Oikawa’s nose scrunches up, but he doesn’t care enough to try and neutralize his expression - besides, there’s no one here watching right now except Hanamaki and Matsukawa, and they’re going to give him shit either way.
“There’s no way that works,” he says, oozing contempt.
“You won’t know if you don’t try it out,” Hanamaki says, shrugging as if the matter meant no more to him than the headline of the
Daily Prophet. (His mom sends them, in an attempt to
educate my foolish son, but Makki mostly throws them out without sparing them a second glance - no matter how reproachful the family owl looks when he does so. Being the son of the editor in chief means absolutely nothing to him.)
“I mean, you don’t really have anything to lose, do you?” Matsukawa tacks on, holding out the folded piece of paper for Oikawa to take.
Oikawa’s frown deepens.
“I don’t like this. At all. He’s gonna see right through it.” He even goes so far as to take a step back. “Besides - I know you guys have heard of amortentia. Do you know how long that takes to brew? There’s no way some simple
“It’s not gonna make him fall in love with you,” Hanamaki interrupts. “Obviously. But that’s not what you want, anyway. You just want to… make him admit his feelings. Right?”
A/N: This story is inspired by ‘I Need You’ and 'Run’ This story will contain fluff, smut, drinking, drugs, and angst. No, this story will not be exactly like the MV’s but I have used some scenes.
PREVIOUSLY ON ‘RUN’
“Um, I am getting evicted.. I have a week to move out..” The thought of asking the man who gave you everything for a place to stay made your sick to you stomach. The walls felt like they were closing in on you and a loud sob erupted from your lips without warning.
“Well dear, its time you finally came to my place and met my roommates. I’ll send you the address. I love you, see you soon.” And with that the line went dead and in a matter of minutes you received a message.
Hobi: 3523 Midrow Ave. Just let yourself in, my room is the second door on the right on the third floor. Be safe, we can go back to your place tomorrow and start packing.
Third floor? He lives on the nice part of town in a three story house? How many roommates did he have? Why did he never tell me any of this? The subject you once studied so diligently turned out to be a lot more complicated then you anticipated.
You pulled up to a beautiful modern like townhouse that was set at the end of the street, a good distance away from the townhouses that surrounded it. The house’s driveway held six cars including your own, and your mind wondered if there was any in the garage. You looked up in awe as your duffle bag dangled from your arm; the beautiful light gray steps that led to a dark oak door, you admired the way the top floor looked like it was made completely out of floor to roof windows, accompanied by a beautiful black gated balcony. The modern home was made of dark wood panels and smooth white cement, the black window frames seemed to tie the entire townhouse together.
Hoseok, why have I never been to your place? You thought as you finally made your way to the front door ahead, turning the knob and walking inside. As if the front of the house wasn’t enough to take in, the inside was even more beautiful. Gorgeous black couches and two black recliners beautifully complemented the white walls, and dark wood coffee table. Different forms of artwork hung around the house of all kinds of different styles, the living room wasn’t exactly tidy but it was not messy either.
The house seemed quiet, granted it was around midnight so you assumed everyone was sleeping. You walked two flights of wooden steps finally reaching the third floor, second door to your right.
The door made little to no sound as you slipped inside the room and dropped your bag onto the floor, you quietly unzipped it to retrieve your light pink pajama shorts along with your black knitted sweater. At this point you didn’t care if Hoseok woke up and saw your bare back as you changed, not that you really cared at all.. it was Hoseok for crying out loud. You crawled under the covers next to Hoseok’s half naked body allowing a few tears to fall onto the bed sheets.
“Do you want me to put on some sweats or something y/n?“ He mumbled lazily, fluttering his eyes open to meet yours. “No, no, its alright. I’ve seen you naked before Hobi, I just need you right now.” Not even a second after the words slipped from your mouth Hoseok grabbed your waist and pulled you close, pressing his lips firmly to your forehead.
“I’m here, I’m here, its okay. You can let it out, you can cry, you can vent. I’m so sorry all of this is happening and everything seems to be going wrong but I’m here for you. You can stay here as long as you like. You can share a room with me, or we can clean out the study and have you sleep in there? Either way is fine with me. I’m right here for you.” His words were no longer laced in sleep nor where his words jumbled together, he was fully awake at this point, stroking your hair like he always did.
“I just want to sleep Hobi, I’m just thankful I have you.”
“Good y/n-ah. We have a big day tomorrow, get some sleep beautiful.” And with that he kissed your head one last time and you fell asleep to the soft rhythm of his heartbeat.
“RISE AND SHINE PRINCESS! TIME FOR YOU TO MEET SOME PEOPLE!!” Before your eyes could even adjust properly Hoseok had picked you up and thrown you over his shoulder. When sleep had finally left your body, you become fully aware that your idiot best friend was carrying you over his shoulder and down the stairs.
“Hobi put me down before I fucking end you! I swear to god Jung Hoseok if you do not put me down this instant I will cut your dick off and feed it to you. I will crush you like the bug you are!” You screamed. “I will shove my foot so far up your a-” You were cut off when Hoseok finally set you down and you were met with five pairs of eyes starring at you.
“Hoseok tell your friend to watch her language!” A tall boy with light brown hair commanded with wide eyes causing your cheeks to turn a light pink from embarrassment. His hair fell in front of his face in a perfectly messy manner, his lips were slightly plump and his face was flawless.. all of their faces were flawless in fact. “Oh. I-I’m sorry.” The corner of the boys lips curved up into a smile as he made his way to you and extended his hand in greeting.
“Hi, I’m Seokjin. You can call me Jin if you’d like. You must be Y/n, we’ve heard a lot about you.” You rose an eyebrow and looked back at Hoseok who was wearing one of his infectious smiles.
“All good things I hope.”
