#You and Draco in a relationship

[nobodybutapathetic]

You and Draco in a relationship be like:

(This is totally accurate.)

(⚜️‘s:) What he will do to make you feel special:

⚜️ Will spend tons of galleons for your anniversary or even almost everyday.

⚜️ Tons of neck biting.

⚜️ Hair ruffling when he’s bored.

⚜️ Would lay on your lap and you’d lay on his too.

⚜️ Kisses on foreheads, nose, neck, chin and lips 24/7

⚜️ A so called Prince Charming to you

⚜️ Would introduce you to his family a few months later when you two started dating. ⚜️ Would plan what the future would be like when you’re his wife.

(💚’s) Nicknames:

💚 Love

💚 Darling

💚 Sweetheart

💚 Dear

💚 Sunshine

💚 Red

💚 Apple

💚 Mine

💚 Lovely

💚 Princess (🔞’s) What he’d do and what he thinks when in bed:

🔞 Would tease you with his tip

🔞 Mostly ass spanking or groping

🔞 Obsessed on how you moan out his name so loud

🔞 Would go faster than you expected

🔞 Pinning against the wall

🔞 Daddy, good girl, mommy, slut kink

🔞 Neck biting and leaving hickeys

🔞 Secretly loves it when you suck and palm his member

🔞 Loves how you taste

(🖤’s) What’d he do to cheer you up when you’re depressed or in a bad day:

🖤 Would say that he relates to most of the bad things you’ve been to

🖤 Offers tissues all the time

🖤 Would cry before you even started talking

🖤 “Who done this to you!?” “You’ll be fine later. I promise.” 🖤 Kisses you to help comfort you

🖤 Holds your hand to remind you he’s always there for you

🖤 Would remind you he’s the only one who will believe you on any situation especially when people don’t

🖤 Might be overprotective

🖤 Would wipe your tears and later dance with you to relieve your mind

(💛’s) What’d he do to make you happy:

💛 He would give surprise kisses on your neck and hugs

💛 Would smile at you almost every minute

💛 Winks at class

💛 Would buy presents everyday when class ends

💛 Calls you nicknames and tells “I love you” every time

💛 Convinces his parents to let you stay at the manor for you to hangout.

💛 Hanging out at your favorite places

💛 Snogging in the common room, cabinet and mostly his dorm

💛 Cuddling

(❤️‘s) What’d he react when he sees you with other guys:

❤️ Would pretend he’s happy whenever you’re around but would death glare the man who you were with when you leave

❤️ Would insult them and warn them

❤️ “See that hickey on her neck? Yeah, they’re my initials.”

❤️ Would grab your arm and whispers to your ear to leave

❤️ “Who was that man you were just with?”

❤️ His father will hear about them and would do his absolute best to keep them away from you

❤️ He would brag about how much you love him more than how much you love the man

❤️ Would talk through gritted teeth

(⚠️‘s) What’d he react when you two have your first sex:

⚠️ He would literally be surprised on how talented you are

⚠️ Would compliment every time

⚠️ He’d be blushing at first but, he can’t just get enough of you

⚠️ Tries to make it the best day you’ve ever had in your life

⚠️ Would allow safe words to make sure you’re okay on what you two are doing

⚠️ “Are you sure about this? You must verify it first, love.”

⚠️ Kisses you every time when you feel pain

⚠️ Would massage you when you feel extreme pain and pleasure

(💜’s) What’d he do when you feel scared:

💜 Would keep you in his arms for the rest of the day

💜 Secretly is scared too but tries to show you that he’s brave

💜 Would say comforting words in your ears and hums your favorite song

💜 Would try to change your thoughts to other thoughts and memories that are happy

💜 Hugs you tightly and turns the AC on to cover you both in the blanket, making you both warm

💜 “Hey remember that time when…”

💜 “Always remember that I’m here for you, alright?”

(This was like a whole entire essay but, I wouldn’t mind to make it longer if my teacher DID ask a whole essay for this subject.)

[beegomess]

T.N. || Are we bad for that?

Summary: Trapped in arranged relationships, you and Theo live a secret passion amid appearances and betrayals. While Draco, your boyfriend, pretends to fulfill his role to maintain appearances, Theodore fights against the jealousy and attraction he feels for you. With Camille, Nott's girlfriend, suspicious, each stealth encounter becomes a risk, threatening to expose a forbidden desire that challenges her responsibilities. Warnings: Mention of betrayals.

Orders are open!

His relationship with Draco Malfoy has always been a well-designed farce. Since the fourth year at Hogwarts, when your families decided that you would be the ideal couple, everyone's expectations began to dictate each movement. For the outside world, you were perfect together, but, deep down, you knew it was all a facade.

Draco was not the kind boyfriend everyone believed in. He had a cold and calculating way of treating everything and everyone, including you. And although he kept appearances, he did not deprive himself of other girls, always telling his achievements to Theodore Nott, a very close friend. Knowing these details only diminished the guilt you felt for getting involved with Theodore.

The connection between you and Theodore began in a subtle way, but grew quickly. It was not something you planned to change, on the contrary, there was an almost morbid excitement in keeping the relationship secret. Both knew that Draco and Camille, Theo's girlfriend, were not completely dedicated to their respective partners, but that didn't matter. You weren't worried about changing anything, just about keeping what you shared.

It was a winter night at the Malfoy mansion, during a dinner that brought together some of the most influential families in the wizarding world. The dining room was illuminated by floating candles, and the tables were filled with fine plates and crystal bowls. Draco, by his side, seemed more interested in talking to other boys, children of his father's close friends, who came from outside London especially for that night, than in paying attention to you. He rarely looked in your direction, and when he did, it was with an indifference that you had already gotten used to receiving.

Theodore was sitting on the other side of the table, next to Camille, who smiled politely at everyone. Your presence was a constant reminder of the complexity of that situation, but you simply didn't care. Camille was a good person, but her existence was irrelevant to you. The only thing that mattered was the look that Theodore threw in his direction from time to time, full of silent promises.

During a break between the dishes, you murmured some excuse to Draco and got up, walking towards the mansion's library. I knew Theodore would understand the signal and follow it soon after.

The Malfoy library was immense, full of rare books and curious objects, a place where few dared to enter alone.

You hid among the high shelves, your heart accelerated by anticipation. A few minutes later, he heard gentle steps approaching. Theodore appeared, his eyes shining with the same expectation you felt.

- That drug never seemed to end. - he murmured, with a mischievous smile.

- Believe me, it was worse for me. - you replied, allowing a smile to escape.

He got closer, and the world around him seemed to disappear. Theodore always had a way to make you forget everything, even if for a few moments. The proximity between you was inevitable, and before you could hesitate, you pulled him for a kiss, one that carried all the frustration and desire they had accumulated throughout dinner.

Theodore's hands were on his waist, pulling her closer, almost as if he needed you at that moment, while you let yourself be carried away by the moment. The library, usually a place of silence and reflection, was now a witness to a meeting full of secrets.

In the midst of the intensity of the kiss and the impulse that Theodore gave you to climb to a table nearby, his body bumped into a pile of books, causing some of them to fall to the ground with a deaf thuck. You laughed, the sound of your voices filling the empty space.

It was at that moment that they heard steps in the hallway. The two froze, and Theodore quickly walked away, trying to pull himself together. It was too late to hide the tracks, and when Camille appeared at the entrance of the library, her curious look turned into something more suspicious.

- Theo? - Camille called, looking around, trying to understand what was going on. - Is everything okay?

- Yes, dear. - He replied, with a forced smile, that he couldn't dissipate the tension in the air. - Are you okay?

You observed Camille, but without any concern or remorse, just an indifference that you were already used to feeling. Camille took a step forward, her eyes passing from Theodore to you. There was something in her eyes that suggested that she knew something was wrong, but she wasn't sure what. Maybe he had heard the laughter, maybe the sound of the falling books would have aroused his curiosity. Anyway, she didn't ask directly, she just threw a warning look at Theodore.

- We need to go back. Dinner should already be at the end. - she said, her voice slightly tense.

Theodore nodded, but before leaving, he threw one last look in his direction, trying not to show the discomfort he was beginning to feel. There was a resentment in Camille's voice that he chose to ignore.

When you finally returned to the dining room, Draco was once again involved in conversations, but this time, he noticed his approach. He briefly interrupted the conversation to cast a serious look in his direction.

- Where were you? - he asked, the tone slightly irritated.

- I went to get some air - you replied, without worrying about hiding the annoyance in your voice.

He narrowed his eyes, but didn't insist. Draco didn't really care about you, but he knew he was expected to act like a caring boyfriend, at least in front of others.

As dinner progressed, you realized that Draco began to approach you in a way that he rarely did. He touched his hand from time to time, leaning to whisper comments in his ear. His touch was not affectionate, but there was a certain physical intensity, an attraction that was not related to feelings, but to desire.

You realized that by maintaining these appearances and getting closer physically to Draco, you could instigate a more possessive reaction in Theodore. So, with every touch, with every whisper of him that made you smile, your mind wandered momentarily to Theodore, but just enough to allow himself to react to Draco convincingly. What you did was not just keep the appearances; it was a subtle game to measure the effect on Theodore.

Camille, sitting on the other side of the table, seemed increasingly attentive to her interactions with Draco. She watched more carefully, noticing every calculated gesture, every smile you forced next to Draco. She wondered if you were really happy, but when she saw how well you pretended, she concluded that even if you weren't, no one would notice.

When dinner finally came to an end, you got up next to Draco, still feeling his touch on your back, but it was Theodore who dominated his thoughts. Draco, indifferent, cast one last look in his direction, as if he were just ensuring that he fulfilled his role to maintain appearances and, perhaps, meet his father's expectations.

Camille, with a suspicious expression, approached Theodore, who seemed even more distant and angry.

