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nhstadler · 4 months

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3 9 7 P A G E S

Hey everyone! I realised it's been forever since I posted anything and since I'm not quite finished with the chapter, I thought I'd at least post a story snippet to let you know that I haven't fogotten about you and about HNTBAW. It's just been a little much lately and I've been struggling with writer's block (as always).

But anyway, this is a random scene from the post Hogwarts series (which I might title A Catalogue of Us). It's kind of a flashback memory sort of thing and maybe it's a little confusing and sad, but maybe some of you enjoy it. I hope you had wonderful holidays / Christmas if you celebrate it and I promise I'm still writing.

Let me know what you think if you feel like it... hearing from you guys always helps my motivation, honestly :)

When James fell, the world stood still. I stood still.

Sometimes I still dream about it. His muddled form falling through the sky, the burst of levitation spells in the pouring rain, like perverse fireworks, missing him again and again and again. There was nothing anyone could have done and yet…

And yet.

I take a sip of my coffee, trying to banish the scraps of the nightmare that still cling to my mind as I wrap the blanket tighter around my shoulders. The air is crisp, laced with salt and the subtle sweetness of the heather that grows along the cliffside, trembling in the breeze. I’ve been staring at the horizon for almost an hour, watching the darkness fade into that bluish glow that only exists in these few minutes before sunrise, when the world is in-between. Like the sky holds its breath for just a moment.

Like I held my breath when I was an ocean away, unpacking my old life into my new flat, barely paying attention to Ludo Bagman’s tinny commentary in the background. I didn’t even know why I had turned on the match in the first place. I should have stayed away, taken advantage of the physical distance, but there was comfort in the familiarity of it. In hearing his name chanted by thousands of voices. I missed him and I hated him a little for it. And then I heard the screams.

I thought I had lost him before, but this was so much worse.

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The room is bright, made of sun-drenched walls and filled with flowers and too many people. But I barely notice. James isn’t moving. There is a tangle of tubes, pumping healing potion from the IV bags into his system, mending his broken bones and his cuts and gashes as much as it can. But even magic can only do so much.

Ginny sees me first. I’m lingering in the doorway like an intruder, not sure if I have a right to be here. I couldn’t not come. I don’t know what to say, though. My throat closes off when our gaze meets over the hospital bed. She’s clutching James’s hand in both of hers like she’s holding on for dear life, her eyes brimming with tears, and I’m crying too, biting my bottom lip to keep myself from sobbing.

“Seth!” Lily calls out, making both Harry and Al look up, but I still don’t know if I’m welcome. Not until Ginny lets go of her son and extends her hand towards me, the faintest of smiles curving her mouth as she summons me to his bedside.

I want to touch him, to feel that he is still here, warm and real and alive, but I don’t dare. There are too many IV lines and bandages and I’m afraid I might hurt him. “How - how is he?”

It’s a useless question, I know it, but there’s still the naive hope that the answer might have changed. That he’ll open his eyes and give me that infuriating half-smile, calling me Woodley and telling me that everything will be alright.

“I’m sorry,” someone says behind me and I turn around to look at the healer that has come into the room. “Only family is allowed in here.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry.”

I make to get up, wiping away the tears with shaky fingers, but Ginny’s hand circles my wrist, her bloodshot gaze firmly on the woman in the lime green coat. “She is.”

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I wanted to buy him some magazines, but half of the stock in the small St. Mungo’s kiosk is about brooms and Quidditch and the other half are gaudy newspapers that still seem to be in a competition over who can print the most disturbing pictures of James plummeting through the air. I was ready to give up and settle on the Kneazle Lover’s Digest when I saw the flashy book pyramid by the checkout.

“I got you something.” I’m barely in the room when I hold up the shiny hardback with the gaudy cover and James raises an eyebrow at the shirtless guy that takes up most of the front.

“Holy Morgan, what is that, Woodley?” He lets his head fall to the side, smiling at me, even though he is too weak to move. Bruises and scratches still paint brutal patterns across his skin, covering his face and neck, his shoulders, his ribs, but they’re healing.

Unlike his legs.

“They had it in the hospital bookshop!” I can barely contain my excitement as I sit down in the chair next to his bed, thumbing through the pages, because this feels like a sign. A very dumb sign, but a sign nonetheless, and I’ll take anything I can get. “No way!” I press the open page against my mouth, my eyebrows arching at James over the edge of the book.

“What?” He’s frowning, amusement still tugging on the corners of his mouth.

“It’s set in the 1800s.”

He groans, though the grin on his face definitely dampens the effort. Rain is lashing against the windows, drowning out the steady drip of the IVs and, for a moment, it feels like it used to. Like Sunday mornings at his and Freddie’s flat, when he would refuse to get up and pull me back into bed with him.

“I’m so excited.”

“I bet.” He’s laughing, properly now, and my heart flutters behind my chest. It should know better. Especially because I saw her name flash across his phone screen last night before I left. “How long is that damn thing?”

I flip to the very back of the book, catching a few of the final words even though I try to not read them. “397 pages.”

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“How many pages?”

