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Hiii! Can I request for Atsumu, Iwaizumi, Bokuto, Oikawa and Osamu? Uh.. like.. they finally realized that they fall in love with their bestfriend.. or if you want to change it, you can! Hehe thank youuu 🙈❤

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝

includes miya atsumu, iwaizumi hajime, bokuto koutarou, oikawa tooru, & miya osamu

*·˚ ༘♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: miya atsumu x reader, iwaizumi hajime x reader, bokuto koutarou x reader, oikawa tooru x reader, miya osamu x reader (gender neutral!)

*·˚ ༘♡ 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: thank you for requesting! this was really fun to write! especially osamu’s :)

*·˚ ༘♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: none, unless you count emotions 🤢🤮

*·˚ ༘♡ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fluff, angst (if you squint)

— 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮

atsumu realizes he’s in love with you when he can put down his pride for you and realize he’s wrong.

you’re always there to put him into place when he’s being especially hotheaded, and he’s willing to listen.

the fact that even osamu can’t call him out yet and you can shows that he values what you think, he values you.

; ·˚ ༘♡ ·˚-; ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ♡* ੈ‧₊˚ -; ₊˚.༄ ༘-

“i can’t believe you sometimes! this is a team, i don’t care if you went to the national youth camp, you can’t just pretend you’re the only player on the court!” you scolded, hands clamped on your hips. the setter just shamefully stared at his shoes, his cheeks burning in embarrassment.

“go apologize to your teammates!” you hissed, pointing towards the team, who was standing off from the side of you two. (who were honestly too terrified to intervene.)

atsumu turned to his fellow teammates, uttering a quick “sorry” through gritted teeth.

“you would think the hair bleach got to his brain sometimes,” you sighed, before walking off to continue your activities as manager.

“i’ve never seen somebody put you in your place like that,” aran commented wide-eyed, “not even osamu can get ya to apologize like that.” osamu hummed in agreement.

“i just listen to y/n,” atsumu shrugged, before walking away to collect his things from the locker room.

bounding away with his hands stuck in his pockets, atsumu thought about your scolding. your words could sear through atsumu’s pride, and smack him upside the head and make his brain rattle. atsumu listens to no one, not his coaches, not even his own brother, but he listens to you.

he listens because he loves you.

— 𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞

iwaizumi realizes he’s in love with you when he doesn’t have to be strong infront of you.

it’s exhausting to constantly be strong, and sometimes it’s too much.

once you see his resolve crumble, you know he’s given you not only his trust, but his love too.

; ·˚ ༘♡ ·˚-; ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ♡* ੈ‧₊˚ -; ₊˚.༄ ༘-

“iwa?” you called, turning your head over to the boy walking alongside you.

“what is it?” he hummed, keeping his icy stare ahead as the two of you walked home.

“are you upset about the game today?”

iwaizumi flinched as his steps grew to a halt. was he that transparent? iwaizumi wore his heart on his sleeve more than he cared to admit.

the game against karasuno left him bitter, how could he call himself an ace? how could he hold his team, his best friend, back? they could’ve made it to nationals had it not been for his plays today. maybe if he had just spiked through a few more of their blocks, or dedicated more time to practicing-

iwaizumi felt your arms wrap around him, bringing him close to you, as you whispered to him, “you did your best today, hajime.”

iwaizumi dropped his forehead to your shoulder as he let you hold him. you felt his body begin to shake, as he let out his frustrations from today flood out. iwaizumi has never cried infront of somebody before, but he was okay to let you be the first.

“i’m proud of you,” you muttered into his hair.

for once, iwaizumi wasn’t scared to be weak infront of someone.

— 𝐛𝐨𝐤𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮

he realizes he’s in love with you when he realizes he doesn’t look towards his team when he makes the winning spike, he looks for you.

he doesn't need the validation from his teammates as much as he needs you to look at him with adoring eyes that makes him know he made you proud.

and he’ll always work and play hard just so you can keep looking at him like that.

; ·˚ ༘♡ ·˚-; ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ♡* ੈ‧₊˚ -; ₊˚.༄ ༘-

“great job, bokuto!” his coach bellows, clapping him on the back.

