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hexbees · 3 months

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buildup to dating draco headcanons!

a/n:: my own personal headcanons for our boy draco! obvi you can think or feel however you want!

draco would greet you with a sarcastic smile or wave. not condescending, just overly joyous.

"Hey! Hello! HI! Y/N! HI!" hand flailing and all.

obnoxiously touching you (at anyyy chance)

knocking knees on purpose, brushing his shoulders against you when he has to reach for something. CALLING YOU SMALL SO HE CAN COMPARE HAND SIZES!!!

he loves nothing more than meanly flirting with you.

"You're so fucking annoying, its cute."

he thinks you look so attractive when you're irritated (literally eggs you on so you'll get riled up)

"Ew, why are you wearing red?"

"Malfoy! I'm not changing again!" you'd furrow your eyes at him, clearly annoyed.

"You look better in green, please. I cannot be seen anywhere near you in this dress."

"Good! I'll avoid you all night, no problem." you'd turn your back on him, only making his grin grow bigger.

"It's a problem for me."

he loves all the attention you get (from guys and girls) it makes his heart swell with pride knowing everyone else sees you as he does.

"Damn, y/n looks good even in red." blaise would say, leaned against a wall in the common room while a party ensues.

"Of course she does"

while he's been propositioned by girls in the past, he never hesitates to brush them off and decline. he couldn't imagine anyone ever captivating him like you do.

"Why don't you walk me back to m-"

"Huh?" he literally didn't hear her, focusing on the giggles you're letting out ten feet away from him.

"Wanna go back to my roo-"

"No" without even turning his head to see who asked.

he helps you with your books after shared classes only to hold them over his head so he can look down at you struggling to reach them.

"You fucking beanpole, give them back!" you'd bounce on the balls of your feet, resting one hand on his shoulder hoping to reach higher.

"Why would I do that when you look so cute all mad?"

he purposefully cuts you off in group conversations just to watch you puff your cheeks and huff.

"Like, what the fuck? He gave me an E! An E! I deserved at least-"

"Do you want a biscuit? There's one left."

"No, Draco. Don't inter-"

"Are you sure? It's the last one."

"Draco, shut up!"

he calls you pet names because he knows it annoys you and likes that you say them back, thinking it annoys him too.

"Hey, mon amour."

"Good morning, mon cher." you'd roll your eyes while he grinned.

he catches you looking at him with a glint in your eye but ignores it because he knows if you noticed that he noticed, you'd stop. (though he would love to see you embarrassed over being caught)

he tries to drop hints, hoping you'd catch on, but you never do. leaving him annoyed with himself for not sucking it up and fully committing to asking you out.

"I feel like going to Hogsmeade, maybe getting a butterbeer."

"We can see if anyone else wants to go when they get back from the library."

"Mm but they might be a while. You and I can just go, together."

"Well, I wouldn't want them to feel left out."

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inkedobsidian · 2 years

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~ Fuck up the friendship - G.W ~

summary: Fuck Up The Friendship by Leah Kate

pairing: George Weasley x SlytherinxReader

warnings: drinking

word count: 2,287

a/n: Requests are open! Prompt list is there if you guys want extra ideas!

Master-List - Prompts

The chorus of music and chattering echoed so loud that it came past the entrance into the Gryffindor common room, letting all the passers-by know that an after Quidditch party was in full swing. Y/N jogged up the stairs with Harry and Ron trailing slowly behind. Y/N needed the two boys so she could also get into the common room as she wasn't a Gryffindor, but a Slytherin. As they all reached the painting the boys turned around to look at her with a look.

"What?" Y/N said confused at the two boys.

"Hands," Ron said so matter-of-factly. This was a normal thing when the two boys let Y/N into the common room, she had to put her hands over her ears to block the password as if Fred and George haven't already told her. The younger boys didn't know that though so she did as they asked.

