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suugarbabe · 8 months

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heyy! you're one of my fav angst writers so I was wondering if you could write a mattheo riddle x reader fic where Mattheo enjoys making reader jealous so reader goes out if her way to make mattheo jealous which ends in confessions and perhaps a smutty ending/ fluffy ending? Whatever you see fit! Thank youuuu~

(1) thank you sooo much, if I could I would just write all day long, I'm so glad you like what I put out there

(2) I loooove a jealous Teo 😊; here you go love x

warnings: angst, mentions of drinking, oral (f!receiving)

word count: 1.9k

18+ MDNI!! be aware of the content you consume, do not read if you are a minor.

“You know if you glare any harder, you might bore a hole through the man,” Pansy’s comment did nothing to stray your eyes away from the scene in front of you. “Yeah, well he deserves it, he’s doing this shit on purpose. It’s like he gets off on making me jealous.” You watched as Mattheo continued to shamelessly flirt with the Hufflepuff girl seated next to him. She was a giggling mess at basically anything he was saying, “He’s not that funny, she’s being obnoxious.” Pansy snorted at your comment, simply shaking her head. It was when Mattheo tucked a loose strand behind her ear that you felt like your brain was short-circuiting. Pansy saw the look on your face, then followed your eyes to Mattheo and the girl, “Oh he’s in for it now isn’t he.” You let out a huff of frustration, closing your textbook and leaving the classroom.

In your dorm room you were getting ready for the party your house was throwing tonight. Typically you dressed a little more relaxed for parties your house hosts because it’s more homey to you, but tonight you were going full on vixen. You opted for a black mini dress, skin tight and hugging all the right places. You paired it with emerald green heels, a gold necklace adorned with an emerald stone and a gold snake bracelet. You allowed Pansy to do your hair and makeup, making your eyes pop and leaving your hair down your back in bouncing waves, just like you knew your boyfriend liked.

However, he was barely going to touch you tonight. Not until you allowed him to anyway. This morning he fucked around, tonight he was going to find out. When you and Pansy entered the party it was in full swing. You spotted your group of boys in the back corner, and Merlin if Mattheo didn’t look amazing. But you took a deep breath, centering yourself. No matter how good he looked, you had to stick to your plan. Pansy bounced over to Draco, throwing her arms around him and greeting him with a big kiss to his cheek. It was obvious the boys had been drinking for a while before you both got there simply by the reaction Draco had, which was a big smile and giggle.

You walked to the group a little slower. When you approached them, Mattheo’s eyes grew wide. You could see him looking you up and down and you did your best to appear unbothered by this. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, you just hummed in return. He met your eyes, “Something wrong, princess?” You put on a big smile, “No, Teo, nothing is wrong. Why did you do something you shouldn’t have?” He raised an eyebrow at you questioningly, “Erm, no..?” Your mouth fell to a tight line, how could he be so oblivious, or was he still playing the game from earlier? You decided it was your turn now, and glanced around your circle of friends for the perfect accomplice.

Besides your boyfriend, Enzo was your favorite boy in the group. He was always so cheerful, smile plastered on his face regardless of the situation. He was a cute guy, always having his own gaggle of girls following him around, but he never really entertained it. He always seemed more interested in quidditch or parties. When he saw you looking at him his smile grew wider, “Y/n, you look, wow.” You giggled, “Thank you, Enzo, that’s very kind.” If possible his smile grew wider as he took another sip of his drink. Mattheo went to place his hand on your waist possessively, but you pushed him off, instead walking up to Enzo, “You wanna dance with me, Enzo?” Enzo’s eyes flicked to Mattheo but you grabbed hold of Enzo’s jaw, pulling him down to face you, “Please, Enzie, you know Teo never dances with me and I wanna have fun tonight.” You put on your best pout, looking up through your lashes.

You saw his shoulders slack, indicating that you had convinced him. You bounced on your toes, clapping your hands together. You knew the hem on your dress was riding up as you did so, and you could feel Mattheo’s eyes boring a hole in your back. You grabbed Enzo’s hand that wasn’t holding his drink and dragged him to the middle of the dance floor, ignoring any protests you heard from Mattheo as you passed. He looked over at Pansy, eyebrows nearly to the ceiling. Pansy held her hands up in defense, “Maybe if you’re lonely you can ask that Hufflepuff girl to dance?” Mattheo’s lips slowly turned into a smirk, realizing now the game you were playing at.

Once near the middle of the dance floor, you turned your back to Enzo, swaying your hips and grinding against him. He free hand held firm to your waist as you snaked an arm up and around his neck. He let your bodies move against each other before enlightening you, “I know what you’re doing, y/n/n.” You turn to face him, wrapping your hands behind his neck, still dancing with your body pressed to his, “You mean just dancing with one of my best guy friends?” Enzo rolled his eyes, “I know you’re using me as a ploy to make Mattheo jealous. Don’t worry though…” He leaned in closer, whispering against your ear, “He’s been a dick on the quidditch pitch all week so I’ll play along. We can give him a little show if you want.” You nodded your head quickly, then Enzo went straight to work.

As the next song came on Enzo grabbed hold of your waist, fingers dancing just above the curve of your ass. As the beat of the song got stronger, Enzo slotted his leg between yours, guiding you to essentially grind on his thigh. The song was barely a minute in before you felt another arm wrap around your waist and lift you away from your dancing partner. You didn’t even panic, you knew who it was and the way he talked to Enzo had warmth rushing to the pit of your stomach, “I don’t know what the fuck game you’re playing at Lorezno but it’s over.” Enzo held his hands up, “Listen, mate, she asked me to dance. Who am I to tell her no?” Mattheo grumbled some form of ‘fuck you’ back to him as he carried you to the edge of the dance floor and towards the stairs leading up to the dorms.

“Exactly where are we going? I’m not done dancing, nor drinking. There’s like the whole night left to party,” You were struggling against Matteo’s grip now, which only tightened with your fighting. “Oh, you’re done with the party, princess. You wanted to act like a little slut with my friend, well now I’m going to treat you like a slut.” You gasped as he threw you down on his bed, “Excuse me, sir, but Enzo is my friend too. And I wasn’t acting like a slut…we were just dancing.” Mattheo rolled his eyes, pushing you back on to the bed and crawling over you. He dipped his head in the crook of your neck, nipping at the skin making you gasp, “You don’t dance like that with my friends.”

He nipped and sucked at the skin of your neck, “O-our friend.” You barely got the words out, Mattheo’s hands trailing down your sides and playing with the hem of your dress. “Do you want our friend to be here right now because if you’d rather he help you out,” Mattheo dragged his middle finger up your clothed center, “I’m sure he’d kill to feel how wet he got you.” You tried to buck your hips towards him, tried to gain any friction possible, “N-not for him, all for you T-Teo.” He hummed, trailing his lips up your neck and along your jaw, “F’me, hmm? But you’ve barely been by me all night.” He was toying with you now, thumb drawing circles over your bundle of nerves, not nearly applying the pressure you needed. You shook your head, “Only was thinking of you, wanted, ah, wanted to make you jealous.”

Mattheo hooks his fingers around the band of your panties, dragging them down agonizingly slow. You tug at the sides of your dress, allowing it to bunch up around your waist, “You wanting me to do something, love?” Mattheo looks up at you, eyes dancing with deviance. You tangle your fingers in his hair, “Need you, Teo.” He growled lowly at the wine in your tone, “What do you need from me, princess? Use your words.” You tugged at his curls, “Mouth, need your mouth on me.” He toys with you now, laying on his stomach, smoothing his palms up your legs, squeezing the flesh of your thighs before placing a kiss to each one, “Here?”

