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atypicalamortentia · 5 months
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My Girl || Draco Malfoy
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Synopsis - You and Draco have a secret love affair, which all becomes public when he sees you upset in the corridors of Hogwarts.
Warnings - SFW.
Word Count - 0.5k.
[Caffeinate Me]
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Draco Malfoy had fallen for you, absolutely and totally head over heels. It didn’t matter what house you were in and it didn’t seem to matter that you were Harry Potter’s sister. None of it mattered. What mattered is that you felt the same way and so, your secret love affair with Draco began. 
You were currently walking down the halls of Hogwarts, books close to your chest and tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You weren’t looking ahead as you walked, instead you were staring at the floor barely manoeuvring through the sea of students. When Draco saw you, his eyes lit up, but he was with his friends. Despite this, he knew he needed to interact with you in some way. “Potter,” he sneered. You ignored him, not up for playing games right now. You shoved past him which left him almost speechless. “Hey, Potter. I’m talking to you,” he called out to you, but you continued walking. Draco saw you wipe your eyes and immediately his heart clenched: you were upset. All thoughts of his image went out of the window as he raced up to you, grabbing your arm and turning you around to face him. “Y/N… What’s wrong?” Draco’s voice held a large amount of care and concern as he spoke to you now. You looked up at him, tears brimming in your lower lash line and just shook your head. “Talk to me.”
“He… He tried to kiss me!” You said quickly, finally allowing the tears to fall from your eyes. 
“Who?” Draco asked, his eyes narrowing with fury. “Who tried to kiss you?” 
“McLaggen,” you hiccuped. “He cornered me against the wall and tried to kiss me.” 
“I’ll kill him,” Draco growled, eyes darting around the room to see if he could see the man in question. 
“Draco don’t,” you said quickly. 
“Nobody touches my girl and gets away with it,” he snapped, his hands flying to your face to cup your cheeks. “I’ll make him regret ever looking at you.” 
You started into his eyes, seeing the pure anger in them. He was serious, deadly serious. “Don’t get yourself into any trouble,” you whispered. 
“You’re worth getting into trouble for,” Draco smiled softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently and wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. 
“You mean that?” You asked hopefully. 
“Of course I mean that.” 
You leaned into Draco’s touch not realising that you had amassed a large number of students watching the tender moment between the two of you, including Draco’s friends. They were confused to say the least. Draco leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, smiling as he did. He didn’t seem to care that others were watching, he just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You kissed him back eagerly, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on yours. When he pulled away he chuckled slightly. “What are you laughing at?” You asked quizzically. 
“You taste salty,” was all he replied. His hands were still cupping your cheeks. “Seriously though,” Draco said, his tone turning sincere once more. “Nobody, and I mean nobody, touches you and gets away with it.”
“I love you Draco Malfoy,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. 
“I love you too, Y/N Potter.”
