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Hermione: How’d it go, honey?
Ron: [just got back after dinner with Blaise’s parents for the first time] I think it went well..
Harry: Ron. You texted me saying “this place is so fucking fancy. I don’t know which knife to kill myself with.”.
Hermione: …
Ron: …
Harry: …
Hermione: Must of been pretty fancy if you didn’t kill yourself
Ron: Oh my god it was!! And !!-
OMG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH ?!?! BYE THE CONCEPT IS ADORABLE 😡😡😡 i’m so ready for this gtfo
⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ lady!reader (regency au)
Dearest gentle reader, this author is more than delighted to introduce you to Lady Y/N. A lady that was born into London’s high society as the oldest child of a Duke and Duchess. The world of London‘s high society is filled with romance, friendship, scandals, rumours and secrets that want to remain hidden. But be forewarned, dear reader, this author has her eyes everywhere and nothing shall go unnoticed. As we embark into a new social season, I find myself pondering some most intriguing questions: Will Lady Y/N succeed in securing a match in this season? And will her reputation remain unsullied or will she find herself embroiled in scandal? I shall assure you, if any noteworthy event comes into my notice, I shall be the first to bring it to your attention. May this season promise us to be a truly unforgettable experience. Yours truly, Lady Whistledown.
lady!reader is witty, sarcastic, confident and may appear innocent but she might surprise you. she doesn’t let others treat her with disrespect and holds them accountable when necessary. she isn‘t as innocent as some might think.
lady!reader who seems like an open book but has sides to her that only her closest people know about. some are just reserved for a possible partner — sides only they can unveil.
lady!reader is someone who loves to read with her friends, take walks or spend time in nature. she loves to have fun and doesn’t care what other’s truly think about her, even if it‘s not appreciated by society to behave such ways. but be aware, there is so much more ready to be revealed.
lady!reader who has caught the attention of many people — possible partners are among them. the gender doesn’t truly matter to her. she is aware of the risks that come with her interests but she doesn’t care.
lady!reader who wants to fall in love with someone who truly wants and loves her regardless of her status. she wants something real and wouldn’t mind not to marry at all if she won‘t find what she wants.
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a/n: this au is completely inspired by bridgerton, especially lady whistledown — i'm using her solely for the purpose of the gossip society papers (like it's in the show and books). that's it!
i’m asking for help yall 😭😭😭 i’ve been stuck on this one draco malfoy fic i saw and i can’t find it but my memory is very vivid about it. It’s set years later and (y/n) is a model and like she’s very well known, They basically go to hogwarts for a teacher day thing and like Ginny and Harry’s daughter want an autograph. MAIN THING IS THAT DRACO AND Y/NS SONS FRIENDS THINK THAT SHES HOT AND STAY AT A SLEEPOVER AT THERE HOWS AND CATCH DRACO AND Y/N FUCKING.
PLEASE HELP ME FIND IT IM BEGGING YALL 😭😭😭😭
That's enough google for today🚶♀️
so, for reference, this is a scene from a fan fiction (linked below), and Haylan is the name that Harry Potter goes by.
The link below is to the third chapter, where this scene takes place, but I definitely recommend reading this story. It is always one of the hp stories that I am most excited about updates for.
I just think that someone should write a blaise/theo fic with them adopting a cat together and being happy
𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 — EP. 1
draco malfoy || cupid3clipse
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10 years ago
A Ravenclaw, the Draco Malfoy was dating a Ravenclaw. They were known for being one of the houses Slytherin tolerated but that was just it, tolerating. You were the most popular of the Ravenclaw house considering you were related to one the most richest, and noble Ravenclaw family of all the Wizarding world. Well next to the Malfoy’s. At first you weren’t the most fond of the boy, he was mean and ugly to any of those who “wronged” him but for some odd reason he was kind to you. You didn’t know if it was because of your family’s status or if he actually had a heart. When Malfoy first met you he was amazed by your dazzling beauty, your hair that he didn’t even have to touch; only look to know it was soft, your scent, everything about you.
You’re relationship started out when he asked you to the Yule Ball in year 4, it was unexpected but you accepted since nobody else had gained up the courage to ask you yet. Boy the night you had with him, dancing around with your friends and him like nothing mattered— never in your life did you think you could have this much fun with Draco Malfoy of all people.
Eventually you gained feelings for him, he fell first and rather quickly at that, to him you were just the perfect woman to ever exist; besides his mother. Who by the way loved you almost as much as he could, his father not so much who was upset he wasn’t dating a Slytherin but Draco wasn’t going to let his fathers cruel, ungrateful words change his love for you. Even when Draco got the Dark Mark you stuck by his side and despite becoming distant from everyone else he was in love with you and he couldn’t escape it even if he tried.
Things took a turn for the worse during The Battle of Hogwarts, you knew Draco was apart of the reason why it started because he was stuck with Voldemort no matter what. He didn’t have a choice but when he saved Harry from the fire you thought maybe just maybe he would finally stand up to his parents. But you were oh so wrong
When Voldemort was calling people to come over he was stood next to you holding your hand tightly, when his Mother and Father called for him. “Draco..” his mother called out so lovingly you could hear his breathing change as it hitched nervously.
“Please Dray.” You practically begged him holding his arm lightly squeezing it, he let his head fall looking straight at the floor, you could tell he was fighting which decision to make. You were only hoping he would make the right one.
He didn’t, he took a step forward but you’re connected hands and your grip on his arm stopped him mid way, you knew the pressure he had on his shoulders with this decision but if he seriously chose Voldemort over you, you wouldn’t know what to do with yourself
“Draco. If you do this… I can’t be with you.” You spoke firmly and he turned his body sideways to look at you, his disheveled appearance and the mix of fear written all over broke you. “Don’t be stupid.” You added hoping your words would draw him back into your arms but instead without a word he placed a kiss to your hand lovingly before he headed towards the group of Death Eaters two of those being his parents.
