Such A Creative Idea

such a creative idea <3

𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: this took me over a week to write because i was extremely lazy. this has quite a few american references. huge thank you to @marcela6malfoy and to everyone in the hp event! i love you guys! enjoy! <3

summary: draco and y/n, famous actors, loathe each other for separate reasons. although both are on the fast track to become a-listers, you know what'd get them there quicker? a fake relationship for the publicity. in the end, will it still be an act?

warnings/content: make out sesh, mentions of alcohol and smoking (none done by the reader) one instance of sexual harassment, cursing, angst w/ fluff ending, fame au, fem!reader

word count: 8.62k

reading time: 34 min, 28 sec

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I. BUSINESS OR PLEASURE?

"Look, Y/N, do you know why I called you here?" Y/N's manager, Dusty, asked, lighting a cigarette.

Y/N snatched the cigarette, putting it out in his untouched glass of water - he would've gone feral had it been in his glass of wine. "No, I don't, D, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that you told me you'd quit smoking?" She asked, scanning the menu for something high in carbs, like a nice grilled cheese.

Dusty rolled his eyes, leaning forward in his chair. "Look, sweetheart, this is your career. I don't call the shots. You do. So what you're willing to do to advance yourself in this dark, dark world of Hollywood is up to you." He said, pointing to her heart, making her roll her eyes. "With that said, I called you here, on your day off, with a proposal."

Y/N looked at her manager suspiciously, taking a sip of her tea. "A proposal?" He nodded. "What kind of proposal, exactly?" She said, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

"Think of it as a business one." He said, clearing his throat before continuing. "Now, your new movie's coming out next year." He said, carefully observing Y/N's unsure expressions. "What would you say if I could get you on the A-list by, say, the end of this winter?"

"I'm listening." Y/N said, ignoring one of the paparazzo's pleas for her to smile for the camera from the other side of the bamboo separating the restaurant and the sidewalk.

"Draco Malfoy-"

"And... that's where I go deaf." Y/N said, leaning back in her chair to show her immediate disinterest, as she quickly answered a text from a casting director.

"No, no, Y/N, wait." He said, pulling his chair closer to the actress, who was still aggravated by the mention of the blond's name. "Listen to me, Y/N. Mr. Malfoy not only has immense talent-"

"-but immense self-importance, too. I can't work with someone who's only going to criticize my every move! And besides that, Dusty, he's quite simply intolerable."

Dusty placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder, trying to calm her. "But you haven't heard the rest - you wouldn't be working with him, Y/N." He said, smiling as Y/N's eyebrows raised in interest. "You'd be dating him!"

"Oh, cut me a fucking break. This isn't a business proposal; it's your death wish." She sighed, holding her head in her hands.

Her manager looked down at the menu in front of him and back at Y/N. "This could mean the beginning of your career's legacy, Y/N. Don't do this for him. Don't do it for me. Do it for yourself."

"He stole a role that could have gotten me millions, Dusty!" She exclaimed, recounting their history.

Years before that day, Y/N and Draco had only brushed paths a few times, none of them interested in each other enough to make any attempt at a conversation with the other.

On one of those fateful days, a casting call took place. The casting director had been up to her elbows in stress. Both Draco and Y/N would have been perfect for the role. All there was left to decide was if the main character would be named Neo or Nova.

Draco ran to his father, infamous in Hollywood for buying (and sleeping) his way to the top. Draco's father bribed the director to give Draco the role, and the rest was history.

"You know what? I'll do it. Fuck. What've I got to lose, right? Just my dignity..." Y/N muttered to herself.

Her manager nodded, understanding. "Perfect! I'll call his manager and let her know right away!" He smiled, letting his foot rest on his knee as he quickly dialed a number. "Stephanie? Splendid! Listen, I've got good news for you..."

II. FIRST IMPRESSIONS

"And we're only meeting for..."

"Just a few minutes to discuss business matters, nothing too out of the ordinary." Dusty answered, licking his finger and fixing a stray strand of hair on his head. Y/N watched him in fascination, never having seen him primp himself before. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Hey, uh, listen, Y/N; I know you don't like the guy. But just try to be likable. This could mean millions for you." He said, causing Y/N to nod, watching as he swallowed some breath spray, coughing some of it out.

Soon after their short conversation, the elevator doors opened to a large penthouse - perfect for a bleach-blond diva like Draco Malfoy. It was one of the many estates he owned. Being British, he used his home in LA strictly for business. Still, his apartment was decently decorated and mostly gave the impression that he had good interior design taste.

A man in formal wear, presumably the butler, rushed up to the pair, taking their coats and storing them in the coatroom.

"Y/N, Dusty, you made it!" Stephanie announced, going in for a hug and kiss on both cheeks. "Stephanie Romano, Draco's manager, so nice to meet you." She nodded, shaking Y/N's hand before going on to greet Dusty. "Oh, Dusty, it's been so long!" She said, making Dusty giggle like a little girl when she held his face close, kissing each cheek.

Y/N went to greet Draco on her own, shaking his hand firmly. "Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you." Y/N said, trying to mask her disgust with the man in front of her.

"Draco Malfoy." He said as if he was stating the obvious - as if everyone should know who he is.

When everyone was acquainted, they walked to the living room, fit for a bachelor such as Draco. His oil portrait was hung over the wide brick fireplace, making his head seem as big as his ego.

"Champagne?" Stephanie fake laughed as she poured herself a glass, which Y/N shook her head to.

Dusty nudged her in the arm, muttering a "be likable" through a fake smile.

"No, thank you, Stephanie." She smiled, and through the corner of her eye, she swore she could've seen Draco roll his eyes. "Let's just get the ball rollin', shall we?"

"Right, well, I've already discussed with Draco. We're hoping with this relationship," Draco and Y/N grimaced at the word, Stephanie noticing. "partnership, that both of you can grow as celebrities. Like Dusty proposed, Y/N, I'm sure this will get you on the A-list by the end of winter."

"Hm," Draco scoffed. "won't take me that long." He said, his eyes fixated on the coffee table that separated him and Y/N.

Stephanie took a deep breath, realizing he was due for another social training. "Right, well, Y/N, I'm just going to need you to sign a few things so that we can have your agreement in writing." She smiled, pulling out her tablet, which held all her important documents.

"Have you signed these, as well?" Y/N asked Draco, who seemed like he'd rather pick his nose and eat his boogers than in this predicament. "Excuse me, I'm speaking to you." She raised her voice, annoyed by the childish act Draco was holding up.

"Mr. Malfoy has signed these papers, yes." Stephanie answered for her client, her skin crimson from embarrassment. "Just sign at the bottom of each page." She said, handing Y/N a stylus.

Y/N took a few minutes to read the rest of the agreements while Dusty and Stephanie flirted endlessly. "Says here I'd have to partake in physical affection." She interrupted, raising a brow.

"That's right." Stephanie said, nodding.

"Well, to what degree are you insinuating?" Y/N asked, looking down at the empty space that awaited her electronic signature.

Dusty cut in, clearing his throat before doing so. "Just the regular hand-holding, kiss, cuddling in public places, all that jazz." He said, bouncing his leg restlessly.

Y/N nodded, continuing to read the agreement. "And how long do you expect us to keep this act going on?" She asked. "Your contract doesn't give a deadline."

"Christ, it's a relationship, not a homework assignment." Draco stated, annoyed. "We're done when I'm at the top of the game."

"I wasn't talking to you." Y/N sneered, looking at Stephanie, who was frozen. "How long?"

"It's January now; let's just say the first of April?" She asked all three, who were mulling it over in their heads.

"Fine by me." Y/N said, sighing deeply as she signed her name on the last page of their contract. "So, when do we start?" She asked, looking briefly at Draco, who seemed to be wondering the same thing. She made a mental note of him always having his eyes on her, observing her - as if she was some kind of science project.

"Well, we need to ease into this." Stephanie answered, nervously picking lint off of her skirt. "Both of you have a very... possessive fanbase. We wouldn't want them to feel like we were just springing this on them."

"Right, and we want you to feel comfortable with each other first." Dusty said, taking a swig of the whiskey he had in his flask. "That's why you two are going out for coffee tomorrow morning."

"Coffee?" Y/N and Draco said in unison, glaring at each other.

"Coffee." Stephanie confirmed, nodding. "Something quick, won't tip your schedules off too much, and low-key. It'll give you a nice chance to get to know each other."

"Uh-huh," Y/N said, already not liking the idea of having to spend an hour with the blond. "and what about paparazzi?"

Dusty cut in. "Already taken care of. Tipped them that both of you would be on the other side of town tomorrow morning, so make sure you both are on time."

"Alright." Y/N smiled. "Well, Stephanie, it's been a pleasure." She said, shaking her hand. "Draco." She nodded, thanking the butler for her belongings. "See ya tomorrow." She said, her voice trailing off as the elevator doors closed in front of her and her manager.

Dusty grinned a toothy grin at Y/N, who shook her head. "Better hope that groundhog buys you another six weeks of winter." Y/N said quietly, shrugging on her coat. "Because I have a feeling this is gonna take a long while."

III. BAD DATE

"Hey, I've been waiting for you forever." Draco said to Y/N, who'd just arrived.

She gave him a flat look before speaking. "I fucking saw you get dropped off by your driver a minute ago."

Draco shrugged, opening the door for Y/N before walking inside.

"Hi, what can I-"

"I'll have a short black coffee." He interrupted, pulling out a couple of $50 bills and slipping them to the cashier. "Make it snappy. I got somewhere to be." He whispered to the teenage boy behind the register before turning to Y/N. "Well? Don't just stare at me, order."

Y/N picked her jaw up from the floor and turned to the dumbfounded boy. "Just a tall hot chocolate, please. Thanks." She smiled apologetically as Draco swiped his card to pay for their drinks. "We should probably find someplace to sit while we wait." Y/N said, still shocked at how easy Draco found it to be rude.

