#down and out draco malfoy

[tantanart]

draco malfoy

[drarry-reccage]

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 month’s 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 “Verae amicitiae,” 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. “Draco?” 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. “Mags,” Draco smiled.

(Rec by @cailynwrites)

[xx-thedarklord-xx]

New Fic, Part One

Soundlessly

Someone robs Harry repeatedly, and he can’t let it go unanswered—has to solve the mystery. When he finds out the truth behind it all, it turns out that it might just be the best thing that has ever happened to him.

Tags: Goldsmith, Metal Working, Harry Creates Quidditch Equipment, Robbery, Thieves, Harry is Robbed, ADHD, Harry has ADHD, Neville Longbottom is a Good Friend, Draco runs an Orphanage, Down and Out Draco Malfoy, House Elves, BAMF House Elves

Ao3

[drarryficrecsbasement]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Seamus Finnigan, Mr Borgin (Harry Potter), Original Characters, Hermione Granger Additional Tags: poor!Draco, auror!Harry, Secretary!Draco, Housekeeper!Draco, Draco has quirks Summary:

Harry give us his version of how Draco re-entered his life.

[drarry88]

Today's bind 🥰 I was worried I'd made the cover too small- thankfully I was wrong 😅

[shrimpalbuspotter]

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.

[basiatlu]

Supernova ✨

Based off the fic Red Wine Supernova by @mono-chromia which in turn is inspired by the song (same title) “Red Wine Supernova” by Chappel Roan - a banger you need to listen to at least once.

[handledwithgloves]

a while ago i had a vision of harry being gifted a 'care-bot', something that hermione was working on in the DOM with theodore nott (he's good in this fic) and so, here's harry assembling draco ig

[seleneprince]

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)

[dracosbabygirl8]

i’m so obsessed with this guy, it’s unhealthy. and i really couldn’t care less if he’s “so 2020” or “overrated”. he’s my babygirl.

[ad-astra-per-aspera-1389]

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.

[short666bread]

Clone Scorpius

[tomatobasill]

Trans Draco. But like. Long hair, flowly clothes. Completley comfortable in his femininity as a trans man.

[drarryficrecsbasement]

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.

[salmonight]

Touch my chicks and you are ROAST (literally 🔥)

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.

[slytherinslut0]

jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons

author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.

-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.

Draco Malfoy.

Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.

“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”

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, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.

“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.

His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.

He’d 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.

“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”

He’d 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.

“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”

He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.

“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”

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 doesn’t know.

He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d 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 doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.

This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.

He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.

You’d 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 he’d 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.

“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d 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.

Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d 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 he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.

You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.

He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.

“Who was that guy, darling?”

You’d 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.

“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”

He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”

You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”

Mattheo Riddle.

“Who the fuck-“

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 wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.

You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s 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.

You’d 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,

“Is this fucker bothering you?”

Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.

“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“

He’d heard more than enough.

“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”

Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:

“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”

Not interested in the response, he’d 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 it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.

And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.

When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”

You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.

Theodore Nott.

He’d 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? There’s no fucking way that he’s-

Doesn’t 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 you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.

His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.

He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.

“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”

As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.

Tom Riddle.

“AVADA KEDA-“

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.