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pink in the night P.1

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pairing: hufflepuffmuggleborn!reader x draco

summary: when y/n y/l/n starts having weird, recurring dreams about her long time unrequited crush in her 6th year, she begins to wonder where fantasies end and reality begins. 

(based on a request from anon asking for a fic about a hufflepuff reader, who had been average in hogwarts before she had a big glow up. i took many, many creative liberties with the plot, as you can clearly see in the summary).

warnings: canon-typical violence, mature language, nsfw content. read at your own risk!

a/n: so change of plans! i’m cutting part 1 in like..thirds. because it’s getting too fucking long. here’s part 1! apologies for how drawn out and slow part 1 is

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They never told her about the muggleborn summers. 

Y/N had friends. It wasn’t like she didn’t have friends–at Hogwarts, at least. Terry Boot, Susan Bones, and Hannah Abbott consumed most of her waking hours back at school. She would hide out in the library with Terry when she felt an inclination to study, or frequent Honeydukes with Susan and Hannah when she was sick of hearing her token Ravenclaw friend prattle on about the chemical components of Firewhiskey or the cellular decomposition process of fermenting flubberworms. 

In short, she was happy at school, even if she knew that she was technically the lowest rung on the totem pole of Hogwarts popularity and importance. As a Hufflepuff, she was largely excluded in the fierce house rivalry between Gryffindor and Slytherin. As someone who never had a class with the famous Harry Potter and his crew, she completely missed out on the DA debacle in 5th year and only heard about the wild adventures of his group through the grapevine (and, occasionally, when things got buckwild: through the Daily Prophet). And, of course, as a muggleborn, she was hardly considered worth attention to anyone pureblood who knew about her blood status. 

Essentially, Y/N was more than aware of how little she participated in the Hogwarts student body. But she liked her world, small and quaint, just the way it was. She was not going to complain about the lack of excitement in her world.

But where her life at Hogwarts was cozy and contained, her life at home felt suffocating and constricting. It was tolerable over the winter holidays, as she managed to catch up with her extended family and exchange gifts with her loved ones, but the summer months were slow-moving and torturous. When she was younger, she was able to send out letters to her old friends by using a service called “Post-an-Owl”, utilizing her owl to drop her letter off at the muggle postal boxes to avoid any unnecessary confusion that would be sparked by her muggle friends seeing a giant bird delivering their mail. But now that technology was developing, her friends all communicated through ICQ, a new instant messaging service. Without any access to the World Wide Web, Y/N was, for lack of a better term, fucked. She had no idea how her friends were doing over the school year. 

Her friends had split apart, too, heading off to different 6th forms and preparing for university. Y/N was having trouble explaining her “international” boarding school fumbling for post-secondary education plans, listing a few random made-up schools in the States to satisfy the prying questions she received from them last summer. As she rode back home on the Hogwarts Express, all she could think about was how lonely she’d be until September 1st.

~

The days were blurring together, just like they always did when she was home. Lucille, Iris, and Dasha had spent the first few weeks unavailable as they winded down from GCSEs and generally planning, so Y/N had been left to her own devices. She drank tea, read her bookshelf, spent time with her parents, and tried hard to not think about her wand that was tucked away in her bottom dresser drawer. 

No one ever told her about how difficult it was to live without magic after you had spent the last 9 months basically surrounded by charms, hexes, and curses that permeated the very walls of her school. At home, the air was flat and quiet. There was nothing to spark her magic, nothing to give her an outlet for the storm brewing inside of her. 

At night, she fidgeted, looking down at her hands and wondering if it was only a matter of time until she had an accidental outburst like she so often did as a child. She imagined what it would be this time—maybe setting her precious bookcase on fire, or perhaps transfiguring the fly humming about her lamp into an eagle. 

Thankfully, nothing happened. Nothing ever did. Y/N was controlled, patient, and reserved. She had never benefited from losing control, taking risks, or acting on a whim like Harry Potter and the rest of his friends so often did. So, whenever she felt waves of energy rise up in her core, she’d take a breath, remember that she was effectively a muggle for the next few months, and relax. 

Lucille came to see her in the depths of July.

“You grew your hair out,” her oldest friend observed. They were sitting on her bed, waiting for their toenails to dry as they watched the clouds move by the window. 

“Do you think it suits me?” asked Y/N. “I just never got around to cutting it over the school year.”

Lucille hummed, reaching out to tug at her locks. A quick few pulls and twists later, and Lucille frowned, deep in thought. “It looks good, of course. But I think if you cut it right here…”

Still holding her hair up, Lucille carefully maneuvered herself so she was no longer blocking the eyeline between her and the mirror hanging up on the wall. Her hands precariously held the long locks of Y/N’s hair so they barely kissed her collarbone. A few strands escaped, spilling over her shoulder and sullying the image, but Y/N could see what she meant. “If you cut it this short, it would look really cool. In my opinion. You could maybe even add a little face framing in there.”

“Wow,” exclaimed Y/N. “You’re right. How did you know?”

“I just have an eye for that sort of thing.” Lucille let her hair fall back to its usual place, and Y/N found herself missing the lengthening effect that the shorter cut gave her neck. “My mum’s a hairdresser, you know. She would be happy to give your hair a little trim.”

“That’s very kind of her,” said Y/N, knowing that she would never take her up on the offer. Lucille’s mother worked at a fancy spa in London, one that her family wouldn’t dream of going to. She remembered seeing the prices once while she was waiting with her mother to pick up Lucille for a movie. Some services were hundreds of pounds. Hundreds to just cut the hair on her head? She shuddered to think about asking her family to shell out that much for, in Lucille’s words, “just a trim”.

“Really,” pressed Lucille, threading her fingers through Y/N’s hair yet again. “You’re a friend of mine. She’s just bought new hair shears and is raring to try them out.”

“I would love to, but I can’t ask my parents to pay her! And I’m saving up for the school year.”

Lucille shook her head, smiling. “No, silly. For free! I’ll give your landline a call after I talk to her and let you know what works for her.”

“I couldn’t possibly—”

“Yes you can!” Her friend was grinning now. “I hardly ever get to see you. And, to be entirely honest, you could use a little makeover montage.”

She bristled.

“I’m not saying you look bad,” clarified Lucille. “But you’re so pretty! You’ve grown up quite a bit and I think it’s time for you to unlock the REAL young adult Y/N. That is, if you feel like you haven’t ready. Do you have any interest in make-up or hair styling or anything?”

“Some,” said Y/N, though she wasn’t entirely sure what to say. In the Wizarding World, women and girls rarely wore any makeup. Instead, they used Glamours to charm their skin clear, their hair silky, and their legs hairless. She’d tried out a few, letting Susan go wild on her for the Yule Ball, but all the Glamours were so obvious, leaving a slight pearly sheen on her hair or her skin that she strongly associated with Pansy Parkinson, whose skin regularly resembled a muggle glow stick after her no doubt extensive morning routine. And the vibrant colors that she saw so often in magical beauty didn’t quite suit her. “I just don’t really know where to start, to be honest.” The idea of discovering her real, grown-up self was tempting but daunting. 

“Natural look, I’m assuming?”

“Yes,” said Y/N quickly. 

Lucille nodded, surveying her face with a surgical precision that made Y/N squirm. “Perfect. I’ll give you a call.”

~

A week and a few enthusiastic scissor chops later, Y/N was sitting on the floor of Lucille’s room as Lucille applied her makeup while Dasha and Iris gave a couple “ooh”s and “aah”s as needed.

“You have really nice bone structure,” said Iris from her position on Lucille’s bed. “You’ve really grown up since we all hung out last.”

“You all have too,” replied Y/N, trying not to flinch as a brush rubbed against her under eyes. “Tell me what’s been going on with you all! I’m so sorry I’m not able to message on ICQ.”

“It’s so fucking weird that your school doesn’t allow you to use the internet,” said Dasha. “Do you even know what’s happened between Iris and Justin?”

“What?!” Y/N stiffened. “Iris!”

The girl in question flopped onto the bedspread and moaned. “Shut up! I can’t keep talking about this anymore! It’s harrowing.”

“He cheated on her with Anne from Chemistry,” Dasha stage-whispered. “It was a whole ordeal.”

“Oh, god—”

“All done,” interrupted Lucille. “Did you see how I did your eyeliner?”

Y/N bobbed her head once, allowing herself to be turned towards the mirror to see her makeup. 

“What do you think?” Lucille asked.

She was stunned. It was like someone completely different was looking back at her, with wide, shimmering eyes and full lashes. Her skin was even and glowing, her lips slightly darkened. And, best of all, it didn’t look unnatural or forced. 

“It looks like me, but better,” admitted Y/N. The gentle hand used in applying the eyeliner made her eyes appear bigger in a way that her Glamours could never achieve. Her hair, shorter and shiny against her healthy looking skin, completed it. 

“I know, right!” Lucille exclaimed. “Do you want to go shopping? I used mostly drugstore stuff on you, so it’ll be cheap to do it yourself.”

~

By the time Y/N was packing up for Hogwarts, she was no longer feeling hopeless and lost. Yes, she was nearly vibrating from the excitement of using magic again, but she was centered this time. Along with taking her shopping to buy her makeup, Y/N had gone on a few shopping trips with the rest of her friends to get new clothes. Before Lucille had helped her with her hair and her makeup, she only paid attention to the robes she wore, slipping on anything she had on hand to wear underneath her yellow trimmed Hufflepuff school robes. On weekends, it was denim and a faded T-shirt or an old sweater if things were chilly. But Dasha and Iris were so excited to talk about the new muggle fashions, she couldn’t possibly deny a trip to the mall. 

Now, as she packed up her trunk, she found herself marvelling over the additions to her wardrobe. The new pieces she had found fit the new image of Y/N perfectly—the grown-up Y/N who was no longer an awkward 13 year old. 

Though the summer before her 6th year had occasionally been lonely and isolating, Y/N had discovered herself.

“You look different,” aptly observed Terry as she joined him in their train compartment. 

“It’s the hair,” said Susan, nodding towards Y/N. 

“It’s the clothes,” added Hannah. She reached out and tugged at the cuffed sleeve of Y/N’s button-up. 

“Maybe it’s Maybelline,” said Justin, the only other muggleborn Hufflepuff she knew, rolling his eyes. “Do we have nothing better to talk about?”

Eager to move on from the different way her male peers were looking at her, Y/N nodded. “Please. I can’t have everyone knowing my secrets.”

“I know what we can talk about,” said Susan, leaning forward so she could lower her voice. “Have you all heard about Malfoy?”

Y/N’s heart skipped a beat. “Who? Draco?” she said, oh so nonchalantly. 

“You don’t get the Prophet, do you?” asked Terry.

“No, I don’t.”

“Daddy Malfoy just got thrown into Azkaban,” said Justin, though he hardly seemed interested. “His trial was all anyone talked about over the summer. The Wizengamot came to a decision in the second week of August.”

Y/N tried not to feel too offended by the way he implied that she was stupid and informed. It was Justin, after all. He was always a bit of a pretentious tosser. “Oh! God, that’s awful.”

“Is it?” asked Terry, raising a brow. 

“I mean,” she fumbled, “Awful for Drac—Malfoy. That must suck to have his father thrown into prison. Azkaban, no less.” She was pretty sure her cheeks were tomato red at this point.

Terry shrugged. “Y/N, I don’t know. Luna told me that his father nearly killed her.”

“Merlin.” Y/N gulped. “Do any of you…have any extra copies of the Prophet? I can’t believe I haven’t read about this.”

Justin dug around in his satchel, finally producing a crumpled up ball. “This is the paper from the day he was sentenced.”

Y/N took it from him, gently pulling apart the pages until a wrinkled version of the Prophet lay in front of her. She took out her want and cast a quick flattening spell, watching a current iron out any remaining folds. 

Draco Malfoy’s face stared right back at her. He was on the front page, pictured with his mother. His mouth was fixed into a scowl and his eyes were blank as he stared into the camera, his face lighting up with flashes as other cameras scrambled to get a picture of the Malfoy heir and his mother. Behind him, Narcissa stood with her hand poised on Draco’s shoulder, one deep line appearing in her forehead.

Draco blinked once, a breeze briefly rising to tussle his hair. Then the photo repeated.

“What do you think?” Hannah asked, leaning over to read the article along with Y/N.

“Oh, very, er, wild,” said Y/N, hoping it wasn’t obvious that she’d just spent the past minute staring at the picture of Draco Malfoy loop over and over again. “I just can’t believe this is the world now.”

Hannah nodded solemnly. “I know!” 

She put the newspaper in her bag. Thankfully, Justin didn’t ask for it back. She was planning on digesting it later, in the privacy of her dorm room where she could stare at Draco without the prying eyes of her friends and the judgemental sniffs of Justin. “Thanks for the paper, Justin.”

He grunted in response. 

Someone rapped on the compartment glass.

“Ugh, Theo,” groaned Susan, though she plastered a smile on her face as the figure outside pushed open the door.

“Hey,” he said, propping his arm on the doorframe and grinning at her. His dark green tie flapped in the brief puff of air that accompanied the sliding of the door.

“Hey.” Susan swallowed.

Y/N felt like she was missing something. Had something happened between her and Nott? Is that why she was calling the Slytherin Theo now?

“I like your sweater,” Nott offered, his eyes flicking down to her chest in a way that was not very PG-13 rated. 

Susan blushed madly. “Er—thanks. I like yours.”

He wasn’t wearing a sweater, but he was wearing a shit-eating grin, and that was only growing. “Come sit with us?”

“In the Slytherin section?”

Nott shrugged, and the way she saw his muscles tense underneath his button-up made Y/N understand where Susan was coming from a bit more. “If you’d like.” He shifted his gaze, catching Y/N’s eyes. “Are you new?”

Terry snorted.

“No,” said Y/N, her mouth twisting into a frown. 

“Forgive me,” said Nott in response, holding his hands up in a surrender. “I’m proper shit at remembering faces.”

“I’ll go sit with you,” interrupted Susan, sitting upwards and gathering her things in a haphazard fashion that seemed rather uncharacteristic. Nott smirked and held the door open for her, whispering something into her ear as she brushed past him. 

“Did something happen between them?” asked Y/N once the door had shut and the pair was on their way to the Slytherin car.

Her friends shifted uncomfortably. Terry seemed like he was avoiding eye contact while Hannah picked at her cuticles. Justin was reading a book that he’d brought, clearly not participating. 

“Well…” Terry rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah.”

“Oh!” Y/N felt her heartbeat quicken once again. “Why didn’t she tell me?”

“She really wanted to,” explained Hannah, and her expression was open and genuine. “But when she owled me and Terry about Theo, she said that she wasn’t sure how to tell you. Since you’re muggleborn and he’s…well, he’s in that crowd. She was worried you’d be hurt.”

