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luv4freddie · 3 months

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The Mark - D.M

Reader comforts Draco after he gets the dark mark

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

Draco Malfoy was tired.

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

And now it was too late.

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least until he hears your voice.

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

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

Draco Malfoy starts crying.

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

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

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

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

“They’re monitoring floo.”

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

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

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

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

“I know already.”

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

“You- how?”

“Your mom was talking to mine about it.”

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

You sigh, “can you blame her?”

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

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

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

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

“Do you still love me?”

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

He’s expecting you to say no.

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

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

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

He breathes a small sigh of relief.

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

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

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cloudybarnes · 8 months

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ex best friend

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Summary: when you were younger, Draco was your best friend. some years had passed, and the two of you had found yourselves estranged. one day, after a lost quidditch game for the Slytherin team, you find yourself drawn to Draco once again, hopeful to see where things had gone wrong for you two

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“Go Harry! Go Ron!” You shouted. Hermione cheered, clapping as loudly as she could.

The first Quidditch match of the season. Ron was doing amazing as goalkeeper, and Harry was whizzing through the stadium on the hunt for the golden snitch.

They were playing against your house, Slytherin. Even though you were a slytherin, that didn’t mean you necessarily had to root for them. You were best friends with the Golden Trio. Even though you were Slytherin, you always stood up for them against the rest of your house which led to them becoming your best friends.

“Look!” Hermione shouted, “Harry’s almost got it!”

Harry and Draco were going head to head for the snitch, but Harry was just that much closer to catching it. All of the sudden, Harry fist wrapped around the snitch. The Gryffindor section exploded with cheers and applause. You and Hermione jumped out of your seats.

“Let’s go!” Someone around you shouted.

Hermione wildly clapped her hands as the Gryffindor team surrounded Harry in cheers and laughter. “Come on,” she urged, pulling you down the bleachers, “let’s go catch up with them.”

You chuckled, and followed her down the bleachers and out of the stadium where you would wait for Ron and Harry.

As you walked out, you couldn’t help but notice Draco coming out as well. He seemed to be the first from the Slytherin team to leave the stadium. Almost as if sensing you stare, he looked up and made direct eye contact with you.

You and Draco had been best friends your first two years at Hogwarts. When you were younger, everything seemed to be easier. Draco had been quite mean to Hermione, Ron, and Harry, and as a result, you grew apart from him.

Still, you couldn’t help but care for Draco. You remembered how sweet he had always been to you, how close you guys were, and how many nights you two would sneak out to the halls to cause mischief together. Quite honestly, you miss him. While you love being friends with the Gryffindors, Draco had been your best friend, and it sucked not being close to him any longer.

“Hermione,” you said, “I’ll catch up with you guys in a little bit. Are we still gonna study for the potions exam, later?”

Hermione glanced over your shoulder, then looked back at you with a bit of a worrisome face. “Yeah, we can meet in the library around 7. Are you, uh, gonna have a chat with Draco?”

Hermione was the only one who knew you missed your friendship with Draco. While she never really understood it, what with him being so rude to her, she never made you feel bad about missing him.

You hadn’t really talked to Draco all that much in the past year, just some small things here and there, but not like you used to.

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna try.” You gave her a small smile and turned back toward where you had last seen Draco. He was walking away from the stadium towards an old cherry blossom tree the two of you used to conspire under.

Your heart swelled a little. You really did miss him, and seeing him in a place so familiar to you and to your friendship brought a wave of sadness over you. You took off in stride to catch up with him.

Draco sat under the tree, watching you as you approached.

A little awkwardly, you sat down next to him and leaned against the large trunk of the tree. You cleared your throat, “I saw the game. You put up a good fight.”

He shook his head, his hair falling slightly into his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you were just so devastated when Potter caught the snitch instead of me.” The sarcasm reeked from his lips, but he didn’t seem angry. He sounded quite the opposite. You weren’t sure if he was sad or just felt defeated. It was a strange look from him; one you hadn’t had the privy of seeing from him.

“Just because I root for Gryffindor on occasion, doesn’t mean I enjoy seeing you lose. I’m still Slytherin, I still have house pride.”

Draco scoffs at that. “You haven’t had house pride in a long time, (Y/N).”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Ouch, Draco. Going straight for my throat, huh?”

He just shook his head and looked away, staring off into the distance. The breeze picked up, shaking the leaves of the tree, causing a few to fall at your feet.

“Dray,” you said softly. Draco’s eyes dart to your face. His mouth hung open ever so slightly at the nickname you used to call him. “What’s going on with you? You’ve never been one to sit around and sulk.”

He shrugged. “I guess there’s a first for everything.”

“I don’t believe that. The Draco I know wouldn’t have come out here in disappointment. He would have stormed to the common room and figured out exactly where he went wrong to ensure he beat those pesky Gryffindors the next time.”

Draco chuckled. “Weird hearing you call the Gryffindors ‘pesky’. You’ve always been so kind to everyone, no matter their house.”

You shrugged with a soft smile. “You must be rubbing off on me, then.”

He shook his head. “Not sure that that’s such a good thing, (Y/N/N).”

Your heart melted at the use of your old nickname. Draco was the only one to ever call you that, and when you stopped talking, your nickname died with your friendship. You couldn’t help but think about what used to be with Draco.

“What happened to us, Dray? How did we grow so far from each other?”

Draco rubbed his hands down his face, like he was nervous. “You’re not like any other Slytherin I know, (Y/N). Sure, you’re cunning, you can be clever at times, and as I recall, you’re quite the prankster.” He smirked. “The rest of us, though, can be quite mean and outright nasty at times. You’re not like that at all. I guess when you started to become friends with Potter and started to stick up for them, I kind of realized how different we were.”

“So my being friends with them caused us to stop being friends?” You couldn’t believe it. You knew that by sticking up for them, it caused a drift between you and Draco, but you didn’t want to think you had been ostracized because of it.

“It’s not just that.” Draco sighed. He looked into your eyes, and you could see something swirling within them. It looked a lot like regret and sorrow. He seemed to struggle to get his next words out. “I felt like… like I wasn’t good enough for you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m better than Potter and his group of ragdoll friends in a lot of ways. I think just not in the way that you needed.”

You didn’t know what to think. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Draco, you’re gonna have to explain it to me better.”

He growled in frustration. “Just forget it, (Y/N). This was stupid. I don’t even know why I came over here.”

He went to stand up, but you grabbed onto his hand and held him in place. Draco’s head whipped to gape at you.

“Don’t do that, Draco. We were friends long enough for me to know what’s going on. Don’t shut me out, because I really just can’t do this again.” Your voice quivered slightly. “You might not realize this, but it broke my heart when we stopped being friends, Dray. You weren’t just my friend, you were my best friend. I never imagined we would end up the way we are now, barely speaking to each other, very curt, very much like acquaintances.”

“I’m not like them, (Y/N)!” Draco shouted. He raked his hands through his hair. “I’m not good like them. I don’t see things the way they do, they way you do. I was only going to bring you down, and I couldn’t let that happen. Godric knows I can be awful, but never in my life did I want to see my awfulness rub off onto you. You’re sweet, (Y/N), you’re kind, and you deserved someone kind, someone loyal, someone-”

“I just wanted you, Draco!”

The words on Draco’s lips silenced as you let out your confession. He stared at you, dumbfounded. “What did you say?”

You huffed. “I just wanted you. If you had explained all of this to me when it went down, I would have told you that you didn’t need to be good. You didn’t need to be anything other than yourself, because I liked you. If I had to choose between you and them, I would have chosen you a thousand times over, Draco. You were always my first choice.”

“You liked me?”

