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dracosaurusrex · 3 years

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Fireworks (pt. 2)

Summary: The kiss that was supposed to be practice ends up opening your eyes to the feelings that you hold for your best friend, and he for you. Glances, smiles, playful banter--they all change. Suddenly, Draco Malfoy isn’t the same boy you once knew and grew up with.

Genre: Fluff; Childhood friends-to-lovers

Wordcount: 3.5k

A/N: I hope you’re not tired of me posting ahaha. I’ve had this draft laying around all week, but I finally got to it thank to the headcanon requests! I hope you enjoy! Feedback is very much appreciated :)

Part 1

The world suddenly looked different--your world, that is.

For eleven years, up until now, Draco took up a huge part of your life. Although he was notorious for his obnoxiousness, memories of your childhood were painted with boundless laughter, basking in the warmth of many summer suns, thrills of tomfoolery during lavish events, cozy winter nights with cups of hot chocolate in hand. Even in your most awkward moments, he was there through it all, providing moral support despite his prickly demeanor.

He was the physical embodiment of a safety net, your safety net, and it remained that way throughout your three (going on to four) years of schooling at Hogwarts.

But now your world looked different. Now your cheeks flared at the sight of silvery eyes. Your heart beats flared with a flash of platinum blonde. The smirk that you were once so confident in returning now left you with a surge of butterflies. With the softness of his lips ingrained in your memory, every glance, every smile, every laugh that you’d share with your best friend ignited a fire within you.

It also didn’t help your cause when you overhear other girls talk about his handsomeness. You weren’t opposed to it before, but now you understood what they meant whenever they gossiped about his broad shoulders, his lean physique, the way the tone of his voice deepened pleasantly--heck, even his hands. All of those things that you never bothered noticing amplified the moment his lips parted from yours, and you didn’t like it one bit.

Draco Malfoy was supposed to be your annoying and slimy best friend—not the person who made your heart race. He was the one to tackle you in the mud—not the one you would ever picture yourself fantasizing about.

You memorized the gaze the both of you had shared as he parted from your lips slowly, hesitantly. With the foreign expression plastered on his face, you knew from that very moment the boy in front of you wasn’t the same one you grew up with. Moreover, the emotions that arose from the thought of him were very questionable. They felt foreign and weird, and it scared you. Therefore, you did what anybody in denial would do--suppress the rosy palpitations, and carry along with your day.

It worked for a while except that in doing so, you had to avoid him. All conversations were kept short and straight to the point, time spent together was limited—it was to no surprise that you became distant. Draco noticed this, although he tried to use anything but the kiss to justify the lack of interaction. The boy placed you on a pedestal. You were the epitome of dedication in his eyes. Your willingness to commit yourself to hard work was something he admired about you. He took pride in all of your accomplishments, while you in his, and he was eternally grateful that you stuck around despite his shortcomings.

Perhaps that’s why it shocked him when he came to realize how pretty you’ve become. The baby fat that once occupied your cheeks melted away. Your hair, which was always messy from the frequent play dates, laid straight down your back, tucked neatly behind your ear on one side, while it flowed down naturally on the other. The mischievous glint in your eyes had transformed to one of elegance and poise. Furthermore, the lips that you left slightly chapped before, now took on a soft pink sheen accompanied with a velvety feel when pressed against his own. The kiss merely opened his eyes, to an attraction that budded within. One that, just like you, he was afraid of.

‘Godric, Malfoy, stop it with the thoughts. Y/N’s your best friend!’

And maybe distance was what was needed for you both. ‘This is what’s best for our friendship.’ He’d think as he stared at you from afar. The smile plastered on your face was more than enough to reassure him that everything would be alright. You are Y/N after all.

However, time proved to be against as you began to drift away from one another with every passing week. The boy didn’t come back to your room, leaving you with mixed feelings of relief and disappointment. A part of you longed to feel him again, while another found it to be a disastrous idea. Nevertheless, with emotions of both parties submerged within, you resumed your days flipping through sheets of parchment, while Draco took it upon himself to find ways to get you out of his head. Amongst them all was the companionship of a familiar Pansy Parkinson. She always had feelings for the boy, although the time he spent with you made him oblivious to the fact. It was only until her recent closeness that he began to notice her. Her giddiness contrasted to yours, but the similarity of her character pulled him into her company. Soon enough, the sight of them laughing and conversing became more frequent in the common room, in the Great Hall, even sometimes as you passed them in the hallways. You’d never spare a glance, you wouldn’t allow yourself to. Yet, as your figure made its way to Draco’s eyes, he gazed at you with longing, his heart tightening ever so slightly as you walked by.

Within your room, in the midst of stacked textbooks, piles of paper, and splattered ink stains, was a pain that seared through your chest. One that you had to keep hidden, merely for the fact that you didn’t know what to do with the feelings you bore inside. Your knee bounced in place while the grip on your quill loosened as Draco entered your thoughts once again. The scenarios playing in your mind grew progressively worse as images of the boy and the raven-haired girl proliferated your surroundings. Before you could wallow in your sadness, the sudden opening of your door startled you.

“Y/N!” A shrill voice occupies your ears as Draco walks into the room, once again, unannounced. It was just like the last time.

“When will you ever learn how to knock, Draco?” You brought your fingers to your temples, massaging them slightly. “What is it now?”

The sound of your annoyed voice, oddly enough, brought him a sense of reassurance. It was familiar, and although he wouldn’t admit it, it highlighted how much he missed you.

You turned yourself in your chair to face him as he sat himself on your bed. It was the first time in a long while that you looked at him directly in the eyes, suddenly remembering how silvery they were. You raised your brows towards him, lifting your chin momentarily to urge him to speak.

The words that he had formulated in his mind left him the minute he took in your features. You propped your arms on top of the head rest, fixating your cheek upon it. The action squished your lips into a small pout. The light emitted from the lake above brought a glow to your dark eyes as it pierced into his. You both allow a comfortable silence to situate, amplifying the sound of his heart beat as they chime against his ear. But, within the spur of the moment, he suppresses it once again. Tearing away from his thoughts, he recalls his reason for coming to you in the first place.

“I think I like Pansy Parkinson.” He says. You felt your expression drop slightly before forcing the ends of your lips into a smile.

“R-Really? I’m happy for you. It’s about time, honestly.” Your voice broke mid-sentence, and the lack of excitement didn’t go unnoticed by the boy in front of you. Your body language altered drastically--in one second you gazed at him with doe eyes only to be turned away, orbs glazed with what seemed like sadness, in the next.

“Yeah, thanks. I suppose she’ll be my proper first.”

You chuckled, “Yeah, I suppose so.”

“I hope she feels the fireworks.” You say. A brief memory crossed your mind as you looked at the small details of his shoes. You sucked the tears that glossed your vision before redirecting it to him, giving the most genuine smile you could conjure at the moment.The softness laced within your tone poked at the boy’s heart. Within that second, he envisioned the feel of your lips, creating hesitation towards the attraction he felt for Pansy.

“Maybe we could go on a..uh..double date? You can bring someone you’d like.”

You lifted your hand at the suggestion, which was followed by a breathy laugh.

“That’s where I have to draw the line, love.”

He found it confusing, really. Here you were, sat before him, with a smile settling across your lips. Although he came to you to tell you about Pansy, the sight of you initiated flips in his chest. There was something in your aura that wasn’t present before. Not wanting to delve into it, he pushes the idea to the back of his mind for the third time that day.

“Oh, Y/N, don’t worry. You’ll get your real first kiss soon.” He says. It makes you roll your eyes.

“Enough, Draco. Like I said before, I’m not waiting for it.” A small, gentle smirk appears as he reaches out for your arms. With a firm grip, he makes you look at him.

“I never noticed before, but I suppose you’ve become beautiful these past years, Y/N. Any guy would be lucky to-”

“Stop. Stop. Stop.” At this point, heat had risen to your face, your smile suppressed into a firm line. “Really, Draco. I don’t need your pity, or whatever it is you’re doing right now.”

