Summary: A fic in which the students of their 7th year had a chance to come back after the war with Voldemort ended. Wounds have healed and hearts are in the process of healing. (Also Snape, Remus, Tonks, and Fred never died, okay?). Draco and Nico(my OC) decide to come back a year later and finish their 7th year. By now, Nico is 19 and Draco is 18.
But this is a snzfic where Dr/aco Malf/oy is allergic to jobberknoll feathers. However, he only discovers this afterwards when a few good sneezing fits cause him and his potions partner detention time to come back and finish their work. His potions partner happens to be his boyfriend. His boyfriend happens to have a sneeze kink. Draco does not know this yet though.
a/n: This also includes a couple flashbacks from Nico’s thoughts. I also think I’ll make a part two where the detention happens. I know it's only about 1.9k words, but I feel like part two would suit it well. I can explore more of Draco’s and my OC’s relationship more this way. Am I self-projecting onto my OC? Uhm, very much so. But he’s also not me, but who I wish I could /sometimes/ be in this universe.
Word count: ~1.9k
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In the bustling potions classroom, Draco and Nico found themselves partnered together for their latest assignment, Veritaserum. A truth serum, a very powerful one at that. Once Snape was finished droning on about the preparation, ingredients, and instructions, the two students got to work. Nico grabbed the ingredients from the stock shelves while Draco prepped their station with the necessary tools.
“Alright~ This should be all of the ingredients!” Nico grinned as he set each of them down from his arms in a pile. A jobberknoll feather being the last, as he decided to stick that behind his ear. “Let’s do this~!” He quietly cheered while spinning the feather between his fingers.
Draco rolled his eyes with a smile, swiping under his nose with the cuff of his white, button-down shirt. Nico could be a bit of a cheerful Slytherin. He was not quite as snobby as most and definitely didn’t care about blood status. Though he still could be quite cunning from time to time. He was an excellent actor, as his persona was always charming and sly to the passing eye.
The ambience of the classroom became students rushing around, crushing and cutting ingredients, boiling cauldrons, and small chit chat between the deep concentration. Nico’s concentration wavered whenever Draco would sniffle or rub the underside of his nose with his sleeve again and again. This was most unusual to Nico. He had not known Draco to have allergies in the potions classroom. It was more often that Nico would be the sniffling, sneezing one due to his seasonal fall/winter allergies.
He wondered if he would get to see Draco sneeze. He had only seen him sneeze a few times, but memorized them as if they were one of the most important memories to him.
The first time he saw Draco sneeze was before they dated. They managed to get detention together after being scolded for trying to hex each other as mere 16 year olds in year 5. The two of them barely knew each other, but got into a scuffle over something so stupid that they couldn’t even remember what started the fight. Their punishment was to clean the storage closet in the Charms classroom. No magic, no potions, just a broom, dustrag, and dustpan.
Nico had gotten quite a pile of dust collected into his dustpan while sweeping the shelves off. While walking over the waste bin, Draco thought it would be fun to trip the fellow Slytherin boy. So he stuck the broom out. Nico tripped over Draco’s broom, tumbling onto the ground with a hard thud and a crack. He yelped in pain, hands instantly grabbing his now bloodied chin. The dustpan was completely forgotten and hit the ground, sending a poof of dust into the air. Draco held a smug look on his face until the dust started drifting into his nose.
“You bloody dimwit! Now there’s even m-more du–hhhhst to snf snf to clean uhhh–up!” Draco’s gaze became unfocused, his nose scrunched up and he slowly brought his elbow up to his face. Nico sat up on the floor, hands still clutching his chin, but caught in a daze while watching Draco lose control of his nose.
“Thh–that was a lot hHHh..of d-duhH’HMPHFSH!! eH’HFSHH! F-fucking hehH’MPSHH! –PshH! –hH’PHSHH! ehH’MFF’Shiewww–!” Draco sneezed and sneezed into the crook of his elbow, only slightly bending at the waist from the force of the fit. Nico watched in awe. The Slytherin Prince, reduced to an itchy, watery, sneeze fit from a cloud of dust.
Nico took one hand off his chin and reached into his pocket to pull out a spare handkerchief. He finally stood up in order to offer his handkerchief, as he did not think Draco would even notice it with his eyes screwed shut and nose buried in his elbow.
Nico carefully pressed the handkerchief on the top of Draco’s nose. Draco’s eyes squinted open, then he quickly pinched his nose into the cloth. “hH’NGxt–! n’Gxt–! ‘ngT’ngt’hHh’GXsht–!! h’GXtch! hahhH…hH’HGXSHT!” With one last harsh stifle he gave a hard couple blows into the handkerchief, his nose seemingly calming down after that.
“Sorry Malfoy. Didn’t mean to make your nose explode like that,” Nico chuckled as Draco gave a slight glare, his eyes peeking over the top of the handkerchief still. Draco was about to berate him for dropping a full dustpan when he noticed a look of discomfort on Nico’s face. “Are you alright?” He asked a bit harsher than intended.
