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a-constant-gay-panic · 2 years

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Goodbyes

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pairing: muggleborn!reader x fred weasley

warnings: angst with fluff sprinkled here and there, death, violence

summary: you're forced into hiding when the death eaters invade hogwarts and saying your goodbyes aren't easy. however, these farewells don't last long when you're reunited with your friends during the battle of hogwarts. the same battle which stole the life of someone dear to you, someone you considered a sister.

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a/n: here's the fred weasley fic based off this request hope it's what you were looking for @bunk12bear there's obviously some plots that don't line up with how it actually went down but it's all for the plot of this fic so just ignore them. enjoy <3 (also ik the summary sucks but i didn't know what to say :') not sure how i feel abt this one tbh...)

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your bag sits on your bed. well… the bed that used to be yours. you sigh and pick it up, slinging it over your shoulder, silently thanking hermione for charming it for you. you grab your wand on the nightstand and slowly make your way out the girls dormitories, down the stairs into the common room where luna is waiting.

the second your feet touch the floor, you're attacked and pulled into a tight hug. the air is knocked out of you and you let out a small chuckle at the younger girls actions.

“i am going to miss you tremendously y/n.” lunas soft voice fills your ears. you wrap your arms around her, clearing your throat before saying, “and i'll miss you loony… but this isn't goodbye. think of it as a ‘see you later’, ok?”

she pulls away and looks up at you, eyes glazed over slightly. she nods and sniffs. “i'll be back before you know it.” you give her your best attempt at a smile.

you adjust the bag strap and look at the time. “c'mon, i still have to say bye to the others.” she follows you out of the ravenclaw common room and into the passages of hogwarts.

‘i can't believe this is hogwarts now… it used to be so full of joy, now it's filled with despair.’

you were a muggleborn, raised by your father after your mother passed away giving birth to you. despite this, your father loved you with all his heart and tried to give you all you needed. that's why you're leaving, for him and for your mother. with the death eaters invading hogwarts you were no longer safe. you needed to leave and soon.

your father owned a cottage in the middle of the woods, that's where you'd be staying. far away from hogwarts and danger. far away from the war but also far away from your friends. you were leaving all of them behind.

“-y/n?” luna whispers again, her voice finally breaking you out of your trance-like state. “y/n, are you alright?” you nod. “yeah, i'm fine… just dreading this.” you answer truthfully.

before you can say something else, a loud whisper catches your attention.

“godric there you are! we were looking for you!” hermione pulls you into a tight hug, head burying into the crook of your neck. “sorry mione… didn't mean to scare you.” she sniffs as she pulls away, giving ginny the chance to throw her arms around you in the same manner as hermione.

“it's not going to be the same without you y/n/n.” ginny whispers hoarsely. she lets go and neville takes her place, your head resting on his shoulder.

“wish i could do something y/n, really i do. sorry you have to leave.” he mumbles. “it's going to be ok nev. you'll be seeing me again in no time.” he gives you a watery smile as you pull from his embrace.

harry soon crashes into you and pulls you into his arms. “this is all my fault… i'm sorry… but i'll fix this. i'll fix it and you'll be back at hogwarts, i swear it.” you squeeze him tighter at the sound of his broken voice. “it's not your fault, harry, not at all.” you whisper. he smiles sadly and shakes his head, letting ron give you a hug instead of responding.

“ginny's right, y'know. things won't be the same without you and your smart mouth around here.” you laugh into the hug. “you're gonna say bye to fred and george though, right? they won't forgive you if you don't.” you unwrap your arms from his torso and nod, “of course. i'd never dream of leaving them without a goodbye.” he seems pleased with your response and smiles.

a loud noise is heard nearby, followed by the sound of laughter. laughter that can be recognised anywhere, the laughter of bellatrix lestrange.

you take one last look at all of them before quickly apparating away.

— — — — — X — — — — —

you enter weasleys' wizard wheezes and remove your hood, allowing you to take it all in again. your eyes scan the busy shop and finally land on two redheads.

‘found them.’

you make your way over to them and tap their shoulders. “hey guys.” your smile is bleak and they immediately understand.

“it's today, isn't it?” george asks and you can only nod. fred grabs your wrist and leads you to a quieter spot. “merlin's beard… i didn't realise it was this soon…” he whispers.

george grabs you and his long arms wrap around you, savouring his last moment with you before he lets his twin say his goodbyes. “i'll miss you little one… stay safe please.” you laugh at his stupid nickname. “how many times do i have to tell you, i'm not little.” he chuckles before releasing you. “but you're still younger.” with that, he gives you one last goodbye hug and walks off, leaving you and fred alone.

fred weasley… the only man who, in your eyes, was perfect. he had been your friend since your first year at hogwarts, finding you through ron. you've always admired him but it wasn't until your 4th year that you realised just how much you admired him… scratch that, how infatuated you were with him.

you've kept these feelings towards the older redhead to yourself, fearing that he'd not feel the same and you'd only make things awkward between the two of you.

if only you knew that he had the same dilemma.

“so, this is it huh?” fred's voice is thick with tears and you have to blink back a few of your own. “for now… i'll be seeing you soon freddie.” you try to lighten the mood. he laughs softly, “you hope. you hope you'll see me soon but you can't promise that.”

you frown but before you can respond, he's pulling you into his arms, the scent of burnt marshmallows, gunpowder and his cologne filling your scenes.

the two of you stay like that for a few minutes, neither of you wanting to pull away.

“ 'm sorry you have to leave.” fred mumbles into your hair. “not your fault freddie… i'll miss you, you giant teddy bear.” he laughs and you slowly pull away.

you can see his eyes are glossy and a single tear escapes yours at the sight. his hands make their way to your face to gently brush the stray droplet away.

“if i don't hear from you, i'm going to personally find you and give you a piece of my mind y'know.” he says. you smile and roll your eyes. “i wouldn't expect any less.” you stand there gazing into each other's eyes, the weight on your chest becoming too much.

“i should go…” you mutter. he frowns slightly but nods nonetheless. “good luck y/n/n. stay safe please.” he whispers, afraid that his voice will break if he speaks too loudly.

“of course. goodbye fred.” just as you're about to leave, he grabs your hand and yanks you closer, giving you one final hug. he reluctantly lets you go and watches in sorrow as he sees your figure disappear.

“you alright there freddie?” “never better georgie.”

but it's a lie. his broken voice and teary eyes give him away. he's anything but alright.

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THE BATTLE

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you frantically search for someone you know. any familiar face. there's panic all around you as people prepare for the death eaters to invade.

you round a corner and crash into someone, sending both of you tumbling to the ground. “i'm so sorry-” “y/n?” you quickly look up at the familiar voice.

“tonks! godric it's good to see you again!” the older woman helps you to your feet as you speak. “it is. sorry it had to be in these circumstances.” she smiles and you hug her, relieved that you're with her.

you've known tonks since your first year. you had gotten separated from your father in diagon alley and tonks was the one who found you. she helped you find your father and kept in contact during her remaining years at hogwarts, helping you whenever she could and sitting with you by the black lake whenever you needed a reading buddy. she quickly became like a sister and when she left hogwarts she constantly sent you owls, being sure to never lose touch.

you were there at her wedding, not minding, or caring, that her fianceé at the time was a werewolf. remus lupin had always favoured you, you had a gift for defence against the dark arts and lupin was a talented professor in your eyes.

“c'mon, everyone's this way.” she grabs your hand, dragging you with her.

you eventually stop and immediately see all your friends. “y/n!” hermione is the first to see you and rushes to you, her body colliding with yours. “mione!” she lets you go with a wide smile on her face.

soon enough you're bombarded with hugs from everyone.

“i told you you'd see me soon.” you softly say to fred as he pulls you into his chest. “that you did y/n. that you did.” a cough makes the two of you stop your embrace.

your face heats up when you see that the others are watching the two of you. george, hermione, ginny and harry with matching knowing smirks, neville and luna with small smiles and ron with a confused look on his face.

you look down in embarrassment and quickly walk over to tonks and remus, planning to ask them about their son, teddy.

george wiggles his brows at his twin and says, “so… when's the wedding?” fred scoffs and shakes his head.

“wedding? am i missing something here?” ron speaks up. hermione rolls her eyes and flicks the back of his head. “must you always be so oblivious? honestly ronald.”

everyone chuckles at the hurt look ron has on his face, the panic and fear for what's to come momentarily dissapearing.

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“stupefy!” you shout. you watch as the death eater collapses on the ground, giving you time to get away.

you run through the hallways, bodies are scattered here and there and there's rubble everywhere. you round a corner to see fred and percy fighting side by side and head over to help them.

“hiya freddie!” you call out before shouting “sectumsempra!”, watching as the death eater screams slightly, dropping to his knees in agony.

“y/n! whatcha up to?” he jokes, dodging a hex in his direction. “oh, y'know, nothing much, just helping a friend out!” you pause briefly to smile at him. he smiles back and percy looks in your direction.

“y/n.” he nods to you in respect. “hey percy.” you nod back to the older weasley the same way he did to you. you slowly start drifting away from the two brothers but keep them in your line of sight.

“hello minister, did i mention i'm resigning?” you hear percy shout as he sends a jinx at thicknesse. you smile, not used to seeing the stuck up percy weasley joking.

fred seems just as surprised and happy as you, “you're joking, perce!” he shouts back, glee filling his eyes and taking over his features.

you see a lurking shadow behind fred and recognise the figure, augustus rookwood. you look at him with disgust which soon turns to alarm as you see him raises his wand to aim dangerously close to where fred is standing.

“you actually are joking perce… i don't think i've heard you joke since you were-” his sentence is cut short as you shout over him, “everte statum!”

fred's body is thrown backwards by your jinx just as an explosion erupts near the spot he was standing previously.

you see rookwood turn and flee as you rush over to fred.

“merlin, are you ok?!” you shout at him, hands holding his face. he grunts in discomfort and nods, “yeah, just that my arse is sore now.” you laugh, tears running down your face as you realise how close he was to death.

“watch out will you! you nearly died!” he smiles at your words, hand reaching up to cup the side of your face. “but i didn't thanks to you… you saved me.” his eyes are soft as they gaze into yours.

percy quickly kneels next to the two of you. “are you alright there fred?” fred nods at his brother and percy stands again. “very good… the two of you can discuss this later, right now we need to get moving before something like that happens again.”

you sigh and stand, offering fred your hand which he takes. the two of you share one last glance before looking away from each other and running down the hallways.

