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the playlist - mattheo riddle

summary: enzo overhears something about you he shouldn't have and when he tells his friends, all hell breaks loose.

word count: 1.5k

soundtrack: dress - taylor swift

a/n: just some fun, sweet and silly banter with our favorite boys! i made enzo italian? not sure if that's a thing. and i definitely took some liberties with italian, so please forgive me!

warning: the group is lowkey mean to enzo about his english not being very good; this in no way reflects my personal views about that. anyone that even attempts to speak or learn more than one language (esp english!) is amazing ♡

"Alright, I've got another one"

Pansy's voice carried from your bedroom into the bathroom where you were curling your hair, getting ready for your girls' night. She was fiddling with your phone, playing music through your bluetooth speaker.

"Fuck, marry, kill: Blaise, Mattheo, Theo."

"What is the actual matter with you?" you responded, laughing. "I'm not answering that, none of them" you said resolutely about your best friends, even as your heart trilled in your chest at the very obvious answer you had in your head.

She laughed deeply, "Gods they would simply die. Any of them would be on their knees to marry you, I swear to Salazar... or fuck you for that matter."

"Pansy!!"

"Ok, ok, I give up."

"Anyway, how are things with you and Draco?" you asked, looking to quickly change the subject.

A heartbeat. No response.

"Pans?" you asked, your ears listening intently for her answer before you became worried. "You okay?" you asked, concerned as you carefully set down your curler and peered around the doorframe to find her with a shit-eating grin on her face, staring at your phone.

"Pansy..." you said cautiously as you slowly approached her.

"I just found a very interesting playlist on your phone. 'M.R.'? Gee, wonder what that could be?" she said slyly.

Your feet started moving quickly towards her. "Nonono, nope that's not what you think –"

Now she was on her feet, running away from you. "Oh, GIRL, ohhhhh my goddddssss!"

"Give it back!" you shouted, lunging for your phone as she dodged out of your grasp.

"This is all Taylor Swift! Down Bad, But Daddy I Love Him, DRESS!?! I KNEW IT, I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!" she shouted as she scrambled on top of your bed and jumped up and down. "This is the best thing that's ever happened to me, please, Mattheo is going to lose his mind!!!"

"Oh gods, Pans, please, please you cannot say anything, not to Draco, not to anyone."

Her eyes flicked from you over your shoulder and your heart dropped into your stomach as you turned to see Lorenzo standing in your doorway.

"...Ciao bellas..." he said hesitantly, eyebrows raised as he took in the scene in front of him, Pansy, out of breath, standing on your bed, you clambering up beside her as you were both shouting at each other.

"Uhh, hey Enz, what's up?" you said as casually as possible as you climbed off your bed.

"I'm here to borrow your potions textbook, you said I could?–"

"–Yes, gods, yes I did" you said, scrambling to search for it from the pile on your desk before brandishing it at him.

"Thank you bella" he said as he left, a cheeky grin on his face.

"Fuck how much of that do you think he heard?" you said, looking up at Pansy.

"Babe, he barely speaks English, you're fine" she said nonchalantly. "But as for me, you have a lot of explaining to do."

Enzo made his way into the common room where the rest of his friends were gathered around the TV playing a video game as he plopped down onto the couch beside them.

"Where the hell have you been?" Draco asked without breaking his concentration on the screen.

"I was with la dolce e la piccante, eh, I needed her book" he said, using his affectionate nicknames for you (sweet) and Pansy (spicy). "Amico, she was talking about you" he said suggestively, his eyebrows wiggling.

"Yeah, what did she say?" Draco asked, his curiosity piqued.

"No, not you, la dolce, she was talking about Mattheo."

Mattheo had been sprawled in a large armchair with his hood over his head and eyes closed, but they fluttered open at that. Be cool he thought to himself, even as his heart raced in his chest. Enzo immediately registered his reaction and smirked.

"Care to share?" Theo grunted, jamming the buttons on his controller.

"She has music for you" Enzo said, his eyes never leaving Mattheo.

Mattheo's heartrate slowed.

"She sends me songs all the time, we have a shared playlist, Enz" he said, waving him off as he pulled his hood back up.

"No, no, it was not for sharing, it was a secret."

"You mean a surprise?" Blaise tried.

"No, no, la picante, she found it and la dolce was upset, it was a secret playlist."

Mattheo sat back up.

"A secret playlist... for me?" he asked.

"Yes!" Enzo said, happy to finally have gotten his attention and the message across.

Enzo's confirmation was met with some chuckles and ooohs and aahhs.

"Did you hear it?"

"What was on it?"

"I bet it was the same depressing alternative shit you two always listen to" Theo said.

"Shut the fuck up" Mattheo snapped back, narrowing his gaze at him.

"–It was Taylor Swift!" Enzo announced proudly, and four sets of eyes shifted to him, with three blank stares.

A pause.

"Ok, but like what era are we talking about here? Lover? Folklore? TPD?" Theo said and four sets of eyes shifted to him.

"What the fuck?"

"Bro, what are you talking about?"

"Am I supposed to know what any of this means?"

"Che cosa??"

"Taylor Swift is a fucking icon and anyone who says otherwise is either deaf or ignorant" Theo retorted before snapping his gaze back to Enzo, the video game in the background long forgotten now.

"Tell me exactly what you heard."

"Ehh, Down Bad, Daddy something something, and Dress" he said, nodding as he remembered each.

Theo's controller fell off his lap as he leaned forward intensely, eyes narrowed on Enzo, "You are fucking certain that's what you heard?"

"...Yes..?"

Theo let out a noise somewhere between a howl and a laugh.

"Oh my fucking gods Matty you lucky son of a bitch!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" Mattheo asked. He was sitting upright now on the edge of his seat and he could feel his pulse in his neck as he'd watched the conversation going back and forth between Theo and Enzo like a fucking tennis match.

"Dress by Taylor Swift? But Daddy I Love Him? Hellloooo???!!" Theo was cackling now, falling back on the couch, his hands on his stomach.

And then panic ensued.

"Put it on! Someone pull it up!" Blaise shouted, scrambling to his feet in search of his phone.

"Gods" Draco muttered, his hands on his head as he tried to process the information as tears streamed down Theo's face with laughter, and maybe a small bit of bitter jealousy.

Enzo looked around with wide eyes at their reaction, somehow more dramatic than the girls'.

"No!" Mattheo said finally, standing up and grabbing Blaise by the arm as he was frantically trying to find the songs. "All of you, just shut. the. fuck. up" he said firmly, his voice low and serious as he enunciated every word, causing each of them to stop what they were doing and look at him.

"This is bullshit, he doesn't even speak English" he continued harshly, gesturing halfheartedly to Enzo. "I'm not wasting my time with this shit, can we please just get back to the game?"

He sat down resolutely, picked a controller up off the floor and moved to restart their game.

The group exchanged quiet glances with one another before settling back into their places.

Mattheo had been able to project a semblance of controlled anger the rest of the night, despite the sideways glances he received, but on the inside, he felt like a kettle full of boiling water, ready to scream.

He was fuming that Enzo repeated what he'd heard in front of everyone, furious at the way Theo laughed and annoyed at everyone else's reactions. His life, his feelings, and especially his friendship with you were private; it was none of their godsdamn business.

