golden yell

things that have been used as weapons in hunter x hunter:
  • switchblade
  • bouken swords
  • needles
  • yoyos
  • spinning tops
  • dodgeball
  • fishing pole
  • hairstyling scissors
  • hair
  • umbrella (sword?)
  • coins
  • chains
  • floating hands
  • a giant fucking smoking pipe
  • bubble blower
  • surfing (not the surfboard, the surfing)
  • cellphone
  • poker cards
  • a boardgame
  • a dartboard
  • a red card
  • giant golden statue
  • birdcage
  • bees(?)
  • fish
  • gorilla clones
  • a yelling clown
  • jupiter
  • the sun
  • the fighter’s grandma
  • poetry
  • an interest calculator
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 “-Not guilty.”

Before you had time to react your mother threw her arms around your frozen frame, spinning you round to face her as she pulled you into a tight hug, happy tears flowing down her face. It went without saying that everybody was thrilled, it was exactly the outcome you’d all wanted and hoped for. The jury had ruled off the case as an accidental hit and run, meaning that there was no way you or Jimin would be going to prison. They didn’t have enough evidence against him.

Everything happened so quickly that you couldn’t remember even standing up to leave, you were truly drunk on adrenaline. It wasn’t until your dad grabbed a firm hold of your hand and started walking with you that you realised it was time to leave.
“Come on, let’s get you home.” He said, still keeping his grip tight on your hand.

As you walked down the hallway to the main exit of the building your dad came to a halt, stopping you in your tracks, his face was red with anger and his signature frown was stronger than ever.
“Dad, what’s wrong?” You asked, eyebrows knitted together in worry. But it was only seconds after that you caught a glimpse of the very person you didn’t want to see.

“Y/N… I’m so sorry.” Taehyung sighed, his face weighed with stress and anxiety, his broad shoulders hunched over in defeat as tears pricked at his large feline eyes.

“Sorry isn’t going to cut it Taehyung.” Your dad spat as he shifted his weight between his legs in annoyance. “Don’t you ever think about darkening my daughters doorstep again.” He warned as he pulled you outside the building, your mother and friends in tow.
It was heartbreaking to see your father so disgusted in somebody, especially Tae, he had always liked Taehyung and treated him like his own son throughout the years. Even if though he didn’t deserve it.

Without wasting a moment of time several interviewers and cameramen swarmed to your side as you headed to the car.

“Y/N! Y/N! What are your plans now you’ve been rightfully cleared of all charges?” One young man shouted, louder than everybody else. Normally you would tell your clients to keep walking and not spare a moment for the press but there was one thing in particular you wanted to get off your chest.

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Too Forgiving

I’m in the mood for something a little angsty and a little fluffy. Who better to be in a angsty/ fluffy fic than Draco Malfoy. Hope you guys like it! 

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Muggle Born! Reader 

Requested: Nope

Warnings: Swearing 

You bounded up to Draco after dinner, ginning like a little kid at the thought of spending time with your boyfriend. As you reached him, you hugged his arm, which wasn’t an uncommon occurrence; this time something was off. You knew something had been bothering him for weeks now, but you just couldn’t put your finger on what and he wouldn’t tell you. He jerked his arm out of your grip. Pouting, you tipped your head to the side. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Get your filthy hands off me, (L/N),” He growled. You flinched, not expecting that response. Your (E/C) eyes widened as you looked at him. God, he didn’t look right. The shadows under his eyes said that he hadn’t gotten anywhere near enough sleep. 

“Dray, are you alright?” You asked, stepping closer to him. He pulled away from you again. 

“Are you deaf? Get the hell away from me,” He snapped. You let your outstretched hands drop to your sides. You stared at him, wishing you knew what he was so worked up about. You began to rack your brain for anything you’d done that could have upset him like this. Nothing came up. 

“Woah, calm down, love. Tell me what’s wrong,” You said, trying to stay patient with him. 

“You. Now sod off, (L/N).” You blinked at him, confused. What exactly had you done? He turned and began to sweep away. For lack of a better idea, you grabbed his hand. Turning back to you, he barely paid any attention to you, instead focusing on his hand with a look of mild disgust. 

“First of all, don’t talk to me like that. Second, what did I do?” His grey eyes found your (E/C) ones, turning to steel the second they met. You winced at the sight. 

“I do as I please,” He said, throwing on a mask of cool indifference. God, that riled you up a bit. Your temper flared. 

“Draco Malfoy, I am your girlfriend. I demand to know what’s got you acting like such a prick,” You snarled, crossing your arms over your chest. 

“No, (L/N), you’re not,” He sighed, throwing you a pitying look. You raised an eyebrow. This was coming from the man who, just this morning, told you that he loved you no matter what. 

“Since when?” You asked. That took the wind out of your sails. 

“I would never disgrace the Malfoy family name by dating a talentless, classless, simple, grotesque, little mudblood. Much less loving one,” He purred. A sick smirk graced his face, the face you fell in love with. Tears sprung in your eyes and your hands began to shake. 

There was that word. That nasty, ugly, terrible word. Mudblood. That wasn’t a name he’d ever called you, no matter how bad the fight got (and you fought regularly enough). Other’s had called you that awful name, but you didn’t care about them. Draco was the only person it killed you to hear such a thing drop from his lips. The lips you’d kissed so many times. The lips that claimed they loved you so many times. You worked your jaw and clenched your shaking fists fishing for something, anything, to say. Nothing except for a ragged sob came out. 

Turning on your heal, you tore towards the Gryffindor dorms as quickly as you could. As you ran, you shot past the Golden Trio. They yelled for you to stop, but you didn’t, you couldn’t, your legs wouldn’t let you. Faintly, you heard them running after you. You didn’t want them to run after you; you wanted him. Finally, when you reach the dorm, you slammed the door, locked it, and then allowed your legs to give out under you. Sliding down against the door, you let yourself sob pathetically. 

