#noeycat07

[manderleyfire]

“Because we’re soulmates?” he asked. “No. Because we’re human and we’re both flawed and… and because the only reason I had been able to hit you with the Bat-Bogey Hex in fourth year was because you had loosened your grip on my arm. You were going to let me go.” Draco stared at her, attentive and serious. “I think I was mostly in shock that my soulmate was a Weasley.” She glared at him but couldn’t help the smile that stretched across her face. ♥

[idreamofdraco]

*rereads list four times over* Is it an option to choose all of them? No? Okay then. Can we get a little preview of Downtown Abbey Theomione?

Thank you!! You can send more if you want! n_n The only WIP I can guarantee will be finished is TDC, so it’s very likely that the tens of thousands of words I’ve written for these other WIPs will never see the light of day. :( So I’m really happy to be able to post snippets from them.

From the “Send me an ask with the title of one of my WIPs and I’ll post a snippet or tell you something about it” meme thing.

The thing about the Downton Abbey Theomione story is that it doesn’t have a whole lot to do with Downton Abbey, haha. I was watching DA for the first time a couple years ago, and I got an idea for a marriage of convenience story. I don’t even remember specifically what inspired it. I think it was something about Matthew’s storyline? But here’s a snippet of it:

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A body rammed into Hermione’s shoulder, finally knocking all of her research to the ground in an explosion of parchment. No one stopped to help her pick it back up—some people, in their hurry, even stepped all over it.

No one, that is, except for the person who bumped into her.

“Granger. Shit. I’m sorry. Here, let me help,” Theodore Nott said.

Gritting her teeth in frustration, Hermione waved his hands away as he kneeled down next to her. “No, no, just leave it be! You’ve done enough damage already!”

Had he been almost anyone else, Hermione might have accepted his help, but frustrated tears filled her eyes, and she couldn’t stand the thought of this man seeing them.

Hermione remembered Theodore Nott from Hogwarts, but she didn’t know much about him. In their later years of school, she had seen him interact with Draco Malfoy and his band of admirers, and while she could not recall him teasing or taunting Hermione and her friends the way Malfoy had, memories of him snickering in the background while Malfoy did so were abundant.

He was one of the Slytherin students who had abandoned Hogwarts at the start of the Battle of Hogwarts, but his father had fought in the battle with the Death Eaters. Since the end of the war, Hermione had not had the misfortune of seeing him again until a few months ago, when she had begun lurking around Level One trying to gain Minister Thicknesse’s attention. She’d glimpsed him now and then in the corridor, though she did not know the nature of his business on this floor. She had assumed he, like herself, had been attempting over the last several months to capture the Minister’s ear. Apparently as unsuccessfully as she as well.

“You weren’t going to catch him,” Nott said, his voice warm with amusement.

Hermione frowned at the ground, refusing to look up. “Oh? And why is that?”

“He buys Fleet Feet Charms from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes to get from one place to another during a crisis so the press can’t accost him for a soundbite.”

She met his gaze then, her eyes widening in dismay before they narrowed. “I’m not the press.”

“No,” Nott said with a smile. “You’re the crisis.”

A wave of outrage flashed through her, and as she stood, her materials haphazardly gathered in her arms once more, she raised her nose in the air.

“Thank you for the tip. Next time I seek an audience with the Minister, I’ll be sure to be more prepared.”

His smile wilted as Hermione turned on her heel, storming through the corridor as he called after her, “Wait, that wasn’t a tip!”

If her arms hadn’t been full, she might have waved at him dismissively. Instead, she gave him her back.

[iamartemisday]

"One day you'll have to admit you were wrong and I was right." "Are you sure about that?"-- Lokane (I hope this helps distract you. Sending lots of love your way.)

Loki held Jane’s hand through the worst of it. As she screamed and strained, enduring a pain far greater than Loki would ever experience (no matter how many inane horse jokes Stark made), he wished only to take it from her. He knew this was a terrible idea. For so many reasons, they never should’ve done this. He never should’ve agreed. He should’ve talked her out of it, should’ve convinced her to wait a hundred years or so. He should’ve-

His daughter came into the world screaming. She kicked her tiny legs, beat her tiny fists, and hollered through enormous lungs. The doctors cleaned her up, They did a commendable job for a bunch of mortals. They gave her to Jane, who handed her off to Loki. Loki nearly dropped her as his arms weakened, but he held on tight her little body.

