#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]

[nottinmyheart]

"She just fell"

Theo Nott/Brothers bsf x Reader/Malfoy

Part Two-

Quite angsty ig but not from Theo!

Writers note: This is my first fic EVER, so please don't judge too harshly, but I'm also welcome to constructive criticism! I was thinking of making this a series, but I guess it depends if people like it or not. Tbh this was all really just for fun and my personal enjoyment!

Summary: You and Theo have been in love for years, but nothing has ever happened. After an incident where your twin brother (Draco) leaves you in tears, you are confused as to Theodores' feelings towards you.

As you stumbled over your own feet and felt yourself begin to collapse, a sudden pair of muscular arms wrapped around your waist preventing you from falling. Looking up, your whole body froze as you got lost in his mesmerising mixture of blues and greens for eyes. Breaking you from your trance was his deep, luscious voice which you so badly wished you could listen to on repeat for the rest of your days, "Well this seems familiar." He chuckled. And yes, it did.

Back in 1st year, you had been put in the exact same situation where you were running through the halls, dreading being late to snapes lesson, when you suddenly, abruptly tripped over your own feet. Just to your luck, Theodore Nott had been standing there and observing when he noticed the inevitable before it had even sprung into action. He immediately caught you with ease and couldn't stop himself from admiring every feature on your stunned, gorgeous face. He was consumed by your beauty while you were in the same boat as you stared back at your saviour. You swore it was love at first sight, and little did you know he felt the exact same way. Before either of you could speak, you were interrupted by that bellow of an annoying voice, your older brother (by 10 minutes). "Oi, get your hands off her Nott!" "Huh?" He spun around in confusion and was met with a fairly irritated Draco. "Don't hold her like that." He froze for a second, but after registering his friends words let go of you. "Ugh, Draco, what do you want!" You voiced back clearly unimpressed by his antics. "Draco, is this your girlfriend or something, mate?" Theodore questioned, clearly confused by his demand. "EW!" Both you and draco screeched in unison, quite childish. "NO! She's my annoying baby sister, " he explained, clearly offended by Theodores' outrageous comment. "BABY?!? You are older than me by 10 MINUTES. Don't act like you are any wiser than me!" You retaliated upset by the fact you were referred to as 'baby sister'. "So you are twins?" Theodore stated as he grasped the concept of how he had just fallen head over heels for his best mates twin sister.

"Oi! Get your hands off her, Nott!" There it was, just like last time, of course your brother had to interfere. Theo stiffened slightly at the sound of dracos voice, knowing he had just lost the chance to talk to you. Again. But he didn't let go straight away, and neither did you. Draco was now right next to the two of you and practically ripped you away from Theos hold. "What are you fucking doing Y/N, don't act like a helpless slut in front of my friends!" His voice was filled with malice and the weight of his horrible words poured over you. The hurt that his statement had on you was clear as your eyes began to fill with tears. Theo didn't know if he should defend you or not but seeing how hurt you looked he couldn't just allow you to stand there alone. Not wanting to completely ruin his relationship with draco, he barely held himself back from lashing out on him right then and there. "Dude she just fell! There's no need to start calling her names." Theo clenched his teeth at his friends quick response "She didn't "just fall" Y/N is clearly seeking attention and she doesn't have to seek it from my mates!" You stood there completely shocked from the words coming out of your own brothers, your own twins, mouth. "I- I honestly didn't mean to!" Was all you could splutter out but Draco just looked at you unconvinced. "Yeah whatever, stop acting so pathetic and just fuck off." So you did. As quickly as you could, you ran away from that situation and straight to your safe place.

In the astronomy tower, you were fortunate that no lessons were currently going on as the thought of anyone else seeing you like this, in pieces, made you sick to your stomach. You knew Draco and you were recently growing apart. And he was occupied by girls and rarely talked to you, but you couldn't believe how he had just treated you, his own flesh and blood. He treated you as if you were some trashy pick me girl just trying to find someone to fuck. You weren't that, why did he treat you like that? More tears began to flow down your face in an ugly sob and you couldn't stop.