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multific · 10 months
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Draco Malfoy being a Jealous Boyfriend - Headcanons
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Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader
He always has an eye on you
You are his after all
No one messes with you
Funny enough, his father never heard about you
You were Draco's little secret
Not like his parents needed to know about you just yet
But in the school, everyone knew who you belonged to
He was extremely possessive and jealous
What was even weirder is that you found it cute
Anyone would be scared to even look at you
Anyone could be talking with you and Draco would find a way to insert himself into the conversation
Others found it to be rude, you found it to be cute
You might have been delusional
But you just kept thinking how he was interested in meeting with your friends
And you weren't so wrong
Draco wanted to know your friends just for different reasons 
He wanted to know everything, especially about your guy friends
Who knows what their real intentions might be
Every class, he would wait outside for you
He never liked it when you came out of the class talking to someone
If you are in Slytherin, you can bet he would be around you in the common room at all times
Being a Malfoy, he has his own little corner that is only for him and his friends
Now, he has a corner only for the two of you
If you are not in Slytherin, he would still make you join him in the common room
He likes to keep an eye on you
After all, he doesn't know what is going on in different houses
He wants you to be around 24/7
Even if it's not possible
He would make it possible
Couple/Matching items are a must
It's a way he can show that you are his
Matching rings
He would treat you right
You two would often go on dates and if a guy dares to look at you... he best run
He always thought you were just simply too sweet to notice his antics and jealous tendencies
But in reality, you did notice
You just chose to ignore it
You thought it best if you acted oblivious
After all, Draco was possibly the cutest jealous you have ever seen
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secretartlair · 6 months
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-walks into drarry fandom holding an iced coffee with fresh cold ice-
"Soooo how's it going, how are we doing? I have brain worms again"
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hacopotfoy · 7 months
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Castle In The Sky - A Hogwarts Theatre
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starlitsilvereyes · 8 months
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Hands To Myself
Written for @sapphicmicrofics’s prompt: Hands & @drarrymicrofic's prompt: Slide | Rating: E | Warnings/Tags: Femme Drarry, Dirty talk, Nipple licking, Masturbation, Vaginal Fingering, Squirting, Cunnilingus | Read on Ao3 
A/N: This is my first time writing femslash (I think?) So please let me know what you think! :)
A shaky breath leaves Draco, her stomach coiling with tension as Harry’s emerald eyes pierce daggers into her. Harry sits naked at the edge of their bed, beautifully so, her plump breasts in full view for Draco to admire.
“We don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to,” Harry says. The strain in her voice lets Draco know she wants this as much as her. Has wanted it for a long time. 
“I want to,” Draco replies. The hand that rests on her left thigh slides between her legs, close enough to the wet heat of her cunt but not touching. Not yet. “I want you to watch.” 
Harry licks her lips, raising a hand to push back a curl that’s fallen in front of her eyes, gaze never leaving Draco. 
Draco gasps as she circles her clit lightly with her ring finger. Her hand is cold against the heat of her pussy, eliciting a spark of pleasure that has her rocking her hips, desperate for more. But she wants to take this slow. Wants to prolong it as long as she can. 
She keeps teasing herself, adding another finger, sliding them from her clit and dipping them into her entrance, pulling out before the first knuckle. A string of soft sighs and whimpers fall from her lips, hips shifting with the movement of her fingers. 
“Tell me what to do,” Draco says quietly. She can feel the heat rushing to her cheeks, embarrassment threatening to bloom within her. Neither of them have done this before. “Tell me what you want.” 
Harry opens her mouth, then closes it again, looking deep in thought. “Tease yourself a bit longer. And– here, let me,” She shuffles forward, a warm hand reaching for Draco’s breast. A moan leaves Draco’s mouth as Harry rolls her nipple between her thumb and index finger. “Dip your fingers in, all the way through.” 
Draco follows, becoming wetter as Harry’s hot breath fans over her cheek. 
“Hold them there,” Harry instructs. “Don’t move.” She massages both of Draco’s breasts with her hands, thumbs running over Draco’s pink nipples as she does so. 
Draco wants to close her eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. But she doesn’t want to miss the sight of Harry pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, looking at Draco as though she wants to devour her whole. 
Harry leans down, latches her wet mouth on Draco’s right nipple. Draco howls, her hand involuntarily jerking inside of her. 
“You’re so beautiful,” Harry murmurs against her chest. “All for me.” She tortures Draco longer, not instructing her to do anything but keep her fingers inside of her pussy as Harry laps and bites and sucks at her nipples. 
“Harry,” Draco whines. Her legs are shaking by now, and her fingers are soaked with liquid want. 
“Thought I was the one in charge here?” Harry pulls off, arching a thick brow. 
Draco frowns, fighting the urge to kick her right then and there. “You’re a menace.” 
Harry laughs, sitting up straighter as to get a better view of Draco’s cunt. “Go on, love. Fuck your fingers inside of your pussy.” 
