Celeste Black

@celestialunicorn84.bsky.social

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Multifandom girlie | Baby writer | Chronic overthinker paralysed by indecision | Prone to maladaptive daydreaming | Hi! Let's be friends Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/users/OneCelestialUnicorn

"People have made up their minds about me long ago. I don't owe anyone explanations, especially the people who form opinions based on second-hand accounts. It's my life, and who I choose to have in it is no one's business but my own." "That so, darling?" The endearment slips out, but he can't bring himself to regret it. Hermione huffs impatiently, knowing he's deliberately prolonging their flirting. She's been waiting for so long and is aching to snog the living daylights out of the wizard.
He smirks at the thought, not because he doubts it, but because the unexpected but welcome friendship between his two favourite witches now means never winning a fight again. He's thrilled AND horrified. "What was I supposed to do? You weren't doing anything about it, and I know you like me Draco Malfoy. Don't even pretend you don't." "You know it's not because of that, Granger. I'm not —"
Unable to resist, he twists a curl around his finger. Curls he's been obsessed with for longer than he cares to admit. "I know, but that doesn't give her the right to trick pretty witches into getting stuck under the mistletoe with the likes of me." The teasing light in his eyes reveals exactly how much he doesn't mind. "Is it still tricking if the witch is willing and may have had a hand in it?"
Mistletoe Mayhem cover featuring the following tags: DHR Fluff Mutual pining
One Celestial Unicorn - A thread of my works
Soft grey eyes, unguarded and full of something she’s struggling to identify, threaten to unravel the very thread of her being. She is helpless to resist it. Resist him. She opens her mouth to respond but is silenced by a gentle press of his lips to hers. Oh. Oh. It isn’t a prank. Draco does like her. And he’s kissing her. He’s truly kissing her.
Silence grows between them. Thick and uncomfortable, laden with words both wished to say but couldn’t. “Please, can you just look at me?” “You’re just trying to spare my feelings,” she mumbled, eyes glued to the ground. “And why, pray tell, would I need to do that Granger? It was my secret Theo revealed, not yours.” “Because there’s no way that what he said is true,” she said, wishing he’d leave already. “And what do you mean, trying to help you?”
Years of wearing her intellect as both armour and weapon mean that she now struggles in post-war social settings, inevitably finding herself on the outside looking in. She hated parties, because floundering through social cues went hand-in-hand with her assuming the worst of people’s intentions. And tonight’s inter-house gathering was a nightmare because a loud-mouthed, chaotic Slytherin with meddlesome tendencies revealed secrets with shameless abandon; secrets he distributed like a box of Smarties, enhanced with a sonorous charm.
DhR | 8th year | Fluff | Mutual Pining #Dramione
Jagged Little Pill by Alanis Morissette