“Of course,” He replied sitting back down at the kitchen table with the other five. “Also y/n there is food on the stove, please help yourself.” You bowed your head in thanks and made your way over to the stove grabbing a bacon strip from the pan, nibbling on it as you stood next to Hoseok like a lost puppy too scared to leave its owner earning a little chuckle from him.
Your eyes scanned over the stunning characters sitting in front of you as they did the same to you, looking you up and down almost as though they had never seen a girl before. A tall boy with slicked back pink hair met your eyes and gave you a nod before speaking. “Hello Y/n, welcome to our home. I’m Namjoon, feel free to call me Rap Monster.” His smile was complimented with two deep dimples that almost made you want to go up and ask permission to touch them. Almost.
Before any one of them could speak, an adorable boy with green streaks in his hair made his way towards you giving you the most fascinating box smile you’d ever seen in your life. “Hey, I’m Taehyung. We are friends now, you are family and you can call me whatever you want.” He slung his arm around you and rested his head against yours almost like you’d known each other for years, his presence was something so comforting that you smiled back letting a small giggle fall from your lips.
Your eyes fell on a dark haired boy, with a body of a god. Well at least of a God you would surely worship. It was hidden poorly in a white t shirt that allowed his collarbones to peek out in an oh so beautiful way and it wasn’t until you reached his face that you noticed how complex he was. His astonishing face structure gave him the look of a model but the adorable bunny smile he was giving you gave him the look of the most innocent of creatures. “I'm Jungkook, welcome.” His voice was slightly shy and that made you only want to go up and hug him.
“Hi, I’m Jimin.” A boy with orange hair and plump lips smiled. He was noticeably smaller then the others and equally beautiful. His hair was oddly fascinating, nearly resembling a Disney Prince’s; it fell effortlessly above both eyes with a almost precise middle parting. He had the smile of the sweetest angel in the world but the lips that would tempt even the devil himself, just like Jungkook his collarbones peeked out from underneath his flowy white tee. He was temptation in the simplest of terms, but at the same time he was just as complex as Jungkook; his smile so big that his eyes squinted and his cheeks were practically begging to be squeezed.
“Hi everyone, its nice to meet all of you."
"Well, there is one more of us but he is usually asleep all day. He is sort of an ass but in the best way I suppose.” Taehyung hummed, the famous grin never leaving his lips.
“Y/n, what all are you planning on packing? Everything you can or essentials?” You nibbled on piece of toast meeting Hoseok’s curious eyes. “Probably all my clothes, my makeup, brush, toothbrush, some blankets pillows, I could bring my-” Hoseok cut me off with a chaste kiss on the forehead. “So the essentials?”
“Fuck you Jung Hoseok.” His amused chuckle was reply enough as you hugged him tight and excused yourself from the kitchen to change. You were standing in the middle of Hoseok’s room wearing your favorite pair of black ripped jeans and matching black push up bra, when he slipped in and walked over to his closet.
“Hey Hoseok, thanks again for letting me stay here.” You smiled, slipping on a black shirt then fell loosely around your shoulders allowing you to join the collarbone club.
“No need to thank me Y/n.”
Taehyung unloaded the last box and happily carried it to Hoseok’s room, causing you to smile in admiration. He is like a child in an adults body. You thought to yourself on your way up the stairs to your now shared bedroom. You thanked Taehyung for his help and waited until he left the room to finally begin speaking. “Hoseok. I really feel bad for making you share your room so what I was thinking was, we can keep my TV in here and we can move my mac, keyboard and art supplies in the study so that while I’m working I wont be bothering you or being up your as 24/7. I also noticed a few empty shelves in the study and I could easily put some of my cl-” Hoseok grabbed your hand in his, rubbing his thumb absentmindedly along yours which in fact was his way of telling you to stop talking.
“I don’t mind sharing a room with you Y/n, my bed is your bed and my closet and drawers are yours as well, as for your music and art supplies I do think it will be fine to move it into the study.. but don’t think for a second its because you will be bothering me. I’ve seen you in your zone and I would only disturb that. Yoongi is the same with his music so I’m used to that,” Yoongi? Was that the mystery roommate you still haven’t met yet? “So, you go and unpack your clothes and set your makeup and shit in the cabinet of my bathroom and I’ll move your supplies to the study. I’ll call Joon to come and hook up the TV." With that Hobi disappeared out of the room and you began hanging up a few articles of clothes.
"Hey Y/n, I’m just here to hook up the TV." Namjoon’s dimples greeted you once again, his chocolate brown eyes almost asking you if it was okay that he was doing such a thing. You gave him permission with your smile and continued the task at hand.
"I’m surprised he doesn’t have a TV in here already." You stated with a soft chuckle as you made your way to the dresser to put away your unmentionables.
"We don’t normally watch TV honestly, we usually go out.” Go out? Like to bars and stuff? My sunshine boy goes out and parties? Since when?
“Go out?” Your words were coated in curiosity and shock, making Namjoon stand up straight and look at you with an unreadable expression until the right side of his mouth curved into a very (sexy) smirk.
“Come out with us tonight Y/n, it’ll be fun.” Before you could open your mouth to answer Hoseok came jogging into the room. “I just asked Y/n if she wanted to come out with us tonight.” You looked over at Hoseok trying to read his expression to search for any sign of what your answer should be, as if he could feel your confusion he met your eyes.
“Do you trust me?” He asked, his tone serious but hopeful at the same time.
“Of course. I trust you with my life.” And it was true, you did trust him with your life. Hoseok never lied to you, or let you down and never gave you a reason to not trust him, you would even give up your life in an instant for him and you know he would do the same in a heartbeat. When it came to Hoseok you had no doubt in your mind that he would make sure you were safe, you trusted him with anything and everything.
“Then I’d love it if you came out with us Y/n. I promise nothing bad will happen.” Why would something happen? Why is he being so weird? You gave him a stern nod and little did you know with that one nod, you had just sold your soul. Sold your soul to a brand new lifestyle.