After a mutter of the password from the boys, the painting opened and the common room full of life came into view. People of every coloured robe littered the main common room area, every colour except Green. The match had been Slytherin vs Gryffindor so obviously when Gryffindor was victorious and the party began no Slytherin was going to party to their loss, no one except Y/N. She was after all Fred and George's best friend and cheered for them even against her own team.

As Y/N walked in the room behind Harry and Ron, the twins immediately bounded over cheering and lifted Y/N onto their shoulders as she started laughing at them.

"A toast to Y/N! The only Slytherin to come party!" George screamed over the loud crowd which earned a roar from the other houses in the room.

"You know I only came for you two, you dimwits." Y/N chuckled as the twins settled her down on the sofa in the middle of the room. As they placed her down they both sat on either side of her body with their arms behind her trapping her in between them. She wasn't even gonna deny that she loved the twins like her own family. Y/N is an only child from a pureblood family line, when she got placed in Slytherin she was welcomed with open arms, then she became best friends with Fred and George, and now people question if the hat placed her in the correct house.

Fred and George knew Slytherin was exactly where Y/N belonged. They've all been friends since the first year despite the housing gap they spent any time they could together, which included all the pranks they pulled together. They also loved how every Quidditch game she cheered for them, not the Gryffindor team, just them. Even if it does earn her dirty looks from other Slytherins when they're playing.

"So how are my two favourite string beans?" Y/N said pulling the two twins closer towards her.

"String beans? Says the person built like a baked bean?" Fred laughed handing Y/N a drink.

"A bak- A BAKED BEAN?" Y/N shouted while turning to face Fred, leaning closer into George as she turned. The trio broke into immediate laughter which caused a few eyes to float their way. One of those eyes being none other than Hermione Granger herself who had finally got into the Quidditch party spirit and had a little bit to drink. Seeing Y/N sat with the twins gave Hermione a perfect idea so she skipped over to them and grabbed Y/N by the wrist, pulling her to a standing position.

"Is this your not so subtle way of asking me to dance, Granger?" Y/N laughed following Hermione's pull into the crowd. She turned back to give a wink to the twins before giving Hermione her full attention.

"You just spend so much time with Fred and George! We need some girl time!" Hermione raised her voice to be heard over the loud crowd they were entering. Y/N loved how the younger trio treated her, she didn't think they'd be so accepting of her with her being a Slytherin and a pureblood. However, when Y/N punched Malfoy in their second year for calling Hermione a mudblood, they all knew she different than how they first thought.

Voices started to drown around the girls as the music was turned up and the dancing began. Y/N loved how much more outgoing Hermione had become over the past few years and Hermione just liked that she had another girlfriend considering how often she was around Ron and Harry. The girls swayed in rhythm together as the drinks got to their heads more and more. Just as the second some came to an end Hermione looked over towards the sofa that Fred and George were still sat and noticed something.

"Someone's staring at you," Hermione said in a singsong voice in Y/N's ear. Y/N didn't even know who she meant but her blood pressure shot up at the idea. She tried to do a subtle left and right look to see if it was anyone around her and when she couldn't see who Hermione meant she got quite disappointed.

"Like fully behind you, do a spin," Hermione whispered in her ear grabbing her hand and spinning her. As she spun all Y/N could see was George looking in her direction.

"You mean Weasley?" Y/N was shocked and confused if that was who Hermione was talking about. She knew it wasn't when she immediately looked at her with her eyebrows raised.

"Why did you just go bright red? George? You like George!?" Hermione shouted a little bit too loud. Y/N quickly shushed Hermione and did a quick spin to make sure no one heard her shout.

"No of course not! You said someone was looking at me and I turned around and seen him!" Y/N tried to quickly cover herself even though she knew Hermione had already seen her go bright red.