- Theo, are you okay? - she asked, in a soft voice, but there was an evident concern in her tone.

Theodore kept his gaze fixed at a distant point, avoiding her eyes.

- I'm just a little tired. - he replied, his voice loaded with a restrained irritation.

Camille hesitated, noticing the tension in the air.

- We can spend the night together, if you want. Maybe this will help you relax - he suggested, trying to sound comforting.

Theodore finally looked at her, his eyes hard and impassive.

- No, Camille. I prefer to be alone. - he said, firmly, but not rudely.

She frowned, surprised and a little hurt by the rejection, but did not insist. He just nodded slowly, moving away from him with a dejected expression, while Theodore remained motionless, lost in his own tumultuous thoughts.

The next morning, Hogwarts was as usual: students rushed through the corridors, the first classes already in progress, and a characteristic cold of the castle hovered in the air. As you walked to your Spell class, you felt a firm hand pull your arm, dragging it into an empty corridor.

It was Theodore. Your face was tense, your eyes shining with a jealousy that you recognized immediately.

- What was that last night? - he asked, his voice low, but loaded with emotion.

You frowned, even though you knew exactly what he was talking about.

- What are you talking about, Theo?

He took a deep breath, struggling to maintain his composure.

- How Draco was touching you... As if he cared. - The words came out almost like an accusation. - Did anything else happen after I left?

You couldn't help but smile, even though you knew Theodore was genuinely bothered. There was something almost irresistible about seeing him envy, a feeling that gave him a strange sense of power.

- Theo, nothing happened... - you started, but the smile on your lips betrayed your words. He narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced.

- I saw how he looked at you, how he touched you - Theodore insisted, his hand still holding his arm as if he needed this connection to anchor himself. - And you didn't seem bothered.

- Don't be ridiculous, Theodore. - His voice was slightly provocative as you leaned a little more towards him. - He's my boyfriend, what did you expect me to do?

The jealousy in Theodore's eyes did not disappear, but he seemed to relax a little with his answer.

- I just... I don't like to see you with him like that - he admitted, the voice now lower, almost a whisper.

- So don't look. - Your answer was almost playful, but there was an underlying seriousness in your words. - We still have a relationship...

Theodore opened his mouth to answer, but before he could say anything, you heard steps approaching. She was one of your friends, walking down the corridor towards you.

Quickly, Theodore let go of his arm and walked away, trying to disguise the tension between you. Your friend didn't seem to have noticed anything strange, but took a curious look at Theodore before turning her attention to you.

- We are late for the Spells class - the girl said with her voice indifferent.

You nodded, exchanging one last look with Theodore before following your friend down the hallway. Theodore stood still for a moment, watching you move away, his heart still racing by the conversation and the anger he was trying to suppress.

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[blorger]

Hello and welcome to today's instalment of "Harry doesn't know what he's feeling when he's feeling it". I'm in the middle of going through the books (for nerd reasons) and I stumbled upon this passage:

And the thing is: this happens in book 1, right at the beginning of the school year. Not only have Draco and Harry interacted very little so far but the inciting incident that made Harry react this way is peculiar.

You see, Harry here is thinking back on his first ever potions lesson, where Snape tried to humiliate him at every turn. In that scene Draco does not interact with Harry, all he does is be a gleeful spectator to the dressing down and also make potions. Literally.

Draco mentions in the scene:

The slytherin boys (or at the very least the ones Harry knows so far) are amused by Snape's roasting of Harry

2. second verse, same as the first

3. Draco is good at potions, this irritates Harry

That's literally everything. All Draco is guilty of here is being present for Harry's humiliation and being competent at something Harry is trying for the first time. Yes, he's laughing at Harry's misfortune but this is not described as a performance for his benefit (unlike in later books where Draco will make sure Harry sees him laughing at his misfortune). Harry sees Draco's reaction (and Crabbe and Goyle's) but are they the only ones laughing or are they the only ones Harry is paying attention to? Harry explicitly says, in the second passage I mentioned, that he tries not looking at Draco+ Crabbe&Goyle; this to me implies that he's especially conscious of them and their reaction.

As I remarked here about their very first interaction, Harry's feelings towards Draco are, from the get-go, more complicated and nebulous than one might think. If I had to name what sentiments Draco inspires in Harry in these first interactions, I'd say a non insignificant one is inadequacy.

We can see that during the first potions lesson, and again at the thought of a shared flying lesson, Harry very much dislikes the thought of being seen failing by Draco . Why, on Harry's very first night at Hogwarts he has a nightmare and you know who's featured prominently in it, witnessing Harry in an embarrassing situation and laughing about it? None other than Draco Lucius Malfoy.

I find this interesting because Harry claims his feelings towards Draco are similar to what he feels towards Dudley (at this point in the narrative he's remarked on it more than once) but Dudley's actions towards Harry are intentional (pre-Hogwarts dudders loves bullying Harry) whereas Draco has yet to do anything to Harry other than try really badly to befriend him (and be stung by his rejection).

Furthermore Harry, from what we see from his interactions with Dudley, does not seem to be at all self conscious of the way he behaves in front of his cousin nor does he measure his achievements by comparing them with Dudley's. I'd say his general attitude toward Dudley is dismissive, in complete contrast with the competitiveness he feels with Draco yet, somehow, Harry keeps associating the two in his mind.

There's this element of self-fulfilling prophecy in Harry and Draco's interactions (no doubt because jkr is telling us to dislike Draco before showing us why) that I never noticed before. Harry dislikes Draco at first sight (more accurately, he's unsettled by him and decide this means he dislikes him) so he's going to look for other things to dislike in order to reinforce his bias:

Draco receives packages from home? Wow, he's spoiled just like Dudley, nevermind the fact that countless other students are undoubtedly receiving just as many packages.

Draco is a competent beginner potions student? Oh wow, it's just like that git to succeed in a class taught by another git (essentially: if you're favoured by a bad person that means you're bad too)

And because these reactions don't happen in a vacuum, Draco notices them, which fuels HIS complicated emotions vis-à-vis Harry. Add all of this to the feelings of rejection he has no doubt been stewing on and voilà, you have the birth of Draco's decision to be Harry's enemy (since he can't be his friend).

tldr: Harry indadvertedly started the rivalry with Draco and Draco followed suit because negative attention is still attention.

[clumsily-stacked-fandoms]

I'm rereading the Cursed Child after five-something years and I'm laughing at how much gay vibes this has like COME ON

SERIOUSLY???

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Draco is taking this a little too seriously

[drarrily-we-row-along]

October 2: Friends, Family, Loved Ones

It was Harry’s birthday, and as much he felt embarrassed when a big fuss was made over him, he loved that Draco had planned him a party out in the manor grounds, a big white tent lit up with sparkling fairy lights.

The food was good and the company even better. All of his friends, family, and loved ones gathered around playing games and telling stories; then once they were drunk enough, singing karaoke. He was giggling into his glass of wine (his favorite: Draco had given him an entire bottle just for him) as Hagrid finished a mopey ballad.

Draco was looking unbearably smug about how happy Harry was and Harry couldn’t help but find the smugness horribly endearing. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to his rosy cheek, warm from wine and happiness, “I love you,” he murmured before tucking his nose against Draco’s neck, “thank you for a brilliant birthday.”

“Sap,” Draco accused with a soft tsk, but he was pulling Harry closer, pressing kisses into his hair. “I have one more surprise for you,” he said, and Harry could hear the quiet undercurrent of nerves.

He kissed Draco’s neck, pausing to suck lightly at it just to hear him gasp and feel his body wriggle, “you’ve spoiled me rotten today already,” he said and he’d meant it to sound accusatory but it only came out ridiculously pleased and terribly fond, his whole chest like spun cotton candy, fluffy and light, and sticky sweet.

“Well,” Draco said, “this one is a little bit selfish.”

Harry hummed and just cuddled a little closer so that he was more in Draco’s chair than his own.

"I have to get up to give it to you," he said, chuckling softly and pressing even more kisses into Harry's hair.

With a heaving sigh, he forced his body upright once more with a piteous groan.

His boyfriend leaned down and pecked his lips, "Love you," he murmured against his mouth.

"Mmmh," he hummed, wrapping a hand around Draco's neck and drawing him closer.

"Menace," Draco murmured, kissing him, kissing him, kissing him, like there was nothing else that he'd rather do.

Harry grinned up at him when he pulled back, trailing the tips of his fingers over Draco's flushed cheeks.

"Tell me you love me," Draco requested, soft and sweet, smiling and open.

"I love you," he said, soft and sure, the truest thing he's ever known.

With a mischievous smirk, he gave Harry a wink and sauntered off. It was a couple minutes later when Draco appeared on stage, wearing a sequin top and a pair of short white shorts, tummy peaking out as he pulled the microphone out of the holder.

He cleared his throat, "I wanted to thank you all for being here to celebrate my very favorite person," he said and Harry's face stretched into a smile so wide it made his cheeks hurt. "And also for bearing witness to what's about to happen," he added as the choruses of 'awws' and whistling died down.

Draco gave a nod to Blaise who was standing at the ready by the karaoke machine waiting to hit play. And then Draco started singing, looking out at Harry with a huge grin.

"The moon is high, like your friends the night that we first met," he started.

And Harry laughed at the memory, they had all been high that night after they'd graduated. Lounging about or dancing around the club, causing all sorts of chaos.

"Now I've read all of the books beside your bed," he continued with a wink. Harry grinned up at him, because that was true too, they'd read most of them together, actually, curled up under the duvet. He hadn't been read to as a child, but Draco more than made up for it with the voices and the dramatic way he read.

"The wine is cold, like the shoulder that I gave you in the street. Cat and mouse for a month, or two, or three," he sang on, twisting his body to look at Harry coyly and Harry remembered the months between when he’d started to feel attracted to Draco and when Draco had started to believe him, "now I wake up in the night to watch you breathe."

