#request imagine

“Unfortunately,” I remarked and he jumped at me. Causing my back to collide with the soft sheets of his bed in a pit of laughter. He’s tickling my sides mercilessly and I’m a squirming mess under him.

He knows just what part of me to hold when we’re cuddling, just how he should caress my hair when I’m down and on top of that, which part of my body I tickle the most. 

“Stop- Stop it Dray!” I yelled trying to sound stern between my loud laughter and when he’s had enough he hovered on top of me with an uncontrollable grin. I collect my breath and gazes into his eyes. They were the first thing to draw me to him. I met them in the battle of Hogwarts and I got curious.

He was a puzzle I urged to solve that day and in the process of uncovering him like a secret, I fell. Fate was kind enough to make him fall for me too. I continued watching him, memorizing every inch of his face.

“I love you,” I whispered with a grin and he seemed to be in a trance, trailing his eyes down to my lips from my eyes but it swiftly met my eyes again. 

“I love you too,” He whispered back before lowering his head and locks his lips with mine. I replied right away. The kiss was soft and warm, giving me all kinds of butterflies in my stomach. My heart picked up it’s pace. It’s always like this when I kiss Draco.

Slowly the kiss shifted and it got more heated. His teeth had my bottom lip between them when he slowly pulled away, not releasing my eyes from his gaze and I pushed myself up to roll off his bed and got on my feet.

“I gotta go do my rounds Mr.Head Boy.” I called out, looked over my shoulder and saw disappointment flashed in his face and chuckled. “They’re with you so fix yourself.” 

I followed my own words, fixing my tie and buttoning my top two buttons. I straightened my robes and when I turned he was ready looking proper. He offered me his hand and I scoff playfully.

“Shall we, Miss Head Girl?” He asks with a small bow and I slip my hand in his. When we walked down the stairs of our shared dorm as Headgirl and boy I leaned into him to whisper.

“We are to be examples so keep those hands to yourself Mr.Malfoy,” I hissed under my breath and he just threw a smirk my way. A silent remark that he’s not even gonna give an inch of effort to do just as I said.

Why did I not see this coming?

N.E.W.Ts. The worst fucking thing in the planet right now. I got Head Girl duties, friends to socialize with, boyfriend to pay attention to (cause he demands it daily),attend classes and do my homeworks.

I just have so much on my plate and I’m an inch away from breaking down because it’s all too much. How did I fool myself into thinking I’ll be able to handle it? 

The N.E.W.Ts finally got to me and I’m now curled up in my room with my blanket wrapped around me and I didn’t even bother looking up when my door opened to reveal Draco with worried eyes. I looked away.

He carefully approached me til he was sat on my bed and I looked up to glare at him. “Go away,” I said in a monotone voice, I don’t have it in me to yell at him but I am so pissed at everything. He’s included.

“Is this the PMS thing again?” He asked softly and I wished I wasn’t a blanket burrito because I so badly wanna hit him with a pillow but I remained in my spot glaring daggers at his handsome face.

“No. I just wanna drop out of Hogwarts,” I replied in the same tone, I watched his jaw clenched. “And live the rest of my life as a burrito.” I bet this pureblood doesn’t even know what a burrito is!

His jaw relaxed and he began to chuckle. “Then how about me?” He teased and I wasn’t fazed a bit. I still hate the world right now and he lives in it.

“What about you? Forget you, I’m a burrito now.” I rolled to turn my back on him and I felt his arm wrap around my waist part, I can’t really tell , I’m a burrito. He pressed his chin to the top of my head with a wistful sigh, thinly veiling his amusement at my break down.

“I guess my girlfriend is a burrito, whatever that is.” He softly spoke and I pout. He really doesn’t know which means he haven’t eaten such delicacy!

“You’re an idiot,” I replied flatly.

“I know, but you love me.” He exclaimed rather proudly and I hate myself for smiling. I’m supposed to be all mad and pouty. 

“Yeah I do.” I whispered mostly to myself.

