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cleake · 5 months

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OMGGGGG can u do one where Draco has a crush on Gryffindor! Muggleborn!reader, but she’s a muggle born so he bullies her, so nobody finds out, and after one particular harsh insult, she breaks down and runs away and bumps into Harry (she’s besties w the golden trio) and he comforts her and they share a kiss, and the next day during breakfast, the whole school sees the pair walk in hand in hand, Hermione and Ron r teasing them and Draco is left feeling rlly guilty?

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I enjoyed writing this (I’m working on other requests too, don’t worry :))

Warning: English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes

Draco didn’t like you, he despised you. At least he had to. How would it look, you, a muggleborn, being with him? A majestic pureblood? Absolutely no. What would his father think? What would the people think? What would The Dark Lord think? He’d be despised and disowned, that’s for sure. But he secretly wished and hoped that one day he could be lovely to you. He secretly wished and wanted to be kind to you, he secretly wanted to make you feel loved and cared for. But his job is to make you feel horrible, helpless, disgusting because of the horrendous blood that pumps in your veins. How tragic.

And this day was no different, Draco found you, cornered you with his words and that disappointed, disapproving scowl on his face.

„There you are, you filthy mudblood. Oh, how I was not looking forward to seeing you.” Lie. He couldn’t wait to see you. His heart was aching for it for the whole day, „What’s that? A potion book? You shouldn’t even be entitled to hold that, you disgrace.”

It hurts, doesn’t it? You could feel how your embarrassment, rage, and frustration filled your mind and heart, you could feel how your throat tightened around your neck and your lungs flattened, making it harder to breathe. You looked at him, Draco Malfoy, standing in front of you with unspeakable hatred and contempt.

„Leave me alone, Malfoy. It’s not like you don’t have other ‚mudbloods’ to tease.” You said, calmly as for someone who’s getting insulted by a spoiled brat. No, he can’t leave you, you’re not just one of the mudbloods, you’re the mudblood.

„Oh, talking back, are we?” He exclaimed, raising his eyebrows as he tilted his head, looking at you with wider eyes, „You shouldn’t be even allowed to talk to me. You shouldn’t even be allowed in this school. Your kind is a disgrace, disgusting excuses for wizards.” His face formed into a disgusted scowl again, his eyes caressed you up and down with contempt. How a muggle is so majestic, he thought, but he couldn’t tell you, not in a million years, he had to make his disgust for you known.

You sighed, annoyed and tired of Malfoy’s words as you tried to just walk away, trying to pass through him but no, he blocked your way and stood right in front of you, his eyes sharp with all the contempt he could muster.

„Where do you think you’re going, mudblood?” He asked in a lower, more threatening tone.

„My dorm room, now if you’ll excuse me.” You answered calmly again, not looking up at his face even, just trying to walk past him again. No, he grabbed your arm, his hand launching at it with a force that only a person full of hate could hold. You looked up at him and as you did his face was coming closer to yours, that scowl still there but something in his eyes changed. It wasn’t a big change, it was almost unnoticeable but you, someone who’s seen his disgusted face so many times, can tell that something’s different. His eyes were no longer sharp, his eyebrows lightly scrunched up, as if in an expression of desperation and small sadness. His lips were still a scowl and the corners of his nose were tight, tensed up, but you didn’t notice that.

„You’re staying here.” He said, his voice suddenly and surprisingly going softer, more delicate but still threatening, demanding. You both looked at each other for a moment in silence, trying to figure out what the other was thinking, what the other’s intentions were. He stared at you, at those eyes he desired to have for himself, at those lips he wanted to caress and kiss, at your cheeks that he wished he could hold and mark as his own. How unfair is this. How tragic. But you broke the moment of magic by shaking your head, Draco’s thoughts came back to reality and he had to pretend he was disgusted with you again.

„No, I’m not.” You said and snatched your arm away from him, walking away, your footsteps echoing and bouncing off the walls of the hallway, reminding him that soon they’ll disappear, that you’ll disappear. He can’t have that, he turned towards you again and his fingers brushed against your wrist gently, lightly, ghostly almost, as he desperately tried to hold onto you, to make you stay but you slipped away, continuing to walk, unaware of his hand, unaware of his feelings. He looked at you and his desperation mixed with his hatred for you, both of his feelings for you coming together in an honest, brutal rage.

„Come back, you! Come back, filthy mudblood! You have no right to turn your back on me! You’re nothing but a fool, a disgrace, a disappointment, a traitor! Do you think someone will accept you in the real world? Hogwarts is only protecting you for a while, afterwards you’ll be alone in this world! You’ll have no one to turn to, no one to talk to, no one to help you, just because of your filthy blood!” Just because of your filthy blood, he thought, just because you have to be disgusting, just because others see you as disgusting, he can’t admit that he sees you as beautiful, just because you’re beautiful he can’t deny your blood, „Your blood will never be forgotten! Your blood will always be a burden, and your blood will always be disgraced! You only deserve to be disgraced!” He yelled after you, your back turned towards him as if his words didn’t matter to you, as if they were just whistling of the wind. But his words did touch you in some way, you could feel how your heart started to tremble, how your face formed into a look of sadness and hurt, and how you lightly squeezed the book you shouldn’t be holding to your chest. What a horrible boy he is, can’t he give up already? No, he can’t.

„No one will care for you, no one will love you, no one will ever treat you as you want them to, because you only deserve to be disgraced, disowned, harassed, hated. Your only meaning in life is to be destroyed.” He added and that broke you inside, how can he be so stupid and cruel? What’s the matter with him?

You didn’t try to understand or care, you started to walk faster through the hallway, still feeling his presence behind you, wanting to get away from his judging eye. You felt how your heart trembled and beat faster with sadness and hurt, you felt alone and started to question if the words he said were true. Of course they weren’t, he wanted to tell you that, he felt ashamed and embarrassed for telling you this, not the truth, but he can’t go after you, he can’t go apologise, he can’t let you know. He just watched you, as you slowly but surely disappeared after a turn in the hallway, hearing only how a small sniff echoed through the cold walls.