"No, you idiot I meant Dean Thomas! He's stood behind the couch against the wall!" Y/N once again turned around and looked past George to see Dean Thomas who was in face staring at her. George however noticed that she looked straight past him and he couldn't deny he was disappointed. George then saw someone walk from behind him and straight towards the girls, his whole body immediately tensed up so much that even Fred noticed.

"You okay mate?" Fred asked nudging George. George silently took a sip of his drink and nodded. Fred followed George's eye-line to discover what he was staring so intently at, then he realized.

"You know you can't be too cross of guys flirting with her, she's super attractive and lovely to everyone." Fred didn't want his brother to feel like this but George never showed any signs of being interested in Y/N when she was around so how would she know. George just turned to stare at Fred.

"I know I haven't told her but I don't wanna fuck up our friendship if she doesn't like me back, she deserves to be happy." George knew he should tell her eventually, just in case she does feel the same about him. However, he couldn't deny how terrified he was of the idea that she won't feel the same and then won't want to be around him anymore. He'd rather love her in private than lose her in public, "If she likes Dean or wants to potentially be with someone else then she deserves the world."

"Well, I don't think she wants Dean because she's walking back this way." Fred pointed at Y/N and George immediately shot his sight towards her. Y/N had her hand gently on Dean's arm with her other arm around Hermione. She then shook her head and walked back towards the couch away from Dean who couldn't hide the disappointment on his face as she returned to the twins. On the flip side, George couldn't hide his excitement as Y/N came back and flopped on the couch in the middle of the twins.

"Back with my favourite boys," Y/N said loudly as she ruffled both of their hairs. George felt the heat rise to his cheeks and Fred just smirked at both of them.

"So what did Dean want?" George asked trying to hide the evident jealousy in his voice. Y/N turned to look straight at him and he could feel the alcohol hit his head or was it butterflies in his stomach? Without even thinking about it Y/N reached out to move a piece of hair that was on his face to the side. Once she brushed the hair past his ear she let her hand fall slowly down his cheek and then she turned to face the crowd like that didn't just happen. Fred noticed and his eyes went wide and darted back to the crowd as well. George just kept his gaze towards her before slowly looking back towards Fred to see what he thought.

"He wanted to go to Hogsmede this weekend on a date, sweet kid but I told him I already had plans." Y/N chuckled as she talked about it. She did think Dean was a sweet kid but dating someone two years under her was a no-go for her. Plus she already liked someone else, but she wasn't gonna tell them that.

"Do you have plans?" Fred asked curiously.

"Yeah! It's mine and Hermione's national muggle games night. Once a month we play a muggle board game she brings in and chat about secret stuff!" Y/N clapped like it was Halloween and they'd just blown up something. George felt happy that she couldn't go with Dean even if it did feel selfish.

"Anyway! I love you boys but I'm gonna leave because I gotta be up to study tomorrow!" With too much energy that she should have Y/N jumped up off the couch and waved goodbye to both boys before even giving them a chance to say goodbye. Fred just kept looking at George until he finally realized he was being stared at.

"Well?" Fred said motioning to the exit.

"Well, what?" George asked completely clueless. For a minute Fred just stared at George in complete disbelief. Part of Fred just wondered if George was a complete idiot.

"Go walk her back!" Fred said practically pushing George out the door himself.

Meanwhile, Y/N had begun to semi-drunkenly wander around the castle thinking to herself. She thought she was all alone until she heard footsteps getting increasingly close to her, she thought without a doubt that a teacher was following her and she was in trouble for sure. Until a hand was placed on her shoulder and she turned to see her favorite person in the world.

"Georgie! I thought for sure you were a professor and that I was in so much trouble!" Y/N said attaching onto George like a koala. She was one of the only people that could tell them apart and he loved her for it. Nobody else bothered enough to try, but she did. She did because she knew it mattered to George who always seemed to be overlooked.

"Well, I couldn't let you roam the halls alone that would be very mean of me," George laughed as he pulled her in under his arm so they began walking side by side cuddled as they walked. "So are you going to arrange to see Dean another day?"

