Summary: Now that you were as confused as ever, you decided to do something about it. And that something was absolutely nothing. Or was it? And would Draco notice?
A/N: Y’all I really can’t stop writing this because it’s so cute and it needs to get somewhere but those things take time and well welcome to pining and a change of heart. Please enjoy my semesters of Latin used in this series also. It’s quite fun to use what I know to create potions and spells. I love you all and the feedback I’ve gotten so far! It means the world to me! Stay safe and stay creative!
I spent almost all night trying to figure out what Draco meant in the hall but found nothing. Well, there was the hope that maybe he understood something deeper about happiness… but that couldn’t be possible. And if it was why would he tell me?
I wanted to talk to him, confront him, ask him what he meant.
I also wanted to know where this family feud started… there had to be a good reason that Lupines didn’t get along with Malfoys, other than the obvious I assumed.
But was it obvious?
“You’re going to stare a hole through the wall Y/n,” Hermione didn’t look up from her book as she noted my glaring.
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife Offer me that deathless death Good God, let me give you my life
Summary: Is Umbridge the worst thing you have to face? Is there a silver lining or something much darker lurking underneath?
A/n: Y’all are going to love me, then hate me. I’m serious. You guys love my fluff writing, but for those who have been with me for a while know I’m the goddess of angst writing. But it’s also +15k words so… Also this gets slightly PG-13 but nothing too risque. So, there’s that. Let me know what you think! I love seeing all the messages/comments from you guys!
Draco quickly found you in the halls, your silvery cloak setting you apart from the masses of black. If his aunt Bellatrix was out from Azkaban, so were a lot of other Death Eaters and he had gone about frantic the past few days not knowing if you were alright.
Paranoia wouldn’t leave him alone. Someone had to know what you meant to him. Maybe his father found out. Maybe someone told from the school. Maybe his aunt had seen you that day on winter holiday. There were too many variables.
But you were there smiling beside your friends waving at him. He pulled you into a quick hug and quickly slung his arm around your shoulders, his eyes darting around the halls as if he were expecting a Death Eater to jump out and take you away.
A/n: Hello my darlings! Welcome to the next part and honestly it took me a while to figure out where I wanted to take this, so please enjoy the angsty fluff of this chapter and I’m happy to introduce Susan! (you’ll understand later). I love you guys so much you have no idea, please don’t stop commenting, reblogging and liking, you have no idea how much it excites me and motivates me to keep writing. ALSO GUYS TOM FELTON IS GOING TO BE AT THE COMICON NEAR ME AND YOU BET YOUR GALLEONS THAT I AM DROPPING COLLEGE MONEY TO GO AND MEET THAT MAN
As I am writing for the Harry Potter fandom right now, I thought I’d explain something about how I feel and the “sorting” that occurs in the book/movies.
Firstly: I don’t like the idea of sorting at all. I have gone through deep depression and anxiety and have spent my whole life until recently being what someone told me to be because I was terrified to let someone down. And I think that anxiety is placed on every Hogwarts student when they’re sorted. Being put in one house or another allows the person to cling to what makes their house and forget parts of themselves that should be loved and nurtured too. I am allowed to be brave and ambitious and kind and intelligent all at the same time. One is not stronger than the other because I need them all. They are woven together in the tapestry that is me. Some threads are dark and some are bright and shining. I am not just one thing. I can’t. It’ll drive a person mad trying to focus on one part of their life and not others. All of you is important. Every part. Don’t be restricted by what a house says about you. If you want to be brave, take that first step. If you want to be kind and stand for fair play, well you’re just as brave and ambitious to me in today’s day. If you love books and certain topics and spend countless hours learning to be the best, well, you’re going to adore college because it’s what I get to do all year. Yet, I am still kind, I still value fair play, I am still bold and I still strive to be the best of me. And so can you. I am a Gryffindor, sure, for all intents and purposes but can’t I be more than that?
