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#draco x hufflepuff!reader
mrsmikaelsxn · 1 year
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Pretty Girl
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pairing: draco malfoy x female reader
warnings: draco in love, fluff, some jealousy, soft draco, flirting, making out
summary: although you're a hufflepuff, draco can't seem to suppress his feelings for you and has been asking you out since third year
a/n: i don't think i'll ever get out of my draco phase atp, its been years
song: yellow - coldplay
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You were walking through the castle halls with your best friend, Cedric Diggory, wearing a blue sundress with your hair down and a ribbon holding two stands behind your head.
There were no classes today, so you decided to put on some light makeup as well and were taking a walk to the kitchens with Cedric.
"One day in the summer you need come over to my cottage, I can teach you how to bake," you announce, looking up at him as he drapes his arm around your shoulders.
"Hmm, I don't know if that would end well," he paused as he glanced down at you. "The last time you tried to bake with the house elves, you set the kitchen on fire," he laughs as he recalls you begging the house elves not to tell anyone.
"Okay that's not fair and you know it. You helped-"
"Y/n!"
You and Cedric turn around to see a smiling Draco Malfoy walking towards you both. His smile turns into a scowl as he sees Cedric's arm around you.
He quickly covers the jealousy with a charming smile as he looks back at your eyes that he adores.
"What now, Malfoy," Cedric sighs, already knowing what was going to happen.
Draco Malfoy was seen as rude to most people. So it was quite a shock to everyone when he asked you, a half-blood hufflepuff, out to hogsmeade for the first time in third year. You politely declined his offer because of some past encounters with him.
Although he has never said anything offensive to you, he has to your friends.
Your rejection didn't stop Draco from asking again. If anything, it made him want you more.
Ever since then, he has asked you out almost every week. Each time you rejected him, but it still didn't stop him.
Two years later he found himself in love with you. He has tried to get over you, but he can't picture himself with anyone that isn't you. If you were to ask him what he loved most about you, it would take more than a day to list everything. He grew up without much love, except from his mother, so it was a rather odd feeling when he first started to fancy you.
The first time he had gotten some hope for the two of you was when you had agreed to go to the yule ball with him last year. He thanked Merlin and almost cried of happiness. It was most definitely the best night of his life. You two had ended up almost kissed but were interrupted by Snape.
Back to present time, he asked if he could speak to you in private. Cedric looked over at you to make sure it was okay, you nodded and told him you would join him in a few minutes.
Draco gently grabbed your hand and pulled you into an empty classroom.
“You look so beautiful, darling” he compliments as you feel yourself lightly blushing as you avoids his eyes.
You should be use to the compliments by now since he gives them several times a day, but that doesn’t stop your cheeks from turning a light pink shade each time. He finds it adorable and hopes to be the only one to have the affect on you.
“Thank you, what is it you wanted to talk about?”
“Look, you know how much I fancy you- the whole bloody school knows. I- I just want you to give me one chance, love. If you truly don’t feel the same way about me than I’ll accept that,” he starts, his voice growing quieter as he leans towards your face.
“Please, sweetheart,” he whispers, his eyes dropping to your beautiful rosy lips as you gently pull the bottom one in between your teeth in thought.
“Um... okay,” you whisper with a small nod and smile.
He froze, before the biggest smile makes its way to his face. His lips brush against yours as he asks if it’s okay for him to kiss you.
You respond by gently pressing your warm lips to his slightly cold ones. He warps his arm around your waist pulling you closer to him as the other hand is holding your cheek. You run your hands through his hair and gently tug, getting a light groan from him.
You slowly pull back as you look at him in awe. His hair messy, his tie loose around his neck, his cheeks tinted red, his stunning eyes bright, and his lips slightly swollen.
“You are very pretty, you know,” you blurt out, turning your head in slight embarrassment.
He gently grabs your face and tilts your head so you’re looking at him. “Thats all you, angel. My pretty girl,” he whispers to you.
You peck his lips before slowly kissing down his jaw, trailing your mouth down his neck. Your gentle butterfly kisses and your teeth grazing his skin get some more low groans from him.
“As much as I’m enjoying this, love, if you keep doing that, you’re not going to be leaving this room anytime soon,” he grins.
You trail your lips back up to his, giving a quick peck before taking two steps back. “You’re right, I have forgotten about how I was supposed to go back to Cedric, do I look okay?”
“You look perfect as always, darling,” he replies while watching you straighten your hair with your hands.
“I don’t know you what you see in Diggory anyways”
“Oh knock it off,” you laugh hitting his shoulder as you start walking to the door.
“I’ll see you at dinner, yeah?”
“Mhm, bye Draco,” you smile at the boy, giving him one last look over.
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As Draco enters the common room, he finds his best friend, Blaise Zabini, doing some potions work on the couch.
He walks over and drops onto the couch next to him. Blaise glances up, back at his paper, and then whips his head to the boy when he takes in his state.
"I- what have you been doing"
"You'll never guess, mate," Draco sighs dreamily recalling your kiss.
"Does it happen to do with a certain cute hufflepuff that you happen to be obsessed with?"
"Maybe, and I am not obsessed with her"
"And I enjoy doing potions homework"
"You told me you did," Draco lies.
"No I didn't"
"Yes, you did"
"No, I didn't"
"Yes, you did"
"No, I didn't!"
"No, you didn't"
"Yes, I did!"
"Aha!" Draco grins in victory.
Blaise rolls his eyes, "did you two kiss?"
"Maybe we did, maybe we didn't," Draco shrugs.
"Good for you, it took long enough"
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A few months later, you and Draco were a happy couple and were so close to one another. Since that day you first kissed, he somehow found a way to be with you almost all of the time.
You two were sitting on the grass outside, you both sneaked out, and Draco was showing you the constellation that he was named after.
He suddenly turned and tickled your stomach as you fell backwards laughing.
"D- Draco! St- op, I c- an't breathe! L- let me go-" You laugh as he gives you a few seconds to take some breaths.
"Never, sweetheart," he says rolling on top of you.
"Get off of me you oaf!" You giggle trying to push him off of you.
"Let me think about that, hmm... how about no," he says pecking your lips.
You then flip the both of you so you were now straddling him as your hair surrounding your faces. You lean down and kiss him softly. Pulling back slowly, his lips follow you and you lightly laugh. You look at him with such love and wonder how you got so lucky.
Draco happens to be thinking the same thing as he kisses to again and rests his forehead on yours.
"I love you," he whispers.
"I love you more," you whisper back.
"Not possible, love"
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itstheghostofmypast · 8 months
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Y/N reading in peace.
Draco glaring at her
Y/N: *ignores*
Draco continues to glare
Y/N sighing: What?
Draco: what are you reading?
Y/N: shhh, I'm at a good part, he's talking about his crush.
Draco: THAT'S MY JOURNAL!
Y/N: You mean your diary?
Draco: No, my journal.
Y/N: Right...also, it's best to tell your girlfriend how much you like the sound of her laugh instead of writing it in a secret diary.
Draco: I'll hex you, I swear.
Y/N: Aww~ Like how you wrote in this last entry about me being able to hex your heart-
Draco malfunctioning
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missdawnandherdusk · 5 months
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All Good Things to Those Who Wait
Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader
There goes the last great American dynasty
Who knows if she never showed up, what could have been
There goes the maddest woman this town has ever seen
She had a marvelous time ruinin' everything
Chapter 1   Chapter 2   Chapter 3   Chapter 4
Chapter 5   Chapter 6   Chapter 7   Chapter 8
Chapter 9   Chapter 10   Chapter 11  Chapter 12
The Chapter That Never Happened  Chapter 13
Chapter 14  Chapter 15
Summary: tying up some loose ends :)
A/n: *emerges from the void*
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Everything has an ending. The best stories, and the worst ones. Looking back at my story, there was no better ending I could have asked the stars for. I lost people I loved but I also stood for what I believed in and led an army to victory. No one would forget what had happened in those days. The days of the Great War. 
But what is life without tying up a few loose ends. You’ve come with me this far on this journey, and now as I look back, perhaps there are some things that you’d like to know. Some conversations you’d like to hear. Some people you’d like to meet or see again. So, here are those loose ends, tied together.
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I stepped onto the porch of my childhood home. It was in the efforts to try and find my mother, and try to find some peace and meaning after the past years. Draco came with me, at my side. 
“She’s not here,” I sighed, knowing before we even stepped foot in the house that my mother wasn’t waiting for me. “And somehow that hurt’s more,” 
“She’ll come in her own time love,” Draco soothed. Maybe he was right, or maybe I’d always be searching for her in the stars like I looked for my father. 
Draco and I sat on the porch that night, watching the sun set and the fireflies come to life in the meadow that blanketed around us. 
“You cast a patronus,” Draco said as I laid my head on his shoulder, watching the wildflowers dance in the wind. 
“I know,” A smile touched my lips. 
“It was a dragon,”
“Yeah,” I took his hand into mine, thinking back to the first night Draco cast his own patronus with my father’s wand. How things had changed since then. “My mother always told me that one day I’d find my patronus and it would watch over me like my father,” 
He pressed a kiss to the top of my head. 
“I don’t think you need anyones protection,” The humor in his voice gave way to the smile that I couldn’t see. 
“It’s still nice to have someone beside me—to fight alongside me,” 
He was quiet a moment before airing his doubts. “Do you think that maybe…” I knew where he was going with the thought, because it had been chipping at the back of my mind. 
“Because they’re so different we’re not meant to be together?” I mused, finishing his worried thought. 
“Yeah,” He sighed.
“No,” I sat up, facing him. “I think they’re just right for us. I’ve thought about it—more than I should. But in reality… if we think about it, your lion,” 
“Aslan,” Draco’s fingers brushed over my locket. A smile crept to my lips and I nodded. 
“And the first task,” 
“The what?” I had caught him off guard, a beautiful sight to behold. 
“Our fourth year, that first task of the tournament.” Realization struck him. 
“Our patronus’ show the start of us—when we really first started to trust each other.” I took his hand back into mine. “They’re not so different after all,” 
He laughed without fear and kissed me softly, before pulling me closer. “The start of us,” Draco mused, and maybe he could see them like I could: a younger me standing there, skeptically looking at a younger Draco. Before the war, before the long nights, secret kiss, tears, laughter, love and loss. Two kids who took a chance. 
When the sun cleared the horizon and its final rays fading, Draco and I headed inside—to the empty house that still promised to protect me. 
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There was a knock on the door. In the week that we had been here, no one had disturbed out haven. No one knew we were here.
Draco looked up from his book. I dislodged myself from the couch and his arms, and went to answer the door, on guard. I stared at the one standing before me, not knowing how to quite process it. 
“Hi, mum,” I whispered. 
“Hello,” 
Time stilled around us. Everything came rushing to the surface only to be stopped by my unparted lips. One thought escaped. 
“I did it,” my voice was barely audible. 
“I’m so proud of you,” 
Tears stung my eyes. After all was said and done relief flooded through me more than anger did. Perhaps it was the peace that blanketed the Wizarding world that calmed my hurt. 
“Mum,” My voice broke into tears. Amity wrapped around us as—after years—I got a hug from my mother. 
“I’m so sorry, honey,” She whispered, stroking my hair. “I’m so sorry,” 
I nodded into her shoulder, letting all of my bottled-up tears come out. All of the stresses from war and the nightmares that plagued me at night—my mother was still there to hold me tight. It didn’t matter that I was still hurting from wounds she inflicted, to know she was there, willing to hold me tight, and call me hers was enough. 
“Y/n, are you—” Draco came out and paused. I pulled away from my mother and looked at him. He gave me a soft smile and nodded, heading back into the house. 
“Is he upset with me?” My mother asked. I laughed hopelessly. 
“I don’t know,” I said, wiping away my tears. 
“Are you?” She asked. 
“I don’t know,” My voice softened. “There’s so much right now… so much to sort through…” 
“There is.” She didn’t deny it, and maybe it was comforting that someone outside of my peers acknowledged that I had been through a lot, and in turn that had caused a lot of heavy burdens on my heart and soul. 
My gaze drifted back to hers. 
“Do you wanna come in?” I asked. 
