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daydreaming-away-reality · 2 years

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Retribution

Tom Riddle x Reader | ☁️ + 🌠 + ✨| 1.3k | Slytherin!Reader | Sequel to Misunderstandings

“So, baby sister, what have you been up to today?”

The familiar voice reached your ears as you were sauntering back to your dorm room. Slowing in your steps, you turned slightly to see your older brother sitting at one of the desks.

“Alphard,” you greeted as you walked over his way. “Not much, just spent the day with Tom.”

“Where is our head boy?” Alphard asked, looking around you as if you were hiding Tom behind your back. His eyes flickered back to yours, and you could feel the protective older brother vibes coming off him in waves. “Did something happen? Do I need to teach him not to mess with my baby sister?”

If he had been talking to anyone else with his hushed threatening voice, they’d be scared off right away. However, he was talking to you and you’ve known since you were born. Scared? Never. He was your favourite brother – sibling, if you had to be honest – and there was no one who could ever even come close to competing with that position.

You scoffed. “I love you, Al, but you know I fight my own fights.”

When bearing the prestigious family name of Black wasn’t enough to keep the bullies at bay, you knew your older brother had your back. However, even Alphard knew that you were a force to be reckoned with. Anyone who made the mistake of messing with you were often slapped with regret. Hard.

“Are you two official yet? Or you just stringing the boy along?”

You shook your head. “We’re moving slowly – why?”

“Just checking.”

“Anyways, Tom had something to take care of and I am more than capable of walking back to the Common Room by myself,” you explained with a wave of your hand. Deciding to switch the direction of the conversation around, you asked, “What have you been up to?”

Your question made Alphard’s lip quirk upwards.

“I wish you had been around to see,” he said with a chuckle. He leaned closer to you and dropped his voice to a whisper. “Walburga bumped into Orion this morning while being hung over.”

An amused grin appeared on your face. “No way!”

“For someone we should probably notice more often, I surprised how easy it is to forget Cousin Orion is in our house,” Alphard mused. “Walburga completely didn’t realize it was him when she came stumbling out of the dorm rooms. She walked into him and sent the two of them flying. You could tell she was going to snap at him and make her usual big scene until he said her name. Ha! I’ve never seen her sober up that fast and run away like that ever.”

Hearing your ever annoying, prideful older sister fleeing from the scene made you laugh. Walburga despised you and the feeling was mutual. Getting to hear any dirt on her was always fun.

This incident with Orion was going to be weaponized the next time she irks you – it’d be especially potent since she was going to be engaged to Cousin Orion this coming summer.

A familiar blonde haired boy caught your eye when he entered the Slytherin Common Room. It wasn’t hard when he carried a particular presence wherever he went. Despite being the same black robes as everyone else, Abraxas Malfoy held an air of confidence that made him all the more appealing.

As if he knew your eyes were on him, his steel grey eyes swept across the room until they met yours. The corner of his lip shifted upwards as he flashed a wink your way.

You rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face.

It seems like the last encounter with him never created any awkward tension.

Lucky you.

As Malfoy continued to walk off to the male dormitories, you turned your gaze back to Alphard, who looked rather amused.

“My, my,” he commented. “Popular as ever, I see. Keeping your options open?”

“Perhaps,” you quipped as you waved your wand. All of Alphard’s textbooks straightened up as a small bag appeared on top of everything. “Some sweets for my favourite brother – don’t tell Cygnus I said that though.”

Alphard’s eyes lit up as he accepted the candy. It took him no time at all to pop a candy into his mouth.

“Cygnus already knows.”

You feigned surprised as you started walking away. “What?”

The sound of Alphard’s laugh filled the air behind you as you headed to your room. With all of that behind you, your thoughts drifted back to Tom as you pulled at and loosened your tie. So far, the head boy had managed to keep up his promise – no more misunderstandings.

Perhaps, you thought, he deserved a chance with you soon.

He would need to prove himself worthy first.

A plan to test your best friend began to formulate in your mind. This was going to be fun.

As you were walking down the hall, you felt someone grab your wrist and pull you around the corner. A cheeky smile appeared on your face as you observed the perfect looking Head Boy standing before you.

“Anything I can help you with, Tom?” you asked, batting your lashes innocently.

Tom looked absolutely upset as he peered at you with a frown. Although he didn’t show it, you knew there was anger bubbling within your best friend.

Looks like your plan worked out just the way you wanted.

Moving towards you, Tom backed you up against the wall.

“You can tell me what was going on between you and Malfoy earlier, (Y/N) Black,” Tom quietly said. “Explain what I saw.”

“Oh, that?” you responded with airy tone. “Abraxas and I were just chatting with each other. Did you hear about the test that Professor Slughorn has planned for us?” You intentionally waited for a moment to gauge Tom’s reaction. That frown wasn’t going anywhere. Perhaps you could lead him on a little bit longer. “Abraxas was also wondering about my relationship status.”

If he wasn’t tense before, Tom was tense now.

You definitely had to thank Abraxas for the performance he put on with you earlier. While the two of you had not done anything at all, you were able to appear as if there were something going on between the two of you. In no way did you want to hurt him in anyway, not badly.

But you did want a bit of pay back for the misunderstanding that happened recently.

Tom’s reaction was surprising to say the least.

“You didn’t tell him about our relationship?” he asked, leaning in towards to you.

The sly smile on your face told Tom everything.

“I thought I should get back to him once I confirmed things with you,” you murmured. “Can you blame a girl for being a little insecure?”

Tom scoffed.

Thinking that maybe you should consider a different approach, you were suddenly startled when Tom leaned forward and pulled you into a searing kiss. You could feel Tom’s heartbeat racing as he pressed you into the wall, conveying his feelings for you through his kiss. The way he gently weaved his fingers through your hair yet stole the air from lungs – it was endearing how the dark-haired boy in front of you expressed his love.

When he finally pulled away to let the two of you breathe, he leaned in, forehead pressed against yours.

“Is it clear now?” he asked, voice husky. “You’re mine, (Y/N).”

You hummed in response. “Almost.”

Tom raised an eyebrow.

“One more kiss would definitely clear things up,” you cheekily replied.

Tom laughed. “That’s it?”

He immediately leaned in once more, pulling you close.

Although it wasn’t much, you were glad there was a bit of pettiness in you. Because if it could spark moments like these, it was worth it. Especially now that you were free to tell the world, Tom Riddle was your boyfriend.

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dr4cking · 3 years

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Caught

draco malfoy x reader | smut | (no plot just smut)

It was in the common room, draco and y/n was sitting with their friends hanging out like usual, y/n sat on draco's lap cuddled up to him while still talking and laughing with their friends, when suddenly she rolled her hips hard on accident while trying to contain her laughter when blaise was telling them a really funny joke. she didnt realized it but draco behind her already stiffened and trying hard not to moan when she keeps moving on his lap still laughing at blaise. that is until pansy walked in with a bag of candies and snacks in her hands and placed it in front of their friends. y/n stand up wanting to get something, draco let out a relief breath because if she sits longer in his lap, she will realized he had a boner it would be embarassing.

to his luck, y/n now sit beside pansy but it didnt help his horny ass as he watched her putting a lollipop into her mouth and sucking it deliciously, making his mind go wild as he imagined how would it feels to have her mouth sucking his dick. he shakes his head throwing off the wild imagination of his best friend since they were still in diapers. but the more he stare at her the more he cant control himself, he get up quickly covering his boner with his oversized tshirt.

"guys, i gotta head to bed, im really sleepy, see y'all tomorrow" draco runs to his room while y/n stared at him in confusion, she knows him too well, he doesnt go to bed at this time.

when draco finally arrived at his room, he closed the door and immediately go to his bathroom and sits on the closed toilet, pulling down his sweatpants and boxer, kicking them off onto the floor, his hard dick slapped up to his stomach, he hissed and begin to stroking himself. his mind instantly drift to the girl who made him do this, his thoughts of her sucking the lollipop earlier popped out in his mind, he lets out a moan imagining it was his dick that she sucked off. his breath got stuck on his throat and he fastened his pace while his thumb teasing the tip of his cock, collecting the precum and use it as a lube.

"fuck y/n" draco moaned louder at the thought of y/n on her knees, looking up at him with her innocent eyes, smirking to him while running her hand on his length, stroking it up and down before putting it into her mouth.

sweats started to running on draco's face while he brought his hand to his mouth to spit on it and use it as a lube to his cock. the thoughts of y/n having him inside her mouth and bobbing her head up and down, sucking him deeper until it touched the back of her throat causing her to gagged, looking up to him with her eyes watering, saliva dripping off her mouth, making him moaning louder and going faster.

on the other side, y/n was now walking to draco's room, she opened the door and raised her eyebrows in confusion when she didnt see draco in his room, until she hears a faint moans coming from the bathroom, her hand covered her mouth realizing what is happening, but what shocking her more that the curiousity got into her making her walking to where the sounds were coming. she stands straightly at the door of draco's bathroom that he doesnt bothered to closed, not be able to move but just watching the scene in front of her, she feels the wetness down there starting to grow when she heard her name repeatedly coming from the boy in front of her and just looking at how hot his face looks right now.

"fuck- im so close, y/n, please" draco screamed her name loudly as he feels his cock twitched on his hand.

but as he was about to come, his eyes suddenly opened and looking at the door and his heart dropped to his stomach as he realized the girl that has been on his mind standing alive at the door of his bathroom, jaw dropped, mouth hung open and eyes widening, looking at what he did right now. her cheeks is tinted red.

"draco?" y/n called out his name as she looking at draco who's still froze, his face full of panicked.

"holy shit, y/n! im sorry! i- i didnt- i was just- i was just- merlin! you werent supposed to see this" draco seems lost at his words trying to explained the whole situation to y/n while covering his part, looking down, scared at what her reaction.

to his surprise, y/n walked in to the bathroom, locking it and approaching him. she stood in front of him making him looking up at her and widening his eyes as he watched her stripped down her clothes showing him her body.

"oh draco, you're definitely not sleeping, baby" y/n smirking and dropped to her knees, spreading his legs so she gets the full view of him, draco's breath got stuck as he feels her hands running on his thighs and her lips kissing them softly.

"y/n are you sure about this? you dont have t-" draco's words got cut off by y/n placing her finger on his lips indicating him to shut his mouth.

"let me help you, draco" y/n grabbed his cock and pump it a few times before putting it inside her mouth. draco let out a groan when her lips touched his tip. she decided to tease it, give it a little blow, and kiss it softly. draco was getting impatient and grip her hair shoving his cock fully inside her mouth making her moan at the sudden contact. he throw his head in pleasure as y/n started to bobbed up and down, her nose touching the base as she keeps going down, sucking deeper.

"fuck just like that, baby" y/n keep sucking him harder and faster, she pulled away to catch her breath for a second and back again, she lick a straight line on his cock and putting it back on her mouth, her hand playing with his balls squeezing it softly, she swirls her tongue sucking him deeper, deep-throating him until she gagged, the vibration triggering draco to cum hard in her mouth, shooting his thick cum inside her, its so much that it started to drip out of her mouth, draco moaned as she swallowed all his cum and wipe the cum that dripped down on her chin with her finger, licking it clean with a 'pop'.

y/n stand up and straddling draco who is still sitting on the toilet. she grabbed his cock and pump it twice before pushing it inside her tight hole. they groaned at the feeling of each other. draco grabbed her jaw and kissed her passionately, their tongue move in sync swallowing each other faces. y/n pulled away and started to kiss his earlobe and jaw then sucking hard on his neck marking him, sending butterflies to his stomach while still rolling her hips on his cock. she pulled away, moaning his name and throw her head in pleasure as his cock keep hitting her spot. draco's lips instantly attached to her neck marking her too. his hand found its way to her neck and squeezed it tightly, choking her. his lips move down to her nipple, sucking hard and biting softly making her aching her back. his other hand gripping her hips helping her bouncing faster on his cock.

"fuck baby, you're so fucking tight" draco's hands holding up her thighs lifting her a bit and started to thrust upwards into her faster and harder making them both a moaning mess. y/n rest her head on his neck, her nails clawed at his back as she feels she's close. draco keep pounding hard into her biting her shoulder lightly as he feels his cock twitched inside her.

"d- draco im so close" y/n moaned and now looking up at him pressing her forehead to him keeping the eye contact.

"me too baby, lets do it together" and with final thrust, they came together, hard, screaming each other names loudly, both panting. draco grabbed her face and kissed her with so much love, muttering a 'thank you' and praising her before pulling away. they both stand up, staring at each other in disbelief and laughing together.

"i love seeing you with my cum dripping off your thighs, y/n" draco smirked while grabbing the tissue to clean her up.

"oh shut up dray! i cant believe i just fucked my best friend" y/n let out a small chuckles while giving him soft kisses on his face.

"you know i've been wanting to do that since forever, y/n. you're driving me insane but in a good way, i've fallen for you since years ago." draco said as they both walked out of the bathroom and lay her down gently on his bed before joining.

"trust me draco, me too." draco pulled her body into his, hugging her tightly, kissing her again showing her how much he loves her.

"be mine, darling? let me take you on a date tomorrow." draco said as he pulled away and caressing her cheek softly.

"i'‘ve always been yours, draco" with the last kiss, they both fall asleep cuddling to each other.

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omg-imatotalmess · 3 years

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Speed Demon

Hey guys! So, our new anon, Peach anon, sent me an absolutely god-tier idea, and I got a little out of control thinking about it. Thank them for this messy little thing. Hope y'all enjoy!

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: No but based on an ask

The ask: hi i found ur blog recently and i LOVE your work and wanted to shower u with love and affection <3 <3 <3 and maybe also... a headcanon?? anyways roadtrip with boys are so fun to imagine like i have this hc that draco is such a nervous wreck in cars and it translates into passenger driver ("careful, careful!! that semi is switching lanes!" "draco i am sIX CARS BEhiND IT") nfdjhgjs anyways imagine getting so fed up you just reach over (1/2 peach anon claiming peach right now its MINE :D )

(2/2) and start palming at his cock switching btwn just resting ur hand on him and making him try to fuck up into you fist he'd be grabbing the little handle above the door and finally shut up literally the second after you let him come though it's like four seconds of happy peaceful silence and then its "love, steady, you're speeding a bit" anyways ty for doing all that you do ilysm :)

Warnings: Smut, hand jobs, don't jerk someone off while you drive, mild cum eating, sub!draco, dom!reader, swearing(?)

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The muted drone of the weatherman on the radio filled the near silence of the car. Draco didn't ever talk much when you drove. For a man that enjoyed taking road trips as much as he claimed to, he certainly didn't like being in the car. You didn't mind much, though. You were just happy to spend the time alone with him. Even if the only time he broke the silence was to yell about your driving, which, to be fair, was often enough.

"Slow down! Why are you so insistent upon getting us killed?" Draco snapped, digging his fingernails into the seat.

"Draco, my love, my sweet, I'm already going under the speed limit. Try to relax a little," you said. The huff from your passenger seat reminded you why everyone had insisted that you and Draco take your own car. No one else could put up with him. Especially not with the kind of amusement you could.

"I'll relax when you stop trying to kill us," he said. But, then again, even you had your limits.

"Do you want some help, love?" you asked.

"Help? What do you mean help?" Without looking at him, you lifted your hand from the wheel, resting it lightly on his thigh. You gave it a firm squeeze. Though he didn't say anything, you found yourself enjoying watching him squirm in your peripheral vision.

"You know, help," you said cheerfully.

"You're driving," he hissed.

"You don't seem to mind much," you teased, laying your hand over his slowly hardening cock.

"Watch the road!" he snapped as a truck switched lanes several cars ahead of you. Despite his command, he bucked his hips up, grinding into your palm with no shame. You smiled. Draco could be so stubborn when he wanted to be. No matter how badly he wanted this, he'd probably just keep complaining about your driving until he couldn't anymore.

"I am," you said.

"What if you-ah-get distracted?" he asked.

"I'm just letting you use my hand. Keep it down and you won't bother me," you laughed.

"But what if--oh," he cut himself off with a groan as you popped the button of his pants and snaked your hand underneath.

"Shhh, just enjoy yourself, baby boy," you soothed, grinding the heel of your hand gently against the head of his cock. The whiny moan that reverberated throughout the car made you strain to keep your eyes on the road. You would have loved to see the face he was making just then, but you told him you wouldn't get distracted. Instead, you settled for rubbing him teasingly just to make him squirm.

"(Y/N)," he groaned.

"Hmm?" you hummed.

"Please."

"Please, what? Tell me what you want," you said, glancing over your shoulder as you switched lanes.

"I want more," he muttered.

"I thought you wanted me to concentrate on the road," you teased. With a groan of frustration, he rolled his hips into your barely moving hand.

"(Y/N), take pity on me. I'm already in this screaming death trap," he whined. You laughed, giving him a rough squeeze through his underwear. A choked groan told you all you needed to know. All he wanted was attention. That was likely why he'd been complaining so much in the first place.

"Alright, alright. Take your cock out for me then, baby," you said.

After a second of shuffling, you felt him push himself into your waiting hand. It never took much to work him up, and you were grateful for it. You loved seeing him hot and leaking for you pretty much as soon as you started playing with him. Swiping your thumb over the slit, you smiled as the wetness there smeared with your touch. He bucked impatiently at the soft attention. It wasn't what he wanted. Pulling your hand away for a second, you spat into it before beginning to jack him at a torturous pace. It wasn't a substitute for lube, but Draco didn't seem to mind any.

A quick glance at your passenger told you that he was just enjoying the sensation. He could have been anywhere for all he seemed to care. It was almost like he'd forgotten about the car entirely. One pale hand gripped the seat under him while the other grabbed the handle over his head to steady him as he thrust into your hand. Like a man unhinged, he drove up into the tight circle of your fist practically unassisted. You doubt he really minded the lack of real lube.

"That's a good boy," you praised, switching back into the other lane. "I bet you feel so much better now that you have something to keep you busy."

"Yes! So much better!" he moaned.

"I know being my good boy always helps you relax," you said. The car in front of you swerved and cut off the guy in the other lane, who blared his horn. You slowed slightly, glaring at them.

"Always! Love being your good boy." Draco's voice was so earnest and sweet, all pitched up like that.

"And you are such a good boy, Draco," you said.

Little punched-out noises rippled through the car, overpowering the drone of the radio station you'd been listening to earlier. Honestly, you preferred them. Any sweet, pathetic little sound Draco made was infinitely more interesting than any news guy on the radio. Hips pounding into your hand, Draco tipped his head back against the headrest with the most desperate wine you'd heard in a while. You shivered, cutting your eyes away from the road to steal a glance at him in all his strung-out, desperate beauty.

And you weren't disappointed. His usually pale skin was flushed a bright pink, eyes lidded and more focused on you than anything else, and his bottom lip caught between his teeth in an unsuccessful attempt to quiet himself. A real thing of beauty. Your sweet, pretty boy Draco. Twisting your hand over the head of his cock, you relished in that fact for a moment.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I'd be half tempted to pull over and fuck you properly in the back seat," you said.

"Please," Draco begged breathily, slamming his hips up erratically.

"Don't tempt me, baby boy. We're on a schedule," you said. Though, it really was a charming idea.

"(Y/N), please. I don't care about being late. Want you to fuck me," he whined.

"You say that now," you laughed.

