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Soundless Love - Chapter 10.1

To everyone's surprise, it’s Draco who pulls Harry out of the compartment halfway into the journey back to London. Neville yells after them to be careful and to not permanently damage the girlish squad by kissing in front of them. Harry laughs and Draco lifts his eyebrows. Harry shakes his head and quickly tells Draco what Neville just yelled after them.

“Those girls are insane,” Draco signs.

“Don’t I know,” Harry says. “You would think that me having a boyfriend would stop them from hitting on me.”

Draco shakes his head and then takes Harry’s hand back in his. They walk through the train until they find an empty compartment. Draco closes the door and then continues to lock it with his wand.

“It’s kind of hot, watching you do magic without uttering a word,” Harry says.

Draco’s cheeks turn red and he looks out of the window. Harry steps closer to him and takes Draco’s head in his hands so they can look at each other. Their lips meet and they kiss for some time. Harry opens his mouth to let Draco’s tongue in. At some point, they move. Harry’s legs bump into the seat behind him and he sits down. Draco crawls on his lap, not stopping his assault on Harry’s mouth. His hands slide through Harry’s hair and Harry moans into the kiss. It’s perfect. How is Harry ever going to survive not being able to do this for the next two months?

Time passes and before Harry and Draco realise it the train comes to a stop. Draco stands up and Harry loves how devoured Draco looks. His hair is a mess, the top buttons of his shirt are undone, his cheeks are flushed and his eyes glitter.

“I don’t want to go,” Draco signs.

“I know,” Harry says. He stands up and places another soft kiss on Draco’s lips. “I’m going to miss you.”

Draco pulls Harry into another kiss and it isn’t until someone pounces on the compartment door that they break apart. They can’t stay here much longer. The train is probably almost empty by now. Harry takes Draco’s hand and together they go and get their trunks. They drag them out of the train and then get assaulted by Lily, who pulls Harry into a hug.

“Mum, let go,” Harry says. He looks to the side to see the sneaky smile on Draco’s face. He must be glad his parents aren’t this embarrassing around all their friends.

“Just a second longer,” Lily says. “I’ve missed you.”

“You saw me like six weeks ago,” Harry says.

Lily lets go and then turns to Draco. “It’s good to see you again,” she says. Her hands sign along with her words and Draco answers all politely, as the proper boy he’s been raised to be. At the same time, Sirius pets Harry on the shoulder.

“How was school?” Sirius asks. “Your grades weren’t as bad as your dad feared.”

Harry rolls his eyes. “Dad always fears the worst,” he says. “And I always prove him wrong.”

“True. Your dad should have a little more faith in you,” Sirius says. “But you won the Quidditch Cup, so your dad won’t say a word about your grades. Your mum on the other hand…”

“I know,” Harry says. “I’ll promise to do better next year. I now have a proper study buddy who makes me do the work.”

Sirius smiles and shakes his head. “I guess you found your Moony then.”

Harry can’t stop the massive grin that spread on his face. “I guess I have,” he says. He looks at Draco who’s still talking to Lily. Neville has joined them, while they wait for Iris to say goodbye to her friends. Harry looks around to see if Ron and Hermione are still here, but he doesn’t see them. He’ll write them tomorrow once he knows how grounded he is during this summer holiday. Harry does see another familiar face. Draco’s father makes his way towards them, and he doesn’t look happy.

When Lucius reaches them, he doesn’t greet any of them. He just grabs Draco by his arm and starts to pull him away. Draco looks at Harry and he lifts his free hand to his chest and circles it over his heart and then points at Harry. Harry repeats the movement with dread in his heart. He knew Draco’s father wouldn't approve of their relationship, but having to say goodbye like this for the entire summer is hard.

“Mr Malfoy, could we have a word?” Lily asks before they are out of earshot. Harry could hug his mum. She’s amazing and Harry will do whatever she wants him to all summer if she will be able to give him the possibility to properly say goodbye to Draco.

Lucius stops and turns around. He doesn’t face Lily head-on, but stays at an angle, ready to continue his walk away from them all. “No, you may not,” he sneers. “We want nothing to do with blood traitors like you.”

And then they're gone.

Harry stares at the empty space where Draco and his dad just stood. It’s done more often, people Apparating from the station. But this seemed a little over the top.

“Rude,” Neville says to Harry’s left.

“What is wrong with that man?” Lily asks. She places a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

“He hates his son and everything that will make him happy,” Harry says. His voice is soft and he doesn’t lift his hands to speak with him. Sirius will be upset about it, but Harry doesn’t care at this moment. Draco was scared. Harry thought it wouldn’t be all that bad. But now he knows that Draco was right. Draco will have a horrible summer. And that is mostly Harry’s fault.

“Harry,” Lily says. She turns him around with her hand and places her other hand on his other shoulder. It won’t be long, and Harry will be the same height as her. She hardly has to look down at Harry. Her face morphs into one of compassion when she looks at him. She pulls him against her and circles her hands around Harry.

“Don’t cry, sweetheart,” she says.

Harry blinks his eyes and only now realises that tears have escaped him.

“How bad is it going to be for him?” Sirius asks.

“Bad,” Harry says against his mother’s shoulder. He’s sure Neville will translate for Sirius. Harry would sign, but right now he needs to be held by his mother. He doesn’t care that half the school can see him. His boyfriend just got dragged away by the man that is supposed to love him. But the only thing Draco will know this summer is hate. And there is nothing Harry can do about it.

“I’ll write to Narcissa,” Sirius says. “Try to convince her to let the boy stay with his new favourite uncle for some time this summer,” Sirius says.

Harry turns out of his mother’s arms and hugs Sirius. Sirius pets his head and Harry is glad he’s got so many people looking out for him and Draco. It won’t do any good. Draco’s parents won’t let Draco visit them this summer. Harry is sure of that. But it’s sweet that his uncle wants to try.

Before Harry is ready to let go, Iris shows up, chatting away about how amazing Hogwarts is and that she can’t wait for the summer to be over.

“You’re insane,” Neville tells Iris.

Lily laughs and then urges them all towards the exit. It’s time to go home and be alone for the next two months. Harry can’t believe he does, but for the first time in his life, he agrees with Iris. He can’t wait for the summer to be over so he can see Draco again.

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realitybitesyouknowit · 1 year

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Chapters: 12/12 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Potter & Severus Snape, Harry Potter/Voldemort, Harry Potter & Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy/Narcissa Black Malfoy Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Draco Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Minerva McGonagall, Poppy Pomfrey, Filius Flitwick, Albus Dumbledore, Rubeus Hagrid Additional Tags: Past Abuse, Deaf Character, Top Harry, Parent Severus Snape, Severitus, Bad Dumbledore, Dumbledore Bashing, Manipulative Dumbledore, more tag will be added Summary:

What if things didn't go the way Dumbledore had hoped at the Dursley residence?

#Harry Potter #fanfiction #ao3 #tomarry #harrymort #severitus #Harry is deaf #Harry has a disability #slytherin!harry #Dumbledore bashing #Ron bashing #Ginny Bashing #Molly bashing #Hermione bashing #Irish school of magic #child abuse #bullying #draco/luna #sane Tom

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hpfanficrecs · 6 months

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I've been obsessed with dead!Harry/Drarry stories recently, so this is one you have to read.

#drarry fic #Deaf Harry #Love story vibes #Draco is a poet #nick and charlie vibes

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blakeblueboi · 2 months

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Happy (Late) Valentine's Day!!!

Draco: Potter, we agreed no gifts- Harry: I know! I know, I just- Harry: I know we said no gifts, Draco- but I was thinking about this past year and- and well, I never thought that we'd be well- we'd be- Harry: Us- you know? I know we just started seeing eachother and it's new, like you said, but isn't that reason enough? Harry: Reason enough to celebrate that it is so new? Harry: Before this year I thought that wasn't remotely a chance for us- I see now that I was wrong Harry: I was so wrong about so many things- and I hope that can at least- Harry: Make yo for that- even if it as last week that you even let me start using your first name and - -Inaudiable Harry- esque rambling- Draco: Do you ever shut up? Harry: Wha- mmph!!

The corridor rang with newfound silence as Potter's voice was abruptly swallowed in the matter of a second. Draco's ears were so unused to the lack of incessant rambling that they became muffled in shock.

The kiss, in the loosest sense of the definition, only lasted a few moments before Draco leaned back away from Potter's slightly parted ones he had seized midsentence. His grip on his tie only tightened however as Draco fixed the gaping Gryffindor with a hard glare.

Or at least he tried to. The look in Potter's eyes stole away any sort of insult or rebuttal from Draco's throat.

Stormy grey met electric green and in an instant Draco realized his mistake.

That had been their first kiss.

Their first kiss.

Draco had only wanted to shut the blubbering git and not only had he kissed Potter for the first time-- on Valentine's day no doubt-- but in the middle of the 7th floor corridor. Potter had dragged him up there without explanation, now obviously for gift giving but it was no less a public space.

Draco could feel eyes on him at all sides, from all directions even if he couldn't see or discern who exactly was there watching them.

Heat crawled up Draco's face like a creeping Acromanchula complete with pinprick of little fangs over his cheeks and down his neck. He was no better than a beet red third year as he stood there under with still silently shocked Potter's everlasting gaze. A gaze that under normal circumstances he would have preened under.

Draco's body acted on its own. With a flourish of quick and familiar magic his body bent and shifted until his pink paws plopped onto the cold cobblestone floor. With a scramble Draco bolted from the hallway, luckily with the pretty red ribbon that was wrapped around the box secured in his teeth.

The sound of Potter's voice calling after him fell on deaf ears as Draco's let his swift feline body carry him as far away as possible. As quickly as possible.

"Do you think he'll wear it?"

Harry had been a mess. So much so that he would rather take a hundred Bat Boogy hexes from Ginny back in fifth year than be in the predicament he was in at the moment.

"Harry, mate, you're starting to sound like a second year--" Ron told him indignantly from beside him with a clean chicken leg in his fist.

"Ron, I don't think you're helping--" Hermione scolded him from her spot across from them over her N.E.W.T.S level charms textbook and a half eaten dollop of strawberry pudding.

"No offense, but we are talking about Malfoy- the git is probably trying to decide which bedazzled silver trash can he's going to chunk it in- OW!!" Hermione swatted Ron over the head with her new closed charms textbook.

"Ronald, honestly you could at least try to be a little supportive for your best friend! You're making it worse!!" She hissed with a hard glare across the table at her boyfriend.

It was, indeed, making Harry's mood that much worse. He hadn't seen Draco all day since he gave him his Valentine's gift and he was starting to really believe he had botched their entire relationship. It wasn't enough that he had gotten Draco a gift when Draco had specifically told him that they were absolutely not getting each other gifts on what he described as a pathetic excuse for a holiday, but he'd gotten him something that was most definitely going to make it that much worse.

A glance over at the Slytherin table only threw his mood into the gutter when he saw Draco's usual spot empty. It wasn't like he couldn't have run after him that morning. He definitely could have. Especially in his larger, nimbler animgus form. But the thought only dug up memories of sixth year and a certain third floor bathroom. Even if the confrontation wouldn't have gone exactly like that now of course, it still kept Harry rooted to the cobblestones as he watched the white cat sprint away.

The loud swing of the Great Hall's massive doors didn't even rouse Harry to look up. He'd fallen for that trick too many times this evening to know that he wouldn't see a shock of white-blonde hair and pretty stormy grey eyes enter through it.

"Harry--" Hermione's voice whispered to him from across the table.

Harry hardly heard her over the uproar from the Slytherin table. Namely around a certain now occupied spot behind him.

"Bloody hell, Harry- did you really get that slimy git that? That must have cost a fortune!"

Ron'd words were drowned out by the sight of Draco Malfoy proudly, practically glowing with a self-satisfied smile on his beautiful face. His eyes twinkled with the light of the ever-burning candles above them and the pink glitter below that decorated every house table. His cheeks were a soft pink as Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, and Theodore Nott all gawked at him.

Or namely at what was clasped around his neck.

A silver necklace was visible above his tie and glittered in the light. It was made up of dazzling white and clear gemstones that shone various colors depending on the wearer's mood and the light around them like a prism. It was absolutely stunning, especially with the pink and rose red they were emitting onto Draco's perfectly pale skin. Harry had enlisted Hermione's help with making sure that the necklace would expand and shrink whenever Draco was in either of his forms.

Aside from what it was made out of-- it was truly a necklace but the length of it could have made it something else entirely.

That something else being a collar.

Stormy grey finally met Harry's green across the table and Draco's cheeks flamed with an instant and uncontrollable blush. A small smile was exchanged between them and words that went unsaid passed through their gazes.

Harry turned and that smile grew into a big grin despite a groan from Ron and another swat of her book on his head from Hermione.

Maybe Harry hadn't mucked things up that badly that Valentine's Day.

Fin.

