parkinsons is not funny i know that

  • Draco: It's Potter's birthday today. What should I get him?
  • Pansy: You were going to get him something..?
  • Draco: Yeah. Like a joke gift. Oh Merlin it would be so funny. I could get him Hippogryff poo in a gift bag or something stupid from Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes or an engagement ring. You know, the possibilities are endless.
  • Pansy: ....

Imagine it’s eighth year after Harry and Draco get together. Suddenly Pansy and Hermione have to see each other more and more because their friends are going out, but “that doesn’t mean we have to like it, Draco”. Each time they greet each other they spit out “Granger” and “Parkinson” like venom.

When the snickers start, they both assume they just missed an inside joke. After a while, it finally becomes too much. Pansy pulls Draco aside and demands to know what’s so funny. He smirks, telling her, “Your ‘Granger’ sounds a lot like how I used to say ‘Potter’.” Pansy goes bright red and elbows him, but Draco notices she isn’t quite as spiteful towards Hermione anymore.

When he and Harry see the girls clasping hands a few days later, they aren’t even surprised. The four still greet each other with biting surnames, but now there’s a bit more snogging afterward.

Draco's Sufferings
  • Draco: (drawls) Potty and the Weasel, the boy who lives on sympathy and his snotty blood-traitor friend!
  • Pansy: Ha ha, nice one Draco.
  • Draco: (smirks) And that mudblood that comes trailing along after them...
  • Crabbe: woohoo!
  • Draco: a lowly servant!
  • Goyle: yeah!
  • Draco: As if they are the only people in her world!
  • Pansy: ...
  • Draco: (angrily) I don't know what she sees in those idiots!
  • Crabbe: ...
  • Draco: I am so much better than them!
  • Goyle: ...
  • Draco: ...
  • Pansy: ...
  • Draco: I'm sorry, did I say that out loud?

request: “18 + 22 with Draco Malfoy plz?” — by @harley-with-gegs-quinn

a/n: again, let’s pretend they’re not 14-year-olds in this imagine lol

18. “Sorry, but I don’t really care anymore.”
22. “Out of all the possible people, why you?”


Masterlist + Request here! 

    Everyone was staring at Professor McGonagall either like she was a gift from the heavens or was giving them another load of heavy school work. You admit that you were one of few students who were looking at her admirably, not even lying that you were looking forward for this Yule Ball that she was speaking of in accordance with the Triwizard Tournament.

    Supposedly, it was Professor Snape who was to explain the details since he was the head of your house, but because he had ‘something else much more important to attend to’, it was the Transfiguration teacher who volunteered to explain.

    “Y/L/N.” a familiar drawling voice said all of the sudden, and despite the fact that the boys and girls weren’t sitting with each other — the girls on the left, the boys on the right, while there was a huge space in the middle where Professor McGonagall was still explaining — Draco managed to stand beside you with a smug look on his face.

    “Malfoy.” you copied his tone, not even looking at him.

    “Bet no one has asked you yet, huh, Y/L/N?” he snickered. “Wouldn’t blame them, to be honest. Who would want to go out with you when they can bring a better date?”

     You flickered your eyes to him and glared. “Funny for you to say that, Malfoy. Since rumor has it that you’re taking Parkinson.”

    He sneered. “At least, I get to take someone. Unlike you.”

    “How are you so sure that no has asked me yet? You know, if you keep on making assumptions like that, you might as well replace Professor Trelawney.”

    You weren’t lying about your statement, of course, but it didn’t mean that you already had a date. Even though there have been various boys gaining up the courage in attempt to bring you to Yule Ball with them, you have declined all of them politely. Why? You weren’t sure yourself.

    “Oh, is that so? Who’s the miserable guy then?” asked Draco.

    You crossed your arms. “I don’t know why I should tell you.”

    He grinned abruptly. “You’re lying. It’s obvious that you are since you’re not telling me.”

    “Believe what you want to believe, but I’m still not telling you.”

    The two of you glared at each other as if having a staring contest, seeing who would break away first. No one did though, both driven by pride, that it was Professor McGonagall who successfully broke your disgusted gazes on each other when she abruptly spoke.

     "Ah, Miss Y/L/N and Mr Malfoy, as it seems that you are the only two left, you’ll be partners.“ she held your wrists, dragging you two to the dance floor where many students were already awkwardly dancing with each other.

    It took you a minute to realize that bickering with Draco a while ago prevented you from listening to the teacher’s instruction to pick a partner and practice with them in dancing. Professor McGonagall was no woman to question so the both of you just stood there with your jaws hanging in protest, the said professor moving on to another pair.

    Draco furrowed his eyebrows. ”Out of all the possible people, why you?“ he demanded, composing himself much quicker than you did.

    "This is all your fault.” you gritted your teeth. “If you weren’t such an obnoxious scumbag, this wouldn’t have happened.”

