#Pansy's going to be here any minute isn't she.

[faintedlcve]

Hi! Could I please request a FIC abt Mattheo or Theodore (I’m in love with them both) and the reader always picks her hangnails (to fidget bc she is on the spectrum and has adhd) and they get her to stop by alway holding her hands and she goes to his quidditch game? (I love your fics sm)

Good luck charm

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader

Warnings: like none? do tell if I missed any xx

Summary: (just like read the request I cba)

A/n: thanks for the request and thank you SO much for the compliment💞! Sorry for the wait xx I wrote it about mattheo because I'm in my mattheo era (plus I feel like theo wouldn't be the sporty type) but I will write a Theodore version as well if you're okay with waiting xx I also happen to have ADHD lol so I just related the story to myself. English isn't my first language so there might be mistakes xx not proof read. I don't love it but I don't hate it either xx hope you like it x

reblogs are appreciated xx

You sat down in Snape's potion class after you got scolded for being 5 minutes late. His classes were SO boring. Your ADHD didn't help either. You grabbed your quill and started to doodle but were shortly stopped by Snape shouting at you for the second time in a 15 minute span.

You rolled your eyes and looked for something to fiddle with. I mean, how could it be your fault that you had ADHD? Was it really that wrong that you needed to fiddle with something to concentrate? Snape definitely made it seem like a sin.

You noticed a hangnail on your finger and started to pick on that. Snape could take that away from you. I mean, was he going to cut off your fingers? As you pulled on the hangnail, you felt a little sting and you knew if your bare flesh made contact with even a drop of water, it would burn. This wasn't avoidable either especially since you were in potions. But you could worry about that later. As long as you could concentrate.

"You need to stop doing that. It looks painful. Plus it isn't healthy." Mattheo comments as be places his hand on yours. It's a comforting feeling but you feel uneasy, looking for something else to fiddle with.

"but I can't! I have ADHD."

"There's got to be better ways to cope."

"there's nothing else to fiddle with"

"Here." He slips one of his rings off his fingers and hands it to you.

"are you sure" you ask.

"yes love." He replies.

And so you fiddle with his silver ring the rest of the lesson but find it hard to with him holding one of your hand captive. You wanted to ask to move it, but you didn't want him to feel upset plus you kinda liked the feeling of his warm hand on your freezing cold one.

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You were excited for the quidditch match, Slytherin against Gryffindor. You walked up to Pansy, Theodore and Blaise, your group of friends, as you spotted then among the crowd which was dripping with anticipation.

As the game started, you found yourself searching for a particular brown, curly haired boy.

As you spotted him, aiming to score, you felt yourself blushing. As he scored half of the crowd cheered in excitement, and the other half groaned in frustration. As you locked eyes with the brunette boy, you caught hun winning at you which made you turn even more red than you already were if that was possible.

The game ended with Slytherin being victorious (which was a first).

After the game you walked up to Mattheo to congratulate him.

"I've never been to a quidditch match before but I heard this was Slytherin's first victory against Gryffindor."

"Guess you are a good luck charm." He smiled at you.

You blushed. Something about that comment felt genuine, like it was more than just a joke.

"Ah, is that so? You were amazing out there by the way."

"Only for you princess." He winked at you. "I assumed you were awestruck by me. I caught you staring." he grinned.

You blushed as you started to fiddle with your hangnail again. You felt a comforting hand on yours. Mattheo's hand.

"Now now love. We talked about this. Use my rings instead."

You felt nice that Mattheo cared about you. You smiled at him, trying to keep your composure. You felt like kissing him right there and then but you didn't.

Your friends walked up to Mattheo and congratulated him for the win, snapping you out of your daydream about the brunette boy who, at this very moment, was holding your hand.

"You could say we had a good luck charm." He winked at you.

You chuckled at the statement. Girlfriend had a better ring to it, but for now you settled for 'A good luck charm.'

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[celest1all]

#DESIDERIUM: CHAPTER ONE

#PAIRING: [] draco malfoy x lupin!reader

#WARNINGS: [] depression, mentions of bad eating habits, 's about it for this one.

#AUTHORS NOTE: [] sorry it's so short guys ! i'm very sad atm and i just wanted to kick start this fic somehow lmao. enjoy :)

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The worst part about depression isn't the sadness or the never ending pit of pain you somehow end up falling back into regardless of how happy your life is, it's the not feeling anything. No happiness, no sadness and not even anger itself can find its way into your body.

It's just empty.

And that's what she felt, every quaking moment of her day was filled by a gnawing sense of emptiness that nothing could fix. She tried everything, cigarettes, alcohol and even self harm. None of it seemed to heal the wounds inside her, only leaving more visible ones at that.

She found something else, a way to help herself - or atleast that's what she thought she was doing - and that was helping others, giving the people around her the love and care she believed they deserved.

You walked into the Great Hall, silently wishing that all the food was gone as you weren't particularly hungry in the first place. You scanned over the huge array of students trying to pinpoint the people you were closest to - and the people you made it your mission to protect and help no matter the personal cost.

Harry was the first to notice you coming over, the slight smile gracing his lips upon seeing you. He waved you over and alerted Hermione and Ron that you were there.

"Hey," he said lightly, moving over on the bench to let you sit down "how are you doing?"

His question caught you off guard a bit, no one really paid that much mind to how you felt. You shrugged the feeling off as believing that he only cared as you were the daughter of his late Godfathers best friend.

"I'm fine." You say with a plastered smile, hoping it wouldn't let you down now. It never did, but there was always a chance it might at some point.

Hermione and Ron didn't seem totally interested in your presence and Harry nodded at your answer, going back to the two other Gryffindors in front of him and animatedly conversating with them.

Deciding not to push the conversation - or any conversation for that matter - any further, you started looking around the Great Hall again. Your eyes ended up looking at the Slytherin table, the green and silver ultimately catching your eye.

You never really spoke with any of the Slytherins, there were a few minute long sentences with a few of them like Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. You like Blaise the most, he was nice. You had tripped over one of the other Slytherins foot (you were unsure if it was purposeful or not) and Blaise offered you his hand to help you back up. Ever since then, he would give you small smiles now and again, but you still didn't really speak a lot.

Blaise ended up noticing you daydreaming whilst staring at their table and smiled lightly at you, giving you a small wave. Jolting out of the trance you were in, you waved back, once again giving another fake smile that was getting all to easily to hide.

"Why you waving at her for?" Someone from beside Blaise spoke, he knew who it was though.

Blaise simply shrugged and turned to face Draco, "She's nice, I helped her one time."

Draco snorted at that, disgusted by the idea that one of his own was willing to help a Gryffindor - you no less. "You do know who she is, right?" He says snarkily. "She's Lupins daughter."

Blaise just shrugged again, not really sure of where to go from there. He decided to not continue the conversation and started speaking to Theodore Nott about something else, something irrelevant to you.

Draco looked at Blaise briefly and back to where you were in the Great Hall, you were staring deeply into the table in front of you, whilst still trying engage in any conversation that might potentially be thrown your way by the others. He couldn't understand why someone from his house would help you, and then continue to be civil towards you. You're not only a Gryffindor, but also a werewolf's daughter! Why was Blaise so willing to be nice to you?

The platinum haired boy was fascinated - no, he was confused and ultimately annoyed - about that fact, and what was so special about you. There couldn't be anything, right?

Draco wanted to find out why, and if there's one thing he prides himself on being, is that he will always get his way regardless of the consequences.

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[draco-dormiens]

THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Eigtheen

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

a/n: i'm so sorry for the wait on this one. ty for being patient!

warnings: none really (sorry if not much happens in this chapter... the spice is coming believe me)

wc: 2627

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Chapter Eighteen: The Aftermath

"He'll be back any minute, I'm sure." One of Astoria's friends try and comfort her as she loiters around the entrance to the Great Hall. Hermione was still trying to convince Edward to stay put, telling him it was no good running after you.

"I told you, Edward," she kept stressing, losing her patience slightly, "this isn't one of those times when a girl runs off and expects you to follow her."

The ball continued. Couples were still dancing, drinks were flowing and food was popping out of thin air, filling any empty plates on the buffet. Hermione was stress drinking sparkling apple juice, wishing there was something stronger. An hour had passed, possibly more since Draco had gone after you, and she was practically losing her mind over what was happening between you. Just then, she spots Pansy Parkinson from across the hall, picking at some vol au vents on a plate as her parents gushed over a very rich looking wizard. For a moment, Hermione wondered why on earth she was there, but then remembered how the Parkinson's were one of those families with their fingers in as many pies as possible. They'd be here even without an invite. Edward suddenly turns to Hermione. His patience had finally worn out.

"I'm going to find her," he said, "I need to know she's okay. This is all my fault."

Before Hermione could speak, he was practically running out of the hall. Hermione passed her glass to the nearest person and ran after him, leaving the stranger dumbfounded. She raced behind, trying to tell him to stop, but Edward had made up his mind. After running like a mad man for what felt like an eternity to Hermione, Edward came to an abrupt halt, breathing rapidly as Hermione falls back against the stonewall of the corridor.

"Hermione," Edward then says in utter seriousness, and Hermione contemplates answering.

"Yes?"

"Tell me the truth," Edward looks back at her, "is Y/N in love with someone else?"

A thick silence fell over them. Hermione weighs up what to do next. She could tell him the truth, but then it's not her place and you would probably feel betrayed if she did. But Edward was not a fool, and Hermione's prolonged silence only answered his question loud and clear.

"So, it's true, then?" he says defeatedly, "that's why she ran off, isn't it?"

"It's not my place," Hermione says gently, "but she's going through the motions right now."

Edward joins Hermione against the wall. The two of them rest to catch their breath in relative quiet, only listening to the muffled sound of the ball.

"Can I ask you something else?" Edward then mutters hopefully.

"Depends on what it is," Hermione says, and Edward shifts awkwardly beside her.

"Is it Malfoy?"

Hermione almost chokes on nothing, but clears her throat to mask it, and yet again, Edward proves he is far from a fool. He lets out a sad, breathy chuckle.

"I should've known," he said, thinking aloud, "that night we ran into him together, he was oddly bitter towards me, considering I'd never spoken to him before."

"Malfoy is like that with everyone," Hermione tries to ease the intense atmosphere.

"This was different," Edward sighs, "I know it was. How in Merlin's name am I supposed to compete with him?"

"With Malfoy?" Hermione then speaks up, surprised.

"I'm guessing you don't see why I think that?" Edward smiles sadly at her. Hermione shakes her head honestly. You knew how she felt about him, after all.

"Let's see," Edward looks forwards with a concentrated expression, "putting his past aside, he has money, a powerful name, the best Seeker Slytherin has ever seen, and to top it off he looks like that. I'd say I'm rather jealous of him."

Hermione is confused. Someone as popular and well-rounded as Edward surely doesn't feel insecure next to the likes of Draco Malfoy.

"In my personal opinion, Malfoy has less desirable qualities than others," she tells him, "but, from your viewpoint he obviously looks different. That being said, you shouldn't compare yourself to others; it's not good for you."

"I should've moved sooner," he then mutters to himself, as if Hermione were not there, "maybe then he wouldn't have the upper hand."

She could see that he was deep in thought, trying to process the fact that his suspicions were correct. She wasn't to know why Draco Malfoy had managed to get so deeply under your skin, but he had most definitely done so, and rather quickly at that. Hermione pushes herself off the wall and comes to stand before Edward, who's attention shifted to the person blocking his line of vision.

"If you don't mind, I'd like to speak to Y/N alone first," she asks, "and when she's ready, I'll come find you. Deal?"

Edward doesn't have much fight left in him it would seem, because he agreed almost instantly. With a thankful look, Hermione goes to takes off on a wild goose chase, but suddenly remembers something.

"Before I go," she spins quickly, and Edward's head snaps up to face her, "I have a question for you." Edward cocks an eyebrow in curiosity, "how did you know it was that exact dress?"

You make haste back to the ball, with no idea how long you had both been gone. A mess of emotions, you almost storm right past Hermione.

"Y/N," she shouts, and your head snaps up to see her pacing towards you, "are you alright? What happened? Where's Malfoy?"

"What about Edward?" you pant, meeting her in the middle of the corridor, "did you see him? Speak to him?"

"I asked first," she pants back, "what happened?"

You let out a deep sigh.

"Everything," you then say, "all at the same time."

You proceed to tell her about Edward, your fight with Draco, your kiss, Pansy, everything. Hermione looks exhausted by the time you'd said all you needed to.

"So, what now?" she says, "are you a thing? Are you not? Is he going back to Astoria?"

"God knows, Hermione," you said, rubbing your temples with your fingers, "all I know is that I'm in love with this man and there's nothing I can do."

Hermione purses her lips together, eyeing you like she has something to say.

"What?" you sound, and she hesitates to answer, "Hermione?"

"Well, it's just that I asked Edward how he knew which dress you wanted..."

"And?"

"Well," she pauses, and you gesture for her to continue, "it was Astoria."

Meanwhile, Draco was still solemn on the Quidditch pitch. Clouds passed by the dark night sky, every now and then covering the giant moon that hung above. It's silver light cascaded across the empty pitch, creating giant shadows on the neatly cut grass. He breathes a deep, defeated sigh, feeling far more alone than he actually was.