WOw this took way longer than I thought it would lol

#drarry #draco x harry #harry x draco #Harry potter #harry potter fanart #cat animagus harry #cat animagus draco #animagus #animagi #valentines day #draco malfoy #fancomic #microfic #my art #my writing

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claymoresword · 6 days

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I Choose Her | Chp: 20

Hermione Granger x Slytherin Fem!Reader

Summary: You are the daughter of two known death eaters from one of the oldest and richest families in the wizarding world. Are you truly prepared to give up everything you know for Hermione Granger?

Pairing: Hermione x Reader

Wordcount: 4.3k

Warnings: y/n & draco, character death, violence, general heavy themes, fluff, y/n & hermione are endgame , events follow canon (in theory)

Note: here it is.. the final chapter ! (technically it's not over yet since we still have the epilogue, which i will try my best to get out within the next week, fingers crossed)

i also want to thank you guys so much for being here. whether you just found this fic recently or you've been here since the beginning, i hope you know i appreciate your support so much. it's the reason we even got to this point! i'm truly going to miss writing this story, more than you know. especially considering it has been apart of my life for over a year now, which is crazy! but anyway, love you guys, i hope you enjoy this one :)

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Hours since the Dark Lord and his followers had officially retreated.

The sun was now steadily taking its position in the sky, illuminating the mortal world. Heedlessly enforcing the illusion that tragedy no longer looms over Hogwarts and all wizard-kind.

That is, of course, as further as one could possibly get from the truth.

The atmosphere amidst the Great Hall unfailingly reminds everyone of a suffocating reality. It is thick with grief. Cold, dark and devoid of life– much like the dead that lay within it.

Hermione has yet to leave your side since you found a space to sit amongst the rubble. She continues to cling to you like a lifeline. Harry has been gone for hours, and Hermione, with a bit of coaxing, has finally stopped crying.

Ginny however remained hysterical– till her father was forced to subdue her with a Laxo charm. Still its effects wear off too quickly, and Ginny is far too vulnerable to justify repeated use. So her parents have settled with putting her to sleep instead.

She rests her head on Ron’s shoulder, blind and deaf to the destruction around her, even if only for a short while.

“Are you alright?” A foolish question, but Hermione, ever sweet and gentle, doesn't berate you for it. She nods, wordlessly slipping her arm around you before nestling her face into the crook of your neck.

Hermione desperately seeks an escape through you and there is nothing more you wish to do than to give her just that. You want to be her helm in a sea of catastrophe, as much as she is yours.

Nothing matters anymore, only her.

As you slip a comforting arm around your girlfriend, you take a scan of the hall, quickly regretting your decision to do so as you divert your eyes away from the row of corpses laid across the floor.

It is then you spot a familiar face that causes your stomach twists even more, you are overcome with the sudden urge to wretch.

Draco appears just as pale and miserable as he approaches you. Gingerly taking a seat, cautious not to interrupt your embrace with Hermione. For what feels like an eternity, neither of you speak.

“I thought you left the castle with the rest of them.” You find yourself muttering, surprising Draco and especially yourself.

Hermione lifts her head, once she realizes you were not speaking to her.

She takes notice of the platinum haired man next to you, and you feel her tense within your hold. Hermione’s expression visibly hardens, and you recognize that it would be smart to continue putting yourself in between her and Draco for the time being.

“No, I– I couldn’t. My parents.. they were looking for me, but I– I hid.” Your best friend remarks, he is unable to keep eye contact with you.

Guilt is ever corrosive, and it was consuming him alive. You see it in the very way Draco carries himself– so far removed from the person he once was.

Much like yourself.

It seems as though Draco is entirely expecting you to push some blame onto him. As if the destruction here today was caused solely by him. Though things are hardly as simple as that– besides, there is little reward in kicking a man when he is already down.

“At least you refused them. I know it isn’t easy.” You state. A feeble attempt to uplift him.

“Doing the right thing rarely ever is.” Hermione chimes in, as she puts her head on your shoulder once more. Her demeanor has softened, and in any regular instance, this might even fill you with joy.

“Does it even matter now? It’s too late.” Draco wallows, and a part of you wants to contend his statement, but that would also mean lying to him.

“And my mother and father– I’ve disappointed them.” He adds and now you let out a humorless chuckle.

“We have that in common. Mine certainly aren’t going to acknowledge me as their daughter now.” You say, and your best friend almost seems comforted by the notion.

“Mine either.” Hermione quips plainly, her attempt at lighthearted banter only shatters you.

You turn to place a lingering kiss against her forehead. Hermione accepts it as a faint smile plays on her lips, one reserved only for you.

‘As long as we stay together it'll be fine.’ You remind yourself for the dozenth time.

Draco sighs.

“There was no point to any of this.. it's all gone to shit.” He utters, exasperated, and Hermione nods in agreement.

Another chuckle slips out of you, this time from true amusement. Possibly from exhaustion or simply just a reaction to the ludicrous position you have all found yourselves in. You are sitting in what was once the Great Hall; the safest and warmest place in all of Hogwarts is now reduced to nothing but dust, piles of stone and death.

You ought to be studying for your end of year exams, yet instead, you have been battling Death Eaters.

People you considered friends have attempted to harm you more than once, and now it is not even certain if you would survive long enough to see nightfall.

Despite herself, Hermione begins to laugh with you. Draco only scoffs at this, he averts his gaze but you manage to catch the smile threatening to form on his face.

The moment does not last much longer as a noise in the distance abruptly steals your attention. The air in Hogwarts is no longer desolate, it has been awoken once more, and you quickly find out why.

Neville is first to rise off the floor, swiftly walking out into the courtyard. Students and teachers, reluctant but curious, follow suit.

You leave Draco behind as you move through the crowd, Hermione quickly falls in next to you and Ron settles a few paces behind.

Your worst fear is realized.

They have returned, to finish what they started.

A large army of Death Eaters approaches Hogwarts, the Dark Lord leads them at the front of the brigade. As they get closer, you notice Hagrid towering over the rest, he walks with something large in his arms.

Your face falls in horror once you make out exactly what it was he was carrying. Harry Potter, limp and lifeless.

Hagrid held him as though he weighed no more than a feather. It is a devastating sight, but you can’t seem to look away.

You feel the sudden urge to pinch yourself, to force yourself awake.

You are trapped in a grim nightmare, Harry cannot be dead.

“No.” Ron utters your thoughts out loud.

Hermione is reduced to soft sobs as she turns away in distress, you feel compelled to pull her in for an embrace once more.

“Who is that, Hagrid’s carrying?” Ginny’s voice echoes through the courtyard. She is awake, only to be struck in the face with atrocity.

“Neville, who is that?” She calls, much louder and desperate.

“Harry Potter is dead!” The Dark Lord responds to her question with glee.

“No– no!” Ginny cries, but she is quickly silenced with a wave of Voldermort’s hand, he forces her to the ground.

“Silence! You stupid girl.” He bellows as Arthur frantically helps his daughter back on her feet, dragging her as far from the enemy as possible.

“Harry Potter is dead, from this day forth, you put your faith in me.” Voldermort claims and he is only met with a stunned silence.

"Harry Potter is dead!” The Dark Lord declares again in celebration turning to his followers. He laughs, maniacal and bone chilling. Death eaters soon join in, a roar of erroneous joy.

Blind rage gives Hermione the strength to finally look upon Voldermort, you release her from your grip, but maintain close proximity.

“And now is the time to declare yourself. Come forward and join us, or die.” Voldermort states, his arms outstretched– a forced gesture of welcome.

Once again, you can all only afford to stare at him in disbelief.

“Draco!” Lucius calls for his son angrily, and you only realize then that you’ve entirely lost sight of your best friend.

The crowd parts slightly, and you finally spot him at the other side of the courtyard, standing amongst Seamus, George and Dean.

“Draco.” Narcissa coaxes her son in a far gentler manner, but the distress and worry within her gaze is plain for you to see.

Draco stares at his parents for a prolonged moment and then turns to look towards you. Your breath hitches in your throat, the weight of the world is on his shoulders and he means to share the burden with you.

You manage to shake your head at him, signifying disapproval, but it seems he was not looking for advice, it was merely a look of remorse. He was just apologizing for something he was about to do.

Your shoulders slump in disappointment when Draco tears his gaze away from your own, he limps towards his parents, slowly, as if in a trance.

“Well done, Draco, well done.” The Dark Lord embraces him stiffly for all to see, your jaw tightens when his stare lands on you.

Any fear you felt in that moment has been overshadowed by plain hot resentment.

“Y/n!” Your own father calls for you the same way, you can still feel the weight of everyone’s stare upon you as you refuse to budge.

“Y/n, come here, now.” Your mother warns, but it does nothing to convince you, if anything it has the opposite effect.

You feel Hermione’s hand slip into your own, motivating a streak of confidence.

“I am fine right where I am, mother.” You remark plainly, and you catch the way Voldermort clenches his pale gray hand into a fist for an instant before composing himself.

“Well, I must admit, y/n, I am very disappointed in you. I have no doubt your parents feel the same.” He states, and it works to gain a rise out of you.

However before you can retaliate with something reckless, Voldermort raises his wand to point it at you. “Crucio.”

The next thing you recall is the ground coming up to meet you, and trying to break your fall. A blinding pain that travels from your arm to the rest of your body.

Hermione is crouched over you as you continue to seize on the ground in sheer agony.

“Stop it! Please, stop!” Your girlfriend's pleas fall on deaf ears.

You faintly hear Voldermort’s mocking laughter amidst your own gripes of pain. Certain you are about to faint, you clench your eyes tightly, but then, it all stops.

Air violently floods your lungs, you feel the ground again, this time you recognize that you are laying firmly on top of it. You feel Hermione’s desperate hands clutching your body.

The Dark Lord looks upon horrified faces– he is using you as a warning. “I will say it again. Join us, else you will suffer a worse fate that y/n. So I invite you to step forward now.”

Hermione begins to help you back on your feet, but not before kissing your temple. She smoothes out your disheveled hair, a frantic effort to soothe you, or perhaps herself.

“Please tell me you're alright.” She pleads, an anguished whisper. You ignore the sharp pain still pulsating throughout your body to give Hermione some peace of mind.

“I am, I'll be fine.” You reply, taking her arm to resume your place.

Neville slips past you then, this sudden gesture is followed by a wave of gasps.

You observed as he limped through the crowd and towards Voldermort, your brows furrowed in confusion.

Not Neville. Not him of all people.

“I must say, I hoped for better.” Voldermort hurls the jibe, brusque and overconfident. The roar of laughter that comes from his followers only causes your scowl to deepen, it is a jarring noise, deeply unsettling.

“And who might you be, young man?” The Dark Lord asks, feigned geniality.

“Neville Longbottom.” Neville admits only for the laughter to come again.

You shift your weight uncomfortably from one foot to the other. Hermione mistakes it for a sign you may collapse again so she moves closer, allowing you to lean on her; this only makes you want to weep.

This isn't right. It was never supposed to happen like this.

“Well, Neville I am sure we can find you a place in our ranks–”

“–I'd like to say something!” Neville's voice bullies over Voldermort’s.

From the looks of it, this would nearly cost him his life, as Voldermort lifts his wand, almost like a reflex but he lowers it just as quickly.

With an air of composure, he responds, but his pretense is waning.

“Well, Neville, I am sure we are all fascinated to hear what you have to say.” Voldermort’s smile only makes him appear even more displeasing to the eye.

“It doesn't matter that Harry's gone.” Neville announces, and you instinctively look to the man in Hagrid’s arms.

This can't be the end.

Only half a heartbeat until you avert your gaze again.

“Stand down, Neville!” Seamus possesses enough gumption to warn his friend, but Neville brushes him off.

“People die everyday!” He insists.

“Friends, family..” Neville trails off.

Again, you feel compelled to keep Hermione close as you notice the way she has been pursing her lips to fight back more tears.

Ron can't seem to pull his eyes away from Hagrid, and his dead best friend.

“Yeah, we lost Harry tonight, but he's still with us, in here.” Neville continues, gesturing loosely to his chest, just above where his heart is.“So is Fred, Remus, and Tonks, all of them.”

“They didn't die in vain!” Neville shouts with a newfound confidence.

“But you will, because you're wrong!”

He challenges the Dark Lord, bold and open, and it makes you wince.

“Harry's heart did beat for us, for all of us!” He continues.

“So it's not over!” Neville exclaims, and the old hat he had been holding droops to the floor. Within it is revealed an unmistakable relic: the sword of Gryffindor.

He unsheathes the steel for all to see.

Then just as suddenly, the unthinkable happens.

Harry slips out of Hagrid's hold, his body collapses to the ground, but he is not dead, he braces his hands on the ground before rising.

Harry Potter, alive.

“Merlin's beard..” You gape, and Hermione grasps your shoulder, then she laughs, shock and pure relief.

Harry sprints past the Dark Lord, quick, like a cat. He attempts to fish out Draco’s wand from his pocket but it slides past his fingers.