He also didn't like the idea that Theo knew your music better than he did, music was something the two of you had always shared with each other... since when did you listen to Taylor Swift anyway? And why was her music such a big deal?

He was tossing and turning in bed now, playing and replaying the evening's events in his head until finally he reached for his headphones, shoving them in his ears as he grabbed his phone. He needed to know, needed to understand why Theo was making such a big deal out of it. Theo's voice echoed in his head: "Matty you lucky son of a bitch!" and excitement and jealousy stirred in his stomach in equal measures.

It doesn't mean anything he told himself, tampering his expectations. The last thing he wanted to do was get excited, like one song was going to change anything anyway.

Dress he typed - tapping play.

Decent beat he thought, she's got a nice voice...

And then he hit the bridge.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend Only bought this dress so you could take it off

He had stopped breathing.

Everyone thinks that they know us But they don't know nothing about All of this silence and patience, pining and anticipation My hands are shaking from holding back from you –

He ripped his headphones out of his ears and sat straight up in bed, his hand falling subconsciously to his beating chest as he tried to catch his breath. He swallowed. He blinked several times, trying to register what he'd just heard.

I don't want you like a best friend?

Well fuck he thought, me either.

T H E P L A Y L I S T

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hogwarts legacy + light reflections

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Hello, was the first chapter of For all that is right and just taken down?😳

hello! I was going to make a post about this so I’m glad you’ve sent this ask in!

I did post the first chapter, and then a few days later I took it down. main reason was that I’m just not happy with it, and I posted before really thinking about it. it bugged me so much that in the end, I just figured I’d start again as not many people had seen it. I’m sorry for the confusion!!

so starting fresh with a new first chapter very soon!

got quite a few chapters down so hopefully other chapters to follow soon ♡ ˚✧

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Sun Light ☀️☀️

Violette: I want to pet him!

Sebastian: I think he secretly enjoys that..

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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

pairing(s): draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

words: 781

warnings/tags: established relationship, slight grumpy x sunshine, tiniest bit suggestive but completely sfw.

draco malfoy didn’t like the golden trio as it was. everyone’s heroes of hogwarts, prancing gryffindor’s acting like they owned the place. however, it only grew as he boarded the hogwarts express.

he was excited to return to school for once in his life, draco usually hated the thought of going to hogwarts where he saw people he hated every day. but you went there, and that was enough for him.

you had started dating draco at the end of the year, secretly after he went on a whim and kissed you. throughout the summer, you had sent him letters, and he only yearned for you over the months.

his friends letters remained opened and to be replied to, draco hated writing to people there was no need for it as he would be seeing them soon – yet he wrote to you every single day.

it still felt very new to draco, seeing you. so returning to hogwarts, draco was excited to have time with you. despite being in separate houses, draco was adamant on finding a way into the kitchens to sneak into the hufflepuff common room just so he could see you.

he could see you stepping on the train with your friends, the people draco very much disliked. you had the prettiest smile on your face and draco could only stare until you were out of sight, ignoring what pansy parkinson was saying beside him.

draco sat with his friends, knowing you were in a separate compartment across the train. and while his friends all spoke, draco was too distracted. he was desperate to see you, to have you close to him again, something he thought about non-stop since he last saw you.

while draco didn’t want everyone to know of the two of you just yet, especially the golden trio, draco couldn’t wait anymore. all he could think about was the press of your lips.

“excuse me,” draco speaks for the first time, ushering blaise zabini to let draco out his seat. “where you off to?” he asked, “none of your business, zabini.” he huffs on his way out.

walking down the narrow paths, draco looks in every compartment until he finally catches a glimpse of you. you’re sitting beside ron, sharing a box of peppermint toads while harry told a story and draco tenses at the sight.

as if feeling the presence, draco notices hermione look over and furrow her eyebrows before alerting her friends, probably saying, ‘why is draco staring at us?’ because draco felt like an idiot at that moment.

while ron and harry scowled at him, you smiled discreetly. he opens the compartment door, keeping a stoic expression while glancing over the judging faces and to your contrasting one – soft eyes and a kind smile.

“something we can help you with, malfoy?” ron asked and draco holds his hand out to you, taking you by surprise as much as the others, “no, but y/n can. can i speak with you for a moment?”

“what-?” harry mutters confused while they all glance at one another, each expression more shocked when you take his hand and let him lead you out the compartment.

“what are you doing?” you ask draco as he leads you through the train, looking out for a quiet spot. “shut up and i’ll tell you in a minute,” draco says in a teasing tone.

just after the last compartment there’s an empty area before the front of the train and draco guides you towards it, “now will you tell me?” you ask and draco huffs before moving you to wall between you and the other students and immediately presses his lips against yours.

you almost immediately reciprocate, dropping his hand to instead hold his smooth face while draco wraps his arms around your waist so your body is pressed to his, as close as possible.

“draco-” you mutter dazily against his lips as they peck yours and move down to your jaw. draco pulls you impossibly closer to his body and murmurs into your skin, “merlin’s beard, can’t i kiss you without being questioned?”

you sigh but rest your head against the wall behind you in content of draco’s sweet lips nipping your skin, “was just wondering…” you trail off your own words as you squeeze the black blazer of his clothes.

“you want me to stop?” draco asks, pulling away to look at you properly – his lips kiss-bitten and ashen hair already messed. “that’s not what i was-” his hands move up to grip your face, leaning towards you again, “exactly, so shush and let me show you how much i missed you.” his lips are on yours once again.

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Im actually foaming at the mouth rn

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I know u hv a lot to do but could u do a draco x yn potter but lily n james r still alive??

part of the family | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x potter!reader

word count: 1,1k

summary: where draco meets y/n parents, james and lily, for the first time

a/n: my first os since forever!! this came in when my draco requests were still open and i loved the idea, i'm a sucker for draco x potter!reader. i'm truly sorry for taking ages, i hope you enjoy either way <3

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

If anyone had told Draco in first year that he would be sitting at a dinner table with no other than Harry Potter himself, he would have laughed at them and asked what potion they took. But that was before he met you. Because Draco does still laugh now, but for a completely different reason: he is happy to be sitting here, next to you, in the home of the Potter family.

Your father is just telling one of his iconic stories from his time at Hogwarts, about how he and his best friends once roamed the huge halls of the castle, and the overall atmosphere in the room is so far away from what Draco usually associates with family dinners.

No tension, no awkward silence, no fear of saying or doing the wrong thing at any given moment. An hour ago, Draco would have believed that it couldn't be any other way. The second he crossed the threshold into your family's house, however, he was convinced of the opposite.

James and Lily are the kindest people Draco has ever met. They welcomed him with open arms straight away, even though they didn't even know him - expect from what is general knowledge in the wizarding world about him and specifically his family of course. And maybe from the stories Harry told them, when Draco and Harry were still very far from ever sitting anywhere near each other. But over time, many things have changed and you played a big role in improving their difficult relationship.

At first, you couldn't believe that the boy who usually treated your brother like shit had suddenly turned into a completely different person in your presence. But he did and it didn't take long until stronger feelings developed. Harry certainly couldn't believe it but here you are, eating your mum's homemade food, chatting and laughing away.

