#but you know... malfoys

[whumpitlikeyoumeanit]

Home from Azkaban

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((Promptspiration: @week-of-whump 2023: October 12: Neglect / "You look awful." ))

Whumpee: Lucius

Whumper: Azkaban

Caretaker: Narcissa

Whump type: Imprisonment -> Recovery

Fic type: Canon Compliant

((warning: this is kind of "I wouldn't normally post this in this state" quality, big First Draft energy, but I am trying to actually post things for Whump Week :B ))

((words: ~750))

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When Lucius arrived home in the midst of the Azkaban prisoners, he was a shell of himself. Narcissa could hardly see the other Death Eaters for the scream of his sunken eyes and unkempt hair. She immediately took hold of his arm and led him upstairs, closing them in their rooms. She cared not one whit for the rest of them -- let Bellatrix have the entire manor, as far as she was concerned, and play the little hostess.

The elf had already prepared a bath, and Lucius mutely followed her there. He put up no resistance but only provided minimal assistance as she helped him undress. The prison uniform would be burned with great pleasure, when there was time for it.

Her anger grew as his body was exposed; no Auror, Wizengamot judge, or Ministry official would have been safe in the room with her when she saw what they had done to him. Her beautiful husband had wasted away, leaving him stretched and sunken. She could count his ribs; his spine jutted out sharply. There were small, raw sores on one side of his arm and leg that showed where he had not moved for long stretches of time.

But he was not as filthy as he should be, after a year. He had not grown a beard past the week's worth of stubble that would have come in between his arrest and completely perfunctory trial. She had no illusions that those imprisoned in Azkaban were given the opportunity or means to bathe and groom themselves -- no, the incarceration procedure must include some basic hygiene enchantments, the better for them to be thrown away and ignored, forgotten like human refuse.

Lucius Malfoy was not garbage.

She helped him into the water; he hissed quietly at the unaccustomed warmth, and then began to relax. She sat beside the bath and drew her wand to cast basic healing charms over him, erasing the blemishes from his skin, then moved on to attending his dirty, ragged fingernails.

When she looked up, he was staring at her -- but he was staring at her, not just staring. It seemed like he was seeing her for the first time. His grey eyes traveled slowly over her face, then he lifted his hand and tentatively touched her, leaving a line of warm water across her cheek with his thumb. She reached up and held his hand silently against her cheek.

In a moment, she squeezed his hand and stood up, stepping behind him to begin brushing out his hair.

It took time. His normally silky hair was dry and tangled, but she patiently worked out knots. Perhaps it would have been easier to cut it, perhaps he wouldn't even have cared right now, but she refused to entertain the idea. She would not allow this to change him, to steal his pride from him.

People thought that Lucius was soft, or weak, because he was genteel -- because he had manners, and refined sensibilities, and money. Yet, he had survived. A weak man would have died in a year spent under the Dementors, or lost his mind, and Lucius had held on. He had the strength to come back to her. He would come back.

He was moving of his own accord now; he washed his face and took a shuddering breath, and then he slowly went on to make sure he was clean.

When she was finished, the bath was getting cool. She gave his hair a final brush over and helped him out, and then into the clothes that had been laid out for him.

She moved them in front of the mirror to look at him, and moreover so that he could see himself, and see that he was himself. She could do nothing for the dark pits around his eyes and the lines of his face sharper than they had been, and she didn't know men's shaving enchantments so he would have to sort that himself in time, but even so, the change was night and day. Clean and tidy, with his neat suit and his hair falling just so as it should, he was suddenly Lucius Malfoy again, not the nameless Azkaban inmate who had been discarded in the darkness.

He did look at himself at first, taking it in, but his eyes fell ever back to her. In a few moments, he put his arm around her and lowered his face into her shoulder. "I nearly forgot you." His voice was raw and hoarse.

She ran her hand over his hair. "You were not forgotten."

[amomorii]

Yule Ball, 1994

"Can we talk?"

[pato-roldnart]

Some friendly Quidditch match for @hdwickedwixen zine :3

He caught the snitch!

[kk1smet]

“Sometimes I think back to my twenty-fourth birthday, when you asked me to make a wish. It was the first time in my life I didn't make a wish for myself; I made it for you.” The Boy From The Piano Shop by @soliblomst

je suis heureux de vous connaître. je trouve ton âme belle ♡

[astroselene]

white chocolate

pairing: draco malfoy x reader words: 1.5k warnings: smut, you know how it iiiis a/n: white chocolate has literally nothing to do with this fic, other than it was my working title. maybe draco's sweet like white chocolate :') this is tender, loving smut ig, just wanted to show some love for our boy draco <3

------------------------------------------------------ Your footsteps echoed off the dark stone floor as you walked down the drafty corridor toward the prefects’ bathroom – towards Draco. The torches and lanterns cast a dim light, creating shadows upon the wall. It was nearing curfew, but Draco had requested to meet you at the bathroom tonight, at the end of his patrolling shift of the castle. These bathroom ventures had become quite the habit for you and your boyfriend, meeting there every now and then to get some alone time. Privacy at Hogwarts was hard to come by, and your time with Draco was limited due to both of your lessons, your extracurriculars, his Quidditch practice and prefect duties to boot.

Your heart jumped at a longer shadow on the wall, and you could’ve sworn you saw something move around the corner. It was probably just Mrs. Norris, but you hastened your steps, wanting to get to Draco as fast as possible. You reached the door and let out a sigh of relief. Draco had arrived first and left the door open for you just an inch.

You stepped inside the vast marble bathroom and closed the door quietly behind you. Warm, humid air hit your skin, and you heard the noise of the running water from the countless taps above the giant bathtub. The air smelled like roses and lavender, and you took a deep breath in, smiling as your heart fluttered in anticipation, sensing the man behind you.

“You kept me waiting,” a voice drawled behind you.

Your skin prickled and butterflies danced in your stomach at his voice. You’d never get used to how good he made you feel, or what just hearing his voice did to you, even if you had heard it a thousand times before.

You turned around in spot, finding Draco with a small smile on his face, his expression contrast to his cocky words. He was already in the bath, surrounded by bubbles and steam, his arms splayed at the edges of the white marble of the tub. The humidity was making his usually neatly combed hair go out of place, a single stray falling softly over his forehead. It looked lovely on him.  

“You know I came as fast as I could,” you smiled back at him. His smile grew in response to yours. “I bet Mrs. Norris was snooping around again, I had to be careful.”

You studied each other, silence stretching for a while, anticipation blooming in your stomach and dropping lower.

“Come here,” Draco rasped, his voice huskier than just a moment ago.

You took a step forward, closing the distance between you and the bathtub slowly. Your hands reached up to loosen the tie on the thin nightgown you had worn for the trip from your dormitory to the bathroom. It wasn’t exactly practical wear for the ice-cold corridors of Hogwarts in winter, but it was his favourite and you wanted to wear it for him. His eyes snapped down to watch as your hands untied the knot and let the robe fall from your shoulders.

His eyes roamed up and down your body, hunger growing in his eyes. He shifted slightly in his seat in the bathtub.

You kept your eyes locked on his as you reached back to loosen the clasp of your bra, a small lacy thing you knew he loved. His fingers flexed on the marble, his knuckles going white as he gripped the edge. He kept staring back at you, not looking down, even though you knew it was taking every inch of his self-control. Your fingers hooked in your underwear next, shimmying it down as you enjoyed his eyes on you. You straightened up, making sure to take your time to look back at him. When you did, you smirked at the obvious lust on his face. He finally let his eyes travel down your body, and you could’ve sworn you hear him groan under his breath the at the sight of you, all in nude just for him.

Draco shifted again in his seat and made a come-hither motion at you with his finger. You bit your lip, almost squealing, as you stepped in to the heavenly-scented hot water. You crawled toward him and held onto the edge of the bathtub behind Draco’s shoulders as you eased yourself down into his lap. You sighed with pleasure at the sensation of the hot water caressing your body, and the feel of his strong thighs under you. His hands moved to your shoulders, and you closed your eyes as his soft hands stroked your skin. He skimmed his thumbs along your collarbones, and you moved your own hands to the back of his neck and the blond hair there, scratching gently at his skin. You heard him gasp at the tug on his hair, and you opened your eyes finding him almost nose to nose with you, looking at you with his crystally blue eyes. You closed the small gap between you with your lips, moaning softly at the sensation.

You had been waiting for this all day. Judging by the feel of him growing against your thigh told you he had been waiting for this just as much.

