A/N:it’s been a minute! That’s because I’ve been working on this wonderful 80’s themed collab with @quadrupledeckertaco@probably-peevesand@melody-studyblr. Thank you to these lovely people for letting me join in. Hope you enjoy!! And absolutely check out their work because they’re all very talented. Much love!
Green. Everything seemed that way except for the sky, a bright blue with a glowing sun beaming down through the windows of our car. My father was driving, talking to my mother who was sitting petitely in the passenger seat, mumbling small compliments to my sister Hermione who was beside me in the backseat singing.
“I am improving, aren’t I? You’re right mom, this summer is going to be the best I’ve had.”
That was the summer of 1963—when everybody called me Baby, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s.
Kellerman’s was a resort in Virginia, with a big lake and entertainment every night. My father was friends with the man who owned it, and this summer I would have the gross pleasure of meeting his son Blaise, who I’d heard so much about on the way.
“We’ll get settled and unpacked first, this way to our cabin. Then to lunch!” My father said with his and mothers suitcase in hand and sunglasses propped up on top of his head.
Hermione skipped behind him and our mother with her bag over her shoulder and long frizzy brown hair bouncing half bunched on top of her head. I watched as she spun around, admiring the view of the resort.
It was pretty, very pretty and natural. Trees overlapped our cabin that was just coming into view up the stairs on the side of a hill and there was a perfect view of the lake from our porch.
“I’m taking this bed, baby. I want the window view.” Hermione chirped as the four of us entered the cabin.
“Fine with me.” I sat my bag down on the bed with a sigh. I was excited to be here, not as excited at the idea that I might see Blaise at lunch. Or any time throughout the vacation for that matter. “Hey Mione, have you met Blaise Zabini?”
She furrowed her brows in thought. “Is he the dancer? I’ve heard he’s really good, he performs the final dance with Pansy Parkinson. I’d love to be in her shoes, I bet I could do better than she does.” She droned on and on about the wrong person.
“The owners son, I mean. I don’t know any of the dancers.” I interrupted her, annoyed.
Hermione’s always been talkative and perky. You’d think she was rude if you didn’t know her, but she just can’t help it.
“Oh! I’ve met him on one of daddy’s golfing trips.” I gagged at the word ‘daddy’. “He’s very nice and a proper gentleman, not my type but he’s heard a lot about you.” She giggled and faced the window, bouncing on her toes impatiently.
I wondered what she meant by that. I’d heard a lot about him too, he’s not my type either from the sound of it. A spoiled rich kid who takes what he wants. I also wondered about the dancers Hermione was talking about.
Everyone was unpacked and settled in nicely, so we headed to lunch in the main hall. We sat down at a four person table and waited on a server. Small talk was on its way, I turned my head to look at the hall in order to avoid it.
A voice raised a few tables down. I turned my head to look.
“Draco Malfoy. The dancer I was telling you about.” Hermione giggled beside me. He had blond, almost white hair and was leant over a server, who was a good size smaller than him.
“You’re the entertainment, Malfoy. You have no right.” The brown haired server whimpered out.
“I could get you out of here in no time.” Draco snapped. “Get the damn orders right.”
I didn’t want to stare, but I couldn’t look away either. Why did he care so much? I hadn’t noticed him look at me until a figure right next to my face snapped me out of my trance.
“Blaise.” Hermione whispered to me. With a glance her way, she was smirking.
Great.
“Mr. Zabini.” My dad nodded his head at Blaise.
“Mr. Granger. This must be baby.” Blaise looked me up and down grossly and held his hand out to me. I hesitantly took it. To no surprise, he kissed it. I worked wonders not to show my uncomfort. My father and Blaise talked for a few minutes about the resort and how much money his family has until he eventually left, shooting a wink at me.
I let out a sigh as he left. My head turned back to where Draco Malfoy had been standing, he wasn’t anymore.
“He’s a nice boy, baby.” My father looked up at me.
I forced a small smile, not looking up. I wanted him to drop it. The last few minutes of lunch I sat with my head down hoping no one would say anything else about the subject.
I walked around the resort with Hermione for most of the day. Eventually I found myself just watching her swim with some people she’d met. Mother and father had gone golfing with some of their friends and left us to find something to do, which you wouldn’t think would be hard here.
Six came up on us pretty quickly, Hermione said goodbye to her friends for the day so we could get back to the cabin and get ready for dinner in the hall. Hermione dressed up more than I did, which is always expected. We met our parents at the entrance of the hall and sat down at a booth with them. We got our food ordered and I did well to hide from anyone I didn’t want to speak to, Blaise.
