Summary: You are Ron’s best friend and practically his sister. When he notices you often sneaking off with lousy alibies he starts to do some investigating and finds out about your secret relationship with Draco Malfoy.
Word Count: 2,607
Warning(s): allusions to sex
Disclaimer(s): not my gif credits to owner
“Where were you last night?” Ron asks as you two make your way to the Great Hall for breakfast. “You said you were going to help me and Harry with our homework.”
“I-uh-I got caught up in the library,” you shrug, not wanting to reveal your actual location from last night. You know very well that Ron, who acted as an overprotective brother to you, would go ballistic if he found out you had been in the Slytherin dorms. Especially the dorm of a certain blond boy that Ron is not too keen of.
“You know with all this time you’ve been spending in the library you’d think you’d have better marks,” he nudges.
“And yet you still have to ask for my help on your homework,” you raise an eyebrow.
When the two of you enter the Great Hall your eyes wander to the usual spot of your favorite platinum blond over at the Slytherin table. Though, he’s not currently sitting there. You just assume he’s sleeping in, for it was a late night. You take your seat at Gryffindor table and see a letter already at your seat.
“I didn’t even see your owl come in,” Hermione says, confused.
“I was one of the first people here and it had already been placed there,” Ginny explains. “If anything it was another student that put it there not your owl.”
“You’ve been getting a lot of letters recently,” Ron states. “Who are they all from? Are you hiding something?”
“No,” you chuckle at his paranoia. “The letters have been from my sister, you know she’s a muggle. She just got her first boyfriend and she loves to tell me all about him,” you make up on the spot, because none of these recent letters have been from your sister. They’ve all been from your first boyfriend, but you aren’t about to go telling Ron that your dating his arch nemesis.
You wait a moment for Ron to start a conversation with anyone else before opening the letter. You pull out a small piece of parchment with three simple words scribbled on it. Astronomy Tower, now. And on the back P.S. I love you is written.
“I actually have to get going,” you stuff the letter into the pocket of your robes.
“You haven’t even eaten.”
“You just sat down.”
“This is the third time this week.”
There are multiple protests from your friends but you simply grab a piece of toast and wave goodbye to them. Even as you walk away they are still making protests but you simply ignore them. You move quickly through the castle saying quick hellos to classmates you pass on their way to breakfast. You try to move as quickly as possible to allot as much time as you can to spend with Draco before class… Which you have with Draco. Then again, in class you two can’t act as a couple, none of your friends, especially Ron, can find out.
When you make it to the top Astronomy Tower you see, as expected, Draco already waiting for you. He’s standing stiffly in a wide stance, his hands resting inside his pockets. He stands before one of the windows, displaying the sky covered in a blanket of clouds. He’ staring deeply out towards the horizon, and is even thinking even deeper in his thoughts.
“Don’t you think it’s a little early and cloudy to be stargazing,” you speak up.
His body relaxes and he turns to you. “Weird, I can somehow see brightest one clear as day right now,” he smirks and you let out a chuckle.
You both walk towards each other, meeting in the middle of the room. “How long were you planning that out,” you raise an eyebrow while wrapping your arms around his neck.
“Maybe a week,” he shrugs, placing his hands on your hips.
“You should be glad I don’t go around telling the rest of the school how big of a dork you actually are,” you grin. “I hope you didn’t make me come all this way for another one of your many lame jokes,” you laugh.
“No,” he turns slightly pink. “I just missed you,” he says while placing a soft kiss on your lips.
“What was the whole night not enough for you?” You smirk, cocking an eyebrow.
“Nope,” he pops before going back to moving his lips against yours, a little rougher this time.
You tangle your hands in his hair, not worrying about messing up the look he probably spent half an hour creating. He pulls you closer, even though you two are already pressing tightly into each other. As soon as he goes in to deepen the kiss, a bell rings throughout the castle signaling you to start heading to your first class. Not that it makes Draco stop however.
“Draco,” you mumble against his lips. “We have to go.”
“We can be late,” he continues on kissing you.
“Because that’s not going to make things obvious,” you pull away and he pouts. “Between your messed up hair and our swollen lips every morning I’m surprised no one’s caught on, imagine if we both show up late like this.”
