I like aus where Harry is just the chilliest mf and he hangs out with like a shit ton of people from time to time. I like to imagine he gets special access to all the other houses rooms and everyone just vibes with him strolling in. Even slytherins, just like he comes on in, takes a seat by the window and everyone is like "hiiii Harryyyy" without looking up from what they're doing.
I will never understand how people will both say that Slytherin pureblood families valuing having children to be their heirs and carry on their legacy. AND believe that all or the majority of slytherin families treat their children like shit.
Give me loving pureblood parents. Give me loving pureblood parents who fawn and adore their children. Give me Narcissa and Lucius (heavy on Lucius) Malfoy who adore Draco whole heartedly and who had their faith in Voldemort shaken when they saw his torment not only affect each other but their only son. Give me pureblood Slytherin parents who are the CEOs of conditional love. Give me Walburga Black who abandoned Sirius the second he showed an independent thinking that didn’t fit her blood supremacy mentality but who showed off Regulus like a prize at every social event because he fit her standards. Give me pureblood parents who just dont give a damn about blood supremacy. Give me Blasie Zabini’s mother who raised him with unconditional love and spoiled him fucking rotten. Who married men of all blood status’s (many of which slipped through the cracks because seven fucking husbands…who the hell is keeping count of all of their blood status(s), my headcanon is she definitely married a couple well known purebloods/halfbloods and a couple of muggleborns who werent well known so that she can keep up her own pureblood status-not cause she believed in it but because it was useful to be a beautiful pureblood woman-especially a black dark skin woman- yes i believe racism extended to the wizarding world but thats a topic for another post). A mother who never confirmed who Blaise’s father is- despite definitely knowing which husband it was- because who needs to know his father??? All that matters is that Blaise is her son, from the way he looks, acts and thinks. He’s her baby damn the father. Give me pureblood parents who unfortunately are the stereotype, who are abusive and whose children definitely show symptoms of abuse when they make it to Hogwarts and who only experience support privately, depending on how important and dangerous their parents are. Give me complex Slytherin Pureblood Families NOW!
I explore this in my blaise zabini centered series soooo maybe go check it out babes
Hermione scolded him as he punched his pillow into a comfortable position on the hardwood floors of their new house. He covered himself with a flimsy bedsheet and laid down on the floor, resting his head on the pillow, before looking up at her defiantly.
“Was it I the superstitious one that insisted we not to sleep together in the house until after we were married?”
Hermione clenched her fists at her sides and gritted her teeth. Having only bought their new home less than a week ago, they only owned a bed. Despite having lived together in his rented flat for a few months already, she regretted admitting out loud that she believe that if they spent the night together in their marriage home, without being married it would bring upon the end of their relationship and an early destruction of their home which would lead to one of their untimely deaths.
She’d moved into their house two days ago, and he had made fun of her for asking him to keep his old flat until they were married, yet he agreed. Unfortunately, when the landlord asked him to move out just three days before the actual wedding, Draco insisted on sleeping in his own home.
“We weren’t supposed to sleep in the house at the same time” She huffed at him. “It doesn’t matter where you sleep anymore, we’re already cursed. Come sleep on the bed.”
He smirked up at her as he covered himself up to the neck in his blanket.
“I am in bed.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. He really could be impossible when he put his mind to it. And after two years of working as partners in the auror office and three years of dating, he knew just how to push her buttons when he wanted her to lose her temper.
“I don’t want you sleeping on the floor.”
“I will sleep on the floor, and when I wake tomorrow with the pains of an eighty-year-old, I will make it my duty to remind you how it is all your fault.”
“You’re infuriating.”
She stomped over to him and pulled the pillow from under his blond head. She sat next to him on the floor, fluffed the pillow and laid down back facing him. She felt his arm wrap around her waist as he pulled her closer to his chest and buried his face in her curls. Despite her anger, she melted into his embrace.
“Granger, you’ve just cursed our whole lineage. None of our children will ever marry and that is if this little muggle curse of yours even allows us to have children.” He drawled close to her ear. “I’d be surprised if we make it through the night.”
“You are the one who cursed this marriage when you decided to sleep here tonight.”
