#marcus flint x reader

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Y/N sat in the great hall, she opened her Care For Magical Creatures book, studying for the upcoming exam involving Unicorns. It’s now her sixth year at Hogwarts and her goal was to master the class. She loved the creatures and loved being around them. As she was immersed in her book she didn’t realize the pair of eyes burning into her. Her first year when she was sorted into Hufflepuff she made her goal to excel in her studies and pass all her exams. If she wasn’t sorted into Hufflepuff she would have been sorted into Ravenclaw, that’s what her friends always tell her. She loves Hogwarts, she loved her friends, and she loved being in Hufflepuff. She loves love. She cared for everyone and always shows kindness and respect for anyone she meets even when the feelings aren’t mutual. That is why she was sorted into Hufflepuff, her warm heart.

Her kindness is also taken for granted. Ever since she was little. Y/N was raised by her Grandmother who is a muggle. Her parents were both killed by Death Eaters, her Grandmother took her in and taught her everything she needed to know about the wizardly world despit being a muggle. At the age of twelve she was given her letter from Hogwarts and ever since she has been following the footsteps of her parents who were both Hufflepuffs.

“Y/N…someone has had their eye on you.” It was Meri. Meri was the first friend she made at Hogwarts. The two girls were both scared little girls getting on the zhogwarts express. Y/N closed her book and turned around, she met the dark eyes of Marcus Flint. She turned back around and looked at her friend.

“He most likely wants me to do an assignment for him.” Y/N told her. At seventeen most girls her age were starting to take interest in boys. Y/N wasn’t an exception, she had her crushes, only the different between she and other girls were those crushes never shared the same feelings. She isn’t pretty, she isn’t small and petite like most girls her age. She was short, she was chubby, her hair was rarely ever done.

“I don’t think so. This look seems different.”

“And what look could he possibly giving me? We have never spoken to each other before, he’s pretty popular within his house, and also a year older.”

“Don’t forget to add rough around the edges…Slytherin, vile, rude…the list goes on.” Y/N looked down and smiled. “Well you must have done something to catch his attention.”

“I couldn’t imagine what I couldn’t have done…I do need to see Hagrid about my next exam.” Y/N stood up and picked up her book. “I will see you at the Quidditch match later?“ Y/N asked.

“I’ll save your seat.” Meri replied with a smile.

The Quidditch match was intense. Slytherin versus Hufflepuff. Normally Slytherin would easily be able to beat Hufflepuff, but not today. Marcus Flint wasn’t happy. He wasn’t understand why his teammate were letting these Hufflepuffs get past their every good play. He got angry, he started to get aggressive.

“Flint is ready to end this for good!“ Lee’s echoes throughout the field. Y/N wasn’t a fan of Quidditch, she didn’t like how violent and dangerous it got.

“We could win this!“ Meri shouted, y/N turned to her and nodded her head. The two girls were sitting in the front row, both being pushed against the railing as the crowd cheered. It was crazier than usual, usually their team would be losing,but because they are winning, it’s pure chaos. Y/N was being pushed forward, she started to get a little nervous, the thought of falling was something she wanted to think of but with everyone standing up and trying to fight for the front row. She looked out and saw that Flint was close to scoring, she was trying to back up but the more she tried, the worse she was getting pushed.

“Flint is about to score, can they block him?!” Was all she heard before s student behind her roughly nudged her, she lost her footing and fell forward. It happened so fast, she felt a hand try to reach for her, Meri. She felt her stomach drop as she began to fall. She closed her eyes and let out a scream. The impact to the ground never came, instead she landed in a pair of arms. She slowly opened her eyes, she was floating in the air. She instantly wrapped her arms around her rescuer's neck.

Marcus didn’t notice what was happening. He heard commotion but figured it was the crowd cheering. It wasn’t till he flew up and was about to score that he saw her dangling. He was close, he was close to scoring the winning point. He wasn’t going to lie, he thought about making the score. He shook his head, let out a growl, and quickly flew to her just in time.

The arena was silent.

“Bring her down Flint!“ It was the voice of Madam Hooch. Flint with one hand around her waist and the other on the broom, he flew down to the ground. She looked at him, tears in her eyes. He stared back at her, still holding her by the waist. Madam Hooch interrupted their moment by pulling Y/N off the broom and to her feet.

“T…thank you.” Y/N thanked Marcus, he didn’t reply.

“Good work Flint.” Madam Hooch added.

Y/N was embarrassed. She was scared to see anyone. Never bad that happened before and yet it happened to her. The whole school saw her almost fall to her death. She found herself most comfortable sitting in the courtyard. It was dinner time so there was no one there, or so she thought. She opened her book and began to read, continuing her studies of the Unicorns.

“That was quite a show.” A voice announced. She got startled and tossed her book in the air, thankfully the person caught it. “Very timid.” He joked. Marcus.

“I’m sorry…I…thank you for today…you saved my life.” She stood up to retrieve her book, when she went to reach for it, he placed it above his head. She looked up at him in confusion.

“I feel like I deserve more than just an apology.” He taunted. She didn’t like where this conversation was going.

“I…I am not sure what else-“

“You know exactly what I mean.”

“I need my book.” She replied. “Please.” She reached for the book which was in the air. He moved it away, causing her to fall into his chest. He looked down at her, he was attracted to her innocence, her naive thoughts on everything.

“I threw the match because of you.”

“It wasn’t my fault Marcus…I am grateful for you and yes you do deserve more than a simple thank you.” That’s what he wanted to hear, but that wasn’t what he was going to get. “I would love to treat you to a trip to Hogsmeade…write a paper for you-“ He knew he had to approach her differently, most girls would be giving in to him, she was going to be a challenge…Marcus never loses.

“Hogsmeade it is then, Saturday.” She nodded her head. He lowered the book and handed it out to her, she reached but he quickly grabbed her wrist. She looked at him, his grip was tight. He leaned his head down, his lips right beside her ear. “You are making the right choice.” He whispered.

It was Saturday and Y/N was dressed and ready to meet Marcus. She was nervous, she wasn’t sure what she had gotten herself into. She has heard many stories about Marcus, she never listened to any of them, never fed into the,, and never judged him for anything, she never talked to him before. She did believe one thing that what said, he can be cruel and vile. She has seen him in the act. He bullied other students, had a reputation for getting violent and physical. She didn’t mention to Meri or her other friends about the outing, so she decided to keep it to herself. She looked at herself in the long mirror. Her choice was a light blue plain dress, heavy stockings, brown small half length boots, and a dark brown trench coat. Her hair was down with loose curls and a beanie to keep her ears warm.

She was ready.

She loves Hogsmeade. All the shops, the people, the atmosphere, it was fun. She never imagined she would be here with Marcus, his hand holding hers while leading them through the crowds of people. She had to admit, holding his hand made her feel warm inside, it was larger than her own, and warm. He led her into Three broomsticks Inn. She has been there a couple times, she enjoys the shops more rather than the pubs. He took them to an empty table towards the back and the two sat down. Y/N looked around, she didn’t like that they were secluded, but she went along with it.

“What can I get you two?” It was an older woman, she eyed the two teens up. Y/N looked at Marcus.

“Two Butterbeers.” He told her, the woman nodded and left them alone. “Haven’t been here before?“ He asked Y/N.

“A couple times…a couple years ago.” She admitted. “I…I prefer the shops.” She answered.

“Hogs Head is better but uh…I don’t think that is your cup of tea.” She nodded her head agreeing. “I have been trying to figure out why I haven’t spoken to you before this.”

“I didn’t think you even knew I existed.” She admitted. Marcus knew she did, he knew exactly who she was, who her parents were. He knew he could control her, he knew he could be the one in control, which is what he liked, what he wanted.

“That’s a silly thing to think about love.” She looked down, it wasn’t silly. She knew it had nothing to do with her appearance. He wanted something. She doesn’t have any experience when it comes to dating but she wasn’t completely naive.

“I suppose so.” She looked at him and smiled. “I…no one has ever asked me to come here…other than my friends.” She explained.

“You mean as a date?” She nodded her head. “So I am your first.�� The woman returned with two large glasses. Y/N slid hers close and took a sip.

After their drinks Marcus suggested walking around and looking at the shops. The one glass of Butterbeer was definitely enough to relax her. Marcus extended his arm out to her and she gently wrapped hers around. She had a smile plastered on her face, as they began their walk. She loved it, she loved seeing all the new items the stores had, the people, just the atmosphere. Marcus looked down at her. She was different then most of the girls he has dated. She was quiet, she didn’t cling, and she didn’t talk his ear off.

“Marcus look.” She took his hand and led him this time. Magical Menagerie, a pet shop for magical creatures. In the front display window we’re Kneazles, baby Kneazles. Y/N loves the creature and planned on buying one the moment she had enough money too. “Aren’t they adorable?” She looked up at him.

“Expensive.” Was his reply. She nodded her head agreeing.

“My grandma…she has been trying to save enough money for me to buy one…one day.” Y/N gently tapped the class. Marcus usually dated girls who were on an upper status, their families came from money like himself. Y/N was the opposite. She lives in the muggle world with just her grandmother.

“Come it’s getting late.” He ordered her, she nodded her head and the two made their way back to Hogwarts.

The two arrived back to the school, it was just about dark outside and starting to get cold.

“I had fun.” Y/N said. She meant it too, she thought today was going to go differently, but it was actually nice.

“I still think you owe something.” He smirked at her, she thought for a moment, what else could she possibly owe him? She went on the date and even paid.

“I…I am not sure what else I could do-“

“A date usually ends with a kiss.” He informed her.

“Oh…Marcus I had a great time , I really did but I don’t…I can’t.” She told him, she looked down, suddenly embarrassed.

“And why can’t you?” He was suddenly getting upset and she could sense that. That wasn't her intention.

“I just can’t…I really am sorry.” He suddenly snatched her wrist. She was taken back and tried to pull away but his grip was tight and pain full. She looked up at him, fear filled her eyes. Just what he wanted.

“You would be either severely injured or dead if it wasn’t for me…a simple kiss wouldn’t hurt you.” He growled.

“It’s not just a simple kiss…it’s my first kiss and I will not let just anyone take that away from me-“ She was cut off by his lips smashing into hers. He placed his hand on her waist to pull her closer into him. She tried to turn away but he released her wrist and cradled the one side of her face to keep her from facing away from him. His kiss deepened as she began to lose balance and fall into him. She closed her eyes, accepting what was happening, his warmth began to feel good against her, his cologne was intoxicating. He pulled away and looked down, her eyes still closed, like she was in a daze. This is what he liked to see, this is exactly what he wanted, and he wanted more. He wanted to see what else he could make her do, only he had to take his time, not be greedy.

“First kiss huh?” He teased. She opened her eyes, coming back to reality. “I would have never imagined.” She moved away from him and refused to look at him.

“Goodnight Marcus.” She wrapped her arms around herself and turned away.

“Good night.”

The next few days she made sure to avoid Marcus. She was angry with him, she was angry with herself. Once again she was taken advantage of and she allowed it to happen. She was sick of the treatment, she was sick of how vulnerable she could be. How vulnerable he made her. What was more upsetting was she couldn’t stop thinking about the kiss. The way he held her, the way he didn’t tease her for the way she felt, feeling his arm wrapped fully around her body. The way his lips taste, the way he pulled her into him, the way he could have gone further and she wouldn’t have stopped him.

“Y/N…if you want to master this creature I need your full attention.” The voice of Professor Hagrid invaded her thoughts. She turned to Professor Hagrid. Today he was allowing her to attempt to ride BuckBeak, his Hippogriff. She wasn’t fond of the idea of being in the air, but it was part of her studies.

“I apologize…I am ready.” She told him. Professor Hagrid handed her a piece of dead rat, the offering. BuckBeak instantly smelled the dead rodent, he lifted his head and took interest. She carefully approached, slowly and carefully. She leaned her body down into a bow position and placed the rodent In the air. She heard the footsteps of the creature coming towards her. Her hand remained completely still.

“That’s it…go ahead BuckBeak.” The Hippogriff sniffed her hand and within seconds snatched the rat. Y/N carefully lifted her head, BuckBeak was mimicking her, his head leaned down, she earned his trust. Y/N turned to Professor Hagrid who was clapping his hands and smiling. “Let’s take the ride.” He lifted Y/N up onto the Hippogriff and before Y/N could say anything she was galloping, holding onto the creature's neck. She closed her eyes as she felt him begin to flap his wings and descend into the air.

She was flying.

It wasn’t till she was back in the courtyard catching up studying that she realized she had made a mistake, only she didn’t know this. She was so immersed in her book that she didn’t realize till the book was ripped from hands and thrown onto the ground. She looked up in shock when Marcus was hovering over her.

“Avoiding me?” He spat.

“N…no I-“ He pulled her to her feet by her arm. “That hurts!” She shouted.

“Don’t lie to me!” He shouted back. The truth was he wanted to see her, he needed to see her but couldn’t find her. Ever since he kissed her, he couldn’t get her off his mind. He instantly felt regret when he saw her eyes fill with tears. He released her arm and stepped away from her.

“What is wrong with you?” She asked in a whisper. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. He didn’t have an answer. “I…I was avoiding you.” She admitted.

“W…why?”

“You took advantage of me…you stole something that might mean nothing to you or others but means a lot to me.” The tears slowly rolled down her rosy cheeks. “What is worse is…I…I liked the kiss.”

“Why is that worse?” He felt offended.

“I know the type of person you are Marcus, all the rumors, I’ve seen you…I don’t want that.” He felt angry again, he felt angry because she was right. His reputation wasn’t the best.

“You believe those rumors?”

“You proved to me that maybe they are really true. The way you yell at me, grab me…you are a cruel person Marcus.”

“Is that really what you think? What if I said you were a weak Witch born from two weaker ones that couldn’t even fight against He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named? Huh? Had to live like a Muggle and pretend everyday that the world is a bloody rain of sunshine!” She looked up at him, not saying a word, just taking in everything he was shouting to her. “Maybe I should have let you fall.”

“If that’s what you think Marcus…then that’s fine.” She walked over to where her book was and picked it up. He quickly moved so that he was in front of her.

“It’s not fine, you and I both know that.”

“What does it matter? You hardly know me and I hardly know you. Whatever intentions you had…you can forget about it.”

“Yeah I had intentions, I admit that. The other night when I kissed you…seeing you so…the effect I had on you…I want more of that.” She wasn’t sure what to say, how to react, how to feel. “I want more of you.”

“You are going to hurt me.” He moved closer to her. “No…I have to go.” He gently reached for her hand but she moved away. “I have to go.” She repeated.

Y/N didn’t sleep at all, she couldn’t. Constantly tossing and turning. What did Marcus mean? Did he have feelings for her? Real feelings? She couldn’t understand the sudden interest. She got out of bed, unable to handle the restlessness. She knew what would help her. She snuck out of the common room and outside of the castle, she needed air, fresh air. It wasn’t till reached the whomping willow that she noticed a figure. She wanted to turn around, scared of who it could be, but then she recognized who it really was. The tall figure.

“Marcus?” She announced herself.

“W…what are you doing here?” He asked, startled.

“I…I couldn’t sleep.” She told him.

“Find somewhere else to go.” He was still upset with her. She looked down, she was upset with him too, but still she had to yearn to be near him. Ever since we kissed her.

“Why did you take interest in me Marcus?” He looked away.

“I love control and I knew I could get it from you. Your control.” She felt her heart drop. “When I kissed you, the face you made, the moment of I could dominate you and you couldn’t do anything about it.”

“That’s all this was? For you to tell me what to do?” Marcus shook his head no.

“You got it all wrong, love-“

“Do I? Marcus, what you are saying sounds absolutely mad. You can’t have control over someone like they are your pet.”

“I don’t want just someone. I want you. I want you.” He quickly approached her and wrapped his arms around her waist, this time she didn’t pull away. “I want your curves, I want your lips against mine, I want all of you.” He whispered. She was taken back. Marcus Flint told her all these things and she didn’t know what to do. She gently laid her hands on his chest. Her gentle touch gave him goosebumps. He wasn’t used to soft touches.

“What you want…I can’t.” She looked up at him.

“Just let me. Let me have you…emotionally and physically.” She shook her head no. This isn’t what she wanted, this wasn’t normal. She never thought Marcus was this kind of person, did he treat other girls like this? He placed his forehead against hers. She felt something, being in his arms like this, being so close to him, her brain was shouting at her to leave, to push him off you and leave. Your heart was telling you to give him a chance, see where this could lead. What was she supposed to do?

“What will happen?” She asked him. He pulled away and looked down at her. “I…is this a relationship?”

“It can be if that’s what you want. You will be mine.”

“If I agree to this…to being with you…what will it really mean?” She wanted to know what she would be getting herself into, she wanted to know she would be safe. He cupped her face gently, forcing her to look at him.

“It will mean you will do as I say, you will be by my side, you will be loyal to only me.” She gulped a bit. She placed her hands gently on top of his. “Just…just let me have you.” He sounded so desperate, so needy. Was it really him who held the power or was it her? She nodded her head. He let out a small sigh of relief.

“I’ll do it.” She told him, he leaned down and placed his lips on hers, pulling her closer into him while wrapping his arms around her. She closed her eyes and kissed him back, his eagerness made her nervous but at the same time it felt right.

There will be multiple parts to this story, I have so many ideas and I feel like I can create so much more:)

#romance #fanfiction #harry potter #marcus flint #marcus flint x reader #harry potter x reader #hufflepuff #slytherpuff #slytherin #hogwarts

[tomriddles-wh0re]

MAJOR FIC RECOMMENDATION

I know I don’t usually post many fic recommendations outside of reblogs but I recently read a fic that is severally underrated(I’m talking less than a thousand reads) that I really wanted to share.

“The Wooing of Marcus Flint” by rubberduckz84 on AO3

paring: marcus flint x female!oc(Adrian Pucey’s cousin)

summary: After recently coming out of a failed marriage, an older Marcus Flint finds his way at his best friends house, Adrian Pucey’s, where he meets his friend’s squib cousin that’s new to England and unaware of magic. As the two experience a whirlwind romance with an instant connection, how can Marcus continue to hide the greater secret of his world when the two begin to become close.

trigger warnings: mentions of drinking alcohol(a lot for the sake of clubbing), and brief mentions of infidelity.

Review: I really enjoyed this story, at first the story seemed to be simply a decent read. however, once you delve into the full story you become quickly immersed. The author thrives at developing Marcus as a character(despite lack of much original source material for him) and is able to create a in-depth character with likes, dislikes, wants, motivations, and overall depth. As well as showcasing him as someone who has learned from his mistakes in the past and is accountable for past misdeeds. Also the depth and characterization of Nora(the oc lead) is so good, I feel some fics lack depth to their reader insert characters but I feel like they did a great job adding a real background, interests, and characterization which makes you not only like the character but end up rooting for them. Truly I felt like I really got to know her as a person and I appreciate the humor the author used which made her such a powerful and impactful lead. I also appreciated the way the perspective was written, shifting but mostly keeping to marcus’ inner thoughts, which is rarer in fics and I enjoyed it. I felt the slow burn was so well built, and I appreciated the growth from the characters. As well as the supporting characters were great.

I do admit some of the scenes may come off as cringy(personally not necessarily I just disliked minor parts), honestly it’s just some minor scenes that you can read through and still have an overall good read.

And the most important point I have is I appreciate Marcus being written as 43 y/o and the oc being 33, I felt a lot of fics do not cater towards readers that aren’t 20 y/o and don’t take into consideration finding love later in life. I feel a lot of people fear they won’t find their partner by their late twenties, and it’s scary but I appreciate the message that you can be older like marcus(being in his 40s) and able to be at a place where he can find love because he had matured so so much and grown. It was so nice to just read a domestic fluff fic, it was definitely a feel good read. Plus Marcus is so underrated as a character and the author characterized and built him so well.

#ray rambles #rays fic recommendations #marcus flint x reader #marcus flint #harry potter fic rec #underated #fanfic recommendation #hp fic rec #marcus flint x oc #marcus flint x you #even if your not a flint fan it’s a good read

[fallingforfictionalcharacterss]

I was wondering if you could write enemies to lovers, where Draco and Yn are rivals at Quidditch. And Yn gets hit by a bludger or has a crash and gets unconscious and Draco forgets the game for a second and after the match when Yn is still unconscious he sits by her bedside

I got kinda carried away somewhere in the middle, so it doesn´t quite fulfil the entire request but I hope you still like it and let me know if you want me to change it somehow.

Love hits different

A/N: I wrote the reader a Ravenclaw in this story, but the house doesn´t play a very important role. I just wanted to write the reader as the seeker, so as a Gryffindor we would have to replace Harry which I felt wouldn´t quite make sense, but yeah...

You felt your heart pounding in your chest heavily. You took a deep breath. The cold air that filled your lungs made you feel more alive than anything else. So did the wind, which was pulling on your hair and clothes and made it hard to hold your broom steady. But you still managed to do so. You hovered several meters above the pitch, watching your teammates from above. For now, that was your only job. Keeping an eye on everything and everyone. Until you would get your chance.

And you couldn’t think of a single thing you would rather do. Up here, when you could almost touch the clouds, you felt like that was where you were meant to be. It felt like the world around you was slowing down, like the loud sounds coming from all sides were muffled. The only thing you had to worry about, the only thing that was important, was the game. You were circling far above the hurly-burly down there, watching your teammates passing the Quaffle around, sometimes trying to score. Your gaze was wandering around restlessly, scanning every centimetre of your surroundings.

