#Draco x Myrtle

[indigo-scarf]

prompt "shiver" + best ship 👻🐍

[saintsenara]

rare pair tag game

thanks for the tag, @said-snape-softly :)

i'm pretty sure everyone has done this by now, but if you'd like to, please consider this a blanket tag.

apart from all the tomarry and the odd dabble in remadora, i am a rare-pair enthusiast, so i am delighted to spread some propaganda here... the criterion i've used for a rare-pair is less than 2500 works on ao3.

pairs, little metas, fic recommendations, and some suggestions for authors to follow under the cut.

sirius black/severus snape

why i ship it:

this one can just about claim to be a rare-pair.

sirius and severus are narrative mirrors, whose complicated relationship to themselves and to each other is crucial for driving several of the most important arcs in the series.

in particular, sirius - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the man he loved [you can decide if his love for james is platonic or not, but i definitely think the text thinks it isn't...], trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's on the run - leads harry through his journey in hero-worshipping, then being disappointed in, then forgiving james. and then promptly dies.

this is one of harry's most significant areas of personal growth - it begins to chip away at his rather black-and-white morality, which is finally destroyed by his ability to confront the complexity of dumbledore in deathly hallows - but it is also key narratively: harry coming to understand james starts to hint to the reader that it is lily - otherwise absent from her son's conception of himself - who is the key to the mystery...

which brings us to severus - constantly haunted by guilt and grief over his role in the death of the woman he loved, trapped in his childhood home, unable to have his real loyalties acknowledged before his death by the fact he's a spy - who gives harry, and us, the final piece of the puzzle. and then promptly dies.

put them together, though? well, you get the delicious tension of two fundamentally broken people - who cannot comprehend the possibility of their own redemption - bound to each other. can they forgive each other and themselves? is it a disaster? the story can go either way.

and even in fluff there is so much potential for d r a m a between sirius' recklessness and severus' cunning, sirius' emotional control and severus' temper, the fact that sirius is canonically hot and severus is canonically not, how they react to harry and draco [i don't usually accept the fanon that severus is his godfather, except when it means snack can be fighting about it], and so on.

and i'm a sucker for two bitter old men getting a happy ending. sue me.

want to give it a read?

if you trust nothing else i say in my life [and why should you] you can trust this - second life by nwhiker and cassandra7 is one of the greatest pieces of writing i have ever seen, not only in this pairing but in this fandom full stop. it's a profound and solemn meditation on loving and grieving, choice and chance, and the great pain caused by the divide between the magical and the muggle worlds.

then, for gorgeous angst with a happy ending - two boys kissing by @writcraft and the merit in trying by brightened

albus dumbledore/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

the facetious answer is because they wouldn't be so obsessed with each other if there wasn't some sexual tension underneath it.

the facetious and nsfw answer is because it appeals to the part of me whose favourite book aged 11 was lolita

the serious answer is that they should be horrifying together: they're both liars; both incredibly self-righteous; both living behind masks which conceal their true emotions and motivations; dumbledore took one look at tom as an eleven-year-old, said "he reminds me of gellert", and then did nothing about it; tom thinks dumbledore's a hypocrite and is right, although not for the reasons he thinks; there is a colossal age gap; there is virtually no scenario in any timeline where they could be openly in a relationship unless one of them is concealing his identity; and - really, this seems quite minor in the grand scheme of things - they are constantly trying to destroy each other.

but.

intellectually, they are the only two characters in the series who could be the other's equal - i'm sure that violent arguments about the twelve uses of dragon's blood trigger the majority of their sexual encounters, and a man who's passionate about your research is hot.

if either of them ever fancy being honest - so, no - there is a shared cavernous [although, in tom's case, unacknowledged] grief in their lives which has shaped their not-as-divergent-as-the-text-thinks-they-are views on death, love, duty and so on. their active refusal to understand each other [i.e. dumbledore entirely misreading voldemort's motivations in the job interview scene] and commitment to constantly underestimating each other [i.e. voldemort bouncing around like an idiot in the chamber of secrets instead of using his brain and remembering what a phoenix is] could, in time, lead to something almost resembling acceptance. i mean, just imagine the hurt/comfort sex which happens when voldemort finds out about grindledore.

the way dumbledore describes the young riddle - "self-sufficient, secretive, and, apparently, friendless" - is also an exact description of him. that each sees himself in the other canonically drives their hatred of each other, but it could also appeal to two very vain men in a much racier way. after all, who doesn't want to bang their narrative mirror?

and being an orphan probably doesn't seem so bad when you realise your boyfriend's family is aberforth.

want to give it a read?

i can't recommend concordance by @laeveteinn enough, particularly for one of the best-written dumbledores i've ever seen. i find dumbledore is often written either as far more whimsical than i'd like, or far more fiery and radical [when one of his most interesting personality traits in canon is his tendency towards inaction], but this dumbledore is the perfect balance of contradictions, while tom is his canonical feral self, longing to perceived, rather than the emotionless sociopath of so many other stories.

i also recommend as an entire ocean in a drop by eldritcher, which really leans into just how similar these two are underneath all the artifice.

albus dumbledore/severus snape

why i ship it:

well, we've had dumbledore with one lost boy, let's have him with another [i haven't been brave enough to venture into dumbledore/harry yet, but i'll take recommendations...]

as with riddledore, we have the potential for horror here: a vast power imbalance; enormous age gap; the fact dumbledore sends snape out to potentially die every time he goes off to voldemort; and - this is the crucial one - the fact that dumbledore's recognition of himself in snape is pure self-loathing ["you disgust me"] manifested in punishment [allowing snape to be humiliated in front of fudge, not stopping the presumed-to-be-real moody searching his office, making him give harry occlumency lessons, not letting him teach defence against the dark arts].

but then this stops, when snape does the tremendously brave thing of agreeing to kill dumbledore, and their dynamic equalises, as dumbledore recognises that snape is courageous, steadfast, and redeemed. i'm always struck in half-blood prince by the fact that dumbledore has it with harry's sniping about snape and straight-up tells him to shut up, as well as by the fact that he very nearly gives the game away and confesses why snape switched sides [the thing he promised not to do] when harry finds out it was snape who gave voldemort the prophecy.

and within this equalised dynamic - so this hot geriatric sex is happening in the afterlife, i guess - we have two men who are intellectual close-to-equals, who understand grief and guilt, whose aesthetic senses are charmingly mismatched, who are rarely honest but might be for each other, and who have lots of profound similarities which might lead somewhere...

want to give it a read?

cheerfully disregarding everything i've just said about how snumbledore could work, i highly recommend in infinite remorse of soul by @perverse-idyll, which is a chilling look at how dumbledore uses the power imbalance between the two to assuage his own guilt through snape's humiliation.

for something much more wholesome, i'm a big fan of byzantium by eldritcher

petunia dursley/severus snape

why i ship it:

because vernon is a dick.

i'm fond of petunia, who i think is one of the most interesting characters in the series because of how full of contradictions she is, and who i think is also a victim in fandom spaces of how the adult cast was aged up for the films [in canon, she's only in her early twenties when lily dies, and the implication is that vernon is a good deal older than her)] which makes her inadequacies, such as her inability to truly care for either child in the household, seem much more nuanced than they do if she's pictured as a middle-aged woman with considerable life experience.

like snape, she teeters on a knife edge between various chasms: she is a working-class girl from the midlands made good in middle-class surrey, he is a working-class half-blood boy who spends most of his life in pureblood circles; she ends up with her whole life wrapped up in a square little house when she's barely out of her teens, he ends up with his whole life wrapped up in spying at the same age; she hates the wizarding world and yet covets it, he hates the muggle world and yet cannot escape it; she loves lily and she hates her and she loathes her for dying, he... well, you know the rest.

want to give it a read?

i was first convinced by this pairing by the lovely regretfully yours by @maria-de-salinas, which takes both snape and petunia's awkwardness and bitterness and moulds it into something really tender.

i also highly recommend barking at the moon by rinsbane, the summary of which speaks for itself.

merope gaunt/tom riddle sr.

why i ship it:

our first canon pairing, and probably the most problematic of the canon relationships, since the series never acknowledges that tom sr. is a rape victim.

but i have found myself recently in my merope era and, in particular, in an attempt to give her more nuance than she gets in canon. as i've said to anyone who'll listen in the three broomsticks discord server, i loathe the implication in canon that merope dies because she just cba to live [since it directly justifies voldemort's belief that her death was shameful] and prefer to see her as someone who was desperate to escape a truly horrifying life [the fact she's going to be forced into an incestuous relationship with morfin is right there in canon...] and so did something she didn't have the capacity to understand the implications of [this is not a woman who's ever heard of consent] because she thought it would give her the first chance to be happy in her life, watched it all crash and burn around her, and would have very much liked to have lived to raise her son.

i doubt there was anything real or tender in her relationship with tom sr., of course, and his escape - while merely a brief stay of execution from his son's perspective - is tremendously brave. it's impossible to write tom/merope fluff [although i respect you if you're inclined to try] but fanfiction gives a space to explore the intricacies of their relationship which canon doesn't allow, and i'm obsessed.

want to give it a read?

i'm recommending myself here, and assuring you that you will enjoy: enchanter's nightshade, which explores how merope's attempts to keep her husband enslaved fail; the snow child, which treats the relationship as folk-horror; and the shack at the end of the lane, in which there is redemption, in the end.

the best exploration of tom sr. dealing with the fallout of the relationship is @phantomato's exquisite ganymede, which feels so truly embodied that you can't pull yourself away from the page.

bellatrix lestrange/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

our second canon pairing, i am obsessed with these two and the tragedy and - to some extent - tenderness bound up in their relationship [which can be proven to be there because noted softy @whinlatter loves them].

i've written before about my conviction - in contrast to a lot of bellatrix fans - that her relationship with rodolphus is utterly miserable, and that voldemort is the only man in her life who can understand her desire to make a life for herself which is not constrained by the gendered expectations of her social class.

obviously, lord voldemort is not a shining paragon of a boyfriend [and he is an awful choice as a baby daddy, bella, get it together], but i think the enormous power imbalance is perhaps slightly less enormous than is sometimes assumed - certainly, she tells him to his face in half-blood prince that he's wrong to trust snape [she's a clever woman], voldemort never physically punishes her for anything [rip to lucius malfoy, who seems to get picked for this in her stead], and voldemort tolerates a surprising amount of nonsense from her which shatters his mystique.

all of which is to say... the scream when she dies isn't just because he's losing the war.

want to give it a read?

tee hee, i'm recommending myself again, and encouraging you to take a look at: atramentum, bellamort's last afternoon together before voldemort goes to the potters; nor all that glisters gold, bellatrix's life - including her relationship with voldemort - through sirius' eyes; and death (eaters) in paradise, because murderous psychopaths deserve crack fics too.

draco malfoy/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because the ship name is taco.

these two are a pairing which i enjoy with my tongue firmly in my cheek [and tom's tongue firmly in draco's], as i do with most other things in which draco is a main character [do i want to read drarry angst? no! do i want to chuckle? absolutely!], although this should not be taken as saying that many of taco's fabulous authors don't manage to make the pairing entirely plausible.

in fact, consensual taco [non-con is, of course, its own beast] often has some of the best characterisation of both tom [fretful, mercurial, stubborn, and nowhere near as charming as he thinks he is] and draco [prissy, a very good judge of character, someone who likes being taken care of, and much braver than he appears if he absolutely has to be] i've seen in the fandom, largely because - unlike other voldemort-centric ships [especially tomarry, but also voldemort + any of the adult death eaters] - there's no sense of inevitability there. these two aren't connected by a shared bit of soul, or a prophecy, or having gone to school together, or having been hooked in by voldemort in the first war when he was unassailable.

they have to choose each other. or, more accurately, draco has to choose tom, and tom has to get chosen.

and the results have me entertained.

want to give it a read?

then you will want to have a look at the travelling cabinet by @the-paper-monkey [and its sequel, bluebeard], truly the gold standard of taco content with an absolutely brilliant draco, whose sheer capacity to cling on and make himself an irremovable part of tom's life may just end up changing the course of history.

narcissa malfoy/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i am in deep with the conspiracy theory that it's canon. i am absolutely certain that narcissa is the person that voldemort is referring to at the end of deathly hallows - "he desired her, that was all, but when she had gone, he agreed that there were other women, and of purer blood, worthier of him". it seems highly unlikely to me that the canonical voldemort would give a shit about snape fancying any random pureblood [although the snapemort version is, naturally, hugely jealous], but snape having had some sort of liaison with narcissa, and the ability knowing this gives voldemort to humiliate snape, narcissa, the memory of lily, bellatrix, lucius, and draco is definitely information he would go out of his way to remember...

