Note: Not requested, but this came about because I went to the pool today and then went straight to work and I felt that sleepy feeling you get after spending time in the sun. Its a special and specific kind of sleepy. I don’t know how else to describe it, but it’s nice. It made me want to take a nap with Shawn.
The cool air of your hotel room hits you as soon as you
swing open the door. You had turned the air conditioner on high before you left
because you knew it would be hot outside, but a shiver runs down your spine as the
blast of cool air hits you without warning. You head straight for your bathroom to
take a shower, dropping your wet towel on the bathroom floor before removing
your black bikini and getting under the warm stream of water.
When you get out of the shower, you feel exhaustion hit you.
You had just spent the last four hours lounging by the pool, and the sun takes
a lot out of you. It’s one in the afternoon, a perfect time for a nap. There is
something about afternoon naps after mornings spent in the sun. They’re
magical, and they have a certain feel to them.
Exiting the bathroom, you hear the television on in the
hotel room, and a smile spreads across your face knowing that your boyfriend
has returned. He was gone doing press all morning. You offered to go with him,
but he insisted you stay back and enjoy the resort. You were in Florida after
Shawn is seated at the edge of the bed, watching the hockey
game on the tv. When he sees you, he smiles and says “Hey baby,”
“Hey hun, how was work?” You question as you crawl onto the bed behind
him, which immediately prompts him to move so he’s lying next to you.
“Good, nothing special.” You cuddle
closer into his side as his arm automatically wraps around you, and he asks,
“You tired?” To which you only sleepily nod in response. “Didn’t you just sit
at the pool all morning?” He questions, purposely giving you a hard time, but
you know he’s joking and doesn’t mean it in a mean way.
“Yeah, but the sun makes me
sleeeeepy.” You drag out the last word before hiding your face in his t-shirt.
The afternoon sun is shining into the hotel room, and the exhaustion you feel
is a good kind of exhaustion. Shawn has a show in a couple of hours, but
neither of you have anything planned until then. “Take a nap with me?” You ask
“You’re literally the cutest
person ever.” He tells you smiling down at you.
Your eyes flutter closed,
and you’re too tired to respond to his statement. You feel his lips press
lightly against your forehead before he moves slightly to get more comfortable.
And in his arms you fall asleep listening to the sound of his steady breathing.
I love you on a Monday
When the world is too busy hating
When the office is too noisy preparing
My hearts does a somersault knowing you’ll be there waiting
And as I jump out of the car running late,
I love you in between adrenaline rates
I love you on a Monday date
I love you on a Tuesday
As I catch a glimpse of you working
On a requirement due an hour of submitting
I would walk up to you hoping
That you would look up noticing
That despite the colors from an artwork you’re painting
The static from my eyes are still more electrifying
Because yours do
And always will
I love you on a Tuesday
I love you on a Wednesday
When twenty minutes of break feels like seconds
When your smiles feel like weapons
And every word is a powerful opinion
That targets my heart in every direction
Every joke is a doorway
Every moment is on replay
Going home late was suddenly okay
I love you more on a Wednesday
I love you on a Thursday
When I ramble about books and comments
And you don’t care about my looks and nonsense
When you remind me of today’s contents
Of happiness, songs, movies, and events
I suddenly wish I have the power to prevent
The curtains from closing this extent
The hours ending from today,
Your hands on mine promising ‘someday’
And when we reach the finish line of today’s raceway,
Remember that I love you on a Thursday
I love you on a Friday
When everyone is busy planning their night
And me hoping everything is alright
As you walk towards my desk in sight,
As my heart beats faster when you meet the light
From the room’s window where I write
My heart elevates on every flight
Up there it goes beyond my height
But there you go,
You skipped my place
Moving your way towards a girl in lace
My heart fell as you embrace
“Where did I go wrong?” I asked the empty space
I love you on a Friday’s lonely night case
I love you on a Saturday
When I gracefully tell myself not to talk to you again
When I constantly remind myself I am not your gem
You messaged me then
Saying you had a great weekend
And I love you so much it hurts
The pain gets worse
As I grip tightly at the hem of my shirt
“I’m happy for you”, I silently blurt
Please don’t drift away
Please don’t be another soon-to-end holiday
Not another visitor on a railway
I love you so much on a Saturday
I love you on a Sunday
As you take her hand and introduce her
As my heart beats slow down and blur
When her eyes are what you prefer
And I am nothing as I infer
Only, I know better
That loving you wasn’t guaranteed to be an open airway
Nor was it just an easy hundred-word essay
It was meeting you halfway
It was shards of glass on the highway
It was sacrificing you away
It was already seeing dismay
Yet going for it anyways
I love you not only on the weekdays
Nor do I love you only on Saturdays and Sundays
For I love you and when I do,
I love you every day.