Y/N felt the briefest flicker of betrayal, but she supposed she understood where Susan was coming from. “Is he good to her?”

Terry shrugged. “I think so? They’re not official or anything. They just met at a pureblood function over the summer and apparently hit it off. He seems alright, actually.”

“That’s great!” said Y/N, though her mind was reeling. On one hand, she was slightly stung by the fact that her friend didn’t bother to tell her. She also felt keenly aware of the fact that his reputation of bigoted behavior towards people like her was not enough for her to turn him down. But on the other…She gulped. There was something thrilling about having a mutual connection with Draco. It was stupid, really. Nothing would ever come of it. But after 6 years, there was finally some weak merit behind her daydreams of meeting Draco and having an enlightening conversation at some party or gathering. 

But that was completely nuts. It’s not like he’d go to a Hufflepuff party. It’s not like she’d go to a Slytherin party either, no matter how desperately she wanted to satisfy that particular curiosity of hers. 

“If you see her before me, please tell her that I don’t mind,” added Y/N. The relief was visible on the faces of her friends. “I’m just sad she felt like she couldn’t tell me sooner. I’d understand, you know.”

Terry and Hannah sent her grateful smiles. 

After another hour or so of chatter and banter, they finally arrived. Y/N had long since donned her robes, pulling the black fabric with golden trim and tightening her Hufflepuff tie until she was satisfied with her appearance. There was something so satisfying about the way that her hair brushed her collar, its length lending it bounce and volume that had otherwise been absent. 

“Not to sound weird or anything,” said Hannah to her as they filed into the Great Hall, “But I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone look better at a Sorting Ceremony. Merlin, Y/N, you’re just glowing.”

She grinned back. She felt like she was glowing. 

But as they continued down the aisle, making their way towards the Hufflepuff table, Y/N began to feel a bit uncomfortable with how many people were looking at her. When she’d walk by a section of students, some would do double takes, gaping at her as she walked past. 

It made her nervous. 

“Is there something in my hair? Or on my face?” she whispered to Hannah.

Hannah smiled. “I don’t know what happened to you over the summer, but you just look different now. More yourself, or something. They’re probably just wondering who you are.”

“Only took them 6 years.” 

They slid onto the benches, readying themselves for the upcoming feast. As her friends began to joke and giggle around her, Y/N was sure of one thing: even if the rest of the student body was acting weird, at least she had them. 

~

“...and after Potions I have Divination, Runes, Transfiguration, and Defense Against the Dark Arts.” Y/N caught her breath after reciting her schedule, pacing the room she shared with Susan.

“All N.E.W.T level?” asked the roommate in question. 

“Yeah,” said Y/N. “I didn’t manage to get an O in Herbology, and Sprout told me that it’d be better for me to focus on my strengths.”

“Brutal,” replied Susan. “So we only have Potions together?” 

“I think so.” Y/N held up the parchment containing her schedule so it was lined up with Susan’s, confirming that their timetables were different. “Why are you taking N.E.W.T level Arithmancy? Do you hate yourself?”

Susan snorted. “I could say the same for you and Divination.”

“At least Divination is just ‘tell me what these tea leaves resemble’ and ‘explain how you can use palm lines to determine how likely it is that my cousin’s stubbed toe will heal in time for the next backyard Quidditch match.’ I don’t have to calculate the magnitude of the magical core of Saturn or whatever.”

“It’s really not that bad.”

“Whatever you say.” Y/N tossed her schedule on her new desk, shoving her trunk under her bed and surveying the room. “I guess that’s all I have to do tonight. I actually quite like our dorm this year. It’s more spacious than the last one.”

Susan hummed, but her eyes seemed far away.

“Is everything okay?” Y/N asked.

“Are you mad at me about Theo?” she finally asked.

Y/N blinked. “No. Not really. A little hurt that you didn’t tell me, but I guess I understand why.”

“I wanted to tell you so badly,” gushed Susan, seemingly checking back into the present. “I’m so sorry. I know I should have now, but I wanted to do it in person, and I know that your parents are weird about you going into the magical world over summer.”

“It’s alright,” said Y/N, and though there was a twinge of pain, she mostly meant it. “Is he nice? I never imagined that a Slytherin from that group would be.”

Susan nodded. “You’d be surprised. He’s actually really sweet.”

She went on about Nott and the precise details of their meeting and the conception of their situationship, and Y/N couldn’t help but wonder if this meant she could finally tell her best friend the secret that had been weighing on her since 4th year.

“Susan?” she asked, after her roommate had tired herself out having gone over the exact softness of Nott’s hair thrice. 

“Yeah?” Susan sat up, cocking her head. 

“I…” Y/N swallowed. She could feel her throat bob. “Well…”

“What’s up? Is something wrong?”

“No,” said Y/N quickly. “I just…If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell anyone? Like, when I say anyone, I mean even Terry and Hannah. No one can know.”

“You��re scaring me, Y/N,” said Susan. “But of course. It’ll be just between the two of us.”

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise.” Susan offered her an outstretched pinky finger and wiggled her eyebrows. “Now spit it out.”

“IhaveacrushonDracoMalfoy,” she mumbled.

Susan stilled. Her eyes widened a fraction. 

“And it’s really not that big of a deal,” Y/N added on, scrambling. “Like, it’s not like I have a lot of feelings for him or anything. I don’t even like him that much. It’s not even a crush, really. I just find him really, er, interesting. And I know it’s literally a pipe dream because he’s Draco Malfoy and I’m a muggleborn Hufflepuff but I’ve just been sitting on this for a long time now and I had to tell someone. So I can get over it, of course. Because he’s totally awful and not an option at all.”

The corner of Susan’s lip quirked. Y/N felt her heart lurch, sure that her friend was about to ridicule her for being so delusional that she managed to develop feelings for Malfoy. 

“Like I said,” she said, desperate to salvage the conversation, “It’s nothing important. Barely there, even, I’d wager. I don’t even know him. It’s silly, really. I don’t know why I told you this.”

“That does make sense,” mused Susan. 

“What?”

“I said, that makes sense,” repeated Susan, and Y/N was relieved to see that she didn’t appear angry. “Considering how you talk about him. How long?”

“Um…”

“How long?!”

“Since…well, since 4th year,” said Y/N, wishing their window was large enough for her to open it and pitch herself off the side of the castle. 

Susan’s eyebrows shot up. “Y/N! And you never told me?”

“I’m embarrassed by it,” Y/N admitted. “It’s a little masochistic, don’t you think? Local loser falls for the school bully?”

“Has he ever bullied you?”

“We’ve never even spoken,” said Y/N, quietly. 

“Oh.” Susan chewed on her bottom lip. “That does complicate things. Have you ever had a class together or something?”

“Not since 4th year,” she said. “I guess our schedules just didn’t line up.”

“So why do you like him?”

And Y/N told her.

December 25th, 1994

Y/N teetered on her heels as Terry spun her yet again, sweeping her off her feet and making her erupt into a fit of laughter. 

“You don’t need to do that,” she whispered into his ear between giggles. Terry really didn’t—the Bulgarian waltz only required the leading partner to turn with their partner, not pick them up off the ground and swing them about. 

Terry just grinned loosely down at her, his hand casually rested on her waist. His face was pinker than usual, probably because of the copious amount of Firewhiskey he’d managed to nab off of the upperclassmen. 

The two separated, in accordance with the waltz steps, turning around to face the dancer behind them.Y/N readied herself to do a simple waltz sequence around the room, but her confidence immediately wavered when she saw who was standing in front of her.

Draco Malfoy’s blond head dipped as he bowed, extending a hand. She curtsied, but her heart was thudding so hard that she was surprised that she didn’t trip and fall. It was probably from the exercise. Yes, she had just been sweating all over Terry as he picked her up and threw her about in the air. It had nothing to do with the pair of silver eyes trained on her.

He didn’t recognize her. He couldn’t have, not when he placed his hand on her waist and allowed her to take his hand without a single flinch. Malfoys were notorious for their blood prejudices. He probably thought that she was a half-blood Hufflepuff, like the near entirety of the Hogwarts student population. Muggleborns were rare, rarer than members of the Sacred Twenty-Eight. Unless he had known of her before, he had no reason to assume she was one. 

As they waltzed across the dance floor, Y/N allowed herself to appreciate the way that they moved together. Where Terry was occasionally klutzy and uncoordinated, Malfoy floated, guiding them across the floor with a practiced ease that was undoubtedly the result of years of a proper Pureblood upbringing. He was warm and solid against her, and she could feel the chill of his signet ring permeating the thin fabric of her gown.

She let herself look at his face when they returned to their original places. His gaze was fixed on something over her shoulder, but the effect was all the same.

Fuck thought Y/N as she stared at him. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

She knew this feeling. 

They separated, and Y/N yanked her eyes from his, finding Terry’s arms and attempting to forget all about what she’d just felt. But it became hard for her to deny when she noticed how often her eyes left her own date to look for that telling blonde head of hair. She drank in every sight of him like a woman parched, hoping to memorize the way that his lithe form looked in his formal black dressing robes, the way that his starchy white collar accentuated his sharp jawline. 

He was perfect. And she was fucked.

September 1st, 1996

“You danced with him once and decided you were going to have his babies?” said Susan, one eyebrow arched.

“Ew.” Y/N smacked her roommate with her pillow. “Gross. And it was a really good dance! We were a good partnership.”

“And you know this because you took one trip across the ballroom, doing one of the easiest dance steps known to man? With a pureblood who could probably waltz his shoes tied together?” 

Y/N turned even redder. “Hey! I can’t help it. He’s just…You know?”

“Unfortunately, I do know,” Susan conceded. “Theo makes me feel that way too.”

“Speaking of Nott—I mean, Theo—” Y/N paused, wondering if it was too early and weird for her to ask. 

“Yeah?”

“Do you spend any time with Draco when you’re with the Slytherins? What’s he like?”

Thankfully, Susan didn’t seem like she was going to tease her for her hopeless antics. She frowned, tilting her head. “He’s…quiet. Very quiet. Maybe it’s just because I’m there. He probably has some bloodline curse prohibiting him from chatting up a Hufflepuff or something—no offense.”

“None taken,” said Y/N. “I meant it when I said that I knew this was all a pipe dream. Do you think…I dunno, this is stupid.”

“In dark times like these, we should all treasure the questions from hopeless crushes a little more. If we can’t allow ourselves this, then what else do we have?”

Y/N smiled gratefully. “I know you say he’s quiet. But from what you’ve seen, do you think we’d get along?”

Susan opened her mouth before closing it.

“I mean, apart from the fact that I’m a muggleborn and a Hufflepuff,” Y/N hastily added. “Just, like, our personalities.”

“Oh,” said Susan, appearing relieved. “Like I said, I don’t know all that much about him or his personality. When I see the Slytherins, he normally just adds a few sarcastic comments here and there.”

“Hm.” Y/N tried not to think too hard about whether or not they were compatible based off of the one singular detail Susan had gleaned from her interactions with him.

“I can ask Theo, you know,” said Susan. “I can be really sly about it. He wouldn’t know it was you. I’ll just ask him what Draco’s type is or something.”

“I don’t think Theo even knows who I am,” said Y/N. “I don’t think any of them know who I am, either.”

“That’s probably for the better,” said Susan. “Theo has been good about it, but I think that you’re better off without them knowing about another muggleborn at Hogwarts. You see how they treat Granger.”

Y/N hummed in agreement. 

“I’ll ask,” Susan said, her tone final. “And I’ll be so sneaky about it. It’ll never get back to you. But…”

“But?”

Susan shifted. “You’ve seen him with Parkinson, right?” 

“Yes.” Y/N didn’t mean to sound so sharp. 

“I’m just saying this because I love you, Y/N,” said Susan. “I want you to be prepared in case Theo tells me that they’re together. For all we know, they could have an engagement arranged after they graduate.”

Y/N felt positively ill. “I know. I’m okay with it. I’ve come to terms with the fact that it’s never going to happen. I just kind of want to know. If you come back and tell me that you think he’s completely incompatible with me then I’ll feel better about forgetting all about it.”

“That’s smart,” responded Susan, looking thoughtful. “But I’m sorry if it doesn’t work out. You deserve the best, you know.”

She let her roommate pull her into a hug. She could tell that another apology was on the tip of her friend’s tongue: perhaps a more eloquently worded, “I’m sorry you were born a muggleborn.” Y/N didn’t mind being muggleborn, but in that moment, she would’ve given anything in the world to have magical lineage. 

~

Y/N’s nails bit into the flesh of her palms as she wound about the dungeon corridors. She had spent every year prior heading to Snape’s room for Potions and gotten so accustomed to walking to the same classroom that she never bothered to explore more of the dungeons. She hated the way that everything was so dank, dripping, and dark. 

She also hated the way that she was going to be late to her first Potions class. Because she couldn’t find the classroom, like a bloody first-year. 

THIS is not a good look for me she thought as she finally caught sight of a door propped open with students inside. I’m letting down all the muggleborns. 

Her shoes clicked on the stone floor as she entered, prompting Slughorn to pause his lecturing to turn and regard her.

“Miss…” He frowned, plucking a small piece of parchment from the table.

“Y/L/N, sir,” she answered. Her cheeks grew hot as she felt the weight of the entire class’s eyes on her. 

“Ah, I see,” said Slughorn, nodding. “Miss Bones told me you were coming. Lost your way?”

“Yes,” she replied, catching Susan’s eye. “Forgive me, Professor. I don’t spend much time down here.”

Slughorn awarded her with a smile that was clearly forced. “No matter. Take a seat. We’re reviewing the general structure of an antidote.”

Y/N scanned the room. There was one empty seat next to Susan and Nott, thank Merlin. Y/N had never felt more grateful. Then she realized who was sitting with them and her heart ceased to beat.

“Y/N,” greeted Susan as she set her things down on the ground and sat down. “Have you met Theo?”

Nott grinned wolfishly at her from across the table, dimples appearing in his golden skin. Y/N could see why Susan was drawn to him. “Hi, Y/N. I met you on the train, didn’t I?”

“Hi,” she said shyly. “I think so.” She wasn’t sure if her voice was going to work properly if she said any more. 

“And have you met Malfoy?” Nott gestured towards the boy sitting next to him, levitating a quill and looking profoundly uninterested.

Y/N sent a kick to Susan’s shin under the table. “No. I, er, don’t think I have.”

Draco looked up from his quill for a second and their eyes locked. Her heart thudded like it was suddenly full of lead. He raised his hand in a half-hearted wave, fingers loose. Then he looked back down, twirling the quill around said long fingers. He obviously didn’t care. Y/N swallowed. He was wearing a Malfoy signet ring on his pointer finger, a silver metal that captured the light in the room and accentuated the elegant slope of his skin. He had hands that looked like they could belong to a Michelangelo sculpture and he didn’t care about her at all.

She felt like she was going to puke.

