Pansy: So, how’s the school play going, Granger?
Hermione:How’s it going? Let’s see… Neville forgets his lines every time Theo looks at him. Blaise flirts with Ron so much that our stage crew had to dim the lights just to cool the room down.
Pansy: That sounds… spicy.
Hermione: Oh, it gets better. Harry and Draco are currently making out on stage.
Pansy: …I didn’t know there was a kissing scene.
Hermione: There isn’t.
Hermione: I said “Cut” five minutes ago.
Pansy: Oh.
Hermione:Oh?! They’re still going at it! I think they forgot they’re supposed to be enemies in this play!
Pansy: Enemies? Please, they’re one misplaced breath away from an engagement.
Ron (somewhere offstage): Blaise, stop touching me, it’s not part of the scene!
Blaise: I’m improvising.
Theo: Neville, your line.
Neville: Your eyes are—wait, what were my eyes again?
Hermione:Your line!
Neville: Right, right. “Your eyes are… like… plants.”
Theo: …Romantic.
Hermione:This is fine. Everything is fine.
Pansy: Should I get popcorn?
Hermione: Get McGonagall ,Readmore
When you try to direct a school play but accidentally host Hogwarts’ most chaotic love pentagon.
The year was defined by spectacle. It was the year of foreign tongues echoing in the corridors, of a burning goblet, of dragons, and of the Triwizard Tournament. For most students, the atmosphere at Hogwarts was electric, a constant hum of excitement that vibrated through the stone floors.
For Draco Malfoy, however, the Fourth Year felt less like a celebration and more like a tightening noose.
The common room of Slytherin House was submerged in its usual sub-aquatic gloom, illuminated by the green lamps that cast long, skeletal shadows against the tapestries. It was late—well past curfew—and the room was mostly empty, save for the dying embers in the grate and a solitary figure seated at a table in the far corner, almost swallowed by the darkness.
Draco sat on a plush leather sofa near the fire, staring into the flames. He looked exhausted. The pale, pointed architecture of his face seemed sharper than usual, his skin possessing a translucent, unhealthy pallor. The "Potter Stinks" badges he had distributed with such glee weeks ago now felt heavy in his pocket, a juvenile prank that failed to distract him from the whispers in the manor at home. The Dark Mark had appeared in the sky at the World Cup. His father was tense. Karkaroff was pacing the halls. Something was shifting, and Draco, for the first time, felt small.
He dragged his eyes away from the fire and looked toward the corner table.
YN Dumbledore sat there, surrounded by a fortress of books.
It was a cosmic joke, really. The great-niece of the greatest blood-traitor of them all, Albus Dumbledore, Sorted into Slytherin. For three years, Draco had watched her navigate the Snake Pit with a detached, cool elegance. She wasn’t bullied—she was too brilliant for that, and her magic had a bite to it that even Crabbe and Goyle instinctively feared—but she was isolated. She carried the name of the Headmaster like a shield, or perhaps a target.
They had rarely spoken. A nod here, a sneer there. But tonight, the silence between them felt different. It was the silence of two people who were the only ones awake in a world that didn't understand them.
Draco stood up, his limbs feeling stiff. He needed a distraction. He needed to pick a fight, or at least prove he existed. He walked over to her table.
"Studying for O.W.L.s two years early, Dumbledore?" he drawled. His voice lacked its usual venom; it was merely tired. "Trying to prove you’re not just a nepotism case?"
YN didn’t look up immediately. She finished writing a sentence on a roll of parchment with a eagle-feather quill, then carefully dotted the end. She blew on the ink before raising her eyes. They were a piercing blue, startlingly similar to the Headmaster’s, but without the twinkle. Hers were calculating, cold, and tired.
"Insomnia, Malfoy," she said, her voice smooth and low. "Though I suppose that’s a big word for you. Shall I use smaller ones?"
Draco scoffed, pulling out the chair opposite her and sitting down without invitation. "I’m awake because I choose to be. Unlike you, hiding in the corner."
"I’m not hiding. I’m working." She gestured to the open text. Advanced Theoretical Arithmancy. "Some of us don't rely on our father's influence to pass classes."
"Watch your mouth," Draco snapped, though there was no heat in it. He slumped in the chair, rubbing his temples. "My father expects excellence. I provide it."
"You provide the drama," YN corrected, finally closing the book. She looked at him, really looked at him, analyzing the dark circles under his eyes and the slight tremor in his hand. "You look terrible, Draco."
It was the use of his first name that caught him off guard. She never used it.
"I’ve been practicing," he muttered, defensive.
"Practicing what? Looking like a corpse?"
"Spells. Defensive magic." He glanced around to ensure they were truly alone. "With Moody prowling around and Potter getting all the glory... one has to be prepared."
YN leaned back, crossing her arms. "Prepared for what? It’s a tournament. You aren't in it."
"Not for the tournament," he hissed. "For... everything else."
He didn't need to elaborate. YN Dumbledore knew more than she let on. Being a Dumbledore in Slytherin meant she heard the whispers of the children of Death Eaters, and she saw the letters her great-uncle received. She knew the lines were being drawn in the sand, and she knew exactly where Draco stood—teetering on the edge of a precipice.
"Show me," she said suddenly.
Draco blinked. "What?"
