#draco fics

[k2padfoot]

Finding Her

Draco x Y/n

summary: The Malfoy’s forbid you of pursing their son after years of a relationship with him. When the war broke out they wanted him as far away as possible from you and your unborn child. Months later Draco learns the truth.

warnings: tad bit of angst, crappy parents, hurt/comfort, fluff.

Rain was pouring down all around you as you raced towards your flat after a long day of work.

Your flat is on the second floor of the building so you made a run for it up the stairs and straight for your front door.

After rummaging through your work bag for your keys you finally unlocked the door and were startled to see Ginny Potter standing in your dimly lit living room.

It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary to see Ginny at your home, the Potter’s have been by your side through so much lately you truly have no idea where you’d be without them. Ginny had always been one of your best friends so when she found out you were about to be a single mother without a job she of course offered her help.

Harry and herself had set you up with an apartment 15 minutes from their home, Harry even got you a job at the Ministry to help with your bills. Ginny being an experienced mother already helped you in many ways to prepare for your child.

“Ginny? My God you almost gave me a heart attack.” you laughed as you sat your bags down and flipped on the kitchen lights.

“So what’s up?” you asked her as you rummaged through the fridge trying to find something to eat.

Ginny had already sat herself down at the breakfast bar across from where you stood, “I know we just saw each other this morning but I had to come quick because this couldn’t wait.”

Your head quickly spun around to face her, “What can’t wait?”

Ginny sighed roughly before continuing, “It’s Draco. He’s at our house—

“I’m sorry but did you just say Draco Malfoy is at your house?” you interrupted her.

“Well if you’d let me finish you would’ve heard the rest.” She said and you nodded at her to continue. “He came looking for you Y/n. He kept rambling about how he’s been back looking for you and that it’s driving him crazy not knowing where you’ve been.”

Your face went flush, “He’s been back?”

“I guess so, and he’s been spending all of his time looking for you. I won’t lie to you Y/n, he’s drunk right now and the only thing he keeps saying is how he needs you. I wouldn’t have came if it wasn’t necessary, he just doesn’t want anyone else but you and we can’t seem to help him no matter how hard we try.” Ginny did her best to explain.

You felt like you were going to break out in a cold sweat any second now, “I-I don’t where I’d start Ginny. He has zero clue about all of this.” you gestured to your pregnant belly, “And I haven’t seen him in over 5 months, what would I even say to him?”

“You don’t need to worry about that okay? Your showing just enough that we can still hide it with an oversized jumper and some sweatpants. All you need to focus on right now is speaking with Draco, I know you don’t want to but I think he needs you Y/n.” Ginny explained.

You exhaled sharply as you thought about the many possibilities of how this could go, “Alright, I’ll change and we’ll go.”

When you arrived at the Potter’s home your feet stayed planted to the ground before you. “Y/n are you coming?” Ginny asked as she opened her front door.

Feeling the bile crawl up your throat you hesitated for a moment, “Y-yeah, yeah of course.” You bit your lip to hold back the bile in your mouth as you stepped into their home.

“Here let me take your coat and I’ll start us some tea.” Ginny told you as she shook your coat off of you and hurried away to the kitchen.

“Y/n? Oh I was really hoping you’d come.” Harry said to you as he exited the living room.

“Y-yeah. So where um, where is Draco?”

“He’s upstairs at the moment. I took him to our guest room hoping he’d sleep it off but that was only an hour ago, I bet he’s still awake up there.” Harry let you know.

You nodded at him before looking up at the dim lit stairwell and hesitantly making your ascend up the steps.

You stopped in front of the guest bedroom, you closed your eyes for a moment trying to prepare yourself to go in. You took a deep breath and turned the door knob which to your dismay revealed an intoxicated Draco Malfoy tossed in the sheets.

“Draco?” you whispered, “Draco are you awake?”

A barley conscious Draco jolted up from the bed, “Huh? Y-yeah I’m up what’s wro— Oh my god Y/n is that you?” He was shocked to see you standing before him nonetheless.

“Hi Draco.” you replied.

“W-what are you doing here?”

You moved closer to the end of the bed he was still sat in, “I came to see you. Ginny was over at my place earlier and she said I was needed here.”

You could see he looked ashamed, “Oh God, I’m so sorry Y/n she shouldn’t have bothered you with this.” Draco tried apologizing as he ran his hands through his messy blonde locks.

You sighed softly, “She didn’t bother me at all. She said you needed me, so here I am.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, “And you actually came?”

“Well yeah, I’m standing right here aren’t I?” you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“I guess you’re right.” he agreed.

Your eyes narrowed in on the man before you, it had been far too long since you’ve seen that beautiful face. “So what’s going on Draco? Why’d you come looking for me now?”

“My mother told me everything.” He explained as your stomach turned.

“Sh-she did?”

“Yeah, she told me how she basically threatened your life. How her and my father made sure you were out of the picture, made sure I wasn’t able to love you.. or to love our unborn child.” Draco told you at the same time he wiped few tears away with his sleeve.

Your eyes went wide at his words, “So you know everything?”

“I do. She told me the entirety of it about two weeks ago and I’ve been looking for you ever since.”

Your heart dropped, “Draco I’m so—

“Don’t. Just- just hold on.” He was saying as he got out of bed, “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.” He apologized while attempting to fix his messy hair and unbuttoned shirt.

He stood before you staring at you in astonishment, “It’s amazing to see you Y/n.”

You smiled faintly at him feeling your cheeks heat up, “You too Draco.”

He exhaled slowly, “God Y/n, I thought you wanted nothing to do with me. I thought you had moved away and started a whole new life.” Draco told you as his eyes began to water once more.

You gasped at the idea of Draco thinking you didn’t want him. “Draco, I’m so sorry. I-I thought I had no choice but to stay away from you, if I would’ve just realized your parents were lying then may—

“Stop, don’t do that.” He interrupted taking a few steps closer, you could see his fist clenched at his side in an effort to stop himself from reaching out for you. “Please don’t try to blame yourself. I should’ve looked harder for you, I just can’t believe you were still here the entire time.”

You let out a deep breath, “I know, but you couldn’t have known the truth.”

Draco nodded as he looked at you once again, but this time really looked at you. “Y/n, y-your belly it’s so, so—

“Pregnant?” you joked.

“Well yes but you are absolutely glowing. I just can’t believe that’s my baby in there.” Draco nervously said.

“Yes, yes he is.”

Draco’s mouth went wide, “Did you just say he?”

You could feel your heart flutter at his excitement. “I did.” you assured him.

“Oh. My. God. Wow, I-I have a son?” Tears brimmed at his eyes as he grinned ear to ear.

You nodded back at Draco, “I was thinking of naming him Scorpius.”

“Y-you remembered?” He could barley say between soft sniffles.

You smiled to yourself, “Of course I did. I just know he’s going to have your gorgeous blue eyes.”

Draco slowly approached you with caution until he saw that look in your eyes, the one that told him he never even had to ask your permission in the first place.

Gently he placed his hands on your belly softly caressing the womb that protected his son. “So perfect.” He whispered. “I can’t wait to meet you.” Draco told the little boy you were carrying.

Without warning his tender hands moved from your stomach to around your waist. Draco pulled you in close kissing you like it was yesterday. It was an intense kiss that made your entire body warm, his lips moved against yours like lightning and you were lost in him once again.

You both finally pulled away from each other to catch a breath when Draco gently cradled your face in his hands, “I love you, and before you say anything you don’t have to say it back. I just need you to know that okay? I need you to know that I love you and I’ve never stopped. I will never ever stop loving you and our son.”

You placed your hands on top of his own, “Well I do have something to say.” You told him as Draco could feel his palms turning clammy and his pulse race against time.

“I love you too.” you said with a beaming grin that Draco immediately reciprocated.

Without warning Draco had swooped you up into his arms and carried you to the bed, gently placing you on it.

You laid back against the sheets as Draco stared at you from above. “My beautiful, beautiful girl.” Draco kept repeating as he softly caressed your face. “My perfect girl carrying our perfect baby.” Draco cooed, his hands gently rubbing your belly now.

Watching Draco in awe of you and the baby you created together brought tears to your eyes that you just couldn’t help but let fall.

You smiled through soft sniffles and tears as you observed him only for Draco to notice you as well. “Y/n/n? Baby what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?”

“N-no, no of course not” you tried to tell him between soft cries. “I’m happy Draco, I promise these are just the happy tears.” you smiled through them.

Draco let out a soft giggle, “Good, because I am going to do everything in my power to keep you and our boy happy, to keep our beautiful family safe. I adore you Y/n and I am just so beyond grateful I finally found you.”

“Me too Dray, me too.” You smiled at him.

[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

Possessive

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader!Girlfriend

House: Unspecified

Warning: Slight invasion of privacy, possessiveness, brief hint to sex, territorial and controlling Draco. Some violence. Alcohol and inebriation mentioned.

Word Count: 3437

Summary: Draco doesn't like when other's come near what's his.

Reader's Point Of View:

The coo of a mourning dove wakes me up. I open my eyes slowly, taking in my surroundings. My face meets a bare muscular back bathed in the early morning light. I glance down and see my body perfectly curled around my boyfriend's, legs curving in matching bends, my knee cap pushing the back of his knee. My arms are gently draped around his waist and I tuck my head into his back, cheek pushing against his pale skin. I inhale his smell, basically pressing my nose in between his shoulder blades. He always smells so good, even when he's not wearing his Bleu de Chanel cologne. I hear a buzz from the table beside the bed. I release his body, rolling over and picking up my phone.

I look at the notification, it's a snap from Blaise Zabini. I open it and find he sent me a picture of his breakfast. A piece of sausage with two mini pancakes on the bottom, either side of the sausage. I giggle at his immaturity. I remain facing the wall, back toward Draco. After saving his photo to the chat feed, I hold up my phone and do a duck face with the response, "You are what you eat." Giggling at my own joke. He saves my response in his chat feed and replies immediately a selfie with a sarcastic smile, middle finger up. I open my front facing camera to send him one back. I push out my arms to get the best shot, when I spot a platinum head looking over my shoulder on the screen. I jump.

"Who are you talking to?" I stiffen at the sudden sound of my boyfriend. I lock my phone and set it screen down. I roll over with a sweet "Good morning babe!" Reaching out to hug him. His face is carefully blank except for his eyes, something is brewing. He ignores my comment and doesn't return my hug. I slide my fingertips gently up his back then my pointer finger down his spine, pressing a smooch on his chest, right in between his pecks. He shivers slightly at my touch, and a small smile crosses his lips. His hand comes up to rest on my waist.

"Do you wanna have a quick round?" I smile mischievously and start tickling my fingertips up the side of his neck. With a smirk he says, "If you keep this up, I might have to start ignoring you just to conserve my energy..."

"Oh yeah, Dragon? Have you met me? I would never let you ignore me. I know what places you like touched. Every single place. Even the tiny ones." He laughs softly, "Merlin, you're dangerous." he murmurs and I begin to slide my fingers along his shoulders now. "Stop that..." He protests half-heartedly. I tease and say "I'm going to tickle you..." Making my voice playful and higher pitched.

"I am not ticklish." He lies. "Oh?" I start, now sliding my fingers towards his ribcage.

"I'm not." He says stubbornly. I press my fingers to his ribs now, wiggling them. He yelps and his body convulses with laughter as I add a little more pressure to his ribs. "Ah!" He exclaims out, trying to squirm away from me. "You cheat." He laughs, his eyes watering.

"Told you I know you." He playfully pushes me over on the mattress. I roll on my back as he heads to the bathroom. I pinch one of his butt cheeks as he walks off. He pretends to be annoyed but his body language says he got flustered. I watch him enter the ensuite bathroom and disappear behind the door.

I grab my phone to send a response to Blaise. Still on my back, I stretch my right arm all the way up, camera facing my form. I put my left finger tips against my jaw line, pointing them downward and tilting my head against them with an unbothered smile- showing him that his middle finger didn't affect me like he wanted it to, and sent it. I heard the slam of something in the bathroom. I look up, surprised, and take notice of the door, it's open again and I'm met with Draco's back, stiff as a board. I walk up to him and wrap my arms around his waist, resting my cheek against his shoulder blades.

He remains stiff and silent, flossing his teeth while looking into the mirror. I risk a glance at his face, and his eyes were lit with a flame within. I release him and give him space. I don't know what's going on with him right now, and I don't think it's a good idea to push the matter. I step back, gathering my clothes for the day at a leisure pace. He brushes his teeth a little too hard, remaining silent.

Blaise has responded to me- this time it was a snap of a mirror selfie, biceps flexing with the caption "Felt cute, might delete later." I laugh and save it to the chat feed. "Delete now." I respond giving a fake grossed out expression to the camera. He saves it in chat.

"It's late. You're not ready yet?" I hear a husky voice behind me now. Merlin, his steps are silent.

"Almost- one second!" I scurry to the bathroom where I promptly brush my teeth and style my hair in a quick and easy half-up style with a silk black ribbon around the pony tail's base. I look over in the mirror and see Draco has my phone and is looking down at it. I roll my eyes and say nothing, putting my uniform on for the day, and spraying perfume on my neck, chest and wrists.

I walk out of the bathroom and see Draco has now stiffened up completely and his fingers are slightly trembling, my phone is still in his hand. "You speak to Zabini often." He says to me with a controlled ice-cold voice. I shake my head and sigh. He's gone through my phone again. The chats with Blaise are innocent enough and I don't understand why this needs to be spoke on. "Since when are you the prying type?" I tease him trying to lighten his mood. He doesn't respond, again. I walk past him and to the door. 'Geminis' I think to myself.

We begin to leave his Prefect dorm and as I step out, he quickly wraps his arm around my waist with a vice grip. I stiffen and he pulls me into his side, I could barely step without my hips hitting his own. He has a sneer on his face and directs it to anyone who so much as glances at me.

Potions 11am

I'm sat in my assigned seat trying to focus on the potion in front of me but I keep getting paper balls thrown at me. I try to ignore them until they become larger and one wacks me straight in the face. I look up, exasperated to meet the culprit- Blaise. He starts making stupid faces at me. I giggle despite myself and mouth 'Focus on your potion.' to which he pretends to fall asleep, mimicking snoring. I throw one of his paper balls back at his own face and it lands with a gratifying smack right in the middle of his face. He jolts suddenly and flips me off. We both laugh quietly and begin to work again. I hear a chair screech the floor, and I look toward the noise. It was made by my boyfriend, still sitting, sneering at Blaise, his posture stiff except for his chest starting to slightly heave.

"y/n." I hear a voice from my desk mate- Ron Weasley. I look over to see his blue eyes are intently staring at me.

"What's up Ron?" I say, giving him a once over to see if he set himself on fire again. He didn't.