plus, how do you know where he lives, babe? v suspicious.

want to give it a read?

if you want some fluff, you will very much enjoy the incredibly sweet the reformed man by gingertart50, which features narcissa nursing snape back to health post-nagini and is a favourite re-read for me when i'm drunk and it's christmas.

if you want some very-much-not-fluff, other women and of purer blood by yours truly will scratch the itch...

minerva mcgonagall/severus snape

why i ship it:

because i'm an equal-opportunity age-gap fan, and there is far too little older woman/younger man in the fandom.

and look, i'll admit it, i'm a fan of the fanon that snape and mcgonagall are friends prior to dumbledore's death - i'm not sure it's canonically plausible, but this sign can't stop me because i can't read - and i like the idea of that blossoming into something more, especially in fics where snape survives the second war. after all, he is a man who definitely needs to be treated quite strictly [and i don't just mean in the staff room], there is a shared loneliness and grief to them both, they're intellectual equals despite the age gap, and bickering about quidditch is absolutely fine as a method of foreplay.

plus, you can't tell me dumbledore's portrait doesn't ship it.

want to give it a read?

for a fic which shows minerva at her acerbic - and yet still sensual - best, always but not necessarily forever by gingertart50 is an old, fluffy, and very funny, favourite.

for something much more bittersweet, that good night by kelly_chambliss has my heart.

severus snape/tom riddle | voldemort

why i ship it:

because voldemort is canonically down bad for it - there is no need to believe snape's ridiculous cover story for not attending his resurrection, to try and spare lily as a treat for his man, and to give him a nice, painful death which allows the narrative to move on and harry to defeat him if the dark lord isn't firmly in his simp era.

more seriously, they obviously have an enormous amount in common, particularly in terms of their backgrounds [harry draws a connection between all three of them, but actually the fact that harry is rich in the wizarding world, not a slytherin, and with a muggle mother, therefore giving him a pureblood name, means he can't relate to the post-childhood experience of both halves of snapemort].

as a result, i think snape is the death eater who comes the closest to understanding voldemort's motivations - above all, the fact that he's not seeking an oligarchy, which the malfoys etc. obviously believe - while voldemort is someone snape feels understands his intellectual interests and his creativity.

want to give it a read?

boy, are you in luck, because i myself have a snapemort wip - scylla and charybdis. it is not wholesome.

tom riddle/myrtle warren

why i ship it:

because it started as crack and now i love them.

in particular, i just have so much respect for being incredibly annoying as a method of seduction, and i think myrtle's commitment to just following tom around chattering at him - and, therefore, without her realising it, preventing him from committing all sorts of crimes - is iconic.

want to give it a read?

then my unhinged rom-com - bookbinding - shall provide.

tom riddle | voldemort/ginny weasley

why i ship it:

because i enjoy seeing my dear friends who ship hinny shake and cry.

but also because ginny and tom have an enormous number of similarities, right down to the fact that they both have yew wands [if you're sick of people saying harry has an oedipus complex, you'll be delighted to be confronted with the mountain of evidence ginny reminds him of the villain who keeps trying to kill him instead].

they are both very good liars, quick thinking, remarkably resistant to shame, possessed of nerves of steel, predisposed to violence, brown-eyed, so hot they have harry gagged, and the profound enemy of someone whose surname is smith.

despite what he claims, tom was absolutely not just sat politely in that diary gritting his teeth while ginny complained about having second hand robes and idiot brothers. as he says, he opted "to start feeding [her] a few of my secrets", and i think it's justifiable from canon that they were at the very least half-truths [for example, i would not be shocked to discover he tells her he's a half-blood orphan brought up against his will in the muggle world - there's no other reason, i think, for him to successfully make her tell him these things about harry without it], which means that ginny has lots of lovely emotional leverage over him.

plus, as with tomarry, you have the element of "this is kind of inevitable" in the relationship, and the mysteries of fate are always sexy.

want to give it a read?

this is a tommary/hinny/tominny triad, but it has had me in a chokehold since the first time i read it - shameful company by merrivale, which, truly iconically, manages to be epilogue compliant.

[schmem14]

...Aaaaand that's a wrap!

31 ficlets 31 days 31 kinks 12 dead doves 32,271 words 30 pairings 27 RARE pairs

Happy Halloween, and thanks to ALL who cheered me on on one way or another! Thanks to @hpkinktober for curating the prompt list and hosting the fest!

***for author's favorites

Schmem_14's HP Kinktober Masterlist:

Day 1: Devil's Snare Summary: Punishments for bad behaviour don't seem to work on Neville. Professor Snape decides to have a go.  Pairing: Severus Snape/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove, Do Not Eat, DH AU, Underage (17), Rape/Non-con (No penetration), Spanking/Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Orgasm Denial/Edging Rating: E

Day 2: Orgasm Denial Summary: Colin Creevey lost interest in Harry ages ago. Now that the tables have turned, what's it going to take to get Colin to want him? Pairing: Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dark!Harry, Non-con/Rape, Bondage/Shibari, Imperius curse, Jealousy, Angst, Implied blackmail Rating: E

Day 3: Werewolves Summary: Sirius visits a brothel that specializes in dangerous tastes... he doesn't expect to fall in love. Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: Edwardian AU, Brothels, Prostitution/Sex Work, Implied bestiality, Dubious consent, UHEA Rating: M

Day 4: Cockwarming Summary: Lucius tires of Draco's entitlement. Harry offers him the perfect revenge. Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Harry Potter, Minor Draco/Harry, Narcissa/Lucius CW: Pseudo-incest, Infidelity Rating: E

Day 5: Firewhisky Summary: Bill asks Ron to look after Fleur while he's away. Little does Ron know what that entails. Pairing: Ron Weasley/Fleur Delacour Weasley CW: Pseudo-Incest, Lactation kink, Consensual Infidelity, Drinking Rating: M

Day 6: Collaring*** Summary: Voldemort celebrates his victory by acquiring a new pet. Pairing: Voldemort/Rubeus Hagrid CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Voldemort Wins AU, MCD, Pet Play, Rape/Non-con, Dubious Consent, Sex Slave, Trauma, Grief, Whipping, Horcruxes, Brainwashing, First Person POV Rating: E

Day 7: Sex Pollen Summary: Percy accidentally knocks over a fungus planter on his way to break up a fight between Oliver and Marcus. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Oliver Wood/Marcus Flint CW: Dubious consent, Possible Underage (17/18), Infidelity, Threesome, Frotting, Masturbation Rating: M

Day 8: Pensieve Summary: Harry has strange dreams and memories that don't feel like his. Weirder still is his sudden craving for MILF... Pairing: Harry Potter/Molly Weasley CW: Dark!Molly, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Memory-tampering, Unreliable narrator, Dubious consent, Arthur dies AU Rating: M

Day 9: Omegaverse*** Summary: Ron has good reasons for keeping Hermione out of public spaces. She convinces him to go out, just this once... Pairing: Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/non-con, A/B/O, dubious consent, watersports, Infidelity, Threesome, Breeding Kink, Cuckolding Rating: E

Day 10: Mandrakes*** Summary: Romilda and Colin find Harry in a compromising position. Pairing: Harry Potter/Romilda Vane, Harry Potter/Colin Creevey CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con (oral sex only), Somnophilia, Colin lives AU, Hogwarts Eighth-year, Underage (17) Rating: E

Day 11: Dragons/Dragon Eggs Summary: Hagrid was born to be bred by a dragon. Pairing: Rubeus Hagrid/Norwegian Ridgeback CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Breeding Kink, Dubious consent, Monsterfucking, Egg-smuggling, Object-insertion, Thievery, Blood Rating: E

Day 12: Age Play Summary: The voice in Luna's head urges her to comfort Xenophilius in his time of need. Pairing: Luna Lovegood/Xenophilius Lovegood CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Underage, Father/Daughter Incest, Dubious consent, Aging potion, Suicidal thoughts, Blood, First time Rating: M

Day 13: Bathing Summary: Myrtle's crush on Draco escalates beyond anything she thought possible Pairing: Myrtle Warren/Draco Malfoy CW: Non-consensual voyeurism, Dubious consent, Underage (16), Plasmic Penetration Rating: M

Day 14: Voyeurism Summary: Harry has something Horace wants and he'll trade it for his freedom. Be careful what you wish for, Harry... Pairing: Horace Slughorn/Multiple, Harry/Draco CW: Underage (implied), Non-consensual Voyeurism, Unethical behaviour, Masturbation, Bath sex Rating: M

Day 15: Owl Post*** Summary: Percy receives inappropriate notes from an anonymous admirer. What would his girlfriend say? Pairing: Percy Weasley/Marcus Flint CW: Stalking, Harassment, Watersports (mentioned), Infidelity Rating: E

Day 16: Wings Summary: Fleur feels uneasy about her upcoming marriage to Bill. She goes to him for reassurance. Pairing: Fleur Delacour/Bill Weasley, Fleur/Multiple CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Whump, Gang Rape, Violence, Canon Divergent AU (Fleur and Bill wait until after the war to get married), Dark Bill, Dark Weasleys and Harry, Dosing/Potions, UHEA Rating: M

Day 17: Closets*** Summary: Percy is trying to lay low at the ministry, but Yaxley has other plans. Pairing: Percy Weasley/Corban Yaxley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Dubious consent, Lust potion, Extortion, Fuck or Die (sort of), Deathly Hallows AU Rating: M

Day 18: School Uniform*** Summary: There's a new witch in school... Or, Malfoy tries a new look, and it captures Harry and Ron's attention. Pairing: Harry Potter/Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy CW: None! Rating: M

Day 19: Dungeons Summary: Argus Filch finally has permission to whip rule breakers. His first two targets are already lined up... Pairing: Argus Filch/Fred Weasley, Argus Filch/George Weasley CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Staff/Student, OOTP AU, Whipping, Bondage, Masturbation, Whump Rating: E

Day 20: Breeding Summary: Hermione comes to Arthur with a problem only he can help with. Pairing: Hermione Granger/Arthur Weasley CW: Pseudo Incest, Infidelity, Lactation kink, Pregnancy Rating: M

Day 21: Brooms Summary: George pulls his most devious prank ever on Harry... Pairing: George Weasley/Harry Potter CW: Dubious consent, Public indecency, public masturbation, humiliation, pranks, dildos. Rating: M

Day 22: Legilimency*** Summary: Draco has been craving pastry from Harry's bakery for ages... if only he could pluck the courage to go inside Pairing: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy CW: None Rating: E

Day 23: Monsterfucking Summary: Lavender has a plan to seduce the hottest teacher in the school... Pairing: Lavender Brown/Firenze CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Dubious Consent, Consensual Non-Consent, Fuck AND Die, MCD, Lust potion, Non-consensual dosing, Teacher/Student relationship, stomach bulges Rating: E

Day 24: Power Imbalance*** Summary: Cormac has a thing for his assistant. He’s delighted when she plays along… Pairing: Cormac McLaggen/Hermione Granger CW: Employer/Employee, Dubious Consent, Extortion Rating: M

Day 25: Portkey Summary: Draco leaves his dildo on the wall of the shower... he hopes his new flatmate finds it and uses it. Pairing: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter CW: Inappropriate Use of Portkey, Exhibitionism Rating: E

Day 26: Bondage*** Summary: How long can Marcus resist Percy when he's always such a bossy tease? Pairing: Marcus Flint/Percy Weasley CW: Secretary (Unethical relationship), BDSM, Cock cage/chastity belt, Butt plugs, Orgasm denial Rating: E

Day 27: Room of Requirement Summary: It's too bad the Room of Requirement can't give Sirius what he REALLY wants Pairing: Sirius Black/Remus Lupin CW: drug use (marijuana), UST, unrequited love Rating: M

Day 28: Rememberall Summary: Bellatrix really likes to fuck Longbottoms up Pairing: Bellatrix Black Lestrange/Neville Longbottom CW: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Rape/Non-con, Torture, Bondage, Fisting, Memory Charms, orgasm denial, blood, WHUMP Rating: E

Day 29: Knotting Summary: Ron wakes to a comforting presence in bed. Pairing: Ron/Hermione, Minor Harry/Draco CW: Somnophilia, Dubious Consent, Werewolf *see additional spoiler tags in end notes Rating: E

Day 30: Formalwear Summary: Harry spots someone lovely at the Malfoy's annual New Year's Eve Gala, and he can't resist... Pairing: Harry Potter/Narcissa Black Malfoy CW: Dubious Consent, Pregnancy, Manipulation, Toxic Relationships Rating: M

Day 31: Object Insertion*** Summary: Arthur receives a tip from Ron about a hidden room at Malfoy Manor and decides to have a look... Pairing: Arthur Weasley/Lucius Malfoy CW: Infidelity, COS Canon-compliant, Come as Lube, Dry orgasm Rating: E

[oxfordelise]

Chapter Twenty-Four: Curls

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“Well, sometimes you can say some very mean things, Draco.” She cast her eyes down at him, an admonishing look on her face. 