And that´s when you saw it. It was just a twinkle in the corner of your eye, a golden shimmer, barely visible and only for a split second; but it was enough. You turned around your broom in no time, eyes wandering over the place where you thought you had seen the sparkling. And your eyes hadn’t fooled you. With your gaze fixed on the price, you leant forwards, gaining more and more speed. The only thing you could hear was the swooshing of the wind in your ears. The world around you turned into a blurry haze. By now, you were almost lying on your broom, trying to reduce the surface the wind could thwart as much as possible. You extended your arm, and your whole body was tensed, from your toes to your fingertips. You leaned forward even more, almost losing your balance, but only almost because your broom sped up even more and…

“Got it!”

Your fingers closed around the golden snitch. You slowed down immediately, coming to a halt and hovering in the air. You raised your arm triumphant, holding onto the snitch tight, while his wings were still flattering weakly, trying to escape your grip.

You could hear your teammates cheering.

“Alright guys, that´s it for today. Good job!”, Roger Davis, your captain called.

Slowly, you floated back down, until your feet touched safe ground again. You tucked away the snitch safely, before giving a high-five to Bradley and Chambers.

When Roger came up to you, he nodded approvingly and pat your back.

“That was good (Y/n). Much faster than last time. But when you speed up, you still list. Try to keep more control, even if you might lose some speed. Don’t want you to fall off the broom.”

You rolled your eyes. Roger was a good captain, and he was totally right, but in your opinion, sometimes you just had to take the risk.

“It won´t help me fly better if I´m not fast enough to catch the snitch.”, you argued. “We want to win the game after all.”

“Yeah, but it also won´t help if it knocks you from your broom and we don’t have a seeker for the rest of the season.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“After the match against Slytherin, it´s only Hufflepuff anymore. You can take them without me.”

Obviously, that was a joke. You didn’t have any intention to break your neck any time soon, but on the other hand, you were eager to win.

Roger sighed.

“Maybe I should send you to the Gryffindors. Wood would love that mentality. You either win or die trying. But I´d like you to focus on the long run.”

“I know Roger.”, you smiled. “Don´t worry, I´ll hold back. But we´ll need a good tactic for next week. You know that the Slytherins have the better brooms.”

Roger frowned and nodded.

“I´m already working on it. Can´t believe that Malfoy´s dad treated them all new brooms once more.”

You nodded in agreement.

Roger stared into the void gloomy for a few more seconds before he shook his head and looked at you.

“But that doesn’t mean we don’t stand a chance. Especially with you. Malfoy might be a good player and has the better broom, but you´re way better at spotting the snitch and Malfoy knows that. He´ll probably watch you very closely. He knows he got good chances to catch up with you once you see it and have to act on it. So don’t risk long speeds. The best chance you got is when you are already close to the snitch. Malfoy´s arrogant. He´ll rely on his pace. So the closer the snitch is to you, the better your chances are.”

You pressed your lips together and nodded. You were aware of the situation. Of course, you were. You had played it in your head over a million times. The Quidditch games against Slytherin always stressed you out more than against the other houses. And it wasn’t just about the fact that you couldn’t stand the arrogant attitude of the house, especially when they won, or that they had the most brutal way of playing, it was about your most direct opponent.

Because the presence of Draco Malfoy always made you nervous. He somehow intimidated you. Not only in a bad way though, but it irritated you for sure and you couldn’t use any kind of distraction during the game. And you knew that if Roger was right and Malfoy would actually concentrate more on watching you to catch the snitch than actually spotting it himself, it would make it almost impossible for you to function completely as long as you would be able to feel his grey eyes fixed on you. But there wasn’t a damn chance that you would risk the victory of your house because of Malfoy´s irritatingly beautiful eyes or the way he still looked so elegant and effortless, even if he was sitting on a wonky piece of wood. You would get the snitch at any cost, even -or maybe especially- if that meant beating Malfoy.

You sprinted the last few meters to the castle. The heavens had opened and within seconds, you had been soaked. When you entered the foyer, your jersey felt clammy and your hair was hanging down in wet strands, the water was running down your skin in small trickles. Your teeth were chattering and you were shivering. What you needed now was a hot shower and some tea. But you didn’t come far.

“What in the name of Salazar happened to you?”, you heard a voice sneering behind you.

You turned around and sighed annoyed as you saw Malfoy standing there, his arms crossed in front of his chest, as usual, accompanied by some of his henchmen.

“It´s called rain Malfoy.”, you spitted out, not in the mood for his teasing. “Even you should know.”

Malfoy rolled his eyes, unimpressed by your attitude.

“What were you doing out there?”

“Training. For the game. Maybe you should try that too if you want to stand a chance next week.”

Malfoy chuckled.

“As if I would be in need of this. We´ll win anyway.”

“You wish.”

“I´ll always beat you (Y/l/n). We both know I´m better than you. And I´ll prove it once more next week. If you haven’t died from pneumonia then.”

As if a confirmation of his words, you sneezed and groaned. A cold was the last thing you needed right now.

“You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

Malfoy raised an eyebrow in amusement. His eyes lazily scanned every centimetre of your body and the wet clothes sticking to it. You felt heat rising up in you as he did so, even though you were still freezing.

“Nah, that wouldn’t be fun. I want to beat you because I´m better, not because you didn’t even play. This wouldn’t be a challenge.”

You couldn’t help the small smile that crept on your face.

“So, you consider it a challenge winning against me?”

Malfoy hesitated for a moment, making you suspect he hadn’t expected this answer, but he caught himself again quickly. The blond boy shrugged his shoulders with a bored look on his face.

“Every dog has its day (Y/l/n). Even with such an… ordinary player like you, it´s still more interesting than with no opponent at all.”

“We´ll see about who´s the ordinary one.”, you responded, quite offended, even though you were aware of the fact that Malfoy was just playing games with you. Still, the fact that he might actually consider you ordinary, made you feel a bit disappointed. You enjoyed playing against him, facing him and -in the best case- beating him. You considered him a worthy opponent -even though you would never admit it- and had always somehow hoped that he was thinking the same. Strictly because he was a good Quidditch player of course.

Another sneeze interrupted the bubbling anger rising up inside of you.

“You better go warm yourself up and take some rest.”, Malfoy said, eying you with a strange look in his eyes. If you didn’t know better, you would say he was concerned, but obviously, you did know better.

“That´s sweet. You worry about me?”, you smirked.

For a second you thought you had seen a rosy flush on Malfoy´s cheeks, but that was probably just what you wanted to think.

“Only about an interesting match. Don’t pride yourself (Y/l/n).”

“If you say so.”, you chirped and smiled at the boy sweetly. “I could still beat you in delirium if I had to though.”

“You wished.”, Malfoy huffed.

“I know.”, you returned, as you turned around walking away from the Slytherin. And over your shoulder, you shouted: “Don’t worry. You´ll get your thrilling match.” Then you continued your way to your dorm, your heart pounding in your chest and a small smile on your lips, proud of the fact that you had defied Malfoy. But a small voice inside you told you, that this was most likely not the only reason.

When you entered the Great Hall Saturday morning, you could feel the tension filling up the room, the anxious excitement that always came up shortly before a match. When you walked along the aisle between the tables, you could hear your housemates cheering, as well as many of the Gryffindors and Hufflepuffs, while the Slytherins hooted. You could feel several pairs of eyes following you, but you didn’t exactly care. This wasn’t your first game and you had grown into getting used to it. Plus, you were already wearing your Quidditch uniform, which functioned like a shiel from you, making most of the comments and gazes from other people ricochet.

You sat down next to Bradley who gave you a small smile, even though he didn’t seem exactly happy as he offered you some milk for your cereals. You couldn’t blame him though. The pressure that was on you was immense. Not only the expectations others had on you and the fact that you needed to be there for your team, but mostly it was about the pressure you put on yourself. You had learned pretty early that it was anything but helpful to beat yourself up before a match and that it was much more beneficial to just relax. But that was much easier to be said than done. You realized that once more as you forced a spoon of cereals into your mouth, trying to ignore the familiar wrenching of your stomach. Because no matter how cool you tried to play it, right before a match, you always felt sick. But luckily, this feeling vanished every single time, the moment your feet would lift off the ground and you would hear Madame Hooch´s whistle opening the match.

Luckily though, you didn’t have much time to eat anyway, because other students and even some teachers came up to you regularly, wishing you luck for the upcoming match. You were just about to compliment Luna Lovegood for the eagle feathers she had braided into her hair, as you noticed your friends around you starting to mumble and shot some hateful glances at someone standing outside your field of vision.

“What is it?”, you asked Bradley.

The boy just nodded in the direction behind you.

As you turned around, you faced Malfoy, who was towering over you. When you glanced up at him, his grey eyes met yours and he smirked down at you. You cursed yourself for losing your focus for a moment as you looked at him. But you couldn’t be blamed though. While Malfoy normally already looked more attractive than other boys, in his Quidditch jersey, he just looked -strictly objectively of course- unfairly good. And the twinkle in his eyes did the rest. You could’ve just stared up at him for hours, but instead, you straightened your back and cleared your throat. You just prayed your voice wouldn’t give away the way your heart was pounding in your chest.

“What is it Malfoy?” You had to admit that you were slightly surprised at how calm your voice was sounding.

The grin on Malfoy´s face only widened.

“Just wanted to wish you luck for today.”, he said.

You frowned.

“What?”

“Wishing you luck (Y/l/n). Usually, you thank people for doing so.”

“Why would you? We´re playing against you.”

Malfoy looked way too pleased as he responded: “Exactly. That´s why you´re gonna need it.”

He winked at you before turning around again. You needed a second to process his words, but as you did, you called after him: “Think you´ll need it more than us!”

But Malfoy just shrugged his shoulders, not even caring to turn around once more.

“What a git.”, Bradley spitted out. “You better beat his ass today (Y/n).”

You nodded, your gaze following Malfoy who was now sitting down with his friends. As he looked up and saw you still staring at him shooting him -what you thought were- deadly glances, he gave you a superior grin and a short nod, before dedicating his attention to Pansy Parkinson, who was sitting next to him, shifting closer until she almost sat on his lap, looking up to him with doe eyes, laughing far too loud at something the blond boy had just said.

You watched the scene grimly and nodded.

“You better believe I will.”

Your team was in the best form it had ever been. Rogers's brilliant tactics and hard training paid off, still, it was a neck-and-neck race. The brooms of the Slytherins were just much faster and more agile, which made it harder for you to score. Plus, after not even half an hour, Chambers was hit by a Bludger really hard. The way he held his arm made you suspect it was broken and Chambers had to resign for the rest of the game. Still, your team was able to keep up with the opponent. What turned out really quickly was that in the end, it would be on Malfoy and you. There was no way one team would be taking the lead for more than 150 points any time soon.

But for now, you hadn’t spotted it yet. You were hovering several meters above the pitch, letting your eyes wander. Even though it was cold, the air was clear, and the sun was shining. That would make it a lot easier to spot the snitch for you, but unfortunately for Malfoy as well. Plus, other shiny things reflected the sunlight as well. Several times you had by now thought you had spotted the snitch when in the end it had been a watch or binoculars.

The good thing about those sights was that you could study Malfoy´s reactions. Roger had been right. The blond Slytherin always kept up to you closely, never letting you out of sight. Under normal circumstances, his behaviour would have made you nervous in a very particular way, but right now it just annoyed you. Because Malfoy not only kept a close eye on you, but he would also cut you off when you were trying to sprint away from him, or make some rude comments when you once more thought you had spotted something that in the end turned out to be nothing important.

“At least I´m able to spot it on my own.”, you responded, when Malfoy once more made fun of you mistaking the twinkling of a pair of glasses for the snitch, but only after he had taken on the chase when he had seen you speeding up.

“Don’t have to if I got you, do I?”, Malfoy shouted back, grinning smugly.

The worst thing about this was that he was right. Any time you had started one of your sprints, he had caught up with you after not even fifteen meters. Even if you would spot the snitch, you wouldn’t be able to act on it, unless it would be directly in front of your nose. You gave Malfoy a deadly glare at which he just laughed.

Almost two hours of the game had passed. By now, your fingers and toes felt limp and your face was burning. You were just hovering above the west stands, Malfoy, not even two meters behind you, when you suddenly saw a twinkle from the corner of your eye. Your heartbeat quickened immediately. Your thoughts began to race. If this was actually the snitch, you needed to make sure Malfoy wouldn’t notice. But you also couldn’t risk losing it again. The game was already lasting too long and all players already got tired. If you wouldn’t take the chance now, you couldn’t be sure when you would get the next one.

Slowly, you spiralled up, trying not to let your body language give away, why you were doing so while keeping one eye on the golden shimmer, that was zigzagging several meters under you. There was no doubt – it was the snitch. For the split of a second, you glanced at Malfoy, who was still following shortly behind you. There was no way you could reach the snitch before he did once he had spotted it. It was at least thirty meters away from you. Your thoughts drifted back to your talk with Roger. Your captain had been right. Malfoy was faster than you, but he knew he was. And that was also his weakness. A small smile crept on your lips. And suddenly, you knew what to do.

The crowd began to murmur, as they saw you stopping abruptly in the air, turning your broom around, pacing in the opposite direction. You were bent forwards, pushing your broom to its limits. But against Malfoy´s, it didn’t stand a chance.  He noticed what you were up to immediately, taking up the chase. Only a few seconds later, he had caught up to you, arm already extended, confident of victory as he outpaced you, his eyes wandering around hectically as he tried to spot what your eyes must have noticed moments ago.

What Malfoy didn’t see, was that as soon as he had passed you, you stopped your broom once more, before sprinting back into the opposite direction.

And when only seconds later, your fingers closed around the snitch, holding onto it tightly, the arena exploded.

The grin on your face was the brightest it had ever held. The hand enclosing the snitch raised above your head, and you were circling around the arena, enjoying the cheering of the audience and your teammates. And when you saw Malfoy flying up to you, with the most confused look on his face, your smile only widened.

“What in the name of Salazar was that?”, he shouted angrily.

“It´s called winning, Malfoy.”, you returned. “You should try that too sometime.”

“But I was faster than you!”

“You were, but unfortunately it was the wrong direction.”

You could see the red shade on Malfoy´s face only darken, as he tried to find the right words.

“Don’t take it too hard Draco.”, you laughed. “It´s not a shame to be outsmarted by…”

Boom!

The pain that was rushing through your body came unexpectedly. Your vision went blurry. Somehow, you managed to hold on to your broom, trying not to slip, while you drifted towards the earth, accompanied by muffled screams ringing in your ears.

The moment, your tiptoes touched the ground, you lost all control over your body, feeling it collapse. Somewhere in your mind, you got ready for it to hit the ground, but for some reason, it didn’t. Instead, you felt some strong arms embracing you and a strong, comforting scent lulling you in.

You heard a voice yelling: “What is wrong with you?”

And that was the last thing you could remember before your mind drifted off completely.

The sheets that covered your body felt soft. You could hear the hushed chirping of some birds, somewhere in the distance. You nestled deeper into your blanket and sighed comfortably. The only thing that was now still disturbing you, was the bright light that was shining through your closed eyelids. You covered your eyes with your hands, trying to shield them from it. You could’ve lied here like this forever. But something felt wrong. Your whole body felt stiff, and your head was throbbing.

And slowly, your cloudy mind cleared off. You knew why something was off. Because the last thing you could remember was sitting on your broom somewhere up in the air and showering in the applause of hundredths of people. So how did you get here?

You opened your eyes fluttery, squinting as you tried to get used to the bright sunlight. When your vision finally cleared, you could see some figures sitting by your bedside, talking in a low voice. You tried to lift your head, getting a closer look at them.

When your teammates realized you had woken up, they immediately turned to you, bombarding you with questions.

“What happened?”, you asked, ignoring all the questions, as you tried to sit up, ignoring the dull pain that was pulsing through your body.

“You caught the snitch.”, Chambers happily announced. His arm was, as you noticed, now in a sling.

You nodded. You still remembered how you had caught it, still remembered the people celebrating you. The very last thing you remembered for sure was Malfoy´s embarrassed face, as he had realized that you had fooled him. After that, everything was just a blur.

“I know. But what happened then? How did I get here?”

Roger cleared his throat.

“After you had caught the snitch and everyone realized that you tricked Malfoy, Flint was furious. He wrenched Goyle´s bat out of his hand and hounded a bludger in your direction. It hit your neck.” Roger´s voice was by now shaking from anger. He, as well as your other friends, looked as if they would love to try all the nasty hexes they knew on the Slytherin captain. “You somehow managed to get back to the ground before you passed out. Then you were brought here immediately. Madame Pomfrey said it´s nothing bad. A few contusions and compressions. A light concussion. She fixed most of it immediately. One or two more days in bed and you´ll be completely fine again.”

“Such an asshole.”, you spitted out.

Flint wasn’t exactly known for his fair play but hitting you with a bludger after the game was already over was really below the belt.

Roger nodded in agreement.

“I´ve never seen Madame Hooch that angry.”, he told you. “And Flitwick as well. Flint won´t be allowed to play this season anymore and earned himself a month of detention.”

“Well, then the entire thing had something good after all.”, you smiled wryly. “How long have I been passed out by the way?”

You noticed your friends weren’t wearing their jerseys anymore, making you suspect it had been a few hours.

“Almost a day.”, Chambers answered. “It´s Sunday. Almost midday.”

You nodded.

Your throat was dry and ached. When you turned around, to the side of your bed where the nightstand was settled, to grab some water, you froze.

There was another person sitting at your bedside. Someone, you hadn’t noticed until now, since he hadn’t said a word yet. This wasn’t surprising though, since he was sunken into the chair, obviously asleep.

“What is he doing here?”, you asked perplexed.

You looked at your friends, who were smirking at each other.

“He´s your knight in shining armour.”, Bradley grinned. “After Flint had hit you, he was the first to react. When he saw you tumbling towards the ground he followed you and caught you before you could hit the ground. Then he brought you here and stayed with you the entire time. But only after he hexed Flint for what he had done.” Bradley chuckled. “That was quite a sight. Got him a month of detention too, but he didn’t care. The man was furious, I´m telling you.”

You looked at your friend in disbelief.

“You´re kidding me, right?”

Bradley raised his eyebrows.

“Do I look like I am? Or does he?”

Your gaze shifted to the blond Slytherin again. Only now you noticed that Malfoy was still wearing his Quidditch jersey, making you suspect he hadn’t returned to his dorm since he got here.

“Madame Pomfrey didn’t like that at all, but Malfoy refused to leave. And Professor Dumbledore said it was alright.” Chambers chuckled. “I think he thought it was kinda adorable, watching him sitting by your bedside, holding your hand, telling you how sorry he was.”

Your eyes widened and you flushed.

“He did what?”

Roger nudged his friend.

“He´s exaggerating. But Malfoy was actually quite upset about what happened. I think he beats himself up because he got fooled by your manoeuvre and got Flint so riled up.” A small smile appeared on Roger´s face. “That was a brilliant move by the way. You really put our talk into practice.”

You smiled bashfully.

“Was kind of a knee-jerk reaction.”

“Still brilliant.”

You and your friends kept on talking for a while. During the conversation, your eyes regularly drifted back to Malfoy, who was still asleep. Roger had told you he had been awake all night, never leaving your bedside. When he had come looking for you early this morning, Malfoy had still been awake, with dark circles under his eyes. Only when Roger and the others had visited you again about four hours later, Malfoy had finally fallen asleep in his chair. You couldn’t help but smile and blush as your friend had told you this, leading to some teasing from your teammates. But you didn’t actually mind. Malfoy had proven in the last few hours that he had a heart after all. Maybe a heart of stone and maybe he only was here for the fact that he felt responsible for what had happened to you, but he was here. And that was all you needed to know for now.

When about half an hour later the blond Slytherin slightly started to move in his chair, your friends stood up and wished you all the best.

“We´ll tell Madame Pomfrey you´re awake. She´ll want to check on you for sure.”, Roger bowed out, before he followed the others outside of the hospital wing.

You sighed and let yourself back into a half-sitting, half-lying position. Your head was pounding stronger now, the long conversation and the many voices had you feeling exhausted. Still, you didn’t dare to close your eyes, but let your gaze wander back to Malfoy. The boy almost looked peaceful, the way he had huddled up in his chair. His head had fallen onto his chest, his hair was hanging into his face in strands and his lips were slightly parted, as he breathed slowly and regularly. If it wouldn’t be for the lines of worry showing on his forehead, you wouldn’t suspect that there had ever been anything bothering him at all.

You could’ve watched the boy like this forever, but soon enough Malfoy started to shift in his chair again and his eyes fluttered open. For a few seconds, he looked as if he had forgotten where exactly he was. He looked around in confusion, trying to orientate himself; until his gaze fell on you. As he saw you watching him closely with a mix of curiosity and amusement on your face, he sat up straight quickly and cleared his throat.

“Good morning, Rosamond.”, you grinned.

Malfoy frowned, not understanding your allusion. For a moment the both of you sat there in uncomfortable silence, before Malfoy spoke up.

“So… how are you?” His voice sounded raspy and sent chills down your spine, even if you tried to ignore it.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Alright, I guess. Only my head still hurts a bit, feeling a little bit dizzy, you know?”

Malfoy nodded.

“That´s good. Not that your head hurts though, I mean…” He trailed off. “How long have you been awake?”, the boy then asked.

“Not long. Still feel a bit tired.”

“I can leave if you want to rest.”, Malfoy quickly offered.

But you shook your head just as quick.

“No, it´s fine. I mean, if you want to stay. You don’t have to though.”

“Well, I mainly wanted to make sure you are alright.”

“Why though?”

Malfoy lowered his gaze, staring at his feet.

“Looked like Flint had gotten you bad yesterday. I was quite…” He came to a halt.

“Worried?”, you completed his sentence with an amused tone in your voice.

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“Well, if I wouldn’t have got fooled by your tricks…”

“It wasn’t your fault.”, you quickly interrupted him. “I don’t blame you. The only one who screwed up was Flint. But as I heard, he got what he deserved afterwards.”