"Can you help me with this?" He points down at a bit of mandrake root he's trying to chop. I nod, and say "Of course." Moving toward him, I stretch my arms and begin to try to cut the root. I'm too far away and can't add enough pressure. He notices this and takes a step back with a quick, "Here." I smile in thanks and take his original spot, he's now leaning over me watching my technique, his chest slightly pressed against my shoulder. He smells of spearmint toothpaste, fresh parchment and freshly mown grass.

I feel an arm yank me away as soon as I finished the last cut and feel myself turned with a kiss pressed forcefully on my lips. An arm snakes around me, pulling me flush to his body. Taken by surprise I look wide-eyed into the ice-blue eyes of my boyfriend. His eyes are trained on Ron as he kisses me. He pulls back, satisfied. With a smirk, he pulls me away. I look back at Ron's baffled expression as I slightly jog to keep up with Draco's pace. 'I'm sorry' I mouth to Ron. Draco pulls me out of class, closing the door behind him. I stop him in the hallway.

"Draco! What is the meaning of this? I haven't finished my potion yet." I say, irritated now.

"Don't talk to Weaselbee." He says plainly, arms crossed and glaring.

"I was helping him cut the mandrake root!" I respond in frustration.

"That bloke was all over you like a disease. Why did you let him get so close to you?" He says icily.

"Draco Malfoy! I told you I was just helping him cut his root. That was it! My potion could be bubbling over right now and if I get a bad mark I will be very cross with you."

"Go on then. Don't speak to him again. He can find someone else to help him." Draco commands me. I scoff and turn back into class, him in tow. I'm surprised he's not tripping on me by how close he's walking. I return to my desk and Draco levitates his things to where I'm at. He plants himself firmly in between Ron and I. Ron recoils and moves several feet away from him. Draco smirks, satisfied.

The Slytherin Common Room

Draco and I approach the warm hearth that is the fireplace, holding hands. He seems to be in a better mood now. He takes the nearest armchair. He sits firmly into the green, gold-encrusted plush chair, resting one ankle on a black-slack clad knee and leans backward, his arm casually resting on the side of the chair. He's in a position that radiates power. I admire how comfortable he is owning every room he steps in. It's second nature to him. Absolute authority.

He's shed his uniform and robes after classes, and is now wearing a crisp white button-up with the top two buttons undone. His sleeves are pushed up to his elbow, straining against his bicep when he moves. His toned forearm on full display. I feel my stomach squeeze. He conjures a small glass of fire-whisky. It's Friday and he wants to unwind. I watch as he takes a sip and he catches me staring at him. "Yes, darling?" His voice is sultry, tempting me. "Thirsty?" He's teasing me. Of course I'm thirsty and it's a thirst only he can quench. He conjures a crystal glass next to me on the small side table that separates his arm chair and where I'm sitting on the matching love-seat. It's a bubbly clear liquid with a few frosted cherries floating on the top. "It's black cherry sparkling water, darling. Your favorite." He says to me. I lift the glass to my lips, keeping eye contact and I take a sip. His eyes darken and he smirks. "Oh? You're being naughty tonight."

A ruckus at the door brings me out of my hypnotic state. I glance over and meet the faces of Blaise, Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle. They're laughing hard and slightly swaying. I guess they started their Friday night early.

"You guuuuyssss!" Pansy stumbles over and plops on the couch across from me, sitting next to the green flames flickering around the room. Crabbe and Goyle take the remaining two seats by her. I feel the seat next to me collapse as a body plops down. I look over to see Blaise, a slight glaze over his eyes smiling at me widely. "Hey you." He says, flirting boldly. He throws an arm around my shoulders, giving me a half hug.

"y/n." I hear his commanding voice and I look over. Draco is staring at me with a 'don't fuck with me' expression. "Come here." He continues without missing a beat.

"Malfoy, leave her! We're just hanging out, aren't we doll face?" Blaise retorts, looking at me with a boldness only buzzed him could pull off.

"y/n." My name again. I get up immediately and take the few steps to Draco. "Sit." He says plainly, dropping his leg and patting his knee. I comply immediately, wrapping an arm around his shoulders as I settle in, stretching my legs across his lap and dangling them down the side of his own. His arms wraps around my waist, firmly, to keep me still.

"Malfoy can you ever just leave her? Insufferable prat you are." Blaise drunkenly says. Crabbe and Goyle chuckle but are silenced with a look from Draco. Pansy senses the tension and shifts a little,

"Come on you guysss! Let's be happy! It's Friday- woo hoo!" She unhelpfully adds in her drunken state. I smile at her.

"Feeling alright there Pans?" I tease, trying to change the subject.

"Oh so fuuuun! Fun night y/n! We went.." She starts but Blaise interrupts her with another snarky comment.

"We can't talk to her Pans. Not with Draco around. You know how he is."

"Blaise." I whisper, pleadingly. He smiles feigning innocence. Draco leans down to start kissing my neck while Blaise looks on. I giggle and give him a little push back. I am not a fan of PDA. He ignores me, continuing his pursuit.

"Merlin, Malfoy we are all still here!" He has shuffled to take my previous place on the couch, I nudge him with the toe of my shoe. Draco raises an eyebrow and pulls my leg back, pulling it flush against his calf. Draco gives him a very threatening look and Blaise is drunk enough to bait him. "Something to say?" He presses.

"Let's just go" I tug his shirt gently, getting him to look into my pleading y/e/c orbs. He searches them for a moment and gives my thigh two taps so I stand up. Blaise laughs bitterly "You're so fucking whipped man". That did it. Draco stepped toward Blaise with his temper flaring. Blaise stands up, now wanting a full on fight with the Slytherin Prince. I pull Draco back by his waist, and Pansy stands and pulls Blaise back by his shoulders. "Simmer down, yeah Blaise?" She tells him and Draco pulls free from my grip as soon as I loosen my hands. Blaise yanks away from Pansy and gets into Draco's face again. They're now in a full blown-stare down, fighting for dominance. Blaise breaks first and shoves Draco by his chest saying, "Better leave with her now, before someone else does." Draco shoves him back with so much force his back hits the stone fireplace.

"Draco! Let's go." I pull on him again. Draco doesn't yank from me this time, but keeps his eyes still trained on Blaise. "Don't say that ever again." His voice was so ice cold I swear it extinguished the fire. Blaise stood scoffing, adjusting his shirt. Draco stood there, waiting- daring Blaise to retort. Blaise didn't, because he didn't have a death wish. He just stared and Draco grabbed my waist and exited promptly.

He pulls me to his dorm, yanking me in and locking the door behind him. He shoves me against the wall and murmurs, "Another man will never take you." I shake my head and say, "No, they won't." His eyes flash with relief then turn dark. He slips his hand down my throat and squeezes, keeping eye contact as he says "Who owns you?" I look at him, eyes darkening in return. He squeezes my throat again. "Answer me." He stares on, squeezing tighter. "Who owns you?"

"You." I whisper, staring straight into his eyes. He smirks in satisfaction. This was going to be a long night.

And what a long night it was. He showed me just how much he cared about me and relieved some anger in the process.

Next Day

Draco wakes me up the following morning with renewed vigor. There is a light in his eyes that show me he's up to something. I get ready quickly, putting on his favorite outfit of mine. He beams when he sees me, "You look divine, darling." He picks up my hand and kisses it. I blush and thank him.

"Love, where are we going?" I ask as he intertwines our fingers and begins to walk us off campus.

"Hogsmeade." He responds simply but has a smile on his face and a glint in his eye. I don't ask any further questions. I know he wouldn't tell me anyway.

We made our way down the cobblestone pathway and he pulls me straight into a jewelers parlor. He confidently walks up to the front counter with his usual power stride. I can't help but stare at him. He's easily the most gorgeous man on the planet.

"Malfoy." He says to the man, not bothering to greet him or state his business. The old jeweler nods and looks down at the order log as I greet him kindly.

"Hello sir, how are you this morning?" The jeweler looks at me with a smile crossing his wrinkled and sagging cheeks.

"Hello sweetheart. I'm fine. How are you?" I get a feeling people aren't nice to him very often. My heart tugs for him.

"I'm very well, thank you." The jeweler smiles and makes his way to the back where he keeps the stock. He returns with an emerald green box. I gasp and look at Draco. He has a quiet smile on his face while I look at the box. The jeweler hands it over, gently, and then gives us our privacy- heading to the back.

I run my fingers across the felt. I open the box and my jaw drops, hand quickly covering my mouth. It is a 24k solid gold necklace with "D. L. M." letters as the charm. My eyes begin to water. I look at him with a bright smile, still teary-eyed. He smiles genuinely at my response and kisses my forehead.

"You got this for me? This beautiful necklace with your initials on them? Thank you so much my love. It's beautiful." I look down at it again, gently tracing the letters and chain. It was dainty with an extender so I could wear it with any outfit. His initials. On me. The tears fall and I wipe them quickly and admire the gold reflecting the light.

"Do you want to put it on?" Draco asks with a proud smile.

"Yes, of course!" He takes it out of the box, setting down the container on the counter as I turned and pulled my hair to one shoulder. I felt his fingers trace both sides of my neck, brushing away a few stray hairs. The necklace came around the front of me, and pressed to the top of my chest. I held the necklace in place while I felt his soft fingers latch it. He lifts my hair and sets it back down, stroking it once to smooth it down.

I turn to him and his eyes get wide the moment he sees his initials on me. He seems to fill with pride like a balloon inflating air. He smiles brightly and says, "I knew it would suit you." I snake my arms around his neck to hug him and he gently picks me up off the ground, and squeezes me to him. Once my feet are back on the ground I run my fingers on my necklace again.

I turn to the nearby gold-encrusted mirror, seeing my reflection. I beam. The chain reflects the lights every way I move. He's right. It does suit me. He watches me admire myself and smirks when I look back at him, and says,

"Now everyone will know who you belong to."

Masterlist

[evxrythingstays]

chasing the feeling of being 16 on dracotok during lockdown

[thebookbutterfly]

fanfiction isn’t enough, I need to chew on him

[lqveharrington]

The Alchemy | D.M.

summary: Although Draco promised that he would keep your relationship a secret just for you, he can’t contain himself after winning the Hogwarts quidditch cup.

pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

includes: FLUFF, established relationship (and a last name of Evergreen for the reader)

a/n: inspired by the olympics recently ❤️

When Draco asked you out in fourth year, you thought it was a joke. Sure, you were both acquainted due to your pure wizardry bloodline, but you were in Hufflepuff. The only time the other houses thought you were useful was when they wanted to sneak into the kitchen. So when he came up and sat down beside you when you were studying potions, you were disheartened.

“Malfoy, please don’t do this.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You were just starting to understand what ingredients made a truth serum.

“Do what? I’m asking you if you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend.” He spun the Malfoy signet ring adorning his hand.

You look up at him with tired eyes, “Did someone put you up to this?”

“What? No no, I—“ He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks warm at how you were able to fluster him with even a small glance. “I’m really asking you to go on a date with me.”

You search his face for any indication of a lie, before biting your lip softly and looking down at your parchment. “Are you really?”

“I am.” Draco dropped his hand onto yours to stop your fidgeting with the quill.

You felt your own face heat up at the notion. He thumbed your palm softly as you stayed quiet, not minding his closeness. Finally, you looked up at him, “You have yourself a date, Malfoy.” He sent you a soft smile but before he could say anything else, you interrupted. “Please don’t let me down.”

Draco never let you down. Despite your earlier doubts, you saw how kind and thoughtful the Malfoy heir was underneath his hardened shell his father had built around him. In private, he was always attentive, loving, clingy — there wasn’t a moment where he was separated from you. In public, he had to rein in those feelings just for you.

Even when you started your seventh year at Hogwarts, you were still terrified what others at school would say about a Hufflepuff dating the Slytherin Prince. Sure, his parents and your parents knew, but not the entirety of Hogwarts. You had asked Draco to keep your relationship private until you were ready to face the reality of your relationship to the rest of the world. He begrudgingly agreed, respecting your wishes; but the need to kiss you in front of the entire student body to rightly claim that you were his was wavering.

Especially when it had been three years since you first started dating. And right now, you were currently hiding below the stands together as you greeted him with good luck kisses for his final quidditch match as a student in Hogwarts.

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. You say softly as he holds you close by your hips — smiling into all your kisses. “Good.” Kiss. “Luck.” Kiss.

“You’re killing me here, love.” Draco murmurs against your lips. He pulls away gently to look at your ever so loving gaze. He draws small hearts on you hip, “You done?”

“Never.” You kiss him again, hands cupping his jaw. “I want you to be stuck with me forever.”

He hums into the kiss as you thumb his cheeks softly, “I will after I win this game, my love.”

You separate again, grinning like a lovesick puppy. “Good luck, Dray. I’ll see you later.” You press one last kiss to his lips before leaving his arms and running up the Hufflepuff stands to cheer. You couldn’t deny that even after all these years he still made you giddy and red.

Draco shook his head with a soft smile only you could coax out of him. He walked out from the stands and hopped on his broom, ready in the air for his final match as Slytherin’s seeker. Cheers filled the stadium as the players took their place, captains shaking hands.

The final match for Slytherin and Gryffindor was probably the most anticipated all year round. Since it was also Harry Potter’s last game as seeker, and the two seekers were known as rivals, it was hyped up to be one of the best end matches of the season.

As the game progressed, Slytherin and Gryffindor were constantly tied. It was really up to the seekers to find the golden snitch to determine the winner. There were bets taking place in the house stands, mind fixated on earning a few galleons for the last time. For the Hufflepuff stands, they were a house divided. Many cheered for scarlet and gold while the other half cheered for green and silver.

You didn’t mind the division between your house. After all, you only watched the games for Draco. Your friends were cheering for the Gryffindors whilst you carried the small Slytherin flag in your hands — eyes trained on the blonde high above the game itself. The second you blinked from the blazing sun, Draco was soaring after the golden snitch, Harry close behind and eventually flying right next to him.

The shouts from the stands only fueled the seekers’ attention to the flying gold. Draco and Harry were chasing in circles after the snitch, attention focused on nothing else even as the bludger zoomed past them.

You held your breath as they both reach out for the snitch. Your friend held your shoulder in anticipation, watching the two closely. Before you could register what happened, she gasped and shook your shoulders in frustration.

“I lost ten galleons to that!” She sighed heavily as Draco flashed the golden snitch in the air.

The rush of the win made you scream happily with the other Hufflepuffs and houses cheering for the Slytherin team. You wear clapping your hands as the team began flying around in victory. You watched as Draco flew around the stands more as the rest of the Slytherin team settled on the grounds. His eyes scanned the stadium until they lit up when they saw you at the very front of the Hufflepuff stands — waving your Slytherin flag with pride.

“Seems like Malfoy is off showing the last snitch he’ll catch for the Slytherin quidditch team! But we all want to know where the trophy is!” The third year announcer spoke, voice casted across the stadium.

You smiled at Draco softly when you finally met his eyes. And before you knew it, he flew right over to you and cupped your face, kissing you senselessly. You grinned into the kiss as you held his cheeks, the shouts and screams from your housemates blending in your ears.

