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you-ok-bro3 days agoText


sir i regret to inform you that i am almost exclusively controlled by the moon and can only do that which she permits.

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basically, a lot of male critics thought it was girly (and thus bad)


i read something interesting in my Romantic Lit textbook today.

nowadays, we regard the gothic genre as a highbrow staple of classic literature. but in the 18th century, men looked down on it, because it was mainly popular among women. i think we can draw a comparison between the historical attitudes toward gothic lit & modern day attitudes toward romance novels, chicklit, romcoms, etc.

men have ALWAYS ridiculed things that teenage girls and women enjoy.

ESPECIALLY bc many gothic writers were women.

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harry potter au where they try and change voldemort to being good just like man-ray

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what most people think hufflepuffs are like

hufflepuff: friends! happiness! cuddles!

what hufflepuffs are actually like

hufflepuff: yeah i had like 3 mental break downs last night, but it washed all my makeup off so i鈥檓 kinda thriving

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pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader
summary: maybe being fancied by draco malfoy isn鈥檛 so bad, after all.
requests are closed for now. please refrain from plagiarizing my work!
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鈥淲hy is it so bloody cold?鈥

[Y/N] is decked out in full winter apparel; a knitted Gryffindor sweater, ear-muffs, and a scarf that she has half of her face buried in.

Sitting in the Quidditch stands with the rest of her friends, she grumbles, 鈥淚t鈥檚 not even a Gryffindor match. We don鈥檛 really have to be here freezing to death.鈥

鈥淲ell, it鈥檚 common courtesy,鈥 says Hermione, but she鈥檚 just as cold as [Y/N] is; there鈥檚 bits of snow stuck in her hair and the tip of her nose is pink.

Ron snorts loudly. 鈥淲e鈥檙e here to watch Slytherin lose,鈥 he says matter-of-factly, still in the process of smearing streaks of blue paint across his cheek.

[Y/N] watches him, nose scrunched. “Well, aren鈥檛 you the Ravenclaw fanatic.鈥

He gives her a grin and holds out the small tub of paint. 鈥淲ant some?鈥

She bunches up her lips in thought, then reaches out to take it. Annoyingly enough, Ron pulls back at the last moment, grinning wider than ever, and says, 鈥淥r d'you want to show support for your boyfriend Malfoy? Hermione, why don鈥檛 you turn this green鈥斺

[Y/N] dives over Hermione and Harry to smack Ron round the head, only for the pair to hold her back and push her into her seat.

Exasperated, Hermione huffs, 鈥Honestly, Ronald, will you stop bringing that up?鈥 She glares at him. 鈥淵ou know fully well [Y/N] doesn鈥檛 like it.鈥

Ron (and Harry, although he isn鈥檛 as boisterous about it as the redhead), thinks that the 鈥渂lond ferret鈥 taking a fancying to her is one of, if not the most hilarious thing to have ever happened in history. Annoyingly enough, Ron has made it a habit to tease her about it every chance he gets鈥攖his one being one of them.

鈥淚f I didn鈥檛 know better, I鈥檇 have thought Ron fancied Malfoy with how much he talks about him,鈥 grins Harry. This earns him a smatter of blue paint across his face; Ron had flicked it at him.

With one last eye-roll, [Y/N] tears her gaze away from Ron and digs her nose further into her scarf. It really is very cold; snow is falling from the sky, seeping into her clothes, some landing on her hair and on her face. Thankfully there鈥檚 not so much of it that the players on the pitch wouldn鈥檛 be able to see around them, but still鈥擺Y/N] imagines that it鈥檇 be a lot colder for them, having to fly around the stadium with the cold wind whipping at their robes.

There鈥檚 a buzz of loud chatter hanging in the air as conversations from all around them overlap over one another. The entire stadium is slowly filling up; students trickle into the stands, a majority of which have adorned themselves with blue accessories as a show of support to Ravenclaw. One side of the stands, however, is entirely green. Through the snow, she can see a big serpent-shaped balloon hovering over the Slytherin side.

鈥淭hey鈥檙e coming out!鈥 someone exclaims.

Sure enough, when [Y/N] looks down at the pitch, players from both teams have appeared and congregated at opposite ends of the pitch. Slytherin and Ravenclaw; whichever house wins will play Gryffindor for the house cup. Most bets are on Slytherin, but [Y/N] would have to be dead before she is caught anywhere supporting them.

鈥淟ook, it鈥檚 [Y/N]鈥檚 boyfriend,鈥 gushes Ron.