“you did exceptionally well today,” his teacher echoed, nodding along with his coach.

recently, immediately after every practice or game, bokuto would dash to coach’s bench where you and the other managers. he didn’t know why, but it was an instinctive move that he had to come see you and hear what you had to say about him.

“thank you!” he exclaimed, before his eyes fell to you, waiting for your comment.

“you were amazing today, bokuto!” you grinned, handing him his water bottle and towel. “i’m proud of you.”

he couldn’t help the wide smile that erupted on his face when your eyes shone with pride. you patted his chest before going to hand out the rest of the waters and towels.

“you’re like a puppy who’s trying to make their owner proud,” konoha quipped, walking over to bokuto alongside akaashi. “why’s that?”

“i just like seeing y/n happy because of me!”

but deep down, he knew it was because he loved you and the way you looked at him, and he wouldn’t trade that look for the world.

— 𝐨𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮

oikawa realizes he’s in love with you when you tell him he doesn’t have to be perfect.

no, he doesn’t have to be the perfect setter, captain, or friend. he’s oikawa, and that’s enough.

if you want him the way he is, he’s yours to keep.

; ·˚ ༘♡ ·˚-; ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ♡* ੈ‧₊˚ -; ₊˚.༄ ༘-

“oikawa? are you in here?” you called, pulling open the gym door.

of course he was in here, you could tell from the fluorescent lights shining through the windows, and you could hear the squeaking of shoes on the court floors with the aggressive bounce of volleyballs echoing after.

you were greeted with oikawa panting as he clutched a volleyball, sheened with sweat as balls littered the gym floor. it wasn’t a suprise that he was practicing late again.

“what are you doing here, y/n?” oikawa grinned. you nearly popped a vein at his act to play innocent.

“cut the bullshit, ‘kawa,” you sighed, rolling your eyes, “you know why i’m here.”

“because you’re my loving friend who wants to help me practice some more?”

“no, dumbass! i’m here to take you home before you tear your other knee too!” you scolded, coming up to whack him on the head.

you inspected the dozens of volleyballs scattered across the floor. just how long was he practicing his serves for? it was nearly midnight. you sighed, “you don’t have to practice constantly you know.”

“i know,” he muttered, “i just want my serve to be perfect.”

“you don’t have to be perfect, you just have to be oikawa,” you replied. “that’s more than enough for me.”

oikawa’s grip on the ball loosened as he let his joints relax for the first time that night. it was the first time in a long time that somebody didn’t want oikawa, the setter, or the captain, or the great king, somebody wanted him.

if oikawa was enough for you, maybe it was okay he couldn’t be perfect.

he turned to you, “help me clean up, yeah?”

— 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮

osamu realizes he’s in love with you when he’s cooking for you.

he realizes it when he’s taking account for what your favorite food is, your favorite flavors, your allergies, etc.

he always cooks for people he cares for, and makes sure that they’re always well fed, and you’re no exception to that.

asian grandma move honestly

but he doesn’t even realize it himself actually, atsumu has to be the one to bring it up one night at dinner.

; ·˚ ༘♡ ·˚-; ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ♡* ੈ‧₊˚ -; ₊˚.༄ ༘-

“why’d ya make ebi mayo onigiri? i wanted tuna mayo!” atsumu whined from behind osamu, who was carefully molding the rice into their respective shapes.

“because they’re y/n’s favorite,” osamu hummed, as he folded the nori over the rice.

“oh, is y/n coming for dinner?” atsumu replied, snatching up an onigiri from the plate besides osamu. so much for wanting tuna.

osamu paused, you weren’t. so why was he making your favorite food? why did he go through trouble of buying all the ingredients, preparing, and cooking if you weren’t even there to eat it?

“hey! earth to ‘samu!” atsumu called, his mouth full with rice.

osamu snapped out of his daze. he had zoned out long enough for the rice to start sticking to his skin, “huh?”

“i asked if y/n was coming?”

“no, they aren’t.”

“then why the hell are you making ebi mayo for? god, it’s like yer in love with them or something!” atsumu exclaimed while munching away. he walked out of the kitchen grumbling about his lost tuna mayo onigiri.

oh, so that’s why.

osamu was in love with you.

