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[wollymalfoy]

Hogwarts is my home...(pt7)

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Description: Things are fixed between you and your father and a wonderful summer with the Weasleys.

Writers note: I love this part of the story I hope you all do to! Im sorry this took a long time my house is very noisy from all the young siblings running around 🤣

As the last days at Hogwarts went by and the days got hotter you still had two people you needed to forgive. However you was determined to avoid your father until you disappeared for summer break. You stopped going to potions class and wouldnt go to the great hall to eat. You either went to the kitchens or one of the twins brought you food. Draco would also often knock on your door and leave you little gifts, either food, books or little notes saying how much he loved you. Sometimes he’d even sit agains your door and talk about his day, he didn’t know wether you’d listen but he wanted to spend time with you even if it was through a door. When Draco would do this you sat by the door so you could hear him better and often fall asleep there. Until one day you let him in. You opened the door and he fell through landing on his back. ‘Sorry Draco’ you said helping the pale boy up. He smiled at you widely and gave you the biggest hug you’d ever received. ‘I’m sorry I’ve been so distant, I just... a lots happened and-‘ you began to explain but Draco kisses you softly. ‘You don’t have to explain, love’ he said moving a piece of hair out of your face, ‘how’s things with your dad, he asked me about you. I even saw him ask George and Fred about you when I came out of charms.’ He smiled. ‘He spoke to Fred and George? No shouting?’ He shook his head, ‘a civilised conversation?’ He nodded and laughed. Maybe your dad can change you thought. If he’s willing to talk to the worst students he’s ever had (his words not yours) then maybe you could consider getting on good terms with him again. ‘Thats great!’ You said throwing yourself into your bed. Draco lay on top of you his head rested agains your stomach. He looked up and smiled at you. Merlin, you missed these moments.

-

You knocked softly on your fathers classroom door. ‘Enter!’ He said. He turned from the blackboard which he had written potion instructions on and looked at you in shock. ‘I erm, I’m sorry for trashing your office’ you said moving towards him, ‘and I’m sorry for calling you an arse.’ You laughed. ‘I was a bit of an arse’ he smiled, ‘I don’t blame you for being angry at me. I’m trying to be a better person, for you.’ ‘I heard you spoke to Fred and George. Nicely’ you laughed. ‘Yeah, I wanted to see if they had heard from you because Draco hadn’t’ he laughed. You looked at each other in silence. ‘Can you forgive me Y/N’ he sighed. You nodded and gave him a hug. You felt him tense as you hugged him but he soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around you.

-

‘Are you going home for summer Y/N/N?’ Pansy said as you all sat doing last minute essays. ‘No I’m going to the burrow’ you said cooly. ‘The what?’ Blaise said raising an eyebrow. ‘The burrow, it’s where George and Fred live’ you said smiling. ‘You are? You didn’t say’ Draco said looking at you with sad eyes. ‘I’m sorry Draco, i completely forgot to tell you about it’ you said putting your hand on his. ‘You’ll still write to me?’ He said softly. ‘Of course I will, baby’ you said kissing his cheek. ‘And we can meet up a few times?’ He said, ‘for dates?’ You nodded and smiled. He finally smiled at you, his eyes twinkled as he did so. You loved how you could make Draco so happy. You loved how his face lit up when he saw you smile, and how he’d run circles over your skin when you cuddled. You loved everything about Draco. The way you felt about him you’d never felt about anyone before. The feeling was brand new to you but you loved it.

-

You arrived at the burrow after a long train ride. The sun was setting behind the strange looking house as you carried your trunk to the front door. It’d been so long since your last visit, but the house smelled just the same. It smelt just like the twins. A mixture of cinnamon, chocolate and sweetly smelling flowers. You moved into the house and watched the clock that had the families face on move to ‘home.’ You smiled to yourself as you looked around this wonderful home. ‘Come on Y/N you’re holding us up’ Fred said nudging you with his trunk. You stuck your tongue out as you moved to let the rest of the Weasley clan into the house. ‘Y/N you’ll be sharing a room with Ginny as usual’ Mrs Weasley smiles at you as she pointed to upstairs.

You began to unpack with Ginny when you heard a knock on the door. It was George. ‘I was wondering Y/N, do you wanna walk up to the treehouse’ he said pointing behind your head. ‘We’ve got some pictures to add. And we can show you what we added at Christmas’ he said trying to smile. You nodded putting your pyjamas on your bed.