“Can’t take the truth?”

“Isn’t Pansy waiting for you?” You stood up, and grabbed his arm, leading him to the hallway. It shocked him, but he couldn’t find the means to respond when your head was the only thing sticking out of your door.

“Tell me how the kiss goes, yea?” You threw him one last wink before locking the door behind you. Unbeknownst to the boy on the other side, you slid down, allowing the tears to fall.

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Dinner rolls around, followed by the late hours of the evening, early hours of the morning, a whole day, held together in repetition until a week passes since the moment you kicked the boy out of your confines. You cursed yourself for being ahead in your assignments, because now you were stuck with the immense discomfort that your crush had brought you. You never bothered involving anyone in your problems. Instead you opted to take on the burden for yourself, and hoped that the coming days would heal you. As a result, you found yourself walking along empty hallways and corridors with your heart in distraught, your mind lost in thought.

‘Stupid Draco. If only it weren’t for your stupid idea then maybe I wouldn’t grow to care so much.’ Your steps had a little more weight to them as you continued to wander around.

As soon as you were about to turn into another hallway, the sound of two familiar voices drove you to a halt. One belonged to the platinum-haired boy, and the other to Pansy. There were hushed giggles--they almost sounded flirtatious. You quieted your thoughts to listen in.

“You’re quite the charmer, Parkinson.”

“I suppose I can say the same for you, Malfoy.” The feeling of your heart raging against your chest increased as the silence lingered on.

“Draco?” She asks.

“Yes?”

“Kiss me.” Before you could picture anything more, you walked away, using your hand to cover the gasp that tried to escape from your mouth. Hot tears streamed down your face as the pain from heartbreak coursed through you. You brought this upon yourself. You shouldn’t have said yes.

Oblivious to your presence, Draco kissed Pansy with much confidence in what you had taught him, with much confidence that he’d feel the fireworks. But when he didn’t feel anything, he was brought to a state of confusion. He liked her, right? Right? Yet the feel of her lips wasn’t the same. It was firmer, more stiff, and it lacked the warmth that accompanied yours.

Yours.

With his eyes still closed, lips parted from the girl’s, he began to envision you. He leaned in once more with your image in mind, capturing her into another kiss. It still didn’t feel the same, but the you in his thoughts elicited the fireworks in his chest. All the memories he spent with you growing up flashed through his conscious until a recent memory of that fateful day resurfaced. He didn’t like Pansy. Sure, he was attracted to her, but she didn’t come close to you. He was sure of that. In that moment, he knew that it was you.

He parted from her abruptly the second time around. His expression was painted with shock as he loosened his grip from the girl’s face. She saw the way his eyes widened--not out of awe, but rather out of realization. It didn’t take her long to realize that the girl that occupied his heart wasn’t her.

“You thought of Y/N, didn’t you?” She said hesitantly. When she didn’t hear an objection coming from him, she flashed a lopsided smile.

“I-I’m sorry, Pansy.” Draco’s shoulders slumped over. She gripped them in a comforting manner.

“Don’t be, Draco. If it makes you feel any better, this only helped me confirm that I probably don’t like boys in that way.” She chuckled. The look he gave her only made her shrug before they broke out in laughter.

“Who is it?”

“Luna Lovegood.”

“Oh goodness,” He covered his red-clad face, “What do I do with Y/N?”

“She’s your best friend, right? Do what you normally do.” She pauses as she rubs his back, “If you go now, you might catch her before dinner.” Draco didn’t waste a second to bolt off and find you. It was his sole purpose of his life at that point. He had to tell you. He couldn’t bear to keep it in, pretending that it wasn’t there. He needed to feel you again, to hold you in his arms, to share the laughs, the joy--he needed you by his side.

The sun was setting by the time you settled for a seat in the courtyard. Broad rays of gold and orange painted the stone-clad floors as you look at the landscape in the distance. The tears that had streaked your face dried, and your heart rested in ease. There was no denying your feelings anymore. You fell for your best friend, maybe much harder than you had initially thought.

A sigh escapes you as the scenery brings you peace of mind. Off in a distance, footsteps could be heard, growing louder as they neared you. You felt beats skip once again at the chances that it might be Draco. Instead, you were met with Cedric Diggory.

A warm, polite smile greeted you, “Mind if I sit here?” He asks. You nod as he settles in the seat beside you.

“A beautiful sunset isn’t it? I always thought Hogwarts looked beautiful in gold.”

“You’re not wrong.” You peeked once more at the sun set before turning your vision towards him.

“What brings you here Y/L/N?”

“I needed to take my mind off of some things.” Cedric, who was nothing but kind and welcoming, made it easy for you to open up. You didn’t expect to tell him anything, but he proved to be a good listener--offering his say when needed, keeping quiet as you continued to vent. It reminded you of Draco. It reminded you most especially of the times in your life when all you needed was someone to listen, and it was him to fill that role. Every single time. As the conversation drawled on, the platinum-haired boy occupied your thoughts. There was a fine line between the company both had kept, and you missed him.

“You know, Y/N, it’s never good to bottle things in. Especially when it comes to your best friend.”

“I know...I just don’t want to ruin this any more than it already has.”

“Well maybe right now is a good place to start.” You looked at him only to see his line of sight directed forward. You followed it, only to trace it back to a furious-looking Draco Malfoy. Cedric stood up and turned to you.

“I wish you luck.” The sweet smile on his face was capable of fooling the boy standing at a distance. You return your thanks before he steps away, leaving you alone to refocus your attention to your best friend.

Draco, with his lips pulled into a frown, marched his way to where you are, and harshly pulled you up by the wrist. You didn’t have time to retaliate, giving him the opportunity to drag you into a secluded hallway, away from the eyes of other students.

“Did I just see you flirting with Cedric Diggory?” His tone, cruel and cold, made your blood boil.

“What does it matter to you?” The boy furrowed his brows at you.

“You’re my best friend, of course it matters to me!”

“Well not everything I do is not always your business! In fact, shouldn’t you be with Pansy right now? Stop bugging me, and go to your girlfriend!” You poured out the pain and frustration you kept inside, while Draco absorbed everything you had to offer. This wasn’t exactly how you envisioned the conversation to play out. As the exchange continued to play out, you both unknowingly stepped closer to one another.

“We’re not together!” He shouts, flailing his arms. You staggered back for a second, shocked at his response.

“I-I thought...But I saw you! She asked you to kiss her!” You pointed an accusatory finger at the boy as he closed his eyes in annoyance. When he opened them, he pulled your wrist, and brought you closer to him. The gaze that he set on you was intense and filled with passion--it was the same look he gave you when you shared your first kiss.

“I did,” You tried tugging yourself at the sound of his voice, only to make him grip you tighter. “I did, but I didn’t feel the fireworks.”

“What?” Draco let out a smile in response to the awe within your voice.

“It was only when I thought about you that I felt them. I’m stupid, I know--you know.” You softened your eyes.

“What are you trying to say, Draco Malfoy?” Before he responds, he loosens his hold, and intertwines his fingers into yours.

“That day, when we practiced--I felt it then. The fireworks. It was only with you.” Your heart has been through it today, but for the first time it erupts in sheer joy and relief.

“I felt it too.” The statement you made was quiet, but it was genuine, it was heartfelt, and it was enough for Draco to pull you into a hug.

“I love you, you know that?” He whispers into your ear. You chuckle, all the tension that has built up is swept away as you gingerly wrap your arms around his waist.

“Because we’re best friends or... as lovers?” He doesn’t respond right away. Instead he caresses your face and sweeps the loose strands of hair to the side. You allow your eyes to flutter closed to relish his gentle touch.

“Both.” Without much left to be said, he presses his lips against yours. The feelings, the fireworks--they’re all exactly like the first, if not even better. However, this time there was something more. With every kiss he plants on your lips is an overflow of emotions you never saw coming. His hands travel up against your sides, settling on the small of your back before flushing your body against his. In turn, you wrap your arms around his neck, allowing the kiss to open up even more. Fingers entangle the hair of each lover as longing flows through the intimate form of communication.

