harry potter took over my life

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but to preface this, i am a HUGE marauders fan. like big time. i haven’t written for them but they are my boys and i am severely emotionally attached to them.

and this week i saw the cursed child on broadway and if you DONT want SPOILERS then STOP READING RIGHT NOW….

anyways. so i saw it live on broadway and there’s a scene where they go back in time w the time turners and harry and ginny are there with scorpius and albus severus and draco and hermione and ron and they have to watch Voldemort kill james and lily. and in the crowd the audio of them dying is playing and when james died i started crying so bad and THEN lily is being killed and harry falls to his knees on stage like sobbing and i’m sobbing and y’all it was so sad.

the show was fantastic though like unbelievable. so great. seeing Voldemort in person though was SO trippy bc homeboy walked through the audience and ngl i got scared for a sec.

i wanted to pop in and say hi, i’ve got some works in progress that i’m trying to get done i’ve just been so busy lately but i’m trying to get back on track with my writing.

we recently reached 60 followers which is so freaking awesome holy crap. so i wanted to say hi to all of you and let you know that i would LOVE requests, or if you guys just want to send in random stuff and talk about life and everything, i would love to do that.

harry potter x fem! reader

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word count : 3.4k

warnings : daddy issues, crying, angst, loneliness, father/daughter arguments, fluff, let me know if i missed something

summary : the reader is snapes daughter, he was never fully present and never fully showed her love, and it didn’t help that all of her peers refused to give her a chance because they all thought she was just like him, until harry potter realizes there’s more to her

A/N : so sorry i haven’t been active in so long, school has been kicking my butt. this was so fun to write though and i know it seems like i’m always writing characters that are related to pre existing characters but i swear i have different stuff coming. also if there are spelling mistakes i’m sorry i tried to get this out soon so i didn’t do as many proof reads as usual

y/n snape was her fathers biggest disappointment and longest regret. she was everything he resented. a young gryffindor and, she wasn’t lily potter’s. she was a constant reminder to him that he could never have who he wanted and instead he was stuck with a version of a one night stand he never cared about. he always thought if he were to have a daughter it would be with lily. but no. y/n showed up on his doorstep as a baby with a note from her mother saying she couldn’t take care of her and he was the father. a muggle DNA test did confirm that she was telling the truth. all of these factors lead to snape being the kind of father who did not neglect a child financially or materialistically, but did neglect a child emotionally, developmentally, and mentally. he did not like her and it showed. he treated her as if she were a burden, one that he longed not to carry, but that he had to none the less.

despite being a disappointment to her father and never being allowed to forget it, y/n snape was kind. she was an enigma, not just to those at hogwarts, but to herself. she knew her personality did not match her upbringing and, and she knew it definitely did not come from the man whom she shared 23 chromosomes with. she knew that most people who were hated by the one person they wanted love from their whole lives didn’t turn out to be lovely people. she knew that most people with daddy issues defined themselves by it and made it their personal permanent problem that their fathers didn’t love them correctly. she however did not do that. from the time she was a child she could not care any less what her father thought of her. she knew she was more than what he said she was. and she wasn’t going to let him get to her, which ultimately got to him more than anything. she was good hearted, intelligent, brave, and charismatic. however this didn’t stop people from judging her based on her last name. the slytherins didnt like her because she wasn’t one of them, the ravenclaws were intimidated by her from the moment she was confirmed to be the greasy haired potions teachers daughter, the hufflepuffs feared her like they feared severus simply because they didn’t know better, and the gryffindors wouldn’t claim her because she wasn’t one of them either. all of this, simply because her last name was snape.

she sat in transfiguration listening intently and taking notes while mcgonagall taught. the only other person in the class of 5th years doing such was hermione. hermione was never openly rude to y/n nor was she scared of her, and y/n took this to heart. they weren’t friends and had barely ever spoken, but y/n still appreciated the neutral attitude nonetheless. the bell rung and she gathered her things before mcgonagall approached her.

“Ms. snape may i talk to you for a moment?” she hated that the teachers called students by their last names.

“of course, is everything alright?” the girl questioned

“everything is fine dear, it’s just that one of your fellow peers is falling a little bit behind in the class and i think it would help if he had study sessions with you during the week if you’re up for it” the professor answered

“of course i am, who is it?”

“Mr. potter, i’m afraid he gets distracted easily and this subject isn’t his strong suit” she explained while talking with her hands. y/n’s face fell a little. if there was anyone who had prejudged her more than anyone else, it was harry potter. she didn’t completely blame him, her father was horrible to him, but still.

“o-oh umm.. are you sure he would be okay with working with me? why not hermione?” she asked, hoping to find a way out of this

“i don’t like to pair up friends with friends, they tend to get distracted, and i think he would be thrilled to get the chance to get his grade up. i’ve told him i would find someone to help him so meet him in the library at 7:00 tonight after dinner” she said before smiling and clapping her hands. “good day Ms. snape” she said before walking away and into her office attached to her classroom.

y/n sat through dinner at the edge of the gryffindor table a few feet away from some first years. out of the corner of her eye she saw the golden trio laughing with each other, while seamus finnigan kept tossing carrots at dean thomas and neville longbottom. she’d seen the group of the other gryffindors have moments like this her whole life. she looked up to the staff table at her father who was speaking to umbridge, and she was filled with a sadness. sadness because she would never have what the other gryffindors would have. sadness because her last name had ruined her years at hogwarts. sadness because she would never have a relationship with her father who had never and would never give her a chance.

she walked into the library with her bag slung over her shoulder. she looked around for the boy with the messy hair and round glasses and spotted him at a table in a corner reading a book that was not about transfiguration.

“i don’t think that will be of much help to our study session” she said with a strained smile before sitting down across from him. his eyebrows furrowed and he looked slightly panicked.

“you’re the partner mcgonagall set me up with?” he asked. she nodded her head. after a moment of silence and him looking anywhere but her, while slowly nodding his head she asked

“is that a problem?” only with a slight attitude

“n-no no not at all, just not what i was expecting” he choked out

“right. well we’d better get started” she went through her bag to get her books out and he started at her.

“right right. umm you know, i know you’re busy so if you don’t want to do this i can get help from hermione and just tell mcgonagall that it was you” he said only slightly nervous. she stopped turning pages in her book and paused before looking at him.

“i’m not” he looked at her quizzically so she continued “busy. i’m not busy, i’ve caught up on all of my other work and i’ve gotten enough O.W.L. studying in, so i’m not busy.” she slammed the book closed and leaned after a pause. “why don’t you want to work with me?” her words subtly laced with anger. he looked in her eyes then looked away.

“i- i don’t know, it’s just well um” he stuttered

“it’s my father isn’t it” she blinked at him “you don’t like me simply because of my father, right?” he stared at her trying to find words to make this any better.

“it’s not that i don’t like you...” he trailed off

“you don’t trust me? you don’t think i’m smart? you think i’m evil like him?” she asked with raise eyebrows.

“did you just call your own father evil?” he sort of laughed out.

“well yes, he hates me and always has, he a jerk. i’m surprised you’d think i like him, he treats me worse than any of you” she said.

“i never thought about that, i just figured-“

“that i was just like him?” she cut him off

“well...”

“maybe if you all would have taken the chance to get to know me instead of assuming who i am you would have realized” she said slowly. you could hear in her voice that she was agitated. he didn’t know what to say. she looked at him and opened her book again. “let’s just get started” he nodded and opened his book. the rest of the study session was awkward and neither of them made eye contact. they went their separate ways and agreed to meet again in two days.

-

the next time they met it was civilized and professional. she made sure everything they talked about was about transfiguration. she didn’t want to talk about anything because she thought it wouldn’t be real. she thought he would just be talking to her out of guilt or pity and she wasn’t interested, so she kept it strictly educational.

harry however wanted to talk to her about anything other than transfiguration. after that first time they met he realized she was right, there was more to her. he had no idea what it was but for some reason he really wanted to. he wanted to know what made her smile, what music made her heart dance, what colors she wanted to paint her eyes, what she wanted to do with her life, what she thought about death and youth and the construct of time. he wanted to know so many things, and none of them out of pity or guilt, he wanted to know out of pure curiosity and infatuation.

the next two weeks were full of studying and talking only about transfiguration, much to harry’s dismay. he didn’t know how to change the subject no matter how much he wanted to. he had no idea how to talk to girls. especially ones he liked. although he didn’t even know he liked her, in his mind he just wanted to know more. he decided it was time to go for it, he couldn’t take any more talk about how dangerous transfiguring live animals could be. as they were about to go their separate ways leaving the library, he grabbed her wrist to turn her to face him before she walked away. she looked down at his hand

“listen, i was wondering if maybe you’d want to sit with me at lunch tomorrow? or breakfast, or dinner, or all three really” she looked at him, visibly confused

“i- umm yeah yeah sure” she replied. he smiled and let go of her wrist when he realized he’d been holding it the whole time.

-

when she walked into the great hall the next day she saw harry’s head tilt up and smile at her. she walked to him and sat on his left with hermione, ron, fred, and george across from her, ginny and dean to her right, and seamus and neville on harry’s other side. as she was sitting a chorus of slightly awkward hellos greeted her.

“everyone this is y/n, y/n this is..well everybody” harry said sweetly

“nice to formally meet you all” she said with an appreciative smile

“harry’s told me all about your transfiguration lessons, we need to study together sometime, i hear you’re a genius” hermione exclaimed excitedly

“i wouldn’t say genius, but i would love to study with you” y/n replied. she smiled at everyone as the conversations continued, everyone keeping her involved. they were kind, and she wondered what harry had told them. they were so warm. a feeling she never felt at home.

-

“what have you been doing associating with potter?” her father asked her. she was in his classroom looking for a book she’d left there. she rolled her eyes since her back was to him before she responded.

“i’ve just been tutoring him and transfiguration, it’s not a big deal” she explained as she turned to face him

“i saw you with his friends today, don’t lie to me” he sneered

“I’m not lying and what’s it to you anyway? it’s not like you care, and why do you hate him so much? he and his friends have been nothing but pleasant which has been a good change of pace for me, or do you want me to miserable during my hogwarts years like you were?” she quipped back at him. this was how conversations went between the two of them usually. the funny thing was, she had no attitude. she simply said what she had to say, but she was almost sweet while saying it, which was an oxymoron.