“And I love you too.” I felt his arms around me pull me closer to him. “Even if you’re so weird and crazy sometimes.” I rolled my eyes. He’s an utter idiot and I keep up with him. But he’s right, I love him aside knowing he started to fight on the other side of the war. He belonged to the people who killed everyone I have ever loved and I managed to look past that because he’s my Draco.

Very much pregnant, two and a half weeks in. You felt morning sickness and a dislike towards alcohol, finding its smell horrible. Anything you ate, you threw up and you soon called your mum. She's the one you trust in any question you have, always has been. So you called her and told her what's been happening and she broke you the news of being pregnant.

Her words burned on your lips which you nibbled at afterwards, after the phone call had ended. You stood in your kitchen, thinking of the consequences, thinking of what to do, what would he say... What would Roger say? What would he do? You booked an appointment immediately after having our doubts, having split thoughts about being pregnant. But you were, you found that out that same day, hours after.

Certainly, a three month relationship isn't a lot, and a child too soon for that, but... You weren't sure of Roger's response, but you were very sure that you loved him like no one else. He was a sure one for you, his looks and reputation might not promise that, but you know who he is. 

Yet here you are. Abandoned by the man you thought you loved most of all, the man you thought gave you the same amount of love. The one you thought wouldn't leave you, wouldn't deny you, wouldn't do... what he did. Maybe you should have just not told him, make up lies and run away when your stomach got too fat. But you didn't, and in time, you'll realise that it was the right choice to make.

“Hi, Roger.” You say sweetly to him, your hand around his neck already and twirling the ends of his blonde strands. He smiles at you and kisses your lips with the same smile, making you giggle. His nose touches yours softly, and you kiss the tip of it. Strangely shaped, his nose. A round form, but the pointiest tip at the end. Always reminded you of a little birdie.

“Hi, my love.” He says, slowly blinking. “Have a good day?” The conversation with your mum you had echoes in your mind and the doctor's appointment of last night flashes by, but you nod. 

“Do you mind... sitting down?” You ask. Roger furrows his eyebrows and turns his head slightly. “I have something to tell you.” He nods then, and walks over to the kitchen table, taking a seat at one of the chairs. 

Roger reaches his arm out to you, pouting and you giggle, blushing and trying to shake the stress out of your body. You walk over to him and take his hand in yours. He can feel that you're a bit shaky by holding your nervous fingers between his. Roger looks up at you and you sigh heavily.

“I only found out last night that...” you trail off. Your facial expression changes between a nervous smile and a frown as you try to bring your lips to say the fatal words. “R-Roger, I'm pregnant.” You finally say, maybe in a voice bit too harsh, as you look in his eyes.

You feel his hand loosening on yours as his reaction to your words. You lose his eyes as he looks down. Roger makes no sound. He's completely silent, and you know very well it's not like him at all to be silent. If he is so, then there's something truly wrong or he's deep into thinking. This must be the first and the latter. 

You don't move an inch and honestly, you start to feel very uncomfortable in standing and waiting. Roger lets go of your hand, and it drops by your side. You watch him, and your eyes have started to burn from doing so. it's painful, it's unbearable, and you're impatient. You just need him to tell you an exact answer, you can't face silence or ignoring. You never have.

“Roger—”

“You can't be.” He says so quietly you thought you'd dreamt it due to your zest to hear an answer. You furrow your eyebrows and tilt your head down to him slightly. You don't want to look into his eyes, but you do, as well. You don't want to seem to obvious about it. 

It takes a while for you to manage a reply, and when you do, you speak quietly, as well. “I am.” You whisper. When you don't hear an answer, you can't hide your curiosity anymore. “Roger, what's wrong?”

He looks at you, and for the first time, you can't read his face, you can't read any emotion off it, or feeling. “What's wrong?” He repeats in a shaky and mock-ful voice. “You're pregnant is what's wrong.” He says and you draw in a breath. Did he really...