"The ball is back the other way, Mr Malfoy."

He spins quickly on his heal, to be faced with the stern yet soft looking eyes of professor McGonagall. Her cheeks were rosy from the brisk walk.

"Professor," Draco greets her in confusion, "is.. everything okay? Wait, for the love of Merlin, my partners haven't shown up have they?"

The headmistress smiled thinly.

"No, my dear, they have not," she could see how Draco's shoulders slumped in relief, "I merely came out here to see if you were alright."

Draco had always wondered if the headmistress looked at him the same way the other faculty members and students do - as if he were a criminal, unwanted and unwelcome. But the look in her eyes was different tonight.

"Just needed some air." Draco answered plainly, as McGonagall reaches for the wand tucked inside the belt of her dress. With one swift swish, a box of cauldron cakes appeared out of thin air, floating before him as if they were atop a table.

"Care for one?" She offers to Draco, "I understand these are your favourite."

"H-how did you know?"

"Your mother always sent them by owl in your younger years. Quite the ordeal keeping them from the mouths of the other birds."

Draco's mouth curled one side into a lopsided smile. They looked simply delicious, so indulged himself shamelessly. He hummed as the sweet frosting hit his tongue.

"I still don't understand why you are out here, professor," Draco says once the last bite is gone, "how did you know I was here?"

"Call it intuition," she then says, magicking up a chair to perch on, "my eyes see many things, Mr Malfoy, including that solemn expression you always used to wear."

"What expression?" Draco says defensively, "I don't walk around looking miserable, do I?"

"I said used to," McGonagall emphasises, "I believe I have not seen it in quite some time."

Draco suddenly feels a little hot. Is the headmistress implying that she too can see right through him like a pane of glass?

"I'm not sure what you're implying, professor." Draco says calmly, pushing his hands into his pockets to avoid fiddling with his fingers. He doesn't want to give away anymore than McGonagall might already know.

"There is no need to be defensive, Mr Malfoy," McGonagall then says, sipping on some tea that Draco had failed to notice appear, "I have known you most of your life, have I not? And, if you don't mind me saying, I have been keeping an eye on you."

"On me?" he asked, puzzled, "why me, professor? Surely, like everyone else here, you would rather look the other way."

McGonagall does not speak for a few moments, only quietly sips on her tea. The night air is becoming cold, a slight chill as it brushes past Draco's neck.

"Mr Malfoy," McGonagall then says softly, but still with the utmost seriousness, "I need you to understand something." Her eyes are trained on the stretch of grass before them. Draco's eyes slide to meet the headmistress, "you are not responsible for your parents decisions. I know you may have heard that a few times, but it is true. You were merely a child, and I believe, to some extent, your parents tried to shield you from their shenanigans. Until, of course, they ran out of places to hide you."

"Hide me?" Draco turns his full attention to McGonagall now, and with a flick of her wrist, a warm teapot, spare chair, cup and saucer appear from thin air.

"Sit," she instructs softly, and Draco does so. The teapot pours tea into the cup as if an invisible butler is serving them, "until you were old enough to notice, did you ever really think on your parents behavior? Did you ever think that them leaving you by yourself for weeks on end was nothing other than boring for a boy of fourteen?"

Draco watches the steam rise from the floating cup before him, but does not answer.

"Or, perhaps, when you were old enough to know of their whereabouts, did you ever second guess their choice? Or did you trust them, explicitly, because they were your parents?"

"I, I don't understand, professor..." Draco's eyes remain on the cup.

"Your parents wanted you to live a normal life for as long as you could," she says, softer now, "unfortunately for them, however, Voldemort moved far too fast for them to protect you much longer. For all you knew, you were on the right side, the safe side, of a war you should never have suffered."

"Does that not make me a villian, then?" Draco then says bitterly, "I still followed them, if they thought they were protecting me or not I still have an ugly reminder on my arm. I could've refused them... maybe then I'd be less..."

"Frowned upon?" McGonagall finishes his sentence, and Draco's head snaps towards her, "people fear what they do not understand, Mr Malfoy. They have not walked your path. I'm sure, if they had, they would look at you much differently." She pauses for a moment, "they are simply ignorant to your story."

He huffs.

"I doubt knowing it would make a difference," he mutters, and nibbles on his bottom lip, watching the never ending steam rise from the cup of still boiling hot tea. He sips it, and then begins to think, mumbling his inner thoughts aloud, "if only everyone were like her."

"Miss Y/L/N," McGonagall says, sipping her tea and watching as an owl with a letter between its beak passes overhead, seeing the frown etched onto Dracos brow from the corner of her eye, "I do have eyes, Mr Malfoy. As I said, I have been keeping a watch on you."

"Even my private life?" Draco snaps lightly, his eyes the size of the saucers.

"Contrary to popular belief Mr Malfoy, I do in fact have hobbies," McGonagall says looking down her glasses at him, "so no, I have not been invested in your love life."

Draco can feel his cheeks getting hotter from that sentiment.

"However," the headmistress goes on to say, looking back out across the pitch, "that is not to say I haven't noticed how you have changed."

"Changed..." Draco repeats, quitely.

"Indeed," said McGonagall, "your results are better, your attitude to learning has soared, you even have a spring in your step some days," then she looks over at him and tilts her head slightly, "but not lately."

Draco clears his throat, and looks down at his fiddling hands.

"Things have been," he pauses, "difficult."

McGonagall only nods.

"This time in your life is most crucial," said the professor, "unfortunately yourself, Miss Y/L/N and the rest of your classmates have dealt a mighty blow to your otherwise sound development." She sighs deeply, "what you have seen, I wish I could take it from your memories."

"I don't know how to get better," Draco then speaks out abruptly, his focus now down the pitch, "I don't know how to allow myself to be better."

"Time heals us all, Mr Malfoy," McGonagall says, smiling softly over at him, "as do the people in our lives."

Draco looks away from McGonagall, feeling both flustered from the thought of you and awkward from having this conversation with the headmistress.

"Yeah, well, some people aren't destined to stay in our lives." He mutters angrily.

"That, I am afraid, is a conversation for another evening, Mr Malfoy," McGonagall said, getting up from her chair and whisking away the things before them, "but, if you would be so kind as to take my advice," she comes to stand before him, her wand clasped in both hands, "you followed down someone else's path before. Where did it lead you, exactly?"

Draco's eyes flick over the professors aging face. His mind is hazy, flashbacks of your time together flooding his memory, the feeling of longing in his chest, the words of his mother swirling around and around, making no sense as it all just tangles into one huge mess.

"I will bid you a goodnight," McGonagall waltzes past Draco towards the exit of the pitch, "oh, and Mr Malfoy, it's simply freezing out here. Do go and have a warm glass of punch, won't you?"

Then she was gone, as if she had disappeared, and Draco not longer felt her presence on the Quidditch pitch. He almost felt dizzy from the amount he was thinking at that moment, and ran a hand through his hair frustratedly. Choice, it's always about choice when it comes to him. Does he do the noble thing and marry Astoria Greengrass, appease his parents and inevitably end up a father as soon as he leaves the school doors? Or, does he follow his heart and seek you out, kiss you senseless and declare his love for the kind hearted, beautiful half-blood Ravenclaw he's utterly obsessed with?

And then there was Pansy… for the love of Merlin, what was he going to do about Pansy? If only he could buy enough time to solve every problem circulating inside his head.

One thing was clear, however. He needed to see you, to clear the air, to understand where your head is at as well as his. After such an intense moment, and Pansy interfering, he barely had time to talk it over with you. He decides before anything else, that is his priority.

But first, he must face a surely seething Astoria.

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[thehalfbloodedwitch]

Too Good to be true Blurb (D.m. x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

Summary- Some things aren't always meant to end happily| Angst

Words- 1,100

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A lovely honey voice yelled, "Y/n/n, hurry up!". Y/n peeked her head out of the dressing table mirror and exclaimed, "Coming Pans!"

As Pansy dragged Y/n across the Hogwarts hallway, she remarked, "We're going to be late again, and it's all thanks to you." " We wouldn't have been late", Y/n said, "If it weren't for this ridiculous outfit that I had to find and that took so damn long." Pansy laughed in response.

McGonagall eyed the two of them and said, "Late again Miss Parkinson and Y/l/n?" "Sorry Professor, it wouldn't happen again," said Y/l/n. The professor then stated, "This is the third time you both are late, so 10 points from Slytherin. Now don't repeat this again."

"10 points? All thanks to you both "As Y/n and Pansy took a seat in the second-to-last row, a cold voice from the back spoke. Pansy replied, "It wasn't my fault." " Come on, it's just ten. Win the quidditch cup and bring our points up again, then we'll talk." Y/n then turned to face the boy with the blonde hair and said, as his grey eyes met hers.

"Come on man!  She's simply perfect," commented Mattheo, who was sitting next to him. "This girl is just something I can't explain through words, I don't know what it is," Mattheo said as Draco scowled and rolled his eyes at him.

When Pansy and Y/n began to make notes on their parchment, McGonagall yelled, "Silence!" and directed all four of their eyes back to the class.

Mattheo's eyes were transfixed on Y/n as she and Pansy exited the classroom because he has had a crush on her since he first had seen her in the courtyard one day reading a book that she had taken from the library. Mattheo has always admired her bravery, wit, and snarky remarks.

Pansy Parkinson had always been madly in love with Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin Prince and the most intriguing and cold person at Hogwarts, whereas Mattheo had a huge crush on Y/n Y/l/n.  Pansy had always admired Draco for his intelligence and his mysterious personality; no one could ever know what he was thinking or feeling at any one moment; he was a puzzle that needed to be solved.

"You don't understand, Y/N! His flawless eyes "Pansy remarked, her dreamy gaze straying into nothing.

Draco rolled his eyes at Mattheo as he continued, "Her pretty smile when she reads."

Both of them were sick of hearing about their crushes and how they were, so they needed some time alone. "I am going to take some fresh air," remarked Y/n as she stood up and headed for the common room. "I need to get some fresh air, Theo." asid Draco and headed outside the dorm room.

Y/n heard footsteps approaching the common room as she sat on the couch next to the fireplace. Though she didn't mind sharing the space with another person at that time. She did not look around to see who it was and instead focused on the fireplace.

When Draco first noticed a person sitting near the fireplace, he was shocked. At first, he considered waiting for the person to depart, but after a few minutes, it became clear that the person had no intention of leaving, so Draco settled down on the couch and continued to observe the person.

The girl sitting next to the fireplace, who had Y/e/c eyes and beautiful pink lips, had her face partially lighted by the fire from the fireplace. Although the girl looked angelic, it was easy to identify her as Y/n. What was it about the girl Mattheo, his best friend, was so captivated with?

Even though they were sitting in the same common room, Draco and she were unable to speak with one another because they had never really talked much. "Hey, isn't it a little late for you to be up? " Y/n moved into her spot and asked. Draco answered, "I could ask you the same thing," with a chuckle, and Y/n's lips were sealed.

"Draco inquired, folding his arms across his chest, "So, what brought you here?" "Oh, me? I simply needed a break from friend drama. What about you?" "Me? Same" Draco replied and silence followed his words.

After a long pause and after glancing around, Y/n said, "Why don't you sit close to the fireplace?" Draco said, "Uhm, why though?" Y/n  asked Draco, "Don't you feel cold? It's December, the coldest month ever." "No, I actually don't" Draco replied. 

"I won't bite, so don't worry." Y/n teased Draco, who responded with a smirk: "I don't mind you biting me, honey, I'm not worried about that." Y/n pretended to fake gag and answered, "You know what? Forget that I ever offered you to sit here."

Draco remarked, "Now that I think about it, I should sit near the fireplace," to which Y/n sarcastically responded, "Oh, don't bother, you aren't welcome here anymore." Draco then sat down after giving her a nudge.

"It is warm here," he said, "Duh, it's fire" Y/n replied as the both of them started at each other for some time and then looked at the fireplace. This time the silence was serene and tranquil.

But despite the fact that Y/n and Draco had never met before and had never even spoken to one another, let alone sat next to one another, the two couldn't stop staring at one another.

They felt queasy for reasons they couldn't quite put their finger on, but they hoped they had some understanding of it before what was about to happen.

The two Slytherins immediately clicked when they started joking about and talking to each other the following day, and they quickly became close friends.

They both knew exactly when they fell in love with one another, but they didn't realize it until it came time to say goodbye for good. Mattheo invited her out on a date on the day the four of them graduated from Hogwarts.

It made Draco sick to his stomach to think that Y/n was in love with someone else. He could see the gleam in Y/n's eyes as she nodded and said, "Yes, I would love to Theo!"

Draco felt like his world was collapsing, like the ground beneath him had given way, and he was sinking helplessly while Y/n and Mattheo went on multiple dates.

A few years later, Y/n stopped by to visit his best friend Draco. While he was joyfully snuggling with Pansy Parkinson and, something felt terribly off to her, and Y/n was unable to look at the scene. Her mouth became dry, and her heart was racing as she turned her head and looked in another direction. This was wrong.

