#faespeak

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Faespeak -- Numbers

0 — Hohj

“nothing / void” -- Perfect as zero.

1 — Seul

2 — Dael

3 — Thyr

4 — Vorn

5 — Kelai

6 — Syran

7 — Mharil

8 — Othéa

9 — Nyruun

10 — Seul’Hohj

(one-zero = a complete pair -- 10)

11 — Seul’Seul

(one-one)

12 — Seul’Dael

(one-two)

13 — Seul’Thyr

(one-three)

…and so on.

20 — Dael’Hohj

(two-zero)

21 — Dael’Seul

30 — Thyr’Hohj

100 — Seul’Hohj’Hohj

(one-zero-zero)

and so on...

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Faespeak

CHAPTER FOUR

Author's Note: The long-awaited Chapter four is here!! I highly suggest rereading the first three chapters before moving on, which you can find below!

[CHAPTER ONE] [CHAPTER TWO] [CHAPTER THREE]

Harry was still reeling from Hermione- his Hermione, who had punched Draco Malfoy in school- now actually speaking to him and calling him by his first name. And Draco had allowed it? He was really only half paying attention to their banter back and forth- and really, Harry should know better by now, he should be paying attention- but being poked and prodded and dragged around while Draco Malfoy was here, avoiding his eyes and crossing the entire room to get away from him- it all just felt like too much.

“Now, tell me how you feel.” It took another moment for Harry to realize Hermione was now facing him and asking him this question. When had her focus shifted? Had she caught him hungrily eyeing up Draco like this might be the last time he sees him?

“How I feel,” Harry repeats, confused as to why she was asking. “I feel normal?” When Hermione’s reply was an angry huff and crossing her arms, he had to restrain himself from taking a few steps back.

“I can never get anything out of the two of you!” Hermione fumed, waving her wand in an arc and raising a glare to him. “Look, I’m not asking as a friend right now. I’m asking as an Unspeakable. How do you feel?”

“Why are you asking how I’m feeling? I feel completely normal.” Harry threw his arms out to the side, shrugging at her. She sighed, lifting her notebook and peering at her notes. He turned his attention instead to Draco, studying his rigid posture through the shimmering globe that surrounded Hermione and him.

“Let me be more specific. Do you feel any different when you’re around Draco? Did you feel any different in the elevator earlier? Even subtle changes, Harry. Tell me everything.”

Harry huffed, crossing his arms and glancing away, wracking his brain for what she might be asking. “I don’t know what you want me to say, Hermione. I mean, I feel like I always have around him.”

“And how is that?”

“Wha-,” Harry huffs, looking up to stare at Draco speaking with the fae, wishing he could hear what was being said. “I don’t know, like everyone else?” As if he could feel Harry’s eyes, Draco turned and raised a hand toward him. They locked eyes for a moment, both quickly averting their gaze.

“I need you to actually tell me.” At Hermione’s obvious displeasure, Harry squirmed where he stood, shrugging. The sight of Hermione withdrawing her wand from her sleeve had his raising his hands in defense.

“Okay! I- I guess,” He stalled for a moment, trying to find the right word to use, before settling on, “Aroused?” Harry could feel a blush forming, but at Hermione’s curt nod, he relaxed slightly, watching her write a few things in her notebook.

“Do you always feel aroused around him? At what level would you rate your arousal?”

“Geez, Hermione. I mean, I’m sure everyone does, right? The git is hot,” Harry mumbled, but continued when Hermione raised her eyebrows toward him, “Yeah, okay. I get slightly- uh, yeah, whenever I see him. I don’t see him very often anyway, I think I just get surprised. I forget how bloody attractive he is. And- I don’t know, a three? I don’t pop a huge boner or anything.”

“Do you feel any other way? Lightheaded? Clumsy?” She raised her eyes to meet his, continuing, “Obsessive?” Harry scoffed, crossing his arms.

“Did Ron talk to you?”

“Not yet,” Hermione mumbled, waving a hand and lowering the silencing barrier just in time to hear what sounded like a thunderstorm in the room. Both heads turned quickly toward the fae, their expression blank but vaguely threatening, and Draco, who seemed completely shocked, his expression vulnerable. Harry hadn’t seen his face like that since the trials, and he felt a churning in his stomach at the visual.

“Draco?” Hermione asked delicately, and they both watched as Draco did what all Malfoy’s do best- shuttered his emotions behind a thick wall and cleared his expression to reveal nothing. Harry hated that even more.

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The three of them stood now at Harry's cluttered desk, in the office he shared with his partner, the two others watching as Harry opened three different drawers before finally finding and pulling out a small black notepad. He pulled a pen from a cup on the far side of this desk, flipping open to a new page to jot some notes of what he remembered. The tinkling sound is almost constant now, and Harry wondered to himself whether Eden was actually talking constantly, non-stop, and what they were even saying if they were. Draco wasn't exactly taking his translator job completely seriously.

"So," Harry began, ignoring the faespeak that Draco felt no need to translate, "Their home is under attack, they've received death threats, and their home is located somewhere near Hogsmeade?" Harry rattled off the facts he knew so far while pacing the room, glancing to Draco to confirm. The other man nods slowly, sighing and leaning against Harry's desk now that he stepped away from it.

"Yes, and Eden- please. None of that is important right now. We're here to help you now. Any more information you can provide will help." Draco spoke directly to Eden, as if his first answer was in response to their own question and not Harry's. The tinkling, wind-chime sound had stopped, though, and with a glance at them Harry could tell they were worried. It was almost too quiet before Eden finally began to move, reaching a hand into their back pocket to pull out multiple crumpled parchments, dropping them onto the mess that is Harry's desk.

The tinkling began again as Harry approached, reaching for one of the crumpled notes and beginning to smooth it out. Harry began to wonder as he did, whether the sweet smell he just wandered into was attached to the paper, or perhaps lingering from the fae who dropped it off, before Draco pushed away from his desk and walked across the room from him. Of course Draco wouldn't willingly be near Harry, because that would only be helpful, wouldn't it?

"They began receiving death threats about six months ago, though they don't know what the cause of it had been," Draco finally translated, returning back to quiet as the wind-chimes began singing louder, harsher, and Harry knew that meant they were becoming angry. Harry finished smoothing one of the papers, noticing a sloppy handwriting and no significant names or places listed that could help.

"At first they ignored the note, thinking nothing of them." Harry twisted his wrist and caught his wand dropping from the holster in his hand, waving it over the parchment in hope to trace some kind of magical signature. "After one month, their plants began to die surrounding their burrow. Eden couldn't figure out why until they received the second note. Something about, 'move or more things will die,' which is when they realized their home was being sabotaged."

Finding no significant trace, or enough of it to track, Harry moved to begin smoothing out the rest of the papers, lining them up. They were all written in English, and with what limited information he could gather from his detection spell, written by a wix. As he quickly scanned all six pages, they had a glaringly obvious theme. 'Leave, or else.'

"The destruction of their property only got worse from there," And at this Harry lifted his notebook again, jotting down the first event before nodding at Draco to continue, "Their food began spoiling quickly, and after investigating they could-" Draco hesitated, tilting his head at the fae, "They could taste the residual magic in the air from a wix covering their home. That was the third month. Fourth, it was a shimmering night-aura that was placed over their home for two whole weeks before they had convinced a centaur to come and remove it." Harry nodded, remembered whenever he entered those globes and felt off-kilter. They were usually placed upon the homes of vampires to block out the sun, he couldn't imagine living in one for two whole weeks.

"The fifth month, and subsequent letter," Draco continued, Harry looking at his notepad while he continued to write notes, "A flaming bottle was lobbed at their house. It caught the dry and dead brush outside and spread to their western room, a covered and enclosed patio. It was one they apparently frequented, loving the natural light that flooded the room. Which was why Eden and two of their roommates were currently sitting in the room as the flames began engulfing one of the walls."

The wind-chimes had long since been turned to thunderstorms, crackling and pulsing with each word, and Harry waited patiently for what he assumed was the rest of the story. He finally glanced upward to Draco when the man spoke in a soft voice, almost like a whisper, "It sounds like the wix was just outside the property, using spells to make the fire bigger and stronger, spread quicker. Eden and their roommates were quick to fight the flames, but it had been too difficult and they lost the patio room before they finally quenched them."

Harry huffed, frustrated, shaking his head. "And why didn't they just come to us after the initial attacks? I get why they wouldn't with the first note, not everyone believes in death threats without action, but after their garden died? Or any other event-" Harry hesitated, running a frustrated hand through his hair before the thunderstorms rolled again, and he looked to Eden to see them glaringly directly at Harry during their tirade. Harry decidedly did not look away, almost afraid of what would happen while the fae seemed this upset.

"They have a point, Potter," Draco mumbled, and Harry finally broke eye contact with Eden once they've quieted down, looking to Draco's side profile, the man still refusing to look at him. "The Fae have never had good relations with the Wix. Eden, nor any of their friends, fully believed that we would help them. Not when the one that's attacking their home is a wix themself."

"So why come forward now?" Harry directed this question to Eden, who just crossed their arms and continued their glare at Harry, mumbled a short reply.

"Because of what happened this month." Draco waved a hand toward Eden to continue, their voice now quieted down to what almost sounded like whispers of rain. Harry turned toward the threats again, rearranging them in order from the sequence of events, his eyes finally catching on what could only be the most recent threat.

"Their roommate had been attacked in their front yard on the way home from work." Draco's voice sounded grave, and matched what Harry felt as he read the last note.

It won't be a simple graze on the leg next time…

"Their roommate, named Bran, was the recipient of what sounds like a rather harsh hex, leaving a gaping wound on his thigh that they only just managed to stabilize before apparating to St Mungo's, figuring a wizard doctor may know how to heal a wizard hex more efficiently."

Harry nodded, agreeing, before looking up and locking eyes with Eden. "I don't know who did this, or why, but I can assure you, Eden, that we will get to the bottom of this. And the wix or wixen that decided that this was appropriate behaviour, regardless of race, will be taken in, punished, and made sure that they could never do something so foul again."

Eden was finally quiet, opening their mouth briefly as if to speak, though with no sound coming out. They eventually closed their mouth again, crossing their arms as if to hug themself, and Harry watched tears begin to fill their eyes.