“Let me in, (Y/N),” Hermione begged. It had been over an hour since you locked yourself in the dorms with no explanation, though you were sure they knew it had something to do with Draco. You made no move to open the door. You really weren’t up to an ‘I told you so’ speech from her. Part of your brain scolded you for thinking she would do that, another part offering to allow yourself to sink into the pain of what had happened.  

“Go away, ‘Mione,” You sobbed, miserably. 

“Whatever that git did to make you cry, I’ll kill him for it,” Harry said with fire in his voice. You were sure that it was meant to make you feel better. It didn’t. 

“Maybe she shouldn’t have dated Malfoy in the first place.” Thump. “I’m just sayin’.” Ron with as impeccable timing as ever. Despite the fact that he was just trying to help, you wanted to smack him in the mouth. 

“Come on, (Y/N). You’ll have to open the door at some point, the rest of the girls have to sleep in there, you know,” Hermione said, softly. 

“Please just leave me alone,” You cried, burying your head in your arms. Soft muttering came from just outside the door for a moment. 

“Alohomora,” She whispered. The door unlocked with a soft click and the trio stepped inside. Finding you on the floor, they shared a look then picked up, moving you to a bed. Hermione’s bed because it was closest. 

“Come on, (Y/N), don’t cry over, Malfoy. He’s not worth it,” Harry said, putting his arm around you. You sucked in a deep breath and sobbed again. Ron leaned over, offering you a pumpkin pasty. Leave it to a Weasley to go straight to food in order to comfort someone, not that you turned it down. 

“You said that to Hermione once; she at least got to punch him in the face,” You said, rubbing your eyes. 

“What the bloody hell happened anyway?” Ron asked as you ate the treat. You sniffled, Hermione offering you a tissue. 

“He broke up with me,” You said, shakily. The boys threw each other a slightly confused look. Hermione waited, knowing there would be more. You couldn’t seem to get the rest of the words out. 

“And?” She prodded softly, lest you start crying again. 

“He told me that he’d never disgrace the Malfoy’s by dating a talentless, classless, stupid, ugly, little mudblood,” You whispered, not wanting to believe that the blond boy you loved so much would actually say that. 

“He said what!! Oh, I’ll hex him into the next dimension!” Hermione fumed, grabbing her wand. You touched her arm, shaking your head. 

“Don’t. Please don’t.” They all stared at you as if you’d grown a second head. 

“What do you mean ‘don’t’? (Y/N), he called you…” Ron seethed, standing next to Hermione.  

“I know what he called me!” You yelled. Ron dropped back down to where he was sitting as Harry and Hermione watched you cautiously. You looked down at your hands which resided in your lap. “Sorry. I suppose I don’t feel quite myself.” 

“Don’t worry about it,” Ron said, patting your knee. 

“You should get some sleep,” Harry said, rubbing your shoulder. You nodded, numbly. You felt all cried out, all yelled out, as if your insides had been scooped out with a spoon. 

“We’ll be in the Common Room if you need us,” Hermione said. You nodded, slipping into bed. 

“Goodnight,” You muttered. A chorus of goodnights rang back.

It was nearly two in the morning and you still couldn’t sleep. You were still hurting over what had happened and still concerned about Draco. The way he looked just didn’t seem right to you. You pictured his face. Angular, too angular, like he’d lost weight and you could fit your entire wardrobe into the bags under his eyes. His eyes. They were dull, yet oddly frantic. The usual cool silver of them had been replaced by a hollow grey. There was no way you could sleep with all of this bouncing around in your mind. 

Sighing, you got out of bed and made your way to the astronomy tower. You always went there to think. Funnily enough, this is where you met Draco. Back in first year the two of you startled each other when you saw him coming up the stairs and he saw you sitting in the window. Now that you thought about it, Draco might be there. Part of you highly doubted it. As you made your way up the stairs, you saw a shadow of someone sitting in the window. Draco. 

“I thought you might be here,” He said, not turning to look at you. You blinked, wondering briefly if you were dreaming. 

“What do you care?” You asked, no venom in your words. You joined him in the window, sitting an arm’s length away. He glanced at you. 

“For what it’s worth, I’m sorry.” His voice was so broken, like he’d spent hours crying as well. You looked out over the school grounds, the moon illuminating everything in a different way than the sun. It put you at ease. 

“Are you?” You asked. It wasn’t meant to come out so nasty, but you were hurt. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him flinch. 


“I believe you,” You sighed, kicking your bare feet in the wind. 

“You do?” He asked, disbelief laced his words. You nodded, pushing a loose strand of (H/C) hair behind your ear. 

“Yeah, but one thing is still bothering me,” You said. Still, you didn’t look at him. 

“What’s that?” The way he said that made you think he knew exactly what was going to come out of your mouth. 

“What’s going on? With you, I mean,” You asked, finally turning to look at him. The moon cast a shadow on his face, outlining his profile. Sharp nose, sloping forehead, soft cheek bones, and a strong chin: the same profile you’d seen many times in the same place. This time, it was more pained and sad. You could tell by the way his head tilted down. 

“You don’t want to know,” He whispered. Reaching over, you took a cold hand in yours. 

“I do.” So he told you. Everything. How much he regretted saying those things to you.The dark mark. Voldemort. The impending war. Suddenly, you felt very small, like you and Draco sitting in the tower were just specks floating in space. You could only imagine how he felt being stuck in the middle of all of this. By the time he’d finished, you could see that he was holding back tears. You hand was still in his with a death grip, like he thought if he let go you would disappear. 

“I’m scared, (Y/N), I’m so scared,” He wept, quietly. He didn’t look at you, but there was no hiding the tears. 

“I forgive you,” You hummed, scooting closer to him. You picked up his hand, gripping it more fiercely in your own. “And I love you, Draco Malfoy.” 

