Just Give Them Girls On Trampolines

Stiles didn’t really care about having to move from los Angeles to the small little town of Beacon Hills. His father had gotten a job as sheriff in the town, plus they had gotten a good house with a finished basement that he could use during the full moon, and plenty of woods for him to run around in.

Plus he was kinda tired of the douche attitudes of everyone. He knew there would probably be douche people in the small town, but at least then he could plot pranks on the daily for them; and he wouldn’t have to deal with all the stupid werewolves who all thought the area was their territory, it was very annoying and he really couldn’t give a damn about territories.

He settled in just fine and when it was finally time for his first day, he decided to dress to best show off his many tattoos and piercings, taking extra time on his hair.

He was a punk in every sense of the style: hair that was purple on the left half, green on the right half with black bangs, he had spider bite lip piercings that had rainbow rings through them, septum piercing that  looked like a tiny arrow was bent through his nose, an eyebrow piercing that simply had a ring through it that had silver ball studs on both sides, he also had a nipple piercing but it was usually covered by his clothes.

Stiles also had quite a few tattoos, what looked to other people as a bare tree where the base was right by the inside of his elbow and stretched down so the tips of the longest branches were almost to his wrist, “Got Pride?” written in rainbow letters on his left collarbone, “Make A Heaven Of Hell” written in black slightly cursive letters on his right collarbone, a collage of a bunch of different images from Alice in Wonderland in a sleeve covering his right upper arm, and a date from some years previous written on the back of his neck with nothing else to explain to others what it meant.

 He parked his jeep by the Arts building and took a deep breath before heading inside. He was chewing on some cinnamon gum as he looked around the halls, getting his fair share of looks as he usually did. He was going to head to his locker but changed direction when he noticed the dirty blonde boy who he knew to be a werewolf from smell.

Stiles didn’t care that the werewolf was currently talking to a pretty boy in a lacrosse jersey or that the two were clearly flirting, he just came up and stepped to block the way of the human, turning his attention and cocky smirk on the werewolf.

“You have some nice muscles, I wonder if you know how to use them properly.” He flirted.

~

Stiles Stilinski was dead. He knew that and had known that since the morning he woke up after dying. It had been a year and, while his dad had lived in the house for awhile, he had started renting it out about six months previous because he couldn’t take it anymore. Stiles had expected to go with his father when his father moved, but he hadn’t. He was very disappointed by that, but he really couldn’t do much about it. So he just had to watch the world go by.

The first people that lived there were a couple, but they didn’t last long because Stiles creeped them out. The second people were a small family but the parents were kind of abusive. So after a phone call during a fight (which was very hard for Stiles but he got through it and disappeared shortly after for quite a few hours) the kids got taken away and the parents had some jail time. It was the third people coming in and Stiles didn’t even bother to go check them out as they starting bringing in their boxes, he’d get to see them eventually.

He just laid down on the new bed in the room that used to be his, sighing as he looked at the ceiling and wishing again for the millionth time it felt that he had died in something other than his pajama pants so he wasn’t in a constant state of being half naked for the rest of eternity.

 (I was thinking Derek could be still living with his family and be a bit younger. Also probably Derek would either be a werewolf and supernatural beings can see other supernatural beings or Derek can see ghosts (maybe his whole family can too, I just think it would be so funny and interesting if all of them could see and hear Stiles) It’s completely up to you though)

~

“Why are you doing this?” Scott kept asking his best friend Stiles, even though the hyperactive man had already answered the question about ten times.

Stiles needed money and he knew his father needed some space now that Stiles was out of high school and John was dating. His solution wasn’t a long term one, but hopefully long enough to save up money for his own place and get more stable.

He had found a website online that matched up people through a personality test and what each person was looking for in an arrangement. Not all of them were sexual… but a good few were sexual. Stiles wasn’t against having a sexual relationship with the person he was going to live with, he didn’t think too hard on the being paid part in addition to that, but he mostly was looking for somewhere to live as well as someone to care for a little bit. He was completely fine with cooking and cleaning for both of them since he was going to be home a large chunk of the day, and figured the older guys would enjoy coming home to a clean house and warm dinner, even if they didn’t get to have sex.

He matched with a man and e-mailed back and forth a little bit before they agreed to meet in person to go over the final details and sign a contract. Stiles got the man’s address and dressed in a nice button up shirt and black pants before driving there.

The house was amazing and Stiles had to try hard to not stare at it while he parked close. He took a moment to take a deep breath and straighten out his clothes before heading up to the door, knocking on it decisively. He then stood back with his back straight and head up, trying to look confident but also happy.

~

Stiles had been absolutely ecstatic when his father told him that they were going on a vacation to Ireland for the entire summer after his junior year of high school. He was a bit worried about money but he and his father had been saving up for awhile so he knew together they could handle it.

They were only in Ireland for a few days when Stiles met a guy who called himself Kai that was only a few years older than Stiles. They hit it off immediately and within a week of hanging out they had sex. Kai had bitten Stiles at the moment of climax and was gone the next morning before Stiles had woken up.