He used to ask how many chapters. Then it turned to pages. Because he knows it too - that we only exist like the words on paper, between the pages. Until we reach the last one. The last sentence.

“191.”

When the story ends, so do we. But ours is a tragedy. Maybe it was always meant to be.

I come back every day. I sit next to his bed and read A Witch’s Guide to Rakes and Romance, blushing fiercely at the spicy scenes but reading it all. James covers Lily’s ears when she’s cuddled up next to him and she complains loudly while Al and Freddie laugh and Harry and Ginny exchange soft, tired smiles.

Sometimes, the room is crowded. Sometimes, it’s just us - James and me and the steady whirring of the machines - and I read to him until he falls asleep. I read to him until twilight creeps into the room and we have to turn on the neon hospital lights.

I read to him until he can feel his legs again.

Until the IV lines become less.

Until he can sit up by himself.

“How many?” He says and I don’t look at him.

“16.”

It’s the last chapter. And, though I know that it’s time to go, that this semi-real version of us has an expiration date, I dread every page I turn.

“What if you stayed?” James says, quietly, and I feel like I might choke. I can barely breathe.

What if I stayed?

“I - I can’t.” My fingers are clenching the book in my lap, digging into the cover for something to hold on to. This feels awful, like a second break-up, and I wish I could just fold myself into his arms.

But I can’t and he doesn’t argue. Because he knows me too well.

His lips are pressed together as he nods, a tear sliding down the side of his face into his pillow and I’m crying too. When he reaches out, I take his hand and weave my fingers through his, careful to not dislodge the catheter in the back of his hand.

“Do you want to hear the ending now?” I ask, wiping the tears from my cheeks, and his gaze slides from my face to the book in my lap, to our intertwined fingers.

“No.” I feel his hold on me loosen, his hand slipping out of my grasp a little. “I don’t want to know how it ends.”

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saffrongin · 1 year

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My History of You

Draco doesn't want things to change. He's scared if they do, Hermione would leave him.

She left him anyway.

Can he change the past and fix their future?

#dhr #Draco Malfoy #dramione #draco x hermione #fanfiction #hpfanfiction #fanfic #art #illustration #Hermione Granger #time travel #age difference #smut #pwp #hurt/comfort #ao3

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sniperjade · 4 months

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I made this cute little piece of art for my friend Midnightlumos for her fic "Wedding Wars". In this scene Hermione and Draco are collecting these special love flowers under the moonlight. The flowers are very delicate and dissolve under the slightest touch so here Hermione is blowing on them so that the flower dust falls in the jar.

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the-house-of-nott · 7 months

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Volunteers needed for the Wheels of Misfortune!

The House of Nott presents Nottvember fest 2023!

To join, the rules are simple:

Spin the wheels to get your prompts

Create your piece in any media that can upload to Ao3

Spin the wheels again and go for another round!

More on rules here: Wheels of Misfortune

Wheel 1 - Characters and Setting

Wheel 2 - Quotes and Items

Wheel 3 - CHAOS

Wheel 4 - (optional) NSFW

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into-the-midst · 3 months

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Within the Hollow Crown: Chapter 20

Read here! Summary: Lucius failed at the Ministry, and Draco is sent to Hogwarts with a cryptic warning that he will be tasked with an unknown mission. He expects to spend his sixth year on prefect rounds with Pansy and finally beating Potter on the Quidditch Pitch. He never expected his new roommate to be Voldemort himself, or that Voldemort's obsession with trophies would apply to him.

A canon-divergence of HBP, told from the perspective of Voldemort, Draco, and Harry.

Tags: Hogwarts Sixth Year, Torture, Possessive Behavior, Obsessive Behavior, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Injury, Disordered Eating, Psychological Horror, ultra slowburn, Harry Potter is Obsessed with Draco Malfoy

#draco malfoy #harry potter #lord voldemort #tom riddle #harry potter fanfiction #fanfiction #hp x dm #hpfanfiction #hp slash #draco x harry

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chiasant · 1 year

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Inspired by "In Plushies We Trust" by Betz. AO3 Summary: Due to a miscast curse, Severus Snape is turned into a doll-sized plushie version of himself. What happens when Hermione discovers the little Snape doll and takes it home with her? And what does Severus learn about Hermione in the process? #severussnape #snape #severusrogue #severus #rogue #severosnape #professorsnape #professorpotion #snamione #hermionegranger #harrypotter #fanart #hpfanart #harrypotterfanart #harrypotterfandom #fanfiction #fanfic #hpfanfiction #snamionefanart #snapeart (em Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl1c1NWgmGa/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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kevergreen · 1 year

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And with Chapter 17, she’s done!!!

I can’t believe my first fic is done and completed, brb while I go sob uncontrollably.

Snakes and Daffodils: Chapter 17 - In Which Narcissa Malfoy has Impeccable Timing

Behind her, Malfoy snorted. She turned to watch his expression in her periphery. He was looking up at the window to their right with an odd sort of wistfulness.

“I will admit,” he started, smiling. “There was a summer I thought about you visiting here.”

