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rockingrobin69 · 2 months

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pt. 2

“You always call me that,” Harry Potter said softly. “Full name, like I’m in trouble.”

“It’s your name,” Draco said. “What would you have me call you? Sugar plum? Honeybunch?”

A worrying choking sound filled the room. Harry Potter was… doing something, not smiling but not not-smiling either, something warm and addictive and very pleased.

“No! Nothing like that!”

“Ah. I see. You're more into the whole animal theme. Lambkin? Duckie? Little lion. Or we can go multilingual. Mon petit chou?”

“Malfoy!”

With the beaming, the unfair, unbearable beaming. Wiping his smirk physically, with a hand, “You're right, you're right, cabbage is not an animal, but I'm running out of ideas here, and you’re no help. Snoozypants? Squiddle-dee? Floopsypops?”

Harry Potter laughed so hard he was tearing up. “Is that—is that how you think normal people call each other?”

“Oh,” helplessly, “I’m sorry, High Lord of the Most Esteemed Committee of Naming and Such, is that too far out of the realm of possibility in a world in which Albus Percival Wulfric—”

“Snoozypants?”

“Liked that one, sweetheart?”

There was that blush. The top-to-bottom, hair-roots-to-feet. It made something in Draco’s belly clench, or unclench, or, just, react. It drew him closer somehow.

Harry Potter was still chuckling, tiny little hiccoughs of it making him jump. With another step forward, Draco murmured: “Unless, of course, you have a better idea?”

His eyes were so big. So—startled. Draco, feeling all of a sudden rather predatory, hastily removed himself from Harry Potter’s personal space and launched his overheated body on the sofa. “Well! That’s the matter sorted, then. Snoozlepants it is. I shall make it official upon my next visit to the Ministry. There might be an outcry, at first, but—”

Stopped when Harry Potter was suddenly very close. “Snoozypants,” he said, nonsensically.

“Bless you?”

“No. You said it wrong. You said—something else. I’m Snoozypants, from now on.” Grumpily, almost. Draco, enchanted, was also severely and terribly charmed.

“Well met,” he sputtered, and even put out a hand, like this was a totally sensible thing to do and not, say, a life-or-death situation that required a lot more courage than he ever had. “I’m—” ran out of words.

“Frimpton,” said Harry Potter. “Frimpton Mousipuff Hendersworth. The Third.”

Draco’s eyebrow hiked all the way up. “Mousipuff? That sounds suspiciously close to a certain House in which we both know I was not.”

Harry Potter shrugged. His face was so alight and so impossibly sweet that Draco nearly gagged. “Sorry, nothing for it now. The name’s been decided by the High Lord of Names and So On or whatever it was you said.”

“Hmm,” Draco huffed, oddly happy. “And here I thought I could outrun those stuffy ancestral monikers.”

“You still go by Draco Lucius Abraxas Malfoy?”

Pretending a hex to the chest, staggering backwards, “Point taken. Mousipuff it is.”

“Frimpton Mousipuff. Henderson. The third.”

“Begging your pardon, Snoozles, it was Hendersworth, not—”

“Ah-ha! So you were paying attention! I knew it.”

Somehow, in all this ridiculousness, Harry Potter was now seated next to him, thigh to thigh although the sofa wasn’t that cramped. He was pure ridiculousness in its purest form. Draco’s brain was barely even coming up with syllables anymore.

“Good,” someone said. Harry Potter. He was speaking. “I like it when you pay attention.”

Draco blinked.

“I like it when you—with me,” Harry Potter waved a hand in the very-little space between them. “Like this.”

Ohs kept exploding inside his chest. Highly inconvenient and likely dangerous. “Oh,” Draco said, out loud.

Harry Potter—he—he—lay his head, gently, on Draco’s shoulder. Melted with the biggest, most contended sigh. He was ridiculous and so warm and very real on Draco’s very real body part and none of this made the slightest bit of sense.

Helplessly, obviously, Draco melted too.

(This is not exactly a sequel to this little thing)

#drarry fic #mostly just sweetness #this is a hard part of the month and sometimes we gotta keep our minds busy #anyway: i think harry would greatly appreciate the chance to be utterly silly with someone #and i think draco will give in to him every single time

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phas3d · 4 months

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Crushing on You || Slytherin Boys

type :: fluff

tw/cw :: none

contains :: draco malfoy, tom riddle, mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

summary :: cute little loser things they do because they’re so down bad for you. inspired by the fucking masterpiece that is ONE DAY ONE NIGHTTTT AHHHHHH by bts ofc. some of these might be creepy but I think they’re cute

DRACO MALFOY

It’s always an enemies to lovers for him, he literally cannot get crushes on someone unless he hates their guts

Probably cause he got daddy issue but meh, we’re not solving that today

He HATED your guts, he has literally thought of getting a hit-man on you before

You’re his rival in every single aspect, even more than Harry is

Academics, you’re better

Athletics, you’re better

Clubs and community, you’re WAY better

He hates you and makes fun of you every single day and time he gets the chance

Even worse, Harry, Hermione, and Ron all come to defend you which makes him even more mad

But overtime, his aggressive staring and cursing under his breath turned into admiration

It all started when one day during Quidditch practice, some annoying 3rd year thought it would funny to mess with Draco’s broom

He ended up malfunctioning during practice, almost speeding into the walls of the school at astounding speeds

But luckily, you came just in time and yanked him off his broom, letting his broon get destroyed into the castle. But he was unharmed and was wrapped securely in your arms

From then on, he’s had a huge crush on you and all of his hatred turned into admiration

His aggressive stares were a bit softer and his insults had a hidden compliment in it

Everyone thinks that maybe he just feels bad and is finally regretting how rude he’s been to you, which is kinda true

He’s always watching over you, kinda like a stalker (because he is one)

He learns your daily routine, your favorite foods, clothing brands, makeup products, skincare routine, everything

Goes as far to hire and pay different students to watch after you if he’s busy

Somehow, you never notice and just think that people are nosy

He takes his research really far though, like straight up creepy

Draco gets his hands on all of your medical history, every single thing about you

He learns what your allergic too, what your rising sign is, how much you weigh at every check up

When he finds out that you’re anemic, he crushes up pills and sneakily adds it to your food to make sure you’re healthy

Does this with other things too, like Vitamin C, iron pills, etc etc etc

But in the end, it helps you a lot and makes you feel much better

And it makes him happy to know that you’re better because of him

One day, you get asked out by none other than Harry Potter

Instantly, Draco is enraged and everything in his sight is going to die a painful death

He feels betrayed by you despite treating you like utter shit for so many years

Not the mention he’s also gotten with maybe two or three other girls

He plans to ruin your date and he succeed

He burns Harry’s outfit, posses someone to spill hot tea on you, and even goes as far to sneak food you’re allergic to into your food

The date ends with you crying back to your dorm and Harry beating himself up

From this, Draco is happy and prepares to come and play knight-in-shining armor for you

But once again, he sees Harry comforting you and giving you a tight hug

Draco is literally about to kill Harry for this, cause ain’t no way he just did ALL of that for Harry to swoop in again

“You can’t take her! I loved her first! I love her more than your stupid four-eyed could ever!” He shouts at Harry

So yeah…. He just confessed out of rage

TOM RIDDLE

Never ever EVER will he get caught lacking for someone

This man keeps all of his lovey dovey feelings to himself, bro literally got a diary 😭

But when he saw you, and just like all of those dumb movies he’s seen, he was instantly love struck by you

He never knew that this was possible, he’s instantly disgusted with himself and does his best to the diminish the crush

But it won’t go away… you’re just perfect in every way

He’s so frustrated that he genuinely thinks of just killing you

But, thank GOD, he decides to not kill you and just become a stalker 😊

He finds out your entire schedule and walking path just so he can get small glimpses of you

Whenever you see him or make eye contact with him, he looks at you like you killed his entire family and he’s coming for revenge

But he’s actually drooling and hearing the most beautiful classical piano in the background

He sees you as a god/goddess that blessed him with your presence

Tom has always seen himself as the chosen one, the one given enough power to destroy and fix the world

And he sees you as his future Queen to the brand new world he will make :) kinda romanticccc

Finds all of your social media and stalks it for hours

He makes one of those fake burner accounts that looks like a bot

So when he follows you, you think nothing of it

But in reality, he’s watching you in depth

Bro finds your SPOTIFY and YOUR AO3 ACCOUNT… That’s how crazy he is

He made an entire playlist of every song you’ve ever posted and mentioned

He listens to it daily :)

Honestly, he’s just like me fr

He’s just a lil crazy and wants to know EVERYTHING about you

If you ever come up to him or are assigned partners, oh my god he’s gonna act so cold

Acts like he hates your guts and despises your existence

But in reality, he’s gonna thank every single religious figure out there for blessing him with allowing him to be in your space

MATTHEO RIDDLE

When he first saw you, he thought you were fine as hell

He was just trying to get into your pants

But when he tried to make a move, you scoffed and shoved him away

Instantly, he was attracted to you

He’s only been rejected like twice, and both times it ended with them begging on their knees for him

He was about to do the exact same thing to you

Unlike the others, he’s the only one that shows it and actively makes a move

Constantly flirts with you, no matter the time or day

Kinda like Filipino courtingggg 🤭

Finds all of your classes and walks you to all of them

Even though you want to walk with your friends, he won’t let you and always pulls you away from them

He skips his classes constantly just so he can be with you and flirt with you more

Even if you keep rejecting him or even slap him, he won’t stop. He loves when girls play hard to get

Sends you flowers, they’re a little bit ugly, but it’s the thought that counts

Sends you chocolates and stuffed animals to the point where a whole section of your dorm is dedicated to the pile of 65 stuffed animals you’ve received

He can’t really write poems or love songs, but he sends you little drawings that are barely readable

He makes little stick figures to represent you guys, one that’s super tall with abs (him) and another one that has hair and a triangle body (you)

Although you can barely understand his chicken scratch drawings, it makes you giggle from how stupid they are

Sometimes it’s him fighting off dragons, or you drowning and he saves you, or him being a rich king and you’re his queen

Never ever gives up on you, no matter what

Will fight off every single competition he has, he doesn’t care if they end up paralyzed

One time, someone older than you guys by one year tried to ask you out

Because he was a grade above you guys, he thought Mattheo wouldn’t fight him

But nopppeeee he was dead wrong, Mattheo sent him to the hospital wing repeatedly for a whole month

Even though the poor guy learned his lesson, Mattheo was mad that not only did he have the balls to ask you out but to also doubt Mattheo’s strength

Surprisingly, he cares a lot towards your friends as well and never leaves him out of the picture which is sweet

If you get a 100 roses from him (an almost daily occurrence), then he’ll get your best friends a small bouquet of 10-12 roses in return

If you get a huge chocolate box of the most expensive chocolates, then your friends get a small little wrapped box of a few chocolates

It’s really sweet and it makes your friends see that he’s actually pretty cool and sweet

Definitely goes around and lies to people by saying you two are dating

Eventually, everyone is fucking tired of you guys and basically sees you as a couple

One day, your friends say they’re gonna have a girls day and ask you to meet them at this nice restaurant

But surprise! The girls lied, you got all dressed up for nothing :(

But surprise again! Mattheo pops up. Your friends set you up with him to help you two to finally start dating

THEODORE NOTT

He’s had plenty of one night stands, weird situation-ships, and more but with you, he’s never had that

You’ve been his friend for ages, before he got hot and ripped

And he appreciated you a lot for that, he felt like he could finally be himself with someone

Over the years, he’s slowly gotten more and more comfortable with you

When he was going to bed, he thought to himself “I wouldn’t mind marrying (y/n)”

He smiled as he said that, about to sleep until his eyes shot wide open as he repeated what he said

“I wouldn’t mind marrying (y/n)??!???!!?”

