Draco Malfoy And His Rose. Pt. 2

Draco Malfoy and his Rose. Pt. 2

Word Count: 4,861 words

Warning: cursing, slight smut

September 13th, 1996. The Courtyard. 3:29pm.

Hope felt happier then she had felt in an incredibly long time, after that night in the Astronomy Tower she felt like she could conquer anything. She spent all night cuddled up against her best friend, talking about the past 6 years and how they got to where they were at now. Draco tried to leave out as much of the abuse, and harsh words he had endured so the young girl wouldn't take any sort of pity on him.

Maybe after a couple weeks, he could open up to her, but as of right now he had a duty and he wasn't going to let his guard down until it was over. 

Several days had passed but she hadn't managed to see Draco once, which bummed her out but she brushed it off choosing to spend the rest of her afternoon in the courtyard studying for Snape's upcoming exam. The young girl was currently sitting with her knees tucked into her chest, strands of hair covering her face.The autumn breeze felt nice on her skin, softly running her fingers over her bare calve as her eyes scanned the words etched onto the pages. Hope pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, letting out a frustrated sigh at the difficult words clouding her vision leaning her head back and clamping her eyes shut as she tried to relax.

"You okay there?" The sound of someone whispering in her ear caught her off guard, letting out a surprised yelp sitting up rather abruptly. Hope eyed the red haired twin, whose cheeky smirk was covering his face. George made his way around the bench, taking a seat next to the brunette giving her a soft smile.

"Asshole. I'm doing good. I just... like making sure that all my work is 100% correct, even if it ends up killing me." She muttered, running her free hand through her curls eyeing the blue eyed boy through her frames. He nodded along to her words, gingerly picking up the open book on her lap reading the title.

"Ah, Snape. He's a fun one. You'll learn the tricks around his class rather easily, as long as you pay attention,"

"Oh, his class isn't hard. Especially for it being on level. I'm taking advanced classes so I am learning more advanced skills compared to the kids my age," George whistled, pretend fanning himself in a way of teasing the girl. Her cheeks became rather pink at his mannerism, playfully shoving the ginger. The Hufflepuff fiddled with the quill in her fingers, enjoying the feeling of the feather brushing against her hands.

"Oh, can it, Weasley. Say, where's your other half?"

"That is... an excellent question. I can promise you, he was right behind me as I came into the courtyard. But he must have-"

"Lupin. Professor Snape would like to speak to you. He said it's rather important," The sound of Draco's voice captured her attention, turning her head rather quickly to face the blonde nodding at what he said swiftly placing all of her books and pieces of parchment into her satchel. She turned to face George, giving him a small wave and a warm smile as she followed behind Draco. She felt her heart race at all the endless possibilities of what Snape would need to speak to her about.

"Did Snape say what he needed to talk to me-"

"Snape doesn't need to talk to you, Rose. I just needed an excuse for you to follow me." The young girl looked up at Draco, shaking her head at the slight smirk on his face. Draco didn't speak another word until they had reached a room she had seen before, due to Harry showing it to her. The Room of Requirement. Hope adjusted the satchel on her shoulder, as she watched the door appear in front of them, causing Draco to look behind him to ensure that Hope was following after her. He placed a hand on the small of her back as he ushered her into the room, closing the large door behind them, the thud echoing across the large room.

"Did you take me in here to kill me?" The brunette teased, playfully nudging the blonde as she made her way over to a large sofa and plopping herself down on the soft cushions. Carefully removing her satchel, letting the heavy material set on the side of the couch making sure she didn't accidentally tip it over. Draco eyed Hope, his heart clenching at the sight of her warm grin knowing that she was happy, a feeling he hadn't felt in an incredibly long time.

"Of course not. But, I felt bad for not coming to see you earlier. Which lead me to stealing you from that weasle, I hope you didn't mind," Hope laughed awkwardly, choosing to ignore the comment he made about George looking up at Draco with a soft smile shaking her head to his words. The blonde smiled down at her, eyeing her face rather hard. Hope felt her cheeks turning hot, reaching up with her fingers to trail her hand over her face out of fear there might be something there.

"Is there something on my face...?"

"No no... you just look really pretty. I don't think I noticed how gorgeous your eyes looked that night on The Astronomy Tower ," Hope flushed pink, nearly stuttering over her actions at the kind words leaving Draco's lips. I keep forgetting he's no longer the same boy I know, he's all grown. Her lips were parted uttering a soft thank you, feeling her chest clench as she saw him wet his plump pink lips. This was going to be a long night, she uttered to herself flashing the boy a quick smile noting how he sat with his legs wide open feeling her eyes widen slightly.

September 19th, 1996. Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. 4:01 pm.

Hope had a disgusted snarl placed on her lips as she listened to Professor Umbridge drone on and on about the importance of reading about spells, instead of actually practicing them. At every comment she made towards Harry, she wanted nothing more than to throw a hex at the toad. The entire lecture today had been her pointing at a chalkboard and picking on a few students, to see if they had read the endless chapters she always gave out. Hope had managed to scribble a few useful tips, making sure to mark them to know to go back to them not noticing how quiet the room had gotten, the sound of her quill on the parchment being the only sound in the room.

"Miss Lupin?" Hope's head snapped up, her cheeks ablaze as she made eye contact with Umbridge whose scrunched up face looked like it could burst at any given moment, swallowing rather thickly. She felt the endless eyes of her peers eyeing her, feeling her leg start to bounce up and down rather nervously as she stared at her Professor.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Would you mind reading out loud what it is you have written down? Oh, and please come to the front of the class," The sweet sickly tone of her voice sent her into a frenzy, giving a nod of her head delicately picking up her sheet of parchment almost covered in tons of notes making her way to the front of the classroom. Hope put a smile on her face as she made eye contact with her peers, clearing her throat before beginning to read over the neat notes.

"For our O.W.L.S, we will have to go over any and all knowledge over our 4 past years in Hogwarts on Defense Against the Dark Arts. We will have to write a short essay explaining the 5 signs of-"

"That's enough, Miss Lupin. So you weren't writing a note to pass around?"

"No, ma'am." Hope chirped, feeling her body stiffen as Professor Umbridge nearly squealed at her comment wrapping an arm around the witch. She let out a small laugh, looking around nervously. She tried to avoid eye contact with any of her classmates noticing that many of them were trying to muffle their laughter, a teasing glint in their eyes.

"Now students. Hope is a good example of what you all should be doing. 15 points to Hufflepuff!" Right as she finished hollering, the bell rang which sent all the students scrambling to gather their school things including Hope who hadn't had any time to pack any of her things before hand. She slung her satchel over her shoulder, hurriedly making her way to dinner letting out small excuse me's as she accidentally bumped into a few people including the Golden Trio. Hope came to a stop, flashing a quick smile at her friends who smiled right back at her.

"I'm sorry for nearly trampling you there, Weasley. I'm in a hurry to get as far away from Professor Umbridge as fast as possible. She scares me," Hope practically whispered, adjusting her satchel as she walked alongside them. They let out a chuckle, which made Hope join in on their little laughing fest locking eyes with Harry letting out a nervous chuckle, "Are you guys going to dinner tonight? I never see you guys there anymore,"

"No, we're currently trying to practice some stuff. And tonight we're gonna try to come up with a lesson plan for our next meeting." Hermione spoke rather cheerfully, tightening her grip on her books. Hope nodded along to her words, her mind flashing back to Draco whose grey eyes were burned into her mind,"-wondering if you would like to join us? I think the boys need some real competition."

"Oh- of course! That sounds like fun," Hope grinned brushing the stray hairs away from her face, choosing to tag along with the Golden Trio following behind them as they sneaked their way around the herds of students into the Room of Requirement.

Shortly after arriving there they began thinking of good spells for the kids to practice, surprisingly a lot harder than they had thought considering Harry had already thought of the highly important spells Hope's father had taught them. Hope had her head on Harry's thigh her back on the stone floor waving her wand around focusing on the trail of sparks that followed after her wand. She let out a deep breath she never realized she was holding before sitting up rather abruptly. The sudden outburst startled the trio, their eyes wide as they watched the witch intently as she sat up where they could properly hear and see her.

