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masquerade (part four) (d.m.)

prompt: draco malfoy was your rival in slytherin house. both of you ambitious, bold, and daring. as one of the few pureblood slytherin families left, you promised yourself that you would continue your lineage, but not with scum like malfoy. instead, you would meet a suitor at the annual masquerade ball hosted by the malfoys each year. but what if your prospective suitor is someone you didn’t expect…

warnings: language, mentions of sex, anxiety, tension, nausea, injury (snapping bones)

pairing: draco malfoy x fem! pureblood reader

word count: 7.4k

author note: thank you so much for all the love and support on this series! this is the final part! i hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it! i love you!

Things were over between you and Malfoy. Whatever it was that happened between you two was done with. The ordeal of trying to pretend like there wasn’t chemistry between you two while also hating the other’s guts all while maintaining excellent grades and completing your prefect duties was exhausting. Not to mention the confession that had slipped from your glossed lips that day in the library and Draco not reciprocating feelings was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

That day in the library haunted you. Whenever you closed your eyes you saw the scene unfold. Lips pressed to sensitive skin, muffled moans ringing in your ears, the sensation of his cold, calloused hands running up your thighs as your nails dug into his shoulders. And then it came crashing down. The uncertainty and guilt that clouded his voice and his cold grey eyes empty as they stared at yours, warm and ripe and full of hope. The feeling of bile rising in your throat as he admitted his intentions as hot tears pricked up behind your eyes. For a moment, he looked sorry. But then it was washed away with a shake of his head as you ran away as fast as your legs could take you.

You felt foolish, letting yourself get so carried away with a childish fantasy that someone as evil and cruel as him would soften for someone else. You were destined to be rivals with Draco. It was foolish of you to try and derail that course. Foolish of you to surrender and admit what you were feeling. It told him that he was your weakness and now he could exploit that. Draco Malfoy was your Achilles Heel.

Your friends immediately took note of your change in behavior after that day in the library. How you quietly sulked around the room for an hour, reading and writing in your small leather journal that your mother had gifted you. It was times like this where you needed her guidance most, but you were still scared to tell her what really happened at the ball that night. Instead, you plunged yourself in work to distract you from thinking about him and your feelings. Daphne encouraged you to talk out your feelings; that it wasn’t healthy to keep it all bottled in. You thanked her, but insisted that you rather write your feelings down for now rather than talk about them. In an odd way, seeing your thoughts laid out on a sheet of parchment was more satisfying than talking about it. The way the quill glided over the paper as you wrote down the inner workings of your mind. It was satisfying.

The days trudged by and more time passed, but it was still so difficult to even look at Draco. Even if you had snuck a glance, your heart would sting and your stomach would feel queasy. Your mouth ran dry, your face flushed, and your palms were sweating. And somehow, each time you looked at him, Draco was always looking back. His eyes were cold and dry and empty. He had gone back to the way things normally were between you; hateful and bored with the other. You would instantly look away and shake your head, pushing the intrusive thoughts of him out of your head.

Being in class with him was hard, but completing prefect duties was harder. Soon enough, you couldn’t take it anymore. Being on the same prefect schedule with him was torture, completing your rounds side by side, not a word spoken as you busied yourself with walking ahead of him or walking behind him. His presence made you too self-aware and too nervous to say anything. Eventually, you couldn’t take it anymore. You walked up to Pansy, another Slytherin prefect, and asked if you could switch shifts with her. She happily obliged, “Who’s your partner?”

Swallowing hard and sighing, you responded, “Malfoy” his name like poison in your mouth again. A familiar sensation. You once again hated his guts. It was a familiar, welcoming feeling.

Pansy twisted her brows together, “Oh. Well, I don’t think so anymore. Draco got promoted to Head Boy. Professor Snape came in here weeks ago and gave him the position. I’m filling in for Draco’s position as prefect now. So it looks like we’ll be together regardless doing prefect duties.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. “Wait, wait, hold on. Snape promoted Malfoy to Head Boy?” you spoke in disbelief. First of all, Draco was a horrific prefect, he wasn’t good with the first years like you were, he often used his position to take points away from houses and give points to Slytherin, and not to mention, doled out detentions if he was looked at the wrong way. “There were so many other choices for Head Boy and they chose him? What about Ernie Macmillan? Merlin’s sake, Ron Weasley is a better choice than that! If Granger is Head Girl, you think Malfoy is going to pay attention?” you ranted on and on, completely enraged that Draco had won at something yet again. You understood why Granger got Head Girl instead of you. She was the top student in the class as well as the favorite of Professor McGonagall. But Draco? That made no sense. It was like the universe knew you needed yet another reason to despise him.

Pansy observed your fuming nature as you paced back and forth around the Slytherin common room, biting at your nails as you groaned in frustration. Gently, she reached out and touched your arm. You stopped in your tracks and looked at her concerned eyes for you. You sighed and spoke, “I’m sorry, I’m rambling, aren’t I?”

She gave you a sad half smile. “I may not be as bright as you, (Y/N), but I know when something is bothering my best friend. You’ve been in this mood for weeks. Spending more hours in the library, keeping yourself up with studies, writing in that journal so often, stealing looks at Malfoy when you can, the way you tense up when his name is mentioned...” she speaks as you surrender, giving her hand a squeeze. “I don’t know all the details and I don’t have to, (Y/N). But just know that whatever he did or is doing...he’s a fool. A selfish, cowardly fool. You are so much better than him and you deserve much better than him.”

Her words make your heart warm as small tears form in your eyes. You had been so absent in your friend’s lives recently and yet they were so warm and loving and welcoming when you needed them most. Without saying a word, you pull Pansy into a warm hug as she hugs you tight. “I love you, Pans. Thank you.”

Pansy smiled into your neck as you hugged. “No need to thank me. I love you more.”

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The days continued on and you were feeling better. Seeing Draco in the halls became easier, you no longer tightened your shoulders at the sight of him or held your breath when his name was mentioned in passing conversations. Instead, you made like he wasn’t there. It was much easier that way.

What wasn’t easy was seeing Tracy Davis follow Draco around in the halls like a lovesick puppy. She would link her arm through his, giggling loudly at something he had spoken, dramatically throwing her head back. Part of you knew she was doing this for show, but part of you wondered if she was really happy, if Draco was really happy. Or was this just an alliance they had made against you in order to keep you down and make you feel worse about yourself.

You suppressed those feelings down and jotted in all into your notebook. However, a part of you still felt guilty doing this, especially when your mother asked you in her letters to you how you were, you lied and said you were great and enjoying your seventh year just fine. Lying to your mother felt like you were keeping the dirtiest secret from her. It was eating away at you.

You hovered over your desk in your dormitory as Daphne and Pansy both sat on their beds, doing homework or reading. Daphne noticed you nervously bouncing your leg and playing with the quill in your hand as you stared at the parchment in front of you.

Daphne sat up and spoke, “Is it to your mum?” Without even turning to face her, you shake your head and bite your lip, trying to figure out where to start and how to tell her. “You don’t have to tell her everything, (Y/N). Tell her what you are comfortable sharing.”

Spinning around in the chair you say, “That’s the thing, Daph. I don’t even know what I’m comfortable sharing.” She gives you a sad look as Pansy closes her book and focuses her attention onto the conversation. “My family hates the Malfoy's. If I tell her that I was secretly seeing him here and there sporadically, I don’t know how she’ll react, nevertheless how my father will react...” you trail off. It wasn’t that your parents would loathe you or do anything rash to you. It was the threat of scandal amongst the other pureblood families that scared you. How would other families react to news of a (Y/L/N) having relations with a Malfoy? The threat was enough to keep your silence. You sigh, “I told Draco that day in the library that I was falling in love with him...” Your friends’ eyes widen. “I know, it’s a lot, but it was happening all so quickly and I blurted it out. But it was honest. There’s something about Malfoy that makes me tell him the truth. He’s like a magnet and he pulls it all out of me in one go. I think that’s one of the reasons I can’t stand to look at him. I’m afraid it’ll happen again,” you huff at Daphne and Pansy watch you sadly. “But back on the topic of my parents, I don’t know where to start. There’s so much to tell them.”

And that’s when it hits you. Your leather journal. You had been cataloging everything since the ball in there. There was no need to write a letter to your mother when you could just send her the pages of your journal. You spring to your feet and run to your bedside table, opening your drawer, and ripping out the pages that spoke of you and Draco. Pansy’s eyes widen in shock, “Woah, what’s that for?”

You run back to your desk and grab an envelope and seal it with wax and the stamp of your family’s crest. “No need to write it all down,” you walk to the window where your family’s owl, Athena, is perched, “when it’s already written down, is there?” You flash a smile to Pansy and Daphne, reassuring them that this was exactly what you needed. “Right to Mother, Athena. No time to waste,” you pet her head before she flaps her wings and takes off.

Daphne and Pansy look at you quizzically as you smile. “It’s all written on those pages. Every thought. Every feeling. I want her to know. I need her guidance,” you tell them as they nod. Your mother always gave you the best advice and guidance whenever you needed it most. It always came from a place of fierce love and protection. Her rationale always made you feel better. And right now, you needed that more than ever.

It didn’t take long for your mother to receive your notebook pages and immediately write back to you. In fact, it took less than a day for Athena to be right back on your window sill, perched there with a content look on her face. Hopefully a good omen.

You sat on Daphne’s bed with her and Pansy, all chatting and eating sweets from Daphne’s mum’s care package from a while back. You all turned your heads to Athena and your stomach dropped. Her letter was here.

Springing from the bed, you walk to Athena and gently pluck the note from her beak. “Thank you, Athena,” you stroke her head as she gently coos at you. You walk back to Daphne’s bed and plop down, peeling the wax from the envelope as your heart thumps in your chest.

What could your mother have written? Was she cross about the fact that it was Draco? Was she surprise? Was she scared? Did your father have something to say about this?

Slowly, you unfolded the note and took a deep breath as Pansy placed a reassuring hand on your knee. “Dearest, (Y/N),” you start as you read out...

I knew the instant we got back from the ball that the situation was one that had hurt you deeply. I couldn’t imagine what it could have been; you looked like you were having such fun on the dance floor and with the suitor that you had been talking to. And then it dawned on your father and I that the only reason you would be upset was the suitor was not who you thought it was. It would have been someone you dreaded and there is only one person in the world you feel that way towards.

I didn’t want to say anything to upset you or press you into telling me the details of a conversation you didn’t want to have or were uncomfortable sharing. But I do want you to know that your father and I are not angry at you in any way shape or form. It’s alright that your suitor was Draco and that you felt some connection with him at the ball.

Instantly, you let out a breath and relaxed. She wasn’t cross. You let out a light laugh and continue to read the letter out loud.

What I am surprised over is the fact that you continued to pursue something with him whether you realized it or not. But I should have know. Similar to your father, when you have your eyes on something, you do not give up easily. You fight for what you want until you know you can’t have it. And even then, you don’t back down. You always loved a challenge, something I have always admired about you.

The one thing that scares me, however, about this trait of yours is your liability to get hurt. Like you have. When you do see something you want, my dear child, you put everything on the line. Your feelings, your thoughts, and your heart. It’s such a beautiful thing, to be vulnerable about your feelings, and open to the suggestion of sharing your thoughts and feelings. But someone can take advantage of that as it seems Mr. Malfoy may have.

Here’s what you need to know, my darling. Even though you have laid your thoughts and feelings and heart on the line to Mr. Malfoy, you don’t have to keep them on the line. He doesn’t not control you or your thoughts or your feelings or your heart. You are in control of those things. He cannot tell you how to think or feel or live. You are the one to make those decisions for yourself. Take back your control, darling. I know you can because I have seen you do it time and time again.

I’ve told you this many times and I will say it more and more times until your heart beats to the rhythm of the sentence. You have divine feminine energy within you. Use this to your ability. You have the energy of a thousand suns blazing in your eyes. Use this to your ability. Don’t melt yourself. Melt others with it. I know you can because I taught you how.

(Y/N), I know you are brilliant in every way brilliance can take form. This is a mere set back in the grand life that you have ahead of yourself. I know you will push through this, it is just a matter of are you going to allow yourself to push through it?

As for your relationship with Mr. Malfoy, that is up to you. I can’t tell you how to think, feel, or live, just like he can’t tell you. But if you still find yourself longing for him after more time, then I think you have unsettled business. If he finds himself wanting the same thing...well, darling, I think you have your answer.

And for the record, may I just say, I have never seen you talk or write with such passion about someone like Draco Malfoy regardless of your standing with him at the time. You notice things about him, (Y/N). Just read your own journal. You notice the smallest details about him, the colors in his eyes, the way he talks, the sounds of his footsteps, the canter of his laugh. It’s all written down in those pages. The only time I have experienced passion like that is when your father wrote love letters to me when we were engaged.

Now, my child, I leave you with this. What do you want to do?

If you need me, I am an owl away.

I love you most,

Mum

You close the note before you and just sigh, closing your eyes. Your mother has given you guidance, alright, but somehow you ended up more confused than before. You pull the note again and scan over her words as Pansy and Daphne wait for you to break the silence. Instead of speaking, you throw your head back and groan, flopping onto Daphne’s bed.

The two girls both lightly laugh before Daphne says, “I’ve always loved your mum.”

You playfully slap her with the letter. “Not funny.”

Pansy starts in, “But hear her out, (Y/N). She has a point. About the way you talk about Draco...” She holds up the pages from your journal that your mum sent back as she flips through them. “May I?” she asks, seeing if she can read them out to you and Daphne as you nod your head. “His eyes are ones I can’t forget. To most they are blue. But they’re not just blue. Around his pupils are silver shards that dance around, like ice caps in the ocean. His eyes are cold, but hold so much potential. They melt when he looks into mine. But they don’t just melt for anyone, they melt for me; he melts for me.”

Your two best friends look at you knowingly as you stare at them clueless with a shrug. “That’s poetic as all hell,” Daphne laughs, looking at the journal entries. “Look here! When he speaks to me, the words fall from his parted pink lips either the sweetest nectar or the most bitter poison. Either way, I still listen to him, hanging on every last word to ensure that I absorb it all before I can spit back a response just as witty and charming as his.” Daphne shakes her head. “And you mean to tell me that the two of aren’t smitten?”

You pull yourself up from laying down. “Okay, sure, I write about him nicely, but regardless. He told me he didn’t know what his feelings were towards me weeks ago. I haven’t spoken to him since. And it’s beside the point. He’s moved on with Tracy Davis now. The window of opportunity has slammed shut,” you inform them.

Daphne lets out a wild laugh as you furrow your brows in complete confusion. “Tracy Davis?” she cackles. “Are you daft? He can’t stand Tracy Davis!” she exclaims as you remain confused. “Sure, he and Davis danced with each other at that party and she’s around him, but that doesn’t mean he likes it. He’s been telling her to piss off since she tried spreading a rumor that he kissed her in the library!” she tells you as your eyes widen. This was news to you. “You’re forgetting that I’m also best friends with the dumb blonde bloke,” Daphne smirks. “I have intel.”

“And you didn’t think to tell me!” you smack her arm.

She holds up her hands in defense. “Hey, hey!” she exclaims, “Not anything revolutionary. Draco doesn’t talk about his feelings like that, so I don’t know exactly what he’s feeling,” she says as you groan and Pansy hits her over the head with a pillow. “Ouch! Merlin’s sake! You guys are bitches, you know that?” she rubs her head. “All I know is that he was hoping to find a certain someone in the stands of the quidditch match tomorrow...” she trails off and looks away with a smile on her face.

Your heart starts to flutter and your stomach does a flip as you swallow hard. He wanted you to come to the quidditch game tomorrow. Was he planning on telling you something? An apology of sorts? That was to be suspected after the way he acted weeks ago. “How do I know that he’s not going to be cruel to me again?” you speak wearily look to Pansy and Daphne for support. “I can’t just forget that he quite literally left me high and dry after the incident in the restricted section of the library.”

Pansy furrows her eyebrows in confusion and then her eyes widen. “You didn’t tell me that!”