"Please, I'll be so good," he whined.

"If you can cum from my hand now, Draco, I'll keep you so well fucked on a this trip you won't remember anything but me," you said, an alluring promise coloring your voice.

"Yes, yes! Want that! Wanna cum for you so much," he babbled. Arching his back against the seat, he drove his cock into your hand with renewed desperation.

"Are you close? You wanna a good boy and cum for me?" you purred. The car in front of you stopped short, but Draco didn't even seem to notice that you'd jerked to a stop. He just gripped the handle above him and whined for you.

"Wanna be a good boy. Please, I wanna cum," he cried. Looking over, you noticed the tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. You smiled gently at him.

"Oh, Dray, you've been so good," you said. His mouth dropped open into a soft cry as his hips completely lost rhythm. "Go ahead, baby boy. Cum for me."

Draco's hips stuttered, once, twice, and by the third time, he was cumming all over your hand. His eyes screwed shut, and a pitchy cry of your name left his lips as he shook in your grasp. And you just worked him through it. Pumping him gently while he whimpered through the aftershocks. You didn't stop until his thighs shook so hard you could feel the car move. Then, finally, you pulled your hand away and lifted it to his mouth.

"Clean up your mess, baby boy," you said.

"Yes, (Y/N)," he said tiredly, sticking his tongue out. Pressing your fingers against it, you let him lick your hand clean of his own cum until you were satisfied. You two had started moving again by the time he finally came around enough to really talk to you.

"How do you feel, Dray?" you asked. He gave you a sleepy smile.

"Like you need to slow down. You're speeding," he said.

"I'm not speeding," you said. You were, in fact, speeding a little.

"Don't think that just because I just had the best orgasm of my life that I don't remember you drive like a demon," he said. Shaking your head, you laughed in disbelief.

"Only you could complain after having the best orgasm of your life," you sighed.

"I thought you loved that about me," he said. "You're still speeding."

"Maybe I should have pulled over," you said, rolling your eyes. Well, it had been nice while it lasted. And Draco was right. Kinda. You did love him, even if you wouldn't exactly say you loved his complaining.

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wandsandwheezes · 3 years

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My Protector | G. W

T/W ; mentions of mudblood, fighting, aggression, angst, SMUT (incl. oral - male receiving, fingering, sex, choking, thigh riding) drinking/mentions of alcohol

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You hated this feeling, the heat of a hundred pairs of eyes burning holes in the back of your head. The decision to make things official with George was a massive step in your relationship. Months of sneaking around in hidden corridors, holding hands under tables and stealing kisses in the moonlight wasn't enough for the proud boy. It wasn't enough for you to just be his, he wanted people to know and more importantly wanted to make Malfoy know.

The platinum haired boy had his eye on you the moment you stepped into the great hall on the evening of the Yule Ball, in a stunning baby blue gown that accentuated your gorgeous curls and perfectly done makeup. The one problem Malfoy had with you, however was that you were muggleborn. From that day on, he made your life a living hell.

You took your seat in the great hall, across from Hermione, who was all too engrossed in the book she had her nose in, to notice that you and George had sat down. You immediately lent into his side, his arm slung around your shoulder. You had dazed off, and before you knee it, you had been absentmindedly staring over at the table of Slytherin boys for about five minutes. You hated the sight of him, Draco Malfoy was a smug prick who had nothing better to do to bide his time other than pick fun at other people.

"Hey, Love are you alright?" George whispers sweetly in your ear, you nod and lean up to press a small kiss to his cheek, he gives you a reassuring squeeze before getting up, "I need to pee, plus I'm sure Fred's off getting himself into trouble." you grab his hand before he rushes off, pouting up at him, he chuckles a little, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before leaning to whisper in your ear. "I really won't be long, Princess, I promise."

Draco watched George leave with piercing eyes, before standing up nand grabbing Crabbe and Goyle by the backs of their robes to force them up also before making his way over to you, "Oh look, isn't it nice for the filthy mudbloods to all group together." he sneered, his harsh gaze never leaving you. Hermione scoffs, forcing her book closed, "Oh look, Is someone back to get punched again? I can arrange another broken nose for you, Malfoy, now shove off and find something better to do."

Watching Hermione stand up to Draco every time he has something mean or hurtful to say was an amusing sight to see, but watching poor Malfoy run off with his tail between his legs was even funnier. "I don't know how you have the courage to stand up to him like that." you admit, grabbing a pastry from the platter, pulling a piece off to pop into your mouth. She smiles up at you, "You really get the confidence when you've already broken his nose once."

George returned back to you, with Fred behind him, In time to see Draco running out of the Great Hall, followed by Crabbe and Goyle. "What sent those foul gits running off?" fred jokes, filling up a cup with orange juice. "It was nothing, just Malfoy being precious about blood purity, as usual, I set him in his place" Hermione stated plainly, George squeezes your thigh under the table, causing you to look up at him, having a small conversation just in glances 'you okay?' you nod, arm linking around his before holding his hand that was on your thigh.

It was an awful day for a quidditch match, it was thunderous and grey outside, each lightning strike made the whole pitch light up and erupt with roars of students supporting their teams. You were stood in the Gryffindor stalls, wrapped up in one of George's coats and a warm scarf, but not even the best outerwear could protect you from the torrential rain.

The way the team played was absolutely phenomenal, Fred and George being star beaters as always had helped the team be up 30 points against slytherin. Harry and Malfoy were both nowhere to be seen, no doubt fighting over the golden snitch way above the low clouds that made the visibility during the match absolutely dreadful.

Harry came barrelling down from the clouds, clutching the golden snitch in his hands, meaning that Gryffindor had won the match - news you were overjoyed to hear as now you could finally get into some warm clothing. You made your way down from the stands to the pitch where you'd promised George you'd meet him.

"Good game, Harry! That Malfoy give you any issues above the clouds?" George joked, pulling Harry into a half hug before he was interrupted. "Seems you can't keep my name out of your filthy little mouth can you, Weasley?" Draco was storming over, clearly agitated by yet another slytherin loss to the Gryffindor team. "after all I'm not surprised, you have been fucking that mudblood Y/L/N for god knows how long, you don't know where that mouth has been."

"George, Leave it, let's go." Angelina turns the red haired boy away from the slytherin team, but Alicia, had already spoken up to fight your corner, "How dare you!" Harry pulls Alicia away before retaliating at the Slytherin boy "Go find someone else to inflate your ego" Draco laughs, slicking his wet hair back with his gloved hand "Finally grown a backbone have we, potter? Or did Mummy finally teach you to stand up for yourself… sorry my mistake, mummy's dead, isn't she?"

This was enough for Harry and George, who had broken free of Angelina's grip, there were yells and screams as the boys brawled, the Slytherin team landing a few punches before George loses it , grabbing Malfoy by his quidditch robes, throwing him to the ground. He lands one clean punch to his ribcage, squatting down to get close to his face. "If you say one more thing about my girlfriend I will not hesitate to end you, don't look at her, don't touch her or even breathe the same air as her ever again, understood?" George's large hand had clamped around Malfoy's chin forcing him to look into his eyes, Draco was petrified, or at least he felt that way.

All you could hear were yells and screams as you approached the two teams and you got the gut feeling that something wasn't quite right. You picked up your pace to run over to the group, seeing Harry and George bent down next to Malfoy, your eyes widening when you saw Harry had a bloody nose and George had a cut across his lip. Your hands wrapped around George's bicep, pulling him away from Draco, you looked back at him as he was still on the floor, he had tears in his eyes and his hand was clutching his side.

George's arm was wrapped around you protectively as the team headed back to the changing rooms. “What happened, George” you whispered. “Later.” he replied quickly - you assume to stop himself from going back and doing any more damage. You were shivering as the rain had soaked you down to your skin, trying not to focus on how cold you were as you sat on one of the benches, waiting patiently for George to collect his things. He looked down at you, standing shirtless while he balls up his quidditch robes,only to shove them in his bag. He gives you a gentle smile, turning around to place some of his things into his lockers, as much as he was smiling, you knew he was still riled up, as the muscles across his back were tensing and untensing. You couldn’t help but think about how toned he was getting, your mind travelling to a more intimate space with him.

You were only pulled from your thoughts as his warm hand pressed to your jaw, thumb running over your cheekbone, “Ready to go, Love?” he asks softly, you look up and notice that his lip was still bleeding, you frown standing up to wipe away the blood, he hisses a little dabbing his middle finger against the source of the sting, he looks down at the small amount of blood on his finger before wiping it against his jeans. “Fuck’s sake...” he mutters under his breath, you grab his hand, lacing your fingers together. “I’ll patch you up, Georgie, just tell me what happened.” He sighs, pulling your hand up to press a kiss to your knuckles. “Let’s go then.”

You decide on avoiding the common room until you’d patched him up, making your way towards the prefect’s bathroom. He explains that Malfoy was being absolutely vulgar with his poisonous words, not only joking about Harry’s late mother, but speaking ill of your blood purity, saying that it was enough to push him over the edge. You’d had him leaning against one of the sinks, as you work to mend his split lip, muttering ‘Episkey’ as he rambles about how out of line Malfoy was. “You know he said pretty much the same thing to Hermione and I over breakfast the other day, it’s been like this all year.” He moves to get up, but you stop him, pushing him by his chest to sit back down. “I’ll fucking kill him.” you shake your head, giggling and pressing a kiss to his cheek, only for him to wrap his arms around your waist, picking you up and spinning you around, causing your giggles to turn to full belly laughs.

A loud cough caused you both to look toward the source of the sound, seeing Myrtle sitting on the top of one of the stall doors. “Oh how beautiful it is to watch you two!” she giggles “I wouldn’t mind seeing this Weasley shirtless!” your eyes widen, holding in a laugh as you look up at George. “He’s still my boyfriend, Myrtle” she gasps, dropping down from the stall, looking over at you both. “Fine! I promise it’ll only be a peek… no? I guess I’ll give you some privacy then” she rolls her eyes before whirring off to dive into her toilet.

“There he is!” Fred yells as you both finally enter the common room, “You should’ve seen him and Harry, it was like lightning how quick they were on that snake… Nobody speaks like that about Y/N and Lilly and gets away with it!” the older twin was gossiping to the rest of the weasley family, as well as some of their friends. The celebration was already in full swing, many students already tipsy off the firewhiskey and others huddled in groups talking. “Alright, Fred, It’s all well and good until they go and get themselves banned, or even expelled for brawling like that” Hermione adds, Ginny shakes her head, looking over to Angelina and Alicia for support, “he definitely provoked them, honestly the foul git brought it on himself” Alicia responds.

The more the night went on, the more obvious it was that George was basically undressing you with his eyes. You could tell the pent up anger was getting to him, he was sat in the corner by the fire, brooding, his posture was awful but he was sat with his legs spread, elbow propped up on the arm rest, biting at his nails. You had to admit he looked glorious, his hair had now dried up from the rain, leaving a small wave to the ginger locks in its absence. You’d changed earlier in the night to a pair of leggings and a sweater that used to belong to George, key word being used because you had zero intent in giving it back. He was looking you up and down as you danced with Ginny, Angelina and Ron.

George pictured you walking over to him, straddling his hips and pulling him into a deep kiss. All he wanted was to run his hands slowly up your spine because he knows it drives you crazy, he wished he could pull your hair to expose your neck to him, he wanted to mark you so people knew you were his. He pushed the emerging thought of strangling Draco to the back of his head, replacing it with the image of choking you, his whole hand wrapped around your neck, and just squeezing as he’s fucking you into the mattress. Then he remembered the sounds you’d make, how your breath would shudder and how you would beg him for more. He was driving himself insane, he muttered a low “fuck…” under his breath when you locked eyes.

Unknowing of his thoughts, you wave him over to the group with a pout, of course he concedes, pushing himself off of the chair, and walking over to you, he smiles innocently at you, grabbing your face with both hands as he kisses you. You go to deepen the kiss, after all you’d been watching him all night and you knew that the inevitable would happen; the way he'd started by cupping your cheeks, fingers threading to the back of your head, threatening to pull at your hair, he wanted you to moan into the kiss, but not here. He wanted that sound to be for him and him only. You pull away, saving your friends and his family watching the show he was putting on. He was restraining himself from throwing you over his shoulder as you look up at him with your begging eyes, that’s how this game started. Begging.

He’d gotten into the rhythm of dancing with you when he leaned down to whisper on your ear. ‘Be a good girl and go wait for me upstairs will you?” you press a kiss to his cheek, before walking away from him, your fingertips being the last thing to leave each other. George’s eyes immediately shot to Fred, walking over to him with his hand shoved into his pockets. “My dearest Freddie-” Fred cut him off, rolling his eyes “I’ll keep them out of the room, it’s all yours… just no sex on my bed, I’d like to keep at least one of them sacred” George rolled his eyes, “It was one time, Fred” he goes to walk away, causing his brother to raise his voice “That’s one time too many!”

You’d practically jumped onto the redhead when he entered the room, pressing another kiss to his lips, glad you’d taken the time to heal it earlier on, he muttered a small ‘jump’ wrapping your legs around his waist. He did contemplate fucking you on Fred’s bed for a moment, but decided against it quickly. His hands found your ass, grabbing it with a sense of roughness, he wasn’t going to let go this quickly. After all you’d hardly been begging at all. Your soft moans against his lips told him that you knew it was game on, sitting on the edge of his bed, your legs straddling his thighs. He’d had an idea, It was filthy - he wanted you to be a whimpering mess while you were both fully clothed. He was craving it now, he wanted you whining mercilessly and he wanted it now. “How do you feel about riding my thigh, princess?” one of his hands was cupping your jaw, running a thumb over your swollen lips, you instinctively took his thumb between your teeth, licking at the pad of his thumb, you nodded slowly, moving so that your hips were straddling his right thigh.

You’d started off, curling your hips ever so slightly, you were only testing the waters but you didn’t expect it to feel this good. “That’s it baby, you’re doing so well.” he praised, his hands slipping under your shirt, his fingertips tracing the line of your spine, causing you to shiver, he had you in the palm of his hands as you began to quicken your pace, his eyes were locked on yours as he began to bounce his leg ever so slightly. Your moans were growing louder and his eyes were growing darker. “Mmh. George, that feels so good, baby.”

Your head was buried in the crook of his neck as you were getting yourself off on his thigh, It was truly sinful, you knew you were getting close, but he did too. His hands gripped your hips in a way that you knew would leave bruises, but you didn’t mind, not in the slightest. He pulled you off of his thigh, denying you an orgasm. If this was the game he was playing, you’d play along, sinking to your knees, nestling between his legs. Your hands felt his bulge, eyes fogged with lust as you palmed, using the other hand to help free his cock from his jeans.

‘I’m so fucking lucky,’ he thought as your tongue darted out to lick at his tip, teasing him ever so slightly, you knew you were pushing your luck but you continued to tease him. “Don’t do that, Princess, It won’t end well for you.” he warns, hands tangling in your hair to pull it out of the way, guiding you down his length, he knew you could take it all. His good girl.

It didn’t take him long to give in, you’d managed to get him almost completely naked yet you were still fully clothed, he had let you lie back against the sheets, they smelled uniquely of him and you breathed in the scent, it sent your eyes rolling back, as he slowly pulled down your leggings along with your underwear. “I don’t think you’re ready for cock quite yet, are you?” his fingers ghosted up your legs. “Fingers or tongue, your choice angel… use your words for me.”

You whimpered, “Fingers please, Georgie,” you mewled, he smirked nodding “They were always your favourite weren't they?” he brought his fingers up to your lips, instructing you to suck, which you obliged in doing, taking two of his fingers past your lips, swirling your tongue around them. “Good girl.” he removed his fingers from your lips, using his middle finger to trace over your entrance before gently pushing in the one finger, “already taking one so well, can you handle another? I think you can”

He was fingering you at an agonising pace as his thumb circled your clit, he knew he had the ability to make you come undone in minutes if he just curled his fingers up a little more. He could let you cum now, on his fingers, but he could’ve let you find your high on his thigh earlier on, but he didn’t. He wanted you to Beg. “I’m so close,” you whined, bucking your hips up to meet his fingers in hope for release, instead he shakes his head, pulling his fingers from you, taking them into his mouth, licking them clean “I bet you want to cum, don’t you baby?” he was smirking, now “I haven’t heard you beg once, you clearly don’t need it.” you grab the back of his neck pulling him into a swift kiss, pulling his lower lip between your teeth as you pull away. “Fuck me please, George, I need you so bad.” you’d used his weakness against him as you bit on his lip and he had to oblige, you were still left in his sweater, but seeing you in just that was enough for him.

“Anything for my girl.” His finger circled your clit again for a few moments, teasing you with the tip of his cock. When he finally started fucking you, he had to adjust to just how tight you were as your pussy begged for release. The air was a mix of moans and grunts as he set his relentless pace. You were scratching at his back as he fucked you into his mattress, only one thing left to complete his daydream. His hand wrapped around your throat, restricting your air for a few moments before releasing, your airy breathy moans were enough for him to feel his release coming. “Are you close, princess? Can you cum for me?”

You came together with one long grunt from him, his hands were massaging your thighs as you came, his demeanor switching completely, pulling on a pair of underwear before scooping you up into his arms, letting you rest against his chest as your legs wrap around his waist, he pulled his duvet up, allowing you to crawl under the warm covers, him joining you in the single bed, “Mm I’m sleepy,” you pouted, leg slung over him and your head against his chest. “Then sleep here, angel.” His hand was smoothing over your hair, listening to your breathing regulate “My Protector.” You mused, leaning up to press a kiss to his clavicle.

Greeting your friends the next morning with groggy eyes, you slumped into the bench in the great hall, grabbing a slice of toast. Fred wiggled his eyebrows at you, causing you to throw your crust at his head “I take it you and George had fun last night?” he laughed, “Why, Jealous are you, Freddie?” he rolls his eyes, scoffing. “No, pfft, I had a FANTASTIC night thank you!”

You notice Malfoy sat at the slytherin table arm in a sling, pandering to girls like Pansy attempting to make his life ‘easier’. You nod into the direction of the nonsense “He’s absolutely milking it.” you laugh, as George slides into the seat next to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek “He did the same thing a few years ago, what a little bitch.” Ron adds, the group erupts into laughter, it was true. Draco was a little bitch and suddenly you felt the confidence to say something about it. “Watch this,” you say, standing up but George grabs your hand “You’re not going over there.” you place a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll be fine, Georgie.”

“Aw, Malfoy do you need all the girls around you to fill the whole now mummy isn’t here to patch you up?” The girls snigger with each other, Draco goes to speak up but is met with George’s glare from across the room, making him shut his mouth for once in his life. “cat got your tongue?” you laugh, recognising the glint in his eye, it was the same look George used to give you before you were together, and you realise why he’d been acting so harshly towards you, he was crushing. You laughed at the thought, rolling your eyes. “Honestly, I expected better, the Quidditch team is right, you really are a little bitch.” you spin on your heel, heading back to your friends with another eye roll and a smile back at them as they laughed from their table.

“I don’t think we’ll have a problem with Draco for a while.” you joke, sitting down, to enjoy a peaceful breakfast surrounded by your friends. “Well done for standing up to him, I’ll reward you later if you want.” George whispered in your ear, you grabbed his thigh under the table with a small nod. You were in for another treat tonight.

