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#artist on tumblr#digital art#commisions open#artists on tumblr#draco malfoy#i want u to listen to mitcki moooom am i still young can i dream for a few months more#drawing malfoy and pika shaging is only a matter of time#what do i even want to prove with that#i guess i finnaly understood how to write hashtags got the vibe#down and out draco malfoy#harry potter#hp
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Pop Up Pals by bambimoss (62k,E)
Tags: Auror!Harry, Pensieves, Loneliness, Accidental Voyeurism
Upon further inspection, Draco could confirm that the other pots harboured similar contents. There were thirty marbles in total, a monthâs supply if you used them daily. Draco opened up a small parchment with a colour coded key on it explaining the details of the charms. It had been a custom order this time, three different colours for three different people. It had made the purchase more expensive but Draco was good with money, only splashing out when he wanted a treat. He glanced down at the key: Pop Up Pals! Never Be Lonely Again. Simply deploy the charm in the comfort of your own home and your imaginary custom designed friend will appear. Whether you want a good natter, a shoulder to cry on or an opponent for Monopoly, Pop Up Pals is Your Friend. Orange = Magalie Green = Lisette Yellow = Philippe Draco nodded to himself and fished out an orange marble, rolling it carefully around in his fingers before whispering âVerae amicitiae,â and throwing the marble at the floorboards. A moment later there was a loud popping noise and a cloud of orange smoke wafted around the sofa. âDraco?â a pretty woman in her early thirties was sat beside him. Her skin was dark and her hair was a mane of glossy curls, she was wearing a large cream cashmere sweater and her eyebrows were knitted together. âMags,â Draco smiled.
(Rec by @cailynwrites)
#drarry#drarry fanfic#drarry fic#drarry fic recs#hpdm#draco x harry#hpdm fanfic#bambimoss#2021#rec by cailynwrites#a creative idea#mail-order charms to create imaginary friends#achingly lonely#down and out Draco Malfoy
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Today's bind đ„° I was worried I'd made the cover too small- thankfully I was wrong đ
#amateur book binding#book binding#harry potter#drarry#slytherin#draco malfoy#gryffindor#homemade#personal use only#down and out draco malfoy#grimmauld place
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Meeting each other for the first time in St. Mungoâs, years after the bloody war.
âFucking hell.â Harry tries, and then fails, not to stare at Malfoyâs ass as he heads out of the ward. The robe is just so flattering. âWhat is Malfoy doing in med school?â
âI canât do this with you again,â Ron says. âI wonât. I refuse, on moral grounds.â - No Harm by @tessacrowley
Read here.
Starting the year with an art inspired by a fic I feel not so normal about. Itâs on its second chapter, and it has me on a perpetual chokehold since the first. The pacing, setting, and their voices completely took my breath away. It started strong, and only gets stronger, like the world just pulls you in and you canât help but to immerse yourself in it. Tessa has done it again. My heart.
xo, kismet
#drarry#Never will they ever be normal about each other#kismet draws#art inspired by fic#No Harm by tessacrowley#drarry art#artists on tumblr#harry james potter#draco malfoy#I am so down for down and out Draco#Healer!Draco#Auror!Harry#someone help the bloke#he cannot talk normally to his crush#also ron is just so done
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Supernova âš
Based off the fic Red Wine Supernova by @mono-chromia which in turn is inspired by the song (same title) âRed Wine Supernovaâ by Chappel Roan - a banger you need to listen to at least once.
#fell in love with the thought of you#now Iâm choked up face down burnt out#red wine supernova#drarry#draco malfoy#harry potter#sheâs gorg darling#harry potter art#muggle au#boshspice#fishnets#art#drawing#illustration#sketch#artists on tumblr#doodle#boshdraws
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Albus giggling to himself as he walks away every time he does the iconic Slytherin "sneer and tch" to some random student. They're standing around, minding their own business, and suddenly out comes Albus looking at them like dirt on his shoe and tutting to himself, followed by a chuckle which he THINKS is quiet but really isn't.
#harry potter#hp#cursed child#hp next gen#harry potter next generation#albus severus potter#albus potter#he gets so proud#also you know how Slytherins have a ring as part of their uniform unlike any other house#do you think Albus has one#do you think he was bought it by Ginny or Harry because there wouldnt be one to pass down through generations#or#superior in my opinion#Draco gifts him the Malfoy snake ring when he starts dating Scorpius (who has the Greengrass one)#and Draco said its because hes part of his family now and Scorpius gets all cringed out but Albus does his dorky little smile and loves it#and and and#it means the ring has more sentimental value. so cute.
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Since I can't stop thinking about it, more memes about the Snape's werewolf daughter au! :
Part 1
(Because only SHE can call him out of his bullshit. Pisa off Potter)
(Basically her mind during most of PoA)
#she was so happy to have a teacher that shared her experiences#too bad he's a dick tho#now she has no option but make his life more miserable#she and harry compete to see who makes snape's hair greyer#she knows draco is a drama queen and needs to be put down a peg or two#she just loves to play along with his antics#it amuses her seeing the golden trio's reactions#oh yeah and whatever remains of sirius black's sanity goes out of the window when she appears#she knows how to put people in her place with just her words#and if that's doesn't work well nothing a couple of hexes and curses can't fix#pro snape#severus snape#pro severus snape#snape's werewolf daughter au#hp headcanons#draco malfoy#remus lupin#harry potter
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iâm so obsessed with this guy, itâs unhealthy. and i really couldnât care less if heâs âso 2020â or âoverratedâ. heâs my babygirl.
#heâs so babygirl#babygirl coded#i love him#im a simp#iâll never be out of my draco era#draco malfoy#draco lucius malfoy#slytherin boys#slytherin#tom felton#i want him#i want his babies#i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises
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Clone Scorpius
#just some doodles on the concept#something something biological imperative something something triggered by mortal peril#sectumsempra#veela!draco#draco malfoy#scorpius malfoy#Harry Potter#down and out fic where Draco asks/harasses/threatens/guilts harry into paying child support#providing housing whatever#bc it takes two to trigger a ditch effort species survival Veela clone baby egg#potter#or one where harry find out and is like#thatâs my son? and everyone is like no#definitely isnât#but obv it ends w them together and harry adopting scorpius#fic where scorpius asks where babies come from#and harry is like *sweating* um uh well you were uh sometimes when two boys .. there was a war..#and uh#umm#and Draco is like from an egg sweetie and scorpius is like :) oh an egg#omg this would make him and teddy like the same age lol#drarry
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Trans Draco. But like. Long hair, flowly clothes. Completley comfortable in his femininity as a trans man.
#trans draco malfoy#long haired draco#it's down to his ass#he took out his bun and showed me himself#harry potter#trans hc#trans author#draco malfoy
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Touch my chicks and you are ROAST (literally đ„)
Draco awakens his creature inheritance on his 14th birthday. It's a great news right?
For him and his housemates? Definitely. For anyone else? They find out pretty fast it is very much not.
As it turns out Draco is a very fierce and very temperamental flying chicken (Veela) who promptly adopted all the Slytherin lower years as his 'chicks'.
He would go into an absolute feral rage if ANY of them were hurt and deal with the preparators with no mercy or whatsoever. Let's also be said that Veelas are very, very vengeful creatures.
