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𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐅 : HARRY POTTER / YOU | " In which your best friend, the boy who lived, needs some help breaking into Snape’s classroom to steal back the marauders map. Try not to get caught! " — fluff
short comic based off that one post where sevika first meets silco by mistaking him for a butch lesbian (idk how the timelines work don't think too hard abt the ages lol)
★ pairing : zanka, fu, enjin, tamsy (seperate) x reader ★wc : 1.7k
★ warning : tamsys part not recommended for anime onlys; MAJOR manga spoilers. the rest are safe!!
-> I removed august im so sorry i swear ill write for him next time but writers block got me !
★ recommended listening : Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects "I’ll keep you my dirty little secret." ♡
★ summary : You didn’t plan it, honestly. It’s not like you intended to make some silly bet with the boy you’d been fawning over for months if not years—mere minutes after the two of you finally came clean and confessed—though he’s not surprised in the least.
The bet? Seeing whether you two can keep your relationship secret from the cleaners for a whole week!
Zanka takes it serious. Extremely serious—though, you did it to yourself. Maybe you ragebaited him a little.
“Go ahead and forfeit Zanka, we know our winner already,” you said with a playful roll of the eye. He’s a bit too competitive for his own good, immediately crossing his arms with a stubborn glint in his eye.
Truth is, you know he couldn’t ignore you. Even before the two of you became anything official, Nijiku was easily flustered by physical contact. And any. Had you leaned on his side for a second too long and you could practically see the steam shooting out of his ears and for the next hour!
And paired with a little compliment? He's a literal putty in your hands. So it won't take much for you to ‘win’ the bet—not that you actually care about it. You’d just like to toy with him :)
After making the bet the two of you join the cleaners in the living room. Not before you place a peck on Zanka’s cheek, turning your head and entering the room as if nothing had happened. Like on cue, he turns that light but familiar hue of pink—lagging behind you as his mind catches up.
You immediately make your way towards Rudo, dropping beside him without a care in the world. Zanka, on the other hand, feels like every step he takes is being watched by everyone in the room. His shoulders tense, eyes darting around making sure no one caught the way he almost tripped. Sweat beads at his hairline and he’s sure his cheeks are still red!
The rest of the day unfolded in tiny moments like this. Errand run? You’d let your hand linger on his beat too long while passing the bags. Mission? You didn’t leave before giving a rib crushing hug, head pressed into his chest as his heartbeat sped far past human limits. And every time, his face flushed, thoughts tangled, and stuttered harder than before.
Just as you’re getting ready for bed, the door creaks open, slow enough to be intentional. Zanka, head held low like a puppy who’d just chewed his owner's shoes. Weakly scratching the back of his neck, “you were right,” he chuckled softly. “Riyo just asked how long we’ve been datin’.”
Neither of you cared though—he’d happily be a stuttering mess if it meant he was your stuttering mess.
★ Lasted a day before getting caught !
Fu was confused at first—were you ashamed of him? Did he do something wrong?!?! Is he an embarrassment?! God he wishes Hii would do this for him! :(
He just barely gained the courage to tell you how he felt after Enjin coached him for hours, (despite “not caring for the kid”) did he already mess things up with you?
His overthinking comes to a temporary halt when you assure him one hundred times over it’s just for fun. Even offering to call off the bet. But after realizing it’s just a fun game between the two of you, he agrees. He’d even go as far as saying he’s excited. This can’t be much different than playing a game of hide n seek with team child, right?
Wrong! Very, very wrong.
Although he always follows you around HQ and well…everywhere—now that he finally told you how he felt all he wanted to do was cuddle up around you. Feel the warmth of your hand, play with your hair, all of it! It was like his hand was itching to reach out for yours as he walked behind you.
Instead, he tries to act normal. But his stiff posture, uneven grin, eyes much too alert to be natural give it away instantly. Like he’s one second away from combusting.
…although, it’s not too out of the ordinary for Fu. Nobody bats an eye the whole day.
Behind closed doors and the quiet breeze of the night, your soft giggles ease his pent up anxiety. “They were all totally clueless!!” You laugh, turning on your side to face Fu in your shared bed. With a gentle smile, you press your finger to his nose with a quick boop. “You’re actually crazy good at this.”
That alone makes it all worth it. Before he knows it, a sheepish smile is creeping up on him.
The next two days he walked with a newfound confidence. Head held high and with the thought of you of course. That is until Enjin stops him.
The blonde narrows his eyes before saying your name slowly and hesitantly–unsure if it's a statement or question.
Then…
“So you finally popped the question, huh?”
Not too long after Fu finds himself dragging his feet towards your room, disappointed in himself for ruining your game—and embarrassed. Enjin gave another butt-load of relationship tips (despite Fu never seeing Enjin in a relationship himself…). And as he tried to make his escape Enjin gave a celebratory pat of the back that felt like it was intended for someone of Gris’ size. He swore he felt his soul leave his body.
When he tells you, all you do is smile. “Bet’s over. And guess what? I’m still yours silly.” You pull him in, wrap your arms around his shoulders as he immediately melts into your touch.
He thinks he’ll stick to games like hide and seek.
You gave him a much needed back massage after this :P
★ makes it about half a week !
Enjin is an awfully contradictory man. For claiming to dislike children, he’s seemed to unofficially adopt quite a few.
Three kids who constantly have his whereabouts is gonna make it a tad bit difficult to make it out of this week unrevealed. He also claims to dislike clingy women, despite being a clingy man himself. Two variables not in your favor.
Forget a week. You’ll be lucky if you two make it a day!
Although, the adrenaline rush that comes with the risk of being caught has the two of you acting like sneaky teenagers. Frankly–Enjin doesn’t care whether he wins or loses. He does enjoy how you squirm and panic when you think someone's getting close.