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you breathe a sigh of relief at the temporary halt of the battle. you walk into the great hall with fred's arm linked with yours and start to make your way down the isles.

despair fills you at the sight of the lifeless bodies of your peers and people you once knew.

you're about to turn away from the scene when a flash of pink catches your attention. you quickly take a closer look and rush over to where tonks and remus lay, tears springing from your eyes at the realisation.

there they lie, lifeless and cold, hands connected in a final expression of their love for one another. you sink to your knees as a cry erupts from your throat, the pain overwhelming. fred kneels next to you and wraps his arms around your crying figure, trying to comfort you.

“she was like family, fred… they were my family…” you sob into his chest. his throat is thick with tears as he watches you break down, clutching at his shirt as if it was the only thing keeping you grounded.

“i know love… i know… i'm so sorry. it's going to be ok…” he soothes as he rubs your hair, trying to calm you down.

all you can do is shake your head as you cry for the couple. as you cry from the pain and from the guilt, knowing that their son would be damned to grow up without parents. it's a tragic truth which shakes you to your very core.

— — — — — X — — — — —

you're standing by their grave, flowers in hand, tears silently streaming down your flushed face.

you gingerly place the bundle of lilacs, white roses and chrysanthemums onto the graves, the colours vibrant against the grey of the headstones.

you don't know how long you've been standing there, maybe 5 minutes, possibly 20, all you know is that you miss the two greatly. granted, you haven't known remus quite as long as you've known tonks, but in the short period you have known him, he quickly earned your trust and respect.

they may not have the same blood as you, but they were your family regardless.

you tense when you feel someone's arm wrap around your shoulders but soon relax when the familiar smell of burnt marshmallows and gunpowder fills your scenes.

it's silent as fred comforts you and you're grateful that he isn't pushing you to talk just yet. you don't even know if you can talk, throat raw from all the crying you've been doing lately.

a little while later fred softly whispers, “i'm always here for you, y'know? no matter the time of day, if you ever need a shoulder to cry on or even someone to vent to, i'll be ready and waiting.” you turn your head to look at him and give him a weak smile. “thanks freddie.” you gruffly whisper.

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you and fred slowly walk down the deserted street of godric hollow, the silence almost eerie if it wasn't for the quiet conversation fred kept up with you.

the two of you stop under a tree and take everything in. since the battle, everything's been chaos. voldemort is gone but so are many witches and wizards, all their lives cut short due to the wars.

you feel his eyes burning into the side of your face and you meet his gaze.

“something the matter fred?” you ask. he shakes his head and smiles softly. “just thinking…” he trails off slightly. “what are you thinking so deeply about?” curiosity bubbles inside you but all he does is shake his head again.

the truth is, he's conflicted. conflicted with his feelings for you.

one part of him doesn't want to tell you, scared of your reaction and knowing that now isn't the best time.

but the other part wants you to know how he feels. he wants to be able to hold your hand and not in a friend kind of way. he wants to hold you as you sleep, knowing that you're his and he is yours.

“fred…” you whisper, the look in his eyes is admiring and soft. “y/n…?” he responds, dazed.

you smile and lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on his cheek. his face blushes crimson, matching his hair. you rest your head on his shoulder as his arm snakes around your waist, pulling you into his side. you and fred have matching smiles as you enjoy the comfort of each other.

you may have lost two of the most important people in your life but you also gained something. you don't know what it is and what you are to fred, but you don't care.

you're in his arms and you've never felt safer. you've never felt more loved than you do right now.

you'll never stop missing tonks and remus but knowing that fred will be here by your side the whole time, it gave you the strength to carry on with life.

and carry on you did.

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cutielando · 4 months

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Can I have oneshots for Theodore nott and reader when he finds out that their daughter is constantly bullied at school?

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Pairing: Theodore Nott x Wife!Reader x Daughter

School can be tough. That was a given. Especially if you end up being a Slytherin.

Theodore knew that better than anyone. Being a Slytherin himself, also being friends with the infamous Draco Malfoy always attracted some unwanted attention.

Most of the other students knew not to mess with him, but there was still the occasional bully who didn't give a shit and picked on him anyhow.

Because of that, he never wanted his kids to experience the kind of pain he went through when he was younger. He did everything in his power to make sure your children were safe and happy at school.

Oh, how wrong he was.

He didn't notice the signs early on, but you did.

Y/D/N was more distant than usual, spending an awful lot of her time in her room when she was home for the holidays and summer break, her letters always failed to mention any of her school friends and the atmosphere there, she was sadder and lost the spark that she always used to have in her eyes.

Thinking it could be something serious, you decided to talk to your husband about it.

"Tesoro?' you asked him one night as you entered your shared bedroom and saw his under the covers, reading a new book he had purchased the previous day.

"Yes, amore?" he put the book aside as you sat next to him, giving you his full attention.

"Can we talk about something?" you were nervous, you didn't even know how to approach this subject with Theo.

"Of course we can, amore. What's bothering you?" he took your hand in his, drawing soothing circles on the back of your palm.

"I'm worried about Y/D/N" you confessed.

His eyebrows were scrunched, not understanding where you were coming from.

"Why? Did something happen?"

"I don't know. She's just...different. She hasn't been herself in a while, she's always in her room, she barely eats or talks to us, her letters seem downright robotic and she's just not the same girl we know her as anymore. I'm worried something might be happening over at the school" you explained.

You felt Theo's hand that was holding yours tense up, stopping the movements.

You looked up and saw that his jaw was clenched, he was fuming and looking at a fixated point on the wall of your bedroom.

"Do you think someone might be making fun of her? Bullying her?" his voice was low and tense, making you sigh and shrug your shoulders.

"I don't know, but I think maybe we should talk to her. You should talk to her, you know she'll open up to you a lot faster than me" Theo nodded at that, numerous thoughts running through his mind.

Y/D/N had always been a daddy's girl ever since she was little and you were okay with that. Your younger son was a mama's boy, so it evened the scales a little bit.

You knew that Y/D/N would open up to your husband and you hoped that the problem wasn't as bad as you felt it was.

"I'll talk to her"

Come the next day at breakfast, Theo turned to your daughter as soon as you and your son left the kitchen to go to the living room.

"Y/D/N, love, I wanted to talk to you about something" he started and put his hand over hers.

"What is it?" she was avoiding eye contact with her father, which happened very rarely when they would talk.

Theo put a hand under her chin, slowly lifting up her face so she could look at him.

Her eyes had lost their sparkle, now void of any emotion and tired.

"What is bothering you, vita mia?" Theo asked, brushing his finger over her cheek.

You didn't mean to eavesdrop, wanting to let the pair talk in private. You instead focused all of your attention on your son, who was more than content to have his beloved mother's attention on him.

"Nothing, dad" Y/D/N tried to shrug Theo off, but he was having none of that.

"Stella, don't push me away. Your mother and I are very worried about you. You haven't been yourself for a while and it's concerning us. What is wrong, vita mia?"

Just one look into her father's eyes and she was sobbing, letting herself fall into his arms and clinging to him.

Your heart broke when you heard your little girl sob, taking everything in you not to run in there and scoop her up in your arms to reassure her that everything would be okay.

"I hate them, dad" Y/D/N whispered once her sobs had calmed down a little.

"Who do you hate, stella?" he was trying to keep his anger in check, his blood boiling at the thought of anyone hurting his princess.

"Everyone at school. They all make fun of me for being a Slytherin and they bully me because their parents hate you and now they say they're supposed to hate me too. I'm just so tired of always being the one getting hurt over there" the young girl finally confessed, her words breaking Theo's heart.

He pulled away from the hug, instead opting to take her face in his hands.

"Y/D/N, listen to me. Nobody, and I mean nobody, is allowed to make you feel bad or think any less about yourself. You are perfect, mi stella. You hung my moon and stars from the day you were born and both your mother and I know that you're destined for great things and a bright future. Never listen to what anyone else has to say about you when you know the truth about yourself. Do you understand?" the girl nodded, giving her father a small smile.

"I love you, dad" she said before kissing his cheek, hugging his body once again.

"I love you more, vita mia"

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hibiscusfairys · 8 months

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🍂 draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 3 (hufflepuff fem reader)

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part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5

♡ warnings: angst

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It was the night of the Yule Ball.

You examined your hopeless reflection, the dress you wore draping straight over your figure. The puffed sleeves were decorated with lace and the silk of the dress fell to your feet.

You clasped your fingers together.

The Yule Ball is a dance, and you were going to be dancing with Adrian Pucey.

There was no doubt that Pucey wasn’t a bad looker. But you felt so empty. You both treated each other as a last resort, knowing that it would be difficult to grasp another date if you even tried. So you settled with him, unsatisfied with what you had.

With one final re-adjustment of your hair, you lifted your dress above your ankles, and walked down the stairway by yourself. The walls were calmly lit with candles.

You could hear ongoing chatter of people inside of the ballroom, eagerness emitting from the crowd. Dread snaked your stomach as you saw Adrian Pucey stood infront of the doorway, awaiting your arrival. You could sense his feeling from a mile away — his expression reeked terribly of discomfort as you approached. It wasn’t one sided, either.

“Please, let us get this over with,” He said, a laugh slightly escaping from his lips. “I only waited so I could confirm I wouldn’t get stood up.”

“You and me both don’t want this, Pucey.” You said, your gaze softening onto him. “You can separate yourself from me until the dance.”

“Then.. I’ll be off.” His eyes flickered to your dress and then your face. He raised his hand to wave, as he cautiously backed away.

Your vision followed his figure stray from you as you were alone, yet again.

You stood alone, mindless in front of the doorway. But you couldn’t stay forever.

You walk towards the stairs that led you down to the ballroom, scanning the room for the one you had anticipated seeing all evening. And there he was, laughing away, a glass held delicate in his pale hand. His arm snaked around Astoria’s back as he pulled her closer, gifting her his pearly smile that you dreamt he would, one day, give you.

The music pounded in your ears as you watched your steps. The insecurity you felt was major despite the attention you wanted from him had focused elsewhere.

“You look beautiful,” Susan Bones, a friend of yours, whispered to you as she leant in. “Did you go with Pucey?”

“Yes.” You replied, hiding your disappointment. “He’s elsewhere.”

“He should really be with you..” Susan said as she sipped her lemonade. “It’s unfair.”

You shook your head. “Actually, it was me.”

“You want to be by yourself? But why?” She asked, tilting her head.

“Because the one I wanted to ask has sadly not complied. So I’m here miserable.” You joked, even though you were upset too.

She softly tapped your shoulder. “There, there.”

You watched the crowd meddle and blend together. The band blared their music loudly through their instruments before it was time for Professor McGonagall to officially announce the dance, the one you had been fearing. The thoughts of Adrian Pucey’s hands on your waist made you grimace so severely that you even debated with yourself to pull out. But you were brave, and you were going to put your problems of jealousy and unrequited love aside for the moment. You didn’t want to ruin this for him either, after all. It would be so selfish.

