#Draco Malfoy ff

[dracowars]

H!i i love your writing and i wanted to make a request can you do a draco x reader where they have a fight and then they sleep in diffrent rooms and the reader has a nightmare so she goes to dracos room and then just fluff <3

fighter | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,2k

summary: where y/n and draco sleep in separate rooms due to an argument

a/n: i wrote this in one flow in the notes of my phone (i usually write on my laptop that's also why the " are different) and i don't know what happend, but i've never written something so fast. i hope it stays that way lmao enjoy <3 don't forget to reblog, it's so important!

warnings: angst, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

"I can't believe you are being serious right now!", you scream at Draco, physically retreating from him as you take a few steps back in your anger, anger about what he just told you. The atmosphere in his big dark bedroom in Malfoy Manor doesn't help the cold that is now surrounding you, neither does your light sleeping gown that you put on mere minutes ago to finally get some well deserved sleep. That is until you got into this stupid argument.

Your whole body trembles and you desperartely run your fingers through your hair, waiting for him to tell you that it was just a joke, that none of it is real.

"I knew you wouldn't understand", is the only thing that leaves Draco's mouth and if you had been a few more meters away, you would have probably missed his murmur. But you caught every word he said and it makes you even more furious.

"Oh, so you didn't even think about telling me that you want to take your father's place among the Dark Lord's entourage? The one of your father who is currently, if I may remind you, trapped in Azkaban?!", you say while fully realizing the impact of these words. Draco really wants to become a Death Eater and follow Voldemort as his faithful footman until he decides one day that he does not need him anymore either and puts him into the same prison his father is currently residing.

"See? That's why I preferred not to tell you because I knew you would react like this", Draco only sighs at your emotional outburst, rubbing his palms against each other as he looks at the dark wooden floor beneath your feet.

"So you now support the Dark Lord? Is that it?", you ask, now directly looking at him in utter disbelieve, ignoring his previous words. In your opinion, this is the only reasonable reaction when you are told your loved one wants to basically throw his life, and everything he has accomplished, away. And you are a huge part of that life which he would discard. Just like that.

"Y/N, you are missing my point!", Draco raises his voice now too, no longer being able to withstand the hurtful words you are throwing his way. "I need to do this, alright? It is none of your business anyway."

"N-None of my business?!", you stumble over your words, not believing your ears but one look at his face tells you that he is being deadly serious. For a moment, you hold in your breath and stare at him, looking into his eyes that seem to have darkened now.

"You know what? Alright, if it is your business and you want to follow in your father's steps, then I'm not needed here anymore", you say with a fake smile on your lips, passing him without looking at him again and leaving the room with fast steps. You do not listen when he calls after you, because if he really wanted to solve this, he would follow you. The fact that he does not, sends another dagger through your already suffering heart.

Standing in one of the cold hallways of Malfoy Manor, watched by the few family pictures that hang along the walls, you make your way to the next guest room where you plan on spending the night before being able to leave first thing in the morning.

You open the creaking door and enter the room, taking a look at the large bed with dark green bedding. Sighing, you let yourself fall onto the soft blanket in defeat and look at the panaled high ceiling.

The next moment, all the emotions come crushing down on you and you let your tears run free, crying into the soft bedsheets, grapping a fistful of it in your hand. You don't know how long you just lie there and cry bitterly, but when you suddenly jolt out of your sleep, drenched in sweat, it takes you a few seconds to realize where you are. The realization hits you painfully as you lean against the headboard, knees pulled towards your chest beneath the thick blanket and your hands trembling, pulling the safety of the fabric more towards you.

You thought you had already cried out all of your tears, but this terrible nightmare paralyzed your entire body and the tears streaming down your already puffed cheeks do not seem to stop. Trembling, you lower your forehead onto your knees, closing your eyes to dispose of those bad images, but they keep appearing in front of you. Crying into the blanket even harder, your mind comes up with the only plausible solution and before you know it, you find yourself standing in front of Draco's bedroom again, slowly opening the door.

With only your head poking in at first, you squint into the darkness, searching for any indications if Draco is asleep or not. When you only hear his soft breathing, you sneak towards your side of the bed and climb beneath the cold blanket as quiet as possible, trying to sniffle your tears.

Draco, however, senses that something is wrong and shifts in his sleep, turning onto his back. His hand slightly grazes yours and your breath gets stuck in your throat at the sensation. It only takes two more seconds until Draco opens his eyes, suddenly aware of the warm trembling body next to him.

Pushing onto his arms, he looks at you, confused, but once he hears your sobs, he takes you into his arms without any words, enveloping you in his warmth. Burrying your face in the crook of his neck, your crying grows even worse and you claw his shirt as if he could disappear any second.

"I-I was so scared, D-Draco", you stutter once you have caught your breath a bit more, holding your hands in front of your mouth to stop yourself from breaking down again. "Y-You were a Death Eater and they- they took you from me. H-He killed you, Draco."

Draco, who was busy wiping away your tears while listening, stops in his movement, his lips slightly parted in shock. In this moment, he hated himself for making you cry like this, for causing you such a horrible nightmare that you ended up thinking that you had lost him.

"He won't, Y/N. I promise", Draco whispers finally, not at all sure what he is supposed to say right now. On the one hand, he wants to make everything right again, but on the other hand he knows that he has responsibilites that he can't run away from.

"You can't promise me that", you sob, wiping away your tears by yourself now, your hands still a shaking mess.

"I'm so sorry, darling, but I have to follow him", he answers, his voice shaking as he softly takes your hands in his. "Otherwise he is going to kill me. But what is worse is that he is going to kill my family. He is going to kill you if I don't obey."

As he says these words and lets down his walls, you see a single tear running down his cheek, finding its way onto your intertwined hands below.

"We- We will find a way, baby", you try to assure him, squeezing his hand lightly. "You don't have to do this. We just need to fight. For us. For your family. For you."

"I will."

[shortnspidey]

DRACO MALFOY

“My father will hear about this!”

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[dr3amlab]

4. wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 2191 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — thank you so much for the love !! I've never thought that this would get any attention, really 🥹

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IV. AMORE, AMORE.

My dearest Draco, 

I think of you daily. It’s true. I think of you when I see green apples, books or even when I smell an expensive cologne. You probably don’t have a clue why, and trust me, neither do I.

I want to know everything about you; your favorite color, your favorite song and even your favorite season. However, i can't.

You see, i can't keep writing you these letters. I feel like i'm burdening you with my feelings, and it makes me feel horrible.

So i've decided that from now on, my feelings are mine to keep. 

This is my last letter.

I'll love you always, 

your secret admirer.

It was past midnight and you could see the moon shining brightly on your mirror. This night was a peaceful night, one of the most soothing you had known for a while, and yet, you couldn’t sleep. And as you couldn’t find a peaceful state of mind, you asked a question that plagued your mind to Athena who was also undoubtedly awake, "Athena," you started, "do you think I’ll ever forget draco?" , "what do you mean?" you could hear Athena shuffle in her bed, "Draco. Will I stop having feelings for him? Will I eventually forget him?" you clarified.

"I can’t tell you exactly, y/n," Athena spoke softly, "though, my mother once said  to me that you never forget your first love, they live in you forever," you could almost hear her smile through her words, "even if you move on, they’ll always have a special place in your heart," she continued, "as bad as it sounds, you’ll always compare your other lovers to your first because you’ll think that no one will ever be as perfect as them."

