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Master List

STRANGER THINGS

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

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Almost Familiar

<- Chapter one

Chapter 2 - Lie to Girls

The blaring of the alarm clock was the last thing that woke me up. My body was covered in a cold sweat, last night's dreams on repeat in my mind as I slowly got ready for my day. The afternoon sun present in my room, my curtains doing absolutely nothing to mask the light. I run a hand down my face as the phone rings on my nightstand, picking it up without a second thought

"Rise and shine, Storm cloud!" I hear Eddie say happily, some commotion going on in the background.

"I'm hanging up" I grumble, almost slamming the phone on the receiver before I hear a chanting of 'No's come through the line. Begrudgingly I brought the phone back up to my ear, the rustling in the background somehow becoming worse.

"What do you want, Munson?" I asked, twisting my ring. I hear a soft chuckle, and a mutter of rude before he decided to get to the point.

"A bunch of people are rounding up over here at robin's house, I wanted to know if you wanted to come?" I hum softly to myself.

"Who exactly is a bunch of people?"

"People"

"Eddie, that's not an answer"

"friends"

"Whose friends?"

"...Mine?"

I let out a loud sigh, before he begins again.

"Cmon Claire, your new in town! You should meet some people, make some more fri-"

"Blah, Blah, Blah. What's the address Munson?"

~

I slow my car down and look at the mailbox beside me, ensuring I had the correct address, before cutting off my engine. I reach into the back to grab the grocery bag from the store I had stopped at along the way, before getting out of my car.

I slowly made my way up to the porch, softly knocking on the door. rocking back and forth on my feet, I wait as there was a click behind the door, before it swings open.

"Hey! You came!" Robin yelled ecstatically, ushering me inside of the home. My eyes flickered around, taking in the space before me. Floral wallpaper pasted on the walls, with a few different family photos being passed by as she showed me to the living room, where the savory aroma of pizza filled the air. There was an old beige couch in the middle of the room, with two similar styled armchairs adorning each side. In front of the TV was where the pizza boxes were, unopened, with different VHS tapes scattered about, blankets piled high on the floor. I smiled fondly at the thought that maybe I could just relax for once and not worry about everything else going on. In the kitchen, I could hear Dustin talking to someone. Looking over, I see him, Eddie, Lucas, Max, and Mike all gathered around the small island.

"So, you're storm cloud huh?" Robin asks teasingly, making an irritated sigh blow from my mouth.

"Unfortunately"

"I expected more," she makes a grand gesture with her hands "actual clouds"

"Give me ten minutes."

But apparently, that was hopeful thinking.

Because as soon as the words left my mouth, there was a beep from outside, and the door opened again only to reveal Steve walking in, bag in hand, and his eyes immediately finding mine. Robin glances between me and Steve before clapping her hands together, saying something about getting the movie ready. My eyes follow her as she turns around and sets up the movie, before returning to Steve who was watching me with a soft smile. I bit my lip and turned away, making my way towards the couch.

I watch as the chaos unfolds in front of me, sitting myself down on the far-right side of the couch. Dustin goes to open his mouth, but Eddie swats at him. I raised a brow but decided not to say anything. I shivered slightly, a frown coming across my face as I saw all the blankets had been taken and occupied. I twisted my ring, going to tuck my legs under myself, before a dark green blanket was presented in front of me.

Looking up, I saw Steve towering over me, arm extended out with said blanket in hand, a shy smile presented on his lips. "You look cold" he explained softly, shy eyes darting over my face.

The room buzzed with conversation around us, but suddenly it felt far away.

And for a moment, I wasn't in Robin Buckley's living room.

Suddenly, I was 12, waking up on the Harrington's couch, a soft grey blanket resting over my figure. The sound of E.T the Extra-Terrestrial playing softly on the TV, the room softly lit from it. Steve sitting on the other end of the couch, my legs resting on top of his lap as he struggled to keep his eyes open.

"Did.. did you put this on me?" I could remember younger me asking him shyly.

"Yeah, y'looked cold" He whispered, eyes never breaking from the TV.

Tick.

A warm object was placed on me, a soft whisper of my name. I snapped my attention to the person sitting in front of me, his hand waving in front of my face.

"Hellooooo? Earth to claire? We picked out a movie!" Dustin said, his hand showing Ferris Bueller's day off. I only nodded, looking over my shoulder to see Steve in the armchair next to me, looking straight ahead at the TV Like nothing happened.

I pulled the blanket closer to my body, the scent of fresh laundry drifting from it. However, underneath that was something else. Something achingly familiar.

Notes of Cedar, soap, summer air and clean cotton, with the slightest trace of aftershave.

Shaking my head softly, I excused myself and pushed up off the couch and to the kitchen, pulling open the refrigerator, looking for something to drink.

Either my life was just plain cruel, or I was in there far too long to the point someone had joined me in the kitchen.

"Having fun?" I heard steve ask gently, causing me to slam the fridge door shut, looking at him with wide eyes.

"Depends"

"On?"

"Whether Eddie lives to see another day" I joked, causing him to stifle a laugh.

"I've missed this" he said softly, causing me to raise an eyebrow. They all seemed close enough, surely, they all hang out a bunch.

"Hanging out with you, I mean" He corrects, as if reading my mind. I back away slightly, the cold soda slowly sweating in my clammy palms. He shot me a signature Harrington smile, before gently plucking my drink out of my hand, and turning back towards the living room.

I stood where I was in front of the fridge, cemented to the floor because suddenly, I don't know what to do, because that wasn't supposed to be true.

Because according to my version of history...

Steve stopped caring years ago

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Almost Familiar

Steve Harrington x Fem! OC

Summary - Steve Harrington was once Claire Bennett's best friend. Years later, they're nothing more than two people with shared memories and unfinished business. But as old wounds heal and new feelings emerge, they realize that falling in love with each other feels a lot like remembering something they thought they'd forgotten.

Takes place in SZ 4, Eddie is still alive bc i said so, no Chrissy rn, mentions of reader being sad, reader seeing the grandfather clock.

Chapter 2 ->

Chapter one - Tornado Warnings

“Do you want to tell me about the dreams?” She asked softly, adjusting herself in her cushioned desk chair. I freeze slightly, wringing my hands together as I try to process the dreams I've had for the past few days. 

“They’re just stress dreams” I spoke softly, my eyes flickering between hers and the clock ticking away on the wall. It felt easier to lie, because somehow saying that I see a giant grandfather clock and hear tornado sirens in my sleep sounds a little insane. She hums in understanding, writing something down in her book. 

“I know you just came back to Hawkins, do you feel like it's something to do with returning to your old home that may have you feeling this way?” She asked, her brow arching up as I shook my head. “No, No I don’t believe so” I said softly. “And everything is ok at home? No fights between your parents?” I shook my head again at her question, offering a soft no as an answer.

Ms.Kelley sighed softly, never missing a beat with any answer to the questions she asked. “Do you feel anxious?” “Sometimes.” “Do you feel alone?” “Not really.”

Lie.

I tense as Ms.Kelley’s eyes rack over my face, surely noticing the dark circles under my eyes. I twist the small gold band on my pinky finger, a habit that she picked up on immediately as her eyes darted from my face to my hands, then returning back to mine. 

“You look tired, Claire.” I nodded, rubbing my temple softly. “Uhm.. Yeah i haven’t been sleeping too much recently” She nodded at me, writing that down in her journal, her eyes looking at me through her thick lashes as my eyes darted again to the clock on the wall.

Tick

Tick

Tick

Just like in my dreams, and she picked up on it right away.

“Does something about the clock bother you?” She asks softly. “Oh, um no. No, I just didn”t realize how loud it was” I spoke softly, twisting my ring again. Outside, the thunder rings loud, causing me to flinch slightly, and I sighed as I knew she would pick up on it immediately. 

“Anyone you're happy to see again now that you're home?” She asked, as she rose from her seat over to a filing cabinet where a jar of mints sat. I followed her figure, quickly muttering a no, way too fast for both her and I’s own liking. I watched as she placed the top back onto the crystal candy glass, a picture right next to it. A picture of the 1984-85 Basketball team, and my heart constricts at the thought. I tear my gaze from it as she sits down, sliding a butter mint across the table to me. 

