Raise your hand if you’re still insulted on a personal level that Tonks didn’t have a full head of flaming bright pink hair and you still disavow that half brown mousey mess we were subjected to in the movies.
Request: “So basically Draco and I are best friends and we get dared to do seven minutes in heaven and they lock us in there and I panic”
It was the last night of the year at Hogwarts. Tomorrow morning you would be getting on the Hogwarts express and travelling all the way back to London, so tonight you and your friends decided to have some fun. You, Daphne, Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and, your best friend in the whole world, Draco were sitting in a circle on the floor of the Slytherin common room. Everyone else had gone to bed so the 6 of you just sat in the iridescent, emerald candle light.
“Alright everyone!” Draco finally said, standing up and gaining the attention of everyone, “As we all know, it is the last night of 4th year. Therefore we are going to play a game, a muggle game. It is called Truth or Dare and is fairly self explanatory but raise your hand if you don’t get it.” He paused for a second to make sure everyone understood and when no one raised their hand he continued, “Okay, great. Blaise will start by picking someone and then we will go from there!”
Blaise sat silently for a few seconds before his face lit up with a mischievous grin.
“Greengrass.” He said with satisfaction. Daphne’s eyes widened in horror, “Truth or Dare.”
Judging from the look on her face, she wasn’t sure which choice would be worse. Truth could make her divulge her deepest secret and dare could make her do something extremely embarrassing. Finally she made up her decision.
“Ok then,” Blaise gave her a smile, making her instantly regret her decision. “In the whole school, who is the person that you would most like to kiss, on the lips, right now.” Daphne’s cheeks flamed scarlet red.
“Uh, ummm, god, I don’t know.” Daphne was your best, girl, friend and you knew for a fact exactly who she wanted to kiss right now, and they were sleeping right upstairs. you gave her a look to indicate ‘if you don’t say it I will’ after that she was definitely ready to spill. “Well actually, I do know. It’s Theo, Theo Nott.” She finished, blushing profusely. Now it was her turn to choose. Like Blaise, she thought for a bit before the iconic Slytherin smirk formed on her face.
“(y/n), Truth or Dare.” you were feeling kind of ruthless tonight so your decision was easy. What you had forgotten about, though, was that just how you knew who Daphne’s crush was, she knew exactly who yours was.
“Dare” You said confidently.
“I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven with Draco.” her smirk grew as it was now your turn to blush a deep scarlet colour.
“Okay, let’s do it.” You heard Draco say beside you.
You hesitantly stood up and followed Draco towards a broom cupboard on the other side of the common room.
“The timer starts when the door closes and stops every time you open it in between.” Daphne yelled across the room.
When you stepped into the cupboard you realised just how little space was actually in there. When you were little you used to get claustrophobia, but you hadn’t been affected by it for long time. You just really hoped that you wouldn’t get it again now. As soon as the door closed behind you, you heard a little click as the door locked. You stood there awkwardly for a little bit, a little too close for comfort.
Then it dawned on you. You really could not get out. The door was locked from the outside. You had to last 7 minutes in this tiny cupboard. What if you ran out of oxygen. What if you can’t get out. You could feel a panic attack coming on and before you knew it more negative thoughts flooded your mind. Your palms became very sweaty and your breathing became fast and unsteady. Your claustrophobia was coming back.
“I-I-I-I.” you stuttered, you looked up to him. “I think I’m having a panic attack.”
“What? Have you had one before?” He asked, still extremely worried.
“I used to have them when I was little, but this is the first one in ages.” You leaned against the wall, trying to support yourself.
Draco held your hands lightly, “(y/n), look at me.” you turned your head up to look at him again and he placed your hand on his chest, over his heart, “Can you feel that?” he asked, you nodded slowly. “Good, look into my eyes and focus on my heartbeat.”
Soon your breathing became steady again and you started to calm down.
“Thank You.” You said softly.
“My pleasure. Now we still have 1 minute left in here so…” he ducked down and kissed you. All around you fireworks exploded, it was the best feeling you have had in your whole life, and you had been waiting for that for so long.
“Please tell me you felt it too.” Draco whispered. You just nodded.
“Good.” He stated and kissed you again.
Hi!!!!! Here is the second request!!! I really hope you like it!!! Remember that requests for imagines and edits are open, feel free to message us! Have a lovely night!
You spread yourself so thin between her mother’s legs that you forgot the heaviness of your own chest, made yourself the soil of her cracking vase, and when she hid herself away from the rain you ran dry, budded the flower that she swore to help grow,
and then your fingers trace across the singular stretch mark of her swollen belly, tap rhythms against the flower that blooms under your finger tips, raises towards your hand like seeking the sun, and suddenly she’s your world, she’s the vessel for the only thing you’ve ever held against you like moonlight, like the sound of crickets chirping outside of your grandmother’s home, like dew on bare feet.
She’s wind chimes in your ears, she’s soft August breezes. Your world is born on a Thursday, screams and howls–feels, and you’ve never felt like this, your heart is all screams and howls– feels like healing.
You watch her sore eyes blinking under fluorescent light, dark blue marble, a promise of likeness to yours– the end of a storm, the visible vein in the space between her brows, an angel kiss they say, a lifeline.
She is heaven, she is self-love, she is pure love. She’s your blood, and you’ve never loved a part of yourself once, but now you’d kill for a girl with an angel’s kiss.