"Look, I-" Harry hesitated, huffing a strained sigh and running his hand through his hair once more, "I understand the reluctance to trust the aurors. Wix and Fae don't have the best relationship, as you've pointed out. And honestly, I'm sure there are plenty of aurors here who could benefit from taking an empathy class or two," Harry finally straightened himself, meeting Eden's gaze with his own earnest one, "But you are a person, Eden. And no one deserves to be treated like this."

Eden has no response once again, aside from lifting one hand to cover their mouth. They stood in the center of the room for what felt like a full minute before finally willing their legs, moving to a far corner away from the two wizards. Harry figured they needed to compose themself once again, and let them be. Instead, he leans against his own desk, looking directly at- and watching- Draco. The man is fidgeting, which causes a head tilt from Harry. Usually he seems so composed, but to fidget now? Was he worried for Eden?

A loud bark of laughter startled the three occupants, all glancing to notice the man now standing in the doorway to their office. Of course it's Ronald Weasley, his partner who he shared this office with. He was glancing between Harry and Draco as if seeing something everyone else missed, before shaking his head and approaching Harry.

"Of course, what did I tell you?"

"Look, it isn't my fault-" Harry began, straightening and throwing a worried glance to Draco before glaring back to Ron. "Just drop it okay, Hermione-"

"Yeah, I know it all. Hermione told me everything right after questioning me for thirty minutes about what we spoke of down in the cafeteria." Harry felt his face heat up, narrowing his eyes slightly at Ron in warning. The man only laughed again in response, crossing his arms. "It's funny. How everything is happening exactly as I said."

"Not- not exactly how you said…" Harry mumbled, turning to face the evidence on his desk, while holding the black notepad out to Ron. "We have a case."

"So I've heard."

"I'm sorry, is there something you're not telling me?" Harry jumped slightly at Draco's voice, turning around and finally- finally!- meeting his eyes. Harry had to swallow, tamp down the sudden feelings forcing their way into his chest, to be able to answer.

"What do you mean?"

"Why would Hermione have to question him? What did you speak of down in the cafeteria?"

"Official auror business, Malfoy," Ron replied quickly, and must more easily than Harry could've, earning him a grateful glance. "Nothing you need to worry about."

"I am officially assigned to this case, I have a right to know all details-"

"What we're speaking about isn't related to this case," Ron replied harshly, finally turning and shooting a glare at Draco. Wind chimes suddenly fluttered once again as Eden approached Draco, standing to his side with their arms crossed. This seemed to catch Ron off guard, which caused a small smirk to cross Draco's face.

"Eden expresses a displeasure with the way you are speaking to me, Weasley."

"Well Eden will have to get used to it, I ain't changing my vernacular just because another person is present. You're still you, Malfoy."

"Ron," Harry warned, glaring once again at his friend, though for another reason. Ron turned and met his gaze, a solid rock of determination against his own steel gaze.

"I don't care how long it's been, I still don't like him if he's gonna act like a pretentious prat." Ron fought, crossing his arms. Harry narrowed his eyes further.

"You did start it," Harry spat out, which caused Ron to heave a large sigh. The man finally dropped it, turning his back toward Draco and raising the notepad to catch up on the case. Harry threw a now apologetic look toward Draco, who seemed equal parts confused and curious.

"Alright, my initial inclination here would be to visit Bran in the hospital, get some info from him," Harry began, turning to look at Eden as he spoke. Eden began a reply, and after they finished Draco finally answered.

"That will be acceptable, so long as Bran is awake. They had just dropped him off before making their way here. Their roommate, Yasha, should be with Bran in the hospital. She would be able to tell us if he's allowed visitors yet."

"Sounds good. If we can't question him just yet, then we can head straight to your house. I need to see the location, and then we can begin investigating Hogsmeade." Harry glances toward Ron, who nods subtly. They both could probably guess already why this was happening to them. With the recent movements and laws to have other magical beings retain human rights, there has been a lot of backlash from purists. It was most likely that some pureblood wix didn't approve of a magical being living so close to a wizarding community. 

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They all sat in a St Mungo's waiting room, Ron holding a cup of the worst coffee and steadily sipping it. Eden and Yasha were speaking in the corner, a chorus of wind chimes, with various pitches, playing as if it's a windy day in the countryside. Draco sat across the room, opposite of Harry, staring down at his hands and making no move to converse with either group. Harry only realized he was staring at him when Ron nudged his arm, causing him to jump.

"You know this is gonna be a quick case, right?" Ron spoke with an undercurrent of suggestiveness, motioning toward Draco with his eyes. "You won't have too much time-"

"Yeah, Ron, I get it," Harry replied quickly and quietly, lowering his gaze to the floor before, once again, raising his eyes toward Draco. He sat there another minute before he heard Ron scoff next to him and a hand on his back push him. He luckily caught his footing before he made a fool of himself, spinning around to send a glare at Ron before approaching Draco slowly. He didn't raise his head, or otherwise acknowledge Harry, so he sat in the chair beside the blond man.

"So," Harry began, huffing a laugh and running his hand through his hair. Draco remained staring at his hands in his lap, so Harry continued, "What have you been up to after eighth year?"

This seemed to startle Draco, causing the man to turn and meet his eyes. "After eighth year?"

"Yeah, that's the last time I really spoke with you. I mean, I know we see each other sometimes in the atrium or elevators but-" Harry hesitated, unable to look away from Draco's grey eyes. They were beautiful, and seemed almost like they were glowing slightly, their colours waving and swirling. "I mean- Uh-" Harry blinks a few times, trying to get his words straight before continuing, "I liked speaking to you in school. We never really got a chance after."

Draco watched him, seemingly processing his words before continuing. "I went to a muggle college." Harry couldn't help his half smile, or the slight tilt to his head. This was interesting… "My major had been in muggle psychology, but I minored in muggle history. I felt they were the best ways to understand them. It was weird- realizing they're just people. Just like us." Harry let out a shaky breath, not realizing just how close he was leaning toward Draco. The blond's own voice was lowering slightly, in pitch and volume, and they both only seemed to notice each other.

That was, until Ron shook Harry's shoulder, causing the man to quickly jump back and look up to his friend, then to the doctor who was now in the room. "Healer says that Bran can receive visitors now. We have some questioning to do." Harry just nods in response, standing and smoothing his robes as an excuse to take a deep breath and compose himself.

They realized quickly that Eden and Yasha had already left the room, hurrying to catch up. Entering the room, the three fae turn to look at the wix, Bran looking less-than-enthused. His voice was deeper than the other two's as he spoke, sounding almost like drums, but as Draco quickly pushed into the room, he translated what he could hear.

"Bran doesn't want to speak with us." The three fae seem to talk all at the same time, Ron and Harry glancing at each other wearily. "Eden and their friend are trying to convince him," Draco whispered, trying not to catch their attention as the fae argued. Harry turned and met Draco's eyes, wondering why they weren't shining as much as they had been just moments ago before what sounded like thunder cracked throughout the room. All three pairs of eyes focus on the fae, Eden with their arms crossed and a hard expression on their face.

"Bran is ready to talk."

"I bet he is," Ron mumbled, withdrawing his own notepad and taking the lead. "Did you see the being that attacked you?" Drum sounds followed, Draco stepping next to Ron and translating afterward.

"You mean the wix?"

"Do you have reason to believe it was a wix?"

"The-" Draco hesitated, clearing his throat before continuing, "The hex that hurt him was cast by a wix. He is certain, as is the doctor if you ask them." Harry had to hold back a laugh, completely sure that Draco was cleaning up the language a bit.

"Alright- but that doesn't answer my question. Did you see the wix that cast the hex?" It was quiet after this, Harry watching a series of emotions playing across Bran's face before he finally sighed, speaking again.

"No, he nor any of their roommates managed to get a look at who had been threatening and attacking them." Ron nodded, jotting a few notes down. 

The questioning continued, Harry beginning a small pace around the room, studying the flowers in vases, lack of cards, and curtains drawn completely away from the window to allow in as much sunshine as possible. He studied the two unhurt fae out of the corner of his eye, noting the deep concern radiating from Yasha, and the bitter resentment from Eden.

"Alright, well that's all the questions I have then," Ron finishes, flipping his notebook closed. "Next stop is your home. We'll take a look around there first, and continue our investigation after. Eden, if you could show us?" Eden nodded, taking a step forward. Yasha sat in a chair by Bran, content to wait here with him.

The walk was quiet, as Harry, Ron, and Draco followed Eden to the outside of the hospital, in the approved disapparating area. Eden held their hands out, Draco grabbing one and Ron taking the other. Harry took one hand from each, and felt a pull tug just under his belly button. 

There was spinning, and falling, and a jolt before they landed in what looked like the dead yard of an abandoned building. Not a mansion by any means, but large enough to house a large family. One side of the building was charred black, scars of flames that once licked up the side of the building present and overbearing, clouding the light grey and yellow theme of the panels. Ron takes his hands back and nods, withdrawing his notebook.

"Alright, now we search."

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FAESPEAK GRAMMAR

Faespeak is fluid, lyrical, and evocative. Its grammar is relatively simple and flexible, though there are still rules. These rules can be broken if it improves the rhythm or intent—faes are whimsical, after all—but only faes can get away with that.

Sentence Structure

Basic Structure: [Pronoun Prefix] + [Verb Root] + [Modifier/Intensifier] (optional) + [Object/Subject] + [Adjective]

Example: sy’aeltheren shilthys — “I offer myself in deepest beauty” → sy- (I), aeltheren (offer self), shilthys (deep beauty)

Pronouns and Prefixes

Pronouns are expressed through prefixes attached to verbs and nouns. They are rich with tone and reverence, with several layers depending on emotion, rank, or respect.

Core Personal Prefixes

Person Prefix Tone Example I (neutral) ae- Neutral/formal aeva(my name) I (personal) sy- Intimate/personal syael(my soul) I (formal) tye- Sacred, royal tone tyeva(my name) I (beloved) zya- Devoted/loving zy’ael(my soul) I (communal (we) tye- Collective t́yeme’a(our light) I (magic-bound) vo- Faeric unity/ritual voithren(our dream)

| You (neutral) | sya- | Casual/respectful | sy’ael (your soul) | | You (formal) | mi-| High respect/formality | miael (your soul) | | You (beloved) | lye- | Intimate/loving | lyeael (your soul) |

| They/Them (neutral - plural) | ka- | General third person | kame’a (their light) | | They (disdain) | vi- | Dismissive/lesser | vime’a (their dim light) |

While Faespeak typically uses gender-neutral terms, specific forms do exist for poetic, intimate, or emphatic purposes. These are still used as prefixes but imply more than just gender—they carry fae-perceived essences.