When he realized he likes you, he’s a complete idiot

Normally with girls, he’s super smooth and charismatic - but that’s only because he’s trying to get into their pants

With you, you knew all his tactics and how awful of a person he can and HAS been over the years

You’ve seen him cheat, yell, and sometimes be borderline abusive to his past girlfriends

He starts to worry about how you perceive him and wants to make sure he seems like a good option

He becomes so awkward around you, it’s painful

Starts to be way nicer to you than he ever has been and becomes a lot more chivalrous

He takes off his jacket and shields you from rain, if anyone teases you he’ll get really defensive, he spoon feeds you at times, always pays for your lunch and dinner

Even goes as far as to take you on shopping sprees with no limit - even if you say no he’ll just keep track of everything you look at and buy it for you

Gets you flowers every week and always excuses it as “this is what best friends always do”

You two are basically dating… just without an official title

He’s TERRIFIEDDDD to ask, he’s literally had break downs over his fear of you rejecting him

Please just confess to him yourself, I’m not sure when he’ll get the balls and confidence to do it

LORENZO BERKSHIRE

He’s the most sane out of all of them all 😭

Literally the one line from Taylor Swift, “in a world of boys he’s a gentleman” AHAAAAHHHHH

He gets a crush on you after you two are partnered for a long term project

Loves how smart and dedicated you are, it inspires him to be the same way

Sometimes he purposely acts dumb just so that you’ll help him

Always pays attention to the small details and everything you do

Spoils you ROTTEN omg

Will take you out to go shopping with him and he whips out his black card and casually drops 25k just on clothes and makeup for you

He loves the feeling of spoiling you, makes him feel like your future husband

Praises you for everything, even the bare minimum

“Woah! I like your outfit!” And you’re literally wearing the required school uniform

He wants to date you and call you his own, but he knows he’s a fuck boy deep down

Every time he’s dated a girl, he’s ended up breaking up with them because he can’t commit or just straight up cheating on them

He’s very confident that he could change and be better, but he wants to be perfect before he dares you

Because he sees you as perfect :”) and you only deserve the best

You help motivate him to become better, even though you didn’t know you did

Starts going to the gym, works harder in school, tries to be more nice to everyone

Eventually, he’ll get the guts to ask you out for the Yule ball but he’ll keep saying you’re going as “friends”

But one day you’ll overhear him and his group talking about how fat of a crush he has on you

They all tease him and call him a simp, loverboy, everything

But when he sees that you’ve been listening the entire time, he’s so reddddd

Tries to hide his face and runs away, he avoids you for a little bit

He’s so so so scared of not being good enough or even ruining his relationship with you

He’d genuinely be okay with just being your best friend for all his life whilst loving you, even though it would hurt him so badly

Please just accept this boy 🙏 tell this man he’s enough and that you love him

read more here! :D

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sinsirellaxx · 12 days

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Toxic!Slytherin boys when they realize that if they don't make an effort to change, they will never fully win the heart of the person they believe to be the love of their life.

Slytherin Boys – when they realize that they could lose you if they don't make an effort to change

Warnings: toxic boys, being their toxic selves.

Mattheo …

… would struggle so much. He would be in complete denial and think that everyone else was trying to force you apart until you finally broke down in front of him because of something he had said. His eyes had widened when he heard you whimper as you cried. And that was the first time he actually questioned himself.

… was plagued by nightmares that night, when he laid in bed. Nightmares of losing you. In the morning, he had to accept the truth: He was going to lose you if he didn’t change.

… would change slowly, as it proved to be more difficult to let old habits die than he expected. He wouldn’t talk about it or apologize to you in fear of making you realize what big of an asshole he had been to you – he couldn’t risk losing you. He would only apologize and tell you he’d change if you were to fight.

Theodore …

… is confused when you angrily shut the door behind you, standing in the middle of his room, all alone, with his mouth agape.

… would immediately take it back a notch and suppress the urge to control and manipulate you.

… would apologize to you with tears in his beautiful eyes as he lifted your hands to his face to press kisses onto every single finger.

… would not be as cocky and arrogant as usual after being ignored by you for days – because for the first time ever, he was scared of losing you.

… would buy you flowers every day – he would even make the lemon biscotti his late mother used to make him to cheer him up.

“My mother used to make these for me to express her love for me and I hope it conveys the same message to you. I’m so sorry, amore. I was wrong – please forgive me.”

Lorenzo …

… would be dead-serious when he realized you were drifting away.

… would try everything to tighten his grip on you – which backfired at first. While he was trying to pull you closer, he pushed you even further away with his clinginess.

… would have to confide in his friend, for he couldn’t find a balanced way to change but he wouldn’t be satisfied with their feedback.

… in the end he would sit you down and talk to you – heart to heart. He would push aside his pride and talk about his insecurities with you and tell you that he wanted to change.

… had been scared at first – thinking you would laugh into his face. However, it seemed to be the right thing to do as you seemed to melt away at his vulnerability, throwing your arms around him in a warm embrace.

“Thank you, love. I’ll be better, I promise.”

Draco …

… panics.

… is frantic because he does not know what to do. What were you expecting of him?

… would be too proud to ask you.

… asks his mother instead, who is disappointed by her son’s behavior.

… will think about his mother’s words after the hour-long lecture that he had to sit through and will try to apply some of her advice.

… will work really hard to make things right.

“I’m sorry for neglecting your feelings, princess.”

Blaise …

… knew it was coming.

… knew that you were smart and that you would probably be fed up with him if he went too far – which he apparently did.

… he’d be at your door the next morning after the fight, ready to do whatever you asked of him.

“Babe, I truly love you – please forgive me. I know you love me too. So, please … give me another chance.”

Tom …

… refuses to change.

… does not recognize his mistakes or wrong-doings – he thinks you’re being overly sensitive and dramatic.

… is a legilimens and uses his abilities to his advantage – if he finds out that you are too weak to leave him – too in love – he’ll never change.

… however, if he is worried, he’ll entertain your wish for him to change occasionally. Giving into some of your demands once in a while if it works out for him only to go back to his usual ways.

… will have you trapped that way. If you somehow try to leave him, he’ll still have his trusted wand to assist him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, doll. Now be a good girl and come here – you know I’d never harm you in any way.”

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berryzxx · 6 months

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i really like ur theo headcanons so is it possible if u could do a fic based off of the 11th one. If not could u do a fic where he's had a fight because of you. thanks

I'll try harder

11) Ends up in the infirmary a lot, Madam Pomfrey thinks he's a "troubled yet entertaining student"

Hope u like it x

"Where is my boyfriend?" I asked Draco, my annoyance increasing with his obvious distractions so he didn't have to answer my question.

He gave me a once over, his cool gaze unaffected by my anger "Your boyfriend is currently busy. I'm sure you'll see him tomorrow...or in a few days depending on the situation"

I was going to pull my hair out if I didn't get a direct answer soon "Draco Malfoy if you don't tell me right now I will drag Pansy here and tell her you like her"

His blank expression didn't change except the flicker of annoyance in his grey eyes "And where did you receive that false information from?"

I smiled at him "Just because it's false doesn't mean people aren't going to believe it. Did you know all it takes is one little whisper for a rumour to be spread across the whole of Hogwarts?"

Draco smirked, crossing his arms "Blackmailing me, y/l/n? Looks like Nott does benefit you in some way." "Tell me"

"He's in the hospital wing and before you run away to mother him, if I hear a single word about me liking that awful witch-"

"Your threats don't matter to me right now, Malfoy. But thanks anyway" I rushed off to where he had said Theo was, trying to rid my thoughts of everything that I imagined had happened to him. He was fine walking off the quidditch pitch and there were no serious injuries while he played so why was he there?

I knocked on the door, making sure it was loud enough for someone to hear. If the door didn't open I would barge in myself. Before I could do just that Madam Pomfrey opened the door giving me a sympathetic smile "Here to see Theodore?"

I nodded my head trying to see behind her to no avail. All I could see were a few drawn curtains and another few beds unoccupied.

"Go on in then, he's the third one." I rushed past her muttering a quick thank you. She was probably fed up of having me to see me at her door every other day.

I approached the third bed and pushed the curtains to the side. I didn't know what I expected but it wasn't Theo sat up reading a book with his head wrapped in white gauze. Otherwise he looked completely fine.

"Hey" I left a small kiss on his cheek and sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for him to answer the questions I was too afraid to ask.

He let out a sigh and placed his book near his pillow, shifting further to the left so I had more space on the bed.

"Who told you I was here?"

I furrowed my eyebrows in annoyance and confusion "That's not important. What's important is what are you doing here? Don't tell me you got into another fight"

He gave me a slight smile, his expression showing discomfort.

"Theo. Why? Why are you always fighting?"

"For the record I won the fight, sweetheart."

I scoffed "Well clearly not if you've got that on your head and your opponent isn't even in the hospital wing right now"

He grinned as if he found something funny "He's having a meeting with Snape that's why."

He wasn't getting the point. He just didn't seem to care that what he was doing was wrong and it affected others as well. "What happened? I want the truth"

His smile dropped, becoming suddenly serious to when I asked for the truth.

"Well, the guy who asked you out the other day and you rejected him. He was talking shit about you so I decided to fuck him up a bit. You know, so he'd know that he didn't have the right to talk about you like that...no one does"

I sighed. The fact that he was fighting because of something said about me was nice of him but I didn't want him hurt because of that.

"Theo he said something about me. Not you. I don't want you hurt every time someone says a single thing against me"

He sat up suddenly, anger evident on his face "And why the fuck not? If he's going to talk about my girlfriend like that do you think I'm just gonna stand there and not do shit all?"

"But Theo your hurt because of it! I don't want that for you"

He slumped back down and didn't bother looking at me "I don't fucking care about being hurt. If I hear a single word against you-"

"Just ignore it!" I was getting annoyed now. Why was he so desperate to be hurt because of something I didn't even care that much about?

"Ignore it? Your fucking crazy if you think I'll ignore something like that"

I stood up ready to do something. Ready to shout at him, to push him off the bed, to do anything but sit there and tell him time and time again that I didn't want him hurt because of something so irrelevant. Tears welled up in my eyes, I tried blinking them away but instead a few fell down making their way down my cheeks.

"Well your good at ignoring one thing! Our fucking date that your missing because of your detention. Is that what you wanted?" I wiped the remaining tears from my face, anger coursing through my veins. Theo finally deigned to look at me after having raised my voice, something I rarely did.

His eyes widened in shock "I didn't realise. Fuck. I'm sorry Y/n, I didn't even realise and- I didn't mean for you to cry. I'm so fucking sorry"

"It's a little late for that isn't it. What does it matter when you've missed the second date this month because of some stupid fighting you can't control"

He leant toward me, reaching for my hand the warmth of his hand seeping into me. "I am so sorry. I am so fucking sorry, sweetheart. What do you want me to do? I swear I won't fight again...unless the person deserves it"

I sat back down, the anger vanishing from me, Theo's comforting hand grounding me.

"Lay down with me. Please." He asked quietly, eyes full of sorrow.

I turned so I could lay down next to him his arm coming around my waist to pull me closer to him. He dropped a kiss to the top of my head "I really am sorry Y/n. I don't want you to be upset over something I've done"

I shook my head "I'm not upset. I just don't want my boyfriend to be in the hospital wing for half the year"

"I'll try harder" He whispered.

"Just try harder on the fighting aspect. Otherwise your perfect"

I smiled at him and the one he gave back made my heart melt. I loved him.

(Not proof read)

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luv4freddie · 4 months

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The Mark - D.M

Reader comforts Draco after he gets the dark mark

Exactly what you think it’s gonna be like. Tragic backstory, mentions of voldy and war, so sad, angst/comfort, 776 words

Draco Malfoy was tired.

He was exhausted, yes. But he was tired of being the man of the family. He was tired of being a Malfoy heir, of being forced into boxes in order to make his family proud.

And now it was too late.

He laid in his four poster bed, fighting against the tears blooming behind his eyes and the stinging sensation on his forearm.

He shivered— he felt dirty. Disgusting in a way that wouldn’t wash out no matter how many times he scrubbed the spot where bony white fingers had grasped his arm.

He wanted to kick and scream like a toddler, but even now he couldn’t express the emotions building up in his chest— adrenaline, shame, fear, all joining in on his downfall.

He laid unresponsive, too tired to move but unable to fall asleep.

He can still hear his mother crying downstairs. She hadn’t stopped since the Dark Lord had left the manor, and taken her sons innocence and choice along with him.

Draco faintly registers the smell of smoke and a tumbling sound, but he makes no attempt to investigate, chalking it up to a clumsy house elf.

At least until he hears your voice.

“Dray?” It’s gentle in a way that makes all of his emotions perk up, fighting their way to his face as he finally moves; sitting up to face where you stand, freshly out of his fireplace.

He wants to talk— ask what you’re doing here, how you got there, if you still love him— but instead the most embarrassing thing happens.

Draco Malfoy starts crying.

Draco has not cried since third year, but a single look at you has him sobbing out into the stillness of the house.

Within seconds you’re next to him, pulling him into your chest and stroking his hair while you mumble reassurances into his ear.

He cries for a long time, giving his mother a run for her money with the his sobs echo off the walls, the silencing charm you’d put up to shield him from Narcissa’s ears only making them reverberate louder.

By the time he’s finally calmed down his voice is raspy and his eyes are bloodshot.

“They’re monitoring floo.”

“I know,” you hush him, “but that’s for the order members. They won’t care about us. They probably think I’m just sneaking out to smog you.”

He lets out a chuckle, but it’s airy and there’s no real humor in it.

He wants to tell you. But at the same time, he’s terrified that you’re going to be disgusted— that you’d get up and leave him just like everyone else when he inevitably disappoints.

