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If I met you randomly on the streets, I'd probably go wide-eyed, point at you, and say nothing
I'd probably just point back at you and make a very surprised face and run towards you screaming 'OH MY GOD IT'S YOU' even though I have no idea who you are
"I don't want to go out I don't want to go out I don't-"
"Would you rather finish your Charms homework?" Cedric teased Tessa, pecking her on the cheek as she fell silent, sulking. "The cold isn't that bad. And snow is fun, Tess."
The Gryffindor stamped her foot and sent a cloud of soft, fluffy fresh snow flying, shivering and jumping a little to make herself feel warmer. "It's cold! It's freezing! I could be nice and warm in the common room!"
Cedric rolled his eyes, bending down to scoop a snowball into his hands. "Yeah, by the fire, nice and warm, doing your homework, Pussy-cat. Come on, Tess- it'd be fun if you'd just be a sport. We can make snowmen, or have a snowball fight, make snow angels... anything!"
"Snowball fight, eh," Tessa's voice took on a mischievous, wicked tone and Cedric turned around too late, getting a snowball right smack in the middle of his back. The slush began to drain off, and he glared at her in mock-irritation as Tessa fell onto the ground laughing.
"You did want to come out!" Cedric folded his arms, staring down at her.
"You deserved that, calling me Pussy-Cat again. You annoying prat." Tessa sighed in pleasure, lying back and making snow angels. "Mm, this is nice."
Cedric shook his head in defeat and lay down right beside her. "Pussy-Cat, you're impossible." It was swiftly followed by an "ow" as Tessa stretched out one arm and slapped his shoulder. "Ahem."
"If you get up here and make a snowman with me right now I might consider not calling you that anymore," Cedric winked at his girlfriend. "Up for that?"
Tessa rolled her eyes, but within moments the pair were up, flinging snow at each other while trying in vain to be serious about the snowman, as the flakes fell from the sky.
For Nightmarius
I am so, so sorry that this is incredibly late due to exams and things!
DRAMIONE
It would be a bad idea to talk about how they had landed up in the massive freezer, and even though Draco knew it was completely his fault he was not about to admit this to Hermione Granger anytime soon. Disapparating from inside seemed to be pointless; there was some sort of magic holding them within. Surely, though, someone would end up finding them in the end. Draco was confident of it; Hermione, not so much. She was also finding it productive to carry on lecturing him about stupidity, ego, etc etc. Finally the Malfoy couldn't stand it any longer- it was bad enough being stuck here without their wands or any other things that could possibly get them out, and the idiot Gryffindor had to keep going on about it.
"By Salazar, Granger, do shut up."
Hermione glared at him full-force. "If it wasn't for you-"
"You wouldn't be here, yes." Draco sighed heavily. "Why don't you use that brain of yours to find some way for us to stay warm or get out of here instead?"
His companion frowned, seeing the wisdom in the suggestion. There was a blessed silence for a minute, before she spoke up again. "There is a good way- a tried and tested one- to conserve warmth, you know- it works on the principles of-"
"Save it, Granger, what is it?" Draco stammered out as brashly as he could- not very, since his teeth were beginning to chatter from the effects of the cold.
"Sharing body heat. People do it especially in large groups; huddling together so they won't lose heat easily." She gave him a meaningful look. "If you want to, we can do that. It'll keep us warmer for longer."
Draco blanched. Essentially it was cuddling. Cuddling. With the Gryffindor. With the Mudblood! Okay, perhaps he liked her. A little. Sort of. No, he didn't, not really, I mean, he was a Slytherin. Slytherins were at war with Gryffindors. Right? He squirmed uncomfortably, staring at Hermione. Then again, it was for the sake of self-preservation. He was beginning to feel numb to the bone, even tucked under his thick robes; if frostbite set it that was the end of them. It might be a good idea.
"OK," He agreed reluctantly, sidling over to her. "Good idea."
He had to admit it was a nice feeling, even making him feel a little warmer on the inside. He even dared to put an arm around Hermione under their coats after a while. He could get used to this- just maybe without the gelid environment.
And then she fell asleep on his shoulder, and things got a teensy bit more awkward.
Especially when they were found ten minutes after that, and when the door was wrenched open, the first thing Draco quickly yelled was "it's not what it looks like!"
DREVILLE
Even after all this time, Draco gets skittish whenever he's vulnerable. The last time someone crept up behind him intending to give him a fright, he broke the poor kid's finger's after turning around at the first touch of hand on shoulder and bending said hand backwards to defend himself. It's something he's developed after the War, being left to re-establish the Malfoy name after the atrocities committed under Voldemort's rule. The whispers, stares, the constant gossip he's been surrounded by... it's just made him incredibly wary. So when he hears footsteps behind him while he's working on some high-level Herbology stuff, his first reaction is to grab his wand and turn around at lightning speed, mouth open to cast Petrificus Totalus if needed.