When two following prefix/words end/start with the same letter, an apostrof is added between, keeping the letter of the word rather the prefix. Sya- ael = Sy’ael and not Syaael Essence Prefix Example Meaning He (masculine) ra- rame’a his light She (feminine) le- leme’a her light They (genderless) tya- tyame’a their light It (object) ni- niva its name

Note: These are used for literary, dramatic, or reverent expression. Everyday speech favors gender-neutral forms like tya-.

Pluralization

Plurality in Faespeak is indicated by a soft-sounding suffix, depending on the word type.

1. Plural Suffix -elai (general plural, especially poetic)

kaen (their light) → kame’aelai(their lights)

ael (soul) → aelelai (souls)

2. Plural Pronouns Already Include Plural Meaning

Prefixes like ka- (they) or tye- (we) imply plurality inherently, so pluralizing the object is optional depending on emphasis.

Negation

Negation in Faespeak is usually soft and elegant, avoiding harsh sounds.

Negation Particle: nei- It is placed before the verb root, following the pronoun prefix.

aeaeltheren (I offer myself) → aenei’aeltheren (I do not offer myself)

kaelyssar (they love) → kanei’lyssar(they do not love)

Alternative poetic negations:

veil- (impossibility, sacred no) — used in oaths or curses:

tyeveil’thelan (I shall never return)

noa- (gentle denial, refusal of feeling)

zyanoa’lyssar (I cannot love you)

Questions

1. Question Particle -aei? Placed at the end of the sentence.

syaeltheren shilthysaei? — "Do I offer myself in beauty?"

2. Interrogative Words: Faespeak English shael what thelai who naerys where eivaan why vaela when shaera how

Examples:

mi’shael aeltheren? — “What do you offer?”

lye’naerys, kleteia ? — “Where are you, beloved?”

tye’vaela norin velme’a? — “When shall we rise in light?”

Attachment Words in Faespeak  Meaning Faespeak (casual) Faespeak (poetic/formal) of –el –ael with sir sira by ver vera from thal thala for lai laith to en Ena

Meaning Faespeak Poetic Flavor / Usage in vel “within,” with connotation of depth, emotion, or containment on sya “upon,” used poetically like “on the wind” or “on the path” under noul “beneath,” with undertones of secrecy, reverence, or burden above lira “above,” often used metaphorically (e.g., status, sky) into valen “into” as in moving toward, often goal- or emotion-oriented

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Don't hesitate to propose me words that don't exist here so I can fill my dictionnary. You can also propose your own word, have fun, I mostly tap one first letter, them keyboard slam, and delete some letter, change others and it give a word. I also use name from the fantasynamegenerator)

A

Aaerih — Parent (mother/father) Aaertah— Adoptive parents Aeltheren – To offer oneself Aestrel – Star Adgolor — Music Adonai - Supremacy Aeurial — Dawnlight Aien — Writer Ailmon — To purr Aldori — Monster Alosrin— Jewel Avareth – Wine Anhaern— Anger Annyl — Sexual relationship Aop— Snake Aphrosyne - Passion / Passionate Areb — To draw / To paint Arebiarys– drawing / painting (objects) Asili - Nature Aura – Celest / sky Aurelifay – Celestial fae Avarin – Bird Aya'lu - Light of my life (name) Az’ig — Wing

B

Baeig — Tooth Begizh— Human Bhî’zei— Story Bhraff— Amnesia Blawel— Buttock Blum– Flower Blumifay– Floral Fae Bozn— Lust / sex / sexuality Brelith– Honeycake Brézarh— Curse Bryjorh— Mosaic Bwye — Skin

C

Calen — Green Calo— Sun Carwenys — Principle Caryave— Apple Cernin– deer Chei’goch— Goodbye Chiftik— Insult (“jerk” or worse) Chîwen— Mirror image; reflection of the soul Chor— Black Ciradyl— Mouth Cithrel— Narrow Conall— Head Corleo — Cruel Corlain – To weave / To sew Crenai – To cry Crimsael – Stew Crystael - Ice

D

Dar – A Dance Dareth – To Dance Darnakyn –Taurs Daurien — Path Delven– To search / To explore Diket —Mage / Sorcerer Dî’thamg — Slave Dloj — Past Dmoieh— In front of Dor — Tall / Big Dor’Ypoj— High Priest/Priestess Draulin – Mushroom Dravel– Earth / Soil Drayth – To fall D’rea – Memory Dro— On / above Drovane – Thunder Drue— Foot Durafay – Rock fae Duravelle - Rock / Stone

E

Ebaze — Arrow Ehg — Eye(s) Eilrie — Baby Elaith— Forgiveness (earned after wrongdoing) Elatris— Pervert Eldrin— Attractive / sexy Elqen— Boob (vulgar) Ensys— Eye Ensysor— Eyes Equestrel– Horse Erika— Secret Erro– To be Eryndel— Snowflake Esgo Htreal — Die! (curse) Es’Grungvo — Go away! Esther— Cute / adorable

F

Fay - Fae Faylen –Fairy fae Fayrienne – Fire fae Fe — If Fea— Spirit Féàràno — Child Felorin– Cat Feluren – Sugar / Sugary / sweet Fenhia— Universe Feriah – War Ferethiar – A fight / battle Fereth – To fight Fih— Also Fireph — Alone / loneliness Folyir— Whisper / To whisper Fuog — Happy Fzaof— Toy

G

Galan — Peace Gah’rrvaus -​ Honor​​​Garnelai – Bread Geag’egz — Makeup Geagf — Box / container Gharthûn — Blood; sacred essence of life Gin — Sailor Giofayelle – Glass fae Gormak – Bear Got’ — Hello (casual) Gotcheite — Greeting (formal) Grejeon — Romantic relationship Greou — Chance / fate Grunmok– Dwarf Gruskyn – Pig / Boar Guoz— Breath

H

Halueve — Marriage / sacred union Heideen— Freedom / free Heirieth— War Hesvara— Song Hetho— Paper Hohj — Nothing / void Hogue — Adventure Holafiel— Artist Hre’szao — You're welcome Hulee– Gift / treasure Hyrin – To do Hyzag— Donkey

I

Iaerih — Sibling Iezp— Chicken Idall - Knowledge Iliren— Spouse Inaro— Breast (polite) Ineo - Mercy Ir’goet— Warmth / heat Irhîzr— Book Ithren— Dream / to dream Iyren– To sing Izohg — Pride

J

Jagji — Prince / Princess Jandar — Ears Jerief— Sky Jesdi— Duck Jîhf — Closed / locked Jeovis – Tender / sweet

K

Kailu — Nose Kaosi - Chaos Kaug— Here Kelorin — Feather Khënôs – Root / mind Kleteia – Beloved / my love Kraddakch ! — No way! / Absolutely not! Krystal — Crystal Kuom — Extinguished Kveag — Bath Kylin — Suicide Kyo — Shadow Kze— Yes

L

Laevyre — Touch; physical connection Larrel —Hair Leagui— Fish Legiog — Drunk Lhov — Clothing Loa — Pure Loky— Woman / girl Loraven — Feast Lothi— Orange (fruit) Lyssar – To love

M

Malvyfay – Ice fae Marnavay – Lava fae Marg ! — Good! / Excellent! Massyor — House Mî— Small / tiny Miralafay – Fungus fae Miriel – Petal Me’a — Light Melas– To see / To witness / To watch Meren – Water Miasys — Art Mîr – listening Miruun – Fish Mmig — Desire Morpheiros— To sleep Morraun – Jam Mujrr— Many / a lot Myshaal — lover Myrden– To grow (plants) Myrrh — Music

N

Nahlin – Tomorrow Namia — Fruit Narveth – To write Nasîr — Arm Natay - Death Natr — Birth Nary — Above Nelaeryn— Body Nerevae— River Niblin - Gnome Nieven — Temple / sacred place Niova – Neige Norin – To rise / To ascend Nu — Under / beneath Nue’z — Cold / frozen Nungh— How Nylvaen – Milk Nyvra – To cast (a spell ; doing magic)

O

Obuer — Road Oepz — Mirror Olovyre — Acrobat Oltréna— Silence; sacred or profound quiet Omabela— Wild / untamed O’mrys – Deity Ori’jeon— Sculptor Orz’eeag — Orange (color) ‘otchei’ — Hey! / Yo! (rude) Ozrehs — Mercy

P

Pezuo — Mystery Phîtha — Criminal Phîtumal — Crime Pratz— No Putle — Fat / big / large Pyez— Dog

Q

Qchatlho' — Thank you Qerh— Challenge Qiegz — Library Qîerhj— Magic / magical Qimyar — Penis Qithyra— Cheese Qizumin — In-law (parent of spouse) Quethal — Ghost; lingering soul Qu’ug — Rabbit

R

Raelith — Truth Ravasandoral — Harmony (relationship) Riev — Crazy Risar— Liar Rhik — Sugar Roï— Polite Roïzei — Politeness Runari– Goblin Runn’eh – Spare / leftover Ruvyn— Powder Rygna — Star

S

Saetha  — Blade; weapon or sharp edge Sachiel — Wise Saeros — Brave Sapheïros— Eternal Selmin – To hear Selyren – Elf / Elven Seralune – Water fae Serarna— Justice Serivarn – Lamia Shahorn— Foot Shal – To go / to leave / To depart Shil– Beauty Shilthys – Deep Beauty / very great beauty Siam — Power Sigrin— Man / boy Sîkn — Behind Sikarn– Spider Silnael – Fruit Sin— The (singular) Sinaht — Coral Sinao’— This one Sinor — The (plural) Siralei– Yesterday Solkyn – Dragon Solketh – Tart / pie Solvayn – To shine / To glow Shei— You Sylith – Sorrow Syllin – Wind Sylliafay – Wind fae Syvarn – Snake Syvrel – To grow (from child to adult / in size)

T

Tal — Town / village / city Tarven– To eat (human’s « Tavern » is a deformation of it) Telya — Money Te’pih— Open Tezih — Like / as Thalareen– Merfolk Thalun – To swim Tharen – To speak / To declare Thelan – To return / To come back Thelofay – Seasonal fae Tholgrin – Orc Threnkai – Wolf / dog Tivze — Friend Toed— Red Trelvar – Vegetable Tzigh — Horse

U

Uefu — King / Queen Ueguo— Traitor Ueza — Uterus Ugyf— Fire / flame Uiob—Alcohol Uizri— Laziness Ulafial — Leg Umbrifay– Shadow fae Uthoî — Doll

