Look at Vanity with his lil' wizard hat! 😊 Ft. Pretzel snake.
Look at Vanity with his lil' wizard hat! 😊 Ft. Pretzel snake.
Remus: These dumb bitches James and Sirius are experimenting with dangerous potion ingredients that could literally explode and kill us all
Remus: They’re lucky I don’t value my life or else I would be pissed
Going to script that I’m autistic with add, to see if I have add irl. I’m already autistic I just feel like I have undiagnosed add along with it.
Day 44: Comfort
To anyone who sees Draco Malfoy, they see the cold hearted bastard who rules the Wizengamot as his own. He is witty, full of snark and cutting and even a bigger git than he was in his school days. When he is in court, no one stands a chance. It's rumoured that not only does he not take shady cases but always on the righ6end of things. Most people think he has the influence to move decisions. Afterall, everyone isn't the spouse of Harry James Potter, Saviour and Head of DMLE.
It also helps matters, that he has Minister Granger, Owner of Witch Weekly Parkinson, Top Boss of Goblin Finances Zabini, most influential business man Weasley and Quidditch players of more or less all teams and all fields in his close circle. Draco Malfoy has the most contacts, contacts which can move the whole Ministry at their fingers.
Whenever someone looks at the Malfoy-Potters leave the Ministry together at six o'clock sharp each evening, all they see is the power oozing out of them. It's a sight to behold, Solicitor Malfoy in his crisp muggle suit and Head Auror Potter in his maroon robes. Sometimes Minister Granger joins them and no one dares to even breathe their way.
It had been like that from the beginning when everyone came to know Malfoy in actuality was a spy. The whole of them had slowly but steadily rose to where they are now, fifteen years later.
They are untouchable to the public, especially the Malfoy-Potters.
But, of course that's as far from the truth as it can be.
Uncle Harry and Uncle Draco are favorite uncles among the whole Weasley clan, their friend circle and the most friendliest to anyone who calls them by their given names. Pity no one believes Teddy when he tells the same to anyone outside Harry and Draco's inner circle.
But Teddy has the best parents, ones who never raise their voice- well not at him at least. And yes he calls them parents, Dad and Papa to be exact.He has since he was five, no one could even convince him otherwise. He didn’t stop doing so, even after he was told about his actual parents at six.
Whenever one of the Weasley children are hurt or upset, and Harry or Draco is around, it’s always them they run up to for comfort. Especially Draco, much to everyone’s shock when it first happened. It had been Rose, she had fallen down while chasing Victorie and Teddy, she fell down and started crying and would hear nothing but ask for her Uncle Dwaco, who had her calmed in less than five minutes.
Ron had a few words about Draco stealing his daughter- in jest of course - and that had been that. Since then, it had increased and increased. They were the best baby sitters and hosted the best parties- the one for the children at least, because no one topped Pansy and Ginny and Luna’s parties otherwise - atleast once every two months, giving all the parents a collective night for themselves.
They had long decided that they wouldn’t be having children of their own, not with the jobs they had. They hadn’t wanted another neglected child to grow up in this world and they were content as Uncles and Godfathers.
All was well for the Malfoy-Potters...
Get ready for some nostalgia in episode 2 with a look back at the marauders in their school days.
TW: mentions of things like binding, self harm, deadnaming and dysphoria
Remus discovered that he was trans when he was around 10 years old
But he guessed the signs had always been there.
From his shoelaces to the toys he liked to play with as a toddler, it had always been in the back of his mind
And as he got older, and his intelligence grew, the thought followed on with it
At first, he was scared
And when he was 11 and his mother gave him "the talk" he started crying but never told her why
And when his chest started to increase and his hips widened in his first year
Eventually at one point during hogwarts, he had told one of his new friends - James - how he felt and explained to James he thought he was a boy, and although James did not fully understand him, he accepted him
Remus owled his mother and informed the school over summer that he was beginning his transition
Over the summer, he began to bind gently and cut off his hair
His hair actually grew back a lot more curly and by the time he entered second year it had that cute messy look and he loved it so much!