Present Day
For years Draco didn’t know if you died during the battle, he and his family beside him walked away from the fight cowardly, it was only when he saw your picture while out in Diagon Alley buying a new suit that was almost similar to the ones he already owned. He remembered you telling him about how you modeled and you wanted to go more professionally so when he saw you modeling for a perfume ad looking as stunning as ever he couldn’t help but feel proud for you. He caught himself staring at it before one of the workers in the store asked him if he needed help with anything which broke him out of his trance.
That was years ago now, Draco was successful he’d have pure bloods, mudbloods and muggles at his feet anytime anywhere. He hadn’t gone further than just a simple hook up not after you, you basically ruined him leaving a burn etched into him, you were his first and only love and the fact that he fucked up everything haunted him. Voldemort was dead now, if he chose to stay at your side he still would’ve been fine but now he just had to live with the decision he chose.
There was a party being thrown by Blaise Zabini it was sort of formal. Blaise was Draco’s best friend so he went just to support him, the last person he expected to see was you. He felt as if he saw a ghost he stopped talking to whoever was in front of him the moment his eyes landed on you, he could hardly breath. You looked so beautiful, you aged well from the school girl he knew.
Draco had been avoiding you since he saw you, but Blaise being as conniving as he was had managed to pull you over to Draco before he had to go off to his own wife. Draco was stuck in place at the sigh of you, he wondered if you hated him, he did leave you after all, he wouldn’t even blame you, hell he’d let you take your anger out on him if you so desired to.
“It’s good to see you Draco.” You spoke so professionally and not mad at all? Draco was almost confident you would’ve hexed him the moment you saw him but instead you were polite
“I agree..” Draco somehow managed to let out. His heart was pounding in his chest it almost hurt with how fast it was beating. “How have you been?” Draco questioned trying to make some sort of conversation
“I’ve been great, have something in New York coming up.” You smiled at the mention of it, Draco could barley register a word coming out of your beautiful mouth he was just so stunned that you were standing right in front of him
“That’s amazing! I’m proud of you.” Draco kept his cool while speaking, you could see right through it though, he’d been in newspapers for scandals you knew he was spiraling but you decided to let him suffer in silence, for you didn’t owe him anything not after he left you.
“You know, we should get dinner sometime. Catch up in a better environment.” Draco suggested obviously he had still been deeply in love with you, and obviously he didn’t know you were married.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” You turned him down which made his whole demeanor break he kept a poker face but his eyes betrayed him. “Draco, I know you. You don’t want it to be just us catching up.” You called him out
“Please, Y/N just one dinner.” He practically begged he was so blinded by his love for you that he failed to notice the big sparkling ring on your finger. He clearly wasn’t getting the hint, so you lifted your hand by your face showing off the ring which made his heart stop. You were married, he couldn’t believe it.
Of course he knew you were gorgeous and that men or woman around you wouldn’t fail to see that. He never thought that you would get married to someone that wasn’t him, he was burning with jealousy and heartbreak.
“If you thought I was gonna wait for you, you’d be delusional.” You stated simply allowing your hand to fall back at your side, he couldn’t believe it. He wished he was dreaming, and this was all some cruel nightmare, and he’d wake up with you by his side but this was reality. He screwed up everything and now you were married, taken from him by another man.
a/n : hope this is good!! i’ll be working on getting e.p 2 out as soon as possible so i don’t keep u guys waiting! lmk if you want to be tagged in the next part xx
We’ll Meet Again
“They tell of a tale in these London parts. That the devil and the wondering soul meet once every century......”
Prophecy:
Behold, the Dark Lord, shrouded in night,
With cunning eyes that gleam with a wicked light.
He sought power, a thirst that never waned,
And found it in two girls, their powers untamed.
The first, an obscurial, her magic twisted,
A parasitic force, dark and unassisted.
Her heart consumed by anger and pain,
She unleashed destruction, a torrent of disdain.
The second, a Veela, of ancient blood,
Her lineage was renowned, a power understood.
To cheat Death, to rise from ashes anew,
A gift passed down, rare and true.
The Dark Lord, in his arrogance and greed,
Though he could control them, and fulfill his need.
But little did he know, their destinies entwined,
Two forces combined, an alliance enshrined.
The obscurial, with her dark might,
Found solace in the Veela's light,
Their powers melded, a force so strong,
They united against the Dark Lord's wrong.
With their combined strength, they rose in might,
Fighting against the Dark Lord's blight.
They shattered his plans, broke his hold,
Their powers are unstoppable, brave, and bold.
The Dark Lord, now faced with defeat,
Brought to his knees, humbled and beat.
The girls, victorious, brought him down,
His reign of darkness forever drowns.
So ends the tale of the Dark Lord's plight,
Thwarted by two girls, with powers so bright.
Their alliance is a symbol of hope and might,
A prophecy fulfilled, in the battle for light.
COMING SOON!!!! chapters will be uploaded here on Tumblr, Wattpad, and Ao3
We’ll Meet Again
“They tell of a tale in these London parts. That the devil and the wondering soul meet once every century......”
Prophecy:
Behold, the Dark Lord, shrouded in night,
With cunning eyes that gleam with a wicked light.
He sought power, a thirst that never waned,
And found it in two girls, their powers untamed.
The first, an obscurial, her magic twisted,
A parasitic force, dark and unassisted.
Her heart consumed by anger and pain,
She unleashed destruction, a torrent of disdain.
The second, a Veela, of ancient blood,
Her lineage was renowned, a power understood.
To cheat Death, to rise from ashes anew,
A gift passed down, rare and true.
The Dark Lord, in his arrogance and greed,
Though he could control them, and fulfill his need.
But little did he know, their destinies entwined,
Two forces combined, an alliance enshrined.