"No, I don't like him in a romantic way he's just a friend. What about you though I never see you with any girls, anyone you've got your eye one?" Y/N questioned without having the confidence to look up at George in case he said someone and she couldn't hide her disappointment.

"Just one," George announced with a breathy sigh after it. He wanted so badly to tell her but once again he just couldn't he wasn't brave enough. Ironic for a Gryffindor. Y/N couldn't deny her disappointment, although he didn't say a name he seemed happy just thinking about it and that's all she wanted. For him to be happy.

"Well, whoever it is she I hope she's fantastic. As long as we remain best friends, I couldn't bear to lose you." Y/N smiled looking up at George who looked back down at her.

"George I-"

"I know we're best friends, I know this might cost me you but I just can't not tell you after seeing you tonight. Y/N I've been crazy about you for years and I know you might not feel the same as we've never talked about it nor have you ever shown any interest in me but I-"

"Georg-"

"Just please don't say you hate me I promise I'll never bring it up if you don't fe-"

"I love you, George." Y/N said loudly so George couldn't cut her off again. With a moment of shock, he stopped walking and just looked down at her. The girl he's loved for years saying she feels the same. She always has.

With what seemed like a stupid moment of bravery George grabbed Y/N and held her up against a wall so her legs wrapped around his hips. Their faces were centimetres apart and both of their hearts were racing at what was happening.

"Let's fuck up the friendship," George whispered. All Y/N could do was nod and stare at the boy she loved who had just admitted how he felt for her. Without another word, their lips met and they don't even know how long they stayed there for.

All Y/N knew was she now had a more personal reason to cheer him on at matches now, and she couldn't be happier for it.

#harry potter #george weasley #george weasley fanfiction #george weasley fanfic #george weasley imagine #george weasley x reader #george weasley x you #george weasley x y/n

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hexbees · 3 months

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Draco notices you

pairing:: oblivious!nice!draco x slytherin!reader

summary:: you had shared potions with draco since first year but he doesnt notice you until sixth word count:: 731 a/n:: no voldemort so no oncoming war! dracos just a dumb dumb and oblivious. no use of y/n!

Stress burrowed its way into your brows as you stepped into Slughorns NEWT potions class. You scored an O on your OWLs and only feared the amount of work you'll have to put into the next exams. Ranking high in your year has always been important, not only to you but your parents as well. The thought alone is enough to settle a hunch on your shoulders.

You at least felt good about being able to pick the table directly in the middle row, as not all the students had arrived yet. Slughorn was drowning on his greetings from his podium as the room filled. By the time your advanced potions book was situated perfectly center in front of you most spots had been taken besides the one left empty at your table.

When you felt the stool move back as the professor started his introduction it didn't even interest you to see who you’d be stuck with. It had never mattered in the past, you'd even lucked out with lab partners, most people adjoining themselves to their friends. It wasn't until Slughorn finished his speech that you'd taken the time to check what other sixth years had made it into the course. Only a few you could place names on; Harry potter (of course) and his red-haired friend. While most Slytherins had a vendetta against the young wizard he’d only ever been kind to you, so you sent him a smile that he returned with an awkward wave.

“Are you friends with Potter?” The voice came from your side, held a curious tone and sent pinpricks across your skin.

“No, actually. Just being kind.” You didn't take the time to look, you barely recognized the voice and it's not like you had real friends. Especially none that would be in this class with you.

“You're a Slytherin?”

That caught your attention. Six years at Hogwarts and it still surprised people that you could be naturally nice, it was almost aggravating. While most Slytherins dove straight into the stereotypes and embraced them, you never found the time. It took effort to be rude and even more effort to be a typical Slytherin bully.

“Mm” You hummed, finally turning to face the person. “As are you, Malfoy.”

His head tilted the slightest and his lips tugged loosely at the ends. He thought it was cute you’d still be kind while also being a little condescending.

