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vbpotter · 3 years

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Mafoy (James Potter x Reader) Pt.2

Part 1

A/n : Y/m/n stands for ‘Your Marauders nickname’

Also - Requests are open <3

" Sirius , Who is she ?" Harry asked as he came upon a Picture of the Marauders and Lily with a girl . The girl had always been in most of the pictures , but Harry never asked anyone about who she was .

Sirius Froze as he turned around to face Harry , his face expressionless .

The duo was currently sat in Sirius's room at Number 12. Grimmauld Place , Harry was going through pictures Sirius showed him as Sirius cleaned his room and told Harry about the story behind every moving Picture .

Sirius came up to sit beside Harry . Sirius gently took the picture in his hands staring at it .

It was one of Sirius's favorite pictures (Mainly because it didn't have the rat in it ) . This picture was taken on James and Lily's Wedding Day . Sirius - The Best Man- had his glass of Firewhiskey raised in the air , Remus was standing as the Gentleman he was - a large smile on his face . Then there were Lily and James , beside each other - not looking at the camera but into each others eyes . And then finally , It was Her. She stood there happily , her outfit very different than the others . While the Others wore suits and dresses , she stood there in a sleeveless yellow floral summer dress . She looked effortlessly amazing . She stood out from the crowd , and her charming smile playing on her lips was just a plus factor to her beauty . Though , if you looked closely , her eyes were slightly glassy , Sirius couldn't figure out if they were tears of Joy or Sadness . But , he later realized that it was probably both .

" Y/m/n" Sirius whispered

" Wait ... the fifth member of your group you never told me anything about ?" Harry asked and Sirius nodded , tears swimming at the brim of his eyes.

" Tell me something about her " Harry said , his voice commanding and confused . No one ever told him anything about this new girl , and he didn't know why .

" Y/n Malfoy .......Yes Harry , Y/n Malfoy . Lucious Malfoy's younger sister " Sirius added , seeing Harry's shocked state.

" She was a Gryffindor..........And a Blood traitor in her family's books , much like me . She was the most beautiful person inside out , I have met till this date . She was the one who kept held us all through our dark times , she was the one trying to keep others happy , giving every piece of her to us . She was our little ball of sunshine, who lived in darkness , but none of us knew . Sometimes, guilt courses through me Harry , realizing that we could have saved her ....But looks like I failed in this , J-just like I did in everything" Sirius said , his voice cracking .

" She was tortured at home , Harry , mercilessly . She never told us , just to make sure we weren't worried . Her parents hated her , she was left in the shadows , the dark lord wanted her , she was broken .And to top all of it up , The Boy she loved never loved her back . He couldn't see how beautiful she was ,he never saw how strong she was , Never . Hell , she didn’t even need help to kick ones arse. But The Boy she loved , that one was blind , he was blinded by someone else and failed to notice that he had the perfect person right in front of him ." Sirius said as he tried to hold his tears in .

" She must have been a wonderful Person . The Boy was a bloody idiot , I am pretty sure about that " Harry said , though he was surprised when Sirius gave a shaky chuckle.

"Do you realize that you just called your dad a bloody idiot ?" Sirius asked . Harry sat there for a moment in confusion , that was until realization hit him.

But,before he could say anything else, Sirius continued .

" You know Harry , A part of loving someone truly is being happy in their happiness . Being Happy when they are happy and carrying them when they are sad . A part of Loving someone is accepting , accepting that you will be happy even if they didn't chose you . These things were accepted by her , unlike someone else " Sirius said and he basically spat the last part out for a reason Harry did not know, yet .

"She accepted the rules of love, Harry . She did everything in her power to keep the people she loved Happy , even it meant loosing her own . And then there is the harsh reality that she was killed by her own brother" Sirius said , and a look of loathe crossed his face . Harry sat silently , taking everything in .

"I clearly remember it . We were on an Order mission , it was the most horrible we had ever been to . Spells here and there , glass shattering ,walls blasting , everything being destroyed . That was when Malfoy's hood fell off and he decided that it was enough . He caught sight of Lily , the only muggleborn in our group and sent the killing curse her way " Sirius said and Harry let a sharp intake of breathe .

" It all happened so quickly that we were hardly able to notice it . I remember it . A loud shout of "Lily!" and then a flash of blinding green light and then a thud . And the next thing I know when I turn around is Y/n . Her lifeless body laying on the Floor , scratches on her face and body , her lips slightly agape . But what made me scream was her eyes . Those beautiful E/c eyes looked calm and peaceful . I had seen them sad , broken , happy and cheerful , even angry .........But never so calm . It was as if s-she had f-finally found peace .......It was as if she was finally content . It was - " Sirius said , his voice breaking as tears finally started pouring form his eyes .

"The death eaters Fled after that , and Malfoy , he didn't even glance at his dead sister . " Sirius wanted to continue , but , was cut off by Harry .

" What - What was My D-Dad's reaction ?" Harry asked hesitantly . Sirius exhaled shakily.

"James ...........He was broken.....Didn't even talk to anyone , not even Lily........Until......" Sirius said trailing off

"Until?" Harry asked.

"Until a week later . A week after the attack , when everyone was still shook , It was revealed that Lily was 6 weeks pregnant with you ....." Sirius said .

"What?" Harry whispered .

"Hmmm..........That night , Y/n not only saved Lily , But she unknowingly saved you too , Harry . James , he was the happiest we had seen that week after that " Sirius said .

" If she was alive.........She would have taken care of you like her own son , if not better . Partly because You are James's son . But , the bigger reason being that you had spent your childhood without love , something she knew exactly how it felt like . " Sirius said , sniffing . There was another large Muffled sob echoing the room . It wasn't from Sirius, though .

Harry's head snapped towards the door , where Remus was leaning against the door , crying into his sleeves .

"James and Lily did love each other, Harry. But for us , It was always James and Y/n ........." Remus said , his voice a muffled sob . Though , Harry wasn't listening . He didn't even know when Sirius and Remus left the room .

As he sat there , staring at the young and beautiful girl on the photo, he realized that he had been saved by a person's love more than once .

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rogue-durin-16 · 3 years

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UNSURPRISING

Summary: There were a few moments during Fred's friendship with Y/n's in which they were a bit too close to kissing. Then, there was that one time they did.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: fluff

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Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn @meph1stophelian

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality

Warnings: language maybe, murder

A/N: this one was not scheduled for tonight but I wanted to cheer @meph1stophelian up because she deserves it, so enjoy your dose of Fred fluff <3

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"Okay, Y/n," Ginny grabbed a pastry from the platter which we had stolen from the kitchen and that now laid on a small coffee table in the middle of the Room of Requirement. "truth or dare?"

"Dare."

"I dare you to... Wait." She thought about it for a second before leaning on Luna to ask her something. "I dare you to kiss Fred."

"Uh-uh." Fred, who had just moved to the higher table where the drinks had been laid, was quick to respond, "Not happening." shortly after followed by me.

"I'm not doing that."

"You can't skip a dare!" Ron exclaimed outraged.

"I can if I'm over eight years old." I replied, leaning back on the couch with my arms crossed.

"What she said." Fred agreed, raising his glass at me before drinking.

"Since when do you two back out of a dare?" Ginny questioned with a frown.

"Since this girl here" he motioned at me "started dating Pucey."

"What?" Harry asked in shock. "Pucey? Pucey as in Adrian Pucey?"

"Yeah?" I replied.

"You and Pucey?" Hermione raised her brows and gave Ginny a confused look. "I don't quite see it."

"Oi, what's there to see? I'm the only one who has to see it, don't you think?" I responded, slightly annoyed. "And why is no one talking about this bloke's love life?" I pointed at Fred who now stood behind me. "He's dating that Hufflepuff girl too!"

He tsked his tongue. "Not anymore."

"That's... unsurprising." George commented.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Fred questioned suspicious, kicking my leg for me to move aside so he could sit.

His twin snorted. "You know what's supposed to mean." He took a sip from his drink before nodding at Ginny. "C'mon Gin, change the dare— for Pucey's sake." George scanned us both with analyzing eyes before adding, "we don't want Y/n to end up ditching his boyfriend for this twit, now do we?"

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"YEEEEH" I was already down on the arena, clapping, when Fred landed with a wide cocky grin on his face, his breathing ragged due to the match's intense last few minutes.

I had rushed down the moment the snitch was caught to be the first one to congratulate him, so I was quite breathless too.

"Did you see me up there? Saving the bloody match!" He exclaimed, tossing his broom and bat on the ground in order to catch me when I threw myself to him.

"You were brilliant oh my gosh!" I let out a surprised laugh. The match seemed pretty much lost until Fred's performance came into play. "Oi, don't let it go to your head!" I was quick to add, pulling away from his embrace.

"Y/n Y/l/n just said I'm brilliant," He stated, the grin not leaving his face. "it's definitely going to my head."

I groaned, letting my forehead fall against his chest. His heart was beating fast, but I blamed it on the adrenaline of the match.

But what was I supposed to blame on the way my own heartbeat picked up when his hand found the small of my back and casually pulled me a tad closer?

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"Oi," I slid open the door's compartment and scanned it briefly before saying, "everything's full, do you mind—"

"Not at all." Fred rapidly answered, sitting up slightly but quickly returning to his laid back position after I had taken a seat by his side.

I had a brief exchange of words with George and Lee before silence fell upon us; it was quite unsual, yet understandable due to the exhaustion we had been put under during the last semester.

It was because of it that Lee fell asleep, shortly after followed by George. I took the chance to grab my book to avoid giving in to the sleep, though my reading was soon disturbed by Fred's foot tapping over the upholstery of the seat.

"What?" I questioned quietly, my brow quirked at him while my eyes peeked over the book.

"What are you reading?"

"Advanced Potion-Making— what do you want?"

"Rude." I rolled my eyes, making a smirk dance on his lips. He seemed to weigh what he was about to say. "I got you something for Christmas."

"Wait— you what?" He got up, ignoring my shock, and, stretching his hands to reach his bag, he pulled out a small package. "I— you—"

"Speechless, I see." He pointed out amused, handing me the package before plopping back down, his gaze trained on me. "C'mon, open it." His teeth trapped his lower lip in anticipation, and I felt how my blood started to pump violently through my veins before I unwrapped the present. "A little birdy told me you liked... What's it called? Chokers?" I could only nod, speechless at the delicate choker in my lap. "I mean, my hand would have been just as good but you can wear this one in public too."

My face flared up at his words and astonishment was replaced by the usual need to fuck that little bastard up. "I hate you."

"I'm kidding, love." He chuckled, tugging on his sleeves and nodding at the jewelry. "You like it?"

The softness in his gaze made my anger go away as I took another look at the choker. "I love it, but you didn't have to." I scrunched my nose. "it looks very—"

"If you say expensive I'll shove it up your arse so watch your tongue." He warned me, half jokingly and half serious.

"What a way of ruining a sweet gesture." I pointed out, feigning a pout.

"Don't worry, I'll make it sweet again, you'll see—" he pushed himself away from the wall and scooted closer to me, tending his palm. "Give it to me." I obeyed and shifted my position so I would have my back to him. His fingers moved my hair away before his hands carefully placed the strap of velvet around my throat and clasped it. "There." He whispered, putting my hair back in place.

I turned around again without any clue of what to tell him. "I-I'd have gotten you something—"

"Y/n, it's a gift, not a trade." He gave me a warm smile, one that anyone rarely got to see, and my face heated up once more. His eyes seemed to flicker to my lips just for an instant, but he soon averted them from me to check on our peers. "Don't tell them, I won't hear the end of it."

I too peeked at them before leaning in and placing a soft kiss on Fred's cheek. "Merry Christmas, Fred."

The little smile grew into a wide side grin while he casted his face down, fixing it on his hands. "Merry Christmas, Y/n."

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I was out after curfew, yes, but I wasn't doing anything bad, just visiting my friends in their common room; I only had to be careful and no one would notice me.

Or so I thought.

To my luck, while I was tiptoeing through one of the halls, none other than Fred Weasley bumped into me.

"Shit!" We both took a moment to observe one another. "Alright, sorry in advance." He apologised, taking a peek at the path he had taken before grabbing my hand and pulling me with him.

I didn't hesitate on running with me; I knew he had brought trouble directly to me, and if I didn't follow, I would get detention and, with Umbridge in control, I had to avoid that at all costs.

"Wait wait— Here!" He tapped what I assumed was a camouflaged door and pulled me inside before it could open completely.

We both reached for the door at the same time, shutting it as fast and quiet as possible and stepping back right in time to hear what I assumed was a part of Umbridge's Inquisitorial Squad.

Fred was so close that I could feel his heavy breath tickling my neck while we stumbled back into the pitch black darkness of the narrow passage.

"Well, that was close." I commented, trying to keep my pants at bay; it was the only sound heard —our pants.

His hands left my biceps to presumably fall limply on his sides, but he didn't step back to put some space between us. I couldn't see anything, but I still turned around and instantly knew his eyes were trying to find mines, just like my fingertips attempted to intertwin with his.

It was a bad idea, but no one had to know; the lack of light in the secret passage would prevent anyone to witness it, even us.

No one would see it, I thought, trailing my fingers up his arm until I reached his cheek.

His own hand made its way to my waist, giving it a squeeze and pulling me to him.

I pushed him away as soon as we heard Filch's cat miaowing at the hidden door, followed by the erratic running of the caretaker.

Fred grunted in frustration. "C'mon!" He rushed me, taking my hand once more and running down the ginnel.

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We were running breathless, hands held, casting spells left and right.

'Don't stop moving' Arthur had said when the part of the castle we were defending fell into the Dementors' claws.

One of the Carrow apparated a few feet ahead of us, sending a Cruciatus in our direction even before we came to a halt in our running.

Fred raised his wand, quick as lightning, shielding us from the curse, and I didn't miss a beat before hexing the death eater, hitting her right in the chest.

Fred spun around to guard my back from another death eater that stood behind us while I, seeing that the Carrow sister attempted to get up, casted another stunning spell at her, only that this time it hit her shield.

Both Fred and I duelled the two Voldemort's acolytes until we managed to take them out almost simultaneously, yet in very different ways.

"STUPEFY!" Fred yelled out loud to enhance the spell's effect.

I did the same, knowing I needed that extra push to take Carrow out only that my spell was way more harmful. "AVADA KEDAVRA!"

Fred turned around, still gripping my hand, to see the death eater's corpse on the floor. "Fuck!" He exclaimed.

"Was that a good 'fuck' or a bad 'fuck'?" I inquired, adrenaline pumping through my veins when I turned to meet the redhead's eyes, sparkling with excitement.

"Definitely a good 'fuck'." We both let out a laugh as if I hadn't just murdered someone. "Kiss me." He demanded; fortunately, I was thinking that same thing, so my lips crashed against his in a rough kiss right after he had finished the sentence.