He picked up his wand and waved it around in the air, scoffing at the comment. “Well, I’m a very mean person, Moaning Myrtle.” He mocked, turning his back to her and using his wand to clean up the awful tear stains on his undershirt.

[lemonsprite]

Neville POV- the other night I saw Harry and Draco in Professor Snape’s room after hours. Before I could say anything, Snape stopped me and told me to just “walk away.” I haven’t seen Draco, Harry, and Snape in the same room since. Snape won’t Look Draco in the eye.

Luna POV- The other day I saw Harry and Draco in the forbidden forest doing things only animals would do. Harry told me not to tell anyone and if I did promise not to he would still be my friend.

Ron POV- I saw Harry and his sworn enemy sneaking around in the library, specifically the forbidden section. We promised not to go there after first year, but here he was! Breaking that promise… Hermiones said it was just my imagination, but… I don’t think my imagination could come up with that.

Hermione POV- I saw Harry take Draco under the invisibility cloak. I was under the impression he was taking Draco down to the dueling grounds for practice but after hearing some strange noises… I’m not so sure…

Moaning Myrtle POV- I saw Harry and Draco in the girls 2nd floor bathroom and in all my years at this school… I’ve never seen something like… *that*… it was quite entertaining enough but they caught me and Harry went very red. I laughed and laughed and went back to thinking about Cedric and death

Oliver Wood POV- After a Brief qudditch Match, I Found Harry and Draco under the stands together. Draco and Harry had gotten into an altercation over the golden snitch. Draco pushed Harry against the wall and whispered, in quite a sultry voice may I add “you think you’re gonna get away with this, just wait until later.” And then Harry smirked.

Goyle POV- Goyle thinks it’s weird that Draco is hiding something from Goyle. Goyle keeps seeing Harry sneak in to the Sylterin boys dormitory. Goyle keeps hearing weird noises…

Voldemort POV- during the final battle after I cursed the Potter boy, that Malfoy child came running. He gave the wand back to Potter, and after some oddly close interactions and some strange caressing, Potter sat back up as if nothing had ever happened. I don’t know what kind of spell that spawn of Lucius cast but as far as I’m concerned that whole Malfoy clan is no longer apart of my ranks.

Lucius POV- I always thought that Draco was all talk when it came to Potter, I mean I’ve heard it, *believe me*. That boys been rambling about him since year one. But it all came to a head when I was going to ask Draco a question but he’d already turned in for the night, and from my dear sons room I heard a cursed name. “*potter*”

@ziggystardust8675 >:]

[weasleyreidstyles]

Serendipity Masterlist

summary: it was only meant to be a purely transactional relationship. he would help her strengthen her abilities in return for her getting his friends out of his father's nasty path. he didn't mean to fall for her, but loving her was the easiest thing in his dark world.

series status: currently on hold (but not for long!!🙈)

“serendipity is the phenomenon of discovering something interesting or valuable by chance”

no use of y/n, but your general nickname is Meadow. All characters are aged up to be over 18. and bellatrix isn't mattheo's mother in this fic (just fyi)

pairings: mattheo riddle x fem!ravenclaw reader; platonic!slytherins x fem!reader; platonic!golden trio x fem!reader

general warning(s): 18+ content, angst, fluff, some canon compliance, some canon divergence, typical wizarding world violence, war, torture, drugging, hospitals, familial problems, mean!harry, mean!ron....

** indicates smut warning

~∞~ chapter one

chapter summary: on the trainride to your sixth year, your friends give you a proposition that you can't refuse.

~∞~ chapter two

chapter summary: it's your first day back as a sixth year student. Classes are more intense and your first lesson with Mattheo ensues.

~∞~ chapter three

chapter summary: the first Hogsmeade trip of the year has a rather unpleasant ending.

~∞~ chapter four

chapter summary: after you end up confined to the Hospital Wing, you're surprised when Professor Dumbledore pays you a visit.

~∞~ chapter five

chapter summary: Mattheo has been avoiding you. You find and confront him after a frustrating week.

~∞~ chapter six **

chapter summary: the growing tension between you and Mattheo snaps. He reveals something about yourself that you has scarcely any prior knowledge of.

~∞~ chapter seven

chapter summary: joyful dinner parties and a switch in point of view. Two juxtaposing starts to the christmas holidays.

~∞~ chapter eight **

chapter summary: you're given plenty of revelations: all equally as daunting as the other.

~∞~ chapter nine

chapter summary: Ginny ambushes you in the library and Ron's birthday is off to a delirious start.

~∞~ chapter ten

chapter summary: in the aftermath of Ron's poisoning, Harry learns a thing or two about where your loyalties lie when he overhears your private conversation with the headmaster.

~∞~ chapter eleven

chapter summary: intent on avoiding him, you underestimate just how desperate Mattheo is to be around you.

~∞~ chapter twelve

chapter summary: new friendships are formed and you finally learn to control your abilities. Mattheo comes to a life altering realisation.

~∞~ chapter thirteen **

chapter summary: idk how to summarise this but i will say it's pure smut...enjoy

~∞~ chapter fourteen

chapter summary: friendships are rekindled and you save Draco from certain death in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, igniting your powers in the process.

~∞~ chapter fifteen

chapter summary: now fully recovered, Draco has a task to complete. The fate of the Wizarding World hangs in the precipice of his actions.

~∞~ chapter sixteen

chapter summary: after a startling and gutting discovery. secrets are revealed and alliances are questioned as Voldemort's tyranny begins to fester into the beginnings of another war.

*invisible string fits into the plot here!!*

~∞~ chapter seventeen

chapter summary: Dumbledore's funeral reveals new allies as you navigate a world without its protector.

~∞~ chapter eighteen

chapter summary: with his new role as a secret spy of the Order, Mattheo begins to grapple with the consequences of the horrors that occur at his father's hand.

series oneshots/headcannons:

~∞~ tulips & starlight – valentines day drabble

~∞~ serendipity hcs (mattheo) – a glimpse at his life pre sixth year

~∞~ invisible string – bonus scene from chapter 16 **

~∞~ snippets of navigating fifth year with fred weasley

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(striked out users are ones that i couldn't tag, reblogs of the individual posts have an extended taglist)

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[rose-of-the-grave]

The Great War: Chapter 2

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

Here's chapter two, I solemnly swear that Y/N and Mattheo will actually interact soon. I hope you all enjoy! As always, I'm the author (please don't repost)

Masterlist. Series Masterlist. Chapter 1 Read on Ao3

Warnings: quidditch, Dumbledore, manipulation, Cormac McClaggen, crying in the bathroom, idk what else to add

Word Count: 3126

Description: Y/N receives her mission, runs into an unexpected help, and tries out for the quidditch team.

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @undercover-smutlover

Y/N raised her hand, knocking on the door to Dumbledore’s office.

“Come in.”

She opened the door, walking in. Y/N hadn't been in his office since the year before since everything with Umbridge and dUmbledore’s Army. It hadn’t changed one bit. Except for a shelf covered in vials. She wondered what that was about.

“Ah, Y/L/N. You got my message.”

“You wanted to see me, sir?” She asked, wondering why.

“Yes. I have a favor to ask of you. One last mission if you will.”

She approached his desk, “What do you need me to do?”

“I need more eyes on the students. One in particular in fact. Mr. Riddle.”

“Why not have Professor Snape look after him?” She asked, questioning Dumbledore’s thought process.

“I require his services elsewhere. You, however, I would like for you to watch over Mr. Riddle and report back to me about any suspicious activities.”

“Of course. Whatever is needed.”

“Good.” She started to walk away when he said one more parting word.

“And one last thing, Miss Y/L/N. If you could refrain from mentioning this task to anyone, that would be much appreciated.”

“Even Harry?”

“Especially Mr. Potter. I have a separate task for him that he needs to be focused on. It is imperative that no one suspects what you are doing.”

“Of course, Professor.”

She walked out of the room and down towards the Great Hall, hoping to get some food. Some students were roaming the halls but most of them were probably eating so there were few people around to see her duck into the abandoned girls' lavatory.

She looked around at the very place that she had spent months of time with Harry, Ron, and Hermione back in second year. Y/N hadn’t been back since then. For once Moaning Myrtle wasn’t to be seen. Odd. How on earth was she going to do this? Even if she managed to find a way to watch the Slytherin’s without making them suspicious, her friends would ask questions about her sudden interest in the enemy.

Hearing someone run into the bathroom, she hid in one of the stalls. It was someone crying, loudly. Slowly opening the stall door she came up behind the girl. A Slytherin by the looks of her green accented robes.

“Hey, are you okay?” Y/N asked softly, trying not to startle the girl.

She whirled around, it was Pansy Parkinson. Her tearstained face became apprehensive, suspicious almost immediately.

Wiping away at her tears, smudging her mascara, she asked, “What do you care?”

“I wanted to make sure you were okay. I don’t like seeing people cry. Even you.”

“How big of you.” She sneered.

Well, this wasn’t going well. If Y/N was going to spy on Riddle it would make more sense for her to befriend his social circle. She had to at least try to find an in and Pansy seemed like the best option. Draco would bite her head off, Theodore Nott didn’t talk to anybody outside his friends, and Blaise Zabini didn’t exactly have a favorable impression of her after she got him detention in fourth year. Suffice it to say, they all hated her.

“I’m being serious. What happened?”

“Nothing.”

Y/N gave her a look.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Look, I get it. You have no reason to trust me but if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here.”

“What would your precious friends think about you associating with the enemy?” Pansy spat.

“Probably the same as Malfoy would if he knew you were talking with a Gryffindor.” Y/N shot back.

She huffed a watery laugh. “We’re not all that bad.”

“Oh, you are. And worse.”

They stood there in silence for a heartbeat before Pansy spoke, breaking the silence.

“I told someone I liked them and they told me that they didn’t like me back. I put my heart out there for the first time in my life and it got stomped on. “ She said, bitterly.

“I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it was their loss.”

Pansy gave her a look of doubt.

“I mean it. You may be a Slytherin and you might not exactly be nice to everyone but you’re pretty and from what I can tell, you are also really smart even though you try to hide it. I saw how well you did on your OWLs, it wasn’t that different from what I got.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes.”

“Thanks. I needed to hear that.”

Y/N nudged Pansy’s shoulder, “You’re not as bad as I thought you were.”

“Neither are you.”

They shared a smile before leaving the lavatory. The two girls went their opposite ways and Y/N grinned. She had found a way in. Maybe this task of Dumbledore’s wouldn’t be as hard as she thought it was going to be.

On her walk back to the common room she did her best to avoid others, knowing that it was close to curfew. She passed near an area of the castle that was very familiar after all of the time she and the rest of them had spent there last year. After sneaking into the Room of Requirement almost daily, it was no surprise that she had managed to arrive back there, her feet carrying her there due to muscle memory.

She had almost passed by when she heard footsteps echoing through the halls. Nervous, she ducked behind a corner to keep out of view. Curious, Y/N peeked around the corner, wondering who could possibly be walking around at this hour towards the Room of Requirement. Then, moving into view, was Draco Malfoy. What was he doing here?

Suddenly the conversation on the train came to mind. Was he really a Death Eater? If so, what was he up to? She waited and watched as he disappeared into the room before continuing on her way.

The next morning she awoke with a smile on her face and butterflies in her stomach. Today was quidditch tryouts. She had spent all summer practicing in her backyard so hopefully she would make it. Y/N spent the entire day feeling like she was walking on clouds, a bounce in her step as she went from class to class.

