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sapphicmicrofics · 1 year

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The majority of the fics submitted for this challenge are posted to tumblr and reblogged onto this blog (a list of ships that have been written can be found here), but we also have this AO3 collection and there are a lot of incredible fics being posted there that don’t make it to tumblr. I still want to highlight those because honestly some of them are amazing.

They’re sorted per prompt and have the basic information, but check the tags before reading!

This event is being run through @hpsaffics and the rules can be found here, a list of all upcoming prompts is here.

Prompt: Smile

A Battle Lost || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 303 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ

Prompt: In Between

In Between Times || Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: sidewave

Prompt: Different

Something Different || Lily Luna Potter/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 41 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: Lips

Live Forever || Astoria Greengrass/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 44 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 Challenge Accepted || Ginny Weasley/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Explicit || Words: 1357 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ Hints of Lily || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 37|| Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 Her Lips || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 51 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: triggerlil Summoned || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 37|| Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: “I Didn’t Mean That”

A Woman Like That || Alecto Carrow/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Explicit || Words: 2412 || Archive Warnings: Graphic Violence, Rape/Non-con || Author: dont_try_this A Reminder || Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 43 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 I (won’t) lie to you || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: triggerlil

Prompt: Genuine

We Choose You || Dorcas Meadowes/Mrs Zabini/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 237 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ Like Herself || Lily Luna Potter/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 37 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: Beach

If She Cared || Narcissa Malfoy/Sirius Black || Rating: Mature || Words: 47 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007 The beach house || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: triggerlil

Prompt: Hair Dye

Gold rush || Hermione Granger/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 1232 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: speakvoices

Prompt: “Can I Kiss You?”

Same Moment, Different Time || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy, Ginny Weasley/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 331 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: LesbianKJ

Prompt: Museum

Hypocrite || Andromeda Tonks/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Mature || Words: 152 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: Creativity_In_Little_Time A Shrine of How it Had Been || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: Teen || Words: 45 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: herochick007

Prompt: Regret

Regret is oversteeped tea || Lily Evans/Narcissa Malfoy || Rating: General || Words: 50 || Archive Warnings: None || Author: sidewave

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siriusly-sapphic · 2 years

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Sooo all the treats from the Saffic Summer Exchange hosted by @hpsaffics have been revealed! (Seriously go check out the full collection it's SO good.) I ended up writing six double drabbles for it (meaning all 200 words), which I've linked here! Basic tags and rating are listed with them.

Two times Luna/Parvati, post war, healing, fluff, G rated.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40193436

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40205916

Two times Hermione/Narcissa, post war, established relationship, first one M and second one G rated.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40192794

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40095522

Cho/Ginny, post war, quidditch match, first kiss, T rated.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40212504

And finally Alecto/Narcissa, first war, established friends with benefits, E rated.

#harry potter #femslash #cissamione #narcissa malfoy #hermione granger #luna lovegood #parvati patil #cho x ginny #cho chang #ginny weasley #luna x parvati #alecto carrow #alecto x narcissa #my fic #fic rec #hp fic #ao3 #hp femslash

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thegriffinpuff21 · 4 days

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IF YOU WANT MORE HISTORICALLY ACCOUNT MARAUDERS STUFF COME CHECK OUT MY NEW STORY ON MY WATTPAD ACCOUNT @AARONCARTERSGIRL

THE STORY IS CALLED: THE MISCHEF MAKERS AND HAS A 1970s THEMED COVER

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narcissasdaffodil · 11 months

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Title: Purrfect Moment

Fandom: Harry Potter

Category: F/F (Alecto/Narcissa)

Rating: T

Word count: 100

Summary: Alecto curls up on Narcissa’s lap in cat form, and they hang out in the Slytherin common room.

Tags: @mikaharuka @tsunderewatermelon

For the prompt for 4th July: Cats for @sapphicmicrofics

#harry potter #sapphicmicrofics #narcissa black #narcissa x alecto #narlecto #alecto carrow #fanfic #bubblelaureno #alecto delyth carrow

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cruelsummer-ficfest · 10 months

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Hey Kids—Reading is Fun!

Dear Readers,

Your mods (@femme--de--lettres and @greyeyedmonster-18) are beside themselves with how many of you have participated in Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour this year.

From full novel-length fics to poetry, from microfics to multi-chaptered works and everything in between, we've been blown away—enchanted, even—by this year's submissions. This fest started as a labor of love for both of us as avid Swifties and HP fic authors and we couldn't have imagined in our wildest dreams the way you've embraced it with open arms.

With that said, we're pleased to offer the below list of this year's love stories. Due to tumblr restrictions on tagging, we weren't able to tag all of the individual author tumblr accounts (something something look what you made us do something something) so we've tried to link to ao3 as much as possible, but if you like a fic—check out that author's ao3! We've tried to connect you as directly to the mainstream of what each author writes in that respect, so if you happen to find a new fave, you can show them more love on the rest of their works!

To make a long story short, the majority of these works can be found in the Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour collection on ao3—with a catalogue of over 100 works, there's something for everybody, and we hope you'll take a peek at this year's truly incredible works.

We've had the time of our life fighting dragons with you, but sometimes, you know in your soul when it's time to go.

Thanks for making this cruel summer another one for the books.

Until Next Time,

Your Mods (Grey and Andie)

Cruel Summer Fic Fest: The Eras Tour

(all fics are followed by the character, relationship, or pairing that each work focused on. for the purposes of our list, both "x" and "/" indicate some level of romantic relationship, while "&" entails a platonic or otherwise friendly one)

Era One (Debut/Midnights)

Stay Beautiful (Regulus x James)

Sweet Nothing (Ted Tonks x Andromeda Black)

Midnight Rain (Sirius x Remus)

A Perfectly Good Heart (Harry/Fred/George)

Bigger Than the Whole Sky (Lavender x Pansy)

Anti-Hero (Sirius x Remus)

Tim McGraw (James x Lily)

Invisible (Harry x Ginny)

Should've Said No (Ron x Hermione)

Dear Reader (Draco x Astoria, Part 1 of 6)

Glitch (Bellatrix Black x Voldemort)

The Outside (Ron x Hermione)

Bejeweled (Ron x Hermione)

Maroon (Ron x Hermione)

Teardrops on My Guitar (Ron x Hermione)

Mastermind (Ron x Hermione)

Era Two (1989/Evermore)

Wonderland (Snape x Trelawney)

Dorothea (Sirius x Remus)

New Romantics (Regulus x Lily)

You Are In Love (James x Lily)

Wildest Dreams (Sirius x James)

Long Story Short (Draco x Harry)

This Love (Pandora x Lily)

All You Had to Do Was Stay (Hermione x Pansy)

Shake It Off (Draco x Harry)

I Wish You Would (James x Lily)

Blank Space (Ron x Hermione)

I Know Places (Draco x Hermione)

Gold Rush (Ron x Hermione)

Welcome to New York (Sirius x Remus)

Style (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Happiness (Narcissa Black x Emmeline Vance)

Tis the Damn Season (Harry x Bill Weasley)

It's Time to Go (Teddy x Victoire)

Cowboy Like Me (Astoria x Hermione)

Champagne Problems (Draco x Astoria, Part 2 of 6)

Era Three (Red/Lover)

The Moment I Knew (Ron x Hermione)

You Need to Calm Down (Draco x Harry)

Sad Beautiful Tragic (Draco x Astoria)

Nothing New (ft. Phoebe Bridgers) (Ron x Hermione)

All of the Girls You Loved Before (Sirius x Remus)

State of Grace (James x Lily)

Miss Americana & the Heartbreak Prince Draco x Astoria, Part 3 of 6)

We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together (Harry x Tom Riddle)

The Last Time (ft. Gary Lightbody) (Ron x Hermione)

All Too Well (Ron x Hermione)

The Archer (Pandora Lovegood x Lily Evans)

Babe (Ron x Hermione)

Run (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Narcissa x Lily)

Cornelia Street (Percy Weasley x Oliver Wood)

Everything Has Changed (ft. Ed Sheeran) (Sirius x Remus)

The Very First Night (Ron x Hermione)

Girl at Home (Alecto Carrow x Narcissa Black)

