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slayingqueenchal · 1 year

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One last party. | draco malfoy x f!reader

Summary : you and draco have been dating, and you've tried to accept his death eater thing, but, then you saw him with another girl

Warning : misunderstanding typa thing, drunk, pet names such as 'love', not edited, angst

"Let's go!! " The black haired boy screamed. Blaise was having fun with his friend, and so are you. You were having a blast, drinking, and laughing in the common room.

Untill you saw a certain blonde boy ; draco. His eyes were red, his hair was messy, but his clothes were messier. He talked to a girl, well, not just a girl, astoria greengrass.

You were confused, you knew they two used to like each other, but, you thought it was over, but apparently, it was not.

She stood on her toes, kissing draco. Then, she had a sly smirk, looking at you. "What? " You said. "What in the motherfu-" Pansy said, but you didn't hear the rest her sentence.

You came to draco, and slappes him, with all your patience gone. "What the fuck was that! " You said. "Y/n, love, it was- I didn't want it she did it! " He said.

You didn't believe one bit of what he said. Suddenly, tears crept up to your eyes, "Well you didn't pull away! " You recalled. "I didn't want to be rude" Draco argued.

"You didn't want tobe rude, that's fine if you were single, you have a girlfriend! And I've accepted all of your bad decisions! But this time I won't! " You protested.

For once, just once, draco stayed silent. Draco lucius Malfoy lost words, cause he knows well what you mean.

"What?" Covered your mouth. The dark mark on his hands are visible. That was why he didn't want to wear anything that's not long sleeved.

"I know, I know, please I'm sorry" He cried. "No... Draco, you do know that this means everything right? You just lost everything" You said, tears dropping to your cheeks.

"I know, I lost everything, but I'm hoping that I wont lose you, please, love" Draco begged.

And you wished that you had never forgived him. "I'm sorry, Draco, we're over" You said, through the loud music. "Love, no, we're not, we're not, we're never breaking up, were practically soulmates! " Draco tried to deny, but he received a chuckle. "Practically" You said, and you left him.

"Y/n, I love you" Draco said, for the 'last' time.

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leighbaylee · 2 months

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🖤 ₊˚⊹ — make up

parring ➵ draco malfoy x m!reader

summary ➵ you like to fuck with him, just to make up with him.

warnings ➵ slight suggestive language/content!

age parring ➵ 17 - 18

extra ➵ slytherin & dominate reader. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

many peers from any house can presume that your relationship with malfoy was endearing. unexpected definitely, but truely endearing.

dating draco was a bit difficult, he is arrogant, stubborn, has an extremely high ego, one prejudiced son of a bitch, and he constantly refuses to be manhandled in front of his fellow slytherins’.

one particular day, you had just entered the familiar common room after a long day of studying for a upcoming exam coming up later that same week.

you had also made the trip for another reason other than to study, to get your mind of your brat of a boyfriend.

but we aren’t gonna tell him are we?

you entered slumping on a arm chair, pulling our parchment after parchment of notes splattered with jet black ink.

around this time of the year, the common room being not full was expected due to exams.

you sighed and rested your chin on top of your hand. draco locking eyes with you as he came up to you.

❝ hey (l/n) ❞ he whispered as he sat his pretty little self on top of the arm rest.

you only looked up at him and raised your eyebrows as you got back to reviewing your work.

he began blabbing about harry potter, as usual. that would’ve never gotten you bothered but it was almost as if he was more interested and concerned about him more than his own boyfriend.

you groaned, proving that you weren’t listening to him.

❝ hey, what in merlin’s name is wrong with you? ❞

you scoffed as you discarded your parchments and dragged him down onto your lap, wrapping your arm around his waist. he yelped in looked around the room in habit.

❝ you constantly talk about harry, it pisses me off draco. ❞

he gulped, eyebrows furrowed, and looking down at your lips moving as you had more to say.

❝ besides you did the thing, where you check to see if anyone is around when i try to be affectionate with you! ❞

you began scolding him, he tried touching you to see if that were to able to calm you down. to no avail.

you snatched his wrist before he can touch your face.

❝look at you now, all hot and bothered.❞ you smirked as he huffed and tried to get off you.

that resulted in you propping him up, holding him up with you hands on his ass.