V

Va – Name Vaelorn – Tree Vaeril — Flexible / flexibility Vageiros — Face Vajyre — Adultery Vallamine — School / studies Varkanyr – Protection / armor / shield Varken – To protect/guard Vathyra — Belly Vaydran– Storm fae Velcendrafay – Ashen fae Vellenkai- Candy Velthir – To burn Veniel – To understand Vezif — Genie / djinn Vhratm fer — Shut up Vilkari – Kitsune Virelle– Moon Virelliasy – Moonlight Vlogrit' Korv — Good luck Vulrai – Fox Vynarme— Beautiful

W

Waesro — Hand Wegoriph — Castle / palace Wete — White Wherti ! — Idiot! Widzih — Birth / childbirth Wiizeb — Vampire

X

Xergb — Prayer Xer — To pray Xilxidor — Sympathy Xoz’erj— Gluttony Xyryra— Jerk (insult)

Y

Yeshice — Painter Yesthyra— To fail Yiert — Old Yindove— Religion Yzei — World Ylo— That / this Ysr — Very Yllasalor – Today Yzevc— Pirate

Z

Zeff – metal / acier / metallic Zepharun – Metal fae Zeipsh — Chocolate Zertn— Boat / ship Zîp’re — Waterfall Zirelle– Tea Zizhr — Rage Zoefay – Animal fae Zoevgir – Beastfolk Zyldan — Vagina Zylzorwyn— Alphabet Zyprigh — Imagination

Faes tend to use the same word for multiple animal from the same specie. They will call « cat » any type of feline, either lions, tiger or actual domestic cats. There is some exceptions.

Below are several Faespeak sentences constructed using this vocabulary and grammar rules:

1. sy’aeltheren shilthys

I offer myself in deepest beauty → sy-(I, personal) + aeltheren (offer self) +shilthys (deep beauty)

2. mi’fereth laith sin me’a sira loa (Or « mi’fereth me’a loa »)

You fight for the light with purity → mi-(you, formal) + fereth (to fight) + me’a(light) + loa (pure)

3. tye veil’thelan

I shall never return (sacred vow) → tye-(I, reverent) + veil- (sacred negation) + thelan (to return)

4. zya’lyssar sy’ael jeovis

I love your soul with sweetness → zya-(I, beloved) + lyssar (to love) + sy’ael(your soul) + jeovis (sweet)

5. tye’ithrelen hanorin fuog

We dream of rising in joy → tye-(we, communal) + ithren (to dream) +hanorin (to rise) + fuog(happy)

6. ka’nei’lyssar aelelai

They do not love souls → ka-(they) + nei- (negation) + lyssar(to love) + aelelai (souls, plural)

7. mi’shael ferethiar?

What battle do you fight? → mi-(you, formal) + shael (what) + ferethiar(battle)

8. lye’ailmon sirciradyl fuog

You purr with a happy mouth → lye-(you, beloved) + ailmon (to purr) +ciradyl (mouth) + fuog(happy)

9. sy’melas tya’ael aestrel

I see their soul as a star → sy-(I, personal) + melas (to see) + tya’ael(their soul) + aestrel (star)

10. ka’dareth dar fuog

They dance the dance of joy → ka-(they) + dareth (to dance) + dar(dance) + fuog (happy)

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Faespeak Pronunciation System (Not Human-Compatible)

Overview:

Faespeak is meant to be sung as much as spoken, blending resonant, breathy, guttural, nasal, and tonal elements. Certain phonemes have emotional weight, not just sound. Most humans flatten or simplify Faespeak, failing to capture its full power.

Writing in tendrilis, alphabet by Anomalis

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Faespeak

CHAPTER ONE

SUMMARY: Ever since the end of the war, wizards have attempted to negotiate peace between them and the magical creatures of the world- to limited success. Werewolves, vampires, centaurs- the ones who were able to speak English were easier to negotiate with, but how would one speak to a creature who doesn't share the same language as you? To that end, wizards have been trying to find a way to understand Faespeak, (a universal language that all magical creatures are able to understand) without much success.

Enter Unspeakable Draco Malfoy, a white-haired pureblood wizard who absolutely could not understand Faespeak. Until he can. And it couldn't possibly have anything to do with Harry Potter. (Or, it could have everything to do with him, and Draco is fucked.)

New WIP, only a few chapters written so far but I need motivation so why not post a preview?

A typical day for Draco Malfoy went as the following: Waking up amongst his silk bed sheets, taking a shower and using his special purple conditioner to keep his white hair not looking yellow, eating a well-made breakfast delivered by the remaining house elf of Malfoy Manor (Timpy), going to work as an Unspeakable in the Ministry- the work required usually changed every other day, with every new artifact he successfully researched- before finally coming back home to his lonely apartment and watching a quick show on the telly before bed. And yes, Draco did know what a telly was. He had it installed by Pansy, and he refused to admit to her that he didn't know how to do anything besides turning it off and on. The fact that it seemed to be stuck on the MTV channel certainly didn't bother him. It was just a part of his daily routine now.

A routine that quickly got thrown off balance the day he spotted a fae in the Ministry's Atrium. They had been forcefully pushed toward the central fountain, a few rowdy wizards yelling what seemed to be insults toward the fae, though Draco wasn't close enough to hear. As he continued walking from the floos toward the elevator, he took a small detour, watching the fae slump on the ground against the fountain- fortunately they hadn't fallen in the water.

As he got closer, he could start to make out the details of the fae, besides the incredibly long and pointed ears he had seen from a distance, the tell-tale sign of a fae. They had short hair, closely cropped on the sides with a wild poof of hair at the top, all coloured a deep magenta, even the roots. Their skin colour was incredibly tanned, as if they spent a long time in the sun, and they were shorter than Draco, though that wasn't very hard to achieve. As they glanced up to meet the eyes of Draco, their irises shone a bright aquamarine, seeming to sparkle as light glanced off of them.

Draco reached out a hand toward them, bending slightly to reach them better. "Do you need a hand up? Or perhaps directions?"

They studied him, their eyes flickering just above him before relief flooded their face and they grasped Draco's hand and pulled. Their light weight surprised Draco, feeling as if they weighed nothing at all. And then they opened their mouth, with a happy smile and kind eyes, but all that came out was the sound of wind chimes and jingling bells. Draco understood immediately, raising his hands in front of him and shaking his head.

"Oh, you mistake me. I'm no fae."

This made them pause, the twinkling noise halting, accompanying a face that seemed confused. They placed their hands on their hips before pointing toward Draco's head.

"I assure you, I'm a pureblood wizard." He lowered his arms, rubbing them against his robes, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles. They stood there for a minute, staring at each other before Draco took a cautious step back. "I do apologize, but perhaps you can find someone else who can help." He nodded, as if that was the end of this, before stepping around the fae and taking a few steps toward the elevators.

He turned cautiously to peek as he walked, noticing quickly that the fae was following him step for step. He stopped and raised his hands once more, shaking his head. "You can't follow me, I don't know how to help you. You'll have better luck out here." He stood there a moment longer, watching the fae before cautiously taking a few steps backward. Again, the fae matched each step. He sighed, shaking his head. "They won't let you follow me, you know. Not all the way. They'll stop you before I reach my destination."

At this, he saw the fae huff what looked like a laugh before they crossed their arms and raised their eyebrows in a challenge. Draco sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Merlin help me."

The fae immediately opened their mouth, the tinkling sound was faster this time, as if speaking in a rush, and Draco heard what almost sounded like faint thunder in the undercurrent of their voice. They ended their tirade, huffing in what appeared to be annoyance before taking a few steps closer to Draco and raising their eyebrows. 

Draco wasn't exactly sure what they were trying to say, but he assumed it was something along the lines of 'Well hurry along then! And I'll follow for no good reason!' Draco just sighed in response, turning around and continuing his journey to the elevators. Unsurprisingly, the fae stepped on right after him. 

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The elevator jarred to a stop, shaking both occupants slightly. The fae stopped their talking (a tirade that still made no sense to Draco, but sounded nice if he stood and listened to the wind chimes), and they reached their hands out wildly toward the walls to hold themself up, their wide eyes searching the small box. The doors clicked open- Draco glanced up to the floor number, noting it wasn't his stop yet- and in walked another person. 

Draco and Harry made eye contact, and Harry paused midstep, halfway into the elevator already. Their eyes were locked for what seemed like minutes before Harry forcefully moved his eyes away, noticing the fae for the first time. He cleared his throat and lowered his head before stepping inside the elevator fully, letting the doors slide shut finally. Draco took a discreet step back to gain as much distance from Harry as he could, letting his vision fall to the floor.

"Oh great, even more people in the death trap box, what could possibly go wrong?" The voice who spoke startled him, sounding much higher pitched than Harry's voice- but wasn't it just him and...?

Draco glanced up quickly, meeting the fae's eyes in a panic. The fae glanced at him with exasperation, studying his face and slowly becoming confused. "Wait, did you just hear me?"

"You can talk?" 

"What?" Harry turned toward Draco, raising his eyebrows, and Draco's eyes flickered uncertainly to Harry before looking back toward the fae. 

"Were you just tricking me before?" Draco asked, crossing his arms, adopting a stern expression. The fae, in response, only turned giddy and started waving their arms around, squealing. 

"Yes! I knew it! I knew you'd be able to hear me!"

"What are you talking about Malfoy?" Harry glanced at the fae, looking uncertain, before turning a stern look on Draco. "Are you trying to bully this fae?"

The fae themself burst out laughing at this, placing a hand on their mouth to try to muffle the sound. "What," Draco replied, slightly breathless, "Please tell me you can hear them speak, Potter." He waved a hand toward the fae, who placed their hands on their hips and turned expectantly towards Harry.

Confused, Harry shook his head slightly. "No, I just hear faespeak." Harry studied Draco for a moment longer before opening his mouth, his hand lifting as if he were reaching for something. Then- the elevator dinged and the doors opened, startling the three of them, who turned to look at the floor number.

"This is me then," Draco mumbled, pushing past Harry and out onto the floor he worked on, glancing back to notice the fae pushing past Harry just as quickly, trying to catch up to Draco.

"Wait, so you can understand me then? Oh, I have so much that I need help with, I can't find a single wizard-" The fae began to ramble, their hands flying this way and that to show emphasis. Draco turned toward the elevator, catching Harry's gaze just before the doors closed between them.

