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goldenbuckyyy · 11 months

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LOVER

Summary: An inside look into the happily ever after between you and Draco that is well deserved.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3kish

Warnings: SMUT (!!), raw sex, synchronized orgasms, slight dirty talk, cream pie, making out, established relationship.. anything else?! Let me know!!

A/N: I had always been wanting to write this little epilogue for my favorite little story, Heather. Please read my previous post which is just an explanation into why I hadn’t posted in a while! I hope you enjoy this. Title inspo: “Lover” by Taylor Swift.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one.

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts! Love reading them. 🫶🏻

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“Shhhh, baby. You gotta be quiet,” your husband rasps into your neck, his deep voice sending goosebumps loose all over your skin, as he licks a small strip up to your chin as he proceeds to nibble on your bottom lip. His warm, soft hands touching your skin which makes you feel like you're burning underneath him.

You clench your eyes together to try and make sense of all of the different sensations you’re currently feeling.

A strangled moan chokes its way out of the back of your throat as he angles his hips upwards to go in deeper as you instinctively wrap one of your legs around his waist to give him better access. Your hands touch his soft skin around his waist as you hold onto him, gripping tightly into his flesh.

Your bodies synching together like they always have. Even after all these years. No amount of time would ever come close to being enough. You’re always going to want more.

More. More. More.

Your husband steals your moans as he covers your mouth with his own, his lips moving against yours softly, and your arms wrap around his neck to pull him into you. One of your hands moves into his hair, tugging at the roots gently as his own hands move to grip onto your hips, and you both start moving together. Speeding up when you start feeling the familiar ache in your lower belly.

You both pull away from each other's necks, smiling when you both notice the same reflexes, and you reach up to kiss your husband's sweet mouth once more. His thrusting only grows rougher and deeper, but still moves with caution and it makes your entire body erupt in chills as you both moan into each other's mouth when you climax together.

Always together.

Your toes curl into the bed as your husband continues to thrust into you, spilling himself completely into your warmth, and you peck his lips a couple times as he leans his forehead against yours. Both letting out loud pants and small giggles. A cheeky grin overtakes his face as his eyelashes flutter against his creamy skin.

His beautiful silver eyes meet yours as he kisses the tip of your nose and then he slowly pulls out of you which makes you whine at the loss of contact and he flips down next to you. He chuckles deeply as he rubs his chest, which is moving rapidly as he comes down from his orgasm, and his fingers brush against your breast.

His fingers caress your naked skin around your chest, “God, I love you. I love how we’re still in sync even after all this time.”

“So do I,” you whisper back sweetly to him as you reach over to him to kiss his cheek, which makes him flush like he always does, and you slowly start getting off the bed. You use the bedside table to steady yourself as you stand up.

“It’s starting already?” He yells after you as you speed walk into the master bathroom that you are so incredible thankful for at this second because you feel like your bladder is about to burst.

“Shush,” you exclaim back with a giggle as you proceed to finally sit down on the toilet and have yourself a wee. Your entire body relaxes at the feeling and you look down at your protruding belly.

Three months to go.

You reach over to grab your belly oil and rub it all over your stomach as you relax for a second. You almost jump off the seat when you hear your husband's voice from the door.

“You’re a sight, my love.”

“Draco!” You exclaim with an eye roll as you watch him watching you. He stands against the bathroom door, leaning against it, still naked, and you let yourself take in his body in its full glory.

You take a minute to admire his muscular posture with his lean frame. You admire his creamy, milky skin which is covered in bruises. Which were caused by your mouth. Always leaving them everywhere because you absolutely loved to mark him up. You always made sure they were in places that could be hidden underneath his Auror robes.

He still brought up the one time you accidentally marked him above the collar mark and everybody teased him for weeks until it faded away. Especially since Draco never used glamour charms on his skin.

You admire his long legs with his equally long torso and you loved how tall he was. He always made you feel safe and secure in his arms. You lick your own lips as your eyes land on his valuable member.

Your stomach tingles as he slowly strokes himself, still a bit hard for your morning activities, and you let out a laugh.

“Stop it,” you demand as you clean yourself up and proceed to wash your hands. You stare at him from the mirror with a small smile.

“Stop what?” He questions with a smirk as he goes to the toilet to do his own business.

“I’m already pregnant with your sixth offspring because of that thing!” Your eyes looking wide at his cock in his hands.

Draco lets out a loud, belly laugh that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle as he cleans himself up. “Technically it’s only your fifth pregnancy!”

“Don’t act like you don’t absolutely love it,” he whispers as he places a big kiss into your warm cheek causing you to giggle again.

You leave him be as you walk into your shared walk in closet. You pull over a matching pair of baby blue knickers and a soft bralette. You wiggle your way into your comfiest pair of black leggings and soft knit white jumper. You slip your feet into your fuzzy gray slippers and start making your way down the hallway. Your ears are perking up trying to hear any signs that your kids are up.

You start making breakfast the muggle way, thanks to Hermoine for teaching you, and you’re humming along to a song when the first sign of life invades your senses.

You feel small hands sneak up on your belly as you smile brightly, pausing as you mix the eggs, and look down at bright gray eyes looking up at you.

“Good morning, mummy!” Your little five year old daughter, Aries, whispers as she shows off her bright toothy smile.

You bend to kiss her forehead as she giggles, “Good morning, my little angel. Where’s your brother?”

She rubs your belly lightly as she then skips to her usual chair around the family table, “Brushing his teeth, mummy.”

“Did you brush yours already?” You ask with a raised eyebrow and she giggles even louder.

“Duh, mummy!!”

Right on time, Aries' twin brother Phoenix, comes running down the hallway.. excessively loud and giggling as your oldest ten year old son, Scorpius is chasing after him. Your seven year old, Leo, is walking behind them slowly. Yawning and rubbing his eyes lazily as he trails into his seat at the table as he moans out a good morning to you and blows you an air kiss.

“Be careful!!” You yell after them as Aries only watches them with a smile on her face as you continue cooking breakfast. You hear louder footsteps as Draco comes into the kitchen, ready for the day in his Head Auror robes, and holding your three year old daughter in his arms.

He reaches you, pecking your lips sweetly as if you didn’t just spend the morning wrapped around him, and lets you kiss Lyra’s soft cheek as she smiles at you. Her tiny hand touches your hair slightly.

Her eyes that match yours watch you as Draco walks away from you and tries to wrangle up all the kids for breakfast before he has to leave for work.

The kids are all yelling, moving, and proceeding to sit in their favorite seats. You and Draco proceed to move in sync together as you both gather plates for the kids. Moving to fill each with cut up pancakes, scrambled eggs, cut up strawberries, and each kid getting their favorite drinks. You quickly make Lyra a yogurt bowl with extremely small slices of strawberries on the side and a cup of her favorite milk.

Bumping hips and sneakily smiling at each other.

Draco starts handing each one of your shared kids their own special plate and drink as you make your own plate along with your husbands.

You set the plates down as you hand Draco’s hot coffee that’s under a stasis charm as he hands you a thankful smile and passes you your own cinnamon tea in your mug.

The room is soon filled with loud children talking. Scorpius and Leo arguing about what to do today after daddy gets home. Debating on if they should play quidditch or have a family movie night since it’s Friday. Which means daddy gets the weekend off. Aries and Phoenix are munching on their breakfast loudly and making silly faces at each other which causes them to giggle excessively at each other. Lyra sits in her high chair as she observes her siblings with a silly little smile on her face and trying her best to eat her yoghurt with her tiny pink spoon.

Draco feeds her small bites of his own pancakes as Lyra happily accepts them.

“What are your plans today, baby?”

You hum as you finish your bite of food, “Hermoine and Pansy are coming over today. They say they want help with the wedding planning, but I think they’re having godchildren withdrawal.”

Draco snickers at that with a slight eye roll, “Of course they are. Our children are the best.”

You smile at him, “So, Pansy told Theo and now he’s coming over with the kids as well.”

Draco nodded his head, “I’m sure Potter is happy about that.”

“Anything to get Theo away from his nesting habits and begging Harry for another baby,” you say with a soft smile as you think of your best friends.

Draco scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, “I’m sure his baby fever will end once he sees your pregnant belly and our adorable Lyra. Didn’t they just adopt baby Sirius?”

“Baby Sirius is going to be four already! Then Lily and James are already Scorpius age. Theo is just scared of empty nesting, but Harry says he wants to wait until this big case he’s dealing with passes.”

Draco hums in agreement, “I wish we were like that.” And he proceeds to give you a soft teasing smile.

You poke him with your fork and shake your head, “We have kids basically every two years, these twin girls are the last ones!” You eye him with an authoritative look.

“Anything you say, my love.”

“Do you think Hermoine and Pansy will ever adopt or have kids of their own?” You ask as you watch Lyra to make sure she’s eating. Draco doesn’t miss the tone of your voice at your question.

“You’ve noticed the way Hermoine looks at your belly, huh?”

“I have,” you reply softly. “It’s just.. Pansy always says she’s okay with just being a godmother, but ‘Min…” you trail off with a sad smile.

Draco reaches over to your hand and squeezes, “I understand, trust me. Maybe get a second with Granger and just talk to her about what we’ve noticed.”

“Maybe. I don’t want to overstep,” you say as you sip your drink. Scorpius is the first one that finishes eating and he quickly thanks you for breakfast with a kiss on your cheek as he moves to start washing the dishes. You admire your first born for a second and can’t help but love how much he looks like his father and how big he’s gotten.

The same milky white skin with bright pale hair and even with the same matching gray eyes. His exact copy. Oh, you can’t help but tear up at how much you love your first baby boy. The first baby that made you a mother and taught you about a mothers love.

The one who made you want a million more babies.

Leo and Phoenix soon start helping clean up the plates as Draco helps Lyra get cleaned up. Aries helps him as you use your magic to clean up the table and Lyra’s high chair.

You hum in contentment as you proceed to kiss the cheeks of all your kids. Scorpius blushes, Leo kisses you back, Phoenix and Aries giggle, and Lyra pulls you in to attack you with kisses and hugs. Draco soon jumps into all the loving before he has to floo to work.

Draco piles all the kids into his arms as he squeezes them into his arms and then tells them to go play before their cousins come over.

He gently pulls you into his arms as one of his hands slips underneath your jumper to rub your belly as he kisses your lips sweetly. The feeling of his lips on your sends sparks all over your body like it always does and you savor his taste.

“I love you,” you whisper into him as he smiles against your lips.

“I love you more,” he whispers back with a couple more pecks against your smiling mouth.

“Be careful and I’ll see you soon,” you kiss your lips one more time as he steps into the fireplace.

“Always am, my love. And I’ll be counting down the minutes,” he says with a wink as he grabs a handful of floo powder and calls out his location. He bursts into green flames and your hearing soon fills with the sounds of your children’s giggles and loud voices playing together.

You take a moment to take it all in.

Loving the same boy… now man for as long as you can remember. The amazing life you both have built. It was never easy and there have been many hardships, but it was incredibly worth it.

What a beautiful life you both had built slips into your mind as you smile to yourself in pure bliss.

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winterssecrett · 4 months

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MORNINGS BY HIS SIDE | DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY

ღ Draco Malfoy was a dream, and being able to sleep with him was a dream come true.

Or at least that's how Y/n saw it.

The curtains of the boy's room were open and a few rays of sun started to kiss the pale and soft skin of the Slytherin prince. In Y/n’s mind, he looked gorgeous, with his hair made a mess on top of the pillow, and his lips slightly open showing his calm breathing. God, she couldn't ask for anything else in life.

Sometimes she wondered how she had gotten so lucky.

Moving her eyes from her boyfriend's frame she turned around to look at the clock, it was 06:50 in the morning and they had classes at 08:00, the boy's alarms were gonna start sounding in a few minutes and she knew she was gonna get teased for being once again in Draco's bed.

But how could she not be there? If the boy begged her to stay every night cause he was used to not sleep alone.

Blaise's alarm started to sound annoying everyone in the room, Draco mumbled something in his sleep before hiding his face in his girlfriend's neck, he didn't feel like waking up, and no one was gonna change his mind.

“turn that shit off Blaise or I swear to god I will shove the clock in your mouth and make sure it comes out of your ass”

Mattheo wasn't the nicest person in the mornings, or ever, but they were all used to it by now. Theo moved his head to the other side of the room and let out a huff.

“non riesci nemmeno a dormire, lo so, per l'amor del cielo” (you can't even sleep now for fucks sake)

The noise stopped and Blaise locked himself in the bathroom, Draco started moving again, and Y/n left soft caresses on his back.

“Always bothering us” He murmured sleepily making her laugh

“We have class in an hour” she reminded him softly “We have to get ready”

The blonde shook his head in -no- “I have DADA on my first period, Snape can go suck my father's dick”

“Draco!” Y/n scolded, hearing Mattheo cracking up from his bed

“Sorry love” he quickly said, leaving a kiss on her lips “Why don't we stay here, just you and me, we can sleep a little bit longer and then have Dobby bring us breakfast to bed”

His proposal, his voice, his caresses on her waist, everything was making her say yes. How could she not? It was Draco Malfoy.

“Okay, fine,” Y/n told him watching a smile a pear on his face “But this is the last time”

The blonde nodded rolling his eyes, he started leaving kisses on her cheeks and then along her jaw and exposed neck.

“Fuck, I could never get tired of this”

She let out a laugh “I know, Dray, I know”

Blaise finally came out of the bathroom and Theo was quick to get up with his towel in hand ready to have a shower. Mattheo on the other hand walked to the window and pulled out a cigarette.

“Want some, Y/l/n?”

Draco didn't even let her answer.

“It's not even eight in the morning, Riddle, leave my girl alone”

She just smiled “Go back to sleep, babe, it's still way too early for you”

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thestarsarebrightertonight · 5 days

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you know how to ball i know aristotle // mattheo riddle x fem ravenclaw reader

playlist: so highschool - taylor swift

summary: you and mattheo always made an unlikely pair , he was so sporty and adventurous- and flying on a broom was your worst nightmare, yet you fit together so perfectly.

y/n used , fluff , established relationship , short

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"just get on y/n," mattheo sighed , watching you judgingly as you cross your arms and shake your head aggressively.

"im not getting on that thing id rather die!" you argued back as your stubborn words make mattheo role his eyes.

"its just a broom y/n and you know id never let you get hurt!" he defended himself as you simply stared back , not moving an inch.

"well i dont get why we're here anyways , you dont have a quidditch match coming up and i dont fly!" you sighed.

"i just wanted you to give it a go with me , it could be fun- you wont know until you try!" mattheo exclaimed , his quiet frustration growing.

"mattheo , hun - i love you - but its not happening." you stated as the boy groaned and threw his arms up in anger.

"fine! what else do you want to do?!"

the smirk that carved itself onto your face made mattheos heart drop and his thoughts race , "oh no".

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"y/n if you read one more theory that i dont understand im gonna go voluntarily talk to snape!" mattheo ranted , his head in his hands on the library table.

"mattheo , you asked what else i wanted to do? aristotle is to me , what quidditch is to you." you grinned , enjoying the boys tortured groan after he tried to get you to fly hundreds of feet into the sky for 'fun'.

"who the fuck is aristotle? should i be jealous?" mattheo asked curiously , assuming it was some kind of muggle popstar.

"if we were in like 340BC , maybe!" you laughed at him as he glared at you , biting back a laugh aswell.

"i just dont get how this is fun for you , we have built a wall of books that you havent even gotten halfway though yet - and you havent even had a break. this is my definition of hell!" mattheo rambled on as you simply shrugged , eyes still glued to your book.

"now you know how i felt about nearly being dragged up to be with the gods!"

"oh come on , the hoops are like 150 feet off the ground youre so dramatic!" mattheo laughed.

"hm, and you wouldnt have me any other way!" you teased , finally looking at him with a smug grin.

"no , youre right , i wouldnt." he smiled back , kissing your lips softly.

"i bet that felt better than us reading aristotle." mattheo smirked.

"sure , did it feel better than me riding your broo-" you quickly stopped yourself as mattheo burst out laughing , your cheeks reddening , "yeah i realised that one too late."

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btsbabe7 · 5 months

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November Prompt 18: Crown

Words: 594 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

There’s a surreal feeling that washes over you as you descend the castle stairs into the entrance of the Yule Ball. You hadn’t told a single soul about your date. In fact, as far as all your friends knew, you had no intentions of attending. But here you are in a pearly gown with silvery lace trim hand-sewn against the white silk. Your curly hair is styled in a slightly messy updo that you’d practiced for weeks until it was perfected, and a dainty, single emerald stone bracelet, gifted by your date clings to your right wrist. All the planning had finally led you to this very moment.

In the midst of the first dance coming to a close, an applause breaks through the room, then you spot your date breaking through the crowd. Heads turn and there seems to be whispering amongst the crowd, but not over the music. Just as you reach the bottom of the stairs, Draco’s arm links around yours. A vest and bowtie accompany the snowy white button-up that hugs his thin torso. His platinum hair is parted perfectly down the side and tucked behind each ear to fully display his dashing features. He looks absolutely amazing, even more than he does on the day to day, if you do say so yourself. And soon, the gaze of other students follow the two of you through the crowd where Draco pulls you in close for a slow dance.

