#dating Draco Malfoy

[myloveharry]

Dating Draco Malfoy Headcanons

Draco is cocky and arrogant, which proved to be a hindrance in your relationship in the beginning.

But when he realised that his arrogance might lead to damage to your relationship, he tried to curb it as best as he could.

He's like a Prince, laden with expensive clothes, shoes and accessories. But when you became his girlfriend, he began treating you like a Princess as well.

If you were being bullied before, now the same bullies refuse to even make eye contact with you, skirting away the moment they see you out of fear of Draco.

Draco has made it clear that if anyone harms you, physically or mentally, there will be hell to pay. If he could, he would enforce a rule which would command everyone to stay away from you.

He's insanely protective, always keeping an arm around your waist tucking you close to him, or holding your hand or sometimes straight up carrying you in his arms in corridors. He can and will kill anyone who poses as a threat to you.

He's also extremely possessive. He's not hesitant to fight for you, and gets jealous easily. Even if he sees you talking and laughing with a guy who's not him, he'll intervene immediately and pull you towards him not-so-subtly.

Once, at a Quidditch game, someone had tried to flirt with you even after you said no many times, even after you displayed your disgust and dislike for the man. Draco crashed his broom into the stands towards that boy for bothering you.

Gift giving is his love language. May it be Christmas, Easter or just another random day, he'll leave a neatly wrapped present at the foot of your bed with a love note.

Sometimes on occasions like your birthday or your anniversary with Draco, he'd prefer to hand it over to you just to see the expression on your face as you see what he has gifted you.

Gift giving for him doesn't mean that he'll give something to you just because it's expensive or he wants to display how rich he is. No, each gift he gives you carries some meaning. Whether it be your favourite colour, your favourite flower, or anything random you said, he'd remember it and plan your gifts accordingly.

Dating Draco means getting jealous looks and taunts from many people around you. In the beginning, all of that intimidated you. But not anymore. Now you can return just about everything people throw at you.

Draco doesn't shy away from showing people who you belong to. Constant physical touches, kisses, and verbal declarations. You act like it's annoying but inwardly, you enjoy it.

What you and he were most worried about, was whether his family will accept you or not.

The Malfoys didn't accept you at first, but Draco had decided that he was going to be with you, whether his parents liked it or not.

Narcissa turned around quite fast after seeing how happy you made his son, she soon turned from a cold, resolute lady to a motherly figure to you.

Lucius took time to turn around, and even tried to convince Draco to look for someone else. But despite having an undying devotion towards his father, Draco had decided that he was yours.

Being with Draco isn't easy, but he makes sure that it's not too hard either. He'll try his best to keep you happy and safe.

You love Draco for what he is and he loves you for what you are, you're both imperfect people, but perfect for each other.

[queenofthyme]

sometimes being a fanfic writer is ignoring research

[bunny-1111]

Dating Draco Malfoy - moodboard

[dracoxsworld]

ARRANGED - Draco M. x Reader PART ONE | “She’ll Do”

You brush your soft hair. Apply a beautiful red shade of lipstick on your even softer lips. You look at yourself in your vanity, the vanity your father built with you when you turned sixteen. You smile at the memory.

Sixteen. Life was so much more simpler, you didn't have the worried you have today at 18. It's crazy how much changes in two years. You take a deep breath in. Today was the day you had been dreading. You and your family are a pure-blood family, and your family intends to keep it that way. Everyone knows your family, everyone. Meaning you have an impossibly high expectation to meet; marry someone you simply don't love. Because you're already in love with someone. Sadly, they don't meet your family's standards. He's half-blooded. You've fought with your parents, multiple times.

"But dad, I love Nicholas!" You beg. Tears burning in your eyes. "Y/N you know how this works. There will be no more arguing. Nicholas is a mud blood."

Mud blood. That's a word that's often thrown around in conversations in your household. Most witches and wizards today will turn in your direction in disbelief/disgust when it's used. But your family doesn't care.

You finish with the rest of your makeup. Today you were going to meet your future husband. The one that's been arranged and assigned to you. Your eyes gaze to an old photograph of you and Nicholas, at the Yule Ball. Tears form in your eyes again. You pick up the photograph gently with your fingers, handling it like fragile glass.

"I promise, Y/N. I will wait for you." Nicholas said, smiling faintly. You couldn't even look him in the eye when your parents refused to let him marry you, and the news broke out about your arranged marriage. "Nicholas, I am so sorry." You sob out. "Hey," he says softly, his hand rubbing your shoulder, the other gently grabbing your chin pulling your face in the direction of him. "It will be okay, Y/N. I love you, we will make it through this." He consoles you.

Nicholas promised you that you’d both somehow figure out a way to be together. You wanted to show him that you were hopeful, but deep down you were aware of what your family is capable of.

Not just your family, but the family you’re being married into. The Malfoy’s. You were marrying their son, Draco.

You and Draco had attended Hogwarts together, the same house, same classes, played Quidditch together on the Slytherin team, but no matter how much coincidental time you spent together; your beliefs could never be the same.

“Y/N, imagine how disappointed your father would be with you if he knew you were still dating that foul mud blood, Nicholas.” Draco would tease you as he saw you and Nicholas holding hands walking down the hall. “Well, you make your father disappointed without even trying, don’t you, Malfoy?” Nicholas would spit back. “Nicholas, he’s not worth it.” You’d whisper.