There was another round of 'awes' and some pretend wretching but Draco rolled his eyes and sang on. Meeting Harry's gaze once more as he sang, "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings," and Harry's heart flew into his throat at the implication, did he mean it? Was that even possible?

"And I hate accidents, except when we went from friends," he gestured between the two of them, "to this."

His heart burst, Draco did so hate the unplanned, abhorred surprises. That proclamation-

"Darling, you're the one I want in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams-" a chorus of laughter and whistling broke out and Draco's cheeks flushed bright red but he kept singing, staring at Harry with a naked devotion and affection.

He couldn't breathe with it, his heart rattled painfully around his chest.

Draco sang the next verse before jumping down off the stage and making his way to Harry, bending down as he sang "kiss me once, cause you know I've had a long night," Harry leaned in obligingly and kissed his cheek. "Kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright," and there were those nerves tingling from Draco's consciousness and into Harry's. He leaned in and kissed his cheek again. "Three times, cause I've waited my whole life." And this time he leaned in to press a hasty kiss to Harry's lips like he couldn't help himself while they counted him back in.

He sang the refrain again, climbing into Harry's lap as he melted into the bridge, "I want to drive away with you, I want your complications too, I want your dreary Mondays-"

Harry's throat went tight around those words, around the way that Draco loved him when he couldn't make heads or tails of the darkness that threatened to overwhelm him.

"-Wrap your arms around me, baby boy," he said, giving one of Harry's arms a little tug.

He repeated the bridge, wrapping an arm around Harry's neck and carding his fingers tenderly through Harry's curls, making Harry tear up again as he stared up into those beautiful silver eyes.

Draco moved into the refrain again, slower and a little sweeter, like a promise. "I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings." Harry gripped him a little tighter, "you're the one I want," he sang softly. "And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this, uh huh, darling.”

He jumped up, Harry’s fingers trailing after him as he went, singing the refrain again as he made his way to Pansy who was holding out a small box for him. “In paper rings, in picture frames, in all my dreams,” he sang as he made his way back over and dropped to his knees. “You’re the one I want,” he sang, looking up as he opened the box to reveal a gold band.

Harry’s hands flew to his mouth, like a complete cliche, “Draco,” he whispered as the crowd around them went unnaturally still.

“Marry me?” he asked, eyes tight around the edges like he thought Harry could possibly say no.

“Yes, of course yes,” he said, “you silly, perfect man. Of course.”

The room erupted into cheering but Harry could hardly hear it, too wrapped up in his love to notice.

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Written for @flufftober prompt 2 “friends, family, loved ones”

[pascaloverx]

To Begin Again

ONE

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic.

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To flee is easier than to face your problems, than to confront the demons you left behind long ago. And your life has become an eternal escape. Not only moving from place to place, teaching from school to school, you were living a temporary life each time.  Until one day, a letter arrived, yes, a letter for you from London. It said that you were invited to teach temporarily at Hogwarts Academy. Dumbledore needed you. He was a great friend of your father. They even taught at the same time, but when you were born, your father and mother decided to move to the United States for some undisclosed reason. But Dumbledore's letter comes to you as a good excuse to cover your tracks. Restart.

"What a piece of crap. My cell phone is out of battery and I'm lost in the middle of nowhere." You mumble to yourself. No one is listening anyway. A beautiful full moon night is in front of you, lighting your way. Hogwarts, despite being influential, seems to be located in the middle of nowhere. You jump back when you hear a loud howl. Are there wolves near a school? Isn't that dangerous? 

You look at your phone wishing there was some battery left so you could call someone. Noticing that it might be dangerous, you walk towards what you think might be the path. One step hurriedly each time. But the howls get closer and closer. Until you see a sign saying that Hogwarts is nearby. But as soon as you look ahead you see a dog. I mean, something similar to a dog but bigger. Or will it be a very hairy man?

"Leave or I'll throw my suitcase at you. Whatever you are." You say threatening the furry creature with your suitcase. The creature seems to stare at you, but not understand you. At that moment you laugh at your foolishness. Now who in their right mind would try to reason with a creature that doesn't seem to reason?

"Listen, I don't want to hurt you. I'm against animal abuse and I've participated in campaigns to rescue many from the streets. But if you come any closer, I won't have any other choice." You speak and while the canine creature or something looks like it's ready to attack you. When the creature gets a little closer, you throw your suitcase at it. With all the strength and aim possible. And then you run. Run as fast as possible, hitting some trees along the way but maintaining your speed. You hear the creature's grunts of pain. Then everything is silent, you rest a little. Your legs hurt, your arms are sore and bruised. And then you hear a long howl that alerts you that the creature is coming. And then you run again, as fast as you can. 

"I can't believe I'm going to die here, like this." You mumble as you run. You're so distracted that you don't notice a stranger in front of you. Until you bump into him. Making you both fall.

"Fuck. Don't you watch where you're going?" The stranger speaks in a rude tone and you look at him in confusion.Isn't he noticing that you're running from death? Or is he not hearing the furry creature's noises?

"Shut up and follow me." You say, holding the stranger's hand and asking him to follow you. Why you helped him, you don't know. But you wouldn't be able to sleep with guilty conscience if he died. Strangely, he follows you a little further into the forest. But who designed a school that has a forest with ferocious animals on the loose? 

"Come here." The stranger pulls you close to a hiding place. Hideout that actually seems designed for this type of situation. It's a small hut covered in bushes. You think about saying something but the stranger covers your mouth and points outside. Your eyes follow the stranger's fingers and you observe the creature outside. From a distance this creature looks like something from another world, from a fantasy world. A werewolf better said.  The creature sniffs for a while and then disappears into the forest.

"You saw that?" You ask the stranger who is currently adjusting his somewhat long, silky, and slightly wavy hair. Sweat is dripping down his forehead, but he seems fine. I mean, he's attractive. I mean, what the hell are you thinking?

"I did see it, still got the ability to see after some lunatic knocked me down out of nowhere. And you're welcome, by the way." The man says as he rummages through a closet. You look at him indignantly. What do you mean you should be grateful to him?

"Sorry to wake you up from that illusion you're in, but it's you who should be thanking me. That creature was about to attack both of us, and I pulled you to come with me. So, Prince Charming, get off your imaginary horse and thank me yourself." You respond proudly, starting to feel the pain of the bruises you accumulated along the way. 

"If that's how you feel, would you prefer to go out into the forest right now and try your luck?" The man says mockingly, and you glare at him angrily. What an idiot.

"Look, I'm new around here, and I don't want to sound presumptuous, but you seem like a jerk. But unlike you, I'm going to appreciate your help. Thank you for helping me escape from the big hairy creature out there. Satisfied?" You say, swallowing your pride, and then you extend your hand to the stranger. He gives a smirk, almost charming. What a jerk.

"Very satisfied. But now that we're here, would you mind telling me your name? I find it strange to spend the night with someone whose name I don't even know." The man says, sitting on the wooden chair next to you. You, who are sitting in an armchair, look at him, feeling strange about the idea of spending the night together.

"My name is Y/N. And yours?" You speak to avoid seeming rude, but the truth is, you want to know the reason why you'll have to spend the night together.

"Sirius. Sirius Black." He pauses before continuing, "And before you wonder, we have to spend the night here because it's still out there. But don't worry, as soon as dawn breaks, I'll take you to Hogwarts." Sirius speaks, squeezing your hand firmly. You shake hands, and he looks at you as if trying to unravel all your secrets.

"How do you know I want to go to Hogwarts?" You ask, and he smiles as if he finds it amusing.

"Let's just say I have a good sixth sense. Now, I suggest you rest. Tomorrow will be quite a day for you." Sirius says, handing you a pillow and a blanket. You thank him softly as you watch him grab another pillow and lie down on the floor. It looks uncomfortable, but you're too tired to be polite and offer to sleep on the floor instead.

"Hey, Sirius. Thank you so much for today. I might not be alive without you." You say sweetly and sleepily as you settle into the armchair. Sirius lifts his head and looks in your direction. Wow, he's handsome.

"I echo your words. The only difference is that I'd be alive with or without you. But I'm grateful for the company. It tends to be pretty boring around here." Sirius replies before turning over to sleep. You try not to dwell too much on what he said and then let sleep finally take hold of you. When morning comes, Sirius seems a bit more grumpy than before. You deduce that he might not be a morning person. You both leave the cabin early and walk for a while towards Hogwarts. The journey feels almost endless, but when you finally arrive, you're dazzled. The beauty of the architecture almost makes it worth almost dying to get in here.

"Well, princess, you're delivered. I won't be able to come in with you because I need to go check on something, but I'm sure we'll see each other again soon. Until then, take care. I won't always be here to save you." Sirius says, kissing the palm of your hand before leaving without giving you a chance to respond. You find him presumptuous but decide to move on.

Walking through the corridors of Hogwarts, you observe children playing from side to side. A boy with glasses and dark hair is hitting another boy with white hair on the ground, which startles you. You immediately run towards them. As you approach, you manage to separate the two, pulling the dark-haired one off the light-haired one. They both seem a bit bruised, and as you separate them, you realize that the effort has caused you significant pain in your back.

"You shouldn't be fighting. At least I think so." You say with some difficulty as you feel the pain growing. It's strange that despite the dark-haired one being the aggressor, he seems to take you more seriously. Meanwhile, the light-haired one is smiling mockingly with his arms crossed.

"And who are you to say anything?" Asks the child, around eleven or twelve years old, with a bruised face but intact hair. He's the one with the light hair.

"You must be thick, Malfoy, if you didn't notice that she must be our new teacher. Or maybe I hit you too hard." The dark-haired boy responds, already angry again. He seems both fearless and temperamental.