#george weasley fic #george weasley #george weasley x reader #fred and george #george weasley smut #george weasley fluff #weasley twins #harry potter #harry potter fic #smut

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jadedxrealityw · 3 years

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-Chapstick- Pansy Parkinson x Female Reader

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Kody: the lesbians have risen

Request: pansy x reader where they are friends & reader loves chapsticks very much because chapped lips also the taste and the smell are cute ?? and then she has different variants of it. Pans could smell it sometimes when she purposely gets closer, got curious one time and asked for it and she casually gave it. One time Pans asked what flavour was the one on her lips right now because it's different from the usual??? and reader was like see for yourself and then they ki- IM SO GAY FOR PANSY PARKINSON - 💐

House: Slytherin

Possible Triggers / Warnings: lesbian power couple baby, cursing, y/n being a bottom, making out.

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since day one you had been best friends with Pansy Parkinson. Even in your small little friend group that consisted of Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott, you just gravitated towards Pansy more. Maybe it was because you were both girls or the fact that you had met her first.

throughout your school years you and Pansy were like a power duo. Some were scared, some wanted your title, and the rest despised you both. Even with all the popularity you weren’t mean or cude to people who didn’t deserve it. Kill them with kindness is what you’d always say.

around your 6th year is when you enveloped your slight chapstick addiction. You had noticed your lips become more flaking and chapped as you grew up so over the summer when you visited america you bought a pack with a variety of different flavors.

Pansy made fun of you at first because of how quickly you had started to buy more and more until you had a collection. After all the teasing you two developed a sort of game you could say. Anytime Pansy could smell the chapstick on you she would try and guess what scent it was.

at first it was cute and friendly, but out of nowhere she would grab your face and bring it close to hers so she could smell the chapstick. It would be so sudden and make your stomach twist in a way you had never felt before, especially when she would send you a wink after she backed away.

after a lot of thinking and ‘therapy’ sessions with Theo you had come to the conclusion that you had fell for your best friend. It was very cheesy, but it was true. Pansy Parkinson had stolen your heart and you terrified at the power she held over you.

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7th year

you were practically running towards the field, hoping the outfit you chose would keep you warm enough in the nippy weather. You did not want to be late to Draco and Blaises quidditch match against Gryffindor. Of course you cheered on your friends, who wouldn’t?

you began to climb up the stairs to make your way into the stands. Once you make it to the top you gaze through the crowd and spot the familiar black haired female leaning back to look up at the sky. She looked very focused on something in the sky.

Pansy was wearing a large black sweater with some kind of white t-shirt sticking out from the bottom with matching black pants and shoes. She looked in casual clothes- in anything really. You make your way through the crowd, pushing past a couple people while mumbling ‘excuse me’ and such.

you take a seat next to Pansy who looks back down to face you “Thought you weren’t gonna show. You look nice by the way” she comments and you shake your head. You were wearing a black crop with matching pants and a oversized navy blue hoodie.

your stomach twist like many times before. “Thanks” you reply before suddenly realizing you were missing a friend “Where’s Theo?” you ask. Pansy lifts up her hand to point in front of her. You follow her finger until you spot the back of Theos head “He wanted to be closer to watch Blaise”

you nod once before you heard Lee Jordan begin the announcements.

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while watching a breeze blew past you and towards Pansy. The Slytherin girls nose scrunched up as she smelled something, something fruity? (because your gay duh) She turns to look at you, brown eyes narrowed. You felt her eyes on you and face her “What?-”

Pansy grabs your face with both of her hands. You could feel the cold metal of the rings she wore against your cheek. Pansy leans in close, her nose centimeters from your mouth. You could hear her sniff as your face began to feel hot.

she was so close. The smell of hrt minty breath from her gum she had been chewing made everything in your body flare up. It was only a second, but felt like hours before she pulled away “Your wearing strawberry” Pansy had a cocky smirk on her face as she spoke, her hands slowly falling from your face

you blink mindlessly as you reach into the packet of your jacket. You pull out the tube of strawberry chapstick. Pansy’s smirk only grows wider “Knew it, what's my prize?” she asked. Your face twist a bit. A prize? She had never asked for one before.

“What do you want?”

“A Kiss”

your mouth opens a bit to speak, but you choke on your words instead. Pansy lets out a chuckle and turns to face forward again “I’m only kidding”

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you were walking alongside Pansy, Theo, Draco and Blaise. You were all leaving the quidditch field and head back to the common room. Slytherin had won and the team was going out for butterbeer at the three broomsticks. Draco and Blaise had opted out saying they wanted to celebrate with close friends.

just you guys, how sweet.

“So- did Y/n and Pans. I flew past you guys and for a brief second and i swore i saw you guys making out” Draco spoke making Blaise and Theo laugh. “You guys were what now? I knew you were close, but no that close damn” Draco adds were made the boys laugh even harder.

you roll your eyes playfully and walk behind behind Draco. He doesn’t see you as you wack the back of his head “Ow!” he exclaimed. Pansy chuckles “We were not making out by the way. I was smelling her chapstick” she explains. The boys nod and silence consumes you all after that.

that is until Theo speaks up “That’s still gay”

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you all spent the night together, talking, goofing around, and drinking firewhiskey. It was a fun idea at the time, but you all got wasted more than you’d like to admit. Your E/c eyes open slowly and your met with skin? You lift your head up, you were laying on top of Pansy.

Y/n.exe has stopped working

she was wearing her black flannel pants as well as her matching sports bra. Your heart might have stopped right then and there. You look down at what you were wearing and noticed you only had your undergarments and Pansy’s sweater that she had worn at the game.

before having time to freak the hell out you heard the black haired girl mumble under you “morning” she mumbles, her eyes opening slowly. You give her a half smile before sitting up “Um- how did- how did i end up here?” you ask. Pansy uses her elbows to prop herself up.

she pushes her bangs from her face. They had began to grow over her eyes, but refused to cut them after you said you liked them longer. “You got a bit tipsy so i brought you here to rest. As well as those three” she says and points to the floor. You raise a brow and crawl to the edge of the bed.

on the floor was Blaise and Theo cuddling on the ground. Cute. Draco was laying next to Blaise curled up in a ball with a blanket over him. Also cute. “Damn, i guess you played mom for a bit huh?” you joke, sitting back down on the bed.

Pansy shrugs her shoulders “You could say that. Your hug things in your sleep, did you know that?”

“I’m sorry what?”

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later in the day you were in your own dorm room studying for an exam in charms you had the next day. While writing down a few notes you heard your door open. You place the quill down and turn in your chair to see Pansy at the door.

she had on a black t-shirt with a sheer long sleeve one underneath, black pants with a white dragon that stopped above her ankles and black socks with checkered vans. Pansy had a plate of food in each hand “Theo told me you hadn’t eaten lunch yet so i brought you some.”

“You look cute by the way” she adds with a wink

you smile lightly and pat the chair next to yours “I’m guessing you came to eat with me as well?” you ask and she nods, taking a seat. She places the plate of food in front of you and places her down as well. Pansy began to move your textbooks around as you reached into the pocket off your black jeans.

you pulled out your new chapstick ‘fruit punch’ and took off the cap. You smear it on your bottom lip before popping the cap back on and into your pocket while rubbing both your lips together to apply it evenly. Pansy smells something fruity again and smiles lightly.

except for this smelt different. Way different. Nothing you had worn before.

Pansy looks at you as you grab a fork with a amused smirk “New chapstick?” she asked. You noticed her playful tone. Turning in your sea you face Pansy “Maybe, maybe not” you say vaguely, shrugging your shoulders. Pansy rolls her eyes and faces you too.

like last time she reaches up and grabs your face, pulling it close to hers. You hear her sniff just like before, but this time her eyebrows furrow “What the fuck is that?” she asks, making you laugh quietly “Can’t figure it out?” you tease. Her brown eyes narrow into a glare “Shut up” she hisses.

what a baby

Pansy stays like that for a couple seconds before exhaling loudly “What the hell is it” she grumbles. A risky idea popped into your mind in an instant. It was dumb, but you were so tired of just being friends with her. You were willing to risk it all in one question.

“See for yourself then”

you couldn’t really remember much between the the couple seconds of silence. All you remember is Pansy’s lips on your feverishly. She leaned into kiss you deeper, making you almost fall out the chair. She was not taking it slow in the slightest.

As Pansy’s mouth moves against yours she leans down and uses her hands to scoop up your thighs. She lifts you up and you wrap your arms around her waist tightly, making Pansy let out a muffled noise. You felt a hard surface hit your back and assumed Pansy had leant you against the wall.

Pansy ran her tongue against your bottom lip. You open your mouth slightly for her and Pansy’s tongue slipped into your mouth instantly. You felt a cold piece of metal on your tongue that connected to hers. It took you a second to process what it was.

she had a tongue piercing

“You have a tongue piercing?” you ask between hot kisses. You feel her smirk against your lips as one hand traces circles on your exposed stomach. She pulls away for a moment “Yeah. Problem?” she questions, panting slightly. You shake your head quickly “Nope- it’s just really hot”

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an hour later

“You owe me ten galleons” Draco spoke.

Blaise groans and reaches into his pocket to dig out the money and place it in his hands “Yeah, yeah whatever” he grumbles.

Theo smiles happily “I’m so happy for them!”

Draco nods slowly “I’m pretty sure the whole house heard them though”

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Taglist: @the--queen-of-hell @sonbelleame @dracosathenaeum @pxroxide-prinxcesss

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Kody- lesbian things lesbian things. Anyways request are open, peace.

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forthehpfanboys · 4 years

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Intact

Pair: George Weasley x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Life goes to hell when your mother, who happens to be Bellatrix LeStrange AND a Death Eater, finds out you joined the Order of the Phoenix with your boyfriend.

Warnings: Swearing, child abuse?, I guess it's more like assault? Dark, probably graphic??

Notes: 100/10 on this one. Honestly it was fun to write-

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

You knew the moment you stepped into the house she knew and it wasn’t a good thing. The house was borderline destroyed from the glass shattered on the floor from the ‘family portrait’ on the floor to the burn marks across walls. Your shoes crunched as you walked across the remains of the crystal chandler that's been in the house for generations. You entered the living room and was immediately struck with a spell that had your black slamming into the wall.

"You rat! You sniveling, useless, pathetic little rodent!” Her hoarse voice revealed how long she’d been screaming. She kicked the coffee table in the center of the room off to the side. “I should've known!" your mother screamed, her wand tightening in her hand. Her arm stayed stretched out, showing her lack of hesitance and empathy toward you. "You were always so ungrateful! So unbelievably selfish!" You held your head in your hands. A headache was throbbing beside your temples- you must've really hit your head on the wall- and her screaming was not helping it out at all. Her yells echoed in the house, almost shaking the shattered windows of the living room.

"What are you going on about?" you asked, finally raising your head to look at her. Her makeup was messy, her hair was an actual rats nest and her eyes were darker than you've ever seen. She looked insane, more so than usual.

"Don't act like you don't know! You betrayed the Dark Lord for that.. That boy!" Bellatrix screeched out, making long steps across the shard covered carpet to corner you. "Honestly! A Weasley, (Y/n)! A blimey, no good for nothing blood traitor! I raised you better than that!"

You stared at her with wide eyes. She knew. Oh, of course she knew who you were sneaking out almost every night to see! She probably found out herself or maybe Draco tattled, that coward. It didn’t matter how she knew, she knew you were with a Weasley, sneaking out almost every night to see him, the other Weasleys and the Order.

"Raised me? I'm sorry, raised me?!" You genuinely had to laugh at that. "You can not take credit for how I came out! You didn't raise me! No, no even close! You dropped me off at the Malfoys like a stray dog.” You didn’t even flinch when she jabbed her wand right under your chin, a sneer growing on her features.

You tried to ignore how much it hurt to be ditched by your own mother, forced to swivel and basically praise the Malfoys for taking in someone like you. You were nothing compared to Draco. Everyone wanted a compliant son like Draco, but no, you had to be different, see your mother for how she really was. You could remember when she showed up one random day after graduating your 4th year, claiming she loved you, missed you, how times got too tough to have a baby boy around the house. The thought now made you sick. She didn’t care about you for fourteen years, but suddenly she does. Since then, life has been hell. Except around George.

“I should’ve left you on the streets.” Her voice was barely a whisper as she grabbed your shoulder. Her unusually sharp nails seemed to phase right through your shirt. “I should’ve drowned you in a river, I should’ve given you to the Dark Lord himself.” Her nails dug deeper into your skin, puncturing it, leading to small droplets of red to seep into the cotton of your shirt. Your pain must’ve made itself known because she smirked and tossed her head back in loud laughter that made your temples throb again. “I should’ve killed you myself.” She pulled away from you, stepping back a few paces before turning swiftly to face you once again. She did a curtsy, not taking her eyes off you.

“Clearly, there’s a lot we both should’ve done.” Your voice cracked as you pulled out your own wand from your pocket, holding it tightly. You stepped forward a few spaces and bowed, understanding what she wanted. She wanted you to suffer. She casted a spell before you could even blink, her laugh echoed in the house again.

“Crucio!”

Your body slammed against the wall a second time, except this time, it felt like your heart was actually going to stop. It felt like every nerve was being ripped in half one by one, like you were being burned alive but drowning in an icy river at the same time. You physically couldn’t stop the scream of pure agony that ripped from your throat.

You crashed to the floor as your muscles tensed up. The spell lifted before another scream could fly from your lips, giving your now aching muscles a break. You curled into a tight ball, your knees to your chest, as your.. ‘Mother’ let out yet another cackling laugh. Honestly, you weren’t sure she ever stopped.

“What’s wrong, (Y/n)? Too much for you? Maybe I should just call you Weasley. You’re just as pathetic and dimwitted as they are.” She giggled, bouncing on her feet, before doing a spin. “Oh, I do love your scream though.”

You were trying to blink through the tears and ignore the way your gut was twisting itself up. You officially envied anyone who said crap about Longbottom's parents- they didn’t deserve this. Through the tears, your eyes landed on your wand, just in arms reach. With a shaky, weak hand, you reached for it, an equally shaky breath leaving your lips when your fingertips grazed across the wood. It was so close. that was, until a heal came to rest into the back of your hand.

“Oh, I’m sorry, my insane rambling is too boring for you, is it?” Bellatrix spat out. She lowered herself onto one knee, putting testing her weight against the bones in your skin. You sucked in a breath, your eyes squinting shut. While she was down there, she decided to go on a tangent on how her life was so difficult, how she couldn’t have her love with her, whoever the fuck that was, and how she was a good mother.

“You’re such a bitch.” You whispered out. While the witch was so worried about your hand and spitting all over your face with her sob story, you’d managed to grab your wand. You threw a punch, right to her crooked grin. The punch wasn’t your strongest, but it gave you enough leeway to wiggle your hand free and aim your wand at her, casting stupefy to throw her back. Before she could do anything else, you booked it out the door, running as fast as you could. You didn’t look behind you when she started screaming again.

“Ingrate! Go run off to those pathetic blood-traitors! You deserve to be with your own kind! A bunch of filthy low-lives!”

You rounded the corner and apparated to where you knew they would be, where you’d be safe. With a crisp pop, you were in front of the door of none other than Sirius’ Black’s home. You didn’t bother knocking, you didn’t need too. You stumbled into the house, effectively cutting off everyone’s casual conversation in the living room. You ignored Molly’s gentle calls and Remus trying to see if you were ok. You just sprinted up the stairs, calling for your boyfriend.

You didn’t even realize you were crying until your body collided with George’s, his arm wrapping tightly around your waist while the other went straight to your hair. He rocked your back and forth, his voice whispering everything was going to be ok in your ear. You didn’t even notice the crowd forming behind you.

“Cupcake, I’m going to need you to tell me what happened, ok?” He gently pulled you from his chest, his hands cupping your wet cheeks to wipe away your tears.

“She knows. Someone told her- or- or she followed us but she knows and-” You took in a shaky breath, being gently dragged back into a hug by the ginger. You couldn’t see it, but George, while never usually one to jump to violence, was close to throwing hands.

“LeStrange?” He asked, wanting clarification over who the ‘she’ actually was. When you nodded into his chest, his arms tightened around you. “Ok,’ he whispered, “ok, how about we go assess the damage, hmm?” He guided you down the hall, ignoring the questions about what happened, and taking you straight to the clean bathroom.

George shut the door once you were sitting on the edge of the bathtub. He wasn’t quite sure if he was more heartbroken over the fact that you were shaking, struggling to breath and bouncing your leg rapidly or pissed that she dared to lay a hand on you. He knelt in front of you, a sad smile across his lips as he rubbed your knees. “What did she do, love?”

You told him about the wrecked house, the yelling, the headache, the tiny scabs on your shoulder and how she fucking stood on your hand. You left out the curse, worried he’d actually go over there himself and hex the daylights out of her. No one would admit it but any Weasley could easily go from lovable dorks to murderous slayers in 3.4 seconds if provoked correctly.

“Can I see your shoulder? I want to make sure it won’t get infected with whatever she carries.” His fingers gently pulled at the hem of your shirt, his eyes staring into yours as he waited for your approval. You suddenly found it hard to speak. He wasn’t gentle all the time, but when he was, it always stole your breath.

When you finally nodded and raised your arms, he slipped your shirt over your head. The fabric slipped from his grasp as he stared at your bare chest, shoulders and arms. You could see every emotion flickering past his irises- worry, sadness, anger.

“What?” You followed his gaze. Along your chest, stomach and shoulders, a bright red pattern of welts had formed. How you didn’t notice, you weren’t sure, but now that you were looking at them, they started throbbing. The marks seemed to mimic lightning bolts, but rounder, breaking apart and covering your body, but they all started at one spot. An angry lopsided organic shape stood out below your right peck, just on your rib cage- that was where the spell hit. The marks didn’t stop at your shoulders, or your neck. They traveled down to your very fingertips and a few made themselves known just along your jaw and across your cheek.

“(Y/n),” His use of your first name unnerved you, “what aren’t you telling me?” George’s hand reached out to gently touch where the bitch’s spell hit you while his eyes flicked up to yours. You stayed quiet, your chest shaking as you took in another nervous breath. You licked your lips, thinking over your next words carefully.

“She may have used the Cruciatus Curse on me.” You looked down at your hands, fiddling with your fingers. You heard him take a sharp breath. He whispered a quick ‘can you give me a moment?’ before walking out of the bathroom. You heard his heavy footsteps travel down the hall before a door slammed open, rattling the mirror hanging on the bathroom wall.

“Freddie, I’m going to fucking lose it!” George’s voice carried easily through the hallway, causing you to jump. “No, I will not calm down! Shut up and listen!” The younger twin never spoke to his brother like that. “The crucio curse, Fred! The fucking, the, you know! For- I swear-” The door to the shared room slammed shut, the rattling mirror doing it’s thing again as you sat awkwardly in the bathroom alone. George kept going on and on about stuff you could no longer make out, but you could assume they were death threats sworn to come true.

After about 2 minutes, George came back, Fred trailing right behind him, a baggy Irish themed quidditch shirt and a pair of red sweatpants in his arms. George set the clothes down while Fred looked at the marks.

“Bloody hell.” Fred sat down next to you. “Do they still hurt?” He let out a sigh of relief when you shook your head no. “Thank Merlin for that.”

