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dracoxsworld · 11 months

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ARRANGED - Draco M. X Reader

PART 4 - The Library

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After the kiss, you and Draco just talked, about everything. Your childhood, life before and after Hogwarts, who you initially thought you’d be set to marry.

“Imagine if you’d have to marry Potter.” Draco chuckled. You rolled your eyes. “Potter happens to be my friend, still.” You commented. Draco looked at you in disgust. “For pity?” He asked. “Malfoy!” You laughed, hitting his arm.

“You know, I can technically call you Malfoy, too.” Draco said, raising his eyebrows.

“Shit. Yeah we are married, huh.” You said. You hadn’t really let it set in that you were officially Y/N Malfoy.

“You know, I don’t mind you being my wife, despite the whole difference in beliefs thing.” Draco admitted. You were surprised.

“You mean to tell me that the Draco Malfoy doesn’t completely hate me?”

“I never said I hated you, not those specific words, anyway.”

“Draco, when I arrived at the Manor yesterday, after hours of being dolled up, you looked at me and said ‘she’ll do’. That’s pretty insulting.” You said. It did kind of hurt your feelings, you weren’t sure why. You never cared about Draco’s opinion before.

“That’s not insulting! I was stating that you were do-able!” Draco said defensively. You raised your brows at him, specifically when he said ‘do-able’. Your facial expression made him shake his head when he thought about what he had said. “I mean— You looked great, Y/N.” Draco said looking into your eyes.

“Does that still mean I’m ‘do-able’?” You asked unimpressed by his confession.

“Please, take me seriously.” Draco begged, taking your hands in his. His hands were cold, but strong. His blue veins were very visible through his pale skin. “Go on, I’ll take you seriously” You said, with your hand on your chest to show your honesty.

“You’ve always been beautiful, Y/N.” Draco said slowly. “Yesterday, at our wedding, when you arrived at the manor, even in school."

You looked at him and said nothing. He continued, "You've always been so beautiful."

"Is this a prank." You said doubtful. Draco looked offended. "Hey! I'm trying to be sincere, here." You shrugged. "You hate me, you always have."

"I do not hate you!" Draco said, getting up from the bed. "Okay, okay, relax." You said, grasping his hand and bringing you back to you.

"If I hated you I wouldn't have kissed you." Draco pouted.

You stare at the wall for a second, you get lost in your thoughts. Draco seems to notice. "What's on your mind?" He asked you.

"I imagined my life to go so much differently." You said. "Now I'm here, I woke up handcuffed to a bed, and not because I had fun the night before, either." You joked. Draco's pale face suddenly got very pink very quickly. "And married." You added, ignoring his reaction.

"I'm sorry." Draco said quietly.

The next few days consisted of photos of you and Draco in the Daily Prophet, both professional photos taken of you both as well as paparazzi photos, of course- when you were out of the manor you were heavily guarded. Not to protect you both but to ensure you won't escape.

At first, you both were told to pretend to enjoy each others company for the cameras, but eventually you didn't have to pretend. The more you were with Draco the more of the other sides of him came out of hiding. Draco's biggest fear is spiders, he loves fruit pie, (specifically apple) and he has an unusual amount of knowledge about all flowers. What they are, what regions they grow in, what colors they typically are, etc.

The paparazzi snapped a photo of you both on a blanket in a field, having a picnic. It was the first actual date you both could be on (Guards of course being nearby, but gave you a reasonable amount of distance.)

In the moving picture in the Daily Prophet, you and Draco are seen studying a book he had brought. Draco had shown you all the flowers in the field in the book.

"How do you know all of these things?" You asked him while he was reading a very long paragraph about Foxgloves.

"Lots of lonely days in the Manor, mother has a huge garden, I found some old books about the flowers she had, and I decided that this would be my hobby." He explained, looking at you, smiling.

He tucked a Dahlia flower behind your ear. Your face was about as red as the petals. "You're very cute when you blush." He said, brushing your hair out of your face, as it was blowing in the wind.

Nicholas came to your mind every once in a while. You knew he was reading the Daily Prophet, you knew he was seeing the pictures of you and Draco. You wondered what he was thinking, if he was still waiting for you.

Of course, you loved him. He was going to be the person you spent the rest of your life with. But things were complicated, much more than they were when you both were young, sneaking around Hogwarts at night, holding hands.

You and Draco went into a library once, Draco went to get a book specifically about what flowers you can make tea with- he wouldn't shut up about it the entire way there.

"Y/N! Why didn't I even think about it?" Draco exclaimed, practically running to the library once it was in your field of vision, he grabbed your hand and sprinted. "Draco!" You laughed. He was so excited. It was heart warming almost, to see him this way.

You arrived to the library, it smelled like violets and potpourri. Very sweet, and lovely. "Dray, I am going to look for fantasy books to read tonight, okay?" You said sweetly, He turned towards you. "Dray?" He said "When did you start calling me that?" He said, smiling down at you. You blushed. "Um, right now, I suppose." You said, not able to look at him without your cheeks hurting from you blushing. He cupped your sweet, freckled face in his hands and planted a kiss on your lips.

This was your second kiss. You both felt too awkward yet to show too much affection, it took time. Holding hands was one thing, but kissing felt personal, it felt like something that should be handled with extreme care. But every time you both did, you could feel butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"You're very cute, pick out some books, then meet me in the flora section, in the right corner." Draco said softly, his thumb rubbing your cheek. You nodded, and he went to his corner, probably having a ball looking for the perfect book to study.

You were browsing the fantasy section, your finger running along the spines of the books on the shelves, when you hear the bell to the door ring.

"Y/N!" said a familiar voice. You turn around and your eyes widened. It was Nicholas. He ran up to you and grabbed you by the waist, picked you up and spun you in a circle. You felt a ball of anxiety in your stomach, but you gave him a small "Hi."

He looked the same, same reddish-brown hair, same freckled, same brown eyes. "I have missed you, so so much." He said, taking your hands in his. "You hair has gotten so long, it's so beautiful." He said, examining your hair. "yeah, I suppose it has, haha." You said nervously. Nicholas looked at you with a puzzled look. "Well, how have you been?" He asked with a slight tone shift. "Um," You start, and do a quick look behind you, to make sure Draco wasn't coming. "You know, just here, picking out a fantasy book." You said, your thumb pointing behind you at the shelves. "I'm doing great, if you were wondering." Nicholas said, a bit snarky, seemingly ignoring what you had said.

"I'm sorry, Nicholas I-"

"No, shit, I'm sorry Y/N. You must be miserable. Stuck with that horrible man, my sweet girl." He said, feeling guilty. He came up to you to embrace you, which you again, awkwardly returned. "Horrible?" You asked him. "In fact, I'm surprised he even let you come to the library."

"Well, Draco isn't really-"

"In fact, maybe we can run, Y/N. This is perfect! We can be together." Nicholas said exclaimed. You quickly turned around, making sure Draco didn't hear, and was coming.

"Nicholas.." You said, quietly, but it was no good. He was rambling about how dumfounded Draco would be when he saw you with him. "Oh, Y/N, I love you." Nicholas said, looking at you.

You paused. It was never hard for you to say 'I love you' to Nicholas, you both said it to each other all the time. But this time, you just couldn't.

"Y/N." Nicholas said, stepping closer to you. "We can be together again, like how we were meant to be." He grabbed you gently by the back of your neck, and pulled you closer to him and gently kissed you. You softly pushed him away. He looked at you, even more puzzled than before. "Nicholas, listen to me. You have to leave." You said, calmly.

"You mean, we have to leave, right?" Nicholas said, sternly. "Nicholas- it's complicated.." You said, your eyes looking at the floor.

Nicholas face was getting red.

"What's complicated? You love me."

You just looked at him. "You need to go, please."

"This is bullshit." Nicholas said, pushing you slightly.

"Nicholas, please-"

"No, this is bullshit!" He yelled. He pushed you again, this time you his the book shelf. "Nicholas!" you said, tears forming in your eyes.

"You're fucking dead to me." Nicholas said, looking at you in your eyes. "You promised we'd be together. You're a fucking whore." He spat at you. You looked at him, your face had gone white, you felt like you were going to be sick.

"Y/N?" You heard Draco's voice. You wanted to call for him, but you couldn't speak. Nicholas was towering over you, gripping your shoulders. You knew there'd be bruises from where he gripped them.

Draco came our of the corner, holding 2 books, he immediately dropped them. You looked at him, nervous. Pleading for help with your eyes.

"Get your hands off of her." Draco demanded.

Nicholas pushed himself off of you.

"Y/N, come here, please." Draco said, strictly, but still sweetly. You did as you were told, Draco led you to be behind him.

"Nicholas, leave." Draco declared. "I highly suggest you do."

"Fine, you can have her. But one day she'll turn her back on you. After all of these years, Y/N?"

"You must be pretty boring if she can fall in love with me in 2 months after you being with her for years." Draco said, smirking. You pursed your lips behind Draco, trying not to laugh, your anxiety and nerves going away for a second.

"You're lucky your Slytherin prince came to save you, Y/N." Nicholas stated.

"I said leave." Draco demanded one last time. Stepping closer to Nicholas.

With a few more huffs and puffs, you heard the door bell ring again, and Nicholas was gone.

Draco faced you, you couldn't even make eye contact with him. You held back a majority of your tears, but they flooded out.

"Hey, hey. You're safe." Draco cooed. He pulled you into a hug, stroking the back of your head.

"I will never let him hurt you."

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dr3amlab · 11 months

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6. wicked games

SUMMARY. Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING. Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE. series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT. 1894 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE. hey y'all.... I'm back for now. So turns out this isn't the last chapter 😭 Anywho, I hope you like this chapter because I'm not too sure of its quality!, and please give me feedback! I wrote this in a sitting so I didn't proofread (sorry)

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

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VI. WITH WHO?

You were walking in the hallway with messy hair and an uniform so wrinkled that it could get you a week of detention from McGonagall. But, truly, who cares? It was Monday and, as far as you know, the teachers should be grateful to have you in their class on this beloved day.

Last week hasn’t been easy on you : between draco finding out about your little scheme and realizing your true feelings for the blond boy, let’s just say that your conscience didn’t let you close one eye to sleep. And so, naturally, it was with pure bitterness that you dragged yourself to the first class of the already endless day.

As you begrudgingly made your way to class, you felt like you heard someone say your name. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned your head towards the source of the sound but there was no one with you in the hallway, not even a ghost, "Have I gone mad?" you whispered thinking that your lack of sleep was playing tricks on you. After standing still for a few seconds to make sure you actually heard a voice, you shrug your shoulders dismissing any possibility of another person or entity being with you in the grand hallways of Hogwarts, and so, you continued your journey to class.

"— Y/N—." You stopped again. This time you heard it clearly, there’s no way in hell you could’ve hallucinated. Someone was talking about you, and naturally you just had to know what they were saying. Quietly, you walked close enough to hear their conversation and hid behind a wall, "If what Fides was saying is true, then Y/N’s a complete fool. How could she think that she would be able to pull draco with that stupid scheme of hers?" A brown haired girl whispered not-so-quietly to her friend, "she really thought that she’ll get draco’s attention by merely pretending that she hated his guts! She’s a stupid pick me with nothing but a pea-sized brain in her head, " the other girl replied.

You felt your heart sink, was that what people thought of you? Although you were not the type of person to hold to heart whatever judgement others had of you, hearing those words come out of their words made you want to cry. You took a deep breath to stop the tears from falling on your cheeks. Just when did you get so sensitive?

The thing is, the hatred that you had toward draco was mutual. He also made you go to hell and back with his stupid pranks and yet, you were the only one depicted as being a stupid dumb girl whose only goal was to make draco fall in love with her. What about him? Wasn’t it only fair of them to also insult him with such words? Or were they too mesmerized by his pretty grey eyes? How stupid of them to think like that. How hypocrite.

You plucked all the courage you had to put yourself in a position that revealed yourself to one of the girls, « oh ! well let her be, she thought it will be quirky to not be like the other girls and—. » The girl stopped mid-sentence when she saw your face. You smirked

"No, go ahead! I did not mean to eavesdrop. What were you about to say—" you looked at her name tag, "Isis?" you read before flickering your eyes back to the embarrassed form of your fellow student. "Y/N! W-we didn’t expect to see you here!" Isis’ friend replied. "It’s funny, right? What a coincidence!" you clasped your hands, "Though, i have to say, I’m quite sad for you girls," you pouted, "are you both that bored to worry about my supposed scheme to make draco fall in love with me?" You asked, "How pathetic! Please, I beg you, go get a life and keep my name out of your mouth. Gosh, I don’t even know you and yet, you are worried about what im doing."

You looked at their embarrassed faces and a gracious smile find itself on your lips, "but, do not fret girlfriends," you started, "i think my stupid little plan have worked." You looked behind you to see if there was anybody other than the three of you in the hallway. Upon seeing that the coast was clear, you ushered the girls to come closer with both of your hands, "I think draco might ask me out soon, but shush! It’s a secret," you winked at them before going back to your initial path to class.

You slammed your books on the table making Athena wake up from her nap, startled, " Merlin! What the fuck is wrong with you Y/N?!" she scowled, "Athena, if you wanted to sleep you should’ve slept last night instead of staying up ’til the crack of dawn to read an erotic book," You pulled out your chair and sat down while Athena was looking at you up and down with a horrified look, "Salazar, y/n! I know you hate Mondays and all but, please do not bring that up in public, Merlin." your best-friend exclaimed with flushed cheeks as she looked around to see if anybody was eavesdropping on your conversation.

Realizing what you’ve just said, you looked at Athena with a soft gaze, "Look, I’m really sorry but I just had a really bad morning," you apologized, "oh what a surprise ! Y/N is having a bad Monday!"she said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

You put your hand on hers, "Athena, it’s worse than usual," you said as Athena looked at you curiously, "I heard two random girls talking about how I was an empty headed bimbo with an agenda to get draco to fall in love with me, can you believe that!" By the end of your sentence, Athena’s mouth was open wide, "who said that? Why would someone spread lies like this?" Athena said with a slightly loud voice with her eyebrows so frowned that creases were starting to form on her forehead.

You smiled warmly as it felt nice to have someone that cared about you, someone on your side. And so, you squeezed her hand, while you started to think about how lucky you were to have a friend like Athena in your life. It’s true.

For as long as you can remember, it was her and you against the world and you wouldn’t change that for all the money in the world. As you finally gathered all of the beautiful words you had in your mind to express your gratitude towards your lifelong friend and to tell her to not anger herself on some baseless rumors, an excruciating voice had to ruin the lovely moment your best-friend and you shared.

"What if it was true?" Pansy slammed both of her hands on your desk while she tilted her head and drew a mischievous smile on her lips, "What if our dearest Y/N here is doing everything to get draco’s attention?" pansy repeated her question but this time louder with the intention of getting the attention of the entire class, which worked. "Well, I’m sure you all heard the rumors that have been circulating around the school lately," she broke eye-contact with you to give all of her undivided attention to the other students who were listening to her eagerly, waiting to hear the latest scoop.

Pansy turned back to look at you as if you were a mere prey, and she was a ruthless predator, "you had been hiding your little act for so long, thinking that nobody will see through it. But thank Merlin, the truth has finally been unveiled. In case nobody told you yet Y/N, you’re nothing but a worthless muggle-born gold-digging bit-" Athena cut her off, "Pansy, I know damn well you’re not talking," she retorted as she got up to get closer to Pansy.

You wished you said something, anything, to defend yourself against Pansy’s venomous words, but you felt powerless. Why was everyone so against you all of a sudden? You weren’t a bad person, all you did was pull some childish pranks on some random boy, and yet, you were insulted as if you committed a crime against humanity.

Before the situation escales, you grabbed Athena’s arm, "I appreciate you defending me Athena, but let’s go. It’s not worth it to get in trouble because of a bitch with no common sense," you said with venom laced in your voice.

As Athena and you were about to leave the classroom, Draco was entering it with Theodore,"I’m glad you’re here, Draco. Go outside, I need to talk to you," you said seriously, "you can do it here," he replied, "I already know what you’re going to ask me," he smirked.

You raised an eyebrow, "oh, do you?" Draco smiled smugly, "you were about to ask to the ball since you’re so in love with me, aren't you Y/N?" You tried so hard to suppress the ugly laugh that was begging hard to get out, but, alas, you couldn’t help yourself, "Malfoy, that was not what I was going to ask you! Have you been daydreaming about this moment or what?" you pretended to wipe fake tears, "besides, I’m already going with someone," you said.

Athena widened her eyes, "you are?" you elbowed her, « yes, Athena. I already told you, have you already forgotten? » you gritted your teeth, "Ow! yes, yes you did. It’s true, you told me you were going with someone," she laughed nervously. "Then who are you going with?" he asked with a hint of suspicion in his voice.

You were sweating bullets. Yeah, who were you going with? Your eyes scanned the class nervously, "he’s not here yet," you said as confident as you could, "I’ll wait until he’s here then," he crossed his arms.

"Why are you so interested in seeing who’s going with me? It’s none of your business," you replied, "Don’t I need to see my competition?" he said in a way that only you could hear. With your cheek flushed, you pretended to ignore what Draco just said. You were desperate to get out of this embarrassing situation.

For that reason, you decided that whoever entered through that door next was going to have the extreme luck of being your date to the ball. "So, where is he?" draco asked eagerly, "he’s coming soon," you forced a smile. "Is he?" Athena whispered to you, "yes, he is," you smiled even harder, making Athena horrified of your weird demeanor.