Stiles knew enough from Scott’s whole adventure that when he saw the bite on his shoulder the next day, he was expecting to turn into a werewolf, what he wasn’t expecting, however, was to become pregnant. It wasn’t long after they had sex that Stiles knew something was off. He didn’t know how he knew, but he just knew he was pregnant. He did a bunch of research and found out that he was right.

It was hard enough to tell his father he was a werewolf, but to tell him he was a werewolf who was also pregnant was a lot to take in. John fainted twice and had a panic attack before he finally came back to himself.

They worked together to figure out how to handle this, and by the time they were back in Beaacon Hills they had a good plan. On their way back Stiles sent a text to Lydia asking for a pack meeting since she had been the coordinator of pack things while he had been away.

 He arrived to Derek’s loft after everyone and tried to take calming breaths while he went in. He gave everyone a nervous smile as he came in and stood by the TV since everyone was already seated.

“As I’m sure most of you can already smell, I was bitten and am a werewolf now.” He told them, taking another deep breath and didn’t realize when he moved his arm to gently cover his stomach. “What you may not know is that… I’m pregnant.”

He looked around at the pack to see their reactions, chewing on his bottom lip nervously.

~

Stiles loved his life, he knew others found it weird that he had been raised by wolves for ten years, but it was normal to him and he really loved what kind of person he was because of it.

When Stiles Stilinski was five years old, his mother took him with her on a camping trip without telling his father. During the trip, she had an episode and had wandered off, leaving her son alone in the tent. Unfortunately, she had gotten lost in the forest and her disease got the best of her and she had passed. Stiles was still alone without his mother; the food ran out after a day and the little boy had just had to try to find something.

He wandered out to try to find food, and was met by a pack of wolves. He was too young to notice the danger, so Stiles just laughed and petted the one nearest to him. The wolves took him in and helped to raise him. He learned from them and did what they did. He was very happy with his new family and only had vague memories of his life with humans.

When Stiles was fifteen, however, a hunter came through and found him. Stiles still had some verbal skills, minimal, but enough, so he was able to stop the hunter from hurting any of the wolves. The hunter insisted he take Stiles out of the woods and back to the human world. Stiles wasn’t too keen on it, but he was a little worried for his family, and the hunter had reminded him that he had a parent that was probably still looking for him. So Stiles said goodbye to his wolf family and left with the hunter.

Stiles made it back to his father in only a few days, and the government was there two days after. They were very interested in what he had gone through and offered them loads of money as well as a promise to John that they would make sure Stiles got a great education, in exchange for the opportunity to study him.

John took it since he thought it was best for them, and they had assured him he would be allowed to stay with Stiles the entire time.

For three years Stiles stayed in the facility learning and being learned from, only going outside a little bit. When he was eighteen though, he finally put his foot down. He told them that he would only keep cooperating if they let him live at home with his father and go to public school. The government didn’t want him to leave their ever watchful eye, but he remained firm on it so they had to give in.

He would still be going to them once a week for testing and therapy, but every other part of the week he got to go outside, live in the last house he remembered being home, and interact with kids his age.

 So that’s what lead Stiles to be standing at the front steps of his new high school with a bright smile on his lips. He had a nice blue backpack over his shoulder, a new red hoodie on, black pants with a blue shirt. The outfit didn’t do much to hide all the scars covering his entire body from wrestling his siblings, but he didn’t care and honestly didn’t even think anything of it anymore since he was so used to it.

Stiles happily walked in, looking around at everything and everyone, not even caring when they looked at him like he was a freak. He made his way through the halls and found his locker pretty easily, putting half his books in before closing it.

He then began looking for his first class, which he actually found more difficult than he would have thought. He had always been able to get around the Government facility fairly easily, but this was so much busier and confusing than he was ready for. So he went up to a pretty blonde girl wearing a blue corset, bright smile on his lips.

“Hello, could you please tell me where Harris’s classroom is?” He asked her happily.

~

Ian sighed as he straightened himself up in the elevator. He was going to meet a new client, and he was always a little worried about meeting them. He knew it was irrational, he met all of his clients on the North Side, so no one he knew would ever see him, and if the client didn’t like him, who the fuck cared? They were all rich, mostly closeted, Northsiders anyway… Still, he wasn’t doing this because he liked sex, it helped, but that wasn’t the main reason.

He did it because his family was big, they needed money, and he knew it killed Fiona to have to do twenty jobs and be the cheerleading waitress for a bunch of drunk skeezes that thought she was a paid stripper.

He took a deep breath once the lift stopped at the floor and double checked the room number he had been sent before he got off. He was wearing a large trenchcoat that covered all of his torso and most of his legs. He was wearing black trousers along with black boxers underneath, with no shirt since it was always the first thing to go.

He had his small overnight bag filled with the clothes he would wear when going home and did wear when getting on the L to come to Northside, along with some other stuff like lube, condoms, and bandages.

Ian straightened himself out once more and put the bag behind his back before knocking on the door, resting himself enticingly against the door frame, putting on a charming smile when the door opened.

“Mister Milkovich?”