So as it should be other houses would learned very quickly that hurting one of the lower year Slytherins are a serious health hazzard (for them) and need to be avoided like the plague if they didn't want a pissed of pureblood or worse... a floff with anger issues and very sharp talons and instant combustion abilities out for their blood.
#harry potter prompt#draco malfoy#veela!draco#creature draco#Creature inheritance#veela#hp prompts#Draco 'touch my chicks and you're dead' Malfoy#He ain't kidding#He got razor sharp talons and an ability any pyromaniac would enyv and he ain't afraid to use then#A very fluff hp prompt#Cuz yes i needed this#Why didn't i see a fic like this before!#why is it always smuth! I need those adoption tendecies flared mates'#Take an example from the DC fandom would u guys!#theyre adoption maniacs#I love them#just pulling out fluff here like an air freshener#The fandom sure as heck needs it#U can't belive what cursed things u can find down here#Draco pulled a đŠ bat (Bruce) on all the baby Slytherins
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Chapters: 13/13 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Hermione Granger/Ron Weasley Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Neville Longbottom, Minerva McGonagall, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley, Teddy Lupin, Andromeda Black Tonks Additional Tags: Down and Out Draco Malfoy, Hurt/Comfort, Auror Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Draco Malfoy & Ron Weasley Friendship, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, Harry Potter Has Anger Issues, Slow Burn, Draco Malfoy Redemption, Angst, Draco Malfoy Cooks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pets, Harry is kind to animals, Pining Draco Malfoy, Harry is a hot mess, Jealous Harry Potter, Pining Harry Potter, Oblivious Draco Malfoy, Switching, Oblivious Harry Potter, They're both pining and both oblivious, Crying Harry Potter, Crying Draco Malfoy, Seriously they cry a lot, Emotional Hurt, Breaking Up & Making Up Summary:
Seven apologies in seven years.
A down and out Draco is on a quest to become a better man while trying to find his moral compass. Meanwhile, Harry struggles with regret and resentment and is unable to leave the war behind.
Can they find Grace and forgiveness? A story of redemption, food, friendship, love and forgiveness.
#drarry#drarry fic#drarry fic rec#drarry fanfic#harry potter#draco malfoy#harry/draco#harry x draco#down and out draco#cook draco#slow burn drarry
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The differences between Merula and Draco are fascinating to me (all my knowledge of hp comes from hogwarts mystery and posts on pinterest) bc Draco is a spoiled brat, and he gets it from his father. Meanwhile Merula's parents are in Azkaban, and it's not difficult to put yourself into her shoes. Of course she's bitter. If anyone found out her parents were in magic prison, it's all she'd be known for, so it makes sense she'd become a bully with her heart set on "most powerful witch", in order to make a name for herself before people put the "troubled kid" label onto her. The player character is even defined by their brother at first. It's obvious that your reputation follows you to hogwarts whether you want it to or not. Draco uses that to his advantage, while Merula wants to bury her family reputation at all costs. Merula is misunderstood, her pursuit of power serving as a ticket out of her parents' shadow, while Draco revels in his parents' power and social standing.
#not to mention merula knew when to step down#she was put in her place and then kind of chilled out a bit#she's still a bit of an ass and still wants to be powerful#but we're working through the enemies to friends arc atm#meanwhile from what i understand draco uses his little chloe bougeois-ass âMY FATHER WILL HEAR ABOUT THISâ throughout the series#also draco held his social standing over everyone#merula doesnt really care about that#hogwarts mystery#draco malfoy#merula snyde#had to babysit that brat and he's always sucked#i ratted his ass out to his father#the little fucker deserved it after he treated me and merula#literally who tf taught that kid slurs
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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
authorâs note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake menđ„” please enjoy.
-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as heâs walking with his friends.
âYou know what, guys, Iâll catch up with you after.â
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, heâd shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
âWhatâre we talking about?â Heâd sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
Heâd simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
âWonderful. letâs head to class, yeah?â
Heâd pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
âWho the fuck was that, hm?â, âhe was practically eye-fucking youâŠgive me five good reasons why i shouldnât have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.â
Heâd be furious, but heâd also know that youâd never choose some other guy over him, so heâd soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
âYouâre mine, princess,â heâd loosen his grip, kissing you softly. âSay it.â
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesnât know.
He doesnât necessarily stop walking, but heâd definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesnât leave, heâd tired of waiting, saying âfuck itâ, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected heâd just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
Heâd practically take over the conversation because heâs literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
Youâd kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves heâd just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
âAinât no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.â Heâd murmur against your lips. âlet that be known, right now, forever, always.â
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second heâd see you laughing and smiling heâd be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldnât want to intrude so heâd just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and heâd know he seemed utterly ridiculous so heâd try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
Youâd quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that heâs overthinking.
Heâd smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
âWho was that guy, darling?â
Youâd tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
âDonât worry enz, no one could ever take your place.â
Heâd blush, trying to play it off. âSorry love, I know youâre my girl.â
Youâd take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. âOnly yours baby, forever.â
Mattheo Riddle.
âWho the fuck-â
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldnât even have to turn around to know heâs there, youâd be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
Youâd already know exactly where this was heading, but youâd also know there was no attempting to stop him because itâs pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
Youâd simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
âIs this fucker bothering you?â
Unable to help it, youâd smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
âNo Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-â
Heâd heard more than enough.
âStudy notes? Yeah, I donât fucking think so,â
Without giving the guy a chance to react, heâd reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as heâd hiss:
âBother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes youâll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?â
Not interested in the response, heâd shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like itâd been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, youâd already know, later that night, heâd be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while heâs fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, heâd smirk at you. âSome bloody nerve on that guy, huh?â
Youâd just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
Heâd spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? Thereâs no fucking way that heâs-
Doesnât bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight youâd know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then thatâs when youâd attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
Heâd just shrug, smirking down at you before heâd finally acknowledge the guysâ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
âMove along,â heâd say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. âThis oneâs fucking taken.â
As soon as he got you alone heâd be damn sure to remind you that youâre his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
âAVADA KEDA-â
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
#harry potter#draco malfoy smut#draco malfoy#lorenzo berkshire#tom riddle smut#tom riddle#tom riddle x reader#mattheo riddle smut#mattheosmut#mattheoriddle#mattheo smut#mattheo riddle#severus snape#tomriddle smut#tomriddle x reader#tomriddlesmut#blaise zabini#blaisezabini#theoriddlesmut#theodorenottsmut#theodore smut#theodore nott x reader#theodore nott smut#theoriddle#theo nott x reader#theo nott smut#theodorenott#theo riddle#dracomalfoy#draco smut
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Who will get there first: Pendles reaching 10,000 disposals or Todd Michael Goldstein reaching 10,000 hitouts
#aflm#Essendon are trying to copy us#we're saying only 4 disposals to go and Essendon obviously looked up the stats and saw Todd is 26 away from 10k#this is unfair#also why isn't Draco Malfoy playing??? THIS IS HIS DAY#he dyed his hair blond for nothing#embarrassing#also i can't sleep because i feel bad i shouldn't have looked at Tony's timesheet sure they told me to but#i shouldn't have been so loud about it as well#i just#I'm an idiot#ok gonna go back to sleep#i think my alarm is still set to go off at 7#why don't alarms understand public holidays??????#alarms are sentient but they're just assholes#they're like 'hm it's anzac day maybe we'll let her sleep today--- GET UP LOSER!!!'#it's really mean#alarm clocks and Sophia are the same#like you know that deep down they care and they don't want to yell but they feel they have to#it's fair enough#otherwise I'll just spend the entire day sending out tax returns and filing and#i need her to yell at me re: terms of engagement letters and to do an interim invoice for $8000 because she doesn't have money for wages and#do normal bosses say that#i can't remember other bosses I've had but i don't think any specifically told me every week that they need money for the wages#like it's lying too because she always pays us so why say it????#make us feel guilty about being paid#as if we should be working for free????