"So, i’ll never stop loving Draco?" you asked again with a shaky voice, "you’ll stop eventually," she said, "but your heart will never stop smiling at the thought of him," Athena yawned, signaling that morpheus was finally taking her in her embrace, "sweet dreams y/n," she whispered loud enough for you to hear.

You wished Athena was wrong for once. You hoped and prayed to Merlin that you’d wake up having no feelings for Draco Malfoy. Hell, you even hoped to wake up with an amnesia so you could forget the entire existence of the blond boy, even if it meant you’d lose your most cherished memories. How dare he? How dare he make your heart feel like it’s about to explode? 

Draco Malfoy was a heartless criminal that surely deserves a spot in Azkaban for he ruthlessly stole your heart and occupied your every thoughts without any permission. You wished to say that you hated every fiber of his being, but you knew that it wasn’t true.

"Tomorrow, I’ll give him one last letter," you thought, "then I’ll be done with him." You made yourself comfortable in your bed, "goodnight Athena," you finally replied.

On one side of the class, Draco was reading the latest letter he received from his admirer with, at first, a pleasant expression on his face but his face progressively got bitter as he got to the end of the letter, "What the fuck," draco whispered not so quietly as Theodore, his seat mate, heard him, "oi! What’s with the profanities," Theodore scolded teasingly, "man, shut up. I’m literally not in the mood for your bullshit," draco carped, "woah, dude, calm down! I’m just joking," Nott said in a dry tone, not really understanding the sudden outburst of his friend. 

"What are you even mad about?" Theodore snatched the paper out of Draco’s hand, "what is this? A love letter?" Nott cleared his throat preparing his voice to read the letter aloud, "My dear—" But before he could start teasing his friend, the latter snatched the paper out of Nott’s hands, "what’s wrong with you Nott? I literally told you that I was in no mood to deal with your jokes," Draco snapped grabbing the attention of all the students in the classroom who were previously chattering.

On the other side of the classroom, you were watching the scene unfold. You observed their little quarrel from the beginning, and you saw how draco seemed disappointed as soon as he finished reading the letter. You should be proud for your plan turned out exactly how you wanted: Draco took the bait, and was apparently smitten by his secret admirer. But why did you feel the opposite? 

'Horrible' was an understatement to describe how you felt right now. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t your brightest idea to write those letters to Draco because: The boy was losing his mind more than you wanted him to and you had realized that you actually like draco, and you would’ve preferred to stay in denial because those newly discovered feelings were not doing you any favor. 

"I feel horrible Athena," you whispered as you laid your head on your desk, "well, you can’t say that I didn’t warn you," she spoke in a singsong, "shut up please! Don’t rub salt in my wound," you whined, "you mean his wound," she rectified, "look at him, he's a thousand times more affected with this joke than he should've! Geez, I wouldn’t want to be Theodore right now," she tut-ted, "the poor guy just wanted to  cheer his friend up and now he’s getting insulted!"

You put your head back up to look at the two boys who were still arguing, "I wouldn’t want to be present when he’ll find out," she spoke, "find out what?" you replied tiredly. Athena frowned her brows in confusion, "that it was you who wrote the letters," she said in a hushed voice so only you could hear. Your face went instantly white, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"you put your head in your hands, "what am I going to do?" you whined, "he’s never gonna take my feelings seriously now," you mumbled. Athena looked at you sadly and rubbed your back as an attempt to console you in the midst of the chaos that was still going on. 

Never in your life you would've thought that you'd be worried to death on knowing if Draco reciprocates your feelings or not. Life is such a funny thing.

"Where is Slughorn anyway?" Athena tried to change the subject. "He’s like 10 minutes late, what is he—," she stopped mid-sentence when she saw the said teacher come Into the classroom, "Oh, speak of the devil! There he is." The teacher sighed with exasperation as he saw the commotion that was happening in his class, "Alright class please calm down," he said in an a voice that lacked authority voice for the boys continued to argue. "Please calm down!" he shouted and this time, he earned the silence he wanted with a bonus of startled expressions from the students.

Slughorn smiled with satisfaction, "First and foremost, I apologize for my tardiness," he said, "and for my little outburst. "He placed the books he was holding in his arms on his desk, "Now, let’s start the lesson shall we?" Slughorn smiled, "Can anybody remind me what we talked about last week?" An eager student raised their hands to answer the professor.

Draco heard their answer, yet he didn’t listen; he was too engrossed in his thoughts. Malfoy didn’t know what to think of this situation, why were they leaving him? Why is it that all the persons that say they love him always end up leaving him? He didn’t understand, was there something wrong with him? Could he fix his flaws? Draco knows that he’s far from being perfect, but then again no one was, so why is it that nobody wants to accept him as he is?

The blond boy couldn’t pin point the emotion he was feeling right now, was it fear? Disappointment? or maybe even sorrow? Draco couldn’t describe the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he sure can tell when he feels like utter shit.

Draco got pulled out of his thoughts by Theodore’s elbow nudging him. The blond boy looked at his friend confusedly, wondering why he called him out. Theodore pointed his chin in front of him and Draco looked away from Nott’s eyes only to meet Slughorn’s, "I’ll repeat my question. What is amortentia?" Draco couldn’t understand what the professor was talking about as he had spent most of the lesson feeling sorry for himself, "Amoretentia?" He mispronounced, "No, Draco, it’s—, " the professor got cut off.

"It’s only the most powerful love potion in the world." Granger replied with a hint of a cockiness in her voice, but only according to Draco, "it’s supposed to smell differently to each of according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and—," Hermione stopped mid-sentence and the girl looked like she made shocking discovery. 

"Shocking isn’t it, Granger?" Slughorn laughed, "How about you Malfoy, what do you smell?" Slughorn offered the potion to Draco for him to sniff. At first Draco was reticent but after a few seconds of reflexion, he took the  flask from the professor, "I smell vanilla, violets, and— strawberry cake?" Draco recognized that smell. There was no doubt in his mind that it was the scent that wafted from the pink envelopes. Draco’s heart frowned again, "if only I knew who it was," he thought.

"And you, Gorgon?" Slughorn offered you the flask which you took in your hands carefully, "Books, green apples," draco’s ears perked up at your words, "and—," you met Draco’s eyes and you felt a feeling of fear wash all over you, "and that’s it." You glared at Draco hoping to keep the appearances up. You almost gave it away but he didn’t notice anyway or did he?

"Alright!" Slughorn took the potion from your hand, "Amortentia is considered to be a powerful and highly dangerous potion. Despite its power, Amortentia does create actual love. The potion is—," Slughorn explained but neither you or Draco were interested in what he was saying  as you two were too busy giving a black look to each other, "Do you think he caught up?" Athena whispered to your ear, "I hope not," you answered as you broke the eye contact with Draco to look Athena but you still felt Draco’s narrowed eyes on you.

Perhaps the meteorologists weren’t the experts they claimed to be or perhaps, the weather was merely unpredictable for they didn’t warn the students of Hogwarts of the Cyclone Draco that was currently ravaging the hallway of the school looking for a person in particular.

"Sasha, there you are!" Draco’s shadow engulfed the younger boy leaving no light, "M-Malfoy," Sasha stuttered and Draco laughed, "S-Sasha," he mimicked, "you already know what I’m here to ask you," Draco gritted his teeth, "so spill the beans and don’t you dare waste my time," he menaced.