“Do you feel like you're carrying something alone?” I shake my head no at her question, but I think she knows I'm lying. “When was the last time you felt..happy?” She asked. I think back to a memory from when I was a kid, but I offer no response. She sighs, obviously not happy with my lack of words. 

Then, the clock stops ticking for a few moments, then begins again. Inside the small room that was Ms.Kelley's office, I hear the sound of a soft, distant siren, and then, the lights flicker. I watch her closely, but she seems not to notice any of these things. 

The office goes completely black. Then flickers red, with vines pulsating on the walls, the wall clock now replaced with the grandfather clock in the righthand corner of the office. A soft feeling of something touching my hand. 

The room goes back to normal.

“Claire, I think there may be something you’re not telling me” 

I smile wearily, “I’m okay” I respond as the school bell rings. I quickly gather my things, thanking her as I practically run for the door. As I twist the knob, her voice rings out again. “Claire, if the nightmares get worse, please don’t hesitate to come back and talk to me. Ignoring a warning won’t make it go away.” She pleads softly. 

“I won’t” I responded, noncommittally, before opening the door and leaning against it after it closed, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. 

Tick

Tick 

Tick 

I opened my eyes, looking down the long hallways, but no clocks were around, just the laughing of teenagers at the end of the day, a large ringed hand wrapping around my shoulder. 

“There she is! My favorite little stormcloud! You ok? You look like you’ve seen a ghost?” he asks as he ushers me down the hallway. I nodded at him as we walked into the drama room, which was mostly empty at this point. Eddie starts to drag the chairs from across the room as I slowly begin to lay out the character sheets, boards and dice. 

“Stormcloud, if you stare at that wall any harder, it's going to start charging you rent.” He spoke, setting up his binder and wall to protect his information from the rest of the group. “I’m helping,” I retort. “By aggressively staring at the table?” He asked, causing me to roll my eyes. 

“I didn’t sleep much..” I said softly, as Mike, Garrett, Jeff and Lucas filed in, as well as Erica Sinclair, a newer member to the group. “You know, most people solve that by actually sleeping” he says before turning his attention to the herd, asking where the hell Henderson is. I laugh despite myself, looking down at my ring. 

The door that connects the drama room to the parking lot swings open, revealing an out of breath Henderson. “Sorry! Sorry, I had a doctor's appointment but my mom had to go back to work so I had to make some calls.” he apologizes. Behind him, a voice rings out, opening the door back up just before it clicks shut.

“Dustin, you forgot your notebook in the backseat” they said, causing my eyes to snap up from my ring to the person standing by the door frame. There he stood, in a dark green vest over an old polo that cuffed his biceps perfectly. Hair falling in front of his face before he pushed it out of his way, eyes racking over the Hellfire club before landing on me, causing me to tense slightly. He looks almost familiar to the boy I used to knew, but I’m not to sure he remembered me.

“...Claire?” Well fuck. He certainly did.

I nodded towards him, despite my stomaching dropping. “Steve”

Dustin's eyes darted between us two, confusion written clearly on his face. “Wait, you two know each other?” Before either of us could answer however, Eddie chimed in with a whistle and remark about how things were getting interesting to which I kicked his chair. 

“We grew up together” Steve said, before I remarked “Yeah, a long time ago.” His eyes raked over me again, a frown present on his face. 

I rocked back and forth on my feet, as he asked me more questions. 

“Are you back in Hawkins for good?” “Seems like it”

“When did you get back?” “ A few weeks ago”

And then, 

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” 

I spoke before I could even think about my following words.

“I didn’t think anyone would notice or care”

He looked more hurt than before.

“Alright Henderson, sit down” Eddie interrupted “We have a campaign to start”. He turned to Steve in his dungeon master chair, nodding at him slightly. “Thanks for delivering our party member.”

Steve nodded toward him, before refocusing his eyes on me. “It was good seeing you,” he spoke softly. I nodded, not sure what to say, so I settled on a shy ‘you too’ no matter how much of a lie it was. 

At the end of the night, after dropping the kids off at their respected homes, the drive back to mine in Eddie's van fell quiet. But that never last long with eddie.

“So… You and Harrington?” “Don’t.” 

“Oh i absolutely am, you looked at that guy like he was a ghost or something” He said, taking the turn onto my street. I sighed, thinking carefully about how to respond. 

“It feels more like seeing a memory” I spoke softly, as he put his van in park. I thanked him quietly for the ride, before opening up my door, grabbing my bag and hopping out of the van. I waved goodbye as he drove down the street, seeing a dark maroon BMW only a few houses down where I used to spend every summer. A soft sigh left my lips as I hiked my bag up my shoulder, before stepping inside my own home.

Do we like it? Should I continue it idk >.<

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Eddie Munson

Mirrorball - Eddie has his sights on Chrissy Cunningham, and who can blame him?

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Draco Malfoy

Silver between Spells (in works) -

Ivy Calloway is everything Draco Malfoy is taught to dismiss - A Hufflepuff with dirt under her nails, ink stained fingers, and an inconvenient habit of looking at him like he's just another boy instead of pureblood royalty. Draco Decides early on that she's irrelevant, Ivy decides even earlier than he's insufferable.

But of course, nothing about their rivalry stays simple.

Forced into repeated academic pairings after a disastrous potions incident, the two are pushed into reluctant proximity. Their interactions are sharp, constant, and full of biting remarks, but underneath the hostility, something begins to shift. As tensions build, so does the outside world. War and Loyalty divides the wizarding world, forcing both of them to confront where they truly stand. Ivy refuses to abandon people she believes are still worth saving. Draco is pulled deeper into a legacy he never truly chose.

What begins as mutual hatred slowly turns into trust, and trust into something far more dangerous. In a world where choices have consequences, Ivy and Draco must decide whether love is worth the risk of everything they've been taught to survive without.

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Steve Harrington

From the bottom of your boots, to the top of your hat - At a Halloween party at the hideout, Steve's night takes an unexpected turn when you spend your evening flirting with other people. Dressed as a cowboy and fueled by a bit too much jealousy, Steve is forced to face a truth he's been avoiding for years- He doesn't want to be your best friend anymore.

Don't Smile - Ever since your breakup with Steve, things haven't felt real. And watching him fall back into old habits with Nancy Wheeler only makes the ache worse. What starts as heartbreak slowly turns into isolation, exhaustion, and a depression you can't seem to crawl out of. Steve tells himself moving on was easier this way- until he starts noticing the girl he loved disappearing right before his eyes.

(Series) Almost Familiar - Steve Harrington was once Claire Bennett's best friend. Years later, they're nothing more than two people with shared memories and unfinished business. But as old wounds heal and new feelings emerge, they realize that falling in love with each other feels a lot like remembering something they thought they'd forgotten.

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From the bottom of your boots to the top of your hat

Bestfriend! Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: At a Halloween party at the hideout, Steve's night takes an unexpected turn when you spend your evening flirting with other people. Dressed as a cowboy and fueled by a bit too much jealousy, Steve is forced to face a truth he's been avoiding for years- He doesn't want to be your best friend anymore.

A/N : This song has been stuck in my head for so long, I'm so sorry I just love Ella!

Steve arrived at the hideout shortly after 9 PM, the place packed to the seams with people dressed in different costumes. Halloween decorations hung from every available surface, Cheap cobwebs stretched across the ceiling in the corners, orange twinkling lights glowing behind the bar. He adjusts the cowboy hat that sits on top of his dark brown hair, much to his dismay, as he walks in behind robin.

He didn't expect to see you immediately, given how a majority of the bar is shoulder to shoulder, barely any space between the intoxicated people, but there you were, in the far corner of the bar, sitting down next to Eddie, with Nance and Johnathan sat across from you. A smile grows on your face as you wave at them. Eddie leans down to your ear, mumbling something softly as your face contorts to confusion, and the recognition, before a laugh erupts out of you. And despite the loud noise that surrounds him, he can hear your laughter above all of it.

Robin takes notice immediately before Steve can stop staring

"Oh, you are so done for" "What?" You've been looking at her for five whole seconds. That's practically a marriage proposal for you"

Steve rolls his eyes before robin grabs his hand and drags him over to the small table where 2 other seats sat unattended. Your voice pipes up as he plops down next to you.

"Well, howdy there partner!" you say with a fake country drawl, causing his eyes to gaze over your own costume, but he freezes.

