#angsty draco

[homesickcas]

exposing my draco obsessions with two drawings of mine

[siriusly-parker]

—flor de maracuja [draco m.] —prologue. [intro]

[series masterlist]

tags. [draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader, students came back to finish their senior year, after the war, fluff, angst, kinda grumpy x sunshine, series]

author’s note. [really really short intro, plz tell me if you’d actually like a series!! ꩜ i siriusly love you <3]

wc. [0.67k]

“Remember! The harder the growing, the higher the grading!” Growled the teacher as the rest of his class started to pack their things and leave.

Mr. Derwen Pembroke was Madam Sprout’s gloomier Welsh replacement after the war. Of the few teachers left, not many came back to Hogwarts. The lack of staff meant that he was the only herbology professor, one who hated teaching introduction classes, as he felt he was overqualified. He constantly reminded his students of it and only kept his rudeness to a minimum with his Advanced crew. As a Herbology 101 student, Draco absolutely despised him.

“Mister Malfoy.” Draco stopped at the door. “You are failing my class.” He turned around and walked deeper inside the class towards his incredibly bored-looking teacher. “Actually, I believe I am not, Professor.” Mr. Pembroke rolled his eyes and put his feet up on his already muddy desk. “You’re right, I’m sorry. You are not failing.” Draco felt he was being condescending. “Yet.” Of course he was. “But, if your thumb doesn’t get as green as that damn tie very soon, you most definitely will be.” He sighs “I would like for you to be tutored for this assignment. Mr. Longbottom should be at the AH2 greenhouse right about now. He’ll explain everything.” Draco nodded, keeping his groaning hushed as he turned to leave the classroom. “One more thing.” Mr. Pembroke stopped him. “Don’t ever try to correct me again, Mr. Malfoy. No one likes a smartass.” The boy didn’t argue, he knew better than to bargain with a snake. “Of course, Professor.” “Don’t be a suck up either.” He was taken aback. What did this man want? But, Derwen laughed before he had the chance to finish his thought. “I’m just kidding, Draco. Don’t be so uptight.” “Well, there’s not much left for me to be now, is there, Sir?” “Smartass.” He snorts.

AH2 meant Advanced Herbology II. Their greenhouse was farther from the castle and closer to the forest, and only AH2 students or personally approved ones, like Draco, were allowed to use it. The small runned down shack didn’t interest many students, anyway. It looked old and disheveled, nothing very appealing.

When he got there, the so-called greenhouse was empty and Neville was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t really in the mood to look for him, so he hovered around all the weird looking plants, many of which he had never even seen before.

As he walked, he noticed a small passage towards what seemed to be like an extension of the place. It ended up being much bigger than what it hinted to from the outside, probably by an Undetectable Extension charm, like the one he used for his bag. It looked more like a national botanical garden than a stupid herbology class greenhouse. Entering the room, a faint melody could be heard from what Draco assumed to be the solarium.

When Draco walked into the sunlit room, he saw her. He saw the bows in her hair first. They were yellow like her skirt and the laces on her shoes.

“Are you lost?” The girl asked without turning around. Draco’s taken aback. He didn’t think she had even noticed his presence. “What?” “I’m asking if you are lost.” She says matter-of-factly. “Oh. Well, I guess I kind of am.” He tries to find the right words by rubbing the back of his neck, “...Sorry.” but she turns to face him with a bright smile he definitely didn’t expect. “No worries! I completely understand. This place is an absolute maze!” Her laugh was warm and it made the boy dizzy. Haven’t heard anyone be so friendly to him in a long time, he tries to change the conversation, so as to not think about it too much. “I’m actually waiting for Longbottom.” “That makes sense.” She smiles. “You can wait here if you want. He shouldn’t take long.” Turning back to caring for her plants, she shifts on her feet. “So… what are you working on?”

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[dhr-dump]

One night, Potter arrives at the Manor, his anger evident, and Draco can only imagine why. He was just thankful that he didn’t jinx him on sight, given his set of skills as an Auror, given what had happened between him and Hermione. Due diligence, he guessed.

