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Hermione: why are threesomes only for sex
Hermione: why can’t I join in on a couples argument if I want to
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winterssecrett · 2 months
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MORNINGS BY HIS SIDE | DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY
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ღ Draco Malfoy was a dream, and being able to sleep with him was a dream come true.
Or at least that's how Y/n saw it.
The curtains of the boy's room were open and a few rays of sun started to kiss the pale and soft skin of the Slytherin prince. In Y/n’s mind, he looked gorgeous, with his hair made a mess on top of the pillow, and his lips slightly open showing his calm breathing. God, she couldn't ask for anything else in life.
Sometimes she wondered how she had gotten so lucky.
Moving her eyes from her boyfriend's frame she turned around to look at the clock, it was 06:50 in the morning and they had classes at 08:00, the boy's alarms were gonna start sounding in a few minutes and she knew she was gonna get teased for being once again in Draco's bed.
But how could she not be there? If the boy begged her to stay every night cause he was used to not sleep alone.
Blaise's alarm started to sound annoying everyone in the room, Draco mumbled something in his sleep before hiding his face in his girlfriend's neck, he didn't feel like waking up, and no one was gonna change his mind.
“turn that shit off Blaise or I swear to god I will shove the clock in your mouth and make sure it comes out of your ass”
Mattheo wasn't the nicest person in the mornings, or ever, but they were all used to it by now. Theo moved his head to the other side of the room and let out a huff.
“non riesci nemmeno a dormire, lo so, per l'amor del cielo” (you can't even sleep now for fucks sake)
The noise stopped and Blaise locked himself in the bathroom, Draco started moving again, and Y/n left soft caresses on his back.
“Always bothering us” He murmured sleepily making her laugh
“We have class in an hour” she reminded him softly “We have to get ready”
The blonde shook his head in -no- “I have DADA on my first period, Snape can go suck my father's dick”
“Draco!” Y/n scolded, hearing Mattheo cracking up from his bed
“Sorry love” he quickly said, leaving a kiss on her lips “Why don't we stay here, just you and me, we can sleep a little bit longer and then have Dobby bring us breakfast to bed”
His proposal, his voice, his caresses on her waist, everything was making her say yes. How could she not? It was Draco Malfoy.
“Okay, fine,” Y/n told him watching a smile a pear on his face “But this is the last time”
The blonde nodded rolling his eyes, he started leaving kisses on her cheeks and then along her jaw and exposed neck.
“Fuck, I could never get tired of this”
She let out a laugh “I know, Dray, I know”
Blaise finally came out of the bathroom and Theo was quick to get up with his towel in hand ready to have a shower. Mattheo on the other hand walked to the window and pulled out a cigarette.
“Want some, Y/l/n?”
Draco didn't even let her answer.
“It's not even eight in the morning, Riddle, leave my girl alone”
She just smiled “Go back to sleep, babe, it's still way too early for you”
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Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.
Ron: Oh really? *Stands up,* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.
Draco: *raises hand*
Theo: *raises hand*
Pansy: *raises hand*
Hermione: *raises hand*
Ron, side eyeing violently: Hermione Granger, what was that?
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7s3ven · 3 months
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BUY ME PRESENTS. harry potter
( master list )
IN WHICH… Y/N L/N’s situationship, Matteo Riddle, isn’t the best boyfriend material and when he forgets to buy her a Christmas present, she finally breaks it off. Luckily, she knows someone who’ll do everything Matteo didn’t.
“Some guys get the girl everybody wants and forget she’s still the girl everybody wants.”
MERRY CHRISTMAS GUYS! - 25/12/2023
Warning: Matteo and Y/N kinda swear a lot, oh well
“It's a packed holiday and I got options, babe. If you don't wanna buy me presents. Drink me like a warm glass of milk
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If you're not gonna race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills. Just to keep my stocking filled. Well, I know somebody who will.”
Christmas and winter was a big deal at Hogwarts. Long strings of tinsel littered the stone hallways and shiny, delicate ornaments were hung up everywhere.
A H/C-haired girl rocked back and forth on her heels as she waited outside the Slytherin common room. She sighed, clicking her tongue. “What’s taking him so long?” She whispered under her breath.
Matteo was usually one to be late, but not on important days. Today was Christmas for goodness sake, Y/N’s favorite holiday.
Finally, the door to the common room slid open and Matteo walked out. His white shirt was messily tucked into his pants and the top few buttons were undone, irking Y/N who always looked perfect.
“Yo, Clarisse said you wanted to talk to me. Shoot.” Matteo shoved his hands into his pockets while Y/N lightly scoffed.
“Did you forget what day it is?” She questioned, arching an eyebrow. If the present in her hand didn’t give it away then she didn’t know what else would.
“Monday?”
“It’s Christmas, Matteo.” Y/N uttered, “Does that jog your memory?”
“Oh, yeah. I just woke up so I’m still dazed.”
Y/N could smell the cigarette smoke in his breath. “Or stoned. Why are you still smoking? You know how I hate it.”
Matteo carelessly shrugged. “It relieves stress, babe. I am quitting. Just give me like, two more months and I’ll be done.”
Y/N bit back a snarky retort. He always said he was quitting but he never actually did. “Well, anyway, I got you a gift. Merry Christmas, Matt.” She held the box up, smiling.
Matteo slowly took it. He opened the lid, his eyebrows raising at what was inside. “You got me… something from Vivienne Westwood?” It was clear that Matteo wasn’t as rich as his Slytherin friends were. With no parents or caretaker, all he could do was leech off people.
“It’s a lighter. You never light the candles in your room, which is… weird because that’s what they’re for. But, I guess you can use it to light cigars too. I also overheard Draco complaining about how he doesn’t have that but wants it. You can fit in with your friends with it.” Y/N shrugged.
“Jeez. This must’ve cost a lot.” Matteo held the lighter in his hand, whistling at how it shined. “Fucking hell.”
“Hey, Matty, we’re gonna open presents. You joining us?” A slim blond girl peeked her head out of the common room, grinning. “I got you a real good present this time.”
“You’re too sweet, Lina. I’ll be in a minute. I think you’ll like your present too.” Matteo chuckled before he glanced back at Y/N. “What are you still doing here?”
“What? No present for me?” Y/N said it in a joking manner to hide the pit she felt in her stomach.
“Why would I get you something?”
Y/N lightly scoffed. “I don’t know, Matteo. Maybe because we’ve been seeing each other for the past year?”
“Hey. We haven’t been seeing each other. I just find you when I want a good fuck. Know your place, Y/N. It’s not like we’re dating.”
Y/N sharply clicked her tongue in annoyance. “Right.” She sarcastically smiled, “What was I thinking? My place is obviously to be at your beck and call. My apologies for the mixup. Have a good day, Matteo.”
Y/N spun around, walking away. She heard Matteo laugh in disbelief and one part of her wished he would run after her and hand her a gift. He didn’t. He strutted back into the Slytherin chamber and back to those insufferable girls.
Y/N sat on the stairs amongst the green, red, and white decorations, staring at the ground. She was clad in a short black and white fur blazer and a skirt. Fleece leggings lined her legs, keeping her warm, and she had her Ravenclaw scarf wrapped around her neck.
She lightly sniffled, playing with a silver bracelet her friend had given to her as an early present. She wasn’t too sure what she was upset about right now.
Perhaps it was because she was lonely in the Ravenclaw common room. Everybody was gone, not even her study partner had stayed behind this year. Or maybe it was because of a certain brown-haired boy who was as heartless and oblivious as always.
It was most likely the latter.
Y/N wanted to feel happy, especially since today was Christmas, a holiday she enjoyed a little too much. But with no friends to laugh with, no family to return to, and not even a boy to sit next to the fire with, she felt sad.
“Are you actually crying?”
Y/N hadn’t even noticed Matteo approach her until it was too late. At least he had thought twice before leaving her alone.
He stood in front of her, fiddling with the multiple rings that adorned his long fingers. “Seriously, Y/N? Just because I didn’t get you a Christmas gift?”
Y/N glared up at him. “Can you try being nice for one second? Who knows, you might like it.” Throughout the whole year, Matteo and Y/N had something going on. They were never in a confirmed relationship but they weren’t merely friends either.
Though, in the past few months, the two couldn’t seem to stop bantering.
“Look, I’ll get you a gift tomorrow. Happy?”
Y/N quietly scoffed as she stood up. “No. You always forget things like these, Matteo. It’s getting annoying.” Y/N turned around to walk up the stairs but she barely took two steps before Matteo grabbed her wrist.
“Where are you going? I thought we were going to spend Christmas together.”
Y/N tauntingly raised an eyebrow at Matteo. “You were giving me the silent treatment up until now. I had to bribe that girl, Clair or whatever her name was, to let me see you.”
“Her name is Clarisse.” Matteo corrected her.
Y/N stared at him, wondering how he thought it was a good time to correct her. “What? I’m trying to make a point here and you’re concerned about her name? Unbelievable. Maybe I should find some people who actually enjoy my presence.”
Matteo sneered. “So, what? You just gonna go back to that Potter boy? You’re leading him on, Y/N. We both know your heart belongs to me.”
“Belonged.” Y/N corrected him, “Past tense. This thing we have between us is done. I’m not going to be a stupid late night call for you anymore.” She forced Matteo to let go of her and walked away, ignoring his shouts that echoed around the corridors.
“I taught you everything! I taught you how to stand up for yourself! I made you popular! I practically created you from nothing!” Matteo angrily exclaimed at the bottom of the steps. “You can’t leave me!”
Y/N glanced over her shoulder at the enraged brunette. She smiled. “Watch me.”
The last thing Y/N heard Matteo say was when he furiously shouted her name, his booming voice showcasing his fiery rage.
Y/N knocked against the Gryffindor painting, sighing. The Fat Lady seemed to notice her mood.
“What happened this time?” She asked. Matteo and Y/N were no secret; they were the talk of the school with Matteo being Voldemort’s son and Y/N’s cousin being a death-eater. A year ago, it was even rumoured she was one herself.
Y/N stared up at the Fat Lady with teary eyes. “Matteo. I… broke it off with me.”
“Oh, honey, I know it may not seem like it now, but it was the right decision.”
Y/N softly smiled. “I know… I know.”
“Are you here to see the Potter boy?”
“Yes. Is he here?” Y/N wasn’t even sure if Harry was at Hogwarts. During second year, he had gone to stay with Ron.
“Of course. And the Weasley boy and the Granger girl. They’re all here.” The Fat Lady swung backwards, smiling, “Go on, dear.”
Y/N stepped into the Gryffindor common room, looking around. “Harry? Hello? Anybody here?” The room was empty. Y/N glanced over at the crackling fire and went to sit beside it, warning her cold hands.
She quietly clicked her tongue, staring at the blazing flames.
“Y/N?” Hermione questioned, walking up behind the H/C-nette, “What’s wrong?” Y/N quickly stood up, embracing her brown-haired friend into a tight hug.
“I did it.” She whispered, “I ended things with Matt- I mean, Riddle.”
“Oh… Are you feeling okay?” Hermione gently sat Y/N down on the couch, rubbing comforting circles into her back. “Do you want anything? Any water or food?”
Y/N stared at her hands. “Is… Harry here?”