Then he began to hear the jingling bells and wind chimes once more, and he turned toward the fae, confused. They were continuing whichever rant they started, having not realized that Draco no longer understood. Sighing, Draco shook his head slowly, laying a hand on their arm.

"I'm sorry, I can't understand you anymore." The fae jumped, their eyes widening before their chiming became faster, until Draco heard what sounded something like a faint siren behind their tone and he realized they were panicking. He placed a hand on their cheek, looking into their eyes. "Hey, it's okay. We'll find someone to help you."

Draco glanced around discreetly, not noticing anyone in the lobby aside from the receptionist, who was very obviously pretending to not listen by reading a book that she was holding upside down. Draco took the fae's hand, dragging them toward a set of double doors, waving off the receptionist's squawk of, "You can't go in there!" and quickly calling out behind them, "They're with me!"

The hallway in the Unspeakables division was confusing. Purposefully so, enchanted to feel as if taking a step took five seconds but travelled a mile. Walls zipped by, windows bent out of shape and reformed into perfect rectangles showing a zen picture of the galaxy outside their walls, swirling colours of purples and pinks and greens making it seem like a painting more than reality, but Draco had always loved the mystery of it. Doors flew by, numbers and names obscured by a blurry vision when you tried to focus on them, so Draco resolutely looks forward, avoiding them all together. He knew where he was going anyway.

After three windows on the left, a right turn, and two doors down on the left Draco finally stops. He can read his own name on the nameplate, enchanted to recognize his magical core, and he placed a hand on the handle to unlock the wards surrounding his lab. After a few seconds Draco finally pushes the door open, dragging the fae inside quickly and closing the door behind them. "Apologies, I know that hallway is very unpleasant. Especially the first time." Draco replaces his hand on the door knob, reaching his magic out to pluck the different wards together, replacing the protections on his lab. Draco has always learned you could never be too careful, but in the Unspeakable Division, simply forgetting to replace your wards could result in heavy casualties. They were constantly on alert.

Turning around to see the fae with a hand pressed to their chest, Draco summons a glass to himself and fills it with water from his wand, handing the glass over to the fae. They accept gratefully, taking giant gulps of the water. Draco refills it once they finish drinking half the cup, then turns and begins to tidy up his lab, making sure nothing dangerous or classified might've been laying around for a fae to accidentally mess with.

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Draco froze at the sound of a curt knock, and he whipped his head toward the door to his lab, attempting to remember his schedule for the day. He had only planned on studying his newest artifact all day, hadn't he? But that didn't seem like enough work for an entire day.

On the walk toward his door he made a small detour to his desk, pulling out a long drawer to look down at his calendar, scanning the month until he found the current day, noting a star with an HG next to it. "Salazar..."

Taking a deep breath, he jogged to the door, opening it just enough to show himself but none of the room behind himself. Not too suspicious, many Unspeakables tend to be very private of their labs, she won't think too much of it. Or at least, he tried to convince himself of that.

"Unspeakable Granger, hello,"

"Unspeakable-"

"So sorry, I seem to have mistaken the day. If we could postpone our meeting by another hour? I have some pressing circumstances-"

"I'm sure I could help with anything you've gotten yourself into, Draco." Hermione spoke with a sharp tongue and a hard glint in her eye, but she smiled politely and raised her eyebrows. Draco had expected her to try and peek around Draco to see into the room, but her eyes were trained on his own and he tried not to falter under such an intense gaze.

"As true as that may be, I-" He was interrupted by the sound of wind chimes and dinner bells, and sighed deeply at Hermione's astonished expression. "Alright, in you come then."

The moment he stepped back, Hermione pushed into the room, looking around quickly before her eyes landed on the fae, who seemed to be very pleased with themself, smiling brightly toward Hermione. They opened their mouth again, talking at length about something neither Unspeakable could understand, and seemed to enjoy the full focus of Hermione as she listened and approached slowly.

Draco closed the door, feeling the magical locks slide back into place before slowly walking back toward the others. After a short time the fae stopped speaking, looking toward Draco with a disappointed expression. "I don't know, okay?" 

"You don't know?" Hermione seemed incredibly puzzled before shaking her head, narrowing her eyes slightly at him. "Wait, do you understand what they're saying?"

"No," Draco sighed, slumping onto a stool set next to some lab equipment. "That's what I was saying, I don't know."

"So you... don't know?" Hermione asked, turning back to the fae and tilting her head. "Okay, so why are they here?"

"I don't know."

Hermione raised her eyebrows and turned to look back at Draco. "Alright, their name at least?"

Draco placed his elbows on his knees and sighed again, dropping his head down into his hands. "Again, don't know."

"Okay, how about this. What is it you do know?" Draco could imagine Hermione standing in her pose once again, arms crossed and hip cocked with one eyebrow up and a look on her face that said she knew she was the smartest in the room. The fact that she was most times still didnt take away the fact that Draco got aggravated every time he saw it. He would just keep his eyes closed then.

"The first time I seen them was about thirty minutes ago in the Atrium." Draco heard her hum before he continued, "They were knocked down onto the floor and no one else was helping them up, so I offered my hand. When they stood, they pointed at my head and spoke in faespeak."

"Your head? Did they point to a specific part or just gesture to your whole head?" 

Draco sighed, looking up to see Hermione standing in just a normal pose, notebook and muggle pencil in hand. He shrugged before the fae stepped closer and waved between them, smiling. They walked next to Draco before pinching his hair and lifting it up.

"My hair?" He asked incredulously, shaking his head and sighing, studying the fae.

"Wait, they can understand us?" Hermione asked, sounding excited as she stared at them. The fae nodded, approaching her and turning their head to look at her notebook. Hermione grinned, jotting some more notes down before gesturing toward Draco. "Anything else?"

"Well, they spoke English in the elevator."

When he answered, both heads turned sharply toward him, Hermione immediately launching into, "Spoke English? A fae? That's unheard of!" Meanwhile the fae themself crossed their arms and began speaking in a loud clanging sound and Draco raised his hands quickly in defense, widening his eyes.

"Okay! Okay!" When they both calmed down he nodded slowly, then rephrased. "Alright, so perhaps not English. In the elevator, they spoke, and I understood it."

"You understood," Hermione repeated, turning to cast a curious glance toward the fae. In response the fae just huffed loudly, crossing their arms and muttering a short response in faespeak. "Right," Hermione replied, nodding before writing something down on her notepad, the fae leaning over to peek at it once more. "So, what had happened? The enclosed space?"

"That doesn't make any sense, Granger," Draco mumbled, his eyes dancing around his lab. He wouldn't mention his own theory on that, and the failed experiment where he had pulled them into his storage closet for five minutes. The most awkward five minutes of his life.

"No, you're right. Perhaps it was something on a specific floor you passed? Or-" Hermione huffed, glancing up at him, "How about you just explain to me what happened in detail?"

"After we stepped into the elevator, they kept speaking in faespeak." Draco hesitated before waving a hand nonchalantly, "Some people got on, and at some point I heard them say something about how the elevator was a metal death trap," At this the fae clapped loudly before nodding quickly, obviously agreeing, "And then the elevator was on our level so we got off, and they were speaking in faespeak once more."

Hermione hummed, nodding slowly before writing something on her notepad, then tapping her muggle pencil against it. "So, it might be a floor close to ours? But not quite here?"

The wind chimes sounded once more and both wizards turned toward the fae, who crossed their arms and looked meaningfully at Draco.

"What?" The fae huffed, placing their hands in the air against each other before pulling away and miming stepping through the gap.

"Oh," Hermione lifted her pencil quickly, turning toward Draco. "Who got on the elevator with you?" The fae clapped quickly, nodding along and pointing toward Draco. He narrowed his eyes slightly, studying them. They couldn't have possibly known...?

"It was Potter."

"What?" Hermione yelped, glancing quickly between the two before taking a step closer to Draco. "What do you mean- Harry is the one that entered the elevator when they spoke? What did he say?"

"He accused me of bullying the fae." He sent a hard glare toward her before standing from his stool and striding to the other side of his lab. "He didn't hear them talk, I asked. He only heard faespeak."

"Then- wait this makes no sense. So only you can understand faespeak while you're... standing near Harry?"

Draco threw Hermione a disbelieving glance, rolling his eyes in response.

"Yes, that sounds completely plausible, Granger. Let's continue focusing on that hypothesis." 

"Maybe we should!" Hermione replied defiantly, glaring toward Draco with her hands now on her hips. "Maybe I should get Harry and see if it works."

"Yes, let's steal the Head Auror from his very important business to come down to the Unspeakable level, where he's not allowed, to test some ridiculous theory that he somehow affects me to the point of understanding the universal magical creature language!"

He sucked in a breath, finishing his tirade with a hand wave as if dismissing the matter. Hermione just cocked her hip and raised an eyebrow in response. "There are so many things wrong with what you've just said. You do know Harry isn't the Head Auror, right?" Draco scoffed, rolling his eyes.

"I know he's been offered the position. Obviously he'll take it."

"Who said he's taking it?"

"Well he's the bloody boy saviour isn't he?" Draco burst out, waving a hand around again, "It's his whole thing! He goes around saving anyone he can! Obviously he'll take the position, better to help people with." Draco nodded, as if this were obvious. He glanced over to see the fae watching them both with open interest, leaning against the counter along the wall.

Hermione hummed along, lifting her notepad and writing a few more notes. "Either way, there's a simple solution. The three of us will just go to the Auror division, and seek him out. I'm sure Head Auror Robards won't mind a small, impromptu work meeting." Draco huffed, crossing his arms.

"I'm afraid you're forgetting that I have some very important, work related business to attend to in my lab."

"Draco Malfoy," Hermione snapped, glaring up at him, "If you think I don't know that you're only arguing for the sake of arguing, then hold your breath. If you're truly worried about your project, I'd like to note that I know for a fact you have no project to currently work on, as the meeting we were about to discuss was about your next work assignment. And now that I've gathered more information, I can confidently say your new work project is to figure out how you were able to understand this fae, replicate it, and experiment to see if other wizards can possibly do the same. Being able to speak and understand the fae language will go a long way to establishing trust and communication between wizards and all magical creatures."

Hermione finished in a huff and Draco took in a steady breath, studying her serious posture. He lowered his eyes, mumbling a quiet, "Bloody heroic Gryffindors," before he stood and removed his lab coat, exchanging it for the peacoat he wore into the building, and placed his hand on the door handle to his lab to remove the magical locks.