Draco moved his hands to your waist, deepening the kiss. Your mouth opened for him, and you both moaned at the feel of your tongues brushing together. Your hips moved of their own accord, and Draco’s moan turned strangled as you brushed against his length. Draco’s hands slid down to your hips, grabbing hold of you as he urged you to move against him. The humid air filled with your soft moans and his grunts, water lapping at the edges of the bathtub. You closed your eyes as he brushed against you, leaning your head back as Draco’s mouth latched onto your neck to place sloppy kisses against your skin. You had barely started but you both were already panting, almost ready to come apart. It had been way too long since you had done this.

Draco licked a stripe up your neck and one of his hands pushed your head forward, so you were facing him again. He kissed you sloppily, swallowing your moans.

“Darling…,” he choaked, with a plea in his voice that was enough to tell you what he wanted.

You pulled back from him so that you could lift your hips and position yourself better above him. Your knees were already beginning to ache from kneeling on the hard marble, but right now you couldn’t care less.

Draco’s one hand gripped your hip tightly as the other went to his cock, pumping it once, twice, almost like teasing himself for what was to come. He helped you angle yourself, and his eyes rolled back to his head as you slowly lowered yourself on him. You keened at the feel of him filling you, almost overwhelming with how full you felt. You stopped for a bit to get acquainted with the sweetly familiar feeling, until you felt an insistent squeeze of his hands on your hips.

You started moving up and down on him, capturing his lips in a kiss. That coil in your stomach you had felt even before undressing was close to snapping. You didn’t care so much for your own pleasure right now though, you just wanted to please Draco, to make him feel good. He was always so busy, often stressed these days with everything on his plate, and you just wanted to make him feel relaxed and good, just for a bit.

You started rolling your hips, driving him deeper into you and his head fell back with a moan that echoed off the walls. You kept your eyes on him, taking in the pleasure on his pretty face, his hair in complete disarray by now, and you moaned yourself at the sight of him falling apart under you. His pants were coming faster now, his breathing almost ragged from the sheer pleasure he was feeling. You knew he was close, for he was starting to flex his hips, his abdominal muscles going taut at the impending release.

He lifted his head and buried his face in the crook of your neck, your motions ever increasing in speed as you both chased your highs. You felt his release before you heard it, his hips stuttering against yours and a broken moan escaping his lips, as he started to come down. You were panting, your hair glued to your forehead, and beads of sweat coating your chest in addition to the water droplets from the bath.

You kissed Draco deeply, swallowing his sighs of pleasure,  just enjoying holding him against you a while longer. After lifting yourself off of him, you curled in his lap and whispered sweet nothings to each other. It was long while before you found the strength to leave the bath together, hand in hand.

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[suugarbabe]

Origin Stories

(part five)

summary: you and matty are both at the castle for the holidays. you're excited to show him new things; he's excited to have you to himself for a while. but of course that doesn't last forever. reality has to come crashing back at some point doesn't it?

word count: 8k

warnings: fluff, angst, mentions of blood, mentions of physical violence, draco being an asshole

an: big thanks to my love, my hub, my favorite @musingsofahufflepuff for reviewing and editing when needed <3

His heart hadn’t stopped fluttering since you first said it. “We’re going to spend Christmas together.” Except it wasn’t just Christmas. It was the whole two weeks of holiday. Christmas. His birthday. New Year’s. All with you. 

And you’re his best friend. 

So it was fine. Totally and completely fine. Everything was going to be fine. 

And that’s what he told himself over and over again on the walk back to the castle. And that’s what was going through his mind when he dropped you off at your dorm, stating he’d see you at breakfast the next morning. 

And that’s what he kept telling himself until he fell asleep, dragon held close to his chest in the silence of his dorm, Enzo’s snoring back in Kensington.

He wasn’t sure how long he’d slept, but it was still dark when he woke. He took his time getting ready, pulling on simple black jeans and a muggle band t-shirt. A gift he’d gotten himself during one of his solo rendezvous to muggle London. All items, of which, he hides at the bottom of his trunk, lest his mother find them and Avada him for being a blood traitor. 

Mattheo made his way down towards the kitchens, finding the appropriately stacked barrels and knocking as you had taught him. The door to the Hufflepuff dorm rolled open, the few stray students staring wide-eyed. Ignoring them, Matty found a lounge chair that looked particularly inviting and sat down to wait for you to wake up. 

Coming out of your dorm you were slightly startled to see a boy seemingly waiting for you. His head lulled on the back of the chair, making his curls splay out across the back.  “Matty?” He jolted awake at the sound of your voice, standing quickly and rubbing his eyes with his fingers, “Hmm? Yeah, yes erm, finally ready are you?” 

You huffed an amused laugh, “Finally ready? How long have you been out here? How did you get in?” Mattheo shrugged, “You told me how to get in last year, remember?” You looked at him curiously, “You were paying attention?” Mattheo nodded, falling in step as you started toward the exit, “I pay attention to everything you say to me.” 

A warmth spread in your chest, surely dusting your cheeks as well. “I’m sure not everything…hey, you avoided a question, sir. How long were you waiting?” You saw Mattheo begin to gnaw on his lip, shoulders lifting the slightest bit with his whispered answer, “Just before daylight.” 

“Mattheo!” you shoved his shoulder, “no wonder you fell back asleep.” Mattheo scoffed, running a hand through his curls, “I did not fall asleep I was…resting my eyes.” You couldn’t help but laugh, Matty soon following suit. 

You continued to tease, and he continued to deny, until you made it up to the great hall. Mattheo leads you both towards the slytherin table, which is the only one without a single student. “Being a bit seclusive, aren’t we, Matty?” He sits down across from you, grabbing a cup to begin tea, “I prefer to call it, ‘avoiding those who think I’ve opened the chamber of secrets’.” 

Grimacing slightly you give an awkward nod, “Right, yeah. Sorry.” Mattheo shakes his head, “S’fine, the halls at the end of term seemed to always clear out for me, so I was annoyingly on time to all my finals.” 

This made you laugh, you taking a glance at the other students behind during holiday. A particular group of students caught your eye, “Seems like Potter and his lap dogs are behind for Christmas, too.” Mattheo’s eyebrows shot up, a smirk of a grin gracing his features, “Did you just talk poorly about other students? Not very Hufflepuff of you.” 

You shrug with a shy smile, “They’re kind of annoying.” Mattheo turns and looks behind him before facing you again, “Granger’s okay sometimes.” You quirked an eyebrow, trying to hide the twinge of something pulling in your stomach, “Is she now?” You couldn’t help but notice the blush on his cheeks. 

Mattheo laughed nervously, “It’s not like that.” He could never tell you he needed help with your present last year. “She was just…nice to me once.” You give him a questioning look, “You can have a crush, Matty. Everyone gets crushes sometimes. I’m sure you two would make a lovely couple with even lovelier hair. Well, one person with lovely hair.” 

Mattheo shuddered, “No, no way. That’s not who I have a crush on.” 

“Oh! So you do have a crush then, okay. Well tell me who then,” You sat up a little straighter, leaning slightly more toward him. He shook his head vigorously, “No, that’s not…I just mean, erm, if I were to have a crush, which I don’t, it wouldn’t be Granger.” 

You smile to yourself, satisfied with his answer; for now. You decide to alter the subject, “So what all did you want to get into during our break, hmm? Explore the castle, pull a prank or two, watch some films?”

Mattheo laughs with a bit of bewilderment, “Pranks? Okay, seriously who are you today - wait, watch what?” 

You froze at his question, “A…film? You know what a film is, right?” Mattheo continued to stare at you blankly, “Why would we watch a photograph.” 

“Matty, a film…like a television show but…longer.” His curls bounced slightly as he tilted his head again. You groaned, running your hands along your face, “You don’t know what a television show is either do you.” 

Mattheo shook his head with a grin, obviously enjoying your slight frustration, “You might as well be Theo right now because you’re basically speaking Italian to me.” You threw a grape, hitting him in the chest, “You’re impossible, you know that?” 

“But do you not like a challenge, my little badger?” Mattheo caught the next grape you tried to throw and you grumbled. “We’re fixing this. We’re going to fix this today, I have to culture you. Why don’t you go fly on the quidditch grass or something for an hour then meet me back at your dorm.” 

“It’s a pitch…how do you know our password?” Mattheo mirrored your actions as you began to stand. Rolling your eyes you both began to walk from the great hall, “I’m with you all near constantly, how would I not know your password.” Mattheo gave a shrug and smirk, starting to follow you down toward the dungeons. 