While Fred was chatting away, George had knelt in front of you again, his hand on the ball joint of your shoulder, his wand in his other hand. He whispered a quick healing curse on the five scabs before handing you the Irish t-shirt.

“You ok?” George asked once the shirt was on. His hands had come back to your knees at some point and you weren’t quite sure when, but you appreciated the familiar warmth.

“I don’t know. “ Your eyes were cast downward at the marks across your forearms and wrist, your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. “I… Don’t you think they’re.. Meeeh?” You raised your arms a little, referring to the scars.

“Really?” The red-head trouble makers asked in unison, causing you to turn between them a few times.

“What?”

“Sunshine.” George spoke up from the floor, his hands twiddling together as he got your attention. He smiled a little when your eyes looked down into his. “Remember Umbridge?”

“Of course I do. I was there- I left with you guys-”

“Hush, I’m trying to be inspirational.” His words cause you to grin and snort. “Well, then you must remember the quill.” He brought his hand into your view, showing what he thought was oh so important he told you to hush. The scars from the quill were still there, only faded, but still extra pale against his normal tone. “You could hardly see ours anymore, love.”

You reached out for his hand hesitating, but in the end, you were running your fingers across the skin, noting the change in textures. You turned to Fred, who flashed you the same grin and held his hand up, revealing the same scars.

“Right..” You smiled, turning back to the twin you called yours. “They fade but-”

“-let you tell stories that strengthen you.” The twins finished, a wider smile on both of their faces. Fred stood up, ruffling your hair before heading out of the bathroom. George stood up after handing you the sweats.

“I’ll let you get dressed here, cupcake. Come on back to the room whenever you're ready.” George planted a kiss to your cheek before planting one swift one to your lips and heading out of the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind him.

“What would Molly say?” You asked, changing your pants and confirming the scars did run down to your ankles.

“After what you went through? She wouldn’t have the heart to make you stay anywhere else.” George called through the door before walking down the hallway to his room. You splashed some cold water on your face, hoping to wash away some of the trauma today would leave behind.

Once your face was dry, you walked from the bathroom, to the shared room with the twins. You didn’t bother knocking once again, knowing you were more welcomed here than anywhere else. You plopped yourself on the bed, besides your boyfriend and snuggled into his side. Sure today would leave scars, mental and physical, but as George’s arms wrapped around you, you realized he was all you would need to stay intact in the end.

And yeah, George did keep his promise for revenge in the end.

#george weasley x male reader #george weasley imagine #george weasley #hp imagine #hp x reader #x male reader #male reader #fred weasley #Ronny Writes #fic #hp male fic #hp fic

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jackiearbs · 3 years

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things that rwrb characters have said that i will never forget, a thread:

alex claremont-diaz, giving off dumbass™ energy (he has the most on this thread, for obvious reasons)

- "put them in my room, put them in my room, put them in my room-"

- “Jesus Christ, it’s like they can see into your soul. cornbread knows my sins, Henry. cornbread knows what I have done, and he is here to make me atone.”

- "do it for the 'gram"

- "leading member of korean pop band bts kim nam-june"

- "whatever, fine. henry is annoyingly attractive. that’s always been a thing, objectively. it’s fine.”

- "see attached bibliography"

- "i said, you look great, baby!”

- "yo there’s a bond marathon on and did you know your dad was a total babe"

- "awesome, fuckin' love doing things out of spite.”

-”Huge Raging Headache Prince Henry of Who Cares”

-”it is amazing you can sit down to write emails with that gigantic royal stick up your ass.”

- “who names a dog David? He sounds like a tax attorney.”

-” “Do I go on your side of the cubicle and turn off your Dropkick Murphys Spotify station, no matter how much I want to?” Alex demands. “No, Hunter, I don’t.”

- “for fuck's sake, man, you just had my dick in your mouth, you can kiss me good-night.”

- “Bake Off makes Chopped look like the fucking Manson tapes.”

- “THEY KNOW. THEY KNOW I HAVE ROBBED THEM OF FIVE-STAR ACCOMMODATIONS TO SIT IN A CAGE IN MY ROOM, AND THE MINUTE I TURN MY BACK THEY ARE GOING TO FEAST ON MY FLESH.”

- “You’re from Boston, Hunter. You really want to talk about all the places bigotry comes from?” (he really hates hunter goddamn)

-”so, what? you want me to quit politics and go become a princess? that’s not very feminist of you.”

hrh prince dickhead😎 - "the moment you first called me a prick, my fate was sealed. O, fathers of my bloodline! O, ye kings of olde! Take this crown from me, bury me in my ancestral soil. If only you had known the mighty work of thine loins would be undone by a gay heir who likes it when American boys with chin dimples are mean to him.”

-"“I’ve been gay as a maypole since the day I came out of Mum, Philip.”

-”i will turn this car around.”

- “yes, the cocaine, alex.”

-”i am a delight!”

-”have i mentioned lately that you’re a demon?”

- “are you psychoanalyzing me? i don't think royal guests are allowed to do that.”

- "i can't believe even mortal peril will not prevent you from being the way you are.”

-“the phrase ‘see attached bibliography’ is the single sexiest thing you have ever written to me.”

-"i just mean to say, you know, Philip is the heir and I'm the spare, and if that nervy bastard has a heart attack at thirty five and I've got malaria, whither the spare?”

- “they wanted something less fruity than the truth, but truly, what is gayer than a woman who languishes away in a crumbling mansion wearing her wedding gown every day of her life, for the drama?”

- “You are a delinquent and a plague. Please come?”

- “fat and sexually conquered, snuffed out in the spring of my youth. Here lies Prince Henry of Wales. He died as he lived: avoiding plans and sucking cock.”

june: “- that is a clear quartz crystal for good vibes do not @ me.”

- “He’s just so frail, it’d only take one good push-”

- “ugh! men! no emotional vocabulary. i can’t believe our ancestors survived centuries of wars and plagues and genocide just to wind up with your sorry ass.”

nora:

-”sorry, are we not? did i skip ahead again? my bad. hello, would you like to come out to me? im listening. hi.”

“prince henry is a biscuit. let him sop you up.”

- “you’ve been, like, Draco Malfoy–level obsessed with Henry for years.”

- “i don’t know, man. I was in my junior year of high school, and I touched a boob. It wasn’t very profound. Nobody’s gonna write an Off-Broadway play about it.”

dahra:

- “You need to get back to fucking England now, and if anyone sees you leave, I will personally end you. Ask me if I’m afraid of the crown.”

- “both sides need to come out of this looking like your little slap-fight at the wedding was some homoerotic frat bro mishap, okay? So, you can hate the heir to the throne all you want, write mean poems about him in your diary, but the minute you see a camera, you act like the sun shines out of his dick, and you make it convincing.”

-”come on, you backyard-shooting-range motherfuckers,”

ellen (should i say PRESIDENT claremont)

- “Diaz, you insane, hopeless romantic little shit"

- “I had Planned Parenthood send over all these pamphlets, take one! They sent a bike messenger and everything!”

- ”where? Are you hiding a turkey habitat up your ass, son? Where, in our historically protected house, am I going to put a couple of turkeys until I pardon them tomorrow?”

-“As your mother, I can appreciate that maybe this isn’t your fault, but as the president, all I want is to have the CIA fake your death and ride the dead-kid sympathy into a second term.”

PEZ !!!

- “frolic naked in the hills, frighten the sheep, return to the house for the usual: tea, biscuits, casting ourselves onto the Thighmaster of love to moan about the Claremont-Diaz siblings, which has become tragically one-sided since Henry took it up with you. It used to be all bottles of cognac and shared malaise and ‘When will they notice us’-”

-”-and now i just ask henry, ‘what is your secret?’ and he says, ‘i insult alex all the time, and that seems to work.’”

**extra: nicer quotes from alex and henry

alex heartthrob diaz - "never tell me the odds"

-"we were not afforded that liberty."

-“I hate this so much. I know. But we’re gonna do it together. And we’re gonna make it work. You and me and history, remember? We’re just gonna fucking fight. Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you. So, I promise you, one day we’ll be able to just be, and fuck everyone else.”

- “On purpose. I love him on purpose.”

- “history, huh? Bet we could make some.”

- “But the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable.”

-“Take anything you want and know you deserve to have it.”

- “Someone else’s choice doesn’t change who you are.”

- “I am the First Son of the United States, and I'm bisexual. History will remember us.”

- “America: He is my choice.”

- “Give yourself away sometimes, sweetheart, There's so much of you.”

- the entire list of the things he loves about henry. i would die

henry:

-”i’ll be damned but i miss you.”

- “when you rang me at truly shocking hours of the night, I loved you. When you kissed me in disgusting public toilets and pouted in hotel bars and made me happy in ways in which it had never even occurred to me that a mangled-up, locked-up person like me could be happy, I loved you. and then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back. Can you believe it?”

- “it sounds like you did your best.”

- “I’ve bloody well had it. I’ve sat about long enough letting you and Gran and the weight of the damned world keep me pinned, and I’m finished. I don’t care. You can take your legacy and your decorum and you can shove it up your fucking arse, Philip. I’m done.”

- “Should I tell you that when we’re apart, your body comes back to me in dreams? That when I sleep, I see you, the dip of your waist, the freckle above your hip, and when I wake up in the morning, it feels like I’ve just been with you, the phantom touch of your hand on the back of my neck fresh and not imagined? That I can feel your skin against mine, and it makes every bone in my body ache? That, for a few moments, I can hold my breath and be back there with you, in a dream, in a thousand rooms, nowhere at all?”

#rwrb #red white and royal blue #casey mcquiston #rw&rb #alex claremont diaz #prince henry of wales #june claremont diaz #nora holleran #ellen claremont #rwrb shitpost

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dracossmilee · 4 years

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room of requirement | draco malfoy x reader smut

Includes:

Slytherin!reader, established relationship, secret relationship, fluff, smut, just draco filth - but you like that, hm?

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“The room of requirements really does come in handy.”

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‘Draco-‘ you gasp as he pressed his thigh in between your legs, your skirt hiking up your thighs. You pull your lips away from his for a moment, trying to catch your breath as you stared into his blown out eyes.

‘Whats wrong?’ He whispered, pressing another kiss to your lips as he leaned over you, pushing your back further into the wall of the hallway, one of his hands gently holding the side of your face, as if you were made of glass, however you knew by the dark lust clouding his eyes, if given the chance, hed break you, and you’d enjoy it.

‘Cant wait to feel you around me, so needy, so wet, so tight-‘ his words were like a venom, it infected you, it spread warmth all throughout you and had you weak in his grasp.

You couldnt help but whimper into the kiss, getting lost in one of the rare moments he was so passionate and possessive of you, however the sound of footsteps broke you out of the moment, you quickly pushed him, hard enough to earn a pout from the boy infront of you, his platinum locks falling infront of his eyes as he looked down at you.

‘Whats wrong, love, are my kisses not good enough anymore?’ He couldnt help but chuckle at the look on your face, though he imagined he looked just as dishevelled from your makeout session, as you both chose to skip supper in hopes to spend some time together. ‘Or are you ready for the rest of the night‘ you pressed a finger to his lips quickly, catching him off guard, however he quickly bit the tip teasingly, catching your attention again as he winked.

‘I think someone’s coming-‘ you gasp as he buries his face in your neck, his body looming over you again, his large hands coming to tug your tie slightly undone, freeing up space for his lips to indulge in your hot skin.

‘To hell with them, I dont care if people know anymore, love, we’ve been hiding us for long enough’ his breath was hot on your neck as he kissed his way up,

‘Draco, baby, thats lovely, and I agree but-‘

‘But?’

The poor boy looked like a lost puppy as he pulled away from your neck, the usually cold and witty boy now in an emotional mess you werent quite sure he ever learnt how to process, but you were used to it.

‘But I dont think thats a student coming- I think its two teachers’

He immediately relaxed, not completely, however, he seemed to understand it wasnt hesitation toward the relationship, but to the imminent danger that you could face any moment.

He smiled down at you, a cheeky glint in his eye as he looks at you, then behind his back, then back at you,

‘Do you trust me, love?’

‘Ofcourse’

‘Then lets go’

And with that he grabs your hand, pulling you with him as you both ran off down the hallway, the paintings watching on, some in amusement, some in jealousy and some in pure terror, however both of you seemed to run faster as soon as you heard Snapes voice,

‘Skipping supper are we?’

Draco only seemed to grip you tighter as he ran, before you both made a sharp right, backs against the wall with heaving chests as you heard the footsteps get louder,

Both of you stayed still, until the wall behind you both started to shift and change, causing Draco to reach for his wand and jump back, pulling you with him ,a gasp of fright leaving your lips.

‘ah, I see’ Draco smiled quickly, pulling you into the doorway that opened itself, before watching it close behind you, hearing footsteps getting closer before finally you heard Snapes voice again,

‘If I so much as catch whoever they are, its detention for a month.’

‘Theyre just being kids, Severus’ McGonagall’s voice followed.

Draco burst into laughter at that, it was boyish and pure, completely different to the hungry eyes and dirty words he had been mumbling to you previous, the comparison like night and day, however you loved it. And you loved him.

He seemed to notice your staring as he wiped stray tears from laughter off of his face, moving closer to you again as he took in your zoned out features.

For a whole year, you had both been sneaking around Hogwarts, skipping meals, running from teachers, sneaking into dorms, all for the budding relationship that has now blossomed beautifully.

‘The room of requirement’ he mumbled, moving closer to you again, ‘it has been said that its always prepared with what you need’

You gasp as you realise how close he was now, his dark eyes from before returning, and your body was on fire.

You quickly looked around the room for what was within, a chair and a desk.

‘Looks like im going to have to ravish you on every surface, love’

You gulped at that, his hands finding your waist as you smiled up at him,

‘After all, it would be an insult to the room if we didnt use it, while in need’

He didnt waste any time pulling you over to the chair, sitting down and pulling you down on his lap, his hand curling around the back of your neck to pull you closer to his face, a smirk tugging on his lips as he notices your quick breathing.

‘Nervous, my love?’

‘Never’

‘You know not to lie to me, youre shaking like a leaf’ he teases, his thumb trailing up the soft skin of your thigh toward the hem of your skirt, the material catching his interest.

‘Because I want you, Malfoy’ you smiled as he looked up at you, his eyes glossed over with lust at your playful tone.

This is what he loved, you, the teasing, the playfulness, he was able to be young, be himself and explore, and with you he felt like he could be himself- his true self.

‘And I want you too, love, cant you feel it?’ He looks directly into your eyes as he pulls you down hard against his crotch, causing you to feel just how hard he was in his trousers.

Your breath catches in your throat as he grinds up into you, raising his hips as his hands hold yours, his head tilted back so he can admire you.

‘Up’ he hummed, once he was too worked up to continue teasing, causing you to sit up on his lap, giving him some space to undo his trousers and free himself, pumping himself a couple times before guiding you over him, his nimble fingers pushing your underwear to the side as he looks up at you to check if its okay,

With a nod he pulls you down onto his length by your hips, forcing you to take all of him in one movement, the stretch enough to blow the air from your lungs, as you whine his name, his arms tightening around your centre as he holds you down on him. Your own arms wrapping around his neck for support, tugging on the short hair at the back of his head.

‘So tight for me darling, so good’ he groans into the crook of your neck, biting the flesh softly as he keeps himself sheathed deep within you, letting you grow accustomed to his length.

The uniform covered where you met, your skirt proventing him from seeing the deliciously dirty scene before him, but first, your shirt.

He quickly let go of your mid, unbuttoning the front of your school shirt, letting it stay tucked into your skirt as he shoves it open, exposing your dark green bra to his hungry eyes,

‘I like this’ he teases, before pulling the cups down to reveal your breasts to him.

He wastes no time diving in, his lips pressing soft kisses all over your skin, before one of your nipples is inside his mouth, he licks and plays with it while enjoying the way you writhe on his lap, grinding down on his cock ever so slightly.

He releases it with a pop before doing the same to the other, wanting to rile you up beyond belief, before he leans back and looks at you, at your red face and glossy eyes, bitten lips, marked chest, in your uniform, and at school, but sitting on his lap with his cock so deep inside you.

The thought alone had Draco hot and bothered, before he lifted your skirt.

Something about the way you were both still in uniform, or the way you were so intimate yet still not fully exposed turned him on to the max,

But when he saw the sight of his cock so deep inside you, your essence dripping down his shaft, he couldnt help the way his hips bucked upward, a soft moan leaving your lips at the movement.

‘Hold’ he demanded softly, making you let go of his neck, and hold your own skirt up for him, for your boyfriend, so he could watch himself enter you again and again, you were going to go insane with how turned on you were.

‘Thats my girl’ he whispered before wrapping his hands around your hips and planting his feet flat on the ground,

He quickly started thrusting up into you, his hands pulling you back down onto his thrusts with every movement, causing whimpers to bubble up in the back of your throat.

‘Come on, love, scream for me’ he groaned as he thrusted harder, faster, anything to have you coming undone above him.

You couldnt help but follow what he said, his name leaving your lips is gasps and cries, as wet, slapping noises filled the room, as well as the grunts and sometimes moans of your boyfriend.

With one particular thrust you found yourself on the verge of tears, hot white pleasure filling your everything instantly as he brushed along a patch of nerves, making you whine his name more needily,

‘Here?’ He whispered, and you nodded, his cock brushing against it again, now with every thrust.

The sight before him was almost too much, and as you grew closer to your release, so did he, moving you faster until you screamed loudly, your body shaking above his as you came for him. This triggered his own orgasm as he spilled himself within your walls, his hooded eyes aatching where you met as his seed spilled out around his shaft as he thrusted,

‘Oh-merlin, I love you’ he just about growled,

You could only nod sleepily and return his confession as he continued thrusting softly, a chuckle leaving his lips,

‘Oh darling, we are nowhere near done, how about another? You think you can come again for me?’

He gave you little to no time to respond, standing up with you in his arms before letting your wobbly legs touch the floor.

He kissed you again, passionately, before he picked you up again and sat you down on the desk, spreading your legs with his body as he pushes you back slightly, taking off your underwear finally as he admires the way his cum seeps out of your hole.

‘Stuffed you full’ he admired, biting the inside of your thigh playfully,

‘Want more’ you pouted, making him laugh.

‘Only for you’ he kissed your pout, making you smile at the boy infront of you.

He pumped himself again before rubbing his tip through your folds, spreading his cum around before entering you again, this position feeling different as he filled you up, both of you breathless as his lips hovered over yours.

‘How is it you got tighter?’ He groaned, holding the table for support as he began to thrust into you quickly, building up a rythm before he couldnt help the whimpers leaving his mouth.

In attempts to hide these he pressed his face into your neck, the whining still catching your ears as you tighten around him, his noises being far too attractive as you let out your own whines.

‘Love,’ he whimpers, the pleasure becoming almost too much,

He looked up and into your eyes, both of you close, before he pressed his lips to yours, thrusting harder and faster to try and cum at the same time,

‘Come on, come again for me’ he mumbled against your lips,

‘Only if you do, inside again, want it’ you pressed your lips back on his hard, making him groan loudly, before thrusting a few more times, feeling your orgasm wash over you, he spilt inside you for the second time that night, thrusting softly to ride out your highs.

