#mona writes

Sure enough right next to you on the night stand was 4 feet of parchment rolled up on a scroll. You didn’t need to check the scroll to know that it was perfect.

You turned to thank him but he was already asleep. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek before running off to your own dorm.

Draco wasn’t actually asleep he smiled rubbing the spot where you kissed him and reached for the homework that he put aside in  order to do yours.

-

“Ready to lose Malfoy?” You said as you adjusted your quidditch uniform.

“Please, Slytherin is going to win.” Draco said.

“I’ll have you know our team is amazing, and we have an amazing chaser .”

“Well my team has a great seeker.” He drawled smirking. “Probably better than your chaser.”

“I hope you feel the same way when y/h wins.” You taunted.

“I’m not worried.”

“Well you should be.” You laughed before kissing a kiss to his lips. “Good luck, you’ll need it.”

“We’ll see about that.” He chuckled.

Quidditch was exhilarating and you were so busy trying to get the quaffle through the hoops you didn’t notice Adrian Pucey flying at you full speed.

You fell right off your broom. The moment you hit the ground you knew you had broken something and you groaned in pain.

Your team kept playing above you, it was quidditch after all injuries happened. You spotted Draco chasing after the snitch neck in neck with your seeker. He seemed to see you and he immediately flew towards you leaving the other seeker to follow the snitch on their own.

“What happened.” He asked kneeling next to you.

“That prat Pucey pushed me off my broom.” You groaned.

“Malfoy get back to the game I can take Ms.Y/l/n from here.” Madam Pomfrey said as she ran up to you.

Draco didn’t move as he knelt next to you, you were about to tell him to go when Lee announced that Y/h had caught the snitch.

“Did you lose because of me?” You asked feeling sorry.

“It’s just a quidditch game.” He said smiling at you.

Draco’s teammates flew down, no doubt to yell at him.

“Sorry.” You said.

“It’s fine, I can handle them. I’ll meet you at the hospital wing.” He said before walking towards his team.

You fell asleep as soon as Madam Pomfrey gave you that healing potion to mend your broken bones.

You woke with a groan, the room was pitch black except for a small candle next to you.

“Draco?” You asked taking in the blonde boy who was half a sleep in a chair next to your bed.

“Oh good you’re awake.” Draco said stretching. 

“How long was I out.”

“Two days.” He said.

“You were here for two days?”

“Don’t flatter yourself, I came and went.” He said. “I’ll be back, I’m going to get Madam Pomfrey and tell her you woke up.

Madam Pomfrey walked in with a sour look on her face Draco in tow behind her.

“Of Course you pick to wake up at the middle of the night.” She huffed. “And you, didn’t I tell you to go back to your common room.”

“I did.” Draco said. “I just came to see if she was up yet and she woke up.”

“Of Course.” Madam Pomfrey snorted searching for a salve to give you.

“Malfoy get a bandage from my cupboard will you, might as well be helpful while you’re here.” She said and Draco obliged.

“The boy is lying, he hasn’t budged all weekend, I basically had to push him out the door to get him to go to meals.” She chuckled as she treated your bones.

You grinned at that and you felt your face burn up.

“Here is the bandage.” Draco said handing her the wraps.

Madam Pomfrey worked quickly.

“All good to go. Mister Malfoy I expect you’ll escort Miss Y/l/n to her Common Room?” She said.

Draco nodded as he helped you get out of the bed, still a bit sore.

“Thank you Madam Pomfrey.”

As you walked out of the Hospital Wing you noticed Adrian Pucey sleeping on one of the beds with a rather awful looking black eye. You almost felt a bit bad but the pain that you felt almost everywhere pushed those feelings away. You pressed a kiss to Draco’s cheek.

“What was that for.” Draco said with a faint smile.

“Nothing in particular.” You hummed.

-

“I hate Granger.” You huffed as you sat across from Draco.

“Oh? Why’s that.” Draco asked looking up from his breakfast.

“I want to be the best at one class, just one class that’s all I’m asking but no she beats in me in every class.” You huffed. “Even divination! and Trelawney doesn’t even like her.”

“Granger is annoying but you have to admit she has her wits.” Draco said mindlessly.

Y/n glared at him.

“Sorry, she’s and idiot.” He quickly corrected himself. 

“I studied all night for this Transfiguration exam and she still got better marks than me.” 

“You could obliviate her, make her forget everything she’s ever learned.” Draco suggested.

“I don’t think that would work.” You said quirking up your brow.

“Worth a shot.” He shrugged.

“Funny.” You sighed. “Guess I’ll have to conform with being the second best.”