Forever Winter (Draco x Astoria)

Afterglow (Ron x Hermione)

Holy Ground (Romione)

Stay Stay Stay (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

False God (Bellatrix x Voldemort)

Era Four (Fearless/Reputation)

Come in With the Rain (Ginny & Hermione)

Look What You Made Me Do (Ron x Hermione)

That's When (ft. Keith Urban) (James x Lily)

Fifteen (James x Lily)

Tell Me Why (Harry x Charlie Weasley)

The Best Day (Percy x Oliver Wood)

Call It What You Want (Ron x Hermione)

You Belong With Me (Ron x Hermione)

Untouchable (Narcissa x Lily)

Change (Ron x Hermione)

Superstar (Draco x Hermione)

Forever and Always (Piano Version) (Draco x Astoria)

King of My Heart (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (James x Lily)

Fearless (Ron x Hermione)

The Way I Loved You (James x Lily)

Gorgeous (Ron x Hermione)

Bye Bye Baby (Ron x Hermione)

White Horse (James x Lily)

…Ready for It? (Blaise Zabini x Daphne Greengrass)

Don’t You (Ron x Hermione)

I Did Something Bad (Draco x Astoria, Part 4 of 6)

The Other Side of the Door (Sirius x Remus)

Era Five (Speak Now/Folklore)

Haunted (Bellatrix x Lily)

Enchanted (Ron x Hermione)

Innocent (Draco & Narcissa Malfoy)

Back to December (Ron x Hermione)

The 1 (Ron x Hermione)

Exile (ft Bon Iver) (Ron x Hermione)

Mad Woman (Draco x Harry)

Invisible String (Sirius x Remus)

Cardigan (Ron x Hermione)

Epiphany (Padma Patil x Theodore Nott)

Mirrorball (Draco x Harry)

Mine (Harry/Fred/George)

Mean (Ron x Hermione)

This Is Me Trying (Marcus Flint x Percy Weasley)

Timeless (Ron x Hermione)

My Tears Ricochet (Ron x Hermione)

Seven (Sirius x Remus)

I Can See You (Sirius x Remus)

Foolish One (Angelina Johnson x George Weasley)

#cruel summer fic fest #cruel summer fic fest 2023 #cruel summer fic fest: the eras tour #cruel summer fic fest 2023: the eras tour #harry potter fic fest #taylor swift fic fest #taylor swift x hp #harry potter fic masterlist #authors we're so proud of you #you went above and beyond #and we're just. grinning.#(also if we omitted your work in here—let us know! we tried to comb through everything but there's always the chance we missed something!)#microfics + mods' pieces will be included in a reblog because #if y'all would believe it #you gave us so many stories that tumblr decided to quit on our og post #so...more incoming #xoxo your mods

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lotties-ashwagandha · 2 years

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hello

could write a cissy x reader fic maybe some hurt comfort . Like we think she is cheating or smth🤍 btw i love your blog you’re an amazing writer ( sorry for mistakes English isn’t my first language)

FRACTURED GLASS AND ITS DOWNPOUR

pairing: narcissa malfoy x reader

word count: 1060

notes and warnings: love this request and thank youu <3 this is inspired by “the last beautiful thing i saw is the thing that blinded me” by paris paloma ALSO I made up a first name for Blaise Zabini’s mom bc she didnt have one and the only other death-eater-esque women are bellatrix (we don’t do incest folks) and alecto carrow sooo,, also i wrote this when i was deliriously tired so bear w me 😅

taglist: @cordeliass @paulsonsratched @goodeday2u @thedeconstructionist @traumatisedfangirl @devriesgoode

This shattered reality haunts us relentlessly.

Always, it is there, lurking in the shadows — such a past, such a fear that cannot be named, waiting for a moment to deliver us to death.

Step on the cracks, listen to the ticking of the clock.

Time has come for us — never again will we feel this love.

You waited.

You listened to the ticking of the clock.

It had been seven hours. Seven hours of a Saturday you had made plans to spend together, and it had been the third week in a row.

You knew you ought to be compassionate, but Lenora Zabini’s divorce was far from being your problem, which meant you had no reason to get involved in it, and neither did Narcissa.

“We’ve known each other since we were children,” Narcissa had said at the start of it all, “and when I separated from Lucius, she was endlessly supportive.”

You understood her call to compassion — in her truest form, she was built on compassion, and had always sacrificed her own stability for that of those she held dear.

Yet again, Lenora Zabini’s divorce was in no way your problem, and you were firm in your resolve that the two of you should stay out of it.

When Narcissa had disregarded your resolve, when she had rushed to Zabini every moment she could, that was when the fragile state of your reality had begun to fracture. Everything around you had turned into glass — every word, every glance, every touch so easily shattered.

You listened to the ticking of the clock. You were staring at it, now, watching the moments hurry by. It was nearing seven o’clock. With every moment that ticked by you could feel resentment growing like vines around your ribs, bursting into your lungs and suffocating you.

Last week she had only stayed with Zabini until six.

You could hear the front door open, and you turned back to the book in your lap, and though your gaze was focused on it you could not see a single word.

You could hear her heels echoing through the halls as she reached the living room, and from the edge of your vision you watched her approach.

“You said you’d be back by five.”

“Oh, hello, it’s nice to see you, too,” she teased, though she seemed to sense something was off, for her smile faded quickly. She did not press you, yet you could feel her analytical gaze resting heavily upon you as she sat down beside you on the sofa. “What are you reading?”

“The Secret History,” you said quietly, refusing to meet her gaze. You craved her presence, yet you wished just as strongly to isolate yourself. It was a balance that tortured you.

“What’s it about?” She rested her head on your shoulder, sighing in exhaustion.

“I don’t know,” you said blandly, “I just started it.”

Narcissa sat up, watching you for a moment before gently taking the book from your hands and placing it on the coffee table in front of you.

You dared not meet her gaze — for if you did, you knew your eyes would betray your every thought.

“What happened?” She asked softly.

“Nothing happened.”

She sighed once more, and finally you met her gaze, and there would be no escape now, for she could read all you were feeling in a single moment.

All of your fears, every shard of broken glass, felt ridiculous. You had no reason to worry, for she was here with you now, tangible.

Saying it all out loud was your greatest nightmare — if your suspicions were wrong, you could not imagine how deeply your words would cut her, how big of a blow you would release upon your own happiness.

Narcissa waited for you to speak. Her expression was gentle, and you could tell she was doing the best she could to provide comfort in her exhausted state, and this too made you feel terrible for what you were about to ask.

There was no other way to ask it except directly, and you attempted to center yourself before you mustered up the words, yet they flew out before you could stop them. “Are you cheating on me?”

You regretted your words as soon as you said them. There it was, your greatest fear, hanging so vulnerably between the two of you.

And your reality would shatter, in this very moment, or it would be saved.

You had already been blinded by the glass.

Narcissa’s expression changed completely. The surprise she bore could have itself proved her innocence, the way her body tensed. She shook her head, dumbfounded, breathing out a ‘no.’

You did not need any further explanation – part of you knew she was innocent before you had even asked.

Yet the fear kept coming back, kept harvesting your hope and watching as the blood drained from the wounds it pridefully inflicted.

There were a thousand things she could have said. She could have berated you for suggesting that she would do that to you, she could have turned the question around, she could have simply left without another word.

But there she was, still, beside you, and now she was the one watching the moments tick by.

“I would never do that to you,” she whispered, and if you had not been paying such close attention, you wouldn’t have heard her.

That was the moment you understood the profoundness of her silence – for she had once been in your position, and the answer of the person opposite had been very, very different.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, “I know you wouldn’t… but you’ve been spending so much time with Lenora, any second you can get, and I just assumed…”

And once she understood, the alarm faded from her features, and such delicacy was replaced with steadiness. “Lenora and I have never had anything between us. She’s like a sister to me.”

You nodded, taking a shaky breath.

She opened her arms, inviting you closer, and you leaned against her. The comfort of her presence radiated through you, and finally you were safe from the threats hiding in every corner, from the fear that so violently sought you.

The broken glass of your reality, never able to be repaired, was now constructed of diamonds.

A downpour of love followed you – a downpour of diamonds.