After what seemed like ages, someone finally came through the door and it was Harry, "ah! There he is," you beamed, "See, here’s my date for the Ball!" Harry was confused so you rushed towards him quickly and grabbed his arm to pull him closely, "play along," you whispered subtly. "Are you serious? You're going with Harry?" Draco asked, "Harry Potter?"

You thanked Salazar that Harry wasn’t as stupid as he was depicted to be for he got the hint quickly, and grabbed you by the waist, "You heard me, Harry is my partner for the ball!" you said while looking at your alleged date who was bearing the most convincing smile as he nodded to confirm your statement.

"Also, on a less joyful note." you let go of Harry and approached Draco, "What I was going to demand from you is to ask your fangirls to leave me the fuck alone." Draco clenched his jaw, visibly annoyed about the turn of the events .

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every1studio · 1 year

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“sour apples” [harry potter: draco malfoy]

genre: fluff

ficstyle: bulletpoints + mini series

prompt: you're a hufflepuff, you could never fall in love with a slytherin.. let alone draco malfoy, can you...? / inspired by the lyrics from “sour grapes” by LESSERFIM / fem reader but can be gender neutral

note: I'm kinda back? sorry for the wait.. I'll try to get into writing again. still sticking to writing for k-idols but I'm going out on a limb and writing for HP characters as well // enjoy~

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“I don’t see what you all see in him.. he’s still an asshole..” you muttered as the slytherin prince walks passed your group of friends

“but he’s hot” your friend murmured as they noticed him look over

“and rich”

“and he smells good..”

he sends a wink to the group and every girl in the vicinity just about dropped their pants

basically anyone who even thought the prince was attracted dropped their pants

all except for you

he’s rude

he’s arrogant

he’s narcissistic

but all is forgiven because he’s good-looking, his family’s got money and he has proper hygiene?

who’s this slytherin prince that all of these simps are drooling over?

draco

lucius

malfoy

you couldn’t be bothered by someone like him

you’d rather spend your time with someone who was the complete opposite of that self-centered, self-proclaimed “prince”

someone like harry potter

or so you thought

the more you hanged out with him

the more predicable he was

you wanted some spice in your life and all he was giving you was sugar

there’s nothing wrong with sugar but he was literally giving you diabetes and you could feel your arteries just clogging up

“hey y/n”

you knew by the cheery yet mellow tone of voice that it was harry

your friends nudged at you before leaving

“hiya harry” you sighed through a smile, “what can I do for you?”

you can tell he was nervous, he’s probably going to ask you out to get some sweets at honeydukes or madam puddifoot’s tea shop or sometime of the sort

“did you want to go to honeydukes some time this weekend? or maybe even madam puddifoot’s tea shop?”

bingo

you got up from your spot

brushing off some invisible dust to try to shoo off the unwavering tension in the air

“harry.. can I be honest?”

you could see his bright eyes slowly dull and his sweaty hands hide in the pockets of his robes

he nods

you tried to look anywhere but into his sadden eyes

“you’re... you’re not the guy for me, harry.. and I know there’s a girl out there who’s just waiting for you to be in her life but..”

at this moment you felt like you owed him a sincere eye contact moment

“..it’s not me.. it’s just not me..”

“yeah. sure. no worries. don’t worry about it...”

you could see him ramble; a mix of awkwardness and him not wanting to show how upset he really was

“harry.. you’re a great guy...you really are...”

you were almost whispery, scared to shatter his broken heart even more

“but not for you”

you nodded at your feet

“but not for me” you repeated

not wanted to look up at the boy that you left smashed and shattered

“I’ll be okay, y/n.. honest.. don’t look so sad.. I’m just glad that you were able to tell me now versus later down the line..”

you couldn’t stop thinking about the pitiful state you left harry in

he literally needed his friends to carry him away

it made you think about what kind of relationship you wanted to be in

what kind of guy you wanted to be in your perfect fairytale

because if it wasn’t with harry

who else could it be with?

while lost in your thoughts, you accidently bumped into someone

books and papers where scattered everywhere but there was no one else in the halls but you and the person you bumped into

you were already frantically trying to pick up their things

“oh I’m so sor-”

“ARE YOU BLIND?!”

their loud voice ran over yours and you already knew who it was

you scoffed in immediate irritation

“excuse me, malfoy? if I’m blind, so are you! you also bumped into me! what makes you think you can walk in the middle of the hall like you own the place and not watch where you’re going?”

draco didn’t realized that he bumped into you

he was so close to you

so close that he could see every single lash that flared up to the ceiling

so close that he could hear your soft, angelic breaths

so close that he could kiss you if he wanted to

of course he wanted to

sure, you were a hufflepuff

but ever since he first saw you, he thought you were different

you were kind but strong-minded, strong-willed

you seemed like you were prim and proper, you didn’t care if you got your hands dirty

you had the qualities of a hufflepuff but you could’ve gone to any house and fit right in

and of course, he thought you were absolutely stunning

he even deemed you the princess of the entire school

the missing piece to his set; the princess that the prince needed

if only he could voice that thought

he never could though, he’d never let anyone know his deepest and darkest daydreams

“it’s cause I do own these halls, sweetheart..”

you frowned at his attempt to swoon you

“sorry, I didn’t know you were the headmaster albus dumbledore.. next time I see a head of white hair, I’ll make sure to walk the other way..”

you dropped his belongings on the ground and began to walk away from him

“aren’t you going to help me, y/n?” draco called out to you, wondering why you weren’t infatuated with him like everyone else

“they’re your things in your halls.. apparently... pick it up yourself!” you shouted without looking behind you

what a snobby brat, you thought

but what a shame... he really is attractive up close

after your run-in with draco, you couldn’t stop thinking about what if you were like the other girls

the girls who were infatuated with him

the girls who wanted a chance with him

would you want to?

maybe he isn’t the same person as he’s portraying to the public eye

at the same time, draco was thinking about why didn’t you call him by his first name like all the girls who are smitten by him and how he was going to get you to fall for him

how could you not?

he scratched at his head trying to figure out reasons why you didn’t like him

did you not like rich, successful, smart and handsome guys?

did his breath smelled at that moment?

were his grey eyes too grey?

was his platinum blonde hair too platinum?

he was so frustrated, he ran to his friends in the great hall for advice

“hey you lot, what are my flaws?”

draco slammed his hands on the slytherins’ table where his friends all sat

“are you okay, draco?” pansy fawned over the blonde boy

blaise chuckled

“yeah, draco.. did you hit your head or somethi-”

“I’m fine! just answer my questions.. what are some reasons someone might not like me?”

his friends all looked at each other, worried that what they say might set him off

“okay but you can’t get mad,” theo said with stern eyes

“yeah yeah yeah.. go on... what are they?” draco didn’t know what he was getting himself into

“you can be... a bit mean..” crabbe didn’t even dare to make eye contact with the agitated blonde

“and a bit self-centered,” goyle chimed in

“you’re an ass and a pain in everyone’s asses”

blaise shouldn’t have said that with a smile on his face

“you think you’re all that but you’re not,” theo and blaise were just happy that they got to shit on draco to his face

“I think you’re perfect,” pansy tried to hide her blushing smile

“that’s not what asked of us, pansy..” blaise was so done with her

“yeah chill out, he’s not even interested in you..” theo joined in

he was literally just there for the banter

pansy just slumped back into her seat when she noticed draco wasn’t even going to deny that he was interested in her

“speaking of interested, what’s your sudden interest in what other people think of you anyways draco?”

blaise always knew there was an underlying reason draco did anything and he was gonna get to the bottom of it

“none of your business,” draco muttered as he shuffled away

“what a weirdo..” theo chuckled as he went back to his dino chicken nuggets

if his friends thought about this of him, what would people he didn’t like think of him?

he wanted to show you his good side, his best side

not the side that everyone saw

he wanted to show the side that he hid away to his friends and even his parents

the closet romantic who just wants someone who will love his flaws and enhance his good qualities

as if luck was on his side, you were right there, walking along side your friends

you were irritated by your friends because you told them about your run-in with draco and all they could talk about was how lucky you were

and as if bad luck was on your side, draco malfoy stopped right in front of you and your friends

“hey y/n.. I was wondering if..” he had to take a breath in the middle of his sentence, “I was wondering if you wanted to help me study for our potions quiz tomorrow?”

“why are you asking me like someone made you ask me? don’t you have other friends to help you study, malfoy?” you snapped

“draco, I can study with you!”

“I’m free too, draco!”

your friends started chiming in while closing in on him

hoping for a chance to get any essence of draco malfoy

you were slowly closing into the background but you didn’t care, you didn’t want to be near him

he probably liked the attention anyways

to your surprise, he weaved his way through the crowd to get to you

the only attention he wanted was yours

“I really wanted to ask you because you are one of the top students in our class and I could learn a lot from you..”

like a flick of a wand, you saw draco in a different light

you could catch a baby blue sliver of hope in his eyes that twinkled

is it possible for eyes to even twinkle like that?

is it possible to even trust him?

did he have any ulterior motives?

if there was any, you couldn’t find it.. not in those eyes anyways

“I don’t even know if I can even help you study in a day...” you furrowed your brows but your voice was soft

you kind of wished that he just said, alright, and walk away

“if anyone can teach me in a day, I know it’s you... I mean.. you managed to help cedric with his OWLs and he passed.. or so I heard...”

draco kept his eyes down for the most part but occasionally looked up to take a peek at you and was shuffling his feet against each other

have you ever seen draco shuffle his feet before or even for anyone?

a day with draco malfoy wouldn’t be so awful, right?

“I’ll meet you after dinner in the library.. if you aren’t there by 9pm.. don’t even think about asking me to help you study ever again..” you spoke firmly, you didn’t want him thinking that he can easily take advantage of you

the bell rung for students to get to class

“I won’t be late, y/n! I promise!” draco lit up and started walking away to make sure he wasn’t late to class

but then as soon as you turned your back to draco, he was running back towards you

“wait y/n!”

you were taken aback by his sudden appearance and how close he was to you

he took your hands into his and placed a chaste kiss onto your knuckles, “thank you.. I really mean it.. can’t wait to see you later..”

and as fast as he appeared, he disappeared

if he didn’t leave as fast as he did, you would probably catch his redden cheeks and ears

he felt like a giddy schoolgirl (he probably looked like it too)

but he didn’t care

you, on the other hand, were conflicted by your prior feelings of him and the feelings you had for him now

you didn’t want to deal with your friends bickering about how you got his attention so you blocked them out and made your way to your class

why was draco so interested in you all of a sudden?

did he actually have feelings for you?

should you even try to go for the impossible?

should you even try to go for someone as rude, arrogant and narcissistic as draco lucius malfoy?

with all of these uneasy feelings, class was the only thing that could put any of your feelings aside and focus on something else

that’s what you thought

you couldn’t stop thinking about his twinkly grey eyes, his platinum blonde hair and his...

why were you even thinking about him in divination class?

“my dear...” professor trelawney reached out to you

“you will see that there’s an apple high on a tree, unattainable and basking in it’s glory.. but you have to work for it.. if you want a taste.. only then, you will be happy.. but my dear if you give up... you’ll never know if the apple is truly sweet or sour... and you’ll continue life without knowing, if the apple was worth it or not...”

you looked at her in confusion (also kind of weirded out)

you just nodded so that she’d go bother someone else

leaving you to marinate about what she just said

was she really just talking about an apple or was it an analogy for your current inner conflicts with the slytherin prince?

to be continued...

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There’s no me without you (9)

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: you and draco grow further apart

warnings: swearing, angst, fluff - i think that’s it. I didn’t proof read this so please let me know if there’s any mistakes <3

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When you awoke the next morning you had to be certain that what you witnessed was actually real. Potter and Greengrass were hooking up. How long had it even been going on for? You expected to feel a sense of pride and snide-like emotions, that you were the one to discover them and you were only person who knew of their tryst, as far as you were aware. Instead you did not feel anything except overwhelming nausea and guilt.

You were desperate to knock astoria off her smug sliver spooned pedestal. But on the other hand, Draco deserved to not to know and to be betrayed. Though, he too deserved the humiliation of the whole school knowing that the Draco Malfoy has been cheated on twice now, not only by Parkinson but also by Astoria, his real to-be-fiancé who has been secretly shagging the person he hates most in the world, saint Harry Potter. You laid there thinking about the look on Draco’s face if he were to find out, priceless.

His social status would crash and burn. Essentially he’d be a social repellent you imagined the things people would say “Malfoy can’t keep a girlfriend, scares them away” “He’s obviously not packing.” “definitely awful in bed no wonder two of his birds cheated.” you actually felt terrible even thinking about people making mean remarks about him. So instead you dragged yourself into your bathroom and got ready for the long day ahead.

Looking in the mirror you only thought more about the situation you found yourself in. If you did decide to tell the whole of Hogwarts and their mums about Astoria and Harry’s sex-capades, you’d hurt Harry in the process even though he was wrongly chatting up ginny too, so that would also create a whole host of problems between Harry, Ron, George and the other Weasleys if they found Potter was two timing their sister. They were all your friends, but at the end of the day, this was more about Astoria and Draco than any other confounding variables involved.

It was all so conflicting, Who’d believe you anyway? you could end up telling whoever you wanted but it’d only go wrong for you unless you did not have proof of Astoria and Harry’s adultering. People would just make assumptions that you’re just falsely accusing them just so you can get back together with Draco, though you have zero intention of ever doing that again.

However, spreading rumours and bitching, even if true, wasn’t like you at all. You were the kind Slytherin the one who never made fun of anyone or belittled fellow students. But you guess things change when people you trusted and held loyal, hurt you. You were doing what you had to do to survive the rest of the school year.

Walking through the common room forgetting to tie your shoelaces was stupid. But you were late for quidditch practice so you’d forgot which caused you to crash into a student. “For fuck sake” your broom fell on the floor and you heard a huff come from the person you had fallen into. “Excuse you.” the voice sneered. Looking up you met the pointed stare of Astoria who had entered the common room and funnily enough, she didn’t look as perfect as usual.

Her hair was slightly out of place and her makeup lightly smudged. She had definitely come from a certain Harry Potter’s dorm trying to hide her walk of shame but you knew better. Still you had to hand it to her for keeping the utmost composure “Bad day already y/l/n?” she sneered. You scoffed “Hardly Greengrass, you’re just clumsy. I must say though, it’s rather an early hour to only just be entering the common room…rough night? couldn’t sleep?” you raised your eyebrows defensively.

Panic flashed across her face before her lips curved into a menacing smirk “I was actually going to get some breakfast for me and Draco to take back to his dorm. You see we had a rather….draining night, if you get what i mean. But unfortunately they ran out of coffee. Oh well more nefarious activities for him and I to get back to.”

you nearly laughed out loud from how she pathetically lied straight to your face. You played along nevertheless “Of course Astoria! I was just on my way to visit Harry, he seems to have lots of sleepless nights too these days. I’ve been trying to brew some sleeping potions for him. Oh well, have a good day.” her face went white as you mentioned Harry and you smiled wickedly at her before walking away.

Astoria rushed towards Draco’s dorm hurriedly entering it. She gazed towards the bed where the blonde lay asleep. She studied his gorgeous face as he mumbled in what seemed like a rather nice dream. Astoria had a mind to softly wake him and that was until she made sense of his mumbling “Yes….oh….y/n.” he was having a very nice dream…about her…about you. “Draco!” she roared jolting the blonde straight up. “Oh my god Astoria. Get out!” he shrieked. “I’m your fiancée idiot I can come in when i want.” she crossed her arms. “Argh, what do you want?” Draco put his head in his hands.

“I came to ask if you’d like to join me for breakfast. We have wedding arrangements to discuss.” Astoria clasped her hands behind her back. “That is not happening for another 2 years. Now please leave, I have quidditch practice and it’s the final game of the season in a week. I’m already late for practice and I just want some peace for merlin’s sake.” he remarked harshly. “Whatever Draco.” she said as she left the room, slamming the door behind her.

Meanwhile, on the pitch you were met by Blaise who gave you a soft smile “Y/N it’s good to have you back.” “Thank you.” you nodded sincerely before the other boys came out. Theo picked you up and spin you around making you giggle, putting you down in front of him “Yeah it is, Goyle’s been dragging the team down. Not to mention Zabini got hit with a bludger by Malfoy before he crashed to ground with Zabini overestimating his throw. We’ve been a mess without you.” this made Blaise chuckle “fuck off” and goyle rolled his eyes. “In that case, I’m glad to be back too.” you beamed at Theo.

The moment was cut short by a just-appearing Draco emerging onto the field “Are you all going to stand there like daises? We’ve got a match to prepare for.” Theo turned to him “Wow okay well look who decided to show up. And you’re the one telling us to get a move on? It’s your own fault that you can’t keep your morning glory in your pants with Astoria.”

Your face remained unfaltered by Theo’s remark even though it made your heart twinge and instead you laughed it off with the other boys. “That is not what happened I overslept, Nott.” Draco scowled at you in particular a brewing hurt within him that you laughed but he did not manage to solicit a reaction from you when he did so. Although you did believe that he overslept due to your previous encounter with Astoria and her adulterous walk of shame. But he doesn’t need to know that.