You stopped him abruptly, “No, no. You go pitch or whatever. I’m going this way.” Mattheo pouts slightly, “You meant like right now, right now?” You nodded slowly, “Yes, Matty. Right now, right now.” His pout intensified before stomping down the corridor with crossed arms. 

Ignoring his little fit you headed towards the dungeons. As the snake lifted from the ground to reveal the Slytherin entrance you spoke the password quickly. Entering the sea of green; it was eerily quiet. You looked around the empty common room, noticing it seemed like no one was ever there to begin with, everything in its proper place. It kind of gave you the creeps. 

You made your way to Mattheo’s dorm, walking in and seeing the beds completely stripped except for one. You were determined to liven up the place. 

Mattheo wrapped his quidditch cloak tighter around his body as he pulled his beanie further on his head to cover his ears. Whatever you had planned better had include something warm because flying for an hour in December was the stupidest thing he had willingly agreed to. 

As he made down the walkway to his dorm he slowed. He stood in front of his door, pressing his ear to the wood to see if he could hear what you were up to. All he could hear was a low hum of music that repeated itself after a minute or two. 

Mattheo gave a shy knock before cracking the door open. “Come in, Matty!” Your voice rang out in almost a sing-song tone, the excitement evident already. Mattheo opened the door fully, his mouth nearly dropping in shock. 

What you had done to his room was nothing short of magical, but he was almost certain you hadn’t used any at all. 

You had taken one of your lightest sheets and hung it on the wall opposite Mattheo’s bed. Speaking of, you had also stripped his bed of all contents, of which were now arranged on the floor. You seemed to have taken all of the bare pillows from the other boys beds as well and created a makeshift pallet of sorts on the ground. 

Above that was a combination of yellow and green sheets that you had turned into a small little blanket tent, an opening in the front facing the sheet hanging on the wall. Both your Hufflepuff and his Slytherin duvets stuffed inside. 

“W-what is all this?” Mattheo continued to marvel at how inviting you had somehow made the Slytherin dorms as your hands started moving about to explain every detail to him. 

“Okay, so here is our fort. I know it may be a little childish but since you haven’t seen any films before I figured I would give you the whole experience; we got our blankets and pillow pallet and everything so we can be comfortable. 

The candles are for the dim lighting so it feels like a real theatre,” Mattheo then noticed all the small candles you had put around the room, “and this is the projector that’s attached to the video player; it’s going to put the movie on the screen.” 

Mattheo crouched down next to the two contraptions on the ground, listening to the whirring coming from each. He saw the stream of light that seemed to spray itself onto the sheet on the wall. 

He leaned closer, sticking his face right in front of the light to see where everything was coming from when he suddenly felt blinded, reeling back and covering his eyes, “Fucking Salazar.”  

You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you, “Why the hell would you do that, Matty. Do you look at the sun just because it’s bright?” Mattheo glowered at you for a moment, rubbing his eyes. He started to laugh himself, recognizing the stupidity of his actions. 

“You did all this without magic?” Mattheo stared at you with wonder, his eyes shined with a childlike disbelief you hadn’t seen from him before. 

You scratched the back of your neck sheepishly, “Well, mostly. There’s no bloody outlets in this whole castle so I had to charm the projector and stuff to work. But the rest is pure muggle ideas.” 

“Wicked,” Mattheo crawled into the fort, starting to settle himself in all the comforts you had set up. You sat on the ground next to the projector, pushing different buttons to get the movie started before crawling in and settling next to him. 

“Thanks for doing this by the way,” Mattheo glanced over at you from the corner of his eye. You smiled, peeking his way as well, “Of course. Everyone should experience this at least once in their life.”

Mattheo settled in, resting his hands behind his head as the opening credits started to pop on screen, “So what am I watching exactly?” You turned to your side, propping your head up with one hand as you started to explain. 

“Okay, so this movie is a holiday classic. It’s American, called Home Alone. The premise is basically that Kevin, the kid, gets left home alone while the rest of the family are going to Paris-”

“They left him there on purpose?!” Mattheo’s heart began to thump quickly, a rage starting to fill his chest at Kevin’s parents. He knew all too well what it felt like to be left alone. 

“No, no, not like that,” your smile at the situation started to calm Mattheo, “you’ll see what happens. But basically these two robbers think his house is empty so they go to try and rob it but Kevin’s home, right. So then he pulls all these pranks! And I can’t tell you the rest but I think you’re really gonna like it.” 

He did like it. A lot. He thought it was wonderful; all the different traps and pranks and ideas Kevin was able to come up with on his own, and all without magic. He found the other part of the story line just as wonderful. How the mother kept doing everything in her power to get back to him, how she tried trading her most expensive possessions for a simple plane ticket; how she rode with strangers for hours in order to get to her son. 

Mattheo thought Kevin was incredibly lucky to have a mother that loved him so much. He had to hide his watering eyes when they were finally reunited and then the rest of the family showed up behind her. He wondered what a happy family Christmas felt like. 

When the end credits began to roll you sat up, stretching your arms high above you before turning to him, “So…what’d you think?” 

Mattheo plastered on a smile, “I think we need to try that heated door knob prank on Malfoy when he gets back.” 

The few days before Christmas you and Mattheo seemed to have the same routine. Wake up, eat breakfast, explore the castle, eat lunch, watch movies through dinner, sneak into the kitchens, drop you off at your dorm. In Mattheo’s mind, it was the best holiday break he’s ever had. 

On Christmas Eve you kept the same schedule. When it was your typical time to go down to the kitchens Mattheo found himself wishing you didn’t have to go to your own dorm. He had become accustomed to your company and feeling more happy about holiday things that he just didn’t quite want it to end. 

Mattheo watched you gather a few pasties and wrap it in cloth, “Hey, erm, did you maybe want to stay in my dorm tonight? Like in Theo’s bed or something just so..we can wake up on Christmas, erm, together?” 

Your beaming smile melted any worries away, “Oh, yes, please that would be so much fun! We can put a movie on the projector and fall asleep to it and everything.” Mattheo nodded, “Sounds perfect.” 

And to Mattheo it was perfect. You put on a christmas film, your yellow and black linen standing out strikingly on Theo’s bed next to his. You fell asleep quickly, Mattheo not far behind. 

Matty always marveled at the difference in sleep he got at Hogwarts versus his family's manor. But something he’d never experienced was being woken up by his bed vibrating or…shaking? 

“Ugh, come on Matty, wake up!!” The bed was not actually vibrating; you were jumping up and down on the edge of Mattheo’s bed. He groaned, turning to his stomach and burying his face into his pillow. He tried to pull on his blankets to cover his head but your weight on the end prevented him. 

With a huff he threw back his duvet, “Why are we waking up so early.” With a final jump you sat down on his bed, “Because it’s Christmas!” Mattheo groaned, covering his face with his arm, “I don’t get presents on Christmas, can we sleep just a little longer.” 

Your heart shattered, voice small, “I got you one.”

Mattheo sat up then, a guilty frown on his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- I got you something too.” Mattheo climbed out of bed, slipping on his loafers, “Cmon, let’s go check the tree. I’m sure your parents sent you things as well.” 

You slid off the bed on to your feet, leading the way towards the main Slytherin common room to the large Christmas tree set up in the middle. There were far more gifts than Mattheo expected to see, assuming your family spent a good amount on you this year. 

He watched as you seemed to organize everything in to two piles before standing, hands on hips, “Okay that pile is yours, and this is mine.” Mattheo looked to where you first gestured, confused on how there was more than one gift. 

Had you bought him multiples? But some of yours had the same wrapping paper as his. What was going on?

“I want to open each others last, okay?” You sat crisscrossed on the ground by your gifts. Mattheo mirrored your position, giving a slow nod. He was still so confused. “Grab the one with little frogs on it first, I think these are from…” you checked the tag on yours, “yep! They’re from Enz. He’s really leaning in to the frog father thing huh.”

Mattheo grabbed his gift with matching paper. You tore yours open, revealing a new set of royal blue suede gloves for winter; you seemed pleased. Mattheo opened his slowly before seeing his friend had gotten him a silk tie with matching colored socks. 

Theo had gotten you both gifts as well; you a book titled Quidditch 101 for Dummies, Mattheo received a lovely smelling broom wax. You were opening the two gifts from your parents when Mattheo noticed that he also had a box that matched the wrapping paper they used. 

“Did…did your parents get me a gift, too?” Mattheo held the box in his lap, his chest feeling tight as he noticed his eyes seeming to sting. You sat up on your knees then, nodding with vigor. “Yeah, they did! I hope that’s alright…it’s probably something muggle so if you don’t like it don’t feel bad.” 