Draco brought his forehead to yours, tears still streaming down his pale cheeks. You waited, looking into his liquid silver eyes. He wanted to say something, but his words were smothered by your lips. He held you close, hands tightening on the back of your night shirt, keeping you there. Your fingers slipped into his platinum blond locks. His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you opened your mouth obligingly. Tongues danced together, saying without words that you loved one another. It wasn’t until you parted that you realized you had started crying to. 

“You’re too forgiving, darling. I love you, (Y/N) (L/N),” He whispered against your lips. You smiled, swallowing his words by bringing his lips back you your own. 

Kouyou’s what, four years older than Chuuya? That would mean she’s probably just a teenager, if not younger, when Chuuya was entrusted to her. And with that in mind, imagine:

1) “Oh shit I made him cry, what do I do now?!”

2) “Why are little boys so stupid?!”

3) “Ane-san, I’m going out!” / “Not in those clothes.”

4) Kouyou trying to find some time for herself because Chuuya takes up a lot of time and attention

5) Kouyou rehearsing how to reprimand Chuuya by yelling at Golden Demon’s blank face and getting frustrated all by herself

6) Kouyou having dramatic teen angst and Chuuya trying to understand

7) Chuuya asking tough/annoying questions and Kouyou making up the answers because she don’t got no time for that (and sometimes they backfire)

Because Kouyou’s not old enough to mom Chuuya all the time, let her mess up, let her be irresponsible!!


A/N: This is the prize fic for @nekonomajo, the first place winner of my fic giveaway!

I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.


“Draco… Hey, Draco…”

Pansy was waving her hand in front of Draco’s face and his head snapped back to look at her, tearing his eyes away from a certain Gryffindor that had just walked into the Great Hall.

“Oh! What do you want Pansy?”

Pansy raised a brow at him, “You were saying something? Before Potter came in.”

Draco gave Pansy an incredulous look, “No! I was done talking. It had nothing to do with Potter!”

Pansy, who looked wholly unconvinced, gave a slow nod and then turned to have a whispered conversation with Millicent. Draco, ignoring the giggles issuing from Pansy, found his eyes wandering back to see what Potter was up to.

It didn’t take long for him to get lost in thought, frowning down at his half eaten food. He shook his head with a grumble and went back to actually eating his breakfast. What was it about Potter lately that had captured his attention so completely? They had always seemed to be aware of each other, but lately Draco had been noticing Potter more and more, and thought that Potter was doing the same. In fact, the other day when Draco had passed Potter in the corridor, he had turned back to see Potter make eye contact with him, before promptly slamming into a wall. This had elicited quite a laugh from Draco’s friends and he had joined for appearances, but now that he thought about it, he had only relaxed after seeing Potter tell his friends that he was okay.

His frown grew even deeper at that thought.


Draco snapped his head up to look at Pansy again. Pansy huffed and gestured to the now empty Great Hall, “Merlin Draco! What is up with you lately? You’re lucky I like you so much, as now we’re both late! Stop spacing out so much!”

First class of the day was Transfiguration with, of course, the Gryffindors. By the time Draco got to class, the only available seat was behind Potter, of all people. Potter stiffened when Draco sat down, keeping his head straight, but Draco kept staring at the back of his head, really not absorbing anything Professor McGonagall was saying.

Draco frowned at the back of Potter’s head, now feeling a bit put out that he hadn’t even turned a little to glare at Draco out of the corner of his eye.

So he did what any mature young adult would do.

He kicked the back of Potter’s seat.

When Potter merely jumped a bit and tightened his grip on his quill, Draco did it again.

And again.

And again.


Harry stood so quickly and whipped around, Draco barely had time to stop mid-kick and put his foot back under his desk before it got stomped on or something.

“Would you bloody cut it out!?” Potter all but growled at him

Draco schooled his features into his proper Malfoy smirk, “Stop what Potter, I was just listening to the Professor.”

Potter’s eyes narrowed, “Kicking my chair you bloody Ferret.”

Draco hadn’t been expecting that old insult and his eyes narrowed as well and he stood, looking down at Potter with his superior height, “Care to prove it, Scarhead?” He snarled.

There was the sound of a throat being cleared from behind Potter, and they both looked over at a livid Professor McGonagall, “If you boys are quite done disrupting my class,” she gave them both a look that said this was not a question, “You will both sit down and pay attention,” slowly they both sat down, “Ten points from both of you and detention tonight after dinner. You will meet me in here after you eat,” they both gave a nod and McGonagall gave them both a piercing stare before returning to her lesson.


Harry grumbled as he walked through the corridors with Hermione and Ron later that day. He had been trying so hard not to notice Malfoy’s presence behind him while in Defense class, even with the feeling of eyes on the back of his head. He was still a bit sore about walking into a wall because of Malfoy.

He paused. No, not because of Malfoy, right? There was a much better explanation than being distracted by Malfoy. He frowned in thought, not registering Ron and Hermione’s simultaneous “Look out Harry!” before he promptly walked into another wall.

Because he was thinking of Malfoy.

Damn him.

He got up, mumbling that he was fine before walking with them to the Great Hall for lunch. As usual his eyes immediately scanned the room for Malfoy as he sat down. It didn’t take but a moment for Harry’s eyes to find that gleaming blonde hair. As he started to eat, he watched Malfoy doing the same, eyes scanning over the elegant way he picked up his fork, his proper posture, his pale skin, pointed features, and his bright silvery grey eyes. He froze when he looked into those eyes from across the hall, coming back into reality when he realized what it meant that he was looking at Malfoy’s eyes.

He was staring at Malfoy.

And Malfoy was staring at him.


Harry jolted and nearly dropped his pumpkin juice that he was about to take a drink from, his eyes tearing away from those bright grey ones to look at Hemione.

“What are you doing?” She scolded, “Didn’t you see? Romilda Vane just dropped something in your pumpkin juice!”

