hermione's mouth was slightly open by the time harry had finished

Love can be a miracle, darling

Pairings: Harry x reader in the beginning, Draco x reader in the end

Word count: 2281

Requested: Hey, can you write a Harry Potter x Reader where they have been dating for a while but the reader caught Harry cheating on her with Cho and they have a huge fight. After that, she keeps crying and Draco tries to cheer her up and they kiss. Pleaseeeee <3 by @partyiinthedungeons

A/N: I hope you like it and sorry for posting it so late. I did my best to finish it today because of my full schedule. Sorry for the mistakes because i am sure there are and let me now what you think ♥ 

Originally posted by crystelgreene

Being Harry Potter’s girlfriend had it advantages and disadvantages. The good part was the loyal friends you got by your side and the bad…well the bad are the slytherins always trying to offend you somehow. Well, they were mostly hostage toward Harry not me but the fact I was ready to kill everybody who had said something bad about him was enough for a way the others to mockery him.

But besides the bad attitude we got in fifth year, I was more than happy to be with him. Half of the school thought he was a liar, a boy wanting an attention and I were just a chick using him to become famous and so on. However, Harry never paid so much attention to those words but I did. I tried not to but it was hurting to hear such lies. Harry was so nice to stay hours after curfew to calm me down, to say he loved me and that’s all that mattered. He even said that if I wanted we would break up so he could see my smile again. I, of course, punched him slightly always exclaiming that he was much more important than some stupid students.  

We were going to Hogsmeade on dates, drinking butterbeers, shopping at Zonko’s, we basically tried everything there for such a short period. I did my best to stay focused when helping him with his homework but usually ended making out on the sofa in the common room. That led to an angry Hermione who didn’t skip an opportunity to remind us we were falling behind with it. But let’s come to the present where the interesting part is.

Today was just an ordinary Saturday. We had finally finished another rough week. Early in the morning I woke up and after dressing up, I headed towards the library. There was an hour till breakfast so I decided to spend it while searching information for Snape’s essay.

“Hey (Y/N)! Why are you awake so early?”, Hermione’s voice ranged through the empty library.

“I just want to get something done. I don’t want to fall and spending time with Harry isn’t helping me.”, smiling I sat down next to her.

“You managed to find the truth! Only for that I will lend you my notes, but don’t tell the boys.”, we both laughed and after promising I would not each one of us continued her work.

“If we don’t hurry we will miss the breakfast. Come on.”, I packed my things and with my friend we exited the room going straight to the Great Hall.

There weren’t a lot of people but our boys were already on the Gryffindor table. Harry was reading something while Ron was eating…a lot, as usual. A smirked appeared on my face as I went to my boyfriend as quiet as I could. He was facing me with his back so I used this opportunity to cover his eyes, well specifically his glasses. The boy jumped due to being surprised. His hands left the newspaper and touched mine trying to identify the person messing with him.

“(Y/n)!”, my boyfriend exclaimed seconds later and turned around to face me. There was a smile on his face which caused me to smile, too. I sat down next to him placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Don’t tell me you are still reading those lies.”, I took the newspaper from his hands but Hermione did the same to me, making the research instead of us.

“Well, you were late, so we had to take it.”

“You two are disgusting.”, Ron noted as he continued to eat.

“You will be too when you find a girl, oh my pardon, if you find a girl.”, Hermione retorted as she closed the paper and put it in her back.

We all laughed while Ron gave Granger a dead look.

“What are we doing tonight?”, although it seemed as an ordinary question, it wasn’t. Since some weeks, we were training spells in out secret group, or so called D.A.

“We have a studying session at 8 pm. as always (Y/n), how can you forget about it?”

“Oh, sorry Harry but when I see you I forget everything.”, we usually played this game of being so in love only to make no suspicions but we did enjoyed it, it always amused us.

After we finished our lunch we went to the lake. The weather was fantastic and neither one of us wanted to spend the whole day locked in the castle. We sat down next to a tree trying to stay in its shadow and began doing our homework. I can’t say we desired to do it but there was a trip to Hogsmeade tomorrow and I didn’t want to miss it because of stupid two meters long essays. Harry and Ron were complaining instead of working, Hermione used her energy to quarrel with Ron while I and Harry laughed at their ‘family problems’. The time was passing by and soon dinner came. After we were done, we agreed to go to the Required room separated so Umbridge won’t be able to catch us.

“What are you going to teach me today, Mr. Potter?”, I teased my boyfriend as we were heading towards our wanted direction.

“Someone is eager for knowledge? You should spend less time with Hermione.”

“Oh, shut up!”, I punched him slightly and laughed, “You are just jealous that I’m coping with school, while you might be failing.”

“That huts. That’s it! You made me cry, what kind of a girlfriend are you?”

“Come here and let me kiss you, you’ll feel better.”, leaning closer we shared a kiss that would had definitely turned out in a heated one if it wasn’t somebody’s cough to make us separate.

“Hey there lovebirds! You can continue that later, we have a work now.”, Fred Weasley smirked and entered the Required room. We followed his actions.

This time Harry showed us some others spells. I was with Neville who surprisingly was doing much better than me. I was doing well to be honest, practicing with Ginny, Ron, Harry, but maybe like 30 minutes later I didn’t fail to notice something. Cho Chang, a ravenclaw girl Harry used to like in his fourth year, was now watching my boyfriend carefully, trying to get his attention. That made me mad and that’s why I got hit my Neville’s spell that paralyzed me for a moment.

“I hit her, I did it!”, Neville screamed at top of his lungs happily, “Sorry (Y/n).” He then came closer and helped me stand.

“No problems. I am happy you did it, Neville.”, he was so happy that I couldn’t tell him I wasn’t paying enough attention to block the spell.

No matter what I did afterwards was, to put it mildly, horrible. I tried to practice but my eyes were glancing and Cho and Harry. I knew he was helping her but I didn’t like she was doing poor just for his attention. Harry was observing everybody and when he saw my actions he came closer and gave Neville time for a rest.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”, I could read the care in his eyes and it made me feel a little better. Besides everything Harry was with me, not with her.

“I’m fine now.”

“If you wanted to train with me you could have just asked.”

Till the end of the lesson I was actually getting more and more capable of using the new spells. Deep inside me I felt pleasure to show Cho I was better that her. When the ‘class’ was over we were heading out by three. I wanted to stay and help Harry to clean but he refused, telling I’d better go and rest. I listened to him and left the room with Hermione and a tall Hufflepuff boy. We were already on the stairs when I realized I had forgotten my barrette.

“Wait for me, I’ll be back in a minute.”, after notifying Hermione I ran upstairs.

The door was slightly open. Cursing the stupid people who left it that way I entered the room but stopped where I was. My eyes widen when I saw Harry and Cho kissing in front of me. She had put one of her hands on his face, while Harry had placed his hands on her both sides. My eyes were filled with tears by now.

“How could you?”, was the only thing my mouth let out. I felt a strange feeling in my throat, not letting me to breathe or talk anymore. Harry and Cho jumped away from each other, both looking at me as a deer looking at the headlights coming towards her.

“(Y/n), I-”


I exited the room and ran in some direction not caring where I was going. Suddenly I felt somebody grabbing my hand and spinning me around. It was Harry with his messy hair and sad face.

“Stop.”, he said softly.

“Let me go, please. Let me go!”, I managed to find my voice again and screamed at him.

“It’s not what it seems.”

“Oh, really? Because it seems you still love Cho and was messing with me the whole time!”, he didn’t know what to say, he did try but nothing came out, “Have you ever loved me, Harry? Have you?”

“Of course I have, I still do.”

“Do not lie to me! Do not!”, licking his lips, the boy was about to talk but I interrupted him, “I cannot believe you used me like this.”

“I-I didn’t, I-”

“Are you sure because stuttering like this now shows me I am right.”, I bit my lips trying to prevent the others tears to roll down my face, “Look at me, look at my eyes and say you did not use me to forget Cho or to fucking make her jealous! Look at me for god’s sake and say it!”

But the boy was still looking at his feet ashamed.

“I loved you, Harry. Everything I have ever said was true. I showed you my feelings, I gave you my heart…and for what? To be your little toy!? To be the girl you would go to if Cho didn’t like you back?! To be the second option?! Fuck you Harry!”, I screamed at his face, spun around on my heels and attempted to get away from him.

“No, (Y/n), wait!”

“Don’t you dare touch me again or call me, Potter. Don’t you dare!”, this time my voice was low, almost calmly but I felt how he trembled from it. I didn’t mean to threaten him but his presence was no longer wanted around me.  

After minutes of walking I ended in the Astronomy tower. I sat down and let myself cry out all the pain inside me. How could he do this to me? I believed him when everybody thought he was a liar, I was beside him every time he was bullied…and what did I get? A knife in the back! As I was sobbing a voice spoke beside me.

“I see there are troubles in heaven, huh?”

“What do you want Draco? I am not in the mood for your stupid jokes”, but as soon as I turned to face him, his expression changed. With some steps he came next to me and kneeled down.

“Hey, hey. I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was that serious.”, he spoke with a soft and caring voice, something I’d never thought I would hear from him.

“Don’t act as you care.”

“I do care if you haven’t noticed, darling.”

Looking at him, especially at his eyes, some moments ran through my mind. He had always been good to me, never saying bad about me, helping me in Potions, not gloating when I fail… For the first time I felt I could tell him what happened, what I was feeling and he would care about it. All those small details were showing something deeper and complicated to be explained.

“I-Ha-Harry cheated on m-me.”, saying those words out made me sob again. Draco wrapped his hand around me, getting me closer for a hug.

“Hey, look at me.”, with his forefinger he lifted my chin up so now I was facing him, “He doesn’t deserve your tears.” He remover some of them, “He doesn’t deserve your love. You have to stand up, smile and show him what he has missed. Show him you are happier without him. You are the one who deserves better – somebody who would do anything for you, and by anything I really mean anything. You are so kind, funny, just amazing. I cannot explain it but each time I see you, my mood changes. I become more gleeful just because of hearing your voice, laugh or seeing the spark of joy in your eyes. You deserve somebody that can make you feel the same way you make me feel… ”

Without thinking I leaned closer and connected our lips. The kiss was salty due to my tears but was enough to make me feel butterflies in my stomach. I didn’t feel it only with my body; I felt it with my soul. It warmed me up, made me feel loved. That kiss wasn’t like the kisses I’d shared with Harry. It was kind of passionate but showing things that could hardly be explained even from the hand of a skillful poet. It was something not to read about but to feel it.

“I’ve never thought you could be showing such emotions.”

“Love makes miracles with everybody, darling.”, he smiled and leaned for another kiss.  

I Must Not Tell Lies

Request from anonymous: Prompts “You hide it in jokes and sarcasm, but I can see how broken you are” and “Who did this to you?”

Thank you anon! I decided to base this around Umbridge’s year (Order of the Phoenix) and the reader was Cedric’s best friend and is dating Draco, and Umbridge says that Cedric’s death was just an accident and says bad things about him so they stand up for him and get punished.

**** NOTE!! The lesson is not based on the actual lesson, therefore it is not word for word!!! :)****

Originally posted by rupelover

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Come With Me

// Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!reader.

Requested: No.

Summary: Hermione and Y/n are in potions class when the Yule Ball comes up.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Title: Come with Me. //


“Bloody hell y/n.”

You glance over at Hermione, confused at her sudden outburst.

“What’s the matter?” You ask.

“You messed up the potion. It called for bat wing, not bat spleen. Now we’ve got to start all over.” Her voice is filled with frustration as she begins preparing to make a new potion, and a sigh escapes your lips. You murmur an apology and pretend to begin working on the potion again. Hermione sighs loudly and turns to you. “Something’s obviously on your mind. You’ve been awfully quiet recently…” You glance up at Hermione, who gives her an exasperated look. “Well, tell me! What’s going on, why have you been acting so…so…strange?” You close your eyes and shake your head softly.

“It’s just…the Yule Ball.”

“The ball? Why’s that bothering you?” You open your eyes and meet Hermione’s confused gaze.

“No one’s asked me yet,” you state, turning back around to work on the project.

“Well, I’m sure if you asked Harry he would gladly take y-”

“I don’t want to go with Harry!” You whisper fiercely, whipping around in your seat. “It’s just…the person I want to ask me…he hasn’t. And he won’t.” Hermione sighs.

“I know the feeling, trust me.”

“I shouldn’t even like him. He’s a bloody idiot, it’s just…”

“Something about him,” Hermione finishes your sentence, staring off into space. “I know how you feel y/n, but you can’t just wait around for him to ask you. You’ve got to express yourself.”

“Oh, like you’re one to talk.” You tease, a smile replacing the small frown on your face. Hermione laughs softly and shakes her head, turning back to the potion.

“I know, I know. So…who is it?” You shake your head.

“No, no, no.” You say quickly. Hermione raises an eyebrow at her but doesn’t reply. She lets out a loud sigh instead, which gets the attention of the group in front of them. Draco turns around in his seat, leaning over the back of his chair.

“Is perfect little Granger having trouble with her potion?” He asks, nudging Pansy (who had been his partner because he was late to class). She laughs quietly, leaning forward like him. “Granger having trouble in class? That’s unheard of.” She doesn’t say anything; just keeps her head down, so Draco continues. “How are your parents doing, Granger?”

“They’re fine, Malfoy. I’d like it if you’d turn around and leave me alone.” He raises his eyebrows, and you can feel your cheeks burning– half from the second-hand embarrassment and half due to the fact that he was so close. You duck your head and hunch your shoulders slightly, trying to hide your face as you continue to work. This not only causes Pansy to look over at you, but Hermione and Draco.

“What? Not going to say anything to defend your friend?” Pansy squeaks, smiling smugly. You swallow roughly before looking up slowly, praying that the heat in your face has died down.

“Well,” you begin, casting your gaze towards Hermione. You take in her puzzled expression before you meet Draco’s gaze, and smile sweetly. “I wasn’t going to waste my breath correcting Draco. I mean, if I started I don’t think I’d ever breathe again-” Draco’s smile instantly disappears and he tilts his head.

“What did you call me?” Pansy’s eyes widen slightly as your mouth drops open. When you realize, his gaze is fixed entirely on you. You can feel the heat rising to your face.

“W-what?” You stammer, not daring to meet his gaze. His head tilts.

“Did you call me Draco?” He mutters. Hermione glances over at you, her eyes narrowing instantly.

“That is your name, isn’t it?” Hermione says, saving you from having to respond. Draco looks over at her, the sneer returning to his face.

“No one calls me that,” he says, his gaze sliding over to you again. “Why did you call me that?” Your eyebrows raise slightly, the pink returning to your face again.

“I don’t know what you mean,” you manage to say. Pansy picks up on the uncertainty in your voice, and in only a few seconds she erupts in a fit of giggles. One of Draco’s eyebrows shoots up and he glances over at her, a look of annoyance on his face.

“Did you hear her?” She snorts, her laughter stopping immediately as she meets your gaze. “I don’t know what you mean,” she mocks. “I don’t know how I didn’t see this before, but I have to admit, this is hilarious.” Hermione glances between Pansy, Draco and you, a look of disgust crossing her face.

No.” She murmurs, shooting a glare over at you. “No way.

At this point, Draco seems to be the only one who hasn’t caught on yet. You clench your jaw slightly as you feel the heat rising to your face even more intensely than before. This causes Pansy to laugh even more.

“What’s wrong, y/n? Someone flustered?” She pushes out her bottom lip in a pout. “Can’t talk to him? Can’t even look at him? Poor. Little. Y/n. Was he not supposed to know?” Hermione rolls her eyes.

“Get over it, Pansy. As if she’d care about someone like Malfoy.” Hermione comments, glancing over at you. You can tell by the look in her eyes that you would be talking about this later. Her comment seems to finally put everything else into place in Draco’s mind. His eyes light up slightly as it all falls into place, and his gaze slides over to you.

When you glance up your eyes instantly lock with his.

“What?” You ask, forcing as much annoyance into your voice as possible. His lips tip upwards as his eyes narrow slightly. “W-what?” You ask again. Your cheeks turn even redder as Pansy laughs softly. This finally causes Draco to break eye contact and he turns to Pansy.

“How ‘bout you keep bloody quiet, Pansy?” Her laughter gets stuck in her throat as her eyes widen from shock. She glances up at him.

“Oh, but Draco- isn’t it-”

“I don’t see how it’s funny,” he comments, glancing back at you again. “You fancy me- so what if she does too?”

“But- it’s"

“I don’t see how it’s funny,” he comments, glancing back at you again. “You fancy me- so what if she does too?”

“But- it’s y/n.”

“Mhm…” He mumbles, turning around to you. “It is.” His head tilts and he smiles softly- a genuine smile, before turning back around, forcing Pansy to too.

He glances over his shoulder one more time before turning around and focusing on the potion.

“What was all of that about?” Hermione whispers. “You like Malfoy?”

“Ugh…Hermione, please. I don’t want to talk about this right now.” You whisper, covering your blushing face with your hands. “…but, yes. I do.”

Another small smile slips onto Draco’s face as he hears your comment, and he adds the next ingredients to the potion before pulling out a slip of paper and scribbling something on it quickly.

You’re just recovering from your embarrassment as class ends, and you stand up, gathering your books into your bag quickly. Draco slides out of his chair gracefully and passes your table, making brief eye contact with you before dropping a paper by your feet.

“You dropped your-” Your sentence is cut off by a small smile, and what looks like a wink from Draco. You close your mouth quickly, and, feeling your cheeks heat up once more, you crouch down and pick up the paper, unfolding it.

Come with me to the ball, y/n? –Draco.

Kiss Me Not -Part 2-

Find Part One Here!

Let’s get this party started, shall we?

Harry threw back the last of his fire whisky and thumped the glass down on the table, yelling above the music from the wireless, “I’m gonna kiss everyone in this room!”