Hermione raised a brow, “what, to enjoy the novel experience of bullying me somewhere new?” Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“Not quite the line of thinking 5th year Draco was considering,” he said, finally looking at her. Hermione’s heart rate took off like a horse let out to pasture at his expression.

Malfoy looked away again, “there was a time that year when you were in the library, and you were reaching for some book on the top shelf. You had to have known what you were doing. I think I hardly breathed until you were done. And of course, the book you grabbed wasn’t the right one, so you went back and put it away and grabbed another next to it.”

Hermione’s cheeks were aflame. She both wanted to beg that he stop talking and demand that he tell her more.

“Actually, I don’t think I even blinked,” he said with a deprecating laugh. “Your skirt lifted up just enough that I could see where your thigh began to curve up… Merlin, did that little glimpse of bum star in more daydreams than I’m entirely willing to admit.”

“Well, since you’re being so candid,” she started with a laugh, looking at her shoes. “I may or may not have actually needed the book.”

Malfoy scoffed, “you knew exactly what you were doing!”

“Hey! It’s not my fault if I had a momentary lapse in memory regarding Professor McGonagall’s assignments,” she said.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35096662/chapters/115367416

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mags0607 · 2 years

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Love Bites, Or How Draco Malfoy Learned to let go and Celebrate his Allure by: Mosrael

(51k/ Mature/ Vampire Trope)

Recently-turned Draco Malfoy is doing his very best to be a normal, productive, contributing member of wixen society. So far, he's managed to keep his bloody little problem a secret, even from his best friends. But when the professional opportunity he's been dreaming of finally falls in his lap, he finds himself with much more than just a potential promotion. Will a profile on a new creature-exclusive dating app, a wolfy stranger who seems hellbent on liking Draco just the way he is, and a little self-confidence help Draco finally love himself and his newfound community?

MY THOUGHTS: This story was a delight! As much as this story is about Harry and Draco falling for each other, it definitely focuses on Draco accepting his creature side and finding out how to navigate his life with his new heritage. There is a sense of community and finding one’s place in this story that is heartwarming and deeply emotional.

I love that this story centers around a dating app for those with creature heritage, and of course it’s founded by Veela Queen Fleur! As Draco really goes on a journey to accept himself and others, he connects with a profile and becomes increasingly attached to the user in the other end, whoever they may be 😉. I love how the author blends the text conversations from the app with Draco’s journey of telling people about being a Vampire, finding his voice and getting comfortable in his new skin.

FEATURING: HOT bathroom photos, Supportive Pansy Parkinson, Werewolf Harry Potter, Animal Lover Harry Potter, Playful banter, A bit of creature rights, and coming to love yourself for exactly who you are.

*This review was written for @gameofdrarry Wizard Hearts 2022*

#harry potter #hpfanfiction #gameofdrarry #draco malfoy #fanfic rec #vampire!draco #werewolf!harry

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octopussoap · 11 months

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So excited to finally start sharing this work with the world!!

Chapter 1 arrives on ao3 on June 5th—find me there as octopussoap

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco x hermione #fanfic #hermione x draco #arranged marriage #hpfanfiction #slow burn

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jkbunny2001 · 1 year

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Play with me: Draco x Reader

Pairing: Draco x y/n reader

Genre: friends to lovers

Rating: 21+

Summary: You and Draco have been friends for a very long time. Growing up together, you’ve played countless games ranging from wizards chess to shoots and ladders… but lately the phrase “games” has had a whole other meaning to the both of you.

Warnings: mature, unprotected sex, bondage, blindfolding, spanking, daddy kink, breeding kink, possessive Draco (honestly not a surprise), teasing

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“Draco, come on! I won far and square!”

After a round of playing video games in Draco’s dorm room, he was convinced you somehow cheated in a game of Mario Cart 8. Last minute of him being in first, you struck him with a blue shelling putting him in last.

“Absolutely not! Stupid blue shell! I never get it and you always do!” He half laughed, not really being seriously mad. It was all fun and games to him, so majority of the time he didn’t mind losing, as long as he got to see you smile. You giggled along with him, happy that you got something he never could, oddly enough.

“It’s not my fault, the game likes me better.” He rolled his eyes and he put his controller down to head to his closet. “I’m changing into pajamas. Are you spending the night again?” He asked taking his shirt off. You quickly looked away, blushing uncontrollably at how confident he was in just stripping off his clothes.

“U-Um.. i don’t know yet… but let’s play one more round! I’m not tired yet!” You pleaded with your eyes still off of Draco and his muscular body. “Y/n, it’s midnight and we have exams tomorrow. You’re not gonna be able to wake up on time.” He walked back over to you, wearing nothing but a pair of dark green sweatpants and a black wife beater. You tried to act cool but you couldn’t help but blush and look away from your crush of 5 years.

Growing up with him, it was very obvious that Draco was growing into his looks. He went from a snarky little punk that no one could put up with, to a very handsome, still snarky punk. “That’s not true! And if I spend the night you could always wake me up.” You got up and walked over to his drawers, taken one of his over sized shirts before heading to the bathroom.