❝ h-huh? ❞ he gasped in response, wrapping his legs around your waist. also holding you tightly around your neck not wanting to embarrass himself anymore longer.

❝ stop it, your being annoying right now! ❞ he yelped out in a whine.

❝ draco’s so cute when he’s angry isn’t he? ❞ you teased him as you made it to your dorm dropping him into your bed getting on top of him in the process.

❝ stop it now! ❞ he growls.

you yanked on his blonde locks, forcing him to face you and you began.

❝ stop mentioning potter like he is your boyfriend you bitch boy malfoy. ❞ you scoffed at him, using his surname for extra measure.

his gaze softened as he looked up at you lips trembling, nodding profusely not wanting to anger you anymore.

❝ mhm! ❞ he whimpers, expressing his discomfort with your hair pulling.

you let go and grab his chin, adoring the cute little features draco was blessed with.

❝ you’re gorgeous yknow that? ❞ you smile at his watering eyes.

you turn him over, now him on top of you, your hand roaming under his robes.

you grabbed his chin with your other free hand and kissed him. draco melted.

he leaned forward accepting the kiss, heat rushing down his cheeks. your chests pressed together.

you only escalated by placing your hands on his ass, as you groped them.

let’s just say he never brought up the chosen one again.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

#harry potter #harry potter x male reader #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x male reader #m!reader #male reader #dom male reader #sub male character #sub draco malfoy #leighbaylee #minaleigh

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that-one-raccoon · 6 months

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"Hell’s Hounds"

“Hell Hounds,” Dazai said. “We’ll be the Hell Hounds."

He wrote it in bold, chalk letters across the top of the blackboard.

Hell Hounds

Then, he paused. "Well, you’re the Hell Hounds. I’m just...”

“Hell,” Ron supplied unhelpfully.

Instead of pulling a face, like Ron probably expected, Dazai beamed. “You’re right! It’s more like ‘Hell’s Hounds’ then, isn’t it? With an apostrophe.”

In the small space between the word Hell and Hounds, Dazai drew in a tiny 's. He had to write it crooked to make it fit.

Hell's Hounds, it read proudly.

“Hell’s Hounds gang...” Hermione tasted the name on her tongue. “It’s a bit dark, though?”

“It has a nice ring to it,” the twins cheered, “Hell’s Hounds!”

Hell’s Hounds... Dazai could agree it had a certain charm to it. A little threatening, a little rebellious. Just the right name for a mafioso’s gang of schoolchildren.

-- Coil, Chapter 7: Hell's Hounds by Allegory_for_Hatred

ref pic:

#hell’s hounds #m&m hell’s hounds #magic and mystery #coil #m&m dazai #m&m draco malfoy #m&m blaise zabini #m&m hermione granger #m&m ron weasley #m&m fred weasley #m&m george weasley #and Featherbrain #i love her #my art #that-one-raccoon’s art #fanfic au #ao3

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reliand · 1 year

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Just lounging in a tub, Draco wetting Harry’s unruly curls.

#drarry #hp fanart #Draco Malfoy #harry potter #draco and harry #m/m #I'm going to post this now before I decide it needs more work #I'm not satisfied with Draco but I just wanted to draw them with a little more skin for once #it was nice not having to draw clothes #my favorite boys #soap suds #bathing #my art #my artwork

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dracoxmalereader · 5 months

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Know-it-All

Draco x Male Reader

Summary: With O.W.L.s right around the corner, everyone's rushing to cram in all the studying they can. Especially Draco.

Word Count: 479

“Draco?”

You stepped into the common room, listening to the entrance passage close behind you. Your shoes tapped against the marble floor until they met carpet. The fireplace was lit, but the embers burned lowly, evidence it had been going for a while.

Getting closer, you rested a hand on the back of one of the couches beside, bearing your weight on it as you leaned over. There Draco lay, a book open and smushed against his chest. He was out cold.

Papers were strewn about, his quill resting in a bottle of ink on the table between the two couches. You made your way around the side of the couch, bending down to tidy the mess.

“You’ll do fine on your O.W.L.s,” You found yourself mumbling to him, even as your ears registered his soft snores. “You’re plenty a know-it-all, there’s no need to pass out studying.”

