Then I Met You
Description: Violet Ellis is about to have her whole life change in ways she never could have predicted. A story of love, loss, anger, and magic. If you had told 10 year old Violet that she was a witch, she would have laughed. And if you told her that her entire life was a lie? Well, she wouldn’t have believed you. But 15 year old Violet? She doesn't know who to trust or who is on her side. Except for him.
Song Rec.: Violet and Draco's Playlist
TW: Angst, Big Emotions™️, death, abandonment (of child), illegitimate child, mentions of war and death eaters. Bullying (from slytherins). Slowburn. I’m not British, so forgive me if I completely butcher this… If I missed anything, let me know.
Other: Slowburn romance, sort of fast-paced story.
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x OC
TAG LIST: OPEN
WC:
Alternative Reading: Wattpad , Ao3
Status: On-Going
Chapters:
Year One: The Hogwarts Express
Year One: The Welcome Feast
Year One: Day One
Year One: Day Three
Year One: Halloween
Year One: Lamest Quidditch Match Ever
Year One: The Hufflepuff Entourage
Year One: End of Year
Year Two: Flourish and Botts
Year Two: Return to Hogwarts
Year Two: Boy Trouble
Year Two: Gilderoy Lockhart
Year Two: Slytherins Prank First-Years
Year Two: More Boy Trouble
Year Two: Jealousy, Jealousy
Year Two: The Chamber of Secrets
Year Two: Astronomy
Year Two: Astronomy Part 2
Year Two: Rogue Bludger
Year Two: A Bit of Draco
Year Two: A Touch of Kindness
Year Two: Jade(d)
Year Two: A Friends Breaking Point
Year Two: Sick Day
Year Two: The Dueling Club
Year Two: Parseltongue
Year Two: Polyjuice Potion
Year Two: Valentine's
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Broken Promises pt.2
read part 1 first, angst to fluff, readers house is unspecified, time skip from gof to ootp
harry potter x fem! reader, mentioned cedric diggory x fem! reader
It had been a few months since your boyfriends death. Everyone comforted you as much as they could but to no avail would you really speak. The people who tried to cheer you up always failed. That being said, your friend Amora had gathered a few friends of yours to go into town for a shopping trip.
Four people were there, including you. Your good friends Michael Katlins, Amora Winsburrow, and Ottoline Marvella. You were all inside Honeydukes, buying a few treats and talking with each other.
And although you were with your friends, you couldn't help but feel a bit sorrowful as you saw a couple holding hands, smiling at each other. Since Cedric's death, a few people had tried hitting you up, figuring they could be a "shoulder to cry on." You didn't need that, though, you just wanted somebody that understood you and how you felt.
Walking over to a pink wrapped candy, you take it from the table and eye it, seeing a small unicorn run around on the wrapper. A figure bumps into you, making you drop the candy. Kneeling down to grab it, the person who bumped into you, now identified as Harry Potter, grabbed the candy and gave it to you, a small smile on his face. "Hey, y/n."
To be frank, you had always found him and his scar a bit cute. So now seeing him in front of you, towering a bit over you, you couldn't help but smile back. "Hi, Harry. Are you here with your friends?" He hummed back, nodding his head to the right, an annoyed Hermione snatching a chocolate frog away from a confused Ron.
"Well, i'm here with a few of my friends, too. Though, I wanted to go to another store. They dragged me here." You say, now looking over to your friends as they laugh. "Would you like to go to the book shop with me? I've been meaning to grab a book from there."
"Yeah, that- that'd be great. I've actually been meaning to talk to you, too.. about- about Cedric." Your smile faltered, a sad look replacing it. "Um, yeah, sure. What about?" You both made your way out of Honeydukes, heading to the library.
"Do you miss him?" He asked you. You nodded your head gently, moving your arms to hold yourself. As the weather ran cold, you began to wish you had brought a jacket to wear atop your thin sweater.
"Yeah.. I miss him a lot, actually. People keep- keep telling me that it's been so long, that I have to get over it. I don't think they get it, though." You looked at Harry, his hair blowing lightly in the Fall wind.
"What about you? I know you guys weren't as close as others, but do you miss him, too?" He smiled, "You're right. We weren't as close as he was with his friends, or with you. But I miss him. I always feel like I caused it. Like if I did one thing different then maybe he'd still be here." You had made it to the book shop, walking in and being comforted by the warmth and scent of parchment and dimly lit candles everywhere. You find a corner near the fantasy section, sitting down.
"I believe you, by the way." He gave you a confused look. "About him being back." At that, he gave you a smile, looking into your eyes as if you two were the only ones who really understood what happened that day. "You don't have to, of course.. but tell me. Tell me everything that happened in the maze. What did it look like, what did he look like." You scooted just a bit closer to Harry, a small smile plastered on your face. The light of a soy candle lit the corner up, the scent of vanilla flowing from the wick.
