Hiya There May I Request A Teenage! Tom Riddle X Slytherin Reader? I Like To Imagine That During His

hiya there may I request a Teenage! Tom Riddle x Slytherin reader? I like to imagine that during his time in Hogwarts he met someone who makes him question is this really what he wants to become (even if just for a second) the reader is not into the pureblood prejudice thing and she begged him not to follow his blind ambition to become a dark wizard and for a moment he’s tempted to say yes and just stay with her? but of course his ambition won so ANGSTY please feel free to break my heart

The Light to His Darkness | Tom Riddle x Reader

Word Count: 2,289 words

Warnings: cursing, some making out, angst, death

October 5th, 1944. The Great Hall. 9:10 am.

A heavy sigh left your lips as you saw Avery and his group approaching you, a smug look on his face, stirring your eggs around your plate a small smile creeping it’s way onto your face. You had made it to the Great Hall early this morning so you could talk to Tom about some homework, but he was off talking to Professor Dumbledore and you would have to wait for him to come back. If he ever did come back. Sometimes when he spoke to Dumbledore he would spend hours speaking to the old man, and he wouldn’t even realize. The feeling of someone sitting next to you broke your train of thought, flashing Avery a smile knowing he wouldn’t take anything else for a greeting. The boy had been chasing after you for 5 years, and he hasn’t faltered since.

“Good morning, Avery. How did your date with Nott go?” You teased, shoveling a forkful of eggs into your mouth smirking at the blushing blonde. The group of Slytherins who had walked with him to the Great Hall were all laughing, including Nott himself.

“Oh, come off it. You know I only have feelings for you, sweetheart.”

“I’m quite aware. I don’t think that changes how dear old Nott feels for you,” Nott reached over the table grasping Avery’s hand in a dramatic flourish pressing a kiss to the back of his hand, before Avery ripped it out of his grasp throwing a grape at his face, “Hey, that was my grape!”

Avery grabbed a handful of grapes out of a nearby bowl, dropping them hastily in your plate managing to get them all over your eggs. You laughed, shoving him over playfully bouncing a grape off of his forehead. The pair of you had failed to notice the sobering up of your surrounding peers, turning to pop a grape into your mouth.

“Avery. You’re in my seat,” The deafening silence that came from the second Tom had opened his mouth was instantaneous, the once smiling boy’s face turning stone hard moving over to make room for Tom who swiftly sat down next to you. “Everything in order?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good... I’m going to need you to meet me in the Room of Requirement, at midnight... Bring your wand,”

The second bit of his sentence he directed to you, his warm breath just barely brushing over your cheeks nodding at his words turning your head to look at him. His features were harder than usual, his bottom lip had turned a red shade from chewing on it, a habit he had gotten into recently one that he only did when he was worried, an emotion he rarely felt.

“How about we go to Hogsmeade this upcoming weekend? Are you guys willing?”

You chirped trying to ease up the mood, running your fingers through your hair scanning the faces of the boys in front of you and to the right of you. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Tom’s feature soften, his hand reaching out underneath the table to pat your knee ever so softly.

“Why not?” Your eyes flitted over to Tom, a smile sneaking onto your face. “Wouldn’t want to miss out on a chance to give Avery another chance at his date,” Tom jested taking a sip of his juice.

At first they didn’t know if they should laugh, considering Tom’s voice never usually showed any form of emotion other than anger and the occasional joke here and there, until you broke the silence by choking on your orange juice giggling at his comment. After that, they all joined in on teasing Avery whose face was a bright red. Tom made eye contact with you, sending you a playful wink making you roll your eyes.

October 7th, 1944. Honeydukes. 11:25 am.

You snorted as you caught sight of Avery and Nott fighting over the last Sugar Quill, pressing against the tall brunette who was looking down at you a teasing glint in his eyes. The trip to Hogsmeade was a success, you had wanted to boys to forget about their plans for a day, and just go back to being their playful selves and it worked. Lestrange, Rosier and Mulciber had gotten around to buying out most of Honeydukes. Leaving them to amuse themselves to toss Acid Pops at one another, their laughter infectious.

“Tom?” He hummed in response, pressing his hand on the small of your back. The taller man lead you out of Honeydukes, the cold air slapping against your face, giggling as Nott was holding the Sugar Quill proudly in his mouth as the blonde sulked, “I was wondering if we could hang out tonight, like how we used to.” You flashed a warm smile tugging your jacket around you tightly as the cold air threatened to knock you over.

“Sweetheart,” At the sound of that pet name leaving his mouth you tensed up, knowing he only used it when he needed things from you chewing on your bottom lip, “As much I love spending time with you, we have things to do. We can’t keep pushing back the schedule, once we do we’ll never catch up.”

“Tom, please? I just want one night of us being normal. Just you and me, in your room- talking all night like we used to… and I promise, I won’t ask for anything ever again.” Tom faltered for a moment, his eyes closing as he mulled it over turning around on his heels to face you. His large hands cupped your cheeks, tugging you closer your breath hitching.

“You know I’d do anything for you. Anything-” Your eyes flickered down to stare at his lips, making him tense up “Okay. Just... just tonight. And after that-.” He breathed out, his dark eyes piercing your soul moving to release his grip on you. You placed your hands over his, keeping him in place swallowing down your nerves.

“I know, I promise. I won’t ask you for anything else,” You sighed, pressing a kiss to the inside of his palm feeling his grip tighten on you, “Come on, we don’t want to waste the rest of the day away.”

October 12th, 1944. The Room of Requirement. 12:06 am.

A loud cry left your lips, crumbling to the floor feeling your body spasming at the pain coursing through your body. Your fingernails were digging into your palms, blood oozing from how hard you were squeezing your eyesight going hazy. The veins in your neck were protruding, as you let out blood curdling screams into the soundproof room. Tom was stood off to the side his face free of any emotion, watching his best friend getting tortured by Avery whose eyes were full of tears. The brunette had ordered the blonde to do this task to prove his loyalty to him, knowing Avery had a soft spot for you.

“Stop,” The blonde instantly dropped his wand dropping down to his knees from the amount of energy it took for him to send the cruciatus curse, his hands shaking, “Get up, Avery.” The blonde helped himself off of the floor, wiping any sort of emotion off of his face staring down at your crumpled body tears streaming down your flushed cheeks. Even though he had lowered his wand, you could still feel every sting and every prickle of your body.

“Sir,”

“You’re free to leave.”

After several moments of silence, trying to regain your breath as well as attempting to wrap your mind around what had just happened. The entire time you had been friends with Tom, he had never laid a single hand on you. Every time one of his followers tried to cause you any sort of harm he would end up leaving them bruised beyond recognition. This year he had been extremely distant, but you didn’t think that would change anything between either of you.

