Lost & Found [d.m]

lost & found [d.m]

word count: 1.3k

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

warnings: n/a

a/n: italicized text = flashback :)

request: the request got deleted, but here’s a cuddly draco fic where the reader always loses their wand for anon!

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“oh please not again..” you mumbled, glancing awkwardly around the common room. if they’d found out you lost your wand, surely you’d be given many looks of disappointment by your housemates. you see, you weren’t exactly the most organized person, and with that came many lost objects over time. 

parchments with finished essays left in the library, articles of clothing disappearing and reappearing frequently, and your biggest issue; misplacing objects. you were known by the school as (debatably) the most unorganized student in all of hogwarts, though you argued that was an exaggeration. 

however, there was one object in particular you were notorious for losing, and that was your wand. you could recall several situations in which you’d lost it; it was seemingly a daily occurrence at this point.

looking back a few weeks, to a particularly early morning on which you were feeling extra sleepy. you splashed some water gently on your face in hopes of some refreshment, though it didn't help nearly as much as you’d hoped. 

nonetheless, you still had classes to attend, and groaning quietly, you proceeded to get dressed and grab your wand. plopping down on the black sleek sofa, you awaited your boyfriend’s arrival. 

you were half asleep when he walked in, tapping you lightly on the shoulder. you smiled at him sleepily and got up to leave with him, when he paused and looked at you wish an amused smirk. 

“forgetting something?” you frowned, looking around and shrugging at your boyfriend, who only laughed in return. he reached over the sofa, picking up your wand and dangling it in front of your face, watching you pout and snatch it back. 

“let’s just go get some breakfast, yeah?” nodding, you took his hand in yours and allowed him to pull you out of the common room.

you’d wished that was the only time you lost your wand. another instance only took place two days prior.

you were hard at work in the library after a long day of classes. you’d been sitting with draco and blaise, all three of you attempting to get ahead on some homework for various classes. 

you’d promised to meet up with pansy before dinner, so politely excusing yourself, you left the boys and headed to your common room to find your friend. it was only when the two of you had decided to head to the great hall that you’d noticed the absence of your wand. 

you weren’t too worried about it, considering your mind was focused on the food awaiting you. when you’d arrived, your boyfriend carried that same knowing smirk on his face, and instantly you knew what it meant. 

“darling, it’s a miracle you haven’t fully lost your wand by now.” he said, shaking his head as he placed your wand next to you. 

you turned bright red, as all your friends nodded in agreement. “shut up! i’ll take better care of it, just you wait!”

you’d done well since the last incident; ever since you’d made the pledge to take more caution with your wand, you’d done exactly that. not because you particularly cared, but more so you were tired of being teased by draco and your friends because of it. your wand had been kept in your sight constantly for the past two days, that was, until now.

it was a casual evening in the slytherin common room, but after a particularly eventful quidditch match, there happened to be some students lingering in the room longer than usual. “just my luck.” you grumbled. 

you’d been so proud of yourself, but knowing you, it was bound to happen sooner or later. you’d just hoped it would’ve lasted longer, or at least happened when it wasn’t so busy and where everyone would know you’ve lost it again. 

but here you were, and unfortunately for you, the last person you wanted to be present, was sitting casually with his arms stretched out along the back of the sofa next to you.

you did your best to unnoticeably shuffle around the room, slowly making your way over to the sofas, discreetly glancing around the room in hopes of catching a glimpse of your wand. much to your dismay, it was nowhere to be seen. you nearly went back up to your dorm to search there (for the third time), when your boyfriend called you over. 

“y/n, come sit!” his tone was light, though there was another meaning behind his speech. you casually made your way over, trying not to give away the fact you’d somehow managed to lose your wand for seemingly the millionth time.

draco wore his usual smirk on his perfectly sculpted face, though there was a hint of a look you couldn’t figure out. you sat down next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder while he wrapped an arm around you, you trying to act as if nothing were wrong. your friends continued on with their conversation as you cuddled up to your boyfriend, everyone unphased by your actions. 

you could tell draco was dying to tell you something, though he didn’t mention anything. you let it go, assuming he’d tell you when the two of you were alone. you stayed like this for awhile, simply listening as your friends chatted away, drifting off on your boyfriend’s shoulder. 

you felt yourself being gently shaken awake, blinking your eyes in a feeble attempt to adjust to the warm light being reflected from the fire in the room. “y/n, wake up.” 

you groaned, rubbing your eyes and looking up at draco, who you quickly realized was the only person left in the room. you smiled sleepily at him, sitting up to face him. he smiled at you, “you should head to bed.” he said lovingly, brushing a strand of hair out of your face.

you nodded, leaning over to give him a quick kiss on the lips before standing up, stretching your arms and stepping towards the girls’ dorms. “y/n?” draco called, you letting out a small hum in acknowledgment and turning to face him, only to see him smirking evilly. 