"Tell me, Draco. Have you mastered the Patronus Charm yet? Y/N told us that you tried it in Defence against the Dark Arts recently. Should have happened way earlier in my opinion, but oh well", James asks your boyfriend, a smile on his lips and genuine interest evident on his face. Draco's parents wouldn't even think of asking something like that.

"Not quite. I mean I managed it, but unfortunately it hasn't taken on a shape yet", Draco replies kindly, but doesn't maintain eye contact with James as he's too uncomfortable. You know that such an answer would probably be punished by his parents if he ever were to say it aloud in front of them, which is why you reach for his hand under the table. On his thigh, you intertwine his fingers with yours, the silver sigil ring cold against your skin. Looking at him from the side, you squeeze his hand and softly smile.

"Oh, don't worry about it, sweetheart! You'll get to it", your mother cheers him up, smiling between the two of you and you just know she saw your intertwined hands and loving gaze. You also know that Draco did not expect such a kind reaction and even though he visibly relaxes, he doesn't know what to answer.

The topic of the conversation changes and your dad can't help himself but to ask Draco all about his Quidditch tactics. Obviously, he can't tell him a lot about it since Harry is sitting right next to him, but seeing the three most important men in your life talk so passionately about something they love makes your heart jump. They keep on chatting over dinner and when it's time to clear the table, they don't even notice your mother and you collecting all the plates, too focused on their conversation.

You smile to yourself, following your mum into the kitchen where you put the dirty dishes into the sink and let the water run over them. Immediately, you notice her staring at you with a soft smile on her lips.

"What?", you ask, not being able to hide your own smile.

"Nothing. It's just..", she says, stopping herself as if to think how to best phrase her next words. "You two remind me a lot of your dad and I when we were younger."

"Really?"

"Yes. The banter, the loving gazes, the not keeping your hands off each other", she giggles, drying the dishes you hand her with a towel. "From what I have seen so far, I feel like you're truly meant for each other. It seems like you compensate the weakness of the other."

"Mum, stop it", you chuckle, feeling the blush creep onto your cheeks but you know that she is right. She always is. And you truly feel like you can be yourself when Draco is around so you are glad that she genuinely accepts him.

"Don't tell your brother or your dad that I said that though", she then laughs, both of you knowing that the Potter men can be really protective. The moment Draco enters the kitchen, you stifle your laughter.

"Can I help you with something, Mrs. Potter?", he asks your mum politely and the knowing smile on your mother's face is so obvious you want to sink into the ground.

"Draco, how often do I need to tell you that you can call me Lily-"

"We're almost done, but thank you so much for offering. We'll be right back", you answer and Draco nods, leaving again.

"He is so sweet! What a gentleman!", your mum almost squeaks but lowers her voice so he can't hear her anymore. All you can hear as an immediate response to your mother's comment is a snort, coming from Harry who just entered the kitchen with two glasses, putting them into the sink.

"You're just jealous because you don't have a girlfriend", you mock him while your mum tries to hide her giggle.

"You had all the guys of Hogwarts at your disposal and you seriously went for Draco Malfoy", is all Harry says before leaving again, but deep down you know that if they truly hated each other the way they always pretend they do, they would not be sitting at a table together and they would definitely not be talking about Quidditch.

"He'll come around, don't worry", your mum tells you, stroking over your shoulder as she finishes drying off the last glass. Once all the dishes are back where they belong, you go back to the dining room, happy to see that they are still chatting away.

When Draco meets your gaze, he reaches for your hand and helps you sit down on your seat again. From the corner of your eye you see your parents looking at each other, understanding the other without a word and you can't stop thinking about what your mum just told you about their own young love back then.

"I hope we will do this more often from now on", your dad says, smiling. "And I do not accept a no because you, Draco, are part of the family now."

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the history of magic

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imagine getting a howler at hogwarts and opening it and getting rickrolled

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it's actually mad impressive that draco's ‘potter stinks’ badges still worked years later. most charms that we see like that in the books wear off after a few hours or a few days at most.

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the soul's brand - draco malfoy - series masterlist

pairing: draco malfoy x half-blood fem!reader

summary: you meet draco when you are children, hearts and minds full of wonder at the magic of wizarding world, but as his life pulls him deeper into the darkness, and your hearts pull each other closer together, will you be able to have the future you had always dreamed of?

song inspo: turning page / sleeping at last & angel pt. 2 / jimin

a/n: this story has been living in my head rent free for weeks, so now i present it to you! the series is fully written, ending and all, and i will be releasing a new chapter every few days, so let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

this is a slow burn, but i promise it is worth the ride. it is angsty, it is fluffy, it is dramatic and i love it. i hope y'all enjoy it too!

☼ chapter one ☼ chapter two ☼ chapter three ☼ chapter four ☼ chapter five ☼ chapter six ☼ chapter seven ☼ chapter eight ☼ chapter nine ☼ chapter ten

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The Case

Summary: it was your last class you had to get credit for before you were able to become a wizarding world public defender. Six years after you left Hogwarts. Now all that stood between you and your future was one professor and an open case you were tasked with closing.

A/N: *emerges from the void* who's ready for another Draco series? I don't know how long this will be and there's barely a plan but I'm too excited to not write this and share it with you guys. I've missed yall. How are you?

Dr. Dresden was one of the hardest professors standing between me and my new career as a public defender. I had heard rumors about the students that had dropped the entire career path after one meeting with him. Fatefully avoiding him until now there was nothing that I could do. He was the last credited course I needed: the professor who gave out real unsettled cases for us to work through. All of the names were changed for anonymity but we were still expected to close the case. 

Walking to the ornately carved door I took a deep breath and knocked. 

“Come in,” I heard his gravelly voice. 

I opened the door, a polite smile on my face. Dr. Dresden could have been sixty eight or three hundred and four and there would be no telling. His wispy white hair was coiffed carefully and his ancient blue eyes hid behind thick bifocals. His face was permanently pinched in a pensive expression, as if the years of untangling court cases altered the way he had aged. His tweed suit was immaculately clean and like the rest of his office was probably never changing. 

“Miss Y/l/n,” He greeted. 

“Professor,” 

“Come, sit.” He chose his words so carefully, as if the world wasn’t worth the extra effort to form complete sentences. 

I sat without saying a word. What did you say to someone like him? He knew he held my future in his hands and all I had to do was survive. It was one court case. I had done thousands up until now. 

We were at an impasse. 

Still saying nothing, he pulled out a thick envelope out of one of his desk drawers and set it on his desk in front of me. 

“Four o’clock Tuesday.” He said. “I expect to see progress.” 

“Yes sir,” I took the envelope in my hands. 

“That’s all.” 

Nodding I stood, inhaling deeply. The weight of the bulky folder in my hands held the weight of my future and somehow I thought it would be heavier. 

“And Miss Y/l/n?” He called before I left his office, my hand on the doorknob. 

I turned. 

“Don’t be so nervous. I’m very interested to see what becomes of you,” There was almost a smile on his face and I didn’t know whether to take his words as a compliment or a looming threat. 

“Yes Professor,” I nodded a goodbye and left his office. 

Drawing my wand I apperated back home, walking up the steps of my building, unlocking it, feeling the safety behind the closed door. 

My apartment in Epsom was just far enough away from the city that I didn’t feel suffocated. It was quiet, quaint, with locals who knew me from working my way through law school at a local restaurant. A wizard community had been here since the 1200s and they never really left. Of course they were all skeptical when I moved in at the end of my undergrad, but now it was like I had lived here all my life. 