You looked at Malfoy, watching his reaction closely, but he only glanced up at you shyly, obviously relieved you didn’t put the blame on him. But just as he was about to answer, Madame Pomfrey came up to your bed, eager to check on you, even if you assured her that you were just fine.

“I insist.”, the woman said vigorously. “Mr Malfoy, if I may ask you to leave now.”

“But…”, the boy argued, but Madame Pomfrey cut him off immediately.

“No Mr Malfoy. I need to check on miss (Y/l/n) now and after this, she needs to rest.”

“But Madame Pomfrey, why can´t I…”

“No!”, she cut him off again, her tone leaving no room for discussion.

You had no doubt Madame Pomfrey would get rid of the boy by force if she had to, so you smiled at Malfoy calmingly.

“It´s alright. I´m in safe hands now. But thanks for stopping by. Really.”

Malfoy returned your smile shyly, making your heart fluttering in your chest.

“Would you mind if I come here once more later?”, he asked, avoiding your gaze and shifting from one foot to the other.

Your smile only grew wider.

“Not at all.”

Malfoy looked at you as if he wanted to say something more, but Madame Pomfrey was faster.

“Now off you go. Let me do my job.”

After Madame Pomfrey had finished her examination, she assured you that you would be back on your legs -and even more important back on your broom- in no time. In between her ranting about how dangerous Quidditch was, she told you that she wanted you to stay in the hospital wing for one more night before she would send you back to your dorm the next morning.

And when Madame Pomfrey was done with you, pulled the separation back in its place and scurried to her next patient, you let yourself sink back into your soft pillow and slowly doze off.

Not much later you were woken up by your mattress slightly sinking down under the weight of another person. As you opened your eyes, you saw Malfoy leaning on the edge of your bed.

“Hey.”, he greeted you, a small smile playing around his lips.

“Hey.”, you returned.

“I didn’t mean to wake you. Sorry.”

You shook your head and sat up slightly, resting your upper body on your elbows.

“You finally changed clothes. And showered.”, you stated, as you noticed Malfoy was by now wearing his usual clothes again and that his hair was still being slightly wet.

The Slytherin let out a nervous laugh.

“Yeah, was on time after the game yesterday.”

He fell silent.

“Have you really been here the entire night?”, you asked.

Malfoy shifted uncomfortably and avoided your gaze as he nodded.

You felt your cheeks heating as you smiled. The thought of him sitting by your bedside the entire night, watching over you, felt strangely comforting.

“There was no need for that, I´m just fine.”, you said softly.

“Well, you weren’t awake to tell me back then.”, he answered in a defiant voice.

“That´s a good point.”, you chuckled.

 “Don’t think your friends were really happy about it though.”, Malfoy huffed. “I think they were worried I might murder you in your sleep or something like that.”

“Ain´t that absurd, is it?”, you responded.

Malfoy frowned.

“Maybe… But you know I´d never hurt you on purpose, don’t you?”

And as you looked into his grey eyes, you just couldn’t help but believe him. So you nodded.

“I know.”

And Malfoy stayed with you for almost the rest of the day. Only when in the afternoon Luna Lovegood stopped by in the afternoon, with a beautiful bouquet of wildflowers, assuring you that some of them had healing powers, Malfoy pulled a face and excused himself for a while. Luna being the absolute sweetheart she was, she stayed a while and chatted with you. She informed you about everything that was going on in the Ravenclaw tower by now, including that you were officially the hero of the house and Marcus Flint enemy number one. The only thing leaving you slightly irritated was that Luna assured you that -if Malfoy wouldn’t have caught you before you hit the ground- the garden gnomes would have done so, who were secretly still living at the pitch, having formed their own little society under the stands by now. Speaking of Malfoy, Luna assured you -very incidentally and while saying goodbye to you- that she had always known that the two of you would be a wonderful couple one day since she had seen the glances Malfoy was always giving you when he knew you weren’t looking, as well as she had overheard all the very nice things that he had always said to his friends about you. When you asked her how she knew this, Luna just responded with a shrug of her shoulders that people like Draco never really cared about people like her being around, making it very easy for her to look behind the façade of people.

When Luna had left and Draco returned shortly afterwards, you were still baffled by the girl, as well as what she had just told you. From that point on, you enjoyed Draco´s company even more, even though it felt kinda strange to actually talk to him, besides some teases about the quality of the Quidditch play of the other one.

The sun already set, when Draco finally got ready to go and leave for dinner. You were almost sad he already had to leave, since you had much fun to spend some time with him, especially when everything else you had been able to do for the day had been lying in bed.

“I think I´ll leave now.”, Draco said, as he was standing in front of you, ready to go.

You nodded and smiled at him sweetly.

“Thanks for staying with me. It was quite nice to have some company.”

“Even if it was me?”, Draco grinned.

“Even if it was you.”, you confirmed. Or maybe especially because it had been him.

“Excuse me?”

“What?”

“What did you just say?”

“That it was nice to have some company. Even if it was you.”

“No, after that.”

Did you really had just said this out loud? Maybe your head had carried away more damage than you had thought.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?”

“I would know if I did, wouldn’t I?”

“Misheard you then I guess.”, Draco mumbled, scratching his neck.

“Probably.”, you answered, trying to prevent your cheeks from intensifying their red shade.

“Well, then I´ll really leave now.”, Draco said and you nodded.

Still, the boy didn’t move.

“You´re a great seeker, you know that?”, he suddenly blurted out. “And I... I was really worried about you when you got hit by that damn bludger.”

You looked at Draco in surprise. The boy was looking at the ground, his cheeks at least as red as yours.

“I… thanks.”

Draco nodded before he took a step back, now actually intending to leave.

“Well, I see you around I guess.”

“Draco?”

The boy froze just as he was about to turn away from you as he heard his name leaving your lips.

“Yeah?”

“You´re a great player too. And I… I´m really glad you stayed with me. The night I mean. And now. And thanks for bringing me here. And everything else.”

Draco now turned around to you again, stepping a bit closer to you. You could see a small smile playing around his lips.

“Not for this.”, he responded.

You nodded vigorously.

“Yes for this.”, you returned. “You didn’t have to do this but you still did. That was… nice.”

Draco raised an eyebrow in amusement.

“Nice? I´m not nice.”, he chuckled.

“Yes you are.”, you answered. “You´re not half as much of a prick when your feet are back on earth.”

“Doesn’t make any sense anymore now, does it? I mean we lost the game already.”

“Even one more reason to be mean to me. Never took you for a good loser.”, you smiled.

Draco returned your smile. He stepped even closer than before until he was standing directly next to your bed and took your hand in his bigger ones. As his thumb carefully brushed over the back of your hand, you could feel a goosebump covering your entire body. Draco´s eyes met yours and never left them, as he returned: “I think you got me, wrong darling. We might have lost the game, but I don’t feel like a loser at all.”

He placed a small kiss on the back of your hand, his grin only growing wider as he noticed how your breath hitched as his lips slightly brushed your hand.

“Never thought that there was anything more important to you than the game.”, you responded in a breathy voice.

You could feel your heart hammering inside your chest, as Draco interlocked the fingers of his one hand with yours, while his other hand brushed some strands of hair out of your face, before caressing the last signs of the, by now almost completely healed, bruises on your face and neck. His eyes were still locked with yours, searching for any signs of pain or discomfort. But as he didn’t notice any of these and saw you didn’t have any intention to shy away from his touch, he slightly bent forwards, his face only centimetres away from yours.

“I can think of at least one thing that is far more important than anything else now.”, he whispered.

And when his lips finally met yours, you had to agree with Draco. There were much more important things than stupid games -even though you had to admit that you were already looking forward to bringing up the fact that you had outsmarted Draco at some point again-, Bludgers and house cups.

And one of those things was right in front of you.

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The One and Only Exception

Percy Weasley x Reader

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Written for Fictober 2023!

Fandom: Harry Potter

Day 13 Prompt: "Come with me, hurry."

Summary: When Y/N and Percy end up in a small closet together hiding from angry Slytherins, certain feelings may finally come to light.

Word Count: 1,628

Category: Fluff

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"This is why you're my best friend."

I grinned as Oliver Wood, my regular partner in crime, whispered from next to me in the secret passage where we crouched. Normally, we were partners in Quidditch-based crime, coming up with the most amazing plays to destroy our opponents on the field. We'd been doing it since first year, even before anyone had been willing to listen to us and our Quidditch opinions.

Now, however, we were partners in crime in something that fit our Beater pair more than either of us. But with a match against Slytherin on the horizon and them playing ridiculous, cheaty mind games, I'd convinced Oliver to join me in doing the same.

We were going to get back at them by getting in their heads, the same way they'd been spending time trying to get in ours. And as soon as Marcus Flint came around the corner, ideally with a few other members of his team, our hovering bubbles of water and flour would drop down on them from the ceiling and our revenge would begin.

Thankfully, we didn't have to wait much longer. As we'd expected, Flint came into the hallway with his Beaters trailing him. Oliver and I waited for the perfect moment, then with a wave of our wands, dropped the balloons and flour smack onto their heads.

They froze in their tracks, horror on their faces, before they looked around wildly and angrily. Oliver and I shared a maniacal grin, then took off running in opposite directions as planned as Flint roared.

"WHO DID THAT?"

Oliver disappeared up the secret corridor as I popped into the hallway with the Slytherins, drawing their attention before disappearing around the corner of a castle hallway. Ideally neither of us would get caught, but Oliver was the Quidditch captain, so we needed to make sure he didn't get blamed for this lest the whole team be punished. Hence my part.

I could hear the footsteps of the Slytherins pounding against the cobblestones behind me, but I just cackled and picked up the pace, racing ahead. I flew around another corner, intending to put on a little more speed, but stopped dead in my tracks thanks to an unexpected obstacle. Percy Weasley, Oliver's roommate and one of my friends since first year, was walking down the hallway, completely oblivious of me and the angry Slytherins on my trail.

"Whoa! Y/N, what are you-"

"No time! Come with me, hurry!" I cried, grabbing Percy's arm and dragging him along after me. He immediately slowed me down, and if we kept going at this pace, Flint and his friends would catch us for sure.

Time for plan B.

I readied my wand and leveled it at the nearest door off the corridor, blasting it open before ducking inside, dragging Percy with me. I quickly shut the door behind us, relocking it with magic and then freezing to avoid making noise that would give us away.

"Really, Y/N, what on earth-"

"Percy, sh!" I said, raising my finger to my lips and staring him down with wide eyes. He didn't look completely pleased, but he listened, settling in to stare at me with his arms crossed while I watched the door.

I thought that would be that, but then Percy grabbed my arm to turn my attention back to him, one eyebrow raised almost into his hairline in demanding question. I sighed, then leaned in to whisper in his ear.

In the back of my mind, I realized just how closely together that put us, chest to chest in this tiny dark storage closet. I tried my best to force that train of thought to be quiet, especially since I was sure Percy didn't feel the same as I did.

"The Slytherins have been messing with our Quidditch team worse than usual," I whispered. "So, I'm helping my best friend by getting them back. We set a trap with water balloons and flour in the hallway, dumped it right on Flint's head, and got the Beaters too. After I triggered the prank, I took off and they chased. I ran into you, dragged us both in here so we wouldn't get caught, and now we're waiting for them to pass."

I leaned back at bit to gauge Percy's reaction, and for just a second, I thought I saw a faint blush on his cheeks through the dark. Then, I noticed his deep frown.

"What were you thinking!" he hissed, at least remembering to keep his voice down this time. "You know I'm the Head Boy, don't you? I have to get you in trouble for this!"

"Or..." I started, giving Percy a little smile as an idea came to me. He raised his eyebrows, still looking a little outraged, so I continued. "Percy, did you actually see me do anything wrong?"

"...Well, no. But I just heard you confess to dropping water balloons on the Slytherins-"

"Percy. I just saved you from an angry Marcus Flint, who absolutely had it coming, by the way. For once in your life just be chill."

He stared at me, stress written on every single line of his face, then finally sighed, his shoulders falling as he closed his eyes.

"Okay."

"Wait, really?"

He looked at me again, clearly incredibly tired of my nonsense. Maybe he was just trying to fake me out...

"Really, Y/N. I... you made a decent enough argument that I suppose, just this once..." he cleared his throat and rubbed at the back of his neck, and this time I definitely caught him blushing. "I suppose I can let it go."

"I freaking love you," I laughed, flinging my arms around him and pulling him in tight for a hug. He froze like a statue, then slowly, wrapped his arms around my waist. As he did, I realized what I'd just said, and I felt heat rising to my own face, too.

We stayed like that for a few beats, part of me not wanting to pull away and deal with the tension now blanketing this closet. After a moment, though, I did, slowly. Percy didn't drop his arms from around my waist, and I left mine around his neck as we made eye contact, all the humor and lightness gone.

"Percy..." I breathed. I glanced down at his lips before I could stop myself, and when I quickly looked back up after realizing what I'd done, I found Percy's gaze had wandered to my lips, too.

I smiled to myself, then leaned in and kissed him without letting myself think twice about it. I'd had a crush on Percy since fifth year, and Oliver had spent all of that time telling me to stop being a chicken and just ask him out. Now, two years later, I was finally managing to do just that.

Percy kissed me back as soon as he'd realized what was happening, and I smiled into the kiss. After a moment we pulled away, and I met Percy's eyes, wide with shock but a small smile on his face. I was practically glowing.

"You just kissed me," he said, like he still couldn't quite believe it. I nodded.

"I sure did. And I'm gonna do it again."

Percy huffed a quiet, happy laugh, then met me half way as I leaned back in towards him. Marcus Flint and the angry Slytherins were completely forgotten as I ran one hand through Percy's hair at the base of his neck, and he wrapped his arms even tighter around me.

"Hey, I think it's finally safe for you-"

Percy and I jumped apart and whirled around as the door flew open, revealing Oliver. I guess he'd come to find me once the danger of the Slytherins had passed, unfortunately for me. Oliver, Percy, and I stared at each other with wide eyes for a few moments, and then Oliver's face broke into a grin.

"FINALLY! I've had to spend years hearing you talk about Percy nonstop, only to go to bed and hear Percy talking about you until I hit him with a pillow!"

Percy and I exchanged a glance. I couldn't believe that all this time, he'd been just as hung up on me as I'd been on him.

"Alright, I don't need to see the lovey-dovey stuff even though I'm happy for you," Oliver said, putting his hand back on the door and taking a step back into the hallway. "Y/N, don't be late for practice. I expect to see you on the field in twenty minutes."

With that, he slammed the door again, leaving Percy and I alone in the small, dark space.

"You... you've talked to Oliver about me?" asked Percy, hesitant hope in his voice. I smiled.

"Of course. He's my best friend, and I've had a crush on you for years."

Percy beamed. "So have I."

"Well, I'm glad we finally got that cleared up then," I said, taking Percy's hand in the dark. It was amazing neither of us were literally glowing with happiness. "So... maybe we could do something this weekend? A date, or something?"

"I'd love that," he replied. "It's a Hogsmeade weekend, so perhaps some tea?"

"That sounds perfect." I leaned in to kiss him again, a short peck on the lips, then I pulled back and flung the closet door open. "I need to go or I'm going to be late to practice, and then Oliver will kill me, but... I'll see you in the Common Room tonight?"

"I'll see you tonight," he said with a little nod. I beamed back at him, then blew him one last kiss before taking off down the hallway again, headed for the Quidditch pitch outside, still floating on air. My prank on Flint had worked out even better than I'd hoped it would.

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[dracomalfoy7]

THE OTHER HALF III

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader Fling!Marco Flint x Slytherin!Reader Harry Potter x Sister!Reader

Summary: Harry Potter's twin sister y/n Potter transfers to Hogwarts during the third year. With Harry being a Gryffindor being sorted into Slytherin was hard enough. Now having to battle the shadow that comes with being the twin of the chosen one. On top of being the only girl on the Slytherin quidditch team. In the notorious cold-blooded house, y/n leans on the Bronze 5. Eventually falling for the pureblood prince, himself Draco Malfoy.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Retired Voldy AU, Angst, Fluff, Cursing

A/N: Hey guys I know I’ve been AWOL for sometime but I got the need to write again. I will try to be more consistent this time! If you want to be on the taglist click the link! This is not my gif

The clock hits 6am ringing until you slam down on the clock causing it to stop. You roll out of bed with a big stretch and take a shower washing away the night. You move swiftly through your morning routine as you prepare to play quidditch with Marcus. You know you can't bruise his ego but you can't just rollover and let him win. As you're deep in thought brushing your teeth. Blake walks in, yawning and covering her eyes from the light of the bathroom. 

“Y/N/N what are you doing up so early come back to bed” she says with a slight whine

“I'd love to but I got business with Flint, a girls gotta get on the quidditch team somehow”

Blake frowns heading for the toilet

After you change into one of your old practice jerseys you grab your Nimbus 2000 and head for the door. As you cross the halls near the quidditch field you're greeted by a familiar bunch. Enzo, Blaise, and Draco walking back drenched in sweat.

“Early morning practice?”

“Nah just playing for funz” says Enzo

“We’ll see you later after you beat Flints arse right?” Blaise asked with a wink

“Oh a hundred percent”

You continue walking into the stadium and circling above you like a hawk Marcus Flint. He dives down doing a 360 before landing in front of you.

“Surprise you showed up Vip thought you were all bark no bite”

Trying not to give him an ear full you bite your tongue “I’m just here to have a little fun, it's been a while since I’ve gotten on the broom.”

Before he can speak you swing over the body of the broom and take off flying through the air you smile sheepishly. You stop to take in the cold autumn air, closing your eyes and taking a deep needed breath. As you open your eyes Marcus is stationed in front of you.

“What are you staring at Flint?”

“O just a pretty girl sitting in front of me”

You smile putting on your best doe eyes.

“How sweet of you”

You and Marcus rip through the air intensely for a few hours. In the beginning you were rusty with Marcus being able to scorce on you way more they you would’ve liked. But after a while it was all coming back to you like riding a bike. You gracefully fly through the air scoring on his side and advancing past him. Now covered in sweat you both come to a mutual stop.

‘Wow I don’t say this often but you’re really good for a girl of course”

You keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head after that distasteful remark.

Unable to contain all your sarcasm you say “Well i didn’t make history in America for nothing.”

After the words leave your mouth you regret it all a little and glance at his face to get a read.

Marcus laughs “I mean the Americas aren’t as good as us but you’re right.”

He clears his throat “That being said you are probably better then half the guys on my team”

You can’t help but grin “Oh really”

“Ya totally any chance you’d be willing to try out for the team?”

“I mean a personal invitation for the captain can’t be ignored can it?”

“Great tryouts start tomorrow and go for three days”

“Epic i’ll be there”

After touching down back on the floor he walks you back into the locker rooms. You op to freshin up in your dorm room and take a shower to wash the sweat away. As you dry your hair with a towel walking out the bathroom your startled. 

“Jesus”

Pansy and Avery are sat on there beds staring at you

“So how’d it go?” Blake ask batting her eyelashes 

You laugh “Exaclty like I wanted”

“You’re looking at the only girl trying out for the quidditch team tomorrow”

“Wow even i’m shocked actually?” Pansy remarks

“That’s right I mean i’m not officially on the team yet but we shall see”

Blake jumps up and down on the mattress

“Oh my god. Oh my god.”

You and Pansy both stare at her

“Stop everyones going to hear you”

She stops “alright alright fine lets go get dinner”

You and the girls walk down the corridor into the great hall. You spot the boys and sit across form them.

Blake exlamines “Guy y/n did it she’s trying out with you guys tomorrow!”

Lorenzo’s Jaw drops “Bloody Hell no way he actually let you”

You smile “No to brag but yup”

Blaise laughs “I can’t believe this you hadd to play dirty or something”

You just roll your eyes

Draco was hard to read not much of a reaction. 

You turn to him “Well what do you think Malfoy”

He looks up from his food “You’ve only gotten your toe through the door”

Enzo stands up “No we are going to make you look soo good tomorrow”

“I mean come on were a given to get on the team we’ve been flying together since we were in litral diapers. Plus I mean being best friends with mr. Malfoy here has its preaks.”

Draco rolls his eyes

Blake speak ups “Well we havee to celebrate I mean come on this is huge”

Blaise contradicts “No not tonight y/n needs a goodnight of rest we all do”

“Besides they way you guys drink y/n would die at tryouts.”

All three of you disagree at the same time “It’s not That bad”

After dinner the six of you walk back to the common room. Everyone is setting up for the party since its the Slytherins turn to throw. 

“Ugh the first Slytherin party of the year and I can’t go” You say disappointed

“It’s okay all the quidditch players will be sleeping early today every has to wake up a the crack of dawn.” Blaise says

“Besides there will be plenty of other Slytherin parties this year” Enzo adds on

Everyone says goodnight and head to the separate girls and boys dorms. You change into your pajamas brush your teeth and say goodnight to Blake and Pansy before turning off the light.

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[screamingoverfiction]

HI!!! I loved ur fred fic so may I request a possessive handsy fred weasley x reader??? Tysm!!

OFC! I love this! Possessive, Handsy & Jealous Fred Weasley x f!-reader. 18+ smut ahead. No house mentioned.

Word Count: 2.23k

Fred Weasley loved PDA, whether it be holding hands, hugging, or even making out between classes. He wanted it all. He needed people to know Y/n was his and only his.

The various markings he'd leave on her neck were usually enough to scare away anyone trying to make a move. Unless she wanted them to.

Y/n was mad at Fred. He and George decided it was a grand idea to go off and prank Filch. Typically this didn't bother her. Fred was a prankster, it was one of the things that attracted her to him, but they'd gotten caught and sent to a heavily watched detention, so Y/n had to spend their anniversary night alone.