Tears gather in your eyes and you step away, Roger watching you as you do, not moving an inch, not changing his facial expression. He doesn't even want to apologise. He doesn't think what he said was wrong. He doesn't—”You don't want a child?” You ask in a shocked whisper. 

“So you're keeping it?” He asks back, tilting his head to the side.

“Of course I am!” You reply. “It's out baby, Roger. I want to keep our child... I want to have your child.” You admit, and though you feel like Roger wants you to feel shame for that, you don't. 

“Well, you can't.” He shakes his head and looks away, but then quickly back at you. “I've been making money and we can afford... not having it.”

You don't hesitate to let out a gasp from the shock, your hand shooting up to your face. “You can not make decisions for me just because it's your money.” You say to him, angrier. “And couldn't that money be saved for the baby?”

“No.” Roger says, shaking his head quickly. “Absolutely not.” He assures you and you cry out, tears falling down your cheeks. 

“You'd kill an unborn child because—“ you tell him in a questioning manner but halt when you realise you haven't got a reason. “Why don't you want to have a child?”

“Y/N, we're not serious!” Roger exclaims. “We've only been together for three months and I don't want to have a child with just a fling!” He stands up now, taking a few steps over to you, and you gasp again, followed by a cry. You immediately step back from him and his angry form, grasping the kitchen counter. 

“Just a fling...” you whisper. It goes around in your mind in a loop until the words get too loud for your liking. You sniffle and wipe your face. With tears in your eyes, you face Roger and look at him, trying to straighten your back confidently. You want to shout at him so much, let all your anger and confusion out. But you don't want a shouting match. “Right. So if I'm just a fling, it won't matter to you that I raise this baby alone and without a father, and leave you now? Right?” You ask, expecting a real response, but Roger only watches you. “You'll feel just as alone soon as I do now, Roger. Just a fling...” you mutter again and look down. “Just a fling who is willing to have your baby. I'm just a fling who has supported you more than anyone. Just a fling who loves you.” The words leave your mouth quicker than you can register, but you don't really care that they're out in front of him. They should be, because it's the truth. Even if he was ready for abortion—would he have thought that you two could be together after that?—and even if he doesn't want a baby at all, the words are still true. You love him. 

Roger visibly freezes at that, and sighs quietly. “I didn't know you felt that way...” He admits, and you throw your hand at him. 

“Doesn't matter anymore. I don't need your pity.” You say and walk past him, wanting to walk further into his apartment. You stop and look at him. A smile stretches your face. “I'll pack my bags and be going, alright?”

There's not a hint of sarcasm in your voice, and it surprises the drummer. You have the most genuine voice and smile as you speak, and then walk further into his apartment. As if you two had a regular conversation, like you did day to day. Like nothing just happened, like he didn't just reject a child from you, like you didn't just confess your love to him. And now he knows. 

It's nothing serious. Nothing meaningful. Just like he thought your relationship was. Three months. That's nothing, right? Nothing that important. Just like this little argument. Nothing to fuss about, nothing major that should cost worry or stress or crying over. It didn't mean anything, and still doesn't. Right?

You pack two bags of all your stuff calmly, although tears are burning your cheeks and rolling down them. You say nothing, you don't make a sound. You fight off all the memories that come back with each little thing you pick up in your hand. What's done is done, you've said what you wanted, you've got your answer. Now you go back to your flat and figure out what to do next. But that's only when you get there, no need to think about it now. 

Roger sits in the kitchen with a beer in hand, listening to your footsteps padding on his apartment's floor. He's thinking if he said the right words. He told you the truth, but it would have been better if he lied? You hate lying and liars, and Roger very well knows that. He promised he wouldn't lie to you, but he also promised that he wouldn't hurt you. And now look at where you are.

A pregnancy was what it took for a seemingly wonderful three-month relationship to fall apart. You never thought this would be it. You didn't want this to be it. You wanted for this to be a happy evening full of love and dreams for the future. Now you can only think of nightmares and misunderstanding and doubts. That's what is waiting for you now.