"Show me what you’ve been practicing. You’re clearly over-exerting yourself, which means you’re doing it wrong. If you’re going to keep me awake with your brooding, you might as well be entertaining."
Draco narrowed his eyes. "I don't need a tutor. Especially not a Dumbledore."
"Fine." She reached for her book again. "Go back to staring at the fire and worrying about Potter."
Draco’s pride, easily bruised and easily baited, flared. He stood up abruptly. "Fine. But not here."
They ended up in an abandoned classroom on the fourth floor, dusty and filled with unused desks stacked haphazardly against the walls. Moonlight streamed in through the tall, gothic windows, bathing the room in silver.
Draco took off his robe, tossing it onto a desk. Underneath, he wore his white shirt and black trousers, the tie loosened. He looked like a boy trying to be a soldier.
"I've been trying to master the Blasting Curse," Draco admitted, rolling up his sleeves. "Confringo. But not just the standard impact. I want to control the radius."
YN sat on top of a desk, her legs swinging slightly. She looked entirely out of place in the dusty room, her Slytherin tie pristine, her posture perfect. "Controlled volatility. Difficult. If you push too much magic into the core of the spell without binding the edges, it backfires."
"I know the theory," Draco snapped. He raised his hawthorn wand.
He took a breath, focusing on a stack of old textbooks at the far end of the room. He needed to prove he was strong. He needed to prove he wasn't just Lucius Malfoy’s son, but a wizard in his own right.
"Confringo!"
A jet of orange light erupted from his wand. It hit the books, but instead of a contained explosion, the air buckled. A shockwave rippled outward, violent and hot. The books didn't just explode; they disintegrated into ash, but the force of the spell rebounded off the stone wall, rushing back toward Draco.
He threw up a shield charm, but he was half a second too slow. The shockwave slammed into him, lifting him off his feet and throwing him backward into a pile of desks.
"Draco!"
The world went black for a moment, spinning in a kaleidoscope of pain and ringing silence.
When awareness began to trickle back, it wasn't visual at first. It was the feeling of cold stone under his back and something soft under his head. The smell of dust and ozone was heavy in the air. His shoulder throbbed with a dull, aching rhythm.
He groaned, the sound scraping against his throat.
"Don't move," a voice commanded. It was sharp, authoritative, but laced with a sliver of concern.
Draco forced his eyes open. The room was blurry. He blinked, trying to clear the haze. Slowly, the face hovering above him came into focus. Long, dark hair framed a pale face. Blue eyes were scanning him intently.
YN was kneeling on the dusty floor beside him. She had conjured a cool, damp cloth and was pressing it to a cut on his forehead.
"Look who's awake," she said softly.
Draco tried to sit up, but a wave of nausea pushed him back down. "What... what happened?"
"You overpowered it," YN said, her voice dropping to a lecture tone, though her hands remained gentle. "Just as I said you would. You poured all your frustration into the spell. Magic requires intent, Draco, but it also requires discipline. You attacked those books like they were Harry Potter himself."
"They looked like him," Draco mumbled, the ghost of a smirk touching his lips before he winced. "Did I destroy them?"
YN glanced at the pile of ash across the room. "You vaporized them. And nearly concussed yourself in the process. I’ve healed the cut on your head, but you’re going to have a majestic bruise on your shoulder tomorrow."
Draco closed his eyes again, simply breathing. It was strange. He should have been humiliated. A Malfoy, knocked out by his own spell, being tended to by a Dumbledore. He should be pushing her away, sneering, making an excuse.
But he didn't. He felt oddly safe.
"Why did you help me?" he asked, his voice quiet in the vast, empty room.
YN paused, pulling the cloth away to inspect his forehead. "Because despite your best efforts to be intolerable, you are my Housemate. And because... I know what it looks like."
Draco opened his eyes. "What what looks like?"
"The pressure," she said simply. She shifted, sitting back on her heels but remaining on the floor next to him. "The weight of a last name that walks into the room before you do."
Draco let out a bitter laugh. "Your name opens doors. My name... my name is starting to close them."
"My name comes with expectations of saintliness," YN countered. "Do you know how disappointing it is to people when they realize I’m ambitious? When they realize I’m in Slytherin? I’m the 'Dark Dumbledore' to them. An anomaly. A failure."
"You're top of the class," Draco pointed out.
"That just makes them hate me more. If I were stupid, I’d be a pity. Because I’m smart, I’m a threat." She looked down at her hands. "Uncle Albus tries, in his way. He sends me lemon drops and vague letters about making good choices. But he looks at me and he sees... potential for darkness. Just because I wear green. But everyone fails to realize that all I care about is decent grades and watching mooncalves as dusk on the hillside from the astronomy tower. If that screams darkness, then I’m a black hole apparently."
Draco turned his head to look at her. For the first time, he saw her not as an extension of the Headmaster, but as a mirror.
"My father," Draco began, the words tumbling out before he could stop them, "He thinks I’m soft. He thinks I’m not... ready. For what’s coming."
"Are you?"
"I don't know," Draco whispered. The admission felt like treason. "I want our family to be on top. I want to be powerful. But I don't want..." He trailed off, unable to articulate the dread that pooled in his stomach whenever he saw the Dark Mark.
"You don't want to be a soldier," YN finished for him.
