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The Lifeaters (III.5)

V. Crush-ing it

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: Unlike last year, nothing was going to stop this school year

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 2,3 k

Notes: Anyways… let’s keep swimming

The night you spent all together in the great hall had been so much fun! giggling, talking and gossiping to late hours of the night, and then sleeping next to your closest friend

Draco had taken well the fact that you were trapped in Muggle studies, blaming it on Snape rather than on you, “my father will hear about this”, he said, and you were relieved

Your group was closer than ever, even Tracy, who for the last two years had been a bit of a “lone wolf”. Your group of 10 closest friends.

But also the night was a bit revealing, it turns out Black had tried to sneak into the Gryffindor common room, he had ripped a portrait that was the door to their private space

They were always in the middle of everything, weren’t they?

But you had your own things to worry about… your first match was coming nearer, and the weather was only getting worse

Trainings were brutal, you ended up moody all over, and the rain was making you slip from your broom and almost fall from it, Draco was all too happy watching you from the stands, claiming that he was going to be able to play in the actual game, but didn’t want to “chance it” with his arm, even though he was totally fine, at least to you.

You had to ask Marcus (who as he was in last year he had permission to go to Hogsmeade more often), to go to Dervish and Banges to buy some adhesive gum for the handle of the

brooms.

But the date of the game…

It was Thursday today, you woke up… feeling terribly uncomfortable… again, and lucky for you, it was pouring, and Draco kept whining about his arm

Flint looked at the two of you

“And what’s up with you Basilik?”, he asked softly, he always spoke softly to you, not to your other team members though

“I don’t feel very well”, you muttered, unconsciously wrapping your arms against your midsection, he looked at the gesture with a frown

“Oh I get it, I have two older sisters”, he grumbled, “I’ll talk to Hooch and Wood”, he said, and walked away

“Really?”, you asked

“Yes, we can’t play in this weather anyways”, he said with a small smile, “and I understand Basilik, but don’t let it be a bother again”, he demanded, and you only nodded

“Yes captain”, you said shyly

“Do you really don’t feel good?”, asked Draco, “what was that about?”

“It’s true”, you muttered

“Are you alright?”, he asked

“Yes! I will be”, you said surely

“Did you go to the infirmary?”, he insisted

“Draco”, you said, a bit more violet that you would like, “I’m fine”, from one second to the next his face paled, and he seemed horrified

“Oh! I’m sorry!”, he said quickly, looking into his pockets, “here, a chocolate frog”

“What? why?”, you asked him, receiving the treat from his trembling hand

“Just because”, he said simply. He smiled shakily and nodded. You just shook your head, and went back inside before a huge storm fell over your heads.

The school day was over, and you almost sighed in relief when you saw Pansy, with whom you’d had marvelous talks about… girlhood

With a look she knew, and you sat by her side in the couch

“Those days uh?”, she asked, you only nodded, but as Draco saw that Tracy, Daphne and Milicent joined you, he ran off to his own room.

But it was not an excuse for the Defense against the dark arts you had, double period, Friday.

You were sitting next to Draco, holding yourself to not cuddle against his arm, you needed to cuddle something, or someone…

But it wasn’t professor Lupin who entered the room next, it was professor Snape, to your disappointment

You admired him, he was the head professor of your house, but you could barely take him in the Potion’s classroom, and Defense against the dark arts was your relief. Even though this was the position he coveted the most, he was the best at potions!

“Turn to page 394”, he commanded with his drawling voice

“Excuse me, sir. Where's Professor Lupin?”, asked Potter

“That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?”, he asked, there is no one that he hated more than Potter, but he turned to the class nonetheless, “Suffice it to say your professor finds himself incapable of teaching… at the present time. Turn to page 394”, he insisted, to see there were some that didn’t even have their books over their tables yet

"Werewolves?”, you asked

“Sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks”, said Granger this time, gods she was annoying, “We're not meant to start that for weeks…”

“Quiet”, he warned, there is nothing he disliked more than being contradicted, “Now, which one of you can tell me the difference...between an Animagus and a werewolf?”, you raised your hand, the answer in your mind, “Baislik”, he called, even though Granger was almost jumping off of her seat.

“An Animagus is a person that chooses to turn into an animal, after completing a lot of complicated rituals to become one, but a Werewolf…”, oh you shouldn't have answered

“A werewolf has no choice”, completed Granger with a smug face, “With each full moon… he no longer remembers who he is. He'd kill his best friend if it crossed his path… Furthermore the werewolf only responds to the call of its own kind”, Draco mocked Granger by howling into the class, making you laugh

“Thank you, Mr. Malfoy. That's the second time you've spoken out of turn, Miss Granger, are you incapable of restraining yourself or do you take pride in being an insufferable know-it-all?”, he growled, making you smile, was he actually defending you?, “Five points from Gryffindor”, Draco giggled by your side, nudging your side.

“As an antidote to your ignorance, and on my desk, by Monday morning two rolls of parchment on the werewolf, with emphasis on recognizing it”, everyone growled and you were so relieved to not play tomorrow

The class continued as nothing had happened, it was the most boring class of defense against the dark arts of the year, and you wondered that if Snape coveted this position that much, shouldn’t he put more work into it?

Draco started doodling a comic of Potter being struck by lightning while he was playing, and you thought it was hilarious, you actually helped him, drawing a quidditch player throwing a bludger at his head, with a tap of your wand, the picture started moving, and you giggled when Draco turned it into a paper plane and threw it at him

Did you really have to make this huge assignment?

You felt terrible, but…with the correct amount of chocolate you were ready to attend the game, even though it was pouring, a full storm raging on, you wanted to skip it, you really did, because, what was the point? you could barely see! but all your friends were going so… and Pansy so much as dragged you under her umbrella.

As you were walking towards the pitch, under a tightly held umbrella, you passed by Potter

“If only my arm was fully healed”, mocked Draco, “such a pity”, you even felt better at his words, and to see Potter’s face, Potter’s wet face

An artwork

“Let’s go to the boxes”, you insisted, you wanted to walk arm in arm with Draco, but… Pansy gave you pleading eyes so you were forced into facing the storm alone… until… Matthew wrapped his arm around yours

He was taller than you… and… sturdier… so you didn't complain when he hid under your umbrella, Greg on your other side

it was hard to watch, as you anticipated, but the storm gave the match something else, something powerful to it

It was even, you had heard that Hufflupuff had a new captain and seeker, and you could tell there was a big difference between them this year, and the last. Marcus had been so determined that you had been slacking in what Quidditch strategy is referring to.

So you did your best to keep in mind their plays, and strategies, even though they could have been changed due to the weather.

Thunderstruck the field, catching the broom of a player, you expect more than one injured player today, it was even more interested to watch, as the players kept slipping off their brooms

You haven't been in a game in almost a year, due to last year’s cancellation.

The game was intense, truly intense, the storm wasn’t waning and players went from one side to the next. It was electric! and not only because of lightning

You were watching an excellent maneuver from the Hufflepuff’s chasers when suddenly, everyone started gasping and screaming, you looked up and saw both seekers, going up, up, up in the air in the search of that little golden thing

The golden snitch

they got lost in the clouds and you tried to paid no more mind to Potter, but to no avail as Cedric Diggory fell from the skies to everyone’s surprise

From one second to the next, the sky was filled with Dementors, and Potter was plummeting to his certain death. Everyone was shouting, gasping and crying, pointing to the falling seeker.

It all happened so quickly, Dumbledore was watching the game, as he used to, and casted a spell so loud, the whole stadium

“Arresto Momentum!”, Potter stopped falling, landing slowly on the wet grass

Dementors were falling from the sky, over the pitch, and before you could do something, a blinding bright light covered the entire stadium, again, from Dumbledore’s hand, a spell so powerful it send all the Dementors away in a heartbeat

The game continued, despite it all, Cedric Diggory caught the snitch, and Draco was so shaken he didn’t even spoke against Dumbledore as he was also the witness to the most incredible spell any of us had ever seen

Say what you want about Dumbledore, he was a sucky headmaster, but he indeed was one of the greatest wizards that ever lived.