Secondly: JK Rowling has rigged the house system against everyone but a Gryffindor. She wrote an entire house to be the villains and I can’t stand beside that. I believe everyone deserves a chance and making anyone an “unredeemable slytherin” is an awful thing to do. Sure, it is from Harry’s perspective and he has the attention span of a goldfish, but she made that choice. As a writer I know what goes into writing and she lost respect very quickly from me the moment I met a slytherin character. It’s lazy writing, to just default a character to a villain and I won’t stand behind it. Before I even knew what Harry Potter was, all of my friends happen to be Slytherin, heck, my best friend who’s going to be my maid of honor is a slytherin. And not for a minute can you tell me that she is an villain. Not for a minute can you tell me that she wouldn’t fight back against someone like Voldemort. I will fight the first person who tried to tell me that. So I won’t feed into a system that is rigged against perfectly good people and I think it adds to what I said above, if a person is told definitively who they are, they’ll forget the rest of who they are and conform. And these kids are ELEVEN when they’re told who they must be, in and spend all of their developing years in a system that is detrimental to psychological growth.
I’m sure there’s more I’d like to say, but at the moment those are my two main thoughts about the matter. So now we come to why I’m explaining this:
My writing. Yes I’ve done Gryffindor and Hufflepuff and evening muggle Readz, but the truth is, I wrote it the way I normally would, as myself and what the story needs and put a label on the Readz. I put myself into these situations and work to redeem Draco—a boy who was never a villain, just forced into a detrimental destructive system and trapped there by an author who got lazy. It is SO important to me that he gets redemption, because it was the same redemption that I got in my life and I’ll be damned if I let someone else slip through the cracks. So I’ll be whoever the hell he needs me to be to save him. It’s not a house that will save him, or a muggle or wizard. It’s heart and love and courage and ambition and knowledge and kindness and fairness and stubbornness and forgiveness and that can’t be one house or one type of person. It will take every part of me and every part of you. Please don’t believe that you’re just a Ravenclaw or just a Hufflepuff, or just a Slytherin or just a Gryffindor. Grow up and learn to love all of you. Break free of the mold you’ve been set in, even though it’s a mold that looks appetizing and pretty and nice and loveable, but aren’t all the best traps?
I love you all and believe in you all and I want you to know that whatever House you’re in, I don’t care. You are a person, not a house, not a label. You are lovely and there is so much more to you. So when you read what I write, don’t pay mind to what house I write for— it will still be me, it will still be you, get lost in the words and find comfort in them. It’s why I write, to share my heart and my stories. Never would I limit myself to a certain set of rules, I’ve spent too long trying to do that. So read, fall in love, watch Draco be saved, and above all else remember there is more to you.
“What’s your favorite flower, darling? I’ll get you the seed”
I said “Dandelion, Dandelion, ” that one’s so pretty
She said, “Child, that one’s not a flower, that one’s just a weed”
Summary: Draco has always tormented you for anything and everything. One summer you cut your hair off and get a bit better at spells and Draco has no idea what to do with you now and you have no idea what to do with all this new attention.
A/N: Hello my darlings! This is a request from @darcypottah and now that it’s fleshed out a bit more, it will be a series, each part is going to be a school year (starting in the Goblet of Fire) or a summer between (the summer chapters will be shorter obviously) following the thread: A Hufflepuff!reader dating Draco and they get split up because Draco has to do something for Voldemort and doesn’t want the Hufflepuff!reader getting in the way. But eventually, they will get back together.Welcome to over 8,000 words because I have no self-control and this is the best thing ever not lying. It’s got everything and anything under the sun. Love you guys and as always let me know what you think!!
“Go ahead, run back to your friends,” He sneered. “I don’t seewhy they even let you into this school if you’re not going to do a spell,”
I hung my head, my long hair covering the hurt on my face as I rushed down the hall away from him.
Draco Malfoy. The most malicious kid in my year and a Slytherin no less. So, he thought it was acceptable for his taunts against me and my house. Not like I chose to be Hufflepuff. Not that I hated it either, I loved my house and my friends and everything we stood for… but why did it have to be me that he singled out?
Summary: Will you let Draco fix what happened? Will you listen long enough? Will you two finally confess your true feelings? What did you do that unfroze the winter ground?