“Don’t lecture us when your are the one who’s late. Be a captain Draco, not a whore. Now go to your post you’re pissing me off.” Flint spat at him, making the blondes brows furrow in annoyance. You hate to admit it but seeing Draco be dismissed and dragged by the team made you smug. Theo slung his arm around you “I know we haven’t spoken a lot but I just want to let you know we’re on your side when it comes to you and Draco. Most of the boys are behind you too. He’s right prick.” you kissed his cheek “Thank you Theo, it’s okay I’m doing better than I was. All i’m focused on now is kicking Gryffindor’s ass in the final game.” he kissed your forehead in return “That’s our girl.”

Draco stood there feeling very embarrassed and things only felt worse when he saw your close interaction with Theo, still wishing it was him despite the fact that he knew you loathed him and that it was his own fault. Being split into two teams Practice began and you were on the same team as Marcus and Theo and then Draco was with Blaise and the other half of the boys, opposing. Your team were currently winning you had played 3 games already and caught the snitch each time. “This is hardly fair Flint, your team have Y/L/N and Nott.” adrian called out to Marcus as they raced one another for the snitch. “The teams are fair Pucey, your lot just need to play better.” he insisted before calling a time out.

You were all very sore and tired by this point standing around on pitch discussing tactics before one more practice game. “Can we mix up the teams again please?” Goyle and Adrian begged. Draco frowned “The teams are fine we’ll win the next one. Flint just happens to be on a lucky streak today.” Theodore grimaced at Draco “You realise it’s been Y/N who’s caught the snitch each time.”

“Flint is on that team. He’s our best player so it’s easy for anyone to catch the snitch.” The slytherin prince huffed. You’d had enough of Draco’s antics “Marcus go on the other team.” you looked towards him “No Y/N you do not need to prove anything. You are one of the best players in the team. Actually one of the best players this school had ever seen. Somebody has just pissed in Draco’s cereal this morning so he’s decided to be a dick about this.” Draco’s mouth was agape, ready to fireback when you spoke before he got the chance.

“Go on the opposite team okay? Let’s just see maybe it’ll stop his whining.” you gave Draco a scowl before walking off and flying up to your post. The game started and you were ready to embarrass Draco once again. You had dodged 4 bludgers already, one kindly aimed straight for your face by Malfoy himself. Deep down, this was Draco’s way of dealing with his emotions. He hoped in pretending to hate you he would eventually stop loving you. So far, he was failing miserably at that and at this current quidditch practice game.

Unsurprisingly you caught the snitch which left Draco to wallow in his own humiliation. Once you all made it back onto the field the boys (minus Draco) praised you. They all stood before Theo sneered “Satisfied malfoy?”. “Oh piss off, the lot of you.” the blonde spat before sulking away. “Maybe your the problem Draco. You seem to enjoy fucking things up quite regularly.” you shouted after him. He didn’t turn back or respond but he heard you and blinked away his tears.

“Don’t worry about him. Let’s worry about the game. Which we have a pretty good chance in hell of winning.” Marcus flashed a dazzling smile and nudged you. “This is a team effort everyone played well.” Theo smirked “You know Flint, it wouldn’t be a bad idea to replace Malfoy as a captain.” he smirked back at him “Not a bad idea Nott.” you laughed and rolled your eyes before saying goodbye and heading back to your dorm.

In your mind Draco needed to leave you well alone and get on with marrying Astoria. The quicker the better. Before your could think anymore about it you heard your door open “Y/N?” you turned to be met with the sweet face of George. You sighed and fell into his arms. “Hey come on, love. What’s wrong?” you shook your head into his chest “Have a guess.” “Draco.” he said plainly. You nodded “Are you sure you don’t want me to shave his head during the night or put puking potion in his pumpkin juice?” George raised his brows playfully “No it’s okay.” you giggled before he took your hand and you made your way to Snape’s class.

You and George took your places and opened your textbooks. You cringed as Harry walked in and took his place next to you. You didn’t even know how to talk to him after seeing him and Astoria together and it didn’t help when her and Draco emerged into the classroom. Harry followed Astoria’s movements as they found a spot in the classroom. “Can I help you scarhead?” Draco spat at Harry. He rolled his eyes getting out his textbook “I’m talking to you potter. Why are you staring? you jealous or something? Poor saint Potter no girlfriend no money…no parents.”

Astoria cackled along making Harry cower his further. You felt sorry for Harry, really. As insufferable as Astoria is, he obviously liked her and she was clearly using him. And when she laughed along at dracos pathetic insult you’d about had it with him. “Haven’t you had enough Draco? Stop inflicting your insecurities on other people just because your own life is miserable and unfulfilling. Just shutup.”

Draco’s face almost softened in a twisted way before he just turned away and his lovey fiancée interjected for him “Oh close your mouth y/l/n. No one cares. Can Potter not fight his own battles?” Greengrass spat and you sneered at her in return before she too, turned back to her desk. “Thank you.” Harry said with a pleading smile. The rest of class went surprisingly smoothly before the bell rand and George took your hand leading you to the hall for lunch.

You took your usual spot next to him opposite Harry and Ron. This time, you were ready to spot any fleeting looks and gestures between Harry and Astoria. It wasn’t long before you spotted his eyes mischievously lingering on the slytherin table whilst he drank from his goblet. Hermione joined the table placing herself on the other side of harry and began rambling on about her recent debacle with Snape and how he had gifted her an unfair grade in her OWLS exams.

The only people really listening was Ron and George, you were focused on harry and the fact that his gaze had flicked from his plate to the Slytherin table at least 50 times, knowing he was looking directly at Astoria. Before long, Harry got up and left the table excusing himself to the bathroom. Only minutes later you turned around to see that Astoria had also left her place. “Hey, I’m just gonna get some air.” you said to George, arising from your seat. “Oh. Is everything okay, love? Do you want me to come with you?” he touched your hand gently. You shook your head “No. But thank you, you’re sweet.”

You sped out the hall, tiptoeing into the corridor to find exactly what you expected, Harry and Astoria. Although, this interaction was anything but a scandalous rendezvous. You hid behind a pillar just close enough to hear their conversation. “I don’t know Astoria. You’re always with him. How do you think it makes me feel when you’re laughing along with him and his pathetic, offensive jokes? Those are my fucking parents he’s talking about. Voldemort killed them. It may be hilarious to him considering he’s probably one them but the rest of the school don’t seem to find it particularly amusing. In fact, the rest of the school fucking hate him. I don’t even know how Y/N tolerated him.” he whisper-shouted.

You flinched at the mention of your name. Astoria rolled her eyes at him “Why do you have to bring her into this Harry? Besides, his jokes mean nothing and you know I’d rather be with you. Draco won’t even touch me and he doesn’t even like talking to me. Merlin, he doesn’t really seem to like talking to anyone at all these days.” he sighed shaking his head “I’m sorry about that. Look Tori, all I’m saying is that when he was with Y/N he didn’t insult me once. Maybe you could talk to him.”

Astoria put her hand on her forehead in irritation “We’ve talked about this so many times Harry, you know I can’t do that. He’ll be suspicious, he already lashes out at me for even speaking to him.” Harry furrowed his brows, getting angrier “Then why are with him Astoria? You say he won’t talk to you, touch you, look at you. You could walk away from this, you have that choice. But you don’t, you continue to stay with him, why? You could be happy with me. We could be together publicly instead of hiding us like a dirty little secret. Do you realise that makes me feel like shit to see you with him?”

“You don’t understand. There’s no point me trying to explain. Just know that as much as I want things to be different they can’t be. Okay? I’m sorry.” She turned away from him making you edge further behind the pillar. Harry spun her back to face him “Hey, come on. I’m sorry too. I know this isn’t easy for you either. I love you Tori.” The gryffindor saint said to her. She responded in kissing him and before things could escalate any further, you decided to leave not wanting to witness what they were going to do.

You took your place back, next to George and he smiled placing his hand on the small of your back. “Sorry i was lightheaded. All good now.” you smiled. Soon after, Harry came back looking rather disheveled. “Everything okay then?” you said cryptically. His eyes widened and worry flashed in his eyes “Uh yeah, I just went to the bathroom.” you raised your eyebrows “Oh okay. You were just a long time is all.”

Harry didn’t get the chance to respond before the booming voice of Dumbledore filled the hall. “Good afternoon, students. I am hoping you are all well today. I am aware that we are all eager and excited, waiting in anticipation for the upcoming quidditch match final between Gryffindor and Slytherin. However I do have some unfortunate news. It is not within my wishes to worry any of you, but there have been sightings of dementors in the vicinity surrounding the school. We advise you to stay vigilant and curfew has been reduced by an hour. Any students spotted outside of their dorms after 9:30pm will receive a revoking of 10 housepoints.”

students began to uproar against the new rules. “That’s rubbish!” George and Fred shouted along with many other students making you and Hermione laugh. “Silence!” Dumbledore yelled “That is the end of matter.” the room went quiet. “Now, in other news and lighter matters we have a new student joining us today.” You found it strange that Dumbledore was adding a new student at the end of term. But hey, who were you to question it?

“He has been placed in Slytherin. So, we hope that the slytherin students will do their best to make him feel welcome.” You looked towards your table and made awkward eye contact with Draco before swiftly looking away towards Theo, who shrugged.

“So without further ado, give a warm welcome to our newest student, Matteo Riddle.”

hey matteo i love you GUYS IM SO SORRY OMG THIS TOOK ME FOREVER UNACCEPTABLY LONG. i love you all forgive me I apologise a thousand times. I’m sorry ik this chapter doesn’t have loads of substance and is a bit shit let’s not lie. I hope you enjoy it anyway my lovelies 💓

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Harry Yes

Also Draco gifted Harry the little chain for his glasses and Harry loves it you cannot convince me otherwise its definitely warded and charmed and when he moves it chimes softly just like Draco's magic.

#drarry #drarry fanart #hpdm #harry x draco #I wanna do a whole series of this #like between parvati and pansy imagine all the scandalous content #and between seamus and theo all the memes #sacrificialter

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#harry potter #draco malfoy #drarry #more 8th year thots #I have such little investment in this series they just scratch an itch for me #I’ve learned everything I know about this series from fic xoxo

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Draco: Can we stay with you tonight?

Y/n: Both of you? What happened?

Draco: Someone was playing with an ouija board and cursed the whole Dormitory.

Blaise: Draco wasn’t any help. He doesn’t know how to banish spirits, so he’s just throwing salt at them yelling “does this look like a hotel to you!?”

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Matching Hoodies, etc etc.

Hermione’s hair has its own center of gravity, apparently.

#dramione fanart #dramione art #sketch #fanart #dramione #draco malfoy #draco x hermione #hermione granger #pierced Draco agenda lives on #welcome to my new series where I redraw A I out of spite

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haha what do you mean i’m into blondes lol

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Serendipity

chapter fourteen

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. all characters are aged up to be over 18.

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

warning(s): slightly suggestive, canonical violence, heavy mentions of blood/injuries, angst with some fluff at the end

series masterlist; previous part; next part

Hermione Granger was coined the smartest witch of her age for many reasons. Although brave and courageous at heart, she was wise and ambitious to the very marrow of her bones. It's how she noticed your changing affections for Mattheo Riddle, perhaps even before you did.

It started no earlier than October, when you no longer complained about your desk partner in Ancient Runes; when you'd meet up with her after the tutor sessions with bright eyes and a genuine smile, which she had not seen since the weeks leading up to the Department of Mysteries battle last summer. She knew what Riddle was like, but seeing the spark reignite in your soul began to change her perspective of him. Maybe he was inherently good after all.

When Harry told her and Ron what he had discovered about the two of you, she wasn't even a little surprised, but she was surprised that Ginny, too, was not in the least bit affected by the revelation. She watched in forlorn silence as Harry singlehandedly cut you off from them, despite everything you had done for him; everything you'd sacrificed. She had spent many nights berating him in the common room with tears in her eyes.

You were her very first friend at Hogwarts. You'd met on platform nine and three quarters in your first year and exclaimed that you absolutely adored the celebrity on the cover of the magazine she happened to be browsing through. Hermione had thought you were a muggleborn like her and was disappointed when you said you weren't. But she was elated to hear that your mother was just like her. You spent the entire trainride chatting about muggle affairs and your favourite books, and had both gotten up to help Neville find his toad which is how you met Ron and Harry.

You were the person she turned to when Ron first took to being a horrid nuisance to her. You were the person she went to for help finding out about Nicholas Flemmel and the Philosopher's stone. You were the person who wrote double the amount of notes in second year, while she was petrified, just so that she could have knowledge of all the things she'd missed out on in her absence. You were the one to subject yourself to Bellatrix Lestrange's cruciatus curse so that someone could help Harry fight of half a dozen Death Eaters by the arch in the strange room in the Department of Mysteries.

You were her sister and her best friend.

And she felt completely undeserving of all those years of sisterhood as she watched you traipse around the castle like a ghost for days, after the argument with Ron transpired outside the Hospital Wing.

She had slapped him so hard when they'd gotten far enough away from the sounds of your heart wrenching sobs. The sound had echoed so loudly through each of their ears, and she did not care about how Ginny had gasped in shock horror at her action. Or the way Harry flinched as Ron cradled his reddening cheek. It was well and truly deserved.

She did not speak to Harry or Ron for two weeks. Now she only offered vague, one-worded answers to their incessant questions. They acted as if they had done nothing wrong. It infuriated her.

Hermione wanted to find you and apologise profusely. As did Ginny. But each time they got the nerve to find you, you were surrounded by a guard of snakes. The Slytherin boys were extremely protective of you and it seemed that Mattheo no longer cared for secrecy; openly showing that you were his for all the world to see, though subtly enough that only those with keen eyes saw. Hermione saw.

You looked happier with them than you had ever been with any of your old friends. Hermione often wondered if you were meant to find them; wondered if she, Ron and Harry had been holding you back from your true potential.

She admired you. She loved you. She had to make this right.

She cornered you after an Ancient Runes lesson. A ballsy move, considering Mattheo, Theo and Pansy formed a protective wall of imposing doom behind you, like fallen angels promising retribution. She steeled her gaze, looked between all three of them, shot the true intentions of why she was doing this to their minds – she knew they were digging through her thoughts by the pin pricks in the back of her head. But not from you, never from you, although she would never hate you if you did.

"What do you want, Granger?" It's Pansy who speaks up first, her voice dark and promising unspeakable terror, if Hermione so much as said one thing out of line. She watches as you reach for the hand that softly brushes against your own and grip it with all your might; Mattheo's hand.

"I wanted to speak to you." she says directly to you. "Alone, if possible."

She can see the way Mattheo is about to rebute this.

"If not that's completely fine." its rushed and laced with desperation and you can see the emotions clouding your ex-best friend's face. The guilt and the longing. You want to hear her out.

You squeeze Mattheo's hand once before letting go and speaking to them all, without opening your mouth.

I want to hear what she has to say. You guys go ahead, I'll find you later.

Pansy's look of uncertainty is remedied by your insistence that you'd be fine, and Theo is a little reluctant but follows behind her. Mattheo is a silent and imposing statue of simmering rage at your side. And by the uncomfortable look on Hermione's face, you know he's in her head.

If she comes back crying, believe me when I say that you will regret it Granger. And if this is a farce to satisfy Potter's cruelty, he will pay for it too.

"Harry doesn't know I'm here. Neither does Ron. Ginny should be outside, she wants to talk too. I-if that's alright?"

"It's fine." your voice is softer than she's ever heard. Like you're wholly unsure if you can trust her word. It's a foreign and devastating feeling. And she hates it.

Mattheo's hand brushes your's before he reaches up and squeezes your waist affectionately, departing after Theo and Pansy moments later.

The classroom is blissfully empty. Now it's just you and Hermione, alone. The silence is tense and awkward as you each wait for Ginny to walk through the door.

She arrives moments after Mattheo's departure, steps slow and hesitant. But as she sees the two of you she releases a heavy sigh of relief and launches herself at you.

She's hugging you so tightly. Squeezing and squeezing until your arms, which are limp at your sides, instinctively wrap around her frame. She's mumbling apologies into the neck of your blue and bronze lined robe, body racking with subtle sobs, that you mirror as you melt into her embrace. Hermione joins you both after a moment and the three of you sink to the floor, twin tears streaking down your faces, apologies and words of love and hope echoing off the walls of the classroom.

Eventually the hug ends and the three of you are sat in a small circle between the desks, voices low and quiet as you listen to what the other has to say, all the while, Mattheo is a welcome presence in your mind, offering infinite reassurances as your heart races in your chest.

Hermione tells you how Harry and Ron seem like totally different people now. How she slapped Ron and did not utter a singular word to Harry until he apologised to her.

"Look I'm sorry, alright." he said one evening in the common room as she was researching for an upcoming essay. "Please talk to me, Mione."

"I'm not the one you should be apologising to." she mutters, not taking her eye off the words on the page. Harry scoffs as he sits down. "If you're going to bad mouth my best friend then go and find Ron. I don't want to hear what you have to say."

He rolls his eyes before he stands up and walks away.

Ginny feels terrible. She hadn't known it was you and Mattheo in the corridor until she heard his distinct low and raspy voice, too late. She wasn't quick enough in deterring Harry away from the space and she regrets it immensely. And the look on your face after Ron had shouted at you plays repetitively on her mind at all hours of the day.

Guilt errodes at your souls and all three of you feel the weight of it like you're being held beneath the surface of a very deep lake.

When the two of them finish explaining themselves, you inhale harshly before letting out a calming breathe.

"I can't say that your actions didn't hurt. Because then I'd be lying." you say, voice clouded in emotion. "I have been outcasted by everyone I thought I could call a friend. Even my own housemates don't speak to me. You didn't do anything to stop that, which really hurts."