Not like this.

“Doll... let me help you,” His cold hands helped your burning figure off of the floor and onto a nearby couch, his hands never leaving yours even as you tried to put as much distance between the two of you whining with every move, “Here, drink this. It will help rid of the pain.”

He took a hold of your face, parting your lips as he poured the crimson potion into your mouth your cracked lips wrapping around the cool glass feeling your body practically melt as the effects of the potion instantly began to take effect. One of the many things you were grateful for; Tom’s expertise in Potions.

“Thank you...” You choked out, leaning your head back onto the soft cushions wanting nothing more than to get out of the forsaken room. Even with your eyes closed you felt the burning stare of Tom, shifting so you could face him opening your eyes staring up at him, “Tom. I can feel you staring,”

“I’m aware,” He smiled softly, reaching out to tuck a loose strand away from your sweaty face his heart breaking the slightest bit as he thought back to your ear piercing screams and your thrashing body. He swallowed back his guilt, leaning in to make himself comfortable. “I didn’t want to hurt you-”

“-bullshit.” You scoffed out, trying to ignore the glint in his dark eyes keeping your face stoic, “You know you have full control over your actions, Tom.”

“No. I don’t. I did this without thinking of you, only thinking of Avery proving to me he would do anything I ordered him to without hesitating.”

“Is that all I am to you, Tom? I thought that I meant more to you, that I was a little more than just a fucking doll-”

You had managed to sit up properly, shoving your finger into his chest to show your anger.

“For fucks sake-” The Slytherin boy rolled his eyes at your words, his hands cupping your cheeks pressing his lips against yours catching you entirely off guard.

You knew you should have shoved him off and smacked him across the face but you couldn’t ignore the way he made you feel. His lips moving perfectly in sync with yours. Everything in you felt right, like the stars had aligned. Feeling your heart swell as you allowed his scent to infiltrate your body.

His toned arms moving to hold onto your hips, pulling you closer as your arms wrapped around his neck deepening the kiss.

You feel nothing but pure ecstasy.

A slight flutter in your chest as you felt his cold hands tighten their grip on you.

Tom had never felt anything like this with any of the girls he had slept with. For the first time in his life, he felt something. He didn’t know what it was, but whatever it was, he didn’t ever want it to end. Being wrapped up in your touch, and your warmth he forgot about everything but you. Tom had never in his life felt his mind this quiet before.

He didn’t think about his followers.

The horcruxes.

About how he had deliberately had sent one of his own to cause you harm.

He just felt you.

And that was enough... at least for a moment.

“Tom... you don’t have to do this. We can leave Hogwarts, and then- and then find a place for us to be. Away from the Orphanage. Away from everyone,” His breath came out in shallow breaths, wanting nothing more than to agree with your words. Your doe eyes were looking into whatever he had left of his soul, fighting the urge shaking his head, ripping himself away from you his wand in hand as he shakily let out a breath. “Tom?”

“I may not know what love is, doll, but whatever it is, I imagine it to feel like what touching you and kissing you feels like.” Your heart clenched, knowing there was a but coming, “But I can’t give this up. I have come so far. I’m so close. So close.” Your eyes clamped shut, gripping your wand as you let your head hang at his words. The sensation of tears making their way to your eyes once again washed over you, blinking away tears shaking your head.

“I understand...”

“I can’t have anymore distractions.” He whispered to himself, turning his back to you forcing you to get onto your feet shakily eyeing the brunette. Tom weighed the decisions over in his head, knowing one of them wouldn’t end as well as the other but he knew it would be the most effective.

“Tom-”

“Can you- can you do me one last favor?”

“Anything.”

A beat.

“Close your eyes and stand right there,” You willing shut your eyes, listening to the sound of Tom getting closer to you his warm lips pressing against yours lingering on you momentarily before shuffling backwards. A small smile was on your face, wanting nothing more than to bask in this moment forever.

Tom eyed your swaying form as you shifted your weight. His eyes scanned you head to toe, the way your hair was styled perfectly framing your face. Your breathtaking face, how you held yourself with your hands fiddling in front of you trying to memorize every single inch of your body down to the last freckle on your skin. “You know I care about you, doll. I always will. No matter what...”

“I know, T. But what does that have to do with-”

“I’m sorry, doll.”

“Sorry for what…- ”

“Tom?”

“Avada Kedavra” All you remembered was opening your eyes the second Tom had uttered the curse, your eyes locking together one last time before your once vibrant eyes grew dull your body crumbling onto the ground. The ghost of your smile was evident on your face, the corners of your lips turned up slightly as you laid there on the ground. Tom felt like every last strand of humanity grounding him was gone, as he kneeled down to caress your cheek leaning down to carefully unclasp the necklace from around your neck tucking it into his pocket. He closed your eyes with two of his fingers, standing up to his full height before making his way out of the Room of Requirement without a second glance back. His fingers fiddled with the necklace in his hand, the one that had been around your neck several seconds ago. Three down, four more to go, Tom thought to himself tightening his grip around the newfound horcrux briskly making his way to the Slytherin Common Room where his followers would be waiting.

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Time Turner

Word Count: 4,230 words

Warnings: cursing, fluff, and some bickering between the two groups

December 6th, 1976. The East Wing. 11:37 pm.

Her hand had a tight grip on her wand, eyeing the empty corridor. The corridor looked different to her, it looked not nearly as weathered. No matter how much she prayed over and over hoping it was all a coincidence, she knew nothing would change the outcome of the situation. Not too long ago she was standing by the Greenhouses with a group of friends, twirling a necklace that they had found out by the Forbidden Forest. Next thing you know, she was left outside by herself, the necklace clutched in her hand. Diana wasn't stupid, she knew that the necklace they were messing with was a time turner. Which is why she took it upon herself to let the cool metal rest against her neck in case anything had happened. And something indeed, did happen.

"Lumos" She whispered, almost wincing at the harsh light coming from the wand. The light blue hue emitting from the tip of her wand lit up the corridor, making it easier for her to find her way down the hallway without bumping into any unknown objects. She slowly advanced forward, recognizing where she was at almost straight away, a reassuring smile making its way onto her face. 

The small sounds coming from the end of the corridor calmed her down, knowing she was close to the Herbology classroom. Diana was rather fond of going there in her free time with a classmate of hers; Neville Longbottom. Neville was one of the sweetest guys in her grade, clumsiest, but sweetest nonetheless. At the mention of her friends name she felt a pang in her heart, knowing she was far from home and seeing her friends seemed like a silver lining in this night. The second she had muttered the counterspell, darkness engulfed her vision, a loud thump was heard further down the hall making her freeze up.

