I’m not sure why I hate the epilogue of Harry Potter so much, but I always imagine Harry getting completely BORED of normal life a year into it. He can’t handle it. His life has always been filled with trouble, kind of like Lord Tennyson’s view of Ulysses, and he goes stir-crazy, engaging in reckless behaviour almost daily. Hermione is worried sick because it’s causing Harry and Ginny to fight. ‘You got through all you went through in your 19 years just to kill yourself on some bloody dare?!’

Draco Malfoy shows up on Hermione’s twentieth birthday with a story of how he can’t handle how he was a coward and talks of how he killed a demon that tried to devour an old lady on the outskirts of muggle London. He says he wants to do this again; the thrill of it was amazing but he needs a partner or two. Harry and Hermione are all for it. Hermione, too, has grown tired of the Ministry life. After all, she has already secured rights for elves and goblins if they want them; that only took her a year. Hunting evil things is appealing, and she’ll be helping not only the wizarding community but the non-magical one as well.

Ginny is furious and leaves Harry for Blaise Zambini. Ron is not keen on more adventure, either. He decides he would rather help George at the joke shop than work with a Malfoy, although he, Harry, and Hermione will stay in touch. ‘Write to me every week,’ he threatens, ‘or else.’

Harry, Hermione, and Draco go on to live their lives doing the things Gilderoy Lockhart only claimed to do: battling demons, ghosts, poltergeists, sirens, urban legends, vampires, and more –all with a magical tent and three wands instead of a Chevy Impala and guns.

They call on Luna Lovegood whenever they encounter a creature they know next to nothing about, pop in on the Weasleys from time to time, and even allow Ginny to write books of their travels based on Hermione’s obsessive journal-keeping.

They become animagi. Hermione watches in surprise as her patronus changes into something unexpected. To her utmost delight, they learn about different forms of magic, even gain new magical abilities whenever they encounter a wise tutor well-versed in the more obscure magical arts.

Odd things happening while on the road are completely normal: one time, this crazy drunk American fangirl dressed up like Supergirl, who went by the name of Charlie Bradbury, latched onto Hermione’s back like koala bear when they were investigating a case at Comic-Con and wouldn’t let go, proclaiming as loud as that Banshee that one time in Ireland that Hermione was her idol, and that she was so glad she didn’t actually marry Ron.

'She reminds me of you when you were around Gilderoy Lockhart,’ Harry had said with great fondness afterwards. The backhand he took to the gut and death glare from his best friend, he thought, were completely worth it. 'Look at it this way, Hermione, she was so drunk she got a Princess Leia tattoo. She won’t remember anything.’

Imagine Hermione frustrated and flustered with her head in her hands as Harry and Draco’s school rivalry almost cost them their lives yet again. Then, she loses her temper, and both boys shrink back in fear. 'Has she always been this scary?’ Draco mutters out of the corner of his mouth to which Harry can only nod furiously. The disappointment the both of them feel is almost childlike. Draco and Harry become very close. Killing creatures will bond even the worst enemies together.

It changes Draco. All of his prior prejudice is smashed having spent so much time with his childhood rivals, and he becomes a much better person for it. Harry is reminded of Snape, and how Dumbledore once voiced he thought they sorted too early. Maybe Draco belonged in Gryffindor, too. Though the pain etched deep within Draco is visibly fading, it will never go away completely, and Harry often wonders what would have happened had he been sorted into Gryffindor with them.

Harry, however, is fully satisfied in that moment. They are in the middle of a hunt. Sitting against the front of the tent in a small forest on the east border of Paris, Harry lets out a long sigh. It is the first time he feels truly at ease in a while. Adjusting his glasses, he takes in the loving and relaxing company of two of his closest friends.

Draco is fiddling with the old radio, and tears of laughter escape Hermione as she reads. This is a normal night for all of them. 'Albus Severus?!’ she hollers, unable to keep her grip on the novel that has her undivided attention. The pumkin-coloured book falls, still open, flat on her stomach, and she dissolves completely into a fit of giggles. 'Muggles have quite the imagination these days, don’t they, Harry?’

'It’s not that bad of a name,’ Draco says, rolling his eyes. He turns the dial on the radio, and a hauntingly familiar tune sounds through it. His annoyed frown is replaced by a smirk, 'Your song is playing, you two.’

Harry can’t help but snort. Hermione throws a sarcastic remark towards Draco over the name Scorpious, before Harry finds himself being dragged to his feet by his childhood friend. Green eyes meet brown ones with a grin. They can’t not dance to 'Oh Children.’

Holding Hermione’s body close to him and swaying to the music under the stars, not all that different from the time they did a little over five years ago, he knows he made the right choice in going on the road. He is drinking life to the lees. This brilliant life with all its scars, beauty, and constant excitement is magical. It has made everything well again.

—  Non-Canon Epilogue : Drinking Life to the Lees
[New Sides] Draco x Reader

A/N: My first published fic on Tumblr! It is currently 2:49 AM haha,,, I desperately wanted something to start my blog off so it’s not as good as it could’ve been, but still!

Word Cound: 1,742

Warnings: I think there is like one curse word? Hufflepuff Reader. Female pronouns. Has not been proof-read.