She’d stopped screaming and fallen asleep. Her eyes would not yet open, but deep inside he knew what color he’d see when they did. It terrified him, and it invigorated him.

“She looks…” he swallowed. “She looks like you.”

Jane smiled, wiping the sweat from her brow. “She looks like you too.”

She really didn’t. Her skin was perfect beige, not a blemish to be found. No tribal markings anywhere.

“She is beautiful,” he whispered. Oh, what a fool he’d become. How he’d fallen to such base sentimentality. Damn this perfect woman he called his wife. Damn her and bless her.

“See? Now you have to admit, I was right and you were wrong.”

“Are you sure about that?” Loki asked, because unfortunately for her, admitting he was wrong was still not in his nature. 

So he’d just have to keep it to himself.

[wandlores]

Draco/Ginny, "Honestly, I find you rather charming and it terrifies me."

this is for the @slytherdornet and @hprarepairnet be mine challenge!

the fact that ginny weasley agreed to let pansy set her up on a blind date was enough to be concerning.

but at this point, she was bored.

it didn’t work out with harry, hell, harry was with pansy parkinson now.

and well, blaise was a good fuck buddy, but it could never be anything more.

ginny was finally ready to settle down after five years of fun; she needed a serious relationship.

so as she looked at herself in the mirror, she stopped herself from rolling her eyes.

.. until pansy decided to walk up behind her and smirk.

“don’t you look hot, weasley,” she teased, “are you actually excited about this blind date? i can’t believe you’re wearing what i recommended.”

“just because you and harry are my roommates, parkinson, it does not mean you get to walk into my room whenever you please.”

pansy clicked her tongue.

“you’re so testy sometimes, take a chill pill. relax. you’ll need to relax for this date. trust me, he’ll drive you crazy otherwise.”

ginny raised her eyebrows, “what is that supposed to mean?”

pansy grinned as harry called her name from the other room.

“well, gotta run!” pansy called as she left the room to evade ginny’s question, “it’s time for me to have my daily fuck!”

ginny groaned to herself and knew it was then time to apparate out of their flat to meet her date.

she took one last look at her red dress in the mirror and made sure her hair was in place.

she took a deep breath.

she hated that she was nervous.

she apparated as closed her eyes to ground herself.

once she swallowed down the nausea that apparation always brought to her, she blinked rapidly as she saw who was waiting for her outside the italian restaurant pansy insisted they meet at.

it was draco malfoy.

ginny couldn’t help but glare.

sure, they had talked now multiple times since he was pansy’s best friend.

but she still found him insufferable.

“you have got to be fucking kidding me!” ginny groaned.

draco walked confidently toward her with a smirk on his face.

“i don’t know who kidding me is, but i’m very much in for fucking,” he replied cheekily.

she rolled her eyes.

“this won’t work. i’m leaving,” ginny stated.

she tried to turn on her heel, but draco grabbed her forearm. 

“don’t be ridiculous, weasley,” draco said seriously, “i want to try and make this work.”

ginny raised her eyebrow, but she didn’t argue.

because the truth was, she wanted to make it work too.

she sighed as she let him lead her into the restaurant.

and ginny was surprised when their date went genuinely well.

it went too well for ginny’s liking.

it almost frightened her.

after dinner, they decided to take a walk down diagon alley.

draco had offered ginny his peacoat, and she would be lying if she said she did not love wearing it.

it smelled like peppermint; it smelled like him.

she tugged it closer to her chest, and she saw that he noticed.

ginny blushed slightly and looked away quickly.

she hoped it was dark enough that he didn’t see the flush that spread across her cheeks.

“you like me,” draco teased, “i knew you would.”

“is there a time you are not full of yourself?” she asked him seriously, “i’m genuinely curious. the date was going fine until you decided to open your mouth here at the end.”

she tried to walk ahead of him, but he looped his arm through her’s to stop her.

he led her behind a building and leaned them up against a wall.

“i’m sorry, i’m a prat. but it’s only because it makes me feel more confident in the moment. it’s stupid, really.”

“huh,” ginny replied, “i never thought i would hear ‘i’m sorry’ from draco malfoy unless his life depended on it.”

he smirked, but it left his face quickly once he tucked a loose strand of ginny’s hair behind her ear. 

she stared at his face and swallowed slowly.

“what do you really think of me?” he whispered, “i want to know. how was tonight?”

she licked her lips before she replied.