"Padfoot! You said the coast was clear-"

"-it was! Stop being so loud, it could be a professor for Godric's sa-"

"-SHH... I think I see someone"

The sound of bickering male voices echoed throughout the empty corridor, sent the curly haired witch into a frenzy, ducking underneath the dark oak bench resting on a nearby wall. Diana nuzzled her way underneath the bench pressing herself as close as possible to the wall, holding back a gasp at how cold stone felt against her burning skin. Her hand was tightly wrapped around her wand waiting for the set of footsteps to pass by, but they never came.

"Who's there?" A voice let out, shortly after they had spoken a loud grunt followed. She felt her eyes bulge out of her head as four set of feet appeared a couple feet away from the bench in the blink of an eye, confusion making its way onto her face. Diana gripped her wand tighter, nearly letting out a yelp as a pebble embedded itself into the soft flesh of her cheek, wiping away at her face as quietly as she could holding her breath.

"Peter, you're insufferable. We don't go around asking to get expelled. I would much rather students not know about us, I have a reputation to obtain." From her position under the bench she could barely make out their faces, but she still noted that the one on the far left was the one speaking. From what she could tell, he was tall but he wasn't as tall as the two boys standing on either side of him. She caught sight of an even shorter guy, unlike the pudgy boy who was only an two or three inches shorter than the tallest, he seemed the one closer to her height.

"Let's go inside before Moony here passes out from exhaustion"

"I'm not even tired Pads-"

"-shut it, Moonsey. You're tired."

She let out slight sound that resembled a cough, instantly tensing up pressing her face onto the cold stone floor. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Who the hell put all this dust here, she thought to herself angrily tugging her hair out of from underneath her chest, trying to let her hair cover her face as much as possible. The laughter coming from the four boys faded, a long silence quickly filled the corridor. She mentally cursed herself once again, tugging her robes closer to her body, seeing a set of footsteps come closer to her.

"Homenum Revelio" She let out a small squeal, feeling her body being tugged out from underneath the bench, like a hand had wrapped around her entire body, her skirt riding up her thighs. She immediately pulled down the thick fabric of the skirt, scrambling up onto her feet rubbing her thighs painfully as they had rubbed onto the stone floor rather harshly. Her hands brushed away small strands of hair that had managed to fall onto her face, eyeing the four dark silhouettes standing menacingly in front of her.

Lumos, she thought to herself, letting the light shine towards them. Her breath got stuck in her throat as she saw their faces, nearly freezing up as she locked eyes with the spitting image of Harry Potter. One of the guys was sporting dark brown hair, that fell a little above his shoulders in perfect semi curls. His features were sharp, and his eyes pierced into hers, a mischievous glint in his eyes. The guy standing next to him had bright hazel colored eyes, small hints of grey swirled in there, hidden behind the infamous pair of round glasses, his messy black hair splayed in all sorts of different directions. Huh, I just thought Harry hated fixing his hair.

Beside him was the guy she assumed to be her height, but he surprisingly was about 4 inches taller than her with fairly blonde hair, and big green eyes. His cheeks were slightly rosy and covered in faint freckles, but his overall appearance made him look fairly young compared to his friends. The one whose eyes had caught her attention were watching with such curiosity, his big eyes were glossed over with sleep, but they still looked absolutely breathtaking. Long, pale white scars scattered his face, along with a number of freckles splattered on his cheeks.

"Why were you hiding underneath the bench?" The shorter guy muttered, his voice surprisingly deeper than she had expected making her eyebrows raise a bit. This guy was just full of surprises, she waved her wand around in a series of tiny circles, letting small spurts of fire reach all lamps in the hall. A warmth spread throughout the seemingly cold corridor making her relax slightly, running her tongue over her bottom braces out of habit. Carefully tucking her wand into her robes, making sure not to let her guard down around the four of them.

"No particular reason. But what I will tell you is that I'm waiting to hide out until morning, so I can get to Professor Dumbledore and speak with him" She explained, straightening out her uniform, catching sight of the bright yellow patch on her left breast pocket which filled her with comfort knowing she was safe as long as she kept cover. Looking back up at the guys, a look of confusion and bewilderment displayed across their faces. The guy with glasses walked forward, his hand jutted out in front of him a cheeky smile making its way onto his face, deep dimples poking out on his cheeks.

"Well, we will help you on your so called 'hiding out'. I'm James. James Potter" He spoke, his voice full of mischief, a sense of cockiness radiating off of him. She grasped his hand, a feeling of familiarity washing over her as she heard him utter his last name shaking it firmly shifting her hand away eyeing the other three catching sight of the lion of their robes. Of course I would get the luck of bumping into a group of Gryffindor boys.

"I'm Sirius Black" The tall guy stepped up, grasping her hand in his and kissing the back of it softly. Her eyebrows furrowed pulling her hand away slightly flustered, tucking one of her loose curls away from her face. A small motion in her peripheral vision caught her attention, turning towards the guy with the scars whose hand was out a tired look adorning his face. Grasping his hand making eye contact the whole time, seeing a cheeky glint in his eyes before he turned away tucking his hands into his pockets.

"I'm Remus Lupin, and that's Peter Pettigrew." Peter faced her, giving her a crooked smile tilting his head slightly towards the floor as a sign of greeting. She waved awkwardly a teasing grin making its way onto her face, pointing her gaze down at the floor kicking the stone floor slightly before looking back up at them. Harry had never gone into full detail about his father and friends, which meant that she would have to go and learn all about the infamous Marauders, eyeing them curiously.

"I'm Diana Lopez. I should probably get going, it was nice to meet you guys! It sounded like you guys were pretty eager to get Moony to bed." She teased, seeing Remus' face flush slightly smacking a chuckling Sirius, seeing the dark haired boy winking at the curly haired witch. She rolled her eyes looking around the empty corridor a small movement catching her eye, instinctively pulling out her wand flicking it slightly towards the floor a huge gust of wind blowing the fire out. If it had been a professor, they would have asked what they were doing out of bed. And since she heard nothing, she could only assume that it had been a student eavesdropping on their conversation. The four boys pulled their wands out, turning all sorts of directions leaving no place undetected. Remus' once tired mood seem to sober up his eyes scanning his surroundings attentively. Diana casted a silent muffliato so no one would hear any spells or incantations being shouted, her grip on her wand tightening.

"Expelliarmus" Diana shouted pointing her wand toward the direction of the movement. A small grunt followed, the sound of wood clattering to the floor catching her attention. Picking up her speed jogging towards the direction, seeing a blur of robes lean down to pick up their wand swishing their wand in my direction. Her adrenaline kicked in, her instincts backing her up completely sending her wand into a flurry without a second thought.