So the match had it all, intensity, a raging storm, players falling from their brooms, an incredible display of magic, but what was more important… A flagrant defeat for Gryffindor

You couldn’t stop smiling

Potter had a huge drop from the skies, and they had lost the match. He was in the infirmary next to a Hufflepuff that had been struck by lightning

it was still pouring, so you had no choice but to go back to the common room, that was buzzing with excitement

it was a nice, and cozy weekend, you stayed in the common room, the elves in the kitchen already preparing wintery comfort food, and you even took time with your friends for some studying, and helping those who were behind in class, and you even wrote the essay for Snape, even though it was a secret out loud that Lupin had clarified that you didn’t have to write it.

The week came nonetheless, soon it was monday and the classes started long for Muggle studies and Care for magical creatures, which was now very boring because Hagrid had lost his foot after what happened with Buckbeak

You still had to prepare a huge work for Muggle class, to find an object you could find in a muggle house and write a paper, describing it, how it was made, how it work, and what is was for, and you were panicking, you didn't had a clue, neither did Theo or Matthew

Draco had decided to take off his bandages, even though his arm was still tender, you had a game coming up, one that you couldn’t shake off, Ravenclaw, as opposed of Hufflepuff, and Professor Hooch didn’t care anymore if Draco’s arm wasn’t exhaled by then

It was in a couple of weeks, at the first Saturday of December

Now you were in potions, it was a light class, and there was an air of relief and happiness over your house, mainly because the Gryffindors were looking so gloomy.

Draco had taken full advantage to the fact that he didn’t had his bandages anymore, and perform great impressions of Potter falling off of his broom that had you cackling, even Snape was smirking when he thought nobody was looking

Weasley cracked sooner than you expected, Draco was in the middle of his impression when he was hit, straight in the face, by a wet and slippery crocodile heart.

“Ah!”, moaned Draco, and you actually didn’t want to touch him as he had goo on his face

“What is wrong with you Weasley?”, you asked him

“50 points from Gryffindor”, said Snape who was on the other side of the classroom but managed to turn just in time to witness the throwing

“50!?”, asked Weasley, you mocked him good yourself, when he was not looking, you threw a little dead slug in his cauldron, it was going to make the potion turn soggy, not at all what Snape was asking for, and at the end of the class, he got a bad grade

You were so tired of them, what happened last year coming back to you, If they thought you were the worst kind of person, maybe you should be, at least to them

Another week went by and you found yourself with broom in hand, ready to start the game

“Draco, watch out for Cho Chang, the new seeker”, muttered Flint, “we have faster brooms, but look over your shoulder, she tends to be a follower”

“Yeah, I’ll lose her in no time”, he muttered

“The Ravenclaws are smart”, said Pucey, “but we are faster than them”

“Yes, Beaters, you know what to do, keep the Bludgers into the kill zone, Basilik”, he called

“Yes?”

“You know what to do as well, you are still small enough to slip in, you need to keep that going, alright?”

“Yes Captain”

But it didn’t work

You sometimes forgot that you weren’t the only ones who watched every single game in search of the other team’s weaknesses, that they also studied your strategies, and consequently, had also devised ways to… try to win

You couldn’t have a window, you spend more time trying to evade the bludgers the Rvaenclaw’s beaters were throwing at you, they wouldn’t let you receive, pressing you between them both as soon as you got the Quaffle, and then they practiced the Parkin’s pinzer, and you fell for it

It was a good game, usually with the Ravenclaw it was quick, smart, with lots of strategy behind every play, the Slytherins were resourceful and clever, to Ravenclaw’s wits and intelligence.

You felt like they took out the best in you, in a wordless strategy with your captain, you fought back, with strength, waking up from your stupor

Draco had no interest in Cho, so he went to search for the snitch, rather than wait for the slippery little thing to come to him, so you usually found him going from one place to the next, also assisting in pressing on the other team

Your beaters got you an opening, so you did the classic movement in your team, Adrian and Marcus with the quaffle, taking all the attention of the Ravenclaw’s beaters so you swoop in from the outside of the pitch, Adrian passed on to you, and you managed to score

The only you you managed on the entire game

One goal by every chaser, and then, a bludger hit you on your side, taking your breath away, you were luckily closer to the ground, and managed to stay atop your broom, but you had to stop to recover, for only a few seconds, Marcus was going to ask for a timeout, but to no need…

Draco caught the snitch

DRACO CAUGHT THE SNITCH!

The next thing you knew, you had a horrible bruise over your ribcage, and you had trouble moving your arm but, Marcus’ friends of seventh year raised you in the air of the common room, as they did the entire team

Around you, a party was unraveling, the music was playing loud and they were all cheering for you

And it was only the first game of the season! this was going to be amazing!

You were on top of the world

#misguidedlifeaters #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #harry potter and the prisoner of azkaban #draco malfoy #pansy parkinson #slytherin!reader #house slytherin #slytherin boys #slytherin #slytherin house #matthew gaunt #mattheo riddle

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misguidedasgardian · 2 days

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Yes! Put on some makeup… believe me I took a thousand photos but the pink doesn’t show very well jejeje it’s some sort of shimmering pink

I don't want to disturb you, but I wanted to show you my new eye makeup

BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE IT! send me more!

(when I do my make up I will reblog it with a pic of my own! jiji)

Here I will tag my very best friend (in person and in here), that she LOVES makeup and taught me much of what I know about makeup!

@amisti

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misguidedasgardian · 3 days

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I thought I was the only one who was getting scared because of this! I'm glad I'm not alone... and now i'm int he middle of the show Friends! age-like speaking JAJAJA

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

#misguidedsays

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misguidedasgardian · 3 days

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I don't want to disturb you, but I wanted to show you my new eye makeup

BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE IT! send me more!

(when I do my make up I will reblog it with a pic of my own! jiji)

Here I will tag my very best friend (in person and in here), that she LOVES makeup and taught me much of what I know about makeup!

@amisti

#misguidedsays

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REMINDER

I said this before and I say this again, my blog is a safe space, for people of all ethnicities and colors, and weights, I try to be as ambiguous as I can when it comes to my reader inserts... Of course I might fail

Yes I'm a latina women, (saying this because I was born in Latinoamerica, my parents and my family for many generations are from Latinoamerica), yes I am pale as a ghost (like my family, we are all caucasian), yes If you see a picture of me you would think I'm from the US, or Canada, or Europe, (yes when I was travelling in Europe EVERYONE seemed surprised that I was from South America)

And... I was raised in a very conservative environment, my parents are older (boomers), I was some sort of a miracle baby, so... yes, I was raised in the country with very conservative catholic views and mainly in the very right side of politics too, whatever that means to you

And I have been learning of the world, with an open mind.

And yes when I write I might let slip about customs and behaviours that are proper of my culture and beliefs...

But that's it

Yes my readers are all heterosexual and pronouns she/her but apart from that...

I'm always learning too, so bear with me

I will not stand with bullies, or racists

Peace out

and for FUCKS SAKE

Not be a racist and/or a bully, like, its not THAT FUCKING HARDDDDD!?!?!?!

WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU????

Live and let live!

#misguidedsays #hodt fandom drama

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misguidedasgardian · 3 days

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I just gotta say, I'm just learning about this now, and I think this is insanity.

I will not deny, I had one of this writers in high regard, like, really, I even had a tag for her for when we communicated, (openly in Tumblr). and I read everything she wrote about HotD, and I never thought she would be involved in something like this

I thought this fandom, was about writing, kinkyness, angst, and fun, and escaping the real world, and live different lives, and I cannot believe, nor will I ever, why would they have a space for hate amongst all these positive things?? I mean... WHY!?