Setting the folder on my four seater little dining table, I switched a couple of lights on. 

Tuesday was my first deadline. It was in two days. What had he expected me to accomplish in two days? I could have the case memorized and thousands of books filled with ancient wizard laws that applied but without names or locations, I couldn’t make progress. 

A sigh left my lips. 

I was getting ahead of myself. 

The folder taunted me on the table as I made dinner and poured a drink. It was time to get to work. 

Pulling out fresh parchment, quill and ink, I opened the folder. 

It was a War case. They were common. Those who may or may not have been associated with Voldemort and his followers; all looking to be acquitted. I scanned the cover page. The wizard or witch’s name was changed to a number. 

They were the child of a death eater and had taken the mark themselves during this war. They were charged with the murder of a very important wizard: whose name I also didn’t have. The wizard confessed to the crime, but the case was still open despite the confession. 

That was odd. 

My dinner was forgotten as I ruffled through the pages trying to figure out why this case was still open despite having the confession on record. Then there were the ballistics from the Aurors of the wizard’s wand. A killing curse was never cast. 

“Oh,” I sat back. “Okay,” This was interesting. Really interesting. 

How could a wizard under veritaserum confess to a crime his wand didn’t commit? 

The wizard killed was killed by the Unforgivable curse. 

I started reading through the witness statements versus the wizard’s own personal statements. The wizard claimed that everyone there who had witnessed the crime had died in the war. The witness statements I did have were character testaments—all claiming they believed the wizard was possible of such an act. 

At the very bottom of the folder was one last witness statement. 

Words I would never forget. 

Words that I gave an Auror six years ago. 

I knew this case. 

I knew this wizard. 

And after a few minutes, I had every witness named.

This was the case of Draco Malfoy.

.

the defendant

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"How do you write such realistic dialogue-" I TALK TO MYSELF. I TALK TO MYSELF AND I PRETEND I AM THE ONE SAYING THE LINE. LIKE SANITY IS SLOWLY SLIPPING FROM BETWEEN MY FINGERS WITH EVERY MEASLY WORD THEY TYPE OUT. THAT IS HOW.

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Flower Power

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Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: approx. 3.7k

Summary: With his responsibilities as a Malfoy heir, Prefect, and Slytherin Quidditch Captain growing more intense, Draco finds brief moments of respite in watching you. But you’re too sweet to handle the world he occupies…right?

This fic is for the third week of the Jinxed July challenge by @thatdammchickennugget and @finalgirllx!

Prompts: Black lake | flower crown | "Caught you daydreaming about me again, didn't I?"

Warnings/be aware: Draco’s POV, grumpy x sunshine with a twist, fem!Reader, Ravenclaw!Reader, Slytherin boys being a lil mean, mentions of drinking, smoking, and addiction, Death Eater stuff not mentioned

“Oi! Malfoy! Where’re you going?”

In a corner of the Slytherin common room sat Blaise Zabini, Theo Nott, Mattheo Riddle, and Lorenzo Berkshire, all playing a fast-paced game of Exploding Snap. Next to Enzo was a freshly abandoned set of cards where Draco had been. Just moments ago, he’d abruptly set down his cards and stood up, pacing towards the door.

“Out.”

As the hidden door to the common room slammed behind Draco, he sucked in deep breaths, running a hand through his platinum hair to calm himself down. He knew he’d been a bit of a nightmare to be around lately, and his unpredictable abandonment of his cards wouldn’t help ease his friends’ irritation with him. But what did it matter? He had bigger problems to occupy his mind – much bigger. As the Malfoy family heir, as well as a school Prefect and Quidditch Captain, he had a long list of expectations to meet. With the urgent tasks ahead of him, he couldn’t afford to waste his time sitting around and playing Exploding Snap.

But he couldn’t manage to sit down and do anything else, either. Rather, his body betrayed him, his lungs heaving as if the walls were closing in around him and his legs pushing him through the school’s stone-laden corridors. The stakes of his success or failure weighed on him like a ton of bricks every day, from morning until night. There was no escape – not drinking, like Riddle, or smoking, like Nott, or charming a thousand girls, like Zabini and Berkshire.

There were only grey walls and the sound of his footsteps leading him somewhere, anywhere else.

His expression displayed his dismal mood, causing younger students to scatter in fear as he strode through the corridor and up the stairs. Though he knew somewhere in his mind that they’d done nothing to him, he couldn’t help but wish they would all disappear. These days, he hated everyone more often than not. He couldn’t stop his rage from boiling unexpectedly in his blood.

Involuntarily, his feet drove him up and up and up the stairs until he was faced with a set of doors out of the castle. Figuring that anywhere beat the crowded halls of his school, filled with people he wanted to hex into next year, he waved his wand and threw the doors harshly open. The crack as they slammed against the stone of the castle’s outside walls gave him a sick sort of satisfaction as he strode into the open air.

The weather was hot, September still clinging onto the last vestiges of summer. Sun beamed down onto Draco’s black collared shirt as he realized, to his chagrin, that the outside of the castle was no less crowded than the inside. When did Hogwarts get all these students? His strides continued robotically on, doing precious little to ease the tension in his chest. With his hands crammed into his pockets and a sour frown on his face, he made his way across the grass, attracting stares and whispers of fright in his wake. He could hear them now – I heard he's going the same way as the rest of his family. Didn't his aunt torture the Longbottoms? He did more than just take House Points when he caught Creevy out of bed last week.

For a moment, he felt sick to his stomach at the sound of the stupid rumors, the heat ready to stifle him. He wondered if his legs were betraying him, if he ought to turn around and just go back inside.

Then he spotted you.

The way his eyes fixed on your face was like an involuntary tick. Ridiculous. And yet, he found the tightness in his chest finally dissipating as he took in your smile, the intent little gleam in your eye, and the flowing little sundress that adorned your body as you laid in the grass by the Black Lake. Your hands were busy – he couldn’t see exactly what you were doing, but the fact came as no surprise. In Charms, your hands were always busy too, doodling or fidgeting while Flitwick lectured. Somehow, though, you were still able to answer every last question that he asked perfectly.

Draco’s feet continued on their traitorous trajectory as he drew closer to the lake, and to you.

When he’d entered his first NEWT Charms class that year, he’d been in an exceptionally foul mood. What a stupid class. Charms lessons should have ceased after second year, he’d thought. When Professor Flitwick had announced that seats would be assigned, his mood had worsened further. Though he wasn’t fond of sitting next to Nott and feeling the fool breathing down his neck for the whole lesson, it was better than sitting next to some Hufflepuff, or rather, some Ravenclaw. The moment he’d laid eyes on you, he’d suspected you were going to be annoying, thrusting your hand into the air incessantly like Granger and talking his ear off about nonsense trivia. Yet, you spent the lesson drawing constellations and plants into the margins of your notes and providing soft, certain one-word answers.

During the first class session, he realized that you were less obnoxious than expected. By the second, he’d noticed your smile.

He’d always known you were beautiful – Salazar knew he’d heard Berkshire admiring you at parties more than once. Yet, there was something about experiencing you in close proximity…the smell of your perfume, the shimmer of your lip gloss, the gleam of that gorgeous smile… and Merlin, when he’d heard you laugh during the third lesson? It was like all of his problems had suddenly disappeared. There was no one else in the world but him and you and the sound of your laughter.