“Y/N! Are you ready?” You heard your mother call. Almost time. “Almost!” You call back. “Well hurry up, you can’t take all day!”

You sigh. You finish your hair by putting it up in an elegant bun with a hair clip uncreated with diamonds, and added hair spray for support. Your dress was long, and elegant. Dark green with lace around her neck line. Your collar bones poked out with your long necklace in the middle, that matches your hair clip. You were ready, for the worst day of your life.

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You come down the steps of in your opinion, oversized house. Your mom greets you at the bottom. She gasps and he hand covers her mouth. “Oh Y/N.. You look beautiful. Draco will simply melt when he sees you.”

“Gross.” Your mutter in annoyance. “Melvins Beard, Y/N get over yourself! This is for the good of not only the family, but you!” Your mother stressed. “For me? I have already found the love of my life! But he didn’t fit your standards! So I am being forced to marry someone I have no interest in even being friends with!” You blurt out. Your mother just stares at you. If smoke could burst out of her ears, it would.

“Y/N. This is how our family works. This is your life. You were born into the family, and this is the life and rules you live by as a member of this family. Your father and I were arranged.”

“And how did that turn out? You’re both home together all the time but don’t say a single word to each other! You have nothing in common.”

“We created you. We continued to build the empire together. We love each other.” Your mother insisted.

“You’re in denial.” You said finally.

You and your mother left your manor to meet your father, who had already arrived at the Malfoys. "Y/N, before we go in there, please develop an open mind." Your mother said while gently grabbing your hand. "Me have an open mind?" You responded. "I told you the love of my life, and he wasn't good enough for YOU." you say with a harsh tone. Without giving her the chance to respond, you left the car. You walk up to the Malfoy manner. It is so gloomy, almost like a dark cloud is hanging above it. The whole exterior is a pitch black color, the gate to the manor looks terrifying, like the house where you'd accidentally kick your ball into the yard, and wouldn't dare to get it back.

You take a deep breath. Apart of you was scared, another was angry. Either emotion was to not to be shown. A guard goes up to the gate.

"Name?" The man asks, his face covered with his hood. All you can see is his goatee that comes to a point.

"Y/F/N." You huff out, crossing your arms from the cold.

"Congratulations on the marriage, future Mrs. Malfoy." The guard says to you, his yellowing teeth form into a smile. You roll your eyes. The guard opens the gate for you, allowing you to enter. You walk up to the manor, down a long runway. Each side were tall hedges, to hide whatever they hid around their home. You could feel anxiety bubbling in your stomach. You know Voldemort would hide out here from time to time. Yes, the one who shall not be named, has probably walked down the same runway you are right now.

You arrive to the Malfoy’s front door, and knock. Narcissa answers and smiles. “Y/N. The pleasure is mine; welcome to our home.” She said gracefully. Admittedly, Narcissa was beautiful. Her white and black hair, strategically done up together. He bright red lips pop against her pale white skin. “Thank you madam.” You said, bowing at her. You enter in the manor.

“I’ve been told you’re not a fan of the arrangement.” Narcissa says simply, closing the door behind you, then turning towards you.

You sigh. You’re tired of explaining yourself to people who won’t listen. “It’s nothing against Draco personally, but Narcissa- I’ve already met my love.”

“Y/N, how are your parents? They were arranged I’m sure you know.” Narcissa asked, faintly smiling at you.

“They don’t talk. They don’t love each other, married for blood status.” You explained.

“Yes, you see, me and Lucius are the opposite. We love each other. We married for blood status. We were arranged,” Narcissa started. “Correct me if I am wrong, but even when people marry the person they ‘love’ they still divorce, and Lucius and I are an example of an arranged marriage that has turned out lovely.”

You stare at Narcissa. Nothing she said really made you feel better; nor make sense. “Mrs. Malfoy. You and Lucius have the same beliefs, same meaning of life, everything. Draco and I have nothing in common-“

“Did someone say my name?” A voice from the half to the right of you calls. You and Narcissa turn towards the direction of the voice. Draco Malfoy himself comes out of the hall. He stops to look at you, does not react, and continues to walk towards you.

“I guess she’ll do, mother.” He said matter of factly. Narcissa narrowed her eyes at her blonde haired son. “Of course she’ll do, Draco. She’s beautiful.” Draco shrugged.

You scoffed. “I did not spend hours getting ready for a man who I have no interest in marrying just for you to say ‘she’ll do.’” You spit at him.

“She’s sassy.” Draco said, ignoring you. “On we go then,” he added, motioning for you both to follow him to the ball room. Your jaw dropped as you watched him walk off. “Ignore him, he’s not a morning person.” Narcissa said nervously. “Let’s go, dear.” She said after a moment, putting her arm around yours.

You and Narcissa arrive in the ballroom. Lucius and your father are talking near the Malfoy’s thrones. Your father looks at you; and smiles. Your expression doesn’t change from your blank one.

Draco turned around, facing you. He held his hand out, as an offer. You take a deep breath and take it.

He brings you close. “Meet me in the dining area in 10 minutes.” He whispers. You look at him with an eyebrow raised. He gives you a smug look. “Don’t worry darling, I’m not interested in you like that quite yet.” He said, as if he was reading your mind.