Summary: (Name) has a small clothing accident which leads to a flustered Draco and a sweet ending! (Will probably do a part two.)


There she was.

‘Bloody hell, how could someone be that perfect?’


Draco studied her, taking in her features from afar.

He had almost memorized her and the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she would get so lost in her own thoughts in class.

She would walk to the side closest to a wall alongside Neville Longbottom and her Hufflepuff friend Lynne. She would make small conversation and express small emotions. Very rarely would she draw attention to herself, her smiles being short and sweet and her laughs as delicate as a daisy petal.

She had a nervous twitch where she would play with her hair in some shape or form, twiddling it between her index finger and her thumb or curling it around a few times before brushing it out again.

She didn’t like rough flirting. He had figured that out immediately when Cormac approached (Name) and shot out some weird pick up lines, did the thing where he trapped her between two of his arms and backed her against a wall, and basically told her she had to go out on a date with him.

Her answer was obvious when all he received was a hard slap to the face and hard shove backwards.

They were partners in Potions once and Draco found himself staring at her constantly. She was so gentle, yet she knew how to stand up for herself.

He had learned so much about her just by studying her and seeing how she reacted to certain scenarios.

Draco, on the other hand, didn’t even try to approach her. He knew all it would end in was a rejection, and honestly he didn’t want his reputation damaged… No matter how infatuated he was with her.

Draco turned his attention from the Hufflepuff girl scurrying to catch up with her friends.

“… Did you hear me?” Blaise snapped his fingers in front of him, causing him to jump slightly.


“I asked what you were staring at.” Blaise stated, eyes narrowed. “A chick?”

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geekgirl101 replied to your post “Antisemitism? How? ��”

but Snape was based on a teacher JKR had in grade school. She didn’t make him “Stereotypically Jewish.”

Maybe you should listen to what Jewish people like Mod Egg have to say about this instead of just arguing?

Here is one comment on that post that is particularly important:


The thing to remember before “it’s a reach!” Is that JKR does this *all the time*. It’s not just about Snape being the literal embodiment of antisemitic tropes (inspired by Shakespeare, among other classical authors, btw, a source JKR repeatedly draws from for references).

She never canonically stated Dumbledore’s sexuality, even as she wrote a 700 page book about him, because, “it’s for kids”. Lycanthropy is coded as an AIDS-equivalent and Remus Lupin was infected as a child by a male pedophile. There’s three major gay-coded tropes for you.

The reason there were so many casting backlashes is because JKR rarely uses racial descriptors in her writing. Blaise Zambini. Dean Thomas, who had no race in the original printing. Lavender Brown, who was black until she started dating Ron. JKR writes from a perspective that “doesn’t see race”, and her resultant work is “colorblind.” Color blindness is a white thing, and many, many minorities on tumblr have spoken more eloquently than I about why it’s not so great and mostly exists to make white people feel good.

None of this is to say one is equivalent or more oppressive than the others, before I start getting messaged. *They’re all bad.* But the point is that JKR is an author who writes very much from the perspective of her own privilege. She doesn’t examine the tropes she’s relying on and she doesn’t acknowledge how harmful they are. She probably never stops to realize they’re tropes at all, or that they originated from historic hatred of marginalized groups. She’s not consciously bigoted - she just isn’t self-aware enough to check herself before she strays into murky portrayals and invisible minorities.

So looking at her track record on the whole, is it *really* such a reach?


I’m not Jewish. I am not the expert on antisemitic tropes. But I see a lot of Jewish people speaking out and I think as people who aren’t Jewish, we should be listening to them.  So I think instead of saying, “But she didn’t mean to do it!” or “She never did that!” it would be more productive to say, “Okay, she did it without meaning to do so, but it was still hurtful and people are allowed to be upset and concerned, and I need to make an effort not to make that same mistake and stay educated so I don’t hurt people too.”

-Mod Bella 


Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

Blaise Zabini Imagine - You're Really Beautiful

There he was. Walking into the Great Hall with Draco Malfoy by his side. Your head wasn’t the only one that turned for him. Dozens of other girls fancied Blaise as well. Skinny, pretty Slytherin girls. Ones that got to see him everyday and actually had a chance with him. You weren’t like them. You were a little chubby but still pretty. But even you knew that wasn’t enough to get Blaise to like you.

“Y/n?” Your friend, Carter pulled you out of your own thoughts.

“Yes” you answered her

“Were you staring at him again?”

“Maybe I was, maybe I wasn’t. It doesn’t matter anyways it’s not like he would ever like me back.” You pushed you food away and stood up from the Ravenclaw table. You had Charms with the Slytherins first, and you weren’t excited to see a bunch of girls all over Blaise. Carter and you got to the class room early, so you decided to play hangman.

“Haha Blaise you are so funny!” A Slytherin girl squeaked as she followed him into the classroom.

“He’s not that funny” Draco said obviously annoyed the girl wasn’t paying any attention to him.

“Yes he is, Draco. Oh and Blaise, I was wondering if you could help me with my transfiguration homework later?” The annoying slytherin batted her eye lashes at him.

“Um I’m not that good with transfigurations, so you might want to ask someone else. Bye.” Blaise’s deep voice spoke. You laughed as the girl stomped her feet and walked away. She glared at you and you averted your eyes back to your paper. A couple minutes later, class started.