We both tried to pour into the kiss as much sentiment as possible to let the other know how much we had craved to do that for the last three years. Our hands and arms were wrapped around each other, pulling our bodies as close as possible in the now empty corridor as if the world was about to end; it most likely was.

"Being realistic," I began speaking against his lips, once he had pulled away only enough for us to breathe. "we might be dead by tomorrow," if the situation was a bit different, we would probably be crying, but our little victory had made euphoria flood our hearts. "so know that—"

"I love you too." He finished with a nod.

I nodded back, pecking his lips before untangling by limbs from his and pulling him with me in order to resume our jog away.

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bwbatta · 3 years

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four - believable

Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship right?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: this is super fluffy beware

Word count: 3944

A/N: well, I’m back and BOY do I have a good one for you! Christmasy vibes are at 100% as I’m struggling to believe Christmas has actually been and gone, hopefully this will fulfil your Christmas Draco cravings!

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If you thought people gossiped too much about the rumour of Draco and you being in a relationship before it was even confirmed, the gossip that was instigated from your kiss in the middle of the Great Hall was on another level.

No one said it to your face but everyone thought the chemistry between the two of you surely couldn’t have been faked.

Little did they know though, right?!

Whispers died down after a couple weeks of seeing the two of you walk around holding hands or with Draco’s arm over your shoulder pulling you close in his grip.

In fact the two of you touching in some way became such a constant that it almost felt odd when his hand wasn’t resting on your leg while you were together.

The one thing that wasn’t so weird to come from the game you two had going on, was how Pansy had dialled down her desperate attempts to seduce the blonde Malfoy heir.

Sure she still tried when you weren’t around, but it was a lot less than before and all her attempts were rebuffed and ignored by Draco.

After about a month, her attempts had dwindled and come to a halt.

Not that the two of you noticed that much.

You both had to admit, you enjoyed how things were with each other right now, not that you’d tell the other.

“Hey Sweetheart”

Broken out of your thoughts you looked up to see the familiar blonde approaching you with a grin on his face.

The two of you saw each other earlier that day for breakfast and then later for Potions, but since you both chose different courses, you didn’t have the time to cross paths again until later that evening.

You had been flicking through an astronomy textbook, attempting to finally finish your essay in the Library. Christmas was fast approaching which meant so were final deadlines for the term. Mostly you were fine with the workload you had, thanks to a specific muggleborn Gryffindor who had kept you on track, yet astronomy was kicking your arse.

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t tell your constellations apart from your galaxies.

“Hi” you sighed in reply causing the boy to frown

“That doesn’t sound very happy”

“That’s because this Astronomy essay is making me want to knock myself out with a telescope” you rested your head on your arms dejectedly. “It would be less painful.”

Draco didn’t stop the snort escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes at your dramatics and grabbed your excuse of an essay. With a snicker he shot you an amused look at the last line you’d written on the parchment, aka when you’d really given up all hope.

“’The Sirius constellation looks like a dog but you can’t really tell which breed’?! You’re honestly going to give this in?!” he laughed

“You can’t tell though!”

“Well first, Sirius is a star not a constellation and second the constellation it’s in is obviously a terrier.”

“How helpful”

His grey eyes shot you an amused look before gathering up your books and papers and put them away in your bag. Grabbing your hand he pulled you up and out of the Library which you groaned at, complaining you needed to finish your essay.

“I know” he just responded, pulling you close to him by your hands before detaching them and dropping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your forehead in the process as he saw a gaggle of Ravenclaws pass you on their way to the Library. “Let’s grab some dinner and then I’ll help you with your essay.”

The kitchens weren’t as busy as usual as dinner was already happening, but still busy enough to have three house elves approach the two of you asking what they could get you.

“Two plates of roast beef, one with extra roast potatoes, the other with extra yorkshire puddings.”

Immediately your stomach growled at the thought of the food to your embarrassment. You really hadn’t realised how hungry you’d gotten.

Almost in no time at all, two steaming hot plates of food were given to you and the two of you made your way to the astronomy tower, taking a seat on the floor so you could take in the view of the setting sun.

“Why are we here? I thought we’d go back to the Library or common room to finish the essay?”

“How else am I gonna teach you the constellations if you can’t see them?!”

You were taken aback a little.

“You’re teaching me by pointing them out? How do you know astronomy?”

“The entirety of my family are named after stars and constellations on my mother’s side. It was something I just knew growing up because she taught me from when I was young.”

“So there’s a star called Draco?”

“A constellation actually” he mused, “it’s suppose to look like a dragon.”

“Suppose to?”

“Looks more like a snake if I’m honest”

The subject changed over dinner to other things you’d each thought of or heard throughout the day, when you hadn’t seen each other. Apparently the head boy and head girl had been caught by McGonagall in a broom closet getting frisky.

There had also been a fight which had broken out in the Herbology greenhouses which resulted in a mandrake pot being shattered and everyone fainting because of the screams from the young plant.

The real highlight of the day however, was the rumour of the Ancient Runes professor showing an interest in one of the sixth year Hufflepuffs.

“Contrary to popular belief, those Hufflepuffs aren’t as innocent as everyone might be led to believe” Draco snickered as you slapped his arm jokingly.

“I can’t believe a professor here would do that thought!”

“We’ve had worse teachers, lets be honest” he laughed. “Lets recall our last five years shall we?!”

“First one was killed by Harry after having You-Know-Who on the back of his head, the second was a complete moron and obliviated himself- one was a werewolf! Then lets not forget the disguised death eater and then finally this year we’ve been delighted to have the pink toad as a teacher.”

“I feel like we’ve really lucked out if I’m honest” Draco snorted as you snickered at the humoured sarcasm you shared.

A cold breeze shifted through the open tower when the sun finally set, causing you to shiver involuntarily. Deciding to only wear a thin jumper, forgoing your robes whilst you studied earlier may not have been the smartest idea once the two of you decided to eat at that destination.

Draco noticed and immediately leaned back against the wall, holding his arms out to you.

“Come here”

With a shuffle, you were under his arm, pressed against him as you settled into his side, his body heat being a welcoming factor.

“Merlin, you’re freezing” he frowned pulling you closer before conjuring up an emerald green blanket.

“Winter doesn’t really agree with me,” you joked “now tell me about these bloody constellations.”

“Well you’ve got the northern constellations and the southern ones. The northern include some such as Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Lyra and Pegasus. The southern have ones like Ara, Orion, and Canis’ Major and Minor.”

“Which one is Draco in?”

“Northern” he grinned down at you as you reciprocated his smile. “You then also have the zodiac constellations which are the 12 most commonly known ones.”

“Like Sagittarius, Aquarius and all that?”

“Yep. Within all those constellations, you’ve then got your stars.”

The blonde boy explained the basics of the stars to you almost effortlessly as your gaze flicked back and forth from him to the sky, when he pointed out which section he was talking about.

He talked non stop about the stars and you couldn’t help but admire the Slytherin as he spoke of the subject. Draco wasn’t arrogantly top of the class like Hermione was, but he was in no way lacking in knowledge when it came to subjects he knew about like it was second nature.

Time passed you both by like the cool breeze that surrounded you, and before you knew it, hours had passed just being in each others company as he easily gave you enough clarity to finish off your essay, without even having to resort to drastic measures.

You also learnt so much more than any astronomy professor had taught you in all your years at Hogwarts.

Maybe that was just because they weren’t as captivating as the blonde beside you.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you knew exactly what your favourite constellation was after that evening, and it just so happened to look like a dragon.

Christmas drew closer and Draco was adamant on sticking to his side of the deal, so with a sigh he set off to Hogsmeade in search of the extensive list of Christmas gifts he had promised to get you.

He had to appear like the perfect boyfriend after all.

Something was nagging at him though and it was constantly circling his mind as he trudged down in the frost to the village.

It had been that evening when the two of you were in the astronomy tower and he was teaching you about the stars, when it had happened.

In the midst of his talking, he pointed out the Orion constellation before glancing down at you and pausing a second to catch his breath, not because he was chatting too much, but because in the vivid light of the moon, you were ethereal.

He had whole heartedly planned to carry on talking, but the sight of you, curled up against him, with the moonlight highlighting your features, his breath was stolen from him.

Almost in a trance he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheekbone causing you to snap your gaze to him, eyes wide at the delicate gesture.

Your wide eyes shocked him out of his state and immediately he paused awkwardly, racking his brain for some kind of excuse.

“Um... eyelash” he murmured, grey eyes not breaking from your own.

“...thanks.”

His mind was screaming at him to just carry on talking, yet no words came out of his mouth.

Instead, almost like his body had a mind of it’s own, his fingers continued to move to brush away the lock of hair which had fallen out of it’s place.

Finally gaining control of his actions again, he dropped his hand and pulled you closer to him, effectively breaking your line of sight. Draco began to talk about Orion again but his mind wasn’t 100% paying attention to the facts that came out his mouth.

What the hell was that?

Shaking those questions from his head, he pressed his lips to your temple and continued his rambling about stars.

It had been quick, fleeting, but Draco hadn’t missed it and he really hoped you had. The affection which was suppose to be scripted for everyone else’s belief had reared it’s head like it was second nature to the pair.

You hadn’t said anything or brought it up so Draco definitely wasn’t going to.

He agreed with himself it was probably best left unspoken about. It was a slip up, something which felt right to do at the time but it wouldn’t happen again.

Attempting to convince himself, he muttered about how you probably didn’t even notice. It was nothing.

After all, whatever was happening affectionately between the two of you wasn’t real.

In short, you’d noticed.

Draco showing you affection was nothing new, yet Draco showing it when no one else was around, okay, that was new.

The kiss he left on your temple could of course be in a friendly manner, right? The brush against your cheek? The way he looked at you?

Friends are affectionate to each other, it was probably nothing more than a friendly endearment. Like a hug.

So why did it feel like there was so much more unsaid?

With a groan of annoyance, you shut it from your mind. There was no use in overthinking something as small as a simple affection. You were smarter than that.

The truth was, the two of you were so hellbent on making everyone around you believe you were in a relationship, you failed to noticed how neither of you denied how believable it was to each other.

Your stomach grumbled loudly, catching the attention of the witch opposite you who eyed you with annoyance.

“Are you just going to sit there, starve yourself and annoy me, or are you going to get some food and leave so I can work in peace?”

“Merlin, Hermione, it’s almost like you don’t want me around.”

“I don’t when you’re distracting me”

“Charming as ever, I see”

With a huff, the bookworm turned her attention back to her books.

Completely bored with your homework, you fidgeted with your quill between your fingers.

“Hey, Hermione? Are you going home for Christmas?”

“You couldn’t ask me this later?” she sighed as she paused in her writing and shot you an irritated look. At the shake of your head, she rolled her eyes. “Yes, My family and I are planning on going skiing again. Are you heading back?”

“Not this year, my parents are off visiting my cousins in America so I said I’d stay at Hogwarts.”

“You’re staying here for Christmas?”

A new voice entered your conversation from behind you and at the look of Hermione’s scowl, you knew immediately it was your blonde boyfriend.

Turning in your seat, you greeted him with a smile. Pecking a kiss to your lips, more for Hermione’s purpose than your own, he took the seat next to you, placing his own stack of books on the table next to you.

“Yeah, like I said, parents are going to America, it’s just easier if I stay.”

“Not many others are planning on staying though, not even the Weasleys” Draco frowned.

You shrugged at his insinuation, knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“I’ll be fine, might actually get some peace and quiet to be honest.”

He didn’t look convinced.

“I’ll write to my parents and tell them I’m staying for Christmas”

“Draco-”

“Nope, I’m not going to let you spend Christmas alone,” he was adamant, “Can I borrow a piece of parchment, I’ll write to them now.”

“Go ahead, I’m not using it” you replied which earned you an exasperated look from the Gryffindor opposite you, which you ignored.

Hermione took the time to observe the two of you and how effortlessly you interacted around each other. It was like a cleverly choreographed piece.

You looked down at your work, Draco looked up at you. Draco looked down at the letter he was now writing, you looked up at Draco. You rested your hand on his arm when you were talking, he leans into your touch.

The Granger witch couldn’t help but almost admire the chemistry between the two of you and how easy it seemed it was to be with the other. Sure, she had doubts at the very start when you’d just begun dating, yet getting a front row seat to seeing the two of you bounce off each other, Hermione Granger believed wholeheartedly the two of you loved each other.

Even if you didn’t know it yourselves yet.

Draco had followed through with his promise and as it seemed every other student had journeyed down to the train a couple days ago. The two of you were sat happily in the Astronomy tower, basking in the silence of the castle and embracing how relaxing it was.

Since the first time the two of you had sat around the tower before, it seemed like this was the place you both chose to come every time when it was just the two of you.

Neither of you had brought up the small affection from the previous time, but acting like it didn’t happen seemed like it was working for the two of you.

“What’s the best Christmas gift you’ve ever gotten?” Draco asked you after a few moments of silence.

You had to think for a moment before a grin rapidly grew across your face at the exact present you knew you loved.

“Snitch socks,” you chuckled “I was given a pair by my grandma when I was like 10 or something and they were the fluffiest, comfiest pair of socks I ever owned where there was a little charm with made the snitches fly around the design. They must’ve cost a knut or something as they fell apart after I only wore them for a few days! Young me was so heartbroken about her socks, she cried for three days!”

“You cried over socks?!”

“The best socks! I don’t think I’ve even known real joy since”

Draco snorted out a laugh into your hair as he wrapped an arm round your shoulders.

“That’s so stupid”

“Don’t be such a jerk, I was 10” you scowled at him playfully “besides, my grandma passed away a couple years later and I have no idea where she got them, so I’ve made my peace with it.”

“Would you still wear them now if you got another pair?”

“Oh 100%, but either way, like I said, I’ve made my peace with it.” You shrugged nonchalantly before turning to the boy next to you, “go on then, what’s been your favourite Christmas present ever?!”

“A pocket watch” he grinned reaching into his pocket and pulling one out, passing it over to you to look at. “It’s a Black family heirloom - my Mother’s side of the family, and it’s suppose to keep you on time for everything. It used to belong to one of my great uncles or someone but I’ve never been late to anything when I have this on me.”

“Really?” you asked sceptically

“Really”

“What about that time you were late to potions?!”

“Left it in my dorm accidentally. Actually that whole day was kind of a disaster. Bloody Pansy and her love potion.”

You snorted as you admired the watch and flipped it over in your palm to examine the back. Cursive words were engraved in the back in another language- probably latin, which had something to do with keeping the owner on time, all the time.

It was silver and about the size of a large golf ball in diameter, yet surprisingly light as you played with it between your fingers.

“It’s pretty”

Draco hummed in agreement as he watched you trace the intricate details with your fingers before smiling and handing it back to him. With a fond look at the watch, then you, he slipped it back into his pocket.

“I just pray I don’t lose it, wouldn’t hear the end of it from my Mother”

“For good reason probably” you snorted, “if it’s a family heirloom it probably means a lot to her.”

