aunt bella

Nightmares

switch from present tense to past was on purpose, was playing around with words. Trigger warning for nightmares about being eaten by snakes.

(Also on AO3)


He’s sitting at the table, longer, thinner and darker than it ever was in real life and the banquet hall is crawling with shadows that whisper like ghosts. On all sides, there are ghosts come real once more, his aunt Bella, Greyback, the Carrows. He’s at the head of the table, and Father is at his side, looking proud and pale with a fear that would only grow over the weeks.

Mother isn’t there. Muted screams seem to seep through the stone walls. There is conversation but it is strangely garbled and warped and when he tries to focus on it, it changes, becomes lower, slipping together into a single sound. Scales sliding along stone.

Draco tries to stand, tries to run. His hands are stuck to the arms of the chair like he’s shackled. As he thinks it, he feels cold metal tighten on his wrists, pressing his arms more firmly to the old polished wood. Nagini is getting closer. He can hear her under the table. He looks down and only sees blackness. He looks up and everyone at the table is looking at him in silence. They are all smiling. Except for his father. Father looks and turns away and Draco wants to scream at him to look, to see what he has wrought. And he feels cold scales against his legs. Looks down at a pair of fangs, a red mouth bigger than his head, lunging-


Draco startled awake, sweat soaking his back. 

He controlled his breathing out of habit, not wanting to wake Harry, and carefully slipped from the sheets. His feet pressed on the cold wood floor in a mixture of shock and relief. He made his way to the bathroom in the dark, closing the door behind him before he dared to turn on the light.

He regretted the decision almost immediately when he saw his own reflection looking back at him, pale, eyes shadowed and looking as drawn as he had been at seventeen. Draco turned away from the mirror and slid down the wall, letting his feet press against the cold porcelain base of the toilet. He took a deep breath and let the cold sink into him, absorbing the silence and the bright artificial light until he could let go.

Tears ran down his cheeks as shivers wracked through his body in waves. Draco wrapped his arms around himself, catching a glimpse of black staining the skin of his inner arm. As he pressed his thumb over the offending mark the dream came back in full force- the slithering, the darkness- and Draco shuddered, biting his lip until he could taste blood and staring up into the light until the dream passes once more.

The bathroom door clicked faintly and Draco didn’t bother to look over as Harry sat beside him on the floor, leaning against his arm.

“I was trying not to wake you,” Draco muttered bitterly.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed faintly, pulling Draco’s arm into his lap, “I have trouble sleeping alone.”

Draco swallowed hard, whispering, “I know.”

Draco felt Harry’s head drop against his shoulder, “Nightmare?”

“Yeah,” Draco said softly, his eyes drawn against their will to Harry’s fingers rhythmically tracing over the lines of the dark mark like a prayer.

“Did you know, that this is my favorite part of you?” Harry said.

Draco felt his breath hitch in his chest. “Lies,” he said as lightheartedly as he could manage, “You’ve told me more than once you like my arse best.”

Harry laughed.

Draco turned his head into Harry’s thick, curling back hair, smelling sweetly of Draco’s shampoo. “Why?” He asked quietly.

“Because this is the part of yourself you hate the most,” Harry said, rubbing his thumb over the head of the snake, “and I want to love the least of you when you can’t…” he sighed, “sorry, that probably doesn’t make sense.”

Draco pressed his lips together, blinking back tears, “You’re such a sap.”

“Yeah, probably,” Harry chuckled.

Draco took a deep breath, pressing a kiss the top of Harry’s head. “…What do you hate most about yourself, Harry?” he asked quietly.

He could feel Harry flinch against him, his fingers stopped tracing the mark and slid up his forearm, over his palm and each of his fingers. Harry lifted Draco’s hand, pressing the palm over his heart where Draco knew there was a curse scar the shape of a starburst where he had been hit by the killing curse for the second time.

“I see,” Draco said, pressing his hand flat to Harry’s chest, feeling the slow rise and drop of his breathing, and below that, the steady beating of his heart, “then… I’ll love it for you.”

Harry shivered and said fondly, “You sap.”

“Libel and slander,” Draco said absently, tracing the bottom of Harry’s collarbone.

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone. Your secret is safe with  me,” Harry flattened his hand over Draco’s, “Come back to bed?”

Draco nodded, “Yeah.”

“Hey… Wait, isn’t that your mom over there?” She pointed to the young brunette laughing across the quad, turning to June. “Dude. This is so bizarre. Let’s go.” She lightly patted the younger girl’s shoulder and headed for Bella. “Hey, aunt Bella. So, yeah pretty sure you know by now that shit went down and we come from the future and all.” She looked back at June and then quickly thought it’d be best if the four of them all talked. “So, have you seen my mom? Viv? You know 5′4, green eyes, almost as hot as me?” 

@boo-sullivan @june-sullivan

i like to think that draco malfoy’s boggart is himself

but not like sixteen year old draco malfoy, i mean six year old malfoy.

like he’s not afraid of himself and what he could do, but what he’s done and how his younger self would react to what he’s become

he’s a war criminal and he’s pretty much an accessory to murder, the murder of his headmaster bc no matter how much the malfoys and purebloods and slytherins hate dumbldore he was still dumbledore.

and i just: 

he’s seventeen, its been less than a year since the war and somehow he fids a boggart. he expects it to be his crazy aunt bella like it was when he was four and he accidentally ran into one in the depths of the manor, or his mother disappointed in him like it was when he was 13, but no. its him and he’s six and draco cant handle it. bc its not just him being afraid of what happened during the war or what he did during he war, or anything else that he would have guessed. its the startling, paralyzing realization that he’s afraid of who he’s become and how he’s react to tat if he was still six and he’d never heard ofa death eater or voldemort and didn’t know how heavy the weight of the dark mark was and that the snake and skull on lucius’ arm was only a tattoo that he and his buddies had gotten out of hogwarts when they were young and stupid and it didn’t mean anything.

children are the best judges bc they see only truth and the good and i think that for draco to be scared of what six year old malfoy would say to him means that he expects even his own past to hate im for what he’s done.

anonymous asked:

Can you do Jessley for number 27? I love your one shots so much, you're insanely good :) xx

Aww thanks mate! Hope this is alright 🙃

Jessley - ‘Parents’

Fifteen month old Bobby was always a clumsy kid. His Mom’s best friend’s all joked he’d inherited it from his Mommy, because between herself and her wife Jessica truly was the more clumsier of the two. And it was the knowledge that their son was a clumsy kid that meant that Ashley and Jessica had a habit of following him around everywhere.

This was something that hadn’t gone unnoticed one day when Jessica, Ashley and Bobby attended the first birthday party of Beca and Chloe Mitchell’s son, Jacob. The Barden Bellas all gathered in the garden around a small table that had little seats pulled up to it, monitoring the nine children that sat at the table eating the buffet food Chloe had compiled throughout the week.

The Mitchell’s boasted having both the eldest children in the group and the youngest child. Their six year old twin girls sat either side of their best friend, Stacie and Aubrey’s eldest daughter, five year old Sammi Posen. Sammi’s little brother, one year old Ethan Posen, sat beside his best friend Jacob Mitchell. Also dotted around the table were Fat Amy’s bruiser of a three year old, Kyle; Cynthia Rose’s three year old twins, Pippa and Serena; and Emily Applebaum’s two year old daughter Summer.

Last but not least was Bobby, sat between Summer and Ethan. And DIRECTLY behind him were both of Bobby’s Mom’s. Because they knew full well their son was bound to knock something over.

True to form, Bobby was busy peering over at Jacob, when his head came into contact with his little plastic cup and it began to fall. Ashley squeaked and quickly swooped in, grabbing the cup before the juice fell onto the table. She and Jessica let out a huge sigh of relief.

Several moments later Jessica dove forward and pulled her son’s paper plate away from his elbow that was JUST about to land in the tomato sauce that had been on his chicken nuggets. Another sigh of relief was exhaled from the two women.

When it came to blowing out the birthday candle, little Bobby had stood up to get a better view, his mother’s both cringing and apologising to their friend’s as he nudged the small table causing the one candle to topple over onto the cake and immediately extinguish. Fortunately the Mitchell’s were very forgiving. Chloe Mitchell even found it funny!

After the birthday lunch Jessica and Ashley agreed they’d take it in shifts to watch Bobby. Jessica took the first watch, but Ashley made it her own responsibility to watch them both. Mostly because it made her happy seeing them together, but also because they were as clumsy as each other.

Sure enough, Bobby had clambered up to the top of the slide in the Mitchell’s back garden and tentatively slid down. But as he went down his head banged a few times on the side of the slide. In her haste to stop the accident from getting worse, Jessica lunged forward, tripped on some grass, and landed head-first onto the slide, her son arriving seconds later, colliding with her head with a large ‘thud’.