"Stupefy!"

"Protego!" She instinctively shouted, seeing the harsh amber light clashing with the light grey streak coming towards her. The tall silhouette turned around running down the corridor, their footsteps echoing as they got further away. Her feet picked up their pace, nearly catching up to the running figure that unexpectedly happened to turn a harsh right, catching her off guard. The footsteps behind her grew fainter as her speed increased, seeing the guy in front of her slow down. She leaped, feeling the wind rush through her hair before feeling his back crash onto her chest as they both came tumbling down. A loud grunt left her body as she felt the soft, plush grass on her legs wrapping an arm around the figure below her rather tightly pointing her wand at him.

"Petrificus Totalus" She muttered, seeing his body freeze up. Her hands twirled him around locking eyes with a pair of harsh brown eyes, that seemed to be staring up at her angrily. She waved her wand around the two of them, muttering an incantation to hide them from the eyes of the approaching 4 boys. Diana flicked her wand, seeing him unfreeze and then scramble up to his feet. His breathing was heavy, and his eyes were glaring daggers into her. The moonlight gave some light in the dark evening, letting her get a good view of his sharp features. His long, silky black hair hung a bit past his shoulder flowing softly from the wind his body towering over her. He stood a good half a foot taller than her, his anger radiating off of him letting her know what she had done had truly pissed him off.

"Do you find this amusing?! I'll-"

"Shh... you don't want them to hear you, do you?" Cutting him off rather aggressively with a sense of urgency in her voice stepping outside of the bubble coming face to face with the group, a look of relief washing over their faces.

"You're fast-" Peter choked out, his cheeks a bright shade of red. Diana giggled, letting her hands rest casually in front of her eyeing the group. Sirius' eyes were still on high alert, looking around for any hidden students lurking around, along with Remus whose body still seemed rather stiff.

"Just a bit. But, uhm... don't worry about the person. I'm pretty sure they ran into the Forbidden Forest out of fear,"

"Well aren't you just the sweetest, look at her Moonsey. She's already looking out for us," Sirius teased, wrapping his muscular arm around her shoulder crushing her into his chest. She tried to push against him, but to no avail letting out a huff of air letting the shaggy haired boy swing her back and forth, "Come on, love. Fight back," Diana shrugged, bringing her knee to meet his jewels sending the boy crumpling to the floor. The other Marauders burst out laughing, mainly out of surprise that she had the balls to knee Sirius.

"H-holy fuck..."

"You alright there, Siri?"

"I'm pretty sure I saw the light there-"

"Oh stop being so over dramatic." Diana bent down, letting the boy wrap his arm around her shoulders standing up to his full height some of his weight resting on her, "Would any of you guys like your man back?"James chuckled, making his way over to her practically hoisting Sirius up a grin etched on his face at the pained look on his face.

"We'll see you later, Diana. Don't have too much fun without us,"

"Wouldn't dare dream about it," She waved to the four boys, seeing them jostling the shaggy haired boy around laughing to herself facing the open space off to her side letting out a breath she didn't know she was holding, waving her wand seeing the bubble waver the tall man start making its way through stuffing it into her robe pocket. Her hands brushed some leaves that had managed to get on her robes, tugging her rising skirt down her tan legs looking back up at the guy with the harsh brown eyes.

"I'm sorry for coming at you like that, I thought you were someone who wasn't supposed to be there. But I didn't mean to cause any damage. I'm Diana...Diana Lopez. Nice to meet you." She apologized, jutting her hand out a sheepish smile on her face. His eyes trailed down to her awaiting hand taking it into his large hand, shaking it rather firmly before letting his hand hang down by his side. Running his fingers through his hair, shoving his hands into his slacks drumming his thumbs on his thighs from inside his pockets, a nasty habit he had gotten into after 4th Year.

"Severus Snape... you didn't disarm me because of The Marauders, right?"

"The- the who?!" She chuckled feigning confusion, looking up at him through her glasses, her nose crinkling up cutely as she let out a tiny giggle. Dear god, this is not possible. My Potions Professor is standing in front of me. Would it be illegal to say that I find all these men attractive? Diana- you cannot find them attractive, she scolded herself, her face flushing pink. Realization dawned on him, realizing that she truly wasn't lying about why she had disarmed him.

"Nevermind that. I best be off to my dorm..." He announced turning on his heel walking away from the small girl, with the curly locks whose hair was almost the same length as his. The leather of his shoes contrasting nicely with the plush grass, taking large strides to get to his dorm quicker nearly jumping out of his skin as he saw her walking beside him, her legs having to take faster and shorter strides to keep up with his long strides. She eyed his feet noticing they had slowed down so she could keep up, a grin making its way onto her face looking up at him nodding at him in appreciation.

"A Hufflepuff, huh? How come I've never seen you before?" Severus broke the silence holding the door open to the girl, shutting it softly as they entered the warmer hallway. He saw that she had tensed up at the mention of that, immediately racking his brain with a new topic to change the topic, his hands getting clammy of the thought of the first decent student he's met in a while being uncomfortable. The question Severus has asked filled her heart with a pang of hurt, not knowing when she would be able to return back to her friends and family. She sighed, facing him from her sitting position on a ledge that they had sat on, after walking for a couple of minutes in a comforting silence.

"You're not gonna believe me but it's better to get things off my chest than to hold them in, am I right? Well...I came here because of a time turner. The time turner had been broken before these girls that I was with started messing with the 'pretty necklace' so I put it on in case anything did happen. And next thing you know, I bumped into those four, the ones you call 'The Marauders'. So I truly don't know how I'm going to get back... especially since I have no idea how many turns they managed to do considering how far back I went." She explained, running her hands through her messy curls catching Severus' eye, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. The silence grew longer, her nerves getting the best out of her with every second ticking by. Severus stood up, jerking his head as a sign for her to get up and follow him. Diana stood up pulling her robes closer to her body, shivering slightly as the wind had gotten increasingly got colder the longer the night dragged on. He waved his wand at her silently without her noticing, keeping his eyes staring ahead a warmth washing over her, feeling her whole body fill up with the warmth sighing contently.

"Come on... I think sleep is needed for the two of us. If you don't mind, we will be making a trip to my dorm. The guys who had to share a dorm with me, were too scared of me so they are sharing with other guys in our year. Pretty irrational if you ask me... but you get to have a whole room to yourself" She giggled quietly letting the comforting silence dawn over the two of them. Severus reached behind him wrapping his hands around her robe, tugging her into a secret entrance, hearing her gasping softly as a secret door had opened out of the blue. If she was being completely honest she had zoned out and had no idea how they had gotten there, and what he had done to let himself into the common room. His grip had loosened, removing his hold on her entirely swishing his wand around the pair letting themselves melt into their surroundings, gesturing her to follow him. Her small legs could only go so far, trying to keep up with him nearly bumping into him as he slowly came to a stop. The smell of mint and aftershave filled her nostrils, a smell that was so far fetched from what the Hufflepuff common room smelt like, but she didn't seem to mind it as much.