Your day had been pretty good, until dinner came around. The annoying Slytherin girl cornered you and said,

“I saw you looking at Blaise. You better stay away from him, he’s obviously mine.” She sneered “but it’s not like you’d ever have a chance anyways you fat bitch.” She laughed in your face and walked away. Suddenly, you weren’t hungry anymore. You turned around and started in the opposite direction of the Great Hall. Tears started cascading down your cheeks, but you just brushed them away. “She’s right. I will never have a chance with him.” You thought.
Someone grabbed your arm and pulled you into a classroom before you even had time to scream. They had there had over your mouth, but took it way as soon as the door closed. You backed away from the shadowy figure until your legs hit a desk. The figure started walking towards you and the first thing you saw was a Slytherin crest. You looked up at the face and saw the chocolate brown eyes you fell in love with.

“Y/n, are you alright? I saw what that girl said to you and how horrible she acted towards you” Blaise spoke as he hung his head to meet your eyes. You quickly looked away and muttered,

“I’m okay. It happens all the time, you don’t have to worry about me.” Your eyes were glued to the floor as you spoke to him. Blaise gently lifted your head, with his fingers, and made you look into his eyes.

“I can see your not ok. Don’t listen to her, she’s just mad because I don’t like her.” He said softly. I just nodded and said “ok” Blaise didn’t seem so convinced that I was okay because he kept going.

“You know you’re really beautiful right? Your beauty isn’t even on the same level as most of the girls at this school.”

“Thank you, Blaise” you sniffled

“It’s no problem. I like spending time like this with you. We should do it a lot more.” He winked. You laughed and said,

“Yeah, we really should”

After he helped you dry your last couple of tears, you both walked to the Great Hall and sat at the Slytherin table for dinner. Almost all the Slytherin girls glared at you, but Blaise glared right back and that made them look away. He held your hand turning dinner to calm you. Then walked you back to the Ravenclaw tower. He took you by surprise and kissed your cheek and told you,
“Sweet dreams, love”

whateverrrrgirl  asked:

Nott, you won't believe this. I got my foot stuck in one of the staircases and guess who struts up to me while I'm trapped. Draco. And he talks to me for an HOUR about just finished telling me how horrible potters nose is with those horrid glasses and his filthy mudblood friends and the entire time he's just sitting there while I'm trying to free myself, bet you can't top that. -A very tired Blaise Zambini

Theodore: “Once Draco didn’t even know Potter was there which was a surprise since Draco always knows where Potter is.”

Draco: “Theodore I’m still here, are you listening to me?”

ok but think about drastoria ?? like my head canon is that it’s not something that happens suddenly after the war but a gradual relationship that’s merely a shadow in the books like imagine

  • emotionally unstable astoria greengrass who has boyfriends from second year onwards, emotionally unstable astoria greengrass who is having trouble finding herself bc her sister is so well known and popular. she’s really pretty but kind of strange and weird and she keeps to herself. she doesn’t have friends but a constant string of boyfriends bc she doesn’t need companionship she needs love and affection and attention ( all the things she’s lacking at home )
  • ‘i don’t date slytherins’ she proclaims some time in her third year after blaise zambini gets too clingy after a week of dating. she sticks to ravenclaw boys who write her poems, hufflepuff boys who buy her gifts and rarely griffindor boys because they get themselves beat up for her and she can’t stand the sight of blood.
  • draco malfoy coming over to daphne’s some time in his fourth year holidays and astoria opens the door and he’s distracted for the next thirty minutes. he notices her first, because she rarely pays attention to daphne’s friends. from then on the occasional glimpse of the girl strangely brightens his day but he doesn’t really think about it.
  • daphne telling stories about astoria and draco finds himself smiling and quickly stops.
  • daphne jokingly warning the boys ‘if you date my sister i’m going to cut off both of you’re hands’ but for a moment he’s like ?? wait ?? date this girl ??? and then that makes him think about kissing and stupid stuff like hand holding. he considers it for five minutes because she’s quite easy on the eyes but then decides not to because it wouldn’t be worth the trouble.
  • they’re both single in her fourth year for about a week. he avoids her gaze, but she doesn’t notice.
  • aND THEN SHE DOES. it’s just some random day but he walks past her and he’s holding pansy’s hand and the way he looks make astoria briefly consider her rule.
  • he’s sick some time mid-way into the year and she comes up to him and says, ‘i hope you get better soon’ and walks away. they haven’t even been introduced. he finds himself staring at her retreating back and wondering if she’s joking or not ?? she remains a mystery to him for like the next three years, because that’s how long it takes for them to talk to each other again.
  • she dates theodore throughout draco’s sixth year and suddenly her name pops up everywhere. the boy is obviously smitten but she’s obviously not although she tries to tell herself she is.
  • he goes through hell that year. she notices that he’s no longer attending quidditch matches and wonders why.
  • neither of them have time for romance in his seventh year. nothing happens. well, something does happen — she grows up. she doesn’t have a boyfriend and realises she doesn’t need one. she gives up her nightmare and in exchange, he begins to live his.
  • the day after the war he finds her lying under some debris of a broken building and carries the girl to the hospital. he checks back every day to see if she’s okay, but never talks to her because she’s mainly just sleeping.
  • the fourth day he comes to the infirmary and she’s gone ?? and it’s like ??? suddenly he needs to find out where she went and with who and if she’s ok and all the while he’s wondering if she asked for him but that’s the one question that doesn’t leave his lips.
  • he doesn’t see her for six months after that and he’s almost forgotten about this girl. but then mcgonagall calls him into hogwarts one day and there’s a quirdtich match on and he wonders down and there’s a pretty girl with dark brown hair flying seeker and it takes him a fulle three minutes to realise it’s her
  • after the match she strides up to him and she’s confident af and says, ‘thanks for saving my life, by the way’ all deadpan and strong with the wind blowing in her hair. they then proceed to exchange about thirty words but that’s massive.
  • she doesn’t introduce herself to him, because she knows he knows it already and etiquette is bullshit that wastes time anyway.
  • they bump into each other after she graduates and begin spending time together. they mainly just walk and talk because both like the sound of the other’s voice. she’s ice and he’s fire and when they argue they don’t speak to each other for months.
  • they both see other people and both outrightly criticise  the other’s partner. they share the same bed sometimes when the other is having nightmare ( they don’t talk about it in the morning ) and although there’s no kissing the touch of his arm against her waist can keep her up all night.
  • they don’t date until it’s two years since she’s graduated and three for him. she gets into a fight with some idiot who slaps her and when draco see’s her reaches out and touches her face and says ‘where does he live’ she says ‘no’ and he says ‘no one does this to my girlfriend. to you’
  • that’s it. they’re dating.
  • daphne doesn’t cut off both of his hands but she sure as well tries.
“I Don’t Want To Be Like Him”  ~  Draco x reader