"I'll get our drinks, you go sit. I'm texting someone right now." He said, waving her off, his eyes stuck on his screen.

"God, you're like a teenager." She said, scoffing as she found a small booth in the corner.

She was about to text Dusty with an update when Draco came by with the drinks, almost spilling them by how roughly he placed them on the table. "This place is filled with idiots." He sighed, sitting down as he took a sip of his beverage. "I asked for a black coffee, and one of them asks if I'd like sugar." He scoffed, sipping his drink some more.

Y/N swallowed down yet another urge to punch him in the throat when she remembered her status in the celebrity world. "So, what do you do for-"

"Hold on, hold on, I have to take this." Draco said, holding up a hand as he answered a call on his phone. "Hey, man. Nothing, just drinking my morning coffee. Yeah, yeah, how's the wife?"

Y/N drank her hot chocolate, looking around the room for anything even remotely more interesting than Draco's conversation.

Three men, all dressed in business suits, an old lady ordering a Trenta iced coffee, and two young girls peeking at Y/N over their books, whispering to each other.

Y/N's brows furrowed until she realized what they were doing.

Ping!

Y/N's phone lit up with an Instagram notification saying that @y/ny/l/n and @dracomalfoy had been tagged at one of the Starbucks locations. "Oh, shit." She said, watching at how quickly paparazzi clamored outside the store, just waiting to snap a pic of her and Draco together.

Y/N took a look at Draco, who was still talking loudly on the phone, and touched his hand briefly to get his attention. "I'm just gonna go to the girls' room, be right back." She smiled as Draco nodded dismissively.

Little did he know she would not, in fact, "be right back."

"Hey, is this the back entrance?" She asked an employee, who seemed to recognize her.

The employee nodded quickly. "Yes, it is! Oh, my God, Ms. Y/L/N, I love your work, I-"

"Call me Y/N. Do you think I could get out through here without the paps noticing?" She asked, smiling, pointing at the entrance now flooded with paparazzi.

"Yes, you can! Y/N, wait!" She said before Y/N could turn around to leave. "Could I please just have your autograph? For my little sister, Tina." She asked, pulling out a sharpie from her apron and handing her an unused cup.

"Of course." Y/N nodded. "Tina." She said, quickly writing a thank you note. "Thank you so much!" She whispered, quickly slipping through the back entrance before any other employees noticed.

Draco had been drinking his coffee for a few minutes before he saw someone, who wasn't Y/N, come out of the single-stalled restroom. "Shit." He muttered, noticing the hoard of paparazzi outside the establishment.

He dialed Y/N's number, having to call Stephanie to ask for it first. It rang a second before being sent to voicemail.

Hey, it's Y/N Y/L/N! I'm not here right now, but shoot me a message, and I'll get back to you as fast as I-

"Bullshit." Draco said, hanging up before getting an idea. "Hey, Dusty, I was just wondering where Y/N is." Draco said on the phone with Y/N's manager. "She said she was going to the restroom, but she hasn't returned in twenty minutes. I thought everything was going great! We were talking about our careers and discussed a second date!" He lied with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Is there something I don't know? Do you think I did something wrong?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"Oh, God." Dusty said to himself, disappointed. "Yes, Draco. Unfortunately, Y/N's been at home for the past few minutes. I'm so sorry about this. I know it's extremely unprofessional," He said as if he were reprimanding Y/N through the other side of the phone. "We'll work this out tonight, I promise."

And they did - in marriage counseling.

IV. COUPLES' THERAPY

"For this to work, you need to trust each other." The shrink said, watching the two's mannerisms as their eyes flitted around the room uncomfortably. She held her hands in her laps as she spoke. "How about an apology to one another?"

Draco sighed while Y/N nodded. "Sorry." Draco said underneath his breath, causing Stephanie to shoot him a sharp look.

"Like you mean it." She said, intimidating even the shrink.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Draco huffed, as Y/N said it back, with the same lack of enthusiasm.

"Lovely! Oh, we're making progress! Would it be a reach if I asked you two to hug-"

"Actually, we're not there yet." Y/N smiled, waving her goodbye and thanking her as Stephanie escorted her out.

Stephanie smiled, taking another sip of her champagne as she sat back down on the couch with her tablet. "Tomorrow, at 9AM, you two have an appearance at the Getty Museum. This was going to be your "coming out" as a couple. But, since the paparazzi managed to get photos of you today," Y/N grimaced at the mention of the coffee shop fiasco, embarrassed. "it'll be more of a confirmation to the press that you're together."

Dusty continued Stephanie's statement, subtly winking at her, which she blushed at. "Additionally, the designer brand Gli Astro wants to do a collaboration with you both and will be dressing you tomorrow. Stephanie and I will meet you here at 7AM. Don't be late."

V. THE MUSEUM

"Why'd it have to be him? Why couldn't it be, "Hey, Y/N, what do you think about dating Andrew Garfield?"" Y/N said, fiddling with her trench coat as her makeup artist put the last touches on her eyeshadow.

"Y/N, as much as I'd love for you to be Megan Fox-" Draco said from his pedestal beside Y/N.

"Shut up, both of you. Before Petro comes back." Dusty cut Draco off, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're giving me a grade A migraine." He said, helping Y/N step down from the pedestal she was on.

Petro, the fashion executive of the brand Y/N and Draco, were modeling for, spoke as he entered the room, wheeling a vast mirror behind him. "My genius is done. What do you think?" He asked, pulling Draco to stand side-by-side next to Y/N.

Y/N smiled, stuffing down a laugh at how different Draco looked wearing anything but black. "I think we look great. Don't you, love?" She asked, leaning her head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco looked in the mirror; his jaw dropped. He thought he looked horrible, especially in "gardenia cream." Draco threw an arm around Y/N, pulling her close to him, despite feeling her muscles tense at his touch. "I think you look beautiful, angel." He said, looking down at her before 'lovingly' kissing her forehead. He noted the warm scent of her hair while doing so, having to remind himself of his distaste. Y/N glared at him menacingly before shrugging his arm off, coming up with the excuse that he was pulling her coat off.

"My work always brings lovebirds together. I am brilliant." Petro said, swooning at himself. "You must go. It is almost time for my hard labor to be enjoyed by the public!" He said, ignoring the angered looks on the other stylists' faces. "Go, go, go!" He said, rushing Y/N and Draco into the elevator, even pushing the lobby button for them.

As the metal doors closed, their reflection chased them. "God, we look like fucking Fred and George Weasley." Draco said, referring to the twin jokester comedians, as he stared at the reflective doors in front of him in disgust. They wore the same color palette that, somehow, made Draco look washed out, but Y/N look like the star of the show.

"We don't look that bad." Y/N laughed, looking up from her feet to look into their reflection once more. "Well, I don't, at least." She said, snickering at the scowl that was still on Draco's face.

Draco grabbed Y/N's hand as they entered the lobby, interlacing their fingers together. Paparazzi and fans screamed at them in craze as they threw questions at them, praying one of them would catch them. "Smile, precious." He said quietly into Y/N's ear as she waved at the cameras, trying to stay upright as the lights temporarily robbed her sight.

"That ensemble is beautiful! Who designed it?"

"What's your exercise regimen like?"

"Can you confirm recent statements that say you and Draco are dat-"

"Ms. Y/L/N. Mr. Malfoy." A chauffeur greeted, opening the door for the two as they slid into the backseat.

"It's crazy out there." Y/N said to herself, adjusting her hair.

Draco sighed, ending it with a small laugh. "Your fans are crazy." He said, messing with his hair, which had been ruffled by a teen girl who wore Y/N's merchandise.

Y/N shook her head, fighting a smile. "You know where to go, right?" She asked the driver, watching his eyes through his rearview mirror.

"Yes, miss. We will be there in five minutes if traffic allows." He said promptly. "Would you and your boyfriend like some privacy?" He asked, his finger lingering over the partition button.

"That would be lovely, thank you." She smiled, watching the last of his eyes disappear before being covered up by a black wall. "Gotta act like a couple, right?" She shrugged, looking outside Draco's tinted window. "Seems like you've a big fan there." She said quietly, pointing to a young woman who held up a glittery and flashy sign.

"Marry me, Draco." He read to himself, half-laughing at the shirt she wore with a Photoshopped picture of him and her, holding hands. "You certainly must've broken her heart." He joked, his voice steady, as he took in the sight of Y/N. Despite his dislike for her, he'd admit it - she was gorgeous, especially in the colors Petro dressed her in.

She shrugged again, laughing very slightly. "Should've told her you have a girlfriend before you got involved." She teased, looking out her window, watching as the palm trees of Los Angeles swayed in the wind.

The pair sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. "We're here." The chauffeur said, opening Y/N's door for her as Draco slid out the same side. "Thanks." He said, handing him a $50 bill for his tip.

"Thank you, sir." She smiled, giving the driver $51, which didn't go unnoticed by Draco as he rolled his eyes at her. "Look happy!" She said in a sing-song voice, smiling again for the cameras and fans crowded around the main entrance.

"Y/N, Y/N! Are you and Draco together? Can you confirm?" One reporter asked, waving his microphone rapidly between the two.

Y/N nodded as Draco took the mic and spoke into it. "We can confirm we are together, yes." He smiled down at Y/N, who was beaming, swinging their hands. "Thank you!" He said, leading Y/N towards the entrance.

"Draco, just a minute of your time, please! How long have you and Y/N been together? Any upcoming projects?" Another reporter asked, ignoring Y/N, who stood right next to Draco.

"Uh, I'll let Y/N answer that question since I stole her question back there." Draco half-laughed, unable to hear himself over all the "who are you wearing?"' s.

"We've been together for a few months." Y/N smiled, giving a lovesick look at Draco. It was obviously fake to him, but others didn't need to know that. "Nothing in the works!" She said as Draco pulled her to keep walking, the crowd and flashing lights beginning to overheat the two of them.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N!" was the last thing the pair heard before they finally made it inside, where there was a distinct absence of paparazzi.