“i care because potter will corrupt you, i don’t like him because he thinks he can strut around here and get away with anything, and it’s not my fault you’re miserable” he replied

“it’s most definitely your fault” she muttered under her breath as she gathered her things, but before she could leave he raised his voice and blocked her path

“what did you say to me?” he asked angrily. he always got upset when she spoke under her breath at him

“i said it’s most definitely your fault. it’s your fault that i’m miserable. it’s your fault that no one likes me. it’s your fault i don’t fit into my own house, and it is most definitely your fault that i have never know a fathers love” she was obviously upset now. she stormed out of the room shoving past her dad and he just sighed and watched her leave. he couldn’t even be upset because she was right, he was annoyed because she finally voiced it.

in all their years of squabbling and fighting she never said something so true and painful. she only took quick jabs that were true but not as hurtful. it was more hurtful to her than to her father because once she said it, she had to accept the fact that it was true.

she went to the corroded hidden at the top of the school where she was sure no one would find her. people never came this way after dinner, and she knew because she spent quite a lot of time hiding out up there. she slid down the wall and cried. she laid her head down on her knees as she pulled them up to her chest. at the sound of footsteps her head shot up and her hands darted to dry her eyes, but she looked in the opposite direction of whoever was coming. she was surprised to hear his voice.

“y/n? a-are you okay?” harry’s voice was calm and cool, but if you listened hard enough you could hear the concern in her voice. he kneeled down next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.

“i-im fine, really, you can go back to what you were doing” she said with a quarter hearted smile. she couldn’t make it to half hearted. he shook his head and sat fully down right next to her.

“i’m not leaving unless you physically force me too” he turned his head and finally got a good look at her tear stained cheeks “do you want to talk about it?”

“you don’t have to do this” she said, looking at the floor

“i’m not doing anything except checking up on my friend”

“friend?” she asked with smirk

“absolutely” he said

“it’s just my dad” she explained while still holding eye contact with the boy

“care to elaborate?”

she explained the whole fight to him and he listened intently. it was nice for her, having someone that listened. he enjoyed hearing her open up but his heart broke for her when she talked about how her life at school had been sad. he hurt when she talked about her pain and how lonely and unloved she’d felt her whole life. that’s when he realized he liked her. he wanted to make it better, he wanted to make her feel loved and heard and seen and beautiful and so much more.

the next few nights were spent in that empty corridor. he showed her the marauders map so they could watch while they talked to make sure they didn’t get caught. she learned all about his life and it wasn’t that easy being harry potter. he learned all about her life and the things that made her smile, the music made her heart dance, the colors she wanted to paint her eyes, what she wanted to do with her life, what she thought about death and youth and the construct of time. he loved every minute of it.

he wasn’t the only one. she absolutely adored learning about him and his little quirks. she loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about quidditch and her heart broke for him when he spoke of life at privet drive. needless to say she was head over heels for the boy.

they spent meals together and the trio warmly welcomed her into the group after a few months of being friends. y/n and hermione became very close and ron loved having her around because he thought she was hilarious. she hadn’t talked to her father much, but when she did it was all about school or quidditch.

harry found her in the corridor on a thursday night reading.

“hello love” he said while sitting next to her. her heart leaped at the nick name.

“hey bub” she replied without looking up

“can talk to you something?” he said

“of course” she closed her book and turned to face him, crossing her legs

“this is probably going to be a little blunt but i want to get straight to the point ”she nodded at him “and if this is weird or awkward then just tell me to shut up and we’ll forget it and everything will go back to normal” she kept nodding “and it’s totally fine if that what you want, but y/n i really like you and i really want to kiss you and take you on a date an-“ she cut of his rambling with a kiss. he was startled at first but quickly leaned into it, deepening the kiss and putting his hans on her waist. they broke apart after a moment and stared at each other.

“that um- th- that yeah that’s where i was going with that” he stuttered out

“you’re cute when you ramble” he blushed.

-

they stayed up that whole night talking in the corridor before making their way to their dorms and giving one another a kiss goodnight. they went to bed that night separately but also as a couple. they walked into the great hall the next morning, hand in hand, as a couple. the whole school now knew that harry potter and y/n snape were, in fact, a couple. all of them were surprised but none as surprised as the black haired wizard at the staff table.

-

her father kept her after her potions class which he spent mocking and teasing harry, even more relentlessly than before.

“you’re not to see him anymore” he said simply to the girl. she scoffed

“you don’t get to decide that”

“actually i do, i’m your father” he sneered

“really? i had absolutely no idea, you sure as hell don’t act like it” she replied. she was confident today

“YOU WILL NOT SPEAK TO ME THAT WAY!” he bellowed. she didn’t even flinch. her face didn’t show a reaction and he sighed in frustration.

“can i leave now?” she asked monotonously

“no” he answered “you will not be with that boy and be my daughter, i will not allow it. if you are to live under my roof outside of this school, you will not see him.”

“then i’m done” she said. tears started to prick at her eyes

“what is that supposed to mean?”

“it means that i won’t live under your roof, i won’t be a financial burden anymore, i won’t be your daughter” he blinked at her “well it’s what you seem to want, you’ve always wanted me out of your house, it would be a weight lifted off of your shoulders”

“y/n stop this is nonsense”

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summary : summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count : 2.6k

warnings : mentions of abuse, fluff, angst, ron and hermione being in the outs which is a whole warning

A/N : sorry this out so late i’ve been so busy and i’m on this retreat but i’m so excited to get this part out and thank you so much for all the love on this series and we’re at 50 followers and i want to cry omg also if there are spelling mistakes i’m sorry

“hey princess” draco said while kissing the crown of my head before sitting down in the seat next to me in the back of the library. princess is still his favorite nick name for him a year after he called me that for the first time. i swear he says it 100 times a day. i’m not complaining.

“helloooo” i said smiling at him as he sat down.

“how was today? i heard snape gave you a hard time”

“oh you know the usual. he likes to remind harry and i that we’re not as important as the rest of the wizarding world thinks we are” i said light heartedly with a smile. snape actually used to be fond of me. i asked him why in my third year because he hated my brother so much and he explained by saying i reminded him of my mother. it was a soft side to snape that no one thought existed. all he said was that he knew her in their years at hogwarts but after harry told me about the memory he saw in the pensive i knew there was more to it. that was the same time he started giving me a harder time, treating me like the rest of the gryffindors, if not worse. i confronted him after class one day after he made a comment about harry and i, and he said i was becoming more like my father as i grew up. that’s what remus and sirius would tell me too. they said harry and i looked just like james, except for the eyes, but personality wise, he was all lily and i was all james. i stormed out of his class after that and any kind of friendship or comfort i found in that class dissipated and his past kindness became an afterthought.

draco and i spent the rest of the day in the library studying before we went to dinner. he still sat at the slytherin table during meals and i spent the time with harry and my best friends. although, today i’m sitting with just hermione so she’s not alone because harry sits with ron and hermione and ron are on the outs...again. it hasn’t happened a lot but it’s always about the same thing and they can’t even realize it. i wish they’d just get together already because i don’t know how much more “won won!!” i can take from lavender without punching her square in the jaw. and she really doesn’t like me. i think she doesn’t like any girl at hogwarts, as if they all pose a threat to her and won won’s relationship.

hermione looked down the table to see her leg on his lap while her hands moved up and down ron’s arm. he looked irritated. hermione chuckled loud enough so only i could hear.

“it’s funny that he picks the girl who doesn’t know not to mess with him while he’s eating” i laugh.

“the whole thing is ridiculous. i swear he can’t stand her anymore, it won’t last long, she’s way too clingy and they don’t mix well at all” she chuckled but i can tell it still hurts. “hey listen, he’s an idiot. one day he’ll realize how stupid he is and it’ll be him pining” she gave a half hearted smile. the whole thing has been hard for her. i hate to see her cry so much.

“yeah yeah, i just- i don’t know. i just can’t do this anymore.”

i nod along while she rants for the rest of dinner before we have to leave. afterwards she heads to the library and i head to the gryffindor common room for scheduled harry and ron time. it’s hard keeping up with school work, quidditch, prefect duties, and all my friends that can’t be around each other. i have to managed to spend time with draco away from harry and ron and hermione, but also spend time with hermione away from with harry and ron, and i also have to spend time with harry and ron without hermione or draco or lavender. it’s a mess. so now we’ve subconsciously gotten into a schedule. during breakfast i sit with draco and harry sits with hermione and ron is with lavender, if i’m in a class with gryffindors i sit with hermione, when i’m in a class without them, i sit with draco, at lunch i sit with harry and ron while hermione sits with ginny, during breaks i bounce between each of them depending on the day and whether or not i have quidditch, and before dinner i’m in the library with draco, during dinner i sit with hermione, and afterwards i hang out with harry and ron, and after that it’s cuddling with draco. it’s exhausting. not the cuddling part, that’s pretty great. everything else is just so confusing and it doesn’t give me a second to breath until the end of the night. but if i’m being honest, everything distracts me from thinking about sirius or cedric or anything along those lines. so i’m not really complaining.

i’m plopped down on the couch on the verge of passing out while ron and harry talk about harry’s potions book. i’m complete zoned out until ron asks

“hey, you guys are coming for christmas right?” i totally forgot christmas existed. it was only a few days before break and i had no idea we were invited to the burrow.

“are we? i didn’t know that was an option” harry said. he looked at me as if asking if i was up for it or not. of course i was.

“well yeah of course, mom wants to give you guys the sweaters in person this year” ron said excitedly.

“i’m totally down, is charlie gonna be there? i wanna hear about the dragons” i say the last part with so much joy. i loved charlie. he was so cool. honestly i think i just loved the dragons but same thing. charlie and i always talked forever about his work whenever i was with his family.

“i’m not sure if he’s coming or not, but either way you’re going to be there, you don’t have a choice” ron said.

“that’s true. molly might just hunt us down if we don’t show up” harry said. ron nodding along pursing his lips. he didn’t lie.

-

i totally forgot to tell draco that i was going to be at the weasleys for christmas until today which is the day before we leave. we’re sitting cross crossed on my bed across from each other, hands tangling with each other’s, and talking about our day.

“okay so should i leave your christmas present here and spell so you can’t open it until the day of, or should we wait, or open them now, or...?” draco rambled.