Do you really take the time to actually see and bully someone because of where they are from? It would never occur to me to do that, it would never cross my mind

Yes it might be impersonal, but when I come in here I see blogs, I see usernames, and I see what they write, I support those who I like, and I just let them go if I don't, that's it

I used to be sad that I couldn't have that extra step, and actually make like... personal friends... and communicate with them in a more personal note, or in groups like Discord, but I can't believe that ways of communication are being use for.

Anyways... i'm rambling, just gotta say that I keep writing obsenities here, more dissapointed than yesterday, and I also want to add, that this... TRULY surprised me, like I would have never expected this from this fandom, and from these people

FFFUUUUUCCCCCKKKKK

Y'ALL CAN EXCUSE RACISM?

Let's get one thing straight: I have no part in this chaotic mess (infact, I have blocked all the accounts mentioned below), but it's grinding my gears how it's devolving into another petty fanfic drama: case 607. I know this drama is getting the attention for certain individuals who are demonstrating mean girl behaviour and gossiping about other writers behind their backs. However, I am solely focused on addressing the racist and discriminatory remarks made by these individuals in the leaked text messages.

For those not in the loop, there's been a huge drama in the fanfic community involving leaked text messages from a group chat of four prominent members. In these messages, two users - Fae and Bel - have admitted to sending hate anons and talking smack about other writers behind their backs. Two other members left the group after it was revealed that B tried to make amends with someone who these two, Em and Ange, don't particularly care for. As a move to clear their names, Em exposed all the texts, trying to prove that Fae and Bel are the real villains here.

But wait, there's more! In these same chats, Bel not only mocked fellow non-English speakers but also bragged about sending rat emojis to an 18-year-old Pakistani writer who was already receiving racist anons. While everyone is focused on getting back at these two women for being shady af, it's mind-boggling how Em and Ange are suddenly jumping on the anti-racism train.

These two ladies stayed in the same chat as a fellow Pakistani writer was driven away because of racism, knowing full well that one of their own was contributing to it, and said NOTHING! Zero discouragement, no condemnation - they only hopped off when things got personal.

So here it is… I've had it with all of you hypocrites. You praise and encourage these women at every turn, feeding their egos like they're the second coming of Beyonce. But let's not forget who's always stirring up drama in this fandom - hint: it's these same people with a sense of entitlement the size of a planet. The issue is groupthink and y'all have all jumped on the bandwagon. You're worse than HBO's marketing department because just like their shitty teams, everyone involved here SUCKS ASS. You don't have to pick a side because they are all petty, mean losers. Bel and Fae are facing the consequences of their actions, which they rightfully deserve.

However, Em's exposé on Bel's racism seems more like an opportunistic move and it's disappointing that so many of you are supporting it. It's a predictable cycle now; there will be a half-hearted apology, an announcement of a hiatus, and then tons of people will flock to their inboxes to shower them with praise and excuses. It's ridiculous! I know there are many who feel the same way as me but are afraid to speak up because they don't want to upset the "village elders" and risk losing their connections and engagements. It's a joke atp!

Instead of taking responsibility for their own wrongdoings, they will come up with a list of 10 different cyber crimes by others to divert attention from their own nonsense. These very same women have confessed to creating multiple fake accounts, secretly stalking servers without mods noticing, and constantly harassing individuals through anon messages.

Yet, we are supposed to consider them as examples of moral integrity and ethical behavior? 😒

#misguidedsays

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I need to...

I know it's been too long! like REALLY but I want you to know it's coming! the problem is... that I completely lost my inspiration for the chapter that is supposed to be "The Watergardens", because a part of being of the girls, reader and Sara, in the Watergardens in Dorne, having a nice girl time... there is nothing... and the second chapter "The Loveshack", ITS HUGE! Like really really huge! so, I need some more content for the first chapter... see what I mean?

I will watch some Adam Sandler movies and see what I can do, and the boys are in a roadtrip trough the North so... a little miscomunnication trope? a bit of angst? or maybe some sillyness like... the girls get robbes in the middle of nowhere and they have to endure some "Adventures" if they want to return back to the hotel?

Any idea is welcomed! like... PLEASE

#misguidedneed #cregan stark #jacaerys velaryon #sara snow

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misguidedasgardian · 4 days

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Uufff I’m loving this series! The strain of the relationship with Rhaenyra? I loved that… the concept of the “exiled princess”, and AAAAHHH the relationship with Cregan!? Can’t wait how to develop! 😱😱😱

Lord Husband Masterlist

For young medieval girls who have NO interest in being married

Chapter 1 Chapter 6

Chapter 2 Chapter 7

Chapter 3 Chapter 8

Chapter 4 Chapter 9

Chapter 5 Chapter 10

#misguidedmustreads #followup #Cregan stark

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The Lifeaters (III.4)

IV. Hogsmeade

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You thought everything was going so so great…

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 4.1 k

Notes: If you see something say something, come on and party tonightttt woooo

You placed your broom on its stand over the common room table, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one there, it was late at night, the next day, you had a free first period so you could have a late night study session with your… muggle studies partners in crime

Theo and Matt

This week was the start of the Quidditch season, and you were so excited you had to give your broom their monthly maintenance

“Alright so… muggles use this…. thing… called electricity”, muttered Theo reading his book, “and that is why they have synthetic light… and something that is called a Television?”, he said with difficulty

“Synthetic? but how?”, you asked, as you were trimming the edges of the bristle of your broom

“What is a television?”, asked Matthew

“Well, according to the pictures… apparently Muggles lock little people inside a box and watch them perform for their entertainment”, said Theo

“How little?”, asked Matthew, rubbing his chin, Theo showed him a picture, “that can’t be right”, he muttered, squinting at the old picture

“No, slavery was abolished in both Muggle and magical world long ago”, you said

“But maybe those anti-slavery laws don’t apply to these little people”

“So… muggles have like… house-elves? but in the shape of tiny humans?”, you asked

You three took long moments to ponder on that fact, and Theo turned the page around

“We are gonna fail muggle studies”, he said, frowning, “apparently there is no such thing as little people locked in a box”

“So what is television?”, asked Matthew, Theo kept frowning, reading forwards

“It doesn’t say”, he said, “but in the course introduction the professor said we were going to watch a… what the muggles call a movie”, he muttered, “and it is perform in a television”

“movie, what is that?”, asked Matthew

“Sounds fun”, you offered

“It’s like a play, only… you watch it in a box”

“That’s odd”, muttered Matthew, you knew he was burning on the inside, but he had kept himself from saying horrible comments of the muggles, he was actually interested, rather than disgusted, or that is what it seemed like.

“But how are we going to watch it, if we need electricity?”, asked Theo

“What was electricity again?”, you asked. Theo kept reading

“It doesn’t say”, he concluded. He kept reading the book you had taken out of the library, and while he do it, you started polishing the handle on your broom, with a big jar of Fleetwood's High-finish handle polish

“Right now?”, he asked

“Quidditch season is about to start”, you said simply, “I have to keep my place in the team”

“Alright we need to choose an Muggle item and do a couple of parchments on it”, muttered Theo, “the topic is… items you can find in a muggle house”

“Professor Burbage gave us a list”, you said, walking to the table to reach your piece of parchment

“What is a.. rubber duck?”, you asked, nobody knew

Things were looking up in school, Defense against the dark arts had finally reached the level of interest that you knew it could reach, you were having so much fun with Professor Lupin and after the boggart that professor Lupin had managed to catch, he had also ACTUALLY showed you Red Caps, that were a small goblin-like creature that enjoyed blood baths. Then you went onto Kappas, actually went into the black lake to gaze upon them, monkey-like creatures with scales instead of fur

You were enjoying it only too much, you had begun to flinch every time Draco would mock how Lupin dressed, until you made him stop. And he did, with grumbles, but he did

There was a lot of things Draco had stopped doing because of you, or in behalf of you

And you felt terribly guilty because of how much fun you were having in Muggle studies, and you will rather be caught dead than admit it, and theo did as well, but you were having the most fun

Not Matthew though, you tried to really get to him, if he was truly enjoying the classes and he really, really wasn’t.