Draco hummed once again and pinned his warm gaze on you. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he rarely let the things that meant a lot to him out of his sight.

“God rest ye merry hippogriffs-”

“I’m begging you to stop”

“-ye are A BIRD OF PREY!”

“Y/N-”

“We come in all our splendour, to lead ye ast--”

A hand covered your mouth as you laughed heavily at Draco’s attempt to quieten your singing. You had purposefully tried to make it the worst edition of the Christmas carol possible to annoy the blonde that Christmas morning, yet you hadn’t planned on being tackled into the Slytherin sofa as an attempt to be shut up.

“Did you just lick my hand?!”

You shook your head innocently, not fooling Draco for a second.

The two of you had gathered in the Slytherin common room, as most of the house had gone back for the holiday.

Only a couple of students remained, but after the wizard had glared at the couple of second years, they scattered somewhere else for the time being.

“Okay, presents!”

You almost dived under the tree as you caught sight of a carefully wrapped gift with your name on it. However, finding the label attached to a rather large bundle of Honeydukes chocolates, the smile you shot Draco was almost blinding.

“You did get me the chocolates!!”

“I promised, didn’t it?!”

Draco watched you with a fond grin as you rifled through the basket picking out a couple of chocolate frogs and chucked one to him. He caught the small packet quickly, thanking his seeker reflexes as he did, and looked at you questioningly.

“What, you didn’t think I’d be able to get through all these myself?! Plus I know chocolate frogs are your favourite.”

Draco felt his smile grow wider.

“I got something for you too” you matched his smile

“You did?”

“Of course!”

Pulling out a long rectangular box from under the tree, he kneeled down next to you as he pushed it along the floor so it wasn’t obstructed by anything.With a wary look towards you, he paused slightly.

“It’s not anything that will bite, right?”

“Oh shut up, of course not, now open it!”

With a roll of his eyes, the Malfoy ripped off the wrapping paper and pried open the cardboard box to see the broom he had been envying Harry Potter over for the last year.

“You got me a Firebolt?!”

“Couldn’t have you whining about Harry’s broom any longer, could I?!”

“Merlin, Y/N! This is fantastic, thank you!” He grinned at you before his eyes snapped to the tree and back. “There’s some other things for you still under the tree.”

It was your turn to pin him with a questioning look, eyebrows pulled together in a frown.

Turning back to the tree, you pulled up a few branches and spotted another large box at the back. With great effort, to which the Malfoy just found great entertainment in, you managed to retrieve the box. Pulling open the top flap, the boots and jacket he had also promised you, sat inside.

With a laugh you pulled the boots out first and then the jacket, before spotting a smaller bundle at the bottom. Reaching in, your fingers came in contact with something soft which you pulled out, only to gasp at what it was.

A pair of fluffy green socks sat in your hand as golden snitches whizzed round the design. Not being able to find your words, you looked up at Draco with the softest look you were sure you’d ever looked at him with.

“Draco... you got me snitch socks?!”

“I may have mentioned about the socks to my Mother and she just so happened to know where they were sold. I picked the green ones because I couldn’t have you wearing red ones now, could I?”

“Merlin, they’re perfect! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Pretty much launching yourself at him, you pulled Draco into a warm hug, arms around his neck, as he instinctively wrapped his own arms around your waist in return.

“You are the best boyfriend ever, oh Merlin!”

“If I knew it was this easy to please you, I would’ve bought you them ages ago” he snickered.

You pulled away, only to move to put the socks on as you chatted non stop about how great they were, and in turn, how great he was. Seeing your entire face light up because of a pair of socks made Draco smile even more.

Again, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but seeing that smile on your face, which he had 100% been responsible for, made his entire Christmas so much better.

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cedriccullen00 · 3 years

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i love you, truly.

-you and your boyfriend fred weasley have a fight

-you flinch when he yells which makes him feel awful

-this takes place in OTP

-your dracos cousin

“Fred calm down!” I hissed as Angelina, Katie, and I fought to hold my boyfriend back. “I’m not going to calm down!” he spat as he lunged forward, he ripped my Chasers glove off as he pounced on Draco. “Katie help!” I screeched as I reached for Fred’s left arm, she went for his right. “You...prick...” Fred growled at Malfoy as he kicked him in the gut. “Fred, stop!” I yelled as I looked down at my cousin who was bleeding. “Don’t tell me what to do.” he thundered as Katie and I finally pulled him back, Umbridge was hurrying our way with other professors. “Mr.Potter and Mr.Weasley get off that poor boy!” Umbridge shouted, George was now beating up Malfoy with Harry as Katie and I struggled to hold Fred back. “Angelina, Alicia, get George!” Mcgonagall ordered as they neared, the two girls nodded and went to George. “Ms. Lestrange take Mr.Weasley to the locker room, Ms. Granger you and Mr. Weasley take Harry.” Mcgonagall barked at us, Katie let go of Fred as I began to drag him towards the locker room. “Will you stop!” I exclaimed as he tugged against my grip, my arms were starting to get sore. “Stupid blonde...what an arse...” Fred murmured to himself he ignored what I said completely. I tugged him into the locker room and closed the door with my foot, I let him go as I stayed in front of the door. “Was that necessary?!” I demanded as he began to pace the room. “What, are you taking his side?!” he accused as he side eyed me. “Of course not! What he said about your mum was awful!” I said a little offended, he scoffed. “Yeah sure, then why did you try to stop me from getting to him?” he grumbled as he stopped his pacing. “Because he’s my cousin Fred. I didn’t want to see him get killed by you three.” I snarled and he narrowed his eyes at me. “Look who is finally living up to their family’s legacy.” he muttered as he stared me down, we’ve never had a fight all of your 3 years of dating. “What’re you talking about?” I snapped as my posture straightened a little. “You’re finally starting to hate us Weasleys. I wouldn’t be shocked if your secretly working with the death eaters. Soon you’ll be one yourself, if you aren’t already one.” he spat as he inched closer to me, I get all the color drain out of my face. “H-how could you...I’d never... Fred.” I chocked out and he gave a cruel chuckle. “Just admit it! You’re like them!” he roared as he got closer to me, I flinched as the space between us got closer. “I...” I tried but he shook his head. “I know exactly how you are.” he muttered as he looked down at me, he raised his to run it through his hair but I thought he was going to hit me in all honesty. I flinched again as I fumbled with the door handle. “I...gotta...go.” I managed out as tears trickled down my face, I could see regret in his eyes as I backed out of the room. I hurried across the field as I tugged my hair out of its ponytail. “Y/N what’s wrong?” Ginny asked as she ran up beside me, tears were still painting my face. “Nothing.” I muttered as I walked faster, she didn’t try to keep up with me as I stormed away. I let my hair fall down my back as I yanked my other glove off, the one for my right hand was probably back with Draco. I didn’t care though, I could get it later. I wiped the tears off my face but it didn’t stop them from flowing as I made my way back to the castle, the wind made my face cold as it made my tears feel colder. “Y/N!” I heard Fred shout from behind me but I didn’t turn around, I was to mad and embarrassed.

I sat by the fire in the common room with a book in my lap. It was a muggle one that Hermione got me for Christmas this past year, it’s my 4th time reading it. “Romeo and Juliet again?” a voice came from behind me, I knew who it was. “Yeah...it’s my favorite.” I whispered softly as I turned the page of the book, Fred sat down beside me. “Can we talk?” he asked softly and I shrugged a little. “Sure.” I mumbled as my eyes scanned the page, he sighed. “I’m sorry for raising my voice at you and insulting you. I didn’t mean any of those things I said, if I could take it back I would. I was just so angry and I wasn’t thinking.” he whispered as he looked at me, I just looked into the fire as I closed my book. “I know you didn’t mean it Freddie, you were angry. I’m sorry I didn’t really stick up for your mum.” I whispered as a tear fell down my face, he sighed. “Y/N are you scared of me?” Fred asked, his voice cracked as I looked at him with shocked eyes. “Of course not! Why would you say that?!” I gasped as a tear of his own escaped his eyes. “It’s just you flinched earlier...two times. I would never land a hand on you, ever.” he said in a broken whisper as I wiped his tear away, he looked so hurt. “Oh Fred, darling, I know. I’m not scared of you, I feel my safest when I’m with you.” I mumbled as he leaned into my hand. “I love you Y/N, I truly do. I’d rather jump into a fire than lay a hand on you.” he whispered, I pulled him close to my chest. “I know, trust me I do. I love you too Freddie, I’m not mad.” I whispered as I ran my hands through his hair, a broken sob left his mouth. “Shhhh.” I cooed as we sat in the empty common room, I could tell he felt awful. “I-I’m...sorry.” he muttered again and again. “I know love, I do.” I murmured as he cried in my arms. “Let’s just pretend it never happened okay? Let’s just put it behind us.” I suggested and he nodded some. “I’d like that.” he sniffled, I felt awful. “I love you Fred Weasley, don’t forget it.” I muttered as I rubbed his back. “I love you too Y/N Lestrange, more than you’ll ever know.” he whispered.

(hey guys! this is my first hp imagine sooo i hope you like it! sorry i was m.i.a i had awful writers block!)

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anything4our-moony · 3 years

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By the Water Fountain

Pairing: Draco x Harry

Word count: 4.6k

Rating: T, mild language

Warnings: mention of excess drinking

Prompt/Summary: from @lxncelot‘s 100 dialogue prompts:

8- “Keep talking, I want to fall asleep to your voice.”

43- “Why didn’t you tell me?”

68- “But I’ve never told you that before.”

This is my first time posting a oneshot on this blog; I hope you all enjoy! <3

•••

Harry honestly didn’t drink very often.

He would occasionally have a beer with friends at dinner or a glass of firewhisky on special occasions. He was typically the designated sober friend when Seamus and Ron wanted to get drunk and sing karaoke in muggle bars, ensuring that they made it safely to their homes at the end of the night. He didn’t mind; he loved seeing his friends happy.

But after the day Harry had, he welcomed the blurred around the edges effect that crept into his vision as he downed his 4th drink at a local pub, and it was all because of Draco Bloody Malfoy.

Harry and Draco’s paths began to cross quite frequently, Harry working in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and Draco being the healer to patch up his wounds when his Gryffindor heart outweighed his rational brain and got him into dangerous situations. The fifth time Harry ended up at St. Mungo’s, Draco simply shook his head and muttered, “We have got to stop meeting like this, Potter.”

After getting over the initial awkwardness of ‘used to be enemies but are now grown adults with bigger issues’, they started to form an almost friendship. They both frequented a small, family owned Middle Eastern restaurant on their lunch breaks that was nearby the hospital, and after running into each other one two many times, decided to start sitting and eating together. “Because there’s no need to give the staff double the work, Potter.” Draco had scoffed when Harry had raised an eyebrow at his suggested arrangement. But he never complained.

Harry sat on the stiff, wooden barstool, stirring his drink mindlessly and staring at the glistening ice cubes, possibly hoping they had advice for him, when he heard a familiar voice behind him.

“This seat taken?” Ron Weasley sat down next to Harry and gestured to the bartender. “Can I get a pint of whatever you have on draft?” He turned to look Harry up and down. “You look like hell.”

Harry raised his glass a bit and mutter “Cheers, mate.”

Ron snorted. “Who is he and what’s he done to make the great Harry Potter run away to a bar to get plastered alone?”

When Harry first “came out” to his friends, Ron was the first to accept it. He had a conversation with all of their male friends and told them if they ever said anything cross to Harry about it, he’d hex their bollocks off. He was so grateful for Ron’s unwavering loyalty.

“How do you know it’s a bloke that’s got me gutted?” Harry replied, still staring down at his drink.

“Please.” Ron scoffed. “You’ve been staring at that drink like it might lay you on a couch and start giving you relationship advice.” He took a swig of his drink and added “Plus I’ve known you since you were eleven, mate. You’re not as mysterious and hard to read as you think.”

That made Harry laugh and then groan. He put his head in his hands. “Ron. I think that I might fancy someone.”

Ron looked startled, but replied, “Harry that’s great! Anyone I know?”

Harry moaned into his hands and hesitated but finally answered. “I think...I think I fancy Draco Malfoy.”

Harry hadn’t come to this realization quickly. Obviously he knew he was into blokes, but he never really considered anyone he was already acquainted with as an option. His small dating pool consisted of first dates with internet matches and set ups with friends of friends whose only similarity to Harry was their mutual queerness.

But Draco was...well, Draco. He would insult and tease you to your wits end, but was fiercely protective of the people he loved being their backs. He was outwardly cocky and arrogant, but when Draco sat next to Harry’s bed at St. Mungo’s chatting with him hours after his shift ended, he would confide in Harry all the ways he was immensely unsure of himself. He confessed how frightened he was that someday he wouldn’t be allowed to continue his work because the wrong person wouldn’t want an “Ex Death Eater” saving their life. He admitted that he had been utterly terrified during the war; that he wandered out early on, but had no idea how to get out without risking his and his parents’ lives. He even thanked Harry for the time he saved him in the room of requirement.

“I never showed you even an ounce of kindness, yet you risked your life just to save me. I didn’t know anyone could be that selfless.”

Even after all that, Harry still hadn’t put a name to what he was feeling for Draco. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was until that morning; the morning that caused him to end up in the pub in the first place.

Harry met Draco for lunch at their usual spot. They were talking about the recent Quidditch match that they had both read about in the Daily Prophet.

“I don’t know why the Harpies don’t just go ahead and make Ginevra the starting seeker. She’s not doing any good on the bench, and she can fly circles around that Malcolm chap.” He sipped his coffee and continued, “I bet she could even give you a run for your money.”

Harry laughed and took a bite of his falafel. “She could definitely kick my arse at this stage in my life. I haven’t been on a broomstick since the last time I tried to give Rose Weasley a flying lesson, and I think even she was better than me by the end of the day.” Draco flashed an easy smile at him.

They paid for their food and began to walk towards the hospital. There had been a misfired jinx at Harry’s work, resulting in all of the plumbing pouring out fruit pastilles instead of water. It didn’t seem like that big of a deal to him, but he was glad to have the rest of the day off regardless.

They walked in comfortable silence for a bit. The restaurant hadn’t been busy, so Draco had a few minutes to spare before he needed to return to his shift. They decided to take a seat on the edge of an old fountain in the middle of the square.

Draco looked at the water and laughed light heartedly. “Muggles are so odd. Why would anyone throw money into the water just to watch it sink? Do they know that it’s useless down there?”

Harry couldn’t help but smile. “It’s a superstitious tradition. You throw the money in and make a wish, and it’s supposed to come true. I’m not really sure why, though. Maybe because you made some odd kind of offering to the god of water fountains.” Draco pursed his lips and considered this.

