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“Oh for Salazar’s sake Potter, why did you apparate us into the great hall!” Gasps around them go unheard as the two continue their argument.

“Me! I didn’t apparate us anywhere Malfoy! Why is everything always my fault!” She shouts back.

“Who else do you know powerful enough to apparate through anti apparition wards!”

“That doesn’t mean I did it! That didn’t even feel like apparition, it was different! And how do I know it wasn’t you! The great Draco Malfoy! Too good to walk across the castle!”

“Oh that’s rich, like the Girl Who Lived wouldn’t expect that kind of treatment. You survive one killing curse and suddenly expect the castle itself to listen to your command Potter!”

“Name one time! One time I have ever reveled in my parents deaths! Do you think I asked to survive their murder! Have you ever realized I’m famous for being the last of my fucking line! Do you honestly think I wouldn’t give EVERYTHING to have them! You’ve known me for 6 years Malfoy and when-WHEN HAVE I EVER USED THIS MERLIN FORSAKEN FAME FOR MYSELF!” she’s breathing heavily, shaking as she screams at the blond in front of her.

Professor Mcgonagall pipes in “Children! What is going on!”

They look over to the teacher table and Malfoy freezes next to her, he still hasn’t given her back her glasses but she can see the teachers enough to know they’re confused. “Sorry Professor McGonagall”

She feels her glasses slip into her hand finally and Malfoy stepping closer to her side. Slipping them on she sees what has him so stiff.

The teachers are right…but not? Too many teachers have tried to kill her to ignore such obvious signs. Malfoy senses the same and spins to face the other direction, his hand coming around her stomach to press her into his back.

Her magic begins to swirl around the two of them as her wand flicks into her hand, pointing it at Dumbledore she asks a question only those closest to her know “what do I hear when dementors attack me?”

”My dear I’m not sure, we haven’t met yet it seems” the genial old man tells her. The air rushing around them gets faster, sparks of light spiraling around the pair.  

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Holding his wand ready for an attack Draco scans the room, only confirming something is wrong. The students look familiar but not quite. When he looks down the Slytherin table- it clicks. Locking eyes with his mother, sat beside his godfather. It’s them. He knows it is. But younger. Decades younger.

His hand tightens on her, keeping her firmly in place, “Potter…Potter I don’t think we apparated. I think we time traveled.”

Flitwick’s eager voice calls out as they all eye her magic picking up speed “what’s the last date you remember?”

“October 19th 1996” they say together.

“Today is October 19th 1976 ” Flitwick’s excited voice answers.

“Malfoy, what’s happening?” her magic is getting brighter, faster.

“We’re somehow 2 decades in the past Potter” no other way to say that without freaking her out more.

The air begins whipping more violently as he feels her breathing pick up. He’s heard Granger and her talking about this before, her magic getting to be too much, she’s supposed to have a potion in her bag for it.

He spins and grabs her bag off her shoulder, summoning the potion he shoves it in her hand but she doesn’t take it. She’s still staring at the teachers frozen. Her breathing is getting faster, the sparks around them turning into bolts of light, several of the teachers began to stand but her magic grew with each movement and they still. “Don't move,” he calls to them. 

“Potter look at me” She doesn’t move but she's borderline hyperventilating now as her eyes frantically flick over the staff table occupants. 

Thinking back to an emergency course Uncle Sev had put him through, he quickly took the potion. Uncapping it, pouring it into his own mouth he grabbed her face and sealed their lips together, pushing the potion past her lips, ignoring the feeling of her lips on his. He felt the moment it entered her system as her magic began to settle.

Draco pulled back and saw her eyes roll back as she collapsed on him. Lifting her over his shoulder, ignoring the heat of his hand on her thigh, Draco shoves her bag onto his shoulder with his own. 

Seeing Madam Pomfrey stepping forward slowly he points his wand at who was hopefully the Matron, “Vow you’re Madam Poppy Pomfrey and you will not allow harm to come to her in your care,” She complies quickly and he spins to take the infuriating girl to the hospital, keeping his wand out.

Halfway out the still silent great hall he looks to the Slytherin table, they already know, might as well have someone on his side. “Severus Snape and Narcissa Malfo-Black, please come with me,” his voice rings out across the hall.

He walks a bit further and looks at the legs of the girl draped over his shoulder, his arm banded around her, careful to keep her skirt down, and before he can change his mind he calls out “James Potter, you too and get your girlfriend”

“He doesn’t have one” a voice Draco doesn’t recognize calls out.

“Lily Potter, not sure the maiden name- green eyes,” there's a roar of screams as he continues walking, uncaring for Gryffindor's drama. 

Narcissa gets to him much quicker than is normally acceptable to a pureblood lady and says “you're my son.”

“Yes, Uncle Sev is my godfather.” he says, continuing on his way. He knew at least a few of the teachers followed them.

The odd group fell into uncomfortable silence, he could tell many of them wanted to pelt him with questions but kept quiet for the moment. When he reached the hospital he went straight to the bed Potter was always in and set their bags down on the bedside chair.

Gently pulling her into a bridal hold, he set her still unconscious body in the bed and leaned against the window sill beside her to face the onslaught of questions.

“I suggest you call the unspeakables.” He told the professors before they could begin.

Mcgonagall nodded and ran to the floo as Madam Pomfrey began casting diagnostics, “What was the potion you gave her?”

“I don’t know what it is, just that she’s to take it if her magic gets…cataclysmic.” 

Uncle Sev scolded, “you put a potion you weren’t sure about in your mouth?”

“It was that or the castle be ripped apart, I made a choice,” he's seen enough of Potter’s magic and heard even more to know that was not a time to play around. What happened in the Ministry was proof her magic lashing out was not to be taken lightly.

“That’s happened before?” Dumbledore asked stroking his beard.

“Have you ever seen someone with so much magic?” he wasn't about to give the old man more details without Potter. The headmaster got an odd look in his eye as he scanned her. 

Everyone else watched in stunned silence as Madam Pomfrey's face grew more and more concerned. Flitwick finally asked “what is it, Poppy?” 

“There's an alarming amount of damage, scarring, but…there’s also….” ah, her idiot adventures.

“What what is it? Is she okay?” James Potter frantically questioned.

“There’s....something on her chest.” Draco knew it bothered her at times, he'd seen her hand on it enough to know that.

“It was the killing curse, she has a scar from it.” she would tell them anyway.

“Ho-you said she survived the killing curse, you meant that literally?” Poppy asked.

“Yes, as a baby. No one knows how for sure, just that she did,” honestly it wouldn't surprise him if the infuriating girl found a way to do it just to spite the dark lord. Not that he'd admit it to her but if anyone could- it was her.

James Potter came forward and slipped his hand into her smaller one, sitting on the edge of the bed “and we died. She said she survived her parent’s murder.”

“Yes,” she would not handle this conversation. Her parents deaths had always been a topic he stayed away from after that first mistake of throwing it in her face.

“And you're sure I’m her mother?” Lily Pott-? Asked. He looked away from Potter to the girl questioning him. She had the same little nose, same shaped eyes, nearly the same green without the odd, otherworldly, glow Potter's seemed to always have. 

“Yes. It's widely known Lily Potter was her mother, if that’s not enough I know her mother was once friends with my godfather Severus,” not that he liked to talk about it. He only knew because of what he’d said to Granger in 2nd year, resulting in the worst ass chewing he’d ever gotten from his godfather and promptly never using the word again.

The redhead's eyes cut to his glowering godfather for a split second before she nodded and stepped forward to sit on the edge of the bed beside Potter's legs.

Mcgonagall finally returned with two unspeakables and an older version of James Potter in tow. “How is she poppy?” 

“In a word? Alarming. I’ve never seen so many past injuries on a single student.” 

“Never?” James Potter asked worriedly, Draco knew he was probably thinking of the scarred werewolf friend they’d left in the great hall.

Draco stayed quiet, looking over the girl. Potter could explain the rest of her scars to them, and her infuriating adventures. He'd never admit the amount of times he'd snuck into the hospital to make sure she was still alive. 

Potter begins to stir and Madam Pomfrey silences them all, rushing them out of her curtains.

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Haley wakes and sits up in her hospital bed, the curtains are drawn thankfully, she's been pelted with weird fawning ever since the whole “chosen one” thing happened and wasn't in the mood to deal with it. 

Rubbing her face, Haley saw the back of Madam Pomfrey filling out a few charts and began “honestly Madam Pomfrey I might as well put my name on the bed I’m in it so much. I think I hit my head this time, I hallucinated…I'm not even sure how to describe it.”

“What's the last thing you remember dear?” 

Massaging her temples she told the Matron, “Remember third year when Malfoy and I got into a really bad row over Buckbeak, I punched him and you told me to just kiss him and get it over with? I think he did. Kiss me that is. That was definitely a hallucination.”

“Anything before that?”

She snorted “Apperating into the great hall and Professor Flitwick telling us it was the 70s.”

Slowly turning around Madam Pomfrey told her, “Dear I’m not sure how to say this but I think it's best to just get it over with, cast a tempus”

She didn't look quite right. Younger. More on edge than Haley’s ever seen her, which coming from Haley, is saying something. Her wand was out before she finished scanning the witch in front of her and deciding it wouldn't hurt, she cast the charm. 

October 19th, 1976

Oh. Oh. Oh Godric. What the fuck. 

“Um…Madam Pomfrey…do you..do you know my name?” Hermione was gonna kill her if she’d broken all the time travel rules she’d snapped at her about.

“We know you’re a Potter dearie, although I'm not sure your first name. The two of you seem to exclusively use surnames for each other.”

Haley’s brain is misfiring as she replies “Haley Euphemia Potter” 

“Can the potion you took be accompanied with a calming draught?” she asked tentatively, holding out a vial.

“Yes” She knocks back the potion as soon as it’s within grasp. 

Haley pinched the bridge of her nose as the potion took effect, “Draco Malfoy stole my first kiss, didn’t he?”

“Your what?” the ferret himself popped through the curtain.

“Oh like that’s surprising I’ve been rather busy trying not to die!”

“No less than 35 blokes (and birds might I add!) asked you to the Yule ball, yet you go with Longbottom! And I’m still your first kiss?!”

How did he know that? “Jerks that know nothing about me Malfoy! And Neville is my godbrother!” 

“How did I not know?!”

“Oh I’m so sorry I haven’t kept you in the loop about my love life, would it make the cute little ferret feel better to count the dementor 3rd year as my first kiss?” she mocked before continuing, “Also! You’re the one that did it! You can’t blame me this time!”

“You’re insufferable” 

“I live to infuriate you, truly.” She deadpans. 

They both hear Madam Pomfrey mutter “I see why I tried to give that advice 3rd year” and Haley reaches for the glass of water beside her, ignoring the Matron's opinion.

It’s Malfoy’s turn to pinch the bridge of his nose “Potter, we’re in 1976, what does that mean?”

“You’re capable of being a prat no matter the era”

He breathed deeply for a moment “who else is in this era?” The glass in her hand dropped to the stone floor as she moved to set it back down. 

Oh shit. 

She leaned over the bed and threw up. Madam Pomfrey quickly vanished the mess as Malfoy threw his hands up “aaand there it is. See I knew you had a few brain cells left,” she shot a stinging hex at him. 

Slowly sitting back up and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, “Malfoy, my parents were 16 in 1976. They’re -they're here.”

“I know. They're outside the curtain along with my own mother. Professor McGonagall has them silenced and your father's feet stuck to the floor.”

Haley barely heard him as she raced through the curtain and jumped onto the man she’d only seen in photos and memories. She wrapped her arms tightly around him as he caught her around the waist. 

Mcgonagall thankfully unstuck his shoes as he stumbled a little catching her, he spun them clinging her tightly to him. 

He put her down slowly and held her shoulders, “Please tell your mum she’s your mum.”

She whirled around to lock eyes with ones so similar to her own. Her mum looked frozen in place before she whispered “holy shit.” 

Mcgonagall didn’t even reprimand her mum as Haley launched herself at the taller girl.

Her dad picked up both girls and swung them around yelling. When he finally set them down, a man Haley had never seen but could only describe as an older version of her dad stepped forward.

“Fleamont Potter.” She whispered as it clicked.

The imposing man smiled warmly, setting his hand on James shoulder, “yes darling, I’m your grandfather.”

She looked over his shoulder as she began recounting a conversation with Sirius In her head “how much trouble will I be in for telling you something about the future?”

“None, we already know plenty.”

“My dads parents died in 1977. Dragon pox caught too late.” 

The man stiffened in his fine robes before nodding, he would take care of it. A bit of tension left Haley’s shoulders. If that was all she changed while here, it was something at least right?

Malfoy spoke up from beside his mother “are you sending us back?” He looked tense. Haley understood why, she knew voldewhore had been breathing down his family’s neck for months. 

An unspeakable behind Fleamont spoke up “no. It doesn’t happen often but you aren’t the first to be thrown back in time. The moment you landed here and people realized who you were, the timeline you’re from erased. You’re making a new one now.”

Malfoy surprised her “so we can change things?” 

The other unspeakable spoke now “yes but in changing things, there’s no way to guarantee you know what’s happening. Just because it happened in your time doesn’t mean it will this time.”

Malfoy grabbed Haley’s hand and dragged her over to the unspeakables, he put up a ward to keep eavesdroppers out and without looking at her said “Potter, secrecy ward”

She put up the Veil Ward Hermione and she had been studying since Skeeters articles started, it cut off all sight and sound of the group from outsiders. The others looked up at the dome surrounding them and then back at her.

“What? You said secrecy ward. Can’t get more secrety than this!” 

He looked away from the veil and at her again “Call out in parseltongue so we’ll know if they’re marked”

Smart. Smart. Rookwood had been an unspeakable death eater.

She tried what she’d heard Voldy do as a quick (perhaps cruel) test, 𓆙pain𓆙 . Neither had a reaction, just to be safe “show me your left arms.”

Both men rolled up their left sleeves to show blank skin, “you two are traumatized you know that?” 

“We’re from the middle of the dark lord's second war. Yes we’re traumatized.” Malfoy deadpanned at the hooded men.

Both stiffened at ‘second war’. They were still in the first. 

“Now I’m willing to bet Potter and I know more about him than anyone. He can die before this war gets worse.”

Haley snapped her head to him “who are you?” She poked his face. 

“A sixteen year old who has been crucioed beside his mother! Now are you going to help me kill him or not?!”

She pulled her hand back, “obviously, I was just unaware we were suddenly teammates.” 

Rubbing his temples “Potter who else is going to help you get the diary he had a fit over” 

“Oh Merlin, it’s in your family vault isn’t it? I hope it’s not in your secret room under the drawing room floor.”

“HOW do you know about that?” 

“Where would be the fun in telling you?” She was a professional at riling him up at this point.

“I hate you”

“Mutual, my darling ferret.”

“Can we move on from the flirting and get back to a mysterious diary?”

Both Haley and Malfoy were too used to people accusing their fighting of being flirting and ignored it entirely. 

Haley looked to Malfoy, the boy who once spoke of the dark lords acts as a godsend, now having been exposed to the truth of his depravity, she saw the change. He’d been different. Still fighting with her constantly but sunken in on himself somehow. She hadn’t liked it. Maybe this was the chance they both needed to change things.

Turning back to the unspeakables “what do you know about Horcruxes?”

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James continued staring at the black dome surrounding his daughter, his dad and Evans on either side of him also watching it. “You're gonna get checked at St. Mungo's right dad?”

“Yes Jamie, I’ll get it taken care of and let you know afterward.”

“You know something we don’t, don’t you?” The smile his dad gave him meant he absolutely did.

“Of course I do but I can’t say anything. Now don't you think you should introduce me to the mother of my granddaughter?”

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Narcissa stood to the side of the group with Severus, “I have a son.”

Sev eyed her out of the corner of his own, “you have a son who has an odd relationship with Potter’s daughter.”

She had seen that. She wasn't sure her son was even fully aware of his own feelings. The way he moved with her was not the way one would an enemy. The moment they sensed a threat they gravitated to each other. He moved to shield her with himself, pressing her close on instinct. The entire situation with kissing a potion into the girl .

He carried her, careful with her modesty. He forced the matron to vow no harm would come to the girl at wand point. He’d called for her family to come with them, presumably knowing she would be desperate to see them. Gentle to place her on the bed. He’d kept close the entire time her guard was down. Even when she woke, he watched her. Regardless of the barbs they threw, the heat was all in the eyes. 

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Haley finally dropped the ward covering them and stepped back to her family. Her family. Literal family that wasn't pushing her away. What a novelty.

The unspeakables just had to burst her little bubble. “You'll need to sleep separately from the others. It will be best if you stay together at least until summer.”

“What?” she asked, there was no way they meant what she thought they meant.

“The magic throwing you both back as far as you went will leave residual effects on you. It's rare for someone to end up as far back as you have but for two of you to be thrown is even more unusual. Your magic will not appreciate being separated.”

“You mean we not only need to live together but we need to stay close together?” Why were some of them trying not to laugh? This isn't funny!

“Yes, physical contact will ease the discomfort.” Discomfort? What did they mean discomfort?!

“Hogwarts has family suites we have not used in quite some time, I'll have the elves set one up.” Dumbledore chimed in far too jovially before stepping away to call an elf.

So she got to see her parents. The unspeakables said she would be staying here with them. She could finally get to know them. The only downside was all her friends were gone and she now had to live with Malfoy. Oh! Oh and she would experience discomfort when she wasn’t near him. Fantastic. 

Her dads arm around her shoulders squeezed her and she looked up at him, yeah. Yeah this was worth it. She’d yelled it at Malfoy not even an hour ago, she would give up everything to have her family. 

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Haley sat at the dining table the elves had brought into her and Malfoy's new common room. The professors didn’t want to cause a scene in the great hall and Madam Pomfrey insisted they not over excite Haley again so she would have to wait till tomorrow to see the others despite her protests she would be fine.

Maybe it was for the best, she had no idea what to do about Pettigrew. Malfoy was going to find out if he had already switched teams and she couldn’t act until they knew for sure. She wouldn’t harm an innocent man no matter how much she hated his face. Maybe she could stop him from betraying them? If not, she was for sure feeding him to Aragog. 

Her heart had melted as her grandfather had kissed the top of her head and hugged her goodbye, now she sat between her parents who were clearly still coming to terms with having a daughter not only their age…but together. 

James was over the moon but Lily…Lily had questions Haley knew she just wasn’t voicing in front of the others. 

Neither had been happy about bringing Snape into the suite but Haley had insisted the Malfoys not be outnumbered. She’d have to find a way to deal with her dads….issues with the man. All snakes really. 

One look between Lily and Narcissa had a silencing barrier between the two halves of the table, sealing both sides from the others' conversations. Haley wasn’t sure if it was prejudice or just trying to stop her and Malfoy’s bickering.  

“Please tell me you weren't left to be raised by his friends after we died,” Lily began.

Oh. Oh this was not a conversation she wanted to have in front of Malfoy, even if he couldn't hear it. Not to mention her dad's friends would have been the much better option, Haley would have given anything to be raised by Sirius, “no…there..there wasn't…I was left with Petunia and her family.” 

Lily dropped her fork, quickly snatching it back up, “Tuney hates me?”

“I know. She hated me too. I’d…I’d rather not talk about this yet. Everyone else was dead or…incapable.”

That had them both silent for a moment before James took a deep breath “you're here now, that's what matters. Onto happier topics, quidditch."

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Draco ate quietly between his mother and godfather at the oval table. The common room was much smaller than the Slytherin’s. A fireplace sat on a wall with a single couch in front of it and two doors on either side, presumably leading to bedrooms. The biggest difference was the small kitchen through an open archway and what could only be a bathroom door beside it. 

“How on earth did you get involved with Potter’s daughter?” Uncle Sev asked.

“Father…father wanted me to woo her our first year. It did not go well, we have been like this since the first train ride.”

“Lucius Malfoy wanted you to w oo a halfblood? And have children with her?” Narcissa asked, sounding rightfully stunned.

“Potter’s blood status means little in our time. Even before she came back into the wizarding world, there's not a magical being alive that doesn't know her name. She defeated the dark lord at 15 months old, within hours all of Britain knew her name. Father said her status as the Girl Who Lived outweighed her blood.”

“What do you mean ‘came back to the wizarding world’?” 

“She was hidden away that night. Pampered no doubt. She lives with muggles. Her mother's family, I believe.”

“TUNEY?” his godfather looked like he'd seen a ghost.

“Petunia maybe?” Draco was confused at the dour mans reaction. He was the one that told him Potter had been pampered.

“Petunia Evans would sooner die than treat a child of Lily’s with anything but malice.” Sev looked certain of this, but…that couldn't be right?

Draco looked at the girl, she was clearly having just as uncomfortable of a conversation. As he observed her, he thought over things he'd gathered throughout the years.

She never went home for the holidays. He’d teased her for it in the beginning but it never had any effect. 

She was always happier on the train to school, her light dampened at the end of the year.

She never received letters till Black had escaped and they had some sort of confrontation Uncle Sev didn't like to talk about. 

She was always skinnier at the beginning of the year. 

Sometimes she would flinch when teachers yelled. 

Was….was Sev right? Did the muggles abuse Potter?

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Haley woke and couldn't help the little dance she did in her bed, she was still here. Casting a tempus to reassure herself the nightmares she'd had wouldn't happen this time, she grabbed a towel as well as the toiletries her mum brought from her own stash and went to the shower. 

After brushing her teeth (thank you Alice for having an extra) and wringing out her hair, she opened the door only to walk straight into the shirtless chest of Draco Malfoy. 

He would. He would sleep in just silk pajamas bottoms. Why? She was still staring. Shit. Skirting around him before he could comment on her checking him out she calmly, casually, not at all frantically, made her way into her own room. 

What cosmic joke had her living with THAT.

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Draco was fine. He had not at all been blindsided by the most infuriating witch he'd ever met in nothing but a towel. He was fine. Everything is fine. Time for a perfectly normal, very cold, shower. 

At least she hadn’t looked up and seen him staring. She hadn't looked up at before darting around him, nor did she look back as he watched her ass sway in the little towel. 

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Haley sprinted down 3 flights of stairs into the Great Hall. She could feel what the unspeakables meant now, the further she got from their dorm, the more uncomfortable she got. 

All discomfort was forgotten the moment she laid eyes on her godfather and flung herself at him, clinging to him in a death (too soon?) grip. Thankfully James had prepared him as he caught her easily. 

She heard the voice of her dad happily say, “Pads meet my daughter from the future. Haley, I can only assume you've met your uncle Sirius.”

She nodded into his neck, still clinging tightly. “I'm the best uncle right?” the dog animagus asked proudly.

“The best dogfather,” she corrected as she finally pulled back to look at him. His eyes were brighter, none of that haunted look she'd known. Face fuller, less gaunt. Hair silkier, perfectly styled. Every bit the heart throb Remus had teased him about being. 

“I'm sorry did you say ‘dog’father?” Peter asked, laughing a little nasally. 

She forced a smile, “Padfoot is my godfather but he's such a dog he's really my dogfather. He cursed me with the nickname ‘Pup’ as payback.” All four boys were laughing as Haley saw her mum a few seats down covering her face trying to hide her own laugh. 

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Lily couldn't help but be happy as she watched her daughter (her actual daughter somehow her age with Potter ) smile brighter than the sun as she sat between Potter and Black. 

They ate breakfast, trying to not pester the girl with questions as McGonagall brought her a new schedule. 

“I know we’re not supposed to ask a ton about the future alright but you said your god brother was Neville Longbottom. I have to know…”

“Alice is my godmother, her and Frank's son was named Neville.” she smiled at her brunette best friend.

“I didn't have a ridiculous nickname right?” Alice was laughing but a dark look crossed Haley's face that worried Lily. 

“No, no you didnt Alice. Nev is the sweetest though, you'll be very proud. He's also a complete herbology prodigy.” Lily didn't miss the small change of topic. Haley had said they were all dead or incapable and clearly Alice’s story wasn't a pretty one. 

Lily let herself be distracted from morbid worries by listening to her friends and daughter talk, soaking up everything she could about the girl. 

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Of course Haley’s first class would be with the Slytherins. They'd shared most of her classes in her time, why would she escape them in this era?

The image of him this morning was branded to her frontal lobe. The hard lines, the solid wall of muscle she’d all but face planted against. The blonde trail from his navel leading down to his- Stop. It's MALFOY.  Hermione would be ashamed . Ron would vomit….probably slugs.  

The only two seats available were at the back in the center, right next to each other. Of course. Well, at least it would help that nagging feeling under her skin. 

As class went on she noticed Professor Flitwick doing his best to pretend everything was normal. It was not, of course, and every student had stared at them at least once if not continuously. 

It was nothing new, the students had always stared, this was just different students. She was used to it, Malfoy however, was uncomfortable. Haley could see him rubbing his pinky and thumb together the way he did whenever something bothered him. 

They ignored each other the entire class, having learned years ago Flitwick and McGonagall's wrath was not worth it. 

Toward the end of class Haley couldn't help but fiddle with the bandage on her left hand, the cursed wound had still not fully healed and she had been lucky madam Pomfrey hadn’t thought to examine her hands. She didn’t know what her parents' reactions would have been to seeing words carved into their very sudden teenage daughter but if Sirius and Remus recounting both their tempers were right, it would not have been pretty.

She saw Malfoy stiffen out of the corner of her eye and tugged her sleeve back down, no need to give him more ammunition. 

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What the hell had that been? Draco had seen the bandage on her hand last year but he hadn’t realised till now her sleeves were normally covering it. How long had it been there? Why was it still there? What could have not healed after months?

He barely heard his mother and Sevs conversation on the way to herbology as he mulled over possibilities. 

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Haley was excited for transfiguration, she’d thrown herself into the class the moment McGonagall had told her it had been her dad’s favorite. She's done everything she could to excel in it, hoping to feel just a little closer to a man she’d never known. Now she would finally get to see him in class and the magic McGonagall had always praised. 

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James was enthralled. He fully understood how his older self had been willing to die for the girl beside him. Sure they were the same age now, but on an instinctual level he knew he would do anything to protect her. 

They somehow ended up in a small competition, trying to transfigure the most intricate hourglass possible. No one had ever beaten him in Minnie’s class before but he couldn't be anything besides proud as she added the most elegant details to an hourglass she’d somehow managed to fill with what he could only describe as thousands of miniscule diamonds in place of sand. 

“10 points to Gryffindor Ms. Potter, I’m glad to see your fathers talent is genetic,” Minnie said, gifting Haley with a rare smile. He watched her happily as she seemed to glow at the compliment. 

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Alright. Alright, Lily could admit Potter was….cute. They'd both been watching their daughter most of the morning but Lily ended up watching the hazel eyed menace more than she expected. 

Sure he wasn't as bad as he used to be, still annoying though. This, however, was the gentlest he'd ever been. He looked at Haley like she hung the sun in the sky. 

When the bell rang she was quick to hook her arm through the ravenettes. The marauders got to sit next to her at breakfast. Now it was the girls' turn.

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Cosmic. Joke. That was all that explained Slughorn pairing them together. Haley was infinitely grateful she'd already read her annotated potions textbook front to back twice as well as kept it in her bag at all times. It saved her from Malfoy's berating comments as they worked with minimal communication. 

Haley had noticed his stupid hands before but working alongside them was…..difficult. Would the ring he always wore be cold against her skin? Would she get goosebumps as he trailed his fingers along her hip? Would he- he snapped his fingers in front of her face. 

Great. Great. Not only had she been fantasizing about Malfoy’s hands, she'd been caught. Not that they hadn't been caught looking at each other before but still. She continued working, staunchly ignoring him. Merlin, Hermione would lecture her for a solid 2 hours if she'd seen that. 

