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dracoxsworld · 11 months

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ARRANGED - Draco M. x Reader - Part 5

You laid in you and Draco's bed, the scene between you and Nicholas replaying in your mind.

Draco was out with his father, looking for a tree to put up; it was the holidays now. You, for the first time in a while, were alone.

Nothing had made sense to you, you never thought Nicholas could act the way he did. He never got angry with you, or even frustrated. You always bragged to your friends about how patient and understanding he was; he never raised his voice- nothing. His reaction was unexpected. It scared you.

You never had struggled saying "I love you" back to him, but when you'd start to think about it; it felt wrong, unnatural.

You were deep in thought when you heard a knock at your door, Narcissa then opened and gave you a small smile. She had been very sympathetic towards you since the Nicholas incident, she wanted to find him herself and hex him for you.

"Narcissa, how are you?" You greeted. "I am doing well, I just came to check in on you, haven't seen you since breakfast." She replied.

"Oh, yeah, I'm fine," You explained, running your hands through your long hair. "Thinking about everything that happened with Nicholas."

Narcissa shook her head in disgust. "What a foul little man." Narcissa said lowly. You chuckled at her description if him. "You know, I've never known Draco to defend anyone like he did for you, he must have taken a liking to you."

You blushed at the thought. "Well, being imprisoned in a house together and all, it kinda forces you to get to know somebody. I suppose he does care for me." You said, waving your hand. Narcissa looked at you apologetically. "I'm sorry for how things started, but you now must know how things must be."

You nodded, as if you agreed. But that was a lie. Your opinions still stood strong.

"I am just suggesting that there's a chance that Draco has strong feelings for you." Your eyes widen at her. "No, Narcissa. You're funny." You chuckle as you quickly get up from your bed, dusting yourself off and straightening your blouse.

Narcissa shrugged. "I know it may seem crazy, but I know my son." Narcissa said, eyeing you. You looked back at her, as if she put you into a trance. "Well," She said after a moment, clapping her hands together. "Let's decorate for the holidays."

You and Narcissa with the help of some house-elves decorated the Manor. You both listened to Celestina Warbeck's "A Cauldron Full of Hot, Strong Love."

"Y/N, dear. I am going to get some more decorations for the Manor... I will be back soon." Narcissa said to you as she threw on her black fur coat. "Yes, Mrs. Malfoy." You said, smiling at her. She smiled back, "Narcissa." She insisted. You nodded. "Right. Narcissa, sorry."

Narcissa left, and Celestina Warbeck was still playing.

"Oh, come and stir my cauldron And if you do it right I'll boil you up some hot, strong love To keep you warm tonight To keep you warm tonight!" You sang to yourself while you were hanging up garland. "Well well, didn't know you fancied Warbeck's music." A familiar voice hummed. You jolted from fear and turned around, it was Draco.

"Draco! You scared the shit out of me!" You hissed, hitting his chest with the golden colored garland.

"Sorry, I just heard a very pretty voice." He mused. You turned around quickly before he could see the red form on your cheeks.

"You decorating?" He asked. You nodded. "Your mother went out to get more decorations." You said softly, going up on your tip-toes to hang the garland over the tall fireplace.

"Bloody-garland- so- tall." You struggled as your arms were out stretched towards the top of the fireplace. "Here, let me help." Draco said, stepping behind you, grabbing the garland from your hands. He hung the golden sparkly garland on the hooks of the fireplace.

You turned around, his body pinning you against the closed off fireplace. He looks down at you, and smiled. "D-did you find-"

"A tree?" He finished, his hands landing on your waist. "We did, father and I argued the whole time." He said, sounding annoyed. You nodded. Not abnormal for them. He flicked his wand upwards towards the ceiling. You looked up, a mistletoe formed. You blushed, without having a chance to hide it from him this time. "You know the holidays can be romantic," Draco suggested. You tilted your head with a chuckle. "Draco Malfoy being romantic? Seems unlikely." You teased.

"Oh come on, we've really gotten to know each other these past months. I've grown quite fond of you." Draco replied.

"I have grown fond of you too- it's just-" You stammered. You took a deep breathe and exhaled. "Ever since the Nicholas incident things have felt weird."

Draco's eyebrows furrowed. "He called you a whore, imagine what'd happen to you if I didn't step in." He pointed out, his hands leaving my waist, dropping by his sides. "Draco, I know but he was just mad. I mean, he expected me to leave with him."

"Did you want to?"

"No, of course not! But he's confused, probably lost." I explained, rubbing your temple with your fingers.

"You're making excuses for a man who called you a whore." Draco mumbled, now not even looking at you.

"You know, you're not exactly a peach, either. You haven't been the most pleasant roomate."

"So I'm a roommate now?"

"That's not what I meant." You sighed. Fuck, you messed everything up.

"I thought you were starting to like me." Draco hissed. "I do like you Draco, I've liked the time we've spent together I just, this has all happened so fast."

"What do you expect, Y/N? We're married!" Draco spat. "You are my wife! Mine!"

You looked at him, he was angry. "Listen. Let's forget this conversation ever happened." You begged, your hand going towards his, but he yanked his away from yours. Without another word, he turned away from you and left the room. You were all alone. Why was he all possessive all of a sudden?

The next few days were awkward between you and Draco, you both had small, short conversations.

You were up late one night, in the main living room, sipping on a glass of red wine, reading a book you snagged from the Manor library. All of a sudden, you heard some noise from down the hall. You poked your head out in the hall, and saw the door knob on you and Draco's door wiggle. It opened and you hid behind the corner of the wall. Out came a familiar face, Astoria Greengrass. You gasped. Her hair was a mess, she had visible hickeys on her neck, giggling.

"See you again?" She giggled, annoyingly you might add. "Of course, send me an owl, won't you?" Draco's voice mumbled, although you couldn't see him.

You felt your ears go hot. Astoria continued down the hall, not even bother fixing her appearance. You hid behind the corner of the wall so she couldn't see you.

After she left, and you heard the manor doors close and lock again, you made your way to your bedroom you shared with Draco.

You opened the door, he was in his boxers, laying on your unmade bed. Not only was it unmade, which was certainly not how you had left it, but it was a mess. To add on, it reeked of sex.

"Hello, Y/N." Draco said, nonchalantly. You ignored his greeting. "So this is what you do now?" You huffed. Draco smiled. It was a twisted one. "Why does it matter, Y/N? You clearly love Nicholas." He stated.

You felt your face go hot. "You asshole!" You exclaimed. Draco got up from the bed and crossed his arms. His blonde hair was a mess, you can tell it was gripped and pulled. The thought made you more angry, you weren't sure why.

"Why am I the asshole when you don't want to be with me?" Draco voiced. You did want to be with him. But you weren't supposed to. This wasn't the life you had planned in the slightest. You were supposed to be with Nicholas. You were supposed to be married to him and start a family with him. Never in your life did you plan for you to be right here, right now, married to Draco Malfoy, and be angry with him for sleeping with another woman.

"We are married!" You shouted. You were so angry, your fists were balled up, your chest heaving. "It doesn't matter! You don't love me." Draco's voice cracked. He seemed hurt, too.

"Who said I didn't want to be with you?" You questioned him. Draco looked at me. "I know you wanted to go off with Nicholas." His eyes shifted off of me. You brought your hands up to your head, tears were flooding your eyes. "I don't know why I am so upset." You sobbed out. Draco just sat there, emotionless.

"You- you don't even care. We aren't meant to be together, you were meant to be with that Greengrass girl." You sniffled. "Cleary." You added, your hand waving up and down his body that was covered with sweat, his collar bones covered with light red lipstick marks.

"I don't like Astoria." Draco mumbled out. "I just, I was bored and knew you were hung up on Nicholas, I didn't know how to feel. I was unsure if you'd ever end up wanting to be with me." Draco explained. You looked at him, you wipe your tears.

"That's ridiculous." You said quietly. Draco looked at you, a look of confusion mixed with anger creeped over his face. You noticed this, and put your hand up. "Let me explain." Draco reluctantly nodded.

"I like you, Draco. I now know Draco, the real Draco." You admitted. "You love flowers, you love to bake, well- maybe you enjoy eating baked goods more." You chuckled softly, Draco as well. "I am just so confused." You said, sitting down in the armchair near you. You rested your head in your hands.

Draco's head tilted in concern. "I wasn't supposed to be here, I thought Nicholas was the love of my life, but now he isn't anymore."

"He's not?"

I looked at Draco. "Of course not. He said he loved me, and I couldn't say it back." I admitted. Draco stepped towards me, not taking his eyes off of me.

"I don't know why, it just didn't feel like it used to. My brain didn't let me." I explained, my head still in my hands. I felt Draco's brush against my arm, I lifted my head and the platinum-blonde boy was looking up at me.

I swallowed thickly. "I like you, Draco. I like you a lot. I didn't think I would." I shook my head. He took my hand, and stood up, pulling me up with him. He sat in the armchair, and pulled me onto his lap.

I didn't care what I walked into 5 minutes ago, I sat in his lap willingly. He didn't say another word, letting me speak.

"I didn't want you to ever think I didn't like you, Draco. I love spending time with you."

"I love spending time with you, too." He softly spoke. "When I saw Nicholas pinning you against the bookshelf; I never felt so angry."

It was now your turn to listen, you took his hand in yours.

"There was something in me that was scared you wanted to go with him, or that he was going to take you. And I'd be alone again. Of course, I wasn't only worried about you being taken away would mean I'd be alone, it was that I wouldn't have you in general."

"I didn't want you to be taken away. I wanted to hex him." Draco recalled.

You took a deep breath and nodded. Your eyes wondering off to the portraits on his walls

Draco caught your attention again. "I am so sorry I slept with her."

You looked back at him. "It's okay."

He looked back up to you, his silver eyes putting you in a trance.

His free hand caressed your face. "I never wanted to hurt you."

"Draco, what are we?"

He shook his head. "Legally? Husband and Wife. Personally? Well, what do you want?" Draco asked.

"Yours." You said almost automatically. You shifted yourself to straddle him. "I would like to be yours."

Draco smiled, he cupped your face in his hands. "Sounds good to me."

Nothing happened that night. We cuddled for the first time, in bed. You could smell his cologne, and you snuggled deeper towards him. His arms held you tighter.

You weren't sure was was in the books for you two. "Could I, Y/N, really love Draco Malfoy?" You thought to yourself. You had felt safe in his arms. You knew that for sure.

Draco started to stir. It was the morning, the sun shining through. "Good morning" Draco mumbled, his voice was raspy.

It was just a little hot.

"Morning." You replied, turning towards him.

Draco deeply inhaled, his hand ran through your hair.

"I'm still very sorry."

"Draco, it's okay." You insisted, smiling up at him.

"Breakfast then?" He suggested, after five minutes of silence. You nodded.

You and Draco got dressed together, which was also for the first time. You had fallen asleep in your jeans after last night, you pulled your pants down, Draco tried not to look, trying to focus on throwing some sweatpants and a plain t-shirt on. You rumbled through your designated drawer in your dresser, and slipped on sweats of your own, combined with a matching top.

"Shall we go, then?" Draco said, holding out his hand. You took it, nodding.

Breakfast was already ready and laid out for you two, Narcissa was finishing up her plate. "Well, good morning love birds, made s bit of a ruckus, didn't you?" Narcissa asked, turning towards you both. Your breath hitched.

Draco changed the subject quickly. "What's for breakfast?"

Narcissa motioned towards the kitchen. "French toast, my dear, have a seat, both of you." Draco took a seat before I did, he patted the cushion next to his chair. I had a seat as well.

"Remmy! Plumb!" Narcissa called out. Two house elves appeared. "Get them both a plate, will you?" She demanded. "Yes madam Malfoy, on it." Remmy squeaked out, while Plumb nodded. They disappeared. "Well, I must go, children. I have a meeting to attend to." Draco's head tilted at his mother. "Meeting? For what?"

"No time to explain dear, got to go!" Narcissa quickly replied, and then apparated.

"Do you think she felt the awkward tension?" You asked, staring at the table. Draco looked at you, and you could tell he felt guilty.

"It's not your fault she doesn't know." You said, waving him off. He nodded, still with guilt.

The house elves arrived with a plate full of breakfast. French toast, eggs, and bacon.

"Imagine how it would be if we actually did, though." You shrugged.

Draco Malfoy almost choked on his French toast.

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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stepdad draco getting mad at y/n and smut after?

You little brat

Pairing: step dad draco x fem reader

Summary: your way of coping with your mother's death is not okay with your step father. I mean why sleep with little boys when you have your step dad who is sexy as hell…

Word count: 1,371

Warning: squirting, aggressive Draco, daddy kink, mentions of spit?, unprotected sex, oral [male an female receiving], fingering, degrading kink, mentions of dead parent, spanking, slut and whore are said, possessive Draco, age gap but the reader is of age and yeah I think that's it let me know if I missed anything 🙃

A/n: Sorry it took all day, today was a bit of a mess but nevertheless I wrote it!! Hope you like it Also I'm obsessed with the banner for this one 😮‍💨

You knew better than to sneak boys into your step dad's house but you did anyway, it wasn't like you'd been caught and after the first time you did it a few more times. Today your step dad was out grocery shopping for dinner which is when you'd snuck the next one in. With your door locked and your body pressed against your bed as Mike or whatever his name was thrusted into you, your headboard hitting the wall as he threw his head back groaning.

You were feeling like a sex doll as he chased his release and for a second you wondered why you were doing this until you felt that horrible ache in your chest, your mother. She had passed and you needed a way to forget, a way to feel better so you did hook-ups. This felt good or it was supposed to but it didn't, and now you were fucking people in the man's house who had opened his door for you after you'd been hurt by loss and every once and awhile you'd feel guilty but then it go as quickly as it came.