“Yeah right! I’m not doing that again!” He laughed, referring to the time that you almost broke his nose, angry someone was waking you up. You rolled your eyes as you came out with nothing but underwear and his shirt on. This time it was Draco’s turn to look away. He always had a crush on you. The day your family came over for dinner, and saw you for the first time, Draco thought you were an angel sent from heaven. Watching you grow into a young woman, he saw the changes to your body, from your size C chest, to the curves in your body.

You noticed how red his face turned compared to his pale skin. You started to giggle. “Is Draco Malfoy shy!? Playboy Malfoy getting red??” You teased him, knowing how much he hated being called a playboy. He sighed and rolled his eyes at your comment. “Yeah like you weren’t red a few minutes ago, eyeing me up.” He smirked. You gasped at his clap back. “You get way more red than me!”

He laid back and smirked, you can tell that an idea popped into his head. “If you think that’s the case, then let’s play a game. If you can go the whole time without blushing or getting flustered, then you win. But if I win, you have to let me do whatever I want.” You narrowed your eyes at him. You didn’t know what he was gonna do but you definitely wanted to prove him wrong. “Fine,” you gave in sitting next to him. “What do you wanna play?”

This was a huge mistake… within minutes Draco had you laying on your back, his trapping you in his arms with his shirt off. You tried your hardest to keep a straight face but it wasn’t working. “Give up yet princess?” He sneered, bringing his face closer to you. You shake your head, not trusting your voice to sound convincing. He smirked and brought his face down closer, his scent getting stronger. You kept staring him in the eyes… there’s no way he would.. he doesn’t think of you that way… right?

Your noses were now touching, Draco’s bright green eyes staring into your (e/c) ones. You saw his eyes drop down to your lips. You start panicking, was he actually gonna kiss you? You wanted him to but not like this.. “Draco, wait-!” You held him back, putting your hand in his chest. He looked back up at you and smirked. “I win..”

You snap out of your panic and sigh. “Fuucckk!” You throw your head back on the pillow in irritation. Draco sat up and laughed. “Maybe next time princess. Now you gotta do what I want.” You roll your eyes and sit up on your elbows. “Fine, what do you want Malfoy?”

“Let me fuck you..”

You blinked, thinking you heard him wrong. “What..?” Draco’s glare was getting darker by the minute, crawling back over you. “Let me fuck you, y/n.. you have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming for the opportunity to finally make you mine. Watching you walk down the halls in that tiny ass skirt..” his fingers started going up your thigh under the shirt. “You chest barely fitting in that damn shirt.. I’ve been wanting you for a long time… wanting to take you, make you mine and making sure everyone knew that you belong to me…” By now, his face was back in your, his eyes never leaving yours.

Your face was getting redder by the minute. You had no idea Draco felt this way about you. The closer he got to your face, the heavier your breathing was. You stared at his lips for a minute before matching his stare. “What are you saying Draco..?” He looked you dead in the eyes. “I want you to finally be mine. I want to take what is MINE, and that’s you. I see you staring at me as well. Looking at me in the great hall, biting your lips, squeezing your legs together.. especially that night in your room, moaning my name..”

Your eyes widen. You thought you were alone that night. “How did you-“ “I went to see you and before I could knock, I hear every moan, every whimper with my name.” You could feel how hard he was getting next to your thigh, making you wetter than you already were. “Does this mean you had feelings for me this whole time, and you didn’t think to tell me?” You scoffed looking down at his erection in his sweatpants. He smirked and put your hand on his cock, making you gasp at how big he felt. “I figured you’d tell me, but since you didn’t… I decided to have my fun.. so,” he crept his face closer, damn nearing kissing you, “let me make you mine.”

You smiled and gave a small nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. Almost immediately, his lips smashed into yours. Nothing felt more right in your life than this. Your arms wrapped tighter around his neck, kissing harder into his mouth. He licked your lips, begging you to open and, happily, you obliged. He tongue was huge compared to yours, immediately taking over and making you submit to his desires. As he took over, you could feel his hand slide closer to your underwear. You whimpered in his mouth, making him damn near growl at the sound.

He pulled away sitting up. “I have rules..” he got up and collected a couple of his ties that sat on his dresser, “you only cum when I say you can, you answer me when I ask you a question, and you will refer to me as sir, daddy or master..” he grabbed your face bringing it closer to him. “Do you understand?”

You whimpered again, nodding your head. “Use your words.” He snapped, tugging at the back of your hair. You let out a slight moan. “Yes, Daddy..” he smirked at how submissive you became in a matter of a few minutes. “Sit on your knees, and put your hands on your lap.” Immediately you got to your knees. You never seen Draco like this before. It didn’t scare you, in fact, you never felt more exhilarated in your life. You wanted to see more.

As you sat there, Draco came behind you and tied on of his ties around your eyes, blindfolding you from seeing anything. It made your heart race. He made sure it was tight before he got off the bed. He could see how your breathing got heavier, squeezing your thighs at how turned on you were. He started to slide his sweatpants down, grabbing your hand and putting it on his cock. “Stroke it.”