She shook her head. “That’s not what you want, nor need,” Reaching our she placed per hand on my arm, soothing me before I could argue. “I’ll be around if you need me, but until then, the house is for you—it always has been. Build a life,” She smiled and looked through the window—probably at where Draco was inevitably spying on us. “You’ve found a good one,” 
A smile touched my lips. 
“Thanks mum,” 
My mother inhaled sharply and nodded. “I’ll be off then,” Turning to go down the porch stairs, she paused. “He would be so proud of you,” 
Tears burned my eyes again, as I wrapped my arms around her, needing her to hold me just once more before I could let her go. Because in her arms was also the love of my father that was taken from me too soon by this war. A war that I saw an end to. And maybe in that moment, the war within me ended too. I wasn’t the daughter of a Death Eater and a member of the Order of the Phoenix. I was the daughter of Walt and Elizabeth. And that was enough
“Goodbye my love,” My mother said softly. “I’ll always be around.” 
“Bye mum,” I smiled as she wiped away my tears. “I love you,” 
“I love you too sweetheart,” 
I waved goodbye, and with a spell, she was gone. I turned to go inside. The door clicked softly behind me. 
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“Professor McGonagall?” My brows pulled together. “Not to be rude, but what are you doing here?” 
“This is a summons for you,” She held out a parchment, the usual stern look on her face was replaced with pity. 
I took the parchment and opened it, scanning the delicate print. My heart sank. 
“This is… this—“ I gaped. 
“I’m afraid so,” McGonagall sighed. “There was nothing I could do,” 
“Draco?” I called into the house. He was beside me in a moment. I handed him the parchment. “This is serious?” She nodded again. 
“I’m sorry my dear,” 
“A court summons? They’re putting her in trial!?” Draco demanded. 
“Kingsley is very set on it. And he is the new Minister,” 
“I saved the school! I helped defeat the Dark Lord! I—really!?” Tears pricked my eyes. 
“There’s got to be some mistake,” Draco insisted. “She’s not a Death Eater, she doesn’t even have the mark!” 
“I’m sure that the ministry will see that, but I’m afraid that I cannot do anything about the summons,” 
I scrubbed my face and sighed. “Thank you Professor. Can I invite you in for some tea?” 
“That’s very kind dear, but I’m afraid I must be on my way,” She bowed slightly then disaperated from the porch. 
I stood there a while, lost in my thoughts. Draco gave me a gentle squeeze and kissed the crown of my head before disappearing inside. My feet took me off the wood of the porch and into the softness of the grass. I sank to the ground beside a fence post. The sun began to set. My eyes watched the horizon. Millions of thoughts swirled around my mind with no discernible direction. 
Was there even a case for me to be innocent? Is this what everything I had worked for come to? To be seen as a criminal for holding a crumbling cause together? 
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“Where is she?” Abby asked, helping Pansy through the fireplace. 
“Out front, watching the sunset,” Draco sighed, opening the front door. “She’s been out there a while,” 
“Can’t imagine why,” Pansy muttered. “They’re seriously putting her on trial?” 
“Yep,” Draco sighed. “All this time I thought I’d be the one, and yet…” 
“I’ll go talk to her,” Abby kissed Pansy’s cheek. “You guys get to work,” 
“Thank you, both,” Relief flooded Draco’s voice. 
Abby snagged an old afghan off the back of the armchair and went out through the small meadow. She draped the blanket around your shoulders and sat beside you in the grass. You laid your head on her shoulder. She could see the dried tear tracks on your cheeks. 
“How—how could they do this?” Your weak voice held deep betrayal. 
“I don’t know,” Abby answered honestly, taking your hand into hers. “But we’re not going to let them get away with it.” 
“I don’t—I can’t defend myself in court—I,” You dissolved into tears. “Haven’t I done enough?” 
“More than enough,” Abby affirmed. “Don’t worry, we’re gonna work it out—you’ll see,” 
“How?” You asked. 
“Well, you’ve gathered quite a few allies who owe you once or twice,” Abby pointed out. “And others who just love you anyway. Draco and Pansy are working on it now,” 
“Wha—what?” 
“We’re gonna build your case,” Abby promised. “And get you acquitted.”  
“They’re…” A sad laugh left your lips. You laid back on the grass. Abby knew you were searching for the first stars in twilight. 
“Don’t worry about a thing,” Abby smiled at you. “Just rest,” 
The days past and my trial date approached like a storm on the horizon—but whether it was just rain or a hurricane, I couldn’t tell. Draco assured me that it would all be okay—he tried to tell me about everything done to build my case, but I wasn’t interested. Grateful, thoroughly, but I knew that if I learned anything about it, I would pick it up myself and try to fix it and my weary heart couldn’t handle that and keep beating like it was supposed to. 
So, I dressed smartly and took Draco’s hand before we took the Floo to the Ministry. I kept my head low, and tears at bay. 
Though Draco, Abby and Pansy accompanied me into the court room, I had to sit alone for the trial. The distance was drowning. I sat in the hard wooden chair, facing malice and prejudices. Kingsley looked almost predatory, as if he could pin the entire war on my shoulders, casting the blame on me. 
I flinched as the charges were read against me. The list of dead was longer than I thought. I didn’t dwell on the days of the Battle of Hogwarts, nor the events that occurred. They haunted me in my dreams, make no mistake, but what was real and what was a nightmare I lost the ability to discern. 
Was that much blood really on my hands? 
My faith in myself began to waver. Maybe I did deserve to be locked up. A few years in Azkaban with dementors sucking my life force might make me forget what I had done. 
Surprise flickered on my face as I saw Remus Lupin stand to my defense as an attorney. It was the first time that I had actually taken note of who was in the room. There had to be at least thirty people all gathered behind Draco and Pansy that I could see—more filed out the door in the back. All faces of those I loved, I had fought beside, I had grown up with. 
The static in my ears tuned in and out of Lupin and Kingsley conversing. It wasn’t until their voices raised to shouting that the static was drowned out. My eyes flickered up from he thread in my hands. 
“She cast unforgivables! She killed! She’s dangerous!”
“Death Eaters who were threatening our lives! The lives of wizard kind everywhere! She stopped a genocide!” Remus shouted back, obviously frustrated. “She showed remarkable strength and courage in a time of great darkness, and you will not diminish that.” 
“They are unforgivables! We have laws for a reason!”
“If I may,” McGonagall stood and the entire room quieted. “That list of names that you read was a long list of Death Eaters who have either escaped from Azkaban, or are known Death Eaters and have killed before. Miss Y/n had very hard decisions to make. The ministry found itself incompetent for lack of a better word. She, along with her friends, engineered an army to face the Dark Lord. Over the years what she went through has turned her into who she is today. She fought along side the other heroes who stand before you. She will be counted among them. You would not punish an Auror for the same thing and you will not punish her.”
“But—” Kingsley was red in the face. 
“If you put her in jail, you put the rest of the rebellion too,” The voice that piped up from the crowd surprised me. It was Harry. He stood and all eyes went to him. “Without her, I never would have been able to defeat Voldemort. Dozens more would be dead. You send her to Azkaban… then you’ll send me too,” A hushed gasp filled the room. A small one escaped my own lips.
“Mr. Potter,” Kingsley tried to regain control of the room. 
“And me,” Abby spoke up. 
“And me,” Neville stood. 
Soon everyone around me was standing on my behalf. Pansy, Luna, Ginny, all of the Weasleys actually, Ernie, Hannah, Emme, Blaise, Draco, Harry, Hermione, Ron, Fleur, Tonks, Remus, McGonagall, Moody, Sprout, Flitwick, and others I couldn’t see in the vast room. Kingsley faltered at the large defense behind me. 
“You send her then you send each one of us,” Harry spoke clearly. “I’m your stupid chosen one, even if she did something wrong, don’t I have clearance to pardon her or something?” 
A smile crossed my face. Intense silence stretched on consuming time and space until it was suffocating me. 
“Very well,” Kingsley sank back into his chair. “Y/n you have been cleared of all charges and sentencing. You are free to go,” 
Relief flooded through me as the room erupted in cheers. I met Draco’s eyes and he was smiling with pride. I collapsed back into that wooden chair in tears. There was a swarm of people around me, all making sure that I was alright, but they all parted for Draco to reach me. 
“Love?” He asked softly, kneeling before me. “I’m here,” He pulled me into his arms and we shared the embrace of lovers. As I exhaled, the weight of the world fell to the floor. 
I was free. 
I was acquitted. 
Now, I just had to find my innocence. 
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“Draco?” It was a crisp autumn morning. He looked up from the newspaper. “I’ve been thinking,” 
He smiled and set down the paper, giving me his full attention. I almost wished he didn’t. 
“I… I know it’s been a long road here… and since we’ve met it’s kinda been hell.” A sad laugh left my lips. “There’s a whole world out there Draco,” My eyes flickered to the willow growing outside the kitchen window. 
“Yeah?” He prompted softly. 
“Don’t you want to go see it? Be young and reckless and not have to feel like—like you’re running an entire school?” I gestured. 
“I do,” He confessed softly. “We are still young Y/n, we have a long life ahead of us,” 
“…You still want it with me?” I felt as if the oxygen was being vacuumed from my lungs. “We were just kids when we met Draco. We went through a war together—and now it’s over. The war. You don’t have to stay here,” This house was just as haunted as I was.
“What—where is this coming from?” Draco stood, rounding the small breakfast table. “I want to be with you. I want to share my life with you,” He took my hands into his. “So, let’s go travel the world together—learn who we are outside of the war.” 
Hope sparked in my chest. “Really?” 
He laughed softly. “Oh my darling, you are one of my best friends, I’ll go anywhere with you,” His words lured me to melt into his warm embrace. We sat on the kitchen floor. He stroked my hair softly. 
“Just for a while,” I mumbled. “There’s so much we haven’t seen,” 
“I know,” The smile was evident in his voice. “And it’s going to be incredible—and we’re going to learn how to heal along the way,” I nodded into his shoulder. 
“I was thinking about maybe even living muggle for a little bit,” The confession was a weight from my shoulders. “I need space.” 
“Okay,” His soft agreeable caught me off guard. “I think it would be good for both of us actually. And maybe even fun,” 
I laughed softly as tears formed in my eyes. Leaning against him I watched the morning sun move across the wooden floor. 
“I love you,” I whispered softly. “And if you… if I’m not…”
“Hush,” it was a soft reprimand. “I think you’re right. We need time away from it all. To find who we are away from it all,” 
I nodded and rested my head on his shoulder. 
“We’ll come back,” I promised. 
“I know we will,” Draco smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “Knowing you, you’ll want to come back and help build a better system,” 
My cheeks flushed red. I hadn’t told anyone about my ideas to make Hogwarts better—to make the Ministry better, hell to even make Azkaban better. It was time for things to change. I smiled to myself. Maybe I was more rebellious than I thought. 
And yet, Draco knew—he knew all the little plans in my head that were hidden just for me. Being known felt like belonging—and I belonged with him. 
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Traveling with Draco would always be saved in my memories until I died, and when it started to slip, it would be saved into a pensieve. I wouldn’t forget. 
We bought a muggle car and drove it until it felt right to stop. It wasn’t the famous places where we found ourselves, rather it was the forgotten places where we felt most at home. Where I could stand on a cliff edge and just scream and laugh and no one was around to hear me. Where Draco and I would sit at the edge of a river and send down leaves that held our biggest regrets, our losses, and our fears, learning to let go. Where we would sit in cafes and draw what we saw around us and enjoy pastries and tea. Where we could dance in the middle of a crowded room with other couples who didn’t know us from Adam. 
But that is a story for another time. 
For now, I’m sure you have a burning question that you’ve been waiting for me to answer. 
And yes. 
Draco did take me to go and see Phantom of the Opera in Paris like he promised. 
Oh, and we got married.
But, again, that is a story for another time. 
There is one last person I want you to meet before I close. 
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My heart caught in my throat. 
“Draco?” I squeaked out, leaning against the bathroom counter. “Draco!” 
“What? Are you alright? What’s wrong?” He was frantic, looking for danger. 
“I’m… pregnant,” I whispered, looking at him in wonder. “Draco… I’m—“
“Holy harpies,” 
Realization flickered across his face as it rose into an elated expression of joy. A victorious laugh as he scooped me up and twirled me around our lavish bathroom, in our muggle flat in the suburbs of London. His joy was contagious as I giggled in his arms, holding onto him. He set me down, stroking my face softly. Then he pressed a kiss to my forehead. 
