#Draco imagines

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Copy Of A Copy

Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

Summary: Whatever is drawn on your skin shows up on your soulmates skin.

Warnings: Annoyance, Draco being Draco, I honestly can’t think of anything let me know if you see something!

Note: I’ve been planning on writing this for so long and I’m finally doing so! Hope you guys enjoy. :)

Masterlist

Request Requirements

The pale fingers of the Slytherin carefully-but skillfully- chopped the ingredients for the Potion, trying to cut out the conversation of Potter and Weasley. They were clearly trying to keep their voices down but failing to do so due to Draco’s hearing abilities.

It was at that moment he wished he was temporarily deaf, so that he didn’t have to hear the bickering of Potter and wanna-be-Weasley.

“Haha! Look at Seamus, Malfoy.” Crabbe said, his big face scrunching up as his fat finger pointed to the clumsy boy across the room. Draco spared a glance, seeing the boy with a black face, looking into his potion helplessly as the explosion just occurred. Malfoy rolled his eyes, shooting Crabbe a glare before looking back to his task at hand.

But, when he glanced at his hand, he saw little flowers forming, the ink moist as whoever was drawing it was doing it in real time. Petal after petal appeared, forming a decent picture. He grumbled, grabbing the towel Seamus used to wipe his face and aggressively rubbed the skin, terribly smearing the ink on the back of his hand, the flowers mushing together, making it not look so decent anymore.

He flung the towel on the table beside him, and picked up the knife he placed down, going back to his previous actions.

“What now, Malfoy?” Goyle asked. Draco snarled.

“Stupid soulmate drawing on their skin again. Seriously, they can’t draw on a piece of parchment?” He complained, his chops becoming more harsh on the cutting board.

Goyle shrugged. “Unless they’re bored in class. What is it anyway? Little reminders?”

“No, course not! In fact, I’d rather it be that instead of rubbish drawings of dumb flowers! Look at that rubbish,” Draco started, repeating the word he said earlier with a bitter taste growing in his mouth. He showed the two boys what was left of the flowers on his hand. “Honestly, how ugly.”

The two boys agreed, but they had hints of smiles on their faces.

Draco noticed and barked. “What’s so funny, boys?”

The smiles dropped instantly on Goyle’s face but Crabbe still had a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Nothing, just that your soulmate draws on her skin.”

Draco squinted. “And what’s so funny about that? Enlighten me, I’d rather laugh than roll my eyes.”

Goyle shrugged. “Just that she must be doing it in purpose. Ya know, for you to see?”

Draco thought about it for a moment, ignoring the new lines forming on his hand.

“Why would I want to see this?” Draco wondered, irritation brewing inside him. “Especially on my hand, I don’t need it there, it’s annoying really.”

“You know how girls are. She’s desperate, man.” Crabbe jumped in, entering the conversation once he found out Draco wasn’t as upset as he thought.

Draco scoffed. “You know what, you’re right, Crabbe. She’s desperate for me. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying and I don’t want it there.”

Draco then finally looked down at his hand, and this time he saw an eye with shading, the smooth strokes of eyelashes now forming on his skin. Once she was done, Draco saw more stokes forming above the eye, and, wondering what it is, leaned forward to see what she was drawing. It turned out to be an eyebrow, but the way the lines were drawn helped Draco see the direction the hairs were going in, adding detail to the drawing he didn’t know was needed.

He gripped the towel between his finger tips of his other hand, but he felt some sort of guilt eating at his chest for rubbing away such work. But he didn’t want to be walking around with silly eyes and eyebrows on his hand, so with unwanted shame brewing in his chest he rubbed the fabric on the back of his hand, the once was ink smearing, covering his skin in black.

The girl frowned deeply as she watched once more the drawings she made were harshly rubbed away. The ink from her quill was a black blob now once the person was satisfied enough. Satisfied that the pictures were gone.

Her heart sank in her stomach for an unknown reason.

Well, she knew the reason, she just didn’t want to admit to herself that what her soulmate was doing was effecting her in this way.

She shouldn’t be surprised that he rubbed them off; I mean, who wants to walk around the corridors with silly drawings on the back of their hand? She didn’t have a problem with it, but he clearly did.

After the last moment of Lupin’s lecture faded away with the bell she grumbly got up and out her things away, making her way to the bathroom to rub the ink off. (Despite the nonexistent problem with walking around with drawings on herself, she did have a problem with walking around with a big ink smear in their place.)

She bent over the sink, her bag discarded at her feet as she rubbed the skin, forming red marks in their wake. The ink slowly ran down the drain, her heart going down with it.

She wished her soulmate accepted her actions on showing she was there, existing, live and breathing, to assure them that someone out there wanted them. But was he just embarrassed? Did he not want her as much as she thought he did? Did he have an annoyance towards the whole soulmate concept?

She sure hoped not, because her want to show her love was strong, yet the want to receive it was even stronger.

She wanted someone to love.

That loved her right back.

Did he even want that?

“Any drawings today, Malfoy?” Crabbe asked, a soft chuckle escaping his big mouth. Draco snarled at the boy beside him, also glaring at Goyle who was making interesting-meaning quite disgusting- noises while he was eating the feast the house elves provided.

The boy who received the glare quickly composed himself, swallowing the large amount of whatever it was down his throat, a loud gulping sound heard around the table.

Draco glared again.

Finally he turned to the other boy who addressed him earlier and replied reluctantly.

“No. Thank goodness. I’ve been sick and tired of constantly having to distress my skin; honestly, the embarrassment of walking around with a red tomato colored hand.”

Crabbe agreed with a hum, in the middle of chewing. Draco definitely noticed him paying extra attention to the noises he was making, so he didn’t annoy Draco any further.

“Never mind that,” Draco said, pulling through Daily Prophet out of his robes, long pale fingers flipping the pages until he got to the one he wanted.

“Father’s in the paper, as always.” He said proudly, showing the two boys the picture of his father. “Oh! And look!” He added, chuckling madly as he pointed to the same article, the name ‘Arthur Weasley’ printed as it told a story about him.

“Ridiculous, honestly.” Malfoy muttered, shoving the paper to Goyle across the table since he was (according to Draco) taking too long to read it.

“Ugh, Care of Magical Creatures today.” Draco complained, looking at his schedule. “That silly Hagrid, honestly, I swear I’m going to die each time I attend his classes.”

Goyle swallowed again. “Seriously, how many times does he have to bring in a deadly creature that might chop my head off-”

“Well I would certainly enjoy that.” Draco snapped. Goyle’s cheeks turned pink.

“God this place has gone to the dogs.” Draco muttered, stuffing his schedule in his pocket, taking one last gulp of pumpkin juice, and storming out of the Hall, and without question, the two boys followed him.

“‘Ello! Please step dis way,” Hagrid said, large hands clapping together. Draco scoffed but reluctantly followed the orders.

“Taken’ care of- well more of lookin’ at interestin’ creatures today; take a step back now.” He warned. (Malfoy gladly stepped back)

The crates ended up being full of slimy creatures Draco ended up forgetting the name of, too busy trying to keep his fingers attacked to his hands. “Gross, Goyle you do it.” He said, handing the boy the food and watched as his friend gave the creature its supper, hands shaking nervously.

Draco looked around as Goyle did the work, folding his arms as he watched with amusement as the Gryffindors struggled to feed the animals.

He then spotted another Slytherin working alone, the back of her head the only thing visible when it came to her features near her face.

Two small braids were on either side of her head, easily blending with her hair but he could see the twisted strands in the sunlight much easier.

She turned so he saw her profile, and, from what he could see, her eyes were bright but hesitant, a look of disgust on her lips as she fed the creature. As soon as all the food was gone, she instantly dropped the tool she was using to handle the food and grabbed a rag, wiping her hands off even though she didn’t touch it or the animal.

It was then Draco saw it. The small detail on her left hand, as so his.

A patch of distressed skin was there, in the same exact shape as Draco’s. He found himself looking at his own hand, then at hers, and back at his once again to double check.

They matched.

They matched.

Which means only one thing.

The girl that he’s never seen before, which was quite surprising since he often told himself that he knew all the Slytherins, was his soulmate.

What was more surprising though was something much weirder and stranger. And that something was this:

The realization didn’t bother him one bit.

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Skin To Skin (part two!)

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About the War (Part 1) - Draco Malfoy

Everyone has a part to play during the Second Wizarding War. Your job is to maintain a network of Portkeys for safe passage of the Order of the Phoenix. Later, you get a new role: handling the new spy among the Death Eaters, Draco Malfoy.

masterlist / part two

You haven’t seen anyone in five days. It was eight days before that. Then six. It varies, usually. Nothing here should be the same. If it’s the same, then it’s repetitive, and if it repeats, then they can track you. And if the Death Eaters track you, you are dead, and if you are dead, the war is over.

That is how it works. You are in the middle of the woods in the middle of nowhere. Still in Britain, you think you decided that a while ago, but you’ve been trying not to make any details certain. They say the Death Eaters can look inside your brain, peel it apart by layers and learn every single damned secret you keep about the Order of the Phoenix. The less you know, the less you’ll give them, the better.

But how can you keep any secret for long? The few members of the Order that cross your path all bring back horrific stories of the torture inflicted upon the witches and wizards unfortunate enough to get themselves captured. You’re no hero. You’re just a magical person, trying to keep your part of the warfront intact, and if you were tortured, you’d give up whatever information you had for the pain to stop. It’s the same with everybody. They say the really gung-ho ones have started trying to master casting the Killing Curse wandless so they can off themselves once they’re captured, but you’ve been too afraid of accidentally turning it upon yourself too early to ever give that one a go.

So, you wait. You’re out here for a reason, after all. You are in charge of maintaining the northeastern Node, one in a chain of– well, you don’t know how many. That’s the point. No one should know all of anything. Your job is to maintain a small camp that can house up to a dozen members of the Order at any time, and keep it protected by a heavy curtain of protection charms and enchantments to ward off the Death Eaters. You’re in the forest surrounding a small town, far off the beaten trail. When they dropped you off here at the start of the war, they instructed you to refresh your hiding charms every day, but you’ve been at it a lot more frequently than that. It gives you something to do, at least. Something more than just staring at the odd assortment of chests and boots and odd Muggle trinkets littered in the center of your camp.

After all, you’re not just out here for fun. The point of the Node maintainers is that they safeguard an extensive collection of Portkeys that lead to the locations of various Order bases across Europe. Some, you can refresh yourself, but often members of the Order will drop by and swap out a boot for a hat, or a football for the broken head of a broomstick. They never tell you where the Portkeys go, and you’re not stupid enough to ask. Members appear and disappear out of nowhere, always in a hurry, always terrified, and then they leave you through another Portkey and you’re alone again.

You can’t tell which you would hate more, the endless torment of this solitary hideout in the forest or the constant peril of the front lines. You didn’t ask for this position, and the Order certainly wouldn’t trust anyone who did. You were pulled aside when assignments were first being handed out. You had been a member of Dumbledore’s Army back in your fifth year, and quite a promising spellcaster to boot, so you’d assumed you would have been drafted to fight just like many of the others.

Dumbledore’s Army. Merlin, it feels like a lifetime ago. You’ve spent many nights lying awake on your cot, remembering the complicated spells and jinxes you’d slung at your classmates as if you were in a dream. It feels impossible that could have happened just a few years ago. All you know now is dirt and blood, hiding and the looming fear of your eventual capture. The only life is the war. The fact that you could have ever existed beforehand, dressed in school robes, laughing with friends that hadn’t yet died, practicing the Expelliarmus charm while the afternoon sun filtered in through blue-tinted windows, is inconceivable.

All of Hogwarts seems like a distant memory now. How could it be that the biggest struggle in your life was trying to pass your classes, or getting enough points to win the House Cup? For years, your biggest enemy was a platinum blond Slytherin, and the only conflict in your life was finding a way to stay ahead of him in grades. You have no idea where Draco Malfoy is now, but based on his surname alone, you can assume he’s been drafted to fight just like you have, only on the opposite side.

You sigh, taking a careful glance at the forest surrounding you. It’s been a long time since you saw anyone from your school days, friend or otherwise. You have no idea if the people passing through your makeshift stronghold are running or pursuing, fleeing or fighting. You have only the barest notions of the war at all, only that it’s starting to go on longer than anyone expected and that hope is swiftly draining from everyone. Harry, Ron, and Hermione are nowhere to be found. Witches and wizards disappear by the day, and then there’s people like you, split up, grasping at straws to figure out if your best friends have died yet.

What matters more than the physical Order is the idea of the Order, you decide. You have no idea how many members are still alive, if any are at all. You don’t know a single thing, only that you must remain at your Node and keep it safe. People come in from time to time, bleeding, ragged, half-dead already. You nurse some of them back to health, and bury others. Most leave after a few days. No one likes staying in one place for long, but you’ve been here eight months with no discernable change.

You used to go into town every now and then, during the early days. You’d transfigure rocks and leaves into Muggle money so you could buy food and necessities. It was morally wrong, maybe, and you’re certain that in a former life McGonagall had made you write a paper on the importance of only using transfiguration for ethical purposes, but you were starving more often than you weren’t and you had to get supplies somehow. After a close call that ended with Death Eaters combing the woods for you for weeks, however, you stopped your visits unless it was absolutely necessary.

Now, you don’t see anyone at all unless they’re stopping by your Node. They alternate between being maddeningly talkative and silent like the dead. You’re not sure which version unsettles you more, the ones who clutch the bony trees to support themselves while they whisper ceaselessly about the horrors they’ve seen, or the ones who curl up on the ground, shaking, mouth pressed together so firmly you almost wonder if their lips are stitched shut with a hex. Once they leave, you usually don’t see them again. Half the time, you find out from another walking ghost of the Order that they died in a battle some weeks later. No one stays alive for long.

It doesn’t matter what’s going on out there. None of that matters. The only important thing is maintaining the Portkeys. You’ve progressed to checking your protective charms hourly. Sometimes, Death Eaters apparate out of nowhere in the surrounding forest, and you have to press a hand over your mouth to stay silent as they walk so close they almost hear you breathing. One time, a pack of werewolves came through, and you swear they caught your scent. You’re certain they would have stuck around until they figured out how to pierce your enchantments and rip you to pieces were it not for the fact that they were called away by the appearance of a Dark Mark some distance to the east. That night, you checked your spells constantly, walking a never ending circle around your camp to make sure not a single sigil had faltered.

A shuffling sound behind you makes you startle, and you whip around to find that one of the Portkeys is shaking alarmingly. You whip out your wand, pointing it at the now furiously rattling Portkey and readying yourself for a fight. A sudden light glows from the object, bright and scalding, before growing to an impressive height and disappearing again. In its place is a man, his clothing rumpled and skin dashed with blood. Despite the gloom of the forest, a gold hoop shines from one of his ears. It looks like Kingsley Shacklebolt, but over the course of the war, you’ve had a lot of close encounters with what looked like your friends, and ultimately weren’t.

You don’t drop your wand for a second. “When you first met me, I was making a potion to heal an injured classmate. What were the core ingredients?”

The man doesn’t move a muscle. “Dittany and eagle feathers. What was the name of my first toad?”

You wrinkle your nose. “Since when have you had a toad?”

Your intruder points the tip of his wand at you. “Answer the question.”

You breathe out slowly, thinking. “Merlin, I haven’t the faintest of ideas. You’ve never mentioned a toad to me in your life. Is it a trick question?”

The wizard stares at you a second longer, then slowly lowers his wand. “Correct.”

You drop your wand with a sigh. “Kingsley, I have enough on my mind without you trying to break my brain. Come up with a question I know next time.”

Kingsley Shacklebolt arches a dark brow. “You did know the answer, which was the point. Any imitation would have guessed.”

You fold your arms across your chest. “And I nearly did, too. We’ve got few enough members of the Order as is, no need to go blowing the real ones to smithereens just because they’re too exhausted to play your mind games.”

Something in Kingsley’s expression relaxes a micrometer. “Another close call by the Death Eaters?”

You nod and shudder. “Three days ago. They haven’t been back since, and it was only in the town, not the forest, but still. They’re getting closer, I swear it.”

Kingsley sighs, taking a seat on a nearby tree stump. “I wouldn’t doubt it. No one knows the exact network of the Portkey Nodes, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they guess at it.”

You nod slowly. “More of them have been taken out, haven’t they? The Nodes, I mean. I’ve had more traffic than at the start.”