“Okay,” he sighs. “You leave first, we need a gap between us.” You give him a quick peck before walking towards the stairs of the tower. “Wait,” he calls out and you turn back to face him. “Are my jokes really that lame?”
You giggle before nodding, “Yes.”
Classes come to end after what feels like an eternity, seeming to be later than usually. Though, looking at your watch as you move towards the Great Hall for dinner you see it is the normal time. You shrug and assume it’s because it’s getting harder to avoid Draco during class. Every moment you look over he’s looking at you and you try to warn him he’s making it obvious, which inevitably makes it even more obvious. When you make it into the Entrance Hall with a swarm of the rest of the students you feel someone place a hand on the small of your back.
“Usual classroom, when I cue you,” they whisper in your ear. Then, they quickly brush past you and you watch the Slytherin Prince strut away.
You just smile before continuing on your way to the Gryffindor table. You sit in your usual spot and wait for the rest of the group to show up. Somehow you managed to lose them in the shuffle of the crowd, even though you were coming from the same class. The trio of course enters in together, talking in hushed voices to one another. At this point you know it’s better not to ask them what they’re up too. After nearly dying in your first two years at Hogwarts you decided to stay away from their schemes.
“There you are,” Ron says while sitting next to you, Harry and Hermione sit across from you two. “I was beginning to think we lost you.”
You let out a small laugh before turning your attention towards the Slytherin table. Your favorite set of eyes already looking towards you to meet your glance.
“Y/N, are you okay, you’ve be very quiet lately,” Hermione observes.
“What?” You ask snapping back to reality. “No, I haven’t,” you quickly protest and move to put some food on your plate.
“Yes, you have,” Harry chuckles. “And the frequent times of you running off or disappearing, what’re you hiding?”
“I’m not hiding anything,” you quickly defend.
“Really?” Ron raises an eyebrow. “I find that incredibly hard to believe.”
“I’ve just been working to fulfil my prefect duties,” you quickly make up. “Not that you would know,” you direct at Ron, even though you’re about as lax as him when it comes to being a prefect. "I want to be Head Girl next year,“ you quickly add to make your story more believable.
"Since when?” Hermione questions.
“Since…” You hesitate. “Since the beginning of this year.” Looking back to the Slytherin table you see Draco looking at you. When your eyes meet he nods towards the entrance of the hall. "Which reminds me, I have to go make sure…“ You can’t think of any duty that would take place right now. "No first years are wandering lost around the castle,” you quickly say. “You know sometimes even by now they can’t find their way here.”
Before anyone can say anything you spring up from your seat and rush to exit the hall. Your pace slows down as soon as you’re in the entrance hall. When you make it halfway up the marble stairs you hear distant footsteps leaving the Great Hall. Knowing that they belong to Draco you keep moving, not looking back nor waiting for him to catch up. Even now, when everyone should be at dinner, it’s never to safe for you two to act as a couple. You never know who could be wandering around.
“Alohomora,” you quietly say as you make it to your usual classroom.
A class hasn’t taken place here in ages, making it a perfect meeting spot for you and Draco. You swipe the dust off of an old table before you sit on top of it, waiting for Draco to arrive. You watch the door intently for nearly minute before it cracks open and Draco slides through the small gap. He smirks before walking over to you and slipping between your legs which you wrap around his waist.
“Miss me?" You cock an eyebrow, placing your hands on his shoulders.
"Is that even a question,” he says before placing his lips against yours.
Maybe thirty seconds go by before the door swings open. Draco jumps back from you and you slide off the desk onto the ground. You both have guilty looks on your faces as you go to look towards the door. Both of you are expecting a teacher to be standing before you, ready to grant you a week of detention. The person who is standing there is far worse than any teacher. It’s Ron, looking at you dumbfounded with his mouth hung agape.
“I can’t believe it,” he speaks in utter disbelief, which is soon replaced with rage and a glare at Draco. He stomps over to him, fists clenched. “And what the hell do you think you’re doing huh?” He yells. “Trying to mess with my best friend?”
“Ron, calm down,” you interject.