Daphne hits Pansy in the arm, earning a sharp Ow! from her. “Oh, can it, Parkinson,” she huffs. “I’m not saying you should forgive him right away, (Y/N). He’d be asking for too much. But I’m saying this as both of your friends and for both of your sake’s...hear him out. Listen to what he has to say. And you can move from there. How does that sound?” she asks. You gulp and slowly nod. She was right. You didn’t need to forgive Draco for what he had done, but you did want to hear what he had to say for himself.

“Brilliant,” Pansy smiled. “Now can you please tell me the tiny detail of the two of you banging in the library!” she yells as you laugh.

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You stood in the mirror and looked at yourself, nibbling on your bottom lip, nervous to leave your dormitory and head out to the quidditch stands. The Slytherin scarf draped across your neck felt tight as you loosened it to breathe freely. You flopped your hair to one shoulder as you thought about what was going on happen at the game. But you couldn’t think anymore or else you’d get sick.

“It’s just a quidditch match,” you speak out loud so Daphne and Pansy can hear your thoughts. “It’s just a regular quidditch match.”

Daphne and Pansy look at you with a smile on their face. “Exactly. We’re gonna watch Slytherin kick some major Gryffindor ass and after we will, we’re going to celebrate with loads of fire whiskey and good music. Plus, Jamie sent me a care package with lots of Daisyroot Draught that we can part take in,” Pansy tells you, walking over to the mirror that you stare at, resting her chin on your shoulder. “You look adorable,” she tells you. “Come on,” she giggles. “We wanna get good seats.”

The three of you walk through the castle, chatting about the game, making your predictions of what will happen, who’s going to score first, and making bets on plays. “If the Gryffindor stands chant Weasley at any point in the game, you owe me ten galleons and a chocolate frog,” Daphne tells Pansy.

You laugh, “Yeah, right. In his dreams. If they start chanting his name, I’ll give you fifteen galleons and three chocolate frogs.”

Daphne smiles and extends her hand, “Deal.”

The three of you are too distracted to realize that you are passing the Slytherin locker room before you halt in your tracks when someone crossed your path. The three of you stop in your tracks as your fiery eyes meet his icy ones. You look at his eyes, expecting them to stay still like they have for weeks. But contrary to what you thought, they crack under your heat and gently start to puddle and melt under yours.

Daphne breaks the silence first, “Good luck out there, Malfoy. Don’t let us down.” She smiles at him as Draco meets her gaze and he reciprocates.

“No need to worry, we’ve got a game plan for victory,” Draco tells her as Daphne high fives him. Draco slowly looks back at you as you watch him intently for his next move. “I’m glad you guys came,” he speaks, but his eyes don’t leave yours. They remain on you the whole time monitoring your reaction as you inhale quietly at his words. A small smile plays on his lips before he speaks, “I should get out there. Game is starting soon.”

With a small wave goodbye, he scurries off, catching up to the rest of his teammates as you three continue to walk to the stands. Pansy hits your shoulder teasingly. “Someone looked happy to see you.”

“Oh, shut the fuck up,” you laugh at her.

You and your friends make it to the Slytherin section of the quidditch stands, students of all years gathering to watch the game, hooting and hollering for their house. The excitement in the air was palpable and you couldn’t help but smile. Quidditch matches were always great fun.

Surveying the stands, you try to find other faces that you recognized. That’s when you stumble upon Tracy Davis with #03 drawn in green make up on her cheek. That was Draco’s number. You tap Daphne on the shoulder and nod in her direction. “What the fuck is that?” you ask, genuinely curious. Daph said there was nothing between Tracy and Draco, but this could prove otherwise.

Daphne groans, “You’re bloody kidding me.”

Daphne, with no sense of control, stands up on the the bench and yells out over the crowd. “Oi! Davis!” she screams, drawing everyone’s eyes to Daphne and then to Tracy. “Get Malfoy’s number off your cheek, eh?! He’s got his eyes on someone else and he’s told you he’s not interested! Need I remind you of the little conversation we had three days ago, yeah?” she threatens as Tracy’s eyes go wide before wiping the number off of her cheek with her scarf. “That’s more like it.”

She hops down from the bench as the crowd around her laughs and you blush wildly. “What was that for? And what conversation did you have with Davis that gave her that reaction?”

Daphne smirks, “Let’s just say that if I catch David flirting with Malfoy, she’ll have bigger problems to worry about then me calling her out in front of the student body.” Madam Hooch’s whistle blows. “Alright, now, pay attention, the game is starting.”

Within seconds, the Slytherin quidditch team and Gryffindor quidditch team fly out on their brooms onto the field as everyone begins to cheer. You could feel the adrenaline in the stands. As you clapped, you watched as Draco flew out smoothly on his broom, running his fingers through his platinum hair as you saw his eyes search the stands for someone. His blue eyes scanned the stands quickly before they found yours as you looked back at him. Sighing, you let a small smile creep up onto your lips before a smile appeared on Draco’s. A rosy blush appeared on his cheeks before he looked away quickly and refocusing on the game. Slowly, the same rosy hue appeared on yours and you smiled to yourself.

“Did I just see that right?” Pansy teases as you roll your eyes.

“Oh, would you focus on the game, Parkinson!” you laugh, pushing her arm jokingly as she laughs.

And soon enough, they are off. Draco immediately off to catch the snitch against Harry, the rest of the teams on the field, zooming past on their brooms. Draco flies around the arena on his broom and you can’t help but watch in awe. As much as you hated to admit it, the boy was good. He knew exactly how to maneuver himself in a manner that would get him just ahead of Harry, flying just underneath him before dying upwards to abruptly cut him off. He was a skilled seeker.

The game was going on for quite sometime now and people were biting their nails. There were so many close calls of where the snitch had almost been caught but was just out of reach for Draco or Potter.

You watched intently as green uniforms zipped past maroon ones as the crowd cheered as their beloved quidditch team zoomed by them. “Come on, Malfoy,” you whisper to yourself, watching him as he and Harry bump into each other and push past to catch the snitch.

That was the thing that you noticed about Draco whenever he was doing something that required patience. He would get frustrated. You could see it now as he contorted his face and scrunched up his nose as his eyes darted between the snitch and Potter. The grip on his broom was iron as he continued to soar through the the arena, desperately reaching for the snitch before it zipped another way.

As the game kept on, you nervously danced in your stance. “I don’t know if I can watch,” Pansy nibbled on her painted black nails. “It’s driving me nuts.”

You would agree with Pansy, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the field as Draco continued to zoom back and forth and back and forth, your head growing dizzy by how intently you watched him.

Draco was growing more irritable by the second, you could tell by his body language. His mind was elsewhere as he looked around the field, losing track of the snitch. He wasn’t in the game.

His eyes darted around, but before he could realize, the bludger was hurling towards him at lightning speed. With a hit to the gut, Draco fell off his broom and right onto the grassy ground as the crowd gasped. Your heart sunk and your mind instantly yelled for you to go to him. “Oh, shit,” you whisper as you look at the ground worriedly as Draco held onto his side, writhing in pain, eyes sealed shut. “I have to go to him,” you say without much thought.

Before anyone can protest, you are running down from the stands and to the field as you can hear Madam Hooch blow the whistle and pause the game due to an injury. Draco is immediately taken to the infirmary as you watch him be carried off the field.

You follow the group of mediwitches as they bring Draco to Madam Pomfrey, a few of his teammates alongside him, trying to ease his mind. You could hear Draco speak about how they should put the alternate Seeker in and finish the game. He spoke about how they needed the win, but Zabini kept saying that the game would still be paused until Madam Pomfrey knew he was alright and didn’t break any bones. Draco groaned, insisting that he was fine and that he even thought he could finish the game, but it just earned him laughs.

As they put Draco in a hospital bed, you waited to go in, instead standing outside, biting your nails nervously. He would be just fine, but that didn’t stop you from worrying.

You intently listen in on the conversation happening inside with Madam Pomfrey, Draco, Zabini, and Goyle. You hear Draco groan in pain and Madam Pomfrey state, “Two broken ribs. Nothing too serious, but enough to keep you out for the rest of the game.” Draco tries to convince Pomfrey to let him play, but she just shakes her head and speaks, “Absolutely not, my dear. Can’t risk it. Anyway, boys, hold down, Mr. Malfoy’s arms. This may cause him a bit of pain...Ferula!” she chants as you hear bones snap back into place and Draco cry out in pain which makes you wince at his voice. “There we go. You can let him go, boys, thank you,” she tells him. “Drink this. It’ll help you feel better,” she instructs. “Now, rest. You boys tell Madam Hooch that Mr. Malfoy will be just fine. The game can go on if you see fit.”

Draco sighs and starts devising, “Put Harper in. He’ll be just fine. Keep doing what we’re doing and tell Harper no matter what Potter does to throw him off balance, push through. At the end of the day, Potter doesn’t know his ass from his elbow.” You hear Goyle and Zabini exchange a few words with Draco, making chatter.

Taking a deep breathe, you decide that now was the time to make your presence know. Slowly, you walk into the entrance of the hospital wing and watch as Draco is laid in his hospital bed, Goyle and Zabini at the edge of the bed. Other students are in other hospital beds, either resting or chatting to their visitors. You softly smile as your eyes land on Draco as you see him sitting up, wincing in pain. He tells his friends that he’s fine, but he clutches onto his side and winces. Poor boy.

Slowly, Draco scans the room and his eyes fall on you as they widen. He’s shocked to see you are there to say the least. “Um,” Draco stutters. “You guys should get back onto the field. Remember, play the offensive. Defense will fall back if we need to,” he directs before Goyle and Zabini walk away.

Zabini looks at Goyle knowingly before he looks at you, “(Y/L/N).” He smirks.

You nod, “Goyle, Zabini.”

Goyle smiles, “Have fun.”

You gulp a little before making your way to Draco’s bed and stand by him. “You took a pretty nasty blow, yeah?” you chuckle.

Draco sighs with a small smile, “Nothing I can’t handle.” You just look at him for a moment, the two of you just looking at each other, typical. You look around and spot the chair next to his bed as you point to it, questioning if you can sit with your eyes. “Please,” he tells you.

You sit in the chair beside his bed and clear your throat awkwardly.

It’s silent for a while, neither of you knowing how to start this conversation.

Draco is the first to speak, “I’m glad you came to the game. Even though you left now to come see me, I’m still glad you came.”

“Of course,” you nod your head. “I love watching you play quidditch. W-Well, I mean, everyone I suppose,” you stutter over your words as Draco smiles gently at you.

It’s silent again. This was painful.

Draco sighs, “I obviously wanted to do this in a different setting, but I’m still going to say it.” You swallow hard as you bite down on your lip, waiting to hear what Draco has to say. “I’m a coward, (Y/N). I am. You’ve always been braver than me and I admit it. In everything. You’ve always been bolder, more confident, and more unapologetic than I have been and I’ve always envied you for it in more ways than one,” he speaks. “I’m a coward to not saying anything to you after the ball. I’m a coward for not giving you an explanation for my behaviors. And most of all I’m a coward and a dick for treating you the way I did in the library weeks ago.”

“Draco, I-”

“Please,” he begs you. “Don’t make excuses for me. I know we’ve had it out for each other for years and I guess the night we shared at the ball made me question everything I’ve ever known about our relationship at that scared the hell out of me,” he confesses. He felt that same way that you did, but it was comforting to know that you were both in the same boat. “You were trying to be upfront with me about things and I only played games with you and I’m sorry. The thought of being with someone that I was supposed to hate with every cell inside my body was something that made me sick. I tried to avoid you at all costs, but at the end of the day...I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Your heart beats hard against your ribs and your stomach is doing flips. Your mouth is dry and your mind is mush. Was this real? Draco was confessing his feelings?

“I know our families have vendettas against each other, but I can’t live that that when I know how I feel about you,” he confesses.

A shaky smile appears on your face as you deeply inhale. “And...how is it you feel about me?” you lean in closer, resting your elbows on your knees, propping your head up with your hands teasingly.

This makes Draco chuckle. “Well,” he clears his throat. “I hate the way that you always seem to show up at the most inconvenient times,” he jokes as you giggle. “I hate the way that we get along like a house on fire when we least want to, I hate the way that you know exactly how to push my buttons, but I know exactly how to push them back, I hate the way you can just give me a look and you can have me thinking about that look for weeks,” he breathes as you blush. “I hate the way that I didn’t recognize your beautiful eyes the moment I looked at them in that bloody ballroom,” he tells you. “I hate the way that I didn’t kiss you that night,” he speaks as your heart starts beating faster and harder, you can hear it in your ears. “I hate the way that I didn’t tell you how I felt about you that day in the library.”

You sit up straight and speak with all sincerity in your voice. “Tell me now, Draco,” you speak just above a whisper. “Please.”

He sighs, “I’m not falling in love with you, (Y/N).”

Your heart stops. It sinks into your stomach. The room starts to spin. What?

“Because I’m already in love with you.”

You let out a shaky breath as you chuckle. “Merlin, Malfoy,” you breathe out and shake your head. “I’ll break your ribs again, don’t tempt me.”

Draco laughs, “I’m sure you would, princess.” Your heart flutters at his nickname for you that he had given you weeks ago in the library. “But I do. I’m in love with you. I just didn’t realize it at the time, but it’s true. And I don’t expect you to complete forgive and forget everything that went down between us. But I just want to know that we still have a chance together.” You smile and hold his hand in yours giving it a squeeze, letting him know that this was quite alright. “I don’t believe in fate or destiny,” he tells you, referring back to that first conversation that you had in the gardens at the ball, “But I do believe that night happened for a reason. And you and I are supposed to be here. Together. Now.”

Without saying another word, you lean in and kiss him. Your lips are gentle on his, not nearly as rough or desperate as your other kisses have been. It’s sweet and it’s soft and it’s just as passionate as your others have been. His other hand cups your face and draws you closer to him as he inhales deeply, savoring this moment between the two of you. Slowly, you draw away from each other and press your foreheads against each other, resting there for a moment.

You slowly smile and let out a breathy laugh, “You really drive me mad.”

Draco smiles, “Get used to it. Because I’m not stopping anytime soon, my love.”

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Months have passed. Graduation was complete, you graduated second in the class right behind Granger and Draco not too far behind you. It was something you would hold over his head for the rest of his life and something he would grow to hate (but secretly love how competitive you still were).

It was the summer now, the grass was lush and green in the countryside and white and yellow flowers erupted all over the gardens of the Malfoy Manor. You admired each one as you went for your morning stroll, book in hand as you quietly read to yourself, flipping the pages every so often.

You let the fresh summer air fill your lungs as you smiled to yourself happily. The gentle breeze made the skirt of your sundress dance as you walked through the gardens, letting your finger tips brush the lush brush underneath you. The manor was beautiful in the early afternoon.

As you continued to stroll, you heard, “Love?”

“By the roses, darling!” you called out with a smile in your voice as you heard Draco call out for you.

Soon enough, there he was, dressed in fresh pressed tan trousers and a crisp white shirt. His platinum blonde hair was swept back perfectly as he ran his hands through it. “Hello, gorgeous,” he smirks as he walks up to you, arms wrapping around your waist and ducking his head down to place a sweet kiss to your lips as you smile.

Draco lips danced with a smirk as you furrowed your brows, knowing he was up to something. “What did you do?” you giggle.

He scoffs, “What? I can’t look at you and smile?” He teasingly pokes at your side as you knock his bicep with your book. Draco looks next to him as the erupting rose bush and with a snap of his fingers, a white rose finds its way his hands. “For you, my dear.” Just like he did months ago at the ball. Your heart flutters.

You smile and accept the rose with a kiss on his lips swiftly. “Thank you,” you laugh. Draco links his arm with yours, continuing to stroll through the gardens with you.

“You know the drill,” he sighs. “Rose, bud, thorn. Hit me with it.” Smiling, you think, “Rose. It’s really a perfect day outside. I’m delighted to spend the day out here. Bud. I’m looking forward to my parents’ arrival at the manor today. And I don’t think there is a thorn today. So far, so good.” Draco smiles at you and kisses your temple. “Your turn.”

