harry potter and the goblet of fire

Remember when Rita Skeeter writes that article about Hermione toying with Harry’s emotions and Mrs. Weasley gets all bent out of shape? I really think her strong reaction is less due to Hermione supposedly hurting Harry and more due to her motherly powers of observation telling her that Ron likes Hermione

Better Than a Weasley (Draco Malfoy x Reader)

Summary: Y/N L/N is a confident, pureblooded Slytherin who’s known Draco Malfoy since childhood. However, recently her feelings for him have begun to evolve from being that of just friends into something more– and vice versa. After a misunderstanding and a bit of jealousy, Draco Malfoy is able to concur that he is indeed better than a Weasley.

Word Count: 1934

Warnings: None! I think. Let me know if you find any though!

A/N: Hello! I’m a new writer, Rizu, and this is my first ever post on this wonderful blog so please let me know what you think! I’m basing this off of a Draco Malfoy x Pureblood! Reader request we got, and I hope you all enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you and let me know if you have any suggestions or comments on it! Enjoy!

Originally posted by hogwartsfansite

Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; a castle full of thousands of students, ever changing staircases that found it amusing to move when young witches and wizards were already late for class, and portraits that talked amongst themselves during the busy school day.

The L/N family was at the top of the food chain in the wizarding world, and in turn, Y/N L/N was the princess of Hogwarts. She was a confident young lady, a pureblooded Slytherin– and proud of the fact, mind you. Of course, due to her family’s social status, this meant she came into a lot of contact with one certain Draco Malfoy and his powerful family. The pair were as thick as thieves, and while Y/N wasn’t nearly as snobby as most other purebloods (keyword: as), the school knew better than to trifle with the likes of her.

Yes she was the girl that scoffed at the Weasley’s for being fascinated with Muggles, and yes she was the girl who hissed at the idea of the famous Harry Potter, and indeed was she girl who sat next to Draco Malfoy in the Great Hall cackling at Potter and his friends. She didn’t see anything wrong with it, and besides, what else was a confident girl with power to do? Y/N wasn’t evil, of course, and was even considered nice towards most people, as long as they knew their place. She never went out of her way to bully people like her dear friend Draco, nor did she usually take pride in insulting people of “lesser statuses” than her own.

After all, she thought, it wasn’t their fault they weren’t born as lucky as she was.

Currently, Y/N and Draco were walking through Hogsmeade, window shopping and making chit chat about the upcoming Yule Ball. Y/N wasn’t all that interested in the ball– as opposed to the other girls in Hogsmeade, who were swarming shops in search of dresses– and was really only in the small village in search of sweets. As Y/N walked up to the woman at the front desk, she politely asked for a large variety of sweets, eyeing the candy with sparkling eyes just like a child would.

When Y/N had given the woman more galleons than truly needed for all of the candy she’d purchased, the young girl carefully placed her belongings inside her messenger bag to avoid carrying a dozen heavy bags up and down the village. Quietly, Y/N told the witch to keep the change; Y/N believed that, being a pureblood, she needed to set an example of how purebloods should act.

“What’s the point of being rich in blood if you cannot be rich in formalities?” She would say whenever Draco sent her a look.

As the pair made their way into The Three Broomsticks for a warm butterbeer, Y/N couldn’t help but glance over at Draco, who was apple cheeked and a bit miffed at how the snow was “ruining his hair.” Even while he grumbled under his breath and brushed the flakes of snow out of his platinum blonde hair, Y/N couldn’t help but smile.

The girl had slowly been developing feelings for the narcissistic boy, despite it all, and just recently she began to face difficulties in facing him day after day. It was a struggle to keep her feelings under control when her stomach would burst into rampaging butterflies inside of her whenever he was near, or when her face would burn so red she ought to have been in Gryffindor at the slightest touches between them. In fact, sitting across from him in the snug pub made her stare glaze over in a state of pure love. Unfortunately, as Y/N spaced out it wasn’t Draco that her gaze focused on, but instead her E/C orbs focused on someone who’d just entered.

Fred and George Weasley.

Draco looked at the girl, and then Fred– or maybe George, he couldn’t tell the difference– and made a disgusted face.

“(Y/N)!?” he was genuinely confused; Y/N always talked about how idiotic the Weasley twins were, how much of a disgrace they were, and always spoke of them–.

A look of horror flashed onto the boy’s face, the butterbeer sloshing over in the mug and soaking his hand as he turned to face the redheads once more.

She always spoke of them.

Draco sneered. How could she?! Fancying someone and never letting her best friend know! Especially that– those– him! A Weasley! Mentally scoffing, the boy angrily took a sip of his beverage, convincing himself that he was just being protective and nothing more.

Y/N, on the other hand, was lost in a world of her own, oblivious to the fuming male across from her. She continued to daydream, thinking of what it would be like to tag along with Draco to Hogsmaede as a couple, kissing in the snow and the boy showing her his soft side, the side reserved just for her.

The sound of fireworks and shouting brought the girl back to reality, and she scowled slightly before glaring intensely in the direction of the red headed Gryffindor students for a moment before turning back to Draco, who was glaring at his mug.

The girl raised a brow. “Draco?”