A drunken cheer greeted his declaration. A girl sitting behind him startled to her feet, her drink spilling over her fingers as she stepped closer, “Me first,” she smiled shyly.

She had been flirting rather desperately with Harry all night and though he wasn’t interested in the slightest he leaned down. She twitched forward eagerly and was just as quickly pushed back quite a distance from Harry. Apparently, she was a particularly bad match.

He didn’t laugh in her face but it was a near thing. He was just drunk enough that awfulness of his situation was fucking hilarious.

“Sorry,” Harry grinned and turned to the person sitting beside her and then the next person and the next. One miss after another as the music and chatter grew louder and the night wore on. He teased Dean and Seamus into a kiss, Dean almost managed it, close enough Harry could feel his laughter before he pulled away to give Seamus a proper kiss. He did not kiss Ron or Hermione, it would’ve been like kissing a sibling and he wasn’t interested in having creepy nightmares about it for the rest of his life. Everyone else he approached humoured him and gave Harry a go at a quick kiss.

He was fast running out of people to try- and fail -to kiss when he found himself at the back corner of the room, the large couch pushed against the wall had been taken over by the only three Slytherin’s who came back to finish up their schooling, Blaise, Pansy and, Draco Malfoy. They were relaxed, somewhat sprawled over one another with a bottle of fire whisky to pass between them. They weren’t nearly as relaxed when they noticed Harry staring at them, the lot of them stiffening like a group of alley cats arching their backs and hissing.

What?” Pansy lifted her nose with a sniff, “We’ve a right to be here, same as you.”

“You need something, Potter?” Blaise asked.

Harry blinked, “A kiss,” he said. Once upon a time, the prospect of kissing a trio of Slytherins would have been far too nerve-wracking but not anymore. The thing about trying to kiss about a hundred odd people was that the whole procedure rather lost it’s magic, so to speak.

They all stared at him blankly.

“I did say I was going to kiss everyone in the room,” Harry made a show of looking around, “You’re here.”

“You’ve got to be kidding,” Pansy said, raising an eyebrow in disbelief.

Blaise laughed,  pushing himself to his feet and out of the tangle of his friend’s legs without somehow tripping himself up, “Me first, Boy-wonder,” Blaise said with the smug challenging sort of look that seemed to be calling out Harry’s bluff.

Harry returned the look, “Get on with it then.”

A flicker of hesitation crossed Blaise’s face before he managed to mask it, crossing the distance between them.

Harry tried to stay calm. The whole kissing thing seemed to work out better if he could but it was pointless since Blaise hardly had a go at all. As soon as the nudging pressure began to make itself known he backed off with a smirk.

Blaise dropped back onto the couch with a thud, “Well, that was anticlimactic.”

Pansy looked from Harry to Blaise curiously and then popped up, approaching Harry with a tilt to her head that brought to Harry’s mind the alley cat image again. She went up on tiptoes and Harry leaned down as she tried to kiss the corner of his mouth. Harry was a little surprised how close she got, about a half an inch away.

Her eyes widened as she pulled back. She exchanged a questioning look with Blaise that turned into a knowing one.

She looked back at Harry with an appraising smile, “I see,” she said to herself as she slowly backed away from him.

When the back of her legs hit the couch she stopped and looked over at Draco who was sitting stiffly in the centre. His arms were wrapped nervously around his waist, one hand clutching the neck of the whisky bottle as he scowled up at Harry.

“Your turn, Draco,” Pansy said. When he didn’t move immediately she gave his ankle a halfhearted kick, “Come on.”

Blaise leaned over, grabbing hold of his shoulder and pushing him forward, “Give it a go, my friend. It’s a laugh.”

Draco looked over at Blaise furiously. A flush was rising in his cheeks as he knocked Blaise’s hand away and stood unsteadily, pushing the bottle into Pansy’s chest with a bit too much force. He wavered
on his feet, his eyes looking like he was having trouble focusing. Draco was completely and utterly pissed.

Harry watched with growing apprehension. Draco was flushed, his hair gone a little wild, even his clothes were slightly rumpled and there was a grim determination in his eyes. He took a deep breath, absentmindedly pulling his shirt straight and smoothing his hair back with one hand, though it didn’t stay.

A prickle started on the back of Harry’s neck, the hair on his arms standing up. His heart rate began to pick up as the shivery tension raced through Harry with every step Draco got closer. He had felt this before when they fought, this thundering, shivery pulling feeling. Harry had always thought it was the adrenaline from being angry and from fighting but…

Draco stopped a foot away and then almost swayed forward until they were almost touching. Harry saw close his eyes briefly as if gathering himself, a shiver made his shoulder twitch. When he opened his eyes again Harry felt transfixed by the flat grey colour. Harry’s hand moving without his permission, pressing against the flat planes of Draco’s chest,. Harry felt another shiver go through Draco, stronger than the last, his mouth falling open in a silent gasp, his pupils darkening.

Harry leaned forward, almost haltingly. He kept expecting the pressure to start, to push him back, but instead, it almost felt like he was being tugged closer, and there was almost a static hum in the air, prickling along his skin. He reached up, brushing his fingers lightly on Draco’s chin, too nervous to actually cup his cheek. Draco tilted his head and Harry felt his breath ghost across his lips, felt his lips, soft and careful and shivering just like Harry was and-

“ENOUGH!” Headmistress McGonagall’s voice cut through the party like a blade of ice. “This party is over.

Harry and Draco startled away from each other. The music was shut off and the room slowly took on the deathly calm of those who know they are completely and utterly hosed.

McGonagall’s eyes narrowed as she looked over the room, “There will be no more parties, for the rest of the year,” she said coldly, “Hogsmeade weekends are canceled and everyone here, including eighth years, are to remain on the castle grounds for the next three months-” there was a chorus of groans that was abruptly cut off with a single look, “-All of your curfews are now at eight pm, all of you.” There were no attempts to complain this time, simply an overwhelming and spreading air of despair. “If you are going to act like children, you will be treated like children. If any of you are found with alcohol on school grounds again, you will be suspended,” she pursed her lips in disappointment, “I do hope you will learn from this. Now go to your dorms.”

The students swayed and shuffled out of the room with their heads low to avoid eye contact.

Harry hadn’t moved. He wasn’t entirely aware of what was happening until a hand firmly took him by the upper arm.

“Mr Potter.” McGonagall said, some of the sternness leaving her voice, “Are you well? Do you need to go to the hospital wing?”

“I- What-?” Harry asked blankly, his mind entirely consumed by a single kiss, so brief there was part of his mind that wasn’t entity certain it had happened.

McGonagall frowned, her question changing to an order, “Go to the hospital wing. Have Poppy look you over.”

“The hospital wing,” Harry repeated.

The room was entirely empty. Harry didn’t know when that had happened.

“You’re trembling Harry,” McGonagall said, looking Harry over with concern,  “I’ll walk you there myself.”

Part 1 ~ Part 2 (you are here!) ~ Part 3 ~   Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~

Watch The Counter

I owe this whole thing to @pretentious-git on Tumblr who posted a prompt/imagine and then let me take it into my hands.
“Okay but imagine Draco just walking into the Slytherin dorms all dramatic like and wailing about Harry to his friends and for once no one tells him to shut up so he just talks and talks but they’re all totally giddy for once because someone tipped off Harry and rigged up a spell for a word-counter in the Gryffindor dorms, so Harry’s sitting in his dorm room watching this little counter climb higher and higher because every number counts for Draco saying either ‘Harry, Potter, or Harry Potter’ in a sentence and Harry can’t believe it when he watches the counter go from 5 to like, 13514 in one night.”
I want to thank you so much for letting me use and play with this.

Draco had been pining over Harry for years, and the Slytherins are tired of hearing about it and need to get some fun. No one knew exactly how it was going to end.

Harry’s eyes widen as his arm is gripped tightly by someone and he is pulled into an empty classroom. His eyes gaze at the hand on his arm before following the limb, his gaze meeting no other than Pansy Parkinson’s hard glare. Pulling his arm away swiftly from the Slytherin’s grasp, and opening his mouth he tries to find his words before realizing he can’t find them and closing it again. Pansy smirked while watching the Gryffindor’s confidence waver slightly. “Don’t worry Potter. I’m not here to hex you. I have something you may be interested in knowing.” This catches the green-eyed boy’s attention, causing his words to come rushing back to him. “What could you possibly have that I would want?” He says, his hand loosely wrapping around his wand as a caution though his curiosity is beginning to take over more and more. “It’s about Draco. He goes on and on about the boy-who-lives, and it’s been driving all of us Slytherin’s crazy since the first year when you rejected his handshake. However, it has gotten worse. I thought we could maybe have some fun with this, however, a way of keeping any of us from drowning him in the lake if you will.” she says her voice completely serious much to Harry’s surprise. He looked at the Slytherin in front of him quizzically before speaking again. “Um, I don’t know what to say to that. What do you expect me to do in this little scheme of yours? I would also like to add that there is no way Malfoy would talk about me of his own free will unless it was to make fun or plot some evil scheme.” As he finishes, he attempts to erase the slight blush he knows is beginning to grow on his cheeks. A cunning and confidence filled smirk growing bigger on the Slytherin girls features. “Wanna bet Potter?” she asks, a daring look in her eye. The Slytherin in Harry begins to stir at the challenge. “Sure Parkinson, you’re on.” She smiles and pulls out a piece of parchment from her bag, scribbling a few words on it before handing the paper to the boy. “Here. If you say these words a number counter will appear and display anytime, he says your name in any form. Beware of what you’re about to realize Gryffindor.” She says, a knowing look taking over her features as she throws her long black hair over one shoulder and walks out of the room, leaving Harry to stare down at the paper with a weird feeling stirring in his stomach.

Walking into the Gryffindor common room, Harry flops down on one of the oversized chairs, his mind still on the parchment folded in his robe pocket. “Oi, Harry you alright there mate?” Ron says forcing Harry out of his trance, his head wiping toward the red head. “Sorry, I’m alright. I was just thinking about something from earlier.” The redhead nods before turning back to his game of wizard chess with Seamus, who was sitting on Dean’s lap next to the fire. “Hey, guys do you mind if I try this spell?” Harry asks the small group who were hanging out in the common room. They all turn towards Harry at his question; eyebrows quirked up as a response. Sighing the raven haired boy wiped a hand down his face before speaking. “I was cornered by Parkinson, and she told me something interesting, she also gave me this spell to prove her point.” At the mention of the infamous Slytherin everyone’s attention being drawn to him entirely, books and chess games momentarily forgotten. “What was her point?” Dean asked into the silent room. Harry let out another sigh, “She says that Malfoy talks about me nonstop, and apparently in a nice-ish way. I bet her that she was wrong, so she handed me this paper with a spell that will tell us every time he says my name.” There were hums of acknowledgment throughout the room before Ron bursts out “Well on with it man! If nothing else it will give us the inside scoop into the Slytherin’s nest if we ever need it.” Harry nodded and took out the parchment along with his wand, casting the spell. When he finishes the words, a small screen appears above the fireplace along with what seems to be a score counter. As everyone’s heads turn towards the screen, they realize that it is the Slytherin commons room and dorms. When nothing else seemed to occur after a few minutes, everyone turned back to their books and games, including Harry who pulled out his potions textbook and parchment, starting on a long night of essay writing.

Harry’s eyes snap open at the feeling of someone shaking him awake. As his eyes focus on the room around him, he sees Ron standing in front of him while Dean and Seamus have turned around to look above the fireplace and Ginny and Hermione have joined the guys and are sitting on one of the couches, also staring up at the fireplace. “Sorry mate, I didn’t mean to startle you but stuff started happening on the screen.” Ron says as he makes his way back over to the couch he had been sitting on before. Wiping the sleep from his eyes before looking up at the screen displayed on the wall surprised when his eyes make contact with the counter seeing that it’s already showing the number 10, as his gaze raises higher he sees Draco pacing in the middle of the emerald and silver common room. “Can we turn the sound on?” Harry asks, his voice coming out a bit raspy from sleep as his gaze meets Hermione’s. She nods and points her wand at the display causing the young Malfoy’s voice to echo throughout the room. ” Why does Potter always have to be such a righteous prat? ” The blonde said, his eyes locked with Pansy and Blaise who were sharing an armchair, his voice indicating he was talking to the room. “ He may have the Potter name but he’s nothing more than a royal pain in my arse. ” Harry’s eyes switched to the counter seeing the number getting higher. A weird feeling beginning bubbling in his chest, which he quickly pushed down his gaze going back to the video. “ All I heard in the hallway on my way here was Potter this, Potter that. It’s like he’s the Chosen One or something. I mean who chose him? Why would they chose someone like Potter to be our world’s Savior? I mean have they seen the little shit? In just one year he fainted over 35 times. What is he? A fangirl or something? ” The blonde rants out all in one breath his pacing coming to a stop as he dramatically throws himself into a chair opposite Pansy and Blaise. Closing his silver eyes he starts ranting again, his voice a little quieter than it was even though the entire commons room is still able to hear him, silent eye rolls passed between students as the blonde drowns on. “ I mean some days I just want to shove him against a wall and kiss him. Other days, however, I just want to push him against a wall. It all depends on how heroic he intends to be that day. Seriously, kill him or kiss him. Does anyone else have this problem when it comes to our Saint and Savior Scarhead? ” At the Slytherin’s confession everyone’s head in the crimson and gold common room turn to look at Harry, the raven-haired boy’s face turning almost a Weasley shade of red as his eyes continuing to stare unblinkingly at the video in front of him as the blonde continues to say things that he never thought he would hear from the young Malfoy. “ You wanna know how it should have gone back in first year? ” The blonde asks to the room, many groans heard even though it was their collective idea to let him drone on and on today, Malfoy was still an ear full to deal with when he went on one of his ‘I hate Potter but am really in love with him but don’t know it cause I don’t think or listen about what comes out of my mouth when I talk about Harry Potter’ rants The teen sends a glare at the students who responded to his question before turning his attention back to his friends. “ It should have gone like this. I introduce myself, and hold out my hand, he accepts it and then proceeds to question his sexuality and how the earth orbits. Is that really to much to ask? ” Blaise being the weaker of the two Slytherin’s before Draco can’t help it when he bursts into a fit of laughter, quickly burying his face in the back of Pansy’s shoulder in an attempt to go unnoticed. This tactic doesn’t work in the slightest earning him glares from the students around him who felt he may be blowing their cover. However as always when it came to Draco ranting about Harry he was oblivious to almost anything else. “ I’m serious, Potter with his perfectly messy hair and Potter with his gorgeous green eyes and Potter with his stupid Gryffindor bravery; why does he always have to be little miss perfect? Hasn’t he figured out that unless you’re me being perfect all the time is stupid? I guess not though since he has yet to trip and fall down a hundred flights of stairs. ” At that Harry rolls his eyes, the blush still present on his features from Draco’s comment on his sexuality. Harry felt the bubbling feeling in his stomach come back, this time with more force. Harry knew that if he hadn’t been sitting down the effect of the sensation would have forced his knees to buckle, silently he focussed on pushing the feeling away, blocking out everything else around him in the process. He hadn’t realized that the blonde had continued speaking so when his senses came back to him he realized that the silver eyed Slytherin had kept talking about him. “ Up. Down. Left. Right. Everywhere I look it’s Harry fucking Potter this, Harry fucking Potter that, oh and let’s not forget the times Harry fucking Potter is standing in front of me with his stupid face and perfect lopsided grin. Can’t I have just one Potter-less hour?! Wait wait wait til I take that back. Yeah don’t do that. I’ll keep my hours Potter-full. But only so I can make fun of course, there is no other reason I would want him around, yeah no. Another think I want to know is why he doesn’t listen when I talk? Once I was telling him how he had a nice face, however all he did was tell me to piss off. And again in fourth year during the Triwizard Tournament I told him of how I bet against my father and said that he may actually last a bit and survive. But once again nothing more than a piss off. ” Even from the view of the video the smirk on Pansy’s face was unmistakeable, a wicked look flashing in her eyes. “ So what you’re saying is that you don’t like Harry Potter, our Boy Who Lived, is that correct Dray? ” The blonde rolled his eyes though the corners of his mouth seemed to be trying to fight past his mask to form a smile. “ Fuck Potter, Fuck Potter, Fuck Potter. That’s all I have to say on stupid Fucking Potter. ” The dark haired girls smirk grew even more as she took in the answer. “ Wait I think I’m seeing a pattern here. ” she exclaimed excitedly, shifting slightly in her seat so she is facing Draco fully, her back to Blaise. “ Oh fuck you! ” The blonde say, raking a hand through his gelled back hair, messing it up slightly. Pansy rolls her eyes and laughs a little at Draco’s outburst. “ Oh sweetheart, I don’t think that is what you were asking for a moment ago. ” She shines an innocent smile at him as be begins muttering under his breath. “What did you say? ” she ask innocently, batting her eyes as she speaks. Draco rolls his eyes but speaks up anyway, making sure to direct it to her and not the whole common room. “ All I say is fuck off, but all I want to say is fuck me.

At this confession, Harry’s concentration on the screen is broken as if a spell had been on him. Trying to recover from what Malfoy had said he coughs, it quickly turning into a fit. When he can regain his ability to breath, he quickly stands, rushing out of the common room and into his dorm, slamming the door behind him, placing a locking charm on the door. The raven-haired teen paces back and forth in the dorm, trying to figure out what Draco meant by what he said, and furthermore what Draco had said meant to Harry himself. Forcing himself to take deep breaths Harry sits down on his bed, putting his head in his hands as he attempts to process what he had gotten himself into today. The blonde Slytherin’s words echo throughout the room as Harry sat in silence.

