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in which — the traditional method of finding one’s soulmate in the wizarding world is through a shared mental link of music. by the age of seventeen, those who have not yet found their other half are left to, essentially, lose hope in the connection. as his friends plan their desperate attempts to search through hogwarts for a match at the beginning of their sixth year, draco malfoy can no longer ignore the repetitive tune that seems to be growing louder in his head . .
contains — fem!reader, slytherin!reader, a depressed draco malfoy, five slytherin friends (mattheo riddle, theodore nott, enzo berkshire, blaise zabini, and pansy parkinson), a clumsy neville longbottom and an invisibly nosy harry potter . .
a/n — none of the other slytherin characters have the gender of their soulmate explicitly stated (mattheo’s, pansy’s, and blaise’s are hinted at belonging to the opposite gender), feel free to imagine whichever you’d prefer ʚ♡ɞ
word count — 1.5k
THE STEADY RUMBLE THAT EMITTED FROM the Hogwarts Express as it began its journey momentarily tore Draco Malfoy from his reverie. He could hear the sounds of a few stragglers hurriedly shoving their trunks into the racks overhead, while a hoard of eager first years debated on whether or not it was an appropriate time to dress in their robes.
He rolled his eyes as he caught sight of Neville Longbottom barging into every compartment, a ridiculous potted-plant held in his hands as he nervously asked anyone if they’d spotted a lone toad.
His eyes were latched on the window beside the seat he occupied, watching as parents and younger siblings waved frantically at the train as it caught speed. The misty sky and the brick wall of the station as the train started barreling from view blocked his sight of the swaying trees outside, forcing him to stare at his own reflection.
The skin around his eyes had become sunken, a persistent look of exhaustion limning his features. He subconsciously tugged at the sleeve of the black suit he wore.
The clanking of trunks and footsteps neared him. Tearing his eyes away from the worn version of himself that stared back at him sombrely, he turned towards the raucous.
“Thanks for saving us a seat, mate,” Mattheo Riddle said, as he lifted his own trunk above his head to place it on the luggage rack fastened to the roof of the small compartment.
Theodore Nott followed suit, a quick “Grazie” falling from his lips. Wordlessly, he lifted your own trunk up onto the rack.
He quickly took the spot next to Mattheo, who had squeezed himself uncomfortably against Draco. You looked at the row of three boys man-spreading, before deciding to sit across from Draco, beside the window.
Enzo Berkshire swore under his breath, stumbling slightly from the movement of the train as he neared. He groaned as he lifted his trunk up on the rack, the leather slamming onto the metal bars.
“Blimey, what could you have possibly packed like that?” Theo asked, as the rack started to creak under the weight of his trunk. “A philosopher’s stone?”
Enzo crouched down, shuffling into the seat next to you. “Nothing much, just some books,” he defended, as Draco looked up at the rack, creaking as if it were to collapse any minute.
“If by ‘some,’ you mean enough for the next two years..” Mattheo spoke, a look of mild interest on his face. He would never admit it, but he shared a keen interest in literature, despite teasing Enzo relentlessly for it.
Blaise Zabini lifted his own trunk onto the rack, before helping Pansy Parkinson with hers. The two shuffled into the small compartment, taking the spots next to Enzo.
“How was everyone’s summer?” Enzo asked, as he shifted in his seat comfortably.
“Pitiful,” Mattheo said. As you all stared at him for an explanation, he refused to elaborate, simply tugging at a loose seam on the sleeve of the jumper he wore.
Blaise coughed awkwardly. “How about you, Theo?” he asked.
The boy sighed. “Same old,” he said. “My father dragged me to Italy. I smoked away the whole trip, but the general idea was to ‘network’ for after I graduate.” He reached for a cigarette from the pocket of his jeans, his unhealthy vices already catching up to him before he could even get off the train. “Erano stronzate.”
You leaned your head against the window, shutting your eyes. It appeared that all of the sixth years were having a hard start to the school year, then.
“Did you guys hear about Dean Thomas and Parvati Patil?” Pansy asked, trying to distract the group from their own melancholy.