“Yeah. I’ll get him.” Hermione stood up and went to fetch the boy. “She and Matteo broke things off.” She whispered in Harry’s ear, which sent a rush of excitement through the brunette. He never did like Matteo after all. He was a playboy to put it simply. Not only that, but for the longest time Harry had liked Y/N.
Matteo didn’t appreciate her but Harry did. He could treat her better than Matteo ever could.
“Hermione told me what happened. Are you okay?” Harry sat down beside Y/N, holding a neatly wrapped present. He heard Y/N heave a sigh.
“I think… I mean, obviously I’m a little sad but it feels good knowing I won’t have to deal with his annoying ass again.” Y/N uttered, eliciting a small amused chuckle out of Harry.
“Yeah… I got you something, by the way.” Harry handed the gift over to Y/N with shaking hands.
“Oh… that’s sweet. You didn’t have to.” She smiled, carefully unwrapping the present.
“I wanted to… you said that was your favorite book so I bought you the limited edition cover one… with a bit more.”
Y/N raised her eyebrows in confusion as Harry. She slowly opened the novel to a page tabbed with a (favorite color) sticker note.
Merry Christmas, Y/N. Thank you for being such a loyal fan throughout my career.
- Your favorite author
Underneath the short message was the writer’s signature as well as a polaroid picture of Harry and the author.
“Oh my gosh… how did you… what…” Y/N was at a loss for words as she turned to Harry and tightly hugged him. “I don’t have a present for you… I’m sorry.”
Harry smiled as Y/N pulled away. “It’s fine. Having you here makes up for it.”
“Are you sure?” Y/N furrowed her brows, “I can buy you something tomorrow. Or I’m sure I have a have a golden snitch lying around here somewhere.” Y/N pulled a snitch from out of her pocket, “Remember this, Harry? You almost choked to death on it in your first game.”
“What the… how did you…” Harry was as flabbergasted as Y/N now. She laughed, handing it over to him.
“Well, after you almost swallowed it, nobody really wanted to play with it anymore. So I asked Wood to get it for me. We spent a good time cleaning it.”
Harry chuckled, staring at the small golden ball in awe. “That’s… amazing. Jeez. Riddle really doesn’t deserve you.”
Y/N’s shoulders visibly shrunk at the mentioning of the brunette’s name.
“Oh…” Harry instantly noticed, “Sorry, too soon?”
Y/N silently shook her head. “No… I’m fine…” She turned her head, beaming at Harry with a smile that made him melt. “You’re right, he didn’t deserve me. Thank you for the book, Harry. It’s wonderful.”
She embraced him once again and Harry could feel his cheeks heat up at the contact. There was a small jingle and as Y/N lifted her head, she couldn’t help but laugh.
Mistletoe floated above the pair, jingling as if to remind the two it was there. Harry gazed over Y/N’s shoulder at Ron, who held his wand in one hand and was giving Harry a thumbs up with the other.
“It’d be rude to defy the rules of Christmas, especially with how much you love it.” Harry uttered.
Y/N laughed again. “I suppose so.”
“You don’t have to kiss me for real. You can kiss me on the cheek or something or”- Harry was cut off when Y/N grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulling him forward and kissing him.
Harry was the complete opposite of Matteo. The Slytherin boy was rough and uncaring while Harry was soft and gentle. The brunette with glasses carefully grasped Y/N’s hands, squeezing them tightly.
“I don’t know if this is too soon, Y/N.” Harry said as he pulled away slightly. “But, I like you. I’ve liked you for ages. Ever since first year. And the only reason I didn’t like Riddle was because I hated how he had managed to attract your attention. I think you’re wonderful and you shouldn’t be stuck with someone like Riddle. You don’t have to give me your answer now… but just consider it.”
Y/N gazed at Harry, her heart doing flips in her chest. This was a feeling she hadn’t felt in a long time. She shyly adverted her eyes. “I… I don’t know what to say Harry. I think I like you too… but I feel like it’s too soon.”
“I don’t mind waiting. I just need you to know that I’m willing to race here from the North Pole to Beverly Hills. Just to keep your stocking filled.”
Y/N giggled. “That’s cute, Harry.” She leaned forward, pressing another chaste kiss to his lips. “Merry Christmas, Harry.”
START OF TERM (BONUS)…
“What the fuck, asshole?!” Matteo’s loud shout caused the Great Hall to fall into silence. They all watched as he stormed towards the Gryffindor table, slamming his hands in front of Harry. “You kissed my girl!” He exclaimed.
Y/N turned her head, staring at Matteo with furrowed eyebrows.
“What’s going on?” Her friend tugged on her sleeve.
“I’m… not sure.” Y/N replied, craning to get a better look.
“What are you talking about, Riddle?” Harry asked, confused.
“You know who the fuck I’m talking about! Y/N fucking L/N! You kissed her!” Matteo was getting angrier by the second.
“Hey, dude, relax.” Lorenzo grabbed Matteo by the shoulders, forcing him out of the Great Hall. The rest of his friend group followed.
Y/N sighed, standing up. “I’m going to talk to Matteo.” She announced.
“What? Are you crazy?” Her friend tried to get Y/N to sit back down again.
“He deserves an explanation… and I also want to make it clear that we’re no longer a thing.” Y/N followed after the Slytherin gang and jogged to walk beside Pansy, who was lagging behind.
“What’s gotten into him?” Y/N questioned Pansy, who seemed to like her the best out of all the girls Matteo hooked up with.
“I don’t know.” Pansy sighed, “He just started acting mental after he found out you and Potter were going out. But, he doesn’t really deserve to be mad when it’s his fault.”
“Matt, dude, what’s gotten into you?” Theodore asked as Matteo silently seethed.
“I fucking hate Potter.” He uttered through gritted teeth. He looked up, spotting Y/N. Instantly, the fire in his eyes disappeared.
“Riddle.” Y/N greeted him calmly, nodding her head in acknowledgment. “There seems to be a misunderstanding.”
“Why did you kiss Potter?” Matteo demanded, clenching his hands into fists.
“Why can’t I? I’m free to do whatever I want. After all, it’s not like we’re dating, right? You said it yourself.”
Matteo angrily exhaled.
“Besides, what are you gonna do? Are you gonna kill me, Matteo?” Y/N taunted. “Like you said last year because you didn’t want to commit to someone? Instead of committing to a girl, you would rather kill her?”
“It was a joke!”
“Jokes are supposed to be funny! Fuck you, Matteo! You piece of shit!”
Matteo, in a surge of rage, grabbed Y/N by the collar. Lorenzo stepped forward to interrupt the situation, but Harry beat him to it.
“Don’t touch her.” Harry glowered at Matteo as he pulled Y/N away from his grasp. “You made your choice. Deal with it because it’s your fault you lost Y/N in the first place.”
Y/N sighed, brushing the wrinkles out of her blouse. “I hope we can talk again under better circumstances, Riddle. Good day.”
Y/N walked off and Harry followed close behind.
“How good did that feel?” He questioned, grinning.
“It felt amazing!” Y/N grinned, “I can’t believe I just sweared at the Matteo Riddle and got away with it.”
“So, what do you say we have some fruitcakes and figgy pudding to celebrate?” Harry slung an arm around Y/N’s shoulder while she playfully scoffed.
“It’s January, Harry.”
“Yeah? So? It’s never too early to celebrate Christmas.”
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orphicmortala · 5 months
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[seeing Fluffy sleeping]
Hermione: Y/N, don't say a word.
Y/N:
Y/N: Fergalicious.
Hermione: I said no words.
Y/N: Oh, I see. Two weeks ago playing Scrabble, it's not a word, and now suddenly it is a word because it's convenient for you.
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smutinlove · 9 months
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Draco Malfoy x female reader smut Requested by Jas, again. 😶🖕
Your last name is Potter. So you're Harry's sister lmao.
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You were sitting next to your brother when you had heard the annoying yet dreamy voice of your secret boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.
"Oh, look! It's the two pot heads sitting next to each other!" He and his friends laughed.
"Piss off, Malfoy." Harry said as he rolled his eyes. "No, I think YOU should fuck off. Oh, Y/N, is he always this insufferable?" Malfoy asked you with a grin on his face. He lifted your chin.
"Get your filthy hands off me." You slapped his hand away. "Woah! Y/N Potter is angry!" He laughed. Malfoy looked at you, and he whispered in your ear, "Slytherin common room. One a.m." You watched as he left.
"Y/N," you turned your attention to Harry. "What did that asshole tell you?" He asked. "Nothing." Harry nodded. You sighed in relief. The chosen one who chose not to pry in further. You secretly thanked him for that. ---
It was one am. Harry was sleeping. You digged through his trunk and found his invisibility cloak. You threw it over yourself and grabbed your wand.
You quickly yet quietly ran to to Slytherin common room. You took off the cloak and found Malfoy there with his arms crossed. "You're late." He said with a frown. "Sorry." You muttered.He led you in the common room and into his room.
"Y/N, I don't wanna keep our relationship a secret anymore." He blurted out. "I-I'm not sure, Draco." You said.
He tilted his head, "Why? The war is over. No one can stop us." He planted a soft kiss on your lips. "I know." You kissed him back this time. More passionately.
You unbuttoned his white shirt. "You sure you wanna do this?" He asked. "Yes." You replied. He picked you up and placed you on the bed. He kissed down your neck, leaving marks. He started to strip off his own clothes as well, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes.
He was on top of you again, his kisses hungry and rough, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he let out a low growl.He removed your pants and rubbed his cock against your thigh.
He picked down your neck, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave hickies.
Draco looked up at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide. You gasped when you felt his fingers on your clit. He rubbed in small circles and you moaned and bucked your hips. He slowly pushed a finger inside, making you whine as you tried to move against it, needing more.
He added another finger, his thrusts slow but deep and curling inside to rub your g-spot.
You came hard, your legs shook as you let out a loud moan. You panted as he removed his fingers. Draco flipped you onto your stomach. He rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing it in just a little. You gasped and your walls squeezed around him, trying to push him further. He pulled out before pushing back in. He gripped your hips as he moved in faster. You gasped and mewled, biting down your lip as your body shook. He felt so big and you couldn't believe how good it felt. Draco continued to thrust into you, his hips moving faster, moving deeper inside you.
"Cum in me!" You said with a low moan. He snarled and slammed into you hard, making you cry out in pleasure. You gripped the sheets, whining as his cock rubbed against your g-spot. You were getting closer and closer every second.He pulled out and flipped you over again, slamming back into you harder. You cried out, arching your back as he continued to thrust in and out of you. He pulled out. "Suck." He said. You opened your mouth and he shoved his cock in. You moaned around him as he fucked your face, pushing his cock deep in before pulling out to let you breathe. You sucked him like a popsicle, swirling your tongue around the tip, lapping up the precum as you looked up at him. He grabbed you by the back of your head and shoved himself back down your throat. You moaned around him, taking him as far as you could go. "You're so good at this." He grunted. You blushed and he chuckled. He removed himself from your mouth and pinned your hands above your head, pinning them down with one hand while the other held your chin. He rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance again and pushed back inside you. He fucked you hard, making you feel like jelly, his cock slamming against every nerve.He kissed you again, his lips hungry and rough. You moaned against his mouth as your walls clenched around him. You came.