Y/N and Draco made their way to the front desk. "Good morning. We're just here to redeem some tickets." Draco said, pulling out his phone.

"I have them ready and printed right here! Please enjoy your afternoon." The customer service said, handing them two laminated tickets.

"Thank you!" Y/N said before Draco whisked her off to the exhibit.

Draco turned to Y/N, their fingers still intertwined. "You know, you are so... fake." He said, shaking his head as he put their tickets in his pocket.

"Me?" Y/N emphasized, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You're one to talk. Looking at me like that with the press?"

"Like what?" Draco asked, using the exact same expression Y/N was talking about. "I'm an actor, am I not?" He asked, smiling, not wanting the press to make up some elaborate story about their "public fight" because they were caught scowling at each other.

Y/N shook her head, scoffing. "You really only care about yourself."

The pair stopped talking and instead watched art pieces together in silence. Draco let out a slow whistle, indicating he was bored, pulling Y/N's hand to go see the next piece, but she stayed planted, feet on the floor.

"Are we not going?" Draco whispered to her as she took a deep breath, continuing to look at the painting in front of her.

"No. This is my favorite piece they have here." She said, eyeing 'Irises,' painted by Vincent Van Gogh.

Draco sighed, guiding her to a bench that a couple had just left. "Well, since we're going to stay here all eternity, we might as well get comfortable." He said passively, making Y/N bite the side of her cheek in order not to let out a laugh.

Minutes passed of Y/N watching the piece, mumbling to herself. "You look crazy. You know that, right?" He asked, watching her tilt her head at the painting.

"I see you're not used to being left alone with your thoughts this long." She said, looking into Draco's eyes. "Just look at it."

Draco stared at the painting, both not noticing that they were getting closer to each other. "I don't see anything-"

"You think so much. What-"

"As opposed to you thinking so little?" Draco retorted, which caused Y/N to smile brightly, noticing another paparazzo in disguise behind him.

"Look at the painting again." She repeated. "What do you feel? What does it make you feel?"

Draco's eyes widened as he sat at the bench, finally understanding what Y/N was going on about, not wanting to admit it. "I feel... like I want to leave."

"Ugh." Y/N groaned. "Let's just go to the blue bed."

"The blue bed?" Draco asked, looking at her worriedly.

Y/N half-laughed, unconsciously squeezing his hand. "It's, um... well, you'll see." She said as they walked past halls to reach the room with a giant blue bed. It was an art piece composed of ostrich feathers, gilded iron, and silk.

"This is..."

"Cool, isn't it?" She asked, letting go of Draco's hand to get up close and inspect the details on the headboard. "This must have taken months..."

"It's... a bed?" He said, unable to have much appreciation for this art style. "I think you've officially lost your mind." He whispered to Y/N lowly, watching her in awe at how someone could be so fascinated with something so unimportant. "I can get something nicer from Ikea."

"Oh, my God. That's not the point, Draco. This is the kind of bed royals would sleep in back in the 18th century. It's art!" She continued, despite Draco rolling his eyes. "Did you know a bed like this was quite a status symbol? In fact, one French king owned, like, 400 of them." She said, looking back at the bed.

Draco raised his eyebrows in interest. "Hm. Maybe I'll buy one, then."

"Please don't. They're hideous." She said while Draco laughed at her comment.

The pair walked throughout the museum with the same dynamic seen previously. Again, one would be enthused, the other just hungry and ready to leave.

Despite Y/N's conscience, Draco wasn't as bad as she made him out to be. At least not at the near-surface.

And despite Draco's, Y/N was quite humble about her successes, not feeling the need to bring them up like him. Unfortunately, the reminder that some are more evolved than the blond sent him spiraling back into his aversion for the young actress.

"You can suck my fucking balls." Draco said, smiling in a way only Y/N and their managers could see through. A waiter walking by had overheard, her eyes widening in shock.

"Mm, always been the classy one, Draco." She responded back, smiling softly. "You're so uptight, the stick up your ass is nearly coming out your mouth." She said, delicately caressing his hair, twirling her fingers through some loose curls that covered the nape of his neck.

It felt nice to be touched like that. Even when Y/N was saying such vulgar things. It was almost like if her touch would be as soft as it was, he didn't mind it.

Dusty and Stephanie hid the urge to roll their eyes while in the company of each other. Instead, Dusty spoke up. "Enough, you two. You've stalled long enough. You owe the paps a kiss." He said, tilting his head towards the mounds of paparazzi outside the window.

Draco looked at Stephanie with a look she would've giggled at if it wasn't so immature. Y/N seemed as if she was about to throw up, and that wasn't saying much compared to how she'd looked for the past thirty minutes.

Y/N was the first to turn to Draco. She eyed his lips for a second before her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes closed, pulling the back of his head towards her as she closed the gap between them.

Stephanie smiled, putting more sauce on her Caesar salad as they pulled apart. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

It really wasn't, not for Draco and not for Y/N. But both were too proud to admit that kissing each other wasn't an entirely utterly horrific experience like they were making it seem.

His lips were soft, warm. It's not like he was sloppy. He was the mere opposite, in fact. And Y/N was anything but uncalculated. Still, it seemed to Y/N that Draco would've rather gone broke than kiss her again.

The two sat in silence for the rest of the meal, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking.

"So, tomorrow's the filming for the Super Bowl. Are you two excited?" Stephanie asked, fighting Dusty for the check.

Draco looked at Y/N in confusion, as if she ever knew what they were talking about. "What filming?" He asked, his cheeks turning red when his voice cracked with nervousness.

Dusty cleared his throat, slipping his credit card in the bill folder. "The Super Bowl has asked you to film a short commercial to get people excited for the game."

"Where are our scripts?" Y/N sighed, not in the mood to argue.

"Right here." Stephanie said, taking out her portfolio folder and handing each of them the one-page script. "It's a bit..."

"Sensual?" Y/N finished her sentence, going through the lines again, which included moaning.

She'd done scenes like that before. But always with somebody charismatic like Mark Ruffalo. Never with someone as stuck-up as Draco.

Stephanie nodded, shrugging her shoulders up. "It's the best I could do. People want to see you together."

Draco placed the script face down on the table. "Steph, half of my family's going to watch me practically dry hump Y/N." He said, making Y/N sink in her seat, embarrassed. "Isn't there any way-"

Dusty shook his head profusely. "This deal will get each of you $1 million. Just for a little bit of kissing that'll last about a minute, tops. Are you sure you're willing to pass up that offer?"

Y/N shook her head slowly, and Draco followed as if he was getting reprimanded by his mother. "Wonderful." Stephanie said, getting up, Draco following. "We'll see you two tomorrow." She said, giving Dusty a very long hug.

Draco drew Y/N close, eyeing the paparazzi, whispering something incomprehensible to them into her ear. "Pretend you're laughing and kiss my forehead." He said, rubbing her back as her arms were settled comfortably around his torso.

Y/N pulled away, mustering up a fake laugh that made it no wonder she'd gotten so many acting awards. "Bye, love." She said quietly, kissing his forehead. She'd realized the paparazzi weren't able to decipher what she was saying, especially not with her back to them. But between the warm affection and all the commotion surrounding them, she'd gotten caught in the moment.

Their managers watched them exchange sentiments with each other. Their jaws dropped at how they could be so close and tender, despite how they supposedly felt about each other.

"Uh… bye, Steph, it's always nice seeing you." Y/N smiled awkwardly, ashamed she'd let herself get so caught up in Draco's aura. His eyes bore into the side of her head.

"Bye, my dear." She whispered before pulling away, watching Y/N's ashamed expression as they walked away.

"Are you still acting, Y/N?" Dusty said, leading her to the car parked outside, waiting to take her home.

VI. STEAM

The director paced the room as Y/N anxiously pulled her shirt, trying to cover as much skin as possible before she had to get rid of her modesty again. "So, how about we do the kissing smooch smooch, blah blah blah, and the dialogue in between, then break the fourth wall?"

Draco nodded, still feeling awkward from what happened the day prior. Y/N nodded, too, afraid any word she said would come out wrong. It was the fifth take the director asked for. Any more, and you'd wonder if he was getting hot to it.

"Alright, let's do this, we got thirty minutes' till lunch, and I'm not stopping until it's perfect." He said, sitting back down in his director's chair. "And... action!"

Draco rolled on top of Y/N, his hand lingering up her torso under her shirt, as the script said. His wet kisses lingered on her skin as he began getting rougher, his grip on her tighter. "Good thing everyone's gone tonight." He whispered his lines, unknowingly over a spot Y/N felt dizzy for.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, suppressing a moan to save herself further embarrassment as Draco's warm hands squeezed around her waist even more.

"For the Super Bowl." Draco said softly as Y/N took her cue to switch their positions, so he was now under her. Draco moaned her name quietly, although both the microphone and Y/N picked up on it.

"Oh, right." She said, kissing down his chest, each kiss longer than the last. She moaned into his skin, sending vibrations lower than she'd planned. Then, she turned to the camera beside her and Draco, looking in the lens, as Draco followed a second later. "You are coming to the Super Bowl, right?"

"And... cut!" The director said excitedly. "That's it, that's a wrap! That was perfect, you two, really great work." He said, adjusting his pants.

Dusty, standing by, quickly handed her a pair of shorts, socks, and shoes as Stephanie gave Draco a shirt.

Draco nodded at Y/N and headed to the sound editor, who sat in a corner on his third cup of coffee. "Hey, man, could you fix the part where-"

"The part where you moaned her name? Already on it, Post can fix anything." He said almost robotically, his eyes glued to the screen as he typed at lightspeed.

"Thanks, man." He said, sighing as he headed out the building to his trailer.

Y/N retreated to her trailer soon after, having overheard the conversation between Draco and the sound editor. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing when she felt something poking the arch of her foot. She took her sneakers off to reveal a silver ring engraved 'DM.'

This must've come off while he was touching my- Y/N shook the thought as quickly as it came, utterly afraid of herself and her feelings at the moment.