Kingsley glances sharply at you. “Don’t take this as a sign to slip away, L/N. Your job is pivotal to the function of the Order. With the Portkeys, there’s less Apparition into the safehouses, and we can make stronger defense charms. We rely on the Nodes to keep our people safe.”

You hold up your hands in surrender. “I know, I know. I’m not trying to argue, just gauge how many of us are gone.”

Kingsley looks away. “No way of telling.”

A heavy silence hangs over the clearing. You’re the one to break it at last, once the quiet seems like it’ll choke you. “Are you staying long?”

“Afraid not,” Kingsley says. “I’m behind schedule already.”

“Of course,” you reply, trying not to let your disappointment seep through into the words. It’s just– it’s been so long since you had a visitor stick around longer than five minutes, and of course you know they’re only here for transit between safehouses, but the loneliness is eating away at you.

Kingsley looks at you with a tinge of regret. “Actually, you may not be on your own for much longer. We’ve–” His voice breaks off, and he takes a cautious glance around the forest before continuing more quietly, “We’ve acquired a spy on the other side. Someone high up has agreed to feed us information on Voldemort’s troop movements and planned attacks.”

You inhale sharply. “You’re serious?”

“As the grave,” Kingsley nods. “I don’t want to reveal details out here, without knowing who’s listening, but it’s someone important. They’ll come once a week to give you reports, and you’ll hand off the information to the next Order member returning to headquarters. You’ll know it’s the spy because they’ll use a passcode. Saltwater.”

“I understand,” you say, but your mind is reeling. Winning over a spy is huge, to say the least. You knew there had been attempts throughout the whole course of the war, but most Death Eaters were too afraid of Voldemort’s wrath to risk such a thing. So you’d thought at least, but it appears the tide has turned in your favor.

Kingsley nods, and tells you to watch yourself before grabbing hold of another Portkey and disappearing. You’re left to stand by yourself in the forest, with only the waving boughs of the trees overhead for company.

The idea of the spy keeps you preoccupied for days after. Kingsley hadn’t said when the spy would come, but you doubt he has any more idea of it than you do. However this spy is, they probably want to keep as many details to themselves as possible. You have no doubt that the only reason they’re having you of all people meet the spy is because you’re in the middle of nowhere and don’t know enough about the battle plans of the Order to be worth anything if captured, but it still sparks some iota of pride in your heart.

You’re now hyper aware of every disturbance in the forest, if you weren’t already. Once, a dead branch falls off a tree, and you swear your heart nearly stops from fear. And then, four days after your meeting with Kingsley, someone appears in the forest. It’s not the spy, though. It can’t be. It’s a Death Eater, clearly hunting through the woods, and it’s–

It’s Draco Malfoy. You rise as stealthily as you can from your seat near the edge of camp, wand already in hand, and silently watch him comb through the trees. You’re certain that the spy must already have been found out, that they’ve sent someone as notorious as a Malfoy to kill you and show the Order for good what happens when you try to turn their own against them. Draco turns his head from side to side, constantly scanning the area like a fine hunting dog. His wand is wrapped between long, slender fingers, and you know without knowing that were he to find you now, you would be lucky to receive only the Killing Curse.

His relentless pace slows as he draws closer to the camp. You had renewed your illusion charms only half an hour ago, and you’re certain they’ll hold, but you’re damned if he doesn’t seem like he knows exactly where he’s going. You watch with bated breath as he comes closer, closer, and then, all of a sudden, stops right in front of the boundary to your camp. You can see the sigils and symbols magicked in a circle around you, but he can’t. Surely, he can’t. You’re frozen in place, close enough that he could reach out a hand and grasp your arm if he wanted.

On the exterior of the protective charms, all Draco should be able to see is an impenetrable wall of thickets and brambles, too difficult to traverse and not worth the difficulty of burning away. You’ve been complimented on your spells a few times by now, with several Order members who had attempted to walk to you having to receive significant direction by you to make it inside. Apparently, there’s such a strong wayward charm that it requires substantial mental focus not to turn around immediately, yet there Draco Malfoy remains, mere breaths away, and, damnedly enough, smiling. The points of his lips have crooked up into a slight grin, as if he’s pleased, almost, that he’s about to kill you.

You stay there for what feels like lifetimes. He’s staring dead into your eyes, but somehow you know that he cannot see you. You try to keep your breath calm and quiet, even though you know the heavy enchantments blanketing the camp should hide that for you.

Still, when he finally turns and walks away, you feel as if you have just been pulled from a noose of certain death. You still don’t move, but your shoulders drop slightly, cushioned by a weight of relief. Draco stalks across the clearing, moving further than closer, back and forth. At last, after what must be twenty minutes of thorough searching, Draco stops moving altogether and says,

“You can come out now, you know.”

The terror returns in full force. This is exactly what you’d feared, a Death Eater sent to hunt you down for good. Kingsley wouldn’t admit it, but you’re certain they’ve gotten to some of the other Nodes. Someone must have spilled about you being here, and now Draco has been sent to scourge your brain of every last secret you’ve got.

You remain silent, mentally readying yourself to fight. Draco turns in a slow half circle, back to face you again. “I’m not going to kill you. I appreciate the secrecy, I do, but if I really wanted you dead, I would set the whole damned place alight with Fiendfyre and call it a day. Your spells are good, but surely not good enough to save you from that.”

Confusion starts to radiate through you. After another few moments of silence, Draco heaves a frustrated sigh and starts stalking towards you. “I know you’re here. We’re both wanting the same damn thing, now come out already. I don’t have all day. I felt the strongest push from around here,” he says, drawing ever closer to you, “so I must assume you’re lurking just a little bit away.”

He stops moving right in front of you again. His face is irritated, an expression you’ve grown quite familiar with from years of rivalry centered around test scores and essay comments. Now, though? Draco is a Death Eater. He wants you dead. You’re leagues beyond your petty classroom fights. Yet you still see traces of the boy in the face of the man before you, and you cannot help but mourn everything the two of you left behind in a brightly lit classroom one midnight in June without even knowing it.

“Fine,” he says at last. “Don’t come out. You’re the one who needs me more than I need you.” A pause, a beat, a caught breath, and then he whispers out one last word– “Saltwater.”

Your eyes widen. It’s him. It can’t be him. It must be him. Draco Malfoy is your spy. You should really take the time to think this over, but all of a sudden you’re so afraid he’ll leave without giving you the information that you throw caution to the winds and step out from your protective barrier. Draco hasn’t really given you a lot of room between him and the edge of your camp, so when you emerge, seemingly out of nowhere from his perspective, you’re practically a breath away.

Draco is careful to keep his expression slack, but you swear you see a flash of surprise in his eyes. “Y/N,” he says, the slow drawl of confidence gone from his voice.

You just look at him coldly. “If you’re going to kill me, get it over with. I haven’t got all day,” you say, mirroring what he’d called to you in the clearing just moments before.

Draco lets out a sharp exhale that might almost be a laugh, but quickly recovers his haughty countenance from before. “Y/N L/N. I assumed it must be you. We hadn’t killed you yet, so either you had never joined this fight to begin with or you were hiding in your own shadow out here like I suspected.”

You arch a brow. “You think I’m hiding in my own shadow? Seems an awfully good shadow to me if you couldn’t find me without help.”

Draco scoffs. “I knew you were here. Trust me, if I really wanted to kill you, I would have smoked you out.”

“I’m sure you knew,” you say condescendingly. “Is that why you first started talking to that tree over there when you were trying to get me to come out?”

Draco’s jaw tightens imperceptibly. “If this is how you treat all your spies, I’m not surprised the Order doesn’t have so many. It’s not exactly the finest of hospitality.”

“What,” you ask, “You want me to invite you into my camp? Not a chance.”

Draco looks amused. “You still think I’m going to betray you? I haven’t killed you yet, have I?”

“And you still might,” you answer him. “I’m no stranger to the war, Malfoy. I’m not foolish enough to trust you just because you knew one passcode.”

“That’s the first smart thing you’ve said all day,” Draco says, but you swear he looks annoyed nonetheless. “I suppose you’ll want your end of the bargain now, won’t you? Information on the dreaded Dark Lord?”

“I do,” you say, and hold out a hand.

Draco ignores it. “This seems awfully generous of me, doesn’t it? Don’t you wonder what your Order has promised me in return for my willingness to betray my own?”

You can’t pretend that you haven’t wondered this exact thing. Knowing that your spy is Draco doesn’t exactly erase the question, either. What could Draco possibly want that a lifetime elevated as a Malfoy in Voldemort’s army and all the untold treasures of his family’s inheritance couldn’t buy? Still, you’re certain Draco is just fishing for gaps in your armor, and you’re not about to give him one this easily.

You smile at him winningly. “Maybe you’re finally in touch with your conscience and decided to do this free of charge. Maybe you just dream of the day when you can dance in the sunshine and pick wildflowers without having to fight in the Dark Lord’s army.”

Draco doesn’t look amused, even if you are. “Delusion and optimism are two sides of a coin, L/N. Take care not to cross them.”

You roll your eyes and hold out your hand again, more firmly this time. “I’ll take care when you mind your manners, Malfoy. It’s not kind to keep an old friend waiting.”

“Old friends,” Draco says contemplatively. “Is that what we are?”

Still, he reaches into the depths of his cloak and pulls out a scroll, tightly bound shut and hexed with various enchantments, which he dissolves with a touch of his wand before handing it to you.

“We can be whatever you want, Draco,” you tell him obsequiously, “Just as long as you keep bringing me information, that is.”

“For encounters like these,” he muses sarcastically, “Who wouldn’t?”

You flash him a sardonic smile before turning and disappearing back across your enchanted barrier and into the camp once more. You walk a few paces to the side to determine if Draco can still track your movement, but he remains riveted where he was, staring into apparently empty space. Maybe it’s just delusion as he said, but you swear he almost looks impressed.

A moment later, he turns and walks back the way he’d come. Half an hour passes before you hear the telltale crack of Apparition. He must be intentionally coming closer on foot to avoid detection by the other Death Eaters.

You may not like Draco Malfoy, but you can’t deny that you’re impressed by his willingness to help the Order as a spy. He, of all people, would be aware of the risks of his discovery. In fact, he’s likely the one responsible for torturing the would-be spies among the other Death Eaters. If Draco is found out, they will rip him to pieces. His death will be agonizing, and slow, and brutal, because it has to be. If a Malfoy can turn, then anyone can. It’s not exactly the message the Dark Lord wants to spread.

Your attention returns to the scroll in your hand. Draco risks torture and death to bring you this. You’ve taken your own risk by meeting him. This could be nothing more than nonsense, a ploy to trick you into thinking that you’ve got a spy just so Draco can return with a squad of Death Eaters. He knows where you are now. He may not know all the details of the Node, but he can probably guess. You’ve shown him exactly where the barrier is, practically handed him the key, all for the hope that this scroll contains something useful.

Still, even though it may be foolish, you can’t shake the feeling that Draco didn’t betray you after all, that he is on your side. Maybe it was because he seemed almost impressed that he couldn’t crack your spellwork. Or maybe, just maybe, there’s still a part of you that wants to believe in the other half of your greatest academic rival, and pretend that some part of your time in the halls of Hogwarts Castle has not been wholly corrupted by this great war.

It’s impossible, most likely, but you’ve seen worse. This could be better.

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[dracowars]

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."

[wednesdayswife]

Y/N, struggling to keep upright in their 1 inch heels: Yeah, I-I don’t really think heels are for me

Draco, pointing at them and walking flawlessly in sparkly golden 6 inch heels: WEAK.

[lavender-romancer]

Poison

Part Three Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff Reader Cho Chang x Hufflepuff Reader (unrequited) CW: angst

You and Draco had been together for around a year but as you both approached 7th year you could no longer see him the same way as before

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previous part

"What was it?" You asked.

"What was what?" Hermione asked with a confused face.

"The spell? I'd never heard of it before." You tried to sit up in your infirmary bed but your body ached.

"I don't know but Harry's being punished for it." She placed a hand on your leg.

"He's been expelled, that's good." You let out a sigh of relief.

"Well…" Hermione looked down.

"You're joking. He could have killed me!" You exclaimed and Hermione looked up with sad eyes.

"I don't understand either. Even if it was to be used on Draco it's barbaric." She stood up and before walking away said, "I'm sorry, I just feel so awful about it all."

A few minutes later Draco came in and sat by your bed, he looked like he'd been crying and you put a hand on him to try and comfort him but it just made him well up.

"That bastard he could've-"

"I know. But he didn't." You said softly.

"I've been berating Snape for not expelling him but it doesn't seem to have made a difference. What kind of curse was that anyway?" Draco asked and you shrugged.

"Hermione was here earlier and she had no idea, I've never heard of it." You lay your head back on your pillows, "At least all the wounds are fixed. I just ache like shit."

"I don't think I could deal with it if you weren't here," he looked down at the floor and you sat up with a start.

"Pull yourself together, Draco! Every time I need you to be emotional you're cold and distant making yourself the center of attention. But this has happened to me, I don't need your fucking tears I need your stability if you want to help me." You ran your hands through your hair and turned over.

"I…." He trailed off and you heard him walk away with heavy footed steps.

You fell asleep after that and it wasn't until you were discharged the following day from the infirmary that you received an unwelcome guest for the second time that day.

"Oh, not you." You groaned as Potter approached your bed. "I thought the worst thing you could do was curse me but no, you're here now."

"How are you feeling?" He asked timidly, standing by his bed awkwardly not knowing if he could sit in the chair set to it.

"Just perfect," you shot a fake smile in his direction and he nodded.

"I deserve that. I don't even- I'm so sorry and I don't know how to make up for it all." He fidgeted with his hands.

"You can tell me how you knew that curse for a start," you looked up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"It was in a book. An old textbook I found in Slughorn's cupboard." He didn't sound like he was lying but it sounded like bullshit.

"Right. That kind of thing was just lying around then? I don't have time for all of this, Harry." You stood up.

"It wasn't meant for you! I would never want to hurt you." He held your arm gently. "Please. Tell me you know that?"

"After the last few weeks I'm honestly not sure, Potter. Whatever Draco did or has done, why do I deserve the brunt of your verbal abuse? We weren't together but on that day you still treated me like that. Why?" You asked, looking at him with angry eyes.

"Because I hated you for it. For being with him when you knew what he was like to others." He paused. "I see how hypocritical that is now."

"Draco didn't try to kill someone, or at least to my knowledge he never has. I've never claimed he was a good person but, fuck, Potter. That curse could have killed him if it hit him." You sat back down on the bed and put your head in your hands.

"And I'm so incredibly sorry for putting you through all that mental tennis of whether I was going to treat you well or not each day. I was taking things out on you when it's not your fault." He crouched down and took hold of your hands.

"We were close. It crushed me when you started treating me like this especially when Ron and Hermione don't even go near that." Your eyes began to well up.

"We can be close again. If you would like that?" He gave you a small smile.

"I'll need some time to forgive you for all of this." You said softly.

"I'll do all your homework for a month?" He offered with a laugh and you shook your head, smiling.

"So I can get lower grades? No thanks, Potter." You took a deep breath.

"If there is anything, please tell me. What I did to you was fucking awful." Harry gripped your hands and you shook your head.

"I'll mentally reach forgiveness, I always do. I just need time to process all of it myself." Smiling at him weakly.

"Okay, do you need any help getting to your dorm?" He asked standing up.

"I'm aching Harry, not infirm." You raised an eyebrow at him and he laughed.

"I'll leave you to it then," he squeezed your hands once more before walking out.

Over the next few days you stayed out of Draco's usual haunts, not willing to discuss how upset the whole thing had made him and just focus on your work. Maybe it was selfish but you had more going on in your life than the problems of Draco Malfoy. Trying to help him had resulted in you almost dying, and after everything with the dark mark you couldn't see a way that a relationship with him would end well for you. He made bad choices and didn't seem to properly understand the severity of it all. You didn't believe Harry would get that angry over nothing, so what had he done? You were pulled out of your thoughts when you fell back on your arse after bumping into someone.

"Watch where you're-" Snape started to say but realised it was you. "Oh, how is your recovery?"

"A lot worse now I know you're not expelling him." You scowled at him in a new lease of confidence.

"Excuse me?" Snape asked in a deeply offended voice.

"I knew you made special affordations for Draco all the time but for Harry? After you've despised him for so long, he nearly kills me and gets detention?" You paused. "I didn't realise your backbone was conditional," you spat out before walking past him. Snape didn't argue because you were right, but he couldn't expel Harry. It would reveal so much about himself that he wasn't prepared to admit.

