All I Need (Part 4 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’/’I Think We’re In Trouble’): Y/N gets asked on a date and the marauders are not having it.
It Meant Something (Part 5 to ‘A Muggle?’/’It’s Me’/’I Think We’re In Trouble’/All I Need’): The marauders apparently didn’t learn their lesson, and decide to meddle with Y/N’s love life a little more.
it was my fifth year at Hogwarts; school of witchcraft and wizardry. i’ve learned to accept my house, ravenclaw, throughout these few years. growing up with a house full of slytherins, i suppose i just assumed i would be one too. but it all makes sense now, how my older brothers would push me around and my mother scolding me every day since i was young. the only person i truly felt myself around was Draco. i know, complete nonsense, how this cold hearted being was the one shoulder i’d lean upon. but it’s the truth. i remember the days my family would visit the Malfoy Mansion and we would scurry across the gardens and hide behind the trees. i remember how the grass would turn into dirt by the footsteps of our tiny shoes and his mother would yell at us, playfully, to get away from the flowers. a memory that soon turned to dust by the time we were eleven.
our first year at Hogwarts, Draco kept me by his side. he introduced me to Crabbe and Goyle, held my hand during the boat ride, and gave me hug before he was sorted into slytherin. i ran up, excited to join my best friend at the slytherin table, that i almost missed the loud cry of ravenclaw ringing throughout the room. i kept glancing back at a disgusted looking malfoy as i sat with the other ravenclaws. a boy with wide rimmed glasses and shaggy jet black hair smiled at me as i sadly accepted where i stood. apart from the only friend i had.
draco ignored me afterwards. with every chance he would get, he would pick on me and my new companions, malicus and juliet. but more focusing on me, calling me a blood traitor and a filthy animal. he ended up despising the mention of my name, and our childhood was soon vanished. the grass were soon green and full of weed.
one day, fourth year, he went up to me after potions.
“hey, l/n,” he says sharply, “no entourage today, eh?”
“not that it’s any of your business,” i say, “but they have their own classes to worry about.”
“of course,” he scoffs, “lover boy and the mudblood.”
i try to ignore his remarks, picking up the speed my tired feet could carry. he senses my anger and pulls my strings even more.
“what, l/n?” he barks at me from behind, “can’t take a little insult against your pesky friends?”
i look down, covering my tears from his view. he knows how easily i cry. “got somethin’ to say to me, blood traitor?!”
i slow my pace, coming to a stop in the middle of the hallway. students pass by, bumping my shoulder every now and then as i waited to face draco. i see his newly cleaned shoes and his green and black robes flowing in front of me.
looking up, i see his signature smirk as he stares at my gloomy yearned eyes.
he scoffs once again, “why?”
i shrug, “why are you doing this? what changed?”
he leans down to my level, his silver like eyes staring right back at me. “everything changed the moment you sat down next to that git, lover boy of yours. when you accepted being nothing more than an ignorant ravenclaw.”
“i can’t change who i am! ravenclaw is part of me, why can’t you accept that?!”
he shakes his head vigorously, a dark frown upon his face. “no, y/n. i can’t. you’re nothing more than another useless fake,” he spits out, “just like your muggle father.”
i gasp slightly at his hurtful words. he knows the story of my parents. how my father couldn’t bare the wizarding world and his memories erased. how i couldn’t bare having all this weight on my mother and how she blamed it on me. Draco was my only source of comfort during those years of non-ending tears. when he would force me to tell me what was wrong everytime i would have a frown on my face. i would express my feelings with simple sentences like “i feel at pain when you ignore me” or “i do not like how i am treated when you are near”
and i never thought i would say one after those years of distance again, but with a tired soul and watery eyes, i shakily say to him,
What are the symptoms of ADHD besides hyperactivity? All I've been exposed to is stereotypes of what it's like to have ADHD and I want to learn more!
well here’s what it’s like for me
feeling like you need to Do Shit All The Time
like, literally every second
if you aren’t stimulated for even a second you’re incredibly bored
boredom is literally painful
it’s worse than death
worse than e v e r y t h i n g
feelin that sweet Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria™ any time you get teased or insulted
when you’re listening to music you always tune it out eventually
not picking up on social cues At All
actually, what are social cues?