You buck your hips toward him, causing him to flatten a palm against your hip, keeping you still. Without warning he flattens his tongue, licking a stripe up your center. You let out a choked gasp, head falling back against the pillow, “Oh, there? Is that what you want, princess?” You open your mouth to respond when he does it again, this time pressing his thumb down on your clit as he does so. “Loss for words now, hmm? But you were talking such a big game earlier.” You want to glare at him, to tell him to fuck off but the way his mouth feels on you is pure bliss.

Your nails scratch on his scalp and the growl he releases sends vibrations straight to your core. He grips your thighs tighter, surely causing bruises but in the moment you can’t get yourself to care. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking hard as he plunges three fingers knuckle deep into you. Your back arches off the bed, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Teo, don’t stop, please.”

You can feel the smirk on his face as he works his fingers just slightly faster, the knot in the pit of your stomach becoming tighter with each curl, each lick, each twist. Your hips roll against in face, grip tightening in his hair until you’re practically using him, riding his tongue and chasing your high and the feeling gets tighter and tighter and then the rubber band snaps, your mouth drops open and a chorus of praises mixed with his name leave your mouth. And he lets your ride it out on his tongue, on his fingers, but even when you begin to settle he doesn’t stop. He pushes against the sensitive nerves and you feel like you’re going to black out from the pleasure as he demands a second release from you before you can even stop it, not that you would even want to at this point. As you catch your breath you chance a look down at him between your thighs, catch him rub a thumb across his lips, gathering your arousal and sucking it off. You smile at him and he just grins at you, a lovestruck look on his face, “If this is my punishment I’m gonna have to make you jealous more often.” You were teasing, but slightly serious. Mattheo crawls over you, face hovering just above yours now, “Oh darling, I’m just getting started.”

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle one shot #mattheo riddle angst #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle x you

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swottydoodler · 4 months

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POV: Draco forgets who he is for a moment and one of the first things he does is fall in love with Hermione, despite what his housemates say about her. On the other hand, Theo thinks it'll be a good idea to encourage Draco to ask her out. So he does😗😗

She hears him before she sees him. By now she knows what he sounds like, but today seems different.

Turning to face the sleazy ferret, she's surprised when met by a bouquet of roses.

Behind is—even more shocking—a blushing Draco Malfoy.

"H-hello," he stutters and her brain short-circuits. "Forgive my intrusion, but I was wondering if-if I could have you with me?"

What?

"What?" She voices faintly, though he still hears.

"S-sorry, I mean— It's just... you're really... pretty, and I wanted to know if you'd want to be with me—"

Hermione stops listening. Around them, people watch, not for the spectacle, but to poke fun at her. Laughing at how, for once, a boy is actually interested in her.

And not just any boy. Draco Pureblood Malfoy.

At that, she snaps. The blush she acquired when he called her pretty turned to one of embarrassment and increased in shade because instead of growing angry, she tears up in sorrow.

Malfoy had gone too far.

"...would you mind accompanying me on a stroll," is what she hears next right before she finds her voice.

"Can you stop?" Each of her words crack and Malfoy's loving smile and flowers drop at the sight of her tears.

Then he comes near. Nearer than he ever did.

"I'm sorry!” He rushes to apologise. His arms are open like he wants to hug her. "I didn't mean to offend! I-I—"

No other explanation follows but he sounds as if he feels her pain and genuinely wants her to stop crying.

She scoffs inwardly. He was getting too good at lying.

Seeing as she's been shamed enough, and not wanting to cry in front of an audience, she pushes Malfoy to the side and runs, ignoring the sea of teasing "Ooooh"s by the crowd and the blonde git's pleas for her to wait.

#dramione #dramione fanart #draco malfoy #hermione granger #dramione fanfic #when Draco Malfoy is not Draco Malfoying #I love them memory loss tropes

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blackcathjp · 3 months

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love fics where draco discovers harry has a praise kink. they'll be making out or something when draco mumbles a compliment like, "you feel so good, you're doing so well for me." which makes harry's brain short circuit and go fuzzy, letting out extremely turned on whimpers against draco's lips while his hips stutter and grind harder against draco.

draco's eyes widening in response, realizing, "oh, my sweet little thing. you like it when i say you're being good for me, huh? look at you, you're shaking, so sweet, so hot. fuck, you're mine, all mine."

harry just combusts from the sweet praise, which is barely even dirty talk, but it feels much sweeter and hotter, making him come untouched, babbling, "yes, i'm yours, all yours draco, fuck."

harry loves draco's voice so much. so voice + praise kink = a very hot and turned on harry. he also likes complimenting draco because he gets so flustered and stutters more, trying to act like he's unaffected but his skin hides nothing - it's a dead giveaway with how pink his ears and cheeks turn.

but harry gets so much hotter underneath, and even more when draco's so mindlessly overcome with pleasure that he can't stop talking.

in conclusion: harry has a huge praise + voice kink, draco likes sharing (and making harry beg him to talk). sometimes, draco purposefully keeps quiet, only moans and grunts, but harry wants more, begging, "please please, i wanna hear you, please draco, i'm being good for you right 🥺🥹?"

draco smirks. he's so easy.

#when i say harry deserves to be RAILED and reduced into a needy little mess #i mean this!!#draco's a talker and sometimes harry wants to shut him up #and sometimes harry wants him to not stop and keep calling him 'sweet' or 'darling'#im a vehement believer in drarry calling e/o sweet pet names #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry smut #drarry fics #drarry headcanons #writing #mature

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draco-dormiens · 1 year

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Sixteen

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

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Chapter Sixteen - The Night of the Ball

Saturday was met with pure excitement.

You woke to the sound of adrenaline filled conversations and girls running from dorm to dorm to show off their outfits. The thundering noise of running feet and squeals eventually stirred you from your prolonged slumber. Sitting up, you rub the sleep from your eyes to see the time on your bedside clock read 11:03am.

"Oh jeez," you mumble to yourself, "I missed breakfast."

Stretching, you throw the warm duvet from your legs and swing them off the side, expecting to be met with the wooden floor. Your feet collide with a box, and your still hazy mind short circuits for a second. It's wrapped in a blue ribbon, a card nestled between the bow at the top.

"Huh?" you sound, reaching down to retrieve it from the ground. How it got there was a mystery, unless Luna had placed it conveniently next to your bed. You take the card from the ribbon and open it, to read neatly curved writing that said:

and blue it shall be. see you at 7 in the common room. E x

Your eyes widen. The only E you are aware of is Edward, so this package must be from him, which only makes your stomach drop. Quickly you scramble to untie the ribbon and remove the box lid, rummaging through the pink tissue paper to be met with a sight that almost made you choke on nothing.

"Merlin above," you mutter, taking the blue fabric you knew so well between your fingers and carefully lifting it before you. The dress from Gladrags Wizardwear, in all its silky, blue glory, was folded amongst the tissue paper. You scoff in amazement, unsure what to think about the gesture after knowing the price tag. There was only one person with you that day, so Hermione must have told him. Did he ask her? Did he just guess? So many thoughts your mind started to feel even hazier. You take it from its box and place it over your body, looking at yourself in the floor length mirror. A smile creeps across your face, even though you had no idea how to thank him for such a gift. You stare at it for a long while, tracing the lines of it with your fingers.