Harry dropped his drink automatically, which then splashed all over his pants. His cheeks stained a faint red color and he looked over at the disappointed look on Romilda’s face and then to the slightly amused look on Draco’s before standing and storming out of the Great Hall to change before his next class.

He wound up being a little bit late to his next class, but he didn’t care because it was History of Magic with the Hufflepuffs, and Professor Binns didn’t even look up from his lecture when he walked in. What he did care about though, was the new pile of folded up notes on his desk, that, instead of getting rid of, Ron was snickering about in the seat next to him. Harry sighed and sat down, opening the first one.


He closed it with a grumble and started to open a few more.



'I L–’

Glaring now, Harry promptly incinerated all of the letters on his desk, looking around pointedly at any disappointed face in the room and elbowing Ron in the ribs for laughing before they were both smacked over the back of the head by Hermione for disrupting the class.

The rest of Harry’s classes went much in the same way, he’d come to class to a pile of letters on his desk, open a few of them to make sure that they weren’t love letters, and then incinerate them when he confirmed that they were.

When he finally sat down at the Gryffindor table for dinner, he was in a very bad mood, and Ron snickering next to him and Hermione giving him sympathetic looks every couple of minutes was not helping at all.

“Hey Harry!”

Harry slammed his head against the table as he was once again swarmed by a bunch of girls from all the houses, questioning him why he didn’t read their letter, trying to give him their letters in person, trying to offer him sweets (probably laced with love potion) and a couple of them were even fighting over his pumpkin juice.

Harry glared at all the girls and then his pumpkin juice exploded on the girls that were fighting over it just as he yelled out, “For Merlin’s sake! I’m bloody gay alright? Leave me alone!”


“I’m bloody gay!”

Draco’s eyebrows shot way into his hairline as he heard Gryffindor’s golden boy yell out those words. In the silence that followed, he felt a warm glow of hope filling his chest.

He gagged as his rational mind caught up with whatever crazy hex he was obviously just hit with. Hope? Why in the bloody hell would he feel HOPE over what Potter had just yelled. Hope for new teasing material, maybe? That didn’t feel right.

Draco shot a glare in Potter’s direction. Stupid bloody Gryffindor making him think odd things that no proper Malfoy would consider. He was a Pureblood heir, promised to a daughter of another Pureblood family from birth. And he most certainly definitely without a doubt was absolutely not gay for Harry Potter. Or anyone. But especially not Harry Potter.

Draco watched Potter get up and storm out of the Great Hall with the eyes of all the disappointed or horror-struck girls following him out. With a stab of envy, he noticed a few hopeful eyes of a couple boys as well. No, not envy. Some other strong emotion beyond annoyance. He frowned again and stood, figuring he had better make his way to Detention, lest he encounter an even more furious McGonagal.

He trudged to McGonagal’s office, fighting to turn his frown into his Malfoy Mask, while still confused about the way he felt after Potter’s outburst but not wanting the git to see it on his face. He was finally able to school his features back to his mask just as he opened the door to his detention with Potter.


The tension in the air was palpable, as Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy sat grading essays for McGonagal’s other classes. She had forced them to sit next to each other, claiming that they needed to work out their differences and learn to act like proper gentlemen. They were now sitting silently, trying to concentrate on marking Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw papers and not on each other.

For a moment, Draco looked over at Harry who was sucking on the tip of his quill as he compared the essay to McGonagal’s notes. Draco’s mask broke for a moment as his cheeks turned a light pink, then he shook himself out of it and his mask returned.

Noticing the movement out of the corner of his eye, Harry glanced Draco’s way only to see the blonde tapping his long elegant fingers rhythmically against the top of the desk. The only betrayal of concentration on his Malfoy Mask being his eyebrows knitted together a bit closer than usual. The tips of Harry’s ears went a light red when he realized that he had been looking close enough to notice the difference in Draco’s face.

Before Harry could look back at his paper, Draco’s head turned and their eyes met.

Both of them jolted and blushed a deeper shade of red, frozen staring at each other. “Um…” Harry started, while at the same time Draco said, “I…”

Speaking at the same time startled both of them out of their stupor and they both quickly looked back down at their papers. Neither of them looked back up until they were finished, besides peeking out of the corner of their eyes at each other every couple of minutes.

Neither of them missed a beat when McGonagal released them for the night, and rushed back to their respective common rooms.


'He was staring at me! Why was he staring at me? Why was I staring at him?!’ Was Harry’s repeated thoughts as he sped up to Gryffindor tower. He mumbled the password to the Fat Lady and rushed through the common room to his bedroom, ignoring Ron and Hermione calling his name. Honestly he hardly even heard them, too caught up with his thoughts.

He flopped into bed, laying for only a moment before he bolted upright and attacked his pillow, punching it and trying to picture hitting Malfoy’s face.

“Why. Can’t. I. Picture. You?” He demanded of his pillow, punching between words. Suddenly he was able to picture Malfoy’s face in his pillow and his hand froze mid-punch, he stared at his pillow for a moment before grabbing it and launching it off the bed with a frustrated shout. He flopped face first and limp-limbed back down on his bed, groaning with frustration into his mattress.

“Harry…?” Ron said meekly, standing in the doorway, “Mate?”

Harry didn’t move, just mumbled something incoherent that sounded a bit like “What” against his mattress.

“Is there a reason for beating up your pillow and then throwing it at me?” Ron asked, his eyebrows almost touching his hairline.

Turning his head just enough to uncover his mouth and look at Ron with one eye, Harry responded, “It wasn’t comfortable enough for me.”

Ron just nodded slowly and tossed Harry’s pillow closer to his bed so he could retrieve it later, retreating from his crazy friend to his own bed and closing the curtains. Once Ron was in bed, Harry grabbed his pillow and lay down on it with his own hangings closed, but it was a long while before he was able to sleep.