“Draco?” You ask, breaking away slightly. No response. Within the next second, you find your lips to be caught in his again.

“Yes?” The feel of him was so addicting that your question got lost in thought. It was only until you felt his hand going lower, giving your ass a soft squeeze, that you pulled away flustered. With a laugh spilling out of your lips, you send the boy a playful slap on his chest. He brought his hand back up slightly, allowing it to linger just a couple inches above the part of your body he was so tempted to grab. He looked at you with a goofy smile on his face.

“I can’t believe you’re the boy I grew up with.”

“It is I,” He pecks your lips, “in the flesh.” With a final peck, he leans his forehead against yours. The silence that follows soon after is filled with peace. All the conflicted emotions vanish completely as you find one another in each other’s arms.

“Y/N, my lovely lovely best friend, will you be my girlfriend?”

“Gladly.”

A/N: Hehe thank you for reading if you made it this far! I hope you have a wonderful day <3 Once again, feedback is very much appreciated!

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barleyshine · 3 years

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two slow dancers // p. parkinson

F!Reader x Pansy Parkinson

hohoho... i hope you haven’t been expecting this from me ^^ ahaha! happy birthday! have this small pansy indulgent work from me ^^

remember when i asked u if u’d prefer fluff or angst? well this isn’t exactly fluff but it isn’t exactly angst either. LOL just read it. i hope u like it! listen to two slow dancers - mitski for the Feels

warnings: major character death

You were ten years old when you first met a young girl with jet black hair and snarky attitude.

She told you that her name was Pansy Parkinson and she was amazing, and all the others were worse than her. Naturally, the attitude threw you off, and you immediately hated her. She also told your friend, Hermione, “Why is your hair so frizzy? It looks like you have never heard of a comb”, which inherently made you want to curse her into the ground.

“Parkinson, Pansy.”

You rolled your eyes when she stuck her tongue out to you, immediately remembering all her tall tales and “I’m not gonna get into Gryffindor because it is a stinky house that doesn’t deserve half of what has been given! Slytherin is the best house!” You prayed to unknown gods at that moment, so she can lick her own spit and get into-

“Slytherin!”

You groaned. This is gonna be a long ride.

You were thirteen years old when you decided not to hold all the careless and mean things you said against her.

You heard from your mother that her co-worker was going to visit your sick mother, to hand off some important paperwork to carry back into the Ministry. Upon learning that your mother’s co-worker also was gonna bring her family over for tea, you bubble with excitement to meet a new person during holidays.

That is, until the said person actually comes over.

“Hello! My name is Pansy.” A familliar voice sounded from the living room, and you internally groaned as you mother called you over to say hi.

“Hi everyone,” You greeted lamely. You barely paid attention to what your mother and Pansy’s mother is saying, and you focused on how Pansy looked at that moment.

Her eyes were glazed over, looking over at the kitchen. “Do you want a drink, perhaps?” You ask, a bit irritated.

“Oh no, we wouldn’t want Pansy to cause much trouble,” Pansy’s mother sweetly denied. “Isn’t that right, Pansy?”

Pansy snapped back into the conversation, her eyes alert. You furrowed your eyebrows, confused. Pansy wore the typical arrogant grin on her face. “Yes, of course not!”

You’re confused when the Parkinsons abruptly left, the mother quietly glaring at the daughter, leaving before the tea kettle even boiled.

You were fifteen years old when you finally befriended Pansy.

Pansy was out and about in Hogsmeade with her friends, Theo, Blaise, and Draco, and you couldn’t help but notice that Pansy was wearing a genuine smile on her face while mocking her friends. It was nothing like the weird grin that she always had on her face during class, or the one she wore when visiting your house.

You sighed and continued to trot all the way to Honeydukes, stopping to check out a very confused Harry Potter on a date with Cho Chang. You enter the shop, and-

“What are you doing here?” Your eyes blinked once and twice, adjusting to the lighting in the shop. A Pansy Parkinson looked at you, confused. “I thought the shop said ‘Closed’.”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, exiting the shop to find that, indeed, Honeydukes was closed. You came back in, and come face to face with Pansy again. “Ah, well, what are you doing here?”

Pansy blinked, before opening her mouth, and shutting it.

“I’m gonna leave now,” You muttered. “Don’t want to be arrested for breaking and entering.”

Pansy snickered, before pulling your hand. “I don’t know why, but I trust you not to tell anyone about this,” Pansy said, before pushing open the door to the stockroom.

You gasped.

“They had nowhere else to go,” Pansy explained, carrying up a whole cardboard filled with a litter of crup pups. “It’s the store owner’s cruppies. They trusted me, somehow, to take care of the pups while they’re gone. Don’t ask me why. And I swear, if word goes out, I will end you.”

You chuckled. “Can I touch one?”

Pansy nodded.

You cooed as you scoop one in your arms, being as gentle as possible, and petting them slowly. “When is the owner coming back? I need some sugar quills. And aren’t you a little cutie? Who’s a good crup? Oh, Merlin, it pissed on my gloves!”

Pansy laughed.

You smiled, wanting her genuine smile to last forever.

You were seventeen when you understood Pansy for the first time.

You were about to take a walk down your neighbourhood when you saw Pansy running. She looked frantic and frenzied, and upon seeing you, she froze. You sighed, before running up to her and dragging her inside the house.

“Tea? Or water?” You asked, heading into the kitchen after sitting her down on your couch. Pansy didn’t respond, and you quickly assumed she just wanted some water instead. You came back into the living room to give her a cup of water, and sipped from your own cup of water.

Pansy looked rough. Her eyes were hollow and eyebags were heavy, and her hair was messy and not taken care of. You remember clearly that she always loved to tie her hair, but...

“I cut my hair.” Pansy spoke for the first time. “My mother wanted me to join the Death-Eaters. I refused to.” She laughed bitterly, no humor in her laugh.

Your heart started to break.

“She kicked me out for being a blood traitor.” Pansy’s voice was thick. “I didn’t even do anything- I just didn’t want to join Voldemort because I saw what he did to Draco.”

You set down your cup of water. “Can I hug you?” You asked, responded with a nod. You settled down next to her, tugging her into a hug and she started to sob.

“This will pass, Pansy. And I’m going to stay with you until it does.” You find yourself making a promise when her body was limp in your arms, breathing softly.

You were eighteen when you knew that you loved her.

You both knew that this was it; the war was going to end. With the existence of Death-Eaters in your school, you were always anxious, and so was Pansy. You both spend almost every night on the same bed in each other’s arms, comforting each other and hoping for a better tomorrow.

You were half asleep at midnight when she brushed away your hair from your face, giving you soft butterfly kisses on your forehead, whispering to you a soft ‘happy birthday’. Your heart rate picked up quickly and you found yourself scolding yourself and trying to stay half-asleep.

“I’m sorry that you have to go through this,” She whispered to you, softly. “I’m sorry that we both have to go through this. I’m sorry that I can’t tell you how much I love you because, who knows? Maybe tomorrow we’ll be dead.”

What remains of your broken heart breaks into smaller pieces.

“So I’ll say it now, when you’re asleep and you won’t hear this and reject me. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Pansy said, pressing a small kiss on your cheek. “And I’ll love you even though we both might die in the end.”

She slipped her head in the nook of your neck, and you hummed, before settling back in bed.

You wish you could say it back at that moment.

“Happy birthday,” Pansy said. Your friends had surprised you in the common room, taking turns to hug you and taking magical photographs. It was a dark time, but it couldn’t dampen the ambitious plan by your friends to celebrate your birthday by shoving you inside a broom closet with Pansy. “I don’t know why I’m here.”

“Because you’re a dear friend to me, you arse,” You told her. She wrapped her hands around your waist, and you put your hands on her shoulders. It was soft and scary, but no one was watching. It was intimate.