“Malfoy, this is Y/N,” said Nott, and she felt like she wanted to immediately melt into a puddle and die. “Y/N Y/L/N.”

Malfoy didn’t even bother introducing himself, but he looked at her again. This time, it felt like he was reevaluating her. His gaze lingered, only snapping to attention once Slughorn began to lecture once again.

And thus was Y/N’s first interaction with Malfoy in two years.

“Merlin, Susan,” grumbled Y/N as they sat together at lunch, huddled together and attempting to quell their first day blues with the soup in front of them. “That was disastrous.”

“It’s okay, Y/N,” soothed Susan. She’d been hearing Y/N moan about her interaction with Malfoy all day. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I didn’t say anything to him,” replied Y/N, grieving over her bowl. “All I did was sit there and stare at his hands. Do you think he noticed?”

“I don’t,” Susan told her. Her hand came up to touch Y/N’s back. “I don’t mean to take the wind out of your sails, but he wasn’t really paying much attention to you.”

“I know,” said Y/N, and upon hearing how loudly she’d snapped it, immediately lowered her voice. “That’s the real kicker. Now I know, I guess. He’s got no interest in me. It’s a lost cause. I’m over it, damn it all—”

“Apologies for interrupting,” said a smooth voice from behind her. Y/N froze. She knew who this was.

“Theo!” said Susan, spinning around and beaming up at her Slytherin “it’s complicated”-friend. He returned the smile with equal affection, reaching out to press a thumb into the dimple in her left cheek. “Why’re you here?”

“I have a proposition for you,” he said to Susan before turning to face Y/N. “And you, too, Y/N. If you’d like.”

Y/N had a feeling she would not like it.

“Surely you’ve heard about our fun little get togethers,” said Nott. The slant of his mouth had morphed from adoration to slyness, and it made Y/N want to squirm in her seat (though she would not give any Slytherin the satisfaction of letting him see that). 

“A little,” Susan deadpanned. It was an understatement. Slytherin parties were legendary. Even more mythic were the invites—it was near impossible to get into one without being a Slytherin already.

“Well, I’d love to see you there,” said Nott. “Both of you there. Y/N, it’s been a pity that I hardly know you.”

Something inside Y/N froze. Did he know? Did any of them know that she was a muggleborn? Susan seemed to be undergoing the same thought process as emotions flickered across her face. 

But despite all of her reservations, Y/N knew one thing: Susan, as a pureblood and a witch who was hopelessly infatuated with Theodore Nott, was going to be going to this party whether she was allowed or not.

“She’d love to go,” said Y/N. Nott’s eyebrows shot up while Susan kicked her under the table once.

“I’m thrilled,” he said, awarding her yet another dazzling smile. “And you, Y/N? Will I be getting to see you there as well?”

“No, I couldn’t—”

“Why? Do you have plans?” 

“Well, no—”

“So come,” Nott insisted. 

“I’m really not sure—”

“About what?”

If you want someone like me there she thought, but she decided not to share it. “You don’t know me like you know Susan. There’s no need to invite me.”

“Forget Susan,” said Nott, waving his hand. Susan theatrically gasped. “I’m inviting you. It’s a mere coincidence that I ran into both of you whilst distributing invitations.”

Here, Y/N was beginning to feel confused. Nott didn’t know her. There was no reason for him to offer her an invitation to one of the most exclusive parties in recent Hogwarts history. 

He cocked his head as he regarded her with startling attention. “I’ll assume that I’ll see you this Friday. I’ll send you both invites. No one else knows, yeah?”

Susan nodded, but Y/N sat frozen. 

“Why did he invite me?” she asked Susan once Nott had disappeared back into the ranks of the Slytherin table.

“I have no clue,” whispered Susan back. “But maybe it would be a good thing to do.”

“He’s going to be there.”

“He is.”

Y/N gulped. “Do you think this is all a cruel joke?” 

Susan frowned, but shook her head. “No. Theo’s not like that. He’s a bit of a tosser sometimes, but not like that.”

The week stretched on. Slughorn gave them unofficial official assigned seats, and Y/N found herself trying her very best not to stare at the group member across from her. She and Draco had had no further interactions beyond him asking for the beetroot powder and her trying to quell her blush as she said, “uh, yeah” and handed it to him.

As Friday drew closer, anticipation for her new evening plans grew. She was worried, of course, worried about the implications of the invite—not to mention the actual events that would transpire when she attended. But a part of her wondered, just barely, if Draco had been the one to insist that Nott invite her the day he approached her at lunch. There’s no reason that Nott would talk to her otherwise. Right? It couldn’t be a coincidence that that happened on the day that she sat with him in Potions.

She was aware that she was going completely nutters, of course. It wasn’t as if she was proud of her train of thought. Deep down, Y/N knew all of her speculation was bordering on insanity. But what was a teenage girl without a little lunacy?

~

“Does my liner look straight?” asked Y/N, pressing her face into Susan’s and blinking dramatically.

“It looks perfect,” said Susan. “Just like the rest of you. Where did this dress come from? I’ve never seen you in it before.”

Y/N grinned. She was wearing one of her summer wardrobe splurges—a black silk slip dress that ended a bit above her knees. The enchanted tights on her legs added a witchy element, golden vines twinkling intermittently around a sheer black background. She’d let Susan talk her into wearing a delicate gold necklace with a badger pendant, short enough that it only reached her chest right under her collarbones.

When she’d caught the reflection of herself in the mirror, she was shocked by what she saw. The black in her waterline made her eyes pop. In short, she looked…pretty. Beautiful, even.

“Like I said,” Susan said from behind her, looking into the mirror with her, “Perfect. Do you think we can go now? I’m getting nervous about finding the dungeons.”

“Sure.”

Y/N was sure she was physically trembling by the time that they found the entrance to the Slytherin common room. It didn’t help that the dungeons were cold and damp. The exposed skin on her neck, shoulders, and chest were desperately paying the price. 

“I wish I had brought a sweater,” complained Y/N as they prepared to knock on the door. 

“That would be social suicide,” said Susan flatly before rapping three times. Y/N snorted. Yeah. Merlin forbid someone in the dungeons was actually comfortable. 

The door swung open to reveal Gregory Goyle, a sneer fitted onto his face as he glared down at the two Hufflepuffs. “Invites?”

Susan reached into her pockets and pulled out two rich forest green envelopes. Goyle plucked them out of her fingers with no excess civility, giving her a suspicious look as he ripped the envelopes open and examined their contents. Once he was satisfied, he gave a grunt that Y/N supposed was intended to be approval, given that he moved out of the entrance to make room for them to fit through.

The only light came from the walls, where dark green lights had been attached to the walls, omitting a sort of slimy glow to the room. Some students were dancing in the middle to whatever music was on—Y/N couldn’t recognize it, but she supposed it was wizarding party music—while others were clustered in groups around the walls, talking animatedly with their friends. A table was set up near the fireplace with a collection of bottles strewn about with cups. She recognized the Firewhiskey labels from her spot across the room, but the rest was difficult to discern.

“Y/N! Suz!” The voice came from the armchairs by the windows. Y/N whipped sound to see Theo sitting perched on a thick leather couch, waving enthusiastically in their direction.

“Let’s go!” said Y/N, tugging on Susan’s sleeve, Her friend appeared frozen in place.

“I can’t believe he likes me,” said Susan. “Look at him. He’s gorgeous.”

“And so are you!” Y/N replied, shaking her shoulders. “And he’s waiting for us!”

She pulled Susan over to the windows. Theo, Zabini, Parkinson, and Greengrass all sat, a few tumblers scattered on the table. 

“Who’s this?” asked Parkinson sourly, giving Y/N and Susan a very obvious once-over, 

“Susan, the prettiest girl in our year,” said Theo, and Y/N swore she saw Susan ascend. 

Parkinson snorted. “Oh. Yeah. Sure. And the other one?” Y/N, too, was curious to hear his answer.

“My potions savior,” said Theo, grinning. “Y/N. She gave me sophrous powder when no one else would.”

Y/N blinked. Huh? 

“I didn’t take you for a philanthropist,” said Zabini. His fingers pressed into the high arches of his cheekbones as he rested his face in his hand, regarding Y/N and Susan with a practiced disinterest. 

And thus concluded their entrance into the Slytherin dorms. Theo ushered both of them onto the couches before disappearing with the promise to return with drinks, which he did, promptly. They tasted like a fireplace, Y/N thought, as she sat, nursed her drink, and wondered where Draco could possibly be. Thanks to Susan, she was given a chance to hang out with his friends. Just her luck that the one time she was invited, he wasn’t even there.

“Where’s Draco?” asked Parkinson. The momentary gratitude that arose in Y/N was immediately squelched by the sick feeling of jealousy. Why did Parkinson care? Were they together?

Theo rolled his eyes and pretended to stretch, using the opportunity to drape an arm over Susan’s shoulder in a gesture that was comically obvious. “You know how he is. I asked him if he was coming and he got all bitchy, saying something about how he’s got too much this weekend and can’t be bothered with THAT kind of stuff anymore.” Theo’s voice morphed into a caricature of Draco’s snotty drawl near the end, and it made even Y/N giggle.

“First time I’ve made you laugh, ever,” Theo pointed out. His eyes were boring into hers. “Is that what I need to do to get you to like me more? More unbearable Draco impressions?”

“Maybe,” Y/N said through laughs. She couldn’t remember why she’d hated Theodore Nott for so long. Looking back on it, she couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten on her nerves or cheered as other Slytherins insulted the muggleborns. He was just friends with the people who did, which Y/N supposed was just as bad, but it certainly didn’t always seem like it. 

When Theo pulled Susan up to dance, Y/N became keenly aware of the fact that she had no one else at the party beyond the scowling Slytherins sitting around her. 

“So,” said Zabini awkwardly, clearing his throat. “Y/N, did you say?”

She took another sip of her drink. She’d already taken too many sips out of nervousness, and now it was almost gone. And she didn’t know how strong it was. “Yeah. Zabini, right?”

“Yeah.” 

They stared at each other for another few seconds.

“I love your mother’s work,” she offered. “8 husbands in one decade? That has to be a sort of record.”

“It is, actually,” said Zabini, sitting up straighter. “It used to be 5. She beat the last witch by quite a margin.”

“Impressive,” Y/N said, and she wasn’t lying.

“Have you always gone to Hogwarts?” asked Greengrass, a slightly dreamy look in her eyes.

“Yes,” said Y/N, “But I normally keep to myself. I’m mostly friends with Hufflepuffs, you see.”

“I’m surprised I’ve never heard of you before.” Parkinson was looking at her like a big cat about to pounce. 

Y/N swallowed. It wasn’t like she had much of a relationship to salvage with any of the Slytherins in the room. She could leave, and Theo would take care of Susan. It wouldn’t hurt to come clean, right? She’d read somewhere that admitting to something before you were caught made you seem more powerful. 

She decided to go for it.

“Yeah. That’s probably because I’m a muggleborn.”

The group went silent. Horror filled their faces as the realization dawned on them.

Then Parkinson laughed, a cruel, biting sort of laugh. “How’d you get an invite?” 

“I didn’t, not really,” said Y/N. “It’s just because of Susan.”

“So Bones is a blood traitor?” said Greengrass, her dreamy look wiped off and replaced with a sneer. “Isn’t this rich? I swear, are there any of us left? We’re dropping like flies. Does Theo know about this?”

The thought seemed to disturb Parkinson enough to spring into action. 

“Theo!” she screeched, reaching a hand up to wave wildly in the direction of the couple, The blood red nail polish on her fingers looked black under the green lights. “Come here! This instant!”

Y/N was just about to flee, when—

“Shut up, you stupid bint,” said a low, drawling voice behind her. Y/N froze. She knew that voice. Was she so drunk that she was imagining Draco Malfoy’s voice?

The weight on the couch shifted next to her as someone sat down. She wouldn’t look—couldn’t look, she was too terrified—but the way the green light reflected off the pale hair of the person beside her told her enough.

How had literally everything gone to shit in less than a minute?

“Draco!” cooed Parkinson. “I didn’t know you were coming!”

“I thought I’d drop in to say hullo,” Draco said, crossing one dragonhide clad foot over the opposite knee. HIs raised thigh nearly brushed hers, and Y/N felt her heart lurch into her throat. “What did I miss?”

Draco Malfoy was sitting next to her. Draco Malfoy was almost touching her. Draco Malfoy was talking more than he ever had in front of her. Draco Malfoy was definitely not even slightly paying attention to her.

“...and I was just telling this mudblood here to get out,” finished Parkinson. Y/N hadn’t heard the beginning, she was so lost in thought.

And apparently Draco Malfoy knew she was a muggleborn now.  

“Oh,” was all he said, swirling a cup around in his hands. “So I haven’t missed much.”

It was so casual, so uninterested. Y/N was sure she was about to die of embarrassment, but she was frozen in her spot, so the act of spontaneously shuffling off the mortal coil was perhaps a tall order for her when she couldn’t even manage a blink.

“Do you need help finding the door?” said Parkinson, now addressing Y/N with a saccharine sweet voice. “Or do you think you can manage?”

Y/N found herself on her feet all of a sudden, vile words on her tongue and a prominent fantasy in her mind that included decking Parkinson. The sudden movement thawed her petrification, but she was still struggling to come up with a retort. 

Y/N eyes met Parkinson’s, and suddenly she heard herself talking. “You’re not very good at putting eyeliner on. Your lids are too oily for the charm.” And honest to god, Y/N was right. Parkinson had used the classic eyeliner charm that every witch knew, and it had since transferred onto the middle of her lid. 

Then she chucked her Firewhiskey cup at Parkinson’s head with as much strength as she could muster and ran for her life. 

~

It was late. Y/N didn’t know where she was, or how she had gotten so lost in the dungeons. 

“Is anyone there?”

The voice echoed in the corridor behind her. It sounded like a student,  most likely a male 6th year prefect. She shivered. It was past curfew—way past curfew. If a prefect caught her, she’d be fucked. She needed to run to make sure she wouldn’t be given detention, but she was so lost. And her feet felt glued to the floor in a way that didn’t seem reasonable. 

The footsteps approaching her rounded the corner. It seemed peculiar to Y/N—the voice had sounded much further away. But there was no reason dwelling upon that when she could be thinking about how to talk herself out of a detention. 

“Oh. It’s you.”

When she turned around to face the person speaking, she saw Draco. He was standing in the middle of the hall with his hands shoved into the pockets of his Quidditch robes. Why was he wearing Quidditch robes? It was late at—Y/N checked her catch, and was startled to see that the face was completely empty. She also didn’t know how she had gotten here. What was going on? Why was Draco Malfoy patrolling the halls in his Quidditch robes? He hadn’t played since last year.

“Why are you wearing your Quidditch robes?” asked Y/N, frowning and tilting her head. “I didn’t think you were playing this year.”