‘Love you’ he pressed a kiss to your forehead, making you smile,

‘Love you too’

Nobody else would ever see the lovely way in which your boyfriend treated you, sexual or non sexual, with his reputation he insisted that it would be better for him to not show weakness, however knowing he was ready to move past that made your heart swell.

Draco Malfoy was miss-understood, used, and had no choice in most things he did, but he was your boyfriend that you fell in love with, and people would just need to get to know the amazing person he is, even if he is an asshole sometimes.

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#draco #draco smut #malfoy #harry potter #HP smut #malfoy smut #draco x reader #draco x y/n #oneshot #writing #smut

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gremlinp0lice · 4 years

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Night Lovin’ Thing

Prompt: Draco reacting to finding the reader dancing to muggle music. Specifically Dirty Diana by Michael Jackson. Specifically this choreography. https://youtu.be/JavMJziiLjE

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Female Reader

Word Count: 3253

Rating: Explicit

CW: Smut, language, voyeurism

Draco Malfoy was an enigma. Spoiled, rich, handsome, rude, and smart as a whip—he could even give Granger a run for her money if he applied himself. All that put into one young man (plus a little ‘bad-boy’ reputation) should make him the fantasy of any teenage witch or wizard, and you were no exception. But you knew better than to chase after him because that’s all it was—a fantasy, a crush, a fixation. With half of the castle out to get him, and the rest out to snog him, there was no way you ever stood a fighting chance. You knew that, and you had made your peace with that. You were much more realistic.

Which made it all the more painful that you found yourself lost in a daydream while staring at the back of his head in Potions class.

“Eyes to yourself,” your desk mate (and roommate), Pansy bloody Parkinson, swats at your arm and gives you a nasty look, “or they might just fall out of your head.”

Rolling your eyes, you go back to your notes, muttering, “I don’t even know what you see in him, Pans, he’s actually a bit of a prat.” Your words seem to light a fire in her, and her eyes burn with rage for a fleeting moment, and she opens her mouth as if to bite back before closing it just as quickly.

You smirk to yourself; Pansy was all talk after all, but she could still be bloody scary when the mood suited her (and it usually did).

You steal another look at Draco, a fleeting glance, really, and see his eyes looking back. He looks almost wounded, as if he had heard what you had said. You turn away, baffled. It must have been a trick of the light, or the fumes from your cauldron—Draco Malfoy would barely give you the time of day, much less be upset over something that you had said.

The lesson, blessedly, concludes soon after, and you practically skip out of the classroom and head for the dormitories, hoping to get there before Pansy does. All the while, all you can think about is the look on his face.

You have about twelve seconds alone in your room before Pansy bursts in, wand drawn. You know she won’t use it (probably), but you pull your own wand close to you just in case.

“That was extremely rude, you know. He heard you. Didn’t your filthy muggle father teach you any manners?” She’s been angry with you before, but never so mad that she has attacked your family. After all, both Tracey and Millicent were half-bloods as well, and she should know better than to bring blood status into whatever squabble you were having.

“First of all, do not speak about my family like that if you value yours, Parkinson,” you snap, drawing yourself to your full heigh (which wasn’t very tall, but you worked with what you had) “and second, I don’t care. Did I upset your boyfriend? What a pity. What are you going to do about it?”

“You don’t even know him, so piss off, and besides,” her wand drops to her side and she wilts, “We’re not together. Neither of us want to be tied down at the moment. It’s called being mature, have you heard of it?”

Clearly, Pansy had not. You also suspect that their arrangement was less than mutual, but you knew how badly Pansy pined over the boy, so you pulled back. You knew how to pick your battles.

“Listen, I may have been out of line in class, and if I see him later, I will apologize, alright?” you offer, and she sniffs, but nods in approval, “But if you ever speak about my father like that again, it’s you who I will have to apologize to, and believe me I will make it count.”

A look of fear passes across Pansy’s face, but she keeps a stiff upper lip, glowering at you. Whatever, you didn’t need this. It was a nice afternoon, and a Friday to boot, and the castle would soon be empty.

Taking a deep breath, you collect your thoughts, ignoring Pansy as she leaves the room in a huff. You change into something more comfortable, something with more movement, and pack your bag with the essentials; the old radio that your mother had charmed for you years ago, and a pair of sturdy, strappy black heels… ready for some release.

Dropping your bag gently on the floor of the dusty room, you take a moment to examine the room. It was a tiny old Muggle Studies classroom, more of a large closet really, on the third floor that you had convinced Professor McGonagall to let you use as a dance space in your fourth year. As long as no one needed the room, you didn’t make too much noise, and you kept it clean, you could do whatever you wanted in here. You had put a lot of work into it, managing to craft a barre (with the help of Professor Sprout) and you even got ahold of some old, floor-length mirrors left behind by Lockhart. With plenty of natural light streaming in from the windows, it made for a pretty good studio. It wasn’t much, but it served its purpose well.

You plop gracelessly to the floor and begin to stretch, feeling that pleasant burning sensation in your hamstring when you lean down so far that your nose touches your knee. As the feeling fades, you feel the stress of your day go along with it; as your body loosens up, so does your mind, until there’s only one thought still stuck in your mind. You roll your shoulders and stand; he’ll go away soon enough when you start to actually move.

With a wave of your wand, the radio crackles to life, it’s not terribly loud, but it suits your needs. It was tuned in to a muggle station playing Michael Jackson’s greatest hits— perfect. You listened to the King of Pop with your father often enough when you were home, laughing whenever he would try to moonwalk across the kitchen floor. There was something about the singer, though, something in his voice that moved you to move as well, something that made you feel powerful, strong, even a bit seductive (not that you would admit that thought to anyone). This was the perfect thing to get you out of your head and into your body.

With another wave of your wand, the door slams shut, and it’s just you and the music, and that’s just the way you like it.

She says that’s okay, hey baby do what you want... I’ll be your night-lovin’ thing, I’ll be the freak you can taunt…

You had found your inspiration, a beat that moved you deeper than any magic spell could and had begun refining the movements that your body had come up with. With a wave of your wand, the song starts over and you return to your first position, you just had to get this right. Not that you would ever show anyone this dance, it wasn’t for anyone else to see.

This was for you.

Though, you couldn’t deny the raw and enticing confidence that this dance was instilling within you, and that maybe, one day, you would dance like this for someone…

With a flip of your hair and a shrug of your shoulder, you were completely focused.

She likes the boys in the band, she knows when they come to town…

Sometimes it made you nervous, the way you could channel the lyrics, written about people you were nothing like, and turn them into a dance that was, inexplicably, them.

This one was all about the legs—kicking, bending over, dropping to the ground in a deep split that made you feel so alluring that when you got to your feet you almost expected to be followed by a herd of salivating admirers. You would look over your shoulder, give them a smirk and a wave before moving on… This isn’t about them anyway.

It wasn’t about him anyway.

You still couldn’t get him out of your head. When you dropped to the floor, you imagined him landing on top of you. When you ran your hands down your chest in time with the rhythm, you imagined they were his hands, pulling you close. And that scared you.

And I don’t care what you say, I want to go too far, I’ll be your everything…

You had never felt like this about him before, never thought about him like this- so obsessively.

Just keep dancing… Out of your head and into your body… You would forget if you just kept moving…

Blimey, it’s so hot in here you can barely breath.

She looked me deep in the eyes, she's touchin' me so to start… She says there's no turnin' back, she trapped me in her heart…

Raising one arm above your head, you pull your loose tank top off with a flourish as you strike a pose. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, you look… good. The black bralette you’re wearing (the one with the lace, not the flower print) accentuates your modest curves nicely, and you feel good, sexy almost. How could you not, with the music playing like that, and those lyrics—this is not a song you ever listened to with your father.

Forgoing the choreography that you had been practicing, you decide to let yourself feel the music again, finding a new rhythm for your new confidence.

You had never danced like this before, caressing your body like this, moving your hips like that, shaking your hair out so wildly, so unabashed.

And it felt good.

Until the song ends.

Until you hear heavy breathing from the door.

Bollocks.

You whip around, crossing your arms over your chest, to catch a glimpse of your voyeur, frozen in the corridor. Of course.

Draco Malfoy stood in the doorway; eyes wide, breathless. He’s not moving, he’s not speaking, he doesn’t even have that silly little smirk that seemed to be permanently stuck on his face, he’s just… watching you. Somehow that was worse.

“Malfoy,” you say quietly, voice scantly above a whisper, “what are you doing here?”

Your voice seems to jolt him out of whatever trance he’s in, and he steps forward into the room, which you realize now is extremely small, and closes the door behind him. You instinctively cross your arms over your chest.

“I- I, uh, I just came to talk to you, I didn’t mean to intrude,” he stumbles over his words, eyes bouncing all around the room before landing back on you, “but I’m glad that I did.” His composure returned, he steps forward, eyes dark, one eyebrow cocked and…

There’s that bloody smirk.

“How did you even know where to find me?” you ask, shivering under his gaze, contemplating whether to hear him out or throw him out.

“I hear that you can be found here most afternoons,” he says, chuckling softly, running one long finger along the barre.

“Yes well, you’ve found me,” you start, but you’re not quite sure how to stop. This exact scenario had played out in your head countless times, and you had to take a deep breath to recenter yourself, and not let your imagination run away with you.

“I have, haven’t I?” he looks down at your shoes, dragging his eyes back up your body. Merlin, was he just going to stand here toying with you or do something? “You know, it’s funny. I seem to have completely forgotten what I was going to say. The way you move is a bit hypnotic, I think.”

He’s so close to you, Merlin he’s close. You had never realized how much bigger he was than you—taller, broader, he could throw you over his shoulder as if you weighed no more than a bowtruckle if he wanted to.

This is your chance, you realize. You can apologize to him for what you said in class, just like you told Pansy you would do.

Or you could…

“Did you like what you saw?” you ask, voice low, almost husky. You can’t bring yourself to look him in the eye yet, you just can’t.

Draco is quiet for what feels like an eternity, the only sound the crackling or the radio and your breathing.

“Yeah, I really, really did.”

Merlin’s beard, this boy was going to kill you.

“Would you like me to show you some of my moves?” You can hardly believe the words are coming out of your mouth—this is insane, you feel insane! It’s taking everything in you to keep your composure, and you allow yourself to glance up at him.

His grey eyes are dark, cloudy, a few strands of that platinum blond hair falling in his face, and you barely recognize him.

“Actually,” he murmurs, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “I was hoping I could show you some of mine.”

That’s all it took for you to take him in your arms and kiss him, which was just as well because he was kissing you back. With both hands tangling in his hair, his loop around your waist and pull you even closer. The feeling of his body pressed against yours is intoxicating, and you have to pull away for a moment to breathe.

“You have no idea,” he mutters between fervent nips at your ear and neck, “how long I’ve wanted this.”

You let your head fall back as he lavished you with his lips and tongue, world spinning, as he begins to guide you backwards until your thighs hit the edge of a desk pushed up against the wall.

Shaking fingers working the buttons of his shirt, you do your best to return his kisses, though it’s hard to maneuver, let along think, when his mouth is doing such beautiful things to your skin.

You can’t explain the magnetism between you two, it’s almost frightening, but you can’t bring yourself to care. It was as if you had known he was watching, as if your dancing was foreplay for whatever was unfolding between you now. You weren’t scared at the thought of him watching you, you liked it, and that scared you more. Or maybe it just turned you on.

“Fuck!” you keened as he sucked hard at your neck, his hands and mouth roaming all over your body, grabbing onto any piece of flesh that they could.

His fingers tease at your nipples through the lace of your bralette, which was so thin and flimsy you may as well not have been wearing anything. You arch into him at the contact, eyes wide as you realize that his other hand is travelling further down your body.

“Is this what you want?” he whispers in your ear, rubbing you through your athletic shorts.

Is this what you wanted, to be fucked by Draco Malfoy in an empty classroom? You never did this sort of thing, not this quickly at least, but there was something about him, about what you felt. Maybe it was the dancing, the music that made you feel like this, maybe it was the fact that he was watching you, or maybe you just really needed a good shag. Whatever the reason, you knew your answer.

“Yes Draco, please,” you choke out, helping him to take off your tiny shorts. You reach down to unlace the heels your wearing, but he grasps your wrist and pulls it away.

“Those stay on,” he says, well, commands, and fuck if you couldn’t come from just his voice alone. You nod and loop your arms around his neck, allowing yourself to be picked up and placed on the desk behind you.

Draco wastes no time, reaching between your legs and thumbing at your clit in a way that makes you quiver beneath him. You breathe hard against his neck as he works two fingers into your cunt, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin there while wrapping your legs around his waist. Merlin did his fingers feel like heaven, drawing in and out of you, curling against your walls so that your vision went fuzzy. If his fingers felt this good, you mused, his cock has to be divine.

On the cusp of orgasm, you bat his hands away, reaching for the button of his pants. As much as you wanted to come, you wanted it to be on his cock.

Pushing his slacks and underwear down to his knees, his length bobs free, red and glistening under your touch.

“Ready?” he pumps his cock once, twice, pressing in close to you. Your head is swimming and you can hardly string together a coherent thought, but you are certain of one thing.

“Fuck me.”

As soon as the words leave your lips, his inside you. You yelp—his cock is much bigger than his fingers, but nothing that you can’t handle. You feel full, grinding your hips against his to get more of that delicious friction.

He mutters a curse under his breath, “You,” he breathes, “are so bloody gorgeous,” he maintains a steady rhythm that is starting to drive you a bit mad, adding to the heat building deep within you, “I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted you, and to see you like this now,” he pants, “about to come on my cock… it’s fucking breathtaking.”

It doesn’t take much longer for you, until you’ve wrapped yourself around him, moaning in his ear, and coming, hard. He holds you close, crushing your body into his, fucking you through the aftershocks as you finally come down.

But then something’s not right.

The door opens and you both freeze, panting.

“Sorry for interrupting your ‘you-time,’ but I wanted to say—”

Pansy. Bloody. Parkinson.

You shut your eyes tight as you see the look of complete rage you see spreading across your face, and Draco cranes his neck to catch a glimpse of her.

And he starts thrusting into you again.

“We’re a bit busy,” he says breathlessly, hips still rocking against you, “would you mind shutting the door?”

You hear Pansy sputtering for a moment, before the slam of the door, and you open your eyes.

Draco is gazing intently at you, and bears down harder than before, making your heart race yet again.

You come again, just before he does, his hips stuttering to a halt as you hold each other, pressed together so tightly you wonder if you will ever separate.

You do, of course, but not without some effort. In a breathless heap, the two of you slide to the floor, where you find your wand and cast a cleansing charm. Draco has his back against the desk, and you lean against his chest, trying to catch your breath.

It was nice, holding each other like this. He ran his hands up and down your arms, a soothing motion that tempted you to fall asleep right then and there, but there was much to discuss before that.

“Did… did that—”

“Yeah.”

“Merlin’s saggy left—”

“I know.”

The two of you burst into a fit of laughter for a brief moment, cruelly reveling in Pansy’s subsequent misery.

“Bloody hell,” you groan, an unfortunate realization striking you, “I have to share a room with her.”

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hello-everyfandom · 4 years

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"It’s bloody cold out here and I want you to kiss me.”

Warnings: N/A

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x Reader

Words: 2.3k

Summary: Cedric Diggory has fallen in love with Draco Malfoy’s best friend.

(So, I wrote this imagine I think in 2016? Maybe? And upon rereading it I was like YIKES. So, I rewrote it in a better writing style and added some more dialogue. Enjoy!)

Within the stone walls of Hogwarts, a brisk and cold breeze whistled through. Although Hogwarts was quite cozy during the winter, winters were close to a frozen hell. Despite the warm fireplaces and the nicely coloured decorations, the feeling of frozen noses was inevitable. Cedric Diggory watched afar as you accepted Draco’s offer to place his scarf around your neck. Though you were nearly the same age as Draco, you were in the year above him and a grade lower than Cedric, he simply was infatuated with you. His feelings towards you were both excitable and terrifying and Cedric couldn’t do anything but watch from afar. You twirled, hair with flecks of white snow and your cheeks a red colour from the cold. You spotted Cedric, who leaned on the corridor columns and sent him a small smile. Cedric would later kick himself for his lack of confrontation with you, but instead of going up and actually talking to you, he nervously smiled and turned back to his common room.

“Who are you looking at, Y/N?” you heard Draco ask behind you, a snicker clear in his voice. Draco cocked his eyebrow as you shook your head and began to walk towards the warmth of the castle and the Great Hall. You turned the corner quickly, attempting to comb the snowflakes out of your hair, and colliding straight into someone.

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” your feet, still wet from the snow slid on the corridor floor. Cedric’s reflexes kicked him as he braced you with one hand on your waist and the other on your arm.

Cedric stared at you with a boyish smirk,“Falling all over the place, are you?” A laugh erupted from your chest as you steadied yourself.

“It’s not my fault! Draco’s got me out there in the bloody cold.”

“You looked like you were enjoying yourself,” Cedric nodded towards the courtyard.

Your cheeks flushed pink. Cedric’s eyes moved from your smiling lips up to your hair.

“Well, at least in the cold, you still make me feel warm.”

Cedric’s dimples wrinkled as he blushed.“Hold on, you have some-” Cedric brushed the snowflakes out of your hair making you giggle.

“I guess I did have some fun out there. I feel as though I turn into a child when I see snow, it’s pathetic actually.”

“More like a cute child.” Cedric froze after hearing what he said and began to stutter furiously.

You grinned sweetly and pushed his arm, “You’re so silly,”The two of you chatted away, forgetting the cold that was biting at your faces from the open corridors. You two were always able to talk, not minding the house difference; Cedric took every opportunity to talk to you and attempting to make you laugh.“

You almost scared my bloody pants off when you were fighting that dragon. You’d think you’d be scared! But, no, you stood all proud and mighty.” Cedric scratched the back of his neck humbly and let out a loose laugh. “How does it feel to be a champion? The Great Cedric Diggory,” you lightly teased.

The two of you were so close, you could feel his warm breath, his gaze on you, “Speaking of... I’ve been meaning to ask you a question.”

“Hm?” you asked innocently. Cedric opened his mouth but was quickly interrupted by the sound of dozens of footsteps coming from outside.

“Y/N!” Draco’s voice chimed from down the hall. He stood with his fellow goons, facing the Great Hall, “Coming?” You bit your lip and turned to Cedric, his jaw tightened and disappointment laid on his eyes.

“Hold your pants! Give me a moment,” You shouted back before sending Cedric and apologetic smile, “Ask me later?”

Cedric held his breath and nodded. Once again, Draco stole you from his grasp.

Cedric and his friends exited the Great Hall after dinner, laughter, and conversation exploding amongst them. It died down when Cedric noticed a familiar blonde waiting along with his throng of Slytherin boys.

“Diggory,” Draco spat out.

“Draco,” Cedric replied as politely as he could without wanting to hex him into oblivion.

“Heard at dinner you’ve been meaning to ask Y/N something, gonna ask her to the ball then, Diggory?” Crabbe and Goyle snickered behind him, “You think she’d actually go with you? Y/N? My Y/N?”

Cedric’s hand tightened on his robe. He hated hearing the words, ‘My Y/N.’ Your name should only be said with the softness of whispers, not harshly like Draco had hissed. Cedric’s boys put their arms around his shoulders as a sign of support.