You felt tears choking you, you felt how your lungs shrank and suffocated you. You felt how heavy your steps were, how fast they were getting, and how your lips twisted into a frown. Draco has always been nasty to you and you tried your best to just ignore him, let him insult you and then walk away as if it was nothing, let him have his immature fun. But this time it ached your heart more than usual to hear him say that. And that mare soft look in his eyes for just a second made you feel even worse. You sniffed and sniffed, wiping your tears as quickly as you could when they fell down your face to not let anyone who could be in the hallways see them. You kept your eyes on the floor so no one would notice how glassy they were, you didn’t look up to see where you were going, just walking ahead as you felt how much your head was a mess of emotions, guilt, and anger. Everything in you boiled and you suddenly felt a force in front of you making you stop and stumble a few steps, your heart almost stopped and jumped in your chest.

„Oh, sorry— Y/N, it’s you.” You heard a familiar voice and felt a little better. You stood on your straight feet and finally looked up at the face of Harry Potter, „You… What has happened? Are you alright?” He asked, his brow narrowing a little in concern as he saw your glassy eyes and slightly redder nose, not the most flattering look on you. You shook your head at the beginning and wiped your eyes quickly.

„I’m alright, don’t worry.” You tried to deny your tears and gave him a small, forced smile but you could tell he wasn’t buying it, he tilted his head as he looked at you intently, he knew your honest smile too well to notice it.

„No, no, something’s not alright. You’re sad, Y/N, what happened? Can I help you?” He asked again and took a few steps towards you as you sighed and glanced down, trying to figure out what to say next.

„It’s nothing, Harry, really. You don’t have to worry.”

„Well, I do worry. I am worried, I don’t see my friend usually with teary eyes. You can tell me, Y/N, I’d like to be a good friend to you and help you.” He said as he tilted his head some more to be able to see your face as you glanced down. You focused your eyes back on Harry’s face and you could see the concern and care he had for you, the one Draco said you were so undeserving of. You didn’t want to tell Harry and be a burden to him but there was no point in lying.

„Draco told me a few new insults, nothing new.” You answered quickly, shaking your head dismissively and Harry furrowed his brow some more.

„I understand but you know not to listen to him.”

„I know.” You replied softly as you nodded your head and glanced down again, Harry still looked at you with concern and a bit of confusion.

„Then why—“

„I don’t know, it’s just been… A bit more personal this time.” You shrugged and sighed again, wiping the remains of your tears on your face.

„Personal?” Harry asked with a smaller voice as he watched you wiping your face, his concern growing, „Can you please tell me what Malfoy said to you?”

You sighed yet again, feeling bad and uncomfortable about telling Harry this but he’s your friend, he deserves to know.

„He said that I don’t deserve love or respect because I’m a muggle. That I will be alone. He said that I didn’t deserve to be in Hogwarts, that I’m only a disgrace.” Only meant to be destroyed, you recalled Draco’s words in your head, the ache from them echoed in your heart.

Harry listened to you and nodded his head after your words, trying to think of something that could make this situation better for you.

„I see… Well, you know he’s lying.” He answered softly and you nodded your head.

„Yes, of course. But I can’t help but believe it, I am only a muggle, there’s not a lot of chance for me to be a great wizard.” You sighed in resignation and Harry tilted his head again.

„Don’t say that, don’t believe him. There are so many possibilities and potentials for you. You can’t just let Draco ruin them for you.”

You nodded again.

„Yes, I know.” You replied shortly, your eyes wandering around the hallway as Harry still looked at you, his concern didn’t go away.

„Can I do something for you?” He asked a bit awkwardly as he shrugged, not sure what to do to cheer you up and make forget about Draco’s words. You stood in silence for a moment, not sure what to do either, everything felt so heavy.

„No, Harry. You already did enough for me.”

„Did I?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows and looked at you expectedly, „You’re still sad. I don’t want my friend to be sad.”

You sighed, still feeling unsure about all of this. You glanced at Harry and flashed a small smile to reassure him but that smile didn’t reassure you.

„I am but—“

„So what can I do?” He asked again, taking a step towards you, „Do you really think that Malfoy’s right? You really believe him?”

You shook your head but you did believe in Draco’s words somehow, you still felt that they were adequate.

„I… Harry, this conversation shouldn’t be this long.”

„Well, I want it to be long, I want it to be long and make you feel better.” He answered and paused for another moment. This was a bit awkward, Harry wanted to help but he didn’t know how and you didn’t know either, you just went in circles all the time. You both stood there in silence, glancing at each other from time to time with unsure faces, everything stood still. Harry looked at you once more and an idea formed in his mind but he wasn’t sure if it was a good one, it might make everything even more awkward.

„Do you want a kiss?” He blurted out and you looked back at Harry with surprise and shock.

„What?” You asked, Harry squirmed a little from the embarrassment, his eyes wandered off for a second and he brushed his hand nervously over his nose.

„Do you want a kiss?” He mumbled through his teeth as if it was a big secret, as if he was speaking the name of you-know-who. You still were a little caught off guard and confused by Harry’s proposal, would that make you feel better? You looked at Harry with confusion on your face, it was clear from your slightly furrowed eyebrows and your parted lips. Well, this is even more awkward, both of you stood there in another moment of silence while trying to figure out what to do.

„A kiss?” You spoke up and a small chuckle escaped your lips, making Harry look at you again with a bit of concern that you were laughing at him, „I don’t know, are you sure you want to?” You asked as you raised your eyebrow at Harry and he shrugged.

„I don’t see any harm in that. I’d like to comfort my friend and if a kiss would do it then I have no problem with it.” He replied, making you smile a little in amusement which was a relief to Harry, he liked to see you smile.

„Ha? Well, friends don’t usually kiss each other.” You said with a bit of playfulness, your tone much lighter than before, which made Harry smile too.