With shaking hands, Draco pulls her fingers out of her dripping cunt. She dips them in again, down to her last knuckles, then scissors them inside of her. Her hips rise from the bed, following the movements of her fingers as she fucks herself faster and harder. “Harry, hnghhhhh, fuck, fuck–” 
“That’s right,” Harry hums. “Fuck yourself like how you want to be fucked.” 
How the fuck is Harry so good at this? 
“Start rubbing your clit with your thumb,” Harry says, breathless. 
Draco does, whimpers when orgasm starts to roll at the pit of her stomach. Harry reaches for one of her legs, hikes it up against her hip, creating a new angle that leaves Draco moaning loudly. She’s so close, so fucking close. She wants to cry from the pleasure of it. 
“Come, Draco.” is all she needs to hear from Harry. Draco does, squirting all over her hand as she moaned Harry’s name through her orgasm. When she comes down from the high, she opens her eyes to see Harry peering down at her hungrily. Heat rushes through Draco’s cheeks, realising the mess she’s made of their bed.
Harry’s darkening eyes travel from Draco’s wet hands and stomach to her breasts, then to her face. “I want to taste you,” she says, sliding down the bed, her face between Draco’s legs as she licks her clean. 
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andithiel · 1 year
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The secret language of flowers
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Another contribution to the @hdcandyheartsfest for the prompt "bouquet". I was heavily inspired by the classic tumblr "fuck you" bouquet, and it's companion mentioned in the notes, the "fuck me" bouquet. As always, a massive thank you my lovely friend @crazybutgood for the beta and flailing and for making me blush 🥰
Drarry | 2,3k (!) | Teen and up for mentions of naughty things happening
“Draco, dear, stop fidgeting.”
Draco looked up at Pansy sitting across the table from him, a heap of textbooks between them. 
“I’m not fidgeting.”
“Okay. Could you then please stop this masturbation replacement and focus on our exam revision?”
He glared at her smirking face and stopped bouncing his leg up and down.
“Thank you.” Pansy smiled sweetly. “Now, could you please pass me the anatomy books?”
He handed them over with a sigh, when there was a tap on his kitchen window. A small brown owl with a flowery scarf tied around its neck sat waiting on the window sill. Draco bolted from his seat to let it in. It stuck out its leg towards him, revealing a scroll of parchment. Draco took it gently and let the bird perch on his owl stand while procuring an owl treat from his cabinet. He rolled out the parchment, chuckling in delight. “Oh dear, they really outdid themselves, this is perfect!”
“What is it?” Pansy got up from her chair and peeked over his shoulder. “A picture of a bouquet?”
He grinned. “It’s a drawn preview for a bouquet I ordered. Let me just approve it real quick and send it back with this owl. I want it delivered as soon as possible.”
He signed the form, dropped the correct amount of money into the owl’s pouch, and sent it on its way.
“Who’s the special one?” Pansy asked. “You haven’t told me you’re seeing anyone.”
“Oh, I’m not seeing anyone, it’s a bouquet of spite.” He turned to her, startling a bit at her demeanour with her arms crossed over her chest, leaning on one hip, eyes flashing. Pansy could be really fucking scary, and in any other situation, he’d be terrified now. But this time, he hadn’t done anything wrong, and she’d probably even enjoy his plan.
“A bouquet of spite?” She raised an unimpressed eyebrow at him. “Let me guess: it’s for Potter.”
“How did you—?”
“Oh, please, as if half the class haven’t seen you eye-fucking each other since we started healer training. It was only a matter of time before you made it official.”
“We’re not— I’m not—” Draco spluttered. “This is a bouquet of spite!” He waved the parchment at her, then forced himself to calm down. Being upset would only undermine his point, even if his indignation came from being horribly misinterpreted. “Look,” he said, more calmly now. “Look at this and tell me it’s not the greatest way to send Potter the Sanctimonius Prick a heartfelt ‘fuck you’.” 