More out of habit than anything, [Y/N] shoots the redhead yet another brief, scathing look. Draco Malfoy is there, even though he鈥檚 nowhere near being her boyfriend, pale face set into a stoic expression of calm as he stands with the rest of his team, one hand on his broom and the other on his hip鈥攁nd this specific image has her thinking back to what happened two weeks ago on this very same pitch, except the stadium was empty and it was only the two of them on the grounds; when he鈥檇 confessed to liking her.

As if Malfoy has somehow heard her thoughts over the noise of excited chatter coming from all over the stands, he looks up, eyes sweeping the seats in search for someone before finally, they land on her.

When he meets her gaze, [Y/N]鈥檚 breath isn鈥檛 knocked out of her chest, nor does she start blushing madly. But she doesn鈥檛 burn red with annoyance, either. All she does is stare at him, eyes narrowed, watching as his lips split into a wide grin and he raises his hand to wave at her.

She rolls her eyes, but thankfully鈥thankfully, the scarf tucked around her neck, reaching up to her nose, conceals the smile that tugs at her lips.

鈥淢ay I ask everyone to please find themselves in their seats before the match begins,鈥 McGonagall鈥檚 voice echoes around the stadium, giving [Y/N] a reason to break eye contact.

She tears her stare away from Malfoy鈥檚, inhaling a deep breath through her nose, feeling oddly exhilarated.

But this isn鈥檛 anything new. That slight feeling of breathlessness, that unfamiliar sensation tickling at her stomach whenever she spots a certain someone in the hallway; she鈥檚 been feeling it a lot lately, and though the cause seems to be pretty obvious, that is another thing she鈥檇 have to be caught dead before doing: admitting that she reciprocates some of Malfoy鈥檚.. peculiar feelings.

鈥淎nd they鈥檙e off!鈥 Dean Thomas announces. [Y/N] watches as the players soar high into the air until they鈥檙e mostly level with the stands, a blur of blue and green robes rapidly zooming around the pitch. Slytherin is already in possession of the quaffle; not a surprise, considering Ravenclaw isn鈥檛 exactly known for their exceptionally talented Quidditch team.

Malfoy, meanwhile鈥擺Y/N] tells herself that the way her eyes dart around the pitch in search of a certain platinum blond is because she wants to watch the game properly and not for other reasons.

She spots him hovering somewhere above the rest of the players, face screwed up in concentration as his gaze moves around the pitch in search for the golden snitch. He looks even paler in winter, set against a backdrop of a cloudy sky and snow鈥

[Y/N] jars herself out of her thoughts and blinks, side-eyeing her friends (specifically Ron) to make sure they hadn鈥檛 seen her.. observing the Slytherin seeker. (Not like it matters; it鈥檚 not as though she fancies him, but Ron would certainly take it the wrong way.)

鈥淕o Ravenclaw!鈥 Ron practically screeches, waving his Ravenclaw banner in the air鈥攚hen did he get that? 鈥淜ick Slytherin鈥檚 arse so Gryffindor can crush you in the finals!鈥

[Y/N] snorts. 鈥淗ave it all thought out, don鈥檛 you, Ron?鈥

鈥淕o on and cheer for your Slytherin boyfriend, [Y/N], no one鈥檚 stopping you,鈥 says Harry, grinning. She turns to face him, mouth open in disbelief, and lets out a quick breath of incredulous laughter.

鈥淪o, Harry,鈥 [Y/N] says, suddenly deadpan. 鈥滻 see you鈥檝e chosen Ron鈥檚 side.鈥

Harry snickers, then shrugs.

"Oh, Malfoy鈥檚 seen the snitch!鈥 someone shouts from beside them. [Y/N] turns back to the game to see Malfoy zooming down the pitch, clutching the front of his broom as he swerves past Slytherin and Ravenclaw players alike in pursuit of the tiny golden ball all the way on the other side of the stadium, where [Y/N] and her friends are sat. He has the upper hand鈥擱avenclaw鈥檚 seeker is only just now starting to fly after him, but she鈥檚 a good distance behind and Malfoy is gaining speed.

鈥淗e鈥檚 gonna catch it!鈥

鈥淩avenclaw鈥檚 even worse than I thought,鈥 grumbles Ron, slumping down in his seat.

But just as Malfoy passes by them, somehow, despite the fact that he is in pursuit of the bloody golden snitch and on the brink of securing victory for his team, he slows down just the tiniest bit, and then, in true Malfoy fashion鈥攖heatric as always in his displays of affection鈥攈e catches her eye and yells 鈥淭his one鈥檚 for you, [Y/N]!鈥, a grin on his face before he hurtles down the pitch, stretching out his hand towards the fluttering snitch鈥

鈥淢alfoy鈥檚 got the snitch!鈥 Dean Thomas screams into his microphone. 鈥淪lytherin wins!鈥

[Y/N] stares, feeling oddly warm despite the wintry weather, as Malfoy spins around in mid-air, triumphantly holding up the snitch for the rest of Hogwarts to see.

