I'm going to write a valentines day fic where the plot is similar to that of one Gilmore Girls episode, though I have the episode down, I'm completely lost as to who the character should be.
Potions, Politics and Physical Education? - Chasing Shadows (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1538496375-potions-politics-and-physical-education-chasing?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=lucatojamile
Oliver Wood lives and breathes Quidditch. Romance? What's that?
Eighteen years in, and the most exciting thing that's happened is maybe... possibly... kissing someone with glitter on their nose? Yeah, his social life needs a serious overhaul. Enter Flora, a whip-smart Slytherin who's got no time for broomsticks and all the time for... exercise? That's right. But for that, she needs Oliver's help.
When Flora challenges Oliver's single-minded, Quidditch-obsessed world with the shocking revelation that Hogwarts doesn't have P.E. and the outrageous request to become her personal "fitness coach", things get... complicated. Between accidental hand-holding, dorm room parties gone wild, and a simmering tension thicker than treacle tart, Oliver starts to realise that maybe there's more to life than winning the House Cup. But is he ready to trade his broomstick for a chance at real romance? And can a Slytherin and Gryffindor really find love amidst house rivalries and misplaced sports equipment?
Get ready for a hilarious and heartwarming tale of unexpected crushes, terrible dancing, and the discovery that sometimes, the best kind of magic happens off the Quidditch pitch. This is one potion of awkwardness, politics, and physical education that you won't want to miss!
Trigger warnings: MINORS DNI, Sirius Black Sass, Fingerfucking, Heavy touching, Both of them orgasm, #yay he found the clit, HOGWARTS IS A UNIVERSITY IN THIS FIC OOPS I FORGOT TO ADD
This is part of a fic I stopped writing a while back. I'm posting this to see if anyone would have any interest in me picking it back up again. It's eventually Sirius x Remus x James Potter's Sister/you if you want?
I awoke to several pounding knocks against my door. When they didn’t stop, I rolled out of bed and walked blindly to the door, grasping around for the handle. “James? What is it?” I asked, cracking the door open very slightly, so the light that was always on in the hallway wouldn’t blind me even further. The face staring back at me wasn’t James.
No, it was the stupidly, maddeningly, devilishly handsome Sirius Black, grinning down at me as he leaned against the doorway. Without even looking away from his face, I became achingly aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, and soon I felt a light blush spreading across my cheeks.
He clicked his tongue. “You’re no better than a man, are you? I can practically hear your thoughts from where I’m standing.”
“Hmm, and what am I saying in my head? If it’s anything other than ‘it’s too early to be awake, and if you ever do this again I’ll kill you,’ then you’d be wrong.” I went to shut the door in his face but he quickly stopped me, his hand shooting out and grasping my wrist through the gap in the doorway.
“Don’t you want to hear what I was going to say? What if it was an emergency?” He asked, a fake tone of hurt in his voice.
“I’m going back to bed,” I said grumpily, turning on my heel and walking back into my room, not caring if he stayed or left.
“Perfect! I was just about to ask you if I could come too,” he said, strutting into my room right after me and shutting the door behind himself.
“What? Are you crazy? You’re surrounded by three people who would kill you if they ever saw us together,” I said, stalking forward and placing one hand on his chest and trying to push him towards the door, except he didn’t budge.
He grinned lazily. “Aw, come on. Your parents would never kill me. They love me more than you! And I’m just choosing not to think about James right now.”
I glowered at him for a few seconds before letting my hand drop to my side. I let out a small breath. “Fine. Just for tonight.”
“If you say so,” he said cheekily, grabbing my hand and dragging me over to my bed and waiting for me to lie down before he followed. “Touching? No touching?”
“Minimal touching. As little as you can,” I said. “I don’t want Remus smelling us on each other tomorrow. He always looks so bothered by it, even if he says he’s not.”
“You know why,” Sirius said, letting one of his broad hands slip under my sleep shirt and caress the soft skin of my stomach. He posed it like a statement, but it hung in the air like a question.
“Yes, I know why. I’ve let him know that I have no problem with him. . . the way he is, and that you don’t have an issue with it either, but he’s very stubborn.” I said, gasping softly as Sirius’s hands brushed over my chest before pinching each of my nipples until they were brushing against my shirt, almost uncomfortably. I arched my back into his clothed cock, and shuddered at the warmth of it pressing into my ass.
“It’s a shame we can’t fuck,” Sirius whispered, his voice filled with lust. “I’ve wanted you all summer.”