Your cheeks blushed. You tried to shrug your shoulders as if to brush it off. “Yeah. You were my best friend. You were the only person that really understood me. You cared about me. How was I not supposed to like you?”

“And what about now?” Draco asked. “How do you feel about me now?”

Draco placed his hand on top of yours. He leaned in slightly like he was trying to make sure he heard every word you said.

Your heart pounded in your chest. How did you feel about him?

“I miss you. I know that.” You confessed. “I know I still think about you. I know I long for the nights where we snuck out of our rooms to see each other. I miss seeing you everyday. Sometimes I feel like-”

His lips were soft.

Draco’s mouth moved slowly against yours, like he was afraid if he pressed too hard it would break the intimacy of what was happening. You kissed him back gently, slowly guiding your hand up to the blonde of his hair.

Draco softly ran his fingers up your arm to your back where he held onto you.

Kissing Draco felt like the easiest thing in the world. It felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

When Draco pulled away, you could see the biggest grin adorning his face. His cheeks were slightly pink, and his eyes shined like no tomorrow. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, (Y/N/N). You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, or how much I wished something like this would happen between us.”

You giggled, your own cheeks turning shades of pink. “You know, if you hadn’t lost that Quidditch match, we probably wouldn’t have been here right now.”

Draco chuckled, and pulled you close to wrap you in his arms. Softly, he whispered, “I’d lose every Quidditch match if it meant we could always be like this.”

“You don’t have to lose any matches, Draco. I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

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elysian-i · 2 years

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Priorities

Summary: The reader is basically a horny fuck, her boyfriends been a bit too busy all day & she finally decides to go to him to take care of her problem. (i am an expert at summaries aren't i?💀)

Warnings: Smut :3. Soft fluffy smut, fingering, maybe a small bit of dom/sub? It's pretty vanilla mostly.

a/n: uhm yeah so, hi after idk how many months 💀 this might not be my best work since i haven't written in a long time so keep that in mind. ill try and get back to that kinky shit soon tho. inspired by this request.

NAVIGATION

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Aching, rotting, coveting.

It had been a day, ever since morning started, and you opened your eyes to empty bedsheets and a note scribbled beside your pillow, and a yearning left to rot in you for the rest of the day.

It wasn't too much to ask for your boyfriend to take you in the morning and just give you a productive start for the day right? It wasn't ‘needy’ just a mere necessity.

His stupid fucking note and the even stupider sentences written on it.

“I have quidditch practice today, I won't be able to meet you for the rest of the day.”

-Love, Draco.

Stupid, stupid note and an even more stupid burn in your lower abdomen.

So, for the rest of the horrible day, you went around classes, ate in some, slept in some, studied in some, and missed Draco in all of them.

You missed his hands, and the way they'd intertwine with yours, his kisses on your face, his taunting deep voice— oh god, that voice.

That dreamy deep, beautiful, incredibly arousing voice. The way he'd speak in low whispers as he'd press you down on the bed, and kiss along your naked body, and make promises and love.

His lean body, above yours, meeting your eyes, his hair falling over him temples as he pumps in and out of you, over and over and over.

Shit.

You should not be fucking having sexual fantasies about Draco in Charms class.

You hadn't even seen his face in the morning, not even kissed him.

And just, fuck this shit. Because, if you needed Draco, then you would have him, and he would give himself over to you, because your trusted he would.

He was yours, of course he would take care of you.

—

“Uh, Draco?” you said, calling out to him in the locker room. You'd seen him come inside, so surely he'd just be around somewhere.

“Sweetheart?” he said, puzzled. He paused. Stared at you for a moment, then dropped his kit on a bench.

Then you wanted to run back to the castle because he was probably not happy to see you here, he'd been busy all day and now he had to deal with you and—

All of those insecurities got shoved aside as he smiled— warmly— and started to walk over to you.

Two large hands wrapped around you, and tugged you towards him, burying you in his chest and kissing your forehead lovingly.

“Hi” he grinned, looking down at you. You smiled back, reached up and kissed him, hard. There was no point in hiding your want, so you just laid it out.

As though you were a clear parchment and he were the ink which spilled over it.

“Missed you— I missed you so much” you muttered, pulling away, and looking away from his eyes. “I can see that” he laughs, kissing your temple now.

You kissed him again on the mouth, pressing his hard, hot body right against your own. Feeling his skin and then feeling yourself starting to throb even harder.

The way his hair was messy and fell over his forehead, his shirt tight around his muscles. Just— so perfect.

One of his hands found your waist, balancing you, the other in your hair, tugging as your pressed your tongue in his mouth and deepened the kiss— you felt him smirk as you were kissing.

He pulled back after a moment, panting a little, and wickedly smirking.

“Well wow— you're something else today aren't you?” He ran a lanky— veiny— hand through his hair and smiled.

“I just.. need you” you said plainly.

“Need me? How so?” he raised a brow, and reached his hand down to your hip, squeezing hard until you gasped.

He kissed down your neck, and slid his hand into your shirt. “How do you need me, love?”

“Just— please, you know where. But if you're busy then—”

“I'm never busy for you, you're my priority sweetheart”

And that, really had you going. The affirmation, the slight teasing.

“I can't give you what you want unless you tell me”

You glared mildly at him, then grabbed his hand from your hip, and pressed it firmly— between your thighs.

He gasped as he felt you, throbbing, and slick even through the cotton of your panties. He moved his thumb to the apex of it, putting pressure there and licking at your throat now.

He grabbed you by your waist, and pulled you up on a counter. The pulled away only for a moment to put privacy charms around the locker room.

He said nothing, just unbuttoned your blouse, shoved your bra down, pulled your skirt up your hips, parted your thighs and stood between them.

“Pretty” he said to no one but himself, kissed you cheek and pulled your panties to the side. His fingers rubbed a circle around your clit, his eyes— avid, and fixed on the way his hand worked on your cunt.

He kissed along your breast, “This is where you needed it right?” he said, in a low voice, staring into your eyes as he ran a finger along your slit.

“I— yes” you nod, and arch into his fingers. His left hand cups your ass, not at all gently, and he taps his finger at your entrance.

Your legs involuntary part even more, offering yourself to him, he groans at that, and then pushes his finger deep inside until your head falls into the mirror behind you.

He's quick to pull out his finger and shove it back inside. His eyes seemed to have turned black now.

He wrapped his mouth around your nipple, his warm wet mouth, working around it as he pumped his finger.

“Fuck, look at that” he said, looking at the way you fell apart on his finger as he pushed another one inside. Working his hand so so perfectly— grunting at the sight and the sounds.

When his finger pumped harder, and then curled, you left out a whimper, a really loud one at that, and he smirked at it.

He was fucking you hard, taking no pause to give you what you wanted, thrusting his fingers until your thighs started shaking and he could only stare the whispering mess you were.

You gripped his shoulder, hard, pressed nails into him.

“I love how you trust me” he spoke, resting his forehead against yours as he kept fingering you. “My pretty angel just know when to come to me, don't you”

You nodded several times, “Yes, I— I trust you” you sobbed, trying to finally— finally sort out the rot which had been killing you all day.

“Fuck, Draco!” you gasped, and with that, you came. Clenching around his fingers, your legs shaking and your breaths shaky and loud.

Draco seemed to exhale in satisfaction, as if this gave him more pleasure than it did you.

“Was that good for you?” he asked, grinning as he pulled his fingers out and pressed then to his mouth, feeling you on his tongue.

You smiled, “So good”

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violette-hue · 8 months

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Amortentia

Summary: Pansy forces a secret out of you, and you’re strongly debating which curse/jinx to use on her.

Trigger Warning(s): Pansy (mentions of her), one (?) curse word, mentions of pure bloods (purebloods?), mentions of the future, love/strongly like

Word Count: 749

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

“It’s a nice out tonight.”

