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cleake · 5 months

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OMGGGGG can u do one where Draco has a crush on Gryffindor! Muggleborn!reader, but she’s a muggle born so he bullies her, so nobody finds out, and after one particular harsh insult, she breaks down and runs away and bumps into Harry (she’s besties w the golden trio) and he comforts her and they share a kiss, and the next day during breakfast, the whole school sees the pair walk in hand in hand, Hermione and Ron r teasing them and Draco is left feeling rlly guilty?

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I enjoyed writing this (I’m working on other requests too, don’t worry :))

Warning: English is not my first language, please excuse any mistakes

Draco didn’t like you, he despised you. At least he had to. How would it look, you, a muggleborn, being with him? A majestic pureblood? Absolutely no. What would his father think? What would the people think? What would The Dark Lord think? He’d be despised and disowned, that’s for sure. But he secretly wished and hoped that one day he could be lovely to you. He secretly wished and wanted to be kind to you, he secretly wanted to make you feel loved and cared for. But his job is to make you feel horrible, helpless, disgusting because of the horrendous blood that pumps in your veins. How tragic.

And this day was no different, Draco found you, cornered you with his words and that disappointed, disapproving scowl on his face.

„There you are, you filthy mudblood. Oh, how I was not looking forward to seeing you.” Lie. He couldn’t wait to see you. His heart was aching for it for the whole day, „What’s that? A potion book? You shouldn’t even be entitled to hold that, you disgrace.”

It hurts, doesn’t it? You could feel how your embarrassment, rage, and frustration filled your mind and heart, you could feel how your throat tightened around your neck and your lungs flattened, making it harder to breathe. You looked at him, Draco Malfoy, standing in front of you with unspeakable hatred and contempt.

„Leave me alone, Malfoy. It’s not like you don’t have other ‚mudbloods’ to tease.” You said, calmly as for someone who’s getting insulted by a spoiled brat. No, he can’t leave you, you’re not just one of the mudbloods, you’re the mudblood.

„Oh, talking back, are we?” He exclaimed, raising his eyebrows as he tilted his head, looking at you with wider eyes, „You shouldn’t be even allowed to talk to me. You shouldn’t even be allowed in this school. Your kind is a disgrace, disgusting excuses for wizards.” His face formed into a disgusted scowl again, his eyes caressed you up and down with contempt. How a muggle is so majestic, he thought, but he couldn’t tell you, not in a million years, he had to make his disgust for you known.

You sighed, annoyed and tired of Malfoy’s words as you tried to just walk away, trying to pass through him but no, he blocked your way and stood right in front of you, his eyes sharp with all the contempt he could muster.

„Where do you think you’re going, mudblood?” He asked in a lower, more threatening tone.

„My dorm room, now if you’ll excuse me.” You answered calmly again, not looking up at his face even, just trying to walk past him again. No, he grabbed your arm, his hand launching at it with a force that only a person full of hate could hold. You looked up at him and as you did his face was coming closer to yours, that scowl still there but something in his eyes changed. It wasn’t a big change, it was almost unnoticeable but you, someone who’s seen his disgusted face so many times, can tell that something’s different. His eyes were no longer sharp, his eyebrows lightly scrunched up, as if in an expression of desperation and small sadness. His lips were still a scowl and the corners of his nose were tight, tensed up, but you didn’t notice that.

„You’re staying here.” He said, his voice suddenly and surprisingly going softer, more delicate but still threatening, demanding. You both looked at each other for a moment in silence, trying to figure out what the other was thinking, what the other’s intentions were. He stared at you, at those eyes he desired to have for himself, at those lips he wanted to caress and kiss, at your cheeks that he wished he could hold and mark as his own. How unfair is this. How tragic. But you broke the moment of magic by shaking your head, Draco’s thoughts came back to reality and he had to pretend he was disgusted with you again.

„No, I’m not.” You said and snatched your arm away from him, walking away, your footsteps echoing and bouncing off the walls of the hallway, reminding him that soon they’ll disappear, that you’ll disappear. He can’t have that, he turned towards you again and his fingers brushed against your wrist gently, lightly, ghostly almost, as he desperately tried to hold onto you, to make you stay but you slipped away, continuing to walk, unaware of his hand, unaware of his feelings. He looked at you and his desperation mixed with his hatred for you, both of his feelings for you coming together in an honest, brutal rage.

„Come back, you! Come back, filthy mudblood! You have no right to turn your back on me! You’re nothing but a fool, a disgrace, a disappointment, a traitor! Do you think someone will accept you in the real world? Hogwarts is only protecting you for a while, afterwards you’ll be alone in this world! You’ll have no one to turn to, no one to talk to, no one to help you, just because of your filthy blood!” Just because of your filthy blood, he thought, just because you have to be disgusting, just because others see you as disgusting, he can’t admit that he sees you as beautiful, just because you’re beautiful he can’t deny your blood, „Your blood will never be forgotten! Your blood will always be a burden, and your blood will always be disgraced! You only deserve to be disgraced!” He yelled after you, your back turned towards him as if his words didn’t matter to you, as if they were just whistling of the wind. But his words did touch you in some way, you could feel how your heart started to tremble, how your face formed into a look of sadness and hurt, and how you lightly squeezed the book you shouldn’t be holding to your chest. What a horrible boy he is, can’t he give up already? No, he can’t.

„No one will care for you, no one will love you, no one will ever treat you as you want them to, because you only deserve to be disgraced, disowned, harassed, hated. Your only meaning in life is to be destroyed.” He added and that broke you inside, how can he be so stupid and cruel? What’s the matter with him?

You didn’t try to understand or care, you started to walk faster through the hallway, still feeling his presence behind you, wanting to get away from his judging eye. You felt how your heart trembled and beat faster with sadness and hurt, you felt alone and started to question if the words he said were true. Of course they weren’t, he wanted to tell you that, he felt ashamed and embarrassed for telling you this, not the truth, but he can’t go after you, he can’t go apologise, he can’t let you know. He just watched you, as you slowly but surely disappeared after a turn in the hallway, hearing only how a small sniff echoed through the cold walls.

You felt tears choking you, you felt how your lungs shrank and suffocated you. You felt how heavy your steps were, how fast they were getting, and how your lips twisted into a frown. Draco has always been nasty to you and you tried your best to just ignore him, let him insult you and then walk away as if it was nothing, let him have his immature fun. But this time it ached your heart more than usual to hear him say that. And that mare soft look in his eyes for just a second made you feel even worse. You sniffed and sniffed, wiping your tears as quickly as you could when they fell down your face to not let anyone who could be in the hallways see them. You kept your eyes on the floor so no one would notice how glassy they were, you didn’t look up to see where you were going, just walking ahead as you felt how much your head was a mess of emotions, guilt, and anger. Everything in you boiled and you suddenly felt a force in front of you making you stop and stumble a few steps, your heart almost stopped and jumped in your chest.

„Oh, sorry— Y/N, it’s you.” You heard a familiar voice and felt a little better. You stood on your straight feet and finally looked up at the face of Harry Potter, „You… What has happened? Are you alright?” He asked, his brow narrowing a little in concern as he saw your glassy eyes and slightly redder nose, not the most flattering look on you. You shook your head at the beginning and wiped your eyes quickly.

„I’m alright, don’t worry.” You tried to deny your tears and gave him a small, forced smile but you could tell he wasn’t buying it, he tilted his head as he looked at you intently, he knew your honest smile too well to notice it.

„No, no, something’s not alright. You’re sad, Y/N, what happened? Can I help you?” He asked again and took a few steps towards you as you sighed and glanced down, trying to figure out what to say next.

„It’s nothing, Harry, really. You don’t have to worry.”

„Well, I do worry. I am worried, I don’t see my friend usually with teary eyes. You can tell me, Y/N, I’d like to be a good friend to you and help you.” He said as he tilted his head some more to be able to see your face as you glanced down. You focused your eyes back on Harry’s face and you could see the concern and care he had for you, the one Draco said you were so undeserving of. You didn’t want to tell Harry and be a burden to him but there was no point in lying.