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The next day, you two entered the great hall hand-in-hand. "Y/N, what the hell?!" You heard your brother say angrily.
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I am so fucking tired.
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marauder-queen · 2 years
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Remus: I think I am in love with Sirius.
Lily: I'm sorry?
Remus: I said, I think I'm-
Lily: No, I heard what you said, I'm just sorry for you.
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*Y/n and Lee laughing their asses off*
George: Merlin, are they drunk?
Y/n: We are not drunk! *Continues to laugh*
Lee: Yeah! We lust jack oxygen!....we juck last oxygen? We luck jast- fuck.
Y/n: *laughing to the point she falls to the floor* I can't breath *wheezes*
Fred: Yeah they're either drunk or Lee is having a stroke and Y/n might just be high.
Y/n: *gasp* I am not high!...Heh,luck jast-*starts laughing again*
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poisonlove · 7 months
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Broken | j.o
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this one-shot is very special as it belongs to an alternative Harry Potter universe.
I walked through the corridors of Hogwarts, tears streaming down my cheeks, my breath uneven, and my chest aching. My vision was blurred by the tears, and audible sobs escaped my lips. I just wanted to get out of that cursed place.
Still, I could vividly recall the image of her eyes widening in surprise, and that hurt so much.
Flashback:
With a smile on my face, I entered through the portrait of the Fat Lady, arriving in the Gryffindor common room. I had just finished Quidditch practice and had achieved excellent results. All I wanted to do now was to fall asleep in the arms of my girlfriend, Hermione. I smiled just at the thought of her name. I hurriedly climbed the stairs and walked toward my destination. When I reached our shared room, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. "That's strange... Hermione never leaves the door open." Instinctively, I reached for my wand and cautiously entered, ready to confront anyone who had entered without permission. I slowly closed the door behind me, and strange noises came from inside. The sounds grew louder and clearer. "What on earth is this?" I opened the door, and my world crumbled before my eyes. My body temperature plummeted, and I could hear the sound of my heart breaking into a thousand pieces. I still couldn't believe what I was seeing. Hermione was kissing Ron. The brunette had her arms around Ron's neck, pulling the redhead closer to her, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. My fingers loosened their grip on the wand, and it fell to the floor, drawing the attention of the two lovers. Hermione's eyes widened as she saw my tear-filled eyes, and she quickly pushed Ron away, covering herself hurriedly. "Love, it's not what it looks like." End of Flashback:
I stopped and realized I was standing in front of the Ravenclaw house. Unconsciously, I had arrived at Jenna Ortega's house, my best friend.
I wiped my eyes with my sleeve and bit my lip, trying to contain the hiccup that threatened to escape. I took a step forward and slipped through the door, which was opened by a student leaving at that moment.
I made my way toward the rooms, stopping abruptly when I heard noises coming from a corner of the Common Room.
Laughter could be heard in the distance near the sofas.
I headed toward the sound of laughter and spotted Jenna's characteristic raven-black hair in the distance. The young Ravenclaw was laughing, probably at some lousy jokes from Enid. My attention focused on Jenna's profile: her delicately upturned nose, her brown eyes shining as they turned toward her friends, and her heart-shaped lips forming a shy smile. I watched as a dimple formed on her cheek each time she raised the corners of her lips.
With subtlety, the raven-haired girl turned in my direction.
As soon as her eyes met mine, I couldn't hold back the tears, and I burst into tears. The warm smile on Jenna's face quickly faded, replaced by a look of deep concern. Without a second thought, Jenna got up from the couch and quickly walked toward me, leaving her friends and Enid somewhat incredulous.
My hands were trembling, and sobs escaped uncontrollably from my mouth.
Two arms wrapped around my waist, and I immediately returned the hug, crying into Jenna's neck. After what felt like endless seconds, Jenna broke the embrace and gently cupped my cheeks, wiping away the remaining tears with her thumbs. Brown eyes looked into mine with concern.
"What happened?" she asked timidly, taking my hands and stroking them to calm me. "Her... her... her..." I stammered, and she smiled at me, trying to reassure me. "Hermione," I finally said, and new tears welled up in my eyes. Jenna interlocked our fingers and quickly walked to her room, seeking privacy.
She was a prefect, so she had her own room.
We entered her room and walked over to her bed, sitting down on it. "What happened? Did you two have a fight?" Jenna asked absentmindedly, playing with my hands.
I stared intently at our intertwined hands, focusing on the gentle touch of my best friend. Jenna's nails traced slowly across the palm of my hand, as if trying to comfort me. A knot formed in my throat, and a soft hiccup escaped my lips. Tears welled up in my eyes.
"She... she..." I took a breath. "She cheated on me," I whispered the last part.
Jenna's eyes widened in surprise, and a flash of anger mixed in her dark irises. She clenched her jaw, and her knuckles turned white from the tight grip of her hands. "She what?" she whispered, utterly infuriated. "After practice, I went back to the room, and I found her with Ron," I said, feeling a pang in my chest."Am I not enough?" I asked with a broken tone, causing more tears to roll down my cheeks.
Her gaze softened.
"No, no, no, you're amazing," Jenna took my cheeks and made me look into her eyes, smiling at me. "You're beautiful, smart, and incredibly amazing... anyone would be lucky to have you... it's not your fault she didn't know how to appreciate you," she said, her eyes closing slightly after the last sentence, still angry at what Granger had done. The pressure in her jaw faded, and she looked at me with tenderness.
I'm not sure if it was because of my vulnerability and hurt at that moment, but I gently moved my face closer to hers and kissed her softly, a completely unexpected kiss. Jenna was stiff to the touch, totally taken aback by my action. I decided to pull away slowly, thinking that maybe I had made a mistake, but then, a gentle hand landed on the nape of my neck, pulling me toward her face, uniting us again in a passionate kiss.The raven-haired girl melted under my lips, and she started moving her lips softly, with a gentle and unhurried rhythm. My hands moved along her waist, slowly caressing her exposed skin. A smile formed on Jenna's lips as we continued kissing, and without realizing it, I smiled too. When I felt her tongue brushing against my lower lip, seeking a deeper kiss, I opened my eyes wide and quickly pulled away from her.
What did I do?
"I... oh my God, I'm sorry," I got up from the bed, looking ashamed at Jenna.
The raven-haired girl had trouble breathing, her cheeks were flushed, and her lips were slightly parted as she tried to calm her heavy breathing. Her hair was disheveled, and her eyes had a very different gleam from the usual. She forced a weak smile and got up from the bed.
"It was a mistake... I'm sorry," I admitted, looking at her with guilt. Jenna shook her head slowly, taking my hand. I felt terribly like shit when I saw her eyes glistening.
A single tear rolled down her cheek.
"Y/N..." she whispered, caressing my hand. My eyes looked at her lips.
It's not fair... I just broke up with Hermione... I don't want to hurt Jenna.
"Jenna... it was something I didn't think through... it was spontaneous... I was hurt... angry..." I confessed, and I saw her eyes fill with tears. She blinked back the tears, clenching her jaw and breaking the contact between our hands.
"I'm sorry..." I added, moving closer.
"Y/N/N... you don't need to apologize," Jenna swallowed nervously, closing her eyes at the touch of my hand on her cheek. "I liked it," she said, her eyes closing slightly, still blushing, her lips partially open, trying to calm her heavy breathing.
"I am in love with you" Jenna confessed with a sigh.
I leaned forward and gave her a tender kiss on the forehead. Then, I stepped back, looking at her with a mix of emotions and confusion, trying to decipher my feelings and which path to take next.
For a long time, I wrestled internally with my feelings for Hermione and Jenna. I often tried to convince myself that Jenna was just a good friend and that my feelings for her were confusing. However, in the fifth year, everything changed when I saw her with another guy. At that moment, I felt a burning fire in my stomach and an uncontrollable wave of jealousy that made me realize there was something deeper.
I felt scared by those feelings. I didn't want to jeopardize our friendship, so I chose to bury my emotions and give Hermione a chance. I developed genuine feelings for the golden girl and fell in love with her, but deep down, I knew it would be challenging to leave behind my first love, especially when she was my best friend.I loved Hermione, but my feelings for Jenna still lingered, always present in my heart.
"Jen... it's just... not the right time," I looked at her, and I saw the shine in her eyes. I noticed she was clenching her jaw tightly, struggling not to break down in front of me.
"Can we discuss it another time?" I suggested, and she nodded slowly, accepting my proposal.I approached the door and opened the handle, stepping out of her room with a broken heart and many doubts.
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I had just left my Arithmancy class, carrying the book under my arm with the intention of heading towards Jenna's room. For the past two weeks, I had been avoiding her, needing space and time to reflect on everything. However, I had to admit that I missed her a lot and was ready to address the topic I had been dreading.
The memory of the kiss kept replaying in my mind, even invading my dreams with the brown eyes of the dark-haired girl. Let's just say that while I hadn't seen her in person all this time, Ortega had been psychologically tormenting me.
I couldn't help but smile unconsciously.
My smile was immediately replaced by a look of disgust and sadness when I saw Granger walking towards me in the distance. Just by looking into her eyes, my heart broke even more. Her unmistakable hazel eyes were filled with tears.
"Y/N... I've been looking for you... we need to talk," she said, clenching her jaw, a single tear rolling down her cheek. She reached out and took my hand, gently holding my fingers. As if I had touched fire, I withdrew my hand and took a step back, shaking my head slowly.
"Don't touch me," I whispered with a broken voice. After days of crying, I had finally calmed down, but seeing Granger made a lump form in my throat. I didn't want to cry in front of the golden girl; I didn't want to show weakness.
I swallowed hard and lifted my chin, looking at her with detachment. "Please... we need to talk," she repeated, slightly hurt after my rejection. I clenched the book and walked forward, lightly bumping her shoulder with mine. "We have nothing to discuss."
Before I could walk away, a hand grabbed my wrist.
"Please... it was a mistake... I love you," Hermione said with a tone so sweet and wounded that I almost believed it.
Almost.
"How long?" I asked, clenching my jaw. "How long have you been cheating on me?" At this point, we were face to face, our breaths mingling. Her grip faltered, and she averted her gaze. "How long, Hermione?" I demanded, getting angrier, raising my voice.
"Two months," she confessed in a whisper, moving closer.
I pulled my hand away, looking at her with a mocking smile. "Six months of a relationship, and you cheated for two..." I shook my head in disappointment and disgust. "Goodbye, Hermione, don't look for me anymore," I told her coldly, and her eyes filled with tears.
She threw herself into my arms, preventing me from walking. I stiffened at the contact.
"Hermione... let me go," I said, my voice firm.
She broke the hug and looked at me with wounded eyes. I averted my gaze, trying not to fall into her trap.
"We need to talk," she whispered again.
"Haven't you understood, Granger?" someone intervened. I turned toward the voice and found two brown eyes. Jenna Ortega was looking at Hermione with anger.
"Mind your own business, Ortega," Hermione said venomously.
"Jenna..." I whispered.
Jenna locked her eyes with mine, showing a mix of hurt and happiness at seeing me. She gave me a weak smile.
The two girls glared at each other, their jaws clenched, restraining themselves from drawing their wands and hexing each other.