~

(Set the morning after their sleepover in season 3, when they’re in the middle of getting busy after the beads)

~

“Mickey!” Mandy shouted out as she rushed up the front stairs leading up to their house. “Mickey, Mickey!” She burst through the door and stopped in view of the living room. She didn’t even seem to notice her brother and her best friend tangled together, she was too busy smiling. “Dad’s dead!” She exclaimed with the brightest smile the world had ever seen.

~

Ian Gallagher really liked his life. Yea, he had been born deaf, but it was actually a blessing. His family grew up in Southside and got a bit extra every month to help with the things he needed, which greatly helped them to get by. This also led him to have to go to a different school, since the one everyone else went to didn’t have interpreters or the means to accommodate him. That led to his elder sister, Fiona, meeting a guy who was at an open house for his nephew, they ended up hitting it off and the guy got her a job at his company; she quickly climbed up the corporate ladder and ended up making quite more money that they were used to. Due to that, she was able to get sole custody of all of her siblings and move them to the Northside.

They lived in the worst part of the good part of town, but it was still better than the best part of the worst part of town, so it was definitely a plus. Things were still kind of hard sometimes, but Fiona had her good job, Lip tutored a bunch of kids for money, Ian had a job to help, and Debbie did babysitting; so all of them contributed, and even when it was tight they had a home and food.

 All the Gallagher’s were home, for once, doing different things around the house. Lip was tutoring Mandy Milkovich up in his room, Fiona was going over some paperwork in her study, Debbie was watching over Liam, Carl was angrily doing his homework in his room, and Ian was in the living room reading. When the doorbell rang and the lights flashed, he looked around to see if anyone else was going to get the door. Since he saw no one, he put his book down and went to it.

He opened the door and was pleasantly surprised to see a rather attractive brunet boy on the other side. He gave a smile and a wave before raising his brows, nonverbally asking what the elder needed. Ian then turned his attention to the boy's lips so he could see what was going to be said.

~

Mandy had been so incredibly happy when she had gotten her English tutor. She had seen a posting for tutoring services at the laundromat, and since she had been kind of tanking due to her pervy teacher. She didn’t even have to pay for it since the kids were doing it for their college resumes. She was a little annoyed at having some Northside Privileged douche talking down to her, but when she had gotten a call back from the guy named Ian that was going to be tutoring her, he seemed really cool. So she had agreed to let him come over.

It was around four thirty when a knock came on the door, Mandy was still doing her hair, so she screamed to Mickey.

“Get the door, assface! I’ll make you pizza bagels!” She added the last bit since she knew it would make him more likely to answer it.

~

Ian was very happy when he finally graduated high school and finally was able to get into the army. He passed the physical, then was sent to the base in Chicago for basic training. He got onto good terms with his bunkmates, but didn’t really make it known he was gay. He didn’t care about anyone knowing, but he hadn’t put a billboard on himself in his neighborhood and surely wouldn’t do it now.

He just wanted to be a soldier, he didn’t need to be looked at differently, plus he didn’t have a boyfriend so it wasn’t necessarily something that would have come up when talking normally like with the guys who kept talking about missing their girlfriends mouths.

 He turned up for training one day after hearing that they had a new trainer for the day. He stood at the front of the line and stretched out while trying not to be obvious about checking out the new guy that was talking to a superior officer at the front of the group.

Just as he was stretching down to touch his toes, the superior officer spoke and he stood up to attention quickly.

“Men and women, this is your new trainer, Officer Milkovich. He will not tolerate any shenanigans.” The officer told them in a loud voice before nodding and walking off, leaving just the crowd of newbies and the hot, black haired man before them.

~

(Ian is from North Side in this one)

~

Ian Gallagher knew it was a bad idea to go to South Side at night, but his stupid brother was screwing a girl on the South Side and hadn’t come home all day, so when their older sister had asked him to go get Lip, he had gone.

His phone was out of battery, so when three big guys came up and beat him up to try to mug him, he didn’t have any way to call anyone. He managed to get out from them using some skills he learned in ROTC, but had still gotten a busted lip, bruised cheek bone, and probably some broken bones.

He ran to the closest house and banged on the door, looking over his shoulder and hoping they three guys hadn’t followed him.

~

(In this one I was thinking Mickey and Ian kinda know eachother and have seen each other a few times but never had a physical or romantic relationship)

 ~

Ian had been a bit skeptical when his best friend Mandy had tried to talk him into interviewing for a position at the Phone Sex Company she worked at, but she had made a good argument for it since it could bring in good money, he could do it at home, and he could make his own schedule to fit it in between his EMT shifts.

It was actually really great, sometimes it turned him on to talk to the guys, it was easy money, it helped to subsidize his income so he could have a decent apartment and help his family pay rent, plus he was really good at it.

 Ian was sitting in his bed reading some EMT book when the app that he got all of his calls through sent him a notification that he was getting an incoming call.

He didn’t have the number saved under any name like he did for his regulars so he knew it had to be a new person.

He put his book down as he answered it.

“Hey sexy, I’m Ginger Snap. How can I make your day better?”