“It’s too bad, Diggory. She’s already agreed to go with me, our parents arranged it, didn’t even have a thought towards you.” Draco licked his lips and sneered,

“I don’t believe having your parents set you up with a date is a thing to brag about, Malfoy. It’s quite sad really.” Cedric controlled his voice from rising. He prided himself in always remaining calm in heated situations, but Malfoy seemed to push his buttons enough for him to forget that philosophy.

“Can’t wait to see her in her dress looking all pretty, well. It’s nothing I haven’t seen you before.” Cedric couldn’t control himself. His hands found Draco’s shoulders as he pushed him into the wall with such anger in his eyes. Draco snarled, trying to fight back from Cedric’s death grip. He released Draco with a shove. Both groups of boys reacted quickly, wands whipping out with spells nearly be cast till they heard a frantic yell.

“Cedric!” you rushed forwards, pushing Draco backward, putting distance between the three of you. Draco fixed his robes and put his wand back in his pocket.

“We were just leaving,” Cedric gritted his teeth and looked back at you. You sighed in disappointment and exhaustion. You were so tired of Draco’s constant protection and surveillance even on a simple crush.

“I’m so sorry, Cedric, were you hurt? He’s a rit git and if it were up to me I’d-”Draco groaned, grabbing your wrist and pulled you away from apologizing to Cedric.

Cedric grinned upon hearing the shouts of anger down the corridor, your voice ringing and cursing as Draco continued to pull you down to the dungeons.

“This has become ridiculous, Draco. You’re making a fool of yourself.” you paced in front of Draco as he lounged on the Slytherin couch. He twisted his wand in his fingers and let out a bored grumble.

“I’m the one making a fool of myself?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you could feel a vein of anger popping out on your forehead, something Draco usually teased you for.

“You’re throwing yourself at a Hufflepuff, it’s nearly pitiful.” Draco nearly spat and stomped on the Hufflepuff house every day, earning him an earful every time he did.

“So what if he’s a Hufflepuff? Who are you to tell me who I can and cannot like?”

“I’m your best friend!”

“Yes! And did I judge you, nor complain about your constant snogging with Parkinson in your fourth year?”

“Technically you did judge me,”

“Yes! But silently. Silently is the keyword here.” you complained, a hand on your hip.

Draco leaned so his forearms were on his knees, “I’m quite bored of this conversation.”

You pointed angrily, “Git! You’re a git, did I ever tell you that?”

“Of course you have. But, remember, whose person you grew up with? The person you used to take baths with when we were babies.”

“You said you wouldn’t tell anyone!” you whined making Draco pull a grin.

“What I mean is, I’m always going to be there for you. Is he?”

You sighed and wrapped your arms around yourself, “You’re saying that as if he even had any sort of feelings towards me.”

Draco thought out his choices. He could, for one, be a good person and assure you of Cedric’s feelings. However, today Draco was feeling quite selfish and riled up with his fight earlier.

“You’re probably right, ‘sides, heard he’s asking Cho Chang to the Yule Ball anyways.”

You froze. Jealousy and sadness building up as you turned away from Draco to blink out the tears welling in your eyes. “Oh.”

“Don’t dwell on it, Y/L/N,” Draco stood and patted you cooly on the shoulder, “He wasn’t worth it anyway, he’s only a Hufflepuff.” He yawned and headed towards the dorm staircase, “Go to bed, Y/N,”

“I’ll go in a minute,” you called back, sitting in front of the fire. You put your head in your hands, letting out a sigh, trying to gain warmth from the fire but only feeling a cool numb down your back.

Cedric Diggory hated the Yule Ball. He hated how he had to have Cho Chang on his arm instead of you. He hated having to steal glances over to you, admiring your beauty from a distance. He hated seeing you dance with Draco in that long, beautiful, and surely expensive dress you wore so perfectly. He hadn’t spoken to you in the longest time, he wasn’t sure if you were avoiding him or he was avoiding you. Something in the pit of Cedric’s stomach told him that you were taken by Draco and didn’t want to risk flirting or doing something he’d end up regretting. Cedric Diggory was a nobleman, and though he longed for you, he kept his distance. The Champions of the Triwizard Tournament joined in the middle of the hall to dance once more with their chosen partners. Cho Chang was a lovely girl and was actually quite pretty, however, Cedric couldn’t help but look over to your face and wishing you were in his hands rather than her. Other couples began to join in, swiftly moving around the dance floor, he continued to sway until he couldn’t take it anymore.

He murmured a small apology to Cho and strutted quickly to where you were standing. His heart was pounding against his ribcage as his hand stretched out.

“Cedric?” you questioned him, he shook his head and replied.“Dance with me,”

Draco stepped forwards to stop you, but your eyes were only trained on Cedric’s. You slipped your hands in Cedric’s and shivered with the warmth of his touch. He pulled you effortlessly into the dance floor. The music played by the enchanted orchestra became a slower piece, a few couples who had come as friends shuffled off however you two stayed. Cedric’s hand was placed gingerly on your waist and your hand on his broad shoulders, feeling the material of his suit.

“Are you ever going to tell me why you aren’t with Cho Chang, right now?”

Cedric hummed in your ear and twirled you in his arms, “Can’t I dance with the prettiest girl in the room?” You scoffed.

“Yes, but I am not the prettiest girl in the room, I believe your date is on the other side of the ball sending me quite a dirty look.”

“You’ll always be the prettiest girl to me,” Cedric said honestly. He was so close to kissing you, the shade of your lipstick was particularly enticing and he found you irresistible. Cedric dipped your body, his lips close enough to kiss you. Your breath hitched and your eyes fluttered closed until a rough hand was slammed on his shoulder.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?” Cedric looked up seeing Draco’s fuming eyes and his close proximity. Cedric politely excused himself and walked out of the Great Hall.Cedric stood outside in the cold, leaning on the castle walls behind him. No matter how many times he tried to shake the thought of you from his mind, he always found himself wishing you were his. He knew you were with Draco and that thought was almost unbearable.

“Bugger off Draco, you’re not my Dad! Get the hell away from me.” You yelled at Draco before trudging into the snow towards Cedric.“Bloody hell, it’s cold out here.” You shivered and leaned next to Cedric. As you began to speak again, Cedric interrupted you.“Go back inside, Y/N.” His voice was cold and distant, unlike his usual joking and charming voice.‘Think I can’t handle the cold, Diggory?” you joked, “you have truly wounded me, Ced.” Even in the dark, you could see the deep frown, he pushed himself off of the wall trying to exit the conversation. You grabbed his wrist and begged,“Stay, please?” he couldn’t look back or he’d give in almost immediately.

“You’re with Draco, I can’t.”

Your eyes widened as your grip tightened.

“Turn around.” Cedric didn’t budge. “I said, turn around, Cedric Diggory. I am, in any world, dating Draco Malfoy.”

Cedric complied and turned to your worried face.

“Kiss me.” Your breath on his. Cedric shook his head once more,

“Cedric Diggory, it’s bloody cold out here and I want you to kiss me.”His head stood still. Cedric had never been so hesitant and nearly kissed you right there but stood his ground.

Draco was right, Cedric Diggory couldn’t possibly have any feelings for you. And here you were, embarrassing yourself in front of the man you loved. You spun quickly to retreat back inside before Cedric’s long arm shot out and grabbed you. His warm hands were on your cheeks as he leaned down and place a single, long kiss on your awaiting lips. Both of your eyes fluttered shut upon feeling the long-awaited kiss you two had been fighting to have. You could feel his smile imprinting on your lips. Your lips separated with a small pop as Cedric grinned down at you. At least, in the coldness of winter, you were together.

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snip-snap-the-bat · 4 years

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Okay so I've had this au for like two years and I've never posted it because it's a little weird but I'm gonna tell yall about it because,, yano it's been two years.

Anyway lol, it's a wrong boy who lived one, (I know, don't attack me,)

So James and Lily live, and Harry has a twin, usually named Charles. I've changed it a few times. Anyway, you know the story, Tom shows and tried kapow Harry. Idk I guess James and Lily were sleeping, and are awakened by the noises.

They call Dumbledore, and he pronounces Charles the Chosen One. James decided they need to work on Charles, and prepare him for the war to come. Ultimately, they leave Harry with Petunia.

Petunia takes Harry in, but Vernon isn't happy about it. Petunia files for divorce, but Vernon denies. Petunia then turns to the magical world, for whatever reason, where she meets tall handsome Lucius Malfoy. (work with me here)

So she's a little distraught with two babies, and he's like, "Let me help you," because he thinks she is beautiful. He and Narcissa are splitting, the contract was just for a baby, which they had. They didn't love eachother. He keeps Draco, as a heir, so now he's a single father.

Lucius helps Petunia out, and gets her out of the relationship and also gain custody of Dudley. She thanks him, and they vow to stay in contact.

Which they do.

The boys get along wonderfully, and things progress between the two of them. Lucius, as to Petunias wishes, (because he loves her) buys a house in Muggle London for them, somewhere Petunia has always wanted to live. Of course the house is grand and overly large, but that's fine.

Lucius ends up working in the protection of magical children unit of the ministry, and works on making Harry Petunias legal son, so the Potters can't take him back when they feel like it. During this, he realises that a lot of abuse cases get looked over. He sorts it out, because he loves kids, and ends up with a little boy going by the name Theodore. He is also the same age as his other three boys.

So now the couple have four two year old boys wreaking havoc in their lives, and decide they want a fifth child. They try for months, but sadly, to no avail. After tests, they realise it's Lucius. He was mostly infertile, and had a very slim chance of having another biological child.

While upset, they don't let it get them down. Petunia ways wanted a little girl, but four boys was enough, she thought.

Until one day, Lucius calls her,

"Love? Right, I just came back from a house check. There's a little girl, awful conditions, and I don't want her to be abused further because of her name," Petunia knew certain names had bad associations with them, so she understood what he meant. "Can we foster her? Just until something better has been sorted."

Petunia of course days yes, because they have the space and money, and no child should go without.

Within the week, they had a small scared Pansy in their living room. She ended up staying for a little while, and when she started calling Petunia 'mummy', they decided to adopt her.

Now that they had five children, all under three, they decided to get married, and make it official.

Of course it reached newspapers- a Malfoy marrying a Muggle? But alas, the wedding was beautiful.

It was the first time Severus had seen Petunia since he was a child, and he only came because Lucius didn't have many more friends. He sort of becomes the cool uncle, who pops round once a month with cool things that their father takes away immediately.

Their lives go along peacefully, until five Hogwarts letters show up. (yes Dudley is a wizard).

Lucius isn't so sure he wants them going, but ultimately it's up to them. The children decide they want to have a tutor at home, (after all, they'd never left their mother's side and Lucius only went on missions for two nights at most,) although Dumbledore isn't very happy about that. Neither is James.

They come back for Harry, and are denied access. Now, James being an auror, barges in anyway. They are present the legal forms, and call the aurors on James. Dumbledore pushes to get Harry to Hogwarts, and come to an agreement that all five will come to Hogwarts and be flooed home every night Friday by Severus, picked up on the Sunday evening.

Chaos ensues, and all the students are Slytherin. Luckily as they have the Malfoy name, no one knows Dudley is a muggleborn. The other students are unsure on how Lucius Malfoy had three children on one year, though. It was well known Theo and Pansy were adopted.

Lucius is at the school yelling at Dumbledore way more than one should, "A troll on school grounds, Dumbledore? A TROLL?"

And when Tom comes back and all is revealed that Harry is the true boy who lived, well.

Lucius is a death eater, and Tom isn't awful so the children have a choice. They are usually kept out if harm's way, and Lucius is called on as less as possible.

Harry makes it very public that he will stand by his father, and so everyone fears for their life.

And so, a war.

(the au ends in Tomarry, lol)

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accio-kitty-malfoy · 4 years

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A Breath of Fresh Hair

Chapter Six: A Wedding

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Harry woke up early the next day without anyone having to wake him. He knew that everyone would already be up, so he put on some music and started preparing his area and turning it into a makeshift salon. He also made sure there was space for Cho to set up when she got there. They’d decided that it would be easier for people if they were set up near each other. When he’d finished sorting the room out, he went downstairs to see what was on offer for breakfast. It was a similar spread to the day before and Harry loaded his plate up, conversing amicably with the other people that were moving in and out of the kitchen. He took his plate of food and cup of tea back up to his room so he wasn’t taking up space in the kitchen; the charms really were being tested to their limits with the amount of people that were in the room. Ginny joined him not long after, shovelling granola with oat milk and fruit into their mouth and nursing a mug of strong black coffee.

“Hermione will be joining us in about half an hour. She’s just spending some quiet time with her mum and dad.” Harry nodded, nervousness taking hold of him. He was so scared that he would mess Hermione’s hair up on one of the most important days of her life. “So, whose hair are you doing today?”

“Erm, Hermione’s, Fleur’s, yours, your mums, Audrey’s, Lucy’s and Luna’s, when she gets here.” Ginny nodded, glancing up at the clock on the wall. It was just gone nine.

Hermione joined them not long after and Harry didn’t think he’d ever seen her so excited. The usually perfectly calm and put together woman was a ball of eager energy and Harry was delighted to see her glowing like she was. She was wearing a simple sun dress in a Lilac that complemented her rich skin perfectly. Her dress was hung up in Ginny’s room where she’d stayed the night before. Molly had insisted that it was bad luck for the bride and groom to stay together the night before the wedding, so Ron and Hermione had humoured her. Harry hugged Hermione and they set about discussing her hair. They’d already decided that they would relax it slightly, so it dropped in smoother ringlets, but that was just a case of adding some products and potions to it. She was adamant that she didn’t want it straight like she’d had it at the Yule Ball, and Harry had agreed. He loved Hermione’s hair and didn’t want to take away the natural beauty of it. She’d already washed her hair and used a leave in conditioner, so her hair was still damp. Harry set about splitting her hair into half inch sections and applying a product that would help the hair to hang in tight ringlets, occasionally spraying the hair to keep it wet. This process took quite a while and it was nearing ten when they’d finished. It would take another hour or so for it to dry and fix under the slow drying spell before they could move on to the next step. Cho arrived not long after they’d finished, and she set her gear up in the space that Harry had set aside for her.

For the next couple of hours people popped in and out to get their hair and makeup done and Harry was thriving. He adored seeing the finished product and knowing that he’d created it. Molly couldn’t get over how shiny he’d managed to get her hair and Audrey was astounded with the victory rolls that Harry had produces. The vintage style suited her down to the ground. He’d given Lucy soft, beachy waves and affixed an ever-lasting daisy into her hair. It was nearing twelve and he’d just started working on Fleur when Luna arrived. Luna and Fleur were going to be bridesmaids and Ginny was the Maid of Honour. They’d decided to go with soft curls with the front part taken back and braided down the back of the hair. Fleur was as breath-taking as ever when Harry had finished with her and Cho revelled in doing her makeup while he did Luna’s hair. He noticed that Ginny was struggling to take their eyes off the grinning woman sat in the chair in front of him. She was chatting about what stories she’d been working on at work and Ginny hung off every word she said. Harry new they’d be perfect for one another if they did decide to pursue a relationship and a feeling nagged at the pit of Harry’s stomach. It wasn’t jealousy or envy. He was incredibly happy for Ginny at the prospect of them finding love. He couldn’t figure out what it was, but it felt something like longing.

He sent Luna and Fleur off while he finished Hermione’s hair and did Ginny’s. He tasked Luna with getting him another cup of tea and asked Fleur to check with Bill to see how Ron was doing. Ginny’s hair didn’t need a lot doing to it, just wetting, some mousse, a quick blow dry and some styling product. Hermione’s just needed the curls stretching slightly and finishing off with the hair dryer. Cho had done Hermione’s makeup while her hair had been fixing and she looked stunning. She had a slight shimmer on her eyelids with eyeliner and mascara that made her long, thick lashes frame her eyes beautifully. They’d chosen a nude lip and her skin looked like it was bathed in sunlight. Harry and Cho made a good team. It was coming up to twelve thirty by the time they’d finished and that gave them all an hour and a half before the ceremony started, plenty of time for the Bridal party to get themselves into their outfits and for Harry to get himself ready. He sat and sipped his cup of tea, soaking in the moments of silence before everything started back up again. He chatted with Cho about her makeup business as he said he would, and her answers just made him more certain that his salon was something he wanted to set up. She made the point that her mobile business would have different pros and cons to a stationary shop, but that she thought Harry should go for it. It was clearly something that he enjoyed and something that he was good at. He blushed slightly at the complements, but he felt pride swell inside him. He finished his cup of tea and went to get ready and find Ron.

Harry loved the outfit that he was wearing for the wedding. It consisted of charcoal grey dress robes with a white shirt, lilac tie and shiny black brogues. He took a last look in the mirror and smoothed his hair down before going to find Ron. When he did, Ron was sat with Bill, Charlie, George and Percy. He looked as excited as Hermione had been. It was 45 minutes before the wedding; fifteen minutes before they had to go and meet McGonagall who would be officiating the wedding. She’d cried when Ron and Hermione had asked her, saying that she would be honoured. When they went into the garden it was jam packed full of people; family and friends were everywhere they looked. They were all congratulating Ron as he walked towards the bandstand like gazebo where McGonagall stood, reading through some documents. Chairs were set out on the large lawn with a lilac carpet running down the middle of them leading towards the gazebo. Each chair had a Lilac or silver sash hung over it and they shimmered in the sun. Harry patted his pocket absentmindedly for what felt like the hundredth time since Ron had handed him the rings, making sure they were still there. Ron was busy signing documents and talking to McGonagall.

It wasn’t long before everyone had taken their seats and the band struck up a slow melody. Tingles ran down Harry’s spine as he saw Hermione. Her dress was phenomenal. The lace was intricately patterned and beaded, and it twinkled softly in the sunlight. It was loose and floaty, brought in with a band of hand sewn soft purple flowers around the middle, matching the ones that were embroidered onto her veil. She had a waterfall bouquet made up of ivy, lavender, white lilies and dark purple tulips. Harry looked behind her to see Ginny in similar dress robes to him, but they were a soft lilac with silver trim. They looked so proud of their best friend that they could hardly contain it. Behind Ginny were Luna and Fleur. They looked like wood Nymphs, both of them almost gliding along and radiating beauty. Their dressed matched Ginny’s dress robes in colour and were made of a floaty material that flattered them and make them look almost ethereal. Harry could barely take his eyes off the four of them and he felt himself welling up. That was, until a flash of white caught his eye.

Draco Malfoy was near the back of the congregation with Pansy. He was wearing black dress robes with silver detailing that contrasted starkly with his pale skin. His hair was slicked back and plaited, secured with what looked like a black ribbon. Harry wondered what the other man’s hair would look like when it wasn’t tied back. Draco was still pointy, but it suited him. It made him look aristocratic and refined. Harry had to admit to himself that he carried the look well, and he was undoubtably attractive. Harry bet he was still a prat though. It was as though Malfoy could sense Harry’s gaze on him and he fixed his own grey eyes, almost like molten silver, directly on Harry. Malfoy smirked and Harry turned his attention back to the ceremony. He could still feel Malfoy’s eyes burning into him and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end.