Someone asked me (in person) what I think was the worst injustice in the movie “the Prince of Egypt”, and my answer is going to sound weird at first, but once you hear the explanation, maybe it will make more sense.
My answer is, they robbed the leader of the jewish people of his jewish education and Pharaoh’s daughter of her jewish identity.
Moses (Moshe in hebrew) did not grow up thinking he was an Egyptian. Not remotely. When Yocheved (his mother) put him in the basket on the river, Miriam followed the basket, until it reached Pharaoh’s daughter, whose name was Batya. Now, Pharaoh’s daughter wasn’t just coming down to the river to bathe herself. It’s explained specifically in Tractate Sotah (in the talmud) that she came to ritually immerse herself in order to convert to Judaism. I’ll say it again, Pharaoh’s daughter was converting to Judaism when she found Moshe. Miriam knew this, and went up to Batya and asked her if she needed a jewish caretaker to help her raise the baby and give him a jewish education. After Batya agreed, Miriam brought Yocheved, Moshe’s own mother, to raise her own son in her own jewish household (until about age 5-6 when he went to go stay by Batya in the house of Pharaoh). Moshe always knew he was jewish! His mother was jewish, his foster mother (Batya) was also jewish. He always knew his sister Miriam, and his brother Aharon.
So as a side point - if that’s the case, why did Pharaoh agree to let his daughter raise a jewish baby as her own? He came up with a test to figure out if this baby boy was wise and power hungry (and thus a threat to his own son). He placed in front of Moshe a bowl of gold, and a bowl of burning coals, and if he reached for the gold, he was a concern, and if he reached for the coals, he would be safe to keep in his house. An angel took hold of Moshe’s hand and put it in the coals, after which Moshe put his hand in his mouth, burning his tongue, and giving him a speech impediment that would plague him until the last 40 days of his life (something else they conveniently left out of the movie). Because Moshe couldn’t speak clearly, he had to bring Aharon with him as a spokesman when he spoke to Pharaoh - the arrangement sort of that Moshe would whisper it to Aharon, and Aharon would relay to Pharaoh what Moshe intended to say. So in addition to the gross inaccuracy of the movie in general, those of you who make a big deal about Ableism by movie makers doing away with character disabilities. Here is an example of a real historical figure who had a REAL speech impediment that makes a big difference in how Moshe should have been communicating. Why do you remain silent? Please reblog this, thanks.
So I realized that the Reggie tag is dry afand since Reggie Mantle own’s this ass I decided to write a lil’ something. Forgive for the grammatical errors, English is not my first language. This is basically just the intro of the story? So, part 2?Enjoy :)
The one where you are in love with your best friend but is in complete denial, and that will be your downfall but not if your red headed bestfriend, Cheryl, can help it.
Plot: When Reggie and (Y/N) have been bestfriends their whole lives but the universe had other plans.
Prompt: Fred and George ask the reader to smell a love potion and when she can only associate the scent with George she refuses to tell them.
Warning: None, fluff.
“Y/n, our dearest darling friend, we’re in need of your assistance.” Peeking out from over your essay you found a set of two feet standing in front of you. There was no need to look up, your accusation was confirmed by the mismatched socks. The Weasley twins hardly sorted out their clothes and snagged the closest, cleanest smelling, item they could find and threw them on. Also over half their socks had holes in them causing their big toes to break free from the rest of their friends.
There was also the towering shadow that casted over you that gave away their identity as well. The boys beat you in height by a mile- or rather so at least a foot. If you walked by their side travailing to and from classes, you were jogging half the time and out of breath when reaching your destination. Not to say this was out of the ordinary or loathed, you enjoyed working overtime to keep up with the boys. Besides by the end of the day you had reached two days’ worth of cardio and were all set.
“Oh no. What have you two gotten yourself into now?” You rose an eyebrow at the pair. On look at them and there was no question about it, they were up to no good. George had his hands behind his back and look slightly bothered. You set your homework down on the table in front of you and went to ask him if he was alright but Fred started in instead.
( PROMPT: I was going through a rough night so instead of doing what we usually do, you made sure I was okay throughout the whole thing and was slow and reassuring and when morning comes I feel so conflicted. )
A/N: Y’all thirsty for friends-with-benefits Peter Parker so I have delivered. This was vaguely inspired by the incredible momosakaki-san’s drabble with fuck boi Peter (YES YES YES GIMME MORE). THANK YOU ALL FOR 1000 FOLLOWERS. WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN DOING HERE. AS A THANK YOU, I’VE WRITTEN A SIN-FILLED DRABBLE WITH PETER AND THE READER BEING FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS.
Request: Can you do a Draco Imagine where he pranks Y/n and she gets “mad” so she gives him the silent treatment and he does everything to make her talk to him?
