Summary:Severus Snape never asked for a distraction, but the one he receives the first morning of a new term will have to do.
Rating/Warnings/Tags: T (Physical Abuse; Black Eye; Professor!Severus Snape; Mentor!Severus Snape; Slytherin!Reader; Hogwarts Student!Reader; Implied/Referenced Child Abuse; Implied/Referenced Abuse; Implied/Referenced Sexual Abuse; Anxiety; References to Depression; Lily Evans & Severus Snape Friendship)
Requester:Anonymous
Request: “Please the one where se*ually and physically abused slytherin comes to Snape for help, without the detailed description of the assault plz. She suffers from anxiety and clinical depression. Snape is cold at first and then gets really protective and angry.”
Notes: Here’s another request from Tumblr, my first Harry Potter one. I’ve never written a platonic relationship between a student and teacher before (or a romantic one, for that matter)—and oddly this is only the first of a handful of these kinds of requests I have on my list now. I hope that I did a decent job.
Please keep in mind while reading this that some of things Severus says may not be the best thing to say in a situation like this. He’s a wizard, and not a trained Healer at that, so I tried to think of what he might say in this situation instead of what he shouldsay.
“Resourceful” Is Not a Dirty Word
Another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry began just as the ten prior for Potions Master Severus Snape. He ate a meager breakfast as quickly as possible so as to avoid spending any more time than necessary with students outside his house or classroom. He made forced polite conversation with Minerva until she finally handed over that year’s class schedule. And he settled at his desk at the back of the dank, cold dungeon to prepare for his first class in the last bit of peace and quiet he could expect until the Christmas holidays.
True, an undercurrent of anger buzzed throughout his body as he went through his annual routine. A typical year would find him more apathetic than furious before he had to deal with the odious task of teaching. But no matter what Severus did that morning, no matter what path he forced his mind to take, he could not keep his thoughts from turning again and again to the fact that Harry Potter now walked the castle halls. He tried to grit his teeth and bear it by manually writing the instructions for his first class’s assignment on the chalkboard. There was, after all, no reason to take out his temper until the boy himself reared his ugly head, and that would not be for some hours yet. Before that happy time, he had an O.W.L. class of Gryffindors and Slytherins and a gaggle of third-year Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws to endure.
Then he heard the unmistakable sound of someone unlatch the door to the dungeon behind him. They opened said door only as far as they had to to slip inside, after which they pulled the door shut again with great care.
His hackles raised at once. Potter. The thought was ludicrous. Severus knew that as soon as it occurred to him. Potter would likely struggle to find his first class on time, let alone a place as out of the way as the dungeon. Yet Severus could not shake the feeling he’d had since he first set eyes on the boy at the Welcoming Feast the night before: James Potter’s son would not fail to torment him. James would have seen to that.
Severus spun, his black cloak billowing out ominously around him. The threat of taking points from Gryffindor was on the tip of his tongue when he spotted the actual intruder:
“Miss [Last Name],” he said in his softest voice. No one attempted to sneak up on him and got away with it, not even a member of his own house.
Sensing his displeasure, you frozen in the process of sliding into a seat at the very back of the room. Your expression was difficult to read that far away in the dim torchlight surrounding only Severus. He saw no reason to light the entire room up when only he occupied the dungeon. But one thing he could see very clearly: only one eye sparkling in the flickering flames. Vivid purple and green skin swelled the other shut.
“Good morning, Professor Snape,” you murmured.
He did not return your polite greeting. “I do not harbor students after they have been fighting in the halls. You may hide from Filch in your common room or you may turn yourself in to his tender mercies, but I shall not got involved.”
This being the start of your fifth year at Hogwarts, you ought to have known his feelings on misbehavior quite well. He did not care if Slytherins broke the rules so long as they showed brains enough to not get caught. Coming to him in the hope of help once spotted by another teacher or the caretaker would earn you nothing more than Severus’ ire.
Apparently this was one lesson you had not learned. You remained rooted to the spot rather than rushing away at this suggestion. Curious. After all, he made it a point to know the strengths and weaknesses of the students within his purview, and he had never noted you to be unintelligent. Perhaps a firmer hand was needed.
“I also do not appreciate when students come early to proffer their assistance,” he said. “I have no need for the aid of an unqualified witch. Your time would be better spent in the Hospital Wing, Miss [Last Name], and I expect that you will return from there at the proper time for class.”
Such a dismissal could not be mistaken for anything else. He returned his attention to the inventory list on his desk. Only a few lines in, Severus found himself interrupted once more.
“Oh, no, s-sir. I didn’t m-mean to—” The curl of his lips must have made you think better of stammering. You stopped, took a deep breath, and then went on a mite more calmly: “I didn’t come here to disturb you, sir. Or to help you prepare for class.”
“Then what is it that you do want?” he asked.
“Nothing, sir.”
“You would not have sneaked into my classroom while my back was turned for no reason. Spit it out. You are wasting my time.”
An inhale. An exhale. You looked nervously at the door.
“If you expect me to protect you from whomever you are fleeing from, you are sorely mistaken. You must be the one to finish the duels you choose to enter into.”
“I haven’t been fighting at all, Professor!” you protested.
Something about the pitch of your voice rang true. Things added up. He had never known you to pick fights in the corridors. Of course, the more boorish Gryffindors, such as their contemptible quidditch captain, would not care about that if they cornered you alone outside the Great Hall—but even that Severus doubted. Tensions between quidditch teams never rose so early in the term, and only two of the Gryffindors would dare to enrage Minerva before classes even started. What would they get out of doing so by picking on someone like you anyway?
Severus made his slow, calculated way down the aisle between tables to where you sat, back straight and stiff as a wand. Your bruise only grew uglier the closer he drew. Perhaps you knew this, for you ducked your head the moment he stood beside you.
“Look at me,” he ordered, and you reluctantly did so.
Your [color] eyes swallowed him whole. The entire process took a matter of seconds. He found himself standing next to you outside of the heavy door to the dungeon. True to your word, he could see no one in pursuit—and the ghastly muggle wound remained bright around your eye.
So he would need to go farther back.
He followed your memories backward through the morning, though your skipping breakfast, getting out of bed—Severus carefully skipped over your dressing for the day—sulking throughout the Welcoming Feast, and lurking alone in an empty corner of the Hogwarts Express. The black eye never vanished or faded.
“I see,” he said as he exited your mind.
The statement caused the color to drain from your face. “See what? Sir.”
“If you are not having problems with your housemates, I suggest you return to the Great Hall. Fifth year is difficult from the start. You will need your strength to get through my class today.”
“No, please, sir!”
You made a motion as though to grab his sleeve. Did you realize how lucky you were that he did not curse you on instinct for doing so? Severus doubted it. Narrowing his eyes, he took a small step backward and away from your grasping hands. At least you had the grace to look embarrassed for that disgusting display of desperation.
“Please let me stay here until class starts,” you murmured to your feet. “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”
“And how do you intend to keep such a promise?”
“I’ll read my textbook. You won’t know I’m here. Please, sir. Please.”
Upon the second please, you lifted your eyes to meet his again. The mark on your face reminded him unpleasantly of the face he used to see when he looked in the mirror during his days as a student—and more unpleasantly still of those who made his face look that way.
“Why?” Severus asked at last.
“I just…” Taking a deep breath, you plunged forward in as slow an explanation as he thought you could manage, “I don’t want the other students to gawk at me like they always do. Every time I get back from a holiday, it’s the same. I’m tired of it, sir. I just want them to leave me alone.”
I just want them to leave me alone. Yes, he could recall the same words coming out of his mouth once upon a time, and exactly who he said them to, if not who about. He’d had so many tormentors that even staying at the school for Christmas could not keep him away from all of them. Likely you had discovered that yourself over the past five years. What was it that he’d overheard one of your dormmates saying just last September? Something about the red blemishes [L Name] tried to hide as she pulled her robes on in the morning. At the time, Severus had dismissed the conversation as the cattish gossip so typical of fourth-year girls; now he realized it had been something more.
“How long?” he said in his softest voice.
“Excuse me, sir?” Your single huge eye betrayed your feigned ignorance without any need for him to resort to legilimency this time around.
“How long has someone been hurting you?”
“No one has been…” But you trailed away upon noticing his scowl.
“Do not try to lie to me. We both know you have not been fighting with your fellow students, so where else would you have received such a wound? Let me guess,” he went on over your attempted objection, “someone at home did not appreciate your being sent your acceptance letter.”
Silence. Given how still you kept yourself, Severus expected you were concentrating on not shaking in his presence. He could not see that you so much as breathed.
“Five years, then. At least. That answers my first question. Now on to the next: Who?”
“No one you would know, sir,” you said very quietly.
“A muggle, then.”
“No!”
“Then who? Spit it out, girl! Do you think I care to expose your lineage to your housemates? I have better things to do with my time than facilitate drama for my students.”
Your mouth opened—but only for a moment before your lips clamped shut. Perhaps he should have expected he would have to pull the answer from you millimeter by painful millimeter. He had not wanted to tell Lily, after all, and she mattered to him in a way that Horace Slughorn never could.
“Miss [L Name], I cannot help you unless you talk to me. And if you refuse to talk to me, this begs the question of why you felt it necessary to interrupt my work so early in the day. You have taken up enough of my preparation period. You may not stay unless you begin telling me what I want to know.”
Time passed. With no ticking clock on the wall of his classroom, Severus could not say how long your stare down lasted. He could have entered your mind once more while he waited. Instead, he looked down at you wordlessly. You would leave if you valued your privacy over your pride. It seemed you favored the latter, for in the end you finally replied:
“My father.”
The raw anger he felt at hearing these words must have shown on his face and terrified you far more than any of his threats had that day. You hastily went on:
“He’s not my real father. I don’t know who is. Mum married Edgar while she was pregnant with me, and she left when I was just a kid. It’s just been him and me there ever since.”
“And he does not approve of you or your mother being witches?”
“I think he’s just jealous. He’s a squib, you see. Mum’s family arranged the whole thing before anybody knew, and by then it was too late for her to get out of it. Please don’t tell the other Slytherins, Professor! They think I’m pure-blood. If they knew the truth, between that and my eye and the other bruising, the girls in my dorm would—”
“What other bruising?”
Your face darkened until it reached a shade nearly matching that of your swollen eye. “Things got worse this summer. He—”
Severus held up a hand to staunch the sudden flow of your confession. “I do not need the details.”
“Yes, sir.” Ashamed, frightened, or chastised, you cleared your throat several times before continuing, “Anyway, sir, I just wanted to sit down here in the mornings until my eye fades a bit. Is that all right with you, now that I’ve told you everything?”
Under ordinary circumstances, it would not have been all right with him. He could not risk all the students in Hogwarts starting to believe he would offer them shelter from the harsh realities of life. But as he stared down at you, he thought of his childhood and all the pain and ridicule it had brought him at the hands of James Potter and his merry men. If Horace had offered him respite, would Severus still hate him so? Obviously. The situations were, however, quite different, as Severus doubted Horace had faced a day of adversity in his entire life.
“I will consider your request,” said Severus, “if you also tell me what you plan to do about your situation at home nextsummer.”
“Do?” you echoed.
“Yes, ‘do.’ Do not be dense. It does not become you. No one else is going to ride to your rescue. You will therefore have to rescue yourself.”
“But—But how? I’m not of age! In a few years, maybe I can move out, but until then—”
“That’s not good enough! I have watched you, Miss [L Name], as I watch all Slytherins. You are ambitious, clever, resourceful, determined. That is what makes you a true Slytherin, not whether or not you were raised by a blight upon wizarding society. So what, I ask again, are you going to do about it?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Think then. Have you contacted anyone at the Ministry? There are people in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement who might be able to offer you assistance.”
“Oh, no, sir!” Tears sprang to your eyes. “I can’t ask anyone for help. I didn’t even want you to find out. What will some random Ministry official think? They’ll laugh at me.”
“Such a viewpoint is narrow-minded and foolish to a startling degree. Asking for help is utilizing resources. Did I just not tell you that doing so made you a Slytherin?”
You gave him a hesitant nod. If he let you go now, you would surely promise to owl the proper authorities and never do so. Your tormentor would have free rein whenever you went home until such a day came that you could bring yourself to leave. Who knew what he could escalate to if allowed that kind of freedom? Severus needed to get you acting now.
“Very well. We will forgo the Ministry for the time being. How will you go about fixing your problem by yourself, then? I am sure that you are fully capable of doing so.”
“No, I’m not! Professor, even if I were as smart as all that, I can’t use magic outside of school. You know that.”
“Except in life-threatening situations, I believe the rule goes. It seems to me that you are more in need of the reminder than I. Be that as it may, you don’t need to use underage magic to brew a potion, now, do you?”
An eager light dawned in your eyes as the suggestion sunk in. He could see your imagination unfurling with a hundred different plots at the very idea. Though he did not necessarily disagree with the sentiment behind these plans, he did feel it was his burden as your head of house to dissuade you from the messier ones.
“You cannot kill him with a potion, much as the man might deserve it. That would attract the authorities, both magic and muggle. But you could use your skill in potions to keep yourself safe for the duration of the summer,” he said.
Safe. You mouthed the word rather than say it allowed, savoring the weight and taste on your tongue. Two of your fingers lifted to gently prod the blackened corner of your eye.
“What potions, sir?” Your tone sounded much more confident than it had all day. “Please tell me. I’ll study them. I’ll know them by heart before I get back on the train.”
“I will do better than give you a list. I will teach you myself.”
Your jaw went slack in a truly deplorable display of shock. Severus chose to be relieved you did not hug him instead of frustrated at your surprise. It was unusual for him to invite students for private lessons, especially for students doing adequate work in his class. A few seconds went by before you were able to control yourself enough to say, “Thank you, sir.”
“It will not be easy,” Severus warned. “I expect you to do exactly as I say exactly when I say.”
He allowed you a pause to accept this condition. You did so with a quiet nod.
“Very well. First of all, you will be here in my classroom an hour before class begins each week, starting next week. Arrive late, and our agreement will come to an end at once.”
“Yes, sir!”
“I also have one other condition.”
The happiness dancing in your eyes faded somewhat. “Yes, sir?” you asked guardedly. As though he would ever put you in the same position as that sorry excuse for your so-called “father.”
“You allow me to escort you to the Hospital Wing this morning. I cannot allow your current appearance to distract the rest of the class, now, can I?”
At first, he could tell that you wanted to argue. Accepting help from him was one thing; showing anything to Poppy would be quite another. Most students at Hogwarts knew she didn’t ask questions about whatever magical maladies plagued them—then again, this was not a magical malady. Perhaps you knew his presence would stave off any attempts on Poppy’s part to get to the bottom of things, because after a moment of mental struggle you said:
“Yes, sir.”