“Have you?” I said, raising an eyebrow he couldn’t see. Last year at Hogwarts, the most we’d been was friends-that-would-fuck-on-occasion. I had wanted him too, but I wasn’t willing to admit that. I turned around to face him, wrapping one leg around his torso. “I suppose I can allow a little reward for all of that waiting, then.”
He laughed softly as one of his hands snaked down in between our bodies to pull my shorts to the side and rubbed my slick pussy, pinching and teasing my clit until I had to bury my face into the side of his neck to hide my suppressed moans. “I suppose I’ll allow you acting like you’re the dominant one here, when you’re clearly not.”
“Who says?” I said breathily, as he stroked my lower stomach sensually while his other hand pumped two of his fingers in and out of my slit rather roughly.
“Me, of course. Come.” He said, grinning sharply as he curled his fingers suddenly, using his thumb to press down on my clit as an unexpected and rather strong orgasm rushed over me. It was no sooner than I had come down from my high when he was positioning his cock at my cunt, the small amount of fluids pearling along his tip mixing with my fresh orgasm as he slid inside me with one, smooth thrust.
He must’ve anticipated the moan I would make, because he quickly bent down to cover my sounds with a deep, searching kiss that could’ve gone on for ages if he let it. With one hand in the curve of my waist, and the other holding my thighs spread open, he thrust into me at his own desired pace, occasionally breaking the long, sweet kisses to lick and suck around my breasts. “I missed you, Aurora.”
“Missed me? Or missed fucking me?” I asked, my toes curling as he bit the side of my breast.
“Silly question. I missed both you and fucking you,” he said, brushing a piece of hair from my face as his thrusts got faster and deeper, which meant he was about to cum. “Which is why I’ll be taking full advantage of sixth years having their own rooms this year. I can– and will, do anything I want to you without the risk of someone walking in. With your consent, of course.”
“Like what?” I asked, looking up at him curiously, as he bit back a loud moan. “What will you do to me?”
“I’ll tell you this. . . I did some shopping over the summer– with you in mind.” He said raspily, finally releasing to whatever image he had in his head and filling me up with his cum.
I said nothing to this, but not because I was scared. I was curiouser than ever at what he had in store for me. After a few more orgasms on both of our parts, given and received, we cleaned up as best we could without turning on the showers and waking everyone up, and then went to bed.
Summary: Someone knows she is the soulmates to the Slytherin gang but keeps quiet because they are also her bullies. What will happen when they find out her secret?
"hey Mudblood!" Some Slytherins called out to a firey strawberry blonde. Said blonde signed, not wanting to deal with them she blend into the wall. The Slytherins looked around and she was no where to be seen. "I know I saw that Mudblood here." Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Mattheo Riddle, Blaise Zabini and Pansy Parkinson. The Slytherin Gang. But to the Hufflepuff with light pink hair, they were her soulmates, the only thing those is; they didn't know. "Does anyone else feel the sadden longing?" Theodore asked.
Her eyes widened. 'Shit I forgot to take my meds, today'. She walked away but her little invisibility spell have out. They saw her. "There!" You ran pass all of the students 'Shit! Come on! I just need to get to the common room!' all the way to the dungeons before she tripped and hit her head. This causing her vision to black out.
Said Slytherins that we're following the female running, saw her hit her head and they went up to her. Theodore kneeled down and turned her over. He pick the girl up bridal style. "Let's bring her to our dorm. I can check her." Pansy said.
The next time the muggle born woke up, she noticed the green blankets, in a panic Allison quickly shot up and looked around. "Woah calm down, you hit your head really hard." Pansy said sitting next to you. "Now care to explain why you didn't tell us, your our last piece?" Mattheo said from the edge of the bedframe.
This is for a friend of mine. Go check out her story. '5 Snakes and a badger'
chapter one - the note // light me up : a draco malfoy fic
a/n : hello ! this is chapter one of light me up. it is a bit short- i really want to get outside opinions on what you think ; i hope you enjoy ! seeing as i have exactly 0 followers on this here blog this story will also be posted on wattpad (where i’m known as starlight--writes) . it’s a bit easier to grow on there , but i figured theres always a chance of someone finding this fic on here and falling in love with it . anyways , if you’re seeing this , reblogs and notes are always appreciated . requests are open as well ! k , bye (:
reblogs are always appreciated ! <3
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Charms was your least favorite class of the day. Usually you looked forward to it, eagerly awaiting getting to sit next to your boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, but in the week that the two of you had broken up, it had been torture. You still had to sit with him- the seating was assigned that way, but now instead of kisses when you walked in and holding hands under the table, it was forced smiles and awkward greetings.