Mattheo delicately unwrapped the gift, trying to not only compose his emotions but also thinking of ways he could thank them for getting him anything at all. Inside were two vintage looking t-shirts. Both adorning what he assumed were muggle punk and rock bands. 

“I noticed last year you would wear some stuff like that on our off days of school. Not sure where you found them before but my dad always finds cool vintage stuff so they got you some,” Your smile was a bit shy. 

Mattheo was beaming. 

“I snuck out,” Mattheo’s response was confusing. He folded the shifts neatly before placing them in the box again, “The summer before first year my mum sent me to Diagon Alley alone to get things for school. Said she couldn’t be bothered or whatever. 

So I…snuck off into London. I found this shop with shirts that looked older but really wicked. And people were staring at me with a robe on like I was a freak…I stole a few shirts, wore one out and walked around London before going back. Mum seemed none the wiser.” 

You listened silently, only nodding when needed before speaking. “Well I hope these ones are just as good, even though they were purchased legally.” 

Mattheos eyes snapped to yours, only to see you smiling. He let out a held breath and smiled, too. 

“Okay, saved the best for last. Do you want to open together or one at a time?” You held Mattheos gift on your lap, the shining green paper reflecting the lights of the tree. 

Mattheo looked down at your gift to him, the flowery paper a strong contrast to anything anyone would think to give him normally. “Together, I know you’re too excited either way,” his tone was teasing but you agreed quickly. 

On your count of three you both tore into your respective gifts, opening the boxes and holding up each item in front of you. 

Instantly you brought the material up to your face, not being able to help rubbing your cheek on the soft material. Mattheo had gotten you a Slytherin green cashmere sweater (not too unlike the one you borrowed from Enzo this past fall). 

The only differences were that in place of Enzo’s initials on the sleeve of the wrist, were yours. And instead of Enzo’s family crest a different crest appeared. “Matty…I love it,” you hoped your face displayed just how elated you actually were, “but what’s this crest here?” 

Matty’s cheeks blushed a deep shade of red, “Erm, it’s…yours. Well, your families. I…looked it up in the library. Madam Pince showed me a section that had every family crest of every student that’s ever attended. That’s your family’s. I figure if you’re gonna wear something Slytherin to support me, might as well be yours instead of Berkshire’s.” 

You could feel your grin double, your cheeks nearly aching, “I…can’t believe you did that.” Mattheo only shrugged, looking down shyly, “You always think of thoughtful gifts for me.” 

“Like this,” he held up the sweater you had gotten him. A beautifully knit black and yellow quidditch stripe sweater, “I’m sure there’s good meaning for you getting me a sweater in your house colors.” 

You gave a shy nod, hoping your meaning was good enough for him, “I know it’s been really tough hanging out with me in my common room since well..the chamber stuff. I figured maybe…if you had something to sort of…blend in? Maybe you wouldn’t get as many looks?” 

He could feel his heart flutter, a heat spreading from his chest throughout his arms and to his fingertips as his smile spread across his face, “It’s perfect. Thank you.” 

Mattheo scrambled to throw the sweater on over his sleeping clothes, “So, how do I look?” 

You gnawed on your bottom lip to keep control of your smile, Mattheo found it charming. “Positively badger-esque.” 

It had been such a rarity for him or his birthday to be celebrated while growing up (it was usually just him and Feindre in the kitchen with a cake Feindre had allowed him to frost on his own) that you being insistent on celebrating Mattheo the last two years seemed…odd. 

Yet here he was, sitting at the Slytherin table at lunch time with a cake in front of him (far better frosted than he ever had done) and not only you, but a few other of the students that had stayed behind for the holidays singing him happy birthday. 

It was positively the most embarrassed he had ever felt. And he wouldn’t change it for anything else in the world in this moment. He knew you had probably said something to them. Maybe you even threatened them with this new found sass you seemed to find this winter season. But he didn’t care. 

You allowed him to open your gift alone, just the two of you, in his common room. You brought two boxes to him and Mattheo’s cheeks flushed. “You didn’t have to-” you cut Mattheo off with a raised hand, “Don’t even start. Just open your gifts.”

A boyish grin filled his features as he tore into the paper. He held them in his hands, running his fingers over the material, “Are these…dragon skin beaters gloves?” You nodded shyly, “There’s some broom wax in there too that smells really good. I know Theo got you some for Christmas but I had gotten this stuff before I knew what he got you.” He grabbed the jar and unscrewed the lid, taking a good sniff, “S'fine. It runs out quickly. It actually does smell good…” 

You crossed your arms defensively, “Did you not believe me or something?” Nervously, Mattheo began stammering, “No, that’s not- I just meant..” Your laughter halted his worries, “I’m just kidding. Some old guy helped me pick them out. I was completely lost in that place.” 

Mattheo’s eyebrows shot up, “You went into Spintwitches? Wait - How did you get into Hogsmeade?” You shrugged, “That’s for me to know and you to find out later…maybe. Anyway, do you like your gift? Try them on.” 

He wiggled his hands in with a smile, his fingers poking through holes before he closed and stretched his fists. He marveled at them, inspecting the material, testing the stickiness of the palm. “The guy said that these are the best ones and the palm has some…sticking solution woven in the to material or whatever to-”

“To help with extra grip on my bat…you bloody genius little badger; these are amazing.” You could feel the heat rise up your neck and over your cheeks at the compliments. 

Mattheo picked up the second smaller box, but instead of his name on the tag it was…his dragons? Well it said 'to your dragon'. He looked up and met your eyes that were sparkling with a bit of something he couldn’t quite figure out, “Is this box for dragon?” 

“Well it’s his birthday, too- wait…did you name your stuffed dragon…dragon?” Your face wore an expression that appeared to be a mix between confusion and bewilderment. 

Mattheo let out a small laugh, “Well yeah…what else would I name him? He’s a dragon.” You placed a hand on your forehead briefly, seemingly trying to organize your thoughts manually, “Matty. Love. You’re supposed to name them.” 

He could help but scoff, “Well, why? Who says?” 

Merlin this boy was bloody stubborn, “Matty that dragon is like your son! What if Enz had named Mocha just Milk Frog??” 

This seemed to only make Mattheo laugh more, waving his hand to dismiss your words, “No, no, you misunderstand. His name is Dragone. With an E at the end.” 

You stared at him incredulously, but he only grinned full teeth in return. “You’re a shit, you know that Matty?” He opened his mouth to quip back and you just shook your head, “Nope, no comebacks. Open Dragone’s gift.” 

Mattheo tore through the paper, opening the small box to reveal a little crocheted Slytherin sweater vest, a small silver S where the crest would usually go on all the boys’ vests, “You didn’t…” You nodded your head, “I did.” 

Without a word Mattheo ran to his dorm. On his way back into the common room you could see him, Dragone in hand. Adjusting the tiny dragon arms through the arm holes and pulling the vest down over its little belly he turned his cherished item towards you, “Look at that, perfect fit.”

You and Mattheo continued to spend the next two days together (as if either of you would spend it with anyone else). It was strange really, having company this time of year. 

Not that Mattheo was ever technically alone when he was home for holidays. But he was always lonely. 

But at Hogwarts for the holiday, even if he was walking back to his dorm alone, or made it to a meal before you did on the off chance you didn’t walk together, he never felt that same feeling he did back at the manor. 

The emptiness. The yearning to talk to someone that wasn’t going to yell at him. Just to be around someone that made him actually feel cared for. You did that for him. 

When you said you wanted to have a New Year's celebration, Mattheo was a little apprehensive. You had convinced a few extra people to sing him happy birthday. But he wasn’t sure he wanted to do much more celebrating beyond the two of you. 

Thankfully, what he had been hoping for is what you had been planning. He went with you into the kitchens later in the evening on New Years Eve, swiping a small bottle of a bubbly usually reserved for professors at meals while you distracted a house elf. Said house elf let you take a few treacle tarts with you as well and you were forever grateful. 

The two of you had set up a little table in front of one of the larger sofas by a fire. You had charmed the painting above the mantel to display the time digitally so you both could keep track of when midnight hit. 

Mattheo had poured two glasses of the bubbly drink and handed you one before taking one for himself. “Aren’t we a little young to be drinking this, Matty?” You gave the substance a sniff before pulling a face, “it doesn’t even smell enjoyable.” 

Matty copied your actions, his face displaying the same displeasure yours had moments before, “It can’t be too bad if McGonagall drinks it at dinner. Just give it a try.” 