Draco on the other hand just mumbled and looked anywhere but at Y/N. A flash of hurt found it’s way into the girl’s eyes as he continued to ignore her gaze and look anywhere but at her. A feeling of dread found its way into the girl’s stomach as they finished their drinks in silence. It wasn’t until about a half hour later, when the boy stood up to leave, that a rush of panic began to set in as Y/N hastily followed back outside into the snow.

What if he hated her?

Why was he ignoring her?

Did he find out about her crush on him?

What if he meant to reject her?!

Frankly, Y/N was on the bridge of tears, and she wondered whether or not the boy would even care.

Draco on the other hand, felt horrible. He felt as if someone was injecting self hatred into his nerves and breaking apart his heart piece by piece. He felt so awful; what did that Weasley have that he didn’t?! He had riches, good looks, and power. But he sighed, knowing better than anyone that Y/N didn’t care much for power as much as she cared for the personality of a person. If that was the case– the boy ducked his head lower and hunched his shoulders at this– he would lose for sure. Fred and George Weasley were the most amusing people he’d ever seen, regardless of the fact that they were no good Weasley’s. They could make anyone laugh, and most of the time it even worked on Y/N. He felt sick, his first friend and possibly first love interest was going to leave him for a freckled, ginger blood traitor and his ragtag family.

Y/N and Draco walked along the snowy trails of Hogsmeade in silence, Draco being upset but not rude enough to abandon the young lady completely when he knew the stupid twins might run into her. As the pair walked down the almost deserted trail, the occasional couple or two that made it awkward for the both of them, Draco cleared his throat as he decided it was now or never.

“Why a Weasley?!” He blurted out, stopping suddenly and turning to face the shell-shocked girl with hurt in his icy glare.


“Of all the boys in the school– no, in the wizarding world!– why would you choose a bloody Weasley over me?!”

Y/N could only stare at him with her mouth agape, unable to comprehend what the boy was on about.

“Draco Malfoy, what on earth are you talking about?!” Draco scoffed.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Y/N, I saw you in there daydreaming about those stupid twins! It’s clear you fancy them! But why..?” The male’s voice cracked slightly, and his glare began to falter. Aghast, Y/N let out a gasp of horror.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy, how dare you accuse me of fancying a Weasley!? If I were to like anyone, it wouldn’t be one of those blood traitors, so don’t you dare go accusing me of something as foolish as that ever again!”

Frankly, Draco was more than a little pleased at hearing this, though he now had no idea what to do after causing this little scene.

“I-I-Um… I-I’m sorry Y/N…?” He mumbled awkwardly, inhaling slowly. Pressing her lips into a thin line, Y/N hesitated a second.

“It’s fine.”

Y/N expected the boy to turned a brilliant red, clear his throat, change the subject and stomp off without her, but that was not at all what happened. Draco did, in fact, turn a brilliant red, but that was the only thing that the girl was expected as he hesitantly shuffled a bit.

“In that case… Y/N.. I- You’re my best friend–.”

Oh. His best friend.


The girl’s heart sank as he uttered those words, but she made a mental effort to continue keeping her indifferent outer expression as the boy continued.

“… and I’m afraid Pansy’ll threaten me into going if I don’t come up with a decent excuse soon, so I assume we’ll be going to the Yule Ball together, yes? I-I mean if you want, you know, a-a-as f-f-f-friends..!!”

He slapped himself mentally at how stupid that sounded.

Thankfully, Y/N didn’t seem to mind.

“Of course Draco,” she replied with a small smile, teasingly taking a step closer to the boy and batting her eyelashes in a cute manner.

“But if you’re asking me to accompany you, I’d imagine you doing it in a proper manner, right?”

Draco gulped.

“Go on,” Y/N said quietly.

He blushed and lowered his voice a bit.

“Y/N L/N, would you grant me a huge fav–honor, and be my date to the Yule Ball?”

Draco didn’t wait for an answer– she’d already said yes, and he was embarrassed beyond belief– and began to walk away. However, Y/N clutched onto his sleeve and looked into his eyes intently as he gave her a look that asked ‘What is it?’

“You didn’t let me answer.”

What happened next wasn’t what Y/N planned, nor did either of the two expect it.

Y/N stood on the tips of her toes and kissed his lips, her fantasy finally coming true, and the shock of her actions providing enough adrenaline for her to keep a coy composure as she removed her rosy lips from his pale ones and smiled innocently up at him. Draco looked at the girl and blinked a couple of times before he fully registered what she just did.

“D-Did you just..?”

“Yup. Now c'mon already! I’m freezing and we’ve still got to write that essay for McGonogall’s class!”

Y/N smiled once more before turning on her heel and skipping merrily ahead, in the direction of the castle as the young Malfoy stared dreamily after the girl while gently brushing his fingers along the skin which was still tingling from her sweet kiss. As he rushed to catch up with the girl, beaming as though he’d become king of the world, only one thought came to mind.

“In your face you stupid Weasley’s!”

i bet harry potter kept that tiny hungarian horntail from the first triwizard tournament on his bedside table forever

years later lily luna is like “daddy, what is that dragon toy?”

“well, child, it’s a brutal reminder of the time i was forced into the wizard hunger games because dumbledore can’t tell when there’s a death eater working at hogwarts”


I promised to do a timelapse of Harry, I also added some quotes from each part, so it makes a bit more sense, because the drawing are pretty old and I didn’t really want to share them.But the work’s done and I thought I’d share this anyways.