Sirius, Peter and most of his other friends accepted him, and commented on how they found his new name really ironic but extremely handsome
However, not everything went perfectly
It's clear from the beginning Snape never liked him in school despite how nice to him Remus was, and he deadnamed Remus a lot and would leave notes all around the school directed at him
Remus was only 12, but these hurt him more deeply than anything he had ever felt before
And he was confused because, why would someone hate the simple factor of who he was?
Even so, he continued to grow and began to bind more aggressively over the years
This led to a lot of bruising and one trip to the hospital in the summer before fourth year
The first two years were very hard for Remus and he had become accustomed to things like self harm when he was 14
Unfortunately, he began to learn the fact this was common among tons of young trans kids
He never told a teacher or a parent like he was advised to, but still told the friends that were closest to him (with permission from them to allow him to show them) and they helped in any way they could
He was forever grateful, and it did help
When the time came around that all of his friends began to date and..do other things, Remus' anxiety was at it's worse.
Because for Remus, loving someone enough to show them his body was such a terrifying thought it made him feel sick.
But what do you know..the person he least expected managed to confess feelings for him
And when I tell you this boy was shocked
Sirius had been there for Remus for a lot of his darkest moments when he was younger, and had been the only one out of his entire friendship group that Remus trusted to help him with things like washing himself after a particularly bad night
Sirius told Remus he found him incredibly handsome, and reminded him of that every day
Sooner or later, Remus began to grow into himself and flourish with his boyfriend's help
There were times where he felt insecure and sad and scared, but Sirius was always there to support him
And slowly, Remus began to understand what true happiness was.
12 of December is an important day my friends
[Please reblog, comment or send an ask if you have an MC who would be interested in befriending any of the following. Please specify by using my characters’ names & the name of your character. Also, it would be greatly appreciated if you confirmed any previous friendships. Thank you!]
Gryffindor, ESFP, chaser, the oldest quadruplet, animagus, Irish, cursebreaker, falls for Penny Haywood, stubborn, chaotic, bilingual, fluent in English and Irish Gaelic, huge fan of The Rolling Stones and the Beatles, close with his quadruplets, disaster, in frog choir, not exactly the most in touch with his emotions, orphan, half-blood
Friends: Cato Reese [@catohphm],
Slytherin, ENFP, chaser, the second eldest quadruplet, animagus, Irish, falls for Rowan Khanna, stubborn, artist, illustrator, bilingual, fluent in English and Irish Gaelic, close with her quadruplets, in frog choir, appearance-wise she’s the odd one out, bisexual, orphan, half-blood
Friends: Cato Reese [@catohphm],
One (1) Dormmate: TBA
Hufflepuff, ESFJ, prefect, the second youngest quadruplet, animagus, Irish, falls for Barnaby Lee, sweet, kind, thoughtful, soft, healer, bilingual, fluent in English and Irish Gaelic, close with her quadruplets, wears glasses, in frog choir, orphan, half-blood
Friends: Cato Reese [@catohphm],
Ravenclaw, ISTP, seeker, the youngest quadruplet, has a stutter, animagus, Irish, falls for Ruth Lyman, reserved, quiet, thoughtful, intelligent, architect, bilingual, fluent in both English and Irish Gaelic, close with his quadruplets, gets glasses in between fourth & fifth year, orphan, giant fan of The Who, attends a muggle university after Hogwarts, half-blood
Friends: Cato Reese [@catohphm],
Two (2) Dormmates: TBA
Ravenclaw, INFJ, prefect, muggleborn, Irish, Jewish, kind, thoughtful, sweet, reserved, creative, children’s book author, charms professor, falls for Conor O’Donnell, raised by a single dad and her grandmother, bilingual, fluent in English and Yiddish, knows some Hebrew
Friends: Cato Reese [@catohphm],
Two (2) Dormmates: TBA
Hufflepuff, ENTP, seeker, muggleborn, orphan, Irish, raised by aunt and uncle and grandparents, monolingual but has picked up some words and phrases in other languages, archeologist, stubborn, intelligent, argumentative, curious, procrastinator, generally optimistic, falls for Lyra Wilson [@cursebreakerfarrier]
Two (2) Dormmates: TBA
Hey moots! I’m considering an update to Cato’s profile sometime soon, this will be covering his career change to an auror, as well as some other headcanons I added/changed to him.