He held up the drawing of the bouquet he’d ordered the day before, thrusting it towards Pansy, but she maintained her usual resting bitch face (although Draco knew perfectly well that the bitch was never resting).
“All I see is a collection of pretty flowers. Very striking, if I may say so.”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, don’t you see the symbolism?”
“What symbolism?”
“The symbolism of the flowers!” he said, suddenly feeling unsure. Was she playing stupid or was she really not familiar with the Victorian flower language? “Here, we’ve got geraniums for stupidity, foxglove for insincerity—”
“Have you met Potter? He’s the most sincere person in the world.”
“Yes, thank you, Pansy, I’ve noticed that. That’s the point,” Draco sighed. “Anyway, I also picked meadowsweet for uselessness, yellow carnations to say ‘you have disappointed me’, and finally orange lilies for hatred. Ergo: ‘fuck you’ in flowers.”
“Which secret language is this?”
“Pansy, my dear, the Victorian flower language is common knowledge, surely you know all of this already?”
Pansy was silent for long seconds, chewing the inside of her cheek, still with her arms crossed. She reminded him of a cobra waiting to strike. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore.
“What?”
She shrugged. “Seems like an inordinate amount of money and time to spend just to tell someone you loathe them.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he muttered, sitting down again with his school books. “Let’s continue revising, shall we?”
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The rest of the day, Draco was in jitters. He couldn’t wait to see how Potter would react to the flowers. Would he be furious? Would he cry? Or worse, would he not care?
He got his answer later in the evening. He’d waved Pansy off and snuggled up on his sofa to read his favourite medical romance novel, when there was an urgent knock on the door. He groaned in frustration and considered disobeying his upbringing by simply pretending he wasn’t at home, but when there was another, even more persistent knock, he reluctantly left his cosy fortress and went to answer it. To his surprise, Potter was standing outside.
“Oh, Draco,” he said breathlessly, as if he was taken by surprise to see Draco and hadn’t just come over to accost him.
“Potter? What are you doing here?” 
Draco realised that Potter had probably come to fight him because of the flowers, and Draco had foolishly left his wand on the coffee table. 
“I, er… I came to thank you for the flowers, I…” Potter chuckled, looking down at his feet and then up at Draco with flushed cheeks and a glint in his eyes that Draco’d never seen before. Except when they were fighting. “Can I come in?” he said, and Draco wasn’t sure if it was his imagination or if Potter’s voice always sounded this… husky.
He was so flabbergasted by the request that it didn’t even occur to him to deny it, so he merely opened the door further and let Potter step inside. He closed it, and then Potter was so damn close, so much so that Draco could smell his aftershave and the hint of sweat underneath; it made his head spin.
“I have to admit I— I’ve thought about it, I mean, thought about us, but… I think I’ve been afraid to really think about it because I wasn’t sure if you’d feel the same,” Potter said, his lips so close to Draco’s ear that his breath tickled Draco’s skin, sending shivers down his spine.
“Sorry?” Draco squeaked. 
“The flowers,” Potter said, drawing back to look Draco in the eyes (and Merlin, this close, Potter’s eyes were mesmerising, with subtle golden hues in them that only emphasised the green). “I have to say that I was a bit angry at first, because I know the foxglove is poisonous. But then I looked into the meaning of it, and…” He chuckled again, biting his bottom lip. 
Draco’s head was spinning. It was like he’d been thrown into an alternate dimension, and he was too shocked by Potter’s behaviour to know what to say. 
“I thought that, as much as we fight with each other, you wouldn’t send me poisonous flowers just to be a dick, so I think ultimately, it was the foxglove that made me realise you were sending me a message. Which shouldn’t surprise me, you’ve always been full of layers and mystery, haven’t you? So, why not send me a message about your affection and fear of telling me outright?”
“Sorry?” Draco said again. Why were words failing him now, of all times?