“Very good,” Severus said as he went to the door. He made it all the way there while you remained rooted to the spot. “Come along. Unless you want to run into your dormmates on the way.”
With a start, you stood, grabbed your book bag, and rushed right past him into the hall. Severus stopped only long enough to lock the door behind you both. Then the two of you headed side by side toward the stairway leading to the higher floors of the castle.
A tremendous waste of his time, taking a fully-functioning teenage girl to seek medical attention? Undoubtedly. But staying nearby to make sure you didn’t run off before Poppy finished with you did keep his mind off the imminent arrival of one Harry James Potter. And was it truly a waste of time to help one of his Slytherins get through a nasty childhood like his? As Severus watched Poppy tut over your black eye, he thought not—although no one would ever hear him admit it out loud.
Summary: You are a young witch in her fifth year in Hogwarts. You come from a long line of pureblooded Slytherins and you want to make your family proud by focusing on your studies. But ever since you started your first year, what is possibly the most flirtatious boy in your house has been giving his all to grab your attention.
Word count: 2.82k
A/N: Slytherin!Jimin x Slytherin!Reader, a/n/n= annoying nick name, I’m going to change the age differences between the members for the sake of the fanfic. I’m going to be writing the members into the houses that RM sorted them into. BTS’s Hogwarts Houses.
Warnings: swearing, 1 year age gap between jimin and reader (But it’s not really focused on), magic, mentions of Twilight. Sometimes Y/n gets flustered easily. idek. Their relationship is all over the place to be honest.
he really gives me Slytherin vibes in this gif.
To say that I had no interest in boys would be an understatement. I didn’t give four shits about them. I already had enough trouble with keeping my grades up, training for quidditch and being a proud Hogwarts student.
My family came from a long line of ambitious Slytherins. Although not nearly as known as the Malfoys, we had quite the reputation. When I had been sorted into Slytherin in my first year, I made it my top priority to not disappoint my family. That meant doing my best to leave an impression in Hogwarts. To be remembered. Recently I’d been falling behind in transfiguration. Today, in the middle of the lesson, I had tried to catch up with stuff I’d yet to write down. Something that Professor Snape had not appreciated. He’d given me detention, and so by the end of the day I didn’t have enough time to finish the homework assigned by other teachers.
Currently I was sat in the Slytherin common room, trying to catch up on work. I heard footsteps come into the common area and I immediately knew who they belonged to. I sighed and ignored the person that I came in.
I did mention that I had no interest in boys right? Well there was this one guy who just couldn’t take a hint. He had been on me since first year all the way to my fifth year. This year. He followed me through the halls, trying to make conversation with me. I only ever tried to push him away, so I never know why he keeps trying. Sometimes he reminds me more of a Hufflepuff than a Slytherin. How he was friends with one of the students that couldn’t be more of a Slytherin still puzzled me? (And I don’t mean that stereotype that Draco Malfoy left behind for us. I mean a true Slytherin.)
But he also held that cheeky side that gave him that Slytherin trait. He was very naturally flirty and he used that on me and if I’m being totally honest. I kinda liked it. But never acted on those feelings. He was flirty with everyone. Thats what I always told myself.
When that same boy sat next to me on the couch I did the same thing I always did. I didn’t pay him any attention. “So a/n/n…”
“You know I don’t like that name,” I say as I kept my eyes on my parchment.
“Anyway,” he says, changing the subject as soon as it emerged. “I’ve started reading this book.” He paused, when he saw that I was still paying him no mind he continued. “It’s called Twilight. Do you know it?”
I look up at him with a glare. “Yes, I do know it. Unfortunately.” You may be thinking. A pureblood Slytherin reading muggle books? Let me assure you that my family is very accepting regardless of bloodline. I had multiple muggle friends outside of Hogwarts. Most of them, much more loyal than anyone else here. But anyway, back to the “conversation” at hand. “And?” I asked him through gritted teeth as I held my glare on him.
“I was wondering,” he muses, ignoring my hard stare. He leans back against the back of the couch, looking up at the ceiling of the chamber. “When does it get interesting?” I snort out a laugh. I couldn’t help but laugh at his question. I clutched my stomach as I doubled over in laughter. The look of confusion on his face only making the whole situation funnier than it already was.
When I finally come down from my laughing high, I finally answer his question. “It doesn’t.” His once confused expression turns into one of unamusement.
“Okay, I get it,” he says. “So you don’t like Twilight.”
“Not in a million years.” I shake my head.
“So which books do you like?”
“I’m not telling you,” I say. He wraps his arm around my shoulders and nests his head into the crook of my neck.
“Please tell me,” he pleaded. He began trailing kisses up my neck. I could hear my heart beating and felt my face heat up. Merlin’s beard, Y/n. Get a grip on yourself.
“Fuck off Jimin,” I stuttered. His actions were flustering me and by the smirk I could feel on his lips. He knew this too.
“Sorry, but I can’t do that,” he says against my neck. His teeth grazing my skin, causing a shudder to run down my spine. “Not until you answer my question.” He holds onto me tighter. One of his hands moving to hold onto my hip opposite him. I clamp my mouth shut. My stubbornness getting the best of me. “I guess you don’t want me to stop then.”
I huffed and tied my best to stay focused on my homework. Jimin’s kisses travel up to my jaw, making me tilt my head back. “Jimiiiiiiin,” I whined and I feel him smile against my skin.
“I asked for what books you like, not my name,” he states. “I try to glare at him from this position. Obviously failing. “But I can live with that too.” He places a kiss on the corner of my lips. My cheeks heat up and they are undoubtedly red. Butterflies flutter in my stomach and he pulls away when he hears someone calling his name.
“Jimin let’s go,” says the voice of a fellow Slytherin. “Everybody else is probably waiting for us in the great hall.” When the black haired boy spots his friend sitting next to me, he stops. But that doesn’t last long as he continues as if he didn’t notice me. “If you make me arrive late one more time then I’m disowning you.” Jimin looks at me and smiles.
“See you in a bit, doll.” He kisses my cheek and stands up. Jogging up to Yoongi who was just getting out the door. I bring my hands up to my warm face. I could only imagine how red it was. If I’m being completely honest, if there’s one boy I do care about in this entire school, it’d have to be Jimin. Somehow, along the way, his small talk and flirting found its way into my heart.
That same night I had moved up into my dormitory so that I wouldn’t have to see Jimin again when he came back from dinner. I only had a third left of my assignments yet to be finished and I decided that it would be best if I left them for tomorrow. Since it was going to be Saturday tomorrow and I had the whole day off.
The beams of light that came in through the window broke me out of my sleep. I groaned and rolled over onto my opposite side. Covering my head to block out the sounds of owls and already active students I clamped my eyes shut. I shaken abruptly, and my pillow was yanked away from me and I was met with the sight of my best friend. She was yelling at me to get up as she pulled me up by the arms. “Nooooooo,” I whined. She rolled her eyes at me and ignored my complaints. She pushed me off of my bed and I tumbled onto the floor.
“Get dressed,” she orders. “We’re going to Hogsmede. I don’t care what you say. You haven’t gone out of this damn school for more than a week and you need a break.” I huff at her and she scolds me, acting like a mother. “DOn’T HuFf At Me.”
I had done what she asked and gotten dressed in a casual outfit. We went down the staircase and into the common room.
On the couches, was sitting Jimin. His silver hair pushed back, showing his forehead. A pair of thin rimmed spectacles perched on his nose as he read a book. Thankfully not Twilight. When he heard me and F/n coming down the stairs, his eyes lifted of the pages and landed on me. He smiled at me. “Good morning,” he said. His smile widened and he shut his book after marking where he left off.
“Good morning,” I mumbled back. Jimin giggled and stood up from the couch. He was wearing a grey wool sweater that matched his hair and a pair of black ripped jeans that accentuated his thighs. The spectacles giving him a cute look. After what had happened yesterday, I didn’t want to hang around much longer than I needed to. But my friend had another idea in mind. Being the social butterfly she is.
“Good morning Jimin,” she beamed. She examined his outfit and complimented him on it. As she talked to him, I made sure to stay behind her.
“Where are you guys going?” he asks F/n. She grabs me by the arm, bringing me forward.
“Me and Y/n are going to visit Hogsmede,” she explained. I tried to move behind her but she wouldn’t have it. “If you want you could come with us.” If looks could kill, the glare I sent F/n would’ve had her dead before either of us could’ve blinked.
“That would be great,” said Jimin. “Is it ok if my friends tag along too?” F/n nodded vigorously. She told Jimin that we would be waiting for him at the Three Broomsticks. Once we were out of the Slytherin common room, I punched F/n in the ribs
“What was that for?!?” she yelled at me. Her brows furrowed together as she rubs the place I punched her.
“You know what that was for.” Good lord, this girl is so dense. When she finally realizes the situation, a smile widens on her lips.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhh! I get it now.” She lets out a laugh worthy of an evil doer. But one that disguises themselves as innocent little schoolgirls. “You don’t want Jimin to come along because of your crush on him.”
“What crush?” I denied. “I don’t have a crush on anybody.”
“Pleaseee Y/n.” F/n rolls her eyes. “Everybody knows that you two like each other.”
“He’s flirty with everyone.” F/n looks at me. The best way I could describe this stare is with the word ‘Really?’. I look away. “Whatever.” I start walking. “Let’s just go to Hogsmeade.”
Me and F/n hadn’t had to wait too long for Jimin and his friends to walk into the Three Broomsticks. Their group of friends was an odd one. A mix of all the Hogwarts houses and most of them from different years. The youngest one of all was a fifth year in Ravenclaw. We’d had a few classes so I knew he went by the name Jungkook. The others though, I only knew because of Quidditch. With the exception of Yoongi, whom I’d seem quite a few times in the common room. The seven of them came toward our table and sat down.
F/n introduced herself. She gave me a pointed look when I didn’t say anything. “I’m Y/n,” I said quietly. I just want to go back to my bed. Everyone began talking and making conversation. F/n got along great with the two Hufflepuffs as was expected. They all talked to each other while I sat back and drank my butterbeer. I moved my mug around, watching as the foam moved atop the golden drink. When I looked back up I saw that Jimin had been staring at me. My cheeks flushed red as I looked back down at my drink.
“I’m gonna go on a walk with Y/n,” said Jimin, rising from his seat. My head shot up to look at him with wide eyes. He walked around the table until he was standing next to me. He grabbed my wrist, pulling me out of the wooden chair. I stumbled to my feet as Jimin dragged me away from the group. People watched as he lead me out of the Three Broomsticks and down the main street. Other students as well as villagers stared at us. Jimin was giving of an energy I couldn’t quite place. All I knew is that it made me want to sink into the floor. He pulled me into a small alley behind a store.
He turned to face me. His eyes seemed to pierce into my soul as he got nearer to me with each of his steps. He stopped right in front of me and I could feel his warm breath fanning my face. “You care to explain to me Y/n?” I looked at him in confusion.
“Wh-what?”
“Don’t pretend,” he said and for the first time ever, Jimin wasn’t smiling at me. His gaze was hard, unwavering, while I struggled with the smallest bit of eye contact. “Whenever I’m around you, you go quiet. You ignore me and everyone else around you.” I gulped hard. I felt like I was being scolded by my mother. A feeling of regret, sadness, anger, and disappointment making the feeling of breathing a lot heavier. “I try to talk to you but you always block me off. I came today in hopes that when you were with your friend you’d be more open with me,” he said. He stood up straight and turned to face the other side of the ally. He leaned his forehead against the stone wall and ran a hand through his hair.
I took this moment where he was silent to speak up. “If you’d only take a hint, you’d know that I don’t want you to talk to me,” I say. “Oh, and that thing you call talking. I consider it flirting and seeing as you do it with everybod-”
He turned to me and slammed me against the wall, while making sure my head didn’t hit it. His hands moved so that they were on either side of my head. Any confidence I had in me when I had been speaking dissipated and I shrunk lower against the wall. Jimin’s head followed mine as he maintained eye level. He leaned in closer until his lips were against my jaw. “Do you see me doing this with anyone else?” I froze under him. He nipped at my skin. “Hm? Do you?” I shook my head while my throat let out a whimper.
“I’ve liked you ever since you arrived at this school. I tried to talk to you, to get closer to you,” he said, pressing his body against mine “But you were always so damn focused on studying.” He bit the side of my neck. I let out a gasp of surprise and squirmed away from him. But Jimin wasn’t having it. He let out a low growl as his hands flew to my hips, holding me in place. “Sorry for acting like this, but I can’t help it. Not when you’ve blocked me out for so long.”
His forehead fell against my shoulder and his nose brushed against my collar bone. He sucked in a deep breath, followed by a sigh. “I’ve liked you for so long and tried to show you for so long that I don’t know what to do anymore. If you just don’t like me back then you could’ve just said so a long time ago,” he mumbles into my skin. When he looks up at me, his eyes shine. Making it look like there were tears in his eyes. The thought broke my heart.
“I’m so sorry Jimin,” I said, placing my hands on his shoulders. “I do like you. So so much. Somehow. Through all that ignoring and trying to get you away, I fell for you. I fell so hard that I couldn’t bring myself to speak to you like a normal person.” The older Slytherin looked up at me. His arms were wrapped around me and he straightened up so he could face me. He was now so close that our noses nearly touched.
“You really like me back?” he asks, eyes looking into mine. I nod, assuring him that what I said wasn’t a lie. “Um, can I kiss you?” For the first time, I looked into his eyes without breaking eye contact. I nodded and Jimin leaned in closer than he already was, until our lips touched. The kiss seemed to go on forever. Our lips dancing together in synchronisation. My hands ran through Jimin’s silver hair. When we pulled away for oxygen, our moment together was stopped as we heard our friends calling for us. “Should we continue this later?” asks Jimin.
“Only if I get to call you mine and you get to call me yours.” I smirked at him. “Will you be my boyfriend?”
A smile etched it’s way onto Jimin’s lips. “I thought you would never ask.” He took a step back, intertwining our fingers as he led me out to find the rest.
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Once my Mother’s relationship with Damon was revealed, she seemed happier. Damon made an effort to get to know me and he was actually really kind. He treated me as if I was his own Daughter and that made me happy. I still missed the Father I never got to know dearly, but Damon was as close to a Father figure as I was going to get. I really liked him and having him around made everything feel more like home.
Currently my Mother was out shopping and Damon offered to watch me instead of her hiring a babysitter. I was so excited to spend another day with him and he seemed just as happy. We were sitting in the living room together, watching some random show that was on. Neither one of us were that invested in what was going on, but we were still enjoying it.
“Y/N? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.” Damon suddenly said and I felt my heart skip a beat. This was it. My perfect little world was about to blow up in my face. Damon was about to tell me how he doesn’t love my Mother anymore and he found another girl…
“O-Okay…” I stuttered as I turned to face him. He gave me a kind smile and muted the show.