Is there anyone who doesn’t have their MCs yet on Cato’s friend list who would like to see them added? You can reply to this post, reblog, send me an ask or DM to let me know. Have a good day guys!
In which Mimi planned Nearly-Headless Nick’s Deathday Party.
“𝑶𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐 𝒘𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒉𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆” — 𝑮𝒆𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆 𝑬𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒕
@weasleysandwheezes it’s another aesthetic for the beautiful new power couple! 💙💛
TONIGHT THE MUSIC SEEMS SO LOUD, I WISH THAT WE COULD LOSE THIS CROWD.
BABY, ITS BETTER THIS WAY.
WE'D HURT EACH OTHER WITH THE THINGS WE'D WANT TO SAY.
WE COULD HAVE BEEN SO GOOD TOGETHER.
WE COULD HAVE LIVED THIS DANCE FOREVER.
BUT NO ONE IS GONNA DANCE WITH ME.
—this describes perfectly Marco and Charlie's relationship lol
In which Mimi made fudge with Jae.
[ Theo x reader ]
Summary: While most of the students spent time together outside in the snow, you found Theo, peacefully reading a book in the library.
Word count: 2,067
"You're such a nerd, Theodore," you chuckled, gaining the attention of the slytherin boy sitting in the library when he looked up at your figure leaning against one of the shelves. "It's snowing outside and you're here, reading."
"Yes. It is snowing outside, so what are you doing here?" Theo grinned, pulling a chair from the other table next to his. He patted the seat as a signal for you to sit next to him and you happily obliged.
"To find you. I didn’t see you outside, and if you thought I was gonna let you sulk in here all by yourself, then you're mistaken." You knew he was more of a loner and often preferred to spend time for himself instead of following his group of friends around all day, but you had to admit that you enjoyed those certain times since you two would occasionally bump into each other, and the only moments that you’d spend together is when neither of you were with your friend groups.
"I'm not sulking," he said, sounding terribly offended by the accusation. You of all people should know that reading books in the library and gazing out at the other students running about and building snowmen during the chilly weather was one of the most heart-warming activities.
For years you've talked to Theo, yet you weren't necessarily best friends. You hung out with your friends more often, and the two of you barely went anywhere together, though you'd always know where to find him
“You can’t stay here forever. The snowballs aren’t going to make themselves,” you whined, hearing the gentle ‘thud’ as the side of your head fell to the table, next to where his book laid. You kept your gaze at the soft brown eyes that stared back at yours before Theo quickly looked away and brought his line of vision back to the book. He wasn't usually flustered around you, except in moments like these, where you two would gaze at each other and say nothing. Though the whole staring contest won't last long with Theo always looking away after a few seconds.
“Yes I can.” You lingered there for a moment and kept your eyes on Theo who’s eyes were on the book, but didn’t seem to be reading at all. He looked to be stuck in the same sentence, over and over again, and couldn’t get himself to focus.
“Fine, but we’re not going outside,” Theo snapped and closed his book shut a while later once he discovered he couldn’t bring himself to focus with you staring so intently at him. You grinned and linked your arms with his, beckoning him to the great hall.
The doors were opened when you got there, lights and all sorts of decorations brightening up the room and lifting the christmas spirit. A few students hung out in the great hall, though not many since most were outside, playing in the snow.
“Peppermint or gingerbread?”
“Neither. I prefer the traditional hot chocolate,” you answered nonchalantly, watching Theo prepare two mugs for the both of you as you took your seat near him.