Draco gave her a weird look. “Why would I be wearing—oh.” He looked down at himself and pulled at the fabric draped over his shoulders, his scowl deepening. “I’m—not sure.”

Not that Y/N was complaining. Draco in his normal apparel was drop dead handsome, but there was something about how he looked clad in the forest green swaths of Slytherin’s uniform with his last name displayed on his back. She’d always taken extra time to admire him from the Quidditch stands during games. 

“This is a dream, you know,” said Draco. And once he said that, it became clear that everything around her but him was fuzzy and distorted, with inaccurate proportions that seemed improbable.

Something was shaking at her shoulder, too.

“Y/N.”

It echoed, but it didn’t come from Draco’s mouth.

“I think someone’s calling you,” said Draco, motioning behind her with his chin. “You should go.”

“Y/N!” 

Susan’s face appeared in front of her, bathed in the sunlight that was currently spilling into their dorm room through the windows. Draco slowly faded from her vision.

“Wake up!”

Y/N groaned, rolling over. She became keenly aware of the fact that she was in fact lying down, not standing in the Slytherin dungeons. As she came to, the memories floated back to her—meeting Theo’s friends, seeing Draco, throwing her drink in Pansy’s face, running back to her dorm and making it in record time—none of which involving a run in with Draco beyond the common room.

“Oh god,” murmured Y/N.

“You’re a legend, dude,” said Susan. “That drink throw was all anyone could talk about. You hit her right in the face, you know, from across the table and after drinking an entire cup of Firewhiskey.”

“She’s going to try and kill me,” moaned Y/N, rolling onto her back and hiding her face. “She’s gonna kill me dead.”

“I’m really sorry, though,” said Susan with a bit more earnestness. “I shouldn’t have left you alone with them. I got carried away. Theo invited me to go dance with him, and then we just started talking, and—”

“Please don’t apologize,” said Y/N. “I’m really happy you got to have that moment with him. I’m sorry I kind of ruined last night.”

“Eh.” Susan shrugged. “I think most people thought it was funny. Apart from Parkinson and Greengrass, of course. I think they’re a bit more peeved.”

“Well, it’s not like I see them much,” said Y/N. “They know I’m a muggleborn now, though.”

“Does Draco?”

“Yeah.”

“Aw, Y/N.” Susan reached out to brush her hair off of her forehead. “I’m sorry you didn’t get to tell them on your own terms.”

“I actually did, I think,” said Y/N, the events of the previous night slowly clarifying in front of her. “Granted, I was a bit drunk, but I decided to just get it on the table.”

“Oh. Wow. Do you…Was it…Are you happy that you did?”

“Yeah, honestly.” Y/N finally pushed her covers away and sat up. As much as she adored Susan, sometimes it was clear that her best friend didn’t understand what it was like to be anything but pureblooded. “I was sick of dancing around it. I just wanted to own it, you know? I didn’t want to constantly worry that one of them might find out. I don’t want them to think I’m ashamed of my blood status.”

“That’s…I never thought about it like that,” said Susan, thoughtfully. “Then I’m happy for you, Y/N. That’s really strong of you.”

“Thanks. Do you think Parkinson is going to target me now?”

“I’m not sure,” replied Susan. “I think she’s spending most of her energy nowadays trying to get Malfoy’s attention.”

Y/N chose to believe her friend as she got up to get ready for breakfast, letting her thoughts wander beyond Pansy Parkinson and to her dream last night instead.

When she was younger, she used to be able to lucid dream, spending every night going on adventures of her own volition and flying about the world without the aid of a plane or a broom. School stress had made it difficult to dream consciously, so that had long since fallen to the wayside. 

But it was so fun to lucid dream. She’d forgotten how nice it was to have a practice world to herself all night where she could do anything she wanted without any consequences. 

Now that she thought about it, she was devastated at the way she’d squandered the opportunity to snog Draco Malfoy senseless in her dream. Granted, it wouldn’t really be Draco Malfoy—it would be her mind’s version of Draco Malfoy—but it would be better than nothing. It had been too long since she’d had a good snog session. So long, in fact, that she was willing to resort to making out with her crush in her dreams if that was all the action she was going to get.

She could have kissed him, or confessed, or at the very least touched his hair or felt the firmness of his chest underneath his Quidditch robes. And his Quidditch robes, too—her subconscious was generous indeed. 

At that moment, Y/N promised herself that if she ever met Draco in a dream again, she was going to jump him. 

~

Nothing could’ve prepared her for the cheers that rang throughout the Great Hall when she entered that morning, still bleary-eyed with sleep and uncoordinated.

“Is that her?” she heard someone whisper, and suddenly the entire Gryffindor table was erupting in whoops and hollers and clapping.

“Merlin, Susan,” gasped Y/N as she watched the 6th year Gryffindors cheering and pointing at her. “What’s going on?”

“I told you,” said Susan, a gleam in her eye, “You’re an icon. It looks like word got out that you were the girl who threw the drink.”

“What’s your name?” asked a Gryffindor boy that smelled faintly of smoke as they walked past.

“Um—Y/N Y/L/N—”

“Y/N Y/L/N WAS THE WITCH WHO DECKED PARKINSON,” he bellowed. The cheering grew even louder, this time with the addition of her name being sung, and Y/N felt herself blush. 

“I wouldn’t say decked—”

“Just take the praise,” said Susan, reaching for her sleeve and yanking her forward. 

“Why are they so excited about this? I feel like this is hardly the first time Parkinson’s gotten into a scuffle.”

Susan shrugged. “I think Gryffindor has some sort of special grudge against Parkinson. I think most of the people at that table would’ve killed to do what you did. But they don’t get invites to Slytherin parties where they’re close enough to hit their mark.”

“This honestly can’t be good,” said Y/N, staring at the porridge in her bowl once they were seated. “Remember how I was planning to spend my time at Hogwarts, and I quote, ‘under the radar’? This isn’t that.”

“I don’t know what radar is. I just nodded when you told me that.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “You better hope that you never have to survive in the Muggle world.”

Their conversation morphed into one of chatter and casual gossip. Thankfully, the Gryffindor table had slowly calmed down and Y/N was finally able to eat in peace. Susan had to dash in time to meet Theo at Hogsmeade, so Y/N was left alone with her thoughts as she finished up her food.

Now that she was awake and her dream was behind her, one question lingered: what did Draco think of what happened? Was he impressed that she wasn’t just the standard Hufflepuff archetype? Was he angry at her for Pansy’s sake? Did he even care?

He probably didn’t. He likely didn’t even remember her name, even if he was in the Great Hall while the Gryffindors were chanting it. Merlin knew that he had never referred to her directly. Speaking of which…She frowned, poking the last remnants of her porridge around the bowl. Was he in the Great Hall? Had he seen the Gryffindor fiasco?

Her seat at the Hufflepuff table only faced the Ravenclaw table and the wall. The Slytherin table was right behind her, so even though she hadn’t seen him coming in, it would only be just a quick turn to check…

Under the pretense of stretching, Y/N swiveled about in her seat, planning to scan up and down the aisle as briefly as possible to see if Draco was there. What she wasn’t expecting was Draco sitting right behind her, already staring.

Their eyes locked with an intensity that felt like a gong had been struck within her. Y/N shut her eyes and whipped around, shoving her things back into her satchel and rising to leave.

~

…imperfections in the ball, if dropped or cracked, can lead to disastrous results. Instances like these are rare, but should the crystal be damaged, the user ought to immediately consult a professional to check for lingering magical effects…

Y/N frowned. She had no idea what to say after that line. Were “lingering magical effects” all Trelawney mentioned? And what was she supposed to recommend beyond, “Find someone else who can fix it”? 

She collapsed onto her essay, allowing herself a moment to grieve. She’d been rewriting the same page of her Divination essay for at least half an hour and had made what felt like no progress.

Forcing herself to sit up again, she resolved to finish it again. If she had to go back to her dorm and get her notes, then she would—

A fluttering next to her made her jump. Her notes had just appeared next to her on the library table, but when she reached out to open them, they jerked away. She tried again, and just like before, it scurried away from her grip.

“The fuck?” Y/N muttered as she stood up to get more leverage. Oh, oops. She shouldn’t be talking so loudly in the library at…She checked her watch. Once again, the face was empty.

“This is a dream,” she realized aloud.

“Yes,” said a voice next to her. She jumped, turning to see Draco sitting beside her, his own notes splayed out across the table. “This isn’t real.”

“Are you sure?” asked Y/N, praying that he wasn’t just toying with her.

“Yes,” said Draco again, though his voice was distant. 

Y/N thought about that for a moment. The clocks weren’t working. She wasn’t sure how she’d ended up in the library. No matter what she wrote down on her scroll, she had to start over from the beginning. The outlines of the stacks were wavering in the background. 

Yup, definitely dreaming. And lucid, and sitting next to Draco Malfoy. So she had to make good on her promise.

She casually straightened her legs, holding eye contact with Draco when he looked up as she drew close enough to sit on the armrest of his chair. As always, his features were schooled into a mask of disinterest, but she saw the slight widening of his eyes as she reached up and threaded her fingers through his hair. It was soft, softer than she had imagined.

And then she kissed him. 

He was oddly stiff and surprised, like he wasn’t expecting it—which was weird, because he was from her head and he should have known, considering how often she thought about doing this to him. 

Draco pulled away, giving her an odd look.

“Er…”

“This is a dream,” she repeated. 

“Right,” he said, though his eyes were unfocused. “A dream.”

His pupils were blown so wide they made his eyes appear almost black. Y/N found herself wondering how he was so clear in contrast to everything else in her dream, every detail of his body accurate to how she’d remembered in real life and not the slightest bit disfigured. She was so busy puzzling over how real the dream felt that she barely noticed his own hand reaching up to touch her cheek, touching the skin and dragging the fingertip down. Once it reached her jaw, it was replaced with his full palm, warm and soft against her skin as it crept behind her neck and tugged her face down to his.

This time, it was he who kissed her. His lips were a pleasant heat against her own as he tilted his head. She let her own lips part, and he accidentally bumped her teeth.

“Merlin, sorry,” he said, breaking away and letting out a breathy laugh that vibrated in his chest. 

“That’s okay,” she said, smiling but drawing closer once again. She attempted to maneuver herself off of the armrest and onto his lap but teetered on her way down; in response, his hands came up to dig into her waist and steady her. 

“I think your rings are really hot,” she said once she was firmly on top of him, not even thinking to be embarrassed. This wasn’t Draco. This was Imaginary Draco. Who gave a fuck what he thought?

“Yeah?” he teased, the corner of his mouth turning slightly upwards. 

She gasped as something ice cold brushed against her thigh. Suddenly she became aware of the fact that she wasn’t wearing her usual tights and skirt under her robes. She wasn’t even wearing robes; instead, she was dressed the way she was for the party on Friday. 

His fingers danced across the insides of her thighs once again, the coolness of his rings a stark contrast to the steadily rising temperature of her skin.

“You’re burning,” he said as he continued to stroke the swath of skin under her dress. She shifted her weight forward to catch his mouth with hers again. This time, when his tongue brushed the seam of her lips, it felt natural to part them and kiss him deeper. It felt like he was devouring her, from the way his fingers dug into the flesh of her thigh to the way his other hand wound into her hair at the nape of her neck, holding her there.

She’d forgotten how loud it was to snog someone like your life depended on it. She’d also forgotten just how good it felt, and considering how much enthusiasm Dream Draco was bringing to the table, it appeared that her version of him had, too. 

Perhaps she’d take up lucid dreaming as a hobby like muggles did. This was more than enough motivation.

Draco’s hand had migrated from her thigh to her ribcage, the fabric straining against it as he explored the newly discovered skin. He tasted like toothpaste, like he’d just brushed his teeth, and their kisses had long since turned sloppy, long finished with the pretense of uniformity and cohesion as they drank each other in

And just when he was kissing down the column of her neck, he began to seem farther away, fading in her eyesight as the beeping sound from her alarm began to slip into the dream. She didn’t even have the chance to say goodbye as she awoke.

She spent the entirety of Sunday locked away in her dorm, wondering how she was going to face him on Monday morning. Thankfully, her Divination paper kept her more than occupied. The more she wrote, the more she was convinced that all Seers were just faking it. All of this was so ludicrous.

That night, she didn’t dream of Draco, despite the amount that she’d thought of him (read: a lot). Instead, she dreamt of crystal balls and flying Firewhiskey cups.

final a/n: next part coming really soon. let me know your thoughts! 

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco x oc #draco malfoy x oc #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco #draco malfoy

[generallynerdy]

Change of Pace (Merlin X Reader)

Summary: “Do you two know each other?” he asked, aiming the question more at his servant than you. “Oh, not really,” Merlin stammered. “Just, uh, small village-- everyone knows everyone. (Y/N) lived down the street.”

Requested by @hahaboop: hi! I just discovered your blog and I love your content :) could I request a Merlin’s reader imagine? The reader and Merlin were from the same hometown and they didn’t really know each other but then the reader moves to Camelot after he moved and then they see each other and it’s really cute and fluffy? Thank you :))))

Key: (Y/N) - your name Warnings: meddling royals, probably a little OOCness, mentions of servitude, i’m trying to use idioms which is inevitably going to be a disaster Word Count: 643

Note: i haven’t watched merlin in so long,,,i hope the characters aren’t wack. Short but sweet, as a lot of these requests lately are. Honestly I think I need to get it in my head that less than 1k words is valid ladkjskjfd

     There were a lot of things about Camelot that you assumed would surprise you. After all, living in a small village growing up left a lot to be desired and much more to be discovered. However, nothing was as surprising as who you ran into on your second day in the castle.

    “Oh! I’m so sorry--” you exclaimed as you ran headfirst into someone.

    The basket in your hands slipped and fell to the ground, leaving you to kneel down and collect the various linens that had fallen out of it. The person you ran into, much to your surprise, immediately moved to help you. In fact, they seemed just as apologetic as you were.

    “Oh no, that’s my fault,” he said. “I wasn’t watching where I was-- (Y/N)?”

    You jumped at the sound of your own name and looked up to see who it was.

    “Merlin!?” you gasped, recognising him instantly.

    *He hadn’t changed much from the day he left, you realised, though it wasn’t as if you were paying attention...His hair was a bit shaggier, maybe, but he still wore the same clothes and the same big, goofy smile. Said smile appeared a moment after you recognised him.

    Merlin tucked the laundry back into the basket before speaking again. “What are you doing here, (Y/N)? And carrying laundry?”

    You snorted and gathered it all up, standing when he did. “Not much to do back home; I wanted a change of pace, so I came here. I work for Lady Morgana now.”

    “You what?” he echoed. “Since when?”

    Raising an eyebrow at him, you couldn’t help a smile. “Since yesterday.”