    “Typical of you, Y/L/N. You’re blaming someone else for your own stupid mistakes.”

    “Well, what can I say? I got it from you.” you scowled.

    “Y/L/N, Malfoy! What are you two doing? Oh my goodness, you’re still not even in positions.” Professor McGonagall had returned to your post.

    Suddenly, she grabbed one of Draco’s hands and placed them firmly on your waist before taking another one of yours and putting it on Draco’s shoulder.

    “There. Now —” she literally forced both of your free hands to hold each other —"follow the beat of the music and dance with each step at a time.“

    You huffed a breath just as the professor leaves once again, now approaching Goyle and Pansy whose eyes were sending daggers at your direction, clearly annoyed that you were dancing with the person she liked.

    "Watch it, Y/L/N.” you heard Draco hiss that made you look at him and realize that you had stepped on his foot.

    You gave him a sarcastic smile. “Sorry, but I don’t really care anymore.

    “I do, and it’d be great if my feet weren’t swollen on the night of the dance itself.” he retorted.

    After that, it seemed that you and Draco had ran out of insults to say, for neither one of you bothered to say a word while dancing slowly and unwillingly with each other. You were actually quite surprised as the song continued and found yourself being led by Draco, who was a fine dancer himself.

    You oddly stared at him.

    “How do you know how to dance?” you couldn’t help but ask, gaining his attention from the floor.

    It was the first time he answered you in a serious manner for the day that you made it a point to listen carefully.

    “Father gets invited to a lot of fancy parties and balls. Obviously, as his son, I needed to learn if I didn’t want to just stay in the corner and sulk.”

    He suddenly twirled you around and brought you back a little bit closer than before, making you gulp. Draco noticed this and smirked.

    “Nervous, Y/L/N?” said Draco in a low voice.

    “No.” you denied immediately, even though your heart was already leaping out of your chest.

    “Sure, sure.” he chuckled and abruptly dipped you down, catching you off guard once again.

    The hold you had on his shoulder tightened, as well as the grip that you had on his hand. Draco was amused by your lack of skills that when he lifted you back up, he stopped leading for a moment to look at you closely.

    “Do you really have a date already?”

    You were taken back by his question. “Why are you so interested in knowing?”

    Draco shrugged and continued to dance, bringing you along the beat. “Because I’m not taking Parkinson and —”

    You widened your eyes. “And you’re asking me?”

    He cleared his throat. “Well, you proved that you’re not the worst out there, and really I’ve been meaning to ask you since earlier but … if you don’t want, I can find somebody else.”

    “You have a knack of trying to ask someone to the dance.” you sarcastically said.

    “Yeah, I’ve been told.” he returned a sarcastic smile.

     You sighed. “Uh — okay, I’ll go with you. If you’d stop being a git, that is.”

     "No promises.“ Draco grinned and once more, spun you around, pulling you back with only little space to spare between your faces.

Darling Part 2

Reader x Draco

Some of you asked me about part 2 for this imagine and you made me so happy, seriously! Thank you so much for being this active! 

I don’t really know how I feel about this…It might be an and, but if you want another part just let me know. 

Imagine: You and Draco are best friends but things change rapidly when he starts dating Pansy Parkinson and your friendship with him is going down.

Warnings: Language


Because of Draco Fucking Malfoy and his need to drag you out on the hallway in the middle of your potions class, professor Snape decided to give both of you a detention so you could finish your Amortenia potion. 

“How very dare you, Y/L/N?!” annoying voice of Pansy Piggie Parkinson echoed the whole common room. You stopped at your conversation with Blaise Zabini and Theo Nott when you saw Parkinson making her way towards you.

“Is everything alright, Piggie? You seems a bit…angry.” you chuckled and stood up to face her. She was a bit smaller than you and that made you feel even more confident about yourself.

“Shut the hell up, Y/L/N! It’s only your fault that my Dracie has got a detention! He was supposed to be with me!” she screamed loudly standing just a few steps away from you. You closed your eyes as you felt like your head was about to explode with every single word she said.

Everyone in the common room, including Draco Malfoy himself, were now watching the two of you. It was always a good show when you and Parkinson had a fight.

“Well I didn’t know you two love birds were supposed to be together tomorrow. I hope you can accept my apology.” you said in a fake sad tone and put your arm on your chest. Some of the students around you giggled at your response.

“Think you’re funny, don’t you? I don’t blame you, after all I’ve done to you you must be so jealous right now.” she smirked and made a step closer to you.

“Excuse me, Piggie, but what exactly have you done to me that I’m supposed to be jealous?” you raised your eyebrows and copied her move as you made a step forward.

“Don’t play stupid, Y/L/N. I took Draco from you. He’s mine now and you are left all alone.” she looked like a devil with her short black hair, dark angry eyes and wide devilish smile on her face, but for some reason, you found it so funny. You smiled to yourself and waited a few good seconds before making another two steps forward.