“It’s nothing to be worried about.” He said and I took a deep breath. He took a second to compose his thoughts and then took a deep breath himself.
“Y/N, as you know me and your Mother have been seeing each other for a long time now.” He started and I nodded, my anxiety still not leaving me completely.
“Well, I love your Mother very much and I love you as well. I think of you as my own Daughter. I wanted to make sure this was alright with you first before I asked your Mother, because I know you’re her whole world and she wouldn’t do anything without making sure you’re okay with it first.” He said and I looked at him confused.
“I want to ask your Mother to marry me, but only if you’re alright with me being part of your family.” He said and I nodded with the biggest smile ever, but then I thought about how my Father left us for another woman and frowned.
“You won’t leave us… right?” I asked and he pulled me onto his lap.
“Y/N, I promise you, I will never leave you or your Mother.” He said and held out his pinky to me. I smiled and wrapped my much smaller one around his. He smiled down at me as we pulled our fingers apart.
“I’d like to make it clear that I am in no way trying to replace your Father. I know how much you care about him and how you wish you got to know him, but I’d hope you can see me as your Father in some way, someday. I would never want to replace him, because he’s part of the reason you’re an amazing girl and part of the reason you’re in the world today.” He said and I smiled even bigger, with tears in my eyes.
“You’re already my Daddy, and I know you’re not replacing my Father.” I said and hugged him tightly. He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to him.
“You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He said and I pulled back with a smile.
“Y/N? Damon? I’m home!” My Mother called. She walked into the room a few moments later and I hopped off the couch, running right up to her. I gave her a huge hug and she laughed. She lifted me up and kissed my cheek.
“Now what was that for?” She asked with a smile.
“Mum! Damon has something to ask you!” I said, excitedly.
“What?” She asked confused as she set me down. I pulled her over to Damon and he chuckled at my reaction.
“This isn’t exactly what I had planned, but I can’t really blame Y/N for being excited.” He said, which only made my Mother more confused.
“What’s going on you two?” She asked. Damon took my Mother’s hand and smiled up at her as he sunk down to one knee.
“Anabella Renaud, I have loved you long before we started dating and I will love you until the day I die. I knew you wouldn’t even think about accepting my proposal until you asked Y/N, which is why I went ahead and got her blessing before I ask. Anabella, will you make me the happiest man in the world and become my wife?” He asked and pulled out a huge ring with a square yellow diamond, surrounded by white diamonds all around it! I gasped as did my Mother.
“I-I… Y/N, are you sure you’re alright with this?” She asked, kneeling down to my level.
“Yes! Damon is already like my Daddy, and he pinky promised he wouldn’t leave!” I said, bouncing on my heels. She giggled at me and looked back at Damon.
“In that case, I would love to marry you, Damon.” She said. He placed the ring on her finger and pulled her in for a loving kiss.
“Yay! I’m going to have a Daddy!” I cheered and they both chuckled at me. They pulled me in for a group hug and each kissed the side of my head.
“I have to tell Draco! We’re going to have a wedding!” I said and ran up to my room as they laughed.
*1990*
Damon had moved in not long after he proposed to my Mother. We were finally a family and I was so happy. My Mother was actually excited about the wedding and even let me help plan it! Draco was my date and he would be walking me down the aisle. I had picked out a goldish-yellowish dress, white flats, a blue and white flower crown, and of course the necklace Draco got me for my seventh birthday.
I was in the room with my Mother, helping her and her real bride’s maid get her ready. She looked like a real life Princess! Her dress was big and sparkly, her shoes were really nice and expensive, but you couldn’t see them because of how big her dress was. Her makeup was very simple, but she looked amazing! Finally her bouquet was a mix of white and blue flowers, just like my crown!
“You look so amazing, Mum!” I gushed and she smiled down at me.
“Thank you my little fawn, you do as well. I’m sure Draco will be amazed when he sees you.” She said and I blushed slightly.
“I hope so.” I said and she smiled.
“Bella, darling?” Grandfather knocked on the door and peeked his head in.
“Grandfather!” I shouted and ran up to him. He smiled and lifted me up, kissing the side of my head.
“Hello my Princess, you look wonderful.” He said and I smiled.
“Not as good as Mum, she looks just like a Princess!” I said and he finally looked her over.
“Oh my sweet girl…” He said and put me down. He walked over to my Mother and gave her a spin.
“You look amazing.” He said and she smiled brightly.
“Thank you, Daddy.” She said.
“You look so happy.” He smiled fondly at her.
“I am.” She replied.
“Well then, let’s get you married… again.” He said and my Mother giggled.
“Y/N, Draco is waiting for you just down the hall.” Grandfather said and I nodded. I walked out of the room and down the hall. Draco had his back turned to me and I ran up, hugging him from behind.
“What the-” He started and turned around as I let go of him.
“Hello, love.” He smiled. I felt my heart flutter slightly at the nickname he had recently started calling me, since he turned ten.
“Hello, Dray.” I said, giving him a little curtsy. He chuckled and gently took my hand. He kissed the back of it and pulled me closer to him. That’s when I noticed his tie.
“Did you wear this just to match me?” I giggled as he blushed.
“Mother may have informed me of your dress color, and I may have taken it into consideration.” He said and I giggled again.
“You’re adorable!” I said and kissed his cheek.
“Y/N! Draco! It’s time, get into place!” My Mother’s bridesmaid said. We both quickly got into place and I clung to my small bouquet as my hand rested against Draco’s arm. We soon heard the music start and everyone began walking down the aisle. I smiled as I saw Damon dressed in his all black suit, different to Draco’s, his blue tie that matched the flowers my Mother had chosen, and his matching black shoes.
Draco and I went our separate ways, he stood next to Damon and I stood on my Mother’s side. My Grandfather and Mother were walking down the aisle and everyone’s eyes were on them. When my Mother made it to the end my Grandfather kissed her cheek and went to take his seat in the front row. Everything kind of dragged on after that, until my Mother and now Step-Father kissed. Everyone cheered and clapped. I ran up to them and Damon lifted me up, kissing my cheek. They both hugged me tightly and Damon started carrying me back down the aisle.
“Hey! That’s my date!” Draco called as he chased after us. My parents chuckled and placed me down. Draco wrapped his arm around mine and slightly glared at Damon.
“Sorry, Draco. I wouldn’t dare take Y/N away from you.” He said. Draco huffed and nodded. I giggled at my best friend and kissed his cheek.
The party after the wedding was just as perfect as the reception was. Draco and I danced together a lot. We were currently sitting at our table having a drink while we talked when the band tried to gain everyone’s attention.
“Sorry to bother everyone, but the groom ‘ere has requested a special dance with his new daughter!” The lead singer said and my eyes widened. Damon walked up to us and kneeled down on one knee in front of Draco.
“Mind if I borrow your date?” He asked and Draco looked at me. I gave him a smile and he sighed.
“I suppose so…” He said and I giggled. He’s always been insanely protective over me and never liked when someone else gave me attention. He was always worried someone would hurt me, but Damon was now my Father and I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. Damon stood up and offered me his hand. I took it and hopped off my chair. Damon led me to the middle of the dance floor and the music began. He led me as we danced and eventually I ended up standing on his feet. It was an amazing experience that I never expected to have in my life. Damon wasn’t replacing my Father, but he was most definitely my Dad.
Once the dance was finished everyone clapped and Damon led me back to Draco. I took my seat and Damon kneeled down to Draco’s height again.
“Draco, I know you and Y/N are best friends and I just want you to know that I would never hurt her. It’s obvious that you care about you and want to protect her and I appreciate that. I’m glad Y/N has you as her best friend and I want you to know that I will do my best to take care of her as well.” He said and I smiled. Draco stuck his head up slightly, but a small smile was on his lips.
“I will always be Y/N’s number one.” He said and I giggled. Damon chuckled and nodded.
“I know you will.” He said and Draco smirked. Damon held out his hand and Draco looked at it for a moment before shaking it. I smiled as Damon walked off to my Mother and looked back to Draco who was already smiling at me.
“He’s good to me, Draco. He’s like the Dad I always wanted.” I said and his smile grew.
“I’m happy for you, love.” He said and gently held my hand. This was the best day of my life. I finally got a Dad. I finally have a complete family.
Warnings: Mentions of James Potter’s death, crying, panic attack, should be it!
Y/N: Your Name
Y/N/N: Your Nickname
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I ended up spending the rest of my birthday locked in my room. I couldn’t believe my Father was dead! He should have never left! He should have been right here with me and my Mother! Then I wouldn’t be spending my birthday in my room crying and staring at the only picture I have of him… I spent the next morning locked in my room, refusing to come out. I just wanted my Father…
“Y/N?” My Mother called as she knocked on my door. I didn’t answer, just stared at the picture of my Father.
“Y/N darling?” She asked as she opened my door. I heard her sigh and close the door. Her quiet footsteps made their way to my bed and she gently sat next to me.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N…” She said. I peeled my eyes away from the picture and looked at my Mother who was frowning at me.
“I should have told you sooner, I’m so sorry.” She said.
“It’s not your fault…” I said quietly.
“It is. I was the one who came up with the deal, if I didn’t offer Lily to him he would have been here with us.” She said. I sat up and wrapped my arms around my Mother, hugging her tightly.
“I don’t blame you, Mum.” I said and she held me closely to her.
“I love you so much, Y/N. I should have-”
“I love you too, Mum.” I cut off whatever she was going to blame on herself again. We sat in silence for a bit, just hugging each other. I pulled away first and reached to grab the picture of my Father. I stared down at him with a sad smile.
“Do you still want to go to the party tonight?” She asked and I nodded.
“Are you sure? I’m sure the Malfoys will understand if you don’t.” She said.
“I wanna see Draco.” I said and she smiled.
“Alright, then we better get ready.” She said and I smiled brightly.
My Mother helped me get dressed in a red puffy dress, gold shoes, a birthday crown that my Grandfather got me, and a diamond bracelet that my Mother got me. She smiled down at me and kissed my head. She went to get ready and then we were off to the party!
When my Mother and I arrived at the Malfoy’s Manor, Draco’s parents were in the foyer to greet each guest.
“Arabella! Y/N! We’re so happy you made it!” Narcissa said as she hugged and kissed my Mother’s cheek.
“Narcissa, Lucius, thank you so much for doing this.” My Mother said.
“Of course! Y/N is practically like our own daughter.” Lucius said.
“Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy.” I greeted and they each smiled at me.
“Happy birthday, Y/N.” Narcissa said.
“Thank you!” I said.
“Dobby! Go fetch Draco, tell him Y/N has arrived.” Lucius ordered the house elf.
“Yes Master!” The timid elf said and rushed to find the Malfoy heir.
“Draco’s been so excited to see you again, he hasn’t stopped talking about your party since last night.” Narcissa said.
“Y/N’s been very excited to see Draco again.” My Mother said. It wasn’t long until Draco entered the room with a smile on his face.
“Y/N! Happy Birthday!” He excitedly said as he made his way towards me.
“Thank you!” I said as I gave him a huge hug.
“Bella, there’s someone here that I know would love to see you.” Narcissa said with a smirk on her face.
“Oh, well I don’t know, Issa…” My Mother said and looked down at me.
“Draco, why don’t you accompany Y/N during the party?” Narcissa asked her son and he nodded with a smile. He offered me his arm and I gladly took it.
“It’s okay Mum, I’ll be with Draco!” I said happily.
“Are you sure, my little fawn? With everything that happened last night I don’t want to upset you more…” She said, crouching down.
“I’m sure, Mum.” I smiled. My Mother deserved to be happy tonight too.
“Come on, Y/N/N, I wanna show you the decorations!” Draco happily said as he tugged on my arm gently. I giggled and followed him into the ballroom. It was absolutely perfect! There were green and gold decorations littering the ballroom, there were white flowers all around as well. Everything was so perfect I couldn’t keep the smile off my face.
“Do you like it?” He asked and I nodded in awe.
“It’s amazing, Draco!” I exclaimed.
“I picked it all out just for you! I knew you would love it!” He said excitedly. I giggled and gave him a big hug.
“I don’t want to pry, but do you mind telling me what happened last night?” He asked and I sighed.
“I had an awful birthday, Draco… My Mother had told me that my Father died just a year after I was born and then she gave me a letter he wrote me. He was explaining how he and my Mother made a deal to have me and then they could be with that Muggle-born girl Lily. He talked about how he wanted to meet me one day and how I have a Brother. I cried so hard and my Mother tried to comfort me, but I was so hurt. She mentioned how my Father wanted me to meet my Brother, Harry, but I don’t want to! He’s literally the reason My Father left us!” I huffed.
“I’m sorry, Y/N/N, finding out your Father was killed by the Dark Lord on your birthday must be the worst.” He said with a frown and I furrowed my brow.
“What?” I asked and he looked at me confused.
“My Father was killed by You-Know-Who?” I asked and his eyes widened.
“Y-You didn’t know?” He asked and I shook my head. Tears began to blur my vision and it felt like my throat was closing up. Draco’s eyes widened further and he grabbed my hand.
“How about we go outside for a bit?” He asked and all I could do was nod. Draco led me out to his back porch and gently sat me in the garden chair. Luckily we were the only two out here so I could have peace. I felt my hands start shaking and my head felt like it was slightly spinning. I grabbed my head as I started hyperventilating. Draco stood in front of me and gently grabbed my hands.
“You need to breath, Y/N. In and out.” He gently said. I shook my head as the tears fell harder.
“C-Can’t…” I whispered.
“Just like this… In… Out…” He said, guiding me through breathing normally again. I tried my best to follow his instructions, but it was so hard. Draco kept gently whispering to me about how I should breath as he gently brushed his thumb on the back of my hands. It took a bit for my tears to finally stop and my breathing to return to normal. I looked up at Draco and he was looking down at me worriedly.
“I’m alright…” I said, quietly.
“I’m really sorry, Y/N/N, I thought you knew.” He said and I took a deep breath. I shook my head and smiled at him.
“Thank you for telling me, Dray.” I said and squeezed his hands.
“Let me make it up to you, come with me!” He said and pulled me along with him. The two of us rushed through the ballroom and over to a large table that held all the gifts for me. Draco looked over them and picked up a small, very expensive looking box.
“Here, this one’s mine!” He said, practically bouncing up and down. I giggled and smiled at the small box that was wrapped in dark green with gold polka dots and a silver bow keeping it all together.
“Draco Lucius, Malfoy! What do you think you’re doing?” Narcissa scolded as she walked up to us, along with my Mother and a man I’ve never seen.
“I-I made Y/N upset because I told her what happened to James Potter and I didn’t know that she didn’t know… I just wanted to make her feel better!” Draco said, nervously looking up at his Mother.
“That wasn’t your information to tell!” Narcissa hissed and Draco bowed his head.
“Don’t be so hard on him, Issa, I should have told her…” My Mother said and I looked up at her with wide eyes.