"Hermione... I don't want you to hurt each other... so I ask you to leave," I said, feeling a pang in my chest. Hermione looked at me with sadness for a split second, then took a step back and shook her head as she walked away from my sight.
It was just Jenna and me.
I approached the Ravenclaw, strangely nervous and with a racing heart. My palms were sweaty, and my legs trembled slightly. I was having the reaction of a teenager with her first love. I took a deep breath and looked at Jenna, who observed me curiously.
"Jenna, I..." I whispered, then took another breath. "To be honest, I've always felt something for you," I confessed, looking impassively at the dark-haired girl.
Jenna gave me a big smile.
"In these two weeks, I've thought a lot about you... and also about Hermione... I... I managed not to cry in front of her, you know," she took my hands, caressing them slowly. "I feel guilty for avoiding you," I admitted, and she shook her head, letting go of my hand and placing hers on my cheek.
"You needed space," she said, caressing my cheek, and I leaned into her touch.
Suddenly, her gaze became more serious, and she stood on tiptoe, bringing her face closer to mine. My heart was pounding, nervous about the proximity. Jenna's mouth was inches from mine, her warm breath brushing against my lips. She wrapped her hands around my neck and looked deeply into my eyes, searching for any sign of rejection that she didn't find. Then, she brought her face even closer to mine, and our lips brushed.
I swallowed hard, making Jenna smile.
"I'm not ready for a relationship... I... I'm scared," I confessed in a whisper, barely parting my lips from hers. Jenna's hand moved gently on my cheek, while the other wrapped determinedly around my neck. Instinctively, I placed my hands around her waist, making it easier for our contact due to the noticeable height difference between us.
"I'll take care of you," she whispered in response, closing the gap between our lips with tenderness. Our lips met in a soft and passionate kiss, sealing our complicated connection with affection and silent promises.
"Miss L/n! Ortega!" A sharp voice reprimanded with disapproval.
We immediately pulled away, my cheeks reddening quickly as we saw Professor McGonagall in front of us, with a stern expression that hinted at a touch of amusement.
"Uh... Professor McGonagall, we were just..." I stammered, trying to find an appropriate explanation as Jenna and I looked at each other in embarrassment.
Professor McGonagall observed us with a stern gaze before letting out a small smile. "Well, Miss Y/n, Miss Ortega, I hope your... conversation was interesting. Now, please, continue with your school activities in a proper manner."
We both apologized immediately, trying to redeem ourselves for our brief moment of affection in the halls of Hogwarts. With flushed faces, we nodded to Professor McGonagall and hurried to resume our school activities, aware that we had briefly interrupted the school's routine with our fleeting moment of passion.
I'm still broken... but I have faith that I can heal.
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"Don't you think you're being unfair to Jenna?" I glanced at Enid out of the corner of my eye, raising my eyebrows in confusion at her question. "What do you mean?" I asked with perplexity, looking into the blue eyes of my Hufflepuff friend. "They've been at this for a month now," she murmured in a hushed tone near my ear, not wanting to draw curious glances.
After the kiss I shared with Jenna, I decided to give it a chance. With a lump in my throat, I proposed that we take things slow, without putting labels on what we had. The brunette made a face, but with sparkling eyes, she asked if kisses were included, to which I replied affirmatively, but only in private.
"She deserves something better... I'm just a wounded girl, afraid of relationships," I sighed in frustration, clenching my jaw and exhaling loudly through my nose.
"Jenna loves you," Enid gave me a reassuring smile and gently embraced me, wrapping one hand around my neck. "You love her too, right?" She asked curiously, and I nodded, glancing at her from the corner of my eye. "Then give her a chance... make it official," she urged me, and I sighed, seriously considering her words.
"And... what about Hermione?" Enid murmured, and I sighed in dismay. "We're still friends... well, not like before, but we've talked," I bit my lower lip and crossed my legs to find a more comfortable position. I rested my head against the tree behind me. "After a few days, we talked, and... we resolved it, at least I think," I whispered, and Enid looked at me curiously.
"Does Jenna know?" she asked, and I nodded distractedly. "Yes, she didn't take it very well... but when I told her I just wanted to be friends with Hermione because she was in love with Ron, she agreed... though not entirely convinced," I affirmed, then played with my fingers, reflecting on the events.
My eyes turned towards Jenna, who was meanwhile playing with her friends. With a lump in my throat, I watched as her coal-colored eyes met mine, looking at me as if I were the most beautiful artwork she had ever seen in her life.
Xavier took advantage of Jenna's distraction to throw a ball directly at her face. I unconsciously stood up and, with a smile, headed in her direction, trying to figure out if she was okay. I looked closely at her as I approached, concerned about her well-being after the impact of the ball.
"Sorry, Jen," Xavier mumbled weakly, looking at Jenna with concern as he picked up the ball. "Don't worry, keep playing," Jenna said, rubbing her head to relieve the pain and squinting from the hit.
"Are you okay?" I whispered when I reached the dark-haired girl, and her eyes roamed over my figure, smiling in affirmation. "Come on, get up," I extended my hand and invited her to take it to help her stand up. "Volleyball is a terrible game for Muggles," she murmured weakly, watching the rest of her friends play the game I had suggested they try. "Sorry, Jen, I read it in a book in the Muggle section, and it seemed fun," I confessed with a small smile.
Her fingers delicately touched mine, caressing me tenderly and without ulterior motives. Our gazes met, and I gave her a nervous smile, examining her face and every detail that composed it. Jenna bit her lower lip slightly, lost in thought and with her gaze fixed on a corner of my face, specifically my lips. I ran my tongue over my upper lip, suddenly feeling the dryness in my throat.
Our faces, as if they were magnets, drew closer to each other.
"Are you okay?" I murmured in a whisper near her lips as I leaned toward her face, pressing my lips against her forehead, kissing the bruised spot. Jenna let out a sigh of relief when she felt my lips descend and land on the tip of her nose and then on her cheeks, stopping especially on the right one, which still bore the mark of the ball.
"In reality..." she murmured, releasing her fingers from mine, placing her hand on my shoulder and intertwining her fingers around my neck, absentmindedly playing with the hairs that stood on end due to our recent proximity. "It hurts here..." her lips curved into a smile when her free hand rested on them.
Jenna's neck was tilted upwards, her eyes searching mine with longing.
"Then I'll have to help you," I murmured with a playful smile, catching Jenna by surprise as she didn't expect that response. I leaned even closer, and our lips met in a sweet kiss, feeling the sigh of relief that Jenna released upon contact with me.
My hand rested on her side, pushing Jenna closer to my body during the kiss, needing more contact. A soft moan escaped from her lips, and a fiery heat ignited in the pit of my stomach upon hearing that sound, feeling utterly satisfied to be the cause of her pleasure. Jenna pressed her body closer to mine, and our lips moved urgently against each other, her mischievous hands tangled in my hair, desiring to feel the sensation between her fingers.
The need for oxygen was immediately felt, and after seconds that seemed endless, we broke the contact between our lips, breathing heavily. Immediately, a smile spread across Jenna's lips, and I, unconsciously, did the same, resting my forehead against hers.
"Wow," she murmured, then chuckled softly, leaning forward and resting her head on my neck.
I smiled as I watched Jenna and her friends who continued playing, also noticing that our Hufflepuff friend had joined them.
I sighed contentedly at the warmth of Jenna's arms around my waist. "What does this mean?" Jenna murmured distractedly, her lips brushing my skin.
A shiver ran through my body at her gesture, and I sighed deeply, suppressing the moan that threatened to escape from my lips.
"I think it's time to make it official," I exclaimed, and Jenna Ortega quickly pulled away from my arms. I looked at her in confusion at her reaction, and I was alarmed to see tears welling up in her eyes.
"Is everything okay?" I asked with concern, and the ravenclaw nodded slowly, a smile on her lips.
"It's... wonderful," she smiled sincerely and absentmindedly played with my tie. "So... can I tell my friends? Even now?" she asked, not stopping her gaze from wandering over my tie, pausing at the emblem printed on my chest.
I nodded with a warm smile, touched by the tenderness of my now official girlfriend. Jenna's joy was so contagious that I felt like my heart was about to burst with happiness. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and I couldn't help but be infected by her enthusiasm.
Jenna started jumping in place, her arms around me, radiating happiness and excitement. She hugged me tightly. "What you said earlier... it's true, right?" she asked with a trembling voice. I looked at her with a gentle smile. "Yes, it's absolutely true," I replied with a tender kiss.
Our lips parted with a soft sound, and Jenna smiled sweetly.
"Are we girlfriends?" she asked in a soft voice, her smile lighting up her face. Her eyes searched mine for confirmation.
Tenderness filled the air as I caressed her cheek and replied, "Yes, we're officially girlfriends." Jenna let out a sigh of happiness and hugged me tighter, sealing our new relationship with a sweet kiss.
Jenna pulled away and looked at me with a smile. "I'm going to tell my friends, Girlfriend," she said quickly with a triumphant smile. Her enthusiasm and happiness were contagious, and I couldn't help but smile as I watched her run towards her friends who were still playing volleyball.
"Guys! GUYS! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND! I HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!" Jenna shouted with excitement, and her friends smiled at her cuteness and joy. It was a moment of happiness and celebration shared by all.
As I watched Jenna and her friends, I couldn't help but think about how sometimes, even when you're afraid, love pushes you to take risks. Although there was still uncertainty on the horizon, I knew we were willing to face any challenges together because what we had was special and worth every moment.
Author: Guys… seriously, please… I put in a lot of effort to write, and I would really appreciate some comments from you… I'm not asking for much.
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lvnalxve · 17 days
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Mattheo Riddle x fem!reader
SLOW MOTION
“You’re my escape from reality, you know what you mean to me”
Hidden deep in the middle of the forbidden forest was a small opening in a beautiful meadow filled with white flowers. In the middle of the meadow sat Mattheo. Y/N rested her head on his thighs while he played with her hair. She opened her eyes and looked at the boy, who was smiling at her with love and affection in his eyes. “Why are you looking at me like that?” she laughed while smiling back. His smile grew as he leaned down and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Every time I’m with you, every bad thought, every negative emotion, and every insecurities disappear when I’m with you. You’re my escape from reality, you mean the world to me,” he whispered as he lifted her up to sit on his lap. Y/N smiled as she brushed Mattheo’s hair that covered his eyes to the side. “I feel the same way when I’m with you,” she said as she leaned in and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his forehead against hers. 
“I love you”
“I love you too”
“If I could stop time for real, would it make it any easier for me to love you?”
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Sorry that this was ass, my mind is all over the place and it’s been a while since I last wrote 🤧
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*Harry and Ron arguing*
Ron: imagine waking up and the first thing you have to grab is a pair of glasses
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ceruleansx · 3 months
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tolerate it
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- "i notice everything you do and don't do"
✧. ┊ pairings : dracomalfoy!mean!slytherin x reader!slytherin
✧. ┊ warnings : fluff, slight bullying, kissing at end, enemies to lovers, drunk behavior, alcohol mentioned
✧. ┊ summary : Draco gets terribly drunk at a slytherin party, but y/n was the only one who noticed his bad state. did Draco really hate her? or was he just hiding his feelings?