"I could return it and give him the money back," you ponder, "or I could just accept it as a nice gesture and not feel guilty about it..."

Your stomach then grumbled furiously, bringing you back to the room. It was almost twelve in the afternoon now, so in order to seize as much of the day before the ball, you bundle the first clothes you see and head for the showers. You replay in your mind how you were to thank Edward, do you just show up in a dress worth Galleons or do you acknowledge it beforehand? It bothered you the entire way to the kitchen for leftovers. As you reach the lower floors of the castle, you catch a whiff of the remaining smell of delicious breakfast foods, enticing your legs to move faster towards the kitchen entrance. Upon entering, you see the tables full of foil covered plates and jugs of pumpkin juice. Starving, you begin peeling back the foil to see pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and blueberry muffins. You help yourself, the house elves would rather you eat it than it go to waste. So engrossed in your munching, you didn't really register when the door squeaked open.

"Y/N?"

You turn, teeth still sunk into a muffin, to see Draco stood there. Quickly you remove the cake from your mouth and wipe your lips on the back of your sleeve.

"Draco," you mumble, "Hi."

"Hi," he says, cautiously walking over to where you were stood, "I, uh, don't usually see anyone down here at this time."

"You come down here after meals?" you ask him curiously, taking another huge bite from the muffin. He nods in response, taking one for himself. He peels back the casing, before indulging in the soft sponge with a satisfied hum. It's quiet for a while as you both eat, unsure what to say to lift the ever present awkwardness between the two of you now. Draco is the first to speak.

"So, uh, I guess I should apologise for being an arse the other night."

You wipe your hands on a nearby napkin.

"Yeah, you probably should," you say, looking at the napkin intently to avoid having to look directly at him. You'd forgive him in a heartbeat if you did.

"I just wasn't expecting to see you with-"

"Someone else?"

You break your own rule and make eye contact with him. He's staring back at you with an intensity, clearly annoyed about something he has no right to be annoyed about.

"I never said that."

"But that's why you were rude to Edward, isn't it?" you challenge, "because I was with him?"

Draco's jaw clenches. He feels bad about it, but yeah, he was annoyed.

"Just sudden, is all," he then mutters, reaching for another muffin. You scoff.

"Well, I'm not dating him if that's what you think," you spell out for him harshly, and Draco doesn't dare look in your direction, "I don't know what you take me for, Draco, but I'm not Pansy Parkinson."

You turn away from him, back to fiddling with your napkin. It's quiet again. Draco is picking at his muffin now, suddenly losing his appetite immensely. The tension is so thick you could spread it on toast and serve it.

"So, uh, you're not, like, seeing him?" Draco sort of mumbles, but you hear him loud and clear.

"No," you sigh, "but I am going to the ball with him tonight."

"Seriously?" Draco shoots you a disapproving look. It boils your blood.

"Is that an issue?" you ask, and he just sulks, huffing to himself.

"Not at all," he says, but it certainly sounds like an issue, "go with who you want."

"I hardly think it can be an issue when it was your decision to stop meeting one another," you then tell him, forcefully shoving your napkin into the bin, "this isn't my doing."

"Like you need to remind me," Draco mutters solemnly. You don't want to argue with him, but the ever growing distance between you is causing friction when you do speak to one another. And now this with Edward seems to have really grinded his gears. You let out a heavy, sad sigh.

"I don't think you have the right to be annoyed," you say, making your way towards the door, "but I get it. I'm guilty of it too."

"You are?" he said, stopping you in your tracks. You turn to face him one last time.

"If I am or not, it doesn't change anything. We'll be forever dancing in circles. That's just how the universe wishes us to be."

He has a longing look in his eyes. You wish to quell the demons that rage inside him and save his soul from his families clutches, but the further you get from him, the more you realise that you are just not that person. You give him a sad smile before turning back to the door, when his voice speaks out.

"I'm taking Astoria," he confesses to you, and your heart drops to the pit of your stomach, "I just think you should know before tonight, that's all."

"Right," you breathe, "I can't say I'm surprised."

You left before he could say anymore, feeling tears sting the corners of your eyes as you make your way back above ground. He was left melancholy in the kitchen, caught between the selfish but elated feeling that you too were experiencing the sting of jealousy, and the growing guilt he feels for another life he has managed to taint. The rest of the muffin is discarded in the bin, along with any hope of keeping you in his life somehow.

As the evening drew in, the dormant nerves in your stomach started to swirl. You drew out the last finishing touches to your look, hoping that time wasn't moving as fast as it was, but the clock almost read 7:00pm.

Edward would be waiting in the common room by now, you imagine. After leaving the kitchen in a state, you made your way to Gryffindor tower in hopes to find Hermione. To your luck she was home, busy helping Ginny make some last minute alterations to her dress. When she appeared through the portrait hole, her expression immediately became concerned.

"What's happened?" she rushed to say, placing her hands on your arms. The comfort of her being near caused the damn to break, and the tears just wouldn't stop coming. She led you inside to her dorm room, locking the door behind you both. From there you proceeded to tell her everything, from the dress, to the card, to Draco and Astoria.

"I didn't tell Edward anything about the dress," she goes on to say, passing you tissues, "even if he had asked me, I knew you wouldn't want someone buying that for you. And as for Malfoy, he has some serious audacity to be the tiniest bit annoyed."

She always knew how to make you feel better, even when you didn't think anything could. After a long talk and a whole pack of tissues, the weight felt much lighter on your shoulders. Hermione told you to try and enjoy yourself, and that however Edward found out about the dress, he wouldn't have bought if he didn't have the money. "He must want you to wear it," she had said, "and you'll look amazing. Just accept the kind gesture. It's not like he'll take it back."

Now you were staring at yourself with the dream dress on your figure, hair done and makeup complete. You wished there was something that would make you feel the excitement everyone else seemed to be experiencing, but it simply wasn't coming to you. You check the clock again, and your stomach hits the floor.

It's time.

Grabbing your jacket and purse, you head towards the common room, passing excited groups of girls making their way downstairs. As you enter the common room, you look around to find Edward when you feel a hand on your shoulder.

"Evening," he says smoothly, "you look divine."

So did he. His tie matched your dress, and so did the handkerchief in his pocket. He was smiling down at you with a glint in his eyes, a look you had seen before in a different pair.

"Thank you," you breathe, and smile, "and so do you, Edward. You look lovely."

His grin gets wider, holding out his arm for you. "Ready?" he says softly, and you loop your arm in his, allowing him to escort you to the Great Hall. Along the way you see students and classmates, either with friends or a date, their faces a picture of pure delight. It lifted your spirits to see the halls filled with such happiness. From time to time you could feel the lingering stares, knowing it was because of who you were holding onto. You glance up at him.

Just enjoy it, you tell yourself.

Upon entering the hall you were met by teachers, all dressed in their best for the occasion. Professor McGonagall greeted you both at the door, a house elf offering a sparkling drink. Edward takes one for the both of you, and you sip it to taste notes of apple and pear. Several long tables are lined with delicious food and mouth watering desserts. Elves wander around with trays of drinks, some couples are dancing to the gentle music the orchestra is playing and the guests from outside of Hogwarts are mingling from table to table. The hall was decorated to the nines, streamers of gold and white across the beams and twinkling lights dotted the dark ceiling. Candles lit the tables, the sparkle from the dresses catching the dim light as people twirled together. It was a wonderful sight.