Ashley simply rolled her eyes with a smile and wandered over to the scene. Fortunately both Bobby and Jessica were laughing. They looked up at their number one when Ashley arrived and looked down at them. The brunette let out an amused chuckle:

“What are you two like?” she said rhetorically with a smile as she bent down and scooped her son up, “Come on, you’re blocking the slide. There’s a traffic hold-up!” and she motioned to the top of the slide where the other Bella kids hung around waiting, with big grins on their faces.

Jessica stood up straight, dusted herself down, and began walking off after her wife and son.

Annoying Dwarf

Imagine Nori stealing a drawing of you and trying to find out why

Originally posted by ghisborne

a/n: I did a random generator thing and I got nori so here you are loves.

You huff as you watch the starfish haired dwarf walk around camp. The first time you had met was when you were on your way to Bilbo’s. You had bumped into him and you were pretty sure it was purposely since he managed to knick your pouch of money which is how you were roped into this journey. Bilbo didn’t want to go without you.

You wondered if he was even a Took sometimes. You sometimes think that your Aunt Bella chose the wrong family to marry into. Sometimes.

“You’re glaring again,” your cousin says and you bring your attention away from the thief to the hobbit sitting next to dwalin who was sitting next to you. “I do not glare,” you deny. “Yeah, you just stare at someone angrily,” Fili states as he walks by. That earns a little smile from you.

“I wouldn’t be angrily staring at him if he hadn’t stolen my pouch,” you say, moving over as you realize Fili meant to sit next to you. That causes Dwalin to shuffle to the right as well.

“You’re still mad about that are you?” He asks, handing you a bowl,“that was over a month ago.”

“I wouldn’t still be angry if he just stole my pouch. Oh no. I’m not that petty and I would’ve just let him off right there but he stole my underthings, my hair brush, my entire wardrobe while I was showering, my mothers necklace which is a family heirloom-,”

“Talking about me are we love? I feel honored,” Nori asks interrupting your monologue.

“You shouldn’t, weasel,” you shoot back. He has the gall to look offended. “I am no weasel, milady. I am an honorable dwarf-,”

“With sticky fingers-,” Dwalin mumbles, sharpening his ax. You hadn’t bothered to ask if it was safe for him to be sitting so close to you while doing so. You didn’t want to offend him.

“Who has never,” Nori continues, ignoring the interruption,“stolen a thing in my life.”

“Oh cut the crap Nori. You have a bag full of things that aren’t yours that you somehow nicked,” Gloin states from somewhere and that makes you narrow your eyes.

“Are there things of mine that you haven’t returned?” You ask him.

“I don’t know what you mean,” he says, slowly inching toward something. Your eyes flicker towards a bag that’s five feet away from the both of you. He catches your eye and suddenly the both of you are lunging towards the bag. You reach their first and you look behind you to find out why. Gloin is holding the back of his shirt and you smile at him in thanks.

You take a seat back down between Dwalin and Fili and open up the bag. “Lets see what we have here, shall we?”

You pull out a cup first followed by a few other kitchen items. The next item you bring up makes your skin prick.

“Why is there a drawing of me?” You ask Nori as he shrugs out of Gloin’s grip. He comes over to you and takes the drawing and shoves it back in the bag and takes the bag away from you, moving back to his bed roll.

“Nori,” you start. “The contents of my bag are none of your business so mind your own,” he says, not looking at you. You look at Fili and he shrugs and thus begins the silent treatment between you and the thief.

Nori talked to literally anyone but you and you kind of missed his silly antics. You walk around Rivendell looking at the architecture. You and the Company had arrived almost two weeks ago(going by the book),but you still enjoyed the structures. It was interesting to see homes not built under hills.

“Y/n,” a voice calls and you turn toward the source. It’s Thorin. “Hmm?” You ask as he joins you in your walk. “We are leaving tomorrow morning at first light. Please inform your cousin of this,” he says and you smile.

“You don’t like him do you?” You ask and he pauses a bit to look at you before continuing to walk by your side. “If I’m being honest, you are a better choice of burglar than he is. You know how to defend yourself and you’re able to navigate the wilds perfectly fine. Bilbo however,” he says and you laugh.

“He’s a Baggins. I’m a Took. Tools are more of the wild ones than Baggins are and although he has some Tookish blood, he still pulls more of the Baggins and it can’t be helped. He is a good hobbit. His heart is in the right place,” you say and Thorin nods as you turn a corner.

You raise your eyebrows as you see Nori sticking a candle holder into his bag. He walks away as if he didn’t just take it and Thorin laughs.

“I still question why he’s here,” you tell him as you continue your walk through the halls.

“I did not ask people individually to join on the quest. I asked everyone in general and he was one of the ones that answered,” Thorin explains and that peaks your interest.

“Ah so these men or dwarves rather chose to be here?” You question, arms going behind your back.

“Yes and that my dear hobbit is true loyalty,” he tells you.

“I still don’t trust that starfish,” you reply.

“Neither do I. It seems, though, that he’s taken quite an interest in you,” Thorin says. “You mean quite an interest in my things,” you scoff rolling your eyes. You still don’t know what you did to make him not talk to you.

“That too,” Thorin chuckles. “I honestly don’t know what I did wrong. All I did was find a drawing of myself in his bag! If anything it is I that should be angry,” you reply.

Thorin looks thoughtful for a moment.

“I don’t think it was the fact that you went through his bag, but more of what you found in his bag. I dare say he’s embarrassed,” Thorin says, hands also going behind his back.

“Why would he be embarrassed?”

“Because he likes you, obviously. I mean why else would he have a drawing of you in his bag?” He asks and that makes you stop. He raises his eyebrow at your sudden pause.

“Thorin Oakenshield. If you are wrong about this, I’m going to skin you,” you tell him and he holds up his hands on defense.

“Honest to Durin, he likes you,” he says and that’s all the conformation you need before running off to find the thief.

“I hope,” Thorin mutters before turning around and walking back the way he came, hoping to put as much distance between you and him as he can. He did not want to be at the end of your wrath if he was wrong.

You spot the starfish dwarf nicking another item and you call out to him.

He turns and his face drops as he sees you. He turns and tries to walk away but you tackle him to the ground.

“Mahal woman what’s gotten into you,” he asks as you straddle his stomach.

“I needed to know something,” you tell him. “And you have to sit on me to find the answer?” He groans.

“No. I have to sit on you so you don’t leave. Why was there a drawing of me in your bag?” You ask and he groans yet again.

“That again? I told you it’s none of your business,” he says. “Oh but it is my business. You see that’s my face in your bag so tell me,” you say, poking him in his chest.

“If I tell you, will you get off of me?” He asks. “Depends on the answer,” you reply cheekily and he smiles.

“Fine. I stole it because I thought you were cute and I didn’t want to ever forget your face,” he replies and that makes you smile.

“That’s all I wanted to hear,” you say before leaning down to capture his lips with yours. You pull back and smile down at him.

“Still want me to get off?” You ask and he smiles back. “I think I like it down here,” he says before reaching up for another kiss.

He may be an annoying dwarf but he was your annoying dwarf.

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harry potter… draco malfoy says in a casual manner, drawling the words and letting it roll around his tongue melodiously. just perfect. it’s only their first year, but somehow draco is intrigued by the boy who lived, not because of his glorious title, but because of him, his scrawny frame, his startling green eyes, his tousled jet black hair, and who could forget his obnoxiously round glasses? yes, draco decides, he’s going to befriend this beautiful bespectacled boy.

scared, potter? draco malfoy, snarky slytherin, challenges gryffindor boy wonder, harry potter. draco knows how pretentious he sounds, yet he just can’t help it. this stupid boy incites a certain strong feeling in him, makes him feel rather… free. merlin knows he feels a particular something for the boy who lived, of all people.

potter, draco malfoy tells crabbe, goyle, and anyone else that has ears, a hint of annoyance and anger seeping through his voice. underneath all of that is the pain. it’s been years, and draco still doesn’t understand. what does weasley and granger have that i don’t? why the hell did it take plotting a bloody murder for stupid potter to notice him?

potter?! draco malfoy whispers harshly, his grey eyes almost softening. almost. he hasn’t seen this bespectacled boy in almost a year, but here he is right now. draco could kiss him, but he can’t show weakness in front of this boy like this. no, he is going to tell his aunt bella that yes, this hideously swollen-faced boy is very obviously his the recklessly brave gryffindor boy, potter. he won’t save this git’s arse—never in a million years. but draco does anyway.

potter. draco malfoy greets, nodding to the other man. it’s years later, years after their hogwarts days. they haven’t seen each other in ages, and they haven’t talked about the day draco saved him and bloody hell, the wizarding world at large. but the black haired man’s genuine smile, one that will forever be etched in his memory, is enough thanks for draco.

harry, draco malfoy gasps in between tender butterfly kisses, his hands tugging gently at the other boy’s raven black hair. draco has always wanted to do that. they’re perfect. it’s perfect. because his beautiful gryffindor boy is here. oh yes, he’s here for him, and it’s the most spectacular moment of draco’s life. draco can finally, finally, call harry potter his harry.