“Why are you doing this, Malfoy?”

His first words to him, fuming.

Meanwhile, he can only pretend.

“Please, Potter, I don’t need you coddling me.”

“I’m here for Hermione. And you hurt her.”

He flinches. He knows why he’s here, of course. He’d hurt her when she was the one who confessed first. He’d hurt her when he didn’t respond to her feelings. When he only stared at her. When he only retreated.

“Probably better now rather than prolonging it.”

Potter pulls him by the shoulder a bit too hard.

“What are you doing? You’re in love with her!”

Draco tries so hard not to lose the walls in his mind.

“I never said that.”

“I can see it in your eyes, Malfoy.”

He almost laughs, but there is only the unease in his breath. He seethes instead.

“There’s nothing in my eyes. Do you see images of her anywhere? What the fuck have you been drinking—”

“Arsehole! It’s when you’re with her, you’re happier.”

Draco blinks, then sighs when he looks down at his feet. He knows that. There's no need to tell him that.

“Why, Malfoy?”

Draco smiles, the saddest one he could muster.

“It’s because I don’t deserve her, Potter,” he says, shrugging Potter’s hand off his shoulder. “She deserves someone better.”

When Potter leaves the Manor, Draco pretends not to hear his last words to him.

“You’ve been better than you were, Malfoy. I just hope you see that.”

I just hope you see that, her voice echoes in his mind instead of Potter’s, and it accompanies him in his dreams until he sees her again.

[jittery-wisp]

[witchyvibes91]

Slytherin Boys: Losing You in the War

Summary: Slytherin boys have lost you in the war. They now have to deal with the realization that you are gone.

TW: death, murder by spells, loss of life, angst, kidnapping, this shit is angsty as hell so please read with caution

Mattheo: Mattheo was fighting hard. He was on the wrong side, he knew he was, but he wasn’t helping them. What they didn’t realize was how hard he was fighting for your side, the right side. Mattheo was muttering spells under his breath to help your side all while hoping you would be okay.

Mattheo had begged you not to fight in the war. He knew it wasn’t safe. People were going to die and people did die. But what Mattheo didn’t know, at least not yet, is that you were one of those people. When his father was finally defeated and the smoke had cleared, Mattheo searched everywhere for you. 

“Where the fuck is she?” He muttered under his breath as he walked through the rubble of the castle. There were bodies he recognized. Foes. Friends. But it wasn’t until he saw that familiar hair that his heart stopped. Your hair was lying against the jacket he gave you, his jacket. The jacket was now lying on the stairs towards the entrance.

“No. No. No.” Mattheo said in disbelief as he finally started to make his way towards you. He turned you over and saw those cold and empty eyes. The eyes he loved so much. The eyes that used to hold so much warmth. 

“NO!” He shouted louder this time, holding onto your limp body. He pressed you against himself and sobbed. For the first time in his life, Mattheo Riddle sobbed. 

Theo: Theo had locked you in a room. No fucking way you were going to fight. He wouldn’t allow it. He kept you locked up in his room, ensuring you were safe. You argued, begged, pleaded with him but he couldn’t dare to see you hurt.

Theo, having been forced to the dark side, was doing anything he could to stop them. He was working from the inside, fighting alongside Mattheo as best as he could. Mid-fighting, there was a loud explosion. Theo turned to see the castle crumbling. And it happened to be very close to the Slytherin dorms.

He ran. He ran as fast as he could towards that area. He pushed past anyone and everyone he could until he was finally there. The rubble was a lot but Theo was strong. The use of a wand went out the window as he dug through the bricks. But that’s when he found you. Still. Lifeless.

Theo grabbed you from the rubble, refusing to believe you were gone. He tried to get you to sit up, tried to wake you up. He tried everything until he finally accepted it. 

“Oh Bella, I’m so sorry. I’m so, so sorry.” 

Lorenzo: “We’ll be safe. Don’t worry.” Enzo whispered to you as the two of you had slipped out. It was early into the war. There were loud bangs, and flashing lights everywhere.