“Hm? Oh, I’m um– yeah I’m fine,” Nico’s weak smile was clearly forced and a look of pain came over his face when he did so. Draco glared again and Nico’s smile dropped at this. “Okay, you caught me. I heard my chin crack when I face planted into the floor.” He replied with slight amusement in his voice. Draco sighed and grabbed Nico’s arm to lower his hand from his injured chin.
“You should go to Madame Pomfrey.” He stated as a matter of factly. Now it was Nico’s turn to sigh.
“We have to finish dusting first though… won’t we get in trouble for this?” Nico desperately wished to go get this healed, as he didn’t have his wand to heal it himself. Though he didn’t want to be sentenced to more detention for leaving early.
“I’ll cover for you. Your wound needs treatment,” Draco glanced over his shoulder to the door, “This will take at least another hour. Just hurry back as soon as you're done there.” Nico nodded reluctantly, but his face was full of gratitude.
Draco's nose twitched more frequently as they worked, signaling an onset of itchiness that soon couldn't be ignored. He tried to suppress the building sneeze(s) that threatened to escape, but it proved to be a futile effort.
"hHhehh... ehH-...hH’Ngxtch–!" Draco quietly stifled a sneeze into the back of his wrist, trying not to draw attention to himself. He cautiously brought his wrist away from his nose and sniffed the air lightly, almost instantly regretting it.
Nico, the ever observant and doting boyfriend, noticed Draco's stifle. He could distinguish Draco’s restrained sneeze anywhere. With raised eyebrows and piqued curiosity, he turned to Draco. "Are you alright, Draco? You seem to be paying more attention to your nose than the potions assignment."
Draco sniffled, rubbing at his itchy nose again. "I think... hihh... I'm fine. Something in this damn potion is bothering me most likely," he sighed, frustration evident in his voice. "It is making me want to claw my bloody nose off. It’s so damn itchy."
Nico tried to sound more concerned than curious, his mouth formed an O. "Oh, do you have allergies? Will you be alright?"
Draco scoffed, “I do not have allergies! I don’t remember having this problem.” He wetly sniffled again. A Malfoy having allergies? Not possible. Right? Nico shrugged, switching his attention back to the half brewed potion.
When it came time to add the jobberknoll feather, all hell broke loose. Well, from Draco’s nose that is. Draco picked up the feather delicately and brought it closer to his face just to inspect it before preparing it for the boiling cauldron. This turned out to be a mistake.
Nico watched him carefully as Draco’s nose scrunched up, his eyes glossed over, and his lips slightly parted. He panicked a little, watching as Draco’s grasp on the feather loosened. “D-Draco, hand me the feather!” Nico tried to quickly reach for the feather without waiting for a response from the platinum-blonde haired Slytherin. Alas, it was too late.
“hH’ASHH’IEWW! hH’RRSHOO–! –eH’SHIEW!” Draco violently sneezed thrice in rapid succession. The tickle had been so intense that he couldn’t focus on anything else. His nose was trying to rid of the allergic, itchy feeling as violently and as fast as possible. He didn’t even have time to try and stifle the bout of sneezes that consumed him.
“ –hG’GSchuH! ‘eg’GSCHU–! hh’HRE’SHIew–! Ihh–it itches s-sohhh bahhH’KSHiew–ih’SHIew–’SHiew–’gk’SHIEW!” Draco’s body jerked with each sneeze, only loosely covering with both hands up to his face. However, in that process, the entire feather floated into the potion. Nico’s eyes widened in fear. “Salazar, this is not good–” An explosive BOOM shook the whole classroom.
Nico shielded the still sneezing Slytherin Prince from the explosion by jumping in front of him and using his own back for protection. It only left Nico with some burnt robes and minor burns to the nape of his neck.
“hhHahh…hhih–! ehehhH–hH’PHSHH! hM’PHSH–! ih’KSHtt– ik’sh’iew–ehHh’tshuu– tschu–tsch–ksh’ie’ww! hHhah…f-fuck..I–ih’KSh’iew! I’m snfff sorry, Nico…” Draco’s sneezing began to slow down as the explosion had also settled down. Snape, with an irritated glare, briskly strode over to their station to clean up the aftermath.
“Malfoy. Gaelach. Detention at 7:00 pm sharp. You will be re-doing this potion as well as writing a 3 foot long essay on the dangers of sneezing while brewing potions. Understood? The rest of the class is dismissed. Place a sample of your potions on my desk for grading,” Snape grunted out with bitterness clear in his tone. “Now, Malfoy, since it seems your nose has calmed down a bit, I will ask you to escort Mr. Gaelach to the hospital wing so Madame Pomfrey can treat his wounds.” His tone was just ever so slightly softer at the end.
Draco nodded, sniffling as he went to grab his belongings. Nico grabbed his bag as well and off they went. As soon as they made it out of the classroom and a few feet down the corridors, Nico let out a loud chuckle.
“W-what’s so funny Gaelach, huh?” Draco asked with irritation and pure confusion in his voice. Nico just shook his head while continuing to laugh. It took a few seconds for him to get an answer out.