“Listen to me very clearly, honey.” you told her still chuckling which made her smile fade. “You really think I’m jealous of you because you’re dating Malfoy? Well then, let me ask you one thing. Did he tell you why he got detention?” you raised your eyebrow.

You were more than hundred percent sure Parkinson would freak out if she would find out how close to you Draco was today.

“Of course he did! You dragged him out of the classroom because you were feeling sick. How brave from you, our little Y/N can’t even get herself to the hospital wing without help.” she laughed.

“Sorry to interrupt you and your little dream, but you and your boyfriend probably have some troubles with honesty because that’s not really what happened.” you smirked and watch her face go red.

“Dracie?” she turned to her boyfriend who was now already standing between you two.  

“Don’t worry, babe, I’ll handle her.” he smiled at her and pecked her on the lips before turning to you and grabbing you up to his dorm.

You waited before both of you entered the room and were finally alone. You watched him locking the door with simple Alohomora and turning to face you with angry expression.

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll handle her.” you imitated him and started laughing so hard you sat on his bed. “You guys are seriously so cute together. It reminds me that muggle story, It’s called Beauty and the Beast. In this case of course Parkinson is the beast and I would personally recall it Peroxid Head and the Beast. But that’s just my opinion. Anyway, why did you drag me up here?” you laughed again at your own joke.

“What is wrong with you, Y/N?” he asked you worriedly and sat down on his bed next to you, ignoring your comment about muggle world. 

“With me? Nothing, why do you ask?” you smiled at him sarcastically.

“Why do I ask? You just insulted my girlfriend in front of everyone! You’re acting crazy, Y/N!” he snapped.

“I did not insult her, she started it and you are the one who lied to her, so don’t you dare to blame me, Malfoy.”

“Nothing happened between us at that hallway!”

“I know that, but I know Piggie well enough to know that she would go totally insane if she would find out how close to me you were. She would probably try to kill me.” you chuckled at that idea of Parkinson hunting you down the halls with her wand and accidentally making herself turn into some hideous animal. Maybe a ferret, so her and Draco would finally fit together a bit.

“Why are you doing this?” he asked desperately. “This is not you, I’m sorry if I hurt you by dating her but-“

“You didn’t hurt me by dating her, Malfoy, you betrayed me by not telling me about her! You lied to me about going out with Nott and Zabini while you were snogging her somewhere!” you spat. “I thought that I am enough important to you to tell me about your girlfriend, but I guess I was wrong.” you stand up and made your way to the door when he stopped you again by pushing your body slightly against the door.

“And here we are again, what is wrong with you pushing me against the wall today?” you asked furiously.

“You’re pushed against the door, not the wall, darling.” this time he wasn’t smirking. Expression on his pale face was deadly serious.

“That word again? You know I hate when you call me that. Besides, what the hell are you doing? You can’t just scream at me for being a bitch to your girlfriend and then push me against the door like that.” you raised your eyebrows at him. You tried as hard as possible to ignore that shivering in your stomach or the smell of his usual menthol hair shampoo. His face was only a few inches away from yours and somehow his close appearance made your senses weak.

“I kind of lost control over my body whenever I am with you, darling.” you felt his breath on your cheeks. His words took control over your body. You couldn’t help yourself and wanted to lean closer. You suddenly wanted to taste those lips, you wanted to be hold in Draco’s arms and-

“I can see that, but your girlfriend wouldn’t be happy about it.” you said interrupting your thoughts.

“Stop talking about her for a moment, would you?” he leaned a bit closer to you. One part of you was screaming to run away from him, from your best friend. But the other part wanted to stay, wanted more.

He leaned closer again, milimetres away from your face. You lost control over your body and break that little space between you.

Your lips were suddenly on Draco’s. He put an arm on your back and pushed you closer to him while you slightly touched his cheek to deepen that kiss. It was rough and hungry and none of you seemed to know what you’re doing.

You realized first. You quickly pull away from him hitting the door with your back. Both of you were breathing heavily and looking into each other’s eyes.

“Don’t you dare to ever do it again, Malfoy.” you snapped and left his dorm immediately.

What the fuck was that?

Only You {Cedric Diggory x Reader}

I am so sorry this took so long. I’ve been writing in little pieces for the longest time and today I finally had to time to sit down and finish. The new semester has been incredibly busy and stressful. 

Request are always open!!! 

Prompt: @thegirlwhoisintoomanyfandoms: Hey! your imagines are awesome, I was wondering if you could write me a Cedric Diggory oneshot with a little controversy and fluff at the end?

Sorry this is so short!!! 

Warnings: angsty as heck 

Originally posted by my-harry-potter-generation

You were cutting through the courtyard on your way to class. It was a bit chilly out but you couldn’t walk through the halls. Cedric would be in there waiting yo walk with you but he would be waiting there for a long time. There was no way you could face him. 