Everyone had remarked on how energetic she seemed. Even her first Defense Against the Dark Arts class couldn’t undermine her good mood. It wasn’t until her last class of the day finished and she started walking over to the quidditch pitch when the jitters started to set in.

“Hey Y/N!” Ron greeted.

“Hey.”

“You ready?”

She shrugged, grimacing slightly. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“You’ll get on the team. I’ve seen the way you can fly.”

“Thanks.”

“Shut it!” Ginny yelled from her place next to Harry.

They all quieted, turning to look at her.

Harry then spoke up, “Thanks. All right. Now, if you had a spot last year that does not guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear?”

There were a few scattered nods from the group.

“Good.”

Another Gryffindor who was also trying out approached them. Cormac McClaggen.

“No hard feelings, eh Weasley?”

Ron looked puzzled. “Hard feelings?”

“Yeah. I’ll be going after keeper myself. It's nothing personal really.”

“Really, a strapping guy like you? You’ve got more of a beater’s build don’t you? Keepers need to be quick, agile.”

A fly started to buzz around them, its humming loud in Y/N’s ear before it flew towards McClaggen who seemingly managed to crush it between his fingers without even looking.

Ron’s face turned worried.

“I like my chances.”

“Show off.” Y/N muttered, unimpressed.

Cormac glanced over at her as if it was the first time he’d noticed she was standing there in the whole time he had been talking.

“Say, think you could introduce me to your friend Granger? Wouldn’t mind getting a first name basis with her, know what I mean?” He nudged Ron, a suggestive look on his face. He clapped him on the shoulder and walked away.

Drifting closer to Ron, Y/N said, “What a douche.”

“Yeah.” Ron said, unenthused.

“Right. So I’m going to run you through a few drills to assess your strengths.” Harry called out now that everybody had settled down. He went on to detail the first drill but Y/N wasn’t paying attention.

Glancing up into the stands she saw Hermione with the other handful of spectators. Raising her hand, she waved. Hermione smiled and waved back. Good luck, she mouthed.

Y/N mouthed back, Thanks!

Out of their friend group, Hermione was probably the one she was closest with. She loved all three of her friends but Hermione was the first of them to reach out and befriend her. It was towards the start of their first year before she had become friends with Harry and Ron. Y/N hadn’t had the best time with making friends because all of the people she knew were pure-bloods. Her parents were only friends with others like them with few exceptions so all of the kids her age that she grew up with were sorted into Slytherin.

They had started to ignore her once she was put in Gryffindor, saying that she couldn’t hang out with them anymore. Hermione had heard her crying herself to bed one night and the very next day wouldn’t leave her side. Despite everything she had been taught about muggle-borns she couldn’t help but see that Hermione was the nicest person she knew. Their friendship was the final straw for her old friends though. From then on most of them would ignore her but some of them would insult her right alongside her new friends.

Hopefully this history wouldn’t present a problem for her mission. After all, it was six years ago. Then again, Slytherins never forget a slight. Being friends with the chosen one, a blood traitor, and a muggle-born was a pretty big offense.

Oh, well. She would worry about that later. For now her main focus was on the tryouts. Everybody was put into two teams. Y/N and Ron were on one team with Harry, Ginny, and a few others while Cormac and the rest were on the other team.

The quaffle was tossed and they were off, Y/N passed it to a teammate, a fourth year she didn't know that well, only for the other team to steal it. She was in the perfect position to steal it back, and she did. Flying straight into Katie, feinting to the side just in time so she could grab the ball without colliding into her.

She raced over to the other side, wind whipping in her face and people from the other team on her heels. As Y/N neared the goal, she pretended to go for one goal, only to go for the other one, barely managing to get it past Cormac.

A few onlookers cheered and Ginny yelled, “Nice one, Y/N!”

She felt a surge of happiness, a grin on her face. Maybe she had a shot.

The scrimmage continued on, the two teams practically tied. The other team was in the lead by a few points, thanks to one of their chasers being really good at getting by Ron. Y/N could tell he was getting disheartened, feeling like he was letting them down with every lost point. Then something odd happened.

Ginny had the quaffle and was being chased by the other team. She soared through the air and slammed it into the goal. McClaggen was right there, in the perfect position to stop it when he suddenly swerved out of the way. A teammate of his asked him what happened but he just looked confused. Weird.

On the next point, Ron surprised everyone by flipping upside down on his broom, using his head to block the ball. Onlookers started to applaud and everybody looked on incredulously, wondering how that actually worked. From that point on it seemed as if he had regained his confidence and all of a sudden they started to catch up to the other team, scoring goal after goal.

In the end they won.

“Okay everybody, the team lineup will be posted in the common room tomorrow morning. Good job, everyone!” Harry announced.

They all walked over to the locker rooms to change out of their quidditch robes.

“Nice playing Y/N! I had no idea you were that good!” Katie said.

“Thanks! I’ve been practicing.”

“Well, it paid off.”

Y/N smiled. Hearing that from Katie Bell, one of the seventh years on the team, who had been playing for Gryffindor for years meant a lot.

Ginny chimed in, “Yeah, you looked good out there.”

“Thanks, you too. You played really well!”

“You’re going to make the team for sure, then all three of us can play together!” Katie exclaimed.

“I hope so.”

The three of them got dressed and headed out, walking out together.

“Hey, Y/N, nice job!” Hermione said, standing up from where she had been sitting, waiting for them to come out.

“Thanks!”

The four girls walked back to the castle, the sky darkening overhead. Some rain started to sprinkle down on them, the breeze suddenly feeling a bit cold. Once they all made it back to the castle, they all hurried up to Gryffindor tower where Ron sat on a couch, Harry on the ground by the fire.

Katie and Ginny went to find their respective friends while Y/N plopped down on the chair next to the couch. Hermione took a seat between the chair and the couch.

“I thought I was for sure going to miss that last one.” Ron mused. “I hope Cormac isn’t taking it too hard.”

Hermione made a sound, drawing all of their eyes onto her.

She shook her head, “Nothing.”

The boys returned to staring at the fireplace, the light of the flames flickering brightly. Y/N however, kept her gaze on Hermione, thinking through everything that happened. Cormac’s sudden movement out of the way had seemed unnatural. Almost as if he had been influenced.

Her friend looked up at her, feeling her gaze. Hermione raised an eyebrow, silently questioning her.

Did you? Y/N mouthed.

Hermione’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment before she nodded.

Y/N chuckled quietly, amused. She knew her best friend could be a bit diabolical but she never expected her to break the rules like this.

“He’s got a bit of a thing for you ‘Mione. Cormac.” Ron said.

Hermione shook her head, picking up a newspaper. “He’s vile.”

They sat there in silence, Ron looking at the flames, Hermione reading the newspaper, Harry reading a book, and Y/N mulling over her plans.

Harry leaned over to show his book to Hermione. “Have you ever heard of this spell? Sectumsempra?”

She sighed, exasperated. “No, I haven’t. And if you had any common sense you would turn it into Professor McGonanagall.”

“Not bloody likely. Why would he?” Ron asked. “He’s top of the class. Slughorn thinks he’s a genius. He’s even better than you Hermione.”

“I wonder whose it is.” Y/N pondered.

“Yeah, is it signed? Can I look?” Hermione asked, grabbing at Harry’s potions book. He snatched it away, standing up.

“No, the binding is fragile.”

Hermione also got up, the newspaper forgotten. “The binding is fragile?” She asked in an incredulous tone.

“Yeah.” Harry kept on backing up, away from her. Y/N watched as Ginny, who had been listening in from where she stood talking with Dean, walked over and grabbed it out of Harry’s unsuspecting grasp. Staying just out of reach of him trying to get his book back, she opened the book.

“The Half-Blood Prince. Who’s the Half-Blood Prince?” She asked.

“Who?” Hermione questioned.

“That’s what it says. Property of the Half-Blood Prince.”

Harry seized the opportunity to get his book back. “No clue.”

They all exchanged puzzled glances while he walked away towards the staircase that led to the boys’ dorms, wondering who that could possibly be. Hermione was probably already planning to head to the library first thing in the morning to figure it out.

Y/N and Hermione said goodnight to Ron and Ginny before walking up the spiral staircase to their dorm. Once inside they walked over to their beds, both of which were on the far end next to each other. The rest of the girls in their year were already getting ready for bed. The two of them never really paid attention to them though. Parvati and Lavender mainly hung out with the Ravenclaws, ignoring the rest of them. Especially after fourth year when Parvati and her sister, Padma, had gone to the Yule Ball with Harry and Ron only to end up ignored.

The only other Gryffindor girl in their year was Lily Moon. Lily was nice, a red-head who was sometimes mistaken for being yet another addition to the Weasleys. She mainly hung out with Neville, the two of them sharing a love for Herbology. While they did sometimes hang out together during class, outside of that they didn’t have much in common with her.

There used to also be one other girl, Sally-Anne Perks, but she left after Cedric’s death in fourth year, never to be heard from again. Her bed remained empty, devoid of any personal touches, unlike the rest of them with their pictures of family, books, jewelry, etc.

Taking a seat on her bed, she looked over at Hermione. “Did you seriously use the Confundus Charm on Cormac so he’d miss that shot?”

“Yeah.” She admitted, sheepishly.

“Wicked!”

Lavender looked over at them, a bit judgemental. Y/N smirked. She still remembered how annoying she had become last year, gushing over Ron. Surprising really, considering how he had acted when he took Padma to the Yule Ball. All three girls had given him dirty looks, along with Y/N and Hermione by association.

After getting dressed for bed, she lay on her mattress waiting for everyone else to be ready so they could turn off the lights. Soon, the only light illuminating the room was from the moon shining through the window. She was feeling a bit anxious, wondering if this was the year that she would finally make it onto the team. After spending the last five years watching Harry play from the stands along with the rest of the team had been fun but she longed to be a part of it. She had always loved flying but, outside of learning how to in first year there hadn’t been many chances except for during the summer when she visited the Weasleys.

Chapter 3>>

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Tom Riddle

x deardiarydeardiarydeardiary

Y/N’s been acting strange lately. She may contain the urge to run away, but Tom holds her down with soggy clothes and breezeblocks.

x The cat that looked at a King

The first magical war. Animagus Y/N spies on the Dark Lord. When she is caught, Voldemort decides against killing her.

x Ten points to Hufflepuff

“Now it’s all done, Becky. And always after this, you know, you ain’t ever to love anybody but me, and you ain’t ever to marry anybody but me, ever never and forever. Will you?”

x Five times when you were stronger than Tom Riddle and one time when he was stronger than you

“Maybe you are taking in turns to look, and keep missing each other,” said Hermione, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards.

x That day no farther did we read therein

wordcount: 300. warnings: none. Tom: will definitely corner you as soon as the lesson is over.

x amalgam

The night Tom told you about Horcruxes. Soulmates au.

x The roads we take, the collars we choose

Y/N is a werewolf in the servitude of the Dark Lord.

x I am the pretty thing that lives in the castle

Y/N became a ghost instead of Myrtle. She couldn’t care less about Tom. He wishes he could say the same.

x The girl with the snake tattoo

‘Give me your hand, Y/N,’ he will say softly.

x hypnosis

'Men have wasted away before it, entranced by what they have seen, or been driven mad, not knowing if what it shows is real or even possible.'

x The tower, the princess, the snake

Soulmates AU.

x Death and the Maiden

Y/N revives the Dark Lord. “why, I am growing quite sentimental… But look, Harry! My true family returns…”

x Hansel and Gretel

Siblings au. Platonic.

x Thirst

Y/N Malfoy is Draco's older sister, this takes place in 1998, nsfw implied but no details.

Bunny Corcoran

You’re the entire circus

Bunny Corcoran being sliiiiiiightly obsessed with you 

Henry Winter

Seven deadly seeds

Henry Winter being heavily obsessed with you 

Yandere OC

x Hungry heart

Your yandere is the ‘hide the zombie bite’ type of guy. 

x Yandere zombie x reader headcanons

[plscallmeeren]

C A U S E F O R A H O W L E R

Hermione Jean Granger x Reader

Request: yes @JulzLovDraco4Eva

Summary: you've been friends with the trio since first year (You, being Draco's twin sister, sorted into Gryffindor...... ouch) and obvs ur parents don't approve. You've been hiding the fact that you've been dating Hermione for two years now. It's the day before battling Voldemort lol

Warnings: Swearing; allusions to sex; family disowns child

Word Count: 1.9K+

You stared at Draco, groaning when he wouldn't back down. "Oh, come on!"