He laughed at her remark before placing a kiss on her unruly hair.
“This marriage was cursed by your hair long before it even started, Granger.”
In these seven Harry Potter films we can observe the matches that the house of griffindor had with the slythering house, in which the house of griffindor always won
Warnings/notes: A bit OOC maybe, and this doesn’t follow the canon storyline. Not proofread so I apologize in advance for any possible mistakes. Let me know what you think xx
Wordcount: 3530
Summary: An alternate reality in which Draco fights in the war on the good side, all thanks to you.
The redemption of Draco Malfoy started out small, the signs barely even visible. No one knew exactly how it happened, the only thing they knew for certain was that it started with you.
You were a Ravenclaw in the same year as him.
You were probably one of the most kind-hearted, good-natured people in the entire school, but you were also very intelligent and outspoken and didn’t take shit from anyone, standing up for the people who couldn’t do so themselves, and also for yourself.
It was your quick-witted personality that first sparked Draco Malfoy’s interest, and as you were a pureblood and also didn’t belong to the worst of the houses, he befriended you. Or well, friends wasn’t really what you would call it.
You just hung around each other from time to time, followed each other around without saying much, just silently agreeing that you were mutuals.
You weren’t the worst company in his book, for sure better than Pansy Parkinson, but the problem that came to be pretty quickly was that he, as opposed to you, was a terrible person.
He would bully anyone wearing the red and gold colors, and anyone who didn’t agree with his opinions, throwing the M-word around without as much as a smidge of regret.
He was spoiled, entitled and absolutely insufferable, and every time he called someone a mudblood or bullied anyone in general, you would hit him in the head with your books and stomp his foot, the same going for Crabbe and Goyle.
But then again, they didn’t do nor say much unless Draco sparked up the fight first, so when he didn’t, they didn’t either.
You had heard about him calling Hermione a mudblood when they were younger, but unfortunately, you hadn’t been present at the time.
You were, however, present when he called her a mudblood again at the end of your fifth year, and you had been absolutely infuriated.
First of all, Hermione had just held her own and punched him herself, before raising a wand to his face.
And after that, you had proceeded to slap his head repeatedly, with an increase of force for every time, and told him to apologize which, after a lot of yelling back and forth between the two of you, he did, much to Harry and Ron’s amusement.
After that, he just stopped using the word all together, refusing to be put through that kind of humiliation again.
But for some reason, he didn’t despise you afterward, getting over it in a day or two and then proceeding to go on as if it had never happened.
As a few more months went by, he started becoming more laid-back, refraining from actively bullying people and beginning to hold his tongue, even when Ron or Harry were the first ones to start something.
And when he, just a few days before you would be going to Hogwarts for your sixth year, was told by his father that the Dark Lord had big plans for him, he came straight to you, showing up at your doorstep much to your parents’ panic and infuriation.
They were convinced that he had been sent by Voldemort to kill them, and it took you a good ten minutes to convince them that he was there in peace.
You might have had a bit of a love-hate relationship, but he was your friend at the end of the day, kind of, so you stood up for him, and your parents agreed to take him to the Order where he was then forced by a distrusting Alastor Moody to take a Veritaserum to make sure he didn’t have anything up his sleeve.
They also checked, quite literally, under his sleeve, forcing him to roll it up to show them that he hadn’t taken the Dark Mark.
It became apparent to them that he was telling the truth, but years’ worth of bullying from his side didn’t just go away in a blink of an eye and seeing as you had been the one to vouch for him, he became your responsibility.
If anything happened, if anything went wrong because he turned out to still be loyal to his parents and the Dark Lord, that would be on you, which was why you were the one to be paired up with him during the transportation of Harry from Little Whinging to the Burrow.
When you turned up at Harry’s family home, you obviously took him by surprise by showing up without telling him beforehand.
More so than anything, however, he was shocked to see Draco with you.
He knew about Draco having left his parents’ side, but he didn’t know it had gone to the extent of him joining the Order. He didn’t know much about the Order at all, now that he thought about it.
His eyes widened and his eyebrows shot up at the sight of the silver-haired Slytherin and his tormentor of so many years standing between you and Fred.