You tucked your black shirt into your jeans nicely and looked at yourself in the mirror, you were dressed in head to toe black but it looked good on you, your collarbones were still noticeable but you didn’t mind. You grabbed your favorite ribbon like choker and secured it safely around your neck, and grabbing one of Hoseok’s cardigans to complete your attire. “You look beautiful.” You spun around to find Hoseok in nice fitting jeans, and white shirt and his favorite army green bomber jacket with black sleeves. His hair was slightly parted in the middle which is something you hadn’t quiet seen before, his thin black choker fell loosely around his neck and you couldn’t help but gawk over your best friend. “Oh shut up Hobi, look at you! You look so damn good. THATS MY BEST FRIEND, THATS MY BEST FRIEND!” You shouted jumping onto his back and kissing his cheek; he laughed at your childlike gesture and carried you on his back all the way down the stairs.
“Yoongi, Taehyung and Jimin are still getting ready.” Jungkook stated once yall reached the living room. Oh so the mysterious Yoongi is coming with us.
You took a seat on the nearest recliner and made conversation with Jin, Jungkook, and Namjoon a waiting the others; we spoke of hobbies and dreams only making you more fascinated with the model like boys. Namjoon aka Rap Monster really wants to pursue a rapping carrier and by the stuff he showed me it was only a matter of time, Jin wants to sing but feels his voice isn’t anything special which is a huge load of bullshit you might add, his voice was amazing. Jungkook wanted to sing and dance and he mentioned he really found an interest in being a tattoo artist, his drawing skills were great as was his singing. You then gave them a quick rundown on all that has happened in the last 24 hours and how you played piano, sing a bit and draw, you were about to open your mouth to sing something when Namjoon stood up clapping.
“Oh thank you guys for blessing us with your presence. But where is Grandpa Yoongs?” This kid only speaks in sarcasm and I love it! You chuckled softly standing up as well and turning towards the stairs along with everyone else. Jimin opened his mouth to answer Joon when a boy with mint colored came down the steps. “I’m here, I’m here calm the fuck down,”
You couldn’t hear any of the other boys as you looked Yoongi up and down admiring his choice of style and thanking the heavens for the creation they had made. His skin was slightly pale but noticeably smooth that even a porcelain doll would have been jealous, only hoping and praying that their skin would even come close to his perfect skin. His mint hair that fell right above his eyes complimented his pale skin and slight rosy cheeks, not to mention his eyelashes were something you only wished you could achieve. You looked at him as though you had never seen beauty before then. His top lip jutted outwards to make an odd pout like face but oh dear how perfect his lips were, they were well past thin but nowhere near as plump as Jimin’s lips; Yoongi’s lips seemed to be a euphoric kind of temptation while Jimin’s were the sinful kind. His entire face had to have been created by the strongest of gods, you scanned his face for any flaws this god could have possibly given him but to no surprise there was none to point out. Your eyes trailed down to his cream colored Rolling Stones shirt and black leather bomber jacket, his dark denim jeans rolled up at the ankles, his sense of style causing an even bigger lump in your throat.
"I hope we are getting burgers and fries first because I’m starving.“ his next words snapping you out of whatever trance you were under. What the fuck was that y/n!? Take a deep breathe and have fun tonight. You nodded in agreement and headed for the door following behind Hoseok.
Jin, Namjoon, Jungkook, and Jimin piled into Jin’s black truck causing Yoongi and Taehyung to jump into the bed. Taehyung reached his hand out to you to help you in and you took it, raising your leg up and over the tailgate and taking your seat diagonal from Yoongi. Hoseok hopped in after you giving you a reassuring smile that everything was going to be okay, because never in your twenty four years of life had you ever ridden in the bed of a truck.
"So Y/n, I know you said you played piano and sang but have you ever written anything?” Taehyung asked causing a slight ting of pink shoot through your cheeks, lucky enough it was dark out and the only light that lit your face was the passing street lights.
“V, she has written so many songs and she hates them throws them away and I have to fish them out of the trash and beg her to put it in a folder or something. So she has at least a dozen crumbled up songs shoved in her art portfolio." V? Was that Taehyung’s nickname or something? You gave Hoseok a death glare as you hit him in the shoulder with great force.
"Fuck you Jung Hoseok.” earning a chuckle from all three of them, including Yoongi. You met his eyes as the street light lit his face up for enough time to see the cutest gummy smile you had ever seen. “I’m Y/n.” You smiled in a desperate attempt to start a conversation which did not go unnoticed by Hoseok who smiled softly. Hoseok was never one to tease you about crushes or anything of that nature, he simply was there for when you were ready to either admit it or wanted help. "I know. I’m Yoongi.“ He responded before the truck had come to a stop and Yoongi hopped out over the side panel of the bed. Focus on having fun Y/n, stop worrying about things. Sit back and have fun, you deserve this. Get Minho out of your head, Jisoo, and the evection. Just have. Fun. And that’s exactly what you did.
You were about to walk into the small burger joint when Hoseok pulled you to the side and waited for the others to go in first. "Y/n… there is going to be things that happen tonight that you are just going to have to trust me with, but before you freak out just trust me. By the end of the night you are going to feel like you are on top of the world and you wont even remember that asshole Minho. So can you trust me?” He had his hand gripped around your wrist in a manner that didn’t scare you, nothing about Hoseok scared you. You loved him with all your heart and trusting him was something that just came naturally; the only thing that was somewhat alarming was that your curiosity was getting the best of you.
“I trust you Hoseok.”
And with that he pulled out a silver flask and handed it over to me nonchalantly. “Take a swig of this to calm your nerves, I know you don’t usually drink but trust me when I say you are going to need this to loosen up and be ready for where the night takes us.” You scanned his eyes for any sign of a joke but when you found nothing but pure sincerity you took the flask and thought to yourself bottoms up. The liquor burned down your throat causing you to stick your tongue out in disgust and give the flask back to Hoseok who then took a swig himself. “I know its gross but trust me you’ll get used to it.”