“Thanks,” you muttered, sipping little amounts of your drink as you looked out the window. You could feel Theo’s gaze on you the entire time, and you started to fiddle with the mug in nervousness before turning to look at him in question.
“Hm?” He steadily avoided your gaze. What you didn’t know was how so at peace you look with the gentle smile on your face, and how the sunlight shone in a certain angle that made him unable to take his eyes off you.
You decided to avert the question and prevent the awkwardness that threatened to seep in, and bring your eyes to look around instead. You always enjoyed Christmas at Hogwarts for this reason. The festive decorations, the fun winter activities. Though you missed Christmas with your family back home.
Whenever you visited the Weasley’s because the twins dragged you into their home, they reminded you of your own warm-welcoming family that were miles away.
And now, looking at the boy beside you, you felt a twinge of guilt. He’d finally opened up to you about his childhood in the beginning of the year and how his dad raised him as not much of a talker, which was what brought up the topic in the first place.
“Your hot chocolate is gonna turn cold if you keep staring at me like that,” Theo pointed out, pulling you from your thoughts.
“Right, sorry.” You swore you could see his amused smile as you looked down in embarrassment.
Theo had always been smart and calculating, you just hope he wasn’t smart enough to notice the unsubtle feelings that were starting to form towards him. It was new, but it would take a bit more for you to admit them to yourself, let alone the boy sitting beside you.
“Not your strongest suit, huh?” Terry grimaced as the occamy scowled at you and flew away. This was utterly embarrassing when the entire class was watching the two of you, especially with Nott silently observing in the corner.
Ever since the little moment you shared with him in the great hall, your body had a mind of its own whenever Theo was around. Your heart would race and your hands would get all nervous and shaky, and it wasn’t the least bit enjoyable to you.
“It’s not my fault occamys are hostile,” you shrugged in reply, walking back to where your friends were huddled together. Parvati started feeding and petting the occamy, much to your dismay, and Terry shot you a look of pure stupid arrogance.
“Lover boy’s watching you.” Your cheeks heat up, knowing exactly who Goldstein was talking about, and before you could stop yourself, you snuck a glance at Theo who was leaning against a tree, not seeming to pay any mind to you.
“Very funny,” you stated dryly, shooting a look at Anthony who merely shrugged and responded, “He was, I swear.”
Telling you friends was a bad idea. In fact, you never recalled telling your friends about your friendship-relationship thing going on with Nott. They just happened to notice moments where you’d run off to Theo to give his notes back or find you sitting with Theo in the library which led them to start teasing you because he’d say more words to you than to anyone. According to them, Theo’s quiet self being more talkative to you meant that he enjoyed your company, and the fact that he never seemed bothered whenever you approached the slytherin, despite your chatty self, just gave them another excuse to tease you.
You noticed the group of students start to disperse as the lesson came to an end, and you thought better than to walk back with your friends who would just tease you along the way for your obvious response to Anthony Goldstein’s comment, and instead find Luna amongst the crowd.
“Hey, Luna. Mind if I walk with you?” Luna shook her head in reply and happily strolled through the woods beside you. She was an odd one, but you were glad the ravenclaw considered you as a friend.
“Look,” Luna calmly pointed towards nothing but the woods. You furrowed your brows in confusion, seeing nothing there other than the few students that were not already ahead of you.
“Oh.” You didn’t really know what to say. You’ve never witnessed any deaths except for the poor bugs that your sibling would kill, which most definitely did not count. “How many are there?”
“Just a few.”
It was then when you noticed Theo sitting against a tree, holding his advanced potion making book, and Luna seemed to have noticed too because she quickly said her goodbye and strolled away from you to pet what you assumed was a thestral and probably not the air.
Looking around, you slowly approached the slytherin. You’ve completed all your subjects for the day, and it wouldn’t hurt to hang out here for a while.
“Only you’d study in the middle of the woods.” Theo glanced up at you, and shifted to make room for you to sit beside him.