As she escaped the dungeons and made it to lunch she was hit was just how surreal this all was. How many times had she stood in the corner of the Dursley's kitchen, watching them eat, dreaming of dinner with her own parents? Now she sat between them, eating as much as she wanted, her cheeks hurting from smiling so much. 

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It was the best day Haley had ever had.  Getting to know her parents and their friends was an impossible dream come true. The only downside had been the uncomfortable nagging feeling under her skin whenever she was away from Malfoy. 

Being in the same class helped. The great hall hadn't been too bad, being on opposite ends of the castle however, was irritating. Getting back into their suite after leaving her parents for the night was surprisingly comforting. 

She found him on the couch making notes, before she could second guess herself, she popped onto the seat beside him. Seeing the side eye glance she very nearly put a silencing charm on him. “Don't even Malfoy, my magic feels like it's clawing to get to yours if we get too far apart.”

Haley was almost impressed he kept his mouth shut, continuing to scratch his quill against the parchment. Yawning, she toed off her shoes and curled into the couch next to him, exhausted after an interesting 24 hours. 

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Draco continued to make notes on everything he knew, forming a timeline from memory. He’d make Potter collaborate with it later, surely she had more details he had never cared to learn. 

Capping his ink, he took a moment to study the girl beside him. He hadn't expected her to actually fall asleep but it gave him a perfect opportunity. Her arms were crossed, thankfully the one he wanted to see was on top. Peeking from beneath her robe sleeve was a bandage. He could see faint red through it so whatever it was, still bled. 

His only plausible guess was the rumors about Umbridge. The Slytherins had known to keep on her sickly sweet side, Potter however had continuously fought the woman. Refusing to back down and agree to the lies the ministry was clinging to. Draco had known she was telling the truth but he could never tell anyone that. 

Parkinson had been the first to hear about the other houses' horrific detentions with Umbridge and quickly spread it like fiendfyre through the Snakes to avoid detention with her at all costs. Potter had detention with her for months though. Surely she couldn't have been using that quill every time though? Why hadn't she told the other teachers? She had proof right there on her hand! Surely McGonagall, at the minimum, would have thrown a fit if she’d known the precious princess Lioness was being maimed. 

He needed to sleep on it, setting his parchment down, he didn't particularly want to go into his bedroom yet. She'd been right, his magic was practically clawing to reach hers if they got too far apart. Now, inches from her, it was settled for the most part. He knew the unspeakables were right and physical contact would help but wasn't about to risk being cursed for touching her unconscious self. 

Years of sneaking into the hospital wing while she slept made him very aware she would wake at the first brush of fingers without a sleeping potion. That didnt mean he couldn't stay right here a few inches from her….just for a little while. 

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Haley woke before the sun had risen like usual. The first unusable part was she had slept through the night without a single nightmare. The first time she woke feeling rested in nearly 2 years. 

The second unusual part was movement of her bed. The steady rise and fall of her pillow should have been clue number one. Instead, an incredible, expensive, spicy scent was clue number one. Something….something against her leg was clue two. Cracking open her eyes, careful not to move, she saw a pale hand on her thigh. 

Somehow, sometime in the middle of the night, she had gone from curled into the couch…..to tucked into Malfoy’s side. He was propped into the corner, his arm around her, other hand on the leg she had hiked up into his lap. Under her leg….morning wood. Completely natural, nothing to do with her. 

It was too early to process this properly. As gently as possible, she extracted herself from his hold. The moment she separated herself, she understood how it had happened. Haleys magic had been warm, content, and comfortable pressed against his. Separated she was back to that nagging feeling pulling her closer to him. 

Fighting the urge to lay back down, she quietly got her things and went to the shower. After finishing her routine, she found the common room empty. 

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Draco had been having recurring nightmares since he first learned the true horrors of the dark lord's return. Last night though, not a single disturbance. The realization of his comfort was…unexpected.

Salazar HELP HIM. He had woken up as she extracted herself, thankfully managing to remain perfectly still and fight off the moan as her thigh dragged across his cock, there was no way in hell she hadn't noticed that . He knew what the unspeakables meant about ‘physical contact would help’ now. His magic was nearly singing till she left him there…..now he was cold. Clearly it was her magic soothing his dreams and wasn’t that just great.

Once she was in the shower, he bolted into his own room. Cumming in his fist like it was 3rd year again and she'd just walked into the great hall with new found assets. He'd been especially awful for weeks following that…revelation. 

He heard her leaving, as well as felt the pull worsening with each flight down she went. Following his train of thought he remembered what she demanded of the headmaster when they first appeared here. ‘What do I hear when dementors attack me?’

What did that mean? The few times 3rd year he'd been near a dementor had been awful but Draco never heard anything. The list of questions he needed answered about her somehow kept growing. 

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Haley could not get over the ability to hug not only Sirius again but her mum and dad too. She made it a point this morning to hug Peter as well, reminding herself he probably wasn't a traitor yet. 

When she hugged Remus, she held him tight. She could see his apprehension and refused to let him think she was ever afraid of him. Haley would have to figure out a way to make sure Malfoy kept his trap shut, he knew Moony’s secret and she would not let him cause issues for her uncle. 

Slytherins were all about equal trades, what the hell would he want for keeping a secret like that? 

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After breakfast she told her parents to head to class without her, she had something to deal with really quick. 

Pulling out her copy of the map (thank Merlin she’d had it in her bag, she didn't want to ask her dad for his and explain it was to stalk Malfoy) she saw him heading to a bathroom (thankfully alone) and ducked through a shortcut behind a tapestry. 

Hiding at the other end of the passage, as his feet passed she grabbed him, yanking him into the passageway. He instinctively sent a blasting curse at her but it was quickly absorbed by her shield thanks to Haley’s own instincts. 

She whisper-shouted “It’s me!”

“Because that’s safer than a stranger!”

“Oh shut up Malfoy when have I done any lasting damage?” 

“You broke my nose 3rd year!”

“Which I stand behind, you were being the worst you’d ever been!” 

Rubbing his temples he asked “why am I in here potter?”

“A trade.”

His hands quickly stilled, looking her up and down with that stupid signature smirk sliding into place, she quickly regretted her phrasing as he told her “I never took you for the ‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours’ type Potter” 

ignoring the memory of his against her not even 2 hours ago, “You know good and well that is not what I meant, Malfoy. I want you to keep your trap shut about Remus.”

“Oh the wolf secret. How surprising, you're being an idiot and protecting someone else.” 

Honestly, why had she thought this would be anything but pulling teeth? “I know you’re going to require a trade Malfoy, what is it?”

“Something of equal value obviously. You want me to keep a secret, I want to know a secret.” She stiffened, what kind of secret could Malfoy want?

“What could you possibly want to know about me, Malfoy?”

“What do you hear when dementors attack you?” WHAT? Why the hell would he want to know that? How did he even know she- oh. She’d asked Dumbledore in order to prove his identity. Not that it worked.

“I tell you what I hear when dementors attack me and you’ll keep Remus' furry little problem a secret?”

“‘Furry little problem’? Really? Fine, yes.” 

“Pinky swear.”

“What the hell is that?”

Wizards. Honestly. Holding up her own pinky she waited for him to mimic her before hooking them together a moment. 

Ignoring her magic’s reaction to touching him she took a deep breath and said “I hear him laughing and my parents' final moments.”

She didn’t wait for his reaction, she didn’t want to deal with him. She got what she wanted and left back down the passageway. 

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What. The. Fuck.

Draco made it to class on autopilot, forgetting the bathroom entirely. How did she even remember that? Potter had been 15 months old that night. He needed to do some research clearly. 

He barely heard a word Mcgonagall said until his mother pinched his hand and he started to focus on the lesson to avoid her wrath. So she’s always done that apparently. 

Talking to his mother and Uncle Sev on the way to Defense was….bizzarre. They were both so….normal? The two of them being semi typical teenagers was not something Draco could have predicted. 

Of course Slytherins still had Defense with the Lions. Why wouldn't they put the most hostile rivalry in the most dangerous class together? Oh we’re practicing hexes and shielding? Obviously the most volatile students should be partnered! Why let us choose our partners when the teacher could pair us up. 

Draco was glad his mother and Sev were paired with two Gryffindors he didnt recognize, he didn't want to deal with the aftermath if they'd hurt anyone Potter cared about.  

The blond couldn't even be surprised when the teacher got to him and said “our two future drop ins can be together.” 

Well, at least he knew what he was up against. Potter and he had been trading hexes, curses, and jinxes (anything to do some damage, embarrass, or annoy each other really) for years. He knew how to read her body and wand movements better than his own. 

They were spaced out around the room before Professor Clarke made her way around, putting a ward around each pair to contain any stray spells. Potter smiled far too sharply as they heard the staring whistle. 

Knowing wasting time wouldn't help him, Draco fired off the first jinx, watching it absorb into her (of fucking course) wandless silent shield. The only upside to his horrific summer had been Aunt Bella's brutal (traumatizing) training. It was awful, but he had improved drastically, enough so he could now keep up with the infamous Potter. 

His father had told him about the duel in the graveyard one night after Draco had encouraged several glasses of Ogden's Finest into the man. He knew Potter had not only dueled the dark lord and survived but father spoke as if she might have won if they continued. Not that he would have spoken such blasphemy aloud, but Draco knew his father, he knew how to hear the words unspoken.

They were matched for speed and variety of spells, Potter had the upper hand for raw power, but Bella had made sure Draco’s shields could withstand even the dark lord to impress him. 

The ward around them shimmered and shook with each spell dodged or deflected. The most infuriating thing was when she caught his spells and threw them back. He’d never figured it out and even Bella and Sev hadn't known for sure what made it possible or how she did it. 

She would catch the tip of the spell, spin to keep its momentum in place, and hurl it back at him with even more force. It was mesmerizing watching her face light up in the glow of the spell as it curled around her while she turned irritating. 

Neither of them noticed the audience they garnered till the final whistle rang out. At some point the rest of the class had abandoned their own practices to become spectators of his and Potter’s. His mother's mask was in place but he knew the tightness of her shoulders, she recognized several of his moves and knew where he’d learned them. 

Professor Clarke finally broke the silence, “well I'm glad I paired you together, I’m not sure any one else could have stood a chance. What kind of defense teacher did you have in your time?”

Neither himself or Potter could hold in their snorts at the question, “the wooooorst worst defense teachers you can imagine,” Potter told her. 

“The 6th was not bad!” Draco argued in his godfather's defense.

“Oh no, he's brilliant . I won't ever deny that Malfoy, but TERRIFYING and MEAN.” 

“You only say that because he hated you.”

“5 out of our 6 defense teachers hated me!”

“The second liked you!”

“which was somehow worse than the 1st and you remember what the 1st did!”

Lily Pott- (he really needed to find out her name) cut in, “wait if you had awful teachers who taught you… all of that! I didn't know it was even possible to do half of it!” Oh so she's where Potter gets the whole talking with her hands thing.

“Experience?” Potter did not want to tell them about her adventures or secret tutor club clearly. 

“That doesn't make me feel better, Fawn,” James Potter said from beside his group of menacing lions.

Draco rolled his eyes “Nothing about Potter's time in Hogwarts will make you feel better,” just wait till they find out she disappeared at least once every year and reappeared bloody and bruised if not entirely unconscious. 

She sent him a stinging hex he was proud to say went shielded silently and wandless. 

The bell rang before he could reveal her idiotic tendencies more. The fact that it seemed to rile her just made him want to say more but he also wanted to get away from all the watching eyes. 

As expected. The moment they sat for lunch his mother put up a silencing ward around them, “you learned that from her.”

It wasn’t a question, Narcissa Mal-Black would know her own sister's dueling style anywhere. “Yes. It was not your choice.” His mother never wanted him near her. 

“Then why?”

“She spent 15 years in Azkaban mother. The dark lord broke her out after he was resurrected (I'll explain later) and both himself and Bella lived at the manor. He demanded she train me so I….” 

“So you what Draco?” Severus prodded.

“So I wouldn’t be the same disappointment father had been. In June father was sent to lead a mission against Potter, he lost. Badly. He and several other death eaters were arrested. I…I was the restitution for his failures.”

He still felt sick thinking about it. His father had always been the strongest, the smartest, the most cunning. Then that monster returned and Draco watched his father crumble in less than a year. 

He’d tried to fight with Potter, tried to blame her when he'd been arrested but she didn’t even acknowledge him the rest of that year. It’d been awful seeing a girl always full of fiendfyre look like an empty shell. 

Then his father had been broken out of Azkaban and told him what happened that night. The dark lord made him watch Bellatrix’s memories to ensure he would be better. He had to sit there, mask as empty as he could muster, as his Aunt taunted Potter with her godfathers death. His cousin.

It was the first and only time he’d seen Potter truly unleash every bit of her magic and it was terrifying. 6 floors of the ministry had been left in shambles. The atrium had been ripped to pieces, tiles scattered like dust. 

His mask had broken the moment a voice he knew by heart screamed “CRUCIO!” He knew Potter was going to kill his Aunt Bella. He couldn’t blame her, but it was the first he’d seen why the dark lord feared potter. 

The monster had never admitted it, but it was there in the way he spoke of her. He’d ranted endlessly it was impossible for a little girl to defeat him not only once but 5 times. 

Draco had been horrified to know Professor Quirrell had been possessed their 1st year and Potter had killed him in self defense.

He had tortured Draco’s father for hours when he’d discovered the diary Draco now horrifically knew to be a horcrux had been destroyed by Potter in their second year. 

The confirmation the tournament was an orchestrated plot to kill her had made him sick. 

Draco did throw up for several hours when he’d found out she had been possessed in their 5th year and the seizure she’d had in their history exam had been caused by the dark lord's false vision of Black being tortured. 

He’d never been more thankful to argue with her than on the 6th year train ride, of course, then he'd immediately remembered what he had to do that year and panicked. Waiting for the train to empty before surprising her with a full body bind and hiding her under the fucking invisibility cloak, he still wanted to know how long she’d been using that. 

It was not to protect her. No, she would have been in his way. He had an atrocious task his family's lives depended on and she could not get hurt in the process in the way.

His mother pinched his hand again to bring him back to the present, “shall I even deign to guess what had you so wholly distracted?”

Great, not only could mother still read him like a book, as a teenager she was much more vocal. When he didn't respond, she continued, “now explain this abominable resurrection.”

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Haley could practically see the questions bursting out of her parents and their friends' skin. Putting up a simple silencing ward she began “I will only answer questions after a vow of secrecy,” she might want to give Pettigrew a chance but she wouldn't risk their lives on his loyalty. 

After each of them had completed the vow, she let her mum go first, “why do you have so much experience dueling?”

Unsurprising Lily would be so straight to the point, “mum people have been trying to kill me from the day I returned to the magical world. Mostly Voldewhore but regardless, I’m alive today 50% luck-50% working my ass off.” 

“Why does he want to kill you though? Especially as a baby!” ah. Yes, the prophecy. 

“I…I'm not ready to talk about that yet. He was crazy, that's the biggest thing.” Haley didn't notice the sparks in her hair, remembering the conversation with the Headmaster after Sirius died when she'd torn his office apart. 

Sirius quickly moved on, “the Malfoy kid…he was trained by Bellatrix wasn’t he?”

Haley wanted to throw up. “I assume so, we aren’t exactly the ‘chit chat about our lives‘ type.” 

“And what kind of type are you two?” Marlene sounded far too nonchalant.

“You’ve seen what type, we’ve been at each other's throats since our first time on the train.” Honestly they were yelling the moment they got here. What else did they expect?

“Sure but the tension between you two is unreal.” So Neville definitely did not get his quietness from Alice. 

“The unspeakables specifically warned us our magic would be like this for who knows how long.” She could feel exactly where he was sitting in the great hall just from her magic reaching out to his. 

“You realise the moment you two sensed a threat you both moved to protect the other?” 

“A known enemy is better than an unknown friend. I've  had someone try to kill me by disguising themselves as a teacher, not a risk either of us were likely to forget.”

“I need that elaborated later but that would explain protecting yourself, but you both protected the other. He plastered you to his back shielding you with his own body for Godric's sake! And let’s not forget the potion! Genuinely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” fanning herself,  “He kissed a potion into you!” 

“As a last resort!”

Remus “What does the potion do?” 

“It’s essentially an amplified calming draught. My magic has always been reactive with my emotions and sometimes…sometimes it gets out of hand.” She didn’t want them to be afraid of her, she’d never hurt them and knew her magic wouldn’t either. 

“Your accidental magic was insane wasn’t it?” Her dad was trying to lighten the mood, she could see it in the mischievous smile she had pictures of.

Haley was grateful for the topic change as they all laughed uncontrollably recounting bits of accidental magic the rest of lunch. 

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After lunch Haley decided to use her free period to her benefit. They were changing things, why not go in order? She wasn’t sure she could do much about the Flamells beyond warning them Hogwarts was NOT a safe place to hide the stone. 

Next was second year's issues! Heading off to Myrtle's bathroom she wondered what she might need. She wasn’t planning to confront the basilisk just yet. She’d never been in the chamber prior to Tom awakening it possessing Ginny but she was fairly certain it was in some sort of hibernation state. 

Luckily Myrtle was off (or hiding) when she came in and no one else was ever brave enough to use this bathroom. The slide was waaaay more fun when you knew what was at the bottom. She’d been down here plenty after 2nd year, it’s where she hid most of 4th and 5th year whenever she needed to get away. 

Not to mention Salazar Slytherin’s private library was a GOLD MINE. She’d never told Hermione, knowing her opinion in the more…gruesome magic Slytherin studied, but she’d spent hours upon hours reading everything she could. 

Plenty of his books were written in what she learned was called Parselscript. It took her eyes a moment to focus but even knowing they were some other language she managed to read them. Haley could not for the life of her figure out how to write in parsel yet but hoped eventually to find a book in here to teach her. 

Many many of her dueling techniques came from those books, it had taken her months of practice to learn how to catch and return spells but it proved to be an invaluable skill.

Opening the large door at the end of the tunnel she quietly, cautiously made her way inside. It was still gross. The tiles had a film buildup on them, the water was questionably murky, the air was…thick. Clearly Slytherin had not meant for his chamber to be self-sustaining. Presumably the heirs had taken on the task till they died out and Tom just sucked. 

Haley didn't hear any movement but still held her breath a little on the way into the library, cringing at the sound of the stone door opening. Sealing herself inside she relaxed, the basilisk couldnt fit in here with so many shelves, scanning the texts she got an idea. 

Petunia had used gifts to apologize for Vernons behavior with coworker's and clients a few times, what if Haley used a gift to apologize to Snape for…well everything but mostly their 5th year. A book hand written by Salazar Slytherin on potions? Snape might actually make a facial expression beyond a sneer. 

Which one though? There were at least one hundred, the man must've used enchanted quills. Wait. Wait. That…that can't be it? Can it? Was he using a quote quill and speaking parsel? IS THAT IT? Shed spent MONTHS trying to figure out some sort of alphabet and he'd probably been using an enchanted quill! 

Kicking herself she went back to the question at hand, which book? Haley knew very little about the man personally. She read most of his publishings but that was all things he already knew or would learn later. This needed to be something that would interest him AND something unknown. 

She, unfortunately, knew exactly who to ask. What the hell kind of trade would he want now? 

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Haley was one of the last to walk into dinner, purposely sitting between Peter and Remus so she could face the worse two culprits. Putting up a ward so only the girls could hear them she began, “we need to have a talk.” 

Sirius was tense, “about what, pup?” of course he'd taken the nickname the moment she admitted it. 

“The Slytherin’s but mostly Snape.”

“What about Snivellus?” James asked.

Haley was immediately grateful the twins had been a pair of terrors as she used the mage hand to smack the back of all 4 marauders heads at once. “First of all, his name is Severus. And you WILL refer to him as such. I will also accept Snape, but that wretched name will NEVER leave any of your lips again.”

The entire group gawked silently, “do you have any idea how awful you've been in the last 5 and a half years?” 

Sirius opened his mouth to defend them but she held her hand up, “no, no. I don't want excuses, Sirius. I am aware he’s a git. I know that, but you know what? So are you lot. I have seen the pensieve memories. I have seen you walk up to him, minding his own business and torment him. Flipping him upside down, hexes, jinxes, curses, threatening to remove his pants (which I PRAY you never did) calling him names, BULLYING HIM. You can not call it anything else. I have NEVER been so ashamed be called your legacy than the day I found out what that legacy was.”

“Fawn were just having fun,” James tried to defend.

“Fun your everyone or fun for you? There is a line between making everyone laugh and a person being laughed at.  And you lot cross it. Continuously. What's fun about making someone miserable? No no he does not deserve it, don’t even try.”

Taking a deep breath she continued “dad I was bullied. Horribly. Viciously. And then I got to Hogwarts and so many people told me how brave you were. I didn’t know your name till I was 11 years old and the first thing I got to learn about you was how you died for me . You sacrificed yourself to give mum and I a chance to escape and I had never been more proud to be your daughter.”

Several of them were tearing up but she ignored it, needing to get this out, “Then I found out people were only telling me the good things. Mcgonagall sang your praises so I threw myself into Transfiguration, desperate to feel close to a man I didn’t remember. Moody told me how good of a dueler you were so I threw myself into it, not just to survive but to feel like I was worthy of your name. It was a horrible mistake of sneaking into Professor Snape’s (no I’m not explaining right now) pensive that I learned I’d been only getting rose colored snippets about you.” 

Her dad was crying, she felt bad but this had to change. “And you, Sirius! Don’t think I don’t know ALOT about you. You do NOT shut up once you’ve had enough Ogden’s Finest. I’m willing to bet I know more about that than anyone. Probably more than you’re willing to admit to yourself. I lived at Grimmauld (no I’m not explaining right now) with you the summer before my 5th year. I spent HOURS every night talking to you. You know who else was at that house once a week? Snape. No you don’t need to know why, just that it happened and that I was there for the aftermath every time.”

Turning to look at Remus and Peter in turn “and you two! Peter, you egg it on if not participate! And Remus! You let them!”

She took a few breaths to pull her magic back when she noticed the sparks on her fingers. “This is done. You are all going to pull your heads out of your asses or I will do it for you.” 

the boys nodded at her solemnly, far too used to uncomfortable tension Haley began eating her food. Eventually Marlene broke the silence, “Lils, am I allowed to marry your daughter?” 

Lily’s pumpkin juice coming out of her nose was enough to break a decent amount of tension. 

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Draco was apprehensive about going back to their shared suite, not only had he seen her magic sparking while having some awful conversation (the amount of tears at that table was uncomfortable even from a distance)  but he had not forgotten about this morning.

Would they ignore it? Probably? They’d always ignored the..incidents. 

1st year he’d grabbed her hand and refused to let go as they walked through the forbidden forest for detention, going as far as to drag her out when they’d found that creature he now knew to be the literal dark lord drinking unicorn blood. 

2nd year she’d caught him in the hospital the night Lockhart removed her bones. 

3rd year he’d slept next to her in the great hall when they thought Black had gotten into the castle and tried to kill her. Draco had to explain to the entire house he knew Black couldn’t hurt his as they were cousins (a complete lie proven by Bella) and he simply wanted a front row seat to her death. 

4th year she hadn’t woken the night he snuck into the hospital, but the dog had and it watched him the entire time. He knew she’d had a dreamless sleep potion and took advantage by slipping his hand into hers, fingers on her pulse point till he ran out of time. It wasn’t until he got home and saw his mother he realized why the dog's eyes had been familiar. 

5th year he’d received a letter from his mother, telling him to avoid confrontation with Potter at all costs and the death of his cousin. He’d commissioned a small dog charm with diamond eyes on rush order that day, sending it to her with his own owl. Neither of them ever said anything but he’d seen the chain peak out of her collar a few times to know she wore it. 

6th…6th they’d been thrown 2 decades in the past together permanently and then woke up cuddling on their shared couch. They wouldn’t talk about it. They never did. 

When she finally came back and found him again working on his timeline, what she did want to talk about surprised him. She popped right back into her seat as if this morning hadn’t happened.

“What kind of potions book would Snape want?” 

“What?”

“Snape, you’re close to him, what kind of potions book would he want? Topic wise?”

“Why on earth do you want to know or care?”

“If I, hypothetically, had access to Salazar Slytherin's personal potions books, which would Snape want as an apology for my father's actions?”

“ Hypothetical my ass Potter, how do you have these books?”

“That can be our trade! Answer my question and I’ll tell you how it’s possible.”

“No no. I answer a question about Severus Snape and I get to pick my own book.” 

“You can name a topic and I’ll bring you one.”

“I get to name something specific and you bring me the book on it.”

She weighed her options, just barely tilting her head side to side the way she always did whenever she considered choices, “deal.” 

“I want the book on how you catch and return spells,” it was a shot in the dark in all honesty but the best duelers he’d ever met couldn’t do it, learning from lost books was the most logical answer. Draco could have never guessed she'd learned it from Salazar Slytherin’s personal books but he would be an idiot to not try.

“Fine, now what book would he want?”

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Potter disappeared for 45 minutes before returning with the two greatest books he’d ever seen. She handed him the one bound in a beautiful deep green dragonhide, before telling him “small problem.”

“What? What did you do to it, Potter?”

“Merlin Malfoy not everything is my fault, this happens to be your favorite founder's fault! Open it.”

Doing so, cautiously, he saw the issue. It was not a language he recognized at all. They weren't even symbols he could hope to decipher. “What language is this?”

“Parselscript,” are you fucking kidding? Before he could crack she continued, “so how about a trade?”

She wasn't looking at him, that was clue one, too bad he still could not have guessed where this was going.

“What do you want for translating it? I doubt there's a book you want me to translate.”

“If I'm giving up my time to translate it for you, I get to sleep on you.”

Draco’s brain must be short circuiting. He’d been thinking about it too much and imagined the request. “You translate it and you sleep on me?”

“My magic requires it, I'll translate the book and I'll get decent sleep,” she still didn't look at him, already carefully translating the black book. 

Honestly, what was the downside? He’d slept terribly the first night here and the second had been the most rested he’d felt in months, not that he’d ever tell her. “Deal.” 

“I'll rotate books every chapter.” He had no idea how this was going to work, were they sleeping on the couch again? He didn't want to ask, this felt like one of the things they ignored. 

After working quietly for another hour he decided the best way to go about it was the way he did everything, setting down his work he began making his way to his room. 

“Wait who said we sleep in your room?”

“Well you didn't specify and I'm going to bed first so clearly we're going to mine.” Potter was bullheaded but she also knew when an argument was worth it and when to negotiate, it was honestly an incredibly Slytherin thing.

“We switch every night,” she called as he crossed the threshold. 

Changing before she could move from the couch he opened the door again, leaving it cracked not wanting to shut her out. Was this insane? Yes. wholeheartedly, perhaps irrevocably, insane. He was agreeing to her sleeping in his bed. Merlin, she had argued that he sleep in her bed every other night and he hadn't even countered. 

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Haley was an idiot. An equal trade! And she bartered sleeping with Malfoy! She hadn’t even thought that through! She'd merely been remembering how well she slept too much that day and the barter popped out! Merlin if anyone from her time had heard that. She hadn't even considered where that would be! Now he was probably in bed in those stupid silk pants without a fucking shirt. She couldn't back out! He would just make fun of her for being a chicken!

Haley put the books away and changed into a pair of pajamas her mum had lent her till they could go shopping this weekend. Malfoy must be transfiguring his pants or maybe his parents' express owl ordered them. 

She felt like a creep tiptoeing into Malfoy’s room. Closing the door behind her she did her best to act normal, crawling into the right side of his bed and under the covers her magic instantly began to settle. The closer she got, the calmer she felt. 