Draco must have seen some fear linger in my stare. Some uncertainty that was well justified. 
“The war is over,” Draco reassured drawing me back into his arms. “They’ll be safe. We’ll make sure of it,” 
I nodded, curling my fingers into his sweater, my smile returning. 
“I’m gonna be a mum,” I laughed. 
“And you’re going to be absolutely brilliant.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “Absolutely brilliant.” 
“And you’re gonna be a great dad,” Tears pricked my eyes. “God, I don’t know the first thing about being a parent,” A nervous giggle left my lips. 
“We’ll learn and figure it out,” He stroked my cheek softly, stealing another kiss. 
A thousand parenting books, a baby shower, and a few doctors appointments later, Draco and I were curled up on the couch in our flat as the fire crackled in the hearth. 
We had yet to settle on a name—to be fair we narrowed it down a lot, but with every new suggestion came a new round of anxiety that it wouldn’t be just right. It left me up at all hours thinking of it; so much so that Draco had to find a pregnancy safe sleeping potion so I could get proper rest. 
“Elizabeth?” Draco mused, after my mother. I pursed my lips. It had been a suggestion that circled around. 
“I’d like it as a middle name,” I decided, the thought had been mulling over in my mind. 
“Okay done,” He smiled, reaching over to stroke my stomach before resuming his massage of my sore feet. 
“Still need a first name.” I pondered, leaning my head against the back of the couch. “Narcissa?”
Draco snorted. “I’m not calling our daughter by my mothers name,” 
My heart fluttered when he said our daughter. 
“Well we need something,” 
“How about Lucy?” That was a new suggestion: one not voiced by either of us. 
“If that’s some way to get me to name her after your father I swear to Merlin—“
Draco burst out laughing shaking his head. 
“Godric, no. Ugh,” he chuckled. “No, love, Lucy as in the first one to find Narnia. Ya know, that book you read to me all those years ago. The current theme of our nursery?” 
“Oh,” my eyes widened at the thought, my heart softening. “Lucy,” I looked down, caressing my stomach when I felt something odd. Frowning I pressed my palm over the area. Draco caught my confusion and grew very concerned. 
“What? Is she alright? What wrong?” 
“Nothing,” I grinned. “She’s kicking—I think she likes her name,” I reached out for his hand and placed it in the same spot where mine resided as I felt her kick again. 
“Hello little Lucy,” Draco whispered softly. “I can’t wait to meet you,” 
Tears pricked my eyes as I watched him talk to her softly. And like every night, Draco got up and made me my tea that had Sleeping Draught in it—which he brewed specifically for me. It reminded me of our school days when he would spend class time brewing me anti-anxiety potions. It warmed my heart that his habit didn’t wane even with the years past.
That night my eyes fluttered open. I woke in the night, barely awake and ready to fall asleep again when I heard a soft voice. At first I thought Draco was trying to speak to me but I quickly realized that he was talking to someone else. 
“You’re going to be one of the greatest wizards to ever walk the earth,” he murmured softly. “You’ll be kind and smart like your mother. You’re going to love her so much. We already love you so much.” 
I let my eyes drift closed as a smile touched my lips. I resisted the urge to reach out and take Draco’s hand, in fear that he might become bashful about the situation. 
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A small bundle of warmth rested on my chest, peacefully sleeping. My hand rose and cradled the small thing, tears pricking my eyes. My other hand was still clinging to Draco’s. 
 Lucy Elizabeth Malfoy. 
There were tears in Draco’s eyes as he reached out and with the softest touch caressed her tiny head. 
“She’s beautiful,” he murmured. “You did so well,” 
Exhausted, I let my eyes close, knowing that all was right with the world. Lucy would grow up in a world free from the threat of Voldemort and Draco would be by my side to protect her. We had already bled and fought and now we would make this new world we fought for, right for her. 
A new legacy. 
A new hope. 
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siriusly-parker · 5 months
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—flor de maracuja [draco m.] —prologue. [intro]
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tags. [draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader, students came back to finish their senior year, after the war, fluff, angst, kinda grumpy x sunshine, series]
author’s note. [really really short intro, plz tell me if you’d actually like a series!! ꩜ i siriusly love you <3]
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“Remember! The harder the growing, the higher the grading!” Growled the teacher as the rest of his class started to pack their things and leave.
Mr. Derwen Pembroke was Madam Sprout’s gloomier Welsh replacement after the war. Of the few teachers left, not many came back to Hogwarts. The lack of staff meant that he was the only herbology professor, one who hated teaching introduction classes, as he felt he was overqualified. He constantly reminded his students of it and only kept his rudeness to a minimum with his Advanced crew. As a Herbology 101 student, Draco absolutely despised him.
“Mister Malfoy.” Draco stopped at the door. “You are failing my class.” He turned around and walked deeper inside the class towards his incredibly bored-looking teacher. “Actually, I believe I am not, Professor.” Mr. Pembroke rolled his eyes and put his feet up on his already muddy desk. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You are not failing.” Draco felt he was being condescending. “Yet.” Of course he was. “But, if your thumb doesn’t get as green as that damn tie very soon, you most definitely will be.” He sighs “I would like for you to be tutored for this assignment. Mr. Longbottom should be at the AH2 greenhouse right about now. He’ll explain everything.” Draco nodded, keeping his groaning hushed as he turned to leave the classroom. “One more thing.” Mr. Pembroke stopped him. “Don’t ever try to correct me again, Mr. Malfoy. No one likes a smartass.” The boy didn’t argue, he knew better than to bargain with a snake. “Of course, Professor.” “Don’t be a suck up either.” He was taken aback. What did this man want? But, Derwen laughed before he had the chance to finish his thought. “I’m just kidding, Draco. Don’t be so uptight.” “Well, there’s not much left for me to be now, is there, Sir?” “Smartass.” He snorts.
AH2 meant Advanced Herbology II. Their greenhouse was farther from the castle and closer to the forest, and only AH2 students or personally approved ones, like Draco, were allowed to use it. The small runned down shack didn’t interest many students, anyway. It looked old and disheveled, nothing very appealing.
When he got there, the so-called greenhouse was empty and Neville was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t really in the mood to look for him, so he hovered around all the weird looking plants, many of which he had never even seen before.
As he walked, he noticed a small passage towards what seemed to be like an extension of the place. It ended up being much bigger than what it hinted to from the outside, probably by an Undetectable Extension charm, like the one he used for his bag. It looked more like a national botanical garden than a stupid herbology class greenhouse. Entering the room, a faint melody could be heard from what Draco assumed to be the solarium.
When Draco walked into the sunlit room, he saw her. He saw the bows in her hair first. They were yellow like her skirt and the laces on her shoes.
“Are you lost?” The girl asked without turning around. Draco’s taken aback. He didn’t think she had even noticed his presence. “What?” “I’m asking if you are lost.” She says matter-of-factly. “Oh. Well, I guess I kind of am.” He tries to find the right words by rubbing the back of his neck, “...Sorry.” but she turns to face him with a bright smile he definitely didn’t expect. “No worries! I completely understand. This place is an absolute maze!” Her laugh was warm and it made the boy dizzy. Haven’t heard anyone be so friendly to him in a long time, he tries to change the conversation, so as to not think about it too much. “I’m actually waiting for Longbottom.” “That makes sense.” She smiles. “You can wait here if you want. He shouldn’t take long.” Turning back to caring for her plants, she shifts on her feet. “So… what are you working on?”
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sunnylands-world · 1 year
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So I’d like to request a Draco mafia fanfic. Where someone disrespects the reader and it angers him.
FINE LINE
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Pairing: Mafia draco x fem reader
Summary: Draco is a far man he hears bullshit all day but they cross a fine line when it comes to you...
Word count: 729
Warning: language, offense things are said about females [not by Draco], mentions of blood, use of a gun
Universe: mafia
A/n: okay I was supposed to post this at three in the morning but I fell asleep before I could 😭 anyway hope you like it I loved this idea and I had so much fun with writing it so thank you anon and please SHOW SUPPORT IF YOU READ THIS
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Draco was never interested in the conversation that took place during these meetings. He just needed the deal, but occasionally he'd run into these talkative bitches who wanted to drink whiskey and complain about their wife's, hints why he called them talkative bitches. They complain all the time. He couldn't care less. Why were they bitching when they had enough money to stop worldwide hunger? They didn't do shit.
They've just been drinking and buying. He thought it was funny they had so many complaints. They were more women than their wives and they [their wives] did more than them. They cooked, cleaned and had babies. The least they could do was let them spend money on the things that make them happy.
"Yeah, like how do rich and wealthy men attract poor sluts," said one of them. Draco couldn't give a shit about his name he wanted to say it was Oliver but the topic made him snicker as he listened in.
"Okay, I mean, I earn all the money just for them to spend."
Probably 'cause you sit on your ass like a lazy bitch that nobody wants to be around, so she's out there screwing one of the drivers.
"All I'm saying is I make the money, I should be decided who spends it and it damn sure shouldn't be going to fucking diapers and sippy cups."
"Amen to that!"
You should have used a condom, selfish motherfuckers.
"Poor Draco over their quiet as a sleeping baby, your wife got you tied down?" Draco took a look at the bald man, but failed to reply which caused laughter to fill the room.
What the fuck is so funny?
"Don't worry man I get it, I had one just like that whore wife of yours working the pole for money. Had no talents before you right?"
Draco glared, his blue eyes turning dark as he let out a dry laugh.
"What the fuck did you say?" The room fell silent as the question left his lips. All eyes were on him for his mistake.
Draco thought he was a straightforward man. He had two rules, one of which was to make the deal so that everybody would be happy and no one would die, and two, not to disrespect the queen.
When Draco met you, you were a stripper, but you had to pay college tuition and your job at the café didn't cover everything. Of course, when you got together, he paid it all for you. You were studying now peacefully and he was satisfied with you kicking your feet up and working hard for your degree, but sometimes people made the mistake of disrespecting you the way this fat fucker did and he did not take well to people talking about you at all.
Now the guy wasn't stupid. He knew once the room went quiet, he made a mistake. Draco's hand was placed on his weapon and an inhuman glance was on his face. Everything was intended to be simple. Come to the casino, make the exchange and leave, but he couldn't let that pass, because you weren't a whore at a club. You were the queen to the biggest Mafia leader.
"Come on, man, you're not seriously upset about some bitch." he laughs, swallowing his fear.
Bitch?
"Look, I'm sure she would understand that it's all a joke. I didn't mean any harm, it's just the truth after all."
Sure, you might but Draco didn't find it amusing and you weren't here right now. Draco stood to his feet from the leather couch, aiming the gun at the prick resting into the chair, his eyes wide in fear as he realized what's to come. The gun fires. The loud noise with the muzzle flash sending a fire colored hue through the room as one bullet is shot through his head and the other in his nuts.
The blood splattered on his face like paint flickered on a canvas, Draco's jaw clenched as he pulled the trigger. He took the gun placing it on a red napkin before he wiped it clean putting it back.
"Get rid of this pig and get my fucking money." he says, walking from the private room and heading home to you.
If you didn't get it from what just happened, you don't mess with the queen. That's a warning.
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hibiscusfairys · 8 months
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🍂 draco malfoy ; unrequited love, part 3 (hufflepuff fem reader)
♪ lover, you should come over : jeff buckley
part 1, part 2, part 4, part 5
♡ warnings: angst
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It was the night of the Yule Ball.
You examined your hopeless reflection, the dress you wore draping straight over your figure. The puffed sleeves were decorated with lace and the silk of the dress fell to your feet.
You clasped your fingers together.
The Yule Ball is a dance, and you were going to be dancing with Adrian Pucey.
There was no doubt that Pucey wasn’t a bad looker. But you felt so empty. You both treated each other as a last resort, knowing that it would be difficult to grasp another date if you even tried. So you settled with him, unsatisfied with what you had.
With one final re-adjustment of your hair, you lifted your dress above your ankles, and walked down the stairway by yourself. The walls were calmly lit with candles.