“Y/N. Come see Lucius, and where is your mother?” Your father asks. You shrug, and walk up to the men. “I’m not sure, I left her in the car, I’m sure she’ll be here in a moment.” You say, then turn to Lucius. You bow. “Mr.Malfoy.” you greet him.

“Y/N. It’s a pleasure, my dear.” He says in his monotone voice. “Draco is a lucky man, I must say.” Lucius says, eyeing you up and down. You suddenly feel yourself stepping closer to your father. “Yes, she looks just like her mother.” Your dad says nervously. His hand protectively lands on your shoulder.

“You’ll be staying with the Malfoy’s after the wedding, Y/N. Learning how they live; then hopefully, you and Draco will be able to live on your own.” Your father explained to you. You nodded. “You’ll have a choice of our many manors, Y/N. Although, I’m sure Draco already has one in mind that he’s picked.” Lucius added.

“This is crazy. I don’t even want to be in the same room as anybody from the Malfoy family. And now I’ll have to live with them? Nobody told me.” You thought. You then suddenly remember your meeting with Draco. “If you two gentlemen will excuse me, I need to use the ladies room.” You say, smiling at them both. They both nod, and you go off to find the kitchen.

It took a while, but you found it. Draco, dressed in an all black suit with a slytherin pin, his platinum blonde hair, leaning against the counter.

“You’re late.”

[dracosbabygirl8]

I loved your fic with Draco sm! Is there any way you can do head canons of dating him with the same reader in the fic pls!(If that makes sense)

thank you so much for the request and sorry for the delay in writing it, i was lacking inspiration, and tbh i’m not particularly fond of this one, but anyway. i did a little moodboard to accompany it, bc why not. hope you like it ♡

WARNING : slightly toxic (possessive) but nothing crazy, there’s a nsfw part at the end.

moodboard & headcanon of dating draco malfoy based on this fic

• with cedric out of the picture, draco and you resumed hanging out together as much as before, recreating your old routines from when you were friends.

• however, you needed some weeks to appropriately get over your messy breakup and completely move on from your past relationship.

• during this time, draco was patient bc he knew soon enough you would be all his. he provided comfort, listened to you, and reassured any insecurities caused by the cheating

• a month after your break-up, draco asked you out on a proper date to your favorite restaurant in town, followed by a night drive, knowing you loved driving around at night.

• he used this opportunity to once again admit his feelings to you in a less messy way than the first time, and you exchanged a sweet and soft kiss that lasted for endless minutes because neither of you were ready to pull away from this sweet feeling.

• at the beginning of your relationship, you feared that your friendship might not survive the transition into a romantic relationship. however, draco’s persistent and genuine efforts to win you over gradually erode your doubts.

• after a few months of dating, he was completely infatuated with you, feeling like you had him wrapped around your little finger.

• sometimes he silently wonders to himself « how tf did I manage to make this girl mine? »

• regularly catch him staring at you like you were one of the 7 wonders of the world

• he can’t help but think you’re his greatest blessing and secretly feels very grateful that cedric messed up with you, so he could’ve his chance.

• he’s very affectionate in public, holding your hand or placing his hand on your thighs, waist, or shoulders. always craving to touch you.

• you resume attending every one of his quidditch matches, eventually wearing his jersey with his name written on the back. he couldn’t be prouder.

• if he scored good points or grabbed the golden snitch he would immediately look at you or blow a kiss in your direction.

• you now attend every malfoy’s ball as his date, dancing and sipping fancy champagne all night together (narcissa eventually made a comment that she ‘knews from the very beginning they would end together’).

• literally nobody could make you laugh like him. he loves the sound of your laughter so much that he would try to be as funny as possible. not at the point of making a fool of himself, but just little silly jokes or sarcastic remarks here and then.

• spoil you rotten with whatever you want, if you pass in front of a store window and say you like this, you will have it tomorrow morning.

• he buys you expensive gifts as well, but most of time meaning presents. like he would buy a book for you and leave a little note on the inside, telling you why he thinks you would like it.

• take you on date in a fancy dinner, he reserved the whole rooftop of the restaurant just to be in calm place with you, giving you a beautiful bouquet of your favourite flowers.

• write you love letters time to time when his feelings are overwhelming and he don’t know how to express them out loud. just to remind you how grateful he is to have you in his life and how you are his safe place.

• he could be very territorial and easily jealous.

• you’re his and he needs to showing that to anyone that seemed to forget.

• he treats you like royalty, always making sure you feel like a princess.

• he sleeps poorly if he isn’t next to you, so he would literally beg you to stay sleeping with him in his dorm. not that you are complaining because, being a prefect, he has an individual and very comforting dormitory. so, after a couple of weeks, his dorm becomes your dorm too.

• first time you made love, you were so nervous about not being experienced enough, but draco was reassuring, affirming that you’d ‘always be so perfect for me, darling’. he approached the moment with gentleness and care, ensuring you felt comfortable and safe.

• as you both grew more comfortable with each other’s bodies, draco’s confidence grew too, showing his cocky and dominant self. leading to more playful and occasionally rough sex session.

• he never gets enough of you. very insatiable.

• could have a boner in public just by looking too long at you or thinking too much about you.

