#and draco wouldnt even care
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𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶.
brothers best friend!fwb!theodore nott x fem!reader
smut muggle au!, modern au!
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dom!theo nott, sub!reader, b/n = brothers name, protected sex, p in v, fwb!harry potter x reader mention, mention of sending/receiving nudes, jealousy, lowkey toxic, fingering, handjob, oral f! and m! receiving, light praise and degradation, name calling, use of the word cunt, clit slapping, there’s a safe word in place,
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your brothers friends were off limits, you knew that, and that’s why you were currently ignoring theodore nott for the life of you, or that was part of the reason you were ignoring him for and the other reason being that a couple weeks ago you saw theo and pansy making out at party on your brothers instagram story.
now that wouldnt be an issue if you hadn’t been fucking theo for the past five months, and your feelings for him grew without you noticing until you saw that god awful post. jealousy filled you and you were taken back by it, literally having to sit your phone down and take a minute. you felt betrayed, theo told you he wasnt with anyone else.
you came up with a quick plan, ghost him to get over him. not that easy since you two go to the same college but youd manage.
and you did, if he got too close you made sure to walk away and stop answering his texts or facetimes and theo noticed about two days into this plan. you expected him to just stop texting but it seemed like he texted more and more.
theo.
hey
hello?
why arent you answering?
cmon y/n wtf
answer the phone
please?
alr whatever
are you being fr??
those were the messages you got on the daily. you turned off your read receipts and just half swiped on snapchat and didnt check your instagram dms and letting your phone ring every time he called.
you fought yourself from answering his messages, you missed him, missed his touch.
you tried telling yourself it was the sex you missed. that once you fuck someone else you’d have no feelings towards him, and so you let harry potter go down on you but all you could think about was the first time you had gotten with theo.
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it was cold, the breeze chilling your legs as you rubbed your hands on your thighs for some warmth in that area.
your date had gone sour, and what sucked was he was your ride home but you both had disagreed about something which caused him to leave. that and you were hoping to get laid but your fingers could get you off just fine.
you pressed your phone to your ear, calling your brother for a ride.
“hello?”
“b/n can you come pick me up? please?” you pleaded, teeth chattering. you would’ve gone inside the nice cafe but it had been closed.
“im at Blaise’s” b/n sighed. you groaned irritably. blaise’s of fucking course he was at blaise’s which was two hours away.
“i can ask theo to pick you up. that good? hes dorm” b/n suggested, you could hear blaise and draco in the background almost feeling bad for calling while he was with his friends.
“yeah yeah theos fine” you said taking up the offer, hell you wouldnt care if it was enzo that picked you up and you and enzo did not get along—he annoyed you more than your brother at some points in time.
b/n hung up and three minutes later you got a text from theo asking where you were at.
theo’s truck came into view and you hurried inside of it. shutting the door and relishing in the warm air coming from the vents. putting on your seatbelt then rubbing your hands on your legs to warm them up faster.
“thank you” you sighed happily, ready to go to your dorm and take a shower.
“no biggie” theo said and smiled softly at you before he started driving. rain started, theo went slower on the now slick roads. you couldn’t believe how dark it gotten even though it was only seven pm.
“so what happened?” theo asked, glancing over at you for a second, eyes taking in your appearance. you noticed a small almost not noticeable if you didnt look at him in time, a small and quick lip bite.
you laughed softly, leaning back against the leather seats. “date gone sour. he was my ride back to the dorms but we didnt get along and he left” you said summing up the experience for his sake or maybe for yours, rather just forget about it then dwell on it.
theo shook his head, “dickhead” was all he muttered and you laughed softly.
you stilled when theos hand reached your thigh, squeezing a bit. your eyes trailed from his hands—his perfectly sculpted hands to his bicep then to his neck then finally his face. a smug look on his face, butterflies filled your stomach.
was theo always this attractive? yes but did you truly see it before now? no he was just like all your brothers friends and he was the only one you could stand to be around more than five minutes other than blaise.
his fingers traveled up and up and up slowly, finally reaching your silk panties. his fingers grazed over your clothed slit, testing the waters, you let out a soft moan. watching his wrist disappear and reappear from out of your skirt.
moving your panties to the side. his middle finger grazed your clit as you opened your legs a bit for him. he smirked at this, a small chuckle coming from him as he continued to drive.
your clit continued to be toyed with by theo, sometimes moving his finger down to bring some of your wetness up to your clit. you moaned as he did as he pleased.
theos pants got tighter, you could see the print from where you were sitting. biting your lip before moving your hand that was gripping the edge of the passenger seat to his wrist, moving his hand away from you which made him glance over at you with a slightly confused face.
you looked around, the road was empty, not a car in sight. trees all around.
your hands went to his sweatpants, rubbing theos cock through the fabric before getting his cock out fully. theos breathing got quicker.
theo pulled over once you started to suck him off, relaxing into his seat as your tongue swirled around him. theo grabbed your hair, making sure it didnt go into your face.
“fuck—keep going, just like that” theo groaned, his eyes rolling back and his head pushed back onto the head rest a bit. theo pushed your head down quickly causing you to choke a bit. theo laughed a bit before you started sucking on his tip causing him moan mid laugh.
you bobbed your head a few times before theo pulled you off his cock, a string of saliva connecting you to his cock as theo muttered a quick “alright, up” and then the string was broken from him smashing his lips onto yours.
sloppy kisses as he leaned his seat back and guided you onto his lap. his cock pressed between his abdomen and your cunt.
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you came at the thought of it which harry’s tongue lapping and sucking at your cunt. you had to hold back from moaning theos name. you went down on harry after then you two just started a little friends with benefits.
you still missed theo, missed sneaking into his truck in the middle of the night more times than you could remember during the winter break whether it was for sex or just to hang out. missed getting goodnight and morning texts from him.
missed sneaking around your brother even though it made thing difficult, you wanted to be able to tell people but you knew you couldnt but the sneaking around part was also exciting.
harry did help, he took your mind off theo at times. you and harry normally sent nudes and sexted but when he wasn’t busy with his school work or his track meets and when you were free, you guys would meet up and give each other head; not having gone all the way yet.
but now, it was spring break. no more having to be aware of where you were and were he was at all times just so you didn’t have a chance of bumping into him.
your parents were so happy you and your brother came home for spring break and not gone with your friends, draco,mattheo and blaise offered you and b/n to go on a road trip with them but you both declined.
three days into spring break and your parents went to your guys’ aunts house to help spring clean. they were going to stay for two nights and for you and b/n to be responsible and not tear up the house.
your phone buzzed, groaning as you moved your hand around trying to find it as you watched american horror story on your laptop. you moved your blanket and your phone finally was found.
cho<3
cant come over :( ceds having diner with my parents
you sighed, reading over her message. now you had no plans, you were hoping she’d come over and now you were out of luck and didn’t feel like going out plus you didn’t have your own car.
you
have fun with ced ;)
read
tossing your phone down with a sigh, turning your attention to your laptop.
your phone buzzed again, you picked it up.
theo.
stop ignoring me.
you sighed again then tossed your phone somewhere on your blanket. laying your head down on your pillow then dragging your finger on the mousepad to skip the intro of the new episode.
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you groaned as you woke up, it was now dark and “are you still watching” was on your laptop screen.
loud noises were heard from downstairs, you sat up and checked your phone. you had a few snaps from blaise, luna, ginny and ron and a message from theo hours ago just saying “ok” you furrowed your brow as you read it off your notification center.
you moved your laptop to the end of your bed. getting up and stretching before going to your drawer and pulling out a pair of cute pink panties and an oversized shirt.
leaving your room with your clothes and heading down the hall to the bathroom. walking past b/ns room, his door was open which was unusual unless one of his friends were over but no one was in there.
stripping off your clothes then getting into the shower, letting the hot water run down your skin. scrubbing your skin with your favorite body wash then rinsing off your body.
you heard voices, not just your brothers but someone else’s. your heart sank as you hurried and put on your clothes. quickly cleaning up water that had gotten on the floor with a towel then putting it into the laundry basket as your brushed your teeth.
finishing up in the bathroom, after putting on lotion and doing your skin care routine. you walked to your room about to open your door before you heard it.
a laugh, not just any laugh but theodore fucking notts laugh.
maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you. you tip toed to the stairs, taking a couple steps down then crouching to try and see without going all the way down the stairs. peeking through the railing, and there he was.
theo and b/n talking, you cursed at yourself in your head as theo glanced up at you. theo smirked.
hurrying up the couple steps then to your room. chewing on your nails, now you were just going to stay in your room til he left.
this was supposed to be a relaxing break in which you did not have to watch your back 24/7. you plopped onto your bed, groaning in the process. maybe theo was just here to hang out with b/n and that was it, you knew theo wouldn’t pull anything in front of him but it didn’t save you from the awkward tension, or seeing him when walking to the kitchen or bathroom.
just stay in your room and don’t come out, that was your plan.
you spent hours in your room, trying to watch show after show to keep your mind off theo being in your house but you couldnt he kept slipping into your mind and clouding it up with thoughts of only him and no one else.
staring at your ceiling, realizing your first plan was not working and you were not getting over him and perhaps the plan made it worse.
your eyes felt heavy and you started to drift off.
waking up thirsty in your dark room, rubbing your eyes before feeling around you bed for your phone. finally finding it and turning on your flashlight. finding your way to plug in your fairy lights.
now you could finally see. it was 1 am and you heard noises from b/ns room hoping they had moved in there to do whatever they do when they hung out so youd have a better chance of not seeing theo.
putting on a pair of shorts and then opening your door, looking towards your brothers door. hoping they were both in there. you headed to the kitchen, letting out a breath once you finally reached the kitchen.
grabbing a bottle of water, you flicked the kitchen light off before heading back to your room. you successfully got a bottle of water without seeing theo.
you took off your shorts before getting into your bed. checking your messages and scrolling through twitter, your back facing your door and head on your pillow as read tweet after tweet.
you heard your door click open, you put your phone face down before turning over.
“theo what the fuck are you doing in here?” you asked, your voice raising. theo shushed you, as he shut your door.
“shut up, do you want b/n to wake up?” theo scoffed, stepping closer to your bed. you shook your head no.
the tension was thick, watching him take in your appearance then you took in his own. you felt the urge to kiss him, your body longing for his.
theo huffed and ran his fingers through his hair, shaking his head a bit. “why are you in here?” you asked, sitting up in your bed. covering yourself with your blanket.
“you know why the fuck im in here y/n” theo said, getting even closer to your bed. you both looking into each other’s eyes, you sat up onto your knees. you hopped he was feeling the same way you were, missing you like you missed him and theo did.
theo had been going crazy since you started ignoring him, not being able to ask b/n about you or tell him too tell you to text him back. theo connected the dots on you viewing the video on b/ns story of him and pansy and then right after you started to ghost him, he knew the video is what caused it.
that was the only time him and pansy kissed, they were both drunk and it was just in the moment nothing more. pansy was strictly a friend, theo and her talked about it after they kissed that he had feelings for you and pansy promised not to tell. theo wanted to tell you in person but you avoided him.
theo leaned down locking your lips roughly, your hands went to his sides and his hands trailed up your hip making your shirt rise and a bit. he started to push you back a bit, getting off your knees and moving back to sit, letting him push you back.
both of you gasping into each other, hands gripping and fondling each other. your legs opened for him to rest between. “i heard you started fucking around with harry” theo said between kisses as his hand rubbed up your thigh to your waist then to your clothed cunt.
you moaned softly, his thumb grazing over your clit, moving up and down teasingly. “its nothing serious” you whined under him, his thumb adding more pressure.
“did he fuck you?” theo asked, looking down at you. you shook your head no, looking up at him. “say it out loud whore” he scoffed, roughly taking your face with his hand and pulling towards him.
“no” you mumbled, his thumb still working on your clothed clit taking away the slight pain from his grip on your face. your legs spread more, a small wet patch on your panties formed.
“good girl” he cooed, his fingers moved your panties to the side then running his middle finger along your bare cunt making you shiver. “my sweet girl” theo added sweetly.
you gasped as his hand lifted then landed on your cunt with a hard smack, your thighs quickly closed as you let out a soft hiss. “you’ve been so bad lately” theo sighed, gently spreading your legs, fingertips brushing over your thighs before smacking your cunt again.
thighs closing quickly, a whimper left your lips. theos grip still on your face, letting the sting calm as he rubbed your thigh. “ignoring me over a five second video we could’ve talked about” theo whispered, your eyes grew wide. theos hand moving your legs open again.
“m’sorry i should’ve talked to you about it” you admitted in a whine, as his middle finger grazed your clit softly. another slap, you moaned. your hand reached to cup your cunt to help calm the sting.
theos lips pressed against your forehead, “and we’ll talk about it later” he whispered, his hand pushing away your hand softly to rest on your bed then his came back to cunt with loving strokes on your clit.