Getting as close as she dared she finally got comfortable and tried to drift off to sleep. Not 2 minutes later she was pulled roughly into his side, her head landing on his chest, “your trade was sleeping on me potter, its physical contact your magic wants.” 

Haley did not trust herself to answer, instead choosing to keep quiet, steady her breathing and will herself unconscious. Merlin she was an idiot. Purposely keeping her legs against but not on top of his she finally settled in, the rise and fall of the chest she was doing everything to ignore, was surprisingly soothing. Within minutes she was deeply asleep. 

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What the hell had he done to deserve this? Was it a reward or punishment? Both?! She crawled into his bed in complete darkness (how-he wasn't sure) so he had no idea what she was wearing but the bare skin against his was bringing back every fantasy he refused to admit existed. 

He was an impulsive idiot when he reached across himself to pull her onto him. Salazar, he might as well have been a Gryffindor for that. Draco was just glad she'd chosen his right side and hopefully didn't hear the thundering of his heart where her head lay on his chest. 

His magic curling around hers finally let him fade into a deep sleep, choosing not to remember they would have to wake up together. 

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Okay now that was the best she’d ever slept. Haley didn't want to move; she was so comfortable. She was wrapped, tight and warm, her face tucked into her pillow. 

It took snuggling a little closer and something tightening around her further for her brain to catch up. 

She was on her side, snuggled into Malfoy . In his bed . His arms were wrapped tight around her, holding her to him. Her face pressed into his neck, his resting atop hers. At some point one of her hands had snuck around him, resting between his shoulder blades, the other was tucked between them resting on his chest beneath her face. One of his legs had wedged between hers, her leg hooked around him, over his hip. 

Godric, the creative (and probably permanent) hex Hermione would hit her with. There was no way to untangle themselves without waking him this time, she was all but locked in place and shifting only made him tighten his hold. 

Her head was stuck, one of his hands spanning the back of it in her hair so she couldn't look up at him. “Malfoy,” nothing. “Malfoy,” a noise Haley would definitely not forget anytime soon, came from his throat. 

“Malfoy, if you don't wake up, I will bite you.” He always had a retort for threats, maybe sleeping Malfoy would be the same. 

“You will not,” alright the deep, sleeping drawl was….different. Honestly though, what made him doubt her? In one quick movement before his hand in her hair could stop her, Haley tilted her head up and bit in the soft skin of his neck, hard. 

It did work. He woke up. Only, he didn't let go yet. Instead he breathed out a curse and crushed her to him. Haley did not let up with her teeth but as his actual cock pressed between her legs she finally did. 

Breathing into his neck (not at all ragged) she said “Malfoy I need to take a shower.”

His grip had not loosened yet and she was fighting rolling her hips “that's an interesting way to invite me, Potter.”

“Malfoy, if you think I'm above biting you till you let go, you're wrong.” He finally let go and she quickly slipped out, not looking back. 

If Haley’s hands wandered in the shower and she came thinking about a stupid blond pressing into her, that was her business. Unfortunately not the first time it had been her business but no one else ever had to know that. 

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It was a punishment. It had to be. Years. YEARS. He’d imagined waking up just like that. He very rarely admitted to himself who the raven hair belonged to and the fantasies never left him still painfully hard. His hand was going to be pregnant by the time they were done with this absurd arrangement. The image of her leaving his bed in the little shorts and singlet was going to be burned into his mind right alongside the towel from yesterday morning. 

Draco just needed to make it till she finished the book. Then he could not only figure out how the hell she did that with his spells but his sanity could remain intact. 

Starting his breakfast across from Uncle Sev and beside his mother, he heard the dour man’s snarl before his mother's question, “Draco, what is that?”

Sipping his pumpkin juice “What are you referring to mother?”

“The teeth marks on your neck.” Oh. Oh Draco had not paid the mirror nearly enough attention clearly.

“Those would be teeth marks,” the quick pinch to his hand told him sass would not help. 

“Ow! Alright alright, Potter and I made a deal. Our magic is clawing at us, we're sharing a bed for a little while.” 

“And that resulted in her biting you!”

“It's the deepest I've slept in months! I had her…trapped and that was her method of waking me up,” he wasn't sure why he left out the books but felt it was the right choice for now. Nor was he going to admit to the exact position they’d woken up in. 

“Why on earth would her only option be biting your neck?” Sev was not impressed.

“I had her head caged against it.” Draco was not dumb enough to meet either of their far too knowing eyes. It was the magic making them like this, it would end soon enough.

His mother thankfully moved on to better topics before they made their way to class. 

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Wow, how surprising. Snakes and Lions in a class together. Again. Maybe Haley should do something about the ‘class unity’ thing? Although, as soon as they get along they'd probably be in separate classes miraculously. 

As Haley stood at the edge of the class talking to Moony and (with effort) Peter, Alice and her mum came to ask a question that made her consider skiving off, “why does the Malfoy kid have teeth marks?”

“That's not at all what it looks like.” they weren't doing anything! They slept and she couldn't get out of bed!

“So they aren't your teeth marks?” Alice, why? Neville would have given her a weird look and made a joke later but that's it! He was never so direct.

“I mean yes but-”

“What excuse could you possibly have for that?”

“We made a deal okay! It's not a big deal! My magic is constantly trying to get to his and the unspeakables warned us the best way to deal with it was physical touch so we're…we’re sharing a bed for a little while. Just sleep though!”

“Just sleeping does not result in teeth marks!”

“It does if he had me caged when I woke up and it was my best option for getting him to let go!”

Remus was no help as he stared up the trees, Peter was just giggling quietly, and Lily and Alice both had a hand to their face before her mum said “you two are painful, you know that?”

“How? It was meant to hurt him !”

“Haley, you're beautiful and I have no doubt very bright but you're also so so dense.”

Haley couldn't help the snort that turned into a full blown laugh. Merlin Neville was going to be so different raised by Alice. “It's really not like that I swear,” they did not look like they believed  her and she was so glad her dad and Sirius were not in this class. 

“You're worse than your mother.” 

“Oi! What's that supposed to mean!” Haley knew exactly what it meant (even if it was wrong) but Lily had not picked up on it.

“Lils, you officially can NOT deny there is something between you and Potter! Your literal daughter is standing next to us!”

“She's got you there mum, I'm physical proof you certainly enjoyed dad at some point.”

Every Lion listening (along with a few Slytherins) collectively choked while Lily sputtered, “Haley Euphemia Potter! Language!” 

As Alice tried to collect herself she defended Haley, “she didn't even curse! Just pointed out some actual facts and I’m a very proud godmother for it!”

“Haley’s existence doesn't mean there's anything between us! It means there was something at some point in her timeline!” poor Lily was really grasping at straws.

“Future Moony said dad got his head out of his ass in 6th year and you started dating when you were head girl and head boy together.” 

“They made that toe rag head boy?!!” 

“Oh yeah! I honestly didn't understand that either, mans set records for rules broken I'm sure but yeah he became head boy.”

Before the Lions could question them further, Professor Kettleburn (still possessing both hands and one foot) called attention to the class and led them to a group of unicorns.

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Narcissa had to give her son credit, no one else seemed to notice him covertly watching the Potter girl. He didn't outright stare, instead his eyes seemed to flick over every few moments as if reassuring himself she was still there. 

Narcissa would have never chosen a half blood for her child. She refused, however, to do as her own parents had. She still had not been permitted to speak with her sister in more than a year simply because her sister chose to love the wrong person. Cissa would not begrudge her son's heart and clearly Lucius was capable of being persuaded. 

The only obstacle left appeared to be themselves. 

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It was while he watched her continuously laugh with the Lions that Draco realized she rarely did in their time. He’d seen her argue with them plenty, she'd been shunned repeatedly, but he'd never seen her smile or laugh as much as she had in the last few days. 

Draco couldn't fight off the flashbacks of that awful lesson 3rd year while waiting near the paddock. The first day of class and he had already been pissed listening to Blaise and Theo talk about Potter. She had not gained much in the way of height but every wizard who crossed her path quickly noticed what she had gained that summer and in less than 2 days Draco was sick of it. 

Then she'd gone and rode the Hippogriff and he'd heard far too many innuendos, his rationality flying out the window. He hadnt meant for his father to take it that far but Draco couldn't find a way out and chose to lean into it. Potter had been furious but it was the most attention she'd ever paid him and he relished in it. 

The day they found out the Hippogriff was to be executed she actually found him in the courtyard laughing with his friends, she was mesmerizing storming over to him, hair and hands sparking angrily. He hadn't even thought clearly enough to duck as she punched him, breaking his nose and most of the others were either too stunned or too afraid of her to do anything. Pansy had been the only one thick in the head enough to try yelling at the girl and her mouth had been hexed shut till Madam Pomfrey managed to undo the spell. 

He knew she'd gone to the hospital with a hurt hand but it wasn't until they got here he found out Madam Pomfrey advised Potter to ‘kiss him and get it over with,’ so at least it wasn't just him who'd been given that ‘advice.’

He tried to pay attention to their lesson, he did, but watching several unicorns nuzzle her proved distracting. There goes any possibility of her lying, the creatures would not be so taken with her if she frequented broom cupboards. 

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Flitwick thankfully had a little less trouble keeping the other students' attention this time. They still stared occasionally but Haley barely noticed and Malfoy was more at ease than he'd been in their first charms class in the past. 

His shoulders still had a tension to them but they had for more than a year now and Haley’s had her entire life so she couldn't exactly fault him for it. 

At lunch sitting across from Sirius, Haley decided they needed to have another talk at some point. That was one they'd need to be alone for though, she wouldn't tell anyone when it was his choice to share. 

First, she needed to write a letter. Professor Kettleburn’s lesson had given her the idea and she was fairly certain it would work perfectly. 

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Draco was dreading tomorrow as he returned to their shared suite after dinner. He would be meeting his teenage father tomorrow. He knew his father had been marked before their wedding and dreaded seeing the man. Would he be anything like the broken man he'd left in their time? The dark lord was alive, was his father already kneeling at his feet? 

The moment Potter sat in her apparent customary place beside him and his magic eased, Draco handed her his now finished timeline, “you'll need to fill in the blanks, I was taught very little about the other side's events or deaths.” 

Clicking the ridiculous muggle pen, she began adding dates and notations, “why do you insist on using those?”

Not even bothering to look up, she handed him a second one from her bag, “do your homework with it and tell me you still think quills superior.”

Finding no valid argument she would deign anything but bigotry, he did. An hour later he knew he would need to secretly owl order several of these pens. Perhaps he could enchant them to look like quills? His family (most purebloods actually) would berate him for using such an object. Her smug smirk let him know she noticed his internal struggle. 

“You never tell anyone potter,” no matter how Gryffindor she was, she was a secret Slytherin and would make a deal with him.

“What's in it for me, Malfoy?”

“I won't tell your lions something of your choice.” there was honestly too much to promise he wouldn't tell them anything.

He watched the gears turn before, “deal, you don't tell them about Umbitch.”

“And what she did to your hand that's still bleeding?” It was a shot and he knew her body language enough to know he was right. 

“They don't need to know about that and yours dont need to know you secretly like muggle pens.”

He couldn't just let it go, “you had detention with her for months Potter, did she really make you use that quill the entire time?”

“What does it matter malfoy?”

“It matters because I know you haven't told Pomfrey.” Neither looked at the other directly, this was outside their usual bickering. 

“And? I've got it taken care of.”

“You're shit at magical healing Potter,” he'd seen her do it the muggle way with the little stickers but she needed Pomfrey or Granger to do it the magical way. 

Risking her wrath, he snatched the parchment from her and used her surprise to grab hand before quickly vanishing the bandage. 

He might throw up, raw and bleeding on her hand were the words ‘I must not tell lies.’ Umbridge had called her a liar but this was worse than he expected. 

She didn't fight him as summoned the gauze and essence of dittany he knew must be in her bag, “why the hell didn't you tell another professor Potter?”

“I did Malfoy.” she just sounded defeated as he cleaned the wound, grateful his godfather had drilled proper first aid into him. So she had told someone. They’d done nothing and the way he said it made him concerned it wasn't new to her. 

She finally set the parchment down and turned her body to ease the odd angle her shoulder was in, leaning into the couch facing him while he delicately added the essence of dittany. He did not expect her to be so compliant, they rarely did more than argue. It must be the odd magic.

As he began wrapping her hand with the gauze, his mouth decided to sever communication with his brain, “I’m really your first kiss?”

He caught her eye roll before she said “yes, what benefit would I have in lying about that?”

“It wasn't even a good one.”

“So sorry I wasn't the most receptive Malfoy” he preferred the sarcasm to the defeated tone she had just a few minutes ago. 

Here's where his mouth and words really went off the deep end “I meant it could have been better.”

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Haley was losing her hearing. That was the only plausible explanation. He wasn't looking at her as he finished wrapping her hand, “what do you mean Malfoy?”

He finished with the gauze and finally looked up, “I mean it doesn't have to count.”

“Regardless you still stole my first kiss.”

“Yes, but I could make it a better one.”

WHAT? “Malfoy, are you offering to kiss me…better?”

He stared back at her unrepentantly, “yes, what harm could it do? You said it yourself, regardless I have your first kiss, may as well count it as a better one.”

He was serious. She’d spent far far too many hours staring scanning his face to know when he was lying. He was really offering to kiss her. Maybe…maybe he was bluffing? Saying it truthfully but expecting her to say no? That made more sense. 

“Alright, fine,” she had to call him on it, it was what they did. He would laugh and make some excuse that he was too good to kiss the likes of her and she’d roll her eyes ignoring him. 

…she was wrong. Faster than she had time to process he’d pulled her hand and hauled her closer. She found herself kneeling on the couch beside him suddenly, his hand reached up to her face. She locked eyes with him as his fingertips skimmed along her jaw before tangling in her hair roughly.

Pulling her forward he molded his lips to hers. Not one to back down, she followed his lead. Oh. Oh this is what he meant it could be better. Haley's hands had a mind of their own as they planted themselves on his chest. Clearly for stability purposes, she was in an odd position. So what if she occasionally pictured what his chest felt like whenever she saw him after his quidditch practice? Sleeping on it had not helped her one bit. 

Malfoy's other hand came to her waist, digging his fingers in she let out a small gasp against him. Some sort of breaking point had been reached as the hand in her hair reached for her leg and quickly yanked it across himself so she straddled his lap. 

Her hands somehow moved, one in the hair so much softer than it looked and the other gripping his shoulder. 

His hand pressed onto her lower back till her hips were flush with his own and she let out an involuntary noise as she felt him press into the bundle of nerves.

Her mind was not at all clear as she rolled her hips and drew a deep noise from his chest. She continued a moment till a knock came from their portrait door and they flew apart. 

She ran to the door and shouted “coming!” completely missing Malfoy muttering “I was trying to”

Haley had always wanted all the cliche experiences with her parents, them knocking on her door as she was kissing Draco Sodding Malfoy had not been on that list, but thats what was happening as they and all their Lions stood at her door. 

“Astronomy Fawn, come on I'm not leaving you to walk the castle alone at night," her dad said looking at her sleepily while the girls eyed her up and down. 

Ah. Right. Class. Perfect. Not daring to turn around, she summoned her bag and rushed through the portrait hole. 

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Haley purposely walked a little slower back to her room, thankfully the Quidditch team had practice after dinner to make her dad a sluggish escort and Malfoy’s long legs had him leagues ahead. 

Were they supposed to just pretend she didn't find out what his tongue tasted like while literally grinding against him? Could they really do that? They've ignored a lot of things over the years but this was probably the biggest. 

Sure she'd never taken off the charm he'd sent her after Sirius died…but that…they didn't acknowledge it was from him. They never acknowledged that he'd ‘anonymously’ sent all his favorite, way too expensive, sweets to the hospital after squirrellymort first year either. 

Saying goodnight to her parents she did her best to appear casual walking into the common room. He was in the bathroom brushing his teeth so Haley had a moment to gather herself and change into her pajamas.

Neither acknowledged the other as they crossed paths on her way to finish her nighttime routine and his way to change. When she emerged from the bathroom she found him in (of course) Slytherin green silk pants leaning against her door. It's only awkward if you make it awkward. Right? Just act as if this is completely normal (not at all heart racing) thing and go to bed. 

He closed the door behind them and Haley was sure he could hear her heart as they crawled into bed. It's only awkward if you make it awkward. Before he could pull her again, she flipped onto her side and settled in under his arm, ignoring his hand behind her when it rested on her waist. Her face on his chest and she chose to pretend it was normal when her hand found its way across him and happened to rest on his bicep. It was just a natural angle for her arm. 

He surprised her when he suddenly reached over and hauled her leg across his hips, keeping his hand just above her knee. Haley couldn't deny the logistics, with her body curled around him, her magic was nearly enveloping his and felt calmer than it had all day. 

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Draco had already come this far and survived….something about laying in Haley Potter’s bed in the dark with her half on top of him had him feeling way too confident. “Do you know what works best for tension and stress?”

“Oh Merlin, what?”

Way too confident in this bed, “orgasms.”

She bit his chest just as hard as she had this morning, it really didn't have the effect she seemed to think it did and even pressing his cock into her thigh didn't clue her in. “You already stole my first kiss, Malfoy, you aren't stealing my virginity.”

Well...if she gifted it to him, it wasn't theft, but that wasn't his intention….for the moment. “There's many many ways to achieve an orgasm without me fucking you Potter, I assure you.”

“This might be your most creative method of telling me to go fuck myself,” Salazar help him maybe everyone was right and they were oblivious at times. Blunt as possible it is. 

“Potter, I mean there's many things we can do to each other without fucking. Admit it, your magic was calmer in astronomy after kissing me. With a bit more, we could probably make it a few hours without needing to be near each other.”

He knew she was considering it as her fingers occasionally tightened on his arm, if he occasionally flexed it under the guise of moving his hand on her leg, that was his business. 

“I’ll....I’ll think about it.” He would take that, he didn't want to pressure her no matter how infuriating she was but clearly he had to spell it out. 

Draco didn't respond, instead letting himself be immersed in her magic and drift off. 

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Haley woke and remembered who was with her much quicker this time. She still didn't move just yet, allowing herself to relish in the comfort she rarely got. They were in a similar position to yesterday morning except Malfoy was still on his back and she'd climbed on top of him at some point. She’d never been such a deep sleeper but clearly this weird magic was having one hell of an effect on them. 

Maybe if she kept her eyes closed she could fall back asleep for just a little while, it was saturday and they couldn't go to Hogsmeade till 9 so why rush?

As she adjusted her hips position, a small noise escaped her at the pressure of something hard against her clit. Fingers tightened on her ass and upper back. The….proposition he'd made flooded back to her. 

She sat up on her knees and looked down at the still sleeping blond. The hand on her back had slid with her movement and now rested on Haley's hip, the other was definitely on her ass but considering her own position she had no room to blame him. 

He looked…peaceful. She rarely got the opportunity to study him without him or others noticing and took advantage of the chance. Besides the now bruised bite marks on his chest and neck, this was the most relaxed she’d ever seen him. Not a sneer in sight. His face had changed over the years, still pointed but…structured now. 

His jawline had come in to match his chin sometime ago, cheekbones still prominent but just a few days here and they’d gained back some of their fair color. He’d been…greyish since they came back for 6th year. 

She’d hated it. Haley had picked more fights with him in the last few weeks than she ever had, just trying to draw him back out of that indifferent sulk he’d sunken into over the summer. She picked one of their worst fights when she found out he dropped off the quidditch team.

They’d ended up dueling in Myrtle’s bathroom of all places and she watched the light come back into his sparkling  stupid light grey eyes. She’d felt like a maniac smiling while he threw vicious curses at her till Mcgonagall and Snape burst in, giving them both a month's worth of detention. 

His cock twitched under her bringing her back to the present. Realizing her hands were on his abs (that he just had to have) she considered the proposition again. It had merits, she could see the logic. Maybe…maybe just a kiss or two a day to keep her sane when they had separate classes? Did they have to start with orgasms? She wasn’t about to admit to him he’d starred in far far too many fantasies already. No need to jump him so he knew just how many times she imaged the asinine blond in the shower with her. Or in class. Or the locker rooms. Yeah he could never know that.

Merlin yesterday she’d been convinced he would laugh or gag at the idea of kissing her, now she was considering what essentially consisted of enemies with benefits. They weren’t even friends. Godric this magic was messing them up. 

Rolling her hips just a fraction and holding in the moan trying to escape, she got up. She needed a shower (an orgasm on her own) and a distraction. Breakfast would help her think clearer. 

When she returned to her room to get dressed, she found the bed empty. Slipping into the dress, tights, boots and coat her mum had lent her and charmed them to fit, before making her way down to the great hall. Her grandparents clearly weren’t blood purists but she didn’t want to risk dressing muggle-casual for her first meeting with them. Malfoy always stared at her jeans like they were an abomination, no need to find out her grandparents' opinion of them yet. 

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Draco could wake up like that every single day and die happy content. He’d remained perfectly still as she sat atop him, her hands idly tracing his skin while she contemplated whatever it was that had her so deep in thought. Hopefully his idea. 

Once she was sealed behind the bathroom door he’d quickly made for the privacy of his own room finished to the thought of his cock buried to the hilt with her astride him. He’d spent months thinking he’d die at the dark lord's hands but clearly it was going to be this magic that did him in. 

After she’d left and he’d finished his own routine, trying to forget the scent of his infuriating roommate he dressed in the fine suit and robe his mother had the Black elves deliver to him. Narcissa had graciously reminded him he would not only be meeting his father, but his grandparents. His grandfather had died when Draco was five but he’d only ever met the portrait of his paternal grandmother. 

On his way out he transfigured a handkerchief into a scarf, no need to let them see the bruise she’d left on his neck. 

His mother thankfully had no complaints about his appearance after breakfast while they made their way to the village. Years of her adjusting his collars had trained him to get it right the first time. 

Every village resident stared as they passed, it was impossible to mistake him as anyone other than a Malfoy. Their arrival had surely gotten out by now but this was the first confirmation anyone outside of Hogwarts would have, the prophet will have a field day no doubt. 

Walking into the restaurant they'd chosen (Merlin forbid the Malfoys be caught dead in The Three Broomsticks) Draco immediately spotted the three more heads of blond. They should really invest in whatever robes the unspeakables wore if they ever wanted to go unnoticed. 

His grandmother, Margeritte, surprised him with an embrace, Draco wasn’t sure he’d ever been hugged in public. Such familiarity was hidden within the manor and no where else. 

Pulling back she cupped his face, “Oh he's a Malfoy alright, just look at him.”

“Hello Grandmother, it’s wonderful to meet you at last.” 

“Oh Salazar. I died before you’re birth didn’t it?” How had his father come from this woman?

They sat at a table primly, Draco put up a second privacy ward, not trusting the establishments pre-placed wards. “Yes grandmother, 1979. An attack in Diagon Alley gone awry.”

This had his father and grandfather stopping their scrutinization of him, “the dark lord would never allow one of ours to be hurt!” his grandfather, already the staunch supporter, scolded.

Now or never he supposed, “the dark lord you kneel before will feed you to wolves and take your children as payment for your failures. The Malfoy name was in shambles in my time. Dozens of pureblood families had been wiped from the earth, entire lines ended if not hanging by a thread. I was barely 15 when the first time I was subjected to the cruciatus at the end of his wand! You can not tell me he would never allow us to be hurt.” 

His breathing was becoming ragged and fists were clenched atop the table, his mother rested a hand on his knee in a move of silent support. His grandmother however again did not care and pried her hands way into his fist, holding it gingerly. “Tell us what you know dear.”

Draco began the horrific recount of the dark lord's fall, attempted returns, and eventual resurrection. It was at the end of his tale they asked the most important question, “why would he be so fixated on the girl?”

"Not to mention the girls constant thwarting." his grandmother added quietly.

 He wasn't sure why he didn't want to reveal the prophecy his father had been arrested trying to obtain.  After a moment’s consideration, he forced them all to take a vow of secrecy. He found one months ago while hiding in the family library that worked similar to a fidelius charm, even legilimency would not allow it to be revealed. 

After they (reluctantly on his father and grandfather's part) took the vow he continued, “Potter is a prophecy child. Before her birth a prophecy was spoken that she will be the downfall of the dark lord. I don't know the full prophecy, father failed to obtain it.”

“Purebloods rarely put so much stock in divination.” his grandfather was looking skeptical, rightfully so, it made little sense the dark lord risked so much on a possibility. Now was time for the horrible truth they would either deny or be enraged at. 

“The dark lord is not a pureblood,” his family stilled to a statue-esque degree. 

“What do you mean he is not a pureblood?” Abraxas hissed at him. His father had gone a sickly green. 

“I do not know specifics, only that he is not. Potter would know the specifics.”

“Speak of the thestral, there she is,” his mother said looking towards the door. 

Sure enough, as he turned there she stood in a sea of black hair, removing her coat. Thankfully not wearing those snug awful jeans. Might as well use the opportunity, if he had any hope of saving his family, it was unfortunately Potter.

Standing and stepping into the walkway he (as formally as he could muster toward the girl) called “Potter.”

The several heads turning instead of one was unnerving but he pressed forward, “I believe we should explain some things together.” He had to give her the smallest tinge of credit, she fought off the eye roll he knew she was desperate to give him. 

“I make no promises for my reactions in defense of my life, Malfoy.” they both ignored the confused or concerned looks.

“Yes yes I expect nothing less, Golden Girl.” 

Her grandfather spoke next, “I believe it would be best if we took this to a private room.” 

Guided by a quickly called staff member, the two families entered one of the exclusive dining rooms at the back of the restaurant. Somehow he and Potter ended up side by side, despite his irritation it did settle his magic and loosen a small fraction of tension from his shoulders. 

The juxtaposition between the two halves of the table was jarring, the brightest platinum blondes to the darkest ravenettes. Potter raised the same black dome ward she had with the unspeakables before turning to him, ignoring the looks from the other occupants.

Those ridiculous green eyes regarded him through too dark, too full lashes, “alright Malfoy, you called this...meeting, what could you possibly want to explain together?”

“You know more about the dark lord's true origins.” 

Her grin could have cut diamond and her eyes took a manic glint, he should have known this would be her reaction.

Placing her hand on her chest he noticed the necklace he’d sent her just a few months ago resting at the hollow of her throat, “Are you telling me I get to tell Lucius Malfoy who Tom really is? Malfoy, this might be the greatest gift you’ve ever given me.” 

Draco nor Haley noticed the several eyes catching his eyes flit to the jewelry at her statement. 

“Must you look manic at the prospect?”

“Absolutely! After Dobby? Buckbeak? The graveyard! Yes. This is a dream come true, Malfoy.” Dobby? What on earth did the house elf father fired have to do with Potter? For fucks sake how much was there he hadn’t known? 

Before he could begin his questions (or anyone else could), Potter began a long winded rant that made Draco wish to throw up if his pride had not stood in the way. The group asked the occasional question, his side much more sparingly, Potter answered each with what he knew to be complete honesty.

Both Abraxas and Lucius Malfoy’s faces slowly contorted into rage but the far too excited girl did not shy away even a fraction. The Potters ranged from pride at her to horrified at her story. As she finished with the explanation of the abominable horcruxes, Draco was sure several of them were holding back vomit, his grandfather was surely cutting into his hand the way his fist was clenched. 

The real shoe drop was when she revealed the Diary's true depravity. It had been entrusted to his grandfather's care. The moment Potter spoke the words “the diary he gave you was his first horcrux, it holds the most of his soul and is in turn, the most powerful. It actually possessed a girl in our second year,” that had his grandfather standing abruptly. The chair he’d occupied fell to the ground with a crash. Draco noticed the smallest flinch at the sound and fought the magic urging him to reach for her. 