„Draco told me a few new insults, nothing new.” You answered quickly, shaking your head dismissively and Harry furrowed his brow some more.

„I understand but you know not to listen to him.”

„I know.” You replied softly as you nodded your head and glanced down again, Harry still looked at you with concern and a bit of confusion.

„Then why—“

„I don’t know, it’s just been… A bit more personal this time.” You shrugged and sighed again, wiping the remains of your tears on your face.

„Personal?” Harry asked with a smaller voice as he watched you wiping your face, his concern growing, „Can you please tell me what Malfoy said to you?”

You sighed yet again, feeling bad and uncomfortable about telling Harry this but he’s your friend, he deserves to know.

„He said that I don’t deserve love or respect because I’m a muggle. That I will be alone. He said that I didn’t deserve to be in Hogwarts, that I’m only a disgrace.” Only meant to be destroyed, you recalled Draco’s words in your head, the ache from them echoed in your heart.

Harry listened to you and nodded his head after your words, trying to think of something that could make this situation better for you.

„I see… Well, you know he’s lying.” He answered softly and you nodded your head.

„Yes, of course. But I can’t help but believe it, I am only a muggle, there’s not a lot of chance for me to be a great wizard.” You sighed in resignation and Harry tilted his head again.

„Don’t say that, don’t believe him. There are so many possibilities and potentials for you. You can’t just let Draco ruin them for you.”

You nodded again.

„Yes, I know.” You replied shortly, your eyes wandering around the hallway as Harry still looked at you, his concern didn’t go away.

„Can I do something for you?” He asked a bit awkwardly as he shrugged, not sure what to do to cheer you up and make forget about Draco’s words. You stood in silence for a moment, not sure what to do either, everything felt so heavy.

„No, Harry. You already did enough for me.”

„Did I?” He asked as he raised his eyebrows and looked at you expectedly, „You’re still sad. I don’t want my friend to be sad.”

You sighed, still feeling unsure about all of this. You glanced at Harry and flashed a small smile to reassure him but that smile didn’t reassure you.

„I am but—“

„So what can I do?” He asked again, taking a step towards you, „Do you really think that Malfoy’s right? You really believe him?”

You shook your head but you did believe in Draco’s words somehow, you still felt that they were adequate.

„I… Harry, this conversation shouldn’t be this long.”

„Well, I want it to be long, I want it to be long and make you feel better.” He answered and paused for another moment. This was a bit awkward, Harry wanted to help but he didn’t know how and you didn’t know either, you just went in circles all the time. You both stood there in silence, glancing at each other from time to time with unsure faces, everything stood still. Harry looked at you once more and an idea formed in his mind but he wasn’t sure if it was a good one, it might make everything even more awkward.

„Do you want a kiss?” He blurted out and you looked back at Harry with surprise and shock.

„What?” You asked, Harry squirmed a little from the embarrassment, his eyes wandered off for a second and he brushed his hand nervously over his nose.

„Do you want a kiss?” He mumbled through his teeth as if it was a big secret, as if he was speaking the name of you-know-who. You still were a little caught off guard and confused by Harry’s proposal, would that make you feel better? You looked at Harry with confusion on your face, it was clear from your slightly furrowed eyebrows and your parted lips. Well, this is even more awkward, both of you stood there in another moment of silence while trying to figure out what to do.

„A kiss?” You spoke up and a small chuckle escaped your lips, making Harry look at you again with a bit of concern that you were laughing at him, „I don’t know, are you sure you want to?” You asked as you raised your eyebrow at Harry and he shrugged.

„I don’t see any harm in that. I’d like to comfort my friend and if a kiss would do it then I have no problem with it.” He replied, making you smile a little in amusement which was a relief to Harry, he liked to see you smile.

„Ha? Well, friends don’t usually kiss each other.” You said with a bit of playfulness, your tone much lighter than before, which made Harry smile too.

„No?” He tilted his head, „But who cares about that? It’s just a kiss. Would it make you feel better?” He asked with care, not wanting to do anything you wouldn’t want to do. You thought for a moment, kissing your friend out of the blue is a bit weird but maybe you need a bit of affection right now? And is it really that important? You both know each other and trust each other, maybe a kiss shouldn’t be weird, maybe it’s only weird because you think so.

You shrugged after a while.

„Maybe, we could… Try?” You chuckled a bit nervously and awkwardly with a slightly sheepish smile which made Harry feel a little better that he wasn’t the only one who was nervous.

„Sure, we can try…” he answered and looked at you for a while, making you both giggle a bit in amusement as he was taking his time, like in a romance book. Harry took a silent breath to himself to calm down and approached you, making you smile with more amusement. He got close enough to you that the tip of the shoe touched yours, he slowly lifted his hands towards your face and you let out a small snort, not laughing at him or mocking him, you just couldn’t take this too seriously as a friend. Harry smiled a bit at your reaction and shook his head.

„Shut up.” He mumbled jokingly and you felt his hands slowly and carefully embracing your cheeks, his soft skin sliding smoothly across yours with a small brush. The touch was nice, comforting, and gentle, it was just what you needed. You nodded your head at his words, trying to compose yourself but you couldn’t stop your lips from smiling. Harry looked at you for a second before he slowly started to lean into your face, tilting his head to the side slightly in a bit dramatic fashion, making you snort again.

„Oh, come on.” He sarcastically rolled his eyes behind his glasses, „I’m trying.”

„Yeah, you’re really trying.” You chuckled and he shook his head in a joking disapproval at your behaviour, the smile still present on his lips.

„Shut up.” He repeated and without a warning, his face approached yours much faster than expected, his lips pressed against yours with force but also care, making the sensation pleasant and soft. You stood there for a second, processing and taking in the feeling of Harry’s kiss, your eyes still open as his closed. The moment lingered for longer as you gave in and leaned your head a little more into the kiss, reciprocating it tenderly, making Harry smile a bit more. You both stood there for a while, linked in the most intimate affection one could share, your lips softly and carefully brushing each other as if you two weren’t friends. You finally closed your eyes, letting yourself drown in the warmth you two were sharing, the gentleness and kindness, your one hand left your book and carefully landed on Harry’s cheek, making him hum quietly in delight at your touch. The scene was tender and loving, to your luck no one was in the hallway at the time but if someone saw you two it would be clear that there were a lot of feelings between you two. Finally, Harry gently pulled away from the kiss and opened his eyes to look at your soft, peaceful face, your eyes still closed as you took a silent breath with your parted lips, the warmth of his lips still echoed against yours. Your hand still was on Harry’s cheek and his own hands were cupping your face tenderly, lovingly, his eyes taking in your features. You opened your eyes and looked at him, noticing how his cheeks got redder and how his eyes softened for you. You both looked at each other in silence before smiles starched out on both of your faces, your shared giggles and chuckles filling the cold hallway.

„Thank you, that helped a lot.” You spoke up with a lighter and happier tone than before to which Harry nodded with a smile, happy to see you smiling.

„No problem, Y/N. I’m glad it did.”

His hands still held your face carefully as if he had forgotten to let you go. But your hand stayed on his cheek too, both of you touching without a problem.

„My lips were chapped.” You remarked as you lightly pressed your lips together, feeling them a little rough after the crying. Harry raised an eyebrow.

„Were they?” He didn’t notice, he was much more focused on you and how wonderful it felt to kiss you. You nodded and felt how your face was dry after the tears soaked into your skin.

„And my face is dry.” You chuckled and Harry smiled even more, shaking his head.

„Doesn’t matter.” He replied, still holding your face in his hands, forgetting that he was your friend.

The next day everyone was filling the Great Hall as they continued their breakfast, talking and laughing together. Ron and Hermione were sitting together at your usual table, waiting for you and Harry.

„Did you see them the day before?” Asked Hermione the mouth-stuffed Ron as he ate eagerly.

„No,” he mumbled, „I haven’t. After me and Harry talked I haven’t seen him since.”

„What about Y/N?”

„Y/N?” Ron paused for a second as he tried to remember something, the girl in front of him looked at him with disappointment and disapproval, making him less willing to say, „I don’t know.”

Hermione rolled her eyes and shook her head.