You sat down on the edge of the astronomy tower next to Draco. The summer breeze danced across your heated cheeks, cooling you down. The events from twenty minutes ago still boiled your blood and you wanted nothing more than to go back to the Slytherin common room and give Pansy a good wack. Maybe even a curse or jinx.

“What do you want, Draco?” you asked, not daring to look over at him.

“What’s Pansy talking about?”

You took a deep breath. Apparently Draco wasn’t going to beat around the bush with this. You could see him looking at you from your peripherals, his blue eyes haunting in the moonlight. You debated your options. Tell Draco what started this mess, or pretend like you didn’t know. Instinctively, you wanted to choose the latter, but Draco knew you too well, and he’d know you were lying. Even without looking at him. You pursed your lips.

“Remember the Amortentia potion?” you started. You didn’t give him the opportunity to answer as you continued. “I didn’t smell my boyfriend – ex-boyfriend. I smelled you.” You kept your eyes on the moon, ignoring your peripherals. Ignoring your body tingling as Draco scooted closer to you. “Pansy asked me who I smelled. She found out, somehow. I didn’t even tell her, didn’t want to.”

“You always were a bad liar,” Draco said softly. You noted the way his fingers twitched where it rested on his leg, almost as if he wanted to touch you, but decided against it.

“Yeah,” you responded. “I am.” Your heart beat in your chest wildly. Of all the things he could have said, he decided to point out your inability to lie? Had you not just dropped a bomb of information on him? Did he not even care? Your stomach flipped at the thought, legs tingling. What if he didn’t care? What would you do? Would your friendship be over?

You dared a peak at Draco. He was looking at the moon now, admiring her glow. Her haunted rays of light made Draco almost glow, the light bouncing off his light blonde hair. He looked almost like an angel. A haunted, fallen angel. You looked away from him and focused your gaze on the ground hundreds of feet below you. You’re not even sure if you could see the ground properly, or if that was just a thick layer of mist.

“It’s a good thing for me, though,” Draco said suddenly, breaking the awkward silence. Or maybe the silence was only awkward for you?

“Why?”

Draco looked at you, a small smile playing on his lips. “Because I like bad liars. I like you.”

Your eyes met Draco’s and you searched for any deceit. The only thing you saw was sincerity and…longing. Had he always looked at you like that?

You shifted under his gaze and returned your eyes to the floor—or the mist—whatever that was.

“You don’t have to pity me, Draco.”

You heard him scoff. “I was never taught to pity anyone. I’m telling the truth, Y/N, I like you. More than a friend. And I think you like me more than a friend, too.”

It was your turn to scoff now, only when you did it, it sounded more like a weak laugh. “What gave it away — the amortentia?”

Draco smiled and moved closer to you. “Something like that.”

You returned the smile and rested your head on his shoulder. You took a deep breath of relief and contentment. Apples. Leather. Galleons. Just as you had smelt in the potion days ago.

Perhaps a part of you had always known your feelings for Draco were beyond that of friendship. He was the closest person in your life, had been there the longest, too. Whatever shit was going on with your parents, you had always found each other. It seemed fitting you would find your way to be together, and you were sure your parents would have arranged it anyways. Purebloods, they would have said, are meant to be together. That didn’t matter to you. You were with Draco because you wanted to.

You looked up at him through your lashes to find that he was already looking at you. Without missing a beat, you leaned forward and kissed him. His lips were soft and a bit dehydrated, but it felt right. This felt right. You both were still children in society’s eyes, but you knew, somehow, that this would last.

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starlitsilvereyes · 10 months

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Written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt: Slide | Rating: E | Warnings: Smut | Read on Ao3

Draco’s breath gets knocked out of him as Harry slides in, agonisingly slow, one hand on Draco’s arse cheek to keep him open for him and the other grasping Draco’s hand.

“Too fast?” Harry pants, pressing his forehead against Draco’s shoulder in an attempt to keep himself steady.

Draco only whines, nearly fucking himself on Harry out of pure desperation.

Harry watches himself disappear inside Draco’s body for a moment, relishing the show Draco has decided to perform for him. Until it entirely becomes too much for the both of them, and Harry decides to finally fuck Draco properly, gripping his hips with both of his hands.

Draco turns his head, unconcerned about the odd angle, as Harry leans in and moans into Draco’s open mouth.

Nothing has ever felt more like coming home.

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dracoslittleangel · 2 years

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oKAY hmmm draco teasing you in class because you're doing some cute habit (i.e. sticking your tongue out while writing, or bouncing your knee)? i know that's not really specific aaa tell me if you want more detail lol

a/n: mwahahaha guess who's back👀 yessir! wi here, is back(probably) andddd I was gonna start with some angst but decided against it coz why not? anywayyy, hope you all like this, it's been so long since I last wrote🥺also, it's gonna be a headcanon.

y'all would be sitting in class waiting for Professor Sprout to show up. Draco is sitting beside you ofcourse.

Professor Sprout is going to take a test and let's just say herbology is not your best subject. You wait for her anxiously and start fidgeting with your hands.

draco notices this and takes a hold of your right hand and brings it up to his lips and places a chaste kiss on your knuckles, looking at you straight in the eye.

he then leans closer and whispers,"you will be alright, darling." you'd be blushing like hell by this point. even after about a year of dating, this boy makes you feel so many new things everyday.

you look down to hide the rose tint covering your face and he chuckles and kisses your cheek.

Professor Sprout eventually arrives and handovers the question parchments and you start writing.

when draco is finished with his test, he looks towards you to see you still writing. he almost chuckles when he sees your tongue dart out which draco has noticed happens when you're doing something with full concentration.

he doesn't disturb you at that time.

when you finish your test, you look at him and he darts his tongue out too as a way to tease you pout and look the other way to hide your smile.

"you look cute when you're concentrating",he whispers into your ear considering students are still writing the test.

"you,draco malfoy, are a flirt", you squint your eyes at him, trying your best to hide your blush.

"only for you", he winks at you and looks forward to see if Professor Sprout was looking before stealing a kiss on the lips, leaving you like a mess.

a/n: how was ittttttt. so long since I last wroteeee

tags: @slytherin-princess247 @thehalfbloodedwitch @siriusblackstwin @you-bloody-shank @sabbbyn @niktwazny303 @johannelis2302nely

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cutielando · 3 months

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Hello can I request draco with a gryffindor reader who happens to be the daughter of both Ares and Aphrodite. How would her parents react when their daughter wanted to marry a former death eater after the battle of hogwarts?

ungodly romance ~ draco malfoy

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Being the daughter of two Gods came with many difficulties.

With your status came responsibilities, obligations and burdens. Things were expected of you, you needed to reflect well on your parents and your kind.

Studying at Hogwarts had been your way out, your one place where you could be yourself without people breathing down your neck, without being judged for every little thing that you would do. It was your escape.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, that place had forever disappeared from your life. You were back in your closed-off world, living to please the people around you, make them proud and give them someone to show-off and brag about.

However, there was one person whom you reconnected with that gave you your freedom back.

Draco Malfoy.

During the war, you had had to cut off contact with him because of your opposing positions in the war, your parents having forbidden you from associating with Death Eaters or anyone who might tarnish their stellar reputation, as a matter of fact.

You and Draco had just secretly started dating before the war broke out, cutting contact being the most hurtful thing you've had to do. Having just found someone to love you for who you were, and immediately having to let them go.

When you reconnected after the war, it seemed like two pieces of a puzzle reunited after a long time without each other. You finally felt like you were at home again, safe and sound in the arms of the one you loved.

There was just one problem.

Your parents.