“Hi there, love! Would it be possible to get a Draco x reader, please? One where Draco has a slight panic attack when he comes to the conclusion that he’s turning into his father. (Y/N) is there and she promises Draco that he’s nothing like his father and that she would make sure he would never become like his father either.” ~Anon

Hi! Thank you so much for the request! I was absolutely thrilled to write this! I’ve been feeling a bit under the weather lately (due to these horrible temperature and weather changes), so I had a bit of an excuse to sit inside on my laptop all day😂.

Anyway, I loved writing this. I hope you enjoy😊😘


“Hey.” y/n said, standing in the doorway of Draco’s dormitory. “Ready to head to dinner?”

Draco was laying on his bed. He looked at his girlfriend with a smile. “Of course I am, love.”

She giggled. “Well, let’s go!”

They headed to the Great Hall together, hand in hand. It was a lovely Sunday evening. Y/n sat down next to Draco at the Slytherin house table.

“I’m so not ready for class tomorrow.”

“No one is, Zambini.” she stated.

Draco was really quiet all throughout dinner, which was very unlike him. Y/n noticed, but didn’t say anything. After they ate, they got up and left the table, heading back to the common room.

“Are you alright?”

Draco nodded with a smile as he sat down on the sofa. “I’m fine.”

She smiled back at him. “You’ve just been really quiet and distant today.”

He didn’t reply.

Y/n yawned. “I think I’m gonna try and get some sleep.”


“Goodnight, Sweetheart.”

Y/n didn’t sleep well that night.  She never did on Sunday nights. There was something different about this one though. Something she couldn’t quite grasp. She got out of bed and headed to the common room. Maybe the giant squid would be visible.

She leaned on the railing of the balcony over looking the common room. The giant squid wasn’t around, but something else caught her attention. She ran down the stairs with worry.

She slowly sat down on the couch. “It’s 2AM. What are you doing down here?”

No reply.

“Draco, Love.”

His breathing intensified, getting faster and heavier by each breath. Tears started to fill his silver eyes. Soon, his cheeks were reflecting the firelight from the torches on the walls.

Sitting up a little straighter, y/n put a hand on his arm and rubbed it gently. “Shh… breathe.” He was scaring her. “Breathe.”

He took a deep breath, but it only seemed to make matters worse. Y/n had never seen him like this before. “What’s wrong?”

“Idon’twanttobelikehimandI’mturningintohimandI—” he sobbed uncontrollably.

She slipped her free hand into his. “Slow down. Take a deep breath.” Her eyes were starting to water a bit.

“I-I’m t-t-turning in-to my fath-ther.”

“Sweetheart.” She shook her head slightly.

“Yo-you-you…” He continued to hyperventilate. “you said I wa-as b-b-eing qui-et and di-stan-t. Ever s-ince I-I’ve be-en Head of th-the Man-or, I ju-jus-t—” His breaths quickened again.

Y/n wrapped her arms around him tightly. “Draco…” She rubbed his back in different patterns.

He laid his head on her shoulder, still breathing harshly. “I do-on’t want to-o b-be like h-h-him. He’s c-cold. He-e’s dist-ant. And, now I-I am.”

“No you’re not.”

“Yes I am.”

“If you were, you would have pushed me away by now.” She sighed.

He finally could complete full words. “I didn’t because I love you, and you make me feel better.”

“Then why didn’t you come get me?”

“Because I didn’t want to wake you up.”

She let go of him and looked into those silver eyes of his. She gazed at him for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“I know you don’t sleep well on Sunday nights, and I didn’t want to wake you up and make you even more tired in the morning.”