“MIght have to conform with third because if I’m correct I have higher marks than you in Potions and Longbottom is beating you in Herbology.” He said sarcastically.

“Wow, You’re so kind to me.” You said sarcastically.

You felt like you were sweating from the stress. In all you years you had never been so stressed over a test especially in Charms which was supposed to be your strong suit.

Sure enough Hermoine was just flying through the test. She was about to flip to the next page when she threw her pen on the ground.

“Ms.Granger is there a problem?” Flitwick said.

“My answers keep changing, I think this quill has been tampered with.” She said shaking her head.

“I think you’re going to have to start over Ms.Granger, here I’ll give you a new quill.” Flitwick said.

Hermoine let out a defeated sigh. That alone gave you enough motivation to finish the test.

“Draco did you tamper with Hermoine’s quill?”

"I haven’t but thanks for the idea.” He said.

“So you’re telling me you didn’t make Hermoine’s quill change answers.”

“Nope.” He said. “I’ve got to go to quidditch, see you later.” He pressed a kiss to your cheek before running off.

You didn’t miss the quill sticking out of his robe that was identical to Hermoine’s.

-

Amycus Carrow stood in front of the class walking back and forth.

“Today we will be practicing the Cruciatus Curse.” She drawled. “You’re all familiar with this one, correct?”

Everyone nodded.

“Y/l/n, Malfoy get up here.”

You gulped shakedly walking up.

“Mister Malfoy, practice on Y/l/n.” She said smiling.

You tried to show him that it was fine by smiling at him but he didn’t stop shaking.

“No.” He said. 

“What.” Amycus snapped. Draco hadn't been one of the students to defy her orders.

“I said no.” Draco huffed. “I won’t take orders from a halfblood.”

You wanted to yell at Draco, how daft was he. Now Amycus was going to hurt him.

“Very well if you wont, I will.” Amycus snapped his wand at you.

“CRUCIO.” You felt your skin burn and fell to the ground with screams.

You heard someone yell but all you could hear were your own screams.

You fell over once the pain stopped.

Your vision was blurry and you didn’t see that Draco had hexed Amycus.

He pulled you into his arms as the class just stood in shock.

“No one says a thing or you’ll end up like Amycus.” He said to the class as he obliviated Amycus’ mind. “I’m taking her to Pomfrey, not that it’s anyone’s business.”

“Draco why would you do that, he could’ve hurt you.” You groaned.

“Hush, don’t move it’ll only make the pain worse.” He said holding you closer as he carried you to Pomfrey.

-

You laid in Draco’s arms as you both laid on his bed.

He was running his hands through your hair.

“I love you.” He said. “I don’t think i’ve told you that but I do, I have for along time i’m just not the best at expressing my feelings.”

he’s not supposed to be too clingy- that much he’d figured out by the time his first girlfriend dumped him back in middle school. at the time iwaizumi drilled it into his head that no one would want with a personality like that. “it’s only endearing when those girls watch you from afar,” he’d said while the heartbroken boy sobbed his heart out on the floor of his own room, “but when they have to deal with a brat like you on the daily suddenly it’s not so great to be dating the great oikawa tooru.”

then came the girl before you, who’d taught him to keep his thoughts and interests to himself. he shouldn’t have opened up so much no matter how much he’d liked her at the time, shouldn’t have bared his heart for her to see all his flaws. he should have know better, that relationships were all about compromise, that no one would ever truly, fully accept him for who he is.

he’s learned his lesson. that’s why he’s even more careful when it comes to you. he won’t let himself make the same mistakes again. the limit is starting three conversations with you. any more and you might start to find him overbearing, and that’s the last thing he’d want. better be safe than sorry.

he also takes extra care not to lead conversations lead into his interests, preferring to focus on you rather than him. obviously you wouldn’t care to know about the match he’d watched last night, even if you’re too nice to tell him to stop talking. he doesn’t need a replay of the last time that happened, can’t afford to lose you so easily. he’ll shape himself to become a person worthy of your love, since someone as perfect as you would open your arms to plain old him.

he’s sure he’s giving you a good share of affection. there’s no shortage of cutesy dates and public gestures of his love, but behind closed doors he was a completely different person, one you could barely recognize. it feels forced, like he’s reluctant to comply when you ask for a hug. 

you never see the longing gaze when you enter your house after he’s walked you home or notice the way his hand lingers a split second after he brushes the hair out of your face. 

the fire that burns wild within him never reaches you, he realizes just moments too late. he watches as you walk away from him one last time, leaving behind nothing but gentle wind that fans the flames.

he lounges on a settee, book in hand, gazed fixed on thor. “brother--” he begins.

thor does not allow him to finish.

he moves across the room, uncaring of the einherjar that line the palace walls, spears gripped in pale-knuckled fists. he only has eyes for his brother.

liar. betrayer. alive.

loki rises from his seat. thor knocks him back. presses the head of mjolnir to his brother’s breast.