So here she was the next night, across the room from him on a Friday night, laughing at a joke Marcus Flint had told.

She bit her lip, tilting her head sideways and smiling at the Slytherin boy, knowing exactly how to push each of Fred's buttons.

Fred's grip tightened around his red solo cup, his eyes going impossibly wide, jaw clenched so tightly the muscles twitched.

His blood boiled, eyes only seeing red at the sight of his girlfriend talking it up with Marcus Flint. Her hand was on his arm after he'd say something funny.

He harshly set his cup down, striding through crowds of students to get to her.

Y/n heard footsteps approaching her, and she smirked, turning her head just in time for Fred to reach her. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her into him and away from Marcus.

"Hello, Flint," Fred said through gritted teeth, his fingers pressing into her hips, making Y/n softly smirk, backing herself into him.

"Weasley," Flint said back, his expression hardening, eyes flickering to Y/n, who smirked at him, mouthing 'thank you.'

Flint simply pursed his lips into a downturned smile, hands up defensively as he backed away.

Fred grabbed her wrist, pulling her through the party without another word. He dragged her up the stairs, ignoring her questioning.

Only when he pried open his dorm door and walked in, pinning her against the door, did he finally speak.

"You dirty fucking minx," He said lowly, hands on her hips, pressing her firmly into the door.

Y/n's lips twitched into a smirk. She lifted her chin, her eyes flickering over his hardened features.

"Well, I needed someone to talk to since you were so busy last night and this morning," She bit back, locking her jaw, rolling her tongue along her cheek.

Fred inhaled sharply, swallowing thickly, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat.

"You're mine, Y/n," He spoke sternly, one of his hands reaching up and gripping her jaw, the other snaking up her shirt, tracing over the skin.

"Really? So you decided to go off and get detention on our anniversary?" She said in a sickeningly sweet tone, hissing softly when he tightened his grip on her jaw.

Fred let out a dry laugh and shook his head, lowering his face, so they were at eye level, his pupils blown, dark with rage and lust.

"If you keep running your mouth like that, I'll make it scream," He said darkly. His knee went between her legs, forcefully spreading them apart. He pressed his thigh against her clothed cunt, making her breath hitch at the sensation.

"You think you can run around flirting with other men? I hope you know what you've just signed up for," He spoke, his hand going from her jaw to her throat, locking around it.

Y/n inhaled, her hand locking around his wrist, her eyes dancing with desire. She leaned forward, crashing their lips together in a heated, passionate kiss.

They kissed like they needed the other's lips to breathe, like if they didn't, the room would collapse atop them. Teeth clashed, lips bruised, tongues fought. It was pure, unfiltered want and anger.

Fred pressed his leg further into her, earning a soft whimper from her lips. He smirked, kissing down her jaw, making sure to leave marks.

"Freddie, people will see those," She breathed, gasping softly when he bit down on her neck.

"Let them see. At least then they'll know not to touch what's mine," He said against her skin, lifting his hand up her shirt to run his fingers over her clothed breasts.

He quickly snakes both hands around her back and under her thighs, hoisting her effortlessly into his arms.

He carried her to his bed, setting her down and hovering over her body, connecting their lips again.

Y/n fingers brushed along his neck and down his body, carefully undoing his shirt and assisting him in pulling it off.

Fred grabbed the top of her shirt with both hands, breaking open the fabric and sending buttons scattering.

"Fred, what the fuck?!" She said in anger and surprise. Fred simply rolled his eyes, pulling the rest of her shirt away from her skin and kissing her again.

"I'll buy you another," He says against her lips, making her huff annoyedly.

Fred unhooks her bra skillfully, throwing it off to be forgotten. He runs his hands over her body, groaning against her lips.

"This is mine to touch, only mine," He growls, kissing her harshly, hands massaging her breasts, kneading the sensitive skin.

Y/n gasped, knocking her head back as his lips trailed hickeys down her neck and to her boobs, whimpering lightly as he took one in his mouth.

"That's it, baby, make those noises for me," He said lowly, pinching her nipple and making her hiss from the slight pain.

Fred smirked, lowering himself and hooking his fingers in the waistband of her skirt, fingers brushing over her soft skin.

Y/n squeezed her eyes shut, swallowing her moans as Fred gradually pulled her skirt down her legs.

He hovered over her panties, his warm breath fanning the soaked and sensitive area. He traced his thumb over the fabric, pressing it against her clothed clit.

"So wet, and I haven't fucking touched you. Is this all from me, angel?"

Y/n tightened her jaw, fingers clenching the bedsheets as he carefully and knowingly teased her.

"No, Flint is-" She started to say, but Fred's teeth sunk into the skin of her inner thigh, making her groan in pain and pleasure.

"Don't lie to me, Y/n. Who made you this wet?" He asked again, eyes staring daggers into hers, fingers tightly gripping her thighs.

"Y-You did, Freddie," She whispered desperately. Her core was burning and aching for him. She needed him to touch her.

"That's what I thought," He sneered, hooking his fingers in her underwear and yanking them down her legs, exposing her soaked pussy on full display.

Fred almost drooled at the sight. Her perfect, pretty cunt splayed out just for him. It was only for him.

He lifted his thumb to her clit, slowly drawing circles on the bundle of throbbing nerves.

"Please, Freddie," She groaned, eyes squeezing shut from the taunting. She couldn't take much more.

Fred smirked, sliding his middle finger into her entrance, curling it upward to hit her g-spot.

Y/n whimpered quietly when he added a second finger. Her head was thrown back against her pillow, eyes squeezed tightly shut.

He lowered his mouth, replacing his thumb with his tongue. Enjoying her now heightened moans.

His fingers worked inside her while his tongue worked on her clit. Y/n's legs wrapped around his neck, trying to squeeze shut, but Fred just pried them back apart.

She could feel the knot in her core coiling, the pleasure that coursed through her veins made her eyes roll into her skull.

"That's it, baby," Fred hummed, curling his fingers upward and basking in her moans, his erection tenting in his pants.

Y/n felt her orgasm wash over her in waves, her back arching into the bed as Fred lapped up her release, still circling her overstimulated clit.

After he was satisfied with her whimpers, he raised himself back to hover over her, wrapping his hand around her throat and kissing her harshly.

Y/n groaned into the kiss, running her hands down his sides. Fred hissed in pain when her fingers brushed over his side, flinching back.

She immediately pulled back, craning her neck down to look at his side, eyes going wide in alarm

There was a semi-healed burn on his side that ran from the bottom of his ribs to about his v-line.

"Fred, holy shit, are you okay?" She said quickly, her expression laced with concern and worry.

"Don't worry about it," Fred mumbled, kissing her again, his hands hastily undoing his belt and unbuttoning his trousers.

"Fred-"

"I'm alright," He assured, kissing her jaw and brushing his fingers along her skin, earning soft whimpers from her lips.

Fred pulled his boxers down his legs, letting his erection tease to her entrance, the tip just barely sliding.

"Please, Fred," She begged, nails digging into his shoulders and back as he dragged out the moment.

Suddenly he pushes himself in with one sharp, quick thrust, making Y/n cry out.

The low groan that escapes Fred's lips is pure euphoria. The guttural sound was almost enough to make her cum on the spot.

"Oh fuck, that's it, love," He breathes into her neck, his hands on her hips as he starts thrusting.

The sounds of skin slapping, breathless moans, and beds creaking echoed throughout the room. If anyone was in the dorm next door, they would surely hear.

"Freddie," She moaned, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms hooking around his neck.

"That's right, angel, say my name, my name," He groaned lowly, hitting her g-spot with each thrust, the cries of pleasure from her lips enticing him more.

Y/n knocked her head back, tears pricked her eyes, and rolled down her cheeks.

The knot in her stomach was coiling tightly, her eyes rolled into her skull, and she arched herself further into him.

"Freddie, I'm close," She whimpered softly, lacing her fingers in his hair and gripping it tightly.

"Fuck, cum for me, angel," He breathed, fingers digging into her hips.

Those words were all it took to send her plummeting over the edge, her cries of pleasure echoing throughout the dorm.

Fred came seconds later, pulling out and letting his cum coat her stomach. His soft labored breathing and whimpers made her head spin.

"Maybe I should flirt with Flint more often," Y/n said through rapid breaths, making Fred lift his head and narrow his eyes at her.

"Just joking, love," Y/n spoke, grazing her fingers through his hair, brushing the stray strands back.

Fred shook his head with a slight smirk, lightly kissing her forehead before standing, pulling on his boxers, and heading into the bathroom for a towel.

"I'm sorry for flirting with Marcus. It was wrong. He knew it was to rile you up if that makes it better," Y/n said after she cleaned herself with the towel Fred brought her.

"It's alright. I ruined our anniversary," Fred said quietly, keeping his guilt-ridden eyes away from hers as he walked toward his dresser and grabbed out a pair of sweats and a red t-shirt.

He tossed her the shirt and pulled the sweats on, running a hand through his hair as he paced around the room.

After she clothed herself in her underwear and his shirt, Y/n stood up and walked over to Fred, wrapping her arms around his waist.

"Hey, look at me," She whispered, removing one hand and raising it to his cheek, tilting his head toward her.

"I love you, and that's not going to change. I just wish you would've said something. You told me you were going to fix something up with George, and it would take twenty minutes, and then you get caught pranking Filch and turn up with a giant burn on your side. But I wouldn't be mad if you'd communicated with me. Why did you do it, Freddie?" She asked, taking his face in her hands.

Fred closed his eyes, leaning down and resting his forehead against hers. He sighed, swallowing thickly before backing out of her embrace and walking to his bed.

Y/n furrowed her brows and started to follow him, but he cut her off when he started speaking.

"We weren't pranking Filch," He started, making her freeze.

"George and I had been planning it for months. I wanted to surprise you, hence the lying. It was supposed to be fireworks, but Filch somehow found us, and a firework went haywire, slamming into him and exploding, causing all three of us to come out with a few burns. I'm sorry, I wanted to explain, but you were avoiding me after we got out of detention,"

The immense wave of guilt that crashed into Y/n felt like a tidal wave. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Her chest caved, and she felt tears prick her eyes.

"Fred, I'm so sorry," She said quietly, walking forward and wrapping her arms around him.

"I love you. I only love you, Fred," She said, pulling back to cradle his face in her hands.

Fred smiled, leaning down and kissing her passionately, his chest feeling warm.

She was his and only his.

Sorry this took so long. I've got a massive case of writer's block. If it isn't very good I apologize.

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[misguidedasgardian]

The Lifeaters (I.5)

V. Back Home

MASTERLIST

Chapter Summary: You never expecting entering Hogwarts was going to bring you… so much change 

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader (platonic)

Warnings: Cursing, magical objects, Mugglephobia, 

Wordcount: 2.1 k

Notes: I’m cutting first year to 8 chapters only… jeje they are just babies yet and like I said, this is for setting the tone for what comes next… jeje

You were fairly smart, you were, the point is, you were truly outstanding in things that TRULY interested you, so you learned when the Slytherin Quidditch team practiced, and you would sit in the boxes no matter how early or how late, scribbling in a small diary you started to call your playbook, writing and describing all the plays, it was quite fun, even Marcus Flint and Terrence Higgs, the players noticed and waved at you

“Are you going to try out next year?”, he asked 

“Of course”, you’d answer happily

And from then on, you became some sort of cheerleader for the team, even helping them in planning plays after the Hufflepuff VS Ravenclaw match that of course you watched and made Draco watch it too.

You were happy, you felt at home in Slytherin and even in potions class

“Who can tell what would happen if I add to the concoction a rat’s tail?”, asked Snape, “Basilik?”, you swallowed hard and looked at home ide eyed

“It would cause a purple colored-explosion?”

“Are you asking me?”, he asked back, annoyed, raising one of his eyebrows. It was the longest seconds of your life, you stammered as Granger raised her hand

“no Ser, i’m saying”, you managed to mumble, and you could swear you saw a hint of a smile on his face

“Indeed”, he said quickly, “5 points for Slytherin, anyways…that is why you must be very carefully in selecting rat’s hair on the back of said rat instead…” and the class continued without a hitch, you and Draco exchanged big smiles at the points given

And the smile couldn’t be wiped out of your face for the rest of the day. No matter how much Matthew teased you, Draco was making everyone laugh telling you how the Gryffindor team was going to replace Potter with a wide-mouthed tree frog.

You always admired Draco’s sense of humor

The days were already shorter, and even started snowing, Snape’s class was in the dungeons and it got really cold down there, so you had to put on your gray jumper under your cape, but you were really happy because, you had been paired up with Theodore for a couple of classes for a special brew, and it made you giggle

Theodore Nott, your housemate, friend of Draco, he was very cute and sweet, he smiled softly at you, he had this beautiful green eyes that look a bit sad but its because they way they are shaped, you and daphne had discuss it at length 

You acted a bit dumb when you were near him, but you thought Snape had paired you both together because you could defend yourself pretty good in Potions, but he was useless in that subject, you had to carry it for four weeks, but you were happy to do so.

Now you were in the common room with Theo, you weren’t allowed in the laboratory after classes, so, the only place you could hang out and study properly, besides the library, but they didn’t let you bring potion making instruments… So here you were.

“It’s ¾”, you said softly, “not 3,4”

“Oh sorry”, he muttered, you only smiled, knowing that little error could make the potion exude a lethal smoke that would kill you both

“You still on that?”, the peace and nice atmosphere that you had created was eliminated by barely a sentence of Draco, who showed up accompanied by his own partner, Matthew

You could see Theo’s face twisting in discomfort

“We just hadn't had the time”, you said simply

“We finished days ago”, they didn’t leave, they just sat there in the leather couch next to the table that you were working on 

You finished the best you could, feeling like you were being watched, and you had to use the loo so you left them to go to the bathroom

When you came back, you heard them

“I don’t know why she keeps insisting on the potion, maybe she fancies me”, muttered Theo, “and that’s why we keep working together”, and that broke your little heart. Draco frowned at this, without noticing you

“She doesn’t fancy you”, he said, with a disgusted face, and you had never been more grateful, especially with Matthew laughed at Theo

You pretended like everything was fine, you tried to ignore Theo’s guilty face, he was embarrassed, it was him that didn’t understand potions, but he was embarrassed to say so, and then, you were relieved that Draco stayed there with you.

“So, if I make this potion wrong it can explode?”, muttered Gaunt as he read your scribbles in the parchment, “interesting”

“No it's not”, you said quickly, “many potions could explode”, you said then quickly, Mathew and Theo exchanged looks that didn’t promise anything good.

They actually made the potion explode, underneath Filch’s desk, luckily he wasn’t there but Mrs Norris’ tail caught on fire that thankfully they were able to extinguish without much damage to the poor cat.

You found it horrible

But Matthew and Theo laughed 

You loved cats, and even though her being there was a sad accident, you couldn’t shake the bad feeling of your gut.

Matthew was a bit mean, and when you remembered him bringing the pumpkin to life… before he started carving it, it brought you chills.

Professor Snape was called, and Slytherin was taken 50 points.

When you were alone with Theo, he kept being nice to you, and the last class that you needed to work together, he ripped the page of the potion off of his book, and he folded you a snowflake with magic

You felt so happy you became giddy, even though he had lied to your friends 

As the weeks went by, the floor started to become white, as the snow started to stick 

But snow would only mean one thing… that you were most excited about

Christmas

Christmas is coming!

Between classes, and making friends, days turn into weeks and even months, and you were barely realizing it, Christmas was around the corner.

Every year you spend Christmas Eve with your Aunt, and then the next day you were invited to the Manor to spend the day with the Malfoys and their friends until the evening where you attend their annual Christmas Ball, it was always breathtaking, witches and wizards in their best dress robes ni black, white or red, and the decoration and food was out of this world

And this year, according to your aunt, it was going to be no different, you had three weeks of christmas break to go home, and you were going to spend it with Draco, the Malfoys and your aunt

You packed your trunk religiously, and even Umbra hooted in her cage happily, like she knew she was going back home

None of your teachers had left any homework, unless of course Professor Snape, who had given you a list of items you could find to make potions, so you needed to fetch them from your house or garden, he assured you they were things that could be easily found, trying to prove that potions could be brewed from almost anything

Anyways

You found Blaise in the great hall, he was staying at Hogwarts for the Holidays

“My mother is spending christmas in Greece with her new husband”, he muttered sadly

“I’m sorry Blaise”

“Other people are staying, so it's fine”, you had to go, Draco, from the other side of the Hall, was waving at you to go 

The train ride back to London was very pleasant, Draco couldn’t stop boasting about his list of presents and how he was sure he was going to get everything he wanted, he asked you about what was in yours, but you only had three items… a Nimbus 3000, Quidditch riding gear of the Holyhead Harpies and a dragon

You knew you were being silly, but you always wanted a Dragon, a small one would suffice, you had seen them, miniature versions of real dragons, that you could handle. 

And you promised your aunt that you could sell your current broom, a Quicksilver 2.0, so you wouldn’t have two, you were hopeful, you had been saving from your allowance, but still, professional brooms such as those had to be purchased by an adult 

So you were now even more hopeful, but you were surprised to discover actually Matthew was going to spend Christmass in the Malfoy Manor as well

When you’d ask Draco about his family, he would answered with evasives, probably he didn’t know who he was either

But still you found it odd

You forgot about personal compartments, your group of friends had gotten so big you preferred those open ones with tables on both sides so you could all speak to each other

You had gotten accustomed to being around them all day and even nights, it was going to be a bit sad when you got home, only you, your aunt and some house-elves.

“Are you going to the ball?”, you asked Pansy who was sitting right next to you, as you were seated on the other side of the aisle with the girls

“Yes, my parents were invited”, she muttered

“Mines too”, muttered Daphne

“It will be fun”, you said with a big smile

“Why are you and Draco so close?”, asked Milicent as she leaned in and whispered to you

“We are best friends”, you said softly

“But why?”, she insisted

“We know each other since I can remember, our parents are really close”

“Do you like him?”, she teased

“No”, you answered quickly, “he is my best friend”, all girls were looking straight at you, like they were cornering you, “for real”, you insisted, and that seemed to calm them as they giggle

“I think Theo is really cute, you were so lucky to had that huge project with him”, fanned over Daphne

“I think Matthew is cute”, added Milicent, you were leaning over the table and whispering, so they wouldn’t hear

“I don’t think any of them are”, you said with a sad voice, thinking of Theo

“My mom is having my robes custom made for me”, said Daphne with a soft smile, “for the Christmass ball”

“Really? how lucky! I think we are just going to Madam Malkin”, muttered Pansy

“Lucky you because my mother loves to shop in those muggle stores in central London”, said Milicent

“Some of those stores are nice”, you offered, you really liked muggle fashion sometimes, your aunt would take you in London and you were only able to watch at the showcases, some dresses were truly astonishing

“They are muggles”, she said as that was reason enough

The trip became longer than the one that goes to Hogwarts, it that made any sense

Now that you weren’t at Hogwarts, you wanted to get home already.

“Anything from the trolley?”, asked the sweet old lady, bringing her cart full of sweets

“Uh! me! Do you have any chocolate frogs?”, you asked

“Of course dear”, she said, passing one you exchange for a couple of Sickles

“Thank you”, the boys bought thighs to, you frowned when you looked at the frog, the spell not starting yet

“I’ll do it”, said Draco from the other side, you passed the package, he opened and the frog came to life, before it could jump, he snapped one if its legs to break the spell, not it was just chocolate

He passed it back to you

“Thank you”, he ate the chocolate leg and you ate the rest

“Why?”, asked Parkinson

“I don’t like it when they move, they look too real”, you said simply, “Uh! I got Cirse! I’d always wanted her!”, you admired the ancient witch in that card

Your aunt, as always, was waiting for you

She hugged you tightly, caressing your hair softly, you had missed her 

“Let’s go home”, you greeted the Malfoys, and from afar you could see Theodore, who was being received by an old man, you guessed he was his father.

“We will see you at Christmas”, my aunt muttered, and you started walking. Meek, your house elf appeared, grabbed both your hands, as you had your things in the other hand, and he apparated you back home, as easy as that 

Tea was served for the two of you, with your favorite small sandwiches and pastries

“Now, you will tell me EVERYTHING!”, she said with a wide smile 

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Finders Keepers Ch 19. (Cormac McLaggen x fem!reader)

Rating: Explicit 18+ (no smut in this particular chapter)

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Graphic violence (not canon-typical)

Summary: An unwelcome newcomer makes an appearance as you hold off the Death Eaters. McLaggen races against time to work out how to enchant the bludgers.

A/N: omgggg can you believe there's finally a chapter called 'quidditch'?!?! And not a quaffle or a snitch in sight… maybe a few bludgers though. alexa, play holding out for a hero by bonnie tyler

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Chapter 19: Quidditch

If this is the way you die. What a way to go.

You laugh. Actually laugh as you speed around the pitch, weaving between the stands and drawing the remaining three Death Eaters away from each other, scattering their attacking formation.

Your friends are nowhere to be seen. They’ve taken heed of your instructions and gone back to the castle. And thank god, because it means all you need to worry about is your own path weaving through the spells being hurled from the pitch. 

The Death Eaters’ furious spell casting gets even more erratic as you frustrate them, dodging them on the battered old Cleensweep Seven you borrowed from Madam Hooch’s office. Despite the mortal peril, you feel alive. So much for only being able to buy McLaggen ten minutes of time while he works out how to enchant the bludgers to attack the Death Eaters. Even on this old broom, you could do this all day -

“You can’t fly away forever - Mudblood,” shrieks a woman’s voice.

You pivot on your broom and rise high out of spell-casting range to see the voice that ignites a flicker of realisation.

As she pulls back her hood her companion mimics her movement.

Cerys Thicknesse accompanied by Marcus Flint. 