~

Sometimes Betty wondered what her life would be like if things had been just a little different; she wondered if she would be a preppy cheerleader, a ponytail wearing goody goody who tried to be perfect all the time, she wondered if she’d wear a lot of pink. She was happy with her life though, she didn’t get hung up on the possible universe where her parents stayed together.

Betty’s parents divorced when she was four, it was hard on them, especially Alice since she had always tried to hold onto hope of perfection. She had reached her point of breaking with Hal though, she couldn’t do it anymore. Custody of their children was fifty fifty at first, but the kids quickly took sides. Polly was more of a daddy’s girl and Betty stuck with her mother.

Alice had tried to stay on her own, saying she didn’t need anyone... but then she had a change encounter with FP and, well, things moved rather quickly. She ended up moving to the South Side and buying a house with him, together they raised Jughead and Betty as their kids.

Polly ended up spending every other weekend with Alice and Betty ended up spending ever other weekend with Hal. They made sure to set it up so the sisters spent each weekend together.

There was the normal childhood crush between Betty and Jughead, but it soon tapered off, they were more like siblings and they were fine with it. They were best friends. They had each other’s backs and carved out a space in the world together. It was really no surprise when they both joined the Serpents together at fourteen.

Betty was far too young for the normal female initiation, though a few of the more disgusting men tried to suggest she should still do it. FP quickly shut it down and Alice even broke a few noses. The two talked about not letting Betty join until she was older, but the fiery blonde girl rallied for her right to join. She argued that she should be given the male recruitment ritual, that it would show her devotion and that anyone who could not do it perhaps wasn’t strong enough to be in the gang themselves.

Suffice it to say, they agreed to let her do the male initiations.

She and Jughead rose through the ranks over the years and she came into her own. She knew she enjoyed men and was completely fine with it, but she also came to accept that she was just as interested in women. FP and Alice were fine with it and they encouraged her to do anything that made her happy and that was good for her.

Jughead and Betty worked together to try to get jobs for the Serpents and to make things a bit more legitimate. One of those was on an Andrews’ Construction construction site. A few were helping to do the physical labor, and a few more were slated to do security work on it.

That’s what Betty was going on the Saturday before her first day of her senior year of high school. She was with Peaches ‘N’ Cream, keeping watch over the construction site.

They had been watching for a few hours when Peaches got that smirk on her lips and nudged Betty’s booted foot with her own. Betty turned to her with furrowed brows, wondering if the woman had seen anything. She knew the look and happily pulled the woman into a nearby thicket.

When Betty emerged about twenty minutes later, slipping her jacket back over her shoulders, she noticed a black car approaching.

“Company.“ She warned Peaches, serious face already coming back.

She stayed on the small hill they had parked their bikes on, watching to see if maybe the person just had to turn around. Unfortunately, the car parked. Betty began making her way down, ready to do what was needed to secure the area.

She got to the car just as the driver exited. The driver turned out to be a gorgeous woman with sleek black hair and a pearl necklace around her stunning neck.

“This is a secure site, what are you doing here?“ Betty asked the woman.

~

The library wasn’t too busy since classes had just ended. Remus was sitting at a table by himself studying when Sirius rushed in and nearly tripped over a chair as he booked it for his friend. He partially fell into the seat beside him and smiled brightly.

“Hey, my amazing, wonderful, brilliant, gorgeous, generous, chivalrous best friend. You know what I love most about you? That you are always willing to help out a friend.”

“What did you do?” Remus asked with a sigh.

“It was a misunderstanding, really.” Sirius began explaining with a chuckle. “The explosion just went off a bit early... and it was really meant to be more of a pop than an explosion. But Prongs brewed this batch so it’s all his fault.“ He promised. “Really it was a misunderstanding, so it’s not really my fault and I shouldn’t get in trouble... which is why my amazing, wonderful best friend should corroborate my alibi that I could not have possibly been the one to set it because I was out on a date with you.“ He said with a big, guilty smile. “Which is kind of what I already told them.“

Remus looked about ready to verbally throttle his best friend when Sirius heard angry footsteps. He could also recognize the voices of a few of the Ravenclaw girls who were out for his blood. He reacted quickly, pulling Lupin in and kissing him passionately. He moved Remus’ hand to caress his cheek before resting his own hand on the werewolf’s thigh.

The women came around the corner but stopped when they saw them.

“Oh.“ The one in front commented, already losing her anger.

Sirius pulled away and did a very good job of looking like he had just been caught unexpectedly.

“Sorry, we... we were mistaken. See you later Black, later Lupin.“ They smiled a bit guiltily before heading off.

Sirius gave a sigh of relief and partially collapsed onto the table.

“Thank Merlin.“ He breathed out before looking at Remus. “What do you say? Will you pretend to be my boyfriend just for a little bit? Just until it’s no longer suspicious and then we can just tell everyone we decided we’re better as mates...  best mates.“ He gave a big, hopeful smile while waiting for Remus’ reply.

~

Draco Malfoy had always been curious, often times to a fault. You’d think he’d have learned his lesson in first year when he got detention along with the golden trio for being out past curfew, but that clearly wasn’t the case since his curiosity caused something even worse to happen in third year.

