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not-the-teen-witch · 4 years

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Daddy Issues Lucius Malfoy x Daughter! Reader

Tiktok has done its magic and my obsession with Lucius Malfoy has sparked. Or it might just be my daddy issues acting up again, who know lol. Anyways, reader is Draco’s twin, a Gryffindor, and is basically the Sirius Black of the Malfoy family. She/her pronouns used. No warnings. Though you should know this is my first fanfic after going MIA on Wattpad and Quotev for a few years whoopsies.

Takes place over the course of first year. Listen to “Daddy Issues” by the Neighbourhood while reading to set the mood.

I might make this into a multiple part story. But not follow the scenes strictly, just random drabbles here and there?? Idk, hopefully this won’t flop lol.

Daddy Issues

You ask me what I'm thinking about I'll tell you that I'm thinking about Whatever you're thinking about Tell me something that I'll forget And you might have to tell me again It's crazy what you'll do for a friend

“Now, Y/N. Just like your brother did it. Just run straight through that brick wall, and you’ve made.” Your mother, Narcissa, says gently patting you on the back to motivate you.

You bit your lips to hide your nerves. Straight through it, huh? Oh, merlin. What if it decides I’m not good enough for it. I’ll surely make a fool out of myself.

You grip tightly around your trolley, “Are you sur-”

“We don’t have all day now, darling. The train leaves at eleven, sharp. Enough twisting with your thumbs and get a move on.” Your father cuts you off.

You grimace. Your relationship with your father, the oh so great Lucius Malfoy, wasn’t the best, at least at the moment. Don’t get it wrong, you’re his precious baby girl, the absolute apple of his eye, but you have a few, in his words, tweaks in your personality that his purist mindset just did not share.

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues And I do too

It began when you received your Hogwarts letter on your 11th birthday earlier that summer.

“Dad! I got my letter!” You say, racing down the steps of the Malfoy Manner to see your father.

He replies from his study room with a, “Don’t run, you’ll fall, Y/N.”

You roll your eyes, always so overprotective. When you reach him you wave the letter in front of him, “Look! I finally got it!”

He stops reading his book and looks up, all while shifting from his area on the velvet green armchair to make room for you. You immediately take a seat in the small space.

“Let’s see what we have here now, shall?” You nod your head at him as he opens the letter. “Ah yes, Hogwarts. Truly shocking how they want someone with the likes of you on their grounds.”

He has a twinkly in his eye when he says this. You know he’s joking though, that’s just the interactions between you two.

You grab his face with your hands to get his attention, “Are you going to miss me?”

“Miss you? My own and only daughter who wakes up every morning with a mission to have my hair turn grey early. Miss you, you say?”

“Dad,” you groan.

He hides a smirk, “Happy birthday, my dear. You’ll make a wonderful Slytherin and teach those mudbloods who’s in charge.”

About that..... “Dad, no.”

“Pardon?”

“Stop that, don’t call them mudbloods. And what makes you so sure I’ll be put in Slytherin?”

“Ha,” he lets out a bark of laughter. “There’s never been a Malfoy that fit in any other house. That’s absurd.”

I tried to write your name in the rain But the rain never came So I made with the sun The shame always comes at the worst time

You look down.

“Y/N.” You look back at your father.

His grey eyes that mirror yours perfectly, look at you coldly “Don’t bring shame to the Malfoy family. Remember that.”

“Make me proud.” Your father says, right before you enter the train.

He flashes you one of his rare, genuine smiles and kisses you on the forehead.

You heard him, Y/N. Make father proud.

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you

You find the first empty compartment you see on the train. Your brother already went off with some of the other pureblood children. And you’re not exactly fond of them.

There’s a boy with glasses and another with red hair when you enter.

“Ehm, hi...” You awkwardly say.

The boy with glasses smiles at you. “Hi there.”

“Would it be alright if I sat here?”

“Sure, take a seat.”

I know that you got daddy issues And if you were my little girl I'd do whatever I could do I'd run away and hide with you I love that you got daddy issues

You learn the two boys you sat with were Harry Potter and a Weasley named Ron. They were charming, although you were sure your father would disagree. Luckily you didn’t tell them your last name. Who knows what outburst that’d cause from the redhead.

You stand next to them as students get called up to get sorted.

Your stomach feels like it’s being shaken by mountain trolls and you try to control your breathing.

“GRYFFINDOR”

“RAVENCLAW”

“HUFFLEPUFF”

The sorting hat continues to call out the names of the houses as the students go up, one by one.

Your twin gets called.

Just as Draco takes a seat, the hat doesn’t even touch his head when it yells-

“SLYTHERIN”

Draco has a look of pride on his face. Typical.

“As expected,” mutters Ron to you and Harry.

“Y/N Malfoy”

Oh dear. Your turn.

“ -wait you’re his twin?” Harry look sat you confused.

You see your twin brother flash you a thumbs up.

You ignore them both and step forward.

“Another Malfoy I see. But you’re more interesting than the rest. Unexpected. Ambitious? Yes, very much so but there’s also bravery. Lots of it too.” The sorting hat says.

No! You’re yelling in your head. Bravery? That’s Gryffindor. Please no. Father would disown me.

“Slytherin then? No, no no. Tell daddy he’s in for a surprise because Slytherin not fit for you. You fit in-”

“GRYFFINDOR!” The hat exclaims.

The whole hall murmurs. “A Malfoy? Not in Slytherin?” “Gryffindor? Merlin, someone alert the Daily Prophet.”

You get nudged towards the Gryffindor table, slowly you make your way.

You hear a voice, “Well Fred, you know what this means.”

“I sure do, George.”

“WE GOT A MALFOY! WE GOT A MALFOY!” They chant and slowly the rest of the table begins to cheer loudly. The Slytherin’s table watches in awe.

Your brother refuses to make eye contact with you. Your stomach drop at that.

I keep on tryin' to let you go I'm dyin' to let you know How I'm getting on I didn't cry when you left at first But now that you're dead, it hurts This time, I gotta know Where did my daddy go?

“First years! Follow me!”

You begin to line up with the other first years. You stand near Ron and Harry. Ron gives you a suspicious look.

“I’m sorry.” You blurt out. “I should have told you I’m a Malfoy.”

“You really shou-” Ron begins to say.

“No, it’s alright.” Says Harry. “You had your reasonings. Besides the point” he give Ron a sharp look, “You’re in Gryffindor now, that’s all that matters.”

“All that matters?” Uh oh, it’s your brother. “Wait until father hears about this. He’ll be mortified. You can kiss your spot on the family tree goodbye Y/N.” He looks disgusted at you.

“Leave her alone!” A first year girl with puffy hair and large teeth says.

“And what are you going to do about it, mudblood.”

That sits off a rage off anger in you.

“Oh shut it you prick!” Your brother looks at you, shocked. “I’ve had enough with your bigotry. Go ahead, tell father. We all know how much you want to be his favorite child, you kiss up!” You let out a angry sigh at that.

“Well then, keep an eye out for a letter tomorrow morning by him. How does a Howler sound?”

The girl with the puffy hair grabs your arm. “Come on”

“You know, I think you and I will get along just great.”

I'm not entirely here Half of me has disappeared

It had been a few days since the sorting ceremony. Classes were already in full swing.

You became very close friends with Hermione Granger, the girl who helped you out when your brother was acting like a complete, wild ferret. However, you and her got along quite well. You two had similar interests and were very dedicated in your classes. Granted you knew a bit more than her since you were taught were carefully by your father.

Speaking of father, you haven’t heard from him yet. But there’s no doubt in your mind that Draco hasn’t sent a letter yet.

You shake out of your thought and make your way to the great hall. You spot the Weasleys and Harry and make a bee-line to them.

“Hey there, mate!” One of the twins nod in your direction.

“No mail yet?” You immediately ask the lot.

“Blimey, at least eat something first before you start interrogating us.” Ron mumbles, his cheeks filled with food.

Harry shakes his head, “Not yet, expecting a letter?”

“You could say that.” You groan.

You grab a piece of toast and spread butter over it when you hear the sounds of the owls flying into the great hall. You quickly scan them over, keeping your eyes peeled for any Malfoy family owls.

You look over to your twin, an owl drops a package of goodies. Must be from mother, you think bitterly in your head. You didn’t get a package.

The thought makes your stomach drop. They must know then.

“Huh, would you look at that. It’s a howler!” Percy Weasley points out.

The twins glace at you.

“Y/N....” One of the twins begin to say.

The howler drops right in front of you. Oh grandfather Abraxas, please help me.

In fancy calligraphy that you recognize very well, the name Lucius Malfoy is written.

“So... are you going to open that?” George asks with an eyebrow raised.

“The longer you wait, the louder it’ll be. But hey this is Lucius Malfoy so you don’t really have much luck any way.” Fred jokes, trying to lighten the mood.

You hands shake as you hold it, “Should- should i open it?”

“It’s going to burst any second, no need for that.” Harry look bewildered.

“Oh to hell with it.“ You open the letter.