“honestly, i find you rather charming and it terrifies me.”

she expected him to smirk, but he didn’t.

instead, he leaned down and pressed his lips softly to her’s.

it only lasted for a moment, but when he pulled away, ginny was wanting more.

“usually after a date, i would offer for you to come to my place to fuck, but this is different. you’re different, ginny.”

she smiled shyly as he kissed her forehead.

“i’ll see you around, weasley. you can give me my jacket back then.”

and before she knew it, he had apparated, and she was left alone with her thoughts and new feelings for draco malfoy. 

[idreamofdraco]

And I had a fear of forgiveness I was too proud to say I was wrong All that time is gone, no more fearing control I’m ready for the both of us now

So just know that I want you back Just know that I want you back Just know that I want you I’ll take the fall and the fault in us I’ll give you all the love I never gave before I left you (x)

This is my interpretation/impression of Ginny as of chapter 10 of @noeycat07‘s story What Ginny Forgot, which everyone should be reading. u_u HAIM’s newest single was giving me WGF vibes, and I couldn’t let go of this idea until I did something with it!

[idreamofdraco]

Also, to switch it up a bit, maybe #86, Blaise x Luna, please?

Blaise Zabini was not a religious man, but at this moment he was willing to pray to any god, to all of them, if only he knew their names.

He was too young to die. Hadn’t even had his twenty-sixth birthday yet. If he’d known he’d only live to be twenty-five-and-ten-twelfths, he would have lived his life differently, would have made better choices, would have told the ridiculous woman gawping over him that he loved her.

But he hadn’t and now it was too late.

He opened his mouth to say something, but sand coated every surface. It clung to his skin, his eyebrows, under his fingernails, and every time he swallowed, he felt it lining his esophagus.

If he’d known he’d die choking on sand, he never would have offered his last sip of water to Luna. He was a selfish bastard, and death is what he deserved for thinking of her before himself. Never again! Did you hear that, nameless gods? Never again!

The sand was not the only thing that would be the death of him. He could barely open his eyes because the sun was so blazing hot, sapping him of all moisture until his entire body burned like kindling.

He made a weak attempt to lift his arms, to push Luna, hovering over him if his blurry sight could be believed, away, to warn her that he was a lost cause and to tell her with his last breath that he fell in love with her in the Himalayas, in that one moment when a ray of sunlight had shined down on her like a spotlight while she was lost in thought trying to track the Triple-Coated Nepalese Boar-Bat. He’d been struck by her odd beauty, her dirty blonde plait adorned with leaves and twigs that other people might have assumed had gotten stuck to her in some kind of tumble, but Blaise had known she’d placed each individual piece carefully for some purpose or aesthetic she hadn’t shared and he hadn’t bothered to inquire about. She’d eventually turned her head, casting her bizarre, wide gaze on him, and he’d felt that stare straight through his core. Her eyes had never looked so blue, and he’d seen something new of her in them, something old beyond her years but also young at heart.

She’d smiled and he’d been lost.

He’d never get to tell her about that because he was dying, and maybe she would die, too, baked to death under the thousand-degree sun.

He had not signed up for this! How was he supposed to know a year ago that answering an ad in the Daily Prophet for a brawny travel companion would lead Blaise to the love of his life—a love that would cause him to shed his selfish ways—and, ultimately, to his death?

Water trickled into his mouth, and Blaise would have moaned if the sand in this throat hadn’t stifled the sound. He let the water coat his tongue, washing away the sand, before he swallowed, and then he let the water trickle over his face, providing a modicum of relief before he finally expired and met the heavenly maker he suddenly found himself worshiping.

I’m sorry, divine being! he thought gratefully, without specifying so that any of the listening deities could assume he was thinking about them. I’ll never scoff at your existence again!

A hand grasped Blaise’s, the fingers elfen and light. He knew that hand, and he sighed his relief. He blinked into the sun until a face obscured his vision, blocking the sun’s blinding light.

Wide, surprised eyes looked down at him, lips stretched into a beatific smile. A second hand stroked Blaise’s face, and he was glad, so glad, that Luna was the last thing he’d see before he died. His generic prayers had been answered. He’d sail into the afterlife with a pleasant memory of his last moments on earth fresh in his mind.

“I guess dying with you isn’t the worst way to go,” he croaked, and Luna’s grin widened further, exposing teeth.