“what are you?” thor asks, anger leaving its bitter taste on his tongue.

loki raises his hands in surrender. “thor,” he drawls, “surely it hasn’t been so long that you no longer recognize your own brother.”

thor’s lip curls into a snarl. “my brother is dead. i held him in my arms as i watched him wither to ash.”

“ahh, yes...i,” loki begins, “that is...rumors of my demise on svartalfheim were greatly exaggerated.”

thor presses the hammer harder -- he can feel the familiar pace of loki’s heartbeat move through its handle, unmistakable.

his own heart would threaten to break if not for the anger coursing through every vein. “why?”

loki’s eyes brim with tears. they spill over and slip down his face, around his sharp smile. “why not?”

thor’s hand drops. mjolnir slides from his grasp, hitting the stone floor with a sharp crack. “i should kill you…”

loki, free from mjolnir’s hold, eases upright. “what would be the fun in that, brother? surely you can think of far more interesting things to do with me…”

something coils in thor’s belly, hot and twisting, that goes straight to his cock, and it begins to stiffen, trapped beneath the heavy layers of his armor.

“perhaps,” loki purrs, “we should continue this conversation elsewhere?”

thor stares down at his brother. loki’s own cock tents his leathers.

“here,” thor growls, reaching under his chestplate and unlacing the leather cords of his trousers. “now.”

loki’s eyes sparkle as he offers thor a watery smile. “of course, brother mine.”

~

thor’s cock is heavy in his hand as he grips loki by the back of the head and pulls him close. “use your tongue for something worthwhile, brother.”

he ignores the soft gasps of people in the hall. loki’s mouth is hot and wet and familiar around his cock -- the rest of the room bleeds away to nothing.

loki grunts below him, and thor begins to fuck his mouth in earnest. “how does it feel, brother?” he asks, “to be back where you belong?”

loki only moans around his mouthful and sucks harder. he looks up at thor, green irises blown black.

“i’ve missed it as well,” thor answers for him.

when he pushes loki off, he makes note to remember the open look of hunger on loki’s face. the slackness of his mouth, the lines of drool that slide down his lips and chin. “shall i fuck you now, loki?”

thor barely hears his brother’s breathy yes as he tugs at his leathers, pulling them off and shoving them away. then, he lies bare, legs spread like a wanton whore, cock red and stiff as it bobs against his belly.

thor spits on his hand and pulls loki to the edge of the settee; he gives no preamble before sinking two fingers deep into his brother’s hole.

“thor,” loki whines, high and loud. black lacquered nails scrape and dig into the meat of thor’s forearm. “give me you,” he pants.  

“why should i give you anything?”

“because you’ve never been able to refuse me.”

it’s the truth laid bare, and it makes thor’s heart ache. he retrieves his fingers from loki’s ass and replaces them with his cock, shoving it deep into his brother’s quivering body. it is tight and it burns and it is perfect.

loki’s legs lock around thor’s waist, gripping tight as thor fucks into him, heedless of the murmurs building around him. he cares not who sees; he cares for nothing but his brother - twice dead, now alive and clinging desperately.

thor leans in and grasps loki by the throat. drinks in the sounds of his brother’s mixed cries of pain and pleasure.

“more,” loki breathes. “more.”

“always so greedy, little brother…”

“yes…”

“look at your subjects, all-father. look at them as they watch you give in to your desire...give in to me.”

and loki does. he turns his head, grinning at crowd and uncaring of the filthy moans that spill from his mouth.

thor thrusts deep, grazing that precious bundle of nerves buried in his brother, and loki mewls. he pulls back until he slips free of his brother’s body, watching the way loki’s hole grasps at nothing, and then slams back inside, over and over, until he can see the tears fall freely from loki’s closed eyes.

then, he pulls out and flips his brother over. shoves his knees apart and lines himself up brother pushing in once again. loki cries out, voice wrecked.

“yes, brother,” thor encourages. “cry for me.”

another wails pours out of his brother, pushing thor ever closer to the edge.

“how long has it been, loki?” he asks. “since you were properly fucked?”

loki moans, face buried in the brocade of the settee.