Enzo had a plan. He wasn’t going to leave everyone to fight for themselves, but he couldn’t have you out there. He was going to take you somewhere safe before returning. 

“Don’t go back.” You whispered as the two of you continued walking. Enzo stopped in his tracks, staring at you. He thought about it. He really had. The castle was but a tiny blip in the skyline now from the two of you. 

“You know I have to, darling,” Enzo said quietly, knowing he couldn’t leave his friends behind. You were going to say something else when there was a ruffling sound. You were quickly grabbed and Enzo watched as the men held the wand straight to the side of your head.

“Don’t!” He shouted but it was too light. The flash of green light hit instantly and you were gone. There wasn’t even time to process what had happened before Enzo pulled out his wand and started shooting the unforgivable curse in every direction he could. He was hurt. Devastated. When all was said and done, he finally turned to you.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this.” He whispered as he felt the tears start to fall. He dropped to his knees, soft whimpers escaping his lips. He had lost you, the only important thing in his life. As he held your lifeless body, he wished he had let them take him too. Maybe then he could finally be with you in peace. Just maybe. 

Draco: Draco was doing everything he could to figure out how to keep you safe. His parents wanted to leave and escape the war. But he couldn’t. Not without you.

No one had seen you. No one had heard from you. Maybe you had run away first? The two of you had talked about it, as risky as it was. Draco was willing to do anything to protect you. He was walking with his parents when they heard a voice, a familiar one.

“The Malfoys running away? Not surprised.” The death eater said as his parents turned around. His father mentioned something about letting them go and the death eater nodded his head towards another one.

“You might want to think that over.” He said before they pulled you out. Your hands were tied and your eyes were stained from all the crying. Draco immediately felt his heart dropping.

“Let her go!” He shouted, his hands turning into fists. The death eater pushed you to the ground until you fell onto your knees. You looked up at Draco and mouthed ‘Help me’ and his heart started to race. He was filled with rage.

“Maybe this will teach you not to run away.” The death eater said before quickly shooting that bright green light at you. Draco caught you as you fell, feeling the tears instantly hitting his face. He held you as his father cursed the man, a battle ensuing between the two of them.

But Draco couldn’t focus on anything but you. He stroked your hair, secretly hating himself for ever bringing you into this world. He would spend the rest of his life hating himself for losing you.

Blaise: There was a plan. A set-in-stone plan. You were going home with the others. Several students were sent home, their parents insisting they go home. You were one of them. That’s what Blaise was told, anyway.

He was stalking on the moving staircase after fighting too many men to count when he heard the commotion. Screaming. Lights flashing. Smoke. He turned to see a fire growing and his heart was racing. How could this be happening? 

He knew he had to help. He rushed down, pulling out people as he could. The staircase moved and he had to rush back to try and reach more people. But the smoke was thick and it was covering his eyes. He was coughing, holding his arm over his forehead as he tried to find more people. But the hands stopped reaching and instead, he was pulling out motionless bodies.

Blaise reached for one more body, hardly able to see as the smoke covered him. He was holding it as the staircase moved once more, bringing him to a less foggy area. But that’s when he saw who it was. You. 

“Wh-what?! No. No. No! What the fuck?!” Blaise shouted as he held you. You weren’t supposed to be here. You weren’t supposed to stay. He stroked back your hair as he took in the sight of you. It didn’t make sense.

Later, when the war was over and everything was said and done, your friend found a note you had written still perfectly intact in your room.

“My Dearest Blaise…I can’t let you do this alone. I will fight beside you and we will make it out on the other side. Together.” 

Regulus: Regulus had been working from the inside for over a year now. He had done awful, terrible things to prove himself to the dark lord. And you knew it. You hated it, but you understood why. 

“Stay safe,” Regulus whispered to you the night before the war. He kissed your forehead before whisking out the window. He was supposed to complete one final task. A quick one and he would be back by morning. That’s all it was supposed to be.

It wasn’t until the break of dawn did Regulus realized this task would take much longer than anticipated. When he finally arrived back at the castle, it was late. The war was over. He searched everywhere for you but you were nowhere to be found.