Pairing: Reader x Draco
A/n: okay so I said I was going to post this on Valentine’s Day but it doesn’t really have to do with it, so I’m just gonna post it now :) hope you like it!
“Y/n! Come sit over here!” You glanced around the room until your eyes landed on your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy. He was waiving his hand and you made your way to the bench beside him.
“Hey!” You greeted as you sat down and smiled at your boyfriend.
“We made you a plate.” Draco smiled as he slid you a plate filled with eggs, toast, bacon and a cookie with a jelly filling. “No need to thank us.” He beamed and you laughed quietly.
“Well thank you anyway.” You smiled. You listened to Draco complain about Granger and her pesky know it all mudblood brain as you ate your toast and bacon quickly. You picked up the cookie and took a large bite, getting all of the jelly in one bite. Although it didn’t taste like jelly….
“Draco…what’s in this cookie?” You asked as you examined it. It didn’t taste like jelly at all. In fact…it tasted more like…
“Hot sauce!” Draco exclaimed before erupting in a fit of giggles.
You threw the rest of the cookie onto your plate and grabbed the nearest napkin, spitting whatever was left in your mouth out….but it was too late.
“Ohmygod!” You gasped as the spice suddenly hit you. It felt as if your mouth was on fire. You grabbed a glass of water and chugged it down but nothing changed. “Draco!” You yelled through clenched teeth as you stood up and ran from the room towards the Slytherin common room. You ran right into the bathroom and brushed your teeth, not one, but four times.
“That filthy pure blood prince.” You cursed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. You brushed your fingers through your hair and straightened the collar of your jacket.
You jumped out of your skin when you saw Draco standing just outside the girl’s bathroom.
“Ok listen Y/n, I’m really sorry for pranking you back there, I thought you wouldn’t react so badly to it…forgive me?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. You straightened your back and walked right past him, bumping his shoulder as you passed.
“Oh no Y/n. Not the silent treatment. Please don’t play this game love.” Draco pleaded but you weren’t going to let him win so easily. You walked into the common room and planted yourself on one of the green couches facing the fire.
Draco sat down beside you and you turned away from him.
“Y/n…I’m sorry…what else do you want me to say?”
You stuck your nose into the air a little and Draco sighed. He got up and sat on the other side of you so that you were looking at him. You quickly shifted your body so you were now looking the other direction.
“Don’t look at me if you love me.” Draco said. You didn’t move. “Aha I knew it.” He chuckled. “Don’t face me if you don’t love me.” Again, you didn’t move. “Damn..” he sighed and you hid your quiet laughs.
“Y/n if you don’t talk to me….I’m going to put my foot in the fire.” Draco said as he stood up and moved towards the fire. You turned towards him but you folded your arms stubbornly. “I’m going to do it,” he sneered as he lifted his foot and moved it towards the fire. “Just one word and I’ll stop.”
You didn’t even raise an eyebrow as his foot hovered closer and closer to the fire that was raging in the fireplace. He pulled his foot away right before it was about to touch the flames. “Ughh Y/n, baby please talk to me!” Draco pleaded as he moved towards you again.
“Please don’t make me beg Y/n!” Draco pouted, his bottom lip protruding and his eyes widening just enough to give them a puppy dog appearance. “Fine.” Draco got onto his knees in front of you and pressed his hands together.
“Im begging you Y/n! I beg for you to talk to me again! I’m sorry for what I did and you have every right to be mad, but I just hear your serenading voice again or i’ll risk going mad!” Draco pleaded. You didn’t even smile as you turned your body away from him again and moved your eyes back to the fire.
“Fine.” Draco stood. “You want to play hard to get? Two can play at that game!” With that, he stormed past you and out of the common room.
“Game on.” You smirked to yourself as you laid back on the couch and looked at the ceiling.
It’s been two days since the games started between you and Draco. It’s been two days of noses in the air, crossed arms, and ‘humphs’.
Draco had been holding out rather well, considering he was more than completely obsessed with you and usually couldn’t go four hours without touching you, nevertheless talking to you.
He stuck his nose in the air whenever he saw you and turned his back towards you. He was obviously determined to win. But you were even more determined. You were at the point where you wouldn’t even look at him when he entered the room and you pretended he didn’t exist.
“This has to stop Y/n.” Pansy told you one day. “Soon the whole school is going to think that you had some tragic breakup. Plus he talks about you nonstop when you’re not around.” Pansy rolled her eyes and you smiled to yourself.
“I’m not stopping until he gives in. I’m not going to lose.” You replied. “And what kinds of things does he sa-” you ended your sentence short as the door opened and Draco walked into the room. You closed your mouth and looked towards the fire. You heard Pansy scoff.
“Good evening Pansy,” Draco spoke as he sat next to your best friend. “I wanted to tell you that Blaise was looking for you. Last I saw him he was headed to the great hall.”
