#draco fic

[enzosbabyangel]

draco x bimbo hufflepuff reader would go so hard as a fluff or smut - i feel like that could work...somehow

☆｡° Thinking ‘bout Draco who has a fixation on a stupid and cute lil Hufflepuff

cw: 18+!, mdni, bimbo!Hufflepuff!reader(duh), possessive/toxic behaviour, but Draco still cares for reader in a (toxic) way :), clingy!reader kind of, sex toys(vibrator) overstimulation, slapping, choking, jealous!Draco, use of the words ‘dumb slut’ and ‘bitch’ when referring to reader, degradation, mentions of deepthroating

a/n: As a stupid, cute and Hufflepuff girly with a big crush on Draco, i really wanted to write this 😮‍💨 i’ve missed my man so much. Might also do a fluffy version of this prompt. Hope you like it 💞

Intrigued was an understatement when it came to describing Draco’s interest in you. Though it was a more, lustful and control kind of intrigue compared to that of regular intrigue.

You were a cute little thing. Always nice. Always being done up, whether that be hairstyles, scents or accessories. You were also, bashfully unaware of how inappropriate you were at times.

You loved to hike your skirts up high. Showing off the delicious curve of your thighs due to your thigh high socks you always wore pushing the fat of your thighs up. You also managed to adjust the size of your blouse, most likely the only thing you properly knew how to do, sew. How you were even at Hogwarts considering your incompetence is a mystery to the platinum blonde.

One thing he observed about you is how you seemed to cling to anyone who gave you an inkling of attention. Perhaps it’s why you’ve had so many boyfriends.

Simply put, you’re easy.

That’s why Draco was so curious about you. Most of the female students as they grow up, grow out of the ditzy, ‘desperate-for-attention’ mindset. But here you are, in your final year of Hogwarts, still acting like a stupid, ‘only-good-for-looking-at-and-sex’ ditz.

He expected to use you as every other guy you’ve ever dated has. Use you to make his ex jealous or upset, for some nice hookups. What he didn’t expect, however, was for you to somehow manage to wriggle your way into his heart as deep as you did.

You managed to look past his toxic and rude behaviour and habits. Too stupid in the head to realize, or dick whipped. One of those. You were so easy to manipulate. So delicate with your emotions, making it easy to twist and turn them as he pleased.

There was no way he would be stupid enough to lose someone like you. Now that you were too stupid to listen to the warnings of your friends, you were his. His property simply put. He owned you now, and he knew damn well that any inch of you that knew, it didn’t care in the slightest.

And everyone knows, Draco most certainly doesn’t like to share what’s his. So he was quite unhappy after learning that Mattheo, the slytherin man whore, tried flirting his way into your pants at a party. His hands roaming and groping what he knew was Draco’s.

And the worst part? The fact you let him.

“Aww? are you expecting me to go easy on you? After that stunt you pulled?” He tsked, Hand gripping your jolty body as he roughly held a vibrator to your clit. Fingers digging into the flesh of your hips.

You whined, desperately trying to move away from the overwhelming pleasure that was taking over your body. “Please-! S’i didn’t do anything!” You whined, done up nails scraping at Draco’s hand on your hip.

Draco sighed as if tired with your level of idiocy. Pushing the vibrator harder against your clit eliciting a cracked, loud whine to tear from your lips. “Yes you did.” He said simply, his jaw clenching as he looked down at you. Feeling a pang of sympathy for you while he looked at your teared stained face and overstimulated body that tried hard to get aways from his hold and the vibrations of the toy.

‘Screw you for making me bloody soft’ Draco thought as he increased the pace of the vibrator. But decided to go slightly softer on you nevertheless. “Think. When you figure it out and tell me, i’ll stop.” He instructed simply. Smirking as you let out a soft whine of frustration.

“I don’t know..” You pouted, closing your thighs around his wrist and the toy as you tried to kick them both away. Whines tearing through your throat as you jolted at the painful level of pleasure. Gasping for breaths as you prayed for a break.

Sighing, Draco’s eyes narrowed. Feeling completely irritated at how stupid you were. His fingers digging into the flesh of your hip as he spoke again, his tone cold and unyielding.

“Think. I’ll be nice and give you a hint: Mattheo.”

Your eyes shot open at that, confusion wiping over your face as you tried hard to think. “What about him?” You whined. Not understanding where Draco was going with this.

“If you want me to tell, than you gotta cum again.” He spat, voice mixing with sternness and sick lust. He knew that it would mostly take you all night to figure out what you did, your stupid ‘lil brain not being good for much. So he’ll play nice tonight, let you rest, then continue his little punishment tomorrow.

You let out a pathetic whimper but nodded nevertheless. Desperate to get a break. “Yes yes! i’ll cum one more time… please just tell me.”

Draco hummed as he spoke, tone now lighter as you begged for him. God, you sounded like such a fucking dumb slut for him, he was growing slightly tired of it but couldn’t deny the effect it had on him, more specifically his cock. “He was flirting with you and you let him.” His words were simple.

You let out a sound of confusion. Brows furrowing as you panted. Thighs shaking and voice stuttering as you got closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. “W-what? N-n..no-! i-“

You tried to explain yourself but was cut off by a slap landing across your face. Gasp leaving your lips at the sudden sting as your face quickly turned the other way with the impact.

Draco’s hand made its way to your throat as he got up on his knees, pushing the vibrator harder against you as if your cut-short sentence ticked something off in him. “Don’t. I don’t want to hear your pathetic excuses. If you’re gonna act like a dumb bitch then you’ll be treated like one. Now shut up and take it.”