“You would, just as much. Don’t act as if you don’t enjoy reading.”
“Not when I’d have to clean my robes even more because of the dirt and when thestrals are swarming me.”
“You see them too?” He questioned as you sat beside him in the branch that wasn’t as muddy as the ground and shook your head in response, making sure to leave a bit of distance between the two of you just for the sake of your now quickly beating heart.
“You’re fortunate. They’re unpleasant little creatures,” he shook his head and resumed his reading.
“Why are you still reading that as if you haven’t memorized every single word and alchemical symbol already?”
“Why are you so talkative today?” You didn’t take that offense well and Theo’s smile dropped once he noticed the look you were giving him. “I’m kidding. You’re always chatty.”
That did not make it any less offensive.
Theo shifted closer and continued to speak, hence your silence, “But I like that about you.”
That made it slightly less offensive.
“Didn’t think I would, but here I am. I remember how sickeningly talkative you were when you first bumped into me in our first year, and thought I was going to go mad if I kept listening to you.” That particular statement made your lips curve up into a smile, and when you turned your head to look at him, his eyes immediately found yours.
Merlin, since when did he get his close? Your breath hitched as the sleeve of his arm brushed against yours, his head slowly moving forward as his eyes locked its gaze on your lips.
Frozen in place from the close proximity, Theo took the chance to press his lips against yours, moving deliberately slowly against your lips as his hand cupped your jaw, bringing your head closer towards his.
For a moment you just sat there in surprise before you finally responded, shifting closer towards Theo if that were even possible. Your head was spinning and warmth blossomed in your chest at the course of his actions that ended all too soon.
Theo pulled back for a moment, relishing the feel of your lips brushing against his and your forehead resting against his. His thumb gently brushed your cheek as your eyes slowly opened to see his brown ones.
“I still find you annoying.” He laughed as you pulled on his shirt to bring his lips back to yours, melting into one another's arms.
"Where were you?" Terry asked as you finally walked into the common room all flushed, your clothes and hair slightly disheveled.
"More importantly, what were you doing?" Anthony smirked knowingly at you before continuing, "Luna told me she saw you last with lover boy. Was he as good as they say he would be?"
"Oh my god, no. No, we didn't do anything of that sort."
"So something did happen?" You gave Anthony a glare as you made your way to the couch, bombarded with what felt like a million questions from your curiously excited friends.
Theo's friends however, were much less pleasant to him. When he first stepped foot into the slytherin common room, the group halted their conversation and gave knowing looks. He never understood how rumors spread that fast in Hogwarts, especially between Draco and his goons.
"What have you been up to lately, Theo?" Pansy remarked with a hint of satisfaction. They usually never bothered to question what he was up to when he wasn't with the group, which was pretty often, so the abrupt attention could only mean that they've, for sure, heard about his little "interaction" with you.
He rolled his eyes in reply and made his way to his dorm, ignoring the teasing comments his friends threw. At least tried to ignore them. His face was beet red just at the thought of his little session with you, the way your lips felt, the tangling of your hands in his hair, and how sweet you tasted— it was all beginning to become too much for him, and he looked forward to more moments like those, which would most likely be happening soon.
Gryffindor: There’s only one thing that scares me about Halloween
Ravenclaw: which is?
Gryffindor: How did you know??? Are you one??
Harr: Yeah I'm made of DNA.
Harry: Depression ‘N Anxiety
A/N: this is my favorite chapter so far!!!!
“Dray, we should take a break.” I stated, my head feeling dazed and unfocused from staring at these packets so long.
“Okay, okay. Let's just finish this page and then we can take a break.” I sighed but nodded anyway.
“What’s the next question?” I asked, we were sitting on the brown leather couch, him on one end and myself on the other. Draco was holding the packet that we were given to go over in our couples. Draco’s cheeks tinted pink as his silver eyes darkened over the words on the paper. His strong jaw tensed, and teeth sunk into his bottom lip. Could he get any more attractive? I felt myself heating up from his demeanor and I forced myself to advert my eyes.
