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tumblr used to be a safe place for so many of us, but recently, with the waves of unnecessary hate and bullying, many writers are discouraged to continue writing and don't feel that spark of happiness they used to feel while logging in.
if you're a content consumer, please support your favorite writers as much as you can; leave comments, reblog with tags or a little something like your favorite quote, leave an ask telling them how good their work was and you're endlessly thankful for the time they put in this... too many writers feel like their efforts go to waste because they think they "don't fit in" (this is what a writer friend of mine told me before deactivating, i'm just using her own words here).
writing is fun, it's a hobby for us. so when it slowly turns into a task, something we have to do instead of something we want to do, this is when many of us decide to leave
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SO WHAT ARE WE DOING?
Besides filling out the survey, it’s time to show tumblr we mean business and show our displeasure by hitting them where it hurts.
Ad revenue.
We’re proposing a 24 hour log off as phase one of this protest.
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WILL THIS WORK?
Maybe, maybe not. It’s an attempt at doing SOMETHING.
Summary: reader has a secret pen pal which turns out to be something more.
Pairings: Draco Malfoy x reader
Warnings: very very slight angst, i'm not even sure it can qualify as that. Fluffy ending as always.
Word Count: 3876
So, this is something slightly different from what i usually write but i hope you like it nevertheless. It's like most of my stories, but the narration is helped by letters which are written in cursive.
Moreover, the words that are crossed over like this are meant to be read but not by draco and y/n.
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It's usually the people that don't know you that are able to see right through you, to understand you and read you like an open book. There might be a reason behind it but it didn't matter, nothing mattered, not a name, not a face, just a few words and neatly folded pieces of parchment. You had never really believed in destiny, in fate, but his letters made you believe in something more magical than magic itself.
You left the paper on the ground of one of the least frequented corridors of Hogwarts, the one you loved to visit exactly because of its secrecy, not in plain sight but slightly covered by a nearby statue, one of the school's famous armours.
You had written it hurriedly that morning, the thought of writing that letter the first thing that crossed your mind when you woke up. A response wasn't the reason why you had written it, you couldn't really explain the logical motive behind it. In fact, logic had nothing to do with what you just did, even though logic was what had guided you all your life. Every decision taken after a long time of pondering, but this, this was completely and perfectly impulsive.
You left the letter there and hurried away, resuming your path towards your next class, unaware that your letter would have been greatly appreciated by someone.
A certain blond student found the letter by chance, or perhaps by fate. He picked it up and eyed it suspiciously before opening the wax that sealed the parchment.
Dear Passerby,
you have found my letter. It must be destiny, or maybe not.
The important thing is that you have now my letter and with it, a choice. Write another one or not. Very simple, isn't it?
He read it slowly and searched for a signature, but he didn't find any. Just a couple of words written quickly on the paper. He didn't recognize the handwriting, but he thought it was lovely, a little bit messy if you'd like, but lovely.
He folded the letter again and placed it in his pocket, carefully. Then he reached into his bag to find another piece of parchment and his quill. He made sure no one was in the corridor and began writing, placing the piece of paper against the wall and gliding the quill on it.
He didn't really think about what he was writing, he simply wrote. Words spoken by the heart and written by his hand, his brain only helping by forming coherent sentences.
He finished the letter but he didn't sign it with his name, he folded it and placed it where he had found the previous one before tucking away his quill and sauntering to his next class.
You returned to the corridor the same day, in the afternoon, desperately searching for your potions book and hoping you had forgotten it there. You hadn't found your book, but you saw a yellowish something in the distance and got closer to inspect it. A letter, like the one you had left, only this one hadn't the purple wax you had used on it.
Dear Letter-Writer,
I have found your letter so I want you to know that it is now in good hands, don't worry about it.
Weird place to leave a letter... I'm not judging at all, but if I didn't rescue it, it would have been probably found by Filch and I doubt he would have made a nice interlocutor as much as me...
I'll let you decide though and if you decide you prefer Filch, I will give the letter back, reluctantly, but I expect something in exchange.
A Passerby
You read it and re-read it in your head but no matter how many times your eyes surveyed the curvy letters, the big smile that was planted on your face didn't lessen. You stared at the handwriting: you could tell it was rushed but whoever wrote this tried to make it as tidy as possible.
You started making wild guesses in your head as to who could have found your letter, but no one came to mind. No one you knew usually came near this corridor and it couldn't be any of your friends that had followed you because you knew their handwriting.
Footsteps started approaching and you quickly tucked the letter in your robes' pocket before going towards your common room.
During the walk, you started thinking about what you could write in the next letter and you didn't even notice the figure that stumbled against your arm.
"Excuse me!" you immediately apologized, looking up at the person. He had light blond hair, lighter skin and even lighter eyes: Draco Malfoy. You didn't know him personally but he did catch your eye from time to time, being pleasantly attractive.