“No, what about them?” Enzo asked, catching on.
She sat up in her seat. “Apparently right after exams, Parvati walked in on Dean and Seamus listening to one of the song’s she’d been hearing for years,” she explained, causing all of you to straighten in your seats.
“Wait, wait, how did she figure out it was Dean and not Seamus, then?” Mattheo asked.
Pansy giggled. “It’s quite funny, actually. Apparently Dean was choreographing a slow-dance for his future wedding if he ever found his other half, and was dragging Seamus along just in case.”
Theo laughed at that. “Never would’ve thought those two would be soulmates.”
“Merlin, could you imagine if one of our soulmates is in Gryffindor?” Mattheo asked, shivering at the mere thought.
“Better than Hufflepuff,” Draco shrugged. “I think I’d pitch myself off the Astronomy Tower before I’d ever marry one of them.”
Pansy laughed, leaning over the table in the middle of the compartment. “What’s all your songs, then?” she asked to the group.
“Don’t even get me started,” Mattheo said, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s all just some Muggle rubbish. All girly pop songs,” he cringed.
Theo chortled. “Have you tried looking for a half-blood, then?” he asked.
“Or a Muggle-born,” Enzo suggested.
Mattheo stayed silent, snatching Theo’s cigarette from his hand and taking a long drag. He leaned his head back on the seats, eyes shut.
Blaise chuckled, turning to Theo. “What about you, mate?”
“Blimey, it’s always in a different language. Can’t make out which one, though,” he said. “I know it’s not Italian, and I’ve ruled out Latin.”
“That’s a tricky one, mate,” Enzo said, unable to hide the relief on his face that that was exclusively Theo’s problem to deal with.
“What about you?” Theo nodded towards him.
Enzo smirked at the thought. “It’s always classical,” he said. “It’s quite pleasant, actually.”
“Must be nice,” Blaise said. “Mine’s always the Weird Sisters or some equivalent. I’d much rather jazz or something,” he complained.
Pansy paused for a moment. “…Mine’s always jazz.”
Blaise looked over at Pansy, eyes widening. She blinked, shaking her head quickly and looking away.
“What about you?” she asked much too quickly, leaning over Enzo to speak to you.
“Blimey, I’m not sure,” you said truthfully. “Either my soulmate’s dead, or they just never listen to music,” you shrugged.
Theo straightened. “Wait, so you’ve never heard one of your soulmate’s songs, then?” he asked.
You bit your cheek. “Well, only once,” you remembered. “When I was around two or three, I’d heard a lullaby. It was a woman who was singing, then.”
“That’s good, then, it means your soulmate’s alive!” Enzo offered. “Or, at least they were..” he realized, looking down at his hands folded in his lap in embarrassment.
“This whole soulmate thing is rubbish, anyway,” Pansy said, as Blaise stared at her, slightly affronted. “Oh, come on,” she defended, “Fred Weasley and Angela Johnson realized they shared the same song in their sixth year, but then George swore that he had heard the exact same song.”
“That might just be a twin thing, Panse,” Theo suggested, taking a drag from the cigarette he’d pried back from Mattheo.
“Well, twin thing or not, I want to find my soulmate soon,” Mattheo said. “Kind of hoping for one of the Greengrass sisters.”
“Daphne’s already matched with someone,” Enzo said.
Mattheo sighed. “Just, anyone but that heady Millicent Bulstrode, then,” he said, earning him a fist bump in agreement from both Theo and Blaise.
Pansy sighed. “Draco, what’s yours?”
Draco, who had been leaning his chin in his palm and staring up at the luggage rack, pondered for a moment.
“It’s always been the same song recently,” he said.
Enzo perked up. “How’s it go?”
Draco bit down on his lip. “It’s always the words, ‘Oh, Ophelia, you’ve been on my mind, girl, since the flood,’ or something like that, anyway.”
You stared at Draco, unblinking.
“Who’s Ophelia?” Mattheo and Theo both asked; Mattheo in a mocking manner, Theo with genuine curiosity.
“It’s from some Muggle story,” Draco said, surprising all of you. “Ask Enzo, I’m sure he’ll know,” he said, as the boy nodded.