Potter rolled his eyes, but the smile on his face made it look… fond. “Come on, Draco, I know you probably think I’m clueless when it comes to these things, but even if I don’t know the meaning of flowers by heart, I know how to look stuff up.”
Draco didn’t answer, he just stood frozen, gaping like a fish.
“I’ll admit I was surprised about the meadowsweet for courtship and matrimony, because it felt like maybe getting ahead of things, but—” he stepped closer again, his hands coming to cradle Draco’s waist “—the more I thought about it, the more it made sense, and… I wouldn’t want to rule it out.”
Potter was so close now that his breath ghosted over Draco’s face, and Draco’s eyelids fluttered closed. 
“Geranium for happiness,” Potter said, kissing the angle of Draco’s jaw, “foxglove and orange lilies for pride,” his lips glided along Draco’s jaw. “I shouldn’t be surprised you chose two flowers to symbolise your pride,” he chuckled, and Draco swallowed thickly, his breath quickening, heart beating wildly in his chest. “And the yellow chrysanthemums for joy and celebration were a nice way to sign the message off.” Potter’s lips had reached Draco’s chin, now.
“They weren’t—” Draco sighed.
“What?” Potter’s mouth was so close to his now that they were practically sharing the same air.
“Nothing,” Draco said, throwing all caution to the wind and tilting his head down to capture Potter’s lips with his. 
Maybe this wasn’t the reaction he’d planned, but he was certainly not complaining about the outcome of his scheme. Especially not when Potter grabbed his arse to press himself closer, which led to Draco grabbing Potter’s hair to be able to angle his head just right, which lead to Potter eliciting the most delicious moan Draco had heard in his life, which led to Draco deciding then and there that he needed to send the florist an extra big tip.
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“So, it seems as if the flowers you sent really paid off.”
Normally, Draco would hate to admit to Pansy that she’d been right, but today, the day after having been snogged silly by the Prat who lived, he felt generous.
“Well, I guess one of us had to nudge the other one in the right direction.”
“I think you did more than just nudge Potter yesterday, if that love bite is anything to go by.”
Draco’s hand flew to the part of his neck where Potter had been most persistent in sucking yesterday, but was interrupted by a tapping on the window. When Draco looked up, it was an owl with the same neck bind as the one he’d received yesterday with the drawing of Potter’s bouquet, but this one was larger, and it was clutching a big brown package in its talons. Draco hastened to let it in and set the package down on the kitchen counter. He gave the owl a little bowl of water along with the owl treats—it looked a bit tired—and then proceeded to unwrap what looked like a packet of flowers.
“Oh, more flowers?” Pansy cooed. “A little thank you for your tryst yesterday?”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Draco said, searching for a card. “And calling it a tryst makes it sound sordid, we didn’t even do anything under the belt.” Unless rutting counted, he thought, remembering with a thrill how Potter had shivered against him as he came. 
Once all the paper was gone, he admired the bouquet Potter had selected for him. It was an odd mix of colours and shapes of flowers, not as aesthetically pleasing as the one he’d sent, but one couldn’t put too much faith in Potter’s choice in beauty.
“Is that a message as well?” Pansy looked at the bouquet with a frown, as if she was personally offended by the messiness of the ensemble.
Draco snorted. “Highly unlikely, since he completely missed my message yesterday.” But out of habit, he started going through the different meanings of the flowers anyway, just to show Pansy how wrong she was. “I mean, look: this one is for “anticipation”, and this, “elope with me. Sure, he told me yesterday that he wouldn’t want to rule out—” He cut himself off, because that particular information was something he hadn’t shared with Pansy yet, because he wasn’t sure he hadn’t been dreaming the whole thing. “And this is for ‘Victory in battle’, which, okay I’ll admit that that could be a message considering how much we fight about things, but—”
He cut himself off again, because the meaning of the red poppies could not be mistaken for anything else. Pleasure. He studied the bouquet again, heat rising in his face as understanding dawned on him. “Fucking hell,” he murmured, feeling Pansy’s eyes on him. 