Draco took note of his expression immediately and pulled his face into a scowl. “Trust me, I’m about as happy about all of this as you are, Potter.” He said.
“He won’t turn on us.” You told him without missing a beat, having gotten so used to people voicing their concerns about Draco’s participation in the Order’s work that you had just started telling them before they got the chance to say anything.
But Harry only offered you a tense smile and a nod. “I know.” He said, admittedly slightly shocking both you and Draco.
But you got no time to dwell on it, having to get to work in order to make it within the planned time-frame.
Each of the Harry-clones were paired up with a member of the Order on either a broom or thestral, while the real Harry went with Hagrid on Sirius’ motorcycle.
You and Draco went as yourself on a broom each, following along for extra protection and when you were attacked by at least thirty Death Eaters and the chase began, the dark witches and wizards were quick to identify the Malfoy-boy.
While half of them focused on the task at hand to find out which of the Potters were the real one and point him out to their Lord, the other half targeted you and Draco who were flying side by side, forcing you to split up in order to avoid the spells being thrown your way.
A while into the chase, after dodging and casting spells for a good few minutes, you wound up side by side with George and Remus, and when noticing one of the Death Eaters raising his wand in their direction, you wasted no time in rounding over to their other side, taking the hit.
You had no idea what kind of spell it was, but you yelled out in pain as it struck your side, instantly feeling your black wool sweater getting wet and sticky with blood.
No one paid you any mind, too distracted by the task at hand to even hear you. Draco did, however, flying over to your side and wasting no time in checking you over to his best ability when at the same time flying his broom.
“Were you hit?” He asked over the whistle of the wind, and you hurried to shake your head.
“No. I’m fine. It just took me by surprise, is all.” You lied, forcing yourself to smile through the pain and discretely hiding the wound with your coat, thankful for the fact that it was almost pitch black out.
He gave you a doubtful look but said nothing more, not that he would’ve had the time to even if he wanted to with the dozen of Death Eaters tagging up on you again.
You’d had more close calls than you could count at this point, just barely dodging the spells they were repeatedly casting your way, and before you knew it, the back of your broom was struck by a bright light, sending you falling to the ground.
You held your hand tightly against your still bleeding side, tensing your jaw in order not to scream out from the pain when you not-so-gracefully landed on the ground.
Draco wasn’t far behind you, his broom having been hit too. But he managed to land significantly more gracefully, wasting no time in abandoning his broken broom to run up to you where you laid on the ground, bending down and taking your hand.
You clasped your hand around his and allowed him to pull you up, but when he did so, the wound sent a jab of pain through your entire side, causing you to yell out in pain before you could stop yourself.
Draco instantly took note of your tense movements and the way your hand flew to your side, his eyebrow creasing together. “What’s wrong?” He asked, looking down at your side and reaching for your hand.
At this point, you knew that he’d try to find out what was wrong the more you fought against him, so you let him touch right below your hand, watching as his worried expression turned into a hard glare when he caught sight of the blood now staining the tips of his fingers.
His eyes flickered back up to meet yours, cold and hard. “You’re hurt.” He pointed out, before raising his voice. “How could you not tell me you were hurt?!”
“I’m fine.” You wasted no time in assuring him with a glare, but the painful expression on your face and the way you flinched in pain gave it away immediately.
“You’re not fine!” He fought back, scoffing. “It just took me by surprise, that’s all.” He imitated you with downturned lips, before glaring at you again. “How do you think this will look?! The Order’s little princess dying with the Slytherin Prince, they’ll have my head!”
“Oh, give them some credit, will you? They let you into the Order, didn’t they?” You snapped back, and when he said nothing, you narrowed your eyes. “Yeah, that’s what I thought.”
He glared right back at you, both of your stares unwavering. But neither of you got the time to say anything else, the flock of Death Eaters that was the very reason you were currently on the ground and not in the sky catching up to you and heading straight your way.
The two of you wasted no time in grabbing your wands and raising them to the sky, but you quickly had the same realization.
“There’s too many of them, we can’t fight them all.” You said, and Draco whipped his head around to glare at you.
“You don’t say?!” He sarcastically replied.