“well i’m not gonna be here on christmas, harry and i are going to the burrrow” i said. his face showed his confusion and i remembered i forgot to tell him.

“since when? not complaining, it’s better than you being here by yourself but i’m positive fred has always had a crush on you” he said with a laugh.

“okay one, since the other day, and two, fred does not and has never had a crush on me” i said laughing at the thought of me and fred. he was like my big brother.

“okay okay but if he gets handsy i will hex him into oblivion and lace his apartment with his own products” he said faking seriousness

“fred will not get handsy, i promise” i replied with a huge smile on my face. i don’t think fred has ever gotten handsy with me.

“alright well, i guess we could do presents now” he said with a very excited expression. i nodded excitedly. i was so unbelievably excited for him to see what i made him. that’s right. made. i spent forever on it trying to get every detail right but i managed to figure it out. with the help of astronomy records i found an image of what the sky looked like the night we had our first kiss in the astronomy tower. i enlisted the help of flitwick and told him it was for a personal project to figure out the charms to put the pattern from stars from that night on a ring. it looks so damn cool, i honestly want it for myself. after a few moments of getting situated, we were sitting across from each other with the others presents in our hands.

“okay you first?” i smiled and handed him his present. it was wrapped carefully in a small package.

“open it” i said softly while he looked at me with a questioning look. he took of the paper and opened the box on its hinges. his face lit up and he didn’t even know what it really was yet.

“oh wow” he said while eyeing it “this is beautiful”

“wanna know something?” he looked up at me “you see the stars on it?” he nodded “that’s what the stars looked like on the night of our first kiss” i said with a huge smile and his face dropped...but in a good way.

“you’re kidding” his eyes backs glossy

“nope” i said with a smile. he immediately slipped it onto his left ring finger. he then leaned in to kiss me. i smiled as we pulled away. points to me for the really awesome gift.

“okay okay time for your gift because if i look at this any longer right now i will cry” i eyed him jokingly “okay maybe not cry but you get the idea” he handed me the box as i laughed. it was small, almost the same size as the one i gave him. i opened it to find a small black velvet ring box. huh. when i opened the box on its hinges i gasped. a gorgeous emerald pear cut ring with small diamonds surrounding the green stone with a silver band. it was gorgeous. tasteful, classy, simple yet fancy. i was crying and i didn’t know it until his hand was on my cheek wiping away tears.

“you kind of beat me to the ring idea but i still think i scored” he was smiling so wide. a put it on my left ring finger and i jumped over to kiss him as he pulled me into his lap.

“i love you so much. i need you to know that” he said looking up at me after we broke away

“i do. and i love you too. more than you know” i replied, nudging his nose with mine.

-

christmas break at the burrow so far has been just as amazing as i expected. hermione wasn’t there obviously, but i still got to hang out and room with ginny and we were having a blast. quidditch games with the twins were fun because this time i was on their team which was definitely refreshing. they were way too damn good, and just because we were friends when they were on the gryffindor team doesn’t mean they’d go easy on me. quite the opposite actually. in third year i was in the hospital for two days after a really rough bludger from fred knocked me unconscious after hitting me in the head and taking me off my broom. he felt bad but it still hurt like hell.

it’s christmas eve and we were all in the living room cuddled up with tea and coa coa talking about fred and george’s shop and school and everything except the order and or voldemort until a knock came from the door. it was late so the room was full of confused faces while arthur and molly got up to get the door.

“oh goodness draco what happened?” i heard arthur say. i immediately sat up and everyone’s attention was glued to the interaction at the door.

“i’m so sorry Mr. Weasley, i- uh- i just, i didn’t have anywhere else to go” a voice i recognized all to well trailed off. i got up quickly making my way to the door to see a concerned molly standing next to a confused arthur with his hand on a bruised draco with a bloodied lip. my heart sunk and they all looked at me.

“oh my God draco what happened?” i said while closing the space between us and putting a hand up to the bruises on his face. he stuttered and molly looked around to find everyone zeroing in on the conversation.

“let’s go into the kitchen dears, i’ll make some tea for you draco and get you some ice and something for the bruises and your lip” draco nodded while we moved to sit in the kitchen. i could faintly hear molly telling everyone else to mind their own and we’ll let them know what was going on if we felt like it.

“draco what the hell happened to you?” arthur was waiting to hear the answer to my question while draco tried not to meet my eyes.

“m- my dad. he um, he found out about us. he told me that i could either be a true malfoy and follow in his footsteps and leave you or not be a part of the family at all. i told him i wouldn’t do it. i told him i wasn’t going to work for you know who and that you were my family now. that’s when he did this” he said gesturing to his face. my heart hurt. this was my fault. i knew it was better for him to be out of that house and not working for voldemort but i can’t help but think that the pain was because of me.

“draco i’m so sorry” i said with tears running down my face while squeezing his hand.

“well y/n isn’t your only family now son” arthur looked up at molly who seemed to have been around the hear the whole thing. she nodded. at him “there’s space in ron and harry’s room, if you’d like to stay with us. we’d love nothing more than to have you hear draco” draco was crying now. he’d been trying to hold it in. but hearing these words come from a father, hearing loving words, was his breaking point.

“i’m so sorry. for everything my family has done, for everything i’ve done. i- i- i could never truly tell you how much i loathe what my family is” draco said to arthur. “i’m sorry i showed up here so late i know i shouldn’t have i just, i had no where else to go” he looked down. molly came behind him and ran her hands on his shoulders.

“nonsense draco. we know you’ve changed, we’ve heard all about it” she said smiling “y/n is our family and that makes you family too”

the rest of break was actually great. it was cramped but i wasn’t upset about it. draco was feeling so much better after being around a loving family for once. he and harry and ron were actually getting along so well it was scary. i would actually say their friends considering he’s been spending more time with them than me. i actually saw them laughing together once. it was weird. but honestly i couldn’t have been happier to have him here. he was able to give the order information about voldemort and his connections to certain families and their plans. no one thought draco heard as much as he did but his information was valuable.

the rest of the school year was perfect. everyone was getting along, draco was out of his house, the rings on our fingers were a representation of hope for the two of us, and i knew this was the boy i would spend the rest of my life with.

i want to say sorry for being so inactive this past week, school started kicking up and i was a little behind and i got a little too distracted by reading instead of writing lol but im finishing my book for book club today and catching up with school work so i will try my hardest to post pt6 to the draco series either thursday or friday and maybe a oneshot that i’ve been working on too, i’ll try to be more active this coming week, love you guys!!

draco malfoy x fem!slytherin! potter reader

summary : summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count : 1.5k

warnings : angst, fluff, mentions of death, mentions of nightmares

A/N : this one is short but i wanted to do one part that was just about the reader dealing with sirius’ death and draco helping her to help contrast something that will happen in the last part (which is the next one) so enjoy and part 6 will be out soon!

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

draco didn’t go with us to the department of mystery’s. he had been working with umbridge as kind of a spy for the DA so when she left him to keep us in her office while she went with harry and hermione, he helped us get out of there and go help harry while he stayed to keep her and her goons from catching us.

he didn’t go with us so he didn’t watch sirius die. he didn’t watch me watch sirius die. when i came back and cried to him about everything that happened he held me and ran his hand through my hair while i sobbed. he was the only person who saw me like that. harry and i have gotten good and looking like we’re fine. we don’t let anyone know that we hurt like regular people do. it’s never been in our nature. draco was the only person who ever saw me vulnerable. draco was supportive through out the rest of the year. letting me cry, helping me with nightmares, making sure i ate. that’s why i was so upset about the upcoming summer. usually people are able to keep in touch over summers through letters but if dracos family found my owl or anything i’d sent him it wouldn’t be good.

summer was painful. the dursley’s were never kind and made life unbearable while living with them. harry and i were crammed into the tiny room they allowed us to have. it was a step up from underneath the stairs but it was crammed nonetheless. i also had the worst trouble sleeping. nightmares every single damn night and it always cedric’s death, sirius’ death, or someone else’s death that hasn’t actually happened yet. harry and i were glad to go to the burrow for the summer and seeing dumbledore early was a treat. summer with ron and hermione and molly’s cooking was amazing. seeing remus though was saddening. when i saw remus i thought of sirius and my dad. i felt bad for him, he lost his best friends, but i kind of avoided him because it was painful. i could tell he was hurt by it. remus and i became close during my 3rd year. when he volunteered to help harry with the dementors, he also volunteered to give me lessons for my abnormal wizarding abilities. the more time we spent with remus and sirius the more i could tell the kind of came as a package deal. harry wasn’t as close with remus as i was so he didn’t feel like he needed to avoid him but for me, i looked at remus and saw what we lost. i knew it wasn’t fair to him but i couldn’t help the way i felt.

honestly with everything that’s happened and being around so many people all at once all the time i wanted alone time. i really wanted alone time with draco. i never realized how damn touch starved i was until we started dating and i wanted to be with him, touching him all the time. it never even had to be sexual. simply holding hands, hugging, cuddling, anything at all. we got used to not being around each other that much when we were hiding our relationship but once it was out in the open, we were always holding hands or touching in someway shape or form. we made sure not to be that one couple thats constantly all over each other. we’re classy. but at the end of the day i just missed him. i love the boy, there’s no denying it, and being away from him this long sucks. so when it’s time to go back to hogwarts i am ecstatic. i get my own space back, not that i didn’t enjoy bunking with hermione and ginny because we always had a blast, but i just like having my own room to escape to. i get to have access to the library again which i know hermione is also over the moon about. i get to play quidditch again which will be fun with my boyfriend as the seeker and me as one of slytherins prized chasers. playing professionally is actually on my radar, i just haven’t decided yet but i know i could if i wanted to. everything is just better at hogwarts.

i found the compartment where draco was waiting in for me. we had established before we left that he would be in a compartment waiting for me and i would find him since were usually late or right in time. his head popped up from the floor excitedly when he heard the door open and i smiled at him before he shot up out of his seat to hug me.

“hello love” he whispered in my ear while we stood there

“hi” i giggled back

“i missed you. a lot” still hugging

“i missed you too” i replied, you could hear the smile into my voice. i was breathing him in, taking in the feeling of being in his arms before he pulled away to kiss me. it was soft but meaningful. saying ‘i missed this’ in a thousand different ways. he pulled away and looked at my face, his hands resting in the back of my neck.