harry potter’s pov

Baby Alpaca feeding time… You might remember this little baby from the first picture I posted of her sleeping on me. Well, this little girl is doing well but she is underweight so I have to feed her three bottles of formula everyday until she gets to a healthy weight. I am staying at my Aunts house while she is gone for the week and I am loving taking care of this little monster ❤ Also, she remembers my Darth Vader sweater and she snuggled it again.

anonymous asked:

but draco called hermione a mudblood?

yes. yes he did. draco and hermione live in a world colored by the politics of blood prejudice. the hatred of muggle-borns and muggles is pronounced throughout the death eater ranks, if not all of pureblooded society. this prejudice is dangerous and violent and it speaks volumes about the modern wizarding world. the first time the reader hears the word “mudblood”, it’s coming from draco’s mouth and it’s directed towards hermione. the word rolls off his tongue and you see the palpable and passionate hatred a twelve year-old child can harbor towards a classmate when he’s been raised and conditioned to think a certain way.

that harsh reality brought with it the beginnings of the very dark undertones the later HP novels would take on. there are prominent political undercurrents to the story, even as early on as CoS. look at the victims of the basilisk: moaning myrtle, colin creevey, penelope clearwater, justin finch-fletchey. all muggle-borns, all innocent of any wrongdoing, all attacked for their blood status. the malfoys are the bourgeoise, they hold power, land, and title unparalleled by any other family we’re introduced to. they are firm believers in the pureblooded mantra because they have family histories that describe the witch-burnings of the 1700s and the violence that followed. they also stand to benefit from a society that places purebloods at the top.


before hogwarts, it’s highly unlikely that draco was exposed to any muggles or muggle-borns. although lucius claims to harbor no ill-will towards them publicly, words spoken in private between friends and associates at dinner parties and gatherings trickle down to the children playing at their parents feet. a young boy who idolizes his father as much as draco did lucius would take anything he said at face value. when you’re seven and daddy just brought you your first real broomstick and he puts his arm around your shoulder when you finally manage to fly around the big apple tree in the gardens, you’ll believe him when he says that there are certain types of people that we don’t associate with - but keep this a secret, just between you and me, just remember not to get too close with their kind.

now when draco does go off to school, he’s immediately sorted into slytherin. there are no muggle-borns in his house from what we know canonically. he’s hanging out with the kids he’s known since childhood, whose parents are friends with his parents, who believe in the same pureblood mania he’s been taught. draco takes his classes, tries to suck up to the right people, makes sure he looks presentable every day before he leaves his dorm, does everything he can to make his parents proud.

he sees what his father told him about muggle-borns to be true: he is better than them at school, at quidditch, at everything. that is something he strongly believes. so when hermione granger walks up to the front row of desks in the first week of transfiguration and raises her hand like she’s read the whole textbook already, he’s annoyed. who does she think he is, she doesn’t even belong here. she beats him at nearly test in nearly every class, and his hatred intensifies because draco doesn’t think she deserves to be there and his father will be upset because malfoys are never second to anyone but he’s second to a mudblood.


on the other hand, you have hermione, a girl from an upper middle-class family in london, thrown into this world she knew nothing about. she also doesn’t like being second to anyone, and she knows she’s at a disadvantage when she learns that there are some kids who grow up with parents who do magic and brothers and sisters who already started school, so she buys all of her books and reads them, no, memorizes them, because who wants to look stupid in front of other kids? and hermione knows she’s not stupid, but she just wants to learn about everything because it’s so exciting and new. she’s secretly glad that she can fix harry potter’s glasses with magic before ever stepping foot in a hogwarts classroom - when he was sitting in a compartment with ron, a wizard from a magical family who couldn’t do a simple transfiguration spell.

hermione is just scared of not knowing everything and frightened of failure and she doesn’t want to be expelled because that would mean failure and losing magic forever and she can’t go back to that life because it was so utterly boring and now she’ll have missed a year of secondary school and how embarrassing. so she studies hard and does all of the extra credit and writes a minimum of three extra inches for every essay she’s asked to submit because she doesn’t have a magical family to go home to, she loves her parents but she loves her wand as well, and she’s not willing to give either of them up.

when draco malfoy calls her a mudblood, she’s shocked and hurt because she’s tried so hard to do everything she can to fit in with this world but there are still people who will tell her she’s not good enough and she never will be. and this eats away at her until there’s a gaping hole of insecurity and she signs up for more classes than what’s allowed and punches draco malfoy in the face. because hermione’s realizing she doesn’t need to prove herself to anyone but herself (which is why the punch scene is so important in terms of her character development fyi). 


and then in fourth year people are dying, muggles are actually dying at the quidditch world cup and there are weak government attempts to stop things but everyone is just so scared, especially hermione. draco knows that something big is in the works - he doesn’t know what yet - but those filthy muggles will finally learn their place except he doesn’t really want them to get granger because he knows her and he still hates her but granger, they’re after muggles, do you want to be showing off your knickers in midair? because if you do, hang around..they’re coming this way

fast forward to half blood prince, though, and that’s where the fun really starts. draco’s taken the mark, harry has a feeling about it, but it’s hermione who pushes him and says no, no way that’s impossible. hermione sees the good in people, almost always, and just because he was a childhood bully doesn’t mean he’s completely evil. harry’s becoming obsessed, he knows something is up, but she still says he’s being too hotheaded and no way

this is also where you see draco become disillusioned with everything after his father is sent to azkaban, but he’s been marked and he’s been given this task to do and he knows he’s good enough but everything is just so scary because if he doesn’t do it then he and his mother will both die because of the scaly lunatic and it isn’t fun anymore. it’s not real, people are dying and for what? but he has no cards left to play and the dark lord has a full house. so he does what he has to do and he tries and he gets his aunt and the others into the castle but he just can’t kill someone that’s frightening i mean it’s albus bloody dumbledore for merlin’s sake - but he has to, he has to, he has to. and he doesn’t because snape gets in the way just in time - but he’s failed again and he’s starting to realize that his failures have more to do with him than with anyone else.

so when it’s been months and some snatchers show up at his house with harry, ron, and hermione, he’s the only one who could identify them and he knows they think the worst of him because why wouldn’t they? so for the first time in his life he does the right thing - but it’s not enough, not enough because now aunt bella has granger on the floor writhing in pain and she’s using a knife to carve something into her arm. and he thinks it might be a dark mark or maybe just lines or something ironic but no, no no it says mudblood loud and clear and the blood is red - so red, and not muddy. like his. and he realizes that it’s all so wrong. and when it’s the final battle, he just wants his mum and his dad and safety and that’s what’s important - family - not power or money or anything else, especially not blood status.


so, yeah, he called her a mudblood. the key is not letting that mistake define his entire character. this racial tension is actually one of the most important aspects of the draco/hermione relationship. to move forward, they need to accept the past and come to terms with it. i think that putting draco and hermione together would have been a great example of how two people who are so similar in every way except that one could actually learn to love each other. 

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(Requested by  lovelykensley) (Part 1 of this imagine here)

The house was in uproar. Uncle Jasper was on the phone to Uncle Edward asking him and Aunt Bella to get back as soon as possible although Aunt Alice had already said they wouldn’t make it in time. Your mother was pacing a hole in the floor, your father looked ready to break whatever was in reach into pieces, Grandpa was making a long-distance call to Italy presumably to talk to the other Volturi kings and Grandma was sat with you trying to keep as you calm as possible. 

It was a vain hope however because your heart was attempting to beat it’s way out of your chest. The Volturi were coming, they were coming for you, they wanted you to go with them to Italy, where you would presumably be changed. 

That was your life gone, over. Sure you’d thought about perhaps becoming a vampire before, but you’d yet to decide if that was really what you wanted and anyway your mother wouldn’t hear of it. Also that was when you thought you’d continue to live with your family. 

They arrived much too soon, cloaks swinging behind them. The small blonde girl, Jane, spoke first. “We’ve come to collect the girl.” 

“You can’t have her.” Your father replied at exactly the same time as your mother said “You’re not taking her anywhere.” 

“I’m afraid that isn’t an option you’ve been given.” Her twin, Alec replied. 

“The girl comes with us.” The big burly one, Felix announced. 

You were hurriedly putting names to faces, faces you never wished to see. 

Your mother and father stood in front of you, your Uncle and Aunt and Grandma and Grandpa in front of them. 

“I wouldn’t think it prudent to run.” The gentlemanly one, Demetri, said. “I would find you anywhere.” 

“It would be pointless.” Alec added. 

“And we would hate to have to destroy you.” Jane said in a tone which implied otherwise. 

Your father scoffed, “Try it.” 

Felix stepped towards your father and a pang of fear went straight into your stomach. This might be the only vampire in existence stronger than your dad. You didn’t want any of them to get hurt because of you.

“Wait Dad.” You laid a hand on his arm. “I’ll…” Taking a shuddering breath you said, “I’ll go with them.” 