In any other case, you would’ve scolded him for his attitude, but there was no time, the Death Eaters beginning to descend from the sky on their brooms.
Your eyes widened, and you simultaneously began backing away. “For Salazar's sake, we have to run! Run!” You yelled when the first Death Eater set his feet on the ground, and the two of you wasted no time, running into the cornfield that you had conveniently landed right in front of.
“Fucking Potter!” Draco complained loudly as you ran through the high corn stalks, hitting the big leaves away from his face.
Your breath shook as you ran, one hand holding your side and the other holding your wand while doing the same as Draco, slapping the leaves away. “Harry has nothing to do with this.” You replied, and Draco whipped his head around in your direction.
“Of course he does!” He yelled. “All of this is because of him!”
“Just be quiet, for once in your life!” You yelled back, following his example and whipping your head around to face him with a glare, too.
But the glare quickly fell when a sudden wave of dizziness hit you from out of nowhere, causing you to stumble and fall onto your knees, just barely managing to catch yourself with the hand you were holding the wand in.
Draco came to an abrupt stop when he noticed you falling, turning back around to get you, getting down to his knees beside you. “What the bloody hell are you doing?” He asked. “Get up, we have to keep going!”
He started pulling at you in an attempt to get you back onto your feet but when he did so, you yelled out in pain, tears starting to blur your vision.
“I- I can’t.” You cried, falling back to the ground and taking him with you.
“Don’t you dare die on me!” He yelled at you, holding you and trying to hold you upright. “You can’t die on me. (Y/N)!”
But at that point, you were already passed out in his lap from the blood loss, and he realized immediately that he didn’t have any other choice but to take a risk.
His breath was shallow from a mixture of worry and panic, his heart feeling about ready to beat out of his chest as he raised his wand into the air and shot a bright, blue light out of the tip to signal anyone who happened to be near.
He could only hold you close to his chest and hope that the Order was closer and would reach you before the Death Eaters who were hot on your trails.
His eyes squeezed shut when their hooting and laughing reached his ears, along with rustling in the leaves in the distance, the sounds only getting closer.
He thought for sure that the two of you were goners, when Remus and Arthur suddenly apparated right beside you and hurried over to where he was sitting in the dirt with you in his arms.
“What happened?” Arthur wasted no time in asking, opening his arms for Draco to hand you over, which he carefully did, watching with a worried expression as your head just hung limply over the older man’s arm, your eyes closed.
“She got hit, I don’t know with what.” He replied simply, watching as Remus carefully rolled up your shirt to expose your stomach.
He hissed to himself when he laid eyes on the gaping wound in your side, fresh blood still being produced and dripping to the ground at an alarming pace and amount.
“This is dark magic, we won’t be able to heal it completely. Just enough for her to be able to apparate.” He told them, and Draco instantly glared, losing his temper.
“Well, get on with it then, before we all die!” He yelled as the Death Eaters' voices became louder, and Remus didn’t have to be told twice, the tip of his wand lighting up over your wound.
When he had done the best he could to heal it, he and Arthur lifted you up together and without wasting another moment, they apparated out of there, appearing in front of the Burrow just a second later.
The door to the house was wide open when they arrived, your parents wasting no time in running up to meet them halfway.
Your father took over on Arthur’s side, him and Remus carrying you inside while Molly was stuck comforting your crying mother.
Draco stood still, watching them carry you away with a flurry of emotions battling in his body, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Arthur, who was still there, walked up to him, giving him a sincere look. “Are you alright, Draco?” He asked, but Draco barely even acknowledged him, his eyes stuck to the doorway through which you were now being carried.
Arthur took note of the way the younger boy’s Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed and took a step closer. “It’s okay, son. She’ll be alright, you have my word.” He assured him, and then proceeded to raise his hand to his shoulder.
Draco’s head instantly whipped around to face him, his eyes and face turning hard and defensive at the unexpected act of affection, but Arthur paid the glare he was receiving no mind, nodding his head and mustering a thin-lipped smile, squeezing his shoulder.
“You did good.” He continued, giving his shoulder another squeeze, before turning around and heading toward the house, leaving Draco outside by himself where he stayed for another moment to collect his thoughts and regain his composure before going inside.