-

‘Where you going George?’ Molly said as George opened the front door. ‘Just nipping to the tree house mum’ he said. ‘Well it’s getting dark and dinner will be ready soon so you better hurry’ she said putting her hands on her hips. You walked over the grassy field and into the woods. Not far into the woods the tree house sat, it was painted scarlet. The coat of paint immaculate, it had only been painted this colour almost a year now. You was there when it was painted, you came back to the burrow that day covered head to toe in the scarlet paint. George kicked the tree and the ladders fell to the ground. You gave him a puzzled look, the ladders where normally summoned by the pull of a rope. ‘The ropes dodgy, we need to fix it’ he said as he gestured for you to climb the ladder. You nodded and climbed the ladder, the cold metal making you shiver. The inside walls were painted gold and spotted with pictures. Five Beanbags lay in a circle, each one a dark green. ‘We need some Slytherin representation for Y/an’ Ginny had said when you’d all gone shopping for furniture. You heard George huff as he entered the small house. ‘Look’ he smiled pointing to box on top of the set of drawers. Inside was sweets of all colours along with lots of rolls of parchment. ‘These are all our inventions’ he smiled, ‘we need to keep them in here because mum doesn’t approve.’ ‘Whats this’ you said as you picked up a piece of flesh coloured string. ‘That’s the string to go with the extendable ears, they’re not done yet.’ ‘Cool..’ you said looking through all the pieces of parchment in amazement. ‘You’re gonna go far with these George... they’re amazing’ you turned to look at him, ‘don’t let anyone stop you from pursuing your dream. I’ll be right behind you and Fred to cheer you on.’ His eyes lit up as he heard you say this. He gawped at your unsure of what to say. ‘George! Y/N!’ Ginnys voice came from below, ‘mum says dinners ready.’ You waited for George to close the box looking around the room at the quidditch posters and mixture of Slytherin and Gryffindor banners and flags. ‘We can put the pictures up tomorrow’ you smiled and you went down the ladders.

-

After dinner you went upstairs to get into your pyjamas with Ginny. ‘I’ve got this muggle book dad gave me’ she said showing you it, ‘would you like to read it with me. We can sit by the fire in the living room.’ ‘Yeah that sounds lovely’ you said smiling taking hold of the book, it was called Cinderella which you had never heard of from being around only wizards your entire life. After you was dressed into your pyjamas and dressing gowns you skipped down the stairs. You heard talking from the kitchen, ‘oh George why don’t you just tell her how you feel already’ his mother sighed. ‘Mum!’ He cried, ‘she’s already dating someone anyways.’ ‘Oh... who?’ She said unable to hold on her curiosity. ‘Draco Malfoy...’ he said sadly. His mother didn’t say anything but you heard her footsteps as she moved across the room to him. You heard enough and retreated into the living room. Did George like you? Was you too stupid to notice or was he just good at hiding it. Either way you realised why he was so off with you, but what could you do exactly. You shouldn’t of been listening to their conversation in the first place so you couldn’t exactly say anything to him. You’d just have to bite your tongue and act as if you’d never heard what he said...

You sat cuddled up to Ginny on the couch with a bright blue knitted blanket over the both of you. You watched as Fred lay on the floor throwing and catching a ball as Ginny read the Cinderella book. It had been a while since you overheard the conversation between George and Molly and they were still in the kitchen. Molly then came in as if on cue with a tray of mugs. ‘Hot chocolate, dears?’ She asked cheerfully, trudging behind her was George he gave you a weak smile and passed you a mug, sitting next to you. ‘Thanks mum’ you heard Ron say excitedly from an arm chair. You stared at George forcing a smile, it was hard to act like you was okay. ‘What are you reading?’ he said finally. ‘Oh um Cinderella’ you said looking at the book on Ginnys lap. ‘I’m surprised dads let her read it, he’s obsessed with the bloody thing’ he laughed, ‘it’s his prized possession.’ You laughed thinking of Arthur keeping the book in a locked box and guarding it with his life. ‘At least i know what to get him for Christmas’ you said looking back at your friend. He smiled at you widely. ‘Shhh you two I’m trying to read’ Ginny said glaring at her brother.

-

You spent the first weeks of summer by playing quidditch in the blazing hot sun. You wasn’t the best at quidditch you’re father always said you was like him that way, but you had the determination to win which meant the Weasleys would fight over who had you on their team. Percy however stayed in his room an awful lot and you hardly saw him, which caused the twins to do a lot of teasing. One morning the twins woke you from your sleep and handed you two pans and leaded you to Percys door. ‘Right, now on the count of three start banging them together’ Fred said to you though you was half asleep, ‘1... 2... 3!’ The twins clanged the pans together loudly and You hit the pans together lightly due to your sleepy arms. ‘Come on Y/N you gotta be louder than that’ George said grabbing a hold on your wrists and helping you hitting the pans together like you were a child. ‘MUM!’ Percy yelled from inside his room and sprang the door open, making you jump awake. George pulled at your wrist as you all ran down the stairs and from the house Percy chasing you to the door, ‘I have important work to do you gits!’