“Aw, quite a beautiful way to celebrate the win. Don’t you think so, McGonagall? Honestly, I wasn’t expecting Malfoy and Evergreen— Ow, sorry.” The third year announcer spoke once more, rubbing the spot the professor lightly hit them with a newspaper.

You part from Draco with a blinding smile, “I think I agree, this is a beautiful way to celebrate.” You say quietly only for him to hear, pressing quick kisses to his lips.

“I’m proud of you, love.” Draco nudges your nose with his to gently stop your kisses for a second — even though he did want more.

“Me? You just won the quidditch cup for your house!” You laugh while wrapping your arms behind his neck, careful in trying not to pull him off his broom.

He rubbed the apples of your cheeks, “You just let me kiss you in front of the entire student body… I think that’s more important.” He pulled you in for another mind searing kiss, making you smile helplessly.

“AGAIN?” The third year announcer shouted into the microphone once more. “Is there—“

“Alright, we’re done announcing, boys and girls.” Professor McGonagall spoke and shut the speakers off; although she was quite happy for the couple.

You giggled as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you.”

Draco pressed kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “I love you more.”

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draco malfoy x reader (female)

the one where Blaise notices the Malfoy signet ring on your finger.

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The air smells like a combination of Draco and yourself, but mostly Draco - notes of citrus overlaid with the scent of tea and smoky wood. His sheets are cool against the surface of your skin, a sensation which lends a sharp contrast to the warmth of his bare chest against your cheek. You can feel one of his hands tracing patterns onto the skin of your back, as he other hand fiddles absently with your fingers which you have splayed out across his chest, a lazy post-coital haze surrounding you both.

“Who knew the Draco Malfoy would be one for cuddling,” you say teasingly your fingers tugging lightly on the long slender digits which are still tangled with yours. This isn’t the first time you’ve been here, your naked form flush against Draco’s in the same bed in which he had you legs hooked over his shoulder, his name a litany on your lips just mere moments ago.

“I’m not,” he scoffs with a roll of his eyes, as he manages to squeeze your fingers in his, a subtle battle for dominance among you both.

“Alright then,” you say both suddenly and with a calculated carelessness as you push your hands, fingers still tangled in his against his chest as you make a move to sit up. The covers slip easily down your skin with no clothes to act as friction. It exposes you, your nipples hardening upon contact with the cool air. You’e barely managed to get up when you feel the arm wrapped around you shift, fingers pressing more firmly into your hip to pull you back down.

“Where do you think you’re going,” Draco questions. He keeps his tone indifferent but the arm which has tightened around your body tells a different story.

“I’m sure Theo likes to cuddle,” you express matter of factly, keeping your expression innocent and it earns you an icy gaze from the blonde, cool grey boring in you. Draco observes you for almost a full minute before speaking.

“I’m sure he does not,” is what he finally says as a retort, his tone more disgruntled this time.

You open your mouth to disagree only to feel your back pressed flat into the mattress, Draco’s body now covering yours, his movements swift. You see the glint in his eyes as he lowers his head towards yours.

“Draco,” you breathe his name out. He doesn’t respond but presses his lips to yours. His hands find yours, fingers tangling together, pinning your hands above your head. You kiss him back, teeth nipping his lip lightly which earns your a low growl from the back of his throat. You can feel Draco hardening, his length pressed against your stomach. Your almost miss it with the competing sensations overtaking your body - lips, hands, skin, but your brain manages to register the feeling of Draco slipping cool metal from the signet ring on his last finger onto your index.

-

“Well, well, well - look who decided to join us,” Blaise calls out too cheerily, taking in the sight of you and Draco walking into the small sitting room in what had come to be Draco’s side of the Malfoy manor.

“It is surprising that I’m joining you in the sitting room of the Malfoy manor,” comes Draco’s reply which earns a good natured chortle from Theo and an eye roll from Pansy.

“Well, you can’t blame us for thinking that you two would be,” Blaise pauses for dramatic effect, “…otherwise occupied.” His unsaid words clear.

As with the rest, you and Draco had been childhood friends. However, years of tension that neither of you had acted upon had only cumulated more recently, and with Pansy’s blessing, into this, whatever it was. You both hadn’t yet spoken about it, the touching, sleepovers, sex, and there had been no outward proclamations to the world at large that either of you was anything other than single, and yet - it was no secret among anyone who knew either of you that you were both very unavailable.

“You mean book club?” You managed to keep a straight face as you question Blaise too innocently. It earns you a smirk from Draco and an amused chuckle from Pansy, your joke clear as you stop by the table facing the floor to ceiling windows which they are sitting by.

You reach across the table for a handful of blueberries from a bowl beside Theo’s elbow when you feel Blaise grab your wrist lightly, his fingers curling around, as he holds your wrist up in triumph, brandishing it around. You place your free hand flat down on the surface of the table, stabilising yourself as you lean forward into Blaise’s pull.

“I didn’t know book club members were all given the Malfoy signet ring,” he grins wildly at the discovery. The group’s gaze flickers to Draco’s hand, noticing the lack of the ring, usually a mainstay, on his the last finger of his left hand.

“If I join book club could I get one too?” Theo quips cheekily as you feel your cheeks start to heat both at your current plight as well as with recollection of what had been a subtle act of possessive on Draco’s part earlier.

“Zabini,” Draco says, tone still even as he reaches over, his hand curling around your forearm, tugging you out of Blaise’s grip, while ignoring Theo, “if she’s wearing the Malfoy signet ring don’t you think you should think twice before manhandling her?”

“Is she yours Draco,” Pansy adds to the chaos, an equally wide smirk on her face as Blaise lets your wrist slip out from his hold with ease while throwing you a wink.

“If you thought otherwise then you lot must be more dim than I thought ,” is all Draco says as he sits down. He lets you drop onto the chair beside him before reaching over to pull the piece of furniture and you closer to his side, the drag of it on the floor audible.

It earns him a whoop from Blaise, two hands thrown up in the air from Theo as he yells “finally”, and a laugh from Pansy who blows a kiss at you.

Draco slides his arm across the back of the chair, before looking at you brows lifted slightly, but his question is clear, you’ve never spoke about this and Draco wants to know - are you okay with this?

“I am,” you say as you lean forward to press your lips briefly against his. It only causes a louder ruckus at the table.

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Flutterby Baby | D.M.

feat. Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

SUMMARY: Draco finds out another student sabotaged your Herbology project.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, draco’s pov, established relationship, possessive!draco, bullying, hurt/comfort, men suck, sort of rough fingering & piv, affectionate degradation if you squint (he refers to her as a plant), blood/fighting

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Draco watched as you pushed your pasta around your plate, staring absently at the whirls of sauce on the porcelain. You’d been quiet the entire meal, only speaking when directly spoken to by your group of friends, and even then, it was half-hearted, brief answers.

Both were unusual for his talkative, carb-loving girl.

He placed a light hand on your thigh, leaning closer to you. The warmth of your skin, the sweetness of your perfume, beckoned him even closer, but he ignored his impulses. “Everything alright, darling?” He asked, low enough that your friends couldn’t hear.

“Yes, just not very hungry,” you said in your pretty little voice, placing your hand over his and pecking his cheek.

He didn’t buy it. “I can track down some takeaway and we can eat in my dorm, if you’d like,” he offered, wondering if the commotion in the Great Hall was a bit too much for you.

You shook your head, another stunning development. You never turned down takeaway. “I’m fine, baby. Thank you, though.”

“Well, if you need anything, don’t hesitate to ask. I’ll make one of these sod’s fetch it for you,” he teased, hoping to get a smile out of you. He didn’t.

Draco sighed, pressing a kiss to your temple before turning back to the conversation he was in the middle of with Theo and Pansy. He continued to watch you in his periphery as you started to play with his fingers, twirling his signet ring around and around. As much as he enjoyed the mindless contact, the delicate brush of your skin, he knew this was a nervous habit of yours.

He had half-a-thought to excuse you both, but he knew that would only draw more attention to your melancholy state, which would likely make you feel even worse. He could pick your brain later. Right now, he needed to make sure you were fed.

Casually, he picked up his fork, twirling a bit of his own pasta around the tines. Without breaking away from his conversation, he held the fork up to you, hoping you’d take a bite without really thinking about it. It was a small ritual the two of you developed during lengthy family dinners, something you often did automatically if he offered food to you. He felt you shift forward, your mouth wrap around the small bite, and you ate it.

He squeezed your thigh, a flare of affection making his heart pound. Good girl, he thought, but refrained from saying aloud.

The rest of dinner continued like that, Draco keeping your friends talking and distracted while he fed you small bites of his own dinner, your fingers twined with his in your lap. When he held up a bite and you gave small shake of your head, he knew it was because you were actually full, and he set his fork down, satisfied. For now.

That night in the common room, you were curled up in your chair by the fire, a book open in your lap while everyone pretended to study around you. He watched your eyes, your hands curled around the cover, and you were motionless. No pages turned, no lines devoured.

His worry deepened. Blaise seemed to notice as well, and gave him a curious look, dark brow raised. And of course, Theo caught the exchange, but turned back to his work, pretending he didn’t.

A prickle of suspicion climbed Draco’s neck. Typically, Theo was the first one to make a fuss over someone being in a sour mood due to his inability to tolerate negative emotions, but this time, he stayed silent.

Very odd, indeed.

But he could worry about Theo later. Draco lifted himself from the couch and walked over to you, dropping onto the floor in front of your chair. He tilted his head back, resting it against your shins. You reached down, dragging your fingers through his hair while you continued “reading” your book. He let his eyes flutter closed at the sensation, and tried to think of a way to draw you out of your head.

Lips pressed against his forehead, your perfume wafting over him, and he hummed in appreciation, reaching up to cradle your face. You leaned your cheek into his palm, and he titled his head back a little further to connect your lips in a soft kiss.

Your lips moved against his, brief and tender, and some of his tension unwound. It didn’t seem that you were upset with him, which was a relief. But, he wasn’t any closer to figuring out what exactly was troubling you.

“I’m going to go to bed,” you murmured in his ear, and he blinked in surprise, checking his watch.

It wasn’t even nine o’clock.

“So early, love? Are you feeling alright?” He turned to face you, rising to his knees. The group noticed, but he was too concerned to care. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead, your cheek, your neck, but you waved him away.

“I’m fine, D. Just tired,” you said, averting your eyes from his and rising from your chair.

“Baby—”

You leaned down and kissed him again, cutting off his protest. “I love you, I’ll see you in the morning,” you said, pecking his cheek one more time before walking towards the girls dormitory and ascending the stairs.

Draco slumped back to the ground, scrubbing a hand over his face.

“What did you do to her?” Pansy accused after a moment of tense silence.

“Nothing,” he snapped, though it was mostly toothless.

“She was acting strangely at dinner too,” Blaise noted. “She didn’t even have dessert.”

“Yeah, and she loves those chocolate things—what are they called?” Theo chimed in.

“Cauldron cakes,” Draco answered, glaring at them, irked that they were paying that close of attention to you. That was his job.

“Are you going to follow her?” Blaise asked, glancing at the stairs.

“No, he should give her some space,” Pansy said, giving him a pointed look.

“I’m perfectly capable of managing my girlfriend’s needs. Thank you,” he bit, and they fell quiet. He would leave you be, for now, but if you were still in a funk tomorrow evening, he’d be forced to intervene.

You were decidedly still unlike yourself come the following morning, and when he saw you during your shared Potion’s class. He continued to monitor the situation, trying to be patient like you often asked him to be, but that went out the window when you returned from your Herbology class with Theo in tears.

As soon as Draco saw your red and puffy eyes, he was on his feet. You ran straight into his chest, burying your wet face in his robes and digging your chilled hands into his back, trembling as your tears returned in earnest.

“Darling, what’s happened? What’s going on?” He cooed, wrapping his arms around your shaking torso, petting your hair in an attempt to soothe you. You didn’t respond, just held him tighter as you cried.

Theo tried to slip around the two of you, but Draco pinned him with a glare.

“What happened?” Draco hissed at him.

“Her Flutterby bush is dying,” Theo whispered, and you started to cry harder.

Shit. You’d slaved half the semester over this Flutterby bush in Herbology, it was your pride and joy, and you often stayed after hours with Professor Sprout to tend to it and the rest of the greenhouse. You had the greenest thumb Draco had ever encountered, and that plant was your baby. There was no way it would just suddenly die.

Draco raised a brow, and Theo made a ‘tell you later’ face. He nodded his head to dismiss his friend and turned his attention back to you, his poor, sensitive girl.

“Baby, it’s going to be alright. I’m sure you’ll figure out what’s going on—”

You shook you head. “It doesn’t make sense,” you sniffled, your voice muffled by his shirt. “It was perfectly fine. There’s no bugs or blights, I don’t understand.” You lifted your face, cheeks streaked with tears and lashes spikey, your eyes rimmed with red. The state of you made his heart ache.

“It’ll be alright,” he whispered, wiping your cheeks with his thumbs and pressing a kiss to your nose. “If anyone can save it, you can. You’re brilliant, love.” He used his sleeve to wipe your eyes and your nose before bundling you into his side. “Come on, relax for a bit with Pansy. That’ll help you think a little more clearly, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him deposit you on the couch beside your friend, who immediately abandoned what she was doing to fuss over you.

He kissed the top of your head, satisfied that you were well looked after for the time being. “I love you, I’ll be right back, okay?” He murmured, and you nodded again.

Theo was waiting for him in the hall. “Okay, so don’t get mad,” he said, holding his hands up.

Draco’s anger instantly flared. “Don’t give me a reason to get mad then.”

“She told me not to tell you because she knew you’d get all—” Theo gestured vaguely at Draco. “All…this.”

“Out with it, Nott,” he growled, fully prepared to punch his best friends nose through the back of his skull. What could you possibly want to keep from him?

“We think someone poisoned her plant,” Theo said, grimacing.

Draco froze, rage flaring so suddenly it darkened his vision. “What?” he snarled.

“We can’t say for sure yet,” Theo said hurriedly, trying to get ahead of the oncoming storm. “But there’s this one guy—”

“Who?”

“Reinhardt? Renfield? Something like that, I don’t know, he’s a Gryffindor. But he—Draco, where are you going?”

Draco was already halfway down the hall, formulating a plan in his mind about how to find this guy, and how to make him wish he’d never been born.

Theo grabbed his shoulder. “Listen, I have a better idea than storming the Gryffindor common room,” he said, and Draco paused.

“Go on.”

Draco loitered outside the Greenhouse, hidden by some trees, a stupid plastic ear in his hand. Theo had the other tucked into his robes, and Draco could hear Sprout beginning her lecture through their connection.

Draco sighed. This was ridiculous, he should just waltz in there and figure out exactly who this—

“Hey, y/n,” he heard someone mutter, an unfamiliar male voice, and he immediately held up the ear to listen. “Flutterby’s not lookin’ so good. Maybe I could help clear away some of the dead stuff?”