„Honestly Ronald.”

„What?”

At this moment you walked into the Great Hall, not alone, Harry held your hand bravely and gently brushed his thumb against yours as you approached the two sitting at your table. A few eyes turned to you, one of which belonged to your bully. A whisper here, a whisper there, and soon almost everyone in the room was looking at you two. But you and Harry didn’t pay too much attention to the others.

Hermione looked at you two as you got closer, noticing your intertwined hands and she nudged Ron in the shoulder, making him let out pretensions „Ow”.

„Hey.” You said to them with a smile as you got close enough, Hermione raised her eyebrow slightly.

„Hey, Y/N, Harry.” She greeted you two as you still held hands, her eyes switching between you two, „You two seem… Closer than ever.”

You glanced at Harry who gave you a small smile and a gentle squeeze of your hand.

„We do? You must be seeing things, Hermione.” You said, trying to brush her off as you sat down on the bench, Harry following closely after you, sitting next to you.

„Oh? Am I?” Hermione tilted her head and Ron chuckled as he saw you two.

„No, if anything, you two are not telling us something.” He said as he gave Harry a knowing smile at which Harry sighed silently and looked pleadingly at Ron, making him laugh out loud. As Ron and Hermione tried to squeeze out of you two more information you didn’t notice how you were being observed by a pair of eyes burning with jealousy. He was sitting far away from you to not notice him and why would you notice him? You were too busy with Harry. He observed how your hands stayed linked under the table, how Harry was leaning a little closer to you, how he was looking at you. That should be me, he thought as his face tensed up in his usual scowl but his eyes showed more sadness and hurt than he wanted them to show. He looked at you longingly, desperately wishing that you’d notice his gaze and glance at him, even just for a second. He’d be so happy. But you were turned away, not acknowledging him at all, as if his words didn’t touch you at all, as if you earned more than lost. His soul was on fire, he was boiling with jealousy, rage, and desperation. But he couldn’t do anything, you’re still a muggle, he can’t do anything.

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emargoo · 4 months

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Our Last Night~Draco Malfoy x Reader

Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Female!reader

Authors Note: Modern AU where characters are college students. English isn't my first language. MDNI

"I'm leaving, y/n, you can't change my mind."

I stare blankly at the tall slender man across from me. The sheer light slanting through the window cuts across his face, outlining him in sharp, harsh lines. He was tall and slender, almost gaunt, having the look of someone who hadn't eaten quite enough in too large of a time. And still, he was beautiful, fuck, he was so beautiful.

I grimace at the man, "Dropping out of college isn't going to solve your problems, Draco. Kissing up to your dad isn't going to make him love you. Hell, I don't know if there's anyone out there who will ever love you." I spit angrily on his shoes, the pretentious bastard that he is.

His face twists into a scowl, "You don't know what the fuck you're talking about."

I laugh, "I think I know better than anyone. Who else do you even talk to? And don't tell me Crab and Goyle. I know those two only care about who gives the best titjobs on campus."

Draco sighs angrily, "I don't tell you everything. And you wouldn't understand anyway."

The grin on my face grows, so much my cheeks begin to hurt, but I can feel the tears in my eyes. "Now you sound like a fucking teenager. You're not misunderstood, Draco, grow up."

"Fucking hell, y/n," his voice raises to a yell, "can't you just be genuine for once? Stop heckling me. I'm leaving. And I don't owe you an explanation." He runs his hand through his blonde hair, and I realize he's shaking.

I look down, feeling my face grow hot. My stomach churns with emotions I can't even begin to understand. I want to cry, but not infront of him.

"Right, because I'm just a fuck toy for you, huh? Just another body. You're right, you don't owe my anything." I say.

I deflate then, growing numb. He's leaving. Draco Malfoy is leaving. And he can't even tell me why.

Draco gazes at me through half-lidded gray eyes. His hair is illuminated in the dying sunlight, casting a halo around his head. He looks like an angel. He watches me, his eyes traveling up and down my body slowly. I know what he came for. What he always comes for.

And honestly? I'm no better than him. I want him. I always have. And now he's slipping away from me. If one last night is the closest I can get to him, I better make it a good one.

I walk forward, pushing the man down onto the bed behind him. It was as single bed, the most I could afford in my dorm room. He didn't say anything, but his eyes glowed with desire. He leaned back and I stradled his hips, his strong hands gripping my thighs.

Slowly, I began moving my hips, grinding down on his hard crotch. He groaned gently and moved his head back. I decided to punish him, go so painfully slow he wouldn't be able to bear it. I teased him, moving slow c-shapes on his dick.

"Faster." He said, low and dangerous.

I smirked, looking down into his steely eyes while keeping my slow pace. He pushed my hips down forcefully onto his crotch, the rough fabric of his jeans felt heavenly against my thin cotton shorts. I liked when he was rough with me.

Draco leaned his head in, close to my ear. I could feel his hot breaths against the skin of my neck, sending slight shivers down my spine. "Fucking grind, slut. Or I'll get up right know and leave you here like a bitch in heat." He rasped.

Empty threats, I thought. But his hot breath on my skin and the anger and desparation in his voice just turned me on. I obliged, grinding down on him, not bothering to tease him anymore. His warm pianist hands slipped under my shirt, playing with the straps of my brallete.

I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head, revealing a plain black bra. Draco's eyes observed me with the perfect mix of distain and desire. Hate and lust. He unclasped my bra with deft hands and moved them over my breasts gently, briefly pinching my nipples and twisting lightly. I moaned, despite myself and he smirked.

Without warning, Draco grabbed my waist and pulled me under him, so I was looking up at him while he held his body over mine. He held his weight carefully on his forearms, as not to squash me. Although I wouldn't mind.

Draco began kissing my neck, softly at first, under my jaw and along the vulnerable flesh of my collarbones. He bit softly, kissing my skin so hard it would surely leave marks in the morning. He worked his way down to my breasts, taking one of my nipples into his mouth and sucking gently, teasing the hard skin with his teeth. I shivered with pleasure. He did the same to my other breast and then moved up to look me in my eyes.

My breathing hitched. His eyes burned as he pressed his lips to mine harshly, moving his tongue into my mouth almost immediately. Our tongues battled for dominance until eventually his took over and moved to explore my mouth. He bit my lower lip.

I ripped away from his firm kiss. Draco tasted so familiar. Like apples, and iron, and heat. I gazed at his face, our breaths mixing in the closed space between us. He was breathing hard and fast, I could smell the desire on him. Then I kissed him again, harder. He moaned softly, reaching to tangle his hand in my hair. I flicked my tongue along the bottom of his mouth, relishing in his taste, his feel.

Draco was the one to pull away this time, wrenching his shirt over his head and moving hastily to unbuckle his jeans. He was shaking. When he looked up at me, I could see he was crying.

I crawled over to him, kissing the tears from his face. The taste of salt filled my mouth. I kissed his eyes, his nose, his mouth. Around us, the room grew dark. Draco pulled me against his chest, which was almost burning hot. I looked up at him and he scowled.

"Say you hate me."

"What?" I asked.

"Say you fucking hate me." He wipped his face with his arm, sneering at me. My eyes fell to his taught muscles, the sharp lines of his stomach. I gazed back into his eyes, sneering right back.

"I hate you." His eyes fell shut, his hands slid into my shorts, pulling them off my legs.

He smirked again when he saw I wasn't wearing anything underneath. "No panties? Whore."

"Shut the fuck up." He smiled darkly and moved his hand slowly up my thigh. I groaned in anticipation. His fingers touched gently around my slit, feeling that I was already agonizingly wet. Draco brought his fingers up to his mouth, licking them gently.

"Needy for me already?"

"I hate you, Draco." I said again. Feeling blood rush to my cheeks. "Get on with it then. Make me feel good."

He slid off his boxers, cocking an eyebrow at me. "And why should I do that? Bitch." I moaned as he pressed two fingers inside of me. I realized something then about the two of us, me and Draco. We fed off eachother's hate. It turned us on. The lines between hate, love, lust all blurred in our minds. Until neither of us knew what we truly felt.

