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Draco Malfoy x Reader

Protector

⤷ slight fluff, slight angst!

Draco protects reader from Death Eaters.

You Fall

⤷ full angst; 

Right before the war begins, Draco and reader end their relationship, With the war raging on, will they find their way back to each other, or will they be too late?

Your Twat

⤷ fluff!

Draco Malfoy may be a twat, but he’s your twat. One day, when he’s being particularly annoying, you butt in and save him from a possible hippogriff attack, making him feel extremely terrible.

Umbridge

⤷ mostly fluff, I guess some angst

Professor Umbridge was the most hated person in Hogwarts. When she turns her sights on punishing Draco’s girlfriend, it causes a chain of bad things for the reader. In the aftermath, reader and Draco share a sweet heart-to-heart.

Happy Memories

⤷ mostly fluff, some heavy making out, some angst (basically everything)

Reader’s crush makes her start flirting brazenly with the Slytherin Prince, and she tries to make some happy memories with him to help him create his Patronus.

All We Have

⤷ mostly fluff!

Draco and reader are all each other have. This reflects on their difficult journey sixth year of Hogwarts and afterwards, where everything for them begins to change in the best of ways.

Mother’s Dress

⤷ fluff

Reader is self conscious about her family’s limited funds, and when her boyfriend, Draco, asks her to the Yule Ball, this sends her nerves to an entirely new level.

Acceptance

⤷ mostly fluff, some angst

Reader comes to terms with the fact that she is bisexual and knows her traditional muggle father and witch mother will not react well. Draco becomes friends with reader after taking an interest in the muggle items she shows him, and he helps her cope with her parents not accepting her.

Yours and Mine

⤷ semi-smut/fluff

After being a bit shocked by her Amortentia results, Draco pesters reader into sharing what she smelled, leading to an intense make out between the two.

Play With Fire

⤷ semi-angst/fluff

Draco and (Y/N) are the most powerful couple at Hogwarts. Every boy wants (Y/N), and every girl wants to be her. However, all the attention on them can cause a rift between the two. When Draco gets jealous and causes a fight between the two, he isn’t there for reader at the after party when she is almost taken advantage of.

A Million Stars and a Thousand Generations

⤷ fluff

a sweet moment between Draco and reader.

Point of Retreat

⤷ angst, fluff

You are the only constant in Draco’s life - the only reason the darkness hasn’t taken over.

My Future is Shrouded in Darkness

⤷ pure angst - be prepared to cry

Who knew the end came in threes?

Sectumsempra

⤷ angst, fluff

Something was wrong with Draco, you could tell. Ever since your sixth year at Hogwarts had started, he had begun acting strangely. When Harry asks you to tutor him, everything seems to fall apart. And then you get hurt, making Draco rethink all of his decisions he’s made this year.

Neville Longbottom x Reader

Love in Broken Times

⤷ slight fluff, full angst! 

Reader reflects on her life with Neville as the war quickly approaches. They both know one of them won’t make it out of the war alive, and Neville must deal with this fact. 

My Heaven Resides in You While Hell Looms Over Us

⤷ angst

Neville finds that death comes for those who least deserve it, and finds hell in the process.

Fifth Year

⤷ fluff, angst, slight smut!

When the reader enters her fifth year at Hogwarts, along with her best friend, Neville Longbottom, she can’t imagine the trials they would go through along the way. Will their relationship flourish?

Cedric Diggory

My Treasure

⤷ fluff!

Reader and Cedric have both been pining after each other all year, and once the Triwizard tournament starts, the pair get closer than either of them had anticipated.

Soulmates

⤷ fluff

A soulmate spell is available for anyone who wishes to know who their other half is. Cedric has done it and already knows who his soulmate is, but reader is almost too scared to use it.

The Beginning of the End

⤷ fluff, angst, some steaminess

Harry and (Y/N) Potter: the twins who lived. How could they possibly have a good ending when their lives are marred by so much pain and suffering? When the beginning of the end is marked by the end of their fourth year, (Y/N) must navigate the waters of her new life with Cedric; but, how happy can her ending be?

Sleepover

⤷ fluff, semi-smut

Can two best friends remain best friends when they both have feelings for each other and decide to spend the night in the same bed? Absolutely not.