"Father said I should keep an eye on you, so I will."

"Well, since you like taking his words literally so much - he said an eye. Not both, at all times, relentlessly and to the point of murder with motive."

"You're so dramatic," he scoffed, crossing his legs formerly on the bench opposite you. Beside him, Blaise snickered, nibbling absently on his jacket potato.

"Priss," you spat back. "Don't know why father thinks your 'keeping an eye on me' will do any good, anyway..."

"I don't know, to protect you?" he deadpanned, as if this were blatantly obvious.

"You're a pussy, Draco. And I'm three times as good as you at Charms and DADA."

"That, my dear friend, is definitely true," Blaise added helpfully, smiling at Draco as he glared.

"Okay, well, on that note, I'm off," you announced, standing up briskly.

"Well, I suppose that means I'm off, too," your twin replied, trying to stuff as many beans down his throat as possible before he had to go.

"Don't be stupid. You're not finished, and I need to go to the bathroom, anyway."

"Yeah, but-"

"What are you gonna do? Guard the door? Or are you going to join me? We can go to the haunted one, if you want. I know Myrtle loves you-"

"Fine! Okay! I'll meet you at the courtyard after, alright?" he retracted quickly, throwing up his hands.

You only grinned, taking even prouder strides when you heard him mutter 'I'm never finding her again, am I?' to Blaise.

Walking the corridors, you could feel your shoulders sagging, your fingers fidgeting with the fabric of your robe. It had been a long week. A long month. Maybe a long year. You felt like crashing into bed, Hermione in your arms, doing nothing for days and only really getting up to cook something for her.

You could picture it perfectly: A bed the size of a small room, the two of you surrounded by books that you'd read to each other as the record player lazily hums 'San Tropez' by Pink Floyd. A week spent fucking, eating home-cooked, Mediterranean food, reading, talking, fucking again.

But that was a dream for another life. Maybe there was still hope for it sometime else - a time far removed from war, from exams, from your goddamn father.

"Password?" the fat lady asked coldly.

"Flobberworm," you murmured, stepping through the round door immediately after she swung open.

"There you are!" Harry's voice surprised you inside. "We were wondering whether you had relocated to the dungeons for good now, given Malfoy's insistence on-"

"Oh, shut up," Ron interrupted, slapping his shoulder. "She's tryna get away from him, not meet his fan club."

"Right. Glad to have you back."

"I've missed you," Hermione said sweetly, throwing a leg over your own as soon as you sat down.

"Get a room," Ron complained, grimacing. He had dealt a deck of Exploding Snap and was looking very unhappy about his own cards.

"And here I was thinking you'd turned over a new leaf of empathy," you sighed, wrapping an arm around Hermione's shoulders.

"Yeah, right. Ever since Hermione called me a teaspoon, I thought I'd give up."

"Room for improvement is no reason to forgo emotion entirely. In fact, I'd argue the fact that it bothers you shows that you already have."

He scowled, making a ridiculously bad move to top things off. Harry grinned, giving you a thumbs up.

"Hey, you okay?" your girlfriend asked after a moment, in which your sprightly face must have slacked. "You look a bit... worse for wear."

"I'm fine. Just tired of my bodyguard, that's all. Pretty sure he has less muscle mass than me, though, so I should probably come up with a new title."

"'Tis true," she agreed. "But still... you wanna go for a walk? Just the two of us? We can steal Harry's cloak until we're out of your brother's way?"

"You can what?" Harry piped up, failing glaring at you because of how miserable he was making Ron.

"Well, can't we?" Hermione asked testily, looking unimpressed.

"Of course, I just wish you'd ask first."

"Well, here I am, asking."

"Yes, you're welcome to take the sole material inheritance I have received from my father, also my insurance for survival should one Dark Lord choose to search for me this fine afternoon-"

"In that case," Hermione smiled, "I'll be glad to take it off your hands." The two friends stared at each other momentarily before she took your hand, dragging you up to the boys' dormitories.

Twenty minutes later you were walking by the lake, feet dangerously close to the dark water.

"So, what is it?"

"What's what?"

"Whatever is ruining your mood."

"Oh, so you're saying I'm not delightful? Uncalled for, that is."

"Oh, come on, just tell me," she said impatiently, glaring at you.

You smiled, swinging your arms restlessly. "Well, as I said, I'm not too chuffed my brother is following me around everywhere, making me live in fear."

Hermione only stared at you, unimpressed, waiting.

"Yeah, I guess I just feel guilty still, in a weird way. Not that there's anything remotely wrong with dating you, it's just... it's our two-year anniversary and all I could think about while planning was how to celebrate incognito. It's kinda... tiring, I suppose." You looked back at her, chewing on your tongue. "Sorry, I'm rambling."

"No, I understand. And there's nothing to feel guilty about. If my family were so district, if they would disown me if I told them who I loved, I know I would... well, I don't know what I'd do, but I know it would be hard to handle." She smiled at you, the kind that made the skin around her eyes crinkle and her freckles catch a different ray of sunlight. "Let's just make today special."

"I wholeheartedly agree," you said firmly, placing a hand on her waist and stopping her. "Which is why I'd like to give you this."

You pulled out a small, indeterminate box with a ribbon around it. The size and shape didn't hint at what was within, so that you could watch as Hermione's brow furrowed, clever eyes searching for clues.

"Can I open it?" she asked timidly, quickly untying the ribbon when you nodded. Inside lay a multitude of things: A necklace with 'Hermione' spelt in Japanese characters (へみおね), a small line drawing you had created of the two of you, and a folded list of book recommendations, each addressed to a certain aspect of her. (For example, to her expression when she is in 'survival mode': The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins. To her fast-paced wit and love of puzzles: The Collected Stories of Sherlock Holmes by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.)

"(Y/n), I-"

Before she could thank you, you slid off one of your rings from your index finger, one that you wore every day, placing it on her middle finger instead. She stared at it, as if it were a legendary artifact that might still surprise her.

Hermione looked around then, but there was no one. No one to stop her kissing you like her life depended on it.

"Hermione," you murmured, detaching herself from her mouth, ignoring the surprising turn, "you sure you wanna do this here..."

"Thank you," she whispered instead, slinging herself against you. "Thank you so, so, so much."

"I'm glad you like it, darling," you managed between kisses, lips colliding in waves. Your other hand leaped to her waist, holding her impossibly close to your body. Hers travelled the muscles of your back, reaching for the plane of your nape where her fingers surpassed your hairline.

"'Mione," you groaned, hardly gaining her attention.

"Dorm?" she managed.

"Yeah," you panted, reluctantly breaking away.

"Right."

The way up to and through the castle under the cloak was hard, even while walking past your brother. Hermione kept whispering 'thank you's and 'you're perfect's and kissing you, anywhere, everywhere, and it took a ridiculous amount of willpower not to rail her next to the Hogswatch team.

Your shared dorm was mercifully empty, and the cloak was quickly discarded. You pulled her down onto the bed by her hips, groaning as she grinded against your lap, face connected to yours.

She slipped off her jacket with the box inside the front pocket, followed by her jumper, the heat within you now deafening.

"Are you sure?" she asked, pained to have jeopardized the mood. "I know we haven't done anything since your brother's been following you around and I understand if you're worried he'll find out somehow-"

"I'm sure. I have you, don't I?"

Hermione's lips were on yours again, hungry, insatiable, moaning your name-

A sharp cry emanated from the door, some sort of terrified surprise.

You jumped up, one hand still on your girlfriend's thigh, but Draco was already leaving, running away - his job was done, and it had not been to protect. You loved your brother, but you knew just as well that he would do anything to feel more secure in his own home.

You knew that that home would no longer be yours.

"I can see him in the Owlery right now, trying to understand how this could've happened under his watch," You laughed dryly, staring at the open door. Hermione stepped before you, closing it.

"I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry for."

And yet, mere hours later your father's owl arrived - a grey one, shivers of green down the spines of his feathers. The letter was easy to remove from his leg and you knew before opening it that it would be loud. Hermione cast a silencing charm on the room wordlessly, because even she knew.

And the letter lived up to its namesake, a howling cacophony of your father's disappointment. It tore itself apart with the knowledge that it had forbidden you from returning to your childhood home. You did not move to clean the remnants away. You didn't dare look at Hermione, who you could picture with a hand over her mouth and a look of pity in her eyes that made you want to disappear completely.

"You have me," Hermione said eventually, meekly, as if she wasn't sure how much that was worth. "You can stay with me and my family. You know you'll never be alone. I mean, if you want to. I know so far I've already been cause for a howler."

"Yeah," you whispered. You didn't know whether you could manage more in that moment.

"Yes?" she asked, seeking confirmation, but you didn't miss the hint of betrayal in her voice.

"Yeah, that would be great," you stuttered, trying to sound sure of yourself. "Merlyn knows I'll need a new bodyguard with less muscle than me."

She smiled, even though it was watery, and gently leaned in for another kiss.

You knew you had chosen right. You knew this might someday lead to heaven on earth. You knew Hermione was forever for you.

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Draco Malfoy x female reader smut

Draco Malfoy x female reader smut

Omg thanks, Jas for the idea LMAOO

Forgot to proofread but I'm done so yeah

Basically plot then sex HAHA

A pair of grey eyes were following you as you ran to moaning Myrtle's bathroom. The people, the sounds, the voices, it overwhelmed you. You looked at yourself in the mirror. As you calmed yourself down, you heard a deep yet familiar voice. "Y/N, are you okay?" He asked. It was none other that Draco Malfoy himself. The Slytherin prince, leader of the silver trio, Slytherin prefect. The girls adored him. They showered him in attention he secretly did not like.

"I-I'm fine." You said. "No, you're not." He answered coldly. His words sent shivers down your spine. You had liked him for a long time. Since first year. You never really expected him to follow you into moaning Myrtle's bathroom. From the rumors, you heard that students used to come here to skip class or do "stuff" with their partners. "Draco, do you need something? Or are you here to torment me?" You asked, crossing your arms.

"You.." he muttered, yet you didn't hear. He walked closer to you, "Draco," you said. You didn't know what came over you, but you pressed your lips against his. You expected him to pull away and, yell, scream, push you away, or even hit you, but no. He kissed back, pinning you against a wall. He slid his hand up your shirt. "Are you sure about this?" He asked in between the kiss. You nod your head. You two pulled apart, he lifted your chin. "Use your words." He said. "Y-yes, Draco.." you say. "Please.." He smirked.

"What do you want me to do?" He asked as a smirk formed on his face. "I want you to fuck me senseless.He undid your belt and threw it on the floor. He started to suck on your neck, kissing down to your chest.You gasped. He undid your blazer, pulling it off your shoulders. He unclasped your bra, leaving it on the floor with the rest of the clothes you were wearing.

He cupped your boobs. You moaned. He took your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. He moved to the other nipple. You laid your head back, he undid your pants and pulled them off. He pulled your panties off, throwing them across the bathroom. He started to suck on your clit, causing you to gasp. He inserted two fingers inside you, causing you to moan louder.

He started to pump his fingers faster, curling them up to hit your g-spot. "F-faster, Draco!" You moaned. "Beg." He said. "Please, Draco. I'm begging you!"

"Turn around." He commanded. You obeyed, you bent over, sticking your ass out. He pulled your hips back. "Who's your master?" He asked. You bite your lip.

"Draco." You moaned. You felt his hard member rub against your slit.

"That's right." He said. He thrusted inside you, causing you to moan loudly. He grabbed a fistful of hair, forcing you to look forward. "Draco, please-"

"Please what?" He asked with a smirk. "Faster!" He thrusted in and out of you, causing your body to rock back and forth.He thrusted harder, faster. You heard him grunt, he then went back to slowly pumping his member. He started to thrust deeper and deeper into you. "F-fuck!" He cursed. "I'm going to come soon, baby." He said. "Don't hold back." You moaned. You started to moan louder as you were approaching your climax. "Draco!" You screamed. You were so close, but he pulled out. You whine, "D-Draco.. Why did you stop..?" You asked. "Come here." He said, he lifted you up and put you down on a slightly broken sink.You sat there, he pushed your legs apart.

He slid his member into you again, but this time, he thrusted slowly. He kissed your neck and sucked on your skin. "Fuck, Draco, I'm about to come." You moaned.

He started to pump faster and harder. He slapped your ass, making you squeal. "Don't hold back, baby." He said.