鈥淏limey,鈥 gapes Ron, wide-eyed, staring not at the Slytherin seeker but at [Y/N]. 鈥淭hat was鈥斺

[Y/N] looks away from Malfoy to meet Ron鈥檚 gaze, maintaining indifference. 鈥淗e鈥檚 quite the charmer, isn鈥檛 he?鈥 she mutters, and hopes that her friends will think that the blush on her cheeks is because of the cold and not because of something鈥攕omeone else.

But that鈥檚 ridiculous. It is because of the cold, isn鈥檛 it?

鈥淚t may be Malfoy,鈥 says Ron slowly, shaking his head, 鈥淏ut you can鈥檛 deny that was bloody romantic. Felt like I was watching something out of one of those Muggle films.鈥

鈥淵eah, we鈥檒l have to ask him for tips,鈥 says Harry, and starts laughing when [Y/N] rolls her eyes in response.

Malfoy may have stopped sending her Howlers, but that hardly matters because he has found every other way to pester her.

This includes consistently yelling out her name and shouting random pick-up lines every time he spots her in the hallway, as well as sending people to do her bidding鈥攏o longer first-years, but Crabbe and Goyle, who show up at random intervals everyday presenting her with a batch of different pastries. She always sends the pair off, but only after Ron and Harry accept said pastries for themselves.

鈥淏limey, this is heavenly!鈥 gushes Ron, taking a passionate bite off of his second red velvet cupcake. 鈥淵ou sure you don鈥檛 want a bite, [Y/N]? Hermione?鈥

[Y/N] offers him an exasperated smile. 鈥淣o, thank you, Ron.鈥

鈥淒on鈥檛 thank me, thank your boyfriend.鈥

The four of them walk into the dingy Potions classroom. Snape is nowhere to be seen, but it鈥檚 only a matter of time before he swoops in all bat-like, so [Y/N] and Hermione quickly take a seat at their regular desk, right next to Ron and Harry.

鈥淗ave you done your homework?鈥 asks Hermione, pulling out an assortment of parchment from her bag.

[Y/N] hums in response. 鈥淚 doubt mine is half as good as yours, but hopefully I鈥檒l scrape an acceptable.鈥

鈥淥h, you鈥檙e a good student, [Y/N]. Don鈥檛 bring yourself down.鈥

鈥淗ard not to when I鈥檓 sitting next to the brightest witch in our year,鈥 she nudges Hermione鈥檚 shoulder, smiling. Hermione huffs, rolling her eyes, but it鈥檚 clear by the pleased look on her face that she doesn鈥檛 hate [Y/N]鈥檚 honest flattery as much as she lets on.

[Y/N] drums her fingers on the desk to pass time, not quite paying attention to the students filtering into the classroom. Or at least not until one of them calls her name and drawls, 鈥淚s someone sitting here?鈥

[Y/N]鈥檚 head snaps around to see none other than Malfoy, gesturing to the desk to the left of hers and Hermione鈥檚. 鈥淢ind if I,鈥 he pauses, grinning, 鈥Slytherin?鈥

She purses her lips into a thin, tight line, inhaling deeply as she fights to keep her cool. Yes, there are times when Malfoy鈥檚 gestures have her questioning her own hatred for him, but this鈥攖his is not one of them.

"That,鈥 she says, voice mostly level. 鈥淚s your seat, Malfoy. I don鈥檛 see why you have to ask me.鈥

Which is a lie. [Y/N] knows why, of course. To get her attention. To woo her. But part of her wishes that Malfoy would realize that everything he is doing, from the overbearing pick up lines to the cupcakes to his constant public declarations of love, isn鈥檛 something that [Y/N] thoroughly enjoys. Does she want him to stop yelling at her in the hallways? Yes. Does she want Crabbe and Goyle to stop bumbling up to her everywhere she goes (outside of the girl鈥檚 bathroom is one example) offering cupcakes and pie and tarts? Yes. But does she want Malfoy to stop trying entirely?

Maybe not. Maybe part of her wants to give him a chance. He does seem to truly hold feelings, judging from his confession back at the Quidditch stadium, unless he鈥檚 a terribly good actor.

And it wouldn鈥檛 just be him she鈥檇 be giving a chance, either. Perhaps she鈥檇 also be doing so to herself. Because, over the past month, it鈥檚 baffled her how quickly her feelings for him have shifted. Or maybe it鈥檚 not a change of feelings, but rather realization that under all that sneering and pureblood prejudice, Draco Malfoy is a boy.