Draco's ears started ringing so loudly, he almost missed your response.

“I'm killing it just fine on my own, Renley, I don't need any assistance from you.”

He heard Theo snicker in the background, and Draco smiled. Atta girl.

“My mandrakes are thriving, thank you,” Renley replied, his voice tight with indignation. “It's a real shame about yours, though. Probably would have gotten you top marks.”

You didn't respond, and Draco gripped a tree branch to stop himself from charging through the glass to get this audacious fucker.

“Fuck off, Renford,” Theo warned, the feed clouded by his robes rustling.

“It's Renley,” the prick corrected, his voice a little louder, and Draco could practically hear Theo roll his eyes. “So, what do you say, sweetheart?” Sweetheart? Oh, this fucker was a dead man walking. “I'm willing to stay after and help you out. I'm good with poisons—”

“Poison’s?” You asked, a snarky lilt to your voice, and Draco loosed a relieved exhale despite the implication. For the first time in days, you sounded like yourself. “Who said anything about poison?”

“Oh, I—uh—”

“Reindeer, how did you know her plant was poisoned?” Theo prodded, his smirk audible.

“I don't! It's obv—it’s probably not p-poison!” Renley stammered.

“What's this about poison?” Sprout interrupted at the same moment Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle emerged from the treeline.

“Check fucking mate,” Draco mouthed, grinning.

“Professor Sprout, I do believe Renley here just confessed to poisoning y/n’s beloved Flutterby bush,” Theo said.

“Is this true, dearie?” Sprout asked you.

“Yes ma’am, it explains the strange phenomena we noted, as well as the sudden nature of the ailment. Renley’s been taunting me for days, and finally his mouth got ahead of his brain,” you said, poised as a Queen, and Draco was so proud of you it hurt.

Sprout gasped. “Mr. Renley! To Dumbledore's office this instant!”

“Crabbe, Goyle, grab him,” Draco ordered, stuffing the ear into his robes.

The two of them lumbered over the door, staying out of sight until the culprit stepped out into the sunlight, and Goyle grabbed Renley by the shoulders and started to drag him back around the Greenhouse.

“Hey! What the fuck—” his words pinched to a strangled whine when he saw Draco and Blaise waiting a few feet away, arms folded over their chests, completely hidden from the rest of campus.

Goyle shoved him to the ground at Draco's feet, and the coward was already sniveling.

Draco crouched down, nose to nose with the fucker that made his girl miserable, and smiled. “Was it worth it, Renley?” Draco asked, his voice low.

“Look, Malfoy. I didn't mean to—”

Draco didn't give him a chance to finish his paltry excuse and cocked his fist back, slamming his knuckles square in the side of his jaw. The bone crunched under his fist, sending Renley flying sideways in a spray of spit and blood, and Draco rose, clenching and unclenching his aching hand.

Normally, he'd step back and let the others get their hands dirty, but you were his girl. And if anyone was going to defend your honor, it would be him.

“No, no please!” Renley begged when Goyle hauled him back up. Draco punched him again, dead on the nose, then the temple, then the sternum. Goyle let Renley fall, groveling and weeping as blood ran down his face, his eyes already half-swollen shut.

Draco grabbed him by the hair, lifting his head up so he could whisper in his ear. “You're lucky it wasn't poison,” he snarled, and dropped Renley’s head into the dirt. “Leave him on the front steps of the castle,” he said to Crabbe and Goyle, who immediately pulled the boy up and started dragging him back towards the castle.

Blaise chuckled. “That was fucking brutal, mate.”

Draco looked down at his bruised and bloody knuckles, the pain bright and deliciously satisfying, his signet ring splattered with red. “Like I said, he's lucky I didn't decide to poison him.”

The chatter of students filled the air, and he looked up to see the Greenhouse emptying. Theo headed straight for them, glancing at Draco's knuckles and the blood in the grass before breaking out in a wild grin.

“Sorry I missed it,” Theo laughed.

“Where is she?” Draco asked.

“Staying behind to administer the antidote. Sprout is leaving her to ensure Renley is dealt with accordingly.”

“Well, she certainly won't be disappointed,” Blaise snickered.

“So she’s alone?” Draco asked, raising an eyebrow. He was hoping to clean himself up before seeing you, but wasn't sure he could resist the temptation. Not with his blood still running hot and your smart little voice echoing in his mind.

“Yep.” Theo smirked. “See ya’ back in the common room.” He and Blaise turned and started heading back to the castle, leaving Draco alone.

He rounded the greenhouse, knocking with his sore knuckles so he didn't startle you.

“Draco? What are you—saints, your hands!” You cried, rushing over to open the door for him. You grabbed for his hands, face pinched with worry.

“I'm fine, love,” he cooed, letting you fuss. The air in the greenhouse was thick and warm, coaxing him in like a embrace. It smelled fresh and lush, sweet soil and green leaves, like you.

Merlin, he couldn't think straight with you looking at him like that.

“Who did—” you paused, eyes narrowing. “Renley?”

He smirked. “Maybe.”

“Draco!” You huffed, dropping his hands. “I had it under control!”

“I know you did! You were amazing! I just...accelerated the consequences.”

You glared at him, but he could see you softening by the second.

“Baby, I'm fine. And he'll be fine in like, four to five business days.”

“Draco!” You shouted, but you were smiling. He fucking loved what you called his name in that exasperated but undeniably affectionate voice. “You don't have to get involved all the time. I'm perfectly capable of fighting my own battles, and Professor Sprout was working with me to solve it and—”

Draco reached out, pinching your cheeks with one hand, pursing your pouting lips and dragging you closer to him. “I'd do it again in a heartbeat. No one fucks with you so long as I'm breathing, is that clear?”

You nodded, eyes round and sweet like honey.

He released your face, sliding his hand into the hair at the nape of your neck and craning your head upwards. “Can I kiss you now? Or would you like to keep telling me off?”

You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his in a playful, smiley kiss. “Anything for my hero.”

“Anything?” Draco purred, walking you back into the long work table. You gasped, arching against his chest, and he caught the sound with another kiss, slipping his tongue past your lips to taste you.

Your tongue tangled with his, so eager as you pulled his tie to bring him closer. He guided your tongue into his mouth, sucking lightly before releasing you to bite your lip, toying with your mouth like he owned it.

And he could feel how much you loved it, your hips pressing against his as your hands wandered his chest, unable to pick a resting place.

He smiles, moving his hands to grip your hips. In a quick movement, he spun you around. Your hands slapped onto the table to catch yourself, your perfect ass pressing back against his rapidly hardening cock.

“Draco,” you whined, trying to look over your shoulder at him.

He tsked, sliding up your skirt, admiring the way his ruined knuckles looked against the soft flesh. “Do you want me to be gentle with you, darling?” He already knew what your answer would be, especially after a few stressful days, but he felt inclined to double check.

You shook your head side to side, pressing your ass back into his hands. “No.”

He smiled, squeezing the ample flesh, then delivered a swift slap that made you gasp. “That's my girl. You want me to scare away all those bad thoughts? Turn your brain off for a bit?” He slid his right hand between your legs, gliding two fingers over the damp spot on your panties.

You nodded, nails scratching along the wood when he applied a little pressure, moving his hand in a slow circle.

“Words, love,” he said, pausing his movement.

“Yes, baby. Please,” you whined, and his cock gave a painful lurch against his thigh.

“Colloportus,” he murmured, flicking his wand to lock the Greenhouse door. “Don't move,” he ordered, then walked over to the sink, washing the blood from his hands and muttering a quiet episkey to fix most of the damage on his skin. Some cuts remained, and his hands were still sore and slightly bruised, but it wasn't nearly as bad.

Satisfied, he turned his attention back to you, where you remained perfectly still, nibbling at your lower lip. In quick movement, he pulled down your panties, letting the fall around your ankles, and kicked your feet further apart, forcing you to lay your chest against the table.

“There we go,” he purred, bringing his hand back between your legs.

You were already soaked, hot and slick as his middle finger swiped through your sex. He started massaging your clit, quick, light circles that had you moaning breathlessly.

“Better, darling? Nothing to worry about besides being my good girl.” He moved away from your clit and eased his middle finger inside of you, his signet ring kissing your entrance before he curled his finger up. Your walls fluttered around him, sucking back against his finger when he pulled it out, only to graciously stretch for him when he added a second.

“Fuck, D,” you moaned, rocking your hips against his hand. “You said you wouldn't be gentle “

He smirked, enraptured with the way your pretty little cunt yielded for his battered hand. “Just so pretty,” he hummed, leaning down to whisper in your ear, pressing you harder against the table. “Can't help but worship you a little.”

You opened your mouth to reply, but he slammed his fingers inside of you, drilling into your channel with sloppy, punishing strokes. You cried out, feet sliding around on the floor, but he had you pinned and at his mercy.

“This better, brat?” He growled, nipping at your ear when you keened for him, unable to formulate a response. “Oh, how that fucker wishes he could see you now,” he drawled, straightening while his fingers fucked into you. “What'd he call you? Sweetheart?” He chuckled. “Sweet doesn't begin to cover it.”

“How did you—”

He slipped his fingers out to work your clit, the bud swelling under his touch as your orgasm built, and your words twisted into a moan. He tried to stay focused, keep you on the edge until he was sheathed inside of you, but couldn't bring himself to stop just yet.

“Are you sweet, baby?” He asked, swatting your ass cheek, enjoying the way your flesh rippled.

“Only for you,” you gasped, starting to tremble as that knot wound tighter and tighter.

“That's right,” he praised, undoing his trousers and taking his cock in his hand. He was insanely hard, the head a deep pink, pearly precum beading from the slit. He pumped himself twice to relieve some of the ache, then notched himself at your entrance, not pausing his assault on your clit for a moment. “All fucking mine,” he growled at the same moment he thrust inside of you, burying himself to the hilt.

You cried out, muscles contracting hard around him, and he groaned low in his throat. You were so fucking tight, gooey and supple when you weren't squeezing the life out of him. He drew back a few inches before snapping his hips forward, gripping your ass cheek in his free hand to keep you spread for him as he pounded into you.

He felt your orgasm hit the second before you did, your cunt clamping down on him a heartbeat before you screamed, your whole body locking up before going completely limp. He didn't let up, no matter how much you shook, how much you begged. Your tears left damp spots on the wood, your knees trying to buckle inwards, but he planted his feet on the inside of yours, forcing you to stay upright.

“Good fucking girl,” he rasped, snaking a hand up your spine to grip your hair and pull your head back. “Doing so well for me, sweet thing.” He was panting, the heat of the greenhouse coupled with the exterior making sweat collect around his hairline and drip down his spine. His knuckles burned from the salt, hands ached from being used long past when they should have been bandaged, but he didn't give a single fuck.

“Draco, shit—fuck me so good.” You reached back for him, nails dragging along his forearm, and he felt himself teeter on the edge of release, his balls drawing up tight as liquid heat spread through his pelvis.

“Give me one more, baby. I know you can. Then I'll water my favorite plant.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, a wanton moan falling from your lips, and he smiled. You were such a little freak, his little freak, and he loved you all the more it.

“You like being my pretty little houseplant? All mine to take care of?” Fuck, he was close, rambling in an attempt to distract himself and spend just a little longer in the delicious heat of your body.

“Yes, yes—fuck!” You were coming again, your whole body convusling as it ripped through you, and he was done for. He came with a yell, hips stuttering against your ass as he pumped rope after rope of release into your spasming cunt.

“Bloody hell, baby,” he moaned, bracing his hands on the table as he came down, his hips involuntarily rocking into your greedy warmth. You, poor thing, were left drooling and trembling, completely boneless, held up entirely by the table and his hips. He leaned forward, pressing kisses into your hair. “Did so good, love. So fucking perfect,” he murmured, throat tight with affection.

“Squishin’ me,” you giggled, squirming beneath him, and he straightened, nearly toppling over himself at the weak feeling in his knees.

“Sorry, darling,” he chuckled, and you groaned, pushing yourself up on trembling arms. He moved his feet, letting you close your legs, and he hissed through his teeth at the new tightness around his softening cock, stealing a final thrust before slipping out of you.

“Mm, how did you know he called me sweetheart?” You asked, peeking over your shoulder at him while he grabbed his wand to clean you both up.

“I have my methods,” he replied, righting your clothes and helping you stand up, relishing in the lingering tremble in your limbs.

“Were you spying on me, Draco Malfoy?” You teased, tugging him down by the tie so you were face to face.

He smirked. “Perhaps.”

“What a horrible invasion of privacy,” you snickered, giving him a playful peck.

“You want to punish me for it?” He nipped at your lower lip and you grinned, pushing lightly on his chest.

“Enough you, I have to administer the antidote before my plant gets any sicker.”

“Good thing I already cured mine,” he teased, and you swatted him before slipping out of his arms.

“You're insufferable.”

“And you're adorable.”

You grabbed some items from the shelves and a watering can, then paused, turning to look at him, a deadly serious look on your face. “Can we get takeaway after this?”

He snorted, his heart doing a giddy little flip. “Of course we can.”

[ziggystqrdust]

you dont trust me

slightly older drarry as joel and clementine from eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

apparently obliviating each other from their memories is fairly common as a drarry genre

details under cut

[webbluvrsugar]

teaching Tom Riddle how to love.

cw: fluff with smut

He has you pinned on his bedsheets, you’ve sneaked away to his chambers just to do this, it’s not like you’ve been dating, but you’ve been hanging around — and fucking — each other for a while now, and for Tom, that’s a really big deal.

He’s been fucking you the way he wishes the past times, hard, rough, with your head flush against the pillow, ramming into you without any sorts of feelings, without attaching himself, it’s nice, pleasurable, but he’s been doing it for himself.

He’s inside you already, cock stretching you out as he stays still, his head leans down to meet your neck, breathing your scent before he kisses your jaw, his lips moving to your ear.

“Tell me how you like it.” His voice is low and it grumbles in your ear, when you can’t answer right away, he gives you a slight thrust.

Your hands goes to his on your hips, slightly pushing him back before taking his hands and placing them over your breasts, his breath itches, he slightly massages the flesh, toying with your nipples as he lets you guide him.

“Slowly…” you mutter, he carefully starts moving his hips in a pace he hasn’t used before, it all feels foreign, somehow more intimate but it still gets you to mewl so he doesn’t complain. “Like that.”

Tom nods, he keeps rolling his hips into you, slow and soft so you can feel exactly every way his cock stretches you out, letting out slow whimpers as he does it.

“Does it feel good?” He asks, another soft whisper in your ear as he makes his thrusts a little more sharp, taking your air out of your lungs and forcing a moan out of you.

“Yes, just… hold me close.” You ask, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him flush to your body, slightly burying your head on your shoulder.

Tom hasn’t felt like this before, like he’s being needed, he also didn’t think that slow, passionate sex would feel so nice when he obviously prefers to do it the hard way.