She stroked his cheek with her thumb. “You’re nothing like your father.” Her voice was breaking a bit.

“Yes I—”

“No you’re not!” She sniffled. “If you were, you wouldn’t be awake right now. You wouldn’t be overthinking everything that came to your mind. You wouldn’t care about anything.”

“But I don’t!”

“Draco…” A tear rolled down her cheek. “But you do. You care so much. You didn’t even wake me up because you were afraid I’d be mad at you for making me more tired.” She sniffled again. “You know I’m always tired.” she giggled, still crying a bit.

He did the same. “Yeah.”

“What brought on all this?”

“Well,” he began, “I had a dream the other night that I became Head of the Manor, and you broke up with me because I was turning into my father. I didn’t want to talk about it, because I didn’t know how to explain it, but it’s all I could think about. So, I just stayed quiet, and then you said I was being distant, and I thought everything was really happening.” He looked into her y/e/c eyes. “I just didn’t want to lose you.”

Y/n stayed silent.

“I love you.” he said, just before placing his lips on hers. He pulled her closer with each movement. His cheeks were sticky from the tears that had not yet dried.

“You need sleep.” y/n whispered after pulling away slightly.

“I don’t know if I can.”

She slowly moved out of Draco’s grip and stood up. “Come on.” She reached for his hand and waited for him to get up.

They walked up the stairs and into y/n’s room. Y/n went to her dresser and pulled out one of Draco’s sweatshirts along with an oversized pair of pink fleece pajama pants. “Here.” she smiled, handing it to him. “I’m pretty sure sleeping in your uniform would be uncomfortable.”

Draco didn’t mind changing in front of her. All the other girls were asleep, so they wouldn’t know. He really didn’t want to leave her room anyway. “I like these pants.” he joked quietly.

“That’s the only pair I could find.”

He slid into her bed. “They’re really comfy.”

Y/n giggled. “They are.” She neatly folded his clothes and set them on her desk, getting into bed just after.

Draco held her close. “Sorry for keeping you up all night.”

She rubbed the back of his shoulder. “Don’t be.”

“If I ever start to act like my father, will you let me know?”

“If that ever happens, I will.” She nuzzled her head against his chest. “But, I highly doubt that you’ll ever have to worry about that.”

We Were Thieves (New Year's Eve) Draco Malfoy x Reader Imagine

In this imagine, the reader attends the Malfoys’ New Year’s Eve party at Malfoy Manor, a place teeming with golden lights, sweet champagne, and beautiful music. It’s a night of dancing, stolen moments, and suspicious parents leading to confrontation and sleepy confessions. It’s been one trying year for the couple, but with the promise of a fresh start anything is possible.