    From beside Merlin, someone cleared their throat. You nearly leapt out of your skin at the sight of Prince Arthur, but sank quickly into a bow.

    “Deepest apologies, your highness,” you said smoothly. “(Y/N), at your service.”

    When you stood once more, you saw he was looking between you and Merlin, amused.

    “Do you two know each other?” he asked, aiming the question more at his servant than you.

    “Oh, not really,” Merlin stammered. “Just, uh, small village-- everyone knows everyone. (Y/N) lived down the street.”

    You smiled. “And Merlin caused enough trouble to make the rounds.”

    Said man made an offended noise, but you got a laugh out of Arthur. For a split second, your ego boomed; you’d just made a prince laugh! And Prince Arthur, no less. You didn’t care to notice how red Merlin’s face was.

    Arthur did, however, and looked between the two of you again. A devilish smile came over his expression.

    “I would love to hear those stories,” he teased. Then, he nudged Merlin. “You should show (Y/N) around, take the day.”

    You brightened, but Merlin gave him a suspicious look.

    “The whole day?” he asked, squinting.

    “It shouldn’t be a problem,” Arthur excused with a shrug. “Morgana and I have to talk about...things today.”

    Merlin only grew more suspicious, which had the prince holding back snickers. ‘Things.’ Yes, things about the fact that his servant was head over heels for hers. Meanwhile, you were planning a quick getaway, not one to look a gift-horse in the mouth.

    “I’d appreciate it, your highness,” you said immediately. “I don’t know left from right around here.”

    “That settles it, then. Have fun,” Arthur declared, hitting Merlin’s shoulder.

    He left abruptly, Merlin watching him with the most confused expression on his face. You laughed a little and approached him, laundry basket under one arm and the other slipping under his.

    “Come on, then,” you said in a mock-hushed tone, as if it was a secret. “I just got you the whole day off.”

    “Right…Was that weird or is that just me?”

    You rolled your eyes. “Don’t worry about it, I’ll tell you when you’re older.”

    His sputtering was well worth the jab.

River’s Tags: @hahaboop & @mystoragehatesme

Merlin Tags: @pearlll09

Masterlist

#merlin x reader #bbc merlin #merlin oneshot #merlin fanfic #merlin imagine #merlin #request #hahaboop #change of pace #rivika #river #generallynerdy

[writethatdown]

hi here’s an ask 🥰 how are you planning on celebrating your birthday this year and if it already passed, how did you celebrate? 🎉

hi there! um tbh I don't really “celebrate” my birthday. it's just a bunch of people wishing [the few that remember]. my long distance bff usually comes up with something. like a package or anything she could do digitally creative. and that remains the most iconic thing every birthday. may sound a little depressing lol.

this year tho i'll be staying at my college hostel, i haven't made close friends as of now. if i get a good circle at the campus, i hope i'll be able to enjoy that day like i really want to. birthday parties sounds cool but there really aren't much people i'm close with irl. so getting to see my bff on my birthday would be soooo cool! sounds impossible but still! if i could manifest how i want my birthday to be it would be to have a late night rooftop talk with my bff ╥﹏╥

___

tysm for the ask op! i hope your birthdays are filled with everything you wish for! ʕ •ᴥ•ʔゝ☆

#okay my birthdays are not all balloons and cakes #ideal birthday cake would be anything chocolate and soft like an ice cream #some bts merch too oml #sounds too good to be true #ask #ask me whatever #ask me about my content #ask away #ask me questions #anon ask #ask me anything #ask game #answered #hahaboop #writeblr

[buzzkillbyrne]

I remember when I saw hozier in concert. When I was waiting in the audience I got airdropped the picture of hozier holding a gun? Still confused to this day and regretful that I didn’t accept the picture

hkjhfdfg i love that picture so much, idk why but it always makes me laugh

#hahaboop #asks

[pumpkin-stars]

I saw your post about book recommendations! I’m currently reading The Picture of Dorian Gray and I’m really into it. Also The Maze Runner and The Heroes of Olympus series’s are really good too :)

Dorian Gray is one of my Top 5 Favourites Ever!!

I shall add those to my (new) list of things to look at, thank you!! ❤️

#asks #hahaboop #book stuff

[writingfortoomanyfandoms]

IM SEEING LIVE NIALL IN MAY WITH MY BEST FRIEND AHHHH

AHHH DUDE THAT’S SO COOL OMG I’M SO HAPPY FOR YOU

Sleepover Saturday!!

#courts sleepovers #sleepover saturday #court talks #asked and answered #hahaboop

[robinskey]

Hi! Congratulations on 500! 💗- Peter Parker 🥺🥰

thank you!!

💗 - peter would never admit it, but he’s actually a really big fan of pop music. he pretends to be interested in rock music to seem cooler (hence “i love led zeppelin!”) and also because he knows he would never live it down if mj uncovered the truth. but he has an entire secret playlist (made up almost entirely of beyonce bops and a little bit of taylor swift) that he listens to while he’s dancing around his room, singing into his hairbrush. 

join my celebration!

#hahaboop #thanks again darling <3 #nats500

[blog-of-a-multitude-of-fandoms]

Takeaway - Spencer Reid

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Characters: Spencer Reid

Warnings: N/A

Request: @hahaboop​: “Hello! can I get a spencer Reid imagine? The reader is part of the team and after a long case the reader finally gets to spend quality time w/ their boyfriend spencer? Fluff please, thank you :)”

Word Count: 551

Author: Hannah

Quite a few people thought that working with their partner would mean even more time to spend together but for you that wasn’t quite right.

You’d been part of the team at the BAU for a couple of years now and for a year of that you and Spencer had been together.

Neither of you could quite pinpoint when it had all happened but agreeing to a date with him had been one of the best decisions you’d ever made.

Not much had changed for the two of you after making the relationship official – your team had been expecting it, after having watched the two of you dance around each other for weeks.

After six months you’d moved into Spencer’s apartment, it was only supposed to be whilst your landlord fixed up a major leak in the flat above yours but once you’d moved some of your stuff in you just never left.

You’d never heard Spencer complaining.

The plane had just landed back at Quantico after a particularly hard case and you knew the whole team were looking forward to a couple of days off, somehow Hotch had arranged for most of you to be left alone for the next few days.

“How does a takeaway sound?” you asked Spencer as the two of you walked towards your car.

Spencer chuckled and put his arm around your waist, pulling you close. “Nothing would make me happier.”

You laughed and went up to kiss his cheek quickly before getting into the passenger side of the car whilst Spencer got into the driver’s side.

As he started up the engine, he reached over the console to intertwine your fingers with his. “I never usually look forward to some time off but after the past few days we’ve had I think we deserve it.”

You nodded in agreement with him before resting your head against the cool glass of the window – you were out within seconds.

When you woke up you were curled against Spencer’s chest, him carrying you into the apartment with your go bags on his shoulder.

“Baby?” you questioned with sleep thick in your voice.

He shushed you and pressed a kiss to your forehead before he unlocked the front door, dumped the go bags next to the door and went straight to your bedroom.

Gently he put you down on the bed once he pulled back the covers and proceeded to take most of your clothes off for you, realising how drained you actually were.

He went to leave to sort a few other things out, but your hand went out to grasp his wrist, even though you tugged him rather softly he still came towards the bed and basically fell onto it next to you.

You cuddled up to him almost instantly making him laugh to himself.

“What about that takeaway?” he asked as you settled yourself on his chest.

You made a non-committal noise, trying to get back to sleep making Spencer sigh but he ran his hand through your hair.

Spencer soon realised that neither of you were going to be moving any time soon and decided to settle himself enough to try to get some sleep.

Before he passed out, he made a mental reminder to get that takeaway as soon as you were up.

#Hannah #Spencer Reid #Spencer Reid One Shot #Spencer Reid Imagine #Criminal Minds #Criminal Minds One Shot #Criminal Minds Imagine #CM #CM One Shot #CM Imagine #Request #@hahaboop #Takeaway

[turning-dreams-into-chaos]

Hey! For the Halloween/fall celebration could you write a Fred Weasley blurb? With prompt #24 on most #1? Thank you :)

I’m really good at procrastinating 😂 I’m sorry you had to wait a million years to get this.

Also Anu, if you see this, I went to bed right after posting I promise

HALLOWEEN/FALL CELEBRATION (ships closed for the event)

“Don’t fall in love with me.” Fred whispered into your ear as you sat your back against his chest, pulling the blanket to cover you both. You rolled your eyes, turning your head to look into his deep brown orbs.

“You’re the one who has their arms wrapped tight around me. I’m just enjoying the warmth.” Reaching your hand up, you patted his cheek and heard a few snickers coming from your friends. Fred shot them glares as you laughed too, but his hold on you never softened.

Not that you wanted it to.

The plan for tonight was to just hang out with your friends and have a Halloween party, but as the night grew on it turned more into sitting around and sharing ghost stories, trying to be the one who scares everyone. You enjoyed times like these, and you especially enjoy them when George scares you enough to cause you to fall into Fred’s lap. Everyone laughed after that, the remaining fear disappearing as you and Fred comically put on a show of disbelief that you fell into his lap. Everyone knew you were just joking, your obvious crushes on each other obvious to everyone but each other, but they’ll humor you.

When you had finally settled into Fred’s lap, after the comment that you should stay since you’d most likely need him to protect you again, it was Angelinas turn to tell the story and you had to give it to her, you didn’t think she had it in her to tell a scary one but you were wrong. Under the blanket, you grabbed Fred’s hand, pushing yourself into his hold even more than you thought possible.

Fred could feel your fear as he gripped you tighter, putting his chin on your shoulder and whispering into your ear, “It’s alright. I’ve got you Y/N. You’re safe.” You turned your head back, seeing his gentle smile before you realized he was right.

In his arms, you were always going to be safe. And damn it, you loved him.

I’m reblogging with my permanent tags because I couldn’t fit more than 50 tags on here

HP: @accio-rogers @songforhema @hahaboop @paigeyisme @missmulti @daddyloonglegss @ellie-emb @angelinathebook @marauderswhisperer @emmaloo21 @jackryanplz @dreamer821 @alexmarie29 @grierpilots @alittletoomanyobsessions @iamak20 @pregnant-piggy @the-moon-and-the-book @missrabbitart @marylimlp @blisfvll @leahstypewriter @masterofthedarkness @fishstick-knows @xfirstfemale-marauderx @lozzybowe @dumandbass @tinylumpiaa @aunicornmademedoit @adoregin @yourenotafailureoverall @stardewsnail @noncannonships

Twins: @siriuslysirius1107 @wolfiepirate @coffee-without-caffeine @rexorangecouny @spideyboipete @themusingsofmany @slaterobsessedwow @bellaiscool

#Fred Weasley x reader #halloween/fall celebration #Fred Weasley blurb #Fred Weasley imagine #Fred Weasley #Weasley Twins x Reader #Weasley Twins #Weasley Twins blurb #Harry Potter x Reader #Harry Potter blurb #Harry Potter

[eunoiaflow3r]

Slow Dance

A/N: based on the song Slow Dance by AJ Mitchell and Ava Max.

Warnings: fluff haha, there will be mistakes. fem!reader.

Requests:

Hi! Could I request Spencer Reid fluff? Spencer and the reader have hidden feelings for each other and his team manages to get him to tell the reader? Thank you :) @hahaboop​

I have a request for Spencer Reid! One where the reader is the youngest member of the BAU (maybe she could be like 22, just graduated from college) and everyone is really protective of her. So, Spencer has a crush on her but doesn’t know how to tell her because all the members in the BAU are too overprotective and the rest of the building flirts with her or something like this. @always394patronus​

Word Count: 2.3k

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If you stay for this minute, girl I'll never let you down...

The team had just gotten back to the BAU after a long case a few states away, and everyone except you and Spencer was out of the door. You were stressing out because yet again you were being paired with either Morgan or Hotch on every single case you’ve been given the past few months. At first you had hardly noticed, but with every passing case and every, “young one,” comment, you have grown more and more furious.

Spencer understood completely. Having been a twelve year old highschool graduate, he’s gotten his fair share of the “being young,” comments and teases. He could only imagine it was probably considerably worse for you since you were a woman, and women are commonly misconstrued, as the, “weaker gender.”

You were everything but weak though. Over the past few months, after you had joined the team, he and pretty much everyone noticed that you are incredibly smart, head-strong, honest, and ambitious. Perhaps this is why the team felt the need to protect you.

Sure, there have been plenty of new members, and new people and faces and scents, but you were different. In this case, different wasn’t terrible, it was just - unexpected. You were the youngest there, and with you being another woman added to the team, everyone kind of looked at you a little differently. It wasn’t that they doubted your profiling skills, oh no, you were, “damn good,” at your job as Morgan likes to say, and it wasn’t the fact that they thought you couldn’t handle yourself because of your age, but they were trying to make it so that the cases wouldn’t get to you.

Because of your age, they felt that after a while maybe the cases would get to be too much for you, and they wanted to prevent you from a world of confusion and hurt.

That is what hurt you the most though. Why couldn’t you just be treated like everyone else here?

And Spencer listened to anything and everything you had to say. He had become the closest thing to a best friend you could have, but sometimes it just didn’t feel like you were meant to be just friends.

Sometimes he’d catch himself staring at you a bit too long, or wanting to come up with anything he could to talk to you, or maybe even go as far as staring at your lips when you were talking, but he digressed, and tried to suppress anything he might have felt for you.

And you did as well.

All the time you had caught yourself wanting to just pull him into a hug that lasted forever, or hold his hand, and maybe even kiss him, but he was your coworker. Not only that, but on top of all the field limitations, those same limits seemed to be in office as well.

We ain't off the limit, I could hold you after now. No more talking, I don't know what you wanna do with that?

A few bold interns from a couple of floors down had tried to ask you out on a date, and maybe even a few more, but as soon as they had or even had the thought to, Morgan, Hotch, and sometimes even Garcia would give you a disapproving look, glare the guy down, or maybe even go as far as shut the guy down verbally for you.

Afterwards you’d always apologize to the guy, and you always felt bad for having to do it. Well, not really. Of course it made you upset that they never seemed to want you to live your life and actually find love, but the only one you wanted to go on dates with anyway was Spencer.

You knew your jobs, and the fact that you worked together could be a problem, but you couldn’t help but wonder if you could actually be something. Or maybe you misinterpreted the looks he gave you, and he actually doesn’t like you that way at all.

That night, Spencer had gotten home and went straight to sleep. Usually he’d dream of his mom, the cases, or maybe even some of the plain rides, but tonight's dreams seemed to have been filled with you. You were on his couch, in one of his cardigans, reading a book, eating some kind of fruit. He came in, sat next to you and handed you a cup of coffee after placing a quick kiss to your lips.

In the dream after that he had woken up, and you were snuggled in beside him. He had his arm wrapped around him, and your legs were tangled with his. The sun had barely risen, and the comforter was twisted in a weird way between the two of you, but when he actually woke up the next morning, he couldn’t help but noticed it felt so normal, and he wished it had been real.