“what is it, draco?” you sighed, an expectant expression on your face. he laughed at your figure, finding your sleepy state quite adorable. 

“have you.. lost anything recently?” he asked, watching your expression drop into one of shock. 

“n-no?” you stuttered, clearly taken aback by his accusation. with that same knowing smirk, (which you were really growing to hate) he pulled your wand out of his back pocket. 

“are you sure about that, my love?” 

you pouted, reaching out for your wand, but before you could snatch it back, draco wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into him and kissing you, quickly but passionately. 

“you’re so cute when you pout, you know that?” you looked at him, fighting the smile trying to sneak its way onto your face as best you could. you allowed him to pull you into a tight hug, leaning your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat in a slow and steady rhythm. 

“it’s a good thing i keep you around, merlin knows where my wand would be without you.” you murmured, feeling his chest vibrate with his laughter. 

“don’t you worry y/n. for as long as you’ll keep me, i’ll make sure whatever you lose, whether it be your wand or something else, will always be found.” with a last kiss and goodnight, you went your separate ways and as you fell asleep that night, you couldn’t help but think how lucky you were to have someone like draco to keep balance in your life. 

and you definitely didn’t plan on letting him go anytime soon.

the boy on the train [p.p]

word count: 1.4k

pairing: peter pevensie x reader

warnings: TRIGGER: anixety, anxiety attacks. please do not read if you are not comfortable with the following.

disclaimer: this is not in any way 100% accurate to an attack, everyone is different and this is mostly based off of personal experience. please know you’re never alone and you are so loved. <3

a/n: first narnia imagine, please let me know what you think in asks/replies. any feedback is appreciated!

request: maybe, if you're comfortable, Peter from Narnia with an s/o that has really bad social anxiety and/or anxiety in general?

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[ TRIGGER WARNING: ANXIETY ]

the train station was your least favourite place. you were never one for crowds, and especially not one for socialization. you wished dearly you could be like others, speak out and make friends with the children at your stops who rode the train next to you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. 

the overwhelming nature of your anxiety steered you away from any interactions with anyone you weren’t well acquainted with, and there were not many of those people. instead, it became routine to keep your head low, fidgeting quietly with your hands in an attempt to avoid human contact until you arrive at your stop. it wasn’t ideal, and it wasn’t pleasant, but it worked all the same.

it had been a long day at school, with exams just around the corner you decided to stay a bit later to speak one-on-one with your maths teacher. you didn’t exactly excel in the subject, but you definitely could not find it in yourself to ask questions during class. 

the sole thought of speaking out brought a wave of nausea to wash over you, and you swallowed the lump in your throat. you rather opted to wrote down your ‘stupid’ questions, and saved them for the end of the day when all the students had cleared out. 

you hadn’t realized just how long it was going to take however, as it was now nearly time for your regular train home to depart, and the next wouldn’t come for another hour. you briskly thanked your teacher and rushed to your locker, throwing books and pens in your bag hurriedly before zipping it up, slamming the door and practically throwing yourself outside, running as fast as you could to the nearest station, silently praying you wouldn’t miss your one-way home. you quickly descended the stairs, muttering some small “sorry”s and “excuse me!”s. 

you just barely slid through the closing doors, a relieved sigh escaping your lips. your relief only lasted a matter of seconds, however, because your whole ‘scene’ had managed to attract the attention of most of the cart, and you suddenly felt very aware of their eyes on you. you stood frozen, like a deer caught in the headlights, as tears sprung to your eyes and fear suddenly consumed you. you felt like you were drowning. 

you shrunk down, turning your back to the sea of students watching and hopelessly attempting to focus on your breathing, eyes screwed shut. ‘it’s fine. you’re fine.’ you repeated in your head, trying to calm down.

a tap on your shoulder had you tense up, shooting straight up and turning to see a boy standing before you, concern lacing his features. his eyes grew wider as he saw you in your full state, gently taking hold of both your hands, pulling your attention to him. “hey, hey. it’s alright. look at me.” 

instead, your gaze dropped to the ground, thoughts of how embarrassing this was rushing through your head. “look at me.” he repeated, firmly. you did as you were told, tears now freely running down your cheeks and your body shaking visibly. 

his gaze was soft, calming; but it was intently on you, and you only. “breathe with me.” he coached, and you tried your best to follow his movements. it took a few minutes, him soothingly coaching you through your pain and slowly, but surely, you felt your breath evening out and bit your lip, trying to halt your crying. 

he reached into his jacket, pulling out a handkerchief and offering to you, which you gladly accepted, wiping your tears. the two of you stood in silence for a few moments as you cleaned yourself up, him waiting patiently for you to collect yourself.

you finally sniffled, looking up properly at your hero. he wasn’t super tall, but was taller than you with beautiful golden hair, and soft blue eyes. his eyebrows were furrowed into an expression of concern, and his lips were pursed. 

he looked about your age, you decided, and you swallowed hard. this man was absolutely gorgeous, and he was kind; he took time out of his day to help you through an attack. you were speechless in every way.

you stared for a moment, realizing your actions and moving your gaze to the floor, a sudden heat rising to your cheeks. “are you alright?” he spoke softly, and looking up at his dazzling blue orbs, you shot him a very forced smile. 