The obscurial, with her dark might,
Found solace in the Veela's light,
Their powers melded, a force so strong,
They united against the Dark Lord's wrong.
With their combined strength, they rose in might,
Fighting against the Dark Lord's blight.
They shattered his plans, broke his hold,
Their powers are unstoppable, brave, and bold.
The Dark Lord, now faced with defeat,
Brought to his knees, humbled and beat.
The girls, victorious, brought him down,
His reign of darkness forever drowns.
So ends the tale of the Dark Lord's plight,
Thwarted by two girls, with powers so bright.
Their alliance is a symbol of hope and might,
A prophecy fulfilled, in the battle for light.
COMING SOON!!!! chapters will be uploaded here on Tumblr, Wattpad, and Ao3
Hey Lovelies!!
Im new to Tumblr and I do happen to write fanfiction!
Feel free to DM me anytime for suggestions. I normally do the Slytherin Boys but am open to do other HP, ST, THG, or TMR characters!
Glowing Shining Star
There’s two things everyone knows about Formula One. Number One: it’s the pinnacle of motorsport. Number Two: the Gryffindor Lions and the Slytherin Serpents have a rivalry the likes of which no other sport can compare to. Harry and Draco have been racing rivals from the moment they met. Having spent almost a decade constantly trying to one-up each other, their rivalry reaches new heights when they’re selected to race for opposing teams in the 2024 F1 season. As both learn to adapt to the fast-paced world of Formula 1, they find themselves growing closer as they come to realize that their enemies may not be who either of them initially thought.
draco malfoy walked so eboys could run
Fancasting
so I was chilling on the interwebs and I saw some good ole’ fashioned hp fan casting posts, one of which casted a young (90s ish) Leonardo DiCapiro as Draco Malfoy and at first I thought “eh” but then I really thought about it more and...
YES
ok so some headcannons
harry is a problematic bi
hermione definitely is a total musical theater nerd. can she sing? no. but that doesn’t stop her from belting out all of defying gravity? absolutely not
draco is the type of kid who would have a joana ceddia/emma chamberlain style YouTube channel. its 3 am in all his videos
all of slytherin has one (1) brain cell and it is in the permanent possession of blaise zabini
justin finch-fletchly is an absolute bean and deserves more hype
luna lovegood has an aesthetic ™️ instagram with over a million subs
dumbledore wears heelies
“Im back and ready to frickity-frackity fuck shit up”
- literally anyone at hogwarts at any given time
muggle au where draco got cut off from his dads credit card and has to work at like cvs or rite-aid
Social Media Au
Where Blaise and Pansy run a spam Instagram and it’s literally just weird photos of Draco that they take. Everyone in the school follows it. It’s probably called TheAmazingBouncingFerret or something.
I once had a dream where where Draco and Blaise were doing a buzzfeed interview but it was one of those interviews with puppies so it was just the two of them sitting infront of pink backdrop playing with puppies. I think in the end Draco adopted like 3 of them amd i really want someone to write or illustrate this.
Another conversation based the horrors of Ikea. Plus some Draco Malfoy head cannons :)
Quick little chat between Blaise and Draco :)
moodboard by @gender-snatched
Of Romance Novels and Rock & Roll
Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Chapters: 1/1
Word Count: 35,333
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Theodore Nott/Blaise Zabini, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter
Characters: Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Pansy Parkinson, Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Justin Finch-Fletchley
Additional Tags: Hogwarts Eighth Year, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Romance, Friendship, Humor, Crack Treated Seriously, Bets & Wagers, Rock and Roll, Books, Feelings Realization, Band Fic, Gryffindor & Slytherin Inter-House Friendships
Summary:
Between (literally) killer dares and friends that refuse to just shag already, Blaise knew his eighth year would be anything but dull. Throw Theo Nott into the mix and things just get a whole lot more complicated.
AO3
FFN
aren't they cute
I LOVE THEM SOOO MUCH><
Love, Anonymous | Blaise Zabini
Synopsis: The rumor mill at Hogwarts has expanded into physical print, and with it, a buzzing section dedicated to anonymous confessions.
Pairing: Blaise Zabini x Hufflepuff!Reader
Notes: I accidentally grew extremely fond of Ernie while writing this. Susan Bones supremacy, always.
Word Count: 4.8k
The infamous rumor mill of Hogwarts, upheld by boisterous Gryffindors Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil, seemed to finally reach eminence in the social sphere of the castle. It was a long time coming, you thought. Grapevines. Heard from a friend. Through an open door — nothing was as fascinating as the arbitrary spiel that grew to fruition in the rumor mill.
“I’m impressed. With all of this, you’d think Lavender was going after Skeeter’s job.” Susan hums, eyes scanning over the leaflets of paper lain strewn in front of you both.
Ernie snorts as he shovels a spoonful of peas into his mouth, eyes rooted to the ceiling as he awaited the daily post, “What a load of bollocks.”
“Hey, now. Don’t be so curt with it, E.” You muse, mouth folding into a wry grin as you pick up one of the loose papers, bringing it to eye-level so you could read it, “Look at this riveting slice of writing, Hogwarts Anonymous: With the Yule Ball so fresh in the minds of the student body–”
“Fresh? It was almost three bloody years ago.” Ernie interjects, tongue clicking loudly as the sea of owls begin to scurry across the plane of the ceiling, dropping rolls and boxes of news and gifts. However, the surge of mail went largely ignored as many students remained engrossed in the new Hogwarts gossip column.
You shoot Ernie a stern look at the interruption, but continue when Susan releases an amused huff, “As I was saying—With the Yule Ball so fresh in the minds of the student body and love so sorely missed as a result, Hogwarts Anonymous is dedicated to working towards the revival of matchmaking. To submit an anonymous clip of your own, reach out to Parvati Patil for inquiries.”
“Love so sorely missed?” Susan echoes, eyes blown wide in disbelief.