"Stop. Both of you! I don't want to hear insults or nonsense in my presence. You, with the white hair, I am your new teacher, so I suggest you change your tone when speaking. And you, with the dark hair, violence is not a solution to anything, not even insolence. Both of you, go far away from each other and think about how to be better." You speak calmly but very seriously. Despite their reluctance, both boys stop fighting and move on.

You feel the pain in your back get worse and walk to the first place you see an adult. Until you find a room, which seems almost abandoned. There is no one inside. You observe the room that has some old books scattered around and appears to be someone's room. 

"Can I help you?" A male voice speaks from behind you. You turn around nervously thinking it's rude to enter someone else's room. 

"I need help..." You were going to say more, but you were startled when you noticed a mark on the face of the man in front of you. You figured he must be in pain.

"There's no need to be afraid. I got involved in a mess last night and was a little injured." The man says getting closer and you feel like you're being rude.

"I'm sorry, I imagine it hurts. I'm sorry for my rudeness." You say, getting a little closer and looking deep into the man's eyes. Eyes you felt you've seen before.

"No need to apologize. It really hurts. My name is Remus and this is my room." Remus speaks as you watch him and before you can say anything, you simply pass out. 

                       

 To be continued...

[quillkiller]

one day im going to make a long post about rita and pansys friendship after the second wizarding war.. just you wait..

[konigsfavwife]

You’re mine

This is part 2 of traitor !!

Part 1

Summary: how could he do that to you? Surely you wouldn’t happen to get with his best friend to get under his skin…

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader // Blaise Zabini x Fem!reader

Word count: 3.3k

Warnings: (all characters are 18+) Rough, angry sex, slight praise, degrading, slapping, chocking, humiliation, bathroom sex. fake relationships, Draco being a little shit. Draco being toxic and possessive. Draco being nice during the end, so like bipolar

Authors note: I really didn’t know how to end the last one so I js decided to make a little part two also like I’m not the best at writing smut so bare with me

Song: So It Goes… - Taylor Swift.

Dress - Taylor Swift

After that mess with Draco you ran in the hallway until you ran into blaise, bumping your head on his hard chest. “Ow..” you huffed looking up at him. “Jeez sorry..” he huffed a little, looking down at you. “You okay? Your eyes are red and puffy” he said to her, putting out his hand to help you get up. “It’s fucking Draco and that pansy bitch! Right after he broke up with me not even a day later he wants to go and fuck around with her and forget about me!” You grumble, you head starting to pound as she slowly standing up while ranting to him about what happened. “Okay okay calm down it’s fine alright? He wasn’t even all that to begin with” he laughed, holding on her arms. “You don’t understand Blaise” you huffed softly. “Y/n listen to me. He isn’t worth everything in this world, especially not your heart. If he wanted you that bad he wouldn’t be fucking around with pansy. She ain’t even good looking” Blaise shrugged, a little smirk on his face. “Glad we both agree on something” you laughed half ass. “Y/n listen to me, I understand you both been through so much stuff together but maybe it’s time to let him go I mean he’s a Malfoy” Blaise laughed. “Damn isn’t he your best friend?” You laughed at Blaise’s comment about his friend. “I mean he’s alright but what he did to you wasn’t” Blaise shrugged. “Well now I don’t even have a date to the Yule ball” you huffed, looking at Blaise. “Go with me then maybe we can like fake date or something just to get him heated” Blaise asked. “Excuse me?” You looked at him confused “we both know Draco y/n. He hates whenever you were seen with someone else, let alone his best friend. Come on it’ll be fun” Blaise laughed. “Blaise are you playing with me?” You laughed, not being able to believe his offer. “I’m being serious!” He laughed with you. “This is ridiculous” you laughed again, looking at him. “Not I’m not opposed… “ you giggled a little. “Well isn’t that just perfect.. try to look your best tho okay? I really want to get under his skin” Blaise smirked at you. “Yeah yeah whatever..” you laughed. “Well the balls tomorrow night, remember what you agreed with.” He smirked at her before walking away.

The night of the ball

You had fixed your makeup and your hair curled down your back. You were wearing a white satin dress with pearls and white stones adoring the dress, it snugly hugged your curves in the best way possible. Your heels slowly walked down the stairs trying to spot out Blaise. While walking down it seems as all the attention was drawn to you. As you slowly walked down you saw multiple people stop and turn to the stairs, watching you walk down. But the person catching your attention was Draco, of course with pansy beside him in some short blue dress. Your hair bounced gently against your back as you found Blaise amongst all the people, your heels kicking against the floor as you walked over to him, a smile plastered on your lips. “Well don’t you look handsome” you smiled, kissing him on the cheek softly. You two had grown closer since the day you two dumped into each other and thought you two had to make is as realistic as possible. “Talk about me… Merlin love look at you..” he smirked, looking you up and down, checking you out. You laughed softly as you looked around the room, in the corner of your eye seeing Draco staring at you. “Here let’s walk inside” Blaise smiled and handed you his hand, accepting it with a smile as the both of you walk into the balls main area. “It looks beautiful in here” you smiled softly, looking at the scenery around you. “I know.. hogwarts always goes out for these balls..” he smirked. “Well I’m glad they do it, it always amazes me at how beautiful hogwarts can really be” you smiled, holding his hand gently then letting go. “Seriously” Blaise smiled to you as a slow dance already started to play. “Care to dance love?” Blaise asked, holding out his hand to you with a damn smile on his face. “I’d love too” you giggled, taking his hands and walked over to the dance floor wrapping your arms around his neck, feeling his hands on your hips, slowly swaying to the soft music playing. As you laid your chin on his shoulder while dancing you couldn’t help but feel as if someone was starring at you. You quickly looked around as Blaise twirled you around slowly, seeing Draco starring deep into the back of Blaise as he stood beside pansy. You continued to look as he moved his gaze to you causing you to look away quickly. “He’s staring so hard it’s scary..” you whispered to Blaise with a little laugh. “Of course he is. Your fucking stunning” Blaise whispered as he slowly twirled you around again, dipping you.

After a while of dancing with Blaise and the occasional stare between Draco you had decided to sit for a little since your feet were starting to hurt in your heels. “I’m honestly having such a good time Blaise” you smiled as you looked over at him. “I’m glad you are, you deserve a good time.” He spoke calmly “how’s your night been hm?” You asked Blaise honestly wanting to know. “It’s been good, but I feel as if I’m getting starred at the whole night” Blaise laughed. “The feelings mutual” you teased “guess we both know who that is” Blaise shrugged. As you looked around to see everyone around the ballroom you couldn’t seem to spot Draco, thanking he just went to his dorm. “Hey I’m gonna go use the bathroom, I’ll be back!” You told Blaise, getting up and walking out of the ballroom into the hallway.

going to the bathroom while not realizing you just bumped into someone. “Oh excuse me” you said to the person without looking up. “Y/n..” you hear a deep voice call out. “Going out to the ball with my best friend huh?” You heard the voice call out knowing it was Draco. “Leave me the hell alone I don’t wanna talk to you.” You grumbled, trying to walk past him. “Not so quick.” You heard him say as he grabbed your wrist, pulling you into a bathroom, hearing him mutter a locking spell. “Draco what the hell? What is up with you!” You yelled at him, tugging away from his grip. “You think you could just get with my best friend right after we broke up huh? You think so you fucking whore?” Draco sneered, pinning you up against a wall. “You broke up with me!” You shot back, but being stuck between his strong arms.

“Still. I didn’t hook up with your fucking best friend now did I huh? Oh wait I guess you’re just a play thing people use when they’re bored, swear to Merlin all you are is a fucking slut. Only for someone to use as they want.” Draco grumbled as he locked his lips with yours. Your eyes widened for a moment then closed as you felt Draco’s hand wrapped against your throat, not completely chocking you but definitely making his strength known. You quickly fell into the kiss, your body falling limp as he harshly kissed you. Some time after he parted lips with you, looking at you for a second then started to spin you around to where your back was facing him, quickly unzipping your dress as he watched closely. “Good fucking girl already knows what to do.” He groaned as he watched the dress fall to the floor in front of him.

As you turned around back to face him you could see Draco looking you up and down with hunger in his eyes as if he was staring down prey. He smirked as he motioned you on your knees, obeying you got down on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with those damn eyes you always used to get what you wanted. He smirked to himself as he grabbed the top of your hair, watching as you undid his belt, throwing it Merlin knows where as you unbuttoned and unzipped his black slacks pulling them just below his knees as you palmed his erection though his boxers, him to groan, throwing his head back. “You know what to do you fucking slut.” Draco groaned as he looked down at you. You quickly pulled down his boxers to his ankles and slowly ran your nails up his legs to his thighs and up to his v-line. You fluttered your eyelashes as you slowly started to inch closer to his cock. You smirked to yourself as you looked up at him, his eyes hazy. “Come on I know you can do it.” He groaned, pushing your head closer, not wanting to wait. You rolled your eyes and put your mouth around the tip, slowly sucking it as your other two hands wrapped around his base, slowly pumping him. “Listen to me, I’m not in the damn mood for this shit.” He groaned, grabbing the back of your head and pushed your mouth deeper making you take more of him the farther he pushed. Your eyes widened as you started to choke on him, your eyes glossing with tears as he continuously pushing your head back and forth making you gag as he continued, your hands in his thighs crying to stabilize yourself. He threw his head back and groans left his lips. “Such a fucking slut aren’t you huh? Merlin I’m fucking close keep doing that baby…” he groaned as he went faster, your mascara dripping down from your eyes, ruining your makeup. “That’s fucking it…” he groaned his mouth open as he groaned, spilling his seed into your mouth. “Eat it. Don’t leave a damn drop.” He demanded as he moved your head back, allowing you to actually breathe. You nodded quickly and swallowed his seed, opening your mouth to show that you did just as he said. “That’s what I like to see.” Draco laughed half ass you he picked you up by your arm, pressing you up against the wall. “Your fucking mine? You understand that? You are mine. Mine to use as I want.” Draco sneered as he grabbed your cheeks with one hand, forcing you to look at him. You nodded. “Use your words.” He ordered, slapping your cheek. “Yes…” you mumbled. “Yes what?” Draco rolled her eyes, slapping your cheek again, leaving a red mark. “Yessir…” you whispered softly. “Good girl.” Draco smirked as his available hand slowly moved to your chest, slapping your boob once. You jumped a little as you looked at him. Draco chuckled to himself as his hand then slowly slid down to your stomach, then to your panties. “You gonna be a good girl for me?” Draco asked. You nodded quickly as you felt a slender finger play with the hand of your panties. “Spread your legs.” He ordered, his mouth latching with your neck as his hand slowly slid into your panties. You spread them open slightly as his fingers gently touched your bud.