“Alright, thanks Draco. See ya later Y/n.” Pansy waved and you waved back. You watched as she left the room, letting the common room door slam behind her. It was just you and Draco now. You leaned forward in the chair and began to stand up but draco stopped you.
“You win.” He said to the ground and you froze. He looked up at you, his gray eyes twinkling. “You win. I can’t go another day without seeing you and talking to you. I miss your voice and the way you feel in my arms. And it’s only been two days!” Draco scoffed. “I’m completely obsessed with you! Please talk to me again. Please?”
“That’s all you had to say.” You smiled at him and his eyes went wide.
“What? I only had to say please? This whole time I could have just asked you and added please!?”
You nodded and Draco scoffed. “I got you this by the way,” you said as you picked up a plate from the ground and handed it to him. “A peace offering.” You smiled. It was a Boston cream donut.
“Well you’re too kind.” Draco smiled at you. He leaned back on the couch and took a large bite. Not even a second of the food being in his mouth, he spit it back out.
“Toothpaste!!?” He yelled as he threw the donut onto the ground and began coughing. You burst out laughing, having to hold onto the arms of the chair to make sure you didn’t fall onto the floor. “You’re disgusting Y/n!” Draco scolded as he picked the donut up and put it back on the plate. You could tell by the playful smirk on his lips that this meant nothing more than a joke to him.
“Now we’re even.” You giggled as he stood up and put the plate on a desk. He stood in front of your chair and leaned in so close your lips were mere inches apart.
“Yes darling. I guess we are.” He closed the gap between your lips and the two of you shared a passionate kiss.
You made a face when you pulled away. “Ew…tastes like toothpaste.”
I know I will regret this post as I am all but certain what Team Beard will do. But I have to take this opportunity to beg. Please have more respect for Darren than to beard him at this event. Please have more respect for the LGBT+ teens attending.Please please please please please. Epic disaster if he attends this lying to these kids. Because that is saying it is not ok. That it doesn’t get better.
Just please let him go alone. Asking every possible god in the universe.
Requested by anon: “Jason x reader where the boyfriend of the reader’s BFF hits the reader
for defending her friend (they’re in an abusive relation) and Jason
finds out about it”
A/N: This is a really good idea. We’re gonna get some pissed Jason in here.
Warning: Abuse, mentions of sex, Swearing
[Bff/N] - Best Friend Name [H/Bf/N] - Her Boyfriend’s Name
You were out this fine after noon with your best friend. It was just a simple lunch date you both scheduled. But the moment you saw her, your stomach turned.
She had a black eye and a bruise on her wrist like someone grabbed her there. You knew that bastard [H/Bf/N] was hitting her but she wouldn’t admit it. Jason often heard you ranting about the asshole.
You stood up and strode over to her. Taking her wrist gently in your hands and looked at the black eye. “Did that bastard do this?” you asked softly. She stayed silent, “[Bff/N] please tell me the truth” sitting down at the table as she sat across from you.
“H-he promised not to do it again.” She whispered. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “[Bff/N] he said that the last time too didn’t he?”
She just nodded. “Please you can’t stay there. You can stay with Jason and I until you get on your feet. But you can’t stay there” you pleaded in fear for your friend.
“No I couldn’t impede on you guys. I know you and Jason need your couple time.” she shook her head vigorously. You chuckled, “Trust me, we live together, we get plenty of couple time” a teasing tone in your voice.
“I can’t leave him.” She murmured, “Can we just not talk about this now?”
You sighed, “Fine, but we’re not done here”
You spent the rest of the lunch just talking about life and random events. She especially liked asking about you and Jason. She always found you guys to be a perfect couple, but you knew that she hasn’t seen you two butting heads.
It was a nice lunch until her phone rang.
“Hey [H/Bf/N]” she answered shyly
“Where the hell are you?!” you heard his yelling from where you were sitting.
“I’m just getting lunch”
“Well get home now you should’ve told me first”
He hung up the phone after that. You felt your blood boiling. That asshole had the nerve to call, yell at her, then hang up on her.
“I have to go” she spoke, her voice was fragile like it would shatter if she spoke any louder.
“I’m walking you home” you insisted. “N-no [F/n], I-its —”
“No arguments, I’m walking with you” standing up and picking up your jacket.
She gave in and the both of you payed before exiting the small cafe. You were going to give that piece of shit a piece of your mind.
She unlocked her door when you got to her apartment. Immediately upon opening the door he was storming toward her but stopped when he saw you.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he spat. “A pleasure as always asshat” you gave him a unamused grin.
“What’d you call me?” he stalked toward you. “I think you heard me just fine by the amount of smoke coming out of your ears” you mused.
“You bitch” his face was red with anger. You knew you were poking the bear here but you had to get a point across.
