Additional Characters: Rita Skeeter (Mentioned), Harry (Mentioned), James (Mentioned), Lily (Mentioned), Pince (Mentioned), Voldy (Mentioned), and Reader's parents (Mentioned)
Requested by: Anon!
WC: 1,903
Warnings: Azkaban, sarcastic Reader, Auror Reader, very brief mention to drinking/partying, crying, sort of sad, set during the second book/movie, nicknames, banter, teasing, flirting, slight angst, and fluff
"Dropping off another one, Miss L/N?"
You gave the man at the security desk a stiff nod and an equally stiff smile, "Yep! I just don’t know where they keep coming from." You answered sarcastically as the witch you brought in was taken to her cell.
The man, whose name tag spelled out 'Stanley Parloose,' only grumpily nodded before he gestured for your wand. "Wand, please."
"Alright, don't get your trousers in a twist," You grumbled, taking out your wand and handing it to the man, who then sat it on the Wand Weigher.
"Is that all you are here to do?" Stanley asked, looking up at you, past the rims of his thickly-framed glasses; his bright blue eyes almost judging you as you rocked on the balls of your feet.
Looking off, you pretended to think about your answer before giving the man a grin, "I don't know... You wouldn't allow me to go up a couple of floors, would you?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as the man sighed heavily.
"You're the middle-tier Auror, Miss L/N. What do you think the answer is?" Stanley asked boredly, resting his head in his hand as he looked up at you.
You pouted slightly, crossing your arms over your chest, "I think the answer is no, but it's worth a shot every time." You muttered as the man snorted, looking down at his paperwork.
"Correct again, Miss L/N," Stanley teased, smirking as you scoffed.
"I could have you fired, Mr. Parloose." You snapped, watching as the man's smirk grew.
"You may work for the Ministry, Miss L/N," Stanley sang, laughing when you huffed, "But, you know that your name is not on the list. I can not permit you to travel up there for you are-"
"I'm not someone with strong ties or anything. Yeah, I know. It's bollocks." You tilted your head as you stared down at the man, "But... You know... I think I can have Rita Skeeter interview you some time..." You trailed off, watching as the man's eyes widened slightly before he cleared his throat.
"Rita Skeeter? You know her?" He asked, trying to hide the fact that he was very intrigued by the idea of an interview by the witch.
You smiled, knowing that you won this battle, "Of course, I do! She's a very dear friend of mine. We are like this." You emphasized, crossing your fingers together to show how close you were to the - annoying - woman. "I'm sure she'd love to do an exclusive interview with the security guard of the most formidable wizard prison, who also allows me access to the floor I'm not supposed to be on." You told him, his eyes widened even more as you stepped forward to lean lightly on his desk, pretending to examine your nails.
"You're bluffing..."
"Am I?" You countered, staring down at the man, gaze unwavering, "You know... She once told me that she had a thing for brunettes. And that she may or may not be single." You drew the fishing line, and Stanley took the lure.
"Fine. You can go up there for no more than ten minutes. No more, no less." He told you, pointing his quill at you with a less-than-threatening glare.
You grinned, smiling bright, "Thanks, Stanny." You sang, pushing off the desk and turning on your heel.
"Hey! Don't call me that!" You heard the man yell as he glared at you.
"Whatever you say, Stanny-boy!" You yelled back.
You quickly made your way up and up the tower of Azkaban, your mind elsewhere as you thought about your boyfriend. It had been years since you had last seen him, eleven years to be exact.
You remembered the last night you saw Sirius Black. You had just watched your two best friends, James and Lily tie the knot. You partied, drank, ate, and danced with Sirius and your friends. You didn't remember much after that, just you and Sirius flooing home, and crashing on the couch together. That morning, you got ready to visit your family for the month, packing your bags, eating breakfast with Sirius, and kissing each other goodbye before you flooed to your family home. What you didn't know was that that was the last kiss you and Sirius would share.
Oh, how you wished that you were there when they took him away. But you knew that there would be nothing you could do. That was why you became an Auror in the first place, rising in the ranks slowly to finally reach the point that you could see him again - albeit sort of illegally.
It was dark, and you stumbled slightly as you found his cell. Peaking through the small window in the metal door, you felt the air in your lungs escape you, and you cursed under your breath. Sirius sat in the corner of the room, legs up against his chest, arms wrapped around him, the sunlight shining down upon him from the thin window.
"Sirius..." You muttered, just enough that his head lifted at the sound of your voice, eyes rapidly flickering around the room - as if he had really gone insane, imagining your voice - before he found the small portion of your face peeking out from the window on the door.
"Y/N?" His voice was hoarse from lack of use, and you swallowed back the lump forming in your throat at the sight of him. You nodded your head, pushing up to rest your forehead on the metal door. You didn't say anything, afraid if you did, you would cry. You heard and watched him move, the scraping of his skin and his prison clothing against the wall as he pushed himself to his feet. His hand reached out for you, just brushing against your cheek before he almost flinched back in fear that it was all a dream, that you weren't real. "Y/N," He repeated, voice louder this time as if he was making sure that you were really there.
"It's me, Sirius." You responded softly, looking at him through the window, seeing his eyes staring right into yours. “I’m here.” You frowned deeply upon seeing how thin and frail he looked, "My poor baby, what have they done to you..?
"How are you here?" He asked, ignoring your question, staring at you with those gray eyes that you missed so much.
Licking your bottom lip, you gave him a small, nervous smile, "I'm an Auror... And I may or may not have bribed the security guard to let me up here." You admitted sheepishly, feeling your heart race in your chest as his lips twitched slightly at your confession.
"Oh, Y/N," He said, moving the tips of his fingers against your cheek, a soft chuckle leaving him as you leaned into his touch as much as you could from the window's small opening. "How come you haven't seen me before?" He asked, his thumb stroking your skin as your eyes fell shut.
You swallowed back the lump in your throat, feeling tears burn behind your eyes as you looked back at him. "Stanley, the security guard, is surprisingly hard to crack. If I had known that he had a huge crush on Rita Skeeter, I would've used that instead." You admitted, shrugging slightly as a small, breathy laugh left Sirius.
"It's been so long, my love," He muttered, "I haven't seen you in close to a decade." He murmured, a soft look appearing on his features as he took in every detail of you that he could make out from the terrible lighting.
"It has..." You agreed, "I missed you. A lot." You told him truthfully, giving him a watery smile as he looked at you with such sorrow and adoration it made you weak in the knees. "But, we will get you out of here, and I will take you far away from this place." You told him, your eyes flickering around his cell before they returned back to his face. "I just need time... I- I can get you out, I just need-"
"Shhh..." He hushed you softly, stroking his dirty thumb over your bottom lip, but you didn’t care, "It's okay, Y/N. You don't have to explain yourself to me. I know how the Ministry works. They've done a lot of wrong by me... But you... You will make it right again. You're too good for this world."
You couldn't help the tears that flowed down your cheeks as he spoke, his voice deep and soothing, "I love you, Siri." You whispered, watching as he smiled at you, and it was like the stars in the night sky.
"I love you too, my little treasure," Sirius said, voice soft and rough with emotion.
Blinking rapidly, tears burned the back of your eyes as you cleared your throat lightly, "Are you alright?" You asked, before huffing, shaking your head slightly, "That's a silly question. You don't have to answer that." You laughed slightly as you wiped away your tears, "Is there anything I can bring you next time? I think I can get Stanley to let me up here again... I can bring food maybe or-"
"You..." He responded, interrupting you, smiling when you blinked up at him in confusion, "You're all I need, Y/N... You and your little smile that melts me into a puddle every time I see it. Your soft hair that always smells like summer."
"Sirius," You sighed out, your smile growing uncontrollably at his words, "Became a poet, have you?"
"The thought of you has kept me sane," Sirius muttered, glancing around his cell quickly before looking back at you, "How's Harry?" He then asked, swiftly changing the topic.
"Little Harry?" You asked, "He's doing as good as he can, being the Boy Who Lived and all."
"Is he doing alright at Hogwarts?"
"He is. I try to visit Hogwarts as much as I can to check up on him. I gave him that picture of James and Lily for his twelfth birthday." You told him, "He's a lot like you, really. James too. He gets into so much trouble. Aside from the trouble You-Know-Who causes." You bit your lip briefly, narrowing your eyes playfully, "And that's funny coming from you. It took a lot of convincing to get you to even do your homework."
Sirius laughed, and it was a beautiful sound, and you would be lying if you said you didn't want to hear it more often. "You got me there… You’d never see me in that library. Pince hated me."
Your smile dwindled slightly, looking down at your Muggle watch, "I have to go... Stanley only gave me ten minutes." You whispered, biting the inside of your cheek, feeling like the worst person in the world for leaving.
"I understand. You do what you have to, treasure." He told you, though his eyes were begging and pleading for you to stay.
"I'll try and come back and see you. I promise." You muttered, reaching your hand up to touch his, your fingers just brushing against his own as he gave you a nod.
"I'll be waiting for you." He replied, and you could feel your heart in your throat as you smiled at him, taking one last look before you left him to go back to the floor you were not supposed to be on.
Hiii, could I please request post-azkaban sirius x reader while they're staying in Grimmauld Place, the reader is an Auror and is part of the Order of the Phoenix and comes home from working all day to find Sirius drunk and depressed. Thank you!
𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠
post-azkaban!sirius black x auror!reader
world count: 1.8k
warning: no use of y/n, fluffy angst, hurt/comfort, loss of hope, mention of drinking alcohol, slight signs of depression
summary: Maybe there are wounds that prove resistant to the time.
a/n: hello, and thank you for your lovely request! i hope you will be satisfied with what i have written for you!!<33
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"Bye, Aidan. I'll see you tomorrow," you smiled kindly at your coworker and adjusting your bag, which had slipped off your shoulder, you started down one of the corridors in the Ministry of Magic.
Walking away from your office door, a tired sigh escaped your lungs. Being an auror had always been the realization of your biggest dreams, but today marked one of the worst days in your entire career.
The day began with a jarring summons from the Ministry's emergency line. A sorcerer, suspected to be a Death Eater, had resurfaced with a newfound malevolence. Dispatches arrived, delivering grim news of a series of brutal attacks in a one of the small wizarding village. And of coures, as one of the seasoned aurors leading the brigade, the mantle of responsibility to untangle this dark puzzle was firmly draped across your shoulders.
Arriving at the village, you were met with scenes of devastation that could make even the bravest witch or wizard falter. The ominous insignia of the malevolent magician was etched indelibly onto the slate-gray sky, casting an eerie luminescence over the vicinity. The villagers were visibly scarred, bearing not only the physical aftermath of the onslaught, but also the emotional wounds inflicted. Hours were spent meticulously extracting tales from shaken witnesses, weaving their stories into a tapestry of dread. The narratives were harrowing – curses and hexes had been hurled with a chilling precision, leaving a trail of chaos in their wake.
The physical remnants found at the scenes of the crimes painted an equally distressing picture. It was abundantly clear that the wizard had honed their craft, preparing a deadly amalgamation of spells that left victims scant chances for survival. The results of these assaults lingered in your thoughts, each grim picture etching itself into your mind as an unrelenting reminder of the horrors this dark conjurer could unleash.
Yet, the challenges presented were far from over. The Death Eater seemed perpetually a step ahead, expertly setting snares and diversions to obstruct your progress. The dynamic transformed into a vexing and exhausting chase, where each lead seemed destined to culminate in a frustrating impasse.
As the day marched onward, the strain on your team became increasingly tangible. Tensions escalated, nerves grew taut, and the fervor to apprehend the wizard intensified. Your team pressed forward, unwavering in their determination, even in the face of the adversary's guile and potency. A mounting sense of desperation took root, fueled by the fervent desire to deliver justice to the afflicted and bring an end to the grip of terror.
And now, the weariness that had been slowly encroaching had deepened into a bone-deep fatigue. The lack of headway and the emotional toll of the day weighed heavily on your spirit. With steps heavy, you navigated the halls of the Ministry toward the exit, your stomach's protestations reminding you of your hunger. Breakfast had been but a fleeting memory, enhancing the anticipation of a shared dinner with Sirius in the comforts of your Grimmauld Place abode.
The thought of recounting your day to him, knowing he'd offer comforting words, wrap his arm around you, and gently press a kiss to your forehead—reassuring you that tomorrow will hold the promise of progress—made you feel impatient.
Since Sirius's managed to escape from the nightmarish walls of Azkaban, you both became inseparable allies, always ready to lend each other a hand. Well, mostly it was your role to help him. His grim tenure within the prison had inflicted wounds far deeper than the physical; the bars and Dementors had taken a heavy toll on his mental strength.
The scars left by Azkaban's haunting existence marked him in ways that went beyond the surface. The ceaseless shadows cast by the Dementors had gnawed at his spirit, causing wounds that cut to the core of his mind. The years of isolation had turned his thoughts into a maze of torment, an unending cycle of despair that seemed insurmountable. His own thoughts, compounded by the Dementors' soul-draining presence, had eroded his sense of self and purpose.
After his release, returning to the world was like an awakening filled with confusion. The noise of life's complexities clashed with the monotony of his prison life, leaving him adrift amidst a sea of overwhelming emotions. It was as though he was trying to put together a puzzle with many pieces missing—confused, fragmented, and unsure.
Your warm companionship offered a lifeline, a connection to reality that he desperately needed. Your constant presence gradually broke down the walls of solitude he had built within himself. After all, you were someone he knew as well as he knew himself—his love from long ago, from his school years, and your paths reconnected by complete coincidence. Through patience, empathy, and countless conversations, you helped him slowly navigate the turbulent waters of life after Azkaban. You became the guiding light that led him through the maze of his fears, showing him that life still held moments of beauty and purpose worth cherishing.
Day by day, moment by moment, you were there to listen, to comfort, and to remind him of his intrinsic worth. The scars left by the prison might have been permanent, but your unwavering support had a way of easing the pain and helping him rediscover the parts of himself that he believed were lost forever.
Stepping out onto a gray London street, you took a look around, briefly studying the faces of people as they passed by. Sharing a smile with a stranger in a coat who met your gaze, you turned in the direction of the flat. On your way, you made a quick stop at a nearby shop, procuring an assortment of snacks for a leisurely evening shared with Sirius, and as the tune of your favorite melody danced on your lips, you headed towards Grimmauld Place.
Upon entering, the familiar scent of dust enveloped you, and an unusual hush pervaded the space—a silence rarely encountered in this residence. Not even the creaking of the wooden floor beneath the begrudging feet of Kreacher reached your ears. Lowering your shopping onto the floor, you shed your damp coat, which had captured the essence of London's air, and, retrieving the bag once more, ventured deeper into the depths of the Black's house.
“Sirius?” you called out as you proceeded down the corridor, your voice carrying a note of hopeful expectation. Yet, the silence that answered was deafening, and a sense of concern began to creep into your thoughts. He was meant to be waiting for you at home.
Curiosity propelling you forward, you navigated the dimly lit spaces, the house seemingly holding its breath. Eventually, your steps led you to the kitchen, where you found him. He was sitting by the table, like a solitary figure amidst the shadows, his gaze fixed emptily on a distant point with a glass of alcohol in his hand.
“Sirius?” you addressed him once again, this time softly, your voice infused with a mix of tenderness and apprehension. As you drew closer, you noticed the distant look in his eyes, a reflection of a mind caught in the grips of haunting memories. The weight of his past seemed to hang heavily upon him, leaving his usually vibrant spirit, that you were familiar with, dimmed and worn.
With a sigh that carried a hint of sorrow, you reached out to touch his arm gently. “Are you alright?” The question was simple, but it held layers of understanding, a recognition of the battles he fought within himself.
He turned to you, his eyes finally focusing on your presence, and a fleeting smile graced his lips, though it was faint, like a star struggling to shine through the clouds. “I... I just had a rough day,” he admitted, his voice tinged with a mixture of exhaustion and vulnerability.
Stepping closer, you closed the physical distance between you sitting next to him, your concern palpable. “Are these voices returning again?” you asked softly, already knowing the answer. Azkaban had left scars that ran deep, and there were moments when those scars resurfaced with a vengeance, tormenting him with the worst moments of his past.
He nodded, his gaze dropping to the glass in his hand. “Yeah. They... they were louder today, more vivid.” His admission was accompanied by a sigh, a sigh that carried the weight of the pain he couldn't quite put into words.
Gently, you reached out, your fingers brushing against his. “You don't have to go through this alone anymore, you know,” you said, your voice unwavering. “I'm here for you.”
A mixture of emotions flickered in his eyes – gratitude, relief, and a lingering hint of the darkness that still clung to him. With a shaky exhale, he set the glass down on the table, his hand finding its place in yours, seeking the connection that grounded him.
“I just... I didn't know how to cope today,” he confessed, his voice barely a whisper. “The memories were too much, and I thought... I thought maybe alcohol could numb them, even if just for a little while.”
You squeezed his hand gently, your heart aching for the pain he carried. “I understand, Sirius. But you don't have to face this alone, and you definitely don't have to numb the pain with alcohol.” Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, a gesture of comfort and reassurance. “We'll face this together, okay? I bought some snacks, we will cook dinner, as we planned, yeah?”
For a moment, he simply looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of gratitude and vulnerability. Then, as if finally allowing himself to let go of the burden he'd been carrying, he nodded. “Yes, alright.”
The faintest of smiles tugged at the corners of his lips, a testament to the strength he drew from your presence. With a deep breath, he let go of the glass, leaving behind the fleeting comfort it provided. Your touch, your words – they were the lifeline he needed more than anything else in that moment.
You gave his hand a reassuring squeeze once again before letting go, your fingers interlacing for just a brief moment. Then, with a small grin, you stepped back, your resolve unwavering. “Great. Let's start with dinner then. I got all our favorites.”
A spark of interest ignited in his eyes, a flicker of the Sirius you knew and loved. “All our favorites, huh? You spoil me, you know that?”
You chuckled softly, the sound carrying a touch of playfulness. “Well, someone's got to take care of you, right?”
With a playful wink, you turned towards the direction of the kitchen, beckoning him to join you. “Now, let's see if we can create a masterpiece out of these.”
Hi, congratulations on 100 followers. You are really good at what you are doing and you deserve it.
May I request an adult Severus Snape x Slytherin reader where they are married and the reader is an auror and really energetic, but no one knew they were together. And one day she comes to Hogwarts for something, like there is someone hidding there and ...
Change whatever you want and I trust that you'd make it perfect. If you don't want to do it, it is perfectly fine, but if you don't mind please say that you won't; because I wouldn't know if you received this at all.
Sorry for taking so long. And again; Congratulations on 💯 followers, I hope you get to 1000 and more soon, because you deserve it.
A/N: Thank you so much dear, you are so sweet!💖😽 and i appreciate your support! I am familiar with your username because i see you interacting with my posts! It means a lot to me.🌸 Hope you’ll like the fanfic, i changed it a little bit.