But you like it.

So he keeps doing it the way you asked him to, leaning into the pleasure your cunt provides as the time passes, and when you’re done and both lazy and mushy next to each other, your head flush to his chest, he lets himself provide that care to you, hesitantly dragging a hand to your hair and brushing it away to see your face, thumb lightly caressing your exposed cheek.

‘It’s not so unpleasant after all’ he thinks.

[iamnmbr3]

7 most unhinged canon drarry moments

Harry calling Draco his arch nemesis just a few months after Lord Voldemort tried to murder him for the second time but also immediately thinking that he kinda misses him

Harry getting hit in the head by a piece of luggage because he got so distracted by the sight of Draco changing that he didn’t notice someone swinging a large object at his face

Harry lying to the Order and Magical Law Enforcement to obfuscate Draco’s crimes at the end of sixth year

Voldemort immediately assuming Draco has gone looking for Harry when he goes missing during the Battle of Hogwarts…and being right

Narcissa assuming Harry will know where Draco is and if he’s still alive…and being right

Lucius getting mad at Draco in book 2 because he has spent the entire summer talking nonstop about Harry Potter

Harry forgetting about the time Voldemort possessed and nearly murdered Ginny but remembering every item he saw Draco look at in Borgin and Burkes 4 years previously

[realmothchu]

fake dating scenario in which, after a messy break up, harry and ginny compete on who can bring the most outrageous date to the next weasley family event. somehow harry gets wind that not only is ginny bringing home a girl for the first time, that girl also happens to be harry’s former gf. so now he’s scrambling last minute to find someone who’s gonna upstage THAT. enter draco who for whatever reason needs a big favor from harry. which gives harry an idea and he’s like, ill do this for you but you need to help me with this other thing… harry now has to convince his family and friends that he and draco are dating while fielding all sorts of questions and skepticism

[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

Club Neon Lights

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

House: Unspecified

Warning: Alcohol consumed and mentioned. Public intoxication.

Word Count: 8491

Summary: Draco and Fem!Reader go to a nightclub with Pansy and Blaise. Chaos ensues. This is easily the most hilarious piece I have ever wrote. You will belly laugh.

author's note: This is my longest imagine I've written this far. Prepare to fall deeper in love with Draco. You'll live many lives with this bunch. Enjoy x

Reader's Point Of View:

Pansy starts giggling and gently nudges me. I look up from my homework, confused, and meet her eye.

"Look." She whispers and points across the table. I look over and see Blaise Zabini is passed out on the table, his cheeks pressed against his homework. He's snoring and Draco is building a house of cards on him.

Draco's face is completely concentrated, the focus only a Slytherin like him could achieve. He was analyzing the distance and weight of the cards, calculating. I know he had some complex Physics formula in his head. I shake my head with a smile and begin doing my assignment again.

Quietly I heard Draco's exasperated sigh and the whoosh of cards falling everywhere. He had built the card house so tall that he was now standing near the table instead of sitting like he was when he started building. By the looks of the mess, he almost used two entire decks on Blaise's sleeping head.

"Malfoy! Shove off." Blaise said slightly annoyed and still tired. He was glaring at Draco and was being met with a sly smile.

"A bit tired, yeah?" Draco teased Blaise.

"Yeah, a bit." Blaise looked at his friend and then smiled. He knew it was all in good fun. He stretches and yawns and his eyes meet Pansy's and then mine.

"You just watched him?" Blaise asks us in disbelief. Pansy laughed and said, "You were really knocked."

"Traitors. The lot of you." Blaise concludes, cleaning up his supplies. I cleaned the mess of cards with a quiet spell, all the cards were facing the same way, organized by suit and color and tucked neatly away into the boxes. Draco gives me an impressed look to which I pretend to brush off but secretly preen at.

"These classes are leaving me right knackered." Blaise says once he finished cleaning his mess. Pansy sidled up next to him and rubbed his back. "You've taken quite the load this term." She tells him. He nods and yawns again.

"We should do something fun, yeah? Blow off steam?" Pansy was looking at us each in turn. Six eyes stared back and she scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Come on! Club Neon?" She says, carrying her voice, tempting us. She looks at Blaise now. He's always up to party.

"Blaise?" He looks at her.

"Alright, I'm in." Blaise agrees and she cheers. "Dracooooo?" He takes his eyes off his book with an eyebrow raised. She scoffs at him.

"y/n?" I meet her and Blaise's pleading gazes. I sigh and Pansy cheers. She knows that's a reluctanct agreement but an agreement nonetheless.

"When?" I ask. Draco looks up from his book again.

"You're going?" He asks me.

"Yeah. Could be fun." He turns to Pansy and says,

"I'm going. Saturday?"

"Saturday!" Pansy jumps up and down in celebration.

"Saturday." I confirm. Blaise slings an arm over Pansy's shoulder and walks off with her. I look at Draco who is back to his book.

"Dragon." I say with a tease. He looks up at me with a suspicious look. "You can't have been to a nightclub." "How would you know?" He ask indignantly, his ego clearly bruised. "I'm Draco Malfoy. I could be out partying every night if I want to!"

"I know you party. I've hear about a few you've thrown. But a nightclub? Not a chance." He straightens up, a competitive gleam in his eyes. "Oh you want to make a bet on that?" He smirks. "I'll have you know I've been to several nightclubs in London. Only the exclusive ones."

"And an exclusive club no less!" I fake astonishment. His lips curve into a confident smirk, "Yes, only the exclusive ones darling. I don't discuss the paticulars with just anyone." He stands now, getting up off the chair and striding to me in his typical swagger.

"Oh? Do tell." He smirks and and looks at me confidentally. "You'll see this Saturday. Can you wait a two more days doll?" He teases me but I melt at the nickname anyway.

"We'll see then." I stand up, meeting his eye . We are now wearing matching smirks.

Saturday

Pansy has come over to my dorm to get ready. I watch as she applies a hefty amount of lip gloss. "Wow Pans, you're really out hunting tonight" I tease. She's wearing a body-con Slytherin-green dress that looks seconds away from ripping off her- it's so tight. I look down at her 5-inch heels she's casually wearing. I don't know how she balances so elegantly on those stilettos. She looks over and winks at me, "Maybe I'll be on the hunt tonight, finding my next prey..." I laugh.

"If Blaise acts up." She finishes shyly. This catches my attention.

"Blaise, hm Pans?" She slightly blushes and straightens a few more pieces of her already pin-straight hair.

"If you say anything I swear I'll steal your journal and send it to my father's publisher." She threats. I look at her and see these threats are actually coming from an insecure part of her. I walk up to her and run my hand down her arm, "I would never say anything. I promise. Not even as a tease." She looks at me with a smile and hugs me, her very strong perfume wafting up my nose. I pull back and gently sneeze into my sweater. She smiles sheeplishly. "Maybe I put on a little too much?" I give her a hug and tell her "It'll wear off as the night progresses. You'll see." She beams at me and then takes an appraising step back.

"Uh, y/n/n- why are you not dressed?" I look down at my sweater-skirt-black tight clad body.

"What do you mean? I am dressed." I say, confused.

"Yes babe and I love your elegant and timeless style, okay? It really suits you. But we are going a night club. That's not exactly..." She runs a hand down my sleeve "A sweater location." She looks to see my reaction. An idea flashes across her face and she apparates a black fabric in her hand. She hands it to me. "Here, babe. Try this. It's one of my favorites."

"Pans?" I look at the tiny fabric in my hand and then back at her again, "You and I are not the same size. This won't fit me. Have you seen my big booty judy? How about these?" I gesture to my larger-than-average boobs. She giggles.

"Those are from my own personal seamstress. The fabric is enchanted so it will adjust to anyone's size in the most flattering way. Give it a try." I look down at it warily again. "Okay...." I start and slide off my clothes.

"Wait!" Pansy stops me in my tracks.

"What?" I ask curiously. She's looking at my body with another appraising look. "You need to wear something sexier." She gestures to my bra and panties.

"Sexier? I wasn't planning on hunting tonight." I tease.

"Well maybe you should! Come on girl. It's a stress-relieving night. Got anything else? I know you do. You're always well-dressed." She compliments me. I get an idea.

"Well, maybe something..." I start. She squeals "Well? Go on! Let me see." She turns her back to me, focusing on the mirror again while I changed. I walk up behind her, a little unsure at first. She turns and her entire face lights up. "That's... perfect! That's perfect, babe. Wear that!" She cheers. I agree and she faces her reflection again.

I walk to my full-size gold-encrusted mirror and give myself a once over. I am wearing a matching bra and panty set. They're Slytherin green in case I needed to impress a certain platinum head.... I smile, satisfied and begin to pull down the tiny black fabric Pansy gave me. Sure enough it conformed to my body as I pulled it on. All my curves, hills and mountains were securely in. I look in the mirror and gasped. This garment fit me perfectly. I liked how it was snug against my boobs and butt and curves, but it didn't squeeze me like a body con would've. I look phenomenal.

I run to Pansy and she turns to me, a hand covering her mouth. "Babe! Wow!!!! You look! Oh my gosh! Babe you look so gorgeous! That fits you like skin." I giggle and give her a big hug. "Thank you so much Pansy! I am glad you made me change." I giggle and she winks. I sidle up next to her and finished my final look, twirling my finger around a particular unruly curl. It smoothed into place. I grab my favorite perfume and spray it on my neck, chest, wrists and behind the knees. All my pressure points covered. I am determined to smell good all night. I put on some extra deodorant to be safe. I step back. I'm ready. I look at Pansy and she's stepping back to give herself a final look again. "You look beautiful, Pansy." I say to her genuinely and she hugs me. "I love you, bitch." She says. I start laughing and respond "And I, you."

There's a knock on my door. Pansy and I look at each other in excitement. I slip on my heels. They're definitely shorter than Pansy's because I know I wouldn't have the grace and balance she has in those. We open the door, standing side by side.

We are met with two very handsome Slytherins with their jaw on the floor, looking between the two of us from head to toe.

"Wow! You guys look so hot." Blaise was the first to break the silence. He was wearing a Slytherin green button down with grey slacks, a brown belt matching his equally brown dress shoes. Draco elbows him. He has picked his jaw up now and it standing a little stiffer than usual.

"You ladies look lovely" He says simply, the vision of respect and poise. I looked at him and felt my heart start to race. He was wearing his all-black ensemble minus a tie. He looked so good I could devour him right here. I looked at how his black button-up layed just right on his broad chest. His blazer was slung over his shoulders, the bottom two buttons were clasped. Before I could imagine any dirty thoughts, Pansy said,

"Thank you Blaisey. You guys look great too." I smile and tear my eyes away from Draco who has been smirking at me while I was oogling him. "You do. Very handsome, the both of you." I say kindly to the boys. Pansy grabbed onto Blaise's bicep and said, "Let the night begin!" With her hand up in the air. I knew I shouldn't have let her down that travel-sized bottle of vodka. She giggled with glee and Blaise led her on.

I stepped outside my dorm, turning to lock my door when I felt eyes staring at me. I glanced over at Draco and saw he was lazily looking at my butt, letting his eyes rove over every shape of it. I spun quickly and decided it was best not to acknowledge it. I wanted to have fun tonight. He stuck his arm out in a very gentlemanly gesture. "Shall we?" The words rolled off his lips smoothly and deeply.

"We shall." I hooked my arm into the crook of his elbow and let him lead me.

We headed to the floo stations to get ready to go when a janitor comes to us and says, "Sorry folks, no can do. They're all out of service for the night. We're waiting on a maintenance man and he won't be here until morning."

"Surely they can work one last time? They look fine to me." Pansy says to him. I grab her hand and she looks at me. I mouth 'He's just doing his job. it's okay.' She sighs and Blaise pipes up "It's not a big deal. I'll get you in touch with my father. I'm Blaise Zabini." He's trying to use status to hustle this guy. I look over at the janitor and he has a flat expression. "I don't know any Zambeanies that can help the matter. It's still a no." The janitor replies, not recognizing the name at all.

Draco and I start laughing quietly at the mispronunciation. I turn my face into the side of Draco's black blazer, using my hand to cover it while I silently laugh. Draco is pretending to rub his nose to cover his own laughter. Blaise is fuming. He's about to go off on this poor man just trying to do his job. Pansy stops him with a firm grip on his elbow. "Let's just apparate?"

"Let's apparate." Draco confirms. He looks at me, still holding on to his arm. "Guess we'll go in pairs?" He looks at Pansy and Blaise who are holding hands and nodding. I hold on as I morph into Draco's black smoke, whirling through the air quickly. We made it across town in about 5 seconds. We land standing. His posture is so perfect if I wasn't within his smoke a few seconds ago I would swear we were just standing here the whole time. I wobble slightly. He steadies me with his firm arm. "Thank you." I say quietly. He nods and keeps his eyes trained on the sky while I observe our surroundings. Where are Pansy and Blaise? They should be here by now. I hear a loud whoosh and then a slight crash down the street from the club. Draco wastes no time leading me to see what happened, and I cling closer to him.

"Blaise you right fool! You mumbled and look where we landed! UGH!" I could hear Pansy's annoyed voice.

"Sorry Pansy Pop, geez you don't need to yell." Blaise is calm, he landed safely on his feet and Pansy landed on a dumpster lid near by. "And why did you get to land so softly?" She scoffs at him.

Draco chuckles deep in his throat, a hollow sound that vibrates his chest. "Hey guys! You made it." I tease, pulling away from Draco and helping Pansy down off the dumpster. She brushes her dress off. "Does it look bad?" She slightly twists her body and I look down at her perfect pilates-butt. "It looks fine. Not even dusty." I confirm. She smiles in relief and sends a withering look to Blaise before she begins to storm off. Heels clacking on the cement. I glace over at the boys, Blaise is now laughing and Draco is raising an eyebrow at him. "How did you manage that?" He asks Blaise. I didn't hear the answer Blaise mumbled because I turned to catch up to Pansy.

Once I did, I linked our arms and she smiled at me. "Thank you bestie. Let's get going!" She leads me to the line outside the very loud club. A red felt material has the entire front and side of the building roped off. Pansy approaches the end of the line, where there's club security. "Invitations, ladies?" He commands in his deep chesty voice. I gave him mine, still crisp and pristine. Pansy reaches down her top and the bouncer looks away respectfully. She fishes out her ticket that was snug in her bra. She hands it to him. Unfazed, he grabs the tickets, and slides a black light over them to make sure they're authentic. He lifts the rope and we get into line.

"Security's tight, hm?" I ask Pansy while I looked around at all the scantily-dressed people. One guy was wearing a white speedo and yellow furry space boots only. I shake my head in disbelief, "And they let that guy in?" I point at him where he's started doing the macarana at this girl he was trying to flirt with. She scoffs and turns her back to him. Pansy laughs her contagious belly laugh and I join in. We are hugging each other now, rocking back and forth while laughing.