Reluctantly you followed his direction. Giving yourself a sip and letting the dry and sour taste hit your tongue before spitting it back into the glass, “Yuck! No, sorry not for me.” 

Mattheo had apparently the same thought process as he grabbed your glass and set both yours and his back down on the table. “Okay, not one of my better ideas.”

“Oh are some of your ideas actually good ones?” You teased. Earning a small smirk from Mattheo’s lips, “Be nice to me, badger, or I won’t share the backup I also swiped.” From behind the sofa Mattheo produced a bottle of pumpkin juice. 

You waited for him to graciously empty your previous glasses and refill them with a more satisfying drink for the both of you before grabbing your glass and sticking out your tongue. Mattheo mirrored the action. 

The two of you settled into a comfortable silence. You watched the flames lick against the logs in the fireplace, wondering if they were actually burning at all or if it were more magic that seemed to touch every inch of the castle. 

“I wonder what the others are up to. Theo and Enzo I mean,” Mattheo's voice broke the silence and you turned to look at him. He continued watching the fire, his eyebrows knit slightly together. 

You crossed your legs up on the couch, “Well what are all of you pureblood usually doing for New Years Eve?” Your tone was slightly teasing but also held a hint of curiosity. 

Mattheo turned to you, “Well, we mighty and noble purebloods,” his tone dripping with sarcasm, “we usually have a winter ball or gala or whatever the bloody hell phrasing they want to use between Christmas and New Years Eve. Which is when I socked Malfoy in the face last year.” 

You tried to stifle your giggle, but it made Matty smile. “After the big fancy party it’s typically up to each family what they want to do. We’ve had dinner with Theo and his parents before. Usually the Malfoys are always there since Aunt Cisy, Draco’s mum, is sisters with mine. But nothing fancy.

“I usually go to my room after dinner. Just hang out in there alone until I hear the big manor clock hit midnight. Then I go to sleep.” 

You were frowning slightly by the end of his explanation. For what reason he couldn’t seem to figure out. “What do muggles do?” 

You sipped your pumpkin juice and smiled to yourself, telling him of all your usual New Year’s Eve traditions with your family. “And we also have the telly on in the background, with the London celebration show. When the countdown comes you can see everyone get so excited. 

When there’s five seconds left you can see everyone grab somebody they care about. Then when it finally hits midnight everyone just…snogs. Even when they’re on tv.” 

Matty giggled a little, “Like the films you showed me? You guys watch one of those of people snogging?” His question made you laugh a little, “Kind of, yeah. But it’s real people and couples. Except they’re in the middle of London and we’re at home watching…er, okay. I can understand how that can sound a little weird.” 

You laughed together, you wiped under your eyes before Mattheo turned to you fully, “Have you ever done that before?” Your head tilted slightly, turning to face him as well, “Done what, Matty?” 

Mattheos cheeks flushed a little, “Have you ever, erm, kissed anyone..before.” 

“Oh, ehm,” your throat suddenly felt tight at the question, your cheeks and neck heating, “I, uh, no. Haven’t. I haven’t. Erm, have you?” 

Mattheo shook his head, curls bouncing each way as he looked down at his hands shyly, “No. I haven’t either. I, ehm, I heard Enzo did though…before break.” 

You let out a small laugh, “Yeah, I heard that, too. I think I heard him bragging to someone that it was a third year? Dunno what they were thinking kissing him though.” 

Mattheo barked out a laugh, “Yeah, they have to be a little off kissing him huh.” You nodded, “I heard Seamus tell Dean that he’s kissed like four people already this year. Dean was telling him he felt behind because he’s only kissed two.” 

Mattheo leaned his head on the back of the sofa, “Behind but he’s already kissed two people?? Salazars sake, what does that mean we are?” 

You smiled, trying to make light, “Not even in the race I suppose.” Mattheo grinned a little at this. 

“We could just kiss each other.” The nonchalant manner in which the words left your lips made it take a moment for Mattheo’s brain to catch up with what his ears had just heard. 

When the connection finally happened Mattheo sat straight as a board, “W-wha-, y-you wanna kiss me?” His flustered state made you giggle, “Well you’re my best friend, Mattheo. I like you enough. And I trust you. Why shouldn’t my first kiss be with you?” 

Mattheo relaxed against the couch at your words, really taking them in. He supposed you were right. You were his best friend, too. And probably the only person he fully trusted. 

The thought of kissing you made his insides feel funny though. Almost the same rush he gets when he kicks up with his broom before a quidditch match. He looked up at the charmed painting, the clock reading 11:59. 

Despite the sound of his heartbeat in his ears he turned to you, nodding, “You’re right. It should be me. I should be yours, too.” He scooted a little closer to you on the sofa, trying to close the distance between you so if you wanted to pull away you could do so easily. 

“Just a, erm, just a quick one, yeah?” He felt like his voice was shaking. Could you tell he was nervous? Why was he nervous? He noticed you glance at his lips momentarily, “Yeah, just a quick one. I’m not ready for a proper snog I don’t think.” 

As always you’re able to make a seemingly serious situation a bit lighter. You leaned in closer, Mattheo mirroring your actions as he nodded his head ever so slightly, “Yeah, me neither.” 

You were the brave one, bridging the little bit of gap left between the two of you. Mattys lips crashed with yours and the painting you had charmed stroked midnight, mini fireworks popping above the two of you. 

Mattheo prayed you couldn’t feel that his lips were slightly chapped and you hoped he couldn’t hear your heart nearly thudding out of your chest. 

Just as quickly as you came together did you pull apart. If someone had walked in they’d believe you actually did have a proper snog by the heated breathing you were both doing. 

You stared at each other for a moment. Mattheo then cleared his throat, “Right, so ehm, that’s a kiss then, hmm?” You nodded, fixing your hair that truly didn’t need fixing at all, “Yeah, s’pose so. Mhm.” 

Another few beats of silence took over the both of you before Mattheo stood up quickly. “Well I’m gonna…I mean I think I’m gonna, erm, go to bed now.” You stayed seated, staring at the fire. 

“Are you gonna come..” Mattheo was cautious with his ask. Not sure if what just transpired was going to change things. You looked up at him, smile reaching your eyes, “Yeah. Let’s go.” 

The rest of your friends made it back to the castle a few days after the new year. Currently you were sat atop Enzo’s bed while he showed off all of his new items he received over holiday. This was the unfolding scene that Mattheo found himself walking in on. 

“I got two new Italian leather belts from Milan as well, one brown one black,” Enzo held up both belts individually, turning them over for you to see both sides. You nodded, less interested in the actual materials but fully interested in the joy that was radiating off of Enz. 

“Well of course both black and brown, would hate for something to not match,” the slightly sarcastic tone was apparently not thick enough for Enzo to catch on to. “See, I knew you’d appreciate that.” 

You smiled and nodded, catching Mattheo’s eye across the room. “What the bloody hell is actually going on here?” Matty walked over to Enzo’s bed where you sat, albeit cautiously. 

Enz brightened further, “I’m doing a Christmas haul. You want me to start from the beginning?” Mattheo’s face was flat, eyes that dead demeanor they so often held, “Absolutely not, mate.” 

The taller boy shrugged, turning back to give you his full attention before digging in his trunk and pulling out a shiny new black broomstick. You did your best to give a shocked and interested smile. But per usual anything flying or quidditch related made you lose a little bit of interest. 

Matty, however, was now highly interested in the haul. “Is that a Nimbus 2001? Your father got you one even though you didn’t make the team?” Enzo smirked, “He did, yeah. Said I could use the newest fastest model to practice on so there’d be no way I didn’t make the team next year.” 

The two continued to talk quidditch with the next several gifts Enzo revealed from his trunk. The more detailed they spoke, the heavier your eyelids felt. And soon you found your entire head drooping to the side. 

Mattheo noticed they were losing you, sitting down on the bed and making sure he was close enough for his shoulder to catch your head and your body finally leaned fully into your bored, drowsed state. He pretended not to notice, and Enzo didn’t seem to in the slightest. 

They were still talking (almost arguing) about quidditch and quidditch-esque things when Theo made it back to the dorm. “Che diavolo? Did you bore our poor badger to death with your haul of Christmas Enzo?” 

He scoffed, “No, of course not. They’re not-oh…they’re sleeping.” Enzo pouted slightly as Matty nudged you with his elbow. You jolted awake with an intake of breath through your nose, “Mmm? Yes, yeah, special…goggle something, very cool Enz.” 