“How do we know any of this is true?” grasping at straws there father. Of course Potter chose to burn any doubt in fiendfyre.

“I, Haley Euphemia Potter, Vow on my life and magic all I have told you of the one you call ‘the dark lord’ to be honest truthful facts.”

Abraxas began to pace “that disgusting half blooded liar put my heir at risk!” 

“And used your vault to fund his perversion.”

“Must you throw fuel on the fire?” Draco asked her.

“Unreservedly! I've dreamt of telling his minions this for years!” Minions, honestly. 

“Are you capable of anything other than infuriating every one you cross paths with?”

“Of course, but I reserve all my antagonizing for you.”

“I truly hate you.”

“As always, my darling ferret, it's mutual.”

Marguerite asked no one in particular, “are they always like this?”

Narcissa, watching the pair continue to bicker far too closely, responded “from the moment they entered this era.”

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Haley stood from the table continuing her bickering with Malfoy as they made their way out of the room, both incapable of giving in. They completely missed Marguerite ask Fleamont directly, “are they…?”

“Yes indeed,” the small smile as he watched the two exit told the Malfoy Matriarch all she needed to know. 

James was thoroughly confused but knew he would not gain answers from his father unless the man wanted to share and no one else seemed to be clued in either.

Haley and Malfoy finally split after retrieving their coats, her magic disagreed with the distance but there was little she could do about it at the moment. Her grandma slipped her arm through hers and began walking back towards the shopping district and led her into a boutique swearing up and down she needed several of everything. Haley tried to protest but the woman had chided her, reminding her she'd never gotten to shop for a girl.

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Draco bid his family farewell, assured they would spread the word to their allies, cutting off the dark lord from the most powerful of families. His grandmother had handed him a pouch of galleons to get everything he needed that was unfortunately left behind in his timeline. His mother was far too happy to take him shopping for all she need ‘necessities.’

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After what Haley could only describe as the best day of her life, they met back up with her mum and returned before dinner. Her coat pockets were full of shrunken bags she needed to drop off in her room, promising to meet the others at dinner, she made her way to the suite. 

Her skin was irritating her, this ridiculous magic worsened with each hour they were separated and clearly 8 was too long. 

Crossing the portrait she immediately felt the wave of relief in her skin. Seeing Malfoy seated on the couch reading what she’d already translated, she gave in. Without giving herself a chance to overthink it, Haley shimmied out of her coat and popped onto the couch beside him. Lifting his arm she scooted underneath it and tucked herself tight against his side, sighing as her magic settled onto his. 

“It’s almost as if I was right.” 

“Yes yes dragon, you’re so smart. I’ll be sure to jump you next time I wish to spend the day with my parents.” He always got an odd expression when she called him his namesake and purposely used it whenever ‘ferret’ wasn’t having the right effect. 

Re-adjusting herself deeper into the couch and his side, she rested her head on his chest. They had 45 minutes till dinner, a small kneazle nap wouldn’t hurt. 

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Salazar help him. He’d been losing his mind, trying to read the book with traces of her magic just to soothe his own but it only helped fractionally. Draco was considering grabbing her the moment she entered but was saved when she curled into him on her own. At least she was suffering the same. 

He wanted to ask several questions, namely what one of his family elves had to do with her grudge against his father. 

Before he could finish considering what she would want in return, he realised her breathing had evened and slowed. Well….they had more than a half hour. Pulling off her glasses gently and setting an alarm on his wand, he adjusted himself around her slightly and closed his eyes. 

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Haley woke to the sound of Malfoy's alarm. She wasn’t ready to move yet, her magic was still curling tight around his unrepentantly. Yup. 8 hours was too much. So far they’d only gone 2-3 hours separated since that first uncomfortable night and clearly the longer they went the worse they felt. 

They needed to go to dinner though. She moved to set up but with a groan his hold tightened. Well……Astronomy was easier. Just…just a quick kiss and they’d be fine for dinner. Right? It was skin contact that helped best for whatever cursed reason. 

Her face always ended up tucked into his neck but that meant she was close enough that if she just leaned away a little (if he let her move that far) she could tilt her face up and just kiss him. His head was thankfully resting atop hers so it wouldn’t be a far stretch and then they could (again) pretend it didn’t happen and go about their different ways for dinner. 

What did she have to lose? Dignity? She was already snuggled into Malfoy. Mione forgive her. 

Trying not to overthink it, as fast as she could Haley leaned up and pressed her lips to his. Oh. Oh this was exactly why she was doing this. What was it about skin to skin that had her magic singing? 

Malfoy quickly came to and deepened the kiss, the hand on her hip moving to the back of her neck, threading into her hair. This was easily the most…..benign they'd ever been. The first (technically second) had been much more aggressive, this was languid and almost.....affectionate. Haley couldn't let that continue. 

Biting his lip and threading her fingers into his silky  stupid hair she pulled him closer. Not one to be out done, Malfoy moved (shoved) her into his lap. Unprepared she dropped down roughly, straddling him, and gasped as the tent in his trousers pressed into her center. All thought process had gone out the window as Haley ground against him, relishing in every noise she could pull from him. Why did she have to wear thick tights today? 

Malfoy's fingers dug into her hips sharply while pressing up into her, guiding her the length of him faster, harder chasing both their highs. One of Haley's hands left his hair and hooked over his shoulder, clawing at his back pressing closer against his chest. 

Her breath turned ragged as her muscles began to tighten, Malfoy moved from her lips, biting and licking his way to her neck. When he bit the spot where her shoulder met her neck, Haley released half a dozen curses and cried out, digging her nails into his scalp and back. 

Malfoy continued his movements, dragging out both their orgasms as much as he could. Haley fell limp against him, her head slumping against his shoulder. Malfoy threaded one of his hands back into her hair and hauled her face back up to kiss him roughly. He muttered a cleansing charm against her lips and she felt her knickers thankfully dry. 

He roughly smacked her ass before setting her back on the couch, Haley was too stunned (nor coherent enough) to say anything as he stood, cupping her face in one large hand he kissed her again. “Told you so.”

He left. What the actual fuck Haley. What happened to one quick kiss? You just let Draco fucking Malfoy spank you ??? …would he again? Merlin, she should write a letter of apology to Hermione and Ron. 

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Draco was internally skipping, externally the only thing he couldn't hide was the smuggest of smirks. It was moments like this he missed Blaise and Theo the most. Those assholes would clock his expression and deduce the cause in less than 60 seconds. 

There was no way, no fucking way, this couldn’t continue. His magic was still singing even 3 floors away from her. He risked his life with that smack but the glaze in her eyes made it WORTH IT. They really couldn't do anything soft but Draco would not complain. 

Sitting down for dinner he ignored his mothers all too knowing gaze and began discussing time’s potion differences with his godfather. 

He felt the moment she came into the great hall, he wasn't overwhelmed with the urge to go to her, it was there, but less clawing. A few minutes later the scream of her name let him know his retaliation bruise had been seen. She started it, it was only right he repaid her. The softness of her skin and the breathy moans she made had nothing to do with it. 

His mother turned and saw Potter covering her face while the Lions hounded her with questions, turning back to him he merely hid his smirk behind his goblet. 

After bidding his mother and godfather goodnight, Draco made his way back up, much happier more content than he had been in a long time. He knew Potter was a ways behind him but simply continued on, finishing his routine before sitting on the couch in his pajama pants to continue reading what she’d already translated. Even if he hadn't wanted to share a bed with her, the book was entirely worth it.

Potter returned only a few pages later and ignored him as she finished her own routine. This is the first time he's gotten a good look at her pajamas and…..he was fine. Salazar the silk pants would do NOTHING to hide exactly what he thought of the little (of fucking course, RED) silk shorts and singlet set. 

Sitting next to him, she pulled out Sev’s book, continuing the translations in it. Not one word in his book was legible anymore, the legs curled under her and leaning on his were all he could see. Draco was deeply deeply thankful for the extensive practice he'd had watching her out of the corner of his eye. The steady rise and fall of her chest was obscene and realising her lack of bra was nearly his breaking point. Nearly. He was fine. He’d be fine. 

The books in her lap were not enough coverage for his sanity. He would need to keep his hands high when they laid down, not trusting them to not wander now that he knew what she was actually wearing. Merlin all the fantasies he'd denied having she always wore her uniform, quidditch robes, or his shirt but this he knew would star in many dreams. 

An unknown amount of torturous time later he stood, carefully angeling himself to hide the tent and made his way into his room. Draco heard the tell tale sounds of her things being put away before following him. Flicking off the lights he settled into bed, impatiently  waiting for her to do the same. 

Lifting the comforter for her to force his hands to a safe position he focused on his breathing while she cuddled into him. Merlin what the fuck had happened that Haley Potter was cuddled into his side? Oh right, once in a millenia dual time travel. 

He didn't even need to pull her closer, she hooked her leg up on her own, surely unable to miss his cock still painfully hard. It would never happen but he couldn't help the taunt escaping him, “what no goodnight kiss?”

She didn't move, “I really hate you.” 

“Mutual princess, always mutual,” definitely. 

She moved her leg to scratch at her calf, dragging her thigh across him. Sliding it back down, his hand behind her tightened on her side. 

When the action was repeated, his sanity began to crack,”Potter quit moving.”

“Deeply sorry the seam of my tights made my leg itch now that they're off.” Why must she remind him she’d taken those off? 

“You should have worn tall socks with warming charms, that's your own fault,” not to mention he would've preferred the less fabric between them on the couch. 

The brat did it again, “Potter stop or I will ruin the new shorts.”

“You’re just pissy there’s Gryffindor Red in your bed.”

“No, that can easily be corrected.” Snatching his wand from the nightstand he flicked it and had her silk set Slytherin Green. He couldn’t see it but knew she would feel the magic rush across her skin and know. 

“Did you..” reaching for her own wand she lit it and saw the green on her skin. It was muuuuch better with her completion and this- this would be the set in the fantasies he refused to have. 

She shot up, sitting atop him in one swift movement before changing his own pants bright red. 

Grabbing her he rolled them, adding a slytherin crest to her chest. Her legs were draped over his thighs as he grabbed her wrists and plucked her wand from her hand, setting them both on the nightstand. Hers still emitted a soft lumos, enough for him to see her pinned down. 

“Do you really wanna fight right now or are you going to play nice and go to sleep like a good girl?” Even in the low light he could see her eyes dilate further at the question.

Holy. Fuck. Potter has a praise kink. Magic have mercy. 

She still hadn’t responded, she looked to be short circuiting. He knew she could hex him wandless and silent if she wanted to so he didn’t feel bad as he leaned down closer, still pinning her wrists tightly and ground his erection into her, pulling the sweet sound he’d never forget. “Do I need to ask again?” 

She shook her head mutely, eyes still locked on his. He really should make her give a verbal response but accepted her silence. He couldn't let her get desensitized to that beautiful gift. Just one more though.

Nipping her jaw he ground against her once more roughly and whispered into her ear “good girl,” before returning to his usual position in bed.

Not one more word came from her. 

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Hell. Haley was going to hell. She’d had way way too many fantasies about scenarios just like that. She’d known about the praise kink but never imagined Malfoy would be the one to use it on her. Well…she had….but assumed it would never be a reality.

She hadn’t even been able to form a proper sentence, much less words as he looked down at her with that stupid hair falling in his face and eyes way too bright in the low light. 

And he KNEW IT. She was fucked.

The ridiculous silk did NOTHING to hide him. Why did he have to be a prick but have one that size? Really universe? Couldn’t have shrunk that? There wasn’t enough in his personality? 

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Haley woke in their customary tangle, maybe if she extracted herself without waking him (like a coward) he would forget last night. The trouble was, how? They were on their sides with her leg hooked over his hip again, her head rested on his arm that banded around her. 

His other hand held the underside on her thigh just below the swell of her ass. His fingers were dangerously close to feeling she her body enjoyed this way more than she was willing to admit. 

Should she say fuck it and just bite him again? No..no she could get away. His hand wasn't in her hair this time so she just needed to scoot down and away. As gently as possible, Haley wiggled down a fraction but stopped when she pressed against the morning wood. Was there anything under the silk? It really didn't feel like it. Nope nope not the time Haley. 

Slipping away successfully she made her way out to begin her morning routine. It was when she left the bathroom in her towel she realised the issue. Today was Sunday, there was no class again. Haley planned to spend the day with her parents and maybe an hour or two in Slytherin’s Library. She didn't want to do two days in a row with her magic’s protests. 

Malfoy emerged from his room and found her chewing her lip still considering the options in her towel. He froze for a moment and Haley decided she needed to get dressed before she did something stupid. 

Closing the door she slipped on the sweater dress her grandma had picked, it was shorter than she expected a grandmother to choose but Haley couldn't find it in herself to question the soft woman. Grabbing her tights she remembered the stupid comment Malfoy had made, he was right. Parvati and Lavender had done it a few times, tall socks with warming charms and extra charms to keep the exposed skin of her thighs warm. Supposedly she would only need to reapply the charm once or twice and she wouldn't be outside much today.  

Before she could put on her shoes, she heard Malfoy head back into his own room. Again she was stuck thinking about how today would go. Fuck it. Fuck it all. 

Pulling open her door and striding over to his she knocked before she could chicken out. The door opened to reveal him mostly dressed, shirt still unbuttoned and his stupid signature smirk firmly in place. “Yes princess?” 

Godric, why did he have to call her that? “I'll be with my parents and the other Lions most of the day again.” 

Was it wrong she didn't give him time to respond before standing on her toes and pulling his face down to hers? Probably on some level. He didn't seem to mind as his hands came around her back to pull them closer together. She couldn't get over his lips were just as soft as they looked, even while biting and nipping at her. 

Haley would never admit the surprised squeak she made when he caught her off guard, lifting her by the back of her thighs. Legs secured around his waist, he walked back to the bed they’d vacated barely an hour ago.

Thank merlin they weren't sleeping here tonight, she would not be able to picture anything other than him dropping her onto the mattresses before crawling over her, back to her lips. Hands snaking under his shirt she almost wished she'd stayed in the towel, he was right, skin to skin was exactly what the weird magic wanted. WHEN had Malfoy gained so much muscle? Magic save her, Haley’s hands gained sentience and wandered his entire torso, occasionally scratching the alabaster skin. 

One of his hands snaked up her outer thigh, lifting her dress as he went. Fabric bunched at her waist, the blond on top of her sat up on his heels, her legs bent over his thighs. She was definitely never wearing tights again. 

Running his hands over her while his eyes tracked the movement. Haley immediately felt self conscious under his gaze and went to pull her dress back down but larger hands quickly snatched them away from the fabric and before she processed what happened, they were stuck to the headboard above her. 

Her breathing picked up as Malfoy’s hands skimmed down the outside of her thighs before trailing back up the inside, one rounding over her hip as the other grazed the red fabric of her knickers. She heard him mutter a charm and knew they were now Slytherin Green, the prat. Haley couldn’t even contest the color change as his thumb caught her clit.

Pressing roughly he began slow deliberate circles. Haley’s hips tried to buck but his other hand gripped her tighter, holding her in place.  He continued his torturous, intoxicating ministrations for a moment before his fingers found the hem, pulling the drenched fabric aside, she heard him curse while running the digits through her folds. 

Haley couldn't hold in her own “fuck” as he sunk one into her, curling it perfectly while his thumb found her clit again. It didn't take long for Haley’s muscles to tighten but she surprised herself when her eyes squeezed shut and she cried out “fuck Malfoy” while her orgasm crested. 

Body limp, she looked up to catch his glittering grey eyes just as he brought his finger to his lips and licked it clean. Bracing that very hand beside her head he loomed over top of her. She was too dazed to focus clearly beyond the sound of his belt but his words grabbed her attention, “you scream like that for me again, it better be my given name.”

Haley was still breathing too hard to get words out but nodded lightly, unable to find a proper argument. Kissing her deeply his grin sharpened, “now - if you promise to behave while I finish you can have another, but,” he leaned in to nip at her neck and whisper into her ear “you have to be a good girl.”

Merlin she was done for. Haley nodded but he bit again-harder. “That's not the answer I need.”

Is this heaven or hell? “I'll be a good girl.” 

Worth it. Kissing her deeply he quickly slipped his cock out and under her knickers, trapping it between them and grinding against her. He was careful to keep the head away from her entrance but Haley saw stars each time the ridge caught her clit. His hand roughly palmed her still clothed breast and tweaked her nipple through the fabric.

Legs hooked tightly around his hips she pulled, forcing him against her rougher. Her wrists were still stuck but she only cared about the second approaching crescendo. Both their breathing picked up and his lips worked the way down to the sensitive spot between her shoulder and neck. It was nearly involuntary when a cried “Draco” left her lips arching into him. 

His hips stuttered just after the sound and she rode out her orgasm as he came against her clit. The curse leaving his lips against her skin was much more intoxicating than the ones they normally threw. 

Haley flicked her fingers to release the sticking charm and sunk her fingers into his hair, pulling to bring his lips up to hers. Haley was too….melted..to have their customary aggressiveness. 

Eventually he sat back to look at the mess they made, Haley watched through half lidded eyes still catching her breath. He swiped his middle finger through the mixed fluid and brought it to her lips. Haley did not protest, merely let him slip it in and sealed her lips around the digit while holding his stare. The groan he let out was far too encouraging as she sucked his finger clean and wondered if that was worth exploring. 

Pulling it out with a pop he grabbed her neck and hauled her up to kiss him, uncaring for the taste of himself on her tongue. He muttered a gentle cleaning charm against her lips before fixing his pants, lips still locked to hers. Readjusting her (still Slytherin Green) knickers he stood and pulled her off the bed with him. 

She stumbled on unsteady legs but the smug bastard caught her, righting her. One final deep kiss and he turned her, smacking her ass again she began a dazed walk out, “lets see how long that lasts.”

“I hate you.” her voice was too breathy to have nearly enough heat in it.

“Cumming on my cock really takes the vitriol out of that Potter.”

She had no argument. She had really just done that. Shooting a stinging hex and holding her middle finger over her shoulder she went to put her shoes on. Now off to have breakfast and hope they didn't ask why she was late. 

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Thankfully none of the lions asked any questions, though she did see Moony sniffing her subtly before blushing brightly and vehemently ignoring her for a bit. She turned to Siri who was inhaling his eggs and asked “Hey Pads, can we talk just us after breakfast?”

He looked worried, unsurprisingly but she tried to look back reassuring, “sure pup.”

Before anyone could wonder any further, a barrage of owls with the morning mail arrived. Haley knew this was coming, it was only a matter of time. The Daily Prophet headline read Pair In The Past with a large photo of them leaving the restaurant together. The author (thankfully not Skeeter) went on to recount several eye witness statements from students about their arrival. 

Horrifically that included detailed accounts of the…potion incident. Speculation of an impending Malfoy/Potter marriage was heavily implied much to Haley's mortification. Not only was her first kiss front page news, now most of Britain would think them a couple. 

The photo didn't help. They'd been bickering at the front door waiting for their respective families to join them but too many years too comfortable arguing and this magic had them standing much closer than your typical rivals would. 

They were arguing! She swore! But the photo did not have sound so you couldn't hear the gibes they shot back and forth. It merely showed Haley toe to toe looking up at the blond, smiling while he mirrored her. Neither smile looked as sharp as she knew they'd been, maybe it's been tampered with? That had to be it.

Setting the paper aside she finished her breakfast talking with the others, ignoring the glances (stares) from the students while they read.

When they left and split off from the group, Haley led her godfather into an abandoned classroom before locking the door and raising a privacy ward. Taking a deep breath she began, “Pads we talked a lot the summer before my 5th year, a lot . I don't know what all you know, I don't know if you've….realized the things you had in that time, but I do know that you are my godfather and I love you.”

“I love you too Hail, what is this about?”

Haley held in the tears at hearing him say it again, she needed to continue, “sometimes you are your own worst enemy and I’ll do anything I can to help you deal with that. I need you to apologize to Snape.” 

He didn't look surprised, especially not after her rant the other day but he did ask warily, “why me specifically?” 

She took his hand and pulled him to the window, conjuring a bench. She sat and looked out the window, hoping he wouldn't feel quite so uncomfortable with something else to focus on, “I know Siri, I know a lot. You talk eeendlessly when you're drunk. We saw Snape once a week usually and it always resulted in very long, very drunk rants about the man.”

Sirius was very still beside her on the bench, she squeezed his hand when he didn't respond, “I’m not gonna tell you how to handle this or what to do, that's your choice. Nor will I ever say a word to anyone, but I will support you wholeheartedly and I hope you make the choice that will make you both happier in this life. You were both miserable in my time and the longing stares masquerading as glares got ridiculous after a while. I have a gift I'm working on for you to give him as an apology, I should be done with it in a few days.”

The shaky breath he released was a good sign…probably. He was breathing so that's a plus. When Haley was almost ready to give up that he'd ever reply, he spoke, “did…did he..ever..?”

“No, as far as I know he was permanently single. You both were.” Really they only stared at each other, never anyone else and the arguments they would get into were far too heated to be anything but poorly disguised unresolved tension. Haley and Ginny had been placing bets on who would crack first all summer. 

“Prongs-”

“Can suck a dick if he has an issue with it and I'll happily hex one into his mouth for a solid 24 hours if he says anything.”

Sirius choked a strangled laugh, “i love you pup” he leaned over to throw an arm around her, pulling her into a tight hug. 

“I love you too Padfoot, no matter who you chose.” Haley adamantly ignored the tears on both their faces as they watched the students mill about in the courtyard below the window. 

The pair sat in silence for a while longer before Pads made a crazy comment “you know it goes both ways right? I love you even if you chose my cousin.”

Haley reared back to look at him “Sirius Black the day I fall in love with Malfoy you NEED to hex me purple.”

She could see him holding in the laugh as he nodded, glaring she shook her head before standing, “Come on, I promised mum and the girls I would study with them today.”

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Haley Potter breathing ragged beneath him, chest rising rapidly and her wrists secured to his headboard was without a doubt the most breathtaking beautiful spectacular significant sight he’d ever encountered. Hours later it was still replaying in his mind.

Then she’d arched that chest into him while screaming his first name. He'd cum on the spot. She could never know exactly how many times Draco had imagined hearing that but the reality was infinitely better and he hadn’t even been inside her for Salazar’s sake.

This was undoubtedly the best idea he'd ever had. Draco almost dreaded the day this magic no longer pushed them together. 

The prophet earned him several looks, including his mother and several Slytherins he knew would be or already were marked. He could tell which ones had received news from their families of the dark lord's true story and the ones who still believed the lie they’d all been fed for years. 

Draco hadn’t cared, his main focus had been the photo. It was the first he'd ever seen of himself and Potter and he finally saw what Blaise and Theo always teased him for. They didn't look to be arguing as he knew they had been, this photo was the moment she called him a ‘pompous bleached ferret.’ Instead they looked to be casually professing their love for each other. Perhaps the photo had been tampered with? It must be, he knew he had smiled far sharper than that, calling her a ‘pedestalled chosen one.’ 

After breakfast Draco had chosen to accompany his godfather into the potions labs, Potter was running out of essence of dittany for her hand and he knew his godfather had a more effective recipe. He just wanted to not worry about worsening the injury while…they continued this arrangement. That was all. It would just be a mood killer if he made her hand bleed. 

On the way to lunch Draco felt his magic searching for her and ignored the disappointment when it didn't feel her nearby. That was why she had come to him this morning, to save her own sanity while spending the full day away from each other. 

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Haley sat in the kitchen with both the marauders and the girls for lunch, enjoying the peace of the bustling elves. It made her miss Dobby, maybe she could convince the Malfoys to make a trade? She'd been trading with Malfoy for years but never his parents much less his grandparents.

Her dad got her attention, she knew this was coming, “fawn, I need to know what happened. Please, I know we died and you said no one was available to take you but why? You knew Sirius eventually but where was he all that time? Why was you-know-who so obsessed with a child?”

Well…at least she’d already finished her food because she wouldn’t be able to eat anymore after this. Reaching into their bag she summoned out a few of her basic calming draughts, passing them around. They seemed to know this wasn’t going to be a fun conversation and downed the potions quickly. 

“I need a secrecy vow first. To…to understand a lot of this you need to know things I don’t want others to know.” Haley would be forever thankful Hermione and herself had gotten rather paranoid after Skeeter, she knew how to ensure secrets stayed secret, especially after Edgecomb ratted them out last year and with Peter here she had to be sure.

Once they had taken the vow she began, “in June of 1980 a prophecy was spoken. It told of the one who would defeat the Dark Lord, a child born as the 7th month dies to those who thrice defied him, he would mark the child as his equal and the child would have power he knows not.”

The worried faces of her new friends and family told her they understood. “There were two possibilities, myself and Neville, Alice and Frank’s son. He was born July 30th, I was the 31st. Som..someone heard the prophecy, a spy, and they told the dark lord. He began looking for us.” How was she supposed to tell them then it was Peter who overheard the prophecy and reported back to his lord?

Alice and Lily both had tears in their eyes and they weren’t even to the bad parts yet. “Marlene was killed during a raid hunting us.” Aaand here come the tears. Can’t blame them for that.

“We went into hiding, under the Fidelius Charm.” This, that was where it got really bad.

“Pads would be the secret keeper,” James was so sure, he already trusted her godfather with his family’s lives and Sirius just nodded along, already willing to die protecting them.

 “Please remember that this hasn’t happened, the moment Malfoy and I got here the future changed.” 

Malfoy still hadn’t heard confirmation of whether Peter was marked or not, she would have to test it the same way she did with the unspeakables. “I need everyone to roll up their left sleeves.” No reason she couldn’t make them all do it to prolong them finding out right? Even just a few moments.

They skeptically did so “the night we were attacked I gained something, please don’t freak out.” 𓆙pain𓆙

All seven jaws popped open but thankfully no one screamed and Peter’s arm remained bare.

Lily recovered first, “you’re a parselmouth?!”

“We’ll get back to that later, everyone thought Sirius was the secret keeper. It makes sense, why wouldn’t dad choose him? But that was the point, Sirius was a decoy. There was a spy amongst the Order. (It’s Dumbledore's resistance group against voldy, you all joined after school.) You unknowingly made the spy the secret keeper, and he immediately ratted us out.”

Remus immediately caught her choice of words and his back straightened, eyes flashing gold a moment as a growl began in his chest. James and Sirius caught up a moment later followed finally by Peter. 

Haley threw up a shield around the smaller boy before they could move, “none of this has happened yet. This is why I was hesitant to tell you.”

“Haley, are you telling me that all of our lives were ruined because Peter turned coat?” So this is the quiet temper Remus and Sirius told her about, if they were right…it could get explosive soon.

“Peter made a horrific choice but that was future Peter, this one isn’t marked, that’s why I just checked dad.”

Sirius wasn’t convinced, “But that doesn’t mean he isn’t already working with them.”

Marlene seemed to have realized she died from Peter spying too, “aren’t Blacks natural Legilimens? You could look and see if he’s already a traitor.”

Peter was shaking in his seat as they all rounded on him “I’m not! I’m not! Sirius look!” 

Sirius didn’t wait a moment longer after Haley dropped the shield, quickly diving into his friend's mind. 

After several tense moments Peter slumped while Sirius pulled out, “he hasn’t. They haven’t even approached him yet.”

Haley made a choice of her own and reached her hand over to Peter’s on the table, “you can make better choices Peter. I promise you, he isn’t the winning side.”

Peter squeezed her hand back, she couldn’t look at him with hate anymore. This wasn’t the disgusting man who carved into her arm, this was a boy who’s worst mistake was a few pranks gone too far. Her dad and all his friends would survive this time.