Her hand stilled on his face, pausing its stroking to slap him across the cheek.

Blaise’s entire body jerked until he was sitting up, and his vision, which had a moment ago been filled with the blue of Luna’s eyes and the tan of her dirty blonde hair, was now filled with the blue of a sea and the tan of a beachy shore. To their left and right, large, shady umbrellas stretched along the beach while bathing suit-clad people laid out or built sandcastles with children or waded in the waves.

Blaise turned to Luna, trying to grasp what he was seeing. “Where are we?”

“Florida. Miami Beach, specifically.”

“Not the desert?”

“No, darling,” Luna said as she laid on her back on top of a beach towel, the floppy straw hat she’d made during a trip to Wales covering her face.

She was clad in the kind of old fashioned swimming suit ladies wore in eras when the sight of bare female ankles was scandalous. As silly as she looked compared to the topless and bikini-ed women around them, she had never looked more enticing to Blaise.

He tore his gaze away from her to scan their surroundings again. Florida. That’s right. They were holidaying in Florida to rest from a year of travels looking for the wildlife Luna featured in her nature pamphlets. Though, as Blaise looked around, Miami Beach seemed no different to him than the Himalayas or the Serengeti. Just another exotic locale featuring strange and dangerous creatures.

Sensing Blaise’s confusion with an intuition most people underestimated, Luna said from beneath her hat, “You’ve been asleep for over an hour. I thought it was time for a drink and a snack.”

In the sand next to him sat an apple and a bottle of water dripping in condensation. As he chugged the beverage down in ten seconds flat, he appreciated Luna’s surreptitious use of magic to keep the drink ice cold in the disgusting Florida heat.

Smacking his lips at the conclusion of his drink, he palmed the apple and said, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?”

Luna pushed the hat off her face, her eyes shining and her smile blindingly bright. “Really?”

He smirked at her happiness, but a tender flutter began in the area of his selfish heart. As he leaned toward her, closing the distance between his mouth and hers, he couldn’t help but notice how her eyes widened and then shuttered closed, waiting for him.

 “After all we’ve been through together, I can’t believe Florida is what broke me,” he said just before he kissed her senseless.

He made sure to send a prayer of thanks to the god or gods that had spared his life, but as Luna released a happy sound and returned his kisses, Blaise couldn’t think of anyone better to worship than the woman underneath him.

Sorry, Floridians. Your state is too hot and humid and the only thing it’s good for is Disney World and Harry Potter Land. And maybe oranges I guess. u_u

[idreamofdraco]

Hello my dear! If you're still doing the prompt requests, #58, Drinny, please :)

No more requests, please!

From the bow of the ship, Ginny attempted to part the fog with the strength of her will. Failing in that, she crossed her arms and clenched her fists to keep herself from tapping her anxiety away. The weather had been kind to them, and Ginny knew the fog was a necessary evil. Without it, their enemies would see the fleet arriving from miles away. Under the cover of mist and darkness, the Lightning Guard slid through the water unnoticed.

Ginny had hoped to never see war again. The nightmares that had plagued her over a decade ago no longer interrupted her sleep, but the memories were still clear as day, as if she’d only just fought at the Battle of Hogwarts days ago. Fred’s unseeing eyes still stared up at her from the depths of her recollections. If she let herself dwell for too long, she could still feel the heat of enemy spells as they grazed past her cheek and singed her clothes. The smell had finally faded from memory, the char of burned bodies, the acrid smoke, the stinging tang of blood and magic, but the images would never leave her.

She feared the new horrors that awaited her on the shore, but she could not go back, only forward.

“Anxious to be the first one off the boat?”

Ginny turned as Draco joined her, finally breaking her eye contact with the all-engulfing fog.

“No. Yes.”

He stared down at her, understanding the conflict behind her answer. There were few in the Lightning Guard who could not remember the second war fought against Voldemort. The young and naive in their army, youths who had been fortunate enough not to lose a loved one in the last war, slept obliviously in their bunks below deck, eager for the battles to come. They were the only ones. Everyone else remembered, and everyone else hated that the situation had escalated to this point.

Harry Potter’s assassination had been a challenge, a threat, one that the Lightning Guard had had no choice but to face head on.

Draco slid his arm around Ginny’s waist, tugging her close to his side. His warmth soothed her, allowing her to relax as much as possible–that is to say: marginally. She’d been tense for days, so the comfort Draco was able to provide, though minimal, was still a noticeable relief.