"I'm a Malfoy. We lead."
"Leaders don't blow themselves up in empty classrooms at two in the morning," she said, but she offered him a small, genuine smile. "Here."
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial of chocolate. Not a chocolate frog, but actual, high-quality chocolate. She broke off a piece and handed it to him.
"Eat. It helps with the shock."
Draco took it. The chocolate was rich and dark, melting on his tongue. It grounded him.
"You're not going to tell anyone about this?" Draco asked, his guard slowly inching back up.
"That the Prince of Slytherin knocked himself out? It would make a great story," she mused. Then she shook her head. "No. I won't tell. Mutually Assured Destruction."
"What do you have to hide?"
"I was out of bed after curfew helping a Malfoy. If my Aunt Abernathy found out, she’d send a Howler. And I would much like to avoid that at all costs. Thanks."
Draco let out a huff that was almost a laugh. He pushed himself up into a sitting position. The room spun less this time. He rubbed his shoulder, grimacing.
"You're decent at Healing Charms," he grudgingly admitted.
"I'm decent at everything, Draco. Try to keep up." She stood up, brushing the dust from her robes. She extended a hand toward him.
Draco looked at the hand. It was a pale, slender hand, offering him help. Taking it felt like crossing a line. It felt like an alliance that shouldn't exist.
He took it.
She pulled him to his feet. He swayed slightly, and she steadied him with a hand on his uninjured arm. They stood close for a moment, the moonlight illuminating the dust motes dancing between them.
"You should go to the Hospital Wing for a Calming Draught," she suggested.
"I'm fine," he straightened his shirt, regaining his composure. The mask of Draco Malfoy was sliding back into place, though it felt thinner than before. "I just need sleep."
"Then let's go. Filch is patrolling the third floor, but if we take the staircase behind the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy, we can cut him off."
Draco looked at her with newfound respect. "You know the secret passages?"
"I'm a Dumbledore," she smirked, a quintessential Slytherin expression. "I know everything about this castle."
They walked back to the dungeons in silence, but it was a companionable silence. They moved as a unit, checking corners, listening for footsteps. When they finally reached the stone wall that hid the entrance to the Slytherin common room, Draco paused.
"YN," he said.
She turned, her hand on the wall. "Draco?"
"About what I said... regarding your family."
"I know," she cut him off. "And I know what my family says about yours."
"I don't think you're a failure," he said, the words stiff but sincere. "For a blood traitor's niece, you're... acceptable."
YN rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward. "High praise, coming from the Ferret."
Draco bristled. "Do not call me that."
"Get some sleep, Malfoy. And stop practicing volatile magic alone. Next time, if you want to blow something up... ask me. I know a better spell for it."
She whispered the password—"Pureblood"—and the wall slid open.
They entered the common room. It was empty now, the fire reduced to white ash. They stood there for a moment, two heirs to two very different, very heavy legacies.
"Goodnight, Draco," she said, heading toward the girls' dormitories.
Draco watched her go. "Night, YN."
He walked to the boys' dormitory, his shoulder aching, his head throbbing, but his mind strangely clear. He lay in his four-poster bed, staring up at the green velvet canopy. The dread of the coming war was still there, lurking at the edges of his consciousness. The pressure from his father hadn't vanished.
But as he closed his eyes, he realized he didn't feel quite so alone in the dark. He had an ally. A Dumbledore, of all people.
It was a dangerous friendship. It was illogical. It was entirely contradictory to everything he had been raised to believe.
Draco smiled into his pillow. It was exactly what he needed.
The weeks that followed the incident in the classroom shifted into a strange, unspoken routine. To the outside world—to Potter, Weasley, and Granger—nothing had changed. Draco still sneered in the corridors, and YN still walked with her head down, books clutched to her chest, ignoring the whispers.
But in the common room, the dynamic had altered.
Draco would sit by the fire, and YN would occupy her usual table. Occasionally, their eyes would meet. A subtle nod. A shared look of disdain when Pansy Parkinson shrieked too loudly about the Yule Ball.
When the Yule Ball was announced, the panic in the common room was palpable. Boys were posturing, girls were giggling in huddles. Draco, naturally, had his pick, eventually settling on Pansy simply because it was expected.
Two days before the ball, Draco found YN in the library. She was hidden in the stacks, sandwiched between Hogwarts: A History and a pile of charms scrolls.
"Who are you going with?" Draco asked, leaning against the bookshelf, blocking her light.
YN didn't look up. "I'm not going."
"It's mandatory for fourth years and above."
"I'm going to make an appearance, drink some punch, and then leave. I don't have a date, and I don't want one."
"Blaise was looking at you," Draco noted.
"Blaise wants to know if I can introduce him to the Headmaster so he can ask for special permissions. I'm not a networking tool."
Draco hummed. "Wear green."
YN finally looked up. "Excuse me?"
"Wear green to the ball. Emerald. It suits you. And it reminds everyone which side of the castle you belong to."
YN studied him for a long moment. "Are you giving me fashion advice, Malfoy?"
"I'm giving you strategic advice. If you're going to stand alone, look like a queen while you do it."
She smiled, a small, genuine thing that didn't reach her eyes often. "I'll keep that in mind."
On the night of the ball, Draco stood at the bottom of the staircase, Pansy clinging to his arm in her frilly pink dress. He looked bored, scanning the crowd. Then, he saw her.