You notice he subconsciously fiddles with the edge of his sleeve, and you grab his hand, bringing it up to place a kiss on his fingers.

“I know already.”

You want to cry with the amount of fear in his eyes when they meet yours.

“You- how?”

“Your mom was talking to mine about it.”

He lets out a scoff, “it’s a miracle she can get anything out with the way she’s been crying.”

You sigh, “can you blame her?”

“I’m the one that got branded, why’s she crying?”

You smooth a gentle finger over his sleeve, hating the way he flinches.

“Because you’re now a part of this war, a bigger part than anyone your age should ever be.”

He buries further into you, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and appreciating the way you wrap your arms around him, squeezing just enough to press your bodies into each other.

“Do you still love me?”

His voice is so small and hidden from where he’s laying, but you hear it nonetheless, and your heart shatters into a billion tiny pieces at the vulnerability and disappointment in it.

He’s expecting you to say no.

Instead, you grab his arm, bringing it up to where you can see it. At first he refuses to let you move his sleeve, but he quickly tires, watching your every move with droopy eyes and resigned interest.

He inhales sharply when you do it— roll his sleeve up and press a soft kiss directly onto the middle of the mark, right where the snake winds around the mouth.

“The Dark Lord himself couldn’t make me stop loving you, Draco Malfoy. This doesn’t change who you are.”

He breathes a small sigh of relief.

He was still a death eater, still an heir, and still guilty—but you loved him, and you weren’t going to leave him because of it.

So maybe— just maybe— he could survive this war. As long as you were here

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mxlfoydraco · 1 year

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Hello! I'm getting back into fandom after many years and was hoping you could recommend the best (or most popular) drarry fics to come out in the last 5 years?? The longer the better! I'm having such a blast re-reading old favs and would love more to read! Thank you so much!

I was also away from the fandom the past three years, we share the feeling! I'll go for +100k and skip super well known examples (e.g., Grounds for Divorce)

Alucinatio by alexmeg (127k)

"It's... it's not good," Harry tells them lowly. "They've given him a month's time, only." There is so much he needs to explain, but his head is foggy and exhausted and he can't think properly, can't think of how to relay all that he's learned. "Have you heard of Alucinatio?" is what he starts with. "The Daydream potion," Hermione says. "The person who intakes it experiences very vivid and realistic daydreams of all they could ever want, but is essentially in a severely catatonic state out in the external world, incapable of any basic functions." Harry nods. "Somebody's given it to Malfoy." He remembers the tattered remains of a black coak wrapped around Malfoy. "I think it might have been Professor Snape." They take a minute to process that. "And... the cure?" Ron asks. "Tears of anyone the experiencer craves love of," Hermione answers.

I Do Not Love You by Writ_and_romance (228k)

In 2013, a carefully-designed Obliviation leaves Harry reconfiguring his life and identity without any memories of true love; an act that’s essentially erased Draco Malfoy from his mind despite a wedding band and shared home. In 2000, Draco had expected Pansy’s relationship with Luna to bring the Gryffindors a bit closer to his orbit of quiet, carefully pacifistic existence, but he never expected to navigate such a transparent embrace into a unit of family, friendship, and love. A mystery, two love stories, and a reminder that learning to love never has an end date.

Nor All That Glisters by @sweet-s0rr0w (110k)

Lonely and frustrated on house arrest, with no prospects for the future, Draco begins brewing Felix Felicis in an attempt to improve his lot. Just in the short term, of course. He isn’t a total idiot.

But before long he finds himself with a thriving business, a nice flat, some actual (albeit irritatingly Gryffindor) friends, and a very satisfying sex life. What’s more, no-one is hexing him in the street. And Harry Potter is single, and gorgeous, and giving Draco decidedly interested looks.

Stop taking the Felix? You must be joking…

Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by @norelationtoatticus (104k)

Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.

Every Hour Has Led to This by @sassy-cissa (105k)

Banned from the wizarding world and sentenced to live as a Muggle for ten years, Draco Malfoy finds his world turned upside down. Navigating the Muggle world becomes easier thanks to help from some unexpected strangers who become family. But when his mother insists Draco fulfil an agreement set when he was a child, he finds himself married and a father. Then a divorced single father. After the war Harry Potter found himself without purpose, until an unexpected offer changed his life. Playboy, Quidditch star, war hero – Harry seems to have it all, until a Quidditch accident ends his career. Lost and without purpose, Harry’s life is lonely until a surprising event brings him to Draco’s door…literally. Running parallel lives for nearly 10 years, when they reconnect both Draco and Harry find the passion for life that had been missing. A story of love and loss and how the best things in life happen in their own time

Pages of You by @wolfpants (101k)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't.

In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire.

A story about trying to figure out who you are, where you're going in life, and who you want to take along with you.

Notes on a resurrection by newleaves (126k)

It was never Draco’s intention to raise Sirius Black from the dead.

The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry (103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

Turning Leaves by @kbrick (112k)

Draco and Harry have a one-night stand that ends in disaster after Harry tells Draco he's unable to move beyond their poisonous past. So when Draco finds an unusual Time-Turner in the Department of Mysteries, he seizes the opportunity to start fresh with Harry. Only instead of fixing things, he keeps making them worse.

Bolts by @lqtraintracks (114k)

Harry joins the Hogwarts staff as the new History of Magic Professor, while Draco has already been teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts for the past year. When Samantha, a first year, is being bullied one day and throws a made-up Truth curse at her harasser, only to accidentally hit Harry instead, Harry becomes cursed to tell the truth, and not only that, he has to regularly tell it to Draco Malfoy. Samantha is clearly gifted, maybe the most powerful witch or wizard to ever come through Hogwarts, and yet she has no idea how to take the curse off. As they work to remove it—and also teach Samantha how to control a power that's becoming more dangerous by the day—will Harry's truths become too much to handle? And will whatever’s going on with Draco just make everything exponentially worse?

Freedom to be by @quicksilvermaid (169k)

Harry Potter is the Boy Who Lived. 12 years after the war, he's become the Boy Who Lived For Everyone Else. He has the perfect wife. The perfect house. The perfect job. The perfect friends. Only nothing feels perfect. Until one day he stumbles across a club called Release and begins a journey of self-discovery that takes him to a very different place.

By the Grace by @letteredlettered (139k)

Harry is an Auror instructor. Malfoy wants to be an Auror.

Two to Shore by Lamplighter (204k)

Harry and Draco meet in Madam Malkin’s and instantly take a liking to each other. Just kidding. They don’t, but Harry does get sorted into Slytherin, and they do become extremely good friends.

Way Down We Go by @xiaq (109k)

The war was over. Or at least that’s what the papers said. They’d been saying it, for months, as if people needed reminding. Maybe they did.

In which Harry and Draco both run away from their pasts and conveniently choose to hide in the same tiny American town. It's super.

Nyctophilia by prolonged_autumn (107k)

Everyone's back for 8th year, and Harry and his friends seem determined to spend their last year in school running around at night, hyped up on coffee and alcohol and Honeydukes candy, doing all the childish things they didn't have the chance to do before. Draco watches as he's always watched: from afar, quiet and bitter and hopelessly in love. That is, until Pansy decides she's had quite enough of it.

Make Yourself by @anyaelizabethfic (103k)

Harry just wants to be safe within the freshly painted walls of Grimmauld Place, with his friends around him. But when he hears Draco Malfoy has been spotted at the local soup kitchen, he can’t help but encourage a different type of stray to come under his roof.

Kept Man by @drarry (147k)

A downtrodden Harry Potter in a serious dry spell is looking to be a kept man, and a lonely Draco Malfoy responds to his anonymous ad. A perfect storm of lust, scandal, and maybe even love. A Daddy Kink Magnum Opus.

The Ordeal of Being Known by @lou-isfake (146k)

When Auror Potter is anonymously cursed with silence by being forced to hide his own voice inside his mind, there’s unfortunately only one person in the country with the qualifications to fix it: Certified and Licensed Healer Legilimens, Draco Malfoy, specialist in Mind Curses and Afflictions. It’s obviously a terrible idea, a disaster waiting to happen, but Draco’s never been able to back down from a challenge… especially from Potter.

Harry Potter and the Welcome to the World of Grey by @sobsicles (456k)

When Harry fails to keep his anger at bay and Voldemort possesses his mind, the events that follow lead him down a long road to realizing the world isn’t as black and white as it seems. Chaos, hilarity, and tragedy ensue with a Dark Lord being honest all the time, a rival becoming something else, and a world demanding to be saved. Featuring frightened Death Eaters, deep conversations with a monster, Pureblood traditions being ridiculous, and the fight to do the right thing with no true options. Harry’s life just gets more and more bizarre with each passing moment. ~~~ Or, the one where Harry’s life gets split in half, and he has to figure out how to bring it back together.

The Secret Keeper by @the-fools-errand (225k)

On Halloween 1981, Albus Dumbledore made a decision that would change the course of history, concealing Harry Potter’s survival at the hands of Lord Voldemort underneath a Fidelius Charm. But when Harry comes of age in the Muggle world, Dumbledore realises too late that the fate of the world may depend on a boy who has never held a wand. An unlikely team assembles to teach him everything he needs to know before the charm runs out, but only one of them knows the truth behind the Dark Lord’s return to power. If it were anyone else, Draco would have no problem turning them over to the Death Eaters, but there’s something about this certain bespectacled idiot that has him questioning everything he’s ever known. Will Draco seal the fate of the wizarding world by uncovering the Chosen One or will Harry save Draco from a fate of his own?

Dwelling on Dreams by @the-sinking-ship (135k)

Draco thought he could avoid Potter for the duration of his brief return to England. He’d stick to his schedule and be back home in Paris, where he belonged, in a few short months. No trouble at all. He had plenty to occupy him, what with the opening of the London branch of his successful apothecary, his innovative research, drinks with Pansy, a backlog of unread potions periodicals. Except Head Auror Potter is everywhere — in Draco's chair, at his door, in his dreams. All six feet of motorbike-riding, combat-boot-wearing, sex-hair-sporting Saviour of the World packed into one unfairly fetching uniform. Potter won’t leave Draco the bloody hell alone, won’t let him breathe, let him forget, let him sleep. Because no matter how fast Draco Malfoy runs, Harry Potter is always hot on his heels.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be. Draco has to navigate dealing with this Potter while being hunted by Dark wizards and wanted by extremists in the Ministry. When things take a turn for the worse, Draco has to decide whether he's going to keep running or find a way to protect the world and the people he cares about most.

Changing Tides by @carpemermaidtales (109k)

Draco has spent half of his life spouting the things his father has taught him without much thought about how he feels about what he says. When he unexpectedly comes face to face with the Dark Lord, he grapples with the harsh realities of the world and struggles with his changing views on life. Instead of doing what’s expected of him fifth year, he joins Dumbledore’s Army and learns how to defend himself, how to make his own choices, and how he can be something greater than his father’s example as he grows into his own man rather than his father’s shadow. The choices he makes change both his and Harry’s fates, intertwining their paths until they converge.

Taking Chances by @gracerene (135k)

After the war, Draco disappeared and started over in America, vowing never to return to Great Britain and the fraught past he left behind. Unfortunately, when his mates convince him to sign up for an exchange programme for the last year of their Auror Training, Draco learns that he doesn’t have much of a choice in the matter.

Graceless Heart by @orange-peony (132k)

Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Place—which feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he won’t ask for help, and he still can’t cry.

When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook.

Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimate…in more ways than Harry could have ever expected.

Brave Though The Stars They Make Me by @dwell-the-brave (108k)

After the events at the end of his Sixth Year, Draco Malfoy has been kept all but prisoner in his childhood home, Malfoy Manor. Alone, terrified, and desperate for some way out, he begins to have strange dreams - dreams of Harry Potter. Are they a trick of his mind? Or are they a way to change his fate, and a chance at redemption?

Always Already by @aibidil (170k)

Harry and Draco are perfectly fine, separately minding their business in 2004, when the Unspeakables conscript them into service... in the First War against Voldemort.

Come for mutual pining and forced proximity in a 1980 hotel room, stay for young Sirius and philosophising about immortality and wormholes. And an eighties cowboy soap opera.

He Comes Like a Thunderstorm by @korlaena (140k)

Draco is doing his best to balance the life he wants to live and the life he’s forced to live. He’s nearing the tail-end of a long, post-war probation when Harry Potter crashes back into his life with all the grace of a charging Erumpent, breaking through his carefully constructed rules and routine. Caught up in a whirlwind of sex and lust, Potter unwittingly shows Draco that his life as an Incubus doesn’t have to be as lonely and unfulfilling as he thought, but how long can it last?