Harry isn't given the opportunity to retrieve it as he is forced to dodge the mania of curses being hurled his way.

There is only chaos in the courtyard now as Death Eaters begin to disapparate by the dozen, abandoning their leader.

Everyone else, desperately seeking shelter, out of the courtyard, back into the castle or elsewhere, anywhere away from harm.

“Come on, we have to go.” Hermione drags you with her, but you turn back for a moment to watch as Draco bravely pushes past the chaos, picking up his wand, unbelievably, he tosses it back to Harry.

“Potter!” Your best friend shouts just before you lose sight of him in the crowd. Although Harry catches the wand just in time.

“Confringo!” The Chosen One exclaims, Nagini writhes violently as the curse injures her.

The snake. You have to kill the snake.

Harry shares the sentiment as you get to the castle's doors, he falls in next to you, Ron and Hermione. “We need to kill the snake, I'll lure him into the castle.”

You merely nod in response, Harry continues to deflect the curses being hurled at the four of you.

“You'll need this.” Hermione says, retrieving the Basilisk fang from her bag.

The Dark Lord is rapidly inching closer now, fury has become him– yet he has never seemed so meek, utterly powerless.

He is losing, if he has not lost already.

Nagini is all he has left.

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You anticipate it, but Hermione shoves you out of the way just in time as a mass of rubble comes crashing down from above.

You stumble, before coughing out a lung full of dust, squinting as it obstructs your vision. Hermione’s grip on your arm is the only thing tethering you to the present.

Harry bumps into you, just as disoriented. He has lost sight of Ron and worst of all, he can't see Voldermort.

Another large crash causes you all to flinch, it didn't take long at all for the Dark Lord to find you once again.

Harry throws another curse, powerful enough that he loses his balance, the Basilisk fang unluckily slips out of his pocket, bouncing off the stairs and to the flat ground in front of you.

You reach for it, but before you can retrieve the object, the tooth disintegrates right before your eyes.

“What–” You aren't given the chance to despair as Harry reminds you of an alternative.

“I’ll keep distracting him. Find Neville, he has the sword. Kill that snake.” He states, the sound of curses violently clashing masks his words, the Dark Lord remains oblivious to your plan, for now.

“Let's try the Great Hall.” Hermione suggests.

“If we can even get there.” You quip, actively trying to work out a way through the rubble.

You follow after Hermione, and soon, Harry disappears through the thick wall of smoke and dust, purposefully luring Voldermort towards the Astronomy Tower.

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“Here, this way.” Hermione says as she steps through an opening and further down a flight of stairs.

Just when you both think you are out of danger, a noise stops you dead in your tracks.

You spot the large snake coiling around the bannister before slithering across a pile of bricks towards you.

Its hiss sends a shiver down your spine as you reach for your wand.

Hermione on the other hand, acts on pure instinct. Grabbing a piece of stone, she aims it at the snake.

It successfully clips Nagini on the side of her head, but this only succeeds in agitating the beast.

“Oh.” Hermione utters as the snake recoils, ready to attack.

You both lift your wands in preparation but the snake is hit again, this time by a larger curse that disorients it.

“Go on, I'm right behind you.” Ron emerges,

pushing the both of you to continue on your search for the sword.

You only manage to get to the bottom of the stairs before Ron can be heard groaning in pain.

The snake had managed to trap him in its grasp, it was coiled around his body, an unsettling sight as it attempted to strangle the life out of him.

“Ron!” Hermione exclaims, chasing back up the stairs without a moment's thought.

“Stupefy!” She exclaimed, and the snake loosens its grip on Ron just enough for him to wretch free.

Hermione drags him to his feet and you can only watch in horror as the snake attempts to come at the both of them now.

“Incendio!” She tries again but the fire fizzles out as soon as it touches the beast, as if the snake was made of ice.

It is your turn to sprint up the stairs but the snake whips its head around, baring its fangs at you as warning. You halt abruptly, forced to keep a distance, grasping your wand tightly.

Hermione shares a pleading look.

It is useless. There are three of you against Nagini, and yet you were helpless without the sword.

This is not going to work. The snake won't die. Distracting it will only mean seriously harming or even killing one of you.

Your mind reels, you frantically scan your surroundings, looking for a solution.

Then, you are graced with a miracle. Neville appears behind you, barrelling up the stairs, panting, his face caked in dirt and dried blood. He has the sword of Gryffindor in hand.

Hermione let's out another scream that snatches your attention, the snake has attempted to come at them again, and again, Ron has now resulted in shielding your girlfriend with his own body.

You have to kill it now.

As you take another step, Nagini shifts her point of attack, now preparing to lunge towards you.

“Y/n– here!” With only seconds to spare, Neville tosses the steel in your direction. You quickly drop your wand before you manage to catch the sword by the hilt, still unaccustomed to its weight, you grasp it with two hands.

Just like handling a beater's bat, you swing it, firm and hard, slicing the beast across its body mid-air.

There is no blood, instead the snake explodes into a rain of thin black ash, it is unlike anything you have ever seen before. It is all you can look at as you let the point of the sword fall by your feet.

For a while all you can hear is the clang of metal hitting the ground and a faint ringing in your ears, muffled by the sound of your own heavy breathing.

Neville's touch on your shoulder snaps you out of a trance. “It's over, it's done.”

Enough sense returns to you as you shift your gaze towards Hermione. Her expression mirrors your own.

The four of you are miraculously alive, and the snake is dead.

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In the aftermath, it did not take much convincing for you to agree to join Hermione, Harry and Ron for a walk along the bridge.

Thankful for fresh air, the afternoon sun was also a welcomed feeling upon your skin, for the first time in days, it felt like you could breathe.

As Hermione struts ahead, you manage to grab ahold of her arm, forcibly tugging her closer to your own body.

She then lets out a noise in surprise once you capture her lips with your own, but she melts into the kiss just as quickly, your hand slips to the small of her back as she opens her mouth wider to welcome your tongue.

You continue like that without care for a while, until Ron deliberately interrupts your moment by verbalizing his thoughts.

“Bloody hell, give it a rest, you two.” He remarks, but his tone lacks its usual malice as he clears a path by kicking away pieces of rubble.

You grimace as you feel Hermione pull away from embarrassment.

“Fuck off, Weasley.” You retaliate, and for reasons unbeknownst to you, the sound of Ron's laughter makes you smile.

You part Hermione’s hair away from her neck, tilting your head slightly to leave a trail of open mouthed kisses along her neck.

She smells like sweat– but, in truth, it has never been an unpleasant scent to you. Nothing about Hermione was ever unpleasant.

Even now, sleep deprived and unwashed, she was perfect.

You notice the way Hermione trembles at the sensation of your warm mouth upon her flesh.

It only works to entice you further, but before you can kiss her again, Hermione displays some semblance of self control.

She braces her hands on your chest, shoving you lightly. “Not here.”

With a pout you meet her gaze and she only rolls her eyes at that, before rewarding you with a quick peck on the lips.

“We both could use a bath later.” Hermione mutters suggestively, running her fingers through your hair.

A smirk tugs on your lips at that, but before you can retort with something clever, Hermione's gaze shifts to Harry.

The Chosen One stood at the edge of the bridge, where there was once a bannister, now just a stump of concrete and marble.

Harry is observing the wand in his hand as Hermione addresses him. “How come it didn't work for him, The Elder Wand?”

“It answered to somebody else.” Harry replies, turning to look at the three of you.

“When he killed Snape, he thought the wand would become his. but the thing is, the wand never belonged to Snape.”

“It was Draco, who disarmed Dumbledore on the Astronomy Tower, from that moment on, the wand answered him.” Harry explains, looking down to inspect it once more.

“Until, the other night, when I disarmed Draco at Malfoy Manor.” He continues and your eyes widen at the realization.

“So that means–” You gape, and Hermione turns to you in disbelief.

Harry nods. “It's mine.” He states, nonchalant as ever.

“What should we do with it?” Ron inquires, and Hermione merely grimaces.

“We?” She scolds.

“Ron's right, I mean, that's the Elder Wand. Most powerful in the world, with that, you'd be invisible.” You remark in support, now Hermione directs her scowl towards you, and you shrug innocently.

Although your expression twists once your gaze flits to Harry once again, he grunts as he struggles to break the wood in half.

You advanced forward to intervene, but it was too late. The wand snaps in two, like a twig.

Harry turns around, chucking pieces of the most powerful wand in existence off the edge of the bridge.

You chase after it as far as your eyes can see before it disappears, forever.

“What the fuck–” Ron mutters under his breath in shared disbelief, yet Hermione only watches the both of you with amusement.

Then she grabs you by the collar, dragging you away from the ledge.

You are forced to follow as she falls in next to Harry, strolling back to the castle.

Resisting the urge to confront Harry about what he had just done, you drape an arm across Hermione's shoulder, she welcomes it, intertwining your hands as you walked.

“I'm starving.” Ron remarks, trailing behind you. An effort to shift to a different, much simpler topic of conversation.

“So am I.” Hermione replies.

“Yeah.. reckon The Three Broomsticks are still open?” You joke, and Harry is first to laugh, followed by your girlfriend and eventually, Ron.

You allow yourself a smile, it is one of relief. You relish in a careless joy you once thought you'd never get to experience again.

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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and if you do write for him maybe professor draco smut 🫣

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Pairing: professor Draco x student reader

Summary: you're gonna fail potions but your professor has an offer to help you pass…

Word count:1,043

Warning: fingering, oral [fem receiving], unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it this is fictional), dirty talk, sir kink, professor kink, light spanking [he does it once], praising kink, pet names [little girl] reader is of age!!! I think that's it let me know if I missed anything.

Universe: professor

A/n: THANK YOU FOR 900 FOLLOWERS AHHHH!!! WERE ALMOST TO MY GOAL!!!

You bite your nails, eyes pacing as you await the arrival of your professor. It's not that he's cruel, it's the fact that you'll be trapped in this room with him knowing you'd thought of him in ways a student shouldn't think of a teacher. The door was pulled open, startling you from your anxious thoughts.

"I do suppose you have the basic things you need right ms.[Last name]" he greeted taking a seat at his desk.

your eyes overlook the older professor missing his question. he looked the same as always, a glare with glasses resting on the bridge of his nose, blonde lashes above his sliver blue eyes, his all-black suit except for the dark green tie, and the rest was tucked away under his desk at the moment.

"I don't like repeating myself so answer my question or leave me to assume you don't have what you need" he states, you swallow meeting his piercing gaze.

"Yes sir, I brought the notes I need help with" you replied. He hums in acknowledgment before standing. He's moved to your side leaning over your shoulder to check over what's written on the paper. your breath comes to a stop as if you're afraid to breathe around him.

"breath [name]" he whispers, his hand coming to your shoulder in a firm grip. you try to do as he says but it falls on deaf ears.

He leans closer and says, "I think I have an idea for our lesson."

If someone would have told you you'd be bent over for your professor, you would have replied-

"Please, just touch me already sir." you whimpered. He had been teasing you for each answer you'd gotten wrong. his cold fingers would rotate on your clit or push in just enough to have you moaning out before pulling them away. He chuckled.

"I am touching you, you needy little girl" he responded from behind your open legs. your skirt was flipped up and he was sitting back watching your pussy drool for his attention. his large hands covered both your ass cheeks before you felt the flat of his tongue licking through your lips and catch on your clit as it peeked through them. he let the saliva run free on your pussy, mixing with your arousal as it came out of you. he latches on to your bud sucking at it like he was drinking from a straw. your legs struggle to stay open as he eats you out sloppily, making a mess of your wetness.

"you taste so fucking good" he groaned, nipping at your inner thigh. you could just picture the lower half of his face smeared with juices and spite running down his chin. He didn't say anything else before you felt the wet muscle buried in you.

"oh fuck sir" you let out, body resting on the table till a hard slap comes to your ass making you shoot up and grab the corners of the wooden desk. your eyes look around the empty potions class before they roll back feeling two fingers prying into your warmness. his tongue is back on your clit repeating the sucking motion. your cheeks burn while you bite your lip, grip tightening on the wood with your hips jerking as you near your release, but he pulls back making you cry bucking your hips against nothing.He's standing behind you, shadow dark against the floors.

"spread your legs wider for me" he ordered and you comply spreading them as wide as they can go.

"good girl" he says, planting a kiss on your back through your wrinkled button-up. a clunking sound is heard before his tip is pushing at your entrance.

"I need you to relax so I can fit inside little girl" he inhaled, you take a deep breath letting your body rest until he's completely rutting into you, stretching your walls to fit around his cock. you feel dizzy as your body is rocked against the desk. you're letting out small yelping sounds in between the thrust into you. The stretch burns deliciously and your tummy ties sweet knots that have your body spasming on top of the school work. He leans forward, putting his bigger hands over yours.

"you can take it" he whispered, his teeth grazing your ear breathing heavily against your neck.