“yeah?” you tried to answer, but it came out as more of a question, and the crack in your voice said it all. his frown deepened, and instead of looking at him, your eyes danced around at all the unwanted eyes watching you, and you shrunk more into yourself. 

the boy seemed to take notice of this, and his gaze followed yours, seeing all eyes on you. he clenched his hands into fists, surprising you. “oi, mind your business would ya?” he yelled, and in turn some murmurs were heard, before quickly, the regular sound of chatter seemed to bounce through the train and all attention from you was gone. well, almost all attention. the boy in front of you still watched you as though you were made of porcelain and could break at any given moment. 

you finally felt the constricting feeling in your lungs lessen, and you looked up to your savior, his gaze intently focused on you. “thank you.” you managed, your voice quiet in contrast to the loud chatter around you, but it made the boy smile. god, his smile was even more beautiful than you would’ve thought. 

“don’t thank me, i was only doing what was right. i’m peter, by the way.” he stuck out his hand politely, and hesitating, you reached out for it, shaking it. 

“y/n.” maybe it was the way you were entranced by his appearance, or maybe it was the way he helped you, no questions asked, when he hadn’t even known your name. you couldn’t explain it, but this boy made you feel warm, almost safe. 

you weren’t used to talking to anyone, let alone a complete stranger on the train, but there was something about him that made you want to open up to him, to get to know him. 

“so, are you alright, really?” he asked, after a moment’s silence. you thought about it, and you suddenly realized since he’d found you, you hadn’t done any of the regular ticks to distract your mind of your anxiety; hair pulling, hand fidgeting, nothing. your features lit up into a proud smile, and you beamed up at peter. 

“yes, actually. i think i am.” he looked a little bit confused, but smiled nonetheless, proud that he was able to comfort you. 

you two chatted on for a little bit longer, before he looked behind him and saw three people looking expectantly at him, standing by the doors. the train slowed to a stop, and he sighed. 

“this is my stop, i’m afraid.” you frowned at this; you didn’t want your time to end. he smiled reassuringly, “i’ll see you tomorrow, i hope?” he asked hopefully, but you heard a slight nerve to his voice, and you saw the three behind him burst into a fit of giggles. 

his face reddened, and you mimicked his reassuring expression. “i’d love that.” you muttered, and with that, he waved. slipping off the train, who you would later find out to be his siblings, followed him in tow. 

the loss of his presence brought back a sudden overwhelming feeling, but you closed your eyes, picturing peter and repeating his comforting words in your head, and you felt the tension in your muscles relax. 

you were the next stop, you could make it. you found yourself lost in thought, and before you knew it, you were stepping off the station, head facing the ground, and making your way back to your house. 

the next day, you faced the same anxious feeling suffocating you as you sat with your head leaning against the window, your bag tucked neatly under your seat. it was only when the doors to the next station opened, that your gaze turned, your eyes meeting with his beautifully blue ones. smiles illuminated both your faces, and your worry was suddenly forgotten. 

and just like that, you found yourself sitting with the boy every day and night on the train, and very quickly you learned, you didn’t actually hate taking the train nearly as much as you once thought.

the bet [d.m]

word count: 1.4k

pairing: draco malfoy x female hufflepuff!reader

warnings: underage drinking, implied smut 

a/n: this is much more mature than my other pieces, but i got this idea and felt inspired again. would you want me to continue this as a series? let me know in the request box!!

requested: n/a

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the music blared throughout the hufflepuff common room, the usual homey vibe long gone with the flowing of the various drinks being passed around the room. the glow of different colored lights flashed across the walls, creating an uplifting atmosphere. everyone was in a good mood, so it seemed. a rare occasion, but surprisingly, it did happen.

it was the start of your 5th year, and the first quidditch match had just taken place. ravenclaw and hufflepuff, a (somewhat) fair game and for once, it was a peaceful start to the year. ravenclaw had won, unsurprisingly, but your house was notorious for being good sports and not caring too much about a loss. 

it was nice to win, but your morals were more than competition. in turn, due to your house’s nature, it was your turn to host the first post-quidditch party of the year.