The dreaded day came, the day the both of them had to talk to one another, talk about where they stood in this relationship.

"What are we?" Y/n asked, she couldn't hold her emotions any longer, "We're friends?" Draco said as he whispered to himself just friends.

"Then why do I feel, something, when I see you and Pansy together, I should be happy for you but, that's not what I feel" "Rather you feel anger, jealousy, or any other emotion?" Draco continued, and Y/n nodded.

"Maybe we are meant to be friends," Draco said, as his eyes fell to the ground, a tear slipped his eye when they both realized they were in love but were too late to ever notice, Don't worry darling, this isn't over yet, but this is goodbye, for now, Draco said, placing his hand on her waist and kissing her lips as the clock behind them rang to announce that it was Christmas.

"I never imagined Christmas could ever be this miserable. I wish I knew-" Draco interrupted her by placing his finger on her lips." It's okay, dear, we'll meet again, perhaps in another life, but we will, and then I won't be so oblivious."

Draco then carefully pulled his hand away from her waist and walked away without turning around. He knew he would never be able to look at her again without the desire to stay, but he couldn't do this to Pansy or his best friend Mattheo.

A snowflake fell on his shoulder as a tear slipped out of his eye, Y/n just stared at the door while holding her tears, she never thought she would ever find love, and once she found her love, it was too late, Y/n wiped her tears and spoke, "I want to go back to a time before it was too late" as tears slipped down her eyes and she sat down on the chair, thinking of the moments she had with him, which she could never recreate with him. Never.

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[onbeinganangel]

least read fics ✨

i was tagged by @danpuff-ao3 and @sweet-s0rr0w (see their posts here, and here, respectively, and go read those unloved hidden gems pls and thanks) to share my 5 least read fics on ao3, by either hits or kudos. this game was going around for National Author's Day and, as per usual, i'm so late it's not even fashionable anymore. ooopsies. thank you for the tags, pals!

while i think both hits and kudos are very flawed statistics i decided to go with hits for this one. my least read five, from the very bottom up are:

2020 Microfics [1100 words, 22 drarry microfics, rated E, warnings vary]

A collection of microfics written for Drarry Microfic's 2020 prompts.

a little too good to be true [800 words, ginsy, rated T, no warnings]

For a date that had started with Pansy surreptitiously pulling her phone out and texting Draco, in all caps, “You told me it was someone I didn’t know, you actual ballbag” the blind date had gone surprisingly well. It helped that Pansy accidentally blurted out what Draco had told her as soon as she laid eyes on Ginny, and Ginny laughed and replied with a “Well, Harry said, and I quote ‘She’s really lovely, give her a chance,’ so here I am.”

do it again [750 words, drarry, rated T, no warnings]

Luna,

I’m sorry. I know it’s the second time we’ve had to reschedule this interview. Work has been mental today and Ron got punched in the face. (He’s fine, it was kind of funny.) Draco will be mardy so if you have any of those hibiscus biscuits of yours with the lemon icing that you could spare, send him home with a few. I’ll owe you.

Tell him I’m really sorry and I’ll see you both at the Gala tonight.

H x

overture [115 words, drarry, rated T, no warnings]

In which Harry tells Draco all about his life.

2021 Microfics [5050 words, 95 drarry microfics, rated E, warnings vary]

A collection of microfics written for Drarry Microfic's 2021 prompts.

i accidentally rambled on (who's suprised? not me) about stats and about quality and about hits vs. kudos and all that nonsense so i'm putting the rest of this post under a cut. before that though, i'm going to link you to what is my 6th fic with the least amount of hits, because i am honestly appalled that it ranks 6th, as it's one of my favourite things i have ever written.

the underdog, the honourable mention, the but-mari-that's-not-in-the-rules:

Liturgia Horarum [1500, drarry, rated M, no warnings]

From morning melodies to evening encores, a day in the life through the soundtrack of routine.

and now, for my thoughts:

except for that last minute mention, the actual bottom 5 doesn't really surprise me at all. we have both sets of microfics, 2020's and 2021's and I think we all agree short form (especially extremely short form like micros) does much better on tumblr, plus the fact that they're all under the same work on ao3 despite it not being a cohesive story isn't super helpful. they're mostly there for archival purposes, and mostly for me. i do love having them all in the same place, and it does help me personally when i lose perspective. sometimes i open it just so i can tell myself "look at that, you wrote all those 50 word wee fuckers in numerous genres and styles, and tropes and ideas, all of them about the same two guys" lmao as a reader, i would much prefer to come across microfics and drabbles on tumblr than crammed into one work on ao3, so that makes sense to me.

the other three are T rated, short, and on top of that one of them is femslash too! (truly the holy trifecta of nopes, let's be honest there). so, really. this is unsurprising all around.

it's interesting though, because i'm a curious cat, and i couldn't help compare this to my stats by kudos — do keep in mind i never open my statistics page so looking at it to make this post was really cool! i notice that while i understand why none of these have more hits, they're pieces i quite like, personally. they're nowhere near my favourite things i've ever written, but they're stuff i think it's decent. i think they're alright.

on the other side of that though, are my kudos. when i sort by kudos, both sets of microfics are still on that bottom 5, which again, makes sense. BUT very different fics join those at the bottom of the list. interestingly, the other three fics are quite possibly my least favourite things i've written, the ones i keep on ao3 for the sake of archival but secretly pray no one ever reads! they are a lot higher hit-wise than the ones on the list above (E rated, generally quite porny though the writing/tropes/pairings are rather questionable), but they're at the bottom kudos-wise, which is a fun revelation! maybe it means my own judgement isn't that clouded and that readers and i agree when stuff is a bit... you know, shit. LOL

i find it really fun to look at this kind of thing. i do think the whole point of the game was sharing our less-loved stuff in way of reccommending it/getting it more love, and i ended up just analysing the statistics page. i do enjoy all of these, and none of them are shit, but if you were gonna pick any, for the love of god, read Liturgia Horarum.

can't think of who to tag, but if you haven't done it and you have read all my stupid rambling, you should do it and tag me on it so i can look, thank you <3

#this is probably riddled with typos i do apologise #if you click on the read more i also apologise #it is just me talking to myself about stats #i never look at those so it was a bit of a WHAAAAAT kind of moment #also smaller fandoms are INSANE #was definitely convinced my aftg fic would be on this list #but no #despite being up for less than two weeks #both have surpassed many of my hp fics lmao #anyway i will shush now #tag game #m babbles

[octowussabi]

happy birthday sabi! I got you this Portable Radio!

“You remembered my birthday?? ... Even I didn’t remember my birthday, so, um, thanks. This is a very thoughtful gift. ” 

#Pansy's going to be here any minute isn't she. #I'll have to wear something else... #Letterlist #Octowussabi #yaspup9000 #(ANYONE QUESTIONING WHY HE DOESN'T SAY HATCHDAY--HE DIDN'T HATCH SO UM. YEAH) #(I mean he wasn't 'born' either bu t )

[gleekto]

Fic: Can’t Take My Eyes Off Of You (2/?)

Short Summary: Blaine coming of age in 1969. Columbia University. Hippie!Kurt. Elliott and Sebastian as Blaine’s mentor-friends. Unironic use of ‘groovy’. Coming out and fitting in and falling in love.

Amazing Poster by @caramelcoffeeaddict

For @slayediest who gave an inspired prompt for this way back when.

Day One

Day Two: Structure

Earl Hall. The structure at the centre of campus religious life and the home of the Student Homophile League.

Blaine, for all his fear of actually setting foot in a meeting, has done his research on the history. The donor had specified that the building be used to help students, and who better to help than homosexuals? Gay people are discriminated against basically everywhere, so the need for an advocacy group and friendship was a critical need on university campuses.

Blaine has read the pamphlet in his sock drawer so many times, he has it memorized, and he somehow feels the group's goals are both too lofty and not enough - The Student Homophile League seeks to initiate discussion and dialogue about homosexuality, integrate homosexuals into mainstream society, and encourage homosexuals to accept themselves.

And Earl Hall is their place. Given with blessings as long as they don't organize social events.

Blaine had a hard time concentrating in class today, willing himself not to chicken out at the last minute, making the easy choice to go to the diner with Sam instead of "the choir meeting", he told Sam he was going to. Sam wasn't suspicious, not even interested really. Sam's not into that "pansy singing stuff" but is cool that Blaine likes it. Blaine had huffed a laugh at that, because little did he know.

"No seriously, bro. It's okay that you like to sing and all that. You play piano, you study music. You're like an intellectual."

An intellectual. A homosexual. Same thing, really.

Blaine takes a deep breath as he walks in.

"Welcome, hi. You must be new. Come on in. I'm Elliott." Blaine stares at the imposing man in dark blue jeans and a tight purple turtleneck. Only thing that might let you know he was different than any old straight guy is a little eyeliner around his eyes. But punks would do that too. Blaine can't take his eyes off of him. "Come, have a seat. I'm a senior by the way. Almost done my music degree." That snaps Blaine out of it enough to remember to talk back. Be polite.

"Oh hey, that's great. I sing in the Glee club here. I'm Blaine. I'm a freshman, but you could probably tell."

"We are always happy to have new faces around here," Elliott says sincerely. "We've worked hard to exist and we want to make sure that the torch keeps burning. Oh!" Elliott looks up and waves at another tall, skinnier but also not bad looking guy walking through the door. Is this a thing that the gay guys here are all good looking? Blaine gets it - He knows he works to keep up his physique. Makes sure to jog and lift weights at the gym whenever he gets a chance. He gels his hair like Cary Grant, and always makes sure his outfits are traditional masculine, only occasionally giving into his longing for just a little bit of fashion pop. The one friend back home he had told of his true reason for choosing Columbia, Jane, would say things like 'all the good ones are gay', but he always figured she was really just talking about him because neither of them knew any other gay people. But now he sees that she may be right. Pretty cool. "This is my boyfriend, Sebastian."

Blaine is still shaking his head over his good fortune at the beauty of men when he does a double take. Boyfriend. Wow. "Hey Tiger." Sebastian walks over to them and moves into Elliott's space. He looks like he wants to kiss him, Blaine thinks, but looks around the room and instead squeezes his arm. It's probably a good choice because Blaine isn't sure he would be able to hold it together. Boyfriends. "What fresh blood do we have here?"

Elliott rolls his eyes at Sebastian and knocks him in the side. Smiling. Intimate. So damn cute, Blaine thinks to himself. He's not jealous, not really. He's entranced. He knows that this is why he came to Columbia. To be himself, to find love and connection. He just can't really imagine it. There were no other homosexuals where he comes from. But here there are. "Don't scare our new recruits, Sebastian," Elliott says. "This is Blaine. He's a freshman."

"Well, welcome to the Homophile League, Blaine." Sebastian extends his hand and Blaine notices that he has a strong firm handshake. So does Blaine. You wouldn't even know they're gay. Except that they are.

The meeting ends up being about 15 people - ten men, and five women and Blaine feels a bit badly for outnumbering them. They each introduce themselves and Blaine realizes that he is likely the youngest - most are seniors or Masters students. Still they are welcoming and not that much older than him. The big news of the week is that they've received this year's approval to do tolerance rap sessions on dorm floors and Blaine volunteers right away.

"Thanks Blaine. So glad you're in," Elliott puts his arm around him at the end of the meeting. "It's mostly freshmen and sophomores in the dorms and seeing someone their own age is really going to make a difference. So much tolerance, we'll even be able to hold hands in public," Elliott says half in jest, all in earnest, taking Sebastian's hand. Blaine watches their fingers interlace before he snaps himself out of staring.

"Yeah and our Blaine here is a real cutie," Sebastian smirks although Blaine thinks it's meant to be at least a half compliment. "The kids are going to love him."

Blaine shakes his head, brushing off the comment but he knows he's still blushing. It's nice, being around gay guys. He'll have to work on that cutie thing, though. He doesn't want to be the little brother.

He wants to be hot.