A tap on a glass turned the people silent as the dance commenced. First, the Tri-Wizard champions poured onto the dancefloor first, demonstrating their first dance. You could only watch in awe at the way Cedric Diggory admired Cho Chang, envy bleeding through you like ink. No matter, no matter…

Now, you needed to focus on dancing. And not ruining your partners night.

Pucey awkwardly walked up to you, stood infront of you like a narrow stick. You grinned comfortably as you let him take your waist, directing you through the dance as Bonnie Raitt played on the large gramophone.

You didn’t actually feel too uncomfortable. That didn’t mean you enjoyed it.

Every so often, your gaze directed helplessly to the bobbing head of the blonde twirling his ‘missus’ elegantly with grace. Even the way she danced was beautiful.

You could hold in the tears, sure you can. But how long would it be until you’d finally break?

You also noticed Adrian becoming just as detached. Was he also thinking of someone else?

After the official dance had ended, it was time to really celebrate. Many people split from their counterpart and decided to create smaller clustered groups, dancing away to the music. Romantic ballads, pop, rock, and disco were echoing from the gramophone.

You sat hunched by yourself, a glass of punch cupped in your palm.

You looked up and saw Malfoy there, as if he was spotlighted. And he was looking at you. But not with the usual, condescending gaze that he always did. It appeared more desperate, and more sad. More remorseful, and more guilty.

You were absorbed into his vision.

Your longing for him grew immensely the more your eyes locked together. He could sense the love you held for him, and he didn’t know what to do with it. He was torn between a feeling of love or guilt. There was no obvious answer to him. And he didn’t know what to make of it. Was he ashamed? Or was he also longing for you?

His gaze was soft on you. You couldn’t help but relish in it. Finally, the one shard of attention he had shed on you tonight.

But when he looked away, it was like the connection between you in that moment that had pulled you together, suddenly snapped.

Astoria seemed like a wonder to him.

The way his eyes lit when he saw her agonised you the most. The way he only looked at you with neutrality or negativity provoked it even more.

Because in the end, you knew there was an obvious choice for him, no matter how much you fed your beliefs that there was a chance.

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ILL MAKE A PART FOURR because i want a happy ending so bad im telling you :((

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severussnapemylove · 5 months

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(During a battle)

Voldemort; “You are playing with forces beyond your ken.”

Y/N; “Yeah, well your Ken can kiss my Barbie.”

#Muggleborn sass vs the Dark Lord #He’s very confused #reader insert #voldermort #harry potter universe #incorrect quotes

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janesociety · 1 year

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‘tis the damn season

regulus black x muggleborn!reader

type: angst

word count: 1.8k

summary: leaving regulus on boxing day after an explosive (literally) christmas party

warnings: drinking, hate groups (death eaters)

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“Come on, Y/N, you’ll have to face him at some point,” Dorcas said, stroking back your hair from your tear stained face. You sniffed, turning and finally facing her. The sun was barely peeking through the drawn curtains, a sliver of it landing right next to her.

“Sirius was right and I should’ve listened,” you said, wiping your eyes with the sleeve of your shirt. You were quite sure what he was right about. Maybe it was him telling you to stay away from the group of Slytherins you had been hanging out with, maybe it was when he insisted you not go out with his younger brother, or, possibly, it could’ve been when he warned you against going to a Christmas party at number 12 Grimmauld Place. “I was being stupid.”

“Don’t say that,” she said, sitting up and looking down at you. “Sirius was being an asshole and you couldn’t have known what would happen.”

But you should’ve known, you told yourself. You should’ve known that Regulus’ family would’ve reacted to you the way they did. You should’ve known that a Black family Christmas party would be full of death eaters and sympathizers. But Regulus should’ve known how dangerous bringing you actually was. Regulus should’ve known that leaving you alone to get drunk was a bad idea. He should’ve been the one comforting you now, not his friend who was now having to apologize for the actions of her housemates.

There was a knock at the door and Dorcas got up to answer it. She pulled it open just enough to peak her head out before pulling it open all the way and letting Pandora in. She smiled weakly at you.

“The boys are all having breakfast,” she said, leaning against the post at the end of the bed you were laying. Dorcas resumed her position next to you. “I can have Kreacher bring you something if you’d like.”

“Do they remember anything that went on last night?” Dorcas asked. Pandora bit her lip.

“I don’t think so.”

Regulus, Evan, and Barty decided to get shitfaced along with a few of their other pure blood friends in attendance, making the night even worse for you and the other two in trying to keep them out of trouble. Regulus was fun to be around when he got drunk at parties, not when you needed him to be there for you.

The night was supposed to be great. You knew from Sirius’ warnings that you should’ve managed your expectations better, but you couldn’t help but become excited at the idea of attending a high society party with your close friends and boyfriend. You, Dorcas, and Pandora spent the whole day getting ready- doing each other’s hair and makeup, helping each other into the dress robes you all had picked out days before. You were practically giddy with excitement by the time you made your way downstairs to see Regulus as the party guests began to arrive.

“You look beautiful, mon coeur,” he had told you once you appeared in front of him. You were both too enamored with each other to notice the disapproving looks of the passing blood purist.

The dinner was only moderately uncomfortable- you spent most of your time talking to Pandora, Regulus, and Barty as they were on either side and across from you. You tried to ignore the talk around you of blood status politics.

Even after the dinner when the boys began drinking and you, Dorcas, and Pandora gathered yourselves in a secluded corner, you weren’t exactly miserable yet. It wasn’t Walburga pulled the attention of the crowd by tapping her wand to the side of a metal goblet that your stomach filled with actual dread.

“Ladies and gentlemen, dearest friends, I would like to thank you for coming on this lovely night,” her voice echoed artificially throughout the entire house. “Tonight we celebrate many things, friends and family among those, but most of all, we celebrate unity under the Dark Lord.” Dorcas’ hand instinctively grabbed your arm and you could feel Pandora tense next to you.

“We should find Regulus,” the blonde whispered, discreetly scanning the room for the nearest exit. Walburga continued to ramble on about their mission and blood purity and the Dark Lord- you get the picture.

“I kindly ask all of you to make your way out to the courtyard for a holiday firework display,” Walburga’s voice echoed. You watched Abraxas Malfoy clear his throat from beside her and she quickly shot him one of her deadly looks. “The show was provided to us by the Malfoy family,” she said through gritted, pearl-white teeth.

You, Dorcas, and Pandora began to follow crowds towards the exits, stopping in a corridor just outside the entrance to the back courtyard where people were gathering.

“This way,” Pandora whispered, you and Dorcas trusting her as she led you down a hallway. The grand, arched windows provided enough of a view of the party guests outside that you could look from afar as the light show began. You were distracted with trying to find Regulus’ unruly mop of hair to notice the fireworks until you heard Dorcas gasp. What you saw made your blood run cold.

A glowing dark mark appeared in the sky, the snake slithering out of the skull’s mouth and around the rest of it before bursting into thousands of little beads of light which quickly began to form new shapes.

“They can’t be,” Dorcas said, dumbfounded by the horrendous display in front of her. “Not this outright, not this open.” Being in Slytherin meant she was used to small displays of loyalty to Voldemort, but nothing like this. This was bold, even for the Black family.

“We have to find Regulus,” you whispered, grabbing fistfuls of your dress and walking faster down the hall.

But you hadn’t found Regulus, at least, not until after it was too late. Him, Evan, and Barty were sitting outside on the ground, drunk out of their minds, and laughing at the glowing images in the air. Images of horrible, blood supremacist acts being committed, images of Dumbledore’s head on a stick, images of their beloved school being consumed by snakes coming directly out of the mouth of a dark mark. Reasonably, you knew they didn’t know what they were laughing at. Their eyes probably couldn’t even focus on what was right in front of them, let alone the lights a hundred feet up in the air.

But here you were in tears, at his house, at his family’s party, scared for your actual life, and he was happy and drunk. He wasn’t comforting you, he wasn’t trying to help you leave for the Potters’ through the floo network, he wasn’t doing anything except looking at you with that dopey smile that made you fall for him.

To say you were angry was an understatement. You were heartbroken. You were betrayed. He promised he’d stay by your side the whole night, and then there you were- you and your two friends sneaking through a house full of people who openly wanted you dead. Dorcas and Pandora stayed in the guest room you had been sleeping in that night with you and made sure to lock the door behind them when you got there. You all had trouble falling asleep that night- the horrific images played off as a hopeful firework display still fresh in your mind. And now here you were, crying in your bed because the boy who you defended to your other friends, who you fell in love with, had let you down in such an extreme way.

“There’s a fireplace in the kitchen we can use to go to Cas’ house,” Pandora offered. “I’ve used it before. We’d have to walk past them, that's the only thing.”

You sat up fully, brushing your hair over one shoulder to get it off your neck. “Like you said, Cas, I’ll have to face him at some point.”

You marched through the house, your bag in hand, the portraits that you had done your best to ignore the day before shouting obscenities at you. You didn’t think you could get any more upset, but when you entered the kitchen and Regulus’ face lit up, you could hardly stop your cheeks and neck from burning with- well, you weren’t sure what. It could’ve been anger, shame, flattery, or even sadness. It was probably sadness, you decided.

“Good morning, mon c- hey, what’re doing?” he stood up as you brushed past him, doing your best to avoid looking into his eyes. When his eyes fell to Pandora, she simply shook her head, silently telling him to let you leave. He didn’t listen, of course, he was a Black after all.

“Y/N, wait,” he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. You whipped around immediately, pushing his hand off of you. “Wha- what’s wrong?” he asked, shocked at what seemed to him as a sudden change in your mood. You could barely control your emotions as you looked at him. You felt the eyes of everyone in the room on you, making your skin crawl.

“You left me alone,” you muttered, barely loud enough for him to hear. You mentally cursed yourself at the childish sounding complaint.

“What?” he asked, a confused smile playing on his lips. Oh, the once so serious Regulus Black, now thinking everything was some kind of joke. The smile made your face burn- this time you knew from embarrassment- and you turned around again, making your way over to the fire place. “Y/N!” he said again, more sternly. “What’s going on?”

“You left me alone in a house full of people who very vocally want me dead, that’s what’s going on,” you finally exploded. “You left me to watch a firework display of people killing muggles, of people killing muggle-borns, of dark marks so you could party! I spent all night at a party all my friends told me not to go to- but I went anyway because you said it would be fun- listening to grown adults talk about wanting to wipe people like me off the face of the earth. And you weren’t there.”

Regulus stood there, frozen. His memory of the night prior was foggy, but he wouldn’t have done that, would he?