“You knew?” I asked, feeling tears prick my vision again.
“Oh my little fawn…” She kneeled down and gently grabbed my arm.
“I did know, but I didn’t know how to tell you. How was I supposed to tell you that your Father was murdered by…” She trailed off and I bit my lip.
“What else are you keeping from me?” I whispered and her eyes widened slightly.
“Nothing, Y/N, I promise you. There is nothing else to tell you regarding your Father and your Brother.” She said and I took a deep breath. I held up my pinky and gave her a small smile.
“Promise?” I asked and she smiled. She wrapped her pinky around my smaller one and held it tightly.
“I promise.” She said and pulled me in for a hug.
“Y/N, happy birthday!” The man said, also crouching down to my level.
“T-Thank you.” I smiled, feeling slightly nervous around him.
“Y/N, this is Damon Horn.” My Mother introduced the man.
“Hello.” I smiled and he returned it. He pulled out a red box with a silver bow wrapped around it and held it out to me.
“I got you something. Your Mother told me you’d like it.” He said and I smiled and took the box from him.
“Thank you!” I said.
“Y/N… I thought you were going to open my gift first?” Draco said and I turned to find him frowning at me.
“Draco! Don’t be rude.” Narcissa said. Draco’s frown deepened and his arms fell to his sides, still holding the little box. I frowned slightly and turned back to the man.
“Sorry, sir, Draco and I always open each other’s gifts first.” I said and my Mother smiled. She took the box from my arms and I smiled.
“Go on my little fawn.” She said and I turned to face Draco who had a smug smirk on my face. He handed me the box and I took it with a grateful smile on my face.
“It’s so lovely, Draco.” I said and gently undid the bow then ripped the paper off. I opened it to find a black velvet box. I opened it and inside was a silver necklace with a little black stone in the middle of a sun.
“Draco, this is amazing!” I said taking the necklace out of the box.
“I have the matching one!” He said and pulled out a little silver moon with the same black stone in the middle. I smiled and held up the necklace to him.
“Will you put it on for me?” I asked. He smiled and took the necklace from me and I turned around, moving my hair out of the way for him. He placed the necklace around me and locked it into place. I smiled down at the little pendant and turned back to face Draco.
“It’s enchanted too! When you hold it up to your eye and look into the stone you can see the stars!” He said and I smiled.
“It’s amazing! I love it so much! Thank you!” I said and hugged him tightly.
“You’re welcome, I knew you would love it!” He said and I giggled.
“I do, it’s amazing!” I said. I turned back to my Mother and held up the little sun to show her.
“Isn’t it amazing, Mum?” I asked and she smiled.
“It’s so amazing.” She said and I beamed and looked back down at the sun.
“Why don’t you open Damon’s gift now?” She asked and offered me the box.
“It won’t be as good as mine.” Draco grumbled.
“Draco!” Narcissa scolded.
“It’s alright, Narcissa. He’s probably right.” Damon laughed and Draco narrowed his eyes at him slightly. He came closer and stood next to me. I took the gift from my Mother and gently opened the box. I took the lid off the box and found two stuffed deer inside. I gasped and took them out. One was a stag and the other was a doe, they were my favorite animals of all time. It was one of the few facts I had learned about my Father of the years and I clung to it. They were forever going to be my favorite animals.
“I love them! Draco look!” I said and held them out for him to see. He smiled at me and nodded.
“They’re very cute.” He said and I turned to my Mother.
“Mummy! Look! Look!” I said and she laughed.
“I see them, my little fawn. They’re amazing.” She said and I hugged them closely. My Mother and Damon stood up and he placed his hand on my Mother’s waist.
“Thank you, Mr. Horn!” I said and he smiled down at me.
“You’re welcome, sweetie.” He said and gently pulled my Mother closer to him. I looked at them for a moment and smiled slightly.
“You like my Mother!” I said and her eyes widened.
“Y/N!” She said and I looked at her confused.
“I do like your Mother, quite a lot.” He answered and I smiled.
“Do you like him, Mum?” I asked and she bit her lip.
“Y/N, darling…” She trailed off.
“You do!” I said and held the stuffed deer closer to me.
“Y/N, it’s… complicated…” She said.
“Y/N, your Mother and I have been seeing each other for a little while now and she was worried about how you would feel about this.” Damon said and my Mother’s eyes widened.
“Are you happy, Mummy?” I asked and she looked down at me then back at Damon.
“I am.” She said and I smiled brighter.
“Yay! I’m happy for you Mum.” I said and she smiled down at me.
“Thank you, my little fawn.” She said.
“Draco, why don’t you take Y/N to see your friends?” Narcissa suggested.
“Okay!” Draco said with a smile. I held up the stuffed deer to my Mother, who took them with a smile.
“Come on, Y/N/N!” Draco said and pulled me along with him.
For the rest of the party, Draco and I spent it with our friends. We danced, ate some snacks, drank a few drinks, and played some games. When dinner came we were all together at one table while the adults were at all the other tables. It was all so perfect and soon it was time for cake. The house elves brought out a large three tiered cake. The first layer was green with black and gold paint like stripes around them. The second one was also green, but with nothing on it, and the last layer was plain white. They had white flowers and a white chocolate ring resting on the bottom layer. It was so amazing! They had also brought out green and white rose cupcakes with gold leaves on them. It was all so perfect! They set the cake in front of me and I smiled so wide that my cheeks hurt.
“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Y/N, happy birthday to you!” Everyone sang and I pulled Draco closer to me.
“One, two, three!” I said and the two of us blew out the candles together. Everyone clapped and some had taken pictures. They took the cake away and returned not long with a large piece that Draco and I shared. Yesterday may have been the worst birthday I had, and today wasn’t as perfect as it could be, but Draco always knew how to make me feel better. He made this birthday party amazing, just like he always did.
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My Mother was the absolute best Mother in the world, except when it comes to my Father. All I know about him was that he left us before I was born for another woman… My Mother said it was part of a deal they had made, but it still upset me that he would do that to my Mother. I wanted so badly to meet him, but something told me that I never would… It was my 7th birthday today and I was excited since my Mother said she had a surprise for me.
“Y/N! Please come down here!” My Mother called and I smiled.
“Coming!” I called back and rushed down the stairs. I walked into the den and smiled at my Mother.
“Happy birthday, my little fawn.” She said with a large smile. My smile grew at the mention of my nickname. She had always called me her little fawn, said it had something to do with my Father. She would never explain further than that.
“Thank you, Mother.” I said. She motioned me to sit on her lap and I did. She held me close and kissed the top of my head.
“Here, this is a letter from your Father, he wrote it after you were recently born and I wanted to wait until you were old enough to understand…” She said with a sigh. My eyes widened at the mention of my Father and I couldn’t help the smile that crept its way onto my face. I went to reach for the letter, but she pulled it out of my reach.
“I need you to know something before you read this.” She said and I nodded, unable to peel my eyes away from the letter.
“Your Father, James Potter, he died a year after you were born… I didn’t know how to tell you, so I didn’t… I’m so sorry…” She said and I snapped my head to look at her.
“My Dad is… dead?” I asked, feeling tears prick my eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N, but this letter will explain everything.” She said and finally handed me the letter. I hopped off her lap and sat on the floor. I took a deep breath and opened the letter.
To my beautiful daughter,
Y/N I know you’re probably angry with me, since I’m sure your Mother told you of our deal, but know it had nothing to do with you. Your Mother and I were being forced to marry each other and neither of us enjoyed that. Your Mother is actually the one who came up with the deal, but back then I never knew how hard it would be to leave my child… I alway knew it was coming since my heart belonged to Lily, but I never thought about how it would affect you. The day I left your Mother she told me that I couldn’t see you and it broke my heart. I thought about you everyday and when your Mother sent me a picture of you, my heart broke even more. You are so beautiful and perfect and I never get to know who you’ll become. I thought having a child with Lily would help me cope with the fact I’d never see you, but nothing could ever help that feeling. As much as I love Lily and our son, Harry, you are still my daughter and I hope one day we’ll get to meet. I love you so much, and please don’t hate your Mother or me for this. We were simply doing what we had to. Just know that I love you and I always will.
Your Father, James.
I felt tears rolling down my face and I looked up at my Mother who also had a single tear fall from her eye. I dropped the letter and ran into her arms. She held me tightly and rubbed my back as I cried.
“Who’s Lily and why did he leave us for her?” I asked once I was calm enough.
“Lily was a girl we went to school with, James was obsessed with her and his family didn’t like that. She wasn’t a Pure-blood which is why we were married by our parents.” She answered and I scrunched up my nose.
“He left us for a mudblood!” I said, annoyed.
“Y/N! We do not use that word.” My Mother scolded.
“Sorry…” I said, hanging my head. Draco had always told me that’s what we call people that weren’t pure.
“Sometimes I hate you being around those Malfoys…” My Mother sighed.
“But Draco’s my best friend!” I said and she smiled slightly.
“I know my little fawn, I know.” She said.
“Dad had another kid…” I said and my Mother sighed again.
“I know, Harry.” She said and my head shot up.
“You knew!?” I asked with wide eyes.
“Yes, I read the letter when it came and James had sent me a picture of his son. He wanted you to know you have a brother, but I can’t just take you to meet him.” She answered.
“I don’t want to meet him! He might as well be the reason he left! Him and that Lily girl! Dad could have been happier with us and he would have been alive!” I shouted, shocking my Mother. I ran off to my room and cried my eyes out. This is the worst birthday ever!
Request: Yes / No I won’t be putting the request in because it gives away the story, but this was requested by @loxbbg Thank you so much I love this idea so much!
Requests are closed <3 Have a nice day/night
Draco Malfoy x Fem!Potter!Reader (Eventually)
James Potter x OC Arabella Renaud
Harry Potter x half-sister!Reader
Word count: 1966
Warnings: Kind of sad?
Y/N: Your Name
A/N: This will be a series because this request is long and I have so many idea for this!
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“You can’t be serious, Father!” Arabella said, looking at her Father with wide eyes.
“I know you don’t want this, but for the good of this family.” Her Father said with a sigh.
“But why?” She cried out. Her Father sighed once again and shook his head.
“Darling, we must regain the status this family once had and we can’t risk you choosing a partner that is less than perfect.” He said and she groaned.
“Yes I know Father, but I thought this wouldn’t happen until after I graduated, not now!” She said, frantically. Her Father looked at her with apologetic eyes, while her Mother stayed behind him, rolling her eyes at her daughter’s dramatic behavior.
“Can’t we just wait till after I finish with school?” She begged. She hardly ever asked anything of her parents, but this was something she desperately didn’t want to happen, at least not right now. For Salazar’s sake she’s only a child! She still had two years of Hogwarts left! Her Father shook his head and her shoulders slumped.
“The only reason it’s this soon is because the Potter family wish for their son to be married as soon as possible.” He answered.
“I’m sorry, Potter? I’m being married off to James Potter?” She asked in disbelief.
“Yes!” Her Mother snapped at her.
“Is there something wrong with that?” She added with a glare.
“Yes! He’s a bloody Gryffindor! How could you two possibly be alright with me marrying a Gryffindor?” Arabella practically shouted.
“Watch your tone, first off. Second, the Potter boy is just what we need for the public eye to trust our family again.” Her Father said and she sighed.
“Why do I have to pay for the mistakes the two of you made?” She asked.
“Mistake? Mistake! The only mistake here is you! The Dark L-”
“That’s enough!” Conrad shouted, cutting his wife, Starla off.
“We agreed that following He Who Must Not Be Named was a mistake! It put our daughter at risk and we would not continue following down that dark path!” He said and she glared at him.
“Get out, we’ll finish this conversation without you.” He ordered and his wife gladly left the room.
“Bella, I know you don’t wish to marry this boy and you are correct, you are paying for our mistakes, but it’s for the good of this family.” He said. Arabella was silent for a moment before she looked up at her Father with a sigh.
“Does he know he’s marrying me?” She asked.
“If he doesn’t, he will soon. Why?” He asked.
“He’s not exactly a fan of Slytherins. There is no possible way he’ll agree to this.” She said. She conveniently left out the part where he was head over heels in love with Lily Evans.
“I don’t believe he’ll have a choice in the matter.” Her Father said.
“I doubt his parents would force him to do something he didn’t want.” She said
“They are, they believe he’s choosing someone that is… unacceptable for their son.” He said.
“You mean Lily, the Muggle-born Gryffindor he’s absolutely in love with.” She said, causing her Father to sigh.
“Yes, they don’t want him with her because…”
“Because she’s not a Pure-blood.” Arabella finished her Father’s thought.
“Yes, you’re more acceptable for them.” He said and she sighed.
“Right…” She said, rolling her eyes.
“Arabella.” Conrad said, wishing to gain his daughter’s attention. She looked up at him and he gave her a small smile.
“This is much sooner than either of us wanted, but I believe it’s the best option. The Potter boy may hate all Slytherins, but from what I’ve heard, he’s never been rude or mocked you. This is better than I could wish for you, considering all this You Know Who business. I will not call off this betrothal, but I want you to be happy. Preferably with your future husband, James Potter.” He said and she nodded, understanding her Father’s wishes.
“Are you telling me that I may not have to marry him?” She asked, slight hope in her voice.
“I’m saying that we need an heir.” He said and she smiled. She hugged her Father tightly and he hugged her back with a large smile.
“Thank you, Daddy!” She said. He kissed her head as they pulled apart.
“Like I said, I just want you to be happy.” He said.
*Three Months Later*
Arabella had returned to school and was told by her Father to seek out James Potter. Luckily for her, he was alone in his compartment. He looked up at her with wide eyes and a nervous smile as she took a seat.
“I’m sure your parents informed you of our situation.” She said and he nodded.
“And I’m sure, much like me you weren’t happy.” She continued and he once again nodded with a sigh.
“Well, I’d like to make you a deal, Potter.” She said, peeking the boy’s interest.
“What sort of deal?” He asked, warily.
“I don’t want to marry you and you don’t want to marry me… So, you will get me pregnant so my family has an heir and then you’re free to be with that Evans girl you’re so fond of.” She said and his eyes widened.
“But what about our parents?” He asked.
“My Father is actually the one who gave me the idea, he wants to see me happy and no offense, but marrying you will not make me happy.” She said and James chuckled.
“None taken… wait, so you’ll just let me be with Lily as long as you have a child?” He asked and she nodded.
“My Father wants an heir that will change our reputation, having your name will do that.” She said and he thought for a moment.
“We’d still have to get married.” The boy pointed out and she sighed.
“Just until we have a child then you can be with Lily for the rest of your life. Though, I can’t promise that some people won’t find out you left me and I can’t ruin my family reputation anymore by saying I let you.” She said and he nodded, thinking of the pros and cons of her offer.
“You have yourself a deal, Arabella.” He said, holding his hand out with a smile. She returned the smile and gladly shook his hand.