“Poetic. Inspired. Riveting. Ingenious.” Ernie utters with faux sincerity, ignoring the raucous younger years fighting behind him.
You nod, barely able to conceal your grin as your eyes drop further down the blocks of text, seeing a few confessions and messages splayed across the paper. As you continue to read through the text, a sudden passage has you choking on your spit, thumb pressing harshly against the flimsy paper as your eyes narrow.
Ernie peers up at you from his plate, glancing towards Susan as they both share unimpressed looks. Eventually, it’s Susan who plucks up the voice to question your sudden bafflement, “Y/N? Are you alright there?”
“Y/N looks like a startled crup puppy in Arithmancy.” You recite rigidly, feeling the paper warp and crease under your unrelenting grip.
There is an unsettling pause in the atmosphere, as though the entirety of the dining hall has paused in their routine to listen to the confession, but it soon washes away as Ernie practically howls in laughter, his broad frame throttling forward as he tries to muffle his guffaw.
Susan, ever the diplomat, proves to be more successful at maintaining her composure, but you don’t miss the small grin that tugs at her lips as she reaches over to grasp the paper, “Here, give me that.”
“Crup puppy? Oh my goodness! That is bloody—Ow! Hey! Okay, stop!” Ernie’s fit of laughter and verbal tirade is swiftly dealt with as you send numerous stinging hexes his way, basking in the alarmed glint in his eyes.
Susan shakes her head at both of your antics, and folds the paper up, eyes scanning the room as she muses, “How romantic. You just have to wonder who the culprit is.”
“Merlin. It might just be a prank. Or maybe someone has a vendetta against me.” You groan with exasperation, realizing that just about everyone in the castle was going to be hearing about it.
Ernie bumps his shoulder against yours and grins, “Chin up, Y/N. If someone’s out to get ya, Susan and I will send them to their maker—without their kneecaps, rest assured.”
You roll your eyes but nod in appreciation, gaze falling down to your pitiful plate of food as your mind is thrust into overdrive. Hopefully, it would all blow over by the next day.
Wishful thinking on your part because in fact, it did not.
“It is endearing how Y/N is always lost during Potions.” Susan reads off the paper with squinted eyes, mouth furling into a frown of disbelief at the words.
“Does this person hate me?” You murmur, leaning on your elbows as your eyes run across the aisle of bookshelves in front of you.
Ernie rocks on the heels of his feet as he hums, “Abysmal flirting. Subpar, one-sided banter. Hardly charming. A Gryffindor, for sure.”
“Well, the only Gryffindor in both Arithmancy with me and Potions with us is Hermione Granger, and I surely hope she hasn’t turned away from Ron. He’ll be insufferable if so.” You grit out, torn between chasing down your secret “admirer” and putting forth your best effort to ignore their future comments.
Susan hums at your suggestion with crossed arms, Runes homework long forgotten about, “Surely not. So not a Gryffindor— and really Ernie, you can’t let your heartache blind your judgement! Seriously, are we sticking with the ‘All Gryffindors Are Bad’ thing?”
Ernie gapes at her words and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Guys, I’m over her, we’ve been through this.”
You pat your friends arm empathetically, hiding your sly grin as you muse, “Of course you are. Poor Fay Dunbar, really.”
Before your friend can retort, the sound of clicking footsteps attracts your attention as a figure emerges from behind the shelf next to you. Your eyebrows furrow as you watch the familiar Slytherin stroll towards you all with cool eyes, hands shoved in his dress pants as he hums, “Bones. Macmillan.” His eyes drop down to where you’re seated and you see an indecipherable glint cross his gaze as he greets you, “Puppy.”
Your reaction is almost immediate as a hot wave of mortification swallows all your sensibilities, “Excuse me?” Your offended wheeze hardly deters the Slytherin as he merely smirks at you.
“I think your time would be better spent working through the latest Arithmancy assignment instead of gossiping, no?” He asks with a slanted grin, eyes never trailing away from yours.
“What’s it to you, Zabini?” Your voice comes out taut as you feel Ernie place a hand on the back of your chair, likely eyeing down the boy in front of you.
Blaise’s eyes briefly flicker to survey Ernie’s ministrations before they glide back to you in consideration, “Just concerned for a fellow classmate is all. I’ll see you around, Puppy.” Without giving you time to retaliate, the tall Slytherin vanishes just as swiftly as he arrived.
“The absolute nerve!” You utter with indignation, swiveling your attention over to Susan. The girl frowns in the direction that Blaise disappeared through, eyes glimmering as you could see her brain whirring.
“Strange. I thought Zabini was one of the tamer Slytherins out of their lot.” Ernie mutters, resuming his position beside you as he rubs his chin.
You shake your head, “Malfoy’s influence is something to fear for years to come. Zabini may have been pleasant in our youth, but he’s been so shifty to me as of late.”
Ernie snaps his fingers at your words and snickers down at you, “You used to have the largest love-sick eyes for him.”
Clicking your tongue, you send a side glance at your friend before looking at Susan as she seems to take in your clueless expression.
“Seriously?” She huffs, eyebrow drawn up as she gazes at you both like she was staring at a pedestrian display.
“Seriously what? Suze?” You prod, leaning over as she shakes her head and redirects her attention to her work.
Ernie shoots you a shrug as he pulls out the chair beside you, reluctantly following the girl’s lead as he sifts through the pile of parchments in front of him.
The next few days blur by in a similar fashion, except you had taken to avoiding Hogwarts Anonymous like the plague, forcing Ernie and Susan to do the same when you were around. You eventually fell back into your routine of focusing on coursework and your future anxieties, letting the anomalous events slip from your mind.
It is not until you’re organizing your supplies during Arithmancy that your fragile bubble of peace is disturbed.
“Puppy.” The dulcet sound of Blaise’s voice has you snapping your head up, boggled by his sudden appearance beside you. The boy usually sat rows behind you, leaving the spot next to you to be occupied by Padma Patil. However, it seemed she was nowhere to be found.