Before the fourth lesson, he’d spoken to you. Sure, he’d talked to you a handful of times in your years at Hogwarts, but these days he hardly wanted to engage with anyone, let alone blabber idly with some girl in Charms. As you entered the classroom, though, something came over him. A sudden bout of stupidity, perhaps.

“What is that?” He pointed towards a slip of colorful, woven yarn tied to your school bag. The ends hung loose from the rest of the thing, like the legs of the Giant Squid.

“Oh, it’s silly.” You shook your head, and he fought the urge to object. “It’s just a bracelet, I make them sometimes.”

“Would you make me one?” What? Who says that?

An expression of surprise crossed your face, but after a moment, you grinned. Draco felt his body relax, as though you’d finally cooled the unending boiling of his blood.

“Yeah, sure.”

The black knotted yarn rested perpetually against his wrist now, covered by the silk cuff of his shirt sleeve. It was certainly the scrappiest thing he’d ever worn. He wasn’t sure why he couldn’t find it in himself to take it off.

By the third week of lessons, Draco was talking to you regularly. Even when he’d scoffed at his friends and told them to leave him alone, even when he’d wanted everyone in the world to go away, the sight of you grinning at something he said or the sound of you telling him a story could overtake him like nothing else. It was like he’d finally learned how to breathe again after months of choking on air. And when you’d blush a soft pink and giggle as he teased you…Salazar, if a drink or a cigarette could make him feel like that, he would be just as addicted as Riddle and Nott.

He'd assured himself that this was what he was supposed to be doing, garnering respect from his fellow students and bringing prestige to the Malfoy name. Yet, he knew that he could do you no good. You were so sweet, so gentle...qualities of which the Malfoys knew little. The thought of you ever crossing paths with the world he knew made his stomach churn. You would run the first chance you had, and he couldn’t blame you.

Overcoming every ounce of logic and reason that he possessed, his strides came to a stop in front of the grass where you laid. As he watched you, he realized that your fingers were working to weave flowers together in some sort of chain, because of course that was the sort of thing you would get up to on a Saturday. He paused, admiring your peaceful expression.

“Caught you daydreaming about me again, didn’t I?”

You glanced up and spotted him, a grin growing on your face and a familiar pink sheen spreading across your cheeks as you giggled. Just like that, his rage, his anxiety, his perpetual feeling of being trapped melted away. He sat down next to you before he even realized what he was doing. Your smile came into closer view.

“Hi, Draco.” You rolled your eyes at the cheesy pickup line, but he couldn’t even find it in himself to care. The rush in his head as he inhaled the floral scent of your perfume was too strong.

“What’s that?” He nodded his head at the chain of flowers, crossing his legs and leaning back on his hands. The bottoms of his rings dug into the dirt slightly.

“It’ll be a flower crown when I’m done,” you answered cheerfully. “Figured I should make one last one before it gets cold outside, you know?” Draco nodded, despite the fact that he’d never seen a flower crown in his life.

“It’s nice.” Internally, he kicked himself. Who says that?

You were silent for a moment, focused on weaving the stems of the flowers in front of you into a chain before you glanced back up at him. “Aren’t you warm? It’s like a billion degrees.” You eyed his black collared shirt and dark trousers.

The thought hadn’t occurred to him since he’d approached you, but he supposed that even by the lake, it was quite warm. “Oh, a bit.” He eyed you mischievously as you worked. “Why? You want me to start taking clothes off?”

Your eyes immediately flicked up to his and you crinkled your nose, throwing a stray flower stem at him. “You’re the worst.” Shaking your head, you grinned. Draco didn’t miss the slight blush that reappeared on your cheeks. “Is it so outrageous that I don’t want you to pass out from heat exhaustion?” He chuckled, then blinked for a moment in surprise. The sound seemed almost foreign to his own ears.

“Well, I suppose if it will bring you peace of mind.” With a practiced hand, he unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. The sun shone on his toned body as he leaned back, resting on his elbows next to you. He felt a spark of satisfaction in his chest as he noticed your blush deepen.

Birds chirped in the distance as you continued your crafting. Letting out a heavy breath, he felt his body sink into the grass. He couldn’t believe he hadn’t noticed what a beautiful day it had been before.

“You’re still wearing my bracelet.”

Draco glanced over at you in surprise at the sound of your voice and saw you eyeing his left wrist. You’d fastened the bracelet there several weeks ago. A million excuses ran through his head – I forgot about it, I thought it was funny, I didn’t know how to get it off – but they all disappeared as he spied the soft smile that had crept onto your face. Your eyes sparkled happily at the sight of the black yarn on his wrist. “Oh, yeah, um, I thought it went well with these.” He flexed his fingers in front of him, causing his silver rings to glint in the sun.

“Maybe this will go well too.” He followed your gaze to see a finished circlet made of flowers sitting in front of you, which you took in your hands. “I realized I made it too big for my head, but I think it’ll suit you.” Struck silent by your beaming grin, he didn’t object as you placed the flower crown atop his platinum hair. You sat back, eyeing your work with satisfaction. “Perfect.”

Others, even his friends, had earned his ire for much less. To sit some dirty flowers on his head like he was some sort of doll to play dress-up with was ridiculous. Somehow, though, he couldn’t summon the rage that had become like a second skin to him as he looked into your eager eyes. In fact, he found a strange sort of pride swelling in his chest as he displayed your art for you.

“How do I look?” He winked, causing you to giggle.

“Very handsome.” You grinned back, and he was left wordless as you moved closer to him, resting your head against his shoulder.

He wondered for a moment if he should wrap his arm around you, pull you close to his chest, perch you on his lap, ask you on a date, for Merlin’s sake. But he knew full well that he couldn’t. This wasn’t who he really was, sitting by the lake and making you laugh. If he brought you into his life, you were far too sweet to survive. He knew his friends would scare you away – the perpetually bloodied and intoxicated Riddle, the bitter Nott, the crafty Berkshire – let alone any of the dozen dark problems that plagued him daily. But he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you. So, though he knew it was the worst idea he’d had in a while, he leaned into your body and allowed your blissful presence to wash over him.

“Salazar’s sake, Malfoy!”

A sudden exclamation yanked Draco from his blissful state. As you sat up, allowing him to turn around and see a frowning Blaise Zabini standing behind him, he felt the familiar ire boil up in his blood again.

“What do you want?” He found his lip curling in displeasure, and he hoped you weren’t watching. Theo, Enzo, and Mattheo stood behind Blaise. Apparently after their Exploding Snap game had ended, they’d all gone looking for him.

“If you were ditching us for some girl, you could’ve just said that.” Blaise let out a low, derisive chuckle. “And what in Merlin’s name have you got on your head?”

“I made it,” you chimed in, and Draco felt his heart sink at your sweetness, your naiveite. His friends were going to tear you to shreds if he didn’t do something about it.

“Aww, isn’t that cute.” Theo’s drawl was as harsh as ever as he eyed up Draco. “Have you gone soft all of a sudden, Malfoy?”

Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket as he glared sourly at the boys. “I’ll show you exactly what way I’ve gone if you don’t shut up, Nott.” Mattheo snorted, raising his eyebrows incredulously. “Got a problem, Riddle?”