He looked at you hurriedly and nodded, placing a hand on your shoulder for a second before stalking away, clearly having somewhere to be.
You brushed it off and continued towards your common room. Once inside, you grasped a piece of parchment and a quill, sitting down at one of the tables there. Everyone was either doing last-minute homework or already in their dorms, therefore you knew you wouldn't have been interrupted.
You began writing, the tip of the quill gliding effortlessly against the old-looking paper. It was much neater than the letter you had written that morning and you sealed it with your usual wax with a proud smirk.
Dear Passerby,
I'm glad to know my letter is in safe hands. Even though I don't know who you are, I trust you'll make good use of it so I don't think it necessary to return it.
I enjoyed receiving an answer but I would enjoy it even more if I received a name. I'll confess I've been thinking about you all day, despite not knowing you.
With curiosity,
Someone
You then brought the new letter with you towards your dorm, placing it on your bedside table along with the 'passerby's' letter, and drifted off to sleep.
At least you tried. It was difficult falling asleep: thoughts and questions about the mysterious writer clouding your mind.
The next morning you got ready as always, but you woke up a little earlier in order to leave your letter in the usual place before having breakfast. You made sure no one saw you and dropped the missive, already savoring the meal you were about to enjoy.
At the end of your lessons, you contemplated whether to go check the letter's spot or not, but you decided not to, instead leaving some time for your secret pen pal to actually respond.
You tried returning the next day in the early morning, but saw Filch patrolling with his cat, Mrs Norris. You saw a piece of parchment hidden behind the boot of one of the armours and waited for Filch to turn around to dash forward and grab it before he could find it. You ran as far as you could and found refuge in the library.
There were no students yet, making the library even more silent than usual. You sat on one of the couches and began reading excitedly.
Dear Someone,
I'm afraid I can't reveal you my name for if I did, you wouldn't be inclined to writing me anymore. I'm flattered to know you already think of me all the time. If I'm being honest with you, I checked the corridor so many times before actually finding your letter. I guess I couldn't wait to read more from you.
The truth is that I'm enjoying this exchange of letters more than I thought I would. I'll be waiting for more, but in the mean time, I'll tell you this: I'm incredibly handsome, so the next time you'll be thinking of me, you'll be able to picture me better.
Best regards,
A Handsome Passerby
You scoffed silently to yourself, shaking your head at the haughty tone your mysterious pen pal and decided to respond duly. You took the nearest scrap of paper you could find and took your quill from your bag, changing your position from the couch to one of the tables the students usually used for studying.
Dear Twat,
thank you for the information you so kindly gave me, but I already had an image of you in my mind and you were far from 'handsome'. I think I like mine better so I'll keep imagining you like that, annoying smug smile and all.
Despite everything, I desperately want to know more. I decided I'm going to ask you a question in every letter and you'll have to answer me honestly. Or not, it's really up to you... What's your favourite subject? Boring, I know, but I thought it fitting to start.
I was almost forgetting, I'm afraid our corridor isn't the best place to leave our letters anymore: Filch almost found the last one. If you still intend to write to me, leave the next message in the library, near the Divination section (no one goes there anyway).
Sincerely,
Always More Curious
You kept the newly written letter with you for the whole day, passing near the corridor every once in a while but always finding someone there already.
You decided to check one last time after dinner and finally found it empty, successfully depositing the letter there.
You found yourself visiting the library way more often the next few days, occasionally peeking in the Divination section, hoping to find something that didn't belong there. And you did find it.
To whom it may aggravate,
I was initially delighted to receive your letter, but after reading its content, I felt deeply hurt. How dare you assume I'm annoying? How will I ever recover from such an affront?
Anyway, I find your idea quite interesting and I promise you I will be completely and totally honest with you, as long as you don't ask me embarrassing things. If you do, I'll have to make something up because I can't ruin my reputation just like that, can I?
I also wanted to tell you that the Divination section might not be the best place either since I'm an avid frequenter of that part of the library. Yes, my favourite subject is Divination. No, I will not accept any criticism about it, it's quite a fascinating subject once you get past the recurring death predictions.
I, too, have a question for you: favourite color, what is it? I'm guessing purple... I predicted it. You could too if you appreciated more the elegant art of Divination.
Best Regards,
An Offended Twat
Your mysterious correspondence kept going: you frequently changed the places you left the letters in, from the library to the lake, from the depths of the castle to the school's several towers. You asked him an always new question in each letter to which he always responded with his usual irony (mixed with sincerity), making you grow more and more curious with each new information you learned.
What started as a silly exchange, blossomed into a beautiful friendship, the two of you trusting each other with very sensible topics. He had told you about his family situation, which wasn't of the best, and you confided things you wouldn't even tell your best friends to him, knowing he would have understood.