#klaine spring fling: structure #gleekto writes #can't take my eyes off of you #this prompt again worked perfectly for the scene #here comes elliott and sebastian

[geminil0vr]

𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 !

the masterlist -> part two

summary ✰ your relationship with your boyfriend, ben, has been a little (a lot) rocky from the start. back from a session of him not even trying to help you finish, you run into pansy in your dorm room, and it's safe to say she has some suspicions.

tags ✰ @partr1dge <3

wc ✰ 1.7k

content ✰ fake moaning, toxic relationship, a little smut, sexual themes galore, cumming (not just yet for our dear reader), (constant) mentions of shitty sex experiences, lying, endless cursing, reader is h word, getting dressed, mentions of homework (this one should be classified as a warning), snooping/stealing

a/n ✰ this is pretty much just a short intro, some backstory and all that !! i hope you like it. and be careful, past the read more it pretty much goes directly into some smut/sexual themes. okay, happy reading :))

with a few final thrusts, your boyfriend comes inside you, quickly pulling out and rolling next to you on the bed. you laid there, as usual, fake moaning, pushing back onto him. and he went quick, not doing anything to make you feel good, and pulling out before you've even come (though, when the only thing he does is piston in and out of you like a personal fleshlight, that's unlikely to happen). this is how all your sex happens, usually.

ben turns to smile at you, cupping your cheek in the palm of his hand. "did you cum?"

ha, did you fuck. he's not even done foreplay. "yeah! like, twice. didn't you notice?"

you've found that the only way to entertain yourself is by making even more outlandish statements each time you fuck. well, he fucks you. well — no, it isn't really fucking. he actually has the nerve to ask why you make him use lubrication every time... perhaps it's because he refuses to eat you out, or even play with your clit for more than fifteen seconds, or finger you to prepare you. in the early days, he tried, and you repeatedly went to tell him what you liked. and, not enjoying being told what to do, he did it how he wanted, and now consistently leaves you in a confused state of 'how can i be so horny when he did the bare minimum?'. ben calls it domination. you call it ignorance.

another way you've found to entertain yourself, is by making sex a performance. see, when you first started off, you were a virgin, and although well-educated on sex and the things you might like, you didn't feel inclined to fake anything. now, you've been with ben for around six months, but in your first one he put up this façade of a romantic, so you had gone and fallen (tripped, stumbled, collapsed, grazed your fucking knee) for him. you'd fallen for roses, and dates, and... well, that was it. your standards were pretty low back then — christ, you were sixteen! and when you two finally did anything, two months into the relationship (despite his relentless begging), the glass window was shattered.

ben is selfish. once you sucked his dick, and let him fuck you (the definition of fuck is still on thin ice, really), the romance came around less often. you thought it was just a typical couple thing. you mean, your past relationships lasted about a month or two. you thought this was the average.

until your friends, well, they got boyfriends and girlfriends, and now they're always grinning, and they have little spats that are easily resolved with communication, and they're in love. and the way they speak about sex, merlin, it's like a fantasy out of some erotica book. 'he did this', 'she did that', 'it felt so good', 'it's like they know exactly what i want'. so when your friends turned to you about your sex life, you put all your walls up, and you told them some phoney story about how he's your best lay (... your one lay) and how he's so bloody good at taking care of you.

you still feel bad for lying to them. but it's been four months, now. you don't want to go back, not that they would be mad at you, but you're almost embarrassed about how long you've stayed. you know they'll make you break up with him, considering what an arse he is in and out of the bedroom, and you're scared to get into drama, and you're scared he'll be upset, and you're scared that a little part of you still clings onto your old, false perception of him, so you stay. you know it isn't healthy. but you stay.

and you make sex the greatest show of your life, you arch your back, you moan, you gasp, you refrain from telling him that when he cups your breast it feels like nothing, you curl your toes, you remain submissive. in bed, you're a porn star of a very vanilla, one-man show. and you give yourself a five-star fucking rating. of course, you only started this when you realised he would never listen to you. ben just reckons he's got really good in bed all of a sudden.

"you alright?" ben is already in his trousers, buttoning up his school shirt. you're still in only your bra on the bed. 'course, no aftercare.

"yeah, sorry, dazed off." hurrying to get dressed, you kiss him on the cheek (he doesn't like kissing on the lips once he's come in your mouth) and rush to your dorm, tie hanging underneath your collar. class is in forty minutes. when you two started, you were five minutes into a free hour.

the slytherin common room is moderately empty, most people being in class already or making use of their free hour, and when you drag your shoes all the way to your dorm room, you definitely don't expect to see pansy parkinson flipping through a magazine on top of her emerald duvet.

see, you've known pansy since first year. she isn't much involved in the slytherin girl group, but she gets along quite well with everyone, sometimes participating in sleepovers if she feels like it, and always cracking clever and bitter jokes. pansy's a nice girl, though relatively bitchy with the gryffindors, and you quite like her, and she quite likes you. it's a mutual agreement, you say 'hello' in the mornings, and she'll ask you for a quill from time to time, and you'll hand it to her, and when you two are drunk out of your minds you do challenges to see who can drink the most, in your dorm room, as all your other friends giggle and watch on. it's a good, solid, friendship, albeit not super close.

and just as you would feel with any friend, your dishevelled appearance (undone tie, messy hair from your 'performance', untucked shirt) immediately embarrasses you as you stand in the doorway.

"oh. hi, pansy." you give a tight smile, shutting the door behind you and going to do your tie, before giving up because, well, you're shite at doing ties, and tossing it on your bed. "what're you still doing here?"

she's not stopped eyeing you since you came in. "gee, lovely to see you too, y/n. and, couldn't be bothered to socialise. draco's being a dick." she looks over your appearance critically, raising a sharp brow. "had fun? good lay?"

"y—es. 'course." you swallow, diverting your attention to your school bag, attempting to disguise the fact that you certainly did not have fun. nor a good lay; couldn't be more the opposite, actually. well, you were lying down?

she pauses, clenching her jaw before tossing the magazine to the side and narrowing her eyes, one leg crossed over the other, arms crossed over her chest. head tilted. lips parted. "you okay, there?"

taking a deep breath, you kick your shoes off and turn around with a gentle smile, passing a comb through your hair. "yeah, why?"

"just, you look more like you've been dragged through a bush than been fucked." her face is completely blank, and your cheeks grow hot from her crude vocabulary, but nonetheless you chuckle. looking down, you notice that one of your thigh high socks is rolled to your mid-calf. thank god the hallways from the ravenclaw tower to the dungeons, and your common room, were pretty much empty when you walked through.

you roll it back up and begin tucking in your shirt. referencing to your sock, you grin. "stylistic change. and yeah. ben, well, he's quite the animal in bed." more like a tortoise. not because of speed, but have you seen how they mate?

"hmm." she hums, tucking a strand of short black hair behind her ear, and nodding before picking back up her drama magazine to look over different pages as you quietly put your clean clothes away. a comfortable silence settles in the room while you take the time to get out your homework, sitting on your bed and correcting a few of your grammar mistakes. it's a long while before pansy speaks again, not looking up from the pages. "gilderoy lockhart still hasn't got back his memory."

"awful shame," you smirk, finishing up your work and putting it away before bounding over to her four-poster bed. sitting down, you fold one leg under the other that remains firmly planted on the carpet. your eyes gloss over the painfully colourful magazine with wizard celebrities plastered all over it, "tell me, why do you read such trashy things?"

"found it in daphne's drawer." she shrugs, rifling through some more pages.

"you went through daphne's drawer?"

"was bored. 's not really interesting in there." pansy deadpans, "doesn't even have any sex toys." then she grins cheekily, pearly whites on display. you suck at your teeth and shake your head in amusement, chuckling and getting up.

"dickhead. put it back before she notices!" you exclaim.

"alright, then." she rolls her eyes playfully, and bounces up, smoothing out her short, school skirt and slipping the magazine back into daphne greengrass' bedside table.

with only ten minutes to get to your transfiguration class, you start to clean up your appearance, leaving just the top button of your shirt undone and attempting to do your tie. pansy slips on her high-top converse (mcgonagall will have her head for that), doing the laces and glancing over at you every few seconds as your fingers fumble with your dark green tie. how many years at hogwarts, and you still can't do it right? you squint in the mirror hung up on the wall, once more wrapping the thicker part of the tie around the thinner part, tucking it under, making a loop, tucking the — wait, how did it go again?

"here, let me do it, since you're so bloody incapable." pansy storms over, exasperated from watching you fail, grabbing you by your shoulders to twist you around and taking matters into her own hands. she does it expertly, because of course, she's a pureblood, and purebloods just have to be bloody good at everything. tightening it up just a little, she folds down your collar and smooths her fingers over your shirt, before coming up behind you and getting up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around your shoulders and make sure the tie is well situated. you hold in a breath as her fingers brush against your neck — really, that dumbarse boyfriend of yours leaving you high and dry makes everything get you worked up.

finally, pansy works some of her fingers through your hair, smoothing out the messy strands framing your face and placing her hands firmly on your shoulders. "perfect." and she's gone, grabbing her bag and swinging out the room before you can even utter a 'thank you'.

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[dearaco]

Hello! This is the first imagine I wrote so I don't know how it turned out but hope you like it! Also, english isn't my first language, and this is the first thing I ever wrote in english except the essays I wrote at school so I just wanted to say sorry for any mistakes. Requests are open by the way.

Summary: You were Draco's best friend and he fell in love with you.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: Angst-y but a little bit of fluff at the end. Jealous!Draco

You were the one for Draco. He knew that, he knew that the moment he met you. You had everything he was looking for in a girl. You were beautiful, gorgeous, he'd say. You were smart. You were fun. He was so attracted to you that even if you weren't a pureblood, he wouldn't care at all.

You were the definition of perfection, but at the same time, you were his best friend.

Oh, how much he hated being your friend. There were so many filthy, shameless, sinful things he wanted to do with you, but he couldn't because the two of you were friends. Just friends.

And there he was, listening to you while you were bragging about all those boys who asked you out this week. He was disgusted. All he wanted to do was make a list of all of those names you were mentioning, and beat the shit out of them.

"I'm so jealous of you, Y/N!" Said Pansy Parkinson in a high pitched voice. She was eyeing Draco as she continued. "I wish someone had asked me out, too."

"Well, I'd be more than happy to take you out." Said Goyle, causing her to make a disgusted face. And then he burst out into laughter with Crabbe.

You giggled. "Don't worry Pansy, you can take whomever you want. I don't plan to go out with anybody."

"Can I take him?" She pointed to Draco.

"Well, obviously," you said. "I'd never want to go out with my best friend."

Pansy smirked and looked at Draco. "You heard her."

Draco rolled his eyes at her. "Maybe in your bloody dreams, Parkinson." Then he got up and left.

"What's wrong with him?" Yelled Pansy, she was pretty annoyed.

"I'll go talk to him." You said before getting up and leaving after him.

You spotted him in the dungeons. He was walking pretty fast, so you had to run to catch him.

"Hey!" You grabbed his arm when you finally reached him. You bent down a little to catch your breath before speaking. "What's wrong?"

"What do you think?" He snapped at you and took his arm out of your grip. He started to walk away again but you were really tired to follow him this time.

"Draco..." Your voice was shaking because of that little chase earlier. "Please. Talk to me."

That was all it took for him to stop in his tracks and turn towards you. He sighed, how could he ignore you when you said his name so smoothly?

You had finally rested enough to walk again. You approached him and took his hands into yours. You were looking so deeply into his eyes, it was as if you were searching for something in there. He felt his heart skipped a beat. He was so head over heels for you, little did you know.

"What's the matter with you, Draco?" You asked. The look in your eyes was so soft, it was almost like you were looking at a delicate baby.

"Nothing. I was just exhausted from yesterday's practice, Flint may be a little harsh sometimes, you know. And Pansy's just so annoying, that--"

"No." You said, without letting him finish his sentence. "I don't want to hear excuses anymore, Draco! You were acting completely odd lately and I want to know why! Don't tell me white lies 'cause I won't buy them! Just be honest with me!"

"Oh, yeah? You want to know why, huh? You want to know frickin' why!" He started calmly but right now he was screaming at you. "What exactly do you want to know? Why I was acting weird? Why my heart was racing like crazy everytime I see you? Or why i was getting angry when you were bragging about all the stupid boys who want to be with you?"

You were utterly shocked that you didn't even know what just happened. You thought that you heard him wrong at first, that you were daydreaming or something. But the look in his eyes was stating the fact that all the things you heard were true, that he really said those things to you.

"Draco, I..." You wanted to say something but nothing came out of your mouth.

He was surprised too. He didn't expect himself to spill all of it just like that. He was looking everywhere but you.

There was a big moment of silence. You were still holding his hands but you weren't aware of that. You were still trying to process what he said to you and he was trying to gain his confidence back.

"Look, Y/N," he finally spoke as he let go of your hands. He took a step back and gave you a little space. "There's no point of denying it now. I love you. I was loving you for the longest time, you wouldn't even believe. I didn't want to damage our beautiful friendship so I never said anything but I can't hold it inside anymore. It's too much."

He gave you a moment to process his words. You were gazing at the floor, scared to look him in the eyes. You didn't know what to say so he took the hint and continued.

"What you said to Pansy was the last straw. I already knew that I didn't stand a chance with you even if I didn't want to admit. But when you stated the obvious like that... I don't know, it just made me feel like shit. I'm so sorry if I was rude to you. And I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier, I didn't mean to."

You finally looked at him. The concerned look on his face made your heart clench. You wanted to say something, you wanted to say that he didn't have to be sorry for anything and it was okay but you just couldn't. Instead, you walked away from him.

He watched you as you became distant. He was feeling like he just ruined everything between you two, and it broke his heart into million pieces.

***

You got over the first shock that night. You completely avoived him the weekend after his confession by staying mostly at your dorm. You didn't tell anyone what happened between the two of you, even though Pansy had asked you about it probably a million times.

You couldn't deny the fact that how much you missed him though. All you wanted to do was to go sit beside him in the common room and give him a bunch of cuddles.

It was so confusing. You had absolutely no idea what to do, or even what to think. Losing your best friend was the last thing you wanted though, that was for sure but having him as a boyfriend? You weren't so sure about that because you never considered of getting yourself one before.