You heaved the stack you’d made of his schoolwork onto the table and turned to just stare at Draco. His outer robe was slung over the back of the couch, pinned down at the bottom by his weight.

His hair was flattened to one side of his head, and you could tell he’d been sleeping on it for a while before he’d settled into his current position.

Fondness bloomed in your lungs and you cracked a smile, reaching for the book on his chest to take it from him. Your fingers brushed over his where they rested on the book, and Draco shifted. His face was loose and relaxed, lacking the tension that came with an active school day.

You pulled the book off him and closed it, setting it atop the stack on the table. Reaching back, you smoothed your fingers over his hair, feeling where knots had begun to tie themselves in it. You gave yourself a moment to admire him.

Then, you started pulling his robe from behind him as carefully as you could. You watched him squirm above the movement until you finally tugged it free and he calmed with a muddied sigh, shaking it open and laying it over him like a blanket. You pulled away, looking down at his still-sleeping form.

Your eyes scanned the common room to make sure nobody else was there, swallowing dense air to gather confidence before you leaned back down over Draco.

You looked up at the room around you one more time before you swept his hair to the side slightly and pressed a peck to his forehead. You stood back up quickly, and a wider grin tugged at your warming face.

“Sleep well, Draco.” You turned, hurrying to put out the fireplace so you could get yourself properly in bed.

Over the sound of wood and embers pushed around by the poker, it was no wonder you couldn’t hear him sleepily whisper back. “You, too.”

Reeee my first Slytherin!Reader this had me giggling kicking my feet the whole time I was writing it.

I'd say sorry for not posting anything and tell you guys why but I've just been playing the sims. Neglecting my school, neglecting my fanfiction, just simming.

Then once I was done simming Itzy dropped born to be out of NOWHERE. Zero right to be serving so hard on a random sunday. I couldn't write, my entire thought process was just born to be 🤖 born to be 🤖 born to be 🤖

Tags: @nowayisthistakenyet @gayaristocrat @siuspider @dracoshusband @skrunklespoingo @esperfraud @joongbin @midwestemosblog @we2222

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im-bored-so-i-draw · 3 months

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slut showcase

i hate that this is the first fanart i post abt these guys and it has to be... this

like hi VTSOM community pls accept this men chest post as a greeting gift

anyways this is inspired by a photo i took of me and my friend

enjoy some doodle abt vincent and victor bcs i love them sm

i see victor as silly in my head i feel very delusional.

#vtsom #vtsom vincent #vtsom victor #vtsom fanart #vincent the secret of myers #victor blake #vincent edgeworth #draco edgeworth #i love themmmm #the SILLIE AND SILLIER #jkdhajksasfhlasfhk #ily dino999z #honestly #might be drawing monsieur m too later #im sorry to whoever is following me #that is not here for this content #vincent looks so.. spaced out lol

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plipple · 4 months

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hey guys

#scribbling #vtsom #vincent the secret of myers #victor blake #vincent edgeworth #monsieur m #monsieur myers #zalmona #vanora #valeria #draco edgeworth #vtsom vanora #vtsom valeria #dinoverse

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the-bar-sinister · 8 days

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"But Sinister, is "Iruma-kun" really a re-imagining of Harry Potter or are you exaggerating?"

My friend. The Draco Malfoy stand in (who is the secondary main character and crafty bestie of the protagonist) has a mother whose special power is her charm and sexual magnetism.

Her name is Amaryllis.

The author literally made Draco Malfoy half veela with pink hair.

I am not fucking with you.

Don't even get me started on how Dumbledore and Hagrid were improved.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #alice asmodeus #welcome to demon school iruma kun #mairimashita! iruma kun #m!ik #mairuma #魔入りました！入間くん

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i-cry-daily-over-fanfics · 2 months

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Writing about Harry provoking Draco to play a seekers game. Would he succeed?

#drarry #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #draco malfoy #draco x harry #drarry fanfic #quotes #harry potter #hpdm #writers on tumblr #writeblr #m/m

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slayingqueenchal · 1 year

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No more patronus, no more memories | draco malfoy x f!reader

Summary : after draco left you, you can't cast your patronus because you're sad

Warning : angst, break up, memory lost like temporarily,

"It's alright y/n, you can do it" Hermione stood by your side. "Yes, I can do it last time, I can do it now.