Because not only do you look incredible, but your costume also accidentally matches his, minus the hat that you subbed for two braids in your hair.

"I recon there's only room for one of us in this bar" Steve jokes back, his own accent causing a twinge in your stomach.

"Well, you best get to stepping pretty boy, I was here first" You wink, grabbing your empty beer bottle before asking the table if anyone needed a drink from the bar, completely unaware that you short-circuited Steves brain.

As you take in everyone's orders and practically skip to the bar, Steve lets out a sigh and places his hat on the sticky table, running his hand through his now free hair. Eddie lets out a short laugh, eyes bouncing between the two of you.

"So, Harrington...when you gonna ask her out?" Eddie asks, taking a long sip of his beer with a raised eyebrow. Steve chokes on his saliva, causing both Johnathan and Robin to pat him on the back, before the short brown-haired girl answered for him.

"Our poor Steve hasn't come to terms that he is deeply in love with our sweet Y/N" robin says softly, an adoring smile on her lips as Steve aggressively shakes his head.

"I am not in love with her. She's my friend, nothing more." Steve says to the table, as Eddie nods with pursed lips.

"Ah, ok. So, you don't mind the guy that's trying to talk her up at the bar?"

"WHAT?" Steve whips his head around, causing the table to burst into fits of laughter.

Surely enough, there you were with a guy standing way to close to you for Steve's liking. He tips his head down to whisper something to you, causing you to throw your head back in laughter as Steve's stomach bubbles in jealousy.

Wait...

Jealousy?

Steve groans, watching as you talk with your hands, a habit you do when your excited. This erupts a laugh from the guy as he gently touches your arm, your eyes looking up at him with a kind smile.

Steve was out of his chair and walking across the bar without even realizing it, a wolf whistle surely coming from Eddie behind him.

"Hey" Steve grits out, standing next to the guy, easily towering over him.

"Oh..um hey Steve" you say, wringing your hands as your eyes bounce from both men in front of you.

You had always liked Steve, from the first time you met him back in eighth grade, but then he dated every other girl besides you, and well Robin for obvious reasons, so you always assumed you weren't his type. In comparison, you were nothing like Nancy, and while it hurt at the time, you learned to accept it, and tried to move on.

"Uhm...Can I help you with something...? I was just talking to -"

"Garrett!" the blonde said, sticking his hand out for Steve to shake.

"Steve" he said, disregarding Garretts hand and helping you grab the beers and Cherry coke you knew you bought for robin, because while she did drink beer with everyone else, you noticed how her face would twist in disgust when she thought no one was looking. "C'mon, Everyone's waiting for their drinks, don't want them to get warm" Steve grumbled, eyes watching your own as you mumbled an "oh shit right."

"Bye Garrett! Maybe I'll see you later?" You questioned, and Steve had to physically hold himself back from saying that was in fact, not happening under his supervision. Garrett gave you a sweet smile and a nod, his eyes darting between you and Steve and you began to walk back to the table.

Steve was in for a long night.

~

Steve watched is disdain as he watched you dance with Garrett. It started off innocent, a drunk Nancy pulling you and robin onto the dancefloor. You pleaded with Steve to join you, even shooting him your best tipsy puppy dog eyes and pout, but he stayed strong, muttering something about having 2 left feet.

He regretted it now, watching as Garrett placed his hands on your hip as you swayed.

He flicked his cigarette he borrowed from Eddie; his face and body bathed in red from the neon lights that illuminated the hideouts sign, shuttering as the cold October air nipped at his exposed skin. He perched himself on the brick wall of the bar, a soft sigh escaping him as the doors swung open and the cigarette was taken from his grasp.

"Hey" he argued, looking up to see your eyes already watching his angrily.

"What the hell is this Harrington?" "What does it look like?" He asked sarcastically. "It looks like a bad habit you promised you'd stop" She spoke angrily, before flicking the cig to the ground and stomping it with your foot.

"Hey!" Steve yelled, at the same time she asked "What the hell is wrong with you tonight?!"

"Nothing"

"Steve"

"it's nothing!"

"Steve Harrington"

He just about pulled his hair out.

"Where's Garrett, huh? Why are you out here wasting your time with me?" he asked staring at her, only to be met with a small smirk.

"You were jealous" She teased, holding out her last word. "Don't sound so happy about it" "Why were you jealous, hm?"

And that's when it finally hit him. The answer was embarrassingly obvious.

"I didn't like seeing you hang off some other mans arms. I couldn't stand the fact that some other man could ask you for your number, take you out on dates, or be your person" He said, reaching out for her. A shy smile graced her lips, as he wrapped his finger around her belt loop of her daisy dukes that were driving him insane all night, tugging her to his chest. "I want to be that man. I want to be your person" He spoke softly, his breath hitting her lips.

"Took ya long enough, cowboy" She said softly, rising up on her toes to kiss him. He barely had a chance to react before she stepped back, and grabbed his hat, placing it on her own head.

He just stares.

"You know thats mine, right?" "Looks better on me" "You know the hat rule, pretty girl?" he spoke roughly, watching as goosebumps slowly littered her skin.

"Oh do I.." She teased, slowly backing away as he stalked forward. "But ya gonna have to catch me first cowboy" she winked, before turning on her heel and taking off running to the parking lot.

Yeah

Steve was in for a long night.

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Don't Smile

Steve Harrington x Ex!Reader

Warnings: Angst to fluff, Steve and reader use to date, hurting, depressed reader (relatable), mentions of suicide (please don't read if this triggers you, and please reach out if you need someone <3), takes place in season 4, but not everything is exactly how it is in the show (I Tweaked a few parts to help with this storyline) FEMALE READER

Summary: Ever since your breakup with Steve, things haven't felt real. And watching him fall back into old habits with Nancy Wheeler only makes the ache worse. What starts as heartbreak slowly turns into isolation, exhaustion, and a depression you can't seem to crawl out of. Steve tells himself moving on was easier this way- until he starts noticing the girl he loved disappearing right before his eyes.

I held my hands together to try to stop them from shaking as the director of the funeral continued to drag on. I sat in the back row of the ceremony that had been held just after the viewing of a fellow classmate of mine, Chrissy Cunningham. I didn't know her personally, I was attending mainly for support for her family, but I slowly began to regret my decision.

A few rows in front of me, sat Nancy Wheeler, and my ex-boyfriend Steve. I watched with sad eyes as she fixed his collar as they director started calling rows one by one to take a flower and place it on Chrissy's grave. Steve looked at her as if she held the moon in her hands, and even though I had heard they had broken up not to long after Barb went missing, it didn't seem like that based off the lingering glances and hushed conversations between the two. As the two began to turn to walk down the aisle to grab a flower, Steve's head turned slightly, his hazel eyes locking for a moment with my own, before I snapped my gaze somewhere else. I studied the surrounding area of the graveyard grounds, looking between the dark grey skies, the damp grass under my flats, and the flowers that started to wilt at the church's doors not too far from here, where we sat not even 20 minutes ago.

The director called up my row, and I followed in tow with the 4 others who had sat near me. I stood second to last, picking at the chipped nail polish that adorned my fingers, guilt creeping up for barely crying. I took the sunflower that was handed to me, thanking the woman gently before looking down at Chrissy's casket. I gently place it down, the yellow petals reminding me greatly of her bubbly personality. "Rest easy, sweet girl" I mumbled softly, moving out of the way for the rest of grieving family members to say their goodbyes.

As I walk towards my car, I see the Maroon BMW sitting not too far behind it. My heart cries out softly, as I watch Steve lean down to whisper something in Nancy's ear, Dustin, a small kid I recognized climbing into the back of his car. Steve straightened his back, sharing a tired smile with Nancy before opening his passenger door, where she slipped in. I feel a gentle hand on my shoulder, causing me to look to my side to see a familiar red head smiling sadly at me.

"Hey, you ok?" She questioned softly, as I already began to nod my head before the words even slipped out of her mouth. "Yeah, just tired." I responded, before giving her a quick goodbye and rushing to get in my car, trying my hardest to not look at her and Steve in my rearview mirror.

~

The weeks began to pass slowly, as I slipped further into a depressive state. Everything seemed to change after Chrissy's death. Hawkins police were everywhere trying to find Eddie Munson, the accused suspect of Chrissy's death. I had begun skipping school, working late nights at a diner no one ever came into past 9 pm, too scared to be the next victim. But I couldn't care less.