You were a grown woman who had needs, what did he expect but what you didn't expect was your step father to come back early. "Hey! [Name] the funniest thing happened. I went to the store and forgot my card!" his deep voice came booming through the manor and you moaned pushing at whoever this was chests and he halted in place, had he been that far gone? "Get up! My dad's here!" you whispered, pushing him. He looks at you in horror, grabbing his clothes.

Everyone knew Draco Malfoy and how possessive he could be over his little girl but it was too late, Draco had already started to unlock your door with his key assuming you were sleep when you didn't answer but to his surprise you were very much not sleeping, you were naked while a boy was pulling his clothes on. His eyes went to yours that held a look of panic sending you a piercing glare before looking back at the boy.

"Get the fuck out of my house or I'll lock you in my personal jail downstairs till your pissing your pants and calling your mother" the boy ran faster than he was thrusting early and you sighed. "Daddy i- ow! What are you doing?" He didn't answer because you could clearly see what he was doing. He was pulling you by your hair to the floor. You try to walk towards him to ease the pain in your scalp as you stumble. "So I go out to make us dinner, and you whore around spreading your legs for some coward?" He asked.

It's then that he drops you on your knees causing pain to shoot through you as you look up seeing him unbuckling his pants. "It's not that big of a deal, your-" he's shut you up, literally, forcing his cock into your mouth and fucking your throat. "Now, you're gonna actually listen to me and stop mouthing off" he says breathlessly, thrusting into you till your face touches his base, making you gag as drool runs down your neck to your bare breasts. "Fuck!" He hissed as you contracted around him. The room fills with your moans as you push at his thighs.

He pulls back a string of saliva the only thing connecting you as he picks you up, tossing you back on your bed. "You can't do this i-" "what? you don't want to fuck your daddy, I'm not your type" he pouts. "Sure seems like you don't really care about that, do you?" He says yanking you towards the end of the bed causing you to gasp as he pushes your legs apart holding them back so they're in the air, planting a kiss on your clit making you sigh. "But you know what I can do that they can't" he says, his breath against your wet center adding a cooling feeling.

He waits till you sit up before he finishes. "I can actually make you cum." His mouth latches onto you, licking through your folds rapidly and your head falls back with a loud moan. He smirks against you, practically making out with your pussy till your coating in spit, then pulling back to rub fast circles against your clit with his fingers. Your hips buck in need of more, he takes the hint adding two fingers into your empty hole; his lips taking the place of his digits working on your bud.

"See they didn't stretch you out properly, poor thing haven't been fucked right" he says biting down and you cry trying to pull away. "Ah, ah, ah don't run from daddy" he teased, kissing the pain away, stroking his tongue across everything that fit in his mouth, lapping up the juices as they come from you. Your body shakes violently as you arch like a back. "That's it, come on, give it to me" he says as he grabs your thighs holding them again because they were on the verge of shutting. He continues to fuck his warm tongue into your dripping cunt till your finished, slapping your face gently.

"Your not going to sleep yet darling, still wanna fill this pretty little pussy of yours" he chuckles, flipping you over, manhandling you till your Face is pressed in the mattress and your ass is up. He lowers down licking your throbbing entrance a few times causing you to relax into the bed, moaning softly. He pulls back hitting your ass cheek once watching as it jiggles from the empact before he thrust into you roughly, not giving you time to adjust as he slams his hips into yours. You grip the sheets weakly, your eyes shutting as you whine under him.

"Daddy" you call and he slaps your ass, you yelp as you shake again. "So sensitive" he teases, pulling back slowly leaving you feeling empty and clenching on nothing before bringing himself fully inside you again. His hand snakes around, grabbing you and pulling you upwards so your back is to his chest as he cuts your air short. It only adds to your pleasure to think about how he's got complete control on whether you breathe or not but he drops you as quickly as he'd picked up, letting you fall, grabbing your hips to bring them back Against his as he hits your ass again.

"Move" he says and you try to muster the strength to move against him despite feeling like you're gonna collapse while your body spasms from the intense pleasure. "Come on you little slut, you had all that mouth till you got an actual man's cock in you" he says and you just whine. "Pathetic" he scoffs, taking control of your twitching body, thrusting into you while you roll your hips back against his as they come forward. "Daddy I need to cum!" You cry out desperately and he hums in thought.

"No" he says before quickening his pace and you sob probably being heard through the giant house. "But" "I said no! you'll cum when I want you to. Do as you are told and take it!" he says and you can barely hold yourself together. Draco basically has to hold you both together because you've gone almost limp. He thrust into you with long strokes, rubbing his veiny cock against your battered walls. He's grown sloppy and begins rocking into you faster while planting kisses to your back. His hand moves down, toying with your button. You lay there only letting out quiet cries now.

"You can let go now princess" he says as his own climax approaches. He's gone haywire biting your skin, groaning and muttering how good you feel. Your whole body tenses as you clench around him and he groans loudly. "Oh my god, Draco" you wail squirting all on him and your thighs. He follows suit filling you full of him, thrusting a few more times falling on top of you. His breath kisses your skin before he lays beside you. Your eyes shut from exhaustion only seeing his Blue ones.

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whorecrux-of-slytherin · 1 month

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Draco Malfoy x y/n (Slytherin Reader) one shot

SUMMARY: Draco relentlessly flirts with y/n even if it annoys her.

WARNING: none other than the fact that this is not proof read.

It was late afternoon after lunch break and Y/n was noting down points on a piece of parchment while professor Prof.Binns went on droning about the 'Medieval Assembly of European Wizards'. Most students find History of Magic to be exasperating but it's mostly because of Prof.Binn's teaching techniques.

Regardless of how boring it may seem, y/n makes it a point to give her 100% in class. She was concentrating so sincerely that she failed to notice a certain platinum haired boy glancing her way every few minutes. As the class went on, Prof. Binns decided to halt the lecture to let the students read and review the material before proceeding further . As she continued to read through her textbook, a charmed paper swan flew over her head and landed right on the page she was reading. She looked up and around to see who levitated it towards her and saw the group of infamous Slytherins laughing- Malfoy, Zabini, Parkinson , Nott, Crabbe and Goyle. She immediately knew it was their doing. Draco was waiting for her to look in his direction and now that she did he winked at her and shouted across the class " go on darling, read it" ; only for his friends to howl and make funny noises. Y/n got irritated so she rolled her eyes at him and grabbed the paper swan to crush it into a paper ball and chuck it at him. Soon the class ended but only after Prof.Binns had given them an essay as homework.

Y/n slung her bag on her shoulder and carried her extra books with her arms & exited the classroom to head to the courtyard since it was her last lecture of the day. Draco immediately followed her out of the class to catch up and annoy her. "Uff, that looks heavy; lemme carry them for you sweetheart" he tries to snatch the books in her arms. Y/n gets irritated " Don't you have somebody else to bother Malfoy?". "Actually, I do but you're far more interesting and also pretty cute to look at" he replies with a grin and tries to snatch her books again. This time y/n stops in her tracks and pulls Draco down by his tie to look into his eyes "Back off Draco". This makes him grin wider and he lets out a whistle while looking her up and down " ooh... feisty". Y/n blushes at the action and immediately releases his tie and walks away while Draco just stands there grinning like a fool in satisfaction.

Later that night y/n entered back in the Slytherin common room after having finished with her dinner and decided to sit on one of the couches near the fireplace. She was reading a magazine that she found on one of the coffee tables when she felt the couch sink beside her and an arm around the back of the sofa where she sat. She immediately recognised who it was just by the smell of expensive cologne. " What do you want now Malfoy?" she said without looking up from the page. "What? Can I not just spend some time trying to make acquaintances with fellow house mates?" he mockingly replied. Y/n decided to ignore him altogether and Draco got the hint but he wasn't satisfied with the interaction just yet, so he started to play with her hair. This made y/n's blood boil and she swatted his hand away and he let out a chortle. "You have nice hair" he said. "Oh why thank you Mr.Malfoy. It's an honour to get complimented by the ferret boy with slimey hair" she replied with a sarcastic smile. Draco pulled a face at this but laughed it off. Y/n shut the magazine and stood up and walked towards the stairs leading to the girl's dormitories when she heard "Goodnight darling!". She turned the corner as she secretly smiled at his antics and yelled back "Goodnight ferret boy!"

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trinimalfoyyy · 8 months

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Father Malfoy- a D.M. SMUT

Synopsis: Father Malfoy shows you what biblical duties truly mean when he finds out about your engagement

Warnings: 18+ (abusive relationship, praise kink, domination, derogatory names + language, unprotected sex, cheating, restraining, power play?) religious themes

PLEASE NOTE: THIS IS INSPIRED BY ANOTHER FIC ON A03 SO INSPIRATION/SIMILARITY COMES FROM THEM <3 (@Cuntoid so give them some love)

A/N: I’m backkk my little devils ;))

“It won’t change anything.”

You stare at the ground, kicking your foot in an anxious manner. Absentmindedly chewing on your fingernails as you try very hard to avoid eye contact with the person in front of you. The words repeatedly stuck in your head made you furrow your eyebrows.

“It could change a lot.”

You hear no response and take it to finally break the long eye contact with the ground to stare into his cold, lifeless, grey orbs. He’s sitting back in his chair, leg crossed onto the other yet they are still spread apart enough to see his body. One hand covers his mouth and he stares back at you hardly even blinking.

“A ring won’t undo your sins, let alone playing pretend as his wife won’t make you any less of a whore.”

The sun peeks through the curtains and lands upon the diamond ring that envelops your finger. His eyes trail down towards the ring, and you can see his jaw tense and his eyes grow in fever. Your eyes follow his to the same destination. The rainbow shadows dance along the room, and a prism of light hits his eyes just right.

"Isn't jealousy a sin, Father?"

He scoffs aloud, breaking your trance from the ring and back into his familiar eyes. "What could I possibly be jealous of? That ring may show onlookers you are claimed, but how are you even claimed? Mentally? Hardly. Spiritually?" He pauses, and the sound of your heart thumps so loud it makes the hairs on your body sit upright. "I know you aren't claimed physically, for what you wear when you visit me states otherwise doesn't it?"

You shift in your seat, not because you are nervous, no, because you know he's right. The skirts and dresses you wear make it more accessible for him. However, recently, the length begs the question of how accessible you want it to be.

He straightens his posture, folds his hands on the desk, and awaits your rebuttal, knowing it is in vain.

"I love him."

" I never said you didn't love him. I'm simply stating your sins and how they contribute to making you a whore."

You suck in a breath and try to rack that brain of a way to respond to him but to no avail. You come up with no words and soon the real anxiety sets in.

He slowly gets up and rounds his desk, stopping next to you before kneeling. Even on one knee, his figure looms over you, powers over you. His long fingers mindless dance upon your arm as his eyes reach deep into yours.

"You sound jealous...incredibly jealous."

"Yet, you come here and seek refugee in my warmth. Find ways to pay for your sins. To worship me. I know what you need, and your soon-to-be husband won't ever know you like I do."

He licks his lips and shows his canines--causing you to grip the chair. His eyes dip down to watch your motions before slowly reaching your eyes again. His hot breath tickles your arms, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"If you were some unimportant whore from the streets, I'd congratulate you. But I've tasted...felt how your warm flesh sends me an invitation to my own demise."

The hand that laid beside him now creeps upon your thigh, making you spread your legs all without breaking focus. You suck a moan when his slender fingers reach your entrance to rub a delicious movement against your bare core but it never reaches where you wish it would. He’s teasing you, showing you how he owns you through simple games.

"Does his touch affect you so? Does a simple touch from him make you spread your legs? Does it?" You nod a no weakly, and his eyes swirl with pride. Your hand grips the chair even harder, and his teeth come into contact with your plush thighs. Nail indents would be left over from how hard his nails dug into you. Claiming you. Marking you up for him. Only him.

His hot tongue draws circles in the inner of your thighs. Right now, your heart is felt between your legs, and your mouth is watered from the attention you are receiving. You yelp as his teeth nip and bite, leaving hard marks just to go over them with his tongue.

You could feel how wet you were and almost taste it in your mouth. The smell flooded the room as his head neared your aching entrance. Butterflies filled your stomach so that your toes could curl. With little strength, you call out his name.

"F-Father."

His name was so breathy it hardly was heard. It was a mere whisper, yet it tore his actions to a halt as he looked up through his lids.

"Get up."

His voice echoed in your head as his warmth left your cold body. He waited for you to listen to him, and with shaky legs you stood up just like he asked. His nails dig shape as he pulls you around the desk, grabbing the back of your hair to drop you down.

The cold wood made your feverous body shiver as your hands scrambled to find something to hold onto. You swear you could feel the wood vibrate from how fast your heart was thumping. Cold fingers touched your waist and made you shiver from the sensation.

Suddenly you feel thankful to be at the desk and to have something hold your weak body up. "Does he ever take you on furniture or is the bed the only salvation you have encountered?"

"He...He wants to save it till marriage."

A hum followed by a pause. Another pause passes before he answers you.

"He hasn't even taken a bite out of the forbidden fruit? But, instead, he awaits it like a present wrapped in a neat little bow? Does he know I have tasted your nectar or that you aren't as innocent as you claim?"

"He doesn't know, Draco."

A harsh pull of your hair has you choking on air as he pulls your head back to the point of snapping it. His face nears yours as he growls in your ear.

"You will call me by my rightful name!"

His once cool grey eyes have daggers embedded deep within as he stares you down. Tears blur your vision as you try to answer the man but all words become gargled. Instead, you let out a whimper to signal how sorry you were to disrespect him.