Once everyone’s injuries were tended to and everyone that had made it out with their lives intact was gathered in the living room, Remus and Arthur told them all that the only reason the rest of them had managed to get away from the Death Eaters was because so many of them had strayed away from their mission to hunt down you and Draco.
Hadn’t it been for the Death Eaters being so vengeful because of Draco’s betrayal, they didn’t know what would have happened, about which the boy in question didn’t know whether or not he was supposed to feel relieved, seeing as it was also for that very reason that you had gotten hurt.
But just like promised, you were up and at it like nothing had happened the next morning, walking around the house, although with some struggle because of the pain, despite your mother and Molly’s instructions to stay in bed.
You had known the second you opened your eyes that morning that you were going to get a lot of shit from Draco about hiding your injury the night before, which was why you avoided him to your absolute best ability throughout the day, which was easy when there were about a dozen other people in there with you.
But then most of them went outside to help prepare for Bill and Fleur’s wedding what was going to take place in a few days, and when they disappeared, he was finally able to corner you, just as you had been about to lock yourself into your assigned bedroom.
And you had been right, the silver-haired boy wasting no time in going off on you, not much taking into consideration that you were exhausted and weak.
“How could you not tell me you were hurt?!” He yelled at you the second he had managed to push himself into the room, eyes fierce with anger and pale face pulled into a scowl of pure infuriation.
You weren’t too bothered with his tone, having been at the receiving end of it more times than you could count since first meeting him.
“I can hold my own. I’m not weak, and I don’t need your protection.” You answered simply, sitting down on your bed and looking out the window.
“Really? Because the way I see it, it was pretty obvious you did.” He scoffed back. “And isn’t it you who always tells me there’s no shame in leaning on others for help?”
“That’s different.” You answered quickly, turning your head back around to face him with a glare.
“How is that any different?” He asked and at that, you stood up, your face darkening and your patience running awfully thin.
“Why are you reacting like this? Why do you even care?” You retorted, and watched as a dark but unreadable expression crossed over his face.
“Because I love you, and I almost lost you!” He exclaimed, and while anyone else would’ve turned speechless at a confession like that, your glare only hardened.
“Well, why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place?! We wouldn’t have had to had this conversation!” You exclaimed back, throwing your arms out in exasperation, to which he took a step closer to you.
“Because you’re as stubborn as a bloody mule and you never shut up!”
“Oh yeah? Well, in that case, we must be perfect for each other, because talking to you is like talking to a bloody wall!” You wasted no time in yelling back, following his example and taking a step closer to him, too.
“You’re one to talk, you, you-“ He struggled to find a good enough insult, all while you kept walking closer to him.
When he then proceeded to get into a ridiculous rant about how reckless and irresponsible you were, you could only roll your eyes and shake your head.
More than anything, you just wanted to lay back down and sleep some more, the painkillers you had been given earlier that morning starting to wear off and a headache also beginning to make its way into your head.
You didn’t listen to a single word that Draco was yelling at you, simply watching his lips move and his arms flail around in an angry manner, having calmed down completely by the time you were finally right in front of him.
“Oh, for the love of all that is good, just shut up and kiss me already.” You snapped in an annoyed tone when you came to a stop.
At the sound of your words, his own words got caught in his throat and his arms stilled at his sides.
Before he could do as told or even progress your words, you took matters into your own hands, reaching out for his chest and grabbing a hold of the front of his shirt, giving it a rough tug and attaching your lips to his in one fluid motion.
It took him by surprise, that much you were sure of with the way he froze completely under your touch.
But after taking a moment to collect himself, he responded by kissing you back, letting his arms hang limply at his sides while yours were still clutching the collar of his black button-up.
The kiss was short and kind of angry, but even then, in all your furious and stubborn glory, everything you had never said out loud poured into that one single moment, and it was more than enough to motivate you and prepare you for what was to come.
Now everyone could finally see and say that your love was what had caused Draco to grow as a person and switch sides, and it was also that very same love that got him through the war, after which you would forever be known as the girl who tamed the Slytherin Prince and helped him onto a road to redemption; something he would be forever grateful for.