The phone at my house rang daily, and with my mother always working, it always went unanswered. It had gotten to the point I disconnected the line from the wall because I was tired of the school calling every day to report another absence.

Meals my mother left me went uneaten, slowly growing mold across it in the plastic Tupperware. It went unnoticed by her, or at least if it wasn't, she wasn't bothering wasting her breath to say anything.

Everything was slowly slipping into a constant drift of sadness.

~

Steves POV

"It's the third week she hasn't shown up to school, I'm beginning to get worried" Robin rushed as she came in, throwing her school backpack on the ground behind the desk. "Hm..Who?" I mumbled, flipping the to the next page of the magazine I had placed down in front of me. It was Wednesday evening, and if that meant one thing, business was slow. "Y/N" robin responded, snapping out of my state to face her as she punches her timecard. "Wait wait wait... Y/N hasn't been showing up to school? That's so unl-" I was cut off by the front doors' bells going off, groaning quietly as I turned around to greet the customer, but there she was.

Standing there, in nothing but an old worn-out hoodie and some baggy sweatpants, was Y/N. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun, she had dark bags under her eyes and.. oh my god was she losing weight? She looked about two sizes smaller since I last saw her. "oh my god.." robin whispered quietly, only loud enough for me to hear, before she slowly began to back away. "Oh wow! Theres so many new releases that need to be sorted! uh, um I'll just go do that right now!" Robin said quickly, before rushing in the back. "There wasn't even any new releases this week!" I yelled weakly, before returning my gaze back to Y/N. I watched her closely as she slowly placed down a copy of the breakfast club onto the counter.

I cleared my throat, typing into the computer marking it as returned, before glancing over at her again.

"Uh..um.. You've been avoiding me" I spoke softly, still taking in this wolf in sheep's clothing in front of me. She shrugged her frail shoulders, eyes meeting my own. "You stopped noticing me before I started avoiding you" She spoke, fumbling with her hands. I went to open my mouth again, when Dustin and Max ran in, Nancy following closely in their tracks, meaning she must've driven them here. Y/N's face crumpled, as Dustin ran behind the counter, asking how many phones we had. Nancy's eyes glanced between me and Y/N, sensing the tone in the room. I looked back to Y/N, seeing her eyes start to glass over, her small frame beginning to shake. I went to round the corner, but before I could get out from behind the counter she bolted away.

~

Readers POV

I lost count of the days, my job was the only way of telling which day from what, but they had told me to take some time off, my boss recognizing my bubbly attitude no longer around. I wanted to cry, but I was physically so dehydrated that tears weren't even an option at this point. I kept my curtains closed, and my light off, preventing any unwanted visitors from seeing I was actually home. Or at least, that was the hope.

But wishes don't always come true.

There was a soft tap on my window, but I played it off as the wind making the tree branches outside of my room hit the window. But then it kept happening, slowly at first, then quicker, more frantic. I furrowed my brows, before getting up and going over to my window, opening the curtains to see none other than Steve there. I go to draw them close again, before he shouts at me to stop, pleading that I would talk to him. I felt a lump in my throat as I go to open the window, the screen no longer there from the times he use to climb into my room when we were dating.

This was way too familiar.

I turned, sitting down on my bed, tucking my legs into my chest, resting my head on my knees. Steve sat there watching me carefully, before sitting down on the other end of the bed.

"You know if your just here to stare at me, you can go.." I spoke softly, watching as he shook his head, his hazel eyes growing glassy as I saw him struggle to swallow. "Why..Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, his voice breaking softly. "tell you wh-" "Don't play dumb, Y/N. Why didn't you tell me you were hurting".

I made a face at him, before going to pick at my nails. "I just um..didn't think you cared?" I spoke, flaking off the nail polish that was on my nails. "I.. We..How could you possibly say that?!" he questioned, his voice raising an octave. I glanced up at him, locking my eyes with his own.

"Because Steve. You replaced me so easily" I spoke, my voice wavering, "You broke up with me and within the next month you moved on to Nancy. I can't even blame you that I wasn't enough, she's so beautiful, and poised, and everything your parent's would have wanted you to find in a girlfriend!"

"Y/N..."

"Our breakup broke me Steve, and you couldn't even be bothered because you were too busy with her. Hell, you guys aren't even together anymore apparently, but you still look at her longingly. Find her in every crowd, pick her out. You were literally out partying and going on with life as if I meant nothing to you. I just wanted you to miss me."

"Baby.." he whispered, slowly taking my hand in his as I let out a soft sob at the familiar name. "Nancy broke up with me because I was still in love with you. I have tried to move on from you, but you were on my mind constantly. Every time you've came into family video I had to fight Robin just so I could help you, and trust me, she can be feisty" He spoke softly, making a sad laugh bubble from my mouth. "Truth be told, Nance has gone through a lot, between losing Barb, and things being rough with Johnathan. I just was there for her because it was familiar, not because it was meaningful. I still only have eyes for one girl.." His hand gently grasped my chin, resting his forehead gently on mine, his thumb softly rubbing against my jaw. "Can I try again?" He asked quietly, eyes softly pleading. "Only if you promise not to leave this time" I sniffled quietly, his thumb catching a rogue tear. "Deal" he responded, placing a kiss to the top of my head.

[boomitsallie1]

Chapter 4 : Mutual Detestation Agreement

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YEAR ONE

By the end of the second month at Hogwarts, people had started expecting things from me. And they were not entirely good things. They mostly included explosions, arguments, and public irritation. Apparently, sharing one disastrous Potions lesson with Malfoy was enough to make my fellow first years behave as though I had become part of some ongoing entertainment. I had began to notice it at breakfast first. The way conversations dipped ever so slightly whenever I had entered the Great Hall. The way students looked between my house's table and the Slytherins whenever Malfoy walked in afterward. 

It was ridiculous, and somehow already exhausting. 

I wrapped my hand around my mug that held my Yorkshire tea, trying to ignore the dull ache that sat behind my eyes from the previous night, where I made the stupid decision to stay awake to finish my paperwork for transfiguration that wasn't due till next week, but who was I to wait until last minute? Across the room, there was a loud commotion that caused me to look up, only to see Malfoy and his goons enter the Great Hall the way he entered everything else- like space naturally belonged to him before anyone else arrived to occupy it. Several Slytherins immediately began to shift around at the table to make space, with him not even bothering to thank them. He just sat. Then, as if sensing my eyes on him, he lifted his own briefly across the Hall, directly towards me. I looked down immediately at the glass cup in hand that held my tea, Irritated for reasons I didn't care to elaborate on. 

~

Potions was worse. Not because of the class itself, but because of the anticipation of it. Students watched me closer now. Not openly, or at least not openly enough to be considered rude, but enough that I noticed whispers the second I walked into the dungeon. I ignored them and headed towards the workstation Draco and I had nearly exploded a few lessons back. Unfortunately for me though, he was already there. Because of course he was. He sat with one arm resting lazily against the desk, sleeves rolled neatly to his forearms. His textbook laid open in front of him, however he didn't appear to actually be reading it. The dungeon light caught strangely against his pale hair, turning it silver at the edges. It annoyed me instantly. 

His eyes flicked up the moment I approached. "Late," he said. I slowed in my tracks, looking at my grandmothers worn leather watch that sat on my right wrist."Class starts in seven minutes." I retorted. "You still look late" I rolled my eyes, placing my books down at the seat next to him. "And you look unpleasant" I responded evenly, taking my seat "yet here we both are". For one brief horrifying second, I let my eyes glance towards him, watching the corner of his mouth twitch. Not quite a smile, something more dangerous than that.

Amusement.

I decided immediately that I disliked seeing it.

Potions had began shortly after that, with the familiar scrape of chairs and Snape's cold voice drifting through the dungeon like some. "Today" he drawled "you will be attempting a sleeping draught. Though, judging by this class, permanent unconsciousness may already be preferable." No one laughed loudly enough to risk Snape's attention, however I could see the shake of the shoulders that belonged to the brown haired Slytherin boy that sat across from me as he chuckled quietly. I automatically reached for the dried lavender at the same moment Draco had reached for the knife, causing our hands to brush briefly. I quickly pulled mine back, not daring to look at him. However in my peripheral, I could see him glance at me once, but say nothing, which was somehow even stranger. 