YN descended the stairs. She had taken his advice. She wore a sleek, emerald green dress that shimmered like dragon scales in the torchlight. It was elegant, understated, and undeniably Slytherin. Her hair was pulled back, revealing the sharp line of her jaw.
People stared. Whispers broke out. Is that the Dumbledore girl?
She walked through the crowd with her chin up, looking neither left nor right. As she passed Draco, she didn't stop, but she caught his eye.
"Nice dress," he muttered, low enough that only she could hear.
"Nice robes," she retorted, equally quiet. "Try not to step on Pansy's feet."
She swept past him, heading toward the drinks table. Draco watched her go, a smirk playing on his lips. Pansy tugged on his arm. "Draco, look! Krum is here!"
"I see him," Draco said, his attention snapping back to the present.
Later that night, when the music was loud and the weird sisters were screaming on stage, Draco stepped out onto the balcony for air. It was snowing lightly.
He found YN there, leaning against the stone railing, watching the white flakes fall into the dark grounds.
"Hiding again?" he asked, joining her at the railing.
"Observing," she corrected. "It's chaotic in there."
"It's a nightmare," Draco agreed. He brushed a snowflake off his velvet sleeve. "Potter looks ridiculous."
"He usually does," YN conceded.
They stood in silence for a while, the cold biting at their cheeks.
"My father wrote to me," Draco said quietly. "He's not happy about my grades in Transfiguration. Says I'm letting myself be distracted."
"McGonagall is a tough grader. Especially for us."
"He says... he says big things are coming. That I need to be ready to choose my loyalties."
YN turned to face him. The light from the Great Hall cast a golden glow on one side of her face, leaving the other in shadow. "And where do your loyalties lie, Draco?"
"With my family," he said automatically.
"And if your family is wrong?"
Draco gripped the cold stone railing. "They can't be wrong. They're my family."
YN sighed, a puff of white mist in the cold air. " Uncle Albus says that we must all face the choice between what is right and what is easy."
"Easy for him to say," Draco spat. "He's the most powerful wizard alive."
"Power doesn't make the choice easier. It just makes the consequences heavier." She reached out, her hand hovering over his arm before she rested it gently on his velvet sleeve. A gesture of solidarity. "You're not just a Malfoy, Draco. You're you. Don't forget that."
Draco looked down at her hand, then up at her eyes. For a moment, the mask fell completely. He looked young, and scared, and desperate for someone to tell him it would be okay.
"I don't know how to be anyone else," he whispered.
"They will try to teach you to be someone completely other than you," she said firmly. "We have time. We're only fourth years."
"Time is running out," Draco murmured, thinking of the Dark Mark, of the whispers, of the fear in his mother's eyes.
"Then we'll make the most of it." YN pulled her hand back and shivered. "I'm freezing. I'm going back to the common room."
"I'll come with you," Draco said instantly. "Pansy can find her own way back."
"Scandalous," YN teased.
"Practical," Draco corrected.
They left the balcony together, leaving the noise of the ball behind them. As they walked down into the dungeons, the air grew colder, but the familiarity of the stone walls was comforting.
They were Draco Malfoy and YN Dumbledore. Two opposites, two contradictions, bound by the silver and green of their house and the crushing weight of their names.
In the darkness of the dungeon, as they parted ways for the night, Draco felt a strange sense of calm. The storm was coming—he knew it, and she knew it. The world outside was fracturing.
But in here, in the quiet dark, he was awake. And so was she.
~ You two started dating in the middle of his third year and your second year
~ You are both in Hufflepuff
~ You met in the Great Hall when you were sorted into Hufflepuff and you sat next to your older brother who was best friends with Cedric
~ Your brother bragged about how amazing and sweet you were to EVERYONE
~ He was so proud of you
~ He knew you would go onto bigger and better things outside of Hogwarts
~ You and Cedric started hanging out more and more as he helped you a lot with your homework, studying, and exams
~ You and Cedric were inseparable by the end of your first year
~ He was your best friend and you were his
~ You and him (and occasionally your brother) hung out a lot over the some
~ You and Cedric would always end up at Honeydukes
~ It was both of your go-to's
~ Your parents adored your friendship
~ Your second year came and it went as smoothly as the first
~ Around Christmas, it was the school's last trip to Hogsmeade and Cedric BEGGED McGonagall to let you come with him
~ After "talking to your parents" she agreed
~ You two had a grand ol' time all the way there
~ Just toward the end of the day, you two made your way to Honeyduke's (like normal)
~ Cedric bought you two Jelly Frogs (your favourite)
~ He opened the box and the Jelly Slugs were arranged with the word: "Girlfriend?"
~ You chuckled and blushed
~ He blushed and chuckled too
~ You managed to squeeze out "of course" between the laughs
~ You two held hands the entire way back to Hogwarts
~ As you two came back, McGonagall was waiting with a smirk on her face
~ "I figure by the looks of it she said yes?"