“What’s wrong Dray? What does it say?” I questioned, reaching for the packet. He swiftly moved it out of my reach.
“Eh eh eh.” He tsked me, shaking his head. I stuck my bottom lip out, pouting at him.
“I just want to see what it says. Dray.” I sweet talked him, he rolled his eyes at me. Muttering a here, before giving me the packet. I beamed at him, before reading over the words. My breathing froze. They cannot possibly expect us to talk about that so quickly.
“Go ahead, honey b, read the question.” Draco taunted me. I shot him a glare, before clearing my throat and reading the words.
“How exactly do you want to experience pleasure sexually with me?” My cheeks warmed the second the words left my mouth.
“I can show you better than I can tell you.” Dray teased; I roll my eyes laughing at him.
“Okay, but seriously, I like to be more dominate in the bedroom. If you know what I mean.” His smirking lips left me squeezing my thighs together. I definitely was not sexually experienced in the slightest, however I wasn’t naïve. I had read enough smut from the muggle world to figure out what to do in the bedroom when the opportunity arose.
Draco eyed me carefully after answering. After a minute or two of silence, he spoke.
“Your turn.” I wasn’t sure what to say, I didn’t want to out myself as the virgin I was. However, if this was going to end up in marriage, he probably should know before the situation came up.
“I actually am not sure what I like yet.” I stated honestly. His eyebrows furrowed at my answer, before a smirk graced his perfect face.
“Potter couldn’t perform, aye?” I rolled my eyes, shoving his shoulder lightly.
“Oh merlin, Dray. It’s not like that.”
“What’s it like then, honey b? You dated him almost three years. He shouldn’t have been able to keep his hands off you.”
“Dray, that’s really none of your business. I am a virgin obviously, now can we move on.”
“Fine, we’ll explore this question more later.” He smirked at me. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that, but it instantly made my body heat up.
“What’s the next question?” Draco asked.
“Can you show me what you would like to experience?” I read out loud, before closing the packet. “Okay we are done for today.” Draco let out a deep laugh as I tossed the packet onto the table. I stood up to unpack the rest of my stuff from my trunk. Draco’s hand wrapped around mine pulling me back down onto the couch next to him.
“Let’s do something together.” Dray’s thumb rubbed the back of my hand. Draco’s touch brought me so much comfort, and it was different now. We were different now. It was like the wall that we put between ourselves was lifted.
“Let’s play quidditch.” Draco said excited. My heart dropped a little.
“Dray, I don’t know how to play.” I stated a little disappointed, “I can watch you though, if you want to.” Draco shook his head.
“No ma’am, I am teaching you to play.” My eyes widen in excitement, and a smile beamed across my face.
“Yes really. You can borrow my old jersey since I know you don’t have clothes to practice in.” He stated, moving to his trunk and pulling out a dark green jersey with Malfoy displayed proudly on the back. I quickly grabbed it from him and went into the bathroom to change. I was so excited; I had always dreamed of playing quidditch and while this was just for fun, the idea of it still made my whole day amazing.
I sat on the bench waiting for Dray to come out of the locker room. He went to go get brooms for us and change into his practice clothes. I swung my feet back and forth in a childlike manor waiting for Draco. The quidditch pitch always smelled like broomstick bristles, and turf. It was a very comforting scent to be honest, most definitely in my top three.
Draco graced me with his presence, holding two broomsticks in his hands. “You ready?” I nodded eagerly, jumping up from the bench. His deep laugh filled my ears from my actions, and I never wanted him to stop. He opened the box that contained the quidditch balls and unstrapped one of the bledgers.
“We won’t use the snitch today; I don’t want to have to chase it down.” Draco stated, before positioning himself in front of me. “Do you know how to get on your broom?” I shook my head; I was never able to master that. I did more work with plants anyway, once I realized I wasn’t going to get off the ground anytime soon, I focused my powers on other subjects. Draco took the broom and laid it beside me, his hand grabbed mine. He lifted my arm where my hand was directly above the broom before letting his fingers trace back over my skin. His touch caused a shiver to run through my body, as little sparks fired off from his fingertips tracing my skin.