#narcissa malfoy x reader #narcissa malfoy #narcissa black #narcissa black x reader #harry potter #helen mccrory #bellatrix lestrange #bellatrix black #lgbtq+#wlw

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wondernimbus · 4 years

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everything you didn’t say — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: reader has secrets of her own. a party at the malfoy manor reveals them.

a/n: i had to rewrite this bc im dumb n my first draft didn't save which was Very upsetting but anyways i hope you like it :'')

“Well, don’t you look dashing.”

Draco’s eyes snap up in the mirror.

[Y/N] is standing in his doorway, having somehow opened the door without him noticing. She has one shoulder leaning on the doorframe, arms folded over her chest, eyebrows raised. There is a glint in her eye that Draco knows all too well; that of playfulness, of fondness. One he has long since associated with safety.

He breathes out a short laugh. “How long have you been standing there?” Draco asks, ringed fingers deftly resuming to work on his tie, but he isn’t having much success. He feels far too jittery, and as a result he keeps accidentally knotting it, only to unwind the silk and try again, over and over like some messed up routine.

Watching her through the mirror’s reflection, he sees [Y/N] step into the room. She’s wearing a plain black dress; lace sleeves, collarbones in display, the silver necklace he’d given her hanging around her neck.

“Long enough to find out that you’re a grown seventeen year old who doesn’t know how to tie his own tie.”

Draco still has it in him to roll his eyes, to let out a short-lived laugh. “I do,” he mutters, yanking a little at the fabric in frustration. “It’s just..”

[Y/N] swiftly pads across his room to join him at the dresser, a tiny grin playing across her lips. Standing in front of him, she gently knocks his hands away so as to work on his tie herself.

“Nerves?” she says quietly. The grin on her lips falls slightly as she fixes her gaze on his tie, hands quickly working to loop the loose ends together.

Draco inhales sharply. His palms are clammy, his heart is beating too fast inside of his chest—to say that he’s dealing with nerves would be an understatement.

”You could say that,” he decides, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides. When she looks up to meet his gaze, he tries for a weak smile, if only to quell the storm inside his heart.

”It’ll be fine,” [Y/N] tells him with a pursed smile. She’s done tying his tie. Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, which are covered with his suit jacket. His mother had insisted he wear it, just as her own mother had no doubt insisted [Y/N] wear her dress; it is somewhat of a special occasion, after all, although what they are celebrating is hardly something that neither draco nor [Y/N] feel too ecstatic about it.

”There’ll be drinks,” continues [Y/N] with a lilting tone, thumbs smoothing over the creases of his suit. “And..”

She trails off. There isn’t really much to say.

”Dancing?” Draco suggests half-heartedly.

There is one brief second in which their eyes meet, and both of their lips are already beginning to quirk up at the corners, and then the next they are both breaking out into laughter. And it’s not the kind that hurts your stomach or has you pounding your fists on the ground, but it’s laughter nonetheless—a little rigid, a little heavy-hearted, but it’s just as relieving.

[Y/N]’s shoulders wrack with subtle giggles. “Yeah,” she agrees, nodding. “And I suspect Greyback will be giving a motivational speech.”

Draco feels his lips tug up into a crooked grin. “Hear my aunt might skip out on the party. She’s got knitting to do, you see.”

Both of them let themselves paint a picture inside their head: the infamous, untamed Bellatrix, sitting in a quiet corner with a quilt in her lap, humming a little tune to herself.

[Y/N] throws her head back in a loud laugh, and this time it’s not quite as tense. Draco watches her, laughing quietly on his own, and suddenly his heart doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

He watches as the last of her giggles dissipate, and she is smiling down at her shoes again, and then back up at him.

“We’ll be okay,” she tells him softly, once more reaching out, but not to tie his tie or to smoothen out the creased fabric of his suit, but to card her fingers through his hair the way she knows relaxes him.

Staring down at her—holding her gaze, which is warm and comforting and reminiscent of simpler times, like when she would sneak into his bed at Hogwarts and they would whisper and laugh quietly into the night, taking care not to wake up any of his roommates—Draco allows himself to breathe. To feel like himself again; a boy in love and nothing more.

”Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes, leaning forward to lean his forehead on hers. “Yeah, we will.”

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Gatherings at the Malfoy Manor were usually a grand event; peacocks would mill about the lawn, some wandering past the large castle doors and into the drawing room, where the guests would stroke their feathers in admiration with one hand and hold a glass of the finest mulled wine in the other as they spoke among themselves, laughing and boasting offhandedly about the ancient living room set they'd imported from France or their children's future careers. Sometimes one would have enough courage to bring up the notion of arranged marriages, only for Narcissa Malfoy to turn them down and say that Draco would choose for himself when the time came, veering the conversation away towards things like ministry connections.

Parties happened often back then—not as much to celebrate as to fill up the overly large halls of the manor with pointless chatter—but things have changed. It’s been a while since the Malfoys last opened their doors to guests.

Does this count as a party? Draco wonders to himself, watching Death Eaters filter into the drawing room, some wearing sickening grins and others looking dead inside.

There are no more wandering peacocks. No more music, no more friendly guests eager to wed their children into the Malfoy family. There are only murderers. Death Eaters. There is laughter, but the kind that has Draco feeling uneasy.

Things have changed. Draco wonders if it's for the better.

He knows he and [Y/N] can't hide here forever—at the edge of the shadowed banister overlooking the entrance hall—but they stay there for as long as they can, until his grim-looking mother comes up the staircase and beckons for them to join the party.

Party. Ha.

So Draco and [Y/N] trail after Narcissa, who leads them into the drawing room, where most of the Death Eaters have gathered. No peacocks, no music, but there is wine, and almost everyone is clutching a glass of it.

He feels [Y/N]'s fingers graze against his. Looking over at her, she sees him staring placidly in front of her, meeting no one's gaze, but she seems to feel his eyes on her—so she turns her head to the side, and Draco sees her facade slip away for the smallest of split seconds as the look on her face softens and she gives him this small, reassuring smile.

He can almost hear her voice inside his head: we'll be okay.

Draco swallows. Nods just a fraction of an inch.

People clap him on the back as he passes, congratulating him and [Y/N] for a job well done at fixing the Vanishing Cabinet. Draco nods mutely and lets [Y/N] do the talking—she has always been better at keeping her composure, masking her true thoughts.

"Could never have imagined it," cackles Alecto Carrow, marching up to them in the middle of the large room. Her cheeks are already tinged pink with intoxication, voice a higher pitch than usual. "Most I expected from you lot was.. well, nothing, really. Doubted you could even fix a dresser, much less a whole bloody cabinet!" she shrieks with laughter, some of the wine from her glass spilling onto the floor.

[Y/N]'s gaze is stony. "Thank you."

Alecto’s nose wrinkles, her chortles dying down. "Thank you?" she repeats. "S'that all you have to say?"

For a brief, horrifying moment, Draco almost thinks [Y/N] is going to bite back with a sarcastic remark—but things have changed and there is a mark on her arm now, so instead she says, flatly, "It wasn’t an easy feat." A slight pause. "We’re just as surprised as you."

Alecto grins. She seems satisfied. "Well, 'course it wasn't an easy feat, or at least for you." She takes a big swig out of her glass. "Could’ve done it myself in ten minutes, isn't that right, Amycus?"

Her brother Amycus snickers but doesn't reply. Draco knows it's because he doubts Alecto's claims just as much as they do; she doesn't seem capable of writing even a bloody paragraph on her own.

"Well," says [Y/N]. "We appreciate your.. praise."

Draco almost snorts. It’s uncharacteristic of her to be so formal, and most of all to take the high road when being insulted. He knows that if things were different, if their lives weren't on the line, she wouldn't be standing here at Draco's side—no, her wand would be at Alecto's throat.

But that little bit of humor quickly fades when Draco finds Amycus staring at [Y/N], uncouth eyes roaming from her lips to her exposed collarbones, the skin hiding just underneath the lace of her sleeves, the dress hugging her figure—

Draco feels anger flare up, hot and heavy inside of his chest. Unconsciously, he finds himself stepping forward, urged on by that unpleasant feeling worming its way into his stomach, curling his hands into fists, tinging the tips of his ears red as his fingers edge closer to the wand inside his pocket.