You scoffed at his silence and turned back around to the fireplace. You stepped in, taking a hand full of floo powder in your free hand.

“I’ll see you at your house, Cas,” you said, looking over Regulus’ shoulder. You looked back at him, still in front of you, still frozen. “Merry fucking Christmas, Reg.”

You threw the floo powder.

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

Summary: Despite Y/N’s blood status and House, she happens to be the only witch in the entirety of the wizarding world that Draco gives the time of day. A fellow Healer, close confidant, and dare he say, best friend, she’s always managed to make his life exceedingly tolerable, particularly when he finds himself thrust into a weekly gathering or dinner that his parents have set up to find him a suitable wife. But when an accident threatens to tear the two apart, it matters not what Draco is feeling, because the fate of their friendship and their future relationship lies in the beat of Y/N’s heart.

Warnings: Mentions of injuries and blood

Pairing: Healer!Draco x Muggleborn!Reader

Genre: Angst | Fluff

Word count: 4.5K

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 ��𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞. No different than the sickening feeling of anticipation at the sight of the revolving roulette almost coming to an end or the tingling sensation of doubt when faced with the final choice in wizard poker. The man was beyond certain that misfortune would always find a way to strike him long before he had the chance to think of victory.

Tired and exhausted from the patient he had the displeasure of overseeing, he puffed out the air wedged in his lungs, heading to the comfort of his office. Once there, Draco threw the clipboard and files he held on the desk, wasting no time to slump in his chair. He craned his neck, attempting to relieve some of the pain while his fingers swiftly moved to untie the fabric of his tie.

Just when he took a deep breath, ready to relax, he grumbled in displeasure at the sound of someone knocking on his door. Draco rubbed his tired eyes with his palms, looking up at the white lights illuminating his office. “This better be good,” he whispered to himself before calling in whoever was behind the mahogany door.

The door creaked as the person behind it pushed it open, causing Draco to make a mental note to fix the bloody sound before it drove him mental. A Healer peeped her head inside, a crooked smile governing her lips. “Hey, grumpy dwarf. What’s got you all worked up?”

Draco shook his head with an amused smirk, the tension he harbored slowly evaporating. “Y/N,” he greeted the witch, his stormy eyes following her every step once she closed the door behind her and strolled inside. “Kindly never compare me to a dwarf ever again. We both know that you tick every box when it comes to that description.”

Y/N feigned hurt, placing a hand on her heart. “Oi, you’re mean! But then again, you do make a more fitting Snow White.”

“I have no idea who that is.” Draco laughed at her remark without taking his eyes off her. He watched her gracefully sit on his desk, frivolity nestling comfortably in her big doe eyes.

“It doesn’t matter as long as I know what that is,” Y/N teased. She kicked her legs in the air, her eyes skimming over the mess of papers and files on Draco’s desk. With curiousness in her gaze, she reached out for the file closest to her. “Harry Potter? Three broken ribs, flail chest, concussion, fractured hip, and–”

“Acromioclavicular joint sprain, yes,” Draco continued.

Y/N’s brows knitted as she read over the patient file. “Must have been one bloody fight. Literally.”

Draco chuckled in response. He took the file from her hands, reaching for his quill. “It wasn’t exactly a walk in the park admitting Auror Potter here.” He dipped the quill in the onyx ink bottle, beginning to add his own notes on the papers.

Y/N eyes wandered to Draco, studying his figure. She crossed her hands over her chest, peering at him. “Is that what’s got your knickers in a twist? That he’s here, and you had to treat him?”

Draco didn’t spare Y/N a look, but from the way he had stopped writing, she figured he must’ve rolled his eyes. “No. Treating him was far easier than expected. It was having to listen to the whines of the Weaslette and Granger, among other things. That was the most irritating part of it all.”

Y/N leaned back to get a better look at Draco. She shook her head at his statement, drumming her fingers on the table. “Aren’t you a tad bit exaggerating, perhaps?”

“On the contrary. As if seeing Potter wasn’t dreadful enough, it was exceptionally irksome having to be in the presence of the other two witches.”

“Well, Hermione is his best friend,” Y/N argued, trying to reason with the blond. “And wasn’t Ginny his fiancee? Or did he not propose yet?”

“In case you’ve missed it, darling. I’m a Healer, not an editor at Witch Weekly or The Daily Prophet,” Draco cynically replied, waving his quill in the girl’s face.

Y/N huffed at his response. She took out a pile of papers, spewed lazily on his desk, and hit him with it on the head. Draco winced, shooting daggers at Y/N. “You’re a pompous arse.”

“Is there a reason for you being in my office other than to continuously insult me?”

“Yes,” Y/N replied with a smirk. “To grace you with my presence.”

Draco blinked, attempting to hide the glint of amusement swirling in his irises. “How charming,” he told Y/N, continuing to fill Harry’s file.

Y/N kept her focus on Draco, watching as his fingers moved around, gracefully guiding the feather on top of the parchment. Mesmerized by the sight, and falling to the realization that she had been silent for too long, she loudly cleared her throat. “Why are you bothered so much? Did they say something bad? Please don’t tell me they refused to have you as Harry’s Healer because of it.”

“No,” Draco rushed to say, sensing the worry in Y/N’s tone and feeling a slight itch on his left forearm. “No, darling. They never said anything about that. It was just hard to concentrate with them breathing down my neck.”

Y/N half-laughed, her shoulders looking less rigid. She played with the papers on the desk, her eyes narrowing at the Healer in front of her. “Come on, Draco. Plenty of people have done that too when their loved ones were in our care.”

“Well, then. Perhaps people need to learn to control their emotions in times of distress.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow in disbelief. “Not everyone is an established Occlumens like yourself. I may be a Healer, but I know I’d lose my composure if someone I cared about entered the doors of St. Mungo’s all bloodied and bruised.”

Draco rolled his eyes indignantly. He didn’t have enough energy to argue with Y/N, and knowing her, she would be about ready to argue all night. For two days straight if she had a drop of coffee in her system. So, Draco decided that it would be best to change the subject.

“So.” He cleared his throat, taking his eyes off the files. “Care to tell me about how your day went? Hopefully it was better than mine.”

Y/N’s facial expressions changed, the light that was once in her eyes dimming. It was then Draco noticed the black circles beneath her eyes and the tiredness that lingered on her face.

“It… was okay, I guess. I just have a night shift today, which I’m not looking forward to.”

“Right,” Draco hummed as he remembered. “My offer still stands, you know? I’d be more than happy to take your place.”

Y/N bit on her lower lip, her gaze flickering straight to Draco’s. He watched her carefully, his own silver orbs glued to her teeth as she chewed on her lip to contain a laugh. But eventually, Y/N had failed miserably and ended up clutching her stomach, chuckling aloud.

That woman is unbelievable. Draco mentally thought, watching as tears streamed down Y/N’s cheeks from the sincerity of her laughter.

“You got roped into another dinner with a potential wife, didn’t you?”

“No,” Draco scoffed incredulously, running away from Y/N’s burning gaze. He looked at his left, which was perhaps a wrong move because he caught Y/N’s eyes in the mirror. “Yes. Now, stop looking at me like that!”

“Like what?” Y/N feigned innocence, her lips contorting into a bashful smile.

“Like you’re trying to get into my head.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I can’t do that. I’m not a Legilemens.”

You don’t need to be one, Draco mentally fired back, but he never dared to say it aloud. “The point is, you look like you could use a break while I could use an excuse. So, why don’t you let me handle your shift?”

“Because you’re going to have to admit to your parents that you’re above all this, Draco,” Y/N explained, seemingly more serious than she ever was before. “And if not tonight, then when?”

Draco groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s not easy, and you know that.”

“Yes, fairly well, too. I may not be a pureblood, but my parents are as strict as muggles come.”

“At least yours don’t have a list of suitors as party guests,” Draco said, cringing at the thought of the many women he had met and had yet to meet as per his parents’ demands.

Y/N merely rolled her eyes as a response to his behavior. And knowing her, she was starting to get annoyed. “Need I remind you that the last time I spoke with them, they had attempted to set me up with some ostentatious muggle prick of their choosing?” Y/N spat, a flicker of pain outlining her irises. “I don’t exactly live up to the Y/L/N name with me being a witch and all.”

Draco closed his eyes as he let out a breath. How stupid of him to forget such a massive detail. He moved out of his chair and towered over Y/N, his stormy silver eyes roaming her figure. Draco’s hands cupped her cheeks, and before he knew it, he was kissing the crease that formed between her brows.

“I’m sorry, darling. It’s not you that doesn’t live up to that last name. It’s that last name that doesn’t do you justice.”

Y/N’s mouth twitched, Draco’s words tugging at her heartstrings. She blinked, looking down at her feet as she attempted to hide the pink tint that formed on her cheeks. “Thank you,” she whispered meekly, looking up at Draco from underneath her lashes.

Draco’s hands lingered on Y/N’s rosy cheeks for a moment, losing themselves in the softness and warmth of her skin. Eventually, his hands fell back to their place.

“You sure you don’t want me to fill in for you?” Draco asked. “Even if it’s just for a bit? It looks like you could use some sleep.”

Y/N pursed her lips in thought, beginning to fiddle with the fabric of her green coat. “As enticing as this sounds, I’ll pass. I’ll just take a power nap and get back to work then.”

“Fine. If you insist.”

Draco left Y/N sitting on his desk and moved to the other side of the room. He rummaged through one of his cabinets, and judging by the fact that he spent a good minute or so searching for whatever it was he was looking for, Y/N figured he had placed an Extension Charm on it.

“What are you looking for?” she wondered aloud, curiously trying to see what it was that Draco was looking for.

A beat passed before Draco pulled out what appeared to be a white blanket from the drawer. He moved with steady steps toward his couch on the left side of the room, dropping the blanket. He quirked an eyebrow, gesturing to the couch. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

Y/N’s eyes sparkled. She hopped down from the desk, making her way to the makeshift bed with a lopsided smile, her eyes fixed on silver hues that were as magnetizing as the night sky. “Forget Snow White.” She took off her shoes and nestled herself comfortably on the couch as Draco draped the blanket over her body. “You’re my own fairy godmother.”

“I have no idea what that is either,” Draco replied. His fingers twitched as he got the urge to brush the hair out of Y/N’s face. But before he got the chance to do it, she moved her hand to her face and placed the stray strands behind her ears.

Y/N closed her eyes, tugging the blanket higher. “That’s your loss.”

Draco looked away, his eyes alight with mirth–a sight that only Y/N could paint with her simple presence. He took his wand from the pocket of his coat, waving it around to turn the lights off. “Don’t sleep too much.” Draco placed a gentle kiss on Y/N’s forehead, admiring the way her long lashes lifted to expose her crystalline eyes. “I’ll send you a Patronus to make sure you wake up.”