• could be horny anywhere and anytime. and if you’re too, could fuck you anywhere and anytime.

• never pressures you into doing anything you’re not comfortable with.

• he enjoys rough (but not harsh) and soft dom sex the most (and fortunately, you’re into it too).

• however, there are times when he just wants to make love to you very slowly and lazy. he adores lazy sex on sundays afternoons.

• receiving oral sex is a must, he loves it but it's not necessary (except after a quidditch loss, he needs to fuck your throat to relieve his nerves). BUT giving you head such an hobbie for him. eating you out like a starving man.

• he makes you wear his shirt after sex.

• he literally worships your body and he's the king of aftercare. brings you snacks if you’re starving, makes you a bath to relax the both of you, and whatever you want, because you were ‘just too good for me, my precious little angel’.

masterlist

[getawayfox]

Mid-kiss Disapparition after a date✨

Happy December! An early gift for sweet @citrusses for the holidays🎄

Still version on AO3💫

[daddiesdrarryy]

Harry: Malfoy, thank you for being my date for the Yule Ball. You know, you’re actually almost charming when you’re not being a mean and insufferable tosser

Draco: Funny, I was gonna say the same about you

[magiclostinfantasy]

Blind Date || Theodore Nott x Reader

Warnings: swearing, Draco trying to play matchmaker Summary: Y/N and Theo's friends set them up on a blind date, not knowing they've secretly been dating.

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Theodore Nott did not go on blind dates, never felt the need to. He liked to believe that he could pull any girl he wanted. After all, who could resist that handsome face and Italian charm?

So, it came to him as a surprise when he found himself seated at Madam Pudifoot’s tea shop, sipping earl grey from a dainty, white teacup. He had been sitting at an intricately decorated table, looking like an idiot for the past fifteen minutes, waiting for his date.

Theodore wasn’t sure how he had let his friends convince him to go to this. He wasn’t sure why he had. He had a girlfriend for god’s sake- not that his friends knew. So, it really wasn’t their fault, he supposed.

His eyes scanned his surroundings, noticing all the lovey-dovey couples seated around him. He was painfully aware of how sad his situation looked. A handsome young boy sitting alone at a table for two in a restaurant full of happy couples. He groaned internally. Where the fuck was his date?

Just as he decided to leave, the door of the tea shop was thrown open. He turned around to see what the commotion was about and saw none other than his girlfriend. Y/n L/n.

Her eyes were blown wide, chest panting as she tried to catch her breath. Theodore’s face lit up as he saw her. She looked gorgeous - out of breath and absolutely gorgeous.

Y/n’s eyes locked with his as she scanned the crowd and a confused look crossed her face. Muttering apologies to everyone, she made her way over to him.

“Theo? What are you doing here?” She asked, sitting down across from him. Her cheeks flushed at the sight of her boyfriend. He grinned, offering her some tea. 

“I’m here for a blind date.”

She scoffed in amusement, taking the cup. “Me too.” 

They sipped their tea, eyes meeting as they did and a burst of laughter erupted from them both. Their friends had set them up together! The absurdity of the situation hit them like a spell gone wrong.

The couples around them looked over at the unexpected outburst, eyebrows raised in part curiosity and part irritation. Theo and Y/n couldn’t stop their laughter, though. This situation was just too funny!

Y/n wiped away a tear, her smile wide. “Bloody hell. This is not what I had been expecting.” She shook her head.

“Neither did I, love.” Theo agreed, his laughter dissolving  into a warm smile.

Their friends had no clue they were dating and had decided they would be the perfect match.

“Clearly, those idiots don’t know us as well as they think they do,” Y/N replied, chuckling. “But it’s kind of sweet.”

Theo nodded, his eyes gleaming. “How about we head somewhere more… comfortable?”

Y/N smirked, rising from her seat. “I know just the place.”

Leaving Madam Pudifoot’s behind, they strolled through the chilly streets of Hogsmeade.Their cheeks turned deep red as the cool night air hit them.

As they approached the Three Broomsticks, Theo couldn’t help but press a gentle kiss to Y/n’s forehead. He grinned as he remembered the moments the two had shared. The stolen kisses, the shared laughter and the secret dates, all kept hidden from their friends.

They found a cosy corner in the pub and settled in. The atmosphere was a nice change from the tea shop. It was all lively, with sounds of clinking glasses and cheerful banter filling the air. The couple ordered butterbeer and raised their classes for a toast to the turn of events.

Back at Madam Pudifoot's, their friends all sat dumbfounded. Draco, the mastermind behind the date, gaped at Theo and Y/n as they got up and left together. 

“Shiit. Did we miss something?” Pansy asked, nudging Draco’s side. She glanced around at the others who seemed just as confused. Blaise shook his head, grinning. “Looks like the little lovebirds have plans of their own.”

With that, the friend group left the tea shop, deciding to head to the Three Broomsticks to celebrate with butterbeer.

As Theo and Y/n continued to enjoy their company, a group of familiar faces burst through the door. They spotted each other, surprised faces morphing into amusement.

Mattheo sauntered over to the couple, a teasing look plastered on his face. “Would you look at what we have here? Care to explain, lovebirds?”

Theo and Y/n exchanged humoured looks before bursting into laughter again. It seemed that their friends had accidentally created a reunion instead of a blind date.