The fear that crippled your heart at the thought of them meeting Draco was paralyzing. You knew how they felt about Death Eaters, and despite Draco leaving those days behind, that wouldn't matter to them. He would still be evil in their eyes.

Draco was the one who insisted that he meet them. He was positive that he could change their minds and make them see that he was good for you, that those days were long behind him and he wasn't evil at heart as they had concluded.

You weren't so sure, but you figured you had nothing more to lose. The worst your parents could do was lock you away for good, but it wasn't anything that you hadn't previously been through.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" you asked Draco for the twentieth time as you stopped before the grand door that sat in front of you.

You had been very evasive with details about your boyfriend when you told your parents you would be bringing him to dinner, which sparked their curiosity even more.

But not in a good way.

"Love, we have to get this done. We can't hide away forever" he caressed your cheek, sensing how nervous you truly were.

"Yes, we can. There's nothing stopping us. They don't care about my life anyway, and I know what they're going to say already. This is all really unnecessary" you tried to reason with him, trying to convince him just how bad this idea was in your eyes.

"I want to meet your parents, and regardless of what they say, I'm not giving up on us. Whatever comes our way, we'll deal with it together" looking into his gray eyes, you felt comfort.

Without realizing it, you found yourself nodding and taking his hand, finally entering the place you had been dreading to enter for the past few days.

Immediately, as soon as you stepped foot into the house, servants bombarded you left and right, not even sparing Draco a second glance as they focused on you.

"Master and Mistress are awaiting you in the grand ballroom" one of the servants informed you before disappearing with the others into another room.

You glanced once more at Draco before letting out a big breath, and beginning your journey towards the ballroom.

Once stopped in front of the entrance, you raised your hand to knock, but the doors opened on their own before you got the chance.

"Hello Mother, hello Father" you greeted your parents, both of them conversing with their backs turned to you.

"Sit" your mother's sweet yet icy voice spoke, not turning around yet.

You glanced at Draco with the corner of your eyes, but followed suit nonetheless.

Both of you took a seat next to each other, clearing your throat and keeping your hand clasped in his.

Your parents, Ares and Aphrodite, God of war and Goddess of love and beauty, now stood facing you, eyeing you down wearily. You were accustomed to their intense gaze, but it hurt Draco to look at them.

"Who have you brought here?" your mother asked, her eyes scanning your boyfriend.

By the way she was looking at him, you could already sense her suspicion.

"This is my boyfriend, Draco. Draco, these are my parents"

"It's an honor to meet you both," Draco said nervously.

Your father stared him down, cracking his knuckles.

"What is this young man doing in my house? Do you have no respect for us? Don't you know what he did in the war?" the booming voice of your father echoed off the walls, his fist hitting the long table that stood between you.

You didn't even flinch, accustomed already to his outbursts. There was a reason why he was the God of war, after all.

Clearing your throat, you held your head high and looked at your father.

"I am aware of Draco's actions during the war, but I am also aware of the fact that he did not participate willingly in any of them. He was being forced by his father, who is now residing in Azkaban for his crimes. I know you despise the lot, but Draco is not like them. He never was and he never will. I ask of you that you give him a chance and get to know him before making any judgements" your father was fuming, but you could your mother smiling from the corner of your eyes.

She had always encouraged you to fight for the ones you love, and this was the first time you had really stood up to your father like this.

"I don't want to hear this right now" he turned around and stormed out of the room, something you had known was going to happen.

"Don't worry, my dear. I will speak to your father. Draco, consider yourself welcomed to the family" your mother caressed his shoulder before graciously following after your father.

Left alone in the room, you let out a big sigh of relief, not quite believing what had just happened.

"I told you so" Draco teased, bumping your shoulders.

Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.

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sleepparalysisdemon112 · 1 year

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Renewed

Summary: After not seeing your husband Draco for a while due to your job, you two are finally rejoiced

warnings: 18+ smut, love making, pinv, breeding kink, just some fluffy sex

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“I’ve missed you love,” he was kissing down your neck his breathe fanning over you through each word. Your legs were wrapped around his waist pulling him impossibly closer to your body.

“Me too- fuck,” you moaned and gripped tighter on the base of white hair on the back of his neck. He smiled into your skin savoring the scent, the warmth.

“I’ve missed this perfect body of yours,” he kissed your breast and fondled one with one hand before sliding back up to your face and pressing kisses to your lips, cheeks, nose, eyebrows, “and this gorgeous face,”

“You held onto the back of his head for support, your climax almost reaching, “baby, I’m close,” you whimpered into your husband the warmth of his pale skin, the feel of his kisses and loving gropes over your body heightening the feeling intensely. “Me too love-- m’gonna give you another baby, yeah?”

“Please,” you tried to suppress any too loud of noises not wanting to wake the sleeping children a couple of rooms over. “Merlin, I love you Y/n,”

“Fuck- I love you too,” the feeling of his length so deep inside you the warmth, the familiar feeling of a body you loved, of a body you knew so well, you were sure you could tell him by energy alone, you knew every scar-- every birthmark.

The two of your bodies were one, and you came at the same time, and neither of you moved. His body fell onto yours and he kissed you once more before the both of you fell asleep.

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anakinellie · 6 months

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a week to charm d.m

monday is the first day of his week-long plan to make you fall in love with him. the first step is making you take him seriously as a romantic interest. draco leaves an apple and a note on your desk. it's simple, a little "you look beautiful today" even though he hasn't seen you yet. you always look beautiful to him. he sits a few rows behind, staring at you and hoping you look back at him and bless him with one of your beautiful smiles. his heart skips a beat when you turn to look at him shyly, smiling as you mouth a simple "thank you" before turning back to class.

draco knows your schedule, he has his ways to find information when he needs it. he knows that every tuesday afternoon you spend your free period at the library, studying or reading. he joins you, carefully planning it as if fate wanted him to find you. he grabs the book you were reaching for, offering it to you with a bright smile. he sits opposite to you, admiring your beauty and concentration. after, he walks you to the common room, asking you about your research. he could listen to you speak about magical creatures for the rest of his life. it is him who blushes when you thank him for walking you, he can't help but to get shy when you call him sweet.

wednesday puts a stop to his good mood. after looking all over the castle (or more honestly, after asking first years to look for you), pansy finally revealed that she had run into you at the infirmary. an accident during care of magical creatures, nonetheless. it was nothing serious, nothing madam pomfrey didn't already take care of by the time the blonde arrived, but that wasn't going to stop him from looking after you. for the rest of the day, forget about carrying so much as a quill, or having to wait for your turn to enter the great hall. if a first year runs before you? he's throwing them nasty look. if you're outside? best believe his tunic is already on top pf your, trying to keep you as warm and comfortable as he can.if your hungry but dinner time is nowhere near? the perfect time to show you how resourceful he is, and how easy it is to charm the kitchen elves into sneaking you some food. this wasn't on his plans, but after he walks you to your common room, still asking if you need anything of you feel ill, he cant help but feel proud of himself when you thank him for looking after you.

thursday is you who finds him, and normally that would have brightened his day like nothing else, but not today. he was sitting in the dark calm of the astronomy tower. his thoughts, loud and furious, prevented him from realizing you were there. your hand on his shoulder makes him jump. he tries to find words, but you sit next to him, joining him in the silence. and when you rest your head against his shoulder, he brings you closer to him, arm around yours. he knows you are whispering comforting words, but he can't hear anything over the beating of his heart. at that moment, he wonders who was supposed to charm who.

on friday he makes sure that you know he wants to spend time with you. first the talks about the party slytherin is having sunday night after winning the quidditch match (he knows he will catch the snitch and win against ravenclaw). he makes it clear he wants you there as his guest. once you agree, he mentions how much he thinks you'd like the early morning practice. when the castle is silent, the dew fresh and the cold breeze brings out a soft warmth within you. he talks about how it's his favorite time of the day, and he wants to share it with you. finally he offers to escort you to hogsmeade, taking your complains about your friends not going as his perfect chance to simulate a date with you.