You thought of your happiest time ; it was all associated with draco. Everytime you'd think about something happy with him, you'll just remind your self that you and him are gone.

A string of light came out. Only a string of like. You didn't see any animals. Only a thin blue string.

"That's right y/n, you're making progress! That's one step forward" The curly haired friend cheered you up. It was no secret to hermione that you two broke up ; it was for harry and Ron, they never knew you were dating in the first place.

But, ninety percent of your happiness is draco, and he's gone. You knew what was keeping you from him. It was the break up

"Why'd you join him, draco, tell me! " You cried. You felt that icky feeling of getting your shoes wet. The bath room was flooded with water.

"It was for you! Father and mother accidentally slipped about me having a girlfriend, and the dark Lord threatened to kill you if I don't join him! " He said, his blonde hair as messy as his situation, you replied "it's a trick draco, I'd be safe in Hogwarts! I-i why? "

"Is it hard to believe that I actually love and care for you, I thought you'd knew that" Draco said. "I believe you but you just ruined your future draco" You cried.

"You-you brat! I just like saved your life and you can't even say 'thankyou', you think this is easy for me? " Draco screamed. "No, Draco, but I didn't ask for this either"

"You don't have to cause I love you!..y/n, its-were-we don't, we don't, we're done, y/n, we're done" Draco said.

And you left him. The last time you've spoken to him was there. And you're more than ready to forget about him.

"Hermione, I think I have to do it" You said. Hermione expression changes, but she supports you no matter what.

Hermione quickly took a vial and puts it on the table, sitting on the floor. "Are you sure? " Hermione said.

"I'm sure, but just make sure I don't throw out the vial, and tell me about him occasionally" You weakly smiled.

You took your wand, and holds it next to your head. 'Draco' you thought.

And you felt a weird sense of feeling as the memory slowly comes out. You felt every moments with him, both happy and sad.

And you put it in the vial, and sealed it. The only thing you were able to remember was a blonde Slytherin boy. That's all.

"Shall we try the patronus spell? " Hermione said, not knowing what to do, but you agreed.

"Expecto patronum! " You said. And a blue string, just like before came out, just with an additional ferret.

In the end Hermione realises that you'll just forget him, but, your heart still belongs to him. Always.

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rockingrobin69 · 7 months

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Hey! How are you? If you don’t mind, I would like a trick!!

Hello there! Here is your post-Halloween trick, rated M.

Wet Wet Wet

Who thought this was a good idea? Draco vaguely remembered Potter grumbling about the cold. He looked so infuriatingly good in Draco’s borrowed hat and scarf, and the rest of the day was slightly fuzzy—Pansy was probably the one who offered the estate, and someone was weak enough to say yes.

Oh, no, that was probably him. Why did he have to mention the heated pool? Why, why, could he never keep his mouth shut. Now he had a practically-naked Potter a few laps away, laughing (did he always—with that laughter, the one that made Draco’s knees turn liquid), with his wet bloody eyelashes and his chest and his arms and his. His. Draco closed his eyes and could still see it.

“Darling,” Blaise said at his side. “Chin up. You don’t have to look so miserable.”

“Noted, thank you.”

A huff more exasperated than Draco deserved. “Just go in the water, silly. It’s really so nice.”

“Will you just—” Potter gave a particularly loud guffaw, and there was no way Blaise missed Draco’s flinch. The way his hands kept twitching at his sides. The next sigh was a good bit gentler.

“Draco,” he paused, shook his head. “Hey, Potter!”

Everything froze still. From between his teeth, “Blaise.”

“Yeah?” twisting towards him in an impossibly elegant motion, coming to rest his perfect chin on the pool’s edge.

Draco couldn’t breathe. “Blaise.”

“Did you know Draco can’t swim?”

“No chance,” Potter grinned, lifting his perfect eyes to where Draco was dying. “Is that true?”

Words failed him. “I,” he said, stupidly. Begging: “Blaise.”

“Too true. I heard he was so scared to go in the water as a child—(“Blaise!”)—that he tried to drown his instructor in the practice tub.”

Potter, amazingly, magnificently, laughed. “That’s definitely a lie.”

“Aw, you have such faith in him, do you?”