“Me a bitch? If you ask me only a cowardly bitch would hit his girlfriend. What was wrong this time, couldn’t get it up?” you stepped up and got in his face.
Before you could react he had risen his fist and connected it to your jaw. You stumbled back, hand gripping your jaw. [Bff/N] ran over to make sure you were alright. He brushed by the both of you, “I need a drink” and out the door.
“Are you alright [F/n]?” she asked concerned.
“Yeah. Yeah I’m fine” you stood up feeling a bit of blood on your jaw. ‘Shit Jason will kill him’ you thought.
You went into her bathroom and cleaned up the blood. She brought you a bandaid and first aid kit. After taking care of the injury, she spoke up.
“I think that you should go, he will only be angrier if you’re here when he gets back.” she instructed. You nodded before heading to the door.
The walk home your jaw hurt like hell and you had to think of a way so that Jason wouldn’t up and shoot the bastard. Long story short you walked slow to gain more time.
Putting your key in the door, before pushing it open you took a deep breath. Mentally preparing yourself for the bombardment of questions you were just about to receive.
Pushing it open you walked inside. Hanging up your coat and setting your bag on the table next to the door. Making your way to the bathroom.
Looking in the mirror you examined the forming bruise. Peeling off the bandaid and cleaning it up with rag.
“I thought I heard you come home” hearing a familiar voice. You looked at Jason and his grin dropped.
He strode over lifting your chin up with his finger, “What happened?” concern was laced in his voice, as his expression mirrored it.
“It’s nothing, just got mugged” you shrugged before turning back to the mirror.
“Mugged, during the day. You and I both know that’s not what happened.” He crossed his arms. Why did he have to be so damn intuitive?
“Come on cough it up.” He waved to you.
You sighed knowing lying would be no use. “It was [H/Bf/N]. I stood up to him and he slugged me” keeping your eyes from his.
“The son of a bitch did what?” He growled. His eyes darkened and his demeanor changed to vigilante rather than boyfriend.
“Jason please don’t, you know, murder him” you followed as he walked out of the bathroom. You knew where he was going, straight to his gun safe.
“Jason” you stopped him as he turned around. He looked at you, he was pissed off.
“I’m not going to let the bastard get away with it”
“I know and we shouldn’t but I think the police might be the best way to go on this one. Maybe we can make it so she won’t lose the apartment or anything. I have a friend in the police force, let me reach out” you persuaded, slowly removing the firearm from his grasp.
His tense body relaxed. Setting the gun back into the safe and turning back to face him.
He examined your face, gently brushing his thumb over the bruise. Then leaned and rested his forehead to yours. “You know I’d never hit you like that right? I know I have a temper but I’d never take it out on you”
“I know Jay. I know” brushing your nose against his.
You and Jason headed over to see [Bff/N] to try and convince her to talk to the police. She had told you he was out so the both of you left that minute. It didn’t take long to get there.
“Hey, how are you feeling?“ you questioned as the both of you walked into her apartment.
“I’m fine, what’re you guys doing here? Is something the matter?”
“Yeah, something is. We’re not letting you live like this anymore. I’m begging you, will you please talk to a police officer. I’ve reached out and a friend of mine is more than willing to talk with you” you begged as she began to think.
Though you all heard the door open, “I’m back.” You flinched slightly at the voice. Jason wrapped your hand in his when he noticed your flinch.
“Who the hell are you?” he questioned upon seeing Jason.
“I’m [F/n]’s boyfriend” Jason answered simply. He laughed, “Sorry for you man”
“Excuse me?” Jason stepped toward him. You kept a grip on his hand, keeping him from getting too far.
“She’s got a mouth on her that one, but I bet you keep it busy with other things huh?” He chuckled.
Okay, yeah… he’s a dead man.
Letting go of your hand he punched [H/Bf/N] right to the jaw” He fell to the floor within the instant.
“Agh, shit” he groaned, getting to his hands. When he stood up Jason pinned him to the wall, “Don’t ever tough her again. You do and you’ll be leaving in a body bag”
The two did not know how serious he actually was. You put a hand on his shoulder, “Bastards not worth it Jay”
At that he let him go before punching him again, knocking him out. “[Bff/N] how about you go grab somethings, you’re welcome to stay with [F/n] and I for awhile. Until you’ll be safe from this douche.”
She nodded and quickly ran into her bedroom. Grabbing some clothes and necessities.
Turning to him, you wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head on his chest. “That was hot”
You felt his chuckle vibrate in his chest, leading to a smile to grow on your features. “I’m always hot” he teased, making you punch his arm lightly.
You ended up taking [Bff/n] back to your place and convinced her to talk to the police. [H/Bf/N] was soon arrested and received a guilty verdict for assault.
She moved back into her old apartment, you and Jason gave her a hand with getting rid of [H/Bf/N]’s things. She thanked you for everything before you returned home.