“Enjoy dinner, Draco,” Y/N called, closing her eyes and surrendering to a much-needed sleep.

Draco stood by the doorframe, watching her drift to sleep. “Sweet dreams, darling.” He gently closed the door and walked down to the hospital’s apparition point, looking forward to get this pathetic dinner over and done with so that he could laugh about it the next day with Y/N.

To say that dinner was a complete catastrophe would be an understatement. It was an utter debacle. Draco’s parents didn’t settle for setting him up with a potential pureblooded wife. They went as far as attempting to sever relationships to secure him one.

Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy desperately tried to match him with his Hogwarts classmate and friend Daphne Greengrass. However, their perpetual attempts at laying the red carpet for Daphne and creating utopian scenarios were proven futile when Draco disclosed that his potential wife was already involved in a relationship.

And when his parents had found out that she was dating a halfblood, they tried to convince Mr. and Mrs. Greengrass to consider a betrothal between the two families to strengthen ties and remain within the bounds of the sacred twenty-eight.

When the Greengrasses refused to entertain this notion, Draco was sure that whatever his parents were planning next was going to be disastrous. He had already rejected the idea of courting his best friend Pansy Parkinson. At this rate, the next candidate was either going to be Millicent Bulstrode or his parents were going to wait for the birth of Avery’s daughter to wed her to Draco when she becomes of age.

It was seven in the evening when Draco opened the door to his office, sauntering in with a steamy cup of coffee in his hand. His eyes couldn’t help but travel to the couch, finding the blanket that Y/N was covered with neatly folded.

He smiled, an image of Y/N’s sleeping figure popping into his head. He decided to leave the blanket, knowing that she was most likely going to need a nap sometime during the day, considering she was spending hours on end at the hospital.

A knock echoed in Draco’s ears, causing him to slightly wince. Whoever was assaulting the door, he was sure wasn’t Y/N. “Yes?” he sighed, leaning back against the chair and placing his hands on the armrests. His door creaked open as another Healer walked in.

“Healer Malfoy,” his colleague, Healer Abbott, greeted. She walked further inside the office with papers in her hand.

“Abbott,” Draco nodded, eyeing the papers. “What’s that you got?”

“A couple of papers that need your signature. They’re discharge orders for Auror Potter.”

Draco’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “He was just admitted yesterday.”

Healer Abbot pursed her lips, extending the papers. “I’m well aware. Except that he says he doesn’t require our services anymore.”

That bloody wanker. “Believe me, Abbott. I want him out of this establishment far more than he does,” Draco admitted. He pushed back the papers that the Healer brought, looking for Harry’s file. “But even ‘The Chosen One’ doesn’t have the healing abilities of a bloody phoenix. I’m going to need someone to check on him, preferably Y/N if she’s here or coming in later.”

Healer Abbott shook her head. “Healer Y/L/N is not coming in today.”

“Why?” Draco asked, not recalling Y/N having told him that she’s taking the day off.

“She had a particularly long shift yesterday. From what I heard, Head Healer Malachai told her to get some rest today.”

“Fine,” Draco sighed, handing Healer Abbott Harry’s file. “He’s your responsibility until I get back. Don’t let him out of your sight.”

“For the last time, Mrs. Hoffman. I’m not interested in courting your granddaughter.”

“Well, it’s a shame to hear you say that, dearie,” the old woman said. She looked up at the young Healer, her brown eyes shifting color when touched by light. “Such a handsome young man like yourself deserves a charming young witch by their side.”

“Perhaps, but not as young as your granddaughter,” Draco replied. He let his focus back on the clipboard he was holding onto, jutting down notes based on the diagnostic charm he casted on Mrs. Hoffman a few minutes ago.

“She’ll be of age in just a few months time.”

Draco quirked an eyebrow, his squill scratching against the parchment. “And when will that be exactly?”

Mrs. Hoffman’s eyebrows knitted in focus. She tapped her index finger against her chin, trying to remember the exact date of her granddaughter’s birthday. Draco waited patiently for her to answer, holding his breath as he counted down the seconds. “I have no clue.”

“Do you at least remember her name?”

Mrs. Hoffman looked confused. “Who’s name, dearie?”

Draco sighed, marking down the new information on his clipboard. While the witch didn’t seem to be making too much progress, her state was much better than Lockhart’s. Draco winced as he remembered that buffoon, thankful that he was someone else’s responsibility and not his. The last time the Head Healer assigned him Lockhart, the man tried to convince him to frame one of his autographed headshots. The man might’ve been dealing with permanent memory loss, but even a charm as strong as Obliviate never managed to wipe out his narcissism or his putrid attitude.

Draco bid his goodbyes to Mrs. Hoffman, promising to check on her again tomorrow. He closed the door behind him, strolling down the corridor to check on his other patients. As soon as he exited the Fayette Barlowe Ward, he found himself almost tackled to the ground by one of his colleagues.

“Abbott, what the bloody hell is wrong with you?” Draco snarled, holding Healer Abbot by the elbows.

The Healer stepped back, trying to catch her breath. “Malfoy,” she exhaled, placing one hand on her heart. “I’ve been searching the entirety of St. Mungo’s for you!”

Draco looked her up and down, his nose scrunching. “What do you want that’s so urgent?”

“We need you for an emergency surgery.”

“And why exactly is that? The last time I checked, this institution is overflooding with Healers, so why is it that you need me in particular?” Draco watched as Healer Abbot shifted uncomfortably in place. Her eyes darted from side to side, trying their best to avoid being caught by Draco’s silver hues. “Don’t tell me it’s bloody Potter again. I swear if–”

“It’s Healer Y/L/N,” the woman blurted, looking remorseful. “She’s in a critical state and needs immediate medical attention.”

The world tilted on its axis without prior warning, causing a sudden static noise to echo in Draco’s ears. The Healer paled, stricken by fear as he watched with dazed and frantic eyes the woman in front of him. “Y/N?” he whispered. Without waiting for an answer, Draco made a mad dash toward the Operations Ward, pushing and screaming at anyone who stood in the way. With a shaky breath and unsteady heartbeats, he pushed the doors of the ward open. “Where the bloody hell is Healer Y/L/N?”

“In here, Healer Malfoy,” one of the junior Healers called.

Draco threw his clipboard and quill aside, urgently moving to assess Y/N. “Preliminary diagnostic results?” he asked, his eyes skimming over her frail figure.

Y/N’s skin was ashen, even paler than his own. A trail of blood hugged the side of her forehead, oozing from a large gash that taunted Draco. Her long lashes met together, keeping her eyes away from sight. The veins on her eyelids ice blue like frozen constellations engraved on her skin. Her chest barely rose and fell, her figure appearing almost dead.

Draco hurried to press his fingers against the side of her neck, next to her Adam’s apple, checking with unsteady fingers for any sign of a pulse. He searched for a good couple of seconds, holding his own breath to make sure his thundering hope wouldn’t be deceiving him.

“Concussion, Bradycardia, Pneumonitis.”

“Fuck,” Draco breathed as he hurried to place the pulse oximeter on Y/N’s finger. His eyes hurried to check the value, his heart falling to the pit of his stomach when it showed 88%. “Hypoxemia.”

“Healer Malfoy,” Healer Bones said, her eyes switching between Y/N and Draco. “What’s the best course of action to take now?”

Draco gulped. He swayed on his feet, his hands rushing to grab the bars around Y/N’s bed. Blood rushed to his head, invading all his senses. A tumultuous surge of fear and trepidation froze him in place.

The sight of Y/N’s lips turning blue with every beep from the ECG monitor caused him to lose his mind. A hot and scorching sensation shot through his whole body, rendering him unable to do anything but internally scream.

He attempted to occlude all those thoughts of Y/N being covered by a white cloth and taken away from him, but no matter how much he tried to compartmentalize, he found himself failing miserably.

Healer Bones leaned over Y/N’s frail body, slightly obscuring her from sight. “Healer Malfoy?” she asked, loud and clear. Concern was evident in her eyes along with a look of distress.

Suddenly, Y/N’s voice rang in Draco’s ears. ‘I may be a Healer, but I know I’d lose my composure if someone I cared about entered the doors of St. Mungo’s all bloodied and bruised.’

His fear almost caused him to rush out the doors of the Operations Ward and request for another Healer to come and heal Y/N before it was too bloody late. But a part of him couldn’t let her out of his sight. When the ECG monitor beeped continuously, indicating that Y/N’s already scarce heartbeat was coming to a stop, something snapped in Draco.

“Bones, administer muggle CPR to Y/N at once. Elliot, clear her airways, Abbott, do something about that concussion, and leave the rest to me.” Draco took out his wand, pointing it at Y/N’s chest, watching with a sweaty forehead the ECG monitor while everyone began to tackle their assigned tasks. “You’re not dying on me, darling. Or else you’ll be giving me a reason to commit the crime I was once too bloody petrified to go through.”

Y/N’s eyelids felt heavy, as if something was weighing them down. Her chest constricted, pain surging through her veins all the way to her heart when she breathed too hard. The darkness behind her eyelids was too much to bear. The possibility of never opening her eyes again caused her to fight for the light she wished to feel.

Her fingers twitched, involuntarily at first. But as soon as she felt someone’s soft fingers curled around hers, she fought the feeling of numbness that immobilized her. With great effort, she moved her fingers once more. She could feel the chill that sparked through her body, recognizing the familiar metal of a ring against her skin. “Draco,” she whispered, the hand that held hers intertwining their fingers together.

“Y/N, darling.” A voice said, sounding hoarse. “Open your eyes for me.”

She followed after the voice like a lovesick teenage girl following after her crush. Y/N clung to the softness of that voice, its mellifluous sound carrying itself in her ears. She suddenly found herself opening her eyes to the world, infinite possibilities unveiling before her as though she was just reborn.

Clearing her throat, she craned her neck to the side, finding her favorite pair of silver eyes already staring at her. “Hey, dragon.” Y/N smiled, losing herself in the feeling of ecstasy that governed her senses when a laugh escaped his lips. “Fancy seeing you here.”

“You are unbelievable, witch. You almost die, and that’s the first thing that comes out of your mouth when you wake up?” Draco asked, absentmindedly tracing stars on Y/N’s skin.

“I missed you. Is that better?”

“Much better,” Draco grinned, gazing at the witch who inhabited his mind. He moved his hand to touch her cheek, letting his fingers trail across her slightly heated skin. Y/N closed her eyes, humming in contentment at the magic that coursed through her blood due to Draco’s touch. “I love you.”