"I already told you that I can't tell you draco," the Hufflepuff cried, "I promised! I’m sorry but it’s not my place!" Draco poked his tongue in his cheek and turned away his gaze from the trembling form of the boy. "Promises are meant to be broken, aren't they?"Draco replied coldly as he got closer to the younger boy.

"Listen." Draco grabbed Sasha by the collar, "You’re going to give their name right now," Malfoy demanded once again but the boy shook his head vigorously and the blond boy sighed.

Malfoy released his grip on Sasha’s uniform collar and the latter fell on his buttock making him hiss with pain, "Sasha, Sasha," draco tut-ted, "I didn’t want to come to this," he faked a sad expression on his face, "I really appreciate you, y’know." The younger boy’s face displayed pure horror as he saw Malfoy reach for his wand, "But hey," Draco sighed, "Silly me to think you’d cooperate."

Draco pointed his wand towards Sasha, who was still on the ground, "Cru—,"The older boy started, "Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you please don’t do that," Sasha yelled, "I’m not sure Sasha," Draco shrugged, "Plus you know I’m not scared to say the cursed spells," Malfoy put up his hand again signaling that he was about to say the curse again, "Cruc—," he repeated, "Y/N!" the boy said while shielding himself from the potential curse that draco was about to cast. "Y/N, that's the name," Sasha said with a jerky breath.

Draco smiled satisfied that the boy caved in as he lowered his wand, "Of course it was her," he mumbled.

"Alright Sasha," Draco said as turned his heels to leave, "Loved talking to you, » Malfoy smiled, "See you around bro!" Draco emptied the hallway leaving a young boy that was probably going to be scarred for life.

[missstratford]

Charmed

A/n: This is for the anon who requested a fic for draco x reader where draco has a crush on the reader and its so obvious his friends keep teasing him. I’m so sorry but your request had somehow got deleted. I hope you read this and its turns out the way you  wanted it!❤❤

It felt weird to explain yours and Draco’s friendship, if that’s what you could call it. It had begun so oddly from random acts of kindness with no ulterior intent to smiling at each other down the hallways. Draco was the first to approach you, you remembered that day clearly when you had spilled an entire bottle of ink on your essay and began panicking at your desk in the library. As you tried to dab out the ink to no avail, so were surprised to see it disappear and leave your assignment as good as new, turning, you found a gently smiling Malfoy looking at you. “I know transfiguration essays are the hardest to complete. Good luck.” He whispered and stalked away as if nothing had happened. You sat there astounded as you had never before spoken to him. That’s how it started, the next time you found yourself leaving him a note of suggestion to change his ingredients for potions, he left you a herbology handbook and an extra quill in class. Soon your friends found themselves enthralled by the exchange, “Why would Malfoy become ever so kind just towards you?” they’d chime in with sinister smiles. “He likes you!” they concluded one sunny afternoon, “Stop being absurd. He’s just a nice friend and a lovely person in general.” You countered. “oh, but he has never shown anyone that much kindness before.” One of your friends said, “Yes! And have you seen the way he keeps looking at you during classes? It’s the most adorable thing ever.” Another added. This was new information, you had never before caught Draco looking at you, but one could argue that you were too busy paying attention in class to notice. It was decided then that you would see for yourself if Draco seemed truly interested in you.

The next class you shared with the Slytherins was charms, as you made your way towards the classroom, you stopped sharp. Around the corner you heard voices, unmistakably belonging to Draco and his gang of friends, “Mate you are so whipped.” Laughed Blaise. “I most certainly am not!” you heard Draco’s sharp voice. “Then why ever do you keep staring at her in class?” This voice belonged to Theodore. “i-��� Draco was cut off by Pansy’s giggles, “Is that why we heard you calling her name in your sleep?” “Oh, do you remember when he was drunk last week? It was something I wish Y/n was there to see.” Guffawed Blaise. Your cheeks heated up, had you misheard your name? “Ah yes, I could never forget! OH Y/n, My sweet Y/n. I wish to dance with you in my arms darling!” Theo laughed as Pansy imitated Draco. “Shut up you lot, we’re going to be late for class. Let’s go.” You heard Draco. Before your mind could register what was happening, Draco rounded the corner straight into you, “Oof- Who do you think y-“ his temperamental ranting was cut short when his eyes landed on you. “Y/n” he said trying to form a sentence, his cheeks turning a bright shade of scarlet. “I-how-how long were you standing here?” he stammered, “Long enough to hear your friends talk.” You answered expectantly.

 Saying that you had a crush on Draco would be an understatement, you were smitten with the lad. From the moment you got a glimpse of his true nature you couldn’t help but wish to bask in his attention all day long. All you ever felt like whenever you saw him was to run your fingers through his blond tresses and pepper kisses to his charming face. “I can explain” His desperate voice brought you back to reality. A small smile tugged on your lips. “I don’t want an explanation.” I want you to be mine. The unsaid words were obvious to all but him. Draco seemed to not catch on, he took a step forward, “Y/n please let me explain. Its all a misunderstanding” he fumbled with his fingers trying too hard. You heard his friends giggle, “Just ask her out you dimwit! She likes you back for Merlin’s sake!” they shouted. “Wha-Y/n do you- Are they” as Draco tried to gather himself, you couldn’t wait any longer. You stepped forward and crashed your lips to his, silencing him. As you two parted, Draco lifted his fingers to feel where your lips had been just moments ago. “Does this mean you’ll go out with me this weekend?” he asked expectantly. “not just this weekend, the weekend after that and the one after that. If you want?” you said with a bright grin. “Yes! Yes of course!” he laughed lifting you and twirling you around. “Draco!” you shrieked in surprise, “Well be late to charms.” “Darling, you’ve already charmed me, what more could I want.” He said softly, putting me down, his lips kissing yours soon after.    

[mastermindmiko]

What a relationship with Draco Malfoy would look like

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + gn!reader

Word count: 394

Summary: head cannons and imagines of what Draco Malfoy would be like in a relationship 

Trigger warnings: none, but let me know if there is any.

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Requests are open

He adores rings and he will get at least two news ones every week. Whenever you compliment his rings he will give them to you, and when he gives you a ring, he will throw a fit if he doesn’t see you wearing it. He sees it as a way of showing people that you’re his and only his. 

He would never wear a ring from anyone except from his mother and you, other than that he will never wear a ring he hasn’t purchased himself. 

He can never express his words properly and how he is feeling, so he writes them in the form of poetry or he conveys them while he plays the piano. 

He won’t ever let anyone read his personal poetry but on special occasions like; your birthday, Valentine’s day, or your anniversary, he would write you a poem expressing how much he values and loves you.

If you are already in a relationship with him he will not say I love you first, no matter how much he loves you. 

He loves spending time in the quidditch pitch, it’s his other sanctuary other than the astronomy tower. When he starts trusting you he will take you first to the astronomy tower, but when he starts to really love you he will take you to the quidditch pitch. Flying gives him freedom, therefore so does the quidditch pitch, if he takes you there you have every right to feel special.

[dracofuego]

A Strange Thing Called Love pt. 3

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Genre: Slowburn, Angst, a bit of Fluff

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: So sorry for the delay! For this chapter I also added a tiny portion of Draco's thoughts. This is something I am experimenting and am debating whether I want to incorporate this in the future chapters. I still hope you all enjoy reading!

Parts:01 | 02

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Chapter 3: Linger

A storm of dread drenched you for the past two weeks. Since that night at the Astronomy Tower, Draco has been avoiding you. That very next day in potions, he sat near the back of the classroom.  Whenever you tried to catch his gaze he would intentionally avert your direction.