Close Behind by @oflights (134k)

To rescue Draco from the Underworld, Harry has to look forward. Unfortunately, Draco has to look back

where all the veins meet by @saxamophone (146k)

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now? His friends try to help, but the only thing that can hold his attention—one of the only things that ever has—is Draco Malfoy, out on parole and weirdly hanging around the British Museum. As they keep running into each other, Harry sees that Malfoy is different, and he wonders if he can be someone else, too. Featuring rumpled band shirts, poker games everyone hates, fumbling sex, and a Harry going a little mental over how wands even work.

#drarry #drarry reclist #drarry fic rec #drarry fic recs #drarry fics #drarry fic #draco malfoy #hpdm #harry potter

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dracowars · 1 year

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omg plz do a pt. 2 for the sectumsempra post!!! it can be the reader and Draco in the hospital (they're best friends to lovers) and he's comforting her cuz she really hates the scars that were left and it ends up being angst to fluff! you can also add something that has to do with Draco getting revenge

sectumsempra² | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where y/n feels insecure about her scars and draco is out for revenge

a/n: again, sorry for taking so long, there are a lot of things happening in rl right now :( second part of sectumsempra!

warnings: angst, cursing, mentions of injuries, mentions of scars

universe: harry potter

“You have gotten quite a hit there, dear. You are really lucky you weren’t subject to the curse for any longer”, Madam Pomfrey casually mentions while examining the small puncture marks left all over your body. “I don’t know what lasting damage it would have done to you otherwise.”

Forcing a smile at her words, you really do not feel like thinking back to what happened. Even though you can hardly remember what happened, you do know that you wanted to help Draco so badly and suddenly you were faced with a pain that was unbearable. All of this resulted in your entire body being disfigured now, the wounds have left scars all over your skin as if you had been pierced by a dagger or sword thousands of times, each time in a different spot. When Madam Pomfrey asks you to change into a new white shirt to cover yourself, you quickly do so.

These scars make you feel extremely vulnerable and when Draco, who has been by your side the whole time after bringing you here, holding your hand tightly in his throughout the treatment, gives you a pitying look, you feel even more insecure about yourself and your body.

You do not want him to see you like this, with all these horrible scars on your skin.

“You should apply this ointment on the wound residue every day until it eventually fades. Unfortunately, there will always be some traces of what you have been through left behind”, the nurse explains before she hands you a tube of the appropriate ointment, which you accept with a quiet thanks. Saying goodbye to her, you make your way out of the hospital wing and into the silent corridors of Hogwarts, which are now lit up by torches on the walls since it has become dark outside in the meantime.

On your way you pursue no real goal, but only silently walk down the corridors hand in hand, simply enjoying each other’s company. Laying your head on Draco’s shoulder and hugging his arm tightly, his stride eventually slows, and you sense that something is wrong immediately, that the silence has made him think.

Tenderly taking your face in his hands, as if you could crumble to dust at the slightest touch beneath his fingers, he looks deep into your eyes, his pupils reflecting not only affection but also fear and anger.

“Don’t ever do that again, do you hear me?”, he finally says firmly, rubbing one of his thumbs along your cheekbone. It almost sounds like he blames himself for you getting hurt when in the end it was solely your own decision to join the fight and help him, protect him. Though you have to admit that you did not plan on almost dying.

“I would do it again every single time. For you”, you softly but sadly smile because you know that your words are true. No matter how awful and unbearable the pain that unknown curse caused you, you will let it hit you every time if it means that Draco would be spared.

“I know, and I hate and love you for it at the same time”, Draco giggles, shaking his head in defeat while realizing that there is no point in arguing with you because, ultimately, he would be doing it the other way around as well. In the future, he will do everything in his might to ensure that you are never harmed again. Not when he can prevent it. Seeing you like this was the worst thing Draco has ever experience and he never ever wants to feel this fear again that he might lose you.

And all this because of Harry Potter.

Just the thought of that bastard infuriates Draco, which is why he quickly lets go of your face in order to clench his fists at his sides, bowing his head to the side at the same time. Immediately reading the change of emotions in Draco’s face, you take a cautious step towards him. He does not even have to say anything for you to understand what he is thinking about at that moment. You just know it and that is why you enclose one of his fists with your two hands, opening it hesitantly.

“He is not worth it.”

“He almost killed you, Y/N! He nearly took you away from me and fled like the fucking coward he is”, Draco suddenly bursts out, but you do not even flinch when he raises his voice and looks at you furiously, but also desperately. “He deserves the worst of the worst. The next time he crosses my path, I swear to Merlin I will-”

“Don’t”, you interrupt him and put pressure on his clasped hand. “You are so much better than him, Draco. So much better.”

Slowly snuggling closer to his chest, you can feel his rapid heartbeat pounding against your cheek. Carefully, you place one of your hands on the spot right above his painfully beating heart and gently stroke over it. For a moment you ignore the scars that smile at you from the skin of your hand.

“You are so much better than him, you need to see that”, you repeat to make sure that Draco really gets what you are saying. Eventually your words seems to have an effect as Draco’s body slowly relaxes beneath you and he wraps one of his arms around your waist, squeezing you even closer so he can fully enjoy your proximity. Especially now that he was not sure if he could ever feel you again.

He knows you are right. However, he can’t promise that he will remember your words the next time Harry Potter crosses his path.

“And you are stunningly beautiful”, Draco whispers softly, running his free hand up your back to your head, which he then guides towards your face. Gently placing his lips on yours, the feeling almost overwhelms him. He does not see how he could ever live without you, or your kisses.

Breaking the kiss for a moment, he takes your hands in his and kisses your knuckles and the back of your hand like a true gentleman, leaving a soft kiss on any scar he finds. While you noticed that something was going on in his mind, he also noticed that something was wrong with you. It took him a moment to realize that you were feeling insecure about the scars that are now covering your beautiful body.

“Never let anyone tell you otherwise, okay? You are beautiful, inside and outside”, Draco admits honestly, a slight smile on his lips as he speaks against yours. “These scars are just proof of how brave and courageous you are. Proof that you will always get back up, no matter what.”

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mastermindmiko · 8 months

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Potions Partner (Part three)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + fem!reader

Word count: 3025

Summary: there really shouldn't be just one Prefect's bathroom

Warnings: kissing, let me know if there's anything else

Requests are open

Part four and masterlist

With Harry as captain, quidditch practices seemed more and more exhausting. Being his sibling meant that she got all shit too. He would make her run extra laps and make sure that some bludgers hit her too. If she were captain, she would’ve kicked him off the team the moment that they started.

Her muscles felt exhausted and her limbs were far too heavy. There was still more than enough time before dinner for her to go take a long hot bath in the Prefects bathroom to soothe her aching muscles and help her relax. A bit of relaxation should help calm down the anger she felt at her brother’s antics before she decided it would be best to kill him.

The Prefects bathroom was the only bright side of being a prefect, that and the ability to stay out after curfew. As soon as she entered she threw her quidditch bag to the floor and she started to run the water to fill the bath. She looks at the assortment of taps and she turns on every single one of them without hesitation.

“Who’s there?” A voice echoed through the walls of the bathroom. She turned around to face where the voice came from, and Draco walked out with his uniform’s pants...only.

She let her eyes go down his toned torso, but then immediately snapped up to his eyes again. He didn’t notice, she thanked god for that. She spins around, so he’s not able to see her blushing face.

“Why are you here?” He demands, wasn’t it obvious? She ignores him and she thinks that she’ll just close the curtains around the large bath. She goes towards the edge of the bath and opens the top taps to add more colours and scents, she skips over the scents that she didn’t like with a grimace.

“I remember how surprised I was when you saw in the Prefect’s carriage last year. McGonagall must’ve lost her marbles when she made you prefect.” He says, and she rolls her eyes. She thinks about turning towards him and giving him an insult, but the sight of his naked chest flashed before her eyes and her cheeks flushed once again. It’s better for her not to say anything than for her to say something while having her eyes glued to his chest.

“What? You’re not going to answer?” He taunts and she rolls her eyes, something must be wrong with his perception today. She continues to bring out her uniform from her bag, careful not to bring out any clothes that she doesn’t want him to see.

“Oh, I get it you don’t hate me anymore” Draco says and then he chuckles afterwards. At that she turned to face him to find that he was right in front of her. She didn’t know when he took those few steps, and how she didn’t hear him take them. She was met with the sight of his naked chest and her eyes widened, and her gaze snapped up to his eyes.

He has a smug smirk on his face, and she curses herself. She looks at him angrily, hoping that it looks convincing. She points her finger towards him and she seethes, “I hate you.”

“Sure”, he scoffs and his smirk widens. She breathes heavily and she says, “I do hate you, and there’s nothing I’ve done to make you think otherwise.”

“Really?” He teases and he takes a step forward saying, “I remember something that happened in detention, maybe you don’t, but I do. Would you like a reminder?”

She pales and stills. He nears her and she smells his attractive cologne again, that’s what snaps her out of her trance and she steps away from him. “You’re insane.”

She goes towards the bathroom stalls for no apparent reason, just to get away from him. She thinks she’ll just lock herself up in there until he goes away or leaves her alone. She is just about to open the door when he grabs her wrist. He pulls her to his chest and she resists just enough so that she doesn’t touch him.

“You need to stop acting like I don’t completely loathe you.” She says, angry. All she wanted to do was to shower. She shoves her arm away from his grasp. He folds his arms over his chest and he says, “So you’re attracted to everyone you loathe then?”

If looks could kill he would be six feet under, but since they don’t she had to look at his smug face, and there’s nothing she would love to do more than wiping that stupid smile off his face. She repeats, “Again, you’re insane.”

“So you’re not attracted to me?” Draco asks after a second of thinking, and she lies, “Not in the slightest.” She mirrors his stance with her arms folded in front of her chest. She takes a chance to look at him, and she notices his messy hair that is still a bit wet from the shower. She’s always liked his hair messy.

“So, you’ll have no problem proving it then.” Draco says and in a flash, he was once again invading her personal space, he had a problem with that today too. She’s pressed up against the stall’s door in order to not touch him. She hides her surprise by giving him a look that is as if this happens to her everyday. She says and her voice comes out much more gentle than she intended, “Not at all.”

“Hmm, then you wouldn’t mind me doing this.” He says, with his hand twisting around her waist, pulling her flush against his chest. She sucks in a deep breath and she hopes he doesn’t notice. She notices his grip isn’t tight, she can move away any moment, but she won’t because he doesn’t affect her as much as he thinks.

She gulps, looking at him, and he’s doing the same, but his stoic expression falters for a moment, long enough for her to catch it. He reaches for a strand of her that is out of place, and he brushes it over her shoulder and behind her ear, “Or this.”

His hand lingers there and he looks to her lips for a second, a second long enough for her to notice. His arrogant expression falls completely into something that she could exactly pinpoint. Her eyes widen when she notices what he’s done. Unintentionally, she copies his actions. His hand cups her cheek and he tilts her head upwards. “And surely not this.”

He presses his lips against hers and he tastes exactly like he smells, like peppermint. It takes her a second, but she reciprocates the kiss and he pulls her closer to him by her waist. The butterflies in her stomach are flying everywhere, but it doesn’t drive her as insane as the feeling of Draco Malfoy’s lips.

When it gets too hard to not breathe, he pulls apart and he lets out a shaky breath. He rests his head against her forehead, and she focuses on how close they are. He sighs, “Fuck.”

He kisses her again, and she kisses him back immediately this time. Every fiber in her body is electric and aware of him. She’s the one that pulls apart this time. She feels his breath mixing with hers and she feels the way his thumb is rubbing the skin of her cheek soothingly. She feels anxious at how intimate the move was.

“How do you feel about me again?” He asks, and it’s breathless, but there’s a hint of teasing in it. He brushes their lips, and she sighs at the feeling. She’s only done this a handful of times, but kissing him was entirely new, it’s exciting. Her voice shakes,“I hate you.”

“Keep hating me a bit more.” He replies and he pulls her in for another kiss. Her body was flush against his chest, and she wishes she could let her hands roam over his chest, but she wouldn’t want to go too far. Instead, she settles for throwing her hands around his neck and pulling him closer.

“I hate you,” She gasps quickly when they part for air, returning to each other in a second. He hums against her lips in acknowledgement and he keeps her close, as close as possible. He kisses her harder and it makes her feel lightheaded, so she grasps his shoulders. The feeling of him all around, everywhere makes her want to keep him near her for eternity.

“Y/N?” Hermione asks from outside the prefect’s bathroom. Y/N pulls away from Draco and she has her eyes wide, as she opens the stall door. They stand flush against the wall, so they’re feet don’t appear to Hermione. The door to the bathroom opens and Hermione calls out, “Y/N? Harry told me you were coming here, dinner’s about to start.”

She didn’t have time to reply because Draco already had started kissing her again. He was completely addicted, and he couldn’t stop tasting her for anything. She moves away for a moment to say, “I’ll be there in a mhm second, you c-can go.”