“How did we get here?” she asked as Draco cradled her in his arms.

“Well, let’s see,” he began, and Ginny’s lips twitched at the sarcasm in his voice. “The Purebloods discontent with the result of the last war banded together and hired mercenaries to fight battles on their behalf. My family, not wishing to be used the way we were used by the Dark Lord, defected over to your side, and after many months of doubt and suspicion finally won your lot over with our Malfoy cunning, charm, and sense of self-preservation. For some reason, I fell in love with you, and somehow I convinced you to fall in love with me as well. Then Potter was killed, which was an act of war, and so here we are on the eve of battle, sailing for Edinburgh to wage war against the wizarding elite. Or their hired help, at least.”

Ginny’s tension eased a little more, and her smile, sad as it was in the face of the events of the last decade summarized so succinctly, widened.

“Thank you for that run down.” She looked out into the fog, sensing they were close to their destination, and her heart pounded at the thought of reaching land, departing the ship, and the planning that would have to ensue before they struck the Purebloods’ war camp. They had mere hours before the sun rose and they lost the element of surprise. “Draco, I–”

He squeezed her. “No, I don’t want to hear it.”

“But I have to say it.”

She stepped out of his embrace and wished the fog would part for one moment, just a single moment to allow the moon’s light to touch his platinum hair and let her see his face. But Ginny didn’t need light to see him. She knew him as well as she knew her own reflection, perhaps even better.

Still, she ran her hands up his arms and over his broad shoulders, gliding up his neck to his face, tracing the outline of his lips and then the seam between them with her thumb, sliding down the perky line of his nose, grazing his eyelids and eyelashes. Draco stood still as a statue and let her explore him, let her memorize him, without complaint. Ginny knew he wanted very badly to complain. She could feel the shape of his mouth changing, the corners lowering into a displeased scowl.

“There,” Ginny whispered when she was finished. “I’ve said everything there is to say.”

“I haven’t,” Draco responded just before he tugged her back into his arms and crashed his lips against hers. She let herself stumble and fall against him, let him take the lead even though they both preferred it when she was in charge.

This was his way of saying goodbye, and she let him say it. No tears were shed as mouths and hands wandered over and under clothes, and only when they were both breathless and raw did they part.

Draco cupped her face. “I’d die for you, you know.”

“Oh, stop!” Ginny’s breath hitched, a sob threatening to come out.

“Of course, I’d haunt you in the afterlife, but, really, it’s the thought that counts.”

And suddenly Ginny was laughing, which was exactly the reaction Draco had been going for. She punched the smirking git and laughed against his chest until she had no air left with which to expel laughter. But then she had no air for crying, either.

They held each other close, looking out into the fog, searching for some relief, and out of the darkness, a silhouette of land began to form.

[wandlores]

Blaise/Luna, "So you think I'm funny, do you?"

blaise was a serious person.

and sometimes, that was.. off-putting to others.

but luna found it amusing.

“so, you think i’m funny, do you?” he asked her.

she was covering her mouth with her hand and giggling like crazy.

“you need to lighten up, love,” she told him, “you are just so easy to tease.”

he huffed slightly and crossed his arms.

he leaned against the brick wall and glanced down at her small frame. 

he wasn’t sure what their status was, but all he knew now was that he loved when she called him love.

“how-how do you do it?” he asked her, “how do you take things so lightly?”

she pursed her lips together as she thought of an intelligent answer.

that’s what he loved most about her, the fact that she was always thinking through things and coming up with intellectual conclusions.

it was rare to find a gem like that, it seemed.

“i wouldn’t say that i do take everything lightly,” she answered honestly, “but if i take everything too seriously, i can miss the real meaning.”

“i take everything seriously, because i see the true meaning.”

“you miss the meaning when you don’t relax. to find the true meaning of something, you have to be completely centered within yourself. otherwise, the meaning is biased by outside forces.”

he opened his mouth slightly and then shut it quickly.

he was rendered silent, and he had no idea how to respond.

her blue eyes stared up at him, and she smiled softly.

“your silence say so much,” she told him, “it shows you’re thinking about changing your perspective.”

what she didn’t already know, was that she has already changed his perspective on so much.

including her.

he took a step toward her and bent down to kiss her forehead.

she closed her eyes and sighed.

then he couldn’t help but wonder, what is the true meaning of this moment?

he hoped it meant what he felt it did.