[Harry Potter] Malfoid Stories

[digcat]

All true but teen girl.

 

[Sliverhero]

Time for some depression malfoid.

View: https://youtu.be/XqBJNn4TEA0?si=pLpsDIlxfezbVqrJ

Even canon scenes can be alot more hoffic with Malfoid instead of Draco

 

[AJ_Talon]

Ron, Hermione and Daphne walked some distance upstairs before the corridor opened around a familiar statue. Monty the Flighty stood frozen mid-gesture, one hand raised as if still conducting an invisible performance. He had been a beloved entertainer in his day, famous for animating puppets into epic battles, until an unfortunate allergy to cockroach clusters ended both the shows and the man. The painted smile on the statue felt increasingly out of place.

Ron drew a breath and tried to find the nerve he had managed in Dumbledore's office. It was harder here. Hermione, somehow, was more intimidating than Snape or Lucius had been.

"Hermione, I—"

"I'll make it simple, all right, Ron?" Her smile was tight and uncomfortable. "I don't care who you date. As long as you're happy, it's fine. It's not like you see me as anything other than a friend, right?"

"I… well, I mean… before now, yeah? But—"

"But nothing. I'm just your friend. That's it. That's simple, right?"

"Yeah, but what about you—?"

"Me? I'm fine. Just fine. You two? Have fun. I'll see you at dinner." She kept the smile in place, turned, and walked away at a pace just short of storming.

Daphne watched her go. "…She's still really mad."

"Yeah…"

Ron started after her. Daphne's hand closed lightly around his wrist.

"It's probably better to let her cool off for now, Ron."

"Yeah, but… ugh. Despite everything, I do… she's my friend."

"And she still will be. But as you said… we just need to go slow. And we'll all get used to it."

"You think so?"

"Humans can get used to all sorts of things. Like not being naked. That must have been strange, early humans needing clothes and not being naked."

Ron's ears warmed. "Ah… uh… yeah?"

"Are you thinking of me naked, Ron?"

"Wha—no!"

"Really? I'm thinking of you naked."

"Gah?!" His ears went bright red.

"Joking again."

"O-oh…"

"Maybe."

He stared at her. "…I'm not letting you meet Fred and George."

"Oh no. Boo hoo. Boo hoo. My boyfriend is ashamed of me. Won't introduce me to his family."

Ron groaned, then chuckled under his breath. He was, he supposed, asking for it with a girlfriend this odd. And this fun. The statue of Monty the Flighty continued to smile at nothing in particular as they stood there, Daphne's hand still lightly in his, the corridor quiet around them.

---

Finding a quiet, private place to cry had been a skill Hermione had needed to develop in primary school. Being so much smarter than everyone around her had forced her to learn where to hide from bullies. Hogwarts, fortunately, had no shortage of deserted places. In this case she found Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, shut herself in a stall, and let the tears come. She kept the sobs quiet, wiped at her face with the back of her hand, and still felt no better for it.

A knock sounded against the stall door.

"Go away," she managed, voice thick.

A handkerchief floated under the door. She took it, blew her nose, and stared at the fabric for a moment.

"…Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

Alarm cut through the rest. She stood, pushed the door open, and found Fred and George standing near the sinks. Both of them looked uncharacteristically serious. The usual grins were absent.

"What do you want?" she snapped. "What prank—?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Easy there, Mione." George lifted both hands. "We've had a little sister who cried her eyes out before. We know the drill."

Fred held out a Chocolate Frog. Hermione eyed it with open suspicion, the handkerchief still clutched in one hand, and did not reach for it yet. The bathroom was quiet around them except for the slow drip of a tap and the faint, distant sound of Myrtle complaining to herself somewhere deeper in the stalls.

"Come on, Mione." Fred's voice was gentler than usual. "You can't think we'd prank you now, do you?"

"It wouldn't be funny at all," George said.

Hermione reached out slowly and took the Chocolate Frog. She bit into it, chewed, swallowed. The sugar helped a little. She sniffled again.

"…I don't even know why I'm crying."

Fred nodded. "We get it."

"Had a crush on this bird from Hufflepuff," George said. "Nymphadora Tonks."