draco searched for you through the mass of students that would take over the carriages every saturday afternoon. eventually the blonde found you, sitting next to theodore, and after one particular nasty look, the fellow slytherin leaves you two alone. the second you agree to let him keep you company during this trip, his masterplan unfolds. he insists on paying for anything and everything you even look at. if he thinks you want it, you shall have it. sweets, clothes, books, butterbeer. he's not trying to be pushy, he just wants to show you he can spoil you and take care of you. gifting things is his way to show love and devotion, even when you assure him that he doesn't need to. he wants to. he wants to give you the world if you'd allow him to.

sunday means quidditch match, and quidditch match means partying. true to his word, draco catches the golden snitch, winning the match and making the house of slytherin proud. to add to the euphoria of the win, the blonde could swear the world stopped spinning when he saw you walk into the common room. in seconds he's greeting you. his cheeks burning and his heart loud on his ears when you praise him for winning. for the rest of the night, there's not a moment when you're left on your own. all night, he's talking to you, guarding your drink, dancing to you (much to his dismay). he'll alternate drinks and water for you, and stop blaise when he tries to steal you away for a drinking game. at the end of the night, you find yourself sitting on the floor of the dungeon, resting your head on his shoulder as you tease him for his "week long plan". draco just smiles nodding to your words, letting you remain amused by his actions. it is all worth it -the teasing, the planning, the being laughed at by his friends- when he feels your fingers on his chin, moving him to meet your eyes. lips light like a feather kiss against his, fire whiskey mixed with a faint smell of green apples and the curious touch of first love.

"so much scheming just to make me fall for you, malfoy? unnecessary, but very slytherin of you" your words make him chuckle, knuckles running softly against your soft cheek.

"then you should wait and see what i have planned for the moment i ask you to marry me." draco whispers, an exciting promise hidden in his words.

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cloudybarnes · 1 year

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I hope that you may consider my request for Draco Malfoy, in which the reader is in Gryffindor house and a muggle. He doesn’t want to admit that he has feelings for her and she feels the same about him but he doesn’t know how to really react to these feelings and picks on her a little bit until the one day she felt the need to stick up for him to a teacher that seemed to have it for him and after that, feelings are confessed and they end up together in the end? If not, that’s okay! :)

Hii thank you so much for the request!! Hopefully I did it justice to how you imagined it :)

Pairing: Draco Malfor x gryffindor!reader

Summary: hidden feelings with draco get revealed when (Y/N) stands up for him against one of their professors

Word Count: 1.1k+

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"Oh bloody hell," Ron rolled his eyes, "here comes Malfoy."

You scoffed, looking over to where Ron nodded his head. The two of you were sat in the yard on a picnic blanket studying for your potions exam.

Hermione, who may have been able to help a little better than Ron, was off helping Harry woo Cho with some scheme he's come up with. Truthfully though, Ron is pretty good with potions.

"Well, well," Malfoy taunted, his two goonies right in tow, "what have we here? Weasle-bee and (Y/N) on a little date? How pathetic."

Draco stood directly over top of where you and Ron sat. He stared down at you with a smirk, not really paying much attention to Ron.

"What, jealous no girls want to be around that nasty attitude of yours?" you smirked back.

Draco scoffed with a laugh, "I'm sure you'd have no problem spending a night with my 'nasty attitude', sweet cheeks."

The way he spoke to you both infuriated you and gave you butterflies. It was pathetic. Draco was attractive; there was no doubt about that. Beside that, he was a complete dick. He was rude to you and your friends, always belittled them, and did his best to push your buttons.

It was infuriating.

"(Y/N) would never go for someone like you, Malfoy," Ron piped up, "you're way below her standards."

Ron was great for defending you, but if you were being honest with yourself, Draco wasn't mean to you. He was a jerk to your friends which is something you couldn't tolerate, but all he really did was tease you.

Draco smirked, "Why don't we let (Y/N) tell me herself if I'm 'so below her standards'. Sweetheart?"

That pet name made your stomach flip, but you wouldn't show it.

You rolled your eyes, "Draco, you're an asshole at the best of times; I would never give you a chance. Now, if you'll excuse us, we've got a potions exam to study for."

Draco scoffed and gathered his two goons and left you and Ron be.

“What a nightmare that Malfoy is,” Ron stated.

You hummed in agreement, looking back down at your potions book. The blonde boy infiltrating your thoughts, much to your dismay.

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In class the next day, you sat next to Hermione with Ron and Harry at the two-person table behind you. You were sat down taking your potions exam, doing everything in your power to figure out what bloody liquid you put in your pot to make a truth potion.

Just as you’re on the verge of figuring it out, Draco barges into the classroom, late as usual. Snape’s head lifts up from his desk as Draco parades in and takes his seat.

“Mr. Malfoy,” Snape starts and he stands from his chair, “you’re late.”

“Sorry professor, got lost in the halls.”

Snape scowls, “I don’t want your half-witted excuses, Malfoy. I guess you are as stupid as your classmates presume you to be.”

The class starts to giggle, but Draco bows his head with a scowl on his face. You start to feel a little bit bad for Draco. Though he’s a dickhead to you and your friends, you still know how it sucks to be picked on, especially by a teacher.

“In fact,” Snape continues as he slowly steps closer to where Draco sits, “you may as well just not even bother taking the exam today. Godric knows you wouldn’t pass even if you had an intelligence spell with you.”

“Professor,” your voice shocks you. You didn’t realize your disdain for the way Malfoy was being talked to would lead to this.

Snape turns his attention to you, “Ms. (Y/L/N)?”

You cleared your throat and looked at Draco for a quick second before bringing your attention back to Professor Snape. “I think it’s entirely inappropriate the way you belittle Mr. Malfoy by saying how stupid you perceive him to be. Draco may not be the top student, but he is clever, and I think it’s a mistake to underestimate him.”

The class stared at you in disbelief. A Gryffindor standing up for a Slytherin is unheard of, especially if the Slytrherin is Draco Malfoy.

Snape stares as you for a long second before speaking, “everyone back to the exam. Next person to talk gets 20 points deducted from their house.”

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After class got let out, you walked with Hermione, Ron, and Harry out in the hallways.

“What has gotten into you!” Harry exclaimed, “Sticking up for Malfoy now?”

“I’m so confused,” Ron mumbled.

“I mean,” Harry continued, “what were you even thinking?”

Before you could even get a word out, Draco’s voice called out your name.

The four of you turned around to see Draco standing behind you. “Can we have a chat, (Y/L/N)?” Draco asked as he turned his back and started walking the opposite direction as you.

You looked to your friends, who shook their heads, but your curiosity got the better of you, and you decided to go anyway.

When you caught up to Draco, he was stood at one of the pillars looking out the window.

“What did you want, Malfoy?”

Draco turned his attention to you, “Why did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Don’t play stupid, (Y/N),” Draco snarled, “you stood up for me in front of Snape, in front of the whole class at that. You called him out for saying I was stupid, then you actually complimented me.”

Draco started to grow a smirk on his face. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you have a little crush on me.”

You couldn’t help the warmth that spread to your cheeks. “I don’t have a crush on you, for Godric’s sake. I just don’t particularly like the way Snape talks to his students. Trust me, it was not because it was you, it was because Snape needs to be knocked off his high horse sometimes.”

Draco chuckled, “Alright, (Y/N), you keep on telling yourself that.” Draco grabbed his bag off the floor and slung it over his shoulder. He stared into your eyes as his shoulder brushed yours,Draco walking past you and leaving.