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ever since you've been little, you've always had a soft spot for draco malfoy. everyone in your year said he was a prick, but you didn't think so. although, there have been times where you totally agreed. even if he tormented you everytime he saw you, or even if he called you nasty things, you still seemed to tolerate it. almost like you didn't care.
there was something about draco that made him like a magnet. and when you were attached, you couldn't escape. his looks were one thing. you thought he was very unique looking, with his blonde hair and his green eyes. green was in fact your favorite color, not just cause the forest reminded you of him.
you were completely head over heels for him, and you knew that draco malfoy would be the death of you.
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the floor vibrated under you as you flipped through the potions book. annoyed by the loud music, you closed your book and got out of your chair. the slytherin house was having a party, slytherins only.
you opened your dormitory door and headed down the spiral stairs of your house. you past by a couple making out on the stairs, seeing that the girl was a hufflepuff. guess word got out. you turned once more, only to see practically the whole year in the living room. music was blasting and beer cans were crumbled on the floor. you couldn't even see the floor with all the mess and the people.
you spot your friend waving at you. you smile and wave back as you start to walk towards her. as your walking across the living room, you knock into the one and only draco malfoy. his balance and state is not right.
if it's all in my head tell me now
"watch where your going!" he spits at you, and he walks away.
you simply just roll your eyes, used to his theatrics. he's been tormenting you since the first year, so it's so surprise that he's being a total prick. yet you didn't want to admit it, your sort of seemed to enjoy his bullying. you felt like he noticed you, and you felt like he doesn't regret one second bugging you. but there's no way that you have a cru-
"you okay?" your friend said grabbing your shoulder, causing you to jump "draco's an twat. wish he never existed sometimes y'know?"
you nod, still dazed at the encounter you just had with him. your friend didn't seem to notice, and she kept going on.
"look at him now, drunk. i'll tell you.. someone's telling his father about this wild behavior of his."
you face the direction your friend is looking at. you see draco, crazy out of his mind. he's pushing everyone and he looks like he's on the verge of puking. you see him pound down a vodka bottle. his eyes are closed, but he opens them. as he's drinking and no one's stopping him, he locks eye contact with you. your body tensed up, and you blushed like a tomato. his eyes didn't leave yours, and he stared at you coldly.
he puts down the drink and looks down at the floor. his hand is to his chest. he retaliates, and before you know it, he's puking on the couch. the girls sitting on it scoot over in disgust. there were so many people at the party that no one noticed. how can nobody notice him?
you apologized to your friends and escaped from her arms. your heart is beating the more you get closer to him. what are you doing?! helping your enemy? he's stopped puking now, and he's just sitting on the floor miserably. you kneel down, and he looks up at you. his expression is something that you've never seen before. it looked weak, like his guard was down and he was confused on what was happening around him.
"y/n.." he said in a raspy voice, the vodka burning his throat.
you have no hesitation to pick him up and wrap his arm over your shoulder. thank goodness the stairs were right there. you carefully take him up, your heart beating faster than a cheetah running.
"you smell good.. you've always smelled go- good.." he mumbles, dazed and confused.
you smile softly, for sure feeling the butterflies start to appear in your stomach. you finally reach his dormitory. you open the door and lead him inside. he stumbles over to his bed, recognizing that this was his bed and his things. he basically throws himself onto the bed and pushes his face into his pillow. he's sweaty, and his breath is becoming heavy by the second. fortunately, there was a random cup of water on a small table. you pick it up and walk over to his bed.
you sit on the edge and place his cup on his nightstand. he heard the cup be placed, so he flipped over and grabbed it. he chugged the water, just how he did with the vodka. he lets out a sigh as he finishes it.
i sit and listen...
"thank you.." he says softly, avoiding your gaze. he was embarrassed that the girl he "hated" was helping him.
why was she helping him after all he's made her go through? he didn't understand.
"um y/n..?" draco said, just before you were going to get up and go to the restroom.
"yeah?" you say, not really wanting to go pee now.
"why-why'd you help me?" he asked.
you never really expected him to ask that. you knew the reason why. you liked him. even what he does to you, you always fell in love with him even more. your friends thought you were crazy, but they didn't know what love felt like.
you shrug, "well no was else was."
he scoffs softly, "i know that. but why did you help me? i could have handled the whole situation by myself y'know."
you laugh softly, "sure you could've."
he chuckles back and smiles. "yeah your right."
"but, i've put you through so much. you hate me."
you watch him, never knowing that he was that aware of her behavior towards him. he knows that your put through a lot. he knows.
you shrug again, "draco i know you've put me through a lot. but that doesn't mean i don't care."
his eyes widened, almost like he's never heard those words before. his family was wrecked, so who knew if anyone that he knew really cared about him.
"you-" he's unable to speak, "you care about... me?"
you felt so bad for him. was that the first time anyone's ever said that to him? little did you know, but you were draco's world. he loved you, but he didn't understand how his feelings came out as bullying. that moment of you and him, draco realized that his feelings for you were real. his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
"of course i do. i've always had, but i never really showed it." your cheeks as well turned pink.
"i- i don't know what to say." draco said. he reached out and held your hand.
this was his chance. his chance to confess his years of feelings for you. he had a strong hope in his heart that you felt the same.
"y/n i've- i've always liked you. ever since the first year. i thought you were the most beautiful girl i've ever seen. and i still think that now. your everything to me y/n, you keep me going. i don't know why my feelings for you came out as tormenting you. i feel so guilty. i promise for the rest of my life, ill make it up to you. i promise."
there's tears in your eyes and his. draco's bottom lip is trembling, his face red, the reality hitting that he just confessed all of that to you. you were speechless, all you did was watch draco. you barely could see him, with the tears filling up in your eyes.
you grabbed his head and pulled him into a soft kiss. a kiss that both of you have been longing to have for years. he became more desperate, and so did his kiss. his hands went to your neck and waist, and yours went into his ungeled hair. he groaned into the kiss. the kiss became passionate again, and it became more soft.
you two finally pulled away. you wanted to be with him forever. and so did he. all he wanted was you. he wanted to hold you in his arms forever and kiss you till he couldn't. he grabbed your waist and pulled you into his chest. you laid your head on his chest. your legs were intertwined with his, and his thumb was caressing your arm. he kissed your head.
"i love you y/n.." he whispers.
"i love you too draco.." you whisper back.
from then on, draco kept his promise. he was going to make it up to you until you two died. the rest of the years at hogwarts, you and draco were in a happy and caring relationship. after you two graduated, he proposed to you.
i know my love should be celebrated, but you tolerate it
you said yes of course.
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Y/n: I can’t believe I agreed to this.
Hermione: This was your idea.
Y/n: I can’t believe you agreed to this.
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SANTA, TELL ME. draco malfoy
( master list )
IN WHICH… Draco Malfoy no longer enjoys Christmas, especially not when he has to stay at Hogwarts while all his friends are gone. But a certain bright-eyed Hufflepuff is glad to keep him company.
( draco x hufflepuff! reader )
“Santa, tell me if he really cares. ‘Cause I can’t give it all away if he won’t be here next year.”
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Draco couldn’t remember when he had started to dislike Christmas. Maybe it was during his second year when he had to stay at Hogwarts for the winter and ever since then, he was required to do the same every year.
Draco mindlessly stared at the wrapped gifts his parents had sent him early. The cold Slytherin room was empty, everybody but Draco at home with their families.
The blond teenager was curled up on the soft couch, listening to the fire crackle and watching as the logs burned. Having had enough of wallowing in self pity, Draco slipped into a thick blazer and walked out of the common room.
He wandered around the halls, the sound of loud and joyful laughter catching his attention. He peeked out of the window, his nose slightly wrinkling when he saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. They were with two other girls that weren’t that annoying know-it-all, Hermione Granger.
Draco recognized one of them as Y/N L/N, a Hufflepuff who was unusually good at potions. The other girl was a dark-haired Ravenclaw with a stern beauty that contrasted Y/N’s soft features.
The group of four were playing in the snow, throwing it at each other and laughing when their noses turned red from the cold.
Y/N wore her yellow scarf which sorely clashed with her tight blue and white striped blouse, greyish-brown skirt, and puffy white jacket. She seemed to have fleece lined tights on because she wasn’t shivering.
Draco tore his eyes away from the happy friends and frowned. Even with his companions, they were never that carefree. But how Draco wished they could be. It must be great not having to worry about your every move and who you were friends with, who you liked, and who you were going to marry.
In a way, he envied Y/N. She was a pureblood brought up by muggle parents with no harsh expectations or demands.
On paper, she was a sacred pure but in every Slytherin’s eyes, she would always be an outcast. She was at every prestigious party in her bright and stunning yellow dresses, effortlessly sticking out like a sore thumb.
Draco released a sigh and ran a hand through his blond hair. He didn’t know what to do with Blaise and all his other friends gone. He had heard Nott was going on a trip to Paris. Wonderful.
Pansy was going to Italy.
Crabbe and Goyle were planning to visit a famous restaurant in London.
Millicent Bulstrode was going to New York.
And Matteo… the poor son of Lord Voldemort was stuck in the same orphanage his father had landed in decades ago. In the same room too.
Draco walked with no destination in mind until he ended up at the front gates of Hogwarts. He looked up, staring as the snowflakes dropped. Slowly, he stepped forward into the thick snow. He sank down into it and the cold offered a strange sense of comfort.
He had not been planning to go outside so he was wrongly dressed. Draco shivered slightly as the snow landed on his pale face. His cheeks were flushed red and his hands felt frozen. He wouldn’t be surprised if they were.
“You’re going to catch a cold.”
Draco hadn’t even noticed Y/N approaching him, her scarf in her hand. “If you plan to stay outside,” She uttered, trying to hand him the yellow clothing, “At least wear this.”
Draco looked her up and down, wondering why she was even talking to him. All he did was bully her friends, at least the ones in Gryffindor. Draco and his posse seemed to leave everybody else alone.
“You helped me last month. So I’m returning the favor.” Y/N brightly smiled and Draco felt his face heat up, much to his dismay.
Draco thought for a moment before he realized what Y/N was talking about. It was true, he had helped her but only because that boy who was trying to flirt with Y/N was making a fool of Slytherin and he didn’t approve of making girls uncomfortable.
“Ah.” Draco murmured, staring down at the scarf. He slowly reached out to grab it. “He deserved it.”
“Matteo punched him.” Y/N piped up, reminding Draco of what had happened. Yes, Matteo had punched the idiotic boy while Draco stood on the sidelines, merely watching. “His nose started bleeding. I’m all for defending people but was that necessary?”
“He’s done it before. Matteo only wanted to teach him a lesson. Sexual harassment is no joke. That boy has tried peeking up girl’s skirts so my statement still stands. He deserved it.” Draco uttered it more firmly this time.
“Where is Matteo anyway?” Y/N looked around, trying to catch a glimpse of the brunette boy. “I thought he would’ve stayed behind.”
“I’m not sure why he went back to the orphanage.” Draco wasn’t the best at small talk, especially not with friendly people. But Y/N didn’t seem to notice as she rambled on.
She was relatively good friends with Matteo. She was one of the few who could get away with talking to him and not receiving a glare in return.