Since when the fuck did he drink? What the fuck is going on with this kid? What am I letting you drag me into Hobi?
The rest of the boys had already picked a table in the corner of the joint awaiting us to join them. “We already ordered, Y/n I hope you’re okay with a double bacon cheese burger?” Jin asked raising an eyebrow waiting for the okay. “Hell yeah it is.” Ten minutes paced and out came eight burgers and eight sets of fries were slid down the table, each meal being accompanied by large drinks all in which ended up being mixed with a bit of vodka thanks to Hoseok and his silver healer. The drink was foul in a very tolerating way, it wasn’t enough to shoot one’s vision but it was enough to make you feel good after a while.
“What the fuck do you mean Kumamon s better then Ryan!?” Namjoon screamed throwing a handful of fries at Yoongi who was laughing so hard his argument on why Kumamon is better was barley understandable. The laughter of all eight of you filled the air and only increased in volume when Taehyung jumped onto the table and started dancing, he held out his hand begging me to join him on his journey of strange when a voice behind you made you turn around before you were able to accept his invitation.
“Y/n?” You were face to face with Minho and Jisoo holding a To-Go bag, your face fell and the laughter behind you subsided.
“Minho, well you sure look sorry from last nights events.” You spat as you quickly remembered how good you and the men you were with looked.
“Oh honey write one of your stupid songs and get over it,” His words were sharp like knives, impaling you deep and when he snaked his arm around Jisoo’s waist it only twisted the knife. His eyes left yours for a moment as he scanned the boys behind you then met yours once again. “Seven guys? Damn.” His tone of voice implying something that PornHub would love to see.
“Get the hell out of here Minho, and take the side bitch with you.” Hoseok demanded making even you jump at the projection of his voice. Minho curved his lips into an amused smirk and turned to leave, but not before he could get the last word. “See you around Y/n.”
You turned around to face the others who all had an unreadable expression painted on their face, Taehyung who was still standing on the table jumped down and gave you a boxy smile. “Y/n-ah, you can do so much better then him.” Your smile was weak but in an instant the fun was back on, you took a big gulp from your coke and vodka mixed drink and joined in the fry throwing. Jin was taking pictures with his light pink mini polaroid as you took videos of everyone’s funny faces and loud laughs.
Jin ordered more fries while we refilled our drinks and headed on out leaving a mess behind us, and on any other day you wouldn’t have left such a horrid mess in your trail but at this point in time you didn’t give a single fuck.
You rested your head on Hoseok’s shoulder as you watched the street lamps pass until they soon looked like bright blurs of nothing, you fed some fries to Hoseok not taking your eyes off the lamps above while shoveling a few into your mouth as well. The dark sky was soon replaced by a tiled tunnel and bright lights every few feet, the tunnel was to dirty to be called cream colored but to clean to be brown.
The truck came to an abrupt stop blocking any future cars to come this way, you gave Hoseok and worried look and he quickly squeezed your knee firmly. “Okay Y/n, there is going to be a ton of cars blocked off soon and when I grab your hand I want you to scream as loud as you can. Don’t think, just do. Take all that anger and sorrow you have inside and use it for what we are about to do.” You nodded hesitantly and watched as a few cars came to a halt and honked their horn that had never sounded so loud before. Four cars, turned to seven and eventually that turned to twelve, you hopped out of the bed once again and stood in front of the driver side door, the others (excluding Jin who was still in the drivers seat) lined up next to you.
Your heart boomed so loudly inside your chest you looked around to see if maybe someone heard it. Hoseok reached for your hand and squeezed it tight. “NOW Y/N.” Your mind flooded with images of Minho and the young women who took him away, memories of you and him etched into your memory like a regretful tattoo flew past your eye lids and soon all the memories and images came out into a loud scream that was camouflaged with six others. It felt so good and before you knew it Hoseok let go of your hand and ran straight into the ocean of honking cars, he chugged a bunch of his soda and spit it right at a cars closed window. Hoseok? What the hell..
Jimin climbed onto the hood of a car and poured the remaining contents on his drink all over it, V pulled out a can of spray paint and painted a huge red ‘X’ onto the windshield and before you could fathom the events that were occurring a hand grabbed your wrist and pulled your forward. “The trick is pretend the cars are someone who fucked you over, then just roll with it.” A slightly deeper voice whispered in your ear causing your heart to flutter slightly once you were fully aware of who it was. You looked at Yoongi and watched as he let go of your wrist, gave you a wink and threw a few fries at the windshields of a few honking cars.
You swallowed your fear and copied Hoseok’s action from earlier, you ran into Taehyung and snatched his spray paint away and claiming it as your own inspiring him to smile at your sudden wave of confidence. You let out another scream and marked a car with a long line of red paint, getting completely carried away. Yoongi came to you once more and snaked an arm around your waist.
“Time to run.” He threw his half empty soda at a car’s front lights and together you ran, you ran as fast as you possibly could, as fast as Yoongi was making you go. Jin turned the car and began driving his way out of the tunnel as the rest of you ran beside him giving him enough time to prepare to flee. Rap Monster jumped into the passenger seat as the rest of you hopped into the bed of the truck and screamed once more. You threw the last of your fries and smiled as the wind blew your hair everywhere. Never in your life had you felt so alive.
Hoseok grabbed your waist and kissed your head. “Welcome to the dark side Y/n, we’ve been expecting you.” Jungkook smiled brightly at you and patted your back softly. “I’m glad you joined us, you looked badass out there.”
Jimin hugged you tight ignoring the fact that Hoseok’s arm was still wrapped around you and whispered sweetly in your ear. “You won’t ever have to worry about someone hurting you while you have us.” Your heart swelled from all the love and compliments from the boys sitting in the bed of the truck with you. “Y/N STOLE MY SPARAY PAINT AND EVEN LOOKED BETTER THEN ME WHILE USING IT!” Taehyung shouted with a sight pout plastered onto his lips. Yoongi rolled his eyes at Taehyung’s remark and threw the wadded up To-Go fries bag at him. “V, anyone looks better then you,” he mocked before turning his attention to you.