ties of all colors could be seen among the crowd, the room packed full of anyone who caught word of the evening’s party. you swore the common room must’ve grown two sizes to fit all these people. you stood silently with ernie, red solo cup in hand, laying against the wall in a far corner.

parties weren’t your thing, but you knew trying to leave was useless for a number of reasons; ernie was your best friend and would never allow it, it was far too loud to sleep, and even so, you knew your roommates were likely having different sorts of fun in your room. the thought caused you to grimace, tuning back into ernie’s judgments as he insulted the students from other houses scattered around the room.

meanwhile, somewhere in the crowd, draco malfoy and blaise zabini were slouched on a couch, their arms slung around some girls they couldn’t be bothered to know the names of. 

the two chatted carelessly, one too many drinks flowing through their systems. out of nowhere, theodore nott joined into the conversation, and it took quite a turn.

“draco, you’ve been slacking recently. you chose parkinson, for some unknown reason. you’ve gone for the easiest girl in all of hogwarts, she practically drools over your presence!” he exaggerates, and blaise didn’t even bother trying to stifle his laughter.

“pardon me? you think i’m interested in pansy?” draco asked, eyebrow quirked in curiosity, and mild disgust.

“i never said you were interested in her, mate. you just let her do whatever she pleases with you. why don’t you get yourself a real girl?” theo pushed, smirking as he saw the malfoy boy tense in anger.

“if i wanted a girl, i’d have one, nott. i could get any girl in this school, and we all know it” draco scowled.

“oh yeah? shall we make a bet then?” theo offered, smirking deviously. draco wasn’t at all pleased with the suggestion, but he was never one to back down from a bet.

“now you’re talking.” blaise quipped, leaning forward in interest.

draco rolled his eyes at the idiots he called his best mates, and leaned forward. “what were you thinking, then?”

theo glanced around the room, his eyes dancing across the crowd of girls he knew draco would have no problem getting until they found your small frame. “l/n. get her to go out with you, to be your girlfriend. better yet, to sleep with you.”

had it been any other girl, it wouldn’t be an issue for draco. he would’ve waltzed right over there, flashed a dazzling smile and had the girl swooning over him in mere minutes. however, it was you.

y/n l/n, the quietest and shyest girl in their year. rumor had it, you’d never even been kissed. draco wasn’t sure he’d be able to crack you; you were so different from the kind of people he was used to. however, he was not about to lose a bet, especially not to theodore nott, who always seemed to get under his skin. with that, his decision was set. “you’re on, nott.”

after sealing the deal with a firm handshake, nott had left draco and blaise to their previous activities. at some point during their conversation, the ravenclaw that had found her way into draco’s grasp for the night had managed to disappear, not that he cared in the slightest. his eyes were fixated on a certain yellow-clad female in the corner of the room. he hadn’t seen you speak to a single person besides the boy that had been glued to your side for the entirety of the night.

he only peeled away his gaze when he felt a hand grasp his arm. “mate, you done staring at her yet?” blaise chirped, causing the platinum blonde boy to roll his eyes.

“i wasn’t staring zabini, i was merely planning how to approach her.” at this, his friend chuckled and shook his head.

“why in the hell did you agree to this, by the way? you know all about l/n. she wouldn’t hurt a fly, and you’re one of the most hated students in the entire castle. in what world do you think she’d go for someone like you?” at this point blaise was practically doubled over in laughter, while draco’s expression only held annoyance.

“it won’t be an issue.” he stated, his eyes drifting over your figure one more time.

“well, are you going to even talk to her? you won’t prove nott wrong by hanging out here.” with a sigh and a slight eye roll, draco stood and made his way over to you.

you knew of draco malfoy and his reputation. he was nothing but bad news; a bully to all he came in contact with, and an overall jerk, especially when it came to the romantic field. you weren’t the gossip type, but rumors spread like wildfire in the hogwarts castle, especially those pertaining to the ‘slytherin prince’.

before him, you were never one to judge a character based off a few rumors, but day after day you heard new stories, and your mind had unwillingly created a set image of the boy. it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, however, since you by no means had ever talked to him (besides the occasional comment in a classroom), nor did you plan to.

so when he approached you, his robes swaying with every step, you were taken aback. “hello there, gorgeous” he spoke, and your jaw dropped instantly. you hear ernie choke on his drink in surprise, not bothering to hide his amusement.

“excuse me?” you muttered, a small blush rising to your cheeks at the unexpected compliment.

“i think you know exactly what i said, l/n.” he winked, and you almost gagged on the spot. sure, he was attractive; you wouldn’t deny that. but if he thought there was any way he was getting to you, he was surely mistaken.