“He told me he was staying behind but maybe he didn’t want to be alone again, since he assumed you were leaving too. He kind of envies you and your family trips. He’s envious because you actually have a family.” Y/N paused, slowly covering her mouth. “Ah… I wasn’t supposed to tell you that… sorry.”
She lifted her head, locking gazes with Draco. “You’ll… keep this between us, right?” She sheepishly smiled, “I swear I don’t usually spill people’s secrets…”
Draco shrugged. “I wouldn’t be able to do much with that information anyway.” The blond hair turned around to walk away, but he realized he was still holding Y/N’s scarf. “I changed my mind. I’m going back inside. I assume you’ll be staying out here for a while so take this back. We don’t want you to freeze.”
Draco wrapped Y/N’s scarf around her neck, nodding. There was a slither of a smile on his lips before he spun around and strutted off.
“Why were you talking with Malfoy?” Harry approached Y/N as soon as Draco left.
She hummed in surprise and slightly jumped. “What? Oh. He’s not so bad. He’s actually… somewhat nice.”
Harry scoffed and rolled his emerald green eyes. “Malfoy? Nice? As if. Anyway, we’re going to walk around the pine woods. Wanna join?”
Y/N shook her head and beamed. “No. I’m good. I’m a little tired so I’ll see you inside.” Harry smiled back at her before jogging over to Ron and Anna, the Ravenclaw girl.
Y/N pushed past the large wooden doors, walking back into the warmth of the Hogwarts castle. The fire in the Great Hall crackled as Y/N entered, intent on warming her hands. But she found Draco standing in front of the Christmas tree, staring at it in wonder and awe and sadness.
“It’s pretty, isn’t it?” Y/N snuck up behind Draco, startling him.
“Jeez! Merlin’s sake, L/N, don’t sneak up on me like that!” Draco stormed out of the Great Hall while Y/N poured and huffed.
“Hmph. What’s his problem? He was fine before.” She shook her head in annoyance as she warmed her freezing body by the fireplace. “Slytherins really are bipolar…”
Though, Y/N couldn’t help but feel sorry for Draco. She knew he was the only one in the common room because Matteo had told her everybody always went home. Pansy confirmed it.
Y/N and Pansy weren’t close but they had worked on a group project together and for along relatively well. Unbeknownst to Y/N, Pansy tried her best to hate the kind Hufflepuff but she never could.
Y/N could hear footsteps approaching the hall and assuming it was Harry, Y/N didn’t turn around. She should’ve because as soon as she caught sight of blond hair in a reflection, she knew it was Draco.
“Come to yell at me some more?” She asked, a joking tone to her question.
“You helped decorate the Great Hall, right?” Draco inquired, getting straight to the point.
“Yeah, I guess so. Why?”
“I need you to decorate the Slytherin common room.” Draco held up a pouch of money, “I’m willing to pay.”
Y/N glanced at him as he jingled the coins. She shrugged. “Nah. I’ll do it for free. Let’s go!” She linked arms with Draco and dragged him to the supply closet where the extra decorations were being been kept.
“Why do I need to help you?” Draco grumbled as Y/N shoved the boxes into his arms. She huffed.
“What? You think I could carry all this by myself? Hey,” She poked Draco’s shoulder, “There’s things even I can’t do alone. Besides, you’re strong. Use it for something helpful.”
Y/N turned away, which relieved Draco because he refused to let her see his flushed cheeks.
“Wow, it really isn’t decorated at all. That’s surprising, especially on Christmas Eve. The Hufflepuff common room is almost too shiny with all the tinsel.” Y/N looked around the Slytherin Chamber in disappointment. At least they had their Christmas tree up, though it was a very sad and bland one. She frowned. “How do you guys live like this?”
“I helped you carry the boxes. I trust you’ll be able to do the rest.” Draco dropped the boxes full of decorations and hurried off.
“Huh? Wait! You don’t expect me to do it alone! I need to socialise! I’ll die if I don’t talk to people!”
Draco slammed his dorm door shut, making Y/N sigh. “He’s only nice when Matteo is around.” She mumbled, “Does he have a crush on him or something? I wouldn’t be surprised. He keeps turning down girls, even Pansy. And she’s gorgeous.”
Y/N sorted through all the tinsel, sighing. “I suppose if I were a boy, I’d go for Pansy. Or Hermione. Maybe Luna?” She picked all the green tinsel strings, making sure to leave every single red-colored one in the box.
“Daphne Greengrass or whatever her name is would be a good choice too.” Y/N uttered as she wrapped the green tinsel around the stair rail. “Hm, who else? Ah! Cho Chang! Cedric sure is lucky to be dating her. I’m almost jealous!”
Y/N sighed as she hung ornaments on the lonely Christmas tree. “Ginny would also be on the list I guess. She’s a total badass. Why won’t Harry notice her? If I were him, I’d fall in love instantly.”
She checked fireplace, and made sure to add some more wood to the flames to keep them ignited. “Pansy, Hermione, Luna, Daphne, Cho, and Ginny. A strong lineup. What about the boys? Matteo is handsome but I only see him as a friend. Lorenzo I would get with. Cedric? Maybe. Oliver? Yes. Dating Harry or Ron would be a little weird so maybe not. Besides, I ship Hermione and Ron.”
This went on for quite some time. Y/N had made amazing progress while talking to herself. The chamber was almost unrecognisable. Draco, who was cooped up in his room, clenched his jaw. He was covering his ears, trying to ignore Y/N’s annoying rambling.
But she kept talking. Over and over again. About useless topics too. Finally, Draco had enough. He pulled open his door and was about to yell something until he heard Y/N mention his name.
“Draco? Hm… I don’t know. Am I supposed to call him Malfoy? I feel like we’re on relatively good terms. Would I date him? A solid maybe. He’s so handsome but he’s a little bipolar. If only he was a little nicer. I wouldn’t mind kissing him.”
Draco slowly lifted his head, hanging onto every word Y/N spoke. If he was a little nicer… she’d kiss him?
“I’m going out. The room looks great. Thanks, Y/N.” Draco hurriedly grabbed her hand, pressing an innocent kiss to her knuckles before he hurried off.
“Did he… just say thank you?” Y/N huffed in disbelief. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard his say that.” She looked at her hand, still able to feel the ghost of Draco’s lips against her skin.
Draco had never been a nice person from the start but he figured the way to Y/N’s heart was to get on neutral terms with Potter.
Speaking of the devil, Draco could see Harry, Ron, and Anna walking into the castle.
“Morning, Potter.” Draco uttered as he passed the trio, trying his best not to scowl. “And Weasley and, I’m sorry, I don’t know your last name but I like your black hair.”
Once Draco was out of earshot, Ron and Harry shared a disturbed look. “Was he… poisoned or something?” Ron asked, “I prefer when Malfoy’s mean! It’s scary when he’s nice.”
“Hey, guys!” Y/N jogged towards her friends, wildly waving at them. “Have you guys seen Draco?”
“Yeah. He went that way. But he was acting super weird. What did you say to him to make him greet us and tell Anna he likes her hair.” Ron scoffed, “Or did you slip a potion into his drink?”
“Huh? I didn’t say anything!” Y/N exclaimed. She paused. “Oh… well, I did say I would kiss him if he was a little nicer. But I was talking to myself.”
“Bloody hell, Y/N.” Harry uttered. “Malfoy probably fancies you.”
“What?” Y/N tilted her head to the side.
“If you think about it, it makes sense.” Anna retorted. “I mean, he’s always trying to talk to you. He doesn’t bully you and he seems to stay away from bullying your friends as well. I mean, Harry and Ron and ‘Mione excluded.”
Y/N sighed. “That doesn’t prove anything. Do you know where he went? I need to ask him about the decorations. I’m decorating the Slytherin chamber.”
“He walked outside. Probably to Hogsmeade to go on a shopping spree for himself.” Ron quietly scoffed.
“Tell me if you see him, ‘kay?”
“Yeah, sure.”
Y/N walked back to the chamber, staring at the work she had done. The Slytherin common room looked much more comforting and welcoming now. She smiled proudly, placing her hands on her hips.
“Looks good, Y/N.” She happily high-fived herself. Y/N sat down on the couch, slightly slouching. She waved her wand around while mumbling a small charm, smiling as snowflakes floated around.
Hours eventually passed and Draco still hadn’t returned. Y/N had finished decorating and she had refurbished the fire as well. She was so bored she eventually found a way into Draco’s dorm and cleaned it too.
“Santa, tell me, if you’re really there. Don’t make me fall in love again if he won’t be here next year.” Y/N quietly sang, humming the beat to the muggle song. She had went to fetch Hermione’s gift, a small radio that played all kinds of songs. Y/N was enjoying it very much.
She grinned as she happily swung her legs. She stood up to check on the fire, slightly dancing.
The chorus played again, and this time Y/N sang louder.
At that time, Draco walked in. He froze, watching as Y/N surprisingly hit all the high notes in the Ariana Grande song.
Draco slowly smiled, strutting towards Y/N. He tapped her shoulder, “You’re a good singer.” He complimented her.
“Oh… thanks. What took you so long? I finished ages ago.”
“And you didn’t leave?”
“I, uh… didn’t wanna leave you alone.” Y/N sheepishly smiled. “Oh, what’s that?” She pointed at the bag in Draco’s arms. “A gift for your friend?”
“I guess you could say that… but she’s not really my friend. More like someone I owe.” Draco held out the bag, shoving it into Y/N’s hands. “For you. Merry… early Christmas.”
Draco looked away, trying to his his reddening ears.
Y/N tilted her head to the side before she opened the bag, gasping softly. “What the… Draco… this must’ve cost a fortune.” Inside was a freshly pressed Burberry blazer.
“I overheard that you were going to Paris in Winter next year and it snows there occasionally, so I bought you something to keep you warm.”
“Oh… it’s lovely, Draco.” Y/N smiled, feeling the fabric. “I love it. Thank you… so much.” She couldn’t contain her laugh of happiness.
“That’s not all.” Draco reached in, pulling out a jewelry box. “Vivienne Westwood.” He uttered, showing her the beautiful silver necklace.
Y/N gasped again. “You didn’t have to do this… you spent way too much money, Draco.”
“I wanted to do this. Consider it my thanks for decoration. It looks great. Turn around so I can put this on you.”
Y/N slowly spun around, feeling Draco’s cold hands against her neck. He gently pushed her hair aside, lingering for a moment too long. He put the necklace around her neck, carefully clasping it.
“Thank you.” Y/N grasped the pendant, smiling. “I love it. And I love the blazer too.”
Draco was still standing behind her, not wanting to move as he inhaled the smell of her sweet perfume.
“Y/N.” He whispered, “Can I…” Draco hesitated, “Can I kiss you?”
“What?” Y/N turned around in shock, staring at him with wide eyes. Draco, misunderstanding it as rejection, frowned.
“Sorry. I just blurted it out. I didn’t mean it.”
The clock in the common room loudly chimed as it reached twelve o’clock, a reminder of what day it was now. Christmas.
Y/N reached out, grabbing Draco and pulled him forward. She quickly kissed him and shyly pulled away, her cheeks flushed bright red just like Draco’s ears.
“Merry Christmas, Draco.”