„No?” He tilted his head, „But who cares about that? It’s just a kiss. Would it make you feel better?” He asked with care, not wanting to do anything you wouldn’t want to do. You thought for a moment, kissing your friend out of the blue is a bit weird but maybe you need a bit of affection right now? And is it really that important? You both know each other and trust each other, maybe a kiss shouldn’t be weird, maybe it’s only weird because you think so.

You shrugged after a while.

„Maybe, we could… Try?” You chuckled a bit nervously and awkwardly with a slightly sheepish smile which made Harry feel a little better that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous.

„Sure, we can try…” he answered and looked at you for a while, making you both giggle a bit in amusement as he was taking his time, like in a romance book. Harry took a silent breath to himself to calm down and approached you, making you smile with more amusement. He got close enough to you that the tip of the shoe touched yours, he slowly lifted his hands towards your face and you let out a small snort, not laughing at him or mocking him, you just couldn’t take this too seriously as a friend. Harry smiled a bit at your reaction and shook his head.

„Shut up.” He mumbled jokingly and you felt his hands slowly and carefully embracing your cheeks, his soft skin sliding smoothly across yours with a small brush. The touch was nice, comforting, and gentle, it was just what you needed. You nodded your head at his words, trying to compose yourself but you couldn’t stop your lips from smiling. Harry looked at you for a second before he slowly started to lean into your face, tilting his head to the side slightly in a bit dramatic fashion, making you snort again.

„Oh, come on.” He sarcastically rolled his eyes behind his glasses, „I’m trying.”

„Yeah, you’re really trying.” You chuckled and he shook his head in a joking disapproval at your behaviour, the smile still present on his lips.

„Shut up.” He repeated and without a warning, his face approached yours much faster than expected, his lips pressed against yours with force but also care, making the sensation pleasant and soft. You stood there for a second, processing and taking in the feeling of Harry’s kiss, your eyes still open as his closed. The moment lingered for longer as you gave in and leaned your head a little more into the kiss, reciprocating it tenderly, making Harry smile a bit more. You both stood there for a while, linked in the most intimate affection one could share, your lips softly and carefully brushing each other as if you two weren’t friends. You finally closed your eyes, letting yourself drown in the warmth you two were sharing, the gentleness and kindness, your one hand left your book and carefully landed on Harry’s cheek, making him hum quietly in delight at your touch. The scene was tender and loving, to your luck no one was in the hallway at the time but if someone saw you two it would be clear that there were a lot of feelings between you two. Finally, Harry gently pulled away from the kiss and opened his eyes to look at your soft, peaceful face, your eyes still closed as you took a silent breath with your parted lips, the warmth of his lips still echoed against yours. Your hand still was on Harry’s cheek and his own hands were cupping your face tenderly, lovingly, his eyes taking in your features. You opened your eyes and looked at him, noticing how his cheeks got redder and how his eyes softened for you. You both looked at each other in silence before smiles starched out on both of your faces, your shared giggles and chuckles filling the cold hallway.

„Thank you, that helped a lot.” You spoke up with a lighter and happier tone than before to which Harry nodded with a smile, happy to see you smiling.

„No problem, Y/N. I’m glad it did.”

His hands still held your face carefully as if he had forgotten to let you go. But your hand stayed on his cheek too, both of you touching without a problem.

„My lips were chapped.” You remarked as you lightly pressed your lips together, feeling them a little rough after the crying. Harry raised an eyebrow.

„Were they?” He didn’t notice, he was much more focused on you and how wonderful it felt to kiss you. You nodded and felt how your face was dry after the tears soaked into your skin.

„And my face is dry.” You chuckled and Harry smiled even more, shaking his head.

„Doesn’t matter.” He replied, still holding your face in his hands, forgetting that he was your friend.

The next day everyone was filling the Great Hall as they continued their breakfast, talking and laughing together. Ron and Hermione were sitting together at your usual table, waiting for you and Harry.

„Did you see them the day before?” Asked Hermione the mouth-stuffed Ron as he ate eagerly.

„No,” he mumbled, „I haven’t. After me and Harry talked I haven’t seen him since.”

„What about Y/N?”

„Y/N?” Ron paused for a second as he tried to remember something, the girl in front of him looked at him with disappointment and disapproval, making him less willing to say, „I don’t know.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head.

„Honestly Ronald.”

„What?”

At this moment you walked into the Great Hall, not alone, Harry held your hand bravely and gently brushed his thumb against yours as you approached the two sitting at your table. A few eyes turned to you, one of which belonged to your bully. A whisper here, a whisper there, and soon almost everyone in the room was looking at you two. But you and Harry didn’t pay too much attention to the others.

Hermione looked at you two as you got closer, noticing your intertwined hands and she nudged Ron in the shoulder, making him let out pretensions „Ow”.

„Hey.” You said to them with a smile as you got close enough, Hermione raised her eyebrow slightly.

„Hey, Y/N, Harry.” She greeted you two as you still held hands, her eyes switching between you two, „You two seem… Closer than ever.”

You glanced at Harry who gave you a small smile and a gentle squeeze of your hand.

„We do? You must be seeing things, Hermione.” You said, trying to brush her off as you sat down on the bench, Harry following closely after you, sitting next to you.

„Oh? Am I?” Hermione tilted her head and Ron chuckled as he saw you two.

„No, if anything, you two are not telling us something.” He said as he gave Harry a knowing smile at which Harry sighed silently and looked pleadingly at Ron, making him laugh out loud. As Ron and Hermione tried to squeeze out of you two more information you didn’t notice how you were being observed by a pair of eyes burning with jealousy. He was sitting far away from you to not notice him and why would you notice him? You were too busy with Harry. He observed how your hands stayed linked under the table, how Harry was leaning a little closer to you, how he was looking at you. That should be me, he thought as his face tensed up in his usual scowl but his eyes showed more sadness and hurt than he wanted them to show. He looked at you longingly, desperately wishing that you’d notice his gaze and glance at him, even just for a second. He’d be so happy. But you were turned away, not acknowledging him at all, as if his words didn’t touch you at all, as if you earned more than lost. His soul was on fire, he was boiling with jealousy, rage, and desperation. But he couldn’t do anything, you’re still a muggle, he can’t do anything.