He rubbed the pad of his thumb harshly over my clit, making me yell out in pleasure.

Draco clamped his hand over my mouth, "Godric, you're loud. I'll have to gag you if you can't keep quiet." His fingers slid deeper into me, finding my g-spot in 0.5 seconds. I moaned into his hand, feeling a coil build in my stomach. "Can you take another one?" Before I could respond, he shoved a third finger inside me, curling them. The coil inside me broke and I came on his hand.

He rode me through my high, fingering me gently to help me achieve the maximum pleasure. Draco removed his hand, wet with my slick. He smiled, removing his hand from my mouth and replacing it with his fingers. The taste of my juices made me groan, my body writhing on the bed. I licked his hand clean.

Draco lifted me off the bed, onto his knees. "I think," he said, moving me so that I sat just behind his large dick, "You should ride me."

I obediently sunk down onto his cock, feeling him fill me up completely. I leaned forward, gripping the headboard of my dorm bed for balance. I bounced eagerly on his length, both of us moaning loudly. He gripped my hips, moving my ass exactly where he wanted. I felt Draco move one hand to touch my clit, sending waves of pleasurer through my body. He began thrusting up into me, and I could feel the coil in my stomach tightening again. He reached up to twist one of my nipples again, pushing me over the edge. My hips began moving on their own, my body spasming. I could feel my pussy clench on his dick and he groaned, orgasming inside of me.

My body slumped onto the mattress, I stared up at the ceiling, feeling my body tremble. My inner thighs were throbbing, my sensitive skin tingling. Draco lay next to me, breathing heavily. I looked over at him, his gray eyes already on mine.

"You know what the worst part is?" I said, closing my eyes so I wouldn't have to see his face. His cloudy eyes, his slightly parted lips. Those long blonde eyelashes casting slight shadows of his gaunt skin. He truly was perfect.

"I still love you." I didn't open my eyes to see if he heard me or if he had fallen asleep. I couldn't bear it. Sometimes, ignorance is a blessing.

When I woke up, he was gone.

#fanfic #y/n #draco malfoy #harry potter #smut #draco x y/n #draco x reader #byethisissobad #draco is a little shit #angst #light angst #angry sex #i hate it here #send help #hot as fuck

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splendidissimus · 8 months

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late 2000 - Too Tall

((Content warning: none))

Genre: fluff

Romance level: high

Angst level: 0/5

Draco's headspace: playful

((words: ~950))

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"If you could stop now, that would be ideal."

Theo blinked several times and looked down at Draco, who was looking up at his face with a haughty frown, then looked at the book open in his hands, trying to figure out what he had done. "Sure?" He flopped the book closed and set it back on the top shelf.

"See, you've done it again."

"You're really going to have to help me out here…"

"Be tall."

That startled out a laugh. "I should stop being tall?"

"At the least you should stop getting taller," Draco sniffed. "You've well broken six feet in the last year, and that's going to be quite problematic when I say I'm six feet tall."

Theo looked Draco up and down, appraising. "You're not, though, right?"

"Well I'm going to claim it regardless, aren't I? Then I'll have you looming over me like a great leafless tree to call me a liar."

"Sorry." Theo shrugged. "I'll stand further away so it looks like I'm smaller, if that'll help."

"I appreciate the initiative, and that it would make you look terribly creepy. Can you imagine seeing you lurking in the background wherever I go, staring at me constantly? I'd look like I had a haunt."

Theo laughed at the thought and went down the line of books, fingers running over the titles as he looked. "How tall do you reckon I am? I hadn't even really thought about it."

"You hadn't thought about how tall you are?" Draco pointed out sceptically. "When you used to go to my chin and now you're looking at my hair?"

"It just happened," he said with a shrug. "I didn't really notice."

"I think you're a liar, but let's find out for you." He made a motion with his wand and conjured a measuring tape like they'd see in a robe shop. "Stand up straight."

"I am."

"You're slouching; you always slouch."

He tried to straighten up. "Better?"

"No, your posture is atrocious. Stand still." Draco pulled on his shoulder and pushed on his back to try to fix it.

"Ack, what are you doing, I don't bend that way."

"Yes you do, this is how people are supposed to be shaped, not like a willow. Head back. Feet together."

"I feel like I'm trying to impersonate your mother…"

"Good, her posture is excellent."

While Draco was fixing his terrible bearing, one thing became abundantly clear: when he was standing up properly, it was now Draco who didn't even reach to his nose. Theo could comfortably look down at the fringe-part on the top of his head — inasmuch as anything about standing up like he was tied to a pole was comfortable. "Hurry up before I fall over."

Draco manoeuvred the tape measure against him with his magic and then brought it down, folded at the mark, to read his height. "Six-foot four. Honestly, who needs so many inches? That's just ostentatious."

"Huh." Theo slumped back into his comfortable slouch and tilted the tape measure in Draco's hands so he could read it too, just for confirmation. "That must make you five… what, eight?"

"Ten, thank you." He levitated the measure around to demonstrate, and he was exactly right. "Hasn't changed in years, since a certain curse stunted my growth. Lucky I was a tall teenager. I couldn't imagine being trapped at the size of you when you were sixteen." He wavered his hand around his shoulder, which was exaggerating how short he'd been. Probably.

"Well, five-ten's perfectly respectable. It's almost as tall as your mum, isn't it?"

He grinned at Draco's (mock?) offended glare, but unfortunately, Draco didn't rise to the bait and admit out loud that he was the same size as his mother. He Vanished the tape measure instead. "It would be perfectly respectable, without you there to undermine it."

"I'm really sorry I went and outgrew you. It was very rude of me."

Draco lifted his wand. "I could fix that for you…"

"No!" He stepped back and pulled down a large book to hold defensively between them. "Do not transfigure me short — all right, I admit it, I know I'm tall now and I like it, I don't want to go back."

"Come on, where's that Amortentia poisoning? If you really cared for me, you'd adjust your height to make me look better."

"You bastard," he laughed. Draco raised his eyebrows and waggled his wand wheedlingly. "My Amortentia poisoning is actually telling me that if you were smaller it would be even easier to keep you close all the time, so how about we knock six or ten inches off you instead. You would be properly cute."

"Yeah, we won't be doing that…" Draco drawled in his most inarguable voice.

"All right, but I am going to keep imagining it, now that you made me think of it." Theo put his book-shield back where it came from and reached out for Draco's hand. "Here, let me see something."

"What?"

"Just let me see." Draco did let him pull him close, and he snugly wrapped his arms around him. He also found, if he stood up straight and did a little stretching, he could set his chin on top of his head. "There, that's not so bad, is it?" It was really nice, actually. Draco tucked all tight against him, with the warmth of his heated robe and the quick patter of his heart against his chest, and the perfect smell of his hair…

"I hate you," Draco said, muffled in his chest, and looped his arms around Theo's waist with a silent squeeze. Theo laughed, kissed the side of his head, and didn't let him go.

#draco x theo #draco malfoy #theo nott #fanfic #draco malfoy fanfiction #fluffy #height difference #draco is a little shit #splendidissimus writing #teen draco #saying “i hate you” to mean “i love you”

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annalapotter · 10 months

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Draco spells hikies onto Harry after Harry covers the ones that Draco have him.

#harry potter #drarry #draco malfoy #Draco is a little shit

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dragonbornphoenix · 11 months

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Prey

Euphoria filled Draco. The day to exact his revenge was finally here. Potter wouldn't know what hit him.

He'd warned Potter he'd get him, but Potter laughed. He dismissed the threat with a shake of his head and a wave of his hand. Well, the little nerd was about to learn a Malfoy never let words fall idly from his lips.

Draco moved with stealth, blending into the shadows. With a mental command, the back door swung wide open. He grinned, triumphant.

The bedroom was silent, darkened. Perfect. Potter would never expect an attack in his innermost sanctum.

A shimmer caught Draco's eye. His smile turned vicious as he recognized the invisibility cloak. Potter was making this so easy.

He settled into the corner armchair. The ticking of the clock kept him company. At last, the front door opened and tired footsteps alerted him to his victim's presence.