“Draco…” you whispered softly, her head hitting the wall behind you as he sucked a purple hickey onto your neck. “You’re so fucking wet for me..” Draco purred as his fingers slowly slid through your slit, hovering over your hole as his middle finger slowly slid in. “Dra…” you panted as you felt his finger slowly enter. “Can feel how fucking wet you are. Cant wait for her ex boyfriend to fuck her real good.” Draco purred into her neck as he sucked on her neck. “Mhm..” you whispered softly as his finger curled inside you. “Please Draco…” you whimpered softly. “Please what? Use your words.” Draco purred as his middle finger slowly went knuckle deep. “Please fuck me…” you whispered softly. “That’s my girl…” Draco hummed softy as his middle finger left your hole causing you to whine from the loss of the feeling. Draco smirked, putting his ring finger and middle into you again, feeling your walls squeeze against his fingers. “So fucking tight as if I haven’t ruined you already…” Draco purred into your neck as he kissed your neck. “Please… I’m close…” you whispered, feeling him curl his fingers inside you. “Come on…” Draco purred as his pace was faster. “So close…” you whispered as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten. You moaned as you felt your orgasm hit, leaning out head back into the wall behind you as Draco let you ride it out. “Good girl…” Draco hummed, taking his fingers out of her panties and saw a ring of white around his two fingers and put them to her mouth. “Suck.” Draco ordered. You nodded quickly and started to suck on them, tasting yourself on his fingers. Draco smiled as he felt your tongue suck up on his two fingers. “Such a little slut aren’t you?” Draco laughed. “Mhm…” you mumbled as you continued to suck. Draco shoved his fingers down your throat with a smirk as his other hand slid down your body so play with your tit, slowly tracing your nipple, leaving it aching. Draco then removed his fingers from your mouth and slapped your cheek, kissing you hard. His hands left your body and moved down to your panties, taking them off and throwing them to wherever his belt was. Draco hoisted you up to where he was holding you as your legs wrapped around his waist, your hands going into his hair gently tugging out it and earning a groan out of his mouth. “Damn..” Draco groaned. “So fucking pretty all fucked up by me..” Draco purred as his lips attached to your neck as his cock slowly slid into you. “Fucking hell…” you moaned out as you felt him slowly slip into your tight aching hole. Draco grunted as he closed his eyes, breathing heavily on your neck as he slowly pushed himself all the way in slowly starting to move you up and down on his cock. “Feel good?” Draco purred into your ear as he picked up the pace. “Mhm…” you mumbled softly, your back scratching at the brick wall behind you. “Merlin fuckin’ love how damn tight you are.” Draco groaned as he bounced you up and down. “Hell Draco…” you whimpered softly, her head hiding in his neck as her tears ruined her mascara, it running down her cheeks and ruining her makeup. “Gonna make you forget all about Blaise. Only mine. You’re only mine.” Draco groaned as he went faster, that same familiar knot it your stomach tightening. “Swear wanna cum in this tight fucking pussy. I bet you want that you slut.” Draco groaned as your nails dig into his shoulders as you placed your forehead on his. “Look at me.” Draco demanded. You slightly opens your eyes and looked at him, your eyes hazy and tired. “Close…” you mumbled quietly. “I know baby… be a good girl and wait until I say so..” Draco sighed out as he continuously bounced you up and down. “Please..” you whimpered tiredly. “Let go..” Draco sighed softly, gently kissing your cheek. “Merlin…” you whimpered as you felt your body shutter as you laid your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes as you fell asleep.

“And to think I hated you…” Draco sighed to himself as he slowly walked over to the sink and placed you in the counter still naked, taking off your makeup. “What am I doing with my life… Merlin I love you so fucking much.” Draco said to himself as he whipped your makeup off. He kept you on the counter as he looked for something to put you in so you wouldn’t have to put the dress on again. He found his blazer he wore and grabbed your panties and put them beside you. He smiled as he found his boxers and pants, putting them on them putting on his belt and his white button up dress shirt but not bothering to fix his hair. “Get up..” Draco whispered softly, kissing your forehead. “Just have to get you dressed than you can go back to sleep..” Draco whispered softly as he started to put his blazer on you, it being just big enough to cover you all the way. “Stand up..” Draco asked softly as he picked you io and placed you on the ground, sliding your panties on. You stumbled slightly but then laid your head on his shoulder, falling back asleep. Draco sighed slightly as he walked over to your dress and picked it up, carrying it while helping you walk out of the bathroom. Draco sighed a little as he realized it was hard to make you walk so he just decided to pick you up bridal style. You mumbled something as he picked you up but your words were incoherent because of how tired you were. Draco walked the halls of hogwarts then walked into the slytherin common room. Draco walked into a separate room that wasn’t the dorms tho because his dad made sure Draco got his own room and didn’t have to share with anyone. He walked into his room with you in his arms and dropped you on the bed. He put your dress down in a chair he had and started to change. He changed into a simple pair of pajama pants and a black shirt, grabbing an extra shirt for you to wear. He walked back over to his bed and removed the blazer he put on you and threw it over with your dress, not really caring as much for it. He put the shirt on your body and laid you back down, covering you in the black comforter he had on his bed. “Good night y/n.” Draco sighed as he was already feeling bad for the way he treated you. “I love you so fucking much…” Draco sighed as he sat down on the side of the bed. He turned to look at you sleeping peacefully, knowing he fucked up choosing pansy over you. He sighed as he laid down beside you, facing away from you.

The next morning you woke up in a bed, knowing it wasn’t yours. You yawned softly as you sat up noticing that you weren’t in your pajamas either. You were in someone’s t-shirt. You looked beside you and saw platinum blonde hair. “Draco.” You said out loud. “Mm..” Draco groaned, trying to go back to sleep. “Draco I didn’t think you would actually…” you mumbled as you slowly stretched. “What?” Draco sighed softly. “I didn’t think you would do all this for me.. I mean we aren’t dating anymore…” you sighed as if she had forgot what happened in the bathroom. “Y/n listen. I fucked up big time. After I got with pansy I couldn’t stand her. She wasn’t you. I want you. Not her. I don’t know if you’ll forgive me of leave I just wanted you to know I’m actually so sorry for what I said to you. But since your dating Blaise an all that I understand if you wanna leave.” Draco sighed as he propped his head up in his hand as his elbow rested in his pillow. “Draco…” you stammered, looking at him with wide eyes. “Me and Blaise weren’t dating… i did it just to get under your skin… Draco I love you..” you sighed. “So you wanna maybe get back together…?” Draco mumbled as he sat up. “Please…” you laughed a little. “Merlin I love you.” A little laugh escaping his lips as he kissed you.

[andithiel]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💙

Aaaah omg thank you for this ask my dear friend 🥹 I loved your list (found here). I did this 1,5 years ago (that list can be found here) and I didn’t want to repeat myself so I’m going to go with stuff that I’ve written since (as if that would make it easier) *cries in ambivalence*

Sweet Desire (Scorbus, just short of 6k, rated E, first person POV) I wrote this for last year's next gen fest. I was in a major writing slump and couldn't find any inspiration until I found the prompt "first time oral sex" and for some reason that inspired me. I had so much fun trying to convey that giddy teenage trying new things together in a trusting relationship, and I hope I pulled it off. Scorbus is pretty tricky for me to write but I really enjoyed spending time with these two lovebirds.

Sinking/Floating (Drarry, 963 words, rated T, second person POV) This was also something that made something click in me when I saw the lovely imovie of @bluebutter-art 's amazing fanart So rest your weary heart with me. I wanted to convey the same feeling I got when looking at Blue's art, and it took me a while to get there but I'm still very proud of how it came out.

Take that ride (Drarry, 1,6k, rated T) Inspired by Dance to this with Troye Sivan and Ariana Grande. I tried to capture the feeling of the song and include some of the elements in it, and tried to focus on the sensory despcriptions (which is something I tend to forget when writing), and I think it's one of the things I'm most proud of.

Let me show you (Drarry, 556 words, it's only on tumblr but I guess I'd rate it T) Sometimes inspiration just hits. You go about your daily chores and thinks about the fuck or die trope and then BAM! You need to write a 500 word drabble about mutual pining and Draco heroically chasing down Harry to offer his services.

microfic for the prompt "Truth or dare" for last year's flufftober I'm just super happy and proud that I managed to get this amount of story into 50 words, go me!

[jomiddlemarch]

The shapes a bright container can contain!

The next day, he asked his son what he thought.

“Living together? That’s what you’re calling it?” Scorpius replied around the mouthful of scone and clotted cream and raspberry jam that Draco would have been castigated by his mother for taking. Draco was not above using his French House-elf Clafouti’s light hand with pastry as the incentive for Scorpius to leave Hogwarts, though it cost extra in the elf’s pay packet to get them to produce the more stolid English puddings Scorpius favored. When Scorpius wanted treacle tart, Draco had to throw in a week’s holiday at the Malfoy villa near Biarritz and use of the sailboat. 

“What should I call it?” Draco said, resisting the impulse to take offense or, Merlin help him, blush.