Neville stands there calmly, never batting an eyelid. The blond-haired young man breathes a long sigh of relief, replacing his wand where it should be. "Don't sneak up on me like that."
"Your door was open, I walked in," Neville points out mildly, smiling as he approaches Draco. "How is it going?"
Draco grunts, frustrated. "You're the Herbology professor; can't you help?"
"That's why I came in. You might find this beneficial." He fishes a packet of seeds out of his pocket and hands it to Draco, who raises an eyebrow. "These are Muggle plant seeds. What am I supposed to do with them?"
Neville grins playfully. "Okay, so maybe they're not very relevant... but you'll like what you see when you open it."
Arching an eyebrow, Draco rips the packet open and unceremoniously dumps its contents onto the table. For a moment his eye sweeps over the seeds, unimpressed, and then his breath catches.
"Oh!"
"Indeed. Pretty creative approach, don't you think?" Neville plucks the slightly ostentatious ring from the pile of seeds. "I was going to just put these as a bookmark in your Herbology texts but I thought you might throw them away."
Draco smiles affectionately, face softening as Neville places the ring on his finger without much ceremony; they both know what it means. "You know me too well."
Neville nods, agreeing. "I do. And for that I'm spending the rest of my life with you."
I'm not sure if this is actually interesting, but I just spent half an hour trying to set up a printer only to find out I don't have the CD thing to install the software and now I want to cry T_T
OH MY GOD I HAVE DONE THAT BEFORE IT SUCKS
I have an OC request :3 My OC's name is Bailey, she's adorably short and squat, she's a Ravenclaw, and she has really /really/ curly blonde hair. And I was hoping you could write her and Justin Finch-Fletchley being adorably awkward together :3 Please and thank you because you're amazing and I love you! <3
Justin. That’s a new one. I’ll try!
There was a rather tense, awkward silence as the two Hogwarts students walked through Hogsmeade together, both pretending they were busy eating their Chocolate Frogs, not talking. Justin had finally gathered up his courage and asked Bailey out, but it was going off awkwardly after the initial high that both of them had felt.
“So, um,” Justin scratched his head nervously, trying to think of something intelligent or at least conversational.
“How’s… uh, Charms?” Bailey tried asking about the subject she liked the most first.
“Uh, okay, I guess.” Justin flinched, trying vainly to get the conversation going. “Do you like Quidditch?”
“I’m… okay, I don’t really like or dislike it, but I watch the matches occasionally.”
“Oh. Who do you support?”
“I, um, I don’t really support anyone… but I think the Harpies play pretty well.” She broke into a small smile, and Justin relaxed a little- but not much.
Silence settled around them again, and Justin struggled desperately. Think, Justin, think, or she’s never going to come out on a date with you again! The thought was horrifying… and then if it couldn’t get any worse, he spotted… oh no.
“Justin!” Ernie waved from in front, spotting his friend. Justin flailed, trying to get him to go away, but he didn’t notice, and by the time he did, he had already skidded to a halt in front of the couple.
“Wow, are you out with your girlfriend?” Ernie blurted out before he could stop himself.
Bailey’s eyes grew huge and Justin let out an internal groan. Ernie just grinned and answered, “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“Um, not exactly-” Bailey began.
“Well, he asked you out on a date, didn’t he?” The other Hufflepuff ignored Justin’s glares at him.
“Ernie…” Justin hissed in a warning as his friend began to open his mouth again.
“Okay, I’ll leave you guys to couple time then. Bye.”
Justin seethed as he walked away. “He is incorrigible at times.”
“It’s okay,” Bailey smiled. “Is he always like that?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe,” He rolled his eyes. “But he has his redeeming factors, I guess…”
They began to talk more candidly, and Ernie beamed- his little ploy had worked, and now they could talk properly.
Mission accomplished!
*Walks in shyly* Um, h-hello. *Does a timid wave and places a small note on a random table* S-sorry to bother you! I'll leave now! *runs out door* *The note reads 'Would you write a Dreville? Possibly a first kiss? Thank you! <3'*
you guys. I love when you come up with creative ways of asking! :D Here goes a post-war Dreville!
“Hello, Draco.” Harry greeted the blonde-haired young man who stood nervously in the doorway, looking uncertain.
“You sure I’m welcome here, Potter?” Draco asked warily.
“Actually, I’m not.” Harry shrugged good-humouredly. “I’m sure it’ll be fine, Draco- it’s been years since the war. We know you’ve tried to make up for what you’ve done. Come in.”
Draco shuffled in slowly, awkwardly standing by while everyone caught up with each other, talking at the top of their voices.
Neville, Ron and Hermione were one of the first to catch sight of the Malfoy standing alone near Harry. Hermione went wide-eyed, Neville smiled welcomingly, and Ron had to be physically restrained before he charged over to strangle Draco.