"Would you like to dance?" Edward offers you his hand, and you begin to feel a little hot in the face. You hadn't danced in so long, you were afraid you might have forgotten how to. Edward senses your hesitation, and then leans in to whisper, "I've got you, don't worry."

You allow him to guide you, his hands taking your waist, your arms finding place around his neck. He smelt incredible, the music drifting across the room as you gentle swayed.

"I should thank you for the dress," you break the silence, "you really didn't have to."

"Oh, but I did," he chuckled lightly, "I wanted you to feel as beautiful as you are."

That had you flustered. You smile and look away instantly, but two fingers press under your chin, bringing your line of vision back to him. Your heart is thundering, but it's a feeling of wanting to run, as if you're doing something wrong. He's looking at you so intently, thumb brushing across your chin. You feel hot, but not in a nervous way, in a suffocating way.

"You know," he whispers, "I really didn't think you'd say yes."

"Huh?" you sound.

"Well, after running into Malfoy the other night, I thought you might have history," he then says, and your entire body tenses at the name, "but, if you said yes to me, then I guess I was wrong."

"You were," you quickly say, swallowing thickly, "Draco is an old friend."

Just then, as if you had summoned him, he enters the hall with Astoria on his arm. At first you don't notice, too consumed by Edwards clear advances.

"Do you want another drink?" Edward asks, breaking the intimate hold he had on you. You nod with your best smile, and he leaves momentarily. You make your way off the dance floor, just wanting to breathe and have some space, when you finally spot him.

It was like the whole world stopped, and it was just you and them in a empty room. Everything else went quiet. They waltzed in, Draco's award winning smile charming the teachers and Astoria's hand firmly around his arm. She's wearing green. Just as you thought she would. Draco's tie matches. His hair is neat and tidy, his suit a dark grey. He looks incredible. So does she. You find yourself staring, and in that moment, like a punch to your gut, you realise many things all at once.

You were not in their league. You are not a pureblood witch. Green is not your colour. Draco is not yours. He never was. Astoria is better. She walks beside him like she belongs there. Draco is a far away as he is close. He is not yours.

Your feet move before you, but a hand stops you. It's Hermione, she's smiling until she sees the distress on your face. "What's wrong?" she says, but it's almost like everything is in slow motion, your vision blurry and head a mess. Edward then returns, a look of concern on his face also, when you finally snap out of your trance.

"Y/N?" he says gently, "are you alright? Do you need some air?"

"I'm fine," you breathe deeply, mustering up a smile, "just got a little hot, is all. Thank you for the drink. Edward, this is Hermione, I'm not sure you've met."

You take a big gulp of the drink Edward passes to you, and Hermione shakes your dates hand and compliments his outfit. Your eyes wander over to Draco once again, now chatting away to one of the guests, no doubt a family friend. Astoria is laughing alongside him, leaning into his frame and resting her head on his shoulder. You feel physically sick, until Hermione turns to speak.

"Have you tried the food?" she says enthusiastically, "it's delicious, they even have your favourite cake."

"How nice," you smile, but Hermione isn't buying your facade. Edward seems to be, which is the only thing that really matters, "shall we go and look, Edward?"

He agrees wholeheartedly. Hermione goes to say something, no doubt to ask to speak with you, but soon swallows her words. She smiles, and then excuses herself to speak to Professor Slughorn who had just wandered in. Once at the food laid tables, your stomach churns at the thought of eating, when Edward offers you a delicious looking slice of cake. You pick at it, listening to him talk about everything and nothing. You make small inputs, nodding your head or occasionally making a sound of agreement. He doesn't seem to sense the tension.

Just across the hall stands Draco, with Astoria on his arm still, running her fingers up and down his forearm affectionately. The gesture makes him feel uneasy as one of his parents acquaintances talk at him about their business and how 'wonderful it would be to employ a Malfoy someday.' He does as his mother had taught him; you smile, look enthusiastic and never, ever show how disinterested you really are. His eyes keep finding you, and the sour taste in his mouth intensifies each time Chambers hands touch your body. It makes his blood feel like fire in his veins. You look so good he's almost jealous of anyone who approaches you. Draco doesn't think he's ever felt fury like it, and when Chambers leans in to whisper against your ear he abruptly ends the conversation and detaches Astoria from his arm.

He ignores the girls call to him, making a beeline towards where you were standing. Chambers arm was now around your waist, but you make no sudden moves. Then you laugh, and it's so sweet he could drown in the sound of it. Almost there, you're within a reach of his hand, when the music suddenly changes and Astoria catches up to him.

"Where are you going?" she speaks over the louder music, "it's the main dance, c'mon."

She takes his hand. Draco turns back to see you had retreated, possibly towards the dance floor as well. Couples begin to twirl and spin, the dance floor now littered with warm bodies and rosey cheeks. His focus is elsewhere, eyes frantically trying to find you. Astoria's hand guides his eyes back to her, pulling him against her frame as he automatically begins to dance. It's been driven into his system so much that his feet move without his brain telling them to. Edward had made a snarky comment about Professor Binns, and you couldn't help but chuckle before his gentle hands guided you towards the floor for the main event. Once again your arms rested around his shoulders, his hands securely at your waistline as he effortlessly glided around the room. He was focused on you, his eyes never leaving yours as the swift movements of the dance transport you to another place, the feeling of flying as your dress floats around your body, taking over your senses. You felt at ease dancing with him, but at the same time all wrong. As the music begins to slow, he pulls you back into him, gazing down at you with that same glint in his eyes.

"You, Y/N Y/L/N, are truly breathtaking," he compliments, and suddenly you have no idea what to do, as he closes the gap between you. His lips are an inch from yours seconds before you push him away, his face a look of pure shock. You're stood in the middle of the dance floor, heart pounding against your chest.

"I can't," you say, backing away through the crowd, "I'm so sorry, I can't."

It doesn't take long before you're rushing out the hall, gaining the attention of Hermione who swiftly follows in your direction, but also the boy who had been searching the sea of dancing students for you. Draco races after Hermione, desperate for a chance to stop her. He follows her with haste out into the cold corridor, ignoring the fact he had just left Astoria confused on the dance floor. Just as a reaches her, he takes her wrist, causing the brunette to spin and face him.

"Please," he pants, a frown forming on her face the moment her eyes land on him, "please, let me go after her."

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

dividers from: @firefly-graphics & @happy-ash-edits

#draco malfoy #draco x female reader #draco x ravenclaw!reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco x reader #draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco lucius malfoy #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter #hpff #draco angst

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Just a microfic I wrote for fun.

What really happened in PoA

It was a normal day at Hogwarts. Everyone was in the Great Hall eating dinner. And… Ron eating like an animal as always.

“Ron. Ugh- I can’t believe you,” Hermione said in disgust.

“What?” Ron said while stuffing some more food in his mouth.

“Do you even-“ Hermione got cut off by a loud bang. The doors were opened. There was a man standing there. A black haired man. He was wearing black and white prison clothes. He was- HE WAS SIRIUS BLACK THAT RECENTLY HAD ESCAPED FROM AZKABAN!

Everyone in the Great Hall gasped in surprise. Harry was so shocked. Why would Sirius Black come to Hogwarts? Maybe to hunt him down or-

The next thing Harry saw was that he was already standing on the Slytherin table, literally standing on the table. He started walking towards the table where the teachers sat.

“DARLING! GUESS WHO’S BACK FROM JAIL!” He yelled looking at Professor Lupin. He seemed kind of… crazy.