Moving through the ingredients, I heard Draco mutter something about me crushing the Sopophorous bean incorrectly. Again. As I continued to mix I replied back with a quick "You've said that every lesson"

"Because every lesson you ignore me." "No, I hear you" I said calmly "I just simply disagree with you" I spoke, meeting his eyes where they slightly narrowed over the rim of the cauldron. "You're infuriating" He argued. "and you're repetitive" I shot back.

Across the table, the boys made a choking sound trying hard not to laugh, but Draco's attention snapped sharply towards them, enough to silence them instantly. I pretended not to notice the way people quieted around him when he looked annoyed, but I noticed anyhow. That was the problem with Draco, everything about him demanded to be noticed.

About halfway through class, Snape had swept past our workstation. I instinctively straightened my back slightly as he examined the potion, a quiet hum coming from his throat. Then there was a long pause, which made me rub my sweaty hands on my robes. "Remarkably" Snape started off, coldly "this is acceptable." I blinked once, snapping my gaze to Draco, who seemed personally offended by the wording. I watched as snakes gaze shifted between us, before he continued "Though, I imagine silence would improve it further." My cheeks reddened as the class snickered quietly, but I saw how Draco's Jaw tightened. I turned my attention back to the potion, watching the purple liquid swirl in the cauldron. 

"You know" Draco said under his breath after Snape had moved on, "most people find me difficult because they're intimidated." I adjusted the flame beneath the cauldron. "Have you considered there may be another reason?" I questioned gently. "That sounded more cleverer in your head." "probably," I replied. "it usually does."

This time, the laugh in front of us escaped fully before being strangled back into silence. Draco turned slowly towards me, and for the first time since meeting him, I noticed something unsettling. He wasn't just irritated anymore. He was paying attention. Real attention. He was focused enough that I could physically feel it. My stomach tightened unexpectedly, but not in fear. Something a tad bit more uncomfortable than fear. This was Awareness.

By the end of class, He and I had developed a system neither of us cared to acknowledge out loud. Draco handled ingredient preparation with irritating precision, since I allegedly always did it wrong, and I managed the timing, measurements, and temperature adjustments. And somehow, it worked. Deep down, I hated it. Students had began packing up their things as cauldrons cooled around the room. I slung my bag over my shoulder, Smiling over at Elowen while she waited for me at the door. I took one step toward her, before Draco had abruptly said 'We need rules.'

I turned on my heel, looking at him. "Rules?" "Yes," he responded shortly "If Snape insists on this arrangement." The expression on his face remained calm, but there was tension underneath it now. Controlled. Intentional. "No unnecessary conversation," He continued. "Don't touch my ingredients. And stop correcting me in front of other people." I stared at him for a moment.

"You exploded the potion"

"That was partially your fault"

"You grabbed the ingredients out of my hand"

"You were taking to long"

"You know, for someone demanding rules you seem remarkably bad at following them" I said. He looked at me flatly. "And for someone so quiet" He replied "You have an incredible tendency to become my problem."

The words landed oddly, too honest, too direct. Something shifted between me and him for a half second. Something I didn't understand quickly enough to look away from. So I did what I always did when things became too intense. I steadied myself. "fine" I said calmly. "One rule, then." Draco raised a dark eyebrow at me. "we survive potions" I said, turning again to face the door. "and otherwise we stay out of each other's way." 

I felt as he studied me, then heard him agree. It wasn't friendship, and it was by no means peace. But as I left the dungeon class room, locking arms with Elowen and skipping down the hall to our next class, I found myself uncomfortably aware of one fact I couldn't undo now.

Draco Malfoy was becoming part of my routine.

And that felt far more dangerous than disliking him ever had

[boomitsallie1]

Chapter 3 : A seat beside him

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Year One

By the second week at Hogwarts, exhaustion started to settle over like a thick fog. Excitement of moving staircases and floating candles had dulled beneath the early mornings, nearly impossible schedules, and the never ending stacks of parchment. Breakfast became quieter, as students drifted into the great hall half awake, with their ties crooked. I tried hard not to think of my potions essay that sat unfinished in my satchel, stuffing the last bite of the pumpkin pastry in my mouth as I jumped to my feet. I had spent a good majority of my night cooped up in my dormitory, writing over half of my assignment that was due by the end of next week. The only reason it wasn't finished, is because I was helping a fellow classmate with her charms, otherwise it would already be done, as I've never been the type for procrastination. 

I slowly trudged my way to the door of potions, already so excited for snapes exhilarating lesson. Not. Just the way he speaks could easily put me into a slumber. Potions was always worse than charms, in my personal opinion.

The dungeon classroom smelt faintly of smoke, crushed herbs, and something slightly bitter that I couldn't quite put my finger on. The stone walls make everything echo slightly, and the low lighting turned everyone pale in a strange way. Worst of all, it was another class he unfortunately attended as well.

Professor Snape stood at the front of the class, demanding we students sit down as they entered. I slipped into the seat of an empty workstation near the middle of the classroom, setting my books down quietly. I smile softly to myself, unaware of whirlwind Snape was about to present me with. 

"Not" he started, walking up to the table I sat at, "there Miss.Calloway. You will be seated with Mr.Malfoy" He boomed, as my head snapped up looking at him with wild eyes. The room stills, all chatter silences, except for the person, somewhere on the far left of the class who makes a sound that sounds suspiciously like sympathy. I turn my head to the back righthand corner, to see Draco already observing me. 

That, was another thing I had learned by my second week here. Draco Malfoy is always watching for weakness. Not openly, sometimes not even obviously. But I noticed. The way his attention sharpens whenever someone stumbles on an answer, or flushes under the pressure. Almost like he is cataloguing reactions for later use. I decided early on that giving him one would be a mistake.

"Professor..." I begin carefully, before being cut off "Surely" Snape snaps "two students so eager to offer commentary in other classes can manage to work together". I hear a slight creek from a chair, before Draco mutters "this should be painful".

Sighing, I gathered my books, got up from my seat, and walked over to Malfoy's table, where he was sat with a dark skinned boy, and another fair skinned one with curly brown hair. 

"if we're lucky" I rebuttal, dropping my books next to him "You'll survive it". I turn to watch Draco's eyes narrow at me.

hm... interesting.

~

The assignment should have been simple.

A basic Shrinking Solution. Precise measurements. Controlled heat. Minimal wandwork. 

Instead, within ten minutes, it became a mess. Between Draco criticizing the way I cut ingredients, and the way I have been quietly rearranging everything he's measured incorrectly, we were heading towards failure on our first true potion. 

"You're holding the knife wrong" Draco criticized, as he goes in to our WAY to much valerian root. "Draco, you bloke, that's like twice the amount you need" I argued, reaching to grab it from his hands. "Is not" "It IS" I yelled back. I look up at him, just in time to catch him rolling his eyes at me. "I know how to brew a basic potion, Calloway" he said, hissing my name as if it was poison on his lips. I return my eyes to the cauldren mumbling a quiet "then this must be embarrassing for you." however, it seemed to catch the brown headed Slytherin as I heard a low chuckle. I looked at him through my lashes, receiving a small smile in which I returned to him. 

"You do enjoy talking" Draco replied quietly. "No" I corrected. "I enjoy accuracy. You just keep giving me opportunities to practice". I then go to reach for the crushed sopophorus bean container, unaware that Draco was doing it as well. His hand knocked into mine hard enough that the ingredient jar drops and rolls off the desk, causing powder to burst across the workstation. The potion hisses violently.. then just as quickly, explodes. 

I let out a loud yelp as I jump backwards, with students and the Slytherins across the table in suite. Draco continue to stares in disbelief as the bubbling potion begins to splatter across the table. Snapes voice then cuts through the chaos in an instant.

"ENOUGH"

Silence crashes through the dungeon. I let out a small cough, waving the smoke from my face as I meet Dracos eyes. He looks equally as irritated as our professor, and somehow, slightly impressed despite himself.

Snape sweeps towards me, his black robes snapping sharply behind him. "One would think" He states coldly, "that between the two of you there might exist a single functioning brain". I don't speak, as his gaze sweeps from me to Draco. I look down at my boots as he continues "Since you are both apparently incapable of behaving separately, you will continue sharing a workstation for the remainder of the term."