Both collapsing on the couch you nestled into him. “Who would’ve thought, Jason Todd’s a hero during the day and night”
He chuckled, “I think you deserve the credit for helping her”
“Yeah but you knocked him out”
He smiled down at you. Before softly kissing your forehead, eliciting giggles from you.
“You’ll always be my hero though” saying it into his chest. Muffled by his shirt.
A smile grew on his face has he wrapped his arms around you tighter. How could anyone ever say they love someone and end up hitting them? He would never dream of hitting you. He just loves you too much.
It’s breakfast in the Great Hall and Draco is sipping his usual cup of tea while he surveys the Gryffindor table. His eyes are locked on [Y/N] [L/N] as he half listens to Pansy nattering on about the latest fashion trends in France or whatnot. He arches an eyebrow when he finally sees you reaching for your spoon but frowns when you make no move to put any food in your mouth.
It’s been going on like this for a while now, you coming down to the feasts only to sit quietly by your friends as you stare off into space. It also frustrates him that he seems to be the only one who has noticed your odd behavior.
“Pansy.” He says suddenly, interrupting her rather animated rant on leather skirts. “Does she look thinner to you?”
Pansy scrunches up her nose in confusion. “Does who look thinner?”
“Her.” Draco gestures in your direction with a piece of toast.
Pansy raises her finely plucked eyebrows at him skeptically but obliges him and regards you thoughtfully. “That’s [L/N], right? She does look a little bit on the light side.” She observed. She then swivels in her seat to look at Draco. “Why has that suddenly piqued your interest?” She asks slyly, a smirk slowly making itself home on her face.
“No reason.” Draco says quickly, making a show of devouring his last piece of toast. “You’d better eat up, class starts soon and I have no intention of waiting for you.” He tells her, eager to change the subject. Thankfully, Pansy decided not to pursue it instead choosing to continue he earlier rant. When he was sure that her attention was fully diverted, his focus sidled back to you. He really didn’t like this weird clenching feeling in his chest and he resolved to keep a close watch on you for the rest of the day.
The day passed and everything was relatively normal. True to his word, Draco’s attention never strayed from you and by the time lunch finally arrived, he was just about ready to tear his hair out.
Why hasn’t anybody noticed her condition?
You moved around sluggishly as if in a daze. Tiredness was written all over your face but no one so much as voiced their concerns.
“Eat for fucks sake. Eat.” He murmured under his breath. You frowned suddenly as if hearing his thoughts and for a split second, your eyes were locked onto his. The eye contact didn’t last, however, seeing as Draco quickly looked away praying to both things holy and unholy that no one had noticed how his skin had gone an unnatural shade of pink.
Dammit, I’m acting like a blushing maiden.
“Draco, you’re staring.” Pansy commented nonchalantly as she examined her reflection in the back of a spoon.
Draco glared at her halfheartedly. “Of course I’m not, shut up Pansy.”
Pansy merely stuck her tongue out at him in response, then her expression turned weirdly sympathetic. “If it makes you feel better, I have noticed that [L/N] has been acting a little oddly lately. She looked particularly unsteady on her way out of Potions, but then again, it could have been just the ghastly fumes omitting from that place.”
Draco perked up immediately. “Exactly, there’s definitely something going on with her! We just need to figure out w-” He stopped short at the look Pansy was now giving him. “What?”
Pansy just shook her head slowly while turning back to her reflection. “Has it occurred to you that you might be getting a little obsessive, darling?”
Draco spluttered indignantly.”I just think she’s acting a little off! That’s not obsessive, it’s healthy curiosity!” He retorted. “Besides, she’s a Gryffindor. Why would I be obsessive over a Gryffindor?”
Pansy stared off dreamily into space. “It’d be just like that muggle story.” She sighed. “Romeo and Juliet.”
“… Pansy.” He ground out through gritted teeth. “They both die you utter bint.”
“So? I happen to love tragic love stories.”
Draco groaned and didn’t even bother trying to look dignified when he let his head hit the table.
Draco’s worry was starting to wane as nothing out of the ordinary happened to you. Sure, he was still concerned but he figured maybe you had just caught a nasty sickness somewhere.
The incident occurred in the last class which happened to be Defence Against the Dark Arts (of course it was). Everything was going fine until the last half hour of the lesson, when the professor decided to test the students on the new spells they had been taught by organising a short dueling session.
To his chagrin, you got paired up with Theodore Nott, and Draco ended up with Looney Lovegood.
“No need to go easy on me, okay Draco? I can take care of myself.” Luna informed him in her usual dreamy like voice.
Draco caught his sneer in the last moment and instead gave the girl a strained nod before looking back at you. You were starting to look pale again, and are your hands shaking? These are not good signs.