“Sorry, mate, you just look so ridiculous saying that with that thing on your head!” He let out a gale of laughter, the other boys joining him.

Draco felt rage boil up in his throat. There was no reason why you should have to listen to his idiot friends talking about your creations this way. However, before he could retort, he was interrupted.

“Get out of here, boys.” Your voice was bolder than he’d ever heard it, a snap of sass contained within your words. He glanced over at you in surprise to see you meeting Blaise’s challenging glare.

“Yeah?” Blaise scoffed. “Or what?”

Before he could open his mouth to object, Draco saw you fix his friend with a smirk, your eyebrows raised as you crossed your arms.

“Or I’ll happily tell Nott over here exactly what happened to his new Nimbus after you borrowed it last week.”

Draco scarcely prevented his jaw from dropping, and Zabini didn’t even fare that well as he stared at you incredulously. Meanwhile, Nott glowered in anger.

“Where's my broom, Zabini?”

“Or…Riddle.” Draco noticed with awe how Mattheo tensed up as you locked him in your gaze. “I could always let Berkshire know which girl you snogged after the game last week, even though he’d already called dibs.”

“Riddle!” Enzo roared, swinging around to face Mattheo, who shrunk away from the other boy with fear in his eyes.

“What was I supposed to do? She came onto me!” His protests seemed unlikely to help him as Enzo stormed forward.

“Oh, and Nott…” You winced mockingly. “I might just have to tell your friends about you and Parkinson’s little – ”

“Okay, okay!” Theo cut you off, his eyes widening in alarm as he shook his head. He took a step back in retreat. “Please! We’ll leave you guys alone.”

“I dunno, I kind of want to hear that last one.” Mattheo raised his eyebrows. You shrugged, giving the boys a smug smile.

“Sorry! I keep my bargains.”

“Right…” Blaise remarked as the boys backed away. He shook his head. “Merlin, Malfoy, she’s more brutal than you!” Draco couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath as his friend group devolved into chaos, arguing loudly as they retreated back to the castle.

As he turned back towards you, he felt a new admiration spark within him as your eyes shone, a self-satisfied grin on your face.

“How do you know all that?” His eyebrows raised as you laughed. As you moved back towards him, he wrapped an arm around you.

“I pay attention.” You shrugged. “Everyone assumes that just because my hands are busy, I’m not listening, but I can still hear. You wouldn’t believe the stuff people let fly around me while I’m drawing.” For a moment, you paused, pressing your lips together. “Besides the Zabini stuff, I just happened to see him run that Nimbus into a tree.”

“Merlin,” he murmured, eyeing you in disbelief.

“What? You didn’t think I was all flower crowns and star doodles, did you?”

“A bit.” He grinned at his own admission as you giggled.

“I’m the youngest of five siblings. If I wasn’t a little vicious, I would’ve been eaten alive.” You twisted the stray edge of his shirt between your fingers. “Not only do I keep an arsenal of information for blackmailing purposes, but I can manage a pretty harsh Stinging Charm and throw a mean right hook.”

“Really?” His eyes widened.

“Yup.” You popped the p. “Not that you would know anything about that, only child.” You poked him playfully in the chest, laughing as he made a face.

“You really are brutal.” In spite of his words, he pulled you closer so that your head was resting on his chest. As you sighed contentedly, he felt his heart thundering in his ears. There was a strange, hopeful feeling rising up in him – he hadn’t known it for some time now. You didn’t scare half as easily as he’d believed. He paused for a moment, a smile dancing on his lips. “It’s a good thing you’re cute, too.”

“Draco,” you giggled softly in protest as your whole face turned red. The sound of his name slipping from your lips was more beautiful than music to him – the moment he heard it, he knew he needed to hear it again. You tried to bury your face in his chest, but he hooked a finger under your chin, preventing you from hiding.

“There she is,” he murmured, smirking slightly at your blush as you glanced bashfully at the ground. It struck him just how close you were, and how you were getting closer, and then with a slight lean of his head, his lips were touching yours.

Oh, Salazar, his lips were touching yours.

He’d been enamored with your laugh, fascinated with your blush, intrigued by your cunning, but they had nothing on this feeling. This was an addiction from the first dose, as you gasped softly against his lips and kissed him back, first hesitantly and then with a passion that made his head spin. Everything in the world disappeared but you as his lips worked against your own, your fingers gently caressing the bare skin of his chest. As he deepened the kiss, one hand on your waist and the other wrapped in your hair, you whimpered softly. He had no idea how long it had been when you finally pulled away ever so slightly, pupils blown.

“I think people are staring,” you whispered, grinning against his lips.

“Let them.” He chuckled softly as he moved back to look at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Let them stare at us in Hogsmeade, too. Will you go with me?”

You beamed. “I thought you’d never ask.” As your eyes softened, you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

Draco laid back down in the grass. Your flower crown was still atop his head as he pulled you close to him. You closed your eyes, the sun dancing across your hair as you relaxed against his chest. He watched you with admiration, his fingers unconsciously fiddling with the ends of your skirt. For the first time in months, something told him that the future could be better than the past.

[draco-dormiens]

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THE STRANGEST OF PLACES - Chapter Twenty Four / The Final Chapter

draco x fem!ravenclaw reader / postwar au series

a/n: so. here we are - final chapter! i really hope i’ve done this ending justice. even got a bit emosh myself. i'd just like to say a HUGE thank you to everyone that has supported this fic, whether that be reading, interacting, sharing, anything. it's been a pleasure to post this story for you ♡ now... onto my next series idea!!

warnings: nothing really, just a tad bit emotional

wc: 2944

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The Seventh Years Graduation

As from a dream, Draco woke with an air of blissfulness. His first morning with the girl he loved was cut short, a few messy kisses and promises of tomorrow before he was faced with the dark gates of his home once more. He was ready, more now than ever, to face the music that was his parents and their wishes for his pureblood marriage.

After leaving them in a whirl of confusion the night before, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't slightly dreading the look on his mother's face once he sees her again. Draco could hear her now, scolding him for allowing his family to be shamed yet again, could picture the disapproving look his father would give him from the corner of his eye. He swallows thickly, but with the courage you had planted in him, he entered the foyer to be greeted with absolute silence. It wasn't as if being greeted by an empty home was unusual, it was just that at this moment, the silence was practically deafening.

He hesitated in calling out, but figured it would be worse if they knew he'd come home and not seeked them out first thing after yesterday's fiasco. "Mother? Father?" He called, only to be met with the slight echo of his voice in the quietness. Not even the house elf seemed to respond, and so, he wandered, cautiously, through to the drawing room they would usually reside in. When he entered, it appeared as if someone was there, a pot of tea and half drunk cup on the coffee table and the Daily Prophet sprawled out beside it.

"Hello?" He calls again, coming to a halt before the paper. The headline read "A Joyous Occasion: Returning Students to Graduate", and a rather lengthy article where Headmistress McGonagall had stated how 'utterly elated' she was for the returning seventh years after such a 'stressful and sorrowful time.' Draco flicks through a few more pages, various columns advertising products and, of course, Skeeter's addition. He huffs at her attempts, as the doorway suddenly darkens behind him.