The three around you began to laugh as you rubbed your eyes with the heel of your hand. “Told you, compagno…bored.” You started to shake your head but Enzo held up his hand, “No, it’s fine. I’m done now anyway.” 

You climbed off Enzo’s bed, rounding the one in between before reaching underneath Theo’s. “Well since you’re all done I thought I’d give you three the gifts from me.” 

“Three? You mean you didn’t give Matt his gift on Christmas?” Enzo was thoroughly confused, fully assuming you’d both have exchanged the day of. 

You, however, rolled your eyes, “Of course I did you knob. I’m talking about you, Theo and Mocha of course!” You handed Theo his gift, him tearing into it immediately. You handed Enzo both his and Mocha’s after he fished her out of his pocket. 

“Aha! Grazie amico mio! I need very much this!” Theo pulled on the winter hat you had hand made (with only some slight bit of magical help for the house crest). Theo grabbed hold of your face, placing quick kisses on both cheeks, “Lo adoro!” 

You laughed lightly, “Welcome, Theo.” You turned to Enzo who was now giggling while fitting a mini witch hat atop Mocha’s head. “I cannot believe you made this, it’s perfect. Did you measure Mocha’s little head or something? Also, thank you for the scarf.” Enzo chose a grin versus cheek kisses but you understood he was thankful all the same. 

“You’re welcome Enz,” you walked over to him to give Mocha a little pet, “and you’re welcome, too, Mocha.” 

After a little while, you gathered your things to head back to your dorm for the night. “Leaving already? But we just started catching up,” Enzo pouted, crossing his arms like a small child. 

“We’ll catch up more tomorrow, Enz. I promise,” you made your way to the door with your things, “But you guys are all back now so I can’t sleep in Theo’s bed anymore; that’d be weird. See you guys at breakfast!” 

You gave a wave as you opened the door, turning quickly to leave. While walking out you crash in to none other than Draco. “Eugh, watch where you’re going you twit,” Draco brushed the front of his robes as if your touch had now made them filthy. You huffed through your nose, rolling your eyes. 

You then took a step back and bowed, voice dripping with sarcasm, “Many apologies, Draco. I’m truly so sorry. Surprised I couldn’t smell you through the door with the amount of cologne you’re wearing. Mummy get that for you for Christmas? Do give her my best.” 

Draco scowled as he pushed past you; you gave a wink to everyone else before scurrying out the door and closing it behind you. The little exchange was not fully heard by the other three in the room, but as always, Mattheo noticed some interaction. 

Brought back from his thoughts Theo was complaining in Italian, “Compagno, my guy. Did badger really lay sleep in my bed all of vacanza? A man’s bed is sacra! Sacred!” Enzo shrugged, “At least your bed will smell good now.” 

Mattheo and Theo turned to look at him quizzically. “What?” Enzo’s voice raised half an octave, “I am not the only one who notices they always smell nice. You guys are lying to yourselves.” 

Draco decided this was the moment he was going to join the conversation. “You let a mudblood sleep in our quarters for two weeks? Merlin, cousin. You’ve really gone to the dogs haven’t you.”  Mattheo was up and off Enzo’s bed in an instant, the latter quickly wrapping an arm around Matty’s shoulders to hold him back. 

“Shut your hole, cousin. Or I’ll give you another black eye. I’ll make it my annual Christmas gift to you,” Mattheo was straining against Enzo’s hold slightly, but still holding himself back. 

Draco simply rolled his eyes in annoyance, “Oh, please. You know what, go ahead. Give me a good punch. Maybe then I’ll write to dear Auntie Bella and she’ll make sure you never come home for holiday again. Both my manor and yours were quite peaceful without your presence. The Christmas ball went off without any..” Draco eyed Mattheo up and down, “pathetic interruptions. Isn’t that right boys.” 

He was referring to Theo and Enzo. Both of whose parents made it mandatory of them to attend the usual Malfoy party. If he were really asking them their opinion they would’ve said how boring the party was without their friend. But Draco wasn’t really asking, he was just trying to add fuel to the fire. 

"But I'm sure you'd like that wouldn't you, Matty," Draco seemed to use the nickname you called Mattheo like an insult. "You get banned from holidays and can spend them with your bottom feeder. Couldn't even splurged for a half-breed as your little pet, huh?"

Mattheo was seething now. Draco could insult Mattheo all he wanted. The things his cousin said were never nearly as bad as what his mother, or even his father when he was around, would say to him. But the way he was talking about you? Mattheo couldn't let him get away with that.

And the other two knew it, too. Enzo's hold losing power. So Theo and Enzo shared a look, the former nodding at the latter. Then Enzo released his hold on Mattheo. 

When he realized what was about to actually happen, Draco paled further than he already was. Before he could grab his wand or put up his hands in defense Mattheo had his fist connecting with Draco’s jaw. 

The blonde stumbled back, Mattheo taking the opportunity to hit him again, this time in the stomach. With Draco doubled over, Mattheo braced his hands on his cousins back before raising his knee to connect with Draco’s ribs.

“You pathetic piece of shit,” Mattheo let Draco fall to the ground. Malfoy groaned, clutching his abdomen. Mattheo kneeled down next to him, “You’re a waste of space, Draco. You wish you were half as good of a person as any of my friends, especially y/n.” His fist connected with Draco’s nose, blood immediately gushing from his face. “You talk a big game but when it comes down to it, you’re the biggest fucking pussy I’ve ever met.” 

Mattheo landed a few more harsh blows to his cousin's face before Theo and Enzo were pulling him off. “No, let go of me. Mate, I’m serious. I’m not done, let me go,” Mattheo struggled against his friend's hold. 

Enzo shook his head even though Matty couldn’t see it, “We had to. He’s bleeding so much his hair’s starting to look like a Weasley.” Theo snorted at this, “Yes, his lesson is learned for now.” 

Blaise chose this moment to walk into the dorm. Taking in the scene around him. He looked at Draco in the middle of the room, rolled to his side and whining; platinum hair partially painted red. He then looked over at the rest of the boys, Mattheo panting and calming his breath as he slowly relaxed in his friend’s hold. 

“He ran his mouth again didn’t he,” Blaise shook his head before dropping his things on his bed. “Okay, Berk. Help me take him to Pomfrey.” Enzo looked at Theo, silently asking if he thought Mattheo would be civil if he let him go. 

“I’m fine. Go, help him,” Mattheo slumped down against the foot of his bed once Enzo released him. Enzo walked over and helped Blaise hoist up Draco. The three of them slowly making their way out and presumably towards the infirmary. 

Theo slid down next to Mattheo, sitting with him in silence for a moment. “Do you think they’re gonna hate me,” Mattheo’s voice was small, almost inaudible to Theo’s ears. “Who do you mean? Draco?” Theo was confused, Matty didn’t really seem like he cared what Draco thought anymore. 

Mattheo shook his head, pulling his knees up to his chest and wrapping his arms around them. He set his chin on his knees, staring blankly in front of him, “Do you think y/n is going to hate me.” 

Theo felt a little awkward, not really knowing the right thing to say. He tried to channel someone wise, to give his friend good advice. “Erm, I do not think they will be hating you. Emotions are hard. We have to let them out or else we’ll…como si dice…eruttare?” 

Mattheo turned his head towards Theo, brows furrowed, “I don’t know that word, mate.” Theo pulled at his bottom lip, thinking hard about how to say what he meant. He mimed a mountain or maybe a volcano? Mattheo wasn't sure but he watched intently as Theo then threw his hands from the mountain shape into the air, making explosion noises with his mouth. 

“Erupt?” Mattheo questioned. A look of relief washed over Theo, “Yes! Yes. Compagno, if we don’t let emotions out all the time we can erupt. Y/n will not hate you. But they might be sad for you.” 

Mattheo nodded, eyes turning blank again before hiding his face in his knees. Theo noticed Mattheo’s shoulders begin to slightly shake. Then he heard a few sniffles.

His friend was crying. 

So Theo did as his mother always did for him and started to rub Mattheos back consolingly, thinking maybe it would be comforting. Mattheo tensed at first, then began to relax. And Theo let him cry.

[kissmypoets-hp]

hello drarry fandom please accept my humble offerings... they are reading together <3

[bawbawbridgie]

this might be an unpopular opinion but i think albus and scorpius might actually like each other more than friends?????? idk tho could be wrong.

[olliegolliegee]

drarry is the little bitch version of jegulus

[scorpiusmalfoylovesoscarwilde]

albus "I hope I die first, because I can't live without you" potter

and

scorpius "I hope I die second, so I can save you from that grief" malfoy

[daddiesdrarryy]

Blaise: What is going on?