After hiding from mollys wrath you decided it was time to get a spot of breakfast, which of course you was welcomed with a lecture from Molly, ‘of course i don’t blame you Y/N dear’ You sat as she piled your plate with sausage, bacon, eggs and beans. Just before spooning in a mouthful of beans a bird tapped at the window. A great big owl stood a letter tied to its leg, it’s beady orange eyes stared at you. Arthur opened the window and the owl swooped in and landed in front of you. ‘That’s one big owl’ Ron said staring in awe. You took the letter and opened it breaking the green seal with an M which you was so use to seeing.

Dear Y/N

I hope you’re doing well. My family is hosting a ball at the manor this Saturday I would love for you to accompany me. Please send me a reply before Friday.

Lots of love, Draco

You smiled widely as you read the letter, you’d never been to a ball before and you was looking forward to seeing Draco after so long. ‘I’m assuming it’s from Draco’ Ginny smirked from across from you. You saw George trying to get a peek of the letter from the corner of your eye. ‘He wants me to accompany him to a ball this Saturday’ you responded. ‘Oh Y/N please “accompany” to the ball in my 10 floored mansion and my 25 bathrooms and 200 bedrooms’ Fred mocked dancing around the table. ‘Fred behave’ Molly said sitting at the table. Ron and Ginny smirked at Fred as he sat back down next to you. ‘He doesn’t even have 10 floors’ you smirked, ‘theres 15.’

-

Friday night rolled around and you would be leaving in the morning. You sat on the roof with George, looking up at the stars. ‘How long will you be gone for’ he asked. ‘Just till Sunday, I’ll be back before you know it’ you smiled. ‘Will all the snobby Slytherin be there?’ He laughed. ‘Probably. And they’re not as bad as you think’ you stated. ‘That’s because they like you. I’m just a “blood traitor” to them’ he said frowning. ‘To hell with what they say. You’re more than that, look at the things you can do, the person you are’ you said taking his hand, ‘you’ll show them.’ George stared at you for a moment before looking away quickly. ‘You believe in me that much?’ He asked. ‘I believe in you more than you can imagine.’

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My prompts are typically garbage, but here’s one anyway if you’d like! Vince feels like he’s running through his fancy shampoo more quickly than he should. He doesn’t know where it’s going until he notices Howard walking around with newly luxuriant curls. And his outfit isn’t as terrible as usual. What’s going on??

Hello friend! Thank you so much for helping me keep entertained on my travels! Here is a lovely soft and sweet ficlet for you, I hope you enjoy!

Something is amiss.

Which, by its very nature, is something Vince has come to expect of his daily life. Arguably it would be more unusual for everything to be running smoothly around here. 

But the contextual clues of the past few days are adding up to some very bad juju. 

It starts with a rapidly depleting bottle of shampoo. To most, not the kind of thing that would even click as suspicious, but this is Vince Noir's shampoo. A concoction of fruit scented hair Potion that costs him most of his monthly pay packet to supply himself with; and thus, something he ensures he uses stringently. 

Vince knows exactly how long it takes him to get through one bottle. It's frankly one of the precious few things in his existence he manages to be anal-retentive about. 

So, of course, when he reaches for the bottle nine days into a twenty-one day cycle and finds the weight of it considerably lighter than it should be. It is the first step down a path of suspicion that can only lead to terrible things. 

The next piece of this wet jigsaw puzzle comes with Howard's altered appearance. 

It isn't even what most would consider a large difference. But to Vince it's like the man had shaved his head and begun wearing neon leg-warmers and tank tops and calling himself Moonbeam. Its jarring, and obvious. 

Howard's curls are styled. 

He notices one lazy Sunday morning as the older man potters about the kitchen sorting them some breakfast. Usually, Howard's shampoo was cheap and bought in bulk and basically, left his hair sort of-- in the nicest way possible-- horrifically unstylable. The brown ringlets often had a mind of their own, and at this length, never looked washed anyway so Howard never took the trouble. 

But on this Sunday morning? They're radiant. Catching the soft morning light. Curled delicately round his ears and dipping over his forehead. Vince all at once wants to sink his fingers into them and pull but he can't-- not least because they may be at a place where affection is coming naturally and sometimes they might kiss each other or share a cheeky touch… they still haven't actually said what they are yet-- because his suspicion just ramped up another level. 

Was Howard using his shampoo? 

There isn't even the chance to ask. He's too soon distracted by a crimp and a delicious meal that his hyperactive brain loses the will to hold on to such things as paranoia and worry. It can be tackled later. 

Later happens the following morning when Vince is watching Howard dress. Not in a creepy way, they share a bedroom for God's sake, but in a soft affectionate way. After being brave enough to slide under Vince's sheets this morning and press kisses to his cheeks and forehead Howard is vibrating with proud energy and its nice to witness. 

Right up until he pull a shirt from his wardrobe and ruins it. 