The next afternoon, Draco was sitting in potions with the Gryffindors, blessedly on the other side of the classroom from Potter. He told himself that it was because he never wanted to be that close to the brunette ever again, but still his eyes continued to wander over to Potter.

He was doing it again.

Sucking on the tip of his quill while looking at the instructions for the potion they were supposed to be making.

Draco jolted when he realized he was about to toss his shrivelfig into his cauldron without skinning it first. He forced himself to concentrate with a violent shake of his head, skinning the shrivelfig and putting it into his caldron. As he started stirring, his mind started to wander again, as did his eyes.

Potter was now slicing his caterpillar with a frown of concentration and his brows knit together. The blade was shaking as he tried to make sure every slice was the same size. Draco had to smirk as he watched, Potter was so cute when he attempted potions.

At that thought, Draco blinked and dropped his caterpillar, whole, into his cauldron.

Which then exploded.

By the time he had picked himself off the ground, Snape was standing next to him, looking livid. Godfather or not, Professor Severus Snape did not tolerate exploding cauldrons in his class.

“Mister Malfoy,” Snape said, looking down at him, “You will stay after class and clean up this mess you made,” he looked at the rest of the students, “Everyone else, class is over. Out.”

No one questioned this and hurried out of the room. Draco breathed a sigh of relief, at least Snape still stuck to his rule of not deducting points from Slytherin. He brushed himself off and began to clean up as Snape disappeared into his office to prepare for the next class.

It wasn’t long, thanks to a few cleaning spells he learned, before he had the area cleaned. He picked up his bag, semi-noticing another bag that one of the Gryffindor’s had left in their haste to leave. Probably Longbottom, Draco snickered to himself as he opened the door to leave.

Smacking right into someone solid and falling down to the floor, that dark haired someone falling on top of him. Draco opened his mouth to curse the person, then realized he was looking through a pair of round glasses at bright green eyes.



“What are you–?”

“My bag–”

Both of them had spoken at the same time, Potter answering Draco’s simultaneous question with a finger pointed at the discarded bag on the Gryffindor side.

“Aren’t you… going to move?”

The question turned Draco’s head back to Potter, who was giving him the same stunned and confused look that he thought he probably had on his face.

“Not with you on me, Potter…” The word that was usually a curse on his tongue came out a lot softer than he had meant it to. “You move.”

Even as he said this, Draco was feeling drawn to move closer, rather than move away. Which is what his rational mind would be screaming at him to do if it were currently functioning.

Potter moved, but instead of moving away, he started to move closer, and Draco followed his actions. Their lips were now millimeters apart, Draco could feel the warmth of Potter’s skin, it was so close to his.

The door to Snape’s office slammed open and Potter flew off of him so quickly, Draco barely had time to blink before he was standing.

“Mister Malfoy, what are you sti– Potter. What are you doing here and why is Mister Malfoy on the ground?” Snape’s eyed Potter and Draco saw his 'I’m going to take points off of Gryffindor’ face.

“We just bumped into each other, Professor.”

Both Snape and Potter gave Draco an odd look when he said this, before Snape looked back at Potter suspiciously, “Is this true, Mister Potter?”

Potter nodded and snatched up his bag, “I just came back in for this, Professor, I didn’t see Malfoy as he was leaving.”

Snape just gave a slow nod and then shooed them both out of his classroom so he could let in his next class, telling them to hurry up and get to their own classes.


A week had now passed and Harry barely felt the time, he was so busy replaying the events in the Potions classroom in his thoughts.

What had happened?

It was like, when he fell on top of Malfoy and saw the surprise and actual emotions in the silvery eyes, his mind had just shut down. He had been running on… Was it instinct that had him leaning closer to Malfoy, or something else?

Would they have… Kissed?

Rather than feeling nauseated, like he thought he should at that thought, he felt his heart give a little leap.

Definitely not instinct then.

It was his heart. His heart had wanted him to kiss Malfoy.

And Malfoy was leaning closer to him too.

It took Harry days of trying to rationalize Malfoy’s reaction before he determined that yes, he had been leaning forward. On his own, even.


So if Snape hadn’t come in, they would have kissed.


They definitely would have kissed. Was he okay with that? Probably. Should he be? Probably not.


Harry looked up just in time to see the rapidly approaching wall. He tensed up in preparation for the inevitable impact.

That never came.

Harry suddenly found himself being yanked into the classroom next to him, saving him from impact.

“What is up with you and that wall, Potter?”

With that unmistakeable drawl, Harry was now aware of who his rescuer was. He turned, and promptly lost the ability to speak. Malfoy himself was looking rather agitated and a little bit ruffled as he cast a locking spell at the door. Harry wasn’t sure if he should run or not, because of the look on Malfoy’s face.

“Malfoy…?” Harry tried.

Malfoy looked sharply up at him, “Why are you everywhere?”

Harry blinked dumbly, “Wha?”

“Every time I look up, I see your stupid hair or your stupid glasses. I haven’t been able to get you out of my head for weeks!”

Harry felt his cheeks heat up as he realized what Malfoy was saying to him, “Me too…”

He peeked up at Malfoy to see him looking stunned again.

“I mean… You know… Thinking about you…” Harry mentally kicked himself at how bad that sounded.

Malfoy dragged his fingers through his hair, then absently fixed it back into perfect order. For the first time Harry had ever seen, Malfoy looked very very lost.

Harry gave a soft laugh as Malfoy turned away, sounding almost hysterical. He had no idea how to handle this situation or even if he was reading into it correctly. Suddenly he couldn’t stop his bout of word vomit, “I mean, what could you be saying anyways? We can’t possibly have fallen for each other? You can’t have fallen in love with me.”

Harry knew that his voice sounded confrontational, but his face portrayed hope. A, faint, hope that Malfoy would see past his self-protection and contradict him.