The plates and glasses fell down as he walked on the table. The man looked around. “Ugh bloody Slytherins,” He looked at them in pure disgust. “When are Slytherins gonna quit being such prats?” The Slytherins were in pure shock- Everyone was in shock. That bastard was strutting- LITERALLY STRUTTING! How dare he barge into the Great Hall like this after he’d just escaped prison and strut on the table. Everyone looked at each other, trying to figure out what was happening. “Like damn babe I’ve never seen a Slytherin doing something useful,” The man said laughing. The expression on the Slytherin’s faces were priceless. Hah it was hilarious. They looked so offended. He would record this moment if he could to show it to Draco, just to piss him off. “Do at least something useful man,” The man yelled throwing his head back. He walked until he was at the end of the table. He sprung off the table and landed on his feet.

He looked back, Harry and the man made eye contact.

“Oh hey Harry, haven’t seen you in a long time,” He waved at him. Okay, now Harry was fucking confused. What the actual fuck was happening. He looked at the man in confusion. The man turned back and walked towards Professor Lup- PROFESSOR LUPIN?! Did they know each other? Maybe he was talking to Professor Lupin when he entered the Great Hall. He literally called him darling. Fuck, this shit was just too much to process. He didn’t even know what was going on.

The man sat on Professor Lupin’s lap. “Hey Moony, did you miss me? Or should I call you… Professor Lupin?” He put his index finger on Lupins chest. Professor Lupin was kind of shocked. He looked a little confused. The man looked at Professor McGonagall. “Oh hey Minnie, how you doing?” Professor McGonagall had a puzzled and kinda shocked look but then her gaze softened and she smiled at him.

Okay what the fUCK?!

Just as Professor McGonagall was about to respond Sirius turned his head towards Professor Snape. “Snivellus…” He said flatly. Glaring at him. Professor Snape glared back at him. “Black,” he said with a hateful tone. The man looked at Snape like he was about to murder him.

Fuck this! Something in Harry’s brain just short-circuited. He didn’t fucking understand anything. Why did Lupin look at Harry? Was Harry baby Bambi? He had no fucking clue. Fuck.

“Are you kidding me? Not here, Pads,” Lupin shoved the man- Sirius. Right his name is Sirius- off his lap. Sirius looked like a dog that got rejected. Lupin stood up, gave the Professors an apologetic nod and walked towards the doors. Sirius followed him. “Y’all suck. Especially the Slytherins,”

“Except you, Bambi!” He yelled as he walked out.

Everyone was so confused. Harry didn’t know what the hell just happened. The Great Hall was silent for a moment. But then everybody continued eating like nothing had happened. He had so many questions. He needed some time to process this. Harry wouldn’t be able to sleep that night.

#marauders #marauders era #sirius black #wolfstar #remus lupin #remus x sirius #harry potter #hermione granger #ron weasley #draco malfoy #severus snape #minerva mcgonagall #prisoner of azkaban

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brightlybound · 1 year

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Accidental hand touching -Hinny!

(This took me far too long.)

Read below or HERE.

Fancying Ginny Weasley was becoming increasingly harder to hide.

While he should have been far more focused on the team as a whole seeing as it was the last practice before the Quidditch Cup tomorrow, Harry was far too busy being entranced by Ginny, bent over her broomstick with her face set in fierce determination, to do little more than shout a few plays at the Chasers and direct the Beaters to do some swinging exercises. Even the speech he gave at the end of the evening was aimed solely at her.

“I have faith in you all,” he’d said while staring right at her. “You’ll smash it. I know you will.”

Eagerly, he sought her out after the showers, emerging from the girls' changing rooms with glowing skin and hair hanging down her back in wet, scarlet ropes. Even with Ron dutifully at his side and complaining of hunger pains, Harry enjoyed her chatter about the drills he'd had her perform, her voice so vibrant and full of enthusiasm that he could not hold back the large grin that threatened to consume his whole face.

He knew he should feel miserable, but it wasn’t high on his list of priorities when Ginny was giving the jeering Ravenclaw table a two-fingered salute as they entered The Great Hall. She made everything smooth, easy, fun, like he was in a perfect dream, and the guilt that had been clawing at his insides since the fiasco in the bathroom with Draco Malfoy was extinguished by sweet, flower-scented air.

He didn’t have to think with her, just be.

He mirrored her movements when they settled together at the table, tipping sausages onto his plate after she’d set the platter down, taking the tongs she’d passed him for the Yorkshire pudding, drenching it in onion gravy as soon as she’d set down the silver gravy boat. He was so preoccupied with placing the shades of her hair–he decided on copper-gold and glittering like a summer sunset–that he was too quick, or perhaps she was too slow, and his hand landed over hers on the pumpkin juice pitcher.

His eyes snapped up to meet hers, his brain short-circuiting at the smoothness of her skin. It took him several seconds to pull his hand away.

“Sorry,” he said.

Ginny blinked quickly and looked away.

“It’s alright,” she said softly. “Here.”

She poured him a glass, leaning into his side so that the soft fabric of her butter-yellow cardigan grazed his arm. Goosebumps erupted down the entire right side of his body, and Harry tried not to be obvious that he wanted her closer, gripping at the bench so he wouldn’t do something foolish with his hands, his face turned deliberately away from the arch of her pretty neck.

Before he could thank her, Ginny spoke again, “I know what you’re thinking.”

With a skittering heart, Harry raised his eyebrows at her and said, “I hope not.”

She laughed, tilting her head slightly in question.

“It’s not, ‘blimey, how can they possibly win tomorrow without me?’.”

Wrong. So wrong.

Still, he humored her.

“Ah, you’ve got me.” He speared a sausage with his fork and sighed. “Even though practice went really well and you’ve been trained by me, the greatest Seeker there ever was–” Ginny snorted, and Harry rejoiced at the crinkle of her nose. “–you all couldn't possibly win without me.”

“Your sarcasm is most impressive.” Ginny’s eyes were twinkling.

“Thanks.”

“But sarcasm aside,” she continued, “you do know we’ll be okay, right?”

“I wasn’t lying earlier," he said, thinking about the speech and the look of longing he was sure she’d sent him from across the Pitch. "I have faith in you.”

“Just me?”

He pretended to think. “Hmm, no. The rest of the team, too, I guess.”

Another brilliant grin, this time with a flush to her cheeks, and the space between Harry’s lungs grew impossibly warm and soft.

“Anyway,” said Ginny, turning to her food and cutting into her pudding, “I’m glad you won’t be there.”

“Ouch,” he said through a wince, “tell me how you really feel.”

“You know what I mean!” cried Ginny, driving her elbow into his arm.

Harry laughed. “I don’t, actually.”

“I just mean," said Ginny with great emphasis, "that the alternative is much worse.”

"The alternative?" he said. "You mean, actually playing?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, but her face went a little bit pink. "No, you git! I'm glad you're safe, not… you know… in hospital, bleeding out."

"Cheers." Harry grinned as she shook her head at him despairingly. "Although, it seems you've absolutely no faith in me."

"What?” said Ginny, giving him a confused look. “How d’you figure that?"

“You think I'd lose in a duel to Malfoy?"

"Right, of course.” Ginny huffed out a laugh. “That was so silly of me to suggest."

They ate in companionable silence, listening in to Ron and Hermione’s conversation across the table, about the merits of studying before physical activity versus after. Harry could feel a hard stare from the direction of Dean’s seat further down the table, a gaze he would have met if Ginny had not spoken up again.

"At the end of the day,” she said, “you do know it's just Quidditch, right?"

