Unbound_Broly

By @ZStewie Year 1 - Spring #Malfoid Dumbledore: Gryffindor wins the house cup! The great hall erupted in cheers as the hanging decorations twirled and changed from the cold emerald and silver to the warm crimson and gold. The Slytherins scowled, complaining to each other. As the feast began, Draconia approached Dumbledore Draconia: Headmaster, I believe you awarded points to Gryffindor for a wizards chess achievement. Dumbledore: You are correct Ms. Malfoy Draconia: As there was no tournament and no opportunity for other houses to compete, I believe it is unreasonable to assign points. Dumbledore: Hmmm. If you would like to compete to be more heroic than your peers, putting your own personal safety at risk for the sake of others, I will gladly award Slytherin a great many points. Draconia turned her back on the headmaster and marched out the great hall, perfectly straight platinum hair flowing in her wake Draconia: Unacceptable! She blew past Harry and Ron, her flowing robes brushing the back of their heads Ron: Whats her problem? Hermione: whatever it is, it's none of our concern A few minutes later Malfoy returned to the great hall with a small suitcase dangling from her hand. She beelined straight towards Neville sitting opposite of Ron. Draconia: Move Longbottom! Malfoy pulled him up by the collar and pushed him away from his seat. She then raked her arm across the table, throwing bits and pieces of the feast onto the floor and laps of nearby Gryffindors. Ron: I was eating that! Draconia: you'll have time to stuff your face when I'm done with you. With a flick of her wand the briefcase opened and a wizards chess board began assembling itself on the table in front of Ron. His eyes grew wide as he saw the ornate clouded glass and obsidian pieces set themselves up on top of the black and white marbled board decorated with gold fillagree Ron: This board must have cost a fortune! Draconia: Pawn to C4. The pawn shaped like a small snake slithered forward two spaces Ron: what on earth is this opening? Draconia: The English. You ought to know. Ron: I don't want to play you. Draconia: I don't care what you want. If you're going to claim to be the best at Hogwarts then defend yourself! Harry: Come on Ron, you beat us all the time! Ron: Alright, let's do this. E5. The game proceeded but Ron quickly felt out of his depth. Draconia moved with speed and confidence. She had an instant response to every attack that Ron put forward. Ron moved a knight allowing Malfoy's bishop to sweep from the other side of the board, claiming a pawn and trapping his rook. Harry: Ron, what are you doing? Ron: I don't know what to do. She's suffocating, I can't move! Harry looked into Draconias emerald green eyes. "Yeah, I know" Ron's mistake gave Malfoy a small advantage that she used to systematically destroy every major piece of Ron's until his king was left at the mercy of Malfoys queen. Ron: I resign. You win. Malfoy smiled from ear to ear and waved her wand and causing the remaining pieces to march themselves back into the briefcase. Draconia: Potter! Next time you decide to delve into a dungeon, choose your allies wisely instead of grabbing whoever is next to you. She placed a hand on his shoulder. It just might save your life! She turned and walked out of the great hall. Harry's head followed her long hair swishing left and right as she stepped. Harry: I guess dungeons aren't the only dangerous places in this castle. Hey! Where did my scarf go?

Sirius: HARRY! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?! YOU CHOSE CHO OVER DRACAENA?! HAVE YOU LOST YOUR BLOODY MIND?! Sirius: THAT GIRL HAS BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO NOTICE HER, AND YOU'RE BUSY CHASING SOMEONE ELSE! ARE YOU BLIND, BOY?! Sirius: YOU BETTER BEHAVE YOURSELF, GET YOUR ARSE OVER THERE, AND SEE DRACAENA RIGHT NOW! Sirius: I SWEAR, HARRY, IF YOU MAKE ME WATCH YOU THROW AWAY A PERFECTLY GOOD ROMANCE, I'LL PERSONALLY DRAG YOU TO THAT GIRL BY YOUR EAR! Sirius: NOW GO! TALK TO HER! APOLOGIZE IF YOU HAVE TO! AND FOR MERLIN'S SAKE, USE THAT SCARRED HEAD OF YOURS! Sirius: ...Honestly. James, Lily, your son is going to give me grey hair.

The Daily Prophet: HARRY POTTER AND HERMIONE GRANGER: SECRET ROMANCE?! The next morning, the Daily Prophet published a photograph of Harry and Hermione standing close together inside a tent. There were dozens of people around them, but somehow, the newspaper had chosen the ONE angle that made them look like lovers. Daily Prophet headline: HARRY POTTER AND HERMIONE GRANGER: SECRET ROMANCE?! Meanwhile, in the Slytherin common room... Dracaena: ARGGGGHHHHHHHH! POTTER!!! Crabbe: Why are you so angry? Pansy: She's probably going to explode. Should we evacuate? Daphne: I think we should. Goyle: ...What's happening? Dracaena: THAT STUPID, SCARRED, FOUR-EYED, HEARTBREAKING IDIOT!!! She slammed the newspaper onto the table. Dracaena: HE'S CHEATING ON ME WITH GRANGER! Pansy: ...Someone take away her crafting supplies. Unfortunately, nobody did. That night, Dracaena Malfoy stayed awake until sunrise, making hundreds of badges reading POTTER STINKS. She even put one on her right shirt pocket, directly over her heart. She had also cried enough to ruin her eyeliner three times. The Next Morning Harry spotted Dracaena distributing badges to Slytherin students. Harry: Uh, Dracaena? Are you okay? Dracaena spun around with the most terrifying smile Harry had ever seen. Dracaena: Ah, look who it is! Pottah! She proudly displayed her badge. Dracaena: Like them? I made them all myself! Every single one! And you, little heartbreaker, want one too? I've got TONS! Harry: ...You made hundreds of badges overnight? Dracaena: YES! I HAVE BEEN VERY PRODUCTIVE! Harry looked at her face. Her eyeliner was smudged, her eyes were red, and she looked like she hadn't slept at all. His smile faded. Harry: Dracaena... were you crying? Are you okay? For one brief moment, her expression crumbled. Dracaena: ... She quickly turned away. Dracaena: YES, I AM! I'M PERFECTLY FINE, HARRY! Harry: But your eyes— Dracaena: MY EYES ARE NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS! She shoved a badge into his hand. Dracaena: HERE! TAKE IT! NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO DISTRIBUTE THESE TO SLYTHERIN! She marched away, practically vibrating with rage. Harry stared at the badge in his hand. Across the corridor, Dracaena hugged the remaining badges to her chest, tears threatening to fall again. Dracaena: (Stupid Harry... stupid Hermione... stupid Daily Prophet...) She sniffled. Dracaena: (And why couldn't he just take me to the Yule Ball instead?!) Then she straightened her back, raised her chin, and continued distributing the badges. Dracaena: POTTER STINKS! GET YOUR BADGES HERE! Her eyeliner was still ruined. ( I forget the artist)