He stepped back away from me, almost as if I shocked him, before composing himself and speaking again.
“Okay, Honey b. Clear your mind and will the broom up into your hand.” I followed Draco’s orders and closed my eyes taking a deep breath. Come on, don’t embarrass yourself. Most of the first years can do this, figure it out, Mae. My face twisted in frustration. I glared at the broom. If this fucking broom doesn’t up itself into my hand right this minute, I am going to snap it in half.
Just about that time the broom’s wood hopped into my hand and I excitedly jumped. “Oh merlin! Dray did you see that?!” Draco beamed at me, before nodding his head, yes. I did a small victory dance causing Draco to laugh at me.
“Okay, okay. Let’s get you flying.” I quickly got on my broom, waiting for further instruction. Draco shook his head at me, “No you’re sitting on it wrong.”
“What do you mean?” I questioned confused, looking down at the broom below me. He got off his broom and came towards me.
“You need to be more-” His warm hands touched either side of my hips before lifting me and pulling me backwards on the broom. “There you go.” He muttered, moving one of my hands to the front of the broom. “This will keep you balance, now focus and fly.” He directed me. I did what I was told, and soon I was flying into the air. I was a little nervous, being up this high, but Draco quickly followed me up and it put me at ease.
“How do you feel?” He shouted over to me.
“Amazing!” I beamed at him, the wind around me blew against my face making me feel free. I can’t believe I’ve never done this until now.
“Okay I’m going to pass the blegger to you and I want you to try and catch it.” I nodded, and we practiced that whole afternoon. Eventually, getting to scoring in the rings and we went over rules. We were about done, me and Draco were just hanging in the air talking to each other, when my broom started acting up.
“Dray, what’s happening?” My voice quivered with worry; we were extremely high off the ground. Draco’s hand reached for me, but I was too nervous to let go of the broom. It bounced in the air like it was hitting speed bumps on the road. Reminding me of the time this happened to Harry, I quickly looked around me seeing no one, but the chosen one himself. My eyes went wide in disbelief. Draco’s arm quickly encircled my waist and pulled me off the wild broom, and onto his lap. He quickly went to the ground and we both got off his broom.
Draco’s hands grabbed both my cheeks, and his eyes scanned over my body. “Are you okay, Honey b?” He lifted my arms up, examining every inch of my body.
“Yeah, that just scared the shit out of me.” I said, a bit breathless. Anger washed over my body as I stormed over to Harry. His pale green eyes, stared at me with a bored look. My frustration skyrocketed.
“What the fuck is wrong with you, Harry?!” My voice echoed around the pitch as I pulled my wand out, digging the tip into his throat. I was seething, he knew how it felt! This happened to him before, why would he do this to me? My blood boiled as Harry glared down at me, not denying it.
Draco’s arm snaked around body pulling my waist towards his front, as his other hand pulled my wand away from Harry’s throat. “Relax.” His deep voice said in my ear as his warm breath fanned my neck. I shivered from his actions, but my anger was still very present. Draco turned us around, to walk back to our room, when Harry spoke.
“Wow, it only took one day and you're already acting like a Malfoy.” Harry seethed. Before I knew it, Draco had spun around and knocked his fist into Harry’s face. It made a crunch sound and I winced at the impact. Harry hit the ground from the force, and it definitely looked like it hurt. Draco’s large hand wrapped around Harry’s jaw and forcing Harry to look him in the eyes. “That’s Mrs. Malfoy to you, Potter.” He corrected shoving Harry’s face back into the ground. He walked over to me, putting his arm around my shoulders and kissing my head as we walked back towards the building.
Remus: The path to inner peace begins with four words.
Remus: NOT. MY. FUCKING. PROBLEM.