You were curious about muggles and the way they lived but once you started uncovering it, Matthew felt rather… disgusted by them, now hating them with actual “evidence”, that they were weak, and strange, different from us, that they didn’t do magic…

You felt guilty after every class, because you were actually hiding the fact that you were in that class altogether.

There was no way of stopping Draco though, because, Care of magical creatures had become so boring and dull… Hagrid had lost all motivation, and he was scared of introducing you to more creature so he had you looking after the more dull creatures in the land, some worms and whatnot

But luckily, there was always Quidditch

You were on the field, with your Nimbus 2001 and Draco by your side.

It was Marcus Flint’s last year ever, and he seemed truly excited, and determined, to win the cup for Slytherin -again-

“I want Malfoy and Basilik”, he said, determined, you and Draco shared excited looks, he wasn’t even going to put you on “trial” to stay on the team. Adrian will also stay on his position as Chaser alongside you and Marcus , so, there was little change to many’s dismay

For the second year, you were the only woman on the team, even though there were older girls wanting to tryout

Marcus had you by his side on the air as he did actually oversee the tryouts, even though the team was full, he wanted to have spares for each of you, in case something may befall you

“Do you really want me on the team?”, you asked Marcus, he looked back at you

“You score like five goals for match, of course I do”, he said, and you were so relieved that nobody could wipe the smile of your face for the rest of the day

Fall was approaching quickly, and with it, came heavy rains, storms and later the powerful winter, but you were excited for the Quidditch winter gear as last year Quidditch season was canceled due to the attacks by the Basilisk and the chamber and all that, this year… nothing or no one could ruin this season.

Nothing

The team, luckily for you, stayed the same as last year, Marcus, Adrian and you as chasers, Peregrine Derrick and Lucian Boyle as beaters, they were both fifth years, and then Draco as a seeker, and Miles Blatchley as the Keeper.

You were feeling confident, you had played together last year, you had a great start.

What concerned you, and also Marcus… was Draco… he lost the snitch last year because he was too busy trying to mock Potter, and he needed to let that go if you were to win against Gryffindor that was your very first match, in around a month or so

Marcus gave you the training schedule, and thanks to himself and Snape, you had very good schedules, three times a week, right after classes.

You were having fun in your classes, you were on the Quidditch team, and now… Halloween was coming soon

And with it, your first weekend in Hogsmeade

“I’m so excited to go to Hogsmeade”, yous aid as you took a seat with difficulty on the common room couches

Your buttocks and thighs hurt like hell, after the first week of Quidditch training, but it was because you hadn't use the broomstick on a while

“Our very own all-witching town”, said Draco with a smirk, “my father was not going to let me go, since Black is at large, but I told him he would never dare to come near us”, he said

“Do you really think he would come here? To Hogwarts?”, asked Blaise, taking a seat on the opposite couch

“You know, they say he is insane!”, said Draco, “The minister himself said that he heard him chanting, “he is at Hogwarts! He is at hogwarts!” he clearly is coming here to murder Potter”, he said so happy.

“Why?”, you asked him, :you never told me the real story”

“Nobody knows the full details”, he said dismissively, “but it's said that he was a spy, for the Dark Lord, against the blood traitors, so, he revealed his true colors by betraying the Potters, telling the Dark Lord about their location”

“So he is a snitch”, you mocked

“For the Dark Lord”, said Draco with a smile, “now he will finish what he started, he will come here to kill Potter, because he is the one that made the Dark Lord go away”

“So a murderous maniac is coming into the castle to kill Potter, and you are ok with that?”, asked Theo

“It seems crazy to me, why would he come to Potter while he is in the Muggle world?”, asked Pansy, “wouldn’t that be easier?”. that made Draco chuckle and Pansy blushed scandalously.

“Anyways, who wants to talk about Potter?”, asked Matthew, “Maybe Black will do us the favor of getting rid of him so he’ll stop ruining every school year”, you all laughed. “What I really want to know is… who wants to go to the shrinking shack with me?”, he asked and he looked at you

“They say is the most haunted house in Europe!”, said Theo excitedly

“But they say it's impossible to get in”, you muttered sadly

“Well, because we have never tried before”, mocked Matthew

“What I want to know is… if Hogsmeade is an all-wizard community, will we be able to do magic there?”, asked Daphne

“No, I don’t think there is a loophole there, I think no underage wizards are able to do magic outside of Hogwarts, ever”, said Blaise

“I can’t wait to get to Zonko’s”, said Matthew with a big smile, “buy some Dungbombs”

“As long as you don’t throw them in here”, mocked Theo

“I want to go and check out…”

“Honeydukes”, answered Draco for you, and you felt your cheeks heated but nodded enthusiastically

“Yes, I want to try the fudge”, you giggled, “but also… the Dervish and Banges”

“Oh yeah, the wizarding equipment shop”, said Blaise

“Yeah, and afterwards, we can go to the three broomsticks and have some butterbeer”, said Matthew

“Yes!”

“Totally!”

Days went by quite quickly, and soon, you were giggling with Pansy and Daphne in your room.

Your boots that even though had heels were really comfortable, and you were so happy with the things Pansy had made you buy when you spend that day together in Diagon Alley, as you put on your new favorite jacket

“You look so cute, but… for who?”, she teased

“Nobody”, you said mindedly, you knew she had

“I bet it’s for Theo”, Daphne said with a somewhat dark tone that sounded a bit mean

“no, not really”

“Matthew?”, teased Pansy

“No!”, you said loudly, “no one!”

With heated cheeks you went to meet everyone outside, the boys were giggling and snickering as you walked to them, and Draco seemed crossed to a blushed Matthew

Draco smiled at the sight of the three of you

“Ready?”, you asked excitedly, Filch was in the entrance, checking names from a list, as it was the first time for you all third-years, you were all in the courtyard

“Remember, those visits to Hogsmeade village are a privilege!”, said McGonaggal with her serious face, “should your behavior reflect poorly to the school, it will not be extended again”

You all nodded for her to just let you go, and you started the walk to the village, you looked away when you walked by the dementors guarding the gates to Hogwarts.

It was already 31st of October, Halloween! you were going to spend all day in Hogsmeade and then the famous Halloween feast! your smile couldn’t be erased off your face

You were a big group, even amongst your friends… the village appeared in front of you and you were so happy, but your group of 10 didn’t split.

First you came across the post office, which impressed you with a hundred owls, of all sizes and color, some of them could fly internationally! you wondered if you could train Umbra to go to France and back

“Let’s go to Honeydukes”, you didn't even realize Matt was this close to you, but the rest of your friends was going the other way

“Oh”, you doubted, you didn’t want to split from the group, but it would be rude if you refused him, so you nodded and started walking with him. Draco and consequently Pansy noticed, so they stayed behind and went with you

Matthew now seemed crossed, but he didn't say anything as Pansy and you stuck your faces into the big showcases filled with different flavored fudges

You bought a box

“I would like a marble, the one with strawberries, mint, white chocolate, and the one with dark currants”, you started picking yours, and Pansy chose her own box

“I’ll pay for that”, muttered Draco

“No, it was my idea, I’m going to invite her”, said Matthew, you and Pansy exchanged looks, “you invite Parkinson’s, I’ll invite Basilik…”

“I ALWAYS pay for Basilik’s treats”, said Draco angrily

“Guys”, Pansy was over the moon, you were even concerned for this weird development, you took out sickles for your box, but Matthew grabbed your hand and payed himself, alongside his own treats, and Drco, with a frown, payed for Pansy and his own

“Thank you Matt, you shouldn’t have”, you whispered

“You are most welcome”, he said with a smile

The group had walked away already, you catched a glimpse of MIlicent and Vince turning a corner

You looked back and catched Draco and Matthew gazing at each other like they were challenging one another to some duel or something