Draco had been watching you from a far recently, making sure you were recovering alright but not bothering you at the same time. He couldn't bear to be away from you and whilst he knew it was wrong, he needed to see you. The only class you two had together was potions and he had gradually been getting closer to you with his position in the classroom until he got there early and was standing at your desk to be your partner.

"Hello, Draco." You said in a monotone voice where he couldn't detect any emotion at all.

"How are you?" He asked.

"Healing up nicely, thank you for asking." You gave him a half smile and he swore under his breath.

"Y/n. Come on, don't freeze me out." He begged in a quiet voice.

"After all the months you froze me out I think you deserve it." You started setting up the experimentation equipment for the amortentia potion you were making today. "Did you sit next to me for today's experiment?"

"It wasn't deliberate but I thought after a few weeks you might want to talk," he suggested but you knew Draco better than that, knowing what your potion smelled like and knowing it would smell like him gave him some kind of mental power over you.

"Yeah, that's believable," you said to yourself before crossing your arms and going silent till the experiment began.

"What does yours smell like then, Malfoy?" Goyle asked with a shit eating grin on his face.

"Fuck off, Goyle," Draco hissed and you rolled your eyes.

"Well what does it smell like?" You whispered and he sighed.

"You know what it smells like," he looked into your eyes with such a desperately sad expression.

"Aren't you going to ask me?" You changed the subject and he nodded, "Well, it's…I'm getting cologne and just a hint of…terrible decision making and maybe a smidge of daddy's boy." You raised your eyebrow at him and he smiled.

"Alright, arsehole." He shook his head and you elbowed him jokingly.

"We're okay aren't we, Draco?" You paused. "At least as much as we can be in the situation."

"I hope so, I never know when to stop or when to shut up. Not really anyways unless I'm in one of my depressive 'freeze out everyone' moods." He ran a hand through his hair.

"Let's go to the room. After this lesson." You smiled slightly and Draco nodded.

As the two of you left together, it wasn't surprising to see people stare at the two of you, regardless of the fact you'd been dating for a while you still made an extremely odd pair. Whilst you disagreed with pre-set personality groups like houses, both of your houses probably interacted the least. Especially when younger kids who didn't know you saw someone in yellow accent robes with a Malfoy, it would seemingly make them double take in the corridor.

"I don't think I ever really get used to people staring," you said quietly to Draco and he smiled.

"I suppose I've always had it, whether it's because of me or my father." He paused, pondering whether to touch your hand with his as you stood still and the staircases moved. "But I suppose I was always worried that was something you would dislike me for."

"It was definitely the worst when we first started dating but only because I wasn't used to it." You looked up at him and got lost in looking at all of his features that all together ruined your innocence when you met him. They were impossible to not get lost in.

"Come on," Draco said softly as you walked up the staircase and down the quiet corridor before standing before where the door usually was and just thinking about the reasons you wanted it along with Draco.

"Sometimes it feels like you're fading, that I'm losing bits of you and it makes me so angry. An anger that goes down to my stomach because I want to absolutely despise you, but I don't. I know I could despise what you become and that's what scares me," you pulled your knees up towards you to comfort you as you both sat on the sofa in the room of requirement.

"The way I feel about myself is like there's things written on my body and my brain but I don't know who has done it. I'm not in control and I don't think I can ever get control back." Draco trailed off, hanging his head in some type of shame.

"I think I could shout as loud as I want and you still wouldn't want to hear me." You looked over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder. "All this… shit, I know you felt pressured but you've chosen your side now."

"Don't you think I know that?" He said sadly and you frowned.

"Feeling sorry for yourself will not help anything. You have to make the hard decisions from now," you paused and took his hands in yours. "Draco. Everything you do from now is your decision, you have to pick a side."

"I don't need a lecture from you that I've given myself a hundred times!" He exclaimed, ripping his hands from you and standing up. Draco walked a few steps away, one hand on his hip the other rubbing his temples.

"Well what do you expect me to say!" You stood up and walked in front of him. "You cannot expect me to go back to just bring your loving girlfriend when I know that you're on the side of the fucking enemy!" Suddenly Draco was holding his arm, hissing at the pain.

"I have to go," he said quietly, looking at you through glassy eyes before walking away.

"Where?" You followed him but he didn't turn around so you pulled him to face you by his shoulder. "Where are you going!"

"To him!" Draco yelled. "Do you really want the truth or admit to yourself that I'm fucking poisonous!"

"What do you mean?" You touched the arm he was holding and he shrunk away from you.

"I have to do this," he wiped his eyes.

"Have to do what?" You asked in a softer tone.

"Whatever is asked of me," he looked down and you moved his hand from his arm, pushed up his sleeve and gasped. His dark mark was jet black and moving like the snake was alive under his skin, it was red around the edges as if it was burning him.

"Oh, Draco." Your eyes began to water as you considered the incredible burden placed on his shoulders with this tattoo that a few years ago, you wouldn't have even given a second thought too.

"I'm so sorry," Draco broke down and collapsed into your arms, sobbing and clutching you with such desperation.

"It's okay, Draco. It's okay." You were lying but no good could come from berating him now.

"It's not okay! I'm evil, I'm a fucking monster and the best thing you can do is get away from me." He tried to pull away from you but you held on tight.

"You won't get rid of me that easily, Malfoy. Whatever we are isn't important right now because I want to help you." You pulled him to stand up straight and looked into his eyes before kissing him on the cheek.

"I am so in love with you, and it feels like it burns deeper than this mark ever could." He put his hands on both of your arms and stood close to you with his head bowed.

"I love you too," you whispered and Draco's eyes opened.

"Even like this?" He asked and you nodded.

"I can't control my emotions, even though I'm angry I can't help but love you." Placing your hand on top of one of his suddenly Draco leaned forward and embraced you in a passionate kiss.

His hands moved up to hold your face and brush the tears from your eyes before he moved one of his hands down to your back and pulled you even closer. The kiss itself was hungry with desire, filled with pain and you both felt if it ever stopped you might never find one another again.

[improbswriting]

Draco Malfoy

♡ That time of the month

♡ Insecure

[blac-ivy]

One thing golden era Wattpad writers had going for them was that they knew the importance of a buildup. I'm of the opinion that the sexual tension is WAY more satisfying to read than the actual sex and quite frankly there is a serious lack of non smutty writing.

Like I really miss reading fics/ x readers that start from scratch. Meeting the characters, initial reactions getting to know them, the tension the jealousy the TENSION the freaking tension.

Looking and looking away when they get spotted, touches that feel like they linger but perhaps they didn't and they're both so hot for each other that they think it's wishful thinking. And I don't mean just sweet sunshine romances, darker works can have a buildup too but it seems like so much is just about getting to the smut instead of the psychological aspect.

Bring back the build up!!!!!!!

[c1nnam00n]

how it feels trying to find a fanfic/imagine about a fandom that’s dead and dry

[lqveharrington]

The Alchemy | D.M.

summary: Although Draco promised that he would keep your relationship a secret just for you, he can’t contain himself after winning the Hogwarts quidditch cup.

pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

includes: FLUFF, established relationship (and a last name of Evergreen for the reader)

a/n: inspired by the olympics recently ❤️

When Draco asked you out in fourth year, you thought it was a joke. Sure, you were both acquainted due to your pure wizardry bloodline, but you were in Hufflepuff. The only time the other houses thought you were useful was when they wanted to sneak into the kitchen. So when he came up and sat down beside you when you were studying potions, you were disheartened.

“Malfoy, please don’t do this.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You were just starting to understand what ingredients made a truth serum.

“Do what? I’m asking you if you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend.” He spun the Malfoy signet ring adorning his hand.

You look up at him with tired eyes, “Did someone put you up to this?”

“What? No no, I—“ He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks warm at how you were able to fluster him with even a small glance. “I’m really asking you to go on a date with me.”

You search his face for any indication of a lie, before biting your lip softly and looking down at your parchment. “Are you really?”

“I am.” Draco dropped his hand onto yours to stop your fidgeting with the quill.

You felt your own face heat up at the notion. He thumbed your palm softly as you stayed quiet, not minding his closeness. Finally, you looked up at him, “You have yourself a date, Malfoy.” He sent you a soft smile but before he could say anything else, you interrupted. “Please don’t let me down.”

Draco never let you down. Despite your earlier doubts, you saw how kind and thoughtful the Malfoy heir was underneath his hardened shell his father had built around him. In private, he was always attentive, loving, clingy — there wasn’t a moment where he was separated from you. In public, he had to rein in those feelings just for you.

Even when you started your seventh year at Hogwarts, you were still terrified what others at school would say about a Hufflepuff dating the Slytherin Prince. Sure, his parents and your parents knew, but not the entirety of Hogwarts. You had asked Draco to keep your relationship private until you were ready to face the reality of your relationship to the rest of the world. He begrudgingly agreed, respecting your wishes; but the need to kiss you in front of the entire student body to rightly claim that you were his was wavering.

Especially when it had been three years since you first started dating. And right now, you were currently hiding below the stands together as you greeted him with good luck kisses for his final quidditch match as a student in Hogwarts.

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. You say softly as he holds you close by your hips — smiling into all your kisses. “Good.” Kiss. “Luck.” Kiss.

“You’re killing me here, love.” Draco murmurs against your lips. He pulls away gently to look at your ever so loving gaze. He draws small hearts on you hip, “You done?”

“Never.” You kiss him again, hands cupping his jaw. “I want you to be stuck with me forever.”

He hums into the kiss as you thumb his cheeks softly, “I will after I win this game, my love.”

You separate again, grinning like a lovesick puppy. “Good luck, Dray. I’ll see you later.” You press one last kiss to his lips before leaving his arms and running up the Hufflepuff stands to cheer. You couldn’t deny that even after all these years he still made you giddy and red.

Draco shook his head with a soft smile only you could coax out of him. He walked out from the stands and hopped on his broom, ready in the air for his final match as Slytherin’s seeker. Cheers filled the stadium as the players took their place, captains shaking hands.

The final match for Slytherin and Gryffindor was probably the most anticipated all year round. Since it was also Harry Potter’s last game as seeker, and the two seekers were known as rivals, it was hyped up to be one of the best end matches of the season.

As the game progressed, Slytherin and Gryffindor were constantly tied. It was really up to the seekers to find the golden snitch to determine the winner. There were bets taking place in the house stands, mind fixated on earning a few galleons for the last time. For the Hufflepuff stands, they were a house divided. Many cheered for scarlet and gold while the other half cheered for green and silver.

You didn’t mind the division between your house. After all, you only watched the games for Draco. Your friends were cheering for the Gryffindors whilst you carried the small Slytherin flag in your hands — eyes trained on the blonde high above the game itself. The second you blinked from the blazing sun, Draco was soaring after the golden snitch, Harry close behind and eventually flying right next to him.

The shouts from the stands only fueled the seekers’ attention to the flying gold. Draco and Harry were chasing in circles after the snitch, attention focused on nothing else even as the bludger zoomed past them.

You held your breath as they both reach out for the snitch. Your friend held your shoulder in anticipation, watching the two closely. Before you could register what happened, she gasped and shook your shoulders in frustration.

“I lost ten galleons to that!” She sighed heavily as Draco flashed the golden snitch in the air.

The rush of the win made you scream happily with the other Hufflepuffs and houses cheering for the Slytherin team. You wear clapping your hands as the team began flying around in victory. You watched as Draco flew around the stands more as the rest of the Slytherin team settled on the grounds. His eyes scanned the stadium until they lit up when they saw you at the very front of the Hufflepuff stands — waving your Slytherin flag with pride.

“Seems like Malfoy is off showing the last snitch he’ll catch for the Slytherin quidditch team! But we all want to know where the trophy is!” The third year announcer spoke, voice casted across the stadium.

You smiled at Draco softly when you finally met his eyes. And before you knew it, he flew right over to you and cupped your face, kissing you senselessly. You grinned into the kiss as you held his cheeks, the shouts and screams from your housemates blending in your ears.

“Aw, quite a beautiful way to celebrate the win. Don’t you think so, McGonagall? Honestly, I wasn’t expecting Malfoy and Evergreen— Ow, sorry.” The third year announcer spoke once more, rubbing the spot the professor lightly hit them with a newspaper.

You part from Draco with a blinding smile, “I think I agree, this is a beautiful way to celebrate.” You say quietly only for him to hear, pressing quick kisses to his lips.

“I’m proud of you, love.” Draco nudges your nose with his to gently stop your kisses for a second — even though he did want more.

“Me? You just won the quidditch cup for your house!” You laugh while wrapping your arms behind his neck, careful in trying not to pull him off his broom.

He rubbed the apples of your cheeks, “You just let me kiss you in front of the entire student body… I think that’s more important.” He pulled you in for another mind searing kiss, making you smile helplessly.

“AGAIN?” The third year announcer shouted into the microphone once more. “Is there—“

“Alright, we’re done announcing, boys and girls.” Professor McGonagall spoke and shut the speakers off; although she was quite happy for the couple.

You giggled as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you.”

Draco pressed kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “I love you more.”

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[lenoraslament]

Slytherin Boys React: Lust potion

You accidentally took a lust potion and you’re desperate for some relief.

Which of your guy friends do you turn to?

Warning: 18 + only, Minors DNI, PIV, oral (female receiving), fingering, drugging (the lust potion), smut with no plot

Please send me requests on my page! My dirty mind is vast but I don’t want to run out of ideas

Mattheo Riddle

You have to wait for him to stop laughing. His giant grin is enough to make you burn with embarrassment if other parts of you weren’t burning enough already. Your writhe and whimper as you sit on his bed.

Mattheo gives you a devilish grin, “I’m flattered” he says in a low voice. When he notices you are actually uncomfortably shifting, he tips up your chin.

“Let me help you out beautiful,” he is still grinning as he shoves you back on the bed pulling down your panties as he holds your hips down. When you feel his tongue on your center, your eyes nearly roll back. He flicks your clit over and over his tongue rolling it until you feel relief and pleasure flood your body.

“Better?”

You nod, tears nearly flooding your eyes because it feels so damn good. His fingers dig into your hips, his mouth ravaging your swollen pussy.

“Thank you,” your words are shaky as the effects of the potion start to calm.

“Hey, what are friends for?” He asks as his tongue traces lazy circles through the slick.

Theodore Nott

“You…I don’t understand,” Theo says, you had pulled him down the hall to tell him. His eyes trail down your body as you explain to your friend that you accidentally took the lust potion.

He doesn’t smile or laugh, he only pushed you into the nearest broom closet. His mouth hovering over yours, “is this what you need?” Theo asks in husky voice.

A whimpered response from you and his lips are crashing down. His fingers push aside your panties as he feels your pussy already dripping with need.

“Mmmm”he hums approval as you stutter and gasp, fluttering your eyelashes as he plunges his fingers inside you. Fingers curling up, brushing against your ache.

“There you go….” He praises you as you clench down, your body thrumming so hard as the potion and his fingers rip multiple orgasms out of your body.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Enzo is the most sympathetic. As you talk, your poor heated body is trembling. He nods softly. Enzo waits for you to stop talking, and starts undressing quickly. You’re shocked and can only watch him with lust as he leans back resting on the headboard of his bed, cock completely hard.

“Use me as you need to” he says happily. You crawl over to him on the bed sheepishly as he gives you an arrogant smirk. His hands pull your thighs as you straddle him, his face quickly burying into your breasts. When you sink down he gives you the biggest grin, his mouth half open with a groan.

You buck eagerly as he kneads your ass, his mouth biting at your sensitive nipples.

“You can use me like this anytime you want,” he says with chuckle and you smack his arm laughing. Your lips crash together and he pushes you on your back so he can continue to ‘help’ you.

Draco Malfoy

Draco is cocky. “You came to the right person darling,” he says with a smirk. His voice is low and soft, “I will give you, just want you need”.

You roll your eyes but he doesn’t mind, he’s already eyeing your writhing hips, nearly swollen breasts.

“Out” he says to his roommate, who protests but he flicks he pushes them out and flicks his wand shutting the door. His hand plunges in the back of your hair, “open your mouth darling” he murmurs. This dominant side of Draco, is something you’ve never seen before in your friend . It turns you on so much you’re nearly moaning in pain as his tongue explores your mouth.

His lips drag across your neck, his face nuzzling your breasts. When he bites your thighs, you’re nearly hysterical .

