Without a moment of hesitation, I bolted.
My attacker was as good as paralyzed on the ground, fallen in obvious pain. His muscles were contracting in the residual effect of the electric pulse. He’d be unable to efficiently run for a while. Therefore, I knew I had a much higher chance of escape.
Also, I gained some new information about my attacker. It seemed he was, indeed, a serial killer or pastime murderer. He had raised some sharp metal object to injure me before I turned around, showing he was likely more intent on killing me than taking advantage of me. Along with this more likely motive, his appearance su
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You hated working as a waitress in a restaurant in the Viridian City with a burning passion. Practically all of the customers were rude and blamed you for everything, the other employees talked trash about you, and the overall environment of the restaurant was like the butt end of a Miltank. You had long given up trying to be cheerful, barely managing to restrain yourself from blowing up in front of the customers.
The only reason why you didn't leave was for the miserable amount of money you were paid. It was barely enough to cover the cost for your education (you aspiring to be a Pokémon research
NOTE: In this story, I will be portraying Green with his Pokémon Adventures (Pokémon Special in Japan) manga personality. So, you won't be seeing any Gary/Green Motherf*cking Oak. Enjoy!
You ran away, crying, from your house. Your cousin was roaring drunk, insulting you. His hurtful words echoed within your head. 'Ugly,' 'worthless,' 'stupid.' These words had haunted you for your entire life, as your parents were never home and left your horrid cousin to look after you.
You ran, not thinking about where you were going. Your legs had unintentionally taken you to your friend Green's house. He was sitting on his porch when you ran o
"I want you to be mine" Draco whispered so (Y/N) couldn't really understand what he said.
"What?" (Y/N) said turning around to face him.
"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" Draco asked confidently, expecting her to say yes.
(Y/N) didn't know what to say. Draco had only talked to her a few times in class, mostly to get answers for assignments. She didn't mind giving him the answers, seeing as they were both Slytherins. She did wonder why he wasn't mean to her like he was with everyone else. Now she knew why.
"Well?" Draco asked impatiently.
(Y/N) knew that he expected her to say yes without thinking. That is what any other Slytherin girl w
Norway x Gamer!Reader
"Come on, just admit it"
"Shut it, Dane"
"Nope! Not until you admit it~~!"
"Come on, isn't it obvious he does?" a voice came from the doorframe. It was my little brother's, Emil.
I looked in his direction, and I stared at him, silently telling him to shut up. It's enough for him to have somehow guessed it on his own, but he really needs to shut up about it. He was leaning against the frame, looking over at me and the Danish idiot, and we were sitting in the dining room. Actually, I had been sitting here all along, engulfed in a book and a nice cup of coffee, and he had come to bug me. No surprises
Rare are people who truly enjoy black liquorice. Most of the time, simply imaging such inky treat is enough to bring people to gag as an immediate reflex. Maybe they never even got properly acquainted with it; they just assume the quote on quote 'revolting' flavour is not to their sheltered taste buds.
They are often right, after all.
Though, for those who do appreciate its subtlety, they often proclaim it's their favourite kind of liquorice, as is the case to you for the purpose of this story. Its sharp, tongue-numbing bitter-sweetness caresses soft, tender skin with such care that it can practically send shivers down your spine. And what
It was a Friday night, the moon was shining over the medium size house. Y/n was sitting on at the dinner table with her mother and father. Her father worked at the Ministry of Magic, and was telling his wife about how Lucius Malfoy was acting like a spoiled brat.
Y/n was silent and eating her carrots listening to her father. Y/n knew a little about the Malfoys, she was about 10 going on 11 tonight at midnight. She met Lucius's son, Draco once but it was when her father had brought her to the Ministry of Magic. Y/n remembered it very well. It wasn't a bad memory but it was.....awkward.
Y/n was about 8, she held her father's hand a
Her Chamber Of Secrets
The Goblet of Fire
A few days had passed since Professor Dumbledore had officially announced that Hogwarts was hosting this year’s Triwizard Tournament. In an hours’ time, the whole school would be making its way into the Great Hall to watch the ceremony in which Dumbledore would extract three names from the Goblet of Fire to reveal who would be competing.
You walked down the hall towards the Great Hall with Blaise at your side. It felt incredibly good to have things back to normal. Draco wasn’t bothering you, which meant Pansy didn’t feel as threatened, which in turn left you with n
You sat in the Slytherin common room, reading one of your favorite books, while listening to the crackling of the fireplace.
You were the outcast of the Slytherin house. You loved to read, you hated being rude, and you barely talked to anyone.
So, you kept to yourself most of the time, but there were rare times when Draco would just sit next to you in silence when no one else was around. You two would sit there for hours doing work, occasionally making small talk.
You don't know why he did, you thought he hated you, but you were thankful for the company.
Then one day, Draco walked in looking defeated. He had bags under his eyes, his hair
Her Chamber Of Secrets
Potions N' Stuff
Potions class...man did you love potions class. You enjoyed following recipes, mixing ingredients, and frankly you were really good at it. Then there was Professor Snape, you admired him. It's a shame that he isn't attractive or you'd have a full fledged crush on the guy. You were lost in one of his lectures when a knock on the wall pulled you from your trance.