He ran his fingers through his tangled curls, and scolded himself for those dreams. How was he going to look at you the same in a couple of hours when he almost-knew what it felt like to kiss you, and he almost-knew what it felt like to be so close to you?

_

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” You cringed at the nickname Rossi used towards you, but you answered him anyway.

“Nothing, just tired.”

He shook his head and laughed to himself. You gave him a ‘what?’ look.

“You’re not tired Y/N. You’re distressed.” He nods towards where Reid is sitting. “You haven’t stopped staring at him, care to talk about it?”

“Not really.” You sighed, spinning your chair around so now you were no longer even facing Reid - that way you wouldn’t be caught staring again.

“I say go for it.” You give him that ‘what?’ look again waiting for him to elaborate. “It’s obvious you two like eachother. Take it from me, don’t wait before it’s too late.”

“But the team -” You argue.

“At the end of the day, the team doesn’t matter. Just you and Spencer.”

And with that, Rossi walked away leaving you to think about what he said, and if it was even really possible for you two to be something more than friends.

It feels good, why you even wanna hold it back? We just work and I know there's no coming back.

“Awe, would you look at them!” Garcia gushed, watching you laugh at something Spencer said across the bullpen.

“Look at who?” Morgan asked clearly oblivious to the two of you.

“Spencer and Y/N.” Garcia answered pointing slightly in your direction so that Morgan could see too.

Morgan looked over and saw that you were sitting on your desk, and Spencer was standing in front of you with a cup of coffee in his hands. You were giggling like crazy, and Spencer smiled too although he wasn’t quite sure what the joke was.

“Y/N! Tell me what’s so funny! All I said was cassava!”

This only caused you to laugh even harder. There was this trick in elementary where you would ask someone a series of easy math questions very quickly, and then on the last question you’d ask them to name a vegetable. The trick was that usually the participant would say the basic vegetable, “carrots,” but no, Spencer Reid answered, “cassava.”

Once you stopped laughing, you explained it to him, and he didn’t find it as funny as you did, but nevertheless he started laughing too because your laugh seemed to be infectious. _

“I didn’t know which you liked better, so I brought both.” Spencer said, smiling behind bags of chinese food and two boxes of pizza.

“Oh my God Spencer!” you gushed, grabbing some of the bags and one of the boxes.

He closes the door behind him and puts all the food on the table.

“What are you even doing here?” You ask giving him a quick hug.

“Well, I know you’ve been a little down lately, and I just thought I’d help in any way that I could.”

You almost cried. He was so sweet to you, and you had no idea how to react. You wanted to wrap your arms around him and show him how much you appreciate him with a passionate kiss, but you knew that you probably shouldn’t.

_

Spencer invited you over for a movie marathon, and you’d be there any minute. He had made sure his apartment was flawless, and everything was perfect. Sure, you’ve been to his place before, but lately, things have begun to feel...different.

There was this one time at work where you two had gotten so close that he had just almost kissed you, but he had chickened out, and he had regretted that decision ever since.

When you got there, you both ended up staying up until three in the morning watching your favorite movies.

_

“Do you wanna go catch some lunch?” Terry from downstairs asks you.

“She likes someone else, sorry my man.” Morgan answers for you resting his arm across your shoulders.

Once the guy was gone, you turned to him with a frown.

“Someone as in who?” You ask.

“Uh uh,” he steps away. “Don’t play dumb with me Miss Lady. You know exactly who I’m talking about.” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the elevator.

Once you had entered the bullpen, you noticed Penelope and Spencer in a corner - except she looked to be giving him a pep-talk of some kind. _

“Spencer I’m telling you, you NEED to make a move.” Penelope practically whines. “I am tired of seeing you two pine after one another.”

Spencer shakes his head and sighs. “We don’t know if she even - and the team. The team practically throws the guys who even look at her out of the window.”

“You’re different, you know it’s different with you.”

Spencer wasn’t so sure. He’d hate it if he were to kindle something with you, and the team was unsupportive. _

A couple of days later, Spencer had walked by your desk and noticed a bouqet of roses in your wastebasket.

“Who were those from?” He asks half curiously, half jealousy (although he’s not willing to admit that.)

“Some guy named uh- Dylan, but I uhh, I’m interested in someone else.” You looked everywhere but Spencer’s eyes, trying not to laugh.

“Oh, you do?” he asks wearily, not quite sure where you were going with this. “Do I know him?”

“Oh yeah.” You smile. “You guys are practically like this.” You twisted your middle and pointer finger together to show the closeness.

He smiled down at you catching on. “Don’t tell me it’s Morgan, Y/N.”

“Nah. This guy likes to read. I don’t think Derek’s ever picked up a book in the last five years.”

_

It was late one night and you and Spencer were the only ones left in the office. You walked over to his desk where he was reading the newspaper, but when he noticed you his head immediately picked up. “Remember when I told you that you know the guy that I’m interested in?”

“Mhmm yeah, I think I remember.”

“He’s you. The guy is you.”

“Could have fooled -”

And you leaned in capturing his lips in yours. He tasted of coffee and bubblegum, which isn’t as bad as it might seem. He kissed you back and you forgot everything for a moment - forgot you were at the bullpen, forgot he was your coworker, and forgot the team's reaction actually might have meant something to you.

They meant nothing now when he’s pulling you down to straddle his lap and deepening the kiss. When you felt his tongue along your lips you opened your mouth a little wider so that he could kiss you just a little bit harder.

You both pulled away at the same time but stayed close, as he was running his hands along your sides.

“Me. You could have fooled me.” he finishes. You laughed and pressed a quick kiss to his lips which he returned before climbing out of his lap and steadying yourself on the ground.

You were going to walk away, until he grabbed your hand and pulled you back.

“Hey,” he practically whispered. “Go to dinner with me tomorrow night.”

_

I wanna slow dance if you’re feeling me now If we don't hold hands you'll be killing me now

Spencer had arrived at your apartment with a bouquet of wildflowers.

He had knocked, and when you opened the door, he was absolutely shocked.

“Wow, you look stunning.” He lets out.

“As do you.”

You grab the flowers from him and place it in a vase before grabbing your jacket, his hand, and heading out of the door.

The night went smoothly, and the dinner was great, and it couldn’t have been more perfect.

“Spence?” You asked, rubbing your thumb across his knuckles. You were holding the hand he wasn’t using to drive.

“Hm?”

“Have you ever seen The Notebook?”

“Actually...no.”

“Okay.”

“Why?” he asks looking over at you. You couldn’t have been more beautiful in his eyes.

“You’ll see.”

When he pulled out in front of your apartment, and you were out of his car, you took his hand and led him to the middle of the street - the only source of light being the street lamp hovering above the two of you.

“Y/N, what are you doing?”

“Slow dance with me.”

“I can’t dance.”

“That’s alright.” You stepped close to him and guided his hands so that they were resting on your backside, and you brought your arms up to wrap around his neck. From there, you led him to step with you to a nonexistent rhythm.

You two weren’t really worried about any cars, this wasn’t a busy street.

“Tell me about The Notebook.” he says, pulling your body closer to his.

“Well Noah actually laid down in the street, not danced and -”

I need a romance, one chance I just wanna know, will you slow dance?

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hi! do you have any hunger games blog recommendations to follow? I’m pretty new to the fandom :)

Welcome to The Hunger Games @hahaboop! We are always glad to have ne friends to join in our fun! Have you checked out @everlarkedalways @mega-aulover @louezem @mandelion82 @endlessnightlock @katnissdoesnotfollowback @jlalafics @sothereff or @honeylime08? Those are a few I can think of right off the top of my head. Anyone else have suggestions for our new friend? 

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fireflies - a wonders of ohio drabble

masterlist series masterlist request guidelines

pairing: draco x muggle!reader

request: no not really! but i’m dedicating this one to @sycathorn-slush ! ty ally i need to get your tarot request out but i promise it will be out momentarily lol

summary: draco goes for a joyride and brings y/n along the way. takes place after graduation and before part 15 of wonders of ohio. this can be read alone, but some of the references that i make are wonders of ohio specific.

warnings: language? i think? mild nsfw content

a/n: you’re speaking to a post finals dee haha. i’m at home for a little before returning to uni for more research. unfortunately, that means i provs won’t be able to write as much this summer as i’d like (im going to have a roomie and will not be exposing my fanfic habit to her and i will need to head to the library to write) but i’ll be able to write more than i can during the school year. which, thank god that’s over. whew. no more political science for me! 

also, big sorry to any of my ohioan readers. if i got something really wrong about the location of the lake that draco and y/n go to, that’s my b. thats on me please feel free to yell at me in the comments

wc: 2.6k

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“Mrs. Grimaldi sent you what?”

Draco’s eyebrows furrowed briefly before realization washed over his face. “Oh. I’ve never told you about Quidditch, have I? Or flying?”

Y/N’s silence was more than enough of an answer. Her eyes were trained on the broomstick that hung from his fingers, the bristles just barely brushing the earth. It didn’t look like a common house broomstick that she’d use to clean—it had some sort of metal footrest protruding from the middle, glinting in the late afternoon summer sun.

“You sit on this and fly,” he explained, as if that made perfect sense to a physics student. “There’s a game called Quidditch that I used to play at Hogwarts. It’s a bit like, er, whatever your high school plays, but in the air.”

“Like football?”

Draco blushed. “Yeah. That.”

“Somehow I feel like it’s not that similar.”

“I was the Seeker for my house,” he said, puffing up his chest and looking incredibly proud of himself. He deflated slightly at the sight of Y/N’s blank stare. “I had to catch this thing called the Golden Snitch,” he added. “It’s very fast. I had to be very agile and strategic. Catching it won the entire game for my house—well, it ends the game and awards the winning team 150 points, which sometimes isn’t enough…”

“Consider me very impressed,” Y/N crooned, only mildly sarcastic. “I’m sure you were very good.”

He caught her gaze and rolled his eyes. “No need to lay it on so thick.”

She giggled. “I mean it! I think it’s cool. I think I’d probably be more enamored if I knew anything about what you were talking about. So, you can fly? Is the Ministry okay with it?”

“The Grimauldi’s got it cleared,” he said, tossing the rounding handle back and forth between his palms. “They say that as long as I don’t catch the attention of any Muggles, then no laws will be broken.”

“Too late.”

He rolled his eyes again, but the grin stretched across his face had already reached them. “You’re ridiculous.”

She stepped closer, narrowing the gap between the two of them. His eyes sparkled down at her as she rose up on her toes, pressing her lips to the tip of his nose. He grinned wider as he caught her on her way down, his hand gripping her waist as he kissed her properly.

“Y/N! Draco! Are you up there?”

The two sprung apart. Y/N frantically rushed to straighten her clothes as her mother ascended the steps, giving the two of them a sideways glance.

“Am I interrupting anything?”

“No,” the two said in unison, far too forceful to be believable. 

Her mother raised an eyebrow and sighed. “Sure. Listen, your father and I need to stop by the office for a last minute meeting.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” said her mother, though Y/N could tell she just wanted to enjoy her evening cup of coffee and read a novel instead of coming along with her father. “He just needs me to talk to his partner’s wife. Apparently she has an idea that I can help with.”

“Stella?”

Her mother nodded, and Y/N felt a sudden rush of sympathy. Stella liked her mother quite a bit, but the feeling was not mutual. Her father must’ve thought Stella’s proposal was something that her mother would love if he was dragging her along. “Don’t burn the house down or anything, yeah?”

Y/N raised her hand in a mock salute as her mother disappeared down the steps. Then she turned to Draco, who still looked rather pale. “Do you know what this means?”

“That she knows about us,” he said, gulping. 

Y/N snorted, “Well, duh. She’s known since before everything.”

Draco blanched.

“That’s not what I was saying,” she continued. “If my parents are gone, then that means we can drive out to somewhere a little more private so you can fly.”

He visibly brightened. “Really? Tonight?”

“Of course,” said Y/N, reaching out to intertwine their fingers. “I think I know just the place, too.”

~

One 30 minute drive later, Y/N put the car in park in a clearing, lit up gold in the slowly setting sun. 

“Where are we?” asked Draco, tentatively stepping out onto the dirt road that they’d been driving on for almost 10 minutes. 

“It’s a little area off by Caesar Creek Lake,” she explained. “It’s a nice lake that I went to a lot as a child, but it’s normally crowded. This is a fishing spot that’s popular during the daytime, but it’s almost always empty at night. My friends and I come here whenever we want to go swimming or anything like that. We call it Firefly Cove.”

“Why?”

Y/N smiled. “You’ll see. Go fly! Stop stalling.”

He kissed her before straddling the broom and kicking off the ground. She stared as he began to levitate, a smile slowly forming.

“How does it feel?” she asked, breathless.

“Incredible,” he managed. A light breeze ruffled his hair once he had gained more altitude. “I’m going to fly around now, alright? Yell if you want me to come down.”

With that, he disappeared above the tree line. Y/N jogged to the riverbank, staring up at the sky in hopes of catching a few glimpses of him in the air. He was languidly circling around the treetops, his hand coming down to brush past the leaves. A bird flying by startled at the sight of him, squawking and veering far away. She laughed. 

Draco flew in figure-eights, circles, dipped low before ascending rapidly, and performed some tricks like rolling the broomstick around mid-flight. She found herself breathless as she watched him from above. 

When the sun was finally kissing the horizon, he came back down to the clearing, smiling wildly. 

“That looked really cool,” she confessed. “Did you see that poor bird? You probably gave him heart palpitations.” 

Draco laughed, a pleasant sound that rang out through the air. “I didn’t realize how long I’d been up there. I didn’t mean to leave you down here for that long.”

“That’s okay,” she said. “I had fun watching.”

“Well, enough watching for you,” he said, and before she could process his words, she was being hauled over to the broom. “Do you want to try it?”

“Um…”

“It’s really not that hard,” he said, “Or that scary. I promise. I’ll help.”

“Can I even fly?”

“Of course you can.” He responded with so much certainty that she felt silly for asking. “Even if you didn’t summon Merlin’s box, you still have a magical signature on you. I checked before, you see.”

“Oh,” she said, her voice little. “I don’t know…”

“You don’t have to,” he added. “Maybe just try picking up the broom? That might make you more confident.”

“How do I do that?”

Draco set the broom on the ground next to her, stepping away so he was standing facing her. “Hold your hand out above the handle. Then summon it.”

“Summon it?”

“If you can summon Merlin’s box, I know you can summon this.”

Y/N felt a blush form on her cheeks as she extended her hand over the handle. She appreciated how kind Draco was being by including her, but if she wasn’t able to perform a task this simple, it would only serve to remind him how different she was.

Something smacked her palm. Her fingers wrapped around the wood that had risen to meet her hand instinctually, and a soft thrum of energy burst through her. 