She walked out of her trailer, nearly tripping over one of the steps for focusing so much on what she was going to say once she got in. She knocked on Draco's door twice before walking in.

"Hey, Draco, you left your- oh, God." She said, covering her eyes. Some girl, who looked remarkably like Y/N (Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/C hair, and her same smile), gasped in shock. She removed herself from on top of Draco, utterly embarrassed that she'd been kissing a taken man. "I'm- I'm sorry." Y/N said to Draco, dropping the ring on a table. Beginning to step out, she took a deep breath, walking quickly back to her trailer.

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Draco exclaimed, pulling on his shirt quickly as he let himself into her trailer. "Y/N." He said softly, watching her pack up her belongings.

She sniffled very slightly, afraid he'd notice the tears pooling up in her eyes. "I should've waited for you to answer the door. It's my fault." She said, looking down at her feet. Never in her life did she regret having met him more than in that moment. She'd fallen for him - Draco Malfoy, the obnoxious, self-absorbed asshole. She'd fallen for him, and it felt like there was no way out.

"Y/N, please just let me talk to you." Draco said, holding her in place by her arms.

Y/N's lip quivered as she inhaled his scent, something she'd learned to miss when in its absence. "There's nothing to talk about, Draco. You're allowed to have a life. It's not like this is real, anyway." She said, pulling a sweater on.

"What do you mean this isn't real? Y/N, of course, it's real! We signed a contract!" Draco yelled, making Y/N shake from holding in her sobs. "For fuck's sake, you're an actress! Act like you love me back!" He said, making Y/N wipe several tears out of her eyes.

She took a deep breath, holding back everything she could, including her true sentiments for him. "Acting and lying are polar things, Draco." She said, a tear sliding down her cheek. Draco swore his heart had never been so sore. "We have to make a brief appearance before we go home. Are you coming?" She said, sniffling her nose once more, extending her hand for him to hold.

He grabbed her hand, holding it tighter than he ever had, as if to show his hurt, knowing she wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to just leave her alone. Then, as they made their way out of the building, where paparazzi were piled up, Y/N squeezed his hand as if to remind him to smile.

They waved to the cameras, ignoring the questions they would have usually answered under different circumstances.

"Y/N, are you and Draco going home together?"

"Draco, how's the girlfriend?"

"Don't touch me." Y/N said to a paparazzo who'd been getting very handsy with her. She continued walking, her grip on Draco's hand a little tighter, and her body a little closer to his, as she felt his hands on her hip again. "I said, don't touch me!"

"Who touched you?" Draco asked Y/N, whipping to the side, looking the man in his eyes. "You touch her?" He said, letting go of Y/N's hand to approach the reporter.

"Yeah." The unsightly man laughed in his face. "She felt nice."

Y/N looked at Draco with wide eyes, never seeing him look so... predacious. Y/N tugged on his jacket, pulling him towards the car that was waiting for him, wary of the people watching. "It's okay, love, let's just-"

"You sick piece of shit, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Draco said, punching the man in the face. Then, with a bleeding nose, the reporter brought his camera up to Draco's face, snapping a picture.

"Draco!" Y/N gasped. The paparazzi choked, and even the flashing stopped for a moment before Draco spoke again.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you up." He said quietly before he shoved the camera to the floor, holding the man by the collar and kicking him right where it hurt. "Don't you ever," He said, kicking his stomach. "think you can," Security had now come for both Y/N and Draco's safety, as both were being whisked away to the car. "touch my girl ever again." He yelled, flipping the cameras off behind the car window before driving off.

Dusty and Stephanie stayed silent in the car's third row, shocked.

Y/N's heart raced as she looked out the window, praying she wouldn't cry in front of Draco and their managers.

Dusty tried to reprimand Y/N for not doing more, and Stephanie tried disciplining Draco for getting involved in something "trivial to his career." But not a word got through to any of them. All they were thinking of now was how fucked they were.

There were no more snarky remarks from him. No sarcastic quips from Y/N. It was just silent.

Draco's fist clenched around his seatbelt, his knuckles white, clenching his hand every once in a while from how sore it was. Maybe if he had accepted that he was entirely entranced by the idea of Y/N, maybe if he'd seen how she could light up any room she was in with her smile, maybe if he'd known that he'd fallen for her, this wouldn't have happened. But, alas, we don't all get what we want.

"Y/N, your stop. Have a lovely evening." The driver said, stopping in front of her apartment building as if he hadn't seen what had gone down just a few minutes prior.

"See you." Y/N said to Draco quietly, kicking herself for even addressing another word to him.

Surely what she felt for him, he felt for her, too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have defended her the way he did. The thing was - Y/N would've given anything just to know how he felt about her. Even if he didn't feel a way about her at all.

VII. AFTERMATH

She'd been cooped up in her apartment for a week now, only answering to her manager, asking him to cancel various appointments she had planned for the next few days.

A knock at the door was all she needed to distract her as she played Jenga with herself in her dining room.

"Who is it?" She called, pulling a wooden block out the side.

"Guess." Stephanie said, knocking on the door again. "Let me in. We must talk." She said, tapping her foot against the carpeted floor.

Y/N stayed quiet, pulling one more block out before the tower collapsed, making her jump slightly at the sudden noise.

She sighed, rolling her eyes and getting up to tend to the woman at the door. Stephanie smiled promptly and strutted in, a lattice basket in hand. "Come in, I guess." Y/N said before shutting the door behind her.

She sat down in the living room, crossing her legs before taking off her gloves, spreading out multiple magazines over Y/N's coffee table.

"And this is?" Y/N asked, pouring Stephanie a glass of champagne, her favorite.

Stephanie sat back, taking a sip before answering. "All the news publications that have written about you and Draco's "tragic breakup" since you decided your feelings are more important than your career." She said, watching Y/N pick up a random magazine and read the cover to herself. "Oh, this basket is for you, by the way, my dear." She said, placing her homemade care package on the ground as Y/N's eyes scanned the article on the trashy magazine cover.

"Did he really say this?" She said, defeated, holding up a copy of Celebrity Worldwide.

"SHE'S AN UGLY COW WHO CAN GO TO HELL!" CELEBRITY DRACO MALFOY SAYS ABOUT Y/N Y/L/N ON PG. 20.

Y/N glanced at the magazine cover once more before shaking her head to herself, tears dropping out of her eyes.

Stephanie pulled her close, letting Y/N cry into her shoulder as she tenderly stroked her hair - the way a mother would. "Of course not, dear." She said quietly, humming a tune. "But maybe he'll have a similar sentiment if you don't come out of this cave." She said, smiling at the small laugh that escaped Y/N's mouth.

Y/N looked into Stephanie's gray eyes, sitting up, as she unwrapped the care package to take out a frosted treat. "Cookie?" She asked guiltily, her mouth full.

Stephanie shook her head as she sighed before speaking. "Y/N - Draco's got a good heart. He may seem like he hates you, but trust that he's hurting. You need to talk to him. In the ten years, I've worked for him, I've never ever seen him like this. He's torn up. Eating cookies and drinking hot chocolate," She said, pointing to the empty pack of hot chocolate mix Y/N had on her dining table. "as soothing as it is, it isn't going to fix the issue at hand. You need to talk to him."

Y/N sighed, afraid of the thought of confronting the tall blond. "He's going to hate me."

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Come on." She smiled to herself, being reminded of Dusty. "He'd be crazy to hate you. And you'd be crazy not to notice how much he likes you." She said, making Y/N blush.

"I'll talk to him." Y/N said, shuffling through the rest of the contents of the gift basket Stephanie had made her. "Chocolate?"

VIII. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

The clouds loomed over California - an occurrence that felt a bit more depressing the longer Y/N and Draco were estranged.

Y/N stood in front of his door, mentally preparing herself for any possible outcome of this visit. She shut her eyes, cracking her neck, before knocking on the tall double doors that marked Draco's apartment.

Draco opened the door, shirtless, messy-haired, his sweatpants stained. He eyed Y/N, who looked like she'd just seen a ghost, up and down, taking in a sight he'd missed for as long as he'd been away from it. She nervously fiddled with a belt loop on her jeans as she gnawed down on her cheek - one of her nervous habits, Draco had noticed.

"Can we talk? Please?" She asked, searching for a glimmer of the same desire she held in her eyes for him.

Draco nodded, tilting his head towards the inside. "Come in." He said, closing the door behind him as they made their way onto his loveseat couch. Draco quickly put on a shirt to hide that he hadn't worked out in days.

The two stared at each other, heartbreak in their eyes, with neither of them knowing it. "I'm so sorry, Draco." Y/N said, feeling her face heat up. "I made you lose deals, your reputation lowered because of me, and I just-" Draco sat up quickly, pulling her in for a hug - the first sincere embrace they'd shared, despite being so affectionate in front of the public so many times.

"Don't cry." His low voice rumbled as he rubbed her back, attempting to soothe her as her arms wound tighter around his neck. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Y/N separated herself, fixing her hair behind her ears. "What?" She asked, her brow unconsciously raising itself in confusion.

"I wasn't being fair at all. This whole thing was blown way out of proportion by me, and I was being so stupid. And the truth is, I was really only kissing that girl in my trailer because… well, she looked like you. I don't," Draco sighed heavily, wondering if his apology was getting through to Y/N at all. "I don't deserve you as a fake girlfriend." He said, making Y/N laugh, shoving his arm.

The two smiled at each other in a light-hearted silence before Draco asked a question that'd been bothering him since they'd stopped speaking.

"So you didn't say all those things in the press?" He asked, hope evident in his blue eyes.

Y/N shook her head, remembering what foul things she'd apparently told J-14 magazine. "You know me better than that, Draco." She giggled at him, who was swiping fake sweat off his forehead. "You're not too bad, I don't think. I was wrong about you."

Draco smiled through his words as he spoke again. "You know, I never said you were an ugly cow or a clay-brained robot incapable of feeling."