It's not patterned. It's not even a horrific colour. It's just a plain, quite stylish, button down that Vince remembers buying him years ago in the hopes of kick-starting a wardrobe revamp. 

Except watching him pull it on now does nothing but make him feel disoriented. 

Howard smiles at him, practically skips his way from the bedroom. Vince stays where he is just a moment longer, mentally trying to force the misshapen pieces of this conundrum together before the only logical solution springs at him from nowhere. 

Howard's been replaced by aliens. 

Armed with this knowledge, Vince for goes dressing properly in order to rush downstairs to the shop and confront their intruder. Pyjamas isn't ideal alien fighting apparel but needs must when you've got to rescue your best friend. 

And as if it couldn't get any worse, what he sees has him stumbling down the last few steps ungracefully. 

Howard is at the counter as expected. But in front of him sits a white paper bag that would normally set Vince off like an excited puppy. Topman. Howard's reaching into a bag from Topman. 

He's pulling out jeans. Actual denim. Jeans. 

It's the straw that breaks Vince's back. 

"Alright, you fashionable freak," He cries, Iwad jolts with his shock and drops the denim to the shop floor. "What've you done with my Howard?" 

"Wha-- your Howard?" 

"I swear if you've hurt 'im I'll kick your teeth in," The threat is enough to have maybe Howard's hands hooting up in a display of his innocence. "Then I'll get my shaman mate to curse you!" 

"Vince, you've gone wrong." Howard's hands drop to his sides once more. Apparently no longer threatened by Vince's over display of anger. "It's me, I'm Howard."

"No you're not."

"Yes. I am."

"Howard doesn't use my shampoo!" With the renewed annoyance of this accusation, Vince takes a solid step forward; a smug sense of pleasure twists in his gut to see the imposter take one back in response. His back hits the shelves with a noisy thud. "He reckons it's like washin' his hair with fruit juice. And my Howard wouldn't be caught dead in Topman-- he definitely wouldn't buy jeans. If he tried to put jeans on he'd dissolve into a puddle of beige fabric." The whole rant is rounded off with Vince stamping his foot like an angry toddler. "So tell me where he is."

Amusement is twisting on Howard's features, soft in its nature and endlessly affectionate. "You daft tart," He utters warmly. "It is me."

"Prove it, then."

"Remember when we were 14 and I caught you with that poster of--"

"Alright!" Where Vince's arms had previously been crossed over his chest defiantly, he now reaches out to shove gently at Howard's larger frame in warning. "Alright, you said you'd never bring that up again."

Howard shrugs casually at him; cocks a brow as if silently asking him what else he was supposed to do. Vince isn't dwelling on that, though, he is much too preoccupied seeking out answers to this bizarre few days of Howard transformation. "What's goin' on then?" 

The panic may have left Vince's frame but it creeps up Howard's now. His shoulders tense, his eyes dart away, the soft curves of his cheeks turn pink with his embarrassment. All it does is add to Vince's gathering confusion. "Howard?" 

With a deep breath-- all his bravery existing in that one action-- Howard admits, "I thought it would help." No further elaboration comes until Vince makes a point to cock his head to the side like a curious puppy. "With us. You know, our-- you like a certain look."

"What?" Vince exclaims on a laugh. 

"I've seen your type, Vince, and it's not me, is it?" Howard still hasn't looked at him. Prefers muttering his truth to the floor. "I thought if I looked more like the people you normally fancy we might be able to--" 

"You idiot." Vince declares confidently. Startled, Howard stares up at him with wide eyes. "Utter lunatic, are you insane? Howard I fancy you not the clothes you wear."

Howard continues to do nothing but blink owlishly at him. 

"Bloody hell, all of this was for me?" A nod. "Oh, Howard. Look I think your fashion sense is rubbish but it's yours. That's who you are, I'm not gonna change you. I don't want to, and I don't want you to want to change yourself either."

"Really?" 

"Really." Vince takes a confident step forward, tosses his arms around Howard shoulders. "Can't promise I won't make fun of how you dress but that doesn't mean I actually want you to be different. Whatever gave you that idea?" 

"Well all the jokes but," Howard hesitates over his answer, eyes flashing with discomfort. "But when I asked Leroy he said--" 

"Leroy?" Vince rolls his eyes. "Don't be taking dating advice from Leroy, that man had an affair with a succulent once."

Howard snickers; finds it in himself to wrap his hands about Vince's waist and tug him into an embrace. "Does this mean that we're...?"

"Boyfriends? Sure. But only if you go and take this mess off and put something normal on for God's sake."

"Fine. Drama queen." With an affectionate peck to his forehead, Howard starts for the stairs. 

"Oh and Howard?" Vince calls sweetly, Howard paused at the bottom step. "You ever use my shampoo again and you can kiss goodbye to your rare jazz collection."

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