“Here.” Harry said and reached into his pocket and pulled out two sickles. He handed one to Draco and closed his eyes. “I wish that the pipes get filled with candy at work more often so I can spend more time with my dear friend Draco.” He threw the coin over his shoulder, and it

splashed into the water. Draco smiled. He stared at the coin in his hand for a long moment, and just as Harry was about to open his mouth and say something, he closed his eyes and closed his hand around the coin.

“I wish that the world will someday see me for the good things I do in the present and will do in the future rather than the bad things I did in my past.” He tossed the coin over his shoulder and opened his eyes.

Harry stared into the grey eyes he had lately been becoming more and more familiar with. There was a hint of sadness there, but also a look of steadfast finality. He knew that Draco would continue to try and pay for his mistakes time and time again, whether through healing those who needed him or reinventing himself into the kindhearted, compassionate individual he was today. A gust of wind suddenly blew his platinum blonde hair into his face, and without thinking, Harry reached up and gently pushed it out of the way, revealing his grey eyes once again. Draco stiffened, and Harry dropped his hand and looked away. After a too long pause, Draco cleared his throat.

“I’ll- I better go inside, then.” He stood and brushed off the back of his trousers. Harry, carefully avoiding his eyes, nodded and stood as well. They both murmured awkward goodbyes and went their separate ways.

•••

Harry rested his elbows on the sticky bar top and groaned again. He fancied Draco Malfoy, and now he wasn’t sure if he’d ever recover.

Ron spluttered a bit, then finally said, “Well, it could be worse. At least he’s pretty attractive.”

Harry shifted his gaze towards his friend, frowning. “Yes I’m quite aware of that, thanks.” He sighed. “I think I just need to have a few more drinks about it.”

Ron smiled and patted Harry on the shoulder. Suddenly, his phone chimed, causing Ron to jump. He was still having trouble getting used to muggle technology.

He frowned. “Uh oh. ‘Mione says baby Hugo’s got a stomach bug. I better get home and relieve her for a bit.” He stood up and said pointedly to Harry, “It’s not the end of the world, mate. If you think it’ll work, ask him out. If you don’t-“ he shrugged “I guess you’re on the right track.” He gestured towards Harry’s empty glass. “Listen, don’t try and apparate in your condition. Get a cab or something, and call me if you need anything.” Harry grunted a response, not knowing if he could say anything coherent in his state. Ron patted his shoulder again, then turned and headed out the door.

Harry sighed, then asked the bartender for another drink.

After a while, the crowd in the pub began to dwindle down, and Harry realized he should probably make the trek home. He stood up and saw stars and knew Ron was right; he definitely could not apparate like this, unless he wanted half of him to end up in the Pacific Ocean. But there was one problem- Harry didn’t have any muggle money for a cab, and he was too drunk to remember what to do in this situation. He remembered Ron’s offer and picked up his phone and went to his recent calls. He was about to choose Ron’s contact when he saw another name.

‘Malfoy’ with a green snake emoji.

Harry giggled and grinned, and thought ‘what the hell?’ He stepped outside and clicked the call button.

It rang one and a half times, and a gravelly voice grumbled, “Potter? What the hell are you doing, do you know what time it is?”

Harry snorted and replied, “Yes Draco, I do know how to read.” He giggled. “Just because I’m not in Ravenclaw doesn’t mean I’m stupid.”

There was a short pause, and Draco remarked, “Are you drunk?”

“Hmm”, Harry mused happily, and said, “Extremely.”

Draco let out an exasperated sigh, and there was a shuffle of movement on the other line. “Where are you?” He demanded.

Harry looked and his vision swam. “Um. London?” He heard Draco inhale and start to say something, but quickly continued. “I’m just kidding, hah. There’s a street sign, but I don’t know what it says. Maybe I can’t read...” he trailed off. Then he spotted a familiar sculpture in front of a small park, and he perked up. “Oh! I see my statue!” He narrowed his eyes at the golden replica of him that had been placed there not too long ago. “It’s really embarrassing that they put that here. And I don’t think I’m actually that tall.”

Draco sighed again, and said, “Potter. I’ll be there in approximately 4 seconds. Please try not to die.” The line went dead, and Harry heard the *crack* of someone apparating next to him.

Put together, ready for the day Draco was already a sight to see; his pure blood upbringing instilled a need to constantly look flawless, no wrinkles or hairs out of place. He had immaculate posture, and one could tell by merely looking at him that he was someone important. But rumpled, hair perfectly messy, fresh out of bed blinking sleep from his eyes Draco? Well.

He was so beautiful Harry could cry.

“Hi.” Harry grinned drunkenly at him. Draco pursed his lips, looking equally amused and annoyed at the same time.

He murmured a simple, “Hello.”

Harry stared at his face, so gorgeously illuminated in the moonlight, sharp edges softened by the glow. Even in his drunken state, he wondered how he missed this; how he hadn’t recognized the burning need to stroke his ivory skin, run his fingers over his sharp nose, his lips...

Harry shook his head and sighed. “I’m drunk.”

Draco’s mouth turned up slightly at the corner, and he simply replied, “Quite.” He turned to look around. “We can side along apparate as long as you don’t try to do it yourself. Otherwise we’ll both end up splinched between here and Merlin knows where.” Draco put one arm around Harry’s waist and the other firmly on his bicep so they were chest to chest, while Harry tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach.

Draco looked at him softly, expression unreadable, and asked, “Are you ready?” Harry swallowed and nodded, trying to ignore how close their faces were. Harry closed his eyes and hoped he didn’t vomit as the familiar feeling pulled at his stomach and the air swirled around him.

Just as quickly as it had started, everything suddenly stilled. “Harry.” Draco whispered. Harry opened his eyes to see Draco staring at him intently, with the same soft and confusing look as earlier. “Come on, I’ll help you up the stairs.”

Harry vaguely noticed that he didn’t quite recognize where they were, but he was focusing most of his attention on breathing steadily. He was extremely aware that Draco kept a firm hand on Harry’s waist as they walked up the stairs to a quaint little townhouse. Draco unlocked the door with the key and quietly let Harry inside.

At this point, Harry could feel his eyes starting to close on their own and his legs start to grow weak from exhaustion. Luckily, Draco led Harry to a bedroom with a beautiful wooden four poster bed. He sat down on the edge and rubbed his temples while Draco rummaged through a dresser. He pulled out a shirt and a pair of sleep pants and handed them to Harry.

“I’ll run and get you a glass of water.” He patted the top of Harry’s head before exiting the room and closing the door behind him. Harry quickly changed out of his stiff work clothes into the more comfortable ones Draco had leant him. He ran a hand through his unruly curls and moved to lay down. Draco came back with a glass of water and a small vial.

“Take this in the morning. It’ll help a bit.” Draco smiled as he sat on the edge of the bed and shook his head. “I never thought I’d have to be the one to rescue Harry Potter from a drunken escapade.”

Harry snorted sleepily. “I’m usually not one to drown my sorrows, but there’s a first time for everything.”

Draco pressed his mouth into a hard line and retorted, “Who’s the lucky girl that got to break The Chosen One’s heart?”

Harry just stared at him confused for a moment, before blurting out, “I’m gay.” Draco raised an eyebrow, and he continued, “Like, really really gay.”

Draco once again got that unreadable expression on his face, but his shoulders relaxed a little bit. “Well, I hope whoever had you ‘drowning your sorrows’, as you so eloquently put it, is worth it.” He started to stand up, but Harry clumsily grabbed for his hand.

“Wait no.” He frowned. “Keep talking, I want to fall asleep to the sound of your voice.” Draco’s face reddened (and Harry was way too drunk to consider what that meant), but nodded and sat back down.

“What would you like me to talk about, then?” Harry closed his eyes and relaxed. “Tell me more about your wish. At the fountain.”

He heard Draco’s breathing, not slow and even, but not panting either. Harry was vaguely aware that he was still clutching Draco’s hand. “I know that there’s no excuse for my actions. I’m well aware that I hurt more people than I can even begin to understand,” he hesitated, “but I hope someday I’ll be remembered as someone who eventually started to help rather than hurt.”

Harry wanted to keep listening, wanted Draco to talk to him until his voice gave out, but exhaustion was slowly taking over. He softly squeezed Draco’s hand and murmured, “I’ll always know that. I’ll remember.”

As Harry drifted off to sleep, Draco whispered, “Thank you, Harry.”

•••

Harry woke up the next morning feeling as though he had been repeatedly run over by the knight bus. He groaned and sat up. With a start, he realized he was not in his bedroom. He looked around the light grey room as the events of the night before came flooding back to him. “Oh Merlin.” He moaned and put his head in his hands.

“No, sorry, just me.” Draco smiled as he walked through the door. He set a mug of steaming tea next to Harry and said, “Three sugars and a pinch of cinnamon.” Harry looked up at him, squinting a bit as his eyes adjusted to the light.

“You know how I like my tea.” He stated blatantly. “But I’ve never told you that before.” Draco looked away, embarrassed.

“I’ve eaten lunch with you almost every day for the past four months, Potter. It’s an insult to my intelligence that you think I’m that unobservant.” There was no malice in his voice, only light hearted teasing. He looked at the bedside table and handed Harry his glasses and the vial he placed there the night before. “This won’t cure a hangover, but it’ll make it a hell of a lot more bearable.”

Harry mumbled a thanks and slid his glasses onto his face. He downed the potion in one gulp and grimaced. Draco laughed at whatever face Harry was making. He grumbled, “Remind me never to go near alcohol again.”

“Duly noted.” Draco said with another grin. “Come one them, I’ll make breakfast.”

Harry walked into the living room and noticed the blanket and pillow laid on the couch. “You slept on the sofa?” Harry asked.

Draco shrugged. “My bed was a bit occupied for the night.”

“I would have shared.” Harry replied without thinking. Draco looked away and busied himself in the kitchen.

What on Earth was wrong with him, Harry wondered idly. Draco apparently had the uncanny ability to make Harry say whatever was on his mind, both drunk and hungover it seemed. Draco started to hum to himself while he buttered bread, and Harry walked over and sat himself on the counter and allowed himself to really stare.

Draco was in the same rumpled shirt and sleep pants he had been wearing when he rescued Harry from the streets of London the night before. His hair was a bit flattened in the back from his pillow, and he had his sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Harry let himself daydream about

getting to witness this every morning; waking up to Draco, looking like a slightly disheveled Adonis, making Harry breakfast. His heart yearned for the domesticity of it all.

He didn’t realize he’d been caught staring until he looked up and his eyes met Draco’s. His cheeks warmed and he but his lip, embarrassed, but didn’t look away. He tapped his fingers on the counter anxiously. Draco stared at him for a moment longer then looked away, continuing his cooking. “Are cheese toasties alright? I always like a bit of comfort food when I’m hungover.” Draco smiled at him, a small but still dazzling smile.

“You don’t have to do that for me, I’m fine with anything, really.” He looked down at his fingers still tapping the counter.

Suddenly Draco’s hand covered his, halting his anxious tapping. “A bit restless, are we?” he teased softly. Harry looked up, about to respond, and realized Draco’s face was mere inches away from his own. He wasn’t sure if it was the leftover alcohol in his system or if it was his stupid, reckless Gryffindor heart, but something in him made him suddenly close the distance between them to kiss him.

As soon as he did it, he regretted it and pulled away. He leaped down from the counter and stumbled away towards the living room.

“I’m- er, sorry, I’ll just...” he stuttered. “I’m going to go.”

Draco reached an arm out to him. “Harry, wait-“

“Thank you for, um, all this. I-“, he pinched the bridge of his nose. “See you later.”

He quickly disapparated, leaving Draco standing in the kitchen looking confused, his arm still extended towards Harry.

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Harry hadn’t moved from his spot on the couch since he had arrived in his flat 3 hours earlier. He laid on his back with his arm flung over his eyes, his head still pounding from the hangover and his mortifying actions in Draco’s kitchen. His heart sank every time he thought about it. The

truth was, even before Harry’s discovery of his more than friendly feelings towards Draco, he’d cherished their relationship. Ron and Hermione were great friends, but they were everything to each other and often were lost in their own bubble, which was something Harry couldn’t and didn’t want to compete with. His relationship with Draco was something Harry had all to himself. It was effortless and easy, and he found himself looking forward to any time they spent together. He knew he’d ruined everything, and he was already grieving the loss of their friendship.

There was a soft knock on his door. He groaned. A local football team had been going door to door selling magazines to raise money for some kind of tournament for the past week. He got up and slowly walked to the door. As he opened it he said, “Look guys, I already bought a subscription last week, I’m really not interested in-“. He looked up.

Draco stood in the doorway with a tentative smile plastered on his face. He held up a brown paper sack and said, “You left without your breakfast.” Harry blinked at him, not processing what was going on. “Er-“, Draco rubbed his hand on the back of his neck, “can I come in?”

Harry blinked and nodded, stepping out of the way. Draco walked to the sofa and sat down. He looked back at Harry, who was still standing by the doorway looking flabbergasted, and gestured towards the empty seat next to him. Harry swallowed and slowly walked to the couch, sitting as far away from Draco as the tiny love seat allowed.

They were both silent for a moment. Harry started to tap his fingers anxiously on the cushions, but he remembered what had happened the last time he had done that near Draco and decided to put his hands in his lap instead.

Draco finally broke the silence by saying, “Do you remember Blaise Zabini?”

Harry pursed his lips at the odd question but answered, “Of course. He works over at Gringotts now, right?”

Draco nodded and continued, “He and I had a sort of fling in our fifth year. Very casual, very secret, but still very real.”

Harry stared at him blankly until realization dawned on him. “So...you’re saying that you’re-“.

“‘Like, really really gay’ as you so eloquently put it last night.” Draco smirked at him, and Harry gave him a tentative smile in return. Draco nonchalantly slid his knee closer to Harry’s and looked at him until he finally met his eyes.

“And”, he began, ”I think that I’d like to give you a proper kiss, if that’s alright with you.”

Harry swallowed loudly but managed to say, “I’d like that very much.” Draco smiled and slowly raised his hand to stroke Harry’s cheek. He moved towards him painfully slow, and Harry closed

his eyes and exhaled, parting his lips in a slight ‘o’ shape. Draco closed the last few inches between them and pressed their lips together.

Draco’s lips were soft and warm as they moved slowly against his own. Harry slid a bit closer and placed one hand on Draco’s knee and the other at the nape of his neck, twisting his fingers in his hair and deepening their kiss. Draco slowly slid his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip and let out a soft moan. Harry, in a moment of blind confidence moved his hands to Draco’s thighs and pulled him onto his lap, never breaking their kiss. He felt Draco skim his teeth along Harry’s lip as Harry slid his hands underneath Draco’s shirt, resting on his hips and gently tracing circles on his bare skin. Draco moved his hands into Harry’s hair and tugged gently, making him gasp and accidentally breaking their lips’ embrace. Draco pressed their foreheads together, eyes still closed and trying to catch their breath. Harry opened his eyes and silently traced his fingers across Draco’s facial features like he had longed to do last night. Draco leaned into Harry’s palm, still straddling him with his hands tangled in Harry’s ebony hair.