You turned and watched him go, but he stopped a few steps down the line. Draco turned around, smirk on his face. “Maybe next time Snape gives us an assignment, you’ll have me as your study date instead of old Weasle-bee.”

With that, Draco turned back again, walking away. His last statement sent butterflies straight to your belly. You couldn’t wait to take him up on that offer.

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dracoslittlepet · 2 years

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IMAGINE...

• Draco writing a letter home to his mother about you, expressing his feelings for you and how much he adores you...

Scritch, scritch, scritch.

Every stroke of Draco's quill on the parchment formed the finest letters, the product of which was some of the sappiest things he had possibly ever written. He couldn't quite keep the smile off his face as he wrote, his cheeks flushing a faint pink every now and then.

"Dearest Mother,

I know it has been a very long while since I last wrote home, but there has been so much going on. Would you believe it if I told you I'm in love? I still can't quite believe it, myself. Oh, she's wonderful. Her name is Y/N Y/L/N, and she's a half-blood. Now, I know what you and Father are going to say, but I really don't see the problem. Mother, she is the sweetest girl I have ever met, if maybe a bit too nice to be in Slytherin, though.

But that's quite alright. I think that's what I admire the most about her. She has nothing but kindness for those she cares deeply about, but she also has a fierce temper to rival my own. Potter called me a rather unsavory name last week, and Y/N almost tore him a new one. Oh, if you could have seen her! She was nothing short of perfection, I swear it.

I'm really hoping that you and Father will let me bring her home for the holidays this year, so you can both have a chance to meet her, and maybe see her the way I do. Just being around her takes a lot off my mind, she makes me feel more like myself than I possibly ever have in a very long time. There are so many little things I absolutely adore about her...

The way she smiles, the sound of her laughter, the way she always has to sneak a book out with her to the Great Hall, so she can read during mealtimes.... Everything about her is so endearing. Y/N and I have only been seeing each other for all of about three months, but it feels like I've known her forever.

Time feels eternal, endless, when I'm near her... Like things are finally being set right and nothing can go wrong. I'm probably jinxing myself by saying so, but I have a feeling this is going to last for a while. Who knows, I may eventually propose to her, if things continue as smoothly as they have. (With yours and Father's blessing, of course. And her parents'.)

In other news, things are going alright. I've left my Quidditch position as team Seeker, in order to focus on the task you and I talked about at the start of the year. Blaise Zabini has taken over for me, you would like him. He's one hell of a Seeker, and he seems to know what he's doing, if our latest wins over Gryffindor are any indication.

I'm currently top of the class in my Alchemy and Dark Arts classes, which is what I wanted. That reminds me, Y/N is top of the class in Potions, did you know? But I don't think she'll make a career out of it. If I remember correctly, I think she said she wanted to be an Auror, or perhaps something to do with Muggle Studies? I'll ask her when I see her again, and get back to you on that.

In the meantime, I'm hoping you and Father are both well, and that things back home are alright. Here's hoping that everything stays quiet for a bit, you know? At least then we might have a chance. Anyway, I can't think of much else that is new, but please, when you get this letter, send me an owl back as soon as you can.

I want to hear from you and Father, see what you think of my earlier idea, of bringing Y/N home with me. Until next time, wishing you both well and sending my love to you and Father...

Much love,

♡ Draco

He knew adding the little heart at the end might have been the cherry on top, as far as sappy goes. But he didn't care; he was in love and he didn't give a damn if it was unlike him. Y/N was the best thing that had happened to him, and he was determined to keep it that way. With another smile, Draco neatly folded up the letter, tucking it inside one of his family's signature dark green envelopes, before sealing it shut.

And later that afternoon, as he sent away the letter by his family's eagle owl, a sense of lightness and warmth came over him. Who would have thought that he, Draco Malfoy, would ever fall in love?

But it was true; he had (and would continue to have) an utterly unequivocal sense of love and affection for Y/N, until his dying breath. After all, isn't this how things were supposed to be...?

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violette-hue · 2 years

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Amortentia

Summary: Professor Slughorn is teaching about the dangerous potion, Amortentia, and you smell someone you're not supposed to.

Trigger Warning(s): Potions, Slughorn (for those who don't like him), teasing, Pansy Parkinson, cursing(?), mentions of love/like/relationships

Word Count: 743

A/N: Just a quick drabble I wrote from a small idea. I wasn't too sure where to go with this, but I hope whoever reads this likes it :) Also, please take this as my application to be apart of the Draco side of tumblr/DracoTok.

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"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world," Slughorn said. "It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them."

You watched as the professor executed the last steps of the potion, lavender swirls fuming into the air.

"Do we have a volunteer?" Professor Slughorn asked.

You rolled your eyes as Hermoine approached the cauldron with slight apprehension. She leaned forward, her chest rising as she took a deep breath.

"Can you tell us what you smell?" asked Slughorn.

Hermoine nodded, uttering, "...Freshly mown grass...new parchment...and...and..."

Your eyes widened slightly, flickering toward the only Weasley in the classroom. Did the brains of Gryffindor have a crush on Weasley?! You stood up, making your way to the cauldron.

"I'd like a smell," you said, fiddling with the sleeves of your robe.

Professor Slughorn chuckled as some of the others girls in the class echoed the same desires. They all wanted to smell and see what attracted them.

"Alright, one at a time. Go on," Slughorn urged.

You took a deep breath and inhaled the fumes. They turned dark green and you smiled, expecting to smell the familiar scent of cedar wood from your boyfriend's cologne. But you didn't. The smell, it was sweet and crisp--apples? Your brows furrowed and the fumes changed to a rich, blackish-brown color. The sweet and crisp smell of apples merged and changed into an earthy, sweet scent. Leather. The third scent you recognized almost immediately as the metallic tang hit your nostrils. Money.

You stepped out of the way, letting a very eager classmate take your place. You sat at your shared table and rest your chin on your hand. Apples, leather, and money? That wasn't what your boyfriend smelt like... You chewed on the inside of your lip, deep in thought. If that wasn't your boyfriend, then who was it?

"Hello? Earth to Y/N? Did you hear what I said at all?"

Your gaze shot up to your partner, Pansy. She was starting at you, eyebrows bunch with annoyance.

"Hmm? Sorry, deep in thought," you responded, turning your head towards Pansy. "What was that?"

"I was telling you what I smelled," Pansy stated, her annoyance seeping into her tone. "Galleons, leather, and apples. Do you know who that is?"

Galleons. Leather. Apples. That was exactly what you had smelled. And knowing Pansy... You swallowed hard. You thought you had a good idea of who those fragrances belonged to.

You were almost too scared to respond to your portions partner. "...Draco..?"

Pansy beamed at you. "Draco," she confirmed. "I told you we're meant to be."

You rolled your eyes, desperately trying to dull the panic rising in your chest. Why had you smelled Malfoy, of all people? Not your boyfriend, not even someone remotely nice. Malfoy.

"You know that potion only shows us who we're attracted to, right?" you replied matter-of-factly. "You're just attracted to him. It's not meant to be."

Okay, maybe you had added that last part more for you than for her, but you needed some reassurance. And Pansy was sure as hell not the one to give that to you. If she ever found out who you had smelled in that Amortentia potion, you'd never hear the end of it. Hogwarts wouldn't hear the end of it. Everyone in this school would know you were more attracted to Draco and not your boyfriend.

Pansy opened her mouth to speak, her face contorted with irritation when Professor Slughorn proceeded with his lecture. "Amortentia doesn't really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room, causing a powerful infatuation or obsession."

"Dangerous?" someone scoffed. The timbre in the voice sounded familiar, arrogant. "This silly love potion?" Some of your classmates laughed at Draco's comment, a handful agreeing with him.