As they stride across the scorched earth of the Quidditch pitch below you, Cerys’ eyes are alight with a cold fire. At the same time, you both break eye contact and see yours and McLaggen’s brooms lying abandoned, silent witnesses to the chaos that has unfolded. When she hands her companion McLaggen’s broom and picks yours up from the pitch, indignation ignites inside you that she’d dare to even touch them. 

“You might be able to outfly them but you can’t outfly us,” says Cerys.

You laugh derisively, masking the jolt of fear that courses through you. You’re confident you could fly rings around Flint - but Cerys? She was good enough to make it to the Holyhead Harpies. You remember her well from tryouts - even if that day feels like centuries ago now.

When she mounts your broom your eyes narrow. Your companion through countless flights, hundreds of training sessions with McLaggen at Hogwarts and several hundred more at Seafarer’s Beacon with the rest of your friends. Your broom was the thing that first made you feel like you had a place in the magical community. A real connection between your love of muggle sport and the wizarding world. Something your parents were able to understand - they might not have been able to wrap their heads around transfiguring buttons to button mushrooms but they understood saving goals. It was even the common ground between you and McLaggen when you first started talking to each other in Potions.

The anguish you felt when you found out Cerys has convinced her father to send you to Azkaban pales in comparison to how you feel now seeing her on that thin piece of wood that’s been your anchor for the past seven years. Unfortunately for Cerys, you're not the same scared girl you were when you were carted off to Azkaban. Deep down, you’ve always known your prickly assertiveness was a defensive mask for your lack of real courage. But your time at Seafarer’s Beacon has changed you. 

You’ve always been a leader but now you’re a fighter. 

With something worth fighting for.

“What’s wrong, Cerys? Didn’t your Death Eater pals teach you how to fly without a broom?” you jeer as she and Flint kick off.

“Oh, they’ve taught me more than that,” says Cerys, raising her wand as she flies towards you. “Avada Kedavra!”

Before the words leave her lips, you react - diving on your broom out of the way of the jet of green light. Your heart rate shoots up, shocked that Cerys’ first attack is aiming to kill.

Fuck.

No sooner do you dive than Cerys and Flint surge forward, their brooms cutting a direct path through the air towards you. 

A red jet of light whizzes past your ear and you narrowly avoid the stunning spell.

You focus your breathing as you push the battered Cleansweep Seven to its limits. Cerys isn’t the only one who has learned a few things since you last met.

You aim your broom handle towards the three Death Eaters on the burning pitch. Fast. Furious. Direct. Thinking only of Viktor Krum’s signature move.

“Marcus! Stop!” Cerys’s distant voice tells you that she’s pulled back, realising what you’re about to do but you hope that Flint hasn’t.

The hot, burning world below becomes a fiery blur that makes you screw up your face as you fly towards them, Flint hot on your heels. Wind screams in your ears as the figures of the Death Eaters on the ground chaotically try to take aim at your speeding figure. The three of them push each other out of the way of your deadly path and at the very last second, just as it looks like you’re about to crash headfirst into the pitch, you execute the Wronski Feint and pull up with all your might.

Gravity tugs at every muscle in your body. And just as you knew he wouldn’t, Flint doesn’t react in time. With a satisfying, bone-crunching crash and a scream of pain, he slams into the ground, the sound of the impact echoing across the pitch. One of the Death Eaters, caught completely off-guard by Flint's unexpected descent, is taken out in the crash, crumpling onto Flint in a tangled, bloody heap.

You don’t have time to look back before hearing Cerys’ horrified cry followed by more spells narrowly missing you. You need to keep going. This close to the pitch, the hazardous maze of burning debris makes your throat dry and your t-shirt soak with sweat.

You need to get into the open air again but your broom seems to be fighting against you. It’s hot. Swelteringly hot. Come on, you think, urging your broom upwards. But it’s dragging. Why is it dragging? You check over your shoulder and see that the tail of your broom is set alight. 

Double fuck.

Whether it’s by Cerys’ hand or from flying too close to the burning stands on the pitch you’re not sure. Either way, you point your wand over your shoulder. “Aguamenti!”. It’s no good. It’s so hot down here that the stream of water from the tip of your wand turns to vapour before it can extinguish the flames.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

There’s nothing else for it - you look for a patch of scorched grass amidst the flame and throw yourself from the broom. As the burning broom leaves a streak of white light in the air before crashing down into a pile of embers, your body slams and rolls onto the firmly solid ground, an entirely new sensation compared with the freedom of the air. Your right arm bears the brunt of your fall. Pain explodes as you roll awkwardly onto your back and your arm feels out of place - either broken, dislocated or both, you’re not sure. 

Before you can fully register the vulnerability of your situation or gather your wits, a shadow falls over you. You try to wrench McLaggen’s dad’s wand from your pocket but it’s not there. It must have fallen out as you tumbled from the sky.

Cerys aims her wand directly at you. “Crucio!” 

The incantation cuts through the din of burning chaos around you and the curse hits a thousand times worse than a physical blow. The throbbing, useless dead weight of your arm becomes a drop in the ocean as pain like you’ve never experienced before pulls at your every nerve - like every fibre of your being is being torn apart inch by inch. You’re only vaguely aware of the noises you’re making - so raw and so desperate that you don’t even recognise your voice. Even your teeth feel like they’re being pulled from your gums by pliers as you scream. It's only the absence of blood in your mouth that convinces you they’re still intact as you stop screaming to clench your jaw against the unimaginable pain.

She keeps her wand on you as you arch your body in agony and think only of the sweet release of death. 

Then it stops suddenly. With immense effort you open your eyes to see Cerys admiring her handiwork, her face twisted in a sadistic grin. She raises her wand once more and you almost hope she ends it rather than putting you through the pain again. But you have to know why she’s getting so much pleasure from targeting you specifically.

“Cerys - wait -” You pant, lifting your head and pushing yourself up on your left elbow as your right pulses in agony. “All this because of what happened last summer? When McLaggen punched Flint?”

“Don’t make me laugh,” she huffs. “This is nothing to do with Marcus.”

“Then what? Cerys I don’t understand what I could have -“

“I told you in the Black Dragon. I left Hogwarts five years before you did. I’ve been trying out for professional Quidditch teams every summer and winter transfer window since. Five years of rejections. Five years playing in the amateur league and working stupid temp jobs in my father’s department at the Ministry. Five years working for that arrogant, blood traitor Gregor McLaggen.”

She walks towards you pointing her wand and you scramble backwards with your good arm. You daren’t take your eyes off her as your fingers search the dry grass for the missing wand.

“But Cerys you - you made it. You got into the Holyhead Harpies… we both did.” The last three words are a plea, trying to appeal to some sense of reason within her, reminding her you were once teammates. For a brief, beautiful few hours after your tryouts together, you thought Cerys might have made a good friend. Until it all went so horribly wrong and she showed you who she really was.

“And do you have any idea how many tryouts I had to endure before I did? Then, when I finally get my shot, who else should swan into their first tryout and get signed? Not even as a Reserve Keeper. And you nearly took it from me. You almost saved every shot but I got two past you -“

“That’s my job! You think I’m not going to save something to make someone else look good at tryouts?”

“There’s an etiquette to these things. Something Mudbloods like you wouldn’t understand. It makes you look arrogant. Like your idiot boyfriend and his traitor father.”

“He’s not an idiot! And they’re not arrogant -“

She slashes her wand downwards and you twist to avoid it but her spell grazes your leg. You wince, feeling it leaving a fresh cut in your calf. You feel something hard sticking into your back. 

McLaggen’s dad’s wand.

“Over Quidditch, Cerys? You’d actually kill me over Quidditch?” A minute ago you were ready to die at her hand - to end the pain from the Cruciatus curse. But you’re not dying for this. Quidditch tryouts. Your lifelong dream feels childish as Cerys stands here and declares she’s ready to kill you over it. You slip your hand behind your back and wrap your fingers around your wand.

“This is about more than Quidditch,” Cerys retorts, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. “Being pure-blooded used to mean something. Connections. Opportunities. Marrying into a pure bloodline. And now you’ve been handed everything that should have been mine and you’re not even grateful for it.”

“Marriage?” Your disdainful laugh is involuntary but you’re pleased to see that it’s wounded her. “This isn’t about McLaggen, is it?” 

“McLaggen. Listen to yourself, calling him by his last name. You talk about him like he’s your pal rather than your boyfriend... Where is he, anyway?” Cerys glances over her shoulder, still keeping her wand pointed at you.

“He’s not here,” you make up wildly. “He’s still locked up under the Imperius curse.”

“The Daily Prophet might have bought Gregor McLaggen’s bullshit story but I saw you two in the Black Dragon and he wasn’t Imperiused. So where is he?”

“He’s not here!” you lie again, your heart thudding so frantically you’re sure she must actually see it betraying you, beating against your ribs.

“Liar. Crucio!”

Your whole body jerks again as the brutal curse takes over your senses once more, your wand jabbing uselessly into your back as you lose control of your fingers. With everything you have, you force yourself to think of Cormac. He must not have been able to crack the enchantment for the bludgers. But at least you’ve bought him enough time to get back to the castle.

“Where is he?!” Her question breaks the curse as your mind swims.

“Why - why do you care?” You ask and it’s only the taste of iron in your lips that makes you register that your face is bleeding. 

“The Dark Lord has promised he’ll reward those who are loyal to him. With the Mudbloods out of the way, we can return to the rightful order.” Cerys’s gaze is sharp. “I told you last summer, there are no decent men from pure-blood families left. So I’ve decided that when I’ve gotten rid of you, Cormac McLaggen will suffice.”

“He’d rather die,” you spit back, defiance burning through the pain.

Cerys smirks, her wand steady. “Maybe. But would he risk his family?” You blink up at her, trying to make sense of it all. “I can make sure the Dark Lord learns all about Gregor McLaggen's scheming to undermine him. Getting you out of Azkaban? Pretending his son was kidnapped and under the Imperius curse for all these months? Pure-blood or not, the McLaggens will be executed for being traitors. Unless I get what I want.” Cerys moves closer, amidst the chaos of the burning pitch, her silhouette outlined by the leaping flames that consume what remains of the once-pristine field. “So, where is your boyfriend? I’d hate for him to get hurt in the battle - I have plans for him.” 

“Cerys?” bellows Flint’s voice from beyond the flames separating you and Cerys from the rest of the pitch. She ignores him - keeping her wand fixed on you.

“What about Flint? Why don’t the two of you go off and have Death Eater babies?” you snarl, grimacing against the dull pain in your shoulder.

She shrugs. “I like them pretty - Crucio,” she says, with an almost lazy flick of her wand.

With every cell of your being screaming under the curse, you force your mind to McLaggen and somehow it lessens to pain. Of the two of you sharing a blanket on a tiny island in the middle of the vast loch, watching blue flames twinkle in a jar. You think of Cho, your fingers braiding her hair as you both sit on the window seat at the top of the lighthouse. Of Marietta, carefully transfiguring the bunch of wildflowers she collected in the garden into a beautiful wreath of sweetpeas, violets and her favourite forget-me-nots. You think about playing Exploding Snap with Carmichael and him leaping onto his chair in an ungracious, goofy victory dance. You think about Leanne transfiguing Carmichael’s chair into a yoga ball, sending him tumbling and making you laugh until your sides hurt. You think about Krum in the kitchen showing you how to make Bulagarian bansita and Davies interrupting to wind him up by insisting that they’re basically pumpkin pasties with cheese. You think about singing Happy Birthday to Katie at a surprise picnic in the garden and her joy when she sees Wood, Angelina and Alicia there too. 

You think about all of them. The memories help you endure, drawing out your own torture to keep Cerys occupied, to give them a fighting chance.

When the curse breaks again you squeeze your eyes shut tight, waiting for Cerys to cast the killing curse now she’s finished toying with you. You only dare to open your eyes when a scream is carried to you by the wind. 

In the distance somewhere you can hear a man crying out in pain and you hope against hope it’s not any of the others getting themselves hurt in an attempt to rescue you. The thought tightens the vice around your heart, even as you gasp for the air that pain had stolen.

A silhouette rises above the burning sky on a broom and suddenly the atmosphere changes. 

Cormac.

Cerys’s focus on you falters when there’s an almighty crunching of something smashing through wood. Her eyes widen as a bludger propels itself through the debris, flying directly towards the two of you. You grab McLaggen’s dad’s wand with your left hand and cast a shield charm around yourself but there’s no need. You’re not the target the bludger is looking for. 

With a dull thud of metal meeting a fleshy target, the bludger collides with Cerys directly in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her and sending her off her feet. Another bludger flies downwards and Cerys rolls herself out of the way in just enough time so that it sinks into the ground instead of into her chest. 

She gets to her feet and with all your might you push yourself up with your left arm, holding the wand in your practically useless right. 

The bludger in the ground shakes and throws itself towards Cerys, sinking into her ribs with a brutal crunch. She doubles over coughing up blood. She looks at you helplessly, blood dripping out of her mouth and down the front of her Death Eater robes, deepening them a darker shade of night. 

It’s awful. 

You know you should be relieved to see her being bludgeoned to death after she just tortured you. But after spending so much time in Seafarer’s Beacon with McLaggen and those idiotically noble Gryffindors, your heart pleads with you to show her some compassion. To be the bigger person. 

Wind rushes as you hear another bludger careering towards her.

“Protego!” you cry, pointing the shield between Cerys and the bludger, grimacing against the effort it’s causing you to even lift your broken arm.

And then a lot of things happen at once.

Cerys levels her wand at you.

You hear McLaggen shouting, “No!”

Your wand trembles under the strain of your pained grip.

She opens her mouth, “Avada Ke-”

McLaggen careers into you on his broom, knocking you aside and onto the ground. 

Your broken arm screams as you hit the ground once more.

The shield charm you were casting falters.

The bludger, unyielding and precise, smashes straight into Cerys’s face. The unforgivable curse dies on her lips, unspoken, as silence - a heavy, definitive silence - falls over the scene, punctuated only by the crackling of the flames that have witnessed the turn of fate. 

You and McLaggen sit in a heap on the ground. You don’t dare to bring yourself to look at the sickening sight only a few feet away. 

You know without looking that Cerys is dead but for some reason - closure perhaps - you need to ask, “Is she…”

And as if for good measure another bludger plummets from the sky towards her as if from nowhere. You yelp and shield your eyes. A thunk of the bludger meeting its target. The sound of liquid on dry grass.

“Dead. Yeah.” McLaggen says in a cold voice but when he tears his gaze away from Cerys his eyes are full of concern for you. “Are you alright? I heard… I heard you screaming.”

You nod but you’re not sure that you are alright. Images of Cerys standing over you, using the Cruciatus Curse on you, streak behind your eyelids every time you blink. Like a camera flash burned onto your retinas. “You did it. You worked out how to enchant the bludgers,” you say, looking out at the burning pitch in front of you, hoping for a change of subject from your own wellbeing.

“I’m sorry - I tried to do it faster. But when I heard you screaming…” He drags a hand down his face, smudging the black soot. “I panicked. And I think I overdid it. I didn’t think the bludgers would - would kill. I thought they’d just rough the Death Eaters up a bit. Cause them enough trouble ‘til I could get you out of there. I mean, Flint, Cerys and those two other Death Eaters, they’re - fuck -” He swallows. “They’re dead. It was grim. And I - I killed them.”

“They would have killed you without a second thought.”

He nods, not able to pull his eyes away from the flaming pitch.

You press on. “Flint tried to kill me. And you saw Cerys trying again. And what’s worse -”

“The Cruciatus curse?”

“Well, yes but -” 

McLaggen lets out a hollow sort of groan. “I’m sorry I wasn’t faster -”

“No, listen to me. Worse than the Cruciatus curse. After Cerys had killed me she was going to tell You-Know-Who she wanted to marry you after all of this was over.”

“That’s not worse than you enduring the Cruciatus curse,” says McLaggen. “Not to me.”

“I’d take a thousand Cruciatus curses than an entire lifetime spent in a forced marriage to a Death Eater.”

“Well, when you put it that way…” McLaggen trails off, utter disbelief etching his face.

“At first I thought she was just saying it to try and stick the knife in before she killed me. But then she started going on about pure bloodlines again like she did in the Black Dragon last year.”

McLaggen shakes his head. “She’s deluded... Was deluded.”

“Cormac -” Your left hand searches for his fingers and grips them tight. “I thought you’d be safe even if our side lost, because of your family name. But if what Cerys told me is true and we lose, the Muggleborns will be executed and the pure-bloods who resisted will be forced into Death Eater families.”

“Well, it’s like you said. We need to win or die trying.” McLaggen gets to his feet and extends his hand to lift you to yours. You take his with your left and wince as you get up. “Woah - what happened to your arm? Was that when I flew into you?”

“Well, it didn’t help.” You offer him a small smile despite the pulsing pain and inner turmoil. “But no - it was when I had to jump off my broom earlier.”

“Do you want me to fix it?”

“Can you?”

“I’ve never done it before. But I think if I can handle the bludgers, I can handle this. And I remember the spell from when you fixed my nose.”

You hesitate. Arms are trickier than noses. But if you go back to the castle with a broken wand arm then you’re worse than useless. “Yeah. Go on then.”

McLaggen places the tip of his wand against your upper arm. “Episkey.” You inhale sharply as you feel the bone snapping back into place. “You’ll probably need some Skele-gro after this is over,” he says, taking your arm in his hand to examine it. “Can you try using it?”

You flex your fingers, feeling the sensation returning to them and wave your borrowed wand again. “Thanks.”

You draw your gaze from your hand and up at McLaggen as you stand here, both covered in blood, soot and dirt. Even with his wild hair and his singed t-shirt, he’s a sight for sore eyes. In your darkest moments when Cerys was torturing you, even when you were facing death, all you could think about was him. 

But now you need to return to the castle and rejoin the battle. Keep fighting. Face death who knows how many more times.

You both jump with a start when a voice rings through the air, as clearly as if the speaker were directly behind you.

“You have fought,” says the amplified high, cold voice, “valiantly. Lord Voldemort knows how to value bravery. Yet you have sustained heavy losses. If you continue to resist me, you will all die, one by one. I do not wish this to happen. Every drop of magical blood spilled is a loss and a waste. Lord Voldemort is merciful. I command my forces to retreat immediately. You have one hour. Dispose of your dead with dignity. Treat your injured.”

Heavy losses. Dead. There are people in the castle who are dead.

You don’t want to think about who.

“I speak now, Harry Potter, directly to you. You have permitted your friends to die for you rather than face me yourself. I shall wait for one hour in the Forbidden Forest. If, at the end of that hour, you have not come to me, have not given yourself up, then battle recommences. This time, I shall enter the fray myself, Harry Potter, and I shall find you, and I shall punish every last man, woman, and child who has tried to conceal you from me. One hour.”

“We’ve got to move,” says McLaggen, before the ringing has even stopped in your ear, as he marches over to pick up his broom.

“But he said we’ve got an hour?”

“Yeah, and in about five minutes a hundred Death Eaters will be coming past here on their way to the Forbidden Forest.”

“Fuck.”

“Let’s go,” he says, climbing onto his borrowed school broom. 

You pick up your broom that Cerys had discarded. As you grip the familiar handle, your body breathes a sigh of relief. Like an extension of you had been temporarily missing. “I don’t know where yours is,” you say before kicking off into the air. “Maybe we could find it?” you suggest hopefully, peering down at the disastrous state of the pitch as the two of you ascend into the air.

“Doesn’t matter. We don’t have time,” says McLaggen. “And besides, it was already pretty burnt anyway,” he adds.

You smile weakly at his effort to bring some humour back to the situation but it’s short-lived. 

As the two of you turn West and fly back towards the castle, your stomach churns in anticipation of what awaits you back at Hogwarts.

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[michwritesstuff]

You’re Not So Bad (Harry Potter: Adrian Pucey)

THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG! never finished this the way i wanted to so i cut a bit out and kept it at this, might have another part but i’m not sure yet! hope you guys like it :)

summary: hufflepuff female reader (she/her) x adrian pucey He was a Slytherin. She was a muggle born Hufflepuff. What more can I say? (get it? like sk8r boi?) anyways…Y/N is a proud and talented member of the Hufflepuff quidditch team. After one too many coincident encounters with Slytherin’s Adrian Pucey, she realizes that maybe she was wrong in her initial judgement of him and his housemates. notes/warnings: mentions of blood word count: 1.9 k

Another year at Hogwarts meant another year of getting to take the Hogwarts Express. As a muggle born you never failed to be excited by the enchanting nature of the Wizarding World. If your parents weren’t too busy with work, they would have been dropping you off themselves. Much like you, your parents loved everything about the Wizarding World and cherished the times when you needed to go to Diagon Alley.

You thanked the cab driver as he pulled up outside of King’s Cross Station and walked to the back of the car, dragging your trunk out. As you continued along through the station, you walked at a steady pace until you had reached platform 9 ¾. As nonchalantly as possible you glanced from side to side before walking directly through the platform wall. The Hogwarts Express came into view, steam whistling from the front as families lined the platform. You pushed your way through, trying your best to avoid bumping into anyone. Finally, Cedric and his dad came into view.

“Hey Y/N!” he called out when he saw you.

“Hi Ced, how have you been?” you asked, pulling him into a hug.

“Good, you know...taking care of this old man,” he laughed as he patted his dad on the back.

You laughed along before turning to pull Cedric’s dad into a hug.

“Y/N my girl, how are you? How are your parents?” he asked.

“They’re doing good, wish they could be here of course,” you smiled.

“Well, I’ll be sure to send them some stuff from our garden and let them know I saw you and Ced off, how about that,” Amos stated.

You smiled at him warmly before thanking him one last time.