There's a lump in your throat that continues to strain with every word you utter, eyes burn with the onslaught of more salty tears.

"I know that you don't trust them. And you have every reason not to. I understand that. But they have been here for me, when the two of you weren't. They've shown me what it means to be surrounded by kindness and safety and I love them all equally, no matter what has been said and done in the past. Yes they work for you-know-who. But they had no choice. You know who their families are, hell we fought most of them in June. They've been forced into this and I just want to get them out."

Ginny reaches over to squeeze your hand. You let her.

"I-" she pauses and looks at Hermione, who reaches over for your other hand. "We want to help you. In any way we can. We'll help you appeal to Dumbledore-"

"He already refused my plea for help." you say with a grimace.

Hermione gapes. "B-but he always says that-"

"-Help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask." you say at the same time as she does. "Yes he said as much, and then followed with saying that they don't deserve to be helped."

"That's completely unfair." Ginny mutters. "If you were asking for anyone else he'd help in a heartbeat."

Hermione mumbles her agreement, face painted in complete disbelief at your revelation. She always believed that Dumbledore was a good and just man, but maybe she was wrong.

"We'll appeal to the Order." Ginny says. "Tonks' mum was in you-know-who's clutches when she went to the Order for help. And now she's effectively protected for life."

It's a good idea. It may work. But you have your doubts. The current members of the Order held their own prejudices, much like Voldemort's Death Eaters did.

"Tell your friends about the idea. Tell them that we'll try." Hermione says earnestly. "Nothing will ever justify our behaviour towards you, but let us make it right. Please. It's the least we can do for how badly we treated you."

What are they saying right now? Mattheo asks you, voice painted with curiousity.

They're going to help me keep you all safe.

And how, pray tell, will they achieve that? Mattheo sounds like he adamantly does not believe your words.

They have a way but I'm honestly not getting my hopes up until its more of a solid plan.

Okay, I trust you. How do you feel, love? His voice is a soft caress to all the corners of your mind. It's like he can feel the anxiety rolling off of you in waves.

I've got mixed feelings. I want to believe that they truely do mean what they're saying, but actions speak louder than words.

Even though you say that, Mattheo already knows that you'll forgive them. He may not agree with it because, in his opinion, they do not deserve your forgiveness, but he understands that you'd been akin to sisters for years before his family welcomed you into their circle with open arms. Of course you'd forgive them eventually; it doesn't mean that any of your found family would, though.

Hermione and Ginny watch as your eyes glaze over. It's obvious that you're talking mind to mind with Mattheo by the way your face heats with a blush and your face is alight with a soft, yet dazzling smile.

The three of you had once gossiped, in the cosy confines of the younger girl's bedroom, that Ginny's oldest twin brother was the perfect guy for you, but judging by your expression, they knew it then and there......Mattheo Riddle was your soulmate and you were completely and irrevocably in love with him.

An hour later, the three of you were sat under the shade of a willow tree that overlooked one of the beaches separating the Black Lake from the main courtyard.

It was as if there was never a blip in your friendship. Like old times. It felt normal. But there was an underlying feeling that everything was different at the same time. And the three of you had wordlessly accepted that fact.

"He needs to get rid of that stupid book." Hermione mutters dismally as you watch Harry and Ron stroll by, not sparing any of you a glance as they stare down at the battered Potions book in the former's hand.

"Still jealous that he's gotten better at potions than you? You're not top of the class anymore." You tease and she throws you a playful glare.

"Nevermind that. It's insidious." she says. "Just the other day he was asking if I'd heard of some kind of spell that was, quote on quote: 'for enemies'. It's completely ridiculous."

"I can't say that I disagree with you Mione." Ginny says grimly. "I overheard him telling Ron that he really wanted to test it out."

She shivers as if a blanket of cold was just thrust upon her. You're left bewildered. Harry seemed like a wholly different person and you didn't know what to make of it.

~∞~

A week later, you'd come to terms with the new state of your friendship with Hermione and Ginny; your Slytherin friends were weary at first when you told them of their plan to involve the Order, but it was Theo and Blaise who agreed tentatively to hear them out.

You tried to build a bridge between your two opposing groups, and it worked somewhat: Hermione had bonded well with Theo and Ginny found a kinship in Pansy's fierce spirit as well as Enzo's witty humour. Even Luna, who had accompanied Ginny one day to see you, had found solace in Blaise's quiet and calm nature.

Draco was the most alert by your insistence of them all speaking – he was weary that Hermione did not like nor trust him and she was uneasy around the boy who had called her unsavoury names for years. But even Hermione could see how worn down and tired Draco looked, and cut him some slack.

After another drooling day of school, you were lying in Mattheo's bed, clad in nothing but one of his dark tshirts as you lied against his chest, breathing in his alluring scent of cedar, musk and smoke. After completing your homework together, the two of you had nothing better to do than laze about, sharing languid kisses and slow, soft sex.

You were talking quietly to one another, sweet giggles and deep chuckles passing between you as you bathed in the serenity of each others' presence. Mattheo's hand was tracing circles against the back of your thighs, causing you to shift away with a breathy laugh.

"That tickles. Stop it." you say, mirth shining in your eyes as you playfully glare at him as his fingers dance across your soft, sensitive skin.

"Or what?" he challenges with a smirk that has you sitting up against his stomach, the ridges of his abs brushing sensually against your aching core.

Safe to say, your clothes ended up on the floor once more and the room was once again filled with your combined sensual moans and whines.

Later, you're cuddled against him again, tired and spent as you allow sleep to overtake you. But it never comes. Enzo and Ginny burst through the door in a panicked flurry.

"Ever heard of knocking, Berkshire?" Mattheo snaps, but at the look of alarm painting his friend's face, he sits up in rapt attention.

"What is it, Enzo?" he asks, using one hand to pull the duvet over your bodies to shield you from their averting gazes.

"It's Harry and- and Malfoy." Ginny says, breathlessly as if they'd run here. "They're dueling in one of the second floor bathrooms."

That statement has the two of you scrambling for your clothes as Enzo and Ginny leave to wait outside the door.

Uniforms shoved back on in a hurry, rumpled and creased from your earlier activities, the two of you follow behind the panicking pair as they lead you to Moaning Myrtle's floor. You hear the duel before you see it. Draco and Harry are throwing insults and curses back and forth in rapid fire blows. You would be mesmerised by the feeling of all the power that sings to you, if you weren't so worried and horror stricken at what you'd stumbled into.

Upon entering the scene you can't help but gape at the destruction. The porcelain sinks lining the marbled walls are cracked and broken, crumbling to the floor; pipes bursting with a never ending onslaught of spraying water that washes across the floor like tempered glass.

Your arrival distracts Draco momentarily as he turns towards the four of you, weariness clouding his light grey eyes. It's all the time he needs for Harry to surprise all of you with his menacing words as he casts the final spell, signifying the end of the harrowing duel.

"Sectum-sempra!" he shouts and Draco releases a pained yelp before falling to the floor as Ginny gasps in horror. Blood soaks the water around him, spreading out like slick oil against it as he writhes in pain. Slashes of blood saturate his white shirt, as if a knife had been hacked against his skin.

The room is a flurry of activity as Ginny starts shouting at Harry as Enzo and Mattheo pull out their wands defensively. But you pay them no mind, immediately going to Draco's side, trying your best to comfort him as you rip open his shirt to see the damage that Harry had caused.

His torso is caked in blood, gashes of skin torn open by the force of the spell. He's lying in a pool of it, the volume increasing with each passing second. Draco was dying. Slowly and painfully.

Moaning Myrtle appeared from the pipes screaming "MURDER IN THE BATHROOM!" repeatedly as you worked tirelessly, which was not helping the onslaught of overwhelming emotions that were bubbling to the surface.

It's okay. You're okay. You need to stay awake Draco. Please stay awake. You reassure him as you mumble a series of spells. He begins writhing more.

Episkey doesn't work.

Ferula fails to expell bandages large enough to cover the gaping holes in his chest.

Basic wound sealing spells are cast in vain.

You have tried everything you can think of. But nothing is working. Tears of frustration begin to slide down your cheeks.

"What's taking you so long?" Enzo shouts at you, drawing your attention away from Draco. Your breathing is panicked and uncertain and Mattheo tilts his head towards Enzo, a silent threat to watch his tone as he sees the slick flow of tears running down your face.

"I don't- nothing is working." you say breathelessly. "I don't know what to do."

Ginny looks horrified. As do Mattheo and Enzo. Harry only looks intrigued, no trace of guilt paints his face. You narrow your eyes at him.

"It's from that book, isn't it?" you accuse and he flinches at your icy tone. "The Half Blood Prince wouldn't be stupid enough to not know a counter curse. What. Is. It?"

He doesn't answer you fast enough for Mattheo's liking. Despite not understanding what you're talking about, he turns to the bespectacled boy with barely contained rage as he points his wand in the direction of the 'Chosen One'.

"Answer her, Potter!" he snarls and Harry snaps his head in Mattheo's direction, shooting him a glare until Ginny screams at him to answer you.

"Vulnera Sanentur." he says reluctantly, as if he was waiting to see how long the effects of the spell he cast would take place. As if he was waiting for Death to sink it's claws into Draco's soul.

Immediately you work on each of the gashes on Draco's torso and they begin to heal over for the most part, but he's still loosing too much blood.

"Someone needs to help me seal his wounds properly. I can't do it by myself." you say desperately and Enzo is immediately at your side, both of you mumbling the spell and casting your wands over the various wounds that litter Draco's pallid skin. Meanwhile Mattheo and Ginny stare at Harry as if he'd grown two heads, sharing a knowing look of understanding that Harry does not miss, nor does he like. He grits his teeth at his enemy and the girl he's infatuated by as Ginny, not so subtly, inches closer to Mattheo's side. Mattheo's eyes soften at the fear coating the younger girl's cerulean eyes.

No sooner than you'd entered the fray, Professor Snape comes gliding into the room, face livid, and pushes you and Enzo away from Draco's still writhing body. He performs the healing charm with practiced ease, going over each jagged cut, that you failed to heal, with graceful precision. If you weren't so overcome with emotion, you would've put the glaringly obvious pieces together.

The flow of blood eased rapidly and the wounds knotted together intricately as he repeated the spell, tenderly wiping away the blood that coated Draco's face. You knelt close to his side, reaching out to stroke his limp hand, which was alarmingly cold to the touch. You and Enzo were both covered in a mixture of blood and water which soaked through your uniforms, sticking to you like a second skin.

No sooner than he'd arrived, Professor Snape had Draco leaning against your side and was talking softly to the boy, who was barely conscious.

"You must go to the Hospital Wing. There may be some scarring, but if you take dittany immediately we might avoid even that. Come...."

With Enzo's help, he supported Draco across the bathroom, turning at the door to say in a voice of cold fury, "And you, Potter – You will wait here for me."

Harry, at least, had the gall to look ashamed.

You're still kneeling on the floor, staring at your blood soaked hands when Mattheo appears in front of you, taking your hands in his, paying no mind to the blood soaking through his trousers.

"You did good, darling." he says softly, so only you can hear, neither pay attention to how Ginny inches closer to you two, away from Harry's wide eyes. "So good."

"If Snape didn't turn up–" you don't want to finish the sentence, don't even want to think about what could've happened.

"If he didn't end up coming, you and Enzo would have worked tirelessly to seal Draco's wounds to the best of your abilities." he reassures you, having read the emotions as clear as day on your face. "Come on, let's go and get you cleaned up, yeah?"

You allow him to pull you to your feet and you're only reminded of his presence when Harry scoffs.

"Got something to say, Potter?" he snarls as his hand rests against the small of your back, at Harry who glares at Mattheo obstinately.

"He cursed Katie Bell. We all know it. He deserved what he had coming for him. I can't believe she willingly helped him after everything he's done to us. After everything you have done."

He spoke as if you were not standing right in front of him. You barely recognise the boy who you called your best friend for nearly six years. Harry had barely finished his sentence when Mattheo had left your side and launched at him, throwing punches and blows in Harry's face. That's not to say that Harry did not return the favour. Both boys' blood mingled with the softening pink whorls in the water. You and Ginny were screaming at them to stop; they did not acknowledge your pleas. The last time they fought like this was over a year ago.

The conduit around your neck crackles with energy and you fight the urge to break it. Instead you wrap a fist around it almost instinctively and draw out power that surges through the room, separating the two from eachother with little to no effort. They're both panting and glaring at eachother as they fight against the restraint of your power.

"That's enough." you say firmly, voice loud and commanding in the silence, wholly different to its usual cadence. Ginny is staring at you in awe, as Mattheo stares with pride. Harry looks at you with uncontainable fury and fear.

Because you're glowing.

There's a faint indigo aura surrounding your body that pulses with energy as you hold the two boys away from eachother. When Mattheo stops fighting you, you let go of the hold and watch as they slump in their spots on opposite sides of the room, both sporting matching wounds of split lips and bruised eyes.

"What the fuck are you?" Harry mumbles to himself, just as Snape returns to the bathroom. The professor looks at you in barely restrained approval before instructing you, Mattheo and Ginny out of the room. You each go without hesitation, leaving Harry at the mercy of a furious Snape.

~∞~

Parting ways with Ginny at the intersection between your two common rooms, Mattheo lets you guide him towards the Ravenclaw tower, which was closer to the dungeons that were on the opposite side of the castle to where you currently were.

He follows you silently, staring at you as if he can still see the faint glow of the indigo aura that surrounded you. He didn't think you could get any more ethereal. You prove him wrong every single day.

"Do you think Draco will be okay?" you ask quietly as you reach the polished bronze Knocker that conceals the entrance to your estranged common room.

"He's strong. I know he'll be okay." Mattheo reassures you, but he chooses not to tell you that Draco's fate will be far worse if he fails to fix the wardrobe that they'd been working on for the better part of half a year. All their fates would be far worse.

You breath out a relieved sigh in response, just in time for the Eagle to blink preternaturally at the two of you. You laugh softly as Mattheo shivers at the utter human-ness of the brass eagle.

'I can break. I can be clogged. I can be attacked. I can be given. I can be kept. I can be crushed, yet I can be whole at the same time. What am I?'

It only takes you a moment to figure out the riddle and Mattheo sees the exact second that the answer fills your head, even as his stays blank with confusion.

"A heart." You say and he swears that the eagle winks as the door swings open, paving way for the sea of eyes that stare at the two of you in horror.

You realise then that your still covered, practically head to toe, in Draco's blood, skirt and knee high white socks soaked through from the water, stained a light pink. Shaking yourself out of your haze, you grip Mattheo's hand and drag him towards the staircase leading to the girls' dormitories, ignoring the eyes that are burning holes into your skin as you retreat.

You wandlessly unlock the door that leads into your dorm room and watch as Mattheo stares around in awe.

"I've never been in here before." he says quietly and you turn to him with furrowed brows.

"Yes you have. Haven't you?"

It dawns on you then, that in all the months you'd known him, you had never consciously invited him into your bedroom. It had always been his common room; his dormitory or the Room of Requirement. Never your's.

"No. I haven't." he responds, laughing at the surprise that appears on your face as he casts his surveying eyes around your room. "It's very you."

"Thankyou?" you respond questioningly which causes him to laugh more, then wince as the movement of his laughter tugs at the cut that splits his lip.

Eyes full of concern you direct him to your bed and push him down by his broad shoulders to sit, ignoring the way his brows wiggle suggestively while you find a first aid kit to remedy his injuries.

He's still smirking when you return from the bathroom, green box in hand, which you place by his side as he guides you to stand between his parted thighs. The two of you bask in the content silence as you use a damp flannel to wipe away the dried blood that has begun to crust over his soft skin, mumbled apologies escaping your lips whenever he hisses if you accidentally catch one of his cuts with the fabric.

"You could easily wish these away with a bit of magic, you know. It's a thousand times faster." he says, hands caressing the backs of yours thighs as he looks up at you, but he makes no move to stop you or push you away.

"That feels uncaring." you mumble in response as you use a bit of rubbing alcohol against the cut on his lip. "Sorry." you say as he winces.

"It's alright, love." he mumbles, leaning his head into your stomach once you finished. "Potter can really throw a punch."

Your laughter comes out as a scoff. "Maybe. But you should've seen the state you left him in."

He smirks against the damp fabric of your shirt and you swat at his curly head when you practically feel his ego inflating.

"I did give him a good beating, didn't I?"

"You're so vexingly arrogant." you say with a soft laugh that has him leaning out of your stomach to stare at you again, a mischievous glint reflecting in his honey brown eyes.

"It's one of the many attributes of mine that you fell for though, isn't it Princess." he says with so much self assurance that you just have to roll your eyes, but it's difficult to hide your smile.

"Shut up." you reply as his arms reach up to wrap around your middle, bringing you into his embrace, but he cringes away at the feel of your still wet clothes.

"Let's get you out of these yeah? You're practically shivering." he says as he untucks your shirt from your skirt, affection and...and love overtaking his soft eyes as he stares up at you, quietly stripping you of your ruined clothes that he throws into a pile at the foot of your bed.

~∞~

"Thank you, Théo." you say quietly, almost in a whisper, after you're both fresh and clean from a shower, all wounds healed over with a bit of his magic.

"What for?" he asks you, just as softly, hand reaching up to brush a loose wisp of hair that had fallen into your face.

