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[Dave the Udrogoth @Pyrusmole]

Original account got nuked so I'm reposting

Yearning

[Spooky @spookyh8r]

Yes, Harry took Malfoid to the Yule Ball. So what? Everyone would not shut up about it. It was getting really annoying. Beyond belief, they actually did make the Daily Prophet — their faces were plastered on the front cover. Someone had taken the picture while they were walking to the dance floor. And the worst part of it was how happy they looked.

Even Dumbledore had a laugh at his expense. “And for Harry Potter’s characteristic bravery in taking Miss Malfoy to the Yule Ball, I should like to award… fifty points to Gryffindor!”

Many cheers followed from the Gryffindor table, and surprisingly, more than a few from the Slytherin table, however they seemed to be provoking her.

He tried to talk to her more than a few times, but she shot him a glare of death and he couldn’t speak. Clearly, she did not want to be seen with him in public. He almost wanted to apologize, but how would that sound? “Sorry I asked you to the dance?”

Finally he found an opportunity — he caught her in the hallway. Their eyes met, but she looked away quickly and walked faster.

“Wait, Malfoy.”

She kept walking. He followed her.

“Do not follow me!” He did not stop. Finally, she dragged him into an empty classroom. Somebody in the hallway whistled.

“Do not follow me, do not speak to me, got it Potter? Do not even glance in my direction.”

“Why?”

She was quiet for a moment, as if she could not decide how to answer.

“It was a mistake, Potter. Don’t get the wrong idea.”

“I know we had fun together.”

She didn’t speak, or meet his eyes.

“I thought you said you would keep me.”

She flushed. “Shut up! I didn’t say that.”

“You did, actually.”

“Look Potter, I made a mistake. But we can't be together. So get over it. It didn’t happen.”

“Why can’t we be together?”

He surprised himself. He didn’t tell himself that he wanted to marry her, only that he wanted to apologize. But he had not apologized, instead he heard himself doubling down.

She stared at him, scrutinizing his face. She seemed to be trying to decide whether he meant it, before she responded. She sighed.

“We just can’t, Potter. I do expect you to get over yourself. You wanted to ask that Chang girl anyways. It was only a bet, after all.”

He frowned. She was right. Before that dance he had not paid a thought to her at all. It didn’t enter his mind. Or maybe it had. More than a few times actually. Late at night. But not seriously.

“My father is quite incensed. Dobby has been chained to a radiator and beaten mercilessly. I doubt he is even alive.”

Harry burst out laughing. “What?”

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"Scared, Potter?"
At her playful smirk, Harry chuckled softly and met her gaze.

"A little?"

"You know you can't back out now, right?"
malfoyd smiled as if making a stern threat, but she couldn't hide her trembling fingertips and the blush creeping up her cheeks.

Looking into her eyes, Harry lowered his voice with absolute earnestness.
"No... I think I'm okay. I was just thinking about the day we first met."

"W-what...? Wh-why on earth are you thinking about that now?" As she rolled her eyes in flustered surprise, Harry offered her a gentle, affectionate smile.

"Truth is... at first, you kept teasing me and giving me a hard time... I didn't like it at all. But as time went on, getting to know you better and going through everything together, I became certain. Since being with you is so wonderful, I want to spend so much more time with you in the future. I learned countless spells at Hogwarts, but right now, this is the only thing I'm sure of."
At Harry's sincere confession, malfoyd pressed her lips tightly together, holding back the overwhelming emotions welling up inside her.

"I've been waiting for this moment my whole life. The greatest magic in my life is falling in love with you."

After a brief silence, she finally let out a tearful yet impossibly radiant smile, and muttered softly,

"Seriously... typical Potter..."

[moonlightbro @moonlightbro]

"Affectus remotio" Draconia whispered, gritting her teeth and clenching her wand. Waiting, desperately, for something to happen, for something to change. The stack of books around her growing taller by the hour, with titles such as "Basic Hexes for the Busy and Vexed", and "A Compendium of Common Curses and Their Counter-Actions". She had been at it for hours, late into the night, casting counter-curse after counter-curse on herself. Feeling nothing change but her level of anguish.
She hadn't showered or left the library in two days. Her hair was greasy, and the bags under her eyes were heavy. "Stupid Snape. Stupid potions. Stupid magic. Stupid Potter!" Draconia shouted, knocking over one of her stacks of dusty tomes.
"Shh." Instructed a passing ghost, much to her irritation.
"Stupid ghost." she muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
She looked a mess, and smelled even worse. Luckily it was several hours past midnight, and the library was completely empty. She had special permission to be out of bed this late of course, from Snape. "Good luck with your research Miss Malfoid, however, I don't suspect you will find the answers you seek in the library." What did he mean by that? Something about the way he said it bothered her. What does it mean? She looked down at her notes, full of hastily scratched spells and their counter curses, references to books that referenced other books, old anecdotes, and rumors of love hexes.
She pulled her hair again, and slammed her fist on the table. If Snape knew what was wrong with her, why wouldn't he tell her? Is this a test of some sort?
As she thought, she absent-mindedly sketched a lightning bolt in her notes.
Suddenly, she knew. Of course. It was unthinkable, but it was the only explanation. Potter used the imperius curse on her. One of the three unforgivable curses, used to control people like a puppet. Probably when she was sleeping, he snuck in and cast it on her, with a subtle enough command that it would go unnoticed. Of course! A spell that dark and that powerful wouldn't be released by simple counter-curses found in the student library.
Draconia was more relieved than angry. Finally, an explanation. Now she just needed to find Potter, get him to release the curse, and tell her father. Finally, something to get that half-blooded creep expelled.
She took out her silver hairbrush, ran it through her platinum hair, and sighed, ready to return to her dorm and get some much needed sleep.
After returning the books to their proper home, she exited the library quietly, smiling to herself. "I'm probably the first witch in history to be relieved to discover she's under the control of the imperius curse", she mused. The castle was unnerving at night, but it was never quiet. The soft roar of the torches in the corridor, the sleepless ghosts floating around, the soft snoring of the living paintings. Though she was apprehensive, at least she wasn't alone.
Alone. The word echoed in her head.
She heard footsteps around the corner in front of her. They were hurried, but light. Someone trying not to be caught. Before she could think, Draconia dove into an alcove nearby, hiding next to a suit of armor who turned to look at her, seemingly confused. She held up a finger to her mouth to quiet the armor, to which it simply shrugged and returned to it's resting position.
Draconia peeped around the corner and saw a Gryffindor robe and untidy black hair speed by. Harry?! What in Merlin's beard is he doing here?
Is he... looking for her? He must be. She gritted her teeth in anger. That creep is up to no good. Probably sneaking around looking for more ways to torment her. Though she was exhausted beyond measure, and yearned for her bed, she decided to follow him.
Harry was going somewhere she had never been before, ducking through hallways and secret doorways. Behind paintings and through dark corridors. Never once did he turn and notice her. How did this oblivious fool manage to cast such a high-level dark curse on her?
Finally, after squeezing into a dark and dusty room, Harry stopped. Draconia ducked down, peeking around a dusty sheet hanging over an abandoned globe to look at him from behind.
He was just standing there, staring at himself in a mirror. What? She continued watching him for minutes, waiting for him to do something, but he just... stood there. Staring at himself.
Draconia couldn't hold it in anymore, and she started laughing.
Harry whipped his head around, wand in hand.
"Malfoid?! What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"
"Honestly Potter, sneaking off to stare at yourself in the mirror? Such vanity!"
"I wasn't... that's not..." Harry stammered, looking away from her shyly.
"That's pathetic, even for you." Draconia giggled, her hair falling forward as she clutched her stomach.
"It's no ordinary mirror, Malfoid," Harry shot back, "It... well... come take a look."
"Sure", she laughed, approaching him. "And what exactly am I supposed to be seeing?"
"What do you mean? Just look in the mirror."
"I am, I don't see anything unusual."
"It's supposed to show you your heart's greatest desire. It's called the Mirror of Erised. Dumbledore told me about it." Harry said, his face turning red.
"Well it seems your mirror is broken, Potter." Draconia giggled, "Because I only see you and me."

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[moonlightbro @moonlightbro]

"A love potion." Snape repeated flatly.
"I didn't say the word love," replied back Draconia, "But yes, something of that nature."
Snape sighed, but continued writing, not bothering to look up at her.
"What symptoms are you experiencing?"
"A quickening heart rate. Shakiness around the... suspect. Unusual emotional responses in the presence of the suspect. Intrusive thoughts of the suspect. Romantic ideation." Draconia's face blushed as she said the words aloud.
"And who might the 'suspect' be?"
"I don't see how that's relevan-"
"Miss Malfoid, this is a very serious accusation. It is my responsibility as a professor to inquire fully. Who is it?" Snape finally set his papers aside, looking up at her from his desk.
Draconia twiddled her wand in her fingertips, refusing to even look in his direction.
"...Potter.", she said, pushing a lock of silver hair behind her ear.
"Potter." Snape repeated.
"T-that's what I said, isn't it?"
"Potter can hardly brew a sleeping draught much less a-"
"Then Granger brewed it! Or he stole it! I don't know! Can you just test me? Or something?"
Snape stood up, seemingly annoyed by the whole ordeal. He turned, reaching into his cabinet of restricted potions, rustling through them, looking for something.
"And why, pray tell, would Potter do this to you?"
Her heart skipped a beat. She hadn't considered that. Why would he? Unless he... She shook her head, as if the thought could be shaken out of her.
"To humiliate me, obviously. I bet he's having a grand laugh right now at my expense. Stupid Potter." She clenched her fists, indignant.
Snape turned and produced a small potion of silver liquid.
"Drink this. It will cure you of whatever may, or may not be ailing you."
She swiped it from him and held it up to her lips, but paused. Why did she pause? Drinking this would cure her of the love potion, it would make these inconvenient feelings go away. So then why isn't she drinking it? She clenched her fists, and chugged the potion before she could second guess herself again. She stood there, eyes closed and cheeks pink, waiting for something to change.
"How long until it starts to wor-"
"Instantly."
She stood there for several more seconds, holding her breath, until Harry appeared in her mind again, and her pulse quickened.
Her eye twitched, "Well clearly this has been a huge waste of time."
"Obviously." Snape said flatly, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly.

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This was probably their actual first meeting.. (1/2)
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Why is this so delicious… #malfoid #malfoy