Y/N - Your name
Y/L/N - Your last name
~~~ - used to indicate the passage of time

Warnings: suggestive content, one mild curse word

Word Count: 2,418


I look up at the stars, head dizzy from the amount of champagne I’ve consumed tonight. It’s New Years Eve and cool winter breeze ruffles my hair as my hands trace the worn stone of the balcony rail. Behind me a party is in full swing at Malfoy Manor, laughter spills out into the night air and the klink of glasses combines with unknown music to cover the underlying sense of unease. The last year has been crazy, and the next one is uncertain.

“There you are, I was beginning to worry that someone had stolen you away.” Draco’s arm wraps around my waist, his other hand holding a dainty glass of sparkling liquid.

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The signs as Slytherins

Virgo - Bellatrix Lestrange
Libra - Marcus Flint
Taurus - Gregory Goyle
Cancer - Severus Snape
Pisces - Pansy Parkinson
Leo - Blaise Zambini
Scorpio - Vincent Crabbe
Gemini - Draco Malfoy
Aries - Salazar Slytherin
Capricorn - Horace Slughorn
Aquarius - Tom Riddle
Sagittarius - Regulus Black

“The Elemental”  ~  Draco x reader

“Hi 👋🏻 I was wondering if you could maybe do a Draco x reader where the reader is an elemental. I don’t really mind what happens in it but I thought it would be pretty cool 😊💜” ~Anon

Thank you so much for sending in your request! I loved it! It was very fun to write, and I hope you enjoy it😊😘


They didn’t know the damage she could do. Hogwarts was under a severe storm, and everyone was in the dungeons waiting for it to end. The Slytherin house had been evacuated, due to the lake basically being in their common room, but y/n stayed. She was lying face down on her bed, bawling her eyes out. Blaise Zambini had just broken up with her.

She sat up and threw her pillow across the room with a scream. She loved him, or so she thought. The storm worsened as she got angrier. She couldn’t control her powers when she was like this. There was a knock at the door. She panicked, but collected her self enough to speak. “What…”

Draco walked in and shut the door behind him. “Hey.” he said in a hushed tone, picking up the pillow she’d thrown and sitting down on the side of her bed. “You shouldn’t be in here. That storm is getting worse by the minute.”

Y/n’s heart began to rush. “What storm?”

He saw her tear stained cheeks, watery mascara running down her neck. “Y/n…” He rubbed her arm. “I’m sorry.”

Her crying started again. Draco pulled her in for a hug, and she cried into his shoulder, causing smudged eyelash prints to appear on his shirt. She raised up after a few minutes and giggled slightly at the black marks. “Sorry for staining your shirt.”

“That’s alright.” he smiled. “It’s just a shirt.”

They sat there for a while in silence. The storm lightened up a bit, but they didn’t know. They couldn’t hear it anyway.

“Zambini’s an idiot.” Draco stated, breaking that silence. “He doesn’t know what he’s lost.”

She sighed and wiped her eyes with her bed sheets.

“Don’t stain your bed sheets, y/n.”

“I ran out of tissues.”

“Well,” he began, “since we’re not supposed to be in here, let’s go get you some more. We can sneak up to the astronomy tower if you’d like.”

Y/n nodded. “Yeah. Sounds fun.”

“Let’s go then.”

Somehow, they managed to sneak past all of the professors and staff members, even with y/n dragging a huge blanket along. When they reached the astronomy tower, they looked out at the dark clouds covering the sky. Y/n started to feel a bit better, and for fun, she pointed her finger to the clouds, making a bolt of lightning strike a tree in the Forbidden Forest.

“We better be careful up here.” Draco said with a bit of fear in his voice.

“Are you scared you’ll get struck by lightning? y/n questioned jokingly.

He chuckled. “A little, yeah.”

“Don’t be.” she smiled, making another lightning bolt strike a bit closer to the castle.

Draco looked at her with an eyebrow raised. “Are you doing this? Controlling the… the…”

“The lightning?” she finished. “Yeah…”


She nodded.

“Without a wand?” He was simply amazed.

Y/n giggled with a nod. “Is it bad that I want them to evacuate the dungeons?” she asked, changing the topic.

“Do it!” Draco chuckled.

She set the blanket down where she was and motioned Draco as she ran toward the stairs. They ran to the bathrooms nearest to the dungeon stairs.

“I can’t go in there.”

“Draco, please. There’s no one up here.”

“Fine!” he joked.

They walked into the girls lavatory. “Ready?”

Draco nodded with a smile.

“This is for you, Blaise Zambini.” she scoffed.

Suddenly, the sinks, toilets, and baths started spewing water all over the floor. “Come on!” Y/n exclaimed, grabbing Draco by the hand.

“Where are we going now?”

“Back upstairs, obviously! Do you want to drown?”

He laughed as they ran back up the stairs to the astronomy tower. It wasn’t long until the students were heard complaining about the flood. Y/n and Draco looked out at the sky once more.

“Look at the stars.” Draco said, looking out with a sense of happiness. “So glad to see them again.”

Y/n knew what he meant by that. She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

Draco picked up y/n’s blanket and spread it out on the floor. He sat down and motioned y/n to sit beside him. She did just that and laid her head on Draco’s shoulder. He put his arm around her and held her close. “Let’s make Zambini realize what he’s lost tonight.”

She giggled and kissed Draco’s cheek. “Alright.”

I m a g i n e: Draco x Reader

Imagine you’re a Slytherin student and you’re in the same class as Draco. Your third year at Hogwarts has already started and Draco thinks you’ve changed and he starts paying attention to you. Of course you are a pureblood and come from a wealthy family. _____________________________________ Draco Malfoy sat in the Slytherin common room, waiting for the next class to start. It was around 9 in the morning and he was ditching the Potion Class, because he didn’t want to go. Meanwhile you were in the class, wondering if Snape will notice you sneak from the classroom. Honestly you were bored and you had to go to the ladies room, since you drank too much of pumpkin juice in the morning. Somehow Snape didn’t notice you and you ran to your common room, before any other professor would notice you. You had long hair, which you combed every night before going to sleep. It was just something you would do, because let’s face it, hair looked really nice in the morning. The Slytherin boys considered you as the most beautiful girl in the school and Gryffindor boys liked you too, since you were nice to everyone. It wasn’t like you were a saint, you were kind of a badass, who did stupid things occasionally. But you weren’t that kind of girl who would go in a relationship after knowing a guy for only a short time. And there was no one who liked you that you liked