So far, you’d spent the whole class looking down at your lap, tangling your fingers together and trying to take up as little space as possible. Maybe, if you were still enough, he would just forget you were there. You made no noise, no sudden movements; essentially, acting like you didn’t even exist. However, that illusion was broken when Nearly Headless Nick has floated in through the back wall, holding a letter that he handed to Professor Flitwick. He read it over silently, then looked up and directly at you. He cleared his throat and stepped down from the pile of books he stood on, and shuffled over to you.
“Miss Y/L/N, it seems you are needed elsewhere. When you finish, please see me for the homework,” he said with a warm smile, handing you the parchment he was holding.
You smiled back- Professor Flitwick had always been nice to you- and grabbed your bag without even reading the short note; if it meant not having to be so close to Cedric, you were happy for the excuse. As you got up, you felt a gentle tug on your sleeve and your stomach flew up into your throat. Looking up, you saw Cedric smile and drop his grip on your shirt.
“When you’re done, can we talk?” he asked quietly, trying not to draw any attention to either of you. “I’d like to. I’ll wait in the library after classes.”
You couldn’t muster a vocal response- this was the most he’d said to you in a week, and from the look on his face, it seemed important. You just nodded and fled the room, trying to compose yourself before the pumpkin pastie you had eaten before Charms came back up.
Once you were in the silent, stony hallway, you took a deep breath. Everything was fine. He probably just wanted his jumper back- it was his favorite, and he’d given it to you for pajamas a while ago. You leaned your head back against the cool cobblestone of the hallway, and retrieved the note from your bag, reading it over twice before you fully comprehended the meaning.
Miss Y/LN,
Excuse the interruption of your class- upon review of your marks, it seems that you will be quite alright missing a charms class and upholding your grade. The staff have deliberated the results of your try out for Slytherin House’s Quidditch Team, and we are glad to offer you the position of a back-up seeker. Please meet the current Slytherin seeker- Draco Malfoy- in the dining hall for a private practice.
We hope this letter finds you well,
Slytherin House Quidditch Staff
You tried to contain your excitement, but couldn’t wipe the grin off of your face as you made your way to the Dining Hall. You had mostly tried out for Quidditch as a one off thing, to get Cedric to shut up about it. You absolutely hadn’t expected to be chosen and assigned a spot, so the letter was the only bright point in your week so far. As you entered the great hall, you saw the white-blonde head you were supposed to be meeting leaned over a roll of parchment, chewing on his lower lip.
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Draco Malfoy was in the same year as you- the same house as well- but the two of you had never talked much. Your social circles weren’t intertwined, and besides the few classes you had with him, you didn’t run into him often. As you walked over to him, you dimly wondered if he even knew your name.
“Draco? I’m supposed to meet with you, right?” you asked, timidly. He looked up from his books to meet your eyes.
“Oh, right. Sorry, I’m trying to get this Potions work done, but…” he tapered off, shaking his head. “Anyway. Sorry- but yes, Flint asked me to meet with you. Y/N, right?”
“Right,” you said with a nod, “Yeah. And I have the answers for the Potions homework, if you want them.”
Draco gathered all his things, shoving them into his bag and asked, “Really? Oh. Wait. Aren't you in my potions class?”
You nodded, and went to fish the paper out of your book, wondering why you’d offered in the first place. You weren’t one to let others copy. “Yeah. I finished it last night, so you can look over it, if you want to,” you replied, handing him the parchment. He took the roll from your hand, giving you a half-smile.
“Thank you. I can’t seem to understand Potions, like, ever, so I appreciate it. I promise, this will only take a couple minutes; I’ll have you out on the field right after.”
You settled beside him and pulled out your Charms book- might as well finish reading the chapter while you have the time. You could hear Draco muttering the words under his breath as he scratched them down with his quill, and found that oddly endearing. Besides him being the seeker for Slytherin, and his constant feud with Harry Potter, you really didn’t know much about the tall boy sitting next to you, so that fact that you knew how he took notes seemed almost… intimate. Like something you shouldn’t know, but you did. As you pondered on this, you started to wonder what else you didn’t know about him. You referenced the general knowledge of him you’d picked up over the last six years.
Name- Draco Malfoy (son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, who were well known in the wizard community. Kind of a dark family, though.)
Year- 6
Position- Seeker
Attributes- tall, handsome, good Quidditch player, constantly nagging at harry potter for reasons unknown, friends with Crabbe and Goyle, mumbles while taking notes. Had never had a girlfriend, to your knowledge, but had many hookups. Quiet and brooding and slightly scary. Very intimidating, and taller than you’d think. He smelled good, like citrus and musk and old parchment, and his hair looked soft. He was a pretty boy, really. Scarily pretty.