An annoyingly attractive one.

But there is so much more that [Y/N] dislikes about him. His snootiness. His arrogance. His lack of consideration for other people鈥檚 feelings. He may be tall and lithe and undeniably handsome, and he may have very soft-looking platinum blond hair and stormy grey eyes like dark clouds, but he is also a prick. And that wins over everything else, no matter how.. visually pleasing he is.

So when a paper bird flutters in front of her halfway through the lesson, when Snape鈥檚 back is turned, [Y/N] hesitates. She knows fully well who it鈥檚 from, despite not having to look to the side and meet his gaze.

From beside her, Hermione whispers, 鈥淕et rid of it, before Snape sees.鈥

Exhaling, [Y/N] snatches the paper bird and quickly unfolds it.

She doesn鈥檛 know what she鈥檚 expecting to see, but it鈥檚 certainly not the words 鈥meet me at the Astronomy tower after dinner鈥 scribbled across the parchment. And with a drawing of a face blowing kisses, no less.

[Y/N] sighs.

[Y/N] has no real feelings for Malfoy, so succumbing to his mysterious evening request at the Astronomy tower shouldn鈥檛 mean anything.

Scratch that: it doesn鈥檛 mean anything. Not to her. (Or so she tells herself.) This is a chance for her to tell Malfoy to sod off and to stop courting her. And for good, this time. No matter what that annoying little voice inside her head tells her, she can鈥檛 possibly even consider the idea of actually giving in to him. (And to herself.)

So she鈥檚 going to put a stop to it, once and for all.

鈥淚鈥檓 going,鈥 she decides over dinner, slamming her palms down on the table.

鈥淕oing where?鈥 asks Harry.

鈥淭he Astronomy tower,鈥 she replies resolutely.

鈥淲hat, to go star-gazing?鈥 Ron snickers. [Y/N] glances at him and realizes, quickly, that telling them had slipped her mind鈥攕he鈥檇 been far too preoccupied with her own conflicting thoughts.

She shifts in her seat. She doesn鈥檛 necessarily need to tell them, does she? It鈥檚 not as though it鈥檚 important enough to share. And besides, Ron would only badger her about it. Mercilessly. [Y/N] can already picture him in her head, talking about Malfoy and snogging under the stars and Merlin-knows-what-else.

鈥淣evermind,鈥 says [Y/N], taking a bite out of a muffin and looking away. They don鈥檛 need to know; it鈥檚 not as though it鈥檚 important.

After [Y/N] has walked up all of the stairs to get there, only taking one or two shortcuts, she鈥檚 out of breath, but she creeps into the Astronomy tower anyway. It鈥檚 mostly dark save for the faint moonshine filtering in from the open sides, and, well鈥攖here he is.

Malfoy鈥檚 arms are crossed over his chest, his back mostly turned as he stands dangerously close to the railing, looking out over the dark landscape. Dim light catches on the side of his face, illuminating the grey of his eyes.

The curve of his nose.

Pale skin.

White-blond hair.

[Y/N] finds herself staring, one hand on the doorframe as though for support, brows furrowed in the middle in a slight frown as she watches him.

He looks lost in thought. Even from a few feet away, [Y/N] can see the far-off, distant look in his eyes. Like storms brewing behind dark clouds, she thinks to herself. It鈥檚 a quiet little whisper in the back of her mind that has her heart doing odd little flips inside of her chest that she never knew it was capable of.

But then she blinks.

This is the last thing [Y/N] needs. To see Malfoy stripped of his arrogance鈥攖o see him as he is, bathed in moonlight, glowing, almost. To look at him and to see a boy with eyes like molten silver and nothing more鈥攊t鈥檚 the last thing she needs to convince herself that she doesn鈥檛 feel something for him that isn鈥檛 hatred.

No, she doesn鈥檛 need this.

She turns around, breath caught in her throat, and starts walking down the steps. Accidentally, stupidly, her foot catches on a metal step and a loud clang echoes around the silent tower.

[Y/N] pauses, eyes wide.

鈥淸Y/N]?鈥 Malfoy鈥檚 voice says. He can鈥檛 see her. It鈥檚 too dark, and [Y/N] is too far down the steps.

She swallows. But instead of dreading what could come, she finds herself waiting, half-hoping that he鈥檇 check the staircase, that he would see her and鈥

And then what?

[Y/N] rushes down the steps, ignoring the loud noise her footsteps make on the way. This is the last thing she needs.

[Y/N] doesn鈥檛 like Malfoy.

[Y/N] doesn鈥檛 like Malfoy, and she is determined to make that clear. (Both to herself and to her friends, although the former seems to be taking a lot more convincing.)