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Professor Slughorn, who was very aware of your condition, let out a tired sigh. "I know that, Miss (y/l/n), but that sadly doesn't change the fact that none of your potions turn out the way they ought to."

"But that's not my fault!" you argued, your tone fiercer than it was wise.

"I know that. But I'm afraid I can't give a good mark for this potion. In all honesty-" He paused. "It's a disaster."

You huffed. "Well, what am I supposed to do? It's not exactly something I can help."

Slughorn hesitated, looking at you with uncertainty in his small eyes while you stared at him with an angry frown on your face.

"I'm going to pair you up with one of your classmates, so you have someone to help you, alright, Miss (y/l/n)?"

You shrugged and crossed your arms in front of your chest, your eyebrows still knitted together. "Okay. And what about the exam?"

"I give you permission to ask me about the potion's colour. Just the colour and nothing else."

For a moment, you hesitated. "Alright."

Slughorn nodded, satisfied. "Good. Perhaps I will pair you up with Miss Evans. She's very talented and I'm sure would be more than happy to help you out. Until then, I believe you have an essay to complete."

Sighing, you dropped your arms. "Yes, sir."

When you entered the potions classroom a few days later, your mood was worse than it had been the entire week. You loved Lily and she was your friend and you knew it would be a lot of fun working with her, but even with Lily... You weren't particularly keen on someone looking over your shoulder the entire lesson and checking on you like you were some five-year-old to take by the hand.

Grumpy, you walked up to your usual seat and started to unpack your stuff. Around you, other Gryffindors and Slytherins entered the classroom and did the same and quickly the easy chatter began to fill the air. Professor Slughorn swooped in, smiling and greeting you as usual, before he stepped behind his desk and set down his shiny leather bag.

"Hello students, I hope you are all feeling well today," he said, his face red from the walk. "For this lesson I will ask you to please prepare the potion on page one-hundred-seventy-five. Miss (y/l/n) and Mr Black, please come to the front table."

You stared and blinked. Seriously? Not only had you been paired up with the most condescending bloke in the entire class, you had also been called to the front like some first-year the teacher wanted to keep a close eye on. What did you have to do to prove to him that you were perfectly capable of handling yourself?

Your eyebrows knitted in a tight line, you piled your things into your arms and slung the bag over your shoulder. Sirius across the room was doing the same thing, seemingly not to pleased to be seperated from James, and when the two of you met at the front table, the confrontation was unevitable.

"Hi," he said.

You forced a smile on your face. "Hi."

"Slughorn said something about you needing my help..."

"Barely." You slammed the book onto the table. Sirius raised his eyebrows. "I'm colourblind, Sirius. You know what that means?"

"That you can't see colours?"

"Smart boy."

"Haha."

"I need you to tell me what colour the potions is and when it's changing. Otherwise I don't know when to add the next ingredient."

"Oh, okay. Shouldn't be too hard."

"No, but you have to pay attention or the whole thing is going to blow up into our faces."

"I think I can handle it."

"Good." You opened the book and the correct page and started skimming the recipe. It was complicated, but you were hopeful that with Sirius' help you'd be able to make it. He was, after all, not that bad in Potions himself.

You let out a small sigh. "I'm sorry," you said. Sirius looked at you, curiosity written on his face. "It's just... My mark really depends on this. I've butched so many potions already and if I don't get the hang of this soon-"

"Hey, (y/n)." You looked up to see Sirius smiling encouragingly at you. "Don't worry. With me by your side, you'll ace this."

You rolled your eyes, a grin ghosting over your face. "I hope for your sake that that's true."

Working with Sirius was surprisingly easy and as you slowly progressed, you began to understand why he managed to get such good marks with barely any studying. He was a natural. Despite his love for pranks and foolishness, he knew exactly what had to be done and how to do it. You found yourself falling into a steady pace beside him, chopping, crushing, squeezing as one with barely having to discuss it.

"So," said Sirius after a while of quietly chopping up caterpillars, "what do you see if you don't see colours?"