You were still trying to think of anything you’d heard about him, other than the general assumptions of him: good looking, but a woeful git to just about everyone, when he shut his book and slid the roll of parchment back over to you.
“Thanks, again. So you’re gunning for my spot on the team?” he asked, packing up his things. You felt your face flush, and didn’t know how to respond when he chuckled and spoke up. “I’m kidding. It’s always good to have backup players, for when we get hurt. You must’ve really impressed Flint- he was going on and on about the ‘new girl’ at practice.”
Your cheeks got hot again as the two of you walked out of the dining hall and through the passages leading out to the field. “I guess so. I really didn’t think anything would come of me trying out.”
Draco ran a hand through his hair and walked out into the courtyard. “Really? What took you so long to try out, if you don't mind me asking? We’re always looking for new talent.”
You looked up at him out of the corner of your eye, and saw that he was waiting on an answer. “Um- I really didn’t ever think about playing, honestly. Over last summer, I was dragged into a game by a couple of friends, and they told me I had a knack for it. Then Cedric wouldn’t stop bugging me about trying to join the team, so I did.”
“That’s right. Isn’t he your boyfriend?”
You felt your heart pang at his words, and gave him a tight lipped smile. “He was. We aren’t really together anymore.”
“Oh. I’m sorry, I didn't know. I’ve just seen you two around, so I assumed…” he trailed off, looking down at you with sympathetic eyes.
“It’s fine. It was pretty recent that we,” you hesitated, almost choking on the words. “It was recently that we split up. No one really knows yet, besides close friends.”
Draco nodded, pulling a key out of his pocket. He unlocked a door on the side of the castle that you didn’t even realize existed, and walked into the cramped room. It was full of Quidditch supplies- practice jerseys, brooms, and the trunk that held all the equipment. He picked it up, and you could see the muscles in his forearms flexing and shifting under his pale skin as he held the heavy trunk.
“Well, I won't tell anyone. I’m sorry, I know how that can be. Will you grab two of those?” he asked, nodding at the wall behind you. Multiple brooms were mounted on it, and you grabbed two, following him out of the room. You replayed his sentence in your head. ‘I know how that can be.’ and wondered if you had missed something. You’d never seen Draco with a girl, much less a girlfriend. But maybe he was one to keep his relationships quiet. It made things much easier when you broke up if no one knew you were dating anyone in the first place.
“Yeah. It’s been… it hasn’t been fun. But, anyway, I really tried out because of that. When I didn’t hear anything for a bit, I figured that I hadn’t made it.”
“Yeah, the review takes a long time. Snape has the whole team review tryouts, then selects certain people to start training. Just about everyone was impressed with yours, though.”
“Well that’s good, right? I mean, if I’m being trained, I assume that I made it.”
Draco smiled down at you, dropping the trunk on the grass. “Welcome to the team. Let’s see what you can do.”
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After a few hours of flying about Draco started packing the trunk back up, strapping the snitch back into place. The curls that had previously adorned your head had fallen limp from flying, and you were out of breath as the two of you walked back to the supply cabinet.
“I can see why Flint was so impressed. You really could take my spot, if you wanted it,” Draco said with a smile, unlocking the hidden door once more.
“I don’t think so. But thank you.”
He placed the trunk back on a shelf, and turned to you, crossing his arms. Again, you watched the muscles ripple under his skin and tried not to flush. “You really are good. Maybe not better than me, but good,” he said, and you could feel his eyes on you as you returned the brooms to their wall mountings.
“I’ve seen you play, Malfoy. If you can take the snitch out from under Cedric’s nose, then I'm not sure I'll be put to much use.”
“Oh, please. Cedric isn’t what I would call competition’” he joked, locking the door behind the two of you. “And if you were watching Cedric play, how would you know if I’m any good?” he raised an eyebrow at you, and your heart fluttered in your chest.
You’d always known Draco was good looking- it was hard not to notice that- but he was also wickedly funny, and quick witted. You felt better than you had in a week for the first time today, and you didn’t doubt that some of it had to do with the blonde boy beside you.
“Just because I was dating someone in a different house doesn’t mean I ever stopped rooting for ours. I know where my loyalties lie.”
He gave you a sweet smile, and the two of you continued walking back to the castle in comfortable silence. When you ducked back into the bustling hallways from the courtyard, Draco cleared his throat, stopping in the small alcove.