Characters: Severus Snape x reader
Auror’s Helper
“Attention!” Dumbledore stood up from the breakfast table and walked to the front to make his speech. “This reminder is for 7th years, rest of the students may continue to enjoy their breakfast.”
Sighs escaped from 7th years when they looked at Dumbledore with their unpressed expressions, his speeches were always boring and in the early morning they would be even more unbearable.
“You have been told that there will be introduction days about different jobs of wizarding world. And today is the beginning of these days! Our first guest will be an auror, I assume most of you will be very interested in that guest since auror is one the most popular jobs. You will meet with her on your 3rd period in the gardens, your professors will be escorting you.” Dumbledore eyed the students for a second before continuing with his speech. Their grumpy expression has left its place to an excited one right now. “That’s all for now, please enjoy your breakfast.”
The time passed so slowly for the students during their first 2 classes, they couldn’t pay attention to their classes at all because they were way too excited to meet the auror who Dumbledore mentioned. Especially Gryffindors were extra happy since their third period was potions with Professor Snape, they couldn’t wish for a better timing for that job introduction. Finally the time has come and all four houses went to the gardens with the professors. Soon after they all heard a swoosh above their heads and someone landed in front of them with her broom. You took your goggles and hair tie off, flipped your hair to free them, then smiled cheekily at the students. Some boys were watching you with their jaw dropped open, nobody was expecting the auror to look like a model but there you were with your perfect hair and in cool leather clothes.
“Hello fellows!” you cheered happily and waved at them, you were radiating such a positive energy and it brought smiles to the students’ faces.
“Let’s meet! I am Y/N Y/L/N.” You peeped at your husband Severus’s way with a smirk, he just rolled his eyes at you. You were keeping your marriage in secret to avoid any dangers towards any of you two also to avoid any gossips. But you knew very well Severus hated the fact that you had to use your maiden name, many men were trying to flirt with you thinking you are single and Severus wanted to curse each and every one of them. “I am an auror for 15 years and I spent 5 years of it in America. I can say I faced many different dangers during these years, we will talk about pros and cons of the job then I will show you some defensive spells. Deal?”
The students nodded excitedly while positioning in a half circle shape around you to have a better view. Two Gryffindor boys were making their ways to the front while talking, they weren’t aware that someone was listening them.
“I don’t know how old she is but damn look at her arse!” Blond haired boy said to his friend but before his friend could reply, the boy received a slap on his head by the potions master.
“Severus! Don’t hit the kids!” Minerva McGonagall snapped at him frowning.
“They were being disrespectful... towards the auror.” Severus grunted.
“I wasn’t, really!” the boy looked at you, when he made sure your attention was on him then he continued. “I was just saying how beautiful you are, Miss Y/L/N.” He grinned when you made your way to him.
“Oh dear boy, I would thank you if I haven’t heard what you actually said.” You raised an eyebrow at him smirking evilly while his face turned into a deep red, he tried to apologize but his tongue wasn’t cooperating with him at all. “Next time be more careful around an experienced auror. We can hear the things that you think they are secrets and we can see the things that supposed to be hidden from us. You would be thinking that you fooled us but you would be the one who is fooled in reality.” You walked back to the centre with confidence. Severus was amazed how you tore this kid apart just with your words and he felt like he fell in love with you all over again. After that little interruption, you started to talk about being an auror. You started with the basics then followed with some funny memories to cheer the students and keep their attention on you. You received some questions from curious students and you answered each question carefully.
“Anymore questions?” you took a look at each student. “No? okay. Then let the fun begins! I will show how you can defence yourself in dangerous situations. I am sure you learnt about them in your DADA classes in theory but seeing them in reality will make a difference and you will understand them better in my opinion.” You could see the excitement in the students’ faces and you knew they will be even more excited after your next words. “I need a partner to help me with that lesson. Professor, would you like to be my little helper?” You looked directly at your husband with a kind smile but your eyes were shining with mischief. Severus raised his eyebrow at your “little helper” phrase, he noted to have a revenge when you two were alone. But still he walked to the middle and stood in front of you.
“How can I address you Professor?” You were hardly holding back a laugh when you tried to act like you have never seen him before.
“Professor Snape.” He simply said with his thick voice, he was glad that you didn’t continue to call him your little helper.
“Pleasure to meet you, Professor Snape.” You held your hand out smiling cheekily, he shook it kindly while trying not to roll his eyes at you.
“I know we just met but I want to take this relationship into the next level, Professor Snape. Could you please attack me?” You batted your eyelashes at him in a theatrical way while the students and the other professors burst into laughter. You were sure Severus would have his way with you after the things you have done and that sent shivers down your spine. You and Severus pulled out your wands and took your places, in seconds you two started to duel, at the same time you were giving information to the students about the spells you are using. It has been almost 10 minutes that you were duelling and you wanted to end it graciously, well at least it would be gracious for you. You took the rope which was hanging by your belt, you threw it to air before anyone could understand what’s going on you put a spell on it which made it to wrap around Severus Snape. He let out an annoyed growl while trying to balance himself, falling down in front of the students would be the last thing he wanted. The students were cheering like crazy, they were having the time of their lives by seeing their most scariest professor tied up with the rope. Severus was cursing them with his black eyes, he would make them pay for this for sure. You grinned and saluted the students then made your way towards Severus, he has managed to stand still but his wand was on the ground. You took it gently then with a flick of your wand you let the angry professor free and handed his wand back to him.
“Please applause Professor Snape, he was great but…” You looked at him with a grin. “I was greater.”
Once again everyone burst into laughter while applauding you both but Severus wasn’t having any of it. You adored how grumpy he could get and you just wanted to kiss him right here and there.
After your short class, Dumbledore invited you to have a tea with him which you gladly accepted. You told him about the class and your duel which he enjoyed way too much and he regretted missing to see Severus’s face after his defeat. You left his room after a while and you were heading back to gardens to fly to the ministry but instead you made your way to the dungeons. When you arrived the potions class, you carefully listened the door but you couldn’t hear anything which gave you the confidence to knock on the door. Couple of seconds later you heard the baritone voice, you walked in immediately but he didn’t raise his head from the papers in front of him. You closed the door behind you and walked towards his desk.
“Hello my little helper.” You rested your hands on his table and leaned to his face. His eyes met with yours after he heard your cheerful voice. He put his quill down.
“If you call me this one more time Y/N…”
“What will you do Severus?” You moved around and sat in front of him on his desk. His eyes lingered on your body for a while then he slowly stood up from his chair just to stood between your legs.
“You will be tied up to our bed with this rope of yours and I won’t be very gentle.” He whispered to your ear and he gave a squeeze to your thighs.
Summary: Cliche mini-series: There was only one bed/fake dating
A/n: I have no idea where this came from but it’s beautiful and so soft and cute and ugh. I love you guys so much so let me know what you think as always!! Also this is 8k words because I have no self control at all.
“There has to be some mistake,” I gasped. “Harry, you can’t be serious!”
“I need this case in the hands of my two best Aurors, and that’s you and Malfoy,” Harry leaned against his desk, arms crossed.
Draco was very quiet and very still beside me. Where my anger was loud and biting, I could tell that his was cold and unforgiving.
“Okay, and I’m flattered, but Harry,” I dismayed. “This is a weekend in Paris for a couples retreat. What the bloody hell do you expect us to do there?”
“Act like a couple,” Harry said, as if it were obvious. And I wished that it wasn’t. “And bring in this potions smuggler,”
I huffed and stormed off, heading to my desk to gather what I needed for this god forsaken case. Stupid Harry. Stupid Malfoy. Stupid shiny shoes that were in my line of vision.
“Bloody hell, Malfoy,” I looked up, abandoning my spare anti-hex potions in their bottom drawer. “What do you want?”
“You act like I’m happy about this,” He snapped coldly. “I’d rather spend a weekend in Paris doing something enjoyable with just about anyone else.”
Fury burned in my heart as his words pierced it. I couldn’t deny that they stung a bit. Truthfully, Draco wasn’t the worst person to get stuck on a case with. Instead I was angry because Harry just assumed that I’d be okay with pretending to date someone, even for a case.
“Just what every girl wants to hear,” I snarled. “What do you want Malfoy?” I sighed, continuing to pack my bag.
“What time would you like me to pick you up tonight?” His tone was so polite that it had me reeling, abandoning my task of packing.
“I’m sorry, what?”
“The case, it starts tomorrow evening. I assume that you’d like to get there early and see what we’re dealing with? You have with cases before,” He gave in tidbit of knowledge so offhandedly that I almost missed how Draco had somehow managed to pick up on my habits.
“I... uh. Yeah,” I zipped my bag and slung it over my shoulder. “Is seven alright with you? I have a few things that I need to get in order before we head out.”
“I’ll pick you up at seven then,”
Deciding that the interaction with Draco was one of the weirder moments of my life, I prepared myself for a weekend filled with... coupling—ugh. I spent about an hour ranting to my empty flat as I packed a suitcase and garment bag, my more expensive dresses safely inside. I paused in the mirror and sighed wistfully. Coupled with Draco Malfoy. Yeah right. We weren’t even in the same spheres of influence. Our spheres didn’t even touch remotely.
Promptly at seven, my doorbell rang, and I could tell that Draco was eyeing my jeans and sweater skeptically. I seemed like a teenager standing next to his immaculate, no doubt tailored- to-him suit. Lost. Lost was a good word that fit. I seemed lost when I stood beside Draco.
