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I head canon that the snakelets have a list of little selfmade spells or potions they invented over the years.

They include:

various make up potions - invented by pansy

Skincare potions - invented by milicent

Hair grow / hair remover potions - invented by daphne

various clothing hexes such as

Spell to make clothes apear tighter or wider at certain bodyparts - invented by Theo

Cooling and warming charms - invented by draco

Anti sweat mark charm - invented by vincent

Anti Cathair charms - invented by milicent

Waterproof/fireproof spell for furniture, clothes and parchments - invented by blaise

(After he got paired with Finnigan for a potions assignment)

Charms to avoid green stains from cheap jewelry

A magic battery that allows MP3-Players and other elecyronics to work in hogwarts - invented by Theodore and Y/N

Anti-potion drops- a self made potion that detects cheap love potions and basic partydrugs in drinks and food - invented by the girls in year 6 after the weasleys wizard wheezes started selling their potions

Magnetic spell that makes objects magnetic to the place they belong to - invented by blaise because all his friends are chaotic af

Onion Headlines and Harry Potter Characters part 27/?

It's the first year back at Hogwarts after the War. Most students have returned to finish their education, some just forgot that they CAN leave Hogwarts.

The second years are the hardest to watch. They are only 12, still learning basic runes, and yet they can describe how to cast a crucio curse in detail.

They show their scars off like medals of courage to the older students. The Heros that fought in The Battle! Neville simply pulls them into a hug. Seamus avoids them like the plague, so that they don't see him crying. Every one of their scars is proof that he failed.

Ginny- she can't avoid them, not like Seamus, and she's never been the comforting one; that's Neville's job. But she can protect them. She doesn't promise them that He's never going to hurt them-she won't lie to them-but she will always be there when they need a sword or a shield by their side.

The new DA pro-...DADA professor, they still forget sometimes, doesn't know what to think. What can she possibly teach these children. She was naive to think that these soldiers, cause truly what else could they be called, would be able to hide their flinches or the way they shield the younger students from her, but all she can do is TRY to make them feel safe in a classroom again.

Looking at Mr.Finnigan, who can't bring himself to step inside her classroom half the time, she wonders if these halls will ever be home again. Can home and hell be the same place?

Dean doesn't remember.

When is his parents anniversary? Dad's favorite color is blue, or was it yellow? His youngest sister is either 7 or 8. He can't remember. He can draw Seamus from memory. Until he can't. Hogwarts is the first sketch in his sketchbook, but it was burned in the fireplace at Malfoy Manor. Maybe that's why it feels like he's drawing it for the first time.

Luna is floating. Drifting through empty hallways and crowded streets as if they were the same. Skipping class to sit in the cemetery until the sun sets. The professors never scold her. It's ironic how many people come to her to feel grounded when she can't even stomach breakfast most days. Harry, Dean, Neville, Ginny, Dennis, and so many others. Maybe everyone was right. She really is going crazy.

Blaise doesn't understand. Why Theo won't use his last name, Why Draco doesn'tuse his wand, Why Goyle doesn't talk above a whisper. Why that blonde Griffindor, Jasmine? No Lavender, broke down every time she saw the corner of the great hall.

He KNOWS what happened, but he'll never understand.

Filch Can't. Can't yell at them. Can't scold them. Can't look at them. Can't imagine them as the kids that they're supposed to be. Can't remember what those red haired devils looked like smiling.

43. 43 funerals. McGonagall watched as 43 of her students were put to rest. Most in a small cemetery in the forbidden forest. She doesn't cry. Not at Colin Creevy's not at Fred's, not at Remus' or Sirius'. It's been months and she still hasn't cried.

Until she sees Neville pull a first year away from the DADA professor. Ron carrying Hermione to the infirmary after forgetting to eat for days. Pansy shaking at the mere mention of her brothers. Albus always said to not pity the dead, and instead pity the living. She finally understands what he meant.

But the world keeps spinning, maybe a little too fast some days, classes continue, first years are sorted, quidditch is played, and scars fade.