"Draco." Lucius's voice comes at a shock against the silence of the room, Draco spinning on the spot to see his father, who, upon inspection, looked tireder than ever, "you have returned, I see."

"Father," Draco clears his throat, "is mother around?"

"I'm afraid she is not," Lucius said, gracefully crossing the room in an expensive looking gown, "She is collecting her dress for the graduation."

"Ah. Right." Draco breathes, questioning how his mother has simply continued with her graduation preparations.

With a flick of his wand, Lucius summons another tea cup, and steam begins to rise from the teapot. "Sit," he instructs his son, "there is something I wish to tell you."

Draco does as he's told, already aware that his actions had perhaps caused his mother to have a breakdown and leave his father looking like sleep had escaped him for at least a month. Lucius pours two fresh cups, and sips at the warm brew with a little satisfied hum. Draco, as if a guest in his own home, follows suit, sitting uncomfortably on the end of the couch.

"Not long after your mother and I graduated," Lucius begins, "there was an awful lot of talk about the Dark Lord and his success in becoming immortal. It was getting more and more apparent that this man was gaining an insurmountable amount of power."

Draco remained silent as his father took a pause.

"I, young and influenced, believed that following this Dark Lord was the right and just thing to do. My family held the same beliefs, as did your mother's. Swearing allegiance to him, in my inexperienced mind, made utter sense. The things I was doing... made sense. But what I've come to realise, in my doing so, I have caused undeniable pain to those dearest to me." Lucius stops, and looks Draco in the eyes, "and to you, most of all, it would seem."

"Father, I-"

"I often wondered what you may do now that the war was over and Voldemort is dead. I had pictured you following the same beliefs, marrying a pureblood and having children. Perhaps I was naive to think that those events hadn't changed you... that those around you hadn't changed you." Lucius said, ignoring Dracos interception. He could see a slight sheen over his father's eyes for the first time in his life, "what's her name, Draco?"

"Huh?" Draco sounds, a little dumbfounded, "oh, you mean Y/N? I-it's Y/N Y/L/N."

"Half blood?" Lucius asks, sipping his tea as Draco swallows another lump in this throat.

"Yeah," he nods, looking down at his cup, "her father is a muggle."

"I see." Lucius says simply, placing down his cup and saucer, "and do you love her?"

Draco almost chokes. Never did he think his father would ask him such a question, but here he was, looking at him with all seriousness. Even so, Draco's answer is strong and quick.

"Yes," he said without a beat, "more than anything."

Lucius nods yet again and rises.

"Then there is no more to be said," he announced, clearing the table with another flick of his wand, "we shall have to meet after the graduation. Perhaps over dinner."

As his father begins to leave, Draco stands from the couch, gaining his father’s attention. Confusion and elation courses through his veins.

"Is that it?" Draco challenges softly, "you're not going to scold me? Shout at me?"

"Would you still pursue this girl if I did?" Lucius asks calmly, "would you listen if I forbid you from seeing her? Even if I locked you in the highest room of this house, you would find a way to her, would you not?"

"Do I need to answer that?" Draco raises an eyebrow, and his father chuckles. The sound of it was so foreign to Draco's ears.

"Then I rest my case," Lucius holds his hands up, "your mother and I have spoken at great lengths, Draco. Your disappearance last night proved one thing - we have no right to hold you down any longer. I dare say, if someone had kept me from your mother, I may have gone insane."

"I love her," Draco finds himself saying, "and I'm going to marry her, father. No one else."

Lucius is quiet for a long moment, before cracking a slight smile.

"You seem to have found yourself," he says as he walks towards the door, and his small smile disappears from his face, "perhaps we were too blind to notice the young man before us."

Banners, flags and all manner of decorations were adorning Hogwarts the morning of the graduation ceremony. Families from all over the county had congregated to join in with the celebrations, and the grounds were practically teeming with people.

Draco had owled to request you meet him before the ceremony began, to tell you about his meeting with Lucius. It was safe to say you were surprised to hear a more positive story, since he'd ran away and left his parents and the Greengrass's in the lurch. But Draco had reassured you that his father is a serious man - he wouldn't have said those things if he didn't mean them, and especially if his mother disagreed. "I haven't seen her but," he began, looking dashing in his robes of emerald green, "something tells me father spoke for the both of them."

Outside in the courtyard, students were to be seated in their houses, with families and friends seated behind. Important individuals within the wizarding community as well as representatives from the Ministry were also present. The Daily Prophet had photographers and journalists out, capturing the eventual graduation of the returning seventh years. As the moment approached, students began walking in their respective houses to their seats, you amongst the Ravenclaws clad in striking blue robes. From the corner of your eye, you spot the emerald green of the Slytherins walking in the same direction across the entrance hall, one particular student catching your eye as she elegantly drifted across the space, brown hair cascading down her back and heels clicking along the tiled floor.

As if carried by your feet before you could think, you made a beeline across the space.

"Astoria," you call out, and the girl stops at the sound of her name, head snapping in the direction of your voice, "can I speak to you a moment?"

"Y/N," she blinks, "can I... help you?"

For a moment you weren't sure what to say. Do you thank her for letting Draco follow his heart? Do you apologise that her marriage didn't go to plan, and that she has faced just as much heartache as you in all of this? Or do you simply wish her well? Many things flitted through your mind in that moment, but one thing was abundantly clear. Despite everything that had transpired, there didn't seem to be even a glint of disdain in her eyes.

"Well, I just-"

"If it's about Draco, you should know he made his own decision," she cuts you off, smiling at the small crowd of Slytherins entering the courtyard, Draco surely among them, "I simply realised I was an accomplice in his misery. The rest was his own heart telling him what to do."

"From my understanding, you were pivotal in Draco finding his strength," you said kindly, Astoria's pretty eyes looking at you as if she was sure Draco wouldn't ever mention her name again, "and for that, I'm forever thankful, Astoria. As well as deeply sorry for the mess I caused."

She shakes her head with a smile on her face. A light chuckle escaped her lips.

"Love isn't a crime, Y/N," she says softly, "for too long, I've lived in my parent’s shadow, following their ideals and wishes. If anything, Draco, and you, have taught me a lot about thinking with your own mind. It's true I would've married happily," she pauses briefly, "but it's a long time to be miserable, don't you think? Draco deserves better than that."

You go to speak, but nothing comes out. Words fail you in this moment, and Astoria takes your hand as the band outside begin to play the entrance music for the graduating students.

"There is no need for more words," she said, and you hold her hand back tightly, "all I ask is that you take care of him. Merlin knows he needs it. Now, what do you say we walk out together, hm? As a Ravenclaw and a Slytherin, for the last time."

Arm in arm, you emerge from the large doors and into the courtyard, following the groups of other students. The two of you split ways once arriving at your designated spots, and part with a smile. You find your place beside Luna, and settle in, a buzz of excitement and fresh, new beginnings in the air. Headmistress McGonagall rises to the lectern, as students, staff and guests all stand. A round of applause is made, and the ever elegant professor quieted the crowd with a gentle wave of a hand, urging everyone back into their seats.

"Thank you," she begins, her voice magically amplified, "It is my greatest pleasure, as Headmistress of our school, to see such wonderfully gifted pupils embark on their next chapter, not only as high achieving students, but as young men and women." She scans the crowd, and with a wipe of her handkerchief under both eyes, continues, "and most of all, it is an honour to send off those returning seventh years whose final year at Hogwarts was tainted by sorrow and loss, into greener and brighter pastures, as free witches and wizards. The world is indeed your oyster, and I expect great things from each and every one of you."