You hummed a small tune, before moving and swaying to the tune you’re humming. Pansy followed suit, before finally the tune ends and you both are in each other’s arms.

“I should’ve told you this earlier, but... I love you too.” You whisper in her ear, still swaying.

Pansy’s grip on you hardened, before chuckling. “You heard that long ass paragraph I spouted out of nowhere? And you still love me back?”

“It’s because of the paragraph,” You laughed.

Pansy was eighteen years old when she lost you.

note: i hope you like it! bro i swear i never meant to make it sad... it came out of nowhere and punched me in the gut and wrote itself i swear. luvluvluv sorry for the angst but i hope u like dat fluff

happy birthday, @shizarianathania !

edit: minor grammar fixes!

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suhmayzooka · 4 years

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cursed child broadway, feb. 23, 2020

third time seeing cc in three months for one reason: my sister is, in her words, “in love with joey labrasca” (karl). she thinks he’s absolutely perfect. this past week i’ve endured her talking about how hot he is. i mean, i’ve gotten quite a bit of good lily luna material for my fics now, but at what expense? did i need to know that joey’s (very mild) acne made him look handsomer? did i need to know about how deep his eyes are? did I?

i teased her about what she’d do if he wasn’t on, and she said she’d be so upset.

we get to the theatre, i look at the cast…and james romney was karl.

my sister was shocked. the love of her life, who most likely has forgotten about her existence, wasn’t there for what looks to be our final time seeing the year 2 cast. she was devastated.

we also got to see antoinette robinson as hermione and tom patrick stephens as ron! and sarita amani nash was myrtle!! and kimberly dodson as polly!!

james!karl was great and i will bombard my sister with as much james romney content as i can in order to piss her off further :)

patrick du laney was the sorting hat and aaron bartz was the station master. we actually saw aaron walking into the theatre as we waited outside for part 2. he definitely has the draco swagger.

anyway let’s get to the good stuff!

~james snyder as harry! great as usual. i don’t think he did much differently than last time, or if he did it wasn’t very noticeable.

~diane davis as ginny – same w james. i think she held on to albus longer when they hug in godric’s hollow this time?

~jonno roberts as draco: okay this guy singlehandedly inspired me to start a fic back in december (that has…….yet to be finished………) with how his draco and bubba’s scorpius behaved and this was no exception. idk whether his mic got caught on something or if he was really bringing it all out, but when he shoves scorpius’s head against his desk in the dark world, he GROWLED the “you do NOT use her name in vain” line ???? i’ve never heard him say it like that, it’s usually more of a hiss. idk how to describe how he said it other than “growl.” almost like an animal.

then when he said “do it safely, i can’t lose you too” he’s looking directly at scorpius. it’s different from how i’m used to seeing him and closer how i picture him saying it; usually he’s looking away, like he’s afraid of showing vulnerability to scorpius. but here, with him looking directly at him, and said with so much emotion and love, even in such a dark place…oOOF

he refused to let go of scorpius when they met again in godric’s hollow. my heart…..always one arm around scorpius’s shoulders, or one hand on his chest, as scorpius clings on to him.

~kimberly!polly SMILED and giggled when she stepped in blood? “oh, potter, i’ve got blood on my shoe!” *delighted* and then as the staircase rolled away, she turned on her stomach to gaze down at scorpius, grinning flirtatiously. this is my second time seeing her as polly, but from what i remember, katherine!polly wasn’t as sadistic in the dark au as she was. i personally prefer kimberly!polly.

~sarita!myrtle!! like w kimberly!polly this is my second time seeing sarita!myrtle and i don’t really remember much about lauren!myrtle to compare, but sarita!myrtle was hilarious. she got a round of applause just for appearing. “girls….*turns around, stares directly @ albus* AND BOYS” *albus turns around, confused, as if she’s talking to someone behind him* UGHHH she’s so good and she’ll absolutely kill it as (main) polly, i can feel it.

~this was my first time seeing jack pravda as young harry! his voice is deeper than zell’s, and he was so adorably confused in the graveyard scene. “why are there so many flowers?”

~antoinette!hermione was a lot less playful than jenny!hermione. she does try for comedic effect, but she’s a bit more serious overall. she was so scary in the first timeline! when she waves her wand to dismiss the class and she’s standing all alone, she looks out with such a distant, despairing expression, then composes herself immediately.

~tom!ron was very funny! again, my issue with ron in cc comes down to how he was written. he may have been relegated to shitty comic relief (why……is one of the first things he says……a fart joke…..?), but it’s up to the actors do what they can to flesh out some semblance of a likeable character from the bs that the script gave us. and tom!ron was great!! he’s not as…dopey? dorky? as matt!ron, who’s very funny but a bit—childish? i guess? tom!ron feels more like an adult who still has a childish sense of humor, if that makes sense.

~ROMIONE. watching a new take on romione was like falling in love w romione all over again. tom/antoinette was a very loving pair. jenny/matt tease each other a lot more, but tom/antoinette are more tactile. their kiss was so sweet

~there’s hardly any love for sara farb’s delphi for some reason. i’m not sure why; her shift from delphi diggory to delphi riddle is so chilling. delphi diggory has a high pitched voice and is really goofy around albus. scorpius absolutely hates her lmao. as soon as she switches, her voice drops to a low growl and she’s downright terrifying. i’m sad to see her go!

~WILL CARLYON. is it possible to fall in love with the portrayal of a character in a handful of scenes? he’s got like five lines total but oh my god. one thing a lot of people note about nicholas!albus is the way he’s so obviously a fourteen-year-old child. will’s james sirius potter is SUCH a thirteen-year-old in the opening scene…it’s somewhat disconcerting watching this very-obviously-twenty-something-year-old man flap his arms going “WATCH OUTTT FOR THE THESTTRRAAAAAAALS” but it works? it’s believable?? he’s so close with lily luna. this is my third time seeing him and every time he pretends to pounce on her and hug her during the thestral line i fall in love?? ginny scolds him and he is sheepish, but he won’t stop making the troll face at albus. “SLITHERING SLYTHERIN STOP WITH YOUR DITHERING” *smacks albus*

~yeah i promised jsp content and i’m fucking delivering

~he’s sO excited watching albus get sorted. when the hat goes “SLYTHERIN” he’s absolutely shocked. he’s confused. he just stares at albus, confused, until yann (jonathan gordon, who once again gives us a delightfully dislikable yann) says some shit and james just turns to him and swats his hand at him. he genuinely looked ready to fight yann. i couldn’t tell but i think he tells him to stop?? it was hard to hear but his mouth definitely moved, i think to tell yann to cut it out.

~the scene with the students eavesdropping on mcgonagall’s meeting with the parents. oh my god i don’t think he did anything that much differently than last time but i need to talk about this because i didn’t do it justice in my last recap.

~they sit on the stairs (iirc) top to bottom craig, yann, karl, rose, james. i’m gonna ignore craig, yann, and karl since there are some serious family feels going on w rose and james

~jsp and rose begin the scene smiling, snickering as they hear that albus and scorpius fucked up. “ahaha they got into deep shit” but then when they learn that they wrote rose and hugo (??whom??) out of time and then killed harry, their faces fall. james’s eyes become vacant, far-off as he learns what happened to his brother. his breathing becomes heavier and faster until he’s a few breaths from hyperventilating. he leans his forehead against the stairwell/banister and shakes his head, mouthing/whispering “no…no…”

~nadia brown’s rose is such a little shit but she’s so good in this scene. when she learns that she didn’t exist in the new timeline, she grabs james’s shoulder and he grabs her hand. they don’t let go for the rest of the scene.

~i’m like half convinced that will got the part because of his amazingly expressive eyebrows. i think my sister calls it “back row acting?” his eyebrows can probably be seen from the back row. after the mcgonagall scene is over he sits on the stairs, raising one eyebrow at rose and hermione, then goes back to reading the scroll.