“Are you ready?” He asked.
“As I’ll ever be,” I sighed, letting him in so that we could apparate together.
I should have looked over the case notes a bit more. I would have dressed better if I had known Draco and I would be staying at the Ritz. I understood Draco’s look of contempt for my wardrobe earlier.
“Are you ready?” He asked again, softly.
“Yeah, sure.” I smiled settling into a fake persona that was desperately in love with Draco Malfoy. With the smile he returned, I could tell that Draco had done the same as he wrapped his arm around my waist. I tried not to gawk at the lavish lobby as Draco checked us in and I tried to also ignore the disapproving looks I got from the staff about my wardrobe. I stuck closer to Draco after one to many nasty stares.
French fell elegantly from his lips as he spoke to the receptionist. It escaped my mind that he could speak the language—it was probably one of the leading reasons that he was placed on this case: he could thrive without a translation spell. The small French woman made a remark that seemed to upset Draco, his words becoming harsh, his lip curling in anger. The woman started to stammer her words in what I assumed was apologies as she smiled nervously at me before pressing a key into Draco’s hands. A bellhop followed behind us with our luggage.
“What was that all about?” I asked Draco when we were alone in a imperial suite—either the Ministry had given Harry way too much power over funds or this had Malfoy written all over it.
“What was what?” Draco asked, drawing the curtains.
“The receptionist,” I gave, running my fingers over a marble statue of the Venus De Milo.
“Yes? What about her?” He raised an eyebrow at me, shrugging off his blazer and undoing his cufflinks.
“You snapped at her,”
“Ah,” Draco’s lips drew into a thin smile. “Well, I could hardly stand for her to be insulting the love of my life, now could I?” Sarcasm dripped in his tone as his smile became wicked.
“Oh, you stuffy people and your stuffy rules!” I dismayed. “Jeans are comfortable! So are sweaters!” I folded my arms childishly.
“I’m not arguing there, but Y/n, come on, at the Ritz?” Draco piqued an eyebrow.
“I didn’t know it would be here! Bloody hell, I would have dressed better if I knew!” It’s what I had been wanting to scream for the past hour that it felt nice to let the words finally leave my lips.
A chuckle fell from his lips as he sat at in a plush armchair, gesturing for me to join him. I sighed and sat in the adjacent chair, pulling my legs up onto the seat with me. If Draco disapproved, he didn’t voice his opinion.
“Now, before we begin,” His voice dropped into a formal tone, and I knew he was speaking about the case. “I need to know boundaries for you. Yes, we have to be a couple, but I don’t want to do anything that will make you uncomfortable or throw you off guard. I need you sharp and focused for us to do this case successfully,”
“That was... almost sweet,” I chuckled darkly.
My tongue darted between my lips as memories that I tried hard to keep locked down came resurfacing. It was another reason for my fury about the case. Harry knew that I had just gotten out of a toxic long-term relationship and I doubted he thought twice about my approval on the matter of this case. My eyes dropped to my lap; my eyebrows drawn together.
“Y/n,” He called softly, drawing my attention from my spiraling thoughts.
“Just...” I started. “I’m fine. Hug me, kiss me, hold me close, call me whatever, I don’t care,” The words were sharper than I meant them to be as I stormed out of the room and slammed whatever door was between us.
Leaning against the same door, fighting tears and the urge to apparate back home, my eyes settled on one large, silk draped, pillow lined, king sized bed.
“No,” I gasped. “No, no, no!” I screamed. “There is no way in hell!”
“Y/n?” A soft knock was on the door behind me.
I yanked it open and met an anxious looking Draco.
“What the hell!?” I gestured wildly to the bed.
“Are you alright?” Draco neared me cautiously. “Are you sure you’re up for this case?”
“Oh, don’t patronize me!” I snapped. “I’m just fine!”
“Then what in the world are you on about?” He folded his arms defiantly.
“The bed,” I hissed.
“Yes, what about it?” Oh, I wanted to punch him.
“There’s only one.”
“Oh, she can count, the day is saved,” Draco rolled his eyes. “Yes, there’s one bed, do you think a couple would be sleeping in separate beds? We have a cover to keep,”
My face scrunched up in anger as I sighed and scrubbed my face, my resolve falling flat.
“Right, the case.” I nodded, putting on a false calm smile. “Any boundaries of yours I need to know about?”
Draco eyed me warily, and whatever he wanted to say died on his tongue as he regained composure.
“Just be polite. Formal. We’re... how did you put it? Stuffy people, not teenagers,” There was a small smile on his lips.
“Right,” I nodded and sighed. “I’m sorry I yelled at you,”
“It’s my fault, I should have warned you.” His tone was soft. “And I also should have mentioned that I fully planned on sleeping on the floor, or perhaps a couch. I’d never impose on your privacy like that.”
I thawed a little more and my smile became a bit more real. “Thank you, Draco,”
“I’ll... leave you alone. If you’d like to change, we can explore a bit, though it’s all about the same here,”
“You say that like you come to Paris for lunch,” I drawled. “Not all of us have been out of the country, Malfoy,”
“You’ve—” He backtracked. “You’ve never been to Paris?”
“No?”
“Get changed,” He ordered. “Never been to Paris,” He scoffed, closing the door behind him.
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“Harry,” Draco hissed, his eyes darting away from your retreating form.
“Can it, Malfoy,” Harry pushed off his desk and rounded it. “I don’t want to hear how you don’t want the case either,”
“Forget about me.” Draco nearly roared. “Don’t you understand how bad this is going to be for Y/n? How much this is going to hurt her?”
Harry looked dumbfounded. “What do you mean?”
“Oh, you are so blind!” Draco distressed. “She just got out of a very unhealthy relationship not a month ago and you want her to pretend to be in love with someone else? Are you bloody mad?”
“It’s just one weekend,” Harry insisted.
“Oh, I pity the girl you take home,” Draco sneered. “I’ll do the case. For her sake.”
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Of course, Draco knew about your breakup. He worked with you for Merlin’s sake. He noticed when you were too quiet or skipped out on meals. Not that he ever meant to, but he liked his routine, and every other person in their rightful place as well. He noticed when a pattern was broken.
You were still a brilliant Auror despite it all. You smiled more. You actual made conversation with him now. He was happy for you. You seemed... free. Reanimated. He feared that this case would be the mental breakdown that everyone around you seemed to be waiting for. And Draco didn’t know if he was ready for that. He didn’t know if you were ready for that.
So, he’d be civil. He’d be a jerk if it meant sparing your feelings. He’d make this as easy as he could for you. He knew what it was like to need to break but terrified of the act itself. To hold his head high despite wanting to lash out at everyone and everything. And he had grown from it. Learned how to break in a healthy way. And how to pick himself back up.
It was about fifteen minutes before the bedroom door opened and you stepped out. Draco’s breath caught in his throat at the sight of you. Switching your jeans and sweater for an A-line black skirt that draped down your frame, paired with a white button up blouse, sheer thigh highs and a pair of heels in one hand and a Prada bag in the other.
“Is this okay?” You asked timidly. “I... I don’t really do this sort of thing,”
Your hair draped effortlessly down your shoulders, and light makeup that gave you an airbrushed look. An inviting look. Whatever made you think that you shouldn’t do this sort of thing needed to be stopped immediately because you looked wonderful.
“Draco?” You pulled him from his thoughts. He blinked a few times, recovering.
“Uh. Yes, that’s perfect,” He rushed out, your cheeks flushing pink. “Shall we?” He offered his arm.
Slipping on your heels, they clicked on the floor, a melody to the sharp sounds of his dress shoes harmonizing on the marble floors.
“So, you’ve never been to Paris?” He mused.
“No,” You looked down. “I’ve always wanted to travel but...” A sharp breath entered your glossy lips. “I guess I can now. Huh,” You smiled at the thought, holding your head high and Draco wondered if your ex-lover had prevented you from travelling. “So, this is Paris?” Your eyes flitted to the towering antique buildings, the smile remaining on your face.
“A small part of it,” Draco chuckled. “The night is coming soon, but if we have tomorrow, I’ll take you around the city,”
A laugh bubbled from your lips, a pretty sound that went with the flowers in the window boxes. The sun was setting and the streetlamps hanging their heads began to illuminate the Parisian streets. It gave the scene around them a softer look, painting you in a golden light.
“You know you don’t actually have to take me on a date,” You mused. “It’s just a case, Draco,”
“Case or not, I won’t have you in my city and not see some of it.” Draco decided.
“Your city?”
“You understand that I do have a summer home here, right?” He raised an eyebrow. “And this is where my family used to come on holiday? And that one of my best friends lives here?”
“Really?” Surprise flickered across your face. “Who?”
“Pansy,” Draco smiled. “She moved here after...”
You nodded and your eyes traced to a small café and a couple sharing a soufflé on the patio. Your eyes dropped to the sidewalk under your heels, your smile falling.
“Would you like to get some dinner?” He asked softly.
“I... no thank you,” Your voice was quiet. “I already ate.”
“Dessert then perhaps?” Draco tried. “Ever had crème brulee?”
“Can’t say that I have,”
Your hand dropped from the crook of his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around yourself. He could see you shutting down at the thought and he wasn’t sure if he should keep pushing you or let you close yourself off.
“Don’t you think you deserve one? You’ve always wanted to come here, you’re here now. Don’t let him ruin it,” Scared he had overstepped his bounds as your silence dragged on, Draco began to grow more worried with each quiet second.