It was preposterous the amount of times you tried to get his attention for him to simply turn a blind eye. Concern and confusion were only the few things that were crossing your mind as you tried to make sense of him. Nonetheless, if he wasn’t acknowledging your presence now then it was simply foolish to believe otherwise.

The night at the Astronomy Tower was the first time you believed you saw the genuine side of Draco, and it only made your feelings for him grow stronger. You have never seen him be so gentle with anyone, and you felt lucky that you were able to experience seeing that.  Feeling despaired, you thought maybe you scared him off with your conversation about the constellations, particularly the one where you mentioned that one of your favorites is Draco. Thinking back, it was absolutely ludicrous. If only you could go back to that night and prevent the words from coming out of your mouth. 

But this is reality and to your dismay, the situation is more complicated than that. Grabbing the soft fabric that was hanging on your feet, you pull it over your body as your back lays flat against the stiff mattress. You stare at the nothingness of the dark ceiling until you fall into a dreamless sleep. 

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The rays of sunlight fell against the parchment paper of your notebook that laid on top of your lap, the light bouncing back up to the leaves of the towering tree above your head as it reflected off each red, yellow and orange mellow sweetness. The light breeze brushed along the edges of the leaves, letting them dance happily. Waft of earthy musk reaches your olfactory senses as your eyes catch sight of the scenery in front of you. The placid water stretches for miles ahead while flakes of gold reflect on its smooth surface. Setting your notebook to the side, you take off your shoes and deftly avoid stepping on the loamy soils and rough pebbles hidden beneath the grass, each step bringing you closer to the lake. 

Goosebumps crawl all over you as the icy water wraps around both your ankles. Lifting up your robe a bit higher, you walk further into the water. Your feet adjust to its temperature, and you merely admire the beauty gifted by mother nature. Inhaling a deep breath, you feel your diaphragm contract, as the fresh air flows to your lungs and enters your bloodstream before breathing out.

Looking back down at the water, you see your reflection staring back at you. You stay there for a moment observing it. There is a solemn expression; a hint of absence present on the once filled brightly eyed orbs. Unable to watch any longer, your hand reaches into the water and pushes it away. The image is immediately disrupted, and all you see are the vibrational movements of the water. 

Going back to your spot you slump back down against the tree, placing the dark soft fabric on your wet feet along with your black shoes. Wanting to try and distract your pessimistic thoughts, you close your eyes and try to place your mind somewhere peaceful. A huge landscape appears, the vibrant green grass covering most of the ground as you lay down in a white, elegant dress. Your hands reach up to the soft fluffy clouds, all while a bright morpho butterfly lands at the tip of your index finger, its beautiful iridescent blue wings flapping against each other. A loud crunch scares the butterfly, propelling away from your finger to the clear air. Your eyes linger to the magnificent creature with its figure appearing smaller the farther it goes.

The calmness was interrupted by the sound of a certain voice, one you didn’t expect to hear so soon. 

“Why is it that whenever I want to have a moment for myself I run into you?”

You opened your eyes and turned your head to the direction of the sound, his hands were placed in his pockets as he leaned against the side of the tree. The question caught you off guard, and to be honest you weren’t exactly sure how to respond to him. Instead of thinking of an answer, you grab your notebook and place it back inside your satchel. He notices this and stares, seeing that you were getting up from your sitting position and adjusting your robe, walking away from him.

“Running off now?” 

Looking back, his hands still in his pockets with his steely eyes observing you. You slowly bring your hands to the ends of your hair, playing with them nervously. “I don’t mean to. I just don’t want to be in your way anymore. Sorry.” Right when you tried to walk away again he continues,

“Let’s just sit down for a bit.”

Your mind was shouting at you to ignore him and leave, but the beating of your heart was louder than that. Your legs made the decision as you slowly walked back to the tree you just left a few moments ago, now accompanied by the boy who continues to make you so jittery.

The two of you stay quiet for a moment, bringing the same ambience as that night in the Astronomy Tower. The large ball of orange hue lighting up the entire canvas above, resembling your favorite clementine sitting perfectly on an azure plate. There is just something so fascinating about watching the sun, and even its many rays have done justice to illuminating the person next to you, bronzing a bit of his naturally pale skin. 

You hesitated to try and ask him, but you figured if you wanted answers then it was best to do it now. “Why did you leave?”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

Your fingers make their way to the flap of your satchel, carelessly fiddling the leather material. “That night at the Astronomy Tower. You just left without saying anything.”

The silence after the question drags on for a bit as Draco tries to think of a response. Truth to be told, he has no idea why exactly he felt the need to just leave. What he did encounter that night was a slight warmth deep inside his chest. It was very faint, yet it was there and noticeable. The light warmth lingered on until he left. He did not understand it. The hollowness that had followed him for the majority of his existence had slightly disappeared when the warmth crept in. Today the familiar warmth returns, lingering. The rays of light glistening on him were not helping either.

“I just had to leave.”

“Then why did you avoid me whenever I tried to reach out to you?”

Draco sighs, clearly getting frustrated by the question.  “Because we aren’t exactly friends and it shouldn’t matter to you.”

You didn’t want him to know that his response stung your heart, because in a way he is right. The two of you weren’t friends and that night at the Astronomy Tower was purely a coincidence. A coincidence you wished would be the start of something more. 

But then again, why did he bother to stay with you just now?

“Why can’t we be friends?”

Draco looks at you, his eyebrows rising up as if the answer wasn’t already obvious. “We are from completely different worlds. Just because you try to be nice doesn’t give you an obligation to be friends with whoever you please. I consider you an acquaintance, that’s all.”

HIs response dumbfounded you. The words echoing back in your brain. He doesn’t believe that you were worthy enough to be his friend, which in it of itself was another stab wound to your heart. Gripping the shoulder strap of your satchel, you look into his frosty orbs. The golden rays make his eyes appear more glassy, his pupils rather tiny as the light gains entrance to his eyes. 

“Have a good day, Draco. You can keep the quill. I don’t need it anymore.”

The sounds of your soft footsteps faded, leaving behind an ambivalent Draco.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾　　☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

The unknown is something that always piques the interest of humans, wanting to discover and find the answers of the uncertainty that lies within. The mystery of the unknown had its own set of missions, and this time it had decided to target Draco Malfoy. The darkness would slowly creep up behind his back, its dark claws pressing against his shoulder blade while the small hairs on his back stood up making his heart pace abnormally fast. He had only started to notice the unusual feeling recently. It had been bothering him for a while, not knowing whether it was something that he had to fear. But he knows that he should not fear the unknown, as fear will only show him cowardice. 

Trying to clear his thoughts, he figured a trip to the lake would help heal his mind for a bit. He sees a figure calmly sitting against the trunk of the tree. His feet tramped against the ground, stepping on the branches and twigs hidden from the tall grass. With a closer look, he sees that it was you.

And that same warmth returns.

The mountains of iced walls built in the exterior of his chest had started to melt off. The smallest bit of flame gaining entry into a passageway inside his heart, lighting up the darkness of the frozen land within. This warmth in his heart lingers for a bit as he gazes over your soft features.  This lingering feeling was so foreign. His heart yearned for more of it, and it beat louder and faster, signaling the small flame to continue lighting up the freezing darkness. Only then would the heart finally understand this strange phenomenon. 