“We’ve been dating for a year, you oblivious idiots.” Theo exclaimed, wrapping his arm around a giggling Y/n.

Draco pouted, turning to Pansy. “I think we might need to brush up on your matchmaking skills.”

Pansy raised a brow at him. “Bitch, you mean you need to brush up on your matchmaking skills.”

The group rolled their eyes as they continued bickering. Squeezing in, the Slytherins joined the couple in their booth and The Three Broomsticks became a mere backdrop.

Enzo raised his butterbeer in another toast, “To surprises and these two lovey-dovey shits.” He winked. He was met with cheers and smiles from the group. Theo and Y/N exchanged a glance, their hearts swelling with happiness.

As the night drew to a close, the group left the Three Broomsticks. Theo and Y/N walked side by side, their fingers entwined.

“I’m glad this happened. We don’t have to be a secret anymore.” She whispered to him. He nodded, squeezing her hand. “Me too, love. Me too.”

[aleiinad]

the frustrated date

[coldfeeshes]

"in which sirius black has escaped, christmas gifts are knit, and a butterbeer date is coaxed out of auror potter"

crossposted, [link]

YEAR 3!!! WE ARE IN YEAR 3!!

for "head over heels" by @dracoispookie you all Simply must Read it

i love loooove slow burn... and pining draco is such a cutie, too bad he has to grow up in a world of um. pureblood supremacy and tom hyung.

but also im sooo excited for the tonal shifts gof and beyond brings...!!

[matfields]

shopping day

a little drarry doodle inspired by a kiss i shared last night

[sodamnradd]

“Don’t look,” murmured Theo, twirling a lock of Hermione’s hair around his finger. “But I think he’s jealous.”

“Who?” she whispered, desperately wanting to peek.

“Draco,” he said, caressing her cheek to keep her from checking. “He hasn’t stopped staring at you.”

“In sheer disgust? Draco despises me.”

At work yesterday, he’d insulted her penmanship. Again. Visiting her office for the third day in a row with her memo torn up in scraps, claiming her ‘barbaric handwriting’ was illegible.

“I don’t think so,” he said, leaning in close to make it seem like he was whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She plastered on a dreamy smile and looked up at him through mascara-coated lashes. “It’s a ruse, you know. Him and Astoria. They’re planning a public break up in a week or two. She’s secretly dating a Quidditch player—a half-blood.”

“The horror,” she replied with a feigned gasp. “Is that all you Slytherins do? Scheme and show off?”

“And fall in love with the wrong people,” he replied with a faraway look in his eyes, straightening when a shadow loomed over them. “Alright, mate?”

Malfoy stood at their table, tall and cross. “May I have a word, Granger?”

Theo nudged her ankle under the table and gave her a knowing grin. She shook her head, refusing to buy into his nonsense. Malfoy was probably here to insult her hair or tell her that pink made her look frumpy.

Before she could tell Malfoy to leave them alone, Theo kissed her cheek and told her not to take too long.

She was left with no choice but to follow Malfoy into the rose garden, away from the gossiping crowd. “What is it?” she demanded, prepared for his regular bullshit.

“I saw something earlier that you should know about.” The grave look on his face sparked her interest. “Look. I know I give you a hard time at work now and again—but I’ve come to… to care…” He paused and tried again. “I mean… I think you deserve… not that I…”

“Malfoy,” she said sharply.

He expelled a long breath, then blurted out, “Theo and Potter are fooling around behind your back. I saw them inside earlier.”

She was floored. And then she felt an odd rush of affection for the stormy man standing before her. It had obviously taken a lot to suck up his pride and tell her that. What had he said? Something about caring?

“I’m sorry, Granger.” He hugged her, smushing her face against his warm chest. “Don’t cry. He was probably afraid he’d get caught by his father and used you as a cover up. People do lousy things when they’re desperate. Take it from someone who knows.”

“I’m not crying,” she mumbled, nudging him back. Her heart was racing. “I know about him and Harry. We were faking it so Theo’s father would ease off him. Apparently, dating a Muggle-born witch is slightly less offensive than being gay."

He opened his mouth, then shut it. His cheeks were turning red. It was oddly sweet how he had nothing to say.

“I hear you and Astoria are pulling a similar stunt,” she said in an attempt to make him feel better.

He shrugged; voice strangled. “Family dynamics are fucked out here.”

“Theo says it’s because you all fall in love with the wrong people.” She looked meaningfully into his eyes.

He stared back. “I wouldn’t say ‘wrong’, just...” His gaze was so intense, she felt trapped in it. “…inconvenient.”

“Is that what I am?” she breathed, wondering if Theo was right. Maybe Malfoy wasn’t looking for ways to get under her skin just to be a prick. Maybe he was looking for excuses to get closer to her. “An inconvenience?”

He didn’t verbally respond, but she felt his gaze all over her. The heat emanating off him made her sweat.

She swallowed, overwhelmed. “How long until you and Astoria call it off?”

He tilted his head. “We’re waiting until the Ministry Gala.”

“Maybe Theo and I will split around that time, too,” she suggested, mentally counting down the days and hoping she wasn’t misreading the situation.

His eyelids grew heavy. He licked his lips.

She felt a little drunk with the way he was looking at her.