~i didn’t mean for this to become a will carlyon fan account but he deserves it. according to nicholas he’s the biggest potterhead in the cast. he’s a ravenclaw. he can sing. he’s so fucking valid and i’m so glad he’s staying for year 3. he’s got two followers on youtube and one of them is me. please guys like no one talks about him and i’ll fill this niche. same with the lovely sarita. she’s so kind and so beautiful and so talented she can sing so well and she gives everything during wand dance listen i spent the beginning of this thing making fun of my sister for liking joey so much but sarita……..

~cc nyc said straight girl/lesbian solidarity

~anyway…

~nicholas podany as albus. so. Many. Tears. i didn’t realize this before but his whole body trembles when he cries?? i first noticed this when he and harry were in the slytherin common room. i was like “are his pajamas vibrating?? is this an optical illusion (they’re striped pajamas)???” no, his whole body was shaking with suppressed crying. once i noticed i couldn’t un-notice and this continued for the rest of the show.

~bubba weiler’s scorpius didn’t seem much different from usual? i could go on about him but….that’s what my unfinished fic is for……one day……….

~okay so this is where i elaborate on the scorbus moments that made me want to YEET myself off the roof of the theatre (if you had to make sense of my typos on discord: i am Sorry)

~the slytherin dorm scene: scorpius tickles albus to wake him up. he then makes himself comfortable on albus’s bed and won’t stop rubbing and patting his thigh.

~in addition to being austistic, bubba!scorp is bisexual (jon case would be proud) and here is PROOF: to flirt, bubba!scorpius leans against objects, sprawls his body out, plays with his hair, etc all extremely cheesy, greasy, suave moves. he blows a kiss to polly as he’s sprawled across the stairs. when he ROLLS down the stairs (looked painful…) to see rose at the end, he plays with his hair, shoots her a finger gun (further proof he’s bi), and lowers his voice. but the comparison i need to highlight is THIS: when he says rose smells like bread, (1) he leans against the suitcases, trying to look suave, and (2) his face is instant regret. he silently bends back and mouths “WHAT WHY BREAD?? WHAT??? WHY???” and now…when he delivers his “ENGORGIMPRESSED” line to albus, he (1) leans against the sink, (2) grins, lowering his voice, and when the pun doesn’t land, (3) his face immediately falls, instant regret, the literal definition of “oH MY GOD WHAT WHY DID I JUST SAY THAT” the same expression he had when rose wasn’t impressed. coincidence? i think NOT. he’s trying so hard to flirt but he has no idea how to interact w people im --

~delphi in the church: when the adults have all surrounded delphi with their magic in the center of the stage, albus, ginny, and scorpius are huddled together. scorpius is behind albus, clutching his shoulder and hand. albus breaks free for “SHE’S A MURDERER I’VE SEEN HER MURDER” (an underappreciated line imo) and scorpius just watches him, clearly wanting to help but not knowing how

~the final hug. my initial, endorphin-fueled reaction was, verbatim: “THE FUNAL HUG NSCWR SEEN IR LAST SO LLNG NEVER SAW NICJ HUG HIM BACK NOSES ALMOST TOYCHONF.” not even this is enough to convey my reaction to the final hug, but i’ll try my best to transcribe it.

scorpius: runs up the stairs, grabs albus into a hug

albus: stunned for a moment, then wraps his arms around scorpius’s shoulders and hugs him back, burying his face into the crook of scorpius’s neck. this is the first time i’ve seen him hug back, at least so fiercely. they stand there for a good 3-5 seconds, then albus says, quietly, “what’s this? i thought we didn’t hug.”

scorpius, pulling back but still close to albus: “i wasn’t sure whether we should…” *looks up at albus, literal inches from his face* “in this new version of us…” *more gazing into each other’s eyes for a few seconds*

albus: “well…you better ask rose if it’s the right thing to do…” he sounded unsure? not as playful as before?

scorpius: *stares at albus for a few seconds* “a..aaha………..yeah right!”

he turns around and runs down the stairs. albus goes “i’ll see you at dinner!” and scorpius turns around, smiles at him, and walks off, albus grinning and gazing so lovingly as he departs i’m gonna c r y

i can’t think of anything else to say about the show itself? but my sister has given me a lot of material so i’m gonna talk about what went on with her because it’s relevant to our stage door interactions.

as we ate, she described how she would rewrite cc. she has valid and absolutely invalid suggestions. she would keep the father/son issues, make scorbus canon, remove or rewrite rose, and rewrite delphi’s backstory (valid). she would remove the sorting hat and the dark timeline (not valid).

during the intermission between acts 3 and 4, we started looking through the playbill and she started gossiping/venting about how much she hates the people in her school’s theatre (valid, since they’re bullying assholes). i brought up a meme i sent her that i saw on twitter about how no high school theatre guys can sing, act, dance, and not be sexist. somehow this discussion went back to nicholas podany? she was like, “i’ve been listening to his songs and deep blue is a low-key bop.” i asked if she heard his most recent song, telling myself. she hadn’t and she immediately went to soundcloud to listen to it. her reaction was PRICELESS. she absolutely adored it. she was dancing in her seat, going “okay this is actually really good??” like ofc it is? i don’t recommend bad songs? she tried to replay it but then her data ran out and the lyric theatre wifi is shit so she got very upset. then the lights turned off and she reluctantly took out her earbuds.

there was a little girl (around 6-7ish, i’d say) in the very first row dressed as hermione for part one--complete with a doll and a broom. for part two she was wearing a hedwig costume that looked homemade! she was very adorable, and bubba waved hello to her when he came for the curtain call.

stage door:

~sarita came out first! we told her that this was our third time at the show and second time seeing her. i congratulated her on being cast as polly and she was so happy! dare i say…..loml

~tom and antoinette were so happy to have been the first cover romione we saw! tom was like “ah, you saw the best ron (himself)!” we were in front of a man from the uk who had seen the london show five times, and he and tom struck up a conversation about where they were from.

~nadia brown was so happy to see us! she didn’t remember us lmao but she’s so friendly

~edward james hyland (amos/dumbledore) was…politically campaigning?? the people in front of us were from vermont and he was like “ah…vermont…do you support bernie??” just like that. they were caught off guard but i think they gave an affirmative answer, and he was like “and if he doesn’t get the nomination…?” they were still caught off guard and he just went “you’ll vote blue, right…? cause it’s the right thing to do….?” idk i’m firmly liberal but i thought this was a weird place to get political but okay

~EVERYONE was telling nicholas podany about how much they love telling myself. he was telling the people in front of us about how it was mastered/mixed by solange’s producer(?) and my sister and i exchanged :0 looks. she was getting shy, but i was like “tell him! he’ll love to talk about it, i guarantee it!” because even though i produce 0 content, i *am* an artist and i *do* know that we artists love validation

~so he came to us and she started talking about his songs! we’re fortunate that it was a more rock-y song so we’re…able to sound like we know what we’re talking about lmao. growing up our mom would play us classical music (check out beethoven’s wig yo) and our dad would play us the ramones. one of my earliest memories was arguing with my sister (probably around 4 at the time) about the lyrics to “i wanna be sedated” ahh… (she was correct btw)

~(don’t argue with me the ramones may not be poets but they’re valid)

~i was right! he was SO excited to talk to us!! my sister complimented the song and the production. she said “i ADORE your new song!! it’s a high key bop!” and he broke into the BIGGEST smile. she was like “i’m gonna play it until i hate it” and he said something along the lines of “i was in the studio listening to it nonstop for 8(??) hours i can’t stand it.” he was talking about how he made the song with his “own scorpius” but i forgot who…he said scorpius and my mind blanked lmao. he’s brought this person up before in interviews so i can probably find it. she complimented the fact that it was different from his usual stuff and he told us about how he had a rock band in high school. @nick where tf is your rock content pls deliver

~i actually spoke this time and cut in to tell him about how she was trying to listen to it on repeat but the signal gave out. she was trying to tell me to shut up but it’s my legal duty as the older sister to embarrass her.

me: “I told her about your song during the intermission—”

her: “don’t!”

me: “no, nO, i told her and she was listening and then she ran out of data—”

him: “aaAa noo!”

her: “I listened to it!”