You pulled your robe tighter around your body as the wind whipped around you. You reentered the school successfully avoiding Cedric. You made your way down the hall toward Charms. You were rounding the corner when you felt two lanky arms wrap around your waist.

“Hey…” You knew the voice was Cedric but he sounded hurt. You didn’t answer him. “(Y/N), are you feeling alright?” He spun you around to look you in the eyes but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I feeling great,” you lied. “I’m just tired.” He nodded, I doubted he believed me though. You smiled attempting to reassure him. You slid out of his arms and slipped into your classroom. Cedric looked confused an worried as he turned to walk to his own class. He knew you were upset with him but he had no idea why. 

The day continued as usual until supper. You sat as far away from him as possible. Cedric knew something was wrong now. He racked his brain for reasons you could be mad at him. He thought about it all throughout supper. Finally he decided on just asking you.

Supper ended and you were on your way to your common when Cedric stopped you. He was boyfriend and you loved him more than he could even begin to comprehend but he messed up.

Two nights ago you were making your way to the library to return some books you used for a paper for Snape. You opened the door but something caught your eye. You padded over but all you saw was a girl with her back against the wall. Her body language was flirty as she was clearly talking with someone in the hall. You couldn’t see the person she was walking with very well so you jsut walked into the library. You returned your books and began to make your way out when you spotted Cedric at the end of one of the shelves. He was walking backwards until the girl you saw in the hall came into view. You were immediately crushed to nothing as you walked toward the doors. 

That was two days ago, you were trying to let it slip your mind but it kept replaying in your mind. Had he really been cheating on you, it seemed so unlike him? Cedric had dragged you down the hall, away from everyone.

“What’s up with you today?” He looked at you with so much concern in those eyes you couldn’t meet with your own. Your heart hurt and it was hurting him. 

“I’m just kind of tired. That’s all I swear,” you said staring at your feet.

“Please don’t lie to me.” He held both your hands now, rubbing his thumbs over them.

“I saw you, you know. I saw you with her.” Cedric was confused for a moment before realization hit him like a freight train. He started to laugh. You punched him in the chest.

“You think its funny!? I can’t- I can’t believe you.” Tears began to brim your eyes. He continued to laugh.

“You really thought I was cheating on you? Cheating on you? With Pansy Parkinson? (Y/N), I love you but that is the dumbest thing anyone has ever said.” You stared in shock. “She was outside the library and she said she needed help finding something in the library. I knew what she was planning but I helped her and then I got out of there. She wasn’t exactly happy when I actually helped her find a book.” You hung your head with regret. He was right about it being slightly ridiculous even though you did see them together.

“I’m sorry. I should have trusted you.” He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in for a hug. He kissed the top of your head.

“I love you. (Y/N), I love you so much you are the only person in my love that I love the way I love you. You’re the only one for me and I wouldn’t trade you for anyone else in this entire school, in the entire wizarding world! I love you.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled back just enough to see his face. Your hands cupped his face and he kissed you long and passionately. Your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck. You both pulled away only when neither of you could breath. 

“You’re the only one, (Y/N).”

No one asked for this but...

I was going through my gifs and these were my favorite ones/the funniest ones/the cringiest ones. Please enjoy my awkwardness (if you want to know what post any specific one is from then just ask me)


Katie Bell (what’s in my bag):

Indigo Carson (OC):

Jamie Potter: 

Sirius Black:

And of course… My favorite gif… Pansy Parkinson:

hope yall enjoyed this randomness

Jealousy at The Yule Ball

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Nope, but I haven’t written anything in a while

Warnings: Jealousy, angst, let me know if there’s anything else

Overview: You never thought Draco Malfoy had payed any attention to you, but as the Yule Ball comes around, you are proved wrong ;)

Meanings: y/n = your name

y/l/n = your last name

y/f/n = your friend’s name

y/h = your house

Originally posted by dramioneficsme

The Yule Ball.

It was a week away. You were forced to go.

You didn’t really see the point of the ball. You… dance around awkwardly with a guy/girl, all… sweaty and nervous while…. wearing a big dress, feeling… really insecure? Sounds GREAT.

But, as mentioned before, you were forced to go. Your friend, however, had a different point of view.h

“Y/n!” y/f/n called, “Aren’t you excited for the Ball?!”

“Oh yeah, totally,” you replied in a sarcastic tone. “Can’t wait.”

“Oh, come on,” she/he prodded, “What’s not to love? Fancy clothes, food, dancing, -”

“-Uncomfortable shoes, anxiety, not knowing half the steps to the dance,” you cut him/her off, “Absolutely. What’s not to love?”

Y/f/n just rolled his/her eyes at you and flounced onto your bed where you we sitting. “Why can’t you coddle me, just once?”

“I think it would literally kill my soul to do so.”

She/he rolled his/her eyes again. “Well, regardless, you have to go. What are you going to wear?”

“I don’t know yet,” you replied. “Probably something dark, elegant, to match the theme.”