"I'm literally the stupidest person to have ever walked these halls-"

"Now that's just offensive to Ron," Harry mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate, taking a drink from his cup full of water a playful glint in his eyes. Ron's face flushed red throwing his satchel at the wizard, barely skimming over his head as the two girls began laughing as they began throwing the bag back and forth. Hope rolled her eyes, using her wand to throw the satchel against the wall startling them both. Both of their sheepish faces turned to face her, giving her a cheesy grin which she ignored.

"As I was saying, I could just ask my father. We have this little journal that we enchanted in my third year, for when he came here to teach and I was at Beauxbatons. I can talk to him just by writing into the journal, and it'll go undetected by Umbridge,"

"I could just kiss you right now, Lupin. You are a genius!" Ron muttered, cupping Hopes face to which she sputtered her face flushing as he pressed a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Harry let out a scoff covering it up with a loud cough, tossing the rest of his chocolate frog with the rest of his trash, offering the witch his leg again as she eyed him curiously to which he faked a smile eyeing Ron. Hope shoved the redhead off wiping the spit from her face, smacking his leg out of spite," you know you love me,"

"Remind me to sit next to you next time instead of this dumbass," Hope directed to Ron which just made Hermione giggle, letting out a gasp as the 6'3 wizard thought it would be a good idea to throw himself at Hope which led her to let out a pained grunt. This is going to be a long night, Hope thought to herself as she jabbed her elbow into the gingers stomach.

November 9th, 1996. The Gryffindor Common Room. 5:53 am.

"-and I see him being a complete ass to all these so called ‘half blood’ or ‘muggle borns’ so I got onto him about it. I don’t think I have ever wanted to kick the living daylights out of anyone as much as him! We haven't spoken since then... I messed things up haven’t I? Fuck, I’m sorry Harry, you’re probably tired. Just forget about it, it's silly-"

"No! It's not silly at all. Draco is a complete arse, and I know it must be weird to see him now after all these years of seeing your best friend as a saint. But, I can assure you. You aren’t silly for feeling upset about this...alright? " Harry murmured his accent thickening near the end of the sentence, running his fingers through his messy black hair, his eyes never leaving the brunette who was currently curled up on one of the many couches strewn around the Common Room.

Her eyes were glossy as she wiped at the tears threatening to fall, tucking her head into her knees that were pressed against her chest. Harry still couldn't figure out how someone as horrid as Draco had someone like Hope wrapped around his finger, rushing to throw his toned arm around her shoulder muttering soft nothings into her ear. She let her knees drop curling into Harry throwing her arms around his waist holding him close as she let out a few sobs.

"I'm sorry, H. I just- he's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. And after being apart from him for so long, I just figured things would be normal. Not-not this mess that it’s turned out to be," Hope mumbled into the dark haired wizards neck, noting the soft scent of his cologne trying to ignore how intoxicating he smelled, "Can you tell me a bit about what Draco did to you guys to make y’all hate him so much? At first I just thought you guys were being over dramatic... but now I realize that isn’t the same Draco Malfoy I grew up with,"

"I don't think that's a great idea, Hope."

"Why not?"

"Look, I might not be super fond of Draco. But, I have no right to go and put even more negative thoughts into that head of yours considering 90% of the kids here first judged me at the sight of my scar and I didn't like it. I felt belittled and like I was some walking trophy." Harry opened up his face flushing at the thought of all those comments he had endured while walking down the hallway, rubbing small circles onto her back noting the thin familiar T-shirt that adorned her body, "Are you cold? We could run up to my room if you'd like,"

"Are you sure? I can endure a couple hours of the cold, it's no biggie-"

"Come 'ere." The boy whispered removing his hold around the witch, helping her up letting out a soft chuckle as she struggled to put on her moose slippers. He grabbed onto her hand setting it on his shoulder so she could balance herself properly, successfully managing to put her slippers on giving the dark haired boy two thumbs up. Harry rolled his eyes leading the way for Hope to follow, trying his best to not make too much noise as he opened the door to his room. Harry motioned towards the only empty bed in the room, Hope gladly made her way over kicking off her slippers sliding underneath the warm covers as Harry closed the door.

"You look so tiny- do your feet seriously not reach the end of the bed?!" Harry chuckled as quietly as he could, playfully shoving her legs noticing the brunette had turned a bright pink smacking his bicep. He yelped rubbing at the sore spot, nudging her over so he could lay down next to her.

This wouldn't be the first time they've cuddled, considering they clicked from the moment they met and both had grown rather close in the last month and a half but this would be the first time they were going to be in the same bed in close proximity. Harry was twice her size, and it almost made this situation impossible because of how small the bed was. They both let out a series of giggles at their comical situation, their bodies incredible close nearly squished into one. Harry thought it would be easier to fit if they were even closer, which is why he proceeded to wrap his arm around her waist letting the witch nuzzle into his chest.

"If you were on me... like on my chest, there might be more room," Hope felt her chest flutter as she heard his husky voice breath out those words into her hair, nodding along to what he said allowing his toned arms to lift her onto him. Harry wasn't wrong. With Hope laying on him, partially anyway, not only was there more room for them he felt even more comfortable. Her fingers tracing random patterns onto his chest feeling his large hands tighten their grip around her.

"I'm sorry again for waking you up this early, I didn't know who else to go to,"

"Hope, you already apologized. And once again, I'm telling you that it's okay. I would have met you out in the freezing lake if you had asked me," He teased, which made the witch blush lifting her head up from its current position locking eyes with his bright green eyes feeling her breath hitch, her gaze flickering down at his lips feeling the air in the room thicken tremendously.

Harry wet his lips with his tongue, tightening his grip on her lightly as he felt himself leaning into her warm touch. The witch closed the gap between them, feeling herself melt into the kiss her hands trailing up his chest to tug on his hair. They adjusted their positions, letting Harry sit up with Hope's legs straddling his waist resuming their kiss feeling it grow heated fast. She enjoyed the feeling of his touch on her hips, letting out a small wine as he dug his long fingers into her exposed skin pulling her closer to his chest. Hope didn't expect this morning to turn out the way she had planned, but she wasn't complaining especially as she felt the dark haired boy growing beneath her. 

Harry couldn't remember the last time he had been in any way intimate with someone, trying to memorize the feeling of her burning skin as she tugged at his hair deepening the kiss as he subconsciously bucked his hips up. At the feeling of his growing member bucking into her, she let out a soft moan to which Harry hushed as he parted from her swollen lips nearly giving in as he saw the needy look in her eyes. He scrambled to grab his wand to close the curtains surrounding his bed, casting a quick muffliato. 

That way if they did end up getting too loud, there wouldn't be any chance of waking up the guys who were currently sound asleep. He stuck his arm through the curtain, struggling to set his wand on the bedside table from how badly his hands were shaking. Hope felt herself smirk as she saw how flustered Harry looked, growing frustrated from his wand not wanting to stay where he set it. Her smalls fingers fiddled with the T-shirt adorning his body giving him a slight pout nearly being thrown back as he swiftly tugged off his grey shirt exposing his toned body off to her. She felt herself growing hot as she pressed wet kisses along his neck, smirking to herself as she heard small gasps leaving his lips.

"Bloody... you are going to ruin me"

"Aww, don't get all shy on me now, Potter. " Hope teased nipping at a small spot above his collar, hearing the groan leave his parted lips. She didn't seem to notice the small change on his face, letting out a squeal as he flipped her onto her back. His eyes had darkened significantly, locking eyes with Hope as he hovered over her. His long arms were on either side of her face, caging her in as his hips ground down on her feeling his arms nearly buckle as he caught the look of pleasure spread across her face.

"I don't like being teased, sweetheart..."

"Holy-" Hope choked out at the choice of his words, throwing her head back onto the pillows as he continued to grind his clothed member against her core. Her hands reached up to tug on his dark locks, leaning her neck to the side as he mouthed at her neck. He sucked greedily on her tan skin, not paying attention to the dark bruises already forming.

"You look so pretty underneath me," He groaned resting his knees in between her thighs nearly losing it as the brunette wrapped her slender legs around his waist pulling him close, running his hands underneath her shirt feeling her breath hitch at the soft touch of his cold fingers.