He thinks. “No thorn for me either. Rose is spending the day with your parents. Bud is only two more weeks until I get to call you Mrs. Draco Malfoy,” he pulls you closer to his side. He holds your left hand up so he can see the ring that he had placed on your ring finger just three months before. The ring glimmered in the sunshine as he inspected it. “I did quite a bloody good job, didn’t I?” he praises himself as you roll your eyes.

But he was right. The ring was beautiful (and large). A beautiful diamond set in the middle of two emeralds. Draco had gotten the ring custom made for you. He had taken the mask that you had worn to the masquerade ball and had the ring made from the jewels on the mask. The sentiment was enough to have you a crying, babbling mess when he told you after he had proposed.

Draco had proposed right after you graduated. He wanted to get married and start your lives together as soon as possible. He had proposed in a very subtle way, but you couldn’t ask for anything more. Draco had taken you to a beautiful flat in the heart of London. It overlooked the city and had copious amounts of space. That’s when he told you that he had bought it for the two of you. It was close enough to Healer School and St. Mungo’s so you could both study and then work couldn’t be too far. It had a large master bedroom, a guest room, an office, and another smaller bedroom that Draco suggested could be a nursery. And that’s when he got on one knee and asked you to be his forever.

You smiled at your fiancé. “You did a lovely job, darling,” you smiled up at him, running your fingers through his hair. “Good Godric, I love you so much.”

“I love you so much more than that,” he challenged as you rolled your eyes. “Forever and always, my love.”

Your heart fluttered at the thought. Forever and always with Draco Malfoy. If you had told yourself at the beginning of the year that you would be engaged to your sworn rival, you would have laughed in your own face. But the now, you couldn’t imagine doing life without him.

If this wasn’t proof that destiny or fate existed, you didn’t know what did.

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Harry Potter Masterlist 1

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The Fourth Champion Masterlist

Harry Potter

Trapped-You’re trying to study, but Harry has other plans....

He Knows- You spend Christmas with Harry, but Sirius doesn’t know you’re dating...

His World- Harry doesn’t care that Snape’s your father....

Relax**- Harry’s stressed beyond belief....

A Few Firsts- Harry finally musters up the courage to ask you out....

A Lifetime Of Love- Harry’s never been told those 3 little words...

Can’t Hurt Us Anymore- Despite Voldemort’s death, Harry’s still afraid.

Character Kinks

Just Feel**- Dumbledore’s lessons are too much....

Dreams**- Harry had a dream....

Spin The Bottle**- A game of spin the bottle reveals some long dormant feelings..

Today’s About You**- It’s Harry’s birthday...

Fought and Won**-The war is over...

Nothing Can Keep Us Apart**- Harry comes to you after the final battle...

Better Than Your Dream**- You make his dream come true...

Halloween- Halloween is a difficult day for Harry...

Regret (TW: SUIDIDE)- He feels nothing but stinging regret...

No One Could Compete- Harry gets inside his head sometimes...

Control**- He needs to feel in control...

Tomorrow**- There’s 2 sides to Harry...

Sex w/ Harry HCs**

Beautiful**- Harry’s always thought you couldn’t be more beautiful... he was wrong

That Good**- Whatever’s making you this needy today, Harry’s not questioning it

Better Than A Dorm**- After the Yule Ball, you know exactly where to go for a little alone time with your love....

Eighth Year- Harry returns for his eighth year..

Need You Now**- You finally get the chance to have him....

I’m Not Like My Father- You knew your relationship couldn’t stay secret forever

So Much More- After the Department of Mysteries, Harry feels conflicted...

Don’t Be Quiet**- Your kids are with Ron and Hermione for the weekend...

Home To You**- After busting a cell of Death Eaters, Harry comes home...

Disrespect**- Punishments can end in pleasure...

Hermione Granger

Hermione Granger Smut HCs

James Potter

Broken Trust- James just couldn’t keep his mouth shut...

He’s Ready- After Voldemort attacks, James raises his son...

James Potter Smut HCs**

James As A Husband HCs

Lily Evans

Lily Evans Smut HCs**

Lily As A Wife HCs

Being Best Friends w/ Lily HCs

Fluffy/Random Lily HCs

Fred Weasley

Can’t Believe He’s Gone- Fred is there after your father’s death.

A Weasley In A Bookstore?- Fred sees the book you’ve wanted for weeks

Contradictions- Umbridge is just too much for Fred...

Redder Than His Hair- Y/N is shy, Fred is not

Amortentia’s Got Nothing On You- George’s usual teasings feel different on opening day.

Blame It On The Chocolate- Fred and Y/N and their late night O.W.L cramming

Now We Know**-Both you and Fred have wanted to try this for a while...

Intense**- Fred knows how to be intense..

Unattached**- You’re not a couple, that’s for sure.....

George Weasley

Quarantined w/ George HCs

May 2nd- On the anniversary of the battle, there’s a ceremony....

No One Can Know- Y/N Malfoy has to sneak around to see her boyfriend

You’re Mine and I’m Yours**- George needs to forget....

Welcome Distraction- Jealousy boils over at Bill and Fleur’s wedding...

I’m Yours?- Usually calm and collected, for once in his life, George is nervous...

Ron Weasley

Run Out Of Adjectives- After Slytherin defeats Gryffindor again, you remind Ron why you fell in love with him...

Edge**- Ron is desperate...

Charlie Weasley

Romanian Internship**- Charlie got his internship...

Be Mine- Charlie is all you have....

Why Is The Box Moving?- Charlie gives Y/N her birthday present.

Something He Loves More Than Dragons**- Your first time with Charlie...

Bill Weasley

Mrs. Weasley- He never loved her....

Lucius Malfoy

The Newest Malfoy- You meet Lucius after the war....

Resigned- You like Lucius, but he’ll never notice you...

Courtyard Brawl- Gone is the pureblood mania....

You’ve Changed Me- Lucius has changed since you first met.

I’d Take A Curse For You- While at the Manor, you and Lucius are ambushed.

Need You Now**- Lucius needs you now.....

Reliant**- Lucius’ surprise leaved you completely reliant on him.

Kind Of Sweet**- Lucius gets a bit carried away...

Draco Malfoy

Shaken Up- Draco gets very protective after Umbridge’s detention....

Making Up After A Fight HCs

I’d Rather Have The Snake- Y/N runs into her ex while out with Draco

Cuddling HCs

Nothing’s Working- Nothing Draco does is helping you feel better....

Always Take Care Of You- Draco is there when the world is too much

Flower**- You didn’t know what that flower did....

Newt Scamander

Loopy- This is why you don’t mess with an angry Thunderbird

Just Ask Her- Newt’s nervous to ask you something...

Alone In New York- Newt gets caught cheating

Angry Frank- Frank is angry and accidentally hurts Newt

The Demiguise Is Always Right- Dougal strikes again.....

Artemis Fido- The baby’s coming

Chaser- Ravenclaw vs Hufflepuff

New York Niffler- The niffler’s loose in NYC

Trust The Demiguise- Newt’s creatures have become strangely protective of you...

Queenie’s Birthday- It’s Queenie’s birthday, and Newt’s pretty shy

Sweet Girl- The niffler’s finally asleep...

Mine Forever- After 20 years, he’s here...

Your Happiness- All he wants is your happiness...

Cedric Diggory

People Die- You’re so afraid for Cedric....

Cedric As A Boyfriend HCs

Sleepy Ced- Y/N stays up studying in the common room

Owlet- Y/N is sick and Cedric takes are of her

Jealous HCs

Late Nights In The Library- Cedric is studying and Y/N is tired.

Stuck With Me- Cedric won’t stop until Y/N says she’ll go out with him

Neville Longbottom

The Cowardly Lion- Being stuck in the Room of Requirement isn’t so bad...

Never Thought You’d Notice**- He never thought you’d notice him...

This Moment**- Now just seems like the perfect time...

Dance Lessons- The best night of his life...

Cliche**- He wanted to wait...

Nymphadora Tonks

Bad Day- After a long, hard day, there’s no one you’d rather go home to...

Sirius Black

The Eagle and The Lion- Sirius tells you how he met your mom

Moments**- These moments are so rare

Then He Did- He won’t want you.......

Overprotective HCs

New Wardrobe- Cleaning the master suite comes with an unexpected surprise...

Judge Too Soon- Sirius’ first visit with your parents doesn’t go as smoothly as you’d hoped

Respect- You put Snape in his place....

Stay Away- Sirius would gladly date you, if only your mother would let you....

The Newest Black-Nothing could make him happier than he is right now...

Never Stopped-14 years may have passed, but you still love him..

Best Christmas Ever- Harry gets 2 big surprises this Christmas...

Belated- Sirius lands himself in detention on your anniversary....

Alive and Well- Sirius is home after 12 years...

One Second- One second was all it took....

Always Your Sister-James is emotional at your wedding...Keep reading

She’s Gotta Go- Walburga’s gotta go......

James’ Speech- James gives his best man speech at your wedding

Princess Sirius- Your daughter decided to turn your husband into a princess....

I Don’t Deserve This- Your first dance with your new husband

Angelic- Your number one fan is always there to support you.

Tease**- Sirius has had enough of your teasing

Harry Will Have A Friend- You share some good news after escaping Godric’s Hollow

Plaything- Severus doesn’t see your relationship with Sirius the way you do.....

Remember Who’s In Charge**- Cuddling takes a turn...

They’d Be Proud- Life before and after Voldemort’s attack

Silly Feuds- Sirius feels like an idiot....

5 Words- He doesn’t think he deserves you....

You’re Safe- You don’t want Sirius to go home....

Victory- Gryffindor wins the Quidditch cup, and Sirius is overjoyed..,

Complete- Your family’s growing.....

Finally A Family- Alexa’s first Christmas with her family all together...

She’ll Say Yes- Sirius is a nervous mess

All That She Needs- You have all that you need

Lovable Idiot- Sirius gets into another fight

Not A Disgrace- Sirius’ mother makes it plain how she feels

Too Dangerous- Sirius wants to meet his daughter

Part 2:Long Awaited- Sirius finally meets his daughter

First Time __ HCs

Guard Dog- James is a bit protective of his little sister.....

Family Name- Being a Malfoy casts an impression, and not a very good one

Not So Bad- Sirius meets your parents

He’s Alright- You haven’t heard from Sirius in weeks....

More Often**- Sirius and you switch things up

The Fifth Marauder-Why can’t he see?

Part 2: Someone Like Me- He finally sees what he’s been blind to.

Stick To Maroon- You’re tutoring a 2nd year...

On The Desk**-The meeting’s finally over...

Living With Sirius HCs

Nobody Else- He’s home...

10 Sickles- Bets were made...

Movie Night- James wants to watch a horror movie...

Space- You and Sirius don’t see eye to eye on this

New Relationships- Lily and James won’t admit they have chemistry....

Run Away- Sirius needs to see you

Whole Once More- Sirius never knew....

Second Chances- Your first date with Sirius doesn’t go as planned

Revenge- Y/N is hexed...

Strong- Nightmares haunt him

Lion in a Sea of Badgers- Gryffindor vs Hufflepuff

Sirius x Hufflepuff HCs

Secrets- Sirius learns some new things about his girlfriend

Whenever You’re Ready- We all have our bad days...

Leave-Sirius breaks out and finds you...

Nighttime Confessions- The night of Sirius’ discovery...

Nearly- After the Department of Mysteries

I Prefer Red- Y/N spends Christmas with the Blacks

Snitching- Y/N just wants to see Sirius smile

Cake At Midnight- You want cake, but it’s midnight

Twice Obliviated- Y/N sees her ex while out with Sirius

My Three Girls- And baby makes 4...

We’ll Be Alright- This was unexpected...

Mother’s Day- The Black’s first Mother’s Day

Care- Y/N gets sick at an Order meeting

She’s Perfect- James, Lily, and Remus come to meet your daughter

You’re Mine- Despite being your boyfriend, Sirius still flirts with other girls

This is Not A Date- Y/N and Sirius aren’t on a date, they’re 3rd and 4th wheeling.

Protecting His Girls- Your daughter’s had nightmares ever since she found a boggart in her closet.

Welcome To The Order- Y/N is finally inducted into the Order, and finds more than friendship.

Worth The Wait- Sirius finally gets what he’s waited 12 years for.

Night Off- While at a bar on her night off, Y/N meets a less than friendly man, and one that’s pretty okay.Keep reading

Lightning Muses- As a storm rages outside, Y/N reflects on memories with her lover and Harry

Revelations At The Order- Y/N finds more than she thought she would at an Order meeting.

Rage**- An Order meeting goes wrong....

Don’t Speak**- Sirius sent you a patronus with instructions, and you’re not about to question them

Take Care Of Me**- You need to let go for a while....

Forgive You**- Sirius and you have an argument...

Dirty Girl**- You tease Sirius at an Order meeting....

They’ll Be Alright- After Voldemort attacks, Rose is raised by Lily and James...

Time To Think- After a spat, you need time to think...

Yours Forever- Sirius always held onto hope...

Young Sirius Smut HCs**

The Best Day Of His Life- He’s always wanted kids, that hasn’t changed in 12 years....

Remus Lupin

Actually Bathe**- Remus looks so relaxed...

Boggart: Version 1**, Version 2**-You thought you could do it

Nothing Left- Everyone he loves is gone

Storm**- Rainy mornings are sometimes the best....

Overprotective Remus x Sister HCs

Remus Meeting Parents HCs

Proud- Remus is proud of how well you did on an assignment...

Student’s Favorite- Remus doesn’t believe that the Hogwarts students love him as much as they do....

Remus x Herbology Professor HCs

Learn To Knock- Harry apparently doesn’t know how to knock.....

Her Wolf- Much like a wolf, Remus won’t give up until he has you....

Too Easy- Sometimes, you’re able to forget about the war.....

Mystery Wolf- Remus won’t rest till he finds this mystery wolf....

Rough One- You care for Remus after the full moon..

Ruined Surprises- You open the package that came, unaware of what it was.

Remus x Pureblood Slytherin HCs

You Love Her Like A Sister, I Love Her Like A...- Even though James knows about your relationship, he still isn’t a fan of what he sees....

Took You Long Enough- Remus’ confession has been a long time coming....

Who Else?- Remus adores you, but Lily is very protective of you...

Moony and Puck- You never found your soulmate in Salem...

Unrepairable- Remus made an irreversible decision...

Lovesick Wolf- Remus us always so shy around you....

With A Little Help From Lily- Remus has liked you for 4 years, and finally acts on it...

Forgotten By Morning- After a few butterbeers, Remus lets something slip...

Her Muse- You’re hard at work on your latest creation

Admit It- Despite overwhelming evidence, Remus does not believe he cheats at games.....

Coffee and Chocolate-N.E.W.T week is here.....

Recovery- Remus’ recovery after the full moon

The Wolf Can Skate- Remus agrees to an ice skating date....

All Was Golden- Important moments seem to happen at sunset

Better- Remus makes a bad day better

So Much Easier- Remus discovers a way to make the full moon easier

Yearly Occurrence- It’s time for the Yule Ball again

Being Quarantined with Remus HCs

Gorgeous Girl- You’re late for a double date

The Order Can Wait**- Remus wants you now

Shut Up and Kiss Me- You need to study, Remus disagrees

Don’t Let Them Hear**- A little fun at the Order

Makes Me Sick- Y/N has to fake-date for a mission, Remus is not happy

Kindly Fuck Off- Tonks is getting a little too comfortable....

Not The First Time- Your brew amortentia with your best friend, what could go wrong?

I Think....- This can’t be a coincidence

No Music Needed- It’s been a long day..

I’m Home- Remus has been away for 2 weeks....

Head Girl- Sirius loves Y/N, so does Remus

The Perfect Moment- Remus is anxious at an Order meeting...

Her First Moon- It’s Y/N’s first full moon...

Please Understand- Remus never told Y/N about his “furry little problem”...

Lucky- When everything seems wrong, Remus makes it feel alright.

After The Full Moon- Y/N knows that each moon affects Remus differently, she’s there for him every time.