He is knocked out of his thoughts as someone knocks on the door, Harry realizes the locking spell on the door and opens it, his eyes never leaving the floor. He let out a small sigh as he felt someone sit next to him on the bed, someone’s hand intertwining with his own. Looking up he lets a little smile show on his features as his green orbs meeting Hermione’s brown ones. She smiles back at him, squeezing his hand. “Are you okay?” she asks softly, Harry rolls his eyes just a little before looking away from her. “I’m okay, thanks ‘Mione. Just surprised I guess.” She nods understanding watching the floor as well. “You’re not the only one surprised, I mean I had suspicions about you but it never even occurred to me that Malfoy may feel the same.” Hermione’s words caused Harry to look up staring at her profile. “Suspicions about me on what?” He asked dreading the answer he knew would explain the feelings he had been feeling in his stomach. “Suspicions that you liked Malfoy.” It felt like a stake to the heart as he notices that he is as transparent as they come. “I didn’t think anyone knew,” he mutters quietly, mostly to himself thought he knew Hermione had heard, resting her head on his shoulder they both sighed softly.

They had settled into a comfortable silence causing them both to jump when they heard Ron scream “Bloody hell.” from the common room. Glancing at each other they both stand, hands still intertwined as they go back to the common room together. The two break apart as they walk down the last few stairs and into the common room, the view in front of them almost makes Harry laugh. The two boys sitting in front of the fire are laughing, their gaze going between the video and Ron, his sister laughing while patting him on the back, the ginger boys head is in his hands mumbling under his breath. Breaking apart Hermione goes to sit back down by Ginny, Harry walking over to where he had been sitting. “Mate, you alright?” Harry echoes the words his best friend had said earlier; the Weasley boy looks up at his friend, horror in his eyes as they meet Harry’s green ones. “I-i-i,” he starts unable to speak aloud correctly, clearing his throat he tries again. “I just got what Malfoy had said before you left. Just Ewww.” He says running his hand through his ginger hair as a shudder runs through his body. At this action, Harry bursts into a fit of laughter paying no mind to the blonde still talking.

After a moment or two his laughing calms down, and he looks back at his best friend who still has a look of horror on his face. Letting out a long sigh he looks up to the screen at the sound of the Slytherin’s voice again. “ Potter is such a git, ” Malfoy says, running his hand through his hair again which is already a wreck almost a mirror image of Harry’s most of the time. For the first time since they had been watching Blaise speaks up on his mind on the subject. “ I know right. Fuck Potter. ” At the other man’s words, Draco speaks again. “ Yes, I hate him more than all of the other Gryffindorks, him specifically. ” His silver eyes are closing as he lets out a big sigh. “ No Draco, fuck him .” The dark haired boy says looking at the blonde with a slight smirk growing on his face. “ Yeah I know I- ” Draco starts again, most likely about to start another long monolog that could have a real possibility of keeping both groups of students in their common rooms all night. “ Fuck him, ” Blaise says again, letting the smirk he had been suppressing show its true color at the silence he is greeted with from Draco and the almost silent giggling coming from Pansy who is hiding her face into his shoulder, he speaks again to further get his point across in case Draco ends up being just as oblivious as Harry always is. “ Fuck Potter, or at least kiss him or at the very least tell him how you feel. ” At this, a shade of red that could only be compared to the Gryffindor shade made its home on Draco’s pale skin along his cheeks, ears, and neck. Harry could feel his own face, ears, and neck turning a matching shade of red, the blush burning his tanned skin as he runs a hand over his face and then through his hair.

For the rest of the night, Harry sits in the overly cushioned chair dozing off, his eyes occasionally gazing at the counter on the wall. As the sun begins to come through the tower windows, Harry smiles to himself seeing the Slytherin groups asleep in their common room, spread out on a sofa and chair. The green-eyed man’s gaze slowly trails down the counter, eyes widening when he sees the number 13,514 displayed on the wall. His smile growing into a huge grin at the realization of everything that happened the night before. He looks around the common room finding Ron laying face down on the floor looking like he got pushed off the sofa, Ginny and Hermione sharing said sofa, Seamus and Dean also sprawled out on the floor with blankets and pillows spread out around them, and Neville who had come in late after studying in the library was half falling off a matching armchair to Harry’s. Quietly the raven-haired boy stands and makes his way to his dorm, quickly changing into a set of his muggle clothes seeing at it was Saturday, checking the clock to see that it was a little after 7:30 am he makes his way out of the dorms and into the cold, empty corridors of the castle. While focussing on keeping quiet Harry forgot to check the image above the fireplace making it a complete surprise when he runs face first into the chest of a white-blonde Slytherin. The dark haired boy feels an arm wrap strongly around his waist the other grabbing his arm to steady him. Looking up into the silver eyes of the other man Harry’s smile falters slightly before growing into an almost wicked smirk realizing that he knows everything from last night but that Draco knows nothing about it. The young Malfoy seems to realize just how close they and lets go of Harry’s waist his hand lingering on the others man a few moments longer before being removed as well. The two teens stand in the hallway and look at each other, Harry’s face showing a smirk while Draco’s was masked, though his eyes seemed to betray him by showing slight nervousness. The two stood that way for what felt like forever but couldn’t have been more than a few minutes before Harry broke the silence, his eyes glinting with just a little bit of mischief from knowing something the other doesn’t. “Malfoy, what are you doing out and about so early? Your fellow Slytherin’s threaten to throw you in the lake yet?” Harry ask remembering Pansy talking about the Slytherin’s using the stuff from last night to have fun and stop them from drowning Draco in the lake with the giant squid. The blonde’s eyes betray him again by widening in slight shock before recovering once more. “Don’t get your lacy pink panties in a twist Potter. Why would you care if I was thrown into the lake to drown anyway? Disappointed it wouldn’t be you tossing me in there? Not that I am getting thrown in the lake in the first place.” Harry rolls his eyes at the other man in the hall, the bubbling feeling coming back to him as he takes in Draco’s features up close; his perfect porcelain skin, how the light shines against his white blonde hair making it look like he has a halo surrounding his head, His silver eyes taking in Harry before meeting his green ones. “No that’s not it, Dray.” At the use of Pansy’s nickname, Draco’s masks falters again, this time lasting longer in its falter before he recovers. “Dray? Where did you hear such a name?” Harry smiles, the wicked grin being replaced for a small and shy smile. “I guess you could say we have a mutual friend.” Harry says before walking down the hall towards the Great Hall for breakfast, turning to look back at Draco with the smirk on his lips once more. “You coming?” He asks, receiving a distracted nod as Draco absentmindedly falls into step next to him. The walk to the Great Hall is quiet, green eyes meeting silver ones repeatedly as the two walk. Harry reaches his hand out to open the door that would lead them into the Great Hall he feels Draco’s hand touch his arm causing him to lower his arm and turn towards the blonde. The Slytherin looks up and down the man in front of him, the corners of his mouth fighting to pull up into a smile. “What do you know?” he asks, his eyes searching the slightly shorter man’s face. Placing a mask of innocent on his face Harry smiles at Draco “I don’t know what you’re talking about, I know plenty of things which one are you talking about?” A slight chuckle escapes the pale man as he takes in Harry’s innocent demeanor. “You’re acting different, and I want to know why.” Draco states trying to command his feelings towards the person away and channel them into his mask. He had known he had feelings for Potter for awhile now but he wasn’t able to accept them, he had messed up back in the robe shop the September before the first year when a cute brunette boy walked in, and he had been the prim, and proper son Lucius Malfoy had taught him to be instead of being himself. He knew he was not good enough for Harry so why bother, right? Harry smiles his real and genuine lopsided grin at Draco, a smile that only people close to him ever see. “I’m not acting differently in the slightest Malfoy.” When he says, the teen’s last name comes out soft and nice as if it was ‘Mione’s name instead of stiff and hard like he would normal say the other student’s surname. “Oh bullshit,” Draco exclaimed causing Harry to chuckle aloud, Draco’s world stopping for a moment at the almost angelic sound of the other man’s laughter. “You are acting differently. Your walking, talking, smiling, and laughing with me. You’re using a nickname only one person ever calls me. Something is up; I know it so spills.” He rants, unnerved as the thought begins to dawn on him that Harry could know about his feelings and that he may just be playing with the blonde to get back at him for the past five or so years of torment that Draco and his fellow Slytherin purebloods have caused him. Harry lets out another chuckle before pulling himself together. “All I will admit to is that a little bird spent all last night going on about some righteous prat named Potter that he apparently had a problem deciding if he wanted to kiss or kill. If you want my opinion I would say kiss the Saint and Savor Scarhead, seems like it would make more sense to do that. I mean you could always kill him later.” The Gryffindor remarks before shining another signature lopsided grin at Draco before reaching out to open the door and disappearing into the Great Hall leaving the Slytherin dumbfounded in his wake.

The Great Hall slowly begins to fill as the morning drags on. Harry smiles as his Luna walks over to him, her being the only Ravenclaw to come down for breakfast. Smiling back she sits down next to the raven-haired man. “Good morning ‘Arry,” she says before grabbing a plate and placing some food on it. “I hope you don’t mind if I sit here I just really don’t want to sit alone, you know?” Harry nods, knowing the feeling of not wanting to be alone all too well. “It’s perfectly fine with me Luna.” With huge smiles, the two dig into their food waiting on the others to join them.

First is Hermione, followed by Ron who sits in front of the two not even batting an eye at the fact that someone outside of their house was sitting with them. Ron sleepily piles food onto his plate, almost face planting into it multiple times while Hermione grabs some eggs, toast, and hashbrowns digging in for a few moments before striking up a conversation with Luna over one of the books the two had been cramming over after classes yesterday. Next came Ginny who immediately noticed Luna and sat next to her, she piles her plate with food to make sure she would have enough energy for the Quidditch practice game later in the day, her eyes never leaving the artistic illustrations Luna was making with her hands as she spoke with passion about the book her and Hermione were discussion. Seamus, Dean, and Neville came in and sat down next never missing a beat in the heated discussion they were having over what seemed to be two Quidditch teams. Last to join as always, probably because they were too busy plotting or executing pranks to remember what time it was, was the famous Weasley twin who sat down next to Harry immediately trying to convince him to join in with one of their brilliant plans they had in the works, saying that if they had the Chosen One on their side there was no way they could get caught. Harry rolled his eyes at the twins drowning out the rest of their conversation as he made eye contact with a certain blonde Slytherin from across the room, even with a faint blush making his way to his cheeks he pulled his lips into a small smirk and winked at the blonde before turning back to his friends.

As people began to join the Gryffindor table the same was happening at the Slytherin’s with Pansy and Blaise making themselves at home on either side of Draco. Crabbe and Goyle even made an appearance by sitting across the table from the trio, knowing better than to act like they were part of the group. As soon as Pansy was seated Draco turned to her his voice coming out as a commanding whisper. “What did you do?” He asked, worry running ramped in his mind as he tried to assess how much Harry knows. The Slytherin girl looks over Draco’s shoulder at Blaise as they let it sink in the Draco could know what they had set up with the Golden Boy last night. Putting on a smirk the girl turns her attention back to the blonde in front of her. “What are you on about Dray?” she asks trying to put as much innocence into her voice as she can in case he doesn’t know anything. “That, that right there. You’re not the only one that has called me that today, what did you do?” Draco asks nervously, his fingers unknowingly playing with his fork as he watches the girl with interest. Pansy twist her hair around her finger as she decides what to tell him. However, she is thrown from her thinking when she hears Blaise speak up. “It wasn’t just her, it was all of the Slytherins,” he mumbles unable to make eye contact with Draco’s glowing silver eyes. “What did you do?” Draco says in a dangerously low voice, his body already preparing to run as his brain eliminates possibilities. “Don’t go all dark lord murder spree, okay?” Blaise asks, receiving a not so convincing nod in return. “Okay so all of us,” he says gesturing his hand in an indication of the Slytherin tables. “Had grown tired of you going on and on about Potter since the first year. So we took matters into our own hands and got a spell that would show the commons room in a video form as well as a score counter that would display every time you said Potter’s name in any form. Pansy proceeded to give this to him. As far as we know he may have used it last night which could mean he knows everything you said last night.” Blaise finishes his eyes finally meeting Draco’s watching the blondes mask melting away being replaced first by worry, then happiness, and lastly by anger which causes him to look away. In one swift motion, Draco is standing looking between Blaise and Pansy before looking up and down the table at the other Slytherin’s sitting silently waiting for what Draco was going to do. He looks back at Blaise and Pansy when he speaks even though he is yelling and knows that the whole Great Hall can hear him. “YOU. DID. WHAT?” with his anger filled eyes staring into them neither of them speaks, Pansy only letting out a slight shriek. As soon as the words are out of his mouth, he glances across the room his eyes meeting brilliant green ones for nothing more than a second before he turns on his heels, running out of the Great Hall.

When Draco breaks eyes contact with Harry, he momentarily feels empty, alone. Quietly he stands and makes his way out of the Great Hall when he is out of the Hall he pulls the Marauders map out of his pocket thanking himself for making it a habit of taking it with him wherever he went. When the map is opened, he runs his finger along the paper trying to find the name he wants out of all the other students, teacher, and staff residing inside the castle. As he finds the name, he lets out a sigh of relief seeing that he was somewhere nearby. Closing the map and putting it away he breaks into a sprint, making his way through the corridors towards the lake.

When Harry gets to the lake, he stops when he can see a head of blonde hair resting on one of the large rocks by the shoreline. He takes a few deep breaths before taking a few step closer only stopping when he is standing next to the other man. Clearing his voice in a way to get the Slytherin’s attention he sits down next to him, their shoulders touching. “Are you okay?” the brunette asks his eyes searching Draco’s profile. “Why do you care?” Draco responds, his voice coming out gruff as if he is having an internal fight with himself. “I have always cared, what happened yesterday just showed me how much I care,” Harry says, giving up on making eye contact with the taller man and just staring out at the calm dark water. “It’s fine if you didn’t mean anything you said last night, it’s not like you knew the full story of who was hearing your words, so it’s understandable if you don’t feel the same.” Harry rambles into the silence around them. Harry opens his mouth to speak again after a few minutes but closes it as Draco’s slender finger run against his jaw, turning his head towards him. Green eyes meet silver ones for what feels like the first time all over again; neither filled with anger, neither glazed over by a mask. They stare into each other’s eyes for what feels like forever, the scenery around them blurring into nothingness as they take on the other. Slowly Draco moves forward, his eyes glancing between Harry’s lips and his eyes, Harry leans forward as well, their lips brushing against one another as eyes flutter shut. The kiss becomes heated, Draco pulling Harry into his lap with the brunette straddling him. After a few more minutes the two slowly pull apart, their foreheads resting against each other as they catch their breaths. Without warning Draco breaks into a fit of laughter, causing Harry to lean back to get a better look at the blonde in front of him. “Are you okay?” Harry asks a smile growing on his features. The blonde continues laughing, putting his head on the other boy’s shoulder. “I-I’m okay just never thought I would be kissing the Chosen One, let alone have him straddling me.” He says into Harry’s shirt, the confession causing Harry to laugh along with Draco. With a huge smile, Harry pulls Draco’s face away from his shoulder, pulling his lips into another breathtaking kiss.

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. 

you give love a bad name

Draco was having a lovely Thursday evening, spending the time reading books on new Quidditch techniques and scribbling down any potion ideas that came to mind. Of course, Draco could be more productive.

Wait. No, he actually couldn’t.

Because Harry was playing unnecessary, loud, cantankerous garbage. Usually, Draco can drown it out and chalk it up to Harry going through a ‘hardcore’ phase.

But it’s been over a year.

His so-called “music” booming from underneath Draco’s room was trembling the floorboards, shaking the windows, and rattling the thoughts inside Draco’s mind. Which wasn’t “punk rock” at all.

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I’m Tired of Being Your Secret

“What time is it?” Draco asked, stroking the messy black-haired boy’s outstretched arm, entranced in its seamless connection to his bare torso. Harry Potter sat up, picked up his glasses from the bedside table and placed them onto his face, pushing his hair away from his eyes. He looked at his watch.
“Almost two.” Harry responded, yawning and leaning back into Draco Malfoy, who had rolled onto his side to follow the warmth that Harry brought him in the brief time that they shared into the late hours of the night. His arms were spread across the whole of the back of the double bed that the room of requirement had conjured up for them. Harry nuzzled into Draco’s naked shoulder, kissing the bare skin lightly.
“Potter?” Draco asked after a moment of peace between them.
“How long is this going to go on for?”
“This. Us. The sneaking around in the middle of the night, meeting at the room of requirement. Not exactly romantic, telling everyone I’m going to see Slughorn, just so I can get a hushed, rushed and flushed few hours with you. I want…I don’t know…something more”.
“Hushed, rushed and flushed?” Harry asked with a smirk. Draco nudged his shoulder before giving him a serious look. The words that he had said suddenly then sunk into Harry’s head.
“Wait, what are you saying?” Asked Harry, sitting up now, in disbelief that Draco could possibly want to be open to other people about their relationship.
Draco, now cross legged sitting opposite Harry, shuffled closer to the boy he had begun to fall for, taking his hands in his own.
“I have spent my whole life trying to impress everyone. My father, my mother, everyone in this damn school. I finally have something worth showing off and I’m, what? Hiding it away like a dirty secret? I want to walk to breakfast holding your hand, and kiss you before I destroy you in Quidditch, without having to worry about who might see, or what people will think if I even talk to you in the corridor. I want to drink butterbeer at the same damn table, instead of feeding off stolen glances across rooms, offering to get the next round just so that we can have those few fleeting moments of disguised contact at the bar. I want your friends to hate me because they’re scared I’m going to hurt you, not because they think you hate me too. I want you Potter.” Draco exclaimed putting his hand to Harry’s cheek. “I want us.”
Harry looked into Draco eyes, and he saw all of their secret nights together, all of their stolen looks across rooms. He saw the first time Draco came to him, struggling with the aftermath of Lord Voldemort, he saw their first kiss, hidden in the back of the library, he saw the first time they came to the room of requirement, Draco walking backwards, lips locked to Harry’s, who was guiding the way, with one eye open to make sure they made it inside the room successfully. He saw all of the longing, and all of the loss, and all of the love. And he saw the possibility of a future together. A future where they could live freely without worrying who saw.