Suppressing your complaints, you don’t even attempt pleasantries as you sigh, “Zabini, hello.”
“What’s with the long face? Not happy to see me?” Blaise teases, mouth stretching into a small grin.
You’re almost tempted to squint as his perfectly white teeth glare at you in all their glory. Fuck. Did he not have a single flaw?
“I’m flattered, but perhaps the only thing I’m unable to do is catch you on a good day.” Blaise’s eyes twinkle with mirth as he smiles softly at you.
Your face heats up so violently that you’re sure radiators across the globe were turning to you with envy. Forcing your jaw from parting so gauchely, you can only sputter out weakly, “Did I say that out loud?”
Blaise hums wordlessly as he continues to look at you. Clearing your throat, you turn back to face the front of the classroom as Professor Vector begins to rise from her desk, “Right.”
The rest of the class seems to tick by like molasses from a tipped jar: incredibly, painstakingly slow. You were usually quite engaged with the lesson and content, but you couldn’t ignore the occasional glances from the Italian boy beside you.
As you absentmindedly continue to scrawl on your parchment, eyes transfixed on the swirls of ink blooming on the page, you feel something poke your arm. Frowning, you try to ignore it, directing your full attention onto sketching your diagram.
The light poking persists until you bring your other hand up to swipe at your robe, fingers dancing across a sheet of paper with a slight crinkling noise. Faintly tilting your head, you furrow your eyebrows when you see Blaise attempting to slide a sheet of paper towards you. Slowly grasping the paper, you lay it atop one of your dry parchments, eyes scanning across the leaflet in confusion.
‘Hogwarts Anonymous. Submission 0128: Y/N L/N is devastatingly oblivious. It really is quite cute.’
You feel your entire body steel up at the words, lips parted from shock as you continue to reread the confession. The nerves across your body seem to buzz wildly as you try and rein in the burning climbing up your chest.
“Alright, dears! That will be all for today. I expect the next two chapters to be read by our next convening. Ah, and L/N, my dear! I need to speak with you.” Professor Vector’s euphonic voice cut through your haze of disbelief, drawing your eyes away from the dizzying passage and up towards the heart of the classroom.
You don’t dare to glance at Blaise as you quickly clamber towards the awaiting woman, weaving around the retreating students that file through the grand doors. Huffing to relieve the pressure in your chest, you peer at the woman in anticipation as you finally step toward her.
“Sorry to call you up like this, L/N. It’s just that the other professors and I are concerned about the recent articles that are being passed around the student body. It’s come to our attention that these anonymous confessions regarding you are quite prolific.” Professor Vector keeps her voice steady as she gazes at you with warm eyes, evidently trying to gauge your honest opinion on the matter.
It would appear that everyone knew about your predicament.
You shake your head quickly, eyes wandering towards the tomes resting on her desk, “It’s quite alright, they’re just small statements. Besides, no one has been giving me a hard time.” Which was partially true, but you also did not want the column to be shut down and run the risk of facing Lavender’s wrath.
“If you’re quite sure, dear.”
With a soft nod, you send a small smile towards her before bounding back towards your table, releasing a small breath as you see the rest of the classroom was vacant. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, the call of your name has you twirling on your heel.
“L/N.” Professor Vector gives you a faint nod, “You’re doing quite well in this class. I’m sure whoever is sending those messages is just teasing you.”
Clearing your throat, you plaster on a reassuring smile, “Thank you, Professor. Have a good afternoon!”
You practically sprint out of the classroom, mind set on nipping the blooms of your troubles—starting with the roots.
The clicking of your shoes against the dusty corridor tiles seem to smother every other inkling of noise, many students shifting from your path with wide-eyes as your gaze darts around furiously. Even the slightest hue of crimson drew your dutiful eyes like a moth to a flame, and you were beginning to get tunnel vision.
A flash of wispy blonde waves flashes across your plane of sight, and you’re immediately beelining towards the girl, a victorious smile painting your face once you see Lavender’s startled frown. The girl glances from side-to-side as you draw closer, shoulders tensing once you tentatively stop a few paces before her.
“Lavender, good afternoon.” You greet cordially, fingers lightly brushing against your sides as you become wary of your awkward hand placement.
The girl nods and shoots you a confused smile, “Hi, Y/N. What’s up?”
“I think we both know why I’m here.” You mutter frankly, head tilting down emphatically as you take notice of the latest edition of Hogwarts Anonymous in her hands.
Lavender glances down at the paper and hums, “Ah. Right.”
Sighing, you readjust the strap of your bag as you step closer, “Look, I’m not here to give you any grief over your work. In fact, Hogwarts Anonymous is probably the most exciting thing to happen all year. But, I need to know the person behind all these messages aimed at me.”
“I’m sorry, but confidentiality–” Lavender starts, eyebrows stitching together in remorse at your clear disdain over the matter.
Before the girl can continue her, no doubt, enlightening spiel about the rules of journalism, a velvety voice curls through the air around you, “Hello, Puppy. What seems to be the fuss.”
You aren’t sure any measure of propriety could have stopped you from raising your eyes to the sky as you slowly spin on your heel. A frown briefly washes over your face as you address the boy behind you, “Zabini. Again with that nickname? It’s getting quite old. Originality doesn’t seem to be your strong suit.”
“No use in fixing what isn’t broken. Besides, I’ve never known you to be overly concerned with trivialities like this.” The boy retorts, eyes sparkling with blatant amusement.
You purse your lips at his choice of words before musing, “That’s because you don’t know me, Zabini.”
Without missing a beat, Blaise is quick to step closer to you, head craning towards you imperceptibly as he lowers his voice, “I suppose you’re right. I could get to know you though.”
Your lips part at his words, but you try to remain nonchalant as you huff, “Hysterical. And what’s in it for me?”