You were scared, to be honest. You witnessed your friends' relationships over the years and how they were devastated at the end. Going through a heartbreak wasn't on your to-do-list so you never actually dated anyone before. You knew you had outstanding looks. You loved the attention you were getting from boys at your age. You had received plenty of love letters and confessions over the years but none of them affected you.

So why you were affected by Draco's confession?

You groaned and buried your head into your pillow. You just wanted to get vanished at that very moment. All of these were so overwhelming to you.

"Okay, it's time for you to get up now. You were in that bed since the morning, you didn't even put some food in your mouth!" Your friend Alexie said, as she pulled your blanket off of you.

You whined out loud. "I don't want to. I'm clearly in a bad mood, can't you see?"

"Yes, I can see that. But I'm certainly not going to let you starve to die so you are coming with me to dinner right now. You must have enough amount of energy for all those classes we have tomorrow."

Just then you felt your stomach rumbling. You pouted as you were getting out of your bed. "Fine. Give me a minute to dress up and I'll come with you."

"Okay." She was about to leave when you called her name so she stopped and turn back to you. "Yeah?"

"Uhm," you hesitated for a second but then decided to ask. "Have you seen Draco lately?"

She shook her head. "No, I haven't. I think he stays at his dorm, just like you. He didn't even show up to the last quidditch practice, Flint was extremely upset."

Well, you weren't expecting that. The shock was visible on your face. "Oh god..."

"Yeah. Anyways, be quick. I'm starving." And she left.

You sat on your bed, still in shock. He would never skip quidditch practice, no matter what was happening. He must've been really hurt, you thought to yourself.

You were sitting at the Slytherin table, you were pretty hungry but you couldn't eat properly because you were still thinking about Draco. Had he been skipping his meals too? Looked like it since he wasn't leaving his dorm. Thinking of how hungry he must've been made you feel sad.

You suddenly got up after filling your plate with Draco's favorite foods, it made your friend Alexie look at you in confusion. "Where the hell are you going with all of those foods?"

"To Draco." You left without saying anything else.

You were getting strange looks from the other students because it wasn't usual for a student to take food out of the Great Hall.

You entered Slytherin common room after saying the password. There was nobody around, you quickly climbed the stairs and stopped in front of the Draco's dorm. You took a deep breath before knocking on his door, then you let yourself in, not waiting for him to answer.

"Leave me alone, Zabini. I told you I'm not hungry." He immediately said without looking at your direction.

"It's me."

He immediately turned his head when he heard your voice and got up to his feet. "What are you doing here?"

You lifted the tray in your hands up for him to see. "I brought you food. Thought you might be hungry."

"I'm actually starving, thank you." He approached to you and took the tray.

He sat down in his desk and began eating, you were still standing there, watching him as he ate. He looked back at you when he realized that you weren't planning to leave. "Do you want some?"

"I want to talk."

"Oh," he stopped eating, wiped his mouth and got up again. "About what?"

You frowned. "Are you kidding me?"

"Yes, I actually am." He chuckled. "Sorry. I was just trying to light up the mood. You look like you haven't laughed in ages."

"Were you serious when you said those things to me?" You asked without waiting any longer.

"I was dead serious." He answered in seconds. "I know that you don't have time to date anyone, and you don't want to, I'm so sorry. But I really, really love you. I didn't even know that I could feel so many things before I met you. Y/N, I really am in love with you."

"Okay," you whispered. His eyes widened. He couldn't believe his ears, did you just accept his confession?

You sighed and looked up at him. "I don't really know but I think I have some feelings for you. You were all I could think about these past days. Look at me, I brought you food because I didn't want you to suffer from hunger, just the thought of it made me worried sick. And I'm not even a good person, I wouldn't do that for anyone else. It has to mean something, right?"

He was the happiest person alive at that very moment. He was smiling really big, you've never seen him like that before. The sight warmed your heart. And you found yourself smiling just like him. Seeing him happy made you happy too.

He couldn't stop himself from pulling you into his arms and pressing his lips to yours. You didn't even flinch, you just wrapped your arms around his neck, reciprocating his kiss.

He rested his head on yours when he pulled back, still smiling. "I'm not dreaming, right?"

"No, you're completely awake." You pulled him down for another quick kiss. "But it really feels like a dream."

He hugged you tight. You could hearing his heart beating against his chest rapidly. You were geniunely happy for the first time in your life and you instantly knew, that he would never broke your heart.

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[hildagirl99]

Lady Night part9 and End

The valley had regained calm, Penny, still in shock, was trying to find Lorelei, who had disappeared after having given the fatal blow to Faceless.

"Bill! Have you seen Lorelei?"

"Yes… she is outside the village, I don't think she should be disturbed." he says.

But not listening to Bill's warning, Penny wasted no time in finding Lorelei, standing in front of the setting sun.

"I can't stay here." she said without looking at her.

"What are you talking about ?"

"Everyone now knows who I was, I lied to everyone, I lied to you ... I just wanted to protect you and forget this painful past."

"But Lorelei… you didn't kill anyone, you were in distress in the past, I believe you now."

"You don't understand, I have to leave here, I think we have to stop there."

"Huh? But… are you leaving? But where? Lorelei no… I need you! We can start from scratch! Start all over again!" said Penny, begging her.

"It's not against you, I need to take a step back. For me, I have to bury my old life, I have to find peace. That's what my father told me. I made my choice , the choice not to choose violence, even if I wanted to kill Faceless terribly, I will leave but I don't know when I will return. "

"But you don't love me anymore? Ask Penny, her eyes filled with tears.

"No… I love you baby. But I need that, to find a new life. Can you understand?"

"Yes…"

"Come on, if I didn't care about you, I would never come to save you. Dry your tears, I don't want you to cry when I leave."

She and Penny looked at each other for a long time, then they hugged, not wanting to leave the other.

"Lorelei, darling ... take the time it takes to come back, I'll be waiting for you."

Lorelei started to smile, it warms her heart.

"I will send you a letter, I promise, I may be far from your eyes but you will always be in my heart."

"Lorelei, this is the first time you say something so beautiful! I'm moved!"

"Come on, little doll. Be strong." she said, still hugging her.

A few minutes late, Lorelei was packing her bags, taking all the important memories of her life and some clothes. She left a note on her desk that said for Penny: Take care of my store. Kiss darling.

A few minutes later, she was at the bottom of her house ready to leave, until she felt something in her pocket, The Lynx's eye was there! She looks around and saw Bill in the shade, sending him a knowing smile, while she was packing her bags, he had put the diamond in his jacket, she nods as if to say thank you.

"Are you… are you leaving?" asks the banker.

"I am not leaving definitively, I need to forget the heavy burden that I have been carrying for years." she said getting into the car.

"Miss Undertaker?"

"Yes?"

"You are beautiful with Penny, I knew there was something stronger than the friendship between the two of you. Don't be afraid to hide any more." said the banker, smiling.

She smiled at him, and the car drove away, pulled by the horses.

Penny ran but it was too late, Lorelei was already gone.

"I couldn't say goodbye to her." she said on it.

"Don't worry, my dear Penny, she hasn't forgotten you either. She thinks of you, she'll come back quickly, believe me." said Bill, placing his hand on her shoulder.

8 months later

During those 8 months, Penny received only one postcard from Lorelei. Meanwhile, she took care of her store and hers, she missed her terribly, it all seemed endless, she thought she would never come back. Penny's birthday was very close, just the next day.

"I will celebrate it alone, alas ..." she thought.

She left her house, with a basket in her hand, leaving to go to the market. The villagers looked at her with a smile on her lips, she heard whispers, she turned from time to time, curious and embarrassed to know why the other villagers looked at her insistently.

"Am I badly dressed? Badly styled?" she thinks, blushing.

She continues on her way to the station, several minutes from the valley. Trains are very rare, but it is the means of rapid transport to go to town. The station was empty, it didn't reassure Penny. Suddenly, the sound of a locomotive was heard, it comes slowly and stops, but no doors open.

"Miss Hemsworth! I knew you would be here!" said a voice above the train. Bandit Showdown in person.

"But! What are you doing up there?" she said, surprised.

"I'm here to tell you good news, very good news, I would say. The return of a wonderful person you love! Here she is!"

A door opens, a noise from heels is heard and a woman appears to her, smiling. Penny can't believe her eyes.

"Hello beauty!" said the tall woman, stretching out her arms to her.

"Lorelei !!?" she drops her basket to the ground.

She throws herself into her arms instantly. For long minutes, they stayed in each other's arms, Penny was so moved that she couldn't find the voice to tell him that she was so happy to see her again. She raised her head, Lorelei's face was rested, her red circles had disappeared, her hair was degraded and was slightly wavy.

"Lorelei ... I missed you so much, you have so much ..."

"Changed?" she said, stroking her hair.

"You are beautiful."

"Thanks darling, I have something to show you."

"What then? I would like now but I have a market to do ..."

"To hell with the market, come with me." said Lorelei, gesturing for her to get on the locomotive.

Determined and happy to have found her love, Penny follows her. The locomotive passes not far from the valley, once stopped, they both descend.

"So what do you want to show me?" asks Penny.

"I know your birthday is tomorrow, but I prefer to go fast and be direct. I have reflected a lot during its 8 months, I have traveled a lot, I have seen the sea, mountains, people, peace. I want to start from scratch, take a new life, I ask you one thing… "

She nods to Bill, who unrolls a long piece of paper that falls to the ground.

With flowers flying in the wind.

Penny was speechless. Lorelei pulled out a ring, not just any ring. The Lynx's eye was on it.

"Do you want it?" asks Lorelei, kneeling.

The villagers join the locomotive, impatient to discover its response.

"But… did you all know?" asks Penny.

"Of course, this was a very big surprise!" said Carver.

"The answer! The answer!" say the other villagers at heart.

Penny understood that it was the right time, Lorelei agrees to commit, the villagers are happy to see them together, instantly, she says:

"Yes !! Yes, I want it!" she said, kissing her passionately.

"I promised not to cry." Bill said to himself crying all the same but couldn't help shouting his happiness

"Yeehaaaw! Long live the future brides!"

All throw their hats in the air. Lorelei carried Penny in her arms, followed by the joyful songs of the villagers.

"Where will we go for our honeymoon?" said Penny, her eyes sparkling with happiness.

"I'll take you to the sea, and we'll spend a full week in Las Vegas, and one last outing in Texas." replies Lorelei.

"Las Vegas! The sea! In Texas! This is the happiest day of my life!" Penny writes, kissing her again.

"Question, can I be your witness?" said Bill, cutting them off from that kiss.

"Bill… you have the art of spoiling everything." grumbles Lorelei.

"Oh yes! Go say yes, please, darling!" Penny begs, with her soft eyes.

"Okay, but he does bullshit, he goes out." Lorelei agrees.

A month later, everything was in place, the buffet, the guests, the parish priest, the joy was there.

Penny had her mother's white lace wedding dress. Lorelei had a simple black suit, always keeping her top hat, with a black lace bow. The two of them were impatient and anxious, hoping that everything would go as planned. Penny is the first to arrive on the altar, a bouquet of roses and purple pansies in her hands. It was Lorelei's turn to appear, the young women were happy to meet again, respecting the customs, they have not seen each other for 3 days. Bill, who was their witness, was waiting on the side, with his revolver filled with confetti and firecrackers in hand, in order to fire them when they were going to kiss. Once Lorelei also arrived on the altar, the ceremony could begin.

"It's going to be more boring than a funeral." murmurs Bill, trying to reassure Penny, laughing. Lorelei rolls her eyes.

"Rooh ... what elegance ... a marriage is proof of love." said Penny.

"It's a business, rather."

"You don't have to be a believer or a Catholic for that."

"I am circumcised." said Bill, laughing.

"You're stupid, frankly. Why is he our witness?" laughs Penny, looking at Lorelei.

"Because you begged me." Lorelei replies with a smile.

"Hehe, that's right."

"Miss Penny Hemsworth, do you agree to take Miss Lorelei Undertaker as your lawful wife, until death do you part?" asked the parish priest.

"Yes, I do!" Penny answers with a blush.

"Miss Lorelei Undertaker, do you agree to take Miss Penny Hemsworth as your lawful wife, until death do you part? Doing laundry, cleaning, cooking ... Huh? What was that? in my text! " said the priest, embarrassed.

Everyone laughs, especially Bill who was looking at Lorelei with a big smile.

"Don't try to understand, the culprit is behind Penny."

"Rooh if we can laugh more, it's funny isn't it?"

"So funny that your laundry, your household and your food, you can put them where I think."

"Sorry, sodomy is not my delirium!" adds Bill.

"Bill! Pay attention to the words you say! We're in a church!" Penny writes.

"Sorry… um… keep going."

"Um yes ... so, Lorelei Undertaker, would you ..." replied the priest.

PAN !!

A shot startled all the guests and the brides.

"Dumbass! We said after the kiss!" Lorelei whispers to Bill, furious.

"Sorry! The shot went away on its own." he said, hiding his revolver.

"... take as wife, Miss Penny Hemsworth ..." finished the priest, but was cut by Lorelei.

"I do! I do!"

"You can make alliances."