Harry took his hand to meet Draco’s on his cheek, bringing it round to his lips, where he held it tightly, closing his eyes to hold the moment of freedom. For so long he had ached to feel the hands of the blonde-haired boy that sneered at him across the room, and now that he had it he had to keep it a secret. Harry’s thoughts turned to Draco’s parents. To Molly and Narcissa, who would somehow have to come to terms with one another, and how difficult it would all be and how much stress it would be for the Weasley’s who had been the only true home he had known. The only place aside from Draco’s arms where he had ever felt truly safe.
“I wish it could be that simple.” Harry said, lowering Draco’s hand to the rumpled sheets that lay between them.
“It could be”, pleaded Draco, who could only imagine two years into the future, huddled next to Harry at Christmas, everyone round the fire, with his very own knitted jumper, a green ‘D’ lovingly embroidered to the centre; a sign of acceptance from the people that held such an enmity in Harry’s heart.
But Harry was more concerned. He was concerned about explaining to everyone, he was concerned about the reaction Draco would get from his ‘mates’, he was concerned about how his own best friends would take it. And so, the next words that Harry spoke pierced Draco like an excellently executed cruciatus curse.
“Could it?”


It was approaching 11pm in the eighth year common room, and Harry, Ron and Hermione sat at a table by the fire together, finishing off their work. Harry and Ron were writing a tedious essay on the intentions and dangers of the draught of living death that was due in the following day. Hermione was scanning through her arithmancy homework that was due in the following week. So far Harry had written “The Draught of Living Death is a potion that has many positive intentions and outcomes, but also dangers. Some of it’s intentions are-“. He looked up from his paper and saw Draco Malfoy sat at a table on the other side of the common room. Malfoy was looking at him with the same look that Harry had no doubt that he was looking at him with. Longing. The two of them just stared at each other for a moment, both with sad looks in their eyes. Following their conversation from the previous night, there was now a whole new dynamic between them. Now that he knew that Malfoy felt the same way as him about their relationship being kept a secret, he felt something else between them. Something almost like regret. The only ones left in the common room other than them were Ron and Hermione, but they were entirely oblivious to the fact that Draco and Harry wanted to be left alone. After a moment, Harry tore his gaze away from Malfoy and looked toward Ron and Hermione. They were sat closely together on the sofa, and Harry watched as Ron groaned and rested his head on Hermione’s shoulder.
“Hermione,” he said in a whine. “I can’t do it!” Hermione turned to him and kissed his head.
“Yes you can, Ronald,” She said, resting her cheek on his bright red hair. “Come on, write something.” She picked up his quill and placed it into his hand, closing his fist around it. He looked at her with a look that said how did I get this lucky? He leaned across to kiss her lips briefly, before the two of them got back to work.
Harry couldn’t help but feel jealous of them. They could so openly be happy in their relationship, without having to hide anything from anyone. Harry looked back over to Draco, and saw him looking at Ron and Hermione too before looking back toward Harry. The two of them smiled sadly at each other before Draco looked back down at his book, clearly not reading a word of it. But Harry’s gaze didn’t fall. He couldn’t bring himself to look away from the way that Draco’s delicate fingers caressed the corner of the page, or the way his tie was set so precisely to the centre of his chest. Then he thought back to room of requirement, and how many times he had pulled the tie from around Draco’s neck, and how he had kissed that neck, and how safe he had felt in those moments. Harry’s friends had given him so much over the years, but Draco had provided him with something he had never felt. A feeling that could not be brought to justice through words.
“Guys.” Harry said suddenly, loudly enough for Draco to hear too, who looked up from his book in surprise. Ron and Hermione looked up, and Hermione’s face looked worried.
“What is it, Harry, are you alright?” Hermione asked, her face paling, her eyes instinctively flicking to the faded scar, just visible through Harry’s tufts of hair.
“Oh, yeah! No it’s fine, it’s nothing like that.” The look of relief on Hermione’s face was bright as day, but Ron just chuckled.
“Hermione, he literally said ‘guys’, I don’t think that calls for such a dramatic response.” Harry heard Draco snigger slightly at Ron’s comment. Hermione rolled her eyes, but still looked relieved.
“What is it, then?” She asked, and the two of them looked at Harry expectantly. Harry looked over towards Draco, who stared back. After a moment, Harry stood up and walked over to him, all the while Ron and Hermione watched him, confused. As Harry made his way over, Draco stood up. He opened his mouth to ask what Harry was doing, but Harry just reached out to hold Draco’s face, and kissed him. Malfoy froze in shock for a moment before kissing back, the large book slipping between his fingers and hitting the hard wooden floor as Draco’s fingers intertwined with Harry’s. After a moment, Draco pulled back, and turned to Ron and Hermione.
“Surprise.” He said in a half-amused, half-worried tone. Harry laughed and pulled back, turning to face his best friends. Hermione and Ron sat on the sofa, faces entirely shocked.
“Look, I know this is totally out of the blue, and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you, but I didn’t know how you’d take it. I guess I’m about to find out.” Harry winced, clutching Draco’s hand even tighter. Draco chuckled lightly next to Harry.
“Look Harry, I’m just glad you’re happy,” Hermione said finally, beginning to smile. “As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.” She got up to hug Harry as his face broke into a grin. He let go of Draco’s hand as he went to Hermione to hug her. When she went to sit back down she nudged Ron, prompting him to say something.
“Bloody hell,” Ron said, his face still staring into nothingness, an expression of shock and confusion on his face. Hermione wacked his head playfully, but still with a fierceness that threatened him if he said something stupid that would wreck his best friendship. Harry went back to Malfoy, and took his hand again. “No no, I mean don’t get me wrong I’m happy for you mate! But,” He paused, shaking his head. “Bloody hell.” Harry laughed as Ron put his hands to his head, clearly recalculating many memories. “How long has this been… how long have you guys… how long is this-“
“I think what Ron is trying to say is how long has this been going on? And how? And when?” Hermione finished for Ron.
“A few weeks after the final battle. Draco came to me because he knew I’d understand how it feels being under the threat of the dark lord and-“
“Uhm, Potter, can we not ruin my reputation please?” Draco said.
“Yeah, says the guy, holding my hand.” Harry responded and Draco immediately let go and wacked his head, the same way Hermione had done to Ron. Harry dodged and laughed, and Draco laughed with him. Hermione smiled at them, almost amused, whilst Ron just continued to look on in shock and confusion.
“Anyone else need a firewhisky?” He said, and Harry and Hermione laughed. They both immediately agreed to go, but Draco didn’t say anything. Hermione immediately noticed his unease.
“You coming Malfoy?” Hermione challenged, inviting Draco to join them despite the torments he had put her through. After all, if Harry had been able to put everything aside, then perhaps she could learn to tolerate him. “First rounds on you” she ordered while packing her things into her bag, before standing to look Draco square in the eye. Draco’s grip tightened on Harry’s, Harry’s eyes darting to Ron in fear and apprehension, who looked just as apprehensive. They both knew how ruthless Hermione could be when it came to something, or someone she cared about. She looked at Malfoy with a glare that neither of them had seen before. It wasn’t anger, yet it wasn’t forgiveness. It seemed to emulate a combination of the two, with just enough intrigue to keep both Harry and Draco on edge. Unsure as to whether his girlfriend was going to hug Draco or punch him, which admittedly he would not mind seeing, Ron put a hand on her shoulder. At his touch, she relaxed slightly.
“Come on then. Suppose we’d better hear how this all came about.” exclaimed Hermione, taking Ron’s hand as they began to walk through the corridors, the warmth of the firewhiskies pulling them towards Hogsmeade.

This was co-written by me and my amazing friend Jack, who is incredible at writing so I just want to thank him so MUCH for helping me with this <3

Thank you for taking the time to read this! xx

Kiss Me Not -Part 7-

Sorry last chapter was a bit confusing, this ought to clear things up. and thank you so very much for reading, I wasn’t sure serializing on tumblr would work out but the response has been quite lovely so far! Love you lots ♡♡♡

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“What do you suppose Malfoy meant?” Ron asked fighting back a yawn as they headed down to breakfast.

Harry shrugged, “I don’t know.”

Hermione pulled open her bag as they walked, fishing inside the unfathomable depths to retrieve a rather daunting medical text, “Did you try asking him?”

“Would have if he hadn’t avoided me like the plague,” Harry said grumpily, “I just-” he frowned.

“What?” Ron asked.

Harry nodded towards the doors to the great hall from which loud shouts and chatter spilled out. Harry started to hang back and Ron fell back with him so Hermione peered around the doorframe. She frowned and looked up, stepping further into the room. An owl that had been perched in the rafters swooped down and dropped a folded Prophet to her. With paper in hand, she stepped back into the hall.

“The Prophet?” Ron asked.

Hermione quickly unrolled it, “They’re all reading it.”

“Not the Prophet,” Harry bemoaned, already anticipating the worst.

The main headline was: Exclusive! A Real Life Fairy-Story?!, the header below that: Harry Potter Can’t Kiss! The Amazing Story of the Princess and the Priestess Come to Life! The story was full of interviews with people Harry had tried to kiss, along with the complete retelling of the fairytale and some light conjecture by the reporter P.P. In addition to two photos of Harry and an illustration from a children’s book, the whole thing took up the entire front page of the paper.

“Rough luck, mate,” Ron said grimly.

Hermione gave him a conciliatory look, “It’s amazing it took this long for someone to work it out really, with the number of people you’ve tried to kiss.”

“Thanks that really helps,” Harry said sarcastically.

Hermione made a face at him and went on pointedly, “And it wasn’t written by Skeeter, she would have blown it entirely out of proportion. This is fairly accurate and pretty well written really, for the Prophet anyway. I wonder if this P.P. is a new reporter.”

“Pansy Parkinson,” Harry said flatly.

“Her? Really?” Ron asked, leaning on Harry’s shoulder to get a better look.

Harry nodded, remembering the pointed look she had shared with Blaise after trying to kiss him and the two of them with their notebook in Charms yesterday, probably working out the article together.

As if summoned, Pansy’s excited giggle proceeded her through the doorway with Blaise by her side. It took the two of them a while to realize they were being stared at and by whom but once they did they froze.

“You wrote this?” Harry pointed to the newspaper.

Pansy tried to surreptitiously shift the paper she was holding slightly further back and behind her leg, “Where in the world would you get an idea like that?”

“The party,” Harry ticked off on his fingers, “The two of you working on it in Charms, the initials.”

Blaise smirked, leaning over Pansy’s shoulder in an almost exact mirror of Ron, “So?”

Harry wasn’t certain on that account.

Pansy shrugged Blaise off in annoyance, “Get off, you,” she turned back to Harry with a sniff and absentmindedly straightened her hair, “It’s not like I said anything that wasn’t true.”

“It’s much better than Skeeter’s work,” Hermione said.

Pansy positively beamed, “Isn’t though? It’s about time that gossipy shrew was kicked off the front page.”

Hermione glanced at Harry and Ron thoughtfully and then back to Pansy, “Are you going to keep writing for them? The Prophet?”

“Two more lead stories and they’ve promised me a permanent position,” Pansy said.

Hermione looked at Harry pointedly, raising her eyebrows, “She’s better than Skeeter.”

“Oh,” Harry said as he caught on and looked at Pansy.

Pansy looked at him and Hermione warily, “What?”

“Well…” Harry said carefully, “If you keep writing things, truthful things… I might be more willing to talk to you than other reporters.”

Pansy smiled excitedly, “Really?! Really really?!”

Harry nodded, wondering if he would come to regret this.

Pansy grabbed Blaise’s arm, bouncing excitedly on her toes, “Can you believe it!” she crowed, then turned to Harry, “When could I-? Not now, of course. Next week maybe? For an interview. Or whenever, but before we finish school or so help me I’ll-”

Blaise careful placed his hand over her mouth, “You’ll be very very grateful for this opportunity,” He pulled his hand away, “Now smile and wish the nice people a good day.”

Pansy smacked Blaise’s hand before he could pull it back. He clutched his hand to his chest with a wince.

Pansy smiled beatifically at Harry, “Thank you so much, Mr. Potter. I shall speak with you later!” She waved and they made their way down the hall.

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Game Changers

Harry’s not really sure what he’s expecting when Malfoy shows up to Hogwarts after The War. Definitely not that. 



“Malfoy what the hell?”
If Harry had trusted in Divination he would have said this was a terrible omen for his final year at Hogwarts.
Harry wasn’t the only one surprised to see him. There was an outbreak of murmuring as Draco Malfoy had strolled nonchalantly into the entrance hall the morning after the sorting ceremony. He looked in the directions of Harry’s exclamation and merely smirked and headed off to his first class of their so-called 8th year.
As it happened that also turned out to be Harry’s first class. When he walked into advanced potions he was surprised to see Malfoy already sitting in front of his cauldron with his book out. Though he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised that Malfoy had enrolled in the class he had always performed best in. Harry was burning with curiosity and before he could rethink his decision he plopped himself down next to Malfoy.
The other boy barely even reacted. “Potter,” he greeted with a kurt nod. He was engrossed in his potions text.
“Uh, hi,”
Malfoy snorted and finally looked up from his book “Eloquent as always Potter. I really missed that Grade A wit,” Though it lacked the usual venom from years previously and it was accompanied by a smile.
Harry stared at him with his mouth open. He hadn’t seen, heard from, or heard about Malfoy since he had testified at Malfoy and his mother’s trials during the rebuilding period after The War. He only did so because he knew it was the right thing to do and definitely not because he still thought about Malfoy more often than would be considered strictly necessary. Both their actions had allowed him to survive and kill Voldemort. It was only right that they didn’t rot in Azkaban. Though he was glad Lucius would. After the trial ended he and Malfoy had exchanged a few polite words and Harry had returned his wand. After that Harry had never expected to hear from him again. Now here he was teasing Harry like an old friend.
“Earth to Potter, are you ok?”
Harry was snapped back to his senses and realized he had been staring straight ahead for a full minute. “Oh sorry you just took me by surprise I guess”
“You came over to me?”
“Oh. Uh. Yeah you’re right”
Malfoy smiled and rolled his eyes “What did you want Potter?”
Oh right. He’d come over here for a reason. “Want to be partners?”
Malfoy’s cheerful and friendly exterior seemed to fade away for a moment to reveal something Harry couldn’t quite place. “Why?” he asked suspiciously.
Oh. That look had been insecurity. That was not a look he was used to seeing on Malfoy. It was oddly endearing. “Because” Harry replied quickly “You’re way better at potions than me and I need all the help I can get,”
This wasn’t entirely true. His original intention had been to ask Malfoy why the hell he came back to Hogwarts but this new Malfoy was almost…pleasant. And it was true that Malfoy could help him do well this year.
Malfoy beamed “You know Potter, I’d have killed to hear an admission of my superiority years ago. Who would have thought it would happen as soon as I stopped caring,”
Harry tried to suppress a grin, along with an odd stirring that seemed to be related to how nice Drac- er, Malfoy’s smile was. Wow, where did that come from?
Harry went to gather the ingredients and the rest of class went off without a hitch. That is if sometimes getting distracted by Malfoy’s piercing grey eyes and blushing furiously when he smiled at him weren’t considered a hitch.
After class they were still chatting and suddenly Malfoy got very quiet.
“What’s up?” Harry was slightly concerned about the sudden tone shift. Had Malfoy just been messing with him and was really still his old snobbish self? And if so why was Harry so upset about it?
“I’ve been putting off  an apology” he replied with his hands fumbling in front of him as he stared determinedly at his shoes. “But you really deserve one from me. For how I acted during The War and before and-”
“Stop.” Harry held up his hand. Before today he would have loved to make Malfoy grovel for forgiveness. However their conversations that day as well as the one after the trial and the fact that he had attempted an apology was enough to convince Harry Malfoy had grown up. He had realized that he just didn’t want to put him through that. Hm. Maybe he had matured too.
“We both did things we’re not proud of” Harry paused for a moment and shuddered slightly thinking of sectumsempra “But I forgive you if that’s what you want,”
Malfoy looked beyond relieved and Harry idly wondered what he could do to make Malfoy look that happy again. He quickly shook that thought out of his head and then looked back at Malfoy
“Alright Draco, lets head to lunch”
Draco looked shocked but pleased at the switch to his given name but seemed to think of something that quickly deterred him “What about the Weasel and Granger?”
Harry had already thought of that. He offered a small smile and replied “They might be a bit stunned but I’ll vouch for you. After all you’re new and improved,”    
That seemed like enough for Draco as he chuckled and traipsed along after Harry to the Great Hall.
A little while later, after Draco had apologized to all of Harry’s friends, (Ron had taken a little longer to accept than Hermione Ginny and Luna, old habits die hard) conversation was roaring at the Gryffindor table and everyone discovered to their astonishment that the now humbled Draco Malfoy fit in with their group very well. He was very funny when his jokes weren’t at someone else’s expense and he seemed to have a flair for storytelling. By the time desserts appeared on the table everyone was laughing with Draco as if he’d been in the group for years.
Harry wasn’t quite listening however. He was enticed by Draco and he couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away even for a second. Ginny had broken up with him after they made an attempt at a relationship after The War. She had taken pity on him; she could tell his heart just wasn’t in it but knew that he was too noble to ever leave her. I occurred to him that the way he felt about Draco after today could have something to do with that but that was a conversation to have with himself in the future. The far future. Feelings were never his strong suit.
Draco caught him staring and gave him an adorable smirk. Harry figured he better join the conversation so as to not seem any more abnormal than he actually did. He could feel his friend’s eyes on him as they followed Draco’s gaze and he blushed.
“This is just bizarre” he blurted out “us talking like we’re friends ya know? Who would have thought?” he finished with a weak chuckle.
Draco seemed to realize he was just talking for the sake of talking but slowly an evil grin spread over his face. It made Harry very nervous for some reason.
“Oh really Potter? We’ve never talked as friends before?” His grin was positively wicked now and Harry felt himself break into a sweat. He reached for his pumpkin juice in order to diffuse the tension. He had no idea where Draco was going with this. Everyone was staring at them in anticipation. It seemed whatever was about to be said would be groundbreaking. Suddenly Hermione’s eyes got huge as if she knew what Draco was going to say a second before he said it. “Not even on Christmas during second year?”
The response was astounding. While Ginny and Luna merely sat there looking puzzled, Hermione burst out laughing, Harry spit his mouthful of juice all over the table and Ron gasped, inhaling the pudding he was eating and choking.
Draco was warmly guffawing as Hermione thumped Ron on the back repeatedly. Harry finally gets over his shock and slowly starts to allow himself to appreciate how funny it really was. “You knew it was us and you never said anything?” Harry struggled to get it out through laughter.
“I knew one day it would come in handy”
With that statement Harry finally lost it. He folded in half with laughter and when he could finally speak again he was wiping tears from his eyes. “You were a conniving bastard even at the age of twelve” which earned him another dazzling smile along with an eyebrow wiggle (Merlin, have mercy)
“If we were all noble Gryffindors life wouldn’t be any fun” Draco retorted.
The rest of dinner was spent explaining to Ginny and Luna exactly what had happened on Christmas six years ago, from both points of view.    
After dinner Draco fancied a walk around the grounds, claiming he wanted to look at the Quidditch pitch to make sure it was acceptable, even though the returning 8th years couldn’t play for their house teams. When Harry offered to accompany him. He had a mischievous look in his eye when he agreed.
They walked in a comfortable silence for a while before Harry’s burning question left from him “How did you know it was us?”
Draco looked exasperated but chuckled as he said “For Merlin’s sake Harry, you literally started to turn back into yourselves while I was talking to you. How many red haired sidekicks do you think I’m acquainted with? Then I found Greg and Vince asleep in a closet later. Not to mention Granger was half cat the next day and that’s transfiguration way beyond anyone we knew at the time so it had to be a potions accident,”
Harry was gaping up at him, mouth hanging open. He couldn’t believe he and Ron had thought they were so slick. And here Draco figured it out that quickly.
“Wow,” he finally said “I knew you were brilliant but I didn’t know you were that brilliant,” He shook his head in utter disbelief.
“I’m glad to hear you say that” Draco shot back at him quickly. He looked like he was stealing himself to do something. “Because I’m about to do something pretty damn stupid,”
Before Harry had time to process this statement the taller boy had grabbed his chin and bet down to press his lips firmly against Harry’s. Harry’s breath caught for just a moment before he melted into the kiss, deepening it and wrapping his arms around Draco’s shoulders, tangling his hands in the fine white-blonde hair that was glowing in the setting sun. He had know idea how long this went on for but when he pulled away he was breathing like he’d just run a marathon. As he started into those grey eyes he allowed his happiness to show across his face, and saw it mirrored in Draco’s. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that” the blonde boy said breathlessly, and then a pink tinge crept up his face as he realized he’d said it out loud.
“Well then you’re very lucky” Harry said cheekily while he linked their fingers together and started to drag Draco forward to continue their walk. “Because only earlier today did I realize that kissing you was what my life was missing,” and he winked at Draco.
They returned to the comfortable silence, strolling around the grounds in the fading light, hand in hand, sneaking kisses every few paces.
As they returned to the castle Harry looked down at the pale, delicate fingers in between his own tanned calloused ones.  
     If Harry had trusted in Divination he would have said this was an amazing omen for his final year at Hogwarts.