"My dorm isn't messy or anything, but be careful not to touch anything of mine. All of my belongings are jinxed so only I can lay a finger on them." Severus explained, turning the silver knob opening the door for her to pass through. She was in awe at the gorgeous emerald walls, the light grey curtains framing the window nicely giving the room an elegant vibe to it. There were four empty beds, all adorned with the same emerald comforter, fluffy white pillows pressed against the headrest. Diana liked the coziness of the room, unlike the weird sensation she felt in the main common room area before she could continue admiring the room he had turned the lights on. The room looked even prettier, the emerald practically sparkled with the help of the vibrant light in the room, the silver lining on the sheets giving it that final touch. She could immediately tell which one was his by the letters and photographs taped to the wall surrounding the bed farthest from the other three empty beds, small journals and trinquets adorning the dresser beside his bed.

"Woah... your room is absolutely breathtaking. I like the decorations by the way, gives the room a homier feeling." She giggled, playfully shoving against him his body going rigid. He wasn't used to people touching him without intending to hurt him. The last person to have done that was Lily Evans, but he brushed it off knowing those weren't her intentions. 

Diana sluggishly walked over to the bed closest to the window plopping down tiredly, face first into the cool comforter. The comforter was soft, and cozy which only egged her to not move from her current position but knew she had to get dressed out of her uniform. A switch going off in her head, lifting her head up staring at Severus who was already staring her. Standing up a sheepish smile on her face, making her way over to him after having kicked her shoes off at the foot of the bed. He eyed her curiously, tugging his robes off placing them on a coat hanger near his dresser, fiddling with his emerald striped tie tugging it off his neck tossing it on the bed. Diana’s heart fluttered a little bit at the sight of him undressing in front of her, shaking her head of those thoughts about her professor.

"I umh...need something to sleep into... do you think-"

"-Lily left something here that belonged to James. And a few of her other clothes... I was going to throw them into the fireplace but you seem to need them more" He muttered quietly, making his way over to his trunk pulling out an oversized maroon sweater the words Quidditch Captain stitched across the back in a lovely golden thread. Diana ran her finger over the name embedded into the left breast; James F. Potter. Severus handed her a pair of clothes that were neatly folded, her small hands clutching the soft fabric thanking him quietly. She scanned the room for a bathroom, briskly walking over to the cold room proceeding to shut the door behind her.

Diana stared into her reflection, her doe eyes staring back at her as she proceeded to undress. Her wand was set on the counter, along with her robes that contrasted deeply with the stark white marble counter. The grey sweater coming off her body shivering as the cold air touched her, goosebumps covering her body, leaving her in her white button up and black skirt. After she had stripped to just her undergarments and a pair of white knee high socks that she had found, oddly enough, stuffed into the clothes she was handed, but she wasn't complaining. Her hands steadily picked up a soft pair of shorts out of the options she had, pulling it over her legs, hastily tugging the thick sweater over her head inhaling the sweet scent of mango, the soft fabric coming to mid thigh. 

Granted she did have to adjust the size of the shorts since they were a tad bit too small around her hips, but besides that the clothes fit her nicely and comfortably. Tossing her clothes into the hamper, hopefully to wash them tomorrow morning considering she had no other clothes. A knock on the dark oak door interrupted her train of thoughts, hurriedly opening the door locking eyes with a startled Severus. His eyes trailed up and down her figure, nodding hastily letting her come back into the room her hands fiddling with her wand, setting it down noisily on the dresser beside the bed she had chosen. A soft clank echoed through the room as her 12" wand clattered to the floor a blush making its way onto her face bending over hastily to pick her wand off the floor. She huffed opting for opening a drawer, and gently placing the wand inside.

"Are you comfortable?" His voice echoed through the nearly empty room, scratching his head awkwardly. She nodded going underneath the comforter, moaning quietly at how comfortable the cold sheets felt letting her body melt into the plush beds. Severus' head snapped up at the sound, his heart beat increasingly slightly before he pushed the restless feelings deep down.

"Goodnight, Severus,"

"Goodnight, Diana..."

That climbing sensation was something he had spent years trying to push away but everything the curly haired witch did managed to weasel her way into every crevice, clambering into bed waving his wand letting the lights fade away, sleep overcoming the both of you.

a/n: i wanted to publish a finished series, instead of making some of you wait for ‘Draco Malfoy and his Rose Pt.3′ and ‘For Merlin’s Sake Pt.2′. this series is based around the marauders and snape. thank you lovelies for understanding <3

part 2 is posted!

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I want to request a Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor! reader please: despite being a close friend to the golden trio, the reader and Malfoy has this playful ‘who can get a rise out of each other’ type of relationship so they tease & banter with each other on any chance that they get. What if one day the reader decided to steps up her game and steals one of Malfoy’s slytherin tie with his initials on it and proudly wears it around Hogwarts and it just bothers him soo much!

The Forsaken Tie | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2,832 words

Warnings: cursing, making out, teasing

Requested: Sorry ran out of word count :( can it also included a jealous Malfoy and then ended with some makeout session before he finally has the guts to ask her out please? Thank you so much <3 @queenofmankind

September 27th, 1995. The Gryffindor Common Room. 9:57 pm.

You let your head roll back, letting out a frustrated sigh. You had spent the last 3 hours listening to Hermione and Ron bickering, and while you loved them to death, this was a bit ridiculous. Your eyes flickered off to the side eyeing Harry, whose eyebrows were furrowed, eyes flickering between the red head and the bushy haired girl. Leaning over to whisper something in his ear, resting your free hand on his shoulder, "I don't know about you, but I think Fred told me a little something about the elves making a killer cheesecake-"

"Say no more," Harry rushed out grabbing a hold of his wand, and your hand making a run for it. Loud giggles left your lips, trying to keep up with the dark haired boy's long strides. The wide grin on his face made you smile, letting yourself slow down looping your arm through his enjoying the long awaited peace and quiet, "Thank you. I think if I had stayed a couple seconds longer, I would have torn my hair out of my head,"

"I don't understand it. One second they're giving one another the love stricken eyes," Harry snorted, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose keeping your paces pretty steady as you guys made your way down to the kitchens, "And the next, they're at each other's throats!"

"How long do you think they're going to be arguing for until they noticed we've gone?"