~then i told him that we loved seeing how he played albus and that we’re going to miss him, that we were going to see the cast change show but we couldn’t get tickets (i kindly left off the reason why), and he was so sweet about it *clenches heart* he told us how much he loves being able to experience this, that we’ll be so lucky to have james romney take over, etc etc i kinda wasn’t listening bc I was too emo, but I remember going “…but I don’t want to say goodbye…” and he just. gave me a sad look like “I know.” there was so much pity in his expression. why is he leaving us.

~the uk guy behind us was talking about how he’d seen the london year 3 and 4. nicholas was like “oh, joe and dom? yeah i’ve spoken to joe and dom—wait, no, i haven’t met dom? i know he has an impressive social media presence” and they started talking about how different actors bring different things to albus and how the show allows them to explore different aspects to their characters and he just…wasn’t making any of this any easier for me lmao i’m mourning the loss of nick!albus and it’s not even march

~i feel bad that we weren’t able to speak with fiona reid (petunia/umbridge) because nicholas was talking to us.

~jonno roberts. this was the first time i’ve interacted w him at sd. his draco has made such an impact on me, he’s my favorite actor in the show, and what do i say? what great words come out of my mouth? “hi you were great.” my sister KICKED me with her heeled boots. good thing i’m a lesbian because my doc martens protected my feet from the force of her anger.

~james snyder was enraptured in conversation with the people in front of us and just took our playbills to sign as he spoke with them. then he went “hi,” passed over us to talk to the guy behind us. my sister was like “you were great!”

~tbh sd was kinda messy bc we were at the end of the line and the barrier things didn’t allow for the actors to get enough room to interact with the fans at the back. also jonno was standing there and he’s not a small man.

~saw several male actors leaving sd, waving goodbye at us and just walking away. MOOD. i was exhausted and i wasn’t the one running around on stage!

#ccsquad #cursed child #hp #i see cc

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Draco Malfoy and the Obnoxious Stone

Rating: All Audiences

Tags: Time travel, AU/Canon divergence, Redemption, Character growth

Chapter: 3/9 [complete]

AO3: Read Here

“You better have a good reason for not writing back to most of my letters last month.” Pansy Parkinson announced the moment her head made it through the threshold of the train compartment. Draco couldn’t push down a feeling of guilt and let himself get distracted enough to lose a round of exploding snap against Goyle. He had barely just calmed enough to look in Crabbe’s direction, thank you very much, and did not want more reminders of the future mistakes he would make.

“Well, they were rather dull. I didn’t think my input would change how the weather ruined your plans,” his friend bristled, but that’s how they always worked best together. “You remember weather spells exist, don’t you? Why do they have to be natural thunderstorms?”

“It’s not the same.” she stretched the vowels, petulant. Draco shifted closer to the window to make room for them both. The train only set off a few moments prior, and were he to peer out the windows, he would still be able to catch the last parents waving goodbye to some student he would have probably seen tortured or killed if Draco paid any attention to anyone’s suffering in the war.

“You got to play quidditch with your cousins, nothing to complain about. Did you work on your catches?”

Pansy, in fact, did not practice her catches this summer, and told Draco exactly what she thought about spending precious time with obnoxious and spoilt kids. This time, Draco stopped himself for pointing out she should fit right in with that crowd. She really did seem put out.

Instead, Draco reached for the abandoned book on obscure age altering potions he pocketed at Flourish and Blott’s while browsing for non-incriminating books that could still be useful. There wasn’t as much choice at the store as he hoped for, but the library at Hogwarts would definitely have an answer, he couldn’t accept anything else. The dusty, in all likelihood outdated, tome had yet to provide a good lead on his situation. On the bright side, if he wanted to remain in this 11 year old body for much longer than a year or return to a more adult form, he now knew half a dozen ways of making it happen and the side effects of each one.

With a sigh, Draco rejoined the discussion about exactly how much cheating in chess is permissible before it’s embarrassing even if you don’t get caught. He hated playing against Pansy on days she decided there was no limit. The other boys somehow ended up entertaining them with all the misadventures they ended up in over the last month, not sugar coating their own ignorance or stupid ideas in the slightest. Before long, though, the conversation died out, probably because no one was used to Draco not vying for the spotlight at every opportunity.

Draco climbed up onto the seat with his book in hand to find his school robes and less frustrating reading material. Everything was going well until he forgot he wasn’t tall enough to step back to pull his trunk down without tumbling down. The trunk avoided squashing him by an inch, but that wasn’t enough to soften the blow to his ego (or his behind). The other kids bursting into laughter definitely didn’t help the issue one bit.

“Ahaha maybe you need to pra-haha practice more swan dives off a stage!” Pansy’s tone couldn’t even reach mocking, she was too busy trying to hold back her laughter. “You were so graceful before .”

“Maybe it’s puberty.“ Crabbe choked out, visibly preening at the rare opportunity to berate him. Goyle laughed so hard he started a coughing fit. Draco would never hear the end of it at this rate. He had to clear his head and recover whatever dignity he could.

He got up with as much poise as he could, considering the burning in his cheeks and ears, and slammed to door on his way out. The food trolley witch would be doing a round by now, he figured, he could buy some sweets for their silence.

He almost reached the front of the train by the time he caught up to the trolley. While the lady counted out change, Draco could have sworn he saw a green chocolate frog jump out of a wrapper and onto her shoulder, but the woman didn’t react. The return journey was slower both with residual embarrassment and the weight of bribes filling his pockets. He pushed past a few groups of older students, who seemed to be debating if Harry Potter was on the train, one of them claiming the boy must have gone abroad to hide from vengeful Death Eaters and will definitely be attending Durmstrang.

Draco almost ran into Hermione Granger as she marched out of a compartment with enough determination and energy to trample right over him.

“You haven’t seen a toad around, have you?” She asked. “A boy called Neville is looking for one, its name is Trevor.”

Draco wasn’t ready. Potter was one thing, he could still hate the Chosen One. But here stood Granger before he belittled and demeaned her in front of most, before he teased and bullied her for being smarter and more dedicated, before witnessing the torture she endured in his home. He felt sick.

“Well? Have you seen one around or not?” Granger prompted again.

“What’s the point of looking? The toad must have taken one look at him and realised it was a lost cause” what was he doing? He wanted to fix things, or to run away from all those he hurt before. Not preemptively insult them. Draco couldn’t tell whether he felt ill, angry, or just tired.

“How dare you. You can’t say things like that!”

Their heated exchange drew attention from the compartment beside them, it’s door opening to show a tall ginger (definitely Ron Weasley), and Potter. This settled it, Draco had to be stuck in his personal hell.

“Oi! What’s going on?” Weasley grumbled. “Can’t you question him somewhere else?”

“Hey, it’s you again. Draco Malfoy?” Potter chimed in, sounding out his name as though it was difficult to remember.

“You know him? Ask him if he’s seen Neville’s toad.” Granger put Potter between her and Draco with a couple steps back.

“It’ll be a public service to let the toad go. It belongs with a proper wizard.”

Apparently, Draco just couldn’t help himself.

“Of course the git would say that. Forget about it Harry, Hermione. Don’t expect any good from a Malfoy.” Weasley exclaimed with pride. The worst part was it wasn’t completely wrong. Still, Draco was already worked up and past the point of no return.

“I don’t even need to ask your name, Weasley. Father says your parents have more children than garden gnomes. Figures Potter would take pity on a charity case like you.” Weasley’s face turned scarlet, and both boys seemed ready for a fistfight, Draco realised a little late with a sinking feeling in his stomach. “Anyway, I have better things to be doing.”

He swerved out of range just in case one of them decided to go for a punch, and carried on. He wouldn’t admit to feeling guilt about coming full circle when it comes to these three, but something pushed him to mention the food trolley witch to Granger as he passed. The toad was probably long gone by then, anyway.