鈥淲hat is there to like about him? He鈥檚 nothing but an annoying pain in the arse who has an overwhelming amount of pride and arrogance simply because of his blood鈥攚hich is not only something that he never rightfully earned but is also something that shouldn鈥檛 even bloody matter, except he thinks that it does solely because he is an absolute nutter who has nothing better to do with his life other than leech off of his parents鈥 money and shove it in other people鈥檚 faces.鈥

Ron meets Harry鈥檚 gaze from across the table, who seems to be trying very hard not to laugh. Swallowing down a forkful of pancakes, Ron looks back at [Y/N]. 鈥淚鈥檓 sorry,鈥 he begins slowly. 鈥淏ut remind me again why we鈥檙e talking about Malfoy?鈥

鈥淚鈥檓 not finished, Ronald,鈥 [Y/N] snaps, shooting him a dirty look. Ron raises his eyebrows. 鈥淎s I was saying before someone so rudely cut me off, Malfoy is a nasty little git who finds joy in making other people suffer. he probably has tiny puppies locked up inside his basement just so he can laugh in their faces and revel in their misery because he is that horrible of a person鈥斺

Harry lurches with poorly suppressed laughter.

鈥淎n absolute terrible excuse for a human being! He basks in other people鈥檚 humiliation鈥攎ine, for example!鈥攁nd I would much rather snog the Giant Squid than ever actually consider his鈥斺 She pauses, gritting her teeth. 鈥淥dd.. requests.鈥

鈥淚t鈥檚 not like he鈥檚 asking you to murder house-elves,鈥 Ron mutters.

鈥淪omething that I would rather do than date him!鈥

鈥淸Y/N]!鈥 Hermione gasps, looking genuinely offended as she, for the first time since they鈥檇 arrived at the Great Hall for breakfast, looks up from the homework she鈥檚 rushing to finish. (As if her five pieces worth of parchment aren鈥檛 enough鈥擣litwick had only asked for three!)

鈥淪orry, Hermione,鈥 [Y/N] says, offering her an apologetic look that she only half-means. This quickly turns into a fierce look of challenge as she swivels back around in her seat to face the redhead sitting next to her. 鈥Honestly, since when have you started defending Malfoy?鈥

Ron blanches. 鈥淚鈥檓 not defending him!鈥 he says indignantly, setting his fork down on his plate. 鈥淚t鈥檚 just.. yeah, it鈥檚 a bit odd that he鈥檚 declaring his undying love for you out of bloody nowhere, but he鈥檚 stopped badgering us, hasn鈥檛 he? Nasty little ferret hasn鈥檛 said a word to Harry for weeks! And that goes for me and Hermione, too!鈥

[Y/N] narrows her eyes at him. 鈥淪o you think it鈥檚 great that he鈥檚 stopped annoying you at the cost of my suffering?鈥

鈥淲hat suffering!鈥 Ron exclaims. 鈥淗e鈥檚 been treating you like a bloody princess!鈥

鈥淥h, why don鈥檛 you just snog him yourself, then, if you think so highly of him?鈥

Ron鈥檚 jaw drops in shocked offense.

鈥淎lright, that鈥檚 enough!鈥 Harry announces, reaching over the table to shove the two apart from each other. 鈥淲hy doesn鈥檛 one of you switch seats with me before you end up strangling each other?鈥

鈥淚 don鈥檛 know, Harry,鈥 [Y/N]鈥檚 lip curls. 鈥淚 might have to hold Ron back before he goes running off to his ferret prince鈥攐r should we just let him? Merlin knows he鈥檇 love to, won鈥檛 you, Ronald?鈥

Ron鈥檚 teeth are gritted; his eyes dart around the food on the table as though looking for the most effective weapon. He seems to be choosing between a green apple and rhubarb pie.

Thankfully, Ron never gets to take his pick. The bell rings, saving everyone in the Great Hall from witnessing what could have possibly been a brawl between friends. 鈥淐ome on, let鈥檚 go,鈥 says Harry quickly, relief evident in his tone of voice as he ushers the pair to their feet. 鈥淲ouldn鈥檛 want to be late for class.鈥

[Y/N] doesn鈥檛 like Malfoy.

[Y/N] doesn鈥檛 like Malfoy, but why does she find herself staring at him whenever she comes across him in the hallway the next day? Why, when Malfoy meets her gaze, does she look away and pretend to be immersed in something else?

And why in the bloody hell, when Malfoy playfully winks at her during Potions class, does she find it very, very hard not to smile?