You turned around only to see a certain fair-haired Slytherin standing in the door way. "Ah, Mister Malfoy, it's nice to see you've finally arrived to class. Why don't you take a seat over there next to Miss (l/n)." He gestured his p
The next morning was a nightmare. You accompanied Hermione down to the great hall for breakfast, though you didn’t feel up to it. Draco would be there, sitting at the Slytherin table with his friends. The very thought of seeing him caused your stomach to churn. You shook your head, realizing how ridiculous you were being. You had every right to be down there having breakfast with the rest of the school.
Hermione had sensed your mood immediately. “Cheer up _____, he was the one who was rejected.”
You nodded silently, glancing down at your feet.
She sighed. “He’s not the first one you’ve rejected either, r
“What class do we have now?” You exited the great hall, after devouring a rather large lunch.
Harry looked at you with an expression that could mean only one thing. Potions. You groaned loudly, causing a small group of Ravenclaw boys to glare at you questioningly. Potions was by far the worst class Hogwarts had to offer, Snape was completely bias, favoring Slytherin and forsaking Gryffindor almost entirely.
Hermione spoke up. “Oh come on, sure Snape can be a little bit-”
“Idiotic?” Ron cut in.
“Arrogant.” Harry added.
“Of an ass wipe.” You ventured with a slight smile.
(Draco Malfoy x Reader)
The dungeon was dark and dank as usual. You could hear the whispering of ghosts who were sharing idle gossip about the students. The Bloody Baron flew past, giving you an ugly scowl. You hugged your books close to your chest and pressed on at a more rapid pace. You could still feel him glaring daggers at you. It caused your skin to crawl. ‘No one thinks I should be in Slytherin,’ you thought. ‘Not even the ghosts…’
“Psssst!” You stopped and glanced around. No one else was around, so the person had to be calling you. You arched an eyebrow su
“Outta my way Potter.” The silver haired Slytherin pushed past the shorter, dark haired Gryffindor.
With a sigh you flashed Harry a very apologetic smile, before trailing after Draco and Pansy. Being in Slytherin was brilliant, you loved it, and there wasn’t any doubt that it was the house for you. However something that you had noticed was that students of Slytherin cared a lot about appearances, and keeping up certain expectations.
Pansy intertwined her hand with Draco’s, big fake smile plastered on her pug like face. Sometimes you questioned your own sanity for wanting to be around a girl like Pansy, she was talen
As you sat on a seat in the common room, a majority of the house cheered. Gryffindor had just won a Quidditch match against Slytherin, so all the Quidditch-enthusiasts were celebrating. Your best friends, Alyssa Kane and Tricia Walters, were among the celebrating Gryffindors, and were actively trying to encourage you to join in the festivities. You brushed them away, trying to find a point of escape.
It wasn’t that you didn’t want to celebrate with your friends or enjoy the win, you just had someplace to be. Though they had lost, you still planned to congratulate your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, on how well he played. You
You trudged through the halls of Hogwarts, weighed down by a book-bag full of homework and books. Being a fifth-year in Hogwarts was difficult and there was a massive homework load but you had struggled through it so far. Still, it was early in the year and it was probably only going to get worse.
“Well hullo [f/n]!”
You yelped as two arms linked through yours, pulling you in the opposite direction that you had been going. Of course, the Weasley twins. “Guys, please, I’ve got homework!” you protested, attempting to wriggle your way out of their grip. “I don’t have time for-”
You woke with a start, gasping, and looked around in confusion before you realised what had happened. You'd fallen asleep in Harry's dorm room. Harry, Ron and Hermione were your best friends, but right now, you were in the middle of a disagreement. You and Harry believed that Voldemort had made Malfoy a Death Eater to replace his father, while Ron and Hermione did not.
You had been helping Harry keep an eye on Malfoy using the Marauders' Map before you'd fallen asleep. Now, you saw that Malfoy was on the Astronomy Tower. Not wanting to wake anyone, you quietly slip out of the room dressed in your black tank top and red flannel pyjama pants.
The sound of boiling cauldrons and knives slicing ingredients filled the room as students chattered happily with their neighbors. It was one of those rare days in which Professor Snape allowed us to choose our own partners for brewing potions and everyone was ecstatic. The dark dungeon seemed to hum with energy, the lights casting a warm glow over what was usually a cold echoing dungeon. Everyone was cheerful. Everyone, that was, except for my partner and I.
Draco and I stood in silence as we moved through our work; the only sounds coming from him were the steady sounds of his breathing and him crushing ingredients into the pot. I was offe
I lazily put the spoonful of cereal in my mouth as Hermione lectured Ron on his eating habits for the umpteenth time.
I was a fifth year Gryffindor, I was best friends with the well known Golden Trio. I was put into Gryffindor which surprised most of the students because of my family history.
Generations and generations of (Y/L/N)'s all of which got put into Slytherin but I was the anomaly in the family. My parents weren't disappointed but rather shocked.
"You don't moan when (Y/N) eats like a pig."Ron grumbled.
"Don't bring me into your lover's tiff."I stated making Ron and Hermione burn red.
I smirked as they stumbled over their words.
People found my relationship with Draco Malfoy odd.
We were friends before we came to Hogwarts due to the fact that our families were both Pureblooded and my parents were friends with Draco's.
Our friendship did not end when we got sorted into different houses oddly enough because Draco said I was the only one that he could trust.
I was a Gryffindor and he was a Slytherin, we were meant to be enemies like how he hated my friends, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville. I didn’t speak to him for over a month for what he called Hermione in our second year.
In our third year, we began to date. It was weird at first because we had always been fri