See The Goodness**- Remus doesn’t think he’s all you know him to be....

Scruff**-Remus decided to grow out his beard....

All The Work**-You teased Remus for the whole class...

Desperation**- You’re both desperate when Remus comes home...

Git- Severus Snape, you’ve decided, is a git.

Being Married To Remus/Remus As A Father HCs

Like His Mother- You help raise Teddy after the war....

Cure- Y/N is tired of seeing Remus suffer...

Possessive**- The full and pollen, what could go wrong?

Face Tomorrow- The future is so uncertain...

Pup- The newest Lupin....

Moony, Padfoot, and Prongs- Christmas with your family....

Feral**- The wolf in him comes out...

Before and After- Before and after the full..

Remus During Your Pregnancy HCs

Nowhere To Be- There’s nothing quite like cuddling during a storm...

Travelling The World w. Remus HCs

Young Remus Fluffy HCs

You Stop, I Stop**- What can he say? You turn him on...

The Wolf’s Wedding Night**- The full’s coming up, and Remus is needy...

His Favorite Time Of Day- Mornings are his favorite time of day...

Young Remus Smut HCs**

Luna- Remus has never been more in love...

Yours**- He won’t let them hurt you...

Alpha**- You need your alpha...

The Wolf and The Hound- Remus is so nervous....

Trust- Your trust is what makes your relationship strong, and what keeps the sex good...

How The Marauders + Lily react to you and Remus Having a Baby and Naming them after them HCs

Severus Snape

Damned First Years**- He’s had enough of those damned first years....

Sir**- You know you made a mistake, you you know you’ll pay for it....

Stress Relief**- Severus knows how stressed you’ve been...

Devoted- You prove Severus’ alliances...

She Won’t Last- Umbridge’s punishments are taking a toll....

Now I Have It- Christmas morning in the Snape house.....

Want You Close- Severus doesn't want to get up.....

Severus x Triwizard Champion HCs

What I See- Severus thinks you deserve better...

Welcome To The World- You go into labor while Severus is supervising detention....

Bets- A game of truth or dare....

Would Have Been An Unforgivable- Lockhart, ever the idiot, has once again gone too far....

I Won’t Let Him- Your ex is out of prison....

Lake Nights- You’re supposed to spend the night with Severus, but it’s such a nice night....

Part 2: Little Tease**-Severus has had enough of your teasing….

Potion Master’s Mistake- Even Severus makes mistakes....

Hidden Feelings- What exactly is the potions master feeling?

Part 2: Unforgettable**-Hidden feelings are finally revealed

I Will Be Here- After 16 years......

Another Year, Another Ball- You reflect on the year at the Yule Ball....

Call Me Severus- Potter’s payback.......

Never Stood A Chance- Severus is very protective of what’s his.

Professor In The Making- You hang out in Severus’ classroom after giving birth to your second child...

Snape’s What?- The students had no idea....

Time and Space- Severus wants to get to know you better....

Be Okay- Your mother has quite a bit to say

Almost Discovered- He almost found out....

Good Night’s Sleep- Madame Pomfrey has a rule that you detest....

Body Worship HCs

Married To A Whale- Your robes don’t fit like they used to...

Overworked- You’re overworked and Sevuers takes notice

Break- Everyone has a breaking point....

Forgive Me- Severus and you fight, and some words are said

Never Doubt It- You plan a picnic for Severus

My First Priority- When the crowd becomes too much, Severus is there

Won’t Let You Fall- You take Severus home for vacation....

My Good Girl**- Severus has been waiting for you....

One Sided- Your feelings aren’t as one sided as you thought..

Guilt**- Severus feels guilty for last night...

Perfection- Severus shows you how beautiful you really are.

If It Weren’t May- You’ve picked up crocheting during quarantine

Something Different**- Sev wants to try something new...

Bedrest Is Boring- You’re on bedrest, but you’re lonely

Lonely No Longer- Severus needs to meet his soulmate

Birthday Presents**- Severus gives you a birthday surprise

The Potion Master’s Soulmate- Snippets of your life as Severus’ soulmate

Free Period**- Severus wants to see you after class...

Another Love- Severus has never had pizza before...

Get This Right- Why does Severus know so much about creatures?

Movie Night- Y/N convinces Severus to watch The Notebook

The Afterlife Awaits- It’s time for Severus to go...

Any Worse- All you wanted was to get Severus some new vials...

Damaged Souls- Y/N still remembers, but has yet to tell Severus

Don’t Be Shy- Severus has never been caught pleasuring himself, until now

Part 2: Dreams Come True- Severus had a dream you are all to happy to make reality

Calming Stars- A stupid argument....

Anti-Venom- Of course the potions master lived, he could put a stopper in death after all...

Not Ideal- Y/N has feelings for Snape, but knows she can’t...

Christmas Surprise- You’ve changed....

Morning Discoveries- She’s not a Seer, but she can still read tea leaves...

Loss- Y/N’s kitten passes away...

Horrible People- You’ve had enough of the marauders

I Will Wait- Severus says something he will regret for the rest of his life

Sketches- Severus finds your hidden talent

Very Early- Severus notices some things...

The Reason- Severus meets his soulmate, he’s not happy

You?-You finally meet your soulmate..

You Can Do This- Your first day as Charms teacher isn’t going as planned...

Meeting The Dark Lord- You’re invited to a ball hosted by none other than the Dark Lord himself

Nighttime Confessions- The night of Sirius’ discovery...

Bland- Y/N meets the Order’s double agent

Thanks Seamus- Seamus’ habit of setting things on fire is actually helpful for once...

The Perfect Life- Your daughter is sick.....

“Detention”-Y/N is caught fighting....

For Him- Y/N will do what she must to protect Severus

Potions Master- It’s that time of the month

Do It For You-Mad-Eye is dead...

Finally-Y/N shared some good news...

Make Her Pay- Umbridge has gone too far...

Unexpected- Y/N is pregnant, and the students try to guess who’s it is

Unicorn Incidents- While teaching, Y/N gets hurt...

Marriage Material- Y/N’s first order meeting as Severus’ wife.

All That Matters- Y/N is ill, and Severus thinks he can help her

Imbeciles- One of the twins pranks doesn’t go as planned

Quiet- Y/N is shy, but she’s still got a lot to say

More Than She’ll Ever Know- After all these years, your mother still makes sure you know how she feels

I Am Alive- Y/N has horrific nightmares about the night she almost lost her husband

Give Me A Chance?- Y/N’s Liked Severus since 4th year

Can We Start Over?- Y/N’s on her way to Hogwarts from Ilvermorny, knowing who she’ll see when she arrives.

Ensnared By Her Voice- Y/N is a singer who returns to Hogwarts to perform, while there, she catches the eye of an old flame.

The Python’s Failure- After Nagini strikes, Snape manages to make it to Madame Pomfrey, much to the relief of Y/N

Realizations**- Severus waits a bit too long to act on his feelings…

I Expected More**- Severus decides to add something new to your dynamic...

But I Want You- Severus is the only one you want...

Always Be Right Here**- Sometimes, Severus needs to be taken care of...

What Would She Say?**- Severus has a little fun at dinner with your mother..

Exhaustion**- Severus has been brewing for over 12 hours...

Anything- After a long night, Severus takes care of you

He Knows**- You broke a rule...

Can’t Tell You Enough**-Severus finally tells you how he feels...

Dessert**- Severus’ birthday has never been a big affair...

Anniversary- Severus tries to cook dinner for your anniversary.......

Dunderhead- Your daughter says her first word, and it’s not what you expected...

A Little Threatened- Severus is jealous of your birthday present...

Mistake-Severus forgets that you’re still young..

Chasing A Comet- You thought his obsession with Lily was fading..

Independence Day- You invite Severus to visit you for the 4th of July..

That Type Of Day**- Severus has been wanting you all day..

By Your Side- When one of the twins’ pranks goes wrong, Severus is there

Every Word Is True- This is the first Valentine's Day Severus isn’t dreading

Firewhiskey- Severus finally makes his move

Mrs. Snape**- Severus’s wedding day...

Books and Potions- You’ve had enough of the Marauders...

Finally Home- You’ve been away for 3 months...

The Dark Lord’s Ball- Severus has kept you sheltered from The Dark Lord, he is not pleased with that....

Raise A Child- When Remus brings his newborn son to Hogwarts, it brings a revelation upon Severus...

Someone Better- Severus is worried you’ll find someone new on your travels...

Don’t Make A Sound**- You need to be quiet...

N.E.W.T Class- He’s always refrained from yelling at your best friend, until today, that is....

Be Yours- He knows it’s wrong, but he can’t help but be attracted to you...

Stressful Week**- Severus knows how to help you relax..

Severus Snape As A Father HCs

Not A Bit- Severus isn’t in pain anymore, this is news to you...

The Serpent and The Falcon- Severus reads your latest interview...

Potent**- After a Herbology incident, there’s only one person you need...

All She Wants**- After the duelling club, Severus is the only thing on your mind...

Want It Too- He knew his feelings weren’t one-sided...

Different Yet Alike- Though you are different, you are also like your mother....

Horror Movies- You don’t like horror movies, but you’ll watch them for Severus...

What Do You Need?**(TW: SEXUAL ASSULT MENTION)- Severus knows that this may be difficult for you...

First**- You want him, all of him..

Truly Be Yours- Even though it was a potion, he still felt the same...

Gone- You were the best thing to ever happen to him...

How Long I’ve Waited**- He’s waited for this for years....

Why Me?**- His feelings contradict one another...

Beloved**- Severus spoils you on your birthday....

Under The Desk**- You have a little fun with Severus...

My Perfect Man- You know exactly what he needs to hear...

Lay His Claim- Severus can finally take you out...

Won’t Be Gentle**- He can’t wait, he needs you now...

Cruel Misfortune- Though you want him, Eileen comes first...

Anything For You- You take care of Severus when he’s sick...

Five**- When Severus comes home tense, you know how to help him relax...

Sidetracked**- Severus was going to finish a potion, he really was...

No One I’d Rather Have- Neither of your dates were going well...

Show**- Severus wanted to spend the day with you, but you certainly made up for your absence...

His Angel Of Music- Hogwarts’ production of The Phantom Of The Opera...

Putting Him Back Together- Severus knows you’ll take care of him...

Assistant- Severus’ assistant helps him in more ways than one...

Defend- They won’t hurt him, not while you’re around...

Bringing Him Back- He’s never wanted to come back, not until now...

Internship- He’s going to miss you so much...

Part 2: Reunited- 7 months later...

Alps**- You needed this week away...

St. Mungos- The sole upside to being bitten by a python...

Silence**- Severus adores teasing, just not here...

Memories**- A walk down memory lane.

Nice and Slow**- Relaxation with your lover...

Bat- Severus didn’t know your Patronus changed...

Needless Worries- Severus loves you more than he could ever love her...

Little Game**- Severus decides to play a little game with you...

Wizard Flu- The Wizard Flu hits Hogwarts...

Wanted For A While**- Severus has wanted to try this...

Little Flower-Severus doesn’t sing, but he will for Iris...

First Time __ With Severus HCs

Retaliation- After becoming close with Severus, he won’t stand the Marauders’ bullying anymore...

Vigilant- Severus would never be unfaithful, not of his own free will...

Want You, Need You**- 5 months, and he hasn’t touched you...

Busy Day**- Your husband surprises you on your break...

Nothing To Forgive- Severus knows you’d never hurt him...

Beneficial**- Your period isn’t all that bad...

Severus Snape x reader x Harry Potter

Chastity**- While he loves his submissives dearly, sometimes, punishment is needed... Severus loves you more than he could ever love her...

Remus x Sirius x Reader

Join The Pack- They both want you...

Virgin Reader HCs**

My World**- Remus made Sirius wait...

Just Had To See Her**- Remus was helping an old friend into the castle...

Severus Snape x Lucius Malfoy x Reader

One Is Hard, Two Is Hell- Severus and Lucius are Called, and you can’t sleep...

How they react to a S/O who hasn’t had the best sexual experiences

How they deal with jealousy within their relationship

My Prince**- Severus is needy after a long day

Real Man**- Lucius is appalled that a man’s never make you come...

James Potter x Reader x Sirius Black

General HCs

Charm**- Flitwick’s newest charm can be used for multiple purposes...

Mrs. Potter-Black**- This is the happiest day of your life....

Sweet Tooth- They lost sight of you for 5 minutes...

Remus Lupin x Reader x James Potter

General HCs

My Mates**- You’ve never been with Remus this close to the full...

Marriage, Children, Etc. HCs

Cedric Diggory x Reader x Harry Potter

So Proud- Both of your boys made it out safe...

Little Lion Cub**- Harry needs him.....

Easter Holiday**- Cedric makes good on his promise...

Fred Weasley x Reader x Geroge Weasley

Anything For Our Girl**- The twins want to try something new with you...

Test Subjects**- Your boys bring home some new products.....

Draco Malfoy x reader x Harry Potter

New Pleasures**- Harry’s a little reluctant...

Ron Weasley x reader x Harry Potter

Promotions**- Ron celebrates Harry’s promotion...

James Potter x reader x Lily Evans

Show Me**- You may be inexperienced, but that’s not going to stop her, or James for that matter...

Spoiled- A day in Hogsmeade with your loves...

Happy Birthday To Me**- James’ birthday surprise...

Harry Potter x reader x Hermione Granger

For Now-It’s finally over....

James Potter x Lily Evans x reader x Remus Lupin

We’re Here Now- Remus is cared for after the full moon by his three loves..

Marriage, Sex, Children, Etc. Hcs

Urgent**- Thank Merlin for the Room of Requirement...

Relaxation**- After a long week, you loves know how to help you relax...

We’re Not Done Yet**- Your three lovers know exactly how to make you feel good...

Hour**- You each get an hour...

Build You Up- No matter what people say, Lily and James are always there...

How They Got Together HCs

We Want You**- It’s all you’ve thought about for days...

What Have We Here?**- Who said getting walked in on was a bad thing?

How They React To You and Lily Being Pregnant At The Same Time

Having Triplets HCs

Sending Their Kids To Hogwarts HCs

Honeymoon Smut HCs**

How Long’s It Been?**- What would you do without Sirius?

James Potter x Sirius Black x reader x Remus Lupin

Does She Know?- He just wanted to keep you safe...

Harry Potter x Severus Snape

Under No Circumstances- Harry knows how difficult it is...

Need To Let Go**- After a hard day, Harry needs to let go...

Lucius Malfoy x Severus Snape

Sweet Prince**- While he knows he is loved, he still worries his lover’s heart isn’t entirely his...

James Potter x Lily Evans

Gryffindor Wins**- After the Quidditch Cup....

First In A Few Ways**- He’s her first in a few ways...

Lily Evans x reader x Sirius Black

Back To Normal- After the full, Sirius is exhauted...

Other:

Marauders + Lily Assorted Favorites

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i-swear-im-not-a-snitch · 3 years

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Chapter One: A Chat With Death

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Harry Potter is gone. Dead.

This was the absolute worst case scenario for one Draco Lucius Malfoy, for at the height of the battle, the boy had gone against the Death Eaters and had fought with the Order of the Phoenix. Draco might as well be dead himself at this point. A few months ago, he had overheard a conversation between his aunt Belatrix Lestrange and his father about a prophecy. If Harry had only decided to live through the battle instead of being an idiot Gryffindor and going to the trap in the forest, the battle was as good as won! But Harry Potter just had to go and die. Stupid Gryffindor. Of course the forest was a trap! Did you really think he would let your friends live if they wouldn’t join him? Idiot. Draco was sure he would be executed or publicly tortured for his actions; however, he couldn’t bring himself to regret what he had done.

When Lord Voldemort strode into the courtyard proclaiming his victory with all his followers at his back laughing in the faces of the survivors was the moment Draco finally lost hope. He felt ashamed as he tuned out the Dark Lord’s victory taunts and avoided his family’s eyes. He felt terrible for betraying them; but, it could not be helped. Despite his family loyalties, Draco understood that it was best if the Order of the Phoenix walked out of the war victorious, there was little hope for that now, though. However, when his Mother called for him, he allowed his familial ties to pull him back to his parents, they had already lost.