“Y/N NARCISSA MALFOY!” Your father’s voice booms, the great hall quiets down to listen in. “A GRYFFINDOR?? NEVER IN THE MALFOY FAMILY NAME HAS THIS HAPPENED BEFORE. A BLOOD TRAITOR IS WHAT YOU ARE. IT DISGUSTS ME TO CALL YOU A CHILD OF MINE.”

Your face turns an unnatural shade of red but the howler continues in a calmer voice. “My own child, my little girl. Tarnishing the family name like this. Absurd. Don’t even think about coming home this winter. And enjoying the company of Mudbloods and other blood traitors? Tsk, a shame. Such a great shame. Don’t bother sending any letters, they will immediately be discarded of.”

The letter explodes and the only evidence that it even happened it the looks of pity you getting from the three other houses. The Slytherin table is bursting with laughter.

“Ignore them Y/N. Not worth your time. The Slytherin gits and your father. If you could even call a man like that a dad.” Ron shakes his head.

You catch your brother’s eyes, he has a soft, sad look but quickly switches when he catches you looking.

“Did you bloody hear that? I could never be such an embarrassment to the wizarding name.” Your brother boasts.

Your friends try to divert your attention but all you can think of is your dad.

No. Don’t be sad Y/N, you say to yourself. You’re meant to be a Gryffindor, and you’ll prove daddy wrong. Right? You’re a Malfoy after all.

Go ahead and cry, little girl Nobody does it like you do I know how much it matters to you I know that you got daddy issues

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writingformymentalhealth · 3 years

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So I had this thought in my head about some arranged Marriage thingy with the Black brothers and I started writing it so if you like both brothers please read, and I would love some feedback

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Josephine Fawley or as her brother liked to call her the tomboy Princess had a striking romance with Hogwarts very own Pureblood rebel Sirius Black.

Sadly her parents deemed his Brother the so called Slytherin Prince as a better fit and arranged a marriage with the younger Black

Masterlist

Tw: arranged Marriage, abuse, bad parents

Josephine Fawley knew she was in trouble as soon as she slid out of the elegant leather saddle of her beautiful white horse, seeing her fuming brother next to the house’s own stable.

“Where the hell were you?” Her twin brother asked, his green eyes that were so identical to hers glaring at her accusingly.

“Quentin -“

“No, Joey, Mum is throwing a tantrum. The ball starts in two hours.”

“Better get going then”, she said, throwing her brother a cheeky smile.

He rolled his eyes. “I’ll take Stormy.” He grumbled, taking the reins out of her hand and letting her rush into the house.

“Where were you? You will never look presentable in time.” Cordelia Fawley - charming as always, greeted her daughter.

“Sorry Mother, I didn’t know you wanted me to get ready so early.” She gave her mother her best innocent puppy eyes, and Cordelia’s facial features softened immediately. “Just hurry.”

She saluted playfully before sprinting up the spiral staircase into her room, hearing her Mother mumble something about running, being unladylike under her breath.

Josephine quickly showered and washed her hair, drying and styling it with magic - the benefits of being a witch.

She threw on less makeup than her Mother would want, slipping into her dress with ease and smiled at her reflection. The red satin material hugged her figure perfectly and she hoped giddily that her boyfriend wouldn’t be able to take his eyes off her. Even though Sirius and she both visited Hogwarts and practically lived together all year round, she missed him dearly after a week of not seeing him.

Her brother always said it was because they were friends before they were lovers, attached to the hip since the age of 9 meeting at their first pureblood ball, the parents being delighted about the two children of high-ranking families forming a connection.

Things had changed since then, Joey’s parents who always secretly preferred the younger Black Brother - Regulus being proven right in their fears as Sirius was sorted into Gryffindor, bringing shame upon his family.

A year later Josephine was also sorted into Gryffindor and word on the street said Sirius Black corrupted the younger girl as in the same year her brother was sorted into Ravenclaw and Regulus Black, to the relief of his family, was sorted into Slytherin.

But much to her parents’ dismay, Josephine never really bonded with Regulus, despite them sharing lots of classes. She always found herself spending all her free time with Sirius and after they became official, the couple never really told their parents out of fear of the consequences.

Joey knew her parents would be rather disappointed, and although no child wanted to disappoint their parents, she wasn’t really scared of that but it was a well-known fact that Walburga Black believed in physical punishment and she didn’t want to put Sirius through that.

The voice of her mother echoing up the staircase interrupted her thoughts and with one last glance in the mirror Joey went down the stairs of the antique building, resisting the urge to jump them down as usual, trying to look elegant to please her mother.

“Josephine, you look ravishing.” Her Mother said, proudly stretching out her hand so they could Apparate while her father stoic as always already grabbed her brother’s hand.

With a loud plop, they landed in front of the Black Mansion, in which the ball would be located.

Inside, classical piano music was playing in the background, overshadowed by snotty laughter and evil talks.

“Josephine!” The airy voice of Narcissa Black - Sirius’ cousin echoed through the room.

“Cissy!” She embraced the unfairly pretty girl in a hug, Narcissa and her had known each other since the age of four as they both took Ballet classes till Joey decided she’d rather spend her time learning horseback riding like her brother, holding her breath till her parents obliqued not wanting their only daughter to turn blue.

Her brother nodded to the girl, his demeanor being unreadable for most, but Joey saw the tips of his ears turning a dark shade of crimson.

“Nice to see you, Quentin. I gotta go back to Lucius though.”

“Are your parents still holding on to the idea of an arranged marriage?”

“Yeah but I’m really glad it is with Lucius, we are perfect for each other.” Narcissa said, a dreamy look in her eyes. Joey nodded, faking understanding, resisting the urge to ask Narcissa when exactly she had gone mad, while Quentin just scoffed.

“Lucius treats her like shit, he is abusive.” Her brother murmured in her ear after the beautiful blonde was gone.

“I know that, and you know that, but I gave up on telling her that. Besides, maybe in this case ignorance is bliss.”

“What do you mean?”

“They will make her marry him anyway, maybe this way it will be less painful for her.”

Her brother wrinkled his nose in disgust, earning a sympathetic hand squeeze from Joey.

“Why are pureblood families even so obsessed with arranged marriages?”

“They all want to climb the social pureblood ladder.” Joey shrugged.

“That’s stupid. And even worse is using your children for your stupid desires.”

Josephine knew, her brother was about to go on one of his infamous rants and her eyes subconsciously started scanning the room for the familiar mob of black hair, which she found - well, almost.

“Josephine, Quentin.” The figure greeted, and Joey was once again reminded how much Regulus Black resembled his older brother.

“Have you seen Sirius?” she asked the boy, skipping the formalities.

“What she meant to say was, hello nice to meet you here.” Her brother said dryly, and a smirk tugged on the younger Black boys’ lips.

“I too enjoy your presence here,” Regulus said, looking at her brother. “And no I haven’t seen him, but knowing him he is probably hiding in his room.”

“Then I’ll better go look for him.” she answered, waving a goodbye at the two boys as she slowly went up the stairs, her legs automatically finding their way to Sirius’ room. In any other situation she might have felt guilty for leaving her brother alone with the quite intimidating Regulus Black, but the anticipation of meeting Sirius overshadowed everything.

She entered the room boldly, not bothering with knocking, her gaze instantly settling on Sirius’ back.

“What the-?” The boy turned around. Anger contoured his face, and he looked like a dog ready to attack an intruder before his stormy grey eyes met hers, instantly softening.

“Joey?”

“Who else would dare to enter Sirius Black’s room uninvited?”

“You have no idea.” He muttered, taking a few steps towards the girl, minimizing their distance, and just now Joey’s eyes trailed down his body, noticing that his dress shirt still was unbuttoned, exposing blue and purple marks in the form of knuckles all over his skin.

“Siri.” She whispered, trailing her hands softly over his bruised skin, making him wince.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Did your parents do this?” She looked into his stormy grey eyes, her hands still trailing over his naked skin, leaving goosebumps everywhere.

“My Father to be exact, my Mother is more of a Cruciatus fan lately.” He said jokingly, trying to lighten the mood but just receiving a horrified look in response.

“Sirius-“

He cut her off, pressing his lips on hers softly, but Joey felt the neediness in the kiss, the need to feel that he was still loved, that everything was going to be okay and the girl gave him just that, she grounded him.

Slowly, she buttoned up his shirt, careful not to startle him or break the kiss, but as soon as she buttoned up the shirt halfway, he broke the kiss pouting at her. “You know some girlfriends unbutton their boyfriend’s shirt instead of buttoning it up.”

“Well, you always tell me I’m special,” she said, grinning up at him.

He pulled her back into a kiss, a more heated one this time, slowly pushing her in the direction of his bed, clearly trying to distract the girl from the fact that they were supposed to be downstairs with the other guests.

“Siri, if our parents find us here instead of downstairs at the -” he sucked on her neck making her forget what she was going to say.

“What did you want to say?” He whispered in her ear, gently placing kisses down her neck, making her body shiver in anticipation. He smiled boyishly, loving the effect he had on the girl.

“I hate you.” She mumbled, while tilting her head to give him better access to her neck.

“You love me.”