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BUY ME PRESENTS | draco malfoy
summary; draco loves you, and you love him. he just needs a little push to make things official. OR, draco malfoy fighting for his life when he realises just how much everyone wants his girl.
word count; 8928
notes; this is based on christmas eve, but I'm posted a couple days later! this fic puts us half way through our slytherin boy holidays! I'm not sure how the one I expected to be the shortest became the longest one so far. like, seriously, I know I keep saying this but wtf? why can't I write a short fic?
Dinner had already been served by the time you made it to the Grand Hall, the smells of roasted meats and seasoned potatoes filling the air, your mouth watering as you navigated between the throngs of people. Your seat had been saved, of course. A spot on the bench between Draco and Daphne, and as you neared, your friends noticed, smiles rising and waves in your direction.Â
Sinking into your seat, you pressed a kiss to the cheek of the blond boy beside you, his face tipping up to receive it and lips twisting into a smile, attention moving to you as you sat.Â
âGood day?â
âBetter now that itâs over.â You smiled, a chuckle falling from him, and his hand came to rest upon your thigh, squeezing comfortingly while you helped yourself to a plate of whatever food was left. âWhat are we talking about, what did I miss?â
âNot much. Just Theo telling us all about Christmas in Italy.â Mattheo rolled his eyes, as though you all hadn't heard this exact same speech since that very first Christmas youâd become friends. Most of the group seemed to have simply tuned it out, laughing and nodding at the correct times as they whispered their own conversations.Â
A swipe of a thumb over your thigh as you finished filling your plate with food, and you shifted your attention to Draco. âSo, what are your Christmas plans, Dray?â
Shuffling a little bit closer now that your plate was full, his arm moved to lay across your shoulders instead, letting you snuggle up into his side. âOh, you know, the usual.âÂ
He smiled, and your world seemed to get a little bit brighter, his lips brushing your hairline as he left a barely-present kiss there.Â
âTypical Malfoy-family Christmas. I get to do the tour with my parents, visiting every other rich-arsehole couple they know. Christmas Eve party. The pleasure of my fatherâs annual âyouâre growing up now, son, itâs time to get serious about the worldâ over the dinner table on Christmas Day. Open some presents I donât want, on a schedule I donât like.â He sighed, clearly used to it by now, but it didnât make it sound any less awful.
âWell,â You smile, nudging him playfully with your elbow. âMaybe we could write to one another, or even get a little visit in?âÂ
The hope in your voice was evident, and Pansy gave you an encouraging smile across the table. Youâd been meaning to ask Draco this question for weeks now, and your last chance had been fast approaching. Since the summer, you and Draco had been hooking up. It was no secret among your friends, or even the students; your affections for one another were hardly contained, but it wasn't official.Â
You wanted the labels, the security, and the safety of knowing that he was yours and you were his, and nobody else could come between you. You wanted to be introduced to his parents, be his date at events, to have him be proud to call you his girl. But Draco had been hesitant, avoiding every conversation that might inch into the âso, what are we?â territory, keeping a safe distance from any kind of real commitment.Â
It wasnât enough for you anymore, not by a long shot, but trying to talk to Draco about it only ended up with him shutting it down, or skilfully diverting the conversation and you were growing tired of his games.Â
Draco only made a vague noise, neither an agreement nor disagreement, and looked away from you as he picked up his drink to take a sip. âI donât know⊠maybe. I can get pretty busy over the holidays, Iâd hate to let you down.â
Another skill of his, making it seem like cancelling or delaying or not doing something at all was your idea. He was clearly hoping youâd brush it off, and tell him not to worry about it, but instead, you kept quiet. Not giving him the satisfaction of any easy win, this time.Â
Pansy caught your eye across the table, shaking her head disapprovingly, and shooting a glare at an oblivious Draco. She had been your confidant these last few months, every update and development in your situationship, sheâd been informed of. Every decision, sheâd been a part of. She was practically as invested as you were, at this point, and she certainly did not approve of his nonchalant behaviour either.Â
âSpeaking of parties,â Mattheo cut Theo off, clearly having had enough of the annual rehashing of âthat one Christmas when Theo was eightâ for today, and changing the subject, âWhoâs got their dates sorted for the Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball, and whoâs daring to go solo and have Narcissa set them up like a matchmaker all night long?â
Chuckles rang out among the group, and Pansy smiled, leaning into Blaiseâs side with a love-struck grin. âI think weâre safe this year.â
âIâm going solo, but, I did tell Aunty Cissa that I have my eye on a girl in one of my classes, and Iâm seeing how it plays out. So, sheâs not setting me up anytime soon, since she believes Iâm already onto someone.â Enzo smirked, and Blaise congratulated him for his clever tactics.Â
You smirked through your mouthful of food, listening to Mattheo explain his complex excuse, to Reggie mournfully spill the story of how heâs already been set up by his parents witha âpotential bride to meetâ, and how he hopes she doesnât show up. You laugh with the others as Tom simply raises an eyebrow, knowing that even Narcissa doesnât attempt to set him up anymore, lest he scare away any more of her friendsâ daughters. Theo, ever the player he is, is looking forward to dancing with every single lady he can find, and taking his pick at the end of the night.
âI suppose nobody needs to ask Draco who his date will be.â Mattheo grins, wiggling his brows at the pair of you as you smile, leaning a little further into the man at your side.Â
âHey, who knows?â He chortles, and your eyes narrow a little, âIâve had plenty of offers. I havenât made up my mind yet.â
âOooh.â Enzoâs eyes went wide, the other boys joining in, and Pansy fixed him with a glare. Daphne leaned around you with her jaw dropped at his statement, and you sat up from his embrace, lips pressed flat and a brow raised.Â
The boys snickered, âheâs in shitâ and âsomeoneâs in the doghouseâ, but he lived for the spotlight, a drama queen at heart, and he smirked down at you.Â
âOh, câmon. Donât look at me like that, babe.â The playful nickname was one he only ever used when joking around. When he was sincere, he was much more romantic; darling, sweetheart, beautiful. âWhat am I supposed to say? âHi mum, hello father, meet the girl Iâm skipping class to shag! Thanks for paying my tuition!â, I donât think so.â
The boys all laughed, Daphne scoffed in sync with her sister behind you, and Pansy looked like sheâd lunge across the table at any moment, if it wasnât for her chastising Blaise for laughing, instead. âYou and Draco can share that couch youâll both be sleeping on tonightâ, sheâd said. âSee how funny you think it is thenâ.