Forbidden Forest Midnight You Belong to Me, Harry Harry walked through the Forbidden Forest, the moonlight barely penetrating the thick canopy above him. Snap. Harry: Hmm? Who's there? Ron? Hagrid? Silence. Harry stopped walking. Footsteps echoed behind the trees. Slow. Deliberate. Getting closer. Then, a shadow emerged from the darkness. Long blonde hair. A black Hogwarts robe. A green tie. And two glowing green eyes staring directly at him from beneath a curtain of dark shadows. Harry: Is that...? Dracaena? Dracaena: Hey, Harry. Hehehe. Harry: What are you doing here? Come on, let's go back to the castle. It's getting late. Dracaena didn't move. Dracaena: Harry, sweetheart... I wanted to ask you something. Harry: What is it? Dracaena: Were you with Ginny today? Harry: What? Dracaena: Her smile widened slightly. Were. You. With. Ginny. Today? Harry: (What kind of question is that?) Harry: Yeah, I was. She's my friend. Dracaena's smile vanished. Dracaena: WHY? Harry: What? Hey, what do you Dracaena: She suddenly rushed toward him. Dracaena: WHY WERE YOU TALKING TO HER?! Harry: SHE'S MY FRIEND! I WAS JUST ASKING HER ABOUT HOMEWORK! Dracaena: I TOLD YOU SO MANY TIMES! SHE'S NOTHING MORE THAN A BAD INFLUENCE! I FORBID YOU FROM TALKING TO HER! STOP ASKING HER QUESTIONS! STOP GOING NEAR HER! Harry stumbled backward as Dracaena advanced. Harry: Dracaena, please! We were just talking about homework! Dracaena: I'M RIGHT HERE, HARRY! YOU HAVE ME! WHY DO YOU NEED HER?! Harry: I don't! She's just a friend! Dracaena: SHE'S NO ONE, HARRY! Her voice suddenly softened. Dracaena stopped directly in front of him. The anger disappeared from her expression, replaced by a strangely gentle smile. Dracaena: She's no one, Harry. Nobody understands you like I do. Nobody loves you like I do. Harry swallowed nervously. Harry: Dracaena... let's just go back, okay? Dracaena: Of course, sweetheart. She reached behind her back. Something metallic glimmered beneath the moonlight. Harry's eyes widened. Harry: D-Dracaena... is that a knife? Dracaena: Mhm. Harry: W-why do you have that?! Dracaena tilted her head innocently, as though he had asked her why she was carrying a quill. Dracaena: Harry... She stepped closer. Dracaena: You wouldn't leave me alone, right? Harry: N-no. No, of course not! Dracaena: You wouldn't abandon me for Ginny? Harry: No! I wouldn't! Dracaena: You wouldn't run away from me? Harry: NO! I PROMISE! Dracaena stared into his frightened eyes for several seconds. Then she smiled. Dracaena: Good boy, Harry. She slipped the knife out of sight and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her face against his chest. Dracaena: See? Was that so difficult? Harry stood completely rigid, his hands trembling at his sides. Dracaena: You're mine, Harry. Mine and mine alone. She hugged him tighter. Dracaena: Remember that, okay? You're my Harry. My precious Harry. My prince. Harry: Y-yes. Of course, Dracaena. Dracaena: Hehehehe. I knew you'd understand. She gently took his hand. Dracaena: Now, let's go back to the castle together. Harry: ...Okay. They began walking through the forest. Dracaena rested her head against his shoulder, humming happily. Dracaena: Oh, Harry? Harry: Y-yes? Dracaena: Tomorrow, you'll sit with me at breakfast. Harry: Okay. Dracaena: And you'll walk with me to every class. Harry: Okay. Dracaena: And you won't talk to Ginny anymore. Harry: ... Dracaena slowly turned her head toward him. Dracaena: Harry? Harry: Okay, Dracaena. Dracaena: Hehehehe. I love you. She squeezed his hand affectionately. Dracaena: I love you SO MUCH. Harry stared ahead, desperately hoping the castle would appear between the trees. Behind him, Dracaena's shadow stretched across the forest floor. And in her other hand, hidden beneath her robe, the knife caught one final glint of moonlight. Dracaena: Forever and ever, Harry. 💚 🍏