She walks out of the dungeon classroom in a hurry with Ron, Harry, and Hermione, not wanting to spend a minute more in Malfoy鈥檚 presence; she doesn鈥檛 particularly enjoy being suddenly hyperaware of every move he makes, every little glance he sends her way when he thinks she isn鈥檛 paying attention. It鈥檚 as though something in her system has gone awry. Is that why her heart feels like it鈥檚 about to hop right out of her chest? Is that why she can鈥檛 stop wondering what would鈥檝e happened if she鈥檇 stayed at the Astronomy tower?

鈥淗ey, wait up!鈥 Harry calls loudly as they walk up the stone steps leading away from the dungeons and into the main hallway, which is bustling with students.

[Y/N], who had been walking far too fast in front of the three, looks back over her shoulder and sees that they鈥檙e a few feet away. She stops, seemingly flustered, and waits for them to catch up.

"You look like you鈥檝e wet your pants,鈥 says Ron.

鈥淚鈥檓 not you, Ron,鈥 she retorts.

鈥淥h, can you two please stop bickering for once?鈥 says Hermione, exasperated.

From behind the three, Draco Malfoy emerges from the potions classroom and begins walking up the stone steps. [Y/N]鈥檚 hands clench into fists at her side as she discretely presses her back to the stone wall at her sides.

The blond doesn鈥檛 even as much as glance at Ron, Harry, and Hermione as he passes by them on the steps. [Y/N], however鈥攐nce Malfoy has reached the step below the one she鈥檚 standing on, he pauses, no less than two feet away from her, and quirks an eyebrow.

鈥淲hat?鈥 [Y/N] scowls, trying not to look at the strand of blond hair dangling in front of his eyes.

Malfoy鈥檚 gaze dances over her face. 鈥淲as it you?鈥

She meets her friends鈥 eyes over Malfoy鈥檚 shoulder. Ron and Harry have their eyebrows raised; Hermione looks concerned. [Y/N] takes a moment to compose herself鈥攖ries to force her heart back into her chest鈥攂efore she folds her arms across her chest and looks at the Slytherin. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 know what you鈥檙e talking about.鈥

鈥淎t the Astronomy tower,鈥 Malfoy says, and moves up one step so that he鈥檚 standing on the same one she鈥檚 on. A foot away. 鈥淚 heard someone last night, while I was waiting for you.鈥

Oh, Merlin.

鈥淵ou came, didn鈥檛 you?鈥 he presses on.

鈥淣o,鈥 [Y/N] lies, and hates how defensive she sounds. She shifts a little on her feet, her eyes skirting away to look at a random spot behind Malfoy. 鈥淚 was.. at the library. Doing things of actual importance.鈥

There鈥檚 a slight pause as Malfoy鈥檚 nose wrinkles. 鈥淢ust鈥檝e been someone else spying on me, then,鈥 he finally says through a scoff, but [Y/N] knows disappointment when she sees it. He rolls his shoulders back and puts on his signature smirk, inclining his head towards her as he takes another step up the stairs. 鈥淏etter hurry and give me an answer, [Y/N],鈥 he tells her, grinning. 鈥淏efore one of my admirers get to me first.鈥

[Y/N] watches as he walks up the steps and disappears into the hallway.

鈥淭he library?鈥 a voice says incredulously. She turns back to Ron, whose face is scrunched in disbelief. 鈥淣o, you weren鈥檛! We were waiting for you there and you never came.鈥

[Y/N] folds her arms across her chest indignantly but doesn鈥檛 respond, instead walking up the stone steps.

鈥淢alfoy said he was waiting for you at the Astronomy tower,鈥 says Hermione slowly as they trail after her; [Y/N] speeds up her pace. 鈥淚s that why you mentioned going there during dinner last night?鈥

[Y/N] emerges into the main corridor first. 鈥淣o, I didn鈥檛.鈥

鈥淵es, you did!鈥 bursts Ron, sounding downright triumphant.

鈥淐ongratulations, Ron, you don鈥檛 have the memory range of a teaspoon, after all,鈥 [Y/N] mutters, looking around. Malfoy is walking down the hallway a few feet ahead of them, Crabbe and Goyle at his side.

Ron ignores her. 鈥淚 bet you did go. I bet you did spy on him鈥斺 And then he gasps, looking as though he鈥檚 unearthed the secret of life. 鈥淢erlin鈥檚 beard, you really do fancy him, don鈥檛 you?鈥

[Y/N]鈥檚 footsteps falter. Ron, Harry, and Hermione stop right with her.