“Calm down!” He yells at you and you flinch, he’s never yelled at you like this before. Never in pure anger, it’s always just been in frustration. “How am I supposed to be calm when this git was snogging you!”
“Oh, Weasley you think the most I’ve done is snog her,” Draco smirks and you mentally face palm. Of course he’s going to say anything to make the situation worse and anger Ron even more.
Ron turns to him, fiery rage radiating off of him while Draco just stands their with his usual smirk. “What did you say, Malfoy?”
“Oh god,” you mutter under your breath, knowing he’s just going to try to enrage him even more.
“I said,” Draco takes a step forward. “Y/N and I have done a lot more than just snogging, isn’t that right?” He asks you, not breaking eye contact with Ron. “Like how we spent all of Christmas Break together. And you know the house gets chilly in the winter. Only way to keep warm is to be close enough to share body heat. And what better way to do that than-”
Before he could go on Ron’s fist connects with his cheek. The force of the punch swinging him around. He leans on the table for support while gripping his cheek.
“Draco!” You shout while running over to him.
“Don’t worry,” he brushes it off. “Weasley couldn’t punch a fly hard enough to knock it off course.”
“I swear I’ll kill you,” Ron says moving back towards Draco and you step between the two.
“Ron, calm down,” you say sternly. “This is exactly why I didn’t tell you because I knew you’d go all psycho,” you explain. “But you’re just going to have to accept this, because as much as you punch Draco that’s not going to stop us from dating.”
“Yeah, Weasley, you’re fighting a losing battle. Like always,” Draco sneers and Ron nearly lunges for him but draws back.
He looks at you, disappointment evident on his face. “I can’t believe you’d do this,” he shakes his head. “You know how much all of our friends hate him and how he treats us. Have you seen how he treats Hermione? How could you do this?” Tears fill your eyes as he speaks, when he finishes he turns nd walks out the door. Not giving you even a second to respond.
“Babe, I’m sorry,” Draco’s arms snake around your waist hugging you from behind, “I know I just made it worse,” he rests his head on your shoulder. “But either way he shouldn’t have talked to you that way. I get it if he punches me, but he shouldn’t be cruel to you for this.”
“It’s fine,” you quietly say, but it indeed is not fine.
When you go to breakfast the next morning Ron isn’t there. Once Harry starts asking why you look like you’ve been crying all night you instantly stand up and walk out of the hall. Not wanting to explain the events of last night and why Ron will probably never speak to you again. Though, you are also incredibly surprised he hasn’t already told the others about you and Draco. He will soon enough and they’ll begin being bitter and ignoring you too.
You start to make your way back to the Gryffindor common room when you hear two familiar voices down a corridor. You creep quietly down the corridor and stop at the corner from which the voices are coming from.
“Sorry, I punched you,” you hear none other than Ron Weasley say, very reluctantly might you add.
“It’s fine, I will say that Granger’s punch probably did more damage than yours,” you hear Draco say and they both laugh.
You smile. They’re being civil.
“I probably overreacted last night-”
“Okay, definitely. It’s just you know, when I see someone as horrible as you-”
“What are you going to do punch me? When I see a git like you snogging my best friend, my sister if I’m honest. I don’t know I just get worried. I don’t want her to get hurt or heartbroken over some guy I’ve always known is awful.”
“Okay, one, I would never hurt Y/N. And two, the side I show you and the others is a completely different side than I show her. I don’t particularly like you so of course I’ll be horrible to you, but I actually like Y/N so I’m going to be great to her.”
There’s a pause.
“Do you love her?”
“More than anything.”
“Would you do anything for her.”
“If you hurt her you know I’ll kill you.”
“I know, but you don’t have to worry about that happening.”
There’s another pause.
“You really love her?”
“Yes, with everything that I am.”
Ron lets out a defeated sigh.
“Then, I guess I’m going to have to accept that my best friend is dating a Malfoy.”
“And I have to accept my girlfriend associates with a Weasley.”
They both scoff in disgust before walking around the corner to come face-to-face with you. Looks of shock and embarrassment take over them.
A/N: Literally holy fucking shit… The attention the first part received is absolutely fucking insane!! Thank you all so very much for taking the time to comment and reblog, it means a lot <3. After many drafts and a long wait (sorry), here is part 2. Enjoy!