Potter entered the room, glorious in his exhaustion. Draco let him disrobe, enjoying the show. He waited until his target was naked and vulnerable before unleashing his modified Petrificus.

Potter fell on the bed. Draco was on him in an instant, straddling him, a conqueror ready to enjoy the spoils of war.

"Saint Potter!" he drew out the s in derision, a snake hissing his disapproval. "I told you to watch your back, little lion man!"

Harry mumbled. Draco laughed. He lifted himself and turned Harry onto his back with care, straddling his hips once again.

"I thought you were attending the conference." Harry's surprised tone belied his cool exterior.

Draco ran his fingers through Harry's hair. "Oh, husband mine. When will you ever learn?"

"I've learned you enjoy these games of attack and release way too much."

"And you don't?"

"Not when you release me."

"The ring on your finger says you're the opposite of released."

"Being your prisoner is an honour and a privilege. Kiss me."

Draco did, slow and deep. Scorching. He ended the spell, allowing Harry to touch him. Together they put Fiendfyre to shame.

"Is your father going to hear about this?"

"Of course he is. In hi-res audio. For maximum effect!"

Harry's loud, unrestrained laugh reverberated through the house and the chambers of Draco's heart.

#drarry #drabble #drarry drabble #drarry squad #draco is a little shit #but that's part of his charm #his father will DEFINITELY hear about this!#dragonbornphoenix writes

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valoale · 5 months

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Shit day cancelled I gave myself a lil spoon Harry for a silly short comic I’m making

#now I’m fine again #little spoon Harry is everything #I won’t elaborate further #also drawing sleeping people is surprisingly hard #this shit gon be cute af #bittersweet but still sweet #I solely blame KUUMAA for this #Satama hit too hard #hp #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry #wip #vee art

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teddytheartist · 3 months

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Asffsdghskjsllksj Brown Harry

I did more than just this one drawing but it’s sketches and I’m tired so have this, I’ll post more tmrw hehe

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accio-sriracha · 3 months

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*Drarry arguing years after the sectumsempra incident*

~~~♤~~~

Draco: You literally tried to kill me.

Harry: But you didn't die, soooo

Draco: THATS WHY I SAID T R I E D.

Harry: Do you even know what attempted murder is, Draco?

Draco: ARE YOU TRYING TO FUCKING GASLIGHT ME RIGHT NOW?

Blaise: *walks into the room* What's going on?

Ron: Draco's whining because Harry SUPPOSEDLY tried to kill him and Harry is just trying to live his hot girl summer life.

Pansy: Harry literally tried to kill Draco when they were like 16.

Ron: *Munching on snacks* Slander.

~~~♤~~~

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #harry is a little shit #sectumsempra #its in their code to argue about everything #dont blame me #incorrect drarry quotes

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frm9pm · 1 year

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Harry is a simple guy

#drarry #I drew this last night and then woke up and saw all my mistakes lol x’d fixed it a little #I’m such a basic ho every time Draco wearing Harry’s clothes in fic happens I lose my shit

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yvieliny · 6 months

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MARAUDERS

Shit my friends have said pt3.

Barty, Evan, Regulus and Severus on an road trip (Evan is Driving , Barty is the co-pilot leaving Regulus and Severus in the back)

Night time 2:50 am

Regulus: There is no way this is fucking happening right now (Regulus said removing his headphone)

Barty turns to look at the back seat: Well I am fucking sorry, how was I supposed to know how far 5 meters where?

Evan: Everyone calm down look there is a gas station up ahead let’s stop and ask for directions

Severus highly annoyed: So we are fucking lost in the middle of nowhere , with no cell service and a creepy ass gas station that looks from the 1600s and you idiots want to “stop and ask for directions” ??!!

Evan and Barty look at each other before nodding : Yeah

Severus : Idiots you both are fucking idiots , this is the type of shit that occurs in Horror movies

Barty: Don’t worry the virgins always survive in Horror movies

Regulus smirks: And the horny slut is the first to go so, don’t worry Barty we will have a nice cock filled funeral for you

Barty sticks his middle finger out

Evan: Fine let’s just turn and go back where we came from even if it is highly illegal since it is a one way road but fine

Severus: So our options are doing something ilegal or dying? Damn this is why my mom worry’s when I go out with my friends

Evan: Holy shit Sev, you got friends?

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itsphantasmagoria · 1 year

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Harry getting Draco and ferret plushie ✨👀

I don’t think Draco is very pleased about it. 😃

#Harry is a little shit #this was the only reason Ron went to the pub with them #Draco is moronsexual #little love ferret ❤️#it’s payback for something cause Draco is also a lil shit #request fulfilled #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #drarry art #drarry fanart #ron weasley #itsphantasmagoria

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littlewinnow · 9 months

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I MAY BE LATE BUT 8F + 8C with drarry hahahah, i looooooveeee your art and sorry for the spam hahahah i woke up a few minutes ago:,) <333333

Hey!!!! Nah you’re not late at all :) and thank you hehe here yah go 💖

#drarry #hiya chris!!#I’m gonna do these for a while so da abt being late :)#myart #me #expression suggestions #Draco’s being a little shit and Harry’s like you’re a immature but cute

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andithiel · 1 year

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The secret language of flowers

Another contribution to the @hdcandyheartsfest for the prompt "bouquet". I was heavily inspired by the classic tumblr "fuck you" bouquet, and it's companion mentioned in the notes, the "fuck me" bouquet. As always, a massive thank you my lovely friend @crazybutgood for the beta and flailing and for making me blush 🥰

Drarry | 2,3k (!) | Teen and up for mentions of naughty things happening

“Draco, dear, stop fidgeting.”

Draco looked up at Pansy sitting across the table from him, a heap of textbooks between them.

“I’m not fidgeting.”

“Okay. Could you then please stop this masturbation replacement and focus on our exam revision?”

He glared at her smirking face and stopped bouncing his leg up and down.

“Thank you.” Pansy smiled sweetly. “Now, could you please pass me the anatomy books?”

He handed them over with a sigh, when there was a tap on his kitchen window. A small brown owl with a flowery scarf tied around its neck sat waiting on the window sill. Draco bolted from his seat to let it in. It stuck out its leg towards him, revealing a scroll of parchment. Draco took it gently and let the bird perch on his owl stand while procuring an owl treat from his cabinet. He rolled out the parchment, chuckling in delight. “Oh dear, they really outdid themselves, this is perfect!”

“What is it?” Pansy got up from her chair and peeked over his shoulder. “A picture of a bouquet?”

He grinned. “It’s a drawn preview for a bouquet I ordered. Let me just approve it real quick and send it back with this owl. I want it delivered as soon as possible.”

He signed the form, dropped the correct amount of money into the owl’s pouch, and sent it on its way.

“Who’s the special one?” Pansy asked. “You haven’t told me you’re seeing anyone.”

“Oh, I’m not seeing anyone, it’s a bouquet of spite.” He turned to her, startling a bit at her demeanour with her arms crossed over her chest, leaning on one hip, eyes flashing. Pansy could be really fucking scary, and in any other situation, he’d be terrified now. But this time, he hadn’t done anything wrong, and she’d probably even enjoy his plan.

“A bouquet of spite?” She raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “Let me guess: it’s for Potter.”

“How did you—?”

“Oh, please, as if half the class haven’t seen you eye-fucking each other since we started healer training. It was only a matter of time before you made it official.”

“We’re not— I’m not—” Draco spluttered. “This is a bouquet of spite!” He waved the parchment at her, then forced himself to calm down. Being upset would only undermine his point, even if his indignation came from being horribly misinterpreted. “Look,” he said, more calmly now. “Look at this and tell me it’s not the greatest way to send Potter the Sanctimonius Prick a heartfelt ‘fuck you’.”

He held up the drawing of the bouquet he’d ordered the day before, thrusting it towards Pansy, but she maintained her usual resting bitch face (although Draco knew perfectly well that the bitch was never resting).

“All I see is a collection of pretty flowers. Very striking, if I may say so.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t you see the symbolism?”

“What symbolism?”