As the sun rose the next morning, the professors started to call out the names of the dead. One by one the names appeared on a large scroll plastered to a wall in the Great Hall. Regulus’ eyes scanned the scroll over and over again. 

It was close to fifty names when yours finally popped up. The gold ink shimmered your name in the prettiest cursive as it flew across the scroll. Regulus felt sick. His head was spinning and he hoped his eyes were betraying him but that wasn’t the case. You were gone. 

Regulus couldn’t stand the thought of being at the castle anymore so he left. He spent years mourning you, never truly able to fully move on. For you were the one thing that mattered in this life. The only reason worth living. Without you, the world was truly black. 

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[maledictusfotum]

I had been mostly neutral about Drarry, but then today happened and for some reason they've been planted inside my brain like a parasite

[lilithofpenandbook]

au where when a Death Eater is killed, they can actually not die, on one condition:

Their heart must be pure.

This doesn't mean they never ever did anything wrong. That's impossible if you're human. No, this means that whatever they've done, it's for a selfless reason. That whatever bad they've done for selfish reasons, they've fully regretted, repented, and set out for redemption. That in their heart of hearts, they are no true Death Eater, because true Death Eater have no compassion, or selfless love. Selfless Love is a pure thing, and if that exists in the heart, then they may survive being killed.

And there's another thing: they return to the physical state they were in before taking the Dark Mark. It's all effectively "wiped clean", as it were. Of course, the actions remain, as do the mental scars, but the physical body is now back to when it was still pure of this evil as a little nod to the purity of their heart.

During the second war, then, there are a few Death Eaters who do not die. But only the fewest:

The most famous example? Severus Snape, who is all but a mere child, barely touching adulthood. Who's small and underweight, whose body is still riddled with scars from the Good Guys. Who's so young it's frightening to think he became a death eater at this age because there's something so broken and fragile about him. How did he manage to survive through that?

And then... And then there's Bellatrix. Bellatrix Black.

Who... Who's a literal child.

[vimusiohc]

Name the hardest line in fiction?

THISSSSS:

fic: Dwelling by aideomai

[klspacecadet]

me when I have a drarry dream and I’m being DRAGGED back to it like please klance keep me safe i can’t do this

hopefully I can make it through the day and I’ll be fine tomorrow but pleaseeeeeeeeee let me live

[tommythaechalamet]

Father

My father will hear about this

He'll hear

How much you mean to me

How much I love

Your glasses, sliding down your nose

Electric green eyes

Piercing my heart

I'll tell him

How much I want to make you mine

Every part of you

Your foolish bravery

You always had the heart of a lion

And the body of a Greek god

My father will hear about this

But he won't listen

[runningwithmyeyesclosed]

Draco pulled out a box of cigarettes, terrible muggle things, but they calmed him.

"So you're dating muggleborns now?" the voice surprised him but he refused to let it show.

"I thought it was I who was meant to be the prejudiced Death Eater not you." Draco raised an eyebrow and turned to look at Harry.

"I guess I'm just trying to figure out what you are doing with that guy." Harry shrugged.

"I am dating that guy." Draco rolled his eyes and crossed his arms holding his cigarette away from him.

"C'mon Draco he is a tool."

"He is fine. What is your problem? You know what? I don’t care." Draco threw his cigarette on the floor and stepped on it as he pivoted back to the entrance of the pub.

"You picked him but you wouldn't pick me?" Harry had grabbed Draco by the arm and held tight.  Draco spun back and yanked his arm out of Harry's grasp.

"Are you taking the piss right now?" Draco looked into Harry's eyes trying to read him.

"No, I really want to know what has he got that I don’t?" Harry stepped closer to Draco.

"You called me a deathtrap! Did you expect me to pick you when it was so obvious you couldn't stand the idea of being with me?" Draco could feel a knot growing in his throat and could hear his voice crack.

"I didn’t call you a deathtrap…" Harry's voice was low, angry.