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yes!!!!!!!

How does this not have 45724076207424729837562394857461943174561439 notes?!

^ Because some people aren’t following the rules.

god damn rule breakers i mean how could you be so disrespectfull to the guy who gave us everything

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He looks like a Sim he is so pretty(:

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TUMBLR HAS THE SEXIEST DADDY EVER.

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^ This is true.

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^ TRUE STORY.

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jesus christ i didn’t think these people actually existed i assumed they were an urban legend

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send help

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the people who call david karp “daddy” gave me cancer

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^i love you

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^that man is Jesus. Good god he’s perfect.

Wow, he’s hot, and he created the best site on earth. Just..so many feelings.

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date of origin: 2011

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Hey guys. I’m really sorry. I know I up and left you all high and dry. I’m struggling with my depression a lot right now and don’t want to let you guys down. I promise I’m trying to get back into this, I promise I am; I’m really sorry and I love you all and will be back hopefully in a few days.

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miss you around these parts! how are ya lovely?

Hello darling, thank you for sending this in :) I’m so sorry I’ve been absent; I’ve been dealing with my depression and anxiety and that’s why I haven’t posted. I really want to but also don’t want to make any promises that I’ll most likely break. Thank you for being amazing and still supporting me, though. I love you!!

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hello, i just discovered your profile recently and my goodness, you write absolutely beautifully. you simply have a way with words. thank you for sharing your work with us! (and supplying me with my neville fix, haha)

Oh my goodness, thank you so much! It means more than you could ever know, thank you for your support and patience with my work :)) I hope you have an amazing day lovely!!

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how was your day 🥰

it was okay, darling. I’m trying to deal with my depression by coming home from college for a few days. I’ve spent it with my sweet kitten Milo and my sweet family. I ate good food, watched Tik Tok, and was lazy with my family. How was yours?

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Hi! I love your writing I don’t have anything specific in mind anything Neville really that has angst thank uu

Posted lovely! I hope it meets your expectations :)

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My Heaven Resides in You While Hell Looms Over Us; N.L.

Summary: Neville finds that death comes for those who least deserve it, and finds hell in the process.

Pairings: Neville Longbottom x Reader

Requested: Yes!

Category: ANGST - my specialty

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: cursing, allusions to sex

A/N: wow. this hurt

Tags: @obsessedwithrandomthings @dreaming-about-fanfictions 

     You weren’t ready to die.

However, instead of saying those words, you brushed your lips against Neville’s – noticing how he shivered and pulled you closer to his warm body – and said instead, “I’m not afraid anymore.”

Little did you know that neither of you had enough time anymore – you felt that the war was coming soon, thickening in the air with a dark, murky tension. It was almost as if a black cloud was swarming above Hogwarts, permeating the halls of its students and threatening to choke them with every passing day with its increasing threats.

Your time had run out; everyone could feel it. Life itself was running on a clock, a perpetual circadian rhythm, and everyone had a feeling that soon, many of those clocks would run out of time.

Little did you know it would occur tomorrow.

Tomorrow, much to Professor Trelawny’s dismay, sharply dropping her mug of cold tea at the abrupt vision clouding her vision – images of death and war and Harry Potter returning to Hogwarts tomorrow, ushering in the war that had been on the grips of reality for years now filled her head. She clutched at it in pain, not noticing how her mug cracked against the stone ground, spilled tea mirroring how student’s blood would pool under their bodies tomorrow.

But, right now, you were in Neville’s arms. Facing each other as you lied in his old bed of the Gryffindor boy’s dorms. It was strange for him, having this room – once so full of life and teenage boys, laughter bouncing off the stone walls in radiating waves – empty. Harry and Ron were off who-knows-where, Seamus was in hiding due to the fact that he was a half-blood, and Dean was off with Ginny and the rest of Dumbledore’s Army in the Room of Requirement.

“You’re not afraid of what anymore, darling?” Neville asks, taking a strand of your stray, devious hair between his fingertips. You smile lovingly as he twirls it slightly, a look of concentration etched onto his face, the dark bruise on his cheek highlighting bits of purple, varying shades of darkness dancing across his cheekbone.

Reaching out, you run your thumb along it gently, lips parting as a defeated look flashes across your features. Neville looks at you with a heavy gaze, pupils dilating with love and lust as he looks at you.