“You’re asking me?” Scorpius said. He favored Draco in his coloring and bone structure but he had so much of his mother in his expressions, his tone of voice. Draco missed Astoria terribly for a moment and also didn’t, because he hadn’t lost her entirely, not when Scorpius was looking at him with such wry incredulity in his eyes, a green so dark they looked grey. “This seems massively inappropriate to me, Dad, but fine. I think you’re in love with Professor Granger but you don’t want to scare her off or you think she’ll never feel the same way, so you’re just taking what you can get and trying to come across like a really good friend and not a stalker.”

Draco was silent. He felt as if Scorpius had cast Organa remota maxima, his innermost self examined and dropped in front of him for his troubles. In love with Hermione. Really good friend. Not a stalker. It was insightful and devastating. Draco resisted the urge to lay his head down on the table or wandlessly shatter the gilt-encrusted vase he and Astoria had received as a betrothal gift from her Aunt Tanaquil and had never once used for flowers because it was so ugly. 

“Can everyone tell but Hermione?” Draco asked.

“Probably no one can tell but me. Professor Longbottom maybe, because he’s also got a thing for Professor Granger. All the House-elves, of course, but they wouldn’t say anything. Mum’s portrait,” Scorpius said, licking some jam from his fingers. “Great-Auntie Andromeda, I think she’s noticed, but that’s not bad because she’s friends with Professor Granger and she’s family, so she’ll tell you if you’ve got no chance at all.”

“Merde,” Draco muttered.

“You do remember I’m fluent in French, Dad?” Scorpius said, grinning. “I’ve picked up a fair amount of Bulgarian too, in case you’re thinking of trying that out.”

“One observes the decencies,” Draco said. “We both pretend you don’t speak French and I can curse in peace.”

“Why are you upset? She hasn’t kicked you out, has she?” Scorpius said.

“No,” Draco said.

“You haven’t made a muddle of something important? Said something rude about Albus’s father? They’re quite good friends, you know,” Scorpius said. Draco thought back to when they’d been first years, Hermione with that cloud of unruly curls and her lively little face, Harry in clothes that never quite fit, hair mussed, his glances at Hermione. The trust between them that was somehow something separate, greater, than what was between Harry and Ron. Good friends, indeed.

“No, I haven’t said anything rude about Potter,” Draco replied. “Nor any of her other friends—”

“Did you forget something like her birthday or that she hates almonds? She does hate almonds, Professor Longbottom mentioned it in passing one time. It’s why she never has pudding when they serve Bakewell tart,” Scorpius said. 

“Duly noted but no. She hasn’t indicated she’s upset. She asked me what you thought of us living together and it got a little involved,” Draco said. “That’s about all I’m going to share with you, so don’t try to pump me for more details.”

“I wouldn’t,” Scorpius said. “You can’t think I want to know anything about your…love life.”

The degree of disgust in his son’s voice was mitigated by his careful choice of love life in reference to his relationship to Hermione, whom Scorpius had been careful to call Professor Granger, the respect evident in his tone. 

“You don’t mind, then?” Draco said.

“Do you want me to? I don’t see what the big deal is. You’re not betraying Mum being happy with Professor Granger and it does seem like you’re happy now and you weren’t before, even though I didn’t really notice until you stopped being lonely,” Scorpius said. “Is this because of when you were all kids? Because I think you should be over that stuff by now. Merlin knows it’s been long enough—”

“I know, we’re all as old as the hills,” Draco said.

“You acted old until you started spending all your free time with Professor Granger. You fiddled with potions and read musty old books and talked about growing orchids instead of going out to the pub for pints or having your friends over for dinner,” Scorpius said. 

“And now?”

“Now you act like an eighth year with their first girlfriend most of the time, minus going to Honeydukes and cleaning out the inamorata chocs,” Scorpius said, smiling. “But no one minds because you’ve lightened up on your grading and giving detentions for snogging in the hallways.”

“Tell me this—are the students placing bets? Have you recused yourself from the pot if there is one?” Draco asked.

“Slytherin House agreed it would be indecorous, even if you’re only ever the acting Head,” Scorpius said. “Gryffindors are too focused on Quidditch. But I can’t say that Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw don’t have an extremely elaborate system of wagers, all recorded in Punic. I can’t say that. But I have not placed any bets and have not traded any insider information about flowers, tea, all the books you brought over…”

“Does Professor Longbottom know? About the betting?”

“Yeah, he’s keeping an eye on it. Making sure no one’s going to get into real financial trouble if you elope or Professor Granger comes to class with a Malfoy heirloom ring,” Scorpius said.

“I would not use a Malfoy heirloom,” Draco said.

“I know, you’d pick something from the Black side and you’d have it reset,” Scorpius said. “You’d pick a ruby, but I think that’s a mistake.”

“You do, do you?”

“It’s too obvious. Gryffindor colors, when I don’t even think Professor Granger especially believes in the Houses,” Scorpius said.

“What should I pick in this hypothetical future you’re imagining for me?” Draco asked.

“A star sapphire or a pearl,” Scorpius said. He waited, a reversal where Scorpius expected Draco to figure out the reasoning behind the choice, much as Draco would make his students explain why hellebore was diced and not shredded before getting stirred into the potion widdershins.

“A gem with an inclusion. She doesn’t want perfection or rather, what’s most beautiful to her requires a flaw. Vulnerability,” Draco said.

“Yeah, though I would’ve just said the part about the grain or sand or whatever it is being part of the jewel,” Scorpius replied.

“You worked that out on your own?”

“Mum’s portrait helped,” Scorpius said. “She also said you ought to bring Professor Granger by the house because you’re, and I quote, ‘making it weird.’”

“I’ll take that under advisement,” Draco said. He’d been ambivalent about the creation of the portrait but Astoria thought it would help Scorpius and he couldn’t say that it wouldn’t. For the most part, the portrait was kind and gentle, encouraging and eager to cheer them up if they seemed glum, but occasionally she had an edge and that was when she most reminded Draco of his wife as she’d been.

“She’s not going to be rude,” Scorpius said.

“Mum’s portrait? I wouldn’t expect that,” Draco replied.

“No, I mean Professor Granger. If she doesn’t want to come or she does and she hates the curtains or something, she won’t be rude about it. She’s always nice, even when Eureka Cobbins submits the most excruciatingly moronic essays,” Scorpius said.

“I don’t know. Those tassels in the drawing room might be unbearable,” Draco said.

“Then you can Vanish them together,” Scorpius suggested.

[rosemary-morgan]

Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 1)

(Pictures are not mine! Found on Pinterest/Google - Collage made by myself. OC Jericho Griffin belongs to me.)

Many thanks to @fangirl-ramblings 🖤 she has been beta reading for me 🌹

This AU is set 10 years after the Battle of Hogwarts

👉Read Part 2 here

👉 Read Part 3 here

Summary: He knows it is wrong to desire another's wife, especially a friend's wife. But Draco is too selfish and ambitious to accept that. Behind your lovely façade is a woman unhappily trapped in her marriage to Jericho, and Draco knows you'd break the social rules too if you could. But what looks like a seemingly boring marriage is actually more painful and violent than Draco assumes, and soon he will find out what kind of monster your husband really is...

Warning: toxic relationship, abusive husband, angst

Draco Malfoy X F.Reader - Forbidden flower (Part 1)

"The ministry need not worry about such an idiot. He's nothing to be afraid of."

"I agree with you there, Griffin. I don't think the guy is even capable of handling his wand. I mean, just look at him!"

Draco Malfoy and Jericho Griffin, both once Slytherins, worked for the Ministry of Magic. Ten years had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts and much had changed. Draco was no longer caught up in the delusion of pure blood that his parents had taught him. In the last few years he had learned what really mattered in life, for he had seen much suffering, fear and death as well. Never again would he hear about Voldemort and his henchmen. To this day, the young man would not forget what had happened seven years ago; how he had been forced to become a Death Eater and how much damage he had caused. But that was far behind him and yet the memories haunted him in his dreams. This was often shown by the fact that his mind would drift and his gaze would become quite starry. But now Draco was the one who dragged wizards and witches before the law when they practiced black magic. Yet deep inside Draco was still buried something evil, the attraction that dark magic had on everyone. However, he strictly resisted it, for the past had shown what this kind of shit had driven him to do.

"We should focus on important things," Draco finally said as he put the dossier aside and picked up the next one. Draco knew what he was talking about and which sorcerers and wizards should really be classified as dangerous.

Unlike Draco Malfoy, Jericho didn't seem to be motivated, as he sighed and leaned back in his chair, yawning.

"I could really use some vacation!"

Draco just smirked at his words. Who couldn't use a little vacation? Especially since there was always something to do.

"You know Draco, I would like..."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Come in!" Jericho called out clearly audible, while Draco searched through the papers to find the relevant informations.

"Jerry?"

Instantly, Draco looked toward the door when he heard Y/N's sweet voice. In her hands, the young woman was holding some documents that were probably meant for Jericho.

"Y/N! There you are!"

"I'm sorry, Jericho! I couldn't come earlier."

The young woman's eyes moved to Draco and he gave her a gentle smile, which she returned shyly. Y/N had known Draco for many years, but their friendship had only begun since her husband started working with Draco. At Hogwarts, the two had never spoken a word to each other, as Y/N had always thought Draco was an arrogant jerk, but he was actually a pretty nice guy. No longer the spoiled, brash and snobbish Slytherin he used to be back at Hogwarts.

Y/N had to keep admitting that Draco had the most beautiful eyes she ever had seen. Still, his eyes seemed sad to her. Y/N knew it was none of her business, even if she would like to know more about the young man. These thoughts kept coming to her whenever she met him. But as quickly as these thoughts came, she had to get rid of them.

The young woman turned to her husband and handed him the documents he had left at home. Y/N had been kind enough to bring them to him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I'll be on my way home. See you later, Jericho."