You don't answer him, not verbally at least, instead pressing a slow kiss to his mouth that he happily reciprocates, leaning in until he's hovering over you, trapping your body below his.

For protecting me. For defending me. For giving Ginny stability, despite how you feel towards her. I saw the way she gravitated towards you. Just...thank you. Your words have his mouth working harder against your's, causing a moan to escape you as his tongue licks against the seam of your lips, which part eagerly for him.

Always, sweet girl. I will always defend you and those of your friends who are worthy of defending. He replies before detaching his lips from your's, with retraint.

"Weasley could have easily let Enzo find us himself, could've even encouraged Potter to continue their duel. But she didn't; she watched a boy almost die, watched her friend heal the same boy who terrorised you all for years. She could've easily gone to Harry's defence, but she didn't. She looked to us for direction. Not him. That says a lot." he said aloud with a sigh, strands of his curly hair falling over his forehead, causing his eyes to twitch in irritation.

You used the tips of your fingers to coil the stubborn curls away from his face as he speaks, a new sense of admiration, trust and calm washing over you as you stare at your lover.

"It may take time for me to trust her, Granger too," he continues. "But I see how much she looks up to you, trusts you and vice versa. I can learn to forgive them for their wrongdoings. For you, my love."

"Thank you, Théo." you repeat as you bury your face into his shirtless chest, breathing in his intoxicating scent.

He smiles as he presses a kiss to your temple, unaware that today's events would spiral into something unfathomable that Mattheo Riddle should've seen coming from miles away.

~∞~

did i mention how much i love soft!matty😫😫 (in every chapter since they got together 😵‍💫😵‍💫)

i had to end it with some fluff because i'm sure you can guess what's gonna happen in the next few chapters lol

also thought id let you know that meadow's siphon powers are now fully manifested, she just has to learn how to control it (which we see briefly in this chapter)

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[Chapter 7]

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Warnings: SMUT, dom!reader, sub!mattheo, male!masterbation, 18+ content below the cut, MDNI!!

Warmth. That’s what you felt pressed against your back and across your middle as you slowly started to blink your eyes awake. You were confused at first, thinking maybe you were dreaming the sensations that you felt, but looking down at your waist and seeing the tattooed hand that was splayed across your stomach confirmed: Mattheo had stayed through the night. You stretched your arms out in front of you, stretching out your muscles from sleep and the other previous nights activity.

Mattheo must have thought you were trying to get up from the action, his arm that was wrapped around you instinctively pulling you closer to his chest. His face burrowed into your neck, breath fanning against your skin as his breathing stayed even. You allowed him to embrace you a little longer, getting lost in your thoughts, thinking about what everything in the last 12 hours meant. Were you and Mattheo together now, like officially together? Would he tell the others? Were you even allowed to talk about it? You tried your best to fall back asleep, if only until Mattheo woke up, but your mind wasn’t slowing down.

Reluctantly peeling his arm from you slowly, you slipped from the bed, putting on your slippers and heading down to the kitchen. You knew Gimball would make your morning tea for you if you asked, he often makes it for you before you even wake up, but he must have known not to do that this morning. You also didn’t have a house elf at your old place, and you liked the routine of doing some things for yourself still.

As if he expected the change in routine, you walked into the kitchen to see Gimball working on breakfast, but your favorite mug and tea bag sitting on the counter while a kettle was on the stove. “How did you know I’d be down here, Gimball?” You questioned the small elf playfully. Without ceasing his movements he replied to your question, “Gimball knows many things Miss Birdie, especially that Master Mattheo does not like to be disturbed in the mornings.” You smiled at this, cheeks tinting the slight pink at the realization that Gimball knew Mattheo was in your room. Ripping open the teabag and placing it in your mug, you tied the string to the handle before walking over to the whistling kettle.

“You’ve known Mattheo a long time, hmm?” You asked it as if you hadn’t seen into Mattheo’s memories, wanting to see what the elf might say. With a snap of his fingers an array of plates and kitchenware appeared on the large center island, “Gimball has been with the Riddle family for three generations, he remembers Master Mattheo’s birth, taught him his schooling. Master Mattheo is a good man, good man Miss Birdie.” You hummed in acknowledgement, smiling as you poured the hot water into your mug, “Was he good in school?”

You were just fishing for any knowledge about him now, anything you knew he probably wouldn’t tell you, at least not right now. Gimball nodded as he set up all the breakfast food and teas for everyone, “Oh yes, Master Mattheo is very smart, very smart indeed. Very observant, but I’m sure Miss Birdie has already come to knowledge of that.” You huffed out a laugh, nodding your head, “Oh yeah, almost too observant for his own good if you ask me.” Gimball let himself smile at your statement, something you didn’t see him do often. With another snap of his fingers, the food arrangement disappeared from the center island. You knew it was now on the large dinning room table, awaiting everyone in the house as they individually made their way down.

Gimball looked at you again, “Master cares very deeply about Miss Birdie.” You nodded your head, “I know Gimball, he really looks at us like a family. It’s a nice feeling.” Gimball shook his head, waving his small finger in the air, “No, Miss Birdie misunderstands Gimball. His care for her is different than the others. Master Mattheo is not always good with his words. Sometimes he cannot express how he feels properly. Master was not allowed to say his feelings when he was little.”

You opened your mouth to ask him to explain further, to tell you what he meant by his last few statements but the opening of the kitchen door caught your attention. You turned at the intrusion, only to see Mattheo standing in the doorway, now completely clothed for the day in a pair of black slacks and a white button up rolled to the elbows, displaying the veins and tattoos that decorated his forearms. You were clearly gawking and if Mattheo noticed (which he probably did) he was polite this morning and chose not to acknowledge the fact.

“What’re you doing in here?” was his question instead. You turned back around, only to see Gimball had apparated away. Turning back to Mattheo you held your mug up to your lips, taking a small sip, “Tea.” He quirked an eyebrow, “You know Gimball would’ve made that for you.” You nodded, “I know, but I like to do it myself sometimes.” Mattheo held the door open for you to exit, following close behind you as you did so. “You left me this morning, woke up to an empty bed and pillows that smelled like you,” he whispered in your ear, giving your hip a light squeeze. You smirked at this, not being able to help your quip back, “Mmm, what a bummer of a feeling. Thankfully I was still in the house and you didn’t wake up like that only to find me gone for days on end.”

Mattheo’s eyebrows shot up, his tongue running along the inside of his cheek as he suppressed a smirk. “We’ve got an attitude this morning I see,” he spoke as he sat down next to you at the table. You shook your head, “I would never get an attitude with you, Mattheo.” He huffed out a small laugh then, pilling food onto his plate and choosing not to respond. Soon the others started to trail in, thankfully most of them still in their sleepwear making you not feel like the only one.

Once finished with breakfast Mattheo placed a small kiss on your temple, stating he needed to go to the club early to take care of a few things before the night started. He took Pansy and Draco with him, leaving you at the table with Blaise, Theo and Enzo. The three wore devious smirks, Enzo’s eyes down at his plate avoiding yours. Theo, however, had no shame, pointing his fork at you while he talked, “So, sorella, have a good night?” You glared at him, “Fine, thanks.” Theo gave you a knowing look, “Enjoy it with anyone else?”

This question caused Enzo to choke slightly on his sip of orange juice, the other two men not holding back their laughter. “Serves your right, Enzo,” you stated harshly. The lanky man held up his arms, “Hey, I never said anything!” You rolled your eyes, “But you were smirking like you thought you knew something and obviously agree with Teddy.” Blaise tapped his fork on his glass, grabbing everyone’s attention, “Alright alright, lets stop teasing the poor girl. If anything did happen, which were not saying it did,-”

“or didn’t!” Theo pointed out. Blaise nodded, “Or didn’t,” you rolled your eyes, “can we all just agree that tonight is going to be interesting as hell. Well for us,” he gestured between himself and Theo and Enzo, “maybe not for you, Birdie.” You furrowed your brows in confusion, not understanding the implications of his statement. “Why is tonight going to be interesting for everyone but me, Blaise? What’s happening?” Theo couldn’t stop himself from laughing, clutching his stomach and rearing back in his seat. Enzo gave you a sad smile, “Because there’s a new dancer coming tonight. The one you covered for quit and Pansy said the new one is coming for her first shift this evening.”

You shrugged your shoulders, stuffing another piece of fruit in your mouth, “Okay, so? I don’t care about that. I only danced that one time because Mattheo said I couldn’t. I like bartending with you Enzo. Why would a new dancer make me upset?” Theo leaned both elbows on the table, clasping his hands in front of him as his tilted his head to the side, “Because this girl is proper fit, like, thank you fucking Salazar fit.” You rolled your eyes, “Again…so? All the dancers are fit, Teddy. You’re just a horndog.” Blaise jumped in, “Mattheo used to have a reputation…with dancers.” You stiffened slightly, but waved your hand telling him to continue, “It’s stopped since you came around, for some reason,” he raised his eyebrows slightly, “Everyone’s just curious to see how it will go.”

You placed your fork on your place, dabbing your lips with the napkin from your lap before standing, “Mattheo’s a big boy. I don’t control him, he can do what he wants. Like I said, there’s nothing going on between us, I’m just like the rest of you guys to him.” Theo snorted at this, while Enzo groaned. Blaise just shrugged his shoulders, “Whatever you say, Birdie. Just know if you feel like fighting, I’m on your side.” You couldn’t help but laugh at everyone’s dramatic reactions, “Thank you, Blaise, but I’m sure that wont be necessary. Everything’s going to be fine.”

And it appeared so for the first few hours you were at the club. You and Enzo worked together restocking the bar while Blaise and Theo sat on the stools, going over plans for different ‘business trips’ and other ordeals. You didn’t push it, but did try to sneak a glance or two at what they were working on. You had grown apparently too close to Theo those few days because he immediately caught you. Giving you a playful scolding for even trying.

Nothing seemed a bother until you went to put up two new bottles of rum and nearly slammed into the side of Enzo. “What are you-” you went to question but Enzo’s large hand palmed the top of your head like a basketball and turned it until your line of vision was the same as his. Immediately you felt like your body was on fire with rage.

Across the club Pansy was standing with Mattheo and a brunette woman. She was wearing what you would barely consider clothing in a skirt so short it was practically knickers and a top that was so small you figured there had to be a spell put on it for her breasts not to be spilling out. But that wasn’t even the bother as most of the dancers dressed in similar attire. What was bothering you was the way Mattheo was interacting with her.

It wasn’t like he was coming on to her, but it wasn’t like he was being her boss either. Though it was very apparent that she was coming on to him. Touching his arm, twirling her hair between her fingers, biting her lip. And Mattheo wasn’t helping, leaning slightly in to her touch, giving her a devilish grin. “What a fucking slag,” the words slipped from your mouth before you could stop them and Blaise nearly choked on his drink.

“Mattheo or Trixie?” Theo asked, knowing that using the girls name would probably instill more rage in you. Your eyebrows shot up, a scoff leaving your lips. Enzo groaned, “Cmon, Nott. Don’t rile her up more.” You opened your mouth to respond but it only dropped further in shock when you saw Mattheo tuck a stray hair behind Trixie’s ear. The three boys followed your gaze, all beginning to mumble amongst themselves about how everything was going to play out.

Jealousy is a sexy look on you, Princess, Mattheo’s voice rang between your ears as your eyes snapped to meet his. The fucker had the audacity to smirk at you before giving his attention back to the girl. You slammed a glass down on the counter, not breaking it but definitely causing a sound loud enough for all eyes to turn to you. “Oi, watch it, Birdie. Do you have any idea how much those glasses cost?” You hadn’t noticed Draco walk up to the bar before your actions, too focused on the growing grin Mattheo wore at your increased rage.

Then an idea popped into your head, a definitive way to get back at Mattheo being a right prick. You walked from behind the bar, coming now to stand in front of Draco who only eyed you suspiciously. “Hi Dray,” your voice sickly sweet, “Have any dinner plans?” Draco looked to the other three boys, obviously asking for an explanation of your question. Theo rolled his eyes but Blaise only chucked, “She’s plotting something to get back at Riddle. Seems like your her pawn, Malfoy.”

Draco raised his eyebrows as he looked down at you, “This true, Darling? You trying to use me to get back at cousin? What’d he do- ohh, I see now.” Draco glanced over top of you at Mattheo still talking with Trixie, his focus slightly less strict now that he noticed you grab hold of Draco’s bicep. Meeting your eyes again Draco shrugged, “You know what, fuck it. Matt’s been a dick to me lately, serves him right.”

You sealed happily, clasping your hands together, “Seriously? Oh, Merlin, thank you so much!” You wrapped your arms around Draco’s middle, smushing your face into his upper abdomen. “Easy, there. Don’t want him to kill me before we get to the main event,” Draco joked. You pulled back, smile still evident. Enzo just shook his head, “You sure bout this, Angel?”

Nodding, you walked back round the bar, “Oh I’m sure. Wanna go around 9, Dray? There’s no way he’d leave in the middle of busy hours. You can handle the bar yourself tonight, right Enzie?” You turned to your friend with pleading eyes. Enzo nodded, “Yeah, yeah, I’ll be fine. I’ll make Pansy help if needed.” You hugged Enzo now, who let out a low chuckle and patted your back.

“I’ll leave a dress for you in the dancers changing room, you’ll get dressed here and I’ll make sure he sees you before we leave,” Draco was looking down at his phone as he spoke. You nodded, “Okay, sounds good.” He sent you a wink before walking back towards the office. You looked at the clock, noting you had four hours to get through before you could implement your plan.

Those hours seemed to drag, Enzo constantly reminding you to not watch the clock and just work. When you saw it was 8:30 you gave Enzo’s arm a light squeeze to let him know you were going to get ready. In the changing rooms you saw a garment bag with your name etched on it. Always showing off money, huh, you thought in your head. Unzipping the bag your face was graced with a smirk. Inside hung a velvet ruched bodycon minidress in a deep emerald green. The chest a sweetheart neckline with a slightly deeper plunge.

Slipping it on you were delighted with the outcome. The dress contouring every curve of your body, hiding the insecure bits and accentuating your assets. Doing your hair in loose waves and applying some light makeup, you slipped on the black heels Draco had included and walked out of the changing room, nearly running into the one person you’d hoped would see you.

Grabbing hold of your waist, Mattheo eyed you questioningly, “Where do you think you’re going?” You rolled your eyes, which only irritated him further, “Don’t worry boss, I’m not dancing. I’m just going to dinner.” This didn’t make Mattheo stop worrying, if anything he worried further. “Dinner? With fucking who?”

“With me, cousin,” Draco walked into the hall, clad in a pair of sleek black trousers and a black button up, “My, my, you look ravishing, darling.” You peeled Mattheo’s hands from your hips, turning to the blonde boy now, “Thank you, Dray. You ready?” Draco nodded, holding out his arm for you to take. You looped your arm in his, glancing over to Mattheo once more to see his face in a deep scowl, jaw clenched. You smirked, flashing him a wink. Jealousy looks sexy on you, Teo, you thought to him just as Draco apparated to the restaurant.

As expected, dinner was wonderfully expensive and posh. Draco surprisingly keeping conversation with you quite well. You even complimented him on it, “I didn’t think I’d every see this side of you Draco. It’s…nice.” Draco snorted slightly, “Figured I’d give an effort since you’re going to be my family one day.” You smiled, “Awh, aren’t we already family Dray? All playing house in that big manor?” Draco shook his head, smirking now, “I meant with what’s going on between you and cousin.”

You rolled your eyes, “Why does everyone keep saying shit like that? I’m sure he doesn’t treat me any differently than any of the other girls he’s shagged.” Draco’s grin grew two sizes, “So you guys have fucked? More than once or…?” You glared at him, “You’re insufferable.” The blonde just smiled more, “You know I’ve known him my whole life, seen him with a lot of girls, and I mean a lot of girls-” You cut him off quickly, “Thank you Draco, move on please.” He snickered lightly, “I’m just saying, I’ve never seen him act like he does with any other girl he’s been around except you. He’s kind of always seen women as a means to an end, like they’re just there for him when he wants them to be, then he can throw them away when he doesn’t.”

A frown painted your face, not wanting to see Mattheo in that kind of light, but knowing Draco was likely telling the truth. Draco continued, “He’s protective over you, not like he is with the rest of us. It’s like…possessive. Obsessed. He used to be really off the wall wild with every trip we made with the business, but now he’s doing more strategic planning, like he doesn’t want anyone to get in to much danger, like he has something to look forward to when he gets back.”

Your chest warmed with this new information, “You’re really close with him.” Draco nodded, “We were best mates growing up. Mum’s are sisters, but his was always off with his dad, you know him,” you nodded with a grimace, “so he would stay with my family a lot. Even had his own room at mine. I know we call each other cousin but he was practically a brother to me growing up, until I went away to school. His dad didn’t let him go to Hogwarts, wanting to train him like some sort of secret weapon for the war.” You nodded your head, remembering the memories you intruded on with Mattheo.

“He used to beg me to teach him everything I learned during summer Holiday. He caught on so fast too. Used to keep my old textbooks and practice with Gimball while I was away. When the war came he was really conflicted. Hell, we all were. I’m surprised you even came to the club after everything that happened. Didn’t you know…about us?” His question caught you a little off guard. Sure, you had known of Draco in school, he made it practically hard for someone not to know him. And you knew slightly of the others, just that they were similar to Draco, purebloods with family members that were devoted Dark Lord followers, but it had been a few years, everyone kind of grew up, looked a little different. Everyone but Draco, sticking still to his signature looks.