¨What are you looking at, boy?¨ Amycus sneers, meeting his gaze.

Draco thinks, at that moment, that magic would hardly be fit to put this ugly brute of a man in his place—no, he´d much rather use his fists, pummel them into that crooked nose of his until he kneels at [Y/N]’s feet and begs for her forgiveness, because no one should look at her like that—

[Y/N] is whispering something, but he can´t hear it through the blood rushing in his ears.

But all of a sudden, Amycus’s gaze changes. He is no longer looking at Draco; rather, at something over his shoulder, and then he is bowing his head, eyes downcast.

All it takes Draco is a brief glance behind him to realize why.

He hears [Y/N] now: he’s here. He’s here.

An odd hush has fallen over the large room. The cause is easy to pinpoint; the Dark Lord has appeared at the entrance of the large drawing room, bringing with him a familiar sense of foreboding as everyone’s breath seems to hitch. It’s funny, in a sick way, how easily the atmosphere has shifted from something like ease to suffocating tension. How Alecto, who had been cackling into her glass of wine just moments before, now looks like a dog called to heel. How Amycus has torn his hungry gaze away from [Y/N] to instead stare down obediently at his feet. How Draco’s own parents, who stand a few feet away from the Dark Lord at the entrance, have their lips pursed and their hands clasped in front of them in submission.

Draco would laugh, but he is one of them now, and his head is hung just like the rest of them.

¨My, my,¨ says the Dark Lord, tone soft. ¨What a lovely party.¨

It had been he, the Dark Lord, who had suggested the idea of a celebration to revere in Draco´s and [Y/N]´s success. Not out of fondness, of course, but out of sheer spite for the Malfoys, caused by Lucius’s failure at the Department of Mysteries. This party was just another part of his little mind games; not only had he forced their son, Draco, to let Death Eaters loose inside Hogwarts, but he was now forcing them to celebrate it.

But why is he here?

It had been he who proposed the party, but no one had expected the Dark Lord to actually come. He had other things of actual importance to attend to: things that involved torture and kidnap and blackmail. He was on the brink of taking over the Ministry of Magic, and thus was a busy man—the Dark Lord only goes where he is needed, and not to pointless parties.

Draco swallows.

So why is he here?

¨It is only right, of course,¨ Voldemort continues, his voice still so oddly soft, like he´s addressing children, ¨That we celebrate the success of our young Death Eaters. The task I gave them was not an easy one, I’m afraid, and yet they prevailed, in the end, and proved themselves to us.¨

He wonders if Voldemort has spotted him and [Y/N], and feels bile rise at the back of his throat. Draco doesn´t want him anywhere near her.

Just leave, Draco thinks to himself, his teeth gritted so tight he hears how they scrape inside his skull. Just leave.

“I must admit, a few months ago I had my doubts.. but now here we are, applauding them, congratulating them for a job well done, treating them as one of our own.. welcoming them.”

“Draco.”

[Y/N] has inched closer to him. A moment later she feels her fingers weaving through his, squeezing his palm so tight Draco knows without having to look that her knuckles have turned a ghostly white.

He squeezes back, thinking that she might just be as surprised as him. Just as nervous.

It’ll be okay, he tries to tell her without saying it out loud. He´s too scared to speak. It’ll be okay.

¨And yet even as we toast to their names..¨

Draco keeps his head down. He can hear the sound of Voldemort´s robes rasping against the floor as he moves about the room.

But that is not the only thing he hears. Cold sweat trickles down the side of his temple, because in the Dark Lord’s voice he hears an edge. He senses danger.

A thought bounces around Draco’s skull as he fixes his gaze intently on his shoes: why is he here?

"Even as we welcome them with open arms.. as we let them walk among us unharmed, revered, almost, for their bravery..¨

¨Draco,¨ [Y/N] repeats, a little louder this time but only for his ears, and if the room wasn´t so quiet he wouldn´t have heard her ragged, almost panicked breathing, but it was and he did.

He senses uneasy movement from behind him. One of the other Death Eaters.

¨Despite our kindness, one of them dares to turn away from us. One of them dares—¨ The Dark Lord´s voice grows colder, angrier, losing control and then all of a sudden softening again after a pregnant pause; ¨One of them dared.. dares to feed information to the fools that call themselves the Order of the Phoenix.¨

Draco hears the collective murmur of surprise that ripples through the room.

“Draco.” [Y/N]’s grip on his hand, if possible, tightens.

¨One of them dares betray us.¨

There is a brief moment of confusion on Draco´s part. He turns his head to look at [Y/N], brows furrowed as he struggles to make sense of the Dark Lord´s words.

But then Draco meets her eyes. Sees the look on her face.

¨I´m sorry,¨ she whispers, and realization hits him like a burst of icy cold water.

¨Seize her,¨ Voldemort says coldly. When Draco looks up, he sees that he is halfway across the room but his gaze is fixed on them—on [Y/N].

Amycus and Alecto are the first to move. They drop their glasses with no hesitation, sending them to the floor where they break into a hundred tiny pieces, and grab [Y/N] by the arms. She resists, wrestling in their arms, but the string of words that leave her mouth aren´t curses, nor are they pleas to let her go; no, they are apologies, repeated over and over again like a mantra as she desperately holds Draco´s gaze—”I’m sorry, Draco. I’m sorry.”

He watches as they yank [Y/N] across the floor, towards the Dark Lord, away from him. His lungs have stopped working, his heart is pounding wildly somewhere inside his throat, and [Y/N] is being roughly thrown at the Dark Lord´s feet—

Draco can´t breathe. His mind is buzzing, blanking out to a field of white, noise and heat colliding and melting until he can´t think through the blood rushing in his ears.

“Pity,” the Dark Lord whispers, gripping her chin harshly, jerking it up so that she would look at him.

“I thought you'd proved yourself to be worthy of my praise, but instead it seems you've proved yourself to be rather the opposite—“

She snaps her head away. “Fuck you.”

“You, my child, have proved yourself to be a fool.”

“You´re never going to win.”

The Dark Lord seems unfazed. A grin splits wide on his face, stretching his lips into an uncannily amused grin as he stares down at the girl at his feet for a few seconds before nodding—and then turning around, twirling his wand in his hands—when had he pulled it out?

“And now, my brothers and sisters.”

Draco doesn’t feel his feet move underneath him, but they do.

“Lo and behold what happens to ungrateful fools who turn us away believing that they are saving the world, when in fact they are ruining themselves.”

Everything happens so quickly that Draco barely has any time to react; Voldemort raises his wand, and it seems to almost shine in the light as he points it directly towards [Y/N]—the Dark Lord´s mouth opens, the spell resting on the tip of his tongue, [Y/N] at the opposite end of his wand—

“No!”

It’s as though something inside of Draco has snapped, like he is being jarred awake. He doesn´t think—just darts forward with no real goal in mind other than to put himself in between Voldemort and [Y/N], but then there are hands grabbing at his arms, holding him back—

“Let go of me!” his tone is feral. He jabs his elbow into someone´s stomach, trying desperately to wrestle himself free, but the more Death Eaters he rips off of him, the more take their place. “[Y/N]!” he is breathless. “[Y/N]—”

The Dark Lord is going to kill her. He´s going to bloody kill her.

“Draco,” he hears his mother´s voice but doesn’t see her—he´s too busy thrashing wildly in the arms of whoever has hold of him, yelling out profanities and curses and [Y/N]´s name; “Draco, come. You don´t want to see this.”

“Let fucking go of me!”

But then the Dark Lord´s voice cuts through the havoc—¨Let him stay.¨

“[Y/N]!” Draco shouts, gritting his teeth. There are tears in his eyes; he doesn´t realize they´re there until they´ve fallen and he tastes them on his tongue. “Don´t touch her! Don´t fucking touch her!”

But the Dark Lord is, once again, unfazed. He turns his gaze to Draco but doesn´t lower his wand. “Watch, my child,” he says, voice ringing throughout the room, cold and unforgiving. “And pay close attention. This is what happens to cowards. To fools. To ungrateful scum.”

[Y/N]´s back is turned to Draco, and maybe it is better that way, because when the Dark Lord raises his wand, he doesn´t have to see the light leave her eyes.