“Ignore the whispers,” he breathes, pulling your wandering gaze for your friends back to him. “You look beautiful tonight and I won’t let anyone ruin this for us.” His brows raise to make sure you understand and you smile softly and nervously.

You had planned to attend the ball with Draco almost a month ago in the secrecy of your meetings in the Astronomy Tower. If everything went as planned, the entire school would be in shock at the news of you and Draco attending together, despite the existing rumors of his growing crush on you. And the whispers tonight have proved just that. Even Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape, and Dumbledore, the Headmaster himself, had done double takes when Draco’s arm reached out for you at the entrance moments ago.

“Draco,” you mutter softly, keeping your eyes on his to stay focused. “What do we do when they see? My friends, when they notice?”

He chuckles softly and pulls you closer, gently stroking your reddened cheek.

“Then let them notice. You look beautiful. You spent so much effort planning and perfecting the perfect. Just focus on this. Don’t let your crown slip.”

You smile widely at his comment and just because you’re happy to finally be in his arms in the midst of everyone. There’s whispers and stares and even pointing, but you stay focused on Draco. It all feels like a relief compared to the fear that came with sneaking out to meet in hiding in The Astronomy Tower every night. You know your friends are somewhere with their own dates and that their curiosity about you and Draco will soon be a topic of conversation, but none of that matters now in a place where you should feel the most confident.

Draco spins you around one last time at the close of the song, and with a smile, he caresses your cheeks.

“We’ll have the best night of our lives, my queen. I promise,” he breathes before placing a soft kiss on your forehead that leaves you grinning from ear to ear, and tonight, you truly feel like royalty.

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smutinlove · 11 months

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Draco Malfoy x female reader smut Requested by Jas, again. 😶🖕

Your last name is Potter. So you're Harry's sister lmao.

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You were sitting next to your brother when you had heard the annoying yet dreamy voice of your secret boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

"Oh, look! It's the two pot heads sitting next to each other!" He and his friends laughed.

"Piss off, Malfoy." Harry said as he rolled his eyes. "No, I think YOU should fuck off. Oh, Y/N, is he always this insufferable?" Malfoy asked you with a grin on his face. He lifted your chin.

"Get your filthy hands off me." You slapped his hand away. "Woah! Y/N Potter is angry!" He laughed. Malfoy looked at you, and he whispered in your ear, "Slytherin common room. One a.m." You watched as he left.

"Y/N," you turned your attention to Harry. "What did that asshole tell you?" He asked. "Nothing." Harry nodded. You sighed in relief. The chosen one who chose not to pry in further. You secretly thanked him for that. ---

It was one am. Harry was sleeping. You digged through his trunk and found his invisibility cloak. You threw it over yourself and grabbed your wand.

You quickly yet quietly ran to to Slytherin common room. You took off the cloak and found Malfoy there with his arms crossed. "You're late." He said with a frown. "Sorry." You muttered.He led you in the common room and into his room.

"Y/N, I don't wanna keep our relationship a secret anymore." He blurted out. "I-I'm not sure, Draco." You said.

He tilted his head, "Why? The war is over. No one can stop us." He planted a soft kiss on your lips. "I know." You kissed him back this time. More passionately.

You unbuttoned his white shirt. "You sure you wanna do this?" He asked. "Yes." You replied. He picked you up and placed you on the bed. He kissed down your neck, leaving marks. He started to strip off his own clothes as well, unbuttoning his shirt and kicking off his shoes.

He was on top of you again, his kisses hungry and rough, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as he let out a low growl.He removed your pants and rubbed his cock against your thigh.

He picked down your neck, kissing and sucking hard enough to leave hickies.

Draco looked up at you, his eyes dark, pupils blown wide. You gasped when you felt his fingers on your clit. He rubbed in small circles and you moaned and bucked your hips. He slowly pushed a finger inside, making you whine as you tried to move against it, needing more.

He added another finger, his thrusts slow but deep and curling inside to rub your g-spot.

You came hard, your legs shook as you let out a loud moan. You panted as he removed his fingers. Draco flipped you onto your stomach. He rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance, pushing it in just a little. You gasped and your walls squeezed around him, trying to push him further. He pulled out before pushing back in. He gripped your hips as he moved in faster. You gasped and mewled, biting down your lip as your body shook. He felt so big and you couldn't believe how good it felt. Draco continued to thrust into you, his hips moving faster, moving deeper inside you.

"Cum in me!" You said with a low moan. He snarled and slammed into you hard, making you cry out in pleasure. You gripped the sheets, whining as his cock rubbed against your g-spot. You were getting closer and closer every second.He pulled out and flipped you over again, slamming back into you harder. You cried out, arching your back as he continued to thrust in and out of you. He pulled out. "Suck." He said. You opened your mouth and he shoved his cock in. You moaned around him as he fucked your face, pushing his cock deep in before pulling out to let you breathe. You sucked him like a popsicle, swirling your tongue around the tip, lapping up the precum as you looked up at him. He grabbed you by the back of your head and shoved himself back down your throat. You moaned around him, taking him as far as you could go. "You're so good at this." He grunted. You blushed and he chuckled. He removed himself from your mouth and pinned your hands above your head, pinning them down with one hand while the other held your chin. He rubbed the head of his cock at your entrance again and pushed back inside you. He fucked you hard, making you feel like jelly, his cock slamming against every nerve.He kissed you again, his lips hungry and rough. You moaned against his mouth as your walls clenched around him. You came.

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The next day, you two entered the great hall hand-in-hand. "Y/N, what the hell?!" You heard your brother say angrily.

I am so fucking tired.

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sinfulslytherin · 11 months

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A Quiet Night

Summary: The Students of Hogwarts have to spend the night in the great hall. You sleep between Draco and your boyfriend, who seems to be more busy with Daphne. And Draco seems to be more interested in you...

Trigger warning: mature content, sexual content, degrading, public sexual activities

Graham,Blaise,Pansy,Daphne,Adrian, Draco and I stand infront of 7 sleeping.

Pansy and Blaise obviously sleep next to each other since they are in a relationship. Daphne instantly jumps onto the sleeping bag on the other side of Pansy in order to sleep next to her. The two if them seem to be reqlly good friends now.

Graham obviously wants to sleep next to Daphne.

Since Adrian sleeps in the sleeping bag next to Blaise, my only option is to sleep between Graham and Draco.

Graham doesn't seem to bother that blondie will sleep only a few inches away from me. Probably because he is busy with Daphne.

We lay down and the lights get dimmer and dimmer until the room is full of darkness. The only weak light that we get is the moon light that shines through the huge windows of the great hall.

I can hear Graham and Daphne chat for a long time. They talk about Quidditch,classes and even past relationships.

At least he didn't talk about me.

I already know that I won't be able to sleep.

It gets completly quiet after some time and I feel like everyone is asleep.

I can't hear Daphnes annoying voice anymore. I can't hear anyones voice. It seems peaceful.

I suddenly feel Graham lean over to me.

I take back the 'peaceful' part.

"I need you...please..." He whispers in my ear as he starts to leave light kisses on my neck. The kisses feel like small needles that poke into my skin.

I know he's probably horny because he is next to Daphne.

"But-" I try to talk my way out but it's no use.

"Amara, now. Please." He begs.

I don't know why but I follow his plead.

Probably because I hope that I'll be able to eat properly tomorrow.

My hand wanders down between his legs.

My hand squeezes his already hard member and I can feel him twitch in my hand.

I turn off my thoughts and just concentrate on the movement of my hand.

I don't even have to pray for a quick finish as I can feel him already being close.

He pushes my hand away and I see that he uses some napkins to prevent a mess.

Well. That was fast.

Graham was never the best in bed. He looks out for himself and doesn't bother to help the other one finish.

"Thank you, Da-

Amara." Graham mumbles already half asleep as he gives me a half hearted kiss on my forehead.

I internally scoff.

He seriously just wanted to call me Daphne.

I know who you pretend I am, Graham.

I hear snoring next to me and know that Graham is definitly asleep now.

I chuckle bitterly and ignore the few small tears that build up in my eyes. I know he doesn't love me but it's hard to unlove someone when they gave you your first time...even when it sucked.

He saw me in such a vunerable state.

It's hard to realize that I won't experience something real with someone else because Graham has my hands tied. He's my future.

I probably would've declined but he could have at least asked if I want to...too.

"Didn't even try to return the favor. Asshole." I quietyly curse under my breath.

I decide that I should try to sleep as well.

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It's hard for me to fall asleep and the only thing that I get is a weird state of being half asleep and half awake. I start to feel hot after one hour of trying to sleep so I jump out of the sleeping bag and ly myself on it just like Draco and Graham did.

I feel myself getting more tired again and hope that I finally fall asleep.

Unfortunately, it's only a microsleep that washes over me.

I feel myself snuggle into someone or something as soon as I seem to regain my senses. I lay on my side and my hands lightly hold onto some fabric,

I think.

A smell of mint and cologne hits my noise as I snuggle even further into the unknown thing. I feel a hand on my head which strokes my hair lightly.

A light smile spreads across my lips.

I'd say that this feels like home.

But unlike home,

This feeling actually makes me feel safe.

I stay like this for a few more minutes before I feel the urge to switch position.

I always sleep on my side, so I just turn around in my half asleep state and make sure that I still feel the presence of the unknown someone against my back in order to get comfort.

I feel myself falling deeper and deeper into a feeling of consolation, forgetting the war inside my head. I start to shift further backwards.

I suddenly hear a low groan as I do so.

I don't think much of it and try to find a comfortable sleeping position as I move my hips.

My movement stops as I feel a hand grab my hip in order to prevent me from moving.

"What exactly do you think you're doing, Caddel?"

My breath hitches and I feel the tiredness leave my body.

I was just snuggling into Draco Malfoy.

I was just rubbing my ass against

Draco

Malfoy.

I try to push myself away from him as I accidentally touch his clothed dick with my hand.

He groans again.

"Don't touch my dick unless you plan on doing something with it."

I gasp as I remove my hand in a swift movement and freeze on the spot.

"Seems like your body is frustrated, huh?" Draco asks as he whispers in my ear.

"What do you mean?" I ask while I try to sound not too nervous.

"You know what I mean. Do you seriously think I didn't hear everything?"

Draco asks.

I feel my cheeks burn up as I realize that Malfoy must have witnessed the whole situation with Graham.

Not only the handjob I gave him,

but also my cursing about him not making me cum.

My last three working braincells decide to ignore him and move back over to my sleeping bag.

My body moves over in a swift motion and my back still faces Draco.

I shut my eyes tightly and hope that he'll just go back to sleep.

But my hopes are shattered as I suddenly feel two hands grab my hips and pull me backwards.

My butt comes in contact with Dracos crotch and my eyes widen as I feel something hard against me.

My breath hitches.

"Are you trying to ignore me again?" He asks in a teasing voice as he pushes his hard member harder into my backside.

I feel myself falling into arousal as I start to rub my thighs together.

"Let me give you what he can't." Is the last thing he whispers before his hand slowly start to travel to my pants.

His lips touch my the skin behind my ear and he starts to lightly kiss it before he sucks on the skin. I can feel his hard member pressing against my butt as he does so. It gets harder to breath and I have to hold back moans.

I nervously look around as I panic that someone might see us.

Before entering my pants he asks if I want him to touch me.

I nod.

"Words. I need a verbal consent, Sweet girl." He says as his finger play with the waistband of my pyajama pants.

"Yes,please." I lightly moan.

I feel his hand wander between my thighs in a painful slow pace. I whine and start to squirm under his touch.

"Be patient."

His fingers lightly brush over my soaked panties and a chuckle escapes his lips.

"Already that wet for me?"

He slides my panties aside and his middle finger enters me. A moan escapes my lips.

"You gotta be quiet, little girl. What do you think would happen if Graham saw you like that?" Draco asks with a mocking tone.

He adds another finger, curves them and strokes my walls. I feel myself tighten around his long fingers.

He starts to thrust his fingers in and out

-hitting my spot everytime.

"You like that, don't you? Me touching you." Draco whispers in my ear as my eyes shut tightly, scared that a loud moan might escape my lips.

"Imagine what my cock could do." Draco says as he thrusts his fingers at an even faster pace.

Suddenly Graham starts to squirm in his sleep. I freeze and try to move away from Draco but he holds me in place.

His fingers are still moving inside me but in a slower pace.

"Scared that Graham might find out what a slut you are for me? How you melt under my touch?" Draco whispers.

"You are going to take it until you cum all over my fingers. I don't care if he wakes up." He says before moving his fingers hit my spot again.

A quiet whimper slips from my lips.

I look over to Graham to see him still fully asleep.

"Keep your eyes on me."

My eyes wander back to his.

"Good girl." He growls in my ear and sends butterflies to my stomach

...and pussy.

I clench around his fingers as I feel my orgasm approaching.

My breath hitches.

"I-Im gonna cum Draco..." i moan a bit louder as it gets harder and harder for me to keep quiet.

Dracos other hand finds my mouth and enters his fingers for me to suck on.

"That'll be my cock next time."

My eyes roll back as I suck on his fingers imagining how Dracos cock would taste like.

My orgasm rolls over me as I bite down on his fingers in order to reduce the urge of letting out a final loud moan.

Or so I thought it would be my final...

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The Prince and Princess of Slytherin

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Your life was planned from the beginning. And maybe, it wasn't so horrible.

Your family had a great relationship with the Malfoys.

Your parents being among the pure-blood families, with a rich history of great Wizards and Witches, it was natural that your parents and the Malfoys were to unite.

Your marriage to their son was destined from the moment you were born.

It was seen as a sign that the Malfoys had a son while your mother had you.

Naturally, as a young girl, you hated the idea of marriage, especially to someone your parents chose and Draco was much the same.

During the first and second years, you two hated one another and avoided each other at all costs.

Of course, you would be put to Slytherin along with him.

However, during the end of the third year, you and Draco became friends. It was something completely unexpected.

And as the fourth year, Triwizard Tournament and Yule Ball approached, you two were in a relationship. Although unspoken, it was a relationship.

And it all blossomed during the Ball.

You were rather surprised when he asked you to the Ball. You were even more surprised when you said yes.

You took your time to find the perfect dress, and to your absolute shock, you had the best time of your life. You danced and laughed so much with Draco.

And after he walked you back to the stairs that lead to your room, he kissed you.

A sweet, innocent first kiss.

After that, no one was able to separate the two of you.

You loved him, and he loved you.

You were often referred to as the old married couple.

But more so, the Prince and Princess of Slytherin.

That stuck with you as you often called Draco your Prince.

You were often blinded by your love towards him, you often failed to notice his flaws. Even if someone was to shout them into your face, you would still not realize. You ignored them because you loved him.

But deep down, you knew it was true. You knew what they were saying was true, but you didn't care. They didn't see beyond, they didn't know how he was when it was only you two.

They didn't know the real Draco.

You did.

Of course, your families were delighted with the fact that you two were in love. It meant you two wouldn't fight them on the marriage. So they saw it as a win.

But the real winners were you and Draco.

You would always sit next to him.

One instance, was on the train, heading to Hogwarts for another year, you sat right next to him, his hand in yours as you two got some sweets.

Or rather, Draco got you some.

As you happily munched on some chocolates, while looking out the window of the train. Suddenly, you felt a kiss on your shoulder, as you turned back you saw Draco smiling at you.

You placed a quick kiss on his lips before turning back to your sightseeing.

Yes, those were the times you enjoyed the most.

But soon, things started to change, you felt it in the air, and your parents told you as well.

The Dark Lord was back.

And Draco had a task.

A task you helped him with.

How could you expect the love of your life to go through with something like that all alone? Of course, you helped.

You watched him suffer and you were in just as much pain. Seeing him struggle, knowing you couldn't help was the worst.

However, when all hell broke loose, all you could focus on was finding him.

And you did, or rather, he found you. When Voldemort called his army back and let you 'bury your dead'.

He was devastated to see the injury on your arm, as you were helped by a teacher.

Thankfully you weren't injured anywhere else.

"My Love!"

"Draco, I'm happy to see you alive."

"What happened?"

"A Death Eater..." you whispered.

"They weren't supposed to attack you. They know you are with me."

And they did. Yet, they didn't care. And so, Draco was quick to realize that they played dirty.

Then Voldemort walked in, Hagrid carried Harry. Narcissa begged Draco to go to her.

Draco turned to you as you lifted your hand to hold his and you both walked over.

You felt like a coward, a traitor. But you were afraid and you didn't want to die.

As Voldemort touched Draco you nearly vomited. Then, he turned to you and did the same.

Narcissa grabbed in one hand Draco, in her other you, and walked away.

You heard the battle behind you start and you felt guilty.

But you didn't want to die.

Back at the Malfoy manor, Narcissa explained what happened to your parents. They were gone. And somehow, deep down you knew that the moment you didn't see them when the Dark Lord arrived.

Which meant you were all alone now.

You locked yourself into a room.

Grieving your loss and regretting your decision of leaving for many many days.

But you never regretted staying with Draco through it all.

A knock came from your door and you turned to see Draco there. Much like you, he also couldn't sleep. Not alone at least.