Her head rested comfortably on Sirius’ chest as they waltzed through the ballroom.

“How’s your brother?” Sirius asked softly while dancing, not missing a single beat, and Joey suddenly felt thankful that she told him about her brother not having to carry the burden on her own anymore.

Her brother was ill, Depression, the muggle doctors called it and Sirius was the only person, besides Joey and her family, that knew about it.

“He’s on muggle medication now, that helps a lot.”

“Your parents approve of that?”

“They aren’t as anti muggle as yours are,” she reminded him and she felt his body tense under her hands, “besides they don’t want him to die.” She mumbled, and Sirius pulled her closer, kissing her temple softly.

“How are things with Regulus?” She asked, knowing the complicated relationship the siblings shared.

“It just makes me angry that he is stupid enough to believe my parents’ blood superiority complex. So we are barely civil.”

“I’m sorry. I know you love him.”

“It doesn’t matter.” the boy’s lips formed a thin line. “he thinks I am a disgrace to the Black family, just like my parents.”

“Sirius Orion Black!”

“Speaking of the devil,” Sirius muttered, turning his head to Walburga.

“I have some people that you need to meet.” The woman sneered before turning her face to Joey, a sickly sweet smile appearing on the woman’s face.

“Josephine, how nice to see you!”

“The pleasure is mine.”

“I’ll just burrow Sirius for a few minutes, alright?” The woman asked, not waiting for an answer before dragging Sirius away.

Joey sighed, making her way to the bar, hoping that alcohol would make the people here more interesting and less intimidating.

She was on her second glass as a charming-looking boy approached her politely, asking for a dance. Not having anything better to do, and intrigued by the unknown face she accepted and surprisingly found herself actually enjoying herself.

Edward Bones was indeed a pleasant dance partner, lightly chatting about his love for chocolate cake and seeming genuinely curious when he asked the girl about her interests.

The conversation was abruptly interrupted as no other than Sirius Black himself pulled Joey away from the boy. “Excuse me, mind if I cut in?”

Sirius didn’t wait for an answer, yanking Joey away from Edgar’s grasp and spinning her into his arms gracefully.

Sirius glared around as if he wanted to challenge the bystanders to cut in, but they all knew better than to mess with a Black, hesitantly going back to their conversations although still eyeing the boy suspiciously.

Joey wanted to turn around to apologize to Edgar, but he was gone.

Sirius’ darkened eyes look straight at Joey. “I can’t stand these people always trying to touch you.”

“We were just dancing, Darling”

“Yes, I know that. But he had no business being so close to you and making you laugh and giving you that weird flirty look” Sirius tugged the girl closer. “You’re mine.” Sirius presses his forehead against Joey’s, gently caressing her lips with his thumb. His lips found their way down to hers feverish eliminating any distance between them.

“I thought we didn’t want these people to know.” Joey said, gesturing around the party, needing all her self-control to sound composed even though the boy was leaving love marks all over her neck making her insides melt like chocolate.

He looked at her, his stormy eyes resting on her green ones.

“In one and a half years you will be out of school and we can get married so fuck what they think.”

“You want to get married right after school?”

Sirius looked taken aback, gently caressing the silver ring on Joey’s hand. “I didn’t give you that promise ring just for show, you know? I meant what I said, I know you are the one and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with you.“

They both looked at the ring for a few moments, remembering the day he gave her that ring, at a bench in a muggle park underneath a cherry blossom tree.

“But if you want to wait-“

“No. I love you. I want that too.” She said, never being so sure about something in her entire life.

“I love you too Josephine, soon to be Black.”

Part 2

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thechosenferret · 4 years

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Prompt: Draco is thrown out of the manor, but not specifically for being gay, or for his views; his father just sees him as a disappointment. From @secretlycrazyhummingbird

Let’s just ignore how long it’s been since the prompt was sent,,, but Thank you for the prompt, it was a joy to write!

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“What in Merlin’s name was that, Draco?” Lucius’ voice boomed over the manor walls as Voldemort circled around the pair of them before finding a spot behind Lucius where his gaze can harm both at them at once. “First, you fail potions, then you get an absence, and finally you couldn’t even correctly label Harry Potter. I don’t know how you became such a disgrace, but I am very disappointed in you.”

The world got fuzzy again.

“My lord, you can’t throw him out, he’s just a child,” Narcissa whispered, failing to be out of earwith from Draco.

“He’s old enough to be responsible for what he has done.”

The world faded to black.

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Draco sprung awake, allowing himself a bit of calmness after seeing that all his protection charms were still up and running. It was only the beginning of his second day out on his own, but Draco had already had that wretched memory cycle through his head too many times to count with each repeat deepening the wounds.

Against the silence of the night, a few hours before the birds are set to be awake, Draco’s stomach made its displeasure with his situation very visible. Thanking Merlin for remembering to put up a silencing charm, Draco grabbed an apple and scoffed it down as he cleaned the leaves out of his head and packed up all his items into his bag, which didn’t take long at all- just a blanket, and an old shirt that he bunched up into a makeshift pillow. Not after long, Draco took all his charms down and set off through the forest again.

After that dreadful night, he wasn’t really sure where exactly he was going. He just had to find anywhere but the place he once called home. The only option left was to keep walking. With his mother’s wand at the ready, Draco continued into the darkness.

The sun had finally gotten halfway across the sky when Draco came to a halt as he could swear the sounds of the forest were playing a trick on him. Finding the nearest cover behind a bush, Draco waited as the sounds got closer and closer. More familiar. Way too familiar.

“The tent’s got to be around here somewhere, Ron. I’m sure it was next to the weird shaped tree.”

“Maybe there were two weird shaped trees?”

“Two trees that look like a guy holding a bag, I doubt it.”

“Harry, we probably should have chosen a better marker.”

“You think?”

The voices continued to circle around the trees for a few minutes longer before disappearing without a trace.

Deciding that it would be smarter to plan out his next course of action while still near people, even if he was still fairly sure that his mind was just trying to find ways to trick him, rather than just wandering around, Draco waited behind the bush, trying to think about the next possible steps.

Before he could finish planning, a slow, heavy crunch of leaves dragged Draco out of his mind and back into reality. Gripping his mother’s wand, he peeked through the little hole in the bush that only gave a very slight view of the other side, which wasn’t much help when the sound of leaves disappeared in the same hidden area as before.

“STAY BACK!” a voice popped out of the silent bubble, making all the birds in the area scatter as fast as possible. Joined again were those heavy crunches of leaves, followed shortly by the familiar voices.

Draco peeked through his little hole, and when it failed once again to show anything more than a hand, Draco surrendered some of his coverage and opened up a hole in the bush a bit more. He could still only see half of what was going on. Barely peeking around the corner, he could see a wand hopping between pointing at two different wands. The first owners wand was about in Draco’s blind spot, the only thing he could see was a slight bit of a black sleeve. The other two wands were being held by Ron and Harry, who both looked a little worse for wear, especially with Harry’s untidy hair somehow being even more tangled. It’s a true mystery of the world how that is even possible, Draco thought to himself. Draco could only assume Hermione was just out of view having to deal with another person.

I’m sure they can handle this, Draco thought as he peeked through the small hole, trying to calm his beating heart before it gave away his presence

After a few moments of waiting for someone to return back into view, a dash of Hermione to the tent followed by a screech gave away their failure. Peaking way too much around the bush, Draco could see Ron jumping on the back of one of the guys and Hermione throwing一both magically and physically一everything she could to distract the other snatcher who happened to be carrying a still slightly awake Harry under one of his arms. As the guy became unfazed to Hermione's best efforts, he started to apparate away, leaving Draco no time to consider how idiotic his next possbile moves were.

Draco ran out of his hiding spot, determination yelling in his eyes as he barely managed to grab onto Harry’s sleeve and join in on the journey. He could hear the yells of the others fade away as the sound of complete silence took over.

As soon as his feet hit the floor, Draco pulled at Harry's sleeve as hard as he could safely do before wrapping him up in a more protective case than a hug, and swatting at the guy's feet in a desperate attempt to loosen the man's grip on Harry. Finally after grabbing his wand and doing the only smart thing with it一poke the guy all over with it一he snatcher finally loosen up just enough for Draco to pull Harry out and into his arms.

As slightly more common sense was able to get into Draco's brain after the huge rush of adrenaline, Draco pointed his wand at the attacker, staring him down as realization drew on the man's face right before he apparated away.

With the threat gone, Draco looked around at the miles of pure grass around him, which happened to contain not a single clue as to where they were before the apparation and now.

"Hey, Potter, how are you holding up?" Draco asked when Harry looked like he was finally coming back to reality while still being supported by Draco's shoulder.

"I've been better," Harry mumbled out.

"I'm gonna try to lower you to the ground, okay?" Harry did his best to nod his head as they started to sink slowly to the ground.

Everything was fine, that was until they reached the floor where Harry happened to figure out that his knee didn't bend very well- or at all. Draco helped pull up the bottom half of Harry's pants to reveal Harry's knee, which looked a little worse for wear. Around the knee, there was a layer of blood with little bits of the pant's fabric stuck in it. The actual knee was no better, looking like it had just had a horrible adventure in hell.