“We can go to Zonko’s”, you suggested, and Matthew then came out of his stupor, looked at you and nodded, and you four directed yourselves there

Zonko's joke shop was brilliant! you had never thought about jokes and tricks before, but you had an amazing time inside it

You could try everything they sold in there, and Matthew bought a bunch of stuff, you yourself even bought a “tempest in a bottle”, it was a glass bottle that contained, as the name entailed, a little storm

It was supposed to be a prank, to make it rain inside a room, once released, it would release a storm for fifteen minutes, but it looked so beautiful inside the bottle that you probably just were going to let it sit on your nightstand

This time, while Matthew wasn’t looking, you paid for his dungbombs

“Only Basilik would but a tempest in a bottle just to look at it”, teased pansy, grabbing into your arm as you walked down the street

“I found it truly mesmerizing!”, you said with a wide smile

“Let’s go to the shrieking shack!”, said Pansy, pointing at a street that led to the outside of town

“Yeah! let’s do it!”, said Matthew, you shared concerned looks with Draco, you were not the bravest of the bunch but you didn’t want to seem cowardly in front of Pansy and Matthew, and well, you were four, and had your wands with you, what could go wrong?

You reached the last barrier of the house, a poorly made wired fence

You doubted, but you were also skeptical, it seemed like an abandoned house, just that, and you had heard that it was the most haunted house in Europe, but not because an awful massacre had occurred there, only because… so… it couldn’t be that bad, right?

But as you were walking down a narrow road, you stopped suddenly as Draco had spotted something in the distance

“What’s that!?”, he asked, pointing, when you saw a huge, huge black dog. he came at you, with a quick pace

“Look!”, you shrieked, “A doggy!”

“Ah!”, Draco screamed, scared, “I don't know what that thing is but it is not a dog!”, Matthew seemed scared, but you and pansy came close to it, and he let you pet him, at least, he looked lke a “he”

“Nonsense, look how cute!”, yes it was true it was an abnormally large dog, but he let you get close enough to pet him, he cooed under your touch, “hey doggy, are you alone? Do you have a home?”

“Basilik for Merlin’s sake leave that animal alone, maybe what kind of diseases it has!”, said Matthew.

Caressing unknown dogs was a dangerous thing, even for wizards, but you couldn’t help it, the dog smelled you your hands and face

“Are you hungry boy?”, you asked, but you didn’t have anything with you, and right now, you couldn’t conjure or transfigure anything, as you couldn’t do magic outside of school.

“Basilik, for the last time, please, leave that dog!”, muttered Draco

“it’s hungry!”, you said, you looked into your bag, and you found a muffin you were not going to eat, as you cast a small spell, to turn it into mince meat, small spells were not that detectable, and then you gave it to the dig, who eat it earnestly

“Please, can we go now? we promised we were going to go to the three broomsticks”, said Draco

Taking this huge dog to the school was out of the question, it broke your heart to leave him, until… he left you first, with a last -what you thought was- a sad look, the dog trotted away quickly, so you didn't felt as bad that you couldn’t take him if he didn’t want to go with you

“Let’s go, and please wash your hands”, said Draco, and you and Pansy walked back to town and to the three broomsticks to meet with the others.

You couldn’t stop giggling and talking about what a great time it has been as you walked back to the castle right at sundown

And now it came something even better

You and hold onto the fudge and not eat it right away, because the feast was waiting for you

Halloween was your favorite holiday

The candles in the skies where pumpkins, above them near the clouded ceiling, were bats flying haphazardly, and all around the candlesticks and torches were orange streamers. It looked great like always.

The food, as always, was creepy and delicious, you even managed to get several servings of profiteroles filled with ice cream and bathed in chocolate.

At the very end, the ghosts popped out of the wall, they floated around, and started reenacting their deaths… Even the bloody Baron told your table… how he died…

And nearly headless Nick told gladly the story of his infamous name.

As you were leaving the great hall, you ended up next to Potter, to which Draco couldn’t help but whisper

“The dementors send their regards, Potter!”

You were doing a bit of flaunting the things you had bought to your friends in the common room, when Marcus himself strode inside the room

“That fudge looks good Basilik, give me some?”, he asked, reaching, you snatched your box away and looked at him angrily

“Wanna’ lose a hand there Flint?”, you threatened

“I’m your quidditch team captain!”, he said, entertained

“Try me”, you said, and he removed his hand.

All the Slytherins were in the common room, all too excited by the feast, the sugar and the visit to Hogsmeade to go to sleep, but you didn’t have too

The Head Boy -who you couldn’t name right now- came rushing in, along with the head Girl

“Black has entered the castle!”, he said hastily, all houses have to present themselves in sleeping attire in the great hall

It was mayhem in the common room, and you didn't know if you had to be scared or excited

You all were back in the common room, that was not dressed in Halloween anymore, the tables had disappeared, it stood empty, but the candles and ceiling were still there. Dumbledore stood taller than most

"The teachers and I need to conduct a thorough search of the castle," he said out loud, white the big doors being closed behind you, "I'm afraid that, for your own safety, you will have to spend the night here. I want the prefects to stand guard over the entrances to the hall and I am leaving the Head Boy and Girl of each house in charge. Any disturbance should be reported to me immediately”, he was set to leave the hall, but then he turned around, "Oh, yes, you'll be needing...", the floor, from one second to the next, was covered with hundreds of very thick, comfortable-looking purple sleeping bags.

"Sleep well," said Dumbledore, closing the door behind him.

Not even two seconds and the hall buzzed alive with giggles, conversations and more, you came together with your friends, feeling so excited.

Clearly Black wasn't a threat to you all, but, this was kind of exciting, having a massive sleepover with your entire house! and well, the other houses were there as well

“Quiet!”, demanded the older Weasley, ever the waterparty

“Weasle relax!”, said your own head boy, which made you smile

You wasted no time in accommodating yourself near Draco, but as Pansy looked at you with pleading eyes, you decided to step back a few paces, sleeping rather than by his side, putting your heads together.

“Boys on one side, girls on the other!”, commanded Weasley, but students started booing him.

You were accommodated in some sort of a circle, Matthew had accommodated by your side, you would have preferred to sleep around your girlfriends, but they were scattered around the group, Pansy seemed all too Happy, and Draco had managed to place himself on your other side.

“How do you think Black entered the castle?”, asked Matthew whispering at you

“Well, a castle this big, has to have secret passageways”, you said, “Black was a student here, he probably knows more of its secrets”

“That makes sense”, said Pansy

“But you’d think that as a Wizard as powerful as him would know how to apparate”, said Greg

“You cannot simply apparate into Hogwarts”, said Draco, “its enchanted, and protected by spells that doesn’t allow apparition and other irregular ways of magical transportation”

“So he could have only walked right through the gates, then”, said Theo

“Yeah, without being seen, or catched by the dementors”, mocked Tracy

“Do you think they would come in here?”, you asked

“Dumbledore hates them, he couldn’t have possibly let them in”, said Draco with a frown

“Well even though there is a murderous maniac running around inside the castle, I think this is kinda cool, like a big sleepover”, you said with a smile

A couple of hours passed as you started to fall asleep one by one, Draco’s stormy eyes found you in the night

“Are you alright?”, he asked, as he saw you couldn’t sleep. You were a bit concerned, a strange sensation in the back of your throat, professor’s trelawney’s “prophecy” played in your mind over and over.

“Yes, yes”, you whispered, you tried to move, but Matthew had rolled over and was stuck to your back

“Don’t you worry, is Potter he wants, not pure blooded wizards such as ourselves”, he said softly, you smiled

“I know, we are not in danger because of Black, is just, Professor Trelawney freaked me out in her first class, she said that I was going to find what I was looking for, and other things that I was going to become complete, and… I think it's because I'm going to find out who my father was but… I’m scared”, you confessed

“Why?”, he asked back

“He is probably dead, or, what if he is not, what if he had done terrible things? what if he was a terrible person?”