“Good idea.”

That day after classes were over, you went to Hogsmeade to search for your outfit. After about an hour and a half, you finally found it. A long, silk, midnight black fit-and-flare dress that pooled around your feet, with long, lace sleeves. It was perfect.

As you made your way back to Hogwarts, you dropped off your dress in your dorm and started for the Great Hall for dinner. On your way there, you bumped into Draco Malfoy.

“Y/l/n,” he murmured.

“Malfoy,” you returned. You didn’t know why, but for some reason, you felt this strange attraction to Draco. He was the Slytherin prince, Head Boy. But you felt there was something more to him. No one can be that shallow, self-centered, and confident. No one. It always fascinated you. He was also quite good-looking.

But he’d never payed more attention to you than to murmur a “Y/l/n” as he just had. This was somewhat depressing, but you went on. Besides, you had other things to worry about. Nobody had asked you to the Ball! It was required that all fourth years did so. There was also learning how to dance…

The next week leading up to the Ball was filled with excitement. Dean Thomas had asked you to the Ball, and, seeing as how this might be your only chance, you said yes. Professor McGonagall had taught the Gryffindors some classic moves, and you quickly (thankfully) learned them.

The night of the ball rolled around, and you were nervous. Nevertheless, you slipped into your dress and met Dean outside your dorm. 

“Wow,” he said as he took you in, “You look great.”

“Thanks,” you replied. “Shall we?” Dean grinned and you hooked your arm into his and started towards the Great Hall.

As you arrived, all eyes were on you. It was true, you looked absolutely stunning in your dress, makeup done, hair flowing past your shoulders in soft waves. Dean was glowing with pride to be with you. You glided down the steps and caught Draco staring wide-eyed at you, Pansy Parkinson by his side. He looked… angry? Then he caught your eyes and quickly looked away, biting his bottom lip. You were a bit disappointed, but you did your best to keep the smile plastered on your face and followed Dean to the dance floor.

About half way through the night, you caught Draco eyeing you several times. Dean must have noticed it, too, because he turned to you and asked, “Is there something going on with you and Malfoy?” He looked angry.

“Absolutely not!” you answered immediately. “He doesn’t even pay attention to me, let alone talk to me. I don’t know what his problem is.” The truth was, you secretly hoped he was staring at you. You had been finding ways to sneak a glance at him all night, while he had been eyeing you up and down, bottom lip sucked between his teeth. This greatly upset Parkinson, and she eventually came over to where you and Dean were standing in a huff. 

“What’s your problem, y/l/n?” she snapped.

“Excuse me?” you replied politely.

“I’ve seen you,” she snarled, “Why do you keep eyeing my date? Oh, this is rich! You’ve got a crush on him, don’t you?!”

“I most absolutely do not!” You could feel your cheeks starting to flush, but you came up with a quick comeback. “Why would I ever have interest in a man with such poor taste? You said it yourself; you’re his date.”

At this, Parkinson’s own cheeks started to flush. “You’ll pay for that, you git!” She turned back to Draco, sharply making her hair whip around her head. She stomped across the room and you held in a chortle. You turned to Dean, whose grin spread ear to ear. 

“That,” he said, “Was great!”

“Thank you.” You smiled. You looked back over to Malfoy and saw him, jaw tight, eyes firey, arms crossed, scanning you up and down again. You watched as he murmured something to Pansy and started making his way over to you. You turned fully towards him as he got closer.

“What was that about?” He asked coldly.

“Like your little girlfriend didn’t already tell you.” you quipped.

“She is not my girlfriend!” he snapped. “Besides, what is it to you if she is?” He plastered on his signature smirk.

“It’s not. But you should learn to keep your pet under control.” He started to go red in the face and you felt yourself spread a smirk of your own. “Face it, Malfoy. She’s crazy about you, and won’t hesitate to hex me to keep herself by your side.” You then decided to bring up the one thing that was on your mind all night. “Or maybe, she should worry a little more about keeping you grounded. I’ve seen you, eyeing me all night. What’s that about, hm?”

That made him livid. He sucked half of his bottom lip between his teeth again and looked at you with the most  intimidating look you had ever seen. He then stepped so close you were almost nose to nose, Dean behind you, ready step in. You met his gaze and saw anger, embarrassment, but also something else…

“Listen here you git,” he growled. “No one talks to me that way. Especially not a y/h like you. Am I going to have to teach you a lesson?” This made your heart race and your cheeks turn a deep red. It turned you on.

“No one speaks to y/n that way,” you heard Dean roar, “Especially not a Slytherin like you!”

Draco looked from you to Dean. “If you don’t mind, I’m trying to have a conversation with y/n here.” he snapped. 

“I do mind, actually,” Dean replied. “What makes you think you can steal my date?”

Draco looked from Dean back to you. “We’re going to need to be alone,” he said in a deep, assertive voice that made your head fuzzy. He grabbed you by your arm and started walking you towards the door.