“So. Um, I think we should probably do this again. You did almost all solo flying today, but you need to feel the pressure of racing against someone as well. That’s half of being a seeker, is racing your opponent. Do you have a free period sometime this week?” he asked, and you felt your heart stir again- while you might’ve needed more training, you had a nagging feeling that it was a little more than that. The two of you had a good time, and you hadn’t seen Draco smile that much in the whole six years you’d been at Hogwarts with him.
“Sure. I have two on Thursday. Just let me know when you’re free; I’m in the common room a lot, so I should be easy to find.”
He grinned down at you, his blonde hair flopping down and over his forehead and cleared his throat. “Okay. sounds good. I’ll see you later, then?”
You nodded, and gave him a smile. “I’ll see you around.”
Last Spring/Summer I posted the first part of my drarry fic, The Alchemist Chronicle. The first part, A Handful of Snakes, was received very well, which I’m super thankful for. It currently has over 7,000 hits and dozens of comments, which I still can’t wrap my head around. If you’re one of my readers, I just want to extend a big thank you to you!
I hope you’ll join me as I keep updating the second part, The Lion Codex, over the Winter/Spring of 2021. Like the first part, it will consist of 25 chapters.
Here’s the link to find the Alchemist Chronicle on AO3!
If you’re not familiar with this work, I’ll paste the introduction here so you may get a better idea of what it’s about.
“This series is my Drarry canon - it explores in depth the character arch that I think Draco truly deserved. Harry, whose traumatic upbringing often goes ignored, also receives a more humane treatment from an author point of view.
In the first part, A Handful of Snakes, we discover what happened to Harry Potter and many of his friends soon after the Battle of Hogwarts, and how he came to know Draco Malfoy and become close with him. Harry and Draco's relationship does not go unnoticed by Draco's family, and it seems he will be forced to cut ties with them for good.
At the end of A Handful of Snakes it is revealed that the case of Draco's family feud is much more complex than either Harry or Draco knew to expect. The pair is forced out of their now settled-down life, and in the second part of the Alchemist Chronicle, The Lion Codex, they must embark on a mission to find out once and for all just how much they're willing to risk to stay together.
Notes:
This work is a fanfiction based on the characters and events of the Harry Potter series created by J.K.Rowling.
It is mostly according to the currently available canon of the Harry Potter universe (excluding certain historical details about wizard hygiene that never should have never seen the light of day). With that being said, Nymphadora Tonks and Remus Lupin are also still alive in this work. (I simply believe another boy without parents in one series is a bit... overkill, you know?)”
The Alchemist Chronicle is rated M for mature content (smut), and no archive warnings apply.
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My new Dramione story on Ao3.
Summary:
"I hate and I love. Why I do this, perhaps you ask.
I know not, but I feel it happening and I am tortured" - Catullus
In the wizarding world of the 15th century, Lord Draco Malfoy, pureblood and powerful, falls in love with a muggleborn servant girl named Hermione. He is married. She is promised to another. He is a Lord and she a lowly mudblood. But he wants her more than anything and he has never taken “No” for an answer. As his love turns to jealousy and his jealousy to possessiveness, he commits an unspeakable act against her. An act that can never be undone.
Summary: To be honest, Renee and Draco's relationship is as complicated as it is. Besides her brother and him being destined rivals, Draco discovered that he had a soft side for Renee - even though he hates to admit it. It all started last year when they had an argument in Potions class and it just so happened it ended with them making out in the third floor girl's bathroom. Did they like each other? That they were unsure. Did they still continue hooking up? Definitely.
Chapter 1
"Have it your way," she said before disapparating to Merlin knows where.
Lily Renee Potter has always been a cunning and sneaky girl. Much to a lot of people's surprise, she's quite the opposite of her infamous twin, Harry Potter - yes that Harry Potter. A lot of people aren't really aware that she exists since Voldemort attempted to kill Harry first which obviously backfired, pegging Harry as the boy who lived or whatnot. All Renee knew was that if she was the first target of that unforgivable curse, then she would probably not live to experience the joys of partying.
Always out and about, Renee never feared the Dursley's petty rules of staying indoors. She would always sneak out in the middle of the night to wander around bustling London. Compared to her brother, Renee enjoys the company of Muggles. Acquainted with the social media trend, Renee has quite an audience who enjoys her food reviews and fashion sense. Oddly enough, she's glad that she lives behind her brother's shadow because she gets to enjoy the joys of the non-wizarding world.