"Professor," your mind runs circles from how intimate it all feels. Your toes are squeezed tight in your sneakers and you're sure you look cock drunk with a tint on your cheeks, sweat coated with your eyes rolled back.

"yeah that's right, fall apart for me little girl. Take it, take every inch." he rambled, slamming into you, making the room fill with a screeching noise along with your moans and slapping skin. Your warmth swallows his thick, veiny, cock as he pounds into your g-spot, his hips striking your ass while you mutter things you don't even understand but he responds when he does.

"it-its feels so good sir." you moan like you had a taste of your favorite frozen dessert.

"Yeah, you like it when I use you like this,'' he answered.

"yes, please don't stop" you whine and he chuckles. "not till your cum is all over my cock little girl." he keeps that promise, still fucking into your quivering walls as they clench around him desperate to keep him buried there. the knots in your belly are pulling loose slowly triggering you to rock back against him.

"Good girl, take what you need," he says, gripping your waist, probably bruising the skin with his calloused hands. your legs shake against the table as you repeat his name on a loop before your breath hitches, heat spreads over your skin, and your walls flutter as you soak his cock with blurred vision. He's still going as you fall limp on the desk.

"Almost there, you did so good, taking me so well" he praises; his muscles tense against you before he's flooding you with every last drop of his seed.

"fuckkk" he growls, fingernails digging in your skin till you hiss.

You didn't study much, but you know you're Passing the lesson for making professor Malfoy cum and you'll take that to your grave.

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heli-writes · 6 months

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Seven summers, part 3.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x female!reader

Summary: Every summer, Draco and y/n meet. First, by pure coincidence, then intentionally. Unbeknown to Draco, y/n's a muggle who has no clue he's a wizard. With the rise of the dark lord, how long can this go well?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Series Masterlist

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Dearest y/n,

School's incredibly boring. The only fun thing going on is that tournament. I do love seeing Harry Potter struggle. He totally deserves to have to fight that dragon. He's cheated his way into this tournament anyway. Not that I'd like to join. No prize money and fame in the world is worth fighting a real-life dragon for.

Blaise is seeing that girl he went to the Yule Ball with. It's disgusting, really. They're always standing in the hallway making googly eyes at one another. Also, before you say it, I'm not jealous because they get to see each other and we don't. Plus, they're nothing like us. They haven't even kissed. They're probably like your archnemesis, that Becky girl. If they don't see each other over the summer holiday, they probably lose interest and break up before the new school year starts, too. Meanwhile, we rarely see each other and we're together just fine.

Talking about it, would it be possible for you to send me a picture? It's not like I have the desperate wish to look at you every day but the others don't believe me about having a girlfriend. They think I invented you because I don't want to come in second to Blaise. It's really ridiculous but it would probably shut them up.

In all honesty, though, I can't wait until summer comes along. Not seeing you has been a lot harder since Christmas. Summer just can't come fast enough.

Love, Draco

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Fifth summer, July.

Y/n can't wait to see Draco again. It's the first week of the summer holidays and the weather is fantastic. A few weeks ago, Draco and she agreed that y/n would come to visit him at his family's home. Y/n was a bit reluctant to agree because she feared that her little muggle secret would be blown if she stayed with a wizard's family. Luckily for her, Draco canceled just before school was over with little explanation why she couldn't come over anymore. Instead, Draco proposed to spend a weekend in Salisbury, a town a bit away from his parent's house. He promised to take care of accommodation since he had to cancel last minute.

Y/n probably should have a bad feeling about this. She lied to her parents and said she is visiting her school friend Olivia whose parents have a vacation home in Wiltshire. Y/n's parents know Olivia and her parents well since the two girls often spend time studying together for big tests, so they don't question the whole thing. All in all, y/n has always been a girl who followed the rules and never gave her parents a reason to mistrust her. Y/n tells herself that it's fine. She trusts Draco and he wouldn't do anything to hurt her or get her into trouble. It seems as if he himself is afraid to get into trouble with his father and therefore is careful about what he does or doesn't do. Plus, if the whole thing turns out to be a disaster, she just takes a train home.

Y/n takes a deep breath while she stands on the platform and waits for the train. There's a heavy feeling in her stomach that she can't shake off the entire way to Salisbury. When she gets off the train, she looks around unsettled. What if he didn't come? What if he had to cancel again last minute? Worried thoughts race through her head and she can barely register what she sees around herself. Suddenly, a hand grips her arm softly. "... y/n? Are you deaf?", a familiar voice says. Y/n is ripped out of her spiral and looks up to where Draco stands. "I've been calling you all the way from over there.", he tells her. Y/n takes a shaky, relieved breath before answering: "Oh, I'm sorry, I really didn't notice you." Draco gives her a soft smile, the kind of smile she's been missing since Christmas. "It's alright. I'm just glad you came. For a moment, I thought you didn't step out of the train.", he says as he pulls her into his arms. Y/n hugs him back and relief overtakes her. "I also thought you maybe didn't come.", she confesses. Draco leans his cheek against her hair. "Why that? I promised you I'd come. Actually, I'm really glad to get away from everything for a while.", he tells her. Y/n breaks the hug apart. "Oh? Did something happen? Is that why you needed to cancel meeting at your place?", she asks him. Draco shifts his weight uncomfortably. "Yeah, haven't you read it in the paper? There was an accident at the tournament.", he replies. "Oh.", is all that y/n manages to say. Somehow, she doesn't like the way he said 'accident'. Y/n shakes it off and gives his arm a pat. "Hey, it's summer! And we have a whole weekend to do whatever we want. Let's not dwell on dark things!", she tries to cheer him up. Draco gives her another smile and nods.

"Right, let's go! I'd say we get you settled first and then we plan our weekend over a good lunch.", he says and takes y/n's luggage. "Yeah, so where are we staying?", y/n asks him. "A family friend has an inn in town. We booked a room.", he tells her. "We? As in your parents and you?", y/n asks surprised. Somehow she finds it hard to believe that Draco's parents would allow him to go on a weekend trip with a girl they barely know. "Yes, though I didn't specify which friend I'm taking. My parents have been so busy the past few weeks, they didn't bother to ask.", he points out with a mischievous grin. Y/n giggles. Seems like Draco is not afraid to get a little bit in trouble. "Are your parents ok with this?", he asks her, and y/n proceeds to tell him about Olivia. "I don't think my parents would approve of me staying alone with a boy at an inn.", she ponders. "Well, we have two separate beds. There was no way I could've found a believable reason why I need a double bed with a friend.", Draco points out. Y/n has to laugh. "Oh, but you thought about it?", she asks him cheekily. Draco's ears turn a bit red.

When they stand in front of the 'inn', y/n asks herself if Draco was joking earlier and if this trip was really a good idea. They're standing in front of a rundown, seemingly deserted, house. "If there are ghosts, I'm not stepping inside of this place.", y/n tells Draco. Draco only nudges her and says: "Have a little faith, it's a great place.". He knocks on the door and loudly says "Clabbert". With an abrupt swing, the door opens and a small, very gloomy-looking old man opens the door. He musters the two of them up and down, seemingly disapproving. Y/n shudders. The man has long, unkempt hair and clothes that look like from three centuries ago. If she met this guy on the train, she'd definitely switch compartments. "Malfoy?", he asks in a grumbling voice. "Yes, my mother sent you an owl a few days ago.", Draco tells him. "Hm. And her? She smells like a muggle.", the man asks and gives y/n a mean glance. Y/n wonders what a muggle smells like, when Draco swiftly answers: "My cousin. We're visiting an aunt in town, but she doesn't have enough space for us.". Y/n's surprised at how effortless Draco can lie. The man grunts and retreats inside, leaving the door open. Draco gives y/n a sign to follow him.

Y/n really expects the worst when she enters the house. Naked walls, rubble, and a freezing breeze. However, when she enters the house, she is met with warm candlelights and old-fashioned but cozy decorations and carpets. The man leads the two of them up an old staircase. Draco tries to lift both his and y/n's luggage, but y/n quickly takes her own suitcase. The man hands Draco a key and points towards a door at the end of the hall. "Last one on the left. Breakfast is at 8:00 am sharp.", he just tells them and stomps down the staircase again. "Charming.", y/n comments dryly. "That's just old Goover. Don't bother with him.", Draco chuckles. "Goover? That's his real name?", y/n asks while they walk towards their room. "Dunno. That's just what my parents call him.", Draco shrugs. At the door, Draco starts fumbling with the key and tries to open the door. "And he's your parents' friend?", y/n asks surprised. Draco's father looked so sophisticated. It's hard for y/n to believe that he's friends with a guy like Goover. Draco manages to open the door and pushes it open. "Yeah... uh they used to be in this club together. Here we are! What do you think?", he quickly tries to change the topic.

Y/n enters the room. The room has the same old-fashioned style as the rest of the house. There's a fire burning in the fireplace, filling the room with a comfortable warmth that immediately makes her drowsy. "I take the bed close to the wall!", she announces and throws herself onto the bed. "Sure.", Draco says and settles onto the other. Y/n starts unpacking some things from her suitcase while Draco watches her.

Y/n rolls over to face Draco and she props her head on her hand and says: "So, what now? Lunch?“. Draco nods. "Yes, I know a good place. C'mon!“, he says and stands up. Y/n pushes herself from the bed and grabs her purse. "Let's go.“, she smiles.

Somehow y/n expected to choose a fancy restaurant with steak or filet. His family does not look like they eat the same way they dress, namely expensive. However, Draco takes her to a fish and chips shop that looks like it's been opened somewhere in the 70s. The smell of fryer oil hits them in the face upon entering. An elderly old, white couple stands behind the counter. "G'day my lady.“, says the man and gives y/n an overexaggerated bow and a toothy grin. "Och, George. Be a little bit more serious around our customers.“, his wife says and nudges him. Y/n takes an instant liking to the couple. They remind her of her grandparents who live in the Yorkshire Dales and have a little cottage in the middle of nowhere. They used to have a farm with sheep there but since they retired they gave away most of the animals. "We'd like some fish and chips, please.“, Draco says as he walks up to the counter. "Then you're at the right place, lad. You want some mashed peas, too?“, the man asks. "No, thank you. Y/n?“, Draco says as he turns to y/n. "Yes, please! And some vinegar, too!“, y/n cheers. They pay for their order and sit down to wait for the food.

"So, tell me about the accident at school. What happened?“, y/n asks Draco as they wait. Draco looks down at his hands and solemnly says: "A student died in the tournament.“. Y/n wished she'd be surprised but everything she heard about the school screamed deathtrap to her. Basiliks, soul-sucking creatures, dragons. Nothing of that screams 'safe' to her. The only thing she's surprised about is that this didn't happen earlier. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was he a friend?“, she says compassionately. Draco shakes his head. "No, I barely knew him. Was in a different house and all.“, he tells her. Y/n crooks her head in thought. Considering the fact that he didn't know the guy, the whole thing left Draco pretty shaken, y/n thinks. She also notices how he doesn't really want to talk about it, so she quickly changes the topic. "How were your finals? I feel like I could've done better.“, she tells him. Draco gladly accepts the topic change and starts talking about his own exams. "The finals were terrible! I mean the results were fine but I just hate the exam days.“, he complains. Y/n nods in agreement, happy that they found a common topic. "Yes, they're just so stressful. It's like how am I supposed to write three exams in one day? My head is already smoking after the first one!“, she adds. "True. Which subject did you find the worst this year?“, Draco asks her. Y/n hesitates for a moment. She knows that they have completely different subjects at Draco's school. Witchy subjects. Does she lie now yet again or does she tell him the truth? She decides on the latter. "Algebra. It's my worst result. I was truly desperate when I saw the exam.“, she tells him truthfully. Draco frowns and gives her a confused look. "My school teaches muggle subjects.“, y/n tries to explain. "Why would they do that?“, he asks. Y/n has to think about that for a moment. "Well, muggle subjects are about real-world stuff, so it makes sense to learn about that too, you know?“, she tries to argue. "Real-world stuff? You consider the muggle world real but the wizarding world not?“, Draco asks her confused. Y/n shifts in her seat uncomfortably. Yes, it's exactly like that. She lives in the muggle world, her reality, and the wizarding world may be real but it is just some far-away fairytale world for her. However, that's not something she can tell Draco. Suddenly, she feels very hot and she can feel some sweat rolling down her neck. "I just mean the muggle world is as real as the wizarding world. So, we should learn something about both worlds since we can't just ignore the existence of the other.“, she explains. Draco ponders on this for a second and y/n is proud that she gave a clever answer. It's something she truly believes in. Muggles should learn about wizards and the other way around. Right now, muggles and wizards just live next to each other and y/n wonders what might happen when they start living together, in one society.