The class reacts immediately around us, as I snap my gaze up to Malfoy who, honestly, looks horrified to even think about being in my presence for that long. "Perhaps, proximity will improve your discipline" Snape adds, almost cruelly, as I take a long deep breath. 

~

As the lesson ends, students file out whispering softly among themselves. I quickly gathered up my stuff, wiping potion residue from my books with my sleeve. unbeknownst to me, Draco watches me from the other side of the table a second too long

"You did that on purpose"  He spoke. I looked up at him, suppressing a laugh as I noticed a dot of potion on his face. "If I wanted to embarrass you on purpose, you'd know" I said calmly. I stood there, patiently waiting. but for the first time since meeting me, he didn't seem to have a response ready. I gave him a small smirk, and made my way out of the dungeons.

[boomitsallie1]

Silver Between Us (Draco Malfoy Series) Series Masterlist

Year One

Chapter One : The Girl in Hufflepuff Yellow

Chapter Two : Something He Can't Ignore

Chapter Three : A Seat Beside Him

Chapter Four : Mutual Detestation Agreement

[tshyn]

every night is fanfic night if you're a whore like me

[rebecca--barnes]

My sexuality is whatever this is

[boomitsallie1]

Chapter 2 - Something he can't Ignore

Cross posted on AO3 <3

Year One, Chap 2

The first week settles into a rhythm faster than i had originally expected. Meals, classes, and even moving staircases begins to form patterns. I begun to realize quickly that this castle rewards confidence, and punishes hesitation, a mistake I’ve made a few to many times for my own liking in my first week here.

I quickly make my way to professor flitwicks class, taking a seat in the front middle of the class. I watch intently as the small man wanders around the classroom, as other students slowly start filing in and taking seats.

“Oh my gosh! Ivy! Hi!” Elowen exclaims! Quickly pushing her way past other students, pulling out the chair next to me before she sinks down into it.

I laugh softly, offering her a small hello as Flitwick begins to hush the class, taking his place upon a stack of books on a desk.

“Today, class, we are going to be learning the oscillating charm. Pretty self explanatory, if i do say so myself! Please turn your pages to 127” he spoke, as he flicked his wand to reveal a stand from a corner, placing it in the middle of the classroom with a small feather on top of it. “Who would like to be the lucky student to preform this charm?”

A few hands had rose, and ultimately, a young boy named Neville was called to the front, even though he had not even raised his hand. I watched closely as he struggled to lift the feather, before turning his wrist. However.. the spell goes slightly wrong- not dangerous per se, just messy. A small burst of light, a startled yelp from the small boy, and an erupt amount of laughter filling the room. Neville began to redden at embarrassment, and as flitwick goes to say something, i spoke up.

“It wasn’t your spell, Neville” i say, breaking through the pathetic laughter of the class. Slowly, the surrounding students begin to quiet down as flitwick jumped his gaze from the brown headed boy to me. “That would be correct miss…” “Calloway” i finish for him with a curt nod. “Ah yes, your brother was a brilliant boy in charms. Can you tell me what Neville did wrong in his charm?” He spoke with a smile. “The wrist angle was incorrect, hence the failure in the charm” I say calmly, as i hear a snicker from the back of the room, followed by a low ‘that’s rich’. 

I turned slightly in my chair, my pale green eyes locking with blues. 

“Yes?” I say to the blonde, raising an eyebrow. Draco studies me for a moment, like talking to me in beneath him. Almost like.. an inconvenience he didn’t ask for. “Your correcting people now? How brave” he snickers, hitting his friend beside him chest, some laughter erupting from the corner painted in all green. I hum, softly. “Not bravery, just accuracy.” I correct dutifully, watching it land. Not loudly… but cleanly.

He rolls his pale blue eyes, but it doesn’t distract me from seeing his jaw tighten a fraction. Irritation, definitely, but not anger.

“Careful” he retorts, “people might start thinking you matter”. “Funny” i fake laugh, “I’m not the one speaking so loudly to prove it, hm?”.

The room shifts again, a few quiet laughs, a few suppressed actions. For a moment, he looks like he may push it further. But an erupt clap comes from in front of me, trying to diffuse the situation.

“Uhm, ten points to Hufflepuff! Good job paying close attention, carry on practicing at your desks!” With that, i turned back around and took turns with Elowen practicing the charm

~

The rest of the class carried on in a blur, and a while later, we were dismissed. I began to pack up my bag, listening closely to Elowen as she told me about the rest of her classes today, noticing we have quiet a few together, before a heard the shrill noise of shoes squeaking to a stop in front of my desk. I looked up curiously, seeing none other than Draco.

“Calloway” he said, like he’s testing the sound of my maiden name on his lips. I raise an eyebrow at him, urging him to continue. There was a small pause, small enough that no one else notices it, however, long enough it shouldn’t exist at all. “Try not to make it a habit of speaking above your station” he hissed, before turning on his perfectly buffed shoes, making his way out the charms door. Rolling my eyes, i flipped closed my satchel and pushed my chair in, only to groan when Malfoy called my name again.

“Do try not to embarrass yourself again, it’s pathetic, really.” He spoke over his shoulder, passing through the doorframe with his goons laughing behind him.  “Oh, was that meant to be advice” i quizzed back, causing the herd of Slytherins to silent, Draco to stop in his path, and Elowen stiffen beside me. Slowly, he turned his head like an owl, looking over his shoulder back at me. I met his gaze without a shift, without a flinch, because truly, i wasn’t really concerned if he approved of me or not. I gently grabbed Elowens wrist, not daring to leave her here in the serpents den. As i pushed through the group of boys that personally, seem disgraceful to be even called slytherins, i stopped, eye to eye with Draco.

“ you can keep talking, if it helps your little ego to feel important. I just won’t be responding to it anymore” i smiled sweetly, before continuing to walk down the hallway with Elowen in tow.

Third POV

Draco watches with twitching eyes as Ivy tows away her little friend, his hand itching for his wand. He didn’t react immediately. He paused. Putting up a facade that Ivy’s words didn’t land at all. But internally? They landed cleanly, no. No worse than cleanly. It landed precisely. The words continued to play on repeat in his head as he and his gang walked down the hallways of the castle. You can keep talking, if it makes you feel more important. I just won’t be responding to it. The problem wasn’t the words per se, but the level of them. They weren’t loud and ringing in his brain, no, these words were quiet. Controlled, piercing. Like she didn’t have to think very hard to say them.

He’s Draco malfoy. That’s not how people are supposed to talk to him. Most people react first, and think later. Fear, anger, admiration- something easy for him to recognize and place into a category. But Ivy Calloway? She had no category, and worse yet, she just completely removed him from the equation in all entirely. 

No insult, no challenge. Dismissed the need to respond.

He tells himself she’s just another student below him. Another voice, an irrelevant opinion that should fade the moment she walked away.

But she didn’t.

It sticks.

Because she wasn’t impressed by him, or the malfoy name. She didn’t look afraid. She just.. went and decided he didn’t require engagement. That sits uncomfortably under his skin. He releases a frustrated breath he wasn’t aware he was holding.

She didn’t even try to win.

She just decided that his game simply wasn’t worth playing.

And somehow, that feels like the first real loss he’s had in a while.

[boomitsallie1]

Chapter One : The Girl in Hufflepuff Yellow

Year one

I bounced nervously on the tips of my toes, craning my neck over the hundred of students rushing around the platform, looking at the tracks in anticipation for the train to appear. Behind me, I hear the worrisome voice of my mother, looking over my luggage with her checklist in hand, ensuring she had purchased all the necessary tools I needed for my first year at Hogwarts. I looked back at her, watching in sadness as she raked a worrisome hand through her long brown hair. 

"Mum" I stated softly, grasping her slender hands in mine as her eyes snapped from off of my cases, and onto my face. I squeezed her hand reassuringly, watching as the eyes that so closely resembled mine began to tear up. I watched as she gently bit her lip, before pulling me closely, kissing the top of my head. I could hear her heart race at a thousand beats a second. It had been so long since my mother had sent one of her own kids off to Hogwarts. My older brother, Oliver, is a fifth year Hufflepuff, and unfortunately for my mother, I was her last child, meaning the home would be lonely since the death of my stepfather. 