"A moth drawn to the flame. I was the flame that was going to destroy you and its okay because you were right. We were two trains heading straight for each other. We would have wrecked each other, destroyed each other, it wasn’t a risk you were willing to take but I WAS. I was ready to take that risk I was going full speed when you pulled out of the race. So I was left in the wreck all by myself. I was hurting and alone while YOU were happy and in love with Ginny and I had to watch it ALL and now I'm beginning to be happy, and you? you what? You can't stand that someone can resist saint Potter? We are not going to happen  you missed your chance. So run back to your girlfriend." Draco's vision was blurry now, he blinked hard.

Draco knew he  needed to say it, but it hurt to turn him away Draco was still in love with him. Draco blinked again he couldn’t be in love though. Harry hurt him and he didn't think he would be able to put himself back together. He closed his eyes and walked away he had to or he would be destroyed all over again.

~~~

A conversation I imagine happening after Harry gets jealous of Draco when he brings a new man to a party. I imagine that they dated in secret during 8th year after the golden trio decides to befriend the Slytherins who returned; however, they break up because Harry can't be dating a death eater(is what he constantly says). Since they all become friends Draco has to see Harry get back together with Ginny and they attend all the friend parties together. Pansy finally decides to get Draco to start dating again.

[siriusly-parker]

—harry potter masterlist.

“it’s where we go, it’s where we’ll be.”

꩜ draco malfoy

ily, bye

flor de maracuja — series, hufflepuff!reader

꩜ headcanons

random lightning era hcs

[thomasbrodiesandwich]

hello tumblr!

anybody in the mood for some ~drarry angst~ in this fine day? i mean don't we all need a bit of HurtTM from our ship from time to time??? (pls say yes)

i present you... my drarry oneshot fic inspired by fleabag the series :D

me, a genius, choosing a title for this fanfic:

Title: This is (not) a Love Story

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Relationship: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter (Drarry)

Words: 1,386

Additional Tags: Infidelity, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Inspired by Fleabag (TV), Fleabag (TV) References, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, Harry Potter-centric

Summary: He was alone. And that was a fact, and a fact that will never change.

Until Harry met blue-grey eyes like storm clouds and white-blond hair that glows under the sun, with pointy nose and pointy chin and pointy cheekbones. Pale skin and little freckles under his eyes and on his forehead. Long eyelashes that rest on his cheek beautifully when he laughs from his belly, eyes closing, nose wrinkling, laugh lines visible, and tense jaw relaxed. Draco Malfoy, all grown-up. It gave Harry hope.

And it ruined him, too.

[jomiddlemarch]

last line tag game

Thanks to @trulybetty for tagging me-- I'm toggling among several open WIPs, so maybe I'll pick the multi chapter WIP I should probably have finished before I started another WIP...

“What about now? What are your nightmares?” 

Tagging @tortoisesshells @asteraceae-blue @aquitainequeen @nervousladytraveler @orlissa and anyone else who wants to play...

[dracothedeatheatingcupcake-ao3]

The monster that lives inside of my chest.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest. I don’t notice it often. It lives in the shadows, In the hidden spots. Lurking, creeping, hiding. In the spaces between and apart, It has made a home for itself.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest, And every day it grows a little bit bolder. It leaves its marks upon my heart, Deadly claws dug into my soul. It makes me scream and cry and beg, Gasping for every breath, Wondering when I’ll see it again.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest, And it’s overtaking all of me. I feel it growing from within Taking and taking and taking. I try to fight it but it’s so very strong; I try to refute it but it always wins. I don’t know how much longer I can resist.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest, And it has outgrown its home. To find more space it consumes more of me. Parts of myself once sacred, now lost, To the monster from within. My friends refuse to talk to me now. They don’t like the monster I’ve become.

There’s a monster that lives inside of my chest, Except it doesn’t live inside anymore. It’s made a home for itself inside of my eyes. Inside of my hands. Inside of my words. There’s a monster that lived inside of my chest, And I lost my fight against it.

[tinkrbell]

"why did it take you so long to tell me? how long have you been holding this in?" draco felt faint. a mixture of anger, resentment, and devastation simmered in the pit of his stomach. it felt like it had just begun for them, and it was all crumbling before they could even appreciate it. / @ircnwrought