“After you got over being little wimp you did pretty good.” Yoongi chuckled with a sly smile.
He was a bit on the grumpy side, giving all too many poker faces and snide remarks to the other members, but you were glad you caught him on a day that made him smile.
“So what do we do next?” You asked looking around at the faces around you. They all gave each other knowing smiles as you drowned in your own curiosity fully aware they weren’t going to tell you what was next.
“Having more fun.” Hoseok finally said, sending a playful wink your way.
could you give me an angsty drarry please. rip my heart out but with a happy ending? thanks love you
*clears throat* one ripped out heart with a happy ending, coming up. (love you too, mystery prompt person!! <3)
There was something wrong with Potter.
Draco didn’t know what it was, but he could see it inside of him, festering. Permeating from his skin like a curse.
But no one else seemed to notice it. As Draco looked around the castle grounds, all he could see were students enjoying the sunshine after their final exams.
Students, and Potter, sitting by the lake with an almost visible black fog seeping from his pores.
Draco was alone, just as he had spent most of eighth year. From the beginning, the mere thought of talking to someone who could not comprehend the atrocities of the war was less than palatable. And anyone who could comprehend it hadn’t bothered to return to Hogwarts.
Potter, on the other hand, was never alone. But Draco couldn’t shake the feeling that perhaps he wanted to be.
Draco had long since forgotten their petty rivalry; war had a way of forcing perspective, whether you wanted it or not.
Besides, he felt an inescapable solidarity with Potter. Although they hadn’t spoken beyond brief greetings – pleasantly free from animosity – Draco felt certain that Potter was the only one who might have a hope of understanding what Draco had experienced during the war. And even though Potter had his friends with him, Draco was wondering more and more lately if Potter wouldn’t feel the same about him.
Of course, there was also the fact that once Draco no longer had their mutual hatred to distract him, there was nothing left to keep him from the knowledge that he was desperately, irrefutably in love with the man.
He planned on telling him one day, just not yet.
So, when Potter’s friends gave up trying to engage him in their conversation, and for once left him alone, Draco stood up and walked over.
He ignored the way Potter’s shoulders had relaxed into the silence - the way he seemed for once to be at peace - and sat down. Deep down, Draco acknowledged that he’d always been selfish like that.
Potter looked up in confusion, but to Draco’s surprise, the tenseness did not return to his posture.
“Malfoy,” he said.
“Potter,” Draco replied, settling himself comfortably onto the grass.
They sat that way for a while, each lost in their own thoughts.
“What’s wrong?” Draco asked finally.
Potter shrugged, loquacious as ever.
Draco raised one eyebrow. “Any idiot can see it,” he drawled. “And, for whatever reason, you don’t want to tell your friends. Maybe telling your enemy will help.”
Potter looked up to see Draco smirking. He laughed quietly. “Well,” he said, pausing. “That’s flawless logic if ever I heard it.”
“I am flawless,” Draco replied. “So, what’s wrong?”
“He’s still inside me.”
Draco froze. The words were ambiguous, but their meaning was clear. Suddenly, the gentle sunshine felt cold and grey, like they were sitting inside a photograph.
“How?” he whispered.
Potter sighed. “I survived death – so did the Horcrux. To destroy a living Horcrux, you need to kill the host.” His eyes met Draco’s, and he gave a wry smile. “There’s no room for loopholes with that kind of magic. The Killing Curse damaged the piece of his soul in me, but it didn’t destroy it, because it didn’t destroy me. It’s only faint, but it’s still there. I can feel it.”
Draco didn’t know what to say. He felt like there was a hole where his stomach should be, and he was slowly sinking into it.
“What will you do? Has Granger found a way to destroy it?”
Potter shook his head. “They don’t know. I won’t tell them.”
Draco’s ears were ringing. “But-” his voice was shaking. He tried again. “But you have to move quickly. Who knows when He’ll grow strong enough to do something? He could possess you, Potter.”
“I know,” Potter said, the smile still on his face. He held Draco’s gaze, but said nothing further.
There was something that Draco was missing.
“So, you already know what to do, then?” he asked, frowning.
Potter nodded, finally turning away.
“What is it, you melodramatic git?” Draco snapped.
Potter looked at him, just looked at him.
Draco felt a strange numbness settle through his body. In the distance, he could hear people laughing and chatting, but it was like it was in slow motion.
“When?” Draco managed to ask, his voice a throaty whisper.
“I thought I’d wait until everyone had finished exams,” Potter mused.
Exams were over.
Draco tried to speak, but his lips felt like lead. “There has to be another way,” he finally managed.
Potter shrugged again. “I’ve spent all year looking,” he said simply. “Time’s running out.” He smiled, his eyes staring into the distance. “It was too good to be true, really. I should have known I couldn’t cheat death.”
“Let me look,” Draco found himself begging.
Potter looked at him in mild surprise, but shook his head. “Thanks, Malfoy, but really, there’s nothing. I’ve looked everywhere, and asked everyone who might know the answer. There’s nothing, and it’s too dangerous for me to stay.”
To stay… like all he was doing was leaving for a little while.
Potter stood up suddenly. “Thanks, Malfoy. I know I can trust you not to tell them.” He frowned slightly, almost to himself. “For some reason, I feel like you’re the only one who might have a hope of understanding this.”
He gave a small laugh, before lifting his hand in farewell and turning away, leaving Draco breaking into pieces behind him.
At breakfast, Draco received a letter. It was the first letter he had been sent all year. His parents couldn’t write from Azkaban.
I know this is a terrible thing to ask, but I don’t think I can be alone. If you think you can handle it, I’ll be in the Forest at midnight.