“Are you new?” His pale eyebrows furrowed a little. He genuinely has never seen you before, at least he didn't think he had.

“Nope.” You let it fall from your mouth in the same tone as before, “I sat behind you in potions the last five years, actually.” It wasn't unusual for most students to be unaware of your presence. You'd flown under the radar most years, avoiding drama and parties. You'd spent time studying and reading for fun more than you did conversing amongst everyone else.

His brows only furrowed deeper, “Surely I'd remember that.” You could practically hear the gears screeching as they spun in his head, “Wait,” he snapped his fingers and smiled. If you looked close enough you could see the small dimple that adorned his cheek cutely. “You beat out Granger for, like, every potion assignment. Snape loved you.”

His statement brought your mood up just a bit as you smiled at him, bringing your hands together in your lap.

“Good to know my intelligence precedes me.”

His smile never faltered as he chuckled. “I can't believe we’ve never interacted before” His hair fell to the sides as he shook his head, almost in disbelief.

Slughorn gained attention of the class again and before you knew it you had your first homework assignment at the top of your mental list while packing up your bag.

Draco tapped two fingers on the table in front of you, smiling when you looked up at him with a hum.

“I’ll see you at lunch?” He questioned, “I sit at the end closest to the professors table.” He made it sound like an invitation and you nodded your head quicker than you'd ever admit. His smile only grew at your response as he nodded back.

As you rose to your feet and followed the last of the students through the threshold of the class you couldn't help the giddy smile breaking out across your face.

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hexbees · 3 months

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draco "i have a gun" malfoy | texts

i love dramatic!draco more than life itself

do not worry about what goes through my mind when i sleep

requests are open via owl!

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hexbees · 3 months

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Dread and Drunk | Draco Malfoy

pairing:: deatheater!draco x f!reader no use of y/n!

summary:: after leaving a party in the slytherin commons, the room of requirement allows you in.

word count:: 1,265

warnings:: consumption of alcohol; drunk actions/talking

You’d never been able to hold firewhiskey well, usually stumbling through the hidden entrance embedded in the dungeon walls to the slytherin common room at the end of the night. Keeping focus on the way your feet rise and fall, you keep a hand firmly planted along the wall. Lord forbid you repeat what happened last term and embarrass yourself again.

The memory of you being woken up by Cedric, having passed out from intoxication barely twenty feet from the door, instilled more motivation within yourself to keep it together. While you tried your hardest it was clear you shouldn't have taken those last two shots before leaving.

The first few minutes passed by you in a blur, having gone up a set of stairs you don't remember. You came to a halt in the middle of the corridor, swiveling your head, not knowing exactly where you were. It wasn't a hall that you recognized. Typically you didn't wander around the castle without a known destination in mind, having heard stories of classmates getting lost.

A door slowly appeared, catching your attention. You watched as it formed from a tiny hole, barely big enough for a mouse, into a door three times your size. Your mouth dropped open, head tilting, you pressed a shaky hand into it.

What the fuck?

When it creaked open and fell away from your hand, you stumbled. Taking the smallest peek inside, not wanting to enter a room you weren't sure you were allowed in, you remembered the tales Hermione had told you in the library.

The room of requirement. Of course! Gods, I'm a dumbass.

Without even second guessing after your realization, you droopily walked in. The room was filled with stale air and an unbelievable amount of dust. Surely the castle didn't think you needed a respiratory infection.

Your fingers glossed across countless piles of books, the covers having traces of the glide imprinted from sweeping the dust off. You wiped the pads off onto your jeans, not even caring about them appearing dirty as you’d be taking them off as soon as you’d make it to your dorm.

My dorm. I'm going to my dorm.

With a huff and a single pound in your head you decided to turn back around with the intention of leaving to make your way back to your inviting bed.

Just before you stepped over the threshold there was a faint knock, almost like something being closed. It was enough to have you jump slightly, being caught off guard and somewhat alarmed.