“Dying,” you whisper, voice thick, eyes flicking up to meet your love’s. He frowns at your words, getting up from his position to settle himself on top of you, propping himself up to gaze down at you scoldingly.

“I won’t let anything bad happen to you,” Neville states, brows furrowed in anger at your predicament – you were all teenagers, getting ready to fight a war none of you asked for. Yet, you had no choice; all of your futures depended on winning. He brings his calloused fingers to hold your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes.

Those eyes. Deep brown, swimming with specks of slight blues and greens, so full of love and sadness and determination to get you both out of this alive. Staring down at you harshly, willing you to agree with him.

You smile sadly at him, eyes pooling with tears as you wonder will this be the last time the two of you will get a moment like this?

“You can’t control that,” you reply, voice cracking near the end. Sadness and fear cripple your body, and you want to bend under the weight of the pressure; it’s all too much, overwhelming you and choking all other senses and feelings and shoving them out of your body. The war dug its sharp talons into your soft skin, anchoring itself and growing stronger with your pain and increased fear.

And it was becoming too much.

“Like hell I can!” Neville exclaims, a martyred look on his face as he looks down at you hurt. You swallow, looking away from his intense stare as a tear slipped out.

“I’m scared, Nev,” is all you can say, pouring all your feelings into that one sentence.

At your words, Neville almost broke. He loved you more than anything – you were the sunshine that helped him grow, your smiles and kind words building him up and making him who he was. You were his best friend, going with him every holiday to visit his parents and stand as the strong support system for him to lean on. After every visit, he would cry and cry, and you would simply hold him and shush him and rub his back and brush his hair until he calmed down.

You were his angel, so full of life, the person who saved him. You were everything to him.

And Neville wanted to comfort you – oh how he wanted to comfort you how you did him – but the truth was, he was scared too.

So, he pulled you closer, kissing you deeply and passionately, with you greedily accepting his lips and tugging on his clothing. Tears were falling past both of your eyes now, kissing away the others until you were both fully unclothed and loving the other, desperately giving all the love you could before the morning came and your lives were changed forever.

Because, unknown to you, you felt those fears for a reason. You were a talented witch, almost as powerful as the Chosen One himself.

While you loved Neville, losing yourself in his quiet groans into the crook of your neck, head thrown back as your nails raked down his naked back, Professor Trelawny saw the souls of those students she had come to teach over the years. The students, who, until tomorrow, had led a life full of purpose and love.

Lavender Brown, Fred Weasley, Nymphodora Tonks-Lupin, and so many more souls who would be lost tomorrow, cold and dead on the stones of the floors of the place they had found their purpose.

But the last soul is what caused the Divination Professor to lose it, grabbing the porcelain teacup and throwing it against the wall until the pastel patterns shattered into a hundred pieces.

(Y/N) (Y/L/N), one of her favorite pupils, was one of the souls that swam into her vision, smiling softly and waving at the older woman.

But she wasn’t alone.

In her arms, she held onto a sweet child, still a baby, with the telltale eyes of Neville Longbottom.

None of her students deserved this cruel fate.

So, when Neville came limping into the Great Hall, bruised and sore and searching frantically for you, he collapsed to his knees at the sight of you lying dead on the ground, Madam Pomfrey looking grief-stricken above you, her hands hovering over your stomach.

Neville let the Sword of Gryffindor fall from his hands, clattering onto the ground with a loud, ear-splitting noise, causing Madam Pomfrey to look back and see the poor boy.

She held out her hand to him, ushering him closer, and Neville stumbled to your side, sobs wracking his body as he pulled your head into his lap.

“No, no. You were supposed to stay with me,” he sobbed, leaning down to press kiss after kiss to your cold, relaxed face. He brushes your tangled hair away from your face, feeling completely broken as the pain reached all crevices of his body, pressing sharp daggers into every hidden nook and cranny they could find.

“Did you know?” Madam Pomfrey asks him, eyes empty yet full of sadness as she gazes down at the face of the young mother, never to hold her child.

“Kn-know what?” Neville asks, gazing down at the same face, heart breaking into a million pieces because you were just with him, loving him and eyes so full of life and happiness.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Longbottom,” she says, taking one of his hands into her own.