He degraded, tone sharp as if hair fell over his face. Hand tightening noticeably around your throat.

You screwed your eyes shut as more tears started to form, both from his words and the overstimulation. Your thighs aggressively shaking as your body instinctively tried moving away from the pleasure.

Draco bit his lip as he saw the new tears form in your eyes, feeling a pang of guilt at his words. However he quickly tried to push it down. He couldn’t let you know the affect you had on him, and at the end of the day, dumb sluts deserved to be punished when they act out.

“You gonna cum?” He taunted as he felt your body trying to wiggle away from him. Jolty legs hitting his back as you whined, whimpered and panted. Smirk forming on his face as he saw you nod frantically. “Go on, cum.”

His simple command had your body listening immediately. Strangled and loud whine escaping from your throat and up out of your mouth. Thighs shaking uncontrollably as you tried to close them.

Draco set the vibrator to the lowest setting as you came, helping you ride out your orgasm as he watched your figure below him. A flicker of unusual and typically unseen softness crossing over his features. Turning the vibrator off as you finished cumming, hand on your throat letting go and running down your waist soothingly.

You panted as you came down from your high. Your poor swollen ‘n used pussy finally getting a break. A soft whine fell past your lips as your body laid limp. Only your legs bent up and covering your still slightly shaky body.

Draco hummed, giving you a couple seconds of peace as he threw the vibrator aside. Hand falling down to grab his clothed erection through his clothes as he admired your form before speaking.

“Don’t think you’re done sweetheart. Since i decided to go easy on you, you’re going to let me use your throat as i please and until i’m satisfied.”

₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . written by enzosbabyangel, 2025 on tumblr! © do not repost on any third party website or repost as yours. Doing so will result in me blocking you and reporting.

[kryptonitejelly]

draco malfoy x reader (female)

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

send draco requests.

-

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.

[lqveharrington]

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."

©lqveharrington - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other media platforms

[lov3notts]

yours, always

summary: draco’s gift to you for valentines

a/n: i’ve decided to release the other boys stories, theo is next :)!!

mattheo’s version; draco’s version; theo’s version

Navigation; masterlist; request rules

Hogwarts on Valentine’s Day was a spectacle. The Great Hall was filled with floating pink and red decorations (courtesy of Professor Flitwick’s overenthusiastic charms), enchanted roses whispered love notes to passersby, and heart-shaped confetti drifted through the air. It was sickeningly sweet—at least, according to Draco.

"Honestly, who thought pink was an acceptable color for the ceiling?" he muttered as the two of you walked through the castle corridors.

You rolled your eyes. "It’s festive, Draco. You don’t have to act like it’s a personal attack."

"It is a personal attack. On my eyes, my dignity, and my ability to keep my breakfast down." He shot a glare at a pair of Hufflepuffs giggling over a stack of enchanted chocolates before turning back to you.

"Speaking of which, you’re not expecting me to do any of that ridiculous Valentine’s nonsense, are you?"

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Of course not. I know you, Malfoy. If you were going to do something, you’d act like it was my idea and then pretend you weren’t trying too hard."

Draco’s smirk twitched. "You wound me, love. I am a man of mystery."

You snorted. "You are a man of dramatics."

He gasped, clutching his chest. "I see how it is. I pour my heart into this relationship, and this is what I get."

You rolled your eyes fondly, nudging his shoulder. "Come on, I have to get my Potions book from the common room before class."

He followed you without question, hands stuffed into his pockets as you made your way to the dungeons. The Slytherin common room was mostly empty, the fire crackling low in the hearth. You were halfway to your dormitory when Draco suddenly grabbed your wrist, pulling you back toward him.

"Wait."

You turned, eyebrows raised. "Draco, what—?"

Before you could finish, he placed something into your hands—a small black envelope, sealed with silver wax and a small velvet box.

You blinked, looking down at it. "What’s this?"

Draco shrugged, but his fingers twitched slightly at his sides. "Just open it, will you?"

Curious, you carefully broke the seal and pulled out a neatly folded piece of parchment. As your eyes scanned the words written in his elegant, slanted handwriting, your breath caught.

"Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

You should know by now that I don’t do grand romantic speeches. I’m not going to stand on a table in the Great Hall and declare my undying love for you—mainly because McGonagall would have me scrubbing cauldrons for the rest of my life. But I will say this:

You are the only thing in this castle that makes any of this ridiculous nonsense bearable. You make me laugh when I want to hex someone. You challenge me when no one else dares. And somehow, despite my many, many flaws, you still choose me.

So, this is me choosing you. Today. Tomorrow. Every day after that.

Yours, always.

— D.M"

Your heart clenched. You read the note twice, then again, just to make sure you weren’t imagining things. You slowly opened the velvet box, revealing a delicate silver bracelet, its charm a tiny serpent curled protectively around a shimmering emerald.

"It’s charmed," he said, voice softer now. "To keep you safe. And warm, if you ever need it." He hesitated, then added, "I had it made for you."

You blinked, surprised. "Draco… this is beautiful."

When you finally looked up, Draco was watching you, his usual smirk softened at the edges, warmth flickering behind his eyes.

You didn’t say anything else. Instead, you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. He stumbled back slightly but caught you with ease, his arms tightening around your waist.

"I take it that means you liked it?" he murmured, amusement laced in his voice.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, giving him a quick kiss on his lips "You’re an idiot, Malfoy."

"Charming."