“Y/n!” you heard Dean call.

You looked over your shoulder to him. “I won’t be gone for long,” you assured him. “I’m just going to put this boy in his place. I’ll be back.” You winked at him. Draco huffed at this and opened to door to the main corridor.  He then started pulling you down the hall so that you were a respectable distance away from anywhere you might be able to get away from him. Then, turning to face you, he let go of your arm and glared at you.

“You really are a git, you know that? Why is it that everything you do irritates me in the most annoying way imaginable, hm?” he snarled

You took a step closer to him, arms crossed. “I don’t know. I could say the same thing for you.”

His eyes wandered from your face to your lips, the same pair of lips that made him loose all judgement in a second, down to your clenched jaw, even lower to your chest, letting his eyes rest there for a moment. You moved even closer so that you were almost nose to nose again, and he looked back up at you. In a split second, he grabbed the back of your neck and brought your mouth to his, pressing you into a deep kiss. You melted immediately into his touch and tangled your hand into his hair, pulling him closer. It went on for a few moments longer, until you pulled away just enough to see his whole face.

“I don’t understand,” you said. “You’ve never payed more attention to me than to snip a quick greeting at me.” Your eyebrows furrowed, mouth turned to a frown. Draco’s hand went to cup your cheek as he looked deep into your eyes.

“Y/n, I’ve always had my eye on you. You’re the one who never noticed me.”

You couldn’t believe it. Draco Malfoy; liking you? After the - what, two years, now? - you had been internally fawning over him, the entire time, he had secretly been crushing on you, too? Not possible.

“Why?” you asked. “Why would someone like you ever go for someone like me?”

Draco looked stunned. “Why ever not?” he replied. “You’re beautiful, smart, funny, kind…” his grip on you tightened as he went on. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

You chuckled. “I’m really not.”

“You are,” he assured you, still looking you in the eye.

“What about Parkinson?” 

“I never liked her.” He shook his head. “She’s got a crush on me, I know, but the feeling is not mutual, I assure you.” A smile played on his lips. “I like you, y/n.”

You chose to believe him this time, and leaned in to put your lips on his again. He kissed you with a passion you never thought he harbored. It must have lasted for about two minutes, which was around the time Dean and Pansy came storming out of the Great Hall to find you two.

“Dracy?!” Pansy shrieked. “WHAT are you doing?!”

“Y/n?! I could ask you the same question!” Dean sounded shocked.

Draco moved you to his side, an arm still around your waist, to see them both. “Parkinson, I think it’s about time I’ve told you; I’ve never liked you. You’re nothing compared to y/n.”

Now it was your turn to be shocked. Has he really just said that?

“Y/n?” Dean questioned. 

“I’m sorry Dean,” you offered. “I shouldn’t have led you on when I had my eye on someone else.”

Draco turned to you with the most admiring look on his face. He grabbed the back of your head again and pulled you in for another kiss. This made Parkinson even more furious, turning away and stomping back to the Great Hall to go complain to Blasie Zabini about it. Dean followed suit, storming off.

You pulled away after a few moments and looked Draco in the eye. “I think we just lost our dates,” you teased.

Draco smirked. “Oh, well. I’ve got you now, don’t I?”

You grinned and pecked him on the cheek. As it turns out, Draco Malfoy can be sweet. You took his hand in yours. “Shall we?” You gestured in the direction your former dates had previously stormed off. Draco smiled. 

“We shall.”

As the Yule Ball ended and you walked back to the y/h dorms, hand in hand with Draco, you looked back on the night. As you kissed Draco once again, him pulling away with the biggest smile on his face, whispering “Goodnight” in your ear, you couldn’t help but think to yourself.

So, this night wasn’t so bad after all.

Hey, guys! Sorry this is a bit long, I got caught up in it, but I hope you enjoyed! REQUESTS, SHIPS, AND HEADCONS ARE ALL STILL OPEN! TALK TO ME! Thanks, loves!

“The Second Malfoy”  ~ Draco’s Sister

“Hey! Love your blog! So, I was wondering if you could do a fic where Draco has a younger sister who he’s really protective of and she has a little bit of trouble with being bullied by some Slytherins in her year, but she’s in Gryffindor and Draco has to sort them out and he keeps checking up on her and stuff in the Gryffindor common room and nobody knows that Draco even has a sister and they’re really confused as to why he’s being so nice to a Gryffindor girl and then it’s all revealed😂Thanks X” ~Anon

Thank you so much! I loved writing this request! I had so many ideas for it. It went a little different than expected, but I love it just the same. I hope you like it as well! Thank you again!😊😘

  • y/n - your name
  • y/y - your year


3AM finally came. Y/n got up from her usual spot in the Gryffindor common room and opened the entrance, knowing she would have company coming.

Her brother stepped in, his eyes examining the room. “So this is what it looks like in here…” he muttered to himself.