The first few days were nothing but his little games like this and it was driving you utterly insane. Walking behind Zanka, his hand would find yours, casual and deliberate. He never looked at you when he did it—just that maddening smirk on his face.
On a mission you got nothing more than a scratch on your leg. Not enough to make you limp, not enough to scar, it didn’t even hurt. But the second he saw it, your feet lost contact with the ground. He picks you up—and bridal style.
“Put me down!” You whisper-yell at him, looking around to make sure no one notices, “Rudo is gonna see!!!” Enjin rolls his eyes, nothing but that much-too-familiar grin plastered across his face.
He carries you all the way to the car—thankfully, Rudo faces the opposite way. Completely oblivious to the flustered disaster behind him; you. Enjin swiftly sets you back on your feet casually, while you frantically fix your uniform like that’ll somehow un-flush your cheeks.
You’d managed to avoid getting caught by Zanka and Rudo. The real challenge? Riyo.
It’s like the girl bypasses all of your senses! You’d once been laying with Enjin in the lounge. Head rested on his shoulder. Whatever nonsense on the TV slowly fading into the background. Eyes drooping. Almost asleep—
“Heya guys!” She’d chimed casually, leaning against the back couch between the two of you. “Just grabbing snacks for me and Rudo, don’t mind me.” she hums, already skipping away.
You jump wide awake, quickly sitting upright with your hands at your sides. The loss of warmth has you wanting to lean back, but you refuse to lose this bet!!
Enjin doesn’t move at all, just enjoys watching your soul leave your body.
At the end of the week you don’t hold back on the gloating. Not after all that teasing he pulled. You’d earned it. “I told you I’d win,” You laughed, pinching his cheek. “Even after you made it damn near impossible.”
“Yeah, yeah, you got me.” He admitted with a sheepish smile, pulling you in for a hug. “You won.”
He would never tell you that all three of the kids found out and told him. He’ll let you have your moment.
★ Made the whole week! (kind of?)
Tamsy has that lazy confidence that nobody else can pull off. He finds it endearing—the bet, and you. So, why not?
And if anyone has patience and control, it’s him. He’s been pulling soft strings behind the scenes, always swooping in to save you though he made the dilemma himself, and always, always shooing off men who look your way when you join him on his afternoon strolls through town. Unnoticed by you—that is. In his eyes he’s doing you a favor.
The first few days go as smoothly as ever. The two of you entertaining one another in a game of cat and mouse. Exchanging knowing glances during briefings, his hands brushing yours when passing you, blowing sneaky kisses across the room.
You were his long before you knew. So he wouldn’t mind waiting just as long if not longer to make it known to the world—not that it mattered so long as you were perfectly tangled in his meticulously weaved web :)
Though he did almost slip up once on the last day when the blonde Enjin threw a much too casual arm around your shoulder, pressing you into his side. Every chime of your soft laughter fueling his rampant thoughts of how to remove him from the equation, despite the lax smile on his face.
Hell—he’d be taking out two birds with one stone! What better way to advance his plan with rudo, and strengthen his relationship with you. It’s something out of a dream; Rudo spiraling, training harder, pushing himself to the brink. Your guaranteed snot fest at the passing of your dearest friend. And him—right there, offering the softest shoulder and wiping the tears he helped create. He’ll save that thought for later.
It’s Sunday and the two of you are finally alone, finding yourself undeniably a tad bit disappointed he didn’t fall for any of your traps. When you finally ask him why, he simply chuckles at the pout on your face.
“You’re mine, dove.” He replies smoothly, tilting your chin up towards him. That soft but unreadable smile etched across his features. “And that’s all that matters.”
in which — the daughter of severus snape, the infamous hogwarts professor and head of slytherin house, has come to hogwarts. when unexpectedly sorted into gryffindor house, she finds herself forming an unlikely friendship with harry potter, ron weasley, and hermione granger—yet a watchful slytherin boy can’t help falling for her, much to the amusement of his friends..
contains — snape’s daughter!reader, gryffindor!reader, a whipped draco malfoy and five teasing friends (mattheo riddle, theodore nott, blaise zabini, enzo berkshire, and pansy parkinson), golden trio, a brief quidditch game, appearances from neville longbottom, the weasley twins, hagrid, and more
word count — 4.7k
Everyone knew who you were before you had even arrived at Hogwarts. Daughter of Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House and Potions Master of the School, teachers and students alike were anxiously anticipating your arrival.
Rumours flew about regarding your character almost immediately leading up to your first year. “I heard that she once hexed a Muggle boy a few years ago because he accidentally broke her toy broomstick. It was a huge ordeal — the Ministry even had to get involved,” said a boy in your year on the first train-ride to the castle, shooting weary looks towards you from his crowded compartment of eager listeners.
It was nothing less of a shock, however, when you finally arrived. Completely the opposite of your father, every student you introduced yourself to was shocked to learn that you shared the same surname as the Professor whose horror-stories of experiences with other students had spread like wildfire through generations of parents and siblings before you.
So, when the Sorting Hat took a solid few minutes debating on which House to sort you into, the Great Hall was engulfed in astonished silence when the bared mouth of the wrecked fabric shrieked out, “GRYFFINDOR!”
Now, years later, you had established a reputation at Hogwarts as one of the most benign sudents. Even those who detested your father were friendly with you — many of them even attempting to convince you to lessen your father’s harsh demeanour.
“You know I can’t do that, Neville. He’s really not as rude as everyone acts, he’s just.. strong-willed,” you defended, as you walked alongside Neville Longbottom through the school grounds towards your first class of the day, Herbology with Professor Sprout.
“Maybe to you..” Neville whispered under his breath, as the two of you neared the greenhouses through the calm wind.
Everyone knew that Snape had an obvious bias in favouritism towards the Slytherin students of his House, which extended to his daughter, even if you were a Gryffindor.