“Then once we’re married we’ll start trying for a child. I must be sure I’m pregnant before you go off with Evans.” She said and he nodded.
“I understand, you’ll get your heir.” He said and she smiled.
“Never thought I’d be happy about having a child this young.” She laughed.
“Yeah, me either.” James joined in.
The two vastly different children may not be friends, but they each understood each other, given the situation they were forced into. Arabella was just lucky her Father was kind to her and that he wouldn’t be angry as long as she got the heir and Potter name she needed. She was sure her Mother would be furious that the Potter boy had left her, but she honestly didn’t care. Her Mother had changed during her time with the Dark Lord and they were lucky enough to escape with their lives. Arabella was a bit skeptical of the fact that the Dark Lord would just let them go, but she was honestly too scared to question it at all. She just wanted her family to be safe and normal again, but that was probably a bit much to ask for.
As soon as the last year of Hogwarts ended Arabella and James Potter were married. James Potter had convinced his parents to wait until after school to marry the two and given that the boy had suddenly become very complacent with his parents wishes, they complied. Before the ink could even dry on their marriage certificate, Arabella and James were trying for a baby. It took them a bit longer than either of them had liked to conceive, but it untimely happened after a year. The two were relieved when they got the news, they honestly couldn’t stand being together anymore. They weren’t fighting or angry with each other, but James was upset that he wasn’t able to be with his true love and Arabella was upset she couldn’t even look for hers. They waited a bit after Arabella had confirmed the pregnancy before they quietly got a divorce. James had quickly packed all his things and said goodbye to his now ex-wife. He hugged her tightly and even gave her a kiss on her forehead, surprising the girl.
“Thank you, Arabella.” He whispered before he pulled away.
“I believe I should be thanking you.” She said as she placed a hand gently on her small bump. James chuckled and placed his hand over hers.
“I hate to leave you alone with a child, but-”
“Don’t.” She cut him off.
“This is what we agreed on. I’ll be fine on my own with our child, just go be with Evans.” She said and he smiled a bit more at the mention of Lily’s name.
“Will you have the baby keep my name?” He asked and she thought for a moment.
“I believe I have to, that way my family name won’t be left in the mud.” She said and he sighed.
“Right, well at least tell her about me?” He asked and she sighed, shaking her head.
“I don’t want to get her hopes up on meeting you, James. Our story is that you left me for Evans.” She said and James frowned.
“You’re telling me that I won’t ever see my child?” He asked, shocked.
“How did you think this was going to go? That I would just bring our child over whenever you wanted? Or that you would come back here to see him or her?” She asked and James shrugged.
“I-I don’t know, but I didn’t think I’d never be able to see them! I mean, it is my child.” He said and she sighed.
“James, our story won’t be believable if you see them. They’ll know you exist, obviously, but-”
“Tell them about our deal, that way they won’t hate me.” He begged. She gave him a small smile and nodded.
“Fine, but you still won’t be able to see them.” She said and he nodded, sadly.
“Then, this is goodbye, Arabella.” He said and she smiled.
“Goodbye, James. Have a good life with Lily.” She said and hugged him one last time. James took a deep breath and left behind the woman he came to love, not in a romantic sense, but still loved, and his unborn child…
*March 23rd, 1980*
Arabella heard the cries of her newly born baby as she panted in the hospital bed. She was tired from pushing the small child out of her and the potions the doctors had given her were making her even more so.
“Miss Potter, it’s a girl.” The doctor said as he handed her baby to her. The woman smiled down at her new bundle of joy and bit her lip. She had James’ eyes and nose… It hurt her heart knowing that this baby would never know her Father, but she was determined to give this girl an amazing life.
“What would you like to name her?” A nurse asked, holding the birth certificate.
“Y/N. Y/N Potter.” Arabella answered with a smile. The name fit the girl perfectly. Y/N, after her Grandmother. Arabella kissed the small girl’s head and held her close. Y/N Potter was now her reason to live. Y/N Potter was the reason Arabella’s younger brother could freely marry whoever he chose. Y/N Potter was the savior of the Renaud family.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: sad :(
Draco couldn’t sleep a wink that night. He replayed his conversation with Harry over and over until he had convinced himself that everything Harry said was true. It wasn’t as though he took a lot of convincing anyway.
He decided to make use of his sleeplessness. He grabbed a quill and parchment and started to write. By the time he was happy with what he had written, scraps on scribbled out parchment littered the floor. He slipped out of bed to pay a visit to Moaning Myrtle.
-
Dearest Y/N,
I’m afraid you were right, we are on different sides now. I wish with my whole heart we could stand together in this fight, but I don’t belong with you.
It is my feelings for you that have driven me to decide to stay away from you. You are far too good for me, and I will only hold you back. I regret that it has come to this but please respect my decision.
Know that you will always be in my heart.
Yours, always D.M
Y/N read the letter over and over again, each time hoping her eyes were deceiving her. However, the words on the parchment never changed.
“There, there,” comforted Myrtle.
Y/N should have been sad, or angry, or something. Instead, she felt nothing. Just numb. She couldn’t understand how, if you cared for someone, you could decide to stay away from them.
She stuffed the note into the pocket of her jacket and rushed back to her dorm. There, she began to scribble her own note in response to Draco’s.
Draco,
While I respect your decision, I will not pretend to understand what has driven you to make it. And I will not pretend that the idea of us not being friends doesn’t break my heart.
I’m sorry you feel as though you don’t belong with me. If it’s any consolation, I feel the opposite. When I am with you (and we’re actually getting along), nothing feels more right.
If this is to be our final correspondence, then I have a few things to say. Firstly, to me, you are so much more than the bad things you’ve done. Those things do not define you. Secondly, I have never been in love, but the way you make me feel is what I imagine love feels like. Finally, know that all of your secrets are safe with me, and I’ll be here should you need me. You can tell me anything.
Forever yours, Y/N
Much like Draco had done, Y/N gave the parchment to Myrtle to pass on. But Draco never came to collect it.
-
Every day for weeks, Y/N went to visit Myrtle in the hopes of some news. Not necessarily a reply, but at least to hear he’d received the note.
“He hasn’t come to visit me,” Myrtle would huff.
“Never mind,” YN would say. Seeing Myrtle every day helped a bit. Myrtle knew about her and Draco, and for some reason, Y/N trusted her.
She would talk to Myrtle about Draco. How he seemed to be looking worse and worse every day. Tired, sad, lonely. Y/N shared her worries about him, whether he would be okay again.
In classes, Y/N would occasionally steal a glance at Draco, just to make sure he seemed okay. Apart from that, the two never spoke. If Draco stole glances at Y/N, she didn’t notice.
-
Each morning Draco woke up, he wished he hadn’t. Since he stopped talking to Y/N, he felt as though he had nothing to look forward to, nothing to live for. He wished every night that he wouldn’t wake up the next morning.
Every day was the same. Go to class, try not to look at Y/N, look at Y/N anyway just to see if she’s looking at him (she never is), avoid everyone, go to the Room and work on the Cabinet, sleep, repeat. He hated it.
He wouldn’t even go and see Myrtle any more, afraid of what she might tell him about Y/N. He was entirely alone. And it was all his fault.
-
Eventually, Y/N gave up. She took her note back from Myrtle one morning, shoving it in her pocket before heading to class.
Class was the same as always. Pretending Draco didn’t exist except for a small period of time just to check up on him. Only this time, when Y/N looked at Draco, he was already looking at her. Y/N’s cheeks flushed and she quickly averted her eyes.
But curiosity got the better of her and when she glanced over again, Draco was still looking at her.
Draco hadn’t looked at Y/N for this long in weeks. He had forgotten just how beautiful she was, and just how tempting that gap between the hem of her skirt and her knee socks was. He saw colour blush in her cheeks, and he revelled in the power he has over her by simply looking at her.
Y/N didn’t dare look at Draco again during the rest of the lesson, although she couldn’t think about anything other than him. When the lesson was finished, Draco shot up out of his seat and left the room as quickly as his feet would carry him.
Y/N looked over to his seat, noticing his textbook still on the desk. She went over and picked it up. She had an idea. Tucking her note between the pages of his book, she headed out after him.
Unable to find him in the corridors, Y/N called out to Pansy.
“Pansy!”
Pansy turned around and smiled at Y/N. “Hey, Y/N.”
“Can you do me a favour?” Y/N asked. “Draco left this in class. I’d give it to him myself but…” She trailed off.
“No problem,” Pansy said. “Can I ask what happened between you two? He hasn’t been his usual self lately.”
Y/N shrugged, unsure on what to say. “It’s complicated. You’ll make sure he gets it? There’s something important in there for him.”
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: n/a
A couple of pages turned into a couple more. Y/N was so lost in Draco’s neat scrawl that she hadn’t heard him come into the Room of Requirement.
“Y/N?” Draco asked.
Snapping the journal closed, Y/N whirled around. “You scared the shit out of me.” Draco eyed up the book in Y/N’s hands. He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m sorry, I found it here. I didn’t mean to pry…” She apologised.
“It’s okay,” Draco said. “It’ll tell you more than I can anyway. Just give it back when you’re done.”
Y/N held out the book. “Here.”
Draco’s hand brushed against hers as he took back his journal.
The pair stood there opposite each other, neither able to look the other in the eye. After everything Y/N has read in the journal, she had no idea what to say to Draco. As for Draco, he knew everything he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: ~1k
Warnings: n/a
A couple of pages turned into a couple more. Y/N was so lost in Draco’s neat scrawl that she hadn’t heard him come into the Room of Requirement.
“Y/N?” Draco asked.
Snapping the journal closed, Y/N whirled around. “You scared the shit out of me.” Draco eyed up the book in Y/N’s hands. He raised his eyebrows at her. “I’m sorry, I found it here. I didn’t mean to pry…” She apologised.
“It’s okay,” Draco said. “It’ll tell you more than I can anyway. Just give it back when you’re done.”
Y/N held out the book. “Here.”
Draco’s hand brushed against hers as he took back his journal.
The pair stood there opposite each other, neither able to look the other in the eye. After everything Y/N has read in the journal, she had no idea what to say to Draco. As for Draco, he knew everything he wanted to say but couldn’t bring himself to say the words.
“I have one thing to say,” Y/N said after clearing her throat. “I understand if you hate me for telling Harry, but I want you to know that I’m fighting for a world where if we get married, it’s because we love each other. Not because we have to.”
“I don’t hate you. I understand you’re doing the right thing, and I’m sorry that I’m not as brave as you.” Draco said.
Y/N shook her head. “It’s not about bravery, Draco. It’s that I have nothing left to lose. I lost my mother, my family, my freedom and myself.”
Deep down, Draco knew she was right. If it weren’t for the safety of his family, he wouldn’t hesitate to join Y/N. But he couldn’t, if they got caught, Draco’s punishment would be to watch his mother and father suffer and die. He would likely be left alive, it would be more painful than death.
“So what happens for us?” Draco asked, although he could already guess the answer.
Y/N shrugged. “I don’t know, really. As if things weren’t already complicated enough. I’d like to be friends, but I suppose that’s out of the question.”
“Why?”
“We’re on different sides now, Draco.”
When Y/N put it like that, Draco realised just how right she was.
“Well, not necessarily,” Draco explained. “It’s not my fault if I don’t know your allegiance has changed and still pass on information like, I don’t know, when the Death-Eaters plan to enter Hogwarts.”
“I wouldn’t ask you to do that, Draco. That’s a massive risk, Voldemort could find out.”
“Like I said, I don’t know your allegiance has changed.” Draco felt it was the least he could do. It was his way of helping Y/N without risking his family. “Look, I’m sorry about the other night. I didn’t mean any of it, I was just angry and sometimes I lose control.”
“I know, Draco, it’s okay,” Y/N reassured. “Look, I have a lot to think about, and so do you. Let’s just go to bad and we’ll figure this out later.”
-
Harry sat across the room from Y/N, watching her paying attention to the professor addressing the class. Despite Draco’s behaviour the other day, he had yet to see Y/N interact with Draco in any way. So far, not so much as a glance in his direction.
Knowing Y/N, whose father is a Death-Eater, is now one too, it was highly likely that Draco was as well. Which means they would know each other, at the very least. But there was no acknowledgement on Y/N’s part.
However, when Harry decided to swallow his pride and look at Draco, he saw a different story. Draco watched Y/N from the corner of his eye, so subtle that Harry might not have noticed if he wasn’t looking for it. Draco looked at Y/N the way Harry looked at Ginny, the way you look at someone you love but can’t have.
But there was no way. No way that Draco was in love with Y/N. Someone like Draco surely wasn’t capable of love.
When the class was over, Harry darted off after Draco, leaving Ron and Hermione behind. He followed behind Draco through the corridors, not bothering to be subtle.
Draco, aware he was being followed, led them to a secluded alcove, away from prying eyes.
“Why are you following me, Potter?” Draco hissed, his hatred for Harry had never been higher after he and Y/N had been getting closer.
The two boys stood with a good distance between them facing each other. The alcove was cold and damp, but at least here no one would see or hear them.
“I wanted to talk,” Harry said.
Draco gave Harry a look as if to say he doesn’t believe him.
“Does Y/N know you’re in love with her?” Harry asked.
Draco showed no emotion externally, but internally his stomach dropped. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I think you do.” Harry insisted. “I’ve seen the way you look at her. I couldn’t help but notice she doesn’t look at you the same way. Or, at all, actually.”
Rage flared up inside Draco, but he was determined to control his emotions, to prove he could be a good person. “You don’t know as much as you think you do, Potter. I suggest you keep your nose out of where it doesn’t belong.”
“Maybe I don’t know as much as I think I do, but I’ll tell you something I do know,” Harry challenged. “You’re not good for her. She’s trying to do the right thing, and you’re always going to be the bad guy. I suggest, if you really care about her, that you leave her alone. Or you will be the death of her.”
Harry walked away, leaving his words in the alcove with Draco.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: just invasion of privacy :)
For some reason, Y/N didn’t go to classes the next day. Draco, who was still angry at her, convinced himself he didn’t care. However, someone else had also noticed Y/N’s absence.
Harry Potter, and his two closest friends Weasley and Granger, looked at Y/N’s empty seat and whispered among themselves. Draco felt the anger flare up inside him.
Now, the secret he and Y/N had shared, was ruined by Potter. Potter always ruined everything for Draco, but he wouldn’t let Potter take Y/N from him.
“Think you know everything now, do you, Potter?” Draco sneered as Harry and his friends passed on their way out of class.
“Care to tell me what it is I don’t know, Malfoy?” Harry shot back.
Draco’s lip curled. “You wish.”
“Let me guess,” Ron piped up. “You’re a Death-Eater too? Wouldn’t take a genius to figure that one out.”
“Is that why you’ve figured it out, Weasley?” Draco fired off.