She couldn’t get the sentence out before he kissed her twice. His hands are grasping at her waist, pulling her close to him. He gives her another kiss, this one takes her by surprise and she lets out a squeal. He whispers in her ear, sending shivers down her spine, “shh, darling.”

“Is there someone with you?” Hermione asks, sceptically and a bit fearfully, her voice in a higher pitch. Y/N panics and says, “No, I’m just…uh masturbating!”

Draco snickers from beside her and her face reddens at her reply. She slaps her palm on her face, cursing herself at the horrible reply. She hears Hermione let out a squeak, and stutters, quickly, “O-okay then, take your t-time.”

She then hears the bathroom door shut, and she realises Hermione’s left. She lets out a large breath and she notices Draco’s hands still on her waist. He looks at her with a grin, and he says, “I’d like to see that.”

She glares at him, and she rolls her eyes. She huffs, and steps out of the stall, hoping that he doesn’t see the blush on her face. He just had to be a stupid git again. Why the hell did he have to kiss her? Does he like her or something? He’s absolutely insufferable.

The grin gets wiped off his face in a second, and he follows her outside the stall like a lost puppy. She gets her things organised once again for her bath that will now have to be much shorter than intended. She closes the taps that had by now filled the tub to its optimum height.

“You’re going to go back to ignoring me now?” Draco asks, and she feels her chest constrict. She spins around to face him and she huffs, “No, but what do you suggest we should do then?”

“I think we should get in that tub together.” He suggests with a quirked eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes, but blushes at the thought. She ignores him with a glare and he clears his throat after a few seconds and the words tumble out of his mouth, “Go out with me.”

She lifts her eyebrows in surprise at his words, and turns around to face him. She thinks of it, and how her brother would freak out along with Ron and Hermione, as well as the entirety of Hogwarts. She chuckles, “Funny joke.”

“No, not a joke. Go out with me.” He repeats, and he walks closer to her for what seemed like the hundredth time that day. She lets out another laugh at the absurd thought, but he didn’t seem as amused. He says, “You clearly like me, so go out with me.”

“I don’t like you-” She starts, but he scoffs, “Please!At potions, you were about a second away from jumping Weasley, and now, you’re a blushing mess at just the thought of us in the same tub together, youreallylike me.”

She tries to protest, but he’s already grabbing her hands. “No one will find out, it’ll just be us.” He says, and she purses her lips at the thought of lying to her friends. “You won’t be hiding it for too long, just this year. When the year ends, we end. Besides, it’s just one date.”

“I want you.” Draco says, and it makes her stomach flip and her heart race and it’s just enough that it convinces her. She nods her head reluctantly, and he smiles, a real one. He leans down to kiss her and she kisses him back.

“You should go, I want to take a bath.” she tells him, and he nods. He goes to where the changing rooms are, and he comes out with his tie, shirt, and robe. She sighs at the sight of his no longer naked chest. He grabs his bag and he walks towards the door, but not before pulling her in for one last passionate kiss.

He left the bathroom, leaving her breathless. She’s already in the bath when she starts to think about how badly this can go. She can already feel how angry Harry will be if he finds out. Hermione and Ron will never talk to her again. She couldn’t remember a single reason why she agreed to go out with him, or why she kissed him.

All she could remember was the way he held her waist, the way he brushed her hair, and the way he cupped her cheek. She can remember the way he smelled and the way he tasted, and his stupidstupidsmirk. It all brought a smile to her face, and she didn’t even remember when she started to fall for him.

She rushed to the Great Hall after her bath to find that dinner had already started. She made her way to the Gryffindor table, trying her hardest to not check if he was sitting at the Slytherin table. She blushed when she noticed the way Hermione did the same when she sat at the table.

“He’s been acting weird this year.” Harry says out of the blue, and he has a frown on his face. Ron and Hermione look up from their food to listen in on the conversation. She looks at him and asks, “Who?”

She started to fill her plate with food, avoiding the ones she didn’t like and trying to ignore Ron munching down on food rather loudly. Hermione grimaced at the sound of Ron’s munching, focusing on her book. Harry replied, “Malfoy.”

“Why’s that?” Hermione asked, when Y/N didn’t ask anymore follow-up questions. Harry keeps looking at Draco as he says, “He hasn’t bothered us at all this year. He quit Quidditch and he hasn’t been with his friends.”

Y/N looks to find Draco with his head resting on his palm. He wasn’t eating and he wasn’t talking with his friends. He looked sad. She wondered why. Harry exclaimed, suddenly, “I nearly forgot! Did he give you too much trouble, Y/N?”

She gave her brother a questioning look with a quirked eyebrow and he explained to her, “You two were in the prefect’s bathroom together, I saw it on the…map.” He lowered his voice at the last part, and she flushed at the memory, when Hermione gasped.

She looked wide eyed at her and then at Draco. She kept exchanging glances between the both of them. Her mouth opened in a gasp. Y/N, quickly grabbed her arm and rushed her out of the Great Hall. Leaving the two boys looking confused. Once they were outside, all Hermione could say was, “He was- you were- did you?”

“I’m going to need you to calm down, and then I’ll explain.” she said, calmly even though her heart was beating nearly out of her chest. She raised both her hands in front of her and held them up like she was trying to calm down a wild horse. Hermione took a few breaths in and let them out slowly, then Y/N blurted, “We only kissed.”

“You kissed?!” Hermione shouted, and Y/N had to slap her hand over Hermione’s mouth to shut her up. “This is not calming down!” She hissed, still looking at her wide eyed friend.

Hermione takes in more breaths and lets them out with a four count this time. It takes longer for it to happen this time, but she looks calm. Y/N continues to explain, “I… like him apparently? and I think he likes me too, and we’re going out on a date.”

“Harry will freak out.” Hermione said, shortly, and Y/N was grateful that her friend wasn’t screaming anymore, but still Y/N rubbed her hand over her face. She sighed, “I know that’s why we’re not going to tell anyone, can you keep this secret for me?”

“Of course, I’m your best friend.” Hermione said with a kind smile, but Y/N could tell that she was disapproving of the relationship- of whatever was going on between them. Hermione nodded and entered the Great Hall again. She followed Hermione inside and when they sat down Ron asked, “Where were you two?”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders while looking down at her plate. Ron curled his eyebrows, urging her to answer his question. She rolled her eyes saying, “Girl stuff.”

Ron blushed and continued to eat, dropping the subject.

an: as promised this one is longer, hope you guys liked it

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iamnmbr3 · 14 days

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I find your analysis' really fun and I love how JKR, unintentionally created a narrative where drarry somehow has more chemistry than ginny who's literally forgotten in the 3rd, 4th books???? Like mam, if you want to build a romance then make them have actual conversations? I, myself like ginny and like the concept of hinny but the way JKR sucked at writing them infuriated me.

But anyhow, I also love drarry, though as much as I like and agree with your assessment; there is something I'll have to disagree with, and that is I don't harry found draco attractive. Because the thing with Harry is; no matter who that person is, my guy is really honest with how he views that person. Each time as he saw Riddle grow, my guy was like; hot damn. Also Cedric. Sirius. Bro literally calls regulus "not as hot as Sirius" so we are know Harry has never once found draco attractive. As for the gleaming eyes, pointy chin; well I also like giving my characters good description so people would understand what to imagine; I'm not making everyone simp on about everyone. promise!!!!!!

( I just like them falling in love after the war, and Idrc if they found each other good looking or not, I just don't like how people just take basic description of a character and says oh he describes how he looks, he must like him!!!!! No guys, he is just saying bro has a pointy chin and his eyes glows because he probably is gonna do something!!!!!)

I just wanted to get this out and I am not really active on Tumblr, and don't like posting. This is just me wanting to discuss this one hc😞 but I hope u have a good day and I adore ur hcs and analysis.❤️

Thank you! And yeah I feel like JKR really did Ginny dirty with the way hinny happened. I like book 5 Ginny so much more than book 6 and 7 Ginny. She deserved so much better than to be reduced to a love interest who is "Harry's perfect girl" to use JKR's phrase rather than someone who got to be her own fully realized character with a distinct personality and interests (as she was in book 5 before JKR overdid it trying to make her the ideal Love Interest TM). I think it would've been cool if she ended up with Neville since they bonded during their year at Hogwarts in book 7 and fought side by side and mutually respected each other as equals.

It just says it all that after the Battle of Hogwarts Harry doesn't have a single interaction with her. He immediately wants to spend time with Ron and Hermione because he feels a deep bond with them but just vaguely thinks that there will be time to talk with Ginny later. He isn't even sitting by her at the table because it's Luna who is next to him and offers to create a distraction so he can leave.

As for Harry's descriptions of Draco, I'm going to push back on that although of course everyone is perfectly entitled to their own interpretations. The thing is, Harry is extremely judgmental about people's looks and insults the appearances of all the other Slytherins. A lot. But he NEVER does that with Draco. Ron does. Ron insults Draco's looks all the time. But Harry never goes along with it or agrees and his internal monologue and descriptions of Draco are notably lacking the insults he directs at almost every other member of Draco's House as well as other people he dislikes.

But that's not because he isn't looking. Because he is. A LOT. He doesn't just describe Draco's looks. He dwells on them. Repeatedly. We know SO much about how Draco looks because Harry CONSTANTLY notices and mentions it in his internal monologue. Draco's grey eyes are mentioned repeatedly in every book. As is his sleek blond hair. Harry doesn't even mention Ron's eye color once till book 7, but we get multiple descriptions of Draco's eyes down to the exact shade - specifically pale grey. And same for his hair - along with observations about how it gleams in the sunlight. Even when Harry's in danger he takes a second to check out how Draco's looking. And that is at odds with how he describes other characters.

He never calls Ginny pretty or beautiful either but he does seem to have at least some level of physical attraction to her and often describes her hair...and that's pretty much it. Yeah I'm pretty sure that relationship fizzles once the peace happens. (I've read very compelling metas on Harry being gay and I think there's a lot there though personally I do still read him as bi but with a strong preference for men).

Draco is someone that Harry would not get together with till after the war. And I don't think he wants to acknowledge, even to himself, that he is attracted to him. But he sure spends a lot of time repeatedly noticing and describing and thinking about Draco's appearance in a way he doesn't with other characters. Something is making him look. And I think that something is attraction.

Now obviously this was completely not JKR's intent. The problem is that she wrote the story from Harry's POV not from the POV of an omniscient third person narrator. So while she didn't mean to make Harry constantly notice all the cute guys and obsess over Draco's looks for 7 books that is accidentally what she did.

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rockingrobin69 · 7 months

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Wildly

“I have this—dream,” Harry started, mouth so dry he had to stop, swallow a little helplessly. Draco’s grey eyes, expectant: “Never mind.”

“What? Come on, spit it out.”

“Nothing. It’s silly.”

A shove to his shoulder. “You’re silly. And it’s your turn, so, you have to tell me anyway.”

With a lopsided grin and his chest all fluttering, “You’ll laugh.”

“I never laugh. It’s one of the core Malfoy Values: no speaking while chewing, always pace instead of run, and under no circumstances, do not laugh.”

Harry rolled his eyes, feeling lightheaded with it. Draco’s feet tucked under his thigh, leaning against the arm of Harry’s sofa like he belongs there, like there’s no place else he could be. Happiness was a warm trickle running in his belly, this soft thing he was scared to move for fear of disturbing.

Still, breathed in, felt his chest go wide. Made himself open his mouth. “It’s—when we’re older. And we’ve been, erm, together, for a while. Your hair’s gone all white,” (“excuse you!”), “all silver, I mean, and we’re, y’know, old. And we have this garden.”

Braved a look up. Draco’s face was alight, something so tender it robbed Harry of words, of air. Taking his hand, overcome.

“A garden,” Draco said, not a whisper but something close. “That sounds lovely.”

“And we—let it grow wild. With trees and weeds and flowers. And every morning, if the weather’s nice, we go outside and have our tea there.”

Draco’s fingers squeezed his. “We could have a porch with a roof. So we’re not entirely weather-dependant.”

Not saying, there are charms to repel the rain, or, we live in Britain, for crying out loud. Serious, so seriously looking into Harry’s eyes, like he could see it too, like he wanted this.

“And—I don’t know. Maybe a bird feeder or a pond. And we sit very quietly in the mornings and wait for the animals, birds or frogs or squirrels or foxes. And we’re old, and, happy? That’s… it’s silly.”

“You’re silly,” Draco said again, shaking his head with his eyebrows arched and fond. “The silliest creature of all. Harry, this isn’t a dream. We’ll have all this.”

“How—” swallowing, swallowing, “how can you say that. We’ve only been… we’re so new at this. And life can, we know it can.”