“Hurry Malfoy please,” you whimper and keen your hips forward. Draco’s tongue dips in as he shoves your panties aside, licking long, heavy stripes. Your hands plunge in his hair and he lets you ride his face. Your legs, useless and spread as you cry out his name. Which is exactly what he wants to hear.

Blaise Zabini

“Stupid,” he laughed, “how the hell did you accidentally take a lust potion” Blaise shakes his head at you.

“Don’t laugh, someone slipped it to me as a prank,” you shudder as your body makes you writhe in your seat. Blaise observes your sweaty, flushed cheeks, the uncomfortable whimpers you let out and he is angry. He wants to know who, so he can kick their ass.

You reach forward and grab his cheek with one hand. “I need your help in another way” you whisper.

“Oh” Blaise says as a slow smile reaches his lips. Minutes later your ass lingers on the porcelain edge of the sink. He hovers you above it, lips nuzzling your neck as he shoves himself inside of your muttering curses.

“Oh fuck Y/N, you’re so wet for me,” his teeth graze a spot on your collarbone and licks it. When he sees your eyes roll back, he moans and feels you clench around him.

“Maybe I should thank whoever pranked you,” he teases.

Tom Riddle

“You poor thing,” Tom says half heartedly as he doesn’t look up from his book, “but Y/N, surely you must know there is no antidote you’ll simply have to wait it out”.

He licks his finger and turns another page. The sight of his tongue making you feral in the middle of the library.

“Riddle” you say in a tight voice, “Tom…” you say in a breathy tone.

His eyes snap up to you as he raises his eyebrow at your pleading eyes.

“I need you to help me” your eyes flick down to his lips and then lower. Tom shuts his book and sighs placing it on the table as he drags you through the rows of towering bookshelves.

Your face nearly smushes against a potions book as he pulls up your skirt. After the sharp zip of his pants you feel him glide against you from behind. A loud moan escaping your lips. He clamps his hand over your mouth as he pushes in. The relief floods you endlessly as he thrusts into you over and over.

“You owe me” he mutters in your ear as he picks up the pace and fucks you into oblivion.

[marypaol]

Fingers Through Your Hair

Draco x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader plays with Draco’s hair while he sleeps.

Warnings: Watching/touching/admiring someone while they sleep? Mention of suspense while reading a book, tenseness during slumber, mention of being trapped, think that’s it. :)

Sorry if it’s too short, I kinda rushed it. Hope you guys enjoy!

Masterlist

Request Requirements

The stack of pages was held in her hands, twinkling eyes scanning the pages as her mind took in the exciting story. Pale fingers was tracing mindless shapes on the skin of her arm, the pace changing every minute or so.

The climax was just on the verge of happening, eyeballs practically skipping over sentences as she died to know what happened next. The face to face encounter of the protagonist and the antagonist was too great, her brain wiring at the information being sprayed at her. Her stomach twisted, eyes danced, and she could feel sweat building on her head. Her eyes widened, the story revealing a secret that she couldn’t bear to face or figure out. Or, that’s what some people would think. She of course hadn’t had any trouble figuring the secrets of the book, digging through the clues that were dropped casually throughout the story and putting them together to make a puzzle picture that was just discovered to most readers. (But not to her of course. She already figured it all out.)

For the reason of her eyes widening was the fact that she got it correct, her assumptions and theories she gathered turned out to be right the whole time.

She found herself lost in the pages that the book had to offer, truly getting sucked in the imaginary world the author created for entertainment.

But wouldn’t it be lovely and truly divine, she thought, setting the book down once she finished it. If the world that was so imaginative and fictional was real?

She sighed at the thought, picturing herself trapped in a tower in a dark abandoned land, looking hopelessly out the window for her lover to arrive and successfully rescue her.

For she knew who would come and serve her right. He would be the only person who would, not that others wouldn’t try only to face him.

But platinum hair was best suited for her, for she wouldn’t have any other interests but he.

Thinking of him now, she just then discovered that his fingers halted their movements not too long before, and her mind couldn’t help but wonder what the purpose was.

She looked over at her love, only to find him in soft gentle slumber, eyelashes tangled together as his pillow lips parted for a quiet breath.

She smiled soft, hand reaching over to cover him more with the blanket he had himself wrapped in, only for it to previously roll down his shoulders.

She then laid down softly next to him, her elbow holding her up as she used the same arm to place it near his head, almost like she was protecting him.

The face of her love was closer to her, so she now noticed the soft crease in his eyebrows, along sided with the visible tenseness on his shoulders. She shook her head softly, for that simply couldn’t do, and so she pointed out her pinky finger and reached for his forehead. Her finger practically brushed his skin, in between his eyebrows, stroking the crease away as she watch a sense of peace come over him, his eyebrows raising in a calming manner.

She smiled then, knowing he was peaceful now because of her doing.

She then lent forward, lips puckering as she pressed a gentle kiss to his forehead, fingers uncontrollably going to his hair strands. His hair was very soft, and how he kept it that she didn’t know, but that was his secret to keep because she simply liked wondering how he did it. Once her fingers reached a soft knot in his strands, most likely from his hands digging into his hair anxiously throughout the day, she was worried if she undid it with her fingers it would wake him up, so she carefully grabbed her wand, wood smooth beneath her finger tips.

She pointed the tip to his hair, whispering soft Charms as she watched the strands undo themselves. She smiled soft, putting her wand away as it was now long forgotten, her mind swarming with thoughts of her lover.

She sighed contently, fingers brushing through his hair slowly.

A intake of breath was heard, forcing her attention to his soft face. It scrunched up for a second, eyes fluttering as his silver eyes opened. He blinked a couple times, moonlight reflecting in his pupils making his orbs sparkle. He felt the touch in his hair, the extra blanket covering him, and his eyes met hers.

His lips curved into a soft smile, left hand reaching for her as it soon rested on her thigh, stroking the skin through the fabric.

“Hey, loves.” His voice was groggy and deep, but she liked it. She replied with a smile, fingers moving in his hair once again.

A sigh escaped his lips, head turning to rest near her chest, chasing for warmth. She kissed his forehead once again, mouth leaning towards his ear. The skin was warm on her lips as she whispered the truth. “I love you.”

She felt his lips stretch into a soft smile against her clothes, so she smiled too. His smile always made her smile, despite if she could see it or not.

“Oh but I love you most.” He mumbled into her shirt, voice muffled but she heard him all too well.

A flush came about her cheeks, traveling to her ears.

“Doubt it.” She replied, despite her red face.

Draco answered with a hum. Either he didn’t hear her, or did and chose to ignore it.

“You smell good loves; new shampoo perhaps?”

“Draco, I’ve been using this shampoo since First Year.”

Draco hummed again, snuggling his face into her neck. She heard him sniff as he smelled her hair again. “Mm? First Year? I should smell your hair more often loves.”

The girl rolled her eyes, stroking the hair on the back of his neck. She kissed it, keeping her mouth pressed there as her nose touched his warm skin.

“Ahh. This feels nice.” Draco murmured. She then felt him smirk into her neck. “What do you say we do this more often?”

[heliads]

About the War (Part Three) - Draco Malfoy

Everyone has a part to play during the Second Wizarding War. Your job is to maintain a network of Portkeys for safe passage of the Order of the Phoenix. Later, you get a new role: handling the new spy among the Death Eaters, Draco Malfoy.

part two / masterlist

Draco finds you outside.

You’re sitting on the only part of the ground that isn’t totally overrun with weeds and stones, leaning with your back against the sturdy trunk of a tree and your head tilted up towards the sky. This part of the country isn’t particularly known for its blue skies, especially not when most of it is crowded out by the long, reaching arms of the forest, but it’s startlingly sunny today and you’re getting the most out of it while you can.

Draco stands with his arms folded judgmentally across his chest. “Dozens of Death Eaters after you, and you sit here twiddling your thumbs out in the open?”

You arch a brow. “You’re the only one around for quite a while. I figured it was safe enough.”

“Nothing is safe enough,” Draco counters. “We’re in the middle of a war. All it takes is one of my soldiers feeling curious and taking a walk through these parts and you’d be dead.”

“Like you said, there are dozens of Death Eaters after me. I’m dead already,” you argue. “It’s only a matter of time until they catch up to me like they did the rest. I might as well enjoy my limited life while I have it, right?”

Darkness momentarily flashes over Draco’s face. “I didn’t give you that warning just so you could make a joke of it.”

“I’m not joking,” you say, pulling yourself up to stand in front of him. “Nothing’s really that funny nowadays, anyway. Not when you know everyone, including yourself is going to die.”

“Is that all you do?” Draco asks. “Tell stupid jokes or become a nihilist?”

You huff an irritated breath. “You’re the double-crossing Malfoy, you tell me.”

You’re half expecting him to leave, but instead he lets out an amused half-laugh. “Touché.”

It startles a genuine smile out of you, which makes Draco smile in turn. He reaches out a hand and presses lightly against your shoulder, turning you slightly this way and that so he can check for injuries. “You don’t look hurt. I take it your work has been manageable since I last saw you?”

You roll your eyes amicably. “I hide in the forest and watch a few Portkeys, Draco. I’m more at risk of boredom than violence.” Before he can chastise you for your poor attitude, you add hastily, “And don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for it. Better to be bored than tortured.”

He isn’t trying to see if you’re bleeding anymore, but Draco’s hand remains on your arm. It’s as if he’s simply forgotten to move away, but you know Draco. He’s not the kind to forget anything.

“All the same,” Draco muses, absentmindedly smoothing down an escaped thread from your sleeve, “I’d hate for you to suffer unnecessarily.”

You laugh openly this time. “I think I’m good without any of your ideas of excitement, Draco.”

His eyebrows raise in mock indignation. “And here I thought you were beginning to trust me, Y/N. I’ve known you for years, and yet you’re still just as hesitant as ever.”

You gasp. “I was never hesitant, Draco, you were up to no good! Half of your ideas were just excuses to get me docked House points.”

A rueful smile tugs at the corner of his lips. “House points. I forgot about those. It’s been a long time since something like that mattered at all.”

“Not that long,” you contradict. “Barely more than a year, and those points mattered more to you than anything else. We haven’t lost that much time, Draco. Hardly anything at all.”

Draco opens his mouth to say something– to argue with you, maybe, to claim the victory of getting the upper hand, or maybe just to say something quiet and nostalgic like you want to– but he’s cut off by a loud crack that seems to come from just a few minutes’ walk away.

Instantly, he’s on high alert. The hand on your arm flinches involuntarily, the fingers locking around you like the death grip of bone.

“Were you expecting anyone?” Draco whispers harshly.

You shake your head. “They would have come through the camp, never outside Apparition. No one can find it from past the magical barrier.”

The two of you lock eyes, both realizing at once what this means. “It’s one of mine, then,” Draco says coldly.

Instantly, he’s pulling you over to your camp. “You have to get to safety, now. Hide in there and don’t come out for a month or two. Not even for me. You can’t risk them knowing.”

For some stupid, risky reason, you refuse to cross. “What about you? They’ll know you’re not supposed to be here and get suspicious.”

“I’m in less danger than you,” Draco hisses. “They can’t afford to question me.”

It’s one of the only hints he’s given you as to his extraordinary position within the Death Eaters, but right now, you’re not even sure that will save him. “You can’t afford to give them a reason to doubt you, Draco. You have to run, too.”

“It’s too late for running,” Draco mutters. “They’ll be on us in moments. That’s why you have to go, now.”

He tries to shove you across the magical barrier, but he still can’t determine precisely where the boundary of your camp is, and you remain firmly with him.

You shake your head. “I’m not risking you. They’ll tear you to pieces, Draco.”

“They’ll tear you to pieces,” Draco spits. “Me, they’ll keep intact and string up in the streets. I can lie to them. You can’t. Get back to your camp. I’ll distract him.”

“And if that doesn’t work?” You ask.

Draco’s face is blank. “I’ll kill him.”

He’d kill one of his own to keep your secret. To keep his own, of course, but if he wanted, Draco could sell you out to save his skin. He won’t, though. He’d risk the collapse of his whole lie rather than hint to this Death Eater where you are.

That settles it for you. If Draco is willing to take this gamble for you, you’ll take one for him. “If a dead Death Eater is found nearby, it’ll only put you more in jeopardy. I have to do this, Draco.”

Before he can ask what you’re talking about, you tap Draco smartly on the chest with your wand, murmuring a few brisk incantations. Draco’s eyes widen as your camp suddenly bursts into view.

“You’re letting me in?” He asks, words unsure.

“Yes,” you breathe, and pull him inside.

Draco stumbles across the magical barrier, then stands stock-still in place, staring around him. His eyes immediately go towards the odd collection of objects in the center, and you know he’s mentally cataloging them as Portkeys. You immediately turn to your magical barriers, enhancing them in preparation for the Death Eater about to find you, but really, you just need an excuse to calm your racing heart. You have just let a Death Eater into your camp, and a Malfoy, no less. Kingsley would kill you if he knew. The whole of your Order would consider you a traitor.

But when you look back at Draco, who’s staring at you with far more openness and shock than you’ve ever seen, you know that there is one person in this world who doesn’t think of you as a backstabber. In fact, Draco Malfoy, for the first time in more than a year, perhaps for the first time in your entire known lives, is looking at you as if you’re a friend. More than that, even. He looks at you like you’re the only person he can trust, like you’re the only person in the whole damn world who matters at all. He would give you the entirety of the Death Eaters on an heirloom silver platter, and he has, many times over. It’s you and him. Him, and you, and nothing else beyond the border of your spells.

Draco drifts closer to you, peering at the bright glow of your spells. You have to admit, it’s an impressive sight, the hundreds of sigils and enchantments interlocking together into a magical chain, the only one of its kind to resist discovery by the Death Eaters.

“So this is how you did it,” Draco murmurs half to himself. “This is how you hid from us.”

“You seem surprised,” you tease.

“Not at all,” he answers, still not looking quite at you. “It seems perfectly like you.”

You allow yourself a small smile, but it dissipates when a tall figure bursts into the clearing. Draco curses under his breath. “Dolohov.”

Unconsciously, Draco pushes you behind him, still without taking his eyes off of the figure of the advancing Death Eater. You want to tell him that it won’t matter, that your barrier will make it impossible for a Death Eater to even know that the camp is there let alone see who’s inside, but the grim tilt of Draco’s mouth makes you wonder if the Dark wizard stalking through the clearing might pose a threat after all.

Dolohov comes to the center of the clearing and looks around suspiciously, as if he was beyond certain that someone had been there just moments before. He turns in a slow circle, and you watch, fascinated, as his eyes jump over the place where you and Draco stand stock-still in an enchanted circle as if he weren’t even aware he wasn’t looking.

It feels like hours that Dolohov searches for your camp. Draco’s wand is out, gripped tightly between slender fingers. You have no idea what you would do if he were to kill Dolohov now. It would be one thing to slaughter a werewolf, or any other member of the Dark Army of lesser importance to its Lord, but Dolohov is a name you easily recognize, and certainly someone whose absence would be noticeable. Draco murdering Dolohov would start up a chain reaction you’re almost certain would end in the deaths of both of you. The Death Eaters would start looking into this location in earnest. All Death Eaters in that area would be examined. Draco’s location would be questioned. He’s been careful so far, but the truth will come out at some point.

Draco may be a good liar, but most of his fortune rests on the fact that no one would ever suspect him. You cannot help but wonder how long his ruse would last if he were under constant scrutiny. He could be tracked through Apparition, then followed through the clearing to you. Your next meeting with him could be your last, and you wouldn’t even know it until hordes of Death Eaters descended upon you. How long do you think your enchanted barrier would last under constant bombardment? The rest of your brothers and sisters of the Nodes are gone. Who are you to make it longer than any of them? You’re sure they, too, were confident in their spells, up until the moment when they started to break. Ego kills us all.

You’re starting to think that Dolohov will be there forever, refusing to leave until your very bones fade to dust and ash, but eventually he heaves a disgruntled sigh and leaves the clearing.

Only then does Draco dare to speak. “He looked like he knew something. Someone must have tipped him off.”

Your eyes fly to him urgently. “If someone knows about you, you’re dead.”

He shakes his head tightly. “I don’t think so. If they really knew it was me, they would have sent more than just one man. This was just a quick excursion to decide if intel was good or not. Still, I can’t risk leaving too early. I’ll have to stay here for an hour or two to ensure he’s gone for good.”

He juts his chin out slightly, as if daring you to argue with him, but you don’t. “Honestly, I thought you’d have to be here for longer.”