“It’s quite different, huh?”


Y/n sat back down in the chair by the fireplace. Her brother followed. “Are they treating you well, y/n?”

“Of course they are.” she replied. “Don’t be an idiot.”

“Just making sure. Father would kill me if something happened to you.”

She giggled lightly. “Then tell your gang of Slytherins to stop bombarding me with insults.” She turned to face him. “I feel like that’s the only problem.”

Her brother sighed. “Y/n… they’re already on to me about why I’m being nice to a Gryffindor. I don’t want to cause any more controversy.”


“Me? A wimp.”

Y/n smirked. “Yes, Draco. You. A wimp.” She laughed. “Might I remind you of that time when Father and I pranked you?”

“Please don’t. That was scary.”

She laughed harder. “The portrait yelling at you!”


“Go to bed, Draco. You look exhausted.”

Draco sighed. “Only because I’m up all night worrying about you.”

“Then don’t.” She stood up. “I’m fine.”

He stood up as well. “If anyone lays a finger on you, they’ll pay.”

“Will Father hear about it?” y/n joked.

Draco pursed his lips together with a serious expression. “That was not funny.”

“Yes it was.”

“No it wa-”

“Go to bed.”

She opened her arms and gave her brother a hug.

He hugged her back. “Fine.”

They let go of each other and Draco headed for the portrait hole. “Don’t get caught by Filch.” y/n reminded.

Y/n could barely keep her eyes open the next day. The 3AM meetings with Draco were absolutely tiring. As she was walking down the hall, she tripped over a lost book and plummeted to the floor.

“Clumsy little loser.” Pansy sneered. “I thought bravery meant something different.”

Crabbe and Goyle laughed at Pansy’s remarks.

Y/n got up, leaving her belongings in the floor. “Maybe to you.”

“Did you just sass me?” Pansy inched closer to her.

“What are you going to do about it?”

Pansy grabbed y/n’s tie and pushed her against the wall, glaring as she did so. “I would think that a y/y Gryffindor would know not to mess with a 6th year Slytherin.”


Pansy loosened her grip as she turned around to face the blonde boy who called her name.

“What the hell are you doing? Get your hands off her.”

“Why’re you so nice to her?”

Draco grabbed y/n’s wrist and dragged her to the Gryffindor common room. He was in a state. “What happened? What did she do?”

“Draco, I’m fine! And my books are still in the hall!”

“What happened?” he repeated.

Y/n sighed heavily with a bit of anger. “I tripped, and Pansy found it funny.”

He slumped down onto the sofa. “God. Father will hear about this.”


“And why not?”

“You’ll know he’ll turn the situation around and blame me, because I’m in Gryffindor.”

The portrait hole opened, but neither of them seemed to notice.

“Y/n, your books were in the hall and I—”

Y/n jumped. “Hermione!”

“Malfoy…” Harry teethed.


Ron stepped up. “You’re not supposed to be in here.”

“Am I not?” Draco stood up from the sofa and stood by is sister.

Harry came face to face within. “No.”

“Boys, please!” Y/n yelled, grabbing Draco by the arm and pulling him away. “As long as you’re in here, you’re under our rules. Understand?”

Draco nodded.

“Now, don’t be an idiot, or I’ll tell Father that you’ve been sneaking out of bed and causing trouble.”

Harry was confused. “Father?” he asked, rather angrily.

“What’s it to you?” y/n replied.

“You’re a Malfoy?”

“And what if I am?

“Why aren’t you in Slytherin?” Ron questioned.

Y/n’s expression softened. “Because the hat put me here, Weasley. Do you have a problem with that? If you do, you can go talk to Dumbledore about it. But, I love being in Gryffindor.”

“That’s all I hear anymore.” Draco said, rolling his eyes.

“I’m sorry ‘bout him, guys. I really am. He’s an ass.”

Draco stood up. “What did you just call me?”

Y/n turned around. “An ass, wimp. Is Father going to hear about this?”

Harry and Ron began to snicker.

“Because any way this plays out, both of us are gonna get in trouble.”

Draco sat back down.

“Don’t make me jinx another portrait.”

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Hermione asked, sitting down in her usual chair.

Y/n sighed. “Because I thought no one would accept me.”

Draco, Hermione, and y/n glanced over to see Harry and Ron watching them from afar.

“I’d better go.” y/n stated. “I’m missing class.”

Draco stood up with y/n. “I’ll walk with you.”

They walked down the halls, kind of happy with the outcome of the situation. It could have gone worse.

“Hey, clumsy little loser!”

“Pansy!” Draco exclaimed. “Leave my sister alone. Have you any decency?”


“Yes.” he replied. “Sister.”

Y/n smirked deviously at her.

“Now, If you’ll excuse us,” he continued, “y/n here is late for Potions.”

Pansy scoffed and stomped away.

Draco escorted y/n to the dungeons and explained to Snape what happened.