As you entered the greenhouse, the sight of Harry, Ron, and Hermione waving towards the two of you caught your attention. You received a few nods of acknowledgment from many of the Slytherins, who you shared the class period with.
“We’re supposed to be — OUCH — getting Bubotuber pus from these,” Ron said as the two of you joined their table, undiluted pus shooting towards his arm as he gestured towards a box full of slug-like plants, Hermione reaching for his arm to cast a quick remedy spell.
“Wow, Weasley, even the infestations don’t like you,” Draco Malfoy’s voice roared from the table behind the five of you, his friends laughing obnoxiously at his comment.
You turned to face him, spotting six familar Slytherin students; Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini laughed stupidly at his side, Enzo Berkshire was coddling over one of the plants, and Mattheo Riddle and Theodore Nott were trying to stab towards the middle of one of the plants with their wands.
“Shut up, Malfoy,” you said, rolling your eyes.
He stared at you for a moment, before smirking. “I’m sure your father wouldn’t be pleased to hear how you speak to your fellow classmates,” Draco teased.
“And I’m sure he won’t be too pleased once I tell him that you threw a pair of pliers towards us,” you said, eyeing one of the instruments that lay on the wooden table next to him.
“He didn’t — OUCH,” Enzo shrieked, as Blaise had swatted him over the head. “You idiot, she’s going to tell him that he did,” Blaise said.
“We can vouch for him, you know,” Pansy said, crossing her arms in front of her.
You mirrored her stance, looking at her with a look of disgust. “Oh, really? Who’s he going to believe? You five,” you gestured towards them, your gaze lingering on Theo as he wiped pus from his hair where the plant had exploded from his prodding, “or his daughter?”
Draco scoffed. “Whatever,” he said, turning back towards his own table.
“Blimey, never thought I’d see the day where Snape’s existence worked in someone’s favour,” Ron said, earning him a glare from you.
“Merlin, I feel like they’re all staring at me,” you said, as you peered over Harry’s shoulder towards the Slytherin table. At your words, Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned towards the long table in the Great Hall, and, sure enough, the dull eyes of six Slytherins glared directly at you.
“Malfoy’s just being a git, ignore him,” Harry said, as Ron stuffed his face with ham and cheese sandwiches to his other side.
“Easy for you to say! They’re not looking directly at you,” you pleaded, picking up your goblet of pumpkin juice with shaky hands to conceal yourself against their stares.
“For once,” Ron said. As you watched him reach for a roasted chicken across the table, your attention was diverted to a brown owl soaring towards your table. Hermione quickly reached for Harry’s goblet, moving it out of the way as the owl landed in front of you, a small folded piece of parchment held limply in its beak.
You took the parchment from the small owl, before reaching across towards Ron’s plate, handing it the crust of his sandwich against his protests. The owl hooted gratefully, before taking off again towards the owlery.
“What is it?” Hermione asked, eyeing the small roll of parchment you held. You unfolded it, an unfamiliar scratch of messy writing meeting your eyes.
The end justifies the means. Don’t dwell on the
conclusion, love — Draco
You looked up, facing the Slytherin table. Draco looked smug, his friends smirking at his side. Harry snatched the note from your grasp, reading it.
“What’s he playing at?” Ron spoke, reading the message over Harry’s shoulder.
“Don’t know,” you said, glaring at Draco, as you watched Theodore Nott whisper something in his ear.
Potions was always your favourite class of the day, as it was one of the only times where you would get to visit your father during school hours. The Gryffindors, however, always hated having to attend the same Potions class with you, as Snape would always replace his harshness for you by being extra hard on them — offering you and the Slytherins a free-pass from his torment.
“Did I not say to add three drops of leech juice until the liquid brewed to an acid green shade?” Snape asked Neville, who shuddered under his gaze. “Why, then, has Longbottom’s,” he gestured towards Neville’s cauldron, “turned to a putrid shade of orange?” Snape asked.
Wearily, Hermione raised her hand up, which Snape ignored. “I think we should test out Longbottom’s potion on his fat toad,” Snape suggested, as the Slytherin’s laughed at the horrified look on Neville’s face. “If it works as it should, which I highly doubt, as failure seems to follow Longbottom everywhere he goes, then his toad should shrink down to the size of Longbottom’s intelligence,” Snape said, earning choruses of laughter from the Slytherins. “If not, then Longbottom might benefit from saying his farewells to the amphibian.”
“Professor, please-,” Hermione began. “Did I pick on you to answer, Ms Granger?” Snape snapped coldly, his gaze shifting from Neville to Hermione now.
“Ten points will be-,” he began, before his eyes landed on you, who looked at him wide-eyed. “Five points from Gryffindor for meddling into matters outside of your own,” Snape said harshly to Hermione, turning back towards his desk.
. . .
“Do you see what we mean? He only lessened his punishment of the Gryffindors because you’re in our House!” Ron said exasperatedly as the four of you departed from the dungeons. Neville walked next to you, still shaking slightly as he held Trevor clutched against his chest.
“He’s goal-oriented,” you defended sharply, your books held tightly against your own chest.
“And I think he had a point,” Draco Malfoy said from behind your group. “Granger, you really should think about keeping your mouth quiet once in a while.”
Ron looked as if he were about to pull his wand out of his robes, but Hermione placed a hand on his arm to stop him.
“What’s the matter, Weasley? Afraid Snape’s going to pick on you like he did Longbottom?” Theo asked, as Mattheo reached for Trevor.
“Stop,” you said, reaching for Trevor yourself. Mattheo and Theo laughed, as Pansy, Enzo, and Blaise made their way over from where they’d left the Potions classroom. At the sound of your words, Draco looked over at you.
“Mattheo, stop it,” he said.