Draco shook his head, brought Harry’s hand up for a kiss. “I know,” he said, “because I’ll do whatever it fucking takes, Potter, to give you exactly this. The garden and the birds and the foxes. The life you want, all of it, exactly it. Do you have any idea how rotten I’ll spoil you?”

“Stop—” shoulders up, trying to scramble away from his kisses, but the Draco-attack was relentless and dauntless and climbing all over him on the sofa, nibbling his cheek, the edge of his nose, his eyebrow, “Draco, ha, fuck, stop!”

“Never,” with a tone so certain and so deep Harry believed it immediately, started laughing, wiping his face. “Harry, I will never stop. Get that in your gorgeous little head right now: I will never, ever stop, and I’ll make sure that you’re happy, that you’re so happy, that you’re well and bloody delirious till the end of time, do you hear me?”

“Okay!” yelling, helpless, “okay, okay, I hear you. Now get off, you menace, you’re crushing me and it’s far too hot and.” Taking Draco’s face in his hands, steadying it through the blurriness. “You ridiculous creature,” with so much affection it was battering his insides, it was painful.

“I’m the ridiculous one,” Draco huffed. “You’re sitting here thinking I’ll let you go without a single dream you can name. Harry…”

“Okay,” laughing, still helpless. “I got it. You’ll take care of me.”

“Now he bloody gets it.”

His thumb traced Draco’s jawline, rested against his pink bottom lip. “You’ll give me my garden,” he said carefully.

“With the birdfeeder and the pond.”

“And the tea, and the porch.” And forever, Harry didn’t say.

And forever, Draco smiled. “All of it.”

“Fine. You… fine. I guess I’ll just have to take it and be happy.”

“Now, that sounds like a plan,” Draco smirked, leaning into his palm. “Can we kiss already, or are you still hell-bent on being a sap?”

“I’m the—you perfect, ridiculous creature,” crushing their faces together and shaking with it. “If I recall correctly, now it’s your turn, and I won’t let you try and skip it with slyness and trickery.”

“Trickery,” Draco’s eyes rolled, so close it was only the one grey blob.

Harry couldn’t breathe. “Shut up. Shut up and tell me. You think you’re the only one who… if you’ll make me happy I’ll make you bloody—ecstatic.”

“Always a competition with that man,” but he sighed, a soft thing, and leaned his forehead against Harry’s. “You want to know? You really want to know?”

“Yes.”

“Well.” Blinked, the movement a gentle tap on Harry’s cheeks. “I have this dream. When we’re older. And we have a garden, and we drink a lot of tea, and you’re so, so, so happy.”

“Come—here,” weakly, “with your fucking, ugh, just kiss me, please,” and Draco did, fire-wild, roasting hot and just as bright.

Harry didn’t know how to tell him he was, already. Happy. So he kissed him, and kissed him, and hoped it was enough.

(Flufftober day 7. Find the soft AO3 collection here).

#literally could not wait posting this one #drarry fic #flufftober2023 #prompt: porch swing #no swing but - well - well - well #SO MUCH joy. so much soft. so much delirious happiness #900 words #rockingrobin69

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hp-hcs · 5 months

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Lipstick part two when ??😭😭😭

when i work up the courage to write and post smut, lovely 😭😭

hate myself for writing this but yk wtv i’ll enjoy hell

this is filthy in my mind but i’m also ace so- this is probably prudish to y’all ngl

•smut• What Went On in the Supply Closet (Pt. 2 of lipstick) — yandere! Draco Malfoy x gender neutral! Gryffindor! reader x yandere! Enzo Berkshire

the boyos have a fwb thing going on fyi, thank you to the anon who suggested that. you’re a real one, homie ✊😔

gender neutral reader with no anatomical descriptions! YOU’RE WELCOME

(to my taglisters! i haven’t tagged anyone in this post because of its content. if you’d like to be tagged in any future smutty shit, send me an ask or dm or a comment or smth. i don’t wanna make anyone uncomfortable, so if i do end up making a smut taglist, it’ll be an opt-in kinda thing rather than opt-out. know your limits and triggers and stay safe 🩶)

[SMUT AHEAD. MDNI.]

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“Shit, darlin’,” Draco gasped, pulling back from the kiss. He was breathless, his chest heaving with exertion.

Enzo’s eyes had gone dark and his breathing had gotten heavier. He barely waited for Draco to split apart from you before he took over, kissing you hard with reckless abandon.

Draco waited impatiently, barely giving Enzo a minute to kiss you before he was dragging him off by his collar.

“Not in the hallway, dipshit. Closet, right there.”

“I wouldn’t have thought you’d ever choose to go back into a closet, Dray,” Enzo mumbled under his breath, yanking open the door to the supply closet and guiding you inside with a firm hand.

Draco tugged the pull-chain of the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, the dim light doing fuck all to illuminate the room.

After Enzo shut and locked the door, the three of you just stood in a tense silence, staring at each other. You were all daring each other to make the first move.

“So why- why now?” You asked, breaking the moment of silence.

“What?” Enzo murmured, a hungry look in his eye as he slowly took a step forward, then another, effectively backing you up against the wall.

“Why now?” You repeat, the pitch of your voice raising minutely as your adrenaline spiked. “I mean, why not ask me to the Yule Ball or something?”

“I thought you already had a date, love?”

“Yeah, but it’s just Harry.”

Draco practically growled.

You furrowed your eyebrows at his odd reaction, confused until he rested his hand on your hip, gripping your flesh tightly—possessively.

“Oh, I get it!” You gasped out with a sly grin as his grip tightened. “You’re both jealous of Harr-”

Draco clamped one hand firmly over your mouth.

“Get his damn name out of your mouth,” he hissed threateningly, crowding into your space further.

You gulped, your cheeks heating up under his hand.

“Enzy, think we oughtta show our darlin’ how much better we are than Potter?”

Enzo nodded in agreement, wasting no time before leaning forward to smack away Draco’s hold on your hips and grab them both for himself, quickly seizing your mouth with his own.

You let out a tiny noise at the obsessive way he began to run his hands over your body; gripping your waist, your hips, your thighs. You held onto his shoulders for dear life as he stole your breath away with little regard.

You stifled a small moan. Draco must’ve joined back in at some point, because you could feel a second pair of lips sucking lazily on your neck and collarbone.

Whereas Draco seemed to prefer to go slow and casually, Enzo seemed frantic, his fingers fumbling and slipping on the buttons of your uniform shirt with how quickly he was moving.

Whereas Enzo was go, go, go! Draco took his time, savoring every second.

As if to illustrate that point exactly, Draco ghosted his fingers over your ribs, not quite making contact with your skin. At the exact same time, Enzo shoved his hand down the front of your uniform bottoms, grinding the heel of his hand against you.

You gasped into his mouth, your hands tightening on his shoulders and your fingers digging in at the two contradicting sensations.

When Enzo could feel your hips move, caught under the spell of those magical fingers of his, he smirked against your mouth, snickering at every little noise and gasp you made.

He pulled away from your mouth, ducking down to focus on a spot at the base of your throat. Draco swooped in, capturing your unoccupied mouth and smoothing a hand down the front of your chest.

Babbled pleas fell from your lips as Enzo’s movements sped up, his fingers knowing exactly where to twist and prod and massage.

“Pl- please- can I-”

“Ask Dray, sweetheart,” Enzo mumbled against your neck, a cheeky grin on his lips.

“Dray- D-Draco, ple-please!”

Draco pulled his hand away from where he’d been stroking your upper torso, pretending to think.

“I don’t know, have you really been that good?”

“Yes!”

His eyes sparkled with amusement under the weak lighting. “Say what I want to hear, doll. You know what I mean.”

You groan in frustration, ceding. “Merlin- yo-you’re b-better than Har-ry!”

“Come.”

At his permission you fall apart, your body all but going boneless as your eyes roll back in your head.

You panted for air, your eyes clamped shut, as the pair of boys drew back. Your skin was sticky with sweat, and you could feel the tacky texture of that damned lipstick everywhere.

Your eyes remained shut as you willed your legs to stop shaking. An odd noise broke you out of your reverie, and you slowly blinked, trying to make out shapes in the dimly lit closet.

You drew in a sharp breath when you saw Draco and Enzo sharing a kiss, smearing blue lipstick all over each other’s skin.

You blinked once more, trying to commit the image to memory, when you realized that the odd noise you’d heard had been a grunt from Draco, muffled by Enzo’s mouth. The latter had his hand down the former’s pants.

Draco yanked at the button of Enzo’s uniform pants, quickly diving his hand in to return the favor.

You watched through heavy-lidded eyes, your mouth hanging partially open as the two hot guys you’d just been making out with began jacking each other off.

Holy fuck. That’s hot.

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Your trio eventually stumbled out of the supply closet, disheveled and stained with blue.

A familiar ghost was waiting for the three of you outside, bursting into raucous laughter as soon as he saw your rumpled clothes and lipstick-dyed necks.

“Naughty, naughty children! Naughty, naughty!”

Peeves let out another cackle, blowing a raspberry in your direction and immediately disappearing through the floor.

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marypaol · 3 months

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From the Start

Draco x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader stop Draco from walking over to his parents when they call him over after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Warnings: Death Eaters, mention of past deaths, aftermath of war, You-Know-Who, strict parents, I think that’s all? :)

Note: I felt like all more stories are short, so I wote a little long one. I’m so proud of this one I how you guys like it!

Genre: Angst with happy ending :)

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Thinking back on her years attending Hogwarts, there wasn’t a time when her heart wouldn’t be considered as something served to Draco Malfoy on a silver platter. Thinking about it now, she would give it to him in a heartbeat if that was what it took to make his heart beat better.

And she could tell when his was staggering, fighting to beat like everyone else’s, the wanting gaze landing on anyone with a regular blood bumper in their chest. If only his heart did that; cycled blood throughout his body like a never ending circle of life, giving him the liquid he needed to say alive, yet if he lost too much of it he would fade away. But to his misfortune his didn’t work that way. In fact, it seemed to be working for the purpose of suffocating him instead of helping him, flooding his lungs and wrapping invisible hands around his throat, daring him to try to at least take a breath.

So yes, she noticed every bit. Every single longing glance and curious looks of people laughing away, living their lives to the fullest while his was limited. Since when couldn’t he be free? Since when was it decided? Was it from the moment he entered the world, not even knowing his name or what his life was going to end up like? Or was it the second the envelope of acceptance into this magic school touched his finger tips, telling him the supplies he’d need to go to a place that would change his life forever as a Malfoy?

She wouldn’t know the answer, he wouldn’t know, nor would even his parents know even though they were the ones to decide. It didn’t affect the decision made in the first place, since he never did nor ever will have a say.

Years of Hogwarts go by, each one having a special memory that beholds their childhood in a tight grip. Not only did they have their ups and downs, but also magical knowledge that will forever be with them as guidance into their later years of life. Sadly those memories and countless lessons had to eventually come to an end, ending all the happiness that once was, fading into something that they wouldn’t ever be able to experience again but only remember.

But that didn’t mean that they didn’t have something big and effective before they left for good, leaving their magic school full of memories behind. Which led to the screams of loved ones, calling out to others and hopelessly waiting for a reply that will never come. The beautiful castle that once stood was no longer, just piles of rubble as if their childhoods were nothing. The past couldn’t be changed, not when curses were flying left and right and green light blaring everywhere imaginable. Nothing could erase the scars of people who survived, fighting for what’s right and used what they learned to the best of their ability. Nothing could change the fact that evil is about to win over good.

“Son, come.”

The whisper was soft yet demanding in the silence of the courtyard. It broke the ever lasting quiet, blasting through every ear as if they had to go through the peer pressure too.

Draco’s face was sad and lonesome, a deep frown on his lips that once held a snarl. Her empathy towards the boy was great, wanting nothing more than to stop him from going to the other side that represented darkness and evil. He wasn’t good enough for them, they didn’t deserve him. He was just a boy, just a kid that was still discovering the world day by day. His life shouldn’t have been changed this way, changed so greatly much so that his viewpoint on life’s purpose was forever impacted.

It was only then did his dear mother join in with the begging, desperately asking him to join the Dark Lord’s side.

“Draco, come here.”

Everyone was staring at him, the intense stares coming from every angle. His back, his head, the side of his face; he could feel them everywhere. The heat from their gazes set his chest on fire, craving for the normality of his peers. Why did their looks affect him so much? Why did he care? Most importantly, why was he so aware about his peers’ reaction to even notice? Shouldn’t he be focused on his parents, begging him to go to them and join their evil doings?

The Dark Lord spoke this time, breaking Draco out of the endless questions running in his mind, the evil-doer waving his hands that looked like claws at the boy as a way to call him over.

Draco looked at the students around him, silently asking them to stop staring but sadly they didn’t get the massage, their eyes still yet fixed on the side of his face for his reaction.