Walking through the lively Soho district, she enters a pub filled with plenty of people. She moves past several drunk guys until finally reaching one of her friends, Zoe. Oddly enough, she's the only one she could trust despite her being a Muggle. They used to be good friends back in Muggle primary school and ever since then, they were partners in crime when it comes to sneaking around with their fake IDs. Zoe was fully aware of Renee's roots which took a lot of convincing growing up, but she eventually learned to see her best friend for who she is.
"Hey!" Zoe screamed amidst the loud audio. "You chopped off your hair!"
Renee's hands instinctively went to her short bob, touching the strands that now rested on the level of her throat. Just like any other girl, the spontaneous decision eventually crept into her mind as she dyed half of it blonde. Now she was left with black hair from her roots, and a bright platinum blonde color trailing her strands towards the end.
"Yeah," she replies. "I have a feeling I'm going to regret it tomorrow though."
"Nonsense!" Zoe says. "You look a hundred times better!"
"Lies!" she says jokingly as she takes a sip of her drink. The music was blaring as usual but she really wasn't in the mood to party tonight. She just wanted a time out from everything, especially since she was going back to Hogwarts tomorrow. She can't help but think about what Harry said about the possibility of Voldemort coming back stronger. With so much attention from the school, the Ministry, and even their friends, it's hard to miss the impending doom they were about to face. As much as she doesn't like thinking about it, the thought of losing her brother crept up every once in a while - especially after the conversation they had earlier.
It didn't take long for Zoe to realize her glum expression as she said, "is something bothering you?"
"It's nothing, Harry and I got into a fight," she replied.
"Oh bummer. What happened?" she asked as she took another swig of her beer.
"Just something stupid," Renee lied, not bothering to explain how Harry didn't want her to go to Hogwarts this year. Did he really think she would allow him to face that noseless prick alone? Did he think she couldn't handle it? And did he really think he could get away with it because he's the chosen one?
Renee chugs down her bottle empty as she tries to forget about it. Although she loves her best friend, she utterly hates the pitiful expression she has whenever they would talk about these things - especially since these problems were way beyond her.
Renee didn't have that many friends - may it be in Hogwarts or in England. Sure, she has several connections from brands, but never a close circle wherein she could confide to. Bottling up her emotions was fairly normal for her as she was the Slytherin counterpart of her brother.
"Hey I'm gonna go get some air," she says before disappearing into the large crowd. She makes her way to the building's rooftop and sits down on the ledge. Ever since she became a regular in this pub, the rooftop eventually became one of her favorite places to stay since nobody usually goes up there. Whenever she needed time to think or just space out, it was definitely her go to.
She sat at the far end corner, just behind the entrance - the usual. The lights on the roof evaded her position, making her blend in with the darkness. Her feet dangled about 10 feet into the air as she closed her eyes.
If only it could just stay like this forever, she thought. She looks at the beautiful London skyline, taking in the view she knew she would miss when she goes back to Hogwarts. Obviously the castle is legendary and magical as it is, although a small part of her wishes she wasn't part of that world - the world that brought so much trauma to her brother, the world that demanded so much from them, and the world that made them lose their parents. It was all just too much to handle for seventeen year old Renee.
She hears a loud thud in the rooftop door as she instinctively takes out her wand. She hides the weapon behind her as she carefully watches the boy who unwelcomingly distrubed her solace. Without warning, the boy kicks the plastic chair in front of him. He was muttering curses as he let out his frustration on the low grade polymer chair.
Well this is awkward, she thought. He probably doesn't know he's not alone.
"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck." he says. Still kicking the poor plastic as if it wasn't lifeless to begin with, Renee looks at him curiously as it reaches the other side of the roof. His anger didn't seem to cease as the chair retained its ergonomically practical design.
Renee didn't judge him though, life could be a bitch sometimes and it just so happens that this guy had a way of expressing his sorrows unlike her. She found herself almost jealous of him for it though - almost.
Now he's holding the chair up with his arms and much to her dismay, it landed near her. The sound of the immortal low grade polymer crashing to the cement being the only thing that stood between her and the boy.
"Well, fuck." she mutters under her breath.
"Who are you?" the boy asks in an accusing tone, neglecting his dreadful opponent made of plastic. He steps into the light, his bright blonde hair giving his features a glow.
Renee squints as she covers her mouth in shock. "No way! What are you doing here?" She stands up and walks towards the boy who looked just as shocked as her.
"Potter?" he hisses. "What are you doing here?!"