Y/N eyes shot open, afraid that she was diving too deep into the feeling to find the shore. But when she laid her alert eyes on Draco, she found him smiling at her with nothing but sheer adoration in his eyes. “I’m sorry. I think I misheard you.”

“No, you didn’t,” he replied swiftly, keeping a tight hold on her hand. His heartbeats thundered in his chest as love rippled in his very core. “I love you. Not as a friend, not as a sister. As the one person that made my world crash and burn when they wheeled her into the bloody Operations Ward.”

“Draco, where’s all that coming from?” Y/N said, her other hand reaching to cradle her bandaged head, attempting to fight the dizziness that threatened to rip her away from this moment.

Draco looked her in the eye, feeling his knees weaken at the sight of the universe that unveiled before his own silver orbs. “When I heard that you were caught in that bloody attack, and when I saw you lifeless on that bed, Y/N, I almost died.”

“You… you what?”

“I almost died,” he admitted. “Out of fear, despair, anger. Out of every dark emotion out there. Because… because you’re the reason I’m so alive, Y/N. You are, and always have been, the one person that makes me forgo of every bit of control I foolishly assume I hold when in your presence.”

“Draco,” Y/N breathed, a single tear falling from the edge of her lashes. “Do you mean that?”

“Yes. I’ve never meant anything more than this.”

Y/N smiled, her tears welling up with more tears. She reached for Draco’s face, cradling his cheeks. “I love you too, Draco Malfoy. With every beat of my heart.”

Draco captured Y/N’s lips in his, melting against the sweetness of her blazing touch. He smiled, capturing her bottom lip and nibbling slightly on it, feeling the whole world fall into place. Maybe fate wasn’t such a pain in the ass; maybe it was even appealing. Because Y/N’s kisses made him believe in fate–in a world where everything was right, and all the stars were aligned just for them.

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mediocre-daydreams · 1 year

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you go pumpkin picking with james

(769) // james potter has no idea what a pumpkin looks like...

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“i thought they’d be… smaller.” james stares down at a pumpkin with his arms crossed and a disappointed look on his face. “and i thought they’d be cuter.”

“hey, don’t talk to gourdon like that!” you pressed yourself to james’ back and looped your arms through his. your head poked out so you could admire ‘gourdon.’ gourdon was admittedly not the prettiest. he was slightly dented on one side and coated in a layer of dry, dusty dirt.

“gourdon?” james wondered, craning his neck to look back at you. you raised your eyebrows, challenging him to question you. james grinned. “okay, okay, gourdon.”

“have some respect, would you? this is a very important muggle tradition and i feel like you’re not taking my culture seriously.”

james crouched down and brushed the dirt off gourdon. he examined the pumpkin for a moment and then patted it decisively. he looked up at you, pouting. “gourdon says he doesn’t want to come home with us.”

“yeah, because you were being mean to him.”

“babe, look me in the eye and tell me that gourdon is cute.”

“cuter than you,” you mumbled.

“hey!” james wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close until you were flush against his chest. james was tall. he bent down until his face was close enough to yours that his breath tickled your cheeks. it was cold enough to see the puffs of air coming from his mouth. “are you gonna leave me for gourdon?”

you shook your head and your nose scrunched in distaste. “don’t be stupid,” you chided. james opened his mouth, most likely to protest the teasing nickname, but you were quick to shut him up with a kiss. when you pulled back, james was smiling—smiling stupidly.

“okay, whatever, you win,” james conceded, rubbing his nose against yours.

you gave him another chaste peck before gently pushing yourself away. “we still have to find a proper pumpkin,” you said. “we can find a small one, if you’d like, but that’ll make it harder to carve.”

james took your hand, threading his fingers through yours. despite having bundled up this omrning, the october chill had made the tips of your fingers numb. james was always warm, and you melted into his touch like a chocolate chip softening in the oven.

james swung your intertwined hands as the two of you wandered through haphazard rows of pumpkins, smiling to the little kids running around the field. “i used to be one of those kids,” you said, watching as a boy with a thick, wool sweater waved furiously at his parents to come see the pumpkin he’d chosen. “i can’t imagine not doing this every year. i mean, have you never gone pumpkin picking to make pumpkin juice or pumpkin pie or anything?”

james hummed. “well, you know i’m not much of a cook. we buy our pumpkin juice and my mom’s only made pumpkin pie once, but not with the whole pumpkin.” james hesitated. “don’t laugh, but i honestly thought pumpkins were like… berries. y’know, like strawberries or blueberries in fruit juice.”

you looked up at james, whose cheeks were pink—from the cold or from embarrassment, you weren’t sure. “you’ve… you’ve never seen a pumpkin before?”

“well, i have now!” james pouted at you.

you sighed, smiling contentedly at him. you imagined you must’ve looked stupidly in love too. “i’ll cut you some slack, but only because you’re paying. now hurry up! i wanna find a good one before they’re all gone.” you started to walk again but didn’t get far. james hadn’t followed and was firmly rooted in place, holding you back. you peered back at him in confusion.

“c’mere,” he said, tugging on your arm. james fiddled with your scarf, straightening it out and securing the knot tighter. he stepped back to admire his work.

“what was that? my scarf is fine,” you frowned.

“no, it wasn’t fine. i didn’t tie it for you,” james countered. “but now it’s got the potter touch, and all is well. however, i do require payment for my services.”

you rolled your eyes. your hands went up to cup james’ cheeks and he shivered at your frigid fingers. tipping his head down, you planted a kiss on his rosy nose. “you just want kisses.”

“you caught me,” james said, throwing his hands up in defeat. “but it worked, didn’t it?”

you clapped your hands, signaling the end of the discussion. you rubbed your palms together. “okay, greedy boy, it’s pumpkin-pumpkin-pumpkin time!”

“okay, pretty girl. let’s go go go pick some pumpkins-pumpkins-pumpkins.”

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robynlilyblack · 2 years

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Rainy day

Regulus Black x fem! reader

[Requested – see request here]

Summary: Y/n shows Regulus what the muggle world has to offer on a rainy day

Warnings: one bit where he admires the readers arse but really is just fluffy fluff fluff, best friends that are more than a little bit in love with each other

A/n: 1.7k words, reader is a muggleborn, her house isn’t mentioned but it’s not Slytherin, first time writing for regulus so i hope i captured him alright, thank you for the request this one was so cute to write xx

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You were currently headed to meet your best friend since it was a Hogsmeade trip today. As you got to the meeting place and you looked through the archways watching the rain hammer down you pouted at the thought of walking all the way there in the atrocious weather.

“Hey” you turn to see your best friend and your heart skipped a little at his happy smile

You hug yourself a little “Hi” you greet with a similar smile which makes the boys heart melt

“You cold? You can have my jacket if you want I can go back and get another quickly?” he suggests looking warily out at the rain “Pretty miserable weather” he chuckles a little

“I kinda like it…” you say which earns you a head tilt “Well I like it when you don’t have to go out in it…” you bite your lip thinking “Hey my dormmates are all away home for the Easter holidays, you want to just hang in my dorm for the day?” you suggest looking up at him with doe eyes the boy could never say no to

He hesitates thinking for a second before he nods “Sure, lead the way” he says following you back to your common room

You and Regulus had been unlikely friends since you were paired together in first year, to start he kept his friendship with you private but after a fight about it in 3rd year and you not speaking to him for the rest of it, he begged you to give him another chance. After that you only grew closer, sure people in slithering disliked the friendship but they grew used to it, the relationship even helped Sirius and him grow closer again as it helped his older brother see he wasn’t like his parents. Of course, as the years went by you developed feelings for the boy but you never confessed, you were a muggleborn it just wasn’t in the cards, besides you weren’t sure he liked you like that anyway

As you got to the common room you peered around checking it was empty before taking Regulus’ hand in yours and pulling him quickly up the stairs and into your dorm room. As you gripped his hand Regulus could swear his heart was beating twice as fast, it didn’t help that all he could smell was your shampoo as you both jogged up the stairs, the scent making him a little dizzy

“Your dorms are a lot brighter than ours” Regulus notes as he walks in taking a seat on your bed

“How’d you know that was mine?” you ask as you plop yourself down next to him, trying to ignore the feeling in your stomach as your legs brush together

He leans backwards on the bed and picks up a little teddy wiggling it in front of you “You really think I’d forget buying you this in first year” he teases laughing as you snatch it from him and hold it to your chest “Can’t believe you still have it” he notes, his heart fluttering that you’ve kept it all these years

You stand up placing the bear on your bedside table “I keep everything you buy me”

He smiles eyes flicking around the room landing on a strange box “Y/n?” he tilts his head “What’s that thing?” he points to it, you follow his eyes and start giggling “This one of those times you laugh at me for being oblivious?” he starts chuckling as well unable to stop himself from laughing with you

“It’s called a tv, my roommate has one of those extendable suitcases because her dad was obsessed with Scamander. She used it to sneak us one into our dorm” you explain with an amused smile

“What does it do?” he asks before his eyes flick around the room “While we are on the subject, Siri had one of those in his room” he points to the record player in the corner

“That’s a record player, it plays music and the tv plays shows” he looks confused as you say ‘shows’ “You know what it’s probably easier to show you” you walk up to him “What do you want to see first?”

“Record player” he says with a smile watching as you nod before moving over to the other side of the room

His eyes widen as you kneel down on the floor seemingly going under the bed next to the device, he really shouldn’t have let his eyes linger on your arse as it was up in the air while you reached for something but he did, only looking away as he hears a distant click and cheer from you

“What were you doing?” he asks trying to keep his voice steady and cheeks from blushing

You glace back briefly before you begin flicking through the records “It requires electricity to work…like…so you how a spell needs the user’s energy to perform well a record player needs a flow of electricity to work” you explain, the elaborated version earning a hum from him

“Have you ever listened to muggle music?” you ask unsure if his brother had shown him, you both never really talked of muggle stuff that often

“No” he shakes his head

You nod gazing over the selection, eventually picking a record, peering at it for a second before sliding it out of its sleeve and placing it in the player. As you did you heard Regulus stand and walk over, your breath hitching slightly as he leans over your shoulder watching your movements. You press a little button getting the record player to start before lifting the nip and softly positioning it on the record being sure not to accidently scratch it

You look over your shoulder noses brushing accidentally as you didn’t realise how close he was standing behind you “Sorry” you giggle nervously as you pull back a little but continue to look at him

“It’s alright” he waves it off, not making an effort to move until he jumps cutely as the music plays a little loudly

“Oh sorry” you apologise moving to turn the volume down “Last time this was on we were celebrating a quidditch win and doing karaoke to ABBA” you explain he nodded like he understood but you were sure the last bit went over his head

A small smile appeared on his face as he enjoyed the music, he had to admit it was better than wizards, hearing this at one the many pure-blooded society balls he’d been dragged to would have livened it up significantly. As he thought, he noticed you had moved over to your bed, pulling out a stash of snacks from your drawer as your hips swayed and head bobbed to the music. He wondered what it would have been like if you were at one of those balls, what it be to dance with you…

It seemed his body moved before his head could process what he was doing, gently taking your hand and motioning for you to dance with him. Your eyes light up, letting him twirl you around as you both giggled together dancing around your dorm, everything was so much easier when he was with you, he wished every day could be like this one

After a little more dancing you showed him some other muggle objects, like your polaroid camera which demonstrated to him by holding it out and taking a photo of the two of you. To which he then took a photo of you as you danced around on your way to steal one of your roommates’ things, a photo you didn’t notice him take nor put in his pocket.