"We fought over her. Pranked other people to make her laugh."

"And turns out, she was head over heels for Charlie."

"Our older brother."

"The shame."

"The injustice."

"Of course we didn't exactly get how girls and boys work then."

"We were idiots."

"But we do know heartbreak," George finished, quieter. "And not being sure of what it means."

Hermione finished the frog. She wiped her eyes with the handkerchief. "…Thank you."

Fred's grin returned, smaller than usual. "Hey. It's what we're here for."

"And really," George added, "you and Ron? Might want to wait for him to grow up a bit more."

"'Cause ya know, Greengrass's dad is loaded. Noble."

"Goes around in a monocle."

"So hey. It might fall apart."

"So you can catch him on the rebound."

Hermione snorted, wet and unwilling. "I… I don't even know if I'm… if I want a romance right now. I just don't want to be left behind."

"Fair, fair."

The twins stepped closer and offered her their arms, one on each side.

"Well then," George said. "In that case, would you do us the honor of taking our arms?"

"And joining us for a bit of mischief?" Fred asked.

She flushed. "Um… what kind of mischief?"

"Oh, nothing like setting a teacher on fire."

"Or fighting a giant basilisk."

"Or chasing after a fugitive Dark wizard."

"It's not like I wanted to do those things!"

"True," Fred said. "But it does keep happening."

"So why not join us for something more mundane?" George offered. "Replacing Professor Snape's shampoo with hair degreaser."

"…He'll kill you."

"Not if you're along."

"What do you say?"

Hermione sighed. She tried, and failed, to hide the small smile. She took their arms.

"Fine. But if you turn me into a juvenile delinquent—"

"You aren't already?"

She kicked George's shin. He winced, still grinning.

"Let's just go."

"As you wish," Fred said, and the three of them left the bathroom together, the sound of Myrtle's distant complaints fading behind them.

---

Ginny sat on a stone bench near the greenhouses, watching the singing lilies. Their current tune was low and mournful, the petals trembling with each note. It matched her mood perfectly as she watched them sway, despair on her face. She had been there long enough for the cold of the stone to settle through her robes but it just didn't seem to help.

"Hello, Ginny."

She looked up and saw a slight blonde girl in Ravenclaw robes.

"Huh? Oh. Hello, Luna."

They had known each other since childhood—one of the few magical children in Ottery St. Catchpole who wasn't a Weasley. She, Ron, and Ginny had played together every so often, less often after Luna's mother died. Luna stood a few feet away in her usual radish earrings and two-toned glasses, a copy of the Quibbler held upside down under one arm. She crossed to the bench and sat beside Ginny without ceremony.

"We have Charms in twenty minutes."

"I—I know. I'm just…"

"Oh. Harry Potter?"

Ginny nodded, miserable. "…I mean… it's not like he ever gave me a look after he saved my life, but…"

"Sorry, Ginny. All the Nargles around him and Malfoy have gone. They cured them quite easily, and they'd had a terrible case of it for a while."

Ginny sniffled. "…Yeah, I suppose."

"But I'm sure you'll find someone to cure your Nargles with one day. Someone special."

Ginny looked up at her friend, hopeful.

"Really?"

Luna smiled, small and certain, and squeezed her hand. "I'm sure."

"Thank you, Luna. I mean…" Ginny blushed. "I do think Dean Thomas is… Is nice. He's very artistic."

Luna's expression turned thoughtful. "Dean Thomas? That's… hmmm. That might not be good."

"Huh? Why? Because he's half-blood?"

"No, no. But his ancestry, you see. It's all wrong."

Ginny gasped and covered her mouth. "Luna! You're not… you're not opposed to it because he's black, are you?!"

Luna looked off at a spot five inches to the left of Ginny's shoulder.

"I think he's more wenge or dark chocolate brown. But no. It's because he's from a long line…" Luna's voice dropped, grave. "Of West Ham football hooligans."

Ginny blinked.

"…Eh?"