“Maybe,” she said, stepping closer to fix his tie. He shivered beneath her touch. “You can send me an office memo. Since my handwriting is so offensive.” She tipped her head back, whispering into his ear, “Thank you for telling me about what you saw.”

Hermione left him there speechless, smiling softly to herself as she walked away.

-

Twelve days later, an office memo nose-dived on her desk. She recognized Malfoy’s pristine handwriting, and considered if maybe hers was a bit messy in comparison.

Dinner tonight in Diagon Alley?

The pink memo bloomed into a rose. She lifted it to her nose, enchanted that it smelled like a real one. But more touched that he wanted to take her out publicly.

Pick me up at 7, she wrote, and let the office memo fly.

(847 words, prompt: fake dating for dramione month)

[bunny-1111]

How the Slytherin boys would react to you getting into a physical fight with another student

Tom:

he would be so nonchalant

he would see, you all hands on deck

break it up

pull you away

when he's walking you off, you're catching your breath

he would say, "Pull yourself together" so sternly

"I don't need people saying I'm dating a classless troll, hear me"

when you nod with embarrassment, he would roll his eyes

leading you to his dorm, you would gather the courage to ask where he's taking you

"teaching you not to use your fucking hands; I'm never above hurting the enemy; you want to hurt someone? I'll teach you a few spells" he would say, stoic

"fighting with her hands like a fucking muggle" you would hear him scoff under his breath, shaking his head in disapproval

Matteo:

Honestly, Matteo would love a psycho girl. You can't tell me different

when he heard chanting 'Fight!' he ran to the scene

Matteo would never miss a good brawl

when he pushed through the crowd and realised it was you amidst the chaos, he smiled

"Come on Baby! swing" he would clap, telling the bystanders that was his girlfriend

when the boyfriend of the girl you were fighting started talking too much shit, he rolls his own sleeves up

couples who fight together stay together?

Theodore:

when the two of you went to the library for a late night study, the lights were dim, and Theodore wasn't able to see you properly

when you were walking back to Dungouns, it was windy, and the your jumper had slipt slightly off your shoulder, revealing a small bruise

Theodore would stop you immediately "what's this?" he would question pulling the fabric down even further to see if more followed

"what happened." he would say

"I bumped into a bookcase?" you try

"I was with you all night, no you fucking didn't. I'll ask you one more time. What. Happened?"

"I got into a little fight" you admitted

"Huh? Who, when" he would start

"Doesn't matter Theo, I won. This is my battle scar" you smiled pulling your jumper back up

"It was with a girl right? No guy hit you" he sternly continued his interrogation

"No Theodore, it was a Gryindor, alright a girl"

"Good, I wasn't in the mood to have to kill someone... long day" he huffed opening the door for you, entering the common room

Lorenzo:

you and your friends would be in the hall eating dinner

when Blaise says, "Hey, y/n, any reason why (the person you fought) ended up in the hospital wing and you didn't even need to pay Pomfrey a visit?"

Why would you go to Pomfreys? enzo would ask mouth full of food

"oh? you didn't hear about the cat fight in the corridor today" Blaise laughed

Enzo practically choked on his food.

"You got into a fight?" he looked up

you didn't reply. To Enzo no answer was an answer

"My little angel got into a fight and didn't tell me... did you win?"

Draco:

he would make such a fuss

"it was Ginny Weasley" you laughed

"What!?"

"Yeah, we got into it because he was talking shit about you, so I started talking shit about Harry, and it escalated" you smiled

"And?" he pried

"Gryifindors arent as courageous as they say," you say

"That's right darling, let's go walk past their common room, wanna torment Potter bout this" he smirked

Blaise

he would be on the quidditch pitch, playing

when a girl next to you was talking about how he's not a good player, how her boyfriend on the opposing team would smash them

"you wanna get smashed by my fist next? that's my boyfriend you're talking about," you would say

"well tell your boyfriend he's eating shit this match?" she smiled back

pouncing through the bleachers you attacked

when Blaise caught sight of Pansy pulling you off her, and the girl running off with a blood nose, he smirked

he played so well the rest of the game

walking out of the locker rooms, he found you "I won on the pitch, you won off the pitch hunny" he would smile wrapping an arm around you

"Do you know what she said?" you started to rile up again

"She said that-" you started

"No, no, you took care of it, that's it" he smiled down at you

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✧˖°. 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘧𝘰𝘺: 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘣𝘰𝘢𝘳𝘥

— he’s not completely open about himself or affectionate but you can tell he’s holding back, but a few months after you prove you’re not going anywhere he’ll open up and trust you more.

— lots of random surprise hugs from behind where he just envelops you into his rich cologne scents.

— he loves seeing you at his games in his quidditch jersey, it gives him so much more confidence and makes him so happy.

— sometimes he’s a little distant when he’s jealous, but with you reassuring him he feels much better.

— he adores seeing you in his rings and when you play with them as he holds your hand.

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Hello! I really love reading your writing. If you don't mind, can you write a story where bf! Mattheo secretly plans a birthday surprise for his gf! Reader? Thank you in advance! ✨

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ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs; ɴᴏɴᴇ! :)

I wake up with a giant yawn, my arms streching out, I rub my eyes. It was my birthday today, I've always loved my birthday, I mean, i think everyone does, my I love my birthday, especially more because it's a new chapter of life. A fresh start, and I also love the attention I get.