Before Draco has the chance to reply, the man behind the counter interrupts them and brings over their plates. "Bon appetit, my lovebirds!“, he says and winks at them while he puts their plates down. Somewhere in the back, y/n can hear the woman groan "Och, George! Leave them alone!“ which makes her chuckle. In the end, he's not wrong, she thinks. Y/n and Draco thank them and pull their plates towards them. "Enjoy!“ she tells Draco and he gives her a smile. For a few minutes, they eat in silence. Y/n hasn't had some real fatty, unhealthy fish and chips in a while and she truly enjoys it. With a mouthful of fish she groans: "Man, this is so good!“. Draco gives her a grin and swallows. "It is, isn't it? It's the best fish and chips in the whole of England!“, he tells her. Y/n nods in agreement. "You know, my parents used to take me to Cornwall every summer holiday. On the last day, we always had fish and chips in this crappy old shop at the coast. This reminds me a lot of it.“, she narrates. "Why are they not taking you anymore?“, Draco asks her. Y/n shrugs. "I don't know. They're both busy with work, I guess.“, she answers. Draco pushes some food around on his plate. "You have a good relationship with your parents?“, he continues to ask. Y/n thinks about this for a second. "I guess. I mean we don't argue a lot, unlike other kids in my class. It's mostly because I bring home good grades and don't act rebellious, I think. But it's not like we spent that much time with each other, just around the house for meals and stuff. And you and your parents?“, y/n replies. Draco continues to push his food around and takes some time before he answers. "It's similar but my parents are also very strict, especially my dad. Even when I'm not acting up, sometimes I just say something he doesn't approve of and he gets pissed off.“, he mumbles. Y/n already thought that's what their relationship was like.

She is ready to move on from the topic when Draco suddenly asks: "Do you sometimes feel like your parents do stuff you'd never do?“. "I mean, yes. My mom always wipes off the soles of her shoes after entering the house. I'd never do that. I just take them off. I only wear them outside anyways, why bother wiping them all the time?“, she says. Draco shakes his head and frowns. "No, not like that. I mean like... I don't know... bad things.“, he tries to specify. Y/n crooks her head. "Depends. You mean like tax evasion bad or murder bad?“, she asks. Draco shrugs. "Something in between?“, he offers.Y/n leans back in her chair and looks up to the ceiling. She is trying to remember if her parents or any family members ever did something that falls into that category. "Well... my uncle supports the alt-right movement, at least in spirit. He doesn't do much besides having a big mouth.“, she tells him. Draco looks a bit confused. "You know the type of people who'd like to oppress people of color and women? Like, he told me that abortions and illegal immigration should be punished with the death penalty at a family dinner.“, she explains. Draco nods relieved, then looks at his plate again. "Are your parents like that sometimes?“, y/n asks him softly. "Hm, yeah.“, Draco tells her almost embarassedly. Y/n reaches over the table and takes his hand. "Don't worry about it. Important is that you don't get involved with stuff like that.“, she says and squeezes his hand.

Suddenly, having lost all appetite, y/n proposes: "Hey, why don't we get out of here? Let's have a look around town and discuss what we want to do for the rest of the day“. Draco agrees and they both get up. They bid the nice couple goodbye. Y/n feels relieved when the fresh, warm summer air hits her face. "I'm probably going to smell like a deep fryer for the whole next week.“, she says while sniffing her clothes. Draco snickers and casually takes her hand. Y/n has to blush a bit and doesn't look at him. She also doesn't let go, though. Together, they stroll through the narrow streets of the medieval town. They decide that they take a walk along the Avons and check out the Market Walk. Y/n stops at a bridge and yells: "Draco, look!“. A family of ducks are merrily paddling along the shore. Draco walks up behind her and places a hand on her lower back. He stands so closely behind her that y/n can feel his chest slightly pressed against her side. Carefully, she leans back into him and Draco puts his arms around her, pulling her close. He leans his head against hers. "They're so cute.“, y/n whispers. Her heart suddenly beats up into her throat. "You're cute.“, Draco whispers back and strokes over her hair with his lips. Y/n twists in his arms so that she can look up to him with wide, almost expecting eyes. Draco softly presses a kiss to her forehead. When y/n doesn't pull back after it, his gaze flickers towards her lips. Y/n leans a bit closer to him and Draco lowers his lips so he can properly kiss her. Draco's lips are soft on hers. His hands find their way into her hair and he pulls her head closer, deepening the kiss. Y/n feels as if she is pudding in his arms. For a moment, she forgets that they are standing on a busy street. Draco pulls back and looks at her for a moment. "I've been waiting to do this since you stepped out of the train.“, he tells her and y/n has to giggle. "Well, you have a whole weekend to do this a couple of times more.“, she teases him. Draco raises an eyebrow and asks: "Is that an invitation?“. Y/n gives him a peck and answers: "Yes, it definitely is“.

They let go of each other and walk to the market hall hand in hand. Y/n feels like she could fly and all worries from this morning are long forgotten. The couple strolls through the market hall. Y/n stops at some shops and picks up some trinkets and books. Draco sneers at her affection for romance novels and y/n makes fun of him for being forced to read the great classics by his parents. Eventually, they have tea in a small tea room. They sit crammed in a little nook, holding hands under the table. The women serving in the café watch the two giggling and putting their heads together with soft smiles. It remembers them of a time long ago when they were first in love. On their way back, they stop at a Tesco and get some sandwiches. They have their dinner at the shore of the river and watch the sunset together. When y/n grows cold, Draco pulls her into his lap as an excuse to warm her up. However, all he does is steal some kisses. Something that y/n doesn't mind he does. When the streetlamps light up, Draco helps y/n up and they make their way back to the inn. They stop holding hands a block before the inn and create some distance between them. Obviously, Goover is not supposed to think that some cousins are romantically involved with each other.

Back at their room, y/n takes her toilet bag and disappears into the bathroom to have a long nice shower. She wants the smell of fish and chips out of her hair. Returning dressed in her pajamas, Draco also retreats to the bathroom. She uses the time to text her parents that she arrived safely and how she spent her day. She quickly puts the device away when she hears Draco opening the door again. A towel lays over his shoulders and water drips from his hair. Y/n thinks he looks marvelous. Draco plumps onto his bed and dries his hair. "So, what do you want to do before going to bed?“, he asks her. "I brought some card games if you wanna play.“, y/n proposes. She ends up teaching him Skip-Bo and UNO. Being a terrible loser, Draco demands compensation after she hits him with a 4+ for the fifth time. They end up making up on the floor between their beds. Firstly, their kisses are sweet and careful, still testing each other's boundaries. With time, their kisses grow more heated and longing. Draco pulls her into his lap again and his hands start roaming her body. He slides his hand under her shirt, stroking against the soft skin of her lower back. Y/n's hand messes up his hair. At some point, Draco's leg falls asleep. In an attempt to shift their position, his long legs hit the nightstand and the vase on it tips over with a loud 'clonk'. They let go for a moment, looking bewilderedly at the source of the sound. When the vase doesn't fall onto the floor, they are just about to continue when there is a loud knock on the door. "What are you children doing in there? You pay for what you break!“, Goover's agitated voice rings through the door. The two quickly dart apart, scared the man will open the door and see them in a compromising position. Draco clears his throat and quickly yells: "Sorry, I walked against the nightstand. Nothing's broken“. There is shuffling in front of his door, then silence. Draco and y/n look at each other with wide eyes, and then they both have to laugh. Y/n quickly brushes through her hair with her hands in hopes of looking more presentable. Draco shakes his head and chuckles. "Maybe that was our cue. Probably best to leave it at that for the night.“, he says. Y/n nods. She's a bit glad that they got interrupted. Kissing Draco like that felt good but she also had no idea where they were going with this and if she really wanted to go there, wherever that was.

After brushing their teeth, they settle into their retrospective beds and turn the lights off. After the conversation dies down, y/n lies wide awake in her bed. She turns over to Draco and listens to his breath. She stares into the darkness, hoping to make our Draco's shape. Eventually, Draco turns towards her and she notices that he's still awake. "You know“, Draco suddenly whispers into the dark, "I kinda really wish we had that double bed right now“. Y/n giggles at that. "I could come over“, she whispers back. "You could.“, Draco agrees. Y/n bites her lip in contemplation. "But no funny business?“, she carefully asks. "No funny business.“, Draco agrees again. Y/n slips out of her bed. The floor is cold beneath her naked feet and she hurries to get under Draco's blanket. He puts the blanket up and y/n cuddles herself into his chest. Draco pulls the blanket and his arms over her. Y/n can hear his beating heart. Draco puts his hand into her hair, softly messaging her scalp. The warmth and Draco's hand against her head start to make y/n dizzy with sleep. She nuzzles into his neck and slowly lets sleep take over.

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Twenty Three

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The Element of Surprise

Draco lands with a thud just outside the Weasley's home. He pulls himself off the ground and dusts down his black suit trousers. As he looks up to gather his surroundings, he notices the most delicious smell protruding the air and the sound of laughter coming from inside the topsy turvy building that the Weasley family calls home. Light is spilling out from the wonky windows, casting long golden paths over the ground, as he cautiously moves to peak inside the nearest window.

"So, we waited for Goyle to come around the corner," George Weasley, one of the red heads that Draco recognises, is telling a story that seems to have the table in stitches, "and as soon as he did, he spots the cupcakes - which we'd put Puking Pastilles in, don't forget - and being the greedy so and so he is, eats them all up," laughter sparks up again, "but the best bit hasn't even happened yet, because just as he gollops down the last one, Millicent Bulstrode - you remember her, Harry? Plump, nasty little thing in Slytherin? - shows up just as Goyle's greedy guts come spilling out all over the place… and all over her!"

Another roar of laughter from everyone, but Draco can only see so far down the table. The other end is obscured by the kitchen cabinets. He can see Potter, Ginny Weasley, George, Granger and, of course, Weaselbee. He fears if he moves anymore, they'll see him, and he still hasn't decided on his course of action. Naturally, Weaselbee won't take kindly to his presence, and there's the possibility that you'll want him driven out as well. Not to mention the other Weasleys, or Potter for that matter. No one in that room particularly liked him. But then, as he's pondering his options and not paying attention to how visible he is, he hears a loud HEY! from just inside.

"What the bloody hell is he doing here?" Ron shouts, getting up off his chair and pointing at the window, as Hermione gets up to see what on earth he was talking about, "get off my property you bloody idiot!"

"Oh my God," Hermione exclaims, and starts telling everyone to sit down and not panic, "I'll go and see to him- oh, no, Mrs Weasley please sit down- Mr Weasley there's no need for wands- RON! GET BACK HERE!"

Startled, Draco can barely move from witnessing all the commotion he's caused by just standing there, as Ron comes barging through the door and into the front yard, a face like thunder.

"Explain yourself," Ron points an angry finger, "you have no business here, Malfoy."

"Malfoy?" Harry's voice comes from behind Ron, who moves aside to see Hermione storming over with Harry in toe, "what on earth are you doing here?"

"Get back inside, both of you," Hermione instructs them, but it seems to fall on deaf ears.

"Come to curse me, Potter?" Draco smirks, shoving his hands in his pockets, "'fraid I'm not here for a duel in the loo. I'd like to speak to Granger, if you gentlemen don't mind."

"Hermione?" Ron scoffs, "what do you want with her? I'll hex you into next week-"

"BOTH OF YOU. INSIDE. RIGHT NOW," Hermione bellows, coming between the three of them, "and you, Malfoy, keep it zipped or I'll hex you into next week. Ron," she spins abruptly to face him and jab a finger into his chest, "you have soup to finish. Inside. Now."

The rest of the family were all pressed against the window, trying to get a glimpse of the drama unfolding outside. Reluctantly, Ron and Harry make their way back into the house, looking back and chuntering between themselves. Out of everyone he was expecting to run into, the one person he was most eager to see hadn't shown themselves..

"Come with me," Hermione said, grabbing Draco by the arm and taking them away from the prying eyes at the window to the edge of the wood near Ron's home, "I can't believe you've shown, what happened? Did you leave Astoria?"

"I can explain later," he dismisses her questions, "she's here, right? Or is she hiding inside because she hates me that much?"

"That's not it," said Hermione, "well, I'm not sure about the 'hate you' part... she's not come out to see you because, well... she's not here."

"At all?" Draco raises his eyebrows, and Hermione shakes her head, "you have to be kidding me, I just caused all that ruckus for you to say she's not even here? Where is she, then? Wait.. don't fucking tell me. Chambers asked her out again, didn't he? Slimy git."

"She's not with Edward," Hermione says loudly, and Draco's angry mumbling stops, "in fact, she's not with anyone. She didn't come tonight because she didn't feel like it... can't say she's in the best frame of mind right now."

Draco's guilt hits him once again. Picturing you, alone and miserable, because of everything that he's done. Everything that he said to you that night; it stall haunts him, so he's not surprised if it haunts you, too. You don't even want to see your friends - he's well and truly done a number.

"Where is she right now?" He then asks, in all seriousness, and Hermione sighs.

"She's at home," she tells him, "as far as I know, she's spending the last few days before graduation there. She... doesn't want to be at Hogwarts right now."

"Then we'll go to her," Draco said, getting his wand from his pocket, "location?"