The ceremony was simple and gorgeous. Harry couldn’t hold back the tears as his best friends said their vows to one another. He could tell that they meant every word from the bottom of their hearts and when they’d been pronounced husband and wife Ron held Hermione’s face so tenderly, as though she was the most precious thing in his whole world. Next came the part that most people had been looking forward to since the wedding had been announced: the food. The menu consisted of a starter of a garden salad; spring greens, red onion, tiger tomatoes, cucumber and rainbow carrots (all grown in Arthur’s garden) with a balsamic vinaigrette. The main course was grilled beef or nut roast with wild garlic mashed potatoes, asparagus, baby corn and sugar snap peas and a rich gravy. By the time the main was over, Harry didn’t think he could ever put another forkful of food in his mouth and Ginny rested their head on him, echoing his sentiment. Just then, Ron stood up.

“We have a few speeches before desert, as I’m sure you all need time to let your food settle before you eat anything else.” There was a murmur of agreement. “So, without further ado, Mr Granger.” Hermione’s dad stood up, clearing his throat.

“Since Hermione was a young girl, we tried to instil in her a sense of independence and a trust in herself. We wanted her to be strong, but we still wanted her to know that we would be here to support her no mater what. I’m sure you all know the wonderful things that Hermione has done throughout her life and I know you will all agree with me that she is an amazing young woman with a spectacular future in front of her. We never wanted her to feel like her value was measured by the person that she was dating if she chose to date anyone. We wanted her to know that a relationship was a partnership and we wanted whoever she chose to share those same values. Ron is more than we could have ever wished for. We can all see how much they love each other and they’re perfect for one another. We know that Ron will cherish Hermione and they will both support one another in whatever they want to do. We wish them the best and a long and happy future together, as I’m sure it will be. To Mr Weasley and Mrs Granger, the newlyweds” Everyone clapped as Christopher sat back down.

Harry didn’t make a speech. They’d decided that Ginny was going to do it instead, as Harry found talking in front of crowds uncomfortable. It always reminded him of being in front of the court at all of the trials after the war. His eyes drifted back to Malfoy as he thought about this, remembering speaking at his trial. Malfoy had looked incredibly ill at his trial. He was gaunt and he had large black bags under his eyes. His bones had jutted out of his translucent skin and it looked like it would tear. Harry had felt sorry for him then and he had taken the decision to speak in favour of Malfoy receiving a much reduced sentence. He knew that they were both just kids at the end of the day, manipulated by those that were meant to protect them. Malfoy was watching Ginny speak with what looked like real interest, taking in the anecdote about their childhood and teenage years. He supposed Malfoy didn’t really know anything about what life had been like for them, and he didn’t know what life had really been like for Malfoy. Once again the grey eyes locked with his own and Harry looked away. He couldn’t hide the blush this time, and he had no idea where the butterflies in his stomach had come from. He was grateful when the speeches had finished, and he could busy himself with the lemon meringue that had appeared in front of him.

After they’d eaten, they spent time taking the official photographs. When they’d been done Ron and Hermione had their first dance. Tears welled up in Harry’s eyes again as he watched them sway softly to the slow melody that was being played. He spent the afternoon dancing and talking and actively avoiding Malfoy. He didn’t get to talk to Ron or Hermione much. They were the centre of everyone’s attention and he wondered how exhausted they must be already. Everyone looked like they were having an amazing time, chatting to people they hadn’t seen in months or even years. As the sun went down the flowers that Neville had prepared bloomed, revealing the twinkling lights. A buffet of food that rivalled Hogwarts’ feasts appeared on long tables and everyone ate hungrily again, almost forgetting how much food they’d eaten before. Harry grinned as he saw Ginny and Luna sat off to one side, their hands entwined. He caught Ginny’s eye and winked, making them blush and turn back to Luna. He made a mental note to talk to Ginny about it the next day and ask how it had happened. His heart was full of love and joy. He turned around to grab some more food.

“Potter.” He came face to face with the grey eyes he’d been trying to avoid all evening and his heart began to pound in his chest.

“Malfoy.” He acknowledged, trying to act as calm and composed as the slightly taller man looked. His long fingers were delicately wrapped around a wine glass and he dipped his head in a slight nod before side stepping Harry. Harry watched him walk away, half wishing he would look back at him, half hoping he wouldn’t.

Harry didn’t go to bed until the sun was nearly up the day after. The celebrations had gone on long into the night and he could feel himself falling to sleep where he stood. Ron and Hermione had gone to spend their first night as a married couple at their own bungalow, the place they would be living from then on. He pulled his clothes off as soon as he entered his room and dropped them into a pile on the floor. His bed felt like the comfiest thing in the world and he was asleep before his head had even hit his pillow, sprawled out and snoring. His couldn’t remember what he dreamed about that night, but grey eyes and soft blond hair lingered at the edges of his mind.

#drarry #harry x draco #drarry fanfic #gay draco malfoy #bi harry potter #non binary ginny #pan ginny #trans luna #aromantic asexual charlie #black hermione granger

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100 Otp Questions - Scorose Edition🌹🦂

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1. Who loves flower crowns more? - Rose

2. Who is the one who likes to cuddle? Both

3. Who has awful taste in music? Rose likes R&B and Dream Pop while Scorpius likes old and jazz music. You decide!

4. Who is the meme lover? Scorpius

5. How did their second date go? They went to dine at Diagon Alley and had a great time. Rita Skeeter published an article entitled “Potential Death Eater dates Rose Weasley. Is it true love or the effects of Amortentia?” Rose egged her house the day after

6. How many children do they want/have? Rose would want 2-4 kids while Scorpius is comfortable with 2.

7. Who hides the weapons? Rose

8. Who is the better dancer? Scorpius, he probably had ballroom classes when he was younger

9. Do/Did they have a theme wedding? Quidditch themed

10. What do their parents think of them dating? Draco and Astoria love Rose as she helped Scorpius grow (Lucius and Narcissa are not impressed.) Hermione and Ron are happy but he is moody that he is now in-laws with Draco

11. Are they a super sappy couple? They show minimal PDA when they are in public. However, they are kinda sappy when they are alone

12. How did they get together? Scorpius saved Rose in a Quidditch game when she was knocked off her broom. She realised she loved him in that moment and kissed him

13. Who asked the other to get married? Scorpius, although Rose was planning a proposal as well

14. Who stays up too late and makes stupid jokes? Both

15. Who is the nerd? Both

16. Who knows the most obscure facts? Rose. She learned some from Hugo

17. Who makes the other a flower crown? Rose as Lily Luna taught her

18. Who likes to read? Both

19. Who bothers the other person while the other person reads? Scorpius

20. Who tutors the other? Scorpius tutored Rose on astrology and potions. Rose tutored Scorpius on ancient runes and muggle studies

21. Do they have similar taste in movies? Yes. They like psychological thriller, crime-mystery and foreign films

22. How do their personalities compliment each other? When emotional, Rose can be quite impulsive and hot tempered. It takes a lot for Scorpius to punch someone out of anger. So he keeps her in check. Scorpius craves acceptance from the Wizarding World, and Rose offers him that and never questions his morality. Rose needs someone who is open and honest. Someone who loves her instead of her ‘Golden Girl’ image. Scorpius has never seen her through those lenses. They offer comfort, support and acceptance. Their determination and ambition match, so they support each other’s dreams

23. How do they tell everyone that they are going to be having a kid/adopting a child soon? They reveal the news at The Burrow at a birthday/Christmas/New Year’s Eve

24. Who has better fashion sense? Scorpius

25. Who will punch someone out if they are rude to their partner? Rose

26. What songs do they sing together in the vehicle? The Weird Sisters’s biggest hits. They do end up singing Muggle songs once Scorpius learns the lyrics from Google

27. What other couple would your otp get along with? Jim & Pam, Jake & Amy, Aragorn & Arwen, Elio & Oliver and Mr & Mrs Smith

28. Who likes to prank the other? Rose

29. Who is the one who loves to take pictures? Both, but Scorpius takes more than Rose. 30. How would they react if they found out they were soul mates? Scorpius would cry with tears of joy. Rose would shrug and say she knew all along.

31. Where would they live? I never imagined them living in Malfoy Manor, due to their bad memories of their family feuds. They would live around the luscious forests in England where they are surrounded by nature.

32. What type of dragon would they own, if they could have one? They would adopt a Antipodean Opaleye. However, Rose would beg Scorpius to let her adopt an Ukrainian Irobelly and a Swedish Short-Snout

33. If they were both vampires, what type of vampires would they be? Rose would be a dhampir and Scorpius would be a moroi

34. What would they dress up as, for Halloween? Mr & Mrs Smith or James Bond and Vesper Lynd

35. Can they name each other’s favourite food? Yes. Rose loves ratatouille and Scorpius loves risotto

36. Do they have pet names for one another? Rose: Rosie, Rosebud, Weasley, Weasel, Mi Amor & Love. Scorpius: Scorp, Scorpion, Scorpy, Malfoy, Darling, Baby, Idiot & Dickhead. 37. How do they cheer each other up? Scorpius would give massages, bubble baths and would throw Rose on his shoulder until she laughs. Rose would cuddle him and roast any of the people who are responsible for putting him in such mood

38. Do they show a lot of PDA? Scorpius is a reserved guy and Rose respects that. They show minimal PTD such as holding hands, forehead kisses, quick kisses and putting their arm around each other.

39. How old were they when they got together? In their sixth year, Rose was 16 and Scorpius was 17.

40. Who is the one that would bring the puppy home? Rose. She’s a cat person but she knows how much Scorpius wants a dog

41. Can they do yoga couple’s poses? They are badass Quidditch players. I’m sure they can handle any curveball being thrown at them.

42. What is their song? A Song For You - Donny Hathaway (Scorpius’ favourite song)

43. What does their room look like? Rose would decorate their room with fairy lights and meaningful photos. Scorpius would paint their room blue and include arm chairs where they can both relax. Both of them would have bookshelves on their room so they could read.

44. Who would be the one to kill zombies while the other keeps them grounded? Rose kills the zombie while Scorpius keeps her grounded

45. Who makes the other breakfast in bed? Scorpius.

46. Who loves kids more? Rose

47. Do either of them have a crazy ex? Surprisingly, Scorpius’ exes are quite chill, and they leave the relationship on civil terms. Rose’s ex is possessive and jealous.

48. What are their favourite colours? Rose is lavender, while Scorpius is blue

49. Who likes to cook? Scorpius

50. Who is the forgetful one? Scorpius

51. Does either of them know how to fight? Scorpius is better at duels than physical violence. On the other hand, Rose is fierce with hexes and could dropkick the fuck out of you.

52. What do they do for Valentines Day? They would go to a nice Muggle restaurant, not wanting to be bombarded with the Wizarding press

53. Who swears more? Rose

54. Who has the better comebacks? Rose. But Scorpius has sarcastic comebacks up his sleeve too.

55. Who would start a fight with another parent at a bake sale? Rose

56. Who reads buzzfeed? Rose likes the quizzes

57. Who is the hopeless romantic? Scorpius

58. Do either of them know how to do a handstand? Rose

59. Who can rap better? Rose since she listens to it more

60. Do either of them want to go sky diving? Rose because she loves being in the air

61. What do they usually text about? They text about their weird work stories

62. Who is the dramatic one? Most people would say Rose due to her energetic personality but Scorpius has had his share of dramatic moments

63. Is either one confrontational? Rose when she’s had enough of your shit

64. What is their favourite cuddle position? Honeymoon hug and Rose sitting on his lap with their arms around each other

65. Who are their favourite musical artist(s)?” Scorpius - Donny Hathaway, Etta James & Ray Charles. Rose - H.E.R, Clairo, The Weird Sisters and Lana Del Rey

66. What are their parenting styles? Rose would be affectionate but would remain a strict parent. She would be teaching her kids life advise and guide them on a good path while still acting adventurous around them. Scorpius might actually spoil his kids but will be very stern when they are in trouble. He would make sure that they listen to Rose and never disrespect her

67. Who would be the more laid back one? Scorpius is very cool-headed around stressful times, but Rose is more laid-back when she is socialising

68. Who listens to more vulgar music? Rose, probably

69. Do either of them have secrets even the other doesn’t know? That Rose’s first crush was Teddy Lupin when she was a kid and that she dated Viktor Krum’s son for a while. Scorpius would not tell Rose that the Malfoy's were partially responsible for Hermione’s torture

70. Who is their go to couple for a double date? Albus, of course

71. Do they tip the waiter/waitress on their date? No

72. How do they work out a fight? They have different temperaments so nothing can be too intense. They try to be very calm about it and balance their reasons with logic and emotional until they come to an agreement. If its a small fight, they shag afterwards

73. Who brings home an illegal pet? Rose would bring a baby dragon and a Hippogriff on the same day

74. What side of the bed do each of them sleep on? Scorpius left and Rose right

75. What is their favorite photo of them two together? Their first kiss at a Quidditch match. One where Scorpius playfully picks up Rose in The Burrow and several photos of them and Albus when they are travelling Europe

76. Who takes longer in the bathroom? Scorpius

77. Who has more songs on their ipod? Rose

78. What movie did they first see together? Star Wars with the Weasley-Potter clan

79. What do they like to see each other in? Rose likes to see Scorpius either in a tuxedo or topless. Scorpius likes to see Rose in a Montrose Magpies sweater because it annoys her

80. Who makes jokes during inappropriate times? Rose. And Scorpius feels guilty of laughing.

81. At what age do they discuss the possibility of children? After they are at the peak of their careers. Realistically, around 28 years old

82. What do they love about each other the most? Rose loves that Scorpius is kind and very respectful. She loves that he completely understands her and always supports her decisions. Scorpius loves Rose’s warm nature and her willingness to cheer people up when they are down. He also loves her adventurous spirit and never gets bored when he’s with her

83. Who is the one that sees the big picture, while the other focus’s on the small details? Rose sees the big picture while Scorpius focuses on small details

84. What would they write on their partner’s social media’s for their anniversary? Scorpius would post photos of Rose and write a paragraph about how much she changed his life. Rose would post an embarrassing photo of Scorpius (like when his ice cream cone fell on his pants) and says how much she loves him

85. Who is bad at math? Rose

86. Who googles everything? Scorpius

87. Who does stuff on impulse? Rose. Luckily Scorpius is always present

88. How do they comfort each other when they are helpless to do anything about the situation? Rose would just cuddle Scorpius and try to lift his mood by suggesting a playful Quidditch game. Scorpius would listen to her and would offer a massage to relieve stress

89. What is an inside joke they have? Dirty minded jokes

90. Who makes the other smile with almost no effort at all? Rose

91. What is their favourite holiday? Rose loves Christmas and Scorpius loves New Year’s Eve

92. Who is the one that is calm and collected while the other is angry and destructive? Scorpius is the calm one and Rose is the impulsive one

93. What is their favourite board game to play? Wizarding chess and exploding snap (not a board game but still

94. Who accidental sets something on fire? Rose when she loses her temper

95. Who has the car ready while the other is robbing the store? Since Rose has a Muggle license, Scorpius would have to rob the store

96. What artist/group did they go to for their first concert? The Weird Sisters

97. Who sleep talks? Scorpius

98. Who is the more social one? Rose. Scorpius is more quiet and reserved

99. What are their karaoke songs? Any songs from The Weird Sisters

100. Who would get up on stage and make a fool of themselves just to make the other laugh? Both

#scorose writings #scorose is my OTP #scorose #rosius #rose weasley #Rose and Scorpius #Rose Granger Weasley #scorpius malfoy

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crowdvscritic · 4 years

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round up // MAY 20

When the going gets rough, I find I keep coming back to two kinds of movies: Romantic comedies and action adventures. For whatever reason, those are my comfort food, even if I’m watching someone get their heart broken or fight for their lives.

Hopefully you’re finding small ways to make your days brighter with books, movies, music, and shows that either help you fight or forget some of the darkness around us for a time. These were a few that made my month brighter, including a number of rom coms and action flicks.

May Crowd-Pleasers

SNL at Home

I almost cried for joy when I learned SNL would finish out its season even though it wouldn’t be in Studio 8H—it felt like a glimmer of a lot of joys we’ve lost in the last few months. While the At Home episodes have an odd rhythm compared to the usual broadcast (that live audience makes a difference, especially during “Weekend Update”), I still laughed every week. A few highlights:

“Bailey at the Movies”

“Dreams”

“Grocery Store”

“MasterClass Quarantine Edition” + “Another MasterClass Qurantine Edition”

“RBG Workout”

Watch those skits, then enjoy an infographic-heavy review of the season from Vulture.

Extraction (2020)

Is this a groundbreaking action movie? Heck no, but watching Chris Hemsworth fight to save a kid with a supporting appearance from David Harbour made for a great Sunday evening. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 6/10

The Wedding Singer (1998)

Somehow I’ve never gotten around to this rom com, perhaps because Adam Sandler’s sense of humor usually isn’t my cup of tea. But here he replaces the gross out jokes with a sweet chemistry with Drew Barrymore. I liked it so much I gave 50 First Dates a shot, but, uh, I only recommend movies I finish. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 6.5/10

Baby Boom (1987)

Another not-innovative genre entry, but a satisfying one. Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7/10

Action Movies set in 1700s America: The Last of the Mohicans (1992) + The Patriot (2000)

Sometimes I don’t want a complicated villain—sometimes I just want Jason Isaacs (aka Lucius Malfoy) to be so evil I want Mel Gibson to take him down with a tomahawk. The Last of the Mohicans: Crowd - 8/10 // Critic: 8.5/10 // The Patriot - Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8.5/10

Taylor Swift City of Lover concert (2020)

I’ve seen Ms. Swift live twice and have loved the stadium tour spectacle. But an intimate show heavy on acoustic performance reminds me how well her songwriting holds up no matter the production

Prop Culture (2020)

I know, I know: Disney+ original series are well executed, long-form advertising. But can you find better-executed advertising than Jason Schwartzman chatting about the Mary Poppins snow globe at a piano with Richard Sherman, the character he played in Saving Mr. Banks? These staged treasure hunts for Disney movie props may be a bit self-important, but they’re also a dose of nostalgia and lessons about the technical side of filmmaking.

This Drake Bell TikTok

If you get this, you get this.

Silverado (1985)

My weird New Year’s resolution? To watch Westerns, a genre I’ve basically skipped until now. Silverado feels like a throwback to classic Westerns with a modern sensibility and more laughs. Plus, baby Kevin Costner and Jeff Goldblum in a fur coat! Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 7.5/10

Chromatica by Lada Gaga (2020)

Turns out I’m not just a fan of the A Star Is Born/duets with Tony Bennet/Joanne Lady Gaga. I’ve always been cooler on her electronic-dance-club Top 40 hits than her recent guitar-and-vocal stylings, but I can’t stop listening to album-long jam sesh. It’s old Gaga meets 2020 beats meets Depeche Mode/Flock of Seagulls/Madonna/New Order of the ‘80s.

The Heat (2013)

Two of my favorite funny ladies teaming up was—not surprisingly—a win. No one delivers a kooky insult like Melissa McCarthy. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10

May Critic Picks

Hail, Caesar! (2016)

Josh Brolin, George Clooney, Ralph Fiennes, Scarlett Johansson, Tilda Swinton, Channing Tatum, and more try to keep Hollywood and their careers afloat despite a bizarre series of kidnappings, line flubs, and tap dances. Of course the Coen Brothers have a dry, wacky take on the Hollywood studio era. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

Jane Eyre (2006)

Confession: I have not read Jane Eyre. But my mom did, and since she enjoyed the book so much, I figured a happy medium would be to watch this BBC miniseries with her commentary about what they changed from the Brontë classic.