Were it not for the clear lines of worry lacerating his face, Draco might have laughed. “Don’t tell me you’re interested in a campmate, Y/N. I thought you hated me.”

“I thought so too,” you mutter under your breath, then add slightly louder, “If you die, I die. There’s plenty of space in the camp, although I doubt it’s exactly up to the standards of Malfoy Manor.”

This last bit is said somewhat challengingly, practically goading him into a chance to scoff at you and your scruffy surroundings, but instead something almost like disgust flashes across Draco’s face, making his lips thin and his shoulders shift. “That place is overrun with Death Eaters,” he says irritatedly. “It hasn’t been our home in months.”

He looks pained by this, the injustice of having every last place in his life taken over by Dark Wizards. His school, his home, his life, and now even this, a forest in the middle of nowhere, days from the front lines but still somehow host to both sides of the war.

You’d love to ask more about just what is going on in Malfoy Manor, but you can sense it’s not something he’s willing to bring up quite yet, so you shrug and turn away. “Let me know if you need anything, my supplies are stored in the tents. We’ll have to be careful if someone comes through the Portkeys and sees you, but we should get a little warning before that happens.”

“Like last time,” Draco says, somewhat amused.

“Like last time,” you agree.

“You know,” he says thoughtfully, “I still don’t know why you did that. I’m sure they’re dying to know who their spy is. Why not just let them catch a glimpse?”

You don’t answer immediately, preferring to fire back another question. “You know, I don’t know why you’re doing any of this. It must be exhausting, trying to maintain a double life. I’m sure your army would hate to have someone like you turn traitor. Why not just give up and stop giving me information?”

He goes quiet, staring out at the dark, shifting emeralds of the forest surrounding you. “I owed somebody a favor.”

You look at him curiously. “You owe someone a favor big enough to turn the tide of the whole war?”

“Yes,” Draco says, his voice deceptively calm despite the fact that his fingers have started fidgeting absentmindedly with the cuffs of his dark coat. “You.”

You’re taken aback. “Me? When?”

You can’t even remember the last time you talked to Draco before the start of the war. It would have been some time in class, maybe, but your primary memories of that time involve the two of you either silent in a library or fiercely competing over grades right until the bitter end. If there were a few peaceful moments you shared together, they were few and far between, and certainly not something that would have meant enough for him to become a spy for your sake.

Draco sighs contemplatively. “Do you remember one day in sixth year, a week or two before the attack on the Astronomy Tower? You were headed outside, and ran into me in the corridors. I was quite panicked about something. You should have just ignored me, but you pulled me aside and asked what had gotten me so bothered.”

You frown, trying to remember that day. Sixth year had been strange between the two of you. Draco had always been unusually on edge, so any one particular day of him acting abnormally wasn’t actually that abnormal. You’d noticed his change in demeanor because he’d looked stressed and fatigued even on the first day of classes, even on the station at King’s Cross. You remember getting off of the train at Hogwarts station and seeing the golden glow of the lamps cast light on the dark shadows beneath his eyes. He’d been like a ghost the whole of the term, floating from class to class, hardly even able to see you or anyone at all. It felt like he had been consumed with something greater than any of you the whole time, and then the Death Eaters had attacked the castle in the spring and you were too concerned with the people you’d lost to think about Draco’s constant unease.

Draco seems to gather that you’re still confused and keeps going. “I had a problem that I couldn’t solve. You dragged me out into the sun near the Black Lake and made me talk it out with you.”

Something clicks in your mind, and the mental image of the two of you in the early June sunlight swims before your eyes. “Wait, I remember now. You looked a right mess, I had to do something. It felt cruel to leave you like that.”

Draco laughs lightly in spite of himself. “You were never cruel to me, that’s true. Even when we were at our most competitive. You had me sit out there in the waving grass until I calmed down enough to start making sense, and then even when I couldn’t figure out an answer, you did. It was the most peace I had felt in more than a year. You didn’t know it then, but you saved the life of me and my family.”

You’re so swept away in a golden memory of tall grass and faint laughter, the golden sun spilling over the rippling surface of the lake, that you almost miss what Draco says. “Your family? How were they involved? I thought you just told me some theoretical exercise from a professor. I figured it was at most costing you some extra credit.”

Draco’s gaze is almost sympathetic while he waits for you to figure out what he’s saying. “The Vanishing Cabinet I asked you about wasn’t a thought exercise, Y/N, it was the real thing. One half of it was in the hands of the Death Eaters, and the other was here. I spent months trying to fix it, and the deadline was drawing closer. They had guards stationed in my house. I knew the consequences of failure. I couldn’t figure out one last incantation, and then I talked to you.”

A sudden pit of dread yawns open in your stomach. “I helped you fix that cabinet. I brought the Death Eaters into our school.”

Draco nods, and you think you’ll die. “I’m responsible for everything, then,” you choke out. “Dumbledore’s death. The start of the war. All of it.”

You look at Draco, horrified, but he won’t deny it. The shadows on his face seem darker, somehow, the lines more pronounced. “That’s the favor I owe you,” he says at last. “You helped me start the war. I want to help you end it.”

You shake your head, feeling terrified and sick and all-consuming anguish all at once. “Why? This is what you wanted, isn’t it? You helped your family. You became a Death Eater. You benefit if your side wins the war.”

All of a sudden, Draco’s face contorts into a snarl. “My side? The Death Eaters are not on my side. They live in my family’s home. They keep my mother on a leash. If they win, I sentence my family to a lifetime as their puppets and playthings. We will constantly be under their thumb. My father looks as if he’s aged thirty years since the Dark Lord returned. He’s terrified. They broke him just by making him one of their own. If we live this way for much longer, we die.”

Draco breaks off, trying unsuccessfully to calm himself down. “If I do not end this war, I will see my house and history fall into ruin. Yes, we will never be the same if the Order of the Phoenix wins. You’ll take our wealth, most likely, and blame us for the war. All of that is fine. But you will not torture us for sport, and you will not butcher witches and wizards within the walls of my childhood home. It’s all I can ask for.”

You stare at him uncomprehendingly. “Why me, then? Why pick me as your partner in all this?”

For you’re certain he did that on purpose. No, when he negotiated how he would feed information to the Order, he would have bartered to select his point of contact, and Draco chose you as the one person to keep his secret. It can’t just be because you helped him fix the Vanishing Cabinet without knowing it, it can’t be.

Draco looks at you, and a tinge of softness dulls the edge of his pained gaze. “That day by the lake,” he says softly. “You said I spent too much time in my head thinking about all the things that could go wrong. You told me to focus on the good things instead. My friends. Simpler days at Hogwarts. A better future after we graduate. You talked about what you loved, and you mentioned the saltwater lakes you could see far off in the distance from your dormitory window. You said we could go sometime if we wanted, after graduation when we didn’t have to compete anymore. You were trying to give me reasons to look forward instead of inward, I think, and it worked. You were the only damn person who thought of me as more than a weapon or a tool. It stunned me, I can’t deny it. That, and the fact that I knew your spells would be strong enough to hold out even when the entirety of the Dark Lord’s army was searching for you.”

Your heart feels as if it’s beating so loud they can hear you beyond the enchanted barrier. “The lakes. Saltwater lakes. The passcode. You set it up like this on purpose.”

Draco nods. His eyes seem to search you for clues as to what you’re thinking, for any sign that you might not have abandoned him even despite the revelation of how he’d tricked you with the Vanishing Cabinet problem. “I wanted to see if you remembered. If– if there was still a chance. For after the war, maybe. For a better future. I wanted to see if you still believed in it like you did before this all started.”

You have to think about it. You’ve seen and heard of horrors far beyond your worst nightmares. The day by the lake feels like a distant memory, practically a different person, but in all this time, you’re still fighting for a reason, a dream that may yet come true.

“Yes,” you say at last. “I still believe in it. Maybe I’ll die before that day comes, but I think someone will get it. Someone will see the war end, and talk with the people they care about without fear of being captured, and it may not be me but that won’t matter. What matters is that all of this will be over, and we can move on.”

Draco snorts disbelievingly. “You think any of us can move on?”

“Yes,” you repeat decisively. “You won’t think it could happen, but it will. It’ll come up on you, faster than you think. All of a sudden, months will have gone by, and you won’t look over your shoulder as much, and you’ll stop second guessing if someone has poisoned your tea. You’ll breathe without holding it. You’ll run without needing it. That’s how we’ll know we made it out.”

“We,” Draco notes. “You’re including me in your absurd fantasy for the future?”

“I am,” you agree. “If anything, just so you can realize that it’s not absurd at all. Are you going to let that happen?”

Draco’s breath hitches a little, and he stares at you. You can see him think, wondering what cards he’s going to show you, if there’s any point in hiding them at all. At last, he says softly, “I think I will.”

The sun is shining brightly today. It reminds you of how it had shone on the day you met Draco by the lake, with one distinct difference:  he hadn’t kissed you then, and now he does. It feels like a victory, this kiss. In the middle of a long and terrible war, there’s still a place for former rivals to risk their lives and fall in love.

It’s going to be a long time until the war ends, maybe. It won’t be a quiet end for you, of that you’re certain. But maybe Draco can give you enough information to get better leverage on Kingsley, and maybe you can use that to both maintain your Node and get better protection. Maybe you’ll get out some time, too, breathe a little fresh air that isn’t purely cloistered in this stretch of the woods.

Maybe you’ll get called out to fight. You’ll come back with wounds that make Draco look like he’s going to burn the whole world to dust and cinders. You’ll heal enough to fight again, and repeat the cycle. One terrible night, you’ll go back to the castle like when you were a child, but you’ll see friends dying instead of laughing, fighting instead of learning. You’ll lose more than you thought was possible, but you’ll gain more than you ever thought you could too, because when the sun rises on Hogwarts Castle, the Order of the Phoenix is victorious. Draco is at your side.

There’s a slight breeze that triumphant morning, wafting through the endless ash and blood to bring you a scent of something different, something that reminds you of the future you and Draco promised each other.

Saltwater.

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[dracowars]

miracle | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,5k

summary: where draco and y/n save christmas in hogwarts

a/n: a little christmas surprise for you <3 i haven't written for draco in a long time due to no inspiration and wanting to write for other characters, but i admit that i missed him so here we are with a short and sweet christmas story with our favourite boy, hope you enjoy!! ♡

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

The wind howls through the dark castle, gusts of snow whiz past the window, the snowflakes whirling around wildly. The frost climbs up the windows and the candles flicker in the late hour of the evening.

A snowstorm has been raging outside for several hours - something you really don't need right now. Yesterday was the last day of school at Hogwarts before the Christmas break, but this raging snowstorm is ruining all of your plans. The headmaster has forbidden anyone to leave the castle because it is far too dangerous to go out in this weather. But that also means that you are stuck in here. All of you.

Because no one can apparate out of here and the Hogwarts Express, no matter how magical it may be, cannot withstand this weather either.

Of course, Hogwarts offers the opportunity to stay in the castle over the holidays if you do not want to visit your relatives or simply have no one to visit. However, you know that many of your friends have been looking forward to their departure, preparing for weeks.

Even though Hermione is engrossed in one of her books right now, you see from the expression on her face how much it hurts her not to be able to see her parents, at least not in the foreseeable future. Harry and Ron are busy playing a game of Wizard's Chess, their board placed in the middle of the huge Gryffindor table in the Great Hall. Harry would have spent Christmas with the Weasleys this year.

On one of the benches you watch Cho Chang and Hannah Abbott talk to each other, but they do so with sad faces. Over at the Slytherin table, the mood is also gloomy, their quiet murmuring washing over to you. But the worst thing is looking at the faces of the younger students - first to third years - and seeing the frustration and sadness in them.

After Dumbledore had you gather in the Great Hall earlier and informed you of these unfortunate circumstances, hardly anyone left the hall. Many were too shocked, too sad, too surprised or even too overwhelmed to leave.

Which leaves you with a lot of sad, even bored figures who seem to have completely lost the Christmas spirit.

But you weren't chosen as Head Girl at the beginning of the school year for nothing, and that's the reason why you suddenly find yourself at the Slytherin table, with none other than Draco Malfoy in your sights.

At first, he doesn't even notice you. He has his chin resting on his hand and looks up sullenly at the candles floating under the ceiling. Apparently, this situation doesn't even leave his dark heart cold.

"Can I talk to you for a second?", you ask, catching his attention. Draco's grey eyes wander to you, but he doesn't move. He doesn't have to, because his intense gaze already makes you shudder and your heart beat faster.

Yes, you admit it - you had a crush on him for a while. But that was only from fifth to sixth year, because suddenly everyone was swooning over him. Well, your heart apparently hasn't yet understood that this crush is long gone and no longer relevant.

Whoever decided that Draco should be Head Boy in your final year remains a mystery to you. (You know it was Dumbledore. After all, only he can fill that position, but still.)

The others at the table give you looks that you can't quite interpret. But you don't have time to do that anyway because Draco finally stands up from his seat at the table and gently places his hand on your arm. Then, he leads you away from the table to prevent the others from overhearing you.

"What's wrong?", he asks and if you didn't know better, you'd think he sounds almost worried. He doesn't ask what you want in that characteristic snarky tone of his, but what's wrong with you specifically. Suddenly you feel seen and suppress a blush before you sort out your thoughts and turn to the problem at hand.

"We have to do something. I can't bare to look at another sad face. The younger students in particular are desperate to go home", you explain to him, holding his gaze while he looks at you with peaked interest. "So I thought we might as well try to make the best of it?"

It's more so a question than a statement, but something inside of Draco's eyes lights up at your words.

"What do you have in mind?", he asks in a lowered voice and bends forward so that his face is now much closer to yours. His pale skin shines in the candlelight, his eyes standing out even more because of the black and green uniform.

To your surprise, Draco actually likes all your ideas, he is almost enthusiastic about them. While you tell him about them, he folds his arms in front of his chest and looks at you intently with a slight grin playing around his lips. Only when you ask him for his opinion does he seem to come back to reality and straighten up.

"I'm in", he winks at you with a genuine smile and immediately gets to work. Within a few minutes, the Great Hall is even more festive than before. With the help of the other Slytherins, Draco lets snow fall from the ceiling.

The Gryffindors, together with the Ravenclaws, are taking care of further Christmas decorations. They are lighting more fires in the fireplaces all around so that it is cozy and warm in the big hall. The Hufflepuffs, on the other hand, have been given a very important task - together with the house elves, they are carrying numerous baking utensils onto the huge tables.

After a while, some of the teachers have also heard about the celebrations going on in the Great Hall and are gradually joining in. Professor Flitwick is teaching some of the second years a Christmas carol while the choir is already getting into the mood.

With the help of Professor Snape, who looks as grim as ever and thus looks very similar to Ebenezer Scrooge, the Slytherins conjure up a huge ice surface in the entrance to the Great Hall. The students immediately go out onto the magical ice with ice skates that appear out of nowhere and do their laps. The snow piles up in some corners, leading to several snowball fights. Due to the snow being magical, no one gets cold or wet. Laughter echoes through the hall, and you are suddenly met with happy faces everywhere.

"Well done, Head Girl", Draco nudges you with his elbow as he suddenly appears next to you. You didn't even hear him approaching you, too busy watching the students doing pirouettes on the ice rink. The warmth emanating from him by your side makes you feel content.

"Couldn't have done it without the Head Boy", you smile at him, nudging him back playfully.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you just complimented me", Draco laughs and his eyes have that sparkle again. His laugh is something you see so rarely that you are rendered speechless for a few seconds.

"Don't get used to it, Malfoy", you reply once you have rediscovered your voice. Draco looks at you with that intense look again and you have the feeling that only the two of you exist in this very moment. That's why you are glad when you see something out of the corner of your eye, a distraction.

The house elves have been helping the students bake cookies on the huge tables. However, it has obviously gotten out of hand because a first year walks past you, completely covered in white. Not from snow, but from flour.

Startled, you run towards the tables and demand that the children stop, but it is far too loud for them to hear you. And you doubt they would even listen to your words if they did.

Draco, who is standing next to you again, is watching the events in front of you with a grin tucking at the corner of his lips. Whether it is because of the flour fight or the fact that no one is listening to you, you don't know. You look at him for help, but instead of helping you, he picks up one of the finished cookies and holds it in front of your nose.

The sweet, delicious smell fills your nose immediately and calms down your nerves. As soon as you take a bite, the chocolate, which is still a little warm, melts on your tongue.

However, you can't enjoy it much longer as a cloud of flour suddenly breaks over the both of you and completely covers you and Draco in white powder.