Professor Flitwick hurries along the stage, wand levitating a large pile of scrolls, each tied with a coloured ribbon of the students respective house, closely followed by Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"Now," McGonagall announces, "as we call your name, house by house, please rise to collect your graduation certificate, prestigiously presented by our good Minister, Mr Shacklebolt."

Students from each house proudly took the stage and their graduation certificates, shaking hands with the Minister and posing for a photograph. Gryffindor first, then Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and eventually, Ravenclaw. As your name is called, with slight jelly legs and a nervous but exciting feeling in your stomach, you walk the aisle to the stage, passing the other houses. Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt hands a scroll to you, blue ribbon tied in the centre in a neat and perfect bow, and then shakes your hand in a firm but gentle way.

"Congratulations," he says quietly to you, as the camera takes a photograph your parents are no doubt planning on placing above the fireplace. You take the chance to look out over your fellow students and families, noticing your mother waving at you from the back rows. A small wave back and she's taking her own photos, and even from the stage you could see your father urging her to sit down so the others behind could see. Then, your eyes fall on the rows of emerald green, to a kind face, with white hair shining in the sun, and a smile that makes your knees a little weak.

He winks, and you can't help but feel flustered in front of the hundreds of faces looking up at you blushing like a schoolgirl. 

"Thank you," you mutter to the Minister, and share a smile with the Headmistress as you head back to your seat. After a few words from Minister Kingsley Shacklebolt about courage, strength and the 'formidable force that is the students of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry', one final round of applause, and the chance to mingle begins. Your parents, mother crying and father trying to hide his emotion, are the first to find you. They chat with your professors, even the Minister, and mingle with other parents they know. Students you've known say their goodbyes and well wishes, as a little tap on your shoulder gains your attention.

"So, we've done it." Hermione says, clearly overtaken with emotion, "We've actually done it."

The two of you embrace, squealing with happiness. You hug one another tightly, evoking some tears in the process. It's been a long journey, but you've made it. From the war to your own trials and tribulations, you were both still standing. Together.

"I couldn't have made it through this year without you, 'Mione," you mumble through your tears, and you hear her giggle through hers, "I love you so much. Thank you. For everything."

She pulls back, resting her hands on your shoulders as she looks at you with adoration.

"You must stay in touch," she chokes up mid sentence, "promise me? Don't be stranger, for Merlin's sake. Tell Malfoy the same." You nod vigorously, "I love you too," she says sincerely, and then her eyes are fixed on someone behind you, "speak of the devil."

You turn on your heel to see Draco, handsome as ever in the green that so belongs on him, sheepishly waiting for you to notice his presence. Turning back to Hermione, she insists you go to him, and with one last hug, you cross the space between you. His smile grows wider the closer you get, and as soon as you're in touching distance, he takes your hand and presses a delicate kiss to your knuckles.

"You know," he begins, voice like silk, "blue really is your colour, my love."

A delightful chuckle escapes your lips, and within the next second, his other hand is cupping your jaw and bringing you in for a passionate kiss. He doesn't seem to care that hundreds of students and families surround you, including his own. All he cares about is this moment, and this declaration of his love for you. As you part, he remains close, kissing the corner of your mouth.

"I love you, darling," he whispers to you, only for you to hear, and wipes a stray tear from your cheek.

"I love you, Draco." Your voice is barely audible, but he catches it, and a toothy grin spreads across his face.

"Well then?" he then extends his arm to you, "it's time for the boats, my lady.”

With your arm laced in his, family and friends watching from the courtyard archways, the seventh years descend the stairs to the boat house for the last time, reminiscing about the first time they wandered up those same stairs to the sorting ceremony. Not many words are exchanged between you; emotions are high and his touch is enough, but as you collect on the docks of the boat house, Hermione comes to stand beside you. You take her hand, and the three of you look up towards the castle that's been your second home for eight years now. 

"Shall we?" you look between them both, and you share a silent agreement, stepping onto the boat together, symbolising the start of a new beginning, and the end of an era. As the boat is pushed from the shore, your hands are still intertwined, and your arm is still tightly around Draco's arm. If you had pictured your last trip across the Black Lake like this, you would've thought some very strange twist of fate was at play; in fact, it must be. Taking one last look back at the castle that becomes smaller and smaller the further away you get, you think how you've found many things during your time as a Ravenclaw. Friendships, courage, knowledge, and even love. Isn't it funny, you think to yourself. How life plays out, how the universe works.

How true happiness can be found…

In the strangest of places.

disclaimer: i do not own hp or any of the characters in this story

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[draco-dormiens]

OMG are you writing something new?? This is so exciting!!!!! :D And it's crazy because I wanted to ask if you'd be up to write something in the likes of the reader being an auror (or someone chasing down the bad guys after the war) and then I check a few days later and there it is! :O Thank you for continuing to share your writing and thank you for The Strangest Of Places. When you were updating it weekly (!) last year I was anxious for every next chapter and often sat at work, smiling or gasping at my phone like an idiot ;) I'm looking forward to your new story and thank you!!!

yesssss I am indeed!!! 💁🏼‍♀️

great minds think alike anon 😏

you are so welcome and I can’t wait to share it with everyone!! I’m hoping to get quite a few chapters done before I start posting so that there’s shorter wait times for you guys!! 🤍💫

[draco-dormiens]

FOR ALL THAT IS RIGHT AND JUST MASTERLIST

draco x fem!auror!slytherin reader postwar au series

BLURB:

Since the Second Wizarding War ended, an unusual peace had blessed the wizarding world for ten years. In the January of 2007, after many years as an Auror, Harry Potter became Head of the Auror Office. Unfortunately for him, the peace the world had come to know would soon be turned upside down, throwing himself and his colleagues into a state of mania.

Y/N Travers and Draco Malfoy are amongst the Auror’s that fall under Harry’s supervision. Friends since their childhood, they have battled the challenges of adolescence and fought in a war that their families were at the centre of. Throughout the years, mutual pining and reciprocated feelings get shoved aside due to their solid friendship and mutual understanding that neither of them want to lose, and the fact that they work in close proximity to one another each day as fellow Auror’s.

When a new threat starts to rear its ugly head, both the Ministry and the wizarding world are thrown into utter chaos. Can Y/N and Draco help Harry to bring peace once and for all? Will mixed feelings and high emotions become the downfall of their lifelong friendship along the way?

CHAPTERS:

chapter one: ministry mayhem

chapter two: draco’s story

chapter three: suspicious wizard on the hogwarts express

chapter four: memorial in the great hall

chapter five: a not so sweet surprise

chapter six: sweet memory lane

tbc

disclaimer: i do not own harry potter or any of the characters or storyline associated with it.

warnings: reader and draco are both 27, blood, injury, fighting, drama, strong language, sexual themes, mutual pining, slow burn (i'm sorry)

status: ongoing

a/n: this list my change over time, due to me changing my mind on chapter titles and warnings and such. i'm currently in the process of writing this and would like to get quite a few chapters done before i start posting - save you guys waiting for an update. i hope you enjoy it x