"Football hooligans. If their team loses, they burn down the city and riot. If their team wins, they burn down the city and riot—but more cheerfully. They'll consort with dark forces called FIFA to rig games and riot anyway. It's in his blood, Ginny. You date him, you'll turn into one too and hijack a double-decker bus and end up in…" She shuddered. "Luton."

Ginny stared, then giggled, the sound wet but genuine. She wrapped her arms around the smaller girl. "Thank you, Luna. You always know what to say to cheer me up."

Luna sighed and hugged her back. "Very well. But bring me back a tire to burn when you two become the Hooligan King and Queen."

"I will!"

---

Snape and Lucius emerged from the meeting room at the Three Broomsticks. Lucius summed up their feelings after dealing with the irritating former Quidditch star in a single sentence.

"I need a drink."

"You're buying."

They headed downstairs. The common room was already crowded. Madam Rosmerta smiled warmly when she saw them and guided them to a private booth near the back. Lucius nodded politely. Snape managed a sneer that was almost civil. Rosmerta paid it no mind. She summoned a dark bottle from behind the bar with a flick of her wand.

"Bottle of Werewhiskey, 1877, Mister Malfoy?"

Lucius's mouth curved. "Good memory."

"It's almost the most expensive thing in the tavern. Not many others buy it." She poured them each a glass, left the bottle, and bustled off to the next table. Lucius and Snape both took a fortifying sip. Lucius smirked faintly.

"Kicks like a mule."

"I believe that's the point."

Lucius studied him for a moment. "Severus… tell me the truth. Potter's… my daughter—"

"I believe he is sincere." Snape turned the glass once between his fingers. "He is… not entirely like his father in that regard."

Lucius's expression went deadpan. "I think you're a bit biased in that respect, old friend."

"…Perhaps." Snape took another drink. "But I will keep an eye on things. Potter has issues connecting with others. That their rivalry was fuel for their feelings, well… as I said. I'll keep an eye on them."

"Thank you." Lucius sighed. "The last thing I need is a wandpoint wedding between my daughter and Harry bloody Potter."

Snape's mouth twitched. "Narcissa would be happy."

"Ugh. She's actually encouraging this. Encouraging Lyra to pursue him."

"If he wasn't Harry Potter, he would be the perfect match." Snape's sneer returned. "But of course, he is because he is Harry Potter. The paradox."

"I am well aware. Still… if they take it slow, that gives me time to convince Lyra to break it off."

Snape's voice dripped with sarcasm. "Because denying her something will absolutely make her not want it."

Lucius scoffed, but he did not argue the point. He took another sip. "Well, this is shaping up to be a fantastic start to the year."

"Really?" Snape's tone was dry. "That little show at the Quidditch World Cup wasn't worth it?"

Lucius pinched the bridge of his nose. A low growl escaped him. "That little show… I had nothing to do with it, Severus. Really. Right there, in front of the entire world? You have any idea how many business deals I've had to renegotiate over that stunt? Nobody wants to invest in Britain if terrorists are causing trouble. Those fools think it's the old days. That they can run around and cause terror. That that's power." He shook his head.

Snape sighed. "They never really grasped what power was. They operated under his protection. Without that… they threw themselves on the mercy of the Ministry."

"It was the only move to make." Lucius scoffed and drank. "They mock me, but I had a family, a legacy to think about. And I still do."

A pause. Snape watched him. "…Would it be accurate to say you have no love for our former Master?"

A dangerous silence settled between them. Lucius sipped his whiskey and chose his words carefully.

"…You know if he returned, I would return to his side, Severus. We are bound to his service. And indeed… if I knew where he was… I would of course seek him out."

Snape's stare was hard. "Of course."

"…But we are doing far better financially in an environment where he does not rule. I cannot escape that."

"Which of course means, should he return… he will not let you forget it."

"…No." Lucius finished his drink. "Well. In which case… thank God for Harry Potter."

Snape sneered into his glass. "Indeed."

The bottle sat between them, mostly full. Outside the booth, the tavern continued its ordinary evening noise. Neither of them moved to refill their glasses just yet.

 

[Creationist]

I loved the Luna and Ginny segment, and Lucius talking with Severus at the end was a good note. I'm glad Snape is testing Lucius here as well.

 

[Chermo]