Malfoy whipped back around and grabbed his shoulders, his Malfoy Mask now completely dropped. “That’s just it isn’t it! I can’t have fallen in love with you!” Harry’s heart plummeted but Malfoy wasn’t done, “Damnit Potter! I can’t have just fallen in love with you because I never fell out of love with you! Since the day we met!”

Then Harry felt Malfoy’s lips crash against his. It was electric and fire and all tongues and teeth as they wrestled for dominance, neither conceding until they finally broke apart. Harry was panting, looking up at Malfoy and his disheveled uniform.

“Now what, Malfoy?”

Malfoy smirked, “Maybe start by calling each other by our first names.”

“Oh, you have a first name?”






I’m really sorry for the delay in finishing this, but I really hope you liked it. Just a side note, this is officially the longest thing I have ever written.

Also sorry for the massive wall of text, I’m posting on mobile.

Major props to my sister @firesofbagginshield (obviously a Hobbit blog, follow her if you like Bagginshield) for helping me edit this.

One of the Lucky Ones

The crisp chill of the wind rustled Taylor from her dream-like state of bliss. She felt the straw underneath her move along with the breeze as she heard a chain of laughter on the other side of her backyard. Andrea Swift had warned her daughter that no matter what, nothing in one’s life compared to the moment they looked out into the world and saw their family smiling back at them. Taylor reminded herself to give her mother a call that night, thanking her for everything. Her blonde curls moved into her bright blue eyes, and as tired as she was, she felt perfect. There was a time when tight outfits and girls’ nights meant everything to her. They still did, but she didn’t do them as often. Lately, it seemed, her girls’ nights included some PG movies, a whole lot of excited children, and a few glasses of wine.

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Marauders Era, 5th year

Lily hated everything about James bloody Potter but she especially hated him when he was standing tall in the middle of the Quidditch pitch as if he was the Prince of the highlands, that boy had the ego the size of a dragon. It didn’t help when all of the red and golden stands yelled out his name in unison. Lily could accept the fact that James was a pretty good Quidditch player if he didn’t fucking gloat about it every five minutes in the common room.

Lily could literally see the third year girl next to her drool as she watched James fly effortlessly through Ravenclaw defense and not-so-gently nudge her friend in the ribs as she whispered “isn’t he sooo cuuteee?”. Lily felt like smacking the girl in the head to knock some sense into her but thought better of it,this was none of her business. The fact that almost all of the student body was infatuated with James Potter was ridiculous, Lily thought it was because Sirius was taken by Remus because Sirius was superior to James in look wise. Lily would never tell it out loud but she kind of understood why people liked James and why she could never do so. The ego that fed his self confidence and charisma was extremely annoying to Lily.

Thank Merlin he had stopped asking Lily out though, Lily was finally at peace. After that incident with Snape, James had withdrawn himself, too and Lily felt good. She never needed anyone to protect her or defend her honour, she was very capable of doing so herself, thank you very much. Lily left the game early and went to the common room after James scored his 10th teams 14th goal, she knew how it would end, it always ended the same when James was in the mood for it. Just as she had expected half an hour later Firewhiskey was flowing like waterfalls in the common room as a tipsy James approached with a bottle of half empty Firewhiskey in his hand.

“Alright there, Evans?” he asked carelessly as he tried to find his balance.

“Congratulations Potter, you got a hundred more girls to fall in love with your ego today” teased Lily. James shrugged at this and left without another word. Lily made her way to her dorm, as much as she loved her house, she had never enjoyed the celebrations after the games. So she settled herself in her bed, unable to fall asleep, making pillows fly around the room as she tried to keep herself from doing her Prefect duties and spoil all their fun. No, she wasn’t going to do that.   

6th year

Games against Slytherin always took a toll on James Potter, Lily could always see that and now that he was the Captain, the tall boy was crushing under the expectations. It was the second game against Slytherin and even though Gryffindor crushed them in the first one, James still had his doubts. 

Lily looked at James as he played with his food sitting just across her.

James, you have to eat,”  recommended Lily. She didn’t know why she called him James, she never did that. “and you need to stop worrying, you will do just fine”

“Oh, not you, too, Evans” said James as he dropped his fork and took off his glass to rub his eyes. “They are going in for the kill, they want each of us in those beds. I don’t want my boys to get hurt just for a cup, I’m not a psycho

“Okay, Potter. Snap the fuck out of it. Where’s the Potter I know and hate?” she smiled as she put porridge in front of the darker skinned boy with some pumpkin juice. “Now eat up before I hex you to next year”

James smiled a little, Lily could feel him ease up a little. She hated him but they were friends now, it kinda worked out that way without either of them intending to and James, well, he had grown out of that idiotic phase where he hexed people for the pure pleasure of it. He had actually grown literally, too. He had grown taller and broader, Quidditch did him well and then Lily realised she had been staring at Potter for too long as Sirius came to the table.

“Alright there, Evans?” he teased, his grey eyes shining with mischief.

“Sod off, Black” replied Lily almost instantly because he knew, he knew she was looking at James with something else in her mind. James finished his porridge and chugged his pumpkin juice as he got up to go to the pitch.

“Good luck” blabbered Lily with a shy smile and James left with a nervous nod.

“When will you tell him?”

“When will I tell him what, Black?” challenged Lily, there was nothing to say and they got up silently to get some good seats. Peter and Remus met them at the entrance of the Great Hall and they placed their usual bets for the game as they walked.

Lily felt edgy as the players walked out on the pitch, she heard Peter whistle loudly. It was fun watching the Quidditch games with the Marauders but this time, Lily would rather a little less enthusiasm knowing how James felt right now. He wasn’t a complete prick after all, she felt her heart flutter as James looked their way. This had started happening way too often and Lily was starting to worry because really? Potter?

The game was as disgustingly rough as James expected it to be Lily found herself hiding her face behind Remus as James was hit by one of the massive Slytherin Beaters. It was the longest one and a half hours Lily had to endure, at the end of it James was in one piece and he was smiling widely.