His warm tongue darts from behind his canines and he licks a strip up your jugular. His other hand reaches down your dress to twist your now rock-hard nipple. A moan escapes your throat and his iron-clad grip slowly lets go of your hair.

"Apologize for your mistake slut."

"I'm-I'm sorry Father..."

A finger dances along your spine and reaches your dress before he hikes the material high enough to show him what he wants to see. Your fingers grip the desk harder in anticipation of what is to come next.

"No panties underneath? My my what a true common whore you really are!"

A brush against your now-exposed entrance has your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Rubbing through your folds, he groans at the sight of what truly wet with desire you are. A gasp and an arch in the back as his finger enters till his cold ring reaches your hole.

"Fuck...so wet for me aren't you?"

You nod so quick that your brain can't register what he actually said. The feeling was too good--the pumping action builds a band inside of you. Just a little more and it would break.

But the feeling stops suddenly as you clench around nothing. A pout reaches your features but turns back into pleasure at the sound of a belt.

His belt buckle snaps with such a delicious sound you swear you can feel it. A tap is felt on one of your cheeks and you spread your legs farther without a word even being said.

"Good girl...beg me for it."

"Please, Father! Please! Plea-oh!"

A quick slam of his thick cock has your pelvis squashed up against the wood in a painful movement. He sets out a quick pace, one that has you moaning and babbling incoherent words. Sharp quick thrusts soon turn into pleasure as your body shapes around him perfectly.

"Look at how quick your body adjusted for me. Only I can make your body twitch and shake. Let me make you mine. Let me fill you up completely."

His groans intertwine with your moans as his hand finds your neck and squeezes it. This makes you clench around him and you hear a sharp intake of air enter his lips.

His grip falters on your neck but he makes up for it by shoving his fingers deep in your mouth. His fingers fill up your mouth as much as his cock does. Salvia drips down into a puddle on the desk.

The hand on your waist is so tight you know a bruise will develop later. You could care less in fact, with the way his cock brushing your stomach makes you feel drunk. His thrusts become more erratic and that shakes the desk. He chases after his own high and could feel how close you were getting to yours.

He stops his motions and snatches his fingers from your warm mouth. His hands grip your sides and flip you on your back. You scream out as his cock slams back into you. You watch the sweat drip from his forehead as he ruts so hard.

The grip around your neck is back but much greater. You can hardly breathe and spots line your vision.

"Tell me how good it feels."

You babble words and sounds as you can feel the band starting to break. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and your legs shake with intensity.

"Yes, milk my cock! Let me fill that womb and see how fruitful you are in return."

Tears form in the corner of your eyes as his thrusts hit your now sensitive body. His thumb enters your mouth and he moans as you take in it.

Soon his thrusts become sloppy and you know how close he is. His eyebrows furrow together and his head is thrown back as he shoots white thick ropes inside your gummy walls.

His cock twitches as he rides his high, slowing down in the process. He slowly takes out his white-painted member before getting back dressed. He remains his composure and looks as if he didn't commit a sin just now. He looks back at you and then down to see his efforts drip down onto the desk.

He scoops it back up before plugging your hole with his fingers. You look up at him confused.

"We wouldn't want my efforts to just end up on the desk. No, it must stay inside you." He hums in agreement.

"What would your husband think if you were to get pregnant from my seed?" You look at him through half-lidded eyes too tired to even move.

"Would he be mad? Pissed? Surprised even?" Tears prick your eyes as you listen to him talk.

"Don't cry little dove. I have big plans for you. Very big indeed."

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tealeafgrimm · 2 years

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Gone

Draco Malfoy x Reader Words: 1.1k Summary: Draco doesn't come home after work and you are worried that something has happened to him. The more you search, the more worried you become.

The day had been far too long again and you could hardly wait to throw yourself onto the sofa and enjoy the evening with your boyfriend. But when you closed the door behind you, you noticed the silence. It was Friday and that actually meant that Draco was supposed to be home before you. Usually there was a ready-made dinner waiting for you that day.

You put your bag and jacket down at the wardrobe and went into the kitchen. No sign of Draco, or that he had even been home yet.

"Draco?" No answer. You couldn't find him in your study either. Perhaps something had delayed him at the Ministry and he had to work late today? You knew he had been busy lately. Shrugging your shoulders, you decided to prepare dinner. Maybe he would be in by the time you were done, otherwise you would wait for him.

The food had been sitting on the table in front of you for almost an hour and there was still no sign of Draco. It had become dark outside and your worries grew with every second you had to wait.

Another half hour you waited nervously. You decided to look for him yourself. Maybe something had happened to him?

You took your jacket from the coat hook and decided to check on him in the ministry first. As you expected, the ministry was empty. Most ministry officials went home early on a Friday, only a few workerholics spent their Friday evenings here.

The lift ride took what felt like an eternity. Nervously you tapped your fingertips against the side of the lift. When the lift stopped, you almost ran down the corridor until you stopped in front of Draco's office.

The door was open, but the light was off and his desk was tidy. He had definitely kept to his normal closing time. But where was he? Why hadn't he come home? Why hadn't he told you he was running late? Where was he? He hadn't said anything about going to see a friend. Maybe he was with his parents? With one last look at the deserted office, you made your way to the exit of the ministry.

As soon as you reached the streets of London again, you apparated to the gates of Malfoy Manor. You didn't like it here very much, but if it meant you would know where Draco was, that was fine with you. You had never got on very well with Draco's parents and were happy to spend as little time as possible with Lucius and Narcissa. You simply didn't share their views on the blood status of magical people and even though they had been much more careful in their statements since the end of the war, you knew that deep down they still held the old views.

With quick steps you walked up the pebbled path that led to the front door of the large mansion. After a few knocks, the door opened and a little old house elf opened the door for you.

"Ms. Y/L/N, what an honour to welcome you," the little creature chirped, bowing until his nose touched the floor.

"Eh...thank you? Are Mr. And Mrs. Malfoy home?" you asked impatiently, stepping from one foot to the other.

"Certainly. Come along, I'll take you to them."

Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy were sitting in front of a fireplace when you entered the room. But you didn't see Draco anywhere.

"Y/N, how nice to see you," Narcissa spoke and rose from her chair. Even though she wore a smile on her lips, you knew she wasn't really excited to see you. Especially not when her son was not with you.

"Good evening. I don't mean to intrude. I just wanted to know if Draco might have stopped by your house after work today? He didn't come home and I'm worried. I thought maybe he came to see you?" You struggled to keep your emotions under control. You didn't want to panic, especially in front of his parents.

"No, he hasn't been here today. But, if I were you, I wouldn't worry too much. Maybe he just wanted some distance," Narcissa answered you with a mischievous smile. You knew the distance was meant for your personality.

"Okay, well, I just wanted to ask. Have a good evening." With quick steps you left the house. You felt like you couldn't breathe and the oppressive atmosphere in Malfoy Manor, did nothing to improve your situation.

Back in your flat, you burst into tears. What were you supposed to do? What if something had really happened to him? Crying and sobbing, you sat on the couch and feverishly wondered where else he could be.

It was already after midnight when you heard the front door open. And not two seconds later, Draco was standing in front of you. Without thinking, you fell around his neck.

"It's midnight, where the hell have you been?" you shouted, drumming your fists against his chest.

All you got in reply was an annoyed grunt and an eye roll. Your blood began to boil. How could he show up here after you had been so worried and roll his eyes.

"I don't owe you an explanation."

"Do you actually know how worried I was? I thought you'd be home by the time I got here and you weren't. I waited and waited. I went to the Ministry. I even went to see your parents. And I couldn't find you anywhere!" Your voice grew louder with each word until you shouted at him in the end.

"I just had a rubbish day, okay? I just needed to get out and clear my head," Draco finally replied. Apparently he realised how much you had been worrying, because only now did he realise how red and swollen your eyes were.

"You can't just leave without saying anything. What if something had happened to you and I hadn't known? I don't mind if you need time to yourself, but you have to at least tell me."

The tension of the day fell away from you and you burst into tears again. The guilty conscience set in with Draco. It hadn't been his intention to stress you out like that. His colleagues had simply driven him up the wall and he didn't want to take his thick air out on you, so he had left. But now he realised that his well-intentioned behaviour had had exactly the opposite effect.

"I'm sorry, come here." He pulled you close and stroked your hair.

"I didn't want you to worry. I'm fine, okay?" he asked you, brushing the tears from your cheek. You could only nod.

"Next time I'll let you know where I am. I'm really sorry."

"Your food got cold," you whispered in reply. Draco laughed.

"I think that's really the least of our problems. It's late, we should go to bed and tomorrow we'll do something together, okay?"

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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nebulablakemurphy · 7 months

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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 8)

Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished. Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding use of the imperius curse, discussions of trauma and mental illness; reader discretion advised.

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Their book is well received, all things considered.

Rosanna is meant to return to the Holyhead Harpies shortly after the birth of their second daughter, Arlo. A perfect little girl, with her mother’s strawberry blonde hair and her father’s eyes. At her pregame assessment, the on call doctor determines that she is expecting... twins.

Draco is overjoyed. Rosanna is overwhelmed.

She isn’t snippy, they don’t fight; she just sort of skates along. Like there is no fire left in her.

That afternoon, Draco leaves, with a kiss to the top of her head. “I love you, darling. I’ll see you later.”

“Love you.” She pats the side of his face. “Have fun.”

Instead of heading to lunch with Pansy and Blaise, like he’d told her; Draco sets off to have lunch at the ministry.

He is welcomed into Archer McVay’s office with open arms. “How are you, Draco? Long time no see.”

Rosanna and Draco have made themselves scarce, upon returning to the manor. Neither of their parents have seen much of them or their grandchildren.

“I’m alright. Thank you for meeting with me.”

Archer can see the distress scrawled across his son-in-law’s features. “You look like something is troubling you. Please, take a seat.”

Draco sits in the chair opposite Rosanna’s father. "I feel quite awful, coming to you like this." He begins fidgeting with his shirt collar, feeling constricted in the material. "Our marriage is sacred, I hate to betray her trust. But I don't know what else to do."

"I'd like to help." Archer leans forward. "If it makes you feel any better Ron, Hermione and Harry beat you to it. They were in my office about a week ago, expressing their concerns."

"What did they say?" Draco shifts.

"They thought she 'looked ill, not at all like herself and like she hadn't slept in a fortnight.'" The older man explains.

Draco can deduce which member of the trio had made each comment. "She's been having night terrors, nearly every night. She doesn't want to sleep because of it. Rosanna is an amazing mother, the girls haven't noticed a difference. But I worry, she's quite literally running herself into the ground. I've tried all I can think of," Draco sighs. "But everything that used to help is only taking the edge off."

"Have you ever heard of post traumatic stress disorder?" Archer removes his glasses, running his fingers down the bridge of his nose.

“No.”

"She's not alone, it's very common. I won't name names, but more than one of her close friends suffer from it as well." But it's not his story to tell.

"What happens...if she has it?" Draco asks, nervously.

"The first step is to have an assessment by a professional. But generally speaking, she would go to therapy, maybe they'll prescribe a potion for her to take. Everything is done on a case by case basis, so any care she receives will be especially tailored for Rosanna." The older man explains, patiently.

"But if this is, the stress disorder, from the war. Why hasn’t it happened before?" It's been years since the war, years of happiness.

"Everyone is different. Something might have triggered it, or maybe things are resurfacing that her mind may have repressed. I would talk to her, son. Have you tried that?" Archer asks.

"I don't want to upset her." Draco runs a finger over his wedding ring. "With the pregnancy and the girls-"

"That's exactly why you should get her the help she needs. She'll be grateful to you in the long run, if not right away."

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Narcissa and Lucius began building a mansion on the empty land of the Malfoy property, shortly after Leo was born. They left the manor to Draco and Rosanna before standing trial for their crimes, just in case.

Lucius had served just a year and Narcissa avoided detention all together. Using her husband's sentence to complete their new home.

Subsequently, Draco's childhood home received its own drastic make over. He marveled at the way they made it theirs. With colorful paint and curtains to properly see the sun. A small, intimate, table for family dinners, cooking supplies, music, and most importantly; with love. It is everything he dreamed it would be.

Draco enters the manor, soft humming greets his ears. He follows the tune, Rosanna and the girls are in the sitting room. His wife seated at the rear, Leo in the middle, Arlo at the front, wriggling with her doll in hand.

Ro runs the brush over Leo's platinum locks as the four and a half year old does the same for her little sister.

"Hello loves." Draco greets, quietly, not wanting to startle them.

"Daddy!" Leo waves, making no move to break away from the chain.

Arlo shrieks, toddling over to him. He catches the eleven month old in his arms.

Rosanna taps her oldest daughter's shoulder, signaling that she's finished her braid. Lovingly running her fingers over the plait, before Leo charges her father.

"Oof," Draco huffs, when she collides with him. Tangling her limbs around one of his legs and holding fast. Like an animal to a tree; giggling wildly all the while.

Rosanna smiles, pushing soft waves behind her ear. Dark circles, under tired brown eyes, she is still the most beautiful woman he's ever laid eyes on. "How was lunch? Blaise and Pansy good?"

"Quite well." Draco grins, feeling guilty for lying. "How are you feeling, darling? Were these two behaving for you?" He turns his eyes to his daughters.

"Perfect angels," Rosanna yawns.

"You should take a rest, I'll fix dinner after a while." Draco steps toward her, Leo still affixed to his limb, Arlo in his arms.

Rosanna shakes her head, "I'm fine."

"Alright," he doesn't push. "Shall we put on a movie then? Have some popcorn?"

"Yes, Beauty and the Beast!" Leo demands.

"Again?" Rosanna laughs, that's the fourth time this week.