“You’d get to know me, too.”
“As enticing as that sounds, I’ll have to pass.” You mutter, taking a step back from the boy. His eyes remain firm with confidence even as you begin to retreat, your gaze glued to the growing smirk on his face.
As your nerves finally seem to spark back to life, you swiftly spin around and begin to stomp towards your common room, brain muddled with harping thoughts about the exchange. Before you’re able to round the corner, you hear Lavender’s soft voice bristle through the air, “Maybe try a different approach…”
A few odd days pass after your encounter with Blaise, and you’ve taken to gluing yourself to Ernie and Susan in hopes that the Slytherin would be too intimidated to approach you again. Your friends take the new developments in stride, only occasionally shooting you knowing glances.
“Weird.” Ernie hums, fingers drumming against the grass as he peers at the paper in his lap.
You don’t take your eyes off of the serene lake just yards away as you reply, “What’s weird?”
Susan pauses in her reading as Ernie straightens up and turns to you, “There aren’t any more anonymous messages about you in the column.”
“Seems that you missed your chance with your secret admirer, Y/N.” Susan hums, propping her chin on her palm as she smiles teasingly at you.
You shake your head and wave them both off, “I talked to Lavender the other day, maybe she intentionally left it out. Either way, I look forward to reinhabiting the semblance of peace that I lost.”
Ernie hums as he diverts his gaze towards something behind you, “Peace might have to wait.”
“Y/N.” Blaise’s honeyed voice dances through the cool air, accompanied with the soft crunching of grass as you sense the boy approach your lazing figure.
“Blaise.” You greet evenly, eyes slowly drifting across the tufts of clouds meandering across the sky.
Susan and Ernie pretend to busy themselves as the Slytherin stops behind you, close enough where the edges of his robe lightly graze against your back. It is quiet for a few moments before the boy addresses you again, “Have you given my offer any further thought?”
“I can’t say I have.” You mutter, slowly fidgeting with your wand as you add, “Do you want me to?”
The Italian huffs out a small laugh before you hear a faint rustling, “That’s entirely up to you.” Your eyebrows draw together in confusion, but before you can turn around to question him, a crisp envelope drops into your vision. You feel the curtains of Blaise’s robe swim across your back as he offers the tempting object to you.
Gently grasping the envelope, you flip it in your palm to inspect the front, but you’re met with shallow disappointment when you see the paper is completely blank. On the back, you recognize the Zabini emblem pressed into the bleeding red wax.
“Blaise, what is this for?” You slowly peer over your shoulder only to be met with Blaise’s retreating back growing farther into the distance.
Staring at the envelope with a frown, you debate on whether or not to frisbee-launch the paper into the lake as the wind sweeps across your face. Susan is the first to interrupt the calm silence that blanketed the air, shooting you a knowing smile as she points her chin at the stiff paper, “Open it.”
“Do you know something about this?” You question with narrowed eyes, tone light with jest, but bleeding in genuine confusion.
“About the envelope? Nope.” She hums with a sweet smile, quickly swiveling her head back to her book.
You shuffle closer to your friends, shooting them a disbelieving frown, “And about Blaise?”
Ernie mimes a zipping motion across his mouth as he shakes his head, which is all you need from the boy to know that both of your friends were privy to something you weren’t seeing. Clicking your tongue with exaggerated indignation, you carefully peel the envelope open, noting that neither of your friends were attempting to peer over to see its contents as you did so.
You didn’t know if you were thankful or concerned for that fact.
Reaching inside the smooth cradle of paper, your fingers run across a folded piece of paper. Pulling it out, you hesitate for a few moments before deciding to bite the bullet.
Smooth, even swirls of letters dance across the paper in abundance much to your surprise.
Y/N,
Lavender advised me that my previous tactic of trying to get your attention was ineffective, so I should therefore be more forthcoming. I hope you understand now. Although it was entertaining watching you fumble about for answers, I realize that time is slowly dwindling as we progress through our last year here at Hogwarts.
This is not some ploy if you’re wondering (because I know that you are… really, are you Hufflepuffs not supposed to be the most trusting of us all?)
I have admired you for quite some time. If you are willing to, let’s meet before dinner. I will be at the library.
Love,
“Anonymous”
You drop the letter into your lap as you sigh into the air, neck aching as you roll your head from side to side. Ernie assesses you from the corner of his eye, head tilting at your reaction, “Well?”
“Well, I’ll have to meet you both at dinner it seems.” You concede with a heavy sigh, realizing that you were the only one who was drowning in the darkness of oblivion for the past few days.
Susan nods at you with twinkling eyes as Ernie muses with a wide grin, “Sounds like a plan. Good luck!”
Pacing away from your friends and up the vague incline of grass, you fiddle with the paper in your hands as you begin to dredge up all your encounters with Blaise. They were plentiful in your youth, but between then and the whirlwind of Hogwarts Anonymous— you could count the number of proper conversations you’ve had with the Slytherin on one hand.
That’s not to say you still didn't find the boy attractive. There was an unspoken consensus amongst the entire student body that he was the prime candidate for bachelor, between his suave demeanor, dry wit, academic prowess, towering trust fund, and neutral political stance— it did not get much better than Blaise fucking Zabini.
For the first time in weeks, you feel that your head is finally clear. An airy aura encircling you as you traverse through the halls, not minding the bustling of younger students or the perpetual miasma of stress that radiated off of your fellow seventh-year peers.
At the threshold of the bright library, you take a deep breath of consideration before you step in, an intangible veil of warmth immediately ushering you into its cavernous hold as you sift your gaze through the hunched backs and steep shelves.
Taking slow steps so as to not remain erect in the entrance and cause traffic, you’re snapped from your concentration by the softest tug to your robe sleeve. Dropping your gaze to the chair beside you, you aren’t able to mask your nonplusness at the sight of a familiar Slytherin searching your expression with curiosity.