With the time, this friendship started to turn into something more, at least for you. You felt some kind of warmness every time you received a new letter, not that feeling of excitement that you experienced with the first missives, neither that feeling of friendly happiness that pervaded you as the two of you grew paradoxically closer. It was something else, something different, and you still couldn't quite place it but you needed more.
My dear Idiot,
Today was extraordinarily exhausting. As of now I'm writing from my bed and I don't think I'll be able to move for a week, so sorry in advance for the delay.
I was thinking about our pact: no names, just talking, or better, writing. I know we decided we wouldn't have revealed our identity but I couldn't help but thinking about this: what if some day someone else finds these letters? What if someone finds your message and I never hear from you again?
I know it's silly and I know I'm never going to hear the end of it, but I don't know if I could be as happy without our correspondence, without you.
I'm probably just overthinking... anyway, how did it go with that girl? Did she finally notice you or are you too daft to actually go talk to her? Knowing you, I have a feeling it's the second option...
Write me soon,
Another Idiot
He had confessed you he had been thinking about this girl. You immediately felt jealous, something inside you twisting around itself at the first mention of her. He once asked you for advice since the two of you are so close and maybe it's exactly because you were so close that you fell in love with him, whereas he merely thought of you as a friend, someone to confide in.
It hurt, but it would have hurt even more to tell him the truth and have him rejecting you. So you went along with it, ignoring the butterflies that erupted every time you received a new letter, ignoring the sharp daggers that his rambling about that girl sent you, ignoring both the happiness and the melancholy that writing to him brought you.
My Beloved Burden,
I understand your concerns because I've had them too, multiple times. But the fear I had since the first day hasn't lessened. I truly believe it's better this way even though it hurts me more than I care to admit knowing I will never know your name.
As always, you know me too well, darling. I will never find the courage to talk about my feelings to someone else that isn't you. (I will ignore your sappy remarks only if you ignore mine, deal?)
Waiting for your reply,
Your Personal Burden
Ps. You need to stop scribbling over certain words: it's incredibly messy and I always try too hard to understand what you wrote, unsuccessfully.
Dearest Dimwit,
I scribble over certain words because I don't want you to read them. If i wanted you to, I wouldn't, don't you think?
A question still lives in my mind, though. Do you really think I would stop talking to you if I knew who you were? Are you You-Know-Who perhaps? Even worse, am I exchanging letters with that Umbridge Hag? Merlin help me if that's the case...
Anyway, talking about more serious matters: you need to gather up the courage to talk to her. You can't continue like this, she might be interested in you. Hell, I have never seen you and I know she would be a fool not to fancy you! You are smart, witty and, even if it hurts me to feed your stupid ego, remotely funny. Anyone would be an idiot to refuse you, really.
Good luck,
Someone Who Believes In You
After you dropped that letter in your chosen place, your heart completely shattered. Thousands of little pieces piercing your skin from underneath at the mere thought of him.
You started to visit the astronomy tower very frequently, hoping to find another message, but every time you left crestfallen with empty hands.
He had mustered the courage he needed, he had received a positive response and he had forgotten you. Simple as that. Why would he need you when he had the one he wanted? You were just a couple of words messily written on paper, a few sentences that mattered nothing in comparison to that girl.
You resigned yourself, knowing that he was happy. That was enough for you, his happiness, no matter how much it actually took from you.
You gradually began to visit the tower less and less, until you completely avoided it, it being the place your dreams had vanished forever.
Your friends were getting worried upon seeing your dejected state, despite your idle attempts at masking it. You never revealed them the true reason behind your sorrow, but they tried nevertheless to support you.
"I understand it if you don't want to tell me, but you don't deserve this. You have to let go." said one of your friends one night in your dorm. "Whenever I struggle to forget about something hurtful, i find that seeking closure is the best thing."
You pondered about those words that night while hopelessly tossing and turning in your bed. They echoed in your head and you knew what had to be done.
You put on your robes and quietly made your way out of the common room, careful not to wake anyone. You walked decisively, your steps steady and quick as you made your way towards the place that had haunted your dreams ever since that day.
You arrived after what seemed like an eternity to the top. No letters.
You felt tears prickling your eyes but you were determined to keep them there and leaned on the railing of the tower, gazing at the myriads of stars that dotted the sky that night.
It seemed wrong, to feel so conflicted and heavy in such a peaceful environment, and yet you couldn't do anything to change that feeling. Your mind was interrupted by a light sound: someone coming up the stairs.
You quickly hid in the darkness beside the entrance of the tower, fearing a prefect or Filch making nightly rounds.
A head of blond hair made its appearance in the faint light casted by the moon. The boy leaned on the railing, unknowingly copying the same movements you had done moments before. The pale moon glow emphasized his sharp features, seemingly softening them.