"But you’re my idiot."

His smirk returned, but this time, it was warm. Real. He cupped your face, brushing his thumb against your cheek before leaning in, his lips brushing yours in a slow, lingering kiss.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against yours. "Happy Valentine’s Day, love."

"Happy Valentine’s Day, dray."

And as much as he complained about the holiday, you knew—without a doubt—that this was the best one he’d ever had.

ᥫ᭡reblog's & comment's are appreciatedᥫ᭡

©lov3notts ,do not copy, translate or claim any of my writing or works as your own.

[goldenbuckyyy]

LOVER

Summary: An inside look into the happily ever after between you and Draco that is well deserved.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3kish

Warnings: SMUT (!!), raw sex, synchronized orgasms, slight dirty talk, cream pie, making out, established relationship.. anything else?! Let me know!!

A/N: I had always been wanting to write this little epilogue for my favorite little story, Heather. Please read my previous post which is just an explanation into why I hadn’t posted in a while! I hope you enjoy this. Title inspo: “Lover” by Taylor Swift.

All mistakes are my own. Please do not repost or translate my fics on any other side nor this one. 

I appreciate any likes, reblogs, messages, and interactions. Please message me your thoughts! Love reading them. 🫶🏻

Story Masterlist | Main Masterlist

“Shhhh, baby. You gotta be quiet,” your husband rasps into your neck, his deep voice sending goosebumps loose all over your skin, as he licks a small strip up to your chin as he proceeds to nibble on your bottom lip. His warm, soft hands touching your skin which makes you feel like you're burning underneath him. 

You clench your eyes together to try and make sense of all of the different sensations you’re currently feeling. 

A strangled moan chokes its way out of the back of your throat as he angles his hips upwards to go in deeper as you instinctively wrap one of your legs around his waist to give him better access. Your hands touch his soft skin around his waist as you hold onto him, gripping tightly into his flesh. 

Your bodies synching together like they always have. Even after all these years. No amount of time would ever come close to being enough. You’re always going to want more. 

More. More. More. 

Your husband steals your moans as he covers your mouth with his own, his lips moving against yours softly, and your arms wrap around his neck to pull him into you. One of your hands moves into his hair, tugging at the roots gently as his own hands move to grip onto your hips, and you both start moving together. Speeding up when you start feeling the familiar ache in your lower belly. 

You both pull away from each other's necks, smiling when you both notice the same reflexes, and you reach up to kiss your husband's sweet mouth once more. His thrusting only grows rougher and deeper, but still moves with caution and it makes your entire body erupt in chills as you both moan into each other's mouth when you climax together. 

Always together. 

Your toes curl into the bed as your husband continues to thrust into you, spilling himself completely into your warmth, and you peck his lips a couple times as he leans his forehead against yours. Both letting out loud pants and small giggles. A cheeky grin overtakes his face as his eyelashes flutter against his creamy skin. 

His beautiful silver eyes meet yours as he kisses the tip of your nose and then he slowly pulls out of you which makes you whine at the loss of contact and he flips down next to you. He chuckles deeply as he rubs his chest, which is moving rapidly as he comes down from his orgasm, and his fingers brush against your breast. 

His fingers caress your naked skin around your chest, “God, I love you. I love how we’re still in sync even after all this time.” 

“So do I,” you whisper back sweetly to him as you reach over to him to kiss his cheek, which makes him flush like he always does, and you slowly start getting off the bed. You use the bedside table to steady yourself as you stand up. 

“It’s starting already?” He yells after you as you speed walk into the master bathroom that you are so incredible thankful for at this second because you feel like your bladder is about to burst. 

“Shush,” you exclaim back with a giggle as you proceed to finally sit down on the toilet and have yourself a wee. Your entire body relaxes at the feeling and you look down at your protruding belly. 

Three months to go. 

You reach over to grab your belly oil and rub it all over your stomach as you relax for a second. You almost jump off the seat when you hear your husband's voice from the door. 

“You’re a sight, my love.” 

“Draco!” You exclaim with an eye roll as you watch him watching you. He stands against the bathroom door, leaning against it, still naked, and you let yourself take in his body in its full glory. 

You take a minute to admire his muscular posture with his lean frame. You admire his creamy, milky skin which is covered in bruises. Which were caused by your mouth. Always leaving them everywhere because you absolutely loved to mark him up. You always made sure they were in places that could be hidden underneath his Auror robes. 

He still brought up the one time you accidentally marked him above the collar mark and everybody teased him for weeks until it faded away. Especially since Draco never used glamour charms on his skin. 

You admire his long legs with his equally long torso and you loved how tall he was. He always made you feel safe and secure in his arms. You lick your own lips as your eyes land on his valuable member. 

Your stomach tingles as he slowly strokes himself, still a bit hard for your morning activities, and you let out a laugh. 

“Stop it,” you demand as you clean yourself up and proceed to wash your hands. You stare at him from the mirror with a small smile. 

“Stop what?” He questions with a smirk as he goes to the toilet to do his own business. 

“I’m already pregnant with your sixth offspring because of that thing!” Your eyes looking wide at his cock in his hands. 

Draco lets out a loud, belly laugh that makes the corner of his eyes crinkle as he cleans himself up. “Technically it’s only your fifth pregnancy!”

“Don’t act like you don’t absolutely love it,” he whispers as he places a big kiss into your warm cheek causing you to giggle again. 