You licked your lips and did as he said. The noises he was making was better than you imagined. Husky, deep, and just for you. You moved your hand back and forth and you thought you’d be a little braver, leaning forward and licked his tip. “Fuck..” he moaned gripping onto your hair. You opened your mouth and gave his tip a good suck before sliding the whole thing in your mouth.

Draco was any but small. He was so long not all of you could fit in your mouth, barely making half of it go full in. He rolled his eyes, dropping his head back in pleasure. “Fuck just like that baby girl..” You beamed in satisfaction, knowing that you were pleasing him exactly how he needs. You felt him pull tighter on your hair, moving your head for you. You tried your hardest to breathe through your nose, feeling the tip starting to reach the back of your throat.

“Sure hope that gag reflex of yours comes in handy.” He pushed even further into your throat, holding your head in place as he fucks your throat. Thankfully you didn’t have much of a gag reflex but even his length was a lot. He finally pulled out, nothing connecting but a long, thick string of saliva hanging off your tongue.

He groaned at the sight of your face looking completely fucked. “Lay on your back. Spread your legs.” He took of your blindfold, letting you blink the light away. You laid on your back, Draco straddled your waist stripping you of your shirt. You gasped at the cold air, making your nipples perk up.

Draco chuckled and grabs the tie again, tying your hands to the bed frame. You whimpered, wanting to feel him. “Don’t start, be a good girl and I’ll reward you.” He spoke so harsh and so cold, but it was comforting at the same time. Draco slowly traced his hands down your body, goosebumps rising al up and down your torso. You whimpered slightly, as Draco flicked your nipples, making them more hard than they were. You take deep breaths, trying not to get overly worked up.

¨Is it too much for you, baby girl? Do you need daddy yet?” He smirked, knowing how much he’s teasing you. You narrow your eyes at him, “You’re trying? I didn’t notice.” You smirked, knowing that you’re antagonizing him. He smacked your tits, making you yelp in pleasurable pain. “Watch yourself. You’re under my control.” He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him. You never felt so submissive in your life. It made you feel so horny and wet, that you could feel it run down your thigh. “Draco, please-“ He smacked your ass, harder than he did with your chest. “That’s not my name. Say it right.”

Whimpering, you replied. “Daddy please… I need it..” He smirked knowing exactly how much power he had over you right now. He fully pulled his pants off, and pushed your legs open. But instead of giving you what you asked for, he dips his head down to your pussy, and gives one big lick, making you scream out in pleasure. “Holy fuck!” He licked slowly, but so rough at the same time. It was a lot all at once and so intense at the same time, making your legs shake. “Poor baby, I’m barely doing anything and you’re already shaking for me?” You were too into the pleasure, you couldn’t see his smirk while his face was in your pussy, but you knew. He licked the tip of your clit before sucking on it hard, making you arch your back. “Fuck daddy please! I want it!”

He looks up at you, “what do you want baby? Tell me right.” You whimper even more, hating that he’s not giving you what you want right away. He spanks you again. “Say it, now!” He says, sternly and harshly. “Daddy I want you in me please! I want your big cock in my pussy please.” He smiles and sits upright, rubbing his tip on you. “You ready for this babygirl?” You nod at him, licking your lips while staring at him in the eyes. As he slowly pushes his head in, you both gasp at the pleasure running through your bodies. You knew he was big, but fuck he was big. You could feel him stretch your virgin cunt, making you feel so full that you could feel him in your stomach.

Draco looked down on you, “You okay? Do you need a minute?” You looked back at him, and nodded. Even if it felt good, it was still intense. Your heart throbbed at his subtle affection, making sure you were okay to continue, while he rubbed your sides. Once you got your breath under control, you looked him in the eye and nodded at him, letting him know that it was okay to continue. He took a deep breath and smirked. “I’m gonna fuck you up baby girl.” You giggled and bit your lip, as he slowly started to push in and out of you. “Oh my god…” As he slowly picked up the pace, your eyes rolled to the back of your head. It all felt too good. You involuntarily tugged at the tie, your body was reacting in a way that even your toys couldn’t make you react.

“Fuck you feel so good…” he growled, clearly feeling an over abundance of pleasure from your cunt. “So tight for me baby girl.” He began to go even faster than before, putting your legs on his shoulders. You scream out, now knowing that would make him go even deeper. “Fuck, Draco wa-ahh!” You couldn’t even talk, it was too much pleasure. “Draco was moaning, deep and rough, throwing his head back as well. He leaned forward, bending you even further, pushing him deeper. With him right in your ear, you hear every breath, every moan, every growl coming out of this man’s mouth. He pushes harder and harder, moaning louder, as he kisses the side of your neck.

At this point, you couldn’t control how loud you were moaning. You couldn’t even think, it all felt too good. “That’s it baby, don’t hold back.. show me how good you feel.” God, even his dirty talk was way too much. You were so sensitive that you could feel everything, and you knew you were so close to cumming. And Draco can tell. He went even faster, hitting your g-spot dead on every single time. “Fuck I’m so close..” he groaned. You couldn’t even tell him how close you were, not that you even needed to. After a few more thrusts, you scream out,your body spamming off the bed as you came all over his cock, intense pleasure overcoming your entire body.