He joined you by the window as he too, looked out.

With his father in Azkaban, his mother slowly crumbling, all he had left was you.

"I remember when my mother told me that I am supposed to marry you. I was angry. Wondering how could they decide to make me do this. Marry a boy I don't even know... I fell in love with you not long after, watching you at school I always knew the bully was only insecure." you stayed quiet for a couple moments. "You have beautiful eyes Draco." He leaned in, putting his head into your neck as if he was hiding. Your arms moved around him, holding him.

He was so glad to have you there with him every step of the way.

And even now, you were there. Mourning the losses, while holding him close.

He didn't need anything else.

A year after the war, you married Draco. It was a small wedding at the Malfoy Manor.

You felt like it was the first time in years that you managed to smile full-heartedly.

How amazing he looked in his tuxedo, and just how breathtaking you looked in your gorgeous dress.

You missed your parents from the ceremony, but you also knew that they were watching you, happy for their daughter.

When Draco started working for the Ministry, you found a job as well.

You would say you lived simple lives. Narcissa was a lot better as well which was a delight.

Then, five years later, you got pregnant.

A completely unplanned baby, but you were extremely happy.

Draco arrived home from work as all three of you sat down to eat dinner. All day, Narcissa could tell you had something up your sleeve, but she didn't ask.

"I have something to share with both of you." you announced as dinner was ending. "I went to the doctor's today and she confirmed, I'm pregnant."

Complete silence filled the room as if both were waiting for an 'only joking' from you but it never came.

In the end, Narcissa was first to speak.

"Congratulations, Darling!" she said as she hugged you and soon Draco followed her.

Everyone was truly happy.

Draco was extremely affectionate during your pregnancy. It was as if he was still the young teen who kissed you so many times on the train or in school.

You missed this side of him.

He would often run his hands over your belly, feeling your child growing under your heart.

Every night, as he hugged you close, both arms securely around you, you reminded yourself of the great times you had with him and the more amazing memories you will create together.

You felt so silly now, you wished to go back and tell your younger self that everything will be okay.

You wish to go back and tell yourself, the little girl crying in her room because her parents decided she was to marry a Malfoy, you wished to tell her that it will be the best decision. That Draco Malfoy will turn out to be your life, heart and soul.

You wished to tell yourself that soon, you will have a child of your own, and you wouldn't have this baby with anyone else but Draco.

Your little boy was born on July 5th. A month after his father's birthday. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was the little twinkle in your eye. The little boy stole your heart away the moment he opened his beautiful blue eyes.

"He looks just like you, Draco. I spent all this time giving birth and he dares to look like you... so unfair." Clearly, the boy looked like an exact copy of his father. The blond hair, the eyes, little boy couldn't even deny he was a Malfoy.

"Maybe he will behave like you."

"I doubt it, the Malfoy gene is a lot stronger than mine." you smiled as he took the boy from your arms and looked at him.

You watched your husband place a kiss on his forehead.

"I still think we should have picked a different name." you said as Draco sat down in the chair next to you. "We basically set him up to be a villain." you laughed, obviously joking.

"If he is anything like you, he surely be." your husband joked and it made you gasp in shock. "I mean... everyone was afraid of you. The Princess of Slytherin."

"I-I-You! Draco!"

"It's true! I was running around being a brat while you so elegantly put fear into everyone's heart."

"Can't argue with that." you smiled as you leaned back, ready to take a nap. "I already know what his first words are going to be." you said as you closed your eyes. Draco looked at you.

"What?"

You let out a yawn. "My father will hear about this." you said trying your best to imitate his voice as you finally drifted off to sleep.

Draco sat there, his boy in his hands, shocked. He looked down at the little boy, looking up at him, eyes filled with wonder.

"Your first word has to be 'mommy' or else I will never live it down." he kissed him on the forehead. "But you can tell me anything you want, I will be a good father, I will try my best at least."

The little boy also yawned before closing his eyes. Draco leaned back in his chair, watching his son and wife sleeping.

He too wished to go back and tell all about this to his younger self. Tell himself just how amazing his life is going to turn out.

Maybe having your life planned out wasn't such a bad thing. After all, even if it is planned, it can turn out to be exactly what you want.

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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Hi can you do a Draco smut where the reader is lactating or some thing like it

Relax

Pairing: husband Draco x fem reader

Summary: being a mom is great if you don't count the feeding and other things but Draco is amazing at making you comfortable when you do finally get the chance

Word count:1,034

Warning: fingering, dirty talk, Draco sucking your breast, reader is a mother, mentions of stretch marks, and of course lactating

A/n: sorry took me a day or two 🥺 hope you like it though @honeysavanna-blog

You loved being a mother, your son was your absolute pride and joy besides all the late nights and such. He was a blessing but one thing you weren't too fond of was the small spots on your shirts. You had to change them frequently because of the milk that spotted your clothing, to say you were frustrated was an understatement. On top of that you felt like you were carrying weights with how full your breasts were. Your bra was long gone nowadays as you played with your son.

Draco and you finally were able to be alone as Scorpius was passed out in his crib but you were finding it very stressful, instead of relaxing. You were leaning against the backboard of your bed, Draco lying peacefully on your thighs. Your sigh in discomfort made him look up at you. "What's bothering you my love?" he says, turning towards you. "There just…so full" you huff, justering to your leaking Breast and he nods looking towards them with a hum. "Draco!" You say, noticing that lustful look in his eyes.

"I didn't say anything!" He defends looking up at you with a smirk, you shake your head in disapproval. "Can I drink it?" he says nonchalantly. "what!?" You can't believe he'd ask such a question but then again this is Draco. "Oh come on, you're uncomfortable and I just want you to relax" he says sitting up so he can kiss at your neck and your eyes shut lazily as his hand goes towards your chest under your loose fitting t-shirt, tweaking at your nipple till it drips onto his fingers. He pulls away to suck the liquid from them and your eyes come open as he releases the digits with a pop.

You don't think you've seen anything as sexy as him right now with his eyes fluttering open and a pleased look on his face. "Can I?" he says desperately and you sigh once again before nodding nevertheless. He moves eagerly and quickly as he tugs the top over your head, your heavy Breast bouncing at the motion. He pulls back admiring you and every little stretch mark on your skin from your son. "Beautiful" he says to himself, before he's moving you to lay back on your shared bed that's adored with the green satin sheets he got.

He starts up at your lips kissing you passionately with need, his teeth biting at your bottom lip causing a faint whine to leave you before he's attacking your jaw with slow pecks towards your neck. He adds new decorations to the skin in purple as his head lowers not leaving any skin untouched on the way but he doesn't go straight for your chest instead he grabs your leggings and pulls them away till your laying in your black panties that are also pulled away. he sneaks his fingers into your wet center, working them in at a teasing pace touching your spot with every thrust in.

Your back arches as you let out a quiet moan still being cautious of your sleeping child. "There we go, let go for me. Isn't that better darling?" he says watching you fall apart. His overly calm demeanor seems to only heighten your pleasure as he watches you. "Uh huh" you respond not able to form a sentence and he lets out a chuckle at this. Your husband was a tease and you loved it when he seemed in control of your every move. He just might quite literally be Dominance if the word were a person. you're brought back from your thoughts as lips attach to your nipple sucking and flickering the bud.

you let out a slight gasp feeling his plump pink lips wrapped around you. Your hand finds his blonde hair in no time, gripping tightly and he rewards the slight sting by biting your sensitive skin and smirking against you when you hiss. Your breast feels lighter as he drinks you up, dripping the milk from his mouth onto your chest all while his fingers stroke your sweet spot; the loud wet sound from your pussy seems to cause you to only soak his fingers more. He pulls back eyes a bit hazy as they look at you.

"You taste sweeter than I thought, might mix this with my coffee instead" he says and your cheeks flush more at the compliment. "aww you're still so shy even like this with my fingers deep in you" he teased, noticing the extra pigment. "Drac–" "ah, ah, ah, I know" he says cutting you off and if you weren't so far gone you would have been slightly irritated because your husband also had the habit of knowing everything and not letting you finish speaking but you knew he was only doing it now to take advantage of your situation as he attached his mouth onto the other breast sucking gently.

You felt lazy and high in the clouds at all the attention, like you were soaking in a bath with a sense of comfort and desperation. Your toes begin to curl and your eyes feel heavy. "i-i- Draco" you called and he pulled back a love drunk smile on his face as he kissed your neck. "Go ahead love, you deserve it. Cum for me" he says in your ear and that seems to be the final push off your cliff of your building pleasure an let yourself fall as he continues to finger fuck you through your release.

When you finally come back you're far too tired to move but Draco stands going to get a towel and your nightgown. He spreads your legs rubbing the cloth gently across your sensitive areas, he grabs his wand and cleans the bed with a flick of his wand before he's sitting you up, kissing your forehead as he pulls your gown onto you then laying you back in bed, covering you up. "Sleep my love, you work like you run a nation. I can watch our little wizard" he says, making sure the blanket is pulled to your neck giving you one more kiss before you fall asleep peacefully knowing he's taking care of everything.

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fallingforfictionalcharacterss · 9 months

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heyy! how are you? Could you write a story in which reader and there close friends get into a serious argument which ruins there relationship and there close friend reveals that reader has a crush on Draco and reader somehow runs into Draco and then cries into his arms as he comforts her. This happened to me (the first part not the second part, my crush sided with my friend) and I feel like it'd help me cope xx make any changes as suitable!

Sorry if this is too long to read and if you have a similar request then ignore this xx

Love your writing btw xx

First of all I want to say that I am really sorry that this happened to you and I hope that by now everything turned out somewhat good again. Much, much love and strength to you and I really hope I got everything right and that you will like this fic!

I really suck at making up fights out of nowhere, so this kinda felt like I forced it to escalate but I hope that it all still makes sense and you enjoy reading (even though I´ve done some characters really dirty in this fic).

False friends and true love

You stared into the fire crackling inside the fireplace of your common room. You felt your eyes getting heavy as you watched the flames dancing, and the chattering of your friends lulled you in. You sighed comfortably as you snuggled up even more into the cosy blanket covering you, your eyes lazily drifting from the fireplace to your friends who had spread on the couches and armchairs next to you, talking about the latest Quidditch matches, homework and the upcoming exams.

You barely even noticed how you became dizzier and dizzier, slowly drifting off into sleep, until suddenly, your head fell to the side, hitting something hard, making you jolt up again, looking around in confusion.

“Easy there, (Y/n).”, you heard a voice chuckling next to you.

You turned your head and blinked at Draco in confusion, who grinned at you with a smug look on his face.

“Sorry, almost fell asleep.”, you mumbled, your face heating up immediately as you realized that your head had fallen, out of all the possibilities, on Draco´s shoulder.

“Nothing to be sorry about.”, your friend answered, the smile on his face only growing wider. “I´m glad to serve as your pillow. Even though I consider myself quite disappointed that apparently, our company isn´t entertaining enough to keep you awake.”

His snarky remark made you return his smile immediately.

“If you want to put it this way. But you could also argue that it is so soothing that I even feel safe enough to fall asleep.”

“I think I like this version much better, love.”, Draco chuckled.

“But regardless of your comforting company, I think I still prefer my own bed. So have a good night.”

You wanted to stand up, but Draco held you back.

“Are you sure you already want to leave, (Y/n)? You know, I wouldn’t mind functioning as your sleeping place once more.”

You let out a small laugh.

“I bet you don´t. But I feel like my neck wouldn’t benefit from this.”

“Well, if you should change your mind, you know where to find me.”, Draco winked, making the blush return to your face.

“Whatever.”, you huffed, quickly turning away from your friend, hoping he wouldn’t notice your flustered state. “Goodnight y´all.”

“I´ll join you.”, Pansy stated and quickly got up as well. But the mischievous look in her eyes already told you that she wasn’t doing so because she was tired.

And you were right. As soon as the door of the dorm you shared with your friend closed behind you, Pansy crossed her arms in front of her chest and stared at you with narrowed eyes.

At first, you seriously considered ignoring your friend, but soon enough you realized that this strategy wouldn’t get you anywhere. You knew Pansy was rather determined and once she had something on her mind, she wouldn’t rest until she had gotten what she wanted.

You sighed as you let yourself fall onto the bed, looking at Pansy, while tilting your head.

“Alright, what is it?”

You already had a faint suspicion, still, you weren’t willing to give in that easily.

“Are you for real? Isn´t it obvious?”

“Obviously not, so would you care to enlighten me?”

Pansy walked up to you and dropped onto your bed right next to you. With the slyest grin, she looked at you.

“Draco and you?”

“Draco and me what?”, you asked, trying to act the innocent, even though you knew you failed spectacularly.

“Merlin, (Y/n). You could have cut the tension with a knife back in there. For a second, I thought that boy would just take you to his dorm immediately.”

“Pansy!”, you snapped, slapping her arm, but your friend just laughed.

“Tell me I´m wrong and tell me you wouldn’t have gladly joined him.”

“Obviously I wouldn’t.”, you said, but it was a lie and Pansy knew it just as well as you.

You had had a crush on Draco ever since you could remember and ever since you could remember, Pansy teased you about it. At first, you had really tried to deny your feelings for Draco, not only in front of Pansy but also yourself, but there was absolutely no point in lying. Neither to yourself nor to your friend. Pansy knew you like the back of her hand and to her, you were like an open book. She had often encouraged you to try and talk to Draco, assuring you that she was rather sure that he shared the feelings you held for him as well, but until now you had never dared to do so. Still, Pansy had never given up. And neither did she now.

“You could have just stayed and cuddled with him. He even told you he wouldn’t have minded. And you can´t tell me that there´s a single guy out there who would let you do so unless he is all over you.”

“Or unless he´s a good friend.”

“Oh yeah, because you cuddle with Blaise all the time. Or Crabbe. Or Goyle.”

“That´s different. They just ain´t that much into it.”

“But Draco is?”

“Well, obviously.”

“But only with you.”

“That´s not true.”

“So have you ever seen him cuddle with someone else?”

You hesitated for a moment. Because even though you hated to admit – Pansy was somehow right. You really had never seen Draco comfortable with anyone else being near him in that way before. Actually, most of the time, when other people came close to him, he backed up immediately, pulling a face in disgust. But when it was you, he only pulled you closer, from time to time -when no one else was around- actively looking for your closeness, acting so much more relaxed and loosened up, when he held you in his arms. Your relationship was for sure different from the friendships the two of you held with others, but that didn’t mean that there were any romantic feelings involved from his side, did it?

When you didn’t answer, only staring into the void with a faint smile on your lips, Pansy grinned superiorly.

“That´s what I thought.”

“That doesn’t mean anything.”, you brushed her off, hiding your face in your hands.

“Well, if it doesn’t mean anything, you surely won´t mind if I get Draco here so the two of you can continue where you left off.”

You gasped as you looked at your friend, still grinning at you.

“Don’t you dare, Pansy!”

“I´m just saying. I don’t mind sleeping in the common room tonight. And I could send Draco up here and tell him that…”

“You won´t tell him, Pansy. None of this, alright? Never! You have to promise.”

Pansy just rolled her eyes.

“Obviously I won´t. What kind of friend would I be if I couldn’t keep a secret?”

And with that, she definitely had a point.

You slammed your book shut and groaned as you leaned back in your chair. The bushy-haired girl on the opposite side of the table did so as well, only that she was closing the book so carefully that you could have suspected it was a rare and precious relic and not only an old schoolbook.

“This wasn´t that bad after all, was it? We´re already halfway through.”, she spoke up.

You gasped in disbelief.

“Only halfway? I thought we were close to the end. We´ve been sitting on this for hours. I feel like my head is going to explode.”

“Well, you asked me for help because you wanted to do it right. So we will do it right.”

“Whatever.”, you huffed.

“Tomorrow at the same time then?”

“Tomorrow already? Can´t we take a break?”

“The longer we wait the longer it will take us to finish that. So we better be quick. I also got other things to do.”

“Alright then, see you tomorrow.”

You grabbed your books and threw them into your bag carelessly, making the girl in front of you frown.

You were already halfway out of the library when you turned around once more.

“And Granger?”

The girl with the red and golden tie around her neck glanced at you distrustfully. You forced your lips upwards into a small smile, even though you were quite sure it looked rather wry.

“Thanks for your help. I…” You bit your lip, trying to make the words not sound like the worst insult. “I really appreciate that.”

Carefully, the Gryffindor returned your smile.

“You´re welcome.”, she said, before turning to the books in front of her again, closing the one you had just used for your Ancient Runes essay and replacing them with the ones you used for History of Magic.

You shook your head in disbelief as you made your way to your common room. Your eyes already felt heavy and your mind groggy after the hours of work you had put into your one essay. How Granger could now continue to work on yet another one was just incomprehensible to you.

When you had finally reached the door to your common room, every thought about the Gryffindor was however replaced with the ones of a cosy spot in front of the fireplace and the much more pleasant company of your friends who would talk about much more interesting things than why the unicorn presented the number one, the graphorn however presented the number two in the language of the runes.

With a faint smile on your lips, you entered the room, heading for your usual seats. You already spotted your friends sitting there, engaged in a conversation.

You let yourself fall onto the expensive material of the armchair with a heavy sigh, stretching your stiff limbs.