You leave him be as you walk into your shared walk in closet. You pull over a matching pair of baby blue knickers and a soft bralette. You wiggle your way into your comfiest pair of black leggings and soft knit white jumper. You slip your feet into your fuzzy gray slippers and start making your way down the hallway. Your ears are perking up trying to hear any signs that your kids are up.  

You start making breakfast the muggle way, thanks to Hermoine for teaching you, and you’re humming along to a song when the first sign of life invades your senses. 

You feel small hands sneak up on your belly as you smile brightly, pausing as you mix the eggs, and look down at bright gray eyes looking up at you. 

“Good morning, mummy!” Your little five year old daughter, Aries, whispers as she shows off her bright toothy smile. 

You bend to kiss her forehead as she giggles, “Good morning, my little angel. Where’s your brother?” 

She rubs your belly lightly as she then skips to her usual chair around the family table, “Brushing his teeth, mummy.” 

“Did you brush yours already?” You ask with a raised eyebrow and she giggles even louder. 

“Duh, mummy!!” 

Right on time, Aries' twin brother Phoenix, comes running down the hallway.. excessively loud and giggling as your oldest ten year old son, Scorpius is chasing after him. Your seven year old, Leo, is walking behind them slowly. Yawning and rubbing his eyes lazily as he trails into his seat at the table as he moans out a good morning to you and blows you an air kiss. 

“Be careful!!” You yell after them as Aries only watches them with a smile on her face as you continue cooking breakfast. You hear louder footsteps as Draco comes into the kitchen, ready for the day in his Head Auror robes, and holding your three year old daughter in his arms. 

He reaches you, pecking your lips sweetly as if you didn’t just spend the morning wrapped around him, and lets you kiss Lyra’s soft cheek as she smiles at you. Her tiny hand touches your hair slightly. 

Her eyes that match yours watch you as Draco walks away from you and tries to wrangle up all the kids for breakfast before he has to leave for work. 

The kids are all yelling, moving, and proceeding to sit in their favorite seats. You and Draco proceed to move in sync together as you both gather plates for the kids. Moving to fill each with cut up pancakes, scrambled eggs, cut up strawberries, and each kid getting their favorite drinks. You quickly make Lyra a yogurt bowl with extremely small slices of strawberries on the side and a cup of her favorite milk. 

Bumping hips and sneakily smiling at each other. 

Draco starts handing each one of your shared kids their own special plate and drink as you make your own plate along with your husbands. 

You set the plates down as you hand Draco’s hot coffee that’s under a stasis charm as he hands you a thankful smile and passes you your own cinnamon tea in your mug. 

The room is soon filled with loud children talking.  Scorpius and Leo arguing about what to do today after daddy gets home. Debating on if they should play quidditch or have a family movie night since it’s Friday. Which means daddy gets the weekend off. Aries and Phoenix are munching on their breakfast loudly and making silly faces at each other which causes them to giggle excessively at each other. Lyra sits in her high chair as she observes her siblings with a silly little smile on her face and trying her best to eat her yoghurt with her tiny pink spoon. 

Draco feeds her small bites of his own pancakes as Lyra happily accepts them. 

“What are your plans today, baby?” 

You hum as you finish your bite of food, “Hermoine and Pansy are coming over today. They say they want help with the wedding planning, but I think they’re having godchildren withdrawal.” 

Draco snickers at that with a slight eye roll, “Of course they are. Our children are the best.” 

You smile at him, “So, Pansy told Theo and now he’s coming over with the kids as well.” 

Draco nodded his head, “I’m sure Potter is happy about that.” 

“Anything to get Theo away from his nesting habits and begging Harry for another baby,” you say with a soft smile as you think of your best friends. 

Draco scoffs and rolls his eyes playfully, “I’m sure his baby fever will end once he sees your pregnant belly and our adorable Lyra. Didn’t they just adopt baby Sirius?” 

“Baby Sirius is going to be four already! Then Lily and James are already Scorpius age. Theo is just scared of empty nesting, but Harry says he wants to wait until this big case he’s dealing with passes.” 

Draco hums in agreement, “I wish we were like that.” And he proceeds to give you a soft teasing smile.  

You poke him with your fork and shake your head, “We have kids basically every two years, these twin girls are the last ones!” You eye him with an authoritative look. 

“Anything you say, my love.” 

“Do you think Hermoine and Pansy will ever adopt or have kids of their own?” You ask as you watch Lyra to make sure she’s eating. Draco doesn’t miss the tone of your voice at your question. 

“You’ve noticed the way Hermoine looks at your belly, huh?” 

“I have,” you reply softly. “It’s just.. Pansy always says she’s okay with just being a godmother, but ‘Min…” you trail off with a sad smile. 

Draco reaches over to your hand and squeezes, “I understand, trust me. Maybe get a second with Granger and just talk to her about what we’ve noticed.” 

“Maybe. I don’t want to overstep,” you say as you sip your drink. Scorpius is the first one that finishes eating and he quickly thanks you for breakfast with a kiss on your cheek as he moves to start washing the dishes. You admire your first born for a second and can’t help but love how much he looks like his father and how big he’s gotten. 

The same milky white skin with bright pale hair and even with the same matching gray eyes. His exact copy. Oh, you can’t help but tear up at how much you love your first baby boy. The first baby that made you a mother and taught you about a mothers love. 

The one who made you want a million more babies. 

Leo and Phoenix soon start helping clean up the plates as Draco helps Lyra get cleaned up. Aries helps him as you use your magic to clean up the table and Lyra’s high chair. 