“i suppose it doesn’t really matter. nothing will ever take the place of this, will it?” he drives in deep to make his point, delighting in the sound of loki’s ragged weeping.

“thor, please.”

thor chuckles, a smug grin curling at one corner of his mouth. "you never beg so beautifully as when you're on my cock. let me hear you, brother."

"thor, please! i need it, brother! please!"

"oh, i have missed this," thor replies, hips stuttering as he comes. he withdraws for a moment, jerking himself off roughly as ropes of seed splatter onto his brother's red, puffy hole.

then, he shoves back in, pulling the cum in with him -- and continues to fuck until loki finally breaks apart beneath him, grasping his own cock and wringing it roughly as cum fountains out of him.

they collapse, unceremoniously, on the settee together. a sweaty, sticky heap of skin and seed.

thor opens his eyes and looks about him. the haze of lust is cooling, and for the first time, he can truly see the crowd around them. they look...delighted.

“what is happening here, loki?”

loki laughs softly. “you should know as well as i that our people have always enjoyed a good spectacle…” he runs his finger along thor’s exposed thigh. “...and many have yearned to see the legendary prowess of the golden prince of asgard up close. this is quite the event.”

thor sits up, a chill creeping over his skin. “you...you knew i had returned.”

“of course, brother. did you really think it would be so easy to slip in without my notice?” loki rises from his seat, still bare from the waist down. with a few wisps of greenish vapor from his fingertips, another outfit, a deep blue suit of leather armor with golden accents, wraps itself around his taut frame. he looks at the people gathered around.

“my friends,” loki says, a clever smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. “let us go to the dining hall and enjoy the feast that has been prepared for our beloved prince’s...glorious return!”

Draco tried racking his brain of any place she could be, but he had already searched half the grounds.

“You don’t think-“ Blaise started saying to Theo.

“Stop. She’s fine we’ll find her.” Blaise just nodded.

Pansy’s face dropped as she faced the door.

“Draco.” She said barely audible.

Draco whirled around.

Ginny and Neville we’re carrying a person on a cot. Both their faces were stained with tears and they avoided looking Draco in the eyes.

It could be anyone, Draco tried to trick himself into thinking that but the hair falling of the cot and the wand barely in the girls hand was indistinguishable.

Draco started to run towards the pair, his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Draco I’m so sorry.” Ginny said finally looking up at the boy after laying the girl down.

The sight was horrifying, around fifty bodies scattered in a room that once held such innocence some of the bodies belonging to such young children.

Draco didn’t look at Ginny, or at Lavender Brown’s corpse that laid next to her’s his eyes were transfixed on the girls form that was covered by a thin blanket.

He fell to his knees next to her and with a shaking hand lifted the blanket to see her face.

He let out a sob as he saw her face. She looked so peaceful as if she were sleeping.

Draco didn’t sense the people that joined him around the girl he just held her against him and he closed his eyes trying to wake himself up from whatever nightmare he was in.

He didn’t want to live in a world where y/n y/l/n wasn’t alive.

“What happened.” Blaise choked out through sobs.

Ginny’s expression went from sorrow to pure rage.

She pulled out a note that was soaked in blood.

The words were barely legible but they would haunt Draco to his grave.

I did you a favor - auntie bella

Draco could barely process the conversation around him as he shook with rage.

It was his own fault, he should have kept his distance or made some attempt at keeping their relationship a secret.

He knew he would put her in danger, yet he had been so selfish. And now she was dead because of it.

“Where is she.” Draco finally said.

“My mother killed her.” Ginny said

He wished he had been able to kill her, he hoped wherever she went after her death it would be horrible. Bellatrix Lestrange was not deserving of a peaceful eternity.

Draco held y/n for much longer. His friends slowly left his side bidding their goodbyes but he stayed.

He was the last one to leave the great hall.

-

It had been weeks and the pain was still fresh.

He had refused to go back to the Malfoy Manor, he had been staying at Blaise’s since the war.

“Draco sweetheart, you are very much welcome here but you’re Father is worried about you. I think you should go see him.” Ms.Zabini said as the butler served breakfast.

“Thank you for your concern Ms.Zabini, but I do not plan on speaking to him.” She nodded letting the boy sit in silence as he did.

His Father had dragged them all into that mess and allowed Bellatrix to live with them even after his mother’s warnings, he was just as guilty as she was for all he cared.

Blaise kept looking up at Draco occasionally as if debating whether he should speak.

Draco had been there for weeks yet they barely spoke, Draco had just been shut in one of the vacant rooms of the manor rarely leaving.

His friends would come and go from the manor trying to talk to him but Draco was rarely able to reply .