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oh, to be in love
LOVE INTEREST X READER
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.” ― Alfred Tennyson
notes: the way that I teared up reading love quotes to pick for this lol. anyway shoutout to anyone who can make you feel this way bc they deserve it
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"I love you." The words rang in your ears and settled in the warmest, softest part of your body and soul. It was the feeling of riding rollercoasters and having your body anticipate the first drop but still be shocked by the thrill of it happening. It's only three words. The phrase had been spoken to you — around you— for 20 years, but hearing it with your body pressed against theirs meant something more. You'd read a million romances and watched thousands of hopeless pairings find their way to each other. You'd closed your eyes a hundred times and imagined a future with the 'perfect' someone. All of it was sweet and romantic, but this was better. 
You'd fallen for others in the past, taken part in one-sided sob stories more times than you'd like to admit, and ached for love. You've run to catch falling stars and been willing to touch the sun's core for people other than them. That was infatuation, but this was love. 
The feeling of being in love with them is unexplainable in words. It's closing your eyes when songs that remind you of them comes on, and then, you play a film of memories of them. It's watching a movie a hundred times before but getting excited for the big reveal because they've never gotten to experience it. It's the shivers you get when you step out of a warm house on a cold, dewy morning. Being in love with them is living the same way you have for 20 years, but now you cry at love songs because you relate to them. An anthology of experiences was the closest you could get; even then, something wasn't there. 
Up close and in the warmth of home, the two of you are mundane and far from sappy rom-com couples and their grand gestures. It's being too lazy to make yourself food, so they make it for you. Your relationship is knowing they need time to themselves and giving them space, even though it makes you pout a little. It's 'have fun at work, honey' kisses, saving the last spoonful of ice cream, stealing glances at them when driving, and nagging them playfully. The best part is when you are against them, and when you look up to stare at them lovingly, they're already staring down at you. 
Being in love with them was being in love with your best friend. 
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Me & The Devil - Chapter 1
(Severus Snape X Female Reader)
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Description: You're a naturally gifted Legilimens, leading to Dumbledore recruiting you to join the faculty at Hogwarts in order to help protect Harry Potter and defend Hogwarts, before eventually recruiting you into The Order of The Phoenix.
However the longer you spend at Hogwarts, the more your feelings for the cold brooding potions master grow, despite your attempt to push them aside.
Notice: Some events in the story play out differently in this fic due to you being at Hogwarts and you being a Legilimens and there's a 7 year age gap between you and Snape. Also this series is going to be partially based off of the books and partially based off of the films
Word Count: 4,320
Warnings: Age gap
This Chapters Song/s:
Hate Myself - Dodie
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You stood in the headmasters office, the autumn sun streaming through the windows.
Besides Severus Snape, you had also discovered- upon first meeting the head master of Hogwarts, that you weren’t able to peer into the mind of Albus Dumbledore either. Because of this, you couldn’t help but feel that same sense of vulnerability you had when first meeting Snape. Defenceless. You’re tools not working. Like a blacksmith with no fire, or like a knight running into battle with a sword but no armour or shield.
“You seem nervous”, Dumbledore's voice pulls you from your thoughts. It's starting to feel as though that’s all people here see you as; a ball of nervousness. It made you feel like a liability rather than someone of help.
“Forgive me, Professor”, you say, attempting to shake off your uneasy aura.
“You needn’t worry. No one else here can read my mind. Rest assured, if I disliked you, you’d know”.
“I feel it’s slightly unfair that you can defend yourself so easily against my abilities, yet you can read my mind so easily”, you laugh at the irony, shaking your head slightly at your predicament.
“I’m not reading your mind. Once you’ve worked in my field for as long as I have, reading people becomes easy. Even without the art of Ligilimency”, Dumbledore chuckled and gestures for you to take the seat opposite him at his desk, to which you comply. “You shouldn’t have to rely on it to make others like you. You can be yourself here”, he reassured you before offering you a bowl of sunny yellow hardboiled sweets. “Sherbet Lemon?”, he offered. You smiled sheepishly and took one from the bowl before placing it in your mouth.
“So, regarding Professor Lupin...”, Dumbledore began. “You’ve spent a lot of time around him these past few weeks. What’s your verdict”.
“He is not working with Sirius Black”, you state clearly. “He is still grieving the loss of his friends and he fears for Harry’s well being. He sees so much of James in him. If he were working with him, he would have slipped up by now”.
Dumbledore gave a single nod before asking, “And what of the other staff?”.
“Nothing to note. The only one I can’t speak for would be Severus. He won’t let his guard down for a second”.
“I’m not concerned with Severus. I trust him. Yet, it wouldn’t hurt if you were to gain his trust”, he hummed, allowing himself to mull over his thoughts. “Yes, I think that would be best. Given his talent for Occlumency and your natural Legilimency gift, as well as him being the Potions Master here at Hogwarts and yourself becoming a teacher of Herbology, the two of you shall be working very closely, I can assure you”.
“Of course. I’ll see what I can do”, is all you said in response, an uncomfortable knot forming in your stomach at the idea of spending so much time with someone you could not read at all.
“I’ll also request he helps you with Occlumency since with the amount of information you’ll be trusted with, we should have you prepared to defend yourself if needed”.
You swallowed thickly at the mention of this but agreed nonetheless.
 
After your first report to Dumbledore, that same night, Snape had approached you after dinner. He pulled you aside as you left the hall, leading you roughly by the arm out of site from the students and other faculty members. You jolted in surprise, initially digging your heels into the ground to prevent you from moving, before realising it was Snape who had your upper arm in a vice like grip.
“For the love of Merlin! You know if you want to talk to a woman, you don’t manhandle her into a quiet corridor”, you grumble as you straightened out your robes, wincing at the residual pain from where Severus had clamped on to your arm. “It makes you seem like some deranged nutcase”.
“Do forgive me. I had no idea you were so sensitive”, he states bluntly, a snarl curling onto his lips as he glanced down at where you nursed your now sore arm, not sounding apologetic in the slightest.
“And I had no idea you were so rough”, you frown, glaring into his deep, dark eyes. You’re about to speak, but Snape beats you to it.
“Professor Dumbledore has asked that I assist you in developing your Occlumency skills”, he drawls before quirking an eyebrow. “I must say, I’m surprised someone so skilled in Legilimency struggles with basic Occlumency”.
“I don’t struggle with the basics”, you snap back, Snape folding his arms in front of himself as he glares down at you. Having him stand within a step of you makes the height difference between the both of you feel much greater, having to crane your head up slightly to meet his cold gaze. “No one taught me... Everyone assumes I’m also naturally gifted with Occlumency too. Not to mention I’ve never had a reason to defend myself against such magic until now”.
Snape tilts his head just a fraction as he watched you, face not changing in the slightest. You wish you could tell what he was thinking. “We begin this weekend. Saturday and Sunday afternoons. We shall continue to meet until I can no longer penetrate that dull mind of yours”, and with that Snape leaves, leaving you with your mouth slightly agape once again, not having expected the added insult. Your temporary shock is then converted into a rage that bubbles under your skin and you storm off to your chamber, hating yourself for not saying anything in response before Snape had stormed away.
 
 A few days later, you and Lupin had been lounging in the staff room, huddled close to the fire place as the weather had suddenly grown much colder.
“Severus has never been good at talking to pretty women... or women in general for that matter”, Remus teased as you ran your hand gently over the bruise that had formed from where Snape had grabbed you.
You shoved the scruffy man playfully, but added with a more serious note, “Don’t say that”. You would agree that Snape wasn’t the best, however you believed that didn’t give Remus the right to tease him.
“You shouldn’t defend him so much, you know”, Remus scoffed.
“I’m not defending him. I just don’t agree with bullying others”, you rolled your eyes playfully.
“I that’s hardly fair when he is the one bullying his students on a daily basis”, Remus shot back.
“I know. I don’t necessarily agree with his teaching methods”, you shook your head. “I know he gives that boy- Neville Longbottom- a hard time. The poor thing”, you frown.
“Yes, he’s had a serious effect on Neville. So much so that his boggart takes the form of Professor Snape”. Your eyes widened at this news. “I must say though, Neville’s use of ‘Riddikulus’ was very amusing to say the least”, he chuckled as he leaned back against the sofa and you allowed yourself to peer into his memory as he recalled it.
 
Snape strode out of the wardrobe, sauntering his way over to Longbottom, a malicious glint in those deep dark eyes. Neville was trembling on the spot, making your heart ache for the boy, wanting to reach out and comfort him more than anything.
Remus called out for Neville to prepare himself and a moment later Neville cast his spell...
“Riddikulus!”
Snape’s regular black robes were replaced by an emerald green skirt and matching blazer, red handbag and an eyesore of a hat with a vulture perched atop it. The class erupted into laughter and an amazed smile flickered across Neville's face before he begins laughing along with his classmates.
 
You found yourself giggling along with Remus at the memory. “It sounds like your lesson was interesting to say the least”, you mused. “I remember the first time I fought a boggart at school”, you began. “It had taken the form of a giant void that slowly grew in size, gradually swallowing up the classroom... the fear of the unknown”, you explained, casting a glance to Remus who seemed fascinated by your tale. “I then used ‘Riddikulus’ to turn it into the night sky, full of stars and fireworks. I didn’t pass since my result wasn’t humour, but oh well”, you laughed off your memory.
‘I bet it looked wonderful’.
A comfortable silence settled over the pair of you as you listened to the fire crackle and roar.
“I can’t believe he’s been spotted near the castle”, you suddenly said, a frown swarming your features. “He really is trying to get to the Potter boy... isn’t he?”.
Lupin looked over your worried features before patting a reassuring hand against yours, much like Minerva had on your first day. “Seems that way doesn’t it”, he nodded. “We have to be on our guard. If Sirius Black was able to escape from Azkaban, who knows what else he’s capable of”, Remus muttered bitterly, before releasing a tense sigh. “But I’m sure everything will be fine. Hogwarts is the safest place I know”.
You couldn’t help but let out a laugh of disbelief as you watched the flames dance around the fireplace. “After hearing what occurred here the past two years?... I wouldn’t be so sure of that”.
 
 
The Friday before your first Occlumency session with Snape , you were teaching your third year class, with Professor Sprout observing the lesson.
You seemed to get along with the majority of the students. Many liked the fact that you had no bias towards any of the four houses since you didn’t belong to one. Many others felt as though they could relate to you more due to you being younger than their other professors. It seemed to make you more relatable and more approachable in their minds.
You had a pot of Niffler’s Fancy on the table, discussing it’s properties and uses, as well as explaining to your class how it’s leaves are known to be used as a form of primitive currency.
“Now, do any of you have an inkling as to why this plant is named ‘Niffler’s Fancy’?”, you ask the class, a few hands shooting up. You noticed one boy raise his arm a little slower than the others, uncertainty written all over his features, but he was trying and you wanted to give him the chance.
‘It’s because nifflers are attracted to shiny and valuable objects and their leaves are like copper’, you could hear his thoughts.
“Yes, Mr Longbottom?”, you called on him.
“Is it because of its leaves?”, he asked more than answered your question.
“You’re certainly on the right track. Can you elaborate why it’s leaves may give it its name?”, you pushed, wanting him to answer correctly. A few other hands shot up to answer around him, but you disregarded them, wanting to give Neville the confidence boost he so desperately needed.