You continued to stare at Draco, your mind slowly puzzling the pieces together.
His eyebrows were furrowed, eyes narrowed as he stared up at the luggage rack once more. As if feeling your gaze, he craned his neck away from the sight, his eyes meeting yours.
You both stared at each other for a moment, his grey eyes void of any emotion.
“There’s still half an hour left,” Enzo said suddenly, leaning over you to stare out the window at the passing fields of Scotland.
Theo shifted in his seat, declaring that he was going to try to rest before arriving at school. Mattheo gladly accepted his half-burned cigarette. Enzo continued to stare out the window, his arms crossed over his chest, before pulling a book out. Pansy leaned over the table to talk to Mattheo about something she’d seen in the Daily Prophet, while Blaise subtly shot her furtive looks before being whisked away by a third-year, who’d told him the new Potions teacher had invited him to a gathering in his own compartment.
You reached into the pocket of your jeans, pulling out a small frayed cassette player you had bought from a Muggle shop over the summer. You pulled the headphones attached to the small mechanism over your head, placing it over your ears.
As you clicked play on the small device, you shut your eyes, letting the familiar words flow through your ears.
Oh, Ophelia, Heaven help the fool who falls in love.
notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚ this was coachella 2016. we’re js going to ignore the fact that this song came out that same year and that a cassette player wouldn’t work at hogwarts 😭 um idk who to credit but this was inspired by the tiktok trend from (i think ?) 2021 dracotok 🤍
I was wondering if you could do a draco malfoy x reader for someone who isn't doing too well mentally? Like not really him comforting them (because this guy can be blunt af sometimes, but i see his take on trying to comfort someone with a fake world that isn't practical for said person) but just being there for them when they need it? Especially when reader tries to off themself one night? some fluff hmmm?
I know this is some sensitive content, so please don't feel pressured to write about this 🩷
☆ context below. tw: suicide
I tried to off myself one night after having enough of a toxic relationship with someone in my friend group and just general life. I've left them now and still have the same friends but they still talk to them behind my back when I've explicitly said i don't feel comfortable with them talking (and I'm not them, i understand i can't control people but at least tell me if you're going to run to them later saying everything i told you) anyways I dont know how to feel about it.
anyways I think I'm okay now. it's been a couple weeks and I've been drowning myself in my studies because I can't have both my lives crumbling down on me (I mean if my social life is crap I can't have my studies crumbling too- in senior high btw) but I think it's even worse lol....
I've also been teaching myself french for the fun of it because well I love the language (totally not because I love reading fics in other languages) but I think it's honestly because I like the feeling of being in control. somehow. maybe. guess it's the eldest daughter genes coming through. lol
sorry I rambled for a bit
- raine☆
hi raine,
i’m really behind on requests rn, but i didn’t want you to think that i was ignoring this. i’m so sorry that that happened to you, and ik this is way easier said than done, but ( if possible ), maybe you can try to find another friend group, because if they keep engaging with that person i think it’s just going to lead to more problems in the long run — especially since you’ve already vocalized your discomfort with this.
ik i’m personally someone who struggles to make friendships, and whenever i do, struggles to maintain them. i’ve also had some suicidal tendencies from at least a year ago.
i have this draco fic from a while ago that i wrote when i was going through something similar — if it’s not really your cup of tea, please don’t hesitate to let me know and i can try to rewrite something similar.
(i’m a youngest daughter) but if you ever need someone to talk to, my inbox and dm’s are always open ( i also know french if you ever need help xx )
be gentle with yourself, and i wish you the best 🤍
in which — unable to fall asleep at night, you’re unexpectedly greeted by six slytherins who help you . .
contains — fem!reader, slytherin!reader, (a hungry) mattheo riddle, (a confused) enzo berkshire, (an unfazed) blaise zabini, (a cowardly) draco malfoy, (a longing) theodore nott, (a mischievous) pansy parkinson, a plot to hex neville longbottom, and the unwelcome company of the bloody baron . .
word count — 1.2k
THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM was void of any of your housemates. Moonlight that peeked through the windows from beneath the surface of the Great Lake outside casted a low glow over the room — just enough to make out where textbooks lay discarded on tables tucked in the back corner, Gobstones that scattered the floor, and POTTER STINKS badges that continued to shine brightly through the night.
