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“I don’t think I can do this anymore,” you cried from your perch high in the trees. Today was the day the trainees of the 104th Training Corps would put their skills to the test with the 3D manoeuvre gear. You had been feeling anxious for weeks, often staying late after training to get in as much practice as you could, Jean offering encouragement (varying in enthusiasm depending on how much of your dinner you agreed to give him) along the way. But when it came time to face the real thing, being suspended barely a foot in the air could not compare to the some fifty feet now between you and the ground. “You’ll be

Harry sighed through his nose, running a hand through his messy dark hair. God, why did she have to be so perfect? She sat in the courtyard, on the other side, sitting with her best friend, Luna Lovegood. They were both talking, her eyes alive with passion on whatever subject she was talking about. It couldn't be him. No, it couldn't. She gently pushed some of her hair out of her eyes, continuing to talk to Luna with that perfect smile on her face. Harry sighed quietly again, his two friends Ron and Hermione once again arguing about something. He didn't care right now, though. There was something much more distracting, and it was on the ot

Awesome Narrator's POV~~~~  A Gryffindor falling for a Slytherin, that rarely happened. But Harry Potter falling for (y/f/n)? Nobody in Hogwarts thought it would happen, not even Harry or (y/n)! You were hated by most of your house, it got worse when you replaced Malfoy as Seeker on the Slytherin quidditch team. Though whenever a game came around Malfoy did learn to keep his mouth shut, seeing as soon as you joined the team Slytherin started to beat Gryffindor even when Harry was focused.    You had gotten Harry's attention when you beat him to the Snitch. Yes, before he knew your name, and when it came to quidditch he saw you as an equal S

"Smile, Draco." You ordered. He simply kept reading his book, not even letting you know he'd heard you. You crossed your arms. "Draco Lucius Malfoy, I will hex you if you do not put the book down!" He sighed and set it down, looking at you in exasperation, "What is it, love? I'm preoccupied with something no doubt more important than your new "quest"." "I am a Ravenclaw for a reason, hun. Now, do as I asked. Smile." "I do not want to smile." "Why not? You have a lovely smile and I'd like to see it." He gave you a pointed look, "(Name) Malfoy, what are you up to?" You placed your hands on your hips, "Nothing! I'd just like to see my hu

Secrecy As you sat on a seat in the common room, a majority of the house cheered. Gryffindor had just won a Quidditch match against Slytherin, so all the Quidditch-enthusiasts were celebrating. Your best friends, Alyssa Kane and Tricia Walters, were among the celebrating Gryffindors, and were actively trying to encourage you to join in the festivities. You brushed them away, trying to find a point of escape. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to celebrate with your friends or enjoy the win, you just had someplace to be. Though they had lost, you still planned to congratulate your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, on how well he played. You

Before we start, I have no clue what to label this as. It just border lines sexual themes! So I do want to give a little warning, so forgive me, I know there are so many young'uns out there on dA and I want to keep it safe for them. Anyway, I'm going to stop talking now... -X- A cruel smirk crossed the pale boy's lips as he watched the agony and pain cross your face in a flash. It was delicious to him, to hear your pitiful whines and the desperate moans of pain you gave as his hands roughly grabbed at your hair. Your heart was pounding roughly in your chest, your lips were aching and somewhat bruised, but he still kept suckling away on the

Draco gritted his teeth, aggressively chopping a piece of ginger in an attempt to distract himself. He was getting seriously annoyed. __y/n__, his crush, whom he had no right to be possessive over but was anyway, was talking to Potter. Stupid, annoying, everyone’s-hero Potter. It really shouldn’t have made him as angry as it did; you weren’t dating, you didn’t know of his feelings, you didn’t even talk to each other that often. But still, it did. He wanted to walk right up there, kick Potter out of his chair, and kiss you senseless. Which, in all honesty, was a terrible plan. But his anger was growing and

Getting Even (Draco Malfoy x Reader) The dungeon was dark and dank as usual.  You could hear the whispering of ghosts who were sharing idle gossip about the students.  The Bloody Baron flew past, giving you an ugly scowl.  You hugged your books close to your chest and pressed on at a more rapid pace.  You could still feel him glaring daggers at you.  It caused your skin to crawl.  ‘No one thinks I should be in Slytherin,’ you thought.  ‘Not even the ghosts…’             “Psssst!”  You stopped and glanced around.  No one else was around, so the person had to be calling you.  You arched an eyebrow su