"I'm surprised to see you too Malfoy," Renee rolls her eyes as she relaxes her grip on her wand. She looks at the boy in awe, remembering how it's been two months since they last saw each other. She softens at the though of him, the only boy she's ever grown to like. Unlike her brother, Draco Malfoy surprisingly didn't really bother her that much - well at least not anymore. Of course he was a rude little git to most people in Hogwarts, but Renee and Draco had a special connection - one that involved lust and cravings.
"I didn't know a pure-blood like you would bother exploring this horrendous Muggle rooftop," she says sarcastically. "Now tell me what in the world did this chair do to you?"
He rolled his eyes as he took out a cigarette from his pocket. With a blank expression, Renee looks at him from head to toe. He obviously looked like he'd seen better days judging from his disheveled blonde hair, his loose dress shirt slightly unbuttoned, and the dark circles under his eyes. As much as Renee was in shock of his state and how the hell he obtained cigarettes, she was tired enough as it is to bother. Draco looks out to the horizon, both his elbows resting on the ledge beside Renee, as she found herself mimicking his actions.
It was quiet - a surprisingly comfortable silence which she was thankful for. Both of them stayed like that as Draco inhaled the tobacco in his system, releasing a puff of smoke into the air. He passes the cigar to her, without even looking her way. She takes it from him, and with a deep breath, does the same.
"I despise your brother, you know that right?" Draco says bitterly, still looking straight ahead.
"You don't say," she snorts, taking in another swig of the silent killing machine. "If it makes you feel better, he doesn't really like you too."
This time, he laughs. Renee looks at him, seeing the wrinkles at the bottom of his smile and the way he nonchalantly brushes off his hair. If Harry would have been here, there would be no doubt he would protectively drag her away from his sworn enemy. Instead here she was, observing the small details her proximal view of him had to offer.
Draco shifts as he catches her looking at him. With a smirk he says, "like what you see?"
"Not really, you just look hideous," which turned out to be both a lie and a truth. To be honest, Renee and Draco's relationship is as complicated as it is. Besides her brother and him being destined rivals, Draco discovered that he had a soft side for Renee - even though he hates to admit it. It all started last year when they had an argument in Potions class and it just so happened it ended with them making out in the third floor girl's bathroom. Did they like each other? That they were unsure. Did they still continue hooking up? Definitely.
This caused him to shoot her an annoyed glare which she reciprocated with a laugh. "You're slowly killing yourself, you know," she says.
Draco's face grew pale as he looked at her with a shocked expression. He wasn't sure what she meant by it but somehow, he felt like he couldn't breathe.
Renee notices his tense expression, wondering why he took it so seriously. She motions to the cigarette between his fingers, "those are deadly."
Just like that, his shoulders managed to relax as if he'd been holding his breath underwater. Everything about the night felt weird on so many levels.
He drops the stick on to the pavement, stepping on it to put out the small fire. He paces toward the far end of the roof, and to her surprise, takes the low grade polymer chair and sets it in front of her.
"Sit."
Normally she wouldn't do what he says, but again, the night was weird. She sat on the chair as Draco sat on the ledge of the roof, but instead of looking at the horizon, he was facing her. The moonlight gives his exhausted features a bit of glow as he looks at her with his intense gaze. He opens his mouth to say something but decides to keep it to himself. He was acting very strange right now, especially since Renee was used to seeing the confident and dignified Draco Malfoy walking along the hallways of Hogwarts like he owns the place. But right now, all she could see was a boy drowning in his thoughts, unsure about where the night would lead him.
"So are we just going to act like this isn't awkward at all?" Renee breaks the silence as she looks at Draco, his mouth forming a small smirk.
"I don't think we're close enough to share our family issues with each other," he spats. "Not that you would know, your parents are dead."
She knew she had every right to be offended, but his insults were getting rather unoriginal. "At least I'm not the one beating up a chair. Clearly someone has more problems."
Renee stands up, heading towards the door. Having a peaceful moment with Draco Malfoy was obviously too good to be true. As much as she disliked reuniting with some random strangers downstairs, she thought it would be better than wasting her time with this evil little cockroach.
"Hey where are you going?" he calls out to her. Seeing how she wasn't looking back, he disapparated in front of the door, holding it down before she could open it.
"I'm sorry." he says in a low tone, almost like a whisper. "Stay?"
Renee heaves out a sigh as she makes her way back into the chair. She sees the regretful look on Draco's face as he scratches the back of his head. The awkward atmosphere was clearly enough to make both of them uneasy.
"I escaped from a party at the Manor," Draco says silently. "I didn't like being surrounded by.."
He looks to his side and then to Renee as he lets out a huge sigh, "my family's friends."