The Malfoy saw no point in staying with the people around him; like anyone enjoyed his presence at the school anyway. If he left they wouldn’t be surprised at his behavior, since his parents are Death Eaters mine as well make their son one too.

But that they didn’t know was that he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to join them in whatever hurtful and evil actions they were doing. They ruined his school, his home away from home (even though he would never admit it.)

Just thinking back on Bellartrix waving her wand with a wide satisfactory smile on her face, watching in admiration as the once was Great Hall destroyed into pieces. It was the place where Potter refused to shake his hand, where the leather hat barely touched his hair strands before shouting the house he destined to be in. Where the golden plates served the first feast of his Hogwarts years, one to remember for a lifetime.

But of course it was all gone, and for what. Just so the Dark side could carelessly kill students? If their purpose of arriving was to do so, why destroy the one place he called his safe haven?

Did they just want to make the situation worse? Like salt to the wound?

He couldn’t know, nor would he know. He would be once again left with the questions of his own left unanswered, still lingering in his mind for years to come. He could see it now, him as an old man staring longingly into the flames of his fireplace, empty tea cup in hand while the wonderings cycled in his brain once again, curiosity flooding his scenes, longing for the answers.

In fact, thinking about it now, he wanted that. He wanted to grow up and have a fireplace to star into at night. He wanted maybe a beautiful wife in the kitchen, humming to herself as she cleaned dishes from the previous home cooked meal they ate together. He longed for it, and the longer he stood there, staring at the ground, he only wanted it more.

But his desires weren’t going to be preformed, for the peer pressure in the back of his mind was too much, too much so that it covered his mind with persuasion, almost forcing him to follow his parents’ will. His foot stepped out, with great pain and a heavy heart he made his way to his parents, ready to do their evil doings unwillingly.

But lo and behold a soft grip stopped him, light against his fingertips as the touch silently begged him to stay. He stiffened, straightening his slumped shoulders as he dared to face the person who reset his thought process, his brain already second thinking the decision he previously made.

It was her, the girl that sat in the back of the class, softly mumbling answers that were always correct but she was too shy to actually say aloud. It was her, the one who would steal glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. It was her, the one who would whisper the things she was doing softly on the test so he could follow along, since she silently knew he wasn’t studying because of what he was going through. It was her, the one who was mentally there from the start.

Draco stared into the eyes of the girl who was dealing with his hard burdens, his hardships, and the rough edges of his life. She was sandpaper and he was the splintered wood, her sanding him down as she comforted him silently in the breeze. He found himself stepping back, watching as his father’s face twisted in disappointment, a snarl forming on his lips. Draco ignored it for the better, his fingers being held by his boat the kept him above the surface, preventing him from drowning.

At the end of those long years he did have that wife, watching her now as she softly swayed her hips to the quiet music playing, lips forming in a comforting smile he always liked to see as she cleaned a stain on a pan, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. He then turned back taking a sip of his peppermint tea. His eyes found the fireplace, staring into the flames of his wants, watching as a piece of paper holding his father’s writing burned into ashes, the words of disapproval and disbelief fading into nothingness.

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sodamnradd · 1 year

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Draco’s chest radiates yellow when he’s with Theo, green in Harry’s vicinity, grey most every other time, and red when he looks at her. At first, Hermione isn’t certain what the colours represent. She follows Harry around with a notebook and asks him how he’s feeling now when he’s orange (hungry), and now gold (exuberant), and now as he turns pink (none of your business, Hermione) and she watches him trail off after Ginny into the locker rooms. But what could red possibly mean?

Does Draco still hate her? Could red mean anger? But the Slytherin Quidditch team turned shadowy black after they lost against Gryffindor and she was certain that was rage.

“Ms. Granger, care to share your Potion with the class?” Slughorn stands over her with a clipboard and an eager gleam in his eyes.

“It’s a type of Synesthesia Potion, Sir. It allows the drinker to observe emotions in colour. I’ve formulated a list of what I think each colour represents, at least the ones I’ve managed to identify.”

“Fascinating!” Slughorn lifts the beaker and sniffs.

Glass shatters on the floor behind them. Metal legs screech against stone. A resonant thump-thump-thump as textbooks tumble. “Ow!” yelps Draco, knocking his head on the edge of the table, scrambling to clean up the mess he made. His cheeks are full of colour. He flicks his hair over his eyes in a feeble attempt to shield himself from the attention.

“Alright, dear boy?”

“May I—” He clears his throat. “May I be dismissed? I’m feeling lightheaded.”

Slughorn waves him away and the class resumes, with no further interruptions.

Hermione is unconvinced. Draco had the audacity to apologize to her earlier this year, insisting he’d changed. They’d even started studying in the library together. Only because she was generous enough to give him a chance. And all this time, he’d hated her. Red hot hatred.

She corners him in the courtyard before Herbology, pointing her wand in his direction. “You, you!”

Draco retreats in a panic until he has nowhere else to go. Pinned against a birch with Hermione’s wand at his throat. “You foul, you evil—”

He lifts his palms innocently, turning his face away, wincing. “I can’t help the way I feel, Granger!”

“You told me you’d changed!”

“Things happen, alright! I never expected to get close to you this year.” He’s paler than the bark behind him, a bead of sweat trickling over his brow.

The words land like a swift punch to the gut. “Your feelings changed after you got to know me?”

“I mean… how could they not?” He swallows deeply. “I don’t devote hours of my time to those I feel lukewarm about. I thought maybe you knew.”

Her throat feels tight. She blinks hard, wishing she wasn’t such an easy crier. “No, you just spend time with the people you hate. What were you trying to do? Trick me somehow? Win back popularity points with your Slytherins?”

His mouth opens, shuts, opens again. He utters a single syllable. And then stops talking. His eyes flick down to the tip of her wand. Then up to her. He looks helpless. If she weren’t so wrecked, she might have felt sorry for him.

Finally, he says, “I don’t hate you.”

Her wand lowers fractionally. “Then what does red mean?”

As if summoning the colour by name, Draco’s face blooms full of it. He takes her wrist cautiously and lowers her wand all the way. His grip is gentle, the edge of his thumb running over her pulse.

“It’s better I show you,” he says in a low voice.

The racket behind them is gone. The bell rang five minutes ago and now they’re officially late. For once, Hermione can’t be bothered. Instead, she nods tentatively, thinking maybe she’s so upset because she’s grown fond of his eyes. The way they look at her. Not lukewarm at all.

The hand still holding her wrist tugs her closer. One step forward and they’re pressed right up against each other—and she feels it. He’s hard.

Her heart begins to race.

Draco caresses her jaw, watching his fingers in fascination, touching her skin.

Her eyes flutter shut.

Their lips meet.

Oh, she determines, somewhere in the back of her mind, That’s what red means.

(717 words, prompt: neptune & somewhat inspired by the full flower moon last night 🌸🌕)

#sodamnrad #dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #dramione drabble #drabble #sodamnraddrabbles #dhr

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every1studio · 1 year

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“sweet or sour” [harry potter: draco malfoy] PART 2 of “sour grapes”

genre: fluff + slight angst

ficstyle: bulletpoints + mini series

prompt: part two of “sour grapes” with draco malfoy

note: thanks so much for waiting, enjoy~

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after divination class you and your group of friends headed straight to the great hall for dinner

you still were in your own headspace while your friends had already moved onto something else to gossip about

but as soon as you sat down for dinner you suddenly didn’t feel like eating

“I’m gonna head out..” you muttered, gathered your things and left

your friends just nodded and continued with their conversations

sure they were a bit confused but they were sure you would tell them what was on your mind when you got a chance

but how could you break it to them that you had draco malfoy on your mind

especially when you would tell them that you had no interest for the pretentious brat

but for some reason, he didn’t seem like one anymore

draco was already in the great halls with his group

also in his own headspace, thinking about you

he saw your every move as soon as you entered the great halls for dinner

when he didn’t see you eat at all, he snuck his favorite type of apple into his robes and excused himself

his friends try to intervene and see what was up with draco but he didn’t give them the chance

it was only 7 when you entered the library

you thought it was a good chance to do some assignments ahead of time while you waited for draco

every person that walked by made you think that it was draco

why were you so eager to see him?

you were just doing him a favor

it meant nothing to you.. right?

draco made sure that he didn’t seem like he ran to the library to see you

he made sure to catch his breath (check his breath) and fix his hair

he positioned himself so that his arm was propped up on the shelves to look “cool”

“hey y/n.. hope you didn’t wait too long..”

like last time, you didn’t have to look up to figure out who the person was

you looked at your watch, “it’s not even 8 yet”

“yeah I wasn’t that hungry so I thought that I could just head to the library and get some work done..”

silence took over as you both just stayed in your spots

you looked anywhere but him, moving some of your things around to make some space for him

“well lets get started on what you need help with for the upcoming potions quiz..”

you didn’t expect to sit across from you

usually when you help someone with studying, they sit next to you so that it’s easy to show them your notes

so you looked up at him, “wouldn’t it be easier if you sat next to me?”

that question caused draco to smirk

“sorry y/n.. I didn’t know that you wanted me to sit next to you.. did you want me to sit closer to you?”

you furrowed your brows in offense, “I just thought it would be easier to show my notes but I would rather have you sit as far away from me as possible..”

draco dramatically pouted and grabbed at his shirt over his heart

“man y/n.. you know how to break a man’s heart.. but.. I’m a visual learner, I’d rather sit across from you and watch your every move. I wanna make sure I don’t miss a single thing..”

draco didn’t break eye contact with you while he said that

which made you slightly uncomfortable

“anyways.. since the quiz is on chapters 20 to 25, let’s start with chapter 20...”

why did he make your heart create millions and billions of little heart-shaped butterflies fly through your veins?

maybe it was the lack of food that made you feel this way

maybe if you had a little snack, you wouldn’t be feeling so fluttery

as soon as you thought that, your stomach grumbled

draco let out a stifled chuckle

he thought it was completely adorable

thank merlin he had an apple in his robe

“care for snack, y/n? maybe you didn’t have dinner?”

he knew you didn’t have dinner but he already felt like he came off as a little creepy and he wanted to back off.. just a bit

“no.. I didn’t feel like eating at the time... but now...”

you gave him a stern look while you reached your hand out to grab the apple

but he pulled it back from your grasp, “ah-ah.. I’ll give you the apple on one condition”

“what condition? I’m already helping you study and now I need to do something else for you?”

you were starting to get a little hangry and draco could tell

it made him want to tease you more since you looked so cute when your angry but he didn’t want you to dislike him even more

he wants to show his best version of himself to you after all

he leaned in closer to you and his joking demeanor softened

“the condition is that you promise me that you’ll eat even if you don’t feel like it.. your brain is tricking your body that you don’t want food even when you need it... your health is important, ya know?”

your mouth slighted opened before turning pressing your lips together, that surprised you

it seemed so out of character for draco malfoy to be so.. caring?

it was like there’s this whole side to him that you didn’t know

maybe you should try to reach for apple that professor trelawney told you about

maybe you should try to see if that apple is truly sweet or if it’s sour

it doesn’t hurt to try.. right?

you fiddled with your fingers before looking up at draco and gave him a smile, though you felt a little self-conscious about it

“I promise..”

it was like a whole new world opened for draco

he has seen you smile but he’s never received a smile from you

after seeing you smile, he swore to himself that he’ll be that person to protect that smile

no words were needed; he handed you the apple and opened his book to chapter 20

you noticed that while you were helping him study, draco really didn’t need your help at all

but you didn’t say anything about it

that was until professor pince told you two needed to leave the library; it was already close to midnight

“damn we were in there for a while, huh?”

you two were gathering your things; constantly grazing each others’ hands but ignoring the lovey-dovey tension

“it’s your fault, draco.. we could’ve finished this study sess earlier if you look at your notes instead of looking at me the whole time..”

draco smiled; that was the first time he’s ever heard you call him by his first name

you and draco were making your way out of the library

he was holding your things for you; he insisted that you had a long day and that he’d be a gentleman and hold them for you

“I thought I told you y/n..” draco bent down to look at you eye to eye, “I’m a visual learner”

this whole time you thought you were suppressing the natural reaction to blush but it was only because the library was cold and dim

he could clearly see that you were blushing and he felt like he just won the quidditch championships

you looked away and started to grab your things from him in a hurry out of embarrassment

“anyways.. I noticed that you really didn’t need me to help you study.. so what was all of this about?”

you made sure to hide your tomato face from him

you stopped in your tracks when you didn’t hear his footsteps next to you

“isn’t it obvious, y/n?”

his question made you turn around

“I wanted to spend time with you.. I’ve noticed you for a while and I’ve always wanted to-”