You could hear ongoing chatter of people inside of the ballroom, eagerness emitting from the crowd. Dread snaked your stomach as you saw Adrian Pucey stood infront of the doorway, awaiting your arrival. You could sense his feeling from a mile away — his expression reeked terribly of discomfort as you approached. It wasn’t one sided, either.
“Please, let us get this over with,” He said, a laugh slightly escaping from his lips. “I only waited so I could confirm I wouldn’t get stood up.”
“You and me both don’t want this, Pucey.” You said, your gaze softening onto him. “You can separate yourself from me until the dance.”
“Then.. I’ll be off.” His eyes flickered to your dress and then your face. He raised his hand to wave, as he cautiously backed away.
Your vision followed his figure stray from you as you were alone, yet again.
You stood alone, mindless in front of the doorway. But you couldn’t stay forever.
You walk towards the stairs that led you down to the ballroom, scanning the room for the one you had anticipated seeing all evening. And there he was, laughing away, a glass held delicate in his pale hand. His arm snaked around Astoria’s back as he pulled her closer, gifting her his pearly smile that you dreamt he would, one day, give you.
The music pounded in your ears as you watched your steps. The insecurity you felt was major despite the attention you wanted from him had focused elsewhere.
“You look beautiful,” Susan Bones, a friend of yours, whispered to you as she leant in. “Did you go with Pucey?”
“Yes.” You replied, hiding your disappointment. “He’s elsewhere.”
“He should really be with you..” Susan said as she sipped her lemonade. “It’s unfair.”
You shook your head. “Actually, it was me.”
“You want to be by yourself? But why?” She asked, tilting her head.
“Because the one I wanted to ask has sadly not complied. So I’m here miserable.” You joked, even though you were upset too.
She softly tapped your shoulder. “There, there.”
You watched the crowd meddle and blend together. The band blared their music loudly through their instruments before it was time for Professor McGonagall to officially announce the dance, the one you had been fearing. The thoughts of Adrian Pucey’s hands on your waist made you grimace so severely that you even debated with yourself to pull out. But you were brave, and you were going to put your problems of jealousy and unrequited love aside for the moment. You didn’t want to ruin this for him either, after all. It would be so selfish.
A tap on a glass turned the people silent as the dance commenced. First, the Tri-Wizard champions poured onto the dancefloor first, demonstrating their first dance. You could only watch in awe at the way Cedric Diggory admired Cho Chang, envy bleeding through you like ink. No matter, no matter…
Now, you needed to focus on dancing. And not ruining your partners night.
Pucey awkwardly walked up to you, stood infront of you like a narrow stick. You grinned comfortably as you let him take your waist, directing you through the dance as Bonnie Raitt played on the large gramophone.
You didn’t actually feel too uncomfortable. That didn’t mean you enjoyed it.
Every so often, your gaze directed helplessly to the bobbing head of the blonde twirling his ‘missus’ elegantly with grace. Even the way she danced was beautiful.
You could hold in the tears, sure you can. But how long would it be until you’d finally break?
You also noticed Adrian becoming just as detached. Was he also thinking of someone else?
After the official dance had ended, it was time to really celebrate. Many people split from their counterpart and decided to create smaller clustered groups, dancing away to the music. Romantic ballads, pop, rock, and disco were echoing from the gramophone.
You sat hunched by yourself, a glass of punch cupped in your palm.
You looked up and saw Malfoy there, as if he was spotlighted. And he was looking at you. But not with the usual, condescending gaze that he always did. It appeared more desperate, and more sad. More remorseful, and more guilty.
You were absorbed into his vision.
Your longing for him grew immensely the more your eyes locked together. He could sense the love you held for him, and he didn’t know what to do with it. He was torn between a feeling of love or guilt. There was no obvious answer to him. And he didn’t know what to make of it. Was he ashamed? Or was he also longing for you?
His gaze was soft on you. You couldn’t help but relish in it. Finally, the one shard of attention he had shed on you tonight.
But when he looked away, it was like the connection between you in that moment that had pulled you together, suddenly snapped.
Astoria seemed like a wonder to him.
The way his eyes lit when he saw her agonised you the most. The way he only looked at you with neutrality or negativity provoked it even more.
Because in the end, you knew there was an obvious choice for him, no matter how much you fed your beliefs that there was a chance.
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mycenalucentipes · 9 months
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Panicked Confession
Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader
Pansy Parkinson has been picking on you ever since she found out about your troubles and little crush on Draco Malfoy. Pansy’s bullying wasn’t even the worst of your problems though. Life is just… You’re distraught. Everything feels wrong. You feel wrong. Something isn’t right and you don’t have anyone to turn to for help. It’s all too much. You just want to collapse. 
Warnings: Mentions of abuse, bullying, breakdown, cursing, panic attack, su!c!dal thoughts, one minor mention of blood
Word count: ~2.3k
a/n: Fluff at the end! I love Draco so much. Maybe I'm self projecting onto Y/n, but I too, would love to be hugged by Draco Malfoy at Hogwarts lol 
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It was during dinner that Pansy fucking Parkinson decided that you would be her victim tonight. Somehow, she found out about all of your insecurities and your teeny tiny crush on the Slytherin Prince. Pansy was not about to let another girl try and “steal him away” from her. Though he wasn’t Pansy’s. He wasn’t owned by anyone. That’s just ridiculous.  
Weeks prior to the abuse, at the beginning of the term, you and Draco got paired up (Much to Malfoy’s dismay) for potions and then for an essay in transfiguration. Although arrogant and snobbish at first, you somehow managed to get Draco to warm up to you. Perhaps the kind little smiles and waves you gave him as you entered or exited the classroom. You didn’t show fear when he approached, nor an undying love for him. You treated him like a normal person and were quite competent at your work. 
Which is how you somehow ended up here.
“You useless little, filthy, half-blood bitch! Why are you still here? Hm? Why show your face, you’re such a disgrace to the wizarding world!” She spat at you while leaning over your shaking figure on the ground. Pansy and a couple other Slytherin girls decided to drag you into the bathroom during dinner. “He’ll never love you. You’re a fucking Hufflepuff of all houses. He won’t even glance in your direction!” They screamed and cackled in your face. 
They pushed you over, tore your robes, pulled your hair, and kicked you to and on the ground. Believe it or not, Pansy and her friend’s bullying wasn’t the main cause of your worries. You could care less about them in all honesty, but this semester has been rough. Your mind was letting their words get the better of you.
Recently, you really were beginning to believe you were just a good for nothing waste of space. You should just squash your silly little crush like a bug, right? Kill it. Before it consumed you further. It was this night, where you truly believed their words. That you never stood a chance in gaining Draco’s love and affection. You wanted to escape reality. You wanted nothing more than to finally escape school and home life. 
After they thoroughly beat you down, they left you to your own despair on the cold, hard bathroom floor. You needed an escape from reality tonight. Your mind was getting worse, growing weak, why couldn’t you handle it anymore? You took off running. Not back to dinner in the Great Hall, but to the highest place where you could escape the chatter, murmurs, gossip, insults, all of it.
You clumsily ran up the stairs. To the top of the Astronomy Tower, that was where you were headed. Everything was crumbling inside of you. You’ve tried so hard, yet nothing seems to be working out in your mind. Your mind was falling into a hole that you weren’t sure you could climb out of. So deep, so far away.
Sure, you looked okay from the outside. Nothing was actually falling apart on the outside, maybe except your appearance. But your grades were good, professors liked you, you had a few good friends, maybe your family wasn’t all that perfect, but they weren’t physically abusive. Even if things hadn’t started so great, they were ending up alright. So why were you so broken still? Was it the past years of trauma that you’ve hid from? You couldn’t figure it out. Everything was too much, you couldn’t breathe. 
Reaching the top of the Astronomy Tower, breathing erratic, you flung yourself to the railing. Not to jump over, no. Just to hold onto something tight, to try and gain a sense of reality back. Your whole body was wracked with shivers and the occasional sob that you tried to hold back. It was growing difficult to contain any semblance of sanity that might’ve been left in your panic stricken mind. Was the world caving in? Or was it your conscience?
Your thoughts were a cacophony of anxiety, they clashed and clamored around the inside of your skull. They’ve longed to break out and be free. But you were scared to let them out and be seen, to be heard. You didn’t want to be vulnerable or “attention-seeking”. So, what could you do, other than just bottle it up? Tonight though, you shouted. You shouted over the edge of the railing at the top of your lungs until your voice was hoarse. 
Tears spilled over the edge of your eyes as you kept shouting. Some screams were just pure screams, others were just insults to throw into the void. Hiccups here and there from the violent sobs that wracked your trembling frame. It was piercingly cold, but you couldn’t feel anything, just pure numbness. 
As your voice ran dry of screams and cries, you sunk to the ground. Bringing your knees to your chest, you kept sobbing. Unable to hear any outside sounds from the static in your ears that buzzed so intensely, you never heard Draco approaching you. 
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Draco thought it was a little odd that Pansy and some other Slytherin girls took you out of the Great Hall. He was pretty sure he saw them drag you out, but maybe that was his mind exaggerating. He somehow grew a soft spot for the little Hufflepuff girl. Draco didn’t understand how you did it, but all he knew was that he cared for you and liked you. A lot. 
After thirty minutes had passed and you still had not re-entered, but Pansy and her friends did, he grew slightly worried. They looked smug, too smug to be innocent. He had to go find you, as this was not like you to just leave your plate untouched, or so he thought. Draco stood up abruptly from the table, his silverware clattered from the sudden movement. 
“Oh, Dracy~ Where are you off to in such a hurry?” Pansy tugged at his sleeve with a doe-like look. 
“Buzz off Parkinson. This doesn’t concern you– Or maybe it does?” Draco yanked his arm back and out of Pansy’s grasp. He shot her a sharp glare and snarled out, “Do you have any idea what might’ve happened to Y/n?” A look of fright flashed over Pansy’s features. She did her best to play innocent, but that one second of fear was enough for Draco to understand.
“I have no idea where that filthy little Hufflepuff could have gone. Why would I care? Why do you care? She’s not worth your time! She’s a bloody Hufflepuff!” Pansy shot back, desperation in her voice as she tried to convince Draco to stay. 
“Parkinson, just leave her alone! You have no right to meddle in my business and relationships! Don’t you or anyone else ever lay a fucking hand on her again.” Draco growled back. He stormed out of the hall in a hurry, not caring that Pansy was calling for him, or that other students were starting to stare. He had to make sure you were okay. 
He burst into the girls restrooms, not caring that he wasn’t a girl. All that he was able to find in there were scraps of your papers from your bag on the ground and a few specks of blood here and there. Draco huffed in frustration, then quickly left the bathrooms. He wasn’t quite sure where to start looking for you, this school was huge! He’d never known you to be in distress or anything more than anxious for an exam. You never showed him any signs of this happening. He opted to just start walking, he would cover more ground than just standing around. 
The Astronomy Tower. That was his first choice, he figured that might be the best option. He would occasionally visit the peaceful place in the late hours of the night to clear his mind. As he ascended the stairs he could hear strangled, painful sobs. He knew it was you. His pace quickened and he was soon bounding up the stairs to rush to your side. 
Once he reached the top, his eyes flicked around, looking for you. It didn’t take long until his gaze landed on you by the railing, huddled up to your knees, rocking back and forth. Draco cautiously approached you, not wanting to spook you. Slowly, he knelt down beside you, one knee touching the ground, putting his hands on your shoulders.
“Y/n?” He started out, his voice gentle and full of concern. Your eyes shot up to him, panic swimming in them. His heart clenched at the sight of your frightened form. You saw his lips moving, but could not hear a single thing coming out of them. 
“Y/n? What’s wrong? Can you speak to me?” His worry grew as you weren’t responding to him. Only looking into his eyes with tears pouring from yours. “You’ll be okay. It’s alright, Y/n. I’m here for you…” He kept whispering out sweet little reassurances. Eventually your hearing came back to reality, however your breathing was still erratic as you cried. 
“Y/n,” Draco’s voice slightly wavered with concern, “can I hug you? Is that okay?” His words, soft and comforting, offered deep compassion for you. He understood that it was difficult for you to communicate in this state. Still overwhelmed, you mustered a small nod. Quickly upon watching your answer, he drew you into a tight embrace. You felt the warmth radiating off of him that shielded you from the harsh winds of the cold night. You could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the steady sound of his heartbeat. 