Several things happened at once. Neville Longbottom, of all people, pulled the Sword of Gryffindor out of the sorting hat and beheaded Nagini. In the midst of the chaos, Harry vanished. He’s alive! Elated, Draco sprinted across the no-man’s land barely dodging several crucios from his lovely aunt to join Neville in valiantly battling the quickly thinning crowd of fleeing death eaters.

Across the field, Harry was dodging curses left and right. Harry doesn’t have a wand. In the most Griffindor thing Draco would probably ever do in his lifetime he shouted.

“Harry!” and Draco threw his wand. However, he would never know if he caught it. At that precise moment, He turned and Lucius Malfoy was standing a few feet away. As he met his father’s eyes, Draco heard two words leave his mouth, Avada Kedavra, and the world went green.

An Eternity later, the green mist gave way to a forest. Not a dark forest like the forbidden one, but more towards something that could be painted in a tasteful child’s bedroom. It was… soothing. Is this what death is like? Draco strolled down one of the many paths, after a few minutes, he came to a pond with an iron and wood bench by it’s shore. The water seemed to be made of diamonds and glorious Koi fish swam in it’s depths. Finally glancing at the branch, Draco was surprised to find it occupied. Am I not dead? The woman on the bench appeared to be at least the equivalent of a ninety year-old muggle. She had wispy white hair that was neatly tucked into a knit, striped hat. At her side was a similarly knit bag filled with needles and yarn. She makes them herself. I was sure I was dead, I heard the curse. The elderly woman on the bench seemed to sense his hesitation and moved her purse to her lap and patted for him to sit with her.

“I must say, I cannot kill you, you are already dead. Sit, let us talk.” He approached the woman and cautiously relaxed into the surprisingly comfortable bench. “That’s better, child.”

“Who are you, exactly and why are we the only ones here? Hundreds of people died today.” The woman smiled.

“Yes, but only one Draco Malfoy died today.” She gave him a few moments to think. “Where do you think we are?” He looked around.

“A forest pond. But I’m dead, so we can’t be at a real pond." Draco thought for a beat. “Are you Death?” The woman grinned wider.

“You are a smart boy, Mr. Malfoy. Very observant. Yes, I am Death. Very clever, very clever.”

“If I may ask, out of all the forms you could take, why an elderly woman?” He politely inquired.

“Most people fear me, Draco. If they fear me, my form will frighten them.”

“So,” Draco frowned. “I don’t fear you? That doesn’t sound right. Everyone fears death.” She shook her head.

“No Draco, you do not fear me, you respect me. Fear and warryness are entirely different.” Death smiled pleasantly, the wrinkles scrunching up in the most welcoming way he could imagine was possible. “It has been a long while since I've talked with someone who is not frightened. It is pleasant.”

“Thank you?”

“Tell me, Draco, how did you die?” He grimaced. What do I have to lose by telling her?

“I betrayed Lord Voldemort and my father killed me for it.” Draco winced in one breath. Death only nodded knowingly.

“Do you feel like you died a noble death, Draco?” He shook his head. Death frowned, “Why would you answer no?”

“I was a coward, I switched sides when things weren’t going my way. I died a cowardly traitor. I betrayed my family!” he had tears in his eyes now, “The worst part is I would do it again! How could I do that to my own parents?” Death’s eyes shone with understanding. “Hell! If I had the chance I would change sides as soon as I received my Hogwarts letter! There’s so much I did wrong! So much.” He sobbed out the last few words and Death began to rub circles on his back comfortingly.

“Oh, poor dear, would you really change everything?”

“If I really knew how wrong I was, I would. I would live on the streets if I had to.” Draco sniffed

“You are a very loyal young man when you believe in something, Draco, this may help you. Could you fetch the golden cube in the pond for me, dear?” Draco frowned, confused, but nodded anyway. “Good! Bring it back to me when you're done.” Draco nodded again and turned to the pond.

Wading Into the water, Draco was pleasantly surprised by the soothing temperature of the crystal clear water. The deeper Draco waded the more koi noticed his presence in their territory. Not used to visitors, the fish swam excitedly around him in circles, some rubbing gently against his legs. It was a deeper pond than he thought it was, he was up to his natural waist when he spotted a shimmer of gold ahead of him that was not a fish. Stepping up to the glimmer, Draco nudged it with his foot. It was heavy and square, so he ducked under the water to grasp at the weighty block. Why in Salazar would Death need a golden cube? With great struggle, Draco managed to carry the cube out of the shimmering water and lie back on the shore. Merlin! I underestimated how big the cube was.

Draco, after a few minutes, rolled over and tiredly sat up to examine his prize. Unlike what he initially suspected, the cube was intricately carved with runes that despite taking Ancient Runes for several years at Hogwarts, Draco could not read or even decide what culture it belonged to. Could it be Death’s own handwriting? That would explain how I have no knowledge about these characters. As Draco contemplated the golden object, a hand tapped him on the shoulder startling him.

“Hello Draco, I see you have the golden cube I asked for.” Death held out her hand with kind eyes and Draco almost felt compelled to give it to her; however, after a second of consideration, he handed it over. It would not be wise to anger Death.

Death turned the gold over in her hand as if it weighed no more than an empty box and began muttering to herself.

“Yes, this will do. Draco, Come here please.” Draco followed her instructions and took both her hands in his hands when she held them out. Death spoke once more and the cube began to spin between them.

“En odn uebe mit dnaht aedy am. Lle wtie su, er ar eras ecna hcdno ces. N osos uo yeva el ots uoi cerpo otsi ti ofu oyot erus aer tsi htn rute ri, evo lym, Efil.” And with the last word, the world went black.

The ground is soft. Grass should not be this soft. What’s the last thing you remember, Draco. … Death. I met Death. Is this the official afterlife? Despite his curiosity, Draco could not bring himself to open his eyes, instead opting for feeling around his surroundings. Moving his hands out to his sides, He determined that he was laying on a blanket. Come on Draco, open your eyes! And he did.

Above him was a canopy enchanted to show an accurate depiction of the stars above in real time. Turning his head he noticed the many dragons chasing each other around on the walls of the room. Salazar! This is my childhood bedroom. The bedroom I vacated in third year! Draco sat up in shock. How did he end up here? Draco immediately began scanning his room for clues, yet, everything was where her remembered they were supposed to be. How odd. At that moment, he noticed a folded piece of paper on the nightstand with his name in the most beautiful handwriting he did not recognise. Did Death send this?

Draco,

I hope your journey has not caused too much shock on your part. However, inquiring about your health is not the purpose of this letter. This is proof. Proof that all you remember is not some strange dream. In your left pocket, you will find a small cube similar to the one I had you retrieve as further proof of your story. You are not crazy. This is a second chance. I have decided that you meant what you said and I will give you the opportunity to turn your speech into action.

Today’s date, as you will soon discover, is June 5th, 1991, the day you receive your Hogwarts letter. I implore you to remember and keep your promise and make good with the time you have received with Life. Good luck and may Death and Time be undone.

Your Final Friend

Draco immediately ran across the room to find an empty notebook to copy the letter into. When he grabbed a quill and ink bottle, Draco used wandless magic to charm the ink invisible to all but him and duplicated the letter, word for word, in his own neat handwriting. The following pages were filled with everything he could remember about the seven years he attended at Hogwarts as well as all the details from the three years Voldemort occupied Malfoy Manor. Ugh. The occupation, arguably the worst three years of his life. The next list Draco made was of people who he didn’t want to die again. The list was short, for now, Draco was certain that it would grow as he got to know the other members of the Order of the Phoenix. Oh Merlin, I’ll have to help Harry Potter on all his little quests throughout the years. He groaned. At least school would never be boring outside of History of Magic class.

There was a knock at the door and Draco steeled his nerves. He would soon have to face his father, the very man who had shot a killing curse at his only son. Who shot a killing curse at him. It was going to be a very rough morning. Lucius, despite his neglect, made sure to attend all birthday breakfasts. Probably for the special food that was prepared on such occasions. Finally collecting his thoughts into a practiced state of occlumency, Draco opened the door.

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Translation of the ritual.

Life, my love, I return this treasure to you for it is too precious to leave you so soon. Second chances are rare, use it well. May death and time be undone.

Hey yall, MJ here

I’ve decided to start on a harry potter Fiction (Adventures After a Chat With Death) with my new Pseud! (what do you think?) feel free to comment and message me with questions, criticism and POLITE conversation. If you would like to be tagged please let me know

Kisses, MJ

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thatonedracostan · 4 years

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Special Chaser // Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request by @x-potter-head-x: It's a Slytherin party and a game of spin the bottle starts but when the reader spins and it lands on a random male Slytherin, you look really uncomfortable and Draco speaks up and it's just really cute and fluffy at the end?

(Thank you so much for the request!)

Summary: You are the only female player in the Slytherin Quidditch team. Everyone thinks you're special and you hate it. Especially this one specific housemate of yours who has been hitting on you ever since word came out about you getting in the Slytherin Quidditch team. You have no plans on entertaining him as your eyes are set on one person already, your own team's seeker, Draco Malfoy.

A/N: I know the request only asked for a party scene but I wanted to sprinkle something extra so I challenged myself by trying to write a Quidditch scene and I'm never doing it again (maybe) I haven't written anything in 5 days because of the summer heat but finally, I'm back at it again hehe also no beta I'm so sorry HAHA

Word Count: 2.3k

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“She goes for a throw and—Ten points to Slytherin!”

Lee Jordan’s voice echoed as you managed to throw the quaffle into one of Gryffindor’s goalposts. You heard cheers coming from the Slytherin bleachers and groans from other houses, but you didn’t pay them any attention. You were too focused on the game in front of you.

You were one of the Chasers in the Slytherin Quidditch team and the only girl in it. At first, the captain of the team was hesitant to let you join, mostly because you were a girl. However, once they saw your incredible skills and prowess, they welcomed you. You’ve always been fascinated with Quidditch and this fascination of yours made you want to try out for the team.

At first, you were having second thoughts. Your house’s team, despite being great, has a reputation for not playing fair, and the fact that the team didn’t have any female players made you doubt your decision even more. But your doubts were immediately cleared when you remembered who the Slytherin seeker is, Draco Malfoy. Not only do you admire his skill in Quidditch, but you also quite fancied him. This was enough reason for you to join the tryouts, wherein you succeeded in getting a place as one of the Chasers, which brings us to the present.

You saw a glimpse of Draco and Harry, both trying to catch the snitch in front of them. You wouldn’t have noticed that you were staring if it wasn’t for Goyle hitting the bludger away from your direction. You shook your head and thanked him then proceeded to go after your fellow chasers.

It went on for a while, with the scores almost tied. You managed to avoid one of the bludgers headed to your direction but this gave Angelina, one of Gryffindor’s Chasers and their captain, a chance to snatch the quaffle from you. She quickly made her way towards your team’s goalposts. You were about to go after her when you heard Lee’s announcement that Draco Malfoy has caught the snitch. This meant that Slytherin won the match. You looked at the bleachers and the Slytherins celebrating. You even saw Snape slowly clapping from the teachers’ stand which made you a bit proud.

You flew down the pitch to meet with your team and your captain congratulated all of you for doing a good job. Your eyes immediately searched for Draco to congratulate him for catching the snitch but you were too late as he already made his way to the changing room. You sighed and walked towards the changing room, following him.

“Hey, L/N.” a voice called behind you. You closed your eyes and sighed in frustration. You continued walking, not even bothering to look back and see who just called you. You heard his footsteps following you and you stopped in your tracks.

“Leave me alone, Spencer.” You turned around to face the boy who just spoke. He still had your house colors painted on his face. Just like you, he was in Slytherin as well. You hated his guts so much.

“Am I not allowed to congratulate you for winning a match against Gryffindor.” He smirked as he reached out a hand to your face in an attempt to brush your hair away from your face. You swatted his hand away before he could even touch you. He’s been hitting on you ever since word got around that the Slytherin Quidditch team has a new female member, and you hated it. You knew he wasn’t really interested in you, he just wanted you so he could show off that he’s dating the only female member in the Slytherin Quidditch team.

“I already told you I’m not, and will never be, interested in you.” You barked at him, your eyebrows furrowing in both anger and annoyance. “So please, for Merlin's sake, leave me alone.” You stormed off before he could even say anything.

When you reached the changing room, you were sad to find out that Draco wasn’t there anymore. You changed quickly and headed to your common room as fast as you can. You know there’s going to be a victory party held in your common room. It’s a tradition whenever the house wins a match, not to mention this match was against Gryffindors so you’re sure this is going to be one hell of a party.

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You were right when you thought that this was going to be one hell of a party. It’s only been an hour and the common room already reeked of firewhiskey and butterbeer. How they managed to sneak those in, you have no idea.

Of course, this wouldn’t be a victory celebration without your fellow Slytherins congratulating you and other players for the win. The one who received most of the congratulations was Draco, being the star seeker and all.

Drinking wasn’t really your thing but Pansy has insisted that every player should take a shot or two of firewhiskey for whatever reason. It only occurred to you that you were a lightweight as two shots of firewhiskey were enough to make you tipsy.

You were standing by the sides, listening and watching other students dance and have fun over the loud music when a familiar light blonde hair caught your attention from the other side of the room. You remembered that you were supposed to congratulate him after the match but you didn’t quite catch him. You downed the remaining butterbeer you held in your hand and made your way past the dancing students and towards Draco, who was talking to his friend, Blaise.

“Hey, Draco.” You called out to him. The two men turned their heads to look at you. Your vision was a tad bit shaky but you didn’t care. “Congratulations for catching the snitch before Potter.”

Blaise looked at you, then at Draco. He flashed him a sly grin before excusing himself, leaving you and Draco to yourselves. You felt your heart skip a beat with the realization but brushed it off. The only time you’ve interacted with him is during Quidditch training and meetings. One time, he complimented your flying skills and you swore you felt like dying.

“Congratulations to you too.” His eyes met yours. “You did well against those Gryffindor chasers.” You laughed and told him it was nothing and it was he who basically made the team win. You saw a small smile on his lips which made your heart flutter. The two of you continued to talk about the match earlier. Even though the two of you can only talk about Quidditch, you didn’t mind. Talking to him was enough.

Your conversation was cut short when Pansy yelled something about playing a game. Not wanting to be deemed a buzzkill, you made your way to the center of the common room, where everyone who wanted to join was sitting on the floor, forming a circle. You sat beside Pansy, who was holding a bottle. You were still a bit dizzy from your drinks earlier but it was slowly wearing off. Draco looked uninterested but he still sat in between Pansy and some random Slytherin boy whose name you can’t really recall.

Perhaps it was the drink, but you can’t help but stare at Draco. Pansy was saying something but it didn’t register in your brain as you were too busy staring at Draco. You didn’t even notice that some of the students were leaving the circle as Pansy was explaining. Despite his uninterested look, Draco still looked very attractive. His cheeks were tinted pink, probably because of the alcohol, but it didn’t seem to bother him at all. His arms were crossed across his chest and he was staring at the floor in front of him. You secretly wished you were the floor so that Draco would stare at you but your longing stare at the blonde seeker was interrupted when Pansy shoved the bottle in your field of vision. You took the bottle from her hand and looked at her.

“Y/N, since you are a very special member of our house’s team—” You groaned, interrupting her speech. One of the things you hated is when people would think you were “special” just because you’re a female player in the Slytherin Quidditch team. Sure, it was a surprise, considering it’s been years since the team had a female player but you just can’t see how it made you different. The Gryffindor Quidditch team has lots of female players and no one calls them special. You hated it. “—I give you the honor of spinning the bottle first.” Pansy had a cheeky grin on her face as she, and everyone else, waited for you to spin the bottle.

Wanting for all of this to be over, you quickly spun the bottle. When it stopped spinning, you looked at who it landed on.

Bloody hell.

The bottle’s head pointed at no other than Terell Spencer. He wiggled his eyebrows at you and smirked. You leaned over to Pansy’s side.