“Fuck… fuck!” He kept thrusting, making you so much more sensitive, as he chased his own high. Milking both of your highs, he slows down ever so slowly, making sure you both feel every movement. He slowly pulled himself out, making you moan at the movement, still being complete overly stimulated, your entire body shaking from the pleasure Draco just gave you. He unties your hands from the headboard and covers you both with the green wool covers. He held you close to his chest, rubbing your back as you started to cam down. You looked up at him, meeting each others gaze, closing in slowly for a very passionate kiss. He grabbed your neck, very softly. “You’re mine.. you will always be mine.” You smiled. “And your mine, Draco Malloy.”

#Draco #dracomalfoy #smut #Harry Potter #hpfanfiction #one shots #y/n

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hms-harmony-discord · 10 months

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nhstadler · 6 months

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A S H O T I N T H E D A R K

Two song choices:

One:

Two (for my Swifties):

So, I’ve had this James POV sitting around and I thought I’d finally share it considering we’re reaching the end of this journey. I’m not entirely happy with it because I’m not good at writing spicy scenes. They can go wrong so easily because there’s such a fine line between ‘just enough’ and ‘entirely ridiculous’. That being said, *trigger warning* for very mild spice. Like, one chilli pepper. Nothing explicit.

Please let me know what you think. I’m always so thankful for feedback, no matter how short, long, cryptic. And finally, thanks for still being here. It’s been an honour writing for you guys.

A S H O T I N T H E D A R K

For a second, I think I’ve lost my mind. That my endless thoughts of her have somehow taken shape and are playing cruel tricks on me. Because she’s there, in front of my window, still in that damn dress and clutching my jacket around her shoulders as snow drifts by, catching in her blonde waves.

“What…” I freeze as I stare at her, my T-shirt stuck to my arms half-way, not daring to move for a moment; like she’s a deer and I might scare her away. I’m still not entirely convinced this is real, but then she lifts her arm and gives me a wave, her lips tugging into a careful smile.

It’s not in my head.

Seth Woodley is actually standing in front of my window in the middle of the night, waving at me.

“Woodley?” I hastily pull my shirt all the way down, stumbling over my backpack - still where I dropped it two weeks ago - as I cross the room to open the window. “Are you okay?” I look her over, not exactly sure what I’m searching for. But she’s here, alone, standing in the frigid cold in her gauzy ball gown and I want to make it OK again. Whatever it is. “What happened? How did you-”

“I apparated,” she says, almost surprised, her words turning into puffs of smoke, clouding her face for a second. “I meant to end up at Katie’s house but –” Her cheeks darken slightly, the colour extending to the tip of her nose as another gust of biting wind whips through the trees. “I kind of messed up?”

I still can’t quite wrap my mind around this; around her, standing outside my window, eyes wide and biting her lip like my wildest fever dream. I’ve thought about this too much - about Seth in my room, my bed - but this feels fragile. Like the phone booth. Like I could mess it all up too easily.

The smart thing would have been to tell her to go. But I’m decidedly stupid.

“Come on, Woodley,” I say when a shiver runs through her body and then hold my hand out to her. “It’s freezing.”

Her gaze drops to my hand, like she, too, knows that she’s making a mistake, but then she takes a sharp breath and reaches out, letting me pull her up to the ledge and into my room. She stumbles a little, slipping on the icy wood, and I swipe my arm around her middle to catch her.

“Sorry.” She looks up at me then, her eyes round and so grey and damn it, I’m pathetic. There was still a part of me that hoped that maybe kissing her would get her out of my system, but it’s useless. Because all I can think about right now is kissing her again. All night.

Instead, I clear my throat and step away from her, still not entirely sure what to make of this; why she came here of all places. Apparition is not a vague sort of magic - you can’t take a wrong turn and accidentally end up somewhere else. That’s not how it works and we both know it.

“You’re not seventeen yet, are you?” I walk to my door to turn the lock for good measure. It’s late, but there’s no telling if Lily won’t suddenly burst into my room, demanding to draw a glitter pygmy puff onto my face.

Seth looks at me for a long second, biting her lip again, and then nods. There’s a kind of haziness to her movements, her reactions, and I realise that she’s still drunk.

Right.

“So -” I say, trying to give her a casual grin even though something coarse is winding itself around my heart, crushing the dumb flicker of hope that sparked there when I saw her standing in front of my window.

“I’m not supposed to apparate, no.” She shrugs, like it’s not a big deal, even though I know it is. I know that she cares, that this nonchalant act isn’t her. Something’s wrong and I should give her a sweatshirt and take her home before I can do something very dumb. Even though I want to be dumb so badly. Just for a second.

“Did you get into trouble?” I ask, skirting my bed as I walk back over to her. It’s unmade with my blanket piled on top and I curse myself a little for not cleaning my room when Mum told me to. It’s a mess and I can see Seth’s gaze sliding to the heap of clothes on my chair and the unfortunate pair of Quidditch underpants that dangle from the armrest.