Unexpectedly, the small flame in his heart is quickly smothered by a snowstorm. The few parts of the ice walls that were melted off in his chest have regained their structure, now guarded with sharp icicles. The small flame surrenders, knowing that at its size it will not stand a chance in combat. 

The coldness he is familiar with comes back, the feeling bringing him comfort.

He is aware of his callousness amongst others. So when you started questioning him about absolute nonsense, he wasn’t afraid to treat you just like anybody else. You weren’t anyone significant, at least that’s that he thought. When Draco told you that you were just an acquaintance, he didn’t think much of it. It was the truth after all.  A Malfoy shouldn’t be friends with you. The two of you are polar opposites; different houses, personalities, and most importantly, status. 

He watched you become visibly upset, the softness of your voice from earlier dissipated. The tone in your response was stern, your fingers clenched the strap of your satchel as your eyebrows furrowed before turning and walking away.  A strange sensation swelled in his chest. It was a feeling that he didn’t recognize; it wasn’t annoyance or hatred. But it was something that bothered him solely because he has never experienced it before.  He believed that this feeling was enough to asphyxiate him, and for some odd reason his curiosity wanted more of this strange sensation; to understand it.

Now that he was completely alone beside the tree, the unknown darkness greets him as it creeps up again behind his back. One thing Draco realized now is that this unknown feeling would disappear momentarily whenever the small flame lingers in. And if he wanted this to go away and understand the foreign sensations he had experienced today, then he would have to reach the source of the flame. 

Maybe this time the darkness will hide for good once the light shines through. 

[dr4core]

DEUCE, d.m.

amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the heiress to the Ravenclaw throne voweth to avenge her parents’ tragic demise at the hands of the Slytherin empire, even as she finds herself entwined in a forbidden romance with a certain crown prince, the very son of her sworn enemy.

♱ pairings. draco malfoy, ravenclaw reader

♱ genre. angst, forbidden love, historical, royal au

♱ tags. ooc, tyranny, crown prince!draco, classism, misogyny, violence, war, rebellion, suggestive, smut, double life, explicit language, more to be added

♱ series masterlist -> soon

PROLOGUE.

ACT I. THE HEIRESS

ACT II. THE PROPHECY

ACT III. THE BETROTHED

ACT IV. THE GRAND DUKE

ACT V. THE ORDER

ACT VI. THE MAGE

ACT VII. THE REVELATION

ACT VIII. THE ENEMY

ACT IX. THE LOVER

ACT X. THE EMPRESS

EPILOGUE.

[sunnyie-eve]

Misunderstood Masterlist

Series: Harry Potter

Paring: Draco Malfoy x OCF Snape!

Summary: Madeline Leah Lewis-Snape, a half blood witch. She grew up seeing her father here and there but spent most time living with her Aunt. Finally of age she receives her letter to Hogwarts and is excited to see what’s to come. Little does she know that the upcoming years where going to be way different than anyone expected. New friends, old friends, crushes, enemies, and death, a lot of it was coming her way.

{ Ch.1 | Ch.2 | Ch.3 | Ch.4 |Ch.5 | Ch.6 | Ch.7 | Ch.8 | Ch.9 | Ch.10 | Ch.11 | Ch.12 | Ch.13 | Ch.14 | Ch.15 | Ch.16 | Ch.17 | Ch.18 | Ch.19 | Ch.20 | Ch.21 | Ch.22 | Ch.23 | Ch.24 | Ch.25 | Ch.26 | Ch.27 | Ch.28 | Ch.29 | Ch.30 | Ch.31 | Ch.32 | Ch.33 | Ch.34 | Ch.35 | Ch.36 | Ch.37 | Ch.38 | Epilogue }

[starlitsilvereyes]

Evergreen

written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt: New Beginning | inspired by Like Real People Do by Hozier | CW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurities | Read on Ao3

Soft rumbles of thunder emitted from a sky bruised with purple and dark blues. Draco laid beneath it, his head pillowed on a patch of grass. Lips slightly parted, he breathed in the scent of petrichor, reminding him of the storm that there is to come. 

The first droplet of drizzle landed on his cheek, making him flinch. Yet he remained, unmoving as the lake nearby. 

It didn’t take long until it was pouring. His clothes clung to his skin, the ivory linen uncomfortably cold and wet. He knew it was already ruined, stained by the mud and remnants of dried leaves. He would never have the heart to look at it again, knowing what it looked like before. It looked so perfect, almost unreal. 

The clouds cried and cried, cried as though it were tears of grief. Cried as though they were the ones about to lose everything.

When the first blaze of lightning slashed through the sky, Draco could no longer hold his agony. 

And so he cried. Cried and cried until his mouth was dry and his throat hurt. Cried until his eyes burnt like wildfire, a river of tears flowing yet never eliminating the sting. 

Draco almost missed the sound of leather boots sinking on muddy soil. The storm had started to calmed a bit, but his sobs have only gotten stronger. 

He could feel someone beside him–a familiar warmth and the distinct scent of spices and lilies. 

Draco quieted down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. 

“S’okay.” Harry mumbled softly. Too soft that it almost made Draco weep again. “It’s just me.” 

Draco wanted to say it wasn’t ‘just’ Harry. It was never ‘just’ Harry. It was his home– all that was left of it. 

A hand–too cold for Draco’s comfort, but he didn’t mind–laid on top of his, rubbing the water that has settled on surface of his skin. 

That was when Draco broke down again. 

Almost no sound had left his mouth, only dry heaves as he frantically apologised. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know I’m not perfect and–” 

“S’okay.” Harry kept repeating, as though it was the truth. “It’s just a ceremony.” 

But it wasn’t just a ceremony. It was supposed to be their wedding. They had it all planned for more than half a year–from the date and venue down to the flowers scattered along the secret garden. 

Draco waited all his life to marry Harry. But as he stood at the end of the altar–looking back at Harry’s handsome face–Draco knew he deserved none of it. 

And so he turned his back before he could fully watch Harry’s fallen expression, running away from everything he has ever dreamt of. Running away from the life he desperately wanted to hold at the palm of his hands. 

“I’m sorry.” Draco kept repeating. Despite his honesty, the words felt like lies spilling from his lips. He hated himself the most. He hated himself for hurting Harry. 

“S’okay.” Harry echoed. “We shouldn’t have rushed into it. I’m sorry.” 

Draco opened his eyes, squinting at the sudden burn from all the crying. He was met by the sight of Harry, handsomely dishevelled. His clothes just as ruined as Draco’s. 

The truth was, they weren’t rushing into it at all. They had been together for four years until they decided– thought– to get married. It was Draco’s idea, because Harry kept telling him of his dreams to be married and start a family he so longed for. Draco didn’t want to keep him away from that. All he ever wanted was for Harry to be happy, and now he was ruined. They both were. And it was all Draco’s fault. 

“It’s not your fault.” 

It was as though Harry had read Draco’s mind–he probably did. 

“You don’t have to pretend it isn’t,” Draco says, his voice hoarse. He couldn’t look directly at Harry’s eyes. He was afraid of what he might see–afraid of hurting Harry even more. 

Harry takes a shaky breath. “We don’t have to get married.” 

“Harry–” 

“Marriage is just an economical proposition or some shit people made up to get miserable people to stay together.” 

Draco looked at Harry. “We are miserable.” 

“No, we aren’t.” Harry denied, even though they both knew Draco was right. 

They fell silent for a while. The rain finally stopped, light slowly replacing the darkness of the sky. 