"It's in a muggle village, Malfoy, you can't just apparate there," she explains frantically, "Merlin knows who will see you, and besides, I'm not entirely sure how she'll react-"

"Can you stop waffling on?" said Draco irritably, holding his arm out for her to take, "the quicker you give me a location the faster we'll get there."

Hermione hesitates slightly, but grips his arm anyway, and within a few moments, the world around them is swirling and contorting into a jumbled mix of colours and sounds, until eventually, they both land on a hard tarmac road in the middle of a quiet muggle village. Draco sways slightly from the second apparition of the day as Hermione steadies herself. He looks around at the road they appeared on - houses, all similar in structure, line the streets. Each had a little garden at the front, with trees and flower pots lining the paths that winded through the quaint village. It was quiet, almost silent, with street lamps that lit the way up the road.

"I should've told Ron we were leaving," Hermione then complains, more to herself, "he'll be thinking you've kidnapped me or something."

"Don't worry," Draco jokes, "Old Weaselbee knows I'd be sending you back in a heartbeat."

Hermione shoots him a look of displeasure, before pointing at the street before them.

"Y/N's house is just up ahead," she explains, "come on."

They walk, in silence, up the winding road, passing muggle cars, street signs and phone boxes. Eventually, Hermione stops in front of a house right at the end of the street. Plant pots decorate the front of the house with flowers of all colours. A car sits in the driveway, and a black cat scurries from underneath it and crosses the freshly mowed grass, to disappear behind a trimmed hedge. Draco watches as its tail slithers out of sight, before looking up at the front of the house. A light is on in the very top window.

"That's her room," Hermione points out, and turns to face the blond Slytherin, "if you say anything to upset her, I'll personally see to your demise, Malfoy." She gives him a stern look that reminds him of his mother, and then prepares to apparate back to the Burrow, "just knock. I think her parents are out tonight. I really should get back before Ron sends out a search party."

"Thanks, Granger," Draco said sincerely, "I owe you one."

"Just don't hurt her ever again," said Hermione, readying her wand, “I'll consider that repayment."

Soon enough, with a flick of her wand, she was gone into the night, and Draco was standing alone in front of your house, in a muggle street, in a muggle village. He hesitates to knock, but raps his knuckles on the painted wood and waits for a reply. Nothing happens for a long moment, so he goes to knock again, when he hears the door unlock from the otherside. After a few excruciating seconds, the door creaks open to reveal a sight Draco could never get tired of.

You, shock all over your face and a baggy hoodie over your frame, looking back at him like you've just seen a ghost, and yet, he's never seen a more beautiful being. He aches to pull you in, but knows, just from your expression, you wouldn't welcome him so easily.

"Why are you here?" is the first thing you say, your voice quiet and cautious.

Draco notices the way you observe him cautiously, as if you were ready for him to say something that would only cause you more heartache. He can't stand it - the way you don't fully show yourself to him, how you look at him like he's hurt you. He wants to take it away, to make it better, and so, he slowly inches closer to the doorway.

"I came here," he says softly, eyes never leaving you, "because I had to see you. Speak to you." He stops just before the doorway, inches away from you now.

"But you chose her," you croak, and his heart breaks all over again, "you chose them."

"And I'm a fucking idiot," he laughs sadly, "please, please, Y/N. Can we at least talk? That's all I'm asking. Afterwards, I'll leave and never come back if that's what you want."

After some slight hesitation, you let him inside and softly shut the door behind you both. Draco notices the warm feeling your home seems to have. Family portraits and photos of you in your Hogwarts uniform over the years cover the walls and surfaces. You tell him to wait in the living room as you brew a pot of tea, leaving him to wander around whilst he waits. He looks at the photos individually; some of just you, some of you and your parents, even some of you and Granger in your younger years. There are trinkets, a mug that says 'Best Daddy Ever' and some drawings you must have made as a child. Everything in the room reminds him that a family lives there, and that they love each other. Something he's never really seen before.

"Here," you announce as you enter the room, placing the tray on the coffee table, "we only have breakfast tea. Hope that's okay."

"That's perfect," he smiles across at you, and you return it slightly before pouring tea into two china cups. He takes a seat on the couch as you pass him a fresh cup, to which he thanks you. For a moment, you both sip tea and say nothing, until Draco breaks that silence.

"Your house is very nice," he compliments, looking across at you, noticing how you're reluctant to look him in the eye, "I wish my home was as welcoming as this."

"This house is nothing compared to yours," you scoff lightly, and he smiles.

"Yeah," he breathes, "exactly."

"How did you know where I was?" you ask him, still refusing to meet his gaze.

"I know some people," he says lightheartedly, but then turns serious, "very good people."

You don't answer that. Your best hunch is Hermione, but how he knew where to find her was beyond you. After all, she'd never disclosed what she was up to in the dungeons that night. A thick silence falls over you again, but the question you really wanted to ask him was hanging by a thread at your lips.

"So," you suddenly say, voice a lot bolder than before, "are you here because you're an engaged, sorry idiot who wants to clear his conscience?"

He places his cup down, and turns to face you. When you don't respond, he gently places a hand on your face and brings your eyes to his. There's a look of pure emotion and genuinity in them, as he rubs his thumb across your cheek, and then along your bottom lip.

"Engaged, no," he whispers to you, "but sorry idiot? That I am."

It takes you a second to process his words, but then the frown on your face evens out and a look of relief washes over you, eyes brightening to shine a little like they used to, and Draco's heart swells to double its size.

"You didn't do it," you mutter, and he shakes his head.

"No, angel, I didn't," his hand moves slightly to rest against your neck, the coldness of his rings causing goosebumps on your skin, "I had a little help... to realise what a fool I was being."

"But what about your parents? Astoria? Aren't you in heaps of trouble now?" you said, concern replacing your relaxed features, "aren't they going to make your life hell?"

"No more than usual," he smirks playfully, eyes flickering over your face like they used to, as if he's memorising every inch of it, "but I don't give a shit about that right now. Right now," he pauses, before taking both of your hands in his, "I just need you to hear something."

You allow him to take his time, as his thumbs run over your knuckles a few times, before he brings them to his lips and kisses each of them delicately.

"Y/N," he mutters against your hand, pressing one last kiss for good measure, "my precious, beautiful girl," he looks up and your eyes lock, "I was so unreasonably cruel to you that night in the woods. I guess I just didn't know how it would feel... to lose something so important to me."

He takes a break, and looks down at your intertwined hands. You remain silent.

"I let you down, and I understand if you never want to see me again after this," he takes a deep breath before looking up again, "but, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me for being so unbelievably late, then I promise to give you the world. Everything I have. All that I am," tears begin to well at the corners of his eyes, "because I'm so in love with you, Y/N. Mind, body and soul, I love you."

A tear trickles down your cheek, and he wipes it away with his thumb. You look at him for a long moment; the man you've come to love, the man who has completed the other half of your soul. A few months back, if someone had said to you that one day, Draco Malfoy would be confessing his feelings for you on your couch, in your muggle home, you'd think they were insane.

But right now, as he looks at you as if the world resides in your eyes, it feels like the most sane thing to happen in weeks. You take your hands from his and cup his jaw, feeling the way he leans into your touch with such contentment. He kisses your palm, gently holding your wrist.

"I love you," you whisper, and those steely grey eyes find yours once more, "I love and have loved you, Draco Malfoy. For longer than you might think."

He smiles a watery smile, and his eyes drop to your lips. Hunger swims in them, and you'd be lying if you said you hadn't waited for this moment with utter anticipation. "Kiss me," is all you can manage to mutter, and he wastes no time in obliging to that. His lips capture yours in a hot, hungry kiss, his hands taking your face as yours fist at his shirt. You feel his fingers lace in your hair, pulling a satisfied sound from your lips. He swallows it eagerly, tilting his head to deepen the kiss and run his tongue along your bottom lip. Of course, you allow him access, and he pulls you impossibly close to his body, thumbs rubbing small circles just under your ears. It's blissful and full of passion, his lips breaking from yours to kiss across your jaw and down under your ear, to rest at the pulse point in your neck.

"Fuck I love you,” he purrs against the sweet spot, leaving wet kisses as your hands snake up to tangle in his hair, “my angel, my darling girl.”

“Stay with me,” you find yourself pleading softly, as his gaze returns to your hazy expression, “sleep beside me, Draco. Please.”

Hastily, his lips find yours once more in a rushed, messy kiss. You can taste the wine on his lips, and feel his emotion simply through the way he handles you - as if you were a prized possession he simply cannot break.

“There’s nothing I want more,” he said breathlessly, so you take him by the hand, and lead him through the house to the comfort of your bedroom.

Hours seem to pass. His hands wander - and you let them. Just the two of you, enjoying one another in complete harmony, in solace and peace. You’re sure, at this point, there’s not an inch of you he hasn’t kissed, and there’s not an inch of his skin you haven’t touched. It was innocent and vulnerable; just two people, hopelessly in love, savouring each another.

"You’re so beautiful," he breathes against your bare shoulder, pressing tender kisses to the skin as you lay there, tucked safely under the duvet, back pressed to his chest, “thank you,” he mumbles, “for trusting me with you.”

You hum, turning over to face him. He looks so at peace; features soft and sleepy. Draco truly was the most handsome man you’d ever laid eyes on. Gently, you smooth back his hair and press a light kiss to the corner of his mouth.

"Thank you," you whisper to him, "for coming back.”

You feel his hand at the small of your back, pulling your body into his. His fingers brush hair behind your ear, and then trace down your jaw to your chin, where he gently brings you in for a soft, tender kiss. His lips linger against yours for a long moment.

"I would have lived every day in regret if I hadn't," he confesses quietly, your limbs intertwined and skin pressed against skin, "I should be thanking you, for giving me the courage."

"Me?" you furrow your eyebrows, "but you did this, Draco. You came here, despite all the odds."

"Do you remember that night we sat in the attic? That room with the big window," he recalls, and you nod, smiling to yourself at the memory, "well, I passed that staircase and, I don't know, it just... flooded back to me. All those memories, the way you make me feel... I just knew, in that moment, I couldn't do it. I couldn't be without you."

"Oh, Draco," you sigh lovingly, nuzzling your nose against his, "you are truly a treasure, my love."

My love. He wants to hear that every day for the rest of his life. Draco closes his eyes, relishing in the love and comfort you provide him, feeling the delicate little kisses you place on his cheek. He's unworthy of such affection, unworthy of feeling your skin on his, gliding his fingertips over the crevices of your body. He's obsessed. Entranced. His entire being and every sense is overtaken by your scent, your touch. And he is at peace, despite what the morning may bring, at this very moment, he is at peace.

"What happens now?" you then ask cautiously, and he opens his eyes into yours, "about your parents... what will they do?"

"Despite what they may think, I'm a legal adult," he smirks, and some sort of relief flickers in your eyes at his lightheartedness, "but, they might have a few things to say. They'll get over it, they have to. You're mine now, after all."

A triumphant grin spreads across his handsome face, a light pink blush spreading over your cheeks at the sentiment. Once more, he presses his lips to yours; not once, twice, but three times, taking his sweet time in parting on the last one.

"Whatever happens," you whisper against his mouth, "I'm here for you. Always."

"In that case, anything is possible, angel," he said sweetly as you cuddle into his chest, the sudden urge to sleep overbearing, "but, for now, let's just rest, hm? Think we deserve it."

A little hum of agreement passes your lips, eyes growing heavy as sleep greets your peacefully. Draco, who had forgotten how exhausted he truly was, feels his eyes droop willingly, as his breathing evens out, and a well needed sleep finally takes over.

Whatever the dawn may bring, you will face it.

Together.

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xx-thedarklord-xx · 6 months

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I must must MUST know what Harry's favorite thing about Draco's is

His smile.

Most people never see it. Most people assume the harsh lines of his face combined with a biting attitude to match is all that is there.

Yes, Harry's favorite thing about Draco is his smile.

The way his lips twitch every morning when they are woken up by Penny—their deaf owl that doesn't realize the sheer volume she possesses with each hoot. The way a small smile curves his lips when he sees that tea has been made for him at breakfast despite the fact that Harry has been doing that for years. The way a shy smile comes out whenever Harry holds his hand, the gentle curve just begging to be kissed. The way he grins every time Harry leaves for work and forgets his broom. Every. Single. Day.

But his favorite smile, oh no, his favorite smile is the small gentle one pressed into Harry's neck at night when he is told how much he is loved, how much he is cared for and how Harry thanks every single day that Draco became his husband.

#Drarry #Draco Malfoy #Harry Potter #I AM SOFT #I took a nap and woke up groggy and hating life #with a pounding headache #and then I got this ask #which made me smile #Thank you for the ask!#I love asks like this #gives me an excuse to write something real quick #I miss getting asks like this #brings me back to the good old days on here #nostalgia #gotta love it

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coffeedrgn87 · 2 years

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Signs Of Love, Part 3 (feat. Deaf Draco)

### Love, love somebody else 'Cause I'm giving up on myself Love, love somebody else 'Cause I'm giving up on myself ###

"You need to go, Harry. Go, love somebody else. Go, be happy. Just-- go."