Harry saw right through her. "That was painful to say, wasn't it?"

Ginny playfully hung her head and groaned, “I’m dying as we speak.”

Harry burst into laughter.

#harry/ginny #hinny #hp #fanfiction #prompts #brightlybound #my writing #asks

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bookloverdream-blessedindeed · 9 months

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Part deux of Sincerely Yours by @lovesbitca8

1990’s computer & a fine gentleman

~~“Luna smiled at the two of them, as if weighing her words. "He's not all that bad, you know. Draco. He had to do some kind of community service work with Muggles after his Azkaban sentence, and I think his attitudes have changed. He's always asking me questions about Muggle technology. I try my best to answer."

Hermione frowned, but Neville was the one to ask first. "Muggle technology? And Malfoy?" he said.

"Yes," Luna sighed. "He has a computer in the back room of the shop. He calls it his desks-top. It's charming."

Hermione's mind short-circuited for a moment. The thought of Malfoy sitting hunched over a computer, typing one letter at a time with only his index finger had broken her brain.”~~ Chp 2

#bookloverdream blessedindeed #dramione #draco malfoy #lovesbitca8 #sincerely yours #art makes my heart happy

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citrusses · 1 year

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@hd-erised favorites ❄️ (so far)

Thank you so much to everyone who participated in this amazing fest and made it happen, the sheer talent on display was astounding. I can't wait to catch up on all the fics I haven't gotten to yet, and to find out who you all are. I adore you! [Now featuring reveals!]

All Things Go by @sorrybutblog (E, 32,826)

Draco’s back at Hogwarts by court order. Harry’s back for no particular reason at all. Some things change, some stay the same. Neither expects to spend eighth-year living in close quarters, playing rugby (poorly), staying up late, sneaking around, and finally figuring it all out.

This story absolutely knocked me off my feet. The layers of characterization are so rich; Draco is very funny but also humble and guilty and sad; Harry is very horny for Draco and it develops in a completely organic way from his initial animosity; Hermione and Ron are also excellent in the background. The pacing was one of my favorite details, from the way their relationship evolves in person to the shift of the narrative to epistolary and back. This is such a lovely exploration of growing up, an enchanting read if you want something beautiful, that’s sweet and comforting with a healthy dose of wry humor.

The Unknown Door by @amywaterwings (E, 60,979)

There is something wrong with the Bellcrest. The heart of the place beats rotten. Everyone says so. Where Draco is a magical property manager, Harry is a recluse, and they’re definitely not hiding from their problems in the run-down flats of the Bellcrest. Not at all. Not one bit.

One of my favorite things that fic can do is turn over the rocks of Harry Potter canon to reveal what lurks underneath. This story looks at the places left out of the light of the wizarding world, but asks the question: what if we treated the downtrodden and discriminated-against with empathy? What if instead of pushing them further down, we attempted to uplift them? It does this through the viewpoint of Draco, who is not fully reformed when we first meet him. His journey is the inverse of the mistreated beings of magical ability we encounter in this story: fallen from the highest echelons of a prejudiced world, he needs to find a way to see those with whom he now shares social status as people, and in doing so find a way to consider one more “dark” creature worthy of love and kindness – himself. And I haven’t even gotten to Harry, who has his own journey to undergo that’s deftly imagined through both character work and inventive magical systems. This fic is full of empathy and heart and humor; it’s sexy, it’s painful at times (I cried), but it’s so very worth the journey.

Historians by @oknowkiss (E, 29,987)

It’s the Dumbledore’s Army Reunion Holiday, and Harry’s found himself in hot water with his friends once again, after telling them he has a boyfriend he definitely does not have. In an attempt to fix things, he’s made it his colleague on Level Nine, Draco Malfoy’s problem too. Featuring a ski chalet in Switzerland, a pair of bunk beds, and an agreement that should’ve been simple, were it not for all the bloody feelings getting in the way.

This fic is such a damn delight. Harry and Draco are both amazingly rendered, the plot grabs you and does not let go, and there’s an impressive amount of emotional complexity hiding under the classic rom-com setups of fake dating and miscommunications. Oh and it doesn't hurt that the smut is top-tier, all-time favorite status; my brain pretty much short-circuited at the final scene. The setting is so well-depicted that you will feel the crisp air of the ski chalet in your lungs as you read. The banter is out-of-this-world. Pick up this fic for the perfect steamy, romantic, comfort-read (and because you simply must meet the hideously adorable Professor Monday).

Everything is Relative to You by @thehoneybeet (E, 43,111)

Potter was supposed to have lived. Draco is certain of this. That Potter would no longer walk the earth was tantamount to the sun moving west to east across the sky. If only he could have stopped this from happening, if he’d have known... It comes to him as ideas often did: too late. Or, Harry dreams of his past lives, and Draco is in every one.

The prose in this fic is just *sumptuous.* We travel to many different worlds with Harry and Draco, and each is given detailed description courtesy of some of the most gorgeous sentences I’ve read in ages. This will put your heart through the wringer and, if you are like me, you will say "thank you, more please?" This fic made me think about physics and love and magic and how they relate to each other in ways I never knew I could, it was an intellectual and emotional delicacy.

Draco Malfoy's Foolproof Guide to Reconciliation by @aprofessionalprotagonistonist (T, 5,807)

Narcissa Malfoy’s determined to reconcile with her sister, which means Draco’s stuck spending time with Teddy Lupin — and Harry Potter.

I had to include this fic that does a wonderful job imagining the Malfoy/Black family dynamic, with Teddy being an adorable menace who helps to bring Draco and Harry together. It was such a sweet read over the holidays when I, too, was surrounded by tiny terrors. This story will make your heart grow at least three sizes.

Heliotropic by @sharperthan [ART]

Draco does not approve of the new gardener his mother has hired. Not one bit.

I was blown away by this art – there’s so much emotion on display, it’s a subtle and captivating story told in words and pictures.

And shout out to some of the other faves that I would write a million more words about if I had more hours in the day!

Once Upon a (Wet) Dream by @innerlillith (E, 13,510)

Service Bell by @shiftylinguini (E, 8,297)

Contretemps by @moonflower-rose (T, 8,488)

Meddling, Menswear, and Magic by @writcraft (M, 18,739)

The Inconvenient Death(s) of Harry Potter by @nv-md (E, 33,105)

Two Wizards, One Bed by dustmouth [ART]

Trouble with your tie, Potter? by @tenthousandyearsx (E, 6,719)

A True Entanglement by @thebooktopus (E, 10,243)

#citrus recs #hd erised #drarry fic recs #drarry

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rockingrobin69 · 2 years

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Sweeter

“There’s something on your face.”

“Shut up.”

Harry laughed, rolled his eyes. “I’m serious. There’s something—maybe a bit of sugar? Right there. Which tells me someone hasn’t slept well last night. Again.”

Draco finally deigned him a look, fingers holding the maps so tight they’d soon rip. “I beg your unbelievable pardon?”

Satisfaction felt warm in his cheeks. So he was right. “You only go to that little café when you’re too tired to make your own latte. And whenever you’re there you can’t pass on those delicious… what do they call them again?”

“Do not bring profiteroles into this, you—have you seen the time? Why are you going on and on about my sleeping schedule when we must already be—what on earth do you think you’re doing?”

“Profiteroles,” Harry nodded, licking his finger. “You know, I always thought you’d be more a chouquette person, myself. But it’s the cream, I suppose. That you can’t resist.”