With your mouth open, you look at Draco in shock, who stares at you with a similar look. Then you both start laughing loudly at the exact same time. You are white from head to toe, the children around you giggling as well.

"Merry Christmas, Y/N", Draco speaks through your laughter, catching his breath while gently removing flour from the top of your head with his hand.

"Merry Christmas, Draco."

[peachigummi]

is that right? ☏ mattheo riddle.

summary: both your parents had set up an arranged marriage. you both simply tolerated it for the most part, as it really was in the best interest for your respective families. over the year, you started to really develop feelings for each other - especially in wanting to expand the family name.

pairing: mattheo x fem! reader

warnings: jealousy, smut like literal major baby making so there is unprotected p in v and creampie, so breeding!kink, oral sex (giving and receiving), fingering, choking, gagging, slight bondage, almost public but not really?, cock warming... maybe slight daddy/mommy stuff naturally?. i think that's pretty much it fluff at the end. he is rough but talks you through it, praise!kink.

note: this is my first time ever writing smut...omg i almost didnt finish writing this LOL i had to stop midway then I had the post clarity and that shameful feeling HAHAHAH

word count: 7.5k

(slightly not really proofread...again)

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Both your parents had set up an arranged marriage for after you and Mattheo graduated from Hogwarts. You've been married for over a year now, living in a manor that housed both families. There was definitely some tension occurring, recently you’ve both started to further develop feelings. At first you tolerated your union as his family wanted to continue with a strong and pure bloodline, and your family simply wanted protection. 

You were sitting at your vanity, brushing your hair when Mattheo walked out of the bathroom with wet hair and a towel around his waist. He gave you a smug look, heading to the walk-in closet, dropping the towel and slipping on his underwear, his back turned to you. You wouldn’t help but press your thighs together at the sight of him, you quickly return to brush the knots from your hair. 

From the vanity mirror you look at his chiseled back muscles. He still looks as good as the first day you met him. You had the luck on your side for that, at least the partner in your arranged marriage was good looking…yet you craved having a chance to fall in love organically. You could count on a single hand how many times you and Mattheo had been physically intimate. 

Mattheo put on a shirt and grey sweats, shit, before walking out of the closet to approach you. “I’ve heard from your parents that you’ve been talking to another guy at work?” he says calmly but firmly.

You thought about it for a second, “Charlie? Yeah, he’s in training.” After graduating Hogwarts you were able to quickly land a job with the M.O.M. while mattheo stuck with DAD…aka the family…business. I moved on to rub body oil on my legs and arms, not looking at him.

He tried to not pay any attention to you as you moved your hands in tight little circles. Mattheo would love a good massage right about now too, he took a step back and sat on his side of the massive bed, “and what do you talk to him about?”

“I mean,” you scoff at him, “Mattheo, it’s just training protocols. Showing him around the work area, how to do things, where things are at. Not much else to it than that.”

He clenched his jaw, he couldn’t deny that he had an attraction to you, but he always told himself to ignore it, “that’s it?”

“Yes, that’s it.” You stood up from the vanity, clicking closed the boy oil. Setting it down where it belonged, you enjoyed having a tidy space. You sat on your side of the bed.

He looked at the way your hips swayed in your night dress as you walked to your side. You turned your head to look back at him. He looked so tense, “I hope you’re not lying.”

You stayed quiet, of course he wouldn’t trust me. You had never given him a reason not to even before the start of this arrangement, so it annoyed you when he doubted you. That might just be his nature though. You slid into the satin bed sheets, they were nice and cool to the touch, much needed after a long day at work. You turned your bedside lamp off, encasing your both in darkness. Mattheo laid beside you, he usually took to his side, but tonight he was feeling a bit off so he wanted to be close to you. Not making physical contact but enough to where you notice his warm body. 

You kept your eyes open, your back turned away from him, what was he doing? He never slept so close to you. After a long period of silence you spoke up, feeling brave because it was dark. You wouldn’t see his expression and he wouldn’t see yours, “are you jealous, Mattheo?”

He sneered at the question, as if the idea of him being jealous was a crime, “of course not. I’m just concerned that you’re doing something you shouldn’t be.” There was a small hint of jealousy in his voice, he hated to admit it but he didn’t like the idea of you with another man.

“I might have not had a choice, but I don’t plan to step out of this marriage. You have nothing to worry about.” You tried to scoot closer to the edge of the bed, trying to build distance from him, “I wish I could say the same with you…and your assistant.”

His face looked offended, but you couldn't see it, you could hear it in his voice, trying to keep it cool. “My assistant? You’re the only one that is allowed in my office.”

“That’s not what Draco told me.” Mattheo was able to recruit Draco back into the business. Draco was nice to you, he was like a brother figure. Your families were close. They would have arranged a marriage with him instead, but his mother decided against it. She believed in falling in love, and making the choice Draco’s. “He warned me to never let you go on any work trips or work late over time. He doesn’t trust your assistant. Draco told me she wants to take any opportunity to have you alone, where no one can see you two.”

Mattheo gritted his teeth as he listened to you. He didn’t appreciate that Draco was telling you things about him, in fact was pissed. He sat up in bed, turning on his bedside lamp. He looked at you with furious eyes, “Draco has no idea what he’s talking about. My work assistant wouldn’t do such things!” That was a lie and he knew it.

“I trust Draco. Don’t you speak ill of him. Why are you defending her?! YOU’RE the one who should be telling me that you wouldn’t do such things with her!” You couldn’t help your own jealousy come forth, you nearly fell off the bed.

He grabbed your arm to pull you back on the bed. Mattheo spoke with a calm and firm voice, “you have my word that I have never, nor will i ever, do such things with my assistant. No other woman can have me the way you do.” He admitted with a smirk, grabbing your chin and lifting it up so your gaze would be on him only.

You didn’t thank him for catching you, but you were glad he did. You lost your concentration for a split second at his admission. You regained yourself, “fire her then.”

He laughed at your demand, “fire my assistant?” A wicked thought passed through it. He could use this to his advantage to make you feel jealous, test the water on how you felt about him, “Why would I do that? She helps me.”

You crossed your arms, “you have three choices.” You count up with your fingers, “You either fire her. Let me choose an assistant for yourself. Or you hire me to be your new assistant.”

He raised his eyebrow at your offers, but still kept his cool, He didn’t want to show how turned on he was by how demanding you were being at the moment, “you’re giving me an ultimatum…” he smirked slightly, “and you think I’ll just do as you demand?”

“You better mattheo. If you don’t want to take it for purely my sake, do it for your bloodline.” I rolled my eyes. Fighting back the blush, thinking one day I will carry his child. 

He groaned at the mention of the family purity, “is that right?” he said in a frustrated tone, “you know as well as I do that this marriage is a duty to our families.” He sighed. “Very well, i’ll take you up on your offer, be my new assistant.”

Your eyes grew wide. You didn’t actually expect him to take that choice, far as you could tell he enjoyed being away from you even if it was at work. “I’ll call my work in the morning. See? Not so bad that I was training Charlie, he can take my place.” You tried to read his face before laying back down, this time closer to the center of the bed.

He turned off his lamp again, “let it be done. But remember, as my new assistant, I won't go easy on you.” He teased, there was a small smile on his face he couldn’t straighten out.

You reached out to pinch his ear, “don’t let it get to your head. I’m still your equal as your wife. Don’t forget about that.” You turned your back to him once again, closing your eyes.

His smile only got bigger at how fierce you were being, he must have struck a chord. He has never seen you so jealous. “Yes, yes… of course my love.” he mocked in a quiet voice as he inched closer to you, laying by your side. Not making much contact, but enough to tease you. You rolled your eyes, he only ever used pet names to tease you. You wanted them to mean something. You remembered the way he came out of the shower, you thought about his wide shoulders, his collar bones.. You scoot your ass closer to his hips. Two can play at that game.

Mattheo’s breath hitched, “what do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m trying to sleep. Goodnight.”

He was so close to snapping at you, but he didn’t want to take the bait, “night.”

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The next morning you woke up early to call and explain why you were leaving the ministry. You had to come up with a solid unsuspecting excuse. Mattheo’s family would not be too happy with it, being their spy and all, but if it meant my marriage could be successful, so be it. 

You were at the dining room table, it was empty. Everyone in the manor wouldn’t wake up for another half hour or so. Yet there was Mattheo in his black suit, “morning.” He found it amusing you were already ready for the day. He looked you up and down, a wave of lust surged through him. He thought you looked quite lovely, he almost said it outloud but resisted the urge.

“Good morning Mr. Riddle, sir.” You stood up, pulling his seat out. You rolled my eyes, but smiled sweetly at him, “I’m ready for my first day.”

He chuckled softly at how polite you were being, “are you now? And what are you looking forward to most today?”

One of the maids came by to set mattheo’s breakfast down. I smiled at her and waited until she left before continuing, “Sir, I'm looking forward to you firing your current assistant… in front of me.” You batted your lashes at him. Knowing you were going to meet her for the first and last time, you took extra care in how you looked.

“You really want to witness her losing her job, don't you?” He bit the corner of his mouth. 

“She should have watched the way she was acting with you, if she really cared about her job security.” Our blended family began to slowly trickle into the dining room, you laid a hand on Mattheo’s shoulder. you kissed his head. We made the appearance of a blissful marriage around them, not wanting a rift to occur between the families, “I'll meet you at the car in 15, darling.”

He tried his hardest to maintain his facade as you kissed him and left. He again watched you walk away, your perfect figure made his body tingle with desire once more. He excused himself from the table.

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Mattheo turned the car off and unbuckled his seatbelt first to get out so he could open your door, “are you ready, my dear?” he questioned though he knew the answer. He didn’t think there would be any hesitation from you in regards to what was about to happen.

You nodded, straightening out your skirt. You followed him into the building. You felt uneasy to be around so many people who have caused harm and were plotting to do more. At least your family was safe, as long as you were with the Riddles.

Mattheo noticed and held your hand as he led you to his office, “Nothing is going to happen to you.” He offered you a chair in front of his desk before going around to sit at the main chair.

You couldn’t help but smile, you let it drop just as quick too. It’s all just part of the agreement. If something were to happen to you, poof~ there goes the bloodline. 

“Good morning, Mattheo.” A woman with a sickly sweet, sickly high pitched voice said with the entry.

He gave her a brief glimpse, he could already tell he would get a headache. His assistant was wearing a tight fitting top with a ridiculously short skirt, she was pouring him a cup of coffee.

You watched as his eyes followed her, gripping tightly at the chair’s arm. Draco was right, no one in their right mind would think of dressing that skimpy for work, if they were truly just there to get shit done. “It’s Mr. Riddle to you.” You said taking your left hand to your chin, making sure your wedding ring was up and front ready to gawk at.

Mattheo looked at you, he loved the way your demeanor was changing. He could see the jealous and possessive energy oozing off of you. He found it quite intriguing, a part of him wanted to test your limits. He reached out to accept the cup of coffee from his assistant, “is it just like how I like it?” “Yes Mr. Riddle. Just how you like it” she said, leaning over to him, finishing the stir. This made her skirt even tighter and her breasts were there to peep into.

You stared at Mattheo hard, expecting him to say something to the woman. He felt you, he had to admit he also was quite displeased at how his assistant behaved around him, but it was all fun and game.

“Now, what do I have scheduled for today?”

Before the woman could answer you interrupted. “I know one thing you have scheduled, Mattheo.” You tapped your foot. You needed her gone. Now. Draco - you’ll have to thank him at the next dinner party. You should have done something sooner. You can’t believe your husband was letting this slut work around him, dictating what he did by the hour.

Mattheo’s eyebrows slightly rose in surprise, he was a bit caught off guard at your interruption. He was so amused by how impatient you had become.

“Well we do have a meeting to go with the Boyles in an hour, can this wait?” His assistant said puffing her chest out to make it appear larger. You hated that she said we instead of you. That bitch. You got up from your seat, going around the desk to stand behind Mattheo. You snaked both arms over his shoulders and down his chest.

He held back a groan as your soft touch distracted his thoughts for a moment. He loved that you were making it clear he was yours. He snapped out of it when he remembered he was still in the presence of his assistant so he looked back at her, all the mock gone from his voice, “i’ll be quick… You’re fired. You're no longer needed here.”

The blood drained out of the woman’s face, her shoulder’s immediately fell. You gave her a fake condolences look.

“W-wuh why? What did I do? Is this because of the office party last week? It won’t happen again, it was wildly inappropriate.” She composed herself, taking a stab at you with the last portion. You brought your hands to Mattheo’s shoulders and squeezed hard slowly, as to not bring attention to the action.

His eyes darkened, “You knew the rules. My father specifically told you when you started not to try anything with me. But even after making it clear, you still chose to try and make a move on me at my own party.” His voice was deep, hiding the amusement that lay underneath.

Even though you hated the confession, you couldn't help but appreciate Mattheo’s honesty. You lessened the grip on his shoulders, rubbing out the part you dug in your nails as a way of saying thank you.

“I was so drunk Mr. Riddle. I’m terribly sorry. I really need this job. I thought you were needing something else…I thought you weren’t getting pleased right. Mattheo, I'm sorry don’t fire me.” You wanted to scream as she pleaded. You can hear the poison off the back of her tongue. Seriously, that Bitch! With that comment you returned to dig your nails into Mattheo.

“My needs are none of your concern.” Mattheo spat at her, but she was right. He has been craving a certain kind of touch for far too long now. He did enjoy a good begging, no matter who it came from, but he wasn’t going to go against his marriage. 

You felt him hold your left hand, flipping it so that both the back of your hands were facing the woman, he was showing your matching rings, “I am perfectly happy in my marriage.” You couldn’t help but wonder if he meant that, or if it was just for show. I was happy too wasn’t I?

The woman looked at your hands that were pressed together, despite her disappointment, she knew there was nothing she could do so she bit her tongue and nodded in response. You watched her every movement, as she collected herself. She still didn’t bother pulling down her skirt or buttoning up her shirt, it was as if she still wanted Mattheo to see what he would have missed out on. To leave this image with him as a parting gift.

He simply stared at the clock, “you have three minutes to collect your things before security arrives to escort you out of the building. Do not leave anything behind because it will be incinerated. My father will deal with your severance…if he gives you anything. Especially after I tell him why I had to fire you.”

She turned to the door, stole a glance back at Mattheo, and left the room. You stayed put behind Mattheo. You didn’t want him to see your face just yet. You needed to cool down. 

He groaned loudly and leaned back into your touch, rubbing a hand over his face, “I don’t even know why I kept her for so long. She wasn’t even that good at her job” he smirked, still wanting to test you.

“Don’t play stupid, I know I won't. Clearly there was something going on!” You scoffed, “to think you were getting so mad at Draco for warning me!”

He took your hand pulling you over to sit on his lap, “there was absolutely nothing going on. I didn’t ask her for anything outside of work related things. I would have never let her touch me, she thought I was unhappy in our marriage.”

“Why would she think you were unhappy hmm? Why was she assuming, let’s be honest, she assumed correctly that you weren’t getting needs met. How were you acting with her, tell me now.” You couldn’t help but feel like a little girl on his lap, a little girl who was throwing a tantrum for not wanting to share a beloved stuffed animal.

He rested his chin on your shoulder as he spoke into your ear, “it was probably because I was often short tempered with her, but I promise it was mostly due to her not doing her job correctly.” His lips brushed against your neck.

Yeah that kind of sounds like Mattheo, he liked things done a certain way, and he didn’t like when it veered off the track. But then again, even in school he was a massive flirt. So how much was the tension between the two due to his short temper and how much was his charm? 

“She’s not worth even a moment of your thought.” He mumbled against your ear, sending a shiver down to your core. He placed a gentle kiss right under your jaw. His hands ran down your thighs, squeezing ever so lightly.

You let out a faint moan, “Mattheo…” You couldn’t remember exactly the last time you were like this, it was very rare. While in school, you remembered how everyone wanted him. He allowed them to play games with him, he loved to toy with them too. But the girls knew, they ultimately knew they had no chance ending up with him. Our arranged marriage wasn’t a secret. 

He continued to press kisses over your neck, occasionally nipping and sucking gently on your skin, enjoying the way your body responded to his touch. He grabbed one leg and forced you to face him, your knees now on either side of his thighs, straddling him. He then wordlessly cast a spell on the door with his wand, so it wouldn’t be opened. He didn’t even look at the door, he didn’t need to carefully aim. You could feel your core getting embarrassingly wet at the simple gesture. “Mattheo, we shouldn’t..” you panted. 