Penny puts the black ring on Lorelei's finger.

"This is the ring you wanted to give me, several months ago, right?"

"Yes, of course. Do you remember?"

"Oh yes, how not to forget." Lorelei said before putting the Lynx Eye ring on her.

"Now! I declare you united by the bonds of marriage, you can kiss." concludes the priest.

"It's okay, let go, Bill." murmurs Lorelei and kisses Penny.

Bill sends firecrackers into the air, dropping confetti. The marriage lasts until the night, around a big fire.

"Ah… Lorelei, I'm so happy, when do we leave?" asks Penny, her head resting on her love's shoulder.

"Tomorrow at dawn, darling." replies Lorelei.

"Oh so quickly, we have to go to bed immediately."

"Yes, join me right now, I'm going to make you discover the end of the world." said Lorelei, giving her a seductive look, promising that their night would be much different than before.

"Grrrr, take me, my gothic lolita." breathes Penny, impatient.

They get up quickly, Lorelei enters the first but Penny stops in her run when she sees Bill, walking slowly with a bag on her back.

"What are you still doing?" she asks.

"Hush, I'm going to be spotted." he said in a low voice.

"Oh no ... don't tell me you stole a bank again."

"Sorry, the Lynx's eye was a mission for me but I understood its true value, you wore it on your finger. Lorelei taught me a lot about it, now it's yours. The tickets are all my life. " he said in the twinkling of an eye.

"But where are you going?"

"I'm going to continue my journey, my wanderings, maybe we'll meet again one day." he said, riding on a horse.

"Bill… thank you." said Penny.

"Thanks for what?"

"For having saved me, with Lorelei, for allowing me to find answers to my questions, without you, her and me, we would not have been married and she would not have changed."

"At your service, Miss Hemsworth." he said, raising his hat.

"Be happy, and a lot of happiness to both of you." he says.

"When will you come back ?" asks Penny.

"When you least expect it, Howdy!" said Bill before galloping away.

"Goodbye, Showdown Bandit…" whispers Penny in a small melody.

Meanwhile, Lorelei was in the cemetery, in front of her parents' grave.

"If only you were there, but now ... my conscience is at peace."

"I am proud of you, my daughter." said a voice in her head, his father himself.

"You made your choice and the right one. I told you, you are me internally."

"Dad ... mom ... I still feel guilty for what happened to you. If I hadn't followed the wrong path of delinquency, you will still be alive." think Lorelei.

"He would have done it anyway, Faceless wanted me dead. But he will never have my daughter. Your mother and I are watching over you, you're not alone, remember ..."

"Lorelei? Are you coming?" said Penny, interrupting Lorelei's thoughts.

"Oh ... I'm coming, go to the bedroom."

"Go, my daughter, live your night." the last words echo in her head.

She gets up and joins Penny, for the most beautiful night, while the biggest bandit in the Wild West whistled, tracing his path, towards a new life.

End

Thanks for reading my fanfiction, but it's not over;) be patient for the rest. I hope you liked it. If you did not understand certain moments or if you have any questions, do not hesitate to ask me

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[thehalfbloodedwitch]

Hi !! Hope you are doing well.

I want to ask this "He isn't as bad as I thought he would be"- Send me one or 2 prompts from this or this list + a character from my masterlist and I'll make a blurb on it! (limited) from your beautiful celebration. The prompt is 'I will be with you from dusk till dawn, I am right here', Character-Draco Malfoy

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Empty Eyes (Blurb) (D.m. x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

Summary- The reader is hurt and betrayed by the one who was so close to her, but now when she sits alone in the park, someone comes and assures her that she isn't alone. | Angsty, Fluff

Warnings- friend betraying, cursing, that's pretty much it

Words- 1211 words

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The October breeze blew as you sat on the bench in your favorite park as reminisced the moment again and again which did nothing but bring tears to your eyes.

Your friend, Katie Silver, was like the other half of you, both of you had met at the Hogwarts Express on the first day and both of you knew you both were meant to be friends.

When you were sorted to Gryffindor and Silver was sorted to Slytherin, you both were disappointed but that soon was gone after you found a group of friends to talk to from your house, the Golden trio, and Silver found her group of friends from Slytherin, Pansy, Blaise, Draco, Theodore, and Lorenzo.

At almost every chance you both got, you would talk for hours and hours about classes, gossip, boys, dresses, and anything and everything. You both completed one another.

"Katie, I have something very very important to tell you, could I have a moment?" you asked Katie, who was sitting in the Great Hall with her Slytherin group.

The boys snickered and gave you dirty looks, you sighed and turned to Katie and she was opening her mouth to reply when a voice from your left spoke, "Yes Katie why don't you go and talk to your friend "

You turned to look at who the voice belonged to and saw a pair of grey icy eyes, who smiled at you, you were confused as to why did Draco Malfoy smile at you, after all, you were the best friend of the Golden Trio whom he loathed.

Katie glared at Draco before mouthing something to him and then she stood up and walked to you and said, "What is it Y/n?" to which you smiled at her and motioned her to follow you to a corner.

"I needed to talk to you about something very very personal Katie," you said as your eyes glistened, "YOu can tell me anything Y/n, I would never tell it to anyone" Katie replied while putting her hand on your shoulder, "I-I just recently found out that-that my parents are, merlin, they are death eaters and want me to join them," you said as you let out a sob.

"Oh my Merlin, Y/n," Katie said as she hugged you and rubbed your back soothing you, "I don't want you to think I am anything like them, I would never-" "I know Y/n, I know you," she said while smiling at you and wiping your tears.

"Thank you, Katie, I wanted to get this out of my chest and finally i have, I thought you would think-" "Oh shush now, I would never think anything low of you, you are my friend Y/n and I will love you no matter what"

That's what Katie promised, she would never think of you any low, but here you sat in the park in the muggle world where you used to be with Katei. She was more than any normal friend, she was a very special friend to you, you told her everything about you, but never did you question your trust in her.

Because as soon as you had told her about your problem within minutes the news spread around Hogwarts about your parents being death eaters, you knew the Golden Trio would never spread such vital and important news.

Students around Hogwarts now feared you, some even threatened you about handing your parents to the Ministry and all you could do was silently listen to them while your blood boil.

What a betrayal, is this how Katie would treat you for being her friend? After keeping all of her secrets safe she decided to spread yours like wildfire.

And now, you apparated to the only place you could think of spending time alone, you knew even though the Golden Trio tried to make you feel better they would never understand about being the daughter of two death eaters, about being the one betrayed by the one she most trusted.

The sound of leaves being crunched was heard near the bench where you sat, you knew it was Harry because only Harry knew this place in the muggle world as it was near his house, "Go away Harry, I don't want to talk right now" you said while trying not to cry.

"Well, I didn't know I looked like a raven-haired goose," a voice said, this voice was very familiar, "Malfoy?" you asked as a blonde-haired boy sat next to you on the bench with a black cardigan with his hands in the pockets.

"Oh, it's quite nice here actually, muggles didn't do that bad of a job in making this park," Draco said as he looked around the park, "Why are you here?" you asked, confused about the unfamiliar visit.

You both had barely talked to one another, maybe a few times here or there but never alone in a very different place.

"Y/n, I have come here to apologize, on behalf of Katie," he said, "Oh, has she sent you here for a sloppy apology? Well, tell her I don't care about her anymore," you said as tears filled your eyes.

"Do you even think this is something I can forgive her for? I trusted her and told her something that was very hard for me to tell her, and all she does is spread it to the whole damn school, you think I can forgive her?"

"Actually, she didn't send me here," Draco said as he looked at you with a tint of comfort in his eyes, "Y/n, I know how it feels to have parents who are, well, death eaters," Draco said as he looked down, ashamed of what he was about to say, "My parents are also-" "Death eaters?" you asked to which he nodded.

"I am so sorry about Katie, Y/n I don't think you deserve this, at all, you are one of the sweetest people I have ever met, you really don't deserve this at all" Draco said as he turned towards you.

"Why do you care about me Draco?" you asked, "Y/n, it's because I admire your compassion, I admire your faithfulness, and your courage, I actually wanted to be your friend when Katie told me about you, but you were friends with, the three idiots-" "They're my friends!" you cut him off while laughing.

"Thank you Draco, thank you really I needed someone to understand me right now," you said as you hugged him, this was the first time someone actually cared about you, someone who wanted you to be well and happy.

Draco wrapped his arm around your waist and held you tight, you could feel his warm embrace, feeling safe in it, and never let go.

"Always remember Y/n, I will be with you from dusk till dawn, I'm right here if you ever want to talk," Draco said as he took his hand and soothed your hair.

"Ha, I knew Malfoy had a thing for her!" Ron whispered from behind a bush where the trio was hiding, "Shut up Ronald, they're indeed cute together" Hermione whispered and Harry said, "I think our job is already done by that blondie, let's go back?" to which the other two nodded and smiled.

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Love/Hate

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1,500+

Summary: Draco and (Y/N) hate each other; it's easier for Draco to hate than to love. But when push comes to shove, a little love might be just what they need.

A/N: Hey! Finally it's Part 4! Might be a while until the next part (writer's block is catching up to me) but enjoy this one!

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Chapter 4

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‘What's the spell for disintegrating something?' (Y/N) thought; she had been studying for the last two hours and her brain had started to become too tired to function properly. The library was quite full with other students hoping to finish their homework before the Christmas holidays or fit in some last-minute studies, and a few were being a little distracting – those few were sitting right in front of (Y/N) and happened to be her friends.

“My parents said they might get me an owl – I’d want a tawny owl but I think they’d probably get me a barn owl.”

“Wouldn’t it be great if we were allowed dogs here? I’d definitely have one.”“Not at all! You know what dogs’re like, they’d be fighting and they’d need walking and attention – which no one would have time for – and they’re so much louder than cats or owls—”

“Guys…” (Y/N) groaned tiredly, resting her head on her hand, “if you’re gonna keep talking, could you at least do it quieter?” She picked up her quill again as her friends raised their hands in surrender. “Also, what’s the spell for disintegration?”

“Deletrius – the eradication spell,” Maven answered boredly as she reopened the potions book she’d forgotten about.

Gasping, (Y/N) mentally scolded herself for forgetting as she scribbled down the spell; charms was usually one of her best subjects, but lately she’d been forgetting things that she already knew and lost focus too easily.

“You doing anything over the holidays, (Y/N)?” Penny asked, a quieter Hufflepuff that (Y/N) didn’t know so well, but treated her like her other friends just the same. 

Looking up from her papers, (Y/N) stuttered for a response. “O-oh… um… n-no. no I’m not, er, doing anything. Nothing special.” She cleared her throat before folding away her papers and putting the lid on her ink. “Hey, Naida, where was that divination book you found last week?”

The red-haired girl looked her way and blew a curl out of her face, "Over there, fourth shelf." She yawned, pointing in the general direction. 

Nodding, (Y/N) got up on her hunt for the textbook for yet another class she'd been struggling in.

Draco was sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, staring out of the window as they neared the station. "Mother and Father already wrote to me," he told his companions boastfully, "they said we're having a Christmas party.  Mother's very excited, but I'm sure it'll be just as boring as anything. Your families have been invited, haven't they?"

Crabbe and Goyle nodded, then Blaise decided to speak up; not letting Draco dominate the conversation. "Yeah, my parents said it's gonna be fancy, have to dress up. I bet we're gonna have to… like… dance." He frowned, the others groaning in agreement; because, really, who wants to do that?

"Well then, you'll just have to avoid your parents at all costs, won't you?" Draco offered with a smirk, knowing all of their parents would be eyeing them all night.

Blaise was about to respond, when the train came to a stop, cutting him off. 

The boys collected their things and exited the train, starting their search for their parents. Draco looked around for a minute, before finally making his way to his parents, who had already collected his trunk from the train.

"Draco," his Mother smiled as he appeared in her view, she gave the boy a small hug then pulled back to see his face. "How are you? Your classes are going well, I assume?"

"Yes, Mother." He nodded with a half-smile, which disappeared when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

His Father looked down on him, patting his shoulder in so-called affection. "Draco," he nodded. 

Clearing his throat, the boy straightened his posture before replying. "Father," he nodded in return. 

"Has everything been going well at school?"

"Yes Father," he said simply. 

"Well," Narcissa began, clasping her hands together, "let's head home now, shall we? I'm sure you've had a long day, Draco."

As they were about to leave, Draco looked back, catching sight of a pretty (y/h/c) girl carrying a single case, leaving the station alone.

It was the 24th of December, just before the Malfoy Christmas eve party was due to start, and Draco was in his room fixing his bow tie and combing his hair. There was no doubt in his mind that tonight would be boring, he’d much rather spend the evening in his room, reading a book before bed. Unfortunately, he’d be drinking fancy flutes of bitter champagne and being forced into boring conversations with even more boring adults, or being made to dance with snotty pureblood girls that he probably already knew (and didn’t like at all).

"Draco, hurry up will you? Our guests will be here soon." His Mother called from downstairs. 