The words stung as he spoke them, dismantling your relationship down to the bare minimum; to sex and physical connection and nothing else. Like the nights spent talking until the sun came up were nothing, the times youâd held him while he cried, or washed him in the bath when he was so exhausted he could barely keep his eyes open. Like he didnât rub your stomach for hours every month when you got cramps, or had a stash of your favourite snacks in his bedside table for whenever you came over.Â
You knew that Draco Malfoy lived you, just as much as you loved him. It was evident in everything he did, every kiss and every word. But, he needed a little push.
âI suppose youâre right,â You sigh lightly, giggling along with the laughing boys around the table. âIâm not so sure Lucius wouldn't burst a blood vessel then and there.â
âExactly.â Draco hummed, and you glanced back to Pansy. She was shocked, only for a second, before taking in the subtle signs of mischief on your face. Her own smirk stretched out in return, and her gaze flickered once to Draco, before back to you.Â
A new game was afoot, and Draco wasnât going to stand a chance.
Slipping your coat from your shoulders, the annual Malfoy Christmas Eve Ball was well underway. Your parents had disappeared into the crowds before youâd even stepped out of the carriage, uncaring of where you were as long as you werenât causing trouble. They were here to mingle with the other importants, and you were just here to learn the ropes of proper socialising.
The garment was taken from you, your small bag clutched in hand as a ticket was given to you for it, and you brushed down the front of your dress delicately. Pearls moved under your touch, beading along the bodice flat and perfected, and you felt your confidence rise as you looked at yourself once more in the reflection of a dark window. Adjusting the small lace gloves on each hand, you took a step towards the dining room.Â
Elegant music was playing from a live band up on a stage, the room was decorated this year to look like a winter escape. Pale and frosty, like a palace of ice, twinkling lights and glittering decor, crisp white tablecloths and ice sculptures. A layer of goosebumps travelled along your skin at the sight of it all, despite the warming charms that took place for the guests.Â
Scanning the room, you quickly found your table. The designated kids table, despite you all being legal adults and far beyond such status. Youâd all be the babies of the ball until the new generation emerged, no doubt. Moving through the bodies and crowds of people politely, Theo was the first to glance up and spot you, his mouth falling open, and a rush of confidence took over as he raised two fingers to his lips and whistled.Â
The sound caught the attention of the othersâ chatter fading to quiet as they all turned to look for the object of his cat-calling, Enzoâs eyes widened, Pansy cheered loudly, and even Mattheo looked momentarily speechless. Youâd had the same reaction when youâd seen yourself in the dress too, your stylist had truly outdone herself for this one.Â
You looked flawless, and you looked expensive, and utterly elegant. Doing a little spin as you approached, a smile broke free on your lips as you stopped before the chair with your name card before it.Â
âMerlin, babe,â Pansy started, drawing your attention straight her her, âYouâve got every eye on you tonight. If I was single, Iâd be all over you.âÂ
She winked when you laughed, and Blaise rolled his eyes but smiled, leaning in to kiss her cheek affectionately.Â
âPretty necklace,â She commented, and your fingers rose to the pretty string of pearls and diamonds that you had.Â
âIt was a gift,â You simply hummed, tugging at your gloves. Glancing at the others, you gave each a polite smile, eyes lingering on Draco as he stared. In any other style, this dress would be scandalous for an event like this. A low neckline, spaghetti straps, no sleeves. Tight and fitted to every curve of your body, and yet the classic designs and vintage nature elevated it to the kind of class Audrey Hepburn would be proud of.Â
He looked just as good, a dark suit, a fresh white shirt, a champagne-coloured tie that made the colour of his eyes and his hair stand out and your mouth dried out a little. Silver rings adorned his fingers, the Malfoy signet standing out, clenched so tightly around his whiskey glass that his knuckles were almost white.Â
Youâd worn soft, golden makeup effects today, a dusting of glitter along your cheekbones and eyelids, a shade of pink on your cheeks and lips that you knew was his weakness.Â
âSomeone really wanted your attention with that, huh?â Your best friend teased, and your eyes snapped away from Draco, back to her.Â
âI suppose so,â You muse, hand coming up to touch one of the beads on your ear, âSince they also got me this lovely pair of matching earrings.â
Pansy made a dramatic show of admiring them, and Blaise gave a funny look, glancing at the jewellery, and then back at Draco, who was frowning. Before you could reach for your chair after placing your clutch down, Enzo was shooting to his feet from beside you, tugging out the chair for you.Â
Draco scoffed as you gave him a thank you, settling into your seat, and he glared at the man beside you. Enzo didnât flinch, however, smirking at Draco as he spoke;
âWhat? Itâs called being a gentleman, cousin.â
Crossing your leg delicately, youâd hardly even removed your gloves, before a tray was coming down by your side, and a young waiter with a dazzling smile was looking right at you.Â
âChampagne, maâam?â Not a planned pawn in your game, but a welcome addition, you smiled sweetly in return.Â
âOh, Iâd love some. Thank you.â Taking the single glass by the stem, you lifted it from the tray and the manâs smile stretched wider as you sipped the bubbly, holding his eye.Â
âOf course, miss. If you need anything, anything at all, Iâll be at the bar, happy to serve.â His flirting was heavy enough that normally youâd want to roll your eyes, but tonight, you suppressed that urge, playing into it as you bat your lashes.Â
âIâll be sure to keep that in mind. Thank you.â
He took the dismissal, staring appreciatively as he walked away, another look over his shoulder to you as you watched him go.Â
âStop eye-fucking the help.â Draco snapped, and your focus moved to him slowly, just to find his icy glare on you. He didnât scare you, though, all that mean bravado, but you knew what was underneath.Â
âI was doing no such thing.â You tut, placing down your drink. âDonât be jealous, Dray. You look even better in that suit. If you want compliments, just ask. No need to be mean.â
He seemed rather placated by this, his ego settling down, even if the others did laugh at him.
The conversation seemed to continue around you as you settled in, avoiding Dracoâs heated stare and sipping at your champagne. The rush of warming alcohol through your veins settled every dancing nerve, and gave you the calm confidence to do what you had planned. Sitting forwards, just enough, you angled your body so that Draco might have the perfect view over your cleavage as you feigned interest in the chatter around you.Â
He took the bait, his gaze falling right where you wanted it, the gems of your necklace dangling just over the swell of your breasts, and he licked his lower lip, pulling it between his teeth.
Raising your hands and catching the swinging gem, you toyed with it carefully, letting it run over your fingers. Time melted away as Dracoâs gaze flicked between your nimble touch, your lips, and your chest, shuffling in his seat every so often, and gulping at the bubbly in his glass.Â
He was on his third refill by the time food started to be taken around, and you took pity on him momentarily, sitting back in your chair and angling away from him, ready to receive your first course.Â
As the starters came around, you turned to thank your waiter, surprised to see it was the same man from the bar who had brought you your champagne. Youâd given him little thought since heâd walked away, and youâd never spotted him again, but perhaps that was exactly why he was delivering your food now, as he beamed at you and set down the plate.Â
Men did love a little attention, after all.Â
Reaching for the bottle of champagne cooling in the centre of the table, the waiter never looked away from you as he refilled your glass without being asked. Draco finally seemed to notice as he finished adjusting his napkin, gaze narrowing on the man serving you. âYouâve got to be kidding meâŠâ He muttered.
You pretended to take no notice, smiling at the man and waving your fingers flirtily as he walked away.