"No! I want you to wait for me outside! There's something I need to talk to you about! Draco and I will be done working soon!"

"Oh, okay."

"Now you can go!"

He didn't even look at his wife anymore and just waved her off, hardly seeming to wait to finally get rid of her. The young woman swallowed, looked a bit saddened to the ground, but she didn't give any sign of it. Instead, she said goodbye to Draco. From him, she had his full attention.

"Bye, Draco."

"Bye," he replied softly, glancing after her until she disappeared from the office. Y/N was an incredibly attractive woman, but she seemed very reserved and shy.

  Draco's eyes moved to Jericho. Was he having a bad day? Until a few moments ago he had been in a good mood, but he had been rude to his wife and Draco couldn't understand that at all. Actually, this whole thing should be none of his business, but somehow an unpleasant feeling crept over him. Nevertheless, Draco concentrated on his work again, because this was also important.

While Jericho and Draco sat in the office doing their work, to be more precise, while Draco did his work, Y/N sat outside the door waiting for her husband. She gazed thoughtfully in front of her, her mind kept on wandering. She wondered what Jericho wanted to discuss with her and why she should wait extra for that. Couldn't they discuss this at home? Actually, she had not wanted to spend her days off at the ministry.

But before Jericho would get angry again because she couldn't satisfy him, she preferred to be bored at the ministry. Draco, meanwhile, wondered why Jericho was making his wife wait unnecessarily long. Should he say something?

"Listen, Jerry, I'm going to take a break now. Don't keep Y/N waiting too long if you have something important to discuss with her."

"Oh, she can wait," Jericho said carelessly as he played with his papers rather than worked. Draco frowned a little and finally rose from his seat, rolling his eyes as he did so. Jericho didn't feel like working and Draco didn't feel like Y/N wasting time unnecessarily because of the two of them.

"Really now, Draco? You're leaving already?"

Without another word, Draco was about to leave the office, but Jericho still had something to say to him.

"Dinner with us tonight? How about it, Malfoy?"

The invitation was unexpected, but Draco was willing to accept for Y/N's sake. The blond man looked thoughtfully at the ground before nodding and agreeing to Jericho.

"Sure, why not!"

"Great! See ya!"

As Draco left Jericho's office, Y/N was sitting outside the door, as was to be expected. With a cup in her hand, by what seemed to be a hot drink. It was getting colder as winter announced itself.

"It's getting colder outside."

Y/N looked up in surprise as she was suddenly addressed. She hadn't even noticed that Draco had left the office, but she was all the more pleased to look into his handsome face.

"Yes, I suppose so."

She rose from her seat and walked towards Draco. As he gave her a warm look and at the sight of his blue eyes, her stomach started to tingle like crazy. Draco felt similar when she was around him.

"Are you done with your work?" she asked as she closed her hands around the warm cup, since her fingers were freezing and she wanted to keep them warm.

"Yes. You can go to see him if you like," Draco replied, even though he had to admit that he would have preferred to talk to her some more but Draco reminded himself that she was already tied to another man. Although, deep down, Draco was a selfish man and he liked the countless thoughts of a secret affair with her far too much.

"Yes, I shouldn't keep him waiting," the young woman replied, looking down at the floor for a moment. Jericho could be short-tempered at times, and when he was in a bad mood, he often took it out on her.

"See you soon, Draco. I hope next time we have some time to talk."

Her pretty smile made the man's heart beat faster and he nodded towards her.

"Well, um, I'll see you tonight."

"Oh?"

"Your husband invited me to dinner."

"Really? I mean... sure!"

She was surprised, but not averse to welcoming Draco into her home. However, she wasn't at all set on it as she didn't have much time to prepare a big dinner. Of course, she could save a lot of time with magic, but she preferred to cook traditionally.

"Well, see you later, Y/N."

So they parted ways. Y/N knew it was wrong to think of another man, but Draco's closeness made her feel comfortable. With Jericho on the other hand, she hadn't felt safe for a long time and if she was honest, his closeness made her uncomfortable.

"Jerry?"

The man turned to her, eyeing her from head to toe, before walking up to her and gently placing his hand on her cheek. Y/N was a little surprised at this tender gesture, but she said nothing. Jericho was rarely so gentle with her. The young woman placed her cup on his desk before turning back to him.

"What did you want to talk to me about, Jerry?"

"Draco is coming for dinner tonight," he said as he studied her face closely. Y/N didn't know why he was staring at her like that but she didn't mind so far. Actually, Jericho didn't want to discuss anything with his wife; he just felt like making her wait, to annoy her. Lately, the young man found that he enjoyed making his wife do unnecessary things....

"Wipe off that red lipstick. It looks ridiculous!"

"What?"

Y/N didn't understand why Jericho said that to her. Quite confused, she looked at him, rather he put his thumb on her lips and roughly wiped the color away.

"Jericho!"

She slapped his hand away before touching her lips and trying to salvage what might be possible. But he had smeared the color beyond the corner of her mouth and there was now red lipstick on her cheek as well.

"Are you crazy?!"

"You know I don't like it when you get all dressed up! I hate it!"

"That's none of your business! It's my business!"

But Jericho didn't see it that way. Y/N was his wife. At home, she was allowed to wear what she wanted and even put on makeup the way she wanted - but not outside their marriage. Jericho was terribly jealous because he didn't want other men to look at her. He was afraid that his wife might cheat on him. But with his jealousy mania he broke more than he would save.

Suddenly Jericho grabbed her delicate face roughly. She looked so fragile under his hands.

"You will behave yourself tonight! Do you understand me, Y/N? Or do you want Draco to think I married a tramp?!"

A tramp? Why? Because she had put on some lipstick and blush? Because she liked to wear clothes that flattered her figure? Y/N was stubborn and she didn't care how many times her husband preached that she should dress decently. It was her body and she was allowed to do whatever she wanted. Jericho even forbade her to wear lace. Jericho became more and more possessive, although everything had started so beautifully, and the longer she had to live with him she realized that this man was not good for her.

"Now get out of here!"

When he roughly let go of her, Y/N looked at him with wide eyes. This was the first time he had gotten physical. His grip on her chin had been rough and painful.

"I still have work to do!"

Wordlessly, Y/N left her husband's office, and as she did so, she closed the door firmly behind her.

"Asshole..." she muttered under her breath. The lipstick was completely smeared and she sighed in annoyance. She would have to fix that before she could venture out into the street. She got a few concerned looks on her way to the bathroom, but that didn't matter to her at the moment. She had to understand what had happened to Jericho again.

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Y/N sighed in annoyance as she heard her husband's voice echoing up to her from downstairs in the bedroom. She was fixing her hair when she heard his loud voice.

"Hurry up!"

The young woman just shook her head and looked in the mirror, trying to ignore her husband as best she could, but he called out to her again, and this time even louder. Y/N had already heard Jericho's heavy footsteps as he hurried up the stairs, once he realized that his calls had fallen on deaf ears with his wife. Y/N had really had enough of him today and closed her eyes in exasperation, trying to relax, but it really wasn't easy.

"Are you deaf, Y/N?!"

"I'm not done yet! For god sake!"

"You better behave yourself tonight, Y/N! I'm warning you!"

He was warning her? The young woman turned to him, looking at him in horror. Where was this coming from now? She just shook her head as she looked him over from head to toe.

"The only one misbehaving lately is you, Jerry!"

"Careful, Y/N! Don't you dare talk to me like that!"

The young woman didn't understand anything anymore. Jericho was just talking crazy and she couldn't follow his words at all, because they didn't make any sense at all.

"What are you wearing anyway! Take it off right now!"

Her black dress was figure-hugging, but it didn't show much skin. Admittedly, in the back of her mind, her thoughts had been with Draco when she had chosen that dress. She didn't care that Jericho had objected to it. She wasn't wearing it for him, but primarily for herself.

Before Jericho could say anything else, the doorbell rang and before he turned away from Y/N, he glared at her. Y/N did the same and she narrowed her eyes as she looked after him. This was going to be an unpleasant evening, Y/N was convinced.

A short time later, Y/N left the bedroom and she heard the voices of the two men while she was still standing at the top of the stairs, looking down at the front door. When she saw Draco, she smiled. Jericho greeted his friend as if nothing had happened. He was really good at changing his mood from one moment to the next. She would not succeed so easily, especially since this verbal exchange with Jericho had given her a stomach ache that was getting even stronger at the moment. Fortunately, she was not alone with her husband tonight. It was nice to see a friendly face. The young woman sighed, almost seeming a little excited about Draco's presence, but it was a tingly feeling and it made her forget her idiot husband for a moment. Y/N walked down the stairs and when Draco caught her gaze, the two looked at each other for a moment. Silently, yet with a gentle smile on their faces. The young man's eyes slid up and down her body. All wide were his eyes, for she was so lovely and simply beautiful. But she had always been that in his eyes.

"Y/N! Aren't you going to greet our guest?"

Jericho hadn't noticed the looks on their faces, though he was always very careful about how one met his wife but with Draco, Jericho probably had no actual qualms. And she wouldn't dare look at another man anyway. - he would see to that.

"Hello, Draco."

Y/N skillfully ignored her husband and didn't dignify him with a glance as she walked towards Draco. This did not escape Jericho's notice now and he gave her a suspicious look. However, he held his tongue for the moment.

"Hello, Y/N. You look very beautiful!"

"Thank you."

It was good to hear that, since Jericho criticized her all the time.

"Come on Draco!" Jericho said all of a sudden interjecting. "Honey, could you please take care of the roast? Before it burns and we have to chew on dry buns?"

He did it again. Jericho teased where he could.

"Of course..."

She gave Draco another smile before walking into the kitchen. Draco glanced after the young woman before being invited into the dining room by his friend.

"You have a remarkable home, Jericho."