“Yes!” said Draco, looking unceremoniously enthusiastic. “That was quite fast. I’m surprised.”

Y/N stared down at the broom in her hand. “Oh. I did that?”

Draco laughed. “Yes. And impressively quick, too.”

“And now I have to fly it? By myself?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he reprimanded. “I’ll be with you. Get on the broom, now. It’ll be dark soon.”

She did as she was told, settling on the wood as Draco arranged himself behind her. She felt very stupid standing astride a glorified tree branch, but she supposed this was more bizarre for her than it was Draco. 

“To take off, you just need to kick off,” he said from behind her. His hands had come around to grip the wood right behind where her own hands were situated. “Your grip is already good. Do you want me to kick off?”

“Honestly, yeah.” 

That was all it took for the broom to be catapulted into the air. Y/N was full of a sense of weightlessness that made her yelp, clutching the wood tighter. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. They were only levitating a few feet above the ground, about eye level with the roof of her car. 

“Yes,” she said, turning to face him. “Sorry. I don’t know what I was expecting it to feel like, but it wasn’t that.”

He beamed. “Turn around. I want to show you how to steer.”

His hands dwarfed hers around the broomstick as he gently coaxed them into the necessary positions to steer left, right, as well as to rise and lower the broom.

“Does that seem like something you can do?” he asked, as they continued to circle around the clearing, Y/N studiously running through the motions without his guidance.

“Is what I’m doing right?” 

“Yes. Excellent, even.”

“Oh, stop it.” Y/N tilted her head back to look at the swatch of sky above that was clear of tree branches.

“Do you want to fly a little higher?” he asked, his chin coming to rest on her shoulder and his hands once again covering hers.

“Can we?”

“If you want to come down, just let me know.” With that, he sharply tilted the broom handle up, hurling them into the sky. 

Y/N squeaked, but the solidness of Draco behind her kept her from panicking as they were suddenly hundreds of feet in the air, hovering over the tips of the trees. 

“How are you doing?” he asked.

“Well…” She was trying her best not to look down but was failing miserably. Her knees were going weak.

“Are you scared of heights?”

“Um..”

“And you didn’t tell me before?” 

“I’m really not that scared of them,” she defended, reaching out to touch the tip of a tree with her toe. “I’m just not that used to floating this high while only being supported  by a little stick, thanks.”

Draco snorted. “If you fall, I’ll try my best to catch you.”

“I feel so much better.” 

“You try,” he said, removing his hands, though they remained poised over hers. “It might make you feel better to have some control.”

Seriously doubting what he had to say, Y/N began slowly picking up speed on the broom, making slow circles to the right, then to the left.

“You’re right,” she said quietly. “I do feel better.”

“Sorry? What was that?”

“You’re right.”

“Maybe one more time for good measure.”

“You’re right,” she hissed, turning to give him a sour look. “And you’re still so insufferable sometimes.”

He looked full of glee as he pecked her hairline. “Try changing the altitude a little. Fly down to the water.”

As Y/N maneuvered the broom to pitch down, she saw the slightest glimmer of light. 

“Fireflies!” she gasped, reaching one hand to point to the flickering lights in front of them. Draco’s sharp intake of breath accompanied his lightning-fast reflex to grab hold of the side of the broom left unmanned. “Oh. Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” said Draco, though he sounded a bit strained. 

“Are you scared?” 

He was quiet.

“No way!”

“You try teaching someone how to fly above a forest where there’s no soft landing spots,” retorted Draco. 

“Thanks for the vote of confidence.” Y/N had since lowered the broom to the surface of the lake, extending one hand to skim the water, spraying just the slightest bit up at them. “I don’t even need the two hands, right? As long as I use my weight, too?”

“Let’s not experiment with that when there’s two people,” Draco suggested. “Two hands, please.”

Reluctantly, Y/N pressed her hands back into position. 

“You would’ve been a good Seeker,” admitted Draco. 

“Life’s many tragedies,” said Y/N, though a part of her wished that she had had the chance to be one. Flying was fun. It was really fun, like she had the entire world at her fingertips and could move with just an adjustment of her wrists or a lean of her body. “Anyway. Look at the fireflies!”

Appeased by her safer flying grip, he spared a glance at the bugs that were now everywhere across the lake, concentrated around the bushes on the shoreline. “What are those?”

“Like I said, fireflies. They light up.”

“I gathered. How?”

“I don’t know,” said Y/N, shrugging. “Let’s go catch one so you can see for yourself. You steer.”

The broom rocketed forward with a speed Y/N had never been able to achieve in her few moments of flying above the tree line, and she gasped. 

“That’s so fast!”

“We’re catching fireflies,” he deadpanned. “Would you like me to amble along at the snail’s pace we’ve been stuck at all evening?”

“I wasn’t complaining!”

Their surroundings became a blur once again as Draco catapulted them forward. As they approached the shore, Y/N reached into her pocket, grabbing an old pill bottle with holes poked in the lid that she’d brought just in case she’d been bored while waiting for Draco. 

They were moving so quickly that the fireflies didn’t even startle as Y/N darted her hand out with the pill bottle, the vortex of air surrounding them sucking a bug into the pill bottle before she snapped the lid back on. 

“Got one!” she cheered, though the wind surrounding them whisked her words away until Draco could only hear a few syllables. Draco slowed to a stop and hovered them over the lake once again.

“Here,” she said, pressing the pill bottle into Draco’s hands. “Your very first firefly. What are we naming it?”

He regarded the bug in the bottle, watching as it lit up and darkened repeatedly, casting a soft golden hue on his porcelain skin. “When I was on the Quidditch team, there was a tradition of naming the first Snitches caught by new Seekers.”

“What did you name yours?”

“Malfoy,” he said, without hesitation.

“So creative.”

“It wasn’t really up to me,” he defended. “It’s also tradition to use your family name if you’re from the Sacred Twenty-Eight.”

“So what would you name this one? Considering the person who caught it isn’t even a wizard?”

“Honestly, still Malfoy,” he said. “Who steered the broom?”

She slapped his shoulder. “I’ll let it slide.”

Once the pill bottle was tucked away in her pocket, Y/N let herself rest against the front of Draco, drinking in the last few minutes of the sunset. 

And as he slowly piloted the broom across the glassy surface of the lake, his chin once again rested on her shoulder, she vowed to never forget how it felt in that moment. 

final a/n: short little drabble thing but i got inspiration bc i flew a plane briefly over the break and felt like i was going to die. so that gave me the inspo

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco imagine #draco malfoy imagine #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x oc #draco x oc

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hi! I just discovered your blog and I love your content :) could I request a Merlin’s reader imagine? The reader and Merlin were from the same hometown and they didn’t really know each other but then the reader moves to Camelot after he moved and then they see each other and it’s really cute and fluffy? Thank you :))))

tysm for the request!! i hope it’s fluffy enough lol i made it kind of snarky-- hope that’s okay. thanks again! <3 <3

Change of Pace

(Requests are not open. I am answering old requests as I post their respective fics.)  

#hahaboop #request #merlin x reader #change of pace #rivika #river #generallynerdy #river answers

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Love Potion (End) (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Love Potion is finally coming to an end. It feels so bittersweet that I finally have to finish this fic. I hope you enjoy this final part.

Prologue / Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 / Part 6 / End

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House: You choose

Blood Status: You choose

Warnings: Possible swearing, light angst

Note: The reader in this story is female / uses female pronouns

Word Count: 3,085 words

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Final Day

3rd Person POV

Y/n was happily walking down the halls, humming a soft tune to herself. She was feeling especially giddy to see Draco, considering last night's events. The sensation of his lips on hers still lingered, giving her butterflies. Suddenly, she nearly walked into somebody, stopping herself just in time before she slammed into their chest. She looked up, hoping it was Draco, but was instead greeted by the two mischievous Weasley twins.

"Hey, Y/n." The two chirped, "You're looking quite cheerful this morning."

"Of course I am." Y/n answered, raising an eyebrow at their almost sinister grins.

"Alright, alright. I suppose you've waited long enough for this. Here, you deserve it." Fred handed her a small glass bottle.

"What is it?" Y/n asked, inspecting it curiously.

"It's the anti-love potion of course!" George said smugly.

Y/n's heart almost stopped. The world around her suddenly felt too confining, it was practically suffocating her. The walls seemed to be shrinking, threatening to crush her. She gasped, staring at the bottle in her hand. The pink liquid inside glowed menacingly, almost as if it was laughing at her.

"Y/n! Hey, Y/n! Are you okay?" George waved a hand in front of her. She snapped out of her trance and quickly looked around. The large walls of the corridor were back to their normal size and showed no signs of changing. The bottle in her hand wasn't glowing anymore and the twins in front of her were giving her concerned looks.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." Y/n waved them off. "Thanks for the potion, guys." She immediately turned away and began walking away, leaving the two twins staring at each other in confusion.

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Had the seventh day really come that quickly? The past few days felt like a blur, she wasn't ready to end this. They only finally admitted their feelings to each other, and now she had to lose him. The Draco that she had grown to love was going to disappear and she would never see him again. If she decided to avoid giving him the potion, not only would she be in love with a lie but it would also raise questions from others.

Speaking of Draco, she noticed him waiting for her at the end of the hallway. Slowly, she approached him, trying not trip over her own feet. He grinned at her, walking up to her and wrapping his arms tightly around her body. Y/n cautiously returned the hug, as if he were made of glass. Draco noticed how loose the hug was, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Is there something wrong, Love?" Draco asked.

Oh, how her heart ached knowing this would be the last time he would call her that nickname. She opened her mouth, her hand moving to her pocket, grazing the outline of the potion to give to him. However, she then looked up into his eyes. Those damned grey eyes that were filled with concern and she found that she couldn't bring herself to grab the bottle. Her hand curled into a tight fist in her pocket as she cursed softly to herself.

"Nothing's wrong." She beamed at him.

Draco seemed unconvinced but nodded anyway, linking his arm with hers. He pulled her along excitedly, taking her up to the seventh-floor corridor and then up to a tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy trying to teach trolls to dance the ballet.

"Draco, what is this?" Y/n asked, trying not to laugh at the banner in front of them.

"Watch, princess." He smiled warmly, letting go of her hand. He began walking back forth in front of the blank wall next to the tapestry. As he turned around for a third time, a door suddenly appeared on the wall. Y/n's eyes widened as Draco opened the door and gestured for her to go inside.

"Ladies first." He joked.

"Then I suppose you should go first, right?" Y/n retorted.

"Just another reason I love you; your wit. Always able to answer with a comeback on the spot." Draco chuckled, "Just go through the damn door."

Y/n laughed and walked through. The sight on the other side of the door left her speechless.

At the back end of the room, there was a grand fireplace against the wall. A warm fire was blazing wildly, much like the one in the Gryffindor common room when she came to visit her friends. There wasn't much else in the room except a large knit rug on the floor and a sofa in front of the fireplace. The fire was the only source of light in the room, which gave the room a sense of comfort. She looked to Draco, who was already looking at her with a smile.

"I didn't want to do anything too extravagant. So I went for simplicity." He explained.

He led her into the room and they sat down on in front of the fire. Without thinking, Y/n rested her head on Draco's shoulder, staring into the flames. The boy next to her pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her gently.

"You don't mind that this wasn't expensive or somewhere more fancy?" He asked worriedly.

Y/n shook her head, leaning more into him; "As long as I'm with you, I don't care."

Draco lightly gripped her chin and tilted it up so she looked into those beautiful grey eyes. He smiled again at her before connecting their lips in a sweet kiss.

Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck, not wanting this moment to ever end. Screw Fred and George, screw the dare, screw the potion, the only thing that mattered to her right now was being here with the boy she was in love with. The two ended the kiss and Y/n snuggled against Draco's warm body. She could hear his heart rhythmically beat in chest and realized that her heart was beating in unison with his. She just wanted to stay like this, with him. But she could feel the outline of the potion in her pocket, a constant reminder that this had to end, no matter how much she wished it wouldn't. Yet, she still couldn't bring herself to give it to him now.

I'll give it to him later.....

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Many hours and 'laters' had passed and Y/n still could not bring herself to give Draco the damn potion. She leaned against the sink in the girl's first floor bathroom, avoiding the second floor so Moaning Myrtle wouldn't see her. Tears flowed down her cheeks, as she sobbed to herself quietly. Sooner or later, she had to do it. There was no more delaying it. Though it tortured her heart, Draco didn't deserve to be taken advantage of. If she truly loved him, she knew that she had to let him go.

Sniffling and drying her tears, she made herself a little more presentable before she left. She had to find Draco and do the right thing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It wasn't until dinnertime that Y/n found Draco. She was seated next to him, dreading what was going to happen next. Seeing him turned away from his goblet, she quickly snatched it. Her hands shakily grabbed the potion from her pocket as she twisted open the cork. She took a deep breath, settling her nerves as she poured the potion into his drink. She placed it back on the table, trying her best not to break down. Draco turned around, glancing at her with worried eyes.

"What's wrong, Love?"

There it was again. That damned pet name. Her lip trembled but she refused to show Draco how upset she was. In a few moments, he wouldn't care anyway. In fact, he'd probably taunt her for how she was feeling. She forced a smile, putting her hand over his.

"I'm just so happy that I can call you my boyfriend." Y/n said, willing her voice not to crack near the end.

Draco grinned softly, pulling her into a hug. "I love you so much. I can't believe that I can call you mine, even after all these years..."

The words were like a knife to Y/n's chest. He let go of her before grabbing his goblet. Y/n held her breath, before realizing that it was probably best if she left before he came to his senses. She whispered to Draco that she needed to go to the bathroom and got up. As she was exiting the Mess Hall, she could feel the tears running down her cheeks.

Don't look back. Don't look back. Don't look back. Her mind begged her. Y/n couldn't help it, she wanted just one last glimpse of the boy she loved before he disappeared forever. She turned and caught Draco's eye. He was in the middle of drinking his pumpkin juice before he noticed the tears rolling down his cheeks. He placed the goblet down quickly, standing up suddenly. Y/n, noticing she had been seen, turned around and began sprinting away from him. She didn't want to hear his teasing or his mean insults when she was so used to hearing his compliments. Her heart was already torn to shreds and she wouldn't be able to handle the reality that the boy she loved was gone.

She didn't know where she was going nor did she care, she just ran away. Eventually, she found herself at the top of the Astronomy Tower. She had ran to the only place that would provide her any source of comfort. She looked around at the familiar walls of the tower, feeling her heart ache as she reminisced about every time that Draco would bring her here. She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn't notice Draco sneaking up behind her and taking her hand in his, ensuring that she could not run away from him.

Y/n snapped out of her thoughts and she was met with those stupidly beautiful grey eyes again. They were full of worry, love and pain and she felt as though she were drowning in them.