“but for now i’ve missed your cunt” he whispered, letting go of your face and kissing you then trailing the kisses down to your neck, his hand moving from your clit to push up your shirt.
theo tossed your shirt onto the floor before his lips met your skin again, going down and down leaving wet kisses down your chest and abdomen then above your panties. looking up at you, then hooking his fingers around the thin fabric and pulling it down your legs and letting it drop from his hands onto the floor.
one hand pushed your leg back, holding at the bend of your knee pinning it to the bed. theos other hand came to cunt, running his finger along your slit a couple of times before spreading you with fingers. “you’re so wet” theo commented, his eyes trained on your glistening cunt.
“did harry make you this wet?” theo asked in a harsh tone, glaring up at you, theos finger slipping inside you. shaking your head ‘no’ as his finger pumped in and out. his fingers were big, much bigger than harry’s and your own. theos thumb found your clit and rubbed in circles.
theo removed his hand from you, then landing a slap on your clit. “what did i say about saying it out fucking loud” theo spat harshly.
“cmon you whore, tell me, did he make you this wet” theo said, your cunt clenched around nothing.
“no” you moaned out, his fingers finding you again.
“there we go, you can be so good for me when you try” theo whispered against your thigh, biting at your inner thigh as his fingers made you moan and whine out for him to keep going.
you looked down at him between your legs, “something you want princess? you’re gonna have to ask for it” theo teased.
“please, please” you mumbled, your eyes rolling back, clenching around his fingers.
“tell me what you want my love” theo said watching you, admiring you and your state. admiring the way your back arches at his finger tips and how you can’t think straight when he’s touching you.
you whimpered, the coil tightening and tightening. “your cock please theo, please” you begged, theo smiled.
theo kissed your clit before easing his fingers out of you, you leaned up trying not to think of how empty you felt. your hands pulling off theos shirt, then his sweatpants and boxers letting his cock spring out.
you leaned over, opening the drawer in your nightstand then feeling around and finally feeling the condoms you had.
taking one then leaning back to theo, going back to rest on your knees. leaning up and kissing him, taking the condom out of the wrapper as you kissed down his neck.
rolling the condom onto him, theo pushed you back down. theos hands moving your legs to his waist.
theo pulled back, taking his cock, teasing his tip at your entrance before pushing into you. “oh fuck” you moaned, gripping at the pillow above you. your eyes squeezing shut and your mouth fell open. theos hand gripped your thigh harshly, digging his nails into your skin.
theo wanted to tell you how good you felt but couldn’t form words, trying not to cum from just the first thrust in. having to take a minute for himself after being in you fully.
you clenched around him when you felt him start to pull out then push back in. theos hips going slow at first then getting faster and faster as he went.
his name falling from your lips as he continued to fuck you, leaning back and harshly pulling you to him.
theo leaned forward, his head finding its way to the crook of your neck. heavy breathing and theo groans and your whimpers filled the room, the both of you trying to stay quieter since b/n was across the hall.
“let me on top” you whispered, against his ear then a soft kiss followed.
a kiss was placed on your neck, “are you sure?” theo asked still thrusting at a quick pace. you nodded. theo pulled out of you, moving with occasional kisses as theo helped you get on top of him.
theos back rested against your head board, you glanced down, theo helped you line yourself up with him before pushing yourself down onto his cock. your eyes squeezed shut, head rolling back and theo kissed on your neck.
you lifted then went back down, moving on him, feeling him fill you up.
theos kissed went to your mouth as you got closer, your chests almost touching. moaning into each other as you rode him. moving in a way so that your clit would get friction.
his hands gripped your hips, helping you move on him. his cock throbbed in you.
“y’feel so good” theo moaned, he was close and didn’t know how long he’d last from now.
theos fingers went to your clit, rubbing, causing you to shutter against him and whimper loudly, “cum for me princess” theo demanded.
clenching around theos cock as he rubbed your clit faster, theo thrusted up a little. your legs shook, shuddering as you came on his cock.
moans and soft hums came from you as it became too much. theo moving you up and down as you came down, “mmh too much, too much” you whined, clinging onto theo. your head resting in the crook of his neck, his hands moving to your ass, guiding you up and down.
theo moaned as he came, filling the condom with a few thrusts.
your fingers traced shapes on his chest as his hands moved from your ass to your waist and one to your thigh, rubbing comfortably.
his lips pressed against your forehead before moving you off him gently.
theo tossed the condom into the trash, putting on his boxers. grabbing tissues and then coming to clean you up.
opening your drawers for a new pair of underwear and a shirt then coming back to your tired frames and helping you dress.
slipping into your bed, moving your blankets to cover the both of you. theo reached for your phone that laid behind you as you got comfortable with your head on his chest.
theo knew your password, unlocking your phone and getting on snapchat and sending a pic of you on his chest to harry then blocked him, going to messages and instagram and blocking him on there also.
going back to messages and turning on your read receipts for himself then sitting your phone back down.
“you wanna talk about that video now?” theo asked, his fingertips dancing along you back.
you hummed in agreement.
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Draco x non-house-specific she/her!reader
Empty Space
Dragging your suitcase behind you, you began counting the steps you took, to further extend your effort of keeping your mind occupied by anything but the weather. If it had been snowing you could forgive the cruel London cold, and even then the likelihood of your favourite kind of weather bringing you joy was next to none, given the circumstances. Darting your gaze upwards, you manage to avoid walking straight into someone who was staring down at their phone while you swerved around them. As you neared the station, you spotted something from the corner of your eye and quickly turned to investigate it further. Despite it being impossible to see him in the muggle world, you found yourself convinced that you were staring at the faint reflection of Draco Malfoy in a shop window. Instinctively you spun around to face him, but nobody was there, and when you looked back towards the window the echo of him had disappeared. Shame filled you, and you lowered your head once more, continuing your brisk walk to the train station.
I don’t see you,
You’re not in every window I look through.
After all these years of attending Hogwarts, you would think that by now you’d know the route to the platform off by heart, but still you found yourself puzzled over the map you held in your hands as you followed the route you had carefully drawn out with a green marker. When you neared the wall that led you to your platform, you were greeted by the sight of half a dozen first years making their way to platform nine and three quarters. You couldnt help but smile at their excitement, but as the memories of the start of your first year flooded your mind and you remembered catching a glimpse of a certain platinum haired boy before he crossed through the wall, your smile fell.
And I don’t miss you,
You’re not in every single thing I do.
Little did you know on the other side of the wall, he, too, was staring longingly while his friends stood around him, gossiping about things that never mattered to him. He was waiting desperately to see you come through the wall, but his friends ushered him onto the train just seconds before he could have seen you again. The two of you missed each other by a fraction of a second, and neither of you knew.
Nor did you know that you sat in train carriages that were next to each other, both of you staring out of the windows with similar but simultaneously completely different thought processes. While you felt shame, embarrassment, and a desperate yearning for the boy that had left you behind, Draco felt guilt and a sense of stubborn determination; he was at war with himself, trying as hard as he could to constantly convince himself that you were never right for him.
I don’t think we’re meant to be,
And you are not the missing piece.
The carriage you were sat in held other students who were thankfully not in your year, and therefore wouldnt want to create small talk about what you did over the holiday. Thoughts clouding your mind had left you utterly oblivious to their conversation, until one of them spoke a name that previously set your heart on fire, but more recently was the cause for a pit forming in your stomach.
“What do you think is going on with Draco Malfoy?” One of the younger students asked the others.
Immediately your ears were tuned into their conversation, but your gaze stayed fixed on the raindrops hitting the train window.
“I dont know, and I really dont care. He’s stopped bullying us and seemingly everyone else, that’s all that matters.” Their friend responded bluntly.
Another chirped up. “I guess you’re right, it just seems a little…odd? It makes me uncomfortable that he just walks past us now, and he looks so sad all the time.”
The pit in your stomach grew until you feared it would swallow you completely. You dont want to admit that their conversation worries you, but you cant help it.
I won’t hear it,
Whenever anybody says your name.
Ever since the day he walked away from you last year, you have done your best to avoid seeing him at every opportunity possible. During the classes you shared and had previously been work partners in, you quietly asked your professors to assign you a seat next to literally anybody else, because after what had happened you simply couldnt face him. Anytime you werent required to be in class, you stayed in your dormitory, because there you could be sure that Draco would not see you. But there were times you couldnt avoid him, such as every meal, and it was those occasions that reminded you of why you couldnt be in his presence anymore. Because you couldnt help but glance up from your food to look at him, expecting to see him laughing and having the time of his life without you, but never being greeted by a sight. Instead, the sight your eyes landed on, was Draco staring down at his food with his chin in his hand, not eating, and not talking. Even with how evidently out of character he was acting, the sight of him was enough to set your body alight, and that was a feeling that should have ended.
You didnt know that he was fully aware of just how badly you were trying to avoid him. Despite what he had said and done to you, the hurt he felt when you first moved seats in potions class brought a pain to his chest that he was surprised by. Of course, the moment he had ended things he had doubted whether it was the right thing to do, but he had managed to mostly convince himself after that. However, upon realising the physical and emotional distance that was growing by the day that he had caused, Draco fell into a terrible despair as the side of him that he believed to be irrational told him that what he had done was the furthest away from what was right. His appetite disappeared, because the only thing he felt starved of was the warmth of the fire in his heart that only you could start.
And I won’t feel it,
Even when I’m burstin’ into flames.
The day he walked away was something you wished you could forget, and ever since it happened you wished you could forget every moment you had spent with him. After being cold towards you for three days, you confronted Draco in the hallway, standing in his way as he tried to walk to his next class. You questioned him, but not in a way that was even slightly accusing, all you wanted to know was if he was alright, if you had done something to make him act the way he was, and that killed him. He had tried so hard to make you angry at him because that would make what he had planned to do so much easier, but you could never hate him. With a blank expression, and eyes that wouldnt meet yours, Draco explained that he no longer felt love for you, that he wondered if he had actually ever loved you at all because of how quickly he managed to fall out of love with you. If looks could kill, the way your face contorted in pain as your heart fractured inside your chest could have sent Draco straight to the stairway of heaven. Or, more reasonably for what he had done, the long road down to hell. He did his best to stay composed and stop himself from looking at you, but just a half second glance at you was enough to send him speed walking past you without another word.
As you stood there, frozen, you didnt see Draco hurriedly wiping away the tears rolling down his cheeks as he rushed into the bathroom down the hall. He stared at his reflection in the mirror and compartmentalised how he felt, deciding that the pain in his heart was simply caused by how obviously he had hurt you, and was definitely not a result of him forcing himself to let you go. It couldnt be that, because what he did was the right thing to do for you, and he wasnt allowed to regret that, not even for a second.
I don’t regret the day I left,
I don’t believe that I was blessed.
But as hard as he tried to tell himself it was right, Draco was losing the battle within himself. If his efforts to keep you safe from harm meant that you were so broken that you hid yourself away from everyone, had he really kept you safe at all?
And no matter what you told yourself, you could never truly wish that you would forget every memory you ever made with Draco. You knew the spell that could do just that, but even if those memories meant nothing to him anymore, why would you voluntarily erase the happiest moments of your life?
Neither of you were being honest, to yourselves or each other.
I’m probably lyin’ to myself again.
While you welcomed the feeling of loneliness, Draco couldnt stand it. You accepted it as what your life was going to be, you knew that nobody else could ever come close to him, the silence couldnt be filled by anyone but him, and if you couldnt have him you would live with silence. But Draco couldnt bear it. He became so desperate for any form of romantic connection that he resorted to sleeping with Pansy, but after just one incident, he quickly came to the same realisation you did: if he couldnt have you, he would be by himself, because nobody could possibly compare to you.
I’m alone in my head,
And lookin’ for love in this stranger’s bed,
But I don’t think I’ll find it,
‘Cause only you could fill this empty space.
While Draco battled his opposing convictions, you wallowed in your conclusion. If Draco had so easily dropped you, how could you possibly believe that his love for you was ever real? He told you himself that he was unsure of that exact point, and that only made it more impossible for your mind to argue against, so you gave up. Although you werent letting your grades slip, your professors noticed the change in you. In classes, you were less responsive, less involved, and the humour you brought to every class you attended seemed to evaporate into the air. Initially, Draco’s reaction was much the same, but after the holiday, he often didnt bother attending classes at all. This, naturally, filled you with a worry that you resented for still existing, and it sent your mind spiralling off with potential answers that explained why he was so frequently absent. Could it be that he really hated you so much that he couldnt stand being in the same classroom as you anymore? You turned into a machine that got it’s work done and worried about Draco, and nothing else. You were lost the moment you lost him.
Overthinking.
I don’t know who I am without you.
The anxiety that the situation brought you gave an even more noticeable problem to the attention of your professors, who all quietly discussed both yours and Draco’s wellbeing. Of course, the professors knew what Draco was going through in his transition into a Death Eater, and they agreed that keeping you in the dark was the best way to keep you safe, but was it worth losing the person you were before? His parents supported his actions too, regardless of their love for you and the happiness you brought Draco. That was part of the problem, he knew that so many people believed his actions to be right, and logically, they were. But he had to lie to you, break you into pieces so small that it wouldnt be possible for you to find a way back to loving him again. He let the words of his superiors instruct him to a fate worse than any mission the Dark Lord could test him with, a fate that was worse than death itself. Draco cheated the Dark Lord by pushing you away and keeping you oblivious as to what was going on, so that you couldnt be used as a pawn to test his obedience, but cheating the Dark Lord didnt go without consequences, and Draco was paying the price.