Harry was the one to eventually break their silence. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Draco quirked up an eyebrow. “You mean why didn’t I tell you that I’m gay, or why didn’t I tell you that I’ve wanted to snog the hell out of you since I was fifteen? Either way, it’s not something that just easily comes up in conversation, Potter.” He rolled his eyes but stroked his thumb against Harry’s face.

“Well you could’ve told me either way. I-“, Harry stopped. “Wait. Did you say fifteen?”

Draco but his lip. “I was a prat, I know. But I didn’t know how else to cope with falling for my sworn enemy. Very un-Slytherin of me.” Draco shifted so he was now sitting next to Harry with his legs stretched out across his lap. He held Harry’s hand in both of his and gently stroked his long fingers. “How long have-“, Draco stumbled, “Er-, when did you, um, realize?”

Harry laughed quietly. “Well I’ve known I was gay since I was 17. But I only discovered my feelings for you-“, Harry put his hand under Draco’s chin and pulled his face up to look at him, “less than 24 hours ago.” Draco’s face was so comical he couldn’t help but laugh. “I knew I felt something for you; a tug in my stomach perhaps. But I only put a name to it yesterday. You know, drowning my sorrows and that whole bit.” Harry paused, watching Draco’s face, then continued, “And I think you are, by the way.”

Draco looked at him questioningly. “Are what?”

Harry smiled a crooked smile at him and replied, “You said you hoped whoever I was drinking about was worth it.” He pushed Draco’s hair out of his eyes like he had only yesterday at the fountain. “And I definitely think you are.”

Draco sighed. “Bloody Gryffindor’s. Ridiculous romantics, the lot of you.” But he beamed at him and pulled Harry in to kiss him again before saying, “Harry Potter, you have the most brilliant soul I have ever had the privilege of encountering.”

Harry grinned and pushed him down on his back into the sofa and moved to hover over him. “Now who’s the romantic?” Harry stared into those granite grey eyes and smiled before kissing him once again.

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Fifth Year Bonus Scene 4

One more bonus scene after this one! This is a long one, and it’s more self-indulgent than anything because I had this in my head for ages and wanted it out. It’s basically Ginny’s POV of the Department of Mysteries.

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She was a fourth year. A bloody fourth year. And yet here she was in the Ministry of Magic, inside the Department of Mysteries, poking a sleeping dragon. They were all students, and they were going up against You-Know-Who.

Shivering, Ginny looked around at the eerily glowing orbs lining the shelves around them. Dust clogged the air and the orbs, stirring with every footstep they took through the aisles. It was utterly silent except for their breathing and footsteps.

Michael should have been here. He should be helping, not…sitting on his arse because he was too scared of making a mistake.

The flight on the thestrals hadn’t exactly calmed Ginny’s anger and annoyance, only postponed it because she’d been too terrified at the sensation of flying on something invisible. Now that she was safe(er), the anger was back and she was increasingly annoyed at Michael’s reticence.

Yes, he’d made a mistake. It was a bloody awful mistake, but he couldn’t just stop altogether because of it!

Ginny hadn’t, had she? Although, maybe she would have if Michael hadn’t been there to support her. If she hadn’t made fast friends with Neville and Luna, who had no idea what exactly happened in her first year but supported her nonetheless.

She couldn’t focus on Michael for long, though, since it turned out that they had run into a trap. And then they were running after she fired a Reducto, destroying line after line of dusty crystal balls, releasing wisps and ghosts that spoke words into the air and drowned each other out.

Harry had one of those balls, too, the last Ginny had seen him before they were separated by the maze-like corridors.

But where was safety in this mess?

They stumbled into room after room filled with magical odds and ends that were both fascinating and creepy. The Death Eaters were relentless, firing off curse after curse that just missed their marks due to sheer luck.

Ginny was facing down one Death Eater, shoving Luna back as she prepared another Blasting Curse when the man in front of her suddenly vanished.

Her curse hit the wall, creating nothing more than a small dent and a small backsplash of energy that toppled over a cabinet of curious artifacts that Ginny didn’t want to investigate considering the other creepy things in the room.

“What the hell?” Ron sounded bewildered. “What just happened? Where did they go?”

Ginny pulled in a shuddering breath, heart pounding in her chest. Harry, Neville, and Hermione stumbled in from the adjoining room, ashen and looking just as bewildered. They were all fine. They were all alive.

Something swept through her bones, a wash of power and unfamiliar energy that had the hairs on her skin prickling and goosebumps rising. A violent shiver wracked her body, Ginny’s fingers giving a spasm where she was gripping her wand.

“Did they Disapparate?” Harry asked, sounding lost.

“It didn’t look like it,” Ron disagreed. “But…”

A scream ripped through the air, terrified and pained.

Ginny stepped back, waiting for it to die down, but it continued, sounding like whoever was screaming was being tortured within an inch of their lives.

“It’s coming from back here,” Harry said, turning to go back through the doorway he had just come out from.

“Harry, no.” Hermione tried and failed to snag his sleeve. “Are you nuts?” Her raised voice was drowned out by two more piercing screams, these distinctly male.

“I-I don’t want to face whatever that is,” Ron stammered, eyes wide. “If that’s the Death Eaters—”

Ginny shared looks with Luna and Neville, a faint feeling of hope stirring in her chest. Could it be Michael? If it was…what the hell was he doing?

“I don’t want to stand around here waiting,” Harry snapped. “What if it comes after us?”

“I…” Hermione exhaled loudly, looking at the room they were in with growing discomfort. “Fine. But only because this room is freaking me out.”

The other three went ahead first, Ginny lagging behind with Neville and Luna.

“Is it – is it him?” Neville whispered. “You said you spoke to him before, right?”

“I did,” Ginny whispered back, “but…he said he wasn’t going to do anything.”

A fourth scream pierced the air, making everyone jump, but this one abruptly cut out seconds later.

“We’re in danger,” Luna pointed out a breathless moment later, not lowering her voice much.

Ginny nodded, blowing out a breath. Her muscles felt jittery with nervous energy, and she couldn’t help but jump at every odd sound. The other screams had died out, but she didn’t know what was going on. If it was Michael or something else.

And if it was Michael…what was he doing? Torturing the Death Eaters?

The floor rumbled beneath their feet, buckling unexpectedly and sending them sprawling. There was agonized screaming coming from somewhere nearby, although it was drowned out by the sound of something collapsing.

Apparition cracks filled the air, and Ginny found herself hauled to her feet by Tonks, who patted her down in concern, asking her if she was okay.

“I’m – I’m fine.” Ginny brushed her off, turning to Neville and Luna. They were being helped by Lupin and Kingsley.

Sirius was by Harry, and Moody was watching the walls, eye spinning madly in its socket.

“What’s happening?” Harry demanded. He clutched at Sirius. “You’re okay? He – he never had you, did he?” He sounded lost.

Sirius returned Harry’s grip. “No,” he said reassuringly, “he didn’t. It’s okay, Harry.”

“It’s something,” Moody growled. “What the hell is going on in that room?” He stepped over a raised portion of the floor, sidestepping large cracks as he headed towards the direction they had been going in.

Sharing a look with the others, Ginny followed, feeling significantly more secure now that they had actual adults with them.

“Can you see what’s happening, Alastor?” Kingsley asked once they stopped outside the door.

“No,” Moody said. “There’s something blocking me.”

No sooner had Moody said that did the floor begin to rattle threateningly again, a blinding white light that hurt Ginny’s eyes shining through the bottom of the door. She braced herself, prepared to fall over again, but it was less violent this time, the light disappearing and the rumbling stopping quickly.

Lupin stepped forward, trying to help Moody open the door.

Someone started screaming from inside the room, although it lasted about five seconds before it stopped and dead silence filled the air.

Harry pushed his way forward, shrugging off Sirius’s restraining hand. “You can’t get it open?” he demanded.

“I’m trying,” Lupin gritted out, wand flaring as he tried spell after spell.

And then the door slammed open, leaving Lupin and Harry standing in the doorframe with Moody just to the side.

Ginny couldn’t see inside, but something pushed Lupin back and pulled Harry inside before slamming the door shut again. This time it was Sirius who lunged forward and tried desperately to open it, screaming Harry’s name.

“It’s not him, is it?” Neville whispered, ashen. “I – what is he doing?”

“It is,” Luna whispered back, eyes wide. “Can’t you feel him?”

Ginny couldn’t answer, as she flinched back when Harry started screaming from inside the room. There was white light sparking from underneath the door, nowhere near as painful to the eyes as it had been last time.

“Harry!” Sirius roared. “You bastard, stop it!”

Michael – if it was Michael – didn’t stop. Harry kept screaming for what felt like an eternity.

“Blast the door off the hinges!” Moody snapped. “Get it open!”

The curses were absorbed into the door, and still Harry screamed.

Ginny was about to ask Michael to please stop when an inhuman shrieking sound ripped through the air, piercing her ears. She slammed her hands over them, but as quickly as it had started the sound stopped, Harry’s screams dying immediately afterwards.

The light disappeared from underneath the door.

Everything was dead silent.

Ginny realized Luna was clutching at her arm and she was clutching back. Neville was holding onto Ginny’s other arm.

“Harry?” Ron sounded hoarse. To his side, Hermione had a hand clasped over her mouth.

Sirius’s voice was much louder. “Harry!” He kicked at the door.

And this time it flew open without resistance.

Ginny, Luna, and Neville were the last ones inside, and Ginny immediately wished she’d stayed outside.

Harry was on the floor, skin white except for the blood smeared over his forehead and very clearly unconscious despite Sirius yelling in his face. And when Ginny turned to the room’s center, to the podium in the middle surrounded by the smashed remnants of seats, she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

Rocks hovered in the air, floating around an empty space on the podium that seemed to twist strangely and hurt her eyes when she looked straight at it. More debris was scattered around, some floating and some on the floor. There were scorch marks on the floor, walls, and even the ceiling.

That was when Ginny saw the blood and bodies. There was blood sprayed all over the floor, surrounding the Death Eaters that lay motionless on the floor. Only three of them were moving, twitching and moaning hoarsely. Another oddly small shape…was surrounded by four odd shapes that took Ginny a moment too long to identify as limbs.

“Don’t go any closer, Ginny,” Tonks said lowly.

“I-I wasn’t planning on it.” Ginny stepped closer to Luna and Neville, struggling to comprehend just what the hell Michael had done.

“He did this?” Neville whispered.

“Potter’s alive,” Kingsley said reassuringly to Sirius, sounding utterly unruffled at the carnage before them.

Sirius sagged slightly but didn’t let go of Harry. Lupin clasped hold of his shoulder.

“Good,” Moody growled. “One less thing to worry about.”

“What do you mean?” Ron demanded. “Harry’s not waking up!”

“Look around you!” Moody snapped. “Whoever did this is damn powerful, and we have no idea who it was. Our only witnesses are the idiots down there.” He gestured to the dozen Death Eaters. “And most of them are dead.”

“Moody,” Tonks said softly, “you could have a little more tact.”

Moody snorted, giving Ginny and her friends a baleful eye. “They barged in here without even a proper plan or idea of what the hell was going on. Tact flew out the window the moment they came in here.”

Ginny didn’t step back, holding Moody’s gaze resolutely for a few moments before he turned back to the mess before them, muttering under his breath and stomping to the door as other unfamiliar Ministry officials began pouring in, panicked questions spouting from their lips.

Fingers curled around Ginny’s wrist, and she turned to Luna, breathing out shakily. “Luna?”

“He protected us,” Luna whispered. “But at what cost?”

Neville was staring blankly at the three twitching, moaning heaps on the floor, vague horror and recognition on his face. He moved closer to Ginny when she reached out to touch his shoulder reassuringly.

Michael had protected them…but what had he done?

Ginny studied Harry’s motionless, unconscious body on the floor, who was now being watched by Sirius in his dog form.

What had he done to Harry?

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No one turned to stare at you as you entered the Slytherin common room, which you appreciated because you doubted that you could take any more anxiety, or you’d explode in a puff of green Fae magic.

Lucius was sat by the fire place with a book in hand, he looked up as you came in and beckoned for you to join him by the fire. Heart aching you sat in the air chair opposite to his by the fireplace – the seats reversed for the noble Slytherin families, the Malfoy’s, the Blacks...the perks of your Father’s last name. Lucius put down his book on the arm of his chair, “Did you have a good day in Hogsmeade Y/N?” Your stomach flipped, but you schooled your features, “It was nice. I love this weather, everything’s so fresh.”

He nodded, “It’ll help keep you healthy and keep you past whatever had made you unwell.” “Hopefully.” You said. Lucius cast a glance over your features for a moment before speaking, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t join you today, I had to attend to something.”

You nodded and tried not to make it too obvious that your eyes where darting about the common room just waiting for someone to call you out as a Fae-Blessed or a Blood-traitor. Lucius reached into the inside pocket of his jacket and pulled out a small box. “I had to pick this up, it was supposed to arrive shortly after your inclusion to Professor Slughorn’s elite potions group but unfortunately it was delayed.” Your twin stood from his chair and moved to your side. He opened the box and took out something that you couldn’t see properly and hid it in his hand, with the other hand he took you wrist.

The cool bracelet settled on your wrist and when Lucius let your hand go you brought it back to look at the delicate, silver snake bangle on your wrist resting over where the charm hid your Fae mark. It was stunning and understated. “Lucius it’s beautiful.” You whispered and gently ran your fingers over it. “If it’s not to your tastes then I can have it changed.” Lucius told you. “No - no!” You rushed, “It’s so gorgeous. Luci, thank you.”

He smiled down at you, not the I’ll-get-what-I-want smirk, smug smile or smarmy grin that he gave everyone else. It was an honest smile. He leaned down to kiss the top of your head like he used to when he’d sneak to your room to read you stories when Father had told you to ‘be a real Malfoy’. “I’m so very proud of you Y/N.” He mumbled to you, uncaring of who heard in the common room because he was Lucius Malfoy and he would fuck up anyone who criticized him.

Lucius was your brother, your twin, but you knew that you needed to lie to him to survive but now you could feel your eyes welling as your ran your fingers over the delicate pattern of your new bracelet and felt rotten with guilt.

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Snape caught you half an hour later just before you headed towards the girl’s dormitories. “Y/N, might I borrow you a moment?” He asked and moved to gesture for you to follow him towards the boys rooms. Part of you was glad that people still believed you to be sickly and easily manipulated, you may have to keep the biggest part of your existence a secret but that didn’t stop it making you feel powerful.

“Here is just fine Severus.” You said and kept your feet planted and back straight. He quirked an eyebrow but didn’t push it, “I believe you know what I’m going say.” “I would rather you just say whatever you wish so I don’t have to waste my time guessing.” You told him.