“So it’s true? You are one,” said Hermione.
Draco scowled at her. “None of your business, mudblood.”
Hermione, used to Draco’s horrible remarks, was not at all bothered. Instead, she found it somewhat amusing that he thought that word would still upset her as it had the first time she’d been called it.
“Where’s Y/N, Malfoy? We need to talk to her,” Harry said.
“In the dormitory I assume,” Draco replied nonchalantly. “If I see her, I’ll be sure to pass on the message.”
-
Y/N hadn’t been able to muster up the energy to get out of bed that morning. Following her argument with Draco, she spent the rest of the night crying and hadn’t fallen asleep until she was supposed to have gotten up for lessons.
She let herself have a few hours rest, promising to attend the afternoon’s classes. However, her sleep was fitful, interrupted by flashes of a nightmare. Not wanting to ruin her sleep schedule, she dragged herself out of bed after lunch.
She threw on her uniform and went to her lesson. Tired and distracted, she barely took any notes or understood a thing the professor was on about. Y/N could feel Draco’s eyes watching her from across the classroom, but she was too tired to care.
Instead of going to the Great Hall for dinner, Y/N headed straight to the Common room. Although her stomach was growling (she hadn’t eaten all day), she had no energy to do anything except crawl into bed.
“Y/N?” A voice whispered as someone gently shook her awake.
It was Pansy Parkinson, one of Draco’s friends. Y/N sat up and rubbed her eyes. It was dark outside now, and everyone seemed to be back from dinner. Y/N hadn’t even realised she had fallen asleep.
“Hm?”
“Are you okay?” Pansy asked. Y/N nodded. “Um, Draco’s asking for you. I said I’d see if you wanted to talk to him.”
Y/N didn’t want to talk to Draco, but Pansy had gone out of her way to ask. “Er, I’m quite tired.”
Pansy nodded. “Alright, I’ll tell him to bugger off then,” she winked.
Y/N chuckled. “Tell him I’ll talk to him later.”
“Will do.”
-
It had taken Draco less than a day to go from being mad at Y/N to feeling guilty for causing their argument. Y/N had come back and been perfectly nice to Draco, even offering to help him with the Cabinet and he had gone off on one.
Draco couldn’t handle Y/N not speaking to him. He hadn’t meant the horrible things he’d said the previous night. All he wanted to do was apologise and fix everything.
“Sorry, Draco,” Pansy said as she came down from the girls’ dorms. “She’s asleep, and I’m not waking her just so you can piss her off again.”
Draco sighed. “She doesn’t want to talk to me, does she?”
He flopped onto one of the Common room sofas, and Pansy sat beside him. “I don’t know what you did, but she seems really upset.”
“She has every right to be, I was awful, Pans.” Draco buried his face in his hands and let out a muffled: “She hates me.”
Pansy rubbed Draco’s shoulder reassuringly. “I’m sure that’s not true. Just give her some time, and when she’s ready to talk to you again, tell her how sorry you are.”
“Don’t tell the boys about this, please.” Draco had sat back up straight now.
“I don’t tell the boys anything, Draco.”
-
Y/N woke around midnight. She cursed herself for messing up her sleep schedule but decided to drag herself out of bed, still dressed in her now crumpled uniform.
She slunk down the dark hallways to the Room of Requirement. It wasn’t that she hoped to see Draco, necessarily, but that she needed a distraction.
In the Room, she decided to explore a bit. Heading in the opposite direction to the Cabinet, she wandered aimlessly around, fingers picking up dust from the things she touched.
She stumbled on an over-stuffed armchair. On it, rested a leather-bound book that wasn’t caked in dust. She picked up the book and looked on the back.
D.M
It was the journal that Draco had told her about. She wondered how it’s contents came to be known by Voldemort. She wanted to read it, to know what He knew.
Just a few pages, she told herself.
20th Sept
For the first time since I saw her this summer at the meeting, we spoke. I wanted so badly to hate her, to push her away. But I couldn’t. Up close, she’s even more beautiful than I had thought. Worse still, she’s kind. Too kind. I don’t deserve her kindness.
3rd Oct
Today I showed her what I’ve been up to in the Room of Requirement. I think I can trust her. She’s like me, she doesn’t want this. We have stuff in common, and it makes it harder for me not to feel this way about her.
21st Dec
We went to Hogsmeade together tonight. I stupidly kissed her. I’m not sure what came over me, usually, I have better self-control. Hopefully, she’ll be too drunk to remember and I won’t have made everything awkward.
14th Jan
I’m in the hospital wing. Hurts to write. Stupid fucking Potter. I haven’t seen her in a few days. I miss her. I need to talk to her.
I can’t do this anymore.
19th Jan
She saved my life. She held my hand and pulled me away from the edge of the tower. She’s offered to help me with my task from the Dark Lord. I suggested that when all this is over, we run away. She wasn’t sure. I had the perfect opportunity to tell her how I feel and I didn’t. I hate myself.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings: swearing, angst, mentions of death and su*cde, lots of shouting
Draco waited up in the Common room for Y/N to return. He pretended to be writing an essay so no one would speak to him. Time slowly crept by, it was getting later and later whilst Draco’s mood got continually worse.
Eventually, Y/N stepped into the Common room, expecting it to be empty. At first, she didn’t notice Draco, tucked away in a dark corner. Draco, of course, had noticed Y/N.
“Oh, hi Draco,” Y/N said when she spotted him. “It’s pretty late, you going to work on the Cabinet?”
Draco nodded but didn’t say anything.
“Need any help?” Y/N asked.
“No,” said Draco sharply. “Besides, I’m sure you’d rather spend your time with Potter.”
Y/N scoffed. “What are you on about?”
“I saw you sneak off with him at dinner,” Draco stood up from his chair and started towards Y/N. “That was a few hours ago.”
Y/N, who could feel the anger radiating off Draco, didn’t back away. “I told you last night, Draco, I’m helping Harry. I told him everything.”
“You what?” Draco was about to explode.
Y/N rolled her eyes, testing Draco’s self-control. “I didn’t mention you, okay? I lied and told Harry it was me who was given the task of killing Dumbledore. I didn’t mention you.”
Draco was seething. “How’s Potter supposed to trust you when you’re lying to him?” He spat.
“I thought you’d be glad I didn’t mention you.” Y/N admitted.
“What would’ve been better is if you hadn’t told him anything at all.”
“I said I was gonna help him, how can I do that if I don’t tell him what I know?” Y/N asked.
Draco ignored her question. “I don’t need your help any more. I can’t trust you. Just forget about everything that’s happened between us.”
“Whatever, Draco. We’ll talk about this tomorrow when you’ve calmed down. I’m going to bed.”
Y/N had had enough of Draco’s foul mood, deciding it would be better to leave him be until he was over his initial anger. She turned away from him and began to walk away.
“Don’t walk away from me, Y/N!” Draco raised his voice. “We’re not done here!”
Y/N whirled back around, losing her temper too. “I’m not talking to you when you’re like this. And keep your voice down,” she hissed. “I am trying to help you! That’s all I’ve been doing, and you just - God, you just won’t let me. Every time I feel like I’m finally getting somewhere with you, you lose your temper, and it’s back to square one.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re looking out for me!” Draco shouted. “You’re only looking out for yourself.”
This pissed Y/N off. “Who saved your fucking life, huh? Twice! And I did that for me, did I? Alright, Draco, you’re right. You think you know fucking everything.”
“You did that because if I die, you know the Dark Lord will kill you too!” Draco yelled.
“Not everyone’s as selfish as you are. I saved your life because I fucking care about you, for fuck sake! Not that you’d know what that means.”
Y/N wondered how they had gotten here. Last night, she felt like they had made real progress. Draco had let Y/N see a new side of him, and Y/N had opened up to Draco. But today, it was as though the previous night had never happened
“You don’t think I care about you?” Draco asked incredulously. “I think about you all the fucking time! I was the one who suggested we run away together, but you weren’t interested!”
“I don’t want to run, Draco. We’ll be running forever!” Y/N cried. “I want him gone. I want him dead, my dad too. That’s what I’m fighting for, our freedom! You’re just blindly doing as you’ve been told because you’re too afraid to fight back!”
“If I fight back, I’ll die.”
“You think I won’t?” Y/N asked. “You think my dad won’t hesitate to kill me the second he finds out I’ve betrayed the Dark Lord? The difference is, I’d rather die than live like this.”
“So I was just standing on the edge of the Astronomy tower for fun? For the view? I don’t want to live like this either, but I do for you!”
Draco’s words hung in the space between them, both of them breathing heavily. Y/N hadn’t meant to get so angry. She hated herself for losing her temper, so much like her father. Hot-headed and impulsive. She wondered if she got her compassion from her mother.
“I’m going to bed.” Y/N’s voice was small, quiet. “Good night, Draco.”
Draco watched as Y/N disappeared up the stairs to the girl’s dormitory. He stood there alone for a while until he headed to the Room of Requirement.
-
“Tell me you’re joking,” Ron said, bewildered.
Harry shook his head. “She showed me her Dark Mark.”
“Seriously, Ronald, why on Earth would she lie about something like that?” Hermione chided.
Harry had relayed all of what Y/N had told him to his closest friends. They, of course, were just as shocked as he was.
“Shouldn’t we tell Dumbledore?” Ron asked.
The trio all exchanged looks. “If it’s true, and Snape really is on our side, Dumbledore may already know.” Hermione reasoned.
“Question is, do we let Y/N in on Order information? Do you think we can trust her?” Harry suggested.
Ron chimed in: “We should talk to Sirius, see what he says.”
“If she’s telling the truth, she took a big risk. We should at least protect her secret, even if we don’t let her into the Order,” said Hermione.
The two boys nodded in agreement.
The next morning, they headed to the Owlery, with a note scribbled to Sirius ready to be delivered. In this note, there was a date and time for a fire meeting. The trio agreed to pass on the information but withhold where it came from to protect Y/N.
Perhaps with Y/N’s help, they could defeat Voldemort once and for all.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warnings:TRIGGER WARNING!! alludes to non-consensual sex (i know that’s not what its called but i’m calling it that to avoid using the r word), selling for ‘sex’, only briefly mentioned and in very little detail but it is referred to, be careful pls
It didn’t take Y/N long to compose herself. Draco, however, was reluctant to let go of her. Begrudgingly, he released her as she dried her face on the sleeve of her sweater.
“Sorry,” she mumbled.
Draco shook his head. “Don’t be.”
“What else do I not know?” She asked, her eyes desperately searching Draco’s for answers.
“There’s something, something I haven’t been told. I overheard it this summer. I should’ve told you by now…”
This is what had been eating at Draco’s mind ever since the two had become close.
“It’s okay that you didn’t tell me, just tell me now.” Y/N reassured.
“Your father was visiting. He and my father were in the office. They didn’t know I could hear them. They were talking about you and me. They made a deal.”
Y/N wasn’t sure where this was going. “What deal?”
“Marriage.”
Y/N was stunned into silence. Of course, the Malfoy’s were a very prestigious pure-blood family, as was Y/N’s family. It would make sense that they would want to keep the bloodlines pure. But arranged marriage? They were only seventeen.
“What’s the deal?” Y/N asked.
“When we’re both 18, we’re to be married,” Draco admitted. “It’s why I was so awful to you at first. I wanted to hate you. But…”
“Just…hang on,” Y/N interrupted. “I need a minute.”
Draco nodded and stepped away from Y/N, giving her silence and space to think. He knew it was a lot to take in, and so far she was taking it very well. If he were in her position, he’d have a much different reaction.
Y/N paced back and forth slowly, mulling over the information in her head. “Okay, my turn.” She stood facing away from Draco as if she couldn’t bear to face him. “This summer, after my father tortured me into becoming a Death-Eater, he decided to punish me even more.”
“Punish you for what?” Draco asked.
“For what my mother did.”
“But that makes no-”
“I know it makes no sense,” Y/N interrupted. “Just bear with me. My father’s friends, other Death-Eaters, would come over and they would pay him. Then he’d lock me in a room with them.”
Draco felt sick. He couldn’t bear to say anything, in case he lost his temper.
“One day, it was your father.”
“Did he..?” Draco began to ask, stopping himself when he realised he didn’t really want to know the answer.
“No,” Y/N explained. “Instead, he examined me. I didn’t understand at the time, but I do now, I guess.”
The two of them stood there, Y/N still facing away from Draco. Moving towards her, he gently reaching out to caress her arm. He made sure to keep his movements soft and kind.
“I won’t let anyone hurt you like that again.” He whispered.
Y/N took ahold of his hand, brought it to her mouth and kissed the back of it lightly. “I know.”
She turned around slowly, tilting her head back as she pushed up on her toes to kiss him. Just a delicate, gentle kiss.
“What have you done to me, Y/N?” Draco’s deep voice whispered, his breath hot on Y/N’s lips.
Y/N pulled away from Draco, looking into his eyes. “I mean what I said. I’m going to help Harry, and I’m asking you to join me.”
Draco shook his head. “We can’t, love. It’s too risky. I don’t want you to put yourself in danger.”
“We’re already in so much danger Draco, what’s a little more? I want to fight for the right thing.”
“I know you do,” Draco said, stroking her cheek. “I can’t stop you. But, Y/N, I’m not like you. They won’t accept me. You’re good and I’m bad.”
Y/N was disappointed, even borderline irritated. “We already talked about this! You are not bad.”
“But I’m not good though, am I?”
“You are, but I’m the only one you let see that. This is your chance to show everyone else.” Y/N was desperate at this point.
“Baby, I can’t,” Draco said, eyes widening when he realised what he said.
Baby. The word replayed in Y/N’s head a couple of times. He was trying to be nice and stay calm, but she was pushing her luck now. She got the message; it was a ‘no’, and nothing she could say would change that.
“Alright,” Y/N sighed. She hated giving up.
-
“Harry.” Y/N cleared her throat as she approached Harry Potter, standing in a corridor with Ron and Hermione. “Could I…talk to you? It’s important.”
Harry exchanged a glance with his friends. “Uh, sure.” He replied, clearly confused as to why Y/N, a Slytherin who had never spoken to him before, suddenly wanted to tell him something important.
“Not now.” Y/N explained. “Tonight, when everyone is in the Great Hall. Meet me outside the Hall and we’ll walk.”
Harry nodded. “Yeah, okay.”
-
Draco was sat in his usual spot in the Great Hall, doing his usual routine of looking for Y/N. She wasn’t at the table yet, which meant he got to watch her walk across the hall and take a seat. He could barely take his eyes off the entrance to the Great Hall. He didn’t want to miss her but he also didn’t want to be too obvious.
When his eyes briefly flitted to the entrance and there she was. Lingering in the entryway, peering into the Hall and scanning the sea of students. She was looking for someone, but it wasn’t Draco. His stomach tightened.