âIâm going to get another drink at the bar,â He announced, leaving without his glass and without asking if anyone else wanted one. You knew where he was truly going, if the lock of his jaw and the stamp in his step were any indication. You doubted youâd be seeing that waiter again.
As you poked at your food, Pansy excused herself too, only a few bites into her meal before she disappeared with a wicked grin and no explanation to anyone. Enzo just chuckled beside you, glancing around the room like he was watching all the cogs of a machine in motion, before turning his gaze on you. âYou do look lovely tonight, do you know that?â
âOf course I do. I spent days on end trying on dress after dress to find this.â You sighed, admiring the gorgeous piece of art on your body as you set your cutlery down.Â
âAnd is it serving the purpose you need it to?â He teased, voice knowing, and you nodded. Flicking your gaze over the patrons and guests in the room, you searched for Draco, finding him talking politely to one of his motherâs friends at the bar.Â
âIt is, I think.â
âLetâs hope it stays that way.â He whispered, your focus still on the man who truly held your heart, who was making his polite excuse and walking way, back towards you all. His gaze locked on yours, only for a second, before Pansy was calling your name and drawing your focus elsewhere.Â
When you looked up to her, she was grinning, a man by her side. âThis is Elliot, heâs been wanting to meet you for some time. I promised him Iâd introduce you both tonight.â
You offered the best smile you could as his cheeks reddened, and Pansy merely patted him on the shoulder, slinking away as you offered your hand to him. âLovely to meet you, Elliot.â
âYou too. As embarrassing as that introduction was, itâs true. I have wanted to meet you for some time.â He had a kind smile and pretty eyes, and he seemed far too nice to be dragged into your game tonight, but he seemed almost like a willing participant, and you werenât one to look a gift horse in the mouth. As Draco took his seat, Elliot continued, âPansy has told me so much about you. You know, if youâre free one day before you go back to that fancy boarding school of yours, Iâd love to take you out.â
âYeah? What have you got in mind?â You smile, twisting a little more to face him, and your encouragement only brightens his expression as Dracoâs darkens in your peripheral.
âA night in London, perhaps. We could get dinner, and see the opera?â
âShe doesnât like the opera.â Draco sneered, openly staring at Elliot with enough contempt to scare away lesser men. Elliot tugged at his collar, glancing at Draco, and then back to you as you tried to hide your shock at his behaviour.
âThe theatre, then?â
Draco looked ready to snap again, and before he could, you nodded, sparing your unwilling partner. âThat sounds wonderful, Iâll see what my schedule says. Iâll get in touch with you through Pansy if I can find the time, is that okay?â
âPerfect.â He smiled, sneaking another wary glance at Draco who was not backing down from glaring at him unflinchingly, but Elliot shook it off, bravely. âIt was a pleasure to meet you, truly.â
âAnd you, Elliot.â
Soon after he left, the plates were being cleared. You tried not to smirk as a different waiter, and one who very pointedly did not so much as even catch your gaze, cleared your dishes away at record speed.Â
You knew that Draco had something, everything, to do with that. He was jealous by nature, a spoilt single child who did not like to share his favourite toys, and that is exactly what you were betting on tonight.
You stood, taking a lap around the room with Pansy to settle your food before the next course, and to get another drink. She took the opportunity to fill you in on how her first Christmas event with Blaiseâs family had gone, and when you returned, you made sure to surreptitiously place yourself behind Dracoâs chair.Â
You placed a hand on his shoulder, a friendly gesture, squeezing and rubbing enough that your thumb swept over his collar and across his neck. His pulse jumped under your touch, and he tipped his head closer, into your touch.Â
As he did so, your heart leapt in your chest. To others, it might look like a friendly gesture but to you, it meant so much more. You were tempted to cave then and there, to live with this being enough, to settle, but you couldn't. You didnât want this to be it, you wanted to follow this by leaning down to kiss him, to have him smile against your lips in public the way he did when you were alone.Â
To arrive at these events together, arms linked, and to stumble out tiredly together too. To sit by him, his hand on your thigh, to rest your head on his shoulder, to kiss him on the dance floor. The thought was enough to push you through.Â
He twisted his head, to kiss your hand like he often did when you did this. Carefully, you slipped your hand away just in time, knuckles brushing across the nape of his neck as you stepped away, and back to your seat.Â
His sights moved to you, but like a saving grace, the servers began to appear with more dishes, and dinner soon distracted you all. A delicious serving of salmon and potatoes, and the hall fell quiet enough for you to hear the beautiful music playing when chatter fell low.Â
Low conversation, drinks refilled, and that perfect mood set across the room, as people took to the tables and quieted down. Your favourite part of the night, usually. Good food, your friends, and a chance to catch up without the usual weight of it all sitting on you. Regulus was talking, telling the rare story that had him caught up in a long conversation where he usually just observed quietly, but your attention was fixed on your lover.Â
Until, Theo spoke up.Â
âOh, merda,â He muttered across Reggieâsâ story, his gaze cutting to you alarmingly quickly. âI forgot to tell you.â
âTell me what?â Your heart skipped a beat, a flash of panic.
âMy cousin flew in last minute for the party, and he wants to speak to you.â Theoâs words soothed your panic, and you offered him a flat look for the dramatic way heâd put it. Taking a sip from your glass, you raised a brow.
âWhen?â
âNow.â He confirmed, sights lifting to sit just behind you, and before you could even turn, a chair was being pulled up beside your own from another table. Turning your head to the owner, a smile burst across your face at the man sitting before you.Â
âDario!â Your arms were around his neck before you could stop yourself, and he was chuckling as he bundled you into an equally enthusiastic hug. He chuckled lightly, pulling back only far enough to press a friendly kiss to your cheek, and you cupped his face as you parted from him. âYouâre growing a beard!â
âMy mother hates it.â He chuckled, rubbing a hand over it. As you twisted a little more towards him, he reached down, practically manhandling you as he reached for the edge of your seat by your legs, tugging it sideways to face him. You squealed as the chair jolted, screeching on the floor, tugging you closer as he leaned in. âSei incantevole.â
âAre you charming me in Italian?â You smirk, a boyish smile on his face as he lounged back in his seat. âWhat are you doing here, anyway? Theo said none of you were flying in this year! I thought you couldn't make it.â
âI couldn't,â He sighed, shrugging, âBut, then I heard that you would be here, without a date, and I knew I just had to make it. So, here I am, la mia bella donna. You think a short flight from Italy would stop me rushing over here to you?â
Your giggle was against your control. Even if he was more like family than a romantic interest, the way his accent twisted around coyly spoken words, was enough to bring a blush to even the most unreceptive womanâs face. âCut it out, you flirt.â
âYouâll save me a dance later, right?â
âWeâll see.â He rose his brow, and you lifted your glass, taking a sip of bubbly to hide your smile, leaving him hanging. âDepends on how much more of your cheesy flirting I can endure.â
âYou mean my wonderful Italian charm?â He teased, pinching one of your cheeks, and deepening the flush he had already created. âDonât think I donât see the way I make you blush.