Using some of the tricks he learned from having to stay at the Manor all his life, Draco cast a few minor healing spells just to keep it safe for the road. “Come on, let’s get going, I can apparate you back.”

“No.” Harry stated, pulling his arms from it’s position on Draco’s shoulder. “I can handle a simple apparation.”

“Not with that leg you can’t. Doctor’s orders.”

“How do I know that you won’t just bring me straight to Voldemort!” Harry practically exploded back, “You just happen to be there in time to grab me, and you just happen to be kinder than usual.”

“Well, maybe I can’t go back!” Draco shouted out the words before he could realize what he said. Draco looked back up at Harry’s stunned face as the fire slowly faded from his green eyes. “Let’s get going. I’ll apparate us.”

Harry paused for a second before putting his arm back around Draco as he was helped up from the ground with his pants freshly rolled up. Draco tried to settle down his heart again, the poor thing hasn’t had a break in ages now.

"You good?" Draco asked, waiting for Harry to slightly nod his head in agreement before feeling the familiar, nauseating sensation of apparition. When they finally landed once again, in the very far distance they could hear a rhussel from something large, hopefully just Hermione and Ron, but it was their best guess. Draco had hoped that his apparition would of been a little more precise, but he was at least confident they were within walking distance of Harry's tent.

Harry tried to take a step in the direction of the noise, before swinging his foot right back next to Draco's as he realized just how little support his hurt leg could actually hold.

"Can you make it back?"

"What do you think, genius?"

Draco sighed, "I may have an idea but you gotta trust me on this, okay?" Draco barely waited for Harry’s reply before he scooped Harry up in his arms, holding him off the ground, letting his leg stay raised as it draped across Draco’s arm.

It would have only taken a few minutes to get back at the tent with usual walking capacities, but with Draco insisting that Harry shouldn’t try to walk, the trip took close to a half hour. The journey only arrived at the end when suddenly a bubble popped up in front of Draco, sending him flying back into the forest like a bullet before finally stopping against the bark of a tree, and leaving Harry more-or-less fairly unharmed inside the once bubbled area.

Draco could barely get out a single word before he was face to face with Ron’s wand as Hermione helped Harry up off the floor.

“Huh, who would have guessed your anti-Draco charm would actually be useful,” Ron sneered, making sure not to let Draco out of his sight as Draco put his wand away, ignoring the pain in his shoulder as it moved, and got as close to the tent as he couldn’t without being thrown again.

Harry took his wand out of his pocket and, for the first time, muttered the charm’s antidote.

Draco sighed. “C’mon, are we just gonna stand around and stare or should we get Harry’s leg fixed?”

Draco followed Hermione as she helped Harry onto a bed inside the now visible tent, taking a seat on the bed a few feet away as Hermione dug in a little bag and began to treat Harry’s wound.

Once Hermione finally left to help Ron get food while mummering something about a pair rule of exploring did Draco finally begin to inspect his arm.

After a few slightly concealed breaths of pain, Harry finally noticed. “You idiot, couldn’t handle me having more attention so you got hurt too, huh?”

“Yea no thanks to you and your charms,” Draco sneered removing one arm from his shirt so that his top hung on him like a sash, allowing the injury to be out in the open. “What, no comeback? Still mad the snatchers stole all of your attention first?”

“Please, if anything they took some of the pizzaz out of your appearance.”

“Are you saying that my entrance wasn’t glorious, guess saving is just another Wednesday.” Harry grabbed the least bloody washcloth next to him and did a mini jump from his bed to Draco’s, careful not to let his leg move too much as he propped it back up on the small amount of room left on Draco’s bed. “Why in Merlin’s name was that charm up in the first place?”

“You’re always around somehow, so I figured I should put it up out here just in case. Guess I was right after all.” Draco reflectively coiled back as soon as Harry touched the washcloth to the still bleeding spot, the coldness of the water deciding to slightly drip down, freezing the rest of his shirt along with the wound.

Once Draco’s shoulder was all bandaged up and Draco released a “small” info dump on Harry, Harry finally piped up again, “There’s something I’ve been wondering since er- that day. Why did you not tell your dad that it was me?”

“Trust me, I’m still trying to figure that one out too.” Draco looked away, feeling his face warm up a bit. “I guess something in my head knew where my priorities should really lie.”

“Well, thanks. I was starting to actually worry about the chances of us all dying there.”

“You only had just figured that part out?” Draco tried to chuckle, “Wow, you really did need my help.”

“Oui, come on.” Harry’s smile faded as another thought popped up in his head. “There’s one last thing that I can’t figure out… How did you end up here?”

Draco looked down at his hands, watching as he forced them out of their tense state. “Let’s just say that my father didn’t think that any person siding with you should continue living in his house.”

“I’m. I’m sorry for putting you through that.”

“Don’t be.”

“I am. Truly.” Harry grabbed Draco’s hand from his good arm, “This can be your home for now, if you’d like.”

And it was.

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Tension - Part 3

A/N Hello all! Here is part 3 to Tension :)) It’s a bit of a filler but I promise there is more sirius time coming hehe enjoy!

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Remus was released from the hospital wing three days later, though his curtains remained closed throughout the time he spent there, in case anyone noticed him missing each evening.

Y/N leaned against the doorway to the hospital wing, her hands tucked into her sleeves to avoid the cool breeze that was drifting in through the windows. Fresh air my ass, Madame P she thought, her teeth beginning to chatter.

“You ready, Remmy?”

“As I’ll ever be,” Remus said the most clichéd thing he could think of, stepping out from behind the curtains and giving her finger guns.

“Ready to gorge yourself on pumpkin pie?”

“Yep, just need Pomfrey to sign me out.”

“Ugh, she always takes 3 years.”

“Yeah well you better make yourself scarce, we don’t need her knowing that you know that –“

“Yeah I know, don’t worry. I’ll meet you at the Great Hall,” Y/N shot him a grin, “Better hurry though I’m also craving mashed potatoes.”

“So help me merlin, if there’s no mash left I will forget to go into the shack next month,” Remus teased, his eyes narrowing. Y/N winked at him, turning away to walk towards the smell of roast wafting towards her from the Great Hall.

Remus met her at the Slytherin table 20 minutes later, his face flushed from the cold wind coming in from the front doors, squishing himself in between Y/N and Olivia Greengrass who had been telling Y/N about the fight that had broken out the night before between Severus and Lucius.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Snape that determined to stand up to him, he must really have a thing for that Gryffindor girl.”

“Man, I wished I could have seen that,” Y/N shook her head at Olivia, giving Remus a smile as he sat down.

“Seen what?”

“Apparently Severus and Lucius had a little tiff last night over his friendship with Lily going against their pureblood manifesto,” Olivia had dropped her voice at the last few words, clearly worried they might be overheard teasing the self-proclaimed death eaters and their ever terrifying views on the blood traitors throughout Hogwarts.

“Doing the right thing for once at least,” Remus reasoned, scooping heaps of mashed potatoes, green beans, broccoli, and lamb onto his plate.

“I don’t know if sparing one muggle-born for being pretty is exactly doing the right thing,” Y/N murmured, grimacing.

“Either way, I’m very sure Lucius nearly hit him, but it seems that Severus has a little more hold over him than we expected,” Olivia leaned in again, clearly loving how Y/N and Remus were lapping in the gossip.

“Well, that certainly is new information.”

“Yeah, I wonder if perhaps our theory about – ahem – youknowwho” Olivia looked around momentarily before speaking the name almost too fast for Y/N to understand it.

“Hardly a theory, Liv,” Y/N snorted, “You were at the last fun ol’ purebloods ball, Bellatrix was basically gripping onto his arm for dear life.”

“Let’s keep hoping he isn’t recruiting 16-year olds, can we?” Remus sighed, still scooping large buttery spoonfuls of mash into his mouth. Y/N gave him a sour look but changed the subject regardless, asking Liv whether she was still dating the Yaxley boy in the year above.

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The next morning felt like a blur. Remus was energetic for the first time in a week and had made her quiz him the whole way down to breakfast and in between their Potions and Transfiguration classes.

“Ok, how do you duplicate an object,” Y/N placed her bag behind the wooden chair at the front of the class, where Remus preferred to sit for his favourite class with Professor McGonagall.

“Geminio, but you need to focus on the size in order to ensure that it doesn’t shrink or enlarge when duplicated,” Remus reeled off, grinning a little superiorly at Y/N, “Gotta have something a little harder than that.”

“You quiz yourself then,” Y/N grumbled, taking a seat and pulling out her books as Professor McGonagall began writing across the blackboard.

“With OWLs coming up and career sessions with your head of house this week, the other professors and I have decided that it would be a good idea to start increasing some inter-house comradery. To do this, we will be putting you all into groups of four, with two houses in each, to compete together for a common goal – completing the best project across the core classes.” Professor McGonagall watched them all closely from behind her glasses as if daring someone to complain.

“Will there be a prize?” Sirius called out, elbowing James in the ribs with excitement.