“so this is what you were up to, draco..” you both heard blaise coming around the corner with the rest of the slytherin gang

“is this your victim this time? you could’ve just told us!” theo echoed the same amount of mischief as blaise

“I’mdefinitelyprettythanher...” pansy muttered under her breath

all of those comments made your heart drop into your stomach

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN TALKING ABOUT? FUCK OFF!”

his friends ruined this moment for him and he didn’t know if he could dig himself out of this hole

he used to go for girls who would give anything to be with him and it was only to forget the fact that you were with bloody potter

they were just there to distract him from your relationship with potter at the time

he wasn’t that guy anymore because now he has a chance with you, this was his only chance

because if he fucked this up, he’ll never have the chance with you

“am I just another one of those girls to you?”

those words were heavy on his heart; he felt like he couldn’t breath

you weren’t those other girls; you were different

it was never about them, it was always about you

you made him feel like he could be a better person

as a better person, he wanted to cherish you and protect your smile

and now that smile was no where to be found

your voice was soft enough for only draco to hear but the others got the gist of what you said

“I bet ya draco only went after for her because he heard that she didn’t like him..” goyle wanted to add onto the banter

crabbe continued to throw the fuel to the fire, “saw her as a challenge, I bet”

you didn’t want to hear anything else

that was all you needed to hear that figure out that any apple from draco malfoy was going to be sour anyways

so why did you even consider trying in the first place?

you scoffed at their attempt to try to get you to cry and run down the hall like all the other girls that were heartbroken by draco

“you all must be daft.. even if malfoy did see me as a challenge and wanted to pursue me.. doesn’t mean that I’d give him the time or day..”

you glared at all of them in the eyes, “I just had some extra time to spare to help out a classmate.. besides if you all need any help with your classes, which I’m sure you do, just let me know.. I’d be so glad to help out my dim-witted classmates..”

that made a lot of them pretty mad, “did you just call us dumb?” pansy shrieked, “you filthy half-blood!”

you gave her a half-hearted smile, “I may be a half-blood but at least, I’m not dumb..”

that made some of them raise their wands at you until draco came in between them and you

that made them lower their wands

he was filled with rage and all of his friends realized that they all just made a huge mistake

but before anyone could say anything, you just walked away

you didn’t need anyone protecting you

you could fend for yourself

and if you could walk away from a situation, you would

you didn’t need to get into a wand fight to prove a point, let alone a physical one

you didn’t need these uptight, dumb rich kids ruining your education

“HEY I WAS TALKING TO YOU!” pansy tried to run after you with her wand but draco grabbed it out of her hand

“leave. her. alone. or I’ll make you... that goes for every one of you”

draco threw her wand across the hall and ran after you

none of his friends said anything

“maybe we shouldn’t have jumped into conclusions..” blaise said as he noticed how troubled his friend really was with his emotions for you

theo attached himself to blaise’s hip, “yeah it’s all pansy’s fault that draco is mad at us now..”

as the group of slytherins’ bickering was fading into darkness, draco was sweating trying to find you and fix this problem

he was crazy about you and he wanted you to see that he really did have feelings for you, real feelings

all of that hard work he put in during the study session were flushed down the drain

he knew that you didn’t like him at first

he knew that you didn’t fawn over him like those other girls

why would he pursue someone that he knows doesn’t like him?

he can’t control his feelings

he can’t control how his heart feels when he brushes pass you in a busy hallway

or how it feels when he sees you in the same class as him

or how it feels when he hears you laugh

he saw you make your way to the astronomy tower and he follows suit

draco stops in his tracks when he hears you throw your bag to the ground and start crying

if his heart was cracked earlier, it’s completely shattered now

“stupid girl... it’s not like you ever liked him anyways.. your mind is tricking you that you like him... if there is such thing as love, I don’t wanna taste it.. I’m just so afraid... so why...”

you were fighting with yourself; crying into your sleeves and talking out loud

“..so why am I fighting these feelings I have for bloody draco lucius malfoy...”

“feelings are weird like that, huh..”

like all the times before, you didn’t need to look behind you to hear who that voice belonged to

“go away, malfoy”

but you really didn’t want him to

and he didn’t

draco sat next to you but there was a significant amount of space between you two

“I want to apologize on the behalf of my friends’ actions and words and-”

“-and for playing me?” you cut him off, “you should get yourself an acting career..”

no matter how sincere he sounded, you figured that he’s just used to acting like it

“and for not telling them how I really felt about you..”

you were so confused, you ended up looking up at him; not caring about your current appearance

your appearance made draco come closer, out of concern for you

he cupped your face but you didn’t have enough strength at the moment to push him away, you only had enough strength to not look at him

your eyes were red from the crying, runny nose sniffing every second and brows furrowed not with irritation but furrowed with utter sadness

“y/n.. please answer me.. are you okay?”

“okay!?” you pulled his hands off of your face

“no, if you can’t tell by my puffy, teary-eyed face. I’m NOT okay! I’m not okay with having my feeling played with like a puppet! I’m not okay because the moment I felt like I could trust you, I found out that I was just one of your collection of other girls that played victim to your little sick game and-”

draco suddenly took one of your hand and put it over his chest

“would my heart be beating this fast for a girl I didn’t care about?” his voice was soft but stern

the adrenaline made you lash out your inner thoughts; you took a breath to try to return back into your calm, cool and collect self

“you could be faking it,” you replied

he got up immediately, “then I’ll go steal veritaserum from snape’s private collection to prove to you!”

if you didn’t physically hold the determined draco back, he would’ve dashed down the tower and actually go steal the truth serum

“why would you risk yourself for that?! don’t you know that you could get detention or even expelled-”

“because, y/n, I want to prove to you that I really.. truly like you.. ever since I sat next to you in charms class, I always thought you were no one I’ve ever met..”

“the first time you sat next to me in charms class? that was our first year...”

your grasp on his arm loosened and you gave him the chance to voice his inner thoughts

“yeah.. you were smart but you didn’t act like a know-it-all like granger.. or make it your whole personality like all of those ravenclaws.. you were always nice to everyone and anyone but you never let anyone walk over you.. I was so happy I got a chance to talk to you because I enjoyed our conversations in the library.. you made me feel like I could be my 100% self.. I always thought that if you could get sorted into any house and you would do extremely well anywhere you went... and also...”

draco brought his hand up to “wipe” his nose to hide the blush that was blooming onto his face

“also?” your curiosity was peaked

“also you were just about the prettiest girl in our class.. our whole school even..”

“but I’m a half-blooded Hufflepuff..”

“none of that matters.. I just like you for you.. every moment I have with you makes my feelings for you grow fonder.. I just hope that, that’s enough for you..”

you sniffled a little laugh through your stuffy nose, “draco lucius malfoy.. you really are full of surprises..”

you looked up at him through your damp lashes

the moonlight was shining onto his platinum blonde hair

his eyes held that twinkly baby blue sliver of hope

hoping that you would be able to give him a chance

“if I give you a chance, am I going to regret it?”

“if you gave me a chance, I’d do everything in my power to never ask for a second chance...”

you really pondered at his words and professor trelawney’s prophecy

“I swear to merlin, draco if you do-”

“you can hex me, send a bludger my way or even use any unforgivable curses on me!” he had his hand over his heart as if he was pledging himself to you

you took the hand that was over his heart and just held it tight, “let’s not have it get to that point..”

draco was so happy he wanted to kiss you

his eyes were wavering at where to kiss you

would it be too much to kiss you on the lips?

what if he kisses you on the cheek and he misses and kisses your nose?

would it be okay to kiss your nose?

he was so distracted with his thoughts that he didn’t notice you get on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips

draco’s smile grew and he pulled you closer to him so that he could kiss you better under the moonlight

although these new feelings were unripe and green, they still tasted sweet on your lips

The end.

[part one] [part two]

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afangirlfandom · 1 month

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OK so I’ve been holding this in for a while because honestly, I thought my opinion on it didn’t matter but I have too intense of an opinion on it to not share-

If Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are two sides of the same coin, then Percy Jackson and Luke Castellan are a heartbreaking mirror image!

I saw a post that said “The reason Luke is going to hate (jealousy) Percy is because of the unconditional love that Poseidon has for Percy and the relationship that Percy will have with the gods” but it’s honestly not just the unconditional love that Poseidon has for Percy, which Hermes’ love is definitely conditional and that’s fucked up, but it’s more than that! It’s Percy’s relationship with both of his parents as a whole!

Please read this entire post, I’m gonna link it, but this one part is spot on-

https://www.tumblr.com/brionysea/741416801371652096/i-hate-to-say-it-but-poseidons-parenting-advice

“i hate to say it but poseidon's parenting advice to hermes was spot on.” I know people give Poseidon a lot of shit for not showing up until he did or even more often than he did, but Poseidon legitimately stayed away because it was bringing danger to Percy and he specifically stayed away because Sally asked him to and both of them made the best decision possible for Percy not themselves but their son and that is selfless love that’s unconditional love that’s saying I’m going to do what is best for you not what is best for me and gods don’t do that! Hermes sure as hell didn’t do that! He was selfish and kept going back because it made him feel good, no matter what it was doing to them as a family and especially to Luke! But what’s worse is that mom’s should be the most selfless person in your life, and Luke’s mom wasn’t!!!

I saw another post that said that Luke is a mama’s boy and that’s why he’s mad at Hermes, but honestly, Luke’s mom fucked up even worse than Hermes did because Luke’s mom chose the gods over her son!!! And this to me is where everything really really matters- Sally chose Percy over everything!!!!! She made every single decision in her life based off of Percy and him becoming the best possible person he could be in the safest possible way he could while keeping him as close to her as possible! And Luke’s mom did the exact opposite!! Luke’s mom chose to attempt to become the Oracle, because it made her important and gave her a role within the gods not because it was what was best for her son! She risked her son, knowing how dangerous it was, because she was selfish!

So basically, it becomes this⬇️

Vs.

Percy‘s parents love him unconditionally and selflessly! Luke’s parents were the opposite!

#harry potter #harry vs Draco #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo pain #percy and poseidon #percy and sally #sally jackson #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo spoilers #pjo fandom #pjo disney+#Percy Jackson and the olympians Disney+#luke castellan #Luke and Hermes #rant post #personal rant

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sweet-s0rr0w · 8 months

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For the top five ask game - Top Five... of your own fics, please

Nor All That Glisters (Drarry, E, 111k) because it's the first thing I've ever written, and I loved writing it, and everything fandom came from this fic. It's still the fic I think I'm most associated with, and as well as the original amazing art by @fantalfart and @deancebra-art, it now contains art and calligraphy by @bluebutter-art and @squintclover, and the bound copy from @emmalovesdilemmas is the first thing I wrote that I've got to hold in my hands! Plus, I still think it's the coolest concept of all my fics!

Stop taking the Felix? You must be joking…

Dreaming Skies (Dron, E, 21k, co-written with Tacky) because it's the only fic of mine I've reread properly, and more than once, and I love it more - especially Ron - every time. Writing it (in 13 days!) with one of my all-time favourite authors, and writing it for @sitp-recs, was a dream.

Draco's life is going nowhere, so when Charlie Weasley offers him a job out on his reserve, Draco doesn't think twice before booking a Portkey. After all, it's not as if he has many other options. But when he arrives in Romania, he realises that nothing is quite what he expected...

(a story about dragons and baking, friendship and little kindnesses, putting down new roots and falling in love)

Silhouettes (Dronarry, E, 17k) because I was so proud of how this one came together. I love the triple POV, the challenge of it, and I love how it skirts the line of some tough difficult topics but stays pretty light. Also, it has one of my two favourite smut scenes I've ever written (other is in Waking Up Slow).

Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway?

A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate.

Crash (Into Me) (Drarry, T, 14k) because writing this was hilarious (poor @graymatters trying to American-pick it), this was my first time properly writing Ron, and although it's one of the silliest things I've ever written, I think it's a really good concept (Drarry falling for each other during a 24-hour Quidditch match!)

Harry’s done plenty of ridiculous things for charity over the years, but Robards’ latest scheme really takes the biscuit. Or rather, the teacake.

Good job Malfoy’s there to suffer alongside him this time, eh?

Thameslink, the 07:29 from Luton (Drarry, G, 1k) because I think this is a very neat and fast paced little micro which came out well. I also remember chatting to you (Tacky) as I was writing this very quickly and last minute for @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm's birthday, and - it was just one of those fics that wanted to exist, iykwim.

He gets on at Harpenden, you think, although it might have been earlier.

#difficult one because there are others that might be technically 'better'#cages i am very fond of ofc but finishing on time was a massive stress #among the elements i think is good but too personal #waking up slow i liked the relationship development and summer romance but i think it's a bit quirky #etc etc #drarry #dron #dronarry #don't think i didn't see what you did with the asks there tacky my friend

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