He wasn’t blind or stupid, it was clear to him that Lupin was a werewolf. He couldn’t believe no one but he and Granger seemed to have picked up on it. He didn’t really care though, aside from being able to make very subtle comments about it around Lupin that had the man questioning if he knew the truth or not, it didn’t really change anything in his life.

Draco had enough to deal with without adding on caring about someone else’s species. That didn’t mean he didn’t keep tabs though. Every year it seemed those three Gryffindor idiots created some kind of mess so he didn’t exactly have high hopes for that not happening in their third year as well.

He had circled back after Hermione’s punch, unsure if it was to cause havoc or to watch them to make sure they didn’t do anything to interfere. He couldn’t answer that even to himself after it happened, he didn’t know why he had gone back.

But when he did he had seen the odd events start to occur. Weasley’s disgusting pet bit him and ran away, which didn’t seem normal. Draco followed them as they chased after the rat, gasping aloud when the dog came out of seemingly nowhere and dragged Ron into the base of the Whomping Willow.

He wasn’t surprised that the other two had gotten in so easily, but when he tried he was unable to. Draco huffed but decided to wait.

Draco was so bored and about ready to head back to the castle when there was commotion. He hid behind a tree at the very edge of the forest and used a spell to enhance his hearing. He still wasn’t able to get everything but he got the gist; Sirius Black was innocent, Peter Pettigrew was alive and had been the one to get Harry’s parents killed. Though he was confused by them bringing him bring a rat up multiple times, he thought that was kind of a given if he had ratted out his friends, of course he was a snitch.

Then all hell seemed to break loose. Snape tried to get revenge, Sirius was antagonistic, then Lupin began turning.

Draco gasped and took a step forward, accidentally breaking a tree branch as he did so. The noise made Lupin look away from the ones before him and towards the forest. He was frozen there in fear, unsure if he could be seen and what would happen if he could.

The moment seemed to last forever, but it was halted by a higher howl coming from deep in the forest... coming from behind him. Lupin turned and ran off towards the forest. Draco hid quickly, picking the biggest tree he could and climbing up it. He hugged the trunk and prayed that the branch he was on would hold, prayed that he wouldn’t be found.

His prayers went unanswered. Remus slowly stalked around the forest, pausing when he was under the tree Draco was hiding it. He then growled and looked up, making Draco whimper as he felt the eyes on him.

A slash to the ankle had Draco falling from the tree and crashing to the ground. He couldn’t breathe or move which gave the werewolf time to claw him again. This time felt slower and more deliberate... but maybe that was just Draco’s paranoia. The claws sank into the flesh in the middle of his left cheek, down his jaw, across his neck, over the top right of his chest, before finishing in the meat of his right upper arm.

Even as Draco screamed in pain he was able to keep his wits about him so he pulled out his wand, muttering the first thing he thought of. Harry would be proud if his choice of expelliarmus. It got the werewolf off and had him running away out of self preservation.

Draco then sent up red flare after red flare from his wand, knowing he couldn’t get up to get help. He kept sending them up until he passed out, unsure if anyone had seen or would come save him.

He wasn’t sure who had see or responded to his call, but when Draco woke up he was in the infirmary. He had been bandaged up, but Dumbledore had gently informed him that he had been infected... Draco Malfoy was a werewolf.

A hoard of people rushed in after that, some teachers including Severus Snape, his parents, and a few people from the Ministry. He assumed the Ministry people had come for Sirius Black and stayed since a child had been attacked by a werewolf. They tripped over each other asking him questions until Dumbledore quieted them. His father was the first one to talk after that.

Draco was not surprised when Lucius demanded that Remus be thrown in Azkaban for attacking his son.

Draco surprised everyone, Dumbledore included, by saying that Lupin couldn’t have been the werewolf to attack him since it had been a female werewolf. He was even able to use his godfather’s prejudice against him by assuring everyone he knew it was a female werewolf because of the extensive essay he had had to write about werewolves for him. He also surprised them by saying what he had learned, that Peter Pettigrew was alive and had framed Sirius Black.

Peter hadn’t been found and Sirius had been captured so the Ministry weren’t sure, but Draco Malfoy, the heir of Malfoy had no reason to lie about this. They weren’t even sure why he was admitting this so they couldn’t fathom that he’d lie to save a teacher who he had been antagonistic to all year and to benefit three Gryffindors he hated.

No one ever asked him why he lied, not even Lupin after the fact. He wasn’t sure why no one asked, but he didn’t offer his reason. Unlike why he came back after being punched, he knew why he did this.

The decision was finally made that Sirius Black would not go back to Azkaban, but he would be monitored. Remus Lupin was assigned to live with him and Sirius had to have a sort of probation meeting every year with the Ministry. He’d just check in, answer some questions about his actions under truth serum.

Draco’s own life spiraled some after that so he didn’t hear much more on that, but he thought he had heard something about there being talks about Potter moving in with Sirius and Remus. He wasn’t sure if it ever went anywhere.

After he left the infirmary, he was taken home and not even allowed to finish his year. He really wasn’t surprised when his parents packed up their life and moved suddenly. After what he said, the Death Eaters weren’t too happy with them and instead of Lucius working through it or sticking up for his son, he just moved them.