Shocked, everyone turned towards him. “But, this toad’s as useless as Longbottom’s-,” Mattheo began. “I said stop,” Draco said. Mattheo’s shock allowed you to seize Trevor from his grasp, handing him back to Neville, whose mouth was agape.
“And what is all this commotion?” Snape had made his way out of the dungeons, joining the group of Slytherins and Gryffindors who stood down the corridor. He turned towards you for an explanation.
Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville stared at you, waiting for you to rat on Draco and his friends. Yet, as you caught Draco’s eye, his friends standing a small distance behind him, something overcame you.
“N-nothing. Neville’s toad was just.. reacting to the potion a little late,” you said, as you stared up at your father. He glared at you, giving you a look that inexplictly said he didn’t believe your defence.
“Get to class, all of you,” he said, his eyes lingering on you for a moment, before turning swiftly back to the dungeons.
“What was that?” Harry demanded angrily once Snape was out of ear-shot. Your eyes locked with Draco’s again, before you continued down the corridor, passing the bewildered faces of his friends.
“She’s gone mad,” Ron spoke softly to Harry and Hermione over dinner; you were currently in your father’s office, helping him restock his potions ingredients. “We were this close to finally watching Malfoy snuff it,” he said, as he helped himself to a plateful of stew.
“Talking about little Ms Snape, are we?” Fred Weasley said, as he and George joined the Gryffindor table. “Quite a change of heart she’s had recently, don’t you think?” he added on, as he sat on Ron’s side.
“Whatcha mean?” Ron asked through a mouthful of steak and kidney pie. “Oh, come on, Ron, we knew you were thick, but not this thick,” George said.
“She’s normally really nice — unsettlingly so, actually, considering her relatives,” Fred said. “But recently,” George said, as he loaded his plate with mashed potatoes and gravy. “She’s been acting more and more like the wretched version of Snape. Been lashing out at the Slytherins, who normally treat her fairly well — you know how they are, prioritizing family trees and all that,” he mocked.
“A lot of the Slytherins even think that she should’ve been sorted into their house,” Fred said, as he withdrew a couple of pieces of Nosebleed Nougats from a packet that was in the pockets of his robes.
“That’s absurd!” Hermione shrieked. “She’s nothing like Snape!”
“The apple doesn’t fall too far from the tree, though, does it?” Fred said.
“Where’s your little girl friend, Potter?” called a voice from behind them. Draco Malfoy was shouting across the hall now, drawing attention from all four tables. “She’s finally decided where her loyalties lie?” he said, as the Slytherins stared at Harry, waiting for a reaction.
“Ignore them,” George said, as Ron placed a hand on Harry’s shoulder to turn him away from the Slytherin’s stares.
Hermione quickly shoveled heaps of shepherd’s pie into her mouth, causing Fred to place a hand on her wrist. “Calm down, it’s all yours, mate,” he said at her sudden rush.
“I have to get to the library,” she said, as she quickly downed the remnants of her pumpkin juice.
“For what?” Ron asked. Ignoring him, Hermione placed her knife and fork down neatly on top of her plate, before rising from the table, making her way quickly out of the hall.
If Harry, Ron, Fred and George hadn’t been so preoccupied by Hermione’s sudden departure, or the fact that Neville had mistakenly eaten one of the twin’s Nosebleed Nougats during dessert, they would have noticed the six seats at the Slytherin table that now stood vacated.
“Knight takes the King!” Ron exclaimed, as his Knight piece came barrelling towards Harry’s fallen King. The common room was empty except for the two of them, who were playing one last round of wizard’s chess before bed.
The sound of the portrait hole swinging open caught their attention, as they spotted Hermione hurrying through.
“Guys!” she said, spotting them. “You’ll never — believe — what I just heard,” she breathed out, as she clamped a hand over a stitch in her ribs.
“Well, get on with it,” Ron said, as he packed away the chess board from where he knelt next to the table near the fireplace.
She caught her breath for a moment, before hurriedly saying, “Malfoyandhisfriendsweretalkinginthelibrary.”
“Sorry?” Harry asked.
“Malfoy — and his friends — were talking in the library,” she said slower.
“Wow, that’s strictly against school rules, isn’t it?” Ron said.
“That’s not what I meant. They were talking about her, Malfoy wants to ask her out,” Hermione said, as she told them the details of how she had overheard Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson teasing Draco over falling for a Gryffindor, Enzo Berkshire congratulating him on ‘coming to his senses,’ and Theodore Nott and Mattheo Riddle shooting him outrageously unrealistic ideas on how to ask you out.
“Malfoy fancies a Gryffindor? Snape’s daughter, too? Blimey, he’s asking for trouble,” Ron said.
“What do you mean?” Hermione asked.
“Come off it, Hermione. Snape would never allow anyone to date his daughter, not even Malfoy. Remember what he did to that one Hufflepuff whose hand accidentally brushed against hers when they both tried to grab the same textbook?” Ron said, as the three of them recalled when Snape had hexed a Hufflepuff boy’s cauldron to blow up in his face, singeing the top of his hair.
“Besides, she’d never date a Slytherin,” Harry said firmly.
“Who wouldn’t date a Slytherin?” you asked. Harry, Ron, and Hermione turned towards the portrait hole where you’d just entered. “Sorry I’m late, my father had to skin a few Boomslang snakes because he’d ran out of their skin-sheds,” you said, waiting for a response.
“Uhm, Crabbe fancies Hermione!” Ron shrieked out. Hermione glared at him, outraged.
“Urgh, really?” you asked, disgusted.
“Yeah, he’s been boasting about it to the Slytherins,” Hermione said, clearing her throat, “but I would never date a Slytherin,” she clarified, shooting Ron a furtive look of appall.