"When you have seen as much of life as I have, Draco, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love," Slughorn responded.

You didn't dare steal a glance in Draco's direction. Throughout the rest of the class, you kept your head down. When you were finally dismissed, you waisted no time ejecting yourself from your seat and fleeing to the common room. You needed some alone time, some time to think.

Why had you smelled Draco Malfoy instead of your boyfriend?

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starlitsilvereyes · 9 months

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Lick It Up

Written for @harryjamespotterweek's Day #1 Prompt: Body Worship | Rating: E | Warnings: PWP, Blowjob, Deepthroating, Praise Kink, Cock Worship | Read on Ao3

“You’re so good, Harry,” Draco says, hot breath fanning over the perspiration on Harry’s skin. “So good for me.”

Draco sinks down to his knees, silver eyes blazing through Harry as pale, aristocratic hands rest on his hips, thumbing at the hipbone through his jeans. Draco’s movements are calculated: the slide of a finger under the leather of Harry’s belt, looping it through the metal buckle; shiny, perfectly manicured nails sliding under the waistband of Harry’s pants; Draco’s warm, silky tongue licking the underside of Harry’s weeping cock.

“Fuck, Draco,” is all Harry can say, over and over again when Draco’s lips wrap around Harry’s cock, sliding him into Draco’s hot, velvety mouth.

“I love your cock,” Draco says, pulling off to suck harder on Harry’s tip. “Love the way you fit in my mouth.” He takes Harry in deeper, teeth grazing ever so slightly on Harry’s skin, just the way Harry likes.

Harry moans when his cock hits the back of Draco’s throat. The sight before him is so filthy and raw a part of him is almost ashamed. Almost. Draco’s eyes roll back when Harry pumps his hips, driving his cock deeper down Draco’s throat. He doesn’t choke on it, just taking it like he was made perfectly for Harry’s dick. Draco’s mouth is so hot and tight and smooth and perfect and–

Saliva dribbles down Draco’s chin as he gets Harry wetter from root to tip. “Fuck my throat like how you would fuck my hole. Then come inside me. I want it Harry– I want you so bad. Want your come in my mouth. Want you to fill me up.”

With that, Draco goes back to sucking Harry off like his life depends on it. He takes Harry even deeper, deeper than before and deeper than he’s ever gone. His throat tightens around Harry’s length, holds him there for a few seconds, then pulls off almost to the tip before going back down again.

Harry is dizzy from the pleasure of it. He grasps the strands of Draco’s platinum blond hair for leverage, grip tightening as he fucks himself in Draco’s mouth as Draco wished. “God, Draco, you’re so perfect– so fucking good for me–”

And then Harry’s coming with a cry, Draco’s name spilling from his tongue like heavenly sin and Draco just takes it. Takes all of it and sucks Harry harder through his orgasm and swallows all of Harry’s come, licking him until there’s nothing left.

Draco pulls off with a pop, lips red and swollen. “Good?” He has the nerve to ask.

Harry only kneels down to his level and takes Draco’s mouth with his, tasting himself on Draco’s tongue.

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dracoslittleangel · 1 year

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(un)happy ending (draco malfoy)

a/n: although this exactly wasn't the idea, this was still inspired by @just-another-godless-god and i want to thank you for that. also, idk how i went from wanting to write a cute proposal thingy to this. but enjoy, i've written after so long.

pairing- draco malfoy x female! reader

genre: angst

summary: y/n and draco are ex-lovers. y/n gets invited to draco's wedding. what happens when the memories of the past ghost her present?

All the voices faded out in the background when I looked at him. There he stood at the altar, in all his glory, a ravishing tuxedo hugging his body perfectly with his hair styled just the right way-neither too messy, nor too combed. His smile took my breath away, his dimples prominent and his eyes crinkled at the edges. But, as much as I wished he was, I wasn't the one he was smiling at.

Draco Malfoy stood there, stars shining in his eyes as he smiled at his witch. By the radiant smile he had on his face which could light up an entire room, no one could tell he was nervous. But I could. I have known Draco for enough time to tell when he is nervous, or happy, or sad. I could decipher all the emotions which swarmed through his mind and heart at any point of time, yet, it wasn't my place to do so anymore. No, it was Astoria's, who was currently walking down the aisle, arm looped in her father's and eyes drowned in all the emotions a bride would feel- happiness, nervousness and love. She looked utterly beautiful in her gown, like a goddess sent straight down from heaven.

As she reached at the altar, Draco helped her up, kissing her hand and whispering something in her ear which made her cheeks turn red. A sad smile made its way onto my lips. Oh how many times had I dreamt of this exact moment, wishing upon the stars, praying to the almighty, hoping that Draco and I had been the endgame. But, we weren't, and there was nothing I could do about it. I tuned everything out as the ceremony began, my thoughts taking me back to that one night when it all changed.

flashback

It takes years to build something, but it takes only one moment to ruin it, destroy it to pieces. In this case, it was my relationship and trust with Draco that took years to build and one simple sentence that destroyed it all-"I love you, but I am not in love with you anymore."

I looked at him in shock, my mind a whirlwind of emotions and questions. We were at the astronomy tower where Draco had called me to have a talk. I thought it would be our regular stargazing sessions where we ended up gazing at each other, however, little did I know, it was going to lead to something which wouldn't let us even look at each other anymore.

"Y/N, say something", he said, making me snap out of my thoughts. I looked at his pleading and tear-welled eyes, still not able to comprehend anything.

Then, out of nowhere, I spoke the one question that had been bugging my mind since that day, the day when they met, "Its Astoria, isn't it?" My question seemed to take him by surprise and for a moment I thought maybe I was wrong, until I saw the guilt settle in his eyes.

"Y/N, please believe me, nothing happened between me and her. Never in a million years would I even think of cheating on you. You are the perfect woman anyone could ever ask for, I-", I cut him off, my voice a breathy whisper.

"If I was so perfect, why did you even think about it? Was I not enough, Draco?". The droplets of grief and sadness had started making their way down my face.

"You are enough, Y/N, more than enough, so don't you even dare think for even a fraction of a second that it was your fault.", his voice wavered.

I couldn't hold it in anymore. "Then why? Why, Draco? Where did I go wrong? What is it that she has that I don't?"

He tried to reach for me but I took a step back. I didn't need him touching me. His face fell and the the tears finally started flowing down his eyes. Even in this situation, it broke my heart to see him cry. He looked down and closed his eyes, trying to get a hold of himself.

"I-I guess the flame doesn't burn anymore", he exhaled.

My breath hitched for a second, before I let out a breathy chuckle which seemed to surprise Draco. "I think I knew this was coming, deep down somewhere. I saw the way you looked at Astoria the first time you met her, like she was magnificent. But, I always pushed that feeling away. You know why, Draco? Because I trusted you, I trusted you my with life but I guess I was wrong, so so wrong.", The silent tears had turned into sobs, both his and mine.

"I am sorry, Y/N, so fucking sorry. I never meant for her to affect-", I cut him off yet again by shaking my head, speaking between my sobs.

"You are not sorry, Draco. You are not one bit sorry for liking her, you're only sorry because we are ending and honestly, I don't trust you enough now to know that you are sorry in the first place." I can tell the words struck Draco right in his heart and I almost apologized. He opened his mouth to say something but I didn't let him. I couldn't handle anymore of it.

"Leave", I whispered. "I need some time alone". He began to protest but I held my hand up and looked at him. "Please." I guess he could tell by my expression that I couldn't stand looking at him anymore, hence, he nodded and headed down the stairs.

flashback ends

As much as I wished to forget it, I still vividly remember the following weeks. Endless nights of crying in my bed, wondering where I went wrong. Endless days of looking in the mirror wondering if I wasn't pretty enough. Endless questions that rotated in my mind like a tornado. How I spent days, weeks, months even, wondering what would have happened if she hadn't been there, if things went differently. I still wonder what would happen if that night never happened. Would it be me instead of Astoria at the altar?