After a minute or two, Y/N was joined by Harry Potter. The two were talking. Draco had never seen them speak before, seeing Y/N talk to the boy he hates made him so angry. At least, he thought, it would be over when they came into the Hall and went to separate tables.
Much to Draco’s dismay, the two never came into the Hall. Instead, they walked away, out of sight, and Draco didn’t see them for the rest of the feast. He had lost his appetite.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1.1k
Warnings: swearing, angst, teensy bit of fluff if u squint
“I suggest the two of you head straight to bed.” Snape drawled when the trio arrived back at Hogwarts. “Don’t get caught.”
“But sir-” Y/N called out in a hushed voice, but Snape had already whirled around and began to walk away.
Her mind was reeling trying to process what had just happened. She looked at Draco. “What the fuck was that?”
Draco couldn’t meet Y/N’s eyes. “I-I er…How did you lie?”
“Whatever Snape gave Voldemort, it wasn’t Veritaserum.”
This piqued Draco’s interest. “Then why would you tell him about running away?”
“He already knew, Draco! If I lied, He’d have known. That would be me dead, you dead and Snape dead. I wasn’t going to let that happen.”
Draco didn’t say anything. Y/N rubbed her stinging cheek. She was sure it would bruise tomorrow if she didn’t put some Dittany on it. And she should put some on her shoulders too.
“How did He know? About running away?” Y/N asked the question that had been eating her up since the revelation. “Did you tell someone?”
“I-I have a journal. It’s been missing for a few days now. I thought I left it in the Room of Requirement, but…”
Y/N took a deep breath to calm herself. She told herself it wasn’t Draco’s fault. “Okay, alright.”
“I’m sorry, Y/N-”
“No, it’s okay.” Y/N interrupted. “It’s done now. We made it out alive. But please, be more careful. I’ll see you tomorrow, I’m going to bed.”
“Y/N-” Draco called out.
“Midnight in the Room of Requirement. You’re telling me everything. No more secrets.” And with that, Y/N headed to bed, leaving Draco alone in the dark corridor.
-
All day, Draco had tried to get Y/N’s attention, to catch her eye. And all day, Y/N had ignored him. In class, she looked only at the professor and her notes. In the Great Hall, she practically sat at the opposite end of the table to Draco. In between classes, Draco would try to catch up with Y/N, but she was too nimble.
He knew he had to come clean tonight. About everything. His task, his parents, his feelings. He had planned to do it the night before, but everything that could possibly have gone wrong went wrong. He kicked himself for not telling her everything sooner.
If Y/N hadn’t come up with her quick lie, they’d both be dead. She had saved his life again. And not to mention there was the situation with Snape, lying to the Dark Lord and giving him a decoy Veritaserum. Whose side was Snape on?
Much like usual when you dread something, midnight came around quickly. So quickly, Draco realised he hadn’t even planned out what he was going to say. And at this rate, he wasn’t even sure if Y/N would turn up. Nevertheless, on his way to the Room, he went over in his head just how he would tell her everything.
“Over here.” Draco heard when he’d entered the Room.
Y/N was standing between a broken old desk and a pile of discarded chairs, some with legs missing, others missing their backs. She was wearing her uniform still.
“Hey,” Draco said, not sure what else to say. “I wasn’t sure if you would actually be here.”
“I’m here,” she said softly. “I need to know everything, Draco. I can’t have any more secrets between us.”
Draco nodded. “I know. I’ll tell you anything. Just ask.”
Y/N hopped up on top of the old desk. Draco stood opposite her in front of the stacked chairs. She seemed to be thinking about what to ask first, and Draco couldn’t blame her. There was a lot she didn’t know.
“What’s your task from Voldemort?” She asked after a few moments of silence.
“He wants me to…to kill someone.”
“Who, Draco? You can tell me anything, you can trust me.”
He couldn’t avoid it anymore, Y/N had to know the truth. She deserved it after all the had done for him.
“Dumbledore.”
Y/N was silent for a minute. The seconds dragged on as if for eternity. Draco could hear the sound of his heart pounding in his chest over the silence.
“So, that’s…” Y/N thought aloud. “That’s why the necklace…and the poison…”
Draco nodded, ashamed of his actions.
“Oh, Draco.” Y/N spoke in a whisper. “You really are in deep.”
“I don’t want your sympathy!” Draco burst out, temporarily losing control of his emotions.
Y/N, however, did not look fazed. “Don’t give me that, Draco, we’re past all that shit. I pulled you back from the edge of a tower and held you while you cried.”
Draco didn’t want to admit that Y/N was right, so he stayed quiet. He hadn’t meant to get angry, sometimes he just can’t control it.
“I’ve been thinking,” Y/N said. “About Snape.”
“What about him?” Draco asked.
“If you’d let me finish.” Y/N shot Draco a look. “I’m not sure what side he’s on, but if he were truly loyal to Voldemort, he wouldn’t have helped us. What if he’s a double agent?”
Draco looked confused. “Double agent for who?”
“The Order.” Y/N explained, which told Draco nothing. “Of the Phoenix. Dumbledore’s version of the Death-Eaters, except no one’s there against their will.”
“Where do I sign up?” Draco joked.
“I know you’re just joking, but I’m not. We can help Harry defeat Voldemort. They won’t send us to Azkaban because we helped them win. We’ll be free.”
Draco could hardly believe what he was hearing. “Who’s proposing crazy ideas now, huh?”
“I’ve already decided, Draco. I’m doing it. And I think you should too.”
“Why?”
Y/N scooted off the desk and stood up. “Because I care about you and want to-”
“But why?” Draco demanded, losing control again. “Why on Earth do you care about me? I’m a fucking terrible person! I’ve just told you that I’ve been ordered to assassinate the fucking headmaster and you still refuse to see how bad I am.”
“You aren’t bad!” Y/N shouted back. She hadn’t meant to raise her voice but she couldn’t help it. “You do what you have to do to survive, Draco. Just like me! If you’re bad then so am I.”
Y/N wasn’t sure why her voice had cracked, but when tears blurred her vision, she realised. Quickly, she turned away from Draco. She couldn’t let him see her cry.
“Hey,” Draco whispered. “You’re not bad, okay? Don’t ever think that. I’m sorry that I yelled at you, I shouldn’t have done that. Come here.”
He took Y/N is his arms, holding her close to his chest. He could feel her warmth and the shaking of her shoulders as she cried. He tucked her head under his chin, stroking her hair gently.
Summary: Like Draco, Y/N is forced to become a young Death-Eater and the Dark Lord gives her a job to do. Sixth year, slow burn, kinda enemies to lovers.
Word count: 1k
Warning: use of force and non-consensual things (not of a sexual nature)
Midnight.
Y/N slipped out of bed, dressed still in her school uniform, and crept out of her dormitory. Padding down the dark corridor, she remembered the way to the Room of Requirement from her Common Room.
She waited outside the Room of Requirement where they had agreed to meet. Draco wasn’t here yet, so Y/N assumed she was early. Minutes passed, but he still didn’t show. If only she had a watch.
“Y/L/N.” Snape’s voice broke the silence.
Y/N jumped. Snape had seemed to come out of nowhere, scaring her. Oh shit, she thought, I’m in trouble now.
“I believe you are waiting for Mr Malfoy, no?” Y/N nodded. “He’s already gone.”
“Gone?” Y/N repeated, her voice urgent. “Gone where?”
“Malfoy Manor. We’ve been summoned for a meeting.” Snape explained. “Come with me.”
-
Y/N and Snape arrived at the Manor. When they entered the drawing-room, it already had occupants. Draco, like Snape had said, Draco’s mother and father, Bellatrix Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, Y/N’s father and of course, Voldemort himself.
“Ah, Y/N.” Voldemort greeted. “Thank you for joining us. Take a seat.”
It wasn’t an offer, it was an order. Y/N’s heart pounded as she took a seat in a chair pressed up against the wall. On either side of her stood her father and Greyback, as though on guard.
Across the room stood Draco, beside his parents. He looked equally as terrified as Y/N, but only for a split second, after which he looked ahead stoically, avoiding Y/N’s gaze.
“Thank you all for coming tonight,” Voldemort said. No one dared to say anything. “We’re all here to check on young Draco and Y/N. To make sure they are getting on with their respective tasks.”
Voldemort moved towards Draco. Y/N saw Draco’s mother squeeze his hand in reassurance. Draco bowed his head in respect to the Dark Lord.
“Draco,” Voldemort leered. “How have you been finding your task?”
Draco kept his eyes averted, staring at the floor instead. “Challenging, my Lord. I’ve been working to repair a Vanishing Cabinet in the Room of Requirement. It’s difficult, but every day I make progress.”
“And how does this Cabinet help with your task?”
Draco swallowed. “It has a sister, at Borgin and Burkes. It means, once I’ve fixed it, you can enter Hogwarts without apparating.”
Bellatrix gasped and laughed menacingly. Draco’s father, Lucius, looked proud of his son for once. Voldemort looked pleased. He nodded, moving away from Draco.
“Y/N,” said the Dark Lord, turning to look at her. “I trust he is telling the truth.”
Y/N nodded. Then her father jabbed her with his elbow, prompting her to speak up. “Yes, my Lord.” She replied.
“Tell me, Y/N, does Draco know of your task?”
Y/N’s shoulders tensed. Something wasn’t quite right. “Yes.” She admitted, knowing the consequences if she lied.
“And, do you know of Draco’s?”
“No, my Lord.”
This answer did not seem to please the Dark Lord. He thought she was lying. A looked to Fenrir Greyback.
A large pair of hands grabbed Y/N’s shoulders, pulling her up. She flinched at the shock and the dull pain from Greyback’s claws grazing her skin. Y/N willed herself to not show her fear or look to Draco for help. He wouldn’t help her here.
“Severus,” Voldemort commanded. “The Veritiserum.”
Snape pulled a vial of Veritaserum out of his robes, placing it in Voldemort’s outstretched hand. Y/N’s father took the vial, unstoppered it and forced the liquid down Y/N’s throat while Greyback restrained her.
Y/N’s heart pounded and she could barely keep her breathing under control. She had known something wasn’t right, but she didn’t know what.
“I hope you don’t mind, Y/N,” Voldemort sneered. “I just want to ask you a few questions.”
Y/N knew she couldn’t lie, so she kept her mouth shut. She had no choice but to answer the questions.
“Would you say you and Draco are friends?” Voldemort asked.
The less Y/N said, the better. “Yes, my Lord.”
“Perhaps more than friends?” Voldemort persisted.
“Getting involved in teenager’s love lives, are we?”
Y/N was struck across the face. The sound of her slap echoed through the drawing-room. She’d been hit enough times to know exactly who hit her. The only person whose ever hit her was her father.
“Don’t you dare talk back to the Dark Lord!” Her father bellowed.
Y/N’s cheek stung, filling her eyes with tears that she fought to keep down.
“Volkan,” Voldemort warned. “I’ll make this quick, shall I? Have you and Draco talked about running away together?”
At the mention of his name, Draco looked up from the floor for the first time since Y/N had arrived. Y/N had no idea how Voldemort knew this. But Draco did.
“Yes,” Y/N said.
“Is that so?” asked Voldemort.
Lucius glowered at Y/N. It was clear to him that she was tainting his precious son. Y/N ignored his glare.
“We talked about running away from Hogwarts. To join you permanently, my Lord.” Y/N blurted. “We are afraid that after we have completed the task, we will no longer be of use to you and therefore left behind.”
Voldemort stepped towards Y/N. “My dear Y/N, we would never leave you behind. Did we not welcome you with open arms when you joined us this summer?”
“Of course, my Lord. But we worry that. because we’re just children, we aren’t of as much use to you as others.”
“I can assure you, that is not the case. But you will not be running from Hogwarts. That is the only place where you are more powerful than I.”
Snape stepped forward. “My Lord, if you are finished, may I return to Hogwarts with Malfoy and Y/L/N before someone notices they are missing?”
The Dark Lord signalled to Greyback to release Y/N. “Very well, Severus. Draco, keep us updated on your progress with the Cabinet.”
With her face throbbing and her shoulders aching, Y/N obediently bowed before the Dark Lord and followed behind Snape who was leading the way back to Hogwarts.
summary ✰ it’s the night of the slytherin bash, and, intoxicated, you almost blurt out all your relationship troubles to pansy and the boys of slytherin.
content ✰ alcohol,weed, rip. mill’s hairbrush, a big party, drunk/high people and reader, mentions of sex, mild(but just as serious) sexual assault, boyfriend being pushy, arguments, gaslighting,guilt-tripping, pansy lowkey admiring the reader and vice versa, pansy taking off your makeup for you.
a/n ✰ yes we’re having a lil party moment right on shedyool <3i think i made draco too hot in this like have i forgotten this is a pansy fic ?? and i’ve been listening to the playlist on repeat for some inspiration but now all the songs are stuck in my head yikes… anyway, happy reading :))
letting out a short yell, you bolt out the way of millicent bulstrode being chased by her own hairbrush in your dorm room, falling backwards onto your bed, then leaning up on your forearms to watch in amusement as she squeals.
“stop it, stop it!”
pansy crosses her arms, leaning in the doorway for a moment before speaking calmly despite the urgent situation, “mill, i already told you not to try any beautification spells for tonight. they take a certain finesse that you clearly…” she eyes the hairbrush, which has somehow grown teeth, “lack.”
daphne fervently attempts to throw millicent’s wand to her, having lost her own somewhere in the room, ducking whenever the hairbrush swings too low by her head and yelling encouragement to her as she wails.
“it’s gonna bloody eat me!”
you glance over to pansy, your lips quirked but still fighting the brighter grin that tries to force its way upon your mouth, one brow raised. she looks back with a smirk, raising her brows lazily, then pulls out her wand at last.
sure, you have yours, but come on! this is quality entertainment.
muttering a spell under her breath, the hairbrush rises, letting out a sharp, plasticky sound, teeth gnashing at the unknown force which has suddenly halted its rampage. then, thin, dark cracks begin to show upon its surface as it travels higher and higher into the air, finally letting out one last high-pitched sound before exploding into hot pink shards of plastic onto the wooden floor of the room.
millicent makes a lacklustre attempt of trying to catch certain pieces that are still falling, whining about how it was her favourite hairbrush. daphne drops the wand and falls back onto her duvet, exasperated, and you watch ahead in shock.
“blimey, pansy, couldn’t you have just done ‘finite’?” you ask, eyes wide.
“’s not nearly as much fun,” she grins, bounding over to the large, dark oak wardrobe in the corner of the room, “now, ladies. what are we going to wear for the slytherin bash?”
“i bagsy y/n’s black dress!” daphne pipes up, bouncing to sit cross-legged on her bed.
“no, you bloody well don’t!”
you look in the mirror of the vanity, tucking back a few strands of hair out of your face and looking down at your silky emerald dress, the neckline dipping a little at your chest, the straps thin.