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Faespeak

CHAPTER THREE

[Chapter One] [Chapter Two]

(Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter) Draco finds out he can understand the universal Magical Being language, Faespeak, only when standing near Harry Potter- what does this mean for them? And will they be able to help a fae friend they’ve met along the way?

Draco was the last in the meeting room, closing the door quietly behind himself and feeling the automatic wards slide into place under his hands. He’s used these rooms before, the few times he helped the Auror force with a particularly tricky case, and he was grateful for the silencing charms inlaid into the rooms. And, as he predicted, the fae absolutely couldn’t wait any longer.

“You can hear me now, right?” They asked excitedly, eyes wide and full of hope. He nodded toward them and was surprised they didn’t just jump with joy. “Yes! I knew it!” They stepped close to him in an instant, grabbing his hands forcefully. “My name is Eden!” Draco jumped back, bumping into the door behind him. He watched them let out a breath as if they had been holding that in for a long time. “I’m so tired of you both referring to me as ‘the fae,’ it was getting to be so annoying.” 

“Malfoy, you alright?” Draco tore his gaze from Eden, locking eyes with Harry, who had a concerned expression. Not concerned for Draco, he told himself, just worried in general. This was a weird experience, after all. Draco broke eye contact with him, his stomach churning at the severe expression aimed in his direction, and withdrew his hands from the fae’s.

“I am fine,” Draco replied briskly, looking finally toward Hermione, who seemed ready to burst with questions, already holding her notepad at her side. “Their name is Eden.”

“Eden!” Hermione yelled, causing the fae to jump and spin toward her in alarm. Hermione laughed, waving her hand and apologising quickly before jotting down a few notes on her pad once more. Still staring at the paper, she continued, “So you can hear them again? My hypothesis was correct.”

“We still don’t know for sure if it’s your hypothesis. Maybe it’s just something on this floor,” Draco huffed, crossing his arms and refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. He could feel his cheeks heat in embarrassment, though embarrassed of what he wasn’t sure. He attempted to will his body temperature down, cursing his pale skin for being so obvious. It didn’t work, so instead, he tried to cast a discreet cooling charm and laid his back against the door, crossing his arms.

“Draco, I know you’re smarter than this,” Hermione muttered, sending a half-glare in his direction before turning to face Harry and examining him with a critical eye.

“Draco?” 

“Hm?” Draco replied, turning and raising his eyebrow toward Harry. Harry was stunned for a second, his mouth gaping open before he shook his head and looked back toward Hermione.

“You call him Draco?” He asked, complying when Hermione lifted his arm and began pinching his Auror robes. Draco inhaled quickly, realising that Harry hadn’t been talking to him, and feeling rather sheepish. He turned his attention instead toward the fae- to Eden- and was surprised to see such a smug expression on their face.

“I knew it.” Eden giggled again before crossing their arms, hopping lightly from foot to foot in place, “And! I know that you have such a crush on that man, don’t you?” Their shit-eating grin was so reminiscent of Pansy that Draco almost felt the heartache of missing her once again- and really, moving to France had been such a horrible idea for her, she hardly ever visited anymore- but Draco kept his face blank and refused to look over to Harry. He just raised an eyebrow in response, and they laughed, shaking their head as they mumbled on, “You can’t deny it. Even if I wasn’t a ‘super magical fae,’” They use air quotes around the words, rolling their eyes, “I’d still be able to tell. I’m sure everyone can tell.”

“Draco,” Hermione asked, glancing over with her own raised eyebrows and open expression, “Are you going to translate for us?”

“No,” He replied firmly, glancing at his feet. He really should have his shoes shined soon.

“And… Why not?”

“They’re lying; there’s no need to repeat it.” Eden burst out laughing, bending at the waist, and Draco huffed, feeling his cheeks blush again.

“Lying?” Hermione repeated, raising her eyebrows with a curious glance toward Eden. “And how would you know that?”

“I just do,” Draco mumbled in response, rolling his eyes.

“Ah, yes, of course. A lie! How could I be so silly?” Eden interrupts, grinning widely and turning to begin a walk around the room. “Well, you can tell them that I say hello.”

“Eden says hi,” Draco muttered sarcastically, glaring at the fae.

“And that I appreciate the help.”

“And they appreciate the help,” He mutters, feeling extremely tired and raising a hand to rub his eyes.

“And that you like Harry.”

“And that- hey!” Draco sits up, glaring at them once more. Eden begins laughing again, twirling a quill they had picked up somewhere around in the air. 

“What was that, Malfoy?” Harry asks, raising an eyebrow and huffing as Hermione orders him quietly to remove his Auror robes. He begins the process of unbuttoning the absurd amount of buttons on his uniform, and Draco averts his eyes once again. They’re all standing much to close together, having not spread after they entered the room. Fixing this error, Draco paces to the other side of the room, passing Eden as they mutter something about Draco being able to control himself around Harry.

“Oh, hey, good idea Draco! Harry, stand here. Draco, against that wall!” Hermione called out, dragging Harry toward the opposite wall until he pressed against it. Draco sighed, walking the rest of the way and leaning against his wall. “Try now!”

“Try?” Eden glanced uncertainly between the two before gasping, nodding quickly, “Oh, I get it now! You’re trying to see how far away he has to be for you to understand me!”

“That is exactly what we are doing Eden, and yes, I can still understand them.” Draco resumes his relaxed position, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and watches Hermione nod and mutter to herself before scribbling some more on her notepad. She flips the paper over noisily, turning back to Harry with a stern expression.

“Now, tell me how you feel.”

“How I feel,” Harry repeats dumbly, his face scrunched in an adorably- no, not adorable, Draco reminded himself- confused expression “I feel normal?” Draco almost felt bad for the poor man, watching Hermione cross her arms and huff angrily. 

“I can never get anything out of-” Hermione began, cutting herself off with a sharp wave of her wand, a shimmering silencing spell enveloping the two of them. Draco tries to tamp down his disappointment, and really he should be allowed to hear what Harry says. Draco is a part of this project too!

“Oh don’t look so disheartened,” Eden declared, approaching him until they were on Draco’s side of the room, reaching toward the middle of the large meeting table in the centre and grabbing a spare piece of parchment, “Don’t look now, but your paramour is staring at you.”

“He is not,” Draco huffed, glancing up once again to glare at the shimmering barrier of the silencing charm, “He is not my paramour. And I don’t have a crush on him, thank you very much. Now, kindly drop it.”

Eden chuckled, folding the parchment in half vertically, “Ah, sure. But then again, if you didn’t have a crush on him, I don’t think your face would do that scrunchy thing every time the lady touches him.” They began to lightly lick the fold on the parchment before carefully tearing it in two, setting one side on the table and folding one of the halves vertically once more.

“My face does not do a ‘scrunchy thing,’” Draco lamented, watching Eden’s hands as they continued with their unknown project. “And her name is Hermione. I am Draco, and that,” He points, then drops his hand immediately when he glances and notices Harry staring, “His name is Harry. Harry Potter, in fact. I’m sure even your kind has heard of him.”

Eden raised their eyebrows, raising the parchment to lightly lick the fold once more before murmuring, “My kind?” They don’t meet his eyes, gently tearing the paper in two and continuing with the next piece.

“I didn’t mean anything by it,” Draco mumbled guiltily, furrowing his brow. “I’m sorry.” He watched Eden struggle for a moment to line up the two sides of the paper perfectly before he stands fully, approaching them. “By the way, I can hear you now. You can tell me what’s wrong? Perhaps I can help?”

He watched Eden sigh, shaking their head slightly as they tore another piece in half. “But this predicament is so much more fun,” They placed the little strips of paper down on the table, grabbing another, bigger half and repeating the process. Draco raised his eyebrows, reaching forward and readying to reply when they barked out a loud laugh, lifting a hand quickly and covering their mouth as they turned wide eyes toward Harry and Hermione. Draco felt his brow furrow, glancing toward them to notice the shimmering silencing shield still surrounding them before studying Eden once again- who is resolutely not looking at the other two anymore, and seems to be trying to hold back even more laughter.

“Can you hear them? Through the spell?” Draco asked, taking another step closer. What was it they heard?

“Of course not,” Eden huffed, not managing to suppress a few more giggles, “I just remembered something funny is all.” They waved a hand dismissively, continuing to fold and tear the parchment into strips. Draco sighed loudly, watching Eden’s smirk a bit in response, and he crossed his arms.

“I’m going to need you to work with me if you expect any actual help from us,” Draco asserted, and he watched the smile slowly fall from Eden’s lips, their expression becoming morose. They stayed silent, and Draco felt his shoulders slump, placing his hand on the table between them. “Look, if you’re in any danger, I need you to tell me.”

Eden’s stance became rigid, their gaze turning hard on Draco. “Oh, right. Like you wizards have ever cared for ‘my kind?’” Draco flinched, taking a step back, blinking in confusion at the sudden shift in tone. 

“Draco?” Hermione asked, and he glanced over to notice the two of them- no silencing barrier left- staring at him with questioning looks on their faces. Draco took a breath, schooling himself into some semblance of control, and nodded in response toward her.

“I was just asking Eden if they needed any help.” Draco swallowed harshly, turning his body toward Hermione to give Eden some breathing room, “Have you finished your incredibly private discussion?” He crossed his arms, raising his eyebrows at Hermione, who seemed unaffected, and resolutely ignoring Harry, who appeared to be blushing. “Or perhaps you’ve realised that I’m a part of this project as well, finally?”

At this, Hermione hesitated, looking down at her notepad for a moment, then back up to meet Draco’s eyes. “You’re not a part of this project.”

“Excuse me?”

“What I mean,” Hermione huffed, closing her notepad and tucking it under her arm, “Is that you’re not the Unspeakable assigned to solve this project. You are a subject in this project; therefore, you cannot look at this objectively, like it needs to be.” Draco’s mouth fell, and he would have argued in his defence if he hadn’t been so stunned. “Instead, your job right now is as a translator. Between this fae- Eden, sorry- and the Auror department. After the recent negotiations, the fae community is now a part of the Beings of Magical Origin Care Act, which means that they have a right to every law and protection that we do-”

“I know all about that, Granger,” Draco growled, “And I’m all for it, of course. But we have actual translators for this. Vampires and werewolves who work for the ministry to translate Faespeak, and even wizards who know sign language!” He crossed his arms and barely restrained himself from stomping his foot, “I do not see why you need me for this. I’m hardly the only one available, and I’m far too qualified.”