“Did you?” Seth gives me a grin that doesn’t fail to make my stomach jolt, even when I know it’s not real; even when I know she’s still pretending. But I humour her. Because she’s smiling and flirty and I’m weak.

“For kissing a girl?” I watch her cheeks flush, all the way across her nose, and for a moment, I don’t care that she’s been drinking or that she’s acting strange. Because she came here. Just like she let me kiss her in the Ministry phone box. A part of her wants to be with me and I want it to be enough. Even when I know it’s not.

“Your family probably wasn’t too thrilled.” I slide my hands into the pockets of my joggers instead of around her waist and watch the expression on her face shift - eyebrows drawing closer and lips pressing together as she avoids my gaze - and it all makes sense.

I only caught glimpses of her family when we stumbled out of the phone booth, mostly because she was ushered away immediately, before I could even so much as talk to her, but she’d told me earlier, hadn’t she? About that guy she was supposed to marry and about her family’s expectations.

Maybe that’s why she came here; still drunk and reckless, trying to prove a point.

“I still have your jacket,” she says awkwardly all of a sudden, sliding the thing off her shoulders and holding it out to me. She’s probably realised it too; that this is the last place she should be. That I’m nothing but a bad decision.

“Maybe - maybe I should go,” she says quickly, and I can see it in her face - the flicker of reason that pushes to the surface.

“Yeah.” I let out a breath as I take the jacket from her and throw it onto the pile of clothes on my chair. I don’t want her to go, but I also don’t want her to stay like this. Like I’m just the means, not the reason. “Maybe.”

“Yeah.” Her voice is a whisper, fizzling out at the edges as she takes a step closer and places her palms against my chest. She’s frowning up at me, her eyes like storm clouds, fingers digging into the fabric of my T-shirt and, even though I know that this is going to hurt, I give in to it - to her.

I’ve kissed many girls before - and Augi on a dare - but kissing Seth feels different. New, somehow. Fluttery and shaky and so slow, like I’m doing it for the first time - nervous and a little scared to mess it up. She’s tugging on my T-shirt, fingers twisting into the fabric like she wants to tear it off, and I’m not really thinking as I pull it over my head.

Seth blinks at me, her eyes and hair bright in the semi-darkness of my room, and then her gaze drops to my arm, her brows furrowing as she studies the letters that a very shifty bloke inked into my skin there in some London back alley two years ago.

“Seth,” I say, coming to my senses a little now that she’s stopped kissing me, even though my blood flow is directed somewhere else entirely. “Maybe we should -”

She looks back up at me, shaking her head just the slightest bit as she leans into me again, and I’m pathetically helpless when her mouth opens against mine. My tongue brushes against her lips and she makes a small sound that is my complete undoing, pulling resolutely on something below my abdomen. My fingers find the zipper on the back of her dress and, though I hesitate for a heartbeat, I’m too far gone to stop.

It slides down her body, crumpling on the floor around us in a heap of silk, leaving her in nothing but gauzy underwear. It’s pale blue, with pink and red flower embroidery crawling along the lace, and I take my time taking her in - every detail - because she’s perfect.

Seth’s cheeks are flushed as I slide a hand into her hair and tip her head back, but she doesn’t pull away. When I kiss her again, it’s a little harder, a little more desperate, and it occurs to me then that I probably should be more careful. That I should slow down, because I don’t know if she’s done this before.

But she’s clinging to my shoulders, body pressed against mine, and I’m beyond reasonable thought as I trail my hand down her back until I can feel the tiny flower applications underneath my fingertips.

We stumble a bit as I push her towards my bed - almost clumsily, with my hands grabbing her waist and pulling her into me a bit too roughly - and I bang my knee against my bed frame like an overeager 13-year-old. But she’s there, underneath me, her heart racing against my chest with every fast, shallow breath and her eyes heavy lidded.

It feels wholly unreal as I press my lips against her throat, kissing and licking down the column of her neck to the birthmark above her collarbone while my hand drifts to the soft skin of her thigh. I don’t know what time it is, for how long we’ve been doing this, but it barely matters.

I try to pace myself, but I’m breathing too fast and my heart stumbles along as I push closer, propping myself up just enough to not crush her underneath me. And then, she looks at me with those eyes that could be a painting and my breath catches embarrassingly.

The words are on the tip of my tongue, though I can’t say them. I should ask her if she’s sure about this. If this is alright. But I feel her fingers tremble slightly as she weaves them into my hair, the hitch in her heartbeat, and I know it’s not.

She doesn’t want this - me. Not really. Not like I want her.

“What the fuck am I doing?” I mumble to myself as I push myself up too forcefully, but I have to. I have to bring physical distance between us to jolt myself out of this. “Shit.”

“What?” Seth blinks at me, the look of confusion on her face fading to something more gut-wrenching. She’s yanked the covers up to her collarbones, mortified, and I hate that I’m doing this to her. That she’s doing this to me.

“I – I can’t fucking do this.” I shake my head, hands clutching at my hair, but I can’t look at her. Because it fucking hurts and I don’t know what to do. How to make it stop.