 Guys this is my first ever fic so if you liked it please let me know and if you didn’t let me know what I can do better xoxo -Sarah

Late Nights Part 3

Part OnePart Two

(Changing the format because the other format doesn’t work for this anymore)

After a moment, Harry walked through the living room and into the kitchen. He figured he should find a snack before going to bed. When he saw the dinner table, he stopped. Seeing the dinner Draco had made and the way the table was set, Harry inhaled a sharp breath. 

Draco had made dinner; a romantic dinner. He had expected Harry to come home. Harry told him he’d be home. This was going to be bad, he thought to himself. 

Abandoning the idea of a late night snack, he made a detour to their bedroom. When he got to the door, he found it locked. Heartlessly, he tried Alohomora along with a few other unlocking spells he learned in auror training. To no surprise, none of them worked. He knew Draco wouldn’t make it too easy. 

Making sure to be gentle, he knocked and asked, “Draco?” Silence. He knocked again and said, slightly louder, “Draco.”

“Not now,” Harry heard from the other side of the door. Harry closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

“Come on, Draco. I’m sorry,” Harry pleaded. “It was-”

“Go away,” Draco interrupted. 

“Draco-” Harry started, but was cut off once more.

“Go away,” Draco repeated more forcefully. Harry ran an agitated hand through his hair. He took a few steps backwards and tried to calm his breathing. 

“We should talk about this,” Harry finally said. Suddenly, he heard foot steps from inside the room. Success! The door was yanked open by a glaring Draco. Immediately, Harry felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Draco’s clothes were ruffled and his eyes were red from crying. However, there was still a storm of anger showing in his eyes that made Harry take a step back.

Talk? You’re bloody ridiculous. I can deal with you working twenty or so hours every day for the whole year, but today? You couldn’t come home just one day?” Draco spit out. His hands were flying as he talked, making him look completely hostile. As he talked, Harry grew more confused. Later, he grew to regret his next words.

“What’s so special about today?” he asked. A murderous look came over Draco’s face. His mouth dropped open, before closing again and forming a thin line. Harry was sure he’d drop dead just from his glare. 

“Please tell me you’re joking,” Draco said. The words came out calm and steady, despite his urge to strangle the man in front of him. At Harry’s complexed expression, he turned around and went back in the room. The door was still wide open, so Harry followed. 

“Of course I know what today is,” Harry tried to salvage himself from the ship wreck he caused. Draco turned a sharp gaze to Harry. “It’s, er… a bir-?” He stopped at Draco’s scoff. Then, Draco took a trunk out from their closet and Harry’s blood ran cold. 

“What are you doing?” Harry asked incredulously. Draco ignored him as he started to pull clothes off their hangers and into the case. “Draco,” he said. Draco turned on him with a clenched jaw and a hard stare. 

“Five years ago,” Draco grit out. “I had to force you out of my coffee shop for the third time that week because you wouldn’t leave until I closed. It was raining and I was locking the door. That’s when you ask me for dinner. And when I looked at you…” Draco’s voice had lost its anger and by the end of his tirade,he was whispering. 

“…I kissed you,” Harry finished, finally cottoning on to the situation at hand. For a moment, they just looked at each other. In Draco’s face, Harry could see how hurt he was. He was sure Draco could see the regret in his eyes. Then, Draco turned back and continued to pile clothes in the trunk. 

“I have a good excuse,” Harry tried a new angle. 

“Hmm?” Draco asked. He was tired of fighting. Especially when he was the only one who seemed to care. 

“It was Hermione and Ron - they’re getting a divorce. Hermione was upset and Ron was drunk and-” Harry tried to explain. 

“-so you put their relationship before ours,” Draco finished. There was no venom in his voice; just, oddly enough, acceptance. Harry stopped for a second before continuing. 

“It wasn’t like that,” Harry said. He knew he was fighting a losing battle. 

“I’m going to stay with Mother,” Draco said as he closed the trunk and secured it with a lock. Harry knew he needed to do something now. Anything to get Draco to stay.

“No, don’t-” Harry began, but Draco held a hand up. With a shake of his head, Harry knew there was nothing he could do. 

“I need some time alone,” he said. With that, Draco grabbed the trunk and apparated with a crack. Harry stood, staring at the place Draco was standing moments before. 

He really messed up this time. 

Part 4 here

Mudblood Pt. 1/?

Summary: Y/N likes Draco, yet he always annoys you. Will things change once he apologizes?

A/N: This is trash cause I only do these when I’m tired but if you like or reblog this I’ll literally cry anyways enjoy

You were walking rather fast since you were already late for Potions, in due to the fact that you broke a cup from Professor Trelawney; she overreacted and panicked along with screaming at you in front of everyone. You never felt more embarrassed; not to mention, the one and only Draco Malfoy had the same class as you, he’ll definitely never let you forget that. Although you had an embarrassingly massive crush on him, he was the biggest ass to you sometimes.

 As you were walking in a hurry, you bumped into somebody. You were too scared to look up, but from what you saw, looking down as your heart was beating fast, they had green in their robes. Great, a Slytherin. In spite of the fact that you were a Slytherin yourself; you failed to like the others.

 “Watch it, mudblood!”

 You knew that voice only belonged to one person and it was Draco. You sighed getting ready to hear what he had to say about you. His eyes moved up and down at you as if he were observing your green and black robes as well.

 “Merlin, how are you in Slytherin? You’re a huge disgrace to everyone in it! No wonder you have no friends.” The boy said in an extremely harsh tone.

 You abruptly felt a need to snap at him and cry at the same time, but you just decided to walk away even faster than before.

 “Fucking asshole!” You say louder than you expected, hearing the echo of your comment across the hall and not caring if Draco heard. 

You enter potions class trying not to make it obvious that you were rather upset, not knowing Draco was behind you, late as well for unknown reasons. Hermione glared at you with a worried look as in such a way that she saw right through you. You’ve been friends with the golden trio for the past two years now after they noticed you aren’t like the other Slytherins.

“Late again, Miss Y/L/N and Mister Malfoy?” Professor Slughorn announced

Making everybody’s head turn towards the end of the class where you and Draco were. 

“I-I apologize, Professor, it won’t happen again, I promise.” you said in an awkward tone 

“I had other things to do, Professor” Draco voiced in a bitchy tone, causing you to slightly jump not knowing he was behind you this whole time.

“Considering you both are late” he adds, eyeing the both of you “I will have to seat you both together.” 

You flinch at his statement, looking behind you once again to see Draco half smirking.

“I apologize professor, but I will not accept sitting next to hi-” 

“I apologize as well, Miss Y/L/N but I have no choice.” Professor Slughorn interrupted. 

You sigh, walking to your table on the far right in the back of the class; Draco followed you having a smug look on his face, that showed he was going to taunt you endlessly. Harry glanced at you the whole time. Feeling apologetic, he mouthed “Sorry” to you. Once you both sat down, class started again

 “Now, as I was saying-” Slughorn said. Slughorn was explaining what you all had to do, then you all got to it.

 "You idiot, you’re not supposed to put that much peppermint!“ Draco whispered to you.

 "Oh well, maybe if your big ass head wasn’t in the way, I’d know.” You calmly said, knowing it’d get him more aggravated. 

Draco looked at you looking quite offended “Don’t think you’re funny or start looking for an excuse, Y/L/N.” 

he pointed out, still looking at you. “Whatever.”

Half an hour later, you and Draco were nearly done. “Finally, I thought I’d never finish with somebody like you.” He scoffed.

 You just couldn’t stand him anymore, you felt yourself getting sad and not angry. Why do you like him? Your stomach started to feel like it was getting punched every second. Slughorn walked to your table and checked your potion

“Excellent work, you two. Outstanding!” 

You gave him a fake smile, but Draco had a surprised look on his face, as if he were shocked that you were quite wise.

A couple minutes later, Slughorn announced to leave to the dining hall. You grabbed your stuff, stuffing it in your bag, and ran out the class not wanting to hear another word out of Draco’s mouth expecting it’ll be another discourteous comment. Draco saw you running out with a doleful expression; he was quite inquisitive to know what was wrong. 

You usually sat with the golden trio because they were your only friends. You were beside Hermione and not even in a second, she noticed you were upset.

 “What’s wrong, Y/N?” She asked curiously.

 "Was it that git Draco?“ Ron joined in.

Harry looked up and spoke as well “We can speak to him if you’d like; I wouldn’t mind grabbing him by the-” 

Hermione interrupted him by slapping him on the shoulder 

“That’s enough, Harry! She’s upset, now’s not the time.”

 Ron stopped eating and put his fork down "No Hermione, Harry’s right. He’s been bugging her since the first year.“

Hermione glanced at Ron and opened her mouth to speak; you then finally joined in the conversation and replied

 "It’s not a big deal, guys. It’s just his casual smart-ass remarks he always decides to say. It probably got to me this time cause my time of the month is near.” 

Ron looked at you confused “Wha- oh..”

you looked at him, trying not to let out a giggle. 

Harry glimpsed at you, still a bit worried “I’ll make sure he doesn’t keep annoying you, Y/N.” he choked out, giving you a small smile.

“What he said, Y/N” Hermione said, slowly putting a hand on your shoulder. 

You smiled at both of them, being grateful you have them as your friends. You thanked them and proceeded to eat the delicious food.

 You look up to see the Slytherin table you were supposed to be in and saw Malfoy. He was in the middle of his two followers, Crabbe and Goyle; startlingly, he was already looking at you. He almost certainly was abashed, considering he immediately looked down. After eating and having dreadful classes, you went alone to the library to study.  Almost nobody was in there, so you got to have the whole place to yourself. You sat down and relaxed. Almost not even three minutes later, you heard light footsteps; assuming it wasn’t a big deal, you didn’t look up and you kept studying, eyes moving across the paper and reading the words. Out of the blue, somebody sat across you. Your heart starts racing and you’re too scared to look up to see who it is. 

“Merlin, Y/L/N, no hello?” He whispered, trying not to draw attention to you both. 

You jumped and looked at him; your anger gets the best of you, you want to get up and leave, but you feel like something’s making you stay in your seat. 

“Yeah, because I’m gonna greet somebody that makes me wanna drink bleach.”

 you hissed angrily.  Draco looked at you startled, not knowing what that indicated. Also leading to the people that are in the library too, to face you. 

“Honestly Draco, I’m done with the stupid shit you say. If you came here just to ruin my day even more, just fuck off.” you snapped, trying not to draw as much attention to you both. You were surprised you truly stood up for yourself; you looked at Draco waiting for him to respond, he had a shocked expression. 

“Calm down, Y/L/N, I came to apologize. No need to cause a scene.”

 Your eyes widened and you had to replay what he just said in your head

 “I go too far and I know. I just know if I treat you normally, everybody will talk about it, and my father will find out. He’ll make my life the worst since you’re a mudblo- muggleborn.” His expression looked like something you’ve never seen before; he meant he was sorry, you just know.  

He never looked like this. You don’t know what to say. You know you shouldn’t forgive him, but everybody deserves second chances, right?

He felt like you’ll explode and he didn’t want to deal with it, considering the fact he apologized for the first time to somebody, yet they reject him. He grabs his wand and gets up to walk out; you immediately stood up and grabbed his wrist when he took his first step. 

“Stay.” You calmly said. Draco looks at your hand that is around his wrist, his eyes widened from the contact. You realized you were still in the library, you look up and could’ve sworn you saw his face flush.

 “I- sorry.” you choked out, your hand extracted from Draco’s wrist. Draco didn’t know what to say. He just sat down while he was still blushing and stayed silent.

 A couple minutes later, you felt eyes on you and you look up swiftly to see Draco staring at you

“Is there something on my face?” you ask curiously “U-um no I just- never mind.”

You look at him suspiciously “Oh? okay then.” you looked back down at your book and kept reading. You then felt his eyes on you again and you looked at him straight away “Please, stop looking at me.” you say without thinking then slap yourself mentally

 “Wow, and I am the rude one, Y/L/N?”  Draco sneered. You giggled quietly and tried making a conversation. 

“So.. do you like pizza?” you awkwardly asked, wanting to punch yourself for asking such a dumb question.

“What in Merlin’s name is pizza?” he asked, uninformed. 

You burst into laughter from what the Slytherin boy asked you; you get multiple looks from others and you stop laughing, rather embarrassed “Oh my God, do you really not know?” you quietly asked “You have so much to learn about, Malfoy.”

 Draco looked confused, not knowing half the stuff you just said. You slightly smiled, thinking it was cute how his confused expression looked.

A couple minutes later, everybody decided to go to their common rooms which led to you and him being the only ones there.

 Draco looked at you with a slightly sad expression, “um Y-Y/N.. I’m sorry for everything..”

 You look at Draco, quite shocked he called you by your first name and apologizing again. You smiled at him and grabbed his hand without thinking. 

“It’s okay, Draco. Trust me, it is. We can still be friends- well if you don’t mind since everyone would be quite weirded out and it WOULD be ironic bu-” 

Draco interrupts you “It’ll be fine, really. Just don’t let anyone see us casually talking that would rat us out.” He looked down at you holding his hand and blushed furiously for like the fifth time today.

You look at him with a weird expression “Did you mean: the whole school?” you stated.

Draco looks at you as if he thought you were an idiot, “Why did you have to say it like that?” 

You felt yourself getting hot in the face and you looked down “I-its a meme- never mind.” you rolled your eyes. “God, I’m an idiot, I keep making myself seem like a fool, he’s gonna start hating me.” you thought “idiot” you muttered. 

“What?” Draco asked. 

You looked rapidly and coughed  “Oh, nothing. Just forget that happened.” You got up and grabbed your wand and put your book in your bag. “I-I’m just gonna go it’s kind of late anyway.” you gulped.

 Draco looked at the time, “Y/N, it’s 7.” 

You thought to yourself that it was the dumbest excuse ever, but you already made a fool out of yourself this whole time and you can’t even keep a conversation. 