You hum in contentment as you proceed to kiss the cheeks of all your kids. Scorpius blushes, Leo kisses you back, Phoenix and Aries giggle, and Lyra pulls you in to attack you with kisses and hugs. Draco soon jumps into all the loving before he has to floo to work. 

Draco piles all the kids into his arms as he squeezes them into his arms and then tells them to go play before their cousins come over. 

He gently pulls you into his arms as one of his hands slips underneath your jumper to rub your belly as he kisses your lips sweetly. The feeling of his lips on your sends sparks all over your body like it always does and you savor his taste. 

“I love you,” you whisper into him as he smiles against your lips. 

“I love you more,” he whispers back with a couple more pecks against your smiling mouth. 

“Be careful and I’ll see you soon,” you kiss your lips one more time as he steps into the fireplace. 

“Always am, my love. And I’ll be counting down the minutes,” he says with a wink as he grabs a handful of floo powder and calls out his location. He bursts into green flames and your hearing soon fills with the sounds of your children’s giggles and loud voices playing together.  

You take a moment to take it all in. 

Loving the same boy… now man for as long as you can remember. The amazing life you both have built. It was never easy and there have been many hardships, but it was incredibly worth it. 

What a beautiful life you both had built slips into your mind as you smile to yourself in pure bliss. 

[zuzu-tries-to-write]

Unraveling You

A Draco Malfoy x Reader Fanfic

It’s my first time writing a Draco fan fic and honestly I love jealous Draco so that’s exactly what I did, hope you enjoy!!

Draco Malfoy had always been a thorn in your side. If there was an opportunity to sneer at you in the corridors, he took it. If he could slip a sharp insult your way in Potions, he never hesitated. And if he could make you roll your eyes in frustration, it was almost as if he lived for it.

“Trying to impress Potter, are you?” Draco had scoffed one morning when he caught you laughing with Harry in the Great Hall. His silver eyes flickered over you with that ever-present smirk, but there was something darker in them today—something sharper.

You didn’t dignify him with a response, just rolled your eyes and continued your conversation with Harry, pretending Draco wasn’t even there. But the truth was, you had grown used to his taunts. It was almost routine at this point.

What you didn’t know was how deeply they were rooted in something else entirely.

Jealousy Burns Hot

Draco had always harbored something for you—something so frustratingly strong that it made his chest ache. But he wasn’t the type to get flustered or awkward. No, he hid it the way he hid every vulnerability: behind sharp words and cruel smirks.

And for a while, that worked. Until you started getting closer to him.

Harry bloody Potter.

It wasn’t just that you were friends. It was the way you laughed with him, the way you leaned in when he spoke, the way you seemed so comfortable around him—like he was the one you trusted most.

And Draco hated it.

At first, he tried to convince himself it didn’t matter. But then, he started seeing it everywhere.

In the library, where you sat beside Harry, nudging him playfully when he got a question wrong.

In the courtyard, where you’d been standing just a little too close for Draco’s liking.

In class, where you exchanged knowing glances with Potter, ones Draco felt he should be the one getting.

He tried to ignore it, but jealousy had a way of twisting its claws into him, making his blood run hot with frustration. Until one evening, when he finally snapped.

The Confession

It was late. Most students were heading back to their dormitories, but you had taken a detour through the courtyard, the crisp night air cooling your skin.

Draco, of course, was waiting.

“You really are oblivious, aren’t you?”

You turned, surprised to see him stepping out of the shadows, his arms crossed, his expression unreadable.

“Excuse me?” you shot back, unimpressed.

He took a step closer. “All that time with Potter. Tell me, do you actually like him, or are you just doing it to piss me off?”

You let out a dry laugh. “Oh, that’s what this is about? You’re jealous.”

His jaw clenched. “I’m not jealous.”

You tilted your head. “Really? Because it sure looks like it.”

Draco stepped even closer, and suddenly, the air between you shifted. His usual smugness was gone, replaced by something raw, something desperate.

“Just… answer the question,” he murmured, his voice lower now.

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Harry’s my friend, Malfoy. Not that it’s any of your business.”

His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “It is my business when I—” He exhaled sharply, running a hand through his platinum-blond hair. “Bloody hell, I can’t stand seeing you with him.”

Your breath caught. “Why do you care so much?”

Draco’s gaze was piercing as he took another step, closing the gap between you until you could practically feel the warmth of him.

“Because it’s not him you should be laughing with,” he muttered, his voice laced with frustration. “It’s not him you should be looking at like that.”

Your heart pounded. This wasn’t the Draco Malfoy you were used to.

Then, before you could process it, he reached for your wrist, pulling you closer until your chest almost brushed against his. “It should be me.”

Your breath hitched. “Draco—”

“I like you,” he admitted, voice rough. “I hate how much I like you. And I hate that I had to watch you with him before I could say it.”

You stared at him, stunned. Because for the first time, there was no arrogance in his expression. No smugness. Just Draco.

But still, you weren’t sure how you felt. He had tormented you for so long. “You think you can just—say this, and everything changes?”

His fingers curled around your wrist, his grip warm and insistent. “No. But I can show you.”

And then he kissed you.

The Heat of It All

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t slow.

It was desperate, filled with frustration and longing, like he had been holding this in for far too long. His lips crashed against yours, demanding, hungry, as if he was trying to prove something.

Your mind barely had time to catch up before you found yourself kissing him back, heat flaring in your chest, spreading through your veins. His hands were gripping your waist now, pulling you flush against him, and the way he kissed—like he needed this more than air—had your knees going weak.