With your legs pulled up under you as you sat on one of the large leather sofas near the fireplace, small embers still sparking against the logs, you relished in your own presence — except for maybe that of the Bloody Baron, who a group of first years had sworn they’d spotted lurking near the fireplace after dinner.
You reached for a throw pillow from the opposite side of the sofa, holding it flush against your chest. With your other hand, you held onto a box of Chocolate Cauldrons you had brought down from your dormitory — courtesy of Enzo Berkshire, who had bought all of his friends a pack at the last Hogsmeade visit, having accidentally discovered over the summer holidays that they helped ease the “hollowness” brought on by Dementors.
You peeled the seal off the box, pulling the lid off and popping a chocolate into your mouth. You stared at the faint embers in the fireplace as you chewed, wishing more than anything that you had brewed a Sleeping Draught in Potions for the night.
A gush of wind bounded across the room, causing you to halt your chewing. Your eyes darted across the Common Room, your breath hitching — you could have sworn you saw what looked like an opaque silver man, covered in blood . .
“Bella, what are you doing?” the voice of Theodore Nott whispered from halfway down the dormitory steps behind where you were seated, in an attempt to not startle you.
You jumped, your head shooting in his direction.
“Theo?” you questioned, before the unmistakeable bantering of his dorm mates followed after him.
“OW! Don’t step on my foot, Berkshire!” Mattheo Riddle spoke much too loudly, earning him a smack on the head from Blaise Zabini.
“Oh, piss off! Draco’s the one who pushed ahead of me,” Enzo defended, as Blaise swiftly manoeuvred away from Mattheo, who looked as if he were reaching for his wand.
“Can you guys shut up?” Pansy Parkinson urged, leading the rear of the group. “The last thing we need is Snape waking. I really do not wish to see him in his pyjamas,” she cringed at the thought.
“I do,” Mattheo spoke suddenly, causing each of you to stare at him in shock. “Oh, what? I’ve never seen the bloke in anything but those awful robes — I’d be shocked if he even owned a pair of pyjamas.”
Blaise laughed. “You reckon he keeps that greasy head of hair in a bonnet, as well?”
Enzo chortled. “He probably carries around a candle and all,” he held up his hand teasingly, as if balancing a candle on a silver platter.
“Can you guys be serious for once, please?” Theo demanded. He walked down the last few creaking steps, making his way over to the sofa you occupied, the others following behind him.
He sat down beside you, looking at you worriedly. “What’s wrong?” he whispered, his voice soft enough that only you could hear.
Mattheo interrupted with a sudden gasp, pointing towards you. “Can I have one?” he asked, a gleam in his eyes as he stared at the box of Chocolate Cauldrons on your lap.
You picked the box up, throwing it at him. Mattheo’s Quidditch skills preceded him, as he caught it effortlessly in his hand.
Pansy made her way to the sofa nearest you, sitting down to face you. “I woke up and you weren’t there, so I called the boys,” she explained. “Well, actually, I was planning on only getting Theo, but, you know..” she stared at where Mattheo, Enzo, and Draco were huddled on the sofa opposite her, each reaching for a Chocolate Cauldron, as Blaise stared at them from where he leaned against the mantelpiece with a look of disgust.
“I’m fine, actually, but thanks,” you said, your words coming out bitterer than you’d intended.
Theo still stared at you with a softened look, unbelieving of your claim.
You sighed. “I just can’t really sleep, is all,” you said, biting the skin of your lip.
“Any reason as to why?” Draco asked attentively from across the room, swatting Mattheo’s hand away as he reached for more chocolate.
You placed your head in your hands, an accumulation of exhaustion catching up to you. “I’m not sure.”
Theo opened his mouth, already ready to question you concernedly.