Draco remembers those words, remembers them as clearly as the day he said them, struggling to sound them out for Harry to hear, remembers how they shattered his heart, and how he wanted to take them back there and then. Turn back time, unsay those horrible parting words. But he couldn't...turn back time, and he didn't take those words back.

Two years have gone by since then. Two absolutely miserable years since he, in a self-destructive fury, broke it off with Harry, and removed the one good thing from his life.

It's all coming back to Draco now. His chest feels tight, breathing is a chore, and his heart thumps wildly in its home, wilfully objecting to the distinct lack of oxygen brought about by not breathing.

Harry looks like a drowned rat. His hair sticks to his face, his glasses are wet and his clothes soaked through. Behind him lightning flashes and Draco flinches. He can't hear the rolling thunder, but he can feel it in his bones and he doesn't like it. The wind is furious and for a moment, Draco can't help but wonder whether it's howling around the corner at the end of the cul-de-sac he lives on. It's only a fleeting thought, though, then his attention is back on the fact that Harry is here, in front of him.

Arms suddenly heavy with the weight of the memory of his breakup, Draco struggles to lift his hands to sign. His fingers move sluggishly and he whispers the words as he signs them. It's not quite a perfect match, but the question, whether spoken or signed, remains the same.

"What are you doing here?"

Harry's lopsided smile makes Draco's heart lurch in his chest. It hurts so bad that he gasps, needs to give the pain a way to escape before it does him in. He wants to slam the door, regrets opening it in the first place, but for some inexplicable reason he remains right where he is, standing rooted to the spot, watching as the rain drenches Harry further, if that's even possible. Draco doesn't think so. Surely, there comes a point when you're so soaked that it's impossible to get any wetter.

After a beat, Harry parts his lips. Draco's gaze is glued to them, and he watches, waits for them to start moving, ready to read whatever Harry has to say. But Harry's lips don't move. Instead, he licks his lips, then drags his bottom lip into his mouth and chews on it. He's nervous, unsure. Draco's fingers itch. He wants to reach out and tell Harry to stop that, to just come out and say it already. Waiting does his head in.

But before Draco can say anything, Harry lifts his hands and starts to sign. Draco stares, dumbfounded, unable to make sense of the flurry of words Harry forms with his hands. The last time they spoke, Harry struggled to sign the words 'I love you', now he signs with such fluency that Draco feels dizzy. He shakes his head, holds up his hand, and then shakes his head again.

"Slow down," he mumbles, speaking rather than signing. "Back up."

Harry laughs.

Draco's heart breaks, again, still, in a different way. He remembers the way Harry used to laugh against his neck so that he could feel the vibrations. His eyes burn and blinking, Draco draws a shaky breath deep into his lungs and holds it there. A shiver surges through him. Harry can sign. Harry learnt how to sign. Harry speaks his language. They finally speak the same language. A tear falls and Draco lifts his hand to wipe it away.

He doesn't know what to say, but apparently it's not his turn anyway. Dazed, Draco watches as Harry speaks with his hands.

"My love, my sweet, sweet darling. I've missed you. I miss you. So so much. Every day I spend without you is a day wasted. Two years ago, I let you go, I gave you space, just like you asked. But you were wrong to tell me to go love somebody else. It's you I loved then and it's you I love now. I am happiest when I am with you. To me, not hearing my words doesn't make you any less perfect, it simply makes you unique. Whether you speak with your eyes, sound words out for me to hear, or use your hands, I don't care. I love the flurry with which you speak when you're excited, the sluggish way your fingers shift from word to word when you're tired, not quite sure whether you're awake or not. I love all of you, always. I came here today to get you back, I want you back, I need you back."

Harry's hands drop, hanging limply at his sides. The rain continues to drip from his soaked black hair, rolls down his cheeks and the splatter of wet makes it hard to see, or so Draco thinks. He doesn't think beyond that, though. Instead, he simply takes a step forward, straight under the deluge of water falling from the skies above. It takes less than three seconds before Draco is thoroughly soaked with his clothes uncomfortably sticking to his skin.

Harry's words echo in his mind and Draco reaches out to cup Harry's cheeks.

"You idiot," he says.

Harry arches a brow at him.

"I think the same could be said about you," Harry replies.

Draco has no problem reading those words from his lips and rolls his eyes.

"I--" he starts, but trails off again, unsure what to say, how to say it.

Harry takes his hands, holds them in his own, squeezes, then lets go.

"I want you back," he says. "I want to be with you, forever. I love you. And I know you love me too."

Draco huffs out a breath. He pulls his hands away.

"Why?" he asks the question with his hands, a sluggish sign accompanied by a questioning gaze.

Harry's laugh, though silent to him, feels like something tangible, something Draco remembers he once had and that he wants again, never wanted to give up in the first place.

"Because," Harry says, using his hands this time, "Because you are you, and I am me. We are Harry and Draco."

Draco can't help but laugh at Harry's spelling mistake, the way he, in his hurry to spell his own name, forgets to cross his middle finger over the back of his index finger to sign the letter R. Instead, he signs his name with a double U.

Harry's frown is adorable but Draco doesn't know how to explain his mistake to him. He waves his hand dismissively.

"Later," he says.

Harry arches his brow, a silent question he doesn't need to sign, spell or ask. Draco knows what he wants to know.

"Yes," he signs. "Yes, yes, yes."

Harry pulls him into his arms and kisses him. Draco doesn't think twice. He flings his arms around Harry's shoulders and kisses him back, melding against Harry's strong body, letting Harry, quite literally, sweep him off his feet.

The kiss lasts an age and the only reason they part is because they both run out of air. Draco, eyes still closed and feeling both dizzy and giddy, rests his forehead against Harry's. At that precise moment, the downpour intensifies and Draco pulls back slightly, just enough to look at Harry.

"Let's go inside and dry off?"

Harry nods.

"Good idea."

Draco looks over his shoulder, finds that the front door closed behind him when he stepped outside and into the rain and turning back to look at Harry, he stares at him with wide eyes.

"The door," he signs. "I don't-- The keys are inside, and-- and my wand."

Harry uses sign language to call him an idiot, then draws his wand and hands it to him, hilt first. Draco stares at it as though it's a snake with three heads, and when he finally reaches for it, his hand shakes. The moment his fingers wrap around the hilt, a slither of magic, raw, intense, and powerful, surges through him and Draco's knees turn to jelly. Helpless, he stumbles forward and falls against Harry who catches him in a secure embrace. Closing his eyes, Draco presses his face against Harry's neck and inhales deeply. Beneath the petrichor, is a creamy and rich woody earthiness. It's the scent of Harry. Draco buries himself in it and eventually, Harry covers his hand and together they unlock the front door to Draco's home, blasting through the wards with the kind of familiarity that knots Draco's heart back together.

Yes, Harry is here to stay. Draco won't let him know, no matter how miserable he feels.

If you enjoyed this wee drabble of mine, I'd love to hear from you.

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alindakb · 2 years

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Soundless Love - Chapter 8.1

“Are you doing okay, Harry?” James asks. He holds out a glass of lemonade for Harry.

Harry takes the glass and stares at the liquid inside it. James sits down on the small garden bench beside Harry. Harry’s mind races. He isn’t sure how he should answer his father’s question. Harry loves being home and spending time with his family. But he can’t get Draco out of his mind and his heart keeps aching. It’s as if Harry can’t enjoy anything anymore now that Draco has rejected him.

“Your silence says it all,” James says. He ruffles Harry’s hair and then leans back. His long legs stretch out in front of the bench. Harry looks at them. It would be nice to be tall. Harry is still small. Neville grows like weed, just like Ron. They are both taller than Harry by now. Draco is also taller. He rejected Harry’s kiss, but the reaching up just a little to place it was kind of great. Maybe being small isn’t all that bad.

“Where’s that head of yours?” James asks.

“Just thinking about how everyone I know is taller than me,” Harry says.

James laughs. “Sorry, nothing I can do about that,” he says. “You can lodge your complaint with your mother, as it looks like you got her genes on that account.”

“That’s fine. I already look too much like you anyway,” Harry jokes.

He takes a sip of his lemonade. It’s a nice day today. The sun is out and spring is in full swing. Neville and Lily are planting out some seedlings on the other side of the garden. Iris is inside with her head in one of her favourite books. Draco loves books too. He could read all day if it was up to him. He’s probably reading right now, on a ledge somewhere in the castle. Does he ever think about Harry, or about how he was in this house last break, celebrating Christmas with them all? Harry can’t stop thinking about it. Every room has a memory with Draco in it now.

“How did you get mum to fall in love with you?” Harry asks James.

James laughs again. “With a lot of patience and persistence,” he says. “Your mum was a tough one. With all her principles and Muggle ways.”

“But you didn’t give up when she first rejected you?” Harry asks.

James lightly shakes his head and smiles. “No, I didn’t,” he says. “She was the woman I wanted to marry. The fact that she didn’t know that yet, didn’t stop me. I wanted her, more than I ever wanted anything in my entire life.”

Harry nods his head. He understands that. He feels it too, he thinks. He can’t imagine himself with anyone other than Draco. “How did you know she was the one? That you shouldn’t give up?” Harry asks.

“This is about Draco, is it?” James asks.

Harry swallows. “I don’t know what to do,” he says as he looks away to see if Neville and Lily are still on the other side of the garden. “I want him, dad. He’s amazing. But he won’t talk to me. He doesn’t even look at me. So how do I know that he’s the one and that I shouldn’t give up on him?”

James places his arm around Harry’s shoulders and stays silent for a while. Harry turns to look at him and watches as James purses his lips. “I wish I could tell you, kiddo,” James says. “But I don’t know. Even though your mother first rejected me, I knew she liked me too. If she hadn’t, nothing I would have done would have made her change her mind.”

Harry looks at his hands that still hold his lemonade glass. The drink hardly touched. “I don’t think he wants to date me,” he says. Tears build up in the corner of Harry’s eyes. He tries to blink them away. He’s shed enough tears over Draco.

“But he likes you,” James says.

Harry doesn’t know what gives James that idea. The horror on Draco’s face was clear. The message to leave him alone left no doubt in Harry’s mind. “No, he doesn’t. Not anymore anyway,” Harry says. He takes another sip of his lemonade. He shouldn’t have brought it up. It will just give him hope that isn’t there. Draco was clear. He wants Harry to stay away from him.

James turns sideways so he can look at Harry. Harry takes a deep breath and looks at his dad. He isn’t sure he wants to hear what his father is going to say now. He’s got his serious face on, and that is never a good sign.

“I can’t tell you what to do,” James starts. His eyebrows draw together and he leans a little closer to Harry. “But if it’s true, and Draco doesn’t want anything to do with you now that he knows you’re gay, you need to leave it be. Even though you have a massive crush on him.”

Harry closes his eyes and shakes his head. He doesn’t have a crush, he’s in love. It’s different. More painful than he ever thought it could be.

“Don’t disagree,” James says. “You’ve got a massive crush. You might even love him if you’re anything like me.”

Harry can’t help but grin at that. They both know that Harry is more like James than either of them will ever admit.

“But what I wanted to say is that you can’t make him want you,” James continues. “You’ll have to respect his wishes, no matter how much it hurts to let him go.”

A tear escapes Harry’s eye. He wipes it away quickly, in the hope his father won’t notice. His voice sounds rough when he speaks. “I don’t want to let him go, dad.”

“You do love him,” James says. It’s not a question, but Harry nods in agreement anyway.

James pulls him into a sideways hug. “You fool, he’s a Malfoy. How could you ever fall for a Malfoy?” he teases.

Harry shakes his head. “He’s Draco, not Malfoy,” he says. “And he’s nothing like his dad. He’s smart and funny. And he always knows how to get me to do my homework. And he’s beautiful. When he smiles it’s as if the room lights up. He gets these dimples in his cheeks and I just want to kiss him every time they appear. And I can’t. He will never smile at me again.” Harry sobs and tries to turn away from James.

James won’t let him and pulls him against his chest. “Oh Harry,” he says. “I’m sorry. It’s clear you’re head over heels and heartbroken.”

“He hates me,” Harry says.

“Are you sure he hates you?” James asks. “Because, if you’re not, then don’t give up yet. But don’t push him. Let him come to you. Just let him know that you are still his friend, even if he never wants to talk to you again.”

Harry nods into James' chest and then slumps into the embrace. They are silent and listen to the noises that Neville and Lily make. They laugh and Harry looks up. Their faces and arms are covered in dirt and they seem to have fun. Harry wants to have fun again. If he only knew how. Why can’t he be more like Neville? He seems to take the fact that Ginny might never want him much better than Harry takes his rejection. “Do you know that Neville fancies Ginny?” Harry asks James.