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basiatlu · 5 months

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C, and with Draco and Ron!! Not as a pairing but I think it would be cute for the golden retriever best friend to be protective!

Thanks for the ask! Here’s protective bestie Ron pulling the tough friend act - “Break his heart and I break your pointy nose, ferret.” (Says the boy with an almost equally pointy nose)

I’m getting Bugs Bunny and Daffy Duck vibes here..

#pose meme #draco malfoy #ron weasley #ronald weasley #art #drawing #sketch #artists on tumblr #harry potter #doodle #boshdraws #8th year

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dragonfly0808 · 7 months

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That girly urge to drop everything and write a 50k Harry Potter fanfic about Draco running away from home post 4th year and being scared and all alone and somehow running into Sirius who sees a young boy fending for himself after realizing his family are not good people and seeing himself and thus taking him in and letting him stay at Grimmauld Place despite protests because “He’s my nephew, he may have made mistakes but he’s also 15 and doesn’t deserve to be on his own fuck off”

That urge to write about him being oh so awkward with Ron and Hermione but still forming a begrudging, tentative friendship but it isn’t until he goes on an errand with Hermione to the muggle world and finding out about muggle hair dye and deciding to dye his hair to distance himself from the Malfoy name that Hermione decides to help him and whilst dying his hair Draco just spills his guts and apologizes to her for everything and admits that he was an ass and that he doesn’t want to be that anymore and that’s when their friendship begins for real

And immediately after that Ron also softens a bit and they start getting along just a tiny bit more.

He and Hermione somehow become besties though neither will admit it, like, they’ll be up at 2am arguing over their potions textbooks and Ron is just like ‘oh god there’s two of them now’ before getting them to take breaks and eat and teasing both of them.

Draco truly looking up to Sirius, who is just proud of him for being able to see his past mistakes and they’re just… UGH

That urge to write about Harry finally making it to Grimmauld Place and thinking he must’ve hit his head when he sees Draco standing behind Hermione and Ron, leaning against the door with slightly washed out light blue hair and a soft sweater

Harry being so confused when Hermione and Ron both vouch for Draco. Harry nearly passing out when Draco apologizes to him before anything else can happen and he looks so good in those hand me down sweaters WHAT IS HAPPENING?!

Them going back to Hogwarts, Draco, Hermione and Ron together as prefects.

Draco wondering where to sit during the first day since he’s not sure if his friends will want him anymore just for Ron to call out ‘Oi Malfoy, where you going?’ When he’s resigned to eat outside

Him and Harry bonding in Potions class, mainly laughing at Snape’s reaction to see Draco’s newly dyed pink hair that Umbridge nearly expells him for

And before you know it the Golden Trio has become the Golden Quartet and Harry spends most of his time trying to figure out why his heart does backflips every time he sees Draco smile or laugh at lunch

Then Dumbledore’s Army starts and Draco is Harry’s right hand man, helping him with what lessons to give and working as a double agent since he still lives in the Slytherin dorm he helps with avoiding the Inquisitorial Squad and even gets new members from Slytherin.

The urge to write about Draco and Harry spending so much time together figuring out what to teach next and how to make the lessons easier and Draco being so soft with Harry and letting his guard down and Harry opening up about his anger and Draco nearly murdering Umbrige when he finds out about the ‘I mustn’t tell lies’ thing

Ron talking about Hermione, wondering if maybe she has a crush on someone and Draco just staring and going ‘Weasley… you’re an idiot’ (with love)

Draco and Hermione being so competitive but also always studying together and Draco trying to get Hermione to make a move on Ron because ‘It’s so obvious it’s painful! I could tell from two tables away how you two drool for each other!’ Because Harry is so adamant about not getting involved in that mess. Just- Draco and Hermione being besties and platonic soulmates

The urge to write Draco and Harry staying in the Room of Requirements after the Army leaves and just hanging out and Harry being so weirdly happy because Draco never expects him to be the ‘Chosen One’ or a Dark Arts master or even calm and rational, he just expects him to be… Harry… even if that means dealing with his swing moods every once in a while

Harry writing to Sirius about feeling oh so confused and not knowing what to do and Sirius just being so amused and trading glances with Remus like, ‘…this boy is so dumb’

All four spending Christmas together and Draco is totally not crying when he gets his own Weasley sweater what are you talking about? And the trio crushes him into a hug to tease/comfort him. And well if Ron and Hermione wind up under the mistletoe and/or locked in a closet and the twins hand Draco a few coins well whose to say that was anything but a coincidence?

Harry not being able to concentrate as a seeker cause Malfoy dyed his hair a violet that makes his cheekbones pop out and his eyes look so pretty and FUUUUCCCCKKKK

Umbridge cornering Draco and trying to get info out of him and threatening him and trying to make him think that there’s no way Harry forgave him and that he’s just using him but Draco doesn’t care because being used by Harry would be better than being manipulated by his family Draco begrudingly admitting what happened when the Trio can tell he’s upset and all of them nearly killing Umbridge and affirming that they’re friends against all odds and that they wouldn’t trade him for anything, Draco dying his hair red in honor of that conversation

After a particularly bad Occlumency lesson with Snape, Harry sneaks out and finds Draco at the lake and they just talk and maybe just maybe Harry can’t help but kiss him because he just wants one good thing and- AAAAAHHHH

Anyways… yeah… the girly urge jeje

Might do it someday who knows, go back to my roots as an HP fanfic writer

#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #draco x harry #draco deserved better #draco and hermione #draco and ron

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cherry-pop-elf · 2 months

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Hey, I'm the anon of the Bill hcs ask. If you want more requests: Can we have some platonic hcs on being the twins best friend?

Hi again, anon! : D Oh hell yeah! We STAN platonic love in this bitch! Platonic love is valid af boi!