The Slytherin trio

with Malfoy, Pansy and Crabbe. Or Goyle. Idk

the golden trio // made with this picrew

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Little Snakes  🐍

hi! i've written you another request just now. soo how about another one where the gryff reader and draco are enemies -i just love angst i cent help it- everyone is at a party slytherin is hosting and some guys decide to bully y/n and call her a mudblood and maybe jinx her or curse her but she doesnt have her wand and draco comes to help her and maybe takes her to his room and FLUFF

Jinx Me, Why Don't You? | Draco Malfoy x Reader

word count: 1,693 words

warnings: some foul play, cursing, some scenes that might make certain people uncomfortable, fluff!

December 16th, 1996. The Slytherin Common Room. 1:46 am.

The loud chattering of your friends surrounding you was almost unrecognizable, rolling your eyes at their drunken giggles and jabbering. There were currently a group of Hufflepuff girls near you throwing up into a hopefully empty satchel, their slurred giggles making you laugh quietly to yourself taking a sip of your soda. You decided against drinking considering you had to get up early the next morning for an early studying session.

One of your close friends, Blaise Zabini had invited you to his 'All Houses Party' that Slytherin had wanted to host as an end of the year celebration. When you arrived, your friend was chugging the biggest bottle of Firewhisky you had ever seen, practically having to hoist him up as he drunkenly showed you all around the Common Room before rushing upstairs to the bathroom. You weren't sure if it was because he really had to use the restroom, or maybe it was because his face was growing a sickly shade of green.

You shook your head, lifting your cup to your lips not to long before someone smacked it out of your hands harshly, the cold drink going all over your shirt and over the floor leaving your skin tingling from the cold. Locking eyes with a pair of Slytherins who were currently smirking down at you, one of the boys, known as Goyle was taking slow steps towards you. 

"Well don't you look out of place, little Gryffindor."

"I don't think so. Last I checked, they didn't allow roaches on campus, so if anything you're out of place.” You replied rather snappy, trying to wipe off some of the soda off of your shirt with some nearby napkins. You were beyond annoyed, you had worn one of your favorite shirts considering the baby blue fabric complimented you nicely. That bitch, I just got another refill. Goyle grabbed a hold of your hands, tugging you closer a mischievous look in his eye. "Let. Go. Of Me. Or so help me-"

"Watch who you're talking to, you filthy mudblood,"

"I know exactly who I'm talking to, Goyle." The grip on your arm tightened, feeling your breathing growing heavy as you finally took notice of how far off to the side you had wandered off, taking in all the guys currently surrounding you. Vincent Crabbe, Cassius Warrington, and Graham Montague were also eyeing you struggle in Goyle's grip.

"Seems like we need to teach her a little lesson, don't you reckon?" Cassius hummed, his fingers reaching into his robes pulling out his wand a smirk resting on his face. The other boys followed pursuit, watching as Goyle shoved me into an empty nearby dorm room locking the door behind them. You scrambled backwards patting yourself down in search for your wand, cursing at yourself as you came up empty handed. The tight feeling on your chest never ceased, your chest heaving up and down as you kept your eyes on all four guys. You prayed to god they all had the smallest amount of dignity left to where they would't take advantage of you.

"You guys are a nothing but a bunch of pansies-"

"What did you call me?" Graham hissed, his cheeks turning a slight red lifting his wand up to hit the underside of your chin forcing you to look up even further. His sneer was evident, practically snarling at you as you stared him down.

"I called you a little bitch, Warrington-" You barely managed to choke out his last name as a jinx hit your chest, crumbling to the floor as your screams were muffled by Cassius' quick thinking. The sharp pain coursing through your body was nothing like what you had ever experienced, whatever the hell it was, was a close second to feeling like the cruciatus curse. The second you thought the pain had faded, Cassius and Crabbe both hoisted you onto your feet practically having to hold you up as your knees kept buckling underneath you.

"Did you really think we wouldn't do anything?"

"I never thought you even had the balls to hold a wand, Goyle," You smirked through the pain, noting his face growing red as he threw another jinx at you making you grit your teeth in pain as you felt an unbearable heat wash over your already burning frame. The heat felt unreal, burning every little inch from your fingers down to your toes, letting out a small hiss at the small flame on the tip of his wand making his way closer to you. 

"Goyle... what in the world do you think you are doing?" The sound of a familiar voice brought instant relief to you, but it didn't last long considering the two frantic boys dropped your body onto the hard ground making room for the blonde. A loud whine left your lips, resting your sweating forehead on the cold ground, every muscle in your body aching even with the smallest of movements. This is for sure going to bruise tomorrow...