“Sorry it took me so long.”, you stated. “I was sitting on that damn essay until just now. And we haven’t even finished it. Can you imagine this? Hours of work and no results yet. Merlin, this Gryffindor know-it-all all really had me on my toes. But at least it wasn’t as bad as I imagined it. I just hope that in the end all of the work will pay off. I really can´t afford yet another bad grade.”

You placed your feet on the coffee table in front of you and looked at Pansy and Blaise, who were sitting on the couch next to you, expectantly. But instead of some understanding words, you were only met with icy silence. Pansy didn’t even look at you, while Blaise´s glance shifted between you and your friend.

“What? Are you lost for words?”, you chuckled, raising an eyebrow in amusement.

“That´s one way to put it.”, Pansy muttered under her breath, her eyes shooting daggers into your direction.

You narrowed your eyes in confusion as you returned her look. Pansy was a master at daunting other people and making them feel like they had just committed a war crime just by looking at them, but normally, she reserved those glares for the people of other houses, especially the Gryffindors. And if she looked at one of her best friends like you had just drowned some kittens, you must have screwed up something really bad. But for the love of Salazar, you couldn’t figure out what it was. Your gaze shifted to Blaise, silently seeking for help, but the boy just pursed his lips and looked away.

You sighed and sat up straight, returning Pansy´s glare without blinking once.

“Alright, tell me, what is it then?”

Your friend raised an eyebrow mockingly, but there was no actual amusement in her voice as she said: “Really, (Y/n)? You can´t think of anything? You must be down even worse than we thought.”

“Down for what? What are you talking about? Is something wrong?”

“Certainly.”

“For Merlin´s sake, Pansy! Just quit your games and tell me already!”

“Why should I? If you don’t get it yourself, I´m afraid we can´t help you anymore.”

You groaned in resignation. You wouldn’t be able to get out of her what you wanted to know like this. Pansy had closed up completely and it looked like she wouldn’t open up that easy again. And you knew for sure that trying to get something out of Blaise was impossible in almost every state. Yet you took a deep breath and forced yourself to smile sweetly at Pansy.

“Alright, I see where this is going. So what does my best friend in the whole wide world wants me to do for her so she will finally tell me what I did to upset her today?”

Pansy crossed her arms in front of her chest, still glaring at you.

“Well, I can´t tell you, because by best friend you obviously can´t be referring to me.”

Your face fell.

“What?”

Your roommate smiled at you so calmly as if she hadn’t just given you evil tidings.

“I think you heard me correctly, (Y/l/n).”

Even though the fireplace was still lit up, the fire inside burning brightly, you felt the temperature dropping by a few degrees at her words.

“Quit the show, Pansy. Either tell me what´s wrong now or stop behaving like this, this really isn’t funny.” You heard your voice shaking.

Pansy stood up from her place, walking up to you slowly, before she came to a halt right in front of you, towering over you. To her right and left you could see some people shooting you some curious glances.

“You´re right, (Y/l/n), this really isn’t funny at all. All of those years I shared my room with some filthy bloodtraitor who brought so much shame to the entire house of Slytherin.”

By now, you were absolutely sure that whatever this was about, the situation was certainly serious. Because Pansy knew better than anyone else that this insult wasn’t something to make fun of. Bloodtraitors were the worst witches and wizards to ever exist, in your opinion, willingly abandoning their rights and obligations and betraying the people closest to them, disgracing their entire bloodline. You tensed in your armchair, straightening your back as you glared up at your friend.

“What did you just say?”, you asked, still hoping that you had just misheard what Pansy had said. Your voice was dangerously low because even though it was your best friend standing right in front of you, you couldn’t guarantee that you wouldn’t hex her nastily if she would repeat what she had just said.

But Pansy didn’t seem to be impressed because she looked you dead in the eyes and said: “Do you really want me to repeat that, (Y/l/n)? Isn´t all of that already embarrassing enough for you?”

“Alright, Pansy, tell me who knotted your wand or quit the bullshit and leave me alone.”

The girl let out a humourless laugh.

“I certainly won´t leave. But I will gladly help you pack your things if you want to.”

“Why should I? This is my home just as it is yours.”

“Not anymore. You lost your privilege of calling this place home the second you got involved with that filthy mudblood.”

Now you couldn’t help but laugh yourself.

“Hold on, that´s what this is about? That I work on that essay with a Gryffindor?”

“A Gryffindor, a friend of Potter and a mudblood.”, Pansy spat out.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“So? It´s not the first time we use others to get us some good grades, is it? And if I remember it correctly you even encouraged me to do so, because you couldn’t help me.”

That was true indeed. When you had a good cry on Pansy´s shoulder about how you didn’t know how you would pass the class, she had actually told you that you should just ask the person who was on top of the class for help, since none of your friends had taken the class this year and you were on the edge of a breakdown. And the person who was the best in your class happened to be Hermione Granger. And when you had realized that there was no way of talking her into doing your work for you, you had grudgingly agreed to partner up with her for the class, something neither you nor the Gryffindor had exactly been looking forward to, but your teacher had however been delighted about. And now Pansy actually wanted to blame you for taking her advice?

“I told you to look for someone to do your work, not to become best friends with.”

“What do you think we were doing? We were studying, Pansy. Not braiding each other’s hair.”

“Yes, you were studying. And you talked with her. And smiled at her. And in the end, you even thanked her. Millicent has told me all about it.”, Pansy snapped.

Your gaze fell on the said girl, who was sitting in a chair not far away, her arms crossed in front of her chest, as she looked at you disapprovingly, thrusting her jutting jaw forward.

“So am I supposed to keep a straight face for hours, showing everyone how much I hate studying with that girl and in the end not even thanking her for helping me out, even though I still need her?”, you asked in disbelief.

Pansy just shrugged her shoulders.

“Ain´t that hard, is it?”

“Pansy, you know I need a good grade in that essay or I´ll fail that class.”

“So?”

“So? I need this class. I need those grades. I´m really sorry if you don’t like that, but right now I need to set my priorities and they certainly aren’t keeping you content with me all the time.”

“So you choose your work with a mudblood over your friends? Your family?”

“No, Pansy. I choose a good degree over your personal vendetta.”, you answered, before you stood up, now being face to face with the girl you had always thought had been your friend. “Tell me when you can think straight again, but until then just leave me alone. I really can´t deal with that childish behaviour right now.”

You wanted to pass her, but Pansy stepped in your way.

“You might consider this childish, (Y/l/n), but I´m just loyal to my house. Something that you don’t seem to care about anymore.”

“How dare you call me out like this?”, you responded, raising your voice. “I am just as loyal to this house as everyone else in here. Salazar, you know I wouldn’t be a Slytherin if I wouldn’t be.”

“Seems like even the sorting head can be wrong from time to time.”, Pansy scoffed, looking at you in disgust. Then she stepped to the side, finally paving the way. “And now get out of here, we don’t want to see you in here ever again.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, so you´re talking for everyone now?”, you mocked, convinced that the others wouldn’t share Pansy´s opinion, but as you looked around, your confidence was crushed rather quickly.

The entire common room had witnessed Pansy´s and your conversation and everyone seemed to have a clear opinion about what had happened. But not in the way you had hoped. You could see the disappointment and disgust in the eyes of the people you had shared the biggest part of your life with over the past few years, noticed how they shook their heads in disapproval, crossing their arms in front of their chests as if they wanted to build a barrier between you and the people you had considered your family. Lastly, your gaze settled on Blaise, who was still sitting on one of the couches, his face showing no emotion.

“Oh, c´mon, you all can´t be serious, can you?”, you asked, trying to force yourself to smile, but failed terribly.

“You know the rules, (Y/n).”, Blaise spoke up, his voice sounding almost bored, even though he knew very well that his words would shatter your heart. “No encounters with mudbloods. No encounters with Gryffindors. No encounters with people who threaten our world. And you did all of these things.”

By now you could feel tears pricking in your eyes, but you blinked quickly to prevent them from falling.

“You should really leave now.”, Pansy hissed, the grin on her face making you suspect that she enjoyed this situation way too much. And it broke your heart that she did so.

“Come back when you remember where you belong.”, Blaise added.

“That´s not on you to decide. You can´t just kick me out.”, you rejected.

“Well, it doesn’t look like anyone minds, does it?”, Pansy responded.

And when your gaze flickered through the room once more, you hated the fact that you had to agree with Pansy. Right now, no one seemed to be on your side. You had done nothing wrong, yet they all treated you like a leper.

“But Draco. Draco isn’t here. You can´t decide this without him.”, you started one last weak attempt, not only clutching at straws that Draco would understand your situation and support you, but also knowing that every Slytherin respected the boy and wouldn’t dare to speak up against him.

But while you saw some people looking rather uncertain at the mention of the Malfoy heir, Pansy just giggled maliciously.

“That´s just so sweet, (Y/l/n). You really think Draco is going to save you?” Her voice was dripping from fake petty. “You really think that he isn´t going to be disgusted when he finds out that you encounter the enemy? Out of all the people you think that Draco will understand your friendship with a mudblood who is also Potter´s filthy girlfriend?”

“She isn’t….”, you tried to contradict, but Pansy continued unbothered.

“You really think that he won´t hate you just as much as we all do by now. That he won´t hold your betrayal against you?” She giggled again. “You know, I will almost feel sorry for you when Draco finds out, you know that? It´s really going to break your little heart when he abandons you as well. It´s quite the opposite of what you were hoping for, isn’t it?”

You felt your heart in your mouth. You knew that all of this was just a big misunderstanding. You weren’t quite sure yet whether Pansy intentionally hurt you or if she actually thought that you had betrayed your house the way she had portrayed it, but you knew that even after everything she had said, you still loved her. She was still a part of your family and you just knew that you would be able to forgive her her cruel words one day when she would realize the mistake she had made and would beg you for forgiveness. But if she would actually reveal what you were really feeling for Draco, now that the entire house of Slytherin was listening, you knew that your trust in her would be damaged lastingly.

Your eyes were locked with Pansy´s, silently pleading to not say something that she couldn’t take back, but Pansy´s glare wasn’t affected by it. She returned your gaze without blinking once when she said -loud enough for everyone to hear-: “Merlin, (Y/l/n). You had a crush on this boy ever since the first day and now you´re throwing it all away for some stupid mudblood. That´s really pathetic.”

The room around you started to spin, slowly at first and then faster and faster, when the buzzing in your ears mixed with the whispering and laughter of the people around you. All you wanted to do was to break down right away, run to your dorm, lock the doors and never get out again, but when you saw Pansy grinning at you, apparently enjoying the effect her words had had on the room, you knew that you wouldn’t give her the satisfaction.

And when you spoke up again, you were pleasantly surprised by how calm your voice sounded, when you said: “You know what, Pansy? Even if this was true, it wouldn’t be half as pathetic as throwing away a friendship over some stupid rumours and not even listening to the person you have always called your best friend.” You waited a moment until the echo of your words had vanished in the room that had fallen quiet again, eager to listen to what you had to say, before you took a deep breath and added: “And about your question what kind of friend you would be if you aren’t able to keep a secret; the answer is you ain´t one at all.”

Just for a second, you thought you could see some regret shimmering in Pansy´s eyes, but you didn’t look at her long enough to be sure of it. You just walked past her, ignoring the glances of the people around you, as you tried to prevent your legs from giving in, at least until you would be out of sight for the people that had until this very day had meant the most to you.

But while you were rather proud of yourself for not letting your guard down while you had still been in the common room, the moment the door had closed behind you, the tears had started to fall and until now they hadn’t stopped yet. Ever since you had walked away from the common room almost half an hour ago, you had wandered around the castle aimlessly. It was sheer luck that you hadn’t crossed ways with some other students or -even more likely since it was almost curfew- any of the professors or Filch. You had absolutely no idea where you were going or how you would explain to anyone why you were still out, with puffy eyes and looking like an absolute mess. All you knew was that you certainly wouldn’t go back to your dorm tonight. Maybe if you would go to the Hospital Wing, Madame Pomfrey would allow you to stay the night if you would claim to feel sick or have a bad headache. You knew that Madame Pomfrey wasn’t easy to get fooled but given your pathetic appearance you were quite sure that she wouldn’t ask too many questions. And how you would continue from that point on, you could still think about tomorrow.

For now, there was a much more important question occupying your mind. After the entire common room had heard what Pansy had blurted out about your feelings for Draco, you were absolutely sure, that the latest by tomorrow, the entire school would know. If you were honest, you didn’t actually care about your stupid classmates gossiping about how (Y/n) (Y/l/n) was hopelessly in love with Draco Malfoy, you knew that these kinds of rumours had spread across the castle´s grounds rather often already, but what you did care about was what Draco would think about it if someone would tell him in every small detail - and probably some rather subjective interpretation - about the entire situation and Pansy´s words.

After Pansy had exposed you like this in front of everyone and didn’t even seem to be sorry about it at all, you had already kind of accepted that you had lost your best friend – probably forever- but after everything she had said tonight, you weren´t even as sad about it as you thought you should be. Pansy had made her decision. She had decided to believe some stupid rumours without even questioning them, had decided to let her pride and her prejudices ruin one of the longest and closest relationships both of you had ever had. This was on her. Not on you. But with Draco, it was different.

Not only because you loved the boy in a way so different from everything you had ever felt before, but also because Draco would – the moment he would walk into the common room – be assailed with narratives of all the people he trusted the most and who had already formed an opinion about what had happened. And an opinion about you. And you were rather sure that most of them wouldn’t be exactly well for you.

At the mere thought of what Draco was thinking about you maybe at this very moment, if he had by now already entered the common room and heard all those nasty things about you, you felt the tears welling up in you all over again. Draco would be so disgusted by you. Maybe he would even hate you. But the worst thought about this was that he was probably disappointed in you. You could vividly imagine how the blond boy was sitting in his usual armchair, staring into the fireplace, while Pansy would tell him how you had betrayed them all. How you had betrayed him. And when Pansy would be finished, Draco would look at Blaise, hoping he would contradict, but Blaise would just shrug his shoulders and say something like: “I know, man, we all didn’t expect it. But Millicent saw them in the library. And Montague as well.” And then Draco would shake his head and let out a sigh, wondering how he could have ever been fooled by you like that. And the next time you would see him, his gaze wouldn’t be full of affection but would be cold, maybe even indifferent. And he would walk towards you, but instead of coming to a halt in front of you, he would just walk past you, probably giving you a small nod and say: “(Y/l/n)”. And then he would punish you with his neglect, knowing that this would be the worst thing that he could ever do to you.

Your vision was blurry, and your hands were shaking when you turned around the next corner, still not knowing where to go. But your walk was curbed rather harshly when suddenly, you bumped into someone.

“Easy there, (Y/n).”, you heard a deep voice chuckling.

And it was the same voice you had just played in your head over and over again. Only that now that he was actually standing in front of you, Draco´s voice didn’t sound as cold as you had imagined it but was as warm and affectionate as you were used to it. And when you glanced up at the tall Slytherin through the haze of your tears, you could see him smiling down at you without hesitation. You gulped heavily. Probably, Draco hadn’t met any fellow Slytherins yet who had told him what had happened back in the common room. This was the only explanation for why he kept so calm around you.

“I was already looking for you, love.”, Draco continued. He brushed some strands of hair out of your face, his smile unfazed.

For a moment you felt some irritation welling up in you. Why was he looking for you? Did he already know after all? But if he did, why was he still so gentle around you? But either way; why was he smiling at you while you were obviously upset, with tears still running down your face? Did he already hate you so much that he enjoyed seeing you like this?

But all those thoughts were pushed back because you forced yourself to savour every moment, he would still be nice to you. With all your willpower, you tried to imprint the softness in his eyes and the way his voice sounded when he called you by his favourite nickname for you into your mind, in case it would be the last time.

Draco however didn’t show any intention of pushing you away anytime soon. Instead, he pulled you to one on the windowsills, hidden behind one of the permeable walls of the castle, where you were shielded from curious glances. When the boy took your hand into his bigger one, you followed him without hesitation, until he sat down on the sill and signified you to do the same.

Draco just stared at you, his face showing no emotion, when you sniffled quietly, trying to wipe away the tears, still burning in your eyes. Only when you had finally given up trying to fix the mess the tears had done to your face, the Slytherin finally cleared his throat.

“So, do you want to tell me what happened?”

“You don’t really want to tell me you don’t know yet, do you?”, you responded. You didn’t intend your voice to sound that bitter, but you were just too exhausted to try and hide it.

Draco shrugged his shoulders.

“I heard quite a few things tonight. But I want to hear it from you as well.”

You let out a small laugh.

“Well, you´re the first one.”

You didn’t know why now that you finally had a chance to explain yourself, you got as defiant as you did now. But when you glanced at Draco, he just looked at you, not seeming to hold your words against you and waiting patiently for you to explain yourself. And at that moment you suddenly knew that you just had to take this chance. Obviously, you couldn’t be certain how Draco would think about the entire story, but for some reason, you just knew that the bond between the two of you was way too strong to be destroyed by all the things that had happened today. Draco and you had always sticked together. And that wouldn’t change today.