You shouldn’t want this. You shouldn’t like this.

But Merlin, you did.

Your hands tangled in his hair, and he groaned against your lips, deepening the kiss, his grip tightening like he was afraid you’d pull away. His body pressed against yours, his lips trailing to your jaw, then back to your mouth, each kiss more desperate than the last.

When you finally broke apart, gasping, his forehead rested against yours.

“You drive me mad,” he murmured, breathless.

Your fingers were still tangled in his hair, your own breath just as unsteady. “You deserve it.”

A low chuckle rumbled in his throat. “Probably.”

And then, just like that, he kissed you again.

This time, you didn’t resist.

Because somewhere between his jealousy, his confessions, and his desperate kisses, you realized something terrifying.

Maybe you did feel something for Draco Malfoy after all.

And maybe, just maybe, you wanted more.

[andillneverbethesame]

CASUAL

❥ draco malfoy x reader

❥ warnings; oral sex, implied vaginal sex, not reread — may contain gramatical mistakes

❥ word count; 2,3k

❥ a/n; ik i should be prob writing your ts requests but i've been listening to casual by chappel roan sm lately and got idea for this fic sorry for the second smut not being written. i realized how much i don't like writing it.

you and your dear friend daphne greengrass were seated in the slytherin's common room sofa, doing your potion's homework on the last minute.

"ugh, does snape hate us? this is an awful homework!" daphne complained with her head in her hands.

"i agree," you spoke. "this is taking forever. and i gotta meet draco in-" you checked your watch "-fifteen minutes."

daphne sighed, making you glance at her with a raised eyebrow.

"got a problem, greengrass?"

she stared at you, contemplaining on what she should say. "i think you're a loser that you're still hanging around and let him treat you like that."

daphne didn't like draco before this thing between you two even started, none of your friends did. but they hate him even more, knowing he's wiping the floor with you.

"you don't know how sweet he actually is," you tried to convince her. and a bit yourself, too.

"it's a facade."

in that moment, you could see from the corner of your eye two girls walking past you and eyeing you up and down.

"do you think it's serious between her and malfoy?" asked one the other.

"nah. nott said malfoy told him she's just a girl he bangs on his couch." answered the other.

you froze. this was so humiliating. you could only hope that those were just rumours and draco never said anything like that to theodore. you could ask nott, but you doubt he would tell you if he really heard him say that. him and draco were the best of friends.

you met daphne's look that clearly said, "i told you so."

"oh, fuck off!" you packed your things and left the common room.

draco said to meet him in the library, so that's where you were heading. on your way there, you tried your best to ignore the looks and the whispers of other people. it was a date night, after all. you were determined not to let your mood be ruind by silly things like that.

the library was quiet as always. you always thought draco asked to meet you there because it's such a calm, romantic place. plus, both you and draco loved reading so you'd spent your date time like that. however, daphne suggested a few weeks ago that the reason draco wanted to meet in the library, was the fact that there weren't much people in the evening hours, so no one would see you there. you could only hope that that wasn't the case.

you found him at his usual spot in the right back corner of the library.

but he was not alone.

he was seated at the table while pansy parkinson was sitting on the table with her legs crossed. you could see her fingers slightly lifting up her skirt, revealing her underwear. and the worst thing was: draco was looking. and by the way he smirked and licked his lips, he liked it.

rage filled your entire body but you decided to play it cool. you put on a smile and made your way over to them.

"hey, pansy," you said, still smiling brightly. "didn't expect to see you here. haven't you got a better thing to do than flirting with other girl's man?"

she rolled her eyes and got off the table. she send draco a wink and blew him a kiss before leaving.

you huffed and took a seat opposite to draco. he continued on reading his book, but as if he could feel the daggers you've been sending through his head, he lifted his gaze.

"what?" he asked, acting clueless.

"care to explain why it looked like if i didn't walk in you two would be shagging each other's brains out?"

"we wouldn't." you swore you could see his eyes crinkling. what a fucking liar. "why do you care anyway? are you jealous?"

"yeah, i am!" you admitted. "we are together. you have me. so why do you still cave other's girl attention so badly?"

he snorted. "we're not together."

you froze, feeling humiliated once again. this was so embarassing you wished you had the ability to melt into the ground. but you didn't. all you could do was stare at him for a few seconds before letting a faint "oh" leave your lips. you couldn't help it. tears started to form in the corners of your eyes.

draco saw that. "i'm sorry, baby. i told you no attachment." his arm reached over the table and placed it over yours.

"i know. you're right. i'm sorry," you apologized although you had nothing to apologize for.

draco stood up from his seat and kneeled in front of you. "it's okay, i forgive you. you're someone i couldn't lose." and then, his hands went to the sides of your face and his lips to yours. although, you were deep down still feeling angry. the feeling of his kiss made it vanish.

------------------------------------------------

"oh merlin!"

you were in draco's limousine, your legs were over the boy's shoulders and his head was between your thighs. you gripped his blonde hair. he was truly a master at this. his tongue worked perfectly on you, eating you out as if he was starved and as if he never tasted anything better.

you were sure his fingers would leave a mark from the tight hold on your outer thighs. but you didn't mind. it would be there to remind you of the best head of your life.

his tongue flicked over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body each time he touched that one spot that caused you to see heaven. your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as your nails dugged into the skin of his shoulders. you were close to the edge despite it being only five minutes.

your glassy eyes watched him. it was truly a wonderful sight that could alone make you come. and then, his icy blue eyes met yours. and that was all you needed to fall apart under his touch.

when you finally collected yourself and draco wiped his mouth with a napkin he pulled from the back pocket of his pants, you two sat in silence with your head on his shoulder and his arm around your body. this was one of the moments you refused to believe that draco believed it was casual. him kissing the top of your head, his fingers intertwined with yours, him smiling when you drew a heart on the limousine's foggy window-

"would you like to meet my mother?"