“The hell you will!” Your father exclaimed.

And that’s when the mist descended. A white vapour, almost entirely invisible, you wouldn’t have noticed it at all if your family hadn’t suddenly become motionless. 

“What did you do to them?” You asked, glaring at the Volturi members. 

“I removed their senses of course.” Alec replied. “Don’t worry they’ll get them back and remain unharmed.” 

So that’s why Uncle Jasper was trying to get Aunt Bella back, you thought, her shield.

“If you come with us that is.” Jane added. 

You took one last, long look at your family and decided that, to you at least, their lives were worth more than yours. “Alright. Do I have time to collect some things?” 

“Be quick about it.” Felix replied. “It wouldn’t do for your Aunt to arrive home while we’re still here.” 

Well damn, Caius Volturi here I come.

Baby Sister

(Draco x reader) (reader! Harry’s sister)

Life so far hasn’t been “fantastic” as one might say. Being the sibling of the almighty Harry Potter, being sorted into Slytherin unlike your parents, and now secretly dating your brothers arch nemesis Draco Malfoy.

You sat with your legs folded in a chair, reading a book, across from your boyfriend. You were trying to get homework done for potions class but with Draco present you weren’t getting anywhere. Every minute or so he would stop you be leaning over and giving you a quick kiss or trying to get you away from your studies.

“Babe, come on. You’ve been at this for hours! Don’t you think it’s time for a little break?” He said running his hand up your thigh.

You quickly reached down and moved his hand back to its rightful position, in his lap, and said,“ don’t you think that it’s time you start studying more. Come on Draco, you are brilliant you just need to apply yourself more. It is our sixth year here Draco, we don’t have that much longer!”

“Well Mrs. Smartypants, why don’t you help me. What do you say we have a library date tomorrow, and tonight it can be me and you… no homework… no clothes…” he said with a cocky smirk on his face.

You laughed as you hit him with your book. “I’m fine with the date for tomorrow, but you don’t get that last part until you change Mrs. Smartypants, into Mrs. Malfoy.” You smiled as you stared him down.

He laughed at your comeback, then replied,“ well that can be arranged…” Draco leaned in and gave you a nice long kiss. His lips were so soft and you felt every time as if you could kiss him for hours at a time.

The next morning came by and you went through all of your classes. You always hated going to your classes because you couldn’t show anyone that you were with Draco because Harry could find out, which meant that you couldn’t even sit near Draco let alone have any visible contact.

You were relieved as the last class had come to a close. You were packing your books up when Draco slithered past you and quickly handed you a note. You read it.

“Meet me on top of the astronomy tower at 8. Love you baby girl, D.M.”

You crumbled it up in your hand then quickly walked out of the potions classroom.

You went to your corridors after supper and got ready. You looked great and you were completely prepared for your date with Draco.

You arrived on the astronomy tower wear Draco had set out a blanket, some roses, candles, but no books were in sight.

“Well you look lovely, Darling. Have a seat.”

“Draco, I thought we were going to do homework.” You asked.

“Well I thought that we needed a date night.”

“I guess I could agree to that.” You sat down and kiss him.

You heard footsteps coming up the stairwell. “(Y/n)! Draco! What the hell os going on here?” It was your brother.

Harry stomped over and grabbed Draco by his shirt pulling him up.

“Harry, please! Calm down!” You yelled.

Harry punched Draco in the face. Draco fell to the ground as Harry drew his wand and pointed it at him.

“Harry! Listen to me!” You screamed. You lowered his wand. “Draco and I have been dating for months now. I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you would react like this. Despite what you think Harry he is a great guy! I love him!”

“(Y/n), there is no way you could love him! His parents are death eaters. His aunt killed Sirius! They want to kill us! He is probably just using you!” Harry fired back.

“Harry! I would never do that to her! Not even you. I know we haven’t had the best past, but I care for your sister very much. I am willing to do whatever it takes to keep her safe. Even if it is forming an alliance with you.”

“Harry, Draco is amazing. I have never been so happy. You say that he must be bad because he is a Slytherin, but I am too! Harry he is the best thing that has happened to me in a really long time. Can you please just try to accept this?”

“I guess I can try. You really care about him don’t you, sis?”

“More than I could have ever thought possible.” You held Draco’s hand and smiled.

“Then I will try my best, but I make no promises. I swear those Malfoy, if you hurt her, I will personally kill you myself!”

“I would never hurt her, mate. I love her.” Draco smiled as he leaned in to kiss you.

“Gross. And when your around me, do you think you could keep the snogging to a minimum?”

You and Draco laughed as Harry walked away.

“Can we resume our date now?” Draco asked.

“Absolutely, and would it be alright with you if we made things official, publicly?”

“I would love that darling! As far as my parents go tho, I feel safe introducing you to them, but we will have to be careful making sure Aunt Bella not any other death eaters are around. I think that they will love you.”

“I hope so. I sure do love you, Draco Malfoy!” You kissed him.

“I love you too, baby.”

You finished your night off by snuggling under the sky full of stars.

All I Want For Christmas - Draco Malfoy Imagine

A/N: hello again dearies xD got another awesome request for you! :D

Request:
Anonymous said: Could you write a Draco imagine where I’m a pure-blood slytherin and Draco is my boyfriend and I was at hogsmeade alone during the Christmas holidays and I get badly hurt by someone and my best friend Blaise sends Draco an owl to tell me that I’m badly injured and… Could you carry it on from there? Please love your blog <3 

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All I Want For Christmas

“I am going to miss you so much” (Y/N) said hugging her boyfriend tightly. The two of them were currently snuggling on one of the couches of the Common Room.

“I know, love” Draco said kissing the top of her head. “I’m going to miss you too” he said sadly. “I wish I didn’t have to go” he told her.

“I know” she said looking up at him before kissing his cheek. “But your father said it was important that you go” she reminded him.

“What are you going to do here all by yourself?”

“I won’t be by myself” she told him. “Blaise is staying too” she said.

“Oh, so you’re going to spend Christmas with my best friend?” he said pouting at her and making her giggle.

“Draco, you know I’d rather be with you but you need to go and your father said you couldn’t bring anyone” she told him giving him a peck on the lips.

“Ugh, don’t remind me” Draco said rolling his eyes.

“It’s only for a couple of weeks, love” she said with a small smile before she placed another kiss on his lips.

“I know but I still wish I could just stay here with you” he said as (Y/N) rested her head on his chest again. “I hate my father sometimes” he said rolling his eyes.

Mr. Malfoy had made it specifically clear that Draco had to be home for the Holidays and he was not to bring anyone. Draco didn’t really want to worry (Y/N) but he was sure this had something to do with him becoming a Death Eater.

“It’ll be over before you know it, love” she said snuggling closer against him and he kissed her head. “And besides” she said looking up at him. “We still have a few hours before you have to leave” she whispered making him smile.

“I believe we do” Draco said smirking before he leaned down to kiss her again.

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(Requested by Anon) (Part 1 of this imagine here) (Part 2 of this imagine here) (Part 3 of this imagine here) (Part 4 of this imagine here) (Part 5 of this imagine here) (Part 6 of this imagine here) (Part 7 of this imagine here) (Part 8 of this imagine here) (Part 9 of this imagine here) - Again the timeline of this is a bit odd, remember they’re all tagged in the order they’ve been written so it’s a bit all over the place. Also I am writing this as if they are having the baby. Let me know if you want an alternative version where they don’t have the baby please. 

!WARNING THIS SHIT IS A LITTLE GRAPHIC!

You knew what to expect from your Aunt Bella; pain, possible death, more pain. Still you never expected it to be quite so crazy. 

Caius had been getting steadily more torn over the baby situation as time wore on. On the one hand he honestly did want to become a father, on the other, seeing you fading away, literally being eaten alive by the baby inside you…well, that was hard for him.

You weren’t entirely sure how you expected the whole birthing situation to play out. You knew the general gist of course, knew that Aro, Caius, Felix, Demetri, Jane and Alec would all be involved whilst Marcus held the fort for the first time in centuries but past that, it was all guess work. 

Aro was going to hold your hand through it all, not in a creepy way but a practical one, it would enable him to see what was happening from your perspective as things progressed. Demetri and Jane were on guard duty, basic let no vampire in to try and suck the life out of you or the child type guard duty. Alec was providing the pain killers in the form of his gift and would only engage it when they knew the change was working. Felix and Caius were doing the rest, turned out Felix had a fair amount of medical training.

You were still trying to wrap your head around that one when your spine snapped. 

The pain was something unbearable, a scream tore from your throat as the vampires around you jerked into action. As Aro’s cool hand grasped yours you registered blandly that you were lucky that hadn’t killed you. A cool breeze registered across your abdomen as Felix and Caius bared your pregnant stomach. Alec hovered above you, his face displaying a mixture of distress, concern and uncertainty and somewhat ironically you managed to giggle through the pain. Alec had always looked so put together and in control in fits of laughter or in bewilderment, to see him truly display a look of dishevelment was something you couldn’t comprehend. If you were going to die, that was one experience you were glad to have had. 