"Fuck... I need you please," She whined, feeling her breathing grow heavier as his large hands grabbed onto her waist pulling her down closer to him. He leaned down to press a kiss onto her parted lips, moaning into her mouth as her hands brushed over the growing tent in his dark sweatpants.

His hips quickened the pace grinding themselves onto her, trying to create some friction successfully drawing a moan from Hope. The brunette snuck her hands into the waistband of his sweats feeling him groan heavily into the crook of her neck before they stiffened, they sound of people shuffling from outside the curtains caught their attention. Harry let out a few curse words resting his flushed forehead against hers waiting to see if the noise went away. Unfortunately, it seemed to have grown louder as his fellow roommate had woken up somehow managing to wake everyone else around him.

"For Godric’s sake-"

"Put your shirt on, Potter," Hope groaned, feeling rather pissed at the fact that their current actions had to be halted. Harry rolled off of her, tugging the material over his head letting his back rest on the headboard his red cheeks standing out on his pale skin. The brunette leaned against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as his hand rubbed subtle circles on her exposed thigh.

"Oi, Harry, why are your curtains closed-"

"-I betcha he's got a girl in there! Are y'all shaggin'! " Her cheeks grew pink, giggling at the words of the Irish boy using her own wand to undo the muffliato opening the curtains with a flick of her wand making direct eye contact with Dean and Semus. She flashed a teasing grin, making her way off of Harrys bed not before stuffing her feet into her moose slippers.

"It was like 5 am two seconds ago, what time is it?" Hope questioned, stretching out her limbs from being in one position for a long time. She let out a small yawn, covering her mouth with her hand looking at the two boys for an answer. The pair of friends both looked at one another before a voice off to the side caught her attention.

"It's 7 am, although I have no idea why they're awake at this time. I'm still half asleep” Neville mumbled groggily, “Maybe just asleep...", His blonde hair laying messily over his face nuzzling further into the pillows. Hope let out a soft thank you, running her hand through her curls feeling herself grow nervous at the pair of eyes watching her, "Okay, well thank you for keeping me company, H. Sorry if I intruded... I best be off."

"I'll walk you out," Harry stood up from his position, adjusting the newfound hoodie lower on his hips most likely to hide his erection which made her giggle. She flashed him a knowing smile, ignoring the glare he sent her as he walked her down to the Common Room where there were thankfully no students lingering.

Hope was about to make her way towards the portrait stumbling as she felt a hand pull her back. She crashed into Harry's chest, looking up at the green eyed boy whose eyes were scanning her entire face. He let his large hands rest on her hips, holding her in place as he nervously bit his lip.

"About what happened upstairs... w-what does that mean for us?"

"I mean... I think we should play it out and see what happens then. I do like you, H. But, I still have to figure out where in the world I stand with Malfoy,"

"Okay. I can live with that... so, theoretically, if a so called boy wanted to kiss you-" Hope rolled her eyes at his words, grabbing onto his soft hoodie pulling him down to press a very much needed kiss onto his lips. He rested his hands on her waist tugging her closer, feeling his body melt into the soft kiss nearly leaning back in to recapture her lips as she pulled away. They both simultaneously grinned at one another, parting from one another as Hope began making her way towards the exit.

"Wait!" She spun on her heel, letting out a soft laugh as she saw the boy struggle to remove the Quidditch hoodie off of his body, handing her the warm material giving her a cheesy grin. Hope felt her heart swell at the endearing gift, pressing a long kiss on his cheek uttering a soft thank you. Wow... I thought Ron was exaggerating when he said he couldn't get enough of Lavender, the boy thought to himself sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he jogged back upstairs to talk to the boys awaiting in their dorm room.

November 10th, 1996. The Courtyard. 1:46 pm.

"Hopeeee!" The sound of someone screaming her name made her jump, dropping her book onto the hard floor as she looked around for the source of the noise coming face to face with the Weasley twins who were carrying several bags in their hands, "Why weren't you at Hogsmeade today? You never miss a chance to buy your precious chocolate,"

The twins made their way over to the brunette who had just bent over to pick up the book that had fallen out of her hands, wiping it off rather briskly. Just as Hope had opened her lips, George popped a chocolate ball into her mouth a grin on his lips. She chewed on the sweet candy happily, humming appreciatively at their choice of sweets focusing her attention back on the large book yelping as Fred slammed the book shut.

"We free our schedules, just for you to read in front of us? Nuh uh, not in front of us, love."

"And look, we went out of our way to buy you your favorite candy. Even that fancy chocolate you like so much-"

"You did not!"

"Oh yes we did." Fred chirped, taking a bite out his licorice wand as he watched the look of awe on the witch's face as George handed her a rather full bag of candy. A large grin made its way onto her face, wrapping her arms around both of her favorite twins hugging them tightly, "Don't kill us yet, love. I would like to open our shop first, then I'm all yours."

"Oh can it, Weasley." She chuckled, shoving the both of them off looking down at the bag on her lap sifting through it to try to find another chocolate ball happily popping it into her mouth," You guys are so sweet."

"Anything for you, love. Now would you mind telling us what has had you in such a prissy mood these past few weeks,"

"I appreciate the concern you guys, but it's nothing. If anything, today, I'm in a really good mood." She grinned, thinking back to the heated kisses and the sensual touches that were burned into her memory. The twins shared a look, choosing to pester her about it later watching her stand up from her seat on the stone bench holding her book and the bag of treats they had brought her close to her chest, "It was nice to see you guys. Don't forget about Tuesday after school, don't get your panties in a twist after I beat both of y'alls arses."

"You wish, Lupin." The both shouted out simultaneously, the smile on both of their faces growing as she swiftly flipped both of them the bird watching as she made her way inside.

"Hey, Fred?"

"Yea, George?"

"Was it just me, or were those hickeys on her neck?"

"Oh no, those were definitely hickeys. Our little Hope is all grown up,"

"Yea... she sure is." George mumbled, feeling his chest tighten at the thought of another guy marking her up. The red head hadn't said a thing out of fear that he would get rejected but seeing her today with those dark love bites on her neck only fueled the jealousy coursing through his veins, wanting nothing more than to kill the little boy who had his hands on her. George shook his head of those thoughts, choosing to focus on Fred's ongoing plan on pranking Filch.  As long as Hope is happy, then I'm happy. And if he hurts her, then I'll gladly throw him into the Lake.

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January 3rd, 1994. The Hufflepuff Dormitories. 9:17am. 

Penelope's hands hurriedly tried to flatten the heavy mass of curls resting on her flushed cheeks, having spent the last few months trying to hide them by a small potion she had created but she made a small mistake and had completely forgotten to bring some of the concoction back with her after the holidays. Eyeing her reflection in the mirror deciding to make her way downstairs to grab breakfast, making sure to take long strides to the Great Hall. Nervously walking into the hall with the frizzy curls bouncing around her face, running her ring cladded fingers through the tousled curls as the two familiar red heads made their way over to her with a cheeky grin on their faces. Penelope felt a grin making its way onto her face, slowing her movements down to make sure the twins didn't attempt anything on her, they walked over to her in almost perfect sync. Fred reached out ruffling her dark curls, letting out a whistle his brother following along, she smacked his hand away from her flustered face.

"Can it, Weasley."

"You look good, love." Fred chuckled, cheekily winking at her only making her already bright cheeks turn a shade darker, pushing past the tall redheads to make her way over to her green eyed boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders her chest flush against his back, pressing her lips onto his freckled cheek. The blonde flushed a light pink, turning to face the curly haired girl cupping her face pulling her in for a soft kiss. All of the surrounding Gryffindors whistled and cheered for Neville, being the first time he initiated the first kiss unlike all the other times Penelope had done so. Pulling away from the boy smiling softly, turning towards her table nearly skipping over to her fellow Hufflepuffs, waving at Cedric sitting besides the tall dark haired boy. He leaned over to ruffle her curls as he offered the girl a warm bagel, who let out a soft smile at his actions.

February 18th, 1994. The Room of Requirement. 11:57pm.

Penelope thrust her wand rather harshly ignoring the small jolt of pain she felt in her shoulder blade, a stream of yellow lighting up the dark room making it's way over to her target sending Draco flying towards a mat. A grunt left his lips, standing up from his position on the floor his skin a light red from the blood rushing up to his pale face. She extended a hand out towards the white haired boy, his large pale hand grasping onto her letting her help him off of the mat muttering out a soft thanks. Patting his sweaty frame giving a wide grin, wiping the sweat off her face feeling rather worn out from the 3 hours of working out and helping Draco practice his dueling spells.