I get out of bed and put on my special outfit. I've been saving for at least 2 weeks now; a black tube top, a jean skirt, and a leather jacket to finish off the look. I got the outfit at a store at Hogsmeade when I was going on a date with Mattheo. He even helped me choose this outfit. I was glad my birthday was on a Saturday, which gave me the freedom to wear whatever I wanted without wearing a uniform.

I don't really know what to do with my hair, so I just curl it. I place the curling iron on my vanity, my hand fidgeting with the curl until it's perfect. I clip the curl back and do another one. I repeat this until my head is full of curls. I look in the mirror and smile.

I open the drawer to all my makeup, pulling my favorites, i start with blush, dabbing some along my cheekbone, blending it with a brush. I curl my eyelashes, and then I do numerous layers of mascara on my eyelashes. Using a wipe to clean off any messes.

My gaze looks upon a Polaroid of me and Mattheo, on our second date, at a restaurant he took us to in Hogsmeade, I remember I brought a muggle Polaroid camera (one of my friends had brought me it for a gift exchange during the holidays.) When I took it out of my purse, he was bloody confused, I explained to him that it was a camera that muggles used to take photos.

"So..do the photos move?" He asks me, fidgeting with a fork, waiting for our food to come. "No, they don't move." I exclaim. "Oh." He pouts. "Its alright, I promise they will turn out good!" I reassure him. "If you say so." He shurgs, placing the fork down as he leans in closer, inspecting the camera. "I'll take a photo of you." I say, pointing the camera to him. "Does it hurt?!" He says, eyebrows rasing, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. "No! Silly, you won't feel a single thing!" I smile, angling the camera to face him. "Promise?" He murmurs. "Promise." I nod. "Three, two, one." I say, clicking a button, there's a sudden flash. "There's wasn't so hard, was it?" I ask, holding the Polaroid in front of us. The little photo frame slowly comes out from the bottom, and Mattheo watches in awe. Finally, when the photo was ready, I shook it so it was fully processed. My eyes widen when I look at the photo. I haven't had time to see his pose. In the photo, Mattheo smiles widely, his eyes crossed eyed, looking at his nose. "You look so stupid!" I chuckle. He frowns. "Cute. You look cute." He smiles. "Thank you, love." At that moment, i swear I could feel butterflies doing a backflip in my stomach. "Let me take one of you now." He says. "Okay." I say, adjusting my hair. "Oh, just click that top button when you're ready." I say, pointing to the button. "Thanks." He mutters, focusing on capturing the perfect angle. "Three, two...one!" He says, clicking the button. I do two thumbs up. I grab the camera from him as he scoots closer to me, wanting to see the final result. Finally, the photo comes out. "My beautiful girlfriend." He says almost like a proud father, patting his chest. I smile widely. "My beautiful Mattheo." I say, kissing his cheek.

I then hear a knock on the door, snapping me out of my thoughts. I open it to see all my friends outside, one of them holding a cake, another one holding a bunch of balloons. "Awe, you guys!" I thank, my friend, gives me the cake, as I place it on the nearest table. The cake is vanilla, my favorite. I give each other of my friends a hug. I felt a hint of sadness when I didn't see Mattheo within the group. "Ugh, I can't believe you're so old now!" One of my friends weeps, hugging me. I giggle. "I'm not that old, and isn't your birthday next month? You'll be my age soon!" I say, rubbing her back. "I suppose you're right." She frowns. "Okay, can we talk about how pretty she looks!?" One of my friends gasped, playing with my hair. "Awh! Thank you! I love you guys." I hug them all.

After around 30 minutes of talking and gossiping, they say goodbye. I lay down on my bed, thinking about Mattheo. I would have totally thought Mattheo would have woken up extra early and spend the day with me. But I guess not.

What..if he forgot...?

No, he couldn't have! He cares about me, why would he forget my special day. I mean.. it's my first birthday. I'm spending time with him, I guess he's still new to this. He told me I was his first girlfriend. Sure, he had many numerous hookups, but he told me I was the first one he loved. Actually loved. It still makes my heart beat every time I think about the first time he's asked me to be his girlfriend.

Back then, we weren't necessarily friends, but more like peers. Sure, like every other female in the school, he would occasionally flirt. Calling me stupid pet names like "Princess." Or "Sunshine." Then, one day, we were paired up together for a class project. It was a charms essay we would have to complete together. We sat in the library, I, of course, ended up doing most of the work while he would just sit around, figeting with his wand. But he was fun to talk to. He would tease me, and I would reply with a snarky reply as he chuckled. Then one day it sorta just happend, one day, I found myself rolling my eyes at his comment. The next, I found myself unable to stop thinking about him, i even found myself staring at his, trying to search for his dark chocolate curls in crowded corridors.

One day in class, Mattheo blows me a paper swan, It read; "Hey. Meet me at the astronomy tower tonight at 8:30."

So when I went to the tower that night, there he stood, holding flowers and chocolate, specifically my favorite flowers. "Whats all this?" I giggle. "There for you." He answers. I felt myself blushing. "Thank you." I say, grabbing the items from him. "So, uh, I asked you here tonight.." He pauses. "Uh, i was wondering...if you would be..my girlfriend." He mumbles, fidgeting. "Yes! Of course-" I say, as he hugs me.