Some Best Friends With The Twins Headcanons

You will be a victim of a lot of pranks. That’s just how they show affection! But, they’ll be far more sweeter and sillier. Like swapping your tea bags with hot chocolate, and stuff that’s not really a problem. More so a surprise

Expect to be napped on. They don’t do well with an academic setting, and studying can be rather draining. It’s not a true study session if you don’t have, at least one, twin falling asleep on you

You are going to be bothered so much. You’ll have one twin with his head on yours, while another twin is stealing your book to see what you are reading. Just being little menaces

Don’t tell Ron, but you actually get a discount in the shop. Shhhhhh

You also 100% have a product inspired/made in your honor. The twins so make products inspired by their friends and family, like Lupins Wolfsbane Infused Chocolate Bars, so take that with stride. Even if it’s just a flavor

You, of course, get a sweater

No one is gonna fuck with you, because they know they’ll have to face the Twins Wrath. Even Draco doesn’t bother you much, or at least actively goes out of his way to bother you

As stated above, about the discount, that also means you were a genie pig for said products. They did, however, try and make sure they were the more harmless works in progress. They wouldn’t dream of trying to hurt you after all. You are family

Depending on the time frame, you’ll either get called teasing nicknames about being younger or older. Even if it’s as small as a few days. Teases a plenty

They’ll get sad if you don’t come to the quidditch games. Doesn’t matter what house you are in. They need their bestie to cheer!

You’ll be one of the few people that can help them sleep from nightmares. The twins normally confide in each other, but sometimes they have them at the same time. Especially after the Umbridge incident, and the war but Fred lives because I said so, so they come to you. Sometimes they just need the comfort of knowing someone is alive. Don’t even need to share a bed, just knowing you are there helps a lot

You are never going to get the scent of gun powder out of your clothes. I’m sorry, but that’s just the stink of twins baby

Expect to have the biggest birthday bashes EVER. They spare nothing, especially when the shop is up and running. You are gonna have the coolest birthdays EVER!

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depressed-emoji · 8 months

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harry's "hobbies," according to me:

quidditch

ruining snape's life [slay!!]

being obsessed with draco malfoy

constantly checking the marauders map for "reasons" [thats me with my phone]

being a third wheel to ronmione [he's so used to it by now]

simping over quidditch players, especially those seekers

crying about sirius [i would]

staying up at night and getting no sleep

then just sleeping at breakfast, in class when binns isn't looking, in the library, in the ROR, literally anywhere

quidditch

screaming in his sleep because of some dream

being so, so, so, emo and depressed [haha]

being obsessed with draco malfoy

hermione: "hey harry!" ; harry: "sirius used to call me that" ; ron: "that's because it's your fucking name." [saw this as a post on pinterest, like a screenshot from tumblr and i was like, 'canon. SO CANON.']

quidditch

having the lily evans temper tantrum™️ that would scare the fuck outta remus and sirius cause LILY WAS SCARY OMFG

hating himself [relatable bestie]

being annoyed by people comparing him to others, especially his father

being happy with just teddy, thank you very much, i don't want an AlBuS sEvErUs lmao

having a twitter acc dedicated to wolfstar [he accepts fanfics, fanart, headcanons, microfics, etc. no y/n lupin-black though.]

having a shitpost youtube channel where he rants with luna and it's the most hilarious stuff ever

restarting DA after the war and everyone just chilling and trying to make patronuses

did i mention quidditch? he loves quidditch.

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purple-vbug · 9 months

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Explaining the marauder’s goes a bit like this:

You know Harry Potter rights? Well his god father is boyfriends with wolf teacher. And his father is boyfriend with Sirius brother who also has a boyfriend, Barty crouch jr, the dude that faked being moody during the fourth movie/book. He also has a boyfriend, that’s the guy who took moody eye, Evan rosier, he has a sister who is also Luna’s mum who has a crush on Harry’s mum who is girlfriends with her best friend Mary Macdonald, who than again is girlfriends with her other best friend Marlene McKinnon, an order member who’s whole family was slaughtered, she has this rivals to lovers thing going on with miss got killed by Voldemort himself Dorcas meadows. Marlene’s other girl friend Emmelin Vance is also girlfriends with every other girl + rat boy, who isn’t actually that bad before the whole betrayal thing, his boyfriend Benjy fenwick is besties with Ron’s mums brothers, who are friends with neville’s parents, his mum had a thing with Draco’s mum, and Harry’s dad had a crush on his dad for a bit, their weird division teacher makes an appearance once in a while and Minerva McGonagall and Poppy Pomfrey are in a lesbian relationship.

Not that hard right?

#let me know it I missed some #this shit is time consuming #gay dead wizards #marauders #wolfstar #marylily #marylene #jegulus #dorlene #rosekiller #bartylus #idk what im doing #maraders era #nobleflower #harry potter

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daddiesdrarryy · 1 year

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Draco: Ron, did you eat my last glazed doughnut? I saved it for Harry

Ron: What? Of course not!

Draco: Then what’s that shiny white fluid on your lips?

Ron: ...

Draco: ...

Ron: ...

Ron: It’s Blaise’s c—

Draco: DON’T YOU DARE SAY IT!

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anonymousqualities · 6 months

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Fic idea I'm hoping will pique a writer's interest and manifest lol

2nd war against voldemort but mostly everyone is alive...

Quick general lore:

-james and lily survive but were in a magic induced coma from Regulus' doing. When voldemort got to the manor he thought they were already dead but lily's love still rebounded the killing curse for harry.

-sirius still goes to azkaban but not for 12 years

-regulus raising harry up until hogwarts. Then transitions to moonwater raising harry

-the malfoys become spys for the order through lucius and Narcissa

-"disowned" draco after 5th year (for his safety) he lives with andromeda

-I recently saw a HC that Mary is Dean's mom and I'm in love with it. (Ignoring canon of his mom being just muggle)

-Alice is in better shape than frank and is able to leave st. Mungos. She's selectively mute.

-platonic Narcissa/Alice. Narcissa has been secretly visiting her at the hospital.