“We don’t have to get married now,” Harry says. Draco could tell he was hurting, and all he wanted to do was to take Harry’s pain away and give it to himself. He would take Harry’s pain even if they were sharp knives; even if they were the worse of curses; even if it were the kiss of death. But Draco knew couldn’t, not when he was the one causing Harry pain. 

“But it’s your dream,” Draco replies softly, full of regret. 

“You are my dream, Draco.” Harry’s bottom lip quivered, as though he was just as frustrated as Draco was to himself. “And if you aren’t ready for marriage now, we can do it later. When we’re both a little bit older and wiser…” He trailed off. “Hell, we could never do it even.” 

“Harry–” 

“Marriage means nothing if it’s not with you.” Harry reached out, cupping Draco’s face with his hands. “And I can wait, I promise. For as long as you want– need– even if it takes me a hundred lifetimes.” 

“And what if I’m never ready?” Draco asked. He thought he’d never been more afraid of saying something until this moment. “What if I’m not fit for marriage?” 

“You are not obliged to marry me,” Harry said, firm as though he had been so sure of his decision all his life. “I mean it when I say we could never get married and I’d still love you.” 

Warmth blossomed within Draco. He loved Harry too, he always will. 

“Whether you’ll ever be ready or not, I still love you.” Harry whispers, as though he was keeping a secret. “And if the time comes, I’ll be here waiting. I’m a patient man, Draco. I would wait longer than forever for you.” 

Draco laughed wetly, pressing a kiss against Harry’s lips just to keep him from promising things Draco didn’t deserve. He kissed Harry harder and pulled him closer, even though he didn’t deserve it. To him, Harry would always be too good to be true, too good to be his. 

He knew he didn’t deserve a lot of things, but Harry deserved everything . Harry deserved to be held, through his worse and better days. He deserved to wake up in a soft bed, his body wrapped in warm blankets, pressed against the one he loves. He deserved a cup of freshly brewed coffee against his lips every morning; his fingertips stained with pigment as he painted the most beautiful scenery there was to exist. 

Harry deserved to be loved . And so Draco loved him– loves– and will love him for as long as he lived, for as long as he could, for far longer than the end of time. 

Draco wasn’t certain about many things, but he was certain that he’d love Harry, even after the last of his breath, even after the last of the stars have finally dimmed their light. Even if he’ll never be ready.

[siennafrxst]

↳ forbidden love 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

synopsis: draco and y/n used to be friends at a young age, until draco’s father found out that y/n was a muggle born. he instantly forbid them to ever see each other again, and the only thing draco could do was oblige. until year 1 of hogwarts started, and the prior childhood friends managed to resolve things between them (without the knowledge of lucius). and here comes year 6, where draco gets his dark mark, and his friendship with y/n is affected because of it. they try to talk things out, which results into the release of many emotions that were previously hidden.

pairing: draco malfoy x female muggle gryffindor reader

universe: harry potter

cw: angst

word count: 930 words

"Dang it, Draco. We've known each other for more than half of our lives already, and you still can't fully open up to me?" Y/N exclaimed at him.

Draco and Y/N were currently hidden in one of the more unknown hallways of the enormous black castle, their loud voices echoing against the walls of the stone walls. They have never fought like this before, which was scary for Y/N. She wasn’t sure how to react to the situation—to him.

"It's not that easy, alright? Things have changed about me—about us. It's different compared to 10 years ago," Draco exclaimed back.

She paused for a while, pondering about what he had said. The words lingered in her head as she questioned her thoughts. Things have changed... they weren't as innocent as they once were. Not as playful, bliss, or clueless in life's mysteries. They had matured—grown up. But how does that explain his hesitance in trusting her?

There was a moment of absolute silence. Deep in her own thoughts, Y/N inhaled deeply, breaking the tension. "Please, Draco... You know you could always tell me anything," she confessed sincerely.

"No, not this time. You wouldn't understand," he argued, his eyes trailing to the floor, unable to maintain eye contact with her.

"Draco..." she called out to him again.

"No, Y/N, I can't do that to you," he insisted, not taking his eyes off the floor. She couldn't know... he just couldn't bear to burden her or to see her reaction. It would only ruin their friendship.

And then, she blurt it out.

"I-I love you, okay? Please, talk to me," she confesses, her voice now starting to break.

Taken aback, Draco’s eyes immediately shot up towards hers. "No no no- you can't love me. I'm a horrible, horrible person.”

"Draco, that's not true," she said, taking a step towards him.

"Oh, but it is." And that was when he pulled his sleeve up, revealing his dark mark engraved on his arm.

Y/N gasped softly, putting her hands over her mouth. She finally let the tears she had been holding back stream down her cheeks. Of course, it all made sense now—Harry’s suspicion was right. All the missing pieces to the puzzle had been found and completed. After all this time, under all the lies and cover ups, Draco was still under the control of the vile expectations from his parents. And the fact that he was dealing with it all alone… he felt the need to hide it from her.

With no hesitation, she immediately rushed towards the blond and wrapped him in a warm embrace. “I’m so sorry, Draco… I had no idea.”

He glared at her carefully, standing perfectly still. Out of all the scenarios he had played out through his head, Y/N hugging him and apologizing was certainly not one of them.

"I still love you, you know?" she whispered softly against his chest.

"You really shouldn't though. But if it means anything, I love you too," he said, hugging her back.

They both smiled in each other's arms. They were never exactly the physical type, but this one, simple yet everlasting hug held a lot of significance. Maybe it wasn’t too late to fix things between them.

—

As Y/N entered the Gryffindor Common Room, she spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione waiting for her with worry on their faces.

“Where have you been? We were worried as hell,” Ron complained, his ginger eyebrows creasing in distress.

"Sorry guys, but I was with Draco," Y/N informed them truthfully.

"Wait, why?" Hermione questioned, slightly surprised. To be fair, at this point, if Y/N wasn’t with the Golden Trio, she was probably with Draco.

"We had some problems, so I went up to him to ask why," she explained to them.

"Well, what did he say?" asked Harry in curiosity.

"He said that he had changed, and I kept asking him but he didn't tell me. So then, I told him that I love him and he-" Y/N was cut off.

"You told him that you loved him? Bloody hell, Y/N, I never knew that you loved him." said Ron, giving her a certain look. His eyebrows practically wiggled at her, a playful smirk now plastered on his face.

Y/N noticed his odd expressions and gestures, shaking her head in disagreement. “What? Noo, I didn't mean I love him in a romantic way. I meant in a friendly way,” Y/N reassured them.

They all glared at her with confuddled expressions written all over their faces.

"Well, what was his response?" asked Harry.

Y/N hesitated for a while, knowing how they would react. "He finally told me why he was acting differently, and he told me that he loved me back," she mumbled, looking down.

"He what?" repeated Ron, almost seeming to smile.

"But, it's in a friendly way," Y/N repeated.

"But—this is Malfoy we're talking about. What if he got the wrong idea? And what if he loves you but—in a different way," said Hermione, looking at her.

Y/N reflected on Hermione’s comment, taking it into account. The worst part was that the possibility of her statement being true wasn’t far off. Knowing Draco, he could have misinterpreted the meaning of her words and his response might have just been a spur of the moment thing.

She shook her absurd trail of thoughts, finally responding to Hermione. "No, of course not. Besides, he's with Pansy," Y/N replied, a hint of disappointment evident in her voice.