“darling are you alright?” he asked looking rather concerned. i knew i looked tired. my nightmares only got worse over the summer and he knew about the ones that started first year and how they plagued me.

“just tired, the nightmares got worse” i shrugged. i had a habit of playing this down and he hated when i did it.

“c’mere” he said sitting down gesturing to the space next to him. i wasn’t going to object. he always put me to sleep easily.

i wordlessly moved laying down next to him with my head in his lap while he played in my hair.

“talk to me” he said. i hadn’t talked about it all summer so i wasn’t sure if i wanted to now. harry and i talked about it once when we were at the dursley’s but after that, we just knew when the other was upset about what happened and we helped each other without verbally confronting it.

“i don’t know how” i said. you could hear the sadness in my voice as it cracked signaling that i might cry. “it just sucks. it always happens to us you know? harry and i lose everyone. i miss him too. he was all the family we really had left”

“i’m sorry” he knew that was all i needed to hear. that someone was sorry harry and i got the short end of the stick. other people thought we were lucky. we had fame and power but it came at a price we didn’t want to pay but we had no choice. he lulled me to a peaceful sleep. while i was sleeping my brother found out compartment.

-

“hey draco, how’s she doing?” harry asked as he quietly sat down in the compartment seat across from draco

“she exhausted mate. she’s better than she was at the end of the year but i’m worried about her you know?” draco really was worried and you could hear it. he and harry had become tolerant of each other. usually they only talked about or around y/n. their relationship never went past that.

“yeah her nightmares got a lot worse over the summer, being at the burrow helped a little bit but she’s still...i don’t know” harry said. draco looked down at her. all he wanted was to take away her pain. “honestly mate this is the most..calm i’ve seen her in months” draco got a warm feeling at this. he loved being able to help her, and he knew she was putty in his hands and he adored it.

“i just hope being back here helps you know?” draco said. harry nodded along and told draco he needed to go back to his compartment with hermione and ron. he let y/n sleep until they needed to get their robes on. she already looked better after just a couple of hours of sleep.

-

i woke up feeling really bad. i planned on talking to draco during the train ride, catching up, talking about summer, what sucked, what didn’t, what we missed. i wanted to talk to him but i just had to screw up and fall asleep. i swear he’s gonna be tired of my sulking so i need to get it together. we got dressed and i sat down with my head on his shoulder.

“i’m sorry i fell asleep” i said softly.

“why are you sorry?” he asked, genuinely confused.

“i wanted to talk to you, talk about summer, instead i just dumped all my problems on you and fell asleep” i said with self annoyance in my voice. he shifted so he had on leg on the seats and he was facing me.

“we have plenty of time to talk” he grabbed my hand “and i want you to dump all your problems on me, it’s what i’m here for. i dump all my problems on you too, i don’t want you to think you can’t talk to me.” i could feel my body relax. i needed to hear it. i kissed him and the train stopped. we got our things and made our way to hogwarts.

regulus black x lupin reader

summary : remus lupin’s little sister and regulus black don’t get off on the right foot, but regulus seems to like how she doesn’t back down easy like he’s used to

word count : 3k

warnings : angst if you squint, threats, fluff, cussing

A/N : this took forever to write but i love it a lot. it’s a long one but i hope you like it!!

walking in the hallways of hogwarts with your nose buried in a book wasn’t a good idea, but i’m way too invested in the story to put it away. i turned a corner and ran straight into someone’s chest. i dropped my book and immediately went to pick it up while apologizing

“oh, sorry, i’m so sorry i didn’t meant to-“ a voice cut me off, i looked up to see who it belonged to

“watch where you’re going” he seethed rudely. the boy with black hair, dark eyes, fair skin, and dark green robes rolled his eyes as he pushed past me with his friends. that was rude. i called after him, he was only a few feet away

“there was no need to be rude” i said sternly. he and his friends stopped and turned around

“excuse me?” he said. i don’t know who this boy thinks he is but the attitude is pissing me off. his face showed his irritation

“i said there was no need to be rude” my tone was firm “i apologized to you, so there was no need to be so rude” i stood tall and tilted my head, eyes narrowing at him as he walked toward me.

“i’m sorry, do you know who i am?” what the hell does that matter?

“no and frankly i don’t care” his hand was holding his wand by his side and his grip was firm. i would really like to see him try something. at this point there was a little bit of. a crowd around us. i’m way too stubborn and way to gryffindor to back down and let him walk all over me. that’s not my style. he chuckled to himself as he looked down on me

“well you should know who you’re picking fights with, because picking one with me wasn’t a good idea” he said with a condescending smile. ugh what a git.

“actually” i said with and equally condescending smile “you’re the one who picked a fight with me, and that was your mistake” he pulled his wand up and lightly pressed it to my throat. i raised my eyebrows unimpressed. threatening me wasn’t going to do anything but piss me off even more.

“really? honestly i suggest you back down before you regret it” he said. this was getting ridiculous, and i’m surprised a professor hasn’t found us with the small crowd gathered in the hallway around us. i laughed and pushed my throat further against his wand, my eyes locked on his

“is that supposed to intimidate me? do something i dare you.” he stared at me for a moment. only now did i realize how close he was to me. a familiar voice along with the shuffling of people broke me out of my thoughts and when he spoke i took my throat off of the boy’s wand and turned my head

“what the hell is going on?” my brother pushed his way through the crowd with his friends , sirius and james.

“regulus what are you doing? what’s going on?” sirius asked looking at the both of us while remus put a hand on my shoulder and backed me away from the boy. my face showed my confusion. regulus? regulus black? neither me or the boy answered their questions as we looked back and forth between them and each other

“wait, regulus” i pointed between sirius and the boy “as in your brother?” regulus looked confused at the fact that i knew sirius

“yeah have you two not met?” sirius asked with a laugh

“we did a few moments ago” regulus said, unamused, while staring me down “you two know each other?” he asked and sirius looked confused at the question

“well yeah she’s y/n lupin... remus’ little sister” regulus’ eyebrows raised at that.

“alright” said my brother “everyone get to class and you two” he gestured between me and regulus “no more dueling in the hallways” he said before he and james turned to walk away, taking me with them. what i didn’t hear was what sirius said to regulus before catching up with us.

-

sirius grabbed his brother’s shoulder before he walked away and spoke

“hey man don’t pick any more fights with her alright?” he warned

“and why not?” regulus questioned with a face of confusion

“because she’ll win” said sirius with his lips pulled into a thin line while patting regulus on the shoulder and turning to catch up with james, remus, and y/n. regulus stayed there for a moment, his friends went ahead without him. she was rather feisty, and definitely not intimidated by regulus at all. he wasn’t sure if it bothered or impressed him.

-

remus and james were already teasing me when sirius caught up and put his arm around me in a brotherly fashion and laughed

“nice job back there little lupin, i see you and brother get along quite nicely” he was smiling and i rolled my eyes while remus and james laughed

“i swear sirius, he is the most arrogant asshole i’ve ever met” i said with a laugh and james jokingly scoffed

“i thought that title belonged to snivellus?” he laughed out.

“okay the second most arrogant asshole i’ve ever met, no offense to you sirius” he laughed at that

“none taken, i’ve been saying that since he was born” we all chuckled “but seriously what was all that about?” he asked as we walked

i explained the whole encounter and sirius looked at me wide eyed and incredulously and remus shook his head and laughed while james looked impressed. “what?” i asked

“it’s just that no one has ever talked to regulus like that so props to you little lupin” james said with a smile on his face.

“i guarantee he’s still shocked at your reaction to the whole wand thing, very impressive” sirius said with a light tone. i laughed and we all walked into the gryffindor common room and changed the subject to their next prank that remus disapproved of immediately. i wasn’t a marauder technically but i hung around with them a lot, in their opinion i’m mature and orderly like remus but still fun like sirius and james so they like having me around. sirius and james are kind of my honorary big brothers too, they both look after me and are just as, if not more, protective than remus.

-

it’s the next day and i’m walking to my transfiguration class and i realized i had it with slytherin. i knew we were in the same year from what sirius has said in the past about his brother and i started thinking back to my last transfiguration lessons trying to remember ever seeing him in class. my efforts were fruitless but when i walked in sure enough. i recognized the dark haired boy and his friends and they eyed me as i walked to my seat. i’d never noticed them before, i loved transfiguration for some reason and i disliked slytherins strongly so i never paid any attention to them. the entire lesson i could feel his eyes on me.

the bell rang and i packed up my stuff, pulled my leather back pack straps over my shoulders and walked out of the classroom and into the hallway. regulus and his friends are standing by the wall in the direction i was walking in to get to my next class. the one facing my direction tilted his head towards me and they all turned and looked. his friends walked away and regulus met me where i was and an obvious look of confusion crept onto my face.

“can i talk to you for a moment?” he asked when he reached me. he sounded...calm? i expected an attitude or something snarky.

“umm...sure?” he grabbed my arm and pulled me towards an empty classroom close to where we were standing. “wait what are you doing?”

“come in here” he said. we got into the classroom and he shut the door

“what do you want?” i asked, irritated. i didn’t want to miss class. he looked at me smiled and looked away as he ran a hand through his hair. “hello” i said waving in front of his face “i haven’t got all day” he looked back at me making eye contact immediately and not breaking it

“got to hogsmeade with me” he asked but it sounded more like a statement.

“excuse me?” i laughed out. he smiled and shrugged his shoulders slightly

“go to hogsmeade with me” he repeated.

“yes i heard you but, why? is this a joke? are you pranking me?” i said obviously surprised at his request. i what was he getting at?

“no it’s not a prank, i just want you to go to hogsmeade with me this weekend that’s all.” he said as if it made perfect sense.

“okay yesterday you had your wand to my throat ready to curse me into oblivion. what’s this sudden change of heart?” he laughed shortly

“no ones ever stood up to me like that, it was impressive. you surprised me and i don’t remember the last time someone did that.” he was blushing “honestly it was kind of cute” now i was blushing. i sighed and looked around trying to hold back my smirk. “so..?” i thought about it. there was no need to hold a grudge and i didn’t have anything to do...he was also very attractive.

“fine. but if this is a joke or some elaborate plan to humiliate me, you’ll regret it” he laughed and told me to meet him in the courtyard on saturday, two days from now. this was the last thing i expected from regulus black. oh my gosh. i have a date with regulus black. remus is going to freak.