“The symbolism of the flowers!” he said, suddenly feeling unsure. Was she playing stupid or was she really not familiar with the Victorian flower language? “Here, we’ve got geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity—”

“Have you met Potter? He’s the most sincere person in the world.”

“Yes, thank you, Pansy, I’ve noticed that. That’s the point,” Draco sighed. “Anyway, I also picked meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations to say ‘you have disappointed me’, and finally orange lilies for hatred. Ergo: ‘fuck you’ in flowers.”

“Which secret language is this?”

“Pansy, my dear, the Victorian flower language is common knowledge, surely you know all of this already?”

Pansy was silent for long seconds, chewing the inside of her cheek, still with her arms crossed. She reminded him of a cobra waiting to strike. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.

“What?”

She shrugged. “Seems like an inordinate amount of money and time to spend just to tell someone you loathe them.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, sitting down again with his school books. “Let’s continue revising, shall we?”

💐💐💐

The rest of the day, Draco was in jitters. He couldn’t wait to see how Potter would react to the flowers. Would he be furious? Would he cry? Or worse, would he not care?

He got his answer later in the evening. He’d waved Pansy off and snuggled up on his sofa to read his favourite medical romance novel, when there was an urgent knock on the door. He groaned in frustration and considered disobeying his upbringing by simply pretending he wasn’t at home, but when there was another, even more persistent knock, he reluctantly left his cosy fortress and went to answer it. To his surprise, Potter was standing outside.

“Oh, Draco,” he said breathlessly, as if he was taken by surprise to see Draco and hadn’t just come over to accost him.

“Potter? What are you doing here?”

Draco realised that Potter had probably come to fight him because of the flowers, and Draco had foolishly left his wand on the coffee table.

“I, er… I came to thank you for the flowers, I…” Potter chuckled, looking down at his feet and then up at Draco with flushed cheeks and a glint in his eyes that Draco’d never seen before. Except when they were fighting. “Can I come in?” he said, and Draco wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or if Potter’s voice always sounded this… husky.

He was so flabbergasted by the request that it didn’t even occur to him to deny it, so he merely opened the door further and let Potter step inside. He closed it, and then Potter was so damn close, so much so that Draco could smell his aftershave and the hint of sweat underneath; it made his head spin.

“I have to admit I— I’ve thought about it, I mean, thought about us, but… I think I’ve been afraid to really think about it because I wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same,” Potter said, his lips so close to Draco’s ear that his breath tickled Draco’s skin, sending shivers down his spine.

“Sorry?” Draco squeaked.

“The flowers,” Potter said, drawing back to look Draco in the eyes (and Merlin, this close, Potter’s eyes were mesmerising, with subtle golden hues in them that only emphasised the green). “I have to say that I was a bit angry at first, because I know the foxglove is poisonous. But then I looked into the meaning of it, and…” He chuckled again, biting his bottom lip.

Draco’s head was spinning. It was like he’d been thrown into an alternate dimension, and he was too shocked by Potter’s behaviour to know what to say.

“I thought that, as much as we fight with each other, you wouldn’t send me poisonous flowers just to be a dick, so I think ultimately, it was the foxglove that made me realise you were sending me a message. Which shouldn’t surprise me, you’ve always been full of layers and mystery, haven’t you? So, why not send me a message about your affection and fear of telling me outright?”

“Sorry?” Draco said again. Why were words failing him now, of all times?

Potter rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face made it look… fond. “Come on, Draco, I know you probably think I’m clueless when it comes to these things, but even if I don’t know the meaning of flowers by heart, I know how to look stuff up.”

Draco didn’t answer, he just stood frozen, gaping like a fish.

“I’ll admit I was surprised about the meadowsweet for courtship and matrimony, because it felt like maybe getting ahead of things, but—” he stepped closer again, his hands coming to cradle Draco’s waist “—the more I thought about it, the more it made sense, and… I wouldn’t want to rule it out.”

Potter was so close now that his breath ghosted over Draco’s face, and Draco’s eyelids fluttered closed.

“Geranium for happiness,” Potter said, kissing the angle of Draco’s jaw, “foxglove and orange lilies for pride,” his lips glided along Draco’s jaw. “I shouldn’t be surprised you chose two flowers to symbolise your pride,” he chuckled, and Draco swallowed thickly, his breath quickening, heart beating wildly in his chest. “And the yellow chrysanthemums for joy and celebration were a nice way to sign the message off.” Potter’s lips had reached Draco’s chin, now.

“They weren’t—” Draco sighed.

“What?” Potter’s mouth was so close to his now that they were practically sharing the same air.

“Nothing,” Draco said, throwing all caution to the wind and tilting his head down to capture Potter’s lips with his.

Maybe this wasn’t the reaction he’d planned, but he was certainly not complaining about the outcome of his scheme. Especially not when Potter grabbed his arse to press himself closer, which led to Draco grabbing Potter’s hair to be able to angle his head just right, which lead to Potter eliciting the most delicious moan Draco had heard in his life, which led to Draco deciding then and there that he needed to send the florist an extra big tip.

💐💐💐

“So, it seems as if the flowers you sent really paid off.”

Normally, Draco would hate to admit to Pansy that she’d been right, but today, the day after having been snogged silly by the Prat who lived, he felt generous.

“Well, I guess one of us had to nudge the other one in the right direction.”

“I think you did more than just nudge Potter yesterday, if that love bite is anything to go by.”

Draco’s hand flew to the part of his neck where Potter had been most persistent in sucking yesterday, but was interrupted by a tapping on the window. When Draco looked up, it was an owl with the same neck bind as the one he’d received yesterday with the drawing of Potter’s bouquet, but this one was larger, and it was clutching a big brown package in its talons. Draco hastened to let it in and set the package down on the kitchen counter. He gave the owl a little bowl of water along with the owl treats—it looked a bit tired—and then proceeded to unwrap what looked like a packet of flowers.

“Oh, more flowers?” Pansy cooed. “A little thank you for your tryst yesterday?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco said, searching for a card. “And calling it a tryst makes it sound sordid, we didn’t even do anything under the belt.” Unless rutting counted, he thought, remembering with a thrill how Potter had shivered against him as he came.

Once all the paper was gone, he admired the bouquet Potter had selected for him. It was an odd mix of colours and shapes of flowers, not as aesthetically pleasing as the one he’d sent, but one couldn’t put too much faith in Potter’s choice in beauty.

“Is that a message as well?” Pansy looked at the bouquet with a frown, as if she was personally offended by the messiness of the ensemble.

Draco snorted. “Highly unlikely, since he completely missed my message yesterday.” But out of habit, he started going through the different meanings of the flowers anyway, just to show Pansy how wrong she was. “I mean, look: this one is for “anticipation”, and this, “elope with me. Sure, he told me yesterday that he wouldn’t want to rule out—” He cut himself off, because that particular information was something he hadn’t shared with Pansy yet, because he wasn’t sure he hadn’t been dreaming the whole thing. “And this is for ‘Victory in battle’, which, okay I’ll admit that that could be a message considering how much we fight about things, but—”

He cut himself off again, because the meaning of the red poppies could not be mistaken for anything else. Pleasure. He studied the bouquet again, heat rising in his face as understanding dawned on him. “Fucking hell,” he murmured, feeling Pansy’s eyes on him.

He fumbled for the card, which read “Hope you like them as much as I liked mine yesterday, XX Harry.”

“That fucking—” Draco crumpled the card in his hand and turned on his heel to go to his living room, where his Floo was.

“What?” Pansy said, bewildered. “What does it say?”

“It says I’ve been had,” Draco said, throwing a too big pinch of Floo powder into his hearth and spinning off to Potter’s flat.

When he stepped out, dusting himself off, Potter was leaning against the back of an armchair, arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face.

“Did you like the flowers?”

Draco drew himself up to his fullest height, trying as best he could to stare Potter down.

“You—”

Like yesterday, he was annoyingly at a loss for words, but this time, it was out of anger.

Potter tilted his head, eyes glittering, as if he was an innocent puppy waiting for a treat. “I, what?”

“You know of the Victorian flower language.”