Hermione is the only one who doesn鈥檛 look stunned out of her mind. Looking between the two boys, she rolls her eyes and scoffs. 鈥淗onestly, is that so hard to believe?鈥 says Hermione, frowning. 鈥淚 understand that it鈥檚 Malfoy and he is a prick, but [Y/N] is perfectly entitled to fancy whoever she likes.鈥 She turns to [Y/N]. 鈥淚t鈥檚 fine, [Y/N], you don鈥檛 have to feel guilty about it. Anyone would catch feelings if someone started doing such sweet things for them, even if it were someone like Malfoy.鈥

鈥淏limey,鈥 says Harry, breathless. 鈥淲hich part sealed the deal, [Y/N]? The pick-up lines? Or was it the cupcakes?鈥

[Y/N], who had been opening and closing her mouth like a fish blown out of water, finally stops trying to find words that just aren鈥檛 there and instead drags her palm across her face in frustration. 鈥淚 don鈥檛..鈥 she says, sounding defeated, but really鈥攏ow that she鈥檚 faced with such confrontation, it鈥檚 easier to admit to herself that maybe.. maybe she does fancy Malfoy.

Ron鈥檚 lips have split into a jubilant grin. 鈥滻 called it!鈥 he says, smacking Harry鈥檚 shoulder. "Bloody knew it!鈥

Hermione reaches out to rub [Y/N]鈥檚 back. 鈥淒on鈥檛 feel too bad about it, [Y/N]. I sort of knew鈥攜ou looked at him differently after he confessed to you on the pitch.鈥

[Y/N] sighs, realizing that no amount 聽of denying it will convince her friends. Or herself.

She does fancy Malfoy.

Properly acknowledging it鈥攆inally admitting it to herself鈥攊s oddly relieving. She鈥檚 been keeping her feelings cooped up inside of her chest despite the fact they are so much bigger than her, and now that she鈥檚 letting them burst free.. now that she鈥檚 coming to terms with them..

Well. It鈥檚 not the worst feeling ever.

Ron is still beaming, looking as though he鈥檚 won the lottery. And apparently, in a way, he has: 鈥淔red and George said it鈥檇 take you a month longer to give in. I said it鈥檇 take you less鈥攇uess I鈥檝e won myself two galleons!鈥

[Y/N]鈥檚 mouth falls open. 鈥淵ou bet on this?鈥

Ron raises his eyebrows, as though surprised to hear that she didn鈥檛 know. 鈥淯h, I and the entire bloody castle.鈥

Struck by a sudden burst of both annoyance and confidence, [Y/N], scowling, detaches herself from her friends and strides down the hallway towards Malfoy, full of intent. He hasn鈥檛 noticed her yet; his back is still turned, but she catches up to him easily. And when she does, she unceremoniously bumps her shoulder into his and grabs his hand, quickly interlacing her fingers through his.

鈥淲hat the hell鈥斺

Malfoy, obviously taken aback, tries to pull his hand away, sneering, until his gaze lands on [Y/N].

鈥淜eep walking, Malfoy,鈥 she says scathingly, not quite looking at him.

Baffled, Malfoy stares at her, then down at their hands, which are now tightly interlocked between them. [Y/N] scowls resolutely at the hallway ahead of her.

And then Malfoy laughs, more out of disbelief than amusement.

鈥淜eep walking,鈥 [Y/N] repeats, this time turning to look at him, fighting to keep her gaze indifferent. The last thing she wants Malfoy to know is that there is an onslaught of tiny little butterflies rampaging in her stomach and a tingly feeling spreading from their hands all the way up her spine and into her heart.

Malfoy鈥檚 lips tug up into a wide grin鈥a real one, [Y/N] thinks. Not an arrogant smirk or a deprecating sneer; one that she can鈥檛 ever recall seeing. But now that she has, she finds herself wishing he鈥檇 do it more often.

[Y/N] tugs him along as she walks, feeling the stunned stares of her friends boring into her skull from behind. (Ron is going to have a field day about this.)

鈥淪o,鈥 Malfoy begins, and she doesn鈥檛 have to look at him to know that he鈥檚 still grinning down at her. 鈥淐hanged your mind, haven鈥檛 you?鈥

[Y/N] rolls her eyes; she doesn鈥檛 fail to notice the way that the students they鈥檙e passing by are staring at them, eyes wide, whispering to themselves. 鈥淚sn鈥檛 this what you wanted?鈥

Malfoy shrugs. 鈥淎mong other things.鈥

She side-eyes him, muttering, 鈥淒oes that include snogging?鈥

He makes an amused sound at the back of his throat. 鈥淵ou said it, not me.鈥

[Y/N] has to grit her teeth to stop the corners of her lips from tugging up. They turn a corner down the hallway, disappearing from both their friends鈥 views (assuming they haven鈥檛 followed them). At this thought, [Y/N] takes a brief glance over her shoulder鈥攁nd sure enough, there鈥檚 a redhead peeking out of a group of very confused Ravenclaws.