"Missed us?" I feel a warm breath on my neck and my breathing hitched. I'm met with ice-blue eyes. Not being able to help myself, I lean back into him for a second. He gives me one rub down my back and leaves his hands at the small of my back. Right above the curve of my butt. I glance over and see Blaise is giving Pansy his pleading face and kissing her hand. She tries to ignore him but she's too fond of him. "Fine. You're forgiven. But you're buying me a drink." He agrees immediately and kisses her cheek. She blushes and giggles.

"Pansy and Blaise, hm?" Draco comments. I promised Pansy I wouldn't say anything so I just mustered a "Hm." The line moved. I feel Draco sliding his hand down so inconspicuously I wouldn't have noticed except for the fact he was skimming the top of my butt. When we reached the front of the line, Draco's hand was still on me but it was slid up to settle on my mid-back.

"Name?" The intimidating bouncer who was easily as big as Hagrid asks.

"Malfoy." Draco said calm, collected and with authority. The bouncers face changed immediately.

"Mr. Malfoy, please" He shuffles us all in before the door closes behind us. Pansy and Blaise make a beeline for the bar and I'm still being held by Draco. I look at him with surprise "Mr. Malfoy?" His eyes darken with lust when he hears me call him that but he quickly blinks it away.

"Yeah. I told you. I've been to plenty nightclubs." He meets my gaze looking as confident as ever. He gives me an appraising look, fully looking at me up and down. "New dress?" He pulls my hands up to his lips.

"It's Pansy's." I look down at my outfit with a smile. "Do you like it?" He replies with, "Let me see you." He holds me at arm's length and turns me, slowly, whistling lowly. When he's finished, he pulls me into him and whispers, "You look divine, darling." He slides his hands up and down my back.

"Oi! Are we drinking or are we making googly eyes?" Blaise. I chuckle and turn out of Draco's reach. He pulls me back into him and leans in to whisper, "I hope you're on your best behavior tonight." I feel a shiver running down my spine. He smirks and releases me, letting me walk ahead so he could see my form fully. I feel his eyes rove my entire frame.

I slip into the seat next to Pansy who is nursing a Pina Colada looking down-trodden. The bar tender walks up to me as I sit. "A cosmopolitan, please." He nods and begins to make my drink. I reach over and touch her elbow, "Hey babe, what's wrong?" I whisper to her, concerned. She nods towards Blaise. I look down the bar and see him flirting with two blondes. They're giggling and touching on him.

"Way to be classy Blaise" I say as I roll my eyes and rub her back. She nods, still upset. The bartender slides my drink to me with a wink. I giggle and give him a small wave. I look at my best friend Pansy. I hate when she's sad. An idea forms.

"Pans.." I say in my voice she recognizes too well as mischief. She looks at me intrigued. She drops the straw out of her mouth.

"Don't get mad. Get even." I tell her. She smirks immediately. Revenge is her favorite dish. She is a Slytherin, after all. "Let's do it." She is back to her very bold self. We look around the bar in search for our pursuits. I see two men, around our age, alone and looking at us already. I look at Pansy and she nods without saying anything. She's my girl, she knows me well.

She struts off, her drink forgotten. I carry my drink with me because there's no way I'm wasting it. The men eye us as we approach, smirks matching on their face. She slides next to the blonde one, and I slide in by the brunette with green eyes.

"Hello ladies." The brunette says

"I'm glad you joined us. We couldn't help but notice you two." The blonde agrees.

"Oh yeah? What did you notice?" Pansy says, bold now. I let her take the lead in pursuits like this. I can never be so effortlessly cool. She's the hot friend without a doubt.

"We noticed you could use some drinks?" The blonde says now, all eyes on her. The brunette looks at me with a shy smile. I return it. Suddenly, like a magnet pulling its match- I feel the energy shift and turn my attention to a certain platinum head, leaning against the bar and sipping a fire whiskey. His body is rigid. Too rigid. I think he's getting mad. I look over at Pansy who isn't even looking for Blaise anymore and is now smiling and flirting. I'm going to stay here. For her. I brush Draco's behavior off.

"Do you come here often?" The green-eyed boy asks me, trying to make conversation.

"This is my first time. Do you come here often?" He smiles gently and says, "No actually. I'm here because my friend over there" He nods to the blonde Pansy's flirting with, "Is a VIP around here I guess. He wanted me to get out of the house." He smiles genuinely, a dimple showing. I giggle and lean in, "Sounds very similar to me. Are you a homebody?" I ask him, feeling an attraction tug at my stomach. He's... sweet. He seems like a really sweet guy.

"Yes." He admits, seeming a little ashamed.

"Hey." I reach out and touch his hand gently. "I am too. It's just more comfortable. I don't blame you." I feel eyes burning the back of my head and already know who it is. I sense him miles away, especially when he's stewing. Draco.

"Yeah, it is huh? Shall I get us some drinks?" He nods at my empty cosmo. I nod. "That sounds good, thank you."

"Do you want the same drink?" He asks genuinely.

"You know what it is?" I ask, a little shocked. He chuckles a warm sound. "Of course I do. It's a Cosmopolitan. My sister gets those all the time." He smiles warmly. I feel a tug at my stomach and I nod. "Same for me then." He nods and walks away. Draco is glaring daggers at that poor guy while he's getting our drinks. I sigh. He better not ruin this night for Pansy and Blaise with his temper. The brunette returns with my drink. "Thank you!" I take a sip. I noticed he got firewhisky.

"Firewhisky, huh? Your go-to?" I ask, wanting to know more about him. He chuckles again. I can tell he's genuinely a happy man. "You caught me. This is my go-to. I like straight and to the point." He sends me a wink. Straight and to the point he wants? I lean into him, my e/c eyes looking into his moss-green. "Want to dance?" I say to him. He smiles widely and nods enthusiastically.

I turn to Pansy who is being absolutely worshiped by the blond in front of her. I smile, of course she has him wrapped around her little finger already. Effortlessly charming. He's kissing up her arm like a good little submissive boy. That's what she needed tonight. I lean in and whisper, "Hey Pans. I'm going to go dance. Back soon." She nods at me with a smile and then looks back down at the guy's lips on her.

I meet the brunette's eyes again and he smiles, "Ready?" He reaches for my hand. I tip my drink in my mouth in one smooth go. I am feeling pleasantly buzzed and ready to let loose. I grab his hand and he leads me to the dance floor with a spin. I giggle and almost loose my balance but he quickly steadies me.

I let myself get lost in the rhythm and turn to the brunette, hands on his chest and I begin swaying my hips. He smells pleasantly of Dial soap. I chuckle, he's a simple man. I like that. For tonight. He lets me choose however I feel comfortable dancing, he doesn't tug or demand things from me. It's so nice. A nice night with a nice man. Pansy orders me a third cosmopolitan, and sets it on our table next to her for me to get when I'm thirsty again.

I feel my buzz intensify and I turn and beginning grinding on him. He has a buzz going too so he grips my hips. I lean back, pushing my shoulder blade to his shoulder as I glance over at him. He's now pressed flushed up against me, a small blush at the closeness. "I never got your name?" I say quietly, knowing he can hear me at this proximity. "Oliver." He says with a smile. Oliver. That fits him perfectly. "Oliver. I'm y/n" He spins me so I'm facing him now, holding both my hands. "Nice to officially meet yo-" He suddenly stops mid-sentence and looks behind me. I watch his reaction before turning myself.

Draco is walking to me, very intently and very.... furious. "She's with me." He says simply and tugs me away, arms wrapped around my stomach. "Wait! Draco- stop!" He ignores me and hauls me on. I yell over the music "I'm sorry Oliver! I'll find you later." Oliver stands there completely confused and slightly concerned, staring after me. There's no point in fighting this. Not when he's fuming. So I let him all but carry me out. We pass Pansy's table and I grab my drink, sipping while he relocates me.

I am dragged outside where I'm suddenly released. I stand up straight and look at Draco. "Why did you do that?" I ask plainly. He stares back, seething.

"Why are you letting that stranger touch you so intimately?" He looks at me in disdain. I sigh and sip on my drink, I'm halfway done with it now.

"And you're drinking too much. Give it here." He holds his hand out for my glass. I down it while keeping eye contact and then drop the empty cup into his hand. He stares at it in disbelief.

"You don't need to babysit me. I'm not some fifth year out for the first time." I cross my arms.

"You're acting like one. A desperate one at that." He counters. I look in at Blaise and Pansy, now dancing like they haven't spent the whole night taunting each other. He catches my gaze and sighs. "I was trying to let loose and have some fun." I say softly.

"There are other ways to do that." His voice is perfectly restrained anger.

"Like what? Lean against a bar and brood all night like you?" I feel my buzz turning to drunkness. I see him laugh. Then he notices my eyes are glazing over. "Let's get you some water." He offers.

"No! You don't get to act nice after being a jerk." I say, drunkness inhabiting my vocabulary as well.

"You shouldn't be acting like a.." He trails off.

"Like a what?" I push.

"Like some desperate single woman or sexually-repressed housewife."

"What? You're joking."

"I'm not."

"I am a single woman!" He sighs and grabs my waist. I lean into his touch and let him guide me, slightly stumbling. We approach Pansy and Blaise who are now making out furiously. I spot Oliver sitting alone, nursing his drink. I feel awful. I begin to walk to him when Draco pulls me back, "Oh no you don't." I shrug him off.

"Let me at least say bye to him! He was my company all night and I liked it." Draco's eyes darken with anger and he clenches his trembling fists but lets me go.

"Oliver..." I start, gently. I don't know how he's going to react. He meets my gaze with a smile. I sigh in relief. He's too good and pure.

"Hey y/n!" Where did you go? Who was the... guy?" He asks, searching my face. I sit next to him and grab his hand. Draco has his full attention on us now, still trembling.

"He's my...." I look over at Draco who is obviously eavedropping and listening to my answer.

"He's my designated driver." Draco stiffens again. "Anyway I'm really sorry about.... that." I sigh.

"If you're in trouble and need help, let me know. I am a social worker." He responds so genuinely and kind I give him a hug. He wraps his arms around me and squeezes me back. I feel my body being pulled off him, again. He looks concerned as I'm leaving. I break from Draco and tell Oliver "I promise this is not as bad as it looks. Thank you for caring. Let's meet up for coffee...?" I slip him my number and he catches it, putting it in his pocket. He nods and waves, still concerned. Draco walks me off, hand on my lower back now.

The four of us walk into the crisp night air. Pansy and Blaise are singing one of the songs that were playing on a loop tonight, swaying and holding each other in a messy slow dance. I giggle and watch them. Draco signs and looks at me. "y/n..." He starts but I cut him off. "No. You were acting like such a brute- Oliver thought I was in a bad situation with you." Draco's eyes widen. I nod, sobering up now.

"Wowwwwww!" Pansy's drunken voice fills the air as we walk, well they stagger on the side walk. I look at her. "A shooting star!!! QUICK!" She said, way too loud. "Make a wish! Go Blaisey. WISH!" He nods and says out loud "I wish I was 5 inches taller."

"Shhhh! You're not supposed to say it out loud! Now it won't come true." Pansy shushes him.

"It's too late for me! Why I- oh!" He trips on the curb and face plants in the grass. Pansy laughs joyously and starts to make fun of him "HA! You're such a- AH!" She follows suit, falling on him by the very same curb. They roll on their backs and start laughing hysterically. Pansy takes off her shoe and throws it in the road and throws the other somewhere behind her. I quickly run to get her shoe when Draco pulls me back, just as a car speeds by promptly squashing Pansy's shoe.

"Watch where you're going, won't you? You could've been killed." Draco scolds me but I hear the fear in his voice. Pansy screams, making us all jump and look at her. "MY SHOE!" She's pointing at her squashed shoe in the road. Blaise starts laughing and she throws a handful of grass at him, it lands in his hair. He stops laughing, reaches up to feel the grass and then starts laughing again. Then we all start laughing. Except for Draco who looks very annoyed.

"I'm hungry." Blaise says, sitting up suddenly.

"Me too." I say quietly and Pansy screams "DINER TIME!!" We all flinch away from her. She begins skipping down the sidewalk in the wrong direction. Blaise heads toward the road and Draco runs up to him, putting a hand on his chest to stop him. Blaise looks around for a second, looks up at Draco and says "Thanks daddy." Draco huffs and pushes him towards me. I guess I'm in charge of him now that Draco has run after Pansy. "Heyyyy babygowrlll" Blaise says to me, wrapping his arms around me. I hug him back, at least it'll keep him still. He begins to sway us drunkenly while singing "Sweet Home Alabama". I stand still and let him do all the work. He's happy with bobbing randomly now.

"Stoooopppppp I wanna eaaaaat!" I hear Pansy yelling. I look over to see Draco now has her over his shoulders. He sets her down with a huff next to me. I grab her hand. She starts humming and twirling herself.

"Why am I in charge of them?" I ask

"Because they flock to you. Look at them." I see them both hugging me and serenading me. "You're their mother goose." He jokes. "Yeah well you're the father goose and now you're in charge." I spin them to him and they both shout "Weee" Until he grips them for support and tries to walk them.

"They're wandering again y/n!" He tells me as I start down the correct way to the diner. I sigh and walk to him. "Who do you want to get rid of?" I look at the two drunken lovers. He seems to weigh his options.

"Take her." He spins Pansy to me and she falls into my arms. "Hi booboo." She coos at me "I love you" and kisses my cheek. I stand her up straight.

"Hi boobear, I love you too. Let's get some food?" She nods and grabs my hand, happily skipping. I hear Draco chuckle behind us, "Booboo and boobear, huh?" He teases.

I roll my eyes. "It's a best friend thing." I respond to him. Pansy has now started singing "Figaro. Fiiiigaro. Figaro. Figaro. Figaro" very off key. Blaise joins in and they sing an ear-splitting duet.

Diner

"Table for four please" I ask the hostess nicely as Draco staggers under the weight of both Pansy and Blaise who are disco dancing now. She raises an eyebrow and looks at my drunk friends and leads us to a table in the very back away from everyone else.

I slide in the booth and Draco slides next to me- Pansy and Blaise on the other side.

"Do you think they should be alone on that side? They're flight risks." I ask Draco and he gives them an appraising look. They seem to be coming down from their drink-induced frenzy and are now snuggling in the booth and closing their eyes as if they're in bed.

"They'll be fine." He dismisses, looking at the menu. I look at them and they've begun to lightly doze. I watch them until they fall fully asleep.

"That was easy. Just a warm place and soft spot" I look on, astonished. He nods as I look at him- he looks tired. I lean into him.

"Feeling okay?" I whisper. He nods his head. "They're always like this when they're drunk. I'm glad you were here to help this time." I look at him with a newfound admiration.

"You are always the sober friend then?"

"Yes. By choice. I don't like to be out of control. Especially when it comes to my body." I feel a shiver run down my back at his innuendo. So innocently seductive. The waitress approaches us, eyeing the sleeping drunkies on one side of the booth.