“Qualified to be a pain in the arse,” Harry muttered, and Hermione flicked her wand in response without even turning her head, and Draco felt a bland satisfaction at his hiss of pain.

“I have other things I can be doing, Hermione. Important things.” He levels a significant look at her, imploring her to understand, or change her mind. She just sighs loudly, raising her hands to rub at her face.

“Look, Draco. I already have a hunch about this; I just need to do a bit of research. Give me a day, two at most, and you’ll be back in your lab where no one can bother you again.” She met his eyes again, exasperation clear in her form, “And as for the other translators, I’m sure Eden here would prefer to just stick with you. I’m sure you’ve become close already, yes?” She nodded encouragingly toward the fae. 

“As close as a fae and wizard can be when they’ve only just met and have already called each other liars,” Eden replies, a happy and carefree tone of voice contradicting her words and earlier mood. Hermione nods in response, gesturing toward them.

“See? They agree.” Hermione removes the notepad from under her arm, huffing once more and levelling a hard stare toward Harry, now. “And you. You will work with Unspeakable Draco Malfoy and the fae Eden. Disregard any previous case you might have been on- this is now your active case. We need to maintain a positive relationship with the fae community, so if they need help, then you provide it as well as you would with any other wizard, understand?”

“I would’ve anyway, Herm, you know that,” Harry mutters, rubbing the back of his head. 

“Well, it has to be you anyway, so don’t try to pawn this off. Draco can only understand Faespeak when he is standing near you.” Hermione nodded as if that was final, but Harry let out a choked gasp that had him turning to look directly at Draco.

“Why me?”

“That’s what Unspeakable Granger is trying to discover Potter, do keep up.” Draco glanced at the meeting table, studying the strips of paper that Eden had laid out. He refused to acknowledge the blush once again lighting up his cheeks- and when had it gotten so hot in here? He twirled his fingers, casting another discreet cooling charm.

“Right, now that everyone’s caught up, I have some research to attend to.” Hermione smiled goodbye to Eden before leaving the room; the deafening click of the door closing seemed final. Draco studied the two left- Harry looking distinctly uncomfortable, and Eden now folding the small strips of parchment she had made into a pentagon shape- and huffed a sigh. He focussed his attention on the fae, raising his eyebrows.

“Now, is there something you’d like to report to the Auror Division?” 

“There is, actually.” Eden raised her eyes to meet his, smiling in an almost threatening way. “My home is being taken from me. I’m here to report stolen property.”

Draco slumped slightly, furrowing his brows. “Wait- really? Are you in any danger?”

“What’s going on Malfoy? You’re supposed to translate for me.” Harry huffed, annoyance clear in his tone. Draco relayed the information, watching Harry straighten up and adopt a stern expression. “Where?”

“I’ve been given death threats, sure, but I can take care of myself. And my burrow is located near that one wizarding town- Pigwine?” They waved a hand dismissively, huffing out a breath as they finished folding their strip of paper, tucking the end of it inside the folds. “Wizards and their ridiculous names,” He heard them mutter before he approached, placing both hands down on the table between them.

“If you’ve been given death threats, then yes, we do need to worry. I don’t care what kind of power you have or assume you have, this is a serious matter.” Draco tried to meet their eye, but Eden refused to lift their gaze. “Also I’ve never heard of a town called Pigwine, what are you-”

“Hogsmeade?” Draco jumped at Harry’s suggestion, turning to glance at him but looking back at the fae when they snapped their fingers and pointed at Harry in answer. Draco nodded slowly, straightening up. “Here, why don’t we go back to my desk? I didn’t exactly bring my notepad in here with me, and I should probably take some notes on this, seeing as it’s now my current case. Follow me.” Harry threw his Auror robes over his arm, opening the door to the meeting room and holding it for Draco and Eden. Draco absolutely did not look at how well his t-shirt clung to his well-defined chest as he passed.

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Faespeak

CHAPTER TWO

[You can find Chapter One here...]

(A/N: Sorry for the delay, but here is chapter two! This series will have alternating POVs, between Draco and Harry, so this chapter now begins Harry’s POV into our story)

Harry's days were generally the same, with some variations thrown in. He woke up in his bedroom at Grimmauld Place with the sun peeking through the slit of curtains that don’t block the window, shining directly into his eyes and blinding him for three seconds as he curses and repeats that he'll eventually fix that, or move his bed two feet to the right, either way. He eats a quick breakfast of toast and puts on a clean pair of Auror robes if he can find one, going into work. The fifew hours are dull, consisting of multiple cups of black coffee and numerous case reports he has to fill out and send off. He and Ron then take a lunch break where they go to the Ministry's Atrium and pick one of the three different shops open to eat at. (Of course, the Ministry offers a free lunch to every employee, though Harry knows very few willing to eat the disgusting slop they serve.) After eating, they head back to work in the hopes of finding an active case they could grab and head out with. Otherwise, unfortunately, more paperwork. 

And of course, the variations. Harry doesn't work weekends, usually, so he'll do his grocery shopping and visit the friends he doesn't see throughout his week. On Fridays he has dinner at Ron and Hermione's, on Sundays he has dinner at the Burrow, and on Tuesdays he has dinner with Andromeda and Teddy. Harry hardly ever feels lonely when surrounded by so many he loves- until he's home alone, again, every night. 

Other variations might include walking into an elevator and seeing Draco Malfoy for the first time in half a year. Harry pauses, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes scan Draco hungrily. He seemed almost radiant in his attractiveness, his black robes hugging tightly in just the right places, yet his eyes seemed to beg Harry not to try anything. Harry finally breaks from his trance, glancing over to notice someone else in the elevator before stepping on completely, turning his back to both of them. He closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and tries to calm his racing heart.

It didn’t mean anything, obviously. The racing heart, the sweaty palms, the slight lift in his pants- Harry tried to convince himself that none of it actually meant anything. He just hadn’t expected to see Draco Malfoy. He hadn’t seen him in so long, not since Luna’s birthday party. He was just surprised, that’s it. He repeats to himself in his mind that everything is fine, and no, he does not need to ask Draco how he’s been, because that would just be awkward. Especially in an elevator, where Draco can’t conveniently make excuses and escape if he gets uncomfortable. Which he would, of course. Because Harry and Draco always turned awkward and uncomfortable, no matter what Harry tried. There was too much shared past that they’ve never spoken about, aside from quick apologies after Draco’s trial five years ago. 

Harry’s pulled from his thoughts by a tinkling bell-like sound, and for a moment he wondered if it was coming from the elevator. He glanced around slowly, studying the panels of the elevator before a familiar voice sounds from behind him. “You can talk?” Harry turns quickly, his eyes roaming over Draco’s astonished face.

“What?”

Draco glances toward Harry before averting his eyes to stare at the other occupant. Harry’s eyes dart over to see them once more as Draco accusingly said, “Were you just tricking me before?” The fae- which Harry understood now, taking in the long pointed ears he somehow missed before- started hopping and waving their arms around, talking animatedly in faespeak. The jingles sounded excited, like a toddler finding a new toy that made a sweet sound so they just kept shaking the bell as quickly as they could.

“What are you talking about Malfoy?” Harry asked, looking wearily between the two. The fae didn’t seem upset, but he could never understand their kind before. It was all too new for him, and they acted so oddly. When he finally let his eyes rest on Draco, he took in the stiff posture and familiar stern expression and couldn’t help thinking about their past once again. Harry could feel his own face harden, and he mentally sighed before asking, “Are you trying to bully this fae?”

Draco’s answering panic was quickly hidden under his Malfoy-famous blank expression, though it caught Harry by surprise and he felt a surge of guilt rise in his stomach. He could hear the fae speaking in the background, an almost constant noise of pleasant wind chimes or the sound of a breeze rustling leaves, but his attention stayed firmly on Draco. He may appear to be unconcerned, but his eyes show a different story. Harry had never been this close to him before, had he? Had Draco’s eyes always been this expressive?

“What,” Draco began, and his voice was low and breathless, and Harry had to swallow hard, “Please tell me you can hear them speak, Potter.” Draco waved a hand out toward the fae, Harry’s eyes tracking the movement before he is finally able to tear his eyes away and look back toward the fae. They were facing him, their hands on their hips with a satisfied expression, and Harry lost all of the drive he had behind the idea that Draco was bullying again. This didn’t seem like bullying, not when the fae looked so pleased and Draco looked ready to disapparate. 

Harry shook his head, peering back toward Draco. “No, I just hear faespeak.” Seeing the panic flashing in Draco’s eyes awoke something in Harry, something fierce and protective. Harry knew he had to do something or reassure Draco in some way. But it wasn’t his place, was it? They hadn’t spoken in half a year, and their last conversation was about whether the appetisers were over- or under-cooked, and they ended up agreeing to disagree by the end of the discussion. Would Draco take it as pity, if he offered to help? 

But what else could he do, Harry wondered? After seeing him now, after so long, and feeling such a strong reaction in response to just locking eyes? Harry couldn’t drop this, he knew. He had always been curious about Draco, even back when he was ‘Malfoy’ in his mind. Now things were different, and Draco was a good person working for the Ministry. And Harry knew nothing about him anymore. In the end, it was Harry’s own selfish desires that had him reaching out a hand and opening his mouth to offer help. He was interrupted by the loud ‘ding’ of the elevator, and Harry glanced back quickly to see the floor number.

At the sight of a floor number he didn’t recognise, he would have continued with his planned spiel if Draco hadn’t pushed past him quickly with a mumbled, “This is me then.” Harry turned, reaching out a hand toward Draco’s back once more before being pushed out of the way again by the fae, who was hurrying to follow after Draco. Harry finally dropped his hand, watching Draco slow to a stop and turn, their eyes meeting before the elevator doors close between them.

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Harry can get over it. He could totally move on from the scene that happened in the elevator. If it were anyone else, it wouldn’t have even mattered in the first place. It certainly wouldn’t be replaying in his head over and over with added commentary such as ‘Draco’s looking much healthier than last time,’ or ‘Had Draco’s eyes always seemed that shiny? Were they actually shiny while it was happening or is that something I’m adding to the memory on accident?’

“You’re not gonna be able to get over it,” Ron mumbled, throwing a chip slathered in vinegar in his mouth. He continues speaking as he shoves more in, his other hand pointing a nonthreatening, droopy chip at him. “You’ve always been obsessed with Malfoy; you won’t move past this.” He shoves the droopy chip in his mouth finally and continues chewing, exasperation leaking from his form. Harry huffs, sinking lower in the uncomfortable Ministry cafeteria chair. He feels the plastic catch on his shirt, but he doesn’t bother trying to fix it.