You shrugged, “I knew of the club, knew it was wizard ran, but I didn’t know by who. I definitely didn’t know you guys worked there. Had no real clue about Mattheo at all until Pansy told me. Voldemort definitely kept that secret well.” Draco nodded. You looked up from your plate now, meeting his eyes, “If Mattheo really saw me in the way you imply he does, why was he flirting with a dancer earlier today.” Draco’s lip twitched like he was holding back a smile, “Sometimes old habits die hard. Sometimes we get scared of the feelings we have because they happen so deeply, like nothing we’ve ever had before. And sometimes, when we’re especially stubborn, we just need someone to put us in our place. Take charge, so to speak, to prove to us that they reciprocate what we’re feeling, even to the deepest of depths.”

You quirked an eyebrow at his words, questioning if you were really understanding what he was saying. Draco sighed slightly, “I know Mattheo. I’ve seen him in many stages of life, many emotions, good and bad. He’s never allowed himself to feel as deeply about a person as he does for you because he knows once he starts falling, he’s never going to stop. If you feel the same, you have to show him. If you want what he wants, prove it to him. But you have to play his game. Don’t be a pawn, be a gamekeeper. Show him who’s boss, I’m sure he’s tired of the title.”

Draco paid the bill before taking you both back to the manor. Like a gentleman he walked you to the steps leading up to the rooms. “Thank you for tonight, Draco. It was lovely.” Draco smiled down at you, placing a friendly hand on your shoulder. He leaned in close, giving you a peck on your cheek and whispering in your ear, “Anytime darling.” He gave you a curt wink before walking toward his office on the main floor. You turned round, heading up the steps and walking into your room.

He had probably hoped to startle you, but you had almost expected him to be there waiting for you. “Have fun tonight, Princess? Fuck my cousin? Was he good?” You huffed a laugh, taking off your jewelry and setting it atop your dresser before turning to face him. “Don’t be brash, Teo,” you looked him over, sitting in the chair in the corner of the room. His hair was disshelved like he’d been running his hands through it. Which he had been while waiting for you and Draco to come home. The thoughts in his mind spinning wildly about what could have happened.

You walked towards him across the room, him standing to meet you when you push him back down, crawling into his lap. “Draco and I just had dinner,” your fingers started to delicately undo the buttons of his shirt, all the way down before pushing it off his shoulders, “just like I said before we left.” He grunted, unconvinced, his hands going to your waist but you pushed them off, “I didn’t say you could touch me.” He tilted his head slightly, looking at you with a sly grin. You reached between your bodies, unbuttoning his trousers and sliding down the zipper.

You stood up then, Mattheo going to follow once more but you tsked at him, “Sit and take off your pants, briefs too,” you leaned down and whispered in his ear, “I want to see all of you, handsome.” Mattheo felt his cock twitch at your words, at your directions. He wasn’t sure what was happening but he knew he wanted to find out. You walked back towards the bed, just a few feet away, slipping your dress off your shoulders to reveal your bare breasts and black thong to the man across from you.

Mattheo couldn’t help but groan at the site, his cock standing at attention as you slid your panties down your legs before you climbed onto the foot of the bed before turning to face him, legs spread open wide so he got a full view of your glistening cunt. Mattheo groaned at the sight. “You can touch yourself, Teo. Go on,” you encouraged and he followed directions, instantly grabbing hold of his thick cock and pumping himself, “Show me what you wish you were doing to me,” you let your hands cup your breasts, squeezing them lightly causing Mattheo to groan at the view, his eyes rolling, “because tonight you don’t get to touch me at all.”

His eyes shot open then, hand stilling on his length. You pouted at him, mocking his frown, “Don’t stop now, baby. I was enjoying the view.” You lightly slid your hand up the insides of your thighs, giving yourself goosebumps. Mattheo watched with hungry eyes as you took two fingers and glided them through your folds, coating your fingers in your slick before rubbing your clit lightly. “Keep touching yourself, baby, let me see you,” you started applying more pressure on your bundle of nerves, slight whimpers leaving your mouth as Mattheo started slowly guiding his hand up and down his length once more.

When you slid two fingers inside of yourself, eliciting a gasp from your lips you didn’t miss Mattheo’s low, “Fucking hell”, glancing a look at his desperate eyes. Pumping your fingers you couldn’t help but tease him more, “You’re being such a good boy for me, Teo. Oh, fuck, my fingers stretch me so good, but not as good as when I’m stretched around you, Oh, god, Teo.” Hearing his name fall from your lips while he watched you pleasure yourself was his idea of torture. Your hips bucked against your hand, your clit hitting your palm with every grind and building the familiar heat in the pit of your stomach, “Fuck, Teo, I wish I was about to come on your cock, but you just had to misbehave this afternoon, didn’t you?”

His nostrils flared at your words, speech stuttering as his thumb swiped over his slit, eyes glued to your fingers pumping in and out of your cunt, “I-I’m sorry, Princess. I didn’t-”

“Shut up,” you moaned out, looking up to see himself pumping his cock faster. You could tell he was close by the amount of precum leaking from his tip. “Stop touching yourself,” you commanded. Mattheo groaned, but listened to instructions. When you saw he had stopped your bucked your hips faster, chasing your high until you were tumbling over the edge into your orgasm, “Fuck, oh fuck, yes.” Mattheo’s dick twitched at the sight of you coming undone, your thighs quaking, clamping shut on your hand as you rode out your high, still pumping your fingers in and out of yourself before you slowed down, catching your breath and making eye contact with him.

You slid your fingers from your cunt, your juices glistening to where Mattheo could see if across the room. “Come taste, baby,” you held your fingers out of him. Mattheo clambered over quickly, immediately latching his lips to your fingers, tongue swirling around your digits to get every last drop. His lips left your fingers with a pop, hands going to grab your thighs to spread them back open for himself. You slapped his hands away, scooting yourself backwards until you reached the head of the bed, leaning against the pillows.

You spread your legs wide, patting the space between them. “C’mere, Teo. Come sit right here, back to me.” Mattheo crawled over to you, lips quickly attaching to yours in a feverish kiss. His palm against your cheek and fingers splayed on the back of your neck holding you steady as his tongue explored your mouth, groaning at the taste of you still on his tongue. With all the mental strength you could muster you push him away, slapping his face lightly.

Immediately Mattheo started apologizing, “I’m so sorry, Princess, I couldn’t, fuck, I just couldn’t help myself.” You shook your head at his ramblings, making a spinning motion with your finger indicating him to turn around and get in the position you instructed him to be in before. Mattheo turned around, lying against your chest. You delicately ran your nails along his thighs, his cock twitching at the action. “I was going to let you cum, maybe even help you, but you broke a rule.”

You grabbed Mattheo’s hand, guiding it back toward his aching cock. As he stroked himself again you ran your nails lightly up his sides, his muscles twitching in your wake. You continued to talk to him, tease him and get him further to the edge, “Last night you were so good to me, making me feel so full.” Mattheo let out a low groan as you trailed kisses along the side of his neck, his strokes becoming quicker, “Love it when you grip my thighs, spreading them open as you sink your big cock into my tight little cunt.”

Mattheo let out a shuddered breath as his thumb swiped over his tip. You grab his wrist then, stopping his movements. He let slip a pathetic whimper, begging you for release, “Fuck, please, Princess, I need to cum so bad.” His chest was heaving, head resting back against your shoulder. You ran your fingers through his hair, scratching at his scalp, “Do you deserve that, Teo? Do you deserve to cum after blatantly flirting with that fucking slag right in front of me, hmm?” Mattheo groaned, “Fucks sake, I said I was sorry, you went out with c-cousin I should be p-punishing you.”

He stuttered over his words as you raked your nails up his thighs again, massaging just near where he wanted your touch but not giving in. “We just had dinner, just talked. If you thought it was anything more you would’ve hurt him by now.” You released his wrist, allowing him to pleasure himself once more. “Go on, baby,” you wrapped one arm around his shoulders, the other grabbing hold of his hair, pulling his head back with force. “Tell me who you’re thinking about when you touch yourself, is it her or is it me?”

Mattheo let out a guttural moan, “Fuck, Princess, it’s you. O-only you.” You started kissing up his neck again, biting the taught skin before licking to soothe it, making sure to leave a few marks. “Every time I think of you, fuck, and now I have the image of your tight little cunt stretching around my cock so perfectly. I never want anything else, oh gods.” You could tell he was close now, hips bucking into his hand. You brought your lips close to his ear, breath ghosting over his skin, “Cum for me, baby. Be a good boy.”

At your command a deep grunt left his throat, hot ropes of white shooting from his tip and on to the duvet in front of him. Coming down from his high he relaxed into you further, chest heaving as his breathing slowly evened out. You ran your fingers through his hair, kissing his temple. “Fucking Salazar’s sake, Princess, you trying to kill me now, hmm?” You smiled into his skin, “You did this to yourself, sir.”

He smiled lightly, “I said I’m sorry, Princess. Merlin, if I'd known this is what would happen from some simple flirting I would’ve never started.” He turned round, resting his head on your chest now. You hummed lightly, “I think you more than liked what just happened.” Mattheo pinched the side of your bum lightly, causing you to squeal. He turned his head, resting his chin atop your chest before leaning up slightly and catching your lips in a chaste kiss one, two, three times before laying his head back down.

You stayed like that for a moment before he broke the silence, “The boys say I’m growing attached to you.” You smiled slightly, hands running through his messy curls, “Do you agree with them?” He nodded, “Scares me how much I care about you, Birdie.” You frowned slightly, though he couldn’t see it, “Why does it scare you?” His eyes fluttered shut, you playing with his hair soothing him. He slid his hands beneath the underside of your shoulders, holding you as close as possible, “Means I’ve got something to lose.”

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5. wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 1894 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — sorry for the wait, uni is killing my ass 😭 I CAN'T FIGURE OUT TUMBLR FOR MY LIFE IM SORRY GUYS

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

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V. WHO'S LAUGHING NOW?

Quiet. Everything was oddly quiet. Nothing or no one was bothering you, and everything seemed to go your way for the past week. Peaceful and quiet. Just how you like it. You knew you should be enjoying these peaceful moments as long as they lasted, but why do you feel so unfulfilled?

It was saturday and most of the students, including Athena, were enjoying their afternoon in Hogsmeade. with company of their friends. As for you, you decided to stay in your dorm for, even if Athena begged you relentlessly, you didn’t really feel like going out as last week’s events drained you mentally. But, no panick! You were not completely alone : Boredom and the heavy feeling of emptiness were so nice that they decided to grace you with their presence.

To anyone who would set eyes on you right now, you looked like you carried the entire world’s burdens on your shoulders : you were sitting lazily on one of the couches of the common room, arm resting on the couch and your cheek resting on your hand all while looking at the floor with empty eyes.

Though, who could blame you? You were bored out of your mind : for the past weeks, sending anonymous letters to Draco Malfoy was your only source of entertainment and now that you had to stop, for your own sake, you felt like time refused to pass by.

In the best of worlds, you would still be having the time of your life by taunting Draco and you wouldn’t be having romantic feelings for anyone.

However, this was not the case. Without you even realizing, you were beaten at your own game. You fell for draco during the process of writing him letters and you fell hard.

Still, something was tormenting your mind : Why was Draco being so lowkey? It’s been a week since you had stopped giving him the letters and he didn’t do anything. You thought that it was weird ; His secret admirer bid him farewell and he didn’t even react. If this ever happened to you, you would travel the world and the seven seas to find them but Draco didn’t manifest any interest in looking for them. Zero interest. Nada.

His strangely discreet demeanor was confusing you : Was he mourning the loss of his secret admirer? Did your prank scar his heart? Or, did he somehow find out that you wrote the later? If so how did he find out ? What has he been up to? Those questions kept repeating over and over again in your mind and, honestly, you felt like you were about to go insane. You were almost about to tear your hair out of your scalp. Literally.

Something was going to happen, you felt it. And it was not a good omen. Something was about to happen and it was not going to be to your advantage. In a way, the ball was in Draco’s court. You have no control of his next move and that was making you sick. But did Draco even receive the said ball? Did he even get the ball you passed to him? Did he even know about the ba— "Snap out of it, Y/N!" you mumbled to yourself.

You’re looked away from the ground to take conscience of your current state : You were biting your nails while slightly shaking your leg. In other words, you looked like a complete maniac.

"Y/N." A hand softly touched your right shoulder and you snapped your head towards the said direction, "Are you okay? Is something bothering you?" You let out a sigh of relief when you saw Fides, your fellow Slytherin. "Oh—hey Fides!" you exclaimed, "you scared me!" you said as you put your hand on your heart to feel your racing heartbeat. Fides’ lips curled into an apologetic smile, "my bad, I didn’t mean to!" She sat next to you, "are you okay? you don’t look so good."

For a moment, your mind wandered to Draco and the worries he drowned your mind with. You slightly opened your mouth ready to tell her what was really bothering you without omitting any detail but after a second of reflexion, you gave her a closed lip smile, "no, Fides, nothing is bothering me," you said softly, "thank you for your concern." Fides smiled at you, "If you ever need to talk to someone, I'm here," she beamed. You squeezed her hand, "thank you."

"So, what's the latest news?" You asked to change the subject. Fides was always aware of every single thing that was going around in Hogwarts. She knew everyone's business from the teachers to the first years. Fides probably even knows your family's deepest darkest secrets and you'll never know how she had found out. It was pretty entertaining to hear her gossip unless she knew your secrets.

Fides' face lit up as soon as the question left your lips. It seemed as if she had been waiting impatiently for you to ask her, "okay, so you'll never guess this. I promise you'll have the time of your life with this information!" Fides got comfortable on the couch, "There has been rumors than Draco was receiving letters from a secret admirer right. I'm talking about actual love letters," she began explaining, "it has been going on for like⏤ I don't know, months and he never found out their identity," fides said, "shit, I've been trying to find out who the hell they were and I didn't even find out."

Discreetly, you let out a sigh of relief, if Fides ever finds out first that you were the 'secret admirer', you were done for. First of all, the entire universe would be aware that you wrote letters to draco. And, even though Fides was a nice girl, she had tendencies to run her mouth ; She would not hesitate twice to spread rumors about anyone, even her closest friends.

"Oh. My. Merlin! Draco has a secret admirer? please tell me it's a joke!" You pretended to be shocked, "Girl, even I was flabbergasted! like⏤ Who in their right mind would genuinely like Malfoy?" Fides laughed, "pff! yeah, right⎯ for real." You let out a forced laugh, "so what happens next?" you stopped laughing immediately and coughed.

"You're going to need to brace yourself for this part." She came closer to you, "Apparently, Draco found out who it is and is about to confront them soon," she whispered, " I heard he got the info from a first year. Somebody saw Draco extorting the information out of the poor boy," she pursed her lips, "this is exclusive news, you're the first one to know this." Your heart dropped and your mouth hung slightly open, "I know right! I had the same reaction!" she slapped your shoulder, "I wonder who it is ! do you think they'll end up together? »

Draco had found out. Draco had found out and knowing him, he probably found a way to bring the gossip to Fides’ ears for he knew damn well that she would tell you and therefore, inform you that he knew. One thing is for sure, Malfoy's revenge was going to be violent and you only have to shelter yourself from the storm that was coming.

You were probably thinking so much about him that you manifested his presence accidentally : you felt like you've summoned a demon for, suddenly, you saw his dark silhouette come through the door of the common room and his eyes immediately found yours as if the first thing he had planned to do when he would step foot into the common room was to find your eyes.

Draco didn't walk further into the room. Instead, he stood tall not so far from the door with both of his hands in the pockets of his black pants. Malfoy did not break eye contact with you as he slightly tilted his head to the right while giving you a smirk.

As you maintained eye contact with him, you felt like your entire world was burning, but you didn't seem to mind because you were only thinking about one thing : did you always notice how handsome Draco is?

Draco saw how your face decomposed at the sight of him. He saw how you didn't even care about any of the nonsense that was probably coming out of Fides' mouth and how your focus was solely on him.

Draco's smirk only grew bigger when he saw you get up off the couch and he almost laughed out loud at the sight of Fides' confused face. Malfoy stood on his ground with his head held high as he watched you lope towards him with a rather angry expression on your face.

'How cute,' he found himself thinking as he stared at your face. You were probably as angry as ever, but how did you manage to still look so cute. Did Draco always notice how cute you were? Perhaps he always did or perhaps he never did but that's something he'll sort out later for right now, he needed to be focused on taunting you.

"So, you found out." You crossed your arms. "Yeah, I did." Draco mimicked your body language, "I honestly didn't know that you would stoop this low Y/N, really. Playing with one's feelings? Even I didn't think about pranking you like that," he fake pouted, "Oh come on Draco," you scoffed, "you're talking about morals? Don't act like for the past six years, you didn't do something equally as bad," you retorted, "You're just mad that you didn't come up with this idea before me. Admit it." Draco shrugged his shoulders while displaying a stupid smirk on his face, "Maybe I am," he said nonchalantly.

"What now? Are you going to get back at me or did I win the game?" you asked, "I'm not going to get back you Y/N, don't be silly," he said as if it was the most obvious fact in the world, "I gotta admit that you won," he started, "but at what cost?" Draco bended slightly so his face would be closer to yours which startled you and made you take a step back, "what do you mean?" you asked again confusedly.