"Didn't know you knew wordless spells,"

"There's a lot you don't know about me. You're really good, Malfoy. I still don't know why you won't join the group." Penelope let out sincerely, setting her wand on the table next to the couch plopping down on spot besides Draco nudging him with her elbow. His features hardened, turning to face her his chest still heaving up and down from our intense session, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.

"Potter is a part of that group, a leader nonetheless, I'd rather take orders from a ferret..."

"Is this your way of calling me a ferret, Malfoy?" Penelope grinned, feigning hurt turning towards the blonde whose face was sporting a light pink. He faced the dark haired girl an apologetic look etched on his features before relief washed over him as she let out a giggle, sending a playful glare at Penelope as she laughed even louder. Draco would never admit it but he considered Penelope to be one of his closest friends, as much as he wanted to think otherwise, the girl reached a part of him no one had reached before.

"You are cruel."

"You love it, Draco. Wanna head off now? It's almost midnight, " He agreed standing up from the comfortable couch, grasping the girls hand helping her onto her feet. She thanked him making her way over the dark oak door that appeared a few feet in front of her. Penelope waved her wand over Draco and herself letting their looming figures blend into their surrounding, opening the door slightly poking her head out to check for any lingering prefects. Jutting her hand out for Draco to take making their way down the cold corridor, the wind feeling nice on their sweating frames smiling softly as Draco shoved her shoulder playfully. Penelope smacked his shoulder leaning away from his touch making her way further down the hall, letting out a loud giggle as the blonde successfully wrapped his arms around her lifting her up into the air.

"You cheat," She stuck her tongue out waving her wand once again locking eyes with the reappearing pair of grey eyes, letting a smile creep its way up her face grinning wider as he gave her a smile back. Draco turned his head away from Penelope as blood rushed up to his cheeks, making his way to her common room the dark haired girl trailing beside him.

The moonlight streamed in from the windows showing off their giddy smiles, the sounds of laughter lingering in the evening. The pair of kids chased each other around making sure not to wake any of the sleeping picture frames, as much as they thought they had been quiet all he frames had woken up to the sounds of the girl laughing. All of the older wizards and witches looked over the abnormal pair, nearly fawning over the amount of happiness oozing from the pair as they came to a stop in front of the Hufflepuff common room quickly scurrying off to their portraits to not disturb them. A peaceful silence washed over Draco giving the girl a smile, letting his actions speak for him, bringing her into a large hug his chin resting atop of her curls. Penelope wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck the scent of his signature cologne and fresh pineapple filtered into her nostrils, tightening her grip on the tall boy.

"Thank you once again, for giving me a chance to be better. You are helping a lot more than I'm letting on, Davey"

"Thank you, Mal. That means a lot to me... I'll see you tomorrow okay? Same time. Don't be late," She pulled away from him, giving him a small wink patting him on the shoulder as she made her way into her common room. As the door shut behind her, she let out a small sigh waving her wand over herself muttering a spell to replace her uniform with a pair of pajamas making her way hurriedly to the dorm room. Draco made sure the girl had made her way into the room successfully before making his way down the hall, tucking his hands into his robe keeping a firm grip on his wand. The night had gone a lot better than the previous nights, he had managed to catch Penelope off guard and he had never felt so accomplished with himself. Draco only managed to get a couple feet before he had fallen to the ground his face slamming into the cold stone. Oh that is definitely going to bruise the blonde thought to himself, rubbing his cheek softly.

February 29th, 1994. The Hufflepuff Dormitories. 9:48am.

Penelope bit her bottom lip slightly, adjusting the length of her flower printed dress. The dress really showed off her curves coming to mid thigh flowing around her slightly, along with a brown purse displayed across her chest a pair of white shoes being the final touch to her outfit. Her curls framed her makeup covered face neatly, pushing the frame of her glasses further up her nose before hurriedly making her way down the stairs to meet her boyfriend in the Great Hall. Today was their anniversary, and they were planning on going to Hogsmeade and spending their evening there. The moment the curly haired girl had reached the Courtyard full of other students waiting for the clock to hit 10 so they could leave, she spotted her blonde haired boyfriend nearly running over to him.

"Neville!" At the mention of his name, he turned to face the direction of her voice the smile being wiped off his face entirely making her come to a stop. Neville's face flashed red, pushing his way through the crowd making his way as far away from the girl as possible stopping to meet to his friends a couple of ways from her. Her chest tightened the smile on her face falling, gripping onto her purse staring after the green eyed boy shifting her weight on the balls of her feet. Penelope brushed her curls away from her face looking around at all the familiar faces feeling a stinging sensation making its way to her eyes, blinking away the tears making her way out of the Great Hall but before she could get close to the entrance a hand wrapped around her small wrist. Her tear filled eyes locked with a familiar pair of grey ones, nearly bursting into tears but she only managed to let out a loud exhale. The sound of Filch's voice caught her attention, pulling away from the grey eyed boy making her way outside the hem of her dress fluttering around her thighs as she began making her way to the trail, trying to avoid the large groups of people. Draco practically had to sprint to catch up to the short witch, receiving odd looks from people around them. He came to her side, nudging her with his shoulder in an attempt to grab her attention.

"Petal... are you alright-"

"No. I can't even pretend that I am. Today is Neville and I's anniversary, and we were supposed to go to Hogsmeade together, but when I tried to greet him this morning he completely brushed me off. Did I do something wrong? Draco... I-I don't know maybe I'm overreacting-" Penelope's voice cracked feeling the warm tears run down her cheeks, wiping away at the tears rather hastily looking down at the floor. The blonde wrapped his arm around her letting her cry into his pitch black button up, rubbing small circles on her back holding her close to his chest. Her heavy breathing quieted down for a minute, clutching at his coat softly pulling away from him.

"Sorry about your shirt..."

"Petal, don't apologize. You are in no position to be apologizing. Would you like to spend this evening with me? I understand if you would want to go back inside, and I respect that-"

"I'd love to, Draco" The girl muttered out meekly, waving her wand at her face feeling her makeup become lighter and as crisp as she had done it in the morning. Draco took this chance to admire the small smile on her lips, jutting out his arm to the girl a grin making its way onto his face her arm looping with his leaning her head on his shoulder. He let her rest on him, feeling the morning breeze blow over their faces the scent of honey and cinnamon filling his nostrils as she nuzzled closer to him. The only sounds that surrounded the pair were the sounds of people chattering as they passed by them, and the loud laughter of the kids goofing around and trying to race each other to the gate.

May 26th, 1994. Hogsmeade. 11:29am

The cool evening air hit her rosy cheeks, her feet making her way out of the warm store full of enticing sweets. She let out a happy sigh, clutching her bag of treats closer to her side turning to face the grey eyed boy who had made his way over to her. Penelope flashed him a toothy smile, shoving him playfully making her way down the stone path. Her eyes scanned the pretty colors swirling with the pretty clouds, feeling herself relax as she watched the fluffy clouds float by. The curly haired girl was so entranced by the evening sky she hadn't noticed the large group of people making their way out of the Hog's Head pub. Before Draco could warn her, she had crashed into a group of 6 people sending her flying to the floor. A loud squeak left her lips, scrambling up from the floor her cheeks blazing red.

"Watch where you're going" At the harsh sound of a familiar voice, she turned to face Ginny who was helping Neville off the floor glaring at the small girl. Penelope clutched her bag of sweets, taking a step back eyeing her group of friends her heart physically breaking at the harsh looks they were giving her. She chewed on her bottom lip anxiously peering up at Draco whose face was stone hard and staring out at them, his hand buried in his pocket where his wand remained.

"I-I'm sorry."

"You have no reason to apologize. If you even think about laying a finger on her let alone look at her-"

"Draco it's okay. I'm sorry to bother, I'll see you guys later," At the sound of Draco's mouth starting to sputter more incoherent curse words at the group, she hastily grabbed onto his clothed arm and dragged him further away from the group. Her heavy breathing had quieted down significantly, subconsciously tightening her grip on Draco's sleeve leaning into his shoulder letting their quiet footsteps be the only sound in the woods.