“You’re right,” You finally spoke. “I’m here now. I’m free to do as I please. And I really want to try a crème brulee,” There was a childlike smile on your face.
Draco led you across the cobblestone street to the small café that you had been eyeing earlier and swiftly ordered for the both of you in French as you got lost in the sights and smells around you.
Despite the later hour, the café was far from closing down. The waiter came with the assortment of bakery sweets that he had ordered, and you gaped at them.
“I thought we were getting one crème brulee,” You protested.
“Well, I figured you’d want to try a few other things as well. I know that you enjoy sweet things,”
Draco pushed the small dishes your way and watched you nibble your way through the pastries and desserts, hoarding the ones you enjoyed and passing to him the ones you didn’t prefer. You were lost in your own little world as you marveled at the Parisian pastries, particularly enjoying macarons—as well as your crème brulee.
“Thank you,” You looked down, a soft smile on your lips. “This was... really nice.” The dishes had been long cleared from the table and it left the pair staring that the stars through the shop window.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” Draco offered his arm again and led you back towards the hotel.
There was only one bathroom in the suite, so Draco allowed you to use it first. In the meantime, he stood out on the balcony of the suite, overlooking the Paris skyline. It hadn’t changed much since he was a small child. The only thing that seemed to change massively was the one looking out. Draco didn’t know how long he stood there, pondering the stars, but your small voice pulled him from those thoughts.
He turned and you were back into your normal favored attire: cotton sweats and a sweater, thick socks on your feet and your hair in a messy ponytail. A smile touched his lips, because you looked just as wonderful like this.
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The girl in the mirror looked confused, but happy all the same.
“We’re just friends,” I told her. “That’s all I need. This is a case. This is a job, and Draco’s a friend.” She smiled back at me and nodded.
“Draco?”
He was on the balcony, lost in thought I supposed. He turned all the same, a soft smile on his face.
“I... I can take the couch if you want,” I offered. “I’m shorter than you... it’ll probably be a nightmare for you to sleep on the couch,” My gaze dropped as I shifted from foot to foot.
“Don’t worry about it,” Draco smiled, closing the French doors to the balcony and drawing the curtains. “I’ve done it before, I can do it again,”
“Oh,” I wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that but brushed off the intrusive thoughts that threatened.
Since the bathroom was connected to the master bedroom, I perched on the bed, the bedside lamps on allowing me to continue my book. It was an old muggle classic that I found myself lost in. The bathroom door opened, and my eyes darted over to see Draco with damp hair in an old pair of Slytherin sweats and a V-neck. A small laugh escaped my lips at the sight.
“What?” He demanded.
“Nothing just didn’t expect to see you in Slytherin sweats, that’s all,” I closed my book, resting it on my lap.
“Oh, well.” He flushed slightly. “Goodnight,”
“Goodnight,”
He closed the door behind him, and I stared at the ornate doors for longer than I cared to admit. Sighing, I pulled out the case file and began to comb through the details. Harry wanted us to find potions smugglers who sold to high-brow cliental. From Polyjuice potion to Death Draught. The next sale was supposed to go down this weekend here at the Ritz during a couples ball. There were no names given for the criminals, but a description: male, two meters tall, brown cropped hair, and green eyes.
There was something almost familiar about the description, but I couldn’t place it. Sighing, I set down the file and turned off the lights, settling in for a long day tomorrow. The oversized pillows and expensive sheets offered me no comfort. They were too cold, to silky. I craved my quilt from home and my cotton sheets.
Giving up on the notion of sleep, I threw off the covers and went to the closet. There I found a knitted blanket that was heavenly soft to the touch. Stripping the bed of the top sheet and duvet as well as most of the pillows, I curled up with the blanket and a couple pillows and chased sleep.
“What in Merlin’s name?” The voice was confused and loud for this early in the morning. “What did the pillows ever do to you?”
I blinked out of the warmth of my dream and into the crisp morning, face to face with a disheveled sleepy Draco Malfoy.
“What?” I sat up, scrubbing my eyes.
“The bed? Hell, if I knew you were going to demolish it, I would have said take the couch,” There was a slight smile on his face.
“Didn’t feel right...” I mumbled, hugging my knees. “I’ll... I’ll clean it all up.”
“Don’t bother, we’re paying enough, housekeeping can take care of it. I’ll ask if they can switch the sheets to cotton for you,”
“Oh, no. Please don’t cause any trouble on my behalf.” I stammered quickly.
“It’s not trouble,” Draco smiled. “It’s their job, darling,”
“Doesn’t mean we have to make it harder.” I stumbled out of bed and grabbed my wand, casting a spell so that the bed remade itself. “Why are you up so early anyway? The sun is barely up.”
“Old habit,” he gave a tight smile. “Fancy some breakfast?”
“It’s too early to eat,” I grumbled. “Coffee however is necessary so lead the way, darling,” I drawled sarcastically, draping one of the hotel house coats around me to mirror Draco’s silk green one that he no doubt owned already.
Draco paused at the door.
“If you need an out. Or a break. At any time. Let me know and I’ll get you out.” His voice was careful and serious.
“I’m not going to break,” I refuted defiantly. “If that’s what you’re waiting for.” I pushed past him and out the door, down the hall and to the elevator. The ride was quiet and tense.
“I never meant to imply—”
“Just leave it.” I cut him off. “I haven’t had enough caffeine to deal with this yet.”
“I’m sorry,” Draco whispered as we exited the elevator and I wasn’t quite sure what he was apologizing for, but it thawed me out a bit.
Breakfast was tense and quiet as we ate in silence. Draco read the Daily Prophet and I continued on my book. We made polite conversation with passersby and smiled like we were in love.
And I was in love. With the China teacups and their gold leaf accents. With the rich foods served and the beautiful decor. I was in love with the lavish tablecloths and the fancy napkins. I adored the chandeliers and sconces and fresh flowers that were on every table. It was beautiful and I was in love with it.
It wasn’t fair that Draco looked at home among the beautiful things. As if he came with them. “Are you still wanting to see the city?” He asked cautiously when we were back up in the suite.
“If you’re willing to put up with me for the day,” a smile touched my lips. “I... I know I can be a handful.”
“All things considered,” he mused softly. “I think you’re doing wonderfully.”
I smiled and lingered a moment longer than necessary before heading to the master bedroom to change. Favoring for a pair of high waisted black slim pants and a cold shoulder emerald top, I decided I could have looked worse. Lacing up my boots I headed out to Draco who was laying down his collar. His eyes swept over my figure, leaving me slightly self-conscious as I braided my hair loosely.
“Here,” Draco reached into the nearest drawer and pulled out a black ribbon and passed it to me before reaching back into the drawer. “These are my mother’s, but I don’t think she’ll mind you borrowing them,”
He offered me a black velvet box and inside were nestled a pair of diamond earrings.
“Draco, I can’t—”
“You can and you will,” he smiled. “You deserve it,”
I looked at the earring and my resolves crumbled as I put them on.
“Is this your suite then?” I mused.
“Took you long enough to figure that one out,” he chuckled.
“Should have known from all the green,” I teased back.
“It’s a regal color,” Draco insisted.
“Sure thing darling,” a chuckle left my lips as we headed out the door.
“It is!” He tried again, causing me to laugh.
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Draco had been to Paris just about as many times as he had been to London. Perhaps the city lost some of its shine over the years. Maybe after the war the Paris lights didn’t look the same to him. Perchance he had lost his childlike awe of the historical envied city.
But you... you had never been to Paris. You have never walked along the Seine. You had never seen the Eiffel Tower, never browsed the art of the Louvre. You’d never stood under the light filtered through the stain glass of the Notre Dame. Your fingers never ran over the rough stone of the Arc de Triomphe.
Now you had.
“This was a very nice not date,” You smiled, sitting beside him on a bench watching the people of Paris below you from the top of the Eiffel Tower. “I can see why you keep coming back,”
“I haven’t been since the... since I became an Auror,” Draco’s eyes were trained on the horizon.
“Well... I’m glad you came.” There was a gentle smile on your face as he caught your warm eyes. “On the case, I mean.” You recovered and looked down at your hands. “I know this probably isn’t easy for you either,”
“It could have been worse,” Draco teased lightly. “I could have been stuck with Greengrass,” His words seemed to pull you from your moping thoughts as your smile returned.
“She’s a sweet girl, I’m sure you would have been fine.” You went back to fidgeting with your hands, your eyes dropping to them, “Besides who wouldn’t want to go undercover as Draco Malfoy’s significant other,” It was a sad sort of humor.
“You?” Draco pressed softly.
You gnawed on your lip, lost in thought as your eyes became glassy with unshed tears. “We should go,” You barely whispered, standing. “We have a banquet tonight at the hotel.”
“Y/n,” Draco followed you to the elevators.
“What?” It was a bit more defensive now.
“I didn’t mean—”
“You don’t mean a lot of things, I know,” Your arms folded tightly across your chest, your head ducked down. “It’s fine, we have a case to do and a criminal to catch. You said it yourself, I need to be sharp and focused to do this successfully,” Your tone was clipped, and Draco was taken aback at your sudden change of attitude on a drop of a dime as his words came back to haunt him. “So, if you don’t mean any of it, then neither do I,”
Draco opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came. Your abrasive words sent him reeling. What had happened to the girl who was wonderstruck by the city? The girl who was amused at the street performers and the girl who smiled something carefree? Just when he thought the real you was free beside him, you caged her back again and locked him out, and he shouldn’t care, but he did. Because you were hurting. The same way that he used to.