“Can we choose our team members?” James followed turning around to wink at a very annoyed looking redhead that Y/N recognised as Lily Evans, James’ obsession.

“I would feel sorry for Lily if she wasn’t beating you in every class,” Y/N whispered to Remus, sniggering when he shot her a look.

“Since you, four seem to be so excited about this project, why don’t you become my first group,” Professor McGonagall spoke sharply, but Y/N was sure there was a twinkle in her eye. Regardless, Y/N felt her shoulders droop, and Remus’ tense beside her, obviously remembering their reaction to his affliction a few nights ago.

“Keep your enemies closer right?” Y/N muttered to Remus who was taking deep calming breaths, staring at the place where McGonagall had begun writing names up on the blackboard.

“What if they tell people? They looked ready to attack me if I hadn’t passed out.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll hex them so hard they’ll not leave the Hospital Wing for several weeks if they so much as make a joke about it.”

“I can’t not worry, they –”

“Are not worth your time. We just need to get through this project and can go back to ignoring them ok? If anything I bet we will end up doing it all ourselves.”

Remus seemed to calm at that, but with the full moon’s effects still very present within him Y/N couldn’t help but grip his hand tightly under the table.

“Can all groups please now introduce each other? We will be explaining the tasks this afternoon once they are finalised.”

Remus and Y/N turned to face Sirius and James who were gathering their things to join them at the front of the classroom.

“So, team full moon at it again!” James grinned down at the two of them, throwing his bag carelessly on the floor beside them.

“Can you please shut up for one second, Potter,” Y/N rolled her eyes at him, hoping her expression gave an air of annoyance.

“Oh, last name basis, we’ve been downgraded,” Sirius pouted, bobbing down so that he could place his two arms across their desks and lean his head over his hands.

“Can we please just organise a time to meet about this project,” Remus said exasperatedly, pulling out his diary and pen, watching them expectantly.

“Alright, I have Quidditch practise Mondays and Wednesdays, and potentially Sunday nights if Prewett has another panic attack before the semi’s.”

“I’ve got practice Tuesdays and Thursdays,” Y/N bit her lip, looking apologetically over at Remus.

“Well I’ve just got tutoring on Mondays,” Remus hummed, writing the dates down with a furrowed brow.

“And we can’t do the next two Fridays,” Sirius elbowed James who was about to protest and shut up quickly. Y/N opened her mouth to ask why but Remus cut her off.

“Ok, whatever, so that leaves Saturdays to work on this thing.”

“Or we could just do this separately and combine at the end?” Y/N smiled hopefully but saw McGonagall narrow her eyes at them from the front of the classroom.

“I expect better than that from you Ms Malfoy.”

“Yes, Professor,” Y/N mumbled, turning back to the page Remus had used to write down all their commitments.

“We definitely don’t want McGonagall thinking poorly of us,” James winked again, this time at Y/N who scowled.

“Well, I don’t know how we are going to get this done on one day with all our other work.”

“Why don’t we split it up between us – Y/N and me will do some on Mondays and Remus and James can meet on Thursdays? Then if we have anything to add we can hang on Saturdays, even though I’d much rather be in Hogsmeade,” Sirius had stood up and slung his bag over his shoulder as if anticipating McGonagall’s dismissal of the class.

“It’s not even a Hogsmeade weekend,” Remus huffed, closing his diary, “But yes ok that sounds ok.”

“It’s not Hogsmeade weekend for you maybe,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows, “Great, Y/N I’ll meet you in the library after dinner on Monday.”

“Great,” Y/N forced a smile, picking up the rest of her books.

“Class, I expect you have gotten to know each-others names and timetables so you can find some time to work together on this project. Expect to see each professor’s tasks on your house notice board by this evening or tomorrow morning latest – Dismissed!”

“Well that went terribly,” Remus watched the two boys saunter out of the classroom, chatting animatedly about something that was likely a semi-dangerous prank.

“I mean if anything it went as good as expected,” Y/N snorted, “And worst case, we know we could out-prank them any day, so if they screw with us we screw with them.”

“Deal,” Remus barked a laugh as James began overtly staring at Lily Evans whose arm was looped into a girl with bleach blonde hair whom Y/N didn’t recognise.

“Come on, let's find your chocolate stash, I think I heard Narcissa mention that a new David Bowie album was released, I bet we can steal it from them for the evening.”

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Monday came around much faster than Y/N had hoped, and as she trudged towards the library after waving Remus off to his tutoring session she felt her stomach curl. This would be the first time in, well maybe in forever, that she would be spending one on one time with Sirius Black. If anything, this was the first time she would probably have a conversation with him since all those dinner parties before they set foot in Hogwarts.

“Ahhh, you came!” Sirius smiled at her, looking up from the book he was reading as she walked in.

“You were expecting otherwise?” Y/N had the sudden thought that he might be just as awkward as she was in this situation. Though he was the one who’d ignored her that first day on the train.

“Of course not,” He continued to smile, pulling out a chair for her and sitting down opposite. It was a little unnerving watching him be so nice to her, considering her last memory was him essentially telling her to fuck off, and ignoring her at pureblood events ever since.

“You ok?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you smile that much,” Y/N laughed, pulling out her notebook and a couple of books she’d borrowed the day before to get a heads up on the project.

“Well you clearly haven’t seen me in very enjoyable environments,” He barked out a laugh and pulled the books over towards him, “I see you’ve been doing your homework.”

“Well, this is a school project.”

“Mmmm, so have you and Remus already decided on what we are doing?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at him.

“We are aware this is a group project, I promise.”

“Good, cause James and I have some great ideas as well,” He winked, flicking through the largest book sitting in front of him, Watching the World: Charms in Government.

“Nothing super legal I’m sure.”

“They may bend the law a bit,” Sirius grin seemed to curl across his face, his eyes twinkling and mischievous.

“Alright let's hear them,” Y/N sighed, pulling out a pen and readying herself for an onslaught of ridiculous.

“Ok, so you know how the project requires us to pick either a creature to take care of, or a spell, or a potion to create.”

“I did read it through yes.”

“Ok, ok, but what if we did something that would tie two of them together. Hear me out! Ok so what if we make a spell that can track all the animals within the Hogwarts grounds? Something that would let Kettleburn trace of where they all are since he seems to lose them all the time.”

Y/N stopped herself from staring a little bit, shocked at the interest that came like a wave over her. It was a genuinely intriguing idea and was kind of similar to her own thoughts, but more to track Remus when he wandered the gardens, keep him safe and away from harm's way. Or putting someone else in harm's way.

“What?” Sirius looked a little concerned, the idea obviously, something he had been genuinely excited about.

“No, nothing. It’s a really good idea.”

“Oh, ok cool,” Sirius looked excited, and not in the way that she’d seen previously when he was waiting and watching for one of his pranks to happen in the Great Hall. There was something else in the way he was looking at her, something she thought that she recognised from another time, a way he’d looked at her when they’d been forced to converse at a dinner party and he’d snuck her a chocolate bar under the table with a discreet smile.

“Alrighty then, let's get started.”

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Inquisitorial Squad (Draco x Slytherin!Reader)

Imagine: you’re on the inquisitorial squad and you’re set to do a night duty with Draco and the two of you become quite ‘close’ whilst on watch and you get distracted and DA slip past and Umbridge isn’t happy.

P.S - it’s quite a long one

Warnings: smut, fluffiness, drunk Draco ;)

A/N: I made my own gif for the first time today and as you can tell I’m VERY proud

It had been a long day - you had barely slept in the night and had had to deal with double Herbology in the morning. Slumping down on your bed, you groaned as you realised it was only a Tuesday and the pressure from your subjects, Umbridge and your parents had managed to defeat you this early on in the week. “Have you seen the Inquisitorial Squad rota for this week?” Pansy asked as she sat down on her bed which lay adjacent to yours. You hadn’t heard her come in so her voice made you jump slightly.

Opening your eyes, you sighed. “No, not yet.” You reply, and she smirks. Glancing at your alarm clock you noticed that you had 20 minutes before dinner started, your stomach rumbling as you realised how hungry you were. “Well, lucky for you, you’re on night watch with Draco tonight.” You feel your cheeks begin to turn crimson but you ignore it. Pansy had had a crush on Draco since first year, but you’d never told her about your small crush on him too. Usually you’d be excited to spend time with Draco but you were overwhelmed with drowsiness that you’d probably end up embarrassing yourself in front of him. “Tonight? Ugh, I barely slept a wink last night. Typical Umbridge.”

Pansy rolls her eyes. “Be grateful, Y/N. She’s the best teacher Hogwarts have seen for a while - at least she’s making a change. Besides, I’d happily take your place...” You shake your head, sitting up. No way were you going to let Pansy swoop in and have even more to brag about when it came to Draco. “No, no it’s fine. It’s a Tuesday night, and I can’t imagine there being much to do. She’ll probably let us go early.” Pansy nods her head, playing with a strand of her hair. She begins to recount how great Draco looked today and you nod along, obviously agreeing, but zoning out. As much as you loved Pansy, all she ever really talked about nowadays was Draco, especially considering their parents have been talking about a possible marriage between the two one day in the future. It hurt your heart a little, but it was bound to happen sooner or later - the Parkinson family were pure bloods. If they make a choice, it happens, and besides, you were really close to Draco, and he’d told you multiple times after one too many firewhiskeys that he thought you were hot.