"Is everything alright?" He murmured, letting his voice drift across the evening air looking down at the brunette beneath him. She nodded softly, letting her free hand grab a hold of the fence in front of her scanning the beautiful colors streaking the sky. It had only been 2 months since Neville and her had broken up, and she was rather conflicted on her feelings. She was heartbroken about her breakup but after spending so much time with the boy beside her she began wondering if she had started growing feelings for him. Penelope picked at the paint chipping off the fence, her heart beat racing trying to think of a way to ask the tall boy next to her a rather complicated question.

"Draco? C-can I try something?"

"Of course," At the mere murmur of his words she turned to face the blonde, cupping his chiseled cheeks and pressing her plump lips against his. His lips parted instantly, his body stilling as a million thoughts coursed through his mind. Draco's eyes fluttered shut reciprocating the motions of their lips moving together, tentatively wrapping his arms around her waist. The pair remained in their state of bliss for a moment, letting the bright colors light up the sky in front of them as they become one with one another.

That kiss had answered all of her questions. Those kisses she had shared with the green eyed boy felt so bland compared the blonde whose arms were holding onto her tightly. This kiss felt like an atomic bomb unlike the small fluttering in her stomach she usually felt after kissing Neville.

“W-what was that?”

“A kiss-”

“Penelope,” Draco breathed out keeping her a couple inches from his as he searched her eyes for an answer, trying not to get his hopes up. She sighed clamping her eyes shut as she felt her nerves overwhelm her.

“I like you. A lot more than I thought I originally did... I-I get it if you don’t feel the same way. I just had to get that off my chest,”

“Are you blind, Davey”

“A little,” Penelope mumbled playfully motioning towards the glasses framing her face, to which Draco chuckled at leaning in to rest his forehead against her, “why do you ask?”

“I figured you of all people would have noticed that I have had the biggest crush on you ever since I bumped into you and Potter at Diagon Alley. But, I never pulled a move because that’s not the kind of man I am. Now that you are no longer taken, and I know for a fact you won’t reject me.... would you like to go on a date with me, Penelope David?” Penelope felt a grin creeping onto her face nodding her head rather eagerly to the blonde, bringing the boy into a kiss, melting into his touch as he gripped her hips pulling her close. They stood there swaying back and forth as the spring wind blew through their hair, enjoying the peaceful silence as they finally had everything out in the open.

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1. “Don’t you say that… not you” 2. “I know it’s 3 in the morning, but I can’t find my cat” 3. “Make me” 4. “Is that my shirt?” 5. “If you walk out that door… don’t you ever come back” 6. “Don’t you die on me” 7. “Please… just leave me alone” 8. “I can’t keep fighting like this” 9. “I need you” 10. “Where were you when I needed you?” 11. “Will you just shut up for a minute and let me think?!” 12. “I just want you to be happy” 13. “It’s time to say goodbye” 14. “Please…stay…” 15. “I don’t want to hurt you” 16. “Just shut up and kiss me” 17. “Ignore me, I didn’t see anything” 18. “I wish I could stop loving you” 19. “I’m scared” 20. “I’ll protect you no matter what… even if it kills me” 21. “You knocked on my door at 1 in the morning, to cuddle?” 22. “I can’t do this without you” 23. “Love is stupid” 24. “I trusted you” 25. “No, please don’t!” 26. “I’m not gonna let you get yourself killed!” 27. “I’m with you okay? Always” 28. “I thought you loved me” 29. “I told you this would happen” 30. “What? You think you’re the only one suffering?” 31. “You’re alive?!” 32. “Don’t you try and pin this on me!” 33. “Why are you like this?” 34. “If you really love me, you’ll let me go” 35. “Why are you looking at me like that” 36. “I hate you” 37. “Because I love you god damn it!” 38. “Oh well good for you” 39. “I’m not gonna keep having this conversation” 40. “I could hold you forever” 41. “Every time I see you, I fall in love with you all over again” 42. “This is hard for me too” 43. “Squeeze my hand if you can hear me” 44. “Close your eyes” 45. “Will you marry me?” 46. “I’m in love…shit” 47. “Go on, I dare you” 48. “Kiss me.” 49. “I’d rather die” 50. “Please… I need you”

vines that i haven’t seen in any compilations yet

part 2 | part 3 | animal vines

The Girl with the Golden Eyes | Draco Malfoy x Reader

November 26th, 1993. The Courtyard. 3:37 pm.

Olive thrust her wand towards the white haired boy, a protective shield hovering in front of his scrunched up face deflecting the spell, flashing a quick grin as it bounced off and sped towards the red head. Ron didn't have a chance to react before his own spell came bouncing back, his body jolting rather aggressively before being flung backwards. A slight movement caught her eye, turning towards the bushy haired girl, Hermione, who had her wand pointed at the short haired witch. Her face was flushed, the grip on her wand was tight eyeing the girl up and down noticing she wasn't wearing school robes. The girl who had just knocked Ron off his feet had a pair of jeans on, that were ripped and a white t-shirt tucked into the dark denim. Over her outfit she had a dark cloak, that resembled something Professor Snape would wear, the cloak coming to just above the ground, skimming over the tall slivers of grass on the ground.

"Who do you think you are?” Hermione questioned, taking small steps towards the unknown girl whose eyes were eyeing her wearily. Students had crowded around the two girls, whispers and murmurs were heard as they came closer together. The tension was heavy in the air, as they both eyed each other rather intensely. Draco had made his way up onto his feet, an unreadable expression on his face his eyes wide as he eyed Olive angrily glaring at the Golden Trio. The two guys were eyeing their bushy haired friend, wands drawn in case they needed to use them against the girl with the wide grin on her face.

"The name is Olive. Ya know, you shouldn't cast spells at people where everyone can see, Weasley. Draco may talk a lot of bull, but he knows how to duel. Did you really expect to have a father like his, and not know how to defend yourself?" A crisp southern accent cut through the everlasting silence, swiftly pocketing her wand brushing her short curls out of her face. Taking a few strides away from the three her robes flowing behind her much like someone they knew, slowing her movements down before coming to a complete stop on the cracked stone turning on her heel a smile on her face.

"Oh and have a good day.”

November 26th, 1993. The Astronomy Tower. 10:58 pm.

A loud laugh left her lips as she flung her body off the Astronomy Tower, feeling the harsh winds slap her face rather fiercely the familiar pain coursing through her body, her body shifting rather rapidly. The previously tan skin, was now covered in vibrantly red feathers small slivers of gold embedded into the softness of her body. High above her the moon was was shining brightly, illuminating the ground below her soaring body, her wings giving strong strokes against the wind, heading towards the outskirts of the forest.

Quietly shifting back as she spotted a head of white hair making its way over to her his grey eyes scanning his surrounding, a tight grip on his wand, she jumped down from the tops of the tree rather harshly and landing on her feet right in front of the frightened boy. She grinned, tilting his wand down to the ground before he attempted to shoot any spells at her, wrapping her arms around the grey eyed boy she'd grown fond of. Draco placed his wand away, hurriedly pressing a long awaited kiss to her lips a sense of warmth washed over the girl before hungrily kissing him back, eyes fluttering close pulling her flushed body against his, deepening the kiss. Olive giggled, running her fingers through his gel free hair enjoying the feeling of his toned arms around her waist. After a short couple of minutes, they finally detached from one another their lips swollen an amused glint in their eyes.

"I've missed you,"

"What took you so long, petal?"

"I wanted to finish my mission first, before I came back. It took a while, and I'm sorry but Dumbledore got me sorted, privately of course, and I'm glad to announce that you're looking at a 4th Year Hufflepuff. Gah I've been wanting to go to this school for years, and I get to finally spend these next few years with my lovely 3rd Year boyfriend, " Olive mockingly teased her boyfriend, entwining their hands having already started walking to their 'spot', which coincidentally happened to be where they first met. He let out a scoff, a teasing sound in his voice earned himself a smack on the back of the head by the curly haired witch. Olive knew she wasn't older than Draco, if anything she was younger than him by a couple of months. Currently he was in his 4th Year at Hogwarts but she just so happened to have started school early so she was ahead of him but not enough to be a year ahead so she just took advanced classes, that truly ticked him off at first but he found it as a way to show off his girl. She loved to call him a 3rd Year, as a way to push his buttons, but he found it adorable that his girlfriend who happened to be younger than him, was ahead of him school wise. A chuckle left his lips, leaning down to peck her lips apologetically, lightly pulling away from her soft touch. His body stumbling forward as she grabbed a hold of his collar, his eyes growing wide. Her tiny hands pulled him closer to her, their lips crashing into each other one again.