Draco just stood there, stuck still, with his hand over the place Harry touched. His cheek around it was awfully pink. “What,” he said, then swallowed. Tried again with a contrived smile: “What, in Merlin’s name, are you talking about?”

“French pastries, I thought,” Harry said. “And the fact you’re not sleeping.”

“Pray tell, what relevance does it pertain to—just what, Potter? Why are you doing this? Why now?”

“Because I’m worried,” Harry shrugged. Crossed his arms, gearing up for the oncoming battle. “And you never let me talk to you. Not properly. Not about anything important.”

“So you thought ambushing me in the midst of what may be the most important thing we’ve ever done—”

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

He breathed out a sigh of such annoyance, Harry nearly buckled. Then closed his eyes, shook his head. “I do talk to you. I only talk to you. All I ever do is talk to you.”

“Is that…” Harry gulped when he suddenly came closer. “Is that bad?”

“It certainly keeps me from sleep, it would seem.” The next sigh was warm on Harry’s face, they were so close. Then grey eyes glinted, malevolent and far too charming. “I’ve noticed a decent café next to your place. They have rather good millefeuille.”

“Next to my place,” Harry croaked, breathless.

“Yes. Since you’re so worried. In case you should like to monitor my sleeping habits from up close.”

“Close,” he repeated. They were so, so close. Harry could still see the tiny speck of sugar on Draco’s cheek. His tongue darting out to wet his lower lip. So bloody inviting.

“Exactly. So, are we in agreement? Can we stop with this nonsense? If you wouldn’t mind, there’s only the whole ‘saving the world’ thing that requires… UGH!”

Harry’s brain simply short-circuited, but it was absolutely, stunningly delightful. He laughed and licked a wider stripe of Draco’s face. “You’re wearing makeup!”

“Will you stop behaving like a child?” he looked down from his pointy nose. “We must—Potter!”

“But you’re wearing makeup!” Harry just had to test it again, not his fault.

“If you’re not careful I’ll start wearing eyeliner too. Now hush, enough of this. You can taste whatever you want once we’re done. But we must do this first. Right? Is... is that right?”

Harry allowed himself ten seconds of imagining it, and nodded.

“Let’s get this fucking thing done with. And afterwards, up to my flat? For…”

“Pastry,” Draco said. Then started walking away, waving the maps everywhere. Harry followed him, tasting the sweetness on his tongue: of sugar, of Draco, of the possibility of future pastries.

#drarry #it's a touch suggestive #drarry saves the world #one pastry at a time #I havent done this in so long i do not remember how to tag #600 words #french scented #sweet #rockingrobin69

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trohpi · 3 months

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whats an alternate term for “short-circuit” when referring to a person? ie “her brain short-circuited”

i was writing a drarry fic from dracos pov and wrote that his brain “short-circuited” before i realized that he would have absolutely no idea what that means lmfao

#i cant even say ‘buffered’ or smth bc thats also tech related 😭#writing #drarry #drarry fic #draco malfoy #harry potter

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riverxsong-ao3 · 7 months

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"Harry," Tom asked, a note of amusement in his tone, "what's all this about?"

Harry's brain seemed to have short-circuited now that he finally had the chance to talk to Tom alone. "It's – it's Valentine's Day," he blurted before he could stop himself.

Tom frowned. "It is," he replied. "You're not still thinking about Ginny, are you?"

"No," Harry said, his heart beating out of his chest. "I mean yes – I mean, the singing Valentine, it made me think – and I just – I just wanted to ask –"

"Slow down, Harry," Tom said. "You're hyperventilating."

"Wilyougooutwime?" It came out all at once as one long, rushed word, exploding out from wherever Harry had been hiding the question deep inside for so long. As he waited for Tom's response he finally allowed his fists to uncurl, though he was still shaking like a leaf in a tornado.

Tom froze, his lips parting in surprise. "Go out..." he echoed, "with you?"

"Like – like Pansy and Draco," Harry mumbled. "But you and me."

For a moment, Harry thought for sure Tom would laugh in his face, bringing all his hopes and dreams crashing unceremoniously to the ground. Instead, his mouth stretched in a wide smile and he stepped right up to him, cupping Harry's face in his hands and tilting his head back.

"Of course, Harry," he breathed. "Of course I'll go out with you."

And then he kissed him.

#tomarry #tom riddle #harry potter #fanfiction

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dramioneasks · 2 months

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Hi, do you have some ff recommendations which are exclusive on Fanfiction.net and not crossposted on AO3?

my tbr-list is filled with AO3 stories but I'm sure there are some gems on FF.net too :)

Thanks!

On the one hand, I'm like: I came back at the perfect time to answer this question, because FFN got me into fanfiction. It's my first love. But on the other hand, I'm almost exclusively an AO3 reader now (FFN got too spammy).

Your best bet is to honestly just google something you're interested in and see if it's cross-posted. There was a big push a few years ago for authors to move or at least cross-post their fanfiction. And then there's a lot of fans who have moved older stuff over when it looks like the author is no longer active. So googling is the only way to tell.

But I'm happy to share my personal Dramione FFN favorites list, and I'm 100% sure some of our followers will post theirs in the comments.

-Shirlyn

The Request by redhead414 - M, 39 chapters - Astoria was never a fan of Hermione Granger, but pretty soon, she would be gone, and Draco was going to need all the help he could get. Rated M for future chapters.

The Fine Line Between Love and Hate by Short-circuit-Soulmate - M, 30 chapters - The Silver Marauders are the most popular group in school, consisting of Ron, Harry, Blaise and Draco. Hermione is the most unpopular girl in school. Blaise wants to discover the motivation behind Draco's constant bullying of Hermione. AU. Violence. COMPLETE!

Vibrations by Craft Rose - M, 6 chapters - After three years of a mundane, sexless existence and far too much wine, our favourite brunette happens upon the magic equivalent of a sex line. There, an intriguing, deliciously devilish caller manages to pique her interest. It's all fun and anonymous

Wrong Life by camnz - M, 25 chapters - Hermione wakes up in the wrong bed, with the wrong face, and with a husband that hates her.

Crimson with a Silver Lining by Lady Cailan - M, 78 chapters - It is six years since the fall of the Ministry to Voldemort. Those other than purebloods are deemed less than human. When Ginny's daughter ends up in grave danger, Hermione sells herself to the Death Eaters to save her life. Draco/Hermione. Not fluffy.

Burbage High by Charlotte Bird - M, 27 chapters (abandoned) - 14 Years post war, Hermione has become Head of the progressive, yet failing Burbage High. Handling right wing politics is easy, but working out why Malfoy is insisting his son start there in September is not. 10 years spent in Azkaban and 2 years isolated in the muggle world may have changed Draco, but surely not that much? Is something more sinister going on?

Forget Me by Emara88 - M, 26 chapters - The war ended over two years ago, but Hermione still feels the echoes of strange memories from that time, as though something is missing or has been taken from her. When she sees Draco Malfoy at a Ministry ball and collapses, falling into a coma, the truth about their past together is revealed.

Once More with Feeling by Kyonomiko - M, 20 chapters - Sometimes taking a second look can give you a new perspective on someone. Hermione has difficulty analyzing people once she has made up her mind, especially in regards to herself. Circumstances what they are, she might not have a choice but to try again. Dramione EWE. Granger Enchanted Awards 2018 Winner

Who Needs Friends by camnz - M, 47 chapters - Friends prove difficult as Hermione and Blaise start dating, especially his friends. Malfoy is particularly offended by Hermione's presence on the scene.