“They’re not all that bad,” you defended quietly, a gleam of a smile on your face, as you made your way up to the dormitories.
The three stared after you, shocked.
“Bloody hell, she would date a Slytherin,” Ron said, horrified.
“She can’t be this naive, can she?” Pansy asked the surrounding Slytherins the next day. The five of them watched as you stroked the long, glittering white fur of a unicorn Hagrid had brought along for your Care of Magical Creatures lesson.
“You think she’s naive? Draco’s been staring at her for the past two minutes,” Theo said, looking over at the boy, his silver eyes unblinking as they stared at you affectionately fawning over the unicorn.
“I don’t think he’s even blinked once,” Mattheo teased.
“Draco!” Pansy grinned, snapping her fingers in front of his line-of-sight.
He drew his eyes away from you as you stared up at the unicorn with the most endearing look he’d ever seen on your face, the shine of brightness illuminating from the magical creature’s fur casting a soft glow over your skin. “Yeah?” he asked.
“Did you hear anything that we said?” Enzo asked.
“Yeah, sounds great,” he said, his attention drawn back to you. Theo and Blaise chuckled, never having seen their friend so dumbstruck before.
“Come on, mate, just ask her out,” Theo encouraged.
“Yeah, the worst she could say is no,” Enzo added.
“Unless she decides to hex you, that is,” Mattheo chimed in.
Draco sighed heartily. “You know I can’t ask her. She’s Snape’s daughter. He’ll poison me or something.”
“So? At least you’ll die a happy lad,” Mattheo said, earning him a disapproving glare from Draco.
“Just go for it,” Theo said, pushing Draco towards where you stood.
Stumbling, he fell face-first on the patch of dirt in front of him, wincing as he pulled himself up.
“Malfoy, get away from ‘ere!” Hagrid yelled, but it was too late; the unicorn, which was accustomed to females rather than males, sensed Draco, and roughly kicked its front legs out at him, causing him to fall back on to the dirt.
“No!” Hagrid warned the creature, hurtling forwards and seizing Draco by his arms away from it.
“It’s okay! It’s okay..,” he heard you say softly.
You had neared the unicorn once more during its outburst, even as the rest of the students had hurried a safe distance away. You stroked the unicorn’s coat of fur gently from where you stood at its side, calming it down.
The class watched in astonishment as the unicorn obeyed your soft lulling, nuzzling further into your delicate touch.
As the class ended, Draco watched as you made your way back to the castle with Harry, Ron, and Hermione, the sounds of Ron saying, “That was brilliant!” and Hermione sharing the reasoning behind a unicorn’s historical discomfort around males that she’d read in Fantastic Beats and Where to Find Them following after you.
“To be completely honest with you, mate, if you don’t ask her out soon, I will,” Enzo said.
Soon enough, Draco realized that everyone was thinking along the same lines as Enzo. The story of how you’d tamed a unicorn during Hagrid’s class spread throughout the school the following day, with many people even expressing their shock. “I’m sorry, a Snape did that? Aren’t they the kind of lot that would, I don’t know, skin the unicorn alive instead?” they heard a Ravenclaw say during their Charms lesson.
Even the Hufflepuffs, who had a premeditated disdain for your father, were suddenly gawking at you the next few days.
“Just tell her the truth,” Pansy encouraged Draco, as she sat on the floor in front of one of the sofa’s of the common room.
“Yeah, tell her how you’re absolutely whipped for her,” Mattheo teased, dodging out of the way as Draco had launched a pillow at his head from where he sat on the sofa.
“Guys, be serious,” Enzo said on Draco’s behalf.
“We are!” Theo defended, as he cast a floating pink heart bubble into the air from the tip of his wand.
Draco reached forward, his slim finger popping the burst of pink. He rubbed a hand through his silver-blond hair, sighing loudly as he leaned back into the couch cushions.
“Just start off small, mate. Girls are weirdly enamoured by simple gestures,” Blaise suggested, clapping an encouraging hand on Draco’s shoulder.
Draco stared with his mouth agape after you, fighting the urge to strike Mattheo across the back of his thick head as he laughed behind him.
“We didn’t mean like that!” Theo said through his own hysterics, as Pansy, Blaise, and Enzo struggled to contain their own laughter.
Having taken Theo’s advice to heart, Draco had decided that the most effective way to, indirectly, ask for your attention was by planting a Boggart that he had nicked from the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor’s desk inside an empty classroom. As he had recruited Crabbe to help with his plan, his beaty foot had knocked you off your feet in the hallway, sending your books to the floor. Draco, who lurked behind the statute of an old wizard, swiped his wand lazily over one of your fallen books, sending it into the empty classroom. As you blushed furiously, you had made your way into the classroom, letting out a horrified shriek that echoed through the hallways.
Draco smirked to himself, making his way out from behind the statue towards the classroom, intent on ‘saving’ you. What he hadn’t expected was for Harry, Ron, and Hermione to come barreling through the hallway at the sound of your distress, Harry’s voice echoing through the halls as he protectively yelled out, “RIDDIKULUS!”
As he watched the four of you make your way out from the classroom, Harry’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, his face distorted with a bitter look of dejection.
Pansy cleared her throat. “May I suggest something?”
It appeared as if Harry, Ron, and Hermione had taken it upon themselves to always have at least one of them at your side at all times following your encounter with the Boggart. Draco stared bitterly at where you, Ron, and Hermione stood in the stands of the Quidditch pitch, sporting scarlet memorabilia alongside the rest of the Gryffindors.
He rubbed furiously at the handle of his broomstick, cleaning at a spot that had no signs of smudge. As Marcus Flint stared intently at the Gryffindor Captain, Draco glared menancingly at Harry. The sound of Madam Hooch’s whistle brought him back to earth, and the Quaffle was released, feet kicking off the muddy ground, broomsticks rising into the air.
