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Drake Zabini | Seventeen | Pureblood | Bisexual | Slytherin
Drake Zabini is probably a name that will go in history. Not just for the name itself — though one might argue that it will be a powerful name later on as the teen grows up into adulthood — but for the story that the male carries on his shoulders since his birth into the pureblood society and magical world. And, while Drake himself is not sure on the details, he does know one thing.
That he’s not Blaise’s son.
Sure, he calls him father and does all the father - son bonding things that are required of him — going to special events and the like to uphold the Zabini name — he’s not related to him by blood. That much can be seen by the color of his skin. Their relationship is not one to be inspired by or to set as an example for new fathers who want to be close to their sons. No, it’s quite the opposite for the boys. But before that subject is touched, Drake’s happening still needs to be heard.
Now, little miss Parkinson loved Blaise very dearly, there was no doubt about that but she still always prefered her past love instead. Draco Malfoy. They ran the school together arm in arm and in her eyes, they were the prefect couple and dreamt of their wedding, even. Acting like that, it was no surprise that she took their break up — and his announcement of engagement to Astoria as well as the wedding — rather hard. That’s an understatement really. She was completely devastated and just a colossal mess of tears and regrets and a broken heart. So, she ought out the company of an Italian wizard for an evening — or so she claimed when in truth there was several more meetings, even after the news of her pregnancy was announced.
However, she pretended that it was Blaise’s child in the long run, pushing for a shot gun wedding of sorts between them so her and her child could be supported and well to do. It was a horrible plan of her part but she did what she had to, to keep the child healthy and provided for. Pansy had meant well in the long run, even if it didn’t show right away.
After nine months of carrying the little demon — Drake was nothing but a pain during the pregnancy, always moving around in his mother’s stomach and curling up to her sciatic nerve whenever possible — he was finally brought into the world, only to face a rather pissed off Blaise and a regretful Pansy. Though, Blaise did accept Drake as his and raised the child as best as he could while being reminded of his wife’s deception and the remaining flame of her past love.
Then, it was only a year or so after that his little sister, Brielle, was brought into the world and was probably doted on from the moment she opened up her eyes. Drake easily slid into the role of big brother when around the Malfoy children, even treathening his “very bestest friend in the whole world” Scorpius at the tender age of five. Brielle was Drake’s light and he clung to her as much as possible before the awkward stages of puberty settled in.
That’s when all the chaos happened.
His first friend was Robbie Wood in his first year, later meeting miss Ella Travers as well. They clicked almost instantly and were damn near attached at the hip. Wherever there was mischief caused, it often linked back to the trio ninety - nine percent of the time. The bond between them only grew all the more when they ran away for the summer one year and Drake and Robbie tried to be rock gods with their two man band. It wasn’t all that successful but they came home with a million and one stories and mishaps to laugh about for a lifetime. Then, after those two, there was Jetson Greengrass, Jeremiah Forrester and the ever lovely Cyprienne Zeller. Now, while the foursome never caused any real issues, they were often drinking buddies in the later years and sought out each other’s company when hanging around the common room.
As Drake gained more confidence, he grew into his own skin, starting to become his own person rather than a child who tried to please his father at any given moment or who clung to his best friend and sought out his approval. No, Drake started to become more independent. He began to break from his shy personality and become more outgoing and courageous, started to talk to people that he knew his parents would never have allowed him to talk to, and was growing into this man that damn near oozed of sex and could swoon even the hardest of girls to get. He only later became comfortable in his own sexuality when he started up a summer fling with a neighbor — the same summer that him, Robbie and Ella were skipping around the better parts of London — and eventually lost his innocence to the older male. He never told anyone of who it was exactly or the gender of the person but he started to notice the boys more and found an attraction to them as well as the girls that roamed the halls of Hogwarts.
During his sixth year, that’s when he will just give a smirk of sorts and deem it his “wild time” despite it being so short lived. He was a playboy of sorts, always ending up in a different bed every night, boy or girl alike. There wasn’t a person in the school that didn’t know of him or his reputation of sorts. He even managed to make out a few times with Scorpius’ cousin and fellow best friend, Jetson Greengrass, much to the Malfoy’s dismay. However, it wasn’t until towards the end that he started to calm down from all the raging hormones and take a second look at his rekindled bromance with the blonde, causing almost unwanted feelings to occur in him. Later in his seven year, he’ll say the falling would be the best thing that happened to him as he curls up with his best friend turned lover, but at that moment, it was a living hell for the both of them.
Now, ending up his seventh year, he’s grateful for everything that has happened and wouldn’t dare change a thing. He feels that if he did, he wouldn’t have such a happy and content life with his boyfriend as he does now, despite the drama and horror that happened while they were still trying to transition from friends to lovers and everything — or everyone, in Drake’s case sometimes — in between.
Dante Valentine | Twenty | Half - blood | Bisexual | Slytherin Alumni / Camper
To say that Dante had a normal childhood is as far from the truth that you could get. He was taught at an early age that people are cruel, disgusting, and weren’t worth the time thanks to his lovely father and uncle. They were like his heroes back then and whatever they said, usually went. His mother was always in the background in his memories, always wearing that look of wanting to say something that was on the tip of her tongue. Lovely, right? A shame that she never did, she could have saved Dante’s future.