But he had to admit that you were right, he had a case to accomplish. And if he wasn’t focused you could get hurt, he could get hurt, or the felon could slip through your fingers.
In his well tailor suit and his hair coiffed back precisely, he was ready to do everything and mean nothing. A cold mask that you mirrored as he met you in a deep navy draped silk gown, your heels in hand again. His heart didn’t mean to skip a beat.
Tucked against his side, smiling like you didn’t have a care in the world, he was quite glad that the other guests and staff didn’t expect much animation from him. It gave him time to keep an eye on you. He could schmooze with ease and little effort, and he soon learned that so could you. From the outside, you two looked perfectly smitten with another. Despite his many shortcomings, Harry was right, you two were perfect with this case.
But that’s not what held Draco’s main focus. Instead, it was the constant reminder that this meant nothing. Every gentle touch of your hand, every smile, every pet name, every laugh, every praise of him, every declaration of love, every concerned and caring word—they all meant nothing. It meant nothing to you. It was an act. A job. A case.
And he was losing focus.
Because though you had stumbled into his affluent world in jeans and a sweater, you were now at home among the wealthy wizards you now rubbed elbows with, possessing the grace and poise of someone who was brought up like he was. You knew how to use the silverware set before
you. You knew proper etiquette.
“Miss Y/n,”
Amelia Bones, the former head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement was sat at the banquet table along with you and Draco. You rose your head politely, nodding a hello.
“I’m surprised to see you so cozy with Mr. Malfoy, was it not a month ago you were engaged to another?” Her words seemed harmless, but Draco watched your smile become more forced as the breaths passed.
“My apologies,” Draco cut in coldly. “But I don’t see how that is any of your business,”
“Oh, forgive me dearie, I meant no offense at all,” Mrs. Bones flutter her hand.
“Of course,” You smiled widely, “And yes, you’re correct, but well, since working with Draco it deemed nearly impossible not to fall for him,” The look you gave him made him lose focus completely. “And it was an arranged marriage, my parents offered me the option at the beginning of the war, and well, I had no reason to refuse,” Your hand slipped into his. “Until I met Draco that was,”
“Oh, isn’t that just lovely,” Mrs. Bones fawned to her husband beside her. “A real fairytale ending you have yourself Y/n, I’m sure others are just dying to be in your shoes,”
“I’m sure,” Your smile became forced again, but you held your composure.
But that didn’t mean that Draco didn’t commandeer the conversation to keep the attention off of you for the remainder of the banquet. You excused yourself slightly early, though it was a polite time to leave, nonetheless. Draco bid the folks he was talking to and followed you out.
He found you on the balcony, barefoot, your hair out of the tight bun it had been in, your dress still on. The stars stretched out before you over the rooftops of Paris, the Eiffel Tower illuminated in the distance.
“I told you, I’m fine,” Your words were barely audible.
“I didn’t say anything,” Draco retorted, slipping off his blazer and tie.
“You were thinking it,”
He smiled as he came beside you, leaning against the railing.
“Maybe I was,” He sighed softly. “Regardless, you’re my partner on this case, and I dare say you’re a friend of mine. I’d like to know if you’re okay. It’s what friends do,”
A sigh escaped your lips as your eyes lifted from your hands back to the skyline blinking back tears.
“Friends,” You muttered weakly. Not that he liked the word much either, but he’d take it to keep you close.
“I... I know that we—I haven’t had much luck at this, but if... if you need someone to...” Draco trailed off, shaking his head. He knew it was a lost cause. He knew that you didn’t mean anything.
Again, you were quiet. He turned to leave, but you spoke up.
“He was supposed to be my happily ever after,” The words were soft and sad. “My prince charming come to save me.” Draco paused and turned back to you; his brows furrowed. “All this time I thought he’d save me... but I ended up saving myself, and him.” You went from facing the city to facing him, “And he refused to save himself. And made me feel terrible for saving myself... for becoming someone new... someone stronger.”
You nodded. “Everyone was waiting for me to break. To cry... go off the wall... and sometimes I wonder why I don’t. Why I can’t.” You turned your head to the side. “Sure, I get snappy... and the nights haunt me... but to cry? To miss someone who drained me?” A shrug fell from your shoulders. “I can’t do it...” A pause. “Maybe I am broken. I can’t even break properly.”
“No one said you had to break,” Draco took a careful step forward. “No one said you had to cry.”
“But shouldn’t I?” There were tears in your eyes now.
“No,” Draco shook his head softly. “Breaking hurts, and it seems like you already have. Now you’re just picking up the pieces where you can,”
You mulled over the thought and nodded, facing the city once more.
“They always talk about the one who got away, but they never ask her why she left, do they?” The question was gentle from your lips as Draco left you alone to think. He was sure that he wasn’t meant to hear it, but he did.
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The cotton sheets of the king-sized bed that night welcomed me. The bedding had changed drastically, from silks and down feathers to cotton and quilted blankets. They were still green and gold, but it was an improvement as I stared at the paintings on the walls and ceiling. Despite the change in sheets, sleep still eluded me. Frustrated this time, I slipped on the housecoat and quietly opened the bedroom doors.
Only to find Draco awake with the light on, reading. I almost wanted to smile at how he was draped over the couch in sweats and nothing else, looking at home among the lavish furnishings. He looked up from his book.
“Can’t sleep,” I confessed, leaning against the door jam. “Thanks for the sheets and stuff though...”
“Is there something I can do?” He asked softly, setting down his book, sitting up.
“Got any Sleeping Draught on you?” I asked hopefully.
“Afraid not,” He pursed his lips.
Moving to the adjacent chaise lounge, I curled up under the throw blanket, running the golden fringe through my fingers.
I wasn’t aware of when I had fallen asleep. I was barely aware being carried to the lavish bed and tucked in. I was aware that I had moved when I awoke to the sun shining in through the curtains.
“Good morning,” Draco greeted as I exited the bedroom, dressed for the day.
The day was a quiet affair. Breakfast mimicked yesterday and lunch mirrored dinner last night. There was no time to go out on the city today, not with the masquerade ball tonight. This was the entire reason for this weekend in Paris. To get into this ball and catch the convict. It took the two hours that it took to get ready to remind myself that this was a case, and not a fairytale ending. I didn’t get those.
Draco escorted me down to the ballroom, commenting on how beautiful I was. I let the compliment roll off my shoulders though I desperately wanted to cling to his words. Words that he didn’t mean.
It didn’t seem fair that the entire Ritz hotel was something out of a fairytale and tonight I was required to pose as the perfect princess, though I felt far from it. My only relief was that my eyes were hidden behind a mask. No one would see accidental tears. I had told Draco that I didn’t need to break, but this might just break me.
An hour slipped by of talking and schmoozing other guests before Draco led me to an adjacent standing table, offering me a haven from the prying eyes and whispers.
“Would you care to dance?” Draco offered his hand, smiling, as the next waltz began from the live quartet.
“We don’t have time to dance,” I retorted. “We’re on a case here,”
“It’s just one dance,” He rolled his eyes, his hand sliding to my waist, ready to escort me.
“You need to focus on this case Draco,” I snapped. “We need to catch this guy in case you’ve forgotten.” I didn’t mean for the words to be so harsh.
“Of course,” His hand dropped from my waist, “If you’ll excuse me,” Draco said quietly.
“Dray, wait, I didn’t mean—”
“I’d know those lips anywhere,” A familiar voice purred from behind me.
“Dean,” My breath caught in my throat as I turned, wishing I hadn’t just sent Draco off.
“And I thought he’d never leave.” Dean grinned. “I gotta say, didn’t think you’d move onto some stiff like Malfoy, and so soon. Does he know he’s a rebound?”
“Oh, fuck off,” I muttered, taking my clutch and walking away from him, scanning the crowd for Draco to no avail.
Dean grabbed my arm and spun me back, a dangerous look in his eyes. He pulled me to a quiet corner of the ballroom.
“Let go of me,” I shook him off, drawing my wand.
“Now, now, wouldn’t want to cause a scene, now would we?” His smile became predatory. “There are quite a few important Muggles in the crowd tonight,”
“You’re a bastard, you know that?” I hissed.
“Such naughty language in front of such high paying cliental.”
My eyes widened in surprise. “It’s you,” I breathed out. “You’re the seller,”
“In the flesh, sweetheart,” His green eyes held danger. “What, didn’t expect me to move onto something better? Like you went off and did anything valuable with your life after me, not that Malfoy is much of an improvement.”
I hid my surprise well: he didn’t know that I was an Auror. He didn’t know about the case. Now all I had to do was get him away from harming anyone and pray that Draco would find me to help detain Dean. But to get Dean away from these people, I was going to have to break. Hard.
A perfect masquerade to be someone that I wasn’t. Someone that Dean wanted me to be. Someone who would break my heart.
“Tell me about,” I smiled sweetly, “Maybe I’ll ditch the stiff.” My eyes scanned over Dean in false want.
“So, you realize that leaving me was a mistake,” Dean tilted his chin back.
“Since the moment I walked away,” The lie weighed heavy on my tongue. “Please De,” My hand trailed up his arm.
I could feel my heart splintering.
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“Not to alarm you Mr. Malfoy, but it seems that your lady is being entertained by another young man,” Mrs. Bones spoke softly. “They just left out the side door,”
Draco snapped out of his self-pity party as he scanned the crowd for you, his anxiety and adrenaline spiking. You had found the convict.
“Thank you,” Draco gave curtly, untying the mask from around his head and as soon as the door closed behind him, he took off running, wand out, desperate to find you.