🏷 (open!) : @stcrryskies

© 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐜𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎. ��𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭. ੈ♡˳·˖✶

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ welcome to the big masterpost where i organize all of my types of work! it’s a lot so i hope you find something you’ll enjoy! <3 please refrain from plagiarizing my works, formats and themes!

©kutokawa 2020 all rights reserved - please do not repost my work on other platforms or translate!

❥ key — [☀︎ fluff; ☂︎ angst; ✓completed]

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐔𝐒

[☀︎☂︎✓] zoom - reader x kuroo 

[☀︎☂︎] stupid cupid - reader x atsumu/osamu

[☀︎☂︎] prank wars (coming soon) bokuto x reader

[☀︎☂︎] sunflower (coming soon)

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄

care for something…

…via sns? ೃ⁀➷ fake texts …short and sweet? ೃ⁀➷ blurbs & headcanons …lengthy? ೃ⁀➷ fics

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐆𝐘𝐌

i. ──── karasuno

ii. ──── nekoma

iii. ──── fukurodani

iv. ──── aoba johsai

v. ──── shiratorizawa

vi. ──── inarizaki

vii. ──── others

𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐁𝐘 𝐀𝐔

FRAT!AU ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ bokuto ; kyoutani ; more coming soon!

CAMP COUNSELOR!AU ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ coming soon!

BARISTA!AU ₊˚ˑ༄ؘ oikawa

DAD!AU COLLECTION

headcanons: bokuto ; uncle!msby ; playing dead

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— last updated: jun. 19, 2021

— requests: closed !

— rules/faq

𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐀𝐔𝐒

↪︎ NUMBER NEIGHBOR :: fluff, angst.

↪︎ THE LOVE CLUB :: fluff, angst.

↪︎ UMPAH UMPAH! :: fluff, ANGST.

↪︎ AMOR VINCIT OMNIA :: fluff, angst, dark aca!au

𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐒

# karasuno

— TSUKISHIMA KEI.

↪︎ a simple romance :: fluff, 80s!au.

↪︎ pretty please :: fluff.

— KAGEYAMA TOBIO.

↪︎ one of these nights :: angst.

↪︎ where orchids grow :: angst.

— SUGAWARA KOUSHI.

↪︎ moonlight in miyagi :: fluff, angst.

↪︎ picture perfect :: fluff.

— SAWAMURA DAICHI.

↪︎ a good day to be a dog (owner) :: fluff.

# nekoma

— KUROO TETSUROU.

↪︎ high fidelity :: fluff.

— KOZUME KENMA.

↪︎ she looked like a virtue :: fluff.

↪︎ artificial paradise :: fluff.

↪︎ cheer up :: fluff.

↪︎ serpentine :: fluff.

# aoba johsai

— OIKAWA TOORU.

↪︎ in bloom :: fluff.

↪︎ do you love me too? :: fluff.

— IWAIZUMI HAJIME.

↪︎ love; defined :: fluff.

# shiratorizawa

— TENDOU SATORI.

↪︎ paint the clouds :: fluff.

— SEMI EITA.

↪︎ red ink :: nsfw.

# fukurodani

— BOKUTO KOUTAROU.

↪︎ nom de plume :: fluff, café!au.

— AKAASHI KEIJI.

↪︎ champagne confessions :: fluff.

↪︎ something about us :: fluff.

# inarizaki

— MIYA ATSUMU.

↪︎ cherry cola :: fluff.

↪︎ paper daisy chains :: fluff, angst.

↪︎ a little favor :: fluff.

— SUNA RINTAROU.

↪︎ mercury :: fluff.

# itachiyama

— SAKUSA KIYOOMI.

↪︎ casual catastrophes :: nsfw.

# johzenji

— TERUSHIMA YUUJI.

↪︎ figure 8s :: fluff.

𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

↪︎ hinata’s cousin w/ karasuno

↪︎ baby fever w/ hinata, kageyama, kenma, iwaizumi

↪︎ hidden feelings w/ tsukishima, kuroo, iwaizumi, oikawa

↪︎ boy next door w/ tsukishima

↪︎ kiss and make up w/ tsukishima, kenma, iwaizumi, atsumu

↪︎ drunk confessions w/ kageyama, kuroo, oikawa, terushima

↪︎ best friends w/ kageyama

↪︎ changed paths w/ kageyama, ushijima, atsumu

↪︎ sleeptalks w/ kageyama, kenma, akaashi, atsumu

↪︎ the golden trio w/ tanaka, nishinoya

↪︎ on avoiding your crush w/ kuroo, oikawa, akaashi, terushima

↪︎ only fans w/ kuroo, kenma, iwaizumi, bokuto

↪︎ anxiety attacks w/ kuroo, iwaizumi, akaashi

↪︎ secret relationships w/ kuroo, kenma, oikawa, atsumu

↪︎ ballerina girlfriend vol. 2 w/ lev, akaashi, suna

↪︎ catch me if you can w/ seijoh

↪︎ surprise confessions w/ seijoh

↪︎ being protective w/ shiratorizawa, inarizaki

↪︎ hidden feelings vol. 2 w/ ushijima, akaashi, osamu, kageyama

↪︎ ice skating date w/ lev, ushijima, bokuto

↪︎ ballerina girlfriend w/ osamu, atsumu, sakusa

↪︎ best friends w/ the miya twins, suna

↪︎ proposals w/ tendou, lev, iw aizumi, tanaka

↪︎ how each team celebrates your birthday

↪︎ break up with me for an hour w/ bokuto, atsumu, tsukishima, kyotani

↪︎ annoying them with kisses w/ yaku, kuroo, nishinoya, and kageyama

↪︎ grocery shopping w/ the miya twins, and suna

𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂

MSBY BOYS AS TEXTS SENT FROM MY GROUPCHAT — random, crack

MOST LIKELY TO CATCH FEELINGS FOR THEIR BEST FRIEND — random

MOST LIKELY TO NOT BE MAD AT YOU WHEN YOU DO SOMETHING STUPID — random

MSBY BOYS AS TEXTS SENT FROM MY GROUPCHAT PT. 2 — random, crack

more to come !

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gamer girl

a haikyuu!! social media au

pairing: kuroo testurou x f!reader

summary: y/n and her four friends are known as one of the most chaotic squads in youtube gaming history. even more chaos ensues when another squad joins in and streams with them.

warnings: language, some sexual themes, some angst (in the future)

status: completed.

disclaimer: i do NOT own any of the pictures or hq!! characters used in this series. they all belong to their rightful owners.

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We always take Mondays off! A piece I did for the cover of @offthecourtzine, which is available here til 21/sept/2020.

[image is a stylized, isometric drawing of what looks to be a street in Miyagi filled with chibi characters. Ukai is stepping half out of his convenience store to yell at Hinata and Kageyama, who are racing ahead of Noya, Tanaka, Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi. Aone, Futakuchi, Bokuto, Akaashi, Ushijima and Tendou are also strolling along; Oikawa is stepping out of a bakery to greet a waiting Iwaizumi; and Kuroo peeks at Kenma hiding behind an electronic store.]

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sana in better

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⚡️last updated: june 1, 2020

⚡️notes: requests are currently open! (nct + exo)

E X O

⚡️kim minseok_

he misses you while being away for work and asks you to move in with him

⚡️kim junmyeon_

study buddies!!

you’re my honey bunch sugar plum pumpkin you’re my sweetie pie

if you like it then you should probably put a ring on it :: part one 

bunny family trips!

⚡️byun baekhyun_

definitely never in a million years at all jealous not even a little bit

you meet his friends for the first time

friends to lovers… to spouses?

very subtly hinting that he wants you to take care of him while he’s sick

can i be your boyfriend? :: masterlist here! [ongoing]

⚡️park chanyeol_

surprises, surprises, and more surprises! :: part one / part two [complete]

accidentally saying i love you for the first time

call me baby

the best of both worlds

⚡️do kyungsoo_

he comforts you after a long week of classes 

he wants to meet your parents/family

⚡️oh sehun_

jealousy and sugar babies

they try to set you up with sehun but you’re already dating

big babie energie (re: sehun misses you but won’t admit it)

he wants to move in together

i’ve never once been jealous of park chanyeol in my entire life :: part one / part two / part three [complete] 

proposals in paris

are you singing disney songs with other bitches??