“Y-you just s-sneezed us into a detention, Malfoy,” He jokingly mocked back to his boyfriend while still laughing. Draco rolled his eyes and huffed at him. “I didn’t know you were so allergic to jobberknoll feathers. Any other birds I should be wary of waving their feathers around you?”
“How can you even be joking at this time!?” Draco exasperatedly sighed. Nico’s eyebrows furrowed as he shot Draco a look of confusion.
“Because of my mistake, you’re injured!” Nico just playfully rolled his eyes at Draco’s response.
“Deary, sweetness, love of my life, Dray. I promise with the bottom of my heart, this does not hurt near as much as the first time you saw me get injured because of you!” Nico laughed some more, wiping joyous tears from his eyes. “It’s just a couple small burns, I promise! Maybe it looks worse than it feels? I wouldn’t know since it's… y’know… on my back and all.”
Draco only looked at Nico with a look of doubt. Nico smiled and draped his arm over Draco’s shoulders. “Dray, it is all good! Madame Pomfrey will have me healed up in no time!” Draco still hmphed and looked away, but brought his hand up to rub Nico’s that was resting on his shoulder.
As soon as they made it to Madame Pomfrey, Nico explained what happened. He turned around and lifted his shoulder length hair to reveal whatever burns he had to the nurse. Shortly after assessing the situation, Pomfrey kicked Draco out and told him to wait outside.
“We won’t be long, Dray!” Nico gave a small wave and reassuring smile, “Go on to lunch without me! I’ll meet you there~!”
“Fine, but you’d better make it to lunch. Can’t have you starving on me.” Doubt and concern still settled in Draco’s gaze, but he gave a small smirk anyway and left for lunch.
a/n: Just a little blurb from a longer fic. It's a flashback that works as a stand alone. Each character is of age of consent. It's sliiightly different from the main fic it's from because I went and revised it to work better for my main fic.
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The first time he saw Draco sneeze was before they dated. They managed to get detention together after being scolded for trying to hex each other as 6th years. The two of them barely knew each other, but got into a scuffle over something so stupid that they couldn’t even remember what started the fight. Their punishment was to clean the storage closet in the Charms classroom. No magic, no potions, just a broom, dust rag, and dustpan.
Nico had gotten quite a pile of dust collected into his dustpan while sweeping the shelves off. While walking over the waste bin, he tripped over Draco’s broom, tumbling onto the ground with a hard thud and a crack. He yelped in pain, hands instantly grabbing his now bloodied chin. The dustpan was completely forgotten and hit the ground, sending a poof of dust into the air.
“You bloody dimwit! Now there’s even m-more du–hhhhst to snf snf to clean uhhh–up!” Draco’s gaze became unfocused, his nose scrunched up and he slowly brought his elbow up to his face. Nico sat up on the floor, hands still clutching his chin, but caught in a daze while watching Draco lose control of his nose.
“Thh–that was a lot hHHh..of d-duhH’HMPHFSH!! eH’HFSHH! F-fucking hehH’MPSHH! –PshH! –hH’PHSHH! ehH’MFF’Shiewww–!” Draco sneezed and sneezed into the crook of his elbow, only slightly bending at the waist from the force of the fit. Nico watched in awe. The Slytherin Prince, reduced to an itchy, watery, sneeze fit from a cloud of dust.
Nico took one hand off his chin and reached into his pocket to pull out a spare handkerchief. He finally stood up in order to offer his handkerchief, as he did not think Draco would even notice it with his eyes screwed shut and nose buried in his elbow.
Nico carefully pressed the handkerchief on the top of Draco’s nose. Draco’s eyes squinted open, then he quickly pinched his nose into the cloth. “hH’NGxt–! n’Gxt–! ‘ngT’ngt’hHh’GXsht–!! h’GXtch! hahhH…hH’HGXSHT!” With one last harsh stifle he gave a hard couple blows into the handkerchief, his nose seemingly calming down after that.
“Sorry Malfoy. Didn’t mean to make your nose explode like that,” Nico chuckled as Draco gave a slight glare, his eyes peeking over the top of the handkerchief still. Draco was about to berate him about being more cautious of his surroundings when he noticed a look of discomfort on Nico’s face. “Are you alright?” He asked a bit harsher than intended.
“Hm? Oh, I’m um– yeah I’m fine,” Nico’s weak smile was clearly forced and a look of pain came over his face when he did so. Draco glared again and Nico’s smile dropped at this. “Okay, you caught me. I heard my chin crack when I face planted into the floor.” He replied with slight amusement in his voice. Draco sighed and grabbed Nico’s arm to lower his hand from his injured chin.
“You should go to Madame Pomfrey.” He stated as a matter of factly. Now it was Nico’s turn to sigh.
“We have to finish dusting first though… won’t we get in trouble for this?” Nico desperately wished to go get this healed, as he didn’t have his wand to heal it himself. Though he didn’t want to be sentenced to more detention for leaving early.
“I’ll cover for you. Your wound needs treatment,” Draco glanced over his shoulder to the door, “This will take at least another hour. Just hurry back as soon as you're done there.” Nico nodded reluctantly, but his face was full of gratitude.