"Beautiful...absolutely gorgeous. Never letting you leave my side ever again," Mumbling against her lips, peppering her face with soft wet kisses sending the witch into a fit of giggles. She playfully smacked his chest, a wide grin on her face as he tightened his grip on her waist effortlessly lifting her off the ground. The wind ruffled her hair, vision becoming blurry from the quick movement. Draco's laughter grew as he twirled her around in the autumn air, his grip on her body was tight afraid to let his girl drop. Both of their laughter's echoed through the peaceful silence, subsiding slowly when he let her back onto the plush grass.

"Show me what I've been missing out on, petal..." His sultry voice sent shivers down her spine, warm lips pressing onto her rather cold cheek pulling away too quickly for her liking. Olive ripped her robes off, the dark fabric falling onto the grass a dark grey sweater adorning her body nicely. Her tan legs on display from the skirt flowing freely from the wind, a pair of long grey knee high socks hiding her toned calves. Clasping her hands together, a familiar prickling sensation rushed down to her palms, shutting her eyes rapidly drawing her hands apart as a trail of flames emitted from her palms. The flickering flames licked their way up her arms growing increasingly bigger, the orange hue framing Draco's face his eyes wide in amazement.The last time he had seen her powers was in 1st Year, and at the time she had small tricks up her sleeves, but by the sight of the ever growing flames he had noticed that her powers had grown in a such a short period of time and it was incredible. 

The young girl twirled her fingers, creating beautiful intricate designs in the open space between Draco and her before she pointed her arms into the sky, the vibrant flames coursing up into the starry night. A huge burst of flames exploded, but no sound came from the burst of the fire, the flame fading into tiny specks of light falling over the two but diminishing before touching the ground.

November 27th, 1993. The Great Hall. 10:54 am.

Making her way into the Great Hall, eyeing all the side eyes she was receiving letting her feet take her over to her table plopping on an empty spot on the bench, hastily opening the book she was reading the night before. Olive managed to find the page she had left of on, humming triumphantly adjusting her current position before going for a bowl of grapes in front of her, popping a few into her mouth. Her small slender fingers fiddled with the aging book, her eyes scanning the words on the page turning the tethered paper noticing a slight movement out of the corner of her eye. Nearly jumping out of her skin as two identical twins sat in front of her, their identical grins staring back at her. Olive hurriedly swallowed the last of her grapes, closing the book in front of her staring back and forth between the two of them to make sure her eyes weren't deceiving her.

"Never seen you before but you seem too old to be a first year-"

"-what year are you in? Is everything swell?"Her eyebrow raised, a smile making its way onto her face amused at how they finished each other sentences. They both happened to have Ron's hair, and the piercing dark eyes they lacked the freckles, but she could tell easily tell where Ron got his mannerisms from by seeing how these twins walked up her, and spoke to her like they had been friends for years. Mischief was evident in their eyes, both hands placed in front of them, clasped together on the wooden table eyeing her tentatively.

"I'm a 5th Year, and Hogwarts is amazing so far thank you for asking. But you two just happened to make it a hell of a lot better," Olive teased, popping another grape into her mouth seeing one of the twins flush a light pink but he maintained the smug look on his face, while the other twin winked at her flirtatiously. She rolled her eyes, leaning her face into one of her palms eyeing the two swiping her tongue across her ruby colored lips, "Now who might you two be,"

"I'm Fred. He's George."

"You forgot our last names, Freddie"

"Blimey, right. It's Weasley, sorry love,"

By the time Olive had decided it was time to leave, it was nearly noon. She finished waving bye to the fiery heads of red hair as she went around the corner when she was flung to the floor, her body smacking onto the stone rather hard feeling a stinging sensation spreading down her legs. Her eyes narrowed at the figure in front of her before softening her glare, locking eyes with a pair of stunning grey eyes. The boy standing in front of her had white blonde hair that happened to fall over his eyes, his face seemed stern and full of such cockiness, a familiar face she had grown accustomed to him putting on, made a grin make its way onto her face. His hand grasped her hand, helping her back on her feet rather swiftly his eyes scanning her up and down checking for any bruises or cuts he may have caused.

"Petal... you alright?" His voice murmured quietly, cupping her face with his right hand while his other found a place on her waist eyeing her eyes for any sign of discomfort, the group of people behind him looked confused as to why Draco was associating himself with someone other than his own house. Olive reached up to brush some of his blonde hair away from his face, giving him a warm smile showing that she was alright his hand squeezing her right hip lovingly.

"No need for that. I'm fine, see? Nothing is broken, nothing is scratched. My butt kinda hurts, but besides that everything's alright," She mused, a teasing tone in her voice noting the way his eyes had softened, stroking his thumb across her soft cheek. His grey eyes locked with her dark brown eyes, visibly relaxing as she stated that she was alright. Wrapping his arms fully around the girl, kissing her forehead instead of giving into her luscious lips that called for him, not being very fond of public display of affection.

"Mind walking me to class, petal?"

"Of course not. Lead the way,"

December 16th, 1993. The Hufflepuff Dormitories. 10:49 pm.

Olive shifted uncomfortably in her bed, the comforter was pooled around the foot of the bed, her body radiating heat. No matter how many layers she removed, the overwhelming sense of heat still surrounded her. Her small hands rubbed at her tired eyes, sitting up on her bed eyeing the dark dorm room grabbing her black school robe putting it over one of the T-shirts that she borrowed from one of the twins, tugging on a pair of shorts knowing it wouldn’t be a good idea to walk around half naked. Her bare feet made small sounds as they padded down the stairs, her wand in her hand, eyeing the empty common room double checking every inch of the room to make sure no one else was around to see her leave. Feeling her body stumble as she tripped over a step, smacking her hands onto the floor groaning in discomfort ignoring the pain in her palms, heaving herself off of the floor making her way near the entrance to the common room.

Picking up her lightened wand, muttering nox softly the light fading quickly. Waving her wand over herself, seeing her body slowly fade into the background behind her, quietly making her way out of the common room eyeing her surroundings to check for Filch or his cat. The blown out candles around the hallways made the place seem eerie, but she brushed off the odd sensation jogging up the stone stairs to the Astronomy Tower trying to stay as quiet as possible. A cold sensation washed over her bare feet from the night air, getting increasingly colder the further up the stairs she went, her body slowly fading back once she made it all the way to the top. The tower overlooked the school grounds, at such a perfect angle it always always caught her off guard every time she made her way back to the lonesome tower, the way the wind blew through the trees like water running over rocks seemed extremely soothing to the young girl.

"Good evening, Ms. Black " The sound of someone muttering her name made the young girl jump toward the source of the sound, locking eyes with a pair of grey blue eyes. His smile relaxed her tremendously, running her fingers through her tousled curls letting out a breath she never knew she was holding. The tall professor had his hands tucked into his pockets eyeing the girl sitting on the edge of the Astronomy Tower, her bare legs dangling in the cold autumn wind. He gestured to an empty spot beside her, the girl scooted over patting the spot beside her a smile tugging at his lips sitting down beside her.

"Mornin' Professor... what are you doing out of bed so early?" Olive joked tiredly, eyes looking over at the young professor whose face was now adorning a playful smile, his fingers messing with his worn out cardigan. A soft chuckle left his lips, giving her a teasing look making Olivia smile, looking out into the night sky.

"Funny you may ask... I was fixing on asking you the same thing, Ms. Black..." His deep voice let out, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he eyed her curiously. She let out a deep sigh, leaning against the wall to her left, enjoying the prickling sensation the cold stone bricks felt against her warm face, looking out into the night. The stars twinkled happily, dancing around the moon that happened to be half full her hands yearning to reach out and hold the clump of rock. The night sky was fairly clear expect for a few grey clouds scattered throughout the sky, barely skimming over the surface of the moon.