“Draco,” Neville greeted him warmly, much to Draco’s surprise. “You want some Butterbeer?”
“What? Oh. Um, sure.” Draco was thrown off balance for a moment, and followed Neville to get some, as they began to chat.
“Well, you’ve certainly changed a lot from our school days.” Neville smiled at Draco, who winced. “Sorry. That was a bad topic, wasn’t it?”
Draco sighed and shook his head. “I made wrong choices. I’d have to face up to them someday.”
The pair talked to each other for the rest of the night, until Harry yelled to everyone that he and Ginny did need sleep too thank you very much and it was already two hours past midnight so “everyone clear out as fast as you can!”
As the other ex-Hogwarts students began to file out- and for some, simply Disapparated, Draco exchanged smiles with Neville. “Thanks for talking to me tonight. I really thought nobody would.”
“You’re welcome.” Neville grinned, then looked around quickly and leaned forward. “We can talk more, if you come to my place for dinner some time.”
Draco stared at him in shock. “Are you-“
“Maybe.” Neville gave him a shy smile. “Uh, I have to go now, so… I’ll see you some other time.” Without waiting for Draco’s reaction, he pressed a soft kiss to Draco’s cheek and Apparated away.
Draco stood stock-still as the crowd surged around him, and decided he might seriously consider the dinner invite.
Ah yes, sorry about that :) Autumn is a Hufflepuff. She has wavy/curly brown hair and blue-green eyes with glasses. And she's kinda on the short side. Anything else you need sweetie?
Draco cast a glance at Autumn, standing with her fellow Hufflepuffs, chatting and laughing about something, and swallowed the lump in his throat nervously. He was pretty sure other people were going to ask her out to the Yule Ball too, and the confidence he had was beginning to slip down into worry that she might have already been asked by someone else, or worse, might not like him enough to say yes. His mind had been going over the possible scenarios, and he had to admit he was quite scared.
He smoothened his hair and took a deep breath. All right, let’s go. He summoned up his courage and began to walk towards Autumn…
*****
Neville stole a glance at Autumn from the corner of his eye and cleared his throat while Harry went through a final reading of what he should say to her. He was beginning to get the jitters, if he hadn’t already had them before.
“You got that?” Ron and Harry doublechecked, smiling.
“What if she doesn’t like me?” Neville asked. “Or what if someone else’s already asked her? What if she thinks I’m ugly, or stupid, or-“
“Neville, we’ve gone through this at least five times. It’ll be fine!” Hermione reassured him. “She’ll find you wonderful. Now go ahead!” She nudged him forward.
Neville began to walk forward, nervously…
*****
All of a sudden Draco Malfoy and Neville Longbottom were standing in front of Autumn and she let out a squeak, startling her friends. Draco and Neville were staring at each other, and Neville began to speak quickly.
“Eh, Autumn, I was just wondering, I’d like to-“
“Hold on…” Draco stepped in. “I wanted to ask her to the Yule Ball!”
There was a moment of tension. Nobody spoke.
Until Autumn did.
“Oh.”
Hello :D I was hoping you could write a HC of Draco asking me to the Yule Ball! My name's Autumn, I'm a Hufflepuff, and I have short brown hair, glasses, and blue eyes
Sure! :) do you mind if it's short? ^_^
"So... you decided who you're going to the Yule ball with?" Autumn overheard Blaise Zabini asking Draco from nearby, their voices faintly echoing near her. She perked up, straining her ears to hear. Her fellow Hufflepuffs glanced up, seeing her stiffen and lean forward.
"Wow, what if he says someone other than you?" Wayne whispered conspiratorially from beside her, earning him a shove from Autumn, who started blushing.
"I don't know, still looking," Draco shrugged and drawled out lazily.
"Yeah, right," Blaise rolled his eyes. "I know, she's got short hair, and she's got blue eyes, and she's not a Sly-"
"Shh!" Draco hissed, loud enough for everyone to hear. Autumn's heart was beating faster than she'd ever thought was humanly possible. Could it possibly be... that Draco wanted to ask her?
"Look at Malfoy," Justin muttered under his breath, completely ignoring his Potions homework now and watching Draco and Blaise in fascination. "Keeps looking around- oh no, wait, he's staring at you." He giggled at Autumn, who squeaked and ducked her head down.
"He's coming over!" Susan gasped.
"Autumn?" A very familiar voice said the next moment, and Autumn winced, looking up tentatively. Draco was smiling ruefully. "Well, since Blaise already basically announced it to the whole Hogwarts..." Draco threw a disparaging glance at his friend. "Would you like to come to the Yule ball with me?"
Autumn nodded speechlessly, and he gave her a small smile before nodding politely and turning to leave.
"Well." Wayne blinked in stunned amazement.
"You got that right." Autumn grinned.