“Draco I just-” you stopped speaking and walked out. You started walking rapidly to the Slytherin common room. 

“You fucking idiot’ you murmur to yourself.

Through and Through | Part Two

// Draco x Hufflepuff!reader.

Requested: No.

Summary: Ron drags Hermione and Y/n toe a Quidditch Match. Slytherin against Gryffindor. When one of the players is hurt, y/n takes them to Madam Pomfrey.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

Warnings: Language.

A/n: This is going to have multiple parts to it (right now I’m planning for it to have Five Parts). Also, this one seems sort of rushed to me, but this is supposed to happen over a short time, yet I have quite a bit to fit in. So, I’m not very proud of this part but it’s sort of just a thing to launch the rest of it so I had to do it. I hope you guys will continue to read the series still, and I hope you enjoy it. I do apologize that it’s not that good. Cheers.

Title: Through and Through | Part Two.

Read Part One Here. //


Y/n hadn’t had time to explain where she’d gone to Hermione before Ron began ushering them out of Hogwarts and over to the Quidditch field. He’d said that it was going to be Gryffindor against Slytherin, and since Harry was in the game he’d wanted to make sure that they were all there.

She glares at Ron slightly as they go and sit up in the stands. “You could’ve given me some time to get ready. It’s bloody freezing out here,” she comments, peering out at the foggy sky. Hermione glances over at her, laughing softly.

“You could’ve had a jacket on already, Y/n.” She murmurs, moving slightly closer to Ron as a brisk wind picks up. “You just chose not to be ready.”

“How was I supposed to know I’d be going outside?” She grumbles, wrapping her arms around herself. “You have Ron to keep you warm, anyhow. I’ve got no one.” Hermione’s mouth drops open and her eyes widen slightly. “Oh, save it ‘Mione. It’s bloody obvious. I can’t believe Harry hasn’t caught on yet.” Hermione rolls her eyes slightly as a laugh escapes y/n’s lips.

“He can be dense, I’ll admit.” She murmurs.

“Hey! Watch how you talk about my best friend.” Ron exclaims, eliciting laughter from Hermione. She covers her mouth as she giggles slightly, and she turns her attention back to y/n.

“Anyways, you’re not alone, Y/n. You could have any guy in Hogwarts. You just…you haven’t shown any interest in anyone.” She catches onto the uncertainty that shines in y/n’s eyes at her words, and she sits up straight. Hermione’s eyebrows shoot up as she looks at Ron in surprise, and then back at Y/n. “Is there someone you fancy?” Again, Hermione notices the small blush that appears on your face. “Oh, y/n please? Tell me!” She moves closer to you, grabbing your wrist. “Please?” She repeats. Y/n’s head slowly shakes as she stares forward at the Quidditch game.

“No…I’d rather not, not right now at least.” She murmurs, poking her side. She grins at Hermione. “Now go back over to Ron before you freeze, silly. Plus, I wanna watch the game. I am here to root for Harry, after all. I might as well pay attention to the game.” Hermione rolls her eyes slightly.

“I’ll stay over here, if that’s fine with you. Plus, I’m not sure what you’re talking about. Me and Ron- we aren’t a thing.”

“Yet…” She murmurs, wiggling her fingers ominously in the air. Hermione scoffs and rolls her eyes once more.

“So, you get to know who I…who I fancy,” she whispers. “But I don’t get to know who you like?” She inhales deeply and sighs. “Well, if I guess who it is, will you-” Hermione’s sentence is cut off by y/n’s shouts as the game starts off with Gryffindor already scoring. Hermione looks at her in shock, and y/n nods distractedly.

“Sure, yeah. If you think you can guess I-”

“Is it Neville?” She blurts out, not missing a beat when y/n shakes her head. “Oliver? Seamus? Dean?” After every name y/n shakes her head slightly. Hermione stares forward, following her gaze to the field. “It’s one of the…it’s one of them, isn’t it?!” She exclaims, gasping again once a slight blush crosses y/n’s face. “It is…” She pauses for a second, scanning the Quidditch Field. “It’s not Harry is it?” Y/n giggles and shakes her head.

“Oh Merlin, no. Not that he’s- uh, undesirable…it’s just…just not my…cup of tea, I guess.” Y/n says softly, staring out at the field. “Look…I would tell you Hermione. I’m just not sure I know myself.” She grasps the back of her neck and peers out at the field again, her gaze seemingly following one of the players around, although Hermione can’t make out who it is.

“Do you want to…talk about it?” Hermione whispers softly, her gaze scanning y/n’s eyes. Y/n stares down at the ground, inhaling deeply.

“Well, yes…I just, I can’t say who it is.” Hermione glances over at Ron, who is no longer paying attention to them and now watching the Quidditch game, eating some Treacle Tarts (Merlin knows he loves his snacks). Hermione turns back to her.

“He won’t hear, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“No-it’s not that. I’d just feel more comfortable not saying…not saying his name.” Hermione nods slowly. “I guess, it’s just…it’s hard because…” Her voice is drowned out as the crowd of Gryffindor supporters all stand and scream. Hermione leans in closer to hear what y/n is saying, and she explains with shaky hands.

Hermione and y/n had almost lost track of the game completely as they talked and Hermione tried to help her figure out how she feels. Another loud round of shouting breaks Y/n’s attention from Hermione and her gaze turns out to the field. Her eyes widen slightly as she sees a Bludgeon get hit and flies straight at Draco, who isn’t paying attention. Y/n stands up suddenly, screaming, trying to get her voice to rise above all the cheering.

Draco! Look out!”

Draco can barely distinguish the familiar voice shouting in the crowd and he glances over to the stands. His eyes land on y/n and his heart burns to reach out to her. But why…would she be- before he can finish his thought, a large amount of his teammates calls out to him.

Hermione stands up, looking at her with concern as she screams Draco’s name over and over. A confused look crosses her face, and then she glances over at the Quidditch field.

In that moment, two things happen.

Harry catches the Snitch, and Gryffindor wins the match…

And the Bludgeon hits Draco, knocking him off his broom. His body quickly spirals down towards the ground, and screams rise from the stands. Dumbledore stands up, pulling his wand out, but before anything can be done Draco’s body slams to the ground, a loud moaning sound coming from his throat.

Hermione thought the teachers would go to Draco fast, but she hadn’t anticipated her friend practically launching herself from the stands, making her way down the best she can.

Accio firebolt!” She shouts, leaping off the stands. Hermione’s heart leaps into her throat as she reaches out towards y/n. As she falls to the ground, the broom zooms towards her and she grabs it, mounting it midair and going straight towards Draco. She falls off her broom gracefully, landing by Draco’s side and placing her hand on his cheek. “Draco?” She whispers, patting his face slightly as his eyelids flutter. “Draco, please…” Dumbledore, Snape, and Mcgonagall reach Draco’s side seconds after y/n.

“Step aside!” Mcgonagall calls out, motioning for y/n to move. As she stares down at Draco’s face, seeing his eyes slowly open, her face flushes a bright red. It just now dawns on her what she just did. She leapt from the stands, and went over to Draco like a complete lunatic. Y/n shakes her head slowly, looking up at Mcgonagall. She opens her mouth to protest, but before she can, Draco’s slight gasp cuts her off.

“Y/l/n? What are you do- hnf.” His words cut off into a pained wheeze and he grasps his side slightly, his face turning bright red. “What are you doing?”

“I-I’m making sure you’re okay.” She mumbles, not making eye contact with him. Both of their faces turn a shade darker, and Draco mumbles timidly: “Playing Quidditch out in this cold…I’m really…exhausted-you know, my face being…red and all…it must be, that is. I don’t know, but I’d only assume that-” Dumbledore cuts him off by going down and requesting y/n’s assistance to help him stand.

“Oh-I’m-I’m fine, really. I don’t-don’t need help, p-please…” Dumbledore ignores his pleas, turning his attention to y/n.

“Please escort Mister Malfoy to Madam Pomfrey.” He says softly, meeting her gaze shortly before winking slightly. “I assume you two need to talk, anyways…” Y/n’s cheeks turn redder at this, and she huffs slightly, moving so quickly that Draco trips a few times, wincing in pain once before she finally slows down her pace.

The nerve, she thinks to herself. Always meddling in his student’s person lives…what does he think we’ve got to discuss anyways? She grunts angrily, gripping Draco a little more roughly than needed to assist him.


“It’s good you got him here quickly,” Madam Pomfrey comments. “Nothing too horrible has happened- it will be quite easy to cure, actually. Still. Easiest to get him here fast and get the pain over with.” She pulls a potion out of a cupboard and walks over, attempting to hand it to Draco. He refuses, however, and instead lays back against the bed, folding his arms against himself.

“That stupid Potter- caught the stupid Snitch…probably off celebrating somewhere.” Pomfrey sighs and turns to y/n, holding the potion out to him.

“Make sure he drinks this, dear. I have another student I must go see.” Before y/n can explain she was just bringing him here, she glides out the doors, leaving alone with Draco, and the healing potion in her hands.

After a long, awkward pause y/n pulls a chair up to his bed, sitting down next to him. “W-well you heard her, drink this.”

Draco turns his gaze to her, turning his nose up slightly.

“What does it do?” He grumbles.

“How am I supposed to know?” Y/n huffs slightly and pops the top of the lid off, standing up and leaning over him slightly, pressing the jar to his lips. “Just drink it- then I can get out of here, and you can get back to your friends.”

Draco does as y/n asks, keeping his gaze locked with hers the entire time. Once the bottles been drained, y/n pulls back and turns around to set it on the nightstand.

Draco winces sharply, and the bottle slips out of her hands as she whirls around, looking down at him in alarm.

“Draco, are you okay?” She whispers, placing one hand on the side of his face. His eyes pop open at this, and his hand lifts up, looking as if he is pointing at something behind him. She glances over her shoulder in confusion, turning back to face him slowly. “Draco, there’s nothing th-” Her gaze meets Draco’s once again and he slowly sits up, raising his face closer and closer to her own.

Y/n’s heart pounds in her chest wildly by the time his face is only a few inches from her own.

“Thank you.” He whispers, his eyes searching every inch of her face. “I’m…” He closes his eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry if I’ve ever been an…an arse, to you.”

“It doesn’t matter, Draco.”

“But it does…it does, trust me.” Y/n cocks an eyebrow at this, trying to steady her breathing. She doesn’t have much time to react before he kisses her quickly, pulling back almost instantly and searching her eyes for a response.

She stands there, her eyes frozen wide.

“Well…well, say something.” Y/n stands up straight, her lips curving into a smile. “Bloody hell, y/n, say something.” She laughs to herself, a giddy feeling filling her heart as she turns around.

“Hermione will be looking for me. I should go,” she calls out as she races towards the door.

“Y/n, wait! I’m…I’m…sorry?”

Mustering all the courage she can, she turns around, winks, and replies: “Don’t be. I’m looking forward to seeing you later, Draco.”

Draco’s face burns bright red, and a smile graces his features as he lays back and closes his eyes.

In Your Mind - Fred Weasley | Harry Potter

Originally posted by moon-leviosa

Requested by Anonymus

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Fandom: Harry Potter

Warning: None

Number of words: 1265

It had been a few months since I last saw Fred freaking Weasley, after the Twins made a dramatical, and awesome, exit. We did send letters to each other but nothing more and nothing less. I missed my boyfriend so much and could not take it any longer. A few days ago, I graduated from Hogwarts and went to the Burrow to see Fred and his identical twin, George. I was not surprised when Molly, their mother told me that they just came back from helping the Twins to move into their new apartment. She also told me that it was above their upcoming store in the Diagon Alley. Now here I was, wet from the rain, waiting for them to open the door. I knocked once more and looked down at my hands. Fred had been my boyfriend for over a year and I was friends with him and his brother, since year one. All those years, I have kept a secret from them and it was scaring me. It scared me because it made me abnormal. Yeah, I was a witch but that is nothing compared to what I was.

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Heartbroken and feelings

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader

Prompt: “George x reader were he is convinced she’s in love with Fred because they’ve been spending time together and he’s heartbroken but really they’ve been talking about her feelings for George during that time because she’s convinced she isn’t good enough ??? Maybe it all comes to a fluffy head at the burrow during the holidays? :)”

Requested?: Yes, by the lovely anon:)

(A/N): I suck at titles. Someone teach me how to make good titles. I have a lack of that talent. 

Originally posted by mikeys-bitchh

George Weasley had a secret. No, he didn’t kill a man, no, he didn’t steal all the gold. He was in love with a girl, Y/n Y/l/n. She was smart, beautiful kind and funny. She had talent for a lot of things, but her smile was so bright, that thousands of wands couldn’t recreate such a brightness. 

George, however hadn’t told anyone, not even his own brother, Fred Weasley. That was because she was spending so much time with Fred lately, he was certain she was in love with Fred. And George didn’t want to stop their happiness. He sat alone on the sofa in the common room. Y/n and Fred were off, doing whatever they were doing. Little did he know, they were just talking in the library, about a certain person.


“Fred, I don’t know if you get it.” Y/n sighted as she pressed her head against the wooden table. Her heart was racing from frustration. “I’m just not good enough for your brother. He is smart and funny, not to mention pretty handsome. And I am just… Me.” 

“No, Y/n. You are the one who doesn’t get it. He would be luck to have someone like you. You are beautiful, smart and, I got to admit; if you try, you can be funny.” Fred threw his arms in the air. “You got to deal with you feelings one time soon.” Fred continued, his voice softer. 

“I know, but I don’t know if I can accept a ‘no’.” She looked up at Fred, her eyes big and sad. 

“You don’t have to take a no. You are a strong, independent woman. You can get what you want.” Fred shrugged. 

“Yeah, thank you. I guess that’s why you have so many dates.” Y/n said with a raised brow. 

“Hey, I’m just saying that he would probably date you.” 

Y/n huffed and looked away. “Yeah, maybe if I was better. Maybe if I was good enough.” Fred sighted dramatically, they had been talking about this for a few months now. 

“Woman, you are going to kill me one day.” 


George looked up as Fred and Y/n came in, obviously arguing about something. “Hey guys!” George said, happy that there was some kind of amusement. The arguing stopped and they both put on their innocent smiles. 

“Hello George.” Fred said with a smile. “I’m sorry, if you’ll excuse me.” He said, winking at Y/n before heading to his dorm. George raised a brow. 

“yeah, I should probably finish this essay.” Y/n said, her cheeks growing red. George, scratching the back of his neck, stepped aside. 

“I thought you were studying with Fred?” He asked, unsure if he wanted to know the answer. Y/n froze for a second before pretending to be okay. 

“We had important things to discuss, so we didn’t study much.” She breathed out. 

“You were gone for almost three hours, and I couldn’t join you.” George said softly. Without an answer, Y/n left the room, faster then she had ever done before. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” George asked his brother. 

“i certainly am not ignoring you. I am just spending time with Y/n.” Fred said with raised brows. 

“Yes, with your girlfriend!” George spat, hurt in his eyes, his voice bitter. He walked away. He walked away from his brother. Away from his problems. But he took his pain with him. 

George found himself sitting on a stair, he didn’t even know where he was. And he didn’t care. With a sight, he ran his hand over his face, only to find his voice wet with tear. He hadn’t noticed he was crying. He didn’t want to be sad, because Fred and Y/n were probably happy together. Yet, he couldn’t get rid of the aching pain in his chest. He knew his heart was broken. But he didn’t want to say, or even think about that. He needed to find peace with the fact that Y/n would be happy with Fred. There was nothing he could do about it. 


The twins sat in the train back home. it was Christmas break and Y/n got to stay with the Weasley’s for four days. Her parents were on a trip for work, and couldn’t make it in time. She and her best friends had been looking forwards to this moment, but it was really awkward. George didn’t say anything, he kept staring out the window. Fred was eying the two of them with confused looks. Y/n sighted and moved closer to George, placing a hand on his leg. He shot up and looked at her before his eyes drowned back in sadness. 

“Georgie, what is wrong? You have been acting strangely the last couple of days.” Y/n asked concerned. Her brows knitted together, a questioning look on her face. 

“Nothing is wrong Y/n. I’m fine.” He snapped. Slightly surprised by his respond, she moved back away. 

“Okay then, George.” Both of them felt a sting of pain in their chest by the way Y/n’s voice sounded. The warm, sweet tone was gone. She sounded distant, and cold. She had always known George would never see her like that. But this wasn’t something he would ever say to her. She guessed he didn’t even want to be friends. 


The event on the train seemed to be forgotten when everyone was in the Burrow. Ron wasn’t there, he had stayed a Hogwarts with hermione and Harry. It was the second night, and Y/ tortured with horrible nightmares. She shot up and looked around, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She remembered where she was when she heard Ginny turn around. Shaking, Y/n got up, wanting a glass of water. 

The stairs were unfamiliar, and when she bumped into someone, she softly squealed before feeling an arm around her waist. 

“Y/n?” It was George. Y/n relaxed but George kept his arm around her waist. 

“Why are you up?” Y/n was aware of his arm around her waist, the nightmare almost forgotten. 

“I had a nightmare, wanted something to drink. Nothing special. What about you?” 

“I haven’t slept well in a few days.” George admitted. Y/n was concerned, he did sound tired lately. 

“You know, my mother had told me a trick. Let’s go to the kitchen, maybe it’ll work.” Y/n let her hand slide in George’s hand and pulled him with her. 


“So, what is this magic trick your mother had thought you?” George asked as Y/n opened the fridge. She smiled and shook her head. 

“You’ll see.” She mixed some milk and chocolate, honey and a few herbs. she added sugar and poured it in a cup. “Drink.” George raised a brow at her and smiled. 

“Chocolate milk?” He asked. Y/n just grinned and waited for him to take a sip. Y/n smiled when she saw his eyes grow big and look back into the cup. 