Neville’s heart constricts with worry, wondering what could possibly cause him any more sorrow than what he was currently feeling.

“(Y/N) was about eight weeks pregnant,” Madam Pomfrey says, and Neville’s

World

Stops.

Professor Trelawny makes her way nervously into the room, seeing hundreds of bodies lied down on the ground, and even more people mourning over them.

But, what causes her the most pain is seeing the souls.

She sees Lavender Brown, hugging her crying mother who is leaning over her daughter’s body.

She sees Remus and Nymphadora, holding hands and each other as they cry, missing their son already.

Then, she sees Neville Longbottom, holding your body close and pressing his hand against your womb, where your child had been growing just hours before.

And she sees you, holding that sweet baby in your arms, your hand resting on Neville’s shoulder as he cries over the two lives he lost.

At that moment, Neville swears that there is a hell.

And he’s seen it.

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my future is shrouded in darkness... oh my god i was WEEPING!! you are so talented💚💚🖤x

Oh my goodness thank you so much! it may or may not be a prologue to a series I’ve had in the works 😱🤔.....

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can i request a fic with a slytherin prefect/quidditch captain and cedric where she makes him nervous hehe thank u x

I’m sorry darling, I don't really have much inspiration from this; BUT I know @obsessedwithrandomthings and @writing-red are AMAZING writers and could do this so much justice :)

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my sister’s new RAT (translation: hamster) that she got three hours ago just BIT me

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My Future is Shrouded in Darkness; D.M.

Summary: Who knew the end came in threes?

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Category: angst

Warnings: mentions of death, blood

Tags: @obsessedwithrandomthings​ @ivarlothbroks​

     “I’ll love you for infinity.”

Those were the last words you said to Draco Malfoy.

Ever.

Of course, you didn’t realize it at the time; well, maybe a small bit of you did. Maybe, in a far off universe in an alternate reality, you hadn’t spent the last few days you had left chained up in the basement of the boy-you-were-in-love-with home and maybe you had some inkling of the thought that you weren’t going to make it out of here alive.

Either way, it’s too late for regrets now.

Your time had run out three days ago.

You hadn’t been as careful as your brother. Your brother – your twin, your other half. The one who was always there for you.

Three days ago, when you and your twin finally became of age and Voldemort could track you. Three days ago, when your brother and his best friends disappeared.

Three days ago, when your mistakes finally caught up with you.

Three days ago, when Bellatrix Lestrange levelled her wand at you and forced you to come with her.

Three years ago, when you first realized that you were in love with Draco Malfoy.

Three.

Three

Three

You had three seconds left.

And you couldn’t get any words out.

Only stare at the boy you loved with so much sadness, eyes saying I’m sorry.

Green light suddenly filled your vision, and your eyes widened and you could only see green green green.

It was like a shock to the system. For a few moments, everything went white – you couldn’t feel your body anymore, couldn’t see any more green, couldn’t do anything. Trying, grasping blindly at anything you could; throat clenching up, trying to force words, anything, out.

Failing.

Realizing it was okay to fail.

Falling.

You only felt pain for three seconds.

After your body had collapsed, Draco had to be held back by three Death Eaters.

His mother spoke three words to him, “It’s okay, son.”

And he screamed until his throat was raw and stinging, piercing pain was shooting through his vocal cords.

He was sure your pain was worse.

His knees, collapsing to the ground – striking the same cold marble that your body lied on, hair splayed like a halo around your head.

You were surely an angel now.

Draco’s silver hair fell in front of his face as he pressed his face into the cool ground, tears forming puddles under his eyes, shuddering sobs making their way past his lungs. A fierce pain gripping his broken heart – you were the glue that was holding him together – a sharp stabbing piercing his ribs, and as he caught glimpse of the dark mark swirling murkily on his pale arm, he had the desperate urge to claw at it until the black ink was marred with red.

As soon as the three Death Eaters released him, Draco rushed to your body. Sobbing, he gathered you gently in his usually-strong-but-now-weak arms, as if you were glass.

Even though you were already dead.

And you couldn’t break something that was already gone.

“Please, darling, don’t leave me,” Draco sobbed thickly, pulling you into his arms and burying his face into the crook of your neck, wetting it with tears, as he had done so many times before. Your arms fell limply to your side as Draco lifted you up higher, pulling you into his lap and kissing your already cold skin.