Lily had started joining the celebrations lately and they were as fun as Marlene told they were, she realised she enjoyed it because she didn’t spend her time criticising the Marauders but instead drinking unhealthy amounts of Firewhiskey with them. When the night ended Remus, Lily and James were sitting on the couch James in the middle as the others were laying on the ground. Lily felt her already warm skin burn every time she felt James against it and this may be Firewhiskey speaking but she wanted to kiss him. I am so fucked. They talked about everything that night and Lily felt safe. She hadn’t laughed that hard for a long time, she made James give her a piggy back ride to her dorm because she was too drunk to climb the stairs, praying that no one would remember it tomorrow. As James let her down slowly, he gave her a grin and disappeared to his dorm quickly. Lily fell asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow and dreamed of messy black hair and warm brown eyes.

7th year

It was the first game of their last year. McGonagall had practically begged James to win the cup this year because the coming generation didn’t please McGonagall one bit. 

Lily woke up to the familiar scent of his boyfriend, who had probably been lying awake for the past hour. 

“Morning” she mumbled sleepily.

“Morning, love” replied James, his voice still rough and Lily just loved that. She got up slowly and kissed her boyfriend a little too eagerly that James had to stop her. “Not a good idea before Quidditch game, Lils”

Lily rolled her eyes and got up as James took all of her in and jumped out of the bed to lift her from her waist, Lily’s favourite.

“We are going to be late to breakfast and you need to eat Potter” she scolded as she pulled over a sweater she picked up from Remus’ pile of clothes. The other boys had started slowly shuffling.

“Wake up you fuckers, I have a game today” yelled James suddenly making Sirius jump.

“Fuck you” groaned Peter. James grabbed Lily’s hand and they made their way to the Great Hall. Lily watched as almost everyone wished James a good luck and realised how much tenser he got with each pat on his back. It as raining outside so Lily slowly took James’ glasses as he stared confused and bewitched them to stay clear.

“I love you” murmured James as he put his glasses back on and got up.

“Love you, too” 

She did, she did love him so much and was actually proud to call him her boyfriend. She loved that they were Head Boy and Girl as it gave them freedom in the castle and lots of time to talk and snog. Lily loved that his brown eyes looked like honey and that his hand fit perfectly on her waist, she loved that his messy hair was the perfect place to hang onto as he kissed her fervently. She loved that James was hers and no one else’s, she loved that most of the girls were jealous of her because she was the one holding James Potter’s hand and not them. Lily realised she had made it to her seat while she was thinking all the ways she loved James Potter.

The game was relatively easier than Slytherin ones but Hufflepuff had a good team and James knew that. Lily prepared herself mentally to not attack anyone who’s a little too harsh on James because he could handle himself. 

It had been quarter of an hour and Lily couldn’t keep it in anymore as a Bludger scraped James’ left arm. 

“Oi newbie, I will fucking haunt you if you hurt him” yelled Lily over the rain to the Hufflepuff’s new beater and the boy literally shrunk in size out of fear. “That’s better.”

Lily cheered and jumped with each goal James scored and very audibly shouted “That’s MY boyfriend!” like there was anyone who wasn’t aware.

Lily got lost in thought for a while as he watched James fly perfectly, the way he dived and rose again swiftly even though the rain made it harder on everyone else, James wasn’t affected by it. His wet robes made every part of his body very visible and Lily shuddered a little and she tamed herself because this was not the time. She would have James to herself after the game was done.

When the game was done Lily flung herself into James’ arms and snogged the living shit out of him because James was hers and no one could stop her. 

Ice Cream Delight: Saeran x Reader (Part II)

A/N: This is longer than my previous chapter, I’m not really going to set a limit to how long each chapter will be, I just end it where I think it’ll be best to end :)

The doorbell rang when you were just about finished washing your dishes after eating the rest of the food the lady had given you. Of course, you were not expecting any guests (only guest you would ever expect was the lady but she’d tell you first) so naturally, you were extremely wary. You open your laptop to see the camera view of the area near the front door, the hidden camera you had installed before breakfast, and saw two figures, one waving directly at the (supposedly) hidden camera and the other seemingly nonchalant facing away from the camera. You were just about ready to ignore the two individuals but when the one that was faced away turned to the camera, you quickly realized who it was. Saeran. You went to open the door, ready to bombard him with questions.

“Saeran?? What are you-”

Here, I got you ice cream,” he shoves it towards you, but you reflexively back away and mumble, “No thanks.”

“CAN I HAVE IT THEN?” the person accompanying Saeran, who had striking red hair and golden eyes, yelled, and he looked at you and then back to Saeran.

You slightly cringe at the noise, with it being so early in the morning. “Ugh, tone it down a bit, it is way too early,” you hadn’t realized that you said it out loud until the red-head spoke, “But it’s noon.”

“Yeah, which is early,” you heard an echo and you turned to Saeran, who was also caught off guard that you two said the same thing.

“Ohhhhh~ Am I witnessing love blossom? <3_<3″ you swear you could see hearts not only in his eyes, but around him. You decided to just ignore the red-head, motioning for both of them to enter the house. Saeran shoves the ice cream that was for you to his brother, who delightfully grabbed it.

After you closed the door behind them, Saeran sighed, “This is my twin brother Saeyoung-” “707! or Seven!” Saeran glared at his brother, who quickly turned away, pretending to be innocent. “Nice to meet you,” you started, “but, why is it that you have mint eyes and white hair that has.. pink tips?”

“Oh, that. I dyed my hair, and as for my eyes, it’s a long story, but you might see them change to their original golden color. My eyes are in the process of being treated and healing, it’s weird but it’ll sometimes flash to the golden color,” Saeran explained while taking a seat on the couch, dragging his brother with him. You nodded your head and took a seat across from them, “Anyways, why are you here? How did you fi-” you didn’t complete your sentence as you remember, he was a hacker too, and probably traced your laptop which he got when you went around his system. “Nevermind that,” you wave your hand dismissively, “So, why are you here?”