"Is this going to be like truth or dare?" You whispered at her, not knowing the game mechanics. She looked at you with an “are-you-serious” look on her face.

“Y/N, you dumbass.” She whispered. “Didn’t you listen to my explanation earlier? You have to kiss whoever it lands on.”

Oh no.

You felt your stomach drop. Sure you were tipsy from the alcohol but there is no way you’re going to do that. In fact, you didn’t even sign up for this. You looked at everyone in the circle, except Spencer. They were all waiting for you to do something. You were so mad at the fact that he would use this as an opportunity to get to you, but panic overpowered your anger when you noticed everyone’s eyes on you. You glanced at Draco and noticed that he was looking at you, worry in his eyes. He must have noticed how uncomfortable you were because the moment your eyes met, he stood up. This made everyone’s attention shift from you to him. That made you feel a little better. He crouched beside you and held you by your arms to help you stand up.

“I think Y/N needs to rest now.” He told everyone. You couldn’t see everyone’s reaction since you were facing Draco’s chest but they were definitely not pleased. The panic in your chest was quickly replaced by a rapid beating of your heart when you noticed how close you were to Draco. You heard a few protests from Pansy and the others, but one voice stood up.

“Don’t be such a spoilsport, Malfoy.” It was from Spencer. Some people in the circle agreed with him. This made Draco’s blood boil. He knew how much Spencer annoyed you to the bone. He would always see him try to make a move on you despite the fact that you already told him you weren’t interested. It made him mad.

“Can’t you gits see that she’s uncomfortable?” Draco snapped at them. The entire room went silent. Even those who weren’t even in the game were now watching the scene in front of them. You glanced at your side and saw Pansy mouth you a “sorry”. You just smiled at her weakly in response. Draco lowered his head to your ears and whispered.

“Wait for me by the stairs”

You nodded and walked towards the stairs leading to the girls’ dormitory. No one dared to block your path as you made your way to stairs, in fear that Draco would snap at them as well. You overheard Draco and Spencer argue a bit more but you couldn’t make out what they were saying. You couldn’t help the pounding in your chest when you were processing everything that’s happening. Why is Draco standing up to you? Could it be that he…? No, that’s impossible. You shook your head. That’s so highly unlikely.

“Why do you even care, Malfoy.” Spencer sneered at him. “Is she your girlfriend? Are you two dating?”

This caught Draco off-guard, he felt the blood on his face rise. Blaise was snickering in the background and Pansy was telling—no, threatening everyone to leave.

“That’s none of your business.” He retorted and left to follow you, leaving a confused and surprised Spencer behind.

You saw Draco heading your way. You shook your head in an attempt to shake off your thoughts from earlier.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his voice laced with concern. You just nodded weakly.

“Yeah, just a little woozy.” You could feel your dizziness coming back, but this time it was with a bit of sleepiness. You yawned and Draco insisted on walking you to your room. He said something about him being scared that you’ll just “pass out and sleep on the stairs” before you even reach your room if he didn’t go with you. You laughed at this and playfully hit his arm. He pretended to be hurt, which made you laugh more. He smiled at the sight of you laughing. Only if you were aware of the things you do to him.

The two of you reached the door to your dorm. Before you opened the door, you turned to your back to face him.

“Thanks for earlier.” You thanked him.

“It was nothing.” He closed his eyes and shrugged. There was an awkward silence. You realized that you haven’t really asked him why he stood up for you earlier. You were about to open your mouth to say something when he placed his hands on both of your shoulders.

“You should rest now. Don’t worry about that git Spencer, I’ll make sure he doesn’t bother you anymore.” Before you could say something, he leaned over and kissed your forehead. Just as quick as the kiss, he left, leaving you a blushing mess.

You brought your hand to your forehead and touched the part that Draco kissed. You stared at the empty space in front of you for a little while before everything finally sank in. The feeling of his lips lingered on your skin.

"Did Draco Malfoy just kiss my forehead?"

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A/N: I finished writing this one-shot without any title in mind I'm so sorry the title is wack lmao also I hope this was okay??? I’ve literally been too sad to write anything for the last 5 days (not to mention the blistering h e a t) :’) but I’m going to try and work on Yule Ball Dilemma’s next chapter so I could update as soon as possible.

#draco x reader #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy #draco x oc #draco x you #draco malfoy x you #draco #malfoy #draco malfoy reader insert #harry potter #harry potter fanfics #hp #hp fanfics #quidditch #reader insert #draco malfoy imagines

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~part 1~

On the day that Draco first saw Harry Potter, he was 11.

He was standing in the robe store, being measured for his 3rd pair of robes. His father’s voice rang in his head. You are a Malfoy. You must be the best, because you represent our family. Everyone else is beneath you.

So he stands there, the weight of his lineage pulling down on his shoulders. He’s only 11, but he manages to keep his chin high, keep that smirk plastered on his face. You are made of granite, he tells himself, over and over again.

He hears the door open behind him, the tinkling of the bell making him turn around slightly. There was a boy standing there, messy black hair and emerald green eyes and a scar that looks like lightning on his head. For a moment, they lock eyes, and Draco feels himself mouthing words. Harry Potter, the Boy Who Lived.

It confused Draco, how one could be so famous, and yet look so normal. Harry looked confused, one hand gripping the bottom of his T-shirt as he asks, “Um...excuse me? I need...I need new r-robes and they said to come here?”

Then the bustling came, the assistants almost bowing in their hurry to attend Harry, and Draco tore his eyes away, staring into nothingness as he tried to compose himself.

On the day he knew that Harry was his enemy, Draco was nervous.His heart pounds in his chest, sweat trickling down the back of his too-stiff robes as he stands in line. The hall was so big, candles illuminating the darkness like starlight as Draco noted the hundreds of eyes that looked up at them.

He glances over at the farthest table, the one draped in gold and crimson and lions, and his heart aches for a moment before he catches himself. He was a Slytherin, the only house he belonged in, and he forces himself to smirk, to gaze towards the silver and emerald silks at the back of the hall. For a moment, he flashes between the emerald of the table and an emerald pair of eyes, and he shrugs. There was a chance, wasn’t there? A chance for them both to be in the same house?

He shakes the thought, that familiar mask of arrogance sliding onto his face as his name is called and he strides forwards, onto the stage. He feels his heart stop as the Hat was put onto his head, but without pause, it bellows out his fate. Slytherin!

So he sits down at that table, the one of green and silver, and waits for Harry Potter to be sorted.

On the day he duelled Harry, Draco was furious.

It was second year now, him and Harry and that ridiculous dueling club that Lockheart and Snape were running. He wanted to curse Snape, turn around and bolt out the door, because why in the nine realms of hell did Snape put him with Potter?

It was always them, Draco and Harry, two sides of an ancient coin. Slytherin and Gryffindor, light and dark, the Boy who Lived and the Boy who was Damned.

He laughs at the thought, shaking it off as he turns around and stares into his enemy’s eyes and prepares to duel.

On the day he realized there was something more, Draco was injured.It started with the Hippogriff. Harry was riding it, black hair rustling in the wind, the light illuminating him from behind. Draco stood, on the hard, frozen earth, and had laughed. Because how could he not? They were enemies, the past 3 years making sure that that line was damn clear, and yet here Draco was, staring at Harry. For a moment, his eyes traced him, the hard lines and the soft edges, and he clenched his fists.

It was stupid, meaningless. It was pointless to even consider it. Draco had chosen his side, and Harry his, and nothing could change that now. They were enemies, rivals, and Draco was falling in love. He opens his hands, examining the cuts now carved into his palms, and tries to forget about Harry.

On the day that he actually talked to Harry Potter, Draco was terrified.

He was sitting in the library, behind one of the shelves, the bottle of healing potion in front of him. It sang to him, of numbness and softness and sleep, and he reaches forwards, drinking the contents. Each sip whispered of silence, each swallow another step closer to oblivion. So he sat there, drinking and drinking, anything to forget the letter.

His father had written to him, talking of marriage and happiness. Draco was only 14, still young, still whole, and he was engaged to a cousin he had never met. He takes another sip, his head spinning and his heart cracking, and he was just so damn tired.

When he hears the footsteps, Draco was too numb to do anything. He sat there, head on his lap, not even bothering to go for his wand as the person approached. He hears the footsteps stop, and he glances up, cursing, as he stares at the person he doesn’t want to see.

Harry is standing there, awkwardly shifting as he says, “Hey. Malfoy. You...you alright?” And maybe it’s the question, or maybe it’s the fact that he’s never had anyone ask him that before, but suddenly Draco is crying and Harry is awkwardly holding him, one hand wrapped around Draco’s neck. Harry smells like parchment and cool air and wood, and Draco finds himself relaxing into Harry’s arms.

On the day they met for the tenth time, it was midnight.He didn’t know how the meetings happened exactly. It was after the conversation in the library, where one thing lead to another, and soon they were meeting up in secret, just to talk.

He paces up and down the corridor, in front of that wall, thinking the same phrase over again. I want to see Harry, I wan’t to see Harry, I want to see Harry.On the third time, a highly polished door appeared, embedded in the wall. Draco doesn’t hesitate, seizing the handle and yanking the door open.It looked like an old tea shop inside, a cluster of wooden tables and chairs, candles illuminating the room. Harry was there, feet up on the table, and as Draco walks in, he smiles. “Hey, Draco.”

Draco wasn’t sure when he became Draco, and not Malfoy. The sound of his name being spoken by Harry sends a pleasant shiver through him, and he pulls out a chair, sliding into it. “Harry.”

And they talk and talk, about dead parents and muggles and silver-edged canes, and when they finally exit, it’s 4:00 in the morning.

On the day Draco realized he loved Harry, he was watching the Tri-Wizard tournament.

They were standing there, watching the Maze and the Champions, the cool air biting at their faces. Draco was lounging, pretending that he didn’t care, pretending that he didn’t give a damn whether Harry won or not. He sips his Butterbeer, eyes lazily scanning over the hedges below him.

The wand sparks came after 15 minutes.

A huge pillar of them, red and gold and white shooting into the air. All around him, people were muttering, wondering who the coward was. Draco shrugs, trying not to show his worry as he scans the maze again, because goddamn it, it better not be Harry who was hurt. He shrugs, takes another sip of the Butterbeer, anything to dull the fluttering in his stomach.

Then the scream happened.

A high pitched scream, echoing over the fields. It was the sound of someone getting tortured, someone getting hit with Crucio. Draco was standing, the bottle in pieces around his feet. He didn’t give a damn though, his heart pounding, as he watched. Please not be Harry, please not be Harry.

The muttering ceased, and Draco feels the breath whoosh out of him as he sees Fleur being carried away. Relief flows into his blood, as he collapses on the chair. It was interesting, he thinks, that he felt so strongly about someone that even the Tri Wizard Tournament scared the crap out of him. A word flashes in his head, but he ignores it, shakes it quickly, focusing instead on the maze.

It’s almost 30 minutes before he sees the figures approaching the center. Even from this far away, he can see Harry, limping, and his throat tightens. Cedric is there too, and Draco watches as they both close their hands on the cup.

And he’s never known terror, not like this, as he sees the two of them being whisked away, a blur of yellow and red. Draco is frozen, panic surging through his body, as all around him the screaming starts. He can’t do anything, can’t move, can only stand and stare at the place where the boy he loved disappeared.

On the day he kissed Harry for the first time, they were outside.

They had gone behind the greenhouses, walking through the cold air. Draco was talking, spinning a tale of silences and marble and a cold home. “It’s hard. Just...” He exhales. “You’re locked in. There’s no other way to put it. You’re locked in and you’re screaming, because all you want to do is escape, and you can’t say anything, because you have to be perfect all the fucking time.”

Harry nods, his voice soft. “I know. I know, Draco.” He reached up, brushes a stray strand of hair from Draco’s face. “It’s a prophecy. You try to live, try to escape, but you can’t. Because everything, everything, rests on you.”

Draco laughs, his voice bitter. “But that’s just the thing, right? I can’t complain. Because I’m not marked for death, I’m just slowly killing myself inside trying not to fall apart and I know that there’s something wrong with me and I have to hide it -“

Harry’s voice is firm. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

Draco shakes his head. “Isn’t there?”

Harry grabs his arm, staring at Draco. Draco looks back, into the deep green eyes of his supposed enemy as Harry breathes, “No. There’s not.”

And then Harry’s leaning forwards, and Draco’s leaning forwards, and they are kissing so hard that Draco goes blind. The rain pours down on top of them, plastering Draco’s hair to his face, and he runs his hands along Harry’s back, pulling him closer, and God, he’s wanted to do this for so damn long and now they finally are together after 5 years. He can’t move, can’t talk, can’t do anything but breathe Harry in and kiss him harder as they stand there beneath the stars.

Part 2: https://the-elvish-shadowhunter.tumblr.com/post/180473477419/decided-to-make-a-part-two-because-a-few-people

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bell-dom · 5 years

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003.rtf

The band won a band battle, and then changed its name. Draco left way before that, and so it was just Chris, Matt and Dom. The three of them got very excited when they signed to make their first album. They had dreamt of this all their lives... and now that it was here: they didn't have enough songs.

"What about those you wrote back at school?" Dom asked Matt in the studio. "I still have your notebook, I'm sure we can use them for this."

"They're rubbish, Dom." Matt fired back. "Besides, we've overcome that—I've overcome that person I was." Dom looked at him in disbelief. He felt hurt. He treasured those songs... some talked about an impossible love, and others about rebelling to the what's imposed to us. All of that spoke to Dom on another level.

"I just think some lyrics there could change the world." There was a silence. Chris was looking at both of them, always in his infinite wisdom. Matt sighed, defeated. He nodded.

"Well, if you insist." Matt rolled his eyes. He was tired.

"I'll fetch the old thing, you both can practice without me meanwhile." Dom got up and exited the studio.

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While Matt and Chris practiced, Dom went back to his flat. It was small and it smelled like alcohol. He found the notebook in a box labeled "important", and was about to go out when he found a note on the coffee table. 'Please, give me a chance.' It was crumpled, and Dom could not mistake the handwriting: it was Matt's.

His heart skipped a beat. He felt nauseous.

Did he remember?

Did he feel the same?

Nah.

Impossible.

Could it be?

He took the note and saved it in his pants. He ran back to the studio.

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After six hours practicing different songs with Matt's lyrics, they've chosen two or three that that were good enough to keep improving the next day. They went to a pub after that, and surprisingly Chris had a lot to talk about.

"I didn't know both of you knew each other back then." He laughed. "How come we were in the same school but I can't remember you?"

"You're the youngest, Wolstenholme. Shut up." Dom replied nervously. "We met in a... in a..."

"I wasn't your type." Matt added. Dom got red as an ugly tomato. Chris bursted out laughing.

"Oh, now I see why you weren't with us." Chris could say between laughs.

"Shut up, Chris," Dom argued. He wasn't getting the hang of the conversation, "you don't know shit!"

The laughing ceased. Both looked at Dom grimly.

"Tell me to shut up again and I'm out." Chris deadpanned. "I don't know why you're so pissed. He's here now, innit?"

Dom tried to argue but looked at Matt's eyes.

"I'm sorry." Dom tried with all his might to contain the tears. He didn't want to fuck anything up. He had been trying so hard. Since the first time, it hadn't happened in a year and a half again. It was good, yes?

"I know I would've ruined your... vibes, but it's cool." Matt said taking a bunch of crisps into his mouth. "I'm the leader now, so it's cool." Chris started laughing.

"No, you're not! Dom's the leader!" Both stared at each other and then back to Chris.

"You are!" The three bursted out laughing. They knew leadership wasn't a matter to discuss.

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Three months after their album had finished recording, they were invited to a gig to play their first single. Dom felt lightheaded as their first interview rolled in perfectly. Matt was a talker naturally, Chris balanced it out. And whenever Matt needed help with explanations, Dom was able to reply for him. It was an amazing harmony for them, and the public noticed.

The gig helped with the anxiety. Playing, for Dom, was therapeutic. The afterparty was good as well.