I’m a liar and a cheat,
I let my ego swallow me.
Draco hid in his dormitory when he was supposed to be in classes, avoiding you more than you had avoided him before, and for a different reason. You couldnt face him because you felt so suddenly insignificant and meaningless to him, while he couldnt face you because you were absolutely everything to him, and he could no longer fight the fact that if he saw you again he would do anything in his power to get you back. And because of how desperate he was to keep you safe, he forced himself even further away from you.
And that’s why I might never see you again.
Draco sat on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, his throat raw from the past hour he had spent sobbing hysterically because his heart yearned for you so painfully. His swollen red eyes lifted their hooded gaze and stared out of the window at the snow that was falling, and his breath got caught in his throat. Winter was always your favourite time of year. He remembered the bright smile that would stay plastered on your face from the second the snow started falling until the moment it stopped, he remembered the relentless snowball fights, the laughter, your rosy cheeks, your soft mittens against his face as he kissed you. He broke, his body shivering as endless streams of tears fell from his eyes. Because of him, you may never feel such happiness again. He ruined you, and for that he is nothing short of a monster.
I’m alone in my head.
Noticing Draco’s absence again, you felt a gentle tug at your worn heartstrings, this had been happening for months now. You tried to distract yourself by glancing out of the classroom window. The sight of snowflakes dancing towards the ground brought a nostalgic warmth to you, and you wondered if wherever Draco was right now, he was looking at the snow too. Internally kicking yourself, you raise your hand and turn towards Professor McGonagall.
“Excuse me, Professor, but can I be excused for a moment, please?” You asked her politely.
Professor McGonagall’s eyes widened, she knew that whatever the reason was for your request, it was important enough for you to speak up for the first time in months, so she nodded, giving you permission to leave. Without any further hesitation, you rose from your seat and exited the classroom. No matter what Draco had said or done, both you and him would be alone if you didnt do something about it, because he’s far too stubborn to do so. The only way to resolve this was for you to try.
'Cause only you could fill this empty space.
After asking a few portraits if they had seen him, you were informed that Draco had hidden himself in his dormitory in the Slytherin quarters. Not a particularly clever hiding place, you thought to yourself as you approached the Slytherin entrance and spoke the password without even having to think about it. He’s almost made it easy for you to find him.
Standing in the doorway of the dormitory that he shares with the other Slytherin boys, your eyes immediately locked onto the sight of him crying into his hands, with his back to you, and his body facing the window.
“Draco…” You spoke softly from the doorway.
He silenced, and frantically rose to his feet, turning to face you with a well-rehearsed harsh expression that he should have known you could always see right through.
“Leave me alone.” Draco spat, but you could hear that the tone in his voice has defensive, he was scared.
“No.” You told him confidently.
“Didnt you hear me? Get out!” Draco pointed towards the door.
“Did you hear me? Did you ever hear me, all those times I said I’d never leave you? Just because you’ve left me doesnt mean Im going to do the same to you. So go ahead, get angry, ignore me entirely, cast a spell to throw me out of this room, because I will just come right back in! Im staying.”
Draco was stunned, he hadnt anticipated such a response from you, and it was enough to break his defences. He should have known, you would always be enough to get through to him.
'Cause only you could fill this empty space.
Draco crumbled before your eyes, and without sparing a second thought, you ran towards him and pulled him into your arms. With his defences destroyed, Draco had no reason to stop himself from wrapping his arms around you, holding you tighter than he ever had before, because he had made the mistake of letting you go.
“Merlin’s beard, (Y/N), I am so sorry, for e-everything! I lied to you, about everything, b-because I couldnt ask you t-to stay once you knew the truth, I couldnt do that to you, I couldnt put you in danger! It’s my job to keep you safe, and I sacrificed everything to do that, I lost you, and y-you are everything!” Draco stumbled over his words, his cries getting caught in his throat and causing his body to shiver in fear. “I-I couldnt ask you to keep loving me once you knew the truth.”
I couldn’t make you love me.
You tried to pull away from him slightly so that you could calm him down, but he cried out and held you flush against him. Rubbing circles into his back with one hand while running your fingers through his hair with the other, you gently shushed him until his breathing had calmed down considerably.
“Draco, I want you to listen to me. Whatever it is that’s going on, it will not stop me loving you, nothing has the power to do that. Tell me what’s scared you so much, and we can work through it, together. I promise you that whatever it is, we can handle it better together.” You spoke softly, continuing to reassure him with your actions as well as your words.
“I cant ask you to love a Death Eater, (Y/N).” Draco whimpered.
You shook your head. “I dont love a Death Eater.” Draco’s body stiffened at your words as he braced for you to break his heart, and you continued. “I love you, Draco, and you are not a Death Eater. I dont yet know your reasons, but I know that you did not enter into that through your own choice, because I know you. You dont have to ask for me to keep loving you under any circumstances, because I will continue to do so unconditionally.”
I couldn’t make you love me.
Draco’s previously swarming negative thoughts suddenly fell silent. He couldnt believe what he was hearing, but the more he thought about it he wondered how he could have ever thought you would say anything else.
“You know the danger you’re put in by being with me? I could be asked to kill you, or you could die at someone else’s hand because of me! Even if I dont have to ask you to love me through this, Im asking a lot of you in regards to putting yourself at risk. Staying away from me would be the best thing for you, my darling.” Draco gave one last feeble attempt at pushing you away, and you stepped back from him slightly. This time he let you go, because he thought you were saving yourself.
“We already tried staying away from each other and I’d rather not go through that again. We havent tried facing this together yet, so how about we give it a shot before you deem it to be impossible?” You smiled at him playfully, and he couldnt hold back the chuckle that fell from his lips.
“I suppose you’re right, but you know me, ever the pessimist.” Draco joked as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, gentle caressing your cheek with his fingertips as he did.
You reach up to hold his hand against your cheek. “And you know me, always the one to remind you that optimism isnt always a bad idea.”
He rested his forehead against yours, staring deeply into your eyes. “I tried so hard to make you hate me, you know.”
You tut at him. “And yet you didnt have to try at all to make me fall in love with you.”
Draco grinned down at you. “Didnt I?“
You rolled your eyes teasingly. "I didnt fall in love with you for the roses you sent me or the necklaces you’d buy me, those were things you made a conscious effort to do. But the way you smile at me, the secrets you confide in me, how you look at me when you think I cant see you, the way you make me feel whenever you’re with me, those are just a few of the things I fell in love with you for, because they were just so truly you. You couldnt have made me fall in love with you, you didnt even have to try.”
Draco smirked smugly. “I couldnt make you love me, you just couldnt help yourself, is that it?”
You sighed in mock disappointment at his response. “I see your ego is back in check!”
Draco laughed, taking his hands in yours and swinging them around in the gap between your bodies. "Hey, it’s not my fault, you’re bringing me back from the dead, I wasnt me without you!”
You giggled. “What do you need to fully bring you back, then? The kiss of life?“
His eyes lit up at the idea, and he nodded wordlessly, slowly leaning forward and closing his eyes to capture your lips with his own. The kiss is soft and brief, but it’s enough to reignite the fire shared between the two of you. Draco pulled away reluctantly and rested his forehead against yours, smiling down at you again.
"I dont think you could have purposefully made me fall in love with you either, but I’ve never been more thankful for such a perfect accident.”
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So we've established they have a thing. This weird thing because for the last month of fourth year, there is no Harry without Draco. Only their friends understand how far beyond they have gone with this. Greg falls over Harry's broomstick in the evenings when they take naps after flying together. Blaise is sure Harry is stealing his charms homework. Hermione is getting real tired of Draco stealing her books in Gryffindor tower, and did Ron just see Draco take all the pillows from his bed.
"GIVE THEM BACK MALFOY, THEIR MINE! HARRY"
Hary does not care, he just grabs his Draco who is in a tug of war with Ron, pulling the pillow with them so he can finally sleep. Ron shouts curses at the both of them and threatens to smother the blonde.
"Try it" Harry says only it sounds like a real threat.
The Slytherins and Gryffindors are confused and are really tired of the duo who seem think that they can whatever they want. If anyone's tries to confront them, Draco starts crying and then Harry gets hex happy. Even Proffesor Dumbeldore who has tried to seperate the pair is astounded when the two just hide from him ( invisibility cloak) when he tries to speak with them. Uncle Sev just looked at the two in Potions and walked away when Draco did sad puppy eyes at him because he tried to take Harry away. Flitwick didn't care much when the two applied a sticking charm and were "forced to be sat next to each other, instead gave points for a well applied charm.
They haven't spoken about what happens in two days. When the hogwarts express is to come. Harry was named champion but there has been no official word from him.
It happens like before, Moody seems to really have it out for Draco. They are in the court yard and Draco is laughing at Weasley about something ridiculous when Moody shoots a spell at Draco knocking him away from Harry. He tries to pull Harry away from the crowd in the name of helping him from the scum. To bad Harry has just seen Draco be knocked unconscious from hitting the wall. So he snaps a little. Okay he snaps a lot. He explodes Moody flinging him in the air. How does he like to be treated like a ragdoll. Of course the teachers intervene but everyone has seen what happens when they hurt Harry's Draco.
All to say fake Moody disappears. Only someone has a map and the map never lies. So they tell Uncle Sev that Moody is still in the castle. Who was the imposter, who cares because Harry will end whoever it was when he finds out.
Harry is dreading going back to his aunts. How is he supposed to let Draco go home. He bites his nails to the quick, but Draco restores them easily. Instead, Draco just tells Harry not to worry about it. They will be fine. Draco is a liar. He has already done a million scenarios in his head and he cried with half of them.
The drive back to Private Drive is agony.
Harry is being yelled to get in the house with his trunks to be put away in his cupboard under the stairs when he knocks into someone that was standing behind him.
" Merlin, even when I'm trying to rescue you I'm the damsel"
Draco sent a letter to his mother stating he would going with his friends so he could kidnap Harry, and with Malfoy was able to get a port key to Brazil because France would be good as he is familiar with it but he isn't trying to be found. So Brazil it is.
Harry has never been so happy that Draco is a spoiled brat that doesn't listen when people say that he has to be at the Dursley's for "safety reason". Draco of course heard something about "he couldn't see Harry at his residence because of wards wouldnt allow him entry or what not" but if Harry never enters the premises then he can't be kept out.
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(1) of the summaries
A summary of Pansy Parkinson:
Pansy was born into a rich family, and growing up she was close to her mother who thought her everything she needed to know, to keep a family together and a household going. In her early childhood she was close friends with Dorothea Nott, Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle and Vincent Crabbe. She always viewed herself as the queen and Draco as the king of their group, their familys supported her mindset and it always looked like she and Draco would marry some day.
When she entered hogwarts she was quick to adopt Daphne Greengrass, Tracy Davis and Milicent Bulstrode into her little found family, she also tried to befriend Blaise Zabini but while he liked her, he wasnt as servile as the others. Instead of idolizing Draco and Pansy he spend most of his time hanging out with Y/N in the library. Dorothea who always used to be quiet and shy was quick to befriend Blaise and Y/N aswell and distanced herself from Pansy. Pansy who wasnt used to rejection blaimed Y/N, for stealing her friends. Eventually in their second year she grew closer to Y/N and they aktually became close friends, but Pansy was still quiet irriated everytime Y/N, Blaise or Theo wouldnt mindlessly follow her lead. In the fourth Year she and Draco were naturally partners at the yule ball, but when he spend more time with Y/N instead of her she found that she wasnt mad or jealous instead she was happy for her friends. She found out that she never actually loved Draco and her plans for the future were just childish fantasys. Even tho she knew that she and Draco would never actually date or get married, she wanted to keep the appearance up, so she helped her friends to keep their relationship a secret and pretended to her familys that she was the one dating Draco.
But at the end of fourth year when Voldemord came back Y/N cut of her friends and broke up with Draco, Pansy decided she needed to protect her friends and cutting of Y/N was the lesser Evil. This mindset evolved over the next years and after Draco distanced himself in year six she was so scared bc of the return of you know who that she got anxious everytime one of her friends wasnt in her reach. It got so bad that she got panic attacks everytime she didnt knew where one of her friend were and had problems sleeping bc she woke up multiple times a night to check on her friends.
After The final battle she moved in with Daphne, Daphne who mourned Tracys death and Pansy who battled her PTSD and Depression gave each other comfort, it took a lot of time until they finally gave into their feelings. Pansy never had time to think about love and sexuality, after she relized that Draco and she would never end up together, she was simply to busy taking care of her friends, there were Theos coming out Dracos secret relationship, Gregorys and Vincents troubles in school etc. etc.
Pansy is an incredible woman and a great friend. She often gets underestimated bc she is very feminine and never openly shows her Strength but that just makes her even more powerful.