“yes, i’m well aware of what you said, malfoy. i’m simply wondering why you felt the need to say it in the first place.” you spoke with a newfound confidence, the initial shock of his flirting wearing off and the small amount of firewhisky in your veins taking over your better judgment.

draco looked stunned; you could tell rejection was something he was not used to. “cat got your tongue?” you were smirking now, as draco regained his composure. “look malfoy, i’m not interested in your little game, so you can leave now.” at this, you turned back to ernie, who was on the floor laughing.

draco frowned, marching back to blaise and flopping back down on the couch. the other boy, who had watched the entire situation unfold from a distance, was in nearly the same state as ernie. “mate, you’re fucked. there’s no way you can possibly win this.” draco scowled at him, though blaise played no mind to it.

“just you wait, blaise. if you think i’m giving up this easily, you really don’t know me at all.” once he caught his breath, zabini looked at him curiously.

“she just flat out rejected you, and you think you can come back from that?” he jerked his thumb in your direction, where you stood laughing with ernie, as if nothing had even happened. draco’s blood boiled.

“i don’t lose bets, zabini. just because she wasn’t interested in me the first time, doesn’t mean she can resist me. she’s.. different. and i have a plan.” with determination set on his features, draco took a long swig of his drink, finishing the cup. 

“for tonight, however, i may have taken a loss. but mark my words, by the end of this year, y/n l/n will be mine.”

neglect [c.d]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: cedric diggory x reader

warnings: slight angst? idk 

a/n: i’m not sure i like the end of this, but i hope you enjoy!

request:  How about some Sirius Black or Cedric Fluff?? :) (requested by @weapinggwillowss)

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you were sitting in the hufflepuff common room, your homework sprawled out in front of you, though it was long forgotten as your gaze was set intently on the flames burning brightly in front of you. 

you were meant to meet your boyfriend, cedric, in the common room an hour ago so he could help you with a potions essay you were particularly struggling with. 

with a sigh, you finally tore your gaze from the beautiful fire, a last glance shooting around the common room in search of the boy before giving up and packing up your supplies.

recently, you hadn’t seen much of him. he was currently in his seventh year, a year above you, and he had been swarmed with his duties as a prefect. not to mention he also happened to be fighting in the legendary triwizard tournament as the hogwarts champion, but that wasn’t something you were too fond of. 

as his partner, you worried for the boy’s life, knowing well that it was more than possible he came out dead. it didn’t seem to stop him though, and rather than fighting, you chose to support him as best you could (though you did still express your concerns to him privately.)

of course, you didn’t blame him for struggling to find time for you recently. he had quite a full plate, and he was doing amazing at balancing it all. you knew if he could find time for you, he would. he only had two tasks left, and then the two of you could go back to the way things were. 

you couldn’t wait for that day, as with every passing day, a feeling of dread worsened as each task grew nearer.

you decided instead to head to the library, knowing you’d find much more quiet there than elsewhere. you spotted hermione, and smiled kindly at her, asking if you could sit with her, knowing full well that the two of you would actually get something done. 

she agreed, and you two worked quietly, her managing to help you with the essay your boyfriend was supposed to assist you with. still, hermione was incredibly bright for her age, and had no problem helping. 

you worked hard for some time before a first year came bounding into the library, eyes landing on your figure and made his way over. 

“excuse me?” he piped, catching both yours and hermione’s attention. “professor dumbledore would like to see you both!” he exclaimed, and you and the girl across from you exchanged confused looks before shrugging and putting your supplies in your bags, thanking the first year and watching him scurry off. 

“strange. i wonder what he wants from us?” you spoke, though hermione didn’t answer, as she was just as confused.

you both made your way to dumbledore’s office, seeing the door already open. you climbed the stairs, stepping into his office. you saw ron and a small blonde girl who looked almost identical to fleur in there already, and suddenly you realized this must be for the next task. 

you stepped into line with the other two, taking in a sharp breath as you stared at the back of dumbledore’s chair. he briskly turned around, standing in front of the four of you. 

“i’m sure you’re all wondering why i brought you here.” you all nodded, “you’re here because you all are of great importance to the champions. i promise, this won’t hurt a bit.” before any of you could respond, everything went black.

cedric searched frantically for his girlfriend, cursing himself for sleeping through their study date. everything had been so much for him, he had been absolutely exhausted and thought taking a small nap would do him good, only one hour turned to three and he had only woken up to see an empty common room. 

he asked around, only receiving shrugs in turn from his fellow housemates, meaning she must not have been around for some time. he frowned, guilt flooding his being as he realized he stood her up, again.

he checked her usual hangouts; the library, the courtyard, the great hall. he even found several friends, and seemingly no one had seen her for hours. this worried him, as you knew many people throughout the castle and were always around. 

after searching over what felt like the entire school grounds, he retreated back to his common room, flooded with guilt and sadness. as much as he wanted to find you, he had the second task tomorrow, and he promised himself he’d catch you in the morning before he had to leave.

the next morning, he sat in the great hall, his eyes scanning the waves of students in a desperate attempt to find you, though something told him he wasn’t going to be seeing you before the second task. 