When he reached the rip age of eleven, he got his letter in the mail claiming that he was a wizard. Imagine that. His parents knew that he would be one, naturally. He carried his father’s genes and there was always that little unexplainable thing that would happen every so often when Dante would throw a fit or actually imagining that his wicked cousins would grow warts and blow up like a balllon. He was excited about the news, though. It was a way to see if all that his father said was true about the human beings.
Even though Valentine was a bright kid, he had a weird sense of humor. Almost to the point of sickening. He enjoyed to see other’s in pain. Laughed at their weakened state and watched them squirm without giving any help what so ever. He fell in with the Slytherin house nicely. Almost too nicely, as some parents would later say. And there wasn’t a thing that Dante didn’t believe was interesting, especially when it came to the Dark Arts and all that surrounds the subject. It drew him in almost, willing him to be it’s slave and do it’s bidding instead.
Something that he was all too happy to do.
Though, despite his wicked side, Dante was actually quite likeable by the school and the students. He was almost hard to dislike, in a way. He had a smile that could kill just about anyone, words that would wrap you up in the tightest of lies, and eyes that could pull you in and drown you in an instant with one look. He was a heart throb in his Hogwarts years through and through and used it to his advantage. Who wouldn’t, honestly?
Sadly, though, it all ended in his fifth year of attending the magical castle. He had found out about the Chamber of Secrets that had opened up in the Golden Boy’s era and instantly wanted to reopen it. It was hard to do with everyone always around where the entrance said it would be but he managed to set up shop there soon enough, making a few stales his personal room of sorts while he was holed up in the bathroom. Things turned sour one night while he was in there, reading up on Parseltongues while making hissing sounds in hopes something would react. And something did.
Or rather, someone.
There was a gasp and the sound of shoes scuffling against the broken tiles, causing the fifth year to pull out his wand and trap the first year in the wash room with him. That was a turning point for Dante, standing there in front of the girl with a wicked smirk as he gazed upon her limp, suspended body. In the end of his play time — something that he refers to every time he gains a new “prey” to stalk down and capture — she was long gone from this world with no hopes to return.
He was caught, of course. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out it was Valentine when the girl’s blood spelled out his name — quite literary — along the bathroom wall, resulting him in being exepelled and going to a juvinelle center to help clean him up and figure out why he would kill an innocent kill like he did. Since then, he’s been in and out of centers so much that they keep a room reserved just for Valentine and his visits, something that Dante was not fond of. In the end, he resorted to running away and taking up in the forest that surrounded his home away from home, pretending to be a camper among the masses.
Wesley “Wes” Anderson | Twenty - two | Muggle born | Pansexual | Gryffindor Alumni / Works at Dervish & Banges
If there was ever a person that was overly friendly and happy go lucky to a point where it would be annoying, it would be Wesley Anderson. There is never a day that he doesn’t feel blessed for being alive and breathing, something that he always feels the need to share with others, no matter where he is or what he’s doing. He’s constantly smiling and telling jokes, or sharing insane stories of his childhood that never fails to get people laughing or at the very least, crack a smile at the tales.
It’s like his goal in life to make people smile and have a brighter day after hanging out with him.
Maybe that’s what drew Wes in to the ever down and out Fallon O’Toole. The fact that the young boy was so sad looking and miserable whenever the redhead managed to seek peeks in their shared classes or even in the dining hall, sitting just a few seats down from him, made Wes try harder than anything to be the boy’s friend. He wanted to see what caused the other to tick, what thoughts ran constantly through his head and what it would take to turn the frown upside down and get a laugh from Fallon. It was hard work but it paid off in the end when they became closer over the years that they spent together before Fallon dropped out his fifth year.
However, despite the sudden disappearance of his friend, they remained on very good terms. Wes often hung out with Vince during the school year and kept each other company, keeping the summers solely for Fallon and his crazy idea of starting a band together. Something that Wes was all too excited about and was fully on board from the start, being the muggle music lover that Wes grew to be from his earlier years. It wasn’t hard to find the other members that they needed, finding Chris within days and the other two — Jason and Callum — within a few weeks. It was like heaven, being with the guys and writing songs and just bonding together over their love of music.
Though, it was short lived and eventually, everyone went their separate ways. Wes still tries to keep in contact with the others, mostly Callum and Chris, but that’s as far as it went. Jason moved out of his range and Fallon simply decided to fall off the face of the earth without warning or call, leaving a confused and heartbroken Wes in his wake. It wasn’t long before Wes snapped back from the disappointment and finished up his remaining time at Hogwarts with pretty good marks, earning him the option of getting a pretty good job in the Ministry if he wanted to take it.
He took a year off, however, to travel around and bullshit how he wanted. Often ending up in taverns and listening to old men ramble about how good life was before the love of their lives walked out or some deal fell through on a big and new idea. But, when it came time to settle down and get a job, his love was forever in the music and being able to play music so he applied for a local job in Hogsmeade where he would be able to repair musical instruments, muggle and wizard made alike. It was the best thing that he could ever manage to do. Sure, it wasn’t the life that he didn’t really envision himself living but it’s a huge passion of his to be surrounded by the curious students that come in to check things out and often ask about lessons.