~ The two of you chuckled and blushed and McGonagall went back to making sure each student returned
~ You two spent most of Christmas break and the following semester together
~ Over the summer, you two trained together for the upcoming Quidditch tryouts
~ Cedric was already on the team but you really wanted to be on it after the first rejection
~ And do, you don't want to play JUST because Cedric is on the team
~ But that is a part of it
~ As your third year starts, EVERYONE knows you two are together and NO ONE wants to mess with your brother (who is adamant that he will hex anyone who tries to come between you two)
~ You make the Quidditch team as the Keeper and Cedric gets you a y/f/qt poster as a congratulations gift
~ Although the Quidditch year was tough, you all did your very best
~ He truly embodies Hufflepuff qualities
~ He was so supportive of you
~ You meant everything to him
~ You were his world
~ He always admitted when he was wrong
~ He communicates AMAZINGLY
~ Fights rarely happened
~ He was the man of your dreams
~ He was madly in love with you
~ He was a true gentleman
~ He treated you more than just right
~ He put you before himself
~ Always
~ He would tell his parents about how much he loved you
~ Specifically would tell his father that he wanted to marry you when he leaves Hogwarts
~ Amos gave him all sorts of advice
~ Even said it reminded him of his and his mothers love for each other
~ The Triwzard Tournament came around his sixth year
~ You weren't too sure about it
~ But he reassured you that all would be okay and he might not even be picked
~ Well
~ He was
~ Much to your dismay
~ Harry informed Cedric on the Dragons in the first task
~ Cedric immediately went to you to talk about it
~ Luckily, his girlfriend wants to study Dragonology and become a Dragon Keeper
~ You taught him what each Dragons weakness was
~ Well, dragons who would be most likely be brought for the task
~ As Cedric pulled the first slot and a Swedish Short-Snout
~ You prayed to Merlin in the stands as you held Amos' hands
~ You kept whispering "Short attention span. Move quick"
~ He got the egg, but not before getting slightly burned
~ You were by his side as Madam Pomfrey put an orange paste on his face to heal the wound
~ "Swedish Short-Snout's have a short attention span, you should've transfigured a few goats to keep his interest." You said with a chuckle as you brushed his hair back off his face
~ "I still got the egg, didn't I?" He said with a bit of a smirk and laugh
~ He obviously asked you to the Yule Ball
~ Some of the Beauxbaton girls weren't too happy about it though
~ (who could blame them?)
~ The Yule Ball went swimmingly
~ Amos gifted Cedric the exact same necklace he gave Cedric's mother at the Yule Ball
~ Cedric put it on you and Amos definitely cried a little
~ The dance was great
~ And the after party was soooo much better ;)
~ The after party was your first time doing the deed
~ You two were just so in love, it didn't matter that you were at school
~ The second task approached and you were as Cedric's "Sorely Missed"
~ He saved you in no time
~ Amos got you both towels
~ Cedric was now tied for first with Harry
~ The third task approached and you were more nervous than ever
~ Something wasn't feeling right
~ The nigh before you voiced your concerns to Cedric
~ But his cheeky self told you everything will be okay
~ And y'all proceeded to do the deed
~ In the middle of the night
~ ...In the common room
~ He wanted you to calm down so offered some things to help ease your mind
~ You sat in the Hufflepuff section with your brother, gripping his hand so tightly
~ Harry and Cedric returned from the maze
~ But you knew something was wrong
~ You immediately ran down
~ Your brother and professors tried to stop you
~ But nothing was going to separate you from your love
~ You saw and heard Harry sobbing and you broke down
~ You fell to your knees over Cedric's body
~ Cedric's parents weren't far behind you
~ His parents and you hugged as you all sobbed over his body
~ Life was never the same after that
~ He died a winner, a humble winner
~ Harry made it his mission to help you and Cedric's parents as much as he could
~ "Cedric really loved you. He bragged about you in front of Fleur, who was trying to swoon him. He loved you so very much."
~ "He was a great man. He wanted me to win, he said that it was fair because I helped him twice. He died not only a winner, but a hero."
~ Harry soon became a close friend
~ He was always checking up on you
~ Dumbledore would call you into his office every week to check up on you and make sure you were okay and getting the support you needed
~ Even if you just needed to cry and let it all out or sit in silence
~ Dumbledore said it was the very least he could do
~ "I see the heartbreak in your eyes, you truly loved him. I wish I could bring him back for you nut alas, I cannot. But you must remember that he is always with you. No matter what."
~ Dumbledore took you to look at the mirror of Erised
~ "I want you to be able to see yourself standing with Cedric one more time
~ And you did
~ There he was, standing beside you holding your hand and kissing your head
~ "I love you" You murmured between sobs
~ "Don't be too sad my love, I love you too. I will always be with you."
~ You were never the same
~ You joined Dumbledore's Army in his honour
~ Learned your Patronus was a Dolphin, a symbol of love
~ Harry, Hermione, and Ginny all went to comfort you
~ Harry finally fully told you what Cedric's "echo said"
~ "He said to take him back to his parents and give you this. He said that he was planning on giving it to you after the third task. He loved you so much.
~ It was a box
~ And in that box was a ring
~ The same ring Amos gave his mother when he proposed
~ You quickly went and visited Amos and his wife
~ They said that He was planning to ask for your hand after the tournament
~ You wanted to return it to them, but the reassured you that they wanted you to keep it
~ "It shows that nothing, not even death, is stronger than true love." Said Mrs.Diggory
(Y/N) had successfully held out for two days, avoiding the head boy anywhere and everywhere. Which turned out to be a challenging feat, considering they shared the same common room.