Draco feels the entire world slow down. A single thought appears inside the ruined mess that is his mind, almost as if it’s mocking him—[Y/N] has always been better at masking her true thoughts. At hiding things; even from him.

We’ll be okay, [Y/N] had told him.

She had lied.

¨Avada Kedavra!¨

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carewyncromwell · 2 years

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inspired by @alstroemerian-witch’s wonderful artwork and concept // referencing Manon Walsh, owned by @thatravenpuffwitch

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Before Draco left, he paused, turning back to look at Carewyn.

“I won’t forget that,” he said. “What you did.”

He didn’t need to articulate what he meant.

“And I swear – when we’re both done at Hogwarts, we’ll meet again, Cromwell. And when we do, I’ll be the greatest wizard ever – greater than you could ever be.”

Despite the arrogance in his expression, Draco was still grinning from ear to ear in a kind of vicious determination.

Carewyn’s blue eyes grew a little smaller as she smirked in return.

“Good ambition. Just keep in mind – there are many ways to be ‘great.’”

With an offhand scoff, Draco turned on his heel and followed his father, not fully able to bite back the smile still clinging to his lips.

~“Meet the Malfoys” Sidequest, rewritten by @carewyncromwell

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After the Second Wizarding War, no one quite knew what to do with the Malfoys. It was well-known that they were aligned with the Death Eaters, and yet it was also well-known that just about all the remaining Death Eaters who remained loyal to Voldemort after his death wanted nothing to do with them. And so, when they were brought to Azkaban to await their trial, there was a feeling of discomfort -- one that made everyone at the Ministry and prison treat them with kid gloves, and yet prompted just about no one to reach out to support them.

One exception was Harry Potter, who volunteered to speak for Draco and Narcissa Malfoy at their trials. Another, surprisingly enough, was the main prosecutor in the cases against ex-Death Eaters -- up-and-coming magical lawyer Carewyn Cromwell.

Draco had been sitting in his cell, drowning in his own thoughts. There were no more dementors inside the prison, so his only company was the endlessly echoing silence pounding in his ears. He didn’t know where his parents were in the prison, and it troubled him greatly. Still, at least the guards had been decent enough to put several cells between him and Alecto Carrow and Walden Macnair, who were the only other prisoners locked up on that floor. It was bad enough that the two still swapped mindless conspiracies about Voldemort’s death being a “false-flag operation” and hurled blood-related insults at people as they passed by.

One day, however, the gloom of the floor was disrupted by the arrival of an Abraxan Winged Horse, which soared into the room down to the floor before galloping down the hall.

“What the -- ?” Draco could hear Macnair’s voice say a ways away.

The Patronus slowed to a leisurely trot, finally coming to stand in front of Draco’s cell. Draco uneasily got to his feet, staring at it, as its pupil-less silvery eyes bore into him. Then, a moment later, the sound of heels lightly clapping against the floor broke the silence of the floor.

“You!” Draco heard Alecto’s voice snarl from her cell near the top of the hall. “What are you doing here, Cromwell?”

“Not visiting you, Alecto,” said a very soft, cold female voice. “Your trial date isn’t for another two weeks.”

Draco stiffened abruptly. That couldn’t be --

“Filthy, bastard whelp!” Alecto’s voice snarled, but the heels had already started to migrate down the halls away from her. Clearly their owner had no interest arguing with her.

The heels clapped louder and louder as they migrated down the long hall, all the way down to the end where Draco’s cell was. As the heels’ owner approached, the Patronus faded away in a delicate puff of white smoke, leaving her alone to look at Draco through his cell door.

“...Hello, Draco,” the woman said lowly.

Draco felt a painful lump crop up in his throat.

“...Carewyn Cromwell.”

The witch once called “Cursebreaker Cromwell” hadn’t changed that much since her school days. Her hair was much shorter now, cut enough that it only lightly brushed her shoulders, and she was dressed in very crisp black dress robes with a camel-colored leather bag on her hip, but her strong posture and bright red lipstick were just the same.

The Ministry’s chief prosecutor appeared very stoic and grim as she considered Draco -- for a moment, her almond-shaped blue eyes were so piercing and penetrating, he felt like he was facing Dumbledore again, and it forced him to break eye contact immediately.

“You won’t be able to look into my mind,” he said rather harshly.

Carewyn’s eyes became a little smaller. “No, I won’t. Your Occlumency is very impressive.”

There was a silence. Draco kept his gaze pointedly away, feeling nauseous beyond reason.

“...when we’re both done at Hogwarts, we’ll meet again, Cromwell...”

His own words echoing back to him made him feel like he was choking back slugs.

Some great wizard you turned out to be! he thought bitterly. Instead you’re this pathetic coward, locked up like some animal...

Carewyn’s eyes trailed over Draco’s pale face for a moment, considering him even though it was turned away.

“Your parents send their love,” she murmured after a moment.

Draco straightened up abruptly.

“You’ve seen my parents?” he demanded.

He’d had his mouth open, ready to demand where they were, how they were, if they were all right -- but in an instant, he stopped himself. He couldn’t let her see him desperate.

Carewyn, however, seemed to understand immediately, and her eyes softened with compassion.

“Your father is just downstairs of you, and your mother is a few floors up. I spoke to both of them, before coming to meet you.”

“What about?” Draco’s eyes narrowed.

“Your trial,” Carewyn answered. “Yours is first, of the three of you. I figured they ought to know.”

“Awfully charitable instinct,” Draco said suspiciously, “for seemingly no reason.”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows.

“Don’t play innocent -- I know how much you hate my father, Cromwell,” said Draco. “How much you’ve always hated him. Father’s more than said as much, at home. He always knew how mad you were whenever he’d visit the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, however much you tried to hide it.”

Carewyn crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing slightly too.

“I won’t deny it,” she said dryly. “Nor will I deny that I have never liked your father as a person -- it’d be a bit hard to, considering he was on good terms with the man who tried to threaten and blackmail my brother, mother and me into rejoining their toxic, abusive family. Not to mention both he and your mother raised you to think people should be persecuted and killed for their heritage.”

“The Mudbloods were destroying our way of life!” Draco snarled defensively.

“I do believe this War has proven which side was really destroying lives, Draco,” said Carewyn coldly.

Draco’s mouth broke into a humorless smirk. “Oh sure -- that’s why you’re setting about destroying all of our lives now, right, Prosecutor Cromwell? Turnabout’s fair play, isn’t it?”

“Quit playing the victim -- it’s very unbecoming,” Carewyn said in such a pitiless voice, it was like she was trying to channel Snape. “I realize your parents let you get away with doing whatever you wanted at home, but I’m pretty sure your teachers didn’t coddle you so much at school that you don’t know what consequences are. You broke the law, Draco. You joined a terrorist organization that launched a coup against our lawfully elected officials in an effort to persecute Muggle-borns and anyone else they deemed their enemies. You’ve used the Imperius Curse without prompting or coercion. You made two ill-conceived murder attempts that resulted in serious injury for two Hogwarts students. You conspired with members of that aforementioned terrorist group to help them infiltrate Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, which then resulted in wanton destruction, countless injuries, and the death of Albus Dumbledore. As a member of that terrorist group, you were complicit in the deaths of nearly a thousand people, including children. It’s both pointless and stupid to get upset about the Ministry wanting to hold you accountable for that -- particularly when our version of ‘accountable’ is far kinder than what your Death Eater compatriots did to those people they didn’t like.”

Draco looked incredibly surly and uncomfortable. His gray eyes fell down to the ground, unable to meet Carewyn’s, before he actively turned his back on her, retreating into the back of his cell.

“You don’t have to tell me I screwed up,” he said bitterly. “I’m more than aware of that.”

Carewyn regarded Draco for a moment, her expression still rather stoic. Then, after a moment, she spoke a bit more softly.

“...Chester Davies has been assigned your case. He’s a good man -- he’ll make sure the court hears a balanced account of what you’ve gone through.”

Draco didn’t turn around.

“And my parents?”

“The Wizengamot hasn’t assigned them counsel yet. Fortunately your mother won’t be tried until August, and your father September. I’ve put in a good word for my coworker Manon Walsh, to represent them -- she’s an excellent attorney.”