Simply Irresistible by bookworm1993 - M, 30 chapters - Draco gave a cocky grin. "I am going to give you a makeover." "I'm sorry what?" "You heard me Granger, I'm going to give you a makeover that will make every man want you,and make Weasley die of regret. You will be simply irresistible."

Pride, Image, and Reputation by Fanofbooks.Harry Potter - M, 28 chapters - They hate each other. Plain and simple. But he's Draco Malfoy, and no girl escapes his charm. Even if it is stupidly smart Granger. But what happens when progress is actually made...from both ends, and a certain little bet between friends gets in the way?

Of Kings and Queens by galfoy - M, 26 chapters - Hermione has a bad habit. Draco has a big problem. The universe has one heck of a plan.

Little, Fragile Toys by Bex-chan - M, oneshot - "That incident, their first kiss, always reminded her of a car crash; people often described how they could recall every moment before and every moment after, but the impact itself was lost or hazy, like when you find a new bruise and can't remember where it came from. And Hermione could genuinely remember every detail that followed the impact. Every detail." Dramione. One-shot.

It's All Uncharted by redhead414 - M, 38 chapters - "Are you ready?" she asked. Draco brushed the back of his hand against her forehead before tracing it down her cheek. "I was ready the moment you came back into my life, Granger. Are you ready?" "With you," she whispered, "I'm ready for anything."

It's Just Me by jehszs - M, 32 chapters - After a night of mistaken identity Hermione finds herself unable to stay away from the mystery man from the darkness. How can she stop herself from falling for him when he's doing everything in his power to make her his again? M. HG/DM. Warning: some non-consensual sexual themes

Heir Brained by diagonally - M, 42 chapters (abandoned) - The war witnessed Draco managing his way into the Order's fold & the trio's cramped boundaries. Years later, they are quasi-friends. Does Hermione want more? Want to bet your copy of 'Hogwarts, a History? Flashbacks/action/post HBP

Utterly Despicable by camnz - M, 24 chapters - The death of both Voldemort and Harry Potter let the pureblood elite build the world they wanted. One that leaves Hermione in a vulnerable state, which Draco Malfoy is prepared to take full advantage of.

The Bracelet by AkashaTheKitty - M, 103 chapters - Hermione has everything she could possibly want... Except a life. People are getting sick of her superior attitude, especially Draco Malfoy, who schemes to get her down, once and for all. And then there's the thing with The Bracelet... 7th year AR. COMPLETE SINCE 2009 XD

Forbidden by Darkest Dawn - M, 17 chapters - He hated her...but he would have her. After all: Forbidden fruit always tasted much sweeter. -Being revised-

Sweet Caroline by gingercat0319 - M, 43 chapters - He was rich, single and disgustingly handsome. Learn how a four-year-old will turn his world up-side down. Sequel now posted - My Darling Caroline.

The Passion Of Hate by XorderlyXchaosXnXconfusionX - M, 17 chapters - It's a known fact to the entire population of Hogwarts that Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy hate each other with a passion. But what happens when that passion turns the hate to lust? Winner for He Had It Coming Dramione awards

Valentine Encounter by Kyra4 - T, 24 chapters - READ ME! Draco and Hermione are Head Boy & Girl, but do NOT share a common room and see as little of each other as possible til a fateful encounter on Valentine's night leads to a gradual, reluctant romance. Starts 7th year goes postHogwarts. NOW COMPLETE

Never is a Promise by LoPotter - M, 45 chapters - HrD fic, they're head girl and boy and having an interesting year. June 19! I finally updated! It's been a year, sorry. But here's Chapter 45. Oh nelly :

#favourite fics #ffnet

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Dronarry Fest Week 2: Masterpost!

Week two of Dronarry Fest is officially in the books, and what a trip this week was! We explored our feelings in Portugal, explored other things (wink wink) at a bed & breakfast in Devon, got attacked by peacocks at the Manor, and we even went beyond the Veil! If you missed any of our incredible works this week, it’s time to gather up your reading snacks/beverages/blankets/pets and go on an adventure with our lads (as always, mind the tags!). Don’t forget to leave a kudos, leave a comment, and give our wonderful MAs some much-deserved love!

[FIC] A Time, Dark and Divine || E || 17k

Inspired by The Last Star Falling by @tackytigerfic - On a humid night in Portugal, Draco Malfoy opens a door that Ron had thought long closed. CW: Jealousy

what a fantastic and scorching story this was !!! I LOVE this Ron so much he is so perfectly formed… no words, I am IN AWE! - citrusses

This fic is inspiringly good, I fucking love the jealousy mamba they are all dancing here, each taking turns to lead. - shiftylinguini

[FIC] Dandelion Wine || E || 2k || for @crazybutgood

Harry studies Draco like it’s a game, catching every uneven breath, every muscle twitch. He supposes that’s what makes Ron so special compared to all the other men who have come and gone from their bedroom; Ron can take both of them apart just as easily as he can put them back together.

How lovely, MA, the trust between Draco and Harry, the way that Ron fits so easily into their life together. - sweet_sorrow

I love how the metaphor extends to moments of bottled sweetness and memories where the three of them can be together, and that edge of melancholy that’s almost not there… I just really loved this morsel of a story - schmem_14

[ART] Lavender Haze || E || Digital Art || for @wolfpants

When Draco’s latest curse breaking assignment requires him to stay for a few weeks in the small coastal town of Devon, he expects everything to go as usual. He’ll do his standard research, visit his client’s cursed ancestral home and attempt to lift the curse, find somewhere peaceful and quiet for the duration of his stay. So what the hell are Potter and Weasley doing at the B&B that Draco will be staying in?

OMG OMG OMG!!!! I CANNOT EXPLAIN WHAT THIS ART DID TO ME. - nv-md

This is—my brain has short-circuited. Every panel is perfect. - whimsymanaged

[FIC] A Season in Amber || T || 8k || for @wolfpants

Nowhere in Draco's job description does it state that because he's an Unspeakable, he's skilled enough to retrieve Ronald Weasley (or anyone) from beyond the Veil. But when Potter gives him no other options but to join him in this literal death-defying endeavour, Draco does exactly that. If only finding Ron had been the hardest task.

This is such a great fic, I love a nerdy Draco and I love, love, love whenever he and Harry work together on a task, especially a perilous one! - wolfpants

There’s something whimsical and matter of fact about this eclectic adventure that has me hooked. It’s charming and fun! - schmem_14

[FIC] from your smile down to your feet || M || 9k

Draco and Harry both want to propose. Ron just wants to stop hearing about their sex life.

I knew before I was 1/3rd of the way through that I was going to bookmark this fic and read it over and over. It’s a delight ❤️ - marebear723

Hilarious and sexy and now I'm craving chocolate 🍫 😋 - lumosatnight

[FIC] Mastermind || E || 11k || for @lumosatnight

Draco Malfoy has been with Hermione Granger, is currently dating Harry Potter, and he's determined to have Ron Weasley at any cost. He has to complete his set of three, after all… CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Main Character Death, Stalking, Murder, Dubcon, Suicide, Gaslighting, Potion substance abuse, Mistaken identity, Blood, Implied violence, Explicit sexual content

I love this SO fucking much, it’s dark and insidious and perfectly creepy and had me on the edge of my seat the entire time!!! - nocturn

That was a fucking ride and a half. I wanted dark Draco and damn did you deliver!!! - lumosatnight

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