“whatever, i actually might look better in the green, anyway.”
slinking out from the bathroom, daphne fixes the button on the back of the dress she’s wearing, the black fabric clinging to her skin, “you definitely do.”
“you’re just saying that to keep my dress, aren’t you?”
“maybe so. but you’re still very pretty.” she pecks your cheek and sits on her bed, fixing her curled hair in a compact mirror and swaying slightly to the thumping music already playing downstairs.
pansy pulls at her dress, leaning onto the vanity and applying a thin coat of red lipstick over her lips, looking at you through the glass “she’s not wrong. you look nice.”
you swallow, blinking at your reflection. you’ve brushed your brows, applied some blush, and a little smokey eyeliner, but nothing much. you don’t mind letting your skin breathe a little, anyway.
“thanks, pansy.” you eye her loose, sparkling, red dress, neckline dipping so low on her chest that you feel the sudden need to look away, instead focusing on her light-green eyes which never actually ceased intensely tracking the movements of your iris. “so do you.”
“right. thank you.”
millicent finishes tying her hair up, avoiding using any muggle products and therefore resorting to something simple, clipping it back with a claw accessory, “okay,” she starts, and you and pansy quickly look away from each other, “so, are we going or not? can’t be too late, they’re still missing the life of the party!”
“mill, you pass out after three hours during almost every single party.” daphne blinks.
“what’s that saying, here for a good time but not a long time?” pansy snickers, zipping up her black boots.
millicent rolls her eyes playfully, crossing her arms. “shut your gobs, the two of you! now let’s go!”
locking the door quickly on your way out so you won’t have to deal with any arseholes doing it in your bed like last time (well, at least they were having a whale of a time), you bid goodbye to your dormmates who all part ways, immediately grabbing a bottle of firewhiskey from a large table in the corner, looking over at the youthful atmosphere suddenly claiming such a place as the slytherin common room.
pouring yourself a shot, although you’re awful at doing those, you hold your nose (as if that’s going to help) and gulp down the alcohol, finishing by setting the little glass down and placing your hands on the table full of drinks in front of you, hair falling down into your face.
feeling a hand on your waist, you tense and stand up straight, not relaxing much when your boyfriend kisses your cheek and whispers a ’hello’ into your ear.
“ben!” you exclaim, turning around and smiling at him, though not genuinely, “i didn’t know you were coming.”
“some guys in the year above invited me, unlike my own girlfriend.” he teases, gripping you by the waist and pulling you closer, and your nose scrunches at the sharp stench of beer on his breath. putting two and two together, considering how he’s slurring his words, you realise he’s already tipsy.
“right, sorry!” you genuinely are, though if he hadn’t showed up, you wouldn’t mind much, “i didn’t really find out until the lesson before my free hour, and, well, you wanted us to go to your room, so —”
“oh, yeah. how could i forget?” he leans in, almost stumbling over his own two feet as he gets even closer to you, pulling you to him by your waist and kissing your neck, making you push your head down a little. the party having only just started, people are still piling in and the lights aren’t turned off just yet.
you push him by the chest, gently, “it’s still early, benny. not now.”
ignoring your wishes, he nibbles at your neck, and you bring your shoulder up in discomfort, “but don’t you want a repeat?” no, you really don’t.
“ben, just, back off, please.” you push a little more firmly now, shaking him off, and going to grab the bottle again to pour yourself another shot of firewhiskey as an excuse to not stay so close to him. but clearly that tactic isn’t great, because he pushes up from behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly.
“come on, this party’ll be lame anyway. your room’s empty, right?” you freeze as his lips meet your throat once more, swallowing before finding it in yourself to stretch your shoulders back, and push his arms from your waist, quickly pouring the shot and keeping it in your hand, just in case you need to spill it on him as a distraction.
if he’s gonna be pushy, he could at least be decent in bed.
well, at least, that’s your cynical view on it.
“ben. no. my — my friends are here, and i… i don’t want to leave them all alone.” you fiddle with the shot glass in your hand, brows furrowed, and he exhales loudly before shrugging his shoulders.
“if you don’t want me then you could’ve just said so.”
your eyes widen, “no, i didn’t mean it like that, just that… just not tonight.”
“well, it kinda seems like you’re not interested. but whatever, y/n, it’s fine.” as you try to reach out to him, he walks over to his friends, and you lean against the table, gulping down the firewhiskey and wincing at the burn in your throat.
shit.
“come on, y/n! they’re dimming the lights now, i wanna dance!” daphne bounds over to you, dragging you by the arm before you can protest.
and you oblige.
two hours in, you’re tipsy, worn-out from all the dancing, yet still going back between the many students for more adrenaline. grinning as a song you love comes on, you regroup your dormmates in the crowd, grabbing them by their hands and all winding your hips to the beat, millicent giggling and falling over her feet, daphne tearing away from her boyfriend to join with a smile on her face. pansy isn’t very giggly when drinking, you’ve noticed. in close settings, sure, but in big parties like this, everyone so close, air hot, green lights strobing across the common room… she just dances. raising her hands above her head, swaying her hips, twirling her friends around by their fingers — it’s almost sensual. well, to anyone else. not to you.
pansy eyes you as you spin — the exhilarated grin on your face from being able to shrug off everything burdening you, everything weighing atop your shoulders. and she realises that she likes the shine of the strobing lights against your skin, your nose and cheeks gleaming, eyes a little bloodshot and chest glistening from all the alcohol in your system, and all the dancing. and when you and pansy finally get off the dancefloor to join the slytherin boys on the sofas, she likes the way your eyes tear up a little after taking a long drag from the joint that’s being passed around.
“this isn’t laced with anything, right?” you clear your throat to speak over the music, passing it back to theo, head dizzy. you watch the lights entangle themselves between little clouds of smoke, and wonder which cloud is yours.
“what do you think i am, a drug lord? no, it is not laced with anything.” he rolls his eyes, leaning back on the sofa.
blaise elbows him, looking at you and pansy who are both sitting next to each other, “don’t mind him — you know he gets bitchy when he smokes.”
“do not.” theo huffs.
“yes, you do.” draco deadpans, snatching the joint from his hands and inhaling the smoke, blowing it upwards from his bottom lip.
you chuckle, stretching to settle comfortably into the sofa and tapping pansy’s bare thigh subconsciously, to which she tenses, “i feel like nott’s always a bitch, regardless.”
“not wrong there.” theo winks at you, rubbing at his eyes. your head feels like it’s spinning, and you giggle again, leading blaise to do the same.
“what’s so funny, y/l/n?” pansy raises her brows nonchalantly, crossing her legs and studying you at her right. she’s taken the joint between her plump lips now, inhaling deeply for a second, then blowing it up into the air.
“think it’s the weed.” you giggle once more, eyelids heavy, leaning your head onto her shoulder — you two are much more friendly when a little bit intoxicated and high. more so you, than her.
draco leans back into the armchair he’s sitting in, looking over to the corner of the room and spotting your ravenclaw boyfriend drinking with his friends in the corner. and, being significantly less of an arsehole with something in his system, draco decided to be polite.
“how’s the boyfriend, y/n?” you chuckle at this, smiling softly and lifting your head up from pansy’s shoulder.
“myboyfriend is an absolute, grade O, cockhead.”
the whole group is still for a short moment, exchanging varying levels of shock and amusement, before turning back to you. draco speaks again, “is that so?”
“mhmm.” you nod lazily, as if your head is too heavy to hold up, pointing over at him from the other side of the room, “ben sucks. he’s awful. if i could, i would — well, i mean, i could, but if i really could, i’d —”
“right, i think that’s enough of that for tonight.” pansy takes the joint from between your index and middle finger, interrupting you and attempting to change the subject considering your tipsy and high state. she’s been through enough non-sober confessions in her lifetime to know best.
“no, i mean it. and it would be worth it if he would actually fuck m—”
“i said, enough.” pansy presses, trying to save you any embarrassment. being good enough friends with the slytherin boys of your year since you all first arrived, you know there’ll be no judgement or rumours spread around. but, still. better not to air out all of your dirty laundry, or whatever the americans say. well, that’s what ’sober you’ would say. and right now, you’re completely ready to confess how shitty your boyfriend is, to reveal the dialogue that usually only stays in your head.
“come on, pansy, the people wanna know.” blaise raises his finger to her, grinning. the boy loved drama; he wasn’t a sharer, but certainly a listener.
“i, the people, do not care.” draco raises his finger as well, slouched in his seat.
“and i, the people, say you’re not gonna let y/n humiliate herself. if she really wants to say this, she’ll do it when she’s sober.” pansy frowns, standing up and gripping your arm, passing the joint over to theo who was watching the scene casually.
“usually you love this stuff!” theo raises his arms lazily for emphasis.
“well, she’s my friend.” pansy gives him a blink stare.
”blah, blah, blah, parkinson.“ you slur you words a little, and she scowls, ”i’m ready to say it. ben rowen is shite in and out of the be—“
she muffles your voice with her hand, forcing you to get up and follow her to the dormitory calmly, as you attempt to yell through her fingers, instead practically humming. it’s not a messy, nor embarrassing scene – you’re at least sober enough to know better, and no one’s paying attention anyway, not with the beat of the music thrumming through the room, vibrating the floor beneath your feet. but you’re not sober enough to control your urge to break down and admit that you desperately want to break up with your boyfriend, even though you think you still love (the old, fake) him, even though you’re scared to break his heart.
seeing the scene from across the common room, ben strides over with a purpose, and the boys on the sofa snort at his actions. ”what happened?“ he tears pansy’s hand from your mouth (thankfully, you’re not wearing lipstick), to which she scrunches up her nose, clenching her jaw and glancing to the side impatiently.
”yourgirlfriend had a little too much to drink and smoke. she’s going to bed.“
”she can just stay with me.“ he seems over his annoyance from before. shame his annoying personality continues to linger, you think.
pansy eyes him up and down rapidly, grip still firm on your arm. there’s something about your boyfriend, especially considering your change in behaviour around him, that pisses her off. you’re looking between the two of them with wide eyes, considerably amused. ”no.“
”what do you mean,no?“ you notice now that he’s much, much drunker than before. the boys are still watching, leaning forward to hear over the music. well, theo and blaise are – draco gives the ’altercation’ a glance before setting his focus on the almost-finished joint between his fingers.
”i thought ravenclaws were meant to have an IQ of at least more than ten — no, means, i will not let her stay with you, she’s going to sleep it off.“ you look over to the sofas and give a look the boys, half-grimacing, half-grinning.
”listen, i’m the boyfriend here —“
”are you? because i don’t recall you ever being present the entire party.“
”what the fuck is that supposed to mean, i was just over —“
”with her, i mean. why don’t you go drown yourself in some more of that beer you obviously like so much,“ ’ouch’, blaise mouths, ”and i’ll take care of your girlfriend, who… y/n?“ you stop making frantic pointing gestures to the boys to ‘translate’ what they were saying since the boys couldn’t lip read, turning your attention to the people in front of you.
”yup?“ you shrug, tilting your head up at her, being just an inch or two shorter.
pansy closes her eyes, sighing, then shakes her head, feeling a little wobbly herself, ”nevermind. let’s get you to bed, huh?“ she shoots daggers at ben, whose nostrils flare as you’re guided to the girls dormitory. he goes after you two again, but is quickly halted when draco’s voice raises over the music.
”perhaps you should let them leave, rowen. just head elsewhere — don’t be an arse.“
ben sighs in exasperation, making his way to the group, but draco sticks his leg out through the gap between the armchair and the sofa on which you were just sitting, making your boyfriend stumble back.
”that wasn’t an invitation.“ draco deadpans, although the corner of his lip quirks up as he takes a sip of firewhisky and raises his brows.
instead of casting a quick makeup removal spell, pansy opts to lean you against the bathroom sink at a safe distance, using a cotton pad and cleaning off your eyeliner and any sweat or blush left on your skin. you know, just in case the spell doesn’t go well, and you end up being eaten by a magic cotton pad.
you close your eyes, gripping the cold sink behind you loosely as pansy wipes warm water over your skin.
”done.“ she nods, expressionless, as your eyes flutter open, easily casting ’incendio’ on the cotton and not bothering to watch as it crumbles into ash on the floor. she certainly has a flair for the dramatics, and you can’t help but think she’s picked it up from draco malfoy.
you look into the mirror to smooth down your hair, eyes bloodshot, lips swollen from the firewhiskey (and a little from when pansy pressed her palm into them). she tosses pyjamas at you, and you wobble a bit when they hit your side.
”change.“
”okay, sergeant.“ you snort as she shuts the door, clumsily picking up the shorts and sweater she’d thrown.
shrugging off your dress, you call out from inside the bathroom. ”why did you get mad at ben?“
for a beat, there was silence, until she called back. ”because he was being a 'cockhead’.“ pansy mocked.
”and why did you make me leave?“ you pull up your pyjama shorts, squinting down and trying to tie a little bow at the front, rather unsuccessfully, ”i was having fun.“
”well, you were gonna embarrass yourself, y/n. i only helped you out.“
after slipping on your large sweater, you peek your head out the door, seeing her tie her raven hair back into a tiny ponytail, most strands falling out due to the length of it (or lack thereof). she’d done a makeup removal spell on herself.
”you’re going to bed, too?“ you murmur, furrowing your brows.
”yeah, tired.“ she lies, sorting out her bed covers.
you bite the inside of your cheek before deciding to ‘confront’ her, “and, pansy?” her movements still, “i didn’t need help. they’re my friends, and i wanted to tell them —”
she turns around, cutting you off with a challenging look that makes you step fully into the doorway, “tell them what?”
you swallow. nevermind. maybe she was right to drag you out of the party. maybe she was right to have cut you off, instead of letting you indulge into your history and your barely-there sex life.
feeling like you’re being frowned upon by authority, you duck your head sheepishly and clamber into bed, glancing over to millicent who has seemingly collapsed onto her bed and blacked out.
“is… everything okay with you and — you and ben, though?”
“yeah. i don’t know what i was saying. he just pissed me off earlier and i started… talking shit.” you lie through your teeth.
“right.” she flicks off the lights with her wand, back turned to you as she sits on her bed, pulling off her dress and slipping into a big shirt. the lamp on your bedside table that she turned on beforehand faintly casts the room in a warm glow, and through the darkness you can see the pale skin of her back as she pulls it down. your eyes dart away, deciding to focus on the ceiling, instead, “and you’re really okay?” she turns now, and relief washes over you — relief that she didn’t turn sooner.
you eye her as she gets under her covers, propping her head up with her hand. you bury yours sideways into the pillow, wrapping the duvet tightly around your frame. “yeah. you?”
“yes, y/n. now, sleep off all that shit in your system. and lie on yourside, not your back.” you listen to what she’s told you plenty of time before, and lean over to switch off the lamp, the entire room pitch black.