"It's my favorite, Mummy." Leo has an American drawl on about sixty percent of her vocabulary. But Rosanna has always been Mummy instead of Mommy.

"Clearly." Draco chuckles, indulgently.

"I'll go pop the corn." Ro pushes herself to her feet.

Arlo and Leo are engrossed in the film when Draco peeks over. Rosanna sound asleep, Leo moves to Draco's opposite side as her mother begins to snore.

"Why is Mummy so sleepy?" The little girl wonders, looking up at her father with wide, brown, eyes.

"Growing babies in your belly is hard work," Draco explains, tapping her nose.

"Did I make her tired?" Leo wonders, turning to mother. Arlo is still cuddled up against Rosanna, little head resting on her chest, contently.

"Just a bit." Draco admits.

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As they ready for bed, Draco notices how Ro hesitates to climb onto the mattress. She stalls as long as she can, fumbling around in her jewelry box.

"Love?" He calls her attention.

"Hmm?" She forces a grin, crawling beneath the covers, she's been caught.

"Can I talk to you about something?" Draco sets his book aside.

"Sure," she settles, back against the headboard, "what's up?" Brown eyes fall on him.

"How would you feel about talking to someone about, your night terrors?" He moves his hands to her hair, releasing it from the bun she's twisted it into.

"Oh," she snaps her mouth shut. "It's nothing."

"But it is..." He hesitates, "I'm worried, sweetheart."

"Ok," Rosanna is taken aback and maybe a bit defensive. Pulling away from his touch.

"I can make some calls, find someone. All you'd have to do is show up." Draco drops his arms to his lap.

"And bare my soul to a stranger," she adds, bitterly. "What if something is wrong with me?"

"Nothing's wrong with you." Draco says, becoming perturbed. "Even if there were, you won't face it alone."

"Would you go too?" Rosanna wonders.

'I will love you more than any obstacle that stands in our path. I will love you more than any battle we may face. I will love you more than you have ever been loved. I will pull you back to me, if ever the universe tears us apart.' Those are the words he'd whispered against her flushed skin on their marriage bed. That is the promise he intends to keep, all his life, "consider it done."

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Rosanna's first appointment is that Monday, following her dress fitting for Ron and Hermione's upcoming nuptials.

"Do you think you'll be pregnant again next spring?" Hermione asks as the seamstress takes Rosanna's measurements.

"That's a good question." They hadn't discussed it yet.

"Are you holding out for a boy?" Hermione says, playfully. Rosanna's children are a joy, she can have however many she likes, as far as Hermione's concerned.

They hadn't really been 'trying' for either gender. They agreed to a large family. Both being only children left them wanting siblings for their kids.

"I'd like a boy," Rosanna confesses, a little Draco. "But I'll be just as happy with all girls."

"Have you thought anymore about the open position at the Wizengamot?" Hermione wonders, when she heard about the job, Rosanna was the first person to come to mind. "They've been looking for a Legilimen for a while. I know you'd be brilliant-"

"Can I ask you something?" The words tumble from Rosanna's mouth.

"Anything." Hermione crosses her legs, setting her wedding agenda aside.

"Did you ever have...problems, after?"

Hermione meets her eyes in the mirror, twirling the modest, round, diamond ring, Ron proposed with, around her finger.

"Ron, Harry and I...we really went through it. Not to say you didn't! Well, I've read your book and- What I'm trying to say is I think that we all-" Hermione stumbles around for the proper verbiage.

"We're all a little fucked up?" Rosanna offers.

"For lack of a better term, yes. There's no shame in getting help if you need, but there is shame in knowing you need help and ignoring it." Hermione remembers having a similar conversation with her fiancé. "Ron struggles a bit more than I do. But we both see a counselor, it's loads better; talking it out with someone. Sorting through everything, you'll feel better."

"Draco said he'll go too, separately and together. I just don't understand why all of the sudden I can’t sleep without-" Rosanna breaks off, looking down at her feet; because she can barely stomach the sight of Hermione.

"What is it, Ro?" Hermione demands.

Rosanna shakes her head.

Hermione's mouth twists into a smirk, masking her disappointment. "We used to share everything, now you avoid me like the plague. It was nearly impossible to get you here. If you don't mind, I'd like to know what I've done.”

"You didn't do anything. I did." Rosanna replies, quietly.

"What are you on about, Rosanna?" Hermione is officially concerned. "You’re not making any sense."

"I can still hear you screaming. I can hear Ron, in the basement.” Rosanna breaks off to collect herself. "Losing his mind, trying to get to you. And I sit there, on the nice comfortable bed, in the nice comfortable house; being celebrated for conceiving a child that I never really had any part in creating. I don't know what to do. Because if I attack Bellatrix, and I hesitate, or if something doesn't go as planned; then she'll kill you and Ron. She'll call Voldemort and he'll kill Harry. So I sit there, and I do nothing." The blonde shakes her head in frustration.

"You did do something. You summoned Dobby and got us out of there. You pulled the only card you were sure they'd care more about than letting us go. You lied about knowing it was us. You pretended something was wrong with Leo to get us out. You did everything you could. I might not be standing here today if you didn't think fast and use your resources." Hermione comes to stand aside of Rosanna, the seamstress having long disappeared.

"I'm sorry," Rosanna covers the inside of Hermione's left forearm, where 'Mudblood' is scarred on her skin. She often does the same to Draco's mark, almost as if she were trying to absorb some of the pain from the marking itself.

"This is not your fault." Hermione puts her hand over Rosanna's. "Please don't think I blame you for a second. No one blames you. When you cast the healing charm...in that moment, it meant everything to me. I struggled with leaving you there, we all did for years. You were our friend and we just...left you." Hermione's voice breaks.

"You couldn't take me with you. You couldn't get to me, even if you wanted too. There wasn't enough time." Rosanna shakes her head. "There was no reason for you to feel guilty all this time."

"Spoken like a true hypocrite." Hermione cocks her head to the side.

Rosanna bumps Hermione's arm.

“I want us to be close again, Rosanna. Next time there’s something going on, you tell me straight away.” Hermione chides her. “I miss my best friend.”

“I miss you too.”

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Rosanna is not pregnant at Ron and Hermione's wedding. After the birth of their twin daughters, Vega and Polaris, they have their hands full. Draco and Rosanna are out manned, two to one. Both grateful they decided to attend counseling. Their relationship, as well as their mental health, has improved tremendously.

"I can't believe you guys are married," Rosanna laughs, full, happy, and thoroughly intoxicated by the alcohol she's consumed.

They lie horizontally, shoulder to shoulder. Ron and Hermione in the middle, Rosanna and Harry at either end, staring up at the spinning ceiling.

"Can't believe you married Malfoy." Ron remarks, no heat in his voice.

"I can't believe Harry hasn't married Ginny yet." Hermione tacks on, squeezing her husband's entwined fingers.

"I can't believe we all made it here." Harry confesses, he's a depressing drunk.

"Way to kill the mood." Rosanna rolls up onto her left elbow, addressing him over the newly wed couple.

"Are you taking the mickey, Malfoy?" Harry laughs.

"Scared, Potter?” Rosanna cocks a brow.

"Enough,” Draco protests, from the doorway. "That's my line." He reaches for his wife’s hand.

"Oh no, he’s found us." Ron groans.

"Don't take her,” Harry frowns.

"We're having a proper cuddle." Hermione pulls Rosanna against her side.

Draco squares his shoulders. "She's my wife, therefore she'll only be cuddling me from now on."

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Draco and Rosanna attend eight more weddings in a matter of two years, which is more inspiring than not. Like the world is finally starting to heal itself.

Harry and Ginny have a son, James, he's perfect, a spitting image of his father.

After all the years of being cordial, Draco is still hesitant to hold the newest Potter.

"Potter doesn't want me holding his boy." He shakes his blonde head, as Rosanna attempts to hand James over.

"Go on Malfoy, you should be a pro by now." Ginny says in good spirits, despite being slightly sleep deprived.

"I am a bloody pro. But I've never held my former nemesis' offspring, it's a bit different." Draco teases, allowing Rosanna to ease the infant into his arms.

"Look how sweet he is." Rosanna coos, stroking the baby's dark hair.

Leo is fascinated by the little boy. Being the oldest she's always been rather maternal to her younger sisters.

Arlo peaks over the blankets as Rosanna lifts up the identical, platinum blonde, blue eyed twins, for a better view.

Vega points.

Polaris giggles as James wiggles a bit in the blankets and passes gas.

"I think your kid's having a poo on me." Draco scoffs, at the irony of it all.

"Well done, son." Harry chuckles, kissing Ginny's forehead.

Draco turns to Ro, "when are you going to give me another one of these?" He nods to the baby in his arms.

"I thought we were done." Rosanna nearly chokes on her own saliva.

"As many as you'll give me." He murmurs, the baby nuzzling him. Surrounded by his daughters, his wife and dare he say their friends; Draco is the happiest he's ever been.

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Rosanna didn’t take the position at the Wizengamot when it was first mentioned to her, she needed to get her mind right. But when the job reopens, she all but pounces on it.

The team is thrilled to have her, she works interrogations and makes their job very easy.

Her position opens doors for Draco within the ministry. He trains under Harry Potter himself and becomes one of the most prestigious aurors the ministry has ever seen. Even still, he's never truly trusted or accepted by a handful of his colleagues.

Rosanna sneaks into his office on her lunch break, decorating the room in baby blue confetti. A bottle with a howler slipped inside sits on his pristine desk.

They'd waited until birth to learn the genders of their other children. But this is to be their last and Ro was dying to know. So at the appointment to confirm her pregnancy, she finds out.

"We're having a boy!" Draco nearly faints, once the card delivers the news.

He reaches out, stroking the blue confetti at the edge of his desk. A son...he is having a son. His heart leaps and then tightens, painfully. This is far different from daughters.

People look at them and see their mother, kindness and bravery and light. People will look at their son and see him, cowardice, cruelty and dark. What a terrible fate to condemn a child.

Then again, the bond Draco has with his mother is second only to that of his wife and children. To be the only son in a family of daughters, to be his mother's boy... Loved all his days with an affection meant just for him, their son; sung to sleep each night with a tenderness only Rosanna could give. To know the adoration and wisdom of his father without boundaries. To have a proper father... what a beautiful gift to bestow a child.

Part 9

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prttydolls · 2 years

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unexpected surrogate : ̗̀➛ draco malfoy

sypnosis : you were inlove with him, but all you were to him was a surrogate.

warning(s) : mentions of infertility, short smut, giving birth, children. i think thats all!

authors note : tysm @n0agranger for helping me pick a fic that i could write 🤍

draco lucius malfoy.

the boy you love.

the boy you chased for many years.

the boy who is your best friend since you were a child.

you loved draco with your whole life, platonically and romantically ever since you met him you just fell Inlove with his soft blonde hair, sharp facial features, gorgeous grey mesmerising eyes.

draco was the man of your dreams.

it was like a happy fairy tale, well until that very day.

you were sitting in your dorm, reading a transfiguration book sinking into its words and letters when suddenly draco barged in.

you look at up, and looked back at your book. “theres this new thing called knocking drac.” you pointed out. draco didn't seem amuse with your joke, instead he sat down next to you bouncing his thigh.

he looked really happy.

you wondered what was he so happy about? did he finally ruin harryʼs life? did his father give him the broom he had been asking for?

these assumptions came into your brain.

you decided to just ask him, to cut to the chase. “Alright, why are you smiling like a child who found a candy pile?”

draco took a deep breath and looked at you once more with giddy eyes, you wanted to kiss that happy smile of his.

“im dating astoria greengrass!”

what. the. fuck.

you look at him with shock, mouths agape. why is he dating astoria greengrass? couldn't he see that he had you?

you faked choking on your own saliva “w-what?” you asked, "im dating astoria greengrass you idiot, i cant believe im dating the prettiest girl in the school!” he fawned over the brunette.

well, he wasnt wrong about her being the prettiest girl she was drop dead gorgeous. a perfect body image, pretty face, long wavy brown hair, and a good reputation.

but why didn't draco see that your also the same as Astoria, you had parents with high ranking positions in the ministry, rich, good reputaion and a pretty face.

why cant he?

hes too blinded by her, astoria.

you felt like utter shit, you wanted to slap draco and cry until you felt weak.

but you didn't.

you just smiled and listen, nodding at what draco said but on the inside you heart was broken now, and draco didnt even know he was the one who broke it.

years and years passed, you saw how draco fell inlove with astoria even more and more. hell! they even got married and you still didn't move on from draco, you didn't wanna be with another man while you clearly know that your heart belongs to draco, and draco alone.

you still maintained a perfect friendship with draco still, you both saw eachother often.

you had an okay relationship with astoria, but you cant help but feel she's jealous of you and dracos friendship.

you were sitting at your sofa, drinking a cup of hot cocoa and suddenly you got an owl flying through your window.

you saw it was from narcissa, what could she want? you opened the envelope with gold embroidered on it (a/n: ugh narcissa is so fancy 😌)

dear y/n,

please come to the manor at once, your parents are here and we must discuss something important.

from, narcissa malfoy

you quickly grab afew essentials, your muggle phone, keys, and your want. with that, you left to apparate to the malfoy manor.

you felt dizzy as your feet came in contact with the ground, it felt like years since you last came to the malfoy manor. everything had changed.

you knocked at the door to see their house elf, corby. “good afternoon young ms y/l/n! your parents are at the study room, may i have your bag?” corby greeted, after all these years the malfoys still own elves.

“good afternoon corby, no thank you. thank you for telling me where are my parents are.” you thanked the pointy nosed creature and left.

when you entered the room you saw a crying astoria, in dracos arms and a reallt strict looking narcisss and lucius looking at astoria. then theres your parents at the side, looking concerned at the couple.