Renee wasn't stupid enough to not know that the Malfoys were associated to Death Eaters, it was basically a common fact. She could see his bothered expression as he looked at his shoes. Although Draco and Renee weren't the best of friends, she had a grasp of his personality based on their encounters. Contrary to hasty generalizations, Slytherins do have feelings - they just don't show it to most people. What annoyed Renee was how the other houses easily judge them for their desire for success when in reality, a lot of work is poured into it. Being cunning and resourceful might take a part of it but the constant effort to be better than themselves is a trait that tends to be misunderstood. Same goes with emotions - not every Slytherin manifests hate, they have vulnerable sides as well.
If there was anything she felt towards Draco other than the understandable annoyance, it would be sympathy. Behind his dignified family name, he looks rather burdened with it - even though he doesn't admit it.
"I don't judge," she says as she looks at the stars above them. He swallowed the lump on his throat as it occurred to him that she knows, she knows. "And I don't blame you either."
Draco looks at her intently. His eyes locked into hers as they trailed down to her lips. She prayed that the darkness would hide the blush creeping on her cheeks. She hated how he had this effect on her - it prevents her from thinking of any witty comebacks.
A smirk was plastered on Draco's face as he got on his feet. He grabbed the other unharmed low grade polymer chair as he set it beside her. Renee looks at him, feeling rather hot than when she came into the rooftop just a while ago. She crosses her arms, pulling her coat closer to her body.
"I miss having sex with you," Draco blurted out.
This caused Renee to cough - really loud. That was the last thing she expected him to say, especially after such a sensitive topic. Too many nights caught up in each other's skin eventually lead to him saying it so casually. As much as she hates to admit it, Renee knew that deep down that there was more to her attachment to Draco. A small part of her regrets how she easily allows herself to be consumed by him yet still continues to ignore the thought as much as she can.
Renee remembered the first time they did it when Draco made it clear he didn't want any strings attached in their whole ordeal. She wasn't sure why she agreed when it was obvious that being really close to him made her heart flutter. Perhaps it was safe to say that she had a bit of hope he would eventually learn to like her, but it's been going on for months yet the nicest thing he's ever said to her was to not get caught whenever she sneaks out his dorm. Of course she feels pathetic - but she's here, with him and she forgets about her feelings for a while.
"Sorry, I don't really have sex with people I just meet on some random rooftop," she teases. Draco's cheeky grin appeared and it took every fiber Renee had to prevent her from crashing her lips into his.
"How far would you go then?" he asks, resting his hand on her knee. Renee could feel chills in her entire body as he moved his thumb back and forth. Draco notices her off-guard expression as he trails his hands up to her waist, holding the hem of her shirt.
"Is this too far?" he suggested cockily.
"Not even close," she managed to breathe out.
Draco took this as a sign to move his hands up higher, gently massaging her breast. The cold London air sending her goosebumps as Draco bit his lip, obviously amused at his own doing. Renee closes her eyes in approval as a small moan escapes her lips. This was the last thing she ever imagined doing tonight.
Her body squirms under his touch as she shifts herself closer to him. She bites her lip as his other hand squeezes her bum. She felt too much, all at once. Initially, she really didn't mind the two months of vacation but this night made her remember all the things she had been missing out.
She looks at him. She sees the boy that fills her thoughts, body and cravings. She sees the boy that hides behind his confident aura to compensate for the love he never had. She sees the boy who could never give her half of what she feels for him.
Out of nowhere, the door to the roof swings open as a drunk man stumbles outside. Both Draco and Renee instinctively fixed themselves, hoping they didn't look too obvious. She could see Draco's cocky grin from her peripheral view and she just really wanted to punch him at that moment. Much to their relief, the man fainted even before saying something to them. Draco stands up as he straightens the creases of his pants, looking at a flustered Renee.
"Well that's enough fun for tonight," Draco winks at her. "I should really head back to the Manor before they find out I'm gone."
Renee rolls her eyes as she says, "of course they would know by now. You were taking much of your time."
"See you tomorrow, angel." He smirked before disapparating back to his home.
To say that Renee was disappointed of herself was an understatement. She doesn't know why she even bothers, she was breaking the first rule in casual hookups. It wasn't good for both of them, especially given her brother's relationship with him. She knew that getting involved with Draco this year would make things more complicated. Then it occurred to her - the excitement and pain all at once as she thought of the boy with bright blonde hair.
Just on cue, Renee's phone beeped. She looked at the sender as she tried to hide the smile forming on her lips. 'Your hair suits you.'
She knew she was definitely going to regret this, but all she could think about was that all her demons had his smile. It was in the form of Draco Malfoy.