Grabbing your trunk you followed Cedric through the train, quickly glancing around the carriages in hope of finding an empty one or finding the rest of your friends. You stumbled along behind him, a carriage door sliding open as the two of you passed.

“Diggory,” a voice called out.

You and Cedric snapped your heads around, trying to place who had spoken. None other than Marcus Flint stepped out of the carriage. You glanced inside and saw two other Slytherin quidditch players who you recognized to be Adrian Pucey and Terrence Higgs whispering among themselves.

“Suppose your ready to lose to us again this year?” Flint taunted.

“Suppose your ready for me to fly circles around you again this year?” you replied, a smirk growing across your face as Flint’s smug look was replaced by a look of disdain.

You could hear Pucey and Higgs’ giggles increase at your statement. They knew it was true. The Slytherin team was strong and known for their unfair play, but Y/N Y/L/N was one of the best flyers at Hogwarts.

“You wish Y/L/N! Gonna wipe the pitch with you mudblood,” he threatened.

Your eyes widened at the ghastly use of such a word, your eyes quickly scanning Flint and the people behind him. Pucey and Higgs’ giggles long gone. Higgs quietly looked down at the floor of the compartment, trying his hardest not to make eye contact. Pucey however, stared right back at you. His eyes held something you couldn’t quite place, sadness? No, why would he be sad, he probably just pitied you.

Cedric’s hand found your shoulder and hurried you along the corridor of the train. Finding the carriage with the rest of your friends, Cedric ushered you in. As he retold the story bout the encounter with Flint they all gasped and looked offended and disgusted by Flint’s behavior.

“He’s an asshole, we knew this already,” you stated.

“I’m fine guys, promise,” you smiled weakly.

Truth was, you were fine. Flint’s aimless name calling didn’t concern you. You were proud of who you were and who your parents were, it didn’t matter. You were going to wipe the pitch with him this season AND continue to fly circles around him. The biggest thing on your mind had nothing to do with Flint, you were too concerned with Pucey. You couldn’t erase the look on his face from your memory.

That night all previous conversation about Flint had subsided as it was replaced by conversations about the summer break and upcoming term. From laughing and joking about the first years waiting to be sorted to complaining about having Herbology with the Slytherins.

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Classes were finally in full swing and the first quidditch game of the season was approaching this weekend. Unfortunately, you felt unprepared for both. Practices had been long and gruesome, and they left you with little free time for studying and getting work done. This meant hours spent in the library and sneaking into the kitchens where the house elves offered you coffee and various pastries to help you get through the long nights.

So here you were, sitting at a table with books open and sprawled out. Unused rolls of parchment lined up next to your spare quill and bottle of ink. You worked absentmindedly scrawling as much as you could about the effects of fresh mandrake juice on petrification. Ever since the incident with the Chamber of Secrets being reopened, Professor Sprout thought it useful understand the importance of utilizing the magical properties of specific plants, rather than just how to care for them. Rereading the same line for what felt like the hundredth time, your attention was interrupted by an unexpected voice.

“Room for one more?”

You looked up to find none other than Adrian Pucey to be the source of the voice, book bag hanging off his shoulder. He motioned to the seat across from you.

“Uhm, yeah let me just…” you trailed off as you attempted to gather and organize all your materials to your side of the table. Pucey lightly chuckled at your frazzled state. Sitting down and pulling his own parchment and books out, his eyes glanced over your materials.

“Working on the Herbology essay?” he asked, his eyes focused on his own parchment.

“Yeah, though I don’t know how much more I can possibly write, you?” you replied.

“Nah, I finished that the other day. My muggle studies essay on the other hand…” You glanced up to meet Adrian’s eyes at his statement, giving him a look that meant to explain.

“Mum loves plants, grew up with those bloody curlers’ and books about them,” he stated, referencing the mandrakes. You laughed at his comment, they were truly dreadful to work with.

“What’s your muggle studies essay about?” you asked curiously, eyes scanning to the top of his parchment which read Muggle Transportation.

“Have to write the about the importance of public transportation in muggle communities. Not really sure what to include, I wasn’t really paying attention these last few lessons.” You once again giggled at his explanation.

“Well then…if you help me with this herbology essay than I’ll help you with yours. Not sure if you know this, but I’m quite the muggle expert,” you mused.

“Deal,” Adrian replied, a warm smile growing on his face.

The two of you spent the next hour working on your essays and making small talk, just getting to know each other.

“Ughh I don’t think I can ever write another essay again,” you exclaimed dramatically, throwing your quill across the table in the process.

Adrian laughed as he watched you pack all your things. While you gave him some background information and personal experiences about public transportation in your own community, he didn’t write much.

You continued packing until everything had found it’s place in your book bag. You stood up placing your bag on your back.

“You coming?” you asked.

Adrian looked up, eyes meeting yours. He was clearly confused as to what you meant, and to be honest, you weren’t entirely sure why you were inviting him to your secret place. There was something about Adrian, he was kind, welcoming, exciting, and most of all he felt familiar. He was easy to get along with, and from the small amount of conversation you had with him already, he was funny.

He packed his book bag and followed you out into the corridor.

“Where are you taking me Y/L/N?”

“It’s a secret, now keep up Pucey.”

He continued to follow you down a staircase and through a corridor. When you had finally reached the entrance of the kitchen you urged Adrian forward. He stared at you blankly, confused as ever. You took a step forward, now standing shoulder to shoulder with him. Reaching your hand up you tickled the pear in the middle of the portrait. The portrait swung open and revealed a warmly lit large kitchen with pots and pans draping the ceiling.

“Wow,” Adrian breathed out.

The two of you were immediately with welcoming and friendly house elves singing a chorus of “Welcome back Ms. Y/L/N” and “So good to see you Ms. Y/L/N.”

“Welcome to the Hogwarts kitchen Pucey,” you stated.

You thanked Winky as she handed you a warm mug of pumpkin juice and a chocolate chip muffin. Setting your stuff on the counter, you did your best to split the muffin into two equal halves. You handed a half to Adrian who greeted you with a warm smile of thanks.

“This is incredible Y/N,” Adrian mumbled out, his mouth still full with his half of the muffin.

With a wide-eyed gaze Adrian moved through the kitchen like a kid in the candy store, or similar to you at Honeydukes on a weekend trip to Hogsmeade.

“It’s pretty great. I come here during late night study sessions, if I’ve had a shitty day and I’m and feeling stressed, or if I’m just absolutely craving something when I’m in my dorm. The Hufflepuff common room is just around the corner,” you explained.

“And tonight?” Adrian asked.

“Late night study session…and stressed,” you answered chuckling before trailing off at the end.

“About what?” he asked.

“Well school for starters, and this upcoming quidditch match against Gryffindor. I mean we have a strong team and have worked hard at all are practices, but their seeker…I mean Harry is amazing. And I…I need to play phenomenally.”

“Y/N, you’re one of the most amazing flyers I know. The entire school knows this. You truly do fly circles around everyone, not just Flint,” he laughed, his tone reassuring and positive.

You recounted on the day you had first really noticed Adrian Pucey. Unfortunately, it wasn’t one of your fondest memories of Hogwarts. Your parents were too busy with work to see you off and Flint had called you a mudblood. You were distracted from your thoughts when you heard Adrian’s voice.

“I’m sorry about that Y/N,” he stated rather shamefully

“You know, about that day on the train…” he continued.

“Oh uhm yeah, don’t worry about it. It’s not like you said anything. Besides, I know Flint’s just insecure about being outflown by a girl.” Adrian laughed at your statement.

“True…but still, you didn’t deserve that. That term is outdated and inappropriate, and it shouldn’t matter how you got here. You deserve to be here,” he finished.

You smiled widely at him, surprised and touched by his genuineness. Looking at the clock you realized that it was getting late, and with a mandatory team practice before breakfast, you could use all the sleep you could get.

“Uhm I should—I should get going. It’s getting late,” you stated.

“Uh yeah, thanks Y/N, you know…for showing me your secret spot.”

“Anytime Pucey.”

You followed Adrian back out of the portrait, giggling to yourself as he tripped over his own feet trying to do a cool spin. He stumbled a bit before shaking his head in embarrassment, his own laugh roaring from his chest.

“Bloody hell…I’ll catch you later Y/L/N”

“Yeah, later…” you smiled to yourself. You don’t know what it was about him, but Adrian Pucey continued to have an unexplainable effect on you.

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[l-lenny]

Dumb Krum… I love you too!

REUPLOAD-longer ver.

Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Durmstrang! Reader

Tw: reader is swearing, cliffhanger?

Pt 7/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

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For the rest of the lesson you felt uneasy. Viktor ignoring you was hurting you more than anything. For the rest of the class you tried to talk to him but we’re stopped by either McGonagal or Vik. Right after you left the class you got mad “Stop ignoring me!” You pushed him aside. “I am not ignoring you.” He said sternly. “Yes you are!” He looked at you and admitted “I feel like ve are falling apart .. more so since you hang around that ginger” he said and looked in your eyes. You gasped “how can you say that?!” You loved him! But you also love your friends. He never reacted like this when you were talking with Dolian, Artie or any other of your friends. And what about him and Hermione? You werent stupid. “You are the one and only-“ I love. If it was just so easy to say it. “-the one and only…who will truly know me and understand me.” You said with small smile. Was it a sad smile? Was it a pitiful smile? You weren’t even sure. Your feelings are harder to ignore more and more each day. Viktors eyes sparkled as he looked at your face. “You are truly so amazing!” He said and hugged you. Wishing for time to stop just so you could be in his embrace a little while longer or better yet forever you both parted. The rest of the day continued as it should. Well that is what you thought-

Getting out of DADA the infamous Weasley twins went to their next lesson. Both of them in a hurry because they wanted to be sat in the back of the class for professors Bins trash lesson. For obvious reason of really important nap. Rushing through corridors they turned left just for the twins to see both you and Viktor hug so affectionately. Something in Fred stopped and broke. Seeing someone so delicate, yet feisty, beautiful yet dangerous and kind with some other bloke made his blood boil. George noticing his twin stopped he pulled him back to reality and they continued to professor Bins. “Mate you fancy her.” Said George mater-of-factly. “Nah I think it’s just crush. She is older than me, she is in another school, she is a champion, she is a bloody Malfoy and she fancy Krum it’s obvious I don’t stand a chance” he sighed. “I know I am the more handsome twin but you look good too, I bet she is at least crushing on ya! She asked you to the bloody ball! You are the champion’s plus one! And you were the one whom she retrieved from the bottom of the lake.” Fred smiled at his brothers words. His twin was right. He can’t loose hope now! And for the small chance of hope to be with her he is willing to fight.

After your last lesson of the day you were crossing the courtyard and was stopped by your brother. He was fuming. Getting on your nerves with his yapping about Weasleys. “Draco! Shut it!” You spun to face him. “All I am saying is that your decision to like him is stupid-“ he continued “-you have so much more potential to go for someone better!” You bring out your wand just to glue his lips together. “I hate you!” You said, tears started to spill. Was is so hard that for just one day to have peace and quiet? Not to mention that your emotions were running wild today. “Stop getting into things that don’t concern you! You don’t have slightest idea what happened to you but I hate this version of you” you undid the spell and walked away. Draco was stunned looking at your direction.

In rage you marched to your room when some slytherin guy stopped you. “Hey beauty!” You looked at him already annoyed. In your eyes he was more sleazy than nice or charming. Sly smirk plastered on his face. “The name is Marcus…Marcus Flint! And I know you will have great time with me on the Yule ball” he said confidently. “So I will be taking you to it as your date yeah?” He arrogantly continued. But in that moment you started laughing historically. This just gave you an opportunity to say to whole school you have a date to the ball. “With you?” You started to say. “Hate to break it to you-“ you said sarcastically “-but you’re as charming as a sleazy snail could be, not to mention you didn’t even asked! You dare to order me around? I already have better date, more handsome, charming and has manner!” He looked stunned, but then his face turned red. “You stupid bitch! How dare you-“ you slapped him. You slapped him so hard he fell to the floor. “Do. Not. Ever. Call. Me. That!” You spit out. “I could lit your pants on fire just for the fun of it” you whispered to him in a mean teasing voice. “And I would have a nice laugh out of it. I would paralyse you just so you could be without your bloody manhood. I would be praised as a hero and would be doing a favour to any girl who would be unfortunate enough to see your small length. Do not be this stupid next time you open your mouth and learn some manners.”

You left the scene where many students were watching it unfold. Well it was your intention at least until- “ehm ehm” was heard from your left. And there he was. Professor Snape and his hateful glare. “Striking another student I see… that is not a behaviour I expect from miss champion…see me at detention tonight after dinner.” He said sternly and left. Oh my Merlin you trought. This is super bad.

You never had detention! You always escaped with slight slap on the hand nothing more. You were so enraged. Fleeing to Astronomy tower, wanting to be left alone, you looked up at the sky. Memories of Fred folding in as you looked around. Your anger calming. “Maybe I shouldn’t have come to this bloody school…” everything would be more simple. You thought to yourself. No annoying boys or brothers, no stupid feelings towards Vik and no howlers from your parents. Your mind started to feel heavy from all the stress. “Y/n?” chaos in your head got louder. “Y/n.” Your mind screaming and spinning these thoughts around making you feel uneasy. “Y/n!” You spun around to see Viktor. “V-Viktor?” Must you blabber like that? You look pathetic. “Are you alright? I heard from Hermioni-ni about your ehm… suitor” he looked unsurely at you. Ah, those eyes. You could loose yourself in them. “Well, yeah…” you sighed “and I got detention for it” you admitted and told him about the situation . First he laughed and then he said “But that’s so unfair. Detention for something that he deserves? Hermioni-ni told me he vas a jerk” the nickname stung for some reason. “Thank you for checking in on me, you are a great…friend” you said and came closer. “Of course” he smiled. Suddenly his hand came up. Him tucking your hair behind your ear made your blood to rush to your cheeks. Looking him in the eyes you were suddenly in much better mood. Inching closer and closer you wanted to close your eyes and make this gap between your lips disappear. Slowly his scent intoxicated your mind and closing your eyes you inched closer. Heart beating fast as if you were running a marathon.

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[maarriiii]

Victory | Draco Malfoy

A/N: A repost of my old fic that got deleted—thank god for copies. I didn’t bother to check this for mistakes my eyes are too tired.

Summary: Draco manages to convince his cousin to be a substitute chaser for an upcoming Quidditch game.

Pairing(s): Draco Malfoy x female!reader, Draco Malfoy x cousin!reader.

Warning(s): None

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"Draco Malfoy!" y/n marched into the Slytherin common room, annoyance painted across her face as she looked for her cousin. "You absolute babbling git." The platinum blonde haired boy widened his eyes at the sight of his furious cousin. He closed his book hurriedly, stood up from the comfortable armchair and darted towards his dormitory. Unfortunately, for Draco, y/n already had her wand out and pointed at him.

"Not so fast, Malfoy." Draco hovered slightly above the ground and completely frozen. With a sharp turn, y/n threateningly gazed at the occupants of the common room and wordlessly they all stood and dispersed. Some into their rooms whilst others walked out of the common room.

Once it was just the two of them, y/n let her cousin down. His body tensed, but relaxed afterwards. The annoyed expression on her face was still apparent—in fact it grew scarier—and Draco gulped nervously as he tried to prepare for her incoming wrath.

"Why would you tell Flint that I could be a replacement for one of his chasers? That bloke doesn't even know that I can ride a broom." Moments earlier, in potion class to be exact, Marcus Flint was found seating at her table instead of her usual partner. She found it strange and thought that the Slytherin quidditch captain might have some ulterior motive. She was, in fact, correct.

y/n was told that one of his chasers was banned from playing until further notice by professor Snape himself. With the upcoming game between Slytherin and Gryffindor in two weeks time, Flint had been pressuring his teammates into finding a decent replacement and none had been giving him the results that he wanted. Until Draco told him about y/n.

"Flint had been following me all day, uttering complete nonsense about how I would bring so much disappointment to our house if I don't play that stupid game." Her voice getting louder as she spoke. "Do you know how mother and father would react if they found out? I would never hear the bloody end of it." Seeing as y/n was young witch coming from a pureblood family, the pressure to uphold her reputation was always breathing down her neck. Playing quidditch was seen unladylike for most pureblood family and although—if she had to admit—y/n found quidditch to be exhilarating, she rather not faced her mother constant nagging.

Draco stood unmoved in front of her as he took in every single word. Some paintings were watching intently, excited having something to gossip about later and some walked out feeling disturbed. Draco knew the moment he suggested y/n to Flint was going to be a bad idea, but he knew the way to victory was with his cousin.

"Of course, I do." He answered. "But, come on, y/n. We haven't won the quidditch cup in years. Don't you just want to shut those prat up by shoving that cup right in front their faces?" His face showing a clear disgust for the Gryffindors. When Draco saw that y/n wasn't persuaded by the thought of victory, he decided to switch his tactic. "Fine, then, just do it for me. Just once and you'll never have to play again. Come on, y/n, you'd do it for me right? For your dear cousin?" He begged, putting the most sincerest expression he can mustered.

y/n sighed and cursed herself for weakening at his cousin's words. Draco was always her soft spot and although he could be an annoying little prat, he was the only family members she had left that wasn't as horrid. "You're my only cousin." She muttered. "Alright, fine, tell Flint I'll play that stupid game. But, I want a new broom. Not one of those old ones the school has, but the–" Before y/n could finish her list of demands, Draco's arms were wrapped around her body. Her arms hung weirdly by her side before she returned the hug. The frustration she was feeling for her cousin was no longer there, instead a small smile appeared on her lips.

Draco let himself go and cleared his throat trying to act like he didn't just willingly hug her. "Right, um, I'll tell him you said that. I'm sure he could get you a new one." He said stiffly. Her smile turned wider and y/n ruffled his always well kept hair. Draco tried to get away from her hands, his usual scowl returned and the rolling of his eyes. But, he couldn't helped but to let the corner of his lips quirked up.

"I'll come to practice tomorrow. During one of his many rants, Flint told me he's been making you practice everyday." She rolled her eyes. "Oh, and tell him to stop following me around now before I lose my patience and hex him on the spot." y/n walked past Draco and straight towards her dormitory after she patted him on his cheek. "I'll see you tomorrow ferret." She yelled out.

Once he was sure that y/n wouldn't see him, the platinum haired boy cheered silently and pumping his fists in the air. He took his bag and left the common room excitedly to find his captain. Draco could already feel the sweet victory on the tips of his fingers.

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[onceuponaoneshotfanfic]

Around the Corner (Part 5)

The Ravenclaw-Slytherin quidditch game has arrived, and Ravenclaw finds itself an unlikely fan.

Oliver Wood x Ravenclaw!Reader

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Part 4

AN: It has been way too long since I’ve added to this series! Glad to be back x

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“You feel ready for today?”

Oliver Wood planted himself on the bench next to me as I helped myself to some eggs for breakfast. It still felt unnatural to have Oliver act so friendly towards me, but I couldn’t deny the fuzzy feeling that grew in my chest when I turned to face him.

“Of course.” It was the truth; between our normal practice and our evening with Gryffindor, I knew that Ravenclaw was in great shape for our match. “You ready to throw me a party?” I teased, picking up my pumpkin juice.

A small laugh slipped past Oliver’s lips. “It’ll be a blast, I promise.” He paused, meeting my eyes for a long moment. “Hey, Y/N, I wanted to talk to you about-”

Something thudded against my back, causing me to spill juice on myself and Oliver. When I whipped around, I caught a glimpse of Marcus Flint and another Slytherin boy high-fiving and snickering. Blood rushed to my face as I jumped up, Oliver right on my heels.

“Oi, Flint!”

Marcus stopped and turned, his smirk widening when he caught sight of me. “L/N, is that any way for a captain to present herself?” With a sneer he gestured to the juice on my Quidditch robes. “I’d ask if you agreed Wood, but it looks like you had a little accident yourself.”

Before I could retort (or, more likely, throw a punch), Oliver put himself between Flint and me. “You must be scared,” he scoffed in the low, mocking voice he usually reserved for our arguments. “You know Y/N’s going to beat you, so you have to resort to pitiful moves like this to feel better about yourself. Pathetic.” He nodded towards the doors of the Great Hall. “Go on. Go get ready to get your arse handed to you.”

“Look at Wood, defending his little girlfriend,” was all Flint managed to mutter before skulking out of the Great Hall, shaking his head.

I ignored the warmth on my cheeks as Oliver turned back to me; I knew the flush was no longer from my anger at Marcus. “Hey, you didn’t have to do that,” I said, hoping I wasn’t coming across as ungrateful.

Thankfully, Oliver punched my arm playfully. “I already told you, no one gets to treat you like rubbish ‘cept me.” He smiled down at me for a moment.

I couldn’t help returning his smile before clearing my throat. “Guess we should clean ourselves up, eh?” I picked up my wand and pointed at Oliver. “Scourgify,” I muttered, then repeated the process on myself. “So, you wanted to tell me something?” I met Oliver’s golden eyes once more.

“Er…” Oliver shifted his weight. Behind his eyes I could see him thinking, calculating. “Just wanted to make sure you’re saving a dance for me tonight.” Another friendly punch landed on my arm. “You know, captain thanking captain for the party?”

My cheeks grew warm again. “Sure,” I blurted, a bit too quickly. “Well, guess I better go. Not gonna be much of a party if we don’t win.” Not quite knowing what came over me, I touched Oliver’s arm before turning away. “See you in the stands,” I called over my shoulder.

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“You’re such a good boyfriend, rooting for your girl in her quidditch game.” Percy smirked as he and Oliver made their way through the blue-clad crowd. “Sitting in the Ravenclaw section, you must be in love.”

Blushing, Oliver socked Percy in the shoulder, definitely harder than when he’d teased Y/N that morning. “You wanted to sit in the Ravenclaw stands, you git. You said you wanted to sit with Penelope.”