Draco: Pansy is teaching me yoga. You can’t believe how many different ways I can wrap my legs around Harry now

Draco: Six!

[pottersmiracle]

One of your girls

Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

warnings: smuttt MDNI!-draco being a dom-tiny but of fluff at the end-swearing (its smut what do you expect)-piv-raw sex (wear protection guys!)-making out-f!ngering-oral sex (fem receiving)-draco being possessive-praise kink-use of y/n-giving and receiving hickies-not proofread- lmk if theres anything else!

summary: you and draco have an understanding but draco has one rule, what happens if he thinks you’re breaking that one rule?

a/n: made this at 2 am if its bad please act like it isn’t 😭

Masterlist

You and Draco had a equal understanding, if either of you needed to get off you could use each other. Draco only had one rule, you couldn’t use anyone else. Why did he make that rule? You didnt ask.

You respected that rule because honestly you loved what you and Draco had. You didn’t think you needed anyone else.

——

Draco walked into the great hall, he was stressed to the max about some quiz in potions. He knew Snape would go easy on him but that didn’t mean he would definitely pass. He needed to find you. He needed you.

His eyes searched for you and when he found you? He was fuming.

You were sitting next to Harry Potter of all people. Laughing at his jokes, gently touching his arm every time you laughed, his hand resting on you lower thigh, oh he was pissed. “Y/n? Can i talk to you for a second about.. potions class.” He lied through his teeth and you knew it. You could tell by the way he looked at you he was mad.

Harry moved his hand off your thigh and you stood up saying your goodbyes to Harry and his friends around you two. Draco gestured towards the door and you walked out of the great hall with him right behind you.

As soon as you reached an empty classroom he pushed you into it, muttering a few locking and silencing charms under his breath. He pushed you up against one of the tables kissing you roughly, one hand on your waist the other on the side of your neck.

He lifted you onto the table you were pushed up against as he moved from your lips, to your neck, and right back to your lips.

He was being more possessive than normal and you could tell, you pulled away as you both caught your breath, “what’s with you today? Did something happen?”

He laughed, “you tell me.” “I don’t know Draco that’s why i’m asking you.” You replied as he rolled his eyes, “you and Potter.”

Now it was your turn to roll your eyes, “seriously Malfoy? There’s nothing going on with that!” “Really? I saw his hand on your thigh y/n.” He tightly gripped your thigh making you gasp as his cold ring pressed up against your skin.

“You’re mad because he had his hand on my thigh? Jesus Malfoy you can’t control who can and can’t talk to me, it’s not like we’re dating or anything.” Before you could finish your sentence his lips smashed into yours.

His hand slowly moved up your thigh as he deepened the kiss. He pulled away from you just to pull your underwear off before he went right back to kissing you. His ran a finger across your slit, feeling your wetness.

“Fuck..” he mumbled. “All wet before i’ve even touched you? Pathetic..” he teased as he kissed you again. It was a quick kiss before he moved to your neck. He started off kissing and licking then he started sucking and biting. You let out small moans as he left marks on your neck and collarbones.

He teased you as he played with your clit with his thumb. You whimpered, “Dray..please.” He looked at you with those blue eyes of his. God he could make you do anything just by looking at you like that.

He leaned it, his mouth so close to your ear you could feel his breath on your neck, “who do you belong to?” His voice was low and raspy it sent shivers down your spine. “You.” You said as he leaned back looking at you again with a smirk, “That’s right.”

He got down on his knees, pulling you to the edge of the desk. He kissed your thigh softly, kissing closer and closer to your cunt. You could feel yourself getting wetter the closer he got, he playfully bit your thigh before he started sucking on your clit making you throw your head back in pleasure and moaning loudly.

You gripped his hair, tightly pulling on it making him moan against your clit. The vibrations sending more pleasure through you. He pushed two fingers inside you, thrusting them in and out. “Fuck Dray i’m gonna cum.” You moaned out. He pulled his mouth away from you, still fingering you as he looked up, “come for me love.”

As soon as the words came out of his mouth you let go all over his fingers making him smirk as he watched you. “Thats my good girl.”

My.

He didn’t give you much time to catch your breath before he unzipped his pants, pulling out his cock and pushing himself inside you making you gasp.

He held onto your hips with one hand, the other around your neck as he pounded into you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he groaned, “god you always feel so fucking good.” You moaned and clenched against his dick. “Fuck.. you think that git could fuck you like i can?” He asked you, clearly talking about Harry.

You didn’t answer. You were to immersed in the pleasure you felt.

“Answer me.” He demanded. “N-No.” You stuttered out, “only you.” “Oh fuck.. that’s right.” He moaned as his thrusts got sloppier, you knew he was close and so were you. “I’m gonna cum again.” You said through moans.

“Me too darling, let go.” He said as he rode you through your high before pulling out to cum on your stomach. You both sat there panting, trying to catch your breath.

He looked around, looking for some tissues or anything like that. He eventually found a tissue box and cleaned you up, muttering apologies while you both laughed softly. You fixed your hair and your robe in the mirror before looking closer at your neck, “oh shit..” he came up behind you while buttoning up his shirt, “hm?”

You turned around and moved your hair showing him the marks. He smirked, “oops. I guess everyones gonna find out now huh?” You scoffed before pulling him over to a chair and pushing him down in it. You sat on his lap facing him and he looked at you confused but clearly intrigued.

“I guess.. if people know i belong to someone. They should know that about you too hm?” He looked at you, you could see how impressed he was at how in control i was.

You kissed his neck, biting and sucking almost immediately. He moaned softly in your ear as you left marks all over him. His neck, his shoulders, his chest, his collarbones.

After, you both checked them out in the mirror, smiling proudly at them. Draco pulled you to him by your waist and kissed you. This time it wasn’t sexual or rough. It was.. soft and sweet.

“Does this make us.. together?” You asked when you both eventually pulled away. He smiled, “i guess it does.” You smiled with him and he gently kissed you on the forehead. It was obvious you both have wanted this for a while, you just didn’t know how to bring it up.

You both walked into the great hall, covered in hickies, hand in hand, with a bunch of eyes on you.

Including Harrys.

[cursedwithwords]

Scorpius: ...unless you get tired of me.

Albus: No, never.

Lily: I CANNOT take another year of you two verbally edging each other!

Lily: This HAS to be the year you FUCK!

[asexualenjolras]

There's such a fine balance between Scorpius knowing that Delphi can't be trusted but not being able to explain why, and also distrusting her simply because he's afraid she will take Albus away from him.

And it's something that is so interesting to look at.

Because, for the longest time, it's always been Albus and Scorpius. And he wants to like Delphi because Albus does, but he also doesn't trust her. And he doesn't want to be pushed out.

The emotional turmoil that he would have surrounding that isn't talked about enough.

[that-one-riddles-bitch]

Prefect Patrol ~ Mattheo Riddle

Paring: Mattheo x Fem!reader

Summary: It was a late night, being a prefect had its perks but roaming the castle for hours at night seemed like hell when you had to be up the next morning. Yet, of course, Mattheo Riddle just had to spice up the last bit of your prefect patrols. 18+

Warnings: SMUT MDNI, fingering, dry humping, mature language, piv, unprotected sex, oral f!receiving, angst, praise and degradation, overstimulation, creampie. (I think thats all)

THIS IS MY FIRST SERIOUS FANFIC/ SMUT SO BEAR WITH ME. Also I didn’t proof read this soooo, lets hope for the best

Word count: 2k+

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30 more minutes. Thats all that passed in your mind, consuming your very being as you trailed down the empty dark corridors of the clock tower. It was nothing new, nothing special, a late night prefect patrol that you’d mastered and paved the path of. Though, as you found yourself counting your steps, rhythmically walking with the cranking gears of the clock.

Lost in your thoughts, your boredom and the sound of the gears consuming you to an absolute mindless creature, a snicker echoed through the empty hall; ricocheting like a stray bullet bouncing off the bone of your skull. You quickly turn towards the noise, and in the gleaming ray of moon light stood him, Mattheo Riddle.

It wasn’t odd to find him in the corridors late at night, in fact he had joined you on many patrols, talking your ear off as if it would be the last time he talked to you. But tonight, something in his gaze was different, animalistic.

“Mattheo…?” You mutter, your throat dry as if being a prey caught by its predator as you slowly approached him.

“Did I scare you?” Mattheo says with a grin; the same grin that seemed to entrance every girl in his path. It was pathetic, you were pathetic, that grin only drew you closer to him as you shook your head no. The air felt different, it felt suffocating.