If you can’t come, I’ll understand.
Draco’s hands were shaking so much he could hardly read the words. If he could handle it? Of course he couldn’t handle it. But he couldn’t leave Potter alone either.
At midnight, he waited by the Forest near Hagrid’s hut. He heard a noise behind him, and turned to see Potter emerging from the shadows.
“You came,” he said calmly.
Draco nodded. Feeling like he was part of a dream, he followed Potter deeper into the forest.
“How are you doing it?” he heard himself ask. He wasn’t certain, but he couldn’t imagine someone would be capable of casting the Killing Curse on themselves, and Draco sure as hell wasn’t going to do it for him.
Draco thought he misheard the answer. “Basilisk venom?!” he repeated in shock. “You have to be joking.”
Potter half turned to give him the most chilling smile Draco had ever seen. “Have to be certain the Horcrux is gone, and we know that Basilisk venom destroys them. Besides, it doesn’t hurt much. I’ve had it before.”
Draco was horrified to realise that he was crying. He hastily wiped the tears from his cheeks, hurrying to catch up.
“Are you sure about this?”
Potter stopped, and Draco cannoned into him. Potter turned and ran a hand through his hair. For the first time, he seemed to be regretting something.
“Look,” he said quietly. “I shouldn’t have asked you here. I’m sorry. It was just-” He sighed. “It was weak of me. But, I thought that maybe, because we’re not really friends-” Potter’s face twisted into an ironic sort of smile. “Well, I thought you would be able to handle it.”
Draco tried to speak, but found himself choking instead. He couldn’t breathe – it was too dark, and there wasn’t enough oxygen in here.
“And also,” Potter continued like he hadn’t even noticed Draco’s internal battle. “I didn’t want to go without telling you. Which is selfish, I know. But I think I’m allowed that, after all this.”
Potter suddenly stepped forward and cupped Draco’s face in his hands. Before Draco knew what was happening, Potter’s lips were pressed against his. And then, just as quickly, they were gone.
Draco gaped at him, but he had already stepped back into the shadows. There was vial in his hand that Draco hadn’t noticed before. With a finality that left Draco breathless, Potter lifted the vial to his lips and drank.
“No!” Draco burst out. Without thinking, he dived forward and knocked the vial from Potter’s hand.
It smashed into pieces on the rock. Potter stared at him, his eyes wide and glistening with fear and horror. He dropped to his knees, and Draco caught him, but it was too late.
“Potter, you idiot,” Draco sobbed, holding Potter – Harry – upright in his arms.
Harry smiled. “Still,” he said weakly. “This is a better way to go than last time.”
Something was niggling at the back of Draco’s mind, buried deep beneath fear and panic. He tried to focus on it, but it kept slipping away. He held Harry to him and wept.
If only Dumbledore’s phoenix were here – he could save Harry. Then they could figure out how to get rid of the Horcrux.
Draco froze, the niggling thought suddenly penetrating the fog of despair.
“Phoenix tears,” he gasped. “Harry, will Dumbledore’s phoenix come to you?”
Harry frowned, struggling to focus on Draco’s words. “He has before,” he muttered, confused. “But there’s no point-”
“Just call him, dammit,” Draco hissed.
Even through the pain and delirium, Harry smirked. “I can’t call a phoenix. They either come, or they don’t.”
The words were barely out of Harry’s mouth when a soft rush of air hit Draco’s face. He looked up to see Fawkes slowly landing beside them.
Draco carefully leaned Harry back against a tree and cupped his shaking hands beneath Fawkes beak. The tears dropped slowly in, one by one.
“You have to drink it,” he said forcefully, bringing his hands to Harry’s lips.
Harry tried to turn away, but Draco forced the liquid down his throat. Draco barely breathed as he waited for Harry’s eyes to open again.
After what felt like hours, Harry’s breathing began to steady. When his eyes opened, they looked clear and focused once more.
Draco let out a breath of relief and wrapped his arms around Harry again. He felt Harry pause, before tentatively bringing his own arms up to Draco’s waist, holding him close.
Draco drew back just far enough so that they could see each other.
“I’ll just have to do it again, you know,” Harry said, his voice flat. “And I don’t know if I can do it a second time.”
“Good, because you’re a git and you don’t have to,” Draco said fiercely. “Did it ever occur to you that you were looking for the wrong answer?”
Harry frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You kept trying to destroy the Horcrux, thinking it hadn’t worked the first time. But it was already destroyed. You know what you didn’t do? You didn’t heal, you complete and utter, bloody moron. That’s why you could still feel him.”
Harry continued to look confused.
Draco sighed in exasperation, the relief making him feel giddy. He softened his voice. “Did you really think you could just snap back awake, sans Horcrux, and be yourself again? The scars were still there.”
For the first time since the war, Draco saw hope enter Harry’s eyes.
“Tell me,” Draco continued. “How do you feel now?”
“Good,” Harry said hesitantly. “I feel good. I- I can’t feel him anymore.”
“Of course you can’t,” Draco said, his face breaking into a grin. “Because I am a genius, and you should have asked me sooner.”
Harry stared at him, his mouth open, and then, suddenly, he began to laugh. He drew Draco closer and buried his face in Draco’s neck.
“You’re right,” he said, his voice muffled.
Draco finally felt Harry relax against him, and they stayed there together until the first rays of dawn came through the leaves.
I just saw this photo on Instagram and I thought to myself “ Photo from last night? Hum nop…At this point he must be looking older idk this looks like a photo from 2011 or idk nah this is not recent he looks way too young” then I looked to the description and the girl next to him said “Was amazing to meet Billie Joe again LAST NIGHT” YOU HEAR ME? LAST NIGHT! and now Im screaming cuz of his flawless
Ok now stop reading this and take a look at his face come on
Done? Now tell me HOW CAN HE BE SO FUCKING PRETTY? THIS IS AN ATTEMPET TO SOCIETY CAUSE IT BRINGS EVERYONE’S SELF ESTEEM DOWN.