By the time the funeral came around Draco had finally come to terms with what had happened. 

He felt as if all of hogwarts there. He wouldn’t have been surprised, she was well loved by your housemates and the other houses often called her the nicest slytherin. 

Draco didn’t speak at the funeral,  because no words could explain how much he loved her and how undeserving she was of what had happened to her.

His friends all spoke along with some members of the DA, she had affected so many lives thought that didn’t surprise him. 

It got better overtime, eventually he began to talk and on occasion he would go out for groceries with Blaise.

One time he went to tea with Ginny and Padma where they cried over their lost friend. 

They had hung her portrait up in Hogwarts, Ginny claimed it was a painting of you in your Slytherin robes and under it was a plaque that said Y/N Y/L/N : DA Member. Draco was grateful for that, he wanted people to remember her for the hero that she was not the Death Eater her parents tried to make her into.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at the painting, even if he would be able to talk to you he knew he wouldn’t be ready.

-

Draco stood in Hogwarts for the first time in the year since the war.

Blaise, Theo, Daphne and Pansy stood next to him.

“I’m going to go for a walk.” Draco said quietly they nodded letting him go on his own.

Draco wandered the halls every corner. every alcove reminded him of her. 

He didn’t know how but he ended up in an empty corridor.

He knew that mirror, Mirror of Erised. He hesitated before walking up to the mirror, he knew exactly what he would see and he was dying to see another glimpse of her but he also knew that the mirror could drive people insane.

Yet he walked up to it anyways.

He saw her. They both looked older and were next to each other, her head was rested against him and his arm was wrapped around her but the thing that broke his heart was the little boy at their feet holding on to each of their legs.

That could’ve been his life, he could’ve lived his happy ever after. Y/N could have lived her happy ever after.

Draco wasn’t sure how long he had been there but it must have been longer than he thought because his friends had joined him at his side. He knew that they all saw something similar to what he did, her among them. 

He wasn’t wrong, they didn’t all see the small boy at their feet like Draco did but they all saw her smile.

The five stood in front of the mirror crying as they clung to each other.

“She wouldn’t have wanted us to mourn her like this.” Daphne said wiping her tears away. Slowly they trickled off away from the mirror making promises to see each other the next day.

Before Draco left the castle he found the painting, she was in her Slytherin robes smiling widely.

“Draco?” The painting called out.

“Hi Y/N.” He said holding back sobs.

“I was wondering when you would come see me.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“It wasn’t your fault.” Draco had the feeling she wasn’t talking about his late visit anymore.

“I love you.” He choked out.

“I know.” She said. “I need you to make me a promise.”

“Anything.”

“Don’t come back here until you’re better.” She said. “You need to move on, you can’t stop living because I did.”

He had expected she would say something like that but that didn’t make it any easier.

“I promise.” He choked out. “I miss you so much.”

“I know Draco.”

“if suna asks ya about this, i only showed ya to convince ya i’m not cheatin’ on ya with some other girl because ya found a hairtie in my room. got it?”

“i didn’t think you were cheating-”

“details aren’t important. pinky promise.”

“a-ah. okay then, i promise.”

“good.” he scoots nearer to you before showing you a photo on his phone, mock seriousness on his face as he urges you to stop laughing, but even he can’t contain his giggles when his eyes accidentally meet the screen again. 

“what the hell is this,” you manage to gasp out between a fit of giggles, wiping away tears as he tries to stifle his laughter. 

it’s a picture of osamu and suna with their hair tied up in small twintails, bunched up and decorated with brightly color hair clips. osamu almost looks proud, ghost of a smirk hanging on his lips while suna looks less than happy about the arrangement, a look of pure desperation on his face.

“the team came over last friday. suna and ‘samu lost a bet,” atsumu explains, snickering escalating into howls as you reach over to zoom onto osamu’s face and then suna’s, taking great delight in how funny they looked with the girly accessories in their hair. 

“wasn’t my fault that i showed ya, alright? if suna ever finds out about this, that is,” he says, a pleading look in his eyes.

“gotcha. he’s usually very nice to me anyways,” you laugh, leaning in to kiss the pout off his lips.

“that’s not fair. yer mine, not his.” 

“i think he’s well aware. maybe he just likes me better ‘cause i’m cooler than you.” 

“babeeeee.”

“just kidding. i love you the most,” you coo, cupping his face in your hands and smiling giddily. “i bet you’d look super cute with your hair tied up too.” 

“’course i would,” he retorts smugly, “i’ll let ya try if ya want.” 

“really? i might mess up your hair though.”