"oh, I'm gonna miss you my little sprout" she spoke softly, as she slowly let go of me. 

"I'll miss you too mum" I spoke, my tone matching hers as I watched her lift her frail hand to in front of my face, her pinky finger sticking up. I latched mine with hers, already knowing what was to come.

"Promise you'll owl me as much as you can?" She asked, to which I voiced back the word she was looking for. We both kissed our thumb knuckles, something my stepfather had taught us from the muggle world, sealing the deal. I tried to unravel my finger from her's before she gripped mine tighter and spoke again.

"Promise you'll scare off any girls Ollie tries to get with?" She questioned, a hint of humor in her tone. I scoffed softly, rolling my eyes. "As if a woman would go within 10 feet of that loser" I spoke sassily, causing my mother to belly out a laugh, to which my brother whipped his head around to. I could see his mouth begin to open in protest, before the shrill sound of a train whistle went off, and the Hogwarts express slowly came to a stop on platform 9 3/4.

I squeezed my mother's hand once more, as she went to kiss my cheek and did the same with my brother. Then, much to my dismay, my brother grabbed both of our luggages, and started to walk towards the train. I released my mother's hand, rushing after him as a line filed in front of the doors. When my weathered boot hit the landing inside the train, I turned at the opening once more to wave goodbye to my mom, which she returned wholeheartedly, her right arm clutching softly at her chest. I heard a sharp cough from below me. 

"Do you always just stand there like that? Move. Some of us have more importing things to do" a voice spoke loudly. My gaze shifted from my lovely mother, down to a small boy who seemed to be the same age as me. He wore an evil smirk, with hair that seemed rather...silver blonde. Like something forged, not grown. I rolled my eyes, before turning on my heel, following my brother who had already made his was about halfway down the train before finding the compartment with a few of his fifth year friends. I sighed softly, following him in before slowly shutting the compartment door, sitting down next to my brother, and shutting my eyes, thankful for the rest I get before we arrive at the castle.

~

The hat barely grazed his blonde head before it shouted Slytherin, and a slight ripple went through me. Though, I would've been able to guess his house from the small interaction we had. The table filled with emerald green and silver erupted into cheers, as the blonde smirked and hopped off the stool, taking a seat next to a group of first years who had already been sorted earlier in the ceremony. 

The dining hall had quieted down down, as more kids got announced into their houses. The night came to a slow, until Dumbledore had called my name. I froze, as the door opened in front of me, and I took the slow stroll down the aisle, before sitting on the stool as the old brown hat was placed on my head. 

" Hm.. quiet, aren't you?" the hat spoke, as I fiddled my hands in my lap, looking amongst the tables at the different houses.Which will I be sorted into?  "But not empty..no. No, there's a great deal going on in here." the hat spoke, pausing briefly as I locked eyes with my brother at the Hufflepuff table. "Kindness, yes. Too much, one may argue. You'd give pieces of yourself away without noticing. Loyalty runs deep.. but so does your pride. You don't like being underestimated. No. Not at all. I see patience.. intelligence.. and a mind that watches everything, even when you pretend it doesn't." It continued as my hands became clammy with the time it was taking.

Surely I wouldn't be anything OTHER than a Hufflepuff, right?

"But also, something sharper. You don't forgive easily when someone proves they don't deserve you" the hat spoke with a hum, before taking a long pause. Much longer than it did with any other student. After a solid minute or two of silent torture, it continued, as over 300 eyes peered back at me. "You could do well in Ravenclaw, if you trusted your head more then your instincts. Gryffindor would suit your backbone... if you were to stop doubting it. And Slytherin.." the Hat hissed softly, causing my eyes to flicker to the table of green and silver, to find only all of them already staring back at me. I gently picked at the skin around my cuticle on my left thumb, biting my lip hoping that the hat did not sort me there. "Yes.. Slytherin.. there's ambition in you, buried deeper than you realize." The hat spoke softly. Then, louder this time " But where you truly belong..is somewhere that will allow you to stay soft without it making you weak...better be.." A slight pause, a sharp intake, and then..

"HUFFLEPUFF!"

The students at the Yellow and Black table roar with excitement, as I exhale a small breath I had apparently been holding longer than I realized. My shoulders droop, as Dumbledore takes the hat off of my head, and I jump off the stool. I slowly make my way towards my houses table, immediately welcomed by warm smiles and high fives. The other first years that were sorted before me slide down, creating space between them, and my brother who was surrounded by his Hufflepuff friends. I climb over the bench, sitting down between him and another first year girl, who immediately introduces herself as Elowen, before my brother wraps his arm around my neck and gives me a noogie. 

"I Just knew my little sister would make it into Hufflepuff! Making our family proud, Little Sprout!" he exclaimed, before returning to his friends. I smiled softly, before picking up my fork as Dumbledore announces we may now begin to eat. Around me, conversation flows easily. No one pushes. No one stares for too long. It's quite different than I expected. Less performance, more presence. As I chat with Elowen, asking more about her making small talk, my eyes dart across the dining hall. At the far table, I catch the boy with the pale hair sitting still, like even the air around him was arranged carefully...meticulously. 

Draco, as I learned his name earlier, doesn't seem to notice my staring. Though, he must've sensed it, because as his gaze turns to lock with mine, I quickly look away. I take another bite of my food, followed by another, as the noise of my house slowly settles around me. However, there's a quiet thought I don't dare to say out loud, in sake of my fellow first years.

This place is supposed to feel like home.

I'm just not entirely sure yet what kind of home it's going to be.

Chapter 2 - Something He can't ignore

[classycookiexo]

[capricorn-born]

Oddly specific. Got a deposit for 6,837 today

[weaselle]

fuck it, i never ever do those “reblog for X, this one really works!” posts, but this one doesn’t have any of that BS, this is just straight up wishing us good things; and then the comment doesn’t even say any of that either. Zero claims on this post, all positive vibes

May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love

[vmohlere]

May you end this week feeling ever more certain of a future you’ll love

[cerezzzita]

— aesthetic words to fill up your vocabulary ♡

✦ if you're tired of using the same repetitive words to describe feelings or actions on your writing, here are some aesthetic words that are not frequently used to help you evolve your vocabulary better and also maybe help you with creative titles <3

ABENDROT: the color of the sky while the sun is setting.

ABIENCE: the strong urge to avoid someone or something.

ACHROOUS: colourless.

AEQUOREAL: marine, oceanic.

AESTHETE: someone with deep sensitivity to the beauty of art or nature.

ALIFEROUS: having wings.

AMITY: warmth and heartfelt friendliness in a friendship; mutual understanding and a peaceful relationship.

AMBROSIAL: fragrant, delicious.

ANTHOMANIA: great love for flowers.

AQUAPHILE: someone who is an enthusiast of all things related to the water.

ARENOCOLOUS: living or burrowing in sand.

ASPERSE: change falsely or with malicious intent; attack the good name and reputation of someone.

ASTERISM: agroup of stars; a constellation; a cluster of stars.

ATTAR: essential oil or perfume obtained from flowers.

AUREATE: golden or gilded; brilliant, splendid.

AURICOMUS: with golden or yellow colored foliage.

AVIOTHIC: the strong desire to be up in the air or to fly.

BALTER: to dance artlessly, without particular grace and/or skill but usually with enjoyment.

BATHIC: pertaining to depths, especially of sea.

BELAMOUR: the one who is loved; a beloved person.

BELLICOSTIC: aggressive, belligerent, warlike.

BENEFICENCE: the quality of being kind or helpful or generous.

BERCEUSE: a quiet song intended to lull a child to sleep.

BLÁFAR: indicating the freshness and beauties of youth or health; attractive and possessing charm.

BRONTIDE: the low rumble of a distant thunder.

BURBLE: to speak in an excited manner.

CAELITIS: the divinities who dwell within the celestial planes.

CATHARSIS: the release of emotional tension, especially through kinds of art or music.

CELERITOUS: swift, speedy, fast.

CERAUNOPHILIA: loving thunder and lightning and finding them intensely beautiful.

CHEVELURE: the nebulous tail of a comet.

CINGULOMANIA: a strong desire to hold a person in your arms.

COCCINEOUS: bright red; scarlet.

COCKAIGNE: an imaginary land of luxury and idleness.

CONSTELLATE: to eluster; to compel by stellar influence.

COSMOGYRAL: whirling around the universe.

