She wakes up in the middle of the night, her thick mane of blonde, thin and opaque hairs covering part of her long, horse-like face. Looking at unknown spaces of darkness with extremely open eyes which hold a whole life of boredom. She asks herself why she was having such weird and abrupt attacks of nightmares and insomnia, but, contradicting her own thoughts, daily words and supposed mentality, inside the depths of her oh so normal mind she knew exactly why. Even if she repetitively denies and denies her own sad reality.
Changes her position to a more comfortable one and examines the dark and monotonous, impeccable room under the noise of h
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Secrets... (RemusXReader) TwoShot-Part One
No one really knew who she was. No one dared to ask. She was there teacher, and that was that. She was a Professor, and nothing more. She didn’t talk about her family. No one thought much of it. She was thought of as a regular witch teaching at Hogwarts. No one gave her a second look. And she hated this. She would give anything to be noticed. All her life she had kept to herself. Only allowing a few people to know about her. Albus was one of those people. He was like the father she had always wished for, but never got. He truly was the only reason she was able to teach. During school she graduated top of her class in Defense Against the
Weasleys are our kings
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The Gryffindor common room buzzed with excitement as the pre-party of the Quidditch match against Slytherin started. The whole room had been decorated even more than usual in the red, yellow and golden colours that were known as Gryffindor’s as the house’s students did their best to match the décor.
The room cheered as no other then their seeker, the great Harry Potter, entered the room. “Make way for the king of Quidditch!”Fred Weasley yelled over the commotion. He was seated on one of the many red couches which his boyfriend Avery on his lap. He got flank
Drally, The Magic Begins by DracosRoseAlly22, literature
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Drally, The Magic Begins
"Ally, who do you think it's from??" Hermione Granger's excited voice and shaking of her shoulder, startled Ally Summerhaze from her reverie, the ever replaying scenes of Draco Malfoy asking her out, and the perfect first date that had followed. It was her favorite thought and she returned to it often throughout the day, getting lost in the wonder that he was, and in the rush of feelings he inspired. She had relived the words a thousand times over, yet still could not believe it had really happened. Hermione gave her a knowing grin, and Ally felt altogether lost, warily shoving her heart encrusted drawing of the handsome Slytherin into her De
The Magic Begins, Am I Still The Slytherin Prince? by DracosRoseAlly22, literature
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The Magic Begins, Am I Still The Slytherin Prince?
Draco Malfoy strode through the heavy double doors that suddenly appeared on the long expanse of stone wall in front of him, the Jasper wood glistening in the greenish grey haze. He grinned, feeling very much like a king right now! His fellow Slytherins followed after him, with much less gusto than their leader however, dragging their feet and mumbling discontentedly among themselves. "I thought you said we were going to "have some FUN with the Gryffindorks," Draco!" Pansy Parkingson said with a good eye roll, as she pushed her way passed him. "I would hardly call, whatever THAT was, fun! You can do, and have done much better than THIS! I don
Umbridge's Ire, Part 2: Draco's Decision by DracosRoseAlly22, literature
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Umbridge's Ire, Part 2: Draco's Decision
Draco Malfoy pulled out a chair for Ally Summerhaze just as he'd always done. Ever the gentleman, she thought sarcastically crossing her arms as she sat down at the mahagony table with scrolled legs. She didn't want to think right now, she didn't want to feel. For if she did either, she would surely pass out from the pricking pain of it all. Draco was about to torture her for information, she knew that. When Voldemort wanted him to do it, he fought against it, risking his life for her. Yet, when Umbridge wanted it from him, all she had to do was ask........" Chills raced down her spine, and they weren't the usual one's Draco's company had oft
How A Boy Who Lived Became A Legend by DracosRoseAlly22, literature
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How A Boy Who Lived Became A Legend
Ten years ago as we well know.... a boy became a wizard in The Socerer's Stone.
A year older then, wand raised with no regrets, he boldly took on his darkest enemy in The Chamber of Secrets.
Daunting dementors, and taunting rivals, whirling at him in the third year at hand, he uncovered the past, and discovered a man, a Prisoner of Azkaban. To the Dursley's he never did wish to go back, once met he his godfather, the noble Sirius Black.
Fighting dragons, rash wild branches, and mermaids in the toss and toil of black waves, not to mention a twisting tangle of a maze, was naught compared to what young Harry would face upon being stolen away
A Goblet of Fire, Flames of Danger's Desire by DracosRoseAlly22, literature
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A Goblet of Fire, Flames of Danger's Desire
Jamie Leeder paced back and forth before the fantastic double doors that opened to the sprawling Great Hall. Where could he be? The brilliant gold and black of her robes trailed behind her, rustling wildly making known her anxiety. Everyone else had already gone in, Ally, wrapped around Draco's arm, Bekah and Harry talking excitedly, Hermione and Jason accompanied by an annoyed Ron, whose fury matched the red of his hair. But, Cedric, dear Ced had not yet arrived. He can't do it, I simply won't let him she thought, watching the teeming tables of students, laughing and carrying on, the hall growing fuller, as the corridor grew emptier. He can'
May the Spell be Unbroken by DracosRoseAlly22, literature
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May the Spell be Unbroken
Harry cast Draco a look of utter disgust, which was of course returned with the same snide smirk. Draco Malfoy lay sprawled across the handsome couch in the Gryffindor common room, as if he owned the place, his head resting comfortably in Ally's lap. Ally's delicate fingers begin stroking Malfoy's white blonde hair gingerly, and Harry was reminded of a similar scene. He thought back to the many hours he'd spent aboard the Hogwarts Express, and remembered how Pansy used to stoke Malfoy's hair, beaming down at him, her eager fingers never stopping. Then he had to smother a chuckle as he also remembered her accidently catching his eye lid with h