"D-Draco! Oh my god! Draco! Fuck! Fuck me harder!" You moaned. You felt him deep inside you. "I'm going to come, Draco! Draco!" You screamed. He thrusted slower, as you rode out your orgasm. You gasped for air, panting. You looked at him. He was still hard and fully erect.

You were confused until he started to fuck you again.

"F-fuck.. Draco, keep fucking me like this.."

Is it bad that I wrote this in 10 minutes?

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A rec list for the relationship between Draco and Myrtle. Whether romantic, platonic, or sexual, they're a great pairing for both angst and humour. Enjoy! 👻

Exceptionally Lonely by Arveldis (G, 2.2k) - 6th year. Draco is perfectly spiky-stressed-defensive, sassy Myrtle sees through his bullshit and calls him out, and their growing closer feels natural.

seal my heart and break my pride by Arveldis (G, 605) - 6th year. Explores how each person in Draco's life couldn't be a source of comfort at that time, but Myrtle could.

A Shoulder To Fall Through by eveningstruggle (E, 7.5k) - 6th year. Volatile Draco, sassy Myrtle, and ghost sex treated seriously.

Moaning by jedusaur (M, 1.2k) - Hilarious yet poignant reflections on Myrtle's age and a ghost's view of morality. Myrtle is just like me, getting off on hot Drarry sex.

Et la glace se brisa by Claire-de-plume (K, 629) - 6th year. Beautiful imagery, wordsmithing, and vibes.

Sozinha by Agata Ridlle (K, 205) - Myrtle's conflicted reflections on whether she wanted Draco to die.

A Verdade sobre o Malfoy e a Murta by Adriana Swan (K, 254) - 6th year. Beautifully angsty.

Confidante by smallestbird (G, 200) - 6th year. Short and angsty. I like the idea of Myrtle telling Draco funny stories.

More by lumosdrabbles (lumosatnight) (50) - 6th year. Short and angsty.

A Promise Kept by Anonymous (G, 222) - A happy ending, for once.

Mourning Myrtle by sophiethelocket (T, 1.6k) - A nicely written Myrtle study, featuring painfully unrequited Dryrtle.

The One Who Cared by summerlinde (K+, 1.5k) - 6th year. I really like the emeto part, and the ending is just the right amount of sweet for me.

Haunted and Alone by Kaelir of Lorien (K+, 2.9k) - 6th year. All the classic 6th year beats.

Together, Alone by archived_apostrophe (G, 1.1k) - 6th year. Draco trying to be aggressive, and Myrtle trying to be kind.

In the Arms of the Dead by Tathrin (K+, 3.5k) - 6th year. Quite a thorough exploration of Draco's many struggles throughout his life, many of which he confesses to Myrtle. I like the bitter and slightly bratty vibe.

Moaning Ghost by Witty_Whit (G, 435) - 5th year. A cute and funny piece where Myrtle has Draco wrapped around her finger.

Very Tragical Mirth by Quaggy (T, 878) - A truly inspired Shakespeare parody crackfic.

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Day 13: Bathing

Summary: Myrtle's crush on Draco escalates beyond anything she thought possible Pairing: Myrtle Warren/Draco Malfoy CW: Non-consensual voyeurism, Dubious consent, Underage (16), Plasmic Penetration Rating: M

Written for @hpkinktober

[embarrassing-text]

The silence between us, part one

Words have lost their meaning, and now every gesture is filled with more than their quarrels could ever convey.

sub!Draco Malfoy x dom!gn!reader

only 18+, story with a plot, obscenity, can be read as cock or strap, pet names, male masturbation, thigh riding, sextoys

word count: 5k

At Hogwarts, there is a special bathroom used exclusively by prefects and Quidditch team captains, located on the fifth floor. It's a magnificent place made of white marble, with enchanted water, and around the edges, nearly a hundred golden faucets pour out water with various bath foams, providing relaxation. There's also a diving board that captains were particularly fond of. The room is softly lit by a splendid chandelier hanging from the ceiling, adorned with burning candles. A beautiful stained glass window offers a view of a blonde mermaid sitting on a rock.

But sometimes you have to be wary of Moaning Myrtle, she loves spying on handsome boys when they least expect it. Right now, there's only one person in the room, trying to relax sore muscles after an exhausting week, with only the hot water capable of soothing them. Lying amidst blue bubbles, thinking about the passing time, they faintly hear someone trying to open the door. The voice uttering the password is unmistakable — Draco Malfoy, their current partner.

“Knew I’d find you here,” Draco said, approaching the edge of the bath, which could easily be called a pool.

“Why were you looking for me?” I ask. We didn’t have any meetings planned for the next few hours, so I don’t understand why he needed me, even coming to the bathroom.

“Do I need a special reason to spend time with you?” Draco responded a bit arrogantly, starting to discard his clothes and gradually sinking into the water. I watch him closely, studying his expressions, but then he says something unexpected:

“We haven’t been together for a while... I missed you,” he admitted reluctantly, avoiding my gaze.

But those words linger in my mind—perhaps it’s just my imagination, a result of staying in the hot water too long. He’s never been this candid before.

I immediately recall my early interactions with him; they were always filled with contradictions and unpleasant episodes, but who could’ve guessed that things would take such a different turn now?

From the very first day, we crossed paths with an unpleasant regularity. With his haughty smirk, cultivated in him for years, he always had to mock my appearance. It was minor, but that’s how years of conflict began. He was someone I tried hard to avoid, but it was almost impossible—Hogwarts was too small for those wanting to hide.

Another one of his sarcastic remarks during class led to yet another ridiculous argument. He always tried to make me look foolish in front of others, and I couldn’t allow him that luxury.

By the fifth year, I no longer saw Draco as an enemy, though our relationship remained cold, not outright hostile. I had new interests, and I began paying attention to other people. My ambiguous relationships with some classmates sparked many rumors, but I didn’t mind—let everyone think what they wanted. I had the choice to take a different path. As for Malfoy? I was sure he would continue his arrogant game until graduation.

But one evening, coming back from the library late, I saw Draco sitting alone on one of the courtyard benches. His entire demeanor screamed that he was broken and lost; his usually cold, confident face now overshadowed by worry. This wasn’t the Draco Malfoy I was used to seeing, and it caught my attention. More out of curiosity than a desire to help, I decided to approach.

“Malfoy, are you alright?” I asked, trying to sound indifferent, but my concern was probably too obvious.

He looked up at me, and in his eyes, I saw something I hadn’t before—pain. He quickly turned away, as if ashamed that someone had caught him like this.

“None of your business,” he muttered, but the sharpness in his voice was gone.

I sighed, deciding I couldn’t just walk away.

“I know it’s not,” I said, trying to draw his attention. “But sometimes, it’s better to talk about it.”

He was silent for a long time, and I thought it might be better to leave, but then I heard a quiet question:

“Have you ever felt... completely useless?”

Those words hung in the air. Suddenly, the Draco Malfoy I had considered my opposite appeared surprisingly human. That evening, we talked for a long time. I learned about his anxieties, his parents, and how tired he was of living up to their expectations. It was the beginning of something new. We started seeing each other more often, though we kept our meetings secret. Draco didn’t want anyone to know about our friendship, and honestly, I wasn’t ready to talk about it either.

Over time, I noticed that my relationships with others started to bother Draco. He became increasingly irritable whenever I mentioned someone I spent time with. During one of our secret conversations in an abandoned classroom, he finally snapped.

“Why do you waste your time on them?” he blurted, trying to mask his jealousy with a cold tone.

I snorted, not understanding his aggression. “Who? What are you even talking about?”

“You know who I’m talking about,” he retorted sharply. “You’re constantly flirting, helping, or spending time with all these people. They mean nothing to you, so why bother?”

I was struck by his sudden outburst, realizing how much it mattered to him who I spent time with.

“I don’t owe you any explanations, Draco,” I said calmly, though I was starting to get angry inside. Why did he care about what I did and with whom? “It’s my life, and I can do what I want.”

“Damn it, you really don’t get it, do you?” His voice broke, and there was something in it that made me fall silent.

I looked at him, trying to understand what lay behind his words. The person I had always seen as an arrogant snob was revealing a new side, a spark of possessiveness that he could no longer hide—how long had it been there?

“I don’t want to be just a friend,” he whispered, lowering his gaze. “It kills me to see others around you when you should be with me.”

Those words knocked all other thoughts from my mind. I was ready for anything but this—for a confession of feelings. We stood opposite each other in the empty classroom, and the silence between us was deafening. Words swirled in my head, but they got stuck in my throat—I wasn’t sure what I wanted to say. The situation was unpredictable, beyond anything I had considered possible.

“Just think about it,” he added quickly, stepping back as if afraid of his sudden honesty, and then he fled the room.

Several days passed before we spoke again. So much had changed—the old hatred, the arguments, the clashes had been replaced by heartfelt conversations. As I reflected on how much his opinion and presence mattered to me, I began to miss our old talks. When we finally met again, in the same abandoned classroom, I could see how nervous he was, though he tried to hide it behind a mask of indifference. But I knew him too well.

“I’ve thought about what you said,” I began before he could say anything.

“And...?” His voice was tense; he didn’t want to show how much my response meant to him.

“Maybe... I also don’t want this to be just friendship.”

I saw surprise flash in his eyes, but it quickly turned to relief and, perhaps, happiness—though he didn’t want to show it too openly.

“So what now?” He cleared his throat.

“Now...” I said, stepping forward and closing the distance between us, “...we see where this goes.”

I leaned in, gently brushing my lips against his as if asking for permission. He closed his eyes, and I could see a blush on his cheeks. I felt his breath catch and then heard his heartbeat quicken. I deepened the kiss cautiously, so as not to scare him, but he still flinched slightly—yet he didn’t pull away. Our lips moved in sync, his hands gently touching my shoulders, moving up to my neck, as if he was trying to understand this new sensation.

It truly was a strange beginning, but if I had the chance to go back, I would definitely walk that path again just to be here now, in the bathroom, watching Draco, seeing how the water shimmers as it touches his blond hair, glowing in the dim candlelight. He looks so natural among the hundreds of blue bubbles that it makes me question whether a world exists outside of this room.

“I missed you too,” I quietly said.

Malfoy smiles slightly, slowly reaching out to touch my cheek. The water is a silent witness to this scene, not just a place for relaxation but an arena where a game of power and desire unfolds. Draco, immersed in this atmosphere, waits for a response, both vulnerable and excited.

“And what are you going to do next, Draco?” I ask with a tone full of authority, slowly pulling him closer. The water runs down our skin, but it's you who controls this moment. He obeys, hungrily catching my gaze, and the tension subtly builds.

“Do it yourself,” I say, adding a hint of playful cruelty to the words.

Draco throws a glance filled with challenge, but when he fully grasps the meaning of the phrase, a shy smile creeps onto his lips. He’s used to his partner often being in control, but this suggestion still catches him off guard.

“Myself?” he repeats, trying to mask his uncertainty with his usual arrogant facade. The idea of being the bottom already embarrasses him, and now he's being asked to take it further, to do it all on his own, under my watchful eye. Thoughts raced through his head, but none gave him a clear answer on what to do.

“Yes, show me how much you missed me,” the voice responding is calm but authoritative, leaving no room for doubt.

Draco takes a deep breath, trying to steady the tremble in his hands, and slowly reaches for his own body. He had never allowed himself to be this vulnerable, this open with anyone else before. The soapy water still washed over him, flowing across his skin, but it now seemed insignificant. The thought that you wouldn’t take your eyes off him dissolved in the overwhelming noise of his own emotions. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but the idea of being completely exposed, fully, with every movement watched and studied, only heightened his arousal. His mind demanded that he show everything he was capable of, to allow himself to be seen the way he wanted to be seen.

He slowly ran his fingers along his skin, sliding his hand down his body, across his stomach, lower still, and with every touch, his heart pounded harder. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the moment. The water surrounding him felt warm, but it couldn’t compare to the heat burning inside him. He began moving his hand, up and down, once more up and down, almost experimentally, as if rediscovering himself. The mounting tension, the changing rhythm, cost him effort, but rather than stopping, he only quickened the pace.

Stifling a moan that threatened to escape was nearly impossible; his breathing grew more erratic, and his body responded to every touch. Feeling the gaze locked on him only intensified his excitement. Draco wanted not only to please himself but also to give the observer a good show, to make sure they enjoyed this moment as much as he did.