"I was just teaching the mudblood a lesson-"

"Don't you dare call her that," All four guys stopped their snickering, a look of fear evident on Goyle's face as Draco got in his face his eyes narrowed. Goyle nodded stiffly, his eyes flickering down at you stuffing his wand into his robes motioning for the rest of the guys to follow him, hastily making way from your crumbled body. You choked out a cough, attempting to use your shaking limbs to lift yourself off of the ground. 

"Love... let me,"

The touch of his cold hands on your burning skin felt refreshing, wanting nothing more than to let him just scoop you up into his arms. Malfoy wrapped his toned arms around your waist, letting you wrap your arms arounds his neck feeling your legs trembling underneath you.

Draco and you had an interesting friendship to say the least. 

No one really knew that you guys had even known each other, let alone been friends all this time. 

You guys had started talking after a small incident in your 1st year, where you had accidentally fallen during training and he happened to be the one to help cushion your fall. Ever since then, you guys had an acquaintance-ship, as Draco liked to call it.

Spending late nights talking over stupid little things.

Teasing one another over childish crushes, and practicing new spells to improve on together. 

He always helped out during Potions, while you helped him in Charms and History. He didn't mind it. He enjoyed your annoying comments at every jab he had made towards anybody. He always rolled his eyes and pretended he hated it.

But, he knew deep down he loved every second of it.

Your hands automatically went to grip onto Dracos shoulder as he helped you into his dorm room, trying to set you down on his bed without hurting you. A loud hiss left your lips as he helped you into the cooling material of his bed, happily letting yourself fall back closing your eyes tightly. "Thank you. You have no idea how grateful I am for you."

"You have no reason to thank me. If I was just paying closer attention to you, this wouldn't have happened." Draco angrily spat, knocking over one of his dorm mates cloaks off of their dresser in a haste. "Merlin... I never thought they would ever stoop that low."

The silence between the two of you was scary. For the years you had known Draco, you had never seen him as angry as he was at this very moment. His jaw was clenched, his hands gripping onto the frame of his bed tightly his knuckles a stark white. The sound of Draco seething by your feet was all that could be heard throughout the room, that and the sound of your small whimpers as you tried shifting into a more comfortable position. Failing miserably.

"Here, let me." He mumbled, making his way over to you pulling his wand out of his robe muttering a small charm over your body. And as quickly as he had uttered those words, it was as if someone had thrown warm water over you. Every ache in your body disappeared, along with an injury you had sustained earlier in the week from falling down the stairs. A small gasp left your lips at the strange sensation, your eyes fluttering close at the immediate sensation of bliss that engulfed you. "How do you feel?"

"Blissful... where in the world did you learn that?"

"My mother. I'm taking that it helped?"

"Yes. God yes. You're a saint, Draco." You hummed softly, peering up at the blonde whose bottom lip was currently being gnawed on. You reached over and grabbed ahold of his hand, squeezing it softly as a way of saying thank you. Draco cracked a small smile, letting out a sigh as he eyed your relaxed features. "Come- sit down.. Don't worry your pretty little head about this," 

You gestured to the open spot beside you, scooting over to make more room for him. Draco gladly sat alongside you wrapping his arm around your shoulders pulling you close, to which you happily hummed. Sneaking your arm around his torso, holding him by his waist pulling him closer to you reminiscing on how warm he always felt against your cold frame. Inhaling his soft scent of freshly picked mint and the cologne you had gotten him for his birthday which he never failed to wear every single day, feeling your body relax in his hold.

"Mmm... we haven't done this in so long. I’m sorry that this had to be the reason it brought us together."

"Don't. You know none of this is your fault." Draco scolded, using his free hand to find its way into your hair running his fingers through it softly. "Nothing you could do, could ever ruin my night, or my anything for that matter… besides, I missed you.”

"I missed you too, darling," You tightened your hold on his torso, nuzzling closer into him. "Did you want to spend the night tonight?" He hummed, trailing his fingers alongside your arms chuckling softly as he spotted goosebumps follow behind the trail he made.

“You truly are something Malfoy.”

"So is that a yes or...?"

authors note: thank you so much for requesting this lovely, sorry it took me so long to get back to you! i only just now started picking this back up again, i was a little bit preoccupied with my job but i should be back for good now! i got a little carried away with this but i do hope its to your standards. thank you and enjoy!