As you spoke Regulus kept up with very little of it but he appreciated it non the less, he had to admire how cool some of the gadget were and was impressed with how muggles had invented them without magic. The thing he adored most was the how excited you got explaining it to him, he felt like he could listen to your soft voice forever.

As the day progressed you put on an animated film, the start you had to explain how it worked and that those weren’t really little people in the tv but then he stopped trying to understand and just enjoyed it. He adored the situation more when you stole all the pillows in the dorm and piled them up on your bed with some blankets and built a cosy little fort for you both to sit in

He looked down feeling your head nuzzle into his chest as your arms slithered their way around him “Y/n?” he whispers but you just hum sweetly in your sleep

He smiles, eyes flicking to the tv playing in the background before the digital clock, 22:34, it was getting late, he was a prefect so he could get away with being out after curfew but he didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by staying in your bed overnight.

As he gently attempted to remove himself you pouted in your sleep, a sight that was so adorable words couldn’t describe. Eventually he wiggled his way out and put a pillow in his place which you clutched onto. He grabbed his wand from your nightstand before pushing one of the buttons on the tv in attempt to turn it off but only seemed to pause it. He pressed another one which made the video speed up “Shit” he quietly curses before spotting a large button on the end, that one does the trick “Thank merlin” he sighs in relief although he’s a bit nervous he broke it in some way

Before he leaves he writes a little note explaining he left for you to read when you woke up. As he places it on your bedside table he smiles at your sleeping figure, leaning forward to brush some of the hair from your face, fingers lingering there as his thumb ghosts over your cheek.

He places a kiss to your forehead, lips staying there for one second longer than could be considered platonic, pulling back but not removing his hand he smiles “Love you doll” he whispers lowly, stealing one last kiss as he lifts up one of your hands and gently presses his lips your knuckles before taking his leave

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artsymushu · 2 years

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His soundtrack

I've been thinking a lot lately about what kind of music would Fred listen to if he was a muggle, or if he was alive in our timeline.

I really like the idea of him turning on a muggle radio and falling in love with Queen and Bon Jovi. Him bonding with his father because they have something in common, and Arthur being so proud of his son's newest interest in muggles. Him stopping any muggle born at Hogwarts just to find out more about our music. Him, who already loved dancing to The Weird Sister's songs with his little sister, slowly introducing Ginny to muggle music too. And muggle songs playing at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, making the scared muggle born children feel suddenly welcome in the wizarding world the first time they step into Diagon Alley.

Fred's passion for music has been on my mind for a long time, it's one of my favourite headcanons and I'm trying to make a playlist for him now.

I have some ideas, but I would love to hear what other songs do people relate Fred to. What do you think??

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tomriddlehyperfixataion · 8 months

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Fear street - 1942

i have fear street brainrot now that its getting back into the spoopy months so here have this from my brain-Fear street au/dumb idea of mine of Tom Riddle being put in situations.

#yeah i just like putting him in situations on c.ai #and this has been coming to mind recently #idk just a hogwarts funded summer trip for the upcoming 6th years and it goes horribly wrong #(and maybe its an x reader where Tom falls for the cynical muggleborn from Shady side-whose family had 'escaped' shady side when they #found out she was a witch and moved out to the uk to keep her safe and shes super desensitised to the cycle and doesnt give a fuck anymore #and that intriges Tom)#tom riddle x reader #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle #fear street au #anyways welcome to my brain~

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dreamcubed · 2 years

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cruel summer | draco malfoy x reader

song; cruel summer [taylor swift] pairing; draco malfoy x muggle-born!gender neutral!reader genre; angst, forbidden love word count; 2,5k timeline; a couple years after the battle of hogwarts warnings; swearing, discrimination (muggle-borns), arguments, alcohol consumption, mentions of war summary; their relationship was never meant to be, and y/n knew that, but a part of them hoped that draco would be willing to fight for them and their love in the face of familial expectations

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"i don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you."

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Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined that you, a muggle-born, would end up falling in love with a member of one the most pure-blood supremacist families in the wizarding world. Everyone knew the Malfoys to be one of the most traditional muggle-born-hating families to exist: so much so that they might as well be descendants of Salazar Slytherin. If only that had been a warning you took seriously at the beginning of the Summer.

It had all started at a party to celebrate the anniversary of Voldemort's final defeat, where you ran into Draco Malfoy for the first time since the Battle of Hogwarts. Maybe it was a combination of booze and what the party was celebrating that made you open-minded to talking to him. After all, if he was still the death eater you knew of back in school, why would he celebrate his Lord's demise?

You two had never actually spoken before that party: Draco didn't know who you were at all, which didn't surprise you as you didn't have the same significant presence that he did. Maybe that was why he so willingly spoke to you at first - he had no idea you were a muggle-born until it was too late.

That party was where he had spotted you, stood under the mellow light of the outdoor decking with fire whiskey in hand. You had looked alone, and he had felt alone, so he decided to walk over with the hope that you wouldn't turn him away for being a Malfoy like most people did. You didn't, and it wasn't long before the both of you were leaving the party to enter the quiet of the night, like you were on some kind of fever dream high.

You wish you hadn't caught feelings that night: but some shiny toys were too irresistible to not indulge in.

Even now, as you looked over at Draco sleeping peacefully on the other half of your bed, you couldn't help but feel suffocated. This love was killing you slowly, yet, as if mocking you, the moon and stars still shone in tranquility out the window.

He frequently snuck over to your flat in Diagon Alley, as he still lived in Malfoy Manor with his parents, and Lucius particularly would never allow a mudblood over, nor be happy to find out his son was dating one. You were hopeless in the way you were still waiting for the day he would stand proud and introduce you as the love of his life to his family, for better or for worse. Despite the fact you knew he probably never would, and that he would eventually leave you to marry a pure-blood, you couldn't bring yourself to leave him first.

"What doesn't kill me makes me want you more," you whispered aloud into the bedroom as a wave of sadness hit you. You had no idea what to do.

The feeling you had was blue, but it had been so exciting learning about the shape of post-death eater Draco's life: it was new and exhilarating.

It had been a cruel summer with him, but you weren't sure if you wanted it to end or not.

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When you woke up the next day, he was gone. That was of no surprise to you, in fact it happened more often than it didn't, but it still felt like another arrow to the heart. Nonetheless, you didn't have time to dwell on it, as work awaited you. You weren't rich like Draco, so you couldn't afford to slack off work whenever you weren't feeling fully up to it - something that you had to explain to him in the past when he asked you to go on a date during the day on a Tuesday.

Unfortunately, upon arriving at work, you were bombarded with so many new projects that you had to work until it was dark: which was especially bad as the days were still at summertime length. When you were finally able to leave, your stomach grumbled, which made you groan at the sight of all the closed shops along Diagon Alley.

Knowing that Draco's sudden arrival the previous day had prevented your weekly food shopping from happening, meaning your cupboards and fridge were empty, you decided to venture through the Leaky Cauldron and out into muggle London. As a muggle-born yourself, you knew all too well how muggles were infamous for their 24/7 establishments.

Apparently the street that the Leaky Cauldron sat on was not like that, apart from a small laundromat that was sat on the corner. You caught sight of a vending machine just within the window of the place, and breathed a sigh of partial relief as you headed over and through the glass doors. Light was bouncing off your cheeks as you pushed some muggle change you kept out of habit into the coin slot, and pressed the codes for a few different items: nothing healthy, of course. Not that there was anyone there to judge you, since the place was abandoned apart from a couple running washing machines and tumble dryers.

"Baby, there you are."

You turned around with widened eyes at the recognition of the voice.

"I was just in the Leaky Cauldron and you walked right past me," your boyfriend said, clearly somewhat hurt as his eyebrows were furrowed.

You shrugged, "Didn't see you, sorry."

"You're mad at me."

"No, I'm not." It was partially the truth: you weren't majorly angry with him. You were just tired of being his secret, to the point that you felt like you were being suffocated without ever dying.

Draco pursed his lips, watching as you took your snacks out of the vending machine. "I'm sorry I left without saying anything. I didn't want to wake you."

"You couldn't have left a note? Where did you even go anyway?" You could sense that your tone was taking on a sharper edge, even though you didn't intend for that.

"I had to get back home before my parents realised I didn't sleep there and started asking questions."

You rolled your eyes.

"What? You know I struggle to lie to them - they would just find ou-"

"So?" you snapped, "Is it that bad dating me? Aren't you proud to be my boyfriend?"

"Baby, you know how my parents are-"

"You're a grown man, Draco! Maybe it's time you fucking acted like one."

He fell into silence for a few seconds, watching as tears pricked in the corners of your eyes. "Look, these are trying times, Y/N."

"Are they? Are they really? Voldemort's gone, Draco, gone for good!" your voice broke as you spoke.

Draco opened his mouth to say something, but you kept going.

"But if these really are trying times, why aren't you trying?"

He had nothing to say in response to that, which landed another arrow in your heart. You waited for him to cut to the bone, to say something - anything - but he just stood there with his mouth glued shut. You wondered if he even knew that he was cutting you open with the knife he had crafted that summer.

It didn't matter, because he was never the first person you went to when you were bleeding. Not out of choice, though: he was only around you when he wanted to be, never when you wanted. As a result, he was always the last to know of your hurt.

"Come on," he said, "I don't want to argue with you. Let's get drunk and forget about all this."

You knew you shouldn't let the argument marinate, but you were too tired to argue further, so agreed and went with him.

The hurt returned when he apparated you both to a muggle bar across town: he had never taken you to a wizard bar out of fear of someone seeing you with him and it getting back to his parents. Nonetheless, you swallowed the lump in your throat and followed him inside.

As Draco ordered the drinks, you sat at the bar near to a woman who appeared about your age, and she looked you up and down carefully.