“Follow my breathing if you can.” He whispered sweetly, while rubbing small circles into your back. Gradually, you were able to follow along, calming your breathing and senses down. Though the tears still fell thickly from your eyes, the hysteria was gone. Eventually you found your voice. 
“D-Draco, w-why are you up here?” Your voice was rough from tonight, cracking part way through your question. Your body was still shaking, but less so than before. 
“I was worried about you when you didn’t come back to dinner,” He sighed with worry laced in his voice. “I saw Parkinson and her friends saunter back in, but you weren’t there.” He continued to explain what happened between him and Pansy. His voice grew angrier and tenser with each sentence. He was breathing heavily when he finished explaining how he found you. 
You froze for a couple seconds, then snaked your arms around his waist, hugging him back. “Thank you, Draco.” You said with a small voice, “I-I’m sorry you had to see me like this. Everything became too much for me, and I– I just–...” Draco calmly shushed you as you struggled for words, one of his hands now stroking the back of your head. 
“It’s okay, Y/n.” 
“Thank you again, I just love you so much, I–” You paused, realizing what you just said. Flustered, you pushed yourself back a couple feet from his hold, looking anywhere but him. He stumbled back off his knees a bit, now sitting on his bum, looking flustered as well. Not quite as flustered, but blushing red nonetheless. 
“Y-you love me as well?” He asked, voice quiet, needing confirmation that he heard you correctly. 
“Umm, yes. I-I do quite fancy you, Draco. It’s okay if you don’t, I– Wait did you say ‘as well’?” No it was your turn to stare in shock, thinking about what he just asked. “Since when?”
“Since we had to write that transfiguration essay together.” He confessed, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. “I only recently came to terms with my feelings a couple weeks ago though.” You beamed at him, blushing even harder. Okay, so maybe this wasn’t the worst night ever anymore. Just a tad embarrassing to be confessing like this after having a full blown mental breakdown and panic attack in front of him. Not quite how you thought this confession would turn out. You actually had planned to just take this crush with you to your grave, not wanting to ruin the friendship you had grown with him. 
“I-I’ll confess, I’ve liked you ever since we were paired up in potions at the start of the term.” You chuckled at the memories of him huffing and pouting at the fact that he had to work with a Hufflepuff. 
“Hmm, I’m sorry I was so rude to you back then. You had done nothing wrong. Just merely been a Hufflepuff.” He teased at the end, earning him a small punch to the arm. He feigned offense and hurt at your playful act. “I’m so hurt haha.” 
“As if!” You let out a genuine laugh and it was like music to his ears. You shuffled closer to him again, sitting between his legs, facing him directly. Both of you gazed into each other’s eyes, mesmerized and gaining a new understanding for each. Slowly leaning closer, Draco delicately placed his lips onto yours. Your eyes fluttered shut as you reciprocated the action, leaning into a deeper kiss. Is this what bliss and heaven were like? You were sure you reached your utopia. Butterflies danced in your stomach and you truly felt sparks flying. After holding the kiss for a little while, you both pulled apart for air. 
Slightly panting and still staring deeply into his soul, you sat against him, your back to his chest. He wrapped his arms around your torso and rested his chin on your shoulder. 
“You’re amazing, you know that?” This time he sighed with content, “Don’t let Parkinson or her entourage tell you anything different. I’ll personally make sure of it.” You laughed at this then sighed with comfort as well. 
“Oh, but of course. You’ll protect me, my knight in shining armor!” You joked lightly, playing with his hands that lay in your lap. It felt so right, how your hands fit into his larger ones. “Can we stay up here just a bit longer? Just, hold me, please?” 
“Of course we can. I would love nothing more.” His voice hummed in your ears. So deep and calming in the cold and windy night. “Just the two of us.”
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loving-august · 2 years
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crush!
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๑.pairings: draco x fem!reader
๑.genre: fluff, crack, no voldy au + sfw !!
๑.synopsis: just draco having a crush on you! and the slytherin gang has some plan of their own amusement to it.
๑.warnings: grammatical errors, rushed ending (?) AHHAHHA
๑.status + house: pure-blood (but born in the muggle world), hufflepuff
๑.wc: 4.1k
๑.links: navigation | hp.masterlist | taglist form
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From the slytherin prince himself, he was known for his attitude. Calling out half-bloods, and mostly the muggle-borns, calling them such names as: “mudbloods”. And he really thinks that the world revolves around him sometimes, but then you came. A hufflepuff that has the same class as him in herbology class, and happens to be standing beside him during class. You were quiet and reserved, from what he has observed, you only talk when it’s necessary.
Everyone may all know that he doesn’t do dirty works like, holding dirt, sitting on the grass or even the ground itself, and he is afraid of bugs like what happened in his first year detention with the golden trio in the forbidden forest at night.
Funny thing is, you started correcting him one time and it got on his nerves. But the truth is, you were actually right about it. When the class finished, he caught you crouching and happened to tie your black boots. As far as he can remember, that was not in the proper school uniform rules. Then he laughed at you for having those boots because you couldn’t “afford” such proper shoes for the uniform. Then the next day of the class, you weren’t there anymore. At first he just brushed it like it was nothing. Then the following days of herbology class without you, he was now all grumpy. Even his friends couldn’t even get to make him feel better. He kept eyeing you on the hufflepuff table in the great hall or even during his quidditch match against the other houses.
The only person he could come to ask for something was Blaise. As soon as he confronted this to him, Blaise let out a small chuckle. He confronted Draco that he was having a  crush on you, to which he denied and proceeded to explain about purity of pure-bloods, the sacred 28, and the muggle borns.
And, he found himself lying on the infirmary, with his friends surrounding him and he gritted his teeth to remember him and Harry, chasing over the snitch. 
“Excuse me,” the familiar voice made him stop looking like a grumpy kid. His friends gave way to see you. Your hair was tied in a high ponytail and with just yu white shirt and the uniform you had, and you were holding something. Blaise looked at him and raised his eyebrows and leaned closer to draco to whisper something.
“It looks like your nurse is here,” he gave him a  coy smile and left, “take care of the prince,” Blaise looked at you.
“Blaise!” Draco said, his heartbeat won't stop beating fast as you went closer to him. Blaise looked back and waved goodbye and left the room. The room was silent, way too silent. You placed the medicine beside the counter.
“Let me see your arm,” you instructed. He looked at you with his eyebrows, scrunching. You sighed and gestured your hands to hold his broken arms. A few seconds later, he obliged.
You started on removing his robe and the arm gear, “You know, you’re kinda being reckless during the game.” you started a conversation. Your touch against him made him tense as ever.
“I am not. Blame Potter for that,” he replied. You chuckled, “ah, it's always potter. You know, i kind of thought that you fancied him."
He was furious, how can he be fancied by someone like potter? “That’s absurd! Why would I even do that?! And besides, I have one that I fancy.” oh boy.
You looked at him with a surprised expression. “She must be lucky then,” you commented. 
He smirked, “of course she is.”
As soon as you changed the bandage on his arm, you gave him a medicine to which he complained about the flavour. “Yuck! What is this rubbish?”
“Don’t expect medicines to have the same taste as pumpkin juice,” you deadpanned, “and stay there until the end of the day, madam pomfrey will take a look over at your arm.” you instructed him.
“You clearly did a good job over mending my arm l/n,” he said. With the sudden praise he said, he saw your widened eyes and blushed a little and you shook your head immediately, “no. I refuse, you stay there and wait for madam pomfrey.” you insisted. And he stayed.
It was only 4 hours later, madam pomfrey arrived at the infirmary. "Goodness me miss y/n i apologise for the delay," she walked towards draco and took a look at the bandage, "hmm, i see, well done miss y/n you did a good job on mr. malfoy's bandage. We can go on to the next lesson," she gave you a book, "Mr. Malfoy and Miss y/n, you two may go for dinner, just come back here for tomorrow's check up and training." 
The door closed behind the two of you. You were holding your robe and wore it as you two walked down to the stairs. The silence is killing him. Maybe Blaise was right after all. Maybe he has a crush on you despite being a muggle born. 
"So uh, what does the muggle world look like?" He asked, you turned your head in his direction. You dramatically gasped, "w-wow, the slytherin prince is interested in the muggle world!"
"Don't make me change my mind."
"Geez, okay okay,"
Soon, you began to talk about your world, the transportation, how telephones work, and the people, you even included your parents. But somehow, he seems intrigued. Especially the oh, so famous romeo and juliet story and also the music you like to listen to.
Surprisingly, the weather at Hogwarts is a bit hot. You never knew why. You just went into your first class, which is potion class. Just when you went inside, you can already feel like sleeping in this class. No matter how hard you try to listen to the procedures, you end up dozing off and get scolded by professor snape. It's not your fault you go back late to your dorms due to the lesson you had with madam pomfrey.
"If you want I can let you borrow my book, if you want to of course," you both were almost at the great hall, "i'll think about that," he replied. 
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"don't be reckless next time. see you around i guess," you bid a goodbye and fasten your pace to get inside first. A couple of seconds, he went in and sat down on his table where his friends were.
You stood on the corner and placed down your cauldron, books, parchment, and quill. The first 20 minutes was fine, until you started to doze off like you used to. A poke on your side made you jolt and yelped at the sudden touch. You looked behind to see Malfoy behind the other table, "what?" You asked.
He looked sideways and leaned a bit to you, "you were dozing off," he whispered.
"what?" You whispered back, "I can't hear you!", you whisper-yelled.
"Five points taken from Hufflepuff and Slytherin for talking in class," the voice of professor snape made you both freeze at the moment, you both looked at him and stared at you two. You both looked at your book immediately to avoid any more deductions. Blaise on the other hand chuckled at himself.
Five minutes ago…
"Open your books on lage 365." Snape instructed the slytherin table and most of the tables followed and began to read at the new potion that they were all working on. Draco, who was writing on his parchment for the materials needed, blaise tapped on his book to get his attention.
"What?" He asked. Blaise pointed at you. Your head was slowly going down and up, probably dozing off in class. 
"It looks like Miss Nurse didn't sleep well," he teased.
"So?"
"So?" Blaise countered.
The two had a deadpanned look on each other. Professor Snape has started walking around the class to see who is working well. Draco looked at you, sleeping so peacefully while standing. Without thinking, he poked your side, making you jolt and yelped a bit. It was cute. 
Back to the present…
Too bad, Snape has taken 5 points from slytherin. He was disappointed. But what's more irritating to him is that, balise was chuckling on his side. Blaise wrote something on his parchment and passed it silently to draco. He took the paper from Blaise and read the small note.
'Bloody hell, you're totally whipped for her!'
And he crumpled the paper and continued his work.
He was called to do their routines, and started their training, he kept stealing glances at you. He drove faster because he was unable to tell Cormac to go away from you. But instead, he let the ball fly over your side, hoping it could hit Cormac, but well… let's just say his calculations were wrong. You got hit in the head instead, leaving you unconscious. He immediately flew towards you. He gave Cormac a sharp glare and took you to the infirmary. 
The next time he met you, was at the quidditch fields, you were working on something on the side, all alone. Perfect timing to show off and just to see you on the side. But his little perfect imagination was ruined when Cormac McLaggen went up to you and sat down beside you. He never held his broom way tight before. The way your face made a face that showed no interest in his talks, he was a bit relieved. 
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It was his first time letting someone ride on his broom.  At The same time while he was flying, he could help but to have that grin he was used to showing. Who would ever think of him carrying you after all. Well, the golden trio saw him, and some students too. Ron was raising his eyebrow and looked at his other friends who were also confused, "bloody hell, I feel sorry for the girl," he commented. But Hermione was quick to make a move and smacked him with the newspaper on her hand.
He has successfully put you down on the bed, madam pomfrey was worried and told draco to get back to practice, but he didn't listen. Giving her an excuse of what you did before, and he was now trying to "pay back" what you did. And of course madam pomfrey was not the type to get fooled very easily. She knows.
It wasn't that long, you soon woke up. But you can still feel the pain on your forehead. Your view was blurry, you started to blink slowly, hoping the blurriness will be gone in no time.
"Merlin, Merlin. lay down, seriously."