“Then what exactly am I supposed to do then?” Harry glares half-heartedly toward him, ignoring his own fish and chips basket sitting in front of him. He still feels the roiling guilt in his stomach from accusing Draco so easily before. Maybe that’s what he needed to do, just find Draco and apologise for the immediate gut reaction. That’s not an excuse to see him again at all- Harry just needs to apologise! It’s clearly the right thing to do.

“You’re supposed to get over it,” Ron mumbled, tearing a piece of fish and eating it quickly, staring longingly at Harry’s full basket. Harry throws his hands up immediately, scoffing loudly.

“You just said I’m not going to get over it!”

“I did. Because you won’t,” Ron replied easily, not even taking the time to look at the glare Harry is directing toward him, instead finishing off his lunch. “You asked what you were supposed to do. In a normal situation, you get over it.” Ron finally met Harry’s eyes, unphased by the glare, “But you and Malfoy were never normal.”

“Then-!” Harry huffed, his face screwing up into a pinched expression as he tried to figure out how to reword his question.

“Look, mate,” Ron began, hooking a finger around Harry’s basket and dragging it toward his side of the table, “I can’t answer the question you want to ask. Because I don’t know.” Harry’s shoulders slump, and he lets his eyes begin to roam across the cafeteria slowly. “You were always unpredictable when it came to Malfoy. So yes, you should probably just ignore it and move past it. But will you? No.” Ron said this with absolute certainty, raising his eyebrows toward Harry and shoving yet another chip in his mouth. “Because it’s Malfoy, and it’s you, and that has always been complicated.”

“Thanks for the help,” Harry mumbled sarcastically, sitting up to reach for a chip from his basket before being pulled back just as quickly by his shirt, which was still caught by his chair. Ron laughed, Harry turned around to unhook himself from a loose piece of plastic, and everything seemed reasonable again. “Give me back my chips you hoover,” Harry replied in mock-anger, grabbing his basket and sliding it back to his side as Ron quickly reaches in to grab two more chips, still laughing.

Ron changes the subject, talking about a case he was stuck on and asking for advice on how to handle it. They’re not technically supposed to discuss open cases together since they’re not partners in the auror force, but they’ve never kept each other out of the loop. It was harder when Hermione had to take the Unspeakable oath, and they could both tell how difficult it is for her not to be able to brainstorm with them anymore. So they kept off topics related to work around her, which left this sort of conversation to only be had during their lunch. Harry’s mind wanders, thinking back to Draco. He was an Unspeakable as well, as far as he knew. Did Hermione and Draco work together in any cases? Would Hermione be able to tell him how Draco’s been looking lately, or today? If he seemed upset or preoccupied? Though being preoccupied appeared to be a constant for most Unspeakables, so it wouldn’t do to ask that. And how was he supposed to bring it up casually to her if they don’t ever speak of work together? Would Hermione even be able to answer a simple question of whether she’d seen him in the halls of their workplace, with the oath she took? 

“And then the gorillas danced on the rainbow before pulling maracas out of their arses.” 

Harry blinked quickly, shaking his head and turning toward Ron. “I’m sorry?”

“Oh, you’re listening now, are you?” Ron asked, grinning as he shoved another of Harry’s chips into his mouth. “For a second there I thought you would never hear what I was saying.” Harry laughed loudly, wondering when Ron had managed to re-steal Harry’s basket.

“How long have you been talking like that?” He didn’t bother taking the basket back; he didn’t feel too hungry anyway.

“Long enough to have named the gorillas’ Lucy, Mike, and Kevin. I thought you would have liked that one.” Harry barked out a laugh, thinking about the bastards down in processing who refused to take their paperwork unless every line was filled out and legible. Harry knew it was a reasonable request, but also they could go fuck themselves.

“Don’t let that get spread around. You’ll be doing the entire department’s paperwork for a week with that one.” Casting a tempus, both men stood and began gathering their trash, Harry slinging on his Auror robes over his common clothes. “You think there are any active cases to Diagon today? I need to swing by and pick up a housewarming gift for Gin.”

“You still haven’t been by to see Gin’s new place?” Ron asked, incredulous. “I waited for two weeks and she sent me a howler with a personalised bat bogey hex attached.”

Harry winced in sympathy before shrugging, “Well, I was planning on just mailing the gift. It’s still rather awkward between us whenever we’re alone after I broke up with her saying ‘I see us as siblings’ and she replied ‘Then why did we have sex?’” Ron laughed, then shuddered, and Harry shrugged again. “And anyway, Pansy isn’t exactly my biggest fan.” His mind wandered to her, dressed up to the nines with red pointed nails that terrified him more than the idea of Ginny’s bat bogey hex because he knew Pansy wasn’t afraid of making Harry bleed.

“Pansy is-” Ron hesitates, a pained expression crossing his face, “She’s not as bad as I once thought.” Harry blinked, furrowing his brow at this. 

“Wait, you think that a Slytherin is… ‘not as bad’?” Harry waited a few moments before placing a hand on his forehead. “Are you feeling okay?”

Ron batted his hand away with a laugh, “Oi, fuck off. I said what I said. It’s like what mum preaches; we’re not in Hogwarts anymore, their houses don’t mean shite in the real world.” He huffed before glancing at Harry from the corner of his eye and shrugging, “And anyway, Pansy means a lot to Gin now, so I wanna be supportive.”

Harry could feel his posture slump slightly. The idea of someone being important in Ginny’s life wasn’t a bad thing, he felt happy for her actually, but he could also feel the curl of jealousy and he felt tired of it. “I’m glad,” Was his response, though he hoped Ron wouldn’t pick up the hint of resentment in his voice. It wasn’t that he wanted Ginny back; Harry just wanted someone of his own. “It’s good to be supportive of your siblings.”

Ron elbowed him with a grin as they entered the elevator to head back down to the auror department, “Then I guess you better get on that housewarming gift then.” Harry’s answering groan only cause Ron to laugh harder.

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What Harry was not expecting when returning to his desk from lunch was Draco Malfoy leaning against said desk with an annoyed expression. He blames that distraction as the reason why he jumped when Hermione placed a hand on his arm, and he finally noticed the fae from earlier standing behind her with a pleased expression not unlike the one they had before in the elevator. He also caught sight of the matching denim-coloured robes that both Hermione and Draco still had on, and he wondered if they were here on Unspeakable business.

“Harry, hey, great to see you. Did you eat enough during lunch?” Hermione asked, a pleasant expression on her face, and Harry could feel himself relax at the touch and sound of his best friend. He hadn’t realised how tense he had gotten so fast. Harry chuckled softly, shrugging.

“You know how Ron is.” Hermione just tutted in response before straightening her posture. 

“Alright, well, I hope I can pull you away from your work for a quick moment. I asked Head Auror Robards, and he said it’s fine.” She smiled innocently, and Hary narrowed his eyes in response.

“Well, if you asked the Head Auror than I can’t exactly say no, can I?”

“Oh Harry, you always have a choice!” He could hear a scoff coming from his left, where Draco still sat against Harry’s desk with his arms crossed, glaring at the carpeted floor, and Harry couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment in his head.

“Hermione, I never really have a choice when it comes to you.” Hermione huffs disapprovingly, narrowing her eyes before grabbing his elbow.

“Come, let’s talk.”

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The Last Song You Listened To

It’s called Resveilllez-vous, Chacun fidele because somehow I ended up on an Essence of the Renaissance playlist ? anyway,

because timeforalongstory tagged me. :)

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Timeforalongstory tagged me in the 10 questions game, sooooo here goes! :) 1. What’s your favorite video game/video game genre? Assassin's Creed! Omg I love Assassin's creed! It's got the right blend of historical to heroics and it has a plot line and wow I just love it. (Notable mention, Harvest Moon. That game's been addicting since forever.) 2. Would you rather read electronically (ebook, laptop screen, etc) or 3. physically (paper book)? Why? Well, you see, the thing is, ever since I got reading on my phone (aka fanfic) I can't stop? So I never read real books anymore. So probably ebooks I could keep on my phone? 3. If you could instantly gain one skill, what would it be? Ooooh that's difficult. Probably something I would never have the motivation to do, like something with sports or something. OOOH! I know! I'd be a ballerina. :) 4. What are your five most important values? Um. Um. Um. I've never really thought about it? So I'll give you a couple, though it's more advice than values: love yourself, be honest, be kind, but never let anyone stop you. 5. What’s the best thing about you? I'm adorable? I like to think I'm pretty nice. 6. What’s the most ambitious/brave thing you’ve ever done? Welp. I did actually finish a novel! (The first three chapters are on my writing blog, herecomesallthecottoncandy in case any of you are interested. 7. What are your thoughts on porn? In a solo context? In the context of a relationship? It's nice, but I probably won't write it? Uh, yeah you can still probably read/watch porn if you're in a relationship with me I don't really care? 8. Who’s your cradle-to-the-grave OTP/3/N? Not just the one you love right now, but the one that you’re still going to love when you’re 90? Oh jeez. That's hard, mate. That's hard. Probably Erik Lehnsherr/Charles Xavier that one's kind of timeless 9. The historical event that captivates you (good or bad) (stolen because awesome question) Ooooooh! Oh wow. Can I say everything? I've always had a really strange fondness for colonial America, and 19th century France (I blame you, Les mis! You!) but then again, the 40s/50s are always funtimes 10. How much time every day do you spend on the internet? Eeeee probs way too much tbh. But will I stop? No. Pretty much 24/7 unless I'm doing something else. Kind of addicted to fanfic. It's a difficulty. Aaaahhhhh now questions for you guys 1. What is the most important event in your life? 2.What is usually badly done in fanfic, do you think? 3. Describe your perfect romantic other 4. What's your favorite book—and I don't mean currently, I mean what has always been your favorite book, what book comforts you. 5. What do you want to see in fanfic but never do? 6. What's your favorite movie? Why? 7. What are your thoughts on affection 8. What do you hate seeing in fanfic? 9. If you could be anywhere right now, where? 10. If you could travel in time, where would you go? I tag klissme, simulatedemotions (aka the robot blog I'm sorry if I got it wrong it's almost midnight here), faespeak, timeforalongstory again (only if you want to) annnnd whoever else wants to 💜