A/N: Hello my lovelies! I’d like to formally apologize for the angst of the last chapter (though it needed to happen) and I now give you the resolve of that chapter as well as some new thrilling plot lines! I love you guys so so much. Please don’t be afraid to come talk to me or comment or reblog! Always keep fighting.
“Theground?” He repeated. “I didn’t do that, Y/n”
I flinched as he said my name, clenching my fists.
“Okay,look, I know what you saw,” He held his hands up in surrender, backing away slightly. “But please, listen.”
“Towhat? You… you kissed her Draco! You were… and God I trusted you!”
“My father—” He tried.
“Oh,I have a few choice words for you and your father!” I snapped standing up. “How could you!?”
“Y/n,please,”
“Say please one more time and I swear to Merlin I am going to punch you in the face.” I threatened.
Summary: Your world was perfect for a shining moment. Then that moment ended. You and Draco are tested against the true evils of the world and unforgivable curses.
A/N: To all of you who thought that last chapter was cute and fluffy had me cackling because I knew this was coming and I would say I’m sorry but that would be a lie. This is heavy angst and oh my goodness it feels good to write angst again. And this isn’t the entirety of the angst I have planned for these two. Anyway, I love you all so so much! This is also live on AO3! Also if you want a song to listen with this please enjoy Haunted by Taylor Swift
Warnings: Since this chapter is angsty I do want to warn against those of you who might trigger with depression or have self esteem battles. There is also sexual harassment but though it is terrible, it’s not the main focus. There will be resolve though, I promise. You battle is not over. Always keep fighting.
“You’re creating a draft dear,” Narcissa spoke softly, not looking up from The Daily Prophet.
“He hasn’t responded to my letter. And I still hear word that he is with this… this Lupine, the daughter of Jezebel herself!” Lucius sneered. “This is why I didn’t want to send him to that school. The fool Dumbledore doesn’t know how to run it properly.” Venom dripped from his words.
“Dumbledore has nothing to do with your son’s affair,” Narcissa noted.
“He’s making a fool of the family name Narcissa!” Lucius roared. “After everything that I have done for that boy!”
“Then why are you sitting here scolding me and not scolding at him?” She looked up from the newspaper with a stern cold glare.
“I’m going to put an end to this. This girl will rue the day she ever decided to talk to my son,” Lucius stormed upstairs, planning for the trip ahead.
“Just another Christmas,” She sighed and picked up the letter from Draco that she had received earlier and tucked it away before her husband could see it.
Summary: The Yule Ball is finally here and maybe just once you get to be the princess in a fairy tale.
A/N: Guys, guys, this chapter IS SO SWEET AND SOFT AND I’M ASDKJDADGAD anyway. Hello to those of you who are new! I love you all so much (and if anyone would like context or a visual for this chapter see Cinderella or ya know your favorite Disney princess dance sequence… there are so many) I love you all! Please let me know what you think! Also catch this on AO3 soon!!
Christmas Eve and it seemed like the week had passed faster than the week before. Between finding a last-minute present—and a letter to Mrs. Weasley to see if a miracle could really happen—and wrapping the ones I already had, I was exhausted come Christmas Eve, so I did what I did every year: I read a book.
“So, do you have a dress for the Ball?” Hermione asked as we lounged in the Common Room watching the boys play chess.
“Yeah, my mother sent me one, it was the parcel I got the other morning,” I noted, my eyes not leaving my book—A Christmas Carol.
It was the evening before the Ball as well, and we were enjoying the buzz of the common room as Christmas approaching in the morning had everyone in a stupor. I had seen Draco at dinner, but Hermione stole me back for the evening, well, she tried.
Summary: Now that winter break was upon you, you finally had time to look into what your mother told you about as well as confront the other parent in the situation, the one you dread to think about and the one Draco had to live with.
A/N: Hello my darling loves! We’re finally getting somewhere with plot! And lore! And Latin! ((Seriously, something is lost when you know Latin and can translate the spells on the top of your head… it’s less… magical. But funny because the spells mean exactly what they’re doing and I don’t know if that a cheap lazy move or brilliant.)) Let me know what you guys think! Also I’m toying with the idea of uploading this to AO3… would you guys want that? Love you guys, stay safe.