With an annoyed voice you said, "For the love of Merlin, McLaggen, I told you many times, I'm not going out with you on hogsmeade." He looked at you with both of his eyes, squinting. "Do I look like McLaggen to you?" he asked.
You turned your head to see Malfoy beside you, "thank merlin, i thought he followed me here," you sighed in relief. "Did you? Carry me all the way here?" You asked. As you saw him wearing his quidditch uniform, you suddenly remembered what happened to you. How tragic. 
"I feel obligated, and don't even think that I do this because I care." He replied.
"Pfft-"
"What's so funny?"
"Nothing, it's just you seem to have a problem talking with your feelings aren't you? I feel bad for the girl you fancied. She may be lucky but Merlin, you should try to be more not in denial," you advised, "you may never know. The results may surprise you, you know or whatever and go on being that prince."
Then you should feel bad for yourself then!
Madam pomfrey arrived and gave you medications and released you. 
Both of you once again were at the door of the infirmary. Just like before, but this time, you were the one who got treated. Same as ever, you both went down on the stairs.
The same question kept running through his head. It's now or never, "about McLaggen—"
"Don't speak his name please, he's giving me the chills"
"May I ask why?"
You stopped walking, your face formed into disgust, "because, he's been bothering me for the last month and up until now, it all started in herbology, he kept looking at me, and i feel… disturbed. Then, he was always waiting for me outside every end of class! I could reason that I have a boyfriend but truthfully and obviously I don't have one!"
Draco has a thought of his own. You didn't get upset with him, you were avoiding someone! He thought that you were upset because he teased you. You were busy walking back and forth and started to ramble. For some reason, he finds it entertaining. He stood there and crossed his arms, waiting for you to realise.
"Why don't I help you?"
You stopped. "What?"
"I said-"
"I heard what you meant, but help? About what?"
He rolled his eyes and walked towards you, "you said you want him to get away, and i'm here being this kind," he smirked.
Your mouth was open. In your thoughts, the one and only Draco malfoy is offering to help you.
"Sure, if it means to get him away from my life, I'll accept it." You gestured for a handshake, "but do remember that I need to have something in return," he held your hands and shook it as a form of agreement. "What is the 'something' that you want in return?" You asked.
"Soon enough I'll tell you," he answered. You both once again walked towards the great hall to eat dinner. But what you didn't expect is that as soon as you both were at the door, he rested his arm over your shoulder and his face was more proud, as if it's the usual thing that he has been doing. Meanwhile you, you were surprised. You can feel your cheeks burning. The longer his arm was on your shoulder, your head was slowly going down because of the embarrassment. 
"Malfoy, what are you doing?" You said in a shaky voice.
"What? You said that you wanted my help?" He innocently asked. Draco raised an eyebrow. You both entered the great hall, everyone’s gaze fell on you, mostly. They started whispering in each other’s ear. “M-malfoy look! They have started talking about us!” you whisper-yelled. He led you to the hufflepuff table and patted your head and gave you a coy smile, leaving you all red. Your friends wiggled their eyebrows and began teasing you, “you and malfoy huh? Details please!” they happily said.
Meanwhile, He went back to the great hall to see his friends looking at him. Theo was the first one to ask him, “you and the hufflepuff girl?” he smirked. Blaise on the side smirked too, “No wonder you ditched your practice earlier.”
“Ditched the practice?” a voice from the side revealing pansy. “That’s so unlike you,” she teased.
He groaned and lifted his head to look at your table, you were still being bombarded by your friends' constant teasing and questions. What he didn’t know was that he was smiling.
Pansy noticed it, “bloody salazar, you’re way too whipped for her!” she gasped. Blaise laughed, “like I said in potions class,” he added.
“She’s a muggle born right?”
Theo’s question made them freeze, “she was but her parents are both pure blooded.” Draco answered. Another gasp came out from pansy’s mouth, “you seem like a creep draco. How come you knew this all along?” she asked.
“We talked from my last game that I got from my trip to the infirmary and she helped me mend my arm.” he simply told them. By the tone of his voice, there was no holding back and just simply said the truth, leaving them speechless.
After the dinner, they all went back to the common room and sat down on the sofa. Theo Pansy and Blaise were sitting on the sofa while Draco went up to his dorm and began working on his essays. “I bet 15 galleons if the Hufflepuff girl kisses him first.” pansy announced.
The boys looked at her with a smirk on their faces. “I bet 20 galleons if Draco kisses her,” Theo said. “I agree with Theo,” Blaise added. Pansy smirked, “I'll make it 25, then it’s a deal.”
“What are you three doing there?”
Daphne’s voice made them freeze.
Theo signalled Daphne to come over. “We’re betting on Draco and the Hufflepuff girl on who kisses first. Wanna bet?” he asked. Daphne shrugged her shoulders. “Sure,” she agreed, “how much?”
“25 gallons if the girl made the move or 20 for Draco”
“25 for the girl, you never know girls can be unpredictable too you now,” he said and pansy and her high five-d.
You nodded. "He does. Thank you Malfoy, if you want I'll treat you to three broomsticks, if you're up to that of course." You offered.
“This will be fun.” Theo laughs.
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The following day, He walked you to class in potions. You were still overwhelmed by what happened yesterday. He leaned on to your ear before walking to his seat  "looks like McLaggen finally stopped." 
"Seems tempting," he commented. You rolled your eyes playfully. "The offer still stands," you added.
Snape entered the classroom with his robe swaying behind as he walked to the front. You and everyone followed and Snape began the lesson. At the end of class, you separated yourself from Draco and went ahead. But to your dismay, McLaggen was leaning against the wall. You stopped your tracks and decided to go back. But he was too fast. He grabbed your robe and you muttered something under your breath.
"Never knew you and Draco, huh." He says. As much as you wanted to say that it was all fake, but you can't.
On the weekends, you completely hide yourself, you would avoid your friends, and even malfoy, who is helping you. You went to honeydukes, and you were wearing a full black outfit. And to be honest, black is the most attractive yet powerful clothing statement to be known. With your usual doc marten boots that your parents bought you a year ago, and a black dress and a black coat to match, you were holding some chocolate treats for you to eat later to study.
"Like I told you! Go bother someone else, I'm tired of you following me, asking me to go out with you when I'm not!" You angrily said. 
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He walked closer to you. "Like I'll bloody believe that you have an actual boyfriend to begin with,  and I know it's fake l/n." He smirked. You yanked your robe and began to walk away from him by fastening your pace.
You looked sideways to see Mclaggen, to your luck, he wasn’t here. You breathed out and walked towards the counter and paid for the chocolate you just just bought. “That would be 5 galleons,” the woman said. You opened your wallet and to your dismay, you only had 4 galleons. You cursed at yourself for not bringing your entire money that you have been saving and was left in your dorm. 
“Uh, i’ll just put these back—” as you turned around and a hand reached on the counter. You looked to see who it was, it was Draco Malfoy. “I’ll pay for them,” he said.
“Wha- ?! hey! malfoy!” you were surprised to see him. Both of you locked your gaze upon each other. He wore this all black suit that contrasts his pale skin and his platinum hair colour. 
It was his first time seeing you in casual clothes. You were wearing all black and your usual boots. If he's not gonna lie, you look dashing on it. You first went outside and so was he. 
"I could've put those back and laid them myself malfoy," you told him.
He scoffed lightly. "Come on, that was just a small bill, nothing too expensive."
You rolled your eyes, "yeah, like you know the word 'expensive'." He laughed at your own joke. He then asked, "by the way, why are you avoiding me? Was I supposed to help you right?"
You groaned, "I know, it's just—" you pulled him onto the alley beside honeydukes, "McLaggen knows that all of it was fake." You stated. He rolled his eyes, "that git." He mumbled.
"So am i gonna do the next step just for him to stop bothering you?" He asked. You shrugged your shoulders, "I don't know. and besides, why are you helping me?" You asked. 
"Isn't that obvious? Because I wanted to." He replied.
You shook your head. "No, is there a hidden meaning to it?"
He groaned.
You kept looking at your shoes, not knowing what to say. You looked away from his gaze as you tried to think about an excuse and hide in your common room or anywhere. 
You kept on fidgeting your own thumb with your index finger, "i gotta go now," you excused yourself. When you were about to go out from the alley with Malfoy, you saw McLaggen walking by. You immediately went back to the alley. Surprisingly, Malfiy was still there and saw you panicking.
"I'm so sorry for this but-" when he was about to ask why, you landed your lips on his. You were on your tip-toes because he was taller than you. You cupped his cheeks and the paper bag you were holding just now fell on the ground. Of course Draco was surprised by how you simply kissed him. He was happy that you kissed him. That made him even more excited. Somehow, he thanked McLaggen in his mind as he started to grab your waist and pulled you closer to him. 
The kiss lasted for a minute or so, you were all red. For your first kiss, it is the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy. You didn’t know whether to cry about it or laugh at it. But for the boy himself, he was blushing now. 
“I am so sorry for that malfoy, i didn’t what i was thinking—”
He smirked. And kissed you once again. He looked on the side to see McLaggen and continued  kissing you. He broke the kiss, leaving you breathless and all red. “Just don’t apologise, or I'll do it again.” he says. 
“And as for the ‘something’ that i want i return now that git is gone, go out with me, like seriously.” he said.
Your face was clearly dumbfounded, “huh?” you gasped slowly. You avoided his gaze. From the corner, to the wall and the streets, you began to stutter as you gave him your reply, “s-sure… I will.”
He smiled. He grabbed your hand and pulled you all the way to three broomsticks. To be honest, when he grabbed you and began to walk, you couldn't help but to think of him as a child who was excited to go around town. You both sat down, and the waitress began taking your order.
“One butterbeer. And yours?” the waitress asked. 
You replied, “One butterbeer too.” the waitress went away leaving you both on the table. 
You asked, “uh, so… what made you like me?”
“You?” He raised his eyebrow. “Is liking someone, be needing a reason for it?” he asked back. You shook your head and he chuckled, “thought so.” he replied.
“But get this, this whole thing, is new to me okay? I’ve never been on a date before and I'm generally new to all of this.” you told him. “And i’m still processing on what happened earlier and-”
“Okay, okay, I get it. I won’t rush you, I guarantee that.” he says. 
You smile as soon as you hear that he won’t rush things. Draco himself may be predictable in his insults, but what made you wonder what kind of person he is, what could be his favourite book, favourite spell and other interests he had. 
“Well, i think it’s unfair that you know the things i like to do, why don’t you share something for me to know?” you asked.
The waitress arrived and gave the order. He took a sip from his drink, “what do you want to know?” he asked.
You cracked a smile, “everything like what i shared to you last time.” you took a sip from your drink.
“See! I told you she’ll kiss him first!” pansy cheered. Blaise and Theo gave her a small pouch containing galleons, and Daphne cheered too.
What they didn’t all know but, pansy set up the whole bet by bringing McLaggen to hogsmeade.
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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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Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader Masterlist
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Summary:  Dracp Malfoy deserved a redemption arc and goddamn it I am going to write him one!  It may not turn out to be good, but I hope it will be satisfying.  There is no smut in this series as they are all teenagers and I’m trying to stick pretty close to canon on this one.  As always any and all feedback is welcome, and I hope you enjoy this thing that my brain demanded I do.
OOTP Chapters:
A Hesitant Offer
Quidditch Tryouts
Your First Lessons
Choosing Sides
Something Rotten
Brooms at Christmas
The Sack of Dumbledore’s Army
Epilogue
HBP Chapters:
A Vague Warning
Something Wicked
Slughorn’s Party
Christmas in the Country
Room of Requirement
Epilogue
DH Chapters:
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qtssvnwoo · 1 year
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Hi! Could you write an angsty post!war Draco Malfoy fic with reader where Draco wakes up from a nightmare and cries ;-; (Pls and thank you sm, you can ignore if u want)
This has got to be in the top five favorite things I've written, thank you so much for requesting!!
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Comfort-Draco Malfoy
A/n: I'm honestly having so much fun bringing your requests to life, I love ya'll <3 Italicized is the nightmare!!!
Word Count: 1.0k
Warnings: Mentions of near-death experience, body wounds and graphic imagery, mild swearing.
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It started in a black room. Draco didn’t know what was going on but before he knew it, he was back at Hogwarts, people running, crying, and screaming. He saw familiar faces running and some chasing. He didn’t know where to look, but he felt the sudden sense of dread that he felt that day. 