Your best friends (Pansy and Luna) soon realised you weren't in lesson and questioned Draco as to if you were okay. Seeing the guilty expression on Dracos' face, they both knew he had said something. Although you and Pansy were both in Slytherin, in second year you ran into Luna Lovegood who as peculiar as she was, soon became great friends with the two of you and ever since then, the three of you had been like sisters. Knowing where you were, they both excused themselves and were let go since they used the 'period excuse'.

You were sat on top of the astronomy tower, questioning yourself as to why he would talk to you like that. Maybe you were just attention seeking, I mean, you were deeply in love with his best friend, so you couldn't deny you did want Theodores' attention. But you didn't deliberately fall into Theodores' arms, I mean, you didn't even notice he was there! You were just trying to catch up to your friends after you told them to walk ahead while you spoke to the teacher. And why did Theodore not let go of you? And now that you thought back to it, he did kind of defend you, right? Okay, now you were sure you were delusional, and your confused thoughts only fueled the fountain falling down your face.

Theodore was worried sick about you as he noticed you didn't show up to the next class and he soon saw Pansy and Luna leave the class looking extremely stressed, most likely in search of their lost friend. He felt horrible for just letting you run off and not defending you, and the guilt was eating him alive. But he was also pissed. Pissed at Draco for saying such foul words to you. So when he got the opportunity in class to have a conversation with him, he did. "Dude why the fuck were you so horrible to Y/N. She just fell and I caught her." He whispered in a hushed, stern tone, Draco responded in the exact same way. "She needs to understand that she can't just act like that around my mates. I mean God forbid she actually trys to hook up with one of you." Theodore was beginning to get annoyed at Dracos absurdity again. "But you were fucking horrible. I mean did you see the way you left her!? Plus why is it so bad if she does get with any of your friends? It's not like it would affect you in anyway?" Draco was baffled at this point "You can't be serious? It would affect me in every way and I would never get away from her. She's so annoying and never shuts up, it's not like any of you lot would fancy her anyway." He dismissed the thought, "She's just being dramatic, I'm sure she's fine". Although rage was bubbling over in Theo's head, he left it at that reflecting on how Draco viewed him having a relationship with you would be like.

"I'm sure she's fine." No, you definitely weren't fine, not even in the slightest. As Pansy and Luna made their way up the steps to the astronomy tower, they could hear your desperate sobs and locked eyes with eachother before covering the last few steps, empathy filled each of their eyes and they knew something really bad must have been said as you rarely cry, let alone have a full on breakdown. As you heard steps coming towards you, you frantically spun your whole body around, filled with fear, but relief washed over you as you realised it was only your friends. They comforted you for a good long while, listening to you rant and question yourself. They reassured you and promised it wasn't your fault, which made you feel slightly better, but the question still stood, "Why did Theodore not let go?" Sure, it could easily have been shock, but the way he looked at you, almost as if he never wanted to let you go, made you highly doubt that theory. Before you could dwell on the situation any longer, dinner rolled around, and you had promised your friends that you would go with them (not before you cleaned up and made yourself look presentable first). You couldn't let Draco know how much he had gotten to you. And you couldn't let Theodore see you in this state, even if you didn't yet know how he felt towards you.

[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.

[the-invisibility-bloke]

harry/draco | 450 words

October 2001

You find him before you realise you’re looking. That’s what you do, isn’t it?

“Suppose this is where you ask what I’m doing out here all by my lonesome.”

He spits it out like bitter tea, but he’s wrong. You don’t have to ask. Just like he didn’t have to turn around to know it was you. You think too loudly, he’s accused on more than one occasion, cushioned by a twitch of thin, pink lips.

Chilled travertine clips under your feet. You join him at the balustrade and parallel his posture, an existential wilt over the terrace railing, stare out at the manor’s spread of manicured topiaries. Shapeless demons in the dark. Bit too close to home.