Haley continued on, might as well get as much as she could over with all in one day. “He came for us the 31st of October, 1981. He came alone, so confident we never stood a chance. We really didn’t.” 

She couldn’t do the details, she was already beginning to hear it and her throat was closing. “Dad tried to hold him off so mum and I could get away, mum didn’t have her wand and there were anti apparition wards, she stood in front of me and pleaded with him to kill her instead.”

“How did we know he was hunting us?”

“There was a spy in the dark lords ranks as well. When word began to spread that Voldy was looking for Sirius before he knew about Peter, the spy risked his life to warn us that we were being hunted.“ and yet they still refused to admit there was anything but hate, honestly. 

"wait who was the spy?" Did her mum see what Haley saw? She seemed to as she eyed Sirius.

"It was Snape. He sold himself to Dumbledore as a spy to protect us."

"that...that doesn't make any sense?" her dad was so confused, remus and the girls looked like they understood more than him. Haley chose to ignore the questions and continue with the story as Sirius' eyes welled.

“He killed mum and then, when he tried to kill me, it rebounded. I don’t know how, I only know that it hit me then it destroyed him. There wasn’t even a body, just robes and a wand.” 

“How do you know it hit you?” Marlene had a valid point.

rubbing her chest subconsciously, “I have a scar and….I remember it.”

“w…..What do you mean you remember it? You were 15 months old?”

“When I was little, if I concentrated really hard trying to remember you, I would remember a flash of green and a searing pain in my chest. I was always told you died drunk driving so I assumed that was the accident. Then in 3rd year I began to be attacked by dementors (that's a story for another day) and they force you to relive your worst memories. Hundreds of them swarming me drew it to the surface and now when I'm near them…I relive it.”

“Your only memory of us was our deaths.” James had finally given in to the tears with the others. 

“First year I got to finally know your names and what you looked like and then fourth….fourth year I got to meet the shades of you, just for a moment but it was the first time I got to hear your voices not screaming.” Haley ignored the tears on her face as she took in the sight of her parents. They were here. She had more memories of them, no longer just nightmares. 

“I'm here now, I get to know all of you, it's worth it.”

They were all crying, but she had to finish at least 1981. “Sirius knew the truth and went after Peter, he was going to kill him, I have no doubt, but Peter outsmarted Sirius and managed to frame him for everything. When Sirius found and confronted Peter in a muggle town, Peter blew apart the street killing 12 muggles and injuring dozens more, cutting off his own finger before disappearing into the sewers.”

Aaaand the resentful angry looks were back, Haley stayed ready to shield the boy if needed. “Sirius was sent to Azkaban without a trial. Remus fell apart. He became a shell of himself, barely alive.”

“Oh Circe, I'm the only one you haven't mentioned what happened to.” she wondered when Alice would catch that. 

“By that morning, all of Britain knew he was gone. The problem was….a few of his closest circle knew the prophecy. They knew Neville was the other possibility but that Voldy had chosen me for whatever reason. They thought Neville was the key to bringing him back. A few chose to attack in hopes of finding answers. Both you and Frank were tortured with the cruciatus curse until you didn't know your own names. A house elf managed to hide Neville in time but…you didn't know who he was by the end of it. You were both still in St. Mungos when I came here. Neville and Dowager Longbottom visit all the time but you…you don't recognize them.” 

Alice looked remarkably like Neville with such a broken expression and that realization just hurt. “He’ll know you this time,” it was more of a promise to herself than to Alice. 

Lily finally snapped and nearly knocked Haley off her seat with the force of her embrace, “I don't think I can take anymore trauma today.” James joined them, quickly followed by the rest in a half-standing dogpile. Haley made sure to pull Peter in, determined to not push him out now that they were certain of his innocence. 

“Okay, how about a quidditch game as a ‘pick me up’?” aaand theres the quidditch fanatic she heard about. 

For the first time, Haley was thankful for Umbridge. Her locking away Haley's broom last year had added to the paranoia and she had carried her shrunken broom in her pocket ever since. Pulling it out, she spun it through her fingers quickly unshrinking it, “you're on dad, but know that McGonagall always said I was a better flier than you.”

She needed to save the memory of his face lit up like that. The group took off for the pitch, Haley Sirius and James quickly getting competitive for who could get there first. Sure they were taller, but Haley had years of running practice from Haley Hunting and she knew this castle better. They'd only made the map last year and probably haven't even finished finding all the secret passageways. 

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Draco sat on stone benches talking with his mother, Sev, and a few of their friends. The Rosiers were the only ones he had never met, Evan having died in the first war and his sister Pandora married his father's cousin Lovegood, quickly becoming ostracized. Draco saw too much of Potter's friend in her to not continuously mistake the girl for her strange daughter. 

Speak of the thestral, here she comes. His magic began to warm just slightly and the blond knew it was Potter approaching rapidly. She always ran so silently, he never understood how or why. Potter came sprinting around a corner as he expected, his nerves calmed as he saw the smile lighting up her face. Clearly not running from danger.

As she left the stone of the castle and her feet met the grass, she tossed her broom in front of her, running to leap onto it. He’d tried for weeks that first summer to balance on his broom like that but struggled endlessly figuring it out and only grew angrier at his once again shortcomings compared to the precious savior. 

It had nothing to do with wanting to impress her and he did not continue trying every single summer till he mastered it just to show her. He certainly didn't memorize her face the first time he did it in their first match 3rd year. Since then, the beginning of every game when the teams squared off, they stood atop their brooms hovering above the other players, jeering eachother on. 

His eyes were not the only ones following her fly off to the pitch, every wizard (barring his godfather) watched with far too much interest. He wouldn't hex them. He was fine. This was normal. It was nothing compared to 4th year when not only his own classmates but 2 other school’s wizards had also ogled the scarred bespectacled girl, too many vollying between vying for her attention and mocking her. Draco had mastered the art of combining the two.

Selwyn’s comment did not cause a twitch in Draco’s eye, “explaining a half blood Potter to my parents just might be worth it.”

“Potter has been asked on no less than 200 dates and refused them all, don't bother.” He’d heard of the constant love confessions 6th year, so quick to forget they'd been horrendous to her last year. She’d been bombarded with owls every single meal and followed through the halls the entirety of their 6th year spent in their time. 

“And were you one of those 200?” fuck off Rosier.

“No,” yet he still holds her first kiss and is no doubt the first to make her scream like that. Draco would be forever smug for that accomplishment.

“Why did she refuse so many?” Merlin himself wouldn't fully understand Potter. 

“She claims they didn't know her,” she was right, none of them knew her. One idiot (a Hufflepuff they'd gone to school with for years no less) had given her violets when asking for Magic's sake. Violets . How dense do you have to be to not know her favorite flowers are peonies? 

Another idiot Ravenclaw had thought himself clever, giving the girl lilies, telling her dating him is what her mother would have wanted for her……it'd taken Madam Pomfrey three hours to mend his hand. Draco had learned early on she did not appreciate mentions of her parents, especially not as some sort of attempt at a step up. 

Draco had NOT given her peonies that day. That would be ludicrous……they’d been delivered to her dorm window that night….anonymously. Not with his own personal owl she saw in the great hall nearly every day. Ludicrous. 

“A seeker already had her heart,” Pandora was far too much like her equally cryptic daughter. A seeker had her heart?

Diggory. Of. Fucking. Course. Diggory! The only prat to ever beat her and it hadn't even been a fair match. Potter nearly died! Fucking Diggory. Of course. The one she'd watched die and refused to let go of his body. Draco didn't notice his magic sparking in his hands. 

“Do you play darling?” his mother's voice had that tone she got when fishing for answers.

“Yes, I was on the house team since 2nd year.” He had bought his way on to the team to prove he was good enough for her better than the weasel. 

“What position?” 

“Seeker,” he was still the only one who ever came close to beating her without dementors . No one else stood a chance against Potter, it was the only reason Flint hadn’t skinned him for their repeated losses second year.

Draco missed the looks they all exchanged, watching the pitch in the distance with several figures flying around. Too many years made it easy for him to know which was the infuriating girl. 

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Draco did not expertly time the walk back to the great hall to merge paths with Potter. That would take years of practice. It was merely a coincidence. 

His cousin approaching yielded…unexpected results. Potter all but skid to a stop, staring at the black haired heir, “Regulus?”

Both groups halted at her cracked voice, what the hell was that about? The youngest Black eyed her with what only other Slytherins would recognize as masked interest, “baby Potter?”

“Holy shit you're still alive.” ah, yes. He was the first death she’d added to Draco’s timeline, that didn't explain the emotion in her voice though?

“Still? When did I die?” Draco grew more and more irritated watching the exchange.

“I..um…you..” when THE FUCK had Potter ever been speechless ? He died in 1979! What could be causing this reaction? Draco stared at the heir in front of her, oh you have got to be kidding. He was built far too similar to fucking Diggory . The ridiculous curly ebony hair as far opposite from Draco’s own as possible. Draco was taller, shoulders wider, everything his younger cousin was not. Why was she still staring at him?!

“Pup, what is it?” his other cousin, her godfather seemed to snap her out of it. Blinking, she finally looked away back to the Lions before returning her attention to the youngest bitch Black “we need to talk some time.” um no. What for? He died before either of them were born!

Regulus nodded to her, still with too much attention in his gaze as she continued down the hall. Draco’s nails cut into his palm as she turned back to look, not at Draco, but at him again before entering the great hall. 

Thankfully it was Rosier (not that fucker) that asked “do you know what that was about?”

“No. Black died in ‘79 before either of us were born.”

“1979! It's ‘76 right now! How did he die? Wait, which of us died?”

“I don't know, Potter told me it was ‘79. Mother only ever told me her cousin went missing.” He purposely didn't answer the second question, if they weren't dead, they went to azkaban. 

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Dinner was thankfully uneventful and his mother kept up a running mundane conversation, preventing the others for questioning Draco further

He was still irritated as he made it back to their common room. Potter had beaten him there for once, making notes with the timeline spread out next to her. Draco wasted no time, snatching the quill and parchments from her before dropping into his seat and hauling her over his lap catching her lips with his. 

His magic was furious at the excessive time apart, that was all that made him so…aggressive. He didn’t feel bad at the marks his fingers digging into her surly left as Potter matched his ferocity bite for bite scratch for scratch, neither ever willing to be out done. 

He his magic was still seething. Knowing Potter was not only willing but wholly capable of hexing him into oblivion if he did more than she wanted, he pulled her dress up. His hands memorized the path he trailed up both sides while he lifted the fabric. Her arms raising, lips separating the briefest second to remove it entirely. 

The moment her arms were back down, she planted her hands on his chest, wiggling her fingers Draco felt her magic pass over the buttons, undoing them in seconds. Of course she could wandless. Not to be out done, Draco ran his hands over her thighs, vanishing the tall socks he’d thought about far too much today. 

Her hands pushed his shirt off him harshly, no doubt crinkling it but Draco couldn’t care. Haley Potter was atop him, nearly naked, actively undressing him. A practiced snap of his fingers had her bra undone and quickly thrown to the side. 

Sucking and biting his way down her neck to her chest, he purposely left several marks. Any idiot that got close would see Draco Fucking Malfoy’s marks on her skin. Every sound she made grinding against him was because of him. She would finish on his cock . 

No no. Ya know what? She’s going to finish on his tongue and every time she looks at his face she’s going to remember what it’s capable of doing to her. Slinging her to the side, he dropped her onto the couch beneath him. One swift tear had her knickers ripped off her, the string of curses her ragged breath let out as his teeth and tongue met her center made the yank to his hair incredibly worth it. 

Tasting her directly from the source was sooo much better than his fingers. Reaching up he took hold of her breast, using his forearms position across her to keep her squirming self in place. His other hand worked his own trousers off, freeing his cock he multitasked his own pleasure and hers, he had an idea that required him finishing just after her.

Feeling his hands way back down her he slipped a finger inside her. Fighting the need to fill her, not only did he say he wouldn’t until she wanted it, she was still too tight, it would be too uncomfortable for her and he was in no mood to take his time. 

A few curls of his finger and a well timed nip to her clit had Potter screaming his first name amidst a string of curses. Lapping up all he could, Draco then shot up to kiss her before she could come down from her high, now or never. “Are you going to be a good girl and swallow my cum?” Nothing would make him stop using that when her reaction was so enticing perfect strong.

He was ecstatic to see her nod, a small smack to the cheek before grabbing the back of her neck, “words.”

“I’ll be a good girl and swallow you.” Magic have mercy. 

Hauling her up by the neck he stood between her legs. Haley eagerly took him in her mouth and Merlin that sight alone had him finishing. 

The head of his cock still in her mouth she looked up at him through those ridiculous lashes  glasses, staring into his eyes while swallowing. Haley pulled back with a pop and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to show him. He needed several memory vials immediately please. 

He surged back down, kissing her deeply as he laid them both on the couch, keeping most of his weight off her. Her hands had other plans, pulling on him till he dropped down. His magic tangled tightly with hers while the kiss became lazier, softer. 

Finally they settled into the couch, both unconscious quickly, entangled naked in front of the fire. 

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Haley woke in a tangle of bare skin. Her magic felt like it was glowing. If someone had told her even just a few weeks ago she would wake up comfortably naked wrapped in Malfoy’s arms, she would've hexed their tongue to the roof of their mouth. Yet, here she was. Naked. Wrapped around an equally naked Draco Malfoy. 

Circe, she’d put his dick in her mouth all too enthusiastically. It was not her fault. This magic was doing things to them. How else would you explain….anything about what had been happening in this suite. She’d been making notes for the timeline one moment and the next she was helping Malfoy undress her! 

Testing his hold on her, she shifted a fraction before freezing. See, the thing about being naked…there were no barriers. Haley was positioned a little higher in their tangle than usual, leaving his dick juuuust beneath her. The tip resting in a perfect position at her entrance. She was wet. She knew that, his cock twitching slightly against her as he breathed deeply made her very aware. If either of them moved an inch, the head would slip in. 

What the actual fuck had happened to her she was considering it? A few days ago she had been hesitant to kiss him?? He'd been her first kiss! Her first..everything! Was she really considering giving Draco this first too!?

….Draco. Oh Godric. NO. Malfoy . She will concede to an occasional….verbal ‘Draco’ in…the heat of the moment. But other than that he was Malfoy !

His hold tightened and the head pressed against her, Circe she was considering it. 

It wasn't a big deal. Right? Okay wrong it was. Even Lavender who’d done it fourth year had waxed poetic about the importance of choosing the ‘right one for the first one’ for MONTHS. She’d carefully chosen a Ravenclaw boy after weeks of deliberation. It had been terrible though. 

Malfoy would be anything but terrible, Haley knew that. He managed to make her finish faster and better than she could herself, Haley was fairly certain she might black out if they did more. 

What would Hermione do? Barring the screaming disappointment, she would make a list of pros and cons.

Pro- world spinning orgasms. 

Con- Malfoy.

Secret Pro- Malfoy.

Con- he's such a smug prat.

Pro- he has reason to be smug. 

Con- …..

Pro- maybe they could go longer without seeing each other.

Con- he nearly had buckbeak killed.

Pro- he'd been scarred permanently in a moment of stupidity and did nearly lose his hand, it was the most blood she’d ever seen at Hogwarts.

Con- he’d run to his father.

Pro- he’d sent Haley the books on Hippogriff court cases ‘anonymously.’

Con- the stupid badges he made 4th year.

Pro- he sent her the gillyweed after finding her frantically searching the library the night before the second task. 

Con- his father laughed while she was crucioed just a few months later.

No..not that couldn’t count against him, it wasn’t him. If her dad's actions shouldn’t count against her, neither could his. 

Pro- he’d slipped her wand into her hand while her and Hermione led Umbridge into the forest that day the DA had been caught.

Con- he’d help Umbridge catch them.

Pro- his steps made much more noise than normal coming up the hall so the others had enough warning to get away while Haley let herself be caught. 

Pr- “Potter quit wiggling against it, I intend to keep my word and that makes it maddening.”

Oh. She’s been slightly subconsciously slipping against the tip just barely as she made her surprising list. Flipping over in his hold, Haley grabbed her glasses and stood. 

If she didn’t go to the shower and deal with this now, she might…be late for breakfast. 

She walked to her dorm first, adamantly ignoring that she was bare as the day she’d been born, summoning her disarray of clothes along the way.

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She was testing his sanity, teasing the tip of his cock like that. He meant it when he said he wouldn't steal that….now if she chose to give it to him, he would not deny her. 

As soon as she closed the door after sauntering that perfect  naked ass away from him, Draco went to his own room. They had class today, thankfully 2nd period would be together so they shouldn't have a repeat of…whatever yesterday had been. Draco still wasn't sure why he’d reacted so… much to his cousin. 

Dozens of wizards had tried for her attention for years, it never had so much effect. This magic hadn't been affecting them then either. Haley hadn’t paid them a fraction of her attention like she had his cousin though. 

…..Haley? What fresh hell . 

Potter. That's it. Potter. She's always been ‘Potter’ and that's it. Except for that brief brief (entire year) fantasy that plagued him 4th year when he kept dreaming about her jersey having 'Malfoy' across the back but that was it! It had been swiftly killed when he came home that summer and learned too many horrific truths. 

Draco heard her exit the bathroom and retreat back to her own room. Purposely waiting till that little towel would be hidden behind her shut door till he began his own routine. In the shower he could feel the moment she left for breakfast, his magic calling to hers.

He did not finish his routine faster than normal to minimize the chance of Black finding her without him nearby. He just didn't want to be late for breakfast. 

There was definitely no breath of relief as he found Black a few seats down from his mother. Ludicrous. 

“Son must you two be so violent with your….arrangement?” what? Oh, there were several marks peeking from the edges of his collar. Right. Well….she had just as many. Every wizard here would know who caused them as well. They can all fuck right off. She was hi….. fuck . 

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Haley sat at breakfast just as the others began sleepily piling their plates. She could see the divide as Peter now sat a little further than normal, still in the group but a little distant. Haley pretended the small space beside him was meant for her as she sat. Peter sent her a small grateful smile while she piled food on not only her plate but his. 

Her mum was clearly also still upset about what she’d shared yesterday, “how much worse does it get?”

How was she supposed to answer that? Horrifically? She fought for her life every day for as long as she can remember? She knows exactly how long she can go without food and water without passing out? Two teachers have tried to kill her? Another tortured her? Another she’d broken his hand ‘accidentally’ when he put it too low on her back? “Mum there's no good answer beyond I'm still alive.” 

“Merlin's beard cub” Remus looked more like the one she knew when he was stressed, that was too depressing.

“What year was the worst? Maybe we get the worst of it over with.” Alice that plan was not as sound as you hoped.

“Probably…a tie between 4th and 5th. 5th though……5th ended with the worst day of my life and I will tell you about it eventually but please remember that I'm not proud of how I reacted.”

James took a deep breath, “what..what made it so bad prongslet?”

“Sirius was killed,” she focused all she could on her breakfast.

“I take it it's what you did to who killed me you aren't proud of?” Sirius always put pieces together faster than most. 

“It happened at the ministry during a fight…they were still rebuilding when Malfoy and I came here.”

Siri let out a low whistle, “MERLIN pup. Now that is what I call being avenged!”

“Black!” Lily scolded, “she clearly isn't happy about what she did.”

James caught on to something else though, “when you came and the Malfoy kid gave you the potion, he said it was that or the castle be ripped apart. He really meant that.”

Haley was not at all surprised to know Malfoy knew more about that night than most, after all his fa….oh merlin he knew ALL of what she’d done that night didn't he? Well….it was his aunt. Thank Godric she was older, Haley could NOT be around her the way she was Peter.

Speaking of Black cousins, Regulus was looking at her from across the great hall. Maybe before dinner she could grab him for a bit? What the hell would she say to him though? 'Hey I know you probably hate me for my blood but Voldewhore is lying to you and you were drowned by his inferi trying to kill him when you found out about his abominations'? Phenomenal- he’ll immediately change sides and start wearing cute flower crowns.

“Haley quit looking at Baby Black before Baby Malfoy explodes.” Alice what the hell will your son be like with you raising him? Sure enough Dr- Malfoy looked PISSED. 

Before she could examine that further, the morning post arrived. When was Hedwig born? Haley needed her back. Opening the response letter she received she quickly read through it. Perfect. She wouldn't be able to talk to Regulus today but she could take care of another problem at dinner tonight. 

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Transfiguration was still her favorite class. Now instead of trying to feel closer to her dad perfecting the complex magic, she was competing with that very man for who could make the best ferret from a feather duster. 

James' was black with red stripes, he still had 3-4 feathers though. Haley had plenty of practice with this thanks to years of teasing Malfoy. She made a perfect white ferret, topped off with beautiful silver eyes and a pale pink nose.

“Is that….” Marlene was eyeing the cute ferret in front of Haley. 

“Malfoy fourth year? Yes, I got really good at transfiguring ferrets to tease him with.”

“How often have you too been accused of secretly dating?” What does that have to do with her ferret?

“At least once a year. It got really bad 4th year when he started dating this girl and she HATED me, worse than he hates me. It was a bad year.” Parkinson had always been a bitch but after she glued herself to him 3rd year, she got nasty with a permanent scowl directed at Haley.

Maybe Haley had fed into it…just a little. It was too easy to rile Malfoy and get his attention away from the petulant girl. Haley had no reason to want his attention on her beyond irritating Parkinson, the girl just annoyed her constantly hanging on him. And maybe..just maybe his growth spurt had more of an affect on her then she admitted and that was the year the dreams got waaay more frequent. 

“Wait, he has a girlfriend?” Alice, always with the important questions.

“No they broke up that same year, some big fight the night of the Yule Ball.” Many girls (even a few of the boys) had gossiped that their fight had been about Haley but that was just the Hogwarts gossip train running amok. 

“Not to mention that future doesn't exist and that girl hasn't been born yet.” Lily clearly had better logic than Haley who had not remembered that bitch  Parkinson no longer existed.

“You don't help people in this era thinking your dating either, just how low do those marks go?” Marlene is suddenly Haley’s least favorite. James and Sirius seemed to agree.

“That….is not important. My magic isn't screaming at me for being too far from him and that's all that matters.”

“Pretty low then huh,” ALICE WHY?

“Alice, need I remind you that both you and mum were pregnant within 3 years of right now!”

The boys (minus a red Prongs) and Marlene began cackling till McGonagall hushed them. Marlene wiped her eyes, “Lils you had sex with Potter!”

Lily opened her mouth a few times trying to find a defense but Haley beat her to it, “don't even deny it mum, I’m proof.”

McGonagall hushed the slightly hysterical group again but Haley caught the hint of a smile as she turned back to the pile of papers to grade.

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Haley was not looking forward to Divination, sure it wasn't Trelawny but she doubted this one was much better. Malfoy seemed to agree as Haley sat at the table beside his, letting her magic reach for his, she saw his pinky and thumb rubbing together. Can't blame him, who knows what this professor will try to predict for two people from the future. 

Oh hooray. Tea leaves. Only Alice and Lily were here with her but Haley did a double take at a third blond occupying Malfoy’s table. Pandora Lovegood. Luna’s mum. The resemblance was almost uncanny.

The blonde’s wide bright blue eyes turned to Haley, “hello, you were friends with my Luna,” the same airy voice made Haley want to cry. She hadn't realised just how much she missed Luna but here was the proof.

“Yeah, she's brilliant."

Malfoy snorted and before the ferret could comment Haley held her hand over his mouth (they had gotten too adapt at silently removing the mouth sealing charm so she began resorting to this muggle method 3 years ago) and continued “she’s brilliant, regardless of what her prat of a cousin says.” 

Malfoy bit her hand and she pulled away as he complained, “you and the misfits I swear!”

“Oh I’m so sorry I didn’t like to surround myself with geniuses like Crabbe and Goyle!”

“For the last time, I had as much say in that as you! Our fathers agreed on it and I had no choice but to go along with it till 3rd year!”

“Oh because daddy thought his prince needed protection?”

“That’s rich coming from you princess.”

“Yes yes I had SOOOO much protection!!”

“The school was guarded by dementors to protect you our entire third year!”

“And I’m the only one who they nearly killed!! 3 times Malfoy! Did you have any idea what a dementor's hands wrapped around your throat feel like while it seals its grotesque mouth over yours! Because I do! Does that sound like PROTECTION?!”

“Children!” Ah there’s Professor Helleway. “I see this is what the other teachers have been warning me about.”

Haley and Malfoy had been scolded mid fight in class dozens if not hundreds of times so they quickly ignored the other and focused on their own space, ignoring the looks ranging from horrified to curious. 

A Gryffindor boy Haley didn’t know asked “Can we please talk about what kind of disaster their 3rd year was? Why would there be dementors at Hogwarts?” 

Haley was prepared to tackle Malfoy if he tried to explain the fiasco of Sirius 3rd year but he wisely kept his mouth shut.

“Haley?” Her mum was scanning her as if to check for several years old injuries.

“I’m alive, that's what matters mum.”

The prat snorted “yeah that’s why Professor Snape had to carry your body back to the school.”

“I'm sorry Professor Snape?!”

“Your BODY?”

“Mum I’m fine it was just magical exhaustion.” 

“Magical exhaustion with YOUR MAGIC?”

Turning back to the infuriating blond “I really hate you.”

“As always, it’s mutual princess.” 

The professor finally cut back in “how about we focus on the new future, not the old one.”

Yes please, Haley was not ready to explain why she almost killed Sirius and she came face to face with Moony that night.

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Draco needed to ask what the fuck she meant about feeling the dementor. He knew she faced a ton that night but had one actually got it’s hands on her? Or was she talking about the quidditch game? She’d told him (shouted) that a dementor had been her first kiss but who the actual fuck wouldn’t think it a hyperbole? Who was he kidding-this was Potter. 

His mother informed him his leaves told of a great love helping his future, sure. That's what they said last time too. 

He thought Potter’s leaves would be more interesting to listen to but Merlin was he wrong. “Your leaves say your greatest love is ‘seeking.’ OOOOOH he must be a quidditch seeker!”

Draco was going to wait 20 years and then curse Diggory. 

Longbottom’s mother was nothing like her son as she began listing the current house seekers, “let's see, Gryffindor is Howel. Ravenclaw is Crickett, Hufflepuff is McMillian, and oh you know the Slytherin seeker! It's Regulus Black.”

Narcissa’s tea cup shattered in Draco’s hands. Draco repaired the cup, completely missing the amused looks from 4 girls around him and thinly veiled concern from Potter. 

Would his mother forgive him if he maimed their cousin? A fucking SEEKER. First Lovegood’s mother’s horrible prediction/comment and now fucking tea leaves!?

The Lion girls continued a moment later, “there's a Gryffindor Slytherin match Saturday! We’re going and we’ll see which one you like better.” 

“I was going to go anyway, dad and Padfoot are playing and I wanna watch.” 

Sure. That's why she's going. What spell did Quirrell use on that broom first year?

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Haley dreaded lunch, would they ask more questions? Sitting down her worry was quickly answered, “okay after we died and 1981 was traumatic, you went to Petunia. I’m terrified to know she was awful….but how awful?”

“Mum please, you really don’t want that answer and I don't want to talk about it.” 

“Haley, yesterday's story was my worst nightmare. How much worse can it get?”

How was Haley supposed to tell her that her own sister had hit her daughter with a frying pan on countless occasions and her magic was the only reason she survived Privet Drive? Her hogwarts years were going to be bad enough to explain but telling her family what her childhood had been like? “I don't want to talk about it please .”

Sirius thankfully understood (too well) and quickly launched into a story about a Hufflepuff opening a book with teeth in the restricted section. 