“She doesn’t look good, does she?” Luna’s voice, laced with concern drifted into his ears. He turned to look at her in surprise.
“You noticed? Why haven’t you said anything to her? To her friends?” He snapped harshly.
Luna didn’t so much as flinch. “Why haven’t you said anything?” She countered.
Draco stared at her in disbelief. “Are you crazy? They’d hex me on the spot if I so much as got within seven paces of them!”
Luna tilted her head slightly to the side as she regarded him. “You’re right. I forgot that they didn’t like you much.” She said finally.
“They hate me, Looney.”
“Hate is a strong word.”
“Yes, that is why I used it funnily enough.”
Saving himself from the conversation, Draco turned away from the Lovegood girl and strode over to stand next to Theodore so that he and Luna could duel side by side to you.
You eyed him curiously up and down but didn’t say anything choosing to send a wicked smirk to Theodore. “Have you ever dueled before, Nott? I wouldn’t want to hurt you.”
Theodore looked taken aback at the jab, but took it in stride. “I would worry more about yourself, princess.” He teased, his tone bordering on flirtatious.
Draco was not okay with that.
Thankfully you seemed to take that as an insult because you expression cooled rapidly. “We’ll see.” You said quietly and without warning, you cast.
The Leg-Locker Curse hit Theodore square on the shoulder and he went down less than gracefully. His arms were still free though and he threw his own spell at you.
You didn’t miss a beat. “Protego.” You pointed your wand at a desk. “Oppugno.” It began mercilessly hammering Theodore on the head.
Said person had completely forgotten his wand in favour of using his arms to shield himself from the attacking object, while his legs were still pathetically glued together.
It was very clear who won that round.
“Go [Y/N]!” Luna cheered, clapping enthusiastically.
You gave her a tired smile in return, and that’s when Draco noticed your sudden pallor.
“How did react so quickly? Teach me your techniques!” Lovegood buzzed excitedly, not noticing how you were now swaying slightly.
Draco did notice however and he tensed.
You ran a hand through your hair as you gave Luna a strained smile. “T-there’s not much to teach, really. You’ve just got to mov-”
Draco was by your side in a heartbeat. He tapped your cheek lightly but you didn’t stir.
“Someone get the professor!” He yelled, ignoring the strange looks he was getting from his classmates.
“What’s happening, what have we got? Oh my.” The professor copied Draco’s position and kneeled down beside you. He took your wrist gently and paused for a moment listening to your pulse. Draco hadn’t realised he was stroking your hair but he didn’t stop, imagining that if you were awake, you would have found it comforting.
“Everyone, give Miss [L/N] some space please!” The professor declared. “We need to get her to the Hospital Wing.”
“I’ll do it.” Draco offered immediately. That finally got some reaction.
“Why you, Malfoy?” Weasley spat. “What gives you the right, huh?”
Draco glared at him hatefully. “Maybe because I actually noticed that she’s been feeling off. Unlike you, since you were too busy stuffing your fat face with whatever snacks you can get your filthy hands on!”
“You take that back, Ferret Face!” Weasley drew his wand, his face having gone a very unflattering shade of red that clashed horribly with his hair.
Draco drew his own wand in retaliation and was about ready to throw a hex at the twat but Potter stepped forward.
“Stop it! Stop it both of you! This isn’t going to help [Y/N] and Malfoy’s right, Ron. We weren’t exactly paying attention…” Potter stared shamefully at his feet leaving Draco slightly unnerved that The Boy Who Lived had actually stuck up for him.
“Enough, all of you.” The professor intervened. “I’ll be taking Miss [L/N] to the Hospital Wing. Class dismissed.”
“Professor, may I come with you?” Draco asked hastily, schooling his face into a hopeful expression causing Weasley to snort. Draco paid him no mind and continued to silently beg the professor. “Please sir, we don’t have any more classes anyway…” He pressed.
“All right.” The professor relented. “Come now, we’ve dawdled long enough.”
* * * * * * * * *
Draco never left your side. Not when you were lowered onto the bed. Not when Madame Pomfrey began casting spells on you. Not when she force fed you a potion (he had helped). Especially not when he had been told to leave.
The nurse had given in to his stubbornness and he had been allowed to stay for as long as he wished, on the pretense that he had no classes so that it wouldn’t be a problem.
His hands had somehow gravitated back to your hair and he was still stroking it when you awoke.
“Malfoy?” You inquired a little croakily.
“Y-yes?” He replied a little unsure of himself now that you were actually awake.
You and him weren’t really friends and he figured it was weird for you to be seeing only him right after gaining consciousness.
You sat up slowly and he didn’t stop you, mostly because he was afraid of what your reaction would be if he did. You took in your surroundings with a slight frown marring your features before turning back to look at him.
“What the hell am I doing here?”