“No…” you mutter out, looking up into his gaze as he stepped closer to you, making you almost trip and fall backwards as you tried to maintain a distance. “What are you doing?” you mutter in a soft tone, your gaze never leaving his as he looks at you like he might devour you.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Mattheo says in a sultry tone, stepping closer to you as you continued to back up until the cold jagged edges of the stone wall pressed through the back of your shirt. There was no escaping, even though there was no reason to, no reason to run, he had never hurt you, never been rude, never made a move. “I’m just checking up on you, like I always do” *He says with a cold calloused hand caressing your cheek.

Your breath hitched, your body stiffened like a board under his touch. He chuckles softly, leaning down and putting his lips right next to your ear.

“What’s wrong, are you nervous…do I make you nervous..?” He whispers, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. You shake your head no and he looks at you with a frown. “Words, use your words, do I make you nervous…?” *He says as he looks into your eyes.

You felt nauseous, his gaze was dark, like he could pounce on you at any moment, but you wouldn’t admit that. You would never admit that pit in your stomach that told you this was a bad idea. You shook your head again, a soft, breathy “no” trailing from your lips as he grinned.

“What are you doing Mattheo…?” You mutter out again, your unsuccessfully authoritative words coming out hoarsely as you tried to maintain control of anything that was coming out.

Mattheo groans, leaning in so his lips were next to your ear again. “You already asked that…do you really not know what I want?” Mattheo says in a soft whisper. You shake your head ‘no’, even though the look in his eyes, the pure animalistic nature of him, all lead to one conclusion. “Let me spell it out for you princess…I’m seducing you…” he says as he presses soft kisses down your neck, eliciting a soft gasp from you.

It was all too much, he wanted you. Mattheo fucking Riddle, wanted you. The man who had every girl wrapped around his finger wanted you, the one girl who he hadn’t taken yet. You wanted to protest, to not fall under that list of used and forgotten girls, but it was no use, you were absolutely entranced by him.

“Do you want me to have you…?” Mattheo murmurs against your neck, his hand gripping your hip as his thumb rubbed soft circles through the fabric of your skirt. You just simply nodded, as he looked at you and frowned again, “Words princess, I need to hear you, to hear that you want me…” He murmurs as his free hand cupped your cheek.

You felt like you wanted to say no, but that growing feeling in you had your mind in a daze as you looked into his dark eyes. “Yes…yes I want you Mattheo…” you mutter pitifully as he grins. It all happened so fast, your simple yes was his right away as he kissed you harshly. There was no sweetness, nothing gentle about it as his tongue pressed through your lips, exploring your mouth as his taste intoxicated your senses. His leg slid between yours, his thigh pressed against your cunt as you let out a soft gasp.

You knew it was a bad idea, Mattheo Riddle was a bad idea, doing this on your prefect patrol was a bad idea, but that didn’t matter, all that mattered was him. You let out a soft whine, his grip on your hip roughly guiding you on his thigh. There was no room to speak, nothing to be exchanged, just you and him in this moment.

It was embarrassing, so embarrassing how he could make you feel like this, so embarrassing that he’s probably made half of the school feel like this. You roll your hips against his thigh, completely intoxicated by him, by his taste, his scent, the way he touched you, everything about him.

You moan softly, your hips stuttering as he grins against your lips. He pulls away, your soft moans filling the air as he kisses down your neck, his hand moving to quickly undo the buttons of your shirt, ripping it open as he looks at your breast. “Fuck…” he murmurs, kissing the soft skin as you moan softly.

“Mattheo…” you whine, it was nauseating, it was overwhelming how good he made you feel and he barely even touched you. Then it hit you, the overwhelming growing knot in your stomach, the release you wanted, it was right there. “M-Mattheo…w-wait…” you manage to mumble out to which he stills your hips with grip strong enough to leave bruises. He looks up at you, he knows he’s already making a mess of you and its fueling all of his desires.

“Already tapping out? But those noises…the way your body reacts…it was so pretty, princess…” *He murmurs and kisses at your chest again. You cant help but let out a soft moan as he pulls down your bra, looking in awe before taking your nipple into his mouth, his hand kneading the other. “Do you want me to stop…?” he murmurs against your tit.

“N-no…” you mumble out. No matter how much you didn’t want to be on the fuck and forget list, you were already too far gone. He grins, kissing down your body as he holds you against the brick wall. One of his hands dip under your skirt, a low growl escaping his throat as he feels your dampened panties.

“God you’re soaked and I haven’t even done anything…” he murmurs. You let out a soft whine as you feel his fingers press against your cunt through the fabric of your panties. You rock your hips desperately to which he grins. “Such a needy slut aren’t you…?” He says cockily before kneeling down, lifting your skirt. His movements were quick, your panties quickly pulled down as his mouth watered at the sight of you dripping.

He gently kisses the inside of your thighs before licking up through your folds, moaning at your taste. The feeling was intoxicating, your hands immediately gripping at his hair, hips grinding against his tongue as he slid a finger into you. You didn’t care who heard, nothing mattered but Mattheo. Strings of moans left your mouth as he licked, bit, and sucked on every part of your cunt, worshiping every part of your body. He slowly slides another finger in, eliciting a loud moan from you that only makes him quicken his pace.

He knew you were close, and it only drove him to please you even more, his fingers pressing against that perfect spot that made you moan every time. You were his fuel, every moan, every whimper, it only drove him mad. Your legs grew weak, it was to much as you moaned loudly, hands gripping his hair as your thighs tightened around him. It was pure ecstasy as your orgasm hit you, the world went blank, all that mattered was him and how good he made you feel. You look down at him, panting heavily as he grinned, licking at you once again and groaning.

“You taste so good…try it…” he murmurs, standing up and pulling his fingers from you, grabbing your jaw and pushing them into your mouth, making you taste yourself. “Clean them” he commands as you lick his fingers clean. “Good girl” he says pressing you against the wall.

“Mattheo please” you whine, hands gripping at his belt as you try undoing it.

“Such a needy slut” he hisses, “but I’ll be nice tonight, and give you what you want”. His hand quickly removes his belt, letting his pants fall as his boxers looked incredibly tight. Your hand palms him, stroking him through his boxers as he moans, pressing his face into your neck. “Fuck…gods I need to feel you now, you’re driving me mad” he says against your skin, his hand pushing yours away as he quickly pulls down his boxers.

He lifts you up, kissing you harshly and without warning thrusting into you, letting out a low groan into your mouth. You moaned loudly, if it weren’t for Mattheos lips muffling your moans, the whole damn castle would wake up and hear you. He thrusted roughly into you, this wasn’t sweet, it was rough and primal. His hips clashing to yours quickly. “You feel so good…such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this” Mattheo groans, “This is mine, all fucking mine, you’re mine” he says possessively. You couldn’t even respond, he had you seeing stars as moans and whimpers left your lips.

“Fuck baby…gripping me like a fucking vice” He murmurs, his tip brushing against your cervix with every thrust. “You’re fucking perfect” he says as he kisses your neck, leaving a dark hickey, leaving his mark on whats now his. You’d fallen into Mattheos web, and he wasn’t letting you go.

“M-Mattheo” you managed to finally stutter out, your walls clenching around him making him groan.

“You gonna cum? Cum for me” He says as he fucks you harder and faster, biting and kissing at all the skin he could. Your body trembled, it ached for that release and it hit you like a train. Screaming Mattheos like a prayer on your lips as your orgasm washed over you. His quickly following as your walls pulsed around him, he let out a low moan into your neck before kissing you as he filled you with his seed.

All of his movements came to an end, all that was heard was the soft breathing and panting shared between you two as his forehead pressed against yours. “You’re perfect…” he murmurs before slowly setting you down, and you half expected him to leave, to be done with you after fixing his clothes, but he didn’t.

He watched you dress yourself, his eyes glued to you, completely entranced before the clock hit midnight. The loud clanging bringing you both to your senses. “Looks like your prefect duties are over” Mattheo says looking back at you.

“Yeah, they are. I’ll see you around Mattheo” you mumble, waiting for him to treat you like a one time thing.

“Without me?” He ask with a soft chuckle.

“What? Wasn’t this all you wanted..?” You ask softly, ready for him to agree.

“No. This isn’t all I wanted. I want you, it’s always been you…and maybe, we can continue this in your dorm if you want” he says with a hint of sarcasm but truth as he takes your hand. You didn’t know where this would lead. If he would actually want you and only you, but as he walked you to your dorm, it felt like maybe, he did only want you.

[short666bread]

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