Felix, yes, fucking Felix of all people (a fact you were still struggling to wrap your head around as your vision became blurry and your throat hoarse from the screaming), began cutting into your stomach with precision and delicacy that you didn’t know he had. Feeling every second of it however, you could do nothing but scream louder, which really did nothing for your headache as you tried to concentrate on staying awake.

“Alec.” Aro’s smooth voice broke through a gap in your screams. “Her hearing.” 

With an uncertain smile towards you that you barely registered in your dimming vision, Alec’s mist reached you and your hearing faded.

It was all a blur, all of it. Either they were moving to fast or you were dying quickly. Every second of it felt like your nerves had been set aflame. You felt as if something was trying to rip it’s way out just as Felix was trying to rip his way in. ‘Please God’ you thought, ‘Let them meet in the middle, please!’ 

You’d never been overly religious but as what you could only assume was a blood-curdling screech, from the feeling it made in your throat let it’s way out, you found yourself praying. Unfortunately screwing a vampire must have been the road to damnation because the only response you got was a violent jerking causing rip-roaring pain to erupt up your spine as Alec held you down, the blood vessels in your right eye began popping and you vomited what you could only liken to a sea of blood. 

“CAIUS GET IT THE FUCK OUT! DON’T WORRY ABOUT THE FUCKING SCALPEL RIP IT!” You managed to scream, or tried to trusting Aro to relay your message if it failed. Judging from Felix’s renewed sense of vigour as his head leaned towards your abdomen, the message got through. 

Caius however, had leant down towards your neck, ready to bite you assumed, before you felt the fire spreading from a thousand different spots inside your womb. 

“Son of a bitch.” You muttered breathlessly. “That kid is definitely yours.” Your eyes locked with Caius’s as your last words came out in a pant and then either you fainted or Alec took away the rest of your senses. 

Whatever the answer was, you were just glad it was over.

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Daffodils and Grass blades

They said that Draco had some kind of complex, because when he fell in love with a quiet, biddable pureblood younger daughter he was essentially marrying his mother.

But when Narcissa Malfoy looked at her daughter in law, she felt not an ounce of kingship, not love, not even passing acceptance of her. Because when Narcissa looked at Astoria, she didn’t see herself: she saw her sister Andromeda.

Andromeda, who had been the one to teach Narcissa how to keep secrets. Who had played the part of perfect sister, daughter and cousin so well that when she decided to show her true colors it teared the Black family into two perfect halves.

Narcissa saw much of her sister in Draco’s wife. Astoria’s act of rebellion against her family hadn’t been to marry a muggleborn. In the eyes of society Astoria had done worse, much worse: She’d married the only marked Death Eater to escape trial.

Sweet, neutral Astoria, who would hug Draco and send a vindictive smile to his mother when he wasn’t looking.

This was her son and that good for nothing girl had essentially waltzed in and made him her slave. Narcissa didn’t like the chit. How could she, when every innocent laugh Astoria shared with Draco felt like a knife in her heart.

“Look at me, Draco doesn’t care what you think anymore” the girl’s actions seemed to say to Narcissa “I took him away from you, he’s mine now, he was never yours to keep” the delicate hand in Draco’s arm taunted.

Narcissa didn’t like her because she’d lived under the shadows of the likes of her during her childhood.

“Of course Lady Malfoy, I’ll wear what you want me to this evening” the girl agreed peacefully lifting the teacup to her lips “but if I don’t please know that it won’t be my fault, these days my house elves have a habit of damaging my clothes when they clean my bedroom”

Always conciliatory, never a word of confrontation in her lips, but if she happened to drag Draco out to meet and be publicly photographed with the dirty orphans of her charity, then that would just be called a happy accident. In fact the world would only celebrate her for it.

If Astoria made up her mind to rebuild Draco’s reputation as some kind of mudblood sympathizer using every mean she had, well, her son would follow her lead, simply because the doe eyed little harpy had him firmly under her spell. Just because she was a pretty face and happened to know a thing or two about cleaning up after Draco’s blunders then suddenly she was “the one” .

And Narcissa was reminded of her sister. Every single day.

In most of Astoria’s actions, the ghost of young Andromeda would be there waving mocking at Narcissa.

The girl Andromeda was, and most of all the woman she’d almost had been if she’d ever set her mind on marrying Lucius.

Sweet, diplomatic second daughter, born with a gift for keeping her rebellious opinions to herself, always able to convince even the worst of people that she held them in great esteem. If Andromeda had been allowed to thrive in a world without Voldemort….This could have been her.

Half of the pureblood mothers in society would have killed for a daughter in law as biddable as Astoria, who in a very Slytherin way turned bad publicity into good publicity everywhere she went. But Narcissa knew better than to trust the little garden snake her son had married. As much as Draco wanted them to get along the best Narcissa could muster for the chit was a brief regard. But never approval.

How could her son ask her to love let alone approve of the girl who was willfully ripping him away from her arms?. That monster who encouraged him to ‘find himself’ by putting space between him and his parents.

And Narcissa could have loved her. There were days when Draco and Lucius bickered like children that Astoria would turn to her and Narcissa would share a conspiratorial smile. When the girl played Darkfellow Sonata N°7 in the piano because she knew it was her mother in law’s favorite.

There were days Narcissa stood next to Lucius and felt almost thankful that Astoria could withstand the pressure of being a Malfoy. Days when she laughed at the girl’s passive aggressive remarks and patted her arm indulgently as she complained about the gossip circus they all had to endure.

But even on those days, Narcissa still saw her sister in the girl. It was a bit sad, because Andromeda had been Narcissa’s favorite sister. And when Astoria made a remark about a certain Councilwomen needing a reform not only in the law but in her wardrobes, Narcissa could remember a time when she’d also laughed about similar comments with another girl, decades ago. When Andromeda would snort under her breath at aunt Walburga’s antics.

Bella had followed Voldemort, Narcissa followed her duty but only Andromeda followed her heart.

Astoria’s little rebellion hadn’t cost her an inheritance, but she’d still gone against her whole family for Draco. She’d still been prepared to give up a life shrouded with comfort in order to marry a man her parents and all society thought unsuitable.

And maybe that’s what made it hurt the most. That of all the girls in the world, Draco had not chosen the one with the temperament that was closer to his mother.

Unknowingly he’d chosen the one closest to his disowned aunt.

In another life, maybe, Narcissa could have learn to feel something beyond bare tolerance for little Astoria Greengrass. But it was very hard to live with one’s mistakes when you see how much happier your own son is away from you.

And that’s what hurt the most, Draco loved his mother, Narcissa was well aware of how much her son adored her. But she didn’t make him happy. She’d made and let Lucius make choices during Draco’s childhood that guaranteed his future unhappiness despite the fact that they both loved him.

But Astoria, she made him happy. She put light in his eyes and even her frail countenance wasn’t enough to drive him away.

So maybe Narcissa refused to approve of Astoria because it hurt. Approving of the girl would be acknowledging a lifetime of regrets, it would be saying that she’d been wrong, that Andromeda had been right to chose love instead of duty, that Draco was no longer her baby and that she had to accept Astoria as the new leading lady of his life.

And it was painful.

So Narcissa Malfoy held on to her pride and continued to disapprove of her daughter in law, it was better this way.

An: so there you have it folks, this piece was very interesting to write, because I pictured Narcissa Malfoy as a very deep character. It was surprising to delve into how she sees Drastoria, from a mother in law’s POV. Hope I did her justice.

Fix a Heart 29

Chapter 29 - A Thousand Years

Heartbeats fast
Colors and promises
How to be brave
How can I love when I’m afraid to fall
But watching you stand alone
All of my doubt suddenly goes away somehow
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more  

“Ohh, there ya go. I should probably go down and we can start getting breakfast but I think I’ll enjoy some snuggles first. How about you? That sound like a plan. Today is a huge day for us. We have our hearing this afternoon and you’ll officially be a Chmerkovskiy. Not that daddy and I didn’t see you as anything less but it’s nice to hear that the whole world agrees. Huh sugar? Do you even realize what a big day today is?” Sharna said as she talked to Bella one morning while she rocked her. She had gotten up early with the little one and fed her while they relaxed in the rocker. Typically she would then go down and start breakfast or at least coffee for her and Val. Today however it felt more appropriate to just slowly take in the day.

“We got you a new pretty dress and then after we get back, everyone is coming to visit you. We’re going to have cake. Maybe we’ll let you try a teeny tiny bite. I feel like that’s allowed today. You can have green beans and cake for dinner sound good?” Sharna said smiling as Bella reached up and put her fingers in her mom’s mouth. Sharna pretended to chomp on them making Bella giggle in response. Considering how things could have went, Bella was an amazingly calm back. She was most content when she was curled up with one of her parents but enjoyed her extended family as well. She rarely cried except for when she was scared or not feeling well. Her anxiety had calmed immensely as they had got home and sorted out a routine for the three of them. Once she realized things were normal and this was her new life she was good.