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After a long day of hanging out with friends, and still no sight of Mattheo. Maybe he just slept in... an extra 8 hours.. a paper swan blows out of my window. My lips part as I catch the paper. "Black Lake -M.R." My heart races, what was this all about!? None of the less, I grab my bag and walk to the black lake, I wave to a few familiar faces in the hallway, I smile as they thank me a happy birthday.

I squint my eyes as I look around the lake, searching for Mattheo, then I see a beautiful sight.

Many candles carefully placed along a blanket, a bouquet of flowers lay on the blanket, as well as a bunch of my favorite foods and two bottles of drink.

I walk closer to it, inspecting it, i gasp as someone corvers my eyes with their hands. I turn around. "Mattheo!?" I question as he smiles uncontrollably. "Hi, baby!" He says, kissing me all around my face. "You bloody idiot!" I say, smacking him. "Ow!" He Frowns. "You waited until the very last moment to celebrate my birthday?" He looks down. "Suriprise!" He says, jazzing his hands up. I roll my eyes while smiling. "Hey, remember I'm still new to this!" He says. "Remember our 6 month anniversary? You got me a gift, and I pretty much forgot?" He states. "Then, on our 7 month anniversary, you went all out." I chuckle. "Indeed." He says, intertwining our hands, as he begins to walk to the blanket. "This is beautiful, love." I say, kissing him. "I spent pretty much all day setting it up. Had to beg Theo to give me these." He says, pointing to the drinks. His friend Theo was a huge drinker. Every time I went to the Slytherin common room to go to his dorm, I would see Theo sitting down, drinking. "I know you don't usually drink, but today can be an exception?" He asks. "Okay." I smile. I pick up a strawberry and bite into it. "Want one?" I ask. "No.." he murmurs. "Why not!? They're so good!" I say. "Just cuz!" He says. I look at him. "Dont tell me you never had a strawberry before.." I smirk. "Uh, no!" He quickly lies. I try to open his mouth and try to stuff one in his mouth. "Eww! No!" He protests, i giggle. "C'mon!! Take a bite!" I beg. He grabs my waist. "Fine, but only for you." He winks. "You're so cheesy!" I say as I feed him a strawberry. "Is it good?" I ask. "Meh. It's okay, I suppose." He shurgs.

After we finish eating, he holds my hand as we look at the setting sun. "It's beautiful, isn't it." He smiles. "It is." I say. "My beautiful girl is getting so old." He frowns. "Oh shush." I laugh. "But yet again, another year closer for us to get married and us living together." My heart races. He wants to marry me and spend the rest of his life with me? "What type of house do you think you want?" I ask. He hums. "Definitely a classic house. Definitely not a modern house. Those are boring." He says. "Me too." I agree. "How many kids do you want?" I think for a moment. "Maybe two kids. One boy, one girl." He nods. "I would definitely want a boy." He says. "I could totally see you being a girl dad." I exclaim. " Actually, me too." He murmurs. "I don't know if I can handle a boy child." I laugh. "Can I braid your hair, love?" I nod. "Of course." I say, positioning myself on his lap. He starts to play with my hair before braiding it. "Your hair is so beautiful. I'm jealous." He pouts. "Your hair is so luscious. What conditioner do you use?" I ask. "I can show you after if you want." He says. "Can I stay tonight in your dorm tonight? We don't have classes tomorrow." I beg. "Of course."

After another hour, it starts to get cold, I realize i forget my jacket at my dorm. He helps me stand up, grabbing both my hands. I brush some dirt off of me. I help him fold up the blanket. "Want my jacket?" He offers, taking it off, meaning i have no choice but to take his jacket. "Yes, thank you." I smile as he helps put the jacket on me. It smells like him. We head back to his dorm, he's places all the stuff on his table as we head to his bed. I let out a high sigh as I lay down. "I wish it was my birthday forever." I groan. "Me too." He says as he flops down next to me. He slowly wraps his arms around me, bringing me in. I feel his warm embrace as he wraps a blanket around us. "I love you, happy birthday, my love." He mumbles in my ear. "I love you too." I whisper as we fall asleep together.

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A/n; thank you so much for requesting this, I love this! Sorry that it took me at while to write this, I was busy + lost some motivation.

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i know in retellings draco always befriends hermione because he's a nerd or whatever but this morning i was thinking of a retelling where draco befriends ron because he literally just bribes him. like he sees that harry won't bother with him and lbr no one wanted to be friends with first year hermione but ron seems like he'd be easily bought and draco's dad told him those are the easiest people to get on your side. and also wouldn't it be fun to steal away harry potter's anointed best friend?

so he's like "i'm willing to forget you laughed at my name on the train" and literally just buys ron things until he stops being indignant. he buys him a new wardrobe. endless sweets and toys. he writes to his mother like "hello i'm working on something here can u help" and narcissa is immediately on board.

and ron totally is easily bought. he really is. he pretends to still hate draco but also his mother taught him some manners so it's only polite to accept the little git's gifts. his siblings are sick with jealousy, it's great.

and slowly ron's like "maybe he's not so bad" and progresses to "yes he's weird but i've gotten him to stop with the slurs so" to actual friendship that harry and hermione eventually come around to, too.