He pulled a little further out of the water, so his (wet, glistening, perfect) torso was leaning on the edge, and his face was close to Draco’s knee. “All I’m saying is, if Draco wanted out of swim lessons, he’d devise a much more nefarious plan than the practice tub.”

Yes, yes, nefarious and, ah, a bead of water running down Potter’s neck stole his entire presence of mind. Tongue darting out to lick—get a hold of yourself, Malfoy. Draco’s breathing was loud enough to startle him. He couldn’t remember what they were talking about.

“All yours,” Blaise was saying in the periphery, and Potter’s eyes were so bright. “Coming, Weasley? I promised to show you the wine cellar.”

“Perfect, mate,” Weasley hopped out, sopping wet and shaking himself wet-dogged-ly on the floor. Draco would normally mind, but Potter was looking at him. “Don’t let the little snake drown you, eh, Harry?”

Potter rolled his eyes, and his hand was—oh. He was offering it to, to Draco. Draco… wasn’t entirely sure he was conscious anymore.

The sound of their leaving was wet and inconsequential. Potter laughed, waving his hand in front of Draco’s face. “Well?” and Draco, ah, would probably go anywhere he’d, ah, direct, and found himself on his feet and preparing to jump before he remembered he was still fully clothed.

Torpedo-ing out of the jumper, the shirt, the jeans, till he was hopefully only in swim shorts, jumping so fast with his heart thundering in his chest: and Potter cheered, swimming around him in circles, shark-y and gorgeous and perfect, perfect.

“Well,” he was saying, “I suppose if you really can’t swim, then I’ll have to teach you from the beginning.” Drifting behind him to hold Draco’s shoulders, one arm snaking around his belly.

He’d been swimming since he was four, had even gone on a few competitions.

“Yes,” Draco choked out. “From the beginning.”

Potter fitted their hips together, his—oh god, oh god, semi-hard cock in the cleft of Draco’s arse. “Okay,” he said, so serious all of a sudden, skimming gently fingers on Draco’s jumping muscles. “All right. So, slowly, yeah? What do you, er, want to…”

Anything you want, Draco thought. “Anything you want,” was what he actually said. Potter made a low sound, crushed them even closer together. “Yes,” Draco said, and leaned his head back on Potter shoulder.

“Slowly,” Potter said, an order this time, and Draco shivered, nodded. Potter rewarded him with a tiny kiss to the place between his neck and his shoulder. His hand kept sneaking lower to the very-noticeable tenting in Draco’s shorts. “Slowly,” again, soft in his ear when Draco squirmed, gave this half-yelp, half-curse.

Leading them back until Potter was leaning against the wall. “Fuck,” he whispered, warm and ticklish just behind Draco’s ear, and when Draco jumped he laughed.

“Better than your old swimming instructor, hmm?”

Did other people still exist? “Yes,” Draco breathed, melting into his hand. His reward this time was a stroke, and every hair on his body rose.

This was a terrible idea—a brilliant one. Potter held him and Draco was seeing actual stars. The estate had more than just a heated pool—in fact, his old room should still be prepped. Maybe he could take Potter there and… ah. His toes curled with blistering, agonising pleasure.

“Potter,” Draco moaned, and stopped thinking altogether.

#Robin's trick or treat #drarry fic #muggle AU #rated M #nefarious and smitten draco #hot and wet harry #spoiler: no one drowns but one boy sure feels like he has #877 words #rockingrobin69 #i'm surviving anon how are you??

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thegrangerarchives · 4 months

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To Woo a Wolf by @juniordreamer

It's been years since the end of the Second Wizarding War. Hermione is a Healer specializing in the treatment of non-magic individuals (i.e. muggles) suffering magical injuries. No one knows that Draco Malfoy has been infected with lycanthropy, only that he's retreated from the public eye in exchange for a life of isolation at Malfoy Manor. She doesn't expect a response to her written request for donations or the more personal correspondence that follows.