Just as he had done so many times before.

You still smelled like yourself, and Draco inhaled deeply, tears marring his face and heart being ripped apart into a million tiny pieces at your dead feet. He gripped onto you harder, sobs racking his body as he just held you.

He did this for three hours.

Above him, standing off to the side, were three figures, invisible to everyone but each other. A girl and her parents; (Y/N) clutched onto her mother, Lily Potter, as she cried and cried over the boy she loved, crying over her dead body. James was looking on, tears falling down his cheeks as well.

The poor boy never deserved this.

You look at Draco one last time, sobbing over your body – already so pale and cold.

And you said your last words to him.

Just a simple, three words you had said so many times before.

“I love you.”

[occlumencyneville]

YOURS AND MINE WAS INSANE brooooo you're so talented!!! I got incredibly flustered reading that

Thank you so much! I’m so happy you enjoyed it, lovely 😊 

[occlumencyneville]

hi! i appreciate that you’re putting out a wonderful new fic EVERY MF DAY. that must take so much work and effort and motivation... just know that your dedication doesnt go unnoticed or taken for granted :-) love your writings! x

Thank you so much! Writing about what I love is what helps me deal with my depression, so I’m very happy you enjoy it as much as I do! I hope you’ll enjoy the surprise I’m going to start working on this week 😉😉

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i just read some of ur stuff and loved it!! ur writing is so creative and amazing xx

Thank you lovely! I can’t wait for you to read what I have coming up this week ;)

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hi 🥺👉👈 can i request a slytherin!reader protecting draco from his fathers insults or voldemorts threats? and comforting him afterwards, just holding him and telling him that everythings okay?

here you go! I hope you enjoy it lovely :)

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Point of Retreat; D.M.

Summary: You are the only constant in Draco’s life - the only reason the darkness hasn’t taken over.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Requested: Yes!

Category: angst, slight fluff?

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: mentions of heavy depression, war

A/N: I love how this turned out, poor baby Draco :(

Tags: @obsessedwithrandomthings​ @ivarlothbroks​

     Being Draco Malfoy came with a hard life.

His whole life, he felt like a failure. Like a burden – not worthy of love, as his father so often enjoyed pointing out any time Draco did anything remotely against his father’s will.

Of course, his dear mother loved him so much, and was fiercely protective of her son. But, she was married to Lucius, and no amount of motherly comfort from her could ever heal the harsh wounds and leftover stings his father left.

Draco Malfoy never felt a feeling of comfort.

He would aimlessly roam the halls at night, when the shadows cloaked the entire majesty of Hogwarts in her dark talons. It was the only time he could find peace, especially at the end of fifth year. That night, he found himself running, running through the dark halls, his silver hair sticking to his face with perspiration as he climbed stair after stair until he finally burst through the doors of the Astronomy Tower

The cool night air caressed his face as he looked up at the dark, glowing night sky. He was hoping that as soon as was met with the beautiful night, full of her stars and peaceful darkness, that it would tamper the panic quickly rising through him.

Earlier that day, his father had sent him a letter, explaining how they would have some special guests this summer and that Draco was about to come into new responsibilities.

Draco wasn’t stupid; as his eyes scanned the parchment, the loud voices of the Great Hall quietly fading to a gentle hum in the background, he knew his father meant the Dark Lord had returned and Death Eaters would be seeking refuge at Malfoy Manor.

He would be a stranger in his own home.

Not that he wasn’t used to that anyways.

And Draco knew that the new responsibilities would be something awful. Draco wasn’t bad – he wasn’t evil. He just needed a chance.

But his father refused to give him that.

So, he stumbled through the day in a haze, trying as hard as he possibly could to focus on anything that could get his mind off this predicament.

He was starting to get tired.

He was starting to get tired of caring.

Panic began gripping at his heart, threatening to overwhelm him. Draco found it difficult to breathe, having to push his hair out of his face and take a deep, shuddering breath to temper the panic.

So, when he burst through the wooden doors at the top of the Astronomy Tower, his point of retreat, being greeted with the darkness that had been trying to engulf him for his entire life, he almost collapsed on the brick railing – that being the only thing holding him back from the ground hundreds of meters below.