back, they were all the same to you. Except for one. Draco Malfoy, the handsome one, was different from all other boys. He was a rebel, smart and had this look of a bad boy. All Slytherin girls were secretly dreaming about him, but he didn’t mind getting himself a girlfriend, since there was no girl he liked. Well, so he thought until (y/n) ran past him, while he sat in the common room. You didn’t see him, all you were thinking about was the bathroom in your room. When you did what you had to do, you returned to the common room, this time walking. Draco was still sitting, while he wondered who was the girl he saw a few minutes ago. And there you were, he looked at you, but you still didn’t see him, you just went to the seat which was not far from his. Draco looked at you, while you were warming yourself at the fireplace. (Y/N) (Y/L/N), he thought. The girl from his class, clever, funny and well…actually very beautiful. He never seemed to notice you until now. How? He thought. Draco was now sorry he didn’t go to his morning class, but if he did he wouldn’t see you, well not in that way. He smiled and confident as he was, he said “ditching Snape?” You looked up from the fire, searching for the person whose voice spoke to her. Then you noticed him, Draco. He was so handsome, you thought. “Guess I’m not the only one.” You said. You now understood why the class was so boring, Draco wasn’t there. You didn’t have a crush on him or anything, but you had a soft spot for him. “I had a headache.” Draco lied. “Oh I see.” You said chuckling to him, obviously knowing he was lying. Before you could say anything else, the Slytherin common room was filled with students. It seemed like the class was over. Blaise Zambini grabbed Draco’s arm, pulling him from the common room, while telling him something that Crabbe and Goyle did. Draco listened to the silly prank Crabbe pulled on Harry Potter, then he and Blaise headed to the next class. You were smiling to yourself, Draco bloody Malfoy talked to you! You weren’t fangirling about him, you’d still think he’s cute if his name was something else than Draco Malfoy. But his voice was so sweet and he smiled at you like a god. He was just being nice, you thought. Why would he like you? But if he did, why all of a sudden? Why not last year, why now? You grabbed your books and left with your friend to the next class. Draco was surrounded with Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy, his friends. Harry Potter and Ron Weasley were the subject of their conversation. You talked with a girl named Milicent Bulstrode, who sat next to you. She told you a joke and so you laughed a little. Draco however, who sat two rows behind you, heard your laugh. Then he looked at you, while you talked to Milicent. She is really pretty and her laugh is so cute, he thought. There is something so positive about you, like all he did was just smile like an idiot. The whole class, he admired your long hair, not even paying attention to the class. It was dinner time and this time you sat next to Milicent and Pansy Parkinson. You girls talked about the next Quidditch match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff. You saw Draco and his gang coming and you thought he’s going to sit down as soon as he reaches the Slytherin table, but he didn’t. He walked all the way down to where you three sat. He sat next to Pansy smiling at you, so you smiled back. Pansy wasn’t surprised he sat next to her, they were good friends, so she continued on talking about how she thinks Hufflepuff will lose against Slytherin. Crabbe and Goyle quickly joined in and all 7 of you were now having a conversation, just that Draco and you were quiet. You were glaring at each other, smiling to one another about the comments your friends made. “It’s Hufflepuff we’re talking about guys! Even their name says they’re playing like girls.” Crabbe said out loud, he was so thrilled about this subject. Blaise laughed and started telling something about how his mother once dated a famous Quidditch player. Draco then quietly said to you “they have so much to tell about Qudditch, maybe they should go play tommorrow instead of me.” You chuckled and nodded at the same time. “Maybe you should have Crabbe replace you. He’s an expert.” You added and Draco laughed a little. When dinner was over you all were going to the Slytherin common room and Draco made sure he was walking next to you. “You are going to watch the match tommorrow, won’t you?” He asked giving you one of his famous smiles. “Of course, I never miss Quidditch matches.” Draco smiled again and then you were in the common room. Crabbe wanted to tell you all about his favourite candy when you asked if he’s going to eat all this candy he had in his pocket by himself. Draco gave you a smile of compassion, knowing exactly what you’re going through. Everyone was tired so Pansy was the first one to leave. Milicent followed her and Goyle and Blaise returned to their room also. So there was just you, Crabbe and Draco who waited for an opportunity to talk to you alone. Draco had enough of Crabbe, so he said: “ok Crabbe, we get it you love candy.” When you didn’t look, Draco gave Crabbe a look from which Crabbe read Draco wants to be alone with you. So he excused himself and went to his room. Draco stood up and sat on the couch next to you. “Finally.” He said. Draco took your hand and started playing with your fingers. “What?” You asked when he looked at you and smiled. “Nothing.” Draco said, “I just think you’re really pretty.” You were shocked. Did he really just say that? What now? He was getting closer and closer, but then did nothing. You were a little dissappointed he didn’t kiss you, but then again, this was your first day you actually spent together. Before he only talked to you when he needed to copy your homework, or just said hi when he saw you in the hallway. But today was different, he was actually really nice and fun. However that’s how the night ended for you two. Draco didn’t want to go too fast and ruin everything you two could have in the future. He kissed your cheek before he jogged to his room. You just sat there is disbelief, like you just saw a ghost. So many questions filled your head today, so many things changed and you were a little confused, but you were sure about one thing, you started to have feelings for Draco Malfoy.

Originally posted by wolfgurlxox

a modern harry potter: BLAISE ZAMBINI. his mother’s always in the tabloids, wide smile, neck full of jewellery. he’s really seen, but if he is, he’s in black and scowling, angry eyes and lips set in a firm line. he was teased about his mother from the very beginning; and maybe it’s because of this constant attention that his skin is as thick as it is. he doesn’t care, he tells himself, about anything. and really, why bother when you’re as rich as him? doesn’t bother with school, with people, with sport. it’s hard, because when he does bother he’s so much further behind than everyone else; he only recently just made the swim team. girls are a constant fixation: he’s always got his eye on someone, but rarely bothers approaching them. a thick layer of narcism that covers – what? insecurity? no, he’s above that. a realness, perhaps. something true that he guards; a soul.