“I don’t think he is”, he said softly

“Then why would nobody tell me who he is? everyone seems to know who he is!”, you said

“I don’t know”, he said sincerely

“Do you think your parents would tell me if I ask them?”

“I think they wouldn’t dare cross Cercille”, he said

“You are right”

“QUIET OVER THERE!”, and booing was heard again to shush Weasley

“But I think I feel guilty, I’m having such a good time and this is just looming over me, like, I have to think something is going to go wrong because I’m so happy right now”, you explained softly

“You are right, that’s it”, he said, nodding, “you will find out who he is, whomever it is, and I will be there, and Cercille, and my parents”, he offered.

“Thank you”

“You never told me what class are you taking instead of Divination”, he wondered

“You are never going to believe this”, you said apologetically

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The Lifeaters (III.3)

III. Your greatest fear

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: Your classes test you in unimaginable ways

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, classism, charms and curses, might miss some warnings

Wordcount: 3,4 k

Notes: I’m adapting a lot of parts of the books… hehe…

Have you seen Brooklyn 99? if you have you’ll now this

If you see something say something, come on and party tonighttttt wooooooo

Tuesday nor Wednesday Draco went to classes, his arm still tightly taped to his side, you helped him in what you could, no, actually, in what he would let you help him, you offered to carry his bag but he made Goyle do it, he wouldn’t let you personally carry his things or help him up, nothing that would require strength, you wanted to feel insulted, but what he truly meant is that he did not wanted you to “trouble” yourself

Also he was enjoying the attention you and Pansy were giving him, letting you fix his hair and robes, and even help him eat

It felt nice to help a friend

So Thursday you had potions, and Dray could not miss that.

Most classes would put aside one block, one hour and a half of your schedule, but not potions.

Many took too long to prepare, so once a week, you had THREE consecutive hours to brew potions and be almost tortured by Professor Snape

Even though they were almost on the same floor, the potions classroom was nothing like your common room. It was stuffy, damp and the various smells from the potions made it really hard to breathe or have a nice time, on the contrary, it also depended on the potion that was being brewed, sometimes they made the air lighter, so every class was everyone’s guess.

All eyes where on you when you arrived with Draco to the potions classroom, you shared the class with the Gryffindors, and many of them looked annoyed when they saw Dray’s grimace

Pansy wouldn’t leave your side either.

You didn’t know how to feel

You liked her, she was your friend, but you were not used to a “third wheel” in yours and Draco’s relationship, before there was Vince, Greg and even Matthew near him, but they couldn’t get that close to him

Pansy was managing to do so, and it made you a bit queasy

Draco whimpered when you settle in your places and Pansy was on him on a

"How is it, Draco?”, she asked, in a tone a bit sweet for your taste, "Does it hurt much?"

“Yes”, he said, trying to show himself brave, but as soon as Pansy looked away, he winked at Greg and Vince, you slapped his good arm, annoyed, he looked back at you apologetically

Your attention was called by Snape, the class was going to start

You were a bit late, but your professor didn’t say anything, you enjoyed more… freedom… with the head of your house than with other teachers, it almost made you a bit embarrassed

But then you remembered all teachers who were heads of houses had a soft spot for their students, Snape had a soft spot for you lot, his house.

“Today were going to be making a Shrinking solution”, snape Introduced, “please take out your ingredients”

You were sharing one of the big tables with Potter, Granger, Longbottom, Weasley, Greg, Vince, Draco and Pansy

"Sir," Dray called, "sir, I'll need help cutting up these daisy roots, because of my arm…", you looked at him, wanting to offer your help, but Snape had other plans

"Weasley, cut up Malfoy's roots for him"

“I can do it”, you whispered to him, but he shook you off

“He told Wesley to do it”, he said with a smirk, oh how he was enjoying this

"There's nothing wrong with your arm," Ron accused him

"Weasley, you heard Professor Snape; cut up these roots”, he demanded, and Weasley started to masacre those poor roots

“Professor!”, called Draco, “Weasley is mutilating my roots!”, Snape even seemed happy with this arrangements

“Weasley, change roots with Malfoy”, he demanded, and you could barely choke in a giggle

So the redhead had to spend double time trying to fix his roots for himself to use, you tried to focus on your own ingredients, but Draco had you a bit on edge.

Don’t misinterpret this, it was fun to pick on Potter and Weasley, but not in the middle on the potions class, when many things could go wrong

"And, sir, I'll need this shrivelfig skinned," said Dray, pushing his luck, you actually liked working with the plant

“I can do it Dray”, you offered, and you felt Pansy’s heated gaze on you

"Potter, you can skin Malfoy's shrivelfig," was the response

“It’s no trouble”, you insisted

“He said Potter to do it”, Draco said with a smile

Potter was quick to skin those poor plants, and slided them over the table at Draco as quickly as he could. Draco’s face was one of victory, he seemed pleased with himself.

Oh but not yet

"Seen your pal Hagrid lately?", he asked them with a mean smirk

"None of your business," responded Weasley.

It was a sore topic, you did not like the turn it had taken

"I'm afraid he won't be a teacher much longer," Said Draco. "Father's not very happy about my injury… he complained to the school’s governors and all", he said, sighing, “And a lasting injury like this…who knows if my arm will ever be the same again?". You wanted to tell him to drop it, you did, back in the common room, but he wouldn’t listen, the horrible gash in his arm looked terrible.

“So that’s why you are doing this!”, said Potter, “you want to get him sacked!”

“Well, maybe”, teased Draco, “Weasley, why don’t you slice up my caterpillars for me?”

The Redhead was about to throw his cauldron at him, when Professor Snape walked by the table, looking into Longbottom’s cauldron

"Tell me, boy, does anything penetrate that thick skull of yours? Didn't you hear me say, quite clearly, that only one spleen was needed? Didn't I state plainly that a dash of leech juice would suffice? What do I have to do to make you understand, Longbottom?", his potion was the wrong color, and Neville looked like he was about to cry.

"Please, sir," said Granger, there was something about her tone that you really found annoying, "I could help Neville put it right…", you couldn’t help but rolled your eyes, and Draco at your side snickered

"I don't remember asking you to show off, Miss Granger," you couldn’t help but smile, Snape always saw right through the golden trio, "Longbottom, at the end of this lesson we will feed a few drops of this potion to your toad and see what happens. Perhaps that will encourage you to do it properly.", now that made you raise your eyes from your cauldron up to Neville, who’s hands started shaking

"Help!" he moaned, looking at the entire table

"Hey", said Seamus Finnigan, a Gryffindor who no matter what he was doing, he always managed to provoke an explosion, "Sirius Black's been sighted”, he said, you and Draco shared looks, “it’s all over the daily prophet”

"Where?" asked Potter, all the table were listening

"Dufftown," said Seamus, who looked excited. "It was a Muggle who saw him. By the time the Ministry of Magic got there, he was gone."

"Not too far from here... " said Granger, then Weasley catches us looking

"What, Malfoy? Need something else skinned?", he asked

But Draco was looking at Potter with malice, and you knew exactly was he was about to say

"Thinking of trying to catch Black single-handed, Potter?", he teased "Yeah, that's right," responded Potter, ever the petulant fool

You knew what was coming, you had discussed it at length, Sirius black was the one that betrayed Harry’s Parents, causing them to die in the hands of the Dark Lord

"Of course, if it was me, I'd be out there looking for him.", said Draco, “I wouldn’t be staying in school like a good boy”

"What are you talking about, Malfoy?", asked Weasley. And you looked at Potter’s face, looking for any clue, but now it dawned on you… he didn’t know. He didn’t know what Black had done, of course you did, because uncle Lucius didknow, he was deep in the Ministry.

But Potter didn’t know what Sirius had done to his family, and why he was out, probably looking for him.