You could only scoff, mouth dry as you tried to think of a retort, and you didnât miss Theo muttering in Italian behind you, curse words youâd picked up on tumbling from his mouth.Â
âPerhaps this can convince you,â Dario reaches for his inner pocket, producing a small, slim box. An excited squeak breaks from you as he hands it over, your fingers brushing the elegant leather, an Italian name embossed across the front. âOpen it later, alright?â
You could only nod, admiring it happily, before slipping the box safely inside of your clutch. He took your hand, kissing your knuckles as he stood. A final wink as he offered you hid charming goodbyes, and a farewell to the rest of the table, before returning his borrowed chair to where he had taken it from.Â
You watched as your friend left, disappearing into the crowd, no doubt to mingle and socialise as he had always been so good at, before you swung back around in your chair.Â
âHe taught you everything you know, huh, Nott?â
Theo only shrugged, a cheeky grin on his face. âWhat can I say, tesoro? We Nott men just have charm. Weâll woo your panties right off.â He winked, the cockiness not lasting long as Draco swung at him, a fist landing roughly on his arm as the Malfoy heir scowled, glaring at his best friend.Â
âCut it out.â He growled the words through gritted teeth, and your hand shot up, rubbing at your lip to hide your grin as Draco made no effort to hide his own emotions. Theo only laughed, rubbing at the patch on his arm heâd taken the hit.
Dessert was served, a beautiful display of ice cream and winter berries that almost looked too good to eat. The key word being almost. You hadn't been able to resist, however, and the first small groan youâd let out as the sugar hit your tongue had Dracoâs gaze snapping straight to you. I did not leave, once, after.Â
Instead, he watched, through a dark gaze, every curl of your lips around the spoon, every swipe of your tongue to catch the juice of burst berries. If youâd put on a little extra show, just for him, nobody else had to know.Â
It was like he was staring right into your soul, so intense, even after the meal was long since finished. Finally, you indulged him once again, turning to look at him and raising a brow. âYes, Draco?â
âYou look beautiful tonight, I am simply admiring.â He let his gaze move across you slowly, making his admiration apparent, and his gaze lingered a fraction of a second longer on your neck. He stared at you with open adoration, the kind of look that told you exactly how he felt, even if he was fighting it, but he was close to breaking. He was close to losing this game he didnât know he was playing. Then, his gaze flickered over your shoulder, sweet observation morphing. His brows drew together, his open hand slamming down on the table hard enough to make the glass rattle. âOh, fucking hellâŠâ
Mattheo erupted with sudden laughter, loud and brash, and there was a tap on your shoulder before you could even ask him what had him in such hysterics. A young man you did not know, perhaps a few years younger than you, and glanced around the table to see which of your friends had put this one together. Each seemed to have caught on in their own time, and had a hand in adding to the fun, to watch Draco suffer more, but none of them were laying any claim to this one.Â
âIâve been watching you all evening, and you are beautiful.â He smiled, stuttering over his words slightly, and Draco made no shy show of his disdain, rolling his eyes and making a disapproving sound. âI was wondering if you might grant me the pleasure of a dance?â
âShe would dance with you,â Enzo interrupted, before you could speak at all, leaning forward toward the edge of your chair from his own, and you could have kissed him in gratitude for saving you. âBut, she promised me her first dance. Isnât that right, love? And I think now is the perfect time. Letâs go.â
Offering you his hand, you took it, letting him sweep you away without a secondâs delay, navigating you both to the dance floor and twirling you expertly into his arms. One hand clasped your own, the other sitting at a respectable place on your waist, your own on his shoulder, and he fell into the well-rehearsed steps of a classical ballroom dance heâd been doing since he could walk.Â
You let out a shaky sigh, relief flooding your veins as you looked back to your seat, noticing that the boy had taken Enzoâs rejection well and disappeared, not hanging around and waiting for your return.Â
âYouâre killing him slowly, like a predator playing with its prey,â Enzo smirked, neither of you needing to clarify who you were talking about, as he brought up his cousin.Â
âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
âReally?â He chuckled, spinning you out before pulling you back in, sharp actions that made you dizzy with their accuracy, and you grinned as he brought you tumbling right back into his arms, perfectly. If heâd been trying to win you over, his dancing alone wouldâve had you swooning. âYou just show up to a fancy event like this, dripping in diamonds and pearls and looking like a million bucks, supposedly single. You mean to tell me you didnât know that all these rich London boys wouldn't descend on you like vultures?â
âNot my fault Iâm single and hot, Enz.â
He just laughed, dipping you a little. âWe do struggle, donât we.â You wove between people, a happy silence falling between you both once again as he guided you over the floor, back and forth, âAre you, though? Single, I mean.â
âThat is up to your cousin.â
âTouchĂ©.â
You continued to move, until your feet were sore from all the twirling, clinging to Enzo in fits of giggles as he spun and twirled and dipped you more, hands on your waist as he lifted you through the air, making a show of his dancing.Â
He may have seemed altruistic in his gestures, sweeping in to save you and Draco from your dance with the boy, but he was using you too. Enzo was taking every opportunity to show off his moves to every lady around the room watching, a flirty smile on his face between conversations and he glanced around, and you wouldn't be surprised if he received more offers than Theo or Dario by the end of the night.Â
As the third song came to an end, and the music fell for just a second, you panted slightly, arm around his neck now, looking up at him with flushed cheeks and a bright smile. âCan we take a break?â
âTired, already? You only gave me three so far.â He smirked at the way your jaw dropped, your face going hot and you knew your cheeks were red. You untangled yourself from his body, barely making it a step away from his laughter before he wrapped an arm around your waist, tugging you into his side. âOh, câmon. I thought the aim was to flirt and make him mad?â
âHeâs not even here to listen!â
âIâm practising,â Enzo murmured, steering you towards the bar, and leaning on the wood as he flagged down the bartender. You were quickly served, by a woman who fawned over Enzo as she passed by, and you had to snap your fingers in front of his face to snap his gaze away from her retreating form. âSo, how long are you going to make himââ
A tap on Enzoâs shoulder cut him off, and he turned to look, straightening up instantly from his slumped position. As soon as he moved so you could see, your relaxation melted away too, as you found yourself face to face with Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy.Â
âLorenzo, Iâve hardly had a chance to talk to you all evening. I want to ask you about your schoolwork.â The impressively formal and deep voice of Lucius Malfoy settled over your skin like fresh snow, cold but smooth, and you shuddered.Â
Narcissa only chuckled lightly at her husbandâs words, her eyes on you. âYouâve been busy, though. Who is your lovely lady?â
âUncle Lucius, Aunt Cissa. This is my friend, (Y/n).â
It wasnât exactly the circumstances youâd wanted to meet them under, but you smiled nonetheless, nerves running wild as you offered your hand to them both, shaking politely just as your parents had taught you.Â
âAh, (Y/n). Yes. I make a point of knowing all of Dracoâs school friends, but Iâm in business with your father, arenât I?â Something like a small kernel of sweetness was buried in that statement, his interest in his sonâs life, even if he tried to hide it behind formalities, but it wasnât your place to comment.Â
âYes, sir. That is correct.â
âTheyâre very proud of your schoolwork. They were telling me about your latest project. You synthesised a new potion to grow murkweed faster, is that true?â
You were surprised he knew so much, your small project submitted for Herbology was the last thing youâd expected Lucius Malfoy to know of, or take an interest in, and your mouth felt like sandpaper as you tried to form words. âYes. Yes, sir. Thatâs right.â
âInteresting.â That calculating gaze scanned over you, analysing you from head to toe, like he could see right through you with a single glance. âThat is impressive, for someone of your age. Iâd be open to learning more. Are you considering making a future out of your alchemy talents? I have connections that I could contact for you.âÂ
You were speechless, your stomach going wild with butterflies born of both excitement and anxiety. He smirked, a look that would set you on edge if you werenât sure deep down that this was in your interests, not against them.Â
âPerhaps we can discuss it more soon, when we next see you. With Enzo?â
Enzoâs arm around your waist shifted, a reassuring weight that you were sure had been your only grounding presence for this surreal conversation. He patted your hip encouragingly. âOh, no, we arenâtâŠâÂ
Motioning between you both, Luciusâ brows furrowed, and Narcissa tried to hide her sigh.