"Are you alright?" she asked, "If you don't mind me asking."

"It's cool," you sighed, "And, yeah, I'm fine. Just here to forget."

She nodded in understanding as Draco took the seat beside you.

"This your boyfriend?" she asked.

The blond-haired man made eye contact with the woman, and smiled, "Yeah, I am."

It was moments like this when he was honest and happy about your relationship that you cherished, even though it was only ever around muggle strangers. Despite that interaction lightening your mood a bit, you quickly downed the whiskey Draco had ordered you, and asked the bartender for a second. And then a third. And then a fourth.

And then so many that you were too drunk to apparate - as was Draco, despite not drinking nearly as much as you. As the more sober of the two of you, he was the one who called a taxi.

You were the one who taught him how to do that: it was just one of many ways you had impacted his life and left a permanent mark.

The alcohol was deep in your system - and you were famous for being an emotional drunk. The same feelings you had been trying to suppress rippled to the surface in soft waves, as you began silently sobbing in the backseat of the taxi. Luckily, the driver had the divider between the front and back up, so the only person to see you begin to cry like a baby was Draco.

"Babe-"

"I'm fine." It wasn't the truth: anyone could have deduced that.

Draco sighed, shifting across the seat to embrace you. You pushed him away.

"Please stop being mad at me," he pleaded.

You looked at him with your blurry vision, trying your best to blink away tears. "You don't get it-" you hiccuped, "-do you?"

He shook his head gently - so gently you wouldn't have noticed it if your attention wasn't solely on him.

"I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you."

"I wish it was that easy, babe, but-"

"For fuck's sake, Draco!" you snapped, shocking him into silence, "I love you! I don't want to just be your secret!"

He stared at you blankly, which made you scoff.

"Ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?"

Draco had nothing to say in response. In fact, he remained silent even as the taxi stopped along the street of the Leaky Cauldron, where you got out without a farewell to him. He watched with his lips sealed as you approached the pub and disappeared through the door. You wish you knew what he was thinking about that entire journey, but at the same time you didn't.

Your body lulled you through the motions of post-break up grief over the next week, as you had convinced yourself that it was over between the two of you. How could it not be? You had heard nothing from Draco since, and as a result you were crying yourself to sleep every night. Every morning was a drag to get yourself to work, and even your supervisor had commented that your efficiency was nowhere near the optimum level.

Never before had you experienced this amount of heartbreak - and over Draco Malfoy of all people.

You supposed that you had known all along that this is how it would end: this fate had been sealed from the moment you secretly left that party with him. The adrenaline rush of doing something no one else knew about had gradually worn off, and with it went your ignorance of the inevitable. For some reason you couldn't decipher, you had held a slither of hope that Draco would gain the courage to go public. You were delusional, of course - you realised that now.

It was two weeks after you saw Draco last when you heard a knock on your door. The time was well past ten, and you weren't expecting anyone, so you let a confused frown overtake your face. You hadn't been crying, thank Merlin, as you were past the sobbing phase, having entered the internal void phase. You felt empty and useless, but at least you were presentable.

You were surprised to see Draco stood there with a bouquet of flowers.

Sparing the apparent gift a glance, you looked up at the man holding it and said in the most unbothered tone you could muster, "What are you doing here, Malfoy?"

"Apologising," he said quickly, holding out the bouquet to you.

You accepted it, but graced him with a sceptical expression nonetheless.

"Y/N, I'm sorry for acting ashamed of you - I was hiding in my own cowardice and being selfish because of it. You're right, I'm a grown man and I need to act like one - I can't be afraid of my parents any longer," he took a breath, then continued, "I want my friends to know that you're mine, and I want your friends to know that I'm yours, but most importantly... I want my parents to know that I'd choose you over any pure-blood every single day of the week."

Your nonchalant façade had fallen during his speech, leaving your jaw dropped slightly and your eyes widened.

"I love you, Y/N L/N," his lips then stretched into a devilish grin, "Ain't that the worst thing you've ever heard?"

Tears trickled down your cheeks as you let a smile settle on your face, surprised and touched that he remembered what you said to him. You had started to believe he didn't pay that much attention to you, but if he remembered something you said in the heat of the moment two weeks ago... that had to count for something.

"I was hoping you'd join me for dinner at Malfoy Manor tomorrow," he said softly, "It's mainly my father you have to worry about, but, trust me, I'll defend you."

"Really?"

He nodded, "I'm not losing you - I can't. I'm sorry it took me all summer to do this."

"It's been a cruel summer," you chuckled, gazing down at the flowers in your hands: lilies, your favourite.

"Will you come to dinner?"

You sighed, meeting Draco's eyes and leaving him hanging just for a couple seconds, before saying, "Of course I will, Draco."

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written; 22/06/2022 —> 13/07/2022 published; 14/07/2022 edited; —/—/——

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thehalfbloodedwitch · 2 years

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HEYY HRU? I have a question, say y/n was a hufflepuff /muggleborn, and Draco had a REALLLY REAALLLY big crush on her. How’d you think he’d go about asking her out 🫢

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HEYYY!! I'M FINE!! What about youuuu??

Omggg, Y/n hufflepuff and muggleborn and Draco having a crush on her??? Tell me about it!

He'd literally be so scared to go and ask her out at all! Like, he would go in front of her and just stare at her for a minute or two until Y/n would be like "What's the matter?" And all he could say would be, "Uhh, well, so basically I " and by then Y/n would be fed up and would leave him and go when he stops her by grabbing her hand (Y/n gets major butterflies after this) and says it as fast as he can, "Ihaveacrushonyou" and Y/n would be a blushing mess, she would go like, "Could you repeat?" Even though she heard him clearly the first time, "I have a crush on you, I-I like you" and his hand still grabbing her hand tightly which she squeezes to assure him that she too likes him and he would grin the entire day like an idiot who won his prize which is of course, Y/n!!!

I could make a headcanons of this tbh

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Hello, can I request draco x muggleborn! reader where the reader is actually a member of the royal family in the muggle world?

family relations

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Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Princess!Muggleborn!Reader

Being a Muggleborn was hard in the wizarding world. Especially when confronted with people who didn't believe that you were worthy of having magical powers.

But being a Muggleborn while dating Draco Malfoy, practically magic royalty? Now that was a whole other story.

Draco didn't care that you weren't a Pureblood. He loved you regardless of that. His mother was the same, she was just happy that her son found someone to love and cherish.

Lucius was the problem.

Ever since Draco decided to tell his parents about your relationship, his father made it very obvious to him how much he disliked you and didn't approve of you. You'd never even met the guy and he already hated you.

But that was all going to change because Draco had decided to take you to his house for dinner during spring break.

"Are you sure you want me to come? I don't want to be the reason you fight with your father" you had asked Draco one night before while you were lying on the couch in the Slytherin common room.

"I'm sure. My mother has been insisting that she meets you and we've put it off enough. I don't care what my father has to say, I'll still love you no matter what" he explained, pecking your lips to reassure you.

"Have you told them the 'thing' about me?" you asked quietly, not trusting that others wouldn't hear your secret and make a big deal out of it.

"Not yet, figured I should wait and we'll tell them over dinner. Maybe my father will come around and respect you when he hears"

You thought for a second and nodded, leaning back into Draco's embrace and letting the warmth emanating from his body envelop you and lull you into a peaceful sleep.

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"Are you sure about this? Last chance to run" you told Draco as you stood in front of Malfoy Manor, your hand tightly gripping his.

“Love, I’m sure. Are you sure you’re up for this? We don’t have to if you want to” he turned to you and put the hand that wasn’t holding yours on your cheek.

You looked him in the eye for a minute, feeling safe and sound as you let his eyes calm you down.

“Let’s do this. Together” you finally spoke up, determined to get this over with and make it work.

Draco smiled and leaned down, pecking your lips and then forehead.

As you sarted walking towards the front entrance, a million thoughts started racing through your mind.

You were so engrossed in your own mind that you didn’t even notice you were already standing in front of the large black oak doors, Draco having already knocked.

A small, petite house elf opened the door and bowed immediately to his master, scrambling to usher you inside.

“Master Draco, your presence has been highly anticipated. Mistress Y/N, your presence has been waited upon as well. Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa are waiting for you in the dining hall” the elf explained before quickly hurrying down the corridor and entering, what you presumed was, the kitchen.

“Ready?” Draco whispered, standing in front of you and holding your arms.

You nodded, giving him a small smile.

He returned it and pecked your forehead before taking your hand again and entering the room.

Lucius was sitting at the head of the long dining table and Narcissa was sitting next to him, smiling once he saw you entering.

“My boy, oh how I’ve missed you” she got up once we reached her and enveloped Draco in a tight hug, the boy returning the gesture.

When they pulled away, Narcissa turned to you and smiled.

“Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you” you said swiftly, tryinf to calm your nerves.

“You’re even more beautiful than Draco described” she gushed and pulled you in a hug, chuckling when she heard Draco swear under his breath.

A sudden cough made you all freeze. Narcissa pulled away from you and turned to her husband, gesturing for you to sit down next to him.

“This is my husband, Lucius. Lucius, you remember Y/N from Draco’s letters, don’t you?” Narcissa put her hand on his shoulder, most probably considering she could take control of the situation.

“I remember her vividly. The Mudblood, of course” he spit, venom clear as day in his voice.

“Father!” Draco hissed, glaring at him.

“I thought I told you to never bring this Mudblood into my house. What is she doing here?” Lucius asked Draco, glaring at you from the corner of his eye.

“You will not speak to her that way. She is not a Mudblood and she is certainly not your common Muggleborn” he said and stopped, looking at you for approval.

You gave him a small smile and nodded, resting your hand on his leg in order to keep him calm.

“Oh, she’s special now, isn’t she? Do tell me, what could possibly make this girl special?”

“I’m a member of the Royal Family” you spoke up for the first time in front of Lucius before Draco could speak.

The silence that filled the room was thick, almost deafening. Lucius was staring at you like you had grown two heads, Narcissa was beaming at you and Draco was sitting back in his chair, enjoying the reaction from his father.

“Excuse me?” Lucius finally said, his face as white as a sheet.

“I’m a member of the Muggle Royal Family. Quite literally a princess”

Lucius was silent for a minute, deep in thought, before he slowly nodded.

“In that case, I would like to apologize for my harsh words and behavior towards you, Y/N. You have my blessing to date my son and consider this your home from this day forward” he nodded curtly and stood up, walking away from you three and leaving the room.

You turned to look at Draco, whose smile was as wide and bright as the Sun.

“Told you” he said, making you roll your eyes.

You were just glad his parents finally approved of you and Lucius came around.

Because there was no way in hell you were leaving Draco.

Ever.

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