"It was hot in my dorm room so I couldn't fall asleep, which is why I went to the place where I go at the end of the week to... let loose,"

"Let loose?" Confusion laced Remus' voice, as he eyed the girl who looked to be deep in thought, his mind racing with endless possibilities to the significance of her words. Olive looked over at her professor, deciding whether she would be able to trust the young man with the everlasting amount of scars or not. Closing her eyes letting out a deep breath feeling her shoulders relax, placing her hand off the to the side hearing the small clatter of her wand as it skimmed the stone floor, hurriedly picking up the wand to make sure it didn’t fall off the edge of the tower.

"Can I trust you with a secret of mine? And do you promise to not tell my secret, Professor?"

"I solemnly swear" Those three words were enough for her, opening her eyes nodding her head to him who was giving her a warm smile. Heart racing slightly as she stood up from her previous sitting position handing her wand to Remus, his hand wrapping around the wand gently eyeing her cautiously once more. Olive chuckled to herself imagining what was fixing to run through his mind the moment she stepped off the tower, taking a few steps forward her toes hovering over the ledge before throwing herself off the tower the sound of someone screaming her name behind her made her laugh loudly, the wing blocking out the panicking tone of his voice. The familiar sensation of her body morphing quickly took place, her wings flapping graceful taking her further up into the air letting out a loud caw. Cool wind ruffled her feathers, the stars seemingly closer than before, diving down towards her Professor landing further into the tower shifting back to her human form, her chest heaving up and down from the adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Remus' heart flew out of his chest when the girl threw herself off the Astronomy Tower, calling after her scrambling onto his feet. Before he knew what was happening, the girl quickly morphed into a Phoenix. Her vibrant red feathers standing out in the dark, small glints of light shining off of her from the moonlight hitting them perfectly as she flew around gracefully. There was something satisfying about seeing this flash of red in a sea of dark colors, that he found very amusing. Remus had to admit to himself that he was positive that she knew damn well the reaction he would give to her jumping off the tower, and he applauded her for her dark sense of humor.

"Ms. Black... how in the-"

"Professor if I may," She cut him off, a knowing look in her eyes as she eyed the bewildered wizard whose mouth was parted open. His eyes were wide and full of amazement, his mouth slowly forming into a giant grin, "I've been an animagus since I was very young. I guess it was one of the many powers I received that night, but you can't tell anyone... god only knows what would happen if anyone found out"

"M-many powers?"

"Oh this is just scraping the surface of what you have left to see, Professor"

December 20th, 1993. Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. 2:09 pm.

"Today, we will be working with boggarts. Can anyone tell me what a..." Professor Lupin's voice faded while Olive stared at the dresser in front of her, her eyes wide. Having faced a boggart multiple times she knew what her biggest fear was, and never wanted to face that for as long as she could avoid it. She knew the people in the closet would change, especially since her friends had become a big part in her life along with the professors she had gotten close to. Olive regretted coming in here to help assist Professor Lupin, sending daggers to the scarred man who paid no attention to the glaring girl. Her body tensed up, locking eyes with Draco who sent her a reassuring smile winking at her. That small wink made her relax slightly but she still remained tense, snapping back to reality managing to catch the last few words of Professor Lupin's speech.

"-now if everyone could please line up behind Ms. Black," Olive glared down at the floor feeling her heart race immensely, paying no attention to the noises of everyone shuffling to get in position behind her. Professor Lupin nodded towards the young girl, whose face was unreadable her brown eyes were staring straight ahead at the dresser. Reaching into her robes, pulling out her wand keeping a serious expression on her face gripping onto her wand tighter. Remus flicked his wand a joyous smile on his face rather happy to be teaching his favorite lesson, taking a bite out of his apple eyeing the dresser as the door opened slowly.

A hand clasped around the edge of the door, pushing the door open further the tension growing in the small classroom. The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the room as Olive appeared from behind the door, small gasps leaving the mouths of the students confusion evident on their faces. The short haired witches eyes narrowed as she locked eyes with herself, but the eyes staring back at her were golden, nothing like her dark brown eyes. The boggart version of herself was covered in blood but something told Olive it wasn't hers by the murderous look in her eyes, as well as the orbs hovering above her head.

7 different colored orbs.

A vibrant green representing the power of the Earth, baby blue representing the power of Water, bright red for the power of Fire, while a grey white orb off to the right side of her face showed the power of Air.

A deep purple orb was right at the top of her head illumination her face representing the power of Mind Reading, and further off to her right, the black orb stood for the power of Shape Shifting, and the last orb was a vibrant yellow for the power of Strength.

The dead bodies of her friends had slowly started appearing out of thin air the moment the other Olive stepped out of the closet, the two red headed twins who she befriended both had blood coming from their mouths, the ghost of an everlasting smile engraved onto their pale faces, the Golden Trio were slumped over one another. Draco was hovering over the air closest to her his body drained off blood, his pale skin was now stark white and his hair looked dead and limp as it hung from his face. Her heart shattered at the familiar image of her boyfriend, her jaw clenching tightly raising her wand higher. Harry's scar was carved in rather sloppily, small trickles of blood covering his face his eyes gauged out laying scattered a couple feet away, a heavy feeling swimming over her heart. The familiar red headed boy was covered in soot, baby blue eyes were now a grey color having lost all signs of life in them. His skin was practically white, except for the smudges of Hermione's blood and dirt covering half of his body, the mark on his chest showing the cause of his death. The bushy haired girl, who she had become quite fond of, was dismembered, her head placed messily on Harry's lap her mouth wide open with the eyes wide. Eyeing her bleeding body, Olive clamped her eyes shut to avoid seeing the remaining people scattered around the classroom completely lifeless, pointing her wand at the boggart flicking her wand.

"Riddikulus! Bloody hell-Riddikulus! If you don't fucking change, I will-" Olive's angry voice cut through the silence, the boggart shifting to a never ending amount of exploding fireworks. The pinks and purples illuminating her face, shoving her wand into her robes swiftly making her way out of the room leaving the stunned students in the classroom. 

Hermione had tears in her eyes as she clutched onto both Ron and Harry's hands, who also happened to be in shock. Harry turned to his friends giving them a everlasting look to reassure himself that they were both okay and standing in front of him, a gut wrenching sensation spread from deep in his chest to every inch of his body from staring at his dead friends feeling an immense pity for the short haired witch.

After a short couple of minutes of walking in silence, she wound up in front of Snape's classroom the familiar stabbing pain making it's way through her body making her barge into his room avoiding the side eyes she was receiving from his students. Snape's scowl was replaced by a concerned look, as he eyed the panting girl with tears in her eyes snapping back to his usual demeanor to face his students. His arm lifted, his wand in hand flicking his wrist expertly eyeing his students with the usual scowl who looked around rather lost as to why their potions disappeared so suddenly.

"Class dismissed... write a 9 inch parchment over the potion you chose to create. Don't get used to getting early dismissal, now go!" His harsh tone sent the 3rd years scrambling to grab their belongings, making their way steadily out of the classroom the sound of hushed whispers and clattering of shoes on the stone floor quickly faded as the door closed shut before them.

Snape turned to face Olive whose breathing had gotten harsh, her eyes clamped shut a tight grip on her robes. His features softened reaching out to the girl before she let out a guttural cry, his heart clenching at the unfamiliar sound. Olive's legs gave out, the sound of her knees hitting the ground did nothing for her and no pain compared to the pain she was experiencing at that very moment.

"H-help me..." Before another word left her mouth, he cast a quick muffliato around the room eyeing the girl as her body was flung into the air her body hovering over the air. An ear piercing scream left her mouth, the sharp ringing echoed loudly in his ears shuffling back a couple steps. Waving his wand, a few vials of a deep purple colored potion floated onto his desk, glistening from a small crack of light coming into his room. Severus cast a patronus, staring the doe with an intense stare as he explained the current situation to the professors, the doe splitting up into many speeding off to their destinations leaving the room. A deep pain resonated deep within Snape, hating the fact that all that he could do was watch his goddaughter scream, and not be able to do anything to stop her pain. Olive knew what would happen if she had let her guard down, the powers would take over and she tried her hardest to avoid that. Having only experienced this pain for a millisecond before her mother stepped in, but this pain was only growing. Like you were burning from the inside out except this burning wouldn’t stop, leaving her in a state of no control as her body morphed.