“Well, lover boy over here-” Saeyoung or Seven, was cut off by Saeran, “I’ll do the explaining, just shut up,” he glared at his brother and turned back towards you. You motion for Saeran to continue. “I want to help you,” Saeran takes a deep breath, “I know you’re in trouble and trying to get away from Mint Eye. I just really want to help you lose any connection towards that place, get away from it all.”

For a second, you could not respond but then asked, “..How do you know the name? and by the way your talking, you also know what it is? How??” Saeyoung responded, “Well, Saeran was- OW!” he clutched his stomach, where Saeran had hit him, looking at you again, Saeran elaborated, “As you know, I’m a hacker too, and my brother is one as well. We know about Mint Eye and what it’s all about, because we were involved with them, they threatened our organization and we destroyed them. Or, we thought we did. That’s also another reason why we want to help. In hopes of not only saving you from them, but to make sure Mint Eye doesn’t continue to exist, which you will help with immensely as you know of its recent activities.”

You nodded, telling them that you agreed, “I’m not only aware of what they do.. I helped them.. a lot. He always told me how important and useful I was,” you began sharing details. Saeran acknowledged what you said, “Yes, you’re a hacker, contribute to everything, and that nothing goes wrong.” You sighed, “Right track, but there’s multiple hackers.. The reason I’m telling you that I was really important to them, was because I was the top.. Pretty much led and taught the other hackers. Also, I know all the methods of hacking, from ancient to the most recent. So, to sum it all, I’m the reason why Mint Eye was pretty much invincible, and was off your radars.”

Saeyoung stood up, evidently shocked, “OMG! That’s why I couldn’t find a single trace! I thought Jumin had collected it all or something that’s why there was nothing of Mint Eye, but I thought it was weird! Not to offend Jumin’s intelligence unit, but even if they did collect everything, there would be more stuff that I could’ve found,” Saeyoung stops and turns to you, narrowing his eyes, “By any chance, did you participate with an agency that was responsible for-”

You scratched your neck nervously, “Blackout? Yeah.. that was me. I’ve never been with any agencies though, or worked with them. It was just a privacy issue I had. My um, friends, decided to go through my stuff in my room without my permission. So, I was pissed off about it and started thinking about how people felt when their privacy was invaded..”

“You’re telling me,” Saeyoung points at you and back at himself, “The reason why every freaking classified information, was blocked by some firewall that no one could breach, was because of a 13 year old privacy issue?? and pity??” Saeran was sitting still, confused by the whole ordeal while you responded, “Yep.”

Saeran asked, “Wait, what is this blackout?” Saeyoung sat back down next to Saeran, incredulous that he didn’t know what it was about, “It was around my third year in the agency, I was well-known as the best hacker. I had orders to dig up any information about USA, and I mean all information related to USA. I started to hack through their own database, which was blocked by a firewall I couldn’t figure out. I didn’t think much of it, because it was obviously their most classified information, so I thought that firewall was just something I could figure out later. Then, I started to try other countries or databases that may have information related to USA, but they were all blocked by the same firewall! Those 6 months threatened my career! I swear! Not only mine, but every hacker and agency! That event was named blackout, because it was like a curtain that couldn’t be moved was placed over every single information! Literally, no agency or hacker made any progress in those 6 months. Everyone was so desperate, that a lot of agencies who were enemies worked together to find a way to get rid of the firewall, but obviously, no one figured it out. Then, Christmas Eve, the firewall just disappeared. Agencies and hackers consider December 24th a holiday, just because it was the day when the firewall was gone,” Saeyoung stopped, trying to calm his breathing after rambling.

Saeran after listening to all that, seemed to ask the right questions, (lmao not really) “Did you not consider Christmas Eve a holiday before that?” Saeyoung stared at Saeran, (really? -_-) “December to January is when we get really busy, so there is no vacation on those months. That’s why a lot of them were kind of thankful that the firewall vanished during a holiday, allowing hackers and agency employees to actually celebrate Christmas, have the same holiday as you know, everyone else.”

Saeran scoffed, “In that case, I hope they get rid of that holiday soon. So I don’t have to spend Christmas with you.” Saeyoung clutched his heart dramatically and gasped, “My feelings~! THE PAIN!!”

You roll your eyes at his drama, “Saeyoung, how’d you know I was 13?” He turned towards you, smirking, “Lucky guess? I was 13 at that time, and I assumed that you were the same age.” You narrow your eyes at him, Saeran sighed and shook his head, “Please tell me you did not-”

“Bingo!!” Saeyoung cheered, “Right you are, dear brother!” he pulls out a card from his pocket, which you recognized as your ID from Mint Eye.. That was in your pocket before you opened the door. Saeyoung’s pride decreased when you chuckled in amusement, “Wow, who knew we were similar,” you teased, twirling a keycard. Saeyoung gasped, turned towards his brother grinning, “I like her. I approve. You have my blessing,” which earned him a smack to the head. You and Saeyoung gave each other’s belongings back, him asking what you were planning to do with the keycard. “I was going to find where you guys lived through that,” you shrugged. They didn’t bother asking how you would’ve done that just through a keycard.

You continue to inform them of activities in Mint Eye, starting from when all traces of Mint Eye was gone. Also, your involvements in those activities. You held off on a lot of details though, you still felt a bit doubtful. So, you arranged for a day for them to pick you up and explain everything else at their place, as it was only fair you went to their place too. Despite how you could’ve easily find their location or home, you didn’t want to risk getting found by using public transportation. They agreed on two days later, they’d pick you up in the morning and return you, at least before midnight. After setting the plan, they left and you went to go shopping for clothes and essentials.