“You know, there was a time when I thought I would never get this opportunity.” Sharna whispered softly after Bella was done playing and went back to just cuddling into her mother. She pulled Bella in tighter as she felt tears fill her eyes.

“You have a big sister but you won’t ever get to meet her until you go to heaven which is a long long time away. She was in my belly but God decided that he wanted her as an angel  instead of a baby just like he needed your momma and daddy. When he took Rose away, I thought for sure that he was punishing me. For thousands of things. For not being a better kid, for not getting out of the situation I was in, just for anything. I thought he didn’t think I could be a good mommy because of my past so he took that chance away from me. Then daddy and I got the call that you needed someone to love you. And I thought, well that’s not fair to this little girl, what did she ever do? She didn’t have anything that caused her to need to be punished. And then after being with you and falling in love with you, i realized something that daddy had been trying to tell me all along. I wasn’t being punished and neither were you. We all just get dealt a hand of cards and sometimes our cards aren’t as fun as others but that doesn’t mean we should give up. Sometimes it means we need to be patient, sometimes it means we need to be creative, sometimes it means we can’t always have what we want, and sometimes we just need to remember that it’s not all about us and there are people in our lives that are there to support us. And you know what, daddy and I will always always be there for you. No matter what.” Sharna said bringing her up to pretty a kiss to her cheek.

“And daddy will always be there for mommy.” Val’s voice came from the doorway startling Sharna and Bella both.

“Babe. How much did you hear?” Sharna said sheepishly once she got her wits about her.

“A lot. I realized you weren’t in bed and weren’t in the kitchen. So I made coffee and came to find my girls.” Val said as he crossed the room and put the coffee he was carrying on the nightstand. He knelt down next to the two and found Sharna’s hand.

“I guess it’s not really a secret. But it’s how I feel. I feel like I’ve waited forever for this Val. And now it’s here. I mean it’s been here for the past 6 months but now it’s official. I didn’t need for it to be official but to know the whole world is going to make it official is a whole other ordeal.” Sharna said as she gripped his hand.

“I get it. It’s a huge day. For us and for Bella and just for you in general. Are you feeling okay?” Val asked.

“Uhhh…yeah. Normal anxiety, I think.” Sharna said softly. Val studied her for a moment before stood and held out his hand.

“Come sit on the couch with me. I wanna hold both my girls for a minute.” He said.

“Val we have to get ready. She needs bathed, we both need showers.” She said giving him a look that plainly said she didn’t want to talk about this. However, he had learned a long time ago when to push and when to let her be. This time wasn’t a let her be moment.

“I know, we have time though. Come on, please? Just come sit. Talk to me princess.”

“Fine, here, I think someone wants some daddy cuddles though. Huh Bella?”

“Ohhh come here my tiny princess.” Val said as he took Bella into his arms and loved her up for a few moments. She cuddled into him before going into a string of rambles. He listened intently to her as they made their way to the family room. He chimed in when it felt appropriate. He let Sharna get settled on the couch while he found one of Bella’s current favorite toys. Then he settled next to his wife situating Bella before tucking her into him as well.

“I love listening to you talk to her.” Sharna said as she smiled while Bella played with her cloth book.

“I love talking to her. And to you. Tell me, what’s going on in that head of yours princess.” Val said pressing a kiss to her head as his hand stroked up and down her arm. Sharna buried into Val while her hand rested on Bella’s leg.

“I’m okay. I just….I’m always waiting for the other shoe to drop. Whether it’s with you and now with her. Like I believe what I said to her about it not being a punishment but at the same time it just hangs out in the back of my mind. And then in huge moments like these it creeps up.” She said with a quiet shrug.

“What can I do?” He asked.

“Nothing really. Just don’t judge me. I know you love me. I know that she’s here with us. And that something can always happen but that it’s pointless to live my life in that fear.” She said as she finally picked her head up and looked at him. He could see the resounding fear there but he could also see the strength and courage and knew it was just something that they just had to deal with.“

“You’ll let me know if you need anything? No hiding?” He said looking at her.

“I promise.” She nodded.

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” She whispered as she leaned up to kiss him. Right as their lips met, Bella let out a shriek startling the two.

“Oh, someone wants in on the lovings.” Val said as he scooped her up and tickled her belly while Sharna moved to press kisses over her cheeks as the little one giggle in relief. They spent the next half hour just playing and enjoying the morning before it was time to get ready. They bathed Bella first before taking their turns showering. Bella took a mini nap on their bed while they finished getting ready. Then it was Bella’s turn which thankfully she had just woken up so she wasn’t too grumpy.

“Oh my goodness, look at the family all matching.” Peta said with a chirp of excitement when she appeared with Maks and Shai.

“We don’t look stupid do we? It’s subtle isn’t it? I just felt like we needed to be a unit.” Sharna said as she fixed Bella’s shoes for what felt like the 50th time. She had found a sleeveless pink chiffon dress for Bella. Her dress was light pink as well with a black accent belt around the waist. Val was sporting gray dress pants and a light pink dress shirt with a gray jacket over his top.

“I think it’s absolutely adorable and perfect. Not stupid at all. Relax babe. Everything is going to be set in stone here in just a little. Breathe. And let me see this precious thing.” Peta said stealing her niece and snuggling her in.

“See princess. Relax.” Val said coming up behind her and resting his fingers on her shoulders.

“Aunt Sharna! Bella is going to be in our family forever!” Shai said as he hugged her legs interrupting the mini intervention that was occuring.

“Yes, she is. Are you excited?” Sharna said as she leaned down and scooped the munchkin up.

“I am! She’s gonna be friends with Evia. Momma say they be best friends.”

“I think your momma is right. And you’re going to be their protector right?”

“Right! Papa teached me to be kind and helpful and pro…..aww papa. I forgetting again.” He said looking at Maks.

“Protective buddy. It’s a big one.” Maks said ruffling the little one’s hair.

“Yeah, that word. It is big, Aunt Sharna. But I’ll do it. Just like papa and Uncle Val teached me. I keep Bella and Evia safe. Momma I wanna see her. I didn’t give her any loves.” Shai said holding his arm out for his cousin. Surprisingly he had taken to Bella extremely well. They had all been concerned that he would be jealous especially because of his bond with Sharna but he took it in stride. Thankfully considering his little sister was coming regardless of how he felt. A month ago, Maks and Peta found out that the next baby Chmerkovskiy was going to be a girl. Shortly after they announced her name would be Evia May.

“Here bubby.” Peta said coming closer allowing Shai to give Bella a kiss.

“I’ll cuddle you later Bells. Aunt Sharna can I help feed her later?” He asked sweetly.

“Sure buddy, as long as she’s not grumpy.”

“Okay, don’t be grumpy Bells, then I can love you.” Shai said as he kissed her once more.

“Alright, we should probably get going.” Val said reaching for his little one. Peta huffed but handed her niece over. Then the family headed out. They had decided when they got their court date that Maks and Peta would come along with Shai if he chose too which he did. Larisa and Sasha were going to handle getting together a small get together for when they came back. However there was going to be a surprise for Sharna at the get together.

Time stands still
Beauty in all she is
I will be brave
I will not let anything take away
What’s standing in front of me
Every breath
Every hour has come to this
One step closer
I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I love you for a thousand more  

“Do we bring her with us?” Sharna asked Lydia as they were waiting their turn to go before the judge. Bella was currently sitting in her uncle’s lap while Shai entertained her playing peek a boo.

“It’s completely up to you. If you think it’s scary for her, she can sit with Maks or Peta. If you think she’ll be okay, bring her with you. There’s not really a whole lot of rules here other than the givens.” Lydia said as she rested her hand on Sharna’s shoulder.

“Okay.” She nodded.

“Chmerkovskiy vs. State.” The officer at the door announced making Sharna jump. Val slipped his hand into hers and they stood together. Maks, Peta, Lydia, and Shai stood as well.

“Do we?” Sharna said looking at Val.

“She’s content so it’s up to you.”

“I just don’t want her to pick up on my nerves so maybe if you’re okay Maks?” Sharna said quickly.

“I’m more than okay. Go get the papers that makes this little one permanently in our lives.” Maks said as he shifted Bella in his arms. The group followed in with Maks and Peta sitting with the kids directly behind Sharna and Val. The next ½ hour was filled with legal jargon and things none of the adults completely understood.

“I would to speak to the petitioning parents.” Judge Madison stated sharply after he had listened ot all the material presented.

“Go ahead.” Lydia nodded at them to move forward. They took a few steps towards the podium and waited to be told what they wanted.

“I’m slightly unorthodox in this aspect but I would like to know why you two feel you would make good parents for the infant.” He requested before leaning back in his seat like this was a huge test.

“Well your honor. We feel that we could make good parents because…” Val started before the judge cut him off.