Potter’s smile widened, but still with that sweetness to it. “Of course I do, it’s common knowledge.”

“So, you really sent me a bouquet telling me ‘I anticipate you to elope with me and conquer me in pleasure with much energy’?” Draco said, not sure if he should be offended or impressed.

“I was thinking more like ‘I’m anticipating you and me getting out of here so you can tackle me and enthusiastically fuck me cross-eyed,’ but, yeah, I guess your interpretation work as well.”

Draco choked on his own saliva. “So you— Yesterday— You knew— You understood what—”

“That you wanted to tell me ‘fuck you’? Yeah, I did.”

“But—”

Potter scoffed, pushing off the armchair and prowling closer. “Oh, come on, Draco. No one puts that amount of money and effort into sending an elaborate message like that to someone they loathe. Not even you.”

Draco crossed his arms as Potter stepped into his personal space and tilted his head up towards him. “Well, well, Potter. It seems like you have some Slytherin in you, after all.”

“Mmm. Though I have to say, I don’t think I have nearly enough Slytherin in me,” Potter whispered into his ear. “Care to help me change that?”

Draco nodded mutely as his cock gave a twitch.

“Good,” Potter purred. “And just so you know, you’ll call me Harry from now on.”

Following Harry into his bedroom, Draco swallowed any objection he had. “With pleasure.”

#drarry #hd candy hearts fest #prompt: bouquet #victorian flower language #harry potter draco malfoy #hpdm #harry is a little shit #but tbh so is draco #they deserve each other #i imagine at first the rest of their class will be like FINALLY!#until they get bored of the constant arguments #when they realise it's drarry's form of foreplay #andi’s candy hearts #andithielwrites

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scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde · 28 days

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NAH NO ABSOLUTELY NOT TELL MEEE TEEEELLLLL MEEEEEEE WHY I WAS PEACEFULLY SCROLLING TIKTOK AND I SEE ONE COMMENT SECTION FLOOODEEDDD WITH SHIT LIKE "astoria greengrass hate club lol" "astoria haters ⬇️⬇️⬇️" "I can't stand astoria" WHAAATTT WHAT THE FUUCCKK WHAT ARE YOU EVEN ACTUALLY FUCKING TALKING ABOUY WHTA THE VBGAGSJSLW I CANNOT EVEN COMPREHEND WHAT THE FUCK YOU ARE ON ABOUT IM GONNA FUCKINGFHFHFJFUFKM WHAT DO YOU EVEN MEEAAANN SHUT THE FYCK UPP OH MY GOD WHAT WHAT DID SHE EVER DO?????

anywayz number one astoria greengrass defender love her so much I will skin your whole body with my teeth if you try and fuck with her that is MY GIRL <3<3<3

#WHAT ARE THEY EVEN HATING???? THE THREE LINES ABOUT HER WE GET TALKING ABOUT HOW LOVELY SHE IS???? TF???#AT LEAST SOME HAD THE DECENCY TO ADMIT THEY HATE HER JUST BECAUSE SHES WRITTEN SO HORRIBLY IN FANFICS #YEAH CAUSE ALL THE DRACO SUCK UPS NEED TO GET HIS ACTUAL WONDERFUL WIFE OUT THE WAY TO SELF INSERT THEMSELVES AS AN UNRECOGNISIBLE HERMIONE #OR MAKE HIM SOME WEIRD LITTLE DEFENCELESS TWINK THATS BEING FORCED INTO AN ARRANGE MARRIAGE W/ A MEAN EVIL WOMAN SO HARRY CAN COME SAVE HIM #OHHHH YOU GUYS ARE MAKING ME HATE FANFICTION IM SO ANGRY #THIS IS ACTUALLY WHY DISCERNING FANON FROM CANON IS SO IMPORTANT BECAUSE WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK MAN #SHUT UP OH MY GOD #im so mad #ASTORIA GET BEHIND ME 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺#JUST SO YOU KNOW DRACO WOULD HATE ALL OF YOU FOR SAYING THIS SHIT 🗣🗣🗣#this is not directed at any dramione or drarry fans who actually give astoria some sense of justice i dont hate all of you <3 #JUST PEOPLE WHO ARE MEAN TO MY GIRL #astoria greengrass #astoria malfoy #drastoria #hpcc #i cannot comprehend that this angel of a woman HAS HATERS??????#fucking crazy out here bro #harry potter fans are something else oml #i hate tiktok gonna delete my entire account now ive had enough #/j

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miss-grimwood · 8 months

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Notorious - Bellamione

Her parents were notorious for being the two brightest witches of their age. So when Delphi began attending Hogwarts, there were high expectations. Rumours swirled about her - she was born from her mother’s need to preserve her magic ability, foregoing her pure lineage to create a child with the only other witch capable of matching her magical prowess.

It wasn’t true, of course. Delphi knew the real reason her mothers had her - at least, she knew the stories.

According to Hermione, they wanted a child to nurture and love, to shower with affection. They’d been delighted to fall pregnant with her, and adored her ever since they knew she existed.

According to Bellatrix, they were hammered and forgot to cast the charm. A playful tease, but the way her mum blushed told her there may be a hint of truth to the story.

And if she asked her cousins, she was found wandering the streets and tried to take her to the authorities to be dealt with, but she was too annoying, so they had to keep her. Charming.

Certainly not true, but they’d said it enough when she was young to make her cry and earn themselves a scolding.

@sapphicmicrofics

#bellatrix lestrange #hermione granger #bellamione #delphi #parenting #draco and nymphadora are little shits #double drabble #<500 words #microfic #mummy bella month

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floshav · 1 year

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yearning for you pt.2

pairings: regulus black x fem!reader

read pt 1 here

warnings: bullying, mean draco, Regulus in the lightning era, sorta modern au cuz of phones, crying, fighting, Reader getting belittled, Snape showing a lil more emotion than he ever would, slight Self harm towards reader.

word count: 2k +

Y/n just can't seem to make anything any better.

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School was most definitely a bitch again. At least that was the excuse that kept her going for the whole week.

Constant late night calls with regulus finding comfort in his liquid smooth voice. Constant glares shot back and forth at the dining hall where they both sat at different tables so close yet so far. The tension between the two that had been created in less than 10 days was concerning. Even when they've never really hung out together in real life after the incident a week ago.

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"Hey drangea.." Regulus said voice raspy on call

It was around 4AM and the two had been chatting away for the last 4 hours when y/n decided she couldn't sleep.

"Hmm, yea?" Y/n said sleepily as she shifted in her sheets

"I think you most definitely can fall asleep now." He chuckled showing his irregular 2 front teeth which y/n loved so much.

"Yea...But question is... do i want to?" y/n yawned clearly tired

"You do. Speaking of which, i have a question.." Regulus hesitantly inquired eyes now wider than before

"Hm T'is the matter?"

"Would you like to sit with me at breakfast tomorrow?"Regulus started off slow knowing she hated the prospect of an activity which could dart eyes all over her.

"L-like together face to face in the great hall?"

"Yea drangea, what else would i be referring to." Regulus barked out a laugh at her stupidness

"Y-yea! totally should i come to you or-?"

"Nah, i'll come to you."

All the sleep had dissipated from her face. Y/n was scared. She knew draco and heather would be near where she usually sat and she couldn't bare the idea of Draco seeing someone else with her for some reason. Not to mention the fact that Daria had moved on so suavely to a new group of friends. So why was she enclosing herself into this chamber of miserable torture. She was allowed to experience nice things, and regulus being her friend was definitely something she wanted people to know about.

"okay! perfect. See you tomorrow?" Regulus cheered with a goofy smile on his face

"Yea. See you reggie." Y/n breathed with a small smile feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness bloom in her chest. Okay maybe not a mixture but impurities of excitement and 99% nervousness.

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The covered sun had awoken y/n from her not so deep slumber. It was a gloomy day and y/n felt a pit of joy grow within her. These semi rainy days were definitely her favourite in the uk, though it was everyday usually, as of lately the sun had been a little too bright for her liking so today was going to be perfect. So she thought to herself quietly.