"Probably when someone comes down from the dorms shouting at them for keeping them up-"

"Well, well... what do we have here?" The sound of someone interrupting you made you guys tense up, turning around to face the sound of the voice coming face to face with Draco. Your heart felt like it had stumbled over itself, swallowing back the rest of your sentence crossing your arms over your chest. The air around the three of you had thickened tremendously, feeling the tension between you and the blonde who was eyeing you like a hawk. Harry stiffened beside you, subtly moving in closer to you his hand resting on the small of your back now as you both stared down the Slytherin. The second Harry set his hand on your back, you felt the burning oh Draco’s stare, "Two Gryffindors out of bed past curfew... 10 points from Gryffindor."

"Oh shut it, Malfoy."

"Make me, Potter. As you may or not may have noticed-"

"Yes, Malfoy. We're all quite aware. We heard your voice loud and clear in the Great Hall as you announced your news to the whole wide world. Maybe you'd like to use sonorus next time?” The blonde's head snapped towards yours, his face flushing pink his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with a comeback. You smirked, looking over at Harry who hadn't removed his gaze off of Draco. "Come on, H. Look, I'll head off to the kitchens and grab some cheesecake and you go and tell Hermione and Ron that if they aren't finished bickering by the time I get back that-"

"-you will throw their asses in a bin. Got it." Harry smiled down at you, removing his grip off of you stalking off to the Gryffindor Common Room leaving you and Draco alone. The second you could no longer hear Harry's footsteps you let down your facade, shoving the blonde who just smirked at you.

"You asshole. Why'd you have to take points? I would very much like to win the House Cup this year,"

"It's not my fault, if you hadn't been out past curfew with Potter then maybe you'd still have those 10 points," He murmured, letting his eyes scale you up and down noticing you weren't wearing your usual attire. A pair of shorts covered your legs, along with an oversized hoodie that seemed quite familiar. A smile tugging at his lips as he realized it to be the one he let you borrow after the Yule Ball. It was his only article of muggle clothing, so no one had seen him wear it except for you which is why he had no problem lending you the hoodie.

"You got something against Potter, Malfoy?" You teased knowing the blonde was jealous of your relationship with his enemy, letting your fingers trail up his arms, patting yourself on the back mentally as you saw how much that had affected him. He practically became puddy in your hands.

"N-no. Why would I?"

"Oh no reason. Well, I should go and get Harry that cheesecake... see you later, Mal," You had leaned into him, your hands resting happily on his chest tugging him close your lips brushing against his ear. He shivered, willing his hands to not grip your waist and press his lips onto yours. Hastily pulling away from his tall frame, making your way down the stairs determined to grab a couple slices of cheesecake a smile on your lips as you thought about his gorgeous grey eyes shaking your head at the thought of crashing your lips together knowing it would never happen. Harry would kill the boy 1,000 times before coming for you next.

December 8th, 1995. The Great Hall. 1:08 pm.

You currently were trying to de-escalate a petty disagreement between Ron and Hermione knowing it would quickly become an argument before you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning your head around watching a blur of Slytherin robes walk past you. You excused yourself, knowing well they probably didn't even know you were there, hurriedly making your way out of the Great Hall, popping one last grape into your mouth chewing happily looking around for the blonde almost letting out a scream as you were dragged into an invisible corridor a hand wrapped around your wrist. At the sight of a familiar pair of grey eyes you relaxed, but not before smacking the blonde upside the head which made him whine rubbing the sore spot.

"You asshole. I didn’t even know this corridor existed, I thought I was going to die,"

"Sorry. I didn't know how else to get you to your attention,"

"Maybe a simple, 'Hey!' would do," He rolled his eyes at your sarcastic remark, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully trying to think of how he was going to word his next question feeling his face starting to grow red, "What was so important that you needed to steal me out of lunch for?"

"Well... I have a question." You felt yourself stiffen, your hands scrambling to fiddle with the hem of your sweater peering up at the blushing Slytherin. Merlin... is he-is he about to- your thoughts were interrupted at the sound of Hermione yelling at the top of her lungs her insults aimed at the red head. A loud sigh left your lips knowing you had to go and see what in the world was going on this time, mentally cursing at yourself.

"I'm so sorry, Mal. I have to make sure Hermione doesn't kill Ron. I'm fairly certain she wouldn't like to end up in Azkaban." A loud sigh of relief left Draco's lips nodding at your words, giving you a soft smile as your ran off to chase after your friends. Maybe after the Christmas Holidays... yeah, after Christmas. He ran his fingers through his gelled hair, straightening up his school uniform before briskly making his way back into the Great Hall with his signature smug look.

December 18th 1995. The Slytherin Common Room. 11:53 pm.

"Yes!" You smirked down at the silky fabric twirling it in between your fingers, almost forgetting the boy who stood behind you with a teasing glint in his eyes. You stuffed the fabric into the pocket of your hoodie, closing the drawer with a satisfied hum spinning on your heels to face Theodore Nott who had his hands tucked into his dark wash jeans eyeing you, "I got it,"

"I can see that, but what exactly is it that you got?"

"You'll see when classes start back up. And to prove it to you, I'll come to you first thing in the morning." You flashed him a wide grin, pulling the sleeves down on the grey hoodie covering your hands with the sleeves. He just smiled down at the bubbly Gryffindor motioning towards the dorm door, following after you as he led you into the Common Room with ease his hands gently placed on the small of your back leading you to the door before coming to a stop right as he went to open it.

"You know, if it weren't for the fact that Herbology would be an absolute nightmare without you, I wouldn't be doing this," He mused, his dimples poking out as he watched you let out a loud laugh shaking your head at the Nott boy. You chewed on your bottom lip to stop yourself from grinning, peering up at him.

"You love me, Nott. Now let me out. I'm in the mood for some cookies,"

"Whatever you say, love. Goodnight. Please be careful,"

"Aren't I always, Nott?"

January 9th, 1995. Outside The Slytherin Common Room. 7:32 am.

You felt your body practically vibrating, nerves flowing through your body a small smile on your face, rocking back and forth on your heels your satchel feeling heavier than usual as you stood waiting for a familiar face.

Nearly knocking out the tall boy who had cleared his throat, turning your whole body towards him a wave of relief washing over you. He chuckled at your reaction, before choking on his own saliva as he looked down at the tie wrapped around the collar of your bright white button up. A loud giggle left your lips as you untucked the tie from the vest showing the bright green and black stripes of the silky tie.

The brunette made his way over to you his fingers taking a hold of the tie, a smirk growing on his lips.

"Is this..."