N C T

⚡️johnny seo_

accidentally saying i love you for the first time

boxing buddies

⚡️lee taeyong_

midterms encouragement

that’s ridiculous johnny i’m not in love with my best friend

⚡️nakamoto yuta_

e.boys and e.coli

⚡️jung jaehyun_

comforting you after a breakup

⚡️dong sicheng_

⚡️wong yukhei_

fuck chemistry!! (midterms season encouragement)

⚡️mark lee_

you ask him to set you up with yuta but he likes you

⚡️lee donghyuck_

the dreamies think you’re dating so you might as well prove them right

⚡️na jaemin_

surprise dates (every day boyfriend texts)

⚡️park jisung_

you’re nervous to meet his friends

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and that’s on having a healthy driver relationship- well done mclaren!

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seungmin rivals au! enemies to lovers 26,37 letsgedit

18. rivals au! — 1. enemies to lovers — 26. “you can’t treat me like this when i’m sick.” 37. “i feel comfortable when i’m with you.” with seungmin

there’s no rivals in this wow

“you can’t treat me like this when i’m sick,” you whined are seungmin, resting your head on your desk.

seungmin only rolled his eyes, “you’re not sick, you have a very light fever,”

“i’m dying, kim. death is near me, i can feel it,” you put a hand over your heart, faking an expression of pain.

“you’re so annoying,” he snorted, making you pout. he cooed inwardly at you, finding you adorable. although, you would have to kill him before he admitted it.

your fever seemed to get worse as the day continued and by english class you truly did feel like death. luckily english was the last subject you had today, and you could get home and go to bed.

seungmin, whom sat right behind you in english, noticed how tired you were, resting your head on the desk and looking out the window all most constantly. even though you and seungmin weren’t the best of friends (could you even be called friends?), he took care of you and helped you the best he could.

when the bell rang and it was time to go home, seungmin helped you pack up your stuff and get on the bus, the two of you always took home. he made you sit in the window seat and sat beside you.

“thank you, min,” you mumbled, watching through half lidded eyes as he placed his bag on the ground in front of him.

“it’s nothing, (name),”

letting out a sigh, you rested your head on his shoulder, “i like being with you, you know,”

seungmin froze. he stared out the window, watching the buildings pass by.

you closed your eyes, continuing, “i feel comfortable when i’m with you,”

seungmin’s breath hitched, his cheeks heating up, “y-you’re just saying that,”

“no,” you insisted tiredly, “i really do like being with you. i know we bicker a lot and all that, but i think i like you,”

seungmin closed his eyes for a moment as well, preparing himself for confessing what he’s been feeling for too long, “i like you, too, (name),” he leaned down and pressed a delicate kiss to the top of your head.

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GO生 tracklist as movie posters part 1 (part 2)

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2020 F1 GUIDE FOR NOOBS

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University students AU Dramione

Possibly worth noting: I went to a weird college and this ficlet is based on a thing that happened there. So if you’re reading this thinking, wtf kind of university experience is this? I hard agree. 🤣

“Granger, I’ve got a bone to pick with you.”

A cold, unwelcome voice interrupted Hermione while she was in the middle of typing in a citation link that was three lines long. She pointedly refused to turn until she finished typing in the string of numbers and hit enter.

A paywall filled the screen.

She sighed and with an inward curse of exasperation, shifted in her chair to deal with the unwelcome distraction on her hands.

Draco Malfoy was standing behind her, scowling.

“What do you want, Malfoy?”

He raised his right hand to show a thick stack of papers gripped in his hand. “The study guide you wrote. The answer to twenty is wrong.”

Hermione’s shoulders stiffened, but she kept her expression impassive as she tried to remember what question twenty even was.

Professor Snape had emailed the class a study guide with well-over three hundred broadly-phrased questions that “might” appear on the final exam. Hermione had spent a night filling out the study guide questions with exhaustively detailed answers, quotes, and references. She’d emailed a copy to the private study group she participated in, hoping to encourage the other members to share theirs as well so everyone could compare notes and develop even more comprehensive answers.