His friends greeted him somewhat remorsefully, and they spent the rest of the way to Hogwarts playing cards and enjoying his snacks. Not long after sunset the train came to a stop. Draco couldn’t contain his excitement. They followed other first years to the lake shore, where Hagrid packed them into boats. A breathtaking reflection of the stars spread around them on patches of still water. They cut through it, gentle ripples appearing around them like a gathered shimmering silk. It was a real shame only first years got to experience this sight.

“Has someone forgotten a toad?” Hagrid helped an embarrassed Longbottom climb back into the boat. They must have found it on the train, but the amphibian seemed to know what it wanted.

Draco kept to a group of pureblood students and away from the soon to be gryffindors, only slightly preoccupied by a possible continuation of their argument on the train, but Professor McGonagall didn’t make them wait long.

He lost focus, staring at the teacher table. He felt faint, palms sweating, and couldn’t tear his eyes away from Severus Snape and Dumbledore. Here they were, alive and unaware. A song reached him more like wind wailing outside tightly closed doors, he couldn’t join in if his life depended on it. McGonagall repeated his name twice before anything broke Draco out of thought. It was his turn. He pushed past a smaller kid out of his way to the Sorting Hat.

“My, my... this should be the first time we meet, young man. Yet, I see you have already found yourself amongst loyal snakes.”

“Just put me where I belong, it’s been a long day already,” Draco thought, grinding his teeth in frustration.

“Now, let’s not be hasty... It’s true you still have Slytherin on your mind, but is it truly where your heart lies?” The Hat carried on. “Gryffindor could hone your courage and quench a thirst for justice, child. You could make a bigger difference than you ever thought possible.”

Draco looked up at his godfather, at the headmaster, at the faces of all these children doomed to take part in a war they didn’t want. If he could slow Voldemort’s return, maybe they could all be safe. The war could be stopped before it even began. He caught Potter, staring at him with a mixture of worry and disgust.

“Forget it, I wouldn’t be caught dead with that lot. Even Hufflepuff would be better than Gryffindor.”

“Another difficult one, I see. Have it your way...”

The Slytherin table cheered at the Hat’s decision, as Draco took a seat opposite Crabbe and Goyle, who were too busy trying to stare food into existence on the empty plates between them.

The rest of the sorting went as expected. Nott, Theodore and Pansy joined them with a lot less fanfare than Draco or Potter, who ended up causing an uproar by landing in Gryffindor. Weasley followed suit, and finally Zabini, Blaise sat on Draco’s unoccupied side.

“I’m Draco.”

“Blaise. Does the Hat actually listen to us? I thought I saw you talking back to it.”

“It does, when someone is good enough to be in two houses. I hear it’s rare for a real hat stall to happen. It has to take more than five minutes.”

“Sweet! Which house did you turn down for better company?” He asked with a grin.

“... Ravenclaw.”

“Well, then it’s settled Draco. That puts you in charge of making sure we all pass!” Pansy joined in on his other side with a laugh. She gestured with a tilt of her head, pointing out Crabbe and Goyle. “We’ll definitely need a miracle for those two to make it.”

#hp fanfic #au fic #draco malfoy #harry potter

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oc asks!! 7, 11, 12, for robin, caoimhe, & bin ji!! bonus question - of their friends/coworkers, who are their favorites?

7: does your OC have any markings such as a birthmark or scar?

Robin

Oh this is fun, um! I have a scar on my hip where I fell off my bed and hit it on an end table next to me! And I have a few moles on my shoulders that look like the Draco constellation!

Caoimhe

I have a lot of scars so, I don’t really know how to explain that one but I have a little warping in my bark that looks like a little wart in my knee.

Bin Ji

I have these scars on the upper parts of my arms, here and I have some freckles on my left thigh that look sort of like a bear!

11: what’s your ocs relationship with their mother?

Robin

Ahhh..... I haven’t seen my mom in a while... I don’t even know where my parents are... I guess you could count my relationship with Commander Shepherd? It’s pretty fun, she bullies me a lot though.

Caoimhe

I dislike my “mother” not that she’s much of one for the non-firstborn. If we’re talking about my mother figure, Biadaiche though, then we’re super close!

Bin Ji

Erm.... Awkward~ I’m an orphan. So, I guess this isn’t applicable.

12: what’s your ocs relationship with their father?

Robin

Again, I haven’t seen my father in ages, I don’t really have a relationship with him but I do have some good memories. With both my parents! But, currently? Does the commander’s husband Garrus count? Ahaha, I feel like I’ve disappointed you, sorry.

Caoimhe

I don’t have one. Unless my horrible excuse for a mother counts, then no? Perhaps Navarchus, could count and if so, we have a very good relationship! We’re very close!

Bin Ji

Again, very much an orphan but I appreciate the concern for weather or not I have healthy familial relationships! You’re very kind.

Bonus question: of their friends and coworkers, who are their favorites?

Robin

Nico, for definite! And the commander, and mr. Garrus and Tali and Joker and Wrex an- Oh, look at me ramble. I guess I like all of them! But probably Nico the most. Don’t tell him though!

Caoimhe

Ah! I’d say Navarchus! He’s very capable! And good at running the bar! For friends though, I’d say Warden Saoirse. She’s very kind to me...

Bin Ji

Ah! I don’t have many good modelingncoworkers although my makeup artist is super nice! As for vigilante work, I work with this one guy, Toxin... He’s so awesome.

#gw2 oc #gw2 #caoimhe #bnha #bnha oc #lee bin ji #vulpecula #me oc #me #robin wren

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daisymondays · 5 years

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Hi!! Can I have 1 an 6 for the fic title meme, please? ❤❤

ahaha, well a very lovely and enthusastic Nonnie beat you to it by asking me all of them LOL

1. Favorite fic title, and why?

is answered here and is my current one Karma’s A Fake Orgasm cause I’m mature so find the word orgasm really funny

and I’ll give you a different answer for

6. A fic that had a very different working title as a WIP?

The working title for my Joggers was Draco Malfoy Doesn’t Date which ended up just become Strings Attatched because of the repeated references throughout the fic:

“I’m not asking for anything. I just think you’re a bloody good lay and I wouldn’t mind doing this again sometime.”“No strings attached?”Potter looks at him like he’s an idiot. “It’s me and you, Draco, there’s always going to be strings attached.”

“What do you want me to say?”“I want you to admit that there are strings attached, that there were always strings attached,” Potter says. He’s not looking away from Draco and so Draco doesn’t look away from him. “Because if you can’t say that, I’m going to need you to let me go.”“What?”“Tell me there are strings attached or when you come home, don’t come find me.”

He’s late arriving in Croaker’s office in the end, but he can’t bring himself to regret his detour to the Department owlery. Especially as he thinks about the small grey owl currently flying over London to Potter’s house, carrying an envelope with a simple note inside.There were always strings attached. DLM

There’s like a couple more but they’re the big three really so while possibly not as catchy as the working title this title backs more of an emotional punch when reading the fic and kinda following Draco’s journey as he tries to figure out what he wants from his relationship with Harry

Thankyou!!!

#gracie speaks #drarry #i often forget about this fic which is dumb as i REALLY like it

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pottercrew · 6 years

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One word for Drarry Drabble: Jealous (PS I just found your account and I love your writing. You could say I’m jealous 😉)

Ahhhhh thank you so much you’re so sweet!! Sorry this is so late, it’s been a hectic few months. This came out far more angsty then it was supposed to lol. But I’ve been trying to just go with where my writing takes me ahaha. Sorry if this isn’t what you had in mind! And sorry if it just finishes aha I’m rubbish at ending these things xx

Harry was jealous. He wasn’t proud of it, nor did he particularly like it, but he felt it. Sitting there, a hand wrapped around his pint, surrounded by friends, watching Draco Malfoy getting hit on at the bar. He knew why he felt it of course, he wasn’t a complete fool as many believed, but it was something he wasn’t used to, at least not this intense. He wanted to tear the hand that had just settled on Malfoy’s arm off, he wanted it so badly that he had to dig his nail into his palm to fight to urge to go up there. This wasn’t healthy. He knew it wasn’t.