"Don't you know, Potter?", asked Draco, truly surprised, but he looked like he did on Christmas mornings

"Know what?". Draco laughed cruelly, it made your skin crawl.

"Maybe you'd rather not risk your neck," he said. "Want to leave it to the dementors, do you? But if it was me, I'd want revenge. I'd hunt him down myself."

"What are you talking about?" asked Potter angrily

You were going to tell Draco to stop, but Snape did it for you, calling the attention of the entire class

"You should have finished adding your ingredients by now; this potion needs to stew before it can be drunk, so clear away while it simmers and then we'll test Longbottom's... "

Neville stirred his cauldron miserably, with his mouth twisted in agony

You put away your things and Draco before he could say anything, you were somewhat happy that your potion was the right shade of color

A few minutes later, Snape was standing next to Neville, Theo and Matt stood by your side, to watch

"Everyone gather 'round," said Snape, “and watch what happens to Longbottom's toad. If he has managed to produce a Shrinking Solution, it will shrink to a tadpole. If, as I don't doubt, he has done it wrong, his toad is likely to be poisoned”, you grabbed onto the hand that was closest to you, it was Theo’s, he looked at you alarmed, but you only watched as snape with a special instrument took a bit of the potion, while he held Trevor on his other hand

“Professor…”, you couldn’t help it, you were not thinking, Snape looked at you with those dark glistening eyes, “Trevor will… die?”, you asked fearfully, “we understand the consequences Sir, I don’t think it’s necessary…”

He seemed truly surprised

“Hush your mouth Basilik, unless you want your points removed”, he said angrily. The Gryffindor seemed truly surprised as you intervened

Theo didn’t released you, you squeezed his hands waiting for the inevitable, if that was Umbra instead, you’d be crying, as Neville shed a single tear of his trembling cheek

Snape fed Trevor a spoonful of the potion…

You could drop a pin on the classroom and it would be heard loudly, everyone was looking expectantly… and then, with a pop, Trevor had become a tiny little tadpole.

You released Theo, taking a deep breath, relieved…

Snape, who seemed like he didn’t get any presents for Christmass, took a vial from the insides of his robes and turn Trevor into his normal size again

"Five points from Gryffindor," said Snape, which wiped the smiles from every face. "I told you not to help him, Miss Granger. Class dismissed."

You never walked out of potions so quickly, dragging a laughing Draco with you

You went to the great hall to have lunch, not before you sneaking out to the inner courtyard to take a long breath of fresh air, Winter was looming in and you could already feel the chill in the air even though the trees were already turning orange

You weren’t alone

“Hey, ppssttt”, you heard a shushing noise, you looked to your side and saw Theo and Matthew, hiding under the threshold of the castle’s door. Theo was hiding something on his robes

“What?”, you asked, coming near them, they clearly wanted to show me something, but you thought better of it, “I swear for Merlin’s fluffy robes that if I look into something remotely inappropriate I will tell Snape…”

You heard a croak, and your curiosity got the better of you and you looked inside

Theo was hiding a toad, and not just any toad

“Is that Trevor?”, you asked them both who started laughing

“Maybe”, he giggled

“You stole him?”, you asked them, scandalized, and then you looked into both their eyes, “no…”

“What?”, asked Theo

“Please don’t hurt him”, you begged them, honestly scared for the poor familiar

“I will not!”, Theo said, he seemed offended that you believed he was going to hurt him

“Why did you steal it?”, you asked them

“Longbottom didn’t have the guts, he was going to let Snape poison him!”, he said, taking Trevor out of his robes and caressing his tiny head, he was cute… for a toad…

“So what’s your plan?”, you asked the pair, and they shared looks

“We are going to keep him…”, said Theo

“Yeah, and share custody”, muttered Matt

“What are you three doing with Longbottom’s toad?”, you three freezed at the unmistakable voice of Severus Snape, you three turned slowly, and shaking

“Stealing is not tolerated at Hogwarts”, he said with his dark, dragging voice, “Miss Basilik you interrupt and question my teaching methods and then you steal a classmate’s familiar, this is unacceptable”

“Sir! but…!”

“And furthermore you send a request my way to drop the divination class… not so fast… Gaunt”, he said, grabbing into Matt’s robes who had tried to escape. You looked up at him with wide eyes, “well, lucky for you I found a way to solve your little problem, and… give you and Mister Nott and mister Gaunt a lesson…”

“Which is?”, asked Theo fearfully

“Ancient Runes as Arithmancy are full… but not Muggles studies…”

“No…”, you all whimpered at the same time

“Congratulations, you three are the very first Slytherins in taking the class”, he said with a smirk that was going to haunt your worst nightmares for years to come.

You didn’t even dared to tell Draco, Matthew, Theo and you looked like you just had seen a ghost, you barely ate… you were so… frighten

It did not help what Professor Lupin had in store for Defense against the Dark class after lunch…

“Boggarts!”, presented Lupin, as he stood in the middle of an empty classroom, with a huge cabinet that was moving like it had something inside it, and it did, “can anybody tell me.. what a Boggart looks like?”. he asked

“No one knows!”, said Granger, “boggarts are shapeshifters, they take on the shape of what that person fears the most, that is why they are so…”

“So terrifying, yes…”, he looked back at the cabinet, “Luckily, there is a very simple spell to repel them, everyone says it with me, wands away… Riddikulus!”, he pronounced in a way that was a bit contrary to what your minds told you to pronounced it

“Ri…di…kulus”, you practiced

“This class is ridiculous”, mocked Draco

Once you had practiced the spell, Lupin put you all in a line

The boggart turned into cobras, spiders… many things… and then… you were standing in front of a turning mesh… a cloud-like creature who was reading your mind to find whatever frightened you the most…

You thought about many things that frightened you, total darkness, being completely alone, death? many, many things, but then… something came out on top

The boggart started taking shape, and the result was a huge mass that almost touched the ceiling with his ugly head…. or rather… lack thereof

Trolls were huge, and this one wasn’t the exception, except… it didn't have a head!

A headless troll, with a bloody stomp where his head should be, was standing in front of you

You couldn’t help but whine in fear, wanting to take a step back

“Well, I have to admit, this is an unusual one”. laughed Lupin

“I can’t believe it Basilik!”, said Draco behind you, and you couldn’t stop looking at it, “still?”, you heard laughs behind you, and that only made you whimper more

“Wand at the ready Basilik”, said Lupin, who seemed ready to jump, it wasn’t until that thing tried to hit you with his wooden club that you snapped out of your stupor

“Riddikulus!”, you said, in a second the headless troll became a big voodoo-looking doll, that fell to the ground as it was filled with sand

You kept hearing laughs behind you, and Professor Lupin applauded

“Very good Basilik! very good! Potter, you are next!”

Everyone was expectant of what Potter’s boggart was going to be, and you feared the most

A Dementor showed itself in front of you… well… at least it wasn’t the Dark Lord

Lupin stood in front of him, casted the spell, and… he dismissed the class despite the complains of the res of the class

Potter had the tendency of ruining things

But if the first class was any indication, finally you had a competent Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, and you were excited, despite hearing Draco talking very rudely about Lupin’s appearance.

He did look like he had been attacked by a pack of Wampuses

. . .

The rest of the week, and for the weekend you three were acting as you were guilty of committing an awful crime and everybody was suspecting you. Draco was too “angry” at you for dropping divination that he didn't even ask you what you were going to take instead. Theo and Matthew were as skittish as you, avoiding the subject altogether

You didn’t even know how everyone else was going to react when you told them, nobody of your house had taken that class

It wasn’t until the very next week on Monday that you had your first Muggle Studies class

“I can’t believe this is Snape’s idea of a punishment, Longbottom haven’t even noticed that Trevor was missing”, muttered Theo

You had to admit you were somewhat excited… you didn’t even know what to expect, it was a complete mystery of what was going to happen inside that classroom

“An entire year with Muggle studies”, muttered Matthew, “I bet that if we bother that professor enough, she will let us switch”

“I don’t think we should play along with that, it was a miracle they let us change and… Arithmancy and Ancient runes are full”, you muttered, “and we HAVE to take two electives”, you whispered

That Hufflepuff girl thought you were trying to prank her when you asked her where the muggle studies classroom was.