“Rough start for Potter over there,” Lee Jordan commentated loudly throughout the pitch. It had taken Harry a few seconds to fly upwards into the air, as Mattheo had roughly bumped into his shoulder — a few valuable seconds that Draco had used to surmount his broomstick over the height of the pitch on the Slytherin side.
“Chaser Angelina Johnson’s in possession of the Quaffle — OOH, fantastic save by one of the Weasley twins, I think that was Fred? Or George — kind of difficult to tell from here..” Jordan said, as a Bludger had come barreling towards where Angelina Johnson flew from where Theo had aimed it.
Theo looked over at Draco, shooting him a curt nod. Blaise, who had just swerved away from one of the Gryffindor players in attempts of confusing him, and Mattheo, made their way over, following Theo’s lead.
Draco hitched the handle of his broomstick roughly forwards, aiming towards the stands filled in shades of scarlet and gold.
Many people shirked, dodging out of the way through frightened gasps. Hagrid swore loudly, stumbling backwards, stepping on the feet and colliding harshly with a group of small first-years.
“Blimey!” Ron Weasley shrieked, as he reached for Ginny’s hand, pulling her downwards to duck out of the way, Hermione doing the same to you.
“Oi! What was that?!” Seamus Finnigan roared, as yells of outrage flew from the mouths of the Gryffindor crowd.
Draco caught your gaze as you looked up at him with wide eyes from where you were crouched next to Hermione. He shot a sly wink your way, before indiscreetly reaching into the pocket of his emerald Quidditch robes, pulling out an enchanted piece of parchment. He dropped it from where he hovered, your hand quickly wrapping around the wrinkled sheaf before it could hit the floor.
He hurriedly turned back towards the match, catching sight of Blaise, Theo, and Mattheo crowded around Harry’s broomstick, blocking him from searching for the Golden Snitch.
You looked down at the sheaf of parchment, carefully unfolding it with trembling fingers outside of Hermione’s sight.
A drawing danced around the paper, the ink blotches from where the quill had met its surface moving around. It appeared to be a terribly drawn sketch of Draco flying on his broomstick as he neared a poorly drawn girl, hearts moving around her head. Before you could even wonder what the drawing was supposed to mean, it had vanished from your grasp in a heap of burned parchment.
You dropped the small burned remnants of the sheaf onto the ground of the stands, before looking for Draco once more.
It seemed that everyone else had also been preoccupied by Draco’s arrival, many people continuing to angrily blurt out, “He’s a bloody cheat!” Everyone’s attention was drawn back to the boy, however, at Lee Jordan’s shout of, “Malfoy’s leering dangerously close to the stands once more, he’s spotted the Snitch!”
Harry extracted himself from the huddle of Slytherin’s around him, barrelling after Draco to the calls of encouragement from the Gryffindors. Then …
“Malfoy’s caught the Snitch — SLYTHERIN WINS.”
Everyone around you groaned, Seamus Finnigan angrily throwing his red winter cap onto the floor as he swore. “THAT’S RUBBISH!” Fred and George Weasley yelled from the pitch, as many of the Gryffindors called for a re-match.
“They can’ just block him like ‘at!” Hagrid roared, as Harry and the rest of the Gryffindor’s sombrely made their way down to the grounds. “Come on,” Ron said, as you, Hermione, and Ginny made your way towards him.
As you barrelled through outraged Gryffindor’s, many of them yelling so furiously that their cheeks matched the shades of scarlet they wore, you were abruptly yanked by your arm by someone on the pitch.
“Pansy?” you asked, looking back at Ron, Hermione, and Ginny as they neared Harry, who looked as if he were to snap his broomstick in half.
“Come with me!” she giggled, pulling you by your arm towards the pitch.
She pulled you towards the Slytherin team, all of whom wore looks of triumph on their faces. Draco, however, was watching you and Pansy with a stern look on his face.
She pulled you towards him, stifled giggles continuing to fall from her lips. “Draco here has something he wants to tell you,” she said, before making her way over to Mattheo, Theo, and Blaise behind where the two of you stood.
You watched her as she left, before looking up at Draco, your eyes narrowed in confusion.
“Uhm,” he cleared his throat, “well, more so show you, actually,” he clarified. He pulled his wand out of his Quidditch robes, waving it with the tip aimed at the sky above the pitch.
Red sparks emitted from the tip, soaring high into the air. Many people gasped and pointed above, students proding their friends to draw their attention to the sight.
You looked up, squinting against the bright sparks that now spelled a message in the sky.
Don’t dwell on the conclusion, love
You looked at Draco with wide eyes, a blush beginning to creep across your cheeks. “I-I don’t understand..” you stuttered out, looking at him as his face shone with a red glow from the spell.
“It was kind of Pansy’s idea,” he said, as he looked down at the pitch to hide his own flushed skin. You looked over his shoulder at the girl, who giggled behind her hand. Enzo had also made his way onto the pitch, craning his neck to look at the sky with a look of astonishment on his face. Blaise stared at Draco as if he were already a dead-man walking. To the side of him, Mattheo and Theo were talking in hushed whispers, exchanging Galleons through a firm handshake.
“Look, I wasn’t really sure how to ask you at first, but, do you want to, maybe, go out together at the next Hogsmeade visit?” he asked. You looked up at him, conflicted, yet also shocked at how uncertain Draco seemed at this moment; the same boy who had just confidently won the Quidditch match for his House. You smiled softly at him, nodding your speechless approval.
You looked towards the Slytherin side of the pitch, spotting a familiar silhouette of long black robes and greasy black hair. Snape was sitting in a raised seat of the stands alongside some of the other Professors; Dumbledore acted as if he noticed nothing unusual, whereas Flitwick admired Draco’s spell work. Snape stared down at you with a thin line of lips, his body language stern.