“Hm, I just wonder how your brother would feel about you associating with Potter and that blood-traitor Black.” He mused, his eyes settling on your new bracelet. He looked smug, he thought that he’d won. But you had an ace up your sleeve and you were exhausted with people trying to push and pull you because of your family. You’d had a taste of real friendship and you weren’t giving up without a fight. You stepped closer to Snape, he was taller than you, so you had to lean up to whisper to him, “I wonder how my brother would feel about learning about your heritage Severus? I believe you’ve left everyone under the impression that you’re a pure-blood wizard. It makes no odds to me but I’m sure it’s not my opinion that concerns you.”

You stepped back and relished in his gob-smacked expression. An eyebrow raised you asked, “I’m sure that we understand each other.” Snape’s face had turned so red you were sure that it may explode, his fist clenched, and you practically hear his teeth grinding. “Understood.” He spat.

“Wonderful.” You clapped your hands, “Now I’m going bed. Good night Severus.” You walked away head held high, you knew that Lucius and the Marauders would have been proud of you for that but more, you were proud of yourself.

You felt the weight of your snake bracelet resting on your Fae Mark and felt pride rising. Yes, you were Fae-Blessed and you had to hide it but that’s exactly what it was - a blessing. You were a Malfoy, you were a Slytherin, a potions master, Fae-Blessed and not to be messed with.

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“How’d it go?” James asked he slipped into his seat beside you in potions. You’d arrived at potions to find that James had declared at you and he were partners for the day, it had confused you further when you found that he’d turned down Lily Evans to be your partner.

“I’ll tell you later,” You whispered, “Now why are we partnered when you could have been partnered with Lily?” “I’m also wondering that.” Sirius piped up behind you making you turn back to face him. “You’re just sore because this means that you’re third choice.” You teased Sirius, still high with confidence from the night before.

He quirked an eyebrow, “Don’t act like you didn’t want to be my partner Malfoy.” “I’d rather lick a toad.” You shot back. “Isn’t that a Slytherin past time?” He said. You smirked, “Yes, it is, after kicking Gryffindor’s arse at Quidditch.”

James sucked in a breath, “Too personal Malfoy and I’m working with you because I need good marks in this class.”

You narrowed your eyes at his lie, he was part of the Slug-Club just like you, but you all had to face the front as Professor Slughorn started to teach. As the Professor spoke James slid over the list of ingredients and discreetly pointed to where it said Liquid Silver. You tapped his leg so that he’d look at you and mouthed ‘thank you’ to him, he gave a small nod in response. This was why you’d threatened Snape because you had a friend who was willing to put off the girl they fancied just to make you feel comfortable and to help keep you safe.

Unbeknownst to you, Sirius had seen the exchange and was looking at his own ingredient list and trying to guess what Prongs had been pointing at with Peter looking over his shoulder.

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"You really said that to Snivelrous?" Peter asked. The five to you where sat by the edge of the forbidden forest by the side closest to the Quidditch pitch, it was a space where you couldn't be seen from the Quidditch Pitch or the school to give you some peace. "I sure did." You smiled and sipped at the drinks that boys had brought with them.

"Prongs I think you may have unleashed a monster." Remus chuckled, he was lay back on the grass using his bag for a pillow across from you. Even though the evening was cooling the air, it was still a nice temperature to sit out in the Autumn air. "I'm so proud of you." James joked beside you and ruffled at your hair until you slapped his hand away.

"You're very strange for a Malfoy." Sirius commented but there was no hint of malice or sarcasm, he was playing with a quaffle that had fallen stray of the quidditch pitch. "And you're quite a peculiar Black." You observed back to which he nodded. "He's a peculiar everything." Remus snarked and got the quaffle thrown at him, which had you all laughing.

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It had been about a week since you’d threatened Snape and he was refusing to be near you, Lucius had given you a both a strange look but then you supposed that he’d put it down to both his friend and his sister being incredibly social awkward.

You couldn’t deny that you were getting closer to the Marauder’s. Remus and Peter where noticeably more at ease with you. Sirius… well you tried not to think about how Sirius confused you, he said he didn’t trust you but when you spent time with the guys you could see him paying attention to you, noticeably because you where paying attention to him. He was softer than he wanted people to believe, you could see it behind the dark clothes, messy hair and devil-may-care attitude. He was an incredible transfiguration student, and you’d seen him take off his jacket to make Remus a pillow when the later had fallen asleep after a full you. Only last week you’d been talking to him and Peter when Sirius had suddenly stopped talking, he’d lost focus while watching two muggle-born Hufflepuffs walk past a Ravenclaw who the Marauders suspected of being a Death Eater. It was only when the muggle-born witches where safely out of sight had Sirius carried on talking, not missing a beat in the conversation and not acknowledging that he’d stopped.

Thinking about Sirius was too much of a distraction, like now, the Quaffle hit your shoulder, bounced off you and rolled back down the small hill close to the forbidden forest.

“James would you stop throwing that at me! I told you it won’t work.” You grumbled and dropped down to sit crossed legged on the grass. James let out an exaggerated sigh and reached down to pick up the Quaffle, “Nothing works with that attitude Malfoy. Trust me, I’m your magic coach.”

He threw the ball again, it zipped past you head and bounced off a tree trunk behind you and back to him. He was trying to encourage your Fae-magic so that you could practice it but as he had coined it ‘it’s just a little shy’.

“Potter would you stop?” You snapped, “You’re not my coach and that would have hurt if that had hit me.” He grinned, threw the quaffle up and caught it back in his hand, “I am your coach, my methods are just unorthodox.” He threw the quaffle again, a chasers throw, straight towards you.

Throwing both hands up to stop it hitting your face, the familiar tinge of magic tickled at your fingers but this time you let the feeling develop. The green magic swirled in the air with giddy delight at its freedom, wrapped around the quaffle coming toward you and squeezed it until the quaffle exploded. From the shock James jumped and you squealed, your magic dissipated and the remnants of the quaffle fell to the floor. You swallowed around the lump in your throat, that was the first time that you’d let your magic out and trusted it and it had protected you but what if James had changed he mind now that he had seen how dangerous you were? What if he –

Your inner turmoil was cut off by James half tackling you, his arms around you jostling you as he cheered, “That was amazing!”

The way that his arms held you with his chest to your side made it impossible to hug him back properly, so you settled for squeezing his arm that was wrapped around you. Looking from the destroyed ball back to James you breathed, “It was, wasn’t it?”

He grinned, stepped back from you and brought his hands up to playfully pull at your cheeks, “Look at my Y/N all grown up.” He wiped away a mimed tear and clasped his hand on your back, “C’mon let’s find more stuff to blow up.”

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"Well we know he's not gonna get anything productive done." Sirius mumbled beside you and you tried to hide your smirk at James, who was partnered with Lily on the potions desk in front of you two, doing his best love-sick puppy impression.

“Do you think he’s actually hearing anything that she’s saying to him?” You whispered back to him, from your position behind them you could see Lily whispering something to James as Professor Slughorn spoke in the background about the proper technique to grind ingredients.

“No doubt he is, and I’ll have to hear it later.” He groaned a bit but covered with a cough when the Professor looked over at him. You tried unsuccessfully to hide your smile at his antics. After a moment he whispered to you again, “Careful there Malfoy, your lot don’t like the look of you laughing with a Gryffindor mate.”

In your peripheral vision you saw Snape give you a look and when you dared to look up properly Lucius was giving Sirius an unreadable expression. Waiting for the right moment in the Professors lecture, you whispered back to him, “Well I’m not your mate, am I?”

His head snapped around to you and you continued, “You don’t trust me, which is perfectly reasonable.” Under the table Sirius clenched and unclenched his fists, the Professor’s teachings had grown too quiet for him to respond and he had to wait until you’d gathered all your ingredients, started the potion and the room was full with chatter from the other students.

“Doesn’t mean we can’t be allies.”

You gave him a confused look for a moment until you realised that he was continuing the conversation from earlier, “Nope, that implies trust.” You cast him a cheeky grin and handed him back the crushed Wisteria to put back which he took with a mock-annoyed glance. Half way through the potion he was chopping some nettles, his gaze focused on his work when he mumbled, “What about acquaintances?” You pretended to think about it as you read over the potions instructions, something about the distance of the title made your stomach drop, “Sounds like a bit of a waste of time.” You dropped the conversation for a while you worked on the potion together, the class went quite quickly as you complimented each other’s learning style and spent more time teasing James - you more discreetly than Sirius.

Professor Slughorn congratulated the pair of you of you and awarded each of your houses fifty points, Sirius gave you a cheeky wink – since you’d gotten more points than James or Remus. You were putting your books back into your bag when Sirius elbowed your arm and when you looked over at him he smirked at you, “Malfoy, I’ve got it.”

“I can’t take the anticipation.” You teased. “We’re accomplices.” Sirius said. “Accomplices?” You asked, “Yeah, I can do accomplices.” Sirius ran his fingers through his hair to draw attention from the pink hue that his ears and cheeks were turning. “Good, catch you later accomplice.”

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Lay back on his dorm bed and playing with his snitch James waited until Peter left for herbology, leaving just him and Sirius, to clear this throat. From his position on the floor with his charms notes spread out around him, Sirius looked up at his best friend. "Something caught in your throat Prongs?"

James smirked and focused his attention on the snitch in his hands "Nope, just thinking about something interesting that happened earlier." Sirius rolled his eyes and went back to his notes, expecting it to be Lily news but still he gestured at the other Marauders empty beds, "Feel free to share it with the class Prongs."

"It's nothing really, just I spoke to Y/N today," James watched as Sirius pretended that his interest hadn't peeked. James continued, "She asked me for her muggle books, she seemed really surprised when I didn't have a clue what she was talking about."

Sirius didn't look at his friend, he pretended to look over his notes and gave a one-armed shrug, "Oh yes, I forget about those. They're in my trunk."

James grinned to himself, he knew that he'd caught Sirius out because he'd slipped into the fake Black household etiquette that his mother used to push upon him. "You know Pads, you don't need an excuse to talk to her.” James smirked.

Sirius snorted, “Why would I want to talk to Malfoy?” “Because she’s our friend and I think you fancy her Padfoot.” James said.

Sirius’ head snapped around to his best friend, his cheeks dusted red, “I do not fancy Y/N.” “Padfoot, this is me that you’re talking to, I see the way you look at her and Moony agrees with me. You should ask her out.” James told him.

Sirius opened his mouth before snapping it shut again. He floundered before snapping, “So, what? You wait until I’ve gone and then you and Moony have a little gossip about a made-up crush?”

James tutted, “Don’t get bent out of shape Pads. C’mon, honestly, why are you stopping yourself?” Sirius clenched and unclenched his hands and focused on his crossed legs, he didn’t know how he felt about you. Sure, when he looked over the Great Hall and caught your eye it made his stomach flip and when you partnered with James for potions and not him it made bile rise in his throat. He’d seen the weary way you regarded everyone but the look of adoration that you shared with only Lucius and James and when you teased him he wanted to impress you but still…

“How do I know that I can trust her?” Sirius mumbled after a moment and ran a hand through his mess of hair. James sat upright on his bed, that had gotten his attention. Sirius continued, “We never spoke to her really before this year and I know you’re helping her with something Prongs and –”

“-I can’t tell you what I’m helping her with Pads.” James interrupted him. “I know that.” Sirius let out a frustrated sigh, “But I don’t really know anything about her and Prongs we all know what’s coming. The Dark Lord wants everyone to bow to him and when we don’t there’s going to be a war and she’s a Slytherin – she’s a Malfoy.”

“With all respect mate, you’re a Black and you’re not about to start hurting innocent people.” James’ voice had grown grave under the weight of the conversation, “As for the Slytherin thing, that doesn’t guarantee anything. Hell Sirius, I wish every Death Eater was a Slytherin and every Slytherin was a Death Eater – do you know how easy that would make it for us to stop them? One thing that I can tell you Padfoot is that Y/N – the thing I’m helping her with – isn’t this, she’s not like that. And you’re right, soon there’ll be a war.” James swallowed hard, “How many people in our year will make it to twenty? Or even survive Hogwarts? There are students getting the Dark Mark now – none of use have any more days guaranteed, isn’t that enough of a reason to go for happiness now?”

James stood and clasped Sirius on the shoulder and inspired by his own words, he left to find Lily leaving Sirius on the floor with his musings.

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He’d checked that you were on the way back to the Slytherin common room on the map before sneaking through some of the Marauder’s tunnels to cut you off. Mentally going through the checklist of what else you had left to do to finish brewing Remus’s monthly potion, you weren’t paying attention to where you were walking. As you passed some armour a cough caught your attention until you turned to see Sirius leant against the wall next to the armour. “Well, my accomplice just walked completely past me.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes at him and stepped over so that you two could talk at the side of the hallway, “Sorry, my brain is somewhere else.” You explained, “Why’re you loitering near the dungeons?”

He shrugged, “I was thinking about sneaking out to Hogsmeade tonight, wondered if you were free?” “Really? Sneaking out to Hogsmeade, there’s no way.” You whispered to him, slightly scandalised but every excited by the idea.

Sirius could see your excitement, his eyes twinkled as he leaned down slightly closer to you, “Oh Malfoy, you’ve seen nothing yet.” Cheeks starting to burn you looked down at your feet before looking up at him again, he’d leaned closer to you to hide your conversation from any passing students but thankfully the hallway was silent save for the pair of you and the butterflies in your stomach.

“I can’t tonight,” You mumbled, thinking about Remus’ potion bubbling away where you’d hidden it in the Room of Requirement, you needed to finish it tonight to give it chance to cool. Sirius’ gaze fell until you added, “But I’m completely free for breaking out tomorrow, you know if you can actually get us there.”

Before this year you’d barely had a real friend and now here you were ready to sneak out into the night with a handsome Gryffindor. Sirius smiled, “I’ll get us there, you’ll see. Oh, I thought you might want these back.”

He leaned down behind the armour and pulled out your two muggle books that you’d brought from Hogsmeade that he’d hidden for you. “Thank you, Sirius.” You said as he passed them back to you and you hid them between the books that you already had with you. “See you tomorrow Y/N, meet me here just before curfew, don’t be late.” He said as he turned and left back down the hallway as you tried to contain your excitement. You need to finish Remus’ potion tonight, you couldn’t not sort your friend’s potion because you’d gotten over excited. But Sirius had no reason to worry - there was no way you would be late tomorrow.

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you love the sea: part one, clotho [creation]

setting: non-magical, mythical AU pairing: marcus flint/oliver wood word count: 2981 A/N: finally, we’re here! this fic is the result of my giveaway from a few months ago. dedicated to the brilliant and lovely @flintwoodandco, who suggested an amazing idea about selkies that I just kind of.... ran with. ;D there are four parts to this thing, and I’ll be posting the rest of them for the next three days (part 2 on sunday, part 3 on monday, and the final part on tuesday - if all goes to plan). I hope you all enjoy reading this one, because I’ve absolutely loved writing it! (as always, a big shoutout to my beta and cheerleader @nymphadoraholtzmann!!)