“No offense Mr. Chmerkovskiy but this isn’t a high school essay. I don’t want numbers or norms. I want to know why this is important to the two of you.” He explained throwing them both off for a second.

“Your honor, sir. Ever since I was little I dreamt of being a mother. It was one of my passions. To have a family, and grow old with that family. The American dream almost, ironic since I’m Australian however it was my dream and I intended to chase it. However that dream was crushed when I was put into the situation of an abusive boyfriend and became stuck for quite sometime. During the time frame, I had my chance and unfortunately my little girl, Rose was taken from me. Since then Val helped me to get back to me. Once we decided to start a family we found out that it was high unlikely, there was much damage as well as my body just will not support this. We decided to move forward with adoption. During that time frame, I struggled immensely with why the one thing that meant the most to me was taken away. Why I couldn’t have this one thing. And then we got the call that Bella was in need of our love. As soon as we got to the hospital and met this little princess it was clear that she was meant to be in our lives. You see being a parent isn’t always about money and goods but it’s about love. It’s about teaching this human being to grow up to be a strong individual. To reach for the stars and to know that just because your dream doesn’t come true the way you thought it should doesn’t mean that it’s out of reach.” Sharna stopped to take a breath when Bella burst into tears. She turned to look at Maks who was already trying to settle the upset little one.

“Excuse me.” Sharna said moving out of Val’s grip and going to get the little one. She didn’t think twice about the reaction she had to needing to calm the little one. Maks handed Bella to Sharna who tucked Bella into her chest and started to hum as she moved back to where she had been standing before. Bella started to settle instantly as she was tucked into one of her few truly safe places. Val smiled at the two as his arm looped around his wife’s waist.

“If I can pick up where my wife left off, sometimes parenting isn’t about what’s best or what’s right. It’s about instinct. It’s about knowing in the moment that this moment is what is supposed to be. And I can tell you from the moment we met Bella, we knew that she was supposed to be a part of our families. We love her like she is part of us. And she will forever be a part of us. That is why we feel we would make the best parents there could be for Bella.” Val said as he watched the little one drift off into sleep as she listened to her mother’s heartbeat.

“Thank you, you may be seated.” He stated allowing the two to return to their seats next to Lydia. The next 5 minutes were full of not so patient waiting as the judge looked over everything. After awhile he finally looked up at the group. “I have come to a decision. By the power vested in me by the state of New Jersey, I grant full custody and parental rights to Mr. And Mrs. Valentin & Sharna Chmerkovskiy.”

“Seriously?” Sharna said in pure shock making Lydia laugh out loud.

“She’s yours guys. Fully and completely yours for, forever.” Lydia said as she watched the two. Sharna’s eyes filled with tears and they started in cascade down her cheeks quickly before she looked at her husband and realized his face matched hers.

“She’s ours princess.” Val said as he stroked Bella’s curls gently as he watched the baby with a new found admiration. He leaned over and kissed his wife gently before leaning down and kissing Bella as well.

“She’s a Chmerkovskiy! Forever!” Shai’s tiny voice yelled out interrupting the sweet moment but just making it all the better. Everyone chuckled at the young boy’s excitement who was clearly thrilled that his cousin was coming home for good. The next hour was filled with paperwork and lawyers and much much more. They shared their thanks with the judge who stated that he had all intentions of granting them custody but the parents testimony of love was always his final cinching point. They got some information with Lydia about a few follow ups that would need to happen and then they got to go home.

“Hey sweetheart, we’re going home.” Sharna said as they got her situated in the car seat to head to the house. Bella cooed at her mother grasping her hand. She slid into the backseat next to the little one making Val chuckle slightly. He squeezed Sharna’s hand before they headed home.

“Alright tiny princess, now this is an important moment. We knew that you were staying with us forever because we believed it, but now it’s official. We’ll never take the place of your angel mommy and daddy but we’ll love you just as much as them and hopefully fill their void in your life.” Val said as the three stood in front of the doorway. Maks, Peta and Shai had gone ahead to let everyone know they were coming but additionally they wanted to give the family just a few moments on their own.

“Ready?” Sharna asked as her hand reached for the handle. Bella was safely tucked into her father’s arms. Val nodded and Sharna turned the handle.

“Congratulations.” A soft chorus sounded as their family waited anxiously however there was a special set of people in the middle that made Sharna gasp.

“Mom, Dad.” She whispered as tears filled her eyes. Her parents had fully intended on coming to visit Bella shortly after she initially came home but her dad had a kidney scare that turned out to be okay however halted all travel. They were planning on coming after the hearing however Val had convinced them to come now as a surprise for Sharna.

“Surprise baby.” Lucy said as she wrapped her daughter up in her arms. Ray was close behind them holding both Lucy and Sharna after letting the girls have a moment.

“How’d…” Sharna rambled pulling back to look at the .

“That one helped us out. He figured it was the perfect time for Bella to meet her Woo and Paw.” Lucy said wiping a few tears off her own cheeks.

“Babe.” Sharna said turning around and looking at her husband in disbelief.

“Surprise.” Val said pulling Sharna into him and giving her a kiss.

“I can’t believe you did this. Thank you. I love you.” Sharna said as more tears streamed down her face. Val held her for a second before wiping the tears away gently and then handing Bela over to her.

“I think it’s time someone met her grandparents.” Val said giving her a nudge. Sharna smiled up at him and kissed him once more before pressing a kiss to Bella’s head as well. She turned around and placed the little one in her mother’s waiting arms.

“Woo, Dad, I’d like you to officially meet Bella Joy Chmerkovskiy.”

And all along I believed I would find you
Time has brought your heart to me
I have loved you for a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more

I have died everyday waiting for you
Darling don’t be afraid I have loved you
For a thousand years
I’ll love you for a thousand more

**The end. Completely.

**Just kidding. This aint be over yet. But this update is. Don’t throw eggs since it’s been so long. I love you guys! She’s a Chmerkovskiy! Officially! WHOOP! I feel like i just shipped a baby bird out my nest. BFF and I legit had this update planned when I started this story. So exciting that it’s finally here. Don’t forget to like this one up and let me know what you thought. Love you guys, alllll so so so much!

Christmas with the Malfoys

You woke up bright and early next to your boyfriend Draco. “Good morning, darling!” He said in a low morning voice.
You smiled,“ Good morning!” You stood up and walked to the window. The sparkling snow covered the ground like a blanket. It was Christmas Eve today, you had been staying at Malfoy manor for the Christmas holidays. You had met his parents many times before and they were very nice. They were kind enough to let you stay at the manor and even share a room with Draco, even though they had plenty more. You got ready along with Draco and then you all went into the drawing room to meet his parents. You walked in to see not only two blondes but also Draco’s aunt Bellatrix who had apparently came in for the holidays, you had met her before also and she seemed somewhat nice… around family at least. “Draco!” She said loudly running over to give him a hug.
He smiled and said,“ Aunt Bella, what a pleasant surprise!”
“My how you have grown only since the last time I saw you a few months ago, and… Oh (y/n)! Hello, how are you doing dear?” She gave you a hug as well.
“I’m splendid, how about yourself?” You said politely following the strict pureblood rules of both yours and Draco’s family’s.
“Oh my dear, I couldn’t be better!”
You all went and sat down on a couch across from his parents.
“Happy Christmas Eve to you all!” Said Narcissa smiling. “We will be having a nice dinner later this evening, we hope you will both join us?”
You and Draco nodded at each other. “Absolutely!” Said Draco, his mother seemed pleased with the answer.
“Excellent, I assume we will see you then!”
You and Draco both nodded and then left so you could go do some last minute shopping in Diagon Alley. You had a wonderful time with Draco, and as the sun began to go down you decided to apparate back to Malfoy Manor. You arrived in your room and you finished getting dressed in a little fancier clothing that you were. You put on a nice black dress and Draco put on a black suit. Dinners at the Manor had always been rather formal, but you didn’t mind a bit. You looked over to the mirror to see Draco fixing his tie. You walked over and tightened it for him saying,“ You look very handsome Mr. Malfoy!”
He smiled. “I may be handsome but nothing could compare to your beauty.” You smiled and he gave you a kiss on your cheek, so he wouldn’t mess up your lipstick, before leading you into the dining room. You arrived just in time and you took your usual seat next to Draco. Lucius sat at the end, then Draco and Narcissa had the first seats next to him, and Bella sat next to Narcissa. A few moments later the food arrived and it looked like a smaller version of the Hogwarts feast. The food was delicious and having dinner with the Malfoy’s was always very interesting, especially if Bella was there. Lucius and Bella fought like pure bloods and mud bloods, it was amazing, but this evening was rather interesting. Bellatrix had began to talk about a mission that her and Lucius were on from the Dark Lord. “This mission didn’t go particularly as planned… Cough cough Lucius!”
Lucius was quick to strike back with his own argument. “Oh we both know that this one was on you!”
“Me! Oh please! What did I do! If it wasn’t for…”
Lucius cut her off. “I do recall hearing the dark lord asking us to do this… Specifically asking you to do this…”
“So… What is your point!” Bellatrix began to get a little flushed.
“Oh my lord! I would do anything for you my lord!” Lucius taunted her with the most high pitched voice he could.
“Lucius I swear to Salazar of you say one more thing! And I never said that! I don’t even sound like that you blithering idiot!”
Lucius chuckled a little, then continued on with his argument. “But my lord, I don’t mind at all! Is there anything else I can do for you my lord! I love you so dearly, I would do anything…”
Draco nearly spit out his water and Narcissa yelled,“ Draco Malfoy! Have we taught you any manners at all!” But even she couldn’t help but laugh a little at that.
She was quickly cut off my Bellatrix nearly screaming back,“ Lucius Malfoy! Shut the hell up or I swear I will hex you! And Narcissa! How dare you tell him!”
Narcissa turned a little red,“ Sorry Bella…”
Lucius smirked a little, then said,“ Oh I have my ways!”
Bellatrix scrunched up her nose. “Ugh! I don’t even want to know!”
Everyone laughed but then Narcissa spoke,“ Bella, I love you, but if your obsession with that man gets you or my husband killed, you better watch it!”
“Ugh! You people! I am not obsessed ok!”
Lucius laughed a little. “Oh Bella! It’s ok! We all know here… You have to admit it! And it’s fairly obvious, if you remember the day of the that one death eater meeting when he…”
Bellatrix quickly shut him up by throwing a piece of bread at his head. You all laughed loudly and Lucius just smiled bluntly saying,“ Thanks!”
Narcissa laughed slightly and then looked at you. “I’m so sorry for our crazy family, my dear! We’re not like this all the time!”
You laughed slightly saying,“ Not to worry, ma'am! I find it all rather entertaining!”
Soon after the dinner had ended and you and Draco went back to your room. You stayed up for a while talking and enjoying your time together and before you knew it, it was midnight. You looked up to see the clock and then turned to Draco. “Merry Christmas, babe!”
He smiled and leaned up to kiss you. “Merry Christmas, darling!”
You smiled then asked,“ So what are you hoping to get?”
Draco smiled then said,“ Everything I ever wanted, I have right next to me!” You kissed your forehead then said. “I love you so much, baby girl!”
You smiled. “I love you too!”