Suddenly, as if remembering the ceremony, all the voices started coming back in. I watched as the priest asked him that one question, "Do you, Draco Malfoy, take Astoria Greengrass to be your lawfully wedded wife, to stand with her in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, to love and honor her in all days of your life?"

Silver eyes meet mine and the world ceases to exist. I give him a small smile and a nod. He smiles back and looks at his witch, "I do." Tears start welling up again, and I try my best to not let them flow. Tears are a mere tool that indicates a person is grieving, however, it fails to tell you how much the person is grieving. I can't begin to even fathom the load that rests in my heart, yet, I can do nothing but deal with it.

The priest then turns to Astoria, "Do you, Astoria Greengrass , take Draco Malfoy to be your lawfully wedded husband, to stand with him in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, to love and honor him in all days of your life?". She doesn't spend a moment to answer," I do".

"By the power vested in me by the god, I hereby pronounce you man and wife. You may now kiss the bride."

It takes years to build something, but it only takes one moment to ruin it. This time, it was the walls that I had made which took 6 years to build and the image of Draco kissing his wife to crumble it down. All the pain, the sadness, the heartbreak, the feelings I tried to numb came crashing down, the only evidence being the tears which descended down like a river. I closed my eyes in order to stop them, but to no avail. I needed to get out of here.

third person pov

She made her way out, thinking no one would notice as she was standing at the very back. Oh how she was wrong.

She went out in the gardens, needing fresh air. She looked around, hoping no one would be there to see her in this miserable state before she completely broke down. She held onto the fence for support as she sobbed and sobbed, that was until she heard footsteps. She stopped crying altogether.

"Y/N.", she could recognise the voice anywhere. How could she not?

"Draco", she breathed while hastily wiping off her tears before turning around and giving him a fake smile, which he could see right through.

"Are you alright?", he ran a hand through his hair.

She chuckled and said ,"I guess?"

He took a deep breath and took ahold of her hand. They had become good friends eventually after the breakup. Even before their relationship, they had been in each others life for so long that the thought of not being there didn't sit well for both of them. He then began, "You were the first person who I ever felt anything for."

Before he could continue, Y/N shook her head and cut him off. She did not need this today, or ever for that matter, "Draco, stop.", her voice a whisper.

"You were there for me at all steps of my life", Y/N looked at their joint hands and tried to make him stop once more, "Draco-", to only be cut off.

"No, look at me", and so she did and then he began again.

"You were there for me in my best times and worst. You were there for me when I got the dark mark, when I was sick, heck, you were there for me even after I betrayed you! You took my broken self and made me a better version of myself, and I will always be grateful for that, even after my death. And most of all, I will be grateful because you chose to love me even at my lowest point, even after we ended things. You were there to hold me and make me stand on my feet even after the breakup. You could have simply walked away after what I did, but you chose to stay, and for that, I don't know how to thank you.", he took another deep breath before continuing, "You were my first everything, Y/N. My first kiss, first one to see me, the real me, and the first one to explore me in ways no one had ever before. You were my first love. You made me what I am today. You were the first person I ever fell in love with. A-and I think I'll always be a little in love with you no matter how much I try. There's a part of my soul that will always be yours. I knew this from the day we met, I will love you till the day I die, I will love you for an eternity and more and I wouldn't want it any other way. You are a part of me and always will be, whether you like it or not.", neither him nor Y/N realised what a teary mess they were by now.

"I think a part of me will always belong to you too, Draco. You were my everything, and even though we broke up, you will still remain a little something in my heart, no matter how much I try to suppress it or numb the feeling. And I guess this is our closure, the one we never got and never knew that we needed.", Y/N managed to choke out.

Draco just nodded and wrapped his arms around her, her head resting on his chest, right next to his thumping heart. He kissed her head and tightened his arms around her, trying to shush her sobbing self. "Y/N, as much as I enjoy this hug, you are ruining my shirt.", he joked, trying to lighten the mood, which only earned him a slap on the chest, which he sadly chuckled to. As much as he hated seeing her cry, he didn't tell her to stop. He knew she needed this, to let out the emotions and hence he patiently stood there, holding her.

After sometime, she calmed down and broke apart from his arms before looking at him and taking a deep breath. "We should go in there now", she nodded towards the gate.

He nodded and gave her a little smile which she returned with a genuine, sweet one. This in turn made Draco smile larger. Both of them then walked inside again, their hearts lighter and smiles bigger.

One thing both of them learnt is no matter how much you want it, some stories just don't end the way you want them to. That no matter how much you desire something, it doesn't always happen. Y/N wished upon the starts that Draco and her end up together. Draco wished he would've never fallen for another. But wishing is praying for something to not happen that you don't want to happen. The stars she wished upon had no choice but to kneel before destiny. And as much as Draco didn't want it to happen, his fears did come true and he ended up betraying Y/N. They may blame themselves all the want, but it wasn't their fault. They didn't want it to happen, but it did however. And that's the part of life. You just have to accept it and move forward because you don't always get your way. That's what makes living hard. What they had was beautiful, and what they never had was even more tempting, but even things as good as their love had to end because it just wasn't there in their stars.

Healing is a part of moving on. Some people like Draco do it faster than others, however, a part of them never moved on from each other, never healed, and honestly, they didn't want it to for they were a part of each others existence.

As for Astoria, she knew a portion of Draco's heart will always belong to Y/N.

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cannibalizedyke · 2 years

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hi!! could i get 🖋 with either draco or james ?

im 5’6, ravenclaw, gemini, and i think i’d be a beater if i went to hogwarts, my favorite classes would be potions, divination, herbology and astronomy

im pretty closed off but if you get to know me im a total chatterbox (except about my issues unless we’re really close), my love languages are physical touch, quality time and gift giving, my favorite animals are crows and moths, im not great at comforting but im willing to hold you and just let you vent, im a sarcastic and in my humble opinion very funny person.

looks wise i have shoulder length, very layered strawberry blond hair w bangs, i usually wear either a bucket hat or a beanie, i have hazel eyes and freckles and im kinda tan

tysm <333

most of this was inspired by your other ask, in which you said your favorite trope was the guy falling for the girl after she beats him up :)) also i picked draco, just cause i'm not particularly into either of them and he was the first one you mentioned lmao

🖋 - send me a character and as much information about yourself as you want and i’ll write a blurb about what i think your relationship would be like!!

You were done with Draco Malfoy.

He was rude, arrogant, bigoted - everything you hated. The straw that broke the camel's back came in the form of a comment about your best friend, Hermione Granger.

Hermione was muggle-born, which, in select purebloods such as Draco Malfoy's minds, meant she was less than them. He called her a name, spit at her feet, and that was enough.

You snapped.

"Why, you cruel, arrogant, narrow-minded little arsehole!" You lunged at him, ignoring Hermione's cries of protest as your fist hit his face. You heard a satisfying crack, and stepped away, clutching your bleeding knuckles.

"(Y/N), you're hurt!" Hermione gasped, but you ignored her, turning back to glare at Malfoy.

"I'll hurt you worse if you say anything like that again," you threatened.

You expected him to get angry, to lunge back, to call you a name or something worse, but he didn't. He just gaped, as if in shock, blood dripping down his face and onto his white button-up.

You huffed, shaking your head and walking away, Hermione still fawning over your knuckles.

Malfoy stood there, still in awe. "I think I'm in love with her," he murmured to himself. "Why did that make me fall in love with her?"

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