-him asking you to meet his mother-

wait. what?

your eyes went wide as you pulled away from his embrace. "what?"

he shrugged. "my mum wants to meet you."

you raised an eyebrow and smiled. "you told your mum about me?" that was surprising. i mean, sure, you told your mum about him too, but that was different. this meant everything to you while it meant very little to nothing to draco.

"no," he shook his head and your smile dropped. "i'd bet all my money it was zabini or nott."

"oh, right. well, if you'd like me to, i'd like to meet your mum."

"great," he nodded. "i think you'd like her. i'm not so sure about my dad but. . ." he didn't finish his sentence and you didn't ask kim, knbowing how the relationship between him and lucius was.

you were about to meet his parents. was it still casual?

---------------------------------------------

you gasped at the sight of the malfoy manor. it was twice bigger than you expected. the gate opened and you two walked in to the property.

"how rich are you?" you asked him, still gaping.

"enough to never have to work for the rest of my life," he replied with a smirk.

"hm, i'd like that."

and then, your mind began on creating fantasies again. you were dumb. but you loved it. you dreamt of you and draco in a year, after you two graduate. you dreamt of living together and it didn't have to be in a manor large like this one. it could be in a room at three broomsticks. it didn't matter as long as you two were together. and then, maybe you two would be something. and he'd show you off to everyone.

you blushed at the thought. these fantasies are fatal.

draco opened the large door to the manor and you two walked in. for some reason, it was a bit colder than the outside air but you could imagine yourself spending time there.

"mother?" draco called out but there was no response. but then, an elf walked into the hallway and the boy asked him, "dobby, where are mother and father?"

"t-they are out, mr malfoy. they are taking care of some business," he replied, his voice shaking.

draco nodded, looking as if he knew what business the elf was talking about. he turned to you and said, "let's go. we'll wait in my room."

he took a hold of your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, making fireworks explode inside of you.

his room was quite small compared to the other rooms in the manor, but it was very cozy anyway. he had the dark walls covered with posters of his favourite quidditch team and also with pictures. you took your time walking around and exploring. there were countless of photographs with him and his friends, two or three with his mother (zero with his father) and one with. . .

you.

it was a photo of you two on one of slytherin's party, before you started hooking up, you were sitting on the common's room sofa with your arm around him and his hand on your knee. you already fancied him at this point. the look in your eyes as you gazed at him couldn't be missed.

you really did love him.

you turned around, still smiling. you found him sitting on his bed so you took the advantage and began to straddle him. his head hit the matress as his hands gripped your hips. your fingers found its way to his colar, untying his tie.

"what do you say to a little fun before dinner?"

-----

"draco!" female voice echoes through the manor. "we're home! you can come downstairs!"

you two spent the last fifteen minutes in his bed, in silence.

"well, we definitely can't come down looking like this." you both were still naked, not bothering to put on your clothes just yet. your hair were a mess and your lipstick was smudged from the endless making out.

you got up to find your clothes since they were scattered everywhere across the floor.

"have you seen my bra?" you asked draco after you found your panties. you saw him holding it, expecting to give it to you. but instead of that, he send you a wink, turned around and put it in one of his drawer.

a light laugh slip passed your lips. "you dick. that's my favourite one!"

"well," he shrugge, "it's mine now, sorry."

you rolled your eyes and slipped on your maroon dress. this one was a gift from draco for your birthday.

right after that, you grabbed your clutch and walked into the bathroom to fix your appearance.

"a question," you called out to draco.

"yeah?"

"what did you say to your mum?"

"what do you mean?"

"well," you paused to put on your lipstick. "what did you tell her about us and our relationship status?"

he leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms on his chest. "what would i tell her? i didn't tell her anything."

"oh. . . then what. . . are we?"

you heard him sigh. "y/n, why do you expect another answer? we're casual. i told you that at least a hundred times."

casual.

a perfect evening ruined by one fucking word.

you were so done with this.

"casual?" you repeated, turning around to face him. "i'm about to meet your fucking parents, draco. what the fuck do you mean that we're casual? do i mean nothing more to you than an occasional shag? why, draco, why?"

"i told you, i'm not ready for a relationship," he tried to reason.

"not ready for a relationship? you like ten girlfriends before me, how can you be not ready? at least tell the truth and say you don't want to be with me."

"oh merlin." he exhaled. "you know that's not true. why are you so bitter about it?"

"i'm meeting your parents," you repeated for the second time. "you take me out on dates, you buy me an expensive dress, you even talked about a future with me in it once but then you say it's casual and you wonder why i'm bitter?"

"but i told you countless times we're not together-"

"draco!" his mother's voice called again.

"we'll be there in a minute!" he yelled. his voice sounded a bit harsher than he intented it to be. "i tell you we're not together all the time and you always say it's fine. but i can tell it's obviously not. so why are you still hanging around?"

you nodded. "you know what? you're right. i tried hard to be the calm girl that holds her tongue and gives you space, but honestly? i'm not. and i'm exhausted of pretending to be in case you change your mind one day and tell me you wanna be with me." you began to pack your things.