So the actual fic idea is slighty plot-less and is mostly oneshots surrounding the lore (so there's not really an end to the story): For safety reasons some of the order have to hide out at grimmauld place for the summer.

For the adults its nothing but TENSION and animosity. They assume the kids will be the same and everyone sits down with their respective teen/teens to explain that they all need to get along

Once everyone settles at grimmauld, to the adults suprise, the teens not liking each other is fake and they all get along (some more than others *cough drarry cough** 😷).

Ron and draco are basically besties

Hermoine and draco love to nerd out together

Pansy and ginny love to gossip with each other

Ginny/Luna

Also Luna is the friend-group's little sister and everyone is protective of her

Platonic maybe romantic Neville/blaise

Drarry has zero shame outside of hogwarts or the public eye. Their friends are use to it but the adults are shell shocked.

...

An order meeting just finished and the adults leave to check on the kids..

Sirius noticing drarry's sitting arrangement: "I beg your pardon!?" Remus follows his gaze and chuckles only to get elbowed.

"I fail to see what's funny, Moony!" Sirius turns to point an accusatory finger at a shock Regulus "this is your fault somehow!"

Regulus throws his hands up in defeat "of course you think it's my fault!" they go back and forth as James walks in.

"What's all- oh" he blinks owlishly at the scene in the living room. Sirius looks away from regulus to James.

"Can you believe this prongs!?" James' face is unreadable as he blinks again. This time he looks over at a blushing regulus who's avoiding eye contact.

James clears his throat "I can actually" his gaze still unwavering in regulus' direction.

Sirius' mouth clicked shut as he took a slow step back. Looking suspiciously from James to regulus and back to james. His jaw dropping in dramatic realization.

"Son oF A BI-"

"Whats all this?" Lily inquires as she takes in the group, absentmindedly stirring her tea. She pauses midway to take a sip as she looks into the living room.

She cooes, tears brimming her eyes as Mary, Narcissa, who has her arm around Alice, trail into the entryway behind her.

"Oh my little hazza" she sniffles leaning her head against Mary's shoulder. Mary hides a smirk into a sip of her own tea. Sharing a knowing look with remus.

Narcissa holds back her own tears "My sweet, Dragon" her hand rests against her chest, subconsciously pulling Alice in closer. Alice hums, resting her head on Narcissa's shoulder. Her face softening as she notices Neville and Blaise's own close proximity. Her usually glazed over eyes coming into focus.

Regulus clears his throat as he exuses himself, speed walking out of the room.

"Regulus? REGULUS" Sirius swats a now laughing Remus in the chest as he runs after his brother.

"Regulus, get back here!"

....

In the living room, the teens look over at the commotion.

Ron's brows furrow in confusion "what's all that about, now?" He turns back to Dean who shrugs. Everyone else giving the same gesture as they looked around at each other.

Luna hums dreamily from her place on the ground. Leaning her head against ginny's leg as she turns a page of the quibbler "old love can be just as complicated and young love" she concludes.

Silence fell over the group. They gave the grown ups another glance before promptly getting back to their own respective conversations.

They'll deal with that later on in the summer

Me waiting for a disciplined writer to take on this story idea:

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fanfic-lover-girl · 1 month

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Thoughts on ron x draco?

Not many thoughts. Just a guilty pleasure ship I have.

I like the Romeo and Juliet vibes of the ship. Unlike his rivalry with Harry, Draco and Ron's rivalry is also a family rivalry. So it's interesting to see how each family accepts either boy. I just love the thought of the Malfoys adopting Ron into their small family. Or Draco experiencing the lows/highs of a huge family.

Plus, I can just imagine that in a different world, Ron and Draco would be fun friends. The kind of bros who snark and insult each other every minute, but would lash out at anyone who did the same. The "I can hurt him but you can't" sort of energy.

I also think they would have an interesting dynamic. A fascinating conflict with the Ronarry friendship is that Ron is surrounded by friends who overshadow him, especially Harry. You can say that his friendship with Harry is what makes Ron special in his family. And I don't think Harry ever truly understands that insecurity Ron has. But I think that Draco and Ron could in theory meet each other's needs better which is what I like seeing explored in Slytherin!Ron fics. Ron can be a great listener to make Draco feel important. And just imagine if all the antagonism Draco gave Harry was positive attention fixated on Ron?? So Draco gets a loyal bestie and Ron gets someone who puts him as number 1. Win-win. Gosh, I can just imagine Draco straight up claiming Ron Weasley as his and getting jealous if the other became too friendly with other Slytherins lol.

I guess I did have a lot to say. I haven't read more than a handful of Dron fics but I have thought about them as friends a few times. I think they would have been great together in different circumstances. Dron has zero chance based on canon but that's the purpose of fanon!

#dron #draco malfoy #ron weasley #harry potter series #anon ask #draco x ron #guilty pleasure ship

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warmerthanhotcoco · 1 year

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You are Draco’s Potions partner. And Charms partner. Blaise has been your friend since first year at Diagon Alley, and you’d swapped your seats with his so he could flirt with that cute Ravenclaw. And as unlikely as it appeared to the others, you and Draco grew to be as close as Dean and Seamus were. If that wasn’t ‘friends’, what was?

Until Harry hits Draco with Snape's curse and you find yourself in tormenting pain, chest ablaze... and when Harry's back in the common room and Snape has dealt with Draco's bleeding, your pain fades.

One word stuck in your head. "Soulmates."

Tags: Draco Malfoy/Reader, Blaise Zabini as a bestie, Gryffindor Reader, Gryffindor/Slytherin, BAMF Reader, BAMF Blaise Zabini, Angst and comfort fluff, Soulmate emotion-sharing, Confessions (?), First Kiss, Injured Draco Malfoy is a Sweetheart, Hogwarts Hospital Wing dates, because Blaise Zabini is Wingman™️

Your chest ached. Burnt. The pain was a fire, spreading fast, consuming your breath. You gasped for air, slamming the book shut and looking around at the common room. The rest of the Gryffindors were simply chilling around, all fun and laughter, some — like Hermione seated beside you — seriously studying. You dropped your quill. There was no way you could do homework when you were running out of air—

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Dean called from across the carpet where your books and notes were strewn. Your arm knocked over an ink bottle as you scrambled to the nearest window, shoving it open and sticking half your body out, wheezing, gasping.