In your drunken state you didn't think there was any danger, maybe it had just been from the breeze of the door being open since it seemed like it hadn't been in a while.

“Hello?” The word came out slightly unsure and slurred.

When you didn't get an answer, not that you’d expected one, you huffed.

“Dumbass.”

You retreated again, this time truly stepping out and letting the door slowly come to a shut behind you. Before it fully did, a voice rang out, gruff and annoyed.

“The fuck did you call me?”

Your heart leaped to the bottom of your throat and settled there. Draco malfoy had emerged from the back of the room, barely being visible as his hand caught the door. He was irritated, suffering from a lack of sleep and a heavy heart.

“I-” you stuttered, “I- uh-” again, “I was actually referring to myself.”

He could smell the firewhiskey seeping off your breath, saw the way your eyes were being dragged down, how your feet were restless.

“Oh, you're pissed.” His brows rose, eyes glittering across the gryffindor pride t shirt you were wearing. The maroon of it was just slightly darker than your cheeks, he found it amusing.

“Mm” you hummed, swaying. When you nodded your head along your feet lost their balance, sending you stumbling to the side.

Before you could attempt to regain your footing from your delayed reflexes, one of his pale hands came down and out, grabbing ahold of your own hand. He steadied you back on your feet while suppressing his smile. You were shocked at his hand on yours, staring at it in a daze until your eyes climbed up his forearm where you could see the faintest outline of the dark mark peeking through his white button up.

“Gryffindor commons are quite a ways from here. I assume you were at the Slytherin party?”

You hummed again, not meeting his eyes or attempting to hold a real conversation. You were so tired, maybe sleeping in the hall again wasn't such a bad idea. You’d only need an hour or two before you'd be able to find your way back again.

He kept his head at an angle. He’d been angry at first, ready to throw insults and hexes at whoever was attempting to flee from interrupting his task. But with every sway and every sleepy flutter of your eyes he couldn't help the smile that tugged at how cute you were in that moment.

“Well,” he bent down, looking past the hair that was draped over your eyes to meet them, “I have one more thing to do in here, then I can escort you to your commons.” His hand was still engulfing yours in an attempt to help with your jitter, admittedly not doing much. He pulled on it gently, bidding you to follow him back into the room of requirement.

If you were even the smallest bit sober you yank your hand out of his, crush his foot with yours and bolt in the other direction. But the gentle hold, the minty fan of his breath and the sweet voice he was putting on only made you more willing. He was being nice, which was not unusual to you; to others of course, but not you. He’d bullied Harry and the Weasleys, called Hermione a Mudblood more times than you could count, but had never directed any insults at you. There was speculation against the trio as to why, having caught on fairly quickly in second year. The consensus was that his mother and yours, were friends, god forbid Draco ever upset his dear mother.

“Thank you, Malfoy.” You smiled at his back.

He didn't drop your hand until you were in front of a couch and laying back into it. The soft black velvet felt abnormally good under your fingertips as you pet at it.

Draco let out a laugh, almost being jealous of the inanimate object that got to feel your caress. You see, Draco had always craved it. None of his friends knew, not Blaise or Pansy or even Crabbe or Goyle. The only one who had caught on was his mother. Narcissa had watched him, watch you, at an annual Malfoy ball. She’d rubbed on his shoulder and told him to go for it. Encouraged him to seek you out, say you looked pretty, ask you to dance.

Draco was never one for romantics though, not at that time.

“Should be just a minute” He stood in front of you, smiling down as he swiped a strand of hair that had gotten stuck between your eyelashes.

As he went to finish packing up the vanishing cabinet you let words slip past your lips, meaning to promise it to yourself in your head.

“I won't tell anyone, Draco.”

He froze with his back to you, straightening out and holding his breath. He had seen you look; he just hoped you were too drunk to notice it.

“I know you won't, mon amour.”

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