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its crazy late but
@drarrymicrofic prompt: blanket fort
(there’s no plot. none. just dudes being guys, guys being pals)
(caution: not very micro, more like a one shot. a whole lot of anecdotes. i’m writing this under a blanket with snow beating at my window, so of course this has to be very soft and warm. you have been warned)
“Hello?” Harry says into the dark. He’s just gotten home and instead of seeing the familiar orange hue of their beetle-shaped lamp (a gift from Luna, of course), there’s a single sliver of moonlight slipping through the curtains. Nothing else seems to exist in the living room but the echo of Harry’s greeting. Tangerine and sage drift into his nose, followed by the bitter tang of smoke. The scent of Draco’s favorite candle, newly extinguished.
Draco just left. Discovered a breakthrough in his research and fled to the Ministry lab, maybe.
Harry sighs. Unlaces his boots and hangs up his coat absentmindedly only for it to crumple onto the floor. Another sigh. He bends and retrieves it, deciding instead to throw it in the laundry bin. Might as well; he’s been trudging around in Dayhound mucus for hours and neither his dragonhide boots nor coat were spared.
Walking into the kitchen, Harry grabs a glass from the drying rack and pours himself water from the pitcher in the fridge. It’s ridiculous how a simple act like this can drain his energy so, but it does. Curse breaking isn’t a walk in the park; even walking hurts, considering the amount of magic he expends on shite like a 500-year-old wailing locket on a day to day basis. Exposure to different kinds of magic - dark, Old Magick, elemental, countlessly and endlessly more- for 8 hours straight more often than not result in a fierce ringing in his temples and pinpricks on his skin.
After years of doing it, he can scarcely tolerate one Portkey trip from wherever he’s assigned to back to the main headquarter before getting uncontrollable shivers. Another 30 minutes on the metro, then a 10-minute walk home. In addition, Harry has to sleep for at least 8 hours every night to replenish his energy. Morning comes, he wakes up, Apparates to the headquarter, and the cycle continues.
Why does he even stick with curse breaking at this point? Right, a wry grin graces Harry’s lips, Draco thinks the uniform is hot. Oh, and can’t forget the job benefits, insurance, whole nine yards.
With the glass now rinsed and settled once more on the drying rack, Harry drags his feet to the bedroom. The clock - an antique Draco stole from his cheating ex - hits 7:18 PM, but getting ready to go to sleep sure sounds like a decent idea. Harry palms the back of his aching neck and winces. He’d go shower, scrub the dirt and tension off his limbs, and maybe heat up the leftovers from two days-
“There you are. I was wondering how much longer drinking water could take.”
Harry looks up from his slippered feet to see Draco. Or, more specifically, Draco’s silhouette. Behind some kind of white cloth. A white cloth that’s conveniently placed where the focus of the bedroom should’ve been.
The relief at seeing his husband evaporates.
“What,” Harry says, “where’s our bed.”
Draco’s silhouette crawls to the opening of the cloth… tent-shaped thing. Pewter grey eyes peer at him behind strands of near-platinum blonde, its icy color soothed by the orange tint of… ah, so he’s brought the bug lamp in here. Neat.
“I,” Draco answers. Pauses. “Might have brought it somewhere else.”
“Somewhere else.”
“Yes.”
Harry shakes his head. An exasperated chuckle escapes his lips.
“Is ‘somewhere else’ the recycling center?”
“Why,” Draco flops down on the floor, appearing tired of holding himself up on his elbows for more than 10 seconds. It’s peculiar to see, the gesture a bit ungraceful for someone like him. Harry is helplessly in love amused. “Do my ears deceive me? Am I being confronted, cornered, accosted for being a good husband? Were the 5 minutes it took to Shrink and Levitate the wretched old thing away from our safe haven worth your condescension, dear lover?”
“I guess I did say I hate-”
“Correct!”
“-the headboard. Nothing but the headboard. Yesterday. While I’m half asleep. Baby.”
“Oh, pish posh, I hate it too! In fact, I’m doing us both a favor disposing of the entire thing altogether.”
“God, however can I thank you? I mean, you did rid us of our bed where we sleep on.”
“You can thank me by taking off those horrid gears faster and come here,” with that, Draco crawls back to where he was sitting before.
“You love these gears,” Harry says, hanging his harnesses and tool belt in the closet and walking into the bathroom for a quick shower, “you love them against your ba-”
“Put a lock on that filthy mouth, Potter, what will the Daily Prophet think?” Draco’s yell almost drowns out the shower spray. Harry laughs, his stomach hurting for the right reason at last.
When he re-enters the bedroom, Draco is leaning out from the tent thing.
“Come, get in, get in,” he beckons with a hasty wave.
Harry points to his wet hair with the hand holding his towel. Draco clicks his tongue and waves his hand more aggressively.
His husband’s level of theatrics is directly proportional to how slow Harry is at doing what he says, so he nods, fondness overflowing, and obeys.
“What’s all this?” He crouches and crawls in, eyeing the collection of pillows and quilts surrounding Draco and what would be Harry’s seat. It seems that he had also lugged in the chairs from their dining room to provide some structural support for the tent.
“A blanket fort, lover,” Draco says, his gaze tender. Harry’s finger tips tingle with every touch of cotton, linen, silk, as he gets situated. It’s been years and years and years and years, and Harry can never get used to, can never take for granted, the weight of his husband’s undivided attention.
“Huh,” he says, sitting down with an ‘oof’, “isn’t this for kids?”
“A blanket fort is a blanket fort,” Draco takes the towel from Harry’s arm and puts the throw pillow Ron knitted in his lap. He hits a button on the laptop in front of them, and Harry’s favorite jazz collection plays. He blinks. He thought Draco would play his questionable atmospheric-white-noise-POV-you’re-having-tea-in-a-gothic-vampire-library playlist, the weirdo.
Velvety smooth sax flows through the air. Harry exhales, easy and content, and lets Draco tilt his head. He towels Harry’s hair, massaging unhurried circles on his scalp and varying the degree of pressure. In no time, his head lolls forward, eyes closed, chin a breath away from his well-worn shirt. A slender, pale hand cups his cheek and holds his head up and steady. Meanwhile, the hand’s owner leans out of the blanket fort to get something.
“Ow.” A grunt. Harry smiles; most likely a cramp from all the leaning.
Then, his husband reseats himself, this time with a smell. A mouth-watering, delicious smell, tickling the back of Harry’s nose. He opens his eyes to see Draco lifting off the lid of a ceramic bowl perched on a tray, steam floating out and fogging Harry’s glasses. It’s purple yam soup, topped with chopped up shrimp and ground beef.
“Your usual order from the Viet place nearby whenever Pepper-up isn’t sufficient,” Draco murmurs, placing a spoon in Harry’s hand, his words warm against Harry’s temple. Huh, he didn’t think Draco would notice. “You said today you’d deal with those disgusting booby traps you showed me, thus I reckoned I should put the yams on our counter into good use.”
Harry stares at the soup, stunned. Draco must have taken his expression as something else.
“Oh, right,” he says, “I heated it up on the stove, but you were taking atrociously long so I casted a Heating charm. Let me take it off, okay?”
Draco flicks his hawthorn wand, a hand squeezing Harry’s shoulder as if he could see the prickling running up Harry’s nape.
He turns to look at his husband. When Harry’s career was starting to take its toll on his magical core, Draco didn’t hesitate to dive headfirst into Muggle living. Easier said than done, and it took months for him to stop frowning at the “absolutely bizarre, Potter, bizarre” appliances, but he got there in the end. Despite his constant bitching about everything, Draco not once raised a word about the drastic switch, effortlessly guiding Narcissa to gossip about the Albescu clan’s abhorrent matriarch when she asks about how he’s faring.
“Gosh, I,” Harry says. Mumbles, really, into Draco’s collarbone, filling his brain with the woodsy aroma of potion making that no amount of expensive body products can mask, “that’s lovely, baby, thank you.”
“Eat,” Draco says, rubbing his chin on the top of Harry still-damp hair and messaging his tense neck. Harry knows he’s breathing him in too. “Or I’ll have to heat it up in the kitchen again, and forgive me but I’d rather stay here for the next 12 hours, at least.”
“Lazy arse.”
Draco laughs, a momentary rumble of his chest, then moves forward to click something on the laptop. Harry’s on his fifth spoonful of pure comfort when the jazz music stops, and on the blank wall opposite from their blanket fort is the title card of a movie. Strange, Harry didn’t even notice the mini projector. He squints.
“Why is there Korean subtitles?”
“Lover,” Draco tosses a napkin at Harry’s crossed legs, “what is watching movies online without the occasional bout of piracy?”
“Pira- piracy,” Harry chokes, the hot soup stinging his palate, “we have a Netflix subscription.”
“You can’t find shite like this on Netflix.”
“Of course we can. Baby, we don’t know anyone who’s good at computer stuff and can deal with the viruses.”
“There’s no virus here, I checked.”
“How,” Harry stresses, “and again, piracy.”
“Sometimes,” Draco says, lowering the speaker volume, “not doing crimes… is worse.”
“What the fuck,” the main character, a square-faced woman with a python around her neck, has a monologue in a completely different language. “What the fuck? Is that Italian?”
“Yes, but I’m French.”
“And?”
“And they’re both Romance languages. I can understand certain words and translate it for you.”
No, he can’t.
“Why are you looking at me like that? Keep eating,” Draco settles amid the pillows, long hair settled on his satin-clad chest, white against emerald. Harry sneers at him - an unfortunate habit he’s gotten from Draco - and turns to watch the movie.
True to his words, Draco translates every dialogue and mimics the characters’ voices with zeal, contradicting his stoic expression and somber, interlaced hands, looking like a cranky judge having to deal with reckless teenagers on their anti-authority phase. Harry can tell that he doesn’t understand a thing, and soon enough he’s woven a story about how the thriller-mystery they’re watching is actually a vicious custody battle over a duck. For each of Harry’s occasional snicker at the absurdity Draco has thought up is a playful kick at his ribs.
Minutes pass. With Harry’s bowl now emptied, he puts it on a chair and goes to wash up.
The moment he sits back down, Draco’s big toe pokes at his spine. Getting the memo, Harry grins and reclines on the pillows. His left side is flushed against Draco’s right, the kinks in his neck eased off from the angle. They, as per usual, gradually get closer to one another, and at some point, Draco lays his head on Harry’s chest and ear on his beating heart. It’s calming to him, Draco had said when Harry asked, on the third night of their honeymoon. With the war long behind them, there was nothing to fear. Only the constellations existed as their witnesses.
“You died, Harry,” he had whispered, full and tipsy. “It was the worst thing I’ve ever seen, despite all the shite I made you go through.
“You were so far away in Hagrid’s arms, I couldn’t see your face,” the night had been blinding, but his eyes had found Draco’s anyway. “It felt like my heart died with you.”
Harry had kissed his forehead and hugged him close. His heart had always been there for Draco to take.
“What’s up with the blanket fort?”
He has a lapful of Draco, a lungful of peach and cedar scented shampoo, and the sleepy timbre of his husband’s voice against his chest. The Italian movie is the last thing on Harry’s mind.
“I wasn’t aware of its existence growing up,” Draco says. “Having anything other than an immaculate bed when one wasn’t sleeping was uncouth, see, so you could imagine my surprise when Teddy demanded to play in something as messy as a fort so often.”
Harry doesn’t need to imagine it; he had witnessed it himself. Draco, freshly released from a two-year sentence in Azkaban, mellowed and tentative, yet determined to reconnect with his mother’s sister and his nephew. Harry had been wary too, standing in the corner of Teddy’s bedroom, staring at the fuzz of blonde on Draco’s shorn head and his weak gait. Teddy, the darling boy with his clumsy hold on Draco’s thigh, afraid that the haggard man would trip without help, had led him to his play area.
“Fort, fort,” the boy had screamed in Draco’s ear, but he hadn’t flinched. He had nodded and gone along with Teddy’s babbled directions, then sat back on his heels and fixed a wide-eyed stare at the monstrosity Teddy had called a fort (his designing skills were, unsurprisingly, underdeveloped at the mere age of two).
Swiveling his head, he had gawked at Harry, who had still been standing in the corner with his arms crossed, confusion and hysteria in the arch of his aristocratic brows.
It had been the first time he had looked at Harry in the eye for years. In seconds, it was 6th Year all over again, with him watching Draco pushing his food around with a fork from across the room, unable to look away. Obsession, a voice unlike Hermione’s helpfully defined, had slithered up and under his skin. It had remained there for years, stubborn and ardent, an emotion he had tried to leave behind time and time again. He’d never succeeded.
It’s Draco, after all.
“He never let anyone but him enter the fort, remember? Back when he’s still making us build it for him?” Draco’s fingers tap a random rhythm on Harry’s stomach. Harry tightens his arm around him, shifts a bit. “So many forts and I still didn’t know what it’s like to be in one.”
Somebody downs a shot in the movie. Harry doesn’t quite register it. “I don’t think I’ve ever been in a proper one either until now. Didn’t have enough space in the cupboard. Plus, the hanging around the beds at Hogwarts felt pretty cozy by themselves.”
Draco hums. “Mhmm, I say. Another ‘first’ for us.”
Harry glances at the crown of his head. The man doesn’t sound surprised; Harry wagers that he already knows and decided to make one for the both of them today.