Instead, no one else in the study group bothered to write any answers for the study guide at all; and, to add insult to injury, someone whom Hermione intended to murder once she discovered their identity, had forwarded it to the entire class. Everywhere she went, she’d hear her fellow freshman classmates quizzing each other and reciting her answers verbatim.

She stared up at Draco Malfoy, who was notably not a member of said study group, standing with her painstakingly compiled study-guide gripped in his unworthy hands.

“What’s wrong with the answer?” she asked.

Malfoy glanced derisively down at the papers in his hand and turned his wrist to show her an extensively annotated and highlighted copy of her answer. There was a large section that had been slashed through with a red pen. “This whole section here, it completely leaves out Bourne’s commentary. Are you trying to sabotage the entire class by sending everyone shit answers?”

Hermione’s chest tightened and heat rose on her cheeks.

Malfoy stepped closer, and he leaned over her, smirking.

“Is that your plan then?” He quirked a pale eyebrow. “Think you’ll be the one to get Snape’s coveted A+ on your essay if you get the rest of the class to fail the final?”

Hermione’s hand itched to slap him across the face or possibly deck him right there in the library.

Snape’s required freshman class was renown at their school for its tendency to destroy GPA. Everything hung on the final exam and paper. There were more than a few stories of students losing their merit scholarships and having to leave the school because of it. Snape never gave more than one perfect grade on final papers per year, and rumor had that it had been more than four years since anyone had achieved it.

Malfoy had announced during orientation week that he was going to be the one to earn it and it seemed that everyone believed he would.

Draco Malfoy was one of those people that everyone seemed to know about. It was impossible to go anywhere without hearing stories about him. According to the aggressive rumor-mill at the school, he’d gotten a perfect SAT score and been inundated with acceptance letters and full-ride scholarships from prestigious universities across the country, but had decided to attend a “less known” school because his mother was close friends with the president and agreed with school’s academic philosophy.

He’d been dubbed, practically from arrival, as the class “genius” and had an entire flock of freshman and non-freshman girls angling to get their Mrs degree in Malfoy.

Hermione thought he was a pretentious asshole.

She was most definitely going to kill whomever it was who had allowed him to get his hands on her study-guide.

She gave a cold smile. “Gosh. You caught me, Malfoy. I put wrong answers on the study-guide and hoped nobody in our entire class would notice.” She folded her arms. “The reason I didn’t include anything from Bourne is because Snape said he’s wrong and the only reason his textbook was required reading was to highlight what an idiot some people are. If you want to add Bourne’s commentary to your answer, be my guest. In fact,” she leaned forward, extending her hand, “I have a better idea, why don’t you give me my study-guide back, and write your own answers.”

He smirked and straightened, sliding her study guide back into his satchel. “Everyone knows I’m going to be the one whose paper gets a perfect grade from Snape. I have to say though, it’s fun to see you trying.”

Hermione refused to rise to his baiting. “Anything else? By all means, feel free to spread a rumor that my study-guide’s rigged. Maybe then people will do their own homework.”

He cocked his head. “So you admit you’re angling for the A+.”

She rolled her eyes and sat back. “I’m a pretty sure everyone is trying to get it. This isn’t exactly a school with a class culture of only aspiring for passing grades.”

Malfoy moved slightly closer, edging into her personal space and looming over her in a way that made her want to kick him in the shins or, ideally, a bit higher.

“But you actually think you can do it, don’t you?” He flashed another smirk. “Care to bet on that?”

“Care to leave me alone and bother someone else?” Hermione said in a deadpan tone.

His smirk widened into a grin and he glanced across the library where a group of his friends were all watching them. “Well, I should clarify, there are already bets that I’ll get it, but I’ll make a personal wager with you. Think you can beat me? Tell me what you want. I’m open to anything.”

His eyes slid down, away from her face.

Hermione folded her arms again and glared at him. “I don’t want anything from you, Malfoy, and you’re not getting a thing from me. Fuck off, I’m working on a paper.”