“Y/n, what did you do with it? It is good, but weird.” Y/n smiled and shook her head. 

“It’s the herbs. It will help you. Just drink it and go to bed.” She smiled and made an attempt to leave. Yet, now maybe was the time to ask the question that had been bothering her for a while. 

“George, are you mad at me?” 

“Why would you think that?” His voice sounded really surprised. 

“It’s just… You have been ignoring me, almost. Did I do something wrong?” George swallowed, feeling nervous. 

“No, I was just a jerk I think.” Y/n jumped on the table, her legs dangling over the edge of the table. 

“Why do you say that?”

“I should just have accepted the fact that you and Fred are a couple. I mean, it was hard for reasons you wouldn’t understand but I’m really trying-” George got cut of by her laughter. 

“Why are you laughing.” 

“Because Fred and I aren’t a couple.” Y/n said, wiping away a tear. 

“yes, we spent a lot of time together, but not because I liked him! I asked him for advice, because I did like someone else and he is one of my best friends.” 

“Then why didn’t you ask me?” 

“Because it would have been rather awkward to talk about the feelings I have about you.” Y/n clapped a hand in front of her mouth, eyes wide. George was also surprised. 

“You… Like me?” Y/n sighted and rubbed her forehead, running her hands through her hair. 

“Yes. I do.” 

“Then why didn’t you tell me?” George was talking quit, like they were talking about something no one could hear. 

“Because I’m not good enough for you, obviously.” She stated. That comment hurt George, because she was everything he had ever dreamed of. Kind and sweet, funny and sarcastic, bright smile and eyes that held whole universes. Not to mention her pretty face or amazing body. 

“Why would you say that? You are the most sweetest, funniest, smartest and most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. When I first saw you, I knew I was lost. I knew my heart had belonged to you. It was like I saw an angel. Then I talked to you, and you were what I could only describe as a real angel.” 

“When did you get so sappy?” Y/n asked with a soft laugh. George smiled and brushed a lock of hair out her face. 

“I’m acting from my heart.” He whispered before leaning in and kissing her. Y/n was gladly surprised, she smiled against his lips and grabbed his collar, bulling him in between her legs. Her lags wrapped around his waist, hands on his face and neck. His hands lay on her waist and side of her face. He smiled too. The long kiss got interrupted by a yawn from George. 

“I guess the ‘magic trick’ does work?” She asked with a grin. “You better get into bed.” She said. George groaned. 

“But I want to kiss you again.” he whispered in her ear before kissing her cheek. 

“We will have time tomorrow.” She laughed. Jumping of the table, she pecked his lips. “Sweet dreams, Georgie.” She softly winked and turned around, walking a way. 

That night, a grin rested on both of their lips. They couldn’t wipe it off. They felt happy, knowing their feelings were answers. Knowing they wouldn’t be alone, they would have each other. 

Bludgers (Harry Potter x Reader)


Request: “Hi! Can I please have a Harry Potter with 9 10 and 13? :)”

9 - “I think I like you”

10 - “Stop fucking around with my emotions”

11 - “That’s just my luck these days”

Harry Potter slowly walked into the Great Hall in deep conversation with his best friend, Ron Weasley. He had recently found himself intrigued with one of the Gryffindor girls, who happened to have been friends with Hermione ever since the train ride to Hogwarts in their first year. They had bonded over their academic ability and was somebody who could be seen speaking and helping the Golden Trio with everything they needed, but wouldn’t be seen with them. Her name was Y/N, and Harry adored her. Whenever she was around, he found himself focusing hard on the way her soft lips pronounced her words, the way her eyes crinkled whenever she laughed, and he often found himself speechless at just how marvelously beautiful her smile was. Both Ron and Hermione had observed Harry’s change in behavior around her, but neither decided to speak about it in front of her; she was unaware of how different he acted and Harry would be embarrassed if she knew.

“I just, I think she’s amazing Ron. Do you think she’d accept if I asked her out?” Harry bit the side of his thumb as he bashfully spoke, avoiding Ron’s smirk and gaze.

“Not bloody likely! Haven’t you heard? Apparently she’s been snogging Goyle in Hogsmeade,” Ron took his lip into his mouth as he attempted to hide a humorous look on his face. 

That’s just my luck these days,” Harry sighed and stopped when he got to the benches at Gryffindor table, completely dumbfounded. It must have been Goyle’s greatest achievement to even be in the same vicinity as a girl as wonderful as her. He couldn’t comprehend why she would even look at him that way. Feeling slightly sick, Harry shook the thought away and sat down to breakfast; he put some toast and scrambled eggs on his plate and filled his goblet with orange juice. His eyes glanced to the Daily Prophet.

“It’s incredibly ridiculous, Y/N, you can’t go on a date with that slimy-” Harry’s head looked up as he saw Y/N and Hermione walk into the Great Hall, both had exasperated looks on their faces. Hermione sat down next to Ron, and Y/N opposite her, next to Harry. She smiled good morning to Harry and took some toast of her own, not eating as much as usual.

“I know, ‘Mione. However, I can’t go back on it now. I already said I would, and besides it’s just one date.” 

Hermione’s face was filled with disgust as she looked at her best friend across the table. She too found it hard to understand why Y/N of all people accepted a date with Goyle. It disgusted her; he and his entire gang were tiring and annoying, an Y/N was usually one to complain about them whilst in the Gryffindor Common Room.

“Who are you going out with, Y/N?” Harry asked, looking in her direction as Hermione’s facial expression changed to a more sympathetic one as she looked at Harry.

“Gregory Goyle. He seemed desperate enough and no one else has asked me out so why not?” She laughed as she teased the other three. “I’m just joking. I pitied him. He won’t speak to me again after this date, it’s just to say that he went out with me.”

Harry raised his eyebrows, his glasses shifting up his nose slightly. He wanted to persuade her not to go, but didn’t want an argument or for her to find out his true feelings of how much he loved her, so he kept quiet, turning back to his plate and stiffly finishing his breakfast. Y/N glanced to the clock at the front of the hall, seeing the time as eleven’o’clock. She finished her toast quickly and began to drink the rest of her water.

“Going somewhere?” Ron asked her. Y/N sighed, then nodded.

“I was really hoping you wouldn’t ask. I agreed to meet Goyle in the morning, so that I could have the evening to do homework. And I’m meeting him in fifteen minutes actually. So, um, yeah. Goodbye, I hope you all have a good day,” she smiled as she grabbed her bag and jogged out, Harry watching after her with longing eyes.

Harry’s heart ached for the rest of the day. What did Goyle have that he didn’t? He was a pureblood, yes, but she didn’t care about that. Harry did not seem to be big-headed but he was certainly a lot more attractive than Goyle was. He was a lot nicer than Goyle was. And he didn’t follow somebody around like a lost puppy, like Goyle did with Malfoy. Harry wasn’t sure how he felt after thinking about her snogging Goyle, the pig who can never think for himself. He thought about Malfoy being there too, telling him exactly what to do whilst she was with him; needless to say, Harry was sick to his stomach and incredibly infuriated. Infuriated with him, for taking her away, and deeply frustrated with her for not choosing him.

Harry was sat doing his Potions essay when she returned. Y/N walked into the Common Room, Hermione at her side, her face pale and her lips blue, as though she had saw a ghost. The two were muttering under their breath, and Harry couldn’t help but feel slightly happy when she came back, obviously dissatisfied with how it went. Ron’s eyes widened, and he too kneeled at her side. Harry couldn’t understand what the three were saying, but he slammed his book shut and held it, walking to the side of them and gaining her attention.

“Enjoy your date, did you? Can’t say I’d uh, quite enjoy it myself. Snogging Goyle and all. How was it?” He asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. An arrogant smirk was on his face as he asked her. Tears formed in her eyes as she frowned, looking at him and holding her head as she looked at him, to stop herself from fainting.

“What on Earth are you talking about, Harry?” she whispered, people around them were glancing around at the two and the silence in the room was uncanny. Nobody else around them was saying anything, and Harry and Y/N maintained eye contact.

“You know what I’m talking about. Stop fucking around with my emotions.”

Y/N gasped, horrified that Harry would suggest such a thing. She stood up, jogging to the girl’s dorms, shoving Harry as she went past him. She slammed the door to the girl’s dormitories behind her, and Hermione shot Harry an angry glare.

“Harry James Potter! She lost a bet, you arrogant git!” Hermione followed Y/N up to the girl’s dormitories and Harry stood still, looking at the direction that she was last sat. Ron was staring at him, biting his lip. 

The next time that Harry spoke to Y/N was the Quidditch match against Hufflepuff the week after the brawl in the Common Room. He saw that she had isolated herself from everybody and he felt a bit bad about what he had said to her and how he had told everybody in Gryffindor that she had went on a date with Goyle. She was beyond angry with him, he didn’t know any of the story and just assumed everything. She knew the Quidditch match would cause a problem between the two of them. She played Beater for Gryffindor, and he played Seeker. Lee Jordan began his commentation, Madam Hooch blew the whistle and the game began. Y/N watched as Cedric and Harry both rose on the broomsticks; Cedric was racing around helping his team, whilst Harry just remained in the same position. Y/N nearly crashed into him.

“Merlin, Potter. Move your ass!” She yelled, giving Harry a foul look. He made a snide remark back, which made Y/N fly her broom back towards him. She gave him an earful about respect and manners. Suddenly, he raced above the top of her head, making her scream in anger. She took her bat, and found the Bludger, hitting it at Harry as hard as she could. He screamed, not moving out of the way quickly enough; the Bludger hitting him, causing him to off his broom. She felt bad immediately and stood there helpless as he fell a minimum of fifty feet from the air. The Gryffindor’s booed while the Slytherin’s watching cheered. Harry had still caught the Snitch, and so her team had won.

Y/N was unable to face Harry for three days after that. He was currently staying in the Hospital Wing; he had broken six bones during the match and was managing to throw up his food, whatever had happened had damaged him badly. Madam Pomfrey assured everybody that it could be fixed, but there was still a constant burning sensation in Y/N’s chest. She knew it was time to apologise.

Hastily, she practically ran through the stone walls of Hogwarts and made her way to the Hospital Wing. There she saw Harry, alone and reading a book. She paced towards him, gaining his attention. He rolled his eyes when he saw her, a strong hurt embedded deep inside of his chest as he looked away from her. Y/N took a step towards his bed, and opened her mouth to talk before Harry cut her off.

“Just- go. I don’t want you here. You attacked me, blatantly. We were on a team! Go.”

Her eyes widened, and she did as he wished. She left, straight away. When she got back to the Common Room, she wiped tears from her cheeks. Hermione gave her a confused look, and she grabbed her arm, taking her to the corner. Hermione hugged her and let her sob into her shoulder, rubbing Y/N’s back as she hiccuped and struggled to get a proper sentence out. 

“H-he means so much to me, ‘Mione. I know what I did was so stupid, but I was angry at him, I don’t understand how he could say that to me, and I bet he doesn’t understand why I attacked him.. I just went to apologise and he basically kicked me out of the Hospital Wing. He hates me, a-and I just, I love him so much.” Hermione smiled as she finally admitted her feelings. Y/N had been in denial for a long while about her love for Harry.

“I know, Y/N. Ron and I both know. I can’t excuse what you did, but I can talk to him when I visit him later, if you wanted?” Y/N nodded, happy that she had a friend as good to her as Hermione was. 

Hermione put Y/N in the girls dormitory and told her to wait there, which she did. She traveled to the Hospital Wing and her eyes widened with surprise when she saw Ginny there. She made her way next to Harry’s bed.

“Hey, Hermione.”

“How are you feeling Harry?” She asked, looking intensely at him and glancing at the small cuts on his face.

The boy sighed. “Terrible, I was a bit hard on Y/N earlier and I have no idea if she’ll come back.”

Ginny tensed up next to him. It was no secret to everybody that Ginny fancied Harry, and had done ever since she first saw him. Unfortunately for her, Harry was more interested in Y/N and she was going to have to accept that.

“About that, Harry. She just came to the Common Room, crying her eyes out, because she feels awful about everything. I really think the two of you need to sort things out.” Harry nodded and glanced to the doorway. He never wanted to argue with her, he let jealousy push her away and he was desperate to get her back.

Hermione told Y/N that she had spoke to Harry and she skipped happily to the Hospital Wing the next day, eager to sort things with Harry. However, when she got to his bed and opened the curtain, she was faced with Ginny. She looked up at Y/N, a foul look on her face.

“Why are you here? You’re the reason he’s in here.” She muttered, frowning slightly at Y/N.

“Ginny-” Harry tried to intervene, but Y/N knew there would be nothing to stop her from taking Harry away from her.

“I’m here to apologise and sort things out, actually. I’d like it if you could leave.”

Ginny gasped, standing up and walking towards the girl. “I’m not leaving, if you want to talk to Harry you can do it while I’m sat here.”

“Why? So you can make sure nobody takes him from you? Harry, she fancies you. Did you know?”

“You went on a date with Goyle!” 

Y/N was a bit taken aback, but Harry interrupted.

“Ginny, please go. You can come back if you really want, but this is a conversation between Y/N and I.”

Ginny rolled her eyes, grabbing her bag and leaving in a huff. Y/N sat down in the seat next to Harry’s bed. She exhaled softly, before speaking.

I think I like you, Harry. No, I know I like you.”


“You heard me, Harry. I’m very in love with you.” And in that moment, she pressed a kiss to Harry’s lips. He moved to hold her waist as she leant over the side of his bed. The two were complete with one another and the moment, even though Harry was in pain, there was nothing which would damage the value of the time shared together at that time. The two kept their kiss lingering for a long time, both incredibly happy and content with the other.

Smoker - Request

Requested by @hannah-aureum: i just found the greatest picture of Tom felton (Draco) if you would ever write about hermione or the reader showing him muggle things to calm him down after the war 💞 (like cigarettes because he’s smoking in it lmao).

Hidden word courtesy of @lame-lozer: Fillet - A fleshy boneless piece of meat from near the loins or the ribs of an animal.

Pairing: Draco x reader/Hermione (I never mention her name so it can be both)

Word count: 1.814

Also, smoking!Draco and a very very very very discreet sexual innuendo.

A/N: I’m not sure I like this one, I feel like it’s too off character but you’ll be the judges. Also, I’m not good at being romantic.
Also, also, this was due for yesterday but I had trouble and it didn’t upload.


Originally posted by dramione-feltson-forever

The street was loud and crowded. The air smelled of fried food, dirt and smog, and the sky looked grey and the ambience was humid. The cars honked loudly, the traffic was chaotic and the few people on foot couldn’t help but to complain just as much.

“London could use a new government, look at this street! I’ve never seen anything dirtier!”

“I hate this weather! It isn’t raining, but it isn’t sunny either!”

“Don’t you hate cars? They are loud and look at how polluted everything is because of them!”

They would complain day and night, craving for a magical solution to their problems but refusing to believe in magic at all.

There was a blond man leaning against the wall of a coffee shop, chuckling at every word he heard. It was all a joke to him; those people had no idea what it was really like, and it seemed like they would never know it at all.

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wirtanzenimregen  asked:

28 or 29 for drarry?^^

this takes place during eighth year (also im doing 29)

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Harry didn’t want to do it. He really didn’t want to do it. But he had exhausted all his efforts in getting his potions grade up. He had even tried having Hermione help him, which did nothing because all she did was yell at him. This was his last resort. He had to ask Draco Malfoy to tutor him in potions.

It’s not like they still hated each other or anything, but it was still awkward when they hd to talk to each other. They certainly weren’t friends. And they certainly didn’t cast longing glances at each other from across the classroom when they thought the other wasn’t looking.

Harry walked into the library and saw Draco sitting in a corner of the room alone, reading. He took a deep breath and swallowed his pride before approaching the blond.

He stood before Draco and, when he didn’t look up from his book, cleared his throat.

Draco slowly looked up at Harry and raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, Potter?”

I need your help.”

This piqued Draco’s interest, so he quickly shut his book and smirked at Harry.

“Oh really?”

Harry sighed. He knew this wasn’t going to be easy.

“I’m failing potions, and I could really use your help.”

Draco snorted.

“What about Grang-”

“We already tried that. It didn’t work. Please, Draco. Slughorn said you’re the best in the class.”

Draco’s eyes widened slightly at the use of his first name coming out of Harry’s mouth, but he tried to play it off like it didn’t matter to him.

“I don’t know, Potter. What’s in it for me?”

Harry rolled his eyes.

Anything. Please just help me. I will get on my knees and bed if I have to.”

A picture of Harry on his knees in front of him quickly flooded Draco’s mind, but he shook the thought from his head. Now was neither the time nor place for that.

“I…yeah, fine. I’ll help you,” He agreed.

Harry smiled at him, and Draco was sure that was the first time that the Boy Who Lived had ever looked at him with such genuine kindness. He couldn’t help but give him a small smile back.

“When can we start?” Harry asked eagerly. 

Draco chuckled.

“I’m not doing anything right now, if you’d like to start looking over some things.”

“That sounds fantastic!” Harry exclaimed, a little too loudly for Madam Pince’s liking, before quickly grabbing a chair and pulling it over to where Draco was sitting.

Harry handed Draco his textbook, and Draco opened to the page with the potion that they’ve been working on in class. He explained in depth about how to do everything to absolute precision, but Harry was more focused on the fact that Draco’s voice sounded so soothing to him.

“Does it make more sense now?” Draco asked when he finished. 

Harry was slightly disappointed that he was done talking, but he nodded his head, even though he really hadn’t registered anything Draco had just said. He suddenly got a surge of Gryffindor courage and decided to seize it.

“Draco, would you, um, like to go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend?” 

Harry was blushing furiously, but he stared straight into Draco’s steel-colored eyes.