When James had found out they would be the Head Boy and Head Girl, he was ecstatic. Especially, since it meant the Marauders would practically get away with anything now. But if she had known this was what was going to happen, she would’ve declined Dumbledore’s offer of Head Girl in a heartbeat. Maybe then, the position would have gone to Lily after she rejected it, and James would not be chasing her around the castle, currently.
Not to mention, her most trusted companion wouldn’t be betraying her right about now.
“Please just say yes, (Y/N).” Remus pleaded, clutching his hair in frustration. “He won’t stop whining. And he’s soon going to find us here, and get us kicked out like he did yesterday.”
“Remus, not you too!”
“Sorry, I can’t handle it anymore!” He grasped his hands together, begging. “Please, end our misery.”
She grumbled, unhappy that her only comrade was betraying her. She undoubtedly knew Sirius was going to side with James, but hoped her best friend would be on her side.
It was then she saw the library doors slam open from afar, revealing, the one and only, James Potter.
“Speaking of misery.” she rolled her eyes.
“(Y/N)! You can’t avoid me forever! I know where you live.” He called out from the entrance, scanning the room with his eyes.
“I knew it was a mistake befriending him.” She whispered, quickly hiding under the table. “This is all your fault!” she accused Remus. “Give him a chance, he’s a good and loyal mate, you said,” mocking Remus’ voice. “He’s a bloody pain in my arse, that’s what he is.”
Remus shrugged his shoulders in defeat. “Trust me, I regret it as much as you do right now.”
She was about to argue who was regretting it more, when she was stopped by the sound of footsteps nearing their table.
“Moony, where is she?”
“She’s right und-OW!” He yelped in pain from the sharp pinch on his leg. “I mean…she just left a couple minutes ago.”
“Really? Then why are her things still on the table?”
(Y/N) held her breath and closed her eyes, hoping Remus could come up with a good enough excuse.
But she should have known- Remus was never a good liar.
“Umm, because she…”
She didn’t hear anything after that.
Thinking he just walked away, she opened her eyes to come face to face with James.
“Bloody hell!” She screamed, surprised at their sudden close proximity.
James smirked at her reaction before grabbing her from underneath the table.
She huffed in frustration, glaring at both boys. “I rue the day we ever met.”
“C’mon love. Meeting me was and is the pinnacle of your life.”
She rolled her eyes at his narcissism. “And you wonder why Lily has never given you the time of day.”
“Ah, but she will once I take her on the super date, that you will help me with.”
Noticing he had let go of her hand, she eyed the closest exit out of the library.
“Listen, while I would love to, but I have to go to the loo. Really urgent business, had a big breakfast.” she said, trying to make a run for it.
Remus would grab her things for her. Getting out was the most important thing on her mind.
She had successfully reached the doors, opening them and hightailing it to the bathroom. Surely, he wouldn’t follow her in there.
But she made a mistake to look back at the last minute.
James was right behind her, causing her to panic and lose her footing. She quickly reached out, trying to grab onto something.
James ended up being that something.
Not having enough time to stop, James barreled into her and went right down with her.
“Oof!” she groaned, the air squeezed out from her lungs as James landed on top of her.
Her eyes widened at their closeness, while James responded with a smug grin.
“Love, if you wanted me on top of you, all you had to do was ask.”
Her cheeks burned as she could feel all the places they were touching.
She sputtered, before pushing him off of her and brushing away the dust on her back as she stood up.
She thought she saw a hint of pink on his cheeks from the corner of her eye, but decided not to think much of it. It was probably from all the running.
But before she could do anything else, she felt herself being tugged up and thrown over James’ shoulder. Thank Merlin she was wearing her black robes, or else everyone in the halls would have gotten a free show.
“Prongs, put me down!”
“Not a chance, love. I’m not going to let you run away again. Frankly, I’m a little tired from chasing you around everywhere.”
“What are you going to do, then? Tie me up?”
“Ooh, kinky.” He responded with a laugh. “I didn’t know you were into that sort of thing.”
“Why is it, you always turn everything I say into something sexual?” She did the only thing she could in her position and started pinching his back, which didn’t seem to falter him at all.
“I’ll stop if you agree to my trial date.”
“Never.”
“Then, I guess you’ll be sleeping with me tonight.”
“W-what?!” she yelled.
“I’m not letting you out of my sight. That includes at night as well. Unless, you wanna change your mind?”
She wasn’t going to let him win. This was what he wanted. No, she would make him back down, first. That way he would learn not to mess with her the next time she said no to one of his stupid, idiotic ideas.
“Fine, then I guess we’re sleeping together tonight.” she said nonchalantly, but thankful that he couldn’t see her increasingly blushing face.
“Yeah we are- what?”
“What’s wrong James?” she smirked, realizing he hadn’t expected her to go along with his threat.
“Um, nothing. Nothing at all.” His voice going up an octave. “A-are you sure you don’t want to change your mind?”
“Nope. Why, is something wrong?” She asked, innocently, while trailing a finger down his spine. He shivered at her touch.
“Uh, nothing wrong at all. I’m just- uh, could you please stop doing that?” he asked, as she continued following the line of his back with her finger.
He then lifted her off his shoulder and onto the ground, as they reached the door to his room.