-

i’m on my way to the gryffindor common room after my class to tell remus, sirius, and james about regulus because i have no idea what’s happening. i really don’t get why he wants to go out with me. he was about to take my head off yesterday and now i was cute? it didn’t add up. i don’t understand boys so talking to some might me help me understand. i walked into the common room to find the marauders sitting among the couches and chairs, not many others were there. they didn’t see me come in so i plopped down on the couch next to remus and greeted them.

“listen i need to talk to you guys about something” i said. they all looked overly concerned. i swear they worry about anything and everything when it comes to me.

“what’s up?” remus asked. they all were listening intently for my response.

“so when i was leaving transfiguration earlier today regulus came up to me” they all looked surprised and sirius groaned

“i told him not to pick fights with you, what did he say?” sirius asked. i ignored the first part, i expect nothing less from him.

“he asked me on a date.” i said simply. remus choked on air and james coughed out a

“WhAt?!” and sirius just laughed.

“what the hell did you say to him?” remus asked in a mix of confusion, humor, and protectiveness.

“i asked him why, obviously, and i asked him if it was a joke. he said he thought the fact that i stood up to him was cute and it apparently is not a joke.” i pulled my lips into a think line and sirius questioned me

“well how’d he take the rejection?” he laughed.

“actually i agreed to go with him” this time james choked on air. sirius laughed harder and remus’ eyes went wide.

“like hell you did!” remus exclaimed “why would you do that?” he questioned.

“it seems my brother shares my charm, i thought it skipped him, but if he managed to get you to go out with him then he must be skilled. props to him though for his first try on a girl” sirius said as he came down from his laughter. first time?

“what do you mean first try?” i asked sirius. remus was still sporting furrowed brows and a scowl at the thought of his little sister going on a date with regulus black.

“he’s never really cared much for dating, never been on a date, never had a girlfriend. i’ve gotta say i’m glad it’s you though” sirius answered. why did this stress me out?

“and why’s that?” remus asked him angrily

“because she’s a good kid. better than most, and he must really like her considering she’s a halfblood. i thought that his first girlfriend would be a pureblood barbie” sirius said. this stressed me out even more.

“i still think he’s playing me” i said while crossing my arms and sighing.

“well if he does then we’ll get back at him” james concluded with a smile

“i swear to merlin if he tries anything i’ll kill him” remus said only half joking

“i can take care of my self just fine remus. okay well i’ve got to get to my next class, i’ll see you all later” i said while getting up to leave and a chorus of bye’s and see you later’s following me.

-

it’s saturday and i have no idea what to wear. i don’t want to be too casual but i don’t want to look like i’m trying to hard. i decided on a black denim skirt, a white t shirt, a dark green and black flannel and white tennis shoes. perfect. why am i nervous? i’m not even sure i like this guy. yeah he’s attractive, but he’s also an ass. for some reason that was attractive though. screw me and my love for toxic men.

i could see him when i got to the courtyard. damn he looked nice he was looking around and then he saw me, smiled, and walked towards me.

“you look really nice” he complimented. i was definitely blushing.

“thanks, you don’t look to bad yourself” he laughed softly and we started walking making small talk. we got a table at the three broomsticks once we got there and he ordered us butterbeers. the whole date was actually amazing. we got along way better than i expected considering our first encounter, which we made plenty of jokes about.

“i honestly can’t explain my surprise when you didn’t even reach for your wand” he said with a laugh “you didn’t seem fazed at all” his smile was adoreable. i laughed

“i can’t explain my surprise when sirius said you were his brother” we were walking around the village holding hands and i looked up at him with a smile on my face as i talked.

“i had no idea you were his best friends little sister, i have to admit it’s kind of funny” he said

“how so?” i questioned

“i just think it’s ironic that our brothers happen to be best friends, they both probably freaked out about this i assume” he wasn’t wrong.

“well sirius assumed i rejected you and remus asked me why in the hell i agreed but in the end sirius was glad it was me and not someone else. he also said he was surprised because you never really went out with people” i shrugged at end of my statement

“really? well sirius always thought it was weird that i didn’t really fancy anyone. he’s more of a bachelor than i am, if you couldn’t tell” he joked

“sirius? no he definitely hasn’t snogged every girl in their year” we laughed at that. sirius was definitely experienced when it came to dating. “so if you don’t usually don’t go out with people why’d you ask me out?” i asked. i was honestly curious. i know he said he thought he was cute and he was impressed by my inability to be fazed by his threats, but i still didn’t quite get it. there were plenty of pretty girls in our year for him to choose.

“honestly, i don’t know. i just had a feeling you know? i thought you were pretty and you’re practically the smartest girl in our year, and i don’t think anyone’s been able to make me smile this much” he was blushing. man he was so cute. i was blushing too.

“sirius may have mentioned before that you don’t smile often” i said

“no ones been worth it” wow okay. we stopped walking on a corner of the street and he stepped in front of me. he leaned down a little bit waiting to see if i’d pull away. i didn’t. he put on of his hands on my hip and the other on my neck and he kissed me. i pulled my hands up to his neck and we kissed for a long moment. we moved in sync, it was soft but passionate at the same time and i was melting.

“definitely worth a smile” he said with a bright one on his face. i was blushing so hard right now and he leaned in for another kiss but before his lips could reach mine we heard three familiar voices and turned our heads and we pulled our hands away from each other. my brother, sirius, and james were walking towards us. remus was scowling while sirius and james were laughing and whistling.

“oh merlin” i said and reached for regulus’ hand. they reached us and before i could speak sirius beat me to it

“well hello love birds” he said with a laugh along with james. remus was not laughing. regulus rolled his eyes.

“what do you three want?” i asked with a subtle smirk on my face

“i want to never see that happen again” remus said. he looked at regulus “keep your hands off my sister” regulus raised his free hand up in defense and remus’ eyes narrowed on our interlocked hands but we didn’t let go.

“remus, shut up i’m 16 i’m fine, now would you three leave us alone please” i said with a laugh. regulus smiled down at me while i stared remus in the eyes.

“oh my god” sirius said. i looked at him concerned “what have you done to my brother?” he was smiling as he asked

“what do you mean?” i asked. regulus rolled his eyes again and spoke

“sirius just leave it alone” he please he said with a light tone

“no, you just made him smile. he never smiles. how did you do that” regulus and james laughed.

“we’re leaving now” i said and we turned to walk away and remus shouted at us.

fred weasly x fem! reader

summary: based on strangers by wingtip (lovely song you should listen to it)

word count: 1.2k

warnings: pure angst, cussing, self hate, mentions of depression, a little fluff at the end

A/N: i based this off of a song i love, i really encourage you to listen to it for this fic. i really enjoyed writing this and i hope you enjoy it!

maybe lately it’s not what you wanted

we’re fading if we’re being honest

impatient you’re waiting to call it

we’ve been together for two years and i don’t know if he’s gonna be around much longer. i love him, so much. but i get the feeling that he doesn’t love me anymore. scratch that. i think he loves me, he’s just not in love with me anymore. he’s distant, cold, angry. he never wants to spend time with me anymore, he never want to hold my hand, he never wants to kiss me, he doesn’t even want to go to the library to do work with me. of course he won’t say all of this to my face. he’s tired of me and i know it. the constant excuses of why we can’t hang out, the pulling away from my touch, the not listening when i tell him about my day. it’s all too much for me, but apparently i’m too much for him. i don’t know where i went wrong. the worst part is i think he has feelings for someone else. if i’m being painfully honest i think that’s what started all of this. i think he’s found happiness and warmth in someone else and i’m just fading away from him altogether.

it’s tuesday morning and i made my way to the great hall for breakfast. he stopped waiting for me in the common room a few months ago. i made my way to the gryffindor table to sit next to him and my best friends, alicia and angelina. we said good mornings, fred’s being rather unenthusiastic. i looked at fred’s hand on the table when i settled and he moved it, intertwining it with the other, pulling his elbows up onto the table to rest his chin on. i sighed quietly to myself and jumped into the conversation with the others pretending that every time fred did this i didn’t want to cry. i knew he was just holding on for my sake, but it was making it worse.

and the voices got louder inside both our heads

i tried kicking em out but they came back with their friends

endless conversations over and over again

at night i couldn’t hold it together. a silencing charm and the curtains around my bed pulled together made for free break down space. i couldn’t stop blaming myself for his lack of care. i would tell myself i should’ve been better. i should’ve been worth it.

“he doesn’t love you because you’re useless”

“he’s tired of you”

“you aren’t pretty enough, that’s why he can’t stand you anymore”

“you aren’t worth his attention”

“maybe if you could do something right he would care”

my own thoughts are always against me nowadays. my head is constantly attacking me. i’m always subconsciously resenting myself for how things are going with fred. right now, currently, in this moment, i’m done. i’m over this i can’t do it anymore.

let’s go back and pretend we’re strangers

i’ll walk up and ask what your name is

and you’ll forget what all our mistakes were

we can try changing, pretending we’re strangers

it was late but i decided to take my chances and go to the common room to see if he was there. i’m high on determination and i know if i sleep on it, i’ll be too scared to confront him tomorrow. and to my luck, the tall red head was sitting on a couch just sitting there doing nothing. he turned his head when he heard someone else’s footsteps announcing their presence. he saw you and a fake half smile crept onto his face

“hey what are you doing up so late?” he asked rather unenthusiastically, like it was a chore, a responsibility, to ask.

“i was actually looking for you” i said while fiddling with my hands

“what’s up?” he questioned i looked at him and tears started to prick my eyes. i sighed and paused before i spoke and when i did my voice broke

“what did i do wrong?” he was standing now, across the room from me, but i could still see the expression on his face. confusion mixed with something else i didn’t recognize.

“what are you talking about?” i looked away and then met his eyes

“you know exactly what i’m talking about. i want to know what i did to make you fall out of love, what i did to make you hate the idea of touching me, what i did to make you loathe spending time with me. i want to know why i’m not good enough for you” i could barely get the last part out. i was full on crying now and i spoke while looking him directly in his eyes. i wanted him to see how much i was hurting. he looked everywhere but me.

“you never did anything wrong” he said after a pause

“THEN WHY?” i yelled. i was at my breaking point. no more nice y/n.