Y/N's body sprung up as she looked at him in confusion. "I didn't read that last one."

"Ooh. Stay away from People magazine, then." He said quietly, making Y/N giggle again. "You're actually quite…" Draco looked at Y/N, her eyes slightly red, skin clear, and lips puffy from crying. "Beautiful."

The word caught Y/N by surprise. Talk show hosts and interviewers and fans had called her that before, but it had never made her so speechless the way it did when Draco said it. "Me?" She asked, pointing to herself.

"I don't see anybody else here." He said, eyeing her lips again.

Y/N smirked, subtly inching closer to Draco, although it didn't go unnoticed by him. "You're not so bad yourself, I suppose." She said quietly, gasping before Draco pulled her to his lips.

It started out soft and innocent. They'd kissed before, but never like this - never in privacy.

Her warm lips traced his soft ones as they glided across each other as if it were a dance.

Y/N giggled at the thought that she and he were really doing this. Draco chuckled, continuing to kiss her through the haze. Their noses bumped against each other the more into it they grew, Y/N's fingers pulling Draco's ends. Even when they'd finally pulled away to allow each other to breathe, Draco rested his forehead on hers, licking his lips before giving her one more kiss.

"I can't get enough of you." Draco whispered, panting against Y/N's mouth, the corners of her lips quirking upwards.

"Well, I'm right here." Y/N answered, having gained enough breath to continue their kiss, tasting subtle mint notes on Draco's tongue.

"I fell for you first." Draco bragged, feeling his body relax as if the world had no stress or worries.

"You did not." Y/N said as Draco began kissing down her neck.

"Did, too." He said, coming back up for just one more kiss.

IX. EPILOGUE

Draco babbled with one of Dusty and Stephanie's twins in his arms, making funny faces, trying to amuse the small boy. At the same time, his girlfriend, Y/N, answered a fan's question at a film promotion for their new movie together.

"His sense of humor." She answered, bouncing the other twin on her knee. The crowd smiled at the babies, their adorable chubby faces lighting up at the sight of the audience.

"Oh, one more question." The same person from the previous question said. "Draco, what was your favorite scene to film?"

Draco chuckled into the mic, letting the baby in his arms play with his rings. "That one's easy. The scene where Y/N wore a pregnancy belly." He said, feeling himself glow red as the audience let out "ooh's." "It's not- come on, it's not like that, guys!" He said, making the audience laugh. "It was just endearing to see her like that." He said, gawking at the pretty girl sitting next to him, who was looking at him with the same lovesick eyes. "Alright, alright, next question?" He said jokingly.

"This one's for Draco - um, what was the best part about working on the film?" A young girl asked, clearly nervous about speaking in front of such a large crowd.

"Probably being with my girlfriend all the time. I'm sorry, I know I'm making all these answers about her, I can't help it." A chorus of "aw's" escapes from the audience. Draco grins, nodding, as Y/N playfully shoves his arm.

It only takes one person in the crowd to say it before everyone else is influenced: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The audience said, each chant louder than the last.

"What do you say? Should we give the people what they want?" Draco smirked, covering their mics as the chants kept getting louder.

Y/N smiled, nodding as she closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but not before Draco covered the twins' eyes, their feet kicking to see what they were missing.

"No one I'd rather be with than you." Draco said, pecking her lips one more time, admiring his world.

"Ditto."

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Summary: You ask Peter to come over at midnight, complaining of a stomach ache. But when Peter takes your symptoms a little too seriously you have to tell him whats wrong. (Spoiler: it’s your period)

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‘Can you come over?’ is not a text that Peter wants to revive from you at 2 in the morning as he is laying down on his bed, mind already filled with dark thoughts that always seem to enter after a long patrol shift.

He quickly texted back an ‘omw’ and jumped out his window. Only wearing his mask and a nerdy science pun t-shirt with plaid pajama pants; a feeble attempt at hiding his identity, but with you involved he just wants to make sure you’re doing okay.

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LMAO ever-annoying boyfriend pretty much sums up James.

“I’ve got an idea, petal. If I win, you have to kiss me.”

clever mf

Watching your movements as if you created the stars and crafted the sun, watching as if you were a masterpiece sculpted by the gods.

SUMMER SUE YOU FOR MAKING ME TEAR UP. you know whats a masterpiece? THIS FIC. loved all of them but ofc remus has a special place in my heart.

New Years Tropes ¬ Marauders Preference

Plot - Individual blurbs about different New years tropes with each of the Marauders would go (not including Peter) {REQUESTED} I got carried away but HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVELIES <3

Genre - Fluff

James Potter ➥ New Year's Kiss

The grip of that calloused hand broke your focus of the conversation at hand, pulling the attention to the man gripping your forearm, James Potter, otherwise known as you ever-annoying boyfriend.

He mumbles a quick sorry to Diggory before pulling you towards the balcony. Groups of young adults littered throughout the Manor house, drinks flowing, and loud exclamations of New Years resolutions filled the air, as did the laughter that followed some of those resolutions.

“James, are you trying to pull my arm off my body?” Feet moving quickly beneath you as the clasp on your wrist stayed tight. “If I go into the New Year with no arm, I will hurt you.”

Breaking through the bustling bodies as the pair slowed to a stop, standing to overlook the sprawling gardens shining in the moonlight. Letting his hand falter as he turns to face you, a smile portraying his feeling of accomplishment.

“Well, my darling, I wasn’t planning on starting the New Year alone and I remember something about it being lucky to kiss the person you love at midnight.” Reaching to wrap a lone arm across your waist, pulling you against his chest. “And as you are the only one I could ever dream of kissing, I had to make sure you were with me at midnight.”

Distant chants of the countdown blurred behind the pair of you, feeling drunk in the hold of James’ adoring eyes. Taking in every second, every ounce of the atmosphere before deciding what you wanted the final words of the year to be.

3

“James, I love you more than anything”

2

“My darling, I’ll love you till the world stops spinning”

1

Sounds of cheers and fireworks filled the air, but all you could focus on was the feeling of his lips melding with yours. Creating fireworks of their own as your heart sung in happiness, moving closer as your arms hung around his neck. That sweet taste of champagne coloured the kiss, both of your emotions bubbling as if you were intoxicated by love rather than those flutes of bubbles.

“Promise that you will be my New Year’s kiss till we are old and grey?”

“I promise, but I can’t just kiss you on New Year’s. Need to get my fix daily.”

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Sirius Black ➥ Drunken Games

“Oh, enough with the talk, Black. Throw the ball”

The smirk that grew on his face at your remark should have worried you, but with the amount of alcohol coursing through your veins and the excitement pumping through the air, you found that smirk annoyingly hot.

“Sorry princess didn’t realise you were in such a rush to loose” His mob of admirers snickered and giggled at his stupid tease, but he couldn’t care less about them.

His eyes were firmly placed on you, his mouth was only responding if it was towards you, his heart was only beating to the sound of your tune. But he was still Sirius Black, still a playboy who couldn’t possibly be that taken with someone who didn’t fawn over him first.

Stalking towards you, ping-pong rolling between his fingers as he halts just inches away from your flushed figure. Had the music not been so loud, his pounding heart might have given his affection away, but you still hadn’t noticed over the sound of your own heart flooding your ears.

“I’ve got an idea, petal. If I win, you have to kiss me.”

The heat rose to your face at the idea, half of you wished for him to win but the other was spurred by the idea of competing. With the quirk of his eyebrow, he waited nervously for your answer, knowing that the motivation of a kiss from you was enough to fuel him for a year.

“Fine. But if I win, you have to be my personal servant for the first week of January”

If there was anything Sirius hated more, it was answering to someone else, and you knew that he would never agree to this condition. Except, you didn’t realise that he would already bend backwards for whatever you wanted.

Waltzing cockily back to his position at the end of the table as he raised his throwing hand, getting ready to end the game once and for all. Those stormy orbs locked with yours with an intensity that made your breath hitch as he confidently announced. “Deal”

As those syllables fell from his mouth, the ping-pong ball flew through the air before landing with a quiet splash in the cup resting perfectly in front of you. The delicate splash trickled onto your arm as you watched in astonishment, which soon turned to realisation.

Sirius had won, and now you had to kiss the gorgeous idiot.

Caught up in cheers and high-fives from those surrounding him as he turned to humiliate you more. “Well, Y/N, I think yo-“

Halting his sentence as your lips came crashing down onto his. Your hands gripping the fabric of his dress shirt, pulling him closer as the taste of firewhiskey engulfed your sense. For months you had imagined kissing the wizard, but your pride always talked you out of it, and now you wished that this stupid bet had happened sooner.

His shock quickly subsided as he cupped your gentle face with his tattooed hands, kissing you back with such vigour that it felt as if he was expressing every emotion he had saved up. Committing the taste of your lips to memory as his mind tries to catalogue the feelings you conjure up within him.

He broke away as air begged him to refill, and with plumped lips, he muttered. “Is now a bad time to tell you that I’ve wanted to do that since last New Years?”

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Remus Lupin ➥ New Year's Confession

The pulse of the party in the common room crept through the walls and into the dorms, sending light rumbles into the bedframe you were currently curled up against. Book in hand with the blankets pooling at your feet, whilst attempting to ring in the New Year your way.

It’s not as if you didn’t enjoy parties but New Years parties within the Gryffindor house were a bit too extreme for your liking. Bodies grinding against each other, Sirius Black trying to shout out jokes, and the younger years struggling to hold their drinks in. It wasn’t your scene, so you decided to welcome the New Year with a good book and plenty of comfort.

Although a part of you had wished to get a kiss at midnight, that part was buried beneath the knowledge that the brunette didn’t feel the way you did. Remus Lupin was a sight to behold and a mystery to solve. A close friend of yours since 2nd year and a hidden crush since 3rd, but he never felt the same and it was clear to see. So, to preserve your heart, you said nothing and tried to minimise any feelings you had for the young wizard.