"Y/n, what's wrong? Why are you crying?" Draco asked, worriedly.

Y/n was about to reply before she realized something.

"Wait a moment. Aren't you suppose to be hating me right now?" She asked.

Draco gave her a little smile before replying; "I guess your anti-love potion didn't work."

"You knew?!" Y/n shrieked in surprise.

"That you slipped a potion into my drink because of a dare? Yeah, I knew."

"When??"

"Since the very beginning." He replied calmly. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket. As Y/n squinted, she noticed it was the poem he wrote during their date. He held it out for her to see, hovering his wand over it. He muttered a spell and some of the letters began to cross themselves out while some turned green.

(Y/n), we haven't been together for long,

Yet, I feel obligated to write you a song.

To confess the deep affections I hold for you,

And I hope you feel the same way too.

This may seem quick, yet I know you are the one.

You may scoff at me, but my heart cannot be stolen by just anyone.

My feelings for you have changed so much,

Switched with a simple touch.

This love you have given me is a drug,

Intoxicating, addicting and given by hugs.

I assure you that my love for you is not fake,

No, there has been no mistake.

A goblet of pumpkin juice,

Raised to you in truce.

You return the gesture, as if it was planned,

A cup of (f/d) in your hand.

I love everything about you,

I could not say anything more true.

I love how clever you are or how beautiful you always look,

Merlin, if I could write it all down, I'd write a bloody book.

Know that this is no joke.

Your love envelops me like an invisibility cloak.

We've stitched our love together with needles and red thread,

It's about time we've set aside our differences and learned to accept them instead.

The world has given me such an amazing girlfriend.

I never want our time together to end.

Love is often called weak, useless, something you should not feel.

You have shown me the hidden strength that love has concealed.

Potions class was where our love first began,

If I were to leave it now, I'd be a mad man.

I wrote this poem for you, filled with endless rhyme,

To show that I love you, (Y/n), until the end of time.

Y/n felt like a fool. All this time she had been played with by Draco Malfoy. She wished the floor could swallow her whole so she could escape this embarrassing situation. She hung her head in shame, feeling her cheeks turn red.

"So....all this time...you were just faking it?" She asked, her voice cracking.

Draco lifted her chin so she looked back into his eyes. Instead of them being cold like she had expected, they were warm and full of affection.

"Who said anything about faking?" He said softly.

He pulled her into a hug, letting her cry into his shoulder. "I love you, Y/n. I'm sorry about the past and how nasty I was to you. I've truly changed and I am deeply in love with you."

Y/n sniffled but didn't reply. Her head was spinning as she was still trying to process everything. This whole time, he knew and he was....in love with her?

Draco released her, fumbling through his pockets before he took out another piece of paper. He looked back at her with a smile.

"I have one last thing for you." He said as he straightened out the paper and read what he had written.

Our love began with hatred.

We hated each other right at first sight.

Constantly bickering and starting fights.

Hatred, such a powerful emotion,

Until you spelled me with a love potion.

Our first date was at Hogsmeade,

Where I gave you my coat to keep you warm.

Perhaps, it was then where my hate began to transform.

At the end, I gifted you a (f/c) quill,

Which gave you quite a thrill.

Our second date was at the Astronomy Tower,

I had a surprise waiting for you, excitedly dragging you higher and higher up the stairs.

Quickly going up, with no time to spare.

I had prepared a picnic for us, with a wonderful view.

While you enjoyed the sunset, I couldn't take my eyes off you.

It was there that I had gifted you with a necklace made of silver.

It shined like a sparkling river.

Then, I had to save you from a jealous Parkinson, who bound you in ropes and stole the gift.

Which had the both of us quite miffed.

Our third date consisted of a study date.

You had an upcoming Potions test,

Which gave you quite a lot of stress.

Together, we reviewed everything,

From Unicorn Blood to Billywig Sting.

The next day, you wrote your test and came out with an Outstanding, just as I had proudly claimed.

Your smile that day was something that simply couldn't be contained.

Our fourth date was not exactly a date, nor was it a very fun day.

You had come to watch my Quidditch game, after I had practically begged you over and over again.

Though, that plan went down the drain.

You were pushed off the stands by that jealous twat.

Falling closer and closer to the ground like a graceful acrobat.

Everything stopped, and I didn't care if you hated me.

I saved you and managed to get you to safety.

Our fifth date was at the Black Lake.

I had you brought you there in hopes of simply spending the day with you.

There wasn't anything else I wanted to do.

The date was cut short when Parkinson showed up,

Trying to get us to breakup.

Though, we quickly managed to get our revenge on her.

Watching you, I felt something in me begin to stir.

Our date ended with you falling asleep in my lap.

The sixth date was at Zabini's party.

I had asked you for a dance, which you had accepted,

Which was quite unexpected.

We swayed to the music and danced all night long,

To a romantic love song.

That night was the first time I had ever kissed your lips, something I had secretly wanted to do for a long time.

And I knew then, that I wanted to be with you for a lifetime.

Our seventh date is this one.

The one where I finally revealed to you that I had known all along.

I can't hold it back anymore, it felt wrong.

The one where I finally confess my hidden feelings for you.

Where I hope you feel them too.

What I'm trying to say is that I love you,

This love overwhelms me until I don't know what to do.

Nothing was faked, that I promise.

I swear that I'm being honest.

Everything had been real; my feelings, how much I cared.

Surely, you can remember all those good times we shared.

I hope that everything has been real from you; how you blushed around me,

The smiles you give me that were so lovely,

How you loved my gifts, how you defended me from Potter,

This sounds like a love story written by an unknown author.

I have always claimed that I loved you.

This was always true,

Y/n, what about you?

Now, I must ask you the same question but with more courage than ever,

Will you be my girlfriend, for now and forever?

He finally looked up from his paper to see her shaking with tears still running down her cheeks. He truly loved her and he was asking her out for real, this wasn't a dare anymore. She didn't consider them enemies anymore, she had forgiven him so long ago.

"What do you say, Love?" Draco asked with a hopeful expression.

Screw it. To hell with it all. She had fallen for her enemy and now she could say she was absolutely, madly in love with him. Nothing else mattered as she uttered her answer.

"Yes." Y/n said, feeling all the tension leave her body as Draco came closer to her. He lifted her chin and connected their lips in a passionate kiss. There was so much love shared between the two. When the two broke apart, Draco held her tightly in his arms.

"I love you, Y/n." Draco whispered.

"I love you too, Draco."

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And with that, the Love Potion series is finally complete! I didn't realize it but this series took me a year to write. I'm incredibly sorry to have made everyone wait so long for each part. I also want to explain that Love Potion was always meant to be super cheesy and fluffy. It wasn't suppose to be really angsty, it was just going to have some light angst. This is the reason I chose not to write an ending that would leave everyone feeling sad. I know the story is rushed, but the plot was only suppose to be a week. I hope this story didn't feel too rushed. I also may have rushed the ending but I really wanted to get this out, as I had realized that I made everyone wait long enough. Thank you to everyone for reading this series and enjoying it! Thank you for sticking with this story until the very end! Now, I can get on with the requests piling up in my inbox! If you have any requests, feel free to message me or leave it in my inbox. Until next time.

-Jade

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lifedomain replied to your post “hozier interviews are great because sometimes you get insightful...”

sorry WHICH interview was this

hahaboop replied to your post “hozier interviews are great because sometimes you get insightful...”

Woah which interview ?

https://youtu.be/kg-O1GPeQDw?t=63 :)

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Fond of You ~ Arthur Pendragon

Requested: Yes / by Anonymous

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,607

Pairing: Arthur Pendragon x fem!reader

Summary: Reader is a maid in the castle and by the hands of Merlin, finds herself locked in a room with Prince Arthur. 

Tags: @hahaboop

As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by mumbled cursing and a frantic cook rushing around. You smiled at her as she turned to you, “Hello, Elsie, I’ve come for the washing.” You held up your basket as if to prove to her that you were there to do your job.

 She nodded, her frizzy hair shifting with the movement, “It’s where it always is.” She pointed to the corner and you stepped over to the dirty towels and cloths, piling them into your half full basket. You glanced over at Elsie as she continued to mumble to herself and throw pots around, seeming to not at all care about the clanging sounds they made. After you’d filled your laundry basket, you stepped over to the cook with cautious footing. She turned on you, staring as you gave her a small smile.

 “Is everything alright?”

She nodded as her shoulders deflated, “That manservant of the prince’s is never here when he needs to be.” She motioned to a tray laden with food that was sat on the wooden table in the center of the room, “Prince Arthur’s food is going to go cold before he’s even had the chance to see it.” She started mumbling curses about Merlin under her breath again. You reached out and patted her shoulder, not wanting the poor woman to stress herself so much over Merlin.

 You set your basket down and kicked it into the corner, “Here, let me take the prince his food and I’ll come back for that later,” you motioned to the basket.

 Elsie shook her head, “You shouldn’t have to do that, Y/N. You have your own chores; you shouldn’t be covering for mediocre servants.”

 You giggled quietly as you stepped over to the tray, lifting it quickly and turning back to the cook, “It won’t take but a minute.” She opened her mouth to protest as she moved towards you, but you sidestepped her, “It’s no trouble. I’ll still have plenty of time to get the washing done.” You gave her a pointed look and she huffed, but she says no more on the matter. You smiled as you center the tray in your grip and moved towards the kitchen doors. As you stepped into the corridor, you could hear Elsie calling after you to send Merlin straight to her and you were fairly sure you heard a wooden spoon slap the counter. You laughed and shook your head as you took the familiar route to Prince Arthur’s chambers.

 When you reached the door to his room, you balanced the tray on one arm and reached up to knock with the other. There was some kind of scuffle on the other side and then the door was being pulled open. You were greeted with Merlin’s smiling face and he quickly stepped aside to let you in, “Hello, Y/N, what brings you up here?” Then he looked down and saw the tray in your hands. His face paled and his eyes widened as he looked back up at your face, his mouth dropping open.

 You giggled as you went to hand the tray to him, lowering your voice to a whisper, “Here, pretend you went and got it.” Merlin shook his head as he turned back around to see Arthur stepping out from behind his privacy screen.

 The prince was fixing his sleeve as he walked over, “Did you say,” he looked up and locked eyes with you, “Y/N, to what do I owe the pleasure?” He smiled at you and you felt heat rushing to your cheeks as you looked down at your shoes. Arthur stepped closer to you, “Is that my lunch?” You glanced up in time to see Arthur put his hands on his hips as he turned to Merlin, “You forgot about my lunch again, didn’t you?” Merlin let out a nervous laugh as he rubbed the back of his neck.

 You looked between the two of them before you shook your head, “I was in the kitchen and Elsie had just finished the tray and I offered to take it.” The last thing you wanted was for Merlin to get in trouble because you just had to bring the tray up to the prince. You gave Arthur a hesitant smile and his eyes softened. You shuffled your feet as the weight of the tray started to settle in your motionless state. Arthur noticed and he was quick to jump forward and pull the tray from your grasp. You protested weakly, but he only shook his head as he set the tray on his table before turning back to you. You were fiddling with the string of your apron, looking at Arthur as he smiled over at you.

 Merlin looked between the two of you before he cleared his throat. Arthur jumped slightly before he glared at his servant, “I seem to remember some armor of mine that needed polishing.” He narrowed his eyes at Merlin before he nodded to the door.

 Merlin smiled, “Ah yes, of course, sire.” He gave a sarcastic bow, causing the prince to roll his eyes, and moved over to the door, pulling it open. He stepped into the corridor, but he leaned his head back in, “Is there anything else I can do for you, sire?”

 Arthur rolled his eyes, “Just go, Merlin.” The young servant nodded before he winked at you and slipped away, closing the door behind himself. It was just you and Arthur now and he was smiling at you again.

 Tucking your hair behind your ears, you looked to your feet again, “I should go.” You moved towards the door, but Arthur stepped in front of you.

 His smile had turned nervous and he was standing quite close to you, “You don’t have to. You can stay, if you want to, I mean.” Stretching his arm out, he leaned against the wall.

 You shook your head, “Oh, I should really get back to my work though.” Arthur frowned as he pushed away from the wall. You shifted your weight from one foot to the other as you watched him nod to himself. You wanted to stay, truthfully there was nothing you wouldn’t give to be able to spend more time with him, but you knew your station and you knew that being in the prince’s room with him all afternoon would not be appropriate. You offered him a small smile, “Thank you for the offer.”

 Arthur cleared his throat as he walked back over to the large wooden table, “Of course.” He nodded to you, “My apologies, Y/N.” You nodded back and turned to the door, grabbing the handle, and pulling. Only the door wouldn’t budge. Taking a deep breath, you glanced at Arthur to see that he had taken a seat and pulled the tray over to himself. He hadn’t noticed your struggle and you sighed in relief. Taking the handle again, you pulled just a bit harder, but the door still didn’t move. You huffed, catching Arthur’s attention. He looked up at you, “Is something wrong, Y/N?”

 You stayed facing the door, knowing you wouldn’t be able to look him in the eye, “I’m just having some trouble opening the door.” You glanced back at him quickly, “My apologies, sire.”

 Arthur jumped up from his chair, “Arthur, please.” You blushed as he came to stand next to you, “And you don’t need to apologize.” He gave you a dazzling smile as he reached for the handle and pulled. The door didn’t move. Arthur’s smile faltered before he pulled again. Still nothing. His smile dropped completely before he turned to the door and shook the handle as he pulled harder. You watched him struggle, your eyes widening. When it became clear that the door wasn’t going to budge, Arthur turned around and leaned against it, looking down at you with a simple smile.

 In the silence that settled between you two, you could hear someone chuckling from the other side of the door. Arthur turned back around and banged his fist against the wood, “Merlin! You better open this door now.” The laughing stopped and you were able to hear footsteps moving quickly away from the room.

 Reaching out, you tapped Arthur’s shoulder, “You should eat your lunch before it goes cold.” Arthur couldn’t help the smile that stretched across his lips as he turned to you once again. You were fidgeting, clearly a little bit panicked about the door, but you still concerned yourself with him.

 Slowly, he reached down and took your hand in his, “Only if you sit and share it with me.” Your mouth went dry as your eyes widened. Arthur only continued to smile at you though, his thumb running over your knuckles. You nodded and Arthur wasted no time in tugging you over to the table and pulling a chair out for you. You stared at the table as you sat down, too afraid to look into his eyes. Arthur took the seat next to you and immediately pulled the food from the tray and placed it in front of the both of you. He held an apple out to you and as you took it, you looked up into his eyes.

 You smiled at him, “Thank you… Arthur.” He grinned as he popped a grape into his mouth, leaning closer to you. You giggled before taking a bite from the apple.

 You and Arthur had spent the rest of the afternoon sharing his lunch and talking over every subject that came to mind. The two of you had completely forgotten about the locked door.

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