She turned back to her computer and watched his silhouette linger in the reflection of her laptop screen for several seconds.

Finally he laughed. “Thanks for the notes, Granger. I look forward to beating you.”

He turned and sauntered off.

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Snape’s approach to finals was unconventional even for the school. The week before the final exam, each student had a private, twenty-minute meeting with him in which they had to defend their paper. At the end of the meeting, he would tell the student what grade they’d receive on the paper, and then, before the final exam, he’d announce to the class if any students had earned an A+.

To Hermione’s irritation, Malfoy’s scheduled meeting with Snape was forty minutes before hers. The hallway outside his office door was lined with students sitting silently and reviewing their papers and notes.

The office door swung open and Malfoy emerged, his face aglow with smug triumph.

The hallway broke out in whispers.

“You got it?” Nott asked right out.

Malfoy grinned. “Perfect grade. First one in five years he said.”

Hermione stiffened where she was sitting as whispers of admiration and congratulations swept down the hallway.

Padma Patil was sitting next to Hermione and rested a hand briefly on her shoulder.

Malfoy’s attention zeroed in and he walked over, stopping in front of Hermione.

“Tough luck, Granger. Maybe in another life. I’m sure you’ll at least get an A.” He started to turn and then paused as though he were just remembering something. “A lot of us are going to be celebrating tonight, you should come, unless you want people to think you’re a sore loser.”

Hermione stared up at him with a flat expression until he finally turned with a shrug and walked away.

When she emerged from her meeting, she didn’t say a word to the other students waiting in the hallway. She went to her dorm and started studying for the rest of her finals.

—————

The final exam for Snape’s class started at an ungodly hour in the morning and the room was blessedly silent as students trickled in and took their seats. Hermione sat reviewing her notes in a corner where no one was likely to jostle her.

The silence was broken when Malfoy entered the room noisily with his friends at his heels and they settled into seats towards the front of the room.

Five minutes before the exam was scheduled to begin, Snape strode into the room and up to the whiteboard. He snatched up a marker and started writing grading percentage brackets. When he finished he added a colon beside each bracket and began adding numbers: number of papers that had failed, the number that had barely passed, moving up towards the 100% that sat at the top of the board.

His hand hovered next to it, and then he suddenly turned and stared at the room, his expression unreadable.

“This semester has a notable distinction,” he said after a moment’s silence. “For the first time in the years I’ve been teaching at this college, I have had two students who merited a perfect grade on the semester’s final paper.”

Hushed gasps swept across the room and students turned to look at Malfoy, whose smirking grin had frozen on his face.

“Next semester, anyone who hasn’t failed my class will be assigned to read Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger’s papers, and perhaps then the rest of you will begin to understand what I mean when I say I expect and will accept nothing less than excellence in this class.”

Malfoy’s platinum head slowly swiveled to so he could stare across the room where Hermione was sitting, an impassive expression on her face.

She didn’t look in his direction.

He kept staring at her until someone shoved a copy of the exam at him.

Two hours later, after turning in her copy of the final exam, Hermione packed her bag, bobbing her head at a few whispered congratulations, and hurried out of the classroom, heading for the library.

“Granger!”

She froze and turned, rolling her eyes.

Malfoy was jogging after her, notably without his usual posse around him.

She stood waiting until he caught up with her.

He stopped a foot away from her and looked her up and down from head to toe as though he were reconsidering something. “Well, you’re full of surprises, aren’t you?”

Hermione folded her arms. “Not really.”

He looked up and met her eyes, flashing a grin. He cocked his head slightly to the side. “I guess this means we should study together.”

Hermione gave a thin, false smile. “I already have a study group, we’re not accepting new members.”

His grin turned roguish and his voice dropped suggestively as he shifted closer. “It could just be the two of us. You’re heading to the library now, aren’t you?”

Her expression turned cold and she stepped quickly back. ”I’m going to study alone.”

She turned on her heel and started walking away.

“You can’t avoid me forever, Granger!”

“You’ll be surprised,” she said, glaring over her shoulder at him.

He was still standing where she’d left him, staring after her, that irritating, over-confident grin still on his face.

He raised an eyebrow. “Care to bet on that?”

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