I held a decent conversation with my family as we ate, nothing too special. We were mainly just waiting for the show like everybody else.
The lights dimmed and most of the room went silent. The music that was playing changed and grew louder as a spotlight landed on two people on the stage in front of us. Draco malfoy with Pansy Parkinson’s hand in his.
My eyes widened as I stared. Pansy had a beautiful muted pink ball gown dress on, and Draco was wearing a white dress shirt and black formal pants.
They took the first step as the music stopped getting louder and a steady beat formed. Their feet followed along to it.
Pansy knew how to work the crowd. It wasn’t a formal dance, but it wasn’t too vulgar. Her hands worked the skirt of her dress flawlessly and Draco worked with her perfectly.
He lifted her into the air effortlessly, her chest slid against his seductively as he set her down. She spinned like a top with her skirt following her as the room cheered them on.
The final step of the dance led them to the stage with pansy’s leg posted up on Draco’s shoulder, his hands on her hips as she leaned back and the lights shut off.
I couldn’t hear it but I knew the room was going crazy. Well, as crazy as a bunch of rich middle aged couples could get.
That was the wrap up of dinner for the first night. I knew my parents would want to stay and talk to some of their friends so I stood up with Hermione and took her arm.
“Let’s go back to the cabin before they start tying us into arranged marriages.” I giggled at her and she agreed.
I couldn’t sleep that night. Everything called to me except the bed I was in. Careful not to wake a sleeping Hermione up, I pulled the covers up and slipped out of the cabin. The night was the type of quiet it should be, trees rustled with the singing of cicadas. A boy was walking my way when I got to the bridge leading to the main hall. He was carrying three watermelons, and then he wasn’t.
“Shit.” He did his best to pick them both back up. I jogged closer to him and picked one of them up. “Thanks. Kitchens just up this way.”
“Do you know Blaise?” I asked him without thinking. I realized I probably should’ve started off slower, but I guess my head was filled with gross images of what had happened at lunch.
He scoffed. “Yeah. I know him. A real asshole. He has a thing for getting us to seduce the women that come in on vacation.”
I rolled my eyes at the thought of him. “And what about Draco Malfoy?”
“He’s put together, strong-headed but he’s got a kind heart. What’s your name by the way?’ he asked.
"Baby. That’s what everyone calls me.”
“Well baby, I’m Vincent. Everyone calls me Crabbe.” He gave me a smile.
We got to the kitchens of the main hall. Through the windows I could see the Zabini’s socializing with their guests. I tried to keep my head down.
“This way, baby.” Crabbe passed me. I set the watermelon down with the other two. Then I wasn’t sure what to do. “You want to see something?” He gave me a smirk.
“Depends.”
“It’ll be fun. Follow me.”
He led me out of the kitchens and down a path behind the building. It was a bit of a walk but through some trees there was another building that looked like a cabin. Muffled music came from it.
“Do you know how to dance?” Crabbe asked, nudging my shoulder and opening the door.
It was unlike anything I’d ever seen. The place was small but so many people were packed into it, dancing under the fluorescent lights. Not ballroom dancing like at the nightly shows, it was hot, and I knew I couldn’t dance like this.
“This way.” Crabbe took my hand. My feet worked on their own as my eyes wandered from the people in front of me.
“Crabbe!” We stopped. Standing in front of us was Draco Malfoy. “What are we going to do about the final show?”
Oblivious to the conversation, I looked at the girl beside him. She was leaning up against a post in the room. She was tall. Dark brown hair and a look of disgust on her face.
“Who’s this.” She interrupted the boys conversation, looking directly at me.
I looked away from her and lowered my head.
“This is baby. I told you already, Draco, I haven’t found anyone yet. The final show isn’t for another week. We’ve got time.” Crabbe argued. Then, he looked to me and smiled. An idea flickered in his eyes. “Actually, maybe I have.”
“Her? Does she even dance?” Draco looked me up and down, but not the way Blaise did. The opposite.
“No I don’t-” I started.
“She does. She can learn.” I wasn’t sure what to do. I didn’t feel like lying to these people, I didn’t even know them. But I also didn’t feel like dancing, or learning.
I remembered what Hermione had told me. Draco performed the final show with Pansy. Was she Pansy?
“Pansy? Why can’t you do it?” I asked.
Draco rolled his eyes and gave Crabbe a look of idiocy.