You two talked for hours, seemingly about anything. He explained to you what had happened in the maze. He had said he told you because you "deserve to know." You had cried a little bit, you both had. You two shared the mutual connection of just knowing that you two would be the only ones to ever understand the feeling. The feeling of not knowing what to do. The feeling of seeing Cedric's lifeless body on the floor beside you, crying and holding him.
You two were the only ones to ever see. To see him so up close on that field.
It had reached near forty minutes until curfew at the castle. You two stood up, Harry helping you stand. "It was nice talking to you, Harry. I feel.. happy that we spoke." He hummed in response, smiling and opening the door to the library as you two left. Even though you hadn't gotten the book you wanted, you still felt accomplished with the day.
"How will we explain to our friends we ran off together without them assuming things." You said to Harry, smiling and laughing. You hadn't realized how cold it was going to be today, now slightly shivering. "Are you cold, y/n?" Harry asked you, taking his hoodie off and waiting for your response. You nodded your head, accepting the hoodie he had in his hand. "Thanks, I hadn't realized how cold it had gotten."
"It's no problem, really. Though, do you really think our friends will assume something?" Harry asked playfully, you two now on the lit up bridge that connects the town and castle. "Definitely. Amora will be bugging me ALL day tomorrow. And from what I know, Ron won't stop bugging you either." You say smiling, almost to the castle now.
"Well, if he does ask what we did, i'll say we snuck off on a date." He said, nudging you slightly and chuckling as you scoff. "Are you asking me out, Potter?" "Maybe." He mumbled to himself, looking at you.
"Well, if you are.. I accept." Harry looked at you, a shocked look on his face. "Well- well you don't HAVE to say yes. I mean it doesn't even have to be a date! We could totally just go to Hogsmade as friends and laugh and be totally friendly! But we couldalsodoitasadate, too." You laughed as he jumbled his words together. "Yes, Harry, I'll go on a date with you." You said, giggling mid sentence.
"Really, okay!" He said, a nervous look on his face. "I had a good time talking to you, today, Harry." You said, looking down at your shoes, small puddles of water from last nights storm everywhere.
You had made it inside the castle, now beside your house dormitory. You take Harry's hoodie off, handing it to him. "No, no. You can keep it, I have loads of other hoodies." He said, smiling. You nod your head, a small smile bestowed on your face. "I'll see you tomorrow, Harry." With that, you head into your common room, happy with how the day had gone.
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a/n: sorry i didn't post pt.2 sooner 😭 i've been pretty busy with life in general and stuff. though i will be posting more often, lmk if you'd like to be tagged in official posts 🤍
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He allows the presence to get closer, closer…
Harry grabs at the arm that peeks around the curtain—there’s a yelp and a flurry of swears—and uses that leverage slam a squirming ginger against the shower wall, pinning him place with a forearm across his collarbone.
“George,” he says evenly, not at all surprised by the quarry he’s caught. “Which part of ‘I’ve been living in an active warzone’ made you think it’d be a good idea to sneak up on me in the shower?”
“Huh,” George says, unusually meek. He’s already soaked to the skin, his t-shirt and pajama pants clinging wetly to his frame as the spray from the shower continues to fall overhead. “I’ll admit, this might not’ve been the most well-thought out of pranks.”
Harry considers him for a long moment. He holds out his free hand and sure enough, a potion vial flies into it, dropped at some point during the brief scuffle.
“And what’s this supposed to do?” he asks. Glass vial, pale blue liquid, pink reflect, no time to brew so he already had it in his possession…
“It’s just a hair color potion,” George swears. “Innocent as they come!”
“Bit tame for you lot, though, isn’t it?” Harry muses, lifting a brow.
“We thought you could do with a bit of a laugh,” George explains, a touch put out. “‘S’not like we’re trying to hurt you. In hindsight, we could’ve—” He glances down towards where Harry’s still got his arm pinned across his chest, then glances lower. “—could’ve gone about it better,” he finishes, his voice not unlike a squeak.
Despite himself, Harry feels the corner of his mouth twitch up. “Hmm.”
Knowing better than to take his eyes off his target—especially when that target’s a Weasley twin—Harry lifts the vial to his mouth, uncorking it with his teeth.
“Just a color change?” he checks.
George swallows; Harry can feel his throat flex under his hold.
“Just a color change,” he confirms.
“Cheers, then,” Harry says, and downs the potion in one gulp. He doesn’t feel it take effect, which tracks with what he remembers, but a quick glance up tells him that his fringe has turned a vibrant shade of purple.
George is watching him with wide, almost fascinated eyes. “...Suits you,” he eventually says.
“Thanks,” Harry says with a wolfish grin. “Now get out of my shower.”
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