He fumbled for the card, which read “Hope you like them as much as I liked mine yesterday, XX Harry.”
“That fucking—” Draco crumpled the card in his hand and turned on his heel to go to his living room, where his Floo was.
“What?” Pansy said, bewildered. “What does it say?”
“It says I’ve been had,” Draco said, throwing a too big pinch of Floo powder into his hearth and spinning off to Potter’s flat.
When he stepped out, dusting himself off, Potter was leaning against the back of an armchair, arms crossed and a smug smirk on his face. 
“Did you like the flowers?”
Draco drew himself up to his fullest height, trying as best he could to stare Potter down.
“You—” 
Like yesterday, he was annoyingly at a loss for words, but this time, it was out of anger.
Potter tilted his head, eyes glittering, as if he was an innocent puppy waiting for a treat. “I, what?”
“You know of the Victorian flower language.”
Potter’s smile widened, but still with that sweetness to it. “Of course I do, it’s common knowledge.”
“So, you really sent me a bouquet telling me ‘I anticipate you to elope with me and conquer me in pleasure with much energy’?” Draco said, not sure if he should be offended or impressed.
“I was thinking more like ‘I’m anticipating you and me getting out of here so you can tackle me and enthusiastically fuck me cross-eyed,’ but, yeah, I guess your interpretation work as well.”
Draco choked on his own saliva. “So you— Yesterday— You knew— You understood what—”
“That you wanted to tell me ‘fuck you’? Yeah, I did.”
“But—”
Potter scoffed, pushing off the armchair and prowling closer. “Oh, come on, Draco. No one puts that amount of money and effort into sending an elaborate message like that to someone they loathe. Not even you.”
Draco crossed his arms as Potter stepped into his personal space and tilted his head up towards him. “Well, well, Potter. It seems like you have some Slytherin in you, after all.”
“Mmm. Though I have to say, I don’t think I have nearly enough Slytherin in me,” Potter whispered into his ear. “Care to help me change that?”
Draco nodded mutely as his cock gave a twitch.
“Good,” Potter purred. “And just so you know, you’ll call me Harry from now on.”
Following Harry into his bedroom, Draco swallowed any objection he had. “With pleasure.”
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fellatitledthemf · 3 months
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People starting to love Luke cause his actor is hot is pure Draco Malfoy effect
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nobodybutapathetic · 10 months
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My Little Birthday Boy
Pairing: birthday boy Draco and Y/N
Summary: It was finally the moment you’ve been waiting for. The birthday of the one and only Draco Malfoy. You then decided to surprise him as it was June 5…
Warning: cuteness
A/N: AAAAA IT’S FINALLY DRACO’S BIRTHDAY!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO! YOU ARE LOVED BY US 💚
(Also, I’m sorry for not really being active here on tumblr I was too busy in TikTok lol q-q hope y’all understand and enjoy!)
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“Y/N! Guess what?!” Pansy yelled, shaking my arms.
“Ow Pansy! What is it?” I said, turning my head to her while raising a brow.
“Do you really not know?” She asked.
“What do you mea-“ I paused then finally realized what today was.
“It’s Draco’s birthday!” I said, excitingly.
“Mhm finally! Took you a bit long!” She chuckled as she pointed at her bed filled with presents.
“Wow you actually bought a lot of gifts.” I said, surprised.
”Of course! He’s our best friend anyway!” She chuckled then raised a brow, “How about you? Have you gotten him anything?” She asked.
“Yes I did actually.” I said, pulling out a medium box that had so many things inside.
“Woah that’s a big box! Can I see what’s inside pretty please?” She asked, giving me puppy eyes.
“You’ll see at Draco’s birthday, Pansy. I don’t wanna spoil it to anyone other than myself!” I said, hiding the box somewhere in my vanity.