“hi everyone...” you greeted everyone in the room awkwardly, narcissa looked happy to see you and quickly sat up and gave you a warm embrace, narcissa personally thinks that you and draco should've ended together, since astoria was kinda snobby towards narcissa.

“oh y/n dear! we have some bad news...”

draco looked up at you amd smiled warmly, but astoria took a look at his face and slapped his arm.

narcissa and lucius began to explain to you that astoria couldn't bare a child since, a unkown blood curse she had developed when she was a child. the malfoys needed a new heir, a grand child.

“will you be our surrogate y/n? your parents agree, we just need you to agree.”

you thought for a moment, why did they chose out of all people.. why did they choose you? couldn't they just adopt a child?

“hm, why can't they adopt a child though?” you questioned, lucius quickly responded and said ; “well, we did thought about about adoption but it wouldn't be by blood meaning the malfoy line would be ruined over a stupid adoption, so we need it by blood meaning draco will be sleeping with you, we need the child to be atleast related to ”

. . .

you took a look at your parents, and they gave you a supportive nod, you take a look at draco his eyes lighting up with hope.

draco is your best friend, you'd do anything for him.

even carrying his baby, that wont be even yours.

“i.... agree..” you said unsurely, draco immediately ran towards you and hugged you as tight as he could, “thank you! thank you y/n! your the bestest friend ever!”

friend. friend. FRIEND.

thats the point you didnt wanna be the friend, you wanted to be his wife.

you knew he was your soulmate, but the gods really teased you because draco ended up with fucking greengrass.

“thank you dear, in return we will give you atleast half of our gringots vault.”

you entered a new stage in your life, you were now officially dracoʼs and astoriaʼs surrogate.

days, weeks passed you all talked about the arrangements and there goes astoria talking about what you need to eat, and monitoring your every move.

she seemed she didn't want you to be their surrogate, but she didn't have a choice since there are no other available surrogates.

and the day finally came, the day you were supposed to sleep with draco.

it was very embarrassing since you and draco had been close since children and there you both are naked, in a bed.

“you know, we dont have to do this me and astoria could just secretly adopt a kid, y/n i dont want you to feel uncomfortable..”

you look at him and looked back at your clothes on the floor, you did think about it hard.

you wanted this, and you also wanted to moan loudly to tease astoria outside.

“i.. want this draco, you've done so much for me and im returning the favor.” (does that make sense?)

draco nodded and slowly inserted himself onto you, god- he was big-big.

he slammed himself onto you again, and again,and again.

you moaned loudly at his member going back in fourth into your core.

you didnt wanna admit it,but you felt like you were in cloud nine. Draco even kissed your lips! your heart soared as he placed his lips onto yours, he probably didn't remember he kissed you . he said that he kissed you since : he felt like it.

when he came inside you, you felt so full and so contented with this.

you both cleaned up and you purposely left his cum dripping down your inner thigh, whenever you walked near astoria she would frown.

you felt good about yourself, making astoria jealous.

draco couldn't see your hatred for astoria.

months passed and you were in 8 months pregnant with the baby, astoria kinda forgot about draco and the baby and kept on partying narcissa and lucius noticed this and also noticed that draco and you were kinda getting closer, not as friends though. but as lovers.

they noticed that draco was really soft around you, and very considerate.

you wanted a burger at 3 am? he orders you the whole store.

he treated you like his wife, while astoria was absent the whole pregnancy.

you were sitting down at the couch reading the recent article that rita seeker had published.

“ ASTORIA MALFOY HAS A SECRET AFFAIR WITH THEODORE NOTT?! DOES DRACO MALFOY KNOW?! ARE THEY DIVORCED?!

refer to page 21 for the article ”

astoria was... cheating?! draco needed to know the headline even had proof! astoria was kissing Draco's best mate!

you quickly stood up and ran to draco with the news paper, but when you did you suddenly felt a sharp pain .

shit.

your water broke.

“ DRACO! MY WATER BROKE! ”

then everything felt dark, your vision became blurry. before your eyes closed you saw draco carrying you while apparating. but after that? you couldn't remember anything at all.

you woke up in a white room with draco sitting on a chair, carefully rocking something in his arms.

so many questions popped onto your mind ; did you give birth? why did you pass out? does draco know that astoria was cheating on him?

draco puts the new born in its crib, and hugs you.

“y/n! your awake! what happened? why are you crying?” draco threw you questions.

you didnt even realise you were sobbing.

“i- draco... astoria cheated on you..wi-with theo.. ” you blurted out, dracos face soften. “oh.”

oh?

oh no, you told him.

his sad face slowly turned into a happy one, “dont worry, i knew.. plus i dont care if she cheated because... im in love with you, not astoria.. it always had been you I was just- just so scared of commitment.. ” he confessed as he held your trembling hand.

he- draco malfoy?! your bestfriend, inlove with you??

no. no no no?? this cant be. this must be a dream.

“y/n?”

you look at him with amazement, confusion in your eyes.

“draco.... I've been inlove with you since we were children i- i love you so fucking much drac, you dont even know how much i do.” you hugged draco as tears streamed down on your cheeks.

draco felt something he never felt from astoria.

warm, and comfort.

finally, all those years of draco breaking your heart is being healed. making new memories with your son, scorpius hyperion malfoy.

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apparentlytheproblem · 11 months

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cheek kisses with dracoo

m w w a h h h

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: I'm starting of my inbox cleaning with this trope since this was the most looked forward to. tysm for taking the time to request, I appreciate it and I hope you find some hidden joy while reading this, requests are always open, with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

draco malfoy was one to be up after lunch if he could help it. he had such a gravitational pull to his bed that he'd never want to leave it alone. but i suppose you had different plans on how the day would be spent.

he's grogilly woken up with someone towering above him. he was quite happy with the position as he lifts himself up abruptly. you were very close, straddling him while he's just having the most intrusive thoughts run around that pretty head of his.

wonder what she'd look like without the blouse?

he pulls you closer with ease, his hands going under your thighs. ypur knees buckled. who could'nt help but smile to be woken up like this.

"can we leave now?"

draco just burried his face into your and all to be heard was a mhmmm. my draling was'nt fully awake, for this could've easily been mistaken as one of his many dreams.

she used her hand to raise his jaw to her sight and peppered his cheeks with kisses. a lazy smile had scrambled to his face now, draco malfoy had been officially been waken without a fuss in the morning.

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charms-and-constellations · 6 months

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PROMISES | Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x oc Words: 1.3k Summary: Draco and Cassie have come to a tipping point. Will they fall forward together or will one of them fall back, into the safety of being alone, inevitably breaking the other's heart? Warnings: relationship conflict, mention of loss of a loved one, implied arranged marriage, physical affection [just kissing]

Prompt inspo from @urfriendlywriter

“It’s a wedding, Draco. We have to say vows,” Cassie sighed, from her spot at her desk. Every time they tried to discuss wedding plans, they ended up in this argument.

“What’s the point in making promises we don’t know we’re going to keep?” he nearly groaned. He stood in front of the fireplace, one arm crossed over his chest, supporting his other arm that held his fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose.

Cassie tossed the quill down onto the parchment, on which she had been jotting the decisions they made, the nib splattering droplets of black ink on the page. “How many times do I have to tell you? I may not have chosen to marry you, but I am marrying you. I mean to keep my promises.” She left the soiled paper on the desk and crossed to him. Stopping just an arm's reach away, she could see the way the fire caused shadows to dance over the side of his face.

“You’re going to keep your promises?” he asked, his tone verging on disbelief. He dropped his fingers from his nose, tucking them into the crook of his folded arm. Cassie knew he was holding himself at a distance like she had done for so long; his body turned away from her, his arms folded over his chest.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“For better, and for worse?”

“Yes.”

“In sickness, and in health?” he asked, turning to look at her, an eyebrow raised.

“Yes, Draco,” she responded, annoyance seeping into her tone.

“To love and to cherish, until death do us part?” His eyes bore into her, searching, pleading for the answer he wanted. If she would just tip, he would follow her into that terrifying oblivion that lay below.

“Until death do us part,” she said confidently. When his expectant look didn’t falter, she lowered her eyes from his, studying the pattern on the rug.

His scoff hit her like a punch to the gut as he brushed past her, leaving her alone by the fireplace.

She covered the short distance to the small sofa before the fire and settled on it. Her elbows found her knees, and she buried her face in her hands. She rubbed at her face before dragging her hands through her hair and clasping them behind her neck, her shoulders finding the backrest of the couch.

For a moment, they were silent, but the room still buzzed with energy between them. Cassie collapsed on the couch and Draco leaning against one post of their four-poster bed.

“We’ve talked about this,” Cassie said tiredly. Even though she no longer thought she would disparage Sebastian's memory by marrying Draco, she was terrified of putting her heart on the line again when she had no guarantee that he would do the same.

How she couldn’t see it in his face, the way his eyes begged her to give him something to hold on to, hope for, he didn’t know.

“Yes, Cassie, we’ve talked about it. You’ve told me you’re not strong enough to try again,” he said, referring to their earlier conversation about her past, his dubiety evident from his inflection.

“I would if you would just ask me to!” she blustered, turning to look at his back, surprising even herself that she hoped he would turn around and do just that.

When he didn’t respond, she stood from the couch and moved to lean her forehead on the mantle of the fireplace. As they stood there, backs to each other across the room, she could see her entire future in him at that moment. A future of civility in public and anguish in private. They would be tied together with an invisible string forever, constantly pulling away from each other, only coming together in the brief moments of palliation when the memories become too much.

She turned to look at him, getting his profile now that he had turned to rest his back against the post. She waited. She hoped he would say something. She had just given him the perfect opportunity.

Cassie threw her hands up in the air, exasperated, and began pacing the front of their room, from fireplace to door to desk and back again. She chewed at the long nail of her thumb as she debated her next words. Her stomach churned as she thought about them, what the words would mean when they had no choice but to be married. Calling off the wedding wasn’t an option, and it would make for a very awkward ceremony if they couldn’t even look at each other.

Finally, she spoke as she crossed back and forth, her words coming out fast and feverish, "You were right. I'm not strong, neither am I brave. But I'm braver than you right now, because I'm ready for this to be finally over. Please stop toying with my feelings. Either kiss me, or break my hea–"

"Stop moving then," Draco said in a low voice, pushing off from the bedpost. He crossed the room and met her where she had stopped at his command in front of the fireplace. His long strides making quick work of the trip, Cassie barely had a second to think before she was towered over by the blonde. His hands found a home on either side of her face. His tender thumbs caressed her cheeks. His long fingers were cold on her nape. After a miniscule moment of hesitation in which Draco feared what this change would mean, feared she hadn’t meant what she said, and most of all feared she would push him away, he ultimately lowered his lips to hers. Allowing them to meet gently, he gave her the chance to change her mind, to pull her head out of his gentle grip, and when she didn’t, when instead she lifted herself onto her toes, hands braced on his chest, to push herself further into him, he melted.

His hands brushed behind her, traveling down her spine until they came to rest at her waist. Cassie’s head tilted, their mouths finding each other in a new way. She pushed her hands up his chest and let them wrap around his neck, one hand finding its way into his silky platinum hair.

He groaned against her mouth when she curled her fingers in his hair, her nails lightly scraping his scalp.

Cassie expected him to take things deeper, but instead he pushed lightly on her waist, pulling his lips from hers, resting his forehead on hers. She furrowed her brows, about to ask what she had done wrong, when he smiled, a soft laugh escaping.

Cassie gazed with wonder into his closed eyes as he spoke with anticipation. "I'm not ready for this to be over." He lazily pressed his lips to hers again. "I'm ready," and another quick kiss, "to finally be real with you, Cassie," he pulled his forehead from hers and she cursed the free space between them as he ran his knuckles down her cheek, "would you let me be?"

Cassie scoffed playfully, her arms resting on his shoulders, hand back to mussing his hair atop his head.

“Only if you promise me.”

Draco smirked, a rich laugh dying in the back of his throat as he lowered his head to hers again. Cassie felt like she might melt into a puddle on the floor, but Draco held her anchored securely with an arm looped around her waist, the other sliding into her hair from the nape of her neck. He let his fingers lightly scrape as he pushed them up further, and Cassie understood why he had groaned earlier when each graze sent a rush of tingles throughout her head. She smiled into their kiss. Being real meant a very real chance of being hurt, but as she swayed in Draco’s arms while they explored each other for the first time, it didn’t seem so scary.

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fandomsaligninstories · 3 months

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First Year: The Hogwarts Express

Chapter List WC: 1,778

31st August, 1991, 9:47PM

"But mum, do I have to go?" Eleven year old Violet asked for the tenth time that hour. She held a letter in her small hands, pale yellow paper against her tanned ivory skin.

She glanced at it as her mother gave her a warm smile, "We've been over this, dear. You don't have to do anything, but your father and I think you should go."

Violet sighed, an automatic response to her mother's rehearsed response. They'd had this conversation every day for the past month, ever since the letter showed up, courtesy of a beautiful brown barn owl.

As Violet curled up under her blanket, her mother tucking her into bed, she set the letter on her bedside table, leaving it open so she could reread it. No matter that she'd read it several times a day every day, she still wasn't entirely convinced it was real.

To: Ms. Violet Ellis

Dear Ms. Ellis,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Students shall be required to report to the Chamber of Reception upon arrival, the dates of which shall be duly advised.

Please ensure that the utmost attention be made to the list of requirements attached herewith.

We very much look forward to receiving you as part of the new generation of Hogwarts' heritage.