Taking one last look in the mirror, he took a breath and made his way out. He found his parents by the door, looking elegant as always in their expensive outfits and shining jewels. They always dressed in their finest clothes for these occasions, and never wore the same things twice; this party wasn't a celebration, Draco knew, it was simply an excuse for people to present their wealth and class, and try to show how much better they were than everyone else there. So, Draco was wearing his best black dress-robes, with his expensive polished black shoes, and his new diamond cuff-links.

As the guests started to show and music had started to play, a few forced dances later Draco stood with Blaise off to the side, occasionally sipping champagne as their parents talked. "So… this is… nice--"

"It's bloody boring, Blaise, don't even try."

"Well I'm just saying, it could be worse, right?" He half-defended, setting down the flute and putting his hands in his pockets. "You know, it'd be really bad if--"

"Dracey!" A shrieking voice interrupted them, their eyes widening in horror.

"Damnit, Blaise! You summoned her!" Draco scolded as he prepared himself for his worst nightmare. Turning around, he was blinded by a sparkly hot-pink dress (and there was really nothing hot about it). "Parkinson," he greeted through clenched teeth, with a tight-lipped smile.

The girl beamed at him as she stepped closer - because personal space isn't a thing. "You look so handsome tonight, Dracey," she complemented as she put a hand on his arm. 

"Thanks," he replied, subtly shrugging her arm off and sending a panicked glare to Blaise as he slowly shuffled away. 

Pansy started to twirl a pink nail in her hair and gave an almost-flirty smile. "What do you think of my dress? Don't you think it looks lovely?" She asked as she grabbed the puffy, knee-length, sequin covered skirt.

 "Yeah… er sorry but I have to go… look for… my… er… Mother's earrings. She lost one earlier so… I should grab her a new pair. Bye." He ran off into the crowd, putting as much distance between them as possible.

 "Wait! Dracey-Poo! Come back--"

He made his way to the garden patio, reminding himself to get back at Blaise when he finds him. It was dark by now, and cold. His breath fogged in the air and snow had settled over the grass, the steps had been enchanted to keep dry and so he sat down to the side, in the shadows where (hopefully) no one would see him. 

The sounds of the party could still be heard, but it was thankfully much quieter. As Draco sat there, his mind started to wander. 'How could this party possibly get any worse?' He thought, 'Maybe if (Y/L/N) came along it'd be worse? Well, probably not. She'd be far more entertaining.' He huffed at the thought; he shouldn't even think about wanting her here.Glancing through the glass doors to the party, the blond caught sight of the horrific pink dress running by. '(Y/L/N) would say something funny about that; she'd probably say she looked like a bedazzled flamingo pulled from a carnival or something.' He laughed at the thought, appreciating her sense of humour - then tried to shake off any more thoughts of her. Which wasn't working very well.

He saw a man walking passed, he was short and plump and had a ridiculous twirly moustache, in one hand was a polished cane and in the other was an almost empty glass of wine. ‘(Y/N) would say he looked like an evil Mr. Monopoly.’ He recalled her bringing the game one year and, though he made fun of it, thought it seemed like a fun way to spend free time. The more he thought of the insults that she would throw if she were here, the more ridiculous the whole even seemed to Draco. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her there; wearing a beautiful long dress in her favourite colour, her hair pulled into a beautiful style, and smiling her beautiful smile. Again, the boy ignored his drifting mind; (Y/N) would never go to an event like this, a meaningless boring party to show off wealth and arrogance and pride. She'd much rather spend quality time with friends - as Draco would rather be doing now. He sighed at the notion; 'Besides,' he thought, 'she's probably having more fun than I am right now anyway.' 

 Unfortunately, though, she wasn't. 

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How To Solve Everything

Little Spaces - Ch.2

Ch.1, Ch.2, Ch.3

Warning: This story contains violence, gun related violence, gang related violence, starvation, hypothermia, dysfunctional family themes, dysfunctional domestic themes, poverty, and homophobia/transphobia. Read with caution and at a good time for you. Take care of yourself.

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Logan has a schedule he dedicates his life to.

First, to wake up at five am.

Next, is to get in the shower without a bucket. Why without a bucket? Because he's damn rich.

Y'see, when you're one of the most successful people in the country of Loríses, running a multi-billion dollar corporation on affordable apartment living and clean energy resources and steady bank loan agreements, well... you can afford some time.

That, and clean water.

Once that's all done and good, Logan likes to relax and have a nice breakfast in his humble top-apartment as he watches the news from the table.

The time didn't really matter when he woke up or finished eating because he never booked (or more accurately put, was forced to book) a meeting or council accommodation or ribbon cutting or something before eleven am.

Breakfast was his only sanctity; he made sure to have plenty of it.

With the news and breakfast over, Logan would head out to work with his classic polo and tie with a briefcase in hand, then spend about eight hours basically running around heading between business meetings and stock readings and introductory openings and apartment gatherings and- well, you get the picture.

Without a hitch, Logan'd get home at around seven-thirty pm, have some sort of dinner out with colleagues he really didn't care for, and get home to either sleep or do his favorite kind of work; charity work.

In the charity work's case?; he wouldn't get a wink of rest.

Today, Logan woke up like he would any other day, perhaps a little later than he thought he would, but that was due to his one am adoption centre charity bidding auction last night.

When he went to check his phone for any messages from his secretary for the day, he found only two from the uptight woman:

You have the day off, Mr.Corbett.

Have a nice day.

Logan looked on in confusion.

I have the day off? Why? he texted back.

His secretary immediately responded with a simple,You haven't used your vacation days at all for the past year, Mr.Corbett. If you don't use them by the end of September, you lose them. I took liberty of letting you off for the next week.

Logan was about to fight back and tell her he's coming into work anyway, but he found she's a bit faster with her hands.

You need it, Logan.

Go visit that old lady down the street, in the bookshop. Her name is Mrs.Tamry. She's my mother's sister and owns the place. She could use some company today.

Logan groaned. He wasn't moving the stubborn woman and that meant he actually had to take care of himself. Woe is he.

Logan grumpily put the phone to his bedside table before face-planting onto his bed. He groaned some more, kicking his feet and punching his hands into the pillows. Perhaps childish, yes, but Logan was never really raised to do much else than work. He didn't know what else to do.

Logan remembered the Mrs.Tamry from his secretary's messages a few minutes after his tantrum and sighed as he flipped over on the bed, rolling out of it.

After a shower he went over to his closet and picked out something a little more casual- a flannel and finer jeans -before stuffing down some toast to head to this bookowner.

Logan would admit that the bookstore part of the old woman was interesting; he's loved being read to and reading stories ever since he could recount the ABC's. It was one of the few pastimes he could be shown doing in public: his public advisor had once told him it made him look both gentle and intelligent, and the ladies would love it. Logan had just told him that he didn't care about the ladies and continued on his way to his office.

Logan finally made his way to the shop. He rolled his eyes at the name: "Book-Ends and Seller's Beggining." It was charming, if not a little corny, and Logan wasn't sure if this was really worth his time, but then he saw the little old lady through the glass sitting by her lonesome and let out a breath of air.

Dammit. Why do I have to feel so guilty?

Logan pushed his way through the tall glass doors and looked his way around, noticing the high bookshelves and neat working stations. It seemed grandma kept up with the times as Logan noticed a small table with a few charging stations attached to it, and a couple of teens doing their homework while plugging their phones in nearby. A stack of laps for rent stood on a shelf near the station.

Logan heard the old woman laugh hoarsely behind him.

"Well, now I wasn't expecting such a dashing young man in my shop so early in the morning!" Mrs.Tamry teased, still laughing. She got up from her weaved rocking chair and instead shuffled her way over to a flustered Logan. "Got some good bone structure- although the hair could use some work. A working man, hmm?"

Logan stammered at the guiding, touching hands and expert eye. "Yes ma'am, I- I am a businessman," he squeaked out.

Logan was used to just saying nothing while out in public, or worse, hosting everything and never getting a break. Having this conversation, if not an awkward one, made him sweat bullets. It was unknown territory.

"A businessman, huh?" Mrs.Tamry sang. She looked him over a few more times, noting the sweaty palms and pale face, before hollaring over to the kids in the corner, "Does this man look familiar?"

The three in the corner; a smaller, but colorful child, a tall but scraggly young fellow, and a boy with a star for his shirt all turned their heads.

The colorful kid snickered. "Nah, he looks too nervous to be any big shot I've heard of," they chided.

"Yeah, and what would he be doing here of all places if he was?" the scraggly lad questioned.

"Hey, knock it off!" the boy in the star shirt huffed. "The guy's probably super sweet and here to pick something up for his wife where they'll read fairytales to their kids and it'll be really damn cute!"

The colorful child started laughing hard; so hard, in fact, that they started tearing up. The scraggly kid did the same. The star boy just crossed his arms, looking to Logan with a much more innocent view.

Logan was sweating so profusely he was afraid he was going to faint. Mrs.Tamry just watched with a crooked smile at their imaginations.

"I am right, huh? You're just a nice guy!" the star boy asked, leaning in. The other two troublemakers got themselves together enough to lean in too, giggling.

"Yeah, tell us! Who are you?"

Logan couldn't stop himself before he even knew what his brain and mouth were going to say.

"I-I'm gay."

Well that was certainly new.

Logan realized what he said and covered his mouth with his hand, shock covering his entire face. Oh now you've done it, he roared at himself, you've told three kids and an old lady you're a disgusting pansy!

But the yelling and the chastising and the kicking-him-out-of-the-store never came. The other children looked to him in absolute glee, and the old woman just snickered.

"So what, dude? I'm like... mega gay too," the boy in the star shirt joked. He easily smiled at Logan.

Logan couldn't tell if he was being encouraged, or if he was doing the encouraging to the boy.

The other two children looked between eachother before looking to Logan. "We're non-binary. We use they/them pronouns. Could you please use them?"

Logan just barely managed a nod, his nerves in overdrive. He just outed himself and now these brave kids were coming out to him too? It was a hell of a thing to wrap around his brain. "O-Of course I will," he managed through chattering teeth.

Logan turned to the old woman last. He expected her to throw him out at first, but now he realized that she knew all this time. Now he looked to Mrs.Tamry in fear. The fact she could figure something like that out so quick was something Logan wasn't prepared to deal with, shock after shock being ran into him in the past ten minutes.

"Young man, you realize that this establishment has a 'We Accept You' sticker on the front, right?" she giggled, patting his shoulder despite him being a tree and her a stump.

Logan looked back to the glass and saw a mirrored version of that sticker on the door; clear as day.

Logan slumped his shoulders. "Oh."

Mrs.Tamry took his shoulders and guided Logan over to a seat, sitting in the one next to him with a sigh. "Ooh, that feels much better on my back."

Logan just stared at her, sweating and shaking and why had I not fought my secretary on letting me work-

Mrs.Tamry clasped a hand on top of his fussing one and smiled gently. The wild side of her had been turned down, and now something much more sweet laid itself out to the scatterbrained gay.

Logan felt himself calm down just a little.

"Now now, I've been told by my niece that her boss was coming in today to spend his day off. I'm to assume that's you, right?" she gently asked. The hand on Logan's softly rubbed it's thumb against Logan's knuckles.

Logan calmed down just a little more.

His tongue managed to unstick itself from the roof of his mouth enough to let out a small, "yes."

He didn't know why he was so freaked. Usually when he got this nervous he'd just bury it down like he had been for the past thirty something years but in this place, it felt like no matter how hard he tried, he was forced to feel everything he was feeling. Logan did not like it.

Mrs.Tamry sighed and used her other hand to tap a gentle rhythm in Logan's arm, giving him something to hold on to.

"Y'know, I didn't expect such a good man like you to be holding back so much fear. I could feel it as you stepped through that door," Mrs.Tamry commented, trying to make small talk.

Logan avoided her eyes. "Well, I haven't got much of a place to let it out."

Mrs.Tamry kept the rhythm on his arm while she hummed.

"Well that simply isn't good!" she preached. "Tell you what, if you're feeling so scared and trembling like you are now, you can always come to me, y'hear?"

Logan nodded a little. He could feel himself slowly relax, coming down from being so flustered and flabbergasted.

New places, new conversations- in which he made actual conversations instead of one-sided invites -new people, new ideas, new everything! It made his brain go into overdrive and his nerves alight. Usually he was able to handle it, bury it deep for later, but here? It seemed he couldn't stuff the feelings down.

Maybe it was Mrs.Tamry's wild but motherly approach, or the bookstore's inviting nature, or the teens he talked to earlier, but either way, Logan just sighed.

He was okay. He was safe. He was okay.

Mrs.Tamry pulled Logan up and rubbed his back while she headed him in the direction of the laptops.

"Why don't you do yourself a favor and find a game to play or- or a messaging site to talk to someone!" Mrs.Tamry then giggled cheekily. "It seems you don't have many friends, so now's a time to start!"

Logan took a seat next to the three teens with an awkward smile and a wave as he opened up the laptop. It was a little out of style, but it seemed fine enough as Logan booted it up.

"We never got your name, sir," the star boy asked politely while Logan logged in.

"Yeah! Like for example I'm Joan and that's Talyn, and he's Thomas, so now you know us!" the newly named Joan called out, tipping their beanie like a celebrity.