Rated: M; Chapters: 14

→ Link: Archive of Our Own

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that-one-raccoon · 6 months

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quick magic and mystery comic before the update tomorrow-

+ extra

#magic and mystery #coil #m&m dazai #m&m hermione #m&m draco #m&m ron #hell's hounds #bsd au #bsd x hp #fanfic au #mini comic #my art #that-one-raccoon’s art

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phoebe-delia · 7 months

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A Nice, Relaxing Night

I missed @l0vegl0wsinthedark's birthday recently, and while I hardly need an excuse to write them something, I'm certainly glad to do so; meanwhile, it is a gift for me to reflect on the fact that I'm not just writing a fic for an author I admire endlessly, I'm also giving a friend a birthday gift. L0ve, you've made my world brighter before you knew who I was. Thanks for spending another trip around the sun in this fandom. Here's just a little token of my appreciation, gratitude, and love.

Rated M.

"I don't see why we have to go," Harry said from their bedroom where—at least, Draco hoped—he was getting dressed. "Wouldn't you rather stay here and have a nice, relaxing night in?"

Draco huffed, rolling his eyes in the bathroom mirror. "We sent in the RSVP a month ago, Potter. We have to go. This is the last gala of the fundraising season. You'll be free soon enough." Draco held up two ties to his shirt, pursing his lips in indecision.

"Maybe the Ministry could give the money they spend on these galas to the organizations themselves," Harry argued. "Then, we can stay home, and money goes to the right places. Win-win."

Draco laughed. "I'm afraid these non-profits need more help than the Ministry's annual gala budget can provide. Besides, it's the best way to get donations from the stuffy old Pureblood crowd. They like to be wooed. Now, are you almost ready?"

"Almost."

"Potter," Draco huffed, knotting his tie. "The whole point in me laying out your outfit earlier was so you wouldn't have to spend all this time picking it out." He finished the knot, checked it in the mirror, and strode into the bedroom. "What's taking so lo-ong," he stammered, jaw dropping slightly.

Harry sat on the bed, leaning back with his arms propping himself up. His white button-down shirt was half undone, revealing his toned chest but obscuring the abs and stomach Draco knew was underneath. His trousers were just barely acceptable for polite company but showed a defined bulge that had Draco's mouth watering.

Harry looked downright edible. And from the look on his face, he knew it, too.

"Fuck me," Draco whispered.

Harry laughed. "Sorry? Didn't catch that. You'll have to come closer," he grinned, crooking a finger in a come-hither motion.

Draco felt himself moving—nearly floating—toward the bed and climbed into Harry's lap, resting his hands on sturdy shoulders. One look into glittering, knowing green eyes sealed his fate. "Perhaps we've attended our final gala for the year," Draco breathed.

Harry smirked up at him, wrapping his arms around Draco's waist. "But what about the party? We did RSVP after all."

Draco pouted. "But wouldn't you rather have a nice," he punctuated his words by grinding his hips in Harry's lap, causing the other man to toss his head back and shut his eyes, "relaxing night in?"

Draco watched in satisfaction and felt Harry twitch beneath him as he bit back a groan. "You make a good point," Harry said, his voice strained. He opened his eyes and smiled wickedly, making Draco shiver. "But whatever will those stuffy old Purebloods do without us there to woo them?"

"I'll show you wooing," Draco growled. He pushed Harry back onto the bed, pinned his fists to the mattress, and kissed him.

#happy belated birthday l0ve!#drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #rated m #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #harry and draco #draco and harry #hpdm #draco x harry #drarry fanfiction

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dracoxmalereader · 5 months

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Wrapping Paper

Draco x Male Reader

Context: First of a two-parter because Draco deserves more than a one shot (will post the second one tomorrow). My usual Huff!Reader, takes place in third year so before they're together, but they totally have mega-crushes on each other. <3

Summary: Draco has developed a habit of dragging you along with him whenever he sees you. Today is no exception, even as the holiday season comes into full swing.

Word Count: 800

An arm hooking around the bend of your elbow is all you feel before you’re being tugged away.

Frost nips at your nose, snotty and icy when you sniffle and echo a confused goodbye to your friends. Draco’s gloved hand warms your sleeve. He can’t have been outside for long.

“How come I’m always the one coming to find you?” His voice is playful, confident lilt caked into it. His arm doesn’t leave yours.

His footsteps crunch against the snow, falling heavy over it, bearing his full weight and pulling him faster than you can keep up with. He turns to side eye you as you fumble and trip. You catch yourself before you can meet the slushy ground.