”Ugh fine. But anyways, there’s a few more hours left before his birthday starts. How about we go wear some dresses to impress him?” She suggested, giving me a wink.
“Sounds fun!” I said, smiling as we both chose our dresses.
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A few hours later, it was finally Draco’s birthday. Me and Pansy looked absolutely stunning as she had a black long dress on as I had a red short dress. I wore light makeup as Pansy wore something thick. She really wanted to catch Draco’s impression as she held the gifts for Draco to give him.
“Are you ready to go now?” Pansy asked, seeming more excited.
“Mhm.” I said, nodding as I held the present box. I know I only brought a single medium box filled with things but I had one certain gift that I’ll give Draco in the end…
Pansy then apparated us to the Malfoy Manor’s door step, knocking on the door as it flung open, only to reveal the room being decorated with such beautiful and exquisite accessories. Although, one that outshined the most was the “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DRACO!” Letters floating in the air with sparkles by magic. Draco then saw us and approached us with a big smile.
“Hey ladies! It’s nice to know you came!” He smiled before talking again. “Please enter! And you can leave the presents over there” He said, pointing at the huge table filled with lots of gifts.
“Alright!” Me and Pansy said in unison as we both entered inside the mesmerizing manor, placing the gifts on the table filled with other various gifts.
“It’s lovely here, Draco!” I said, coming up to him.
“Well, it isn’t as lovely as you~” He winked, which made me blush.
“Oh stop with the flirting, Draco.” I said, rolling my eyes.
Draco chuckled. “Yeah yeah. Anyways, watch me blow the candle later, ‘kay?” He asked which I nodded at.
“Of course.” I said, smiling.
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A few minutes later, Draco sat on the fancy chair as we sang him a happy birthday. After all the singing, Draco blew the candles out as we all clapped.
“Thank you all!” He said, smiling as he stood up and sliced the cake.
“Happy birthday, Draco!” I said, giving him a smile.
“Thanks, Y/N” He smiled.
“Why don’t you open your gifts now?” I said, still smiling at him, waiting for his response.
“Yeah sure! I’ll start with..” He started thinking as he chose a random gift. “This?” He asked as I nodded.
After a few minutes of Draco opening some gifts, he then opened mines.
“I gave that gift, by the way!” I smiled as he looked at me and returned the smile.
“Wow really? Well I must say, it’s really too much!” He said, chuckling until he opened the cover and gasped.
“W-what?! A full set of the new black suit clothes!? I always wanted to get this but.. it never came out!” He then turned to me and gave me a hug as I chuckled and hugged him back.
“Did you like it?” I smiled.
“I don’t like it.. I love it!” He said, smiling as he then looked at the box again. “Thank you thank you thank you so much!” He said, hugging me again but tightly.
“Anytime! But there’s also one more gift I wanna give you..” I said, this time blushing.
“Huh? What is it?” He said, curiously.
“This.” I said before leaning in, giving him a kiss.
His eyes widened at the sudden movement of mine until he gave in, pulling me by my waist as he kissed me back.
I then pulled away and looked into his eyes.
“Wow I-.. Just.. Woah.. I didn’t expect that you’d do that but.. Merlin… This gotta be the best gift of my life!” He said, smiling as he blushed crazily. I just giggled at his response as I sigh happily.
“Sorry. I thought you’d like it” I said, rubbing my shoulders.
“Well I do! Mind giving me it again?” He asked, shyly.
“Yeah sure!” I said before wrapping my arms around him and kissing him again.
After a few seconds of kissing, we pulled away.
“I’m really happy that we’re together now.. you’re just so special, you know? I’m really the luckiest birthday boy to exist!” He said, happily.
“I’m happy too.” I said, caressing his cheeks as I looked at him lovingly.
“I love you.” He said, smiling softly.
“I love you too, Draco.” I said smiling.
“Then again, happy birthday, Draco.”