“Maybe you’re right…” He responded, though he didn’t stop his ministrations. He captured your lips with his, kissing you hungrily as he pressed his body against yours. His hands exploring over your body. 

You let your hands go up the back of his neck, tugging at his dark curls. They were so soft and velvety. Fuck. He felt so good, you could feel him press against yourself. You forgot how big he was, you wanted to just dry hump him to feel satisfied with yourself right now. You couldn’t bring yourself to it, you tried to speak between his hasty sloppy kisses, “Matty…you do have a meeting soon.”

He loosened his grip ever so slightly, “then do your job. and cancel. it.” He said through gritted teeth, planting kisses on your collarbone. Without looking he pulled his phone closer to you. He hoped you would make the right choice.

You nodded shifting in his lap, earning a groan. What a start to my new job. “What’s the extension to Boyle’s assistant?” You grabbed the receiver trying to hold it and keep your breath steady. Mattheo whispered it against your ear lobe. You grew impatient once more as you continued to hear it ring on the other end. C’mon answer.

“Hello, how may I direct your call?”

“Hi um” you looked down at Mattheo’s sweet brown eyes that were following you, pleading with yours, you tried to get him to pause with his lip exploration for a second, “I’m Mr. Riddles’ new assistant - we..I..we..sorry he needs to” damn ..girl I NEED TO! Mattheo muffled his own giggle with his hand. Enjoying how you kept messing up, obviously your mind has started to get clouded.

“Y/N/N?” The woman on the other receiver said, your old nickname from school.

“Oh my god, Daphne? Hey! I didn’t recognize your voice…!”

He watched you with slight amusement.

Daphne started to ramble on about how she started at this job, on any other day you would have totally loved to entertain her and catch up. You got along very well, but you cut her off as she explained, “um Daphne, we should go out for some coffee soon, we can talk then. It’s just that Mattheo needs the meeting with the Boyles rescheduled.”

“Oh..okay..is everything alright? It was an important meeting…”

Not as important as this.

“Everything is fine, is there a different time we can meet? Push it back a couple more hours?” You looked over at his schedule that his previous slut of an assistant left. You both ended up agreeing on a later time, you quickly thanked her and said goodbye. You clicked the receiver down, putting the do not disturb on for good measure too. 

“Where were we?” you shyly said, looking at his eyes that were gleaming with desire and excitement.

“I was thinking we could restart from here..” He readjusted you back on his lap, slipping a hand under your skirt skimming along the line of your panty. 

You missed his touch, his hands could sometimes be so cold to the touch that they felt like they left a burning trail. He pulled back slightly, picking you up by your ass to set you down on the edge of his desk. He used his hands to open your legs wider, ever so gently “Is it okay if I touch you right here?” you were already nodding before he finished, “Use your words with me. Do you want me to touch you here?” He padded his thumb against your core, still over your panties. “Yes Mattheo, please please touch me.” 

“That’s my girl.” He smiled proudly, he could already feel the want and need pouring off of you, and it was driving him equally if not more insane. He pushed your skirt up higher, revealing yourself to him. Ran his hands over your hips massaging them as you had done the night before. They felt so soft and squishy. 

You couldn’t help but throw your head back, leaning on your forearms. You moved your head forward to look at him when he retracted his hands. He had sat back down in his chair, admiring how he had you. You felt like you were under a microscope, to be so exposed. You tried pressing your legs back together.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, “don’t hide. Let me see you.” he pushed your knees back apart to regain his view. He pulled your dominant hand forward, he also leaned forward so you could touch the side of his face, “show me how you please yourself.” He watched with a hungry expression, clearly enjoying how you blushed and got flustered. Mattheo gently rubbed his thumb along your burning cheek softly, then traced it against your bottom lip asking for entry, “there’s no need to be shy with me, my love.” His voice was sweet and soft, “I promise I wont judge you, you are my wife after all.”

You let his thumb go into your mouth. You sucked on it, not once breaking eye contact, “shit y/n, that’s my pretty princess.” with his free hand he slid underneath his own pants and readjusted himself into a comfortable position. He took your dominant hand once more, putting it over your core. “Show me.”

You hesitated again to make a move on yourself, Mattheo pulled his thumb out of your mouth so he could wrap his hand around your neck, “don’t make me say it again.”

Oh my shit. “Sorry” you managed to choke out through his alternating grip intensity. You went over your panties to play yourself. You were so wet. Your hand was shaking with nerves as you rubbed over your entrance, letting your slick arousal coat them before moving them between your folds and finally at your clit. Mattheo was looking down at your movements. The hand that wasn’t around your neck, he helped by holding your panties out of the way, “so pretty, you’re glistening.”

“You..you have this effect on me Matty. This is all for you.”

“Good, you’re mine.” He choked you hard then lessened it once more, “and i'm yours.” He kissed you again before watching you play with yourself. You kept rubbing your clit for him. He let go of your neck, you felt your blood rush back to your brain. Mattheo unbuttoned your top, unclasped your bra and started to play with your breasts. Alternating and teasing each nipple. “So perfect.” He grinned against your nipples, biting it and blowing cool air on it. You yelped and he covered your mouth, “shhh.” He unlatched himself from you and sat down. He rubbed himself through his pants before undoing his belt. His eyes never left your wet core, it was purring for him.

He let out a small sign, laughing. You felt insecure for a split second, “what?”

“Nothing..you’re just doing..it wrong”

“Huh?”

“Here let me help you, princess. I’ll show you how I'd do it.” he moved his chair closer, moving your hand away. He just rubbed the middle and ring finger along your heat, it grant him a moan, “y/n, as much as I love hearing you like this. You’ve gotta stay quiet.”

You bit your lip hard, “I’ll try Mattheo but..”

“None of that, you must do as I say.” he gently inserted one finger inside you, curling it up against your wall. You moaned louder. He whipped his single digit out, “you’re so needy, even with a single finger? Sweet Salazar, what am I going to do with you? You’re hopeless.” He let out a haughty laugh.

“Baby..please.” You watched him stand up, taking his belt off the loops of his pants. You thought he was finally doing to give you what you wanted most, but instead he just wrapped it around your head, tightening it around your mouth, closing it.

“I’m really sorry I have to do this baby girl, but you just wont keep your mouth shut.” He wasn’t a bit sorry, you can tell by how he looked down at the sight of you. He was actually quite pleased. He gave you a kiss on the forehead, it was a sharp contrast to the leather belt wrapped around your mouth. Seeing you like this was beyond his wildest dreams, gagged before him. Mattheo sat back down continuing where he left off, but this time he inserted two of his fingers. He didn’t allow you to adjust to them. The belt indeed muted your cry. It hurt, you didn’t dare use two of your own fingers on yourself, and here he was with hands that were twice the size of yours.

“You’re doing so well for me, princess.” He whispered, inserting his fingers all the way and pulling them out the same. You felt a tear running down your cheek. He began to rhythmically curve them when they were inside you. The pain was quickly subdued with pleasure. You laid back on the desk arching yourself so he could go in deeper, “so now you want more huh?”

Still fingering you, he went back to suck on your nipples. He towered over you, you shook your head, “what is it?” He looked at your concern. You looked at his fully clothed body, wrapping your hand around his tie. You were naked, apart from your skirt, but it was so bunched up at your hips it didn’t matter. You couldn’t  be the only one bare right now, you want to see his body, “how are you still bossy with your mouth shut?” He laughed, pushing your hand away, “news flash, I’m your boss now. You don’t tell me what to do.”

Despite his words, he did take off his tie first, wrapping it around your wrists, goddammit, before taking off his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt only half way. You could look at his chest that was peaking. You felt yourself drool against the belt.

He sat back down and continued to finger you relentlessly. He pulled out and tasted his fingers, “too bad you’re gagged. I would have liked you to taste yourself. At least I have your cunt to myself.” he welcomed himself into you again. He slowly ran his warm tongue up your slit, stopping at your clit. He did this a couple of times. It was so agonizing. Your eyes were bobbing around unable to stay open. With your hands tied you were still able to hold his head down to stop and focus on your clit.

Mattheo would have swatted your hands away, but he needed your touch as well. He wanted to make you feel amazing, he wanted you to forget your name and only respond to “wife”. But god did he also just want to already bury his cock deep inside you to feel some relief. He needed to be patient.

Your breath began to get shallow and unsteady. He groaned against your clit, your pussy was repeatedly clenching around his fingers, indicating you were close. 

His lips curled devilishly, he was thinking about denying your orgasm. He only wanted you to cum on his cock and nothing else. The only reason why he didn’t is because he loved the taste of you too much to stop, “you can do it, doll. Come for me let me taste it.”

You began to shake and grab a fist full of curls as you came. He gradually slowed down, helping you ride out your orgasm. You felt so relaxed.

He looked so full of himself. He pulled his face away from you, his lips were red and swollen from his own work. Mattheo held up his right hand, the one that was fingering you, you could see the wetness on it. 

With his clean hand he pulled down his pants and underwear in one quick motion. Rubbing his cock with his right hand, letting your cum wet it. He used two fingers to beacon you over, before he realized you couldn’t move.  He left your wrists still tied, and pulled you forward onto your feet. “Look me in the eye, princess. Do you promise to be quiet now?” 

You could only nod. That was enough for him, because he had other plans to occupy your mouth. He removed the belt around your mouth. With your still bonded hands you wiped the spit around your mouth, “God, damn.”

He laughed, “I don't remember being called God before, but you can't continue with its use.” 

Before you could reply with something snarky, he pushed you down onto your knees and had the tip of his cock at your lips, “Sorry, I can’t actually trust you to be quiet, so open wide and take it.”

You obeyed. Though you could only take nearly half of it before it started your gag reflex, “i love that sound baby,” he signed, “is it too big for you?” He didn’t really care for an answer, of course it was. It would have just inflated his ego more. 

“C’mon and let me in more.” slobber just kept going down your chin and onto your breasts. He bucked his hips at the sight, “you’re so fucking pretty.” Mattheo gathered your hair into two bunches, using them as handlebars. He was straight throat fucking you at this point. You began to feel faint, and he saw it too, so he pulled his cock all the way out allowing you to breathe. “You’re doing so good.” He kissed you on the lips, using his shirt to help clean your chin.

You were just about to say thank you when he reinserted his cock into your mouth. You pull your head back and he actually allows you. With your bound hands you stroke the portion of his cock that you couldn’t take in, pumping it. Admiring the veins running down it . You wrap your lips around his lip, swirling your tongue around. His precum was like a classified drug to you, it was so delicious. You kept at your pace wanting more to come out, “you’re obsessed” Mattheo pointed out thrilled.

“Talk to me, love” He touched your ear lobe. 

You spoke to him with his cock still in your mouth, so it slurred your speech, “yob ase s’ gob.” 

He chuckled but groaned with the vibrations your voice made, “what was that?”

You stopped sucking, “you taste so good!” you smile at him. This brought him to his knees, literally he kneeled beside you, he removed the tie around your wrists rubbing them for you. Both your eyes are on the same level now.

“You really are beautiful.” He said causing you to blush. “Don’t turn all shy on me now, princess.” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear in a soft gesture. “We’re far from being shy with each other right now.” Mattheo kissed you.

“I just like hearing you say that, my king.”

With a voice filled with affectionate warmth, “when you call me that it makes me want to keep you by my side forever, my precious princess.” He began to kiss you harder, “I want to keep you forever.” He pushed his soft side out of the way and pushed you onto your knees in front of him You arched your back so your ass was in the air, “this is what you fucking teased me with last night.”

You laughed, “yeah I know.”

“So you wanted this bad huh?”

“Yess Matty I want you.” 

He admired the scene in front of him. He kneaded your ass, biting it and making your cry again. “Don’t make me use the belt again.”

“I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet now.” You cupped your own mouth. You saw his jacket on the floor and took it under your head.

“You’re so obedient, it's very good. How haven’t I bred you sooner? I want you pregnant with the next Riddle heir.” He ran a hand slowly over your back, gently but possessively.

“I have actually been thinking the same thing. My body is ready for your seed, im..im ready for it.”

When you agreed with his wish it only made something in him pop, something shifted in Mattheo’s eyes. The hunger and desire growing. 

He spat out at your spread exposed pussy, as if it wasn’t already sopping wet. He just liked the idea of having his bodily fluids in you. He rubbed his full length on the outside of your slit, teasing you, “you think your tiny pussy can take my cock better than your mouth?”

Shit…actually that was an honest question. The few times you tried already, you were only able to take in 3/4th of his length before tearing and asking him to stop. Plus you both haven’t fucked in a long while, “Matty, I’ll try by best…” you sounded a little uneased. 

He pulls on your arm turning you to look behind at him, “We don't have to rush this. But I promise i’ll make it good for you if you let me. You’re my wife and you will be the mother of my children soon enough.” He let go of you, bending over to kiss your shoulder blades, biting them roughly before going to your ear, “I’ll try to take it slow, but I really need you to take all of me in, darling. I need my seed to make it directly into your womb. I don’t want it to possibly drip out. You can do it.”

You moaned at his words of encouragement, you will try your best. He continued to stroke your hair, “listen to me: you’re my everything. And I won't let you get hurt, okay?” He kissed your temple, “if it is too unbearable, just tell me and I'll stop. Nothing is more important to me than your comfort and trust…but I do want you to give me a baby. A couple of them.” He laughed like his usual self, “so please try hard to take me like a good girl.” 

You pulled at his hair harshly, “just fuck me Riddle.” with that he slapped your ass leaving a red welt in the shape of his hand and squeezing it to lengthen the pain, “atta girl”. He finger fucked you a little bit more before realigning the tip of his dick to your hole. 

You closed your eyes, and he began to press into you. It wasn't so bad, actually it already felt amaz - -- okay nevermind. He felt you squeeze around him, and he stopped to reassess the situation, “please princess, let me in.”

“Matty I don’t…I dont think I can” you gripped onto his jacket for dear life.

“You can and you will.” He reached over to rub your clit, it helped relax you and he kept sinking deeper and deeper in you. You bit the jacket. It was a crazy mix of pain and pleasure.

“There we go.” he was satisfied, he was finally balls deep inside you, “see I knew you could do it.” He stayed still trying to let your pussy try to adjust around him, “you’re so fucking tight. Actually, I was having second thoughts, but here we are.” He said proudly kissing your neck from behind.

“You’re so fucking huge Mattheo, you’re too good to me.” 

“I adore you” he whispered, “there’s no one else like you. You’re…you’re the love of my life. Both our parents saw that before we did. They knew we were meant for each other when they arranged our marriage.” He groaned as you squeezed him purposefully this time.

“I love you Mattheo. I do.” You manage, your words felt true to each other. With a tender grip he starts  to move his hips slowly away from you only to slam back in. Watching your face for any sign you wanted him to stop but all he got was a smile and, “I’ll give you as many children as you want.”

Without proper warning he quickened his pace holding you face down to the floor. You closed your eyes tightly, locking your jaw. You inhaled his smell through his jacket. Pain was being replaced with a pleasurable numbness. Your brain was going utterly stupid, “make me pregnant Mattheo. Let me make you into a proper daddy.” 

He chuckled at that, “fucking take my dick then. I’ll make you the most beautiful mommy there is. You're such a good wife and I know you’ll be the best mother to my children.”

Mattheo pressed his hand just under your belly button, he took one of your hands and pressed it there with you, “can you feel my cock, darling? You can feel it through your tummy.”

“Yes I can. I feel so full.” You moan.

His grunt and thrusts began to get sloppy, his balls slapping against your clit. It made you roll your eyes behind your head, “princess, I think…” 

“Me too, let's cum together. Let's mix ourselves more.” You raised your ass higher, tilting it ignoring the back pain you were getting.

“I’m going to fill you up even more,” he whimpered, his voice faltering as if he was about to cry, “don't let anything drip out. Take it all in okay?” You nodded, holding your head up and twisting it so uncomfortably around to the side so you can watch him release himself into you. What a sight for sore eyes. 

His curls were plastered onto his forehead with sweat, his cheeks were flushed. Mattheo’s eyes looked back at your eyes with a longing you haven't seen before, “I love you Y/N. thank you thank you thank you.” He began to repeat, as he shot a large load into you. He was right, you could feel your tummy grow already. You followed shortly after, squeezing and milking his cock out more.

His breath was coming out in ragged gasps as he came down from his climax. His body was trembling, but he held you tightly. His face buried in the crook of your neck, “that was incredible.” He looked at you with adoration and contentment, “you’ve given me everything i’ve ever wanted. Thank you.”