Draco smirked, "you fell in love with me Y/N," he said in a singsong "Why would I get back at you? isn't that enough torment for you?" he asked, "Me? In love with you? Plea⏤" Before you could even finish your sentence, Draco cut you off, "Y/N, I know that you smelt my scent in that potion," he laughed, "Books, expensive cologne, green apples?" he emphasized on the last words, "That's what you smelt and, oh⏤ What a coincidence! that's also what you wrote in that letter." You frowned your eyebrows, "Do you seriously believe in that stupid shit Draco? What are you, five years old?" Draco quirked an eyebrow, "Are you implying that Slughorn is a conman and amortentia is bullshit? Or, wait⎯ that magic doesn't exist?" Draco's face came even closer to yours.

"Darling, you fell in love with me. You can't deny it," he said slowly in a suave voice, "so, who's the real loser now?" he whispered to your ear. Your eyes widened, you tried to say something or anything to deny his statement but you couldn't because it was true : you are utterly and irrevocably in love with Malfoy.

Draco adjusted his posture so he could look at your face clearly. A victorious smile graced his lips as he watched you open and close your mouth to talk but words wouldn't come out your mouth. Without saying any other word, Draco left to go to his dorm and he left you freezed like a statue.

Draco should be celebrating his victory: you didn't deny any of your feelings for him, so that makes him the true winner, right? Though, Malfoy felt a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach and he felt completely confused. Why was the scent of vanilla, violet and strawberry cake lingering in his nose?

It took a long time to Malfoy, but he finally put two and two together. Vanilla, violet and strawberry cake: that was the same fragrance he smelt in the envelopes, the amortentia and on you when he came close to your neck as he whispered to your ear. Draco stopped dead in his tracks and his eyes widened as he realized what it meant, "Fuck, I'm in love with her."

It's funny isn't it? Malfoy was too engrossed on taunting you for having feelings for him that he didn't realize that he reciprocated your feelings.

So, who was the real loser?

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every1studio · 1 year

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“sweet or sour” [harry potter: draco malfoy] PART 2 of “sour grapes”

genre: fluff + slight angst

ficstyle: bulletpoints + mini series

prompt: part two of “sour grapes” with draco malfoy

note: thanks so much for waiting, enjoy~

after divination class you and your group of friends headed straight to the great hall for dinner

you still were in your own headspace while your friends had already moved onto something else to gossip about

but as soon as you sat down for dinner you suddenly didn’t feel like eating

“I’m gonna head out..” you muttered, gathered your things and left

your friends just nodded and continued with their conversations

sure they were a bit confused but they were sure you would tell them what was on your mind when you got a chance

but how could you break it to them that you had draco malfoy on your mind

especially when you would tell them that you had no interest for the pretentious brat

but for some reason, he didn’t seem like one anymore

draco was already in the great halls with his group

also in his own headspace, thinking about you

he saw your every move as soon as you entered the great halls for dinner

when he didn’t see you eat at all, he snuck his favorite type of apple into his robes and excused himself

his friends try to intervene and see what was up with draco but he didn’t give them the chance

it was only 7 when you entered the library

you thought it was a good chance to do some assignments ahead of time while you waited for draco

every person that walked by made you think that it was draco

why were you so eager to see him?

you were just doing him a favor

it meant nothing to you.. right?

draco made sure that he didn’t seem like he ran to the library to see you

he made sure to catch his breath (check his breath) and fix his hair

he positioned himself so that his arm was propped up on the shelves to look “cool”

“hey y/n.. hope you didn’t wait too long..”

like last time, you didn’t have to look up to figure out who the person was

you looked at your watch, “it’s not even 8 yet”

“yeah I wasn’t that hungry so I thought that I could just head to the library and get some work done..”

silence took over as you both just stayed in your spots

you looked anywhere but him, moving some of your things around to make some space for him

“well lets get started on what you need help with for the upcoming potions quiz..”

you didn’t expect to sit across from you

usually when you help someone with studying, they sit next to you so that it’s easy to show them your notes

so you looked up at him, “wouldn’t it be easier if you sat next to me?”

that question caused draco to smirk

“sorry y/n.. I didn’t know that you wanted me to sit next to you.. did you want me to sit closer to you?”

you furrowed your brows in offense, “I just thought it would be easier to show my notes but I would rather have you sit as far away from me as possible..”

draco dramatically pouted and grabbed at his shirt over his heart

“man y/n.. you know how to break a man’s heart.. but.. I’m a visual learner, I’d rather sit across from you and watch your every move. I wanna make sure I don’t miss a single thing..”

draco didn’t break eye contact with you while he said that

which made you slightly uncomfortable

“anyways.. since the quiz is on chapters 20 to 25, let’s start with chapter 20...”

why did he make your heart create millions and billions of little heart-shaped butterflies fly through your veins?

maybe it was the lack of food that made you feel this way

maybe if you had a little snack, you wouldn’t be feeling so fluttery

as soon as you thought that, your stomach grumbled

draco let out a stifled chuckle

he thought it was completely adorable

thank merlin he had an apple in his robe

“care for snack, y/n? maybe you didn’t have dinner?”

he knew you didn’t have dinner but he already felt like he came off as a little creepy and he wanted to back off.. just a bit

“no.. I didn’t feel like eating at the time... but now...”

you gave him a stern look while you reached your hand out to grab the apple

but he pulled it back from your grasp, “ah-ah.. I’ll give you the apple on one condition”

“what condition? I’m already helping you study and now I need to do something else for you?”

you were starting to get a little hangry and draco could tell

it made him want to tease you more since you looked so cute when your angry but he didn’t want you to dislike him even more

he wants to show his best version of himself to you after all

he leaned in closer to you and his joking demeanor softened

“the condition is that you promise me that you’ll eat even if you don’t feel like it.. your brain is tricking your body that you don’t want food even when you need it... your health is important, ya know?”

your mouth slighted opened before turning pressing your lips together, that surprised you

it seemed so out of character for draco malfoy to be so.. caring?

it was like there’s this whole side to him that you didn’t know

maybe you should try to reach for apple that professor trelawney told you about

maybe you should try to see if that apple is truly sweet or if it’s sour

it doesn’t hurt to try.. right?

you fiddled with your fingers before looking up at draco and gave him a smile, though you felt a little self-conscious about it

“I promise..”

it was like a whole new world opened for draco

he has seen you smile but he’s never received a smile from you

after seeing you smile, he swore to himself that he’ll be that person to protect that smile

no words were needed; he handed you the apple and opened his book to chapter 20

you noticed that while you were helping him study, draco really didn’t need your help at all

but you didn’t say anything about it

that was until professor pince told you two needed to leave the library; it was already close to midnight

“damn we were in there for a while, huh?”

you two were gathering your things; constantly grazing each others’ hands but ignoring the lovey-dovey tension

“it’s your fault, draco.. we could’ve finished this study sess earlier if you look at your notes instead of looking at me the whole time..”

draco smiled; that was the first time he’s ever heard you call him by his first name

you and draco were making your way out of the library

he was holding your things for you; he insisted that you had a long day and that he’d be a gentleman and hold them for you

“I thought I told you y/n..” draco bent down to look at you eye to eye, “I’m a visual learner”

this whole time you thought you were suppressing the natural reaction to blush but it was only because the library was cold and dim

he could clearly see that you were blushing and he felt like he just won the quidditch championships

you looked away and started to grab your things from him in a hurry out of embarrassment

“anyways.. I noticed that you really didn’t need me to help you study.. so what was all of this about?”

you made sure to hide your tomato face from him

you stopped in your tracks when you didn’t hear his footsteps next to you

“isn’t it obvious, y/n?”

his question made you turn around

“I wanted to spend time with you.. I’ve noticed you for a while and I’ve always wanted to-”

“so this is what you were up to, draco..” you both heard blaise coming around the corner with the rest of the slytherin gang

“is this your victim this time? you could’ve just told us!” theo echoed the same amount of mischief as blaise

“I’mdefinitelyprettythanher...” pansy muttered under her breath

all of those comments made your heart drop into your stomach

“WHAT ARE YOU GUYS EVEN TALKING ABOUT? FUCK OFF!”

his friends ruined this moment for him and he didn’t know if he could dig himself out of this hole

he used to go for girls who would give anything to be with him and it was only to forget the fact that you were with bloody potter

they were just there to distract him from your relationship with potter at the time

he wasn’t that guy anymore because now he has a chance with you, this was his only chance

because if he fucked this up, he’ll never have the chance with you

“am I just another one of those girls to you?”

those words were heavy on his heart; he felt like he couldn’t breath

you weren’t those other girls; you were different

it was never about them, it was always about you

you made him feel like he could be a better person

as a better person, he wanted to cherish you and protect your smile

and now that smile was no where to be found

your voice was soft enough for only draco to hear but the others got the gist of what you said

“I bet ya draco only went after for her because he heard that she didn’t like him..” goyle wanted to add onto the banter

crabbe continued to throw the fuel to the fire, “saw her as a challenge, I bet”

you didn’t want to hear anything else

that was all you needed to hear that figure out that any apple from draco malfoy was going to be sour anyways

so why did you even consider trying in the first place?

you scoffed at their attempt to try to get you to cry and run down the hall like all the other girls that were heartbroken by draco

“you all must be daft.. even if malfoy did see me as a challenge and wanted to pursue me.. doesn’t mean that I’d give him the time or day..”

you glared at all of them in the eyes, “I just had some extra time to spare to help out a classmate.. besides if you all need any help with your classes, which I’m sure you do, just let me know.. I’d be so glad to help out my dim-witted classmates..”

that made a lot of them pretty mad, “did you just call us dumb?” pansy shrieked, “you filthy half-blood!”

you gave her a half-hearted smile, “I may be a half-blood but at least, I’m not dumb..”

that made some of them raise their wands at you until draco came in between them and you

that made them lower their wands

he was filled with rage and all of his friends realized that they all just made a huge mistake

but before anyone could say anything, you just walked away

you didn’t need anyone protecting you

you could fend for yourself

and if you could walk away from a situation, you would

you didn’t need to get into a wand fight to prove a point, let alone a physical one

you didn’t need these uptight, dumb rich kids ruining your education

“HEY I WAS TALKING TO YOU!” pansy tried to run after you with her wand but draco grabbed it out of her hand

“leave. her. alone. or I’ll make you... that goes for every one of you”

draco threw her wand across the hall and ran after you

none of his friends said anything

“maybe we shouldn’t have jumped into conclusions..” blaise said as he noticed how troubled his friend really was with his emotions for you

theo attached himself to blaise’s hip, “yeah it’s all pansy’s fault that draco is mad at us now..”

as the group of slytherins’ bickering was fading into darkness, draco was sweating trying to find you and fix this problem

he was crazy about you and he wanted you to see that he really did have feelings for you, real feelings

all of that hard work he put in during the study session were flushed down the drain

he knew that you didn’t like him at first

he knew that you didn’t fawn over him like those other girls

why would he pursue someone that he knows doesn’t like him?

he can’t control his feelings

he can’t control how his heart feels when he brushes pass you in a busy hallway

or how it feels when he sees you in the same class as him

or how it feels when he hears you laugh

he saw you make your way to the astronomy tower and he follows suit

draco stops in his tracks when he hears you throw your bag to the ground and start crying

if his heart was cracked earlier, it’s completely shattered now

“stupid girl... it’s not like you ever liked him anyways.. your mind is tricking you that you like him... if there is such thing as love, I don’t wanna taste it.. I’m just so afraid... so why...”

you were fighting with yourself; crying into your sleeves and talking out loud

“..so why am I fighting these feelings I have for bloody draco lucius malfoy...”

“feelings are weird like that, huh..”

like all the times before, you didn’t need to look behind you to hear who that voice belonged to

“go away, malfoy”

but you really didn’t want him to

and he didn’t

draco sat next to you but there was a significant amount of space between you two

“I want to apologize on the behalf of my friends’ actions and words and-”

“-and for playing me?” you cut him off, “you should get yourself an acting career..”

no matter how sincere he sounded, you figured that he’s just used to acting like it

“and for not telling them how I really felt about you..”

you were so confused, you ended up looking up at him; not caring about your current appearance

your appearance made draco come closer, out of concern for you

he cupped your face but you didn’t have enough strength at the moment to push him away, you only had enough strength to not look at him

your eyes were red from the crying, runny nose sniffing every second and brows furrowed not with irritation but furrowed with utter sadness

“y/n.. please answer me.. are you okay?”

“okay!?” you pulled his hands off of your face

“no, if you can’t tell by my puffy, teary-eyed face. I’m NOT okay! I’m not okay with having my feeling played with like a puppet! I’m not okay because the moment I felt like I could trust you, I found out that I was just one of your collection of other girls that played victim to your little sick game and-”

draco suddenly took one of your hand and put it over his chest

“would my heart be beating this fast for a girl I didn’t care about?” his voice was soft but stern

the adrenaline made you lash out your inner thoughts; you took a breath to try to return back into your calm, cool and collect self

“you could be faking it,” you replied

he got up immediately, “then I’ll go steal veritaserum from snape’s private collection to prove to you!”

if you didn’t physically hold the determined draco back, he would’ve dashed down the tower and actually go steal the truth serum

“why would you risk yourself for that?! don’t you know that you could get detention or even expelled-”

“because, y/n, I want to prove to you that I really.. truly like you.. ever since I sat next to you in charms class, I always thought you were no one I’ve ever met..”

“the first time you sat next to me in charms class? that was our first year...”

your grasp on his arm loosened and you gave him the chance to voice his inner thoughts

“yeah.. you were smart but you didn’t act like a know-it-all like granger.. or make it your whole personality like all of those ravenclaws.. you were always nice to everyone and anyone but you never let anyone walk over you.. I was so happy I got a chance to talk to you because I enjoyed our conversations in the library.. you made me feel like I could be my 100% self.. I always thought that if you could get sorted into any house and you would do extremely well anywhere you went... and also...”

draco brought his hand up to “wipe” his nose to hide the blush that was blooming onto his face

“also?” your curiosity was peaked

“also you were just about the prettiest girl in our class.. our whole school even..”

“but I’m a half-blooded Hufflepuff..”

“none of that matters.. I just like you for you.. every moment I have with you makes my feelings for you grow fonder.. I just hope that, that’s enough for you..”

you sniffled a little laugh through your stuffy nose, “draco lucius malfoy.. you really are full of surprises..”

you looked up at him through your damp lashes

the moonlight was shining onto his platinum blonde hair

his eyes held that twinkly baby blue sliver of hope

hoping that you would be able to give him a chance

“if I give you a chance, am I going to regret it?”

“if you gave me a chance, I’d do everything in my power to never ask for a second chance...”

you really pondered at his words and professor trelawney’s prophecy

“I swear to merlin, draco if you do-”

“you can hex me, send a bludger my way or even use any unforgivable curses on me!” he had his hand over his heart as if he was pledging himself to you

you took the hand that was over his heart and just held it tight, “let’s not have it get to that point..”

draco was so happy he wanted to kiss you

his eyes were wavering at where to kiss you

would it be too much to kiss you on the lips?

what if he kisses you on the cheek and he misses and kisses your nose?

would it be okay to kiss your nose?

he was so distracted with his thoughts that he didn’t notice you get on your tippy toes to kiss him on the lips

draco’s smile grew and he pulled you closer to him so that he could kiss you better under the moonlight

although these new feelings were unripe and green, they still tasted sweet on your lips

The end.

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draco-tyler-mikes-paramour · 1 year

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just in case anyone was curious,

YES!! i do still write for draco

of course i do i’m still in love with him lol

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williethelemon · 1 year

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”Take me to him”

Imagine this, Harry is in trouble and his patronus finds the person he desperately needs in that moment and it is Draco.

I had this thought and had to draw an illustration based on it🌙

#art #fanart #illustration #drawing #artists on tumblr #digital art #procreate #illustrator #fantasy art #harry potter #harry potter fanart #harry potter series #drarry #drarry fanart #hp art #draco malfoy #draco fanart

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what-the-jams · 5 months

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❝My love is mine all mine❞

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Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Reader

synopsis “Where Draco Malfoy has loved YN since first year and doesn’t plan on telling her until she comes back from holiday and comes back dating someone new.”

contents “Very cutesy female reader, 18 years of age for both, Angst, Mentions of cheating, smut: vaginal piv sex, mating press, vaginal fingering and eating, blowjob, lowkey dirty dirty sex, praise, hair pulling, drool, making out, reader is on birth control (but is not openly said)”

notes “Lowkey inspired by the Rachel and Ross and Julie episodes of friends. Lets all pretend that Draco was not building a special special cabinet and that he was not a death eater, and voldemort is not a thing Okay! Also...I JUST HAD TO MAKE DRACO A LIL MUSHY GUSHY ALRIGHT?”

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He was running. He never thought he would ever be running for anyone, especially a girl. Well, woman now. But he was still running, nevertheless. Running because he realized that now was the time was right. He, Draco Malfoy was running to the Hogwarts Express to finally tell Y/n L/n that he was downright in love with her, and had been since the moment he laid eyes on her.

The Hogwarts Express sat there in all its glory as students flooded out. All were happy as the snow that was falling around them caused a few to slip around as they giggled with their friends. Draco had just made it as he began to search desperately, accidentally running into Blaise as he held hands with Pansy. “Draco, Mate, what's the rush?” Blaise said as he turned around to get no answer, and instead watched the back of Draco.

He was whipping his head around, feeling his robe fluttering behind him as he walked briskly through everyone, still searching for the girl that was engraved into his head 24/7. Everyone moved out of the way, and some were pushed, but even through all that, he still couldn’t find the girl, but the moment he did.