You gasped, stepping a few steps back from Draco. “Draco, my father..” you said. It was no secret that Snape was overly protective of his daughter, and considering Draco as one of his favourite students wouldn’t lessen this burden.
“Don’t worry about that, love,” he said, “that’s a problem for later.” Yet, by the way his face started to become more and more red outside from just the fading sparks of the message, you knew that he was just as worried as you were.
notes ⋆. 𐙚 ₊˚ yeah so i had noo idea how to end this, but thank you for the request, anon !! hot take — if harry had been born a girl, snape would have been murdering people left and right on lily’s behalf
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based off of this request . I hope it was okay!! I didn't really know where to take it...so I went with the wind. May make a 2nd part for this one cs it was shortt (n i have ideas..)
★ pairing : zanka x reader ★wc : 910
★ recommended listening : Please - The smiths "So please, please, please, let me get what I want this time." ♡
★ summary : If jealousy is a disease, Zanka has the flu. The reason? ; Fu. Maybe one day he’ll finally build the courage to tell you why.
If jealousy is a disease, then Zanka has the flu. The reason? Fu. He knows it’s wrong—to seethe over the sight of you simply laughing at his jokes; but it makes his stomach drop and fist clench in a way he can’t control.
For what seems to be the 10th time tonight, you giggle from across the table, grinning ear to ear and eyes looking into Fu’s. Zanka had originally just asked you—and only you— to get dinner with him.
Then Enjin heard. Not only would Enjin not take the hint, but there was no way out. Not with you standing right there with your smile that made him forget how to speak. How could he say he wanted to go alone with you? That's practically a date! Of course, Rudo heard and decided to tag along.
Then Fu.
Fu who’s seemed to cling to your side since the moment he joined the cleaners. Fu who is so quiet but makes you laugh loud enough he could hear it from anywhere in HQ. Fu, who is so annoyingly kind, it’s almost hard for Zanka to be mad at him (he still is).
So here you all are. The four of you are sitting at a booth while Enjin sits at the bar—occasionally shooting knowing looks at Zanka and you. To Zanka’s fault, Fu sat next to you before he could, so Rudo sits to his left.
“You’re hardly eating Zanka, you doin’ alright?” You ask from across the table, voice sweet like honey it soothes him if only for a second.
Zanka sits upright at your question and offers a smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “Yeah, jus’ loss my appetite.” He responds in the kindest tone he could muster.
Deep down, he knows it’s a matter of time before you find out. Ever since Fu joined, you’d notice how strange he’s acted. How he distances himself. And every time you ask—you’re met with the same response. ‘I’m fine,’ or ‘Just didn’t sleep right.’
You give him a warm smile before turning your attention back to Fu. Just like that, he’s lost you again. Suddenly, the lights feel too bright. Your laughter seems too flirty—the kind he’d imagine you would’ve given him had it only been the two of you. The chairs scraping against the hardwood floor screech in his ears like nails on chalkboard. Even Rudo is chewing too loud, too close.
Everything is too much.
And more than anything, he doesn’t know how much longer he can take it.
Fu leans in, covering his mouth as he whispers in your ear. You pull back with flushed cheeks before you laugh again—light, warm, and effortless. The sound is a guilty pleasure for him, echoing throughout the restaurant, dulling every noise: the scrapes, chewing, clink of glassware, the hum of conversation. Even though he knows it wasn’t him who made you laugh, his chest tightens.
Then—you put your hand on Fu’s shoulder.
Zanka slides his chair out from the table, the faint clatter of silverware humming under conversation. Grabbing Lovely Assastiff, he stands—too quickly, maybe—but steadies himself before anyone can look his way. His eyes flick between the two of you, then away. He doesn’t know where he’s going—all he knows is that he can’t watch another second of it.
Rudo looks up from his food for the first time, crumbs smothered all over his face. Fu gives a look caught between apology and nerves. Enjin just watches—watches you rise from your seat and follow after him.
The chimes emitted from the bell above the restaurant door fade out to the low hum of busy streets. Taking no mind to the cold frigid air biting at your finger tips, your head whips left and right, eyes scanning everywhere for the familiar figure.
It takes a moment to spot him. He leans against a wall across the street under the soft golden glow of the night lamppost, fingers fiddling with the hem of his jacket. You cross the space before you think more of it.
He doesn’t notice you at first, but when he does he offers that same tight lipped smile. This time, it feels different.
Folding your arms across your chest, you cock your eyebrow at him. “Okay, Zanka. Seriously, what’s up?” Pressing your back against the cool wall next to him, you look up, meeting his gaze. “You’ve been acting like this all night—for a while, actually.”
His eyes flicker from you to his staff. “Don’t worry ‘bout me.” His assuring tone doesn’t match the soft frown etched across his features. “I’ll meet up with ya later, just needed some air is all.”
“Zanka,” You narrow your eyes at him, giving a dubious look. Your fingers brush his sleeve, a quiet reminder that you’re there. “You’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”
Throwing his arms up in a playful surrender he forces a half-hearted laughter spilling out—the kind that tries too hard to sound easy. “Yes, I promise. Now go on…Fu’s probably waiting on ya.”
You hold his gaze for a beat longer than usual— like you don’t fully believe him. Still, you take his word, nod once, and turn back to the restaurant.
When you’re out of eyesight and the sound of your footsteps finally fades, he finally lets go of the smile he’d forced—and the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
★ Rudo had never known a mother's affection—there had never been a feminine presence in his life. He was raised solely by his adoptive father, and after losing him, he was cast out into the surface world. You, Enjin's girlfriend and a Giver, were on patrol with him when you spotted the boy amidst the rubble. You never expected your feelings for him to grow so strong once you started supervising him.
"Can we keep him?"