The moment you came to that realization, the words started to tumble over your lips. With every word you spoke, the pressure that had been put on you was falling off more and more. And Draco listened patiently to everything. From your fear of failing the class, to how you may or may not had been a bit friendlier to Granger than you had been supposed to and finally how everyone was holding exactly that now against you, even -or more precisely especially- Pansy, who had not only broken with you but had also said some things you had told her in confidence. That however was the only point where you left out some details. Even though you strongly suspected that some idiot had already told Draco how you were actually feeling for him, after all the time you had been keeping it from your friend, you just couldn’t bring yourself to say those words out loud in front of him.

When you had come to the end of your report, the tears, that over time had almost dried, came back in full force.

“I just don’t get it.”, you sniffled. “She is – she was my best friend. And now I don’t even know if any of this has ever been real. I mean if it would have been, she wouldn’t have done this to me, would she? Salazar, Pansy hates me so much, Draco. The entire house does now. Everyone does.”

Your voice broke down and you lowered your head when yet some other tears were making their way down your cheeks.

Until now, Draco had quietly sat on the windowsill, looking at you with narrowed eyes the entire time, his eyes not leaving your face for once. But now that you had fallen silent, he quickly stood up, and with one large step, he was standing in front of you, grabbing your hands to make you get up as well, before pulling you into a tight embrace. You buried your face in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you as close as humanly possible.

“I don’t hate you, (Y/n).”, he mumbled into your hair. His voice was low and you could feel the vibration of the words in his chest, making you shiver. “I don’t hate you and I never could. And if the others actually think like that, they´re all idiots. Merlin, forget it. They´re idiots anyway. You´ve done nothing wrong, love. Trust me, this isn’t on you.”

“But why does it feel like it is?”

“Because everyone has told you it is. And now you start to believe it yourself. But I´m here to tell you that you´re not.”

“How can you be so sure of that?”

“I know you, (Y/n). Salazar, you´re one of the best people I´ve ever met. All you did was ask for help.”

“Exactly, I showed weakness. In front of a mudblood.”

“Sometimes you can bend the rules a bit, love. You did it because you had to. There´s nothing wrong with that.”

You couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle and felt yourself relax into Draco´s arms a bit.

“Says you.”, you mumbled.

“Exactly. And if even I can say that, then it has to be true, doesn’t it?”

You were pretty sure that under every different circumstance and with every different person, Draco would have probably given them hell for even talking to someone like Granger at all, let alone working with her. But maybe this was the reason his words calmed you down even more. The Slytherin was willing to go against those values he believed in so strictly just to cheer you up. And it worked better than you would have guessed.

Draco and you stayed in the embrace for a couple more minutes, until even the last tears had dried up and most of the tension had left your body. And even though you now felt just exhausted and would have done anything for him to keep on holding you like this for just a bit longer, you pulled back slightly, until you were able to look Draco in the eyes again. When his eyes met yours, he smiled softly, holding a tenderness in his eyes you had never seen in him before.

“Thank you.”, you said. Your voice sounded slightly raspy.

The smile on Draco´s face only widened.

“There´s nothing to thank me for, love.”

“No, for real, Draco. I… I felt really shitty about all of this but now I feel… like maybe there is a way to work it all out.”

“And if there isn’t one, we´re going to make one.”

You looked at him hopefully.

“We?”

“Of course. We´re in this together, don’t you think?”

“Why?”

“Purely selfish reasons.”, Draco smirked. “I want to see that pretty smile of yours again as soon as possible.”

You couldn’t help your lips twitching up at his words, making Draco grin smugly.

“See, my life would be a lot worse without this.”

You nudged him.

“Oh, just shut up!”

“Why? It´s the truth.”

You let out a small giggle before you grew serious again. Because with all the affection Draco was showing you now, you were reminded of another certain detail, one you would rather forget but you knew that it was probably for the best if you would bring it up before anyone else would.

“Draco?”

“Yes, love?”

“You… you said you heard a few things about what happened back in the common room before you came looking for me.”

Draco nodded, now looking a bit grimmer again, as he remembered all the nasty things he had never imagined anyone could ever think - let alone speak out loud - about you.

“And did you… did they… I mean, have you also heard something about you. About us I mean. Not that there is much to say, but I just… I don’t know… Pansy said a few things earlier and I just want to make sure that this… I just don’t want you to get something wrong about it.”

Draco nodded again, his eyes never leaving yours, as he brushed some strands of hair out of your face, letting his fingertips ghosting over your cheek, making you shiver.

“We don’t have to talk about this now, (Y/n). There´s pretty much been going on tonight and if you´re not ready for this now…”

“No! No, it´s alright. Just… What did you hear?” Even though you were scared of what would happen next, even though you were scared that you might lose the last person who you were still meaning something to by this as well, you knew that none of these things would get any better if you waited any longer or would just ignore it. “If you want to tell me of course.”, you added quickly, as you noticed the indecisiveness in Draco´s eyes.

“Well, a few people came up to me and told me that… Apparently, you told Pansy that…” Draco shook his head and took a deep breath. “No, you know what, it doesn’t matter what she said. What any of them said. This… should be about us.”

You just nodded, your eyes flickering anywhere but meeting Draco´s, until suddenly you felt a hand under your chin, gently forcing you to look up at the blond boy again, who was looking at you intensively.

“(Y/n), do you have a thing for me?”

You gulped heavily at the straightforwardness of his question. There was not much to beat around the bush, so you just nodded. The nod looked a bit rigid, also given to the fact that his hand was still placed at your chin, but it was unmistakably a nod.

Your head was running wild, imagining all the things that could go wrong about this, from Draco feeling betrayed by you, to taking back everything he had said within the last minutes, but none of those things happened. Instead, a small grin appeared on the boy´s face again, spreading more and more with every second passing.

“Then you might want to know that I have a thing for you as well, love.”, he said in a husky voice, sounding as if the confession had almost knocked the air out of his lungs as much as it did to you.

You blinked at the boy in confusion, having to take a moment to let his words sink in.

“You… you also…”, you stammered when you had finally found your voice again.

Draco nodded.

“One could say I am stupidly in love with you, as some of these people have expressed so elegantly. So yes, I also.”

You looked at the Slytherin with widened eyes, feeling a warmth flushing through your entire body, you had never felt before.

“Are you going to let me kiss you now, or what?”, Draco chuckled, when he saw the still perplexed look on your face.

Still too stunned to speak, you just nodded.

And when Draco finally gently pressed his lips on yours, you couldn’t quite remember anymore why you had thought that this day would end so miserably in the first place. All that you could think of at this moment were Draco´s lips on yours and his hand wandering from your chin to your cheek, cupping it, before continuing its way to the back of your head to pull you even closer to him, while his other hand sneaked around your waist, striving the same. He never loosened his grip once, only trying to pull you even closer than before, his touch comforting you, reminding you that you were anything but alone in this world. Because Draco would stay with you, no matter which challenges you would have to meet in the future and with him by your side you were positive that you would master them effortlessly.

Only when your lips were swollen and your lungs burning, you finally pulled back slightly, still his arms stayed where they were, not wanting to lose the feeling of closeness completely.

“We should probably get back soon.”, Draco mumbled. His lips brushed against yours as they moved. “It´s already after curfew and you need to get some sleep. This was a long day.”

Unwillingly, you tensed under his touch as you shook your head.

“I can´t go back there. How am I supposed to sleep in a dorm with her after everything that happened? After everything she said?”

“Well, at least some of it turned out to have a positive outcome after all, didn’t it?”, Draco responded, pecking your lips, but he quickly grew more serious again when he saw you shooting him a deadly glare. He sighed. “Alright, love. Maybe I got a different idea.”

You raised an eyebrow, looking at him questioningly as Draco smirked at you.

“What if I told you,”, he said, as his thumb brushed over your lips tenderly, “that there is a place that will make all your dreams come true and I can promise that Pansy won´t be nowhere in sight?”

You gasped and slapped him against his chest lightly.

“Draco Malfoy, if you´re suggesting I´ll get back with you to your dorm, let me tell you that I certainly won´t…”

“Even though this idea sounds more than tempting”, Draco interrupted you, “that isn’t what I have in mind. I mean a room that will literally shape into everything that you are wishing for. And I´m sure, a cosy bed won´t be an exception. And tomorrow morning, I´ll get you your school supplies and after class, we´ll think about how we´re going to go on, alright?”

You looked at the boy in front of you with narrowed eyes, but at this point, you were actually too exhausted to argue and Draco´s idea actually sounded just way too good to question it. So you just nodded.

Draco grinned at you smugly, as he took a step back, letting go of you, before his hand found yours, intertwining your fingers.

“Follow me then, my love. I promise you won´t be disappointed.”

You returned his smile without hesitation.

“As if you ever could disappoint me.”

“Obviously. As long as we´re together, everything will turn out just fine.”

And when you followed Draco, you just somehow felt that he was right. One way or another, everything would work out. You were sure of that.

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slytherinobsessed · 26 days

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we can't be friends: draco malfoy

| pairing: draco malfoy x reader

| genre: friends to lovers

| warning: angst, minors dni

| word count: 1.9k

| stefy's note: this my first ever fic of draco cause man I DO HAVE A THING FOR VILLANS, so enjoy :)

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Words had always been left unsaid between Draco and you. One night in Fifth Year, he figured if he told you he had a small crush on you, he could get over it. He just didn’t expect you to say you had one back. Or for him to kiss you, and you kiss him back. It made his world crumble before his eyes.

Yet, he made you promise that was a one time thing, and he himself would want to stay friends and act like nothing happened. Which, worked, but he found himself only confiding in you for things.

As usual you were laying on the bed, at your dorm, reading without checkinh the clock. In the same time you were worried about Draco and everything that he has been dealing with lately.

There was a quiet knock at your dorm room door. Your dormmates never knocked. A bit of a pause. A knock again. That was definitely Draco's hand. He was knocking quietly, trying not to startle you. No doubt he wasn't really allowed to be there, but his mind and heart wouldn't allow him to walk away. He needed you, and right now he needed you in a way that he would never admit.

Getting up, closing the block and leaving it aside you. That's when you go to open the door, knowing that it might be Draco.

He was standing there in the dim moonlight, shadows obscuring his face. With his usual, perfect posture, arms crossed, the shadows made him look all the more intimidating. He could sense your presence before he ever saw you, but he was surprised by how soft your footsteps were as you walked down the room. Not a single noise was made that wasn't from his breath or his heartbeat. He looked...different. More vulnerable than usual, almost nervous but still his usual self.

"Is everything ok?" You look at him curiously, worried about what happened. "Did something happen?"

He wasn't expecting you to open the door so quickly in reply. His heart skipped a beat, and his gaze was now glued to you. He was trying his best to keep his voice calm and steady, although he was shaking slightly, and it was pretty clear as to why. When he spoke, he cleared his throat, his tone of voice was as stiff as his body language, his hands in his pockets as usual. "Yes. I just needed to talk to you. May...? May I come in?"

"Sure, come in." You say while moving aside for him to enter the room. Still being confused and worried about what might have happened at this hour.

The door closed behind him, and in the room were now just the two of you. Without taking out his hands from his pockets, he started speaking once more. Again, his voice was as cold and stiff as his demeanor. However, for a small moment, he felt himself relax as he glanced down to the ground. He noticed that you were looking a little tired and a bit confused, but he pushed that aside. "Right...can I sit?"

"Sure." You say, taking a seat next to him ans being prepare to listen to what he has to say.

His heart was beating faster. He could almost feel it. His entire body was trembling now, but he was trying his best to hide his nerves. His breath was quickening, and he wanted to keep his hands steady, but they were shaking. Still...he did not hesitate to take a seat next to you. He then spoke, his voice still as stiff and cold as before, only this time there was a slight...shake. His eyes were fixed on the ground, trying to look anywhere but at you.

That's when you took his face in your hands, making him look at you. "Draco...talk to me...what is it?"

He freezes for a moment. The sound of his breathing suddenly quickened. Your touch was sending shivers down his spine, but he was trying to hide it as much as possible. He swallowed the lump in his throat and glanced up at you. Those familiar blue-grey eyes gazing back at him, the touch of your hands almost calming him. A few moments passed. "Can I ask you something..?"

"Yes" You nod, looking at him and still holding his face in your hands.

He swallows the massive lump in his throat again, his voice shaky and low but his eyes never leaving yours. You had a good heart, he knew that, and he knew that he did trust you. Still...what he was about to ask was completely and utterly irrational. His stomach was in knots from his nerves. You must've known he was nervous, because normally he never was around you. He wanted to say so many things, but all he could manage was a single question. "Can I stay here tonight..?"

"Of course." You smile looking at him. "I'll have to get you a blanket and a pillow or if you don't mind..." You feel your words trail off. "You can stay with me...i mean in my bed."

His heart felt like it was about to explode from its chest. He was trying to stop himself from smirking. He was about to agree to something completely insane. And he was completely and utterly aware of it. Yet when you spoke, the words came crashing down on him. The words that were not even a second ago the last thing he thought you would offer him. "...are you sure...? You don't mind..?"

"If you manage to keep your side of the bed, there shouldn't be any problem." You say giggling a bit, trying to lighten up the mood.

He couldn't help but let out a small laugh. Your joking manner was certainly helping him calm down, even if it was just by a bit. Still, the fact that he was allowed back into your bed made his heart beat faster again. And the thought of you and him being right next to each other all night long. "Trust me, I won't complain. At all."

"Well let's get you to bed." You say as you get up. "Before Spane starts to see that we are past curefew." You say laughing a bit, still trying to lighten up the mood.

He chuckled slightly, his laugh being just a bit more genuine than before. He got up and looked up at you, now his entire face was more...expressive than usual. "Aye, yes...I imagine he would be pretty pissed after a certain hour. I would hate for you to be punished just for me."

"That won't happen." You said smiling and looked at him, taking a deep breath. "And even if it happens we can always use our wands."

He laughed again, although the laughter was now even more sincere. The fact that you weren't afraid to break a few rules was something he had always appreciated about you before. He then smirked, he could do with a little rule-breaking that night if it meant spending time with you. "Right...I forgot. A lot of things can be dealt with a few spells and magic. Especially with our wands. But...we should still be careful about things, right..?"

The two of you were sharing a bed, with a pillow between the two of you, keeping your or him from making any moves. Your back was facing him, as you were dressed in yout casual nightgown. Keeping your eyes closed was the only mechanism from you to try the ignore the closeness you were in.

The two of you were lying there, a thick blanket covering the both of you, while a thin pillow kept you as separate as possible. To be honest, he was trying as hard as possible not to touch you or get close to you in any way whatsoever. He was trying to stay calm, relax, and try not to do something so utterly insane and reckless. Yet your closeness alone was driving him crazy, let alone the fact that you were right next to him. It would take a lot of willpower to keep his hands to himself.

You turn around to talk to him, but all you manage to say is. "Draco..." You whispered, hoping not to wake him up.

He froze in his spot, as still as a statue. His heart had nearly stopped beating as soon as he heard your voice. He knew that you were still awake, as he was still awake as well. He hadn't fallen to sleep or dozed off at all. His eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling. His breath had quickened slightly. He wanted to speak, but the sound of his voice would give away how nervous he was. All he managed was a whisper back. Your name. "Yes..?"

"Why are you here?" You whisper back to him. "And i know it's not because you came here to sleep..." You added coming closer to him, keeping yourself from touching him.

He felt you move closer to him. His entire body was trembling now, and his blood was coursing through his veins. Was he really doing this? Of course, he was doing this, he couldn't back out of this now. Your question could be heard loud and clear. He swallowed again, his voice shaky and weak. "I...I didn't want to be alone tonight...and to be perfectly honest...I felt like I needed...well..."

"What is it?" You asked coming closer to him, touching his face and caressing his cheek lightly.

His breath hitched as you touched his cheek. He was trying so hard not to break his own rule. He was trying so hard not to lean towards you. The warmth of your hand on his face sent shivers down his spine. He swallowed again, his throat still tight. "Tonight...I felt like I needed...you...and only you..."

"I'm here." That's when you forget about all the rules that the two of you had in mind. Moving the pillow from between both of you, you come closer to him.

All caution and self-restraint was thrown out the window as soon as you grabbed the pillow and tossed it out. He could feel his heartbeat getting louder with each step, and it was clear as day that this was the last point of no return. No matter what happened now, it would change things completely. You didn't have any rules in mind anymore. Neither did he. You were just a few centimeters away, close enough where you could kiss him. Too close. His hand reached up to touch your face, gently.

You leaned into his touch closing your eyes and started breathing heavily as the two of you were so close to each other. His entire body was shaking when you leaned into his hand. When you closed your eyes, it was that moment he was waiting for. He reached the other hand under your chin and slowly, but firmly drew you towards him. His eyes never left yours as he made you lean in closer to him. The distance between the two of you was now...millimeters until your lips met.

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incorrectquotesharrypotterv · 8 days

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Pansy: Okay, one more time. You said you asked everyone if they wanted pizza.

Y/n: Yes.

Pansy: And they said no?

Y/n: Also, yes.

Pansy: And then Blaise came down and took a slice of it, to which you-

Y/n: Took my fucking pizza back from that asshole and told him to make his own damn dinner.