“you want me to be honest with you? even if it doesn’t make sense? even if it hurts?” he said. i scoffed

“i’m already hurt fred” my words were laced with poison. i wanted him to know that he’d been slowly breaking me. tears were forming in his eyes and he looked away before speaking

“it’s the only way i can feel anything” he looked at me. a tear had fallen

“what is that supposed to mean?” i pleaded. i needed answers

“it means that i’m empty y/n. it means that i have been numb these past few months and i can’t stop it. i cant feel anything. i cant cry when i need to, i cant smile a real smile, i cant yell and mean it, i cant be stressed because i cant care. the only way i have been able to feel anything, even things that hurt, is by missing you. by pushing you away so that i miss you. i don’t know what’s wrong with me but i can’t feel anything, there’s no reason, everything is just...gone. i’m not me” his voice was bitter, full of pain and loathing. he was staring into my eyes as he spoke, tears falling down his face. i don’t understand. i paused, looking around the room for a response

“fred, wha- how do i- what can i do?” my voice was quiet. processing the fact that he was hurting and i didn’t notice. processing that he never hated me, he didn’t not love me. i don’t know how to help. i don’t know if i’m mad. he’s depressed. he’s hurting. of course i’m not mad. i’m disappointed in myself because he felt like he couldn’t talk to me.

“i don’t know! that’s the fucking problem! i have no idea what to do but i can’t go on like this y/n. not just because of what i’m feeling but because i’m hurting you” his voice broke. “i’m just so... ugh.. i’m so..” i grabbed his hands and put my right hand up to his cheek to turn his face down to look at me

“i know fred, i know” i pulled him down, his face resting in the crook of my neck, his arms wrapped around me as he sobbed.

“i love you so much” he croaked out

“i love you too” i kept holding him, stroking his hair until i pulled away still holding his face in my hands “how’s this, we start over. we start from the beginning. i make it my life’s mission to make you happy. to help you smile, how’s that?”

“starting over?”

“we’re strangers now” i said with a smile “hi i’m y/n l/n, it’s lovely to meet you” he smiled

“fred weasly” he said with a bittersweet smile, tears still streaming down his face, before he pulled me into a kiss. i love this boy with everything in me, and i will try my hardest to help him through this.

draco malfoy x fem!syltherin! potter reader

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 2k

warnings: fluff, a little angst, cussing

A/N: i am honestly really proud of this chapter and i’m really excited for the next two. i think there are only gonna be six parts but i really hope you enjoy this one. please like and comment suggestions or criticism and feel free to reblog!! also i have a lot of stuff coming out soon so stay updated and i’ll be posting a master list once i post more fics

it’s safe to say that i am in love with draco malfoy. these last few months have been ethereal. we took our time in getting to know every detail about each other, although it wasn’t necessarily by choice. it was a lot more difficult than we thought it would be to spend time together like a normal couple would do while hiding the relationship from everyone we knew and even those we didn’t. we decided very early on that it would be best to keep it a secret for now. if his family found out about us it wouldn’t end well for him and if my brother and godfather found out... it would end very early for him. it was actually fun keeping it a secret, always sneaking around the castle, learning everyone’s routines to keep away from prying eyes, and hiding away from other prefects and filch. we abused our prefect positions to help with the whole secret relationship which is exactly what we aren’t supposed to do as prefects but it’s justified in my mind.

we’ve been together in secret for 6 months now and i think we’re both tired of not being able to sit next to each other in the great hall, walk and in hand to classes, kiss when everyone was watching, and simply go to hogsmeade together like a normal freaking couple.

we went to my dorm room after dinner on thursday night and made sure no one saw him come in. i didn’t have any roommates , thank merlin, so we didn’t have to worry about that. we cuddle up next to each other just talking about anything and everything until he moved from underneath me to sit up, criss crossed, in the middle of my bed and spoke

“i think it’s time” he was being serious and goofy at the same time which was just adorable but i was stubborn and wouldn’t tell him that. i raised my eyebrows at his statement and questioned him.

“what are you talking about?” i tilted my head to the side, voice calm and unwavering. i knew what he was talking about but i was terrified. i also knew he would be right.

“i’m talking about us, about telling people, if it gets back to my parents i’ll just tell them it’s a silly rumor. the only thing we have to do is tell your brother” his voice trailed off at the end of his statement. telling harry was the terrifying part

“i want to tell people, i really do, but harry is going to be so unbelievably upset, you have no idea. not only have i been lying to him for the past 6 months, i’m also in love with his arch nemesis who he’s hated for the past 5 years. it’s not going to go well” i was talking animatedly with my hands.

“i know but we have to get it over with sooner or later, and it’ll only be worse if it’s later” he’s right. and i hate it. i sighed and laid back on my bed and pulled me next to him. “i know you don’t want to but it really won’t be that bad”

“what were the last words my brother said to you?” he chuckled but didn’t say anything and i knew it’s because it would prove my point. “exactly. he’s going to hate me” he was tracing circles on my arm and he kissed the top of my head

“he’s not going to hate you, trust me, i used to and we saw how well that ended” we both laughed, he always made me laugh when i needed it.

“i would say it ended rather nicely” i said with a smile tilting my face to look at his. he was smiling and i loved it. i took in his features and tried to suppress this moment to memory, trying to take a mental picture of him because he was just perfect. he looked down at me laying on his chest, looking at him with my e/c eyes and i just melted.

“it ended better than nicely in my opinion” he was smiling and it was beautiful. he leaned his head down to kiss me and the only words to describe this moment and every other i’d spent with him was perfect.

-

here it goes. time to tell harry. or not. let’s not. dammit i cant, i promised draco i would do it. harry would usually keep me updated on their common room password so i could hang out with them or study away from the slytherins so i made my way to the portrait hole. i said the password and walked in. sure enough harry, hermione, and ron were at a couch, hermione doing homework while harry and ron talked. upon hearing someone come in they lifted their heads and smiled when they saw me.

“y/n! hey i’ve barely seen you all day where have you been?” harry asked. he hadn’t seen me all day because i was so nervous about telling him that i avoided him like the plague.

“oh you know, classes and prefect stuff has been keeping me really busy lately” i nodded fondling with my hands awkwardly

“tell me about it, i’ve been studying nonstop and i think i might fall over at any given moment.” hermione was exhausted and you could hear it in the way she spoke while she scribbled with her quill.

“you alright y/n? you look flustered” ron showed concern on his face and he was right, i am very flustered, but he gave me a segue.

“listen i actually need to tell you three something” this caught their attention and hermione put her quill down as they lifted their heads up

“what’s up?” harry asked

“okay so you have to promise me to be calm...at least at first, and don’t get mad right away because i’ll explain everything” they all looked so worried but i knew they weren’t expecting what i was going to say.

“y/n what’s going on?” harry questioned.

“promise me. all three of you. you have to promise”

“okay we promise” hermione stated and the boys nodded in agreement. i let out a breath and decided to get it over with

“so... i um..” i sighed “i’m dating someone” their faces lit up at this, harry looked excited but concerned at the same time

“who is it?! why didn’t you tell us you liked someone? when did this happened?” ron questioned before anyone else could get a word out. he was happy for me, you could hear it in his voice, and it warmed my heart but in a few seconds he wouldn’t be so warm.

“okay this is the part where you can’t get mad” they nodded, and harry just wanted to know who was dating his sister. “umm, i- uh... okay. it’s draco malfoy” i said the last part quickly and i bit my bottom lip ready for the world to fall apart. hermione’s eyebrows furrowed and her mouth dropped. ron’s eyes were wide and he was blinking as he started daggers into me with his mouth agape, and harry didn’t skip a beat.

“what the hell do you mean ‘it’s draco malfoy’!” he stood as he spoke and he was trying so hard not to completely yell but he was so confused and on the verge of pure rage.

“i mean that i’m dating draco malfoy” i stated simply. he blinked and the other two stayed silent to let him react.

“NO YOURE NOT!!”

“yes i am, now if you let me explain-“

“THERES NOTHING TO EXPLAIN Y/N!” i looked at him with pleading eyes and he took a deep breath. “okay okay there has to be some rationality to this so explain what the hell is going on. explain to me why you’re ‘dating’ the most foul, evil, and terrible person we know. explain to me how you could do this. explain to me how this is supposed to be okay” he said angrily and quite loudly. i took a deep breath and looked away before meeting his eyes again

“he isn’t foul and evil and terrible actually” i stated calmly.

“HA!! right and voldemort didn’t kill our parents. how long has this been going on?” he was flinging his hands around as he talked. i looked at my feet “y/n... how long has this been going on?”

“six months.” i said quietly, but he heard me. his face dropped

“i’m sorry, what?” he blinked hard “you mean to tell me that you’ve been dating draco fucking malfoy behind my back for six months?! you’ve been lying to me for six months?”

“i didn’t know how to tell you. i knew you wouldn’t understand and we wanted to keep it a secret for a while” ron and hermione were listening intently to everything still in shock

“OF COURSE I WOULDNT FUCKING UNDERSTAND!!” he ran a hand through his hair and took another deep breath “y/n how, why would you ever be with him? how could you trust him? how could you trust anything he says? how could you excuse his behavior?” he had a point...but i had an answer. and one that he couldn’t dispute.

“i know he was horrible for the longest time but he never wanted to be. everything he did in the past was because of his father and he has hated himself for it his whole life, he’s wanted nothing more than to apologize. it’s not an excuse and he knows that, especially with everything he’s said to you” i looked at hermione “but that’s not him.” i spoke with a pleading tone trying to get them to understand that draco isn’t terrible and loathsome.

“and how can you believe all of that? how can you trust what he’s telling you?” i looked at all three of them before i answered

“because he took off his ring” their faces showed even more shock than when i initially told them that i was dating draco malfoy behind their backs for six months.

“he what?!” hermione asked.

“back in september he told me he liked me, i asked all the questions you did. i asked him how i could trust him, so he took off his ring. i saw draco for he really is and not what we all though him to be” i sighed while harry sat down took all of this in. knowing that draco was being honest and that he was actually kind is a shock for most at first. ron was still speechless

“i still just- i don’t know how to...process this” harry said after pulling his face out of his hands

“i know and i don’t expect you to understand and be totally excepting at first but once you get to know him for who he really is, you’ll understand.” ron finally spoke up next

“he really has left everyone alone all year, no bullying, pranks, nothing. i guess that makes sense now.”