Somewhere along the line, Calum managed to arrive at a conclusion that started all of this. He believed you didn’t need him as much as he needed you, and that led him to do the worst thing he could have possibly ever done, he cut off all connections. He reckoned the effects of unrequited love to be cruel and ultimately inhumane and he couldn’t handle that. Why would he revolve his life around you when the feeling wasn’t mutual?
But That’s where he was completely and absolutely wrong. The feeling was beyond mutual and unrequited love was out of the question; in fact, it was never an option.
note: this gif it’s not mine. Credits to the owner.
Pairing:Idol! Jungkook x reader
Genre: Smut, fluff a bit playful?
Word Count: 15.3K wow ok eye-
Warnings: switch jungkook, kinda sub reader, dick riding, a lot of teasing, pussy slap, teasing again, light dirty talk? and another shit ton of teasing hehe
Summary: As soon as the concert was over Jungkook decided to make a vlive after arriving at the hotel. You being hosted in the same hotel as him, being bored in your room watching his messy Vlive drinking some wine, decide to give him a surprise after a while.
Alone in a different hotel room you decide to visit your boyfriends room since you know he will be there a bit tired from the concert, it was past 12am but you knew he was still awake after finishing a Vlive he just did a few hours ago drinking a bit of wine, and he was looking a bit way too good for your sanity, he said he was going to shower after it ended, so you decided that it was time to open his door and wait for him in bed. A surprised Jeon Jungkook appears with a towel brushing off his luscious wet hair and as you expected he was looking way more endearing.
“Babe? When did you get in? Did you watched my live?” He ask meanwhile shaking his hair with a towel that was already hanging from his neck, quirking one eyebrow with narrowed and big doe eyes.
“Just a few minutes and yeah, I saw you were drinking a bit..” You said teasinly while laughing. Making the motion of little circles in the bed with your fingers.
“Ah.. You saw that.. I’m not drunk by the way.” he says with such a serious gaze doing an ‘innocent-like’ face and you couldn’t resist but burst into laugh. He frowns.
"Why are you laughing? I’m telling the truth.“ He tilts his head to the side. Putting his towel to the surface of a chair.
"You were a cute hot mess baby don’t even deny it” you say looking at him with a fun-loving look.
“But I wasn’t drunk! I was just… Rambling a lot..” He blinks several times pressing both parts of his lips into a flat line, opening his beady eyes doing subtle little nods.
“And.. That’s what you do when you’re a bit drunk honey.” you say while still laughing a bit. He just rolls his eyes and murmur a little “whatever” while going back to the bathroom and you hear a hair dryer sound being turned on making you scream a playful,
“ohhh come on! Don’t be mad baby, please come here I’ll make it up to you yeah?”
Saying that.. You don’t hear any answer but after a while you finally hear the hair dryer being turned off.
“What are you gonna do?” He raised his voice a bit for you to hear.
Summary: After the summer away from Draco you are beyond excited to see him again. Except once you two are reunited you notice something is off about him. When you confront him about it you learn of the darkness that rests within him, terrifying you.
Word Count: 1,928
A/N: AHHH finally a Draco imagine!!!
Disclaimer(s): Not my gif credit to owner
You’re gleaming with excitement as you walk through Kings’ Cross Station, you can’t wait to get back to Hogwarts. All summer you had been counting down the days until you were going to see all your friends again. You had especially been waiting until you were going to see Draco Malfoy, your long-term boyfriend, again. You were meant to stay with him for the last bit of summer before sixth year begins, but he said something came up with his family and they weren’t in the right position to hold company.
When you reach Platform 9 ¾ you barely bid your family goodbye before dashing through the barrier. You had gotten there extra early, one so your parents could say goodbye before they had to leave for work and two so you could see Draco sooner. You set your trunk and other belongings in the train and step back out onto the platform to wait for Draco.
When the distinct platinum blond hair comes into view, which can belong to none other than your boyfriend, you are not surprised to see him going at it with Potter. You just chuckle and roll your eyes, this ongoing feud was almost becoming comical. You watch the two, unable to tell if Draco lunges at Potter to taunt him or actually fight him. Though, you can tell that Potter lunged to fight before being pulled back by Weasley.