“Oh, hi Theodore.” You wave smally, stepping closer as he begins to speak.
“Y/N. You’re here for Blaise, right?” The boy’s words are barely above a murmur as he slowly shuts the cover of his book.
You nod and shift to lean against the table as Theodore begins to look around, only dropping your eyes to him once he speaks up again, “He just came in. He might be toward the back, near the Restricted Section. He doesn’t like being around others when he’s restless.”
“Oh?” Your eyebrows shoot up at the insinuation, unable to truly comprehend a mental picture of the composed Slytherin as anything but smug and assured.
Humming, you shift your weight from one leg to the other as you dismiss yourself, “Alright. Thank you, Theodore. I’ll see you around.”
The boy merely nods before turning back to his work, but you don’t miss the glimmer that flickers across his eyes as they quickly catch sight of the letter in your hand— it was the same knowing look that your friends held.
Shuffling towards the back of the library, you slowly feel the confidence draining from your veins as you near the Restricted Section. Rounding one of the shelves, you stop in your tracks as you catch sight of Blaise sitting at a corner table by the window, robe discarded and flung over the adjacent chair as his eyes run across the book in his hand.
Clearing your throat faintly, you make your way towards him. Before you’re even within reaching distance to him, his head shoots up toward you.
His eyes swim with confusion for a split moment before they sink into a familiar unreadable look.
“I read your letter.” You mutter with uncertainty, squaring your shoulders as Blaise nods and rises from his chair.
“I wasn’t expecting you so soon,” He softly admits, lips curling up at the sheepish look that replaces your former expression of hesitancy. Before you have time to reply, he steps forward and chuckles, “Couldn’t wait to see me, then?”
Swallowing harshly, you hum, “You have a bit of explaining to do.”
“Yeah, I do.” His voice comes out light, shedding away into a near whisper at the end as he gazes at you with consideration. He takes a step forward and continues, “Before that though, I need to know how you feel.”
“About you?” Your mumble is met with a firm nod, and you feel your heart miss a few beats as the words seem to just glide out of your mouth without filter, “Well, we haven’t spoken properly all that much this year or last year, but I like you… too. I like you, too.”
“Yeah?” Blaise hums, shoulders faintly drooping as the tension dissipates from his muscles. He reaches his hand out in offering, and you have to give his face another once-over to confirm that it wasn’t an elaborate ruse before you take it.
He slowly drags you towards him before nudging you to sit in his chair as he smiles, “Well, I’ll apologize for the public messages, it just seemed like the opportune moment when Lavender approached me.”
“Lavender approached you?” You quietly squawk, not even batting an eye when Blaise crouches in front of you and brings his other hand to clasp yours.
“My attraction to you is no secret, Y/N. Not that I tried to hide it.” He supplies, eyes full of warmth as you recount all the indecipherable looks you’d received from Blaise’s friends over the months. Honestly, you had merely assumed they were looking for a fight.
Squeezing the boy’s hands, and ignoring the tingling that buzzed up your wrist from the coolness of his steel rings, you muse, “So… you like me.”
“Hm.” Blaise hums patiently, assured by your reciprocation of his physical touch.
“Well, you’re quite the romantic, Zabini.” You can’t fight the lopsided smile that falls on your face.
Blaise huffs a small laugh as he shakes his head, “I was thinking you’d hold a contrary sentiment.”
“You better be planning ways to make it up to me, public scrutiny is not enjoyable.” You mutter with a small grin, relishing in the way Blaise shifted at your words.
He gives your hands a firm squeeze before he straightens up and leans towards you, “There’s no rush anymore.”
“Who says? I’m fleeing once we graduate.” Your teasing elicits an eye roll from the boy as he shakes his head.
Leaning over, he grazes his lips over your forehead as he mutters, “Funny, but no can do, you’re stuck with me.”
His arms encircle you as he continues to drop light pecks to your face, clearly uncaring of the unconventional crane of his spine as he does so. Bringing a hand up, you place it on his cheek before leaning to join your lips together, acutely aware of how his hands tighten around your frame as he leans in impossibly closer to you.
Pulling back briefly, you smile as an idea balloons in your thoughts, “I’m going to need to find Lavender later.”
Blaise’s hands draw circles on your waist as he hums, “Why’s that?”
“I can’t let you have all the fun, now can I? I have the perfect anonymous submission.” You grin brightly, tugging at his tie to draw him closer.
His eyebrows slowly raise at your words as he leans in, “Yeah?”
“Yep. How does ‘Blaise Zabini is a terrible flirt and an even worse snog’ sound?”
Blaise hums and drags you closer to him as a playful glint blazes across his lidded gaze, “It sounds like I’ll have to change your mind before then.”
“I agree.” You whisper just as his lips sink against yours again, the faint scent of his cologne swirling around you like a blanket as you lean back against the table.
And when morning rolls around, bringing clear skies and a new column of Hogwarts Anonymous, you can only shrug your shoulders when Susan practically slams the paper against your face in fervid question.
‘Hogwarts Anonymous. Submission 0283: Blaise Zabini is an alright snog.’
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Theodore Nott x Oc muggle - Fanfic: https://www.wattpad.com/myworks/370478169-%E1%B4%9B%CA%9C%E1%B4%87-%E1%B4%8D%E1%B4%9C%E1%B4%85%CA%99%CA%9F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%8F%E1%B4%85-theodore-nott
Siempre me pareció interesante la dinámica de Theodore Nott enamorandose de una persona con un estatus de sangre diferente al suyo, pero en vez de hacer la tipica versión donde es una maga mestiza, en este caso es una muggle que logra cautivar su atención, y es por eso que estoy escribiendo este fanfic! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ ᯓ★ Asique los introduzco a "The Mudblood": En los laberintos sombríos del mundo mágico, Theodore Nott, hijo de un mortífago encarcelado, se ahoga en un mar de excesos y desesperación. Pero cuando una enigmática bailarina muggle irrumpe en su vida, despierta en él una obsesión peligrosa. Entre el hechizo de su baile y la barrera de sus diferentes mundos, Theodore se debate entre la redención y la perdición, enfrentando un dilema que desafía todo lo que creía saber sobre el amor, la sangre, su estaus y su vida mágica. Si les interesa acompañen me en el trascurso de esta historia de romance, sangre y magia જ⁀➴ Gracias!