Pansy: But when Draco asked for some-

Y/n: (throws her hands in the air)

Y/n: What did you expect me to do, let him fucking STARVE?!

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goldenbuckyyy · 2 years

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ARMS OF A STRANGER

Summary: You don’t believe you can ever go back to being “just friends” with Draco.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader (fwb!!), Slight Cedric Diggory x fem!Reader

Word count: 4.1kish

Warnings: Idiots in love, crying, arguments, yelling, let me know??

A/N: hi!!!! It’s finally done! Well, part 3!! I hope you guys enjoy it. I appreciate all the love I’ve gotten to the last 2 parts. I’m overjoyed, honestly. I’m so happy to see all of you loving this series as much as I love writing it. 🫶🏻 please read the first two parts before this one!! (linked below) Song inspiration for this one “Arms of a stranger” by Niall Horan!

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You look around Cedric’s room, your palms are sweating, and your heart feels as if it might burst in your chest.

Cedric is going around the room, tidying up as he profusely apologizes for the mess, but honestly there is none. He goes to the corner of one side and starts playing a record on his record player.

You try not to snicker when the soft, romantic music starts playing slowly. It’s a song you had never heard before, but it was nice. He was trying to be romantic.

You start biting the skin around your nails in anticipation of what is going to happen. You walk around the room to try and calm your nerves. You let your hands wander on the different little items he has sprawled around.

You take into account that the room has a lot of windows, white curtains covering the night sky, bright lights fill the space, and it makes you feel hot.

But not in a good way. You feel almost uncomfortable. You feel like you don’t belong here.

Almost.

You start feeling itchy underneath your cardigan. The alcohol in your veins is keeping you warm, but making you feel incredibly hot underneath these lights.

You move to the one side of the room that does spark your interest. He has bookshelves that line the entire wall. Different titles, different genres, and still you can’t allow yourself to even pick one up.

You hang your bag on the coat rack next to his Hufflepuff colored scarf and take off your cardigan as well. Your arms feel bare as you turn to look at Cedric.

He’s already looking at you with a small smile on your face. He laughs in embarrassment as he tries to cover his face by looking down.

You smile as you let out a shaky laugh as well. You stand next to Cedric’s bed, your fingertips touch the sheets slightly, and you feel Cedric move towards you.

Your breathing starts to hitch as you feel his cold hands touch your bare arms. You shiver slightly and look up at him from underneath your eyelashes.

He looks nervous. His hands move from your arms and slide down to hold your waist.

“Is this okay?” He whispers as he tilts his head down towards you.

Is it okay? You ask yourself.

You find yourself nodding yes.

“Merlin, I’m so nervous.” Cedric whispers as he starts leaning down, his forehead touches yours, and you lick your lips.

“Why?”

“Because it’s you,” he admits.

You raise an eyebrow in confusion, you start to open your mouth to say something, but then you feel Cedric’s mouth on yours.

He catches your lips in his in a hard and needy kiss. It catches you by surprise, but your eyes flutter shut and you start to reciprocate the kiss.

You taste the alcohol on his tongue, his lips feel awkward on yours, you're not used to these lips, your mind feels cloudy, but you don’t pull away.

Instead you wrap your arms around his neck, both his arms wrap around your waist which pull you as close to him as possible, and the kiss feels hungry now.

“Holy shit,” he moans against your mouth when you grind your hips against his, already feeling the hard dent in his pants, and he grabs your waist tightly.

You bit your bottom lip. Images of Draco fill your mind as you try to shove them away, you pull Cedric back into your space and back to your mouth.

You tug at Cedric’s sweater, he gets what your insinuation, and tugs it off in one swift motion.

You shove him against the bed and you both tumble into it. He grips you to him, without breaking the kiss, you’re now on top of him, and his hands move underneath your shirt.

His hands touch the bare skin underneath your shirt and you try to shut the screaming voice in your head saying “this isn’t right, this isn’t Draco!”

You groan into his mouth because of the thoughts, but Cedric believes it’s a moan and he moans back into your mouth. He pulls away, open mouth, kisses your neck, sucks on it, and you tilt your head back. You look up at the roof of the room into the blinding lights. Your eyes feel dry and your body feels disconnected from your brain.

Is this really happening?

His lips feel weird on your body.

You’re just not used to this, you tell yourself.

You tell yourself you're overthinking it and that you want this. You really want this.

You run your hands through Cedric’s hair and he tugs off your shirt revealing your chest, your panting as you look down at your bra covered breasts, and Cedric hums in content. He’s about to unhook your bra when you both jump at the sudden banging on his door.

You gasp at the loud pounding, Cedric mutters a few curse words, and you almost pass out when you hear Draco’s voice yelling your name from outside the door.

No fucking way.

Cedric gives you a bewildered look as he rushes off the bed, you look around quickly for your shirt to cover yourself, you can’t see where Cedric threw it, and you rush underneath the silk yellow sheet. You tug the sheets over your almost naked body.

Cedric pulls open the door and you see Draco’s eyes flying everywhere. His face falls and pales when he sees you.

His mouth parts open in shock, his eyes never leave yours, and you’re filled with rage.

And curiosity. What is he doing here?

“What the fuck, Malfoy?!” Cedric yells at him, he’s still panting as he fixes his hair, and waits for Draco’s response.

You stare at Draco as you wait for him to say something. Draco’s eyes scan you and you can see him seething with rage.

“She’s drunk. You’re taking advantage of her,” Draco spats at Cedric as he shoves him aside, Cedric’s body hits the door with a thump, and Draco is searching for something.

“What are you doing?! He’s not taking advantage of me!” You yell at him, your voice slurring a bit, and you stumble to stand up.

Draco in a haste slips on your shirt back onto you, tugging your cardigan on, and he already has your bag in his hand.

You feel fuzzy with his fast movements as you stare at him, you let him move you around, and you wonder if you’re really this fucked up.

Cedric stumbles towards you, his hand wraps around your wrist, and he looks at you with concern. “Are you leaving?”

“I-I..” you start to say as Draco pulls you underneath his arms.

“Let go of her, Diggory. You can speak to her tomorrow when she’s sober and not under the influence.”

Cedric unwraps his hand from your wrist and before you know it, you're out of his room and walking back to the Slytherin dungeons. Draco is walking quietly. His hand is wrapped around your wrist and it’s not rough. His fingers cover your wrist whole, they’re warm and soft against your skin. It doesn’t feel wrong.

Everything feels right. You curse yourself silently because why does everything have to feel right with Draco? You wish it felt wrong.

Draco says the password for the common room, he slips you both inside, and it’s eerily quiet inside. Everyone must be asleep already. You don’t even know what time it is anymore.

He slips down the stairs and he stops at the door of your room.

He whispers your password to the painting he had bribed to protect your door and pulls you into it. He sets your bag down onto your dresser drawer and you look around your room.

Everything is the same as you had left it, you hadn’t slept here in you don’t know how long, you hadn’t slept without Draco by your side in even longer.

Your lip trembles as you realize what’s going on.

What you’ve done.

You feel dirty as you toss your cardigan to the floor. You’re about to peel off your shirt when Draco stops you.

You can’t look up at him.

You stay staring down when his smell fills your senses and you feel warmth spread through you.

“Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

You fur your eyebrows together and look up at him.

“Of course not! He- he didn’t take advantage of me, Draco. I wanted it to happen. I… I want to move on from you,” you let yourself say what you can’t say when you’re sober.

Draco’s face falls and his eyes clenched shut.

“You… you wanted to sleep with him?” Draco’s voice cracks with the question, his eyes staring at you now, and they show nothing but sadness.

You nod as you pull away from him. “I… I think so.”

Draco takes in a shaky breath. It feels as if the air in the room has thinned out. Draco feels as if he can’t breathe in suddenly. His chest hurts as he looks at you.

“Okay,” Draco says as he steps back from you. His knuckles knock on the dresser, he’s nodding at himself as if he’s trying to convince himself of something, and he pops his lips in thought. His lips relax into a quiver that he stops quickly before you can take notice. Because you notice everything he does.

But your mind is somewhere else tonight.

With someone else.

“Okay,” he says again.

You stand there, watching him, your heart breaking once again, he takes one last look at you, his eyes taking in every inch of you. His eyes stop on yours once more before he turns on his heel and walks out of your room.

You’re left in the emptiness of the four walls around you, the empty bed that you haven’t touched in months, and the beating of your racing heart is loud in your ears. Your face feels flushed and sweaty.

Your mind is still fuzzy as you try to think back about the events that happened tonight. You sniff as you start to undress yourself while walking to your lavatory. Thankfully, you were blessed to have an empty room. Only because Draco pulled strings for you. Like he always did.

You stumble on your feet as you throw your clothes around you, warm tears are slowly falling down your cheeks, and you suddenly feel a rush of disgust fill your bones.

You stop in front of your mirror to take yourself in. Your hair is devilish, your skin is bruised in certain areas by foreign lips, and your chest is huffing up and down as you claw off your remaining clothes.

You turn on the water of the shower to blazing hot. All you want is to wash Cedric’s touch off of you.

The next few steps turn into a blur in your mind as you let the water burn you while you scrub your skin red hastily. You couldn’t stop crying because of what you did. The images of Cedric kissing you burned in your mind.

The images of his fingers and mouth touching you kept replaying no matter what you did.

You banged on the shower walls with a yell, gripping your wet locks, and tugging them. Begging your mind to stop these racing thoughts and images. You fall to the shower floor as you hug your knees to your chest.

Your drunken state is long gone now and Draco is the only thing on your mind now. You begged your heart to not love him. You wanted to stop loving him right now. You needed to stop loving him. He didn’t love you. He has never loved you. You had no idea why he had stopped whatever was going to happen with Cedric. That was all a blur in your mind as well.

A deep part of you was grateful he had stopped you. You knew you would have come to regret it in the morning.

You knew you had given Cedric consent for what happened in that room and for what was going to happen. But you know that the only reason you were in that room in the first place was in spite of Draco.

“You’re so fucking stupid,” you mumble to yourself as the water soon starts turning cold above you.

You shut off the water as you proceed to wrap your body in a towel. You dry your face, careful with your puffy eyes, and stand in front of your bed.

You stare at it with a hollowness inside of you. You can’t remember the last time you slept here alone. You’ve napped her before between classes, sometimes, but you don’t think you’ve slept here at all this semester.

You always slept in Draco’s room. Next to him. Every single night since the first day of term.

You touch the cold sheets, which aren’t as soft or smooth as his sheets, but they’re going to have to make do. You pull on an oversized sweater and panties, not bothering to dry your hair, and you stuff yourself into the cold sheets of your empty bed.

The emptiness around you is suffocating. You usually end your nights post-orgasm, your limbs feeling heavy, but your mind feeling light with a big smile on your face. You would cuddle into Draco’s warm skin and fall asleep as you both talked nonsense to each other. You swear you’d fall asleep with a laugh on your lips.

Your lips quiver slightly as you feel yourself crumbling once again. You close your eyes shut, turning to your side, and you stare at the darkness around you.

You wish you were in Draco’s bed right now.

Not having sex. But just with him.

You didn’t care about the sex. You cared about him. In the middle of everything going on, it hadn’t even crossed your mind that by Draco not loving you back… you wouldn’t just be losing your lover… you’d also be losing your very best friend.

Your twin flame. Your soulmate. Your everything.

You groan into the pillow as you beg your mind to shut off with these thoughts. You don’t think you can handle anymore of it. You curse yourself for falling asleep with the images of light grey eyes and a smile on pink tinted lips.

You woke up the next morning with a killer headache, a dry mouth aching for a glass of ice cold water, and a sense of emptiness around you.

You rubbed your eyes as your arm on instinct reached out to your side for Draco. You paused with a cold chill when you realized you were alone. You quickly sat up on your bed, pulling the sheet over your body, and looked around the room for him.

Your breathing hitched when the memories of last night flooded your mind.

You gasped loudly, covering your mouth with your hands, “No!”

You close your eyes as you replay the events of yesterday and last night.

“No… nononono,” you mumble to yourself as you jump out of bed to look into the lavatory to see if Draco was there.

Empty.

You slap yourself on the forehead, groaning, and cursing lowly. You couldn’t believe what had happened last night, but you felt so upset with yourself and with Draco. After that argument you had with him before the three broomsticks and what happened after.

You didn’t want to see him. You felt hurt by him and his actions. But were you any different? By being upset at Draco and jumping into bed with Cedric? But Draco couldn’t reciprocate your feelings…

Your eyebrows scrunch together as you ponder what you should do as you continue getting ready for breakfast.

You pull your robes over your school uniform, wand stuffed into the holder you were wearing on your thigh, and you slowly braid your hair. You place a green butterfly clip to the back of it to keep it in place neatly. Your eyes are still puffy and you decide to apply a little bit of makeup to make yourself feel a little bit better.

Once you feel more presentable, you stuff your books into one of your book bags and hook it over your shoulder. You take a glance around your room to make sure you’re not forgetting anything and start making your way to the Great Hall.

You hold your bag tightly against your body, trying not to make eye contact with anybody, you feel afraid that someone might know the events of last night, but you know Draco wouldn’t say anything to anybody. Ever.

Cedric… you weren’t too sure.

You pause outside the open double doors of the Great Hall, gulping down the dryness in your throat, and you glance in to see the hall is already filled.

Draco is sitting at his usual spot, the seat next to him empty as always, your seat, and you hesitate even entering the hall anymore.

Where were you supposed to sit now?

You tilt your chin up, let out a deep shaky breath, and make your way towards the Slytherin table.

Draco senses you and you can see his head snap towards you as you walk past him, avoiding his eyes, and make it down to the end of the table. You sit down at an empty seat. Alone.

You can hear the whispers begin around you. Everybody was whispering about why you were sitting by yourself and not next to Draco Malfoy.

You ignore the hushed whispers saying your name. You distract yourself by eating toast with strawberry jam, drinking a cup of iced cold water, and reading the next chapter for Charms class.

You feel his presence next to you before you even see him.

You don’t look at him. Instead you pour yourself a glass of pumpkin juice and start to sip on it. While you're pulling your hand back to your side, Draco slips his fingers around your wrist and gently pulls your hand towards him.

You stiffen up.

“Y/N,” he whispers softly.

You bite the inside of your lip as you let your book close, you look down at your lap, and you slowly turn your body towards him. You keep your head down. Now you’re looking at his thighs which are covered in black slacks.

God, you love his thighs.

His grip doesn’t falter on your wrist, but you don’t fight him on it. You’re basically limp next to him.

“Please look at me.”

You raise your head slightly to look at him from underneath your eyelashes. His face is filled with worry. You quickly look back down, you try not not to get a good look at him.

“Are you alright?”

You pout at the question, lashes fluttering against your skin, you shake your head slightly, and pull your wrist away from him. You tuck your hands underneath your robes and turn your body away from him again.

“You should leave,” you say. Your voice feels unknown to you. You sound cold and far away. You don’t sound like yourself.

“Wh…What?”

“I don’t want to see you,” you state as you shove your book back into your bag and start to stand up. Draco follows your every movement, his eyes are racing over your face to try and see if you’re joking, and he fishes for words.

“Why did you stop me last night?” You ask, glancing at him quickly as he stands up to tower over you.

His mouth parts, eyebrows furring down. “I…”

“You what, Draco?” You whisper lowly at him, trying to avoid the ears of those lingering to hear.

He licks his lips, looking away from you for a moment, and then back to meet your eyes.

Once again, here you are pleading for him to say something.

“I… I don’t know.”

“Wow,” you scoff, rolling your eyes at him, shoving him with your shoulder, and proceeding to storm out of the Great Hall.

You’re already almost to potions class when you get pulled out to the empty corridor. “What the-“ you begin to yell when you see who it is.

“What do you want?” You ask frowning at him, finally taking a good look at him.

Draco's expression is cheerless, the corners of his lips are turned down, his eyes are blank, and he looks like he didn’t get much sleep last night. Just like you.

“Are we- Can we- I… I just…” Draco’s words fall away while you both continue to stare at each other. You look to your side and you feel your frown get deeper when you see the peach tree. Your heart tugs at the images that flood your mind, you look away from the tree and cross your arms over your chest.

“I think… I think we shouldn’t see each other anymore.”

Draco’s jaw drops at your words, his face falls in anguish.

“What are you saying?” He winces out, his hands slithering in between your crossed arms, his hands around your wrists, his thumbs automatically rubbing against your skin. “Please don’t do this,” he begs.

“It’s what’s best for us right now. We-I.. I don’t think.. whatever this is between us… It’s not working anymore. You-We should stop.”

“Is this because of Cedric?”

It feels as if you’ve just been punching in the gut or as if your heart falls to the bottom of your feet. You can’t believe he just said that. You tug your hands out of his hold, once again, and look at him in anguish. “I can’t believe you just asked me that!” You shove his chest, “I can’t- Why would- What does Cedric even- I can’t fucking believe you, Draco! Are you bloody serious?!”

Draco rubs his forehead roughly, groaning loudly, “I am sorry! Okay?! I am sorry! It’s just.. After what happened last night… I figured that maybe you would want to end this, whatever is going on between us.. for him.”