Draco looked over his shoulder, his gaze almost wary. “...Why?”

Carewyn raised her eyebrows again.

“You’re the prosecutor,” said Draco, as though it were obvious. “And you hate my parents. Why would you do anything to help them?”

“Because it’s the right thing to do,” Carewyn said simply. When Draco raised his eyebrow distrustfully, she added, “Your parents have sabotaged themselves enough already, Draco -- they certainly don’t need my help. And although you seem to think that I’m ‘set on destroying your lives’...” her voice was incredibly cool, “...all I want is proper justice for those people who were hurt by the Death Eaters’ reign of terror. And from what I understand, your family wasn’t completely shielded from that either.”

Draco considered Carewyn for a very, very long moment. He seemed almost lost for words, however much he was clearly searching for them.

Feeling some pity, Carewyn brought a hand up to rest on the bars.

“I heard about what you did, at Malfoy Manor,” she said softly. “How you resisted identifying Harry Potter, to your parents and Bellatrix. That couldn’t have been easy to do.”

Draco looked away mulishly. “Don’t coddle me. You don’t need to praise my cowardice, just because it helped Potter out...”

“I don’t think it was cowardly,” Carewyn said gently. “I’ve heard second-hand about how much you and Potter always hated each other...and from the moment we first met, it’s been beyond clear how much you love your father.”

Her eyes softened.

“...I had someone at school...who I hated, the same way Potter and you hated each other. She was my dormmate -- yet we were constantly at each other’s throats, from the very beginning of first year. I hated her because she was a bully. She hated me because I would beat her at everything.”

Something flickered in Draco’s expression.

“Eventually, though, we ended up mending fences, and we learned we could actually work together for the greater good,” said Carewyn. “But that doesn’t mean it still wouldn’t be really, really hard for me to side with her over my own family. If my brother had put me in the position to identify Merula the way you had to for Potter...even if I wouldn’t have been able to, just like you weren’t...I know it would’ve still broken my heart, to lie to Jacob.”

Her red lips curled up in the very smallest of smiles.

“I think what you did was really quite brave.”

Draco stared at Carewyn over his shoulder for a long moment. Then, turning slowly back around, he hesitantly approached the bars, his eyes locked on hers.

“...You’re not blocking me from your mind very well,” he said uneasily.

Carewyn smiled a bit more wryly. “I’ve never been as skilled at Occlumency. What do you see?”

“Merula Snyde, taunting you about your brother being dead. This guy with long, curly hair and red robes hugging you in a room full of empty paintings. And...” his mouth actually turned up in a very small smile, “...you teaching me how to use Averte Sactum.”

Carewyn smiled, and soon Draco was too.

“I used that in my first duel, you know,” he said almost proudly.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Lockhart arranged this Dueling Club meeting for us second years, and I knocked Potter right off his feet.”

Carewyn covered her face with her hand. “I still can’t believe you all got Gilderoy Lockhart teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts...”

“He was a complete idiot,” said Draco with a rather big grin.

“He always was.”

Carewyn hesitated, before reaching into her bag and fetching out a big, brightly colored box of tiny Peppermint Toads. Judging by its broken seal, it looked like it had already been opened by security.

“I brought you these from Honeydukes,” Carewyn explained. “They just reopened. Azkaban has never been particularly good at keeping its prisoners well-fed, so I thought something sweet might take the edge off. I got chocolate thinking of the dementors, but well...”

She gestured to the empty, dementor-less hallway.

“...I haven’t been here, since they left.”

Draco accepted the box through the bars. “Thanks.”

Carewyn smiled slightly as she closed her purse again with a soft snap.

“Chester should be checking in on you tomorrow,” she said. “I’d recommend being fully honest with him -- outlining a proper defense is a lot easier when the attorney has a full picture of what happened, especially when time is limited. Then he’ll do his part to make sure the copy of the picture he creates for the court is sympathetic.”

Draco nodded. “Understood.”

Carewyn nodded in return before turning to leave.

“Cromwell.”

She looked over her shoulder at him.

“I won’t forget this,” he said seriously. “What you’re doing. And I swear...if I get out of here, this won’t be the last you’ll hear of me. I will be great -- in my own way. You’ll see.”

Carewyn’s eyes softened.

“I’m more than sure of that, Draco Malfoy.”

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Bellecto (Alecto/Bellatrix) + Ventrix (Venus/Bellatrix) + Cissatrix, "You whore, you slut, you professional leg-spreader!"

“Why?” Alecto Carrow’s voice raised from her left. Bellatrix only looked at her, not at all looking sorry like she was expected to. Tears were rolling down the other witch’s face, disappearing at the hem of her white shirt’s collar. Being confronted with the reality destroyed her. Bellatrix wasn’t only hers.

Bellatrix’ head soon turned on the right where Venus Zabini stood. “Well, it’s not like I expected our relationship to be exclusive but still. Three girls at a time, Bellatrix?” The brunette pertinently knew that the woman was only smiling to gain composure. She even smoothed the noble material of her long milling dress.

Bellatrix didn’t bother answer because someone else was in the room. And it was her reaction she truly feared most. When she gathered some courage and looked up to the woman facing her though, no question was asked. Simply a condescending look of disgust only Narcissa knew how to pull off. “You whore, you slut, you professional leg-spreader!” Each word was carefully stressed. Her sister was furious, probably feeling hurt and betrayed.

How they were all here and aware of the fact that she was shagging all of them, it escaped Bellatrix. She suddenly felt trapped between these women she all enjoyed in some way or another. If she’d been wise she’d be scared right now. The three women she had set her mark on were dangerous women.

Alecto Carrow had been her first stable sexual relationship. They had shared a dormitory way back at Hogwarts, and a bed most nights. The girl had been like a second home to her during these difficult school years. They never stopped seeing each other after they were both recruited as death eaters. It was out of habit for Bellatrix. And somewhere, out of gratitude for the girl’s love and loyalty too.

On the contrary, Venus and her were recent history. The woman was Voldemort’s favourite poison and exotic ingredients provider. He always sent Bellatrix to retrieve what he had ordered. Bellatrix was a creature of instinct and desire. And who wouldn’t desire the dark-skinned woman? Especially when said witch was actually trying to get this sort of attention from you.

Narcissa. Narcissa was everything. Bellatrix remembered falling in love with her the day she was born. Her strangely silver blonde hair. Her matching white skin. She grew into her most treasured confidant and friend. The very reason she was still alive and somewhat sane. Yet she became the most beautiful and graceful witch and that was exactly what drove Bellatrix crazy in the end.

Their relationship had always been special and out of the ordinary. They both saw the other as more than sisters. And Narcissa had been quite insistent in showing her improper affection. They had kissed. They had fucked and more than once. But for Narcissa’s well-being and future they had agreed on keeping some distance. And try to behave like normal sisters. Physically at least because emotionally they very much were lovers. It was only natural that Narcissa expected some sort of faithfulness from her. Yet here she was faced with proof in the presence of two women that she hadn’t been.

Bellatrix disgusted herself for the pain she brought to Narcissa’s ordinarily flawless features.

“Maybe you thought we wouldn’t know of your other lovers?” Venus tried again. She wasn’t mad. Hell, she was probably shagging more than one person at a time too. She looked disappointed in herself rather, for not being that special to her. “Narcissa and I throw the best parties in all Britain. It was expected that we’d meet one day.” She raised her eyebrows and turned her head slightly, expecting an answer. But not the one Bellatrix was going to give her.

“I’m not an imbecile. I only have one lover.” While this left Venus more confused, Alecto broke into tears. Something Bellatrix hadn’t witnessed in years.

Like she knew that the lover in question wasn’t her, Alecto left the room running, just after throwing a knife at the brunette’s feet. It was the one Bellatrix had gifted her after her initiation ceremony.

“I didn’t know the girl was such a softie. Isn’t she also part of your little group of-” Venus began but was cut off when Bellatrix grabbed her by the arm. She had taken the knife at her feet and was now pointing it to Zabini’s cleavage.

“You talk too much. Why don’t you see that Alecto’s not killing herself or something?” Venus tried to laugh. After she saw how serious Bellatrix was with the knife-cutting though, she fled out of the room.