Draco gasps out big, shuddering sobs, eyes wide with tears and hands gripping his silver hair in desperation. Shooting his gaze up to the sky, to the cruel darkness, he glares; why? he wants to scream in despair.

He just wanted a chance.

“Isn’t it lovely?” an unknown voice asked softly.

Blinking, Draco looks towards his left to see a girl there – a girl in his year. In his house.

His breathing began to even out at the calm sight of you, sitting with your knees pulled up to your chest, hands clutching so tightly against your knees that your fingers were turning white with your grip.

Draco’s wet eyes trailed down your figure, and he was in awe at how your bright eyes never met his – not once; they stayed glued to the same sky he had been looking at, except he couldn’t be sure how.

Because you were gazing at the bright stars, a peaceful aura surrounding you and a small smile gracing your soft lips at the beauty before you.

And all Draco saw was a vast emptiness that threatened to swallow him whole with each passing day.

Draco swallows at the sight of you, so beautiful against the dark night.

“Wh-who are you?” he asks quietly, so as to not disturb you.

“I’m (Y/N),” you say softly, finally turning your delicate neck to look at the broken boy. It causes Draco’s breath to catch in his heart. “It’s nice to finally meet you, Draco Malfoy.”

With you, Draco Malfoy finally felt feelings of comfort.

You were his home: steady, a calming force in his hectic and dark life. He often felt overwhelmed, especially after he had been forced into getting the Dark Mark and cornered to murder Professor Dumbledore.

You were always there, by his side, already offering your strong nature to let Draco lean against. Many nights were spent together in the Room of Requirement, Draco stressing about fixing the cabinet to allow the Death Eaters into school, before you would kneel beside him, taking his figure in your arms and pulling him to lean against you.

He would cry then, letting his sobs rack his body at what his life had become. He never wanted this.

All the while, you would hold him, whispering word such as I love you, I’ll never let anything bad happen to you, and simple Shush, darling. Everything will be okay.

You would simply hold the boy you loved, the boy who was slowly gathering his broken pieces and putting them back together.

All because of you.

You would kiss his tears and brush his silver hair and rub his arms, keeping him warm and safe in your arms as he clutched tight and desperately to you, afraid to let go.

When his tears would settle, and his breathing would become even, you would pull back slightly, cradling his pale face in your hands and kissing him sweetly.

“You are so good, Draco. I believe in you,” you would say, kissing him over and over until he started believing you.

Welcome home.

The two words he dreaded hearing, falling from Voldemort’s ghastly mouth in the rubble of battle. It caused fear to cascade down his body, jaw clenched tight, his hand in yours clenching even tighter.

For all his life, Draco Malfoy had been fighting.

He watched as Harry Potter was held, dead, in Hagrid’s arms. He saw Neville Longbottom with a large cut across his temple, causing a gash of blood to stream down his face. He saw the courtyard he had spent countless warm afternoons in with you now all but rubble.

He saw his parents, ushering him to join Voldemort’s side.

He saw you, his strength in all this darkness that threatened to overwhelm him, being the only strong force for him.

He saw how the anger flashed across your face when you saw his parents waving him over, how your nostrils flared heatedly at Voldemort’s words. Draco swore he had never seen anything so beautiful as you in that moment: face marred with dirt and grime, clothes slightly tattered, anger and passion filling your form as you moved forward to stand protectively in front of him.

And then he realized just what you were doing; that you moved to stand in front of him, blocking him from the evil – just as you had done every day since you met.

Fear worse than any fear he had ever felt gripped him, and he gripped onto your bicep, warningly. Begging you to come back behind him.

But you were a force of nature – everyone at Hogwarts knew that. SO, instead of standing down, you looked up proudly, glaring at Voldemort and every Death Eater.

“No,” you snarled through gritted teeth, refusing to let these awful people hurt the boy you loved so much.

“Don’t you dare ever come close to Draco Malfoy ever again,” you stated fiercely, chest heaving in anger.

And then Neville Longbottom began stepping forward, drawing everyone’s eyes away from you and Draco. He felt you immediately relax against him, and he pulled you behind him and to the back of the crowd and he embraced you.

And he swore that, in that moment, you looked like an angel.