Oh, he wished he didn’t.

“Hi, Draco! I thought you stayed at school for a holiday?” She exclaimed the minute she saw him. “I-I did.” He was stuttering, not good. A look of concern crossed her face. “Are you alright?” She said still holding the hand of the brunette next to her.

‘Fucking Harry Potter, out of anyone else, she chose the fucking guy he hated with his whole being.’

“Yeah, I'm okay. I was just looking for Blaise.” The Blonde said with a deep frown, completely masking his heartbreak. “I think he was back-” She got interrupted as Draco briskly walked past her. She watched him walk away as a flicker of hurt flashed in her eyes. “You okay, Sweetheart?” Harry asked as he looked at the girl, smiling quickly and she shook her head shyly.

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A week later he saw the two again in the library, Potter blabbering on with Weasley and Granger about something Snape said. Of course, he didn’t pay too much about him but rather to the girl dressed in Hufflepuff robes.

Y/n was studying next to the boy, Draco knowing the pressure of getting good grades as she too is a pure blood with pressuring parents. A look of annoyance crosses her face and Harry knocks her arm as she’s writing what he can assume is an essay for a class. “Sorry,” Harry muttered looking at her and then looking back at his friends.

A following week later, He saw them again at a party in the Ravenclaw Dorms. Harry had his arm around her as he talked Vividly with Cho Chang. The girl looked out of place at the party, even though there were other Hufflepuffs, some even eyeing him up as he stared at the other girl across the room.

Y/n did not look like she enjoyed being at this party, the girl was dressed in a pastel pink dress a pretty pink ribbon in her hair, and pretty ruby red Mary Jane heels. She bit her lip as she looked at her boyfriend again as he continued to just talk to Cho completely ignoring her as he hovered in tipsy euphoria. Then her pretty doe eyes caught his. And she smiled. And waved. And he waved back with a smile as well.

And did Harry hate that? The minute he recognized the blonde he had started to argue with the girl. Tears and yelling, a lot of yelling actually. Mostly from Harry though as he wouldn’t let the girl get a word in. And to end it, out of pure spite, he kicked Y/n away and onto the curb like a sad puppy. Draco had watched the whole thing, and although he had to hold his tongue. He opted to turn the boy a bright shade of red by punching him in the nose and running after Y/n who had run out crying moments before.

“Y/n?” Draco called out as he saw the girl in the corridors staring out the window, cold air flowing through as the snow fell outside the school. The girl looked at him as her glittery eyeshadow ran down her cheeks, looking as if she cried tears of diamonds.

“It's cold out tonight.” He remarked walking to stand next to her as she leaned into a column next to the open expanse of the building. She was sniffling lightly as she continued to let her tears flow freely in a glimmery river.

Draco sighed and took off the coat he was wearing and draped it over her shoulders. He continued to admire her, And That's when it clicked for him. “Y/n…” she looked at him with such a sad look. He took a deep breath before gently grabbing her face, and kissing her deeply.

The girl's eyes widened and she let out a gasp and pushed him away gently. “Draco, wha-why?” She stuttered out, covering her mouth as more tears started to trail down her face. “Y/n.” He breathed. “I’ve loved you since the first year. You deserve the world. I don’t know what else to say without sounding completely foolish but I am so in love with you that you should not be with someone as idiotic as fucking Potter.” She continued to cry as she continued to look at him.

“I love you so much and I would treat you the way that you deserve to be treated, like a princess. A way that Potter is not. I would kill for you, I would die for you, Move the heavens and earth for you. I love you.” He spewed out. Breathing heavily as the girl removed his coat and gently handed it to him, walking away a few paces ahead of him, before turning to face him.

“Draco. I love you too.” Y/n whispered, “But I can’t be with you. I’m with Harry. I'm so sorry.” She whispered before briskly walking away from him. And Draco felt his heart break even more, so he turned and walked towards the dungeon. He hadn’t felt heartbreak before and he didn’t know that his tears would flow with it. So he walked away, hands stuffed in his pockets as he muttered to himself.

Y/n regretted walking away the minute she turned away from the blonde. She had loved him for the longest time but just never wanted to tell him for fear of rejection and losing the soft spot he had for her while he continued to keep his mean demeanor for everyone else. She loved him so much. She fantasized about being his, and no one else's. She fantasized about the relationship that would've bloomed for the two. She fantasized about him meeting her family, formally as hers. She fantasized about being used by him in the midnight hours when her roommates were out, folding her in half and into his mattress, cock slotted perfectly between them, connecting them intimately. Moans and groans and handsy touching, and him whispering about how good he felt.

She made it back to the party to try to talk to Harry, to apologize. The crowded room was full of drunk students, suffocating in the room as she continued to search only to run into Hermione and Ron, looks of hurt and shock as they saw the girl. “Y/n, what's the matter?” The brunette asked her as Ron also looked at her in concern as he took a tissue out of his pocket to hand to Hermione, to wipe her glittery river of tears. “Just a fight with a friend and Harry is all. Where is he?” sniffling as she held Hermione's hand gently. “I don’t exactly know,” Hermione answered looking towards Ron who just shrugged. “We could help you look.” Ron finished.

“Oh, that's quite alright. I think I can manage-” The girl was cut off as a storage closet opened to reveal Cho Chang with none other than her Boyfriend, Harry. People were either gasping or cheering for the golden boy as he stumbled out with a goofy grin as Cho hung off of him. Clothing touseled, and makeup and hair smeared as they giggled to themselves.

“Oh, Y/n.” Hermione gasped as she hugged the girl who just stood in shock while staring at the two. Filled with boiling anger as she recounted the numerous hidden arguments between the two talking about his relationship with the said ravenclaw. She didn’t even move as frustrated tears flooded her cheeks for the third time that night. Before even moving towards the two or removing the brunette that was comforting her from the side, Ron was the first of the three to move. “Fucking hell Harry.”

“What? We were just having some fun.” Cho replied drunkenly. “With a man in a relationship no less.” Ron’s voice grew in decibels, causing others to look towards the commotion.”Then we can keep it a secret.” Harry replied with an eye roll as he stumbled forward, hand groping the breast of the raven-haired girl next to him. “Well, the secrets’ out.” Y/n scowled out. Both Harry and Cho’s faces paled at seeing the girl. Who as the author must say, is the prettiest girl in all of Hogwarts.

Sharply wiping her eyes, she walked up to Harry and slapped the boy back to Hogsmeade. “You bitch.” Cho slurred as she went to grab Harry. “Says the one that goes after people's relationships,” Y/n growled. “Harry when you are fully sober, find me tomorrow so I can properly break up with you.” And she strutted off. Straight to the Slytherin quarters.

Draco had just got to the hallway of the Slytherin dorms when he heard his name being called, inhaling sharply as he heard her sweet tone call for him. He rubbed his hands on his face before turning towards the voice. There she was still in the pretty baby pink slip dress and red heels as before. “Y/n…” He said waiting for her to answer, pretty pissed from their earlier talk. “I-” she stuttered as she grew shy under his scrutinizing gaze. “Well, get on with it. I don’t have all night.” Draco snapped, crossing his arms over his strong chest.

She walked up to him until they were inches from each other. “I love you, Draco Malfoy. So fucking much.” she threw her arms around his neck as she pulled him down towards her awaiting lips. His eyes widened as he gripped her hips tight enough to bruise. She opened her mouth to allow his waiting tongue in. Sucking, moaning, and dirty mess as they separate breathing heavily. “What happened to earlier?” He asked heavily. “I realized that you were completely right,” she answered shakily as she tried to catch her breath. “I deserve better, and I love you, and you love me.”

She took a deep breath as she looked up at his grey eyes as he kept his grip on her hips. “You said you would kill for me, and die for me, move the heavens and earth. Draco Lucius Malfoy, I love you,” She finished as he looked down at her hungrily. “And I want you to treat me the way that I know I deserve, and like a princess.” He learned to push her up against the wall as he began to nibble and kiss at her neck, causing her to let out sweet moans as she gripped his broad shoulders. They continued to kiss heavily as they swallowed the arousing noises any of them would make.

“Draco,” She whimpered as he stopped to look down at her through his lashes. “Please.” She begged quietly as she gripped his black button-up and began to get on her knees to please him. “Anything you want, Princess.” He groaned as she made haste for his buckle not even caring that anyone could walk down the hallway and catch them. She had finally freed him from his trousers, feeling the heavy weight of his pretty cock in her smaller hands.

“Whatever you want,” Draco said as he looked down at her, moving the hair to go behind her ears, careful of her pretty pink bow that rested in the pretty little updo she wore. He gasped quietly when she took the first lick towards the leaky head. “Just like that Darling. So good.” He groaned as she swallowed around his thick girth. A slobbery mess of spit and precum turned into a pretty clear gloss on the girl's lips as she deepthroated him, careful of any gagging.

Soon the blonde let out a deep groan as his milky white filed into her mouth, down her throat. He let out a deep chuckle as he pulled the girl up by her chin and kissed her again, tasting his own self on her tongue. They disconnected as Draco fixed his pants and flipped the girl so that she was the one with her back leaning against the wall. He gets on the ground and lifts the skirt of her dress to pull her pretty pink panties down her legs, to see that they too had a bow in the middle. “Such a pretty girl with pretty panties.” He says against her thighs as he pulls the skirt to go over and cover his blonde locks.

She had felt his hot breath on her puffy pussy as it swelled up from having no friction. He gave a quick kitten lick before completely burying his tongue in between her. Sucking hard on her clit and fucking her deep with his tongue with her leg hoisted above his shoulder and hands covering her mouth as she shyly let out sounds of pleasure.

“Draco,” Y/n whined as she let her senses heighten as she began to reach her peak. “Yes, Princess.” He smiled up at her as the dress fell off his head, showing his messy hair and glossy lips with her own sweetness. “I need it.” She said as she stuttered and tears pricked her eyes once again. “Need what, hmm?” Draco said as he bunched the dress up her waist and held it there.

“Need you to make me cum, please.”

“So dirty,” He said leaning to let her watch him lick her clit, “But so polite, I might consider it.” He said looking up at her and letting one of his hands flow down her navel to wear his mouth is, collecting the slick. Then letting two fingers enter her and fuck her gently. The loud squelching of her wetness and his own slurps as he continued to eat her. The pressure built up quicker than she thought, and she came in a silent scream as her cum began to dribble down her thighs and down Draco’s mouth. He let go of her pussy as he continued to thrust threw her orgasm, staring up at the girl with hazy grey eyes and mouth open in a wide grin as he watched his lover who held a scrunched-up face and tears flowing and drool dribbling down from her mouth.

Feeling the overstimulation, Y/n cried out as she gripped Draco’s wrist as he continued to thrust his fingers into her, smiling coyly up at her as he slick continued to drip onto the ground. “D-Draco,” She gasped out as she continued to grab at his hand, “Please, j-just fuck m-me already.” He finally stopped, getting up as he pulled her dress down, looking down at her pretty ruby red Mary Jane that was wet with droplets that dripped from her. He pulled her towards her roughly to messily kiss her again as he felt the intense heat that radiated from her. Gripping her and scratching at her back as they moaned into each other's mouths.

“Come one, let's give my princess all the pleasure that she can take.” He rasped between their lips quickly grabbing her by the hips and leading her into the next hallway where the Slytherin dorms were. “Pure-Blood.” He replied gruffly when they approached the stone wall to the Slytherin common room.

The common room was empty as most of the occupants were still at the Ravenclaw party, the only people in the common room were just Pansy and Blaise. “Y/n what sight to see.” Pansy chuckled in her position on Blaise's lap as they never expected to see the shy Hufflepuff in their common room, with Draco nonetheless. “Hi,” Y/n said quietly as Draco led her straight to the stairs going toward the Male Dormitories. “Bye,” The couple said as they watched Draco push the girl out of the Common Room. “Well, they look like they are having fun,” Blaise remarked. “What if we go have fun while your people are still out,” Pansy smirked as she got off his lap and waited for him to follow her.

Draco pushed Y/n into his single dorm prefect room, panting heavily as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Lifting the dress above her hips, Y/n paused as Draco stopped her. “A princess shouldn’t need to undress herself. Let me.” he pulled the silky pink above her head as she stared at his bare chest. Muscles bulging as he maneuvered himself to push her onto the edge of the bed as he stared at her bare chest. “So pretty.” He watched as she covered herself with her arms, watching as he kneeled on the ground to remove her heels, now only in her white calf-high socks.

He grabbed her hands as she went to take out her bow. “Keep it on.” He said before kissing her chest, sucking on her pretty nipples. Y/n could only sit there, arching her back as he sucked bruises into her skin. He unbuckled himself and began undressing so that he was bare with her as he began to fondle her breasts as well. She arched herself into Draco as he gripped her bare back.

“Draco, darling please just fuck me already.” She moaned out after pushing him away, gently giving sweet kisses against his lips. “Alright, Alright, just be patient yeah?” He chuckles as he pushes her back, crawling onto the bed. Slotting himself between her legs, folding her legs so that her thighs meet her own shoulders, just like in her fantasies. He sits back on his haunches as he holds her knees together with one big hand, taking his cock in the other and trailing it back and forth against her slick pussy, watching as more slick gushes out of her as she moaned quietly to himself.

Then he slid himself in, groaning at the tightness and how warm it was inside her squishy walls. “My princess feels so good, squeezing around me. I’m gonna fill you up so good.” He groaned out throwing his head back. Sliding back out to just fuck the tip in and out of her. She felt her walls stretching to their limit by just his tip, feeling the fullness already even if it was not his full length. “D-Draco, so big.” She moaned out feeling the stretch as he dragged his cock into her again. “I know sweetheart, be patient.” He cooed as he stared at the girl's face before fully pushing in.

The mating press he had her in making the both feel how full and deep he was in her. Her cunt hugging his cock as he hammered into her, surprised by how pliable the girl was. The stretch felt as amazing as ever and the tightness having them both rolling their eyes.

“cumming.” the girl whimpered. “what was that?” he answered smirking as he pushed in balls deep and began rubbing her clit in tight , fast circles. The girl began crying again and stuttered out “cumming.” once again as her slick began to rush out like a fountain.

Draco didn’t stop thrusting as the girl still remained crying out , clawing at his biceps from the overstimulation. “Can you keep going, pretty?” he tilted his head at her, awaiting her answer. And she just nodded with a look of awe at the mess he made of her.

This time he folded her up in his lap in a full nelson. Full pussy and loving how she was manhandled. and it wasn’t even 5 minutes of thrusting before she was squirting again, making more of a mess as it dribbled down his own cock and down his legs. “Darling, you really need to stop making such a big mess.” He grabbed her chin to kiss her again.

“I’m almost finished with you, are you able to keep going?” Draco said after putting her legs down so that she was sitting there on his dick. “mhm.” she said as she just looked at him, before kissing his neck. “where do you want it?” he said as he slowly thrusted in her as she was in his lap.

“inside please.” she said as he laid back, keeping her on his dick and putting her in a cowgirl. “So polite.” he muttered as he put his hand around her neck, choking her softly. Propping his knees up so that she was chest to chest with him, he used his free hand to hold her hips down to meet his harsh thrusts.

“Draco, please cum in me .” she mewled as he was grunting underneath her. “Don’t worry, I plan too.” and she soon felt herself tighten around him again, this time he was nearing his own peak as he bit into her neck. “Please!” she screamed out as she came on him, this time she felt herself being filled up by his own cum as he groaned against her neck.

slouching on top of him, the actions of them finally set in, where she covered her face and cowered away in embarrassment. Trying to ease herself off from the impalement , the blonde pulled her close to him , groaning softly at the way the girl lightly clenched on him.

“Draco..” the girl whispered, looking him in the eyes. “We can’t stay like this.” She said referring to the indecency they were in. Although the boy had a private dorm, she did feel a bit awkward with the way that she was still naked. Then of course there are certain things that did need to be discussed.

The two had finally unsheathed and began to dress again. “Draco..” the girl said as she sat there in her dress watching as he buttoned up his shirt halfway, letting the rest stay unbuttoned.

“What does all of this mean?” She said watching as he lifted his head, smiling slightly. “The sex, the ‘I love you’s’?”

“It means I love you… Y/n.” He said approaching her. “It means I want to be with you, share experiences with you. Give you every ounce of my love.” He said as he lifted her head, kissing her gently again.

“But what about Har-“ “He can’t appreciate you like I do darling. He showed that at the party with that filthy Ravenclaw.” He said holding her in his arms. “I love you Y/n and I plan to show you as well as the rest of the world.” he chuckled “It’s a plus that I can show that Potter that too.”

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That next day he did in fact show Harry, by placing a big kiss , slightly embarrassing the girl as others watched in enjoyment.

“You cheated on me!” Harry blubbered on, Cho standing behind him, looking as if she got slapped. Standing next to other Ravenclaws as everyone watched as Hermione and Ron held the brunettes from pulling out his wand in his fury.

“Potter, don't flatter yourself. Yesterday night I, as well as everyone in this courtyard saw you kissing that girl behind you. And right in front of Y/n I might add.” Draco said, pushing Y/n behind him as he pointed at Cho.

“Merlin, you’re crazier than I thought.” Y/n whispered behind him smiling. He looked behind himself to smile at her. “You have no one to blame but yourself.” He said taking one last look at Harry before bringing Y/n to the dining hall, Showing their love more and more.

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