The alcohol was a nice touch to the night, and he actually got to forget about the problems he had inside. Each bottle put out the fire inside, and when he was chill enough to lose control, he found Matt.

"This is good!" He shouted. Was the music too loud? Dom wondered. No, maybe he was just ecstatic. "Thank you for letting me join you on this." Dom frowned. This was something the three of them had done together. There was nothing to thank him for.

"But this is ours!" Dom shouted back confused. "You and me... and Chris—"

"Yes, but you accepted me back then! If that hadn't had happened... we wouldn't be here!" And the crowd moved them apart, Dom staring blankly, trying to process Matt's quick words in between the fuzziness of the alcohol in his veins.

His head was spinning.

Some groupies grabbed him and he let them make out with him. He felt like never before. He was so lucky.

Lucky to be with Matt on this.

He closed his eyes for a while. He felt hands on his back, on his crotch. His cock was hardening. He was feeling good.

When he opened his eyes, he saw Matt against his lips. He was sweating. Both were sweating. Matt was shirtless and his tongue was pushing inside harder, Dom choked and they were separated for a few seconds.

"No, Matt, you're... you're not..."

"It feels good with you, please..." Dom flinched at that last word. The note, he thought.

"Matt, did you write that note on my—" but Matt closed his lips with his, and he couldn't say no this time. He needed this too. He had missed his lips too. It had been way too long without him in this way. He tried to worry about the door, people that could be watching them but the pleasure he was feeling was overpowering. He gave into it without holding anything back.

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Dom woke up to find Matt's sleeping face in front of him. His mouth was open, his drool staining the pillow underneath them. Dom couldn't help but smile. Some hickeys were showing on Matt's neck. Dom bit his lower lip. He didn't remember much.

He stirred a bit, then got up and retrieved his own clothes to get dressed in the bathroom. Once he was out, Matt wasn't in the room anymore.

Waiters were picking up bottles and other mess outside the bedroom. He asked one of them for Matt to which she replied that he had hurried out in a call.

Dom followed where she had pointed with her finger, Matt could be seen behind the glass door. He pushed it and... he heard the conversation:

"G, luv, I'll pick you up in a while, we partied all night but I promise we'll feast this morning. I'm all yours today." Dom felt a knot in his stomach. Then Matt turned, saw Dom standing there, and then he said, "Dom sends his regards, babe. See you in a bit!" He hung up and Dom couldn't say anything. He felt like his heart had sunken inside his chest.

Matt asked him something but Dom's ears were filled with the sound of his heartbeat. He vomited right there. Matt tried to help him but Dom reassured him it was part of the hangover, that he was fine and that he should go to G.

The shorter lad looked worried at him before nodding and dialing someone. Dom needed him out of there, the heavy pounding was getting worst just by watching him get concerned about his well-being. He had called Chris and had asked him to pick Dom up, that he had to leave but that he wasn’t looking so good.

If Matt knew it was because of him.

#belldom #dombell #muse

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written-in-ash · 1 year

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How Draco Won Spin the Bottle (And Outed Himself in the Process) for @shealynn88

Teen | 7k | No Warnings

There is a fleeting moment of silence in the recesses of Draco’s mind where his heart soars. He feels the shackles of centuries worth of expectations waver and fall away. His father’s admonishing voice and his mother’s mutterings of displeasure fade into the haze. For the first time since the start of the war, he feels unburdened.

Or, Draco gets stupidly drunk, Harry's madly in love, and Zacharias Smith needs to keep his radish hands to himself.

Tags: Alcohol, Drinking Games, Drunken Confessions, Hogwarts Eighth Year, Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Fluff and Humor, Humor, Smitten Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter is So Whipped, Jealous Draco Malfoy, Spin the Bottle, Happy Ending, Draco says stupid a lot when he's drunk, Zacharias Smith throws a tantrum

Read now on AO3!

Much thanks to @crazybutgood and @basicallyahedgehog for all the help!

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socontagiousimagines · 6 years

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Dibs - Draco x Reader

hi I’m back from like a year hiatus and I wrote something. This is 100% not perfect so... Don’t forget you can request in my ask box! But please, be aware that it might take me awhile, so, please don’t keep sending me asks about when your request will be up!! I have no idea! Okay, thanks. Now on to the more important things!!!

Request - anon: can you write something with Dibs by Kelsea Ballerini?? thank you! xx.

Warnings - There may be too much dialogue and I’m sorry... I’m still trying to get back into the swing of things!

(this gif makes me so sad okay sorry)

Y/N watched from across the room as Pansy and her girl gang hung on to every word Draco Malfoy said to them. Slytherin had just won the first Quidditch match of the season, so naturally there was a huge party after the game. Being a Ravenclaw, she really shouldn’t have been in the Slytherin common room, but one of her best friends had insisted that she come celebrate. So here she was, sitting alone, staring at the most sought after boy in Hogwarts, and a little bit drunker than she’d like to admit.

Y/N had always thought of Draco Malfoy as attractive, but she’d never tell anyone that. Despite her pure blood status, she was a Ravenclaw and she was supposed to hate Slytherin - and for the most part she kind of did. But she didn’t hate him. She had no reason to. He’d never done anything to her and while she didn’t totally agree with how he treated some people, she couldn’t deny that there was something different about him. He was intoxicating. She’d always had a fascination with him. He just carried himself so differently than everyone else, but she liked to blame that on the fact that he was a Malfoy.

Something came over her. And she wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol in her system or a small moment of bravery, but she downed one more shot of fire whiskey and made her way over to the tall platinum haired boy. Pushing her way through the crowd of girls surrounding him, she finally made it to him. She tapped him on the shoulder. As he turned, she felt her confidence slip. What had she been thinking? Why would she put herself in the line of Draco Malfoy’s attention? “Y/L/N? What are you doing here? You’re in Ravenclaw.”

His narrowed blue eyes met her wide e/c ones.

Her confidence went up a little bit. If she could look Draco Malfoy in the eye, she could do anything.

“Great observation. I am, in fact, in Ravenclaw. I came here with Y/F/N. I was just wondering if, perhaps, you’d want to dance with me.”

She took a deep breath and watched as Draco tilted his head and smirked. Handing his drink off to Blaise, he grabbed Y/N’s hand and led her to where others were dancing.

“That was awfully brave of you, Y/L/N.” He commented, looking directly into her eyes.

“I was feeling epic.” Y/N responded and looked around. Dancing wasn’t really her thing and she had no idea why she had asked Draco to dance. She really didn’t plan this out.

“Epic, huh? I like it.”

He smirked again and raised an eyebrow as the fast paced song died out and gave way to a much slower one. One of his hands slowly made it’s way to her hand as his other went down to her waist to pull her closer to him.

“I don’t know how to do this, Draco. I’ve never slow danced in my life.” Y/N muttered.

Draco chuckled and whispered into her ear, “That’s alright. Just follow me, it’s not too difficult… try and keep up, Ravenclaw.” Y/N took a deep breath and tried to relax. It wasn’t that she wasn’t confident, it was just that Draco Malfoy made her extremely nervous. He exuded this confidence and arrogance that just screamed, “if you touch me, you’ll regret it.” Y/N laid her forehead against his shoulder as he pulled her even closer. “Why are you being so nice to me? We’ve only talked a few times in classes and we’re definitely not friends. You could have humiliated me back there when I asked you to dance… why didn’t you?” she asked as he spun them around slowly. His hand let go of hers and he placed it on the small of her back. Both of her hands rested on his chest.

“Contrary to popular belief, I’m not a total ass. Plus, you had so much confidence back there and I couldn’t help but to say yes. You’re sexy as hell when you’re so confident.” He replied.

They stopped spinning and Y/N’s head snapped up to look the boy in the eye. He couldn’t mean that, could he? This was a joke. But the look on Draco’s face told her that he just might very well be serious. She tilted her head and played along.

“Well, Malfoy, I could’ve sworn you had a girlfriend…or two… or three. Maybe five? How many girls follow Pansy following you around?” He chuckled and shook his head. He started to slowly spin them again, avoiding her last comment. She wasn’t having any of that though and continued to look the Slytherin prince in the eye. “What is your status, Malfoy? Are you single?”

“Yes.”

“Are you trying to keep it that way?” “Not particularly, no.”

“Well then, you can tell Pansy and her girl gang to back off. Because I’m calling dibs on you, Draco Malfoy.” Draco chuckled at the thought of telling Pansy to back off. He’d done it several times, the girl just did not care. She insisted that Draco was fond of her and in reality he couldn’t stand her. The Slytherin prince had always had his eye on someone else. That someone else was standing in front of him and offering him something he’d wanted since the moment he saw her first year.

“You think she’ll listen to me if I tell her you called dibs on me? Do you know Pansy at all?” he asked. The slow song continued to play in the silence between the two. Finally, Y/N cracked a smile. “Of course I don’t think she’ll listen to you. Are you free Friday night? I have nowhere to be if you’d like to do something.”

“I think that sounds alright. Although, aren’t I supposed to be the one asking you out?” he replied.

“Actually, yes, you are supposed to be the one asking me out. But apparently, you didn’t have enough nerve to. You should have also been the one to ask me to dance, but here we are…” she trailed off leaving a comfortable silence.

The two danced and hung out with each other for the rest of the night. They made plans to travel to Hogsmeade together for Friday night. Y/N left the party with Y/F/N happily explaining what exactly had happened that night.

The next few days seemed to drag on. Y/N couldn’t focus in class. All she could think about was the fact she had Draco Malfoy’s attention that entire night of the party. He didn’t glance in the direction of his friends once and made zero excuses to leave. If this was a joke, he was really committed to it.

The two teens exchanged flirty looks in-between classes and even flirtier remarks in classes. The entire student body was sick of the two constantly flirting — and Y/N had to admit that if she was the one in the middle of a flirty conversation in Charms class, she wouldn’t be too thrilled either. What the student body was thrilled about, however, was the fact the Draco seemed to be leaving everyone alone — even famous Harry Potter.

The day had finally arrived. Y/N Y/L/N and Draco Malfoy were going on their first date.

Y/N got ready with an anxious energy. While she was ecstatic to be going on a date with Draco, she also had to remember that he was cruel and this could turn out to be a joke. There was no reason for him to humiliate her, but it’s not like that ever stopped him from picking on anyone else.

As she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, she took a deep breath. Y/N made her way over to the mirror by the bedroom door.

Something was missing.

She narrowed her eyes until they fell on her lips.

Lipstick.

She slowly applied the red liquid to her lips and took a step back. Smoothing down her hair and clothes, Y/N decided to leave before she could find anything else she could pick apart and change. If she didn’t leave then, she would’ve been late anyway.

Hogsmeade turned out to be a dream come true. Their first stop was The Three Broomsticks to grab a few bottles of butterbeer. They sat there for a few hours talking about their families and how they grew up.

While Draco’s parents drilled it into him that being a Slytherin was the right way and the only way, Y/N’s parents had taught her a different approach. Her dad had been a Slytherin while her mother had been a Ravenclaw. They’d told her that no matter what house she was put into, it didn’t really matter. She was just lucky and privileged enough to even go to school.

There were many more differences in how the two grew up. Not only were Y/N’s parents more relaxed on school work and magic, but they also didn’t believe in having house elves. Draco had snorted at this and asked her how exactly they kept their house clean. Y/N gave him an incredulous look and told him that everyone just kept their own area of the house clean and in turn, nothing was ever really disheveled. Draco thought it was pointless to do work yourself when you had house elves who could do it for you.

From The Three Broomsticks, the pair made their way to Honeydukes. Draco wasn’t the biggest fan of sweets and neither was Y/N, but they grabbed a few chocolate frogs and a box of Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans.

After exiting the candy shop, Draco suggested they take a seat on a nearby bench so they could test some of the jellybean flavors. Most of the candies Draco pulled were disgusting and he ended up spitting half of them on the ground. Y/N thought it was hilarious that Draco kept picking bad ones while she was managing to pick all of the good tasting ones. “So, Y/N, do you think we’ll be going on another date some time soon? I’ve really enjoyed our day here… and I wouldn’t mind hanging out with you more often.” Draco smirked.

Y/N leaned forward to kiss the boy on his cheek, leaving a lipstick mark just below his cheekbone.

“I’d love to spend more time with you. Of course I’ll go on another date, Draco.”

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heya:) do you by any chance have any party game fics (idk, truth or dare, fuck marry kill, spin the bottle, never have i ever...) that aren't "starts with a spin" and "right hand red" or "'check this hand 'cause i'm marvellous" because, obviously, those are classics! but i've been craving fics like these and your recs are always AWESOME, so if you have some, that would make my day! ♥♥♥ fucking love your blog btw

DO I KNOW ANY PARTY GAME FICS?? DO I??

(spoiler alert: the answer is fuck yes I have a ton of them, this is one of my all-time favorite tropes!)

Drarry & Party Games Fic Recs

Starts With A Spin by Maxine (120K)- It started with the spin of a bottle, and now Harry and Draco have gotten themselves so far into their own game there’s almost no way out again. Except to keep playing.You can’t tell me not to include the most quintessential party games fic ever on my party games rec list! Much like Drarry’s relationship, this fic starts with a game of spin the bottle and then develops over a series of fucking amazing funny REALISTIC teenage drinking games. And there’s a real, developed plot too! Oh, and smut. Don’t forget the smut. Perfection!!

Right Hand Red by lumosed_quill (73K)- Harry felt Malfoy’s breath on his lips as they came together over the bottle, hands firmly planted on the floor as though they each needed their familiar soil, refusing to cross into enemy territory. Except that Malfoy no longer felt like his enemy. Malfoy felt inevitable.I challenge you to find one person who has read this fic and not loved it to death. Like Starts With A Spin, there are tons of fun games that bring our boys together, but unlike Starts With A Spin, they are into each other from the beginning and it is a sweet lovely romance and MY FAVORITE THING is Harry teaching Draco to cast a Patronus.

check this hand ‘cause I’m marvelous by lumosed_quill (8K)- Harry’s had a crush on Malfoy for months now. But it will take a bar full of his friends, some Firewhisky, wagers made on his behalf, and Malfoy himself to get him to act on it.You know, on my own I probably wouldn’t have thought to include this one for party games because they’re at a bar, but they’re playing DARTS so it TOTALLY FITS and I’m so glad you mentioned it. Draco is a sexy fucking bastard here. Sexy. Fucking. Bastard. Do you like sexy Draco? READ IT.

How to Handle an Enemy by who_la_hoop (7.5K)- Everyone knows that it’s no fun playing truth or dare with a Slytherin. But add a little Veritaserum, a scheming duo of Slytherin girls and surprising things can be revealed. Particularly about the fine line between love and hate…I fucking ADORE this fic!! It (and its equally-amazing-but-lacking-party-games-sequel Turnabout is Fair Play) is one of the hottest things I’ve ever read. The Slytherins play veritaserum Truth or Dare and then– ENTER THEIR SURPRISE PARTY GUEST: THE BOY WHO IS THE OBJECT OF DRACO’S LUST. And there’s WANKING PUBLIC WANKING.

Spin the Wand by WrittenSins (3K)- In the spirit of inter-house unity, the eighth years have a small party. In an attempt to get Harry and Ginny back together, Hermione and Ron come up with the plan of a rigged game of Spin the Wand, but not all goes as planned. Excerpt: “The idea was simple: A game of spin the bottle, but instead of a bottle, a toy wand, and instead of a game of chance, Hermione had spelled the wand to land on whoever the spinner most desired to kiss.”One of those fics where the summary says it all- and you’re probably already reading the fic, not sticking around to hear me babble about how cute it is XD

Silk Scarves and Enchanted Handcuffs by TommyLane (28.5K)- It was only supposed to be for seven minutes and then the blindfold would come off and he’d be free from the dark cupboard and his mystery partner - only Harry was no longer sure he wanted it to end.This fic is brilliant. It’s pretty much just one long party with one long game in which Harry and Draco are blindfolded and shoved into a cupboard together and then subsequently handcuffed. YEAH. And Harry is like “WHO IS THIS HOT PIECE OF ARSE I’M KISSING I WANT TO DO THIS FOREVER” and then he’s like “OH IT WAS MALFOY….STILL WANT TO DO IT FOREVER.” Mhmm. Yep.