âSorry to disappoint you, Aunt Cissa. (Y/n) isnât mine, though it is wonderful that you approve.â Before either could question him, or expand on their confusion, Enzo gave your waist a final rub, before removing his touch from you entirely, and stepping towards his family. âShall we go and discuss schoolwork then, Uncle? You have questions, and I have answers. I hope the ones you want.â
âIt was a pleasure to meet you, Miss (Y/l/n).â Lucius politely offered you his hand again, shaking it firmly, and that was about as friendly a dismissal as youâd ever get from him, youâd heard. This was only supported by the surprised look on Narcissaâs face, and the beam Enz gave you as he guided his uncle away.Â
âI hope to see you again soon, (Y/n). You look wonderful this evening, thank you for coming.â Narcissa murmured, before following her husband and nephew, glancing back at you only once over her shoulder. She knew. The woman was far more cunning than she let on, the true embodiment of a sneaky Slytherin, observing quietly and taking everything in. Her eyes glinted. She knew you knew she knew, too.
Your heart was pounding, cheeks warm as you lifted your fingers to them cautiously. The disappointed waitress placed down two drinks before you, Enzo long gone without his, but you smiled at her with appreciation, fingers shaking a little as you lifted the glass to your lips to take a sip.Â
Youâd spoken to Dracoâs parents.Â
Theyâd liked you. Lucius had offered to put you onto the career path, and Narcissa had complimented your dress. A soft laugh of disbelief slipped free, your eyes sliding closed for just a second as you revelled in the moment.Â
It hasnât been what youâd set out for tonight, but it was far more than what youâd hoped for. Opening your eyes again, to head back to the table and find Draco, you were met by the sight of a stranger leaning before you on the bar, grinning down at you in amusement. âHello.â
âHi.â You gave a terse smile, and a single nod. âIf youâll excuse meââ
âI didnât even get to ask you to dance yet. Saw you out on the floor with the Berkshire boy, earlier, and I thoughtââ
âIâm dancing with her next, mate. Piss off.âÂ
Draco rarely sounded that mad, a chill went down your spine as you felt an arm slide around your waist, tugging you back into his chest. âDrayâŠâ
The stranger only scoffed, glaring at Draco as he wandered away, and your hand reached for his forearm on your body. He snatched it away too soon, however, tugging on your hip to turn you around. His jaw was clenched tight, eyes more frozen than the coldest glacier. âDance with me.â
Not a request, and he didnât wait for an answer, before plucking your drink from your hand and slamming it down onto the bar, guiding you back to the swaying bodies. Standing before you, you offered him your hand, your hand sitting lightly on his shoulder. He didnât take the respectable route, instead, his arm wrapped tight around your waist, sweeping you close to his body, and beginning to move you both in simple steps.Â
It was several minutes before he relaxed, your arm sliding further around his neck in a more intimate hold, bringing the two of you much closer, swaying slowly. The tension in his body gave way with every step, and with a resigned sigh, he finally spoke, âYou met my parents.â
âI did. They were lovely. Very curious about Enzo and Iâs relationship.â
His hand clenched on your waist, and you tipped your head at him as his piercing gaze drilled into you. One more moveâŠ
âOh, donât be so mad, Dray. Weâre only shagging, after all. Youâll find a new girl if I get swept away by someone else.â
His eyes narrowed, jaw clenching, and a fire burned in those silver eyes now, melting the ice away with rage. Checkmate.
âYou win, alright? Iâm not playing this stupid game any longer.â He took a deep breath, and another, fingers twitching on your back as jealousy bubbled under the surface. âFor fucks sake, how many pieces of jewellery from other guys are you wearing? Who bought you those earrings, that necklace? I should be the only one buying you gifts. I should be the one spoiling you. You want the Malfoy family ring? Iâll go yank it off my motherâs engagement ring from her finger right now, just take all this off.â
He studied you for a second, confusion growing at the smirk that grew on your lips. Victory was yours, and you leaned in, pressing a delicate kiss to his cheek. Letting the hand from his neck smooth down his chest, his gaze stayed locked on the jewels around your neck, glaring angrily. âNo.â
âNo?â
âNo. Itâs pretty. Iâm going to keep wearing it all, let it remind you what you have. Next time you piss me off, forget a date, or use the last of my shampoo, Iâm going to put it all back on so you can remember how many guys would jump at the chance.â His nostrils flared, but he stayed silent, wisely knowing when to keep his mouth shut. âI donât want your family ring, Malfoy. Not yet. I just want a proper title, and the respect that comes with it. Iâm not your booty call, or your side piece. You donât want to play games anymore? Then donât.â
âYou already won.â He whispers, his head dropping down to let his forehead rest on your own. âYou know how much you mean to me.â
âYes, I do. But I want the whole world to know it, too, Dray.â
He didnât respond verbally. Instead, he twisted his head, enough to press his mouth to your own, silencing any more arguments between you both as he kissed you. His lips claimed yours, a tender and loving kiss, showing everyone just how much you meant to him. There was no mistaking the emotions within it, not as his arms wrapped around your body, holding you to him as the pretence of dancing was given up, your hand on the back of his head, fingers in his hair, meeting every push and pull.
When he pulled away, your smile took over, bashful now under his openly adoring gaze, and he stole several more pecks from your lips. A happy sound escaped you as he tugged you in, tucking his face into your neck, and swaying you both to the music.Â
âHave I told you how beautiful you look tonight?â
âYou have, but Iâd be open to hearing it again.â Your hand smoothed over his hair, and he chuckled against your skin, leaving a kiss on the crook of your neck before raising to meet your eye.Â
âYou are breathtaking, darling. Iâm in awe. This colour is my favourite, you know.â
âWhy do you think I wore it?â
His fingers trailed down your spine, eyes sparkling even more at that revelation. âHow about we get out of here? Weâll make our goodbyes to my parents, and head out.â
âOur goodbyes?â You repeated as he took your hand, lacing your fingers together.Â
âYes. From their son and his girlfriend. I think you deserve a proper introduction, after all.â
Tugging you across the floor, he gave you no time to prepare, and certainly, none to disagree, as you smoothed your hair and attempted to control the blush heâd brought to your cheeks. Through the crowds he wove, until he was pulling to a stop just shy of his parents, and Enzo looked as though he could have cried with relief when Luciusâ intense focus was taken away from him. The boy quickly slipped away as both of Dracoâs parents turned to face you.Â
âMiss (Y/l/n), when we said we hoped to see you again soon, I didnât realise youâd take it quite this literally.â He murmured, voice as low and calm as always, and your lips parted, a different kind of heat flooding your features.Â
âOh, behave now, Lucius,â Narcissa grinned, her gaze dropping to your clasped hands, before she reached up to her sonâs face, pinching his cheek with a smile. âDraco, darling, Iâve hardly seen you all evening.â
âWell, Iâm sorry to disappoint you Mother, but weâll be leaving early.â She only gave him a knowing look, ignoring Luciusâ displeased huff, as if she wasnât surprised at all.Â
ââWeâ?â
âMy girlfriend and I.â He said, proud and strong, before tugging you forward a little more to stand in front of him. His hand left your own, circling your waist instead, and she offered him a smile at the news.Â
âI see.â She smiled, patting her sonâs cheek affectionately, before turning that knowing gaze on you. âNow Lorenzoâs evasiveness whenever I asked him about you makes sense.â
âYou asked about me?â Your words were a rushed squeak, which only seemed to amuse Narcissa more.Â
âOf course, dear. I wanted to know more about you. Iâd ask you to sit and chat with me for a spell, but I believe my son might combust if I did.â
âMother!â He gasped, and Lucius only tutted.Â
âDraco.â His father growled softly, shaking his head, and the red on his sonâs cheeks only grew.