"wait. don't." you stopped, hoping he'll say the right things. but the next words were a dissapointment. "what do i tell my parents?"

you shrugged. "say what you tell to your friends. it's casual. so there's really no point in meeting them." you walked past him with a sweet fake smile and before he could say anything, you were out of sight.

[earlgreydream]

Can you do one where draco catches the reader trying to pleasure thereself and it isn't working very well so he helps? Please

when presented with a night all to yourself, all your roommates gone on holiday, you decided on a bit of much-needed self care.

anticipation made your fingers twitch as you hurried back to your room after finishing the day’s commitments, excited to finally have some alone time.

your clothes were shed quickly, tossed halfhazardly into a basket at the end of the bed, unwilling to take the time to hang them back up and line your shoes up beside the door.

without any hesitation, you sank down onto the bed, on top of the dark green comforter. it was smooth against your bare skin, cool from being untouched all day — sending chills down your arms and legs.

your eyes fell closed as you rested back against the pillows, exhaling the stress of the day. your fingers drifted downward, slowly trailing along your sternum and the curve of your belly, down between your thighs.

you were already wet from an entire day of anticipation, knowing this is what you’d come home to. your fingertips delicately slipped between drenched folds, touching the soft, velvety skin. your other hand rose to your chest, playing with your nipples, rolling and tugging until you were practically grinding into your own palm. the throbbing soreness was briefly soothed as your fingers pressed inside, curling forward. it only took a few moments before the ache was back, your fingers not quite reaching deep enough to satisfy the anxious buzz in your body. you tried to relax, ignoring the rising frustration. you needed to get off, but your body refused to cooperate and it only became more difficult as you grew more stressed.

“hey, I was— oh.”

you’d sworn you locked the door, but there stood draco malfoy, staring with his jaw open at your naked form, fingers buried in your sopping cunt.

“shut the door!” you hissed, horrified as he closed it behind him, staying in the room with you instead of sodding off to mind his own business.

“draco, get the hell—”

“do you need some help?” he questioned, biting his lip as his pants grew tighter. his eyes were dark as they took in the sight of you, angelic and unholy all at once.

you slowly nodded, giving into your own desperation, helpless on your own. his bag dropped off his shoulder as he made his way around to the side of the bed, slipping in behind you. you allowed draco to manhandle you between his legs, your naked back resting against his chest, wrinkling his perfect white button down.

“just relax, princess,” he purred into your hair, prying your legs open and draping them over his.

you hadn’t even realized you’d closed your legs — shy before the classmate you’d always fancied. your head was spinning now, lying naked on top of him, your mind scrambling to catch up with reality as he kissed your neck and gently groped your breasts, sending sharp shocks down to the base of your belly.

“oh.”

the soft moan that fell from your lips was involuntary, a primal reaction to the feeling of his fingertips finding your clit, warming you from the inside out. you felt him smile against the underside of your jaw, pleased with himself for pulling such filthy noises from you.

“that feel good? answer me.”

“y-yes, draco,” you whined, arching your back off of him as his fingers pumped in and out of you, the other hand still drawing circles on your clit.

“I can feel you squeezing me, go ahead and let go,” he encouraged, curling his fingers forward into your g-spot.

your back arched his chest and you drew your knees up as you came hard, a thousand tiny explosions going off in your body. you trapped draco’s hand between your legs, every muscle tensing as he cradled you, slowly stroking you through the waves of your orgasm.

he smiled when you collapsed against him, out of breath and muscles weak. a wave of his wand cleaned up the impressive mess you’d made at the mercy of his touch. you basked in the relief that you’d craved all day, struggling to stay awake in his arms. he pulled a blanket over you, settling down, letting you get the rest you needed.

[hopingforrainydays]

if brains were gold - part three | d. malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

warnings: light bullying, reader is in crisis

word count: 2.5k

summary: the third installment for this series. draco malfoy is your soulmate, but where do you go from here?

author’s note: so *technically* this is the final part, but i could definitely be convinced to give you guys another <3 i love these two too much to leave them

read part one | part two

masterlist

requests are open!

--

The silence stretched between you like an unspoken war. For days, maybe weeks, you had convinced yourself that it was better this way—better not to acknowledge the truth that had settled uncomfortably in your chest. But denial was a fragile shield, and it had cracked the moment Draco Malfoy called you darling.

You had spent years wondering about your soulmate. Years. Who they were, what they looked like, what sort of person they would be. The connection between you had always been strange—strong but quiet, never intrusive, never forceful. It was like an old radio signal, always there in the background, tuning in and out at its own whim. But now it was dead air.

Draco knew.

He had known since the Potions exam, since you had reached out with that careless apology. Maybe he had suspected before, but that was the moment everything shifted.

And what did he do? Nothing. No acknowledgement, no confrontation, not even a whisper of recognition. It wasn't rejection—at least, not directly—but it felt like something worse. Indifference.

You weren't sure why that stung so much. Malfoy had never been anything to you except an annoyance, a thorn in your side with a sharp tongue and a sharper wit. He was arrogant and insufferable, and you had spent years exchanging insults as if they were greeting. He was the last person you had ever wanted your soulmate to be.

And yet.

He had called you darling like it was the easiest thing in the world. As if he had always been saying it. As if he had always known.

By the time you found yourself outside the Slytherin common room, it was well past curfew. The dungeons were cold, the flickering torchlight casting long shadows against the stone walls. It was foolish to come here, reckless even. But you had never been one to leave things unfinished.

The entrance was hidden, of course, but that never stopped