“Get used to it James. I get very handsy when I sleep.” She whispered in his ears, playing into the silence of their common room.
Thank Rowena they had their own common room as heads of the school, or she probably wouldn’t have had the confidence to play along.
“I hope you have a long shirt for me to wear. I don’t like wearing pants when I sleep.” she winked, before taking the liberty to open his door and enter inside.
As he stared at her back with wide, disbelieving eyes, James wasn’t sure if it was fear or arousal he was feeling.
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Here’s part two! Idk where this story is going but I’m liking it so far lol. I wasn’t planning to update this early, but I wanted y’all to have something to read while quarantined. Hope everyone is doing okay, and please stay safe! Also don’t be racist!
IM ON MALFOY TIKTOK AND I CANT STOP THINKING ABOUT HOW GOOD DRACO WOULD SMELL
LIKE I JUST KNOW HE SMELLS INCREDIBLE
like winter spices and warmth and just overall boyishness ygm and he’s probably really warm like imagine hugging him and he’s just soooo warm and cuddly because he has so much love in him and he can’t show it because of his family (but his mum wasn’t abusive like his dad and actually showed him some love and affection so his mum probably tucked him in at night and when his dad was at work cuddled him so he’s not completely uncomfortable and unfamiliar w hugging and he actually loves it) and you’d just be sat in the slytherin common room with him on the checked sofa snuggling and it would be so warm and his hair would be slightly curly at the ends cos you’ve just got in from a walk in the early winter evening and it was foggy and cold and both your cheeks and noses are flushed but he’s stroking your cheek and telling you how beautiful you are and how he’s never gonna let you go
Hey hey, can you write me a Fred Weasley x reader one shot about their first date? Maybe to the three broomsticks, love ya!
I’m not qualified to write about dates lmao, but I tried for you!
Dates are awkward. And okay, maybe it was just because you’re awkward or because you were expecting something more grand and fun, but either way, the tension was building in the Three Broomsticks. You awkwardly slurped your butterbeer. Fred awkwardly slurped his. He caught you looking at him and gave you a wink and then immediately looked away. And bloody hell, how did this ever happen? What happened to the Fred that bewitched his own broom to leave trails of red, the Fred that proceeded to fly and flip and turn and draw some awful pictures in the sky of what you guessed was a girl and a boy and a heart and a scribble that was maybe meant to say “date.” He had probably meant to embarrass you but you hadn’t let him live it down.
That Fred was mysteriously absent, and instead you got the Fred that glanced away every time you looked him in the eye. It didn’t take long for you to get fed up. With him not looking at you, it was no trouble at all to pull your wand out under the table and begin casting non-verbally. And he didn’t even notice when you took a candy from your pocket and dropped it into his drink when he looked away.
After that it was just waiting. You smiled at him and he cleared his throat. He grabbed his drink and took a long sip. And then he coughed. Just a little cough. Barely noticeable at all really. And then he coughed again. And again. A couple more times. He grabbed the butterbeer again and took another sip to calm the coughing, flushing red. He coughed louder and a puff of smoke escaped his mouth.
He didn’t understand what was happening until within the minute, every cough brought a cacophonous bang! and an explosion of fireworks from his throat, and then other students pointed and laughed with comments of “serves him right!” and “no way those are fireworks” and “who the hell managed to get the drop on a Weasley?” and, your favourite, a deadpan “George looks pretty good with fireworks coming out of his mouth.”
Fred shot to his feet and the entire pub burst into laughter. His pants had been turned into clown pantaloons, far too large and brightly striped. They were glowing and changing colours with the fireworks. Fred fell over in his own surprise and knocked the chair sideways, and before you realized, you were on the floor too in laughter.
Oh, the bartender came by and pushed you both out the door, but the laughter continued outside, with Fred barfing fireworks into the white and snowy day. He realized it was your fault quickly, and before you knew it you two were rolling in the snow, him trying to bury you in white while he came up with a counterattack, digging into his pockets to find a candy to force you to eat.
Students gathered to look and you paid them no mind. Your whole world was in front of you—covered in white snow and ginger hair, an explosion of fireworks and glowing pantaloons—and you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Note from the author: I don’t know how dates work but I guess Fred got nervous, whelp. This is likely the beginning of a prank war that lasts a very. long. time.
Summary: You are a new professor at Hogwarts. Your students like you, and you are getting along with your colleagues, too. Especially Remus Lupin. The Yule Ball is rushing towards the school, and the competition of requests has begun...
Word Count: 1286
You’ve just had your fifth class today. After the lesson, a handsome 6th year Gryffindor came to your table, and shyly asked if you want to be his date to Yule Ball. „Uhm... Hey, Professor L/N. I was wondering, if you could maybe... come to the Yule Ball with me?” I liked the boy, he was active in my classes and respectful to me, but... I didn’t really support the idea of going to the Ball with a student. „Hi, James. Thank you for asking, you are very kind, but I am afraid I can’t go to the Yule Ball with one of my students.” He was the second person who I rejected today. I don’t understand, I am not that pretty… I never was. Is that I am younger than the avarage? But if they think like that, they would be asking students. Is it because of my kindness? Does kindness have that much power? But no, it makes no sense. I am not the only kind one in here. Something flat and hard woke me up from my thoughts. Something that I bumped into. I looked up, and I saw the familiar, beautiful hazel eyes looking at me in worry. „Y/N, are you okay???” I realized, I hit the huge back of Remus. „Of course. I am sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” I smiled. He smiled back at me. „Do you want to have lunch with me?” I nodded, „Yes, anytime.” We headed to the Great Hall. It was obvious for him that I am in a good mood. „Why is the big smile? Did anything good happen?” He knows me well. We have known each other since September, but he just knows me so well. „I would say surprising. It’s the 3rd of December, and two boys have already asked me to the Ball! Actually, they both asked me today.”