You threw him a glance. "Um... My optician back at home says I see the world in different shades of grey."

"What's an optician?"

"It's a muggle doctor that checks your eyes."

"Can't they give you some sort of special glasses that make you see colours?"

You laughed loudly. "No, they can't, sadly."

"And Madame Pomfrey?"

"I don't think she has any, either," you grinned and gathered the caterpillar pieces into your hand while Sirius took the cauldron of the fire.

"Is it turning green?"

He gazed into the cauldron, blinking to protect his eyes from the hot steam. "Yeah," he said after a short while. "But we'd best wait a few more moments."

You shrugged. "Whatever you say."

"So there's no cure for colourblindness?" Sirius asked.

You shook your head. "No. But it's not that bad, really."

"But you're missing so much!" he argued. "The world would be so boring if there were only greys."

"Yes, but only if you knew colours other than grey before that," you said. "What most people don't understand is that I can't miss all those colours because I have never seen them before. My world is as vibrant for me as yours is for you."

For a moment, Sirius simply stared at you. Then, he said, "I hadn't thought about it that way."

You gave him a small smile and shrugged half-heartedly. "It's okay. Most people don't."

"But still, you have no idea what you're missing!"

You smiled sadly. "Yeah, that's true. I have no idea what a ripe red apple is supposed to look like. I have no idea what fresh green grass looks like. I have no idea what a clear blue summer's sky-"

"It's green," Sirius interrupted. You gazed into the cauldron; it had taken on a different shade but if it weren't for Sirius, you wouldn't have been able to determine if it was actually green, no less the correct shade.

Gathering up the caterpillar pieces in your hand, you carefully sprinkled them into the potion, and when there were none left, Sirius took up the label and began to stir. You fell into silence.

"You were saying something about a clear blue summer's sky," said Sirius suddenly, his eyes fixed on the steaming potion.

You blinked. "Oh, uh, yeah." You cleared your throat. "I guess it would be nice to be able to see colours but..." Shrugging, you picked up the small knife again. "It doesn't matter. I can't help it, anyways."

You reached for the next ingredient while you waited for an answer – but none came. A thick silence stretched out, only interrupted by the dull chop chop chop of the knife against the already strongly battered wooden board. You kept your gaze stubbornly knife, but you felt both your unspoken thoughts heavy in the air. You took a deep breath and looked up to find Sirius' eyes burning into you – and suddenly you felt the need to know which colour they were.

"What's the matter?"

"I'm just ... trying to think of a way to describe them to you."

You breathed a laugh. "That's very sweet of you, but ... you can't. It's impossible."

"You'd be surprised to find out how many times I've done the impossible."

You grinned up at him. "If you actually found a way to describe colours to me, I'd be more than impressed."

His eyes glittered. "Challenge accepted."

You rolled your eyes, involuntarily smiling. "How's the potion?"

He glanced into the cauldron, his dark hair casually falling into his forehead. "Perfectly fine. Time for the roots, though."

With Sirius' help you managed to complete the potion without any complications and when Slughorn gazed into your cauldron at the end of the class, his face broke into a delighted smile. "Miss (y/l/n)! Excellent work! I see pairing you with Mr Black has truly payed off. And, if you don't mind me saying that, breaking you up with Mr Potter has certainly done you favours as well," he added with a wink to Sirius who simply rolled his eyes.

"Well, it did turn out better than expected," you admitted, eyeing Sirius pensively.

"In that case, you will be working together for the rest of the year," said Slughorn. "I assume that is alright with you?"

You threw each other a glance. Sirius shrugged. "Fine with me," he said.

Slughorn clapped his hands together. "Perfect! And before I forget, ten points to each of you." He smiled and continued his walk among the rows of desks, leaving you beaming with joy.

"Told you we'd ace this."

"Hadn't expected it to work out this well, to be honest." You were still grinning widely, founding it hard to contain your victorious satisfaction.