“Y/n! What is it?” Hermione jumped to her feet, a steady hand stroking your back.

“Oi, you good? Is the fire too much?” Seamus, seated cross-legged near the fireplace, asked, already picking up her wand.

You flailed your hands, waving the question off. “No, not that.” You knew that much. This wasn’t… just an asthma attack or whatever your muggle mother called it. Seriously, it couldn’t be a heart attack? What the hell was going on?

SLAM!

“Merlin’s beard, Harry!”

“That’s a door you nincompoop, not a Slytherin tie,” one of the older Gryffindors scoffed at Harry Potter as he stomped into the common room. Hair disheveled, eyes wild with panic, clothes crumpled but there was nothing new in that… blood splattered here and there…

“Harry?” Hermione called, hand still stroking your back. “What on earth?”

“You look like you got back from a murder, mate,” Ron Weasley laughed nervously. “…Did you?”

“Almost,” Harry mumbled, flopping down on the carpet and snatching Ron’s chocolate frog.

“Hey!”

“Water.”

Parvati passed a bottle.

“Thanks. What’s up with y/n?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head.

“… You gonna tell us or are we gonna have to hear from the papers?”

“I don’t know.” Was all he said before rushing away from the whispers and the eyes, into his dorm. Something about the fear in his eyes made you realise… The bastard did something. Again.

You wondered if it was whatever he did that made you this… tormented. Because sometime after he walked in, the pain stopped.

“Good,” you whispered to yourself, nodding your thanks to Hermione and Parvati (who offered water) before going back to work. No heart attack was worth getting scolded by McGonagall.

Only the next morning did you find out about the Sectumsempra.

The breakfast tables’ chatter was interrupted with an odd hush. And of course, where there was gossip — there was no Harry Potter in sight.

“He’s not even here.”

“Of course he isn’t, he’s probably guilty.”

“OR being cursed to oblivion by Snape—“

“Oh no no, I heard the Gryffindors saying he’s still asleep. Probably another You-Know-Who nightmare.”

“Will you guys cut it out already, I want to read this!”

You shook your head at the yellow and blue tables before moving over to your own. Before sitting down, you made sure to peek over at the green one as you do every morning. You already waved and winked out of habit before noticing the seat you were smiling at was… empty.

And the others nearby were not happy about it.

“Oh good morning y/n,” Dean greeted. “Y/n? Where are you going?”

You ditched your house, running over to the two Slytherins shooting daggers at her. “Nott. Parkinson. What is it?”

“Why don’t you go ask your noble house-hero?” Theodore Nott snapped.

“Yeah, go ask the rascal how he casually murdered a student,” Parkinson scoffed.

“…” What? Murdered? Who? Surely not—

“Now that’s dramatic, Pansy,” Daphne Greengrass shook her head. “I don’t know why you’re this concerned, y/n, but I guess you’re his friend now,” she sighed.

“I am,” you nodded, ignoring Pansy’s glare. “Where is he? And where’s Zabini?”

“Draco’s in the hospital wing. Blaise is with him, trying to force potion down that stubborn idiot’s throat.”

Astoria Greengrass walked over to the table lazily, having just woken up. “Down who’s throa— Woah! Watch it!” She jumped back when a gust of red robes dashed past her and over to the Gryffindor table.

You slammed a hand on the table, sending Ron’s plate of chicken flying. Lavender Brown caught it and gave it back to him but you didn’t have time to watch it all. “What in Godric’s name did Harry do this time?” you grumbled, picking up your cloak and bag.

Hermione gripped your shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“To the hospital wing, of course.” One word kept whirring through your head as you recalled the weird pain from yesterday. Soulmates.

“…Y/n…”

“Don’t you start, Granger.”

“Why would you care? He calls us mudbloods!”

“Maybe you should stop to think about a person before judging them on one damn word,” you snapped back, running out the door and down the hallways.

Never had Madam Promfey’s glare been madder than when you literally crashed through the giant doors. “I’m so sorry, Madam Pomfrey, I—”

“Where are you wounded?”

“…erm. No, I came to see Draco Malfoy.”

“…” Madam Pomfrey’s jaw nearly dropped, looking you up and down to check if your Gryffindor robes were a hoax. One eyebrow raised, she asked, “If you’re here to make him feel worse then by all means, get out, Miss y/l/n.”

“Madam Pomfrey, please. He’s my friend. I need to see him.”

The Slytherin matron blinked twice, thrice, before nodding slowly. “I see,” she mumbled, as though she understood something you didn’t.

And maybe she did.

“There’s nobody else around today, Mr Zabini and Mr Malfoy are over on the left side. I only allow one to remain by his side for more than ten minutes so…”

“I know.”

She nodded and walked away into her own part of the wing, letting you stumble over towards where you could see Zabini’s frame in the distance. “Zabini! Is he asleep?”

“Well if you shout like that of course he won’t be,” Blaise laughed, waving. “Look at you.”

“An absolute mess,” a hoarse voice croaked from behind him.

You dropped your bag and cloak on the next bed, made a mental note to Scourgify the bed before leaving, and walked to the other side of Draco’s bed. “Malfoy.”

“Y/l/n. What happened to you?”

“I think that’s my question.”

“No seriously, look at you!” Blaise snorted. “You look like a Niffler that got its gold snatched.”

You patted your uniform down, tucked your braid away before reaching over to the bag. “I got you this. Dunno if you can drink any but…” you held out a mug of Butterbeer.

Draco shook his head in silence, despite the sparkle in his eyes.

“If you drink that Butterbeer now, I’m gonna strangle the potion into you as well,” Blaise glared.

“I didn’t say I’ll drink it.” Draco pointed to the bedside table so you kept the mug there, muttering a charm to seal it shut for now. “Thank you.”