And I think Billie Joe should be arrested for excess of hotness
Also yes I spell Queenie different (Qunnie) get over it.
Song: This Love
You, Jacob, and Newt were sitting at the table with Qunnie and Tina, eating dinner.
“So Y/N we know why Newt and Jacob are here, what about you?” You hear Qunnie ask. You glance up to see she was trying to read your mind, so broke eye contact, hoping she would get the hint to stop.
“Newt is a good friend of mine and I didn’t want him going to New York alone. I use to live hear as a kid so I thought it would also be nice if he had someone who knew the area,” You say. You glance over at Newt, who was staring at Tina and having a small chat with her.
“If you excuse me I’m going to lay down, I’m not very hungry,” you say, getting up from the table. You walk into the small room Tina and Qunnie offered to you, Newt, and Jacob for tonight. You sat in the corner, with the door closed, twiddling with your wand.
“Why can’t I be pretty like her?” You mumble to yourself. “She has flawless face, a flawless face, works for the Ministry. Of course Newt would like her. I’m just the invisible third wheel friend.” Tears were now streaming down your face. You then hear a knock on the door. Panicking, you grab Newt’s suitcase and open it. You quickly climb inside then close it. Luckily you were the only one who knew Newt;s suitcase could do that, besides Newt obviously.
You start walking around, finding the bowtruckles. They were the only creatures who liked you.
“Hey guys,” You whisper softly to them. One them walked over and started to crawl on your hand. “Well at least you like me and not some other perfect, barbie looking, flawless girl.” A tear fell from your eye again followed by more. You sat down, burrowing your face into your knees. You glance up to see the bowtruckle standing on your knee, causing you to smile.
“You just always want attention huh?” You say softly.
“That would probably be my fault, they think I favor Pickett,” You hear a voice say. You stand up to see Newt standing in front of you.
“Pickett’s a lucky guy then,” You say. You carefully placed the bowtruckle back with his friends.
“Y/N,” Newt mumbles. You glance up at him, making eye contact. “Why did you leave the table? And why did you come here?”
“I love it here, it reminds me of-” You stop yourself. “I told you I wasn’t hungry.”
“Y/N,” Newt whispers. He tucks your hair behind your hair then placed his hand on your cheek. “I know you are upset talk to me.”
“I see the way you look at her!” You begin. “With her flawless hair, flawless face, barbie like body.”
“What’s a barbie?” You hear Newt asks.
“Never mind that,” You say. “Just tell me already. You like her, how could you not?” Tears were now streaming down your face, again.
“Is that what you think?” Newt asks you. You nod your head yes. He then takes his hand and wipes off the tears off of your face. “Y/N I love you okay? I have since day one! Why else do you think I invited you to come with me?”
“I’m not her though,” You mumble. “I’m not pretty like her.”
“You are right, you aren’t her,” Newt begins. “She’s pretty but you are beautiful Y/n and I love you.”
“I love you too Newt,” You whisper. He leans in and kisses your cheek. Newt then leans in to kiss your lips but ends up stopping thanks to Pickett. You couldn’t help but to laugh.
“Looks like someone is jealous,” You say. You and Newt both laugh which then ends when he kisses you again.
Look at that flawless puppy face. I love you man. Okay wait. Right, so let’s talk about Neal Cassidy okay? But not really talk, since I mean, this is my opinion. So let’s amend my statement. Let me tell you about Neal Cassidy
Jun: He always woke before you. He had breakfast already made and was waking you up as soon as it was done. “Y/N!” He say obnoxiously in your face. You cover your mouth. “I haven’t brushed my teeth!” You whine. “It’s okay, you’re still sexy.” He winks. You glare. He get up and just strolls out the room, warning you to come eat soon before it gets cold. You feel your hair and almost have a heart attack when you think your scarf came off. Realizing it was still on you sigh and untie it. “Hair flawless and a flawless boyfriend to match.” You cheer happily hurrying to go eat.
Hoshi: He was still asleep at twelve o’clock. Since he was always so busy, you decided to let him have his beauty sleep. It wasn’t until about half past noon when he sluggishly walked into the livingroom. His eyes were a little puffy from just waking up but you could tell he slept good. “Y/N!” He says coming over to kiss your face. “My Y/N! I slept so long.” He says snuggling up to you on the couch. “Do you want breakfast?” You ask. “Yes please!” He says closing his eyes and laying his head on your lap. He said it was the perfect pillow because it was squishy. “I have to be able to get to the kitchen to cook.” You laugh.
The8: He had woken up around the same time as you. “I’m still sleepy.” He says yawning. “Go to sleep then.” You get up and he pouts. “Y/n, please stay a little longer.” He begged. You think for a second before going to sit on the bed. For a few minutes, he just starts talking about his night and how he wants to stay home a bit longer. It isn’t long until this boy finds himself drifting back into sleep. “Sleep a bit longer babe.” You kiss his cheek and get up to make a meal for you both.
Dino: He actually woke up first. Attempted to make breakfast but ended up buying it instead. “Y/N!” He cheers with coffee in his hand. You wake up startled and look up at him. He had a big grin on his face and he laughed. “Sorry y/n, I just got us breakfast. You can sleep longer if you want to.” He says. You shake your head and sit up. You ruffled your hair and yawned. The sun hit your skin looking like cream on coffee. He walked over to you and sat down. “We can have breakfast in bed?”
I find it funny how Olivia fans are all pissed that so many are loving Mellie and calling Olivia the pathetic tramp she is. Tramp that screws a married manchild of a man. Keep hating on flawless Mellie!