“Yes... the ‘forsaken’ tie. Stolen from yours truly, Mr. Malfoy." The Nott boy let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back as he thought of the look on Malfoy's face as he saw the girl he's been crushing on for years wearing his tie for the whole school to see, "That's not even the best part. His initials are so graciously placed for the whole world to see,"

"That is bloody brilliant. I would love nothing more than to chat with you love, but I have to go wake up the rest of the lot. But come by later and we’ll talk all about it. Sound alright?"

"Of course! Oh, and Nott? Tell Malfoy to make sure his tie is properly tied,"

January 9th, 1995. The Great Hall. 9:10 am.

"Hey! Did you hear about- woah... what are you wearing?"

"Malfoy's tie," You replied nonchalantly, scooping some yogurt into your bowl tossing some fruit on top. The sound of Ron and Harry choking on their juice made you smirk, shoveling a spoonful into your mouth to avoid talking to them. The feeling of someone grabbing your wrist forced you to look up, locking eyes with a pair of vibrantly green eyes swallowing the yogurt down, "Yes?"

"Don't 'yes' me. Why are you wearing Malfoy's tie? You guys are always bickering, you guys are worse than Ron and-" You scoffed, arching one of your eyebrows as you ate another grape, Harry stopped to think correcting himself, "-okay maybe not that bad. But what the hell?"

"H, it's nothing. Don't worry about it,"

"Well, he and I are going to worry about it. He's a complete asshole. Oh no...don't tell me you guys slept together-"

"I swear, if you guys slept together, I will hex his ass into oblivion." The dark haired boy spat out through his teeth, his eyes darkening flickering behind him standing up out of nowhere his stance stiff. You turned around facing a blonde who looked to appear seething, his hand gripping his wand so tightly his knuckles were stark white.

"You let her go this instant," Draco's stone hard eyes flickered down to you, his lips parting at the sight of one of his ties wrapped around your neck taking a step forward to grasp the fabric before being shoved back by Harry whose face was also flushed.

"Don't touch her, you ferret."

"She's not yours, Potter."

"Well, she would much rather choose me over you."

"How. Dare. You-"

"Okay! Malfoy, let's go." You grabbed a hold of his much larger hand, hastily dragging him out of the Great Hall in order to stop the seething boy from hexing the 'Chosen One' managing to catch the eyes of many as they saw the infamous 'Slytherin Prince' and one of Harry Potter's best friends hand in hand. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors were at a lost for words as they had seen one of their own willingly be around a Slytherin. You let out a relieved sigh once you had closed the door to the empty classroom, glancing at the blonde whose face was no longer a bright shade of red.

"Is this the year for all the guys to go batshit crazy? Did you finally hit puberty, Mal?"

"Where did you get my tie?" The flustered boy breathed out, his eyes never leaving sight of the fabric wrapped snug against you neck. Your hands reached up to fiddle with the silky fabric, tugging at it so it came undone letting the tie rest on your hands as you peered up at him. His eyes had darkened significantly, his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth as he eyed your pouty lips.

"Nott let me into your room, and I stole it." You felt your hands getting antsy, as the boy took a step towards you. “W-what are you doing?”

His eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort, making the bold move to cup your face with his hand letting the other hand rest warmly on your hip feeling your breath hitch, "Can I kiss you? I won't if you don't want me to. It's completely understandable if you don’t! You know on the other hand I think I heard someone calling me actually-"

"Bloody hell, Malfoy. You talk too much," You took matters into your own hands tossing his tie onto an empty desk pressing your lips against his hungrily. Wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling your body flush against his toned frame. His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs digging in deeper as you tugged at his blonde locks. He let out a breathy moan, clawing at your sweater trying to intake as much of the moment as he could.

"I've been dreaming of this moment since you tipped your bowl of pasta over my Yule Ball suit," A loud laugh left your swollen lips at his comment shaking your head, parting from the Slytherin boy whose warm breath fanned over your face a tiny smile on his bruised lips, "Did I ruin the moment?"

"Just a bit,"

"I'm sorry... but if it helps, your plan backfired and you ended up getting yourself dirty as well,” He untangled himself from you, running his fingers through his ruffled blonde hair before looking over at you an readable expression on his face. You tilted your head at him, motioning him to continue speaking, "I um... I have a question."

A wide smile covered your face, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from giggling at the nervous boy who was rubbing the back of his neck, "Yes, Malfoy?"

"I was wondering if you... would you like to go out with me?" He grinned, his hands taking a hold of yours tugging you close his eyes peering down at the growing smile on your face. You shook your head at him, letting out a loud sigh.

"That's a pretty tough question, I think I'm going to have to get back to you on that-"

"Don't even start,"

"I'm just messing with you, Mal." An idea came to mind, wrapping your fingers around his tie tugging him to you pressing your body against his, Draco's eyes wide feeling all the blood rush down from his brain as he saw you with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I'd love nothing more than to go out with you..."

"Good... now how do you feel about skipping today and put these ties to good use?"

"Malfoy!"

"What?”

"You're a prefect!"

"And...?" The silence that came afterwards seemed to prove his point, smirking down at you letting out an appreciative hum as you pressed a soft kiss to his awaiting lips trying to deepen the kiss before you pulled away making your way to the door.

"You should close your mouth or else you'll catch pixies,"

The blonde clamped his mouth shut watching his girl walk out the door, shaking his head as he picked up the extra tie about to shove it into his pocket before he noticed something by his initials. Beside his initials were your initials with a little heart by it, making his heart swell a smile on his chiseled features. You are going to be the death of me, he thought to himself hurrying to his classroom a permanent smile not etched onto his face.

a/n: thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun writing this where i wrote it all in one sitting. i hope you like it! lots of love <3

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hiya i’m the blaise zabini anon, can I request a blaise zabini x gryffindor reader where she comes down to hogwart’s kitchen for a late night snack just to meet blaise there, she was hesitant of course because she’s not in a mood to be taunted at such a late hour but blaise turns out to be a total gentleman and they even discovered their shared love of food and just spoon feed each other before professor snape discovers the two of them and forced them to go back to their respective dorms

Late Night Snack | Blaise Zabini x Reader

Word Count: 1,521 words

Warnings: slight cursing, tons of fluff

December 12th, 1996. The Gryffindor Dorm Rooms. 11:56 pm.

You cursed at yourself after you had tripped going down the stairs, hitting the wall quite loudly. Stupid fluffy slippers, looking at your poor outfit choice closing the portrait door behind you running down the stairs.

You had snuck out of the Gryffindor Tower countless of times, whether it was with the twins, with Harry or even sometimes when Hermione needed some caffeine to stay awake, so this night wasn’t any different.

You were craving something sweet, something salty and just needed something in your mouth.

The evening air felt cool on your skin, shivering lightly as a gust of wind washed over you hurrying your pace to the kitchens.