CORDOLIUM: heartache; heartfelt sorrow.

CORUSCATE: to reflect brillantly, to sparkle.

CRAMOISY: of a crimson color.

CREATURELY: a person who is controlled by others and is used to perform unpleasant or dishonest tasks for someone else.

CRYSTALLOMANIA: an obsession with crystals and other crystalline objects.

CHRYSALISM: the amnotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

CLINQUANT: glittering with gold and silver.

CLYSMIC: cleaning, washing.

CUPIDITY: greed for money or possessions.

CYANEOUS: a sky-blue color.

CYNOSURE: guiding star; a object of common interest.

DARKLING: of or related to darkness.

DÉCLASSÉ: having fallen in social status.

DEIFORM: god-like or divine in nature.

DEMERSAL: that lives near the bottom or a body of water.

DESIDERIUM: an ardent longing, as for something lost.

DISPITEOUS: cruel and without mercy.

DOUX: sweet, soft, mild, gentle.

DRACONTINE: belonging to a dragon.

DYSANIA: the state of finding it hard to get out of bed in the morning.

ECCEDENTESIAST: someone who fakes a smile.

EFFLORESCENCE: a period or state of blooming, blossoming.

ELEGY: a poem of serious reflection, typically a lament for the dead.

ELEUTHEROPHILIST: someone who advocates free love.

ELYSIAN: beautiful or creative, divinely inspired; peaceful and perfect.

EMACITY: desire or fondness for buying things.

EMPYREAL: pertaining to the sky; celestial.

EPHIALTES: a nightmare; the demon Incubus that supposedly causes a nightmare.

EPICARICACY: the joy that results from others misfortune.

EREMOPHOBIA: the deep fear of stillness, solitude, or deserted places.

ETHEREAL: extremely delicate, light, not of this world.

EUMOIRIETY: happiness due to state of innocence and purity.

FLORENTIS: abounding in flowers; being in bloom and adorned with plentiful flowers.

FREICEADAN: guard, garrison, watch, sentinal.

FULMINATE: cause to explode violently and with loud noise.

FURCIFEROUS: brat; rascally, scandalous.

GLOAMING: twilight, dusk.

GRAME: anger, wrath, scorn; sorrow, grief, misery.

HALCYON: calm and peaceful; happy, prosperous.

HELLION: a rowdy or mischievous person.

HELIOPHILIA: desire to stay in the sun; love of sunlight.

HEAVENIZE: to render like heaven or fit for heaven, to purify and make a holy place or a person.

HENOTIC: promoting harmony or peace.

HIRAETH: a homesickness for a home you can't return to, or that never was.

HOLILY: belonging to or derived from or associated with a divine power.

HYPNAGOGIC: the state immediately before falling asleep.

IGNICOLIST: a worshiper of fire.

ILLECEBROUS: attractive and alluring.

IMPLUVIOUS: soaked with rain.

INCANDESCENCE: light produced by high temperatures.

INCALESCENCE: the property of being warming.

INCENDIARY: designed for the purpose of causing a fire, likely to cause anger or violence.

INEFFABLE: too great or extreme to be expressed or described in words.

INSOUCIANT: free from worry, concern or anxiety.

IRENIC: aiming or aimed at peace, promoting peace.

IRIDESCENT: producing a display of rainbow-like colors.

INVIDIARE: to envy.

ISOLOPHILIA: a strong preference and affection for solitude.

KALOPSIA: the delusion of things being more beautiful than they really are.

KALON: beauty that is more than skin deep.

LACONIC: expressing much in a few words.

LACUNA: a blank space; a missing part.

LATIBULE: a hiding place, a place of safety and comfort.

LAMBENT: to glow or flicker softly. Luminous, light or brilliant.

LIMERENCE: the state of being infatuated with another person.

LONGANIMITY: still suffering while planning revenge.

LOUCHE: disreputable; morally dubious.

LUCIFORM: resembling light in appearance; having, in some respects; the nature of qualities of light.

LUMINESCENCE: light produced by chemical, electrical or physiological means.

MALTALENT: the negative emotions of wanting injury or harm to befall someone; a hostile behavior or attitude towards someone considered an enemy.

MARMORIS: the shining surface of the ocean.

MAZARINE: a dark blue color; rich blue or reddish-blue color.

MELIORISM: the belief that the world gets better; the belief that humans can improve the world.

MÉLOMANIE: an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody.

MERCURIAL: subject to sudden or unpredictable changes.

MESMERIC: appealing; drawing attention.

MORDACIOUS: biting or given to biting; biting or sharp in manner; caustic; capable of wounding.

MORPHEAN: of or relating to Morpheus, to dreams, or to sleep.

MOXIE: courage, nerve, determination.

NEBULOCHAOTIC: a state of being hazy and confused.

NEFARIOUS: wicked, villainous, despicable.

NEMESISM: frustration, anger or aggression directed inward, toward oneself and one's way of living.

NERITIC: pertaining to shallow coastal waters.

NOETIC: of or associated with or requiring the use of mind.

NOIRCEUR: the state of being pitch black in color; a state of lacking illumination.

NUBIVAGANT: wandering in the air, moving through the air.

NUMINOUS: spiritual or supernatural; surpassing comprehension or understanding; mysterious.

ONEIRODYNIA: restless, disturbed sleep, characterized by nightmares and sleepwalking.

OPHIOMORMOUS: snake-like.

ORPHIC: mysterious and entrancing, beyond ordinary understanding.

PETRICHOR: the scent of rain on dry earth.

POIESIS: creation; creative power or ability.

PORPHYROUS: purple; of purple hue.

PRATE: to talk excessively and pointlessly.

PROCELLOUS: tempestuous, stormy.

QUIDDITY: the essence of something.

QUIXOTIC: extravagantly chivalrous or romantic; visionary, impractical or impracticable.

RANTIPOLE: a wild, reckless young person; to be wild and reckless.

REDAMANCY: the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

REDOLENT: having a strong distinctive fragrance; serving to bring to mind.

REMEANT: coming back, returning.

RESPLENDENT: having brilliant or glowing appearance; dazzling and impressive in appearance through being richly colorful or sumptuous.

REVERIE: a state of being pleasantly lost in one's thoughts; a daydream.

RODOMEL: juice of roses mixed with honey.

ROSEATE: rose-like; overly optimistic.

RUTILANT: glowing or glittering with red or gold light.

SANGUINEOUS: accompanied by bloodshed.

SASHAY: to strut or move about in an ostentatious or conspicuous manner.

SCIAMACHY: a battle against imaginary enemies; fighting your shadow.

SEQUACIOUS: lacking independence of originality of thought.

SERAPHIC: beautiful and pure; having a sweet nature befitting an angel or a cherub; of or relating to an angel of the first order.

SERENDIPITY: finding something good without looking for it.

SKINT: having little or no money avaliable.

SOLIVAGANT: someone who wanders or travels the world alone; a solitary adventurer.

SOMNIATE: to dream, to make sleepy.

SORTIGER: delivering prophecies of the future; having the qualities of being oracular.

STELLIFEROUS: having or abonding with stars.

STELLIFY: to transform from an earthly body into a celestial body; to place in the sky as such.

SUCCIDUOUS: ready to fall, falling.

SPUME: a white mass of bubbles or froth on the top of a wave.

SYNODIC: relating to or involving the conjunction of stars, planets or other celestial objects.

TARANTISM: the uncontrollable urge to dance.

TEMENOS: a sacred circle where no one can be oneself without fear.

THANATOPHOBIA: fear of death.

TYYNEYS: the state of peacefulness; absent of worry or fear, being composed and at ease.

ULTRAMARINE: beyond the sea; greenish-blue color.

VELLEITY: a wish or inclination not strong enough to lead to action.

VENERATION: a profound emotion inspired by a deity.

VESPERTINE: in or of the evening; setting at the same time as, or just after, the sun.

VERDANT: with plants and flowers in abundance.

VERMEIL: a liquid composition applied to a gilded surface to give luster to the gold.

VERTICORDIOUS: to turn the heart from evil.

VIOLESCENT: tending toward violet color.

VORFREUDE: the joyful anticipation that comes from imagining future pleasures.

WANDERLUST: a strong desire to travel and explore the world.

WHIST: to hush or silence; to still, to become still.

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