Daisy Jones & the Six (2019)

The highest compliment I can give a book is staying up way too late to finish it, which is what I did with this buzzy Taylor Jenkins Reid book. It’s a barely-fictional oral history of sex, drugs, and rock ‘n’ roll in the ‘70s, and somehow it’s not crass or gratuitous about any of them. Most impressive is that Jenkins Reid keeps her characters well-defined even though it’s not written in a traditional novel format. My favorite parts of this story are the deep dive into the creative process and the exploration of how we remember the past. Here’s hoping the Sam Claflin/Riley Keough-led, Reese Witherspoon-produced, (500) Days of Summer team-written Amazon series can do this book justice—I need this soundtrack!

The Plot Thickens podcast (2020)

A Turner Classic Movies podcast hosted by Ben Mankiewicz about film history is a specific—and predictable—Venn diagram of my interests.

Alfred Hitchcock Double Feature: Psycho (1960) + The Birds (1963)

The story about Psycho goes that my grandmother ran out of the movie theatre screaming during the shower scene. Now that I’ve finally watched it, I know why. This horror drama is still terrifying today even if you know what’s going to happen. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 10/10

The story about The Birds goes that my mother was terrified as a little girl after walking into a room where it was on TV, and now she still won’t watch it. The Oscar-winning visual effects have aged so much I didn’t find it scary, but I was still sucked in by the eerie plot. That said, I did have a frightening dream last night involving Tippi Hedren, so it may be more effective than I realized. Give me just a sec while I schedule some Hitchcock-focused family therapy. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (1969)

Spend two hours with the two nicest bank robbers you’ll ever meet! A winsome Paul Newman and a laconic Robert Redford make their escape on the scenic trails of the Southwest, and gosh darn it, if they aren’t just a barrel of fun. I enjoyed this Western so much I recommended it in a piece I wrote for Round Trip, too. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

Katharine Hepburn Double Feature: Alice Adams (1935) + Woman of the Year (1942)

Saying you love Katharine Hepburn is like saying you love sunshine and flowers—of course you do! In Alice Adams, she’s an optimistic Cinderella with a down-on-their-luck family who falls for a high class fella (Fred MacMurray). In Woman of the Year, she’s a high-brow journalist who falls for sports columnist Spencer Tracy in their first of nine films together. She earned Oscar nominations for both, but I dare you not to fall in love with her after watching just one. Alice Adams - Crowd: 7.5/10 // Critic: 8/10 // Woman of the Year - Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 8.5/10

Also in May…

When you’re not allowed to travel, you get creative! For Round Trip this month, I recommended 13 movies about travel that will make you feel like you took the vacation COVID-19 made you cancel (including Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid). And if that’s not enough, why don’t you recreate your trip? I turned my apartment into Paris, and here’s why you might want to do the same.

Kyla and I didn’t go far back in time for most of our Gilmore Girls pop culture references on SO IT’S A SHOW? We covered three movies (or two, depending on how you see it) from the 2000s with connections to this year’s Oscars, 8 Mile and then Kill Bill. We also looked into the famous architect Stanford White and a movie he was featured in, 1981’s Ragtime, which had more connections to today’s culture than we expected.

I made another attempt at Jim Jarmusch for ZekeFilm with Broken Flowers. I still don’t get Jim Jarmusch.

My movie count in quarantine is up to 156. You can see them all on Letterboxd.

Photo credits: SNL, Taylor Swift, TikTok, Lady Gaga, Daisy Jones & the Six, The Plot Thickens. All others IMDb.com.

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When You’re Ready

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Hi, hey, hello, how ya doin'? If you do blurbs/one-shots/imagines/fics could you do a Draco one with the song "When you're ready" by Shawn Mendes, please? Thanks.

Warnings: angst, Draco being an arse...so the usual

A/N: The type of fic where ideas keep popping into my head and i can’t write them as fast as they are born. “Draco cried” like he did every night, that emo bitch with no healthy coping mechanisms.

Word Count: 3.8k

You were Draco’s from the young age of five, that was when your families decided you would marry. Long before you knew the premise of marriage or the weight the word held.

But if someone told you then, at the age of five that you would have to spend the rest of your life with Draco, you would have been ecstatic. He was your best friend why wouldn’t you wanted to be with him forever, no thoughts of love or how he would change in the future clouded your mind.

You were ten when you started being unable to stand his presence, he was still your best friend, only friend. But he had been spending too much time with his father, learning the family ways, he wasn't the same boy you knew before he had been tainted. He was growing to be rougher around the edges but his soft spot for you never left him. When in a room filled with past death eaters and people too posh to even crack a smile he would look at your from across the large dinner table, you'd already been staring at him waiting for him to notice. Nothing had to be said between the two of you for you to have to fight to hold back laughter; like he had told a joke and you were the only ones laughing.

You were twelve when you got on the train together, got sorted into Slytherin together. He quickly made friends with similar ideals as him, he quickly made enemies with the Potter boy. The boy that you took a liking to when he and Hermione noticed you sitting alone in the library and didn't question sitting down with you. They didn't care about the colour of your tie or the fact that you were often seen with Draco, never seen with him and his friends though. They told you that the only time Draco wasn't unbearable was when he was with you, you laughed as they jokingly thanked you. You sadly stated that he was your best friend, your only friend and Hermione smiled as she opened her textbook and said, “not anymore.”

You were thirteen when he yelled at you in front of both of your families, telling them you barely saw him at Hogwarts once you started hanging around with Potter and the Mudblood. You slapped Draco that night after he said that about Hermione. Draco cried, like the baby he was and you sat next to your mother as you listened to both of your fathers argue in the other room. Lucius yelled that the marriage was off if you couldn't learn to control yourself, if you didn't learn your place.

Narcissa apologized to you that night, she admitted to a thirteen-year-old girl that her fears had come true, that Draco was learning too much from his father. She begged you to not give up on him, for you still had almost five years until you were eighteen, five years until you would have to marry him.

She ensured you he would be different as he matured, you hoped she was right because the Draco you saw now, the one that showed no compassion to you anymore, like he did when you were younger, you didn't want to live a life with him.

You were fifteen when he asked you to the Yule Ball, when you said no which prompted him to angrily huff, yell obscene things at you and Hermione as she squeezed your hand, thankful Ron and Harry weren't there to witness it. The next morning you would get a letter from your mother, pleading for you to take back your answer, to go with him to the dance. For the sake of your father, for not putting him in a bad place with the Malfoy’s because dark times loomed and an alliance with the Malfoy’s was their only option. Draco didn’t even smile when you said yes, he simply said “good”, though he’d “rather go with Pansy, his father will be happy at least.”

That night you cried, you cried to Hermione as you dreaded the dance to come, you possibly scarred Neville as you burst into tears when he tried to ask you to the ball, saying between laboured breaths that you had no choice, you had to go with Malfoy, Neville tried to understand, he pitied you and was even sadder for you then about his own rejection.

Draco cried too, alone of course, not having his own friend like Hermione to understand him. You could have been that friend if he didn't fuck it up so badly. He cried the night you said no, angrily punching the wall in the bathroom never being taught how to handle his own emotions. He cried the night you said yes as well, he cried because he made eye contact with you when he saw you get a letter in the Great Hall, the frown prominent on your face, the sadness in your eyes as you said the three-letter word to him shortly after. He cried because he knew you deserved better than him but he would never say that out loud, he knew you probably had someone else who would have asked you, someone, who would make you laugh. He hadn’t made you laugh since you were way younger, he hadn’t made you smile, he hadn’t even said one nice thing to you in years.

As he thought about it he realized every bad thing between the two of you was his fault, his prejudice, his judgment, his anger that you left him, but maybe he pushed you away. He didn't want to go with Pansy, he would much rather have gone with Blaise before he ever went with Pansy, he just wanted to be mean, it’s all he knew how to do when it came to you lately, he wanted to hurt you the way you hurt him when you said no. Maybe he could try to be nicer at the Yule ball, try at all, he fell to the tiled floor and placed his head in his hands as he admitted to himself, that you deserved better and he wasn’t it.

You had to wear the dark green silk dress your mother sent you, you were not surprised, as you walked into the Slytherin common room, that Draco’s tie was the exact same material. He looked at you for a few moments before averting his gaze and shoving his hands in his pockets. You had decided to make the best of the night, it was weird, awkward and forced as you smiled at him shyly. He wanted to say you looked nice but it had been so long since you looked in his eyes like that, like the little girl he remembered, especially because you look almost scared as you smiled, he wanted to speak but his words escaped his throat as his heart raced in his chest.

“Are you ready?” You asked quietly as people around you in the common room paid no mind to the two of you.

He nodded and swallowed, his adam's apple bobbing as he did. “Okay,” you said quietly to yourself.

You walked down the hallway, his friends loudly following behind, their conversation natural unlike the silence between you and Draco. As you neared the Great Hall, which was decorated for the ball fittingly, he stopped walking. You noticed how his friends just walked past him, paying no attention to him but you stopped and took in the lost expression on his face.

“Draco?” You said it so sweetly, not an ounce of hate between the syllable, he blinked and looked at you. “Are you okay?” You asked innocently as he nodded and then took a second to think before extending you his arm, you wrapped your fingers around his forearm, feeling the expensive material of his suit as he in took a shaky breath before walking into the dance. You broke the ice as you leant closer to him, making his heart almost stop as you said, “You act like you’ve never held my hand before.”

“I haven’t.” He said as he furrowed his brows.

“Oh rubbish, Draco I've known you almost as long as I've known myself, though it doesn't feel like it anymore. I have a picture of us when we were like five holding hands.”

He frowned at that part, the ‘though it doesn't feel like it anymore,” but smiled when he realized you still had pictures of you two.

“You mean to tell me you haven’t burned them all?” He playfully whisper shouted back as the volume of the music playing filled the room.

You took a deep breath as you admitted, “I almost did,” and looked up to meet his eyes.

“I don't blame you.” He said bringing you to sit down, arms still linked together. You earned a few strange looks, a pitied one from Hermione and a confused and almost hurt one from Neville.

“Who do you blame then?” You asked with a bit too much malice in your tone.

That shut him up, he isn't mature enough to admit his wrongdoings, for he still believed he was right about his hateful feelings towards your friends, his hateful yet longing feelings towards you.

He wanted you, but he wanted his idealized version of you and you weren't the type of girl to shut up and comply, he knew that to be true from your last comment.

You sat there quietly for a while, drinking the punch and not really talking after the last thing you said, you didn't regret it though, he needed to know his place.

“Are you going to ask me to dance?” You finally asked and he shook his head.

“I don't dance.”

“Draco, I have seen you dance, I have danced with you before, you can't lie to me, I know you.”

“No you don't, and I'm not dancing.”

“Then at least talk to me? We have barely talked in years?” You pleaded, hoping to get something from him.

“I have nothing to say.”

“An apology would be a good start.”

“I have nothing to apologize for.” He said angrily and you crossed your arms in a huff.

After more silence Neville walked up to you and asked you for a dance, he was scared, you would be too if you were him. The girl he wanted to dance with was the date of the person who tormented him, but he was brave, so he extended a hand and you accepted it standing up without muttering a word to Draco.

“Of course I’ll dance with you Neville.” You didn't turn back to see the look of distaste on Draco’s face. After some awkward dancing with the kind Gryffindor boy you felt a tap on your shoulder, you couldn't help but smile as you realized it was Draco.

“Can I cut in?” He asked in a quiet tone you knew he had never used around Neville before.

“Y-Yeah.” Neville stuttered as he let go of your hand and shoulder, going back to dancing with Ginny.

Draco placed a hand on your lower back as he pulled you close, intertwined your fingers as he, much more smoothly than Neville, danced with you.

“See, you do dance.” You smiled as your hand on his shoulder travelled a little toward the back of his neck, feeling his soft skin.

“I dance when you make me.” His jealousy spit out with each word and your smile faded to a frown realizing Draco didn’t dance with you because he gained the courage but because his jealousy overtook him.

“I didn’t make you, I was doing fine without you.”

“With him of all people.”

“Neville is my friend, and I would have gone here with him if I wasn’t forced to go with you.” You confessed with anger ridden words.

“He might be pureblood, but he’s a disgrace, he is a coward, a filthy Gryffindor.” He said loudly gaining the attention of a few people as you let go of him and ran to the hallway. To your dismay, there were people in the hallway to witness the scene as Draco followed you.

“Y/N! Wait, you can’t just leave.” He yelled and you stopped turning around noticing the people watching included Hermione, Ron, Harry and even Neville among others.

“I can do as I please!” You yelled back.

“You do as I say, you belong to me.”

“I don't want you!” You yelled as tears streamed down your face at both embarrassment and the fact that people would now know the truth between you and Draco. “I don't want to marry you.”

“You don't have a choice.” He stood his ground ignoring all the onlookers even though he was hurt deep inside that it was true, you didn't want him.

“No, but I have my freedom until I'm 18, I don't have to be anything to you until then. You are mean, uncaring and a vile person. I don't stand for your beliefs, I don't like the person you turned into at all and I will never be capable of loving you. I will simply be your prisoner but I will never submit to you.” You spat as you harshly hit his chest with an accusing finger before running away. Hermione followed you as Ron and Harry looked horrified, you hadn't told anyone you were arranged to marry Draco except Hermione. Their expressions marked that they were so scared for you, as they looked at Draco with disgust.

Draco had tried to be nice, he really did, but Draco wasn’t used to being nice, he was used to his friends encouraging him to be rude instead. He had sat quietly watching you dance until Pansy came up behind him and attempted to tease him, his anger towards her and watching you dance with someone else, someone more kind and deserving of you, that set him off and he couldn't control his emotions, he never could.

Draco realized all the people that had just witnessed that. This had done more damage to your relationship than anything in the past because now everyone knew, they knew how horrible he was and how sweet you were. He ran to an empty bathroom and cried, he lost you, he had finally done everything he could, messed up everything, and lost you.

You were sixteen when Draco’s father was taken to Azkaban. Draco hadn't acknowledged you since the Yule Ball last year, it was almost the time to go back to Hogwarts for your sixth year there. Draco ignored you all summer, and before summer he didn’t apologize but you were glad he was no longer going out of his way to harass you, he never sat near you in class or lingered in the common room when you were there, he avoided you because it pained him to see you.

It was only the day before you would get on the train, back to Hogwarts and back to barely seeing Draco everyday but seeing him more often than during the summer. You walked up to his house with your mother and father, they had a serious conversation regarding Lucius until Narcissa started crying and your mother hugged her close, she was scared. You thought about how Draco must be feeling so you got up, mostly wanting to remove yourself from this awkward conversation and placed yourself into another. You walked the all too familiar path to Draco’s room and knocked the exact way you did as a kid, 5 knocks and then a pause before you knocked two more times.

Draco was sat in his bed staring at his forearm, he had spent the entire day, his last day of summer, with his aunt Bellatrix learning spells he shouldn't know. He felt the stinging in his arm and tried not to think about the moment he got it. His heart stopped when he heard the familiar sound fill his large room, he wiped his eyes and used his wand to open the door, mostly because he didn't believe it was actually going to be you.

He didn't look up at you so you walked in, it wasn’t much different from the last time you had seen it, just as posh, just as bland.

You crawled up on to the edge of his bed sitting on your knees but keeping your distance.

His one sleeve was pulled down, you could tell he’d been crying, he looked up at you only briefly before averting your gaze. Your kind eyes were too much for him, he didn't deserve you to look at him like that, he deserved the angry eyes from the night of the ball.

“Draco.” You whispered and his frown deepened hearing your sweet voice fill his ears.

He didn’t respond so you tried again edging a bit closer to him on the large bed until you were at his knees which were pulled against his chest, head pressed against his hands resting on them.

“Draco.” This time he looked up at you and his eyes brimmed with tears at your sorrowful expression, you didn't even know the truth as to why he was upset.

“You look like you need a friend.”

“We are hardly friends Y/N.” His voice was hoarse, his throat probably raw from crying.

“Then apologize.” You stated like it was so easy.

“What?” He questioned, looking away as a tear slipped from his eye

“If you need a friend, then apologize, and I know when your lying, if not, then I can leave and pretend like I was never here.”

It took a minute for him to try to think of what to say, so he chose not to think at all, just spill everything he's wanted to say to you. “I’m sorry.” He choked and then apologized for all the times he was mean, for the way he acted, for how he ruined your night at the ball, for the way he pushed you away and found new friends, for the way he felt the world around him change him but never kept you close enough to keep him sane, keep him himself. He paused for a minute as you listened.

“I'm Sorry, I'm so so sorry, I just- I just need you.” He choked as tears streamed down his face faster than he could wipe them away. You pushed his knees down and crawled onto his lap hugging him close to you as he cried onto your shoulder for what felt like hours. He technically lost his dad, he had a terrible task to complete that weighed down on him but he had gotten you back, and he would fight not to lose you.

You were sixteen when you went back to Hogwarts for your sixth year, Draco at your side, not too much of a different Draco, but he promised he would try to change and that was enough for you. You were sixteen when you had to rush to the medical wing to find a bloodied and wet Draco and had to deal with the aftermath because none of his other friends showed up.

You were seventeen when he told you he loved you, when he told you he was scared. Only seventeen when you had to tell the crying boy in front of you that you didn't love him, that you couldn't love who he was right now but promised that someday if he made the right choices you might be able to.

You were sat alone late at night, unsure of what exactly was making him so upset that day. He said it between sobs as you hugged him close, “I love you.” but you didn't respond so he backed up to see your reaction and you just smiled, wiped his tears and told him the truth. “I can’t let myself love you yet.”

He had grown a bit in the past year, he didn't get angry, he didn't curse at you, he just pulled you back in for the hug and whispered.

“When your ready, I’ll be waiting,” he admitted. “And I won’t force you to marry me if I have to wait ten bloody years for you I will.”

You smiled and placed a sweet kiss on his tear-stained cheek. “I think our parents were right when they arranged for us to marry, they must have seen something then.”

“I loved you then too, but I ruined it. A different kind of love.”

“We will get there.” You smiled at him reassuringly, truthful eyes bored into his slightly heartbroken ones, as much as he said he would wait for you, he couldn't help but want you now.

A few short months later, after the battle of Hogwarts you told him you were proud of him, with blood and dirt on your faces and tear-stained cheeks you looked him in his eyes and told him you were proud of his choice.

You were just seventeen when you had to look around at the dead bodies the littered the ground, your heart aching for all your lost friends, lost lives. You intertwined your fingers with his, staying silent for a moment, sadness filling your throat and your lungs, weighing you down, choking you to the point where you almost couldn't speak, but you managed the words “I love you.” You said it like a scared child. You said it like someone who had just nearly kissed death and decided you'd rather Draco be your first kiss instead. You said it the way you had been saying his name recently, with adoration in each letter as you watched him and you both face such trying times.

His eyes widened, he wasn't okay, hearing you validate your feelings towards him didn't make him forget about everything around him, but at a time where he was so sad he couldn’t think of any words to say, those three came easy in response. “I love you,” he stated matter of factly, unlike last time where he said it with bated breath hoping for a response because it was his turn to respond this time and his heart soared after everything you'd been through you were finally ready to love him.

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