He heard soft voices in coming from an adjacent sitting room and cautiously hovered outside the door.
“Remember this?” The voice was low and husky, and one he didn’t recognize.
“Yes,” Your breathy voice came in response.
A thousand thoughts ran through Draco’s mind and for a moment he thought that you really had run off with someone else. That you hadn’t found the felon, but rather someone to... He didn’t want to finish the thought.
“Say it,” The first voice demanded.
“I’m s-sorry,” Your voice whimpered. “I’m sorry I ever left you. Draco... he—he’s nothing compared to you,” Fear and tears were mixed with your voice and Draco had a very good idea of who was in there with you.
Call it jealousy, or his job, Draco burst into the room, finding you pinned against the wall, hands above your head held there by a young man whose lips were pressed to your neck, making you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut. A man with green eyes and brown cropped hair. Their target. And you had found him. And he seemed to know you. Very well.
Then it clicked. The criminal was your ex-lover. Of course, it was. When Draco saw Harry again, he was going to sock him a-la-muggle.
You look absolutely terrified when Draco caught your eyes. Your mask was gone, and you looked disheveled and defeated.
“I was hoping you’d show Malfoy,” An amused smile curled on the target’s lips as he let you go. You fell to the floor, caught off balance.
“Don’t hurt him,” You pleaded, picking yourself up, and Draco didn’t know if you were talking to him or the target.
“You’re not in a place to bargain, sweetheart,” The target snapped. “Auror Malfoy. Here to turn me in I suppose?”
“After I beat the hell out of you, yeah, it’s on my list of things to do,” Draco snarled.
“What? For taking your girl from you?” The target laughed. “She was never yours.”
“She might not be mine, but she sure as hell doesn’t belong to you either,”
“I’m afraid she does,” The target grabbed your arm and jerked you in front of him, creating a shield between he and Draco with you. “And you obviously care for her, so here’s what’s going to happen.” The man drew his wand and held it to your throat. “You’re going to let me make the deal I need to, and then I’m going to take Miss Y/l/n here and leave,”
Draco glowered, his mind racing to figure out how to get you safely out of this. He could see you trembling, your eyes refusing to meet his.
“Dean, please,” You whimpered, curling yourself into his arms.
Your arms draped around the target’s—Dean’s shoulders as you whispered soft things into his ear that made Dean grin and Draco’s blood boil. How could Dean not see how uncomfortable you were? How you shied away from him? Draco’s grip on his wand tightened.
He watched as your lips pressed to Dean’s neck, your hands trailing down his ill-fitting polyester suit as you slinked your way around the felon, distracting Dean long enough that Draco was able to throw a Full Body Bind at him.
“You bitch!” Dean roared.
“You’re the bitch here,” You snarled. “How in a million years could you think that I would want you?” Seething you rounded your frozen ex, wand drawn. “I did do something with my life you asshole! I’m an Auror! And a damn good one!”
“You never had the guts,” Dean barked a laugh.
“On the contrary,” Draco grinned. “She’s the best one we’ve got,”
“You two set me up!”
“Duh,” You laughed, tucking away your wand.
Draco wanted to warn you about the dangers of the deed, but you surprised him and drew back your fist, landing it squarely on Dean’s nose.
“That’s for assaulting me!” Another to his jaw, “That’s for using me!” One more to his cheek, “And that’s for coming back into my life,”
You turned and walked away from Dean, leaving him bleeding, still petrified. Draco caught your hand before you stormed out of the room.
“I’m fine,” You shrugged him off.
“No, you’re not,” Draco refuted.
“Awe, trying to play hero, now?” Dean jeered.
You froze under Draco’s touch, squeezing your eyes shut, your jaw clenching.
“She doesn’t need a hero,” Draco let you go and faced Dean. “She picked herself back up and walked away from a lowlife like you. You were so wrong to ever assume that she needed to be saved.”
There was a knock on the door.
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I was still trembling. It had been about two hours since Dean first touched me. First shoved me against a wall and forced his lips on mine. From when I had first started to shatter.
In that time, Mrs. Bones had intervened and called backup to detain and court away Dean to Azkaban, the room had been cleaned of any trace of our battle, and Draco and I were alone in the suite, for one last night before we left.
We hadn’t spoken a word since the fight and the tension between us was tangible. Curled up in a deck chair, I desperately tried to rid my mind from Dean and the feeling of his hands on me, his lips on my skin, his whispered words. I shouldn’t be afraid. Not like this. I was an Auror. I was independent and strong.
But hell, I was breaking. Fast and hard.
Draco knocked on the balcony door, drawing my attention. I looked to him, hopeless and terrified. He offered his hand, an invitation, a call. I rose, my resolve fading as I ran into his arms, breaking down in tears. His arms wrapped around me, cradling me to his chest. I frantically grasped at his white button up, trying to ground myself.
Draco gently tugged me to the floor, still cradling me in his arms.
“I—I’m sorry,” I cried out. “I... he... I thought I...”
He shushed me softly and rubbed my back softly. “You don’t owe me an explanation.”
“I didn’t mean it,” I gasped out through tears.
“I know,” His tone was somber.
But though the night dragged relentlessly, it was not the worst night of my life. I took comfort from that. And I was not alone. There was a great deal of comfort in that, too.
My hindsight seemed unbearably clear tonight. I could see every mistake I’d made, every bit of harm I’d done, the small things and the big things. Each pain I’d caused Draco, each wound I’d given myself, stacked up into neat piles that I could not ignore or deny.
And I realized that I’d been wrong all along about wanting to be alone. It had not been Draco and I that I’d been trying to force apart, it was the two parts of myself, the one who craved a companion and the one who was independent and free. But they didn’t know how to exist together, and I should have tried harder to figure it out.
I’d done so much damage.
Draco said little; he just held me on the floor and let me ruin his shirt, staining it with saltwater. At some point a blanket was draped around my shoulders and I was too miserable to figure out where it came from.
It took longer than I thought it would for that smaller, broken part of me to cry herself out. It happened, though, and I was eventually exhausted enough to sleep. While I slept, I felt warm, protected, comforted. I didn’t feel alone.
In the morning, I saw the reason why. It was one of the reasons that had me terrified in the beginning of this entire case:
There was only one bed.
And I wasn’t alone.
Epilogue:
“I did apologize right?” I asked again sheepishly.
“And I told you, you have nothing to apologize for,” Draco smiled. “It’s what friends are for Y/n,”
I smiled at the word. Friends. It was the solution to my dilemma. The part of myself that craved a companion but satisfied the girl with dreams and freedom. It was in front of me the entire time. I wished I had realized sooner, and maybe this weekend would have been different, but friends... more than friends, whatever we were or weren’t, Draco had decided to stand by me regardless, and I was grateful.
“Y/l/n, Malfoy, how was Paris?” Harry asked offhandedly as we reported to him Monday morning.
What I wasn’t expecting however, was Draco grabbing Harry’s collar and decking him.
I covered my mouth, trying to conceal a laugh but failed miserably.
“What the hell Malfoy?” Harry sputtered, holding his bleeding nose.
“You wanna know who was dealing those illegal potions?” Malfoy snarled. “Her ex. And you sent her into this weekend blind,”
Harry’s eyes widened in shock as he stammered out apologies.
I rolled my eyes and left the office, a warm smile on my face. Draco walked beside me.
“You didn’t have to do that you know,” I muttered. “Is your hand alright?”
“I know how to throw a punch and not injure myself,” Draco rolled his eyes at me. “And I’ll take any chance I can get to punch Potter in the face,”
requested by anon “One where your (girl) a famous Auror in the Order and the Golden Trio being awestruck by meeting you? Thankss! 💕”
a/n cute request!! keep em coming
imagine the golden trio fangirling over you
“no bloody way,” ron breathed as the front door opened. and in came you. harry and hermione’s jaws dropped. so did the twins, but for different reasons altogether.
“hello,” you greeted to the staring room as sirius simply smiled and helped you remove your jacket. you nodded at him politely.
“you’re y/n l/n,” harry said incredulously.
you nodded again. “and you’re the boy who lived.”
“you’re the youngest auror in history,” hermione continued in her shock.
you gave her a quick smile. “i suppose i am. sirius, shall we?”
“we’ll have time for introductions later,” sirius nodded to them. “we have some business to attend to.”
they watched as they trotted down the hall and out of sight, the trio still gaping.
“how the hell does sirius know her?” ron questioned.
“You said it yourself that you can crack the code, but the static you hear automatically keeps you exposed on your own.”
Ryan was a Slytherin before the hat could even say it’s words. Just like the Malfoys, his family had been directly involved in the first wizarding war, alongside Voldemort. His parents also wore the green and silver colors in Hogwarts, becoming praised in the wizarding world. For that reason, the couple’s choices regarding their allegiance to the dark lord didn’t face eventual punishment, despite the magic community’s awareness of their feats. Ryan’s childhood was filled with etiquette classes and great encounters with other pureblood families; the boy only denied one bit of the whole formality he was surrounded by, the one that he has to be arranged to another pureblood family girl. Ryan liked Daphne, his sister, Astoria, or even Pansy, but he would passionately deny having any romantic relationship with anyone.
The brown haired boy completely despised any class that took place outside the castle territory; flying lessons never interested him, knowing since he was a child that he could Apparate, as his parents used to do to go to the ministry. The thought of taking herbology classes would also make Ryan flinch, putting his hands on soil, and knowing what would each magic plant do didn’t attract his attention at all, nor was a pleasant idea for him, almost the same was said about the care of magical creatures. The boy’s favorite subject was, ironically, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Terrel made his choice for a favorite teacher since he set a foot at Hogwarts, being the one, Severus Snape.