"Fiat ein requiem. Nein requiem meam. Relinquo." Dumbledore's voice echoed throughout the room, her screams subsided almost right away her body slowly floating down to the floor. The stone floor helped soothe the burning sensation on her warm skin, eyes fluttering open blinking away the blurriness. Madam Pomfrey scurried over to the girl sprawled on the stone floor, grabbing Severus' potion uncorking the vial crouching down to the glowing girl. A soft cry left her lips, parting her mouth for the rich purple liquid to trickle down her throat, feeling the coldness from the potion quickly spreading, starting from her throat all the way up to her flushed cheeks, the sensation making it's way down to her hands and feet.

Remus eyed the girl, Olive's pained body was now resembling her boggart. Her biggest fear... was standing right before him. The waist length locks, small braids in her hair with tiny slivers of gold braided into the hair. Golden eyes were scanning her surroundings, a new aurora surrounding the small girl. Olive locked eyes with Remus, his features looked shock with a bit of sympathy laced in his grey-blue eyes. A small grunt emitted from her throat feeling her body regain control of her actions, letting out a small hiss while trying to sit up, the sound of someone making their way over to her didn't go unnoticed by Olive. Remus wrapped his arm around the pained girl, feeling her body relax at his touch helping the trembling girl back onto her feet, giving her a reassuring smile.

"They took over... I c-couldn't stop it. When I saw myself- I let my guard down long enough for them to take over..." Olives voice croaked out, her eyes widening at how smooth her voice had gotten. Tilting her head to the rings littered across her fingers, the emeralds seemingly familiar to the orbs she saw earlier. Four rings were on both hands, one of the larger rings was closest to her knuckle on her left hand ring finger, a smaller ring snug on her pinky, the Mind Reading stone and the Shape Shifting stone. On her thumb on her right hand hand had a thicker ring with small engravings of waves into the silver, that happened to be the Water stone, and the ring on her middle finger was the Fire stone. The glint of a gold chain hanging around her ankle catching her attention, paying attention to the Earth stone that was split up to form a small heart on her leg. A stinging sensation was brought to her ear, taking small steps forward, the chatter between the adults fading from her mind as she made her way over to a mirror, tucking a strand of her new found long hair behind her ear. Two earrings were embedded into her soft skin, a small stud of the Air stone was in her first hole while the Strength stone was shining brightly behind the stud, as a tiny vine made out of an amber cupped her other ear.

December 22nd, 1993. Hogwarts Corridor. 12:05 pm.

Olivia had her hair braided into two long braids that went down her back, shuffling outside the Great Hall entrance waiting for her two twins to show up. Albus helped her place a charm over her eyes to hide the bright gold, but no matter how many times she chopped her hair off it instantly grew back. The Hogwarts uniform seemed rather bland on her body compared to the intense beauty radiating off of her, her white button up was perfectly hiding how her skin shone brightly. Her earrings were on full display, but she quite liked how it made her seem along with the rings on her tanned fingers. A cough to her left made her head snap to the startling sound, relaxing as she locked eyes with the twins.

"What happened to your short hair?" Fred teased, reaching out a hand to twirl a loose curl around his finger enjoying the way it curled around his long finger perfectly. A grin made it's way onto her face bringing one of the braids to the front, sending Fred a playful wink. George noted how she carried herself differently, she no longer had that tiny sliver of timidness when she first met them. Olive radiated of confidence and authority, something George wasn't accustomed to but he liked how she seemed much happier now.

"A spell gone wrong, but it's fine. Would you like to go in or are we going to be enjoying our food out here?" The twins nodded happily, each wrapping an arm around the younger Hufflepuff whose face was sporting a massive grin. Olive opened the door with the flick of her wand, the two redheaded twins letting out a loud whistle, eyeing the chattering students who were scattered throughout the Great Hall, a few people stared at the three before turning their attention back to their friends. Fred kissed her cheek cheekily, unwrapping his arm from around her, making his way over to Lee Jordan, a boy she'd been introduced to at the beginning of the school year shortly after she met the twins.

Olive turned to face the other twin whose face was a light pink, giving her a soft smile walking her over to her seat. She's always sat near the far end side of the table, closest to the Professors table, either by herself or surrounded by the friends she had made so far into the school year. George and Olive plopped down, enjoying their lunch before George tried to steal the last sandwich his long fingers almost succeeding if it weren't for the short witch slapping his hand.

December 22nd, 1993. The Great Hall. 12:47 pm.

"-and then... and then he slipped in the middle of the dance!" A loud snort left Olive's lips as she tried to contain her laughter, slapping her hand over her reddening face. George had just finished explaining what happened at Yule Ball practice with Fred and his date, his face almost as red as his fiery red hair. Fred had managed to slip on his foot sending him and the girl he was dancing with, tumbling to the floor along with other dancers around them. He wasn't able to look at the girl the same, avoiding mentioning it ever happened and attempted to send spells at anyone who dared to speak of it, which made Olive rather proud of her red headed friend. Placing her hand on George's shoulder trying to muffle her laughter, feeling the soft chuckles subside her cheeks cooling down slightly.

"That was great" Olive chocked out, grasping the golden goblet in front of her taking a small sip of the cooling liquid inside. Setting the goblet down on the dark oak table, shifting to face the grinning boy who happened to already be staring at her. His eyes twinkled in amusement leaning forward slightly to push a strand of her hair back, caressing her cheek softly. Olive felt a tingling sensation spread down to her hands, her breath hitching scooting back from the boys touch. A flash of hurt flashed across his eyes setting his hand back onto the table, taking a swig from his goblet a small trickle of the orange liquid trickled down his throat. Her small fingers reached out to wipe away the liquid, seeing his body tense up slowly setting the metal down, eyeing her cautiously as she inched her way closer to him, cupping his hand into her softly.

"Sorry for pulling away, Georgie... I couldn't have you kissing me because-"

"Because she's got a boyfriend, Weasel. Now get lost" The sound of Draco's voice made her hands quickly detach themselves from Georges, turning her head to look up at his seething face. The sunlight coming from the windows up above made his milky skin have a golden hue to it, his grey eyes were nearly pitch black and narrowed at the red head. Georges face hardened standing up from his position, his body towering over the 4th Year Slytherin, the sound of someone running over to them caught her attention but as she went to turn toward the sound of the footsteps Fred had popped up beside his twin glaring at Draco.

"Back off, Malfoy. Wouldn't want to hurt you in front of our little friend now would we...?" Fred's voice was laced with anger, his eyes darkening as he twirled his wand in front of him cocking his eyebrow at the white haired boy. Draco instinctively tugged his wand out pointing it at the slightly shorter Weasley twin, jabbing his chest harshly before they were both throw back from one another, both of their bodies slamming onto the floor feeling the painful sensation creeping up their backs.

Olive's face was stone hard her brown eyes were now a light golden color, not as vibrant as they had been last night but they were enough to show the change in her. Tucking her wand back into her robe, reaching a hand out to Draco seeing as George had already helped his other half up. Draco's eyes were apologetic, eyes widening as he scanned her golden eyes before he could say anything she had already muttered the spell her headmaster had taught her letting her eyes turn back to normal. Swiveling on her heels to face the twins, giving them an apologetic smile reaching out a hand to the taller twin, grasping her tiny hand in his large hand.

"Thank you for standing up for me, Freddie but you didn't have to... Draco can get overprotective at times but he doesn't mean any harm-"

"Are you defending that...bloody ferret-"

"-after he knocked me back?"

"I knocked you both back, Fred. And don't call him that." Olive gave him a soft smile, patting his hand gently giving him a warm smile. Their faces looked completely an utterly lost, as they eyed the two, before realization washed over George. His eyes softened slightly, letting out a deep sigh as he pulled his hand out of his pocked running his fingers through his long hair. Fred eyed the white haired boy noticing the look he had on his face as he eyed the girl standing before him, proving to him that he truly did care for her. The only reason he knew that just by looking at the two of them, was because Fred always caught his twin brother looking at the curly haired witch in the exact same way.

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