The sisters were still facing each other. After a moment of silence, Bellatrix took the blade in her other hand and brought the handle to Narcissa, her way of apologising.

“Is this your way of punishing me for stopping what was happening between us?” Narcissa spoke softly while she took the knife.

“You know it’s not. I agreed to that as well. Alecto and I are an exception. The girl’s always been here for me. She’s not exactly repulsive either. I appreciate her as a friend. I don’t love her.” Narcissa nodded. “Venus has helped me release the tension I won’t lie. But it was not to punish you. It was about me, not you.” Narcissa nodded again.

She said nothing but point the knife to her sister’s throat. Bellatrix tilted her head to give her full access. Narcissa delicately tucked a lock of hair that was bothering her behind her ear. She pressed the blade against Bellatrix’ skin until it opened and drops of blood escaped the new wound. Narcissa brought her mouth to her neck and licked it clean.

After moaning her satisfaction she spoke lowly. “Don’t forget I am your blood. No one will love you better than I do. Never.” This time it was Bellatrix who nodded her understanding. The blonde captured her sister’s lips on her. “I miss you so much, Bella.” She brought her lips to her ear and whispered. “Especially now that my thoughts are poisoned with what you might be doing to these women. It enrages me. It makes me jealous beyond reason to know that they have you and I denied myself your touch.” Bellatrix shivered. If she didn’t respect Narcissa the way she unconditionally did, she would have taken the women then and there, against the brick wall. Perhaps that was Narcissa’s punishment right there. “Sometimes I think to myself that rules are made to be broken.”

She stepped back to look into Bellatrix’ eyes, gauging her. Seeing that the brunette would not speak or act even though her eyes were dark with desire, she smiled. She kissed her cheek but a slap followed immediately after. Finally, she exited the room, her head high.

Alecto would most likely stop speaking to her. Venus would probably spread ill rumours about her. But Narcissa’s payback would be the worst to handle. She certainly would torture her and Bellatrix hoped her dangerous little game would eventually backfire.

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olivieblake · 7 years

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The Letters of Lord Voldemort | The Dark Lord attempts to wrangle the inimitable twat brigade (also known as the Death Eaters) via letter, by magnificent goons @drsallysparrow and @olivieblake.

My goodness Lucius you do go on at length, don’t you? I’m quite bored already and if Lord Voldemort the CONQUEROR OF DEATH can fail to be entertained by his own majesty, then humanity has lost all hope. Just - I don’t know, send Severus for the Divination job. He’s got eccentric hair, right? And, you know. A requisite oddness? He’ll fit right in at that wretched school. IT MEANS EVERYTHING TO ME but it is wretched ENTIRELY WRETCHED and someday I shall burn it to the ground.

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sleepingdragon-rp · 4 years

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DRAGON POX HAS COME TO HOGWARTS ---

As of 10 am of the afternoon of Thursday, 2 April, Hogwarts has officially reported its first case of Dragon Pox in one hundred years. While the patient has been escorted to St. Mungo’s and treated with only the finest of care, the castle cannot ignore the threat of such a contagious disease. Hogwarts castle will be cleaned from tower to dungeon, from ceiling to floor, to eradicate any contagious germs that may have been left behind by the affected patient.

Unfortunately for students, that means that, in the meantime, they will be quarantined immediately. Everyone will be escorted by the staff into the nearest location in the castle that has seen no contact with the Dragon Pox patient in the past week. For the next 30 hours, students will have their food delivered to their quarantine site by the usual means, as well as accommodations for sleep when the time arrives.

If you believe yourself or one of your peers to be exhibiting any symptoms of Dragon Pox, contact a professor via the emergency only owl located in your quarantine location.

OOC Information ---

IC the quarantine lasts from approximately 10 am on Thursday, 2 April, to 4 pm on Friday, 3 April. OOC, you may make starters for this plot drop from now through Monday, 6 April, 11:59 pm PST.

If your character is missing, it is either because they are part-time, assumed to be off campus, or were simply overlooked. So if you would like one of those rules to be included, just shoot me a message, and we’ll find them a spot. Alternatively, if there is absolutely no way in freshly frozen purgatory that your character would be where they were placed, shoot me a message, and we’ll find a way to fix it.

Groups below the cut!

Group One: Hogwarts Library

The Restricted Section is, well, restricted still. Students have free reign of the library, but will be asked to sleep in the Muggle Studies section only.

Quarantined Students:

Alecto Carrow @c-alecto

Amycus Carrow @theworstcarrow

Asher Avery @asheravery

Daphne Davenport @daphnedavenport

Josslyn Janks @jankyjosslyn

Mary Macdonald @marymacdonaldhadafarm

Rodolphus Lestrange @doctorlestranges

Than Chadwick @thanthemans

Tiberius McLaggen @tiberiusmclaggen

Group Two: Kitchens

As the kitchens are responsible for feeding the rest of the castle during this delicate window of time, quarantined students have been given the back third of the kitchen to work with. Of course, they can still ask a House Elf for assistance should they be lacking in basic necessities.

Quarantined Students:

Andromeda Black @andromedaatnight

Bellatrix Lestrange @bellathicclestrange

Gilbert Selwyn @gilbert-selwyn

Iris Selwyn @irisselwyn

Jana McLaggen @janamclaggen

Marlene McKinnon @marlenethemenace

Regan Higgs-Weasley @reganweasley

Ted Tonks @tonkstedtalk

Group Three: Rouge Staircase

This particular staircase shut down as students were on their way elsewhere, leaving them stranded without the aid of other staircases around them. The staircase will move from time to time, although unhelpfully.

Quarantined Students:

Alice Shafiq @shafiqalice

Amathera Zabini @amatherazabini

Bastian Bott @bastianbott

Jennifer Burke @jenniferburke

Lily Evans @weewxtch

Mason Boot @masonboot

Molly Macmillan @mollymacmillan

Nola Fawley @nolafawley

Group Four: Hagrid’s Hut

This was deemed the safest location for students spread across the grounds at the time of quarantine. Tragically, Hagrid was inside the castle at the time of quarantine, leaving his hut locked (with an infantile Fang howling inside).

Quarantined Students:

Agatha Timms @aggietimms

Dorcas Meadowes @dorcasisntdeadyet

D.W. Widdow @deedoubleiddow

Fabian Prewett @fabiansacharmer

Gawain Robards @goldenrobards

Natalya Greengrass @natalyagreengrass

Percy Robards @percivalrobards

Vivian Travers @viviantraversing

Group Five: Arithmancy Corridor

While students were initially meant to have full access to the corridor at large, the remembrance that the affected patient had been there for a studying section earlier in the week caused them all to be shuffled into Professor Dearborn’s office.

Quarantined Students:

Caradoc Dearborn @dickdowndearborn

Cecily Beckett @cecilybeckett

Eyen Sosa @eyenscloset

Gideon Prewett @gideonprewonder

Pandora Lanchance @rohmantiq

Penny Tyler @pentyler

Rosalind Nott @rosalindnott

Sturgis Podmore @sturgispodmore

Wendy Lestrange @wendythestrange

Group Six: Owlery

Don’t worry, the birds don’t bite. At least not when they’re well fed. By people who are currently in quarantine elsewhere in the castle. Oh, dear...

Quarantined Students:

Amelia Bones @liabones

Bertha Jorkins @berthajorkinss

Bertie Higgs @bertiehiggz

Emma Vanity @youresovanity

Emmeline Vance @emmelionvance

Remus Lupin @x-remus

Sirius Black @messrsblacks

Tolkien Wilde @tolkienwildeboy

Group Seven: Hospital Wing

It was considered that these students might be better off moving to another location for quarantine, but as they’d already been exposed before the doors to the Hospital Wing were locked---well, it would just be irresponsible to let them leave, wouldn’t it?

Quarantined Students:

Cyrus Greengrass @greengrassisgreener

Davey Gudgeon @daveygudgeon

Edgar Bones @edgarboned

Frances Bletchley @francesbletchley

James Potter @jamespooper

Narcissa Black @narcissablack-x

Peter Pettigrew @pterpettigrew

Zoe Bell @rocketshipbell

Group Eight: Potions Corridor

Students in the potions corridor have access to that and only that: the corridor. All classrooms, offices, and storage closets have been locked.