You gape up at him, feeling a bit crazy, “You’re a bloody idiot. If you can’t realize what’s going on, I can’t help you. This isn’t because of bloody fucking Cedric Diggory. It’s not even about Heather Umbridge,” Draco winces at her name, “It’s about us! This went way too fucking far. I can’t- I can’t do this anymore. Please leave me alone.”

“Can't we just go back to how things were?”

You clench your jaw, “And how were things?”

Draco sighs, rubs the back of his neck, “Us… being… friends. Best friends.”

“We've never been just friends, Draco. If you can't see that, I don't know what else to say.”

That was the last thing you say to him before quickly turning on your heel and walking down to potions class. Class was about to begin in less than five minutes. Yours and Draco's seat was empty, the third desk in the front row, your eyes scan quickly to see which other seats are still empty, and you find one next to Harry Potter.

Your heart is still racing as you speed walk to Harry’s desk and stop in front of him. His eyes are already on you, shocked that you’re standing in front of him, he straightens up, and fixes his glasses.

“Is this seat taken?” You ask with hopeful eyes, his blue eyes watching yours in shock, but he shakes his head no as he motions for you to sit.

“Thanks, Harry.” You give him a small smile as you sit down and start fixing yourself. You feel different pairs of eyes on you, but you ignore them and tap your fingernails on the desk.

Draco struts into the classroom, his eyes already scanning for you, he spots you next to Harry, and his expression turns into a scowl.

You can see his cheeks redden in anger, his jaw clenching as he strolls to his seat without taking his eyes off you, and sits down. You lick your lips to try to avoid the lump in your throat and choose to ignore him. You sit up straight and wait for Professor Slughorn.

It was the week before Thanksgiving break and you knew you just had to make it through the next three days. Then you knew Draco would be heading home and you’d be staying here since your parents were in the states this year for work. You hadn’t had a chance to tell Draco yet, but now you were secretly praying he wouldn’t find out through his mother because you needed to be alone.

You needed to think about what was going to happen now. Was your friendship with Draco really over now?

You didn’t think you could ever be “just friends” with him again. You never truly were.

You felt humiliated because of yesterday. You felt ashamed because of what you did. You felt stupid thinking Draco could ever love you back.

At the end of potions class before you could even look up, Draco had already stormed out of class.

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winterssecrett · 4 months

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SECRET KISSES | PANSY PÁRKINSON

ღ Sighs gasps, and soft moans could be heard from one of the stalls in the girls' bathroom. Y/n had Pansy against one of the walls while she left kisses and licks on the exposed skin of her pale neck, her right hand was lost between the girl's legs, deliciously playing with her needed button.

"Fuck, Y/n," Pansy moaned, throwing her head back

Her legs were spread and her panties were pushed to one side, giving her full access to her girl. Y/n's fingers were doing wonders in her pussy, one playing with her clit while two others moved in and out of her wet hole.

Y/n smiled when she saw her so desperate. "Is this what you needed? You just had to talk love, there was no need to act like a brat all-day”

Hearing her, Pansy whined, although she had been upset all morning by the little attention she had received from the girl, she would never admit it in front of her. They were not girlfriends and no one had any idea what was happening between them, but even so, there was no lack of scenes of jealousy.

Y/n sped up her movements and Pansy let the moans fall freely from her mouth.

“That's it doll, let everyone hear you, that's what you want right? Let everyone know that you are mine”

“Fuck, yes! Don't stop, please don't stop”

Y/n brought their lips together to try and keep her quiet, while she continued fucking her with her fingers. Pansy started to move her hips trying to match her movements and create more friction for herself.

“You close, doll? You're gonna come on my fingers like a needy slut?”

The dirty talk did it for her because right after Y/n finished her sentence the black-haired girl arched her back and gripped tightly Y/n’s body against her. Her legs were shaky and her body felt limp, she was fucking fucked out.

Leaving one last kiss on her lips, Y/n pulled out her fingers from her pussy and brought them close to her mouth.

“Clean them up, love,” she said softly, watching her immediately obey

Once she was finished, Y/n fixed her panties and skirt, trying to make her look presentable before they went out of the bathroom.

“Are you coming tonight?” Pansy asked in almost a whisper

She smiled and caressed her cheek “I will, but we're just sleeping tonight, I have to get up early tomorrow”

The black-haired girl smiled mischievously “Whatever you want, sweets”

Both of them laughed, knowing how much of a lie their conversation was. They weren't gonna sleep at all.

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Me & The Devil P.2 🌘| Harry Potter Imagine

takes place during HBP & DH1

Part 1 here | HP Masterlist

Characters & Pairings: Black!Sister reader x HP characters (platonic), Severus Snape x reader (platonic/semi-romantic)

Content Warnings: death, violence, profanity, angst, slight cannon divergence, mentions of torture and blood, set during the book timeline of the 1990s | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 6k

Requested yes/no

Premise: A dark storm is brewing over Hogwarts. The return of Voldemort and his Death Eaters spark unease in the Golden Trio. For a certain member of the Noble House of Black, she takes on a new role of double agent with the partnership between her and a certain Hogwarts professor. Will she survive the ordeal and get her freedom when it's all over? The odds are slim when acting as a loyal servant and hunted by aurors.

Note: Snape is 37 in this like the books and reader is 31. Part 3 will be the final chapter to this miniseries but I have no idea when it will be posted. Hope y’all like this one! Also near the end the final scenes are inspired by Wanda in MOM so yeah that belongs to Marvel

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Months went by. Waiting. Scheming. Y/n felt her mind deteriorate by the day. Between Bellatrix’s constant complaints of Draco’s failures and Narcissa’s moping, Y/n spent most of her time in the attic of Malfoy Manor. Hidden away to perfect her spells and create new ones. She even managed to successfully become an animagus.

A black crow.

How fitting.

At times Y/n found herself sitting in front of the window. Especially when it rained. The lightning in the distance, the crisp air filling the attic walls. Lost in her thoughts, Y/n would caress the silver jewelry laid on her left ring finger.

Once a month she’d receive a letter from Severus, unbeknownst to the others, detailing Draco’s attempts and all the times Snape’s had to cover for him. As part of their deal to keep quiet of the others' disloyalty and motives behind actions, Snape agreed to update her on Draco and keep the Order off Y/n’s trail. For Y/n’s side of the bargain, she agreed to deflect suspicion on him from their fellow Death Eaters. Specifically her sisters.

And what better way to do that then in holy matrimony.

“You want to get married?” she scoffed, placing her wine glass on the coaster. Having left with her sisters following the unbreakable vow, Y/n returned later that night after Severus sent an owl. Sitting in the same leather chair from before, “You humor me.”

“I can assure you I am everything but comical, Y/n,” he drawled, standing by the fireplace. The sound of wood crackling filled the room. “This is not an arrangement I suggest lightly.”

Seeing how serious he was, Y/n’s demeanor changed. “Wow,” her tone lowered, finger raising to tap her lips. Unable to read her mind since she was a gifted Occulmens like himself, Snape was left to wonder what Y/n was thinking. Truth be told the woman was more impressed than shocked by his proposal. “I think that’s the first time I’ve been rendered speechless, Severus.” Standing, Y/n grabbed her glass and approached the man. “You truly believe this would work? Proposing a marriage between us….” she trailed, glancing at the fire briefly, “is intriguing. Tell me more.”

Snape’s expression remained the same, “It is simply a matter of convenience.” No need to sugar coat it, “We want to keep our secrets hidden. So long as you can assure your sisters stay off my back…..I’ll make sure the Order stays off yours. We play the part of a happy married couple when operating business with the Dark Lord, and I will do everything in my power to get your freedom when this all ends.”

Y/n liked what she was hearing. The more she thought about it, the more engrossed she became. Marrying Snape wasn’t ideal--as the concept itself she did not care for--but Y/n could not deny the idea made her curious. Plus Severus was handsome, a talented wizard, and obviously, he knew her motives for following Voldemort. What her end goal was. She needed to keep him close.

“I think I’ll find playing the part of a smitten wife will be rather easy,” she rasped, stepping closer to Snape so their chests were nearly touching. Walking her fingertips up the length of his arm, Y/n leaned closer to Snape which ignited a sharp breath from the man. She smelled of expensive perfume. Their closeness allowed him to see how her eyes turned from their usual coldness to something more lustful. Almost sinister. His reaction made her smirk, “Confident you can manage the same….husband?”

Now, almost a year later, the two managed to successfully keep their union hidden from the Order. All while any suspicion the Death Eaters had of Snape seemed to disappear. Bellatrix, initially furious and doubtful of their ‘relationship’, soon began to trust him. Still, the witch grimaced each time the pair greeted the other with an affectionate kiss. Or when Y/n took claim to Snape’s lap during meetings. An action which surprised the man himself in the beginning.

Each letter Severus sent was met with one in return, however Y/n was careful to only send her owl in the late hours of the night. When her family was sound asleep. Signing the parchment with only her initials, but instead of B as the ending initial it was S. She’d never admit it aloud, but Y/n felt a sense of comfort with Severus. There was an overwhelming amount of hate in her heart, but the pinch of sanity left in her soul connected to him. Which is not a surprise. He is, of course, the only person who can relate to her.

Neither would call it love. Y/n possessed no love. And Snape lost his when Lily died. They had mutual respect and care for each other as their partnership grew. Finding the other’s presence calm despite the world around them going to shit.

The news of Draco’s success in connecting the two cabinets came from Bellatrix’s glee, the woman bursting into the attic with a loud, “It’s time, sister.” Reluctantly, Y/n trailed Bellatrix to Knockturn Alley, where they met several of their associates.

Dark clouds painted the sky. Thunder rumbling. It set the tone of the evening.

Y/n stayed stoic the entire journey. Hating every minute, yet doing nothing to escape. Where could she even go? The mark on her arm prevented her from doing so. Until Voldemort was defeated, the only way for her to stay alive was to continue the act of a loyal servant.

Draco was gone when the group breached the cabinet in a cloud of black smoke. The boy rushed to find Dumbledore and complete his task. He found the man on the observation deck of the Astronomy Tower. Unaware his longtime rival, Harry Potter, was below him, watching the scene play out.

The others arrived to witness Draco complete the task, however, in the end Snape was the one to administer the curse. And so the greatest wizard in history fell from the sky.

Y/n kept her eyes on Severus the entire time. Watching his reaction. When he went through with the unthinkable, Y/n wasted no time in rushing to his side. Cupping his face, she noticed the dissociative expression Snape wore. Mind processing what he had done. “Severus,” he didn’t respond, making her shake his shoulders, “look at me.” Finally he meets her eye and the woman matches his anxious demeanor. “We have to go. Now.”

Clutching his robe, the two push Draco in the direction of the Death Eaters. Bellatrix’s maniacal laughter rings as she shoots a spell into the sky to bring forth the Dark Lord’s symbol in the clouds. Not long after the tower was surrounded by members of the Order, ensuing a battle between the groups. Y/n tried to avoid dueling as much as possible. Not wanting to harm anyone, especially the kids in the school.

Cutting the corner after dodging a spell from her niece Nymphadora, Y/n spotted the wretched Fenrir Greyback attacking a man she didn’t recognize. Judging by the wild red hair he possessed, she assumed it was a Weasley. Greyback’s back was toward her, unaware she stood behind him. From the looks of it, the redhead was losing the fight.

Not sure what came over her at that moment, Y/n raised her wand and shouted, “Stupefy!” The werewolf was flung into the wall behind him, falling unconscious.

“Bill!” a voice screamed, Y/n turning to see a young woman running to where the Weasley laid. Bloodied and knocked out. Fluer dropped beside him, sobbing at the state of her fiance. She glanced up to see Y/n, immediately becoming frozen with fear while pleading with her to help. “Y-you--H-he’s been--.”

Cursing to herself, Y/n approached the two. “He wasn’t bit,” adjusting her dress skirt, she grabbed the cuffs of Bill’s jacket and gestured for Fluer to help. Together they moved him to a concealed area away from the battle. “He’s been scratched.” Having studied werewolves while in school, the woman was well educated on the subject. Muttering a healing spell, Y/n attempted to at least stop the bleeding, however, she knew the extent of his injuries were serious. “Nevertheless, the wounds are cursed. They’ll scar.”

Fluer watched her carefully, “W-why are you helping us?” Y/n gave no answer, instead casting a final healing spell before standing up to leave. In her peripheral vision, she noticed movement from Greyback, and sent a second stun his way to keep him unconscious. She always hated him, so it gave her great pleasure to pu thim down.

Truth be told Y/n didn’t know why she helped the injured Weasley. It would have best suited her to get the hell out of there and let whatever outcome happen. Whether that be Greyback killing the man or Bill successfully overpowering the werewolf. But instead, she cursed her associate. Saving the life of ‘the enemy’.

Several agonizing minutes passed before Y/n managed to escape the tower. At Snape’s order, she ran deep into the forest until she was far enough to apparate. Back at the manor she was immediately questioned by her sister.

“Is Draco okay,” Narcissa grabbed Y/n’s wrist to stop her from escaping to the attic. Eyes glossy with tears, “Did he--.”

“Your son is fine, Narcissa,” she roughly pulled away. “You have my husband to thank for that--he finished the job.” There was immediate relief from Narcissa, exhaling the breath she had been holding. Y/n went straight to the liquor cabinent, taking a glass and pouring a generous amount before downing it. She then refilled the glass, offering it to her sister without a word. Once Narcissa took it Y/n kept the bottle for herself, saying nothing more as she made her way to the attic.

It wasn’t long before the others arrived. Y/n heard Narcissa’s cry of relief upon seeing Draco. Bellatrix was busy scolding Greyback--something that brought a smile to her face. Other murmurs were made out, but hard to identify with all the noise. Moments later she heard the fast approaching sound of footsteps nearing her door. Jolting from her bed with her wand raised at whoever was about to breach it. Only when it was revealed to be Severus did Y/n lower her guard, rolling her eyes, “What have I told you about--.”

Snape slammed the door shut, muttering a silencing charm which caused Y/n to raise her brow. “We need to talk.” Her guarded expression returned, but Snape beat her before she could question him. “I know you stunned the werewolf to save Weasley.” All movement from the woment seized, frozen in shock.

“How do you know--.”

“I saw you with Miss. Delacour, Y/n,” Snape peers down at her with visible frustration. “Why would you risk such a thing? If you had been caught--.”

“But I wasn’t, Severus,” she interrupts, eyes flicking to the door in fear someone was listening, but then she remembered the spell he cast. “I was careful. You should know better than to underestimate me. And to answer your question….” she turned away from him, hands on her hips as she turned her focus to the woods beyond her window. “I don’t know what possessed me to do what I did--It just happened. Maybe it’s the fact the Weasley’s are distant family. Or because I fucking hate Greyback.” She throws her hands up in defeat, “Or I want the Order to have all its members to better their chances at winning this damn war. Maybe…” her hands fall back to her sides, “deep down there’s some humanity left in me.” The words were so low it was barely a whisper. Y/n shook her head, the speck of softness replaced with disinterest.

“Whatever it was,” turning back to him, Y/n narrows her eyes in warning. “It’s no longer our concern. Dumbledore is dead, you killed him.” footsteps echo against the wood as she approaches Snape, noticing his expression change at the mention of the headmaster. “He will be plotting his next move. We need to remain focused--I expect his attention will be on us more now given the circumstances.”

Snape knows she’s right. Killing Albus only shined a spotlight on him, and in turn on Y/n. He was now labeled public enemy #1 in the eyes of the Order. Voldemort himself will likely turn to Snape. They will have to up their game, continuing the act of a happy couple. Well happy as one can be in the middle of a war.

That summer was endless torture following the Headmaster’s death. Y/n not only had to deal with Voldemort growing stronger, but also the return of Lucius from Azkaban. It did bring the witch great joy to see the dark circles beneath his eyes and matted hair. One year in prison did a number on him.

Lucky for Lucius it was only one year. Had it been 15 like Y/n, he’d surely gone mad. Thankfully the two rarely saw each other. Not long after his release following Dumbledore’s death Y/n moved into Severus' home. Only returning to the mansion when necessary.

At every Death Eater meeting Y/n had to fight yawning with how bored she was, keeping her expression blank even when addressed by Voldermort from time to time. The man wasn’t blind. Well aware the youngest Black was not as forthcoming with her praises to him like Bellatrix. Never voicing her opinions, while also keeping any objections to herself like a smart person would do. He never fully trusted her. Even though she was married to one of his most trusted advisors, something in the back of his mind told Voldemort she’d be the first to turn on him. Without proof, Voldemort kept a close eye.

The meeting tonight was just like any other. Seated at the massive dining table in Malfoy Manor, Voldemort at the head while the Black’s and Malfoy’s flanked to the right. Y/n seated beside Draco, far from her sisters. Very telling of her attitude towards them.

Severus was the last to arrive, dark cloak tailing behind him. His entrance caught everyone’s attention, while his was on his colleague hanging in the air. Muggle studies professor Charity Burbage. The wounds on her body indicated she had been subjected to torture.

“Severus,” Voldemort greeted, “I was beginning to worry you had lost your way. Come. We’ve saved you a seat.” The headmaster took claim to the only free chair at the table, bidding a look to his wife, to which she slightly shook her head. Silently saying, “I had no part in this.”