âYou both may go, for now. But I hope youâll visit me soon, and we might talk?â
âYou mean⊠just us?â Your words tapered off to a near whisper, and Lucius smirked to himself as Draco rolled his eyes.Â
âYes, dear. Weâll have tea.â
You could only nod, bidding your final farewells to them both in a state of awe, before Draco was hurrying you along. Tight hands gripping your waist, lips on your neck as he loved you through the crowds, swiping up your bag and giving you barely a moment to say goodbye to your friends before sweeping you away again. It was only due to the snow falling outside, you were sure, that he allowed you to stop long enough to get your coats.Â
Helping you, he lifted the garment onto you from behind, kissing your cheek as he reached around your body to fasten it. His elegant coat was already on, and leather gloves were on his hands as he offered you one. Lacing your fingers through his own, he smiled, tugging you out into the freezing night, and ushering you around the side of the Manor, away from the stream of cars lined up for guests as they left.Â
âWhere are we going, Dray?âÂ
âTo one of the gardens near the path.â He never turned back, leading you carefully around patches of ice and slippery snow as you moved, the light from the house fading. It was almost pitch black, before he mumbled a small spell, and the garden lights glowed to light, glittering on the fresh blanket of ice.Â
Sitting on the grass was an old-fashioned sleigh, enchanted to keep dry, even in the snow, and two reindeer sat happily in the snow snuffling at the grass and scattered food.Â
The landscape stretched out far before you both, trees and grass and walls all covered in snow like something from a Christmas card, and the sigh that left your lips clouded in the air before your face.Â
âOh, DracoâŠâ Taking a few steps closer, snow-tipped over the tops of your heels as you stepped off the pathway onto the grass, chilling your feet for only a second, before Draco was following. Scooping you up into his arms, you kicked the ice from your feet with a giggle, your arms looping around his neck. âWhatâs all this?â
âThis is your Christmas present. I didnât realise that was the kind of ice you wanted instead.â He muttered, eyes flicking down to your neck, as he carried you carefully through the snow and towards the ornate sleigh. As you leaned in to kiss his cheek, he smiled shyly, avoiding your gaze as he became embarrassed, âI wanted to do something romantic for you. We can take the sleigh back to the town, get a cab, and take the jet anywhere you want to go. Pansy already packed a bag for you.â
He placed you down on the edge of the sleigh, letting you shuffle across onto the warmed leather. With another kiss to your lips, he scoffed at your smile.Â
âMerry Christmas, my wicked little girlfriend.â
âI canât believe you arranged all this.â You were practically bouncing in your seat, watching as Draco nervously tugged on the reins, prompting the lazy animals to stand back up, before settling into the sleigh himself. Like they knew just what to do, they took off in a slow trot, tugging the pair of you along through the snow.Â
âMaybe if youâd have waited, instead of making me fight for my life tonight, youâd have been surprised.â
His arm was splayed along the back of the seat, and you snuggled in a little closer to him. Curling his arm around you, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, shaking his head and burying his nose in your hair. âIf I didnât make you fight for me, Dray, youâd probably have introduced me to your mother as your study partner. I gave you a little push, thatâs all.â
âIs that so?â He muttered, guiding your face up so he could peck your lips. âWho do you think helped me arrange all of this for my âlovely lady friendâ, hm? Iâve been writing to my mother about having an interest in someone for months now. You underestimate me.â
âYou never gave me any other indication!âÂ
âOh, please. You walk me like a damn dog, you knew how I felt.â His mouth closed over your own, stealing a kiss, and you couldn't help but smile into it. âI think tonight just proves it.â
The sleigh trotted on as Draco kissed you in the back, beyond thought and reason, your hands tucked into his coat for warmth as he kept you cuddled in close to his side.Â
Minutes melted away, the two of you lost in your own world as you jostled and trotted through the fields, back toward the town. Whatever he had planned, it had been in motion for days, and the thought only made you fall a little more in love with him. Perhaps you had underestimated him, but none of it mattered now, not when he was kissing you like you were his only way to breathe, and you had him in your arms, properly, at last.
âSo, Pansy knew about your little plan?â
âYes. I told her days ago.âÂ
âHmâŠâ You loved her, and it was perhaps her knowledge of Dracoâs actions that made this all the funnier. âSo, she knew about your plan, and mine. And still, she made sure to introduce guys to me all night. She played us both just for her own amusement.â
As you thought of her, your fingers lifted to your neck, sitting on the delicate jewellery there, and Draco huffed. Looping his finger underneath it, he tugged lightly. âCan you take this off now, please?â
âWhy would I do that?â His pout deepened, glaring at the offending item, and you gave in with an airy laugh. âPansy, Daph and Tori picked it out personally.â
âWhat?â His head snapped up, pout gone as his jaw dropped, and he was not laughing like you were. âYou let me believe another guy decked you out in diamonds all night! What about the matching earrings?â
âBlaise.â
âThe bracelet?â
âTheo and the Notts.âÂ
At that mention, his eyes narrowed again, searching for your clutch and finding it resting in your lap. âBut Theoâs cousin Mario gave you a separate gift.â
âDario.â You corrected, and he mimicked it childishly, scoffing afterwards. âWell, that part was real. He truly was flirting, and I have no idea what it is, I havenât opened it yet.â
âGive it to me.â He reached for your bag, a second too slow as you swiped it away from him with a gasp. He didnât give up, still trying to snatch it as he leaned over you, pressing you back into the seat through fits of laughter, the two of you fighting over the bag until it was pressed to your chest, your eyes wide as you stared up at him, shaking your head. âGive it to me! Iâm chucking it, hand it over!â
âNo, itâs mine!â He slumped back into his seat, panting for breath and smoothing his hair back down. He was pointedly staring away in the opposite direction, and when you leaned in closer with a chuckle, he leaned away. Grabbing his shoulder, you planted yourself firmly in his lap, kissing the underside of his jaw. âIâm keeping it, but your present is better, I just know it. Whatever it is, could never beat this.â
âPromise?â
âI promise, Dray.âÂ
He gave in, wrapping his arms around your waist, tugging you in closer to his body and pressing a happy kiss to your cheek. âFine, but Iâm buying you a new necklace when we get off the damn plane. I donât care who bought that one.â
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