So here you were, one graduation, two jobs, and many passionate nights later, laid up in bed, dying. Or at least it felt a lot like it.
"I know (y/n). I know. Trust me I had seven!"
"Aunt Molly you are not helping!"
"Well you're the one who wanted to do this naturally," Ginny teases as she brushes the sweaty hair clinging to your forehead.
"Ginny, I swear to Salazar I will bite you!"
Ginny chuckles playfully as she looks down at you with a smirk. You'd roll your eyes if you weren't so damn tired.
"You're almost ready, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione says gently with soft smile before she moves across the room to gather her tools and Merlin kno
"I didn't." Mathias repeated, looking lazily up at the voice. Gosh, why did Norge have to be so loud? He still didn't know what he did (or didn't) do. Why did Norge have to be so confusing? His head hurt too much.
"You. Spiked. The. Eggnog." Norway practically spat out every word. Who spikes eggnogg!? The practice was apparently more common then he had realized, but still- why must that stupid Dane ruin every day with alcohol?
[Name] was here today too, making Norway more tense than usual. He didn't want to scare her away, especially not on such a festive holiday.
"Oh....that." Denmark replied lamely, scratching the back of his head sheepishly. Earlier today, Finland had set out a bowl of treats for them to snack on later, eggnog included. Mathias was thinking...well, some of us Nordics have been a little too uptight lately
Shivering slightly, you pulled your scarf closer to your face and slipped your gloves back on before gathering several store bags filled with newly purchased items and stepping out onto the snow-covered sidewalk. Normally, you weren't a huge fan of celebrating the holidays. You always thought the idea of gift-giving and being festive was highly overrated.
But this year was different. This year, you would be celebrating Christmas for the very first time with the one person in your life who meant the most to you.
After making one final stop to pick up a 'gift' you had ordered several days earlier from a local caf&
-Reader, Christmas, Fluff
Signed, your Secret Admirer
You tear your eyes from the love letter some soul had slipped into your bag sometime today. You’d been eyeing it with disdain. Honestly, who wrote love letters anymore? Though you had to admit the penmanship was fairly splendid. Still it did nothing for you. You hadn’t time for silly love letters. You already had your sights set elsewhere. You move said eyes over to peer at the gentleman who’d so rudely made your heart endure things you’d never felt before.
"I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I hate him."
“I would greatly appreciate if you would stop talking.”
"But Sev! Look at him sitting there all handsome and intelligent, reading a book! Ugh, and he knows it too!"
"If you're so obsessed with the Gryffindor idiot perhaps it’d best to approach him and quickly let him turn you down."
You turn your gaze to Severu
A Draco Malfoy x Reader Story
You had been a member of Slytherin just a year after Draco and you had admired him for ages, but you were so different to him in your family's ranking that he had never really noticed you much. Every girl in the "darker" cast of the Hogwarts School seemed to have a crush on him and he was able to select only the best amongst them, but you had never been that girl. It had seemed like a certainty that you would never be of interest to him but it had change one magical winter trip to Hogsmead….
Crabb and Goyle, Draco's usual lackeys had been absent from this trip after getting into a medical situation and so you had assumed yourself to be in a lucky position. Or at least to have a chance of being around him, but the moment everyone had arrived Draco was hounded by the elder girls you always deemed were more beautiful and you felt immediately lost.
Hogsmead was wondrous indeed, but not as beautiful as you had imagined it to be near Christmas.