He needed to get rid of it. It wouldn’t help anybody. Not him nor Malfoy. They were not together, he was not his boyfriend, they had shagged once, they weren’t even close friends, but Harry felt it and it was driving him mad and he had no idea how to get rid of it. He wanted to, he wanted to throw the feeling away and leave it to die. But he couldn’t, and that somehow made it worse.

He didn’t even know why Malfoy was here in the first place. Yes he was here with his friends, who had somehow become Harry’s friends in the last few months but that didn’t explain why they had invited him. Was it because he and Harry had not fought since school that they had seen? Or that every ministry function they both had to attend they didn’t rip into each other so the others thought they were friends? That was the complete opposite of what they were. They were civil with each other out of awkwardness, not knowing what to say to each other after the quick, hard and completely drunken accident that had happened two months ago.

Harry’s desire to fight Malfoy had slowly changed into one of sexual attraction at a point Harry could not remember and it had dampened any desire to argue with the blonde. It had not dissipated since that stupid night. He had instead been civil enough that he could get out of conversation with the other man as quickly as possible, in fear of being discovered, something which, as Luna had told him, was idiotic if they couldn’t read his mind. But Harry was paranoid someone would figure it out. Not because it was a guy, he had come out as bi years ago, but because it was fucking Malfoy of all people. Stupid, attractive, infuriating, funny, smart Malfoy that had somehow gotten under his skin far more than he had ever wanted.

Clenching his teeth, Harry watched as the man got closer and whispered something into Malfoy’s ear and Malfoy laughed back. The feeling increased, and Harry lent back in his chair, tearing his eyes away. What Malfoy did was his own business just like what Harry did was his own. It wasn’t Malfoy’s fault he had these feelings, so there was no reason why he should put them on him. It was Harry’s fault alone and he would deal with it. Malfoy had shown no intrest after that one night, it had stung when Harry had realised but he had gotten over it, or so he had thought.

As he looked out the window, he caught sight of Pansy looking at him, a concerned frown on her face. She must know about what they did, Malfoy tells her everything after all. Harry watched her look to the bar then back at him and she caught his eye and raised her eyebrow. Harry shrugged at her and looked out the window.

“You alright mate?” Ron asked next to him, finished with his conversation with Seamus about the recent choices for the Quidditch world cup.

“Yeah” Harry responded, he had to be. He wouldn’t fall into the feelings his mind desperately wanted to. He’d ignore it, for both his and Malfoy’s sake.

Send me a word and I’ll write a Drarry drabble for it!

#Drarry #Harry Potter #Harry James Potter #Draco Malfoy #jealousy #jealous Harry

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thenextgeneration3 · 7 years

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The Next Generation (part two)

Six months in Hogwarts

Y/n POV

As always I was in the common in front of the fire listening to some of Orion’s records currently listening to the Beatles. He’s into the rock and roll look just like Sirius in the photo. A leather jacket, combat boots, a Gryffindor tee on and black skinny jeans. We were planning our next prank to play on Professor Snape. Our last one didn’t go as well as we planned. It ended with Professor Quirrell covered in white paint and yellow feathers rather than professor Snape which wasn’t the plan. It all went messed up because one of the Hufflepuff students kept him behind after potions. Even though it wasn’t a success it was still funny. Harry, Orion, Ron and I got detention for a week with Professor Q and a letter home to our parents. We can tell how that went. This time Fred and George gave us the marauders map as long as they helped with some pranks. Since we needed it more for the pranks we were planning. This one was going to be better than the last. We Rigged a bucket of syrup, glitter and pink feathers. Hopefully this time it hit its target.

Two weeks later.

It was go time. Orion has been practicing his floating charm while I had created the concoction. Harry checked the map to see that Snape was indeed in that room. Ron made sure that no one would disturb the boys and I. It was go time. “Y/n. You ready” Orion whispered as I put the final tub of glitter in the syrup. “I’m done you all ready to go.” We all moved to our positions as as we waited for the prank to unfold. Harry and I hid behind a statue as Orion was a little to the side concentrating on his spell. It was go time. The bell rang and the class room enter “Now” Harry shouted as someone walked out the class room Orion tipped the bucket and moved to be with Harry and I. “Ahahahahaha what the bloody hell is this ” a boys scream was heard through the hallway. “Omg. Harry that wasn’t Snape” I couldn’t contain my laughter and I look upon the scene of Draco Malfoy covered in red and gold glitter and pink feathers. “Yeah I know. I though this would be way funnier” we all couldn’t contain our laughter as Draco had a melt down about what had happen to him. “Potter and his band of freaks are going to pay for this. Wait till my father hears about this.” Draco shouted as he stormed off to the Slytherin common room leaving a trail of glitter behind him. “Ahaha that was the best thing ever why didn’t we think of Draco at the start. Yes Harry.” We were joined by Ron and Hermione as the three of us couldn’t contain our laughter. However, we didn’t notice that Professor Snape was standing behind us. “Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, Miss Y/L/n, Mr. Weasley and I’m surprised Miss. Granger as well. I should have known this was all your doing.” He gave Harry a dirty look and muttered something under his breath. “I will be informing your head of house about this ordeal. Also be taking 10 points each from Gryffindor.” He turned and headed to find Professor McGonagall.

McGonagall’s office:

“Well. You will be serving a week worth of detentions. I see professor Snape has already deducted point. I will also be writing home to all your parents and guardians. I hope your pleased with your selves.” She stated as she looked at all 5 of us. With a small smile creeping upon her lips. “Well professor i would say that was the best one by far but…” Orion stated with a cocky grin. I couldn’t help but giggle which resulted in Hermione kicking me in the shin. “That will be an extra 2 days of detention for you Mr.Black I hope it will teach you to keep your remarks to yourself next time. I can see you’ve gotten that from your father as well. Now please leave my office while I write to your parents.” She said while turning to grab parchment and her quill.

Breakfast next day.

Three owls flew towards the Gryffindor table all carrying the same red envelope. A howler. We all looked at each other as Ron's owl dived into the corn flakes where as mine and Orion’s perched nicely on the table. We all took a moment to look at each other and Gulp. “Should I go first we know my mum shouldn’t be to angry. Well I hope.” I said while feeding a pancake to the owl and starting to open the howler “ Y/n Y/M/n Y/L/n. I CANT BELIEVE IVE GOTTEN YET ANOTHER LETTER FROM YOUR HEAD OF HOUSE. DO YOU REALISE HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU ARE IN WHEN YOU COME HOME. IM TAKING… oh god I don’t even know what to take off you. YOU KNOW WHAT ILL TAKE AWAY YOUR CHOCOLATE AND YOUR MORTAL INSTRUMENTS BOOK SERIES FOR TWO WEEKS. Now I have the parent thing out the way. I’m proud of you your dad and his friends never pulled that trick on any one while they were there. Omg they would have been so proud right now. Well your dad would talk about rules but that not the point. Anyways how would you like your friends to come after stay for the week for Christmas I’m sure we can make room. Oh dear tell Harry If he want he can stay the two weeks if he really wants we can celebrate Christmas together. Oh and Orion I have some old records here that aren’t getting used if you want them. Right I’m going love you see you soon. And please for the love of Merlin stay out of trouble will you.” With that the letter began to shed into my pancakes. Orion and Ron were next to open there letters Ron’s was more angry and not pleased by Orion’s mum Marlene told him to try out more work into his studies rather than pranking. Which he just laughed at. Breakfast ended with us all laughing and Ron looking slightly scared of his mother.

Part 3 coming soon.

#harry potter x reader #harry potter #ron weasley #ron weasly x reader #draco malfoy #sirius black #maurders #hermione granger #hermione granger x reader

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