Voldemort then said, “Do you bring news, I trust?”

“It will happen Saturday next, at nightfall.”

“I’ve heard differently, my Lord,” Yaxley interrupted at the other end of the table, then proceeds to say he believes Harry will be moved at the end of the month. The 30th of July. The day before his 17th birthday.

“This is a false trail,” Snape insists. “The auror office no longer plays any part in the protection of Harry Potter. “Those closest to him believe we have infiltrated the ministry.”

The Death Eater seated beside Y/n laughed, “Well, they got that right aren’t they.” Several at the table joined in the laughter. The youngest Black’s expression was tight, plastered with annoyance.

“What’s say you, Pius?” Voldemort addresses the man seated at the opposite head of the table.

Nagini curled herself next to the chair as he answered, “One hears many things, my Lord. Whether the truth is among them is not clear.” Voldemort chuckles.

“Spoken like a true politician. You will, I think, prove most useful, Pius.” The Death Eater appears pleased by the compliment. Voldemort turns back to Snape, “Where will he be taken, the boy?”

“To a safe house. Most likely the home of someone in the Order. I’m told it’s been given every manner of protection possible, once there it will be impractical to attack him.”

Suddenly the conversation is interrupted by Bellatrix. “My Lord, I’d like to volunteer myself for this task.” She leans against the table, voice dropping, “I want to kill the boy.”

“Of course you would,” Y/n thinks to herself, holding back the urge to roll her eyes. Frankly she found her sister to be stupid to ask such a thing. Considering Voldemort mentions his desire to kill Harry Potter everyday. And with the prophecy, there’s no way he’d allow anyone else the opportunity to do the deed.

In the back, Charity let out a haunting groan, causing Voldermort to shout, “Wormtail! Have I not spoken to you about keeping our guest’s quiet?”

“Yes, my Lord,” the man spoke with urgency. “Right away, my Lord.” As he scurried off, Voldemort returned his attention to Bellatrix.

“As inspiring as I find your bloodlust, Bellatrix,” the hope was clear in her eyes, disappearing with his next words. “I must be the one to kill Harry Potter.” With that she curled back into her seat, Y/n’s lips raising in a satisfied smirk.

“But,” he rises from his chair, “I face an unfortunate complication.” As much as Y/n wanted to tune out this conversation, the nature of it was hard to dismiss. Especiall when the man walked behind the chairs on her side of the table. Brushing past her sisters before ending beside Lucius. There was satisfaction seeing him visibly afraid of Voldemort. A smirk on her lips when he was to give up his wand, a wizard’s most prized possession.

Her expression shifted when Charity’s brought to the center of the table. Death Eaters laughing at her despair and cringing with disgust at her profession. Y/n moves her gaze to Severus, who’s emotionless to Charity’s pleas. Then when the woman’s killed and her body drops to the table, Y/n lifts her hand to grasp Draco’s wrist. Squeezing it in warning for him to control himself when she sees his distraught state in the corner of her eyes.

The action surprises the boy. Draco sucking in a breath and forcing himself to relax. Once he does, Y/n removes her touch and waits to be dismissed by Voldemort. As soon as the order is given she’s quick to leave the table, taking Snape’s outstretched hand where he apparates them back home.

“How do you plan--?” he doesn’t let her finish the question.

“I have it covered.” Moving to his study, he hears her footsteps behind him, Y/n slamming the door shut once they’ve entered. He looked annoyed, “This doesn’t concern you.”

“The hell it does!” she shouted, making him clench his jaw. Ever since the incident at the Astronomy tower the two had been on edge with each other. For one, the Order discovered their marriage causing Y/n to lose her shit. Now she was public enemy #2 in their eyes. Or 3 if you count Voldermort at the top. Her odds of the Order leaving her the fuck alone decreased immensly.

Second, Snape told her of his and Dumbledore’s arrangement. That the headmaster asked Snape to kill him. A secret Y/n had trouble wrapping her head around and prayed to a higher power no one, especially Bellatrix, found out about.

Crossing over to him where he stood at his desk, Y/n caught his wrist to make him look at her. “In case you have forgotten, dear husband, we are playing both sides right now. You say you want to protect Harry Potter…just how do you plan to do that during an ambush you helped orchestrate? What the hell are we supposed to do if Harry Potter dies at his hands Saturday next?” Y/n squeezed his wrist tighter, “I’m putting all my trust into Severus Snape. You promised me my freedom when this was all over.”

“I haven’t forgotten, Y/n,” he removes himself from her grip, “You say you trust me. Do so, and you won’t be let down.”

Y/n didn’t know where it all went wrong. One moment she was flying in the sky, the next she’s being rammed into by Bill Weasley’s Thestral. Pain erupted in her chest, likely from a broken rib and caught herself on the creature's satchel. Her hand is then grabbed by the imposter Harry seated behind Bill, keeping Y/n steady to prevent falling to her death. Using her talent of legitimins, Y/n identifies the imposter as Bill’s fiance Fluer.

“You’re not Harry Potter,” she whispers, causing Harry (Fluer) to widen her eyes. The accusation was confirmed when Fluer’s voice responded, “How did you know?” Before Y/n could answer, however, the world around her became black. Having been stunned by Bill who realized what was happening behind him.

Acting fast, Fluer reached with her other hand to further grasp Y/n’s now limp body onto the Thestral.

“What are you doing?” Bill shouted over the chaos, “She’s one of them!”

“And she saved your life in the Astronomy tower, William!” Fluer screamed back. Using all her might, she hauled Y/n over the bottom half of the creature. Gripping the material of her robes and dress while ducking at the incoming curses around them.

When they finally made it to the Burrow, the shaky landing caused Fluer to lose her hold. Y/n fell to the ground, still unconscious. Bruises were sure to form on her body. Bill leaped off the Thestral, helped Fluer off and rushed to Y/n. After confirming she was alive by pressing his fingers to her pulse, the oldest Weasley took the death eater into his arms and followed Fluer into the house. But not before telling Fluer to take her wand which had been discarded into a ditch.

“Wait here,” he said, placing Y/n in the care of Fluer by setting her on a bench outside the door, Bill entered to find the others gathered around an injured George. After the shock wore off of his brother’s state, Bill announced the death of Mad-eye and departure of Mundungus. Deepening the already intense mood.

“There’s something else,” he hesitated, eyes flickering to find everyone staring at him with unease. They watched Bill exit the house, only to return a second later dragging the last person they ever expected. Gasps rang out, wands drawn in Y/n’s direction. The witch barely conscious but fighting against Bill’s hold. Eventually succumbing to sleep once again due to the pounding in her head.

With the help of Remus, the two propped Y/n in a chair, casting a spell to bind her hands and legs. “Where’s her wand?” Remus urgently looked around, relieved to see the object in Fluer’s possession. He turned to Bill, “What the hell happened?”

As the oldest Weasley explained, Molly approached the woman, assessing her carefully. Y/n had dirt and grime in her hair. A small cut to her temple. Likely from a rock when she fell from the Threstral. Her breathing was shaky, pained groans escaping her mouth which Molly assumed was from trauma to her chest. Although the others were against it, Molly began performing healing spells on Y/n, “Had it not been for her my son would be dead! I do not care what side she is on--I shall offer the same courtesy.”

The group was alerted to Y/n’s consciousness twenty minutes later when she groaned. Shifting in the chair, her eyelids fluttered briefly before opening to bright lights. Moaning, Y/n straightened up aware of the audience in front of her, however she did not appear concerned. Even with several wands pointing at her. “Hmmmph,” she blinks a few times, settling her gaze on Remus, “what an unpleasant situation we have here. I hoped to be dead before experiencing this.”

It pained Remus to hear her words. Thinking back to that little girl he’d met on the corner of Diagon Alley with James, perched on Sirius’ hip. That little girl was gone. In her place was a woman with the Devil on her shoulder. “We don’t want to hurt you, Y/n.”

Tilting her head as though she found his statement funny, she replies “Is that supposed to make me feel at ease?” rolling her eyes she adds, “Surely you could’ve come up with something better.”

Remus sighed, realizing it was about to be a long night. “We’re willing to negotiate terms if you provide us with information. A lesser sentence if you will,” he chose his next words carefully, seeing her demenor shift, “so long as you are upfront and answer all of our questions with honesty.” Y/n’s face tightened, no longer humored. Remus felt his stomach lurch, not breaking the intense eye contact she set with him.

“You threaten me--.”

“It’s not a threat--,” he insists but Y/n continues.

“With a cell in Azkaban and expect me to comply? By being a snitch?” she shakes her head, eyes full of fury. “Go to hell, Remus Lupin.”

“It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“Oh?” She grumbles with a glare, “and how else do you suggest it be? I’m not stupid--a tad mad if we want to get technical, but you all have yourselves to blame for that.” Y/n was referring to the Order not taking her in during the First Wizarding War. Sirius warned them of his family and the Death Eaters recruiting her at a young age. Yet no attempt to protect Y/n was initiated.

The werewolf’s face fell, “Had we known--.”

“Known what?!” She jumped forward in her chair as the dam of pent up resentment and anger broke, making several flinch at the sudden movement. A few wands pointed up but she paid them no mind. “That I’d become a Death Eater against my will? That I’d be forced to use the Cruciatus Curse on the Longbottoms or face my sister’s wrath?” She spat with ferocity. Pupils nearly pitch black it made her appear demonic. “You knew what my family was like! Sirius knew--It’s why he left! And you did nothing to save me.” Leaning back in the chair, Y/n finished with, “Go ahead and kill me. I’m not telling you shit.”

Remus runs a hand through his hair, his patience running thin and stress levels rising. “Y/n, I’m trying to help you here. We’re giving you the opportunity to avoid a lifetime in jail if you help us--help us end this war.” When his efforts are exhausted Remus gestures to the man behind him, “Kingsley has Veritaserum and we will use it if necessary.” Now this has her smirking, chin raising in challenge.

“Go ahead,” her voice lowers an octave, sending chills along his arms, “I welcome you to.” Weary of her acceptance, the adult members of the Order all exchange looks before Kingsley approaches. Y/n tilts her head back, watching Kingsley unscrew the vial and pour the tiny amount of liquid onto her tongue. Once it’s entered her stream, the woman cracks her neck and returns her attention to Remus.

He clasped his hands in his lap, leaning in his chair. “How’d you know about tonight?”

Y/n pretends to think, “I think I saw an advertisement in the Daily Prophet. Yeah,” she nods her head, acting serious. “That was it.”

Remus’s own head falls to his chest, the others visibly confused. The potion was to make her tell the truth. Pretty much against her will. Thinking it may have not settled in yet, Remus asks another question. “Who told him we were moving Harry?”

Deciding to play along, Y/n shrugs her shoulders, “Yaxley.” Lie. She held back a chuckle at his confused reaction.

“How did he know?”

“Overheard it.” Lie.

“Where?”

“Diagon Alley I assume.” Lie.

“From who?”

“I don’t know.” Lie.

“But he’s the one who told Voldemort.” Y/n rolled her eyes at that, gesturing to her binded hands.

“Obviously since we’re sitting in this predicament.” She sees the frustration on Remus, as well as the others. Yet, the witch couldn’t help but feel entertained. “Anything else?”

“What’s your relationship to Severus Snape?”

“He’s my husband,” She didn’t miss the way the Order reacted to the news. Upset but not surprised. No point in lying. They already knew about their marriage from what Snape told her. The truth of why, however, was still a secret.

“Why did he kill Dumbledore?” Harry stepped forward, drawing her attention to him. Anger was written all over his face. Filled with absolute hatred. Something Y/n had expected when her husband murdered the man he looked up to.

“You were there, right?” she asked, head tilting with curiosity. “Snape mentioned you’d been below the observatory deck.” Tsking, Y/n surveyed him. She was getting under his skin. “Why do you think he did it?”

“I think he did it to save himself. He was a coward,” Harry saw the way her face tightened. Taking offense to his words. A mere speck of what someone could label as affection or respect to her spouse.

“Severus Snape is many things,” she sounded sinister, anger seeping off every word. “But a coward is not one of them.”

“Fat lot of good coming from you.” Harry antagonized her. “You hightailed it out of the ministry when Sirius died. He was your own cousin.”

“My cousin who left me a sitting duck for the wolves,” Y/n reminded the boy, temper rising. An indicator with how her voice was strained. “Let’s not forget you all thought he was responsible for betraying your parents. Didn’t even hesitate to believe he was guilty.” That cut them all deep. “And I adored Sirius at one point in life. Much like you, Harry Potter,” she let out a deep sigh, attempting to calm herself, “look at where it got me.” Exhaustion was beginning to take over the witch. Her body ached and there was a pounding in her head. Molly’s healing spells worked to patch any internal injuries Y/n had, but she still was drained from the whole ordeal.

They were getting off track. Having had enough of the tension, Remus butted in, “Answer the question, Y/n. Why did Snape kill Dumbledore?”

“I don’t know,” she simply stated. Lie. “He didn’t say. Although…I can only assume it was to spare my poor nephew.” Another shrug, “And survive the unbreakable vow. Which you already know of.”

Harry shook his head, “I don’t believe you.” His gut was telling him there was more to the story.

“Harry, she took the Veritaserum,” Hermoine pointed out gently, missing the flicker of amusement from Y/n. “She’s telling the truth.”

“Hermoine’s right, Harry,” Ron agreed, moving beside his friend. “There’s no way she could be lying.”

“How much did you give her, Kingsley?” Arthur questioned, also suspicious of Y/n’s answers. Kingsley held up the vial. More than half was consumed.

“Enough.”

“Something’s off,” he murmured, rubbing his chin. A bickering match ensued between members of the Order. Harry, Arthur, and even Y/n’s niece, Tonks, had difficulty believing Y/n told the truth. The majority, however, voiced opposition.

“Veritaserum is a very potent and strong potion, Harry,” Remus stood from his chair, but before he could say anything else, Y/n’s voice took over.

“Which you just wasted.”

Silence consumes the room. Processing what she said. That’s not possible.

Heads turning to the witch, Y/n starts to chuckle in delight. A sight unnerving to the Order as it becomes more deranged. Harry looked to his friends for an answer, but they were just as perplexed as him. Y/n’s voice turns taunting, “Oh my, you lot really are daft at times. Have you forgotten? Or did you believe it to be a rumor?” Her grin is wicked, finding the scene entertaining much to their dismay. “I’m a skilled Occulmens.”

It was as though the dementors arrived with how cold the air became. Everyone falters, stilling at the revelation. It could only mean one thing:

Everything Y/n said potentially was a lie.

The Death Eater tsked, “What do you think I did with all that time I had rotting in the middle of the ocean?” she laughs again, more menacingly. “Your little potion is useless! My mind is more protected than Azkaban. For all you know I fabricated everything I just told you.” Her taunting laugh continues, shredding the last ounce of patience the Order had for her.

Remus kneeled in front of her chair and smacked the table, causing everyone besides Y/n to flinch. “Enough of these games! I have tried to give you the benefit of the doubt knowing you’d been forced into this life, but you have proven to be not so different from your associates.” Now that was a nail to the coffin. Any and all of Remus’s hope for Y/n having some level of good in her gone. “This is your final warning--or we will throw you in Azkaban for the rest of your life for good!”

Never straying her stare, the Death Eater murmered cooly, “You have no idea how reasonable I’ve been.” This time it was Remus’s turn to scoff.

“Holding children hostage at the Ministry, attacking Hogwarts, marrying Snape, and sending assassins after the officials who locked you up,” He lists off, surprising the Order with the last detail. They had heard rumors of Azkaban guards and Ministry officials killed in the last few months, but assumed it was Bellatrix. “I don’t see how that’s being reasonable.”

Y/n gave a sound that was a mix of a chuckle and scoff, leaning forward in her chair. “Sending those assassins after them instead of myself was mercy.” A chill rose, Harry’s intuition telling him something was about to happen. “And despite your hypocrises and insults I have warned you time and time again to simply get out of my way.” Remus saw her hands fidget, tightening his grip on his wand.

“You’ve exhausted my patience,” Her voice lowered once more, almost to a whisper as her bottom lip quivered. “But I do hope you understand…that even now--with what’s about to happen…..” lips curled into a deathly smirk. “This is me being…reasonable.”

Faster than the speed of light, Y/n casts a non-verble, wandless spell that mimics a gust a powerful wind, ripping the binds off her hands and ankles. Remus flies onto his back, the lights flicker and burst. The windows and glass shatter. Papers fly. Hermoine screams, echoing amongst the shouts as Ron pulls her into his arms. Molly leaning over an injured George to protect him from shards.

Fluer gasps at the feeling of Y/n’s wand in her hand ripped from her. The death eater had snapped her fingers in the chaos with a non-verbal Accio.

With her wand now in her possession, Y/n unleashes another bout of wind, crippling the Order from attacking her. Once satisfied she makes her escape. Black smoke fills the room before flying out the window and into the night sky. The storm inside the burrow seizing.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron coughs, catching his breath.

“That,” Kingsley stands up straight, sore from colliding with the wall which knocked him down. “Was the closest thing to experiencing the Devil on Earth.”

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