Draco heard nearly nothing about Hogwarts and what happened after he moved continent, but he did hear about Voldemort being defeated in what would have been his fifth year of Hogwarts. He wasn’t sure exactly what happened, he just heard it had something to do with the Order Of The Phoenix and Voldemort getting trapped in a veil by Sirius and Remus. Draco wasn’t sure exactly how that destroyed someone, but he figured it made sense somehow.

Death Eaters were rounded up after that, Peter Pettigrew was finally found, and everyone was brought to justice. Draco didn’t have time to pay too much attention to that, he had so much to deal with on his own. The relationship with his parents only got worse after they left.

Of course his father blamed him and didn’t appreciate having to leave all their stuff in order to deal with this. it didn’t help that he now had a son that was a werewolf that he had to deal with. Draco isolated himself more and more, he wanted to stay for his mother, but after awhile he realized that that wasn’t good for him. He was still going to a wizarding school, but in his sixth year he left the house he was living in with his parents and moved to a flat of his own.

After the year ended the principal made him aware that some other parents had found out about his condition and were raising concerns. She didn’t ask Draco to not come back, but it was pretty clear she would if needed. So Draco decided to leave, he didn’t know where else to go, so he sent a letter to Dumbeldore. The headmaster assured him he had a place there, so it was time for Draco to go back to Hogwarts.

Draco had no illusions about what his last year of school would be like. Everyone in his year knew what had happened to him, so he knew he would have all eyes on him. He still had the scars that were very noticeable so everyone else was sure to know about it too. He tried to hide them by keeping his shirt buttoned up all the way to hide the ones on his neck and wearing a scarf to cover the ones on his jaw and cheek until it got too hot for him to stand it.

He kept a strong shield up and was sure it would be up all year. He had changed a lot since he had left, but he didn’t intend on letting anyone see it.

When he got there he was informed that he’d have a private room that was lycanthrope proof. He wasn’t shocked by that and not upset, he didn’t really want to be rooming with the other Slytherins anyway. He also was only given black robes instead of ones with green on them because he was told they didn’t have any more and wasn’t given any new Slytherin ties. Dumbledore told him they figured he still had his ones from before.

Draco knew what was going on, he unofficially didn’t belong to any house. It was just him, alone. He was here for a year to finish his education, that was it. He kept his head down, didn’t really do anything positive or negative so he didn’t have to worry about house points. He stayed to himself, didn’t talk to anyone, studied alone in his room, didn’t rejoin Quidditch, didn’t even attempt to talk to any of the golden trio to see how things panned out once he left since they were really the only ones who knew what went down that night. Draco was alone, but he was used to it. It was just for a year and then he could start a real life and, he hoped, not be so alone.

Draco was walking to Tranfigurations, people were avoiding him like normal and he was keeping to himself like normal. His senses were enhanced since his infection, so even from halfway down the corridor he could hear one of the Slytherins in his year picking on a third year Hufflepuff right outside the door to the class. He could also hear the golden trio muttering to each other about how they should do something about it. Hermione was trying to convince them but Ron was saying they should go take a seat before they got in trouble again, assuring her that Lockwood would get bored and leave the kid alone soon. Hermione wasn’t so sure of it and she was getting more insistent.

Draco rolled his eyes as he approached. He pushed through the three and went right to the Slytherin. He grabbed the man by the back of his robes and yanked him away from the Hufflepuff roughly.

“Lockwood, leave before I rip out your throat, shred your body, and gift it to Sprout as organic mulch.” Draco threatened him easily, tone even more frightening with the edge of boredom to it.

Unluckily, That was just the moment that McGonagall came up to enter the class room.

“Mister Malfoy, detention.” She informed him before walking into the class.

“Ma’am yes ma’am.” He told her without taking his eyes off Lockwood.

The Slytherin man looked like he was trying to hide the fact that he was about to piss himself. He muttered a “Whatever” before hurrying off. Draco said nothing to the younger student who was looking at him gratefully, just walked past the golden trio into the class so he could take his normal seat at the back.

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Draco Malfoy, sole heir to the Malfoy family name was his father’s pride and joy... thought that didn’t stop Lucius from using force to make his son into the person he wanted him to be, down to the smallest detail. Draco was going to be the person Lucius wanted as the next head of the Malfoy name even if it meant he was covered in bruises half the time from Lucius’ “discipline“.

All that “work“ Lucius put into his son was immediately halted when Draco finally went to Hogwarts and was sorted... into Ravenclaw. It caused quite the uproar, the entire sorting ceremony had to be halted because of the commotion. Nearly everyone knew of the Malfoys, they knew they were Slytherin lineage, so this caused quite the uproar.

Draco felt untethered, he had been told his entire life that he was Slytherin and proud of it, now that was upside down. He sat at the Raveclaw table, not eating, just sitting until it was all done. No one tried to talk to him, maybe because he seemed a bit catatonic, maybe because most hated his family, he wasn’t sure and he couldn’t even think to ask.

The next day he was in his first class, still trying to understand this all, when the door opened and his father came in. Before he could even greet Lucius, his father grabbed him and physically yanked him out of the room.