(you can also read it on ao3!)

I’m not excited, but should I be? is this the fate that half of the world has planned for me? I know I love you and you love the sea but what holy water contains a little drop, little drop for me?

- unbelievers, vampire weekend

The last of his bags landed with a thud on the wooden floor of the old cottage, and Marcus dropped ungracefully down beside it with a loud huff of exhaled air. He took a moment to catch his breath before he glanced around the room - there were boxes on every available surface and two duffel bags beside him at the door. His entire life, packed up and carefully wrapped and it looked like so much less stuff than it should have been - shouldn’t twenty five years take up more space?

Shaking away the morose thought that he had nothing that mattered and no one who cared, and that’s why this room looked so woefully empty, Marcus forced himself to his feet. He grabbed a small box from the living room couch, then padded into the small kitchen of the cottage, surveying the space as he went. He had purchased the place with the furniture included but this was his first time seeing it in person, and it was certainly as… quaint… as had been advertised.

Marcus dropped the box onto the small kitchen table and pried it open, digging through until he pulled out something that felt mug like. It took him entirely too long to pull off the paper that had been wrapped carefully around it to prevent breakage in transit, and he silently cursed Pansy for her over-the-top precautions, especially since it was just a stupid plain mug anyways.

He reached the sink and cranked the tap on, pleased that the water that came out looked drinkable. As his cup filled he glanced up to look out the window and when his eyes focused he nearly dropped the mug in awe. It was stunning. His friends had all looked at him like he’d grown a second head when he sat them down and explained that he’d purchased a small cottage in the Orkney islands in Northern Scotland, but now that he was here he knew he’d made the right choice. The cottage was a little ways from the nearest town and up on a piece of higher land, and from his kitchen window he had the most incredible view of the ocean. His property sloped downwards and ended in a sandy beach interspersed with large boulders, entirely private according to the girl who had sold him the property.

After Marcus’s father had died, he stepped back to take a long look at the life he was creating for himself. His father had been part of the Death Eaters, one of the most notorious gangs in London, and Marcus was set to join up as soon as he, according to Thoros, “pulled his head out of his arse”. Then there’d been a major raid, organized and carried out by some orphan police officer whose parents had been murdered twenty odd years ago by the gang, and now Marcus was an orphan with no prospects. By the time the press had figured out where he lived, he had fallen so deeply into depression he almost walked out into the madness of it all and surrendered to the inevitable.

And then Adrian had, quite literally, smacked some sense into him and told him to get out of town for a bit, move to the coast, recollect himself, and come back when he was ready.

Adrian hadn’t quite been expecting him to go this far, but something had tugged at his heart and this cottage showed up for sale and everything just… fell into place.

Marcus took a large drink of the water he had poured, and then without a second thought he dropped the cup in the sink and headed out the door. It didn’t take him long to find the staircase crudely carved into the side of the hill and he kicked off his shoes at the bottom, taking a deep breath before stepping into the water. It was cold against his skin and he let out a quiet yelp but didn’t move. Instead, he held still for a few moments, felt the motion of the waves push and pull against his skin, then he waded over to a boulder that sat on the beach and climbed up onto it.

He sat for a long time, thinking about the last week and how quickly he had ended up here; about all of the steps that led him here. Now that he had finally slowed down, all of the feelings that he had been pushing back for weeks started to slip through the wall he had been building. Before he knew it, a sob wracked his body and he began to cry. All Marcus could think of was his father - the stoic but proud man, who was a criminal but a good father, a harsh man but a gentle leader, a lonely person who had lost the love of his life and had carried on despite it. Tears rolled down Marcus’s cheek and as his sobs quieted, he realized he could hear them drip into the water below him.

Finally, Marcus took a deep shuddering breath and reached up to rub at his face with the heels of his hands, and opened his eyes.

And almost fell off the rock he was perched on.

Not ten feet in front of him was a seal. Large, with smooth dark grey skin on its head, and spots of lighter sandy beige across the front of its chest - at least, what Marcus could see peeking out of the water. The seal had large nearly black eyes which seemed to be… watching him.

Marcus frowned, and swayed slightly to the left. The seal slowly turned his head to track Marcus’s movement. Marcus swayed to the right, and the seal spun in the water, eyes never leaving Marcus’s face. When he met the animal’s eyes again, he let out an involuntary shudder - something ice cold had slithered down his spin and settled into his gut and he couldn’t help but grit his teeth against the unpleasant sensation. There was a splash in the water and when he looked up again the seal had moved nearly two foot closer, and then stilled in the water, never taking his eyes off of Marcus.

Marcus and the seal sat for what felt like an eternity, though was probably more like twenty minutes, and then finally Marcus felt the cold Scottish air and realized his toes were going numb now that the summer sunshine had started to set, and he let out a sigh and turned and headed back up the beach.

By the time he reached his house, when he glanced back to the water one last time, the seal had gone, and he wondered if all of it had been some fever dream brought on by lack of sleep and the acute stress of the last few days. At the very least, he decided to leave the packing to the next day. He dug out a blanket from one of his duffle bags and wrapped it around himself as he crawled into the cottage’s small bed and managed to fall asleep.

Marcus had been in the cottage for nearly two weeks, and he was finally starting to settle in. Minus two or three stray boxes he was completely unpacked, and he had managed to find his way into town to pick up groceries. The people in the town were nice, if a bit standoffish - understandable, as he was the city boy outsider. Besides, he hadn’t moved out here expecting to make friends; he had come for the privacy and was very much enjoying just that.

In fact, Marcus had just been thinking about how nice it was to spend his days never having to worry about other people when he glanced out of his kitchen window and down towards the beach.

And realized that something was wrong.

Because there was someone sitting on his rock. On his beach. On his private property.

Narrowing his eyes, he shoved his feet into the sandals that now lived by the back door and headed down the hill towards the beach, getting ready to give this asshole who was trespassing on his property a piece of his mind.

When he was about twenty feet away, he realized something was more than wrong. Because not only was there a person lying out sunning on his rock, but there was in fact a very naked man lying out sunning on his favourite rock.

“Hullo?” Marcus called out, forcing himself to look at the man’s face and not his body. That wasn’t a much better solution, unfortunately, because the man also happened to be… rather gorgeous. He had sandy beige hair that fell almost artfully across his forehead, and a smooth swooping jawline, and soft looking lips that left a tight sort of feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Marcus cleared his throat and stepped a little closer. “Er, excuse me?” He tried again, a little louder, glancing around for any sign of who this man might happen to be. There was a pile of what looked like clothes next to the man, but it also looked almost… wet. And the texture seemed off from where Marcus was standing, though the sun was at an odd angle.

He took another step and then tripped on one of the rocks jutting out of the ground and let out a shout and a few choice curse words, and then - as if in slow motion - the man from the rock sat up and spun towards him. Marcus was still recovering from his trip and before he could say anything, the man grabbed the pile of clothes beside him and leapt off the rock and forwards into the ocean.

“What the fuck?!” Marcus shouted, stumbling forward as he rushed for the rock. “Hey!” He shouted again, and kicked off his sandals to climb up onto the rock. It might have been summer, but it was still Northern Scotland and it was far from anything considering warm, and this man had just dove into the sea. Marcus peered through the dark water and couldn’t see the man, and glancing out towards the horizon he couldn’t see a boat in the smaller cove surrounding his beach either.

Finally, he gave up. The man must have just been a fast swimmer and gone in a different direction - but it still didn’t make sense. Why would someone boat over to his beach, swim in, sun out on a rock right up on the land, and then take off? He clearly knew he was trespassing - but there were miles of unclaimed beach around him. Why not just go somewhere else?

Marcus lifted a hand to run through his curly hair and let out a sigh, finally sitting back onto the rock.

And then he heard a splash.

Convinced it must be the man finally coming up for air, Marcus glanced over towards the noise, and nearly shouted again in surprise.

There was a seal floating happily in the water.

Watching him.

And it wasn’t just any seal. He wasn’t entirely sure how he knew, because obviously there was no way to be really sure - he hadn’t seen that many seals in his life, after all - but he knew that it was the same seal that he had seen before. He caught the creatures eyes and blinked, shook his head, and opened them again. The seal was still there. And still watching him.

Marcus shook his head and turned away from the water. “I need a whiskey,” he grumbled aloud, hoping it would snap him out of whatever it was that had him convinced strange men dove away into the ocean and a seal was stalking him, and then headed up off the beach back towards the cottage.

Three weeks later, Marcus saw him again.

He had just come back from his daily run and had been wiping the sweat off his forehead and seriously contemplating jumping in the sea for a quick refresher when he realized that, once more, there was someone on his rock.

This time, he walked down towards the water as quietly as he could, making sure not to trip over anything in the sand. He made it to only half a dozen or so feet away from the man, and this time took a moment to scan his eyes over the other’s naked form. He knew it wasn’t really alright, to be staring at someone who seemed to be nearly asleep in the high midday sun, but it was his rock and his beach. And he hadn’t really seen many people at all in the last month, and certainly no one as fit as the sandy haired man was.

Swallowing, he decided on a different tactic. “Hey there,” he tried, voice softer and not as aggressive.

It still didn’t seem to be enough, because the man shot up again and had one hand on his pile of clothes before Marcus was able to get another word in.

“Wait!” He managed, and luckily - shockingly - the man paused. “Hi,” he tried, and then cleared his throat and forced himself to focus on the man’s face instead of his gorgeous body. “I’m Marcus.”

The man seemed to hesitate, and Marcus watched as a pair of stunning sea blue eyes flicked over his face. Just when he was about to give up, the man spoke.

“Oliver.”

Oliver. Marcus couldn’t help but roll the name around in his mind, and as it settled he decided he quite liked it. The man had a Scottish accent that sounded charming, and Marcus briefly thought that it was an accent he could get used to hearing. “What are you up to, Oliver?” He tried, not wanting to scare the man off but still not entirely sure why he was on Marcus’s beach in the first place.

Oliver frowned, his eyebrows drawing together and his lips narrowing. “Didn’t you-” Oliver stopped then, and seemed to think this over for another long moment and just as Marcus was about to say something else, he shook his head. “Just enjoying the sun.”

It was Marcus’s turn to frown, and he glanced up at the sky. Sure, it was a relatively nice day all things considered. There wasn’t too much wind on the beach, and the sun was doing it’s best to warm the day up. But it wasn’t what he would call warm, really.

“I, uh, live up in the cottage there,” Marcus said, suddenly not sure what else to say to the strange man, and turned to gesture up at his cottage. As soon as his back was turned, though, there was a splash, and he nearly shouted as he spun back only to find the rock empty.

He took a deep, frustrated breath, and shook his head.

Maybe he needed to go back to London for a weekend. Clearly the solitude was starting to drive him actually crazy.

It didn’t take long for Marcus to discover that the previous owner of the cottage had left behind more than just furniture. One day, while walking along the beach, he stumbled across a small shed that was mostly sheltered from the elements - as well as his view. It took him another day to break open the lock, and when he finally did he was delighted to find a small two man sailboat stashed away inside.

The next day he made the trek into town and returned with arms filled with bags. Resin, sail thread, sealant, everything he could think of and remember back from the days when his father had signed him up for lessons in the summer at the local yacht club to “keep him busy”.

For the first time since he moved up north, Marcus felt like he had a purpose. He worked on the sailboat for nearly a week straight, and occasionally after long nights and too much resin work, he glanced out to the water and was convinced he could see the head of a seal bobbing along in the surf.

Finally, he had a nice day - with clear skies and a relatively stable wind, and he hauled the boat out to the water and pushed off. When his sails puffed out with wind he let out a whoop of laughter and tightened the main sheet, pulling the tiller and heading off into the water.

He’d been out for nearly an hour when he realized that he wasn’t alone in the water. Turning his boat into irons, he glanced around to look for the sound of a splash he was sure he’d heard. A minute later, the familiar seal’s head popped out of the water and Marcus couldn’t help but laugh a little. “Hey buddy,” he said, reaching a hand out towards the creature. He had decided earlier in the week that there was no way it could be the same seal, but it also didn’t really matter (or so he was trying to convince himself), and so why not be friendly? Marcus splashed his palm against the water and then the seal gave a kick and was suddenly right next to his boat.

Tentatively, Marcus reached out and ran his hand along the side of the creature and couldn’t stop the grin that broke out over his face. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was expecting, but the seal was soft and smooth and Marcus let his hand drift over the creature a few times before he finally pulled his hand back to pick up his main sheet and turn his boat back in the direction of his home.

He still wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when he decided to pack up and move to a tiny island in the north of Scotland, but he was starting to be more and more grateful for whatever bit of fate that had tugged him in this direction.

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(1) I think it’s awesome that you don’t only defend the ones who have been obviously abused, but also the ones who have been abused in the shadows, the ones we don’t hear or talk about. It’s great to know someone is ready to go past the prejudices and the appearances to truly understand what others are going through. I’ve been through a phase during which I was not exactly the nicest person and I had to move to another city because I didn’t fit in. People over there just see me as this awful

((2) person, but I know that this is not who I truly am and that I can be better than this. I am actually better and my true friends know that. So I just wanted to tell you thank you for defending Draco, without dismissing his faults and responsibilities either. Don’t worry about haters, anti-draco and anti-dramiones. The one being mean to you right now doesn’t know what she is talking about and it is hilarious how she got mad at you for answering her own questions she literally tagged you in.(3) That’s pitiful and she’s just close-minded. I think haters have just never been on the other side and they don’t know how hard it can get. I don’t know all that you have been through either and I don’t know if you want to talk about it and why you relate to Draco, but I’m glad someone is on this website for love and not for hating on others.

Anon! You’re socute!!! I’m warning you, this is gonna be long lol (as usual) as I’ll answer to the whole :) haters, me, draco, etc. etc.

I actually do not care about haters. I just think they’re funny (I’m talking about haters of fictional stuff obviously; haters of real people are better not get in my way because I can literally kick them out of a room in two seconds despite the fact that I’m just 5′ tall lol, or find proofs against them and give them to authorities – and I talk by experience xd). I dounderstand their hate and all, but as you said they’re more often than not themost closed-minded people on this website. They think their views of thecharacters are the absolute truth, while millions of people have millionsvisions of them. It’s literature. Literature is, has been and will forever be interpreted invarious ways. As my Uni teacher would say, there’s no absolute truth and there’salways something new to find in every book. I truly get why and how people canview Draco as just a bully. I am perfectly alright with the fact that somepeople hate Draco because they have been bullied and because he reminds them oftheir bully or something. I truly get it and I feel sorry for these people. Butat the same time, everybody is different. Every background is different andthere are limits to what can be applied to something else. Literature is interesting in how youcan take a figure and think about a problematic surrounding it to understandreal life better. It doesn’t have to be applied at 100%; it just helps and makesyou think. Similarities, differences, correlations, etc. It is sane to do sowhen it actually helps you. If it makes you literally hate something, then itis not sane. And hating things that do not even exist is just downright crazy.If it helps you cope with your feelings and helps you stay calm and not throwchairs all over the room, then alright! But instead of canalizing hate andanger, think through it. I know it is hard, but it has to be done one way oranother, so it better be sooner than later. Also, if you’re using a figure tocope with your own problems, you should be mature enough to understand otherpeople can do it too, even if they have a completely different perspective onthe problem. People should really start respecting each other. Like seriously.