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dortelart · 7 months
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Another one, thank you
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tiandr · 1 year
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Super fast drarry doodle 🥹
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drarrymyheart · 6 months
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A sweet Drarry Drabble from September.
A New Dawn by DrarryMyHeart
The pillow is smooth against his face, his body melded with the mattress as he blinks slowly into consciousness. The world is a warm blur of creams and whites before pale blonde eyelashes come into soft focus. Supple lips, barely parted where they rest against the pillow. A few strands of white-blonde hair draping over a slender nose. Mine. They aren’t quite touching, yet Harry feels the warmth and weight of the man beside him; comforts in the deep, rhythmic flow of his breathing. A long swath of sunlight creeps up the duvet and over a bare, milky shoulder, the morning light revealing tiny dust particles lazily swirling through the air.
An adoration so intense it prickles at the corners of his eyes sweeps through Harry. The desire to move close, press their bodies together, press his lips to the curve of that sharp jaw and thread fingers through silky strands, is overwhelming. His fingers yearn to trace every curve and angle. But he doesn’t. Not yet. The scene before him is still, like a painting brought to life, and he cannot bring himself to disrupt it. A glint of silver and his focus shifts to pale fingers splayed between them. A devoted passion swells within his heart as he recalls the promises made. A burning pride at the memory of the jubilant celebration. A thrum of desire as he remembers the honeyed words dripping from those lips late into the night.
A disbelief that this gets to be his. Forever.
Giving in, Harry reaches out and brushes aside those errant platinum strands, tracing a perfectly manicured eyebrow. Draco stirs but does not wake. Harry threads his fingers through Draco’s, his own silver band now gleaming in the sunlight streaming over the bedding between them. He shifts their joined hands to press his lips to the tiny freckle in the dip between thumb and forefinger and nuzzle over their knuckles, a cool ring pressing into his cheek. Mine. A tear slides down Harry’s cheek to nestle in the crook of his smile.
A tight press against his palm. A low hum and the hint of a smile before grey eyes meet his own.
Good morning, my love; my heart.
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theunknowninside · 8 months
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jaywondrlnd · 9 months
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Here's an extremely old artwork of Draco y'all 🐍🖤
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secretartlair · 2 years
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printable coloring sheet drarry
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Print! Color! Enjoy!
(and then post it and tag me because I’m a glutton for attention)
I’ve lost my entire mind and made a coloring sheet, so have fun!!
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starlitsilvereyes · 8 months
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Different Love
Written for @drarrymicrofic’s prompt: Dark Side | Rating: T | Warnings: Referenced: child abuse, Wizarding war, & Fiendfyre, Angst, Hurt/Comfort | Read on Ao3
I never knew of a different love until I met you. 
For so long, all I’d ever known of love was the softness of it. My mother’s small hands cradling my face, telling me how beautiful I was, and how intelligent and ambitious and creative. My father, though he was not an affectionate man, knew how to instil confidence in me. He gave me a portion of my inheritance at age eleven, so I knew I would always be destined for greatness. My grandfather was the first person to truly believe in me, so I believed in myself. 
I’d never known fear until the war came to fruition. I’d never known anger until my Aunt Bellatrix had called my father a pitiful and pathetic husband of a Black. I’d never known defeat until I was surrounded by blazing flames – a fire ready to devour me into the abyss. 
You’ve only known the cruelty of love. 
Tell me what it’s like to be angry. Tell me what it’s like to claw your way into the darkness, seeking even just for a sliver of light. Tell me what it’s like to burn. Tell me what it’s like to bite into poison and swallow it whole. Tell me what it’s like to hurt. 
Tell me – teach me what it’s like to be loved cruelly, with all your sharp edges and teeth like knives. I would love you tenderly despite it all. 
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mystic-sn0w · 8 months
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𝔇𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔬 𝔐𝔞𝔩𝔣𝔬𝔶 - 🐍
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