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draco malfoy melt your heart genre: d. malfoy x fem!oc. best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: bullying, violence, kissing, cursing, very bad editing synopsis: as only first years, they know nothing of what's to come. julianna candy thought everything would be normal for her years at hogwarts, but what with meeting draco malfoy, tagging along adventures with harry potter and learning about her parents' history, she couldn't be more wrong. neville longbottom - none yet. george weasley evermore genre: g. weasley x fem!oc. friends to lovers! warnings: none yet. synopsis: if you can't find some common ground with anyone, even with your own twin sister, it can get pretty lonely. it's a good thing for genesis heath that she finds a boy who understands her completely, even with just a few words. ron weasley - none yet.

I'm planning a fanfiction about Sirius Black's daughter, who will be friends with Neville, and they’ll eventually start dating. But the fact that Sirius's child is a member of the Black family makes me wonder how that might impact her relationship with Neville.

How might Neville react or deal with the fact (if he already knew) that his friend is closely related to Bellatrix?

And how would Sirius's child learn about what happened to Neville's parents, considering she would likely grow up with the Blacks and the Malfoys? If I remember correctly, Draco knows about it and even makes a remark to Neville on the subject.

idk i don’t want to make it too dramatic or not “realistic” and i struggle with these two things sksj

The Tonks sisters were among those students who would be remembered at Hogwarts. Their names would be etched into memory alongside those of Bill or the Weasley twins, Parvati Patil, or Cedric Diggory.

Nymphadora hadn’t been a prefect; her love for pranks and her clumsiness far outweighed her seriousness and discipline. But she possessed a rare intelligence, and above all, she was a Metamorphmagus, a talent she knew how to fully exploit, including in her academic pursuits.

With her bright pink hair, she was easy to spot in the corridors, trading music tapes with Bill Weasley or getting reprimanded by Pomona Sprout about the length of her skirts. Everyone adored Nymphadora, and she returned the favor, always smiling and ready to help.

Cordelia arrived seven years later. Nymphadora was about to start studying brilliantly to become an Auror. She had spent a long time reassuring her more reserved sister about the boarding school. She promised to write to her every week and to save her holidays for her. So, Cordelia wiped her small, sweaty hands on her brand-new witch’s robe, kissed Ted and Andromeda, and then jumped on the train, her cat Edmund in her arms.

Cordelia was indeed Nymphadora’s sister, and her big sister was her role model. Even though she was sorted directly into Gryffindor, to the surprised looks of some students. After all, her parents were a Slytherin and a Hufflepuff, and she had grown up sheltered under their wings.

She was less outgoing, more thoughtful, but her gentle smile and strong willingness to help and defend her friends made her likable to many. It wasn’t uncommon to see her sitting and studying with Hermione Granger, her long dark curls bouncing on her back as she patiently explained a concept to Neville Longbottom, or soaring over the Quidditch pitch, her stomach in knots as she realized she had made the team.

Yet, upon closer inspection, they didn’t really resemble each other. Yes, of course, they had the same way of laughing, squinting their bright eyes just like Ted. And Andromeda had certainly passed down to them the art of listening to their interlocutor as if what they were saying was the most interesting thing in the world. But Cordelia also had a deep melancholy in her grey eyes, the look of a tragic heroine who doesn’t yet know it. Her skin was slightly waxy, and her dark curls only enhanced her sometimes ghostly appearance—the archetype of the House of Black.

And that was without counting the letters Narcissa Malfoy, Andromeda’s younger sister who hadn’t spoken to her in over ten years, sent to her son Draco, instructing him not to torment young Cordelia.

Clearly, something was not quite right in the lineage of the Tonks sisters.

1995 - 1996.

Saying Neville liked Cordelia was an understatement. He adored her. And not just the way you adore a friend.

He had met her again on the Hogwarts Express, thanks to Trevor. Quickly, they each became part of the other’s circle. Hogwarts was a small school, and after all, they were in the same house.

But it was more than just camaraderie that blossomed between them; it was a friendship that grew stronger with each passing year. Neville was happy to count her among his friends. He adored her. She was sensitive, intelligent, and kind, despite her tendency to rush headfirst into things without thinking and to fly off the handle easily (she was a Gryffindor, after all). And Cordelia never laughed at him or made fun of him; instead, she found him funny. She was patient and never made him feel stupid for not understanding something.

But as the years went by, the certainty that had brought so much stability to Neville’s life was shaken. Cordelia was starting to find boys interesting. And with a strange discomfort he couldn’t quite decipher, Neville had to face the truth: boys were interested in her, too.

Not all of them, of course, but enough for Neville to realize he was feeling a little jealous. He finally admitted it when Ron pointed it out, laughing. But what difference could it make? In their fourth year, he hadn’t even dared to ask her to the Yule Ball. The tall Durmstrang boy who had gallantly come to ask his friend out hadn’t gone unnoticed. But Cordelia had turned him down, and George Weasley had ended up asking her. What Neville didn’t know was that Cordelia had been waiting for him to ask her, and when nothing happened, George invited her, convincing her she’d still have a good time.

In their fifth year, as their childhood slowly slipped away, Neville had to face the truth. He loved Cordelia.

He loved listening to her talk. He loved watching her play Quidditch, her cheeks flushed from the cold and her hair all tangled. He loved the way she made her breakfast: two toasted eggs between slices of bread to make a sandwich. Her focus when she poured a little milk into her tea. But most of all, he loved the way she looked at him and smiled, making him feel like he was melting.

And if Neville had been more confident and less scared, he would’ve realized that she felt the same way.