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Haley would never forgive Slughorn for pairing her with D- Malfoy. She could only see those stupid hands and remember what they did to her not even 24 hours ago. Merlin she’d woken up naked with the prat just this morning. Cuddled into him! She always knew she'd die young but didn't think it would be this kind of magic to kill her!

Every time she looked at his sparkly  stupid eyes she just remembered him standing over her while she sucked on the head of his cock. Godric help her. Hermione would have smacked her with the biggest book she could find. 

What was his problem today? He was being a bigger prat than normal and it was really beginning to piss her off. He got like this a few times a year and she could never figure it out. 4th had been the worst but she assumed it had been his annoying brat of a girlfriend that did it and then again 6th in their time even as a sunken shell of himself he’d get like this for no reason! 

He’d hexed her feet to march the entire way to the great hall from the DIVINATION TOWER just because Zabini had talked to her for Merlin sake! As if his own friends are too good to be sullied by her presence! It had taken Hermione 3 flights of stairs to stop laughing and remember the counter!

The indignant ferret went to the supply cupboard and Haley took the chance to confront him without prying eyes or Slughorn around. Following him she silenced the small room, “ what is your issue today Malfoy? This fucking attitude comes up every few months and it's the worst every time!” 

“Potter, shut up.” he didn't even turn to look at her, just poking through jars, still unused to Slughorn's organization. 

“Shut up?! See! This is exa-”

“Potter either shut up or I will silence you myself.”

“Oh because I’m not capable of removing that fucking hex, this is what I’m tal-”

It was not a hex he used when he spun to face her. Instead he sealed his own lips onto hers with a ferocity Haley was proud ashamed confused factual to say she met with all the heat of the words she'd planned to shout at him. 

Malfoy wasted no time muttering a quick locking charm and lifting her, legs secured around his waist, his large hands gripping her ass tightly he began to aggressively bounce her tightly against the tent pinned between them. The skirt had bunched so all that separated them was her knickers and unfortunately  his own clothes. 

This may or may not be an exact recreation of a fantasy Haley had OFTEN. The ravenette was thankful for the silencing charm as it only took moments for her muscles to lock and fingers to claw at his shoulder and scalp while she cried out into his mouth. 

As she came down from the sudden high, he dropped her legs back into a standing position and against her lips demanded “knees.”

Why did she obey? Again without question she eagerly took him in her mouth the moment he freed his cock but now she took as much as she could. Locking eyes with him above her she sucked deeply as he finished into her throat. Swallowing every drop he gave her she pulled back with a pop before he hauled her back to her feet. 

Fixing his trousers, he kissed her once more, muttering a cleansing charm against her lips before turning her, with a smack to her ass he said in her favorite deep drawl  “don't let our potion over boil.”

Haley went back to their station in a bit of a daze. What. The. Fuck. She'd gone in there to yell at him and now her tongue tasted like his delicious spend. Slughorn thankfully didn't notice their absence nor did the potion seem to be having any issues. Her mum and Alice at the table beside theirs were staring at her and Haley adamantly ignored them. Thank Merlin the marauders were seated too far away to have noticed. 

Since WHEN did she take literal orders from MALFOY? He returned with the ingredient they needed far too smug but at least in a better mood. She preferred smug Dra-Malfoy to bitchy Malfoy.

When class finally finished she bolted away from him to the girls sides, she should have waited for the boys to join the first.

“You went into that potions cupboard fuming and came out with glazed eyes, WHAT HAPPENED?” Alice, why? Why do you notice too much?

“I don't even know, I went in there to confront him about his pissy mood.”

“Well he came out in a far better mood so it worked,” great, her mum had been paying attention too. 

“Yeah because those two did things in the supply cupboard! In the middle of class!”

“They probably made out in the cupboard.” 

Haleys cheeks were on fire, mum was not wrong, just….not the whole truth.

“Look at her! They did more than kiss!”

The boys and Marlene thankfully joined them at last and Haley was saved from more questions. The group began the walk to the library but Haley remembered she had something important to do before dinner, “hey I'll meet you in the great hall okay?”

Sirius cocked his head the same way Snuffles did “where are you going?”

“I just have something to take care of and I need to grab…something before dinner. I'll meet you there.”

Thinking twice as she began to sprint away, Haley turned and called “if I’m not back by breakfast, ask Mrytle how to find me!” she didn't wait for their answer or let them follow as she took off. 

Chapter Text

Draco felt a little better. A little. Then she’d sprinted off shouting a contingency plan. She wasn't supposed to do this shit till the end of the year. That's how the schedule worked! She annoys him for several months and then gets herself nearly killed. Barring 4th year where she wasn't supposed to survive the tournament, just die so her blood could be collected, but that was the only outlier!

Well, and 1st with the broom incident. 2nd with the bludger. 3rd with the dementors (that he still needed answers about). Salazar, what was she doing?

He was not stressed the entire time he worked on his essay before dinner. Nor was he stressed as he found the great hall lacking a second Potter.  

It was a few minutes into the dinner before the doors to the great hall opened, but instead of her, a younger Newt Scamander walked in carrying a briefcase. The headmaster rose to greet him, “Newt! My old friend, what brings you here?”

“Hello Albus! I received an urgent owl asking me to meet here and came as quickly as I could with the supplies necessary. I assumed you knew more than I did.” 

“Alas I am afraid not, perhaps-” before the headmaster could ponder further, the students heard stone grinding. Near the top of the ceiling where it turns to the night sky, a giant hole was opening. A voice he was relieved couldn’t be surprised to hear called out  “no one move! I promise his eyes are covered!”

He felt his veins fill with ice as the largest serpent imaginable burst from the wall with none other than Potter sat astride it. Dozens of students screamed, many attempted to run but were quickly frozen in place by others. 

The castle shook as the beast landed between the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables. Potter was laughing hysterically of course. “Everyone, meet Jorgon! Salazar Slytherin's Basilisk Familiar!” Sure enough the king of serpents had black fabric over the eyes.

The scaled monster moved around the tables smoothly to come down the center aisle and meet Scamander, Draco couldn’t help it as students cowered away,  “Potter, it nearly killed four students in our time!”

“It wasn’t his fault!”

“Why didn’t you kill it again!?”

“He wasn’t trying to kill me this time, why would I do that?!” 

“My dear are you sure…Jorgon will not harm anyone?” Dumbledore asked her.

“Of course professor! I wouldn't have brought him out if I thought he was a danger.”

“We have a very different idea of what danger is Potter!” 

She ignored him as the beast reached Scamander. The hall was still deathly silent so he was able to over hear their conversation.

Sliding off the enormous beast as she spoke, “Now his favorite food is tapir, he likes to have room to swim but also dry places to hide. Of course he'll need to warm himself, it's been centuries since he's gotten to be in the sun.”

He watched her pet the beast as if it were a crup, it was 3rd year Care class all over again. As Scamander shrunk the snake excitedly, placing it inside his obviously enchanted briefcase, Potter promised to visit this summer. Hugging the girl and waving to the headmaster, the magizoologist left with his new…pet.

The infuriating girl practically skipped to her table as if nothing was out of the ordinary while the rest of the castle's residents gawked at her. 

Draco heard a student yell out “that's been in this castle this entire time?!” 

Another followed it with “and it attacked students in their time!”

“He said she killed it their time!”

Merlin they were not ready for the truth of what she'd actually done. The dark lord had ranted for hours about a little girl with a sword killing his monster. His mother turned to him a few shades paler than normal, “please explain.”

Placing a silencing barrier around the three of them , Draco explained what he’d learned of 2nd year, “at the beginning of our 2nd year Filch’s cat was petrified. If you see a reflection of the beast's gaze it won't kill you, just petrify you. No one knew what was causing it for months and it became a nightmare especially after a 1st year was attacked.” He had scoured the library for hours, eventually asking his mother for creature books from home before he figured it out and proceeded to have far too many nightmares.

“I assume they sent you all home when the first student was attacked.”

“Well. No. They implemented stricter curfews and more teachers rounds, eventually we had to be escorted class to class in groups. The entire school was blaming Potter, saying she was the Heir of Slytherin.”

His godfather's drawl cut in, “What could make even the worst dunderheads believe Potters to be descendants of Slytherin?”

Ah…yes, the duel. “We were paired to duel at the beginning of that year, you had me conjure a snake believing it would scare her. It did not. Potter’s a parselmouth, no I don't know how. Just that she is and she talked to the snake I conjured, ordering it to back down before it attacked a student. Of course the simpletons believed she was egging it on despite the evidence in front of them. Any idiot would have seen it back away from the boy but by the end of the day the gossip train had told the entire school she nearly killed him with the snake.”

Both of them were looking between himself and Potter now as covertly as manageable. “Eventually Potter’s friend was attacked and they finally believed it wasn't her. Then her other friend's sister was kidnapped and taken into the chamber, Potter disappeared and reemerged hours later through the doors of the great hall where they’d gathered us for safety, covered in blood and dirt carrying a sword with the girl in tow.” It had been the most beautiful   relieving  scariest sight he’d seen up to that point. 

“I found out years later what really happened. The diary father had, he’d planted it in the kidnapped girls cauldron while we shopped for school supplies and it possessed her to open the chamber and attack students.”

“You could have been killed.”

“I know, mother,” it had taken weeks for his mother to speak to his father after she learned the truth. 

Sev finally spoke up after a few thoughtful moments with a small twitch in his eye, “you're telling me the Chamber of Secrets is real and Potter has been in it?”

Salazar's sack, Draco was an idiot. The fucking books! She’s getting them from the fucking CHAMBER OF SECRETS. Fuck how was he supposed to get her to take him in there?

He could see the Lions bombarding her with their own questions, rightfully so.

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Draco was immensely thankful when he got back to the suite, not only to bask in her magic (as if he hadn't had his dick in her mouth just a few hours ago) but also to get some questions answered. 

She must have taken a short cut because he found her already in another absurd set of tempting silk. Maybe he could get her out of it. They didn't acknowledge each other as he went to change into his own pajamas before dropping into the seat beside her. This magic was ruining them as he draped an arm around her before pulling out his reading assignment. 

A bit later the perfect opportunity arose as he watched her fiddle with the bandage on her hand, summoning the jar of salve and a few supplies he took her book and placed it on the table. Turning to face her on the couch she didn’t protest as he took her hand and began unwrapping, only turning her own body to mirror his. 

“And what is it you want in return Malfoy?” No point in pretending otherwise. 

“I made it myself and it's Snape’s recipe which means it will work better than what Granger had you using so I get five answers.”

“Two answers.”

“Four.”

“Three.”

“Deal, what does my family’s ex house elf have to do with you?” might as well start off easy.

He hadn’t expected her to laugh, maybe he should have after years of knowing her. “What did your father tell you happened with Dobby?” It’s weird she knew his name.

“He was always a little odd and fathers least favorite for some reason, father fired him at the end of our second year.” 

Draco was not watching her chest as she laughed, “he would say that. No, not at all what happened, Malfoy.” 

Seeing the cursed wound still enraged him but he pushed it away in favor of answers, “enlighten me.”

“It would be way more fun to show you, we need a pensieve.”

“Blacks are natural legilimens, we don't need a pensive for me to look at your memories.”

“And that's horrifically painful not to mention why would I let you wander around my head?”

“It's only painful if you aren't careful, you can hex me equally if it hurts and I'll only look at what you allow.”

She eyed him as he finished cleaning the wound and began applying the salve, “pinky swear.”

Salazar, her and the ridiculous muggle customs. Whatever. If it got him the answers he sought might as well, hooking their little fingers together as he finished rewrapping her hand he waited for her to look up at him. 

Potter took a deep breath before meeting his eye and allowing him in, he couldn't deny the occlumency walls were terrifyingly impressive. “Who taught you this?”

“Snape tried but it was a nightmare for us both so I read books and practiced on my own till I figured it out. I still suck at legilimency but occlumency I've got down pretty well.”

When the hell had his godfather tried to teach Potter the mind arts? Right. The dark lord was sending her visions and Sev was a spy. He also hated her, no wonder she thought it would hurt.

She brought forth the memory he was here for, Draco was distraught to see his father in such a state. Potter had not only outsmarted him, tricking him into freeing their elf, he'd then tried to kill her for it. So this was why he’d been so harsh on Draco about besting her that summer. 

He was still reeling from hearing his father's ‘avada’ but Potter seemed wholly unbothered as she stood beside him in her mind. “You get two more answers.”

“You get the books from the Chamber of Secrets don't you?”

She pulled forward a memory of the library. Not Hogwarts library though, another. Smaller, darker, full of books the blond had never even heard of. Salazar Slytherin’s personal library. “What will it take to get me in there Potter?” he could hear the reverence in his own voice but who could blame him? He might salivate if she took him in there. 

“A lot. You can't even go alone, you have to be a parselmouth to open several doors.” Of course. He’ll figure it out and come back to that. Now the rough question.

“What did you mean when you told me a dementor was your first kiss and you knew what that felt like?” he did all he could to keep the emotion out of his voice now, he wasn't sure he wanted to see this answer- maybe he should get out of her head for this one.

She pulled it forward anyway, Draco watched petrified as Potter tried to protect an insane looking unconscious Black on the bank of a lake while hundreds of dementors attacked them over and over. One finally got too close and just as she said, it wrapped its hands around her throat, lowering its hood revealing a grotesque excuse of a mouth with grey scabbed skin. The creature sealed its mouth over hers and began to suck her literal soul out. 

Only years of not only pure blood training but dealing with Potter kept him from collapsing as a SECOND Potter appeared on the opposite bank, conjuring the brightest patronus the Malfoy heir had ever seen to drive away the foul creatures. 

As they fled he saw the SECOND (fucking two of them!) Potter ran back to the tree line where Draco could just barely make out Granger waiting for her, he then watched Sev run forward to check on Black with more emotion than Draco had ever seen from the potions master. Too many drunk rants in his office made Draco very aware of why that was and Potter seemed to know it too. 

Draco pulled out of her head, “Haley Euphemia Potter did you fucking time travel our third year?”

“You only got three answers Malfoy.” Draco's hand twitched but not for his wand, how badly would she hex him if he put her over his knee? Sure her eyes glazed with a quick smack but a full spanking? He could hold her hair with the other hand and when he was done he could slip his finge-

Pinching the bridge of his nose to stop himself from possibly losing his hand, “what do you want for the answer?”

She settled her shoulder into the couch, resting her head on the back of it. “What were you doing for Voldewhore this year?” She would ask. She would be the one to notice he’d been doing something. She would fucking call him that.

No point in lying, “I was made to fix a cabinet in the room of requirement. He meant to use it as a passageway to sneak death eaters into the castle.” Dozens if not hundreds of students would have died if they succeeded, but his mother's life was on the line. He waited for the screaming, the barrage of insults, and accusations. They didn't come. In their place, she answered.

“Hermione was given a time turner to make it to her classes 3rd year. She took every course available. When Sirius was caught and locked away after the Minister saw Snape with him, we used it to save him. That's how we got Buckbeak too.”

Of course the know it all took every single class and she risked her life saving a hippogriff. She even seemed to know Sev had been planning to hide Black, Draco only knew because of a mumbled completely wasted ramble. 

“We're destroying that cabinet.” like that wasn’t obvious.

“I already did.” It was one of the first things he'd done with his free time here. 

“See, so you can't be irritated about me taking care of Jorgon!”

“Nonononono me destroying a piece of furniture is VASTLY different that you going to face a literal basilisk alone Potter! No one even knew where you were!”

“Myrtle did!”

“The ghost. Moaning Myrtle is your contingency plan." Why was she like this?

“Someone could have figured it out!”

“And if you died and the beast ATE YOU? What then!?”

“I'll (probably) be born again and then have a better life. What's the big deal?” A better life? There it is again. What the fuck were the muggles like? She's just fine with dying ? Why did her life mean so little to her, she was constantly risking it?! 

Draco couldn't get sucked into this argument too deep lest he reveal more than he wanted to admit even to himself, getting up he went to finish his routine and head straight into his room.

“Oi it's my beds turn!” 

“No. Last night was your beds turn, it's not my fault you wasted it on the couch.”

“Quite literally is your fault we stayed on the couch Dragon!” True but he wasn't about to back down especially not when she called him that.

“You could have gotten up Princess,” climbing into bed he heard her angrily stomping about to finish her own tasks before coming into his room. Who knew one could crawl into bed so aggressively? 

This was much closer to their usual selves, less of the quiet cuddling more of the quarreling. 

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Haley had let him have way too much sway over her. The orgasms were frying her brain, that was all. That clearly explained the potions cupboard and the snuggling and everything . She couldn't stop though, her magic didnt like a few hours away from him even with them living together. She could, however, even the playing field. 

Crawling over the top of him, the blond made no protest as she ground into him, connecting their lips. The silk made her work easy while she relished in every sound she could drag from him. No one ever needed to know how much she loved his hands gripping her, the cold metal of his ring leaving goosebumps in its wake. 

Reaching down Haley gripped the hem of his pants, with a pulse of her magic and a quick tug she had them off and thrown to the floor. Thank you Salazar for that one.

Shimmying down him, she left a trail of bites and scratches to match her own, his ragged breathing followed by the deep moan as she took him in her mouth was exactly what she was after. Thankfully Lav shared way way too many details so she had a decent idea of what to do and used instinct mixed with his reactions for the rest. 

Hollowing her cheeks. She swallowed as much as she could, using her hand for the length her lips couldn’t reach as she worked up and down while his hands tangled in her hair. 

“Fuckfuckfuck Potter” earned a harsh bite but she was rewarded with a “Haley fuck!” two can play, jerk.

Lav had sworn up and down their balls needed attention too so Haley reached her other hand for them, holding them as snug as she dared she sent another pulse of her magic through her hand just as she bottomed out as far as she could. Thank you Lavender, that might be the most intoxicating noise he’d ever made as she swallowed him for the second time that day. 

Pulling off with a pop, Haley sat up, using her middle finger to catch the drops on her lips and lick it clean. No one needed to know about the embarrassing squeak she made while he somehow hauled her up him till she straddled his face. When had he vanished her clothes?

Well…she was evening the playing field- not getting a step up. One hand sunk into his hair as the other held his headboard. Grinding against his tongue while his hands held her hips tightly Haley might have been a brat crying out “Malfoy”

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SMACK

Godric now that was going to leave a handprint…..why did she like it? Why did she immediately correct herself with a much louder “DRACO” as her legs clamped around his head. 

Her legs had slight tremors she would deny if he said anything about it while the prat somehow moved her back into his side. How did he move her about so easily? 

They were both breathing harshly so she felt pretty accomplished as he kissed her a few more less frenzied times before settling into the pillows. 

Nothing about them was normal. They’d fought every time they saw each other today yet she’d just rode his face and then snuggled into his side like a damn crup. Her ass still stung from where he’d spanked it for Merlin’s sake! Circe forgive her.

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Haley woke sprawled atop Malfoy like a koala, a quick twitch from him reminded her they shouldn’t sleep naked. Would it be so bad? Merlin no. She had plenty of proof it would be earth shattering. But it was Malfoy. 

Why was that bad again?

Con- he was an enormous dick to Hermione and Ron.

Pro ish?- they were just as bad to him.

Secret pro- he had an enormous dick to match the personality trait. 

Con- he’d told ‘his friends’ he hoped Hermione died second year.

Pro- he wore a stupid mask and said things he didn’t mean to them regularly.

Con- he’d laughed when they found out Hermione had been attacked.

Pro- he’s the one who hid the Basilisk book page in Hermione's hand and wrote ‘pipes’ on it. Haley knew Hermione's handwriting and she knew Malfoy's from the regular teasing notes he threw at her. He was the reason she knew what Slytherin's monster was. 

Con- everything he did to Neville.

Pro- every time he did something to Neville in front of his friends, mysteriously a rare or expensive plant would be delivered to the quiet boy. Not to mention the blond never said a word to her god brother if he wasn’t surrounded by his goading friends. 

Co- she felt a mouth cleansing charm before finding herself flipped beneath him, “must you wiggle like that every morning?”

She was given no time to retort as Draco hooked one of her legs over his elbow. Kissing her deeply while gliding the length of his cock through her folds. 

If she just shifted her hips an inch or two- he could slip it in, were the cons really cons? They didn’t feel like cons as her clit repeatedly caught the ridge of his head. Haley continuously fought the urge to move her hips further up as the tension in her core built. 

A pinch to her nipple had Haley seeing stars, crying into his own groan as she felt him finish on her clit. 

Sitting back to admire his mess, he again swiped his fingers through it. He leaned forward gripping the headboard above her before bringing his covered fingers to her mouth, “open.”

Far too eagerly and willingly she sucked his fingers clean, it was the provocative position he was in surely. This was…this was a lot. Had he always had arms like that? Definitely not. The buckbeak scar stood out against his pale skin. The muscles too mesmerizing, thank Merlin he was normally in long sleeves. His hair no longer gelled back fell into his face softly, bright silver eyes alight as he watched her intently. 

He pulled out of her lips with a pop, he dropped down to kiss her, holding her jaw in his large hand, “good girl.” 

Godric, she needed to find his equivalent. 

He left her there panting and dazed to shower. A few moments later Haley retreated to her own room. She should use a cleansing charm in the meantime…..why didn’t she want to? Merlin WHAT is wrong with her?

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Why Draco’s mother hadn't berated him for his….agreement with Potter- he had no idea. She seemed more amused than anything which was honestly concerning. The fork in his hand bent as Potter walked right up to his sodding cousin. She said something to him and the twit followed her out of the great hall. She’d stared into his eyes while sucking his fucking spend off his fingers less than 30 minutes ago! What could she possibly need to say to Black NOW?

“You can't curse Reggie darling.” But why?

“I wasn't going to curse him.”

“No poisoning Reg either.” Not you too Sev. A little draught of living death to put the twit in his place wouldn't hurt…much. What was that potion Sev called vile? The Drink of Despair? How long did that take to brew?

“I thought you didn't have feelings for the girl?” What was his mother getting at?

“I do not have feelings for Potter beyond annoyance and occasional fury. My issue is entirely based upon my magic's current requirement for her and the complications our arrangement would have should she choose to cavort with my cousin.” That was all! Draco didn't share. Some of the other Slytherins might have been alright with it (Blaise) but Draco would not. 

His mother made a noncommittal noise while Draco angrily continued his breakfast watching the door. 

Twenty Minutes. Twenty! Her breathing being completely even and Black looking like he might be sick was all that kept Draco calm. So she’d told him whatever his obviously terrible fate was. Good. 

Draco didn't wait for her to finish breakfast before leaving his own table, he merely ate seconds. 

Making his way to Care a Ravenclaw girl approached him stupidly  bravely, introducing herself as Julie Montgomery. Draco did his best to be…cordial. She reminded him too much of Pansy in all honesty. He barely paid attention till his mother called him to ensure they weren't late to class and he said his goodbyes. 

Draco entirely missed a sparking Haley Potter watching. 

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Haley knew many many creative curses. She'd DEVOURED the Black Family Library not to mention many of Slytherin’s unusual brand of ‘fun’ he kept well documented in his journals. Julie could obviously use the practice. What kind of Ravenclaw was that dumb? 

Her mum had laughed too much while leading her away. 

Haley did her best to pay attention while Professor Kettleburn spoke but her mind kept replaying that smile he'd given the annoying girl. She’d looked and acted so much like Parkinson, the asshole clearly had a type and it wasn't Haley. 

Once kettleburn set them off to sketch Bowtruckles, Alice asked “so what'd you talk to Baby Black about?”

Remus, Peter and Lily listened attentively, “how he died. Sirius and I are gonna have to have a talk about his brother.”

Peter chimed in for the first time since Sunday, “good luck, they hate each other.” 

“No they dont, they're both just idiots and I plan to fix it.”

“Please talk to Regulus more, watching Baby Malfoy fume was incredible.”

“Ha ha, he just doesn't like it when I talk to his friends, clearly it extends to his cousins.”

“Haley, my beautiful daughter, that was not his issue.”

“Yes mum, it was, I've known Malfoy for years. He once hexed mittens onto me when his friend Theo Nott kissed the back of my hand, pretending to ask me out.” 

The entire group smacked their own foreheads or hid their face in their hands, “Circe’s tits Hail, you can't be serious.” What genes did Neville get from you, Alice?

“No of course not,” they perked up, “that's my godfather.” The collective groan was rewarding, this is exactly why Pads does that.

Chapter Text

Defense was just destined to always be a disaster. Haley was convinced not only was the position cursed, she was. Professor Clarke had the brilliant (asinine) idea that while the younger years practiced the riddikulus charm, the older years would find alternative ways to defeat their fears. 

The ravenette knew she would just use Patronus Prongs on the dementor that would pop out of the trunk but she officially would not be able to avoid the questions about 3rd year afterward. She’d already had to skim through an explanation of 2nd year (minimized as much as possible and conveniently left out the whole basilisk venom part.) Haley would again conveniently leave out Moony’s involvement, he already thought himself a monster, no need to further his self hatred. 

Malfoy’s fear 3rd year had been a body in a hospital bed covered with a sheet. It'd been a shorter body so not his parents, Haley assumed it had been himself after the buckbeak incident? It was too short to be his current age but maybe a younger him and he used the charm too quickly for her to really study it. He didn't acknowledge her for 3 days so she never bothered him about it for confirmation.

The class slowly worked its way through the line, Haley had purposely put herself toward the back hoping to leave immediately after the dementor was locked away and avoid the confrontation that would follow at least till after she had lunch. 

Malfoy stepped forward, she wondered if it would be the same hospital bed or maybe it would take on the form Remus had expected for her. Would the rest of the class freak out if old snake face appeared in front of them?

The boggart spun for a moment before there was a collective gasp from the students, there on the floor in front of him was……Haley. Dead. Eyes dull and empty staring up at her long time rival. His greatest fear was……them losing the war? It made sense, his family had already pulled their support, if Voldewhore won he would come for them first. 

Malfoy froze only a few seconds before throwing an overpowered bombarda at the creature. He swaggard to the side of the classroom in his usual manner, Haley was the only one to notice the tension in his hands. She missed him staring at the side of her once her attention turned back to the others. 

Narcissa’s was…worse than Haley expected. In place of her own doppelganger now laid a bloodied Malfoy. His body was slashed with hundreds of deep cuts, actively pouring blood. Haley's heart thundered in her chest even moment after his mother mimicked her son, though she chose a confringo. She worried for a moment that this would be her boggart now too.

Snape was smart and lightning fast per usual, Haley doubted any but her and Malfoy realized who the black blur on the floor had been before it was gone. 

Finally it was her turn, opting to go ahead of her Lions so they would hopefully be distracted after and maybe forget, she stepped forward. 

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Draco watched warily as Potter stepped forward, he was still reeling from his own turn. It was the same as 3rd year but horrifically more graphic now. Originally it had just been her in her usual hospital bed, dead but covered so he didn't see her but he knew. He doubted anyone noticed the glasses at the head of the bed, up in the corner where she always kept them. 

He expected the same dementor, now understanding why it was so awful, instead…he was confused. A small door appeared before her. Several locks adorning the side along with a small lockable slot, presumably for things to be passed through. 

Draco had seen Potter face an angry 50 foot heavily spiked fire-breathing dragon head on without so much as a flinch, she rode a basilisk yesterday , what THE FUCK was behind that door to make Potter take a shaky step back. 

In all his years watching her, not once had he ever seen the girl shake. Half conscious and limping, covered in blood? Too many times. Screaming, clutching the corpse of a classmate again covered in blood? He still dreamt about it. Shaking and speechless at a small door? Something was wrong. 

The small door opened slowly, silently. Small fingers curled around the edge of the wood as it opened. The Malfoy Heir stopped breathing as a small girl took a tentative step out, heavily bruised, busted lip, hunched shoulders, the hair, and glasses were all that gave her away. The obstinate headstrong girl with nerves of steel he’s spent years watching, just a small battered and broken child. 