That was when he heard you. You were screaming his name, the dreaded sound of your raw and pitiful screams hit his ears and he had an immediate sense of fear wash over him. Draco ran through the crowds of people, tripping over the rubble from the building trying to get to you, and when he did he felt his heart drop to his chest. 
He saw a death eater on top of you, smiling like a psychopath, a smile that made his bones shake within him. He tried to move but he couldn’t. He watched as the death eater bit the side of your neck, the blood running down your body like a stream of water. He watched as you screamed in pain, and as he heard the word “Cruicio” again and again coming from the death eater. 
He screamed, or at least tried to, but nothing came out. It’s like his voice was stolen from him. All he could do was watch. 
Finally, the death eater stopped, and Draco felt his whole body tense as he saw you look over at him, and mouth his name before he physically saw your color drain from your face and the soul leave your body. The death eater liked their fingers, and looked over at Draco, smiling before disappearing in a cloud of dust. 
Draco could move now, and he ran to you. He grabbed your lifeless body and he shook you, begging for you to wake up. He felt himself crying and as the hot tears poured down his face he repeated the healing curse over and over again as an attempt to bring you back to live. But your wounds were too severe, your pain had sent you into overstimulation and caused your brain to just stop. 
He gripped your body close to his and he screamed your name over, and over, and over again until he just couldn’t anymore. He felt the eyes of your family, and Harry on him as he pulled you closer to his chest. 
Draco felt his heart shatter, the different pieces falling apart like an unglued puzzle. He screamed for you to wake up. Until he was hyperventilating. In Between the breathes he begged for you to come back, he begged whatever gods were up there to bring you back to him, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. 
“Draco. She’s…she’s gone son.” His mother said softly, as to not break the remaining pieces of her son's heart. Draco stared up at his mom, he looked at her and saw the tears welding up in her eyes. He gripped onto your body tighter, your head falling limp in his arms as he shook his head vigorously. 
“She’s not dead. She’s just tired mom. She’s been studying so well to go to that school in America. She’s been staying up late too even though I told her to sleep. She’s just sleeping mom.” He cried to himself as he hugged your body. 
Draco was tossing and turning in his sleep. Repeatedly saying your name in a hushed tone. You were concerned when you woke up and saw Draco in cold sweats, tossing and turning. You lightly shook him, trying to wake him. 
He woke up suddenly, jerking up from his sleeping position and letting out a horrid scream. His breaths were short, and he continued to say your name over and over.
Not wanting to scare him more, you lightly took his hand in yours as you pulled his face towards you. 
“Daco, I’m here, I’m right here.” 
Draco’s breaths were still heavy, he looked at you with wide eyes and tear stained cheeks. He grabbed your face harshly, he turned your neck from side to side, checking for the scar left by the death eater. He checked your wrists, he checked your face, and he did this over and over again. 
“I-I, you were, I didn’t, I couldn’t-”
“Draco, my love, take a deep breath. You’re okay.” You pulled his hand to your chest as you breathed deeply, trying to get him to breathe with you. His breathing slowed down and you softly smiled at him. 
“I’m here my love. I’m okay.” Draco nodded and pulled his hand away. He laid back down on his back and looked at the ceiling. You laid down on his chest, scotting yourself closer to him to lay on top of him. He wrapped an arm around you and turned himself over so that your head was in his chest. He kissed the top of your head and pulled you closer into him and sighed deeply. 
“Do you wanna tell me what the dream was about?” You asked. You heard Draco suck in a shaky breath before he said anything. 
“It was back during the war. When we had to split up. It was when I found you underneath the death eater. But, this time I couldn’t repel them off of you, this time, I couldn’t…I…You were dead.” You sighed as you remembered the contents from that day. All you could do was let Draco hold you, let him feel the beating of your heart and your steady breaths as you stroke his back. 
“I’m here Draco. You saved me, remember?” Draco smiled at you as he pulled you in closer to his body. 
“What if…Y/n what if I hadn’t saved you?” He asked. You felt the slight shiver in his voice and you knew how scared he was, even to think about it. But you just pulled yourself away, letting him look into your eyes as you smiled at him. 
“Draco. I know you. Never in a million years would you ever not save me. You always have and you always will.” 
“What if a day comes where I can’t get to you?  Where I’m don’t make it in time?” 
“Draco Lucius Malfoy. You always manage to make it just in time. Even so, I can hold my own until you come.” 
Draco laughed and kissed you before pulling you back into his chest. 
“And that you would Darling.” 
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storiesofmyhead · 7 months
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Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff Reader
"Draco~" I whine. "Please can we just go back to your room."
"Love, you promised to meet my friends." He sighs, looking down at me.
"I know I just. I'm nervous. What if they don't like me?" I look down. I feel his fingers softly grab my chin and lift it up, his lips softly touching mine.
He pulls away smiling softly. "They'll love you. I promise."
I sigh. "Ok, now let's go before I back out again."
We walk hand-in-hand out to where Draco's group sits in the Great Hall.
"Guys." Draco speaks up, all of them looking up at us. I watch as smiles flood the girls faces.
"OMG are you y/n!" One of them says excitedly, jumping up from her seat and running over to me, wrapping her arms around me in a tight hug. I giggle a bit hugging her back. "I'm Pansy Parkinson and this is Daphne Greengrass." She says pointing to the girl behind her who has a similar big smile on her face.
Pansy glances at Draco to see him with a happy soft smile on his face as he watches me get along with Daphne as she introduces me to all the others.
"So, y/n, you're a Hufflepuff?" Blaise asks.
"Um yes." I say nervously.
"Can you maybe hook me up with Emma? She's one your friends, right?" He says with a hopeful face.
I giggle a bit. "Ya of course. You know, she's looking for a new partner in potions, maybe I could point her your way."
"Really." He says excitedly. "That would mean a lot." I just nod back as he goes back to talking with the boy who I learned was Theodore Nott.
I turn back to see Draco with a genuine smile on his face and wrap my arms around his waist. "Are you having fun, love?" He asks kissing the top of my head.
"Mhm." I nod. "They're really nice, Draco."
"I'm glad. You want to go to my dorm and have movie night as a thank you for meeting my friends?" I turn my head up excitedly and nod my head quickly jumping up and down. "Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes."
He chuckles and kisses my lips quickly before saying. "Guys we are going to have a movie night; I'll see you tomorrow?"
Pansy responds quickly. "I won't see you tomorrow if you don't bring y/n with you." I giggle as Draco nods his head.
"I'll bring y/n."
"Good than yes well see you tomorrow." She says as they all nod.
Draco and I walk to his dorm, finally arriving I jump on the bed and get cuddled up in the blankets as he puts on the movie 'Tangled.' He jumps into the bed and pulls my waist, pulling me on top of him, my head on his chest. I snuggled in and I sighed in content.
"I love you, Draco." I mumble as I watch the movie.
"I love you too, my love." He says kissing the top of my head as we watch the movie in a comfortable silence.
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itstheghostofmypast · 5 months
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His Honeybee
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Draco Malfoy x (f)Reader
Summary: She was as sweet as honey, as warm as the sun, and as bright as the colour yellow, that would always have his legs turn to jello. Her love for him was as vast as the sea, she was his honeybee.
Genre: Fluff (a tinge of angst)
Warnings: None
A/N: I swear I'm still try na catch up with my requests but please bear with me, I need to get this stuff out of my system from time to time to relax. Please remember to show some love by ❤️ and reblogs.
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With a small huff, he dropped his bag, eyes as clear as the lake before him, watching it glimmer under the rising sun. The mist around them had settled to a low veil, only adding to the chilly sensation, nipping at the tip of his ears.
Slowly, he settled down beside a warmer body, moving closer to welcome the furnace-like warmth, earning a small chuckle from the person beside him, his hand reaching to grab onto its counterpart, another half, to complete the puzzle, her hand.
"Didn't I tell you to wear a cap?"
Her voice was barely above a whisper, eyes never leaving the book, colouring book? It was at this point that his gaze moved from her alluring side profile to her lap, noticing the coloured pencils and markers on the other side in an unzipped pouch, then the book in her lap, watching her colour an abnormally large, unrealistic, geometric flower.
"Didn't I tell you it'll mess up my hair." his words came out a bit colder than he had intended to, the irritation in his tone was evident, but it was not because of her, never because of her. It was just the cold and the lack of attention he was being provided, but he didn't want her to think it was her fault, he had always tried to be gentle with her, and a tender undertone would resurface from within him around her.
"Even the one I knitted for you?" she pouted turning to look at him properly, a small gasp escaping her lips as she noticed the little kisses and nips left by Lady Winter herself, all across his face, the pink tips of his ears to the way his cheeks were splattered with pink and the tip his nose of a cute little rosy colour. "You look like you're freezing." she huffed letting go of his hand, much to his disapproval, turning to fish for something in her bag.
"You didn't knit me any....thing" his words slowly died off when she pulled out a woollen cap, with two strings on each side, it was by far the ugliest thing he had ever seen. It was by no means extraordinary, it was in no way a fashion statement or elegant, it was a simple, peasant-like - border line muggle-like- woollen cap.
"Tada! I did, " she gleamed before showing him another one, "For both of us." it was only then that he noticed the finer details about the caps, each had a customised trait. One of the caps was completely green, and in the centre was a woollen heart in yellow, while the other had a yellow base and a green heart in the centre- same design, inverted colours.
"Oh" his insult stopped before it could pour out, luckily the gears in his head had worked fast enough for it to click, their house colours and if he knew her like the back of his hand, which he did, she was going to give him the ghastly yellow one with the green heart and keep the green one with the yellow heart for herself.
"This one" Turning her upper body towards him, her hand reached up to his hair, fingers running through his hair, his eyes instinctively closing at the tender action, letting her touch and mess about his neatly styled hair, anyone else would've been burnt to death, but she wasn't just anyone. He hummed at her little comment about liking his new haircut, his bangs adding a nice flair to his aura, whatever that meant. A few minutes in and he had forgotten why she had begun to gently comb through his hair, basking in the oh-so-needed attention he had woken up early in the morning in the first place for, the need of attention that had him trudging through the damp, cold forest all the way to her, in their little corner, their little lake, just to be with her. An affectionate sensation faded away when he felt something warm sit atop his head, covering his ears, though the slightly itchy sensation forced him to snap his eyes open.
"There." tying up the two strings attached to each end of the earpiece, into a pretty bow she moved back to admire her work. His face had turned warmer, not because of the itchy woollen cap, but her little gesture, her look of admiration as if he were the prettiest thing in the world.
"Why...is it...yellow?" looking at anything but her face he mumbled out a question, he knew which one was his before she had even worded it out, but he couldn't figure out the ideology.
"Well" putting on her cap, leaving the strings undone, she smiled at him, "Because my heart is surrounded by you, everywhere I look, I see things that remind me of you like take this place, it's quiet and peaceful, and it's ours, I found this place because it reminded me of you, how you like quiet places, places where you are free from prying eyes, everywhere I go, I see you, like this lake, it's like I'm looking into your eyes, the way it sparkles under the sun reminds me of how your eyes twinkle in potions class when we learn something new, or how when we go to the library, the section way at the back, with the books no one touches, reminds me of the ample knowledge you have on topics I couldn't even think of, how you're so much smarter than everyone, yet, no one approaches you for help out of hesitance, just how no one goes at the back old isle." her eyes caught how a small smile had made its way on his face, how he was now holding onto her hand again, "That's why my heart is surrounded by you. I hope...yours is surrounded by me." peaking up at him, as he turned his face around, hiding his expressions from her, a part of her wanted to tease him for being shy, but perhaps that was for another time. Instead, she settled back down after hearing a faint whisper, "Of course, mine too, is surrounded by you, silly girl."
"Good." with that she let go of his hand and went back to colouring, letting a comfortable silence settle between the two.
It took him a good ten minutes to calm down, her little confession had his chest hammering against the walls of his chest, demanding to be set free so it could nestle in the warm, tender palm of hers, all pretty and all hers. He knew his palm was sweaty against hers, and he prayed to God that she wouldn't continue with her teasing, knowing fully well he'd either snap in retaliation or just run away to cry in joy somewhere in a corner. The noise of his pesky, beating heart rang in his ears, constantly reminding him of his undying love for her. After the ringing dyed out his attention turned towards the scratching sound, noticing the bold choice of colours she was using to colour the unrealistic flower, his curiosity no longer being confined by his sense of logic as it slipped out,
"Why are you colouring?"