Draco Imagine for Anon - So, So Much

Request: Hey could I please have an imagine where Draco and y/n are in a fight and the reader hits Draco and is so upset with herself, but it ends all cute?

Hey I hope you like it, this is my first time writing in a while so it’s a bit rusty Please send in request!!! ~~~~~~~~

“I seriously can’t believe you right now!” I screamed in frustration.

“Y/N, bloody hell! Why the fuck can’t you just trust me for once?!” Draco yelled back at me.

Right now we we’re standing in the Room of Requirement, in the middle of a heated argument. We’ve been shouting at each other for about 20 minutes now. To be honest, I can’t really remember what it was about, maybe something to do with Parkinson?

“You’re really asking me why I don’t trust you? Huh? How many times me you asking me, ‘where are you going? What are you doing? How long are you gonna be? I can’t even step out of the stupid common room without you breathing down my neck!” I shouted as glared right into his perfect blue-grey eyes.

“That’s because I care about you, not because I don’t trust you!” He glared back at me.

“You know what? I’m sick of this, I’ll talk to you later when I don’t feel like ripping your head off.” I yelled. As I turned to walk away, Draco grabbed my arm and yanked me back.

I don’t really know what happed in the next few seconds, something inside me just snapped from arguing too much.

But I brought my arm up. And I slapped him.

As soon as my hand came into contact with his perfect pale cheek, I watched in slow-motion, the sound of the smack echoed in the room. Draco’s head whipped to the side as he brought his hand to cup his face. But I could already see the red hand print on his cheek.

My hand was left in the air in front of me. I can’t believe I did that, what the fuck is wrong with me? I just hit the only man that I’ve ever loved romantically.

I’m a monster.

“Oh-I-D-Draco” I stuttered. When he looked at me I covered my mouth and gasped, my hand print was evident against his pale skin. My fingertips reaching the hairline near his ear, the palm of my hand covering the whole area of his left cheek and my thumb print lay on the skin near his nose.

I couldn’t move, my whole body frozen in shock, my mind racing because of the thought that I would even do that. I kind of just stared at my hand in horror, not believing that this just actually happened.

“Okay, yeah, I think I kinda deserved that.” He muttered. How could he even think that? He was not to blame, I was, I was the one who started raising my voice at the start of this convocation (I think), I was the one who kept on yelling at him, I was the one who abused him. I was to blame.

“No-N-No. I-S-Sorry. So sorry Draco.” I whispered.

A tear fell from my eye as I ran from the room. I could hear Draco calling my name so I would come back but I couldn’t. I know it’s not the bravest thing to do – running from my problems – but I couldn’t stay in there with him. I was going to have a meltdown any moment now. All I wanted to do was run to my dorm and cry myself to sleep. And that’s exactly what I did.

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Throughout the next day I had managed to stay away from Draco. I couldn’t face him after what I did. He must hate me. It wasn’t too hard to keep my distance; sitting on the other end of the table for breakfast and lunch, walking a bit faster to my next classes so I wouldn’t have any chances of bumping into Draco, blending in with the sea of students wearing robes if I did walk past him. All was easy until I had charms; I sat in front of Draco with Emily Thrass - a Gryffindor who is really good friend that I met in our first year - while he sat behind me with Zambini.

Draco had tried to get my attention at times but he knew that if he kept on bugging me then we would have even bigger issues. In the middle of class a paper bird had landed on my desk as  was writing on my parchment. I looked up to make sure Professor Flitwick was distracted at the moment – he was talking to another Gryffindor student in the corner of the room.

I looked over at Emily to see that she was looking back at me, she glanced down the paper bird urging me to open it up. I opened it to see Draco’s adorable, messy hand writing scrawled across the piece of parchment. I could feel Emily breathing on my neck as she leaned over my shoulder to read the note.

Y/N, please meet me outside of the common room after class is over

~Draco x

He’s lucky this is the last class of the day.

I quickly scribbled a small ‘yes’ under his name before throwing the paper over my head without turning around, just in time for Professor Flitwick to turn around and walk back over to his desk. As I was about to start writing again heard a small shout coming from behind me.


“Mr Malfoy, I don’t suppose you would like to share your excitement with the rest of the class, I know my classes are fun and exciting but please use your inside voice,” Flitwick stated.

I couldn’t help but let out a little laugh before I heard Draco and Blaise hi-5 each other and laugh.

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“Hey Draco.” I whispered. I suddenly found something absolutely amazing about the floor in the hallway outside of the Slytherin common room.

“No okay, none of that, please look at me. I’m not mad at you okay? I know It was ‘in the moment’ kind of thing, I know that you didn’t mean it and I know that you love me as much as I love you.” He whispered a he slowly pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me.

“I do Draco, I love you so much and I’m so, so sorry. I never meant to hurt you and I would never ever do it again” I cried into his chest.

“You’re the best thing in my life Y/N, i mean, you don’t think I’m a dickhead, I love you so much baby girl.” He kissed the top over my head and chuckled.

“Aw, babe, everyone thinks you’re a dickhead,” I smiled cheekily up at him. He laughed and kissed me.

“I love you so much sweetheart” he whispered.

blaise zabini is a really rad character in the canon tho like his mom is famously beautiful and has like seven ex-husbands who all died in ~mysterious ways~ and just happened to leave her lots and lots of money

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY SWEET PRINCESS! kinies I hope you have an amazing day and I hope you know how much I love you and appreciate you. You’re the best birb princess there ever was!! hugs and smoochies forever and ever!!!!!! ^-’  (added the wings after the pillow but didn’t want to take it out so ITS THERE!)