“mate, you’ve got to eat.” his friend told him, smiling sympathetically, knowing the pain he was enduring. cedric frowned, but did as told. he was the hogwarts champion after all, and though he would much prefer to spend his time looking for you, he knew he had a responsibility and was going to do his best. for you, if anything. maybe then his actions would have some sort of justification. 

the excuse sounded lame even in his own head.

the time for the task came much faster than cedric would’ve liked, and he stood with the other three champions, facing the great lake. now standing before it, about to jump in and being so unsure of what to expect, he felt a shiver run down his spine. 

it no longer seemed like the warming lake he once thought it to be. it seemed murky, mysterious. scary, even. still, he took a deep breath, readying himself, as did those beside him. he cast a charm upon himself just before the horn blew, and he dove into the dark waters.

when he finally arrived at the merpeople’s village, he froze in shock. there you were, beautiful as ever, your ankle gently tied and holding you down under the water. he quickly shook himself out of his thoughts, nodding to harry who had already arrived, before shooting a spell at the rope and cutting you loose, pulling you to the surface. 

you gasped for air, your eyes shooting open and the sound of cheering filled your ears. you turned, looking at cedric, who was smiling down proudly at you. you smiled softly back, and the two of you made your way over to the platform, receiving towels to fight the freezing wind blowing against your soaked clothing.

cedric was being congratulated by students, so you decided to find a quiet place to sit, on the other edge of the platform away from everyone. you smiled, watching cedric’s face light up when he was told he was in first place. 

cedric finally managed to slip away from the crowd, making his way over to you. a guilty smile was present on his face, and he looked at you hopefully. 

“i don’t suppose you have a minute?” he teased, though you could tell he was nervous by the shake in his voice. 

“of course.” you answered, gesturing for him to sit next to you.

he did so, and the two of you sat in silence for a moment before he spoke, “look, y/n. i just wanted to apologize.” you turned to him, a questioning expression on your face. 

“for..?” he sighed, running a hand through his wet hair. 

“for missing our date.. again.” 

you smiled sadly, but forced a more convincing one. “it’s fine, cedric, really-” you tried, but he put a hand up to stop you. 

“it’s not fine, y/n. we’ve barely spoken these past weeks about anything other than the tournament, and it’s my fault. i’ve been so busy that i’ve been neglecting you and our relationship. it’s not an excuse, i know. i’m going to make it up to you, if you’ll let me.”

you were speechless, and didn’t know how to respond. everything he said was true, you couldn’t deny it, and a part of you didn’t want to. you were glad he came to his senses. 

you smiled, genuinely, and pressed a small kiss to his cheek. “i’d love that.” he lifted an arm, allowing you to move closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. 

he wrapped his arm tightly around your shoulder, and the two of you sat peacefully. 

the task ended, and the students quickly filed out of the stands, but the two of you sat unmoving, catching up about everything and anything, other than the tournament of course. you two had had more than enough with that. 

you ended up staying long after everyone else, the two of you simply enjoy one another’s company. cedric never took his eyes off you, and gave you his full attention. and this, you realized, was what you missed most about him. 

from then on, he promised to always make time for you until the day he died, and that he did. only that day came much sooner than he had planned.

happier [j.p]

word count: 1.5k

pairing: james potter x platonic!reader

warnings: angst

a/n: italicized text = flashback / really happy with this one!

request: Can you do a James Potter imagine where he was best friends with a girl for his whole life and Lily is jealous of their relationship so he breaks off their friendship, and the marauders are all super mad. And then he sees her with other people and regrets everything please? I love the imagines you’ve done so far x (requested by anon)

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you watched him with her, sitting across from each other at the gryffindor table, laughing together. they looked happy. he looked happy. that’s all that ever mattered to you. if his happiness meant you were no longer a part of his life, you decided you could live with that. 

you were only 2 years old when you met james potter for the first time. you lived in a house next to the potters, (though it was remarkably smaller, and looked quite silly next to the large manor), and your parents had decided it was time to meet your neighbors. 

your parents having tea with his turned from a one-time meeting to a daily occurence, meaning you and james would spend a lot of time together. at such a young age, you were simply happy to have someone to play with, little did you know.

you were 6 years old when you made your promise to each other. the one you were sure would never break; one that would bound your friendship for life. 

“james, will we always be best friends?” you asked, your big eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

“of course, y/n. best friends forever.” he replied, smiling down at your smaller figure. 