As you and Isaid, there are people who consider Draco as just a bully. Alright. I don’tview him just like that. Alright too. To me, Draco is a very resilient person. He’sa fighter. And he cares so much for his loved ones that he would be ready tosacrifice himself for them. And he would never abandon them no matter just howmuch it hurts him. Draco was totally destroyed by all the responsibilities heput on his own shoulders (in this sense, yes, it was his choices, butconsidering his values it was the best thing he could do at the time and I’m not sure I could have done better), for hismother and his father. Harry was stalking him, things wouldn’t always work out,problems occurred that made him doubt he could go through everything, but hekept fighting. He got attacked by the Sectumsempra curse and almost died andrealized dying would have meant not only his death, but also Lucius andNarcissa’s deaths. So he decided to really put his plan into action, which hehad failed to put real effort in earlier as he knew deep down that he wasn’t amurderer and was scared and wasn’t really realizing the clock was ticking.Dumbledore literally told him he was no assassin, and Draco agreed and blushedwhen he realized what he had said in front of the one he was supposed to kill.Dumbledore offered him help and he refused. He refused until Dumbledore also offered his help for Narcissa and Lucius; butit was too late as Bellatrix came in and he was thrown over the room as she literally barged in. Dracowouldn’t have abandoned his family at all costs, and that’s beautiful. There’snothing wrong in loving your family unconditionally. That’s where Draco andSirius are different. Sirius hated his family and his family hated him; Dracoloved his family and his family loved him. He couldn’t leave like Sirius, andeven less considering he had no real friends. And the ones he had were all sonsof death eaters and he knew them even before school started. Living at theirplace still meant living with death eaters, unlike Sirius who ended up in Gryffindor with people from good families, and where he felt truly accepted.

But Draco’s unconditionallove wasn’t only towards his family. Goyle, for example. He didn’t tell Crabbeand Goyle anything about what he had to do during their sixth year; first, itwould have meant they would have been proud of him and they would have liked tojoin. Draco felt so alone because he couldn’t talk about what he was goingthrough with anyone because none of his friends would have understand him asthey would, yes, have been proud. Draco wasn’t proud. He confided in amudblood, crying in the restrooms, and that girl who had been bullied all her life (and ‘dead life’ too) wasthe only one who seemed to be able to understand just how much he wassuffering. A bullied understanding a bully, trying to help him, already tellsa lot about the bully in question. To come back to Goyle, in the Room of Requirements,despite Goyle not being on his side and not listening to him – as of courseDraco was asking Crabbe and Goyle not to attack the trio – he still saved hislife. Goyle was unconscious and Draco took him and climbed very high withGoyle, who I repeat, was totally unconscious, over piles of desks and other stuff, which honestly is heroic initself, no matter how awful a character Goyle was (he’s still a human being).When Harry grabbed Draco’s hand, he didn’t succeed as they were too heavytogether, as Draco wouldn’t let go of Goyle. While Ron was very unwilling tohelp and went back begrudgingly telling Harry he’d kill him if they didn’tsurvive because they had to help other human fellows, Draco confided Goyle toHermione, trusting her enough with the life of his friend even though she was theone to stupefy him in the first place, even though she was a mudblood. Onlywhen Goyle was safe he accepted to save his own arse. Not before. First thing he did whenthey were outside the Room of Requirements was worrying about Crabbe who wasstill inside, probably already dead (that’s funny because the hater earlier today said draco had never lost anyone… which is obviously not true – and even less in TCC where he had already lost his wife and his parents, but oook. – we can also count bellatrix and other members of his family he never really had the chance to meet, but whatever) even though Crabbe had tried to kill them all and was clearlyanti-draco at that point as Draco was seen like a failure to the dark lord (andvoldemort was in the meantime telling Lucius that his son was probably on theother side now, fighting along with Harry and co., which tells a lot about Draco tooas except if you’re Snape, you can’t really fool Voldemort). Draco still cared.His (ex) friend was dead and you had Ron being rude to him about it (andpunching him in the face a few minutes later for no good reasons – as Draco wasnot being a dick, but just trying to survive as he had lost his, or rather hismother’s, wand in the Room of Requirements earlier, when his friend had tried to kill Hermione, which took Draco completely by surprise as he hadn’t expected his friend to be so dark inside (a bit like Peter Pettigrew, tbh). At this point, right before Ron punched him, Draco simply had had no way to defend himselfagainst a death eater attacking him, without a wand.)

I especiallylove Draco’s relation with Astoria. He didn’t care about his bloodline, didn’tcare about having a child if it meant it would hurt her. His love for her waspure and he would have defended her at all costs. Despite his huge love for hisfamily, he grew up and decided not to take any bullshit from them anymore, asthis time it wasn’t a matter of life and death. Draco wanted to finally behappy and did not care at all about blood ideals, raised his kid into thebelief that every human being is worth the same. And even if Astoria would havebeen the only one to raise their son into these beliefs, it would still meanDraco would have accepted them, and accepted that his lover was a blood traitor.He fell in love with a blood traitor (meaning she ISN’T the one who made him accept them – he related to her on this level as they had been through a similar conversion) and he defended her despite his family beingagainst them. He could have done that for any other girl he would have loved. Itcould have been Hermione, and Draco’s love would still have been unconditional,especially after the war when he was fucking tired of all this bullshit andjust wanted to have a normal life and contacts with humans, even if with justone human. Draco was way over these things after the war because he hadrealized these things did not matter atall. That it was just propaganda. And a form of nationalism that didn’thave its place anymore as despite not being home in their own country and beinginto hiding, they still had found a way to have their own place, their own independencein politics, etc. And maybe more important, the muggles did not even know abouttheir existence anymore and they could then hardly be blamed for the waywizards had been persecuted and forced to exile in their own country in thepast (and still today).

The problem with muggles and wizards is a real one.There’s no big difference with the Malfoys and intellectual elites in cases ofcolonialisms and nationalisms to be honest. And I’ve read a lot on the subjectand even had an exam about these stuff just a few days ago lol (coincidence lol) as it is my field ofstudies and also a real problem around me. The real problem in the HP books isVoldemort, who’s the figure of the impostor, who uses the feelings and fears ofa group of people and promises them things like liberty, like ‘you’ll have yourcountry back, you’ll get your revenge’, etc. While he was actually raised bymuggles lol. Voldemort can easily be associated with Hitler, but the problem withpurebloods vs mudbloods is, oh my god, very different and far from a caprice.They were mostly being used by Voldemort (except some like Bellatrix, probably).If anything, Hermione is somewhat privileged herself as she exists in bothworlds and is entirely free in her own country. She’s even more free as she canswitch from one identity to the other, and understand what is going on. Shehas no problem with her identity and her history (of course she was scared of not being good enough, but Gryffindors -not slytherins and not draco- mocked her in her first year because of that). She received hate and all, but thenagain, what are people saying nowadays? That reverse racism doesn’t exist? (I don’t entirely agree with this common opinion as I’ve seen a lot of stuff against it in real life, and it’s even more complex in this situation because of the law on the secrecy, but it can help understand Draco’s standing point a bit more). Hermione first heard of Draco from Ron on her first ride to Hogwarts, and what Ron said was full of prejudices(it is understandable towards Lucius, but Draco wasn’t his father - but yeah, kids, right? Albus Severus, right? Draco actually seems to relate to him a bit in TCC, which I really like). The triowas already prejudiced against him before they even started Hogwarts. Hermioneeven insulted him, and it was really uncalled for, before he actually insultedher. Draco had been offering his friendship and Ron had laughed at his name, towhat 11-year-old Draco, like a typical 11-year-old, replied. Sure, stuff he said sometimes can beviewed like a form of racism when considering that muggles do not realize they’vebeen wrong in the past. But muggles have forgotten, not him, not his family. He was raised in the belief that this war wasn’t over. Not just Voldemort’s. Hermione is more intelligent than that though. She knewDraco was not evil, she didn’t believe he had it in him to be a death eater;she didn’t think he’d actually want to be one as it didn’t suit him. She didn’teven think it was his kind to make silly jokes with dungbombs lol (god, even 11-year-old Draco didn’t tell the teachers about the dragon while he had known for a whole week, and he only told Minerva because she caught him trying to go see the dragon too as he was curious to see it lol – he hadn’t even been trying to get them into trouble). In the end, Hermione was proud to be a mudblood, but she also defended Draco at his trial, despitenot having had the same opportunities as Harry, who for example saw Draco’sunwillingness to torture people under Voldemort’s orders through his visions.She didn’t have access to that and still defended him. And was totally againstHarry stalking Draco during their sixth year. No matter what Harry would tellher, with proofs or not, she was still always denying it. Oh and also, to be fair, wizardswould probably be lost in the muggle world and even more today with all thetechnology (even though Draco isn’t entirely ignorant on muggle technology – I mean,he talked about pursuing helicopters with his broomstick when he was elevenyears old hahaha). I find it cool that we see the muggle propaganda againstwizards in Fantastic Beasts and I truly hope it will be well done and explained. I’ve read so much on that, I’ve been to Salem and stuff before, etc. what happened in France, especially in the Basque Country, is completely awful (and really happened). The case ofDumbledore’s sister is very important too and a great example of what it could be like today without the law on the secrecy. Muggles are far from being thelittle innocent victims. What makes purebloods’ hate so unacceptable is thefact that muggles are left in ignorance. Some wizards have understood it andare happy to just have their own land in the end. That’s not how elites usually workhowever. Elites usually find comfort in traditional values, like family. Nowonder why they’re all keeping family trees. It really matters, because bybeing in exile, they literally cut themselves from their common history withmuggles, from the history of their own country. And they had to write somethingnew. And as you can see in History of Magic, it is still impossible to talkabout wizards without making mentions of muggles. Even years after the law onthe secrecy. Schools like Durmstrang still didn’t accept muggle-borns whenDraco was at Hogwarts. Years after the war, Hermione was working at theMinistry of Magic to amend pro-purebloods laws, which means they still existed.The problem isn’t all with Draco. The problem was mostly their time. They were in a time ofwar. It was not an isolated problem, at all.

To come back toAstoria, I just really love the way Draco loves her. And The Cursed Child mademe love them even more, considering the fact that she was sick. I rememberwriting a text when I was in primary school, which has been later published ina book. The book was about ‘the person I admire the most’. I had written aboutmy grandparents. My grandfather was very sick and lived in a hospital for overtwenty years, if not thirty. He was in a wheelchair and couldn’t really takecare of himself alone; he wasn’t even able to eat by himself anymore. Mygrandmother stayed by his side for all these years. She went at thehospital every single day to help him, to take care of him, and she loved himso much, even if it was hard sometimes, even if she had to work hard to pay foreverything despite her age and all. despite that nothing would change. At the end of my text, I had said that Iadmire my grandparents as they always show just how much it is important toface the trials of life, etc. etc. Draco is seriously brave to have beenthrough that, to have stayed with Astoria despite her being very weak and sick.It really is hard to live. I’ve somehow been into this situation too as my exboyfriend got health problems and he even wrote to me a few weeks ago saying hehad had a heart attack and all, and seriously it is really hard to deal with.We were going to college and sometimes he just couldn’t continue and we had tostop going to class or stop in the middle of the sidewalk outside because hejust had to sit or lie down. It’s a lot of sacrifices and it requires a lot ofdetermination and love, a lot of patience. Draco didn’t want a child if it meanther pregnancy could be dangerous to her in the long term, and I totallyunderstand that too because I am fucking scared of being pregnant as well and Iwould actually feel bad to even go out with a man as chances are this means he wouldhave to sacrifice the idea of having children. These kinds of things reallyaren’t easy and it takes a lot of strength and growing up. I can also relate toDraco as to the reactions of his parents; they definitely weren’t for hisrelation with Astoria. When I got engaged, my Mother, instead of being happy,literally cried because in her prejudices my boyfriend wasn’t good enough. Family isextremely important to me just as much as it is for Draco, and I could doanything for my family, even though I ended up growing up on my way and developingmy own values (because my parents definitely do not understand who I am andjust like Draco I ended up in situations in which I literally feared for mylife (several times) and did things against my will because of them – and despite that I stilllove them. Even if it’s still hard acting like myself sometimes when I’m with them, even today as an adult, even after moving into another city to try to calm things and have better relations with them when I see them from times to times). I relate to Draco in so many ways. I’ve had a phase like you’re talking about too. People have been mean to me, and I’ve certainly been mean too. I’ve said things sometimes that were probably worse than what Draco told Hermione when I was the same age age and I definitely didn’t mean them, especially when I was like 9-13. There really is a huge gap between what you tell people at this age (directly, or to people you thought were actually your friends in the slytherin common room lol) and what you really think when it comes to actual consequences in the real world, and what you could actually do, for real. Not everything that comes out of a child’s mouth has to be taken as literal and definitive. I definitely do not define myself according to stuff I said when I was that age, because honestly I’d go crazy. Despite all that, people usually view me as extremely open-minded, always smiling, always ready to help and listen to other people’s problems, passionate, clever, cunning, intelligent, original, witty, energetic, determinated and ambitious, resourceful, resilient, etc. (of course I can also be seen as cold, proud, perfectionist, lost, and somewhat impulsive, among other stuff lol). Point is people can truly change. When they’re genuine about wanting to change and/or become a better person. Which is definitely Draco’s case. I wouldn’t say Draco is me; I rather see him as my bro. But like.. as a child I would already call him my bro – destiny! haha.

Draco truly is a role model for me, because he’s ready to overcomeeverything, he grew up (as an adult) knowing what he wants. He grew up being a man, withstill his pride, a lot of resilience, and he’s clever and I found it fun that he kinda became a bit philosophical in TCC haha, which is totally me too lol). Draco’s not whiny anymore, he doesn’t deny the fact he has made mistakes, he accepts the past and knows it can’t be changed. He gives himself absolutely noexcuses for his past behaviours and is ready to fight for his family, even ifit means sounding like an idiot in front of people who dislike him and who heused to dislike just as much. He’s ready to move forward, to take action when it matters, etc.I love him in the Cursed Child. I just wish I’ll be like him at 40 lol. I love how he goes on stage and defendsHermione! I love how he is such a great father to Scorpius and really tries hard to make sure Scorpius doesn’t have to go through what he had to go through. He’s really an amazing character. He’s still dealing with a lot, but he does it wonderfully.

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