You allowed Pansy to drone on until it was time for dinner. Shifting from your beds to the door, the two of you began to make your way out of the dungeons. The aroma of dinner made your mouth water as you reminded yourself how hungry you were. You sat opposite Pansy at the Slytherin table and began to load some food onto your plate. As you were about to take your first bite, you felt a hand on your back. Jumping slightly, you whipped your head around to be met by the familiar face of Draco. “Ready for tonight, Y/N?” He smirked before taking a seat next to you. His smirk made your insides twist and turn with butterflies but you played it off.

“Can’t wait.” You replied, rolling your eyes. He smiled and shook his head, throwing a handful of chips onto his plate. “Tuesday night is gonna be a killer, but maybe we’ll catch Potter’s band of losers, if we’re not too busy that is.” Draco mumbled the last bit, so that only you could hear, as he gave a wink. “I doubt we’ll be that busy.” You reply innocently, pretending you didn’t catch on to what he really meant. Or, at least what you thought he meant. Draco shakes his head in defeat, looking down at his plate for the rest of dinner.

Later that evening, you sauntered your way to the corridor you and Draco were keeping a lookout on - it was right outside the Room of Requirement, where Umbridge was certain the secret DA meetings were taking place. As you turned the corner, you saw him standing there and something washed over you - just seeing him alone, looking extremely hot (not to mention you were tired) you don’t know why, but you would do anything to just push him up against a wall and let him kiss you. Hard. Maybe it was his comment at dinner or maybe it was something else deep down. The drunken confessions from Draco were never talked about between either of you, and you were convinced that as far as Draco was concerned, that’s all they were - drunken slurs. But there was still a part of you that was convinced he really did want you.

“I’ve gotta say, Y/N, I’m really glad we got paired up together tonight. There’s no way I could’ve bared Pansy drone on about our families’ arranged meal next week all night.” He smiles genuinely. Your heart panged slightly when you remembered the reality of the situation - Draco would never be able to date you if Lucius and Narcissa had already settled on the Parkinsons. “Please, don’t bring it up.” You mumble, looking down at the floor. Your stomach was still tied in knots - if only you could just muster up the courage to kiss him. “What’s up? You’re never usually like this when we’re alone...” Draco mumbles the last bit, placing a hand on the small of your back as he lifts up your chin with his other. Your insides burned up at what he meant, but you had to push it aside. Did Draco really have feelings for you or were you just another girl he could have some fun with?

“Girls for now, girls for later, right?” You ask, biting your lip. You could hardly believe you had said it - but you didn’t regret it. A look of hurt flashes across his eyes as his mouth falls open slightly. “What does that even mean? Don’t tell me you’re jealous of Pansy, Y/N.” You look down again. Truth be told, yeah - you were. Pansy was probably gonna end up having a life with Draco, and you knew it wasn’t on the cards for you. “Do you even remember the first Slytherin party we went to? What happened that night?” You ask, watching his reaction.

“Of course I do, what does it matter?” He asks, scratching the back of his neck. It was the first time he had gotten drunk. You had to walk him back to his dorm as it was still only 11pm, and it was the first time he ever really confessed any sort of hints that he saw you as anything more than a friend. “I walked you back to your dorm, and you asked me to stay. Remember?” Draco nods, urging you to continue. “I stayed, and you kept on telling me that the room was spinning too fast, so you made come lay with you. You were wearing that cute jumper, you know the one that Blaise laughed at because it was burgundy, and I said it was cute way back in third year. You wore it, and you told me you were wearing it for me, in the hopes that I’d figure out that you liked me. Well, I waited up the next morning - we agreed to watch the sunrise over the Black Lake, but you never showed. I always assumed you just didn’t remember, but was it because you realised that nothing could ever happen between us? I bet that if it were Pansy it’d be different.” You ramble on, a mixture of anger and sadness building up inside of you.

Draco smirked, running his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I remember telling you that I wore it for you - that was true. But I thought we agreed to watch the stars together over the Black Lake? I showed up at 6pm with a picnic blanket and some snacks but you were a no-show. You even ignored me for the whole day - I thought I’d scared you off... I guess it was a case of miscommunication?” Draco chuckles. Seriously? It’s been two years and he’s only now telling you this? “Wait what?”

“I don’t like Pansy, Y/N. My parents know that. They also know that I’m crazy about you.” Draco smiles, taking a step closer. The butterflies in your stomach return, but this time you feel them all over your body. Surely this was a dream - there was no way Draco Malfoy actually really did like you back? “You mean that?” You ask, and he nods. Slowly, he leans in and lets his lips brush yours, catching each other’s gaze before deepening the kiss. His hands begin to explore your body, and you couldn’t help but notice how his strong arms feel wrapped around your frame. Despite all the late night flirting, this was the first time the two of you had actually kissed, and no figment of your imagination could compare to the real thing. Draco walks you up against the wall and you feel the cold stone against the exposed skin on your back from where your grey cardigan had began to ride up from Draco’s urgent touch.

His lips were like a drug - with every second that passed, you needed his touch more and more. His fingers curled under the top of your skirt as he flatted out his hands and slid them round to the bottom of your back. You allowed your hands to make their way up his chest, unbuttoning his top two buttons and loosening his tie. You didn’t care about anything except Draco - Umbridge could come along at any second and you would still be the happiest girl in the world.

Draco follows suit and pulls off your green tie, letting it fall to the floor, as he begins to unbutton your shirt. You silently thank your friends from back home for taking you lingerie shopping in the summer as Draco moans against your lips as his hands run along the red lace of your bra. Smirking, you break the kiss to whisper in his ear, “You like it?” He nods before starting to kiss your neck as he caresses the lacy fabric. You moan quietly into his ear and clasp onto the baby hairs at the cape of his neck, releasing a similar moan from Draco.

In the corner of your eye, you spot the slightest glimpse of movement turning the corner. Jumping up, you pull Draco off of you, him sputtering apologies that he shouldn’t have taken it so far, so you silence him with a quick “Shh!” You grab your tie and do your buttons up as you slowly creep towards the corner, motioning for him to follow you. You peak your head around, spotting the familiar ginger hair of the Weasley twins and bright blonde locks of Luna Lovegood padding towards the end of the second corridor. Sighing, you allow your cheeks to heat up. “We missed them, but they certainly didn’t miss what we were getting up to.” Draco smirks, readjusting his tie. “Oh well, we’ll get them another time. For right now, I have everything I want.” He pulls you in, pecking you on the lips. You both laugh. “Draco, that was sweet but so cringey!” He chuckles. “Come on, I’ll walk you back to your dorm.” He lifts you up and slings you over his shoulder. You cry out in laughter, chuckling when he slaps your arse and begins heading in the direction of the common room.

“What on Earth were the two of you doing to let them slip past?” Umbridge asks. You were called into her office alongside Draco - you weren’t sure how she had found out, but she had. You just hoped she didn’t know the full story of last night’s antics. After the two of your had got back to the common room, you had continued your make-out sessions on one of the leather sofas but decided to head back to your separate dorms before you both went too far.

“Professor, we were preoccupied with a pair of third years for a good portion of time - Y/N had heard footsteps down the hall, and had come back with a girl and boy from Gryffindor. We didn’t catch their names but they were sneaking around the castle at night, Y/N and I could only guess what they had been getting up to. They escaped before we had a proper chance to punish them.” Draco lied, and Umbridge believed every word.

“Very well - you two are dismissed. But I don’t want this to happen again.” Umbridge replied, allowing the two of you to get up. “Oh, we promise Professor, it won’t.” You reply with a smile before leaving. As soon as you leave, Draco shoots you a wink. “Don’t worry, love, I had a story planned out since this morning. But you should probably hide that love bite.” Draco winks before grabbing your hand. You curse as you do your best to cover up your neck with your cloak. As much as you loved him, he was already a pain in the arse.

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The Pariahs: Chapter 2 - The Ghosts of Greengrass Manor

Story Title - The Pariahs (ffn link)

Story Description - "You always hated your parents' purist crap." "Not for the right reasons." - At the end of the war, they are the only ones left to blame; unfortunately, this is not their cross to bear. The Malfoys and Greengrasses are not used to being the outcasts of a society, but in this new Wizarding World, the law concerning former Death Eaters and their families is clear: eat or be eaten.

Story Rating - teen (T)

Story Characters - Draco Malfoy, Astoria Greengrass, Daphne Greengrass, Keegan Shacklebolt (OMC), Fiona Greengrass (OFC), Archibald Greengrass (OMC), Narcissa Black, Lucius Malfoy, Kristopher Shacklebolt I (OMC), Zhara Shacklebolt (OFC), Audrey Weasley, Percy Weasley

Story Pairings - Draco/Astoria, Keegan/Daphne

Chapter - 2) The Ghosts of Greengrass Manor

If there was one thing that Daphne still liked about Greengrass Manor, it was the silence. Some would find it eerie, unsettling, creepy, the list goes on. For the eldest Greengrass girl, though, it was peaceful and productive. She was not a chaotic person - the best working environment for Daphne Greengrass was minimalistic and deathly silent.