With each passing moment, the pace of his movements quickened. His hand gliding along his shaft left a trail of fire behind, burning him from the inside out, immersing him in this feeling, making him forget everything but his desire and what was about to happen.

The person sitting nearby had always been with him—in body, in thoughts, in dreams.

He would never forget that day during their first year when he noticed him for the first time. At the very beginning of their time at Hogwarts, everything around them seemed new and unfamiliar. Draco, following his father’s teachings, had been trying to assert his superiority from the start. But when he saw him in the corridor that day, something inside him shifted. This person was different, not like the others who cared only about family name and blood status. He stood out, though Draco couldn’t pinpoint how exactly, but he felt it deeply.

Draco didn’t allow himself to dwell on it, choosing instead a more familiar path—mocking, nitpicking about his appearance, his manners. That’s how Draco had learned to deal with those who threatened his sense of superiority.

“Do you really think you’ll achieve anything at Hogwarts looking like that?” Draco sneered as he passed him in the corridor. His reaction was subtle, but Draco could sense that it wasn’t weakness like in others—rather, it was indifference to his words, which only made Draco angrier.

From that moment, their relationship took on a strange dynamic. He couldn’t shake the feeling that this person looked at him differently than everyone else, and the more Draco tried to push him away, the deeper he got entangled in these contradictions. As their time at school progressed, their paths crossed more often, and every time Draco saw him, a wave of strange emotions surged within him—irritation, anger, and something else that he couldn’t identify. But he knew that this person didn’t have warm feelings for him either. They constantly argued, clashing over the smallest things, as if both were trying to prove something important to each other.

On one hand, Draco recognized him as a worthy rival, deserving of his attention. But on the other hand, the way this person always threw him off balance, and how Draco could never win their verbal sparring, made him seek more reasons for their confrontations.

But by the fifth year, something had changed. His presence no longer stirred the intense emotions it once did. They still exchanged sharp remarks, but Draco sensed that their hostility had become more...pretend, somehow. He saw how this person attracted attention, chatting with everyone he met, and his interactions with their classmates started to annoy Draco for some reason.

Draco convinced himself it was just jealousy of his success, of his ability to make friends so easily. But the more he watched him, the more something else grew inside him. Then, that evening happened. Draco felt broken inside, his insides twisted with anxiety, and no one cared about what was going on in his life. And then he appeared.

“Malfoy, are you alright?” There wasn’t a hint of mockery in his voice, as Draco had expected, only concern. Draco wanted to brush him off, but instead, he opened up. That conversation was unexpected for both of them. Draco felt the armor he had carefully built over the years start to crack—because of him. After that, they started meeting sometimes in an abandoned classroom. It was a place where no one could see them. He didn’t laugh at Draco, didn’t ask unnecessary questions; they just talked, sometimes about trivial things, sometimes about serious ones. Gradually, Draco started to trust him, which was strange—that someone could see him for who he truly was, not the person he had become in the eyes of others.

For a long time, Draco didn’t understand what was changing in his feelings toward him, until one moment, when he mentioned he had spent time with one of their classmates, and something inside Draco snapped. Jealousy—that’s what it was. He didn’t want to know, and certainly didn’t want to see, how and when he had fun with someone else, that he was interacting with others the same way they did, turning his attention to others. The more Draco thought about it, the clearer it became—he didn’t want to be just his friend.

“Why do you waste your time on them?” he couldn’t hold back one day, barely containing his anger. It came out harsher than he intended. He hadn’t even planned to tell the truth, but everything—fear, jealousy, desire—had become tangled. Only when he admitted it out loud did Draco realize things had gone too far.

“I don’t want to be just friends,” he said quietly, trying to avoid eye contact. “I hate seeing others around you when you should be with me.”

And unable to handle the emotional pressure, he ran. After that, he started avoiding him, afraid of hearing an answer, especially a negative one. Draco felt weaker than he ever had before. When they met again later, Draco was on edge, bracing for rejection, thinking he might be mocked. But his response shook him.

“I’ve thought about what you said,” he began, and Draco’s heart raced faster. “And I realized that maybe I don’t want this to be just friendship either.”

A sigh of relief, mixed with joy, escaped Draco, but it was soon followed by a new question—what now? What was the next step?

“Now...” he stepped closer, and Draco felt his presence in a way he never had before, “...we’ll see where this goes.”

Standing face to face with him, Draco saw their faces were now so close. He had never imagined that such a moment could become so important to him, but now it felt like his entire world had narrowed down to this one person in front of him. He didn’t know what to do, how to react, but his body acted on its own, in the moment when something soft and warm touched his lips and his own pressed harder. His breath caught, and his heart pounded so fast, it hurt in his chest. Closing his eyes and surrendering to the moment, it was a new, unknown sensation.

As the kiss deepened, his legs grew weak, the ground felt like it was slipping away, and his hands instinctively reached up, searching for support. He tried to understand what exactly he was feeling, but his thoughts were too scattered. Despite the slight tremor in his hands, he kept holding onto his lover’s shoulders, wanting to be even closer. His lips tried to mirror the other’s movements, and his body responded, demanding more. He realized that he had never felt anything like this before, and this kiss would leave an indelible mark on his memory.

Memories flashed before his eyes, and the scene of their first kiss reminded him of how much he had wanted more. Now, fueled by that desire, he allowed himself to imagine how that scene could have unfolded, and as the tension became almost unbearable, he longed to completely lose himself in the ecstasy.

But he didn’t stop there—his body craved more. Draco carefully began preparing himself for the next step. While one hand stimulated his cock, his other hand slid lower, fingers plunging and stretching himself. These intimate, obscene movements were yet another step toward surrendering to his partner’s hands. His breathing became rapid, and he could no longer suppress the moans that escaped on their own, each new sound a reflection of his growing desire.

Draco knew the person watching him was already highly aroused, feeling their gaze burn into him, eager to see what came next. He had to show just how far he was willing to go for this moment. When he was ready to move to the next stage, Draco opened his eyes, meeting his lover’s gaze—there was no more shame, no awkwardness, only deep, all-consuming desire. No longer hiding his moans, he felt the tension inside him reach its peak, his body ready to give in to the wave of pleasure—when suddenly, another hand interrupted his release. He barely had time to process what was happening before that hand gripped the base of his throbbing cock, cutting off the path to his climax. A moan of frustration broke from his lips, full of disappointment and an unspoken plea to continue. Glancing over, he saw the other’s eyes filled with determination to push the moment to perfection—but on their terms.

“You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you?” they said, drawing their wand and, with a small flick, summoning a tiny but significant object—a ring. Draco knew that ring all too well, and just the thought of it being placed on him again made his heart skip a beat, but not from excitement—rather, from an internal protest.

The ring slid onto the base of his cock, trapping his erection in an unrelenting grip. Draco clenched his teeth, feeling its merciless tightness, holding him on the edge but not allowing him to finish. The sensation of his body begging for release while that small symbol of control denied him was both unbearable and perversely exhilarating.

“This is an attack on my pride, on my dignity,” flashed through his mind, a dull sense of indignation rising within him. Draco had always prided himself on his strength, but this ring challenged everything he thought he knew about himself. Yet at the same time, his partner—who knew him better than anyone—believed this was necessary. Perhaps it was a lesson, or a test, or simply a desire to see him in this helpless, submissive state.

He could have resisted, protested, but he didn’t. Deep down, Draco trusted his lover and allowed them to take the lead as they saw fit, even if it meant letting go of his pride.

“You’ll get through this,” they whispered softly, kissing him on the cheek. Their voice was filled with confidence and quiet encouragement. “But for now, I want you to focus on something more interesting than sulking over the ring.”

Hiding his dissatisfaction, Draco shifted uncomfortably, trying to adjust to the painful state of arousal, striving to maintain his composure. He focused on his lover’s words as they stood up, sitting on the edge of the bath and spreading their legs wider to give him better access.

“Why don’t you work here?” they suggested with a gentle nudge, leading him to a new task—pleasuring the one who was now the master of this scene. Nervously licking his lips, Draco slowly lowered himself, already knowing what he had to do, knowing that only he could enjoy this—and just the thought reignited the fire within him.

He pressed his lips to the sensitive skin, gently at first, then sliding his tongue over the surface, tasting what was so familiar to him. He teased with the tip of his tongue, savoring every response he heard in return. This wasn’t just submission or following orders—it was his own desire, his way of reclaiming some control, even in how he could bring his partner to orgasm.

“That’s right, Draco… you’re doing so well… keep going,” came a quiet, muffled moan, a heavenly sound to Draco’s ears. It made him eager to continue without stopping for a second.

Growing more confident, he worked his tongue, sucking, drawing out every new moan that only fueled his desire to keep going. He could feel the other’s control slipping as they gasped for breath, using his fingers to add even more contact, wanting to hear even more.

Draco knew he was on the right track when he heard the uneven breathing, plunging deeper, fully giving himself to his partner, while never forgetting that he too wanted not just to give pleasure but to receive it in return. The taste, the sounds, the sensations all merged into one, and Draco, the only one who could bring such pleasure, felt it was his privilege and his reward. He wasn’t about to miss a thing. He wanted to cum himself, but instead, he tasted only his lover’s orgasm, which coated his tongue as he licked it clean, reminding him just how far he was from his own release. That damned ring held him in place, forcing him to seek any small chance to free himself from its grip, but it held firm, driving him to the edge and each attempt at friction only brought more frustration.

Draco’s moans turned into quiet pleas. He could no longer hide his desire, and the words slipped from his lips:

“Take it off… please… take it off…” His voice was hoarse, filled with desperation. But the answer remained unchanged—no one intended to grant that request. Instead, with a small flick of the wand, his partner summoned a small bottle of lube, which appeared in their hand like a magic solution to all his problems. Draco looked at it, and his heart raced faster, this time from the embarrassment that flooded his cheeks with a bright blush.

“You’re a big boy today, aren’t you?” his partner teased playfully, handing him the lube. “Show me how you’ll handle this.”

Accepting the inevitable, Draco took the bottle with trembling hands. He slowly squeezed some of the slippery liquid onto his fingers, feeling its slick texture, and began preparing himself and his partner, sliding it across his own skin, trying to delay the moment when he’d have to go further.

Once his body was ready, he carefully, holding his breath, began lowering himself onto his partner. The depth was overwhelming, and at first, Draco felt a pain shooting through his body, as if he were being torn apart. He gritted his teeth, trying not to let his feelings show, but the look in his partner’s eyes was full of understanding and care.

“Try a different angle—it’ll hurt less,” they gently suggested, guiding him carefully, helping him find the right position.

Following the advice, he felt the tension ease slightly, his body starting to accept his partner more easily. The pain gave way to other sensations, and a sense of fullness spread through his entire being. He began to move, slowly at first, cautiously, but each new thrust brought the closeness he had craved so much.

Hands gently held his hips, helping him move, ensuring he didn’t lose the rhythm. That touch, full of care and desire, gave Draco confidence, and he began to speed up, finding the rhythm that brought him the most pleasure.

But despite this, the ring continued to hold him back, denying him the release he desperately sought. It was torturous but at the same time exhilarating—each new movement only stoked his desire further. Draco wanted to scream, to beg for mercy, but instead, he kept moving, trying to deal with his condition, searching for some solace amidst it all.

“Keep going… you’re doing so well, big boy,” a voice whispered, full of admiration and quiet joy. Those words made Draco blush again, but this time, he didn’t hide his pleasure. His body responded to every movement, echoing each thrust, merging with his partner in a shared rhythm. He moved faster, bringing more pleasure to both of them, and even though his own release remained out of reach, he knew he was doing everything right. And that was what mattered most to him—he belonged here completely.

As the tension inside him built to a fever pitch, Draco trembled, his mind almost shutting down. He was on the edge, at the very brink, and it was obvious to both of them. They both knew he was ready, his erection demanding an escape that wasn’t allowed. But now, with his lover also on the verge, as their movements grew more frantic and desperate, the ring was finally removed.

“Let’s cum together,” whispered a deep, passion-filled voice beneath him.

Barely able to process the words, Draco felt his hips lifted, and as his lover bent their knees for stability, they began thrusting into him fast and hard. It took Draco by surprise, and loud moans and gasps tore from his throat. His body arched, hands pressed against his lover’s chest, trying to find some support in this whirlwind of sensations, but every new thrust shattered the last of his self-control. He tried to hold off his orgasm, but without the restricting ring, it was impossible.