“Is it because nifflers are attracted to valuable objects like gold, silver, bronze, diamonds, and it’s leaves are bronze”, he began to trail off, once again sounding unsure of himself.
“Yes! Exactly, well done Mr Longbottom!”, you praised him, earning a bashful grin from the boy.
As you walked past him later in the lesson, you quietly said to him, “Have more confidence in yourself Neville. You’re smarter than you think”, to which he nodded timidly in response.
The remainder of the lesson ran smoothly. Students taking notes and you answering any questions they had before you then set a short piece of homework to do some further research into what Niffler’s Fancy could possibly be used for.
“What a splendid lesson! Well done!”, Professor Sprout cheered as the students spilled out of the room, heading back towards the castle.
“Thank you, Pomona”, you said gleefully, pride swelling in your chest as you cleared up the classroom. “The third years are my favourite year group to teach. They’re all so wonderful”, you gushed.
“Yes, they are quite a talented bunch”, Pomona agreed, helping you to clear the last few bits. “Since you’ve got a free period, would you mind running a few ingredients down to Severus in the dungeons”. You cringed at the thought, not wanting to have to interact with the berating potions master unless absolutely necessary. Pomona must have noticed your reaction as she then said, “Come on, stay professional. He’s not that bad”. She quickly made her way to her stock cupboard and pulled out a few jars of various ingredients; mandrake root, wormwood and wolfsbane were a few you recognised. “The sooner you take these to him, the sooner you can leave and carry on about your day”.
“You’re right”, you exhale, running a hand through your hair. She made a strong point. This was part of your job. You had to remain professional.
Pomona places the jars in your arms and before you know it, you’re sent on your way to the dungeons.
 
It was cold down in the depths of the castle and a damp smell lingered in the air. You couldn’t help but wonder how the Slytherin students could stand having their common room down here. You walked along the dark hallways, searching for the correct class room, following the faint sound of bubbling cauldrons. Eventually you found the man you were looking for.
You peered through the doorway to the class, spotting Severus looming over his students, circling around them like a vulture. He was watching their every move, like he was waiting for one of them to make a mistake, or perhaps in attempts to prevent one from happening. Once again, you couldn’t tell. The man was unreadable.
Surprisingly, it was a handful of the students in the class who noticed your presence first as you stood in the doorway.  The others remained focused on their work. Their minds either thinking about how much they disliked the lesson they were currently in, how much they disliked Snape, or how they were riddled with stress and anxiety about ruining their concoction.
Once Snape had noticed eyes lingering on the doorway to his classroom instead of their cauldrons, his eyes snapped to you. Eyes narrowing in your direction.
“I have some ingredients for you, Professor Snape”, you said simply, gesturing to the multiple jars in your arms.
Snape stormed towards you, and you decided to meet him half way. “Would you mind not distracting my students from their studies the next time you deliver ingredients to me”, he grumbled, taking three jars from you.
‘He’s so rude-‘, ‘I can’t believe he said that-‘, ‘but she’s so nice-‘.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes in disbelief as you followed Severus to one of the many shelves lining the class. “I am in no way trying to distract your pupils, Severus. Although if you do have an issue with my presence in your classroom, perhaps next time you need your potions ingredients you should retrieve them yourself”, you shot back, earning a deathly glare from the potions master in return as he snatched the remaining jars from your grasp. But he didn’t say anything, no harsh retort. It was probably because he knew you had a point.
‘It’s like watching an angel and a demon trying to have a conversation, or like an overgrown bat and a princess’.
You were unsure which one of the students it had been to think this, but you had to bite your lip harshly, a giggle threatening to bubble up your throat and fill the silent classroom. Snape quirked a brow at you’re sudden amusement and asked, “Amused are we?”.
“No, no, no, Severus”, you attempted to silence the laugh that was tickling the back of your throat.
There was a moment of silence as he glanced over your features, before he uttered, “get out of my classroom”. Though his words held no hostility, they did carry a strong unamused tone.
As you left, you muttered under your breath, “A simple thank you would have been nice”, rounding the corner and disappearing out of site from the potions master, happy to be leaving the dank dungeons.
 
But you would be back there.
 
Less than twenty-four hours later.
 
You sat on a stool in Snape’s classroom on the chilly Saturday afternoon, Severus paced in front of you with folded arms, his gaze once again so intense it made you want to curl in on yourself. You hated it. You hated yourself for allowing him to make you feel that way. You felt like he was peering into your very soul, and your ‘lesson’ hadn’t even started yet.
“I shall attempt to penetrate your mind. And you shall attempt to stop me”, he instructed sharply and clearly, making you feel as though you were back at school again. “We shall start with the basics and build up your resistance from there”.
You couldn’t deny the tension that hung in the air, it feeling so thick that it was almost suffocating.
“Okay”, you say, preparing yourself.
Occlumency was easy in theory, yet putting it to practice was a completely different matter.
Snape came to a stop in front of you as he pulled his wand from the inner pocket of his robes and pointed it in your direction. You felt your throat go dry and your pulse rise. For the first time since you had entered his classroom, the two of you locked eyes.
You felt like a deer in headlights.
Like a lamb come face to face with a wolf.
 Like standing on the edge of a precipice before the fall...
“Legilimens”
Snape felt everything. Your fear and anxiety. The chill against your skin from the colds of the dungeon. How his eyes on you made you feel as though you were made of glass and he was staring straight through you.
You attempted to go numb. Letting go of everything. Pretending that none of those feelings existed. Embracing the cold and allowing yourself to take a breath... Relax.
Snape finally withdrew.
You took a moment to compose yourself, feeling a little self conscious and embarrassed.
Severus’ gaze flickered from you to the floor then back to you, his features expressionless.
You both remained silent until he finally spoke. “You were too slow to respond. You have to be quicker. You must shut off everything immediately”.
“I know”, you sighed, wrapping your arms around yourself, more for comfort than warmth.
“Again”, Snape ordered before once again casting his spell.
“Legilimens”
He felt the twinge of embarrassment you now felt, the chill of your skin, before you  managed to shut him out.
“Quicker!”, he snapped, making you feel like a child being scolded by their teacher and causing a searing anger to begin simmering within you.
Once again, Snape invaded your mind.
“Growing a little frustrated are we?”, he taunted but you chose to ignore his comment, instead focusing on pushing your emotions down, burying them deep within you.
You focused on your heart rate and took a deep breath in, allowing your mind to go empty. You closed your eyes and pictured nothing, letting the empty blackness  consume your vision. Slowly you released your breath, feeling your heart beat beneath your chest at a steady pace.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
As you slowly opened your eyes, your line of sight instantly connected with Severus’ once more. You wondered what lay beneath the dark depths of his eyes. You had to admit, despite his awful personality, you found Snape fascinating.
“Legilimens”
This time, there was nothing. You were like a void. An abyss. He couldn’t feel anything as you sat, staring at him, your defences unwavering. The only thing he could feel was the cold dungeon air against your skin.
Eventually, Snape’s posture relaxed, lowering his wand as the tension seemed to leave his shoulders. “It seems as though you can manage the basics”, he drawled, glowering down at you.
“I did tell you, I don’t struggle with the basics. I just haven’t had much practice”, you challenged him, his face unchanging. More silence followed. It seemed as though that’s all your conversations were when Snape wasn’t trying to insult you. Silence.
“Is this why you’re always so stoic?”, the question had slipped past your lips before you truly contemplated what you were asking. “Are you always making use of your Occlumency skills; completely shutting yourself off from your emotions to prevent anyone from peering into how you’re truly feeling or what you’re thinking?”, you asked, trying to quench that curiosity that brewed away in your mind as to who this man truly was; why he acted the way he did; what he thought. However, you knew you had made a mistake when Snape chose not to respond.
“I can’t say I blame you”, you added awkwardly, trying to relieve the tension. “I’m aware of what people think of me and my abilities without having to read their minds. People hate it, so I understand why you’d constantly defend yourself from me. Also I’m sure you have other reasons for using Occlumency- ...”, you added with an awkward laugh, yet he still didn’t respond. “I’m sorry, Severus”.
“Stop your rambling”, he spat back.
There was another pause before Snape unfastened his cloak, slowly stalking towards you. You felt your heart beat quicken as apprehension clenched at your stomach, fearing what he would do next, shivering in your seat slightly. With a flourish, his cloak encompassed your being, settling on your shoulders comfortably, shielding you from the cold of the dungeon and providing you with some extra warmth, Severus’ body heat still lingering in the fibres. You watched him, wide eyed and speechless at his action, feeling as though all the wind had been knocked out of your lungs.
“Don’t look at me like that”, he growled as he fastened the clasp around your neck. “It’ll be more difficult for you to focus if you’re as cold as a corpse”, he huffed before standing, and returning to his previous place.
“Thank you, Severus”, you say softly in no more than a whisper, like this small act of kindness was a secret to be kept between the two of you.
You wrapped the cloak around you a little more. You assumed it would have a distinct scent; potions ingredients or damp like the dungeons. But it didn’t smell of anything, in the same sense that whenever you arrived home, it smelt like home. Nothing else. The cloak just smelt of him. “Won’t you be cold?”, you asked gently.
Severus looked you over once again, his eyes falling from your face to your frame draped in his cloak and back, before discarding your comment completely.
“Since you seem to be able to manage the basics of protecting your emotions from a legilimency spell, we shall move on to protecting your thoughts and memories. Do as you had before. Allow your mind to go blank. Feel nothing”, Severus instructed carefully. “Legilimens”.
Flickers of the first time you had met Severus danced across the forefront of your mind. His imposing presence looming over you as he scolded you for being a liability. The feeling of shame and hurt washing over you before the vision changed.
You cringed as Severus delved deeper into your mind.
“I’m sorry”.
That familiar voice.
“I just can’t be with someone who knows my every thought”. You could feel your heart shredding at these words, once again.
“Control yourself”, you herd Snape’s words call out. You focused on them, allowing them to bring you back to the present.
You fought to focus on the memory created just moments ago, of Severus wrapping his cloak around you in order to ground yourself in the present, as you repeated his words in your mind.
‘Control yourself’.
As you continued to repeat those two words to yourself, you allowed your mind to empty. Memories attempted to flicker to the foreground, but each time you doused the memory in darkness.
Finally, Snape withdrew from your mind and you let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding.
“Your reaction times are slow”, he mumbled.
“I know. I’m sorry-“.
“Stop apologising and act on it instead”, he snapped while you bit your lip to silence yourself. “With more practice you’ll improve. We will gradually increase the intensity until your mind is impenetrable”, he informs you.
For the next few hours, you repeat these steps; Snape invading your mind; you block him; repeat. By the end of your session, you had actually made some progress.
Before you left, you had unfastened Snape’s cloak from around your shoulders, dusting it off of any marks you may have left on it and admiring the luxurious material as you ran your hand over it.
“It was kind of you, allowing me to borrow this, Severus. Thank you”, you say, offering it back with a bashful smile. “I promise to bring a cloak of my own next time”.
He snatched the item of clothing from you, face unchanging. “Yes, that would be best”, he replied curtly as you made your way to the door.
“Thank you again for the lesson, Severus...”, you said, waiting for the potions master to say something in response. But he didn’t... and with that you left the classroom, leaving Severus clinging to his cloak.
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