Draco X Reader: Aunt Bella

Warning(s): Graphic violence (torture).

“They’re so excited,” Draco assured you. Of course, you weren’t nervous at all. You’d met his parents before and they absolutely adored you. It took some warming up, but once they got past the fact that you’re a Halfblood, they decided they only want their son to be happy, so they looked past your blood status for him.

You entered the manor, your giddy blond partner by your side. He was practically skipping. Once you made it to the dining room, though, his face fell and you were sure you’d seen fear flash across his face. When you walked in, you saw why. A tall, pale woman with dark eyes, curly black hair and sallow cheeks sat next to Narcissa. You recognized her at once.

Bellatrix Lestrange.

And true to her name, she was a bit… Strange… Or so you’d heard. She was no stranger to torturing and killing people without remorse, but you knew Draco and his parents would never let that happen to you. You took his hand and he relaxed considerably. You gave him a look as if to say, ‘It’s alright.’ You both sat down at the table as his aunt looked you up and down, processing you, sizing you up. The look on her face made it quite clear that she already knew of your blood status.

“This must be the charming (Y/N) I’ve heard such… wonderful things about,” she said finally, though her tone was still cold. Draco cleared his throat.

“This is my Aunt Bella,” he introduced, though it was obvious you already knew that.

“Nice to meet you,” you smiled at her warmly. Her face, however, remained stone-cold. Usually, you’d talk and engage with Draco and his parents through dinner, but tonight was different. A stiff silence filled the room. After the most uncomfortable half hour you’d ever endured, it was over. You were excited to leave when Lucius asked to speak to Draco in his study. He hesitated, but you insisted he go. It had been a while since Draco had seen his parents.

“Cissy, would it be alright if I had a little chat with (Y/N) by myself?” Bella asked, making your heart race. Narcissa’s eyes widened you could see her trying to think of a way to say no.

“I, uh, Bella, I don’t think that’s a particularly good-” But Bella was practically pushing her out of the room.

“Nonsense, we’ll only be a few minutes.” And then the door closed behind Narcissa and you were alone with the beast. You felt your limbs grow weak and you so desperately wanted to sink into the chair you sat in. You took a sip of water, hoping it would calm your anxiety, but it didn’t. Bellatrix sat in front of you, her dark eyes alive with devilish excitement as she flicked her wand, locking all of the doors. You swallowed nervously, knowing what was coming.

“I know what you’re up to,” she said, her voice quiet but dangerous.

“I-I don’t know what you mean,” you stuttered.

“Don’t play dumb with me! You’re only with my nephew for the money!”

“With all due respect, ma’am, that’s not true,” you stood, your voice a bit louder now.

“Yes, it is!” she insisted. “Well, I won’t have it! He may be blinded to your little tricks, but I’m not, and I will not have you tarnish both the Black and Malfoy family names, you filthy Mudblood! Crucio!”

Pain hit you like a bolt of lightning, striking every nerve in your body as you landed on your back on the floor. It was like being electrocuted and on fire at the same time. You screamed as loud as you could, then instantly regretted it, as it was hard to draw in anymore breath because of all the pain. You heard Narcissa banging on the door, calling for Bella to open up. The black haired woman stood over you now, laughing. It felt like this had been going on for years, centuries, but it had only been a few seconds, and you wondered how long she would torture you.

“PLEASE STOP!” you screamed, writhing in pain. She flicked her wand upward and the pain disappeared. You sat up, trying to catch your breath as she walked over to you and grabbed your throat. “You will leave here tonight and never return. Leave Draco. He’ll find someone better than you. You don’t deserve him, filth.”

“I l-love h-him,” you sobbed.

“Too bad,” she smirked.

“I won’t leave!” you yelled.

Crucio!” It was back. You squirmed around on the floor as Bella flung a spell at a mirror across the room, shattering it and grabbing the biggest shard of glass. She walked back to you and slit a long line across each wrist. You barely felt it, however, as the curse placed upon you was already too strong.

She’s going to kill me, you thought. She wants to make me suffer.

You looked down at the blood gushing out of your wrists and decided you wouldn’t give in. You’d die for Draco. You were not going to give this crazy woman the satisfaction of making you live without him. You couldn’t hold on for much longer. The blood was leaving your body at a rapid pace, not to mention the pain from the curse was stronger than ever.

Suddenly, the door burst open with such force, it was blown off the hinges. You saw Draco, his wand raised… And everything went black.

When you awoke in a hospital bed days later, someone was crying beside you. Loudly. You turned your head and found Draco, his pale face stained with tears. His eyes were red and puffy and he looked like he hadn’t slept in weeks.

“(Y/N),” he sobbed. “I’m so so sorry. I was stupid. I should have taken you home the second I saw her there. I never should have left you in that room with her. It’s all my fault.”

“Draco,” you whispered. “No, it’s not. It’s okay.”

“She tortured you,” he cried.

“But I’m fine,” you insisted, and it was true. You felt no pain whatsoever. The curse had stopped when Draco disarmed her, and your wrists were healed by the Healers at the hospital. There weren’t even scars.

“She’s never allowed back there again,” he told you. “I banished her from the manor.”

“That’s really not nec-” You tried to play down the situation, but he interrupted you.

“You could have died, (Y/N). My parents agree that it’s best if she doesn’t come back to the manor.” You sighed.

“If you think that’s what’s best. Come lay with me,” you patted the spot on the bed next to you and he laid down beside you, wrapping you in his arms.

“I’m never letting you go,” he said.

“I’m fine with that,” you replied, smiling and burying your head in his chest.

“I love you, (Y/N).”

“I love you, too, Draco.”

Originally posted by huhhowaboutno

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We Were Thieves (New Year's Eve) Draco Malfoy x Reader Imagine

In this imagine, the reader attends the Malfoys’ New Year’s Eve party at Malfoy Manor, a place teeming with golden lights, sweet champagne, and beautiful music. It’s a night of dancing, stolen moments, and suspicious parents leading to confrontation and sleepy confessions. It’s been one trying year for the couple, but with the promise of a fresh start anything is possible.

Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your last name
~~~ - used to indicate the passage of time

Warnings: suggestive content, one mild curse word

Word Count: 2,418

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I look up at the stars, head dizzy from the amount of champagne I’ve consumed tonight. It’s New Years Eve and cool winter breeze ruffles my hair as my hands trace the worn stone of the balcony rail. Behind me a party is in full swing at Malfoy Manor, laughter spills out into the night air and the klink of glasses combines with unknown music to cover the underlying sense of unease. The last year has been crazy, and the next one is uncertain.

“There you are, I was beginning to worry that someone had stolen you away.” Draco’s arm wraps around my waist, his other hand holding a dainty glass of sparkling liquid.

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