I got lazy halfway through writing this, sorry guys. 😭

[dracowars]

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

part of the family | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x potter!reader

word count: 1,1k

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

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

warnings: none

universe: harry potter

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[embodyingchaos]

(─‿‿─) melt your heart masterlist

last updated: 19th july, 2023 newest: chapter seven warnings: bullying, violence, kissing, cursing wattpad: (i usually update here first than on tumblr) moodboards: julianna's

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[dr3amlab]

3. wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 1721 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE —We all need a friend like Athena. Tell me what you think!

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

TAGLIST — @hopefulfuturenovelauthor​ @charlenasaxen​ @johnmurphys-sass​  @alittlebitofinsanitea​ couldn’t tag @louieblue2 and @born2222die

III. OBLIVIOUS IDIOT.

Dear Draco, 

You shine so brightly, no wonder why you were named after a constellation. I don’t like to admit it but, sometimes, when I’m stargazing, I unconsciously find myself looking for your stars, and deep down, I think it’s just so I can see you for a little longer.

You’re the first person I think of when I wake up, and the last person that crosses my mind when I lay my head on my pillow. You tuck me in with reveries and dreams of you ever loving me back.

Draco, I think you’re my first love. My heart is all for you.

Yours truly,

Your secret admirer

Draco was laying on his bed while holding the letter carefully in his hands for he was scared to cause the slightest damage to the piece of parchment. He couldn’t help but to read the words over and over and over again in hopes to find even the smallest clue to finally put a face to this « secret admirer. » Alas, there was nothing to identify this person.

Malfoy felt hopeless for he couldn’t recognize the handwriting and never saw someone use the same stationary in Hogwarts. He’d hate to admit it, but since he started to receive the letters, he has been analyzing his surroundings more often: Draco would try to see if any of the pieces of paper were similar to the ones he received or even to see if he could match the handwriting.

Though, there was something that could help him identify his secret admirer: The scent. You see, every time he’d receive a letter from that Hufflepuff boy, a sweet scent coming from the pink envelope would make its way to Malfoy’s nose. However, the fragrance could only be smelt for a few seconds before completely disappearing. And so, It was a faint and an unreliable clue, but still, it was a clue and draco would take anything at this point.

« You’re still reading this Malfoy? » Blaise asked as he closed the door of their shared room, «yeah, I’m trying to figure out who they might be from, » draco said nonchalantly, « I can tell, » Blaise replied, « you’ve been receiving these letters for like I don’t know— two months? And since then, every time I come into the room you’re always reading them.» Zabini removed his jacket and threw it on his bed, and then sat on the latter while facing draco, « are you like in love or something? » Draco threw a pillow on Zabini, « ow! I’m just saying, » Blaise whined, « I’m certainly not in love with someone I don’t know Blaise.» Draco put the letter that was formerly in his hands on his bedside table, « I literally don’t care about those letters. »

« I, personally, in my opinion, » Blaise pointed to himself, «think you care about the letters, » he shrugged, « I also think you’re completely, utterly smitten with your secret admirer, » draco scoffed, « what makes you say that? The statement you’re making is clearly stupid. You’re not making any sense, » draco said, « I, personally, in my opinion, » draco repeated Blaise’s words, « think I’m just curious to know who’s writing these letters to me. That’s it. » Blaise looked at him closely and did not reply to his friend knowing damn well they’ll only end up fighting. The two boys fell into a comfortable silence, leaving each other to the company of their thoughts.

Draco lied, and he knew that his dearest friend caught on. He cared deeply about those letters; it felt nice to Malfoy to see how someone seemed to care deeply about him and perceived him in a a way that nobody ever did before. It felt funny to Draco : How could someone see beyond his cold and heartless persona and see him for more than he showcased himself as? He didn’t know the answer to that question, but he sure hoped to know it one day. Until then, Draco will keep that question close to his heart, to make sure he’ll remember to ask his secret admirer.

« I’m curious though, » Zabini spoke up making Draco’s train of thoughts stop to a halt, « Y/N. We haven’t heard of her for a while. Like, she didn’t prank you or anything for weeks, » Draco smiled remembering the last encounter he had with you, « Oh, come on! Y/N? I’m sure she gave up, she probably couldn’t find a better counterattack, » he smirked, « Stop being so cocky Draco, » Blaise smiled back at his friend, « I suggest you stay alarmed, it’s the quiet ones you have to watch, » he warned jokingly, « look at you being wise Zabini, » draco laughed.

« Oh come on, Y/N, » Athena huffed, «are you still writing those damn letters? I thought it was a one time thing and you’d be over it by now.» You stopped writing mid-sentence to look up at Athena, «You just don’t understand Athena, I have to. It’s vital for me to embarrass him, » you defended, «��plus, as a Slytherin, I ought to be a determined person. »

 « Yeah, right, » Athena started, « so it’s vital for you to write him little love letters every day just so you embarrass him? » Athena sat down next to you, «but, tell me truthfully, aren’t you embarrassed y/n? ‘Cause honestly I would be if I were you, » she scoffed, « wait, » you changed positions so you could face her better, « how is it embarrassing? »

« You’re an oblivious idiot aren’t you? » Athena put her hands on your shoulders and looked at you straight in the eyes, «you are writing to him little poems filled with love every day! That’s a thing lovers do for each other, » she said, «and those letters seem so genuine if you ask me, I wouldn’t be surprised if you ever told me that you’re in love with Malfoy. » You slapped her hands off your shoulders, « Me, in love with Draco? As if! » you scoffed, « I’m only doing this so I can get back at him! I don’t care about him, at all, » you said defensively. 

Athena broke into a fit of laughter and all you could do was to look at her with frowned eyebrows, « w-why are you laughing? » you stuttered, «I don’t recall saying anything funny! » Your cheeks turned red from frustration, what did you say that made Athena laugh like you said the funniest joke ever? 

Your childhood friend wiped her tears, « Y/N, my love, » she started, « we both know that if you didn’t care about the dude, you wouldn’t be fueling whatever childish feud you both have, » Athena explained, « and you’d be ignoring his existence like you’ve been ignoring Cormac, » she added, « I think that you actually care about draco and you may even want to snog him, potentially.» You touched her forehead to check if she had high fever, because she was saying some absolute nonsense. « Are you high? Drunk? Sick? » You questioned Athena, « You’re saying some crazy stuff right now Athena. »

« Y/N, my sister in Salazar, we both know that I’m right, » she shrugged, « plus, I know you like the palm of my hand! I clearly am in the right position to confirm that you do in fact have feelings for Draco Malfoy, » she elaborated, «Again if you didn’t, you wouldn’t be doing all of this, » she pointed to the stationary laying on your desk, « you’re in love, babe. » Without adding anything else, Athena went to her side of the dorm room leaving you with your thoughts 

You felt like Athena opened a pandora’s box inside of your mind for all you could think of was that you may actually bear feelings for Malfoy. Athena’s  words kept repeating in your head over and over again, and you couldn’t deny that she may be onto something: Were you playing these wicked games along with draco just because you wanted to have some sort of connection with him? 

If you thought deeply about it, playing those games with Malfoy may have been an excuse to have a constant presence in his life because deep down, you didn’t want to be forgotten by Draco: Going by your logic, If you pulled some stupid pranks on Draco that would mean that he would always notice you and therefore you’d always be on his mind.

Sure, those games the two of you were playing did start out from a part of rivalry. But if you were to be honest, you did find draco quite handsome and there would be no doubt in your heart that you would actually like him if he didn’t open his mouth to speak on the day you first met him.