Ryan was elegant and petty, and always sought the glory he had been taught to adore, he had great vision for the future, so he seemed extremely calculating - even if he wasn’t. - His dream was to work in the ministry and be recognized by the entire wizarding community as a brilliant wizard. (Something that obviously ended any possibility of a healthy interaction with the Weasley family, after Terrel discovered that, coming from the “dirty” family, Percy would be rising quickly, aiming for the same.)
So I’m currently working on three separate projects, getting back into the flow of regular writing after a bit of a block and here’s what I have planned to get out so far:
1) the bonus chapter for opinions everyone has been waiting for! Which now is actually looking like 2 bonus chapters so I hope you’re excited about that. If you haven’t read opinions and want to - or you want to refresh your memory on what happened, you can find there links to all three parts here
2) a Ginny Weasley x foreign fem reader where they play on the same quidditch team and get to know each other through that (don’t want to spoil it too much)
3) lastly another Draco Malfoy x Weasley reader (fem) where she is a triplet with Fred and George. This is a post war relationship with a lot of influence from my love of coffee shops and coffee culture. Should be funny and light and hopefully you all enjoy it as much as the opinions series
I don’t really do requests but feel free to still leave them in my ask box (here or on the @hufflefluff-writer blog) and if I ever feel the inspiration to go with it I will 💕
A/N: first of all, i'm sorry for my english. It's not perfect. But i did my best. Second, sorry posting this so late. I forgot about it, (i'm the worst), and third, shall this have a continuation? Should I stop? Yeah, thats all.
Words:1860 (-ish)
Pairing: Percival Graves x Reader
Warning: a little angst, mention of mind control (aka. Imperius curse), dueling and hurted people. (?)
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The spells keep going and coming in the room, red, blue and white spells going to right and left, attacking and defending the students who were supposed to be giving the best of them, that's what you have asked for a moment ago, but there was something off. They were moving? Yes, their feet at least, they where quick, but to your eyes there wasn't enough. The have to be faster, they have to move more, everything looked like a choreography, they're movements have a rhythm, they were leaving their "enemy" to have time to defend and attack.
Out there, they were not going to last, dark wizards where not that kind, they point their wands to kill or worst, to torture.
- Ok, that's enough - you say using a spell to magnified your voice so you catch their attention, once you have you turn in off the spell - I told you that you have to fight the best you could, I also told you I'm not a "soft" teacher, I thought you get it - you sigh and take a steph forward - I'm gonna be rude, and won't apologize for it, because I'm training you to not die - you claim, instantly your wand slips under your sleeve to your hand.
- Olive and Patrick, to the front of the class - you order and both of them obey a bit shy - Patrick, who is she? - Patrick doubt and look at Olive a bit confussed.
- Olive T... -
- No - you don't let him finish his sentence - she is a Dark witch, Odelia Preyston, one of the most wanted witches, she have kill 3 Aurors and 14 no-mag - you walk around him like a depredator - she is not Olive, she is your enemy, you don't give her time to defend, you attack, and attack till you can knock her out so you catch her - you turn to the girl with a bit scared expresion - Olive, who is this? - the room get silenced, you look only at Olive, the students and you wait for her answer.
- Roderick Talmson, dark wizard, 5 aurors and 3 civils have die by his wand - she answer and you smile.
- you have to...?- you ask
- attack till I can catch him - she answer gulping, you step out of their way.
- class, observe - you order and reunite with them on the back of the room.
Again you observe giving all your attention, they both cast attacking spells at the same time and both try to avoid the other spell, Olive throws her self to the side, patrick gets to cast a protego but the shield don't let him see how Olive gets up and cast a second spell, that he avoid by getting on his knees quickly.
- Come on guys, let's move that feet, your oponent won't stand in the same place, they will run!! - you warn them before making the floor start to move like treadmills bands except by the part where you and the others students are standing. - observe, where are the flaws? What mistakes are they making? But don't tell me...- you add. A smile is formed in your lips as you see Olive miss her wand - Roger, you are team Olive - you tell and he jumps to the battle field. Your eyes follow him and frown when you see he doesn't help Olive to get her wand. You are about to say something when you see Percival by the door, his piercing eyes look directly at you, but he doesn't smile, he look angry, discusted. As if you have done something wrong, you want to ask him what is he thinking about, but instead you call other student to help Patrick.
You call one by one to Olive and Patrick team, you see them fight and you can't stop your desire to participate, this is just as you remembered the exercises as a Newbie Auror, you smile as you remember how you and Percival used to fight for hours, till one of you get too tired to move. And you step in the battle field, wand in hand attacking to both teams, students vs Teacher. And you do what they don't, you use the enviroment, you spell a bombarda, a mist spell to cover the whole room and disguise yourself while you attack one by one. Some of them uncast the mist and they cast all the spells they know against you.
Suddenly your vision gets blurred, a cold and horrible sensation runs throught your body and you start to feel like your body is not yours, you hands moves in a way you don't use to, the spells get fast in your mouth and surprisingly you don't need to talk to cast some of them, you move quickly, and your spells, their get strong, your heart pounds in your chest but is not the adrenaline, it's something more. It's rage, you feel like you want to hurt them, you want them dead, you want them to stop existing, they're the worst in the world. They are the reason why everything it's so bad.
"They are aurors, they are my students... they are not that!!" You scream inside your head but nothing comes from your mouth "stop, stop!!" But your body doesn't obey you. When your mouth finally open, two words escape from you. Avada Kedavra. The green curse jump from your wand like a thunder.
You are sure someone has been hit, other curse slips from your lips but before it's being formed your wand escapes from your hand, you jump and start a race to get it from the one who has stole your precious wand but get stopped by a restraining spell.
- give it to me!! - you scream even if is not that what you want - I have to do it! I have to...! - you are histeric, you sound crazy a last ray of blue hit you and you fall in to the dark hole, the sweet calmness of the unconsciousness.
In the perpetual darkness you hear a voice that sounds familiar, a man's voice.it's hoarsely, but sound sweet, sound like love promises murmured at your ear, you can't get exactly what is saying but you know you trust in that person, you trust in the man's voice, you believe everything he says.
- do you believe me? - he asks and you recognize the voice.
- of course I do, Percy - you said and for a moment you see a dungeon, Percival inside the cage looks at you horrified, by your side, you see another Percival. But you know is not him, he smells diferent, he talks weird. It's Grindelwald.
You wake up startled, and the first thing you see is Percy, his eyes see through you, guessing your intentions, trying to figure it out if you aren actually you, his wand stops pointing at you and he put it in his pocket, right beside your own wand, he notice your eyes following his hand and step a side of the couch where you laid, the soft and confortable couch and the smell of cologne and wood make you know you are in Percival's office.
- you are not giving class again - he decides getting you to focus in him, your mouth opens to said something but you don't know what to say "sorry for cast a unforgivable curse" - you are suspended - he cut your train of thoughts.
- sounds fair - you respond and your throad burn a bit with every word making you cof, Percy sit downs by your feet and handle you a glass of water that you take while you sit giving him a bit more space, you take a sip and groan by the burning sensation. - how long? -
- untill I say so - he answer avoiding your gaze - you have made such a mess... - you look at him wanting to ask if is someone dead and he finally look at you -there are three injured - he answer to your untold question. - and you destroyed the whole room - he sighs but he doesn't sound angry o frustrated, just bothered.
- I don't know what happened... it was like I wasn't myself! It was as if i where a puppet and someone where pulling my strings... I... I - your voice tremble, you fight the tears, the frustration and fear in a watery form. Percival sighs and look at you trying to found something to say, but he got nothing so he stays silent. - I don't understand...- his hand careses your cheek cleaning the tears.
His warm and secure hands took you and make you lean over him, his arms hold you against him and you feel suddenly safe,you hide your face in his chest, his hand drawing patterns on your back comforting you.
- I promise everything will be fine - he murmurs after kissing your hair softly - you are gonna get over this, get over the curse- you sigh in relief - y/n you are stronger than you think...- his words make you remember Grindelwald, his eagerness for you to become better, stronger... you felt trapped so you snap rejecting the contact, jumping off him.
- you won't control me again! I won't let you!- you yell at Percival, feeling like he is not really himself. Maybe it's just Grindelwald playing with your head.
- shhhh, shhh y/n - he rise his hand show them to you to tell you he means no harm- It's me, Percy, remember... - he says but you can't stop thinking that's exactly what Grindelwald will say. - we when together to Ilvermorny... we where captured by Grindelwald, he used the Imperius Curse over you -he stands up and walk to you, but you back up confussed by everything. - you still have remnants of the curse, y/n -
- how... How do I know it's really you? - your voice is soft and sound scared. -
- you don't - his voice is harsh.- you have to trust me - he extend his hand to you, you watch his fingers unsure.
- no...if you are Percy, do something he would never do - you clench your jaw as he lower his hand, he sigh and walk towards you, you step back each of this steps till you get trapped against the wall, his hands take roughtly yours catching you. -Percy...- you tremble like a leaf. You feel the panic through your body, you try to fight but he lean over you. His rhythmic breath hit your mouth, his lips get closer to yours. You stop trembling, stop fighting. You expect the kiss but it never get to touch you with his lips.
- I'm sorry. I can't... - he growls at you through gritted teeth, before he can't say anything else you kiss him. And you are sure this is the real Percival Graves.