Meet the Slytherins
with all due respect, i did not give a single shit about draco and hermione’s relationship in three wizards and a baby… the slytherin friendship was way more than enough
There are only a few things I won’t stand for in hp fanfiction, but goddamn it, it infuriates me when I see it! As follow:
a) Severitus. Anything in which Severus Snape, the disgrace of the Wizarding World, is even remotely nice and/or supporting and/or decent. It stinks. He’s the worst. Let’s not pretend he’s not shit at everything except evilness. Make this stop.
b) Drarry? What the Hell? In what universe would Harry Potter be romantically interested in a nasty, jealous bigot that has done nothing but torment him and insult his friends? What kind of hipster mating ritual is that? Why would he even want anything to do with the son of the man that facilitated the opening of the Chamber of Secrets? The same man that willingly served Voldemort? That thought Harry’s mother and Hermione were scum? Who passed down his beliefs to his son? The son who, at twelve years old, gloated about how the muggleborns at his school were going to be petrified? Who wanted to have a clearly intelligent animal put down because he couldn’t listen to his teacher’s instructions? Draco Malfoy is the racist rich frat boy of Hogwarts and he would’ve voted for Trump and you will never convince me that garbage kid would ever amount to anything good.
c) Petunia secretly loving Harry or anything that even suggest the Dursleys were under a spell. Ok, there’s like this theory that since Harry is a Horcrux, the Duesley could have been influenced by it like Ron was and that’s why they were hippopotamus dung. I don’t buy it. In the Philosopher’s Stone’s beginning, we follow the Dursleys in the first of November for the day. And not only McGonagall describes them as horrible people, we also have a rundown of their opinions about several stuff, including what they think about magic and the Potters, which is nothing good. And that’s a full day before Petunia finds Harry at her doorstep, so they can’t have been influenced by the Horcrux at all. And then there’s the fact that, when Ron had it, he was only affected by it until he left. When he came back, he said he had wanted to come back as soon as he left. If the effect of a Horcrux ends when the person is not in the vicinity of it, then how are the Dursleys not kinder to Harry after he spends TEN MONTHS OF THE YEAR at school and other people’s houses? How come Ron, Neville, Dean and Seamus, all sleeping in the same dorm as Harry, are not affected? Or Hermione? As for Petunia being only pretending to hate Harry, she sure is a great actress, hiting him in the head with frying pans and talking shit about his parents. Because her pretending about all that stuff without ever giving Harry a kind word sure makes the physical and psychological child abuse so much better and acceptable. Not.
d) Remus being a great “uncle” and loving Harry as his son or something. Also known as “if I ever have to read Remus calling Harry his cub and saying he is pack again, I don’t know what I’ll do but it’ll be bad”. People. Please. Unless this is a pre-Hogwarts AU in which Remus’ behavior is different, that’s bullshit. Motherfucker was probably aware of Lily and Petunia’s relationship status. Dude was lounging around wherever he was, probably unemployed, for twelve years and didn’t bother writing a single goddamn letter to his dead friend’s son. A friend that risked expulsion and prison time to become an illegal man-deer to help him with his lycantrophy problem. Something I’m guessing most people wouldn’t have done. Now I’m not saying it’s Lupin’s job to do that. He was under no obligation except that it would have been considerate. The only thing I hold against him is not telling Harry about his friendship with James when he taught defence. That was a dick move. Because if anyone deserved to know he and his father were friends with an allegedly dangerous convict hell bent on killing him to avenge his fallen cult master, it was Harry. And considering that Harry straight up ASKED, it was a super dick move of Remus not to tell him. But the point is, Remus was never involved in Harry’s life. He didn’t write him before Hogwarts, he didn’t visit. Considering how the Order was able to follow Harry around, it’s more or less safe to say there was no wards repelling magical people around Privet Drive. But he didn’t go, he didn’t write, not even a birthday card. Not before he was a teacher and not after. He wasn’t involved. He kept his distance. And that was fine, I guess, it wasn’t his job to do that, it doesn’t mean he doesn’t like or respects Harry, but it does not a family makes. Makes this pack shit stop, if Harry was so important to him, he would have been in touch. It’s not like apparition costs money. “Oh” you’ll say, “but Remus is a werewolf, he was afraid of hurting Harry”. That’s a shit excuse. The only way he could hurt Harry by being a werewolf was if he was stupid enough to show up at his doorstep on a full moon, two minutes before transforming, something he knows not to do. Otherwise he has to consciously want to hurt Harry, as a wizard. And quite honestly, if Remus Lupin went about his life constantly afraid of hurting people when not on the full moon or having any reason to think he would, he had no business going to the farmer’s market, let alone teaching at a boarding school. So, no excuse. He just didn’t have that relationship with Harry. Which is fine. I just can’t stand when people disregard all of his actions and pretend like he did.
e) Daphne Greegrass. That’s it. I hate that character in fanfiction. It’s the worst. All the Slytherins are a bunch of childish bullies but somehow every single fic with Daphne she’s this girl with the personality of a Martial Arts Dragon Lady that never shows pain (or any emotion) and it’s superior to everyone else. And she has that stupid nickname “The Ice Queen of Slytherin”. And she’s a shit character. I don’t even think she had a line in any book? She’s the Blaise Zabini of the Slytherin girls, except Blaise has different personalities in fanfiction. Can we kill this fucking trend?