There was a tantrum to end all tantrums when Lucius yanked his son into Dumbledore’s office. He screamed, whined, threatened, even threw a few things as he unleashed his anger on the Headmaster. Draco stood in the corner, upset by the situation but glad that the rage wasn’t turned to him.

Dumbledore, remarkably, stayed calm during the entire thing. He waited until Lucius was burnt himself out and was standing there with his hair all crazy as he panted heavily.

“The Sorting Hat makes its choice, we cannot disrupt it. The decision stays, Draco is in Ravenclaw.“

“Fine, he’s your problem then.“ Lucius told the older wizard heatedly before turning and storming out of the office without even looking at his son.

He stayed true to his word, he didn’t contact his son all year, he did send a note to Dumbledore around the winter holiday to Dumbledore telling him to not allow Draco to get on the train to come home, since he and his wife were going out of country.

The same note arrived just before summer break. All of the staff got together to talk it over, they wanted to make sure Draco was safely taken care of. Dumbledore mentioned bringing the subject to child protective services, but McGonagall shut that down, making a comment that if it wasn’t good enough for the last child put in Dumbledore’s care, then it wouldn’t be good enough now. Dumbledore wasn’t very pleased by that, thinking they were completely different circumstances, but he knew better than to argue with her.

Finally they came to the decision that Draco would go with McGonagall over the summer, and if the issue persisted the following year they would figure out a more long term plan.

Draco tried to act like it didn’t bother him, but he was very young and had been abandoned by his parents for something out of his control. It was a lot for anyone to deal with, let alone someone as fragile and abused as Draco already was. The summer with Minvera helped him. Outside of school she was much less strict, she showered him with love, unconditionally. Even when he acted out she showed him love. It was shocking to him, but he was slowly understanding it. By the end of the summer he was just starting to come to terms with this new found love, so she knew it would be a long road. She was ready for it though.

Draco anticipated the same note coming from his father before winter break, but they got a bit of a different one... This one said that his mother was pregnant with twins and there wasn’t room for him at the manor anymore. He knew that wasn’t true, he used to spend his days exploring all of the empty, unused rooms, but even at that age he understood that it wasn’t the space his father was talking really talking about.

He was saddened by it and spent nearly the entire break locked in his room. On Christmas he was surprised with a present from Minerva... the present was paperwork saying that his parents had given up their parental rights to him and that they were awarded to Minerva. She was officially his legal guardian. He was so happy, he didn’t stop smiling for a month.

After that Draco settled into his new life happily. His father got all of his stuff moved to Minerva’s place so he could just focus on being happy. He hadn’t gone outside of his own head much first year, but in second year, after everything was settled, he was able to start branching out.

Draco was more comfortable and nicer now, he was very charismatic and smart so it was actually easy for him to make friends. Soon pretty much everyone forgot he even was Lucius’ son, they saw him as McGonagall’s son to pretty much everyone, and even to himself.

In third year his kindness mixed with his bravery in a surprising way. He had been secretly researching Voldemort since first year. He had originally had a hope that by doing that, he’d get back in with his father. He didn’t have that hope anymore, but he was still curious. He had ended up finding out about horcruxs from an old potions professor. It wasn’t hard to get the information from him, the man wasn’t exactly a vault and Draco was good at getting what he wanted.

Once he knew that, it was easier to get more information. He figured out what most of the other ones were, but didn’t tel anyone. These were all theories, so he decided to test them. He had his suspicions about Ron’s rat, so when he saw the trio sneaking out, he followed. He slipped into the Shrieking Shack after them but before Snape and hid. There was a hole in the wall just big enough for a recording device, so he decided to film everything that was happening, something told him it would be useful.

Useful indeed, he was able to capture the rat turning into a person and then admitting to selling out the Potter’s and faking their own death. Then things got really crazy when Snape entered and Draco slipped out before he could be discovered. He hid outside and watched the scene before him. He wasn’t surprised when Lupin turned into a werewolf, he had guessed it just as Hermione had. He was shocked when Lupin turned on them and slashed out with his claws, getting Harry across the chest.

As Harry fell to the ground, Draco  worked quickly. He put his wand to his throat and used a spell to throw his voice, making it sound like it was coming from the forest. He howled loudly, making Remus think there was another werewolf nearby. Remus ran off and Draco watched in worry as Harry’s friends circled him. Pettigrew tried to run away and Draco threw an imobilizing spell at him.

Snape and Sirius argued about getting Peter to the castle, but it was halted by Hermione. She took charge over the adult men and told them to both go to the castle to turn in Peter as well as get some help for Harry since he couldn’t be moved at the moment.

Sirius muttered a spell to heal Harry but the boy was already unconscious. He and Snape weren’t happy, but they took Peter and took off towards the castle quickly. As Hermione and Ron cried over Harry, Draco slowly came forward. The two were surprised to see him, but didn’t say anything as he got down beside Harry.

He checked for a pulse, but when he didn’t find one, he began doing CPR. He had read about it first year and was willing to at least give it a shot. Ron was confused and thought Draco was trying to hurt Harry, but Hermione explained that it was to save his life and was common in the Muggle World.