"It's therapeutic."
"Colouring like a child ?"
"Hmm, it's designed for an older audience."
"So colouring is a nice way to relax?"
"Mhmmm..." Pulling out another colour she glanced at him, "What do you do to relax?"
What did he do to relax? Most of the time he'd be too frustrated with his father and grades to even care to relax. If he did ever get a moment of peace, it was with her. As she had mentioned before, he was surrounded by her, his senses were flooded with her presence, he'd be thinking about her more often these days, perhaps because winter break was upon them. Winterbreak meant that the two would have to part, he'd go back home to his cold mansion and she'd go back to her loving parents. Parents who knew he existed, unlike his own, who had no idea who she was or if she existed, perhaps if he could build the courage this time, he might tell them, he was after all in his 6th year.
"Draco?"
"I sketch." the words left him sooner than he expected, it wasn't his fault though, he was too distracted by her curious eyes, her inviting scent, her warm and tender aura, his brain would often short-circuit around her, and this was one of those times.
"Ah...that's nice, I've never seen any of your sketches before." she giggled, once again letting go of his hand to turn to her bag, missing the way he shrugged with a "Burn them afterwards."
"Well" turning to him she handed him her sketchbook and pencils, "Don't burn this one, I wanna keep it safe and close to me." she smiled at his surprised eyes, adding in a little "Please" Much to his pleasure, for she knew that would make him all putty and it did.
A few beats of silence later, all that could be heard was the gentle sounds of nature waking up around them, the sun ever so slowly waltzing up higher into the sky, trying to own the cold floor with its glow and warmth within the winter sky. The birds would often change the tune around them, from a soft melody to a high-pitched orchestra of chirps, much to their pleasure, this was what he loved most about spending time with her, everything would be so pleasant, so calming and so warm, caressing his soul with such a tender delicate touch, allowing him to bask in her presence, a feeling he wanted to lounge in for almost all of eternity if it were possible.
Ever so often she'd notice him glance at her, then look ahead, unsure of whether he wanted to ask her something, or tell her. Truth be told, she had been meaning to ask him something, something about them, but perhaps she was too afraid to do so, afraid that it would scare him away. It took so long for him to open up to her, even after they had become an official couple, at least official enough for their close friends to know, but she knew his parents were not aware of her presence. She never brought it up, even after she had introduced him to hers, admiring how he was able to hold up a conversation with her father, gushing over the way he was being forced to eat more by her mother after he had complimented her cooking. She thanked him with her whole being when he had told her how he felt about her home that night, when he lay next to her, snuggled under the covers with her on her cramped single bed in matching pyjamas, "It isn't special, but I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world...it's warm...and nice...mine is...cold. I like it here, I like being here with you."
A part of her wanted to ask him if he'd ever want to be with her outside of school, or what would happen to them after their school years came to an end. Would their relationship cease to exist? Would their love turn into a bundle of memories they'd turn to in their darkest times? Would she just be his secret lover he was destined to leave? Perhaps she felt this way due to the upcoming winter break, all these questions finally bottling up to the max, ready to spill over. But she couldn't, she had to be careful, for she knew no matter how cold or tough he would act, he was but a fragile soul, always yearning for the approval of his parents, for their love and admiration, especially his father's, one he barely received. So, she had to be careful and phrase it properly, because even if he feared his father, she was terrified of the man, she had seen him only a handful of times at school and if there was one thing she was sure about was that other than muggles, he hated Hufflepuffs as well. Maybe their love was short-lived, maybe she should prepare herself for the day he'd let her go, because in this situation it was not the "It's not you it's me", since it wasn't him, he was perfect in all and every sense, but it was her if she wasn't sorted in Hufflepuff, she was from a more prominent family if she was...perfect like him, maybe, then just maybe, their fates could have intertwined till eternity, if only the stars had, for once, listened to her and not decided for her, it only.
"Oh" his gasp broke her train of thought, "I'm late for practice!" he shot up, looking down at her, who was staring up at him like a deer caught in headlights, face flushed, her cap now covering her forehead, as she blinked up at him. Letting out a chuckle he bent down to brush his slightly chapped lips against hers, fingers gently gripping her chin, tilting her head to look up at him, "I've made up my mind, my honeybee, come with me this winter break, I...I don't know what to expect, but I know for sure I want you in my life, whether anyone likes it or not." With that, he knelt one last time to give her a proper kiss, "Finish your colouring, you've been on the same petal for an hour."
"Draco! Wait!" she called out, only for him to turn his head and give her that heart-stopping smile, winking at her before running off to the schoolyards, not waiting for her to speak.
"You're still wearing the....cap." she sighed before letting out a nervous chuckle, well then, at least one thing was clear, his parents may not need to wait till winter break to find out about their boy's heart belonging to a Hufflepuff, especially when his entire Quidditch team would see him in his woollen cap. Shaking her head, she turned to grab the sketchbook flipping it over to look at what he had been sketching, a soft gasp leaving her lips, as her fingers dug into the paper, eyes turning glossy at the sight. For more than an hour, he had sat there, sketching her, from every dimple to strand of hair, the details added in just made her wonder who he had sketched, for this ethereal being could not have been her. That is until she read the little sign off underneath, "My precious honeybee."
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rip-us-xoxo · 1 year
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Infatuated- Draco Malfoy x Reader (REPOST)
Posted DECEMBER 26, 2020
Reposted APRIL 16, 2023
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Request-Hi!! May I request a Draco and Hufflepuff reader with prompts 3, 7, 9 from the Christmas list? Maybe they’re in the great hall and she’s all dressed up for Christmas and Draco is just infatuated with her❤️❤️
A/n- I looove Draco x Hufflepuff!Reader imagines! Thanks for requesting, hope you like it! By the way, this is very stereotypical, but that’s because I fit the Hufflepuff stereotype to a tee so I am just using my own personal experience.
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Warnings- None :)
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Christmas, your favorite holiday. For more than one reason, there were cookies, present giving, and cute sweaters you can wear. But the best thing was that you got to do all of that with your boyfriend. 
It was Christmas break and your parents went on a trip to go visit your grandparents. You stayed behind because, one, you really didn’t like traveling, and two, Draco was staying behind at Hogwarts for Christmas too so you wanted to stay with him. 
You were one of the only Hufflepuff’s to stay behind for Christmas, most of them went back home to spend it with their family. But your lack of friends wasn’t going to ruin your Christmas spirit! 
You spent about two hours getting dressed for Christmas, your outfit consisted of festive leggings, an ugly Christmas sweater that lit up, festive socks, and finally, reindeer ears. 
You were visibly shaking with excitement while you were walking to the Great Hall, freshly baked cookies, courtesy of you, in your hands. You also had your bag slung around your shoulder, trying to take out a Christmas present you had for Draco out of it. 
Once you entered the Great Hall, you were struggling with everything in your hands. Draco, who was slumped over at the Slytherin table awaiting your arrival, noticed your struggles and hurried over to help you because the last time you dropped your plate of cookies you didn’t stop crying for hours which broke Draco’s heart. 
“Darling,” Draco panicked and held his arms out, waiting for something, or someone, to fall. You looked up suddenly, arms all tangled up, and smiled. 
“Merry Christmas, I brought cookies!” you beamed and held out the plate to him, the creases on your face from your smile making Draco swoon. “They smell delicious,” Draco cooed and took them from you before placing a kiss on your forehead. 
A few boys snickered at you both as they walked into the Great Hall. Draco sent a glare their way before looking back at you and smiling, you looked so cute to him at the moment. Your outfit, the fact that you baked cookies, and the gleeful look you had on; he was just besotted with you. 
“You are too adorable with those reindeer ears,” Draco commented and played with one of the bells hanging off of the antler that made it much more festive. A blush painted your cheeks as you looked down toward the floor and started rocking back and forth on your heels, “Thank you.”. 
You looked back up at him and looked over to the Hufflepuff table. “Well, I better go sit down,” you told him and started walking. Draco grabbed you by your bicep and pulled you back, “Nonsense. You’re sitting with me,” he scoffed and grabbed your hand, pulling you over to the Slytherin table. 
Once you two sat down, Draco immediately pulled you into his side and grabbed you a plate, putting food on it. He placed all of your favorites on the plate and handed it to you, “Here you are love.”. “Thank you!” you exclaimed and immediately dug in. Draco grinned down at you which made a few Slytherins snigger.
“Oh shut up, Zabini,” Draco growled and Blaise just shrugged his shoulders before chuckling again and talking with the others. He looked back over at you and placed his head in his hand, resting his elbow on the table just admiring you. 
He found everything about you adorable no matter what. It was like you two were made for each other. Draco protected you with everything he had and you helped him to be a better version of himself. You looked over at Draco to see him staring at you causing more blush to spread across your cheeks. 
“I’m just that adorable, aren’t I?” you joked, but Draco was dead serious. “Yes, yes you are,” he said and scrunched his nose shaking his head all cutesy, making you giggle. His heart thumped at the noise and he wrapped an arm around your shoulder before leaning down to whisper in your ear. 
“You know what? I don’t want this feast because you look much more delicious right now,” he whispered, making your whole body go scarlet. “Draco, stop,” you giggled and hid your face in his chest. 
“Only telling the truth, darling,” he said, you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “Oh my Godric,” you laughed and hit his chest before pulling away and going back to eating. 
“What? I am just infatuated with you, and there’s nothing you can do about it. So get used to it darling, or else you’ll be in for a wild ride for the rest of your life,” he told you before eating as well. You only giggled but your heart was going a million miles a minute. 
Did he just proclaim that you two were going to be together forever?
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xoxo
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siriusly-parker · 5 months
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—flor de maracuja [draco m.] —masterlist.
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—tags. draco malfoy x hufflepuff!female!reader [angst, fluff, grumpy x sunshine, after the war]
—synopsis. The war left Hogwarts with few students and Draco Malfoy with even fewer friends. Out of the minority who came back to complete their seventh year, none of them seemed to be fond of his presence at the school, save for Pansy, who occasionally tolerated his company. They were scared and he was scarred. Loneliness consumed the boy’s days until an Herbology assignment and a Hufflepuff girl showed him it takes more than watering a flower for it to finally bloom.
—author’s note. updated irregularly!!
—chapters.
prologue. [intro]
chap. 1 [plant a seed]
chap. 2 [water it]
chap. 3 [watch it grow]
chap. 4 [watch it bloom]
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sunnylands-world · 1 year
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Something in between
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Pairing: draco Malfoy x reader
Summary: Draco comes back from quidditch and immediately wants you
Word count: 256
Warning: oral [fem receiving], sorta a suffocation kink, the reader has thick thighs and yeah I think that's it
A/n: I'm obsessed with my thighs right now so here's a little thought I had
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Your legs were wide as your boyfriend lowered to his knees in between them. His quidditch uniform still on as he began to suck and nip at the skin of your thighs. His tongue ran over them as he kissed his way up, his sweaty hair brushes your skin every few touches. When he finally got to your core he used his teeth to pull away the fabric to reach his destination.
He wasted no time as he latched onto your clit sucking while his other hand used two fingers to push into your heat. Your thick thighs close around him and your head drops back with a loud cry. "Oh fuck Draco" you moaned moving your hand to his damp locks, bring his face closer. You can hear a faint groan from him as you wiggle around, your thighs squeezing tighter.
Draco had this thing he liked, he liked when you nearly suffocated him or when he got to leave marks on your thighs. They were his obsession, he couldn't get enough of them. His head was always in your lap or somewhere near his prized possession between them. His head pulled back and his lips were swollen from sucking on you as he smiled, fingers still deep in you rubbing against the spongy spot that drove you mad.
"I want you to cum on my face, love." He says before moving back to your bud licking at it and you did what did before and squeezed him between them, just the way he likes…
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Request open 💙
Draco's lovers and requests:
@alexxavicry , @sarahthehuffpuff,
@supercoffeeblogs , @thatwattpadobsessed
@ameliaclare04 , @kyracanwrite
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