If you lay one hand on my boy Draco will be the least of you problems, Potter. You laugh at the thought of you actually causing harm to someone. Though, you never know what you’ll do for Draco. You always manage to surprise yourself.
Draco brushes off his tailored, black suit before looking forward again.
He seems a little off, even from a distance. He’s always been pale but at the moment he looks completely flushed; you can tell that he’s stressed from the tension in his muscles and the worry lines you can see from where you’re standing.
You catch his eye, him managing to stare deep into your eyes from meters away. He lets a smile take over his usual scowl when his grey eyes meet your Y/E/C ones. His smile makes your heart flutter as usual, for you know how you are one of the few people, or things, which can actually get Draco Malfoy to show a real smile. He shuffles along to you and you tilt your head, confused as to where his typical strut had gone. Draco Malfoy doesn’t shuffle he struts, everyone knows that. Something must really be off.
“Hi, love,” he quietly speaks, smiling down at you. He grabs you by your elbows, his normally firm grip turned feeble. He places a light kiss on your lips, you can still feel the passion but the power is nowhere near how it usually is when you’ve been apart for this long. "How was your summer?“ His voice is so quiet and frail, what happened to him?
"I think I may need you to answer that first,” you say while taking both his hands in yours. “Are you okay? You seem a little… off.” You just want to get straight to the point, if something is wrong with Draco you want to know now and fix it fast.
His eyes leave yours and he gazes off to the side and his smile recedes from his face, “I may have left some things out of the letters I sent you.” He sighs, “We need to talk,” he looks to the ground, then back to you. “Alone.”
“Okay,” you nod with a sympathetic voice, you give him a small, encouraging smile.
He struggles to smile back before taking one of your hands and leading you onto the train. You tell him the compartment you had previously left your belongings in and he takes you there, relieved to see no one else is in it or its surrounding compartments. You take a seat and he turns to close the doors tightly. He stands there for a second, hands gripping the handles of the door so hard his knuckles turn white, his back faced to you, he seems to be gathering his thoughts.
In a blink of an eye he sharply turns one hundred eighty degrees and rushes to sit across from you. He sits still for a moment before he looks down at his lap and starts to rub his palms up and down his thighs. What could he be so nervous to tell you?
You place a hand on his knee and only his eyes move up to look at you. “Draco,” you say in a small voice. “It’s going to be okay,” you give him yet another encouraging smile. At that tears start to form in his eyes. Was it something you said? What’s going on with him? “Dray, you’re beginning to worry me,” you voice is soft almost a whisper, you take one of his hands in yours and rub circles on the back of his with your thumb.
“I’m scared,” he whispers. “I’m scared,” he repeats letting a single tear fall.
“What are you scared of baby?” You sweetly ask while placing a hand on his cheek.
He melts into your palm, placing the hand not currently being held by yours and places it over top the one on his cheek. You feel his tears start to collect in your hand and you try to wipe them away as they fall with your thumb. He lets out a few whimpers and you know to give him time to get out what he needs to say.
“I’m scared of everything,” his voice is barely a whisper now. “I’m scared of what I’ve become, what I’ve been told to do. What will happen if I do it and what will happen if I don’t. I’m scared I’m going to lose everything,” he sniffles. He looks up, reconnecting his eyes to yours. “I’m so scared I’m going to lose you.”
“Dray, you’ll never lose-”
“You don’t know what I did,” he cuts you off. “And what I’m set to do.” His gaze leaves yours once more. His face turns deeply solemn and you can see the pain twinging in his eyes. He removes your hands from him, breaking all contact and sits up. Tears continue to roll down his cheeks when he speaks, "And I think it may be better, safer for you if you were to just break up with me and forget we ever existed.“
"Draco, don’t say that,” you sharply remark, tears now filling your eyes. “Don’t ever say that,” your voice breaks. “Whatever you did,” you grab his hand. “We’ll get through it together.”
His eyes meet yours and he slowly shakes his head. “If you stay with me, if he knows how important you are to me,” he swallows hard. “He’ll hurt you. He’ll torture you to make sure I do what he wants.”