She couldn't be more than 5 years old. Who would do that to a child? Why was she in a cupboard? Why was she wearing clothes 4 times her size? Draco might vomit as he saw behind her a dog bed, above it a small sign scribbled in crayon ‘ freak’s  Haley’s room’ 

THIS? THIS IS WHAT THE MUGGLES DID? His worst nightmares wouldn't have provided this image. Haley still wasn’t breathing. 

Draco couldn't take his eyes off either of them to notice the shocked and enraged expressions around them. The smaller Haley opened her mouth, a small cracked voice managed to fill the silent room, “they'll find out eventually you know? This is it. Muggle or magical, you’ll always just be a frea-”

A whip of Haley’s raw magic sprang into her hand, sparking wildly like lightning. Before anyone could react she had lashed at the smaller girl and the door behind her. The boggart exploded in a blur of black with an ear splitting crack. For a moment, no one moved. No one breathed except Haley who now panted harshly. 

The bell chimed signaling lunch, she was gone through the door, summoning her bag before anyone could finish jumping at the sudden noise. 

Draco couldn't move, still staring at where the door had been. His entire life he’d been told the wizarding world’s savior was pampered and protected. This was the horrific truth she’d hidden from everyone. Granger would have thrown a fit, there was no way she knew. The weasel couldn't keep his mouth shut for anything. How long was she kept in there? Was…was she still- even just a few weeks ago? 

They all expected her to save them. ‘The Chosen One.’ Not one fucking person ever saved her? Draco was going to be sick, too many things were making too much sense. Not once had she gone home to the muggles for the holidays. He knew she went to Black’s for Christmas 5th year but never the muggles. 

He’d seen bruises on her at the beginning of the year once or twice. She was always skinnier in September. Were they not feeding enough? Is that why she was always smaller than the rest of them? Draco originally assumed it was due to her parents, but both were taller than several of their peers. 

He’d watched her leave the train every year, the last moments he could for months and not once had she looked happy to be going home. Why had he never put the pieces together before now? 

Draco’s mother tugged on his arm, drawing him from his ruminations. 

Remembering Sev’s words from his first night here was all too real as they walked to the great hall, ‘Tuney would never treat a child of Lily’s with anything but malice.’ What the fuck was he even supposed to do? This wasn't his area! 

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She wasn't at lunch. He barely forced his food down. Her lions showed up halfway through looking frazzled and frantic, they all sagged seeing she wasn't in her seat, clearly they had been searching. If Potter didn't want to be found, she wouldn't be. Not only did she know the castle better than anyone (he's found several passageways following her) she was also the only one able to access Slytherin’s Chamber. 

Draco briefly considered going to Myrtle, but he couldn’t. Even if he could find the way in, what would he do? Hug her? Tell her it's okay? It's not and they don't hug. He wasn't even sure how to describe what they did do. Rivals with benefits? He’d had friends with benefits but they weren't even friends. Sure, he knew…everything about her….well….he THOUGHT he did. Clearly there were things he’d missed.

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Haley hid in the Chamber till dinner, it was the only place she could guarantee she wouldn't be found and she was being a chicken. No one was ever supposed to know. Now they all would. She’d hidden Privet Drive from everyone. Fred and George had come closest to the truth but she’d managed to convince them it wasn't anywhere near as bad as it looked. Technically that was true, it was worse.

Eventually she had to face them. Just before dinner, taking every shortcut she could, she made her way to an abandoned tower nearly as tall as Astronomy’s. Her dad would see her on the map….if he wanted to find her. Would they want anything to do with her knowing the truth?

Would they want such a freak for a daughter? A friend? Should she just leave now? Finish fixing everything she could and never bother them again? She knew it couldn't last forever but hoped for at least a few full weeks with them. 

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James tentatively made his way up the tower with the others in tow, they knew she was up here and didn't want to spook her. In a way he was thankful she’d disappeared for a short time so he could collect himself. They'd all skipped their afternoon class after failing to find her at lunch, using the abandoned class the boys had warded for dueling practice they burned off every bit of anger they could. Lily and James had been especially violent letting out their steam.

How could anyone do that? His fawn. Broken and small in that prison cell of a fucking cupboard . James had never felt that angry, even when Sirius had appeared at his house crying. The beautiful resilient girl he was already so attached to had looked crushed and James broke alongside her. The dog bed and small sign had him seeing red, he could put the pieces together, his baby had thought her name ‘freak’ for who knew how long. 

Reaching the top of the stairs he found her sitting on the floor, facing out the open breezeway. He could see the tears falling and the realization that she cried silently for a reason hit him like a bludger. 

Sitting beside her he pulled her tightly into his side, Lily taking the other side to sandwich her. Watching her break without making a sound hurt more than anything they'd seen that day. How long did it take to train yourself to cry in complete silence? What did it take to push a person to that point? 

James wasn't even sure he could ask any questions. The others had gathered around them closely, he could see Lily considering asking so many things above where Haley had her head on his chest. “Sweetie, I just need one answer, did..did they ever…touch you..inappropriately?”

James would kill them. Whether it's already happened or not, he would. “No.” Oh thank Godric.

“I love you fawn, I'm so sorry we weren't there but we are now and we're never leaving you again,” he would do anything to protect her but clearly he needed to survive to do it properly. 

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Haley eventually managed to calm enough to eat the food Sirius ran to get and carried shrunken in a bag. Haley was 99% sure he’d run through the castle as Snuffles but the girls didn't need to know that yet. 

Her mum and dad had kept her squished between them the whole time, the group stayed in the tower well past curfew sighting they had astronomy anyway might as well stay out. Haley wouldn't admit she just wasn't ready to face Malfoy. 

Beyond thankful the others kept a running commentary of stories and jokes to lighten her heart until they had to make their way to the other tower. 

Walking up the classroom’s steps she felt his magic engulf hers with more force than usual. She refused to meet his eye while setting up her telescope, instead choosing to focus on the lesson and assignment. 

Could her magic stand it if she hid in Gryffindor Tower tonight? Probably not, it was reaching for his worse than normal at the moment for whatever reason. Giving in, Haley bid her parents and the Lions goodnight, making her way to their shared suite. 

Maybe this was one of those things they ignored? It seemed promising as they both finished their routines without a peep from him. This was Malfoy though. Settling into her bed together it was just a few moments before he cracked, “how long?”

What was the point in lying anymore “till my letter came addressed to my cupboard and they got paranoid that wizards were watching them.” If Flitwick hadn't taught them about the enchanted quill used to address students, she'd still be furious about that. 

“And then?”

“I was moved into my cousin's second bedroom,” she heard the knuckles in his fingers pop. It wasn't menacing the way Dudley’s had been. Despite everything, all the fights, all the curses, Haley never felt in danger of Malfoy. Even with multiple of his family members trying to kill her, she’d never feared him. 

“I was told my entire life you were protected and pampered to the heavens, we all were. You were the princess our parents told us stories about and somehow the knight they said saved yourself.” His voice had that flat emotionlessness she hated. 

“Couldn't be further from the truth Malfoy, I had more in common with Dobby than a princess,” maybe that was why she'd gotten so attached to the odd elf.

He flipped onto his side, her head resting on his bicep as he engulfed her, “go to sleep Potter.” 

She wouldn't fight him on dropping this subject and forgetting it ever happened. Tucking her face into him she let the exhaustion take over and drift off, hands clutching him tighter than she'd admit to herself. 

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Draco woke before her for once. Mind still reeling from the onslaught of trauma he'd learned yesterday. Eleven. She’d been kept in a cupboard till she was eleven. While her cousin had a second bedroom. He’d been given a quidditch pitch for his 10th birthday, Potter hadn’t even had a proper bed. Is this why her life meant so little to her? It’d been drilled into her?

Draco didn't notice he’d been playing with the hair that plagued his dreams till she stirred, tucking her face closer into his neck. They needed to get ready for breakfast but he couldn't bring himself to release her yet. What would it take to convince her to make use of the small kitchen they had here with him instead?

Merlin what was wrong with him- thinking about domesticity with Potter of all people. Theo and Blaise would take the piss out of him for weeks if they heard that. No one needed to know about the soft kiss he placed on her temple before he slipped out of bed gently to begin his day. He didn't notice the emerald eyes watching him leave the room. 

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Haley sat next to her godfather with subdued Lions and put up a privacy ward, they were already upset, might as well get something over with. “Siri, we need to talk about Regulus.”

Her godfather stiffened, he hadn't asked about her talk with his brother but had given her a few worried looks.

“Of every death I know, everyone lost to the first war close to us, Regulus Black is the first.” his fork fell.

“He was the youngest death eater ever, just 16 when he was made to take the mark. At 18 he gave his life trying to kill the monster. He found out about his abominations and tracked one down. He had to drink The Drink of Despair and then was drowned by inferi after finding it.” 

Sirius' voice cracked “ho-how do you know?”

Reaching into her bag she pulled out the fake locket, handing it to him. Hands shaking, the older Black brother opened it, finding the note his brother had written for the master he betrayed. 

“Regulus doesn't have a James to run away to. He only has other kids stuck in the same position as him. Turning him away will cost his life, Sirius. I know you love your brother. I know you've been an idiot. I know you can still fix the mistakes you've made. Don’t let him die alone thinking his only brother hates him.” 

Sirius was crying, the others weren't holding it together much better. “I don't even know how to start.”

“I'll help you, it will be okay.” the unspeakables had already found the cave and destroyed the real locket, Regulus wouldn't have the same fate but Haley still wanted to ensure he had a better one.

“Speaking of,” she pulled out the book she'd finished translating. She would finish Malfoys tonight and wasn't sure what she would do now that their sleeping deal was done. Handing Sirius both the original and translated copies wrapped in black paper “these are the gift I told you about.”

“What is it?” 

“One of Salazar Slytherin’s personal potions journals, the original is written in Parselscript so I had to translate it out.”

James finally spoke up, “for Regulus?”

Sirius took a deep breath before meeting his best friend's eye across the table “for Severus.”

“.....what? You and Sn..Snape hate each other? You still haven't even told me what that fight was about last year.”

Haley took the dog animagus’ hand in support, if he wanted to drop it and not explain she would help move the topic, if he wanted to tell them, she would hex them all silent till they were ready to support him.

“At that party last year….when I disappeared and you thought I was off with a Ravenclaw girl. I wasn't. I was hooking up with Severus,” the collective choking nearly cracked Haley’s careful expression. 

She sent a well aimed small stinging hex to her father under the table as soon as he opened his mouth and gave him a severe look. Squeezing Sirius’ hand he continued, “when we woke up the next morning he thought it was a prank and we got into it. It wasn't James. I like him. A lot. I have for a long time and I’ve handled it shit. I'm not supposed to like wizards! I'm supposed to get married to a perfect pureblood witch and pop out the ideal successor along with several ‘spares.’ But now Reggie’s the heir, it doesn't matter what I do.” or who Pads!

Turning to her mother, “Lily I'm sorry you got dragged into it, he thought you knew and I didnt know what to do or how to explain anything.” This was by far the most mature any of them had ever seen the notorious playboy. 

“Black, you've been hooking up with girls for years.” Marlene wasn't judging, just wholly confused. 

“Ever noticed they always have dark hair? Preferably shoulder length?”

Alice, truly, WHAT personality genetics did you pass to your son, “OH MY MAGIC I've heard a TON of girls say you only do it from behind!” 

Haley couldn't hold it in anymore, she nearly fell off her seat, she started laughing so hard, she didn't mean to ruin the severity of this conversion but it was too much. “Honestly, have you lot never seen the way those two look at each other? My friend Gin and I had bets on when they would start ripping clothes!” The girls looked exasperated. 

James was still staring at his best friend, “so many things are making much more sense suddenly.” 

Peter spoke up from beside Remus, “well, we already promised to be nicer to him.” 

Moony looked proud, Haley was fairly certain he already had an idea about all this. Older Remus had known but she never knew when he found out, “if this is what will make you happy Padfoot, we’ll support you.” 

She could see the weight lifting from Sirius' shoulders as the group nodded, James still looked a little skeptical but reached across the table to squeeze his best friend's hand. 

“Now I just need to try and survive apologizing to him and convince him I mean it.” Sirius looked dejected. 

“Pads 1994 the man risked his career, freedom, and life trying to save slash hide fugitive you from the ministry, have some faith this will work out.”

The bell signaling they needed to head to first period rang out, “you're explaining that later pup.”

Fuck. She’ll skim the details, no need for them to know….most of it.

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Haley sat at the easel in Flitwick’s class quietly, they were doing the Blackboard Writing spell today and Flitwick was going student to student checking on their work. The assignment was simple, just have the chalk write out the phrase as Flitwick had at the front of the class. Haley finished hers before most of the others, only beaten by her mother, and quickly grew bored. What did she normally do when she got bored in class with Malfoy? Annoy him. 

Practicing once on her own board, she then charmed his chalk to draw a middle finger. The prat was always way too good at his rude drawings and quickly sent one back more detailed. A ferret on his resulted in a sketch of the bird he liked to charm to follow her. Whoever told him muggle princesses were associated with birds singing constantly should be hexed. He had no idea who Snow White even was!

Trading more and more, neither of them realised it wasn't typical rival behavior to have an arsenal of inside jokes. He added a sketch of her stuck suspended above the tables in the great hall. He’d used a modified levitation charm when a Durmstrang boy had asked her out. It had taken Flitwick an hour to figure out the counter and he'd gotten a week of detention for refusing to help. 

The professor reaching them halted the quiet taunting. Before the packed up at the end of class, her chalk moved again. 

1487?

1487? It was an abandoned classroom down the hall? They had dueled in it once after the badges 4th year but that was it? 

Oh. OH.

They had class separately next period….on opposite end of the castle grounds. Not nearly enough thought went into it as she sent back 1487.

Making her thin excuses to the Lions she immersed herself into the crowd, using her (lack of) height to disappear so no one would notice she was heading the same way as the tall blond. 

Locking and silencing the room the moment they were both sealed inside, who knows who actually pounced first. They had a very short window to avoid being late. Quickly backed into a desk, her panties were torn down and off her legs. Taking her hip in his large hand he spun her to face away from him. She heard the clink of his belt before her skirt was lifted and hips pulled flush with his. 

Haley was immediately thankful for the heeled boots she'd worn today as they helped lift and angle her for him to glide through her folds. One hand reached across her chest, arm banding her in place as his hand took hold of her breast and the other snaked under the front of her skirt to trap himself against her while he thrust. One of her hands planted on the desk in front of her as the other clawed into the forearm holding her. 

Each time he caught the bundle of nerves she wondered what the possible downside could be to just slipping it in. They were already doing so much, it could only be better. Each deep moan from his throat had her considering it more and more but as he bit into her shoulder her muscles tightened and legs shook while crying out his name. The given one, fuck. 

His movements slowed slightly, nipping her ear and whispering, “be a good girl and get on your knees.”

“Yes sir,” no thought went into it but the tightening of his hand let her know it had an effect, turning as she dropped she saw his pupils blown wide. Ooooooooh there it is. His equivalent.  

Taking his cock into her mouth, the taste of herself on it was too erotic, remembering what he'd just done to her she moaned around it, the vibrations causing him to finish on her tongue. 

They needed to go, he would have to run to herbology (no it does not mean anything that she knows his schedule.)

Hauling her up he kissed her once more, she summoned her knickers but he snatched them out of the air before she could. “I'll be keeping those,” the prat pocketed them. 

Before she could protest, he dealt his now customary smack to her ass and fixed her skirt before leaving. 

Haley would never tell him that entire thing was nearly identical to a fantasy she'd gotten lost in during class many many times. What was the downside again? 

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Haley made it to transfiguration with seconds to spare. Her sprint into the room had earned many looks, namely a way too smug Alice, “did you two really just fuck in a broom cupboard in between classes?”

“NO.” Merlin she wished. WHAT was the downside? 

“The fresh teeth marks peeking out of your collar suggest otherwise.”

“We did not fuck in a broom cupboard!” Haley whisper-shouted. Godric help her if they found out he’d stolen her knickers.

“So an empty classroom?” Marlene don't help her!

“We did not fuck at all! Merlin, I am a virgin if you must know!”

“For now.” Alice, is Frank mute? Is that the combination it took to make Neville?

“Must you lot discuss my baby so vulgarly?” Thank you, dad!

“We're just trying to find out when you're getting grandbabies!”

Haley vanished Alice’s chair causing her godmother to crash onto the floor with a yelp. McGonagall scolded them before drawing their attention to today's lesson. 

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Haley managed to redirect the conversation away from herself all through lunch but of course Slughorn hated her. Not really, but it sure felt like it. 

“Free day! You're all caught up but I have dozens of essays to grade! The other teachers won't forgive me if you run around just yet so just talk quietly in your seats till I excuse you please!” How can such a jolly man be so cruel? Talk in our seats! She was stuck beside him!

Sirius and James had sat in front of her and Malfoy today, the others to their right while Snape and Narcissa sat on their left. Sirius spun around in his seat (definitely sneaking glances at the bat) “alright pup, you promised to explain your first year.”

Malfoy snorted next to her, “which part, the near death experience? Or the second near death experience? Or the fifth?”

She covered his mouth, “it's not a big deal.”

“Fawn, I wholeheartedly disagree and now I'm concerned about how much you planned on leaving out. How much did you leave out about second year?”

Malfoy pulled her hand from his face, “did she tell you about all the blood?”

Would Slughorn give her detention if she punched him? “No! What blood?! Haley, what didn't you tell us?” Great if her mum was anything like her, now she wouldn't let it go.

Glaring at Malfoy he ignored her and continued, “don't believe her, she'll minimize it all, make her show you the memories.” 

“Oh and shall I show your mother some memories?” It wasn't until she looked over at his mother that she realised their hands were still clasped and quickly pulled hers back.

“I haven't done anything like your adventures Potter, there's nothing you could show her.”

“How about I show her Buckbeak? Or the dementor thing on the pitch?” she loved when his jaw popped like that getting even with him. 

“Hail, wouldn't it be easier to just use a pensieve? Then you wouldn't have to say anything, we just let the memory play,” sound logic Moons but she planned on not telling you lot….a lot. 

“No, because she wasn't going to tell you anything but the bare bones.” why did he know her so well? He was going to pay for this. 

“We don't have a pensieve, oh well!” they can't all watch the way Malfoy had. 

“I do, I can have an elf bring it to the suite after class,” kicking him under the desk did nothing to break the far too smug smirk. 

“Wonderful. We can invite your mother and godfather. There are many MANY incidents in class I'm sure they would love to see Dragon.” Two can play, asshole. 

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Dinner could not have been over with fast enough. Draco considered the risk of whatever she might show his mother and Sev worth it if he could finally know the truth behind all her disappearances. Sure he’d learned mountains from the dark lord's angry rants, but to SEE the truth straight from her memories? It was too much to pass up.

Mipsy brought the large pensieve quickly, Draco was thankful his father considered it undignified to dip one's face into the basin and instead had his charmed to allow just a hand to be placed in. 

Potter was fuming he loved when her eyes got this sharp , “well my darling Dragon, what is it you consider so important to see first?” Her naked beneath him breathing ragged again. 

“The troll.” Merlin he would pay for this, could he convince her biting him was a good retaliation? 

“Troll???? I thought we were starting with first year?” None of them were ready for this. Draco hadn't even ever known what truly happened. 

Potter didn't answer her father, instead dropping the memory and refusing to meet anyone's eye as they went into the memory. 

Of. Fucking. Course. She’d risked her life to save Granger. Sprinting head on at a fully grown mountain troll and jumping on it! Draco had no idea if it was purposeful or accidental magic that came from her hands around its neck and killed it, knowing Potter it could go either way. 

Draco carefully watched Black's reaction to his older godfather, the immediate pink hue to his cousin's cheeks was promising. 

Coming out of the memory, everyone but the two of them looked pale or sick, none of them used to Potter and her antics yet. 

“Next?” she was so mad and he would happily be the conductor of this trauma train. 

“Your first quidditch game,” really he just wanted to see it again. No one needed to know he'd used this very pensieve to watch her play repeatedly every summer. The Lions perked up immensely, oh how they were about to regret that.

The Lions were panicking, Draco himself felt his heart thundering just as bad as it had the first time but he chose to watch the stands. He hadn't been able to see it the first time, but now he knew where to watch. Sure enough, Quirrell was muttering a curse and Sev was using a counter. “Potter, why do I have a feeling you had something to do with the fire that broke their eye contact?”

For the first time since before the Boggart…fiasco, she smiled. Brightly. Because of him.  “It was not me, it was Hermione. She set his robe of fire from underneath the stands!” what the fuck. 

“Granger? Goody two shoes GRANGER? Set a professor on fire!? In first year?!”

“Oh you have no idea! Mione got UNHINGED when she got overprotective!” 

“I'm concerned to know how bad that got.”

Memory Potter spit out the snitch and the Lions were deafening as they cheered, spinning the real one around while surely injuring everyone's ears. 

“What next?”

“That fucking dragon Potter. I know what I saw!” he loved being the reason she laughed.

He knew it. Years. YEARS of mocking! She’d not only helped harbour the beast but she'd helped sneak it out! And seen him be dragged by the ear. Of course. How dignified. 

Potter continuously answered questions from the Lions, even an occasional one from his mother and Sev surprisingly, but Draco just focused on what he needed her to show them next. 

“You went into the out of bounds corridor that night,” now that he knew what it felt like, watching her bite that soft lip had a much much worse effect on him.

Nothing. NOTHING could have prepared him for what was hidden in there. A CERBERUS? What the FUCK was wrong with this school? 

He watched her fly expertly to grab the key, he begrudgingly admitted the weasel did well with the game although he hated the whole 'she needs to go on alone' part of his idiocy. 

The stutter had been fake! That entire time! He’d had to self study all year and this cretin was why! 

Seeing what was under that turban for so long was…..revolting. Seeing Potter's greatest desire was somehow worse. The Lions were crying as Black explained what the mirror was. Draco knew he’d see her.

The fury he felt watching that pathetic twit attack her was all encompassing, watching her disintegrate him was fulfilling. The others looked horrified, enraged, and confused. Potter looked on stoically. 

Coming out of the final memory the Lions were panting, her mother and Sev were holding it together better but they both looked exhausted. “Enough trauma for tonight Potter, they might keel over. We can continue tomorrow.”

“With all of second year!” Maybe the male Potter wasn't so bad.

Potter might strangle him in all honesty. They both bid the other goodnight before silently getting ready. She stomped her way into his bed while he finished, he was thankful they had been busy during her usual translating time so she hadn't finished his book and had no excuse to sleep separately. Not that either of their magic would have agreed to it, that first night had been awful.

Climbing into bed she was definitely still fuming as he lifted her stiff form onto his shoulder, adjusting her himself into their now customary position. 

“I really hate you,” snuggling into him really took the heat out of that.

“Mutual princess, always mutual.” 

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Haley was still mad when she woke and resisted the urge to shift her hips from her place atop him, instead immediately lifting them and retreating to the shower. Finishing herself off in the shower officially sucked compared to him and she was completely incapable of picturing anyone else. Fuck. 

Leaving the steaming room in her towel she found him leaning on the door frame…..had she put up a silencing charm? ….well…nothing he hasn't heard. Godric, why did he have to look like that? She couldn't have gotten stuck here with Goyle? She doubted he would have even said two words to her. 

Circe she was staring. And in his way. Skirting around him to her room she got dressed for the day and bolted out the portrait hole before he could leave the shower, not at all picturing him in there.

Sitting down between Peter and Sirius she joined the conversation, fighting the urge to look up when her magic reached for an arriving Malfoy. The group thankfully avoided what they'd learned of the future for now, but it was as they walked to Herbology Haley realised maybe she should have given in to her hips this morning with each step she got further and further away from the blond. 

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Draco was losing it all through Transfiguration, barely able to hear McGonagall as his magic clawed at him. His only solace was that the little princess surely had the same issue. It was her fault, running off without a word knowing they had separate classes this morning. He’d be lucky if he didn't grab her in the hall when they got to defense. Maybe he could haul her into an alcove before the bell? 

The opportunity didnt come as she came up the hall surrounded by Lions. No he did not wait in the hall hoping for the chance….alright maybe. At least his magic eased with her nearby and he was right, she was just as affected. She always fiddled with her tie when she was uncomfortable.

Professor Clarke seemed to realise their last defense class should not be mentioned and instead had them taking notes on Inferi. The stiffness in Potter’s shoulders when Clarke told them the topic had Draco wondering what the hell could have happened to expose her to such horrendous creatures, did one of her adventures include the atrocious things? 

He did not send her a paper crane with a middle finger wearing a tiara to ease the tension in her shoulders, he simply wanted her to know he didn't appreciate her fleeing this morning. 

The crane came back with a sketch of him stuck a top a tree. The brat had stuck him up there not only to piss him off but because Pansy had been a bitch to her the first day of class 4th year. Everyone had just found out they were dating and Pansy was especially high and mighty (to her detriment.) Why the annoying girl continuously targeted Potter he never understood, his friends rarely pestered her apart from the occasional flirting, knowing getting in the middle of their fights never ended well for anyone. 

Theo and Blaise had laughed about it for weeks after the dicks took their sweet time getting him down. The pig snout Potter put on Pansy had taken Madam Pomfrey an hour to fix from the amount of magic she had put behind the jinx. 

They continued flying the crane back and forth the rest of the period, his magic easing a fraction with each bit of magic she put in the paper. 

Leaving class he again considered pulling her away but as her mother locked arms with the girl he lost his chance. He didn't notice her hiding the small paper bird in her bag. 

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Haley sat at lunch and her godmother across from her burst, “WHAT on earth were you two saying in that cute little paper bird note he made you!?”

Fuck, of course they'd been seen. “It's nothing, he's done it for years, it's just mean drawings he sends me and I started sending them back a few years ago.”

“I know you kept it, lemme see.” Haley had never told anyone she kept them all…hundreds of little paper cranes kept in a small tin always hidden in her bag. She could see none of them would let it go and cautiously pulled out the small bird. 

“Wait! How many do you have!?” Dammit Lily, why do you have better eyesight than her? 

Ignoring the question she set the bird in front of her godmother gently, she would not respond well if it were damaged. 

“What's this one?” 

“A weasel, it's what he called my friend Ron. he started having one follow me 4th year after he found me asleep on Ron in the study hall.”

“And you never questioned the reason for that?” no Moony, she knows the reason.

“He hated Ron, probably more than he hated me, it was just a joke to piss us both off and he only got madder when it didn't work.”

They all looked pained, “what about this one?”

“I stuck his feet to the floor at the Yule Ball 4th year.”

“I need to know why you had a Ball but I'll wait till you explain 4th year, for now why did you do it?”

“His girlfriend was pissing me off and messing with him pissed her off more than messing with her.” Parkinson had been practically trying to ride him in the middle of the dance floor, maybe Haley had gone a little overboard and ruined his shoes but Parkinson's reaction was worth it. The bitch knew she was no match for the forced champion. Both Zabini and Nott had high fived Haley much to her confusion but who was she to judge them. 

Sirius mumbled “and you think I'm bad.”

“Are you two ever openly nice to each other?” her mum would ask that.

“No.” 

“The blush on your cheeks says otherwise,” WHY ALICE.

“We are never openly nice to each other.”

“Secretly nice then.”

Fuck. Yes. “It happens…occasionally.”

“Please give us an example.” Peter you're quiet but you live for the gossip as much as Alice.

“Perhap the diamond eyed necklace you wear every day?” ….so they'd noticed that. 

“Is it..?” no surprise Sirius had recognized it. 