#hntbaw #hpfanfiction #nextgen #fanfiction #jamessiriuspotter #hownottobeawoodley #aesthetics #aesthetic #moodboard #james potter #james sirius potter

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saffrongin · 1 year

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How to Catch the Golden Witch

Summary: In this story of betrayal, how could Draco Malfoy win Hermione Granger back?

Draco claims to be who he said he was, but Hermione only sees a stranger who wrote the soon-to-be hit novel, How to Catch the Golden Witch.

#draco malfoy #dramione #dhr #fanfiction #fanfic #fanart #art #hpfanfiction #angst #romance #redemption #hurt/comfort #illustration

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sniperjade · 16 days

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Let Me Take Your Order

Draco arrived at the ministry at approximately a quarter past nine in the morning. Granger had sent a missive with instructions on what to do and where to go when he arrived. He estimated by the time he got down to level nine, it would be twenty past, which meant she had been waiting for him for just as long. He smiled to himself, and pressed the button in the lift that sent it down.

Perhaps she’d be so livid she’d push him up against a wall or something. His breath caught at the thought of it. There was nothing quite so satisfying as teasing Hermione Granger. He could watch her ball her fists and clench her jaw all day. It made something inside his stomach titter and filled him with a vindictive sense of glee.

When the doors of the lift opened on the ninth floor , he could see Hermione standing with her arms crossed in front of her and an expression like thunder. He lifted his nose and sauntered out, a wry smile tugging up the corner of his mouth.

“Good morning, Granger.”

“What time do you think this is!?” she screeched, throwing her arms wide. “I said nine o’clock sharp. I realise that you’ve never had to work a day in your life, but surely you’ve learnt to tell the time. Don’t you need it to get to galas and fundraisers? Or were you always fashionably late?”

He let his eyes travel down her body. Today she was wearing a dark blue robe that showed off her considerable cleavage. Especially with her arms crossed like that. Instead of the twist she’d had in her hair last week, it was braided into a heavy rope, caught over her shoulder. Her eyes were ablaze, and his stomach turned when she caught his gaze.

Lifting his nose higher, he answered with a flippant wave of his hand. “I had trouble with the… peacocks. Yes, a peacock got stuck in the hedge maze. Astoria was beside herself. Surely you understand.”

He watched her eyes narrow even more as she shifted her weight onto one foot and stuck her tongue into the side of her mouth. “Right. The peacocks.”

She rolled her eyes with a huge sigh and gestured for him to follow. They were in a long narrow corridor covered in shiny black tiles that reflected everything back at him. Dark doorways led off in every direction with no description as to what lay on the other side. When they had travelled about halfway, she opened a door on the left and they entered yet another long dark hallway.

Without a word, she set off across the tile, her heels clicking behind her. He hurried along, trying to look into every door and nook. He had heard so many stories about the Department of Mysteries. As a child, he had even wanted to work there, before he realised jobs were things Malfoys didn’t do. He saw a particularly warped doorway and was about to ask what it was when he realised Hermione was almost a speck in the distance.

In a panic, he tried to catch up, sprinting after her, but though the pathway underneath his feet moved at a swift pace, the walls and doors did not.

“Granger!” he called out –

Suddenly, the entire hallway snapped into focus, and he was barrelling into her back. They both tripped and fell onto a huddle on the floor. His hand fell on something soft and warm, and she grunted as he frantically struggled to get off her. He tried not to think about what it possibly was he had been holding.

“What the fuck, Malfoy?” Hermione cursed as she stood, rubbing her elbows and knees.

He opened and closed his mouth dumbly before exclaiming, “The hallway – I was moving – going nowhere – then suddenly.” He mimed two objects crashing together with his hands.

Hermione sighed, “The time room must have moved again. I know this place is interesting and weird, but if you gawk, you’re going to keep getting stuck. The rooms know when you’re perceiving them and if you’re unlucky they’ll pull you in.” She ran a hand over her hair. “Look, if you do well today, I’ll take you to one of the tamer ones. Does that suffice? You’ll stop rubbernecking?”

He felt his cheeks heat as he objected. “Granger, whilst you may have sufficiently managed to tame that wild beast growing on your head to the point where you are passably attractive, I can assure you that necking was not my intention.”

Her face went bright red as she spluttered, “Rubber necking refers to the act of staring at something Malfoy! I was not implying anything else of the sort.”

“Good,” he said, raising his nose again, “because I’m married, and that sort of thing is right out of the question.”

Granger released a strangled sound of frustration as she turned on her heels and walked away again. This time, he followed closely and tried not to look around. He found himself concentrating on the way her braid moved as she walked, swinging from side to side. From there it was only a hop, skip, and a gaze down to look at her arse. It was moving pertly back and forth, and he suddenly had the urge to reach out and…

She stopped suddenly, turning to open a door on the right. He barely avoided slamming into her back and walked through as she held it open for him. The room was bigger than he had expected and covered in indiscriminate burn marks. The surfaces were covered with books, or knickknacks and at the very centre lay a large table with a bowl sitting squarely in the middle. Read more on Ao3.

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #hpfanfiction #hp fanfic

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