“Of course, he does,” James says. “But does Ginny fancy him? I know she worshipped him for years, but I feel she stopped doing that some time ago.”

“They say she kissed Luna Lovegood,” Harry says.

James snorts. “Oh my,” he says. “So you’re in love with a boy who wants to date girls, and Neville is falling for a girl who wants to date girls. What did I do wrong? Where did I fail as your parent?”

Harry chuckles and grins. “You did nothing wrong,” he says. “Or maybe you didn’t give us enough candy. Made us go to bed too early. Maybe you should get tickets for the Quidditch World Cup this summer, to make up for all those mistakes.”

James gives Harry a knowing look. “The Quidditch World Cup? Why would you want to go there?” he jokes.

They both burst out in laughter and Harry almost drops his glass. “I don’t know,” he blurts out. “Because it’s the biggest Quidditch tournament ever. And because it’s our favourite sport.”

“What are you on about?” Lily asks when she steps up to them. Her dress is dirty from the work in the garden and she takes Harry’s empty lemonade glass from him.

“The Quidditch World Cup,” James and Harry say in unison.

“Oh, that,” Lily says. She rolls her eyes. “And you two are willing to destroy our savings and give up on holidays overseas for the coming five years or so?”

Harry and James both nod with grins on their faces.

“You two are crazy,” Lily says and then she walks towards the house. “I’ll start dinner and try to forget that you two are useless.”

“Did she just call us useless?” James asks. “And I married that? Tell me why, Harry. Tell me why?”

“Because you love her,” Harry says. It’s unfair. James and Lily got to be together and in love. Sirius has Remus. And Ron and Hermione are getting closer by the day. Why can’t Harry have that? Why doesn’t the person that he loves, love him back? He should stop his thoughts from drifting to Draco all the time. Maybe then he will be able to enjoy his family a little before he has to go back to school. “I’m getting my broom and going for a short fly before dinner,” he says. He stands and turns towards the shed, leaving his father alone on the bench, hoping he won’t worry too much about Harry’s broken heart.

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rockingrobin69 · 10 months

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Parched

It was hot, summer, and sticky, and terrible. His eyes would not unglue from the dreadful image ahead: a bead of water sliding down his chest, glimmering-gold on his skin, and oh, fuck, Draco was doomed.

Draco, in his fucking linen trousers (who in hell convinced him to wear this), in his fucking face, flushed so helplessly and so telling. Why did he come? He could be home with his ancient fan right now. He could be sitting on the floor with a drink in his hand and pining himself stupid over Potter’s text. Why even text him, if he’s so intent on speaking to Ginevra? Over there by the pool, with his fucking hands. In his hair (wet, why did he have to be so wet) and clapping his thigh (thick, why did it have to be so thick) and—touching Ginevra’s face—

Oh, Draco forgot, he couldn’t do this. Had places to be, had—things to, do. None of them included sitting in the shade, trying to control his face and swallow the scream. None of them included a first-row seat to the Lovebirds getting back together. No, in fact, a nice hot dip in the actual magma of the actual sun would be more pleasant than this, excuse him, Granger, excuse, fucking Weasley, trying to lure in him a chat about—chess? He really couldn’t pay the slightest attention. Escaping, er, going to the, er, loos, so get off him, Luna, he’s just—

“Draco?”

No, no. No. Draco wasn’t ready for this. In his trousers and his face and his heart beating a racket in his ears. Please, he just needed a moment to cool down. To stuff all this unbearable heat somewhere private, somewhere distant, where it’d only scorch a little and not flay him open.

“Where are you going? You’re not leaving yet, are you?”

He turned to Potter with what started as fury, then melted, turned stupid, more grunting than actual words. Potter, still so fucking wet from when Neville pushed him in, dripping right in front of him. All big smile and that dimple which sent Draco to many a miserable fit, and those hands, those hands. Sent out, to stop him, maybe.

“I, er. I have to… there’s something…”

The Gryffindorks were all staring. In the corner, Pansy was sunbathing and couldn’t care less. Blaise was grinning. The pool area smelled of chlorine and beer, and Potter, who was somehow getting closer. Oh, he was moving. Towards him. Draco would back away, but the sun lounger was already nudging his leg, and. Helpless. With Potter’s… everything.

“You can’t go. You only just got here!”

Draco blinked. Begged himself for a shred of coherency. Found none. “You… ahem. You seem to be quite busy anyway. So, ah, it shouldn’t matter if—”

“Matters,” Potter said, directly onto Draco’s face. He was warm and wet and mesmerising. Draco couldn’t think. “It matters. Stay, just a little longer?” one Hand rose, a finger gently tapping the edge of his nose.

“Hmm?” was Draco’s best effort.

“You have a little bit of sunscreen,” with a breathy laugh. “Here, let me just…”

Let him? What would Draco not let him do? The concept was absurd. “Potter,” he tried, with the very last of his might.

His hand was warm, and big, and perfect. Without quite noticing he was doing it, Draco let his mouth fall open, deaf for the raucous beating in his chest.

Potter’s thumb came up to rest, gently, on his bottom lip. “Stay,” he whispered. His face was so close. Draco only had to lean an inch and they’d be—closer.

Splashing from a few yards away, yelling and laughter; the world ceased to exist. Draco could vaguely tell they were in the shade. Was only somewhat aware of other people who might be watching this. A funny sensation was already tingling on his skin, like sunburn, but worse.

“Okay,” he heard himself say. More vibration than word, making Potter’s thumb twitch. That blasted hand took his chin, brought it the tiniest bit down. What wouldn’t Draco let him do? He’d let him anything.

“Okay,” Potter said back. There was a tilt of a smile to the word, to his lips. Pink and very, very close. Coming closer still. Slowly, so slowly, and Draco’s head was burning with it, smoking, was fit to combust—

“Come inside? I need to dry off. You could help towel me down.”

“Down,” Draco said, wisely. “Towel—yes.”

Potter was bright everywhere, but his smile, oh god. Made Draco’s mouth water and his eyes sting. And his mind melt. “Good,” Potter said, and leaned in to kiss the tip of his nose. “That’s good.”

It was roasting hot, summer, sticky and sweaty. And good, yes, also very, very good.

#drarry fic #longing in the summer #meant to be 'summer kiss' from a prompt but we never actually. got there #nose kisses count?#800 words #jealous Draco #rockingrobin69 #i think i forgot how to write?

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hello :) im not sure if this is odd but do you know any hpdm fics where either of them are deaf or mute so they have to use sign language? Or in short, hpdm fics where they use sign language!

Sure anon, here are some recs with sign language for you. I’ve also found this fic but I haven’t read it. Enjoy :)

To See, to Speak by Lomonaaeren (M, 2k)

All Draco wants is things back to the way they used to be, when Harry could hear his name being called, or his friends knocking on the door, or the spells he cast.

the world is quiet here by noturssis (G, 2.4k)

Their world may be quiet but it doesn’t make it any less vibrant is what Draco is coming to realize.

I'm Not in Your Dreams by ununquadius (T, 9k)

Draco has dreamt with Harry's voice since he was fourteen, so there's no doubt for him about who his soulmate is. Now, in their Eighth Year, Harry has finally dreamt with his soulmate's voice too. The problem is that Draco was born mute.

the way you make me glow by softlystarstruck (M, 11k)

In a cottage next to the sea, love blossoms. Or perhaps it’s been there all along.

The Piano by shushu_yaoi_lj (E, 37k)

He arrives on a boat during a particularly stormy day. Harry knew Astoria Greengrass had sent for a husband, someone to keep her company on the particularly dreary and dark winter days on this remote island. Harry didn’t know who it was she had arranged to be sent here. All he knew was that the weather was horrid today, and the Portkeys had never properly worked in this remote corner of the North Sea. The island was special, its magic working in odd and surprising ways. The last person Harry expects to find on the beach is Draco Malfoy.

#asks #anon #Drarry reclist #sign language

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“the love within the hate.”

summary: he hated you the moment he laid eyes on you. you just didn’t understand. and in truth, neither did he.

parings: Draco Malfoy x !Hufflepuff reader.

word count: _

warnings/notes: no warnings 🖤 finished up an essay and I had nothing better to do so .. enjoy.

"Love can be found within the hate. like a single flower blooming in a field of thorns."

…

"I just don't understand," you said quietly and gloomily to Luna Lovegood, who was braiding your hair. It was finally Friday, and luckily, you and Luna had no homework to do.

"Why does he hate me? What have I done?" you finished. You were playing with the grass as you spoke. Luna tilted her head to the side to see your face. "It's the Nargles that are doing this."

“you’re righ- the what?” you questioned as you turned your head to face the girl behind you who had a dreamy look.

"The Nargles, of course. Wear this - it'll help," the blonde-headed girl said, as she reached for the jewelry she was wearing. But before she could hand it to you, a boy with ocean blue eyes and blonde hair came into view, blocking the sunlight. He was also with a tall girl who had short hair and bangs.

"Hanging with the freak, are you? Loony, is she?" Draco Malfoy said loudly. Beside him, Pansy Parkinson laughed, but it sounded more like a weird holler to you.

You had gotten up and faced the slightly taller boy in front of you.

"I'm hanging with a person who is actually worth my time - unlike some people I could mention." you said coldly.

"Watch that tone," Draco said, his jaw tightening.

“Who are you to tell me that?” you scoffed.

“I said Watch that tone-”

“You don’t get to tell me to “watch that tone-”

“Excuse me?” Professor Mcgonagall had said sternly as she came into view. “I do not want to hear such words coming from your mouth! do you want house points taken?” she said to you.

“No Professor.”

“Then stop acting in such a way!”

“Yes Professor.”

And with that, Professor Mcgonagall left with her nose in the air. you could sense that Draco and Pansy were laughing the whole time and you couldn’t take it any longer. grabbing Luna by her forearm, you left.

You were visibly angry at what Draco had said to your friend. Seeing her sad face when Draco had the audacity to call her 'Loony' made you even angrier.

You huffed and puffed as you tried to calm yourself and fall asleep but it was obviously not working. you groaned loudly and hopped off your bed. It caused Hannah Abbot and Susan Bones to stir in their sleep slightly.

You opened your dorm room slightly and left. your footsteps echoing all alone.

The halls were quiet. the only sounds the distant echoes of footsteps and the occasional creak of an old floorboard. The portraits on the walls watching over the castle, their eyes following you as you move through the halls quietly.

The night sky is visible through the castle's windows, a tapestry of stars that twinkle in the darkness. The moon casts a soft glow across the world below, illuminating the castle and casting eerie shadows across the walls.

The sky was a deep, velvety blue, and the air is crisp and cool. The world was quiet, peaceful, and still, as if holding its breath in awe of the beauty above.

Just as you were about to head back to your room after your own private tour, you had heard a voice.

“sneaking off are we?” the voice had said.

“Who are you?” you questioned as you tried to make out the dark silhouette who was leaning against the wall.

“Guess.” the voice had said teasingly.

“Uh Harry?” you said uncertainty.

“Do I sound like Potter to you?” said the voice rudely.

The way he said 'Potter' had you thinking and within a second you found out.

“Draco!” you exclaimed.

"Oh, so you aren't stupid," Draco said smugly.

“Shut up will you?”

“Why are you out at this time?”

“I can ask you the same thing.”

there was a second of you two both looking at each other, and you felt the tension rise dangerously.

“Come.” Draco had said abruptly.

“What?”

"Oh, so now you're deaf? Come!" Draco said as if you were really wasting his time.

You sighed dramatically and followed the boy who was quicker than you. turning left, then right, then left, you and Draco made it to the entrance of Hogwarts. he opened the door and surprisingly, which was not him at all, politely opened the door for you.

“Thank you.” you muttered.

You both walked a bit more and sat side by side by the front lake. The sound of the water lapping against the shore and the cool breeze on your skin made you feel at peace. You both gazed at the billions of stars right in front of your eyes, marveling at how they seemed to twinkle and dance in the sky, creating a magical atmosphere. You noticed how easily the stars lit up the night sky just with their luminous beauty, as if they were happy to share their light with you. The moment felt timeless, as if you were the only two people in the world, surrounded by the vastness of the universe.

Draco then sighed and turned his head towards you. he then started to speak.

“Listen.. I’m sorry.” he said softly. he didn’t take his crystal eyes off you as he spoke.

You kindly, but strangely let him go on by saying nothing.

“It was stupid, thinking I can run away from love. stupid for me to talk to you like that. i just .. didn’t want to accept the fact I loved you- I didn’t want to believe that I was in love with you. these stars that are so far away remind me that love always finds a way, no matter where you go or how hard you try to run from it.”

he then turned away from you and looked up at the sky. he took one deep breath and looked back at you.

“I’m in love with you and I’m not gonna run away from love any longer.”

#harry potter #draco malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco angst #draco imagine #draco x you #draco lucius malfoy #draco x female reader #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco malfoy x y/n #draco fluff #dracotok

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