And I find it funny that you’re so butt-hurt and pressed that the majority of fans hate Mellie that you felt the need to send me an anon hate message. The only reason you’re even writing to me is A, because you’re a coward, and B, because it’s killing you that this flawless woman that you stan for is so lazy and stupid, instead of forging her own path to the White House, she let herself get sold to the so-called man-child that Olivia is screwing. And guess what, she stays losing because the only reason she’s still married is because Olivia keeps throwing Fitz back. She doubly stays losing because she knows that without Olivia by his side, he’ll lose the election, and before the final numbers were even tallied, Mellie knows that Fitz would have rolled his suitcase over to Olivia’s apartment. Man I know it burns you that even the so-called man-child doesn’t want your favorite.
If I had to choose somebody to emulate, it wouldn’t be the woman who was so desperate to keep this “man-child”, that she risked the life of her baby and induced him early just so that her husband wouldn’t leave her. I guess you think that kind of behavior makes her flawless? Go you.
If I had to choose somebody to emulate, it wouldn’t be a woman who decided to use the fact that her father-in-law raped her as a bargaining chip. I guess you think that kind of behavior makes her flawless? Go you.
If I had to choose somebody to emulate, it wouldn’t be a woman stupid enough to go on national TV, tell the world that her husband was cheating on her, then be dumb enough to take him back. I guess you think that kind of behavior makes her flawless? Go you.
If I had to choose somebody to emulate, it wouldn’t be a woman stupid enough to beg her husband’s mistress to come sleep with him to make sure that she stays on as First Lady. I guess you think that kind of behavior makes her flawless? Go you.
If I had to choose somebody to emulate, it wouldn’t be a woman so cold that she delighted over the death of a woman’s husband. Being happy that somebody is dead is obviously flawless behavior to you, which says more about you than anything else.
If I had to choose somebody to emulate, it wouldn’t be a woman so desperate that no matter how much her husband humiliates her, and tells her that he loves another woman, she clings to his leg like a dog, even knowing that he’s sleeping with his mistress every chance he gets. I guess you think that kind of behavior makes her flawless? Go you.
I’m so pleased that Mellie has a new man who she’s going to be screwing ten ways to Sunday, I guess that makes her no different to Olivia? Regardless of who cheated first - and you could argue that she cheated on Fitz first by having an emotional affair with Andrew - she can’t say that she never opened her legs during her marriage after she sleeps with Andrew can she? She’ll be an adulterer, period, and I’m here for it. She can be a whore and a tramp too, yay!
Now do yourself a favor and go away and fuck yourself. Or your father. Or that poster of Mellie Grant/Bellamy Young that you have hanging up in your bedroom. The choice is yours.
it starts with alec looking hot??? bless this show
okay but clary’s clothes are amazing
OMFG SIMON IS FLAWLESS
I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS
“Simon, how can someone as smart and perceptive as you not realize that the person sitting right there is in love with you?”
“I guarantee you I’m not the only smart, perceptive person to make that mistake.”
THEY STARTED STRONG HOLY SHIT
clary and simon’s characterization are flawless
luke is too hot for me to deal with
and woah he’s policeman instead of bookseller
i love the fact they changed the fact jocelyn was gonna tell clary
HE PIGGYBACKED HER
the foreshadowing is ridiculous - 'heading to an epic journey’ and ‘mundane’ omfg
AND THEY JUST KEEP THROWING FORESHADOWING AT US
HE IS SINGING FOREVER YOUNG
i looooooooove clace first meeting
DUDE JACE IS SEXY
the WAY he spoke to the demon???
NOW i understand why they picked this actor
KILL ME NOW
this jocelyn is more hardass
than in the books????
she just set stuff on fire???
jocelyn show >>>>>>>> jocelyn books and i loved jocelyn in the books
THAT’S THE FUCKING VALENTINE
NOT HENRY VIII - wtf they were thinking when they did that movie tho?
the only good part was jamily
lol valentine killing ppl when disrespect jocelyn? #same
“I GOT YOU”
newsflash: this jace owns my ass as much as book!jace
i’m jace wayland
jace u know this is a lie
you’re jace herondale lightwood morgenstern wayland -
the best fandom joke is jace and his 40 different surnames
“I’M THE BEST CHANCE YOU’VE GOT”
IM SO UPSET
DON’T TALK TO ME
im dying here!!!
this pilot is like 16515468 times better than the movie already
even though it’s clear they need too much to improve
took a look at simon and said he was denying all he is to him
i need to lay down
It may seem shallow but I really really like the scene in the beginning when Sam sleeping with his feet hanging off of his bed and then HE WOKE UP LOOKING FLAWLESS LIKE HOW??!! In my best day I could barely look as good as he did lol. That fluffy shiny silky hair I wanna see it more!!! Then his terrified puppy eyes/face I'm jkjglkwjerkd. Pls tell me I'm not the only one??
Not just you, E V E R Y BO DY DID!
HE WOKE UP LOOKING FLAWLESS LIKE HOW??!!
Then his terrified puppy eyes/face I’m jkjglkwjerkd.
01. “hello, my old heart” – the oh hello’s hello, my old heart, it’s been so long since i’ve given you away 02. “tourist” – yuna i’m just another tourist making stops, but it’s clear i’ll never leave without you 03. "lucky you" – the national you own me; lucky you. you’re too smart; lucky you. 04. “wanted” – julia sheer & alex goot anyone can tell me i’m pretty, i get that all the time 05. “gracious” – ben howard when the wind it settles, i’ll be here you know 06. “run” – daughter but he is restless at night; he has horrible dreams 07. “fiction” – the xx i know your face all too well, still i wake up alone 08. “patient love” – passenger three words on the tip of my tongue, not to be spoken nor sung 09. “the wolves” – ben howard we’ve been fighting lately, we’ve been fighting with the wolves 10. “wild” – royal teeth i believe that i can make you scream for me 11. “flawless” – the neighborhood you are flawless, and i just can’t wait for love to destroy us 12. “the wolves” – ellie goulding with the wild wolves around you, in the morning i’ll call you