Barely able to speak, with ragged breath and a heart pounding desperately against his ribs, Draco managed to utter:

“Oh Merlin,” Draco gasped. “I’m so close… right now…” a voice full of despair and pleading, he only managed to warn that he was about to, no longer controlling himself, especially when he was pushed especially deeply, just along a bundle of nerves, which led him to ecstasy and feeling that the tension was reaching its peak, made his body vibrate, from touching a sensitive point. The orgasm covered him completely, and he was finally able to calmly, while releasing a stream of semen that did not end in any way, as if it wanted to empty everything that had accumulated in him over a long and painful time.

Completely lost in this ecstasy, with an empty mind, his body poured everywhere, on himself, on his partner's stomach, on the marble floor below them. As the last waves of discharge passed through him, he felt the world around him slowly begin to return to his consciousness.

As soon as he came to his senses, he saw that everything was stained with a milky-viscous liquid, embarrassment instantly overwhelmed him, flooding his face with color. It was unexpected and powerful that he couldn't believe it had happened to him, it hadn't happened before.

"I didn't want to... I'm sorry..." whispered Draco, in a voice full of shame, he didn't know how else to justify himself. "I didn't know this would happen..."

But before he could say anything else, they gently pulled him into his arms and kissed him on the lips without saying a word. Gentle and comforting, which instantly calmed Draco.

"It's okay, calm down," pulling away for a while so that their eyes meet. "You were beautiful. Everything that happened was... magnificent"

These words, dispelling the remnants of embarrassment, he exhaled deeply, allowing himself to relax again in the arms of the partner who stayed with him, supporting him.

"Do you really think so?" he asked quietly, still embarrassed but already calm.

"Yes, I want you to know that you're incredible," her lips touching him again

Those words were like a balm to Draco's soul, nodding quietly and accepting them, allowing himself to believe that everything was really perfect. In spite of everything, he was happy now, in this embrace, with this man.

[slytherin-girly]

Done/ A Draco Malfoy x reader one-shot

House: doesn't matter ~~~~~~~ (Remember u are beautiful!🤍) "Haha look it's little worthless!" Some slytherin shouted pointing at me. I walked faster trying to get away from them Everyone bullied me, even the trio "Awww look mudblood is trying to run faster! What a shame!" Pansy sneered at me. Laughs erupted everywhere around me. "Oi! Y/l/n!" Someone said grabbing my arm. "Trying to run. To bad your legs can't carry you any faster than a slug." Draco taunted. Silent tears trickling down my face. "Awwww is someone gonna cry" Pansy snickered. "You're a worthless filthy little mudblood. And you take up space here." He spat. "You're mudblood mother must've begged Dumbledore to let you in here. You're talentless! A waste of space!" Everyone snickered. "Leave. Me. Alone." I spat. "The bitch talks!" "Leave me alone! You achieved your goal! Say what you want to say! I am done! I'm done with your stupid remarks! I don't care! I don't care anymore! Say what you want to fucking say!" I snapped, everyone now staring at me in shock. "You did it! I want to die! I want to disappear! I don't want to be here anymore! You all made my life a living hell! I never did anything! You all achieved your goal with tormenting me every! Single! Day!" I yelled, everyone surprised of my outrage. I ran out to the girls bathroom, where Myrtle was. "Die then! No one's gonna notice anyway!" ~~~~~~~ "Oh hello Y/n, you never see me anymore how come?" Myrtle asked floating everywhere around the bathroom. "Myrtle, w-why is everyone so-so mean t-to m-me" I sobbed hugging my knees. "Oh Y/n I was bullied because of my glasses, people said they were... funny looking" "I don't see anything wrong with them" "I'll see you later Myrtle" I smiled sadly. "Bye Y/n come back soon" she said floating off singing if you called it that, or humming something. ~~~~~~~ I forced myself to go to dinner despite earlier. I sat alone, as usual at the end of the table staring off into space. "Hey Y/n" Harry said walking up to me "What are you doing here?" "Are you gonna eat that?" He asked, Ron and Hermione were behind him. "I don't know- no-?" "Good." He grabbed the bowl and dumped it over my head. Hermione and Ron laughed along with him and everyone else in the hall. I walked out angrily reminiscing the times when I was happy, a little girl who thought she could take on the world no matter what anyone said about her. Guess younger me was wrong after all. I had grabbed the towel out of my pocket and wiped all I could off and went to a lonely corridor and sat and cried. I learned to always have a small little towel at all times because I never know what could get dumped it thrown on me. "I just want to be happy!" I sobbed. "I just want a normal life!" I sighed and looked up at the moon. It had always looked lonely, but it was always accompanied by the stars. I heard a cough in the distance." Y/n." It was Draco. "Come to humiliate me more I see. Go ahead. Give it your best shot. Not like I'll be around long anyway." I mumbled the last part, more to myself. "Y/n please-" "No! You're right! I am worthless! I am taking up space! I shouldn't be here! You're right!" I shout. "No please listen-" "No! You're right! Maybe I should just disa-" I got cut off by his lips on mine. I hesitate but kiss back. "Now, I'm sorry Y/n. I really am. The only reason I did that was because- because I was in love with you and I didn't know how to show it." "Well you thought of a funny way of showing it." I grumbled. "I'm sorry. I really am." "It's okay." "What-?" "You are not as bad as pansy, I've been tormented by worse. At least you never dumped food al over me." "Be mine Y/n?" "Surely." I smiled. "Now let's get you cleaned up" he said dragging me away.

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[writing-fanics]

so like a Draco Malfoy x Potter!Reader.

they’d somewhat just recovered from Cedric’s death. (Cedric and her had a short but sweet romance they hadn’t had the chance to even go on a date yet)

and secretly started a relationship with Draco. but not long after saw him making out with pansy..

this was worse than the past bullying this hurt her so much. to the point she ended up feeling nauseous. she couldn’t believe it she’d finally moved on about Cedric..

she ended up completely shutting down and not acting like herself. Draco acted like everything was normal but she completely ignored her.

until Pansy said something about Cedric that pissed y/n off. she went off on her she didn’t care if she’d get detention she’s now dealt with two heartbreaks and couldn’t handle it anymore bottling up her emotions.

she shouted at her for being a bitch and how she saw her making out with her boyfriend. bad then she turned towards Draco and and told him off and telling him it’s over, as well before leaving the great hall going to moaning Myrtle bathroom crying….

imagine the death stare Harry be giving Draco.. omg..

Harry staring at draco after hearing that..

[thatone16216]

Draco Malfoy x Fem Reader

Requested by: no one (I actually kinda wanted to do this prompt soooo)

House: Hufflepuff (idk I just think him with a Hufflepuff would be cute, plus it prolly would have been my house if I wasn't a Slytherin)

Blood Status: Half-Blood

Year: 5th

l/n = last name

y/n = your name

"(L/N)!"

I roll my eyes as I hear the voice call out to me. I try to ignore it because I really don't want to deal with him right this second.

Or ever, but I don't even want to try to wish for that to happen.

I sigh as I hear footsteps approaching behind me. I turn around to meet the gray eyes of Draco Malfoy. At first glance, he's attractive as hell, but once you realize that he's nothing more than a spoiled rich boy, any and all attraction toward him dies. 

At least, that's what I keep trying to tell myself.

"Malfoy," I mutter, turning away from him and resuming my walk. I'm late enough as it is, and unfortunately for me, Snape is my teacher right now. "Why the attitude? One would think you didn't want to speak with me," Malfoy sneers. I roll my eyes. "What gave it away?"

His eyes narrow. "Look, (l/n). You hate me, that much is obvious. And I hate you, but you can't keep being all pissy whenever I talk to you." I snarl at him. "I'm pissy when you talk to me? What about you mister 'I'm better than everybody else because I'm a pureblood asshole with a rich family and a daddy who buys me whatever I want'? Remember that assignment we had to work on in 3rd year? The one where you didn't speak to me at all, pretended I didn't exist, made me do the whole thing, and then threw a fit because you failed for not having done anything?"

Malfoy's eyes narrow dangerously. "You're playing a stupid game with me (l/n). Believe me. You don't want my father involved." I snort a humorless laugh. "Is that the best you got? 'don't bully me or I'll tell daddy!' You're pathetic threats don't scare me, Draco. And neither do you."

I turn on my heel and enter the classroom, fully preparing a speech about how sorry I am to be late for Snape. 

"You're late, Miss (l/n)," Snape drawls. I huff. "apologies sir. I-"

"She was with me, professor," Malfoy interrupts. Snape raises a brow. "And what were you two doing that was more important than my class, Mister Malfoy?" I don't think he actually cares, but Malfoy answers him anyway. I wasn't expecting what came out of his mouth. Or else I would've slapped him before he said it.

"We were snogging in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom," he states, smirking at me. I gasp, blushing furiously, and do something nobody thought I'd do. I slapped him.

Okay, everyone knew I was going to slap Malfoy. Everyone, that is, except Malfoy.

"Why you little-" he starts before Snape interrupts him. "Detention for the both of you and 20 points from Hufflepuff. You will report back here to my classroom after dinner."

I head to my seat and sit down, rolling my eyes. "whoop-de-doo" I mutter sarcastically, slumping low in my seat.

~~~~~

l make my way to Snape's classroom, already cursing myself for being late. It's a weakness, it seems. I'm never on time for anything. By the time I get there, both Malfoy and Snape are having an intense conversation. When the door opens, they look up at me and glare in sync. 

"You're late, Miss (l/n)," Snape mutters. I nod an apology. "You two will clean every inch of this classroom from top to bottom. If it is not done by the time I get back, you will have another detention tomorrow. And you will keep having detentions until it gets done. Am I understood?"

"Yes professor," we both say. 

Snape nods, then turns and stalks out of the room. I sigh, making my way over to the broom closet across the room. Malfoy follows me. 

We clean in silence for about half an hour before I feel something wet drip onto my head. I look up just in time for a bucket of water to completely soak my face. "Draco!" I yell. Malfoy collapses into laughter at the state of me. "Draco?" He asks after a while. "I didn't know we were on first-name terms, (y/n)?"

I glare at him, then grab my own bucket of soapy water. Before he can see what I'm doing, I throw it at him, then collapse into giggles. He glowers at me for a moment, then his anger cracks, and he starts laughing as well. We laugh together for a few minutes, and when our laughter finally dies down, he speaks. 

"I apologize, (y/n)," he says. I look at him, puzzled. "For the water? You don't need to be sorry about that. I'm not mad about it and I got you back," I say. He shakes his head. "About third year." 

I look at him, even more puzzled. "You mean... the project?" I ask. He nods. "It was wrong of me to do that, especially to you. You were trying to help me the whole time, and I just pushed you away. I'm truly sorry for that. I'm also sorry for all the hell I've put you through since if I'm being completely honest."

I'm silent, still processing the fact that Draco Malfoy apologized to me. "It's okay. I mean, I was a bitch to you for all these years as well, and to be honest, your behavior wasn't the only reason I was disappointed with how you acted during the project." Draco's eyes shoot up, and the words tumble out of me before I can stop myself.

"I've had a crush on you since second year, so when I was paired up with you in that project during third year, I was excited, thinking it would finally be my chance to get with you. Obviously, I was wrong."

I flush and avoid looking at him, instead focusing on scrubbing this ink off the desk, that just won't wash off when a shadow falls over me. I look up and am shocked when Draco places his lips on mine.

I melt into the kiss, savoring the feeling and warmth of something I've wanted forever to finally be happening. Our lips move in sync, and I let out an involuntary moan as he slips his tongue into my mouth. The two of us part after a couple of moments, breathless and panting.

Draco smirks at me. "Well if I'd known that was all it took to shut you up I would have done it forever ago," he jokes. I roll my eyes and pulled him back in for a kiss. 

~~~~~

Narrator: When Snape came back, the classroom was most definitely not clean. In fact, the poor man had realized that it was probably worse than when he had left. There were more papers strewn about the room, some broken glass bottles, and a few toppled over stools.

He studied the sheepish teenagers in front of him. Their appearances were slightly disheveled, shirts untucked, and hair messy, and realized that the young Malfoy was badly hiding a hickey. The professor rolled his eyes. 

"Another detention. And next time, try to actually clean. And Mr Malfoy, cover that hickey for Christ's sake."

The embarrassed teenagers rush out of the classroom, leaving Severus Snape alone. The man rolled his eyes.

Ugh. Teenagers.