“Something came up. Go back to your playpen, baby.” Pansy snapped and turned her back.
“Just give her a shot, Draco.” Crabbe seemed too trusting for his own good. I was certain I couldn’t do it.
Draco pushed past him, grabbing my hand and stomping his feet to the center of the room. I was awestruck. I couldn’t do this.
He grabbed my waist when we stopped. His hips moved to the beat of the music blaring through the room. His finger tapped my waist and he nodded at me.
“To the beat, c'mon.” His eyes never left mine.
I did my best to move my hips the same way he was. It was difficult. I’d never done anything like this and I’m sure if my family could see me they’d drop dead.
“Good, good. Now like this.” He moved his hips the opposite way and held my chin to keep eye contact.
I could feel Crabbe and Pansy’s eyes boring into me as I attempted to keep up with Draco. This whole situation felt so odd. Two minutes prior he would barely look at me.
The song ended and he stopped. “My cabin, top of the hill. Every day at 8.” He sauntered back over to Crabbe and Pansy.
“Gave her a shot. If this doesn’t work out you’re dead.” Draco spat at Crabbe.
I stood awkwardly in the center of the floor. My feet no longer worked on their own, or at all.
“Better get to work, baby.” Pansy shouted at me. I looked at her, she shook her head with a shit eating grin on her face and followed Draco.
My feet suddenly had feeling in them again. I had no idea how this evening had even happened. Something got me out of bed tonight and something else tells me I shouldn’t have.
I ran as quickly as I could past everyone in the room. Eventually making it out the door I found my breath. How was I going to get away with this? How was this even going to happen?
My feet carried me back to my cabin. All I wanted to do was hide under my covers from everything outside. Blaise, Draco, this dance I was now forced to learn.
The next morning I found an excuse to get away from my family and find Draco’s cabin. It was fairly easy considering my parents would be doing the same thing every day and Hermione had found her own group yesterday.
I hiked up the hill behind the main building to Draco’s cabin and stopped at his door. I lifted my hand to knock as I remembered why I was there. Nerves shook in my stomach. Getting out of this would be easy. All I would have to do is avoid Draco, Pansy and Crabbe for the remaining six days and keep my head down at the final dance.
That wasn’t me though. Even though I had no say so in this ordeal at all, I felt like I had to fix this for them.
I said fuck it and knocked. Heavy footsteps drew closer to the door and it swung open.
Draco stepped to the side to let me in. He let the door close behind him.
“Where do we start?” I asked him as he fiddled with a music player sitting on the floor.
“Footwork. You have to get the fundamentals down and this dance relies heavily on it.” He started in front of me and put his hands on my hips.
I took a deep breath in preparation for the rest of the day.
“Stop stepping on my feet, baby.”
“Arms up, stay in your circle. This is my circle. Stay in yours.”
“Good, again. Not like that.”
My feet were sore by the end of the day. He wasn’t too awful, I had thought the night before that he had something against me but I think it’s just his personality.
The next day was the same as the first. Footwork. Don’t step on me and stay in your circle. I was getting less and less critiques as we went on, though.
The third day was a little different. We started on the first steps of the routine. He was getting easier to handle day after day. He was still cold and irritable, but I saw him smile for the first time the third day.
I’d attempted the first spin about 10 times and stumbled every time, or missed his hand I was supposed to grab. Finally, he spun me and pulled me back to him, and my hand caught his.
Our faces were inches from each other. He was pretty. I hadn’t really noticed before that day, he was very pretty. His eyes flicked down to my lips.
“Perfect.” He startled me.
Me?
“We start on the jump tomorrow.” He let me go.
Of course not.
The first three days had to be rushed so we could start on the jump as soon as possible. When I got to his cabin the fourth day I was running from the rain. He was leaning up against his door waiting for me.
“Let’s go.” He said when I reached him.
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as I followed him down a path behind his cabin. “Go where, exactly?”
“You’ll see.”
He stopped at a large creek in the woods where a tree had fallen over crossing it. He offered his hand to me.
“No way. You’re serious?” I took a step back.
“We have to work on balance, baby. I won’t let you fall, I promise.” He took my hand this time.
We stopped in the middle. He placed his hands tightly on my waste.
“Now, jump”
My eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head.
“It’s raining, Draco, I’m going to fall.” I retaliated.
“You are not, baby. Trust me and trust yourself.”
“Fine.” I huffed. I jumped just enough to get my toes off of the tree.