You glanced again at the half written letter in front of you. You lifted it up, and started to read it.

Dear Draco, 

I think of you daily. It’s true. I think of you when I see green apples, books or even when I smell an expensive cologne. You probably don’t have a clue why, and trust me, neither do I.

I want to know everything about—

You put the letter down and put your face in the palm of your hands. The words you’ve written on the piece of paper were probably the most genuine sentences you’ve put into together in a while : You actually do think of Draco when you smell an expansive cologne for he had the most intoxicating smell. And you’d always wonder what the blond boy is currently doing at the sight of green apples.

To anyone else, the words you’ve written may seem mundane and they probably do not hold anything special, but for you they did. You obviously weren’t Kafka or Shakespeare for the way you constructed your sentences to confess your feelings weren’t exceptional and were far from deserving a Nobel prize for literature. However, you realized that you did mean every word you wasted your ink for and that said a lot of things.

«Shit, she’s right, » you thought, « I think I like Malfoy. »

[thehalfbloodedwitch]

for the event for draco ❄️

a blurb request- you and draco go christmas shopping 🛍

Memories Blurb (D.m. x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

Summary- The reader is determined to go shopping for Christmas decorations, but Draco isn't really a fan of shopping.

A/n- In love with this concept may! Hope you like this!

Words- 791 words

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You begged and yanked at Draco's shirt, "Please Darco," as he sat sternly next to you on the couch, "No no no, absolutely not," he murmured while folding his arms.

You wanted to go Christmas shopping because in your opinion you didn't have any Christmas decorations for the tree and the house, but Draco on the other hand suggested that they used magic to decorate everything which you disagreed with as you wanted to decorate the house in your own way without magic.

"Come on Draco, Christmas comes only once a year, if you don't come with me for shopping then have fun spending Christmas alone," you said, standing up and ready to leave.

And then Draco sighed in defeat and grabbed your hand saying, "Okay fine darling, you win" to which your face lit up like a child was given a chocolate frog.

Draco urged that you purchase the decorations in the wizarding world shops, but you chose to go to the muggle world shops instead because the majority of them were places you were extremely familiar with and would remind you of the Christmas ornaments you and your muggle friends used to buy as children.

You went to Liberty London with Draco to buy decorations for the Christmas tree that you both had purchased from the wizarding world's store and had at home.

You admired the store as memories flashed before your eyes, "Draco, this is a very well-known muggle store called Liberty London, when I was young, I and my friends used to come here to buy all of our Christmas decorations," you stated.

The store was decked in red and green, and the employees were dressed properly for the holiday season. Draco commented, "Wow, the muggles haven't done that horrible of a job to make a decent store."

You dragged Draco around the store to find the decorations you wanted, "What's next?" Draco asked as you looked through your shopping list, "Snow globe" you replied as your eyes glanced towards a shelf on top of which snow globes were kept.

Draco gave you a quick glance before turning to the direction you were facing and turning back to you with a smirk on his lips. "You want that, huh?" he questioned, gesturing at the top of the shelf where the snow globes were kept.

You nodded, and Draco said, "Get it beautiful," folding his hands as he smiled at you. You added, "Watch me," and you walked over to the shelf, trying to reach it with your toes but failing because your hands could only reach the third shelf.

Draco chuckled and you huffed, "Can't you see your poor girlfriend is trying to pick something up from a shelf?" to which Draco responded, "Yes, I can see that". You glared at him and said, "So shouldn't you help her out?"

Draco laughed out loud and nodded, and then walked up to the shelf and took it without even having to struggle for a second. While Draco contained his chuckle, you gave him a quick glance and took the globe from his grasp. When you stared at him, you were unable to control your laughter and had to laugh out loud.

After adding everything you needed for Christmas you and Draco went to the cashier to pay for the items.

"Your total is £456.75," said the cashier who packed all of the decorations in a Christmas-themed bag and handed it to Draco while you paid and said, "Thank you" and left the store.

Draco asked, "Are you happy now?," and when you replied, "Yes, very," he asked, "Shall we go back? and you both nodded. After returning to your home, you decided to invite everyone to help you decorate the house and enjoy Christmas.

You asked help from the Weasley family, Luna, and Hermione, who all helped in decorating the house with the ornaments you had purchased. Draco made the decision to prepare the Christmas dinner, and Harry and Ron joined him. Together, you, Molly, Luna, Ginny, Hermione, Fred, and George decided to finish the house's decoration before inviting the other guests.

After spending approximately two hours decorating and putting everything up, you all asked the other guests to join you for Christmas dinner and a party. The night finished with you and Draco sharing a kiss while Harry pretended to gag as you glared at him. When everyone departed the house, you all looked at the pictures and videos you had all taken.

"So, how was the day?" "It was amazing," you responded as you went through the pictures you'd taken and kept a picture of you and Draco kissing as your wallpaper. Draco grinned at you, kissed you on the forehead, and snuggled you to sleep.

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[mumoloveless]

Negative Fanfic review:

Draco Malfoy and the Mirror of Ecidyrue

I wanted to make a review of this Fanfic because I don't understand why people like it so much. It was really bad.

So I wanted to start by saying the fanfic should have been tagged with torture, because that is what happened to Draco in the very beginning.

By the second part of the Fanfic Draco acts like a pick me for gryffindors, affirming throughout the fanfic that he is not evil even though his gryffindor friends act really shity towards him. This is so out of character for Draco.

He excuse himself and try to convince his "friends" (the golden trio) that he didn't do the evil thing even though they have no evidence it was Draco or a reason that didn't involve him being a Malfoy. To a point where Potter affirm he must have doing the evil thing unconsciously because he is a Malfoy. Then blaming Draco for not telling them everything he does when they have proven over and over not being trustworthy.

Potter behavior being always creepy following him everywhere 'just to spend more time with him' when he is actually spying to find proof he is the one doing evil. Would actually make sense because of the canon. Then Potter transformed into Theo (who he thinks is Draco dating) and on Draco's bed he tries to make Draco admit he is behind the attacks, if Draco didn't realize it was Harry and he did dated Theo the situation easily could have ended up really bad (Draco being SA)

The bashing of the whole Slytherin house portraying them all evil and so out of character; stupid, with not self respect etc.

Severus Snape being emotionally abusive towards Draco and on top of that, Draco adoring him, looking up to him and trusting him even after all that. Is also out of character.

Narcisa being a useless and neglectful mother, letting Lucius beating Draco up. Also out of character for the both of them.

I'm not saying that a Fanfic is not allowed to be bad, but I can't understand how this Fanfic is so famous, and everyone who recommended it is afirming it's really good, when in reality it's not.

The story lacks good description of feeling and logic, everyone except Ron is so out of character. Also there wasn't actual Fluff/Angst, just misunderstanding and really just blaming everything on Draco just because, the golden trio being abusive towards Draco while pretending to be his friend.

I think maybe because it was such a long Fanfic people automatically think is good, I have notice in the ao3 community how much they value word counting. Word counting dosen't really make a Fanfic good quality.

I was really disappointed on it, I wanted to post my opinion in the comment section of the Fanfic on ao3 but I know how sensitive authors can be to negative comments so I'm doing it here.

[damsel-in-mistress]

Broke - Broken by damsel_in_mistress

Mentally and physically beaten like a disobedient house elf under his father’s cruel command he still stood tall – and that’s how she recognized him. For, other than that, he looked nothing like the young man she used to know – and yet, he was still the same.