Remus POV
When she told me two boys have already asked her, I almost fainted. Is this going to be that hard? A competiton? I expected some of them trying… She is breathtaking… But 2 already?! I thought while I freaked out inside. „D-Did you accept?” She glanced at me. „I did.” I almost threw my food. „Really?!” I shot my head in her direction. „No, dummy, why would I accept a students request? They can’t be my date. I talked about it with Dumbledoor.” I calmed down immediately, and started eating again. „You are jealous.” She chuckled at the realisation. „What?” She knows me so well. We have known each other, for like, three months? But she knows me so well. „You are so obvious. Your words can deny jealousy, but your actions can’t.” „I wasn’t. I already have a date.” The joy in her eyes suddenly disappeared. „Oh. Okay then. Congartulations!” She went silent after that, and only fake smiled when she greeted someone. „Hey, you are jealous.” She looked at me, and rolled her eyes. „I actually don’t have a date.” Suddenly she looked back at me. „What?” „See, you are jealous too.” She formed a cheeky evil smile, like she is going to say the best comeback ever. „Too. Jealous, too. Seems like you can’t deny your words eighter.” Damn.
Y/N POV
The Ball is in a week! I am excited, but I am scared. A lot of students asked me to be their date, but it’s still a no. The point is, I may be a schoolboy crush, but I am no more than that. Right now, it looks like I am going to the Ball alone. It breaks my heart a little… First time as a teacher, and I won’t have a partner. Cool. To be honest with myself, it breaks my heart that Remus didn’t ask me. He probably has a partner. I was walking down the corridors, it was bedtime for the students. Only some prefects and teachers rushed there, due to their work. Then I met Gilderoy Lockhart. „Hey, Y/N! What’s up?” He had that big ’charming’ smile of his on. I don’t understand why it is so special. He is not ugly, but not the gorgeous prince I am waiting for eighter. A face came into my mind while I was thinking that… I have been thinking of my gorgeous prince all day. „Hi! I am just heading to my office. I have some tests to grade, but I am not late with them.” „I see…” He hesitated a little, but he got his confidence back just as soon as it went away. „So, sweetheart, I was wondering… If you have a date already to the Yule Ball?” Sweetheart, huh? Nice ways, Lockhart. „Oh, I actually-„ „She does.” Said a deep voice coming from behind me. „Y/N, please come with me right now. I need to talk to you.” I turned around, and it was Remus, for my biggest surprise. I didn’t recognise his voice… It’s usually not that deep. “But Lupin, what is so important? Don’t you see we are having a conversation? And anyways, how do you know if anyone has asked her, or not?” Said Gilderoy, with a little angry, or more likely bothered expression. „That’s none of your business, Lockhart.” With that, he dragged me by the arm and pulled me to his office. „What was that?!” I asked with a little too loud tone. „Oh, don’t tell me you want to be his date.” Did he rally drag me here just to make sure I am alone? Because Lockhart is not my type? Really? „Well, since no fucking one asked me to be their date, I do want to go with him.” I was shouting at this point. Then I lowered my tone and escaped his hold. „Now excuse me, I will search my date to tell him yes.” I went towards the door angrily, But Remus jumped between me and it. „I am sorry for my behaviour, Y/N. I didn’t know you mind if I steal you from Lockhart.” „Wait, what?” He looked up at me, because he has been staring at the ground. „Well, I was just hoping you would want to… be my date.” He was clearly embarassed. „Is that a question?” He nodded. „Then yes, I want to be.” I smiled at him, and actually, regretted yelling at him. He looked in disbelief, like he needs to make sure that he heard it right. So I nodded at him, giggling this time at how cute he was. He realised my answer and suddenly hugged me, half-picking me up. Then he realised what he’s just done, and let me go. „I am sorry, I just didn’t think-„ I hugged him and put my head on his shoulder. And he hugged me back. „I am sorry for the shouting. It’s not about Lockhart… I was just in a bad mood, because nobody asked me and it’s in a week.” He let me go from the hug and looked in my eyes, but I tried to avoid his gaze. „Look at me. It’s not true that nobody asked you. Literally almost the whole sixth year did. And a lot of fifth years were talking about you, in my class. What’s the matter? Because it’s not that.” Finally, I looked up at him. „Well… I actually wanted you to ask me, but I thought you had a date already.” I laughed a little in embarassment, that sentence was so childish. „Oh, honey.” He laughed with me. Then he continued with a flirty tone, „Who is the jealous one now?” „Well, who dragged me out of a conversation just to save his date, Mr. Jealous?” „Fine. But you were jealous all day because of overthinking that I had a date, Mrs. Jealous.” „Fine.” We laughed together…