“pinky promise?” you stuck out your pinky; a tradition you’d learned from your muggle-born mother. this was something you’d taught james long ago, and without hesitation he’d liked his finger with yours, sealing the words you held dearly to your heart for years to come. 

perhaps you were naive for thinking he’d keep those words.

you were 11 years old when you’d first stepped foot on the hogwarts train. you remember being incredibly nervous that entire morning, and james had held your hand and practically dragged you onto the train. 

the two of you had found a compartment with 3 other students in your year; sirius black, severus snape, and lily evans. you didn’t recall much of what was said in that carriage, though you would never forget lily defending severus against sirius and james, or the look james gave her when she’d first snapped back at his snarky remark. 

those things stuck with you, probably because they never changed; james and sirius formed an ongoing rivalry with severus, and james’ crush on lily only grew with time.

you were 15 years old when things started to change. james had always been someone who loved attention, not that it was his fault; being an only child, he was used to having a lot of it. so when he’d started showing off to lily in your first year, you weren’t surprised nor phased, because no matter what he’d always make time for you. 

however, it had started to become a somewhat recurrent theme as to where he’d miss a study date, claiming he’d forgotten or where he’d be too busy to make plans. 

you knew he truly was busy; he’d been extra passionate about quidditch recently, and he felt pressured to keep up his grades, so you never thought too much of it, because at the end of the day, you still hung out regularly; you had your own share of things to do, and you were content. 

you were 17 years old when james had finally won lily over. in your opinion, after so long it was a little bit suspicious that suddenly she’d taken interest, but you saw how happy she made him so you kept it to yourself. you and lily got along fine as well; never having really spoken to the girl, aside having the odd casual conversation here and there. she seemed nice, from the few chats the two of you shared. 

you were 17 years old when you realized that wasn’t the case.

it was about a week into their relationship when james stopped ‘forgetting’ your study dates (rather blatantly cancelling them instead) more frequently. you tried not to take it too personally; he’d finally got the attention of the girl he’d been pining after since the first year, and you figured it was best to give the two some space for the time being to settle into their relationship. 

you would wait for him to come to you when he was ready.

however, time went on and james never came back; if anything, you’d found him distancing himself more and more. they were little things; certain things only his best friend would notice. 

the way he nervously tugged on the edge of his robe when you’d talked, short responses during your conversations, little nervous glances when the two of you were alone together. 

james had been acting very strange, and you didn’t know if this was something you should be worried about, or if it was simply a phase. 

the boys had noticed his behavior as well. sirius and remus watched james practically throw you aside without a moment’s thought, simply because his new girlfriend asked him to. 

they were fully aware of what the two of you had gone through together and to see him give it up for a girl who for years wouldn’t give him the time of day, had them furious. they’d tried to confront him about it, but he’d only shrugged them off, “you wouldn’t understand. you’ve never been in love.”

after a month, you barely spoke to james at all. you were hurt beyond belief, but there was no reason to dwell on the past (or so you’d been telling yourself). you’d made better friends with remus, sirius and even somewhat peter, though he didn’t talk much. 

you supposed the three pitied you, and since james spent all his time with lily, they had nothing better to do. they’d told you on multiple occasions this wasn’t the case, but you didn’t fully believe them. you appreciated their company though.

slowly however, you drifted away from the four notorious gryffindors altogether. you’d found a new group; your potions partner and newfound friend, mary, had introduced you to her group and they welcome you with open arms. 

mary was a ravenclaw, and it was a nice change from all the idiocy you previously surrounded yourself with. you could have intellectual conversations with your new friends and it was refreshing; you found yourself barely thinking about james at all anymore.

james was sitting across from lily at breakfast, smiling and laughing at a joke she’d made. “i’m going to head to charms early, i want to check over something for the essay before class.” she told him, standing up. 

“should i come with you?” he asked, fully prepared to leave his half-full plate behind. 

“it’s alright james, i’ll see you in class.” with a quick wave, lily sauntered off, leaving james to his own thoughts. he shrugged, continuing with his meal. 

he glanced around, suddenly feeling bored and looked for his friends. he’d caught sight of sirius’ wild curls, and grabbed his plate, moving to sit with his friends, who all gave mixed expressions as he sat down. 

“how's it going lads?” james asked, digging right back into his food as if he hadn’t sat uninvited. 

he glanced around, furrowing his brows. “where’s y/n?” 

sirius looked furious, remus blinked and peter dropped his fork, causing confusion and slight worry to rise in james. “why do you care where they are?” sirius snapped, taking him aback. 

“what do you mean?” 

the other marauders looked at james as if he’d grown another head. 

“mate, you haven’t even looked at y/n in weeks.” remus said, disappointment laced obviously in his tone. 