Teach Me by lauren3210 (3K) “I’ve decided to help you out,” Draco had said earlier that evening, plonking himself down on the sofa next to Potter.Draco benevolently offers to teach Harry to play poker. And then he not-so-benevolently draws him into a private game of strip poker ;)

One Night at the Leaky by birdsofshore (12.5K)- Harry should have known better than to accept a drunken dare. Especially when Malfoy was sitting right there, looking like that and wearing those bloody tight trousers.What’s better than eighth year truth or dare? ADULT truth or dare. Especially amazing funny lovely adult truth or dare in which Harry tries to win a date with Draco Malfoy

Games Night by @agentmoppet (7K)- Harry has no idea why Hermione decided that an inter-house Games Night would be a good idea, but he’s here now, and he intends to beat Malfoy, no matter what game he chooses. But, who would have thought muggle games could be full of so much… tension?Aaaah Harry and Draco being super competitive playing various muggle games

Trick or Treat by amorette (9.5K)- Harry had no idea that he was such a fetishist - a fact which he discovers on Halloween.This fic has so many good things- Draco loses a bet and has to wear a girl’s uniform to the Halloween party. Harry is distracted and jealous all night. A game of “trick or treat.” And kinky kinky, very hot smut.

The Lovers’ Circle by nicevenn (13.5K)- Tired of feeling alone, Harry agrees to play a matchmaking game with the other eighth years. It’s just a game, after all. What harm could it do?AAAH these tarot cards match up Harry and Draco because they’re compatible af, but they refuse to do the task (THE AMAZING TASK) they are given, so Harry and Draco have to endure a curse! And by curse I mean they’re bonded in an incredibly creative and helpful way. FLUFF and CHRISTMAS

Corruptela Vox by Constant Vigilance (5.5K)- Draco’s kink is revealed. Pretty much a PWP. Parselsmut Parselsmut Parselsmut. With a side of truth or dare, embarrassment, and some fluff.

Never Have I Ever by faithwood (0.5K)- Hogwarts students play the “Never have I ever” game.Can a fic be a classic if it’s only 690 words long? APPARENTLY SO because this is required reading and it’s perfect.

Restraint by @fleetofshippyships (153.5K)- Someone casts the Imperius curse on Draco Malfoy, and whatever the instructions may be, Harry finds himself an unwilling target. The encounter leaves him torn between pleasure and revulsion. As they fight in the aftermath, a tense game begins. Harry fights to convince Malfoy, and himself, that he was not affected by that initial encounter, or any of those following it. Faced with a series of escalating encounters, Harry must come to terms with desiring things he never thought he could, things he wishes he didn’t respond to. They each use signs of arousal as weapons against each other in a mad struggle to finally shame the other into backing down for good. But it’s only after the game is over that Harry starts to understand.So as you can probably guess, there’s quite a bit of angst in this fic, but the development of their relationship reads really realistically, and if you’re into the enemies-to-reluctant-lovers trope (aren’t we all?!) then you will absolutely enjoy this blessedly LONG fic, which features plenty of games to out Harry and Draco to their friends ;) (warning for brief but detailed Harry/George)

Bond, Shag, or Crucio by catsintheattic (5K)- I hope you all realise how asinine this situation is,“ says Draco as he looks down his nose at the assembled party.Just a short little fic in which the Slytherins and Gryffindors join together for a revealing game of the wizard equivalent for fuck, marry, kill ;)

Seven Minutes in the Garden of Wizarding Delights by Zahra (3K)- Draco Malfoy is resolutely heterosexual; Pansy Parkinson will attest to this. So will Queenie Greengrass, Orla Quirke, Eloise Midgen, and if pressed, Blaise Zabini.There is Seven Minutes in Heaven and Draco is in MAJOR denial and his inner monologue is hilarious.

Reigning Champ by LadySlytherin (14K)- If there’s one thing every Slytherin loves, it’s a good game. Too Hot was played at every party Slytherin House had hosted for years, and Draco had won every round since the first time he played. Pride in his title as Champion was to be expected. Stating it like a challenge in front of the returning Eighth-Year Gryffindors? Not Draco’s brightest move, to be sure. Combine the challenge with mistletoe, feminine wiles and secret plots, Ron Weasley’s temper, and an unexpected connection with a Dragonologist and Draco’s Christmas just got a whole lot more complicated!I’ve never seen a game quite like this before- the first person to touch the other during a kiss loses. And Draco thinks he’s so cool and invincible but he’s NOT because when it comes to Harry he just can’t restrain himself! As you may imagine, it features lots of non-HD kisses for game purposes, but also be warned that Draco goes on a date with Charlie. Endgame 100% Drarry though!

Veritaserum Truth or Dare by ElectricBlueLilies (2K)- The returning eighth years bond over a game of Truth or Dare.Short, adorable, easy fluff

You Already Know What’s Next by silverdawn89 (14.5K)- It’s about Truth or Dare, except it’s not really about Truth or Dare at all. Or: there is alcohol and a bunch of twenty-somethings play embarrassing party games.Harry is Draco’s neighbor, and he is very LOUD and ANNOYING until Draco is finally invited to one of his parties and it has to be a prank only it’s not

Lockdown by Vorabiza (35K)- Four Gryffindors and four Slytherins under a forced lockdown in the potions classroom for two days.A lot of Harry being a confident, sexy bastard who’s done everything you could ever think to mention in a game of Never Have I Ever. Also some exhibitionism for good measure :P

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cotton candy fingers

pairing : ron x pansy word count : 2.1k prompt : ferris wheel date moment for : @hprarepairnet & @slytherdornet trope challenge

Pansy narrowed her eyes at her so-called best friend. “In what universe would I ever-”

Draco rolled his eyes and let out a noise of frustration. “Merlin, Pansy, for once can’t you just be a friend instead of a bitch?”

“Flattery will get you nowhere,” she said flatly, then took in how pitiful he looked and resigned with a sigh. “What do I get out of this?”

Draco knew that he’d won, but hid his smile just in case she changed her mind. “Satisfaction of helping a friend?” She just gave him a blank stare and blinked. “Alright, alright. I’ll let your shoppe style me for Mother’s next gala.”

She crossed her arms. “Next three, and you buy all the clothes.” Draco smiled his agreement, and she turned to scrutinize the curtains. “Why do you even need me there,” she scoffed.

“Hermione has it in her head that if our friends just spent some time together then you’d all... I don’t, get a long or something.”

Pansy laughed. “Oh, sure. Can’t you see the Weasley girl and I now, arm and arm in a secondhand shop?”

“Let’s clarify something right now. You have to actually try, you have to play nice; or else I’ll drape myself rags and rave about your ridiculously affordable prices.”

Apparently, a fair was just an excuse to pay money to walk around in the dirt, eat food unfit for even dogs, play obviously rigged games, ride around on death traps, and do it all surrounded by loud, sticky children. Not exactly the fun Muggle experience Hermione had spouted.

It didn’t help that Theo had bailed last minute with some bullshit excuse about work, or that Potter and his little Weasley had broken off on their own nearly instantly to no doubt commit some unbearable displays of public affection anywhere they could. The boy couldn’t even walk without his hand in her back pocket. It was sickening. And it also left her alone with the other Weasley, obscenely tall and lanky, covered in freckles and just smiling dumbly like nothing in the world could bother him.

Though, she could maybe admit to herself that she wouldn’t turn down cotton candy were it offered to her again. And, well, maybe it was a little cute watching Draco fail miserably at that ring toss game trying to win Hermione some hideous stuffed caterpillar, and pretending she didn’t seen Hermione magically guide the rings to the bottles in the end. Gross, but cute.

“I think I’ll name her... Beatrice,” Hermione chirped, smiling up at Draco as they walked ahead of Pansy and Ron.

“That’s a pretty staunch name for a neon caterpillar,” Draco responded.

Next to her, Ron made a gagging noise, to which Pansy let out a laugh before she could stop herself. She felt him eyeing her, could practically feel the air around his mouth displace as he pulled a smile. “They’re way too bloody cute,” he said. She made a hum of acknowledgement and nothing more.

“Just last week she actually fed him from her plate.”

Pansy couldn’t help herself. She stopped walking and looked up at him. “You’ve got to be kidding.” Ron stopped too, and shook his head. “Disgusting. You know he’ll just follow her around the bookstore for hours, grinning like an idiot and carrying all her books.”

Ron’s hands were shoved in his pockets. “It’s pathetic, really.” They both let out small, awkward laughs, but then a silence fell and Pansy had to consciously stop herself from squirming. She looked back to where she’d last seen her traitor of a friend and his bushy haired girlfriend, but they were gone.

“Great,” she mumbled, her eyes rolling to the sky. She looked Ron over and mentally shrugged. She’d actually tried to play nice all night, and now Draco had left her. He’d given her no choice. “So are you just going to stand there all night like a big dumb troll?” She expected an objection, or a reaction, or something, but all she got was a shrug.

“Well... I could eat again,” he said, his tone more of a suggestion, something that implied whatever they do, they do together.

It completely caught her off her guard and she said the first thing that came to her mind when she thought about eating. “Cotton candy,” she blurted, quite dumbly but she recovered quickly with a look that turned it into a demand.

He laughed. “Yeah, sure. I think there’s a cart back this way.”

“Nope, no. Absolutely not.” Arms crossed, she turned away from him, away from the death trap he was trying to lure her into.

“Oh come on,” he urged, taking her by the hand. She froze, and glanced from her hand to him. He quickly dropped it. “It’s not that bad,” he continued, pointedly ignoring how uncomfortable it had become. “Look, there are children doing it.”

Pansy looked over the railing and at the big metal gazebo of sorts, where a dozen or so people were riding in little pill shaped boxes, crashing them into one another. Dodgems, Ron had called it. There were children doing it, some with their parents, some alone, and they all seemed to be loving it.

“I’ll buy you more cotton candy,” Ron said in her ear. He was right behind her now, she could feel the heat from his body on her back. “But if you’re chicken...”

She set her jaw. “I’m trying the blue flavor this time.”

“It’s the best one really,” he said, smugger than she liked. He walked around her and they got in line. The longer they waited the more anxious she became. “You want to ride in one together, or drive one by yourself?” He asked as they neared the front of the queue. She studied the people on the ride as they moved forward, and even the Muggles, for whom this was a normal thing, seemed to be having trouble moving them around. “Parkinson we’re next,” he urged, and sure enough they were being ushered onto the metal floor.

“You just go.” She pushed his arm and he led them to a red car in the back and climbed in. His knees were nearly to his chest and there hardly seemed to be any room for her next to him. No way was she sitting that close to him, it was out of the question.

Across the floor some kid started emphatically screaming about smashing everyone and she changed her mind and climbed in next to him. “Ready?” he asked, a mischievous grin on his face. She grabbed the bar in front of her and said nothing.

“Stop, stop!” she was screaming not thirty seconds later. “No!” she cried as some little girl and her father ran into them straight on. She jerked as another car hit them in the side and was aghast to find herself clinging to Ron’s arm.

“You have to relax,” he hollered, leaning into her. “We’ve been hit loads of times now and you’re fine. Relax.” He nudged her a few times, and she eventually, albeit begrudgingly, did relax. To her surprise, it actually wasn’t all horrible. “Full speed!” he bellowed, ramming right into a car carrying a young boy, who screamed with laughter upon impact.

Pansy eyed the little wheel he’d been holding, and realized that it must be what was controlling the cart. In a rare moment of spontaneity she did something entirely fueled by adrenaline and grabbed the wheel, pulling it in her direction. “Detour!“ she cried, laughing as they headed straight for the side wall. They bounced off and she tried to move the wheel again, but they didn’t move. She glared up at Ron, because surely he was at fault, only to find him looking down at her with a bemused and slightly perplexed look in his eyes.

“It’s not moving,” she stated, trying to ignore the pang of nervous laughter. There was something about his gaze that made her suddenly self conscious.

“The rides over,” he explained, a small chuckle in his throat. He struggled and almost fell out of the car, but when he was free he held down his hand to help her out. It wasn’t done in the poised, stiff, slightly cupped manner in which every man in her life had ever tried to help her off of a simple curb, as though she were maid of glass and might break at any moment, but in a simpler way, with his arm muscles relaxed and hand naturally opened. And when he pulled her up, he literally pulled her up, like a sack of flour, like something sturdy, made of bone and muscle.

“What next?” Ron asked as they walked around, weaving through the crowd of people and ignoring the barkers. Pansy picked at her third cotton candy of the night, letting the sugar dissolve on her tongue with a content smile on her face. Ron had been wrong, blue was good, but pink was the best. “Oh, how about that one!” He pointed to a tall ride, with a swinging arm that spun riders around, back and forth, and upside down, at a ridiculous speed and way too far in the air. The sign read ‘Flaming Tornado’.

“Yeah, sure,” she said flatly, “and then after that we can go on that one.” She pointed to the ride next to it, in which people were spinning around in cars at the end of each leg of a giant spider, called ‘Arachnophobia’.

Instead of responding Ron turned on his heels and walked the other way.

“I will murder you in your sleep Draco Malfoy,” Pansy hissed, her hand clamped tight around his arm, pulling him away from Hermione and Ron. “Where in the world have you been? I’ve had to walk around with Weasley, riding death traps and listening to him ramble on about Merlin knows what.”

“You? Did what? What did you ride? The Flaming Tornado? Because that was amazing! I mean I thought flying was fun but -”

She punched him in the arm. “We’re going home now.”

Draco rubbed his arm and glared at her. “We’re almost ready. Hermione just wants to go on one more ride.” He nodded toward the ride next to them, a giant wheel, slowly spinning in the sky, It was quite possibly the tallest ride at the fair. Merlin help her.

In line, Draco and Ron took up an almost coded chat about Quidditch, while Hermione tried filling Pansy in on some recent Ministry news, but Pansy couldn’t pay attention. Dodgems were one thing, but heights were another. She almost left the line two times, but doing so would only let everyone else know that she had fears to begin with, so she stuck it out, and finally it was their turn.

She was horrified at how small the carts were, and at the fact that they hardly even stopped to let you on. She’d even hesitated so long that she skipped one, letting it rise empty into the sky.

Ron cleared his throat and shuffled in front of her. He got in first, and held his hand out. “It okay,” he said, “Muggles do this all the time.” There was something condescending in his tone and that was what snapped her out of it. Under no circumstances was Ron Weasley going to patronize her.

“Of course they do,” she huffed, and stepped right on. They were just passed the base when he chuckled. “What?” she demanded, but he just shook his head. “What?”

“I mean, I knew that would work, I just didn’t know it would work that well. You practically jumped into the cart.”

Pansy was about to smack his arm and rip into him, but then she realized they’d risen even further and her hands gripped the bar instead.

“I thought Slytherins weren’t supposed to be so easy to manipulate,” he continued.

“And I thought Weasleys were supposed to be as dumb as garden gnomes,” she retorted. “So I guess we were both surprised.”

“Oh, is that a compliment?”

“What? No, of course not.” She was quite adamant with him, but with herself she wasn’t so sure. Had it been a compliment?

“Because it sounded like a compliment.” He looked quite pleased with himself.

“I’m surprised you even know what a compliment sounds like Weasley. You are the most obnoxious, the most frustrating person I’ve ever had the displeasure of acquainting, you know that?” She waited for him to retaliate but he was just smiling that dumb, goofy smile. “What!?”

“It’s a great view from here, huh?” He looked away, out over the edge of the car. She opened her mouth but nothing came out. They were stopped at the top, and she realized that he’d just been distracting her.

From there they could see for miles; city lights, a glistening lake, and the moon hanging in the sky. She glanced at him, he was just leaning on the side of the car, looking out over the city, content as could be. She jerked her foot, lightly kicking his leg in a feeble mix of protest and gratitude.

“I guess you’re not the most obnoxious.”

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