Yours sincerely, 𝒫𝓇𝑜𝒻 𝑀𝒸𝒢𝑜𝓃𝒶𝑔𝒶𝓁𝓁

Professor McGonagall

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13th August, 1991, early morning

It was all very confusing at first. The "list of requirements" attached to Violet's acceptance letter made absolutely no sense. She could reason with robes, but dragon hide gloves? A pointed hat? A wand?! And it only got stranger. Books on magic, on spells and magical herbs and fantastic beasts? She truly thought she'd lost her mind.

Also enclosed was the name of a place, "Leaky Cauldron". Neither her mother or father knew of the place, so it took some searching for the family of three to find it. And when they did, it only proved to be more concerning. Violet could see it, clear as day, but neither of her parents could. They could see the music shop to one side, and the bookshop on the other, but not the pub sitting in-between.

"It must be a magical place. For witches and wizards only," She tried to reason.

She led her family inside, where the gentleman behind the bar took pity on them and explained that yes, in simple terms, it was a magical pub. Muggles, or non-magic folk, couldn't see it, until they were led inside by a person with magic. He then had another man lead them outside to a small back courtyard, where he took out a wand- a wand!- and tapped on a brick in the wall, where a doorway then opened.

The family walked through, feeling sorely out of place. They wore plain clothes, normal clothes to them, simple jeans and t-shirts. But everyone around them, from children to adults, were people in long, billowing robes, slacks or skirts, and dress shirts.

It took nearly the whole day for Violet to collect the things on her list, including several books, magical items, and her very own wand. Ollivander had been very kind when helping her find her wand.

"The wand chooses the witch or wizard, Ms. Ellis." He explained as he continued handing her wand after wand. Some had no response to her flicking it through the air, while others gave over small explosions of sparks. The final wand she tried gave off a brilliant light, almost as if it were happy to be chosen.

"Ah, yes!" Ollivander exclaimed, as if he'd known all along this was the right wand, "Willow wood with a phoenix core, twelve and three-quarters length."

Violet of course had no clue what any of it meant, but she was overwhelmed by the day's events and proof of magic, so she just smiled and nodded.

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1st September, 1991, morning

"Platform Nine and Three-Quarters? Surely that's a mistake!" Violet's father muttered as the family walked through the train station. They stopped between the pillars of platforms Nine and Ten.

"Maybe it's more magic, dear?" Her mother asked, "Surely there's some explanation."

Violet was about to suggest they ask someone, when the strangest thing happened. Someone walked out of the pillar. The very large, very brick pillar of platform Nine.

"Look! Did you see that?!" She exclaimed, pointing at the wall. The person, no, people, who had walked out were talking quietly. It appeared to be a mother, father, and little girl. All with very bright orange hair.

"Oh! Well, I guess... We just, walk through the wall?" Violet's father was dumbfounded. Magic was so entirely new to him that he wasn't sure what to believe anymore.

Violet took off at a sprint, her heart pounding as she neared the wall.

'What if it doesn't work?' The thought was fleeting before she met the wall, the world going black for a moment before she entered the platform. Her parents were right behind her, pushing along the cart with all her belongings that she'd forgotten behind in her haste, but she paid them no mind.

There were more people in robes and formal attire, hugging and waving at the kids climbing aboard the train. It was an old steam engine train, in faded shades of red and black.

Her mother set a gentle hand on her shoulder, "I think this is where we leave you, Violet."

"What?" She turned towards her parents, "Oh, right..." She blinked back tears, the realization that this was all very real. That she'd be going to a new school, far away from home, where she didn't know anyone.

"Well only be a phone call away, okay?" Her mother hugged her tight, then her father, "Try to have fun, alright? Make some friends, learn some magic!"

Violet nodded, staring at her parents. She almost started crying fully when she realized her parents eyes were full of tears. Her mothers blue, her fathers brown, both shining with unshed tears. So she blocked away her own tears, her green eyes shining as she put on a brave face.

Before she could respond, the train whistle sounded. She grabbed her luggage and rushed towards the train, stopping a moment on the stairs to smile back at her parents, before disappearing on board.

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The train was full. All of the compartments were full of kids and teens. Some wore normal 'muggle' clothing, while others wore what she assumed to be Hogwarts uniforms.

She walked slowly towards the back of the train, squeezing between people to find an empty seat. The only compartment not full was in the back, with only two people in it.

She knocked on the closed door before entering, "Hi. Can I sit with you guys? Everywhere else is full."

The two boys stared at her before nodding. She smiled shyly, turning to put her luggage away before sitting across from them.

They sat quietly a moment, staring awkwardly. Violet tucked her hair behind her ear, the brunette strands falling out of the ponytail.

"I'm Violet. What're your names?"

"I'm Ron, this is Harry." The boy on the left spoke. Violet took in his appearance- bright orange hair, round face, wide eyes, a silly smile, and semi-formal clothes. She wondered briefly if the family she saw exiting the platform was his family.

The other boy, who must be Harry, looked a little starstruck. With unruly black hair, wide green eyes, round framed glasses, and muggle clothes, he looked out of place. Which, Violet supposed, she did too.

A knock at the door pulled their attention to the older woman, "Anything from the trolley dears?"

Violet pulled out the few coins she had left from Diagon Alley and sadly shook her head.

Ron replied glumly, holding up a bag of food, "No thanks, I'm all set."

Harry looked between the two, then pulled out a large handful of coins. "We'll take the lot!"

A few minutes later, the three had spread out the selection of candy and snacks Harry bought. Ron explained the different selections, from Chocolate Frogs, to Bertie Bott's Every Flavour Beans.

They sat talking and eating candy, having quickly become good friends.

"This is Scabbers, by the way." Ron explained as a giant rat crawled onto his lap and into an empty box, "Pathetic, isn't he?"

"Just a little..." Harry agreed.

"Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Want to see?"

"Yeah!" Harry and Violet exclaimed.

As Ron pulled out his wand, a girl appeared in the doorway. She looked around the compartment, eyeing the three kids. She had to be their age, with her bushy brown hair, brown eyes, and proper Hogwarts uniform.

Her eyes continued to dart around as she asked, "Has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville has lost one."

Ron was the only one to respond before she turned her nose up at the trio, staring at Ron, "Oh, are you doing magic? Let's see then!"

Ron cleared his throat loudly, "Sunshine, daisies, butter-mellow, turn this stupid fat rat yellow!"

A yellow light emitted from the end of his wand before the empty box the rat was in flew towards the floor. The rat remained unchanged. Ron shrugged, Harry and Violet returned the gesture.

"Are you sure that's a real spell?" The girl asked haughtily, "Well, it's not very good, is it?"

The trio shared a 'can you believe this girl?' look as she continued, "Of course, I've only tried a few simple spells myself, but they've all worked for me!" She marched into the compartment, sitting to Violet's right, across from Harry.

The girl pulled out her wand and pointed it at Harry's face, "For example, Oculus Reparo. That's better, isn't it?"

Harry flinched back as the tape on the bridge of his glasses flew off and disappeared in a puff of smoke. They all examined his glasses, which had previously been broken but were now fixed.

"Holy cricket!" The girl gasped, "You're Harry Potter! I'm Hermione Granger. And... You are?"

"Ron Weasley."

Hermione made a face at Ron, who had spoken with a mouth full of candy, "Pleasure."

"Violet Ellis."

"You'd three better change into your robes. I expect we'll be arriving soon." Hermione got up and walked out, turning back at the last second, staring at Ron, "You've got dirt on your nose, by the way. Did you know?"

Ron reached up and wiped at the side of his nose.

"Well, alright then." Violet sighed, exhausted from the interaction, despite having barely said three words. She got up and pulled her uniform from her trunk, including a grey skirt, white dress shirt, grey sweater vest, black tie, and black robe. They were quite plain compared to some of the uniforms the older kids were wearing, which had colored patches and ties.

"I'll go change in the toilet. Please be dressed when I come back." She laughed softly as she left, closing the door behind her.

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sunnylands-world · 1 year

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Hi can you do a Draco smut where the reader is lactating or some thing like it

Relax

Pairing: husband Draco x fem reader

Summary: being a mom is great if you don't count the feeding and other things but Draco is amazing at making you comfortable when you do finally get the chance

Word count:1,034

Warning: fingering, dirty talk, Draco sucking your breast, reader is a mother, mentions of stretch marks, and of course lactating

A/n: sorry took me a day or two 🥺 hope you like it though @honeysavanna-blog

You loved being a mother, your son was your absolute pride and joy besides all the late nights and such. He was a blessing but one thing you weren't too fond of was the small spots on your shirts. You had to change them frequently because of the milk that spotted your clothing, to say you were frustrated was an understatement. On top of that you felt like you were carrying weights with how full your breasts were. Your bra was long gone nowadays as you played with your son.

Draco and you finally were able to be alone as Scorpius was passed out in his crib but you were finding it very stressful, instead of relaxing. You were leaning against the backboard of your bed, Draco lying peacefully on your thighs. Your sigh in discomfort made him look up at you. "What's bothering you my love?" he says, turning towards you. "There just…so full" you huff, justering to your leaking Breast and he nods looking towards them with a hum. "Draco!" You say, noticing that lustful look in his eyes.

"I didn't say anything!" He defends looking up at you with a smirk, you shake your head in disapproval. "Can I drink it?" he says nonchalantly. "what!?" You can't believe he'd ask such a question but then again this is Draco. "Oh come on, you're uncomfortable and I just want you to relax" he says sitting up so he can kiss at your neck and your eyes shut lazily as his hand goes towards your chest under your loose fitting t-shirt, tweaking at your nipple till it drips onto his fingers. He pulls away to suck the liquid from them and your eyes come open as he releases the digits with a pop.

You don't think you've seen anything as sexy as him right now with his eyes fluttering open and a pleased look on his face. "Can I?" he says desperately and you sigh once again before nodding nevertheless. He moves eagerly and quickly as he tugs the top over your head, your heavy Breast bouncing at the motion. He pulls back admiring you and every little stretch mark on your skin from your son. "Beautiful" he says to himself, before he's moving you to lay back on your shared bed that's adored with the green satin sheets he got.

He starts up at your lips kissing you passionately with need, his teeth biting at your bottom lip causing a faint whine to leave you before he's attacking your jaw with slow pecks towards your neck. He adds new decorations to the skin in purple as his head lowers not leaving any skin untouched on the way but he doesn't go straight for your chest instead he grabs your leggings and pulls them away till your laying in your black panties that are also pulled away. he sneaks his fingers into your wet center, working them in at a teasing pace touching your spot with every thrust in.

Your back arches as you let out a quiet moan still being cautious of your sleeping child. "There we go, let go for me. Isn't that better darling?" he says watching you fall apart. His overly calm demeanor seems to only heighten your pleasure as he watches you. "Uh huh" you respond not able to form a sentence and he lets out a chuckle at this. Your husband was a tease and you loved it when he seemed in control of your every move. He just might quite literally be Dominance if the word were a person. you're brought back from your thoughts as lips attach to your nipple sucking and flickering the bud.

you let out a slight gasp feeling his plump pink lips wrapped around you. Your hand finds his blonde hair in no time, gripping tightly and he rewards the slight sting by biting your sensitive skin and smirking against you when you hiss. Your breast feels lighter as he drinks you up, dripping the milk from his mouth onto your chest all while his fingers stroke your sweet spot; the loud wet sound from your pussy seems to cause you to only soak his fingers more. He pulls back eyes a bit hazy as they look at you.

"You taste sweeter than I thought, might mix this with my coffee instead" he says and your cheeks flush more at the compliment. "aww you're still so shy even like this with my fingers deep in you" he teased, noticing the extra pigment. "Drac–" "ah, ah, ah, I know" he says cutting you off and if you weren't so far gone you would have been slightly irritated because your husband also had the habit of knowing everything and not letting you finish speaking but you knew he was only doing it now to take advantage of your situation as he attached his mouth onto the other breast sucking gently.

You felt lazy and high in the clouds at all the attention, like you were soaking in a bath with a sense of comfort and desperation. Your toes begin to curl and your eyes feel heavy. "i-i- Draco" you called and he pulled back a love drunk smile on his face as he kissed your neck. "Go ahead love, you deserve it. Cum for me" he says in your ear and that seems to be the final push off your cliff of your building pleasure an let yourself fall as he continues to finger fuck you through your release.

When you finally come back you're far too tired to move but Draco stands going to get a towel and your nightgown. He spreads your legs rubbing the cloth gently across your sensitive areas, he grabs his wand and cleans the bed with a flick of his wand before he's sitting you up, kissing your forehead as he pulls your gown onto you then laying you back in bed, covering you up. "Sleep my love, you work like you run a nation. I can watch our little wizard" he says, making sure the blanket is pulled to your neck giving you one more kiss before you fall asleep peacefully knowing he's taking care of everything.

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fivenightslaughter · 2 months

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Wicked Serpentine (Part 8)

pairing: draco malfoy x femravenclaw!oc (some like george weasley x femravenclaw!oc too)

summary: slowburn enemies to lovers fic, a TON of parts. (continued after ... 3 years..) i'm back lol)

warnings: blood purism, bullying, swearing, descriptive physical danger, violence. Awful Draco

taglist: @gloryekaterina

taglist: let me know if you’re interested in being added!

Roughly a month had gone by, my last real interaction with Malfoy being my first school day in the Great Hall.

Snape had reassigned partners and tables after only the first day, likely due to Harry and Ron’s noise from the first class. I was paired with Hermione, thankfully. She was pleasantly quiet but helpful when she needed to be. My friendship with her had furthered quite a bit, but less so with the boys. I wasn’t actively attempting to befriend Harry after Snape’s hostility.

Flitwick and I hit it off and he quickly became my runner-up favorite teacher, just behind Snape. I frequently stayed behind in his classroom to discuss muggle music and the world as a whole. It was the only part of my day I could get truly lost in.