Everyone was shocked when Harry started breathing again. They heard people approaching and Draco looked around. Hermione noticed and told him to go, promising him they wouldn’t tell anyone he had been there. He thanked her before handing over the recording of Peter admitting what he did. She thanked him and he rushed off.

As far as he knew, no one ever found out. They knew Harry had died and come back to life, but they didn’t know how he came back. With Peter Pettigrew alive and in captivity, along with the video proof, he was sent to Azkaban and Sirius was released. They decided to not do anything about him breaking out and just counted it as time served.

He moved into 12 Grimmauld Place and got custody of Harry, though Dumbledore seemed against it. There was no legal reason Sirius shouldn’t have custody, so Dumbledore had to get over it.

Hermione and Ron were nicer to Draco after that, not that they were ever mean, but they would go out of their way to be nice to him. He was thankful for it, but didn’t let them go past being acquaintances. They already had enough going on, he didn’t want to add his own bullshit to everything that they were clearly dealing with too.

The summer after third year, Draco had a mission. He didn’t want to tell Minerva, but she was too smart for him and she made him tell her. He admitted that he thought he knew were most of the horcrux’s were and was going to destroy them before Voldemort could come back. She questioned him about why he was doing this without telling Dumbledore, but he admitted that he didn’t really trust the Headmaster with this. He had seen too many things that made him unsure if Dumbledore really wanted good to win if it wasn’t giving credit to him. McGonagall didn’t agree with her ward, but she didn’t argue either. She just agreed to help him.

Working together, they managed to get rid of every single horcrux. They agreed to not tell anyone about them destroying them. They both knew Dumbledore would keep looking, but they would keep it a secret, a mystery. Their bond strengthened even more during their trip, so by the time year four started, people couldn’t stop with the jokes about them being besties.

Draco enjoyed his years at Hogwarts, with Voldemort gone, things for the Golden Trio seemed to get more chill. Draco slowly let himself get a bit more better friends with Hermione and Ron. Hermione and he had more in common so they were better friends, but he did actually enjoy Ron. He stayed a bit away from Harry, he wasn’t sure why, he just felt like he needed to keep distance between them. He thought maybe it was because he had saved Harry’s life and didn’t want to spill the beans, but he wasn’t sure.

Finally, in his seventh year, Draco was sitting in Transfiguration doing extra work since usually it wasn’t challenging enough for him, when McGonagall announced there would be a group project. She said their groups would be based on the tables they were at since each table housed four people.

Hermione and Draco usually sat together in the classes they shared since they both liked being towards the front, and Ron and Harry just joined Hermione. So the four of them were a group. She gave each group their projects which were comprised of three parts; a research essay, oral report, and a display of the spell at the front of class.

“This will be fun.“ Hermione smiled at them.

“Hermione, you and I can take the research part, Ron can do the oral report, and Harry can display it. Does that work?“ Draco asked her, knowing Ron would go along with whatever his girlfriend told him.

“Sounds great. Does that work for you, Harry?“ She asked him with a smile.

(The plan is that with Harry dying and then coming back, the horcrux in him was killed)

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Draco Malfoy never thought that he’d be a professor after he graduated. He thought he’d do something in the Ministry... but life had different plans for him.

His father was arrested in his sixth year, his mother had gone into hiding to avoid the same fate, so things got hard for him. Snape was his Godfather so he was moved into the castle to live our the rest of his school days. After his schooling was over he was able to move back into Malfoy manner and spent a few years getting everything settled. His father had made a mess of many things so he was trying to fix it all. Snape still came over at least once a week to have dinner with his godson.

They would eat and chat, updating the other on what they had done. Draco had been a couple years ahead of the great Harry Potter so he hadn’t been too involved with his antics, but now he got to hear about it every week. They always made him laugh and gave him some odd warmth for Harry, though he had never really interacted with him previously. Snape was thankful when Harry finally graduated, but Draco was actually a bit sad that he wouldn’t get to hear about him anymore.

A few more years passed and Snape decided to retire, not wanting to deal with children anymore. Draco had always been top of his class, so he went to the castle and suggested to Dumbledore that he could take over as the Potions professor. Dumbledore happily agreed and mentioned that there would be another new professor that year. Draco wanted to ask but Dumbledore had had to leave for a meeting, so he was in the dark.

The next month was spent with him getting his quarters at Hogwarts ready and getting a good plan into place for his classes.

He got all settled in and went to a small mixer in the Great Hall on the day before school started. It was just for teachers to meet since there were two new professors, everyone to share what they thought would happen that year, and just have one last good night before all of the children arrived.

When Draco got there he heard a buzzing about the new professor but he hadn’t gotten there yet. Draco shrugged it off and went to get a drink, chatting with a few professors and kind of tuning everything out. He was laughing at something Sprout said and stumbled back some, bumping into someone.

“Sorry.“ He apologized as he turned around, surprised by who he saw. “Potter?“ He asked in absolute shock.

He knew who Harry was because everyone did, but he felt like he knew him even more from all of Snape’s talking.

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