“this is so weird” hermione said “i honestly can’t imagine him any other way than how we’ve known him”

“he’s actually the biggest dork ever. he’s sweet, and funny, and...just wonderful” i said. now that everything settled down i felt better. their responses were different because there was no lying when i was in someone’s mindscape. they had to believe what i said i saw in his head. i sat down next to harry and he spoke

“don’t go expecting us to be buddies anytime soon, but if you really say that all of this is true and he really is a good person underneath his... facade, i’ll trust you” i hugged him and hermione and ron joined in

“i love you guys” i said and a chorus of i love you too’s surrounded me. this went better than i expected and i knew draco would be happy that tomorrow we could walk into the great hall hand in and hand for the first time.

draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!potter reader

part 1 here | part 2 here

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 2k

warnings: slight angst, mentions of abuse, use of ‘mudblood’ , fluff at the end, cussing i think

A/N: AHHHH thank you guys for all the love on the first two parts i’m so glad you liked it!! sorry for the slow burn but i promise it picks up in this one. i hope you guys like it and feel free to comment what you think and reblog!

i went to the great hall for breakfast and this time, i decided to tell harry, ron, and hermione what draco said. i usually sit at the gryffindor table with them anyways so it was unusual. as soon as i sat down i spoke before whatever they were talking about distracted me.

“you will never believe what draco said to me last night” harry’s face immediately contorted just by the mention of draco malfoy talking to his sister.

“draco? malfoy? what happened?” ron immediately questioned. i told them the whole encounter word for word. i wish i couldn’t capture their faces.

“he’s a bloody genius” harry stated. i raised my eyebrows at that. “he knows exactly what he’s doing, he’s just trying to mess with you” he said with a mouth full of food.

“that’s exactly what i thought, but it’s still so weird” i looked around the room and saw him sitting at the slytherin table and immediately looked back at my brother. “i would honestly rather go back to trying to jinx each other in the hallways”

“maybe he’s not messing around.” all of our heads turned towards hermione so fast i thought our necks would break. “oh gee don’t give me that look, but think about it. it may only be the second day but usually he takes the first day to make sure all muggleborns know they’re ‘inferior’ i haven’t gotten my yearly first day mudblood comment. maybe he’s not kidding, maybe he’s trying to be...better?” HA okay mione. sure. ron’s voice broke me out of my disbelief

“she’s kind of got a point. let’s wait and see what he does the rest of the week. i’d honestly rather you be subject to flirting than him indoctrinating first years with his blood superiority nonsense.” i slowly nodded in agreement. ron had a point. but it doesn’t make sense. there’s no way that draco actually likes me. i shoved it out of my mind and tried to forget about it.

“listen i’ve got to get to the library before transfiguration so i’ll see you all in hagrids class”

we said our good byes and i continued to walk and think about the book i needed before a voice interrupted me.

“talking about me during breakfast i presume” i recognized his voice instantly and when i turned my head to my left, sure enough. the unmistakable platinum blonde hair and the extra foot he had on me walking step in step with me.

“and what makes you think that?”

“the obscene amount of times i saw you mouthing my name” he spoke with a smile. of course he was enjoying this. “i don’t mind it really, i like knowing y/n potter is thinking about me” merlin if he doesn’t stop looking at me like that.

“i am not thinking about you.” i looked up at him as i said it. man he was really tall. he didn’t say anything. he just smirked. “what makes you think that i’m thinking about you? i assure that i’m not. stop looking at me like that” my eyebrows were furrowed as i spoke.

“headed to the library?” why is he changing the subject? well if i told him, he would probably follow me. but there’s no where else around here that i could pretend to be going to.

“yes i need to get a book before class”

“i’ll come with you” no.

“no” i laughed out. he turned his head to look at me and he stopped. i moved in front of him and looked up, staring straight into his eyes.

“what game are you playing draco?”

“i’m not playing a game”

“we both know that’s a lie. you’ve been weird ever since the train ride. you’ve been...flirting. it’s weird. i know you’re just trying to get under my skin so stop.” maybe i could get some answers here.

“did you ever think maybe i wasn’t playing a game? maybe i actually like you? maybe on the train i realized i don’t hate you as much as we all thought? maybe the fact that you are the only person at this school who has managed to get under my skin is because i like you?” i was at a loss for a response. he’s playing me. there’s no way he’s not. but maybe mione was right. then again, she’s always right.

“why?”

“what?”

“if you like me so much, why? you don’t know me well enough to know that you like me. you don’t know anything about me really. so why?” he scoffed, smirked, ran his hand through his hair and looked back down at me.

“you really think i don’t know anything about you?” i nodded my head and he took a breath before speaking again. “okay how’s this. i know that you absolutely love reading muggle fiction and it only takes you two days to read a 200 page book. i know you drink coffee about 3-5 times a day because you are literally an addict and if you don’t then your poor brother is usually subject to your attitude. i know that you refuse to have orange juice and bacon at the same time during breakfast and godric knows why. i know that when you’re anxious you play with your necklace but only with your left hand and you stare at the ground. i know that before a quidditch game you always take a minute to talk to your dad. i could go on and on which sounds stalkery but believe it or not, i know you.” flabbergasted. i have loved that word since i was four years old and it’s the only way to describe my current state. what the hell? i actually didn’t think it was creepy or stalkery. i thought it was sweet. “i let you think on that.” he probably caught on to the fact that i was flabbergasted and decided to let me process that. honestly i was processing not just what he said but what i felt. what do i feel? i have no idea but it’s not hatred and i thought that was all i could feel for draco malfoy. i stayed there in the hallway after he walked away until i had to get to transfiguration. he would be there.

-

for the next week it was just flirting. he wouldn’t stop flirting with me. he was relentless. i never told harry, ron, and hermione because they would probably murder draco and i would like them not to be expelled. honestly i liked it being my secret. we had enough going on right now anyways. and i’d be lying if i said he wasn’t getting to me. i’d be lying if i said i didn’t look forward to him talking to me. it was always short and i would scoff and smile and walk away. he would never flirt while other people were around but he did start to leave everyone alone. no mudblood comments, no teasing, no tripping in the hallway, no jinx’s, no pranks. he really just let everyone be.

when i got to my dorm on friday night i saw something on my bed. a piece of parchment folded in half.

meet me in the astronomy tower at 8:00

-D.M.

oh boy. what does he want? one part of me has been telling myself that he’s just bored and he’ll be done within the next week. the other part of me stats up at night wondering how i feel about this. do i like draco? i have no idea. i have a million other things to think about too. the entire world thinks that harry and i are wack jobs who just want attention, umbridge is absolutely insane, and i’ve been drained ever since i got to school and i know it’s because of the connection to death eaters. we know that draco malfoy, vincent crabbe, gregory goyle, and theodore nott all are the children of death eaters. they’re all in the same school and house as me so we’re always in the same vicinity. their connection to voldemort isnt enough to make me feel pain, but it is enough to drain me of a lot of my energy. it doesn’t help that i have quidditch, prefect duties, and a full course load with O.W.L.’s this year. so honestly i don’t know if i can be dealing with draco right now. not to mention his connection to his father is one of the reasons i’m exhausted. but i decided to go to the astronomy tower just out of curiosity.

i finally got to the top of the stairs and right on time too. he was already there, standing by the ledge just looking around, hands in his pockets. he turned when he heard my footsteps and smiled when he saw me. he opened his mouth to say something, closed it, took a breath, then began to speak.

“it’s really nice out tonight”

“yeah” i looked around. i had no idea what to talk about, but he did.

“date me” oh merlin

“what?” that escalated rather quickly.

“i said date me. you know that i like you, i know that you feel something for me, i can see it. so date me”

“draco i-“ he cut me off before i could continue

“don’t say you can’t because we both know that isn’t true”

“but i can’t”

“why?” he wasn’t upset or angry or sad. he was calm.

“because draco i have no idea how to trust you. i have no idea how to believe any of this. you have done horrible things over the years. i cant just excuse that. you have called my best friend a mudblood countless times, you’ve bullied my other best friend and his siblings for their family’s finances, you’ve tried to get hagrid fired multiple times, you tried to have buckbeack killed, i could keep going but you get the point.” i looked anywhere but him as i spoke with my voice raised just under a yell. he sighed

“do you really think i wanted to do any of that?” i looked back at him quizzically. “do you really think i believe in all that blood superiority nonsense?”

“what else am i supposed to believe draco?”

“y/n i’ve hated every bit of what i’ve done. i never wanted to do it. i don’t believe in any of that crap. it’s not an excuse but believe me i’ve hated myself for everything that i’ve done to you and your friends and i’ve wanted nothing more since first year to sit down with you four and apologize.” i was looking into his eyes as he spoke. his voice was raised and he was taking a breath. i wanted to believe him, i really did.

“then why did you do it?” he wouldn’t look at me.

“when your father beats you for telling him that the muggleborns you know aren’t bad wizards you start to do whatever he tells you. i did everything he wanted me to. whatever he expected of me, i did it. he knows everything, he knows what i do and don’t do and i’ve been terrified of him for years. so i do what he wants. i hate it but he beat it into me since i was a kid.” i didn’t know what to say. his voice was breaking and his eyes wouldn’t meet mine. but i still don’t know how to believe him.

“how do i believe that. how do i believe what your telling me?” my voice was soft. we looked into the others eyes for a moment before he took off his ring. oh. he closed the space between us, grabbed my hand and put his ring in it.

“that’s how” he still had my hand in his and i was searching his mind. he was telling the truth. for the first time ever i knew draco malfoy. everything i saw wasn’t the draco i thought i knew since first year. he was different. he was real. i turned my head up at him and he looked down at me. our eyes were locked and i reached up, pulled his face to meet mine, and kissed him.

draco malfoy x fem!slytherin! potter reader

part 1 here

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 1.2k

warnings: kind of angst? kind of fluff? nothing rlly tbh

A/N: this is the second part in a series, the first one is the first ever fanfic i’ve written. i haven’t got any notes yet but im still gonna post because i’m committed:)

the interaction with draco slipped our minds during the long journey to hogwarts for the school year. harry and i were bummed. excited to be back home and in the wizarding world rather than at the dursley’s, but we still were sad that we don’t get to see sirius as much. we can’t even really send letters for fear of him being caught.

i had to sit with the slytherin table during the sorting due to being a prefect which was absolutely dreadful. not the prefect part but the slytherin part. the reason that harry was upset with me during first year for being sorted into slytherin made more sense the more i had to be around them. the qualities of being a slytherin weren’t annoying, evil, and down right horrible but the majority of the others sure did give us that reputation. the memory of our conversation with draco popped back into my head since i had to sit with him to help welcome the new slytherins . i sat down and he looked at me sideways but not with disdain like he usually did.