Draco was amazed as he looked at the interior. It was very clean and everything had its order. Large and spacious, not as big as the old Malfoy mansion, but still magnificent.

"Belonged to my great aunt. Left it to me after she died!" But then Jericho waved it off, "Let's have a toast instead! Y/N!!"

Of course Jericho wanted to make it easy for himself, after all, what did he have a wife for at home? It was her job to take care of her husband. And if she could smile so sweetly at Draco, she could play the waitress all evening. At least, that's how Jericho thought it should be.

"Y/N! Bring the wine for our guest!"

Draco frowned as he heard Jericho call so rudely for his wife. He wondered if he was always so rude? He had been this way with her this morning at the Ministry too, and Draco didn't like that.

"Jericho, it's cool. I can wait for it."

"No, you're my guest and I want to be a good host! I don't want word to get around the Ministry that I'm a bad host!" he said, laughing. The corner of Draco's mouth lifted into a small smile, but somehow the mood was uncomfortable for him right now...

The mood was high-spirited; at least for Jericho. Rather less for Draco and certainly not for Y/N. Just the way Jericho talked with his wife was disrespectful and despicable to Draco. It was obvious that it made him feel sick to listen to Jericho.

"Y/N!"

"Oh, Draco! You're still unmarried! Believe me, the sooner they learn, the better you'll be able to tame your woman!"

Jericho had clearly had too much wine and it was making itself obvious, making Y/N ashamed of her husband. She was more than uncomfortable with Draco having to deal with Jericho's outrageous nature.

"Y/N! Bring another bottle of wine for Draco!"

Draco frowned. For him? Or for Jericho himself? He didn't know what kind of drinker Jericho was. His attention turned the next moment to the young woman who brought a new bottle to the table. Y/N dared to look at Draco again, although this evening was so incredibly embarrassing for her!

At the same time Draco did not judge her, for in the end he felt sorry for her. Draco wondered if it was just the wine that made Jericho act like an asshole?

Y/N was bringing the roast from the kitchen and setting it at the table when Jericho dragged her onto his lap, eyeing her as if she were a piece of meat.

"Jericho!"

Y/N turned her eyes away from Draco, for this situation made her so uncomfortable that she would have preferred to cry. Her husband had no manners, not even towards Draco did he have any shame. The devil had possessed him, clearly!

"Y/N, Y/N! All I want to do is look at my beautiful wife and proudly announce to Draco that you are mine!"

Draco looked at the two of them silently at first, then averted his eyes as well, for it was clear to see that this situation disgusted him. Especially because it seemed to bother Y/N more than anything that her husband was behaving so tactlessly in front of his guests. Draco didn't know his friend like that at all, and he wondered if it was common for Jericho to show his wife no respect.

"Did I tell you that you look lovely tonight, dear?"

Jericho gently stroked her hair to the side, and it was clear that Y/N disliked being touched by him.

Suddenly Draco's voice was heard, for he could bear this situation no longer,

"Jericho? Hold off on the wine for a bit!"

Jericho's rude manner was out of place! Y/N looked tormented and she wanted to escape this situation. But Jericho didn't take it seriously at all; he just laughed and emptied his glass all at once before finally letting go of the young woman. Suddenly, and without warning, Y/N gave her husband a resounding slap in the face. Her handprint was clearly visible on his cheek and she glared angrily at him, which Jericho only returned. His expression turned dark as he slowly turned his face to look up at her. He clenched his jaw tightly, clearly showing the bones pressing against his skin.

"You're acting like the biggest asshole, Jericho! You should be ashamed of yourself!"

Draco smiled in satisfaction. He had really earned that slap. Good thing Y/N had done it, otherwise Draco would have stepped in sooner or later and then it would have been more than just a slap.

Y/N was so embarrassed and Draco had seen for the first time how his friend acted at home and this made him bristle.

He would keep an eye on Jericho. There was something very wrong between Jericho and Y/N and his gut told him that it wasn't just the alcohol to blame for it...

[dracolizardlars]

My disapproval of those who cheat on their partners is constantly at odds with my love of bisexual historical figures

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

Patented Daydream

“Did they blackmail you too?” Malfoy asked, nose lifting in the air. “No good bloody Gryffindors that should’ve been in Slytherin. When I get my hands on the Weasley twins I’ll—” “Blackmail?” Harry’s brows rose. “I’m here because they suckered me into it.” “I’ve always known you were daft, but damn.” Harry was going murder Fred and George and blame it on Ron.

Some tags: Secret Relationship, Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes, Sirius Black Lives, Nerdy Draco, Draco is Good with Business, Joke Products, Harry and Draco Create Products, Smart Draco Malfoy

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Gifted to @valoale who I hope is feeling better and I hope this can make you smile today.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Dress

"Don't laugh!" Draco shouted through the door of their bedroom.

He rolled his eyes and turned the page of his quidditch magazine. "Draco, I never laugh at your new clothes," he called back. It was true, he didn't, Draco sometimes picked the loudest, most ostentatious patterns imaginable; sometimes he picked cloaks that changed color based on his mood; once, memorably, he'd even found a hat with enormous peacock feathers. He'd never laughed, because he understood that clothes were an outlet for Draco, a way of being who he felt like he was on the inside. "I promise," he added.

When the door didn't open after a few more moments of silence, Harry set down his magazine, "Draco?"

"Yes," the other man said through the door. "Yes, coming."

The door opened a crack but Draco didn't emerge, "Promise," he said. "Swear on our marriage and our nonexistent children that you won't laugh."

"Baby," he said, standing from the couch and moving toward the door. "I promise. I won't laugh."

"Sit down," Draco said, peaking around the corner, just his forehead and eyes visible. "Sit down and close your eyes. I can't do it if you're looking at me."

He frowned but did as Draco asked.

The door creaked as it opened the rest of the way, and the sound of Draco's bare feet padding across the floor made the pit of Harry's stomach warm. He could feel Draco's presence in front of him, knowing that his husband was standing there looking at him, weighing him.

"Babe," he said, holding his hands out and waiting for Draco's to fill them. His fingers clasped Harry's, shaking just a little. "Hey," he said softly, "I love you. All of you. I'm not going to laugh."

After a shaking exhale, Draco gave Harry's hands a squeeze and took a step back, "Open your eyes," he murmured.

Harry was not in any way prepared for the sight before him. Draco was wearing a simple green dress, a low v-neck with thin straps, it was fitted through the bust and cinched at the waist. The whole dress was layered with chiffon that gave it a soft, dreamy quality; the skirt was full and with the layers of chiffon, Harry knew it would flare out if he twirled. He swallowed, "Wow," he managed after a moment.

"It's a lot, I know-" Draco started, tucking a strand of hair back behind his ear, "and I-"

"You look fucking gorgeous," Harry interrupted. "Let me see the back?"

Slowly, Draco turned, showing Harry an equally deep v in the back with a crisscross of thin straps that helped to keep the top of the dress tight to his torso. All of the freckles he'd gotten in the sun on their vacation last month were a stark contrast to the pale of his skin.

"You look amazing," he said again as Draco turned to face him once more.

Draco ducked his head, cheeks flushed a lovely pink. Harry was about to ask him to do a real spin so he could admire the skirt when Draco blurted, "I don't think I'm always a boy."

He blinked but before he could say anything, Draco continued.

"And I don't think I'm a girl," he said uncertainly. "I just," he shrugged, helplessly, eyes welling up with tears, "I think there's something broken inside of me," he whispered.

"Oh," Harry said, standing and pulling him into his arms, "sweetheart, no." He kissed Draco's temple, "there's nothing wrong with you. It's alright," he added, mentally thanking Ginny for the lecture she'd given him three years ago about one of her nonbinary team mates. "Maybe you're just nonbinary. It's alright," he repeated, holding Draco's trembling body closer.

"You thought you married a man," Draco blurted as he clung to Harry's jumper, face hidden against his shoulder. "I don't-"

"Hey," he said softly, pulling back a bit so that he could meet Draco's eyes, "sweetheart," he murmured, heart aching with the thought that Draco might have been keeping this from him because he was afraid of how Harry might react. "I love you. It doesn't matter to me what you identify as, it won't change that I love you. I love the person you are," he said, "Everything else is just how you get to feel comfortable in your own skin. I want you to be happy."

"I don't know who I am," Draco whispered.

He nodded and pressed a kiss to Draco's forehead, "I'd like to be with you while you find out, if you'll let me?"

Draco swallowed, gaze flickering between Harry's eyes, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, love. I'm positive."

Slowly Draco nodded, "I'd like that."

He kissed Draco's cheek, "Can I admire you in your new dress a little more?"

With a shy little smile that Harry utterly adored, Draco nodded and stepped back, wiping his eyes.

"Well, give us a proper spin, then," Harry said.

Draco spun and the skirt flared, twirling around as Draco laughed, face open and radiant in a way that Harry wasn't sure he'd ever seen.

"I should take you out," Harry said, capturing him in his spinning and pulling Draco into his arms again before starting to dance around the living room. "We should go out dancing."

Draco shook his head, "what would people say?"

"That you're gorgeous," he said, "but respectfully because if they didn't say it respectfully, I'd punch them."

"Harry," Draco sighed, "the press-"

"What if we went to a muggle place?" he interrupted because he knew that Draco was right but he didn't want Draco to think there was anything that Harry was ashamed of about this. "Just until you feel more confident in who you are? What if we go out and experiment together? Give you a chance to feel comfortable in your skin before we let the world know?" He tucked a strand of hair behind Draco's ear, "I want to show you off," he added, knowing how Draco loved to be seen in his new things, "you deserve to be admired in this beautiful dress."

"Are you sure?" he asked. And in the question Harry heard a thousand other insecurities.

"I've never been more sure of anything than I am of you," he replied, holding Draco's gaze with his own. "You are the love of my life. No matter what. I love you and I just want you to love you as much as I do."

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