They continue to watch the movie in silence, whites and blues and purples flooding his sight, until Draco yawns and Harry blinks his eyes shut for far too long.
“Baby.”
“Hmm?”
“Sleep?”
“Yes.”
“Where, then? We have no bed.”
“I still maintain that I made the right choice”
“Jesus Christ, you’re so rash for an academic.”
“Well, in my professional opinion, sleeping in a blanket fort every blue moon does wonders for one’s quality of sleep,” Draco gets up on his elbow to smirk at Harry, “we can look at other beds tomorrow, can’t we? Now hush. Rest.”
“Ha,” Harry says, at least 5 more words to follow up on that just on the tip of his tongue. But then Draco runs a gentle hand through Harry’s hair, taking his time with it, the remaining hints of Harry’s migraine from work fading with every curl of hair carefully unknotted. He mumbles this and that, silly, insignificant things, engrossed in his task, and Harry listens carefully as his eyelids lower.
Draco takes off his gold-rimmed glasses (so sweet and soft Harry can barely feel it), cleans them and puts them on a chair. Through half-lidded eyes, Harry watches him cover them both with a quilt and return to Harry’s chest, curling up like a cat. Draco’s arm is around his midriff, peach and cedar pervading his senses anew, and Harry forgets whatever he was going to say.
Cold ankles pressed against bare calves, Harry is already deep asleep when the credits roll.
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Heyy. Can I request smutty enemies with benefits and one day draco and reader having Sex in the library..
Library.
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draco malfoy x reader | smut |
a/n : hii! love this idea. thank you for requesting! <3
it was the dare from her friends that got her in this situation, y/n was hiding under the invisible cloak walking slowly to the library making sure no one is around.
she take off the cloak putting it on the desk beside her, and begin searching for the book her friends asked her to get for them. she was working quietly trying her best to not get caught.
its their bed time already but she and her friends thought it was fun to do something in the night where everyone is already going to bed.
she smiles when she finally get the book and turn around to go back to her dorm but her body bumped into something hard, she gulped when she saw who it is.
"well, well, well, out past curfew now l/n?"
it was a prefect that bumped into her and to make it worse, its her enemies, draco lucius malfoy.
"oh- draco! dont mind me i was just about to go back to my dorm" she replied nervously trying to play it cool and bring her bubbly vibes so draco will let her pass.
she was about to run but she gets pushed to the bookshelf behind her. she let out a squeal, covering her mouth with her hand.
draco was trapping her with his hands, staring intently at her nervous face.
he really is intimidating, the tension making her sweat even if they are actually an enemies.. with benefits.
yes its funny how they were enemies but still cant get enough with the taste of each other.
"not so fast y/n, i think i have to tell about your bad behavior to our dearly professor umbridge. right?" draco smirking at her scared face.
"no no! please dont do it draco! i got a dare from my friends to come here and give them this, please dont turn me in." she begged desperately at him making his smirk get wider.
"and what makes you think i wouldnt turn you in, hm? i’m the prefect after all, the control is in my hand" he took the book from her hand and put it on the desk.
"because- uh- because i will do anything! i'll do anything for you to not turning me in"
he raised his eyebrows at her answer, his eyes looking around before turning back at her.
“here?” he asked, his face heated when she runs her fingers on his chest.
“yes mr. prefect”
y/n grabbed his face with her hand, getting confident, her lips attached to his jaw, moving up to his ear.
she licks and bite softly on his earlobe making draco shuddered, now looking at her with lust in his eyes.
"you said anything, hm? be careful with your words, darling.." he gives in running his fingers on her cheek caressing it softly.
"yes, draco, anything for you"
she slowly dropped to her knees still keeping their eye contact and she kisses the bulge that was starting to grow in his pants.
she unbuckled his belt and pulls his pants down still keeping the eye contact. he hissed when her hands pulling down his boxers making his erected cock slapped up to his stomach.
"you're gonna suck me off so i will not turn you in, hm? filthy slut" draco spat and his words enough to make her aroused down there.
"but i’m your slut, draco" she takes his cock in her hand, sucking his balls before wrapping his tip in her lips.
she pressed her tongue around his slit then taking all of him in her mouth making draco let out a throaty groan and head thrown back in pleasure.
his hand instantly found its way to her hair putting it to a ponytail as he bucked his hips into her mouth.
she keeps sucking him deeper until his tip touch the back of her throat causing her to gag on his cock. her tongue swirling around the underside.
he feels heavy inside her mouth, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that couldnt fit in her mouth with the same pace.
she forced his cock going deeper down her throat making her gagged all over again, both of them moaning at the feeling.
draco looks down to see y/n already looking at him innocently with her watery eyes, saliva dripping off to her chin and to the floor.
"mhmm.. you suck me so good y/n.. do you like having my huge cock fucking your little throat, hm?"
she answers him by fastening the pace, her nose touching his happy trail tickling it making him moan her name louder.
the sight of her under him driving his mind crazy as his high slowly approaching him.
she can feels draco was getting closer, his cock is twitching inside her mouth. she massages his balls playing with it and she moaned purposely on his cock sending vibrations to draco.
and seconds later he emptied his thick cum inside her mouth. her name and profanities repeatedly left his lips as he calming down from his high.
y/n was choked out it was so much that its spilled out but she still managed to swallow it all.
draco took her hands to help her standing up then pushing her roughly back to the shelf.
he kissed her lips hungrily, their tongues fighting over the dominance, he can even tasted himself.
after minutes of heavy makeout heavy panting, draco broke the kiss to catch some breath and his eyes look up at her for permissions.
"fuck me, draco."
with her answer he ripped open her shirt, the buttons popped off and rolled on the floor as her plump breasts sprang out.
his mouth instantly latching onto her nipple making y/n arched her back, his hand lifted her skirt up and rubbing her clit from her panties making her whimper.
draco plopped her now wet and red boobs out of his mouth. his fingers still rubbing her through her panties.’
"fuck- you’re already soaking wet just by sucking me off, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?"
he wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her panties aside and without warning he slammed his cock into her pushing it in fully inside her.
both of them let out a loud moan of each other’s name as they finally connecting their bodies in one.
"yes.. shit- feels so good draco" she let out a pornographic moan as draco picked up his thrusts making her breasts bouncing up and down in front of him.
he caught her nipple in between his teeth causing her to scream out loud. he chuckles lowly and giving her ass a few hard smack making her cheeks goes red.
"you’re such a slut, letting me fucking you here so you wouldn’t get in trouble, hm? i bet you will let me abusing your pretty cunt whenever i want, right?"
y/n nodded at his question, her lips are trembling that she cant speak properly as the pleasure was becoming too much.
"right, slut?" draco slapped his sensitive clit and give it a little pinch making she yelped biting his shoulder.
his thrusts get deeper and faster each time, his cock sunk deeper inside her his tip brushing her cervix.
"yes! yes! i'll let you fuck me, destroying me whenever you wanted, draco.. fuck- please ‘m gonna cum" she clawed her nails on his back feeling his cock hitting her spot over and over again bringing her to her high.
"not yet, y/n. you will cum until i say so"
he set up a brutal pace forcing his cock in and out of her chasing his high too making it harder for her to hold her orgasm.
the books behind her fall out to the floor due to his rough thrusts.
"please- please draco i cant hold it anymore!" she whines loudly feeling the coil tightened.
"fuck- cum now, my little slut"
and with that y/n let her orgasm washed over her coating his cock, making a mess on his inner thighs. it was the best orgasm she ever had, her legs are shaking from the feeling.
with one final thrust draco spilled his cum inside her making both of them moaned loudly. ropes of his cum shooting inside her filling her up, some of it spilled out to the floor, making a mess.
they stayed in the position for a minute as they were still in cloud nine. heavy breaths and smell of sex filling the library.
as they’re back to reality, draco stares at y/n smiling at her before pressing their foreheads and kissing her lips passionately.
the sparks between them bursted filling the room as they kissed. god knows that they’re not really enemies.
he pulled out of her slowly and put her back down but before she could stand she falls down to the floor.
"damn.. that good, huh?" he laughs as he helped her standing up.
"well its worth to not get into trouble and get the draco malfoy instead"
y/n shots him a playful wink making his heart secretly beat faster and his face heated in embarassment.
"let’s go to my room and get you clean, i think you deserve a good treatment in my private bathroom."
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Things I'd do if I went to Hogwarts...
- Come up with pickup lines with Fred and George.
***Me: Ok, I've got the perfect one for Malfoy
Fred: Oooh, looks like someone's got a thing for him
Me: No, absolutely not. It's just funny.
George: Alright, shoot.
Me: 'I wouldnt-' hang on, you guys should see it in action
Fred: *snorting jokingly* sure, if its not a fail
Me: Bet you 5 sickles it works
Fred: Deal
George: oh my god
** later **
*The three of us spotting Draco walking with Crabbe and Goyle*:
Fred: Alright miss pick up line extroardinare, show us what you got
Me: i WILL
George: You're actually stupid Fred
Fred: YOU'RE stupid
Me: *walking up to Draco* hi
Draco: *looking me up and down* what do you want?
Me: You know, I wouldn't mind it if you SLYTHERED INTO my CHAMBER of SECRETS *wink* *wink*
George: You have to admit, thats a pretty good pickup line
Fred: Shush, I bet Malfoy wont care
Draco: o-O
Me:
Draco:*faints*
*cut to Crabbe and Goyle carrying unconscious Draco back to his common room*
Me: Hand over my money Weasley
Fred: *rolling his eyes* yeah yeah, whatever. I could have come up with something just as good. Better even.
Me: SURE
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Sick Little Games
George Weasley x Reader, Draco Malfoy x Reader
Y/N and Draco were known as the ultimate slytherin duo. When she catches him in the act of infidelity, she makes it a goal to hurt him back as much as he hurt her. What starts as nothing but a sick little game, turns into something more with another red headed boy.
“what would malfoy think if he knew i was fucking his girl right now?” george grunted in my ear, hips thrusting into mine while my back was pressed against the prefect bathroom’s cold stone wall. my legs were wrapped around his waist, sultry moans tumbling out of my mouth as he fucked me senseless. his words only intensified the pleasure as i gripped on to his biceps for support. he could feel my wet pussy clenching around his throbbing cock, signfying that i was close to coming.
“what would your little boyfriend think if he knew how well you take my cum?” i let out a whimper as his thick cock hit my gspot, making my vision go completely white. “fuck y/n,” he grunted as his pace quickened. i let out a string of curse words, toes curling in pleasure as he rubbed my clit with his long slender fingers as we reached our orgasms together.
his movements slowed and eventually halted, cock still balls deep in me as he placed loving kisses all over my face. he slowly released me from his hold, planting my feet back on the ground before completely removing himself from me. with our chests still heaving, we transitioned from standing by the bathroom’s windows, to the warm bubbly bath. this was common thing for us, so naturally we were able to establish a routine. sneaking out of the dorms late at night to see each other, satisfying our thirsts for each other before taking a dip in the bath to relax and cleanse ourselves of our sins.
george’s hands worked its way down my neck and shoulders, rubbing out any knots while he gave me little pecks on my forehead. i smiled my first genuine smile of the day. i was constantly dragging myself throughout the day, in and out of my classes, plastering a fake smile until the clock struck a certain time at night where i would meet up with george. “so why are you still with that git anyways?”
i rolled my eyes at his choice of words. i considered not even replying at all, but one glance at his concentrated face with that accusational eyebrow raise, and i knew this was something he wasnt going to drop again.
“he loves me,” i sighed, shrugging my shoulders.
“he loves you? is that why you caught him fucking pansy parkinson in the forbidden section of the library?” georges hostile tone rang in my ears.
it was supposed to be our date night. draco knew how stressed i had been with all our recent exams, and how much i needed a break. my sweet, loving boyfriend of almost 2 years proposed we have a date night full of snuggles and snacks to relieve my stress. after getting dolled up and waiting in our slytherin common room for over an hour, i came to terms with the fact that he wasn’t going to show up.
the silly thing was, i really tried to make excuses for him. blaise had strolled past on his way up to his dorm and asked why i was sitting there all alone. “just waiting on draco,” id say passively, in which he’d give me a pitiful smile before heading up. i thought, maybe he just got caught up on some of his prefect duties. or maybe he took a nap and overslept. or maybe he even got detention for the day, but he would never forget about me, right? surely he couldn’t forget about his own plans that he made.
i’d grown tired of sitting there all alone, letting my thoughts eat me alive. so i grabbed my book bag and decided to head to the library to get a head start on some homework. walking deeper and deeper into the dark library, thats when i heard it. the faint gasps and moans coming from a high pitched female voice. “ugh,” i thought, “who wouldn’t even have the decency to go to a private spot?”
i rounded the corner, my eyes almost bulging out of my skull as i took in the sight in front of me. a bright platinum head of hair stuffed into the crook of pansy parkinsons neck, as he fucked her on one of the library desks with her skirt hitched all the way up. they had been so into it that they didnt even see me. what gave it away was some stupid lamp falling over as i rushed out of the library, tears in my eyes. athough they stopped at the sound indicating someone was there, they never knew it was me.
my vision was blurry, tears streaming faster down my cheeks as i ran away. i wasnt sure where i was going, but i knew i had to be as far away as possible from that complete and utter asshole. from the second i saw him til now, a million feelings coursed through my body. i was devastated, devastated that the man i loved for 2 whole years had been lying to my face. how long was he unloyal for? was this the first time? these unanswered questions made me transition from grief to rage. i was infuriated that he took me as some kind of fool who would never find out about his cheating ways. i had been so caught up in my emotions that i didnt notice where i was going, smacking face first into a very toned chest.