Draco was taken aback at the abrupt question. No one had wanted anything to do with him after the war, so having Harry Potter ask him out on a date was quite the surprise. But it was a good surprise.

“Yeah, I would really like that, actually.”

Harry didn’t really know what to say, having not expected Draco to actually say yes, so he just gave a curt nod before turning to leave, but Draco called his name before he left, causing Harry to whip back around to look at him.

“I can meet with you again after dinner tonight to help you some more. If you want.”

Harry grinned at him.

“That sounds great. See you then.”

Harry then walked out of the library, unable to keep the large smile off of his face.

H.G x Reader #14

Prompt: Hermione and you are separated during the war and you are never found (alive or not). Hermione thinks, hopes, that you are still alive but… thankfully, though unbeknownst to you, you didn’t leave her completely alone.

You breathed in deeply.


Freedom had a particular scent that many people often overlooked but, Merlin. It’s so good to be alive and well that you almost cry.

Only one thing kept you alive during your darkest hours.


The witch that stole your heart. The one who you had given everything for and the one you were going to marry after the war.

But then you got captured. You disappeared in the middle of the war, never to be see again. Or at least that’s what it felt like to you. But you had to find Hermione. You had to clear things up with her. You needed to see her. Hear her voice. Feel her touch.

You were so thirsty and deprived of her love that you were pretty sure it had affected you somehow.

You walked up to a small shop. It was run by muggles but, surely, they’d give you the time of the day, right?

You walked up the steps to the small shop and pulled open the door. You flinched slightly at the bell that chimed above the door and made your way toward the young man behind the cash register.

You walked up to him and tapped your fingers against the counter. He looked up from his phone, pocketing it, and smirked lightly, shamelessly looking you up and down. He must have been in grade school! Maybe in uni.

You swallowed down your bile and have him a faux smile. Be charming.

You leaned against the counter and grinned slyly.

“How can I help you, ma?” He smiled, flashing you grilled teeth.

Oh. He’s American.

You ignored the urge to roll your eyes and bit your lip.

“I was wondering if you could tell me what time it is, good sir.”

“Sure thing. Anything for you, gorgeous.” He pulled out his device and flashed you the screen.

13:27, August 2, 2001

You stared at the screen in consternation. Had it really been over 3 years?!

It took you a few seconds to process that the young man, Jake, as his name tag read, had been calling you repeatedly.

“I- uh- um- thank you, Jake. Thank you so much, but I uh-”

You pushed away from the counter, nearly bumping into a woman who was making her way toward the cashier. You apologized quickly and waved at the confused male.

“Thanks!” With that you ran out, nearly tripping down the stairs and began your search for the entrance to the wizarding world.

Luckily after several hours of searching you found The Leaky Cauldron and managed to sneak into Diagon Alley.

As you stepped out into the bustling street of witches and wizards you released a deep breath you had been holding.

You had no idea if Hermione was even living here or in the muggle world. You could only guess that she would be here. It was logical, right? She obliviated her parents so basically she had no one in the muggle world unless she had restored their memories…

Here at least she had all her friends. Well… if they had even survived. Wait, had Hermione survived?

Merlin, I hope everyone is okay.

You stood in the middle of the street until someone bumped into you, nearly causing you to hit your head against a window of a shop. You growled slightly at the rude passerby but looked up at the sign of the shop.

It was unfamiliar. It was new. The Cauldron Shop should have been here. But now it was another shop.

You looked down the street and saw that The Cauldron Shop had been moved. As had been many other stores.

You chewed your lip and walked toward Flourish and Blotts’s which, luckily, was still in the same place you remembered.

Just as you were about to enter you were knocked straight off your feet.

You fell onto your back with a groan and several people paused to gawk.

[Y/n]!?” You heard a familiar voice cry out.

Many people began murmuring amongst themselves, pointing at you and gasping.



“[Y/n] [Y/L/n]?”

“-but she died during the war-”

“-they never found her body!”

“It doesn’t matter! Look! She’s alive!”

You ignored the people, feeling far to exposed and looked at the figure crouching in front of you.

You felt your eyes widen as tears began to form almost instantly as you recognized the figure.

“H- Harry?” You whimpered, a hand flying up to your mouth.

He nodded frantically, pulling you up to your feet.

You stared at him in stupefaction as he did the same to you. A tear slid down his cheek, mouth agape, as you studied each other silently.

“Merlin, [Y/n]-” his voice cracked. He grabbed you by the waist and pressed you tightly against his body.

You threw your arms over his shoulders, hugging back just as fiercely, a sob escaping your throat.


“-[Y/n],” he cried.

Neither of you could finish your sentences as you wept into each other’s shoulders.

My best friend. My brother.

You held on as tightly as you could and inhaled the familiar scent that was all him.

It must have been weird but, to you, having had been separated from your family for so long, the scent made you feel right at home.

You don’t know how long you stayed there in the middle of the street, rocking each other in comfort.

Watchers eventually left but news of your arrival were beginning to spread like wildfire.

You sheepishly pulled away from Harry but you kept each other at arms length. He wiped his tears (and snot) on the collar of his shirt.

“Where have you been?” He asked, his voice hoarse.

You shook your head looking away.

“I can’t tell you in front of…”

“[Y/n] I have something to tell you.” Harry muttered over his cup of firewhiskey.

You looked up, raising a brow.

“It’s about Hermione.” He sighed.

Immediately you sat up. “Hermione? What about her?”

So far Harry had confirmed that everyone was alright, but despite your constant questions about your girlfriend- or now quite possibly ex girlfriend- he refused to release any information about her.

He had very generously shown you a photo of Hermione one, a recent one, and you nearly sobbed.

She was so beautiful. She had grown into the most gorgeous woman you had ever seen. She always had been beautiful as a teenager but gods, you were sure the photo wasn’t even doing her enough justice. You couldn’t even imagine what she looked like in person.

While he was showing you the photo he kept in his wallet you managed to sneak a few glances at some other photos of your friends. But that was about it.

Now though, he might just be inebriated enough to spill some beans.

He slapped a hand to his forehead, groaning slightly. “I should not have said that.” He raised the mug up to his lips, muttering angrily to himself.

You brought your fist down onto the table. “Harry! Please! Look at me.”

Harry looked at you for a few seconds but he seemed unfocused.

“Please, tell me about Hermione,” you pleaded.

He shook his head. Tears were welling up in your eyes again though and Harry, feeling a brotherly love toward you, felt his heart break.

You bit your lip to keep from whimpering and kept his gaze.

He sighed, rubbing his temple. “Don’t look at me like that. Don’t cry. Please- just don’t. I won’t tell you anything about Hermione other than the fact that she’s fine. You do need to see her though. I imagine you have a lot to catch up on. I can take you to go see her if you want.” He answered.

“Please! Please do!” You answered immediately.

He nodded and checked the small watch on his wrist.

“She should be out of work by now…”

Harry and you stood outside the porch of your lover’s home now. Several minutes had passed but… you just didn’t know if you were ready.

Harry had called Hermione, asking her if he and an ‘old friend’ could drop by, to which she agreed. He hadn’t told her that friend was you.

Your heart was beating so hard and so loudly you were surprised it hadn’t yet fallen out of your chest. You were breathing heavily as your nerves kicked in, replacing the excitement with anxiety.

“What are you waiting for?” Harry inquired, softly.

You sighed quietly. “I’m not sure how to do this,” you whispered, weakly. “I don’t know what to expect. I don’t even think I’m ready.”

Harry grabbed your shoulders and turned you toward him. He grabbed your chin, looking into your eyes reassuringly.

“Hey, listen to me… I can’t tell you when you are or you’re not ready, but if you’re afraid of what Hermione will do… well, you know she loved you just as much as you did with her. She still does and it has broken my heart countless times to see her so heartbroken over you. As for what to expect, you gave her the best part of you that you could give her … I think you’ll love the little part of you Hermione has been holding onto so dearly.”

Harry pressed a kiss to your forehead. and gave your shoulder a gentle reassuring squeeze.

You looked down, knitting your brows in confusion.

“Wait… what do you mean the best part of-”

Harry had already rung the doorbell. You closed your mouth immediately and waited with baited breath for the door to open.

You slid behind Harry, shielding yourself with him but barely managing to a) because he’s shorter than you and b) because the door had opened.


You felt your heart stop altogether as Hermione stepped through the door, grinning at Harry and giving him a hug.

You felt your heart stop at the sound of her voice. Merlin… her voice.

After pulling away Harry stepped aside. Still smiling, Hermione looked beside him about to greet his friend when she saw you.

She froze, her eyes widening. She paled and slapped a hand to her mouth as she gasped. Her brows pinched together and her eyes became glossy as she shook her head.

Your heart pained at the expression. It was one that your had seen many times before and you hated seeing it. She was about to cry because of you.

You broke the silence. “Hey, 'Mione.”

Hermione whimpered at the use of her old nickname. No one had used that name for here since you had disappeared. She couldn’t even believe this was you.

“[Y/n]?” She whispered? She walked toward you and looked at Harry as if she couldn’t believe you were here. Harry nodded, confirming to her that this was indeed you.

“Hello, my love.” You murmured.

A sob broke out of her lips and she fell to the floor right before she reached you. You shot out and grabbed her by the arms, the both of you sinking gently into the ground.

You sat down, Hermione sitting on your lap. She gripped your arms tightly.

“[Y/n], where have you been?” She cried. “Where were you? What happened? Are you okay? Wh-”

Her voice cracked and that’s when she broke down. I would rather literally have my heart ripped out than seeing Hermione like this. She threw her arms over your neck and sobbed into your shoulder.

Neither of you noticed but Harry slipped inside to give the two of you some time to yourselves.

You were crying too. You were both crying on her doorstep like lunatics but after everything that had occurred you just couldn’t bring yourself to care.

After a while outside just crying, Hermione and you moved to sit on the couch in front of the fireplace. You were both sitting next to each other -Hermione sitting pretty much on top of you- in silence.

You smiled in relief and felt your heart jump for joy as you studied Hermione’s finger. She still had the engagement ring you had given her right before the last battle.

“I could never get rid of it,” Hermione explained, as if reading your thoughts. She ran her hands through your hair and watched as your eyes became cloudy with tears.

You grabbed both of her hands a pressed gentle kisses onto her knuckles. Hermione smiled softly.

“You never fell in love again?” You asked.

She shook her head, “I never could. I can’t. I don’t want to.” She wrapped her arms around your waist and nuzzled into your neck “It’s only been you. It always had been and it always will be.”

You kissed her temple and wrapped your arms securely around her waist.

Hermione took her head out of your shoulder and looked at you. Words could not describe the way she felt. She was so much more than happy. And the way you were looking at her was making her insides turn to mush.

You always have had that effect on me, she mused to herself.

Your eyes were sparkling with mirth and your were smiling at her like she was the most precious thing you’d ever seen.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Hermione asked, her cheeks flushing under your intense gaze.

In truth, she already knew why you were looking at her like that. She had had that look directed to her by you for years. But it had been years since you had smiled at her that way, since you had looked at her that way.

She missed hearing your voice, especially hearing you say how much you loved her. You used to tell her how much you loved her all the time. You spent your every waking moment worshipping her. She felt she could take on the world because you were always there for her. She felt like a goddess and as ridiculous as it sounded when she tried to explain that to Ron and Harry, when she had confessed that to you, you merely smiled, said ’Then I’m doing my job right’ and proceeded to kiss her.

She wanted to hear you say ’I love you’ again. She craved it.

You caught the knowing glint in Hermione’s eye and twinkled tenderly.

“I think you know why.” You answered, softly.

Hermione’s heart fell. Maybe you didn’t love her anymore. Maybe she had misinterpreted your expression because she was so desperate to see it again. Maybe-

“Hermione, I love you.”

Hermione’s breath caught in her throat. You leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss onto her lips.

Hermione whimpered against your lips.

When you pulled away you rested your foreheads against each other and just gazed into each others eyes.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Hermione mumbled after a while, fiddling with her ring.

Confused, you nodded and motioned for her to continue.

“But, before I tell you, I just want to say… thank you. You gave me the best part of you that you could ever give me. I have no regrets.”

You furrowed your brows, completely dumbfounded.

“You know, Harry said that earlier. What do you mean 'I gave you the best part of me’?”

Hermione took a deep breath and smiled fondly. You didn’t know at what though. You were about to ask her when she interrupted you.

“I… have a son.”

You stared at her. She has a son? So she did move on then?

A small part of your heart broke and your eyes watered but you gave her a tiny smile.

We had plans to make our own family. I guess I’m too late.

She watched you carefully for a few seconds.

“You have a son?” You asked quietly.

She nodded, biting her lip. “Well actually-”


You both turned to look at the doorway leading upstairs simultaneously. Harry stood proudly at the base of the stairs with his hand resting gently on the back of a toddler’s head.

Hermione felt her heart skip.

You didn’t know this, but she knew her son like the back of her hand. When he had said ’mummy’ he wasn’t referring to Hermione. He was referring to you.

Since the day she had found out she was pregnant Hermione had shown her son photos and spoken about you to him. Recognizing you from the photos, her son eagerly ran toward you.

“Oh!” You stumbled back slightly, not prepared for the tiny body colliding with your legs.

“This is him?” You asked.

“Yes.” She replied, her voice soft.

You took a deep breath and looked down at the little boy. He was breathtaking. Dammit. There’s no way I can hate this guy, I already know it.

You studied him as he looked up at you, grinning. You couldn’t help but smile. There were certain traits that immediately stood out to you. He was definitely Hermione’s son.

His hair was all her. The hair that you loved to play with at night. Soft, brown, but definitely hard to control curls.

His eyes were all her. The eyes you fell in love with. Warm, chestnut colored and bright.

The light dusting of freckles across his cheeks was all her. You used to kiss Hermione across the bridge of her nose and try to count all the tiny constellations before falling asleep every night. They always made your heart melt.

The smile was all her. The smile that made your heart skip and the smirk that drive you crazy. Smart and mischievous and completely contagious.

Like his mother, he shared the small dimple on his right cheek that became prominent when he smiled widely. You chuckled at the memory of poking Hermione’s dimple whenever she couldn’t stop smiling

You continued to study him closely and ran a hand loosely through his hair.

Hermione and Harry watched as you interacted silently with the boy. They shared a smirk when the boy have you a loopsided smile and you chuckled.

“So you’re Hermione’s little Prince, aren’t you?” You asked under your breath.

The boy flushed and nuzzled into your leg to hide himself. Okay, that was totally, absolutely Hermione.

“Who’s his father?” You questioned, crouching down to poke the child’s tummy. He tried to push away your fingers but he was squealing in delight.

Hermione sucked in a breath but you paid her no mind. Harry shot her a look that said ’go on’.


You hummed, not taking your eyes or hands off the boy.

“[Y/n]?” Hermione repeated. You looked up at her, raising a brow.

“He doesn’t have a father.”

You pursed you lips and stood up, glancing down sadly at the child. “What happened to him? Did he die-”

“No!” Hermione grabbed your shoulders and made you look her in the eye. She bent down to pick him up and bounced him on her hip.

“Look at him.”

“Uh… I already did…,” you said, trailing off. You looked at Hermione like she was crazy.

“Look at him closely. Who does he look like?”

“I did look at him. He looks just like you, hands down. Honestly, even if you hadn’t told me he was yours I could have guessed it-”

“[Y/n],” Harry sighed, rubbing his forehead frustratedly. Honestly, you could be so dense sometimes.


Hermione put up a hand to silence the both of you. Not wanting to die you both shut up immediately.

“[Y/c/n],” Hermione cooed. Oh, so that’s his name. The boy looked up at his mother. “Who is she?” She pointed at you.

“Mummy!” He declared immediately.

“I beg your pardon?” You looked at Hermione, puzzled. Why is the laddie calling me 'mummy’?

“[Y/n]… my son is- well- he is your son. He’s our son. He is the best part of you you gave me. I was pregnant during the war.”

A/n: Comment for part 2💗

Bookmarks and Chocolates - Pansmione Valentine’s Day One-Shot

So I always default Drarry for things, but when I noticed the Be Mine Challenge by @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnet it was a good excuse to write some Pansmione!! I don’t write f/f pairings often enough! Got tad longer than I’d planned though…

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Bookmarks and Chocolates - 2.4k - First Valentine’s Day Together

Hermione twisted a piece of her hair nervously. The package in her pocket felt heavier than it ought to. Even in the library, there was no escaping what day it was. Valentine’s day. There was whispering, and some snogging in between the shelves. There was pink everywhere, which Hermione had scoffed at. Too cliché, she thought. Too easy to give a girl something pink and flowery, and covered in hearts.

Her eyes darted over to Pansy. The Slytherin was leaning back in her chair, which was turned out slightly, with one foot resting on the seat next to her, and her book resting on that raised thigh. It was a tad scandalous, given that her skirt has slid up, revealing a rather large patch of inner thigh. Blinking, Hermione glanced back at her notes.

The package only felt heavier, which was ridiculous given what it was. It had been an impulsive purchase, and really, she regretted it. Ever since then, she’d only felt stressed about it. They obviously weren’t exchanging anything, or Pansy would have given her something already. She wasn’t one to waste time.

They could hardly call what they were doing dating anyway. Hermione didn’t care for labels, but one would be helpful, on such a day, just so she’d know what to do. They’d never really gone out anywhere for a date. And they’d only kissed a few times. Well, several times really, but nothing further. They did spend almost every day together after class, in the library, but Hermione was studying. Pansy didn’t really study, even though she got good grades. She was always reading a book though, and she always had a different bookmark.

Which was why Hermione had felt the impulse to buy the one she’d seen in Hogsmeade. Which was stupid. Pansy probably had one like it anyway, in her apparently vast collection. Biting her lip, Hermione looked back down at her notes. She’d written nothing in over an hour.

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