day one hundred eighty eight

Draco X Reader: Tree Carvings

Prompt: You’d fallen for Draco since first year, but you didn’t dare tell him so you carved your feelings into a tree {I love you, DM -(Y/N)} beside the lake before graduation and years later, you found a carving below yours {I love you, too. -DM}.

One week. That’s all you had left. Seven days. One hundred and sixty-eight hours. Ten thousand and eighty minutes. Six hundred, four thousand, eight hundred seconds. One week. Okay, you get it. It wasn’t a lot of time compared to the last seven years you’d spent completely head over heels for this one boy.
Draco Malfoy. Yes. The blond Slytherin Prince had managed to get under your skin in a way you can’t explain (even to this day) ever since first year. Unfortunately, he was very intimidating and you, being the shy little soul you are, was too nervous to even talk to him. You decided it was best to like him from afar, for fear that you’d talk and mess everything up or he’d make fun of you (which was an odd assumption on your part, considering he’d never talk to you, either).
Now, you regretted this decision. You wished you’d made an attempt. Who cares if he didn’t like you back? At least you tried. And so what if he made fun of you? He makes fun of everyone. Now, you only have one week left at Hogwarts and he’d probably never know how you felt.
You sighed, looking out at the Black Lake in front of you. It was a cool day in June, so you’d decided to go out and read some Muggle book under the shade of a tree. This was something you did often, if the weather permitted it. Unfortunately, you couldn’t quite focus on the words written on the page. Your mind kept drifting back to the blond. You decided you need to do something. Get some sort of closure, even if it’s not exactly perfect.
You put down your book and mark your page. Pulling your wand out of your bag, you turned to the tree you’d been sitting under. Muttering a spell that caused your wand tip to flare, you burned a message into the side of the tree, under a heart enclosing ‘L + J.’

I love you, DM.
-(Y/N)

You wrote it carefully, trying to make it was neat as possible as this was permanent. You didn’t care if anyone saw it. After running a finger over the carving, you flipped your (H/C) hair over your shoulder, shoved your wand back into your bag and made your way back to the common room.

Nineteen Years Later…

You’d become a professor at Hogwarts, taking over for McGonagall and teaching Transfiguration when she sent out Albus Severus Potter’s letter and decided to retire. (‘I can’t handle another generation of Potters,’ she’d said before she left). You loved working with kids and was actually pleased to see Neville Longbottom again, who had taken over Herbology a few years before, when Professor Sprout retired. Just before the first class of the year began, you decided to sit outside and read under your tree, just like you did when you were a student at Hogwarts. The morning sun shone off the black lake, making it look like fire reflecting off ink.
You don’t know what made you do it, but for some reason, you found yourself glancing beside you, at the tree trunk and found the carving you’d made so long ago. You smiled, remembering how helpless you felt and wondered what Draco Malfoy was up to nowadays. Then, you looked under your carving and found:

I love you, too.
-DM

Initially, you were absolutely shocked, but then you broke into a relieved smile. It all made sense now, why he never made fun of you and why he avoided you all together. He liked you, too. You felt you’d missed out. All you had to do was tell him and you probably would be with him right now. You decided you’d write to him after class. The bell rang and you rushed to your classroom. First thing in the morning, you had a group of rowdy first-years.
As you took attendance, one name made you stop in your tracks. Your heart raced. It can’t be true.
“Scorpius Malfoy,” you called.
“Here,” a small boy said. He had blond hair and the brightest grey eyes you’d ever seen. He was the spitting image of Draco. Your heart dropped as the puzzle pieces came together in your head.
You were too late. He’d already gotten married and had a son. You felt stupid.
Your first reaction was anger at the boy and jealousy of Scorpius’s mother. After all, you’d had Draco’s heart first. But then you looked at the sweet little boy in front of you who was nothing like his father had been at school.
You remembered a Professor you’d had who was mean and spiteful to a boy in your class for no reason, and you vowed the day you became a Professor that you’d be nothing like him. So you smiled at Scorpius and he smiled back.
Needless to say, Scorpius was secretly your favorite student. Not just because he was Draco’s son, but because he was kind to his classmates, always offering them help when they needed it, and he’d stay after class and clean the chalkboard without you even having to ask him to. Even when the rest of the class was talking and being disruptive, he sat quietly, taking notes.
Every once in a while, you’d ask Scorpius about Draco and he’d just smile and say, ‘Father sends his love.’

A/N: …So I guess the Battle of Hogwarts didn’t happen…. ? Idk I just liked the idea so I followed the prompt and we’re just gonna ignore all canon ideas for sixth and seventh year. Okay? Okay. This is actually my favorite Oneshot I’ve done so far, so I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

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otps: [2/12] daemon and katy, lux series

“So I was thinking, there’re eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There’re one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day…There’re one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week. Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year, and you know what?…I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you…I want a year’s worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade’s worth of hours, so many that I can’t add them up.”

“I have one week, Fitz. One week. That’s seven days, one-hundred and sixty-eight hours, one thousand and eighty minutes. That’s how long I have to live. I know it sounds completely crazy, but I have a-a list. Of things I want to do. And-And I want you to come with me. If you will.”

This is how she tells him, breathlessly, standing huddled on the porch of his doorstep to avoid the rain.

Fitz takes it exactly how she expects him too: not well.

He shakes his head adamantly at her, opening his mouth and closing it like he’s suddenly forgotten how to breathe, like his world has just been pulled out from under his feet (and perhaps it has).

Read don’t you see? (it’s my bucket list) here.

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JLANETWORK CHALLENGE: Favourite quote

Daemon Black, The Lux Series

“So I was thinking, there’re eighty-six thousand, four hundred seconds in a day, right? There’re one thousand, four hundred and forty minutes in a day…There’re one hundred and sixty-eight hours in a week. Around eighty-seven hundred and then some hours in a year, and you know what?…I want to spend every second, every minute, every hour with you…I want a year’s worth of seconds and minutes with you. I want a decade’s worth of hours, so many that I can’t add them up.”

Are you telling me that I have to wait an entire week for the next episode? Seven days?? Seven whole days?? One hundred and sixty-eight hours?? Ten thousand eighty minutes????? Six hundred and four thousand, eight hundred seconds??????????????????????????????