Snape eyed me as I smiled through my exam, on cloud none the entire way. I had gotten through my History of Magic exam no problem and now Snape wanted us to recreate our Bellum Amoris antidotes. Weeks of worrying and I was finished with the second fastest time.
Draco beat me by a few minutes—he was allowed to the ingredients first—and we walked out of the exam hand in hand, not caring much about anyone who decided to gawk at us.
I was in too good of a mood. The term was done for the winter, I had finished all of my exams, and I wouldn’t be alone for the holidays when I remained at Hogwarts this year as I had the years before.
Summary: Will Draco find the courage to ask you out? And what happens when you two have class or lunch together? How will your worlds collide?
A/N: More of a intermediate chapter but ya know it’s still cute and a bit saucy toward the end. I love you guys so so much! Please don’t stop with your comments likes and reblogs, they mean so much to me you have no idea. Also don’t be afraid to come and chat! I’m mostly always here. Love you guys. Stay safe and creative.
I was glad that Hermione was my partner in Herbology. I had forgotten to go over today’s lesson last night and I wasn’t ahead or prepared as I normally was.
“This is the only time I letting you slide on this.” Hermione warned. “Draco or not, you still need to keep up on your studies,”
I nodded and watched as she handled the flutterby bush, pruning it successfully. I followed her suit, mimicking exactly what she did and reaped the same results. Professor Sprout seemed pleased with both of us and awarded Gryffindor ten points for each of us.
I watched Harry and Ron struggle across from us, and giving in, I went over to help. Harry’s eyes met mine and something passed between us: a truce of sorts.
Summary: Now that you two had to face other people and interact, knowing what happened… can the two of you do it? And how will it work even if it does?
A/n: This part is SO CUTE and I love it. I hope you guys know that this is far from over… I was serious when I said that I would rewrite the entirety of the series. I hope you guys are staying safe and stay tuned I have big plans for our confused lovers. Let me know what you think! ((Also, guys, please sleep and do your school work–don’t make me mother you))
I woke the next morning, still by the window, a letter on my lap and Penelope nowhere in sight. There was a familiar green seal on the parchment.
A fresh layer of snow covered the grounds of Hogwarts, it was almost enchanting. Stretching, I took my blanket and the letter and sat on my bed. Hermione was absent from her bed. I could only assume that she had gone down to breakfast.
Opening the letter, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and blinked through reading it.
Summary: So maybe you and Draco figured out that you don’t have to hate each other… but that about the rest of the school?
A/N: Who is ReADy foR ThiS!? Because I promise you all, you’re not. It’s been one of my favorite parts so far but let me know what you think! I love you guys and your feedback so don’t be afraid to comment or reblog! (Also this is over 3k words because I have no self control anymore)
The weekend passed, and due to final exams, I was holed up in my room most of the time. That’s what was nice about rooming with Hermione, I could cook my own food—the Muggle way—and she wouldn’t tell on me. Ramen was a lifesaver as we studied.
I hadn’t heard form Draco at all. Part of me wondered if he figured it out. The letter he wrote to me was getting worn form the amount of times that I unfolded and refolded it each time I reread his words.
The boys did coax us both down to dinner Sunday night, however. They weren’t quite convinced that I was fine and were still at my defense despite my change in mood and constant protests. In fact, it seemed like every Gryffindor in our year and then some were ready at my defense.
Summary: The other shoe drops and you weren’t ready.
A/n: Look at me posting twice in one day. Who am I? I don’t know. I love you guys and hope you enjoy some angst and pining. Let me know what you think! Please it means the world to me!
Draco’s feeling towards you started to morph from hatred and disgust to curiosity. You were almost too cryptic for his liking… it was too Slytherin for a Gryffindor.
So, he started to watch you a bit closer, learning your schedule and what you did or didn’t do. Most of the time he was left alone because you were in the Gryffindor Tower. He only assumed that it was the location that you studied in because you were never in the library other than to check out books.
Each day he found out nothing more than circling answers and more questions. It frustrated him He was the best at everything except knowing how you worked. Potter was easy, Hermione and Ron even more so, but you were a force to be reckoned with and he hated it.