Quaratined Students:

Adrian Vallancourt @adrianvallancourt

Barty Crouch Jr. @bartycrouchjunior

Benjy Fenwick @notbenjyfenwick

Bilius Weasley @biliusbby

Briar Pritchard @briarpritch

Hattie Hathaway @skyehathaway

Hestia Jones @hestiajonesx

Hollie Hopkirk @holliehopkirk

Lucius Malfoy @ccnqueror

Group Nine: Muggle Studies Corridor

More specifically, Professor Egg’s office and adjoining live-in suite.

Quarantined Stuents:

Aiden McLaggen @aidenmclaggen

Danny Geist @dannygeist

Dawn Withey @dawnwitheyy

Frank Longbottom @franklongbooty

Marceaux Travers @xtravers

Nicholas Mulciber @mulcibers

Prija Avery @prijaavery

Zelda Nettles @zeldanettles

#sleepingdevent #ty melissa & haley & nicole for the help

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Debajo del corte dejamos la lista de compañeres para el Campamento de Defensa. Cualquier problema o error que encuentren, no duden en acercarse a comentarlo, ¡gracias!

HABITACIÓN I.

Abbott, Alyssa (23 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Akiyama, Arisa (29 años).

Akiyama, Kenta (25 años).

Akiyama Yura (22 años).

Aubrey, Archie (27 años).

Aubrey, Bertram (24 años).

Aubrey, Louis (30 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Avery, Barton II (27 años).

HABITACIÓN II.

Avery, Olivia (24 años).

Avery, sin nombre (hermano de Isolde Higgs, 27 años).

Avery, sin nombre (hermano de Isolde Higgs, 30 años).

Bagman, Leonore (23 años).

Bagman, Ludovic (24 años).

Bagman, Otto (25 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Black, Sirius (25 años).

Boardman, Stubby (24 años).

Bones, Amelia (24 años).

HABITACIÓN III.

Bones, Grace (27 años).

Bones, Michael (24 años).

Braithwaite, Betty (24 años).

Brown, Darcy (24 años).

Brown, Edric (24 años).

Bullstrode, sin nombre (hermano de Cora Bones, 27 años).

Bungs, Rosalind (24 años).

Burbage, Charity (24 años).

Campbell, Lennox (24 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

HABITACIÓN IV.

Carrow, Alecto (26 años).

Carow, Verena (24 años).

Catchlove, Greta (24 años).

Cattermole, Reginald (23 años).

Chittock, Glenda (23 años).

Clearwatter, Cassia (25 años).

Corner, Caleb (24 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Creswell, Dirk (24 años).

HABITACIÓN V.

Crook, Glinda (23 años).

Crouch Jr., Bartemius (24 años).

Crouch, Zephyr (23 años).

d’Eath, Lorcan (24 años).

Davies, Grace (24 años).

Davies, Ivan (24 años).

Davies, Jacob (24 años).

Davies, Zabrina (24 años).

Dawlish, John (28 años).

Dawlish, Nirvana (28 años).

HABITACIÓN VI.

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Delacour, Brigitte (23 años).

Denbright, Jason (25 años).

Diggory, Amos (24 años).

Diggory, Jane (24 años).

Dolohov, Elaine (22 años).

Dolohov, Lavinia (24 años).

Dolohov, Sabine (27 años).

Dolohov, sin nombre (hermana de Zachary Parkinson, 27 años).

Dowson, Ellie (24 años).

HABITACIÓN VII.

Elliot, Joanna (26 años).

Elliot, Natalie (28 años).

Elliot, Phoebe (24 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Fawley, Victoria (23 años).

Fenwick, Benjy (24 años).

Figg, Agatha (24 años).

Finnigan, Angela (24 años).

Fletcher, Mundungus (27 años).

Flint, Dorothy (23 años).

HABITACIÓN VIII.

Flint, Robert (24 años).

Goldstein, Penelope (23 años).

Gudgeon, Davey (24 años).

Gudgeon, Galvin (28 años).

Gudgeon, Gladys (23 años).

Greengrass, Vincent (24 años).

Higgs, Bertie (24 años).

Higgs, Isolde (24 años).

Higgs, Daniel (24 años).

Hookum, Daisy (25 años).

HABITACIÓN IX.

Hopkirk, Ivette (25 años).

Hopkirk, Mafalda (24 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Hunt, Dianna (28 años).

Jones, Gwenog (23 años).

Jones, Hestia (23 años).

Jordan, Caleb (26 años).

Jorkins, Bertha (29 años).

Karoonda-Wood, Lucy (24 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

HABITACIÓN X.

Lestrange, Bellatrix (25 años).

Lestrange, Rabastan (24 años).

Lestrange, Rodolphus (25 años).

Li, Aether (23 años).

Lima, Mina (23 años).

Lockhart, Gilderoy (23 años).

Longbottom, Alice (24 años).

Longbottom, Frank (24 años).

Louise, Fatima (24 años).

Lovegood, Pandora (24 años).

HABITACIÓN XI.

Lovegood, Xenophilius (24 años).

Lupin, Remus (24 años).

MacDonald, Mary (24 años).

MacMillan, Minerva (23 años).

MacMillan, Nicholas (24 años).

MacMillan, sin nombre (hermano de Minerva, 26 años).

MacNair, Walden (24 años).

Malfoy, Lucius (25 años).

Malfoy, Narcissa (23 años).

McLaggen, Adam (23 años).

HABITACIÓN XII.

McLaggen, Tiberius (25 años).

McLaggen, sin nombre (hermano de Tiberius, 27 años).

McLaggen, sin nombre (hermano de Tiberius, 29 años).

Meadowes, Dorcas (25 años).

Montague, Alastair (24 años).

Mulciber, Charlotte (23 años).

Nettles, Margaret (23 años).

Nettles, Zoe (24 años).

Nott, Jonathan (23 años).

Ollivander, Katherine (25 años).

HABITACIÓN XIII.

Ollivander, Leonard (27 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Parkinson, Eleanor (23 años).

Parkinson, Zachary (24 años).

Parkinson, Zander (25 años).

Parkinson, sin nombre (hermano de Zachary, 26 años).

Podmore, Sturgis (24 años).

Pettigrew, Peter (24 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

HABITACIÓN XIV.

Potter, James (24 años).

Potter, Lily (24 años).

Prewett, Andrea (23 años).

Prewett, Coleen (26 años).

Prewett, Fabian (24 años).

Prewett, Frida (29 años).

Prewett, Gideon (24 años).

Purkiss, Doris (23 años).

Rookwood, Augustus (24 años).

Rowle, Aurora (23 años).

HABITACIÓN XV.

Rowle, Thorfinn (25 años).

Runcorn, Albert (24 años).

Selwyn, Alec (23 años).

Selwyn, Natasha (24 años).

Shingleton, Gaspard (24 años).

Sinistra, Aurora (27 años).

Skeeter, Rita (28 años).

Slinkhard, Wendy (23 años).

Smith, Mary (23 años).

Snape, Severus (24 años).

HABITACIÓN XVI.

Snow, Finnick (24 años).

Stebbins, Arabella (24 años).

Stebbins, Jeremy (23 años).

Strout, Miriam (24 años).

Talkalot, Lucinda (24 años).

Tonks, Andromeda (24 años).

Tonks, Edward (25 años).

Travers, André (23 años).

Travers, Baptiste (24 años).

Travers, Scarlett (24 años).

HABITACIÓN XVII.

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Trelawney, Sybill (23 años).

Umbridge, Dolores (23 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Vance, Emmeline (24 años).

Vanity, Emma (25 años).

Vector, Septima (24 años).

Vouttier, Megara (23 años).

Wilkes, Everett (24 años).

Wilkes, Ophelia (23 años).

HABITACIÓN XVIII.

Wilson, Emilia (24 años).

Withey, Dawn (25 años).

Wood, Daniel (25 años).

Wood, Mason (28 años).

Desconocide (20 a 30 años).

Yaxley, Corban (24 años).

Yu, Wen (23 años).

Zabini, Alaric (27 años).

Zabini, Catrina (28 años).

#evento

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