I’d eventually learned the schedules of Luna and Cho, sitting with them on days they’d be in the dining hall. Rarely was my attention drawn to the blond across the hall on the days he was there, either. He’d been looking rather sick, lately.

Not that I actively tried to look at him.

It just struck me whenever I’d happen to catch his silvery strands in my peripheral. His face looked sunken, his cheeks hollow. Instead of marble, he looked almost grey. It made my heart hurt a little. How could someone look so ghostly, as if he was always floating? It reminded me of a dried volcano, stiff and cold.

His head bobbed up, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since I’d walked off from him a month ago.

“Eris?” A voice snapped me back to the present. It was Hermione. She had said something that I didn’t catch at all.

I looked at her, my mouth slightly parted. Dumbly, I replied, “Huh?”

She gave me a small laugh and stabbed at her food, cocking her head to the side exasperatedly.

“I said, Snape is assigning new partners, something about people falling behind already. I’ll miss the quiet of sitting next to you. Seriously, I will.” She let her shoulders droop sadly, a glimmer of sadness in her eyes.

I heard her teeth slide on the fork as she ate, mildly sullen. I felt bad. I hadn’t even known we were switching partners, I must have been too caught up during potions to hear Snape mention the change.

“Hey, we’ll still eat together. Maybe I’ll kick Ron out of his seat every once in a while.” I joked. Her mood seemed to perk back up a bit at that, nodding.

“That’d be perfect, wouldn’t it, Ron?” She nudged him jokingly.

He whipped his neck to face her, food falling out of his mouth. He was too busy talking to Harry to notice our conversation, so he looked absolutely lost.

“Wha…?” Food tumbled from his mouth. I groaned and Hermione bit her lip in a laugh. The way she looked at him was cute, a twinkle in her eyes lighting as if everything he did was enchanting.

“Nothing, Ronald. Just… Chew your bloody food!” She choked out, noticing the knowing smile I was giving her halfway through her sentence.

He scrunched his nose up, confused and annoyed. He finished, crumbs still dusting his lips.

“Whatever, ‘Mione.” He dismissed, turning back to Harry. They were discussing something Quidditch related.

She exhaled through her nose, rolling her eyes. I watched as she packed her sprawled books and papers into her bag, deep in her thoughts.

Her eyes lit up for a moment and she immediately looked back at me.

“Oh! I almost forgot. We all have lessons but you’re free after this, right? Snape said he’d post a parchment outside his room with the partners. You should check it out.” She beamed.

I paused in thought for a second. Should I go check? I shrugged.

“Yeah, sure. I will.” I saw no harm in making my way to the classroom. I’d gotten a much better hang of the hallways to my classes and the library. The dungeons and the Room of Requirement remained untraveled for now, the map buried in the bottom of my bag. I’d taken it out to mark it up whenever I discovered a new direction or an alternate way to a class.

It was incredibly helpful and I was glad I befriended Hermione. Maybe I could go check out partners and find her later to let her know who she got. I’m sure she’d appreciate knowing beforehand what she was in for.

Satisfied, she dropped her last book in her bag and stood.

“Right, well I’ll see you!” She waved farewell, already taking off from the table. Ron and Harry were still engrossed in their conversation about Quidditch. I tuned in, a name immediately catching my ear.

“Of course we’ll win, Harry. Malfoy’s played like shit lately. Serves him right, bloody bastard.” Ron bragged. Harry nodded in response, noticing my sudden interest in the conversation.

“Eris, you haven’t been to a Quidditch game yet, have you?” He asked, already knowing the answer.

“Ah, no I haven’t.” I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck. I didn’t have an intense interest in sports in the muggle world and wasn’t sure how much more exciting they could be in the wizarding world, so it hadn’t piqued my interest.

Harry’s head leaned against his hand and he seemed to nod slowly for a second before smacking his hands on the table.

“Come to the game today. I’ll ask Hermione to save you a seat.” He mused decidedly. Ron shrugged, agreeing.

“Okay, sure. I’ll come then.” I confirmed.

Glad at my response, he turned his attention back to Ron.

“Ready to go?” He asked him.

They got up and left for their next lesson, which I’m pretty sure was a history class I’d often heard them complain about. I still sat, popping a final piece of food into my mouth. I planned out my route in my head. First to Snape’s, then to the library to study intensively.

It felt like a solid enough plan.

I stood and left the hall, making sure I didn’t leave anything at the table. I made my way to Snape’s classroom. It was a different way than when I’d originally followed Malfoy and I was grateful I didn’t have to relive my cowardice every time I went to Potions in the mornings.

The clock tower chimed while I was walking and people pushed by me as I made my way down the hallways. Some people stood idly and hung out with one another, sitting in window sills or quickly scurrying somewhere.

I watched a class fill into Snape’s classroom and I walked up to the doorway. A small plaque with a scroll of parchment hung on the wall.

“FIRST PERIOD PARTNERS

HERMIONE GRANGER - NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

HARRY POTTER - SEAMUS FINNIGAN

RONALD WEASLEY - PADMA PATIL

ERIS WOODWORK - DRACO MALFOY “

There was more, but my heart stuck in my throat. This couldn’t be real. I reread it several times, finally making my way to the bottom.

There was a tiny footnote stating partner changes were not permitted and must remain as written on the parchment. I felt myself shrink. Maybe Snape didn’t know how bad Malfoy would treat me?

I shook my head at the thought. It was quite obvious how poorly he treated everyone. Just because my interactions with him have been few and far between doesn’t mean he didn’t endlessly snip at other people.

In fact, the only times I ever heard his voice was when he was chastising Harry or Hermione, or making a comment about how Ron lives in squalor. It was unpleasant but at the very least I could be glad it wasn’t directed towards me.

I dreaded this partnership, but at least now I’d read the list like I said I would. Later, I’d be able to tell Hermione and the boys who they’d been partnered with.

I took off to the library, my mind spinning. I accidentally bumped into someone in the hallway and his hands shot out to steady my shoulders before I could fall to the ground. I recognized him as Malfoy’s original partner in Potions.

He eyed me up and down, removing his hands once I was steady. I vaguely recalled Ron calling him Zabini.

“Be careful. Never know who you’ll run into in these halls. You’re lucky it was me.” He spoke smugly, clearly a bit vain.

I raised an eyebrow at him, nodding.

“Yeah, I’ll be more careful.” I replied. I started to walk off when he spoke, tucking his hands in his pockets.

“Fuckin’ better be.” Was all he said as he continued to walk as well.

It unsettled me in the weird way that Slytherins were good at. A switch seemed glued to their emotions, fully able to flip at any time. It was startling. A chill eased down my spine and I hurried toward the library, no longer taking my time as I had before.

Finally arriving a bit breathless, I entered the space that had become most familiar to me over the last month. Giving a nod in Madam Pince’s direction, she gave me a puckered and stiff smile.

She was an intolerable vulture that only cared for her books, but I’d come to be in her relatively good graces. With my quiet presence and care for the texts, I was often the only one in the library with her. In her own way, I think she kind of liked me there.

Tucking into my usual space behind a few large bookshelves, I pulled a lesson book out of my school bag, along with a parchment and quill. We had just gone over a new spell in Flitwick’s class and I was determined to study it down to every flick of the wand.

A seat pulled out beside me and a book dropped down onto the table just loud enough for me to wince. I glanced over. It was “Libatius Borage’s ADVANCED POTION MAKING” book. I recognized it from my class with Snape.

I watched black robes swish down into the seat beside me, defeated looking. My surprise was immeasurable when I met empty, silvery eyes and messy moonbeam-colored hair. I couldn’t stifle a tiny gasp that slipped from my lips.

“Malfoy…?”

He leaned his head back against the top of the chair, remaining in quiet for what felt like a couple minutes as I dumbfoundedly stared at him. Seeming to find his resolve, he sat up. He leaned forward towards the table and didn’t meet my eyes again.

“Snape reassigned everyone because of me.” He stated. He was looking straight ahead, his eyes travelling up the spines of books in front of the table we were at. It felt wrong hearing a real sentence from him, especially one that wasn’t littered with insults.

“He thinks I’m fucking falling behind.” He was the second Slytherin I’d heard swear today, but his anger didn't quite reach his eyes. I watched a stray strand of hair fall from his slicked back ones, lightly resting on his forehead. He looked hopelessly disheveled the longer I looked at him.

My eyebrows knit together with concern.

“Are you okay, Draco?” I tried to be genuine, my voice soft and low. I barely breathed it and regretted it the second I said it as he flipped to face me. His lips were pressed in a tight line, chapped and pale.

“Don’t you dare call me by my first name, mudblood.” He snapped.

I felt my body tense up and my blood run cold at the tone he used. I desperately fought the water that immediately welled up in my eyes, coaching myself to just breathe carefully. I hoped he couldn’t tell how pathetic he made me feel. I just wanted to move on, now.

I decided that if he didn’t want my help, that he didn’t need it. There was nothing I could do to help him, and talking clearly wouldn’t solve anything. I wasn’t going to give him power over me, so I did the only thing I could think of.

I went on as normal. I focused back on the book for Flitwick’s, pulling my wand from my bag and placing it on the desk. Flitwick had even written a couple notes for me himself, explaining things in a better way the book could.

I had spoken to him about Scourgify, mentioning how Cho had done it and it was something I wanted to learn. He included notes about how to perform it, but I kept failing without a physical example of how to cast it.

All I had in my head was the memory of Cho, which I’d been too in shock from Malfoy’s prank to fully grasp the technique of. I had been trying to practice on dirty spoons I’d snagged from the Great Hall. I kept one wrapped in a fabric napkin and tucked into my bag, switching the spoon out for a different one each time I went to eat.

Ignoring the blond sitting next to me, I pulled the spoon out and placed it on the table in front of me. I unraveled it and there it was, just a gross spoon.

Taking a deep breath, I picked up my wand and reread Flitwick’s notes, as well as the pages in the textbook. Holding a book in one hand and my wand in the other steadily, I focused on the spoon.

“Scourgify.” I half whispered, trying to work with the tiny bit of light that sparked on my wand. I could never get farther than just a tiny emittance from my wand. It had been weeks and I still struggled to get it. It was clear from my frustration that this wasn’t the first time.

I heard a scoff from my side. I realized a set of steely eyes had focused on what I was doing as if I were some kind of entertainment. I ignored him, trying it again. And again.

I had attempted Scourgify on the spoon a good four times before he shot up out of his chair, blatantly annoyed.

“You’re literally doing everything wrong.” He muttered crossly.

I heaved a sigh, dropping my book to the table. I turned to put my wand away in my bag but he stopped me. He stood behind my chair, leaning over my shoulder. Mint and cologne overpowered my senses as he corrected me sourly.

“No, just… Merlin, you have to-” he grabbed my wrist and pointed towards the spoon, swishing my hand in a sort of ‘S’ shape. “Swish it, like this. Say it. Now.” He instructed rudely, guiding my hand to motion correctly. His cold, silver ring made me clench my wand as tightly as the night I’d got it.

“Scourgify.” I spoke boldly, jumping a slight bit as the grime left the spoon in an immediate little spark. I swallowed loudly, a disbelieving laugh bubbling softly through my lips. I turned my face to thank him before my mind could reject the idea.

However, when I turned, he had simply gone. I guess I was a bit glad he had disappeared, otherwise I would have proved his point by thanking him. Stroked his ego, probably.

I turned back to my book, writing down what I had just learned. I felt so excited and accomplished that I’d pushed away how weird that situation really was.

Did he really just grab my wrist like that? Why did he never seem to have a grasp on personal space? I tried to move on, finding the dustiest book I could find to try the spell again.

Much to my disappointment when, just as before, trying the spell only made my wand fizzle slightly.

Disappointed, I slumped down into my seat. I spent the next half hour trying to focus on Potions instead, opting to note things I noticed during class. Such as the physical traits of ingredients I was confused by.

Out of my peripheral, I noticed a light-blond head duck quietly from between some shelves, past me, and out of the library doors.

There was a book on the opposite end of the table that wasn’t there before.

I stood and walked over, picking it up. I flicked through it and much to my surprise, it was a Charms book. It was filled with neatly scribbled notes in the margins, shapes and arrows showing how to cast some simple charms I knew would get covered this year.

Some of the ink was slightly smeared a tiny bit, clearly brand new. Whereas other notes in it were old and the ink slightly faded.

Flipping to the very back cover, I read

‘If lost, return to Draco L. Malfoy’

in the same handwriting as the notes throughout, slightly faded.

What the hell?

A piece of parchment slipped from between some of the pages into my lap.

“You’re dense. Read my notes and maybe you won’t look so ridiculous.” It read.

That made much more sense. I guess I'll just... Study this all, then.

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redrumtot · 11 days

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Sometimes I wake up and remember my friend wrote a draco x oc and decided to use my name.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #fanfic #wattpad #draco x oc #drarry

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kaira-diaries · 1 year

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Always the Fool

Pairing: Draco x f!character

Warning: explicit language, mentions of SA and physical abuse .

Summary: Blaire is an intelligent RavenClaw with a broken heart. Draco is a loathsome Slytherin Prince with a familiar..stalker. With similar interests the two pair up for the Yule ball, hoping to find the solutions to their two very different problems.

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“Just be my date, Malfoy.”

The blonde-headed serpent stood before me, leaning against the nearest arch with irritability written on his face. The idea was, in fact, foolish, but I saw it as an absolute win. Pathetically, Pansy had been following Draco around like a dog begging for a chance with him at the Yule ball. I nearly barfed from secondhand embarrassment while watching her as his palm gripped her face, pushing her out of the way this morning.

I'll give it to her, though; the girl is committed to the things she wants.