“Woah! Y/N? You alright there, love?” George’s voice was impossible not to recognize. “Oh, I-I’m sorry,” I gasped before turning around to leave. His warm hand clasped around my wrist softly, tugging me back as one of his hands lifted my chin up so that he could inspect my face, and most importantly my blood shot eyes.
“You’re crying,” his voice was a lot softer than i’ve ever heard it before. with him being a gryffindor and me being a slytherin, i was used to the rude remarks he’d yell at us in the hallways. him and his lovely twin have always made my life here at hogwarts a living hell. as of recently, he went from constant bullying to the exact opposite. he was always throwing complements my way as loud and obnoxious as possible. and i knew he did it just to get a rise out of his most hated slytherin of all, draco. draco was always a possesive boyfriend, not wanting any guys to look at me. but having a weasley complement me out of everyone else would’ve drove him absolutely mad.
however, what started out as an excuse to piss off draco, had turned into something else. george couldn’t help but notice how my eyes were a lot browner than he remembered, a certain twinkle in them whenever i got excited talking to my housemates about something. he quickly found himself feeling jealous as malfoy walked through the halls with his arm around my shoulder.
of course, i was oblivious to all of this, which would’ve explained his soft tone. “I’m fine,” I sniffled, wiping my tears off with the sleeve of my sweater and avoiding direct eye contact. “Come with me,” he wasted no time, dragging me down the corridor before i could mutter a response. he led me to the prefect bathroom, opening the doors for me as i took in the beautiful mosaics.
“how did you even get the password?” i asked suspiciously to the troublesome boy.
he shrugged, “turned percy’s hair blue and wouldnt change it back until he’d tell me,”
i let out a snort, which i was quick to cover with a cough. only he could make me genuinely laugh after figuring out the man i had loved so deeply, didnt love me back enough to keep his dick in his pants. i turned away from his gaze, but he saw it. he took pride in being able to cause that gorgeous smile, but he was nice enough to not tease me about it tonight. he’d definitely bring it up another day, though.
“so, whats wrong?” he asked, arms crossed as he leaned against one of the porcelain sinks. i let out a sigh, debating on whether i should tell him at all. he was supposed to be our rival, afterall.
“draco cheated,” i stated. georges face softened, all traces of humor dissipating into thin air. “i’m sorry y/n,” he started, “that bloke doesn’t know what he’s got.”
for the first time that night, i looked up at him and saw the look he had in his eyes. the lingering gaze around my figure, the softness in his facial features, the way his eyes bored into mine with a sense of longing.
that was when a lightbulb when off in my head. ill admit that im not proud of what my next thought was, and it was definitely one of the most slytherin things i have ever done, but it was worth it. i wanted to hurt draco. i wanted him to feel as bad as i did, and i wanted revenge.
i strode over to his leaning frame, making it a point to swing my hips in the process. my lips formed a pout as i spoke to him in a low voice. “if he doesn’t know what hes got,” i trailed my fingers from his shoulders down to his chest, “who will?”
my lips got incredibly closer to the shell of his ear. “you?” i asked, cupping his buldge with my hand. he let out a barely audible whimper, eyes staring back at me like a deer in headlights.
i left a gentle kiss on his neck, “tell me if you want me to stop.” george shut his eyes for a split second, contemplating his morals. he weighed his options and outcomes. on one hand, he’d be able to piss off that spoiled brat malfoy, which would give him enough satisfaction to last him the rest of his life. on the other hand, he’d finally get to know what the taste of his crush’s lips were like. it was a win win situation. fuck it, he thought before closing the gap between us, lips moving in sync as the kiss became increasingly passionate. his hands roamed all over my body as i ran my fingers through his hair.
it was an amazing night, full of multiple orgasms that left me struggling to walk properly. george was certainly thicker than malfoy. the day after was when the feelings of sadness, regret, and confusion came sinking in. as soon as i woke up and left my dorm, there he was. in his perfect green uniform that perfectly matched his perfect porcelain skin. dracos head was held high, not a care in the world as it was obvious he completely forgot about our date night and had no idea i caught him and pansy red handed.
i walked past him, not even batting an eye in his direction as i made my way to the great hall. “y/n!” he called out, quickly catching up to me, “whats wrong?”
i rolled my eyes, “you forgot our date.” his eyes immediately widened as he realized his mistake, cheeks blushing like a tomato as he recalled where he was instead of the date. “darling, please forgive me. i’m so sorry, i just got caught up in my studi-“
i halted my steps, not wanting to listen to his bullshit excuse, “i forgive you.” he looked at me with bewilderment, “y-you forgive me?”
“of course,” i gave him the most convincingly sweet smile, “its not a big deal at all!”
his shoulders relaxed in relief at my words. oh, what a stupid boy. what a stupid, stupid boy. the only reason i was “forgiving him” was because i was going to hurt him back, a lot worse. he held my hand in his as we continued our stroll to the great hall, him lifting my hand up to plant a kiss on my knuckles.
right when he had done that, i locked eyes with a familiar red head from across the corridor. he smirked as he watched me, noticing the way my steps were slightly different than normal. it was the same shit eating smile he wore last night as he made me reach my 3rd orgasm, face buried between my legs and licking up my juices as if his life depended on it. i bit my lip as the flashback played in my head, instantly making me feel lightheaded again.
draco and i took our usual spots at the slytherin table, everything seemingly normal until the owls arrived. a letter had been dropped into my lap.
unravelling the parchment, there was a faint message scribbled across in black ink. “same time and place tonight?”
there was no name or any indication of identity, but i knew exactly who it was. luckily from where i was sitting at the table, i had a clear view of george. as i looked up from the letter, i instantly made eye contact with him, him giving me a sly wink before regurning to eat his mashed potatoes. he didnt need an answer, he knew id come back after the night we had togegher.
“whos that letter from?” a voice snapped me out of my haze. i jumped slightly before tucking the letter safely into my robe, “oh, it was just mum.”
“whatd she say?” draco questioned, slightly suspicious as he recognized me hiding the letter.
“she asked how you were, shes having dinner with your parents this weekend,” i said while gulping down my goblet of juice. draco seemed convinced at that answer, dropping his suspicions rather quickly, “oh thats right, mother was telling me about that.”
it was ironic, really. we were seen as the picture perfect duo. the slytherin prince with none other than his slytherin princess. we had the world in our hands, both coming from wealthy pureblood families. even our parents were over the moon at the news of our relationship blossoming, instantly talking about our plans for marriage in the future. but were we willing to throw that all away for these sick little games?
hi guys i know i usually write shawn fics but ive been into hp recently and wanted to give it a try! if u guys rlly like this one, id love to make a part 2 n finish the series (: pls lmk and give feedback! 🤍
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You're all that
Draco malfoy x reader
Summary: love is truly a crazy thing.
"great just fucking great" you muttered as your struggling to move as you were now being eaten by the crowd
"hey y/n over here" a voice made you turn around and stop your tracks you see blaise raising his hands waving frantically
You stumbled your way towards blaise practically lifting weights since you dress was so big
He looked at you laughing I guess he already knows
"why are you laughing mr zabini doest this look funny" you snapped at him annoyed
"ohh someone's feisty, is it because you have been left by you're date"
"you're my friend blaise but I wouldn't hesitate to hex you if you don't shut up"
"if you just taken draco out this wouldn't happen"
"so I didn't because he was an asshole have you forgotten how he "asked" me out as his date"
"how could I forget the look on your face was hilarious rawr"
Flashback
It was almost time for the yule ball and many people have asked you out from your own house to every other house and well you might have a frenemies friendship with draco but you did like him in a crush type and well he did too you both talked about it but you never made it official but you were hoping that he'd ask you to the yule ball and so he did but in a way you were not expecting
Sitting at the great hall eating with your friends just chatting away not minding what's going on around you
You look at your friends as you sense that they look horrified in a way as you turn around you got shocked by draco pointing his wand at you and well you looked horrified and just before you could say something
You couldn't even mutter a word all you could say was "meow"
"meow?"
"soooo y/n would you go out on the yule bale with me say meow if you agree" petting you as you try to claw him
"meow" you said agressively as you try and claw him
"ohhh fighting back are you you wouldn't like it if I threw water on you or maybe make you swim"
In your head you're practically cursing him to death but all you can do is plead with him so you obeyed and sat there not facing him
"come on kitten just say yes and we'll be on our merry way"
As he was about to lift you up professor snape came and look at the both of you and well long story short he got away with it and well you got transformed back and as you can tell you didn't say yes
End of flashback
You could only glare at him as you look around the room
"who you looking for y/n is it draco or your date"blaise annoyed you
"oh shut it I'm looking for my date and not that ferret looking guy"
"speaking of that ferret he's here look" pointing at the stairs he looked handsome while he puts his arm for his date to grab it made your heart hurt
"fun fact he picked out that suit because of you and how you were annoyingly telling him that it would look good on him" blaise whispered
"who wouldn't take my advice blaise I'm a great stylist"
"well certainly draco is also a great stylist may I remind you that your dress was picked by draco" putting his hand on your head
"oh shut up" you said quite flustered because feel down you knew that he knew that you like draco
"but in all seriousness you do look dashing you look like a proper lady for once"
"thanks blaise and you the same"
As you looked at draco and his date now dancing he looks happy what more could you ask for as you were about to leave you were caught of guard by theo
"y/n I've been looking everywhere for you"
"oh theo hi"
"may I ask you to dance" as his cheeks grew pink
You were hesitating but blaise answered for you
"she would be happy to" as he gave your hand to theo who kissed it before dragging you to the dancefloor
You two were dancing all eyes were on the both of you you didn't notice but people have way to the two of you it was as if you were cinderella you had a great time to be honest and forgot how you were stood up by your date.
After the song ended the two of you part ways
"thank you theo you really made this night special" as you hugged him
"and you the same y/n you look very beautiful it was an honor to dance with you"
And the night was ending and as much as you hoped to get a dance with draco you knew it wouldnt happen you walked out of the ball to go to your room
As you open the door to your room a figure you could see tall blonde haired boy looking at the window
"draco?"you call out
He turned around smiling
"I'm sorry if I went in here uninvited I remembered the key you gave me you said I could use it whenever I need to and well I think this is a perfect time"
"what do you need" as you went inside
"I needed that dance from you" as he dragged you out of your room and to the astronomy tower
You two dance to the moonlight dancing away till your feet hurt he pulled you close to him
"I may not be the prince charming you dreamt of and I admit Im a little crazy and cranky and certainly not like theo but I promise you to take care of you as long as I live y/n" as he lean in
"may I kiss you" he asked gently caressing your cheeks
"kiss me" as you grabbed him by the neck and kissed him deeply full of passion and love
A/n I'm sorry for like not posting like in forever I've really lost inspiration but after listening to a few song I think I've gained it back I will still not be consistent on posting tho hope you guys liked this
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My Brother’s Enemy. Part 24
Draco Malfoy x GN!Potter!Reader
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As soon as I got back to the common room, I made sure to write back to Hermione, asking what she need and why. When I got a second letter, she explained that they are all knew of the three-headed dog and was also curious as to why it was there. She had asked me to check out a book she had once borrowed from the school's library, mentioning that there might be some things to help. Without only a hint of hesitance I agreed as all long as the correspondence was only between Hermione and myself.
Draco was wondering what I was doing, and why I wouldn’t tell him. I explained that it was a secret, I hadn’t even said who I was helping. He followed me to the library and decided he would help me with the search, though he had no idea what for. When I had to large book in my hands, Draco and I made our way to one of the many empty tables and began reading the book.
I read many pages, some page twice, three times maybe even four. Draco would constantly ask what we were looking for, I would tell him it is a secret. It went on like this for near an hour, until I heard soft and slow breath from beside me. Draco had fallen asleep. Apart of me thought it was adorable how he could fall asleep anywhere, but the other side of me was now annoyed. I either had to wake him up myself, leave him here until he wakes up, or carry him to the common room. I know for a fact there is no waking Draco when he sleeps, and I would feel guilty leaving him here on his own. Well, that decides it, I have to carry him all the way to the dungeons.
-Time Skip-
After around 20 minutes of dragging both Draco and the huge book all the way to the common room, we finally arrived. I have no idea how he stayed asleep all this time, or how I didn’t just drop him in the corridors of the castle. But I placed him on the longer couch in the common room and placed a blanket over his body to keep him warm. I would have placed him in his actual bed, but I have no clue what number his room is.
As I make my way upstairs, I think about how in this moment my holidays couldn’t get any better. But I did manage to think of a way it could have, my brother being by my side. I shut the door to my room and sit on my bed. I start to wonder how much better today could have been, had Harry have been here.