“Alright, fine. It's a Grim. It represents Sirius. A few days after..after Sirius died…this appeared at my dorm window…with Malfoy’s owl Ignatious.”

“He had a diamond necklace commission after you lost a family member and you still think there's nothing but hate between you?” 

“Its not a big deal! We pretend that stuff never happened!” 

“So there's more! You two do this shit for years and act like it isn't happening! What have you done?”

Fuck. She went to stand and act like she was going to class early but her mum stuck her ass to the seat. “Nope, no running away, spill it.”

“FINE. it happens…occasionally.” 

“And you've done....? Don't act like you haven't done nice things for him too.”

“I might..I might have had his favorite sweets delivered to the hospital 3rd year when he got hurt. He has a horrendous sweet tooth and it was the most blood I’d seen at Hogwarts at that point.”

“You love him. You know that right?”

“That's not what it is!” it's not! It's just…they're just Malfoy and Potter! This is what they do!

Alice was shaking in her seat like one of those small dogs in the competitions Petunia watched, “what else! Tell me everything!”

“What else has he done?” James at least asked for what was a bit easier to admit.

“In 2nd year my friend Hermione got petrified by Jorgon, we weren't supposed to visit them in the hospital but I snuck off at one point to go see her. Snape nearly caught me but Malfoy happened to be coming up the hall and spotted me first, he distracted him so I could sneak into the hospital.” She’d never known why he was sneaking around too, they weren't supposed to be out without a chaperone and he should've been in the same class as her. 

The girls were swooning like insane people. It wasn't a big deal!

“What's this one?” Peter asked, looking at a parka.

“In 4th year I had to wear a swimsuit in front of everyone for this thing (you'll find out when we go over that year) and Malfoy hated the color or something so he hexed his Slytherin green parka onto me and I couldn't get it off. It was freezing outside and the idiot forgot it had warming charms so I was suddenly representing Slytherin but very toasty. It took my friend Hermione 3 hours to stop laughing enough to help me find a way out of it.” How they managed perfect synchronised forehead smacks she would never know. 

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Haley went with the group to the library, they really needed to work on their homework now before dinner since apparently after dinner they would be watching 2nd years memories thanks to a certain ferret. 

No she did not lead them to the same area as that very ferret, it just had….good lighting. For books. And maybe her magic was trying to burst from her. 

After 45 minutes of quiet work, Haley went to grab a transfiguration book. Her magic began pulling her into one of the aisles and she chose to follow it. The ravenette saw RED as she came around a corner to a dead end and found Malfoy gathering books with Julie following him like a fucking crup. It was that bitch Parkinson all over again. 

No one ever needed to know about the quiet overwhelming compulsion to run the bathroom Haley set on the girl. The moment the cunt ran from the alcove of books, Haley quietly put up an arsenal of wards before Malfoy could notice her. Ready to shield, she snatched his pile of books, levitating them none too carefully to the floor before dragging him to her by his tie. 

His magic thankfully recognized her in time to prevent whatever curse his instincts would normally throw as he kissed her, crowding her against the closest shelf. Haley considered jumping up to wrap around him but instead chose to conjure an armchair; she'd gotten much better at it after hiding in the Chamber so many times so it was thankfully comfortable for her knees as she backed Malfoy into it and straddled him.

Alright- clearly leaving this morning had been a mistake as she nearly tore his trousers open. What the fuck happened to them that she was desprately trapping Draco Malfoy’s cock between her hand and her panties to grind her clit against it. 

Every sound he made was music to her and she began to snap, lifting up on her knees she used her fingers to move her panties aside and guide him further back. The tip caught her entrance and she only made it a fraction down before his hands caught her ass, holding her up midair “Haley are you fucking sure? There's no going back from that.” When he said her name like that? Yeah. There are no downsides. 

Her hand tightened in his hair “Yes, Merlin please Draco, I need it.” she watched any reservation he had vanish, he surged forward to kiss her while his hands lowered her another fraction. This….this was a lot more than his finger. The stretch kind of hurt but the deep guttural moan he made as the ridge of his head made it in was worth it. Haley was ready to say fuck it and use every bit of Gryffindor bravery she had to drop down in one swift motion when she heard the worst thing.

“Hail! We're gonna be late for dinner, where'd you go?”

Thank FUCK she’d warded them to hell and back, she let out a desperate whine as she lifted but couldn't help it and sunk back down another inch, crying out softly into his kiss while his fingers dug into her thighs. 

How was she supposed to forgive her godfather as she lifted off Draco’s cock sadly, pulling him up as she continued kissing him and quickly fixed the trousers she'd undone. 

“Pup! Pince is gonna kill me if I keep calling for you!” she turned to run but Draco snatched the fabric of her skirt and hauled her back into his arms, one hand sinking into her hair pulling her head back to look up at him and the other slipped up her skirt, holding her ass tightly, “you’re fucking mine later Haley.” 

Sweet fucking Magic what she would give to make him say that all the time. “Yes sir” his hands might bruise fingerprints into her but Godric she would not be upset. He finally let go with one final kiss and spun her, his customary smack harder than normal before she ran out to find her godfather coming out of the aisle next to theirs.

One look at her disheveled state and he deadpanned “is my cousin behind you?”

Haley refused to answer, instead grabbing his hand (with the one that hadn't been on Draco’s cock moments ago) and fast-walked to grab her bag, dragging the animagus with her. 

As they walked to the great hall she again questioned her god brother's genetics, “Haley Potter there are FINGERPRINTS on the backs of your thighs!”

Haley closed her eyes and walked faster, why hadn't she put her robe back on?

“In the library! Merlin you two are insatiable!” 

“It's not..We just….look the magic is a lot alright! You get thrown through once in a millenia time dual time travel and see what it's like!” she couldn't say it wasn’t what it looked like and no they did not ‘just’ anything…she'd been trying to ride him for magic's sake!

“Do you ever wonder why it was you two? The unspeakables made it seem like there was a reason.” Haley had considered it briefly but she assumed they were just the best choice to fix things, he was right, between the two of them they knew more about the twit than anyone. 

“Weird things always happen to me, it's how my luck works.” James looked like he knew more than he was voicing but she didn't push it. 

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Draco had used every molecule of his self control to not A- drop her tight little cunt onto him, or B- ram up into her as hard as he could to watch those pretty eyes roll back the moment she pleaded for him to fuck her. Salazar he could have cum on the spot hearing that. Haley Potter begging him, telling him ( with his given name ) that she needed his cock in her. Fuck . 

They just needed to make it through dinner and his ridiculous idea of watching her memories then he was going to do everything he could to make her scream for him. Magic please let the memories not kill his chance, second year wasn't…as bad….they should be fine. Hopefully. 

His mother and Sev had given him exasperated looks as he re-emerged from the stacks sans books. He couldn't be bothered, he’d just stamped his name on Haley Potter’s fucking virginity and cloud 9 was an understatement. He’d told her she would be his later and the witch had said ‘yes sir’ fuck. The possessive side of him was rearing its head and NOT about to back down. 

Dinner (thankfully) flew by and now they stood around the pensieve once more. “Alright dragon, this was your bright idea, but how about we see exactly why I play quidditch first?” of course. She loved to remind him it was his own actions that got her that little bit of special favoritism.

Merlin he had been a little prat. He’d just wanted her to see him fly  to prove he was better than the Weasley she’d stuck herself to and she’d been wrong to reject his hand. He’d immediately loved regretted his decision as she flew beautifully at him and then managed to catch a perfectly clear ball inches from the ground. He was still convinced it had turned red in his hand because he’d forgotten exactly who he’d been challenging. 

Her father asked for something Draco hadn’t thought of, “wait! Can we see your sorting?”

Didn't the hat normally talk? It had not to Draco but she’d been under there for the longest he’d ever seen even after 6 sortings. She looked reluctant….why? She’d been placed in Gryffindor, he'd always assumed her loyalty had made the hat consider Hufflepuff or maybe Ravenclaw since she was constantly pushing herself to learn all she could. 

Without saying a word, she dropped the memory in. 

He listened intently, “ah! Difficult! Very difficult. Immense courage no doubt. But loyal! Frighteningly so but to very few. Desperate to prove yourself I see. How stressful it is to have the weight of the world forced onto such small shoulders. Ambitious enough to take on everything thrown at you! Cunning enough to survive it all. Resourceful enough to make it through the worst life I've seen in many years. You my dear were made for Slytherin.”

What. 

WHAT?! He knew she had the traits but the hat wanted her in Slytherin! WHY WASN'T SHE?!

“No. I'm not going into Slytherin.”

“Why not dear? It's where you will flourish the best.” Yes, why not?!

“No, I don't wanna be in his house.” …who?

“Aaah. I see. Your magic calls to his you know.”

“Just because he's cute doesn't mean I want anything to do with the boy being mean to the first people to ever be nice to me.” wait. What? 

“So what would you have me do my dear? You belong there.”

“No. You're not putting me in Slytherin. Put me where my parents were.” Draco was reeling. She! Snakes! What!

“Your magic will never appreciate going against his my dear, but if you truly wish, GRYFFINDOR!”

Draco nearly collapsed as they came out of the memory, “YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE A SNAKE BUT REFUSED BECAUSE OF ME?!”

“You were mean to Hagrid and Ron.” 

“SO YOU REFUSED THE ENTIRE HOUSE?!”

“I didn't want to be in your house.”

His mother cut in “that might be the most slytherin thing I've ever heard, you convinced the hat to sort you into your own choice.” Dammit she was right. Merlin he knew she was far more Slytherin than most people saw but she should've been a Snake! Fuck. He was the reason she wasn't. The other snakes would have hung him if they’d heard that. 

They both ignored “so we're just gonna glaze over that apparently they're magic was drawn to each other from the beginning I guess.” 

Focusing on his breathing he said “start with the obnoxious car entrance Ha-Potter.” 

“What on earth could seal the barrier? It's warded against exactly that.” he watched Haley bite her lip and did not immediately think about biting it for her. 

“It was Dobby.” 

“What? Why would a Malfoy family house elf do that?” Black had an excellent point Draco would not be acknowledging.

“He was trying to protect me, he knew something bad was going to happen at Hogwarts and wanted me safe.”

“And how did the elf know about you?” stop looking over here! 

“He said all elves knew about me,” all the Malfoy elves did.

“Wait, it wasn't your idea to take the car?” 

“No, believe it or not I do not want to do insane things regularly,” that was hard to believe.

She thankfully skipped ahead to the memory of their arrival, it was nerve wracking watching the tree attack them but that Potter luck came through and she made it away with (far too many) scrapes. He remembers seeing her that night. It had been his first glimpse of her that year and she was again bleeding and bruised. 

“Shall we watch ‘the incident’ dear ferret?” oh salazar please no.

His godfather and her mother both flinched at the word, but his mother caught something else, “and how much did the brooms cost?”

“….1000 galleons.”

“And why was it necessary to spend 7000 galleons?” so a certain witch would be forced to acknowledge him.

“It was a donation from father after I made the team,” Haley smacked his stomach with the back of her hand, “oi alright alright it was a bribe to put me on the team.” 

“Uh huh.”

“I'm still the only one who stood a chance against you!”

“I've never denied you are an excellent seeker, just a twit who used daddy’s money to get on the team instead of trying out like a normal person. I played against Higgs Malfoy, you would have beaten him in tryouts.” …..did Draco have a praise kink? Or was it just her praise he was desperate for.

Longbottom’s mother asked, “Wait, you’re a seeker?”

“Yes,” both of them chorused. What were the looks about?

“What next?”

“That night with the writing on the wall,” he knew it wasn't her but never knew what really happened.

Oooooof course, she really had the strangest luck. He saw her also watching Black's reaction to his godfather. It was surprising to see the man had defended her once behind closed doors. 

“The bludger,” Draco had no desire to see this again but it was a big point of that year….and it was their first game together.

“You two talk more than you look for the snitch.” her father wasn't wrong. They’d always ended up circling each other half the game. Of course that game, a rogue bludger interrupted their taunting. Draco had stayed as close as he dared, hoping to catch her if she fell.

They all flinched as it hit her, it was alarming to realise he now knew why she hadn't cried at a broken arm. Draco wanted to punch the glittering idiot vanishing her bone, why was he always trying to touch her?

“Who is that idiot?”

“Gilderoy Lockhart, he was our defense professor 2nd year.” she answered flatly.

“Absolutely worthless, we all had to self study.”

“That name sounds familiar?” 

“He’s a second year right now and he has not done anything yet, I expect him to be left alone.” Draco wasn't surprised, she'd refused to blame Pettigrew for his future crimes so why blame lockhead? The others hadn't noticed Quirrell was also a student now thankfully.  Draco might have had to resist the urge to trip him down the stairs today.

Her mother had a terrible suggestion, “didn't you say you were in the hospital the first night a student had been petrified?” Yes….she was….Draco had been there just prior. 

He watched her bite her lip and reluctantly drop the memory. It began just as she woke up to him taking her hand running his thumb across the back of it, they all turned to them and both carefully avoided all the eyes. He’d used every bit of pureblood training to not jump as her bright eyes opened, the first time he'd seen them unobstructed by her glasses and froze. 

He recovered quickly and with a secret squeeze to her hand fled as smooth as he could manage. He’d just needed to calm his heart after the bludger, he always struggled to sleep when she was in the hospital and he always snuck in to see she was alright with his own eyes, that was just the first time she'd woken up to find him.

A moment after he was gone, Dobby appeared. Dobby had always been his favorite elf and it warmed his heart to know the elf thought highly of him and had even praised him to Potter in his own odd way after she’d angrily asked if Draco was abusive to him. He wasn’t, but telling his father what to do was not an option. It was the only thing he’d always known his father had been wrong for. 

Thank Salazar Dobby hadn't told the girl just how much Draco rambled about her, but he was infuriated to know the small elf had nearly killed her. 

The others were quiet as Potter said “how about the dueling club Dragon? It was oh so fun." The fake sweet voice reminded him exactly what his mother would think of this.

Aaaand he was right, she gave him a reproachful look he knew well as his smaller self conjured the snake despite Lockhart saying ‘disarm only.’ In his defense! Sev had told him the spell. 

Oh. OH. They could understand Potter speaking parsel in her memories! It made sense but he hadn't considered it. See- he knew she'd been telling it to back off. 

As soon as they leave the memory, Potter begins laughing. Fully, brightly, bent over holding her chest laughing and he has no idea why. 

“Are you ready to know how I know about the drawing room floor?” 

“YES, wait it was second year you found out?”

Still giggling (he was not watching her chest) she dropped in the new memory. 

A collective “YOU BREWED POLYJUICE AS SECOND YEARS IN A BATHROOM?” felt justified. 

“It's a good thing we used that bathroom! Just trust me!” …..she said Myrtle would help find her if she didn't come out of the Chamber….was it near that bathroom?

Draco was disappointed to see Crabbe and Goyle eat floating cupcakes with zero hesitation while equally proud of her remembering to take their shoes, weasel would get nothing done without her. 

“Okay fine you managed to brew Polyjuice (minus whatever is wrong with Granger) but you'll never find the common room or guess the password,” the sharp smile was the only warning before he heard his own smaller self's voice. 

No. nonononono please no. “I LET YOU IN?” Sweet Magic the others would have hung him if she’d ever told anyone. Why hadn’t she? 

Her father and his friends were losing their minds “we have spent YEARS trying to get in there and you did it in less than 2!”

Salazar. He was an embarrassment to his house. HE TOLD HIS ARCH RIVAL FAMILY SECRETS. His mother was going to ream him a new one. Potter was barely breathing she was laughing so hard. Sev looked ready to poison him. 

Next memory please! “Valentines day! Show them your little girlfriend!” He’d hated the little redhead from day one. 

“What girlfriend?” Longbottom’s mother’s eyes would fall out if they bounced between them any faster.

Potter rolled her eyes, “Gin was not my girlfriend, she just had a weird obsession when she first met me.” 

Shit, maybe this wasn't a great idea, his smaller self looked LIVID watching the scene. Of course he’d had to get her attention quickly and grabbed the diary thinking it would tell him more. 

“I…I touched it. Oh Salazar's sack, I forgot I touched it. ” 

“Not enough for its compulsions to affect you though,” she reassured him, she was right. 

“Did its compulsions affect you?” her mother had a point, did it?

“......Yes,” the new memory was disorienting as they fell into a memory within a memory. 

“Merlin, who is that fine piece of eye candy ?” Longbottomette, are we sure you're the plant boy's mother? 

“Voldewhore at 16. He was hot but then he went crazy and murdered a bunch of people.” Excuse you? 

“That's you-know-who?!” 

“Yeah he'll confirm it for you later.” oh no they were gonna have to watch another confrontation with the dark lord. 

“HAGRID OPENED THE CHAMBER?!” 

“NO nonono Tom framed Hagrid because they were going to close the school and he would be stuck at the orphanage.” he hated that Potter understood that. 

“I need to find a way to prove that to the ministry so Hagrid can get his wand back,” of course she wanted to help.

“You said you found out it was a basilisk because of a note in your friends hand right?” …..did she know it was him? 

Not looking at him, she dropped the memory, “didn't you say she was a book fanatic? Why would she rip one instead of just holding the entire thing on the right page?”

She didn't meet anyone's eye as she said “it wasn't Hermione that put it in her hand.”

“Wait, we've seen that handwriting.” Pettigrew fuck off. All but her turned to him.

“You knew it was him didn't you!” Draco did not remember that one's name but she can fuck off too. 

“She's saved every little paper crane he’s thrown at her of course she knows his hand writing!” SHE'S WHAT?

Potter threw one hell of a stinging hex at her godmother, she kept them? They knew? There was no way she told them, that meant they'd seen them and in turn meant she had them with her in this time. They were in her bag? This whole time? ALL of them? There had to be HUNDREDS. 

Potter quickly skipped to the next memory and she chose a TERRIBLE one as a distraction. 

“Pup please tell me they're not leading you where I think they are?” Where? She's following SPIDERS with a nearly wetting himself weasel, this can't be good. 

…acromantulas.

There were hundreds of acromantulas in the Forbidden Forest. He had been in that forest. She went straight into the heart of the nest. She made it out. She's standing next to him. She’s fine. He's fine. His heart rate was completely normal. 

She’s somehow a complete mix of the perfect Slytherin and perfect Gryffindor as she faced them head on and tried to keep them talking till she could get away. If they hadn't taken that car to the school, she would have died that night. 

He knew it had to be coming, the worst of it happened not long after the half giant had been sent away “you overheard them say weaselette was taken before any of us did, didn't you?” It was the only explanation for how quickly she disappeared too. 

Instead of answering aloud, she dropped the memory. They watched weasel and Potter hide in a wardrobe to eavesdrop on the news then the other teachers rounding on Blockhead.

“At least they know the man's an imbecile.” Draco agreed with his mother but wished they'd replaced the glittering idiot. 

“Was this when he broke his hand?” Draco vaguely remembered the rumor his hand had been broken and assumed it was a ruse to escape the responsibility.

Her biting her lip again should have been the first clue he was wrong, he watched enraged and disgusted as the man more than twice her age trail his hand down her small back. He needn't worry too much as this was Potter, she took his hand and in one quick movement with enough force plus a burst of her magic had the perverts hand crumpled. That was not the same night clearly, it had been in the middle of the year it seemed. 

She quickly moved on to the next memory before her parent’s tempers could fully blow. 

She’d tried to go to a teacher, she didn't always do things on her own, she was just constantly made to feel no one else would help. Of course, in this instance she chose the worst option, but he'd take it. 

Draco would also relish her in small self essentially kidnapping the disgusting idiot. 

“THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS IS IN MOANING MYRTLE'S BATHROOM?!?” “THIS WHOLE TIME!?” “YOU WERE IN THERE SO MUCH TO BREW THAT POTION YOU COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!”

“But we weren't and us being in there prevented the real person from using the chamber more!” she would see it that way. 

The coward tried to convince them he wasn't needed and Draco wanted to burn Potter's “oh-but you are, as live bait.” into his mind permanently. The laugh burst from him when the small girl hooked her foot around the pervert’s knee and knocked him down the hole in the floor. Bastard deserved it, the others seemed to agree.

It was nowhere near as….refined as he expected.…it was gross. There were rodent skeletons everywhere. 

The skin nearly gave him a heart attack, sure he’d seen….Jorgon...but next to her 12 year old self was even worse. 

It really was going to take a lot for Draco to not muggle punch the twit in the hall, he was 12 right now and had not tried to obliviate (or touch) his wi….Potter. 

Nonononono why was she always stuck going on to face these things alone? 

Draco could admit he felt….a little sorry seeing the little Weasley lying there unmoving. His eyes quickly left her though to see what smaller Potter hadn't noticed yet. The teenage dark lord. Blurred edges, yet here. This is what she meant when she told them he used the horcrux and smallest weasley to try coming back. 

Why was Potter looking at him like that? So what if he's…conventionally attractive. He's still a psychopath! And in his 70s!

….an anagram? Really? Draco rolled his eyes knowing the lunatic couldn't see him. 

Why the hell would the headmaster's bird bring the hat? Wasn't it supposed to bring the sword? Where is that?

Fuck fuck fuck fuck she was not kidding when she said Jorgon had tried to kill her the first time. The Malfoy Heir had never felt so useless as he watched her call for help.

The bird at least pulled some weight pecking out the lethal eyes. 

The sword is in the hat? Could it be pulled out during a sorting? 

She would. She would stand against a 1000 year old murderous basilisk with a fucking sword. Draco had the worst realisation that there was no blood on her and yet he knew she walked into the great hall covered in it. He knew hoping it was all the beast's blood was futile. As the monster lunged the Lion's screams turned to cheers, seeing her ram the blade through its mouth. 

The celebration only lasted seconds as they saw the fang in her arm. Draco had seen the scar, nothing could have made him guess the cause. 

“Potter, how the hell are you alive right now?” She didn't answer as her smaller self ripped the fang from her arm, blood spurting all over herself, and stabbed it into the book, releasing a nightmarish screech with a plume of black smoke. 

The real Potter turned away from them as her smaller self told the phoenix in a soft voice “it's okay Faux, dying isn't so bad and I'll finally get to meet my parents.” Draco was not fighting tears. It was dirt in his eye. 

Draco was buying a phoenix. So what if Malfoys were known for peacocks? He was getting a fucking phoenix. How many times has she almost died?!

Draco watched his own face as the memory group came into the great hall. His mask was barely holding as he scanned every inch of her, Theo and Blaise were watching him instead of her. 

He didn't ask her to show them Dobby, not wanting his mother to see that side of his father and hoping it never happened again. Potter didn't volunteer it either. 

“Haley Euphemia Potter you left out 95% of that.” “He was right! You minimized it all!” “You nearly died!” the Lions continued rounding on her till she held up a hand, 

“And this is why, look at you all. It only gets worse, that wasn't even a bad year!” fuck she was, unfortunately, right. 

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Haley bid her still upset family goodnight, they would eventually calm down…hopefully. It really didn't get better and the next batch of memories was only going to be worse. She would need to be ready to shield Peter the whole time. 

She hadn’t been able to work on Malfoy’s book thankfully  but it didn't seem like he had plans to sleep separately no matter what tonight. As soon as the portrait shut she found herself plastered to the wall, his hand sunk back into her hair and pulled back to make her look up at him while the other dug into her side “remember I warned you.”

Haley was sure there was no downside as she melted into his kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders before jumping to secure her legs around his waist. He carried her into her room, managing to crawl into the bed with her still clinging to him before sinking his weight onto her. 

Haley gave in and moved her hips against him, desperate for the friction that had been cut short before dinner.

He ground into her as he vanished her clothing piece by piece. Haley matched him, ridding him of all the fabric separating them. She reached down to grab hold of his cock and line it up with her but he snatched it away, sticking it to the headboard above them, quickly followed by her other hand.

The ravenette had no arguments as he nipped and licked his way down her body, he slipped a finger in as his tongue reached her clit and her thighs tensed around his head. Instead of using his other hand to pull her thighs apart, he reached up to pay equal attention to her breasts while she squirmed against his magic’s hold. 

A second finger was quickly added, curling into her till stars burst behind her eyes and she cried out his name. Panting raggedly as he worked his way back up her, she heard him cast the contraceptive charm Lavender and Parvati practiced before taking each nipple into his mouth in turn. Leaning into his touch until he came up to capture her lips with his.

His hand came up to the side of her face, his fingers in her hair, palm cupping her cheek, “are you sure Haley?” Yes. So much yes, she's dreamt about this for way too long and it was always those bright silver eyes she saw no matter how hard she tried to picture someone else’s face.

“Yes, please Draco I’m sure,” watching his eyes dilate because of her was mesmerizing. He kissed her deeply, slipping his tongue against hers as she felt him line himself up before pushing in slowly. 

This was by far the most gentle they had been with each other but she appreciated it while trying to adjust to the stretch of him. Every few fractions, he would pull back before pushing in a little deeper. Haley broke free of his sticking charm to sink one hand into his platinum hair, the other clawing into his back at each stretch. 

Draco’s hips finally met hers and Haley wanted to memorize the sound rumbling from his chest. He stilled for a moment and when the last of the burn finally dissipated, she wiggled her hips to urge him into moving. 

Her eyes started to roll back as he thrust into her, gradually getting harder, faster. He stopped a moment, sitting up on his heels before sliding a pillow under her hips. One hand holding her hip tightly in place, he brought the other to his lips, whispering a charm against his ring before bringing it down to her clit. Haley cried out, arching her back up as the vibration hit her and his hips began to move again, one of her hands grabbed onto the one holding her hip, the other grabbed her own breast the way he normally did.

It didn't take long for all of her muscles to tighten, her back arching up again she barely heard his curse over her own, digging his fingers into her hip, his nails surly leaving marks. He carried her through the high thrusting steadily till she came back down. 

He finally took the ring off her and leaned over her, kissing her again while her hands wandered his back and sides, trying to pull him closer. “Are you gonna be a good girl and give me one more?” she'd do just about anything when he asked like that, running his nose up her jaw.

“Yes sir,” could she really? She'd already finished twice and she wasn't convinced she would be able to stand. The nip to her neck and hard slam of his hips told her she definitely could. 

He took off his ring and whispered the charm again, taking her hand he held it to her clit, “keep it right there princess.” He took both her legs, hooking her knees over his elbows and bracing himself over her while he stared down at his cock ramming into her just beneath where she held his family ring against herself. Her free hands nails dug into his bicep as the tension in her core quickly rebuilt.

Haley was sure she heard her wardrobe and dresser shake just before she saw stars and screamed a string of curses mixed with his name. His hands left the bed to grip her hips roughly, holding her flush against him as he filled her. 

Haley lifted her hand, his ring slipping further back onto her too small finger, her hand resting on her rapidly rising chest while she tried to catch her breathing. 

He pulled out and collapsed beside her, breathing heavily. Haley openly stared at him now that his eyes closed as she summoned the blanket they’d shoved away. It took so much effort to move herself, curling into him. 

His hand reached down to take hold of her thigh while the other made circles on her back, she felt him wiggle the fingers on her thigh while whispering a charm Haley didn't recognize before she felt his magic inside her for a moment, “what was that?”

His head rested on top of hers, “it will keep me in you till you shower in the morning so we don't make a mess of the bed.” Sweet fucking magic what happened to them she l oved liked that? Would he do that every time? There was no way they weren't doing this again, her magic felt serene, calmly entwined with his. 

As she settled in, she realised his ring was still on her hand, slipping it off, she placed it back onto his own. His fingers caught her chin, tilting her face back to seal their lips together. The hand on her back tightened, pulling her even closer into his side as the one on her chin sunk into her hair. They always kissed…lazier afterward but this…this was lovi …..tender. 

Oh Merlin, no.