“Who?” You ask so quietly you’re unsure Draco could even hear you.
He looks down at his forearm. Your breath gets caught up in your throat. You hope that it’s not what you think. Then, he begins to roll up his sleeve and you see it. Evil rests inked into his skin forever.
He has become a Death Eater.
“No,” you shake your head, tears falling furiously from your eyes. “No,” you place your head in your hands. “This can’t be happening,” you sob.
“I’m so sorry,” he chokes out. “But I had no choice.”
You look up at him, barely being able to see through the tears in your eyes. You know for a fact he really didn’t have a choice, but he’s still done it and you know you can’t be with him anymore. It’s an internal battle, you know he’s right and it’ll be safer for you if you leave him but you can’t let him go through this alone. He’s going to lose everyone at school if they find out, you can’t let him lose the one that is most important to him.
“I-I don’t- I don’t know what to do,” you say. “It will be safer for me if I leave you,” he winces at your words. “But I can’t, I won’t.” You see a bit of hope gleam in his eyes. “Draco,” you take both his hands in yours again. “I know this is scary, you’re going to need me now more than ever. I’m not on his side but I’m not going to let you deal with being one of them alone.”
The hope in his eyes falters and is replaced with remorse. “You don’t want this,” he shakes his head. “You can say it all you want that you want to help me through this but you don’t. You want to runaway from it and I don’t blame you for that I really don’t,” he squeezes your hands. “I know you’ll never admit it and you won’t leave my side knowing what we once were.”
“Once were?” You question.
Draco knows you better than anyone and he knows the sheer terror that rang through you the second you saw the fatal flaw on his arm. He knows that you’ll stand by him through it and that eventually it will all become too much for you. Even once you reach your inner turmoil, he knows you will still stand by him. He knows the love you have for him is so strong that even once every bit of your soul is lost to terror you will still be at his side.
All of this is why he knows what he has to do.
“I’m so sorry,” he says and you give him a confused look. He kisses you once more, with more passion and desire than all of your past kisses combined. Tears roll down his cheeks as he knows this will be the last time he’ll ever feel your lips pressed against his. The last time he’ll ever feel that you two are one.
“I love you,” he whispers after pulling away, his face only centimeters away.
You don’t know what is going on in his head but that doesn’t stop you from responding, “I love you, too.”
Draco lets out a sob when the words leave your mouth. It’ll be the last time you ever say those words to him.
He does his best to pull out his wand without you noticing. You are both staring deep into each other’s eyes. You don’t notice him moving his wand close to your temple. He closes his eyes and takes in a deep breath before uttering the most painful word.
He erases the memories of you two from your mind. He leaves a few behind from first and second year when you two only spoke when one needed help in class. He knew even with being obliviated you would question why you had seemingly never spoken to him.
When the memory charm is completed he quickly gets up and exits the compartment while you are still in a daze. He stands in the corridor for a moment, breathing heavily with his back faced to your compartment. He peers over his shoulder and gets a last look at you. His heart can’t take it, he immediately begins to shake with vicious sobs. He runs down the corridor to an empty compartment, sits in the corner, pulls his knees to his chest in attempts to become as small as possible and sobs until he runs out of tears.
A/N: If you’re wondering why it took me half a decade to post this, my school work and indecisiveness say hello. It took me literally a month but trust me when I say I did this for your benefit because I wrote about five trash drafts. I wasn’t satisfied with anything until this one (this one still sucks lmaoo) and I wasn’t about to disrespect y’all with a half-assed part three. Anyways, enjoy!
Have you ever experienced pain? Not just ordinary discomfort, but the kind of pain that grabs you by throat and cuts of all circulation, so you gasp, and you beg for air but never receive it? You feel almost incapable, unsure of what to do or what should come next. In this moment, this type of hurt was consuming your entire body, but why? This situation wasn’t anything you hadn’t seen, so why were you experiencing pain? You realized that there was a small difference between every other situation and this one. Other times, you had accidentally walked in on Calum with a girl. It hurt, but you got over it. Today, you barged in here confessing your love for him while he sat on the couch giving his to someone else.