“At least you’re wearing a coat this time.” He chuckles, a smirk on his face. His eyebrows are high and passive in a way you rarely see. “But really, your little Hufflepuff friends can’t be half as entertaining as I am.”

“My friends are plenty entertaining,” You reply. “You’re just always hanging around Crabbe and Goyle.”

You both remain still, chilly eyelashes blinking at one another. Hot chimneys mark the cold, bleak sky, smoke billowing from them into the air. Red lights glitter in the reflection of Draco’s eye.

“I told you they’re harmless,” He starts. “Dumb lot they are, but harmless. Even if they don’t know when to keep their mouths shut. Or do homework.”

His hand starts to slip from your arm, the flurry of people muddying the streets all too claustrophobic for the contact. You swallow and nod along, not quite convinced. A glimpse of vibrant green catches your eye through an open door.

You crane your neck to get a better look around him. His passive brows furrow before he spins to see too. “Stitches and Draughts? But they just sell junk.”

“Junk that I want.” Giggling, you take a bouncy step towards the store. Draco grumbles, but follows regardless.

The two of you mosey into the building. It’s a homey thing, warm and quiet. Unpopular, too, if the lack of people is anything to go by. Behind the counter is an old man you don't know the name of.

You carry yourselves to the shelf that had grabbed your attention. Holiday wrapping paper covers the whole of it, from the dusty floor to the low, wood beams of the ceiling. Your fingers tug at vibrant green, and the roll slips into your palm. Little cartoony Santas smile up at you.

“How adorable,” Draco mocks, his voice filling the insulated space of the store. “Almost worth some little kid’s play money.”

You shoot him a glare, and he looks away, exasperated, trailing his eyes on a table in the corner. It’s covered in tiny wooden statues.

“It is adorable, thank you very much.” You bite. “Worth all two of the hard-earned galleons it’s going for.”

Your fingers curl firmly around the roll, and your other hand snakes up the inside of Draco’s arm. You tug him to the counter. His throat bobs, awkwardly lingering at your side while you dig into your coat pocket to pull out the money. The old man takes the coins with shaky, wrinkled hands.

“Too expensive for you, eh?” Playfully, you nudge Draco with your elbow. “Here I was thinking money wasn’t a problem for you Malfoys.” The redness that blooms under his skin is lost in the twinkling string-lights strewn about.

You wish the old man a happy holidays on your way out of the store, paper in hand. “You certainly have interesting taste.” He says.

“It’s cute,” You laugh, pulling the roll open a bit to look at the pattern of Santas continue across. “I needed wrapping paper before break, anyways.”

“The paper we use at the manor is a lot more mature.” Draco teases. “I haven’t seen anything like this since I was a child.” An amused breath blows out of his nose, puff clouding in the cold.

Your brows furrow and you stay. In your peripherals you see Draco open and close his mouth once, twice, then he’s speaking again.

“But I guess it’s not that bad.” You turn to look at him. He shifts his weight and shoves his hands in his pockets. “For a Hufflepuff.”

He rolls his eyes. You give yourself a moment just to take in the way he holds himself. You tuck the paper under your arm, and fondness pulls the corners of your mouth up. People had webbed away from the edges of Hogsmeade, the street now mostly populated by the stray adult settling into place at a shop.

You hold your arm out to Draco.

“Where to next, hm?” You smile, and hope the sun will stay in the winter sky long enough to make just one more memory with him.

Updating later than I promised, again. TT

This time it really wasn't my fault, I was having tummy troubles all day. I'm in no shape to write Draco fic if I can't even leave bed. I felt like a dying widow in a period drama.

"Take me forth to the riverside one last time. When autumn dawns, only my memory will wake to dip its toes." - Me probably if it was like 1412

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“I think it’s the curse, but I—” Harry finds Draco’s face and moves his thumbs slowly, slowly over his cheekbones. “What would I be?” “Pardon?” “What would I be if I wasn’t a sacrificial lamb? What am I supposed to be if I’m not a hero?” “You could be mine.” Harry’s heart swells to bursting. “I’m yours already. Have been for weeks, I think.” “Mmm.” Draco’s fingertip traces his bottom lip. “If you’re already mine, then you could be anything you want.” “Anything?” “Anything.” Now I Know In Part by dodgerkedavra (chapter 10)

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