Percy rubbed his shoulder gingerly. “You could’ve said no,” he muttered.

The two found Penelope and Maggie and planted themselves behind the Ravenclaw girls. Oliver ignored the surprised expressions on both girls’ faces when they saw him sitting in their section. Instead, he turned his eyes down towards the pitch, where both teams were walking in, carrying their brooms. Always prepared for a quidditch game, Oliver lifted his omnioculars to his eyes, scanning the train of blue-clad players entering the stadium.

There she was, hair pulled into a tight ponytail, broom over her shoulder, talking intensely to one of the Ravenclaw beaters. Oliver felt his face grow warm as he took in the bold, determined expression on her face, eyes firey yet simultaneously playful; how had he ever hated her?

The beater said something to her, and Oliver saw her crack a smile. Oliver’s heart skipped a beat as he wondered about how he could make Y/N laugh and smile. Merlin’s beard, he had it bad.

“See anything you like?” Percy hummed, nudging Oliver.

Oliver glared at his friend, nodding towards Penelope and Maggie, who were busy cheering Y/N’s name. The last thing he needed was Y/N’s friends catching wind of his change of heart before he could figure out what he was doing.

He turned his attention back to his omnioculars, watching the Ravenclaw and Slytherin teams take to the air. He felt his mouth curl into a grin as he watched Y/N settle into position, ready for the match to start. She looked around her as she waited, a searching look on her face. Oliver’s heart jumped into his throat when she looked in his direction and smiled.

She’s smiling at Maggie and Pen, he told himself. Still, he couldn’t help the grin that grew on his face as his omnioculars followed Y/N around the pitch.

~

“Great game!”

“See you up at the party!”

I waved at my teammates as they began making their way out of the locker rooms, heading up to the castle after cleaning up. I turned my attention to my locker, where Maggie had promised to leave me an outfit for the Gryffindors’ party. To my surprise, instead of my usual jeans and a sweater, Maggie had tucked a short dress into my duffel bag. With a huff, I tugged it on, a tad annoyed at myself for not seeing something like this coming.

Next time, I promised myself, ask Penelope to pack your post-game outfit.

After muttering a quick spell to dry my hair, I checked my reflection in a mirror. Quite a bit dressier than I would have chosen, but I couldn’t deny that I looked great. Maybe my pen pal would be at the party, I realized with a blush. He knew what I looked like now; maybe he would approach me and finally introduce himself.

My mind wandered for a brief moment to Oliver Wood; he’d been so weirdy nice to me lately. It was nice, sure, but it felt so strange after years of being at each other’s throats. But there was something exhilarating about the way he smiled at me, and I couldn’t deny the all-but-literal sparks when we touched….

But my mind just as quickly went back to my pen pal, to all those beautiful letters, to the fact that this guy read Jane Austen for me, and I couldn’t help but wonder- would Oliver Wood ever do something like that?

Part 6!

#oliver wood #oliver wood fanfic #oliver wood x reader #oliver wood fanfiction #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction

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it just sort of... happened | part 5.

Summary: After Hogwarts is turned upside down after Harry Potter started attending, a new normal DADA professor seems like a Godsend.  

Warnings for the Series: age gap age gap age gap (however reader is of age because anything under deserves jail time no exceptions). student-teacher relationship. slow burn because obviously. smut at some point. honestly nothing else. forbidden love trope BUT ONCE AGAIN of age reader

Pairing: remus lupin x reader eventually, professor!remus x student!reader

Word Count: 6.3k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

Three Broomsticks became a new grading spot for you and Lupin. It wasn’t ideal for super hard exams but it was fine for easier homework. While he tended to stick to his whiskey, Remus had no problem recommending the different drinks for you. Elf-made wine and butterbeer with an extra shot was your favorite so far.

“How do you sit through some of these?” You laughed as you marked someone’s paper with a D.

“You never graded a paper by Marcus Flint. Although your last paper wasn’t that good if I remember.”

“Give me a break, Moony, I still got an A.”

“Which I’ve never given you before. If the workload is too much, I can take some stuff ba—”

“No!” You yelled a bit too loud thanks to the alcohol, ducking your head when other patrons looked over. “No, sorry, the work is fine. I just… read the wrong chapter.”

“I’m sorry, what? You’re mumbling.”

“I read the wrong chapter. I don’t know. I ended up writing down chapter fourteen instead of eleven and didn’t realize it until we were already in class.”

“Okay,” Lupin took your glass. “No more drinking for you.”

“I wasn’t tipsy, just wasn’t paying enough attention.”

Remus gave you a look but slid your drink back over to you. He finished the essay in front of him before looking out the window with a sigh. It was time for him to retire to his office before the full moon came out. He thanked you again for making the wolfsbane— no matter how much he tried, it wasn’t a potion he had any proficiency in brewing.

“You will have to give me the play by play of the champion picking,” he said as he stood up.

“I’ll make sure it’s even better than Lee’s quidditch commentary.”

“Mmm, I don’t know if anyone can beat Mr. Jordan’s comments.”

With a final goodbye, you were left alone in Three Broomsticks to finish your lunch. It wasn’t like the moon was coming up right away but Remus took extra precautions to be locked up in his office a lot earlier than needed. You stop by tomorrow morning before your own classes to check on him and write his lesson plans on the board. It was a bit nerve-wracking. Because last month’s moon nights fell on the weekend, Remus was perfectly fine on Monday. Now, it was going to be three days during the actual week. You were taking over his afternoon classes because of it. He had perfect faith that you would do just fine but you weren’t so sure.

You tried to cast those thoughts aside as you made it to the Hufflepuff table for the Halloween dinner. Elbowing Cedric in the ribs, you were greeted by him with an absentminded kiss to the top of your head. If your eyes could roll any harder then they would.

“Will you stop making googly eyes at Cho if you aren’t actually going to ask her out. It’s starting to get embarrassing being seen with you.”

You heard a faint scoff escape his lips even though it seemed like he wasn’t paying attention to you. “I’m not… You know what, fuck you.”

“For telling the truth?”

“For being a pain in my ass. How was assistanting, did you see the grade I got?”

“EE.”

“I’ll take it.”

The two of you fell into a natural rhythm of conversation, occasionally bringing your other friends into it. The entire hall seemed alive, especially with the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students finding pockets of Hogwarts people to cling onto. The school had never felt properly full before and you were going to be kind of sad when the others had to go back at the end of the year.

The feast was cleared away and the goblet was rolled out. Everyone’s attention perked up for the main event. The blue flames shot up high, turning red as they did, until a single paper fluttered out.

“And the Durmstrang champion,” Dumbledore began to read out. “Viktor Krum.”

The roars from the tables couldn’t have been any louder. You couldn’t blame the man for standing up and reveling in the applause. You imagined for him that this must have been an exciting new challenge since he was already on top of the world as one of the best seekers alive. Fleur Delacour also enjoyed the applause when her name was announced. None of the tension could build up any more than when it was time for the Hogwarts champion to be announced.

“Cedric Diggory.”

You screamed in delight and threw your arms around his neck. Shouts of “Cedric” rang through the hall. Hufflepuff on a whole was the most enthusiastic. Your House was never seen as the coolest but now you got to boast the Hogwarts champion for the Triwizard Tournament. The hall quieted when the goblet seemed to come to life again. You watched Dumbledore’s face pale.

“Harry Potter.”

Your head immediately turned to stare at the young boy at the Gryffindor table. Harry seemed just as shocked as everyone else that his name was called. You weren’t sure if that brought you comfort or worry. Because if he was shocked and confused then how did his name get in the goblet?

Without another thought, you raced up to your office. There had to be something somewhere in one of the textbooks about legally binding magic with underage wizards. Your feet froze in place at seeing the large werewolf curled up on the office floor. Remus lifted his head passively. He tried to stay low to the ground as he backed himself into a corner of the office. You weren’t supposed to be here. What could have happened in the few hours he was away that would have you willingly entered his office? You weren’t scared of Lupin, you meant it. The nightmares had ended before school began. But his werewolf was a completely different thing.

“I-I n-n-need— Harry’s name. Goblet,” you stuttered out.

The werewolf’s ears perked up. Remus was of no use in his current form so he turned his back on you to try and make you more comfortable. He could hear all the noise behind him as you looked through textbook after textbook, finding nothing of use. You slammed the last book on Remus’ desk.

“Damn! It’s legal, it’s all legal, he has to compete… That kid’s gonna die.”

Dejected, you walked to Cedric’s room. He was still annoyed that The Chosen One had upstaged him but he understood after you explained that you didn’t think the boy did it on purpose. Cedric drew patterns on your back, lingering on the skin exposed by your pajama tank top. You rested your head in the crook of his neck and enjoyed the comfort. There was nothing you could really do for Harry so you couldn’t dwell on it.

“You know,” you murmured into Cedric’s neck. “You could definitely ask Cho out now that you’re a champion. You should do it after the first task.”

“What if I lose the first task?”

“Wait and see?”

“Alright, alright, yeah. If I place first or second then I’ll ask out Cho… Can you find out what she lik—”

“Her favorite flowers are daisies and pink roses. Don’t bring up unicorns because Roger Davies always took her on dates to a unicorn farm. Her favorite drink is frozen butterbeer even in winter, she loves the blueberry strudel especially from Madam Puddifoot’s. She doesn’t read a lot because she likes attending plays— muggle and wizard kind. She’s a Libra and she thinks her eyes are the prettiest so you better compliment those. Oh and her favorite animal is a hedgehog. Although Marcie says porcupines sometimes take the top spot every few months.”

“Did I mention I love you?”

“What would you do without me? You literally know nothing about women.”

“That’s not true.”

“Can you remember a single ex-girlfriend’s favorite flower?”

“Uhh… Well I can remember other things.”

“Sure you can.”

Cedric moved so you were forced to look him directly in the eyes.

“Your favorite flowers are tulips. You’re obsessed with American lemonade, your favorite book changes every time you read a new one and right now it’s that Gatsby book. You’re a Scorpio and you know your lips are the most attractive part of you. Your favorite animal is our child Bennett and nothing comes above that cat except for lambs. And your favorite color is sparkles because you can’t pick a favorite. See, I know everything about you.”

You pushed him over, making him the little spoon. “Ooh, one woman. You know everything about one woman who you’ve never even kissed, I’m so impressed.”

“I’d kick you out but I actually kind of like being the little spoon.”

A short, sharp laugh escaped your throat before you settled your head against his back.

While the Triwizard Tournament seemed like fun at first, you were starting to hate it. Reporters were everywhere. And one woman got on your nerves the most. You were thankful that Harry took class with Moody and not Remus because it was bad enough that the reporter tried to hang around the classroom to snap pictures of Cedric. It felt impossible to help Lupin and even harder to teach some classes yourself. It was even worse in Potions. Snape slammed the door in the woman’s face before returning to his lesson.

“I normally do this to entertain you all on Valentine’s Day but we are doing something special with the other schools so I’ve moved the lesson to the only free time available.”

Everyone got excited. The Amortentia gossip went around each year on Valentine’s Day. What people smelled and who those smells might belong to spread through the castle like wildfire. Unless you knew intimately what someone else seemed to always be around or have that scent, it was just gossip. You already had some guesses for your classmates.

The real question that everyone was already wondering about was if the Amortentia smell that Angelina said belonged to Fred or George. They were probably the only group of friends that got talked about more than you and Cedric. Only you knew for a fact that they liked each other. You jumped off of your stool and strolled to the front when it was your turn. Leaning your face over the cauldron, you took in a nice sniff.

“Broom cleaner, chlorine, and snow cone syrup.”

Cedric was up next. “Butterbeer, chlorine, and—”

You looked up to see your friend dying in hysterics.

“Sorry, sorry. Butterbeer, chlorine, and Bennett.”

Professor Snape’s eyebrows scrunched. “What is a Bennett?”

“My cat,” you said through laughter.

“Uh, our cat. He smells like muggle laundry soap.”

Fred leaned over the table behind you as Cedric started walking back. “Matching patronuses, now each other’s smells. Something you want to tell us?”

“You act like us loving each other is some big secret.”

Cedric laughed as he watched Fred miming strangling you. It didn’t take long for you and Cedric’s Amortentia to spread through the school. McGonagall and Remus looked at all the other teachers in satisfaction that they would win the bet. While Remus didn’t care to gossip about students in his first year, he did care in his second year. Plus, you were more his assistant than his student. It looked like he and Minnie would be getting that nice bottle of wine that was on the line. He didn’t say anything when you were studying in your shared office.

“Moony, how dangerous do you think the competition is going to be?”

“Harry will be fine.”

Remus watched you set your books down and start to pace. He ignored it at first until you refused to sit back down. The amused look on his face started to mix with a bit of concern. You didn’t seem like you would stop at any moment. Remus stood up and crossed the room to stand in front of you. He settled his hands on both of your shoulders and gently pushed you until you were walking backwards and forced to sit on his desk.

“Stop worrying. He’s a smart kid with smart friends.”

“You haven’t seen him in school as long as I have.”

“It’s nice you care a lot about him.”

“He’s like a little brother to me. I just can’t see him hurt, he already goes through so much.”

“He will be fine,” Remus tried to reassure you.

You kept trying to tell yourself that as you went down to the tent where the champions were before the first task. You practically threw yourself at Cedric when you found him. He patted your back, other hand resting on your waist.

“Don’t worry about me, it’s just… a dragon.”

His eyes shut in annoyance as you both heard the snap of a camera just as he kissed the top of your head. Rita Skeeter was literally the bane of your existence. You gave your friend one last hug before clambering into the stands to cheer him on. He wasn’t completely wrong but he wasn’t completely right to tell you not to worry. He grabbed his golden egg with no problem but had gotten hurt in the process. You had seen him hurt in quidditch plenty of times before and a few of those were worse than this injury. But any idea of a dragon worried you.

Cedric on the other hand was fairly satisfied as the golden egg that screamed whenever it was opened rested on top of his dresser. It was starting to seem like a Godsend that the next task was after the break because neither of you had any clue how to start solving the puzzle.

“What do you even think we’re doing in between the tasks?” Cedric asked as he came out of his bathroom, roughly drying his hair with a towel.

“Probably something to bring all the schools together. It’s actually been a lot of fun having them here. There’s a few Beauxbatons girls that study with us in the library.”

“Yeah, I actually trained a bit with Krum. His workout is insane.” He settled in next to you, under the blanket.

You cuddled into his side with a sigh. “I’m going to miss this when you ask out Cho. Lucky you still get someone to cuddle with.”

“You’ve got Bennett.”

“Oh, please, we both know he likes you better.”

“I’m sure we’ll find you a new cuddle partner in no time.”

You hummed in agreement before closing your eyes to find sleep. In the morning, you found out exactly what was happening between the tasks. The entirety of Hufflepuffs year four through seven was gathered into some room on one of the abandoned floors. Professor Sprout announced with a lot of delight that there was a Yule Ball. Mixes of despair and excitement echoed throughout the room. On one hand, the prospect of a ball was exciting. On the other hand, the idea of getting a date was a nightmare.

There was an unspoken agreement that since this wasn’t explicitly a girls-ask-guys dance, none of the girls really wanted to ask. Which meant the fear of either not being chosen for a date or the fear of having to put on big girl panties and be the one to ask which might actually be more embarrassing if you become the only one who has to do that. You leaned over to whisper in Cedric’s ear.

“Perfect time to ask her. Then ask her out at the end of the night.”

“Just what I was thinking.”

With his Yule Ball date squared away, the only question was your date. It was something that you had ignored earlier in the year but now it kind of crept back up in your mind. Cedric still got a lot of attention this year. You noticed that yours had dropped, not just significantly, but to zero. The scars on your arm had healed. Everything else hadn’t.

You didn’t want to say that they were the reason for the sudden lack of interest but it felt like they were. The one on your face just stuck out no matter what. You tried not to look at it in mirrors and just live as if they didn’t exist. But now it was hard to ignore.

You were starting to worry that your fears were correct the closer the date of the ball came. Cedric asked Cho who obviously said yes. Lots of guys had asked other girls out. All of your roommates were asked out by Durmstrang or Beauxbatons boys except for Aggie who was going with her girlfriend. With the thought that you might be dateless, you started thinking about how to make the best dress possible. Your legs were thrown over the armchair in the office as you flipped through muggle and wizard catalogs for a dress.

“What about this one? Minnie thought it was nice.” You held up a muggle prom dress catalog.

Remus was surprised that he was even entertaining you but it was better than seeing you mope about a lack of date. He had a sneaking suspicion that he was the reason why even if you tried to act like the scars either weren’t there or weren’t caused by him.

“What about the blue one in that other book that you were looking at?”

“I heard that Hannah Abbott bought that dress which means absolutely not.”

“No?”

“Moony, I’m not getting a date so this dress not only needs to be fabulous but needs to be completely unique.”

“You might still get a date.”

“There’s a very limited pool of sixth and seventh year men that are into women. The fifth years are all too intimidated to ask out someone older and the fourth years are like babies to me. I mean I’d go if one of them was brave enough to ask but everyone knows after balls are after parties and that’s the real in—”

“Ah! Ah, ah, ah, don’t want to hear it. Do not want to hear about any of that. Just keep showing me dresses.”

You chuckled and held up another one. McGonagall didn’t mind knowing all the tea about students that you had to give. Remus definitely still cared about not needing to hear everything. You dog-eared a bunch of pages with dresses that might be the perfect option. Remus gave you a fake smile when you announced that your picking of dresses was nowhere near over.

He wasn’t sure when he got roped into such a task. You weren’t sure either considering you didn’t actually think he could dress. But you just valued his opinion, wanting to hear it even if you weren’t going to use it. So even if he picked the ugliest dress imaginable, you would still dog-ear the page despite no intention to buy it.

You showed some of the dresses that you and Remus picked to Cedric and your roommates during Study Hall. As long as you weren’t talking too loudly, Snape didn’t seem to care that none of you were doing work. He only strolled over once to see if you were grading any of his Slytherins and to double check that Remus didn’t give you any of your friends’ papers.

You blinked in surprise when a crumpled up ball of parchment paper hit you in the face. The paper landed pathetically on your dress catalog. You opened it in confusion when you saw nothing written down. The moment your eyes looked up, you found a bunch of Gryffindors staring at you intently. Your favorite little fourth years were staring intensely. You seemed to catch on when you caught Ron’s eyes flitting from you to George constantly. You rested your chin on your hand and tilted your head as you looked at George. The goofy charades to ask you to the ball were hard not to laugh at.

Even if he wasn’t your friend, you would have nodded your head yes in an instant. Having a date made you instantly perk up. Cedric gave a wink to George in thanks and appreciation. He would have asked you, even if that meant not going with Cho, but he knew that would make you feel worse. In the end, you had a lovely date, and most importantly a sparkly dress that made all of your roommates gasp.

“Alright, let’s go.”

You met Cho and her friends who were waiting at the barrels outside your common room to be let in. She followed you, Beatrice, Magnolia, Aggie, and her girlfriend straight to Cedric’s room. You leaned against the doorway.

“Wow, Mr. Diggory, looking dapper. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you clean up this nice for a girl before. Now, get out, please and thank you.”

“Excuse me?” He watched you usher all the girls in. “Wait, what is happening?”

“Remember I said we were using your room to get ready. Come on, you have a private bathroom, please. Girls, puppy dog faces. Please!”

“Fine, fine. I’m leaving.”

“Thank you!” You called as he walked away.

The privacy of Cedric’s room allowed you and the girls to enjoy getting ready. Steam rolled out of the shower as the prefect’s bathroom counter became covered in various makeup compacts. Cho and her friends seemed to enjoy talking with you and your roommates. You could see the Ravenclaw start to relax the more you all got ready together. This was nothing new to you but it was still nice to see her open up to you, especially body language wise. You and Cedric had a set routine of befriending or at least being friendly with each other’s future significant partners. It was to make them more comfortable with how close your relationship was. You felt it especially necessary after the Amortentia class.

“Turn that up,” you encouraged Cho when a song you liked that she chose came on.

Getting ready took significantly longer than it should have because none of you had the ability to only get dressed. You jumped with joy as you made your way to the Great Hall. Ever the gentleman, George offered an arm and escorted you into the ballroom. You gave Cedric a little wave before entering with the other students that weren’t champions.

The professors watched all the students enter the hall, most with dates. It was expected that a lot of the fourth years didn’t have dates but their attention was caught by the few sixth and seventh years that came with no one. You were one of the shockers. The first surprise was when they heard Mr. Diggory hadn’t asked you. The second was you saying yes to George. Remus snorted into his drink.

He remembered how you came back to the office shortly after being asked and after a brief visit to McGonagall. You were now adamant about having the best dress ever and wouldn’t let him rest until you had only three options to choose from. The dress you chose was your second favorite if he remembered correctly. No, it was your first favorite. Something about sparkles which if Remus was honest he didn’t understand at all. Sparkles weren’t a color so how could they be someone’s favorite? You were hesitant about it because it was strapless which meant the scars you could hide with the uniform would finally be seen.

He would always be sorry about the incident but Remus thought you had nothing to worry about. You were gorgeous with or without them. And your dress just enhanced that beauty as you smiled with your friends.

He was momentarily revolted with himself, eyes quickly averting. Whatever he was thinking surely couldn’t have been his true thoughts. He simply meant you looked as sweet and lovely as the other young women and girls at the ball. It was nice as a professor to see his students let go of the stress of school and doll themselves up to their desire simply to have fun and be happy. That was all he meant. That had to have been all he meant.

George was a great date. You kind of already knew that would be the case. He was one of your friends after all. The two of you were tearing up the dance floor with lots of laughter to accompany your moves. You were sure that you would have enjoyed the Yule Ball without a date but it was fun to dance to the slow songs instead of sitting awkwardly on the sides. It only got better when The Weird Sisters came out. Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons truly felt like one giant school with how much you all were having fun and mingling with each other.  