“And, down.” His hands didn’t leave my waist like they normally would. “Again, try higher this time.”
I took a deep breath and jumped harder. My feet were unbalanced when I did and I felt it. His arms wrapped around me as he caught me, trying not to fall over himself.
“Can we just go back to the cabin?” I shook with nerves in his arms.
“We’ll go to the lake. Can’t have you breaking your neck in the cabin either.” He held my hands as we got off of the tree and headed down to the lake.
I don’t think he realized he hadn’t let go of one of them.
“Right, love. This will be easier. Don’t worry about falling.” He said absentmindedly as we entered the lake.
There was still a downpour as evening grew to night. We started out small. He could easily hold me, it was about my ability to balance myself.
“Now, you’ll go above my head and hold.” I nodded my head at him.
I jumped with all I had. My eyes were closed in anticipation of my face meeting the water again, but it didn’t.
“Hold, baby.” Draco said from under me.
And I did. My sides were killing me, but I held it until he tapped my thigh with his fingers. I let myself fall back in front of him and my head fall.
“I think I’m done for tonight. That’s starting to hurt.” I told him.
Hands. His hands were on my hips.
“Of course. We’ll perfect it tomorrow and finish it the next. You’re doing perfect.” He said. I started to shiver from the rain and cold lake water.
“Oh, baby. I’m sorry. I should’ve known. I’ll get you back, let’s go.” He said, but he wasn’t moving.
“I don’t really want to go back to my cabin.” I managed to force out.
“You can’t stay in the lake all night.” He chuckled.
I looked at him. I couldn’t believe how intoxicating he looked.
“I said I didn’t want to go back to mine.” I had no idea what had gotten into me.
His hands on my hips moved to my face. I had no idea what had gotten into him, either.
“Then stay with me.” He whispered. I nodded slightly, impatiently.
His hand went to my neck and he pulled my head closer, kissing me.
My mind had completely left my body. This had to be a dream. I knew it wasn’t when he lifted my legs up to wrap around his waist, deepening the kiss.
“Perfect.” He said as his forehead pressed against mine. “I meant you.” My heart stopped working at this point. “Let’s get you to bed. My bed.”
Nothing happened that night with Draco, other than being completely sure I was in love with him. I just didn’t know if it was because I was tired at the time.
The last few days I had pushed it out of my mind. My nerves focused more on the dance than they did about my feelings for Draco. The final dance was here.
“Follow my lead, and if you forget anything just improvise from what you’ve learned.” He held my hand from behind the curtain.
It lifted and the light hit me. I knew my parents were here and I would probably be killed after this, but I couldn’t let Draco down.
The music started and so did we. I moved in sync with him, and did my best not to look stiff during my parts.
The jump was seconds away, and my heart had nearly bursted from nerves and from Draco’s eyes on mine the whole time. I flicked my dress back and forth with my hands and ran to Draco who had his arms out waiting to catch me.
I flew over his head and held myself in place. The room erupted into cheers just as it did the first night when Pansy was in my place.
Our last few steps were perfect, and the lights went out. Draco grabbed my face and kissed me all over.
“Perfect, baby. Absolutely perfect. I’ll have to replace you with Pansy.” He joked.
My face fell.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take care of your folks and Blaise. Leave it to me.”
“No, Draco. Pansy. Aren’t you and Pansy?”
“No, baby. Of course not. That’s for show. She has a guy. And I found my girl.” He kissed me again. I kissed him back. His girl.
Hermione had been right on the way to Kellerman’s. This was the best summer I’d ever had.
I was partnered with @foxaloxa for@galrareversebang and created a fic based on their art peice which can be found here! It was so fun working with you !!! <3 <3
Title: Different Currents Word Count:13,950 Summary:Kolivan and Sendak have been friends since they met at daycare but their friendship turns sour when Kolivan joins the Blades. Follow Kolivan as he overcomes hardships and makes difficult decisions that not only test his morality, but his loyalty as well.
@oceanventi and I collaborated on two erasermic pieces!! They did the sketch for this one and I lined and colored. Check out their color/line work for my Aizawa sketch here!
I’m so excited to have done a collab with them ;-; lov u ayu
I recently had the opportunity to do a very fun Erasermic collab with @soulswimmr of the boyfriends talking on the phone! She did the initial sketch and I lined and colored!! BE SURE TO CHECK OUT HER HALF OF THE COLLAB!!
collab time!! i colored in this picture of billy loomis done by @kylegallners and it was so much fun! thank you so much for letting me do this lilith \\\