“well, lily said i spend too much time with them-” 

“prongs, honestly. can’t you see what she’s doing? she’s controlling you! you left y/n without hesitation, just because lily asked? have you forgotten what they’ve done for you? all the years you spent together?” sirius spoke with a dangerously low tone, trying not to cause a scene. 

james felt as though he’d been slapped in the face. “where are they?” he asked again, his voice failing him as he spoke. 

sirius stood up, huffing and walking off, remus shaking his head and following behind. peter scrambled up, pausing and pointing james quickly in the direction of the ravenclaw table before scurrying off and following the other two out. 

he scanned the table, clearly confused before he saw your face. you were listening intently to a story the person across from you was telling; james couldn’t see who it was because their back was to him, but the blue-clad robe had him confused. when did you make friends with a ravenclaw?

before he knew it, you burst out laughing at something your friend had said and his chest tightened. he watched your body shake with the giggles that escaped your lips, his heart growing heavy every passing moment. 

sirius’ words replayed in his head. “you left y/n without hesitation, just because lily asked? have you forgotten what they’ve done for you? all the years you spent together?”. 

he cared deeply about you; he never stopped caring. he wanted so bad to go up to you and apologize, but he knew what he’d done was unforgivable. he’d never even considered how you would feel when he’d left you. 

he’d finally got the girl of his dreams, and yet it cost him his best friend; the only person who’d stayed with him through everything. 

and the thing that was killing him the most? 

was that you completely, and undeniably, looked happier.

this made me smile so big. thank you for being so kind and helpful to me, it means so much!! you’re one of my favourite blogs and are one of the inspirations for starting this one <3

Could you recommend any good writers on Tumblr? It would be great if you wrote also reason you like them.

oh god can i!!! i have so many favorite writers on here that it’s difficult for me to narrow it down to a list and i’ve been putting off answering this as i’m afraid of leaving them out. i made a post like this a while back, but without any explanation as to why. i’m not going to do it for all the writers because for some they don’t go beyond just “i liked a fic they wrote”, but there is a select list of writers that i am obsessed with!!

here’s my list of writers that i follow very, very closely:

@silversslytherin - she has an amazing aesthetic going and has a knack for writing up normal requests in a fresh and unique way. her gifs are always so artfully picked and her smut is really good, 100% recommend. you’ll fall in love with any character that she writes, even if you didn’t have a crush on them before.

@eltanin-malfoy - whooaaa boy this blog is the chanel of draco x reader writing. she puts a lot of effort into keeping draco canonically honest and knows her stuff. i swear whenever i read her imagines i feel like i’m reading work from a published novelist that just decided to take a swing at fanfic writing.

@war-sword - i’ll always hold a very special place in my heart for this blog as it’s the one that inspired me to start mine! her fic “needy” is absolutely unmatched. her draco in ilvermorny exchange is my favorite thing in the entire world wtf. protect him and her blog at all costs. it’s the loveliest stuff you’ll ever read.

@socontagiousimagines - make sure you don’t start reading her stuff on a busy day, because if you do, you’re not gonna get anything done. when i first discovered her blog i devoured her entire masterlist in one sitting, and while it took a part out of my day that i could never get back, i was very satisfied. her draco is fucking adorable and snarky and everything that he should be and ohhffsjkfweoifjf her work just makes me MELT and i’m speechless

@acciodracoo - this blog is RESPONSIBLE for all those nights i spent staying up way too late reading random fic. i used to hate college aus until i read hers, and i’ve been hooked on her writing ever since. i love love love how reasonably she builds her writing. you, the reader, never feel like the reader insert is doing something a reasonable person wouldn’t and overall she’s just very, very talented at what she does. absolute QUEEN of slowburns 

@okaymalfcy - she wrote one of the best draco x ravenclaw!readers i have ever had the pleasure of reading. hit! her! masterlist! up! i promise you won’t regret it. she has a knack for writing intimate scenes that i can’t help but admire as a fellow writer.

@lilyreachelcassidy - this is your stop for sweet and heartwarming imagines! she does have some angstier ones, but my personal favorites are the ones where draco is already dating the reader. i think that she’s the youngest writer i’m recommending here, but she shows a maturity in her writing that’s rare. check her out!!!

@hufflepuff-writings - if you want both your mind and eyes to be pleased, check this blog out. the aesthetic is just breathtaking and her writing deserves loads of attention. her imagines just make you feel so warm and touched and ugh she puts a lot of work into it and it translates! take my word for it, she’s definitely worth a try!

okay, those are all that i can think of right now. if you aren’t on here, then i’m so so sorry! these are the blogs that i see the most often on my dash/have been mutuals with for a bit, so i remember them easier. 

for a longer and less wordy response to the ask, check out this post here! it’s my original list of writers that put out amazing draco imagines. 

happy reading!