“So…” Snape said, overthinking everything he was told. “That’s why you’re late, Miss Malfoy?”

Y/n looked at her hand in her lap and nodded.

“Very well. Get to work.”

She found an empty desk and set up her cauldron. No one was available to partner up with her, so she began working alone.

“Let me help you.”

“I’m fine, Draco. You’ve helped me enough.”

“But it says you need a partner. And, I’ve already passed this class.”


I just have this wonderful headcanon that Pansy goes on a date with a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff one day in 4th or 5th year and Draco and Blaise are giving her shit so she finally just turns on them and screeches “well i certainly can’t date your gay arses, and I damn well won’t date Crabbe or Goyle, so just what would you have me do then!?” and then stomps out of the common room with a very confused Draco and Blaise who immediately turn to each other and go “you’re gay too?!” and “how did she know?!”

anonymous asked:

Hi there, do you have any good hearted fall/Halloween fics. Like it's Halloween at school and everything just goes wrong, but in a funny fluffy kind of way. (Thank you!) :)

I’m sorry, but that’s just a bit too specific? I’m going to have to list all the Halloween fics I know of, I hope you find something to enjoy from them!


A Crush And A Costume (icanhelpyouthere)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 1.8k, Summary: Harry has developed a secret crush on Draco Malfoy. Desperate to act on it, Harry turns to an eyeliner-wielding Pansy Parkinson, who uses the 8th Year Halloween Party as the playing field for her plot.

The Perfect Pumpkin (dracogotgame)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 1.3k, Summary: Draco is on a pumpkin carving mission and Harry needs to stop it.

You’ll Always Find Me In The Kitchen At Parties (Saras_Girl)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 3k, Summary: Harry abandons the usual Halloween festivities and stumbles across something curious.

Draco Malfoy And The Very Vexing Vampire (slashedsilver)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 4.3k, Summary: At the Eighth Years’ Halloween party, Draco finds himself being stalked by a stray, slinking, sneaky vampire. He minds, of course. Terribly much so.

Merlin, FINE. You can be Harry Potter for Halloween (6o6)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 2.6k, Summary: That one where Draco and Scorpius run into Harry Potter (rather literally) in a London convenience store and their Halloween takes an odd turn.

Dead Man’s Party (writcraft + vlorahp)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 7.7k, Summary: Draco discovers some old artefacts in Malfoy Manor and decides to exhibit them at the Halloween party he and Harry are hosting. But Malfoy Manor is full of Dark things and in unearthing old antiques, Harry and Draco unleash the ghosts of the past.

Harry Potter’s Very Witchy Halloween (dracogotgame)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 1.3k, Summary: Harry wins a bet and gets to choose Draco’s Halloween costume. Draco has his own ideas.

I Can’t Even Recognize Myself (megyal)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 1.1k, Summary: Three years of All Hallows’ Eve.

The Night Is Young (enchanted_jae)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 0.6k, Summary: Harry didn’t expect to enjoy the All Hallow’s Eve party quite this much…

Avast, Ye Scarhead (dracogotgame)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 1.5k, Summary: Draco’s costume brings out Harry’s inner caveman.

The Mirror (susannah_wilde)

Rating: NC-17, WC: 5.3k, Summary: After the war, Harry finds Draco living in New Orleans, working as a Seer. “When people come to visit me, I tell them what they want to hear. If I’m feeling charitable, I’ll give it to them.” What will Draco see when he peers into his crystal ball?

You Must Be Joking (yeslam)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 0.7k, Summary: At a Halloween function, Harry and Draco are more than a little surprised by one another’s costume.

Walking Wet Dream (enchanted_jae)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 0.5k, Summary: Draco was meant to help Harry, not distract him.

The Potter Malfoy Paradox (dracogotgame)

Rating: PG-13, WC: 1k, Summary: A sweet little Halloween scene.

I think it’s really important for people to learn more about stuff like Parkinson’s and tremors. I deal with tremors, and it’s not a fun thing at all. I’ve been made fun of a lot for it (for some reason, people think it’s funny to joke about me having Parkinson’s, which resulted in that being a nickname for me for a while).
I get it. Shaking in our limbs looks funny. We know we do it. It’s not funny though. It gets in the way of a lot. We can’t control it. Please don’t point it out. Please don’t make any comments about it.
Parkinson’s also doesn’t only exist in people of older ages. There’s a type of Parkinson’s that can come on in youth/teenagers.
Tremors, like what I have, can be a result of many things like brain damage, chemical inbalances, abuse, trauma, etc. mine is a result of chemical imbalances and abuse/trauma.
My point is that I think everyone should read up a little about Parkinson’s and tremors, so when you do encounter someone who is dealing with these things, you won’t react in a way most people have with me.
“Oh my god, why are you shaking? Do you have Parkinson’s or something lol?”
We know it’s happening, and we don’t think it’s funny.