“What on earth happened?” You asked, your eyes finally catching onto the gashes on the sides of his neck, face and shoulders: the rest of him covered in hospital pyjamas and blankets. “I mean I heard much of it from the chatter in the breakfast hall but…”

“Stupid Potter,” Draco mumbled, turning his head away, too tired to explain.

Blaise took over. “Potter found him in the bathrooms, and attacked. For no reason. Sectumsempra. It’s a lacerating curse, according to Snape’s explanation to Poppy.”

“A lacerating cu—” you bit your tongue, plopping down on the bedside, one leg crossed under you. “He’s a bloody murderer!”

“Literally. Draco would have bled to death if Snape hadn’t found him by some odd stroke of luck,” Blaise shook his head, sitting down on the chair.

“I’ll kill him.”

“If anybody beats the Dark Lord to it, it’ll be you feisty little one for sure,” Blaise burst into laughter.

“I’m not joking! I heard the Hufflepuffs screeching he used a spell supposedly aimed for enemies. If Harry doesn’t know to distinguish between the level of enmity of a rival Slytherin STUDENT and goddamned YouKnowWho… I’ll teach him a bit,” you grinned. “Not a curse… I’m not that good. But there’s trickier hexes that last long enough.”

“Weasley twins’ wisdom?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, laughing with him. It was when your hands resting on the sheets moved and hit Draco’s wounded arm that you noticed. He hissed and you apologised automatically, before even seeing the wound showing through the lifted sleeve. “…What the—” you grabbed his arm and laid it on your lap, pulling back the sleeve.

A long, deep gash glowed dark red on his forearm, cutting right through a horrid black Dark Mark.

Draco tugged his arm away at your gasp. “What? I thought you’d have seen it at Potions.”

“Not the Mark you idiot, I don’t care about that.”

“…”

“This isn’t a mere Sectumsempra cut… is it? Why didn’t you tell Madam Pom—”

“...It’s not a cut Potter made.”

You gulped hard, breath stilling for a moment. “Draco… You didn’t have to do that.”

When he opened his mouth to say some insane complaint about being a Death Eater, you wagged your wand threateningly to silence him. “Some stupid dark sorcerer who can’t even kill a teenager that barely knows crap about offensive spells? He’s not worth fighting for or supporting, sure, but he’s definitely not worth torturing yourSELF out of guilt! Now you're being dumber than Snake-Man!”

“Snake-Man?” Blaise snorted.

“Oh it’s a term Dean and I came up with. Adds a bit of fun to the lousy old You-Know-Who,” you mocked, delighted to see Draco actually grinning from it all. “You, mister, better quit sulking around and hurting yourself. Snake-Man and everything he does is… wrong. But you’re a teenager, we all are! It’s not like any of us have a choice here. It’s stupid, all of this but… it’s not worth this,” you ended, patting his wrist lightly.

Blaise watched the bare hint of a thank you in Draco's eyes and so, slowly slipped out. “Be right back,” he left with a wink. You sat there on the bed, recounting silly incidents in Potions class from yesterday, when he hadn’t been around. Seamus blowing up the cauldron, Ron nearly squirting blueberry juice in Slughorn’s face… you were glad to see him this relaxed.

Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat from behind you. “I’m afraid Mr Zabini… had something to attend to. Miss y/l/n, you don’t mind staying here for a while?”

“Oh,” you bit your cheek guessing what Blaise did. Yet again, being the loyal wingman-bestie. “I think I can stay here for the rest of the day, Hermione would let the teachers know on my behalf.”

“Mr Zabini need not return?” Pomfrey smiled. “Understood,” she nodded, pulling the curtains close. “Oh, no funny business, the two of you.”

“M-Madam Pomfrey!” Draco nearly shrieked when she walked away laughing.

“…”

“…So.”

“You sure it’s alright to skip classes?”

“Meh, it’s just for a day. I’ll get the notes so we could go somewhere quiet and maybe write together. Only maybe! O-Only if you’d want to—”

“I wouldn’t mind.”

You beamed at him, and he weakly smiled back. “Hey, that potion…”

Draco opened his mouth without a word. You blinked for a few seconds before laughing “What are you, a baby?”

“Oh come on, just do it.”

And you did. One spoon of potion, before quickly feeding a spoon of Butterbeer too. “How’s that?”

“I think I could drink that entire bottle and mug now,” he grinned. “As long as it’s you feeding.”

“Merlin, aren’t you a fli—“ Peck, he cut you off with one chaste kiss. “Wha- What was that for!”

“The potion, love.” His face was aglow with a sharp smirk, smugly reaching up pat your cheek. “You see, I flirt to divert my mind from the sourness. I’m sure you hardly hated that, pretty gi— Mmph!”

“And that’s called sweet revenge,” you shoved his face with potion. When he had swallowed it all and wiped his mouth, you held up the Butterbeer mug. “Drink up.”

Having downed the drink, he sat up and watched in silence while you made him comfortable, stuffing a pillow to his back and pulling up the sheets. When you looked up, you saw him smiling softly, a stark contrast from the stiff and icy Slytherin Prince he often was. “What?”

“You’re cute.”

“What- Where did that come from?”

“Just thought of it. Blaise once said: When I say cute girls, I mean caring and pretty. Now I know.”

“When will you stop…?” you grumbled feeling your cheeks and ears were on fire. He laughed, pulling you close enough for you to rest your head against him. “Draco?”

“Hold me.” It was a quiet whisper, almost fragile.

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him loosely, aware of the countless wounds. “I vow to hex Harry's brains out. But you… Promise you won’t do something like that again?”

He nodded into your hair, breathing softly until the potion worked and he fell asleep right in your arms.

#draco malfoy x gryffindor reader #Draco Malfoy x y/n #Hogwarts hospital wing dates #Poppy Pomfrey #Blaise Zabini #soulmates #first kiss #Hogwarts fluff #comfort fluff #Blaise and Poppy are good wingpeople #harry potter #hogwarts

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