It was in a part of the castle that you weirdly had walked through a bunch of times, but never took the time to actually tell.

You walked into the classroom, looking everywhere with surprise in your eyes, the room was filled with… unusual things… muggle things, in the corner, there was this… round transparent object that was glowing! What was that about? they couldn’t use magic!

You then noticed that a complete silence had installed in the room and when you looked around you realized that you were being stared at by the entire class. Some of them even had their mouths wide open at the sight of the three of you

Let’s just say that you would have more luck experiencing a 31st of February than spotting a Slytherin in a Muggle studies class, let alone three, let alone Matthew Gaunt that by this point… had a certain reputation inside the school.

In front of the class, there was a sweet looking woman, wearing what you guessed was muggle clothing, she was wearing some school pants, bluish ones, they look so comfortable

“Is this another joke?”, she asked shakily as she saw you three coming in, “Snape is my friend you know, and I’m allowed to take points from Slytherin as well as any other teacher”, she said, she reminded you of Neville

“Please Professor, this isn’t a mockery”, you tried to explain quickly, your new classmates looked at surprised as the teacher to see three Slytherins in there, “we really want to take this class”, you said, it wasn’t specially true but… whatever

“You three are warned! any funny business and I will talk with Snape and have you suspended!”, she threatened, and you nodded quickly, so you went and took a seat quickly in the back of the class, and you stayed quiet the entire lesson.

“I may or may not have… pranked her several times last year”, whispered Matthew to your ear

Even so, both Matthew and Theo were in their best behavior for the first time.

And you had to admit… it was more interesting than you thought.

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misguidedasgardian · 8 days

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After I heard what Zack Snyder said... I started a petition

For Warner Bros to let him released an extended, somwhat "Snyder cut" of Sucker punch

#sucker punch #zack snyder #misguidedsays

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misguidedasgardian · 8 days

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Just yestarday I wanted to read something like this, the exact amount of angst I was looking for, this is so dark and amazing!

The other woman

part 1 of 2

Aemond Targaryen x Targ!reader (sister-wife)

Summary: You discover that Aemond cheated on you with Alys Rivers.

Word Count: 1,2K

Warnings: angst, cheating, canonical typical incest, mention of death, mention of bastardy, mention of blood.

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(shout out to my friend @fairysluna because she has a story with this same title!)

It seemed like the war couldn't take more from you, seeing as your family was torn apart and destroyed from within, but little did you know that everything could get worse. With a burned king without the ability to walk, a sister mourning the loss of a young son and an increasingly frail and tearful mother, you found yourself alone inside the Red Keep.

Aemond went off to war after he was named prince regent of the kingdom, leaving you pregnant and with a young child, his son, in the safety of the reds tone castle. You had been with child for about five moons, you were three moons when Aemond left.

The raven came to you from one of the maids who served you, but who had left with Aemond's entourage for Harrenhal. It was written in a rush and was apparently tied together in a rush as well. It said few words, but they reminded you of the loyalty of the girl who wrote it, making you give a brief smile, which died when you read the rest of the brief message.

A mistress, bedfellow. Pregnant.

Tears quickly blurred your vision and you were thankful you were sitting. Your chest started to hurt and you reached for it, feeling the few tears running down your face. You watched the flames of the fireplace move absently, you wiped away your tears and took a deep breath. Your heart was broken, you trusted Aemond. You never opposed this union because you thought you would be safe with your brother, since you grew up together and Aemond treated you with tenderness. But you were wrong, apparently.

Your heart ached, but you should behave according to your position, calmly and elegantly, neutrally.

Running your hands over your round belly, you smiled slightly to yourself, the child was fussy and always kicking. The maester told you that the baby was healthy and you would be able to complete the pregnancy, the pregnancy with your first child was complicated, he didn't move much and the birth happened a few months before normal time, but you managed and were grateful to the maester, the midwives and servants who were by your side at the time.

Your tender moment was interrupted when you saw the green banners with the three-headed dragon entering the inner courtyard of the Keep. Aemond was back. You turn away from the window and turn your face to look at your young child playing with one of the maids on the floor.

"Take him to his chambers." you asked and the girl nodded, taking the little boy in her arms and leaving through the large doors of your chambers.

Sitting down in one of the overstuffed chairs facing the fireplace, you tried to contain the growing discomfort in your chest, trying to convince yourself that you could handle this properly. Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the large doors opening, your husband's tall, slender body quickly walked inside, his arms open.

"My love." he approached you and wrapped you in his arms, the arms that you previously felt safe in, you felt your body tense and didn't respond to the affectionate action, which made him move away from you slightly and frown. "What is wrong?"

"How was your travel? I assume everything went well with the retaking of Harrenhal." you stopped talking and took a few steps away from him, turning your back.

Aemond found your actions strange and remained still for some time, looking at your back.

"Everything went well." he said after a while and took a few more steps closer, which made you tense again. "I missed you." he murmured hoarsely, wrapping his arms around you, resting his hands on your big belly.

You almost leaned into his touch, you missed your husband, how affectionate he was towards you despite his cold and closed exterior. But then you remembered his previous actions, remembered that his hands had also been on his bastard mistress body, remembered that he had slept with her and given her a son. These thoughts made you pull away from him abruptly and clear your throat, turning to face him.

"You should rest, I'll have the bath prepared-"

"What's going on, why are you acting like this?" he asked, interrupting you, his features now more hardened.

"Like how?" you felt the anger rising within you.

"Don't mock, tell me what's going on."

You felt the back of your neck heat up and the discomfort in your chest grow, as well as a slight pain in your abdomen.

"Did you bring her with you? Or left her as lady of Harrenhal?" you asked, feeling your throat close slightly. "Your bastard mistress, Alys, isn't it?"

You watched Aemond's expression fall and give way to a face contorted with fear.

"What rumors have reached you-"

"Rumors? Do you call them rumors? All seven kingdoms already know this, Aemond. You slept with a bastard witch and got her pregnant."

"Things didn't turn out that way. Alys helped me with her visions." he tried and you saw the single eye shining brightly.

"You humiliated me! Are you aware of this?! I trusted you and you slept with another woman." you raised your voice. "How can you do this to me?" your voice became fragile.

"My love, please-"

"Don't call me that, you don't have that right anymore." you felt the tears coming again. "I would never do that to you."

Aemond took a few steps closer, holding your arms and pulling you against him.

"Calm down, remember the baby." he tried when you began to struggle to free yourself. "My love, be reasonable.”

"Get your filthy hands off me! Don't ever lay your hands on me again, unfortunate thing." you totally forgot about manners and behavior, the tears fell violently and you felt your throat burning from the screams. "You're a damn hypocrite, you persecuted our nephews your whole life for their bastardy and slept with a bastard."

"Let me explain." his voice sounded broken and he looked like he was about to collapse at your previous words. "I love you."

You managed to free yourself from him and acted before you even realized it, you just felt your hand burning and Aemond's face turned to the side, redness starting to appear where your hand hit him.

"You will drive that woman out of Harrenhal and never look at her again." you said firmly.

"She carries my child." he replied, he looked like a total mess, his hair was disheveled, his face was red and his one eye looked slightly damp. "I can not do this."

It was enough. The discomfort in your chest felt like nothing compared to the sudden, sharp pain that shot through your abdomen. You bent over letting out a grunt of pain and gasped, holding your swollen belly, you felt something running down your legs and then you quickly lifted the layers of your dress skirt to be greeted by a horrifying sight: blood was running down your legs and starting to leak accumulate on the floor.

Aemond walked over quickly as you bent down and pulled you into his arms.

"A maester, now!" he shouted.

#misguidedmustreads

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