The more he found himself watching you, Remus realized he needed to leave. At least momentarily, just for some air. What he was thinking was so over the line that he couldn’t believe himself. His mind kept screaming at whatever part of his brain was still trying to argue that you were pretty.

She’s our student

And colleague

Absolutely not. I’m her professor

What? She’s an adult.

The fact that we even have to think that means we know there’s a problem. She hasn’t been an adult for terribly long

And?

And I am her professor!

It’s not like we knew her when she was a first year or even a fourth year, that would be wildly inappropriate.

That would? But not this?

Is our age really the problem?

What?

Is that or are we scared? We’ve always cut off our relationships because of our condition.

That can be discussed after we talk about the first problem. Y/N is no—

What if she likes us back? She hangs out in our office for much longer than necessary and likes going to the pub with us.

Oh, please, Remus. Pull yourself together!

He stumbled back a little when he saw you sitting on the ledge of one of the windowed archways. You jumped up abruptly to stand in front of him, seeming to block something from his sight.

“Moony! You look very dapper in the new robes. You should wear more dress robes in class.”

“Thank you, (Y/N). Your dress is very nice.”

“Thanks. How are you, shouldn’t you be having fun at the dance? Chaperoning and all th—”

“You should stop trying to lie, you’re shit at it.”

You deflated. “I’m not, you just caught me off guard ‘s all.”

Almost like he had forgotten about his entire mental argument, Remus moved to lean against the ledge that you had been previously sitting on. “What am I pretending not to notice?”

“I, nothi—”

“Y/N, I’ve seen that look on Sirius and James’ faces enough times to know trouble.”

“George is just going to the bathroom, so is Fred.”

“The bathroom right there or…”

“The bathrooms in Slytherin.”

Remus just sighed but left it at that. You watched him take a sip of his drink that was in all the flasks the professors had been holding. You were positive once you saw Professor Moody had passed them out and only the house-elves were refilling them that all the flasks contained alcohol. The real question was what type? Remus cocked an eyebrow as you made grabby hands at his flask. With a slight roll of his eyes, he took a final sip and passed it to you. You gave him a cheeky grin that for once he wished you didn’t aim in his direction. There was a reason he was your favorite staff member in all of Hogwarts— aside from Hagrid who let you go with him into the Forbidden Forest just to try and find unicorns.

But Remus was a close second, if not tied for first. He let you do what you wanted… as long as it wasn’t illegal. You suspected that he must have been the same way during his Hogwarts years with the other marauders. A breath hitched in your throat when you noticed his eyebrow still raised as he watched you put the flask to your lips. You weren’t sure why. He had done it plenty of times before, whether to you or other staff or other students.

It was just the atmosphere of the dance. It had to be. Of course the snow outside and all the fancy outfits painted Remus in a very romantic light. You internally gasped at the thought that came from nowhere and quickly drank some of the alcohol in the flask. Remus laughed when your face scrunched up and you handed the flask back.

“You could have warned me it was whiskey. I thought it was just some of the punch but spiked.”

“Sorry,” he responded rather apathetically as you moved to stand next to him. “How much longer are you on lookout?”

“Why?”

Remus scoffed. “Didn’t I just say I was going to act like I didn’t see anything. Minnie makes rounds in fifteen minutes, Karkaroff in twenty-five.”

“To make sure students don’t sneak away? Because I’ve already seen like four couples, you guys are doing a poor job.”

“More like letting you all think you’re getting away with your fun. It’s one dance, we’re more invested in making sure all the young students don’t sneak out or find any alcohol we know you all have on you.”

“Oh… well, George said it was kind of elaborate but they’ve been gone for a minute. They’ll probably be back in ten minutes or so.”

“It’s nice to see you enjoying yourself.”

“Mmm hmm, George has actually been a pretty nice date. I mean he’s my friend so of course it was nice but— I don’t know. Do you get what I mean, Moony?”

“He’s treating you as if it’s not just a friend date.”

“Yeah! It’s nice, especially since I thought I wouldn’t even have a date.”

“You didn’t actually believe that, did you?” Remus looked at you as you shrugged.

“I’m not an idiot. Part of the reason people think Ced and I are hot is because we’re confident, I haven’t exactly been that this year. I’m still getting used to seeing myself with this.” You gestured to the scars. “Most people think they’re ugly too. A date to this ball isn’t like the Halloween or Valentine’s dance. This is a vanity game.”

“They aren’t ugly.”

Your eyes widened. “Moony, I didn’t mean scars are ugly. I’m just— my—”

“Y/N, I didn’t think you were talking about all of them. It still doesn’t change my stance. Yours are fine, still delicate somehow. Nothing like mine.” He closed his eyes as your fingers touched one of the scars on his face.

“Yours are perfect. They don’t take away how handsome you are or how nice you are. They don’t mean anything, just a part of you.”

You looked at where his jaw clenched underneath your fingers. Even his side profile was handsome as he just breathed under your touch, his mouth in a hard line. It wouldn’t hurt if he smiled more. You loved his smile— the one that he always showed when you two were grading papers in Three Broomsticks. Without any thought, you reached up to kiss the scar that you had just been touching. The smile you liked slowly plastered itself on Remus’ face. He turned his head to look at you. His free hand gently traced your chin and turned your head a bit. He kissed the base of the scar on your face.

“Yours is a part of you too,” he murmured, lips still grazing your skin. “You’re still beautiful.”

Remus kissed the scar again before leaning down a little more to press a simple kiss to your lips. The lingering taste of the fruit punch was on your lips. Your hand reached up once again to rest against the side of his face, wanting to deepen the kiss. You had plenty of experiences snogging before but this one was different. There was extra experience with Remus. He wasn’t in a rush. You gasped a bit as his hand went to caress your waist, the sound making you both aware, pulling away with a vengeance.

Remus cleared his throat and looked away while you wiped at your lips as if that would get rid of what had just happened moments ago. He did the same when he found it in himself to move again. You two just looked at each other. Both of your mouths opened and closed, unsure of what to say or do.

“I’m going to go find George,” you said quietly.

Remus nodded. “You should go find George.”

As if summoned, the redhead and his twin appeared in the hallway. George started talking about the prank before suddenly shutting up at seeing Remus, trying to act as if he didn’t just admit to breaking into Slytherin with Fred. You pulled at his hand.

“I’m tired of the dance. My room?”

The twin blinked. “Wait, for real? You wan—”

“Just kiss me, George.”

“Gladly.”

A hand gripped your waist while another gripped the side of your face as his lips smashed against yours. Your fingers almost faltered at the smoothness of his skin, choosing to tangle in his robes instead. George laughed as Fred gagged and said to get a room. Remus, under the guise that he was pretending not to see what you were doing and wouldn’t punish any of you, put the flask back to his lips as he started to walk back to the hall. Fred followed behind him, while you and George went towards Hufflepuff.

Cedric came in many hours later, a bit surprised to see you in his room and completely changed out of your dance attire.

“Heard from Weasley number two that you left with George. I thought you’d be with him.”

“Is Cho with you?” You moved to look behind him.

“No, I walked her to Ravenclaw.”

“Oh, good, I need you right now.” You flopped back onto the bed. “I sent George back a little before you came in.”

Cedric nodded as he closed his door. He started taking off his robes to change into pajamas when he paused and looked at you with a scrunched up face.

“Was he in here? You did change the sheets af—”

“Oh, I didn’t fuck in your bed! And of course I would have changed the sheets.”

“Okay, then.” Cedric laid next to you, pulling you into his arms. “What’s up?”

“I kissed Professor Lupin… I snogged Professor Lupin.”

Your friend almost shot up. “You what?!”

“Don’t make me repeat it.”

“Did he force you becau—”

“No! No, it was nothing like that. I actually kissed him first.”

“Y/N.”

“I know, I know.”

“I mean,” Cedric started trying to rationalize. “Your parents have the same age gap. Your mum’s older than your dad by almost as much as Professor Lupin is you. I guess it’s not too bad?”

“You can say it. I snogged our professor like he was some seventh year boy because I’m an idiot.”

“Yeah, pretty much… Did he kiss back? Merlin, he kissed back! Did you like it?”

You looked up at Cedric before dropping your head on his chest with a groan. “I can’t like it.”

He patted your back. “Well, I will support whatever you do.”

“You will?”

“We’re both adults, as long as your choices aren’t hurting anyone, especially you, I’ll support you.”

Cedric was already playing his supporting role to perfection. He waited outside the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom despite it being the morning after the dance and everyone else was still asleep or waiting for the special breakfast. You stopped yourself from knocking on the door. You had never knocked before. Remus’ eyes passively looked up when his office door was opened before he shot to his feet when he noticed it was you.

“Y/N,” he stuttered out. “Um, do you want tea or are you here for the grading papers?”

“Both.”

“Good, both.”

You sat in the arm chair behind your desk, graciously accepting the tea. Remus went back to his own desk. The slurps between the two of you were obnoxiously loud. You still looked beautiful to him and he still looked handsome to you. Neither was willing to say anything, to break the tension. You both knew with one word that you would go into irreversible territory with dangerous consequences if the path is veered off of for even a moment. Remus set his cup down first.  

“Last night, what we did was…”

“Inappropriate.” You answered.

“Yes. I would like to apologize for even making an advance in your direction. That was recklessly out of line for me to do. I know our relations— work partnership makes things a bit different between us but I am still your professor so I’m sorry for kissing you.”

“I’m also sorry for encouraging it… I think maybe we shouldn’t have tea over the break.”

“That might be best.” Remus leaned over to take a box from his desk drawer. “Since we aren’t meeting for Christmas, I should give this to you now. It was just a present I prepared last month for my assistant.”

You pulled your own gift for him out of your bag. “I did the same, buy you a present last month.”

The two of you were careful not to brush fingers as you exchanged the gifts. Remus held up the little box.

“Thank you, Y/N. I’ll see you after the break.”

“I’ll get these papers graded and see you after winter break, Professor.”

Remus hung his head down to get back to work as you walked out of the office. Both of you tilted your head when out of each other’s company, wanting to go to the other and say something else. Instead, you both let the thoughts pass and continued on your day prepping to go home for the holidays.

(Part 6)

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[dracossweetie1331]

what is love

summary: your boyfriend telling you how love feels

draco x blind reader

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third person pov

It was a beautiful day, the sky was bright blue, the grass shiny green, even the black lake had a deferent type of aura around it.All the students of Hogwarts were enjoying the beautiful weather just looking at the scenery or admiring the water ripples. Everyone but one. Y/n y/l/n was inside her common room trying to study.

Tracing the brail script she was trying to memorise the happenings of the war of goblins. Yes, y/n y/l/n was special. She could not see but never in her life did she take it in a bad way. Her parents always supported her no matter what. That’s why even thought many said otherwise they enrolled her to the best magic school in Europe, where albums dumbledore was more than happy to take her in

of course a few years were hard for y/n. Taunts, insults a lot of things were passed to her, she found it a bit difficult to ignore them all. All of it changed when one day in their 3rd year a specific blonde boy beat up the quidditch captain Marcus flint when he tried to insult y/n. After that no one came near her in a negative way and the blonde boy and y/n became best friends. Soon after their friendship blossoming into something more love

I’m sure you can guess who this blonde boy is, of course it’s none other than

Draco malfoy

‘guess who’? you heard the oh so familiar voice whisper in you ear, an arm wrapped around your waist. I giggled ‘draco!’ He laughed and sat next to you. ‘What are you doing love?’ He asked. ‘I’m just trying to study’ he scoffed and said come on let’s go outside it’s a beautiful day. Even though you tried to refuse he picked you up and brought you outside. You couldn’t hear anyone’s voice so you figured he brought you somewhere lonely. You sat on what felt like grass and laid your head on his shoulder.

you had heard a lot of people saying what a beautiful day it is, you wanted to know. You whispered ‘dray can you please tell me what it looks like right now’ draco looked at you he remembered the first time you had asked something like that, you had asked what you looked like, ‘ like moon has given a boon to earth sending you with your beauty’ that’s what he had said, ‘of course darling, I’ll tell you.right now in front of me I can see brown mountains with patches of green on them it looks very majestic, between these mountain a lake flows just as smooth like your hair *he said taking a strand of your hair in is hands* on the banks there are flowers, of every colour you can think of. Above me there’s the sky. Sooo blue it looks beautiful, but even more beautiful than all this is to my right, a girl, she’s very beautiful I could stare at her all day and never get tired she’s the elixir of my life. Unfortunately she can’t see how beautiful she is. But I will forever remind her that how she looks in my eyes.’ You smile, nobody ever expected draco to be so soft, but he was softer than a feather for you ‘dray one more thing, what does love look like?’

he smiles ‘love looks like when 2 lovers are next to each other the world doesn’t exist, it’s the rage in their body when someone else hurts them, it’s the happiness when they meet after a long time, it’s the satisfaction when their lover is happy, love looks like the moon in the night. Even though it’s all dark it still shines’. ‘I think I love you dray’ you say, he chuckles ‘ you think?, I know I love you y/n’ he pulls you in for a sweet kiss and whispers

‘ I’ll always be the moon in your night y/n, always.

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[dracomalfoy7]

The Other Half | II

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader Fling!Marco Flint x Slytherin!Reader Harry Potter x Sister!Reader

Summary: Harry Potter's twin sister y/n Potter transfers to Hogwarts during the third year. With Harry being a Gryffindor being sorted into Slytherin was hard enough. Now having to battle the shadow that comes with being the twin of the chosen one. On top of being the only girl on the Slytherin quidditch team. In the notorious cold-blooded house, y/n leans on the Bronze 5. Eventually falling for the pureblood prince, himself Draco Malfoy.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Retired Voldy AU, Angst, Fluff, Cursing

A/N: I'm sorry I took a while I was busy writing my college essay 😭 #23nior. I also wanted you guys to have a longer part plus I had a little writing block. But I started some one shots that I'll release soon 😌. I also made a google forms in my bio if you want me to tag you in future parts and/or one shots. Go check it out! ps. I don't own this gif

Mischief glitters in your eyes as you respond.

"No one told me how...charming the captain of the quidditch team was" you smile

You heard Draco peep a laugh, but it's drowned out by the music in the background. Thankfully, you send him a glare which he catches and returns an eye roll. Of course, you knew about the misogynistic history of Marcus Flint. But who are you to judge before getting to know him?

"Why don't we go grab a drink?" Marcus asks offering you his hand

"I'd love too" you return

Over at the makeshift bar you ask for a nice hardy cup of fireball. As you were drowning your weight in fireball a soft voice reached you.

"Would you like some herds? You look like you could use some the first batch is on me"

You turn and see Luna Lovegood sitting at a table selling "herbs" and good old fashion muggle weed. Sitting next to her unexpectedly is Neville Longbottom.

"Not tonight" you smile

"Oh, you're Harry's twin aren't you?"

"Harry's sister?" Neville turns

"Yup and your Luna and Neville, right?"

"Yes, we are" they both answer

"Ah so you're responsible for getting my brother so high that one time, he threw up so much he slept with a bucket in his arms."

You laugh and exchange pleasantries until a firm hand finds its way to your waist. You turn to see Marcus.

"There you are lost you for a second"

"Well, here I am"

"Actually if you don't mind do you have a pack of cigarettes by any chance?"

Luna smiles "Your in luck I always have a small stock for the boys and this is my last one"

"Thank you" you reach in the band of your bra for a bill but she stops you

"Please to make up for your brother"

You laugh "Fine but I'm paying next time" you affirm

You and Marcus make your way over to the couch and sit together. He talks about himself for what seems like a little too long. He then asks about you and Ilvermonry to which you then talk about yourself a little. As you guys talk, he finds ways to be closer to you, eventually putting his arm around your shoulder.

In the distance you see Draco standing at the beer pong table watching Pans and Blake play against Blaise and Enzo. You don't notice but his jaw tightens at the sight of Marcus with his arm around you. He doesn't even notice himself tensing up, his grip around his cup tighter. He doesn't like seeing you guys together but he doesn't know why. As you talk to Marcus about Ilvermorny he asks if you guys had quidditch to which you answer.

"I've actually been playing since first year"

"Oh really"

"Ya got on the team first year guess I'm kinda an ace they actually nicknamed me the Horned Viper"

"Damn I mean looks, brains, and quidditch you’re the whole package aren't you"

"I would like to think"

The evening continues with you and Marcus squeezed into the love seat couch deep in conversation.

As it hits 1 am people start leaving

Draco and the group walks over

“Hey Y/N/N we gonna head home if you wanna come”

Marcus stands up and helps you to your feet

“I'll walk you were in the same house anyways”

You smile “Here I thought chivalry was dead”

He gives you his arm and you take it head for the door with the rest of the group behind you. Enzo is holding a buzzed Blake hand on her waist in an effort to stead her. Draco and Blaise are walking with Pans in the middle, her arms around their shoulders. You and Marcus walk a few paces in front of the group. You're a bit more than buzzed but you try to walk on your own suddenly you stumble a little but Marcus catches you. He bridal carries you up the stairs into the shared dorm of Blake, Pans, and sets you down on the bed. Your eyes feel heavy and the last thing you hear before drifting off to sleep is “goodnight vip”.

The next morning you wake up groggy and in last night's clothes you get up and go to the bathroom. After a refreshing shower and some meds for the monster headache you see Pansy and Blake.

“Ugh what happened last night my head's killing me” Pansy says holding her head in her hands

“No literally it's a miracle we got home “ Blake agrees

“Well then you should thank the boys they were with you guys all night”

You guys get dressed and head to the great hall for breakfast. You walk in and spot the boys already at the table. As you guys sit down Blaise starts “good morning sleeping beauties how was your beauty sleep?”

“Killer” Pansy responds

“It's like I got hit by a train. How are you guys okay?” Blake cries out

Enzo responds “We didn't drink like animals that's how”

Draco looks at you and pushes a piece of buttered toast in front of you.

“Eat it'll make you feel better”

You mustier up a smile

“Thanks”

As you dig into the toast you feel someone come up behind you.

“Good morning vip, how'd you sleep?”

“Like a baby”

“Good I'm glad you were knockout cool when I got you home”

“Ya thanks for that by the way”

“No worries anytime” He winks

He puts a cup down on the table

“What is that?”

“Hair of the dog something muggles use for hangovers”

Draco contests “No she does not need more alcohol in her system right now she needs to soak it up”

Marcus turns to look at him “Relax Malfoy she'll be fine”

You stare at the cup “I don't know my hangovers almost passed”

You push the cup away “I'll just ride this one out”

Marcus eyes flash with what seems to be disappointment before it's replaced with his signature smile.

“No worries just trying to help”

“By the way vip you wanna play some quidditch later?”

You give him a smile “Ya definitely I'll be there”

“Great I'll see you later” He says before turning around and leaving”

Enzos is jaw dropped

Blaise is stunned but manages to say “I’ll be damned, how did you get Marcus Flint to eat out of your hand?”

Which Enzos adds on “Damn girl you work fast”

You just smile and say “A lady never tells” before breaking down in laughter with Enzo.

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[imagine-by-susu]

Marcus Flint x Reader - Before the Match

A/N: Alright, let me say this one first: I never ever did anything about Marcus Flint and I have no clue if I have done it the way the anon wanted it to be, since there isn’t very much information about him. I tried my best though.

Request by @weirdo-rules

A thanks to @huxy-baby as my beta reader :3

Requests are open

Fandomlist Masterlist of 2017 Masterlist of January 2018 Masterlist of Feburary 2018 Masterlist of March 2018 Masterlist of April 2018 Masterlist of May 2018

Word Count: 450

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Slytherin. The house of Snakes. Resourcefulness, cunning, ambition, determination. All characteristic for a Slytherin.

You were proud of your house, despite what the others said. Not all Slytherins are bad, most of them are quite nice when you get to know them.

Marcus Flint was one of those people. As the Captain of the Slytherin Quidditch Team, had his moments but to you, he was a true gentleman.

While he explained to you anything Quidditch related, you helped him with his homework and other school stuff, because well, he wasn’t really the smartest one.

“Marcus! Wait!” you shouted one day right before a Quidditch Game. Slytherin versus Gryffindor. This called for an intense game play since Marcus didn’t get along with Oliver Wood, the Captain of Gryffindor.

Marcus turned around as he heard you call his name. As you ran up to him, a smile crossed his lips. The green robes hugged his tanned body perfectly.

“Hello (Y/N).” he smirked at you as you stopped in front of him out of breath. A little smile and pink hue on your cheeks were seen as you looked up at him leaning on his broom.

“I wanted to wish you good luck and beat those Gryffindors. Show them what we’re made of.” bumping your fists into the air enthusiastically, Marcus couldn’t help himself but laugh.

His dark eyes locked onto your (Y/E/C) ones as he stopped his laughter. Before he could say something to you, someone bumped harshly into his shoulder.

You and Marcus turned around and both made eye contact with Oliver Wood who had a smug grin on his face.

Knowing all too well that the Slytherin Captain had tendencies to start a fight, you grabbed his arm to stop him from beating up his enemy.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to you, his eyes shone with fury and anger.

Shaking your head, you signaled for him to stop.

“Save it for the game,” just as these words left your mouth, Madame Hooch signaled that the game was about to begin.

Marcus took a deep breath and you let go of his arm. With the rest of the team he made his way to the entrance but before he could step out onto the field, you stopped him once more.

He was taken by surprise as he turned around and your lips crushed onto his. It was a clumsy kiss and he hadn’t enough time to respond to it as you let go of him with a light smile and a pat on his shoulder before you left off to your seat.

A little smile crossed Marcus lip as he turned back around, ready to face the lions.

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