Talyn nodded along, playing with their colorful hair. "Homework is getting boring, we wanna know you!"

Logan turned to the three kids with a reserved smile as he signed up for a messenger site called GetAlong.

"My name is Logan Corbett."

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Put Your Head On My Shoulder

Chapter 2: Maybe You And I Will Fall In Love

When I woke up, my first thought was of Gerard, the hippie I met last night. Immediately, I felt regret. I know I shouldn't be thinking of someone else when I'm perfectly happy in my current relationship, especially a man. I can't help myself though. What I felt in that one conversation was almost everything I was missing in my daily interactions with other people. He seemed genuinely interested, and no one has been that interested in me since Jamia and Bennie.

Gerard was the main thing running around in my mind while I did my usual morning routine. The thing was though was that it didn't bother me one bit. I was perfectly happy thinking of him all morning. The smallest things that reminded me of him, like my pomade, made me smile. There was something about Gerard that put me at ease. I knew that I needed to see him today, even if it's only for a minute or less. I even dressed nicer than I usually do. The main reason is because of the dance Jamia and I are going to later this evening. The other reason is because of Gerard. I want to look nice for him, and I'm hoping that he will dress as nicely as I imagined last night. My mind can only wonder.

I headed down the street in the same direction as Gerard went last night. Anxiously, I looked down both sides of the street as if he could pop out at any moment now. I don't know why I was so anxious. Gerard could just see me as a friend after all, and I would be the fool rushing into this. I walked into town, but still no sign of Gerard. Where would a New Jersey hippie go at 10 am?

That's when I came upon a roadside flower shop. Gerard was slightly leaning over a section of pansies with a judgemental look on his face. At this moment, I could've sworn my heart went off on a highspeed chase then. I smiled softly to myself and with a skip in my step, I approached him. "The fact that I find the likes of you by a flower shop," I smirked.

Gerard looked up now. I could tell he was a little surprised by the greeting. Now he smiled at me. "What can I say? Flowers are beautiful specimens!" He chirped, plucking a flower out to inspect it. "Like this one! Pretty little petals, hm?" He held it out to me now. The pansy he picked had dark violet petals with a bold black center. I smiled. "Pretty."

Gerard smiled softly at my response, which set my heart on another chase. Now he tucked the pansy back with the rest. "What flowers would work for uh...what're those things called? Corsages?" He sniffed as he swept his gaze over the variety of flower breeds presented in front of him.

"Why do you need a corsage?" I asked, genuinely curious. This provoked Gerard to look at me with a serious look in his hazel eyes.

"Isn't there a dance tonight?"

Now I stared at Gerard. How did he know about the dance? Did I say something about it last night? "There is--"

"Aha! Do you think you could take me to the dance? I dropped out of high school before I could attend those silly things," Gerard interrupted. He bit his lip and tucked some of his long hair behind his ears. "Y'see, I never had anyone to go with, but now that I've...met you, I thought you'd take me."

I looked at Gerard blankly. Oh, he's not going to like the news I'm going to tell him. "I'm already going with someone, Gerard." His face told me everything he was feeling. That was enough to make me feel terrible. "But if you'd like to catch up after the dance, we can."

Gerard shook his head. "It's fine," He muttered. "You can spend the night with them."

"It's not 'fine,'" I protested. I took a step closer to him and spoke in a quieter tone before anyone could catch on to our conversation. "I would like to take you to the dance, but I don't think they'd let you in. The school, I mean."

Gerard waved me off. "Yeah, yeah, I know that. As I said, it's fine." He let out a sigh now and took a step back. "Look, I'm gonna go. See ya around, Frankie."

I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and stop Gerard from walking further away from me, but he was already a half-block away. My heart sunk. There is nothing else I could do. I wasn't sure if I'd see him again. Was this the end? This can't be...

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At seven sharp, I was at Jamia's front door as I had promised her. Behind my back was a bouquet of flowers that I picked out at the flower shop earlier in the day. I also bought a corsage, or two. I was still hopeful to see Gerard tonight, and I hope that I could make it up to him by giving him the corsage he wanted. I waited for about a half minute until the door finally opened to reveal Jamia. The sight of her in the dress she wore nearly took my breath away. The dress hugged her slim torso and at the waistline, it flared out slightly. It was made of the prettiest pastel pinks. The skirt of the dress donned a lacey pattern. The dress wasn't the only thing making Jamia stunning, it was also her makeup. It was as if the best artist in the world did her makeup. It appeared natural and minimal, and she was wearing a lipstick shade that complimented her dress.

"Well, say something!" Jamia giggled softly. She performed a little twirl for me, and I smiled. "You look amazing, Jamia," I whispered. I held a hand out to her now, and once she took my hand I revealed the flowers I held behind my back. Jamia let out a slight gasp. "Oh, Frankie, they're stunning!" She placed a delicate kiss on my cheek before gently taking the flowers. She handled them with such great care I almost believed she thought that she'd break them. 

The rest of the night went as I imagined. Jamia and I met up with our cliques and our friends alike at the dance, and we both had the night of our lives dancing on the open floor in the school gymnasium. The live band that played for the dance was absolutely amazing. They played all of the greatest and popular songs that matched the mood of the evening. Everything from the dance to the food made our special night spectacular, but all night I couldn't stop thinking of Gerard. I was constantly wondering if he was alright, and where I might find him tonight...

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As the night grew older, the students slowly began to leave the dance. My group also lowered in numbers. Soon, it was about me and Jamia's time to leave, so I hooked arms with her and lead her outside to the parking lot. However, when we neared my car, I could see someone off in the grass dancing alone. From where I was, I could barely hear music from the gymnasium so I don't know what that person was dancing to.

During the whole drive to Jamia's home, my mind slowly made the connection that the person swaying alone to no music was most likely Gerard. Was he waiting for me? Did he still want to see me tonight? These questions encouraged my heart to beat fast from excitement. I know it isn't wise to hope so much but I couldn't help myself because just the thought that Gerard could be into me in some way excited me. So shortly after I had kissed Jamia goodnight and watched her walk inside, I sped back to the school as fast as I could. It seems as if luck was on my side tonight because the lonely person was still there. Smiling, I exited my vehicle and approached the dancing figure.

As I guessed, it was Gerard. Before I approached him, he was caught up in his own little world. His own beautiful world. His expression was one of pure carelessness and freedom. He had the softest smile and his eyes were closed in a pleasant way. His movements were intricate and calculated, yet delicate and slow. He wasn't wearing any pants this time. Instead, it was a simple patched skirt. Who knows where he found that old thing. The odd thing about it, though, was that he pulled the raggedy look off well.

"Gerard?"

My words shattered the undisturbed silence. Gerard whirled around to face me, his face full of shock.

"Frank!" He exclaimed, his eyes wide in horror. "You-- You're-- I--"

I could tell he was embarrassed to be caught. I gave him a calm smile. "Relax, you're fine," I said. "You looked beautiful."

Gerard gaped at me for a few seconds before blushing madly. He smiled bashfully now and dipped his head. I took this opportunity to step closer and take his hand. "What do you wanna do tonight? Take me anywhere. I'm all yours." His hazel eyes traveled up to meet mine, and I swear I've never seen them so bright. I went to lean in, but...Gerard seemed to have other ideas. He gripped onto my hand tighter and suddenly began to drag me towards the direction of the football field. Somehow the lights still stayed on, even this late at night. Maybe there were other couples here for obvious reasons.

Gerard let my hand go now and sprinted to the middle of the field. He stretched his arms out to the dark sky and let out a deep breath. "Although I've never been a big sports guy, I do miss the games, the atmosphere," He said. He seemed to be speaking more to himself. After a moment, he turned to face me. "Sucks we don't have any music."

I nodded. Too bad I wasn't much of a musician myself. I took a few steps closer to Gerard. "You really wanna dance, huh?" Well, where could we dance? The school parking lot? No, we'd be caught and that wouldn't be pleasant.

Gerard sighed. "Hm, well, maybe we can just...imagine the music." Now he was the one to take my hand. I observed how he thought through how we would dance. His lips were slightly puckered and his eyes glanced over me about ten times. When he had analyzed everything, he finally took my other hand and closed the remaining space between us. His eyes met mine. "Do you know that song by Paul Anka? It was kinda popular back in my high school days."

"Tch, you make that sound like ages ago, Gerard," I smiled. "Of course I know that song. Put Your Head On My Shoulder, right?" To that, Gerard smiled rather coyly. He didn't say anything in response though. He simply began to hum the familiar tune and soon we were slowly swaying along to it. The two of us were completely absorbed into the dancing, we didn't care to look for anyone watching. To us, we were the only ones on Earth. We were the last remaining people dancing slowly on a football field under bright lights.

As the end of the song neared, we had stopped dancing. I wanted to attempt a kiss again, but I wasn't sure how Gerard would feel about that, and honestly, I wasn't sure how I would feel about it either. Any such homosexual acts are considered taboos... So I ignored the urge for now.

"C'mon, let's go for a stroll," Gerard said suddenly. He let my hands go and began to walk down the football field. He had a cute little skip in his skip, and my heart did not fail to flutter at his actions.

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[colubrina]

Terrible day anon, and that is extremely generous... I know creativity isn't a faucet. But if some Hansy lightening bolt struck you, I could not would not complain.

The thing Harry hated most about Pansy Parkinson was the way she pushed her hair back when she was reading.   She’d been coming into the same coffee shop he liked for three weeks, always ordering the same thing, always sitting in the broken down green arm chair by the window with the spider plant.  She’d kick her shoes off, tuck one foot under her, and read her book for an hour, then leave.  And the whole time she shoved her hair back behind one ear only to have it fall forward again.  She’d do it over and over again for the whole hour and he kept seeing the motion out of the corner of his eye and it distracted him.

He was supposed to be reviewing a long series of dull regulations.  There were rules for Aurors - so many rules - and most of them hadn’t been updated since 1479.  In 1479 some poor sucker had been asked to review them all, and had.

Apparently it was his turn to be the sucker.

He hated it.

He didn’t like fighting dark wizards.   The idea had seemed noble when he’d been fifteen but now he thought he might have changed his mind and being asked to read through pages and pages of this garbage and make suggestions for changes wasn’t making the job any more appealing.  He’d taken to abandoning the Ministry offices to work here where the coffee was better because there was no way any human being could read through this stuff without coffee.  He’d asked Hermione for help and she’d laughed at him - actually laughed - and told him no friendship was great enough to take that on.

And he’d been doing fine until Pansy had starting appearing. Every little shove of her hair distracted him, and then he’d realize he’d been staring at her cute nose and her perfect lips and her smart little skirts for ten minutes and he’d force his eyes back to the parchment in front of him.

Then she’d push that hair back again.

He finally couldn’t stand it and on a Monday at 2:37 in the afternoon he shoved his hand in her face with the elastic hair tie he’d taken from the table where Hermione had left it when she’d gone up to Ron’s room the night before.  “If you tied that mess back you’d stop having to play with it,” he said.

She looked slowly up from her book and met his eyes for so long he began to squirm under that gaze.  “Potter,” she said at last.  She plucked the elastic from his fingers, placed it between the pages of her book, and closed the cover with a snap.   “What’s it to you?”

“You’re bothering me,” he said, realizing how stupid that sounded as soon as the words left his lips.

“So?” she asked.

He had to bluster on now.  He’d trapped himself.  “I have to read this,” he said.  He had the day’s pages in his other hand.   They were confidential.  He couldn’t just go about leaving them on coffee shop tables.  “I can’t focus with you around.”

She shrugged. “So stay in your office,” she said.

“I hate my office.”  Sometimes you only hear the truth when you say it out loud, and all the ways he’s resented this work, and all the ways being an Auror was a letdown, and all the ways he didn’t want to ever have to fight a Dark wizard again crystalized in that one sentence and he sank down into the hard, wooden chair directly opposite her and said again, “I hate it.”

The spider plant brushed against his cheek and he batted it away with annoyance.  Pansy reached over and took the pages out of his hand and skimmed them.  “You read through this on purpose?” she asked.  

“It’s my job,” he said helplessly.

“So quit,” she said. “You’re rich aren’t you?”

Harry nodded, though he still felt poor.  He still felt like the kid wearing ill-fitting hand-me-downs and he suspected he always would.   Her face softened for a moment and he wondered bitterly which of the ‘Poor Harry’ unauthorized biographies she’d read.  They ranged from sentimental to salacious and none of them did more than flirt with the truth but most liked to dwell on the horrific Muggle parenting he’d endured.  Abuse sold.She slipped her book down into her bag, put her foot back into her shoe, and stood up. “Good,” she said.  “Since you’re rich you can afford to take me to dinner.”

“It’s the middle of the afternoon,” Harry said.  “I have to go back to - “

“Ugh,” she said. “You do not.  Are you taking me on a date or not?”Harry decided he was.  He most emphatically was.  And he did.   The Ministry sent three owls demanding the classified and confidential files back and one Howler denouncing him for quitting after they’d made a special accommodation for a man with no N.E.W.T.s   Pansy sent one back.

He watched her write it.

She kept shoving her hair back behind one ear and he thought how much he loved that absent-minded gesture.

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