Eventually I decide to write a letter – that will never be sent. It is addressed to my brother. I let out every piece of pent-up emotion out as I attempt to write how I feel. My words are messy and make no sense, the gramma is poor, and the sentences blur together, I am pretty sure I miss-spelled a few things too. But to me it doesn’t matter.
“harry i wish you were here with me i want my brother i want the one person who is supposed to care for me to be with me we always spend holydays together and i thought being at hogwarts wouldnt change a thing but it did nothing is the same
when we were still in the normal world we never left one anothers side i want that back sure you hate me but I dont care you are my brother and i need you to be with me you are my damn brother and havent even said a single nice thing to me since we arrived here and even hermione has said more to me that you have
i cant believe that a person you hate has said more nice things to me then you have and i am talking about draco and he was sorta rude when we first arrived but now he is nicer and more patient than you have been the entire year so far”
I keep writing by the time my hand is behind cramping and sore I wrote 6 pages just being mad at my brother. I was not even planning on fixing the many mistakes I wrote amidst my anger. Hating him for the way he has treated me in the past months. Wishing that I could tell Draco how much him being with me helps.
I fall asleep after a long time of thinking and re-reading my extremely repetitive letter. I hope things will be back to normal again soon.
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EEEK I WAS SO EXCITED TO JOIN UR CELEBRATION i knew it wouldnt be long til u post it🦋
can i get 🌷 im a female she/her, ravenclaw, im easily bored n a perfectionist idk if being easily bored is a personality or not lol facts abt me: im using a baby towel as my towel, im using a baby lotion, i love to collect anything that has simba from the lion king in it bcs my fav animal is lion n my fav movie is the lion king n i like to bake😋 ship me w whoever give me the wildcard!
i wrote 4 facts hshdhshs but i hope thats okay congratulations again my love😘
my sweet naila 🥺 thank you, my popcorn 🍿i really hope you like it!
✨ 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝟓𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ✨
and because i know you, i ship you with...
draco malfoy
Hakuna Matata?
note: just an alternate universe where draco doesn’t become a death eater
On a spring afternoon, Draco told you:
"You're wrong, you know?"
Your eyebrow arched. "Why do you say that?"
"Because it's true" he chuckled.
"Draco" you turn your body so you can face your Slytherin boyfriend "I'm sure we spoke for the first time in Hogsmeade."
"You're wrong" he repeated, still with a presumptuous and funny tone.
You huffed. "So, will you tell me when we first spoke?"
"Professor Slughorn had just passed us an assignment on Everlasting Elixirs..." Draco smothered a laugh when he saw your eyes widen.
"Oh no..."
"Oh yes"
And in fact, Draco was right.
The first time you spoke was after a Potions class during your sixth year. You had stayed in the classroom to ask some questions to Professor Slughorn about the assignment you were supposed to do, and for this reason, you were late for your next class.
You ran down the corridors to get to the Charms classroom, but you always were a little clumsy and stumbled on your own feet. For your luck - very lucky - you find something to hold on to: the platinum blond boy's robes in front of you.
Draco is pulled back when he feels something grabbing on his Slytherin robe. "Hey, be more careful" he said angry and when he turned to find out who had dared to do such a thing, he sees you and, for a moment, he is lacking of words.
The Slytherin boy kinda knows you.
"The Ravenclaw girl that smells like baby lotion and vanilla. What is her name...?"
But he didn’t have time to ask you anything because the second you two run into each other, you start saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." and quickly pick up your stuff that fell to the ground before running back to your next class.
He realized that you missed your quill. Unwittingly, Draco opened a smile and picked up the object, keeping it in his pocket.
"You stole my quill!" you exclaimed, pointing a finger in the direction of your boyfriend. "I've been looking for it for days!"
"In my defense, I wanted to give it back to you," Draco explains, "but you always ran away from me.
Once again, he was right: you, in fact, tried your best to avoid any contact with Slytherin boy; this was because you were aware of his arrogant fame and didn't want to hear any unpleasant words, but this never happened.
"Here" Draco extends to you the quill.
A surprised look appears on your face when you take the familiar object in your hands. "Have you kept it all this time?" you ask with curiosity.
He shrugs. "I was waiting for an opportunity to give it back to you, but..."
"But?" you insist.
"We met at Three Broomsticks... so I decided to keep it to myself."
Months after that first "conversation", you and Draco met again.
You were entering the pub at the same instant he was leaving; and for the second time, you bumped into each other.
"Can you tell me if this will become an annoying habit?" the blond asked in irritation.
But you ignored him completely, your neck rising up and looking around the place, searching for something; apparently your friends hadn't finished their shopping at Honeydukes yet.
Draco snapped his fingers in front of you, catching your attention - hating to be ignored.
"Ah" you gasped, remembering the Slytherin boy’s presence "I'm sorry, I thought I was late and...".
"Is that why you're still wearing a towel?" he questioned amusingly, pointing towards your neck.
To your horror, you still carried your Lion King towel over your shoulders and thought you would regret for all eternity to embarrass yourself in front of Draco freaking Malfoy, but fate had a funny way of executing its plans.
"But what's this weird thing?" was the question that started your relationship with Draco.
The second time you talked was much longer than the first; you sat at a table at Three Broomsticks and drank butterbeer while you told Slytherin boy the story of Simba.
Draco hadn't found the story super interesting, but he had definitely loved being able to feel your baby lotion and vanilla perfume more. He had loved to hear the sound of your voice. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off you while you made exaggerated gestures with your hands trying to describe scenes from the children's movie - he thought you looked beautiful, very beautiful.
You said goodbye to each other when your friends showed up next to your table holding Honeydukes' bags. And you thought you would never talk to Draco Malfoy again, but you were wrong, because, that night, he went to sleep thinking about you.
The third time you talked was the next day when Draco kicked out your partner from Potions to sit next to you. Professor Slughorn couldn't care less about the exchange of partners and gave you an assignment to do in pairs.
As you continued talking with him, you realized that the blond Slytherin boy might not be so unpleasant.
The first time your heart beat faster when you were in Draco's presence was when he held your hand when you were about to add an ingredient to the potion you should prepare together.
"Silly girl" he had said with a smile "you have to prick it first.
Then, one afternoon you were in Hogwarts library, researching in several books what you could include in the Potions report that you should write in pairs.
"We should put this" Draco pointed to a line on the book's page.
It took you a few seconds to read what was written and you shook your head. "No, no."
"Why not?" The blond frowned.
"Because it's too obvious!" you huffed. "I bet everyone will write the same thing."
"Maybe because it's right?" he said almost incredulous.
"Writing something right, but still different is what will make us stand out," you winked.
And it was on that day that Draco Malfoy realized that he might be in love with you.
Your first kiss was a few days before the end of the school year, after a hard exams period, you were sharing a couch on Slytherin's common room and a chocolate frog.
"I got dirty?" you asked after licking the chocolate leftovers from your fingers, turning to Draco. Unconsciously, you tilted your head to the side and your lips curved up in a little smile - at that moment, Draco thought you had never looked so cute, but at the same time, so irresistible.
Without answering your question, he brought his face close to yours, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss.
You and Draco were together, but you were not dating.
During the summer, you exchanged letters almost every day. You had gotten used to Draco's presence, it was weird not being with him.
When September arrived again, you didn't waste any time and got in the train, looking for the platinum blond who occupied your thoughts the whole time, but it was him who found you.
You two shared a cabin - and nobody dared to join you.
"Ah" you extended a bag that you were carrying in Draco's direction "this is for you".
The Slytherin boy looked at you surprised - and a little terrified.
"Is that a gift? I didn't even buy her a gift... did I have to buy a gift? Will she be upset? What if she...", but his thoughts were interrupted when you said, "It's just some cookies. I promise it's not poison or anything" with a playful smile on your face.
Draco didn't know you could bake, but he was pleasantly surprised to find out - especially since your cookie was delicious.
And that was the day he was sure that he fell in love with you.
He asked you to be his girlfriend on a Christmas morning in Hogwarts right after giving you a nice necklace as a gift.
And since then, you had brought Draco a joy he had never felt before - and which he never thought he could feel.
Your favorite pastime was to go to Three Broomsticks and drink butterbeer together while you talked about the most diverse subjects.
And Draco still loved to hear you talking about Lion King.
That same spring afternoon, you and Draco were in Slytherin's common room; he was sitting on an armchair and you were on his lap.
"You know, I still think you should watch Lion King with me," you say, your fingers brushing through your boyfriend's platinum blond wires.
"I rather hearing you telling the story to me" Draco answers with a smile, giving a kiss in the corner of your mouth. "Besides, we need to finish that Potions assignment."
"Oh no, let's stay like this a little bit longer."
"But that's for two days from now."
"Hakuna Matata, Draco. Hakuna Matata."
"Hakuna Matata?"
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hey dear idiot yeah im talking to you...i have already checked out new 52 which is nothing but a comic which just shows how lousy sm/ww were in that dating stand, it was nothing but some kind of fwb or clark wouldnt have been utterly and completely head over heals already in love with lois when he was with diana. they were never in a true relationship. It's like that lavender/ron thing from hp when you cant attain the gold you settle for the bronze..and to whichever scholar who pointed out I'm a potterhead, yes I am, but im not a ron/hermione enthusiastic I'm more draco/hermione XD...I dont only just ship canon!
One thing is true: the romance of SM/WW was very bad portrayed because it was just a place holder for DC. They were eager to get rid of it and they did as soon as they solved a judicial dispute with the Siegel state for the use of the Lois character. That doesn't make the 40+ years of history between both characters less important, nor the sexual tension inexistent. You don't care, anyway, so forget I even mentioned.
The point is, contrary to your other ships besides Lois and Clark, Superman and Wonder Woman was canon. Not for too long, but it was.
You don't only ship canon? You don't ship canon at all, only fan fantasy.
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Lovers By Chance, Goth By Choice | Snape x OC
{parody fic, based on my immortal :p another thing I found deep in my google drive. thought it deserved to see the light of day. one of my best friends requested this while intoxicated and I just had to write it. don’t take it too seriously lol}
Warnings: Smexy Themes uwu
Time/Era: Lightning era :)
Word Count: 1.1k shes long ^.^ like snapes dick
Summary: After Arvil Willow Way Urie gets put into detention by Professor Snape, things happen and no one sees it happen </3
Request: Please write a fic where snape kisses me in front Of everyone and doesn’t care who sees. I have like three names and i am GOTH.
A/N: Rawr i <3 prof snape SM! Thx for the request </3 enjoy babey!!!!! WEEEEEEEE
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Hi. My name is Avril Willow Way Urie and I am goth, incase you couldn’t tell. I LOVE panic! at the disco, Brendon Urie is basically my husband. I’ not related to him no matter how similar our names are but I really wish we were because hes the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life. Anyway, I have short black hair that is cut uneven because it is CURLY and it doesn’t matter. The uneven cut represents my chaotic emotions. You wouldn’t understand them. I am gothic, and NOT a prep. If you call me a prep I will get very angry and flip you off everytime I see you. I love fishnets, like I am wearing today. Today I am wearing a ripped mayday parade shirt with a skirt that has planets all over them. I wear planets because i like space and i am SMART!!!!!!!!1 I have my big platform boots with ripped red fishnets under them. My eyeliner is smudged all over my eyes from crying. I am EMOTIONAL that is why i am emo. My nails are long and sharp just like draco likes. Did I mention I’m dating draco malfoy? Aka the HOTTEST PERSON ALIVE besides brendon urie. (A/N: If you don’t like panic! You are a PREPZ and I dont lik u)
“Miss. Way-Urie I will not have someone talk to me like this. Detention tonight at 8!” Professor Snape screams at the top of his lungs.
“Omg wtf??? I’m just talking to my super sexy boyfriend Draco! What are you? Jealous?” I smirk, tucking a jagged piece of hair behind my pierced ears. I have 8 piercings in each ear and my tongue also has a stud in it.
“HOW DARE YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THIS!” Prof snape started crying making his black liquid eyeliner drip down his depressed face. Maybe he was emo like me. Prof are NOT emo tho so idk. My face grew sad and I started crying. This made draco angry.
Draco was wearing a bleach tie died (A/N: get it? Died because im goffick) MCR shirt and acid washed jeans that were half black and half neon pink. Boyz can wear pink, you kno. It’s ok he’s just very in-touch with his emotions. His hair was pulled into big spikes on top of his head n they were died blue. He wore his red contax which made him luok even more goth.
“DONT SPEAK To MY SUPER SMEXY GIRLFRIEND LIKE THAT YOU TOE!!!!!” DRACO sobs, standing up and pushing me behind him. My big platform leather boots jingled and i almost tripped.
“DRACO YOU PUSHED ME!” I gasped and started crying harder. Big black striped of makeup stroleld down my face like a galaxy. Im like space remember lol
“I”M SORRY BABY I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!” Draco sprinted out of the room but left his chain on the desk. I grabbed it with my long nails and dashed after him. I fount him gasping for air against the piller.
Herminny Granger came up and shoved me to the ground. She giggled and ran away. Fucking prepz. I put my middle finger up at her.