She woke up, her groggy mind fogged with the thought of having to sit with Regulus during breakfast which was in.... of course, 20 minutes. She swore she never woke up this late, why today out of all days universe?

After putting on her best smelling perfume which was of a scent called "lions domain" ( she still has no idea why it's called that ) she felt.... not so confident as ever like the perfume had advertised to make people feel.

What bullshit marketing y/n thought to herself before pacing her way down the spiral staircase.

She got used to the physical loneliness, especially since Daria had been her only friend in hogwarts ever since they were 11. It shattered her already broken heart into more minuscule pieces knowing Daria moved on so easily and yet she couldn't. What was wrong with her?

She tried to not think much of it as time grew shorter with each longing step she strode.

There he was, gorgeous black waves framing his defined cheekbones. His pretty eyes locked on whatever he was currently picking at. The one loose strand of hair effortlessly dangling on the crease of his eyebrow. The sight alone made y/n's heart jump like a mad man. But of course, the feeling she was feeling wasn't only because of regulus' killer looks, but because Draco and Heather were seemingly whispering whatever the hell to each-other whilst staring back at Regulus occasionally.

It's not like Regulus and y/n had been so close to a point where if anyone did anything to piss the other off, they'd probably be sorry. Yet, why was y/n feeling a growth of anger and destruction bloom in her chest? Draco who once looked like a fallen angel in her eyes, suddenly grew to look like satans spawn.

Just as y/n hopes to slither in without anyone noticing, Regulus caught guard of her and shouted a quick greeting.

Ugh. Reggie why. Why!!

"Y/n! Finally. Merlin what took you so long."

Why was he in this god awful cheery mood? She thought to herself

They were definitely complete opposites. As her favourite muggle artist once said, he was sunshine she was midnight rain.

"What? you took hormone pills or something this morning? What's got you so cheery"

"n'thin was just looking forward to seeing you" Regulus said with a twinge of sadness in his tone covered by a honey warm smile

"I was looking forward to seeing you too Reggie." Y/n sensed the signals she was sending him, and tried to tone down her bitch-e-ness

"It's great to finally see your face, not so....."

"...Pixelated?" y/n laughed before eyeing the food regulus had been mindlessly pushing around

"Hey eat your toast, you're gonna need it to fuel your talkative vocal cords." Y/n smiled whilst lightly rolling her eyes

"Yea, yea i will mom" regulus deadpanned with a fake smile

"Oi, what're you doing hanging out with a freak?"

Here it was. Just as everything was going fine, something, just something had to go south.

"What'd you say ferret?" Y/n barked back sick and tired of his bullshit

"The hell you call me?"

"Ferret. Ferret, ferret, ferret" y/n repeated just to spite him

"Y/n he's not worth it, c'mon." Regulus said now standing up.

Merlin. He was definitely a good few inches taller than draco, making the situation look even worst for the blonde boy.

The attention turned towards Regulus hot and boiling.

"You're not worth it, considering even your brother left you. What a shame." Draco yapped whilst chuckling at his own stupidity

"Alright that's about where I draw the line."

Were regulus' final words before shoving Draco clamouring into a table, metal spoons and goblets splashing aimlessly.

"Regulus, he's not worth it!" this time it was her warning him (ironically).

"The fuck?" Regulus panted as Draco attempted to shove him back. pathetically

"You would never live up to be as brave as your brother anyway." shove "He'll always be the better one for moving away from your god awful house"

"Don't you dare talk about Sirius!" The subject was clearly sensitive to Regulus as he punched Draco in the face almost missing by a beat.

By now a scene had formed around the trio, all chanting 'fight fight fight!' As Regulus continued to beat the already bloodied Draco. Let's be honest, Draco was all talk no game. So he definitely didn't have the upper hand here.

"What's the commotion?" The voice of a stern and deep yet unbothered professor slurred

By now professor snape had seen his two dearest slytherin boys getting all bloodied and bruised up like little children fighting over who played with what toy. (Except even children were more civilised than whatever this is.)

"Draco! Regulus!" He sternly yelled. The amount of anger flooding his tone was surprising to say the least.

"Or should i say little boys!" He yelled even fiercer

"This behaviour... is the type of a muggles school!" The crowd gasped

The crowd went silent, eyes darting from one another, waiting for the next ripple to send the stream into action. But there was a familiar face that sent y/n's mind into anything but silence. Daria. Oh how she missed Daria.

"N-no! It was y/n. She provoked them." The silence had to be diminished by a voice dripping in fake innocence. Heather.

"Oh really..."

"Y/n is this-"

Y/n was tired.

"No. No it really wasn't. C'mon professor, you really believe this yellow haired dog?"

"The hell you call me freak?" Heather yelled before stomping over, but was quickly stopped by Regulus' lean strong arm.

"Don't you fucking move a step towards her."

"Language!" Snape yelled even more furious than the last two times.

"Y/n, This is no way to go about school! Yes we are all tired and sick of life sometimes, you're not any different. So stop being the provoker of all these.... these horrible things!" Snape took his last breath before grabbing the arms of the two boys whilst stomping off into an unbeknownst direction.

Stupid bitch. y/n blamed herself whilst clutching her fists until a tiny pop of blood started to work its way out, slowly making its way to the ground as gravity does.

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Even though worried to the worst sickness there was on planet earth, she sat there. All alone with the breeze tangled up in her hair. It was the same spot she'd stumbled across Regulus in. The same dim dark rooftop looking off into oblivion. You could imagine it was merlin's hell type of cold, yet she still sat there, wondering why everything she was involved with always had to link back to something bad.

Eveytime something good happened, it was evident something bad was going to eventually follow. Just like rain. One could love it, yet it was evident sunlight was bound to appear again.

Sigh

She thought back to earlier today, how she remembered seeing Daria's face in the crowd. Her face disgusted and frightened, as if it wasn't her best friend facing the girl who took away her once man. She grimaced at the thought of Daria. It brought back too much pain remembering how the old Daria would stand up for her.

Creak

Y/n whipped her head around to be faced with a tired yet worried Regulus. There was 'wizards' brand plaster littered all over his face. His nose, his eyebrows, his lips. Was it wrong for her to think that he looked really good right now?

"Regulus." Y/n sighed before helping herself up

They both stood there in silence, not the comfortable type but the type where there was something, just something lingering in the air.

"Y/n.." He said with a small soft smile played on his lips, before that soft smile turned into a small fit of laughter. Not the mocking kind, but the kind that spoke did that really just happen?

Y/n quickly joined in before running into Regulus' embrace. The thought had grazed her mind a couple times, what it'd feel like to be held by him, to be touched by him.... to be loved by him.

It felt weird at first, i mean they've only known each-other for a week or so, yet the feeling was comfortable way faster than it would be with anyone else.

"Drangea... H-hey look at me." Regulus whispered eyes glossy as if he just cried a river of sorrow.

"Yes? Did we finally get justice? Did draco finally get, anything? Just anything to punish him?" Y/n said with pleading eyes, searching his as if they had an answer

"No. I-i." Regulus sighed

"I got suspended for a month." He finally let out

At this point they weren't in a hug anymore, but they were inches away from eachother... inches, yet it felt like miles.

"What?!"

"Yea. Cruel huh? This school."

"Now this school is actually being a bitch!"

He chuckled

"It always has been. Can you imagine? The first time we properly try to hang out and all this shit happens."

"Y-yea." She looked down

"I-i'm sorry. i'm- i'm just like this bad luck charm y'know? every time i'm involved with something, it always goes south" Y/n said with tears starting to fog up her vision. She tried to hide it, but she miserably failed.

"Hey! No. Don't you ever fucking say that. Merlin y/n. You are not a bad luck charm." He sighed a long sad sigh, wishing she knew her own worth.

"It's okay. I-i gotta go." Y/n sniffled before running out the door Regulus had just entered in a frenzied rush.

"W-Wha-" Regulus tried to say before dropping it knowing she wouldn't be here to hear it.

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Ohohoho.... cliff hanger lol only because if i write anymore, i'm gonna end up with like 5k words 😭 I promise to post pt.3 this week though! Thank u to the two that requested a part 2 love u💓 hahah

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