"Can I get you started with drinks...?"

"We've had enough of those." Draco says and I giggle.

"She means soft drinks or milkshakes. They don't serve alcohol." I whisper.

"Four waters please" I ask. The waitress nods and takes her leave.

"We should get some food in them" I say quietly, looking at the dozing duo.

"Do we need to wake them now?" He looks at them warily. I put a hand on his arm and shake my head "Let's take a break." He nods, looking relieved. The waitress returns with our waters. She looks at Draco and I thoughtfully. "Do you think you're ready to order?" Draco looks completely clueless, having no idea what to order from a muggle diner.

"Two garden burgers with fries, please and...." I look over to Pansy and Blaise again. "Two orders of pancakes, hashbrowns and eggs, if you could." She nods and walks off.

"What in the bloody hell is a 'garden burger'?" Draco looks at me, appalled.

"You'll like it. Trust me. Have I ever steered you wrong?" I ask.

"Many times. You're so terrible at directions I can't even trust you to make it to Hogsmeade on your own- and it's a straight shot." I scoff but know he's right. I'm terrible at navigation.

"Well good thing you'll be around to direct me forever and ever!" I say sing-songedly. He gives me a wary look and responds, "Oh great." But I see his eyes are smiling. I hear a groan and look over at our knocked out compadres.

"If you puke, I am not cleaning after you." Draco scolds. Blaise looks around confused for a second before mumbling a, "Where are we?" to which Pansy pushes down on his chest and whines "Shuuuush. I'm sleeping." He looks at her wrapped around him and smiles, promptly passing out again.

"True love." Draco snidely says, shaking his heads at his friends. But, I can see he's quite fond of them.

"Does he like her?" I'm fishing for Pansy so I can spill later.

"Oh the fool is terribly smitten." He pretends to look annoyed but I can see the honesty in his face. He looks at me, "Slytherins are supposed to be cunning and clever, not smitten and captivated by women." He gives me a meaningful look and promptly turns away to hide it.

"Why can't they be both?" I say softly, placing a hand on his arm. He looks at me with a warm smile, "I guess we can then." He admits to me.

"We?" I respond to which he starts to try and deny but ends up staying silent, vulnerability filling his eyes. I knew what he was trying to say. He has a hard time expressing these things. I lay my head on his shoulder. He leans into me a moment before saying "Where in the blazes is this bloody food?" Trying to divert attention from this affection he secretly craves.

Like she was summoned, the waitress re-appears with our food. She eyes the sleeping two again with a sigh, "They can't stay like this. We have a business to run." I catch her eye and then look at them, "Of course, I'll wake them." She gives me a withering look and walks off.

Draco and I look at each other and bust into a fit of laughter. Catching our breath, I tell Draco "You wake them. I'm not dealing with a cranky Pansy." I shiver dramatically. He rolls his eyes.

"Fine." He looks at them warily before saying "Wake up you drunken muppets!" As he kicks Blaise's leg under the table. Blaise shoots up, Pansy falling forward for a second before she catches herself. They look around wide-eyed, trying to take their surroundings in.

"Geez Dragon, you didn't have to wake them so roughly." He looks at me, them and then back at his garden burger. "They'll be fine." He says casually while taking a bite of his food. His eyes widen.

"Good, isn't it? You're lucky you have me to introduce you to new foods." I tease. He rolls his eyes but continues eating.

"Hey! Fooooood!" Pansy squeals, catching the attention of the other diners.

"Good morning, Pans. I ordered your favorite." I tell her, reaching out to squeeze her hand.

"Bitch, you're my soulmate." She begins to dig in her food. Blaise is glaring at Draco across the table and Draco sends him a wink while he eats.

"You bloody wanker. There are better ways to wake someone. Must you be such a brute?" Blaise snaps at Draco before noticing his own food. He begins to eat it hungrily. Draco looks at me with a smug grin, "Told you they'd be fine."

"Hey! Give me a fry." Blaise says to me and Pansy nods with a, "Me too." I split my fries between the two of them. They need it more than I do to absorb all the alcohol their body took in tonight.

"Thank you, sweetheart" Blaise coos to me and Draco shoots him a threatening look. Blaise notices and looks at Pansy with a fake "Ooooo" face. They both crack up laughing, still buzzed even after their nap. I looked at Draco affectionately and he rolled his eyes at me but I seen a hint of bashfulness cross his face before he focused on his food.

Blaise takes a sip of his water and almost spits it out, "What in the bloody hell is this?" Glaring at the drink in his hand.

"Water with lemon...?" I say to him.

"It's disgusting that's what it is. I want a fizzy pop" Blaise says, annoyed.

"Drink your water 'Za." Draco starts, "Don't bother the waitress. She already hates you." Pansy starts laughing and says,

"She hates you Blaisey!" Cracking up almost in tears on a joke no one but her understands. She's gently hitting the table as she laughs loudly. I start laughing quietly, her laughter is so contagious. Blaise reluctantly chuckled and we are all laughing together. Except Draco who has his eyebrows raised at us.

"You're all bloody blitzed. The lot of you." He shakes his head and finished up his food. My laughter dies down and I lightly shove Draco's arm. "Hey I've been on babysitting duty with you 'Father Goose' " He smiles reluctantly at me and rolls his eyes, leaning into my touch slightly.

"Did you hear that, Blaisey?" Pansy starts, "She called him daddy!" I nearly spit out my water, and Draco almost choked on his food. He glares at her and I cover my blushing cheeks, embarrassed. Blaise winks at Draco and says, "Does she now? Even in public?" Draco gives Blaise a warning look with a silent threat of violence. Blaise smirks but drops it.

We all finish around the same time and the waitress couldn't bring us the check faster. She shoves the check down and looked at us, expectantly. The hint was clear- she wants us out. Draco slid his black platinum debit card in and she left and returned less than a minute later, handing him the receipt.

I look at her steadily, she looks worn, tired and probably just wants to go home. She's human, after all. "Here ma'am. Thank you for tending to us tonight." I give her a hefty tip and her face lights up. "I- thank you." She says, unused to customers being so kind to her. I smile as she leaves.

"Why did you tip her so bloody much? She was a right bitch." Draco says quietly as we steer Blaise and Pansy out the door. Pansy looked around for a moment, "Ooooh! A muggle diner! We should get some food" While she tries to stagger back in. I wrap my arm around her waist and tugged her gently out. She whines.

"We just ate Pans. We will come back tomorrow." I lie to her and she beams.

Down A Cobblestone Pathway

"OKaaaaaiie" She sings and I check on Blaise. He's in the come down phase of being drunk, looking ill. Draco watches his face carefully, seeing what his friend needs. He shows his concern and care through actions. The only authentic way. I look at Pansy and she is staring at the sky in wonder, clinging to me. How much did she drink? I'll need to keep an eye on her tonight. Blaise suddenly stiffens and Draco leads him to a trash can, knowing what was going to happen. He's taken care of drunk Blaise many times. I hold Pansy while Blaise vomits in the trash can, Draco is rubbing his back and saying, "Alright, mate. Alright."

"EW! Is h-" I shush Pansy's yell and avert her body in the opposite direction. She sighs and lays her head on mine. She reeks of alcohol and pancakes and eggs. There's a small hint of her perfume still on so I try to focus on that.

"Did you know I love you?" She coos to me, kissing my head. I smile and rub her back, "Yes I know you do, and I love you too." She sighs and continues "You are the most loyal person I have ever met. You are so kind and your soul is beautiful." She coos at me, rubbing my hair. I am not used to such displays of affection, but I'll deal with it for her. "Thank you. Guess what?" I try to distract her from her mushy words.

"What?" She says, excited now. I sigh and thank my lucky stars my distraction worked.

"I saw a fox. Look over there!" I point in some vague direction. Hopefully she'll be kept busy looking for it. I heard Blaise finish vomiting and groaning as he stood. I glanced over to see Draco stand him right back up and wrap an arm on his shoulder. He looks at me and I give him a warm smile. He gives me a tiny one back, but I can tell he appreciated the gesture.

"Alright 'Za, let's get you back." He says, leading us back to the dorms. I steered Pansy back who forgot about my lie as she started to come down too.

"I don't feel good babe" She says to me, holding her stomach. I rub her back in soothing circles and she let out a quiet groan.

"I know. We'll get you to bed. You'll feel better soon. I promise." She sighs and nods, following Draco without needing my assistance anymore. I kept my hand hovering behind her lower back just in case she topples over.

Eyes trained on the black blazer-clad back ahead of me, I pressed on. Watching him be so soft and attentive made me realize I love him. The realization feels like a punch to my stomach. I am filled with joy and terror and denial at the same time. I can't possibly. But I do. He doesn't want me like that. Or does he? No. I can't think about this. I avert my eyes back to Pansy who looked very pale. I picked up the pace, taking her by the hand.

"Dragon" I whispered. Voices seem to be too loud in this quiet evening.

"Yes, darling?" He repeated lowly.

"Do you think we should separate them? Or should we go into one of their dorms and stay with them there? In case we need to help each other with them..." I say quietly, actually just wanting to spend the night with Draco. Even if it was at the expense of our drunken friends.

"Yeah let's take them to 'Za's dorm. Pansy's is full of perfumey smells and that'll make them sicker." He responds.

Blaise's Dorm

Upon entering Blaise's dorm, I lay Pansy down on the left side of the bed. Blaise stumbled himself to the right side, plopping face-down. I grab a small trashcan to put on either side of the bed. I turn Blaise on his side which he grumbled at but let me.

I turn Pansy on her side, facing the trash. She leans up to kiss my cheek as I did. "Thank you babe. I love you." She whispers to me. I lay her down, fluffing her pillow and tying her hair into a ponytail. I kissed her head and she was knocked out. I took off her now-squashed heels, setting them on the floor, and slipped a pair of Blaise's sweats over her dress-clad hips. I know she'll pull the dress off in the middle of the night and I wanted to make sure she was still some-what decent.

I feel eyes on me and look to see Draco looking me so affectionately my heart nearly exploded right there. I smile and head over to Blaise's side, focusing on fluffing his pillow. "Could you get water?" I whisper to Draco and he nods and heads to the kitchen. I push Blaise's hair off his sticky forehead and rub his back a few times. I slip off his shoes and set them by Pansy's ran-over heels on the floor.

Draco returns with a cup of water for each of them and sets them on both bedside tables next to their heads. I quickly ran to get aspirin, setting the bottle near Pansy. She gets the worst hangovers. I walk back to Draco and we both slump on the wall, sliding down it side by side in relief.

I look at him with a smile in which he returned, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, leaving his fingers on my cheek for a few moments. Once he drops his hand, he shrugs off his blazer and laid it gently on me. I pull it to my chin and curl under his arm into his black button-up. I play with his buttons and he lays his cheek on my head. We sit in silence, hearing the quiet breathing of our friends and their occasional sleep-mumbles.

I sigh in contentment at our proximity, inhaling his Bleu de Chanel cologne and apple shampoo. I thought he dozed off with how slow he begins to breathe so I am surprised when he spoke.

"I meant what I said you know. Back at the diner." He whispers into my hair. I reflect back to try and remember what he's referring to.

"What are you referring to?" I ask, gently- trying to piece things together.

"That it's not Slytherin-like but I am smitten with a woman." I feel my stomach turn, I'm not sure I want to hear about this other woman while his blazer is laying on me along with his arm wrapped around me.

"Oh?" I try to keep my voice calm.

"Yes. You know who I am talking about?" I don't want to talk about this anymore, but clearly he wants to press it. I shake my head no.

"You." He says affectionately. I look up at him, searching his eyes, he meets my gaze and I know he is telling the truth. I beam.

"I am smitten with you." He repeats, laying it out clear as day with a warm smile. I look into his eyes, they were molten silver in this light.

"I am smitten with you, too." I admit. He leans in immediately and kisses me. I feel all his passion, longing, love and desire that has been repressed in him as well as myself. The kiss takes my breath away and warmed me from my head to my toes. As we part, we leave our foreheads touching a minute before I snuggle into his chest. I am practically buzzing with this revelation and I giggle and snuggle into him. I feel his warm arm wrap around me tighter, and his quiet chuckle back vibrates his whole chest.

He feels the same way.

"Good job tonight, mother goose." He says affectionately and kisses my temple.

"Good job tonight, father goose."

Masterlist

[bettymylove]

READER MAKING OUT HARDCORE WITH THEODORES ABS AND SHE PRACTICALLY CRIES SHES SO HORNY AND THEYRE SO PRETTY SO SHE EVENTUALLY GETS OFFF ON HIS ABS?!

needy

pairing: theodore nott x reader

content: pure smut, 18+

your hazy state and the fact that theo was just out of the shower were the two things you had decided to blame for your behavior.

you had been painfully horny all day long, so much that it hurt to walk and the only solution you were aware of for your problem was theodore nott also known as your boyfriend.

you had reached his dorm when he was still in the shower, and like the good girl you were you waited for him on his bed not once trying to touch yourself.

theo emerged from the shower with wet hair and water dripping down his body until it reached his very loosely hung grey towel which you were sure was the only piece of clothing he was wearing.

however, your attention was taken up by something else, his abs were the only thing you could focus on.

"baby, what are you doing here? I thought you were busy today" you broke out of your trance after hearing his low and husky voice.

having no patience left, you took long strides towards him and clawed on his chest so that he would angle his face towards yours.

both of your lips met in a fiery kiss, and you detached your arms from around his neck to his shoulders slightly pushing him back so that he would land on the bed with you on top of him.

your kisses started trailing downwards, sucking on his neck long enough to leave a mark.

you had untied his towel and his cock sprung out in response, your kisses finally reached his abs the place you adored the most.

licking all over his abdomen, while sneaking some licks to his dick, you moaned after you heard him groan.

if you thought you were horny before, it was nothing compared to what you were feeling now after theo forcefully put his dick in your mouth to cum in it.

you had started humping the floor out of desperation,you needed the friction,you needed the release.

"are you really such a needy whore, that you have started getting yourself off on the floor?" you only moaned out a breathy moan in response.

you finally had the courage to stand up on your wobbly knees and push theo back down on the bed again.

carefully positioning yourself on top of his abs,you started to move back and forth the friction going directly to your clit.

theo made an animalistic sound at this, "fuck baby, you really love my abs that much, huh?" he was fully smirking seeing you in this form.

"love it teddy" you responded, biting your lip.

"do you fuck your pillow like this, thinking it's my abs?" you blushed at being caught, and only nodded in response.

"you're close aren't you baby, you're gonna cum in your panties like a whore?" he had started helping you fasten your pace so that your could reach your high.

"m'your whore teddy" you managed to make out, and just as you did you reached your orgasm, it was so stretched out that you were shaking by the end of it.

"fuck that was so hot, now don't you think my dick needs a little riding too?" he asked cheekily and you were more than happy to oblige.