You recognized the blond to be Draco Malfoy, an attractive slytherin you had seen many times in the halls. He was fidgeting with something in his hands, but you couldn't quite see it from your hiding place. You attempted to get a better view by slightly leaning out, but you must have involuntarily made a sound for the blond turned abruptly in your direction, hiding quickly his hands behind his back.
"Who's there?" You emerged from the darkness and showed yourself.
"I'm sorry if I scared you. I got here a few minutes ago and I hid when I heard you arrive... I thought you were Filch, you know." you quietly explained, giggling slightly . "I'll leave you alone now."
"No- I mean, you got here before me." he stretched his hand to stop you but quickly let it fall to his side. "You can stay."
You smiled lightly and stepped closer to him, placing your elbows on the cold metal of the railing once more as he did the same.
The object you couldn't quite identify before was now clear in front of you, tightly clutched in his hands. A letter.
"What's that?" you asked slowly, trying not to jump to conclusions.
"Oh... nothing, 's just-" he eyed the letter pensively, holding it in both his hands as if it was made of glass before ripping it to shreds. "Nothing."
"What? No!" you tried to catch a few of the pieces that were now flying lightly in the soft breeze, almost reflecting the moonlight as they floated in the air. "Why did you do it?"
"Why do you care?" his tone wasn't rude or mean, rather confused by your suddenly alarmed tone.
"I- whoever the recipient of that letter was will be mad you ripped it apart..."
"I don't think that- how did you know it was a letter?" he inquired, turning to look at you expectantly.
"Because I think I know who the letter was for." you replied slowly, not once looking away.
His eyes lit up as realization hit him. You were the girl he had been writing to. You were the girl he bared his heart to and you were the girl that hadn't yet received a reply from him. You were the girl but you weren't the girl and your hopeful expression soon vanished as you remembered.
"So the letter I found that day was yours?" asked Draco with the hint of a smile on his face as he finally linked a face to dozens of messages.
You simply nodded and returned your gaze to the night sky. He stayed silent, not knowing what to say, afraid that his identity had disappointed you.
"Why did you rip it apart?" you asked, a bit of anger audible in your voice. He chuckled nervously before answering.
"I was afraid."
The answer caught you off guard.
"What do you mean you were afraid?" you asked incredulously once more.
"It means I was afraid of what your answer might have been." he replied, fidgeting with his now empty hands.
"So you thought that not telling me you didn't want to continue our exchange would have been better?" you asked mockingly and he looked at you, more confused than before.
"What?"
"I'm not blaming you, I wouldn't have wanted to continue this too if I had found someone else." you explained, unable to look at him in the eyes.
"What do you mean someone else?" You scoffed loudly, angry as he kept rubbing salt in the wound.
"Oh, come on! You finally asked her and she said yes... I'm happy for you and that girl and I get it if you don't need me anymore."
"That girl?" he asked, slightly offended. "It's always been you. You are the girl."
Your eyes widened, but you didn't dare looking at him, thinking it was all just a bid stupid joke.
He gently grasped your chin in his hand, softer than you expected, and he gazed in your eyes with his silvery ones, lighter than you ever imagined.
"You are the girl. No one else. You really believed I could have fallen for someone else when I knew you? You must be the daft one here... it's you." his eyes were twinkling like the stars in the sky that surrounded you and you noticed he was closer than you thought.
"I am?" you whispered and he cupped your face tenderly, thumbs gently rubbing your cheekbones.
"You've always been, since the first letter, since the first word, since we bumped in that hallway." you kept on staring at him, waiting for someone to pinch you and wake you from this dream but it never happened.
"You knew it was me?"
"I had a feeling... And I understand if you don't-"
You placed your index finger on his lips, interrupting him. He gazed at your hand then back at your eyes, his own narrowing as if silently asking why you had done that.
You slowly leaned in, closing your eyes and he closed the distance between you, sealing your lips together, cradling your face the way he had held onto the letter just minutes ago.
"You have no idea how much I wanted to do this."
"You're telling me!" you shrieked as he laughed genuinely, still holding you as if you were the most delicate of flowers.
"My name's Draco by the way."
"I know."
"And you don't care about who I am?" he asked concernedly.
🧞♂️ - i might be spamming a little too much honestly, i'm sorry for that but... i love this one and i'd love to know which hp quote you associate me with👀
“just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn’t mean we all have” HAHA
hi audra dear, CONGRATULATIONS AGAIN YOU DESERVE THIS!!! :))))
🪁 - i'm asking this first cause i really wanna now hehe
MY FIRST IMPRESSION CAME FROM TAGS i was j doing some reading and i came across your account, read a bunch of fics, and knew u were one of the good blogs
hiiii so im incredibly behind on my celebration asks, and tbh i don't think i will have any time to post any until this weekend. this summer job is kicking my ASS
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