At night, the castle looks just as haunted as you would expect any castle to look, which didn’t help when there would be ghost just laying around everywhere nearly giving you a heart attack.

You grinned as you came in front of the portrait, proceeding to tickle the pear waiting for the giggling of it as it cracked open. The tickling of the pear made you smile every single time because of how silly it seemed, opening the door parting your mouth to greet the elves before coming face to face with a Slytherin who looked to be rather happy eating his pudding. His face looked just as surprised to see someone come in, his hands halting mid air setting the pudding filled spoon back into the bowl.

“I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t think anyone would be here, I’ll just come back once you’re gone.” You rambled, feeling your face turn a light shade a pink already turning on your heel to walk out the door.

“You can stay. I’m not going to bite,” Blaise hummed, scooping some chocolate pudding into his mouth staring up at you with his big doe eyes.

Nodding at his words, shutting the portrait door as you took a seat on a stool nearby immediately being swarmed by 3 elves who looked giddy to serve you.

“Hello, Miss! What can Winky get for you?”

“I’m not entirely sure,” You hugged the short elf, who was beaming up at you, “I want something sweet, but I also want something salty. Do you guys have anything along those lines?”

They stood pondering for a moment before a soft voice broke the silence.

“Get her a yogurt bowl with a bunch of fruit mixed in it, along with some granola. Oh! And some dry pretzels to dip into the bowl.”

“Yes, Mister Zabini. Coming right up!”

They hurried off, huge smiles on their faces. The clattering of them moving around the kitchen was all that was heard, as you eyed the boy out of the corner of your eye before you turned to face the Slytherin who flashed you a small smile setting his empty pudding cup down wiping his hands off onto a nearby white napkin. “Thank you. That actually sounds perfect. How’d you know what to ask for?”

“I come here quite often. On days when I’m not sure what in the world I want, Winky would usually prepare me a fruit bowl with no granola. But since you wanted something other than sweet, I added that and the dry pretzels.” You let out a soft chuckle, moving your tousled hair away from your face resting your face on your palm as you focused all of your attention on the boy whose voice sounded like honey. “How come you’re out of bed, love? Is everything alright?”

“I’m good! Thanks for asking, but no, I just really needed a little late night snack,” You smiled your skin hot from the nickname, feeling your heart soar as the Slytherin boy laughed at your comment adjusting his position on the stool facing you his eyes flickering down to your glossy lips. “I um... what about you? Were you also hungry or were you unable to sleep?”

“Draco is an absolute nightmare to sleep with. He has hundreds of girls in his bed, it’s kind of impressive. Tonight, he brought Pansy, again, and I just couldn’t even bear to be in the same room as them knowing they were going at it like rabbits,” You choked on your water, nearly spitting it out as you let out a snort.

You broke out into a laughing fit at the thought of the two of them going at it, shivering in disgust downing the rest of your water. Blaise hummed in agreement, taking a sip out of his water as well just as Winky showed up with your food a little freckle of yogurt on her cheek. Your small fingers wiped off the pink stain, giving the elf a small thank you setting your bowls down careful not to spill them.

“This looks delicious. Wow Zabini... you have good taste who would have known,” You teased the boy, who had gradually ended up at your table as the two of you had talked instead of several feet away nudging him playfully. He tossed you a joking glare, stealing one of your pretzels and dipping it into the pink yogurt happily eating the desert. “Hey, you asshole.”

“Well that isn’t very lady like,” Poking fun at some of our professors, a snort leaving your lips.

“Oh sod off, Zabini.” You chuckled trying to cover your bowl, scooping a spoonful of the yogurt that was blended nicely with the blueberries and the granola so you didn’t have too much of the other. Moaning at how creamy and tasty it tasted, shoving another spoonful into your mouth.

“That good, huh?”

“This is bloody orgasmic, what the hell did you ask her to put in this?”

“Oh you know, just a little bit of my heart.” You rolled your eyes at his statement, the smile on your lips growing wider as Blaise relaxed as the night drew on. It was around 3 am, after the pair of you had began playing a game of hide and seek, where you guys had gotten a bit loud. Zabini currently had you thrown over his shoulder, having ended up there after he caught you hiding in the pantry loud laughter leaving your lips.

"Blaise! My ass is hanging out of these shorts,"

"Oh really? I had no idea, " He chuckled at the sound of you whining, letting out a yelp as you smacked his bottom at the sarcastic jest he made adjusting his grip on your waist. "Ouch! That hurts a lot more than you think, love."

“Mister Zabini! Put her down this instant,” Blaise practically threw you onto the ground his face going red as he came face to face with Professor Snape who looked like he was about to explode. You adjusted your shorts, shifting your weight out of habit as you waited to see what the dark haired man would say.

“15 points from Gryffindor. Get out of the kitchens before I double it,”

“Professor? I find it only fair if you remove points from our house as well. She’s not the only one found out of bed after curfew,” You and Snape both shared the same ridiculous look, eyeing the boy who was staring rather intently at Professor Snape. The professor looked conflicted, letting out a heavy sigh.

“20 points from Slytherin. Now... get out.” You grabbed your scattered wand, hurrying out of the kitchens walking alongside Blaise who looked like he had just won the lottery.

“Zabini, you are unbelievable. You purposely lost your House Points? What for?”

“I was pissed off. I understand that Slytherin is his house but that shouldn’t stop him from punishing us. Especially after punishing you in front of my face. If he wouldn’t have taken those points, I would have stomped on his foot.”

You felt your heart swell, eyeing the flustered Slytherin boy who was currently walking you to the Gryffindor Tower. Once the pair of you had arrived in front of the portrait, you spun on your heels to face Blaise giving him a warm smile.

“Thank you for tonight, this is the most fun I’ve had in weeks. Even though I still think you’re absolutely crazy for asking for House Points to be taken, I think it’s the sweetest thing anyone has done for me.”

Zabini grinned his award winning smile, taking your hands in his larger ones pulling you close to his tall frame, the height difference between the two of you seemed almost comical as you barely came to his chest having to peer up at the boy.

“It was my pleasure... I have one question before you go.” You nodded, feeling your chest flutter at the millions of questions racing through your mind, “How would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend?”

“I would love nothing more, Blaise.”

You practically beamed up at him, pressing a soft kiss onto his cheek waving goodbye to the boy as you squealed to yourself after you shut the door behind you.

Blaise felt his face flush, grinning down at the floor cheesily as he rushed back to his dorm in a hurry for tomorrow to hurry on by so he could take you out. The night was unexpected, and you had never in a million years expected it to happen but you were glad it did. You had a date on Saturday, and for once, you weren’t dreading for the weekend to end. Thank the heavens for me and my late night cravings.

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