“you alright there princess?” i pretty much choked on air. what the hell did he just say to me?

“what?” i turned to look at him so i could fully see his face and maybe read his expression to figure out what he meant. i’m usually good at reading him but this was a look i have never seen him with before. what was he getting at?

“i just asked if you were alright” he said with a chuckle and a smile.

“no i mean the princess part” he stopped laughing but was still smirking.

“what about it?” that stupid smirk.

“don’t call me that”

“awww why? it suits you well” i- wha-? merlin even my thoughts are stuttering. i have no idea who this is but it isn’t draco malfoy. before i could respond dumbledore starting to speak and we both turned to face him. all i could think about the entire time was what the hell draco was doing. this had to be some new tactic to get under my skin. well points to draco because it’s working

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after getting the new slytherins settled i spent the rest of the day with harry, hermione, and ron. i didn’t say anything about what draco said because there was nothing to say. he was just teasing as usual...right? i don’t know but there’s nothing they could do about it anyway.

that night i didn’t go to sleep. i hated sleep. i would always get nightmares and the ones that i’ve had since june are too painful. so now i just avoid sleep like the plague. in june when harry was competing in the last task for the triwizard tournament i got a terrible feeling. my whole body was like harry’s scar in the way that we could sense voldemort, but my senses were a lot stronger. the slightest connection to the dark lord had a physical effect on me. when harry got to the cup with cedric in the maze i was in pain, not excruciating but enough to make me worry like hell, and not just for harry. cedric was my best friend. we got close during my 2nd year. it was an unlikely friendship considering the age difference and the house rivalry but he was my best friend. so when i got that feeling during the third task, i was worried for the both of them. it got worse and i could tell that voldemort was close to harry. i kept searching for his mind trying to see if he would take of his ring and he did. right as i got into his head to see what was happening, cedric died. i watched it happen. and every night when i went to sleep i saw it. over and over and over again. i was powerless, unable to save him, watching from harry’s mind. so like i said, i don’t sleep... until i can’t hold it off anymore.

i went to the common room and sat on a couch reading for hours. it had to have been at least 2:00 in the morning so i definitely didn’t expect to hear footsteps coming from the boys dorms. my head lifted from my book and i saw draco. honestly i’m too tired for this. i didn’t say anything and i dropped my head back to my book. he just stood there. he didn’t move. he didn’t speak. he just stood there staring. i could literally feel his smirk on me. and then he drew a breath and before i could mentally prepare myself, he spoke.

“you know you really should get to sleep, it’s late”

“i’m not tired, and you’re up too so what’s your point” i never picked up my head. i kept my eyes on the page in front of me even though i wasn’t retaining any of the words...only the ones coming from the platinum blonde. he started walking towards me, i still kept my eyes on the page. that is until the page disappeared as the book was being taken from my hands and the boy sat down on the spot on the couch next to where my legs were propped up. my head shot up and my eyes narrowed.

“hey!! what are you doing?” i seethed at the loss of the weight of the book in my hands. he set it down on the end table next to him.

“ummm i’m sitting down?” i let out a sigh before i responded

“i mean, there is no one else down here and there are plenty of other seats. what are you doing sitting here.” i said while pointing at the couch scowling “also give me my book back” he just did that stupid smirk, laugh, hand through hair thing that he did on the train. it made my stomach feel weird. i don’t know why but it did.

“well you see princess, the other seats aren’t this close to the pretty girl in the room” i completely ignored my need for the book as i blinked. i don’t think i physically could do anything but blink.

“i think you just had a stroke.” there was no other explanation. his face was bright as he laughed and but his lip slightly.

“and why do you think that” because this is absolutely insane. because you are absolutely insane.

“you just called me princess for the second time today AND you said pretty. you called me pretty. you had a stroke. that’s the only explanation.” HE SMIRKED. AGAIN. HAND THROUGH THE HAIR. AGAIN. he’s driving me insane.

“maybe the explanation is that i think you’re pretty” that’s laughable. that’s funny.

“you know what? i’m going to bed” his eyes. oh merlin his eyes are doing something weird. i stood up to leave and as i was passing him he grabbed my wrist. i’m nothing but confused. he looked up at me and said

“i thought you weren’t tired” he’s still smirking. i pulled my wrist out of his grasp and started to walk towards the dorms. right as i pulled my wrist away i spoke

“goodnight draco” i took a few steps before i heard his voice behind me

“you know, you’re the only one that calls me that” i looked back at him with raised eyebrows. i’m the only one that called him by his name? he read my expression easily and said “everyone usually just calls me malfoy. you always call me draco.” smiling. he was smiling. not smirking. not mocking. he was smiling at this. i blinked at him and walked to my dorm. was i actually going to sleep? no. but at least i had something to think about.

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• draco malfoy

• fred weasly

• george weasly

• charlie weasley

• bill weasley

• ron weasly

• harry potter

• cedric diggory

• oliver wood

• remus lupin

• sirius black

• regulus black

• james potter

draco malfoy x fem!slytherin!potter reader

summary: draco malfoy and harry potters twin sister have hated each other since they met. but in 5th year he comes to find that maybe he doesn’t hate her and the reasons he did end up be the things he loves

word count: 1k

warnings: angst, cussing, bullying (really just banter)

A/N: hehe this is the first fanfic i’ve ever written and i’m making it a series bc i rlly want to. it’s a classic enemies to lovers bc im a sucker for that trope. feel free to reblog, comment, and let me know any criticism or suggestions! also feel free to request something, i’ll be posting my rules and what i do and don’t do when it comes to writing!! also i do not own the gif

this was the last thing i expected to happen. falling for draco malfoy? definitely not a part of the plan. my twin brother, my two best friends, and i have hated him since we got to hogwarts. and the feeling was mutual up until 5th year.

hogwarts express 5th year

“why is it we always have so much trouble finding a compartment?” hermione asked as we finally sat down after what seemed like forever

“probably because we’re always late” said ron completely out of breath. harry just plopped down onto the seats as hedwig fluttered around in her cage.

“oh merlin i really don’t feel like dealing with him right now” i breathed out as i saw malfoy and his goons about to open the door to our compartment. hermione rolled her eyes and looked out the window as we moved across the tracks. harry breathed deep ready to listen to me remind draco of how awful, ignorant, and stupid he is.

“well if it isn’t hogwart’s most popular band of blood traitors” malfoy sneered as he eyed everyone in the compartment.

“come to remind us that you’re insecure and you take it out on those you feel threatened by? don’t worry we haven’t forgot” i retorted, barely looking up from the book i started reading. he really thinks it isn’t obvious that he just has daddy issues.

“right i’m the insecure one, tell me potter what’s is like living in your brothers shadow?” what i would do to smack that look right off of his face. the only problem is we’re both the slytherin prefects this year and i would like to stay one. if he had enough reason he could get me replaced easily. so i could only attack him with words. harry, hermione, and ron usually just let me at him when it came to the little arguments he would start because we all knew i was the only one who actually got under his skin

the things is, i’m not a regular witch or wizard like everyone else. when harry and i were babies and voldemort killed our parents he tried to kill harry first. i was caught in the cross fire of the killing curse and the power that save my brother which exposed me to so much pure magic that now i don’t need to use and wand to do magic. i still could use one and i often did, especially due to our classes. it helps localize magic and lets me do more detailed work. but everyone knew how powerful i really was and that scared the shit out of draco malfoy. especially because he couldn’t control me and he knew i was stronger than him. the only thing that made him feel safe was the ring on his finger. see the things is, i can get into peoples heads. it’s like legilimency but different because it’s on another level. so when the wizarding world learned of my power and my place at hogwarts, dumbledore got a lot of letters from concerned and angry parents. the solution was every student in hogwarts got either a ring, bracelet, or necklace that was made of a particular stone and was spelled to keep me out of their head. so draco had no problem adding his to the plethora of rings on his fingers.

“yes draco keep telling us how small your dick is” i kept my eyes on the book as i spoke. for some reason this insult seems to hit guys the hardest. i know because as soon as i said it harry and ron’s eyes went wide and harry chuckled seeing draco’s face go red.

“says the girl who couldn’t get a date to the yule ball, probably because of the ugly scar scrawled across her forehead” he laughed with crabbe and goyle for a moment until his face fell when he saw mine. the scar was the one thing i hated about myself. both my brother and i had them but for some reason i hated mine a lot more than he did his. harry, hermione, and ron knew this much and so did draco actually. that’s exactly why he said it. but when he saw my face drop and my eyes flash green reflecting the anger i felt as they always did he instantly regretted his choice. i grabbed my wand out of my pocket and stood up holding it to his throat, eyes still a vibrant green.

“talk about my scar again and see what happens. i dare you.” i expected some snarky response or a “my father will hear about this” but he looked me up and down slowly in a way he has never looked at me before. he didn’t say anything for what felt like forever as his mouth dropped slightly and he tilted his head still looking at me. he bit his lip before slowly nodding and finally responding to my statement, my wand still held to his throat.

“okay” what?

“what?”

“i said okay.” he was smirking as he ran a hand through his hair, still looking at me. why was he smirking? what’s going on? that was too easy. there’s no way he’s backing down now. but i had no reason to keep my wand held up to his throat so i let my arm fall to my side. everyone else looked equally as confused as i did, including crabbe and goyle. he smiled and left the compartment, the two boys following after him, still completely flabbergasted at his response

“what the hell was that?” harry’s voice snapped me out of my thoughts and i spun around, my face still expressing my confusion.

“i was thinking the same thing” said ron staring out of the compartment door. he looked like he was expecting draco materialize back to the spot he was in as if he imagined it.

“i have no idea. he just left. he said okay and left .” i sat down as i spoke and look dumbfounded. hermione made eye contact with me, opened her mouth to speak, but closed it as if she couldn’t find words. she looked like she was thinking hard. then again she always looked like that. but i don’t think anyone was as confused as i was.