“Reckoned you needed some air.”

“Bludger to the head is what I need.”

You smile. “Keep drinking, you’ll get there.”

He huffs. You haven’t seen a single bottle in his hand all night.

“Cold feet?” you ask.

“That would imply they were, at some point, warm.”

And because you’re you, heedless and out of time, you ask point blank, “Do you love her?”

His laugh runs colder, sharper, than the stone beneath your feet. “Is this what we do now? Bare our fucking souls?”

“Why not?”

“Because it doesn’t bloody change anything!”

It could, you nearly say, but he’s looking at you like he already knows. May as well lay your last card down.

“You don’t have to do it.”

“Jesus Christ, Potter.”

“Just figured I’d say it in case you needed to hear it.”

“Are you genuinely that arrogant? Standing here at my fucking stag do, telling me I don’t have to marry?”

“Yes.”

Chips down, shields up. “Got a better offer, then?”

Fire and ice go head to head in the tempest grey of his eyes, somewhere on the gradient between ash and permafrost, and all you want in the whole damn world is to thaw him out, ignite him from the embers. It’s there in his eyes, all of it, playing out like the flash of your life before you die, and you’d know: Three years’ worth of baby steps, shaky and uncertain. Hatred cooled to civility, civility to friendship. Every accidental touch, heating into the ones you stopped pretending were accidents. The growth of glances from fleeting to longing. The first time he called you Harry, then backtracked like he was burned.

Burn with me.

Your hand’s so close to his on the railing, you could stretch out your pinkie and touch him. Just once, just that, and he’d know.

“Draco.”

Lithe fingers climb over yours, cold, hot, quivering. They make it all the way up to your cheek by the time he says, “We can’t.”

-

[an angsty standalone from the last chapter of this hot mess]

[cl0wnstuff]

ive been kinda obsessed with this song and i cant stop thinking about drarry. just hear me out–

they were onto something, they discovered their feelings for the other and they dont tell each other exactly tho, but they understand what it’s happening. kind of.

but suddenly something happens and they distance themselves from the other (a fight, sixth year stuff, maybe their thing was a secret and someone discovered, idk it could be a lot of things) and they just dont talk anymore. but seeing the other on hogwarts halls is just painful, after all they lived together… but they also know that they weren’t even a real couple, so they don’t know if it’s fair to feel that pain.

i think its the most basic shit ever, but i can’t stop thinking about it

im also a huge fan of sixth year angst fics, so fuck it (leave recs about this btw :3)

“how can we go back to being enemies when we just shared a bed?

how can you look at me and pretend im someone you’ve never met?

[onlyfridaynights]

and what if in a modern royalty setting (or maybe not, we all here are suckers for a good victorian drama, sublime and angsty af) Draco is a prince, may be to the british or french crown, and his parents are planning on marrying him off with a not so random consort to be able to be crowned king. but he don‘t want to neither be king or be married to someone he doesn‘t know.

and in one of those times where he was going for a walk to clear his mind and lower the heat of anger from his body, he meets Harry. and the yearning is infuriating because he knows he can‘t have Harry. he can‘t even try to convince himself to be allured to the disillution, so he decides to stop meeting him.

and the yearing worsened, and every day that passes the wedding is getting closer and closer, so he decides to make a resolution. he decided to write in letters all the moments he enjoyed next to Harry; Draco described every raw and intense feeling that Harry caused in him, and although he could not do anything about it, he could immortalise the only time of freedom he lived next to the person he learned to love.

Draco never sent the letters, but he wrote Harry's name and address on each one of them. and if many years later, maybe after Draco's death or simply a coincidence, someone finds the letters stored in a box with the inscription "you are a collection of all the love letters i have written", maybe Harry could finally realise that the feeling was always reciprocated and understood that their time could come in another life.

[vimusiohc]

Name the hardest line in fiction?

THISSSSS:

fic: Dwelling by aideomai

[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

[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.

[halfwayup]

I am the designer of my own catastrophy

- Draco Malfoy