[nottsangel]

THREE. choking — draco malfoy

warnings — smut 18+. unprotected vaginal sex. choking. creampie.

kinkmas mlist. more.

“you feel so perfect, princess, fuck.” draco growls, his hands firmly gripping your hips as you roll them on top of him, his throbbing cock buried so deep inside of you, brushing against your cervix. with your hands resting on his bare chest, you slowly start to bounce up and down, his erection dragging so deliciously along your sensitive inner-walls, your arousal growing with every second.

“yeah? you like it when i ride you, baby?” you breathlessly ask, glancing down at him through half-lidded eyes, the tip of his cock hitting against all the right spots with every movement. draco’s fingers dig deeper into your skin, guiding your body up and down on him like you’re nothing more than his to use, and you feel his cock twitching inside of you, knowing he’s close already.

“oh, yeah… quite the sight, really. so… so beautiful on top of me.” he grunts, biting down on his lip as his grey eyes lock with yours, a small smirk forming on his face at the sight of you— your pretty tits bouncing with each thrust as you gaze down at him with those irresistible, fuck-me eyes.

to his surprise, your wandering hand then slowly snakes towards his neck, followed by your fingers wrapping around it and applying slight pressure to it. you can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s reluctant at first, but then a soft moan escapes him as the lightheaded feeling hits, only adding to the immense pleasure he’s already experiencing. without warning, he suddenly thrusts up into you, setting a relentless pace.

“oh, fu— fuck! draco!” you scream out, instinctively squeezing his throat even tighter and causing draco to see stars, his mouth hanging wide open. his firm hands grip your hips so tightly at this point, knowing it will leave bruises for days, as he pushes you hard against his own thrusts.

“bloody hell, keep going, please… just like that”

he uncontrollably spills deep inside of you at the otherworldly sensation and whiny, loud moans leave his mouth. with his sperm spilling out of you, trickling down along your inner thighs, you come not too long after him, his deep, frantic thrusts making the tip rub against that one spot continuously, sending you over the edge.

with your eyes closed, your head thrown back and your back arched, you’re momentarily lost in bliss, slowly recovering from your intense orgasm— until draco’s raspy voice quickly snaps you back to reality.

“you can— uh, let go of me now, darling.” draco manages to utter in a strained voice, causing your eyes to widen as you realise, immediately letting go of him and he takes in a deep, relieved breath.

“oh, fuck, sorry, sorry, sorry, baby. i, uh— i guess i liked choking you a little… too much.”

draco let’s out a low chuckle, biting his swollen lip as he gazes up at you through hazy, half-lidded eyes. “well, that makes the two of us, sweetheart.”

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Loathing | D.M.

summary: you and draco have loathed one another since first year, but you know something happened over the summer before your sixth year. he had changed.

pairing: rival!draco malfoy x potter!reader

includes: fluff, angst, bleeding, both of them being oblivious, both of them taking care of each other

a/n: unadulterated loathing (guess who watched wicked last week?)

The moment you met Draco Malfoy – well, the moment he insulted one of your friends and then wanted to be friends with your brother – you knew you would loathe him for the rest of your life. From every glare from across the room to house rivalries, you loathed him for all you had. Especially when he ruined your Yule Ball experience by knocking the eggnog on you and refusing to explain why, only glaring instead.

But something changed in your sixth year. He changed.

Usually, the second you got on the train to Hogwarts, he would find you and start with the insults, but this year was different. Hell, when you were trying to find Harry on the train when you got to Hogwarts, Draco walked past you without even sparing a glance. He wasn’t even in his Slytherin robes, he was just in a black suit.

Then when the quidditch season started, you learned that he had quit his position as seeker and chance as quidditch captain. You were surprised he lost almost all interest in the sport itself when he used to brag on and on about how good he was at the game. Everything he used to egg you on about was close to nothing, and it worried you just a little.

You knew something was different – he was different – and wanted to know what happened, but you knew your friends couldn’t care less about the Slytherin Prince.

“Hermoine, please tell me you noticed something wrong with Malfoy.” You murmur and enter the potions room, eyes instantly meeting the gray and blue eyes you were speaking of. He quickly averted his gaze and stared down at his potions book instead, making you frown. “He hasn’t been throwing enough insults at us this year.”

“Is that not a good thing?” She creases her brows and takes her seat beside you, pulling her potions book out of her bag. Hermione looks at you with slight unease, not really understanding why you were asking in the first place. “Besides, why should you care? Don’t you hate him?”

You don’t respond, only spinning your ring and bringing your attention back to the Slytherin Prince himself, your teeth kissing your lips in your own turmoil. He looked so tired and… Helpless. You wanted to understand what he was going through despite everything he had put you through. He was still a student at Hogwarts. It may seem out of the ordinary from your usual loathing, but if something serious was going on, you hoped to Godric that he would be okay.

For the rest of class, Slughorn assigned the most ridiculous sounding potion to create. It was supposedly the most powerful love potion in existence and when Slughorn said it could help anyone identify their true love, you doubted it. It was only when Harry properly made the potion did you test the theory out. It seemed like Lavender was having a day with the potion and kept batting her eyes at Ron, making you and Hermoine roll your eyes in annoyance.

When Slughorn called the rest of the class in pairs to come over to smell the potion and describe what they smelled, you still believed people made up with what they smelled. You thought they were just believing they smelled the person they liked. From Hermione smelling freshly-mown grass and new parchment to Harry smelling some kind of sweets, it seemed quite fake.

And you could have gotten away with not having to smell the potion when you unashamedly yawned the second Slughorn turned to look over.

“Miss Potter, since you and Mr. Malfoy seem to have found this task boring, why don’t you both come up and tell me what you smell.” Slughorn beckoned you up toward Harry’s cauldron.

Pursing your lips, you do your best not to roll your eyes as you made your way over to the cauldron, only to be overwhelmed with Draco’s cologne when smelling the potion. You glance at him from the corner of your eyes, noticing he was just as confused as you.

“Maybe tone down the cologne, Malfoy.” You mutter to him and try to find a scent that wasn’t just his stupid cologne.

He rolled his eyes at you and leaned his head down, practically hissing into your ear. “Me? Your fucking shampoo is blocking all my senses right now.”

“Like you can smell that right now.” You turn your own head and glare at him, the tension growing larger and larger.

As if you were in a staring contest of who could hate the other more, you forgot about the class and only the loathing you felt for the blonde in front of you. However, the class soon began to felt the tension, uncomfortable with how you two were behaving. Whispers began to fill the air, but you two continued to bicker.

“Maybe use less product, Potter.” Draco suggested and flicked a piece of your hair off your shoulder, ignoring the way his cheeks flamed at how close the two of you were at the moment.

You crossed your arms and squinted, hating how he had to bend just to be at eye level to you. “Says the one practically bathes in Dior Sauvage—”

“Mr. Malfoy and Miss Potter, please, go back to your seats. We have gathered all the information we need.” Slughorn spoke with an amused smile.

For the rest of the week, it seemed like the entire student body was pointing to you and whispering. Even if you were just switching classes or sitting in the Gryffindor common room with Hermione, eyes averted to you before they eventually turned away when they caught your eyes.

You didn't understand what was going on. It felt like everyone you knew began to have a knew found hatred toward you and it bugged you. Even Harry gave you questioning looks from time to time. You don't remember doing anything cruel and vile.

Eventually, you did give up guessing why everyone was giving you dirty looks. You ignored all their staring and only acknowledged the people you knew didn't mean any harm toward you. It soon became a habit for you to leave the trio alone for a good hour or two, spending time to practice spells in the room of requirements; Mainly casting your Patronus and watching it have the time of its life.

Well, until one day the room began to change on its own.

“Hello? Room of requirements?" You stood abruptly and looked around at the changing room, your Patronus dissipating in thin air.

The room began to shift in size, becoming quite large in size with piles and piles of junk. As you tripped over the old trinkets decorating the room — trying to find the exit to the ever expanding room — you cut yourself on the sudden arrival of a rusted sword.

Holding your cut hand close to you body, you glared at the room like it was your least favorite thing in the entire world. "This is not what I asked—“

“Fuck.”

You heard the voice whisper before you jumped back in surprise when the person banged on something wooden. So someone who needed the room more came. That's why. As you tried to make your way out a give the person privacy, you tripped back into another pile of junk, making you wince.

“Shit.” You mutter and do your best to remove yourself from the pile, pursing your lips when you heard footsteps approach you.

Before you could even try to hide, the said person appeared right in front of you with their wand pointed at your face. You followed the wand up until you met their eyes, making you inwardly groan at your luck.

“What are you doing?” You spoke at the same time, both of you rolling your eyes at the same time.

Hastily, you stood up from your spot on the dirtied floor and dusted your clothes off, mentally cursing yourself for being ever so clumsy.

“I asked you first, Potter.” Draco tucked his wand away, glancing down at your bleeding hand. He frowned and moved around you.

You stepped away from him, still nursing your hand. Unsure of what he was going to do, you simply answered the question truthfully.

“I was using the room to practice my spells, but it changed because apparently your needs were far more important than mine.” You watched him dig through dusted cabinets and drawers, looking for something. “Now answer mine.”

“I don’t have to.” He muttered and pulled out some type of cleanser and a kit, making you recoil at the sight. You hated the doctors and it seemed like Draco was ready to operate on your hand.

“You know? I think I should go before—" You start before he raised a brow at you, looking down at your injured hand and then back up to your eyes. "What?"

“You could get in trouble, you know?” He gestured to your hand before guiding you to sit on a bed that seemed too clean to be one of the old trinkets lying around before. "You need to clean your hand before it gets infected. Everything in here is old and dusted."

"Then I will clean my hand on my own, thank you very much." You yank the cleanser from his hands and pop the cap open. You stared at your wound before looking at the bottle, already regretting your choice.

"What?" He looked over your face, noticing the hesitation in your facial expression. "Do you need me to do it?"

"Yes, please." You whisper quickly, shutting your eyes tightly when you felt him lightly dab your cut with the cleanser. You bit your lip when it stung, nodding when he told you it would be over in a second.

“I'm done." Draco murmured and threw the cloth in the trash, watching you slowly open your eyes and look at your now bandaged hand. He nodded at you before standing, finding his way back over to a wooden cabinet.

You looked around the place, noticing the fresh bedsheets and glass of water that surely hasn't been sitting there for Godric knows how long. Tucking your injured hand in your free one, you wandered the small sleeping area before stopping at all the books piled next to it.

"Malfoy, what are you doing in here?" You take a book from the top of the pile and read its title. The Fundamentals of Vanishing Cabinets. You raised your brows in curiosity, looking over at him to find him already staring. "Well?"

“Like I said, I don't have to answer you.” He murmured and stepped toward you, taking the book from your hands.

You stared at him and frowned. His image was even worse up close. You could see the bags underneath his eyes and the gel from his hair completely gone from how many times he ran his fingers through his hair. When he glanced down at you, you were once again millimeters from each other before you both pulled away in confusion and guilt, like your skin was on fire.

“Are you getting enough sleep?" You ask as he walks toward the cabinet again, but this time, you followed him over. "I don't see you eat enough during dinner either."

“You watch me, Potter?” He spoke in amusement, lips turning down to hide the smirk that wanted to present itself to you.

“What? No!" You splutter out and look away, face flamed in warmth. "Only in hatred.”

"Whatever you say." He murmured and began tinkering with the cabinet, placing a green apple on the top shelf. "Stalker." He whispered, earning an annoyed glare from you.

“Just answer the question. Why did the room change to this mess?” You look at the bed you assumed his stayed in and then change your gaze toward the cabinet he seemed so intent on working on. “And why are you spending all your time on this old cabinet?“

He opened his mouth to speak when he winced and clutched his left forearm, making you panic ever so slightly. Draco moved to sit on the bed, pursing his lips and trying to think of anything but the pain being emitted on his arm.

You frown and take his arm in your hands, pulling his sleeve up only to silently gasp in surprise. Draco pulled his arm away and tugged the sleeve down, glaring at you.

“You’re a death eater.” You look at him with wide eyes, stepping back in shock. You looked between his arm, his frantic eyes, and then the cabinet. Your head was reeling at all the information you learned. "You got the dark mark—"

“You can’t tell anyone.” Draco whispered, almost pleading you to not tell a soul. If you told Harry, then everything would go to shit. But when he saw your face clear of all shock and shift to remorse, he knew you wouldn't go against his wishes despite him being a real threat to you and your brother.

“Why? Why did…” You move closer and clutch his arm, pulling his sleeve up again and wanting to trace the design. When he stopped you, you looked up and knew it would hurt. You nodded and thumbed the skin below it, eyes looking over the ink. “You didn’t have a choice, did you?”

Draco nodded and shut his eyes when you continued to thumb the empty space, opening them when you stopped. He knew that the gears were turning in your head when you stared at him like he was you next project — which he knew you would never call him that despite the loathing you had for him.

After seconds of silence, you open your mouth and speak softly, thumb moving over the space once more. “Can't you tell Dumbledore at all? Maybe he could do something to protect you—“

“That’s not how it works.” Draco stopped your movements and tugged his sleeve down. He caught you hesitating to look over the mark again, tilting his head to the side when you took a seat beside him. "Why are you still here?"

"What do you mean?" You murmur and trace the bandage over your hand before looking up at him, meeting his blue-gray eyes. "I can leave if you want me to. But I want to know if you'll be okay if I leave first."

You kept eye contact with him for a little longer before looking away, eyes finding interest in a silver crown in the corner. You weren't sure why you cared so much about him. It was like a switch flipped on in your mind. In all your years at Hogwarts, his taunting was a constant in your life. So when that went away, you knew something was wrong and you wanted to make sure he was okay, even if your brother hated him. It was an instinct you suddenly gained.

"Why?" He stared at the mirror across from him, catching your eyes through the reflection once more. "Is it because you want more material to tease me about?"

"Godric, no." You huff and run your fingers through your hair. "I'm not a monster, Malfoy." You let a small smile slip through when he raised his brow at you. "I'm not a monster!"

"Not saying you are, Potter." He finally smiled at you. But even through the smile, you could see how exhausted he was. With whatever he was doing for the Dark Lord, you just hoped he would be fine in the end. "If I tell you I'll be okay, will you leave me be so I can finish my task?"

You turn your head to look at him properly, looking in between his eyes. You sighed and broke eye contact, "Yes." You look back up and find him millimeters away again, making you squint. "If you don't come to potions tomorrow with any kind of retort, I will be in here waiting for you, understand?"

He rolled his eyes and nodded, "Whatever gets you out of here, Potter."

Nodding, you stand and dust off your clothes once more. Talking with Draco civically was quite a feat, but you knew it was for the better or worse. But just before you could leave the room, you heard his voice ring out to you once more, you first name falling from his lips instead of your last.

"Don't use that strong of a shampoo anymore, yeah?"

You send him a half smile, "Only if you don't apply your entire bottle of cologne."

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