~Time skipz to tonight lol~
“I have to go, draco” I gasped, looking depressed.
“What? Are you inliove with professor snap or something?” draco weaped while singing “im not okay” my mcr.
“So what if i am?” i said sneakily, closing my closet. I wore a big poofy dress with ripped black material and corset stuff on the front and back. My lips adorned blood read lipstick and my eyes were dead on the inside. I hummed dear maria count me in as i got dressed. Draco turned around so he wouldnt see me change because that is PORN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I pushed draco over so he hit the floor and walked into prof snap’s office.
“SNAPEY!” I yelled. He was in the corner looking sad and depressed, watching rain fall from the heavens.
“Oh. hello there.” he ejaculated as his long nose pointed in my direction and i felt tears wheel in my eyes. He stood and pulled off his cloak to reveal a fall out boy t shirt and ripped skinny jeans with doc martens and chains and zippers everywhere.
I GASPED “YOURE GOFFICK???????” I was stunned and he strutted over, shaking his thick, juicy, greasy ass.
“Yes, and emo and goth and punk and and alt and and indie and underground and a soundcloud rapper and in love with you.” He towards over my small frame and looked into my dark black and silver with small golden flecks orbs. I gasped and almost fainted.
“What about draco?” my voice shaked as he started singing death of a bachelor by my favorite band, the hot panic1
“Forget about that dog poop bag. You are all i need please marry me and become Avril Willow Way Urie Snape.” His mouth covered mine and i moaned into his lips. His tongue fought mine for dominance and his long ring covered hand found my ass. I gasped as he squeezed me and looked at his neck.
“Is that a stick and poke of a safety pin snapey?” I twirl his long, emo black, greesy hair inbetween my fingers.
“It symbolizes my hate for the patriarchy and my love for you”
JUST THEN DRACO WALKED IN AND PUNCHED SNAPE
“SHES MINE GRANDPA!” he yelled, throwing me over his shoulder! I moaned at the feeling and sobbed to be let down. He set me down and looked into my dead orbs with his blood red orbs. He was sobbing
“Snapes your gpa?” i groaned
“No” draco said back
“Oh” i winked
“But youre still mine” draco twerked
“No thanks. I love snap now”
Draco screamed and ran into the wall while hermiomy recorded and ronuld farted in response. Everyone in the hall started laughing.
“NO STOP I LOVE HIM!” I wheezed, throwing myself onto the floor in a big heap
Then I stood up and decided i had to go. The end
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Drarry idea?
i wrote this in my notes app ages ago (around july 2020?), and just came across it again and thought that i would post it here to see if it is something that others find plausable and interesting for a fic to be made about.
so obviously it starts with the idea that draco had a crush on harry during his time at hogwarts. but it is not that simple.
to accept this idea, you have to also sort of accept the idea that lucius malfoy was not a good father. he was not supportive. examples of lucius showing how bad he is at being a father include
his reaction to draco falling off his broom in his first quiddich game (was he embarrassed? ashamed?)
how he treated draco in borgin and burkes (obviously you dont want him messing with the stuff because some of it is likely dangerous, but you dont need to go swinging that cane/wand around like that to prove your point)
the way he tried to force draco to identify harry in the malfoy manor (narcissa basically had to tell him to calm down because be was trying to force draco to identify harry so that lucius could make up his failures)
the fact that he was willing to try kill harry when he was only 12 years old???? and when dumbledore was only in the other room??
theres likely more instances that i havent even mentioned, but this is just to maybe help justify dracos actions towards harry over the 7 books. i believe that these examples, which for some arent even in private, show that at home lucius was likely not any better. maybe whenever he got angry or did anything to upset draco, narcissa would come into his room afterwards at night to comfort him, and say “your father loves you very much draco, he is just a busy and stressed out man” or something along those lines/
draco would become so used to hearing that his father loves him despite what his actions might suggest, that internally he would somewhat begin associating this behaviour as a behaviour that was done with love
and then we get him with harry
and maybe hes in denial at the beginning, or maybe hes just oblivious, and he just thinks that he wanra ro pick on harry because harry rejected his friendship. but in reality hes trying to express his emotions in a way that he is used to ‘witnessing’. harry doesnt see him as a friend, so hes gotta do the next best thing which is bully him in the same way that his father bullies him, because hes subconsciously created this idea that it is acceptable to treat the people you care about this way.
there could even be instances where draco actually tried to act in a more affectionate way, but we wouldnt really know much about this because harry was so oblivious about half the stuff going on around him.
if anyone would actually read this as a fic, let me know, and let me know whether its something you would rather read within 5-20k word range, or 50-100k range or whatever like that. i wanna do something that people would actually read, and getting feedback will help me to motivate myself to actually write this
some other ideas that i would input into a fic include
one of the first things dobby says to harry is that it is an honour to meet him, but being a malfoy elf makes that hard to believe, unless hes overheard stories from draco 👀
in the chamber of secrets movie, draco is seen ripping a page out of a book at the beginning, and i like to believe that that is the page that hermione used to learn about the basilisk, so thank you draco
and the following is two different ways i can go towards the end, being stick to canon with
in the bathroom, when draco was going to cast crucio, it would not have worked because you have to actually mean it - he did not mean it
the reason narcissa asks harry about draco in the forest is because she has spent the last 7 years listening to draco talk about harry, whether that be in a complaining or affectionat way, she knows that harry will know whether draco is ok. a mother just knows
drarry begins to develop after the final battle
or i can diverge from canon around 6th year? harry knows something is up, and somehow rather than casting sectumsempra, ends up helping out draco and drarry begins to develop during this time.
when draco hears about his task and that the plan is to kill harry, he becomes uneasy about everything, but his father is still 100% believing in voldemort despite everything. draco begins questioning all of his family beliefs and values, because if his father has faith in the dark lord when he doesnt, then what other values should he reevaluate?
if youve gotten far enough that you are actually reading this, i thank you for your time and hope you have a great day, and let me know if this is something you want me to actually write (id likely write it on ao3 but might also do wattpad if people want me to)
#drarry#draco#harry potter#hogwarts#drarry fanfic#drarry fic rec#draco malfoy#lucius malfoy is a shit father#narcissa just wants her boy to be happy#ao3
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Can you write a Draco imagine based on the song traitor by Olivia Rodrigo. Where Draco and fem!xreader are dating since their third year, used to do everything together, they went to yule ball together, but in sixth year when Draco becomes a death eater, their relationship is not working anymore and the reader is not happy, she breaks up with him and starts dating Blaise shortly after like the song says, years later he gets a wedding invitation from them and she is pregnant with Blaise's baby?
Traitor.
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a/n : i’ve been listening to traitor for a whole week and it hurts me a lot skskskk but thank you for requesting! <3
draco loved her so much and he thought they would have their future just like the way they always imagined it to be, but he clearly was wrong.
he cherished every moments he had with her. when the first time he asked her out nervously and she agreed eventually. since then, they started dating. they’ve been dating since their third year.
he remembered when they were an iconic couple back then, people are so envy with their relationship. and when the yule ball comes, they came together and that night couldnt be more perfect.
that was until his sixth year. the worst year in his life.
he got chosen by the dark lord, he was marked as a death eater. y/n knew about it and told him it was fine because he didnt want to be one in the first place.
then he got his first task. he was so stressed about it. if he didnt succeed, ‘he’ threatened to kill him and her.
and thats when he grew distant. he was so focused on the task that he didnt paid any attention to his girlfriend.
but he did noticed, he noticed how she gets closer to one of his best mate, blaise zabini. at first it was just a simple conversation, until it turned into something more.
he saw it with his own eyes. he talked to her about it but she always brushed it off.
“y/n..” he called out making her turning her head to him.
“yes draco?”
“i- i want you to be honest with me..” y/n swore she could feel her heart dropped to her stomach. she signaling him to go on.
“are you seeing blaise?” she froze at her seat. she takes a big sighed before answering.
“no, i’m not draco. we’re just friends. he knew i’m with you.”
she always dodged his questions and telling him that he was just being paranoid because of his tasks and he believed it.
“draco you’re just being paranoid!” she shouted in the middle of their argument. they’ve been fighting these past few days.
“relax, draco. i think you just got overwhelmed with all of the dark lord’s tasks.” she sat him up on the bed, pulling him into her warm embrace until it turned into more than innocent comfort.
y/n started to hanging out more with blaise, whenever he wasnt there, she always seek her chance to see him. he knew about it, but he just keep quiet so that he could kept her.
it wasn’t her fault, its his. if only he didnt became a death eater, if he could spend more time with her, this wouldnt happened.
and thats when it hit him.
“draco i- i think we should see other people. this isnt working out anymore, you know it. i’m really sorry”
no you weren’t sorry.
“its blaise, isnt it?”
“no. draco listen, i still care about you and you can always talk to me whenever you need it, but this relationship is just- its just not working out anymore.” she repeated her words, still avoiding his assumptions, but he already knew.
draco cried that night in his dorm. wishing that he could turn back the time to where they were still happy with each other. and he blamed it all on the dark lord.
it only took her 2 weeks to go off and date blaise. after they called it quit, she already became his.
how could he be so stupid? it was so obvious. he wondered if she even loved him in the first place. and thats when the realization hit him, it wasnt his fault.
he know she didnt cheat, but she is still a traitor.
years passed, they’ve graduated and separated on their own ways, he has been seeing astoria greengrass lately, his parents arranged her for him. but he would be lying if he said his first love has left his heart yet.
draco was standing by his balcony, staring at the view in front of him, inhaling the fresh air, he closed his eyes.
but suddenly an owl flew to him, sitting on the edge of his balcony. he takes the letter the owl sent him, he opened it only to broke his heart even more.
it was a wedding invitation. its written y/n’s name and blaise zabini on it. he stared at the invitation blankly until he realized tears already building up in his eyes. he threw the invitation.
little did they know, draco came that day. he watched them getting married to each other from far away. then he noticed y/n has a little bump in her stomach, she’s pregnant, with blaise’s child.
he told himself it should’ve been him. stood in the altar with her and she carrying his child. it was supposed to be him, they always planned their future like that. if only she didn’t became a traitor.
draco went back to his manor, he cant take it anymore. seeing his first love getting married to the person he always considered as his brother.
he walked inside his home, he wanted to meet his father, he knew he shouldn’t be doing this but he would take it anyway.
“father? can i have a word with you?” lucius straightened up his body on his seat, he motioned draco to take a seat in front of him.
“go ahead, son.” draco takes a deep sigh before opening his mouth.
“i accept the arrangements.”
god, i wish you had thought this through before i went and fell in love with you.
she turned him into a mess.
all because of she had betrayed him.
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i feel really bad for draco after writing this lol
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This is one out of ? old writings that I am transcribing because my friends liked my post cause they love me ♥
TW: Abuse mention, self worth issues, depression, Vague mentions of hard to hear things; Vague abuse referenced; Crying
Draco was sitting on his bed, lost in thought. he had music playing from his speaker, but he wasn’t really listening to it. He was... somewhere in-between disassociation and trapped in his own thoughts.
He was struggling to focus on anything at all, aside from the overwhelming longing he was filled with. Yes, Draco Malfoy missed his father. His abusive at worst, manipulative at best, father.
His father- the man who had beaten, assaulted, and pushed his mental and physical abilities past their limits...the man who did so many unspeakable things to him. He missed him. He didnt miss the abuse, not one bit. he would swear that he didnt need the abuse or corrections, either. he didnt, at all. it wasnt that, he just... when his father was abusing him, he was paying attention to him. even if it was just for his own, cruel, abusive desires.
Lucius hadn’t gone anywhere, not really. He had just stopped paying attention to draco; Without the abuse, Lucius had no reason to address him at all.
draco was not receiving any attention from lucius without the abuse; it wasnt the lack of kindness that bothered him, though. He could barely remember a time when lucius had ever been kind to him- though he wasnt really trying to remember anything like that.
What really bothered him, however, was the worst thing of all- The disappointment that he felt when he realized he had ruined everything.
Lucius had given up on him entirely. He no longer believed that draco was worth salvaging, worth the attention or effort it took to train him, to learn anything from his lessons as lucius called them. He didnt think that draco could improve or change.
The thought of lucius no longer caring about him anymore- it destroyed him. it made him cry, honestly. He flopped, dramatically, onto his bed and hugged a fluffy throw pillow to his face, to muffle his crying.
The shame and the confused guilt overwhelmed him.
lucius’ behavior had caused fractures to dracos self-worth, his belief that he was worth anything at all. The cruelty was breaking him.
He wanted his daddy’s approval, his love. he wanted to prove that he was worthy of anyone’s love, but his fathers, too. he had tried so hard to be worthy, to be good. he had somehow failed so tragically, that lucius wanted nothing to do with him. only, he didnt know what he had done- and he had no idea how to fix it. he wanted to fix it- to make lucius not mad at him, to have his father love him, again.
He truly was so broken, so messed up. the abuse had destroyed him. he was warped. he believed that no one would ever truly love him, would ever want him. he was irredeemable; he wouldnt be able to be worthy or salvageable. He would never be saved- he didnt deserve to be.
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