On that particular day, Daphne was examining a supposedly magical geode rock that was given to her as a training assignment. When Daphne had first chosen a career as a Curse-Breaker, Draco had looked at her as if she had just grown a third eye. However, it truly was the perfect job for her. While her love for jewels and gems often got dismissed as girly and pretentious, the truth was far more complex. It wasn't just the beauty that Daphne admired - it was the history. Every artefact, no matter how ruined or beautiful, had a story to tell. The magic that concealed that story was even more interesting. Being a Curse-Breaker meant that unravelling that story and that magic was her job.

Daphne gently rotated the rock that she was holding with her tweezers as she ever so slightly adjusted the magnification and focus on her magnifying spectacles. If she could get the perfect focus, perhaps she could see -

"Ah, there you are, Daphne!"

Daphne jumped in her seat, startled at the shrill voice and let out an exasperated sigh as she glanced through her spectacles and noticed they were once again out of focus. Bloody brilliant, Daphne thought to herself as she gently set down the geode and removed her spectacles.

Turning her head to glance up at her mother, she said with a bored tone, "What is it now?"

Fiona Greengrass was a beautiful woman, but her beauty had been worn down by the war. Her honey blonde hair that once shone in the sunlight now seemed dull and graying, and while her skin may have once been described as porcelain, it was no more pallid. The wrinkles of worry on her forehead and around her eyes were more prominent now, especially as she confusedly moved her gaze between the geode and her daughter.

"What on earth is that, Daphne?" Fiona asked, her tone clearly expressing her bewilderment.

"An assignment for training," Daphne replied with a shrug.

"Ah, right, you're still in that silly Curse-Breaker phase," Fiona said with a dismissive wave of her hand.

You cannot hex your mother, a voice in Daphne's head reminded. You can move out, though. Taking a deep breath, she instead asked, "Is that why you came over here?"

"No, no, of course not," Fiona replied in a cheery tone. She sat down across from her daughter as she continued, "I need your help with a little project."

"Project?"

"Er, dinner party."

Daphne rolled her eyes and shook her head at her mother. Of course, the woman wanted to host a dinner party, of all things. "I hate to remind you of this," Daphne started, "but with what money? You don't work, Astoria's in school, and if you think I'm contributing to this nonsense from my meagre trainee salary then you are in for the shock of your life."

Once upon a time, Daphne would have been utterly terrified to speak to either of her parents like that. Now, though, things were different. There was no longer any fear hanging over her head. Her parents had been on the losing side of a war, her father's trial was finally coming to a conclusion, she had done her part and given her names, and now she was steadily on the path to her own career. All Daphne wanted now was as much distance as possible from the traditions that her name stood for.

"Oh, honestly Daphne, you can be so full of yourself," Fiona bit back with a roll of her eyes. "I only want your help in the planning process. You know, a little mother-daughter project."

The skepticism was evident on Daphne's face. "All right, what kind of dinner party is this?" she asked.

"It's to... make amends, of sorts - you know?"

Ah, there it is. Daphne let out a bitter laugh and shook her head. "You're really something, you know that?" she muttered.

"Daphne, listen to me: we have nothing," Fiona said sternly. "The Ministry looks at us like scum - us! And because of how close we were with the Malfoys and you and Astoria fighting against the Dark Lord, even our peers hate us. We need to do damage control, love."

This was the sort of thing that Fiona Greengrass considered a national crisis. Everyone hates us - even the mudbloods! It drove Daphne mad. She would be the first to admit that, at first, she had done anything and everything to defy her parents' pureblood ideals simply because of her father's abusive nature. As she got older, though, Daphne truly started to understand how tiring it all was. And for what? A few fake friends that would all rather save their own arses anyways? It was honestly pitiful.

Still, she lived in the Greengrass Manor - for now - and the least she could do for her distraught mother was humour her in some way.

"What did you have in mind?" Daphne asked tiredly.

"Well, I've been thinking that it really would be useful to have a nice mix of families," Fiona started with an innocent shrug. The skeptical look reappeared on Daphne's face, "you know - old friends and new friends. And it just came to me - you have quite a good relationship with a certain well-liked pureblood family."

"Oh, so you just want me to get the Shacklebolts here - not to actually spend time with you," Daphne stated, the bitterness very evident in her tone.

"Oh, come off it, love," Fiona said dismissively, "it would be a huge favour to me."

Just like everything else I do, Daphne thought to herself. Still, if there was one useful thing she learned growing up in a pureblood family, it was to keep your thoughts to yourself.

"Fine - it'll be easier than dealing with your cold shoulder, anyways."

Daphne fidgeted with her hands as she suppressed a shiver - a response to the cold winter wind blowing in her face as she waited just outside the doors of Greengrass Manor. Her mother had put her on door duty for her long-awaited dinner party. Who better than the Greengrass daughter that was both famous and infamous for defying her parents' ways? Truly, let's parade her on the street while shouting 'shame!' at the top of our lungs.

Daphne was, possibly, a tad bitter about the whole arrangement.

Her demeanour softened just slightly as she spotted three very familiar faces approaching the steps of Greengrass Manor: Draco, Lucius, and Narcissa. Lucius and Narcissa weakly returned her smile, while Draco stepped forward and hugged Daphne.

"Fiona's got you playing hostess for this charade, has she?" he asked with a laugh.

"Draco, be polite," Narcissa chided mildly.

"It's quite all right - he's not far off," Daphne said to Narcissa. "I've still gotta wait out here so I'll see you lot inside."

"Don't cause too much trouble," Draco joked as he gave her a nudge and walked past her.

"No promises!" Daphne replied cheekily.

It took a few more minutes of waiting in the cold for the last of the party guests to make their way to the manor. Daphne's features spread into an unbreakable grin as soon as she recognized Keegan, his parents - Kristopher and Zhara - closely following behind him.

The Shacklebolts and Greengrasses had always gotten along decently well - until Voldemort came back, of course. After that, her father had gone and ruined practically every relationship their family had had with anyone remotely normal. Still, when Zhara had planned Keegan a surprise party to celebrate the end of his Obliviator training a couple of years back, the Greengrasses had been added to the guest list. That had been the day that their flirtatious adventure had started.

Unfortunately, a month after that, the Minsitry had fallen to Voldemort. Keegan and his younger sister, Audrey, had joined the Order and Daphne... well, she did what every other Slytherin did: returned to Hogwarts and tried to act like everything was fine. Except for Daphne, it really hadn't been fine.

In any case, at the end of it all, Daphne had been surprised to find Keegan right where she had left him - figuratively speaking, of course. They had tried their best to pick up where they had left off, but still kept things under wraps. With her father still on trial and his Death Eater aunt, Kelsey Rowle, at large, it was best to keep their relationship hidden. Then, one day, Kelsey had been captured and next thing Daphne knew, Keegan was standing on the steps of Greengrass Manor saying she deserved more.

Well, who was she to argue with that logic?

Once they had told their families about their relationship, the reactions were more or less as expected. Fiona had been shocked that her daughter was dating a pureblood, even if he was from a blood traitor family. Kristopher and Zhara had easily taken a liking to her on account of actually being able to hold an intelligent conversation about something other than floral arrangements - which was apparently the most they expected from traditional pureblood women. Regardless of everyone else's reactions, Daphne was certain of one thing: her life was finally looking up.

"You're looking quite lovely," Keegan remarked as he approached Daphne with a smile.

He bent his neck to give her a short kiss just as his parents approached. "Kristopher, Zhara - I'm so glad you could make it," Daphne greeted politely. "Mum will really be delighted to see you."

"Oh, I'm sure she will be," Zhara replied, her smile somewhat contrived. She clearly wasn't a fan of the whole arrangement and, frankly, Daphne agreed.

"We'll see you two inside," Kristopher suggested as he gently ushered his wife inside.

"So, no Audrey?" Daphne asked curiously. She wasn't all too surprised. Audrey Shacklebolt was often regarded as peculiarly headstrong and proud for a Slytherin - until she would dupe you in some clever way and shamelessly remind you why she was sorted into the house of the snakes in the first place. Like their mother, Keegan's younger sister was amazingly talented at exuding authority.

"No, she made it pretty clear that she wasn't coming if Percy wasn't invited," Keegan replied. "In fact, her exact words were 'I don't want any of her shitty discriminatory wine if she can't even stand the thought of a Weasley in her own home.'"

"Well, I tried my best, but you know how Mum is," Daphne said with a shrug. Her mother had been adamant that the purpose of this dinner party was to make amends with old friends, not befriend 'pacifist blood traitors.' Sometimes, Daphne wondered if the whole war had somehow been erased from her mother's memory.