“You fainted.” He said firmly, not able to think of any other way to explain it.
“Ah.” You said, stumped.
“Ah.” Draco echoed.
You gave him a weird look. “Why are you here?”
Thrown off guard by your forwardness, Draco frantically searched the recesses of his brain for a good answer. “Madame Pomfrey made me keep watch.” He lied.
You raised an eyebrow. “And you didn’t throw a fit? I’m impressed.” You mused. “I’m awake so you can go now.” You told him but he didn’t move.
“You fainted because you haven’t been sleeping and eating properly, according to Madame Pomfrey.” Draco said in a rush.
A flash of discomfort crossed your face. “Sooo?”
Draco stared at you incredulously. “So, why?!” He questioned.
You folded your arms across your chest and avoided his gaze, fixing your eyes on a bedpost instead. “That is completely none of your business, Malfoy. Why on earth do you care?”
Draco stood his ground. “Why?” He repeated.
“That’s my question.”
“Sod off, Malfoy.”
“Tell me what’s going on.”
“Oh for Godric’s sake. Fine!”
Draco smirked in triumph while you looked like you’d very much like to punch him. He waited patiently while you gathered your wits about you and let out a breath of frustration.
“It’s nothing drastic….” You began quietly.
Draco nodded slightly to indicate he was listening.
“You know my family, right? Well, they’ve always stuck to the oldest traditions and I recently got a letter from them saying that they had arranged a marriage for me and a boy from the Rincewood family.”
Something sharp twisted in Draco’s gut at that and his throat dried up. “They’re quite prestigious.” He managed.
“I declined.” You said flatly.
There was a pause.
“You… declined.” Draco repeated slowly.
You nodded. “They didn’t take it well and one thing led to another. So they may or may not have disowned me now.” You finished in one breath.
Draco sat back in shock. “They really disowned you?”
“Yup.” You confirmed. “The not eating and sleeping was unintentional on my part. It was just the stress building up.”
You sounded quite detached about it all, resigned even. Your eyes had a glossy sheen to them and it seemed to him that you were trying very hard not to cry.
For some reason, he got a really strong urge to comfort you and before he knew it, his hand had already moved to place itself tentatively on your arm and when you didn’t shake him off, he found your hand and gripped it reassuringly. A voice in the back of his head told him that this was very unlike him but he silenced it.
“They’ll come around eventually.” He said as supportively as he could.
You scoffed and rolled your eyes but your fingers curled around his a little tighter. “You obviously don’t know my parents, Malfoy.”
Draco took a chance and used his free hand to thread his fingers back into your hair again. He couldn’t quite hold back his smile when you relaxed into his touch almost immediately.
“You’re right, I don’t know your parents.” He agreed. “But parents are parents. They can be fuck ups- I mean look at my parents- but at the end of the day, they’ll always love you… in their own twisted way.”
You fell silent for a moment but when you spoke again you sounded hopeful. “You think so?”
“Yeah.” He said, shifting uncomfortably. This comforting business really wasn’t his fort but then the smile you gave him afterwards ruled out any other thought. Damn that was bright.
“Besides,” He continued. “If it doesn’t work out, you could always come stay at the Manor for a while. There’s an empty room next to mine you could- wait- wha- why are you laughing?”
You shrugged helplessly, letting go of his hand to cover your mouth with it. Draco tried very, very hard not to frown but figured he didn’t quite manage it.
“I didn’t really believe Parkinson when she told me you had a crush on me, but now you’re actually asking me to move in with you and I just- “ You dissolved into another fit.
Draco scowled, his face heating up rapidly. “Pansy is a fucking traitor.” He muttered darkly.
You sobered up after a bit and looked at him gratefully. “Thank you, I really appreciate it but this is kind of my problem. I should be the one dealing with it.”
Draco arched an eyebrow and stared pointedly at the hospital bed you were currently on. “And how is that working for you?”
“Not good.” You admitted.
Draco sighed and left his chair to sit on the bed next you. “Look, “ He said. “It’s quite clear that it’s out of the bag that I might… fancy you a little bit and you had to find out from Pansy making it downright humiliating on my part. The least you could do is let me help you.”
You narrowed your eyes at him. “You really are a Slytherin, aren’t you?”
“I wonder why the Sorting Hat decided to put me there?”
“Cut the sarcasm, dollop head.”
“That’s not even a word.”
“Sure it is.”
Draco crossed his arms over his chest. “Fine then. Describe dollop head.” [A/N: This is a Merlin reference because I like it and I want to.]
“In two words?”
“If you can.”
“… Ah. Ha. Ha. Do we have a deal or not?”
Your eyes glinted in mischief. “Only if you can tell me where this phrase is from.”
Draco blinked in confusion. “What phrase?”
You cleared your throat dramatically then fixed him with a mock glare. “My father will hear about this!!”