"He'll have to join the Cleaners soon. The kid's got talent," Enjin replied, leaning his arms on the balcony railing before bringing the cigarette to his lips.
"No... not like that."
"I'm not following you, woman," he said, raising an eyebrow. "You wanna adopt him, is that it?"
You didn't answer, but somehow, Enjin already knew. He just sighed. "My God."
★ Rudo was mesmerized the first time you ruffled his hair. His eyes widened, and he stood completely still for a moment, his stern expression slowly softening. Rudo closed his eyes and hugged you cautiously, still half-expecting rejection. When you didn't pull away, he stayed there, burying his face in your chest.
"Hey, love, have you seen—" Enjin's voice echoed through the room, but you quickly cut him off, raising a finger to your lips in a silent request. The blond stopped, a small smile forming as he saw Rudo nestled in your arms. "I'll come back later," he whispered before leaving the room.
★ The first time he called you "mom" was an accident. You were tucking him into bed, and he was already half-asleep. The word just slipped out. A heavy silence filled the room, followed by Rudo's deep embarrassment. But you just smiled, stroked his cheek, and said, "It's okay. You can call me that if you want."
He never said it again, and his cheeks still burned with shame whenever he remembered it.
★ Rudo became your "shadow." He didn't just watch you—he internalized a fierce instinct to protect you. On missions, he was always one step ahead, scanning the surroundings even though, as your apprentice, he should've stayed behind. If anyone dared raise their voice at you, Rudo would appear instantly at your side, hurling insults like a rabid dog. He didn't care what others thought of him; all that mattered was defending you.
"Say that about her again and I'll smash every one of your teeth, you bastard!" You held the boy back before he could lunge at the person, watching his arms and short feathers flail wildly. "Let me kill him!"
"Calm down, Rudo. It's alright." You then kissed the top of his head, and he stopped immediately. Rudo fell silent, drawing surprised glances from the others.
★ Rudo was still haunted by nightmares. Some nights, he'd appear silently at your bedroom door, wrapped in a teddy bear blanket, unable to sleep. You never said a word, just made space for him to lie down beside you. Enjin would grumble, cracking his eyes open as Rudo settled between the two of you. He'd raise a sleepy eyebrow, blinking slowly. You'd pull Rudo close, holding him snugly against your chest. Enjin said nothing and went back to sleep, too tired to fight his girlfriend for attention against that brat.
★ Rudo was used to having nothing, so when you gave him simple things—a warm meal, a clean shirt, or something old for him to restore—he'd freeze, unsure how to react. Little by little, you taught him that it was okay to accept kindness. He began treasuring those gifts with almost religious care, like priceless relics.
★ Rudo grew deeply worried whenever you got hurt. If you were attacked in front of him, he'd likely lose his mind and act completely irrationally. Later, in the infirmary, he'd sit in the chair beside your bed, his scarlet eyes filled with anguish and concern. He'd touch your hand, his face full of sorrow.
"Get better soon..." he'd murmur, small tears beginning to burn in the corners of his eyes.
★ Rudo spent weeks hidden away in the Cleaners' scrap depot. You'd find him covered in grease, focused intently on something in his hands. He'd always hide it when you approached, his ears turning red. One day, he walked into your room and tossed an object onto the bed, avoiding your gaze.
"Take it. It's for you."
It was a music box, assembled from broken clock parts and polished ceramic fragments. When you wound it up, a trembling, beautiful melody filled the room. Rudo watched your reaction, a mix of hope and fear in his eyes.
"Rudo... Did you make this?" He nodded silently. "It's beautiful. Thank you so much."
You pulled him into a hug, ignoring the grime on his clothes. Rudo didn't know how to respond, so he just buried his face in your shoulder, allowing himself, for a moment, to believe he was loved.
★ Rudo misses you whenever you don't go on missions together. When he returns, he makes sure to tell you everything in detail, every little thing he experienced. He's still learning how to express himself, and for some reason, he finds it easier with you. Maybe it's your patience, or the fact that you never judge him, unlike some of the others. With you, he feels truly safe.
★ Rudo always smiles when you praise him. He gets all flustered, his cheeks tinted with a soft blush. One of his biggest goals was to make friends, and having you as his first friend felt like a huge achievement.
"Will we stay together forever?" he asked, his eyes shining with hope.
"Yes, forever," you replied, laughing softly as you tapped his hands.
Since he fell from the sky, he had never felt so whole. You made him feel welcomed, cherished. And deep in his heart, Rudo hoped to repay your kindness one day.
being anti ai is making me feel like in going insane. "you asked for thoughts about your characters backstory and i put it into chat gpt for ideas". studies have proven its making people dumber. "i asked ai to generate this meal plan". its causing water shortages where its data centers are built. "ill generate some pictures for the dnd campaign". its spreading misinformation. "meta, generate an image of this guy doing something stupid". its trained off stolen images, writing, video, audio. "i was talking with my snapchat ai-" theres no way to verify what its doing with the information it collects. "youtube is impletmenting ai based age verification". my work has an entire graphics media department and has still put ai generated motivational posters up everywhere. ai playlists. ai facial verification. google ai microsoft ai meta ai snapchat ai. everyone treats it as a novelty. every treats it as a mandatory part of life. am i the only one who sees it? am i paranoid? am i going insane? jesus fucking christ. if i have to hear one more "well at least-" "but it does-" "but you can-" im about to lose it. i shouldnt have to jump through hoops to avoid the evil machine. have you no principles? no goddamn spine? am i the weird one here?
DAWG WHERE THE FUCK DID MY HARRY POTTER FIC GO I SWEAR IT WAS LITERALLY JUST HERE??? I DIDNT EVEN DELETE IT EITHER WHAT DA FUCK…i’ll reupload it i guess but thats so odd????