“You know, Madam Pomfrey has this really nice Calming Draught,” Enzo spoke through a mouthful of chocolate. “I had to take some after that one Quidditch game with the rogue Bludger,” he explained, as Mattheo choked on his chocolate at the mere thought of.
Blaise reached over, patting him on the back from where he stood.
“Or, what I like to do,” Mattheo collected himself, hiccoughing slightly, “actually, maybe I shouldn’t say it with two girls around..”
Blaise and Draco chuckled, even more-so when they caught Enzo’s disgruntled expression.
Theo, however, stayed focused on you. “We could go on a walk or something, tesoro,” he suggested.
Pansy shot up in her seat. “Oh! We could try to hex Longbottom. His arse is always sleeping outside the Gryffindor Common Room.”
“I’m in,” Mattheo said, already pulling out his wand.
“That’s brilliant,” Draco approved, as him and Blaise already began to head towards the dungeons, much to Pansy’s delightment.
“Blimey,” Enzo whispered.
“You in?” Theo asked, reaching a hand out to you.
You thought it over for a moment, before nodding; it was better than staying up all night until your next lesson in the morning, anyways.
You placed your hand in his, as he gently pulled you up from the sofa.
Suddenly, Mattheo swore loudly, stepping away from the Common Room wall.
“Merlin, there’s one thing I don’t mess with, and that’s the bloody dead, mate,” he said, backing away from the stone wall that concealed the entrance.
The silver-misty appearance of the Bloody Baron floated into view, the chains that wrapped around his clothing clanking as he neared.
The ghost stood in front of the stone wall, blocking the way out of the Common Room.
“Should we make a run for it?” Enzo whispered to the group.
“I’m not afraid of some dead ghost,” Draco spat out defensively.
At his words, the Bloody Baron stared down at the seven of you, unmoving, his eyes fixed on Draco.
The silver-haired boy suddenly broke out in a sprint, reaching the hallway of the dungeons.
“Coward!” Mattheo called after him, flinching as he himself ran past the ghost.
Blaise followed calmly, simply rolling his eyes. Enzo was right behind him, shuddering as he accidentally walked through the ghostly figure.
The dark gleam of the Baron’s stoic eyes stared down at Theo, Pansy, and you.
Theo swore loudly in his mother-tongue, lacing his hand in yours and his arm through Pansy’s, pulling the two of you through with a steady run.
As the stone wall shut behind the three of you, concealing the Bloody Baron from view, the ludicrous sights of Mattheo and Draco doubled-over as they caught their breaths, Pansy laughing as she unashamedly pointed at their hunched forms, Enzo and Blaise already making their way towards the stairwell, and the warm touch of Theo’s hand in yours, were enough to dissipate any of the disquietude you had felt earlier . .
notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚ i’m literally the worst person ever bc why am i writing straight bs at 3 a.m. when i have like five requests that have been rotting in my inbox for like a month 😞 #natalieportman
my apologies that it takes me like a gazillion years to finish requests — i can only ever write at night bc my parents are nosy, but then i also get tired asf mb ♡ :,(
my apologies for coming under your comment i don’t comment but the ringing in my ear won’t stop when I saw your comment and went through your page I had to pass the message of our ancestors as they wanted you to have this message from your picture I see you are a loving person who would always bend backwards to help anyone be it friends or family but you feel like you are running in circles it’s like four steps forward and five steps backwards although you radiate a positive energy you show so much love but you still are hardly appreciated, I see an emotional person around but you are not sure where it leads to you are often worried about the future does this also resonate with you message me now, We’ve got some to talk about dear
heyyy can i just ask how do u make the pictures in your posts small and in middle??
hii !! i’m not 100% sure if this is what you’re talking about :
but if yes, i just copy and paste two blank pics onto my posts, and drag them to the left and right sides of the pic you want in the middle !!
it kind of glitches sometimes (i can’t add the blank pic to this ask idk why sorry), but i find that if you try to edit an already saved post/draft and add the blank pics after it shows up as an error, so i just copy them onto my posts before saving it
you can copy the blank images from my pinned post, its right beside the pic that says “made in heaven,” and it should kind of stretch/shrink depending on the pic you want in the middle !!