can’t regulate attention
not interesting = not worth paying attention to
hyperfocus for hours
“wAIT ITS 4 PM WHAT THE F U C K”
did i forget to eat again
The Thoughts go from point a to point g in less than one (1) fuckin sentence
*someone says a thing* what *person repeats thing* what *person repeats thing again and you still don’t hear them but dont ask what again in case they think ur weird*
*someone says a thing* what *person starts to repeat said thing; you reply less than a second after they start*
using subtitles all the time so you don’t have to go back twenty times to determine What The Fuck someone said
“sorry i tuned you out for that entire sentence can you repeat that”
needing e x t r e m e l y s p e c i f i c d i r e c t i o n s
EXTREMELY POOR VOLUME CONTROL TBH
tfw that thing u were working on falls apart and u cant redo it bc u already did it and that would be boring
long blocks of text are Extremely Hard to Read
ur fuckin brain works 12 times as fast as everyone elses. for every ADHD person it’s somethin different. for me it’s puns. ill choke on my own laughter at a pun an Entire Second before anyone else even gets it
The Leg Bounce™
that ADHD feel when you
^^ that one is a True Marker of an ADHD person. only ADHD people understand.
-draco may seem like a lil shit still BUT NO MY SMOL BEAN THE PUREST OF ANGELS
- SCORPIUS AND DRACO’S RELATIONSHIP
-DRACO BEING PROTECTIVE OF SCORPIUS AND CONFRONTING/FIGHTING HARRY FUCKING POTTER OH BOYYYY
-did I mention Scorpius? My sweet child king of my heart
-D R A C O M A L F O Y
-scorpius being the geek of the year and thinking his dad is disappointed with him or whatever shit like!!!!! BOOOOOY!!!!!!! HE WILL FUCK GOD UP FOR U!!!!! WHAT R U TALKING ABOUT HE LO VES U
-draco actually being like ?? the best parent ?? in this story ?? YES DAMN RIGHT MY SON
- scorpius being super fucking nerd my precious child
-OK BUT HOLD IT DRACO BEING ALL SAD FOR ASTORIA OH MY FUCKING GOD
-“I would sell my soul for another minute with Astoria” NOOOO SMOL CHILD HERE SELL MY SOUL IT IS YOURS NOS
-i have found out i’m low-key drastoria trash
-THE MALFOYS COME ONCE AGAIN TO SAVE THE WIZARDING WORLD FROM THIS DISGRACE MAKING THE WORLD A LESS MURKIER PLACE
-also what the flying fuck why did Astoria have to die why can’t my son draco be fucking happy why do you hate me jkr
-alSO why didn’t scorpius find Astoria alive in any of the alternative realities i’m screaming
- aLSo the fuck with the rumour of my lil scorpius being voldy’s child and draco fucking harry up as soon as he mentioned it why can’t u let my children be happy stop hurting them with this bullshit
-ALSO DRACO/HARRY CONVERSATION ABOUT THE TIME TURNER AND DRACO/ASTORIA I’M TRASHHHH
-ALSO DRACO DEFIED LUCIUS FOR HER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA PUREST OF BEANS THE SMOLEST OF CHILDREN
-I love them
-the cursed child is me i’m cursed with this love
SIDE NOTE BUT WHY ISN’T EVERYONE TALKING MORE ABOUT THE FACT THAT FUCKING ALBUS FUCKING KISSED HIS FUCKING AUNT LIKE ¿¿¿??? but then again the malfoys!!!!! so pure!!!!!!!! so loving!!!!!!! THE ONLY GOOD THING IN THIS FUCKING BOOK!!!!!!!
I really haven’t written very much yet, but I thought I’d post a masterlist anyway to help with any problems organization wise. Also, sidenote: I’m hoping to have more up soonish, so thanks for being patient ily.
“For me, I don’t even think it has anything to do with other people thinking they know me. It’s more that I want to leap in and say certain things and do certain things, but I always seem to h o l d m y s e l f b a c k.”