Cursing Ron Weasley inside her head, she turns her gaze back ahead of her. 鈥滻 have Charms class next.鈥

Malfoy raises his brows. "And what do you expect me to do with that information?鈥

鈥淲alk me there,鈥 says [Y/N] briskly.

She can practically feel the surprise radiating off of the blond next to her. A moment later, he throws his head back in a loud laugh. 鈥淎nd you want me to be late to Transfiguration? It鈥檚 all the way on the other side of the castle.鈥

[Y/N] hums. 鈥淐an鈥檛 even do that for the girl you fancy?鈥

There鈥檚 a beat of silence. His grip on her hand falters a little as he says, voice still nonchalant and yet at the same time holding an undeniable sense of sincerity, 鈥淚 could if I knew she wasn鈥檛 leading me on.鈥

鈥淪he isn鈥檛,鈥 [Y/N] says, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.

Malfoy is staring at her with his brows pulled in together just slightly at the middle, giving off the impression that he鈥檚 trying to decide whether or not she鈥檚 being serious. He slows down his pace until he comes to a full stop, urging [Y/N] to halt alongside him until they鈥檙e standing in the middle of the hallway, oblivious to the stares following them and the redhead a mere few feet away.

鈥淗ow do I know this isn鈥檛 a prank?鈥 says Malfoy, lip slowly curling as he narrows his eyes at her, the first few traces of suspicion etching itself onto his face now that the whole ridiculousness of the situation has finally sunken in. [Y/N] can鈥檛 blame him; her antics鈥攕uddenly marching up to him in the hallway, grabbing his hand and walking with him as though they鈥檝e been doing it for years鈥攁ll of it is uncalled for after having ruthlessly turned him down so many times before. But [Y/N] can鈥檛 delve into a discussion of her conflicting emotions鈥攁t least not right now鈥攕o she hopes, at least for now, that he will take her word for it.

She clears her throat. 聽"Well,鈥 she begins, looking down at their hands; Malfoy鈥檚 grip has gone slack. "If I wanted to hold your hand, I鈥檇 do it because I wanted to. Not because I wanted to get a rise out of you.鈥 She lets her gaze go back up to his, brows rising in familiar challenge. 鈥淚 don鈥檛 stoop that low, Malfoy. You鈥檝e been in love with me for years鈥攕houldn鈥檛 you know that by now?鈥

There are a few seconds in which the blond standing before her still looks at her with a scrutinizing gaze, lips set into a thin, hard line and his eyes swimming with conflict that [Y/N] wouldn鈥檛 have been able to see from afar, but sees in perfect clarity now that she鈥檚 standing a mere foot away from him. But then, after what feels like ages, Malfoy nods, slowly, frown smoothing out into an expression of鈥攃ould that be relief?

鈥淚 will be late for Transfiguration, you know,鈥 he says, lips quirking up into a grin.

[Y/N] laughs. (A real one, Draco thinks to himself.) This time she doesn鈥檛 try to stop herself from smiling; just lets her lips do so of their own accord. It feels nice. Freeing. 鈥淏etter just one of us than two, don鈥檛 you think?鈥 she says, mirroring his playful grin. 鈥淎nd besides, Goyle can stand in for you. You two do have quite the resemblance.鈥

鈥淥h, sod off.鈥

And it really is very odd, because everything about this shouldn鈥檛 feel right; they鈥檝e been enemies for the longest time, and a year ago, [Y/N] would have been revolted at the mere idea of ever coming close to Draco Malfoy鈥攂ut it does. That is, it feels right. Like they鈥檝e been this way for ages and this playful, harmless banter is the most natural thing.

Draco isn鈥檛 perfect鈥擬erlin, does he have a long way to go鈥攂ut if he means to stop being a prat as long as [Y/N] is at his side, then she is willing to venture into whatever has formed between them.

And if this little bond is going to involve any more of this鈥攖his being her and Draco exaggeratedly swinging their arms between them as he walks her to Charms class with their fingers still intertwined, snickering, waiting for one of them to start complaining about their arm sockets hurting鈥攖hen maybe it isn鈥檛 the worst thing ever, after all.

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you-ok-bro21 days agoText


sometimes it is enough to just come on here and reblog pretty pictures

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Hey can you post the giant nut again


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you-ok-broa month agoText


old school supernatural is SO GOOD. grainy film, the desaturated coloring, classic rock over gorey slasher shots聽

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history | 150520 鈥 12:15

learning about chinese history on the side of my mandarin studies. making some tea <3

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