“Thank you for choosing me after all.”

Mattheo was about to pull out, but you didn’t allow him. You pulled at his shirt, making him spoon you on the floor. You wanted to warm his cock, but also use it to continue plugging in his cum inside of you, to be marinated. You told him this too, and he flushed, “hey you said we wouldn’t be getting shy with each other, it’s too late for that.” He laughed making his dick still twitch inside you, you let out a moan. He grinned mischievously. You gave him an uncertain look.

Mattheo looked at the clock “yeah we should probably just move the meeting to a different day.”

“Do I really have to call it in again?”

“Yes yes you do, you’re my new assistant remember?” 

“Yeah and soon to be the mother of your children too.”

He wrapped his arms around you in a loving embrace. “I promise to take care of you and our little ones,” he said with sincerity, “You’ll be the most beautiful, loving mother, and I'll support you every step of the way.”

He tugged on the phone’s cord, pulling it so that it drops on the floor beside the two of you, “go on call again. Move it for next week.” He starts kissing your jaw again, moving his hips and slithering his hand back to your clit, “I hope you didn’t think we were finished, I think I can give you more of my cum to hold.”

“Mattheo…” 

[lavender-romancer]

Poison

Part Two Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff Reader Cho Chang x Hufflepuff Reader (unrequited) CW: angst, drug use, blood

You and Draco had been together for around a year but as you both approached 7th year you could no longer see him the same way as before

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previous part

As you walked towards the seventh floor you couldn't help but let your mind wander. What was Draco hiding? It frustrated you even more that it was likely he didn't think it was wrong to hide something from you. A place to think, away from everyone was what you needed. The room had shown itself to you a number of times when you were struggling so you couldn't think of a reason it wouldn't work now- you needed this room more than ever. The deep contemplation you were experiencing about the future of your relationship was giving you a headache and you did not want it.

As you entered the room you were quiet but you could hear something, it sounded like muffled crying but you hadn't expected anyone else to be using this room. Unless… no. He couldn't be here, for Merlin's sake.

"Draco?" You called out softly and you heard the screech of chair legs on the floor and footsteps coming towards you.

"Oh, Y/n," Draco said sadly.

"You could have sounded a bit happier to see me?" You sighed and he hung his head.

"There's just a lot on my mind right now so I'm not really thinking." There was a gap between the two of you that at present, neither of you were ready to bridge.

"Why did you come here?" You asked.

"It always made me feel so safe before, when I was with you. Very peaceful," Draco lied and you nodded.

"Me too," you paused. "Well, we can still coexist quietly without ripping each other's heads off." You decided with a slight smile before walking past Draco going further into the room.

Finding a tarp covered sofa you pulled it off, coughing at the amount of dust that came off. It was comfy enough and you could sit with Draco without feeling the need to be close or at the same time far away.

"Why are you being kind to me?" Draco asked as he timidly approached you.

"Because we're both human, we deserve peace as much as each other." You took your robe off and put it over your trouser covered legs before crossing them on the sofa.

"You're such a softie," Draco teased as he sat at the other end of the sofa.

"Yeah well you're a sarcastic twat." You shot back with an arched eyebrow.

"The Hufflepuff is swearing now?" He feigned surprise and you hit his arm.

"You're acting like you didn't teach me half the swear words I know." You shot back and he smiled.

"You've got me there, can't argue with that but, it seems I did a good job." He shrugged and you shook your head with a smile.

"What's going on, Draco?" You asked after a few moments of silence.

"What do you mean?" He asked and you sighed.

"Don't worry, I don't know why I asked. It's none of my business now." You pushed your hair behind your ears

"There's things I can't tell you. Even though I want to. It would put you in a position you don't want to be in," he looked gravely seriously but you just rolled your eyes.

"For god sake Malfoy, why are you going all dark and mysterious now? After all the years of honesty you decide now is the right time?" You laughed.

"I'm serious, y/n," Draco took a hold of your hand. "I'm terrified. I can't involve you in this."

"What are you talking about? How would telling me something involve me in it? I have no intention of meddling with your precious secrets but you clearly need to tell someone." You pulled your hand away from his and leant back on the sofa.

"I know…I do. I want to tell you but you'll hate me," Draco hung his head.

"Hmm, maybe I don't want to know," you paused. "Can you show me, instead?" Draco laughed and put his head in his hands.

"Funny you should say that." He looked at you through his fingers and you raised an eyebrow before realising what he meant.

"What the fuck?" You said quietly, in genuine disbelief "You don't mean-"

"Yep, it's that bad," Draco groaned.

"What the fucking shit fuck!" You exclaimed with your eyes wide in shock.

"I became of age to be some use," he paused. "But you now see why I couldn't tell you."

"Why would you do this? I know your family are fucking psychotic but Christ, Malfoy. This is irreversible." You began biting on your fingernails.

"It's why I've been so depressed and so distant because I didn't want to involve you but it seems-"

"Don't you try and turn this into me trying to weasel it out of you! I thought it would be something normal, some stupid teenage angst. But this is just…" you trailed off and put your head in your hands "Show me."

"I don't think you want-"

"I need to see it, to know it's true." You sounded like you were begging but, when he pushed up his sleeve you wished you could cut his arm off.

"I'm not proud of it." He said quietly.

"This is so much worse than I ever could have foreseen," you took a hold of his arm and went to touch it but he stopped you.

"Don't. Please," Draco looked you in the eyes.

"Its so dark, Draco. Is he really that strong?" You asked timidly and Draco nodded. "Oh fuck me, how am I going to get you out of this one."

"Do you hate me?" He asked.

"That's a stupid question, don't put me on the spot because you're in the fucking hotseat now." You let go of his arm and stood up, pacing around, not knowing how to react.

"What do you want to know?" He asked, surprisingly calm.

"When?"

"A month before term started," he looked up at you.

"Where?"

"Borgin and Burkes in Knockturn Alley." Draco looked even more guilty.

"The antiques place!" You exclaimed "Okay, okay, with whom?"

"My mother, Greyback and…" he trailed off.

"And who?"

"Bellatrix Lestrange," he said slowly with an awkward look on his face and you just about exploded.

"You were in a room with her and just went about your business! Draco, for fuck sake I mean jesus!" You hadn't noticed Draco smiling looking at you "Is something funny about this situation?"

"Not at all, but your pacing is so cute," he smirked and you groaned.

"Bellatrix Le-fucking-strange," you said under your breath.

"I mean she is my aunt. Bit of a family reunion of sorts." He had to hold in a laugh at your furious expression.

"This is bad Draco, very very bad…what are you going to do?" You asked.

"I haven't got a choice other than to do as I'm told," he suddenly straightened up and you rolled your eyes.

"Like the dutiful Malfoy you are, I get it. This is ridiculous, they've employed someone who's basically a child. You-you aren't responsible enough to get dressed in the morning let alone this." You sat down with a huff next to him.

"It's funny really, isn't it." He said without a hint of humour, you could only link your arm in his and lean on his shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Draco." You whispered and he lay his head on top of yours.

You left after that, not sure what to do with the information you now had. You knew the responsible thing to do was to tell someone, anyone. But…he trusted you and that meant a lot to you as well. You couldn't help but be compassionate for the stress he was dealing with even if your relationship was on the rocks he deserved a friend.

"So what happened?" Cho asked as you smoked a joint in the astronomy tower after hours.

"We just talked for a bit, we both used to like the room to de-stress so I suppose we both felt comfortable," you closed your eyes and leant against the stone wall. "I just don't know how to deal with it all."

"You deal with it by moving on, not allowing yourself to be consumed by someone who doesn't care about you." She passed the joint over and you took a few tokes before replying.

"I know, but isn't it more healthy to allow me to understand my feelings? Not rebound or make a stupid decision." You asked.

"I'm not sure, honestly. There's a party coming up, you could see how you feel when you're there? Especially with a few drinks in your system you never know what will happen." Cho blushed but you didn't notice.

"I mean I usually get very horny after a joint so, if I smoke beforehand maybe I'll be in the mood for a rebound," you laughed and shook your head. "I don't even know who I find cute anymore. I've been so focussed on Draco I haven't thought about anyone else. I mean I used to have a thing for Granger but I'm not sure anymore."

"You think Hermione swings that way?" Cho asked with a smirk and you shook your head.

"I mean absolutely not but that doesn't mean she's not one of those straight girls who kisses women. Especially if I'm getting most of the enjoyment that might be more socially ethical." You narrowed your eyes.

"I'm sure the queer Gods will forgive you for doing what thousands of us have done before," Cho joked and you smiled.

"Well, at least I always know that having a joint and you will make me laugh." You nudged Cho's shoe with yours and she smiled. Then the two of you heard the door opening at the foot of the tower and looked at eachother with fear in your eyes.

You quickly used the aguamenti charm on yourselves to wash out your eyes and hopefully stop your pupils from being so large. Your only other option was the scourgify charm to clean anywhere the smoke would have got to get rid of the smell before apparating back to your dorms.

You laughed to yourself because it was the third time this had happened, you used evanesco on the rest of the joint and then sighed before falling back on your bed.

When you woke up you were already late, smoking always made you turn nocturnal the next day. Hurriedly you got out of bed and tripped over your own shoes, totally unaware of your own surroundings you turned onto your back and groaned. You changed into some black trousers, a gray jumper and your robes before heading down to breakfast. It was common for you to sit outside of your house for meals where it wasn't required and as you searched for Draco, your eyes landed on the Golden trio instead.

"How are you three?" You asked with a smile.

"I'd be better if we didn't have potions later, Slughorn goes on like no other," Hermione laughed and you nodded.

"I can't imagine, sometimes it makes me happy that I do herbology. At least Professor Sprout attempts humour." You looked at Harry and he could barely look your way, Hermione kicked him under the table.

"Yeah, I remember her being alright," Harry offered as a reply and you rolled your eyes.

"You're not still angry at me are you?" You asked.

"For what? I can't imagine there's anything you've done.". Harry said sarcastically as he suddenly looked up at you.

"Oh come on Harry, let it go." Ron tried to reason.

"You know what you've done and you know how I feel about it all," Harry returned and you shook your head.

"Well, apparently you'll be happy to hear that it's probably all ended now, so thank you very much." You rubbed your temples and Harry scoffed.

"At this point you deserve each other." Harry looked up and his expression changed to anger, you looked in his eyeline and it was Draco looking absolutely terrified. He caught your eyeline and seemed to be begging for you to come with him but Harry got up first.

"Harry, leave it!" You called after him as he stood up and walked after Draco "I'm sorry, I have to go." You said to Ron and Hermione before running after the two.

You could hear water running in the boys bathroom, coupled with bangs and the sounds of spells.

"Draco?" You called standing outside.

"Get out of here, Y/n!" Draco pleaded before using bombarda.

You cautiously walked into the bathroom, wand raised as what sounded like a one on one battle ensued. Walking into one of the stalls you listened for Draco's voice until it was right outside. You opened the door intending to pull him inside but you slipped and fell in front of him just as Harry unleashed a spell you had never heard before and your body suddenly felt like it was dying.

Draco could only watch in horror as the blood seeped out of your body from a spell he had never heard of.

"I never meant to-" Harry started to say.

"Oh but you meant to use it on me!" Draco yelled back "Where the fuck did you learn something like that?"

As Snape came into the room your eyes began to close and all you could see was Draco, crying and trying to shake you to stay awake.

next part

[kryptonitejelly]

draco malfoy x reader (female)

the one where Blaise notices the Malfoy signet ring on your finger.

send draco requests.

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The air smells like a combination of Draco and yourself, but mostly Draco - notes of citrus overlaid with the scent of tea and smoky wood. His sheets are cool against the surface of your skin, a sensation which lends a sharp contrast to the warmth of his bare chest against your cheek. You can feel one of his hands tracing patterns onto the skin of your back, as he other hand fiddles absently with your fingers which you have splayed out across his chest, a lazy post-coital haze surrounding you both.

“Who knew the Draco Malfoy would be one for cuddling,” you say teasingly your fingers tugging lightly on the long slender digits which are still tangled with yours. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here, your naked form flush against Draco’s in the same bed in which he had you legs hooked over his shoulder, his name a litany on your lips just mere moments ago.

“I’m not,” he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, as he manages to squeeze your fingers in his, a subtle battle for dominance among you both.

“Alright then,” you say both suddenly and with a calculated carelessness as you push your hands, fingers still tangled in his against his chest as you make a move to sit up. The covers slip easily down your skin with no clothes to act as friction. It exposes you, your nipples hardening upon contact with the cool air. You’e barely managed to get up when you feel the arm wrapped around you shift, fingers pressing more firmly into your hip to pull you back down.

“Where do you think you’re going,” Draco questions. He keeps his tone indifferent but the arm which has tightened around your body tells a different story.

“I’m sure Theo likes to cuddle,” you express matter of factly, keeping your expression innocent and it earns you an icy gaze from the blonde, cool grey boring in you. Draco observes you for almost a full minute before speaking.

“I’m sure he does not,” is what he finally says as a retort, his tone more disgruntled this time.

You open your mouth to disagree only to feel your back pressed flat into the mattress, Draco’s body now covering yours, his movements swift. You see the glint in his eyes as he lowers his head towards yours.

“Draco,” you breathe his name out. He doesn’t respond but presses his lips to yours. His hands find yours, fingers tangling together, pinning your hands above your head. You kiss him back, teeth nipping his lip lightly which earns your a low growl from the back of his throat. You can feel Draco hardening, his length pressed against your stomach. Your almost miss it with the competing sensations overtaking your body - lips, hands, skin, but your brain manages to register the feeling of Draco slipping cool metal from the signet ring on his last finger onto your index.

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“Well, well, well - look who decided to join us,” Blaise calls out too cheerily, taking in the sight of you and Draco walking into the small sitting room in what had come to be Draco’s side of the Malfoy manor.

“It is surprising that I’m joining you in the sitting room of the Malfoy manor,” comes Draco’s reply which earns a good natured chortle from Theo and an eye roll from Pansy.

“Well, you can’t blame us for thinking that you two would be,” Blaise pauses for dramatic effect, “…otherwise occupied.” His unsaid words clear.

As with the rest, you and Draco had been childhood friends. However, years of tension that neither of you had acted upon had only cumulated more recently, and with Pansy’s blessing, into this, whatever it was. You both hadn’t yet spoken about it, the touching, sleepovers, sex, and there had been no outward proclamations to the world at large that either of you was anything other than single, and yet - it was no secret among anyone who knew either of you that you were both very unavailable.

“You mean book club?” You managed to keep a straight face as you question Blaise too innocently. It earns you a smirk from Draco and an amused chuckle from Pansy, your joke clear as you stop by the table facing the floor to ceiling windows which they are sitting by.

You reach across the table for a handful of blueberries from a bowl beside Theo’s elbow when you feel Blaise grab your wrist lightly, his fingers curling around, as he holds your wrist up in triumph, brandishing it around. You place your free hand flat down on the surface of the table, stabilising yourself as you lean forward into Blaise’s pull.

“I didn’t know book club members were all given the Malfoy signet ring,” he grins wildly at the discovery. The group’s gaze flickers to Draco’s hand, noticing the lack of the ring, usually a mainstay, on his the last finger of his left hand.

“If I join book club could I get one too?” Theo quips cheekily as you feel your cheeks start to heat both at your current plight as well as with recollection of what had been a subtle act of possessive on Draco’s part earlier.

“Zabini,” Draco says, tone still even as he reaches over, his hand curling around your forearm, tugging you out of Blaise’s grip, while ignoring Theo, “if she’s wearing the Malfoy signet ring don’t you think you should think twice before manhandling her?”

“Is she yours Draco,” Pansy adds to the chaos, an equally wide smirk on her face as Blaise lets your wrist slip out from his hold with ease while throwing you a wink.

“If you thought otherwise then you lot must be more dim than I thought ,” is all Draco says as he sits down. He lets you drop onto the chair beside him before reaching over to pull the piece of furniture and you closer to his side, the drag of it on the floor audible.

It earns him a whoop from Blaise, two hands thrown up in the air from Theo as he yells “finally”, and a laugh from Pansy who blows a kiss at you.

Draco slides his arm across the back of the chair, before looking at you brows lifted slightly, but his question is clear, you’ve never spoke about this and Draco wants to know - are you okay with this?

“I am,” you say as you lean forward to press your lips briefly against his. It only causes a louder ruckus at the table.