Now my issue was a bit more... complex. I'd been violently broken up with by the prettiest boy of them all, Cedric Diggory. We were quite a pair, but from the looks of him and Cho Chang earlier, he's well acclimated... I guess.

The way I saw it, Malfoy needed an escape route, and I needed a reason for Cedric to return to me.

"Come on, Malfoy. It'll be fun for us to be gussied together, hm?" He rubbed his chin, the light catching the metal ring on his forefinger. "And you think Pansy will fuck off if we do this?" I nod, licking my lips. I check his words. He's only in this for himself. How ordinary of him.

I don't expect a solid answer from the boy, it's in his nature to be a total prick, but It's the reason it'd make my plan all the sweeter.

I had risked much in coming to Malfoy, but my desperation had kept me from sleeping. It swallowed the worry of my image and care of who saw me with Malfoy. The golden boy of the serpents of Slytherin, the forbidden fruit, the bad boy. He had many names, born from the broken hearts of different girls.

Merlin's beard.

I questioned my wisdom now as an intelligent Ravenclaw. Perhaps the hat had made a mistake in my first year because I'd abandoned all senses of logical thinking.

Destructive impulses and emotions are what remain.

A flick to my forehead unblurs my vision. I find those cold gray eyes.

"Did you hear a word of what I just said?" Sassy. That's what that was.

"Okay, ow." I started, rubbing my forehead. "And no I didn't." I pick at my nail at the sight of a loose cuticle as he repeats himself.

"I said I'm in and to wear green. It'll appear meaningful to wear my col-" I dismissed him with the wave of my hand.

"yeah, yeah I know the deal." I stepped forward, a breath away from his chest.

"Get ready to put on a show, Malfoy, because it's going to be a one night only."

A feline smirk rose on his lips, a subtle sign of his boyish innocence.

My fingers caress the green fabric at my waist. Draco suggested velvet, and I suggested he'd stop making suggestions. A gentle green strapless tulle dress, in no way conforming with the traditional style of the Yule ball, radiates the essence of springtime, the grass and warmth as I make some final touches in the mirror. The soft curls of my brunette tufts tickled my neck and shoulders. Perhaps navy blue isn't my color, as the green ascents my skin and natural beauty, which shined above all.

The idea is to be noticed above the countless shades of blue, black and white. Draco and I will stick out like a sore thumb, ready to stir up whispers.

"What the hell are you wearing?" The voice is almost as loathing as Pansy's. My roommate steps in line of the mirror, gussied up herself, and I spin around to face her. "Springtime Green." I hum, stepping into my heels. She crosses her arms, a skeptic expression on her face. "What?" I raise my hands as her stare lasers into my soul. "Something's going on." She tests and I school my expression into pure confusion. She's always been quite a skeptic, a logical thinker, a problem solver. I curse myself for every lie she manages to see through.

I jump at the howling wind of winter as it roars against the window of our room, angry at such a prominent shade of green.

"Who are you going to the Yule ball with, Blair?" Her head tilts, arms crossed.

I shrug my shoulders with a laughable smile as her eyes adjust in anger.

"Don't tell me...Malfoy?" I whip up a glass of water with unspoken magic and take a sip.

"Bingo! Only one guess too, how ravenclaw of you." She pinches her arched nose between her fingers.

"Because of Cedric?"

"Heartbreak makes us do wild things." I shrug.

"This reflects badly on our whole house, Blair. If it were another slytherin, fine have your way, but Malfoy? The biggest ass of them all? You're smarter than that."

"I'm booksmart, but love-" I only shrugged my shoulders once more. It was true. It'd look bad for the entire house. Ravenclaw don't fall into the arms of slytherin, but that wasn't what this was, even if it's going to appear that way. I'd explain to her one day what my agenda truly was as the door vibrated from an aggressive knock. She only shook her head and disappeared into the bathroom.

The click of my heels were loud as Draco appeared on the other side of the door, scanning my appearance with pursed lips and crossed arms.

How like him.

"It'll do." He ticked his tongue and strode down the hall calling out to me.

"Come on, we're going to be late." I scoffed, shutting the door.

How romantic.

I caught up to him, nearly rolling my ankles. "I think we should set some rules." He cuts into a belly laugh that echoes off the walls as we slow our pace down the stairs. "What happened to putting on a show, huh? Are you chickening out on me?" I ignore the quotation marks he puts up. "Not at all, just don't want you touching all over me Malfoy, I'm quite the charmer."

He scoffs. "Then you can forget getting your pussy of a hufflepuff back, k? That and you can deal with Pansy for the majority of the fucking ball." I check the scoff that nearly leaves my mouth.

He's right.

To actually reach Pansy, the most is required.

"Y'know I didn't think you'd say yes." We reach a platform, gripping the marble as the stairs shift, creating a new path.

I had pictured the conversation over and over in my head the night before I had even asked Malfoy to be my date, running through all of the possible scenarios that could have potentially happened. I expected a big fuck you along with a few degrading slurs. Malfoy and I weren't that close, but we learned to tolerate each other in potions.

A hint of a smile decorated his face. "You did well to surprise me, Blair. It was intriguing really, didn't think you'd be up to causing some trouble." I didn't bother to hide the smile I threw in his direction as he led us through the halls of silver and white, a relieving change from the stairs. His cold hand met my elbow pulling me to a stop as the roaring sound of chatter radiated just around the corner. "Remember we're putting on a show, so make it look real, yeah?" My breath, with suddenness, became uneven. The trouble this would cause, the drama, the tension, I couldn't entirely shake the nerves as Draco grabbed my hand, leading us around the corner and into the crowd.

It was Harry Potter, who tugged the sleeve of Hermione, who whispered into Ron's ear, the sight of us already stirring up drama. My hand ached as Draco tightened his hold, pulling me into him in response to the golden trio.

Draco always hated them.

I tagged it as jealousy. I mean, who wasn't jealous of the Harry Potter? He's the chosen one, drowning in fame and glory. For some reason, it drew a lot of hatred and envy out of Draco. But I would never say it aloud unless I wanted the taste of a slap across the cheek.

He led the two of us into the great hall, spotting an empty table.

We took note of both Pansy and Cedric's presence over by the dance floor, knee deep in conversations and laughter, but I decided to side those conversations for a bit, and fill my tummy with some delicious food and drinks.

Sliding into the chair, Draco kept a wary eye on the two. His intentions were clear, I could tell by his disgusted scowl. With a full plate of turkey and mashed potatoes I piled from the center of the table, my stomach croaked in hunger as I dug in.

Draco only fills a glass with pumpkin juice.

I roll my eyes. "Not hungry huh?" I groan in delight as I swallow my first bite. The turkey was seasoned with rosemary and wonderful spices made specially by the elves. I lick my fingers clean of the leftover seasoning. Ready to take another bite, Draco rips the turkey from my hand, throwing it back on the plate with a rumble from the porcelain plate.

"What's the plan here, Blair, Pansy is getting a little too anchored for my taste." I followed his disdain, discovering Pansy giving a seductive wave with eyes that pretty much shout fuck me. I had to cover my mouth to keep my snicker from slipping, earning a nasty side eye in response.

"You sure you don't want a piece of that? It'd be just another notch under your belt." I pat his shoulder and his chin snaps in my direction, brows tight with anger.

"Okay, maybe not." I murmured and sat back, only to be yanked to my feet with my arm nearly ripped from its socket.

"Time to dance." He smirked.

"But it's a slow song, I-" I failed miserably to finish my sentence.

"Even better, come on."

Groups of students parted like a wave. All eyes were on the two of us and I stood up straight, strutting with confidence, and accepting the gapes and gossip.

The dance floor was wide, and nearly empty as we found our place dead square in the middle. Standing across from each other, Draco dared to take a step closer, knowing I couldn't retaliate. In an instance our aromas intermingled, and smelt of peppermint and rosemary. A perfect pair. It was intoxicating as his hand wrapped itself around my waist, pulling me into his chest. My hands moved in sync, one rested on his shoulder, the other gripped his hand and we just swayed.

Ten minutes of it passed before Draco had cracked the stillness.

"Pansy looks pissed." He declares into my ear, tickling the skin that's there. I steal a glance towards Cedric across the floor who spins Cho at the slow beat of the music. The two gleamed with joy, and laughed with passion. I recognized it as something he and I hadn't had. It forced me to break my look which ultimately cracked a few pieces of my heart.

I rest my head on Draco's shoulder, unable to watch any longer, sighing into his dress robe. He senses my discomfort immediately and pulls back to look at me. "What is it?"

"Nothing he just..doesn't care." I shrugged, utterly accepting the bittersweet truth that Cedric Diggory was blinded by Cho Chang.

"I don't think he's seen you yet he's distracted." Draco's eyes softened as if he really cared.

"That's the thing, Draco. He's distracted by her. I've never seen such a smile show on his face." The tone of my voice dipped from heartache and he spun us around to sway again.

"Keep an eye on Pans-"

A shove broke our swaying apart.

"You sleazy bitch."

Oh god.

Pansy had made her move.

Her shove had been hard enough for my feet to slip from under me and my spine ached from the impact of the floor.

She stood over me, her heels pinning my dress to the floor.

"As if Cedric wasn't pretty enough for you. Now you have to come after what belongs to me?" My elbows elevated me as my expression was schooled into a repulsive scrunch. A small crowd gathered around us, Cedric and Cho stood at the front of it.

"You're a whore, Blair, always looking for attention. This year has only further proven it."

Before I could give her a piece of my mind, Draco butted in, shoving her back. "That's enough." He scowled.

"She's unfaithful, Draco, I mean come on she cheated on her boyfriend." Pansy's hands were flying in the air as she shouted those heinous words.

A thousand pound weight dropped on my shoulders at that as my skin turned ice cold.

it was out there in the open, for everyone to hear. An ugly lie. Professors and students gathered, the circle only grew, and all eyes were on me for a false accusation.

Pansy only had satisfaction in her eyes while mine blurred from tears.

I hadn't registered the speed at which I stood from the floor, ripped my dress, and pushed through the crowd to escape the confines of the circle. I couldn't bear to be there any longer as the memories pushed through, drowning me like a tide wave. Pansy had it all wrong and now my reputation had gone in the toilet along with the fraction of my soul that was healed.

The Clocktower.

It's been a place for me to find peace. No matter what I was hiding from this was where you'd find me.

"Blair."

Draco's voice was laced with softness as he stepped out of the shadows and into the moonlight.

"What are you wanting me to say, huh? You want me to say I cheated on Cedric? Believe it or not, everyone's got it wrong." Draco slid into the bench beside me, closer than expected.

"I don't care that you cheated on him."

"I did no such thing, Draco." I threw a nasty scowl over my shoulder. He revealed nothing in his expression as the light shone on his pale cheeks and I took the chance to explain my ugly truth.

"It was after a party, hosted by Hufflepuff. Cedric gave me the key to his room. He wasn't quite done with the party, so he and a few of his friends took off to merlin knows where with a bottle of alcohol. I was out of it and weakened. I hadn't shut the door to Cedric's room and Luke Romilly slipped in and..

"Fucking hell, y/n." Draco leaned back with doom in his eyes.

"Anyway, Pansy must have stopped by and saw. She jumped to the conclusion of infidelity and told Cedric. Waking up the following day was hell. It was his hands ripping me from the bed and dragging me out the door that left the bruises." I rubbed those healed scars on my arm, Draco wearily watched. "The memory of what happened came back later that day. All I remember was Luke's face and it was evil. And with what dignity I had left I tried to explain the truth after potions, but Cedric wouldn't listen."

"Pansy?" His question was clear.

"It was her. I hadn't spoken or heard of what happened until she blurted out a disfigured form of it tonight. I hadn't told anybody, and why would Luke? I wasn't in the right headspace to decipher anything. My friends knew that, and anyone who saw me knew that. His lies of us having consensual sex wouldn't have stuck." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Have you told a professor?"

"No one would believe me." I muttered, "Pansy made that concrete tonight. I just thought that if my truth wouldn't stand strong, you and I would. I'm sorry for dragging you into it."

He was silent.

I was silent.

The clock tower itself stood still.

He then leaned forward, squeezing my hand in reassurance.

"I believe you, darling." With that he stands, adjusting his jacket.

"And just what do you think you're doing?"

"I've got a date with Romilly." That makes me leap out of my seat in a panic, knowing what that meant and intercepted his path towards the stairs. "You can't do this, Malfoy. I don't need anything more to tarnish who I am." My palm laid flat on his chest, his heartbeat thumped with anger. "Let it go." I begged.

"I can't. I can't fathom the thought of anyone forcibly putting their hands on you. Taking advantage of you." His eyes darkened.

"Please don't.." Tears began to fall from my eyes. Terror was all I felt. With my accusation going around now I can't bear anything else. I could see the gears turning in his head as he gazed out the opening of the clocktower at the wonderous view of the school and the forest in the distance. His jaw clenched a handful of times before he responsed.

"Fine, but know this." He caught my face between his palms and the room slips away as his gaze demands my attention. I shivered at the thought that it was real. There was nobody to put on a show for. Our plan had miserably failed yet he's still here.

"I will never let anybody harm you. You're safe with me, Blair. Always."

I had never gotten lost in a kiss before, until now. Here. In the clocktower with him. The space between us caves into utter nothingness as I tasted him. It's a taste I'd never imagined to experience. A virus that infects my skin and sets me on fire with every nip and bite he offers at my lips.

An unexpected pair, born from utter failure. Yet at the same time, born from truth, acceptance and faith in my word. Draco had been called many ugly names, but it was a mask he'd blocked his true self with. Despite his ill reputation and distaste for everyone, he was the only one who believed me.

The only one who truly listened.

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