"Don't insult me, (y/l/n). I am more than you think."

You looked at him. "Seems like it."

The bell rang, announcing the end of the lesson. Sirius slung his bag over his shoulder. "Well, then. Until next week, (y/n)."

"Yeah... Bye..." And you found your gaze following him as he joined James and left the classroom with him, your eyes glued to his figure until he left the view.

Until next week.

“Shay, what are you doing?” Shawn asked from in the shower, after hearing shuffling around in the bathroom. There was no response, just the sound of the water from the sink running so he peaked out to get a visual. 

“Brushing my teeth.” Shayla replied after she had spit the toothpaste out her mouth, even though an answer was no longer needed. “You done showering?”

“Yeah. Just washing the soap off...” He replied. Before he knew it, Shayla was completely naked and getting in the shower with him.

“Changed your mind, eh?” He smirked, admiring her body as she grabbed the shampoo bottle.

“Hey! Don’t get too excited. I’m just trying to hurry up and shower.” Shayla laughed, putting the bottle down and lathering it in her hair. Shawn pulled her close and started kissing on her neck. Shayla giggled as she tried to pull him off of her, her hands slipping off him in the process.

“We both know that’s not true.” He laughed, holding her flailing arms and pulling her close.

“Stop!” She yelped through a fit of laughter. “I’m serious. We don’t have time-”

“We got plenty of time!”

“AHH, shampoo in my eyes!” She whined. “SHAWN!” She huffed, trying to rinse it out. “It burns so bad!”

“Aw! I’m sorry...” Shawn replied a little too concerned. Definitely the Canadian in him. He was shocked, in a stand-still, feeling bad for what had happened.

“I’m kidding!” She laughed.

“Oh!? You-” He laughed and was about to call her something but she cut him off.

 “-But I got you to stop!” She laughed, cupping his adorable face as he stared at her.

“Oh yeah?” He nodded with a mischievous smile on his face.

“Ye-!” She squealed as he attacked her with kisses she couldn’t fight off and, truth be told, she no longer wanted to.

“Hurry up, Shawn! We’re already late.” Shayla whined in a panic as she shuffled around in the bedroom next door, putting together her wedding ensemble.

“Be right there!” He sighed to himself, nerves coursing through him. Shayla wasn’t aware of this but Shawn had engagement plans of his own. He ran it by his family first of course, but tonight was the night. He was going to ask her to marry him, after the ceremony...

~ ♡ To be continued? ♡ ~

Very few people know that in college you minored in astrology, you always loved the stars and wanted to study them, but sadly your work in the city drowned them out, so you never got to see them. After weeks of research you finally found out where a meteor show was happening near Detroit, you thought why not take your boyfriend out to the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night and watch something that you loved. Now here you were, car packed with blankets and food, sitting in your boyfriend’s driveway. You were internally hitting your head on the steering wheel waiting for him to get out of the house but he texted you saying “stay in the car I’ll be out in a bit”, in a bit your ass, the man took longer than Mooch in the White House to get ready. 

When he finally strolled out his front door you poked your head out the window, “babe in a bit does not mean when i’m already a grandmother,” you chirped, he laughed as he opened the door, his eyes lit up and smirk giving a look you know too well at this point. You punched his shoulder lightly, “you nasty!” that got him howling with laughter as you backed out of the driveway and onto a dirt road.

“Babe not that I don’t trust you, and I do, but you aren’t going to kill me are you”? he asked looking out the window to the open fields surrounding the car, you rolled your eyes and shook your head at his antics.

“No I have a surprise you dork,” you said, pulling into an empty field you turned the car off and started taking the blankets out the back. Gustav followed your lead and started setting the blankets up, anchoring them down with the picnic basket you had. When you finally set up you laid down, patting the spot next to  you to invite Gus to do the same, the giant plopped down next to you, putting his arm underneath your head before laying on his back.

“so you want to tell me why we’re in the middle of nowhere älskling“? he said staring at the side of your face, and not to your knowledge, lovingly.