Keegan nodded knowingly, laughing a bit. His eyes suddenly shifted to the side of her neck and he raised his hand to gently touch the scar that stood out on Daphne's pale skin with a light frown on his face. "No Glamour Charms today?" he asked as he met her eyes.

He knew all too well how horrible her father was. Bruises on her arms, scars on her back, face reddened in the shape of a hand... the list of ways that Archibald Greengrass' anger could manifest was endless. The scars Daphne had received from her father over the years were always her biggest insecurity and she hid them as much as she could, but Keegan had always been comforting about them. He would say they were the scars of a survivor, not a victim.

"Mum wants to make amends," Daphne started, "what better way to do that than with honesty. Took a bit of convincing, but Astoria isn't using any either."

"Good," Keegan said with a nod and a reassuring smile on his face, "you have nothing worth hiding, Daphne."

Daphne smiled back at him. "All right, let's head inside before Mum starts sputtering some nonsense about my innocence," she joked as she linked her arm with his.

Keegan laughed and muttered, "A little late for that, isn't it?"

Daphne lightly smacked his arm but couldn't stop the laughter from escaping her or the red creeping up her neck as the made their way through Greengrass Manor. The sound of classical music only got louder, until they finally reached the spacious sitting area where their house elf, Silas, was eagerly scurrying around and serving drinks. Fiona was laughing about something trivial with Wilma Crabbe, while Xavier Nott silently sat in an armchair as he sipped at his wine. Everyone else was dispersed throughout the room making small talk, and as for Draco...

Daphne sighed as she set her eyes on her friend. He was practically frozen his place, unmoving. At first, she thought he was having yet another one of his ridiculous, fatalistic episodes - and of all bloody times to do so - until she realized how steadily fixated his gaze was.

"Do you see what I see?" Daphne quietly asked Keegan.

Keegan shifted his gaze to Draco, watching the younger man carefully, until realization clouded his face. "Oh, that's interesting," he whispered.

"I think I'll go talk to him," Daphne decided.

"Daph, don't meddle," Keegan warned, giving her a knowing look.

"Me, meddle? Never."

Alas, she was quite the meddler.

At first, it had almost irritated Draco how right Daphne had been. He was being fatalistic, and truly a horrible friend. More than that, though, he was being a self-centred prick. It never really mattered to him if other people thought that of him, but Daphne... well, she was supposed to be his one true confidant. If she couldn't trust him, then he must have truly fucked up.

After Daphne's warning to get his life together and stop moping around, Draco had done just that. He had cleaned up and started helping out with the Malfoy Manor's financials - meagre as they were - as well as taking a job at a shop in Knockturn Alley. It was all for the time being, anyways. At the end of the day, Draco was hoping for something a bit more professional.

The major upside, though to getting his life together had been winning back Daphne's friendship. They were finally back to their light joking and good-natured gossip. When Daphne had told him about her mother's ridiculous dinner party idea, they had taken turns imitating her reaction to different party guests. Draco had figured that, once the dinner party actually came around, they would be doing something very similar in a corner with the added bonus of some elderflower wine.

Unfortunately, Draco's vision had dissipated as soon as he had laid eyes on her.

He had been in the poshly decorated sitting area for scarcely a minute when his eyes saw a flash of nearly pitch black hair and his ears perked at the sound of an elegant laugh. Turning his head, mostly out of curiosity, Draco found himself freezing in place as his eyes landed on Astoria Greengrass.

Astoria had always been a bit aggravating to Draco. He vaguely recalled her trying to force herself into the games and secrets that him and Daphne would have when they were kids. Her trademark while at Hogwarts had been frizzy hair pulled back into pigtails with green ribbon and a childlike, wide-eyed stare. She had been two years his junior and a hardly noticeable thorn on his side.

But then, in that very moment, he hardly recognized her.

Her dark hair was sleek and smooth, hanging loose in waves down her back. Her warm brown eyes drew him in as she laughed. Astoria Greengrass was no longer the annoying, childish, little sister of his best friend. No, as far as he could tell, she may as well have been a woman that ruled her own empire.

Draco could fill the inner turmoil of being attracted to his best friend's sister already begin.

A hand clasping onto his shoulder brusquely snapped Draco out of his dreamy staring at Astoria. He turned to see who had startled him and felt himself tense up as his eyes met Daphne's.

"Daydreaming?" she asked. Her tone sounded innocent but he could see the knowing glint in her eyes.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Draco replied cooly.

"Oh, so you won't mind if I just call Astoria over and - "

"Daphne, for the love of Merlin, this stays between us."

A victorious smile on her face, Daphne let out a sigh and removed her hand from Draco's shoulder. "Don't get your hopes up, Draco," she warned.

"Why's that?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Because she's here with her new boyfriend."

With a sinking feeling in his stomach, Draco turned his gaze to Astoria once more and this time found that someone else had joined her. He recognized the boy - Sebastian Daley, a Slytherin in Astoria's year. Draco felt a mix of disappointment and hatred surge in him as he watched Astoria's supposed boyfriend snake an arm around her waist and kiss her cheek.

"Look - I'd be surprised if he's 'the one' or anything like that," Daphne started, "but please promise me you won't push him out of a window or something. This is my sister we're talking about."

Draco turned his head to look at Daphne once again and forced a soft chuckle. "I promise, don't worry," he said. "Guess I should take care of myself first, anyways."

Daphne gently patted him on the pack, a kind smile on her face. If she was being perfectly honest, the Draco she had known before the war would have been absolutely perfect for Astoria. Pureblood idealism aside, he had always been a perfect gentleman and had had quite the knack for the kind of sweet romantic gestures that Astoria lived for. Now, though, things were different, and Daphne had thought Draco had put it quite well - better to take care of himself before involving anyone else.

Their brief moment of comfort was, unfortunately, rudely interrupted in that moment by the sound of a disgusting splat. With frowns on their faces, everyone looked around the room, searching for the source of the sound. Again, splat. This time, everyone saw the gooey substance dripping down one of the windows.

"What in Merlin's name is that?" Draco asked as he nodded toward the window.

Daphne felt a displeased glare forming on her face. "Eggs," she muttered darkly. "Someone's egging my fucking house."

Turning her head, Daphne found her mother's eyes and curtly said, "I'll handle this," before turning on her heel and briskly walking out of the room.

She faintly heard Keegan's voice say, "I'll go after her," before hearing the sound of his footsteps running to catch up with her.

As soon as he had fallen into step with her, Daphne coldly said, "I can take care of this, I don't need a supervisor."

"I know, but if you need me, I'm here," Keegan replied as Daphne pushed open the front doors to the manor.

Daphne came to a stop once they reached the gates and turned to look at Keegan. She could see the worry very clear on his face and smiled at him. "Look, I know what I'm doing - trust me," she said quietly.

Keegan simply nodded, and that was all Daphne needed.

Turning to face the gates, Daphne took out her wand and cast a Disillusionment Charm on herself. Then, she stepped forward and every so slowly pushed open the front gates of the manor. As the gate opened wider, she could see the perpetrators - three young-looking boys - freeze as their wide eyes fixated on the gate. There was newfound fear in their gazes, because from where they were standing, the gate was opening all on its own. They looked to be about second or third years, so it didn't take long for Daphne to formulate the perfect plan.

Daphne walked towards them quietly and went behind them. She leaned forward, her mouth close to one of the boys' ear, as she hoarsely whispered, "You've upset the ghosts of the manor, boy."

All three boys yelped, jumping forward at her voice. "Where are you? Who are you?" he shouted, panic etched on his face.

Daphne mustered a rather comical cackle. "I am the oldest Greengrass ghost, and now that you've defiled my home, I will haunt you for the rest of your days!"

With that, the three boys shrieked loudly and ran off. Daphne watched them round the corner before taking her wand out and removing the Disillusionment Charm. She crossed her arms, a proud smirk on her face as Keegan stepped through the gates and walked towards her. He looked down at her with an amused grin.

"You really are quite crazy, you know that?" he asked jokingly.

"Oh, you know you like it," Daphne replied with a sly smile.

"Well, I guess I can't deny that," Keegan admitted with a shrug, his hands moving to Daphne's waist. "This place is wearing you out, isn't it?" he asked quietly as he met her eyes.

Daphne slowly nodded, the smile on her face transforming into a look of worry. "I'm the only one that works - and I'd hardly call Curse-Breaker training a steady income," she said quietly, "and Mum just drives me mad, but I guess... family legacy is family legacy, even for me."

"What if..." Keegan started slowly as he pulled Daphne closer to him, "I happened to have a spare key to my place with your name on it."

"You want me to move in with you?" Daphne asked, a surprised look dawning on her face.

"Sure - but on the condition that the ghosts stay here," he replied cheekily.

"I... I have to think on it, if that's all right," Daphne replied slowly. Her gaze shifted to the manor as she quietly added, "It may seem silly but the idea of leaving this place for good... it kind of scares me."

"Of course that's all right," Keegan replied softly. He gently grabbed hold of her hand. "Shall we head back inside then, ghost of Greengrass Manor?"

"Her full name is Lucretia Octavia Greengrass, mind you, and she says yes."

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