Unbeknownst to you, that certain brunette wizard was pacing outside your door, trying to find the courage to knock. Lily had made him realise that New Years was the perfect time to reveal his feelings because if something went wrong, it could stay in the previous year, but she never mentioned how to overcome this fear.

How could he tell the person he’s been secretly in love with that he loved them? He couldn’t but he also had to. It was driving him insane to watch you laugh without being the one who caused it, or to see you sad and know that he can’t kiss the tears away. It hurt him to love you in private and a resolution of his was to hurt less.

Three knocks were his tell. Firm but gentle as he hit the thickness of the wooden door, only to be followed by a soft call of welcome.

“Escaping the party so soon, Remmy? I would have assumed you’d at least last till midnight”

Flopping onto your bed, snuggling the duvet underneath stomach as he rested on his elbows to face you. “Not a party without you. So, tell me about whatever fictional man kept you away from this party”

As you babbled on about the love interest in your latest read, rambling yourself away without any focus of the younger werewolf who hung to your every word. Watching your movements as if you created the stars and crafted the sun, watching as if you were a masterpiece sculpted by the gods. Anyone who have been able to notice that look of love in his eyes or the way his body fell calm at the sound of your voice.

A small alarm went off from the muggle watch that laid on your bedside, pulling you from your rant about how this character was better off without the protagonist and reminding of the time.

“Only 1 minute to midnight”

“Really? I swear it was only 11 o’clock two minutes ago.” His nerves crept up again but he steadied them as watched you place your book to the side and inch ever-so slightly closer to his figure. “I need to tell you something because if it goes wrong, I’d like to leave it in this year and never speak of it in the New Year, sound good?”

That hurried and firm tone was not something Remus often used with you, so gently you nodded and offered a comforting smile to assure him that nothing he could say would go wrong.

“I’m in love with you”

His announcement halted your breath and caused your heart to skip a beat, before increasing in speed tenfold. Tongue tied as he continued on with his confession, almost out of nerves rather than need for explanation.

“Since 2nd year, but back then it was just a little crush and I thought it would go away but no, it just grew. So, here I am in our 7th year and I am so in love with you it hurts. All I want is to hold you, kiss you and make you smile, but I can’t because I was afraid.” Sucking in a steady breath as he adds “If you don’t feel the same then please pretend I never said anything and when the clock strikes midnight, we go back to being friends because I can’t be without you even if it is just as friends.”

The distant chants of ‘Happy New Year’ were drowned by the heavy silence that hung between the pair, heart pounding in sync unknown to their owners. You inched forward as you reached for his scarred hand, clutching it as you spoke in a confident whisper.

“I love you too Remmy, always have.”

Feeling his body lunge forward to embrace you, an act of sheer joy at the love that had been confessed. Limbs tangled together as his face lay dangerously near yours, cheeks flushed at the sudden proximity.

You carefully leant forward to connect your lips. Placing a tender chaste kiss against the chapped softness of his own, yearning for that gentle intimacy of the man you loved but not wanting to be bold in your first affection.

“Happy New Year, Moony.”

“Happy New Year, my love.”

And with that, he pulled you back in for a kiss filled with the years of untold passion.

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THIS IS SO LOVELY

You are so Lovely to be Around

Summary: Draco being ridiculously in love with a Ravenclaw, and then confessing it in the end. That's it, that's the plot.

Warnings: Fluff. Simp!Draco. Ravenclaw!Reader. Idiots to lovers. Draco's a tall awkward idiot. Theodore comes between the two, so we don't like him in this fic.

a/n: first work of the year :3

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Ravenclaw are brilliant. Apart from Slytherin, it was perhaps the only bloody bearable house at Hogwarts. Ravenclaws. They're— astute; witty; smart. More brains in them than a skull could contain.

Draco had heard throughout the span of his life, the blemishes and fissures of all the other houses. Gryffidor's too 'dumb', Slytherin's too 'evil', Hufflepuff's too 'weak.'

Ravenclaw was flawless.

But— he'd never have known that they could be so lovely.

He'd known that they could be so faultless— perfected to the bone type of faultless to be precise.

Draco sat on the beige colored ground with Y/N beside him, her face buried in their current assignment.

It was November now. The sky was grey, and the hues muted and brown. The foliage of trees, grass, leaves were scattered over the ground— swayed away by the winds of winter as if it winter were death.

"Draco— you are a fool" She said, his attention turned away from the scenery, as he looked at her, her nose scrunched as though smelled something bitter.

"Why, Ravenclaw, do you make my heart rot?" Draco mimicked the words back sarcastically. She glared at him and shut the book down with a 'thud'.

"I give you heartache because, you are a complete idiot that forgot about the Runic Scripture essay!"

His eyes slightly widened, and hers flashed with annoyance. His eyebrows pinched and her hands rested across her chest. Her expression was amused and annoyed and slightly.... something he couldn't discern.

"I'll write it today. We still have a day, right?" She scoffed at that, picking up the remaining parchments, quills and inks.

"Well, It's going to take you all day, and I'm not helping! Good luck"

"Why are you mad though?" He bellowed in confusion, she didn't answer him as she picked up her bag and left the Black Lake.

His mouth twitched faintly at the corner as he followed close behind. "I'm not mad, just concerned. If you don't do your assignment properly, then I'll lose marks too" Her voice was calmer now, and she tucked a pencil behind her ear.

He just looked down at her. His head was above hers, and she had to tilt her head upwards in order to see his face properly.

Her eyes had changed colour as the weak winter sunlight flashed across her features.

She wasn't glowing in the sun. She was the sun. Her unrelenting radiance would be enough to blind a man.

You are so lovely to be around.

"What have I told you about staring at me like that?" Her voice was... different in a way. And he reminded himself that he hadn't had the privilege to adore her like that.

"I— sorry— I'll see you after the— essay"

Awkwardly, he turned onto his heel before she could say something. His stomach was corroded with butterflies, and he certain that his cheeks were bloomed red.

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Draco's hand was cramping by the time he'd finished his Runes essay. His hands were smeared with ink and he cleaned up the mess across his desk and himself with a quick Scourgify.

The Runes essay was merely just for extra credit. But Draco Malfoy was a simp for Y/N. And if she wanted that extra credit, then he'd make sure she gets it.

On some ocassions, he'd be scared that whatever it was that he felt— whatever she did to him, or his mind, or his heart, would constitute as more than just a crush.

He'd shove the thought away from his mind before he'd ruin his brain by overthinking it.

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Theodore Fucking Nott.

He was standing infront of her. A smile over his lips as he talked to her. He was probably using his shit charms on her.

Draco stayed at a distance, watching carefully and then clenching his fists as he adroitly tucked a strand of hair behind her ears. Then suddenly, his sharp green eyes fell onto Draco.

He was aware of Draco's fascination with her, which made it all better for him and all the worse for Draco.

Nott smirked at his before cupping her face. Her eyes were wide in horror as he then leaned down.

Theodore Nott was going to fucking kiss her.

Whatever possessiveness was within him came rushing to the surface and he immediately stepped out from the aclove— much to Theo's dismay.

"Y/N!" He called out, and she immediately pulled away from Theodore. Turning her head to him.

"Oh hey!" She chirped, her words a bit too rushed, but she seemed to look relieved.

"Malfoy" Said Nott in a bitter voice, his lips pressed into a painful forced smile, he did the same.

"Nott" he said, giving him a nod. His eyes were intent, the color and look in them like diamond. Hard enough to cut him.

"I did the Runes essay— I said I'd find you, after" His attention now to Y/N, he ignored Nott's lethal glare on him. In any other circumstance, he'd have ruined Theodore's dumb face, but he composed himself because of her.

"Right, great." Her eyebrows quirked, "I have to go now Theo."

Draco's arm found a home around her waist as he pulled her close, resting his head on top of hers. His molten mettalic eyes thundered mine.

"Bye then Nott" Draco smirked, walking her and himself away from him, all while discreetly pointing his middle finger at him.

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The next morning when they were in class submitting their essay, he found Y/N staring at him— the look was similar to how he stared at himself in the mirror. So, it was— adoring.

"What have I told you about looking at me like that?" Draco taunted, she blinked and looked away from him.

"Err— sorry, I didn't—" She inhaled sharply and looked at him again, "Thanks for yesterday"

"What did I do yesterday?"

"You uh, you interuppted Theo and I. I don't like him that way, and I didn't know what to tell him yesterday. I— like someone else"

"Oh" he said, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek. "Well, you're welcome, I'm happy to be a cockblock"

She snorted faintly and her mouth curved into a smile that only ever existed for him. "You're an idiot, Malfoy"

"That's why I have you, Ravenclaw"

Her laughter ringed through him and for a moment he thought as though that small laugh from her, stole his heart out of his chest.

She was so lovely to be around.

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'You have to tell her, you have to tell her' He repeated it through and through his mind.

While he was sauntering off to confess his feelings, Theodore bumped into him.

His green eyes were bitter, and Draco scoffed as he shoved him away. He almost lost her to Theo— he could lose her again.

He would tell her. He would tell her.

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His chest felt hollow and his mouth was burning as though he'd swallowed acid.

"What did you want to say?"

His arms were hanging limp as though he didn't know what to do with himself.

"We're friends right?"

"Somewhat yes"

"So and— fuck how do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Let me think, Y/N!"

She went silent. And then she smiled. She'd known about it for awhile. But she wanted him to come forth with it when he was ready.

"I know what you want to say?"

"You do?"

"I love you. Do you?"

His horrified but adoring eyes stared at her.

"I love me too— fuck I— I love you too"

The weak winter sunlight that creeped through his hair made the shades on him golden. He was almost too beautiful to look at.

Then, she wrapped her arms around his neck, raised her feet up— and kissed him.

He kissed her back ravenously. His hands tangled into his strands as he pulled her to himself. His tongue and teeth clashed with her.

She gasped against his mouth, and he bit down on her lips. His lips and his hands and his hold on her was possessive and obsessive.

When she finally pulled away to inhale, his mouth sucked onto her pulse-point. He craved her like oxygen.

"I love you" he spoke against her flawless skin, "I've always loved you, you're just so— you are so lovely to be around"

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Walls & Veils (Draco Malfoy x Reader): Vol.1 

Masterlist

Summary:

Monday to-do-list:

Coffee! Coffee! Coffeee

Go through pending reports

Eat that almond biscotti everyone is talking about

Draco Malfoy.  Focus. I mean, he is kinda hot

(Where Draco and the reader work for the ministry and communicate every day via “work reports” passed back and forth and have no idea they are actually talking to each other)

Genre: Fluff, workplace romance, enemies to lovers (ish) 

Warnings: none except some light swearing and mentions of food and one mention of scotch

Words: 2900

A/n: I wrote this for the Harry Potter Writing Event. Don’t forget to keep an eye out for stories written by other amazing writers. (Feedback and reblogs are always appreciated). Please note that the POV switches constantly in this but every switch is divided by “****” for your convenience. This is my first time writing a story set in the ministry, hopefully it worked out..

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“I don’t know, I’m not used to having a woman asking me every so often if I’m feeling okay or making breakfast for me,” you said with disinterest.

STOP i relate ty for making me cry. I so wanna disappear to another universe with loving parents pls

“Is that seat taken?” You asked amused and Peter almost fell off the building he was sitting in.

LMAO you go girl

“It’s like electricity,” he observed. You frowned a bit without understanding his comment “Yes, and you are like a conductor. You offer low resistance to the movement of an electrical charge, which allows the energy to spread in you”

SO LIKE PETER TO CHANGE EVERYTHING TO SCIENCE, SHUT UP YOU ADORABLE CUTE BOY.

“It will be like magic”

*cue me crying*

so far my favorite part of the series jgaskada

Failed spells [P.P] part 3

Andrew Garfield!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 4.3k

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A/N: I hope you like it, I wanted yo address various perspectives and lay the groundwork for the romantic parte begin (At least I hope so) un later chapters. Hope it's not boring, I'm really excited to talk about magic and stuff, but if you want a little more action, tell me in the comments!

You were walking down the school hallway, with your books taped to your chest, looking for the locker number that you had written down on a sheet of paper. Your mind was still wandering a bit in the memories of the previous afternoon, pondering if it had been a good plan that you were carrying out.

"Ok, I need a quick review of all this because it's too much to take in" Gwen had said, doing those movements with her hands that you had already learned.

It had been quite a while since you had used your powers to keep them in the room and after conjuring a few more things the two of them seemed satisfied enough to pay attention to you. And once you had their attention, you talked about the thousand things that were different from your universe.

"Yeah, I too got a bit lost somewhere in the story," Peter admitted. He didn't see you the same way anymore now that he knew you weren't his girlfriend.

“Okay, here it goes again. My name is Y/N Y/L/N, I am a student of the mystical arts and was raised in recent years by a man named Stephen Strange after my parents were killed in an accident related to the Avengers. The Avengers are the most powerful heroes on the planet and among all their threats they had to face a purple alien named Thanos who disappeared half of the existing population. Strange and I helped a bit, but we were both missing for five years. Another of the people who helped the Avengers is named Peter Parker and he is my best friend. Yesterday Peter and I were drinking and apparently, I screwed up a spell that works to travel between dimensions and realities. I hit my head and, in the morning, I woke up here. Now I don't know how to go back or where to go since apparently Strange doesn’t exist and where our sanctuary is supposed to be there is a Chinese food restaurant” you took a breath, exhausted by everything you had just said, and then you observed them “Any questions?"

There were many questions, both from her and from him, and of course, you also asked many things about the life you had. You knew nothing about your parents, about your brother, not even about the two of them, and you thought it was essential to continue in that world at least until you knew how to fix the mess you had caused or until Strange found you.

"And why don't you try to do the spell again, but now with this Peter?"

"Although it is a very intelligent idea, those are skills that I don’t master and I am worried about ending up in another place worse than this one" you had responded to her, feeling worried about how little by little you were discarding possibilities "And as much as I try to make a return portal, I only manage to go to places within this same universe”

So, after hours of talking, the easiest thing was to agree that Gwen would help you with questions about the school and Peter would take care of the family matter. They would practically teach you about your own life.

"I found you damn it!" you said victoriously when the locker number matched the one Gwen had written to you. You placed the combination and once opened you noticed that it was full of things that you did not know. There were books (not school), a change of clothes and decorating the door was a picture of you with Peter. It was strange to see so many things about your courtship and that at the same time he was a stranger. You wondered what Y/N (Peter's real girlfriend) would be like and felt a bit sorry after imagining that you wouldn't be anything like her. Judging from the photographs, you realized that this girl was very loving, feminine, and much more serene than you. Most were characteristics that you didn’t have because apparently, she never had to worry about any problem in her life and it was obvious that you did. It was strange that you were so physically identical, but too far removed from any emotional similarity.

"Hey, Y/N," they said behind you, making you jump with fright "Sorry, I didn't want to scare you"

"Okay, it wasn't your fault" you replied once you turned around. That day Peter was wearing the same army green jacket, but now with a strangely patterned black T-shirt. Also, a camera hung around his neck "How are you?"

"I come to ask you the same thing" he smiled at you, a little shy "Have you had problems with something?"

"I had a problem with my locker, but now everything is in order" you replied, nodding slightly and trying to sound friendly. You were wearing a sweatshirt that you had borrowed from Peter a long time ago, but when you saw you, he didn't have the strength to tell you about it and he just enjoyed your image wearing his clothes. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"I hope it's not any more surprises," he exclaimed jokingly, although he was genuinely concerned about what you were about to say.

"Me too," you said, giving a nervous laugh "It might sound strange, but I want to ask you if you are here too..." You looked both ways, hoping not to be heard by anyone, and then you leaned closer in their direction. Even though you had been at that distance thousands of times, he couldn't help but feel nervous "if you are Spiderman" you whispered and you instantly saw the boy turn the color of a sheet of paper.

"How do you know that?" he asked, his voice an octave higher than normal, giving himself away completely.

"Oh, what a relief," you said, now out loud, while holding your chest "I didn't say it yesterday because I didn't know if Gwen knew, but at least now I know that you are almost the same Peter Parker from my universe”

"What are you talking about? Is your Peter a superhero too?”

"Yes. You didn't think we took him to fight Thanos because of his pretty face, did you?” you joked and he couldn't help laughing softly. His laugh was very pretty and contagious, so much so that he made you forget for a second that you didn't belong there. Peter, on his part, was surprised to see that you had that sense of humor because in your relationship he was always the funny one.

"Yeah, it's just that... well, I didn't think he was Spiderman too."

“Yes, but don't be overwhelmed thinking about that. I won't tell anyone” you assured him “I'm just saying that if you need something from hero to sorceress you can tell me and I'll be ready. After all, I don't know anyone here and it won't hurt to stretch my legs, right?” you told him and he nodded at your proposal. Another difference was that you did not know that facet of his life and although he had wanted to tell you, he never found the right moment. So, the fact that that had changed from one moment to the next felt liberating in a way. Not even Aunt May knew about it, which left no one with whom he could talk about it or whom he could ask for help.

You heard the sound of the doorbell flooding your ears and you slammed the locker shut, desperately searching for your schedule.

"We have math" Peter commented before you finished looking for the day and time on the horrible photocopy that had been given to you in the office "Today you share almost all the classes with me"

"Oh, that's fantastic" you replied, sincerely grateful "Is there a problem if I'm with you during the day? I mean, I'll be with you in class, but you know what I mean”

"Well considering that we are supposed to be a couple, it wouldn’t be very strange" he commented vaguely and your smile fell immediately.

"We haven't talked about that yet, have we?" you said, a little sorry you forgot. He denied your question and you caught a glimpse of discomfort on his face.

"Well, I suppose that if you aren’t my Y/N you are not obliged to continue being my girlfriend" he commented, scratching the back of his neck. That was a habit that you would soon get used to. "Will we have to make a kind of… pause? while you can return to your world”

"Yes, I think it's for the best," you exclaimed immediately. You were a little worried about having to continue in a relationship that you didn't even know you had. "I'm so sorry, but I promise you that I'll be leaving soon and the prettiest Y/N will come back with you," you said, waiting to reassure him, receiving one of his smiles. as a reply.

"Now what we have to do is go to class"

"Yes, yes, I know," you murmured, as you slammed the locker shut and encouraged him to lead you to the classroom. You could still feel a bit of tension in the environment, but you expected it to disappear with time. You started walking down the hall, following in his footsteps, and you felt a kind of familiarity in that act as if you had done it your whole life “You know? I'm good at math.”

"No way"

"It's true!" you insisted, a little offended that he doubted your abilities, but also excited by the thought that you were smarter than... well, than you "And I suppose you like photography."

"Yes, I take some photos for the school newspaper," he replied, showing you his camera.

"Really?" you answered incredulously "In my world, we don't even have a newspaper. Although well, we have a news program...” you began to tell him. And to be honest, you wish the walk to the classroom had been a little longer than usual.

"There's really nothing we can do?"

"Kid, if there was something to do, do you think I wouldn't have done it already?" Strange asked, quite annoyed.

It had been two days since you had disappeared and, unfortunately for both men, Peter barely remembered what had happened or the spell you had tried to cast, forcing Stephen to walk blindly down the road.

"Do you think she escaped?"

"Please, she is a rebellious teenager but she isn’t stupid" he replied. It wasn't his favorite activity to talk to people your age and now he had Peter almost every hour of the day asking if he had found your whereabouts “Well she's stupid but not like that. Most likely, she tried to cast a spell that she has not yet mastered and ended up causing a completely different result. This results in more trouble finding where the hell she is.”

"But she will come back, right?"

“If she carried her sling ring with her when she disappeared, she will eventually come back. If not, we'll have to put 'lost dog' signs all over the place,” said the man, with a snort. On many occasions I had had to save you from your nonsense, but this already sounded like something more serious "I already tried to locate her with one of the hairs that I took from her brush, but the spell always fails when she is about to finish"

"Then?"

“Then nothing, Peter. You have to wait until I can think of a way to locate her or until she returns on her own account "

"And that's it? Isn't there a spell or a book? Can't we track her cell phone or something? My friend Ned is good with computers and…” Peter was suddenly silent when he saw the expression of the man in front of him as if he was about to throw him out the window “I guess you want me to go”

"You are very perceptive" smiled Strange, shortly before his cape flew to the door and opened it "And the thousandth time, although I appreciate your visits very much, I suggest you come back until I call you and tell you that I have some useful information or until Y/N be back in the sanctuary”

“Okay, Miste—Doctor Strange. Call me as soon as you know something, okay?” he said, but his words were interrupted by the sound of the door closing.

The man sighed and slumped back against a chair, changing his previous expression to a slightly more concerned one. If you had been there, you would have even made fun of him.

"Y/N" he whispered, his gaze fixed on one corner of the room. There was a chair and there rested one of your favorite sweaters. It was burgundy and you had always used it to imitate the wizard's clothing, which secretly amused him. "Now how the hell am I going to find you?"

As soon as you finished school hours, you ran to the antique store that you had found on the internet, hoping to find some of the relics you had in the sanctuary, a book, or even decoration that could be useful for your mission to return.

In the day, you had also thought of visiting the nearest libraries to do as much research as possible on the concept of the multiverse, the travels through it, and the proofs of its existence, even considering asking Peter for a little help in that regard. You discovered that he was very intelligent and passionate about science, which was beneficial for the situation you were in.

When you finally reached your destination, you smiled hugely, because the place was bigger and messier than you expected. It was dusty too, but not everything could be perfect. You were attended by an old man with the face of a few friends who grumbled every time you asked the price of an item and who took advantage of each distraction to fall asleep.

You spent more than an hour walking around the place waiting to look for something worthwhile and when you were about to surrender a box containing some clothes fell behind you. You thought it was all a simple accident, but when you picked it up you could see that it was a dark blue uniform, identical to those used in Kamar-Taj for training.

"Almost like a work of destiny," you said with a satisfied smile. You imagined that a sanctuary had never existed (or if it did exist, it had been dismantled) things had ended up in ugly antique stores.

You were happy to have found the uniform that apparently was your size, but when you looked at the price tag and you almost had a heart attack. It was more money than you could afford, and you honestly didn't feel confident enough with your new parents to ask them for anything. You looked both ways to verify that no one was there and with a bit of guilt you opened a small portal to your closet, throwing said object for him.

Then you said goodbye with a smile to the grumpy old man, ran to the closest alley, and opened a portal discreet enough to jump into it and appear a few streets from your house. When you knocked on the door, you were greeted by your mother's frown and a thousand questions about where you had been, followed by a scolding.

You didn't think it would be more difficult to deal with family problems than traveling through the multiverse.

"Y/N, I think I have an idea," Gwen said in your direction, with a huge smile. You, her, and Peter had snuck into the city library for an hour off to find a useful book. Although you had insisted that their company wasn’t necessary, they both ignored and accompanied you anyway, so you did not know how to feel "You should ask Spiderman for help" he muttered and you saw Peter almost choke on his own saliva.

"What did you say Gwen?" he asked, trying to cough in the quietest way possible.

“Yes, he is a superhero, after all, right? He must know how to help with these things.”

"Who is Spiderman?" you asked pretending innocence and she opened her mouth in surprise.

"You don't know him?"

"I think I saw it on the news yesterday, but in my world, we don't have one of those" you lied. You could feel Peter's gaze, but you didn't want to turn to him because you knew that would give you away.

“He's a superhero from New York. The only one really "

“Oh, it is fantastic. And how do I contact you? Do I need to jump off a bridge for him to save me or something?” you asked funny. Peter bit back a smile and just lowered his gaze.

“Well, if you manage to see him at some point, you could ask to speak to him. If you want, we can go out this afternoon and…”

"I can't" you interrupted her. They both looked at you confused "I'm grounded or something like that"

"Grounded?"

"Yes, these parents seem to be the kind who get angry if you come home late" you laughed, remembering your mother's words about the dangers that could be in the streets "I would even say they care about me"

"Sure they care about you," Gwen said seriously, but you shrugged "Why did you think they wouldn't?"

"I don't know, I'm not used to having a woman asking me every so often if I'm feeling okay or making breakfast for me," you said with disinterest. And it was true because as I had mentioned before, you got to feel a bit suffocated by receiving so much attention. You hated Gwen a bit because of the pity that crept into her gaze as if she saw a little girl who didn't know love “But back to the topic, if I see that Spiderman out there, I'll try to talk to him. Maybe he'll agree to give me a job” you joked and you finally looked at Peter, who had a playful expression. The chemistry you had developed between the two was curious as to if there really was some kind of relationship between the two of you. "I think I'll take these books from here and study them at home, I can't go anywhere anyway"

"I will try to find out if Oscorp has done a related experiment"

"Oscorp?"

"It is a company specialized in the defense arms industry, Harry's father is the owner and Gwen works there," Peter told you.

"Yes, but they don't only specialize in weapons and stuff, sometimes they do different experiments" she added "I know it's not very related, but at least we have to try," she said and you just nodded, grateful for the help that could represent. You grabbed the books on the table, ready to go back to school, and took advantage of an oversight by the librarian to open a portal the three of you walked through.

In fact, both Peter and Gwen enjoyed benefits like that, which came with the new you.

"Is that seat taken?" You asked amused and Peter almost fell off the building he was sitting in. You couldn't see his face because his mask covered him, but you still imagined him smiling.

"What are you doing here?"

"Well, it's a shame, but this superhero has only been swung by the New York that you have in front of you," he replied, shrugging. The air was cold from the Empire State building, but the view was totally beautiful "How did you find me?"

"You know, I'm lost in the multiverse and a friend told me that maybe the friendly neighborhood Spiderman could help me," you replied, taking a seat next to her. After thoroughly washing the uniform that you had stolen bought from the store, you had taken the liberty of adjusting it in some parts and now it fits you perfectly. The sling ring hung from your belt and you had put on some boots that you found stored in a box. He observed you from head to toe and surprised you by your appearance because he never imagined seeing you dressed that way.

"Oh, you know, with my magic," you said, slightly proud. The truth was, you hadn't been able to close your eye at night and you thought that maybe spending time with him would help you calm down. After all your Peter was so good at it, why would he be any different?

"Since you arrived, I have wanted to ask you: how does he work?" he exclaimed, curious, while he lifted his mask and gave you a view of his pretty face. "That of your magic" he clarified. She was in the presence of what he could call a witch and the nerdy side of him had come to light.

“It’s not that complicated. The magic I have used is called Eldritch and it consists of extracting energy from different dimensions and then manipulating it into physical forms. There is a lot of this energy in the environment and you just have to train your mind so that it can vibrate at the same frequency.”

"It's like electricity," he observed. You frowned a bit without understanding his comment “Yes, and you are like a conductor. You offer low resistance to the movement of an electrical charge, which allows the energy to spread in you”

"What a precise analogy" you replied, with a smile. That boy was really smart.

"So, it's more science than magic"

"It's a bit of both" you exclaimed, watching the boy closely. Your fingers traveled up to your belt to play with your ring, which you always did when you were nervous “What about you? How did you start being Spiderman? "

“I was bitten by a spider in the Oscorp labs. I accidentally got into an area where they were working on the genetic crossing of species and… well it seemed to work,” he joked, followed by a contagious giggle.

Your feet were dangling from the building and your bodies were close to each other. Too close for friendship, but still too far for love to exist.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" you asked, after a good period of silence.

"No" he just answered. You hugged yourself to protect yourself from the cold and to feel a little comfort from the thoughts that had hovered in your head.

"A while ago I talked to you about my parents, I was thinking about one thing" you began and for some reason, you felt the need to look away "And that is that I know absolutely nothing about them. I don't know what they like, I don't know what they dislike, I don't understand their jokes even though it's supposed to be something I should know. I hardly talk to that boy who lives in my house, who I am supposed to love. I don't know anything about Gwen, I still don't know the blond boy in the picture...”

"Harry?"

"Yes, Harry. Look, what I mean is that there are a lot of people in my life that I should understand and I honestly don't. So I'm afraid of hurting them in some way because I know that when she comes back she will have to fix the mess I left behind. And the plan to go home is not going the way I expected. I know it's just my second day here, but if I'm honest I was hoping I was gone by this point. By God, I don't even know basic things about myself, how am I supposed to be able to maintain this charade?” you whispered and were silent, staring at the small lights of the condos below you. After sighing, you continued "And then there is you, of course" you exclaimed, meeting your eyes with his. They were the most tender and profound you had ever seen. “That I know everything about you and at the same time, I know nothing. And that terrifies me”

You were quiet for a bit, lost in that glow that reflected her gaze and already feeling the anticipated regret of having been sincere with him. At some point in the silence, you felt his gloved hand take yours and his voice brought you back to reality.

"Then I guess I'll help you understand this world" he replied sweetly. You couldn't have imagined better words for that moment and that simple sentence was enough to make the anxiety in your body dissipate. The words you had said at the end were ringing like bells inside Peter's head and for a second, he felt terrified as well.

I know everything about you and at the same time, I know nothing.

"It will be like magic" he exclaimed, seeking to encourage you "You need your mind, but you also need this" carefully pointed to your chest, where your heart should be "The energy flows within you and you transform it into something of your own. So, you will have to adapt to this sudden change in the same way. But with the difference that you will have me here to help you. This time, I'll be like your conductor” he finished. You smiled, a little calmer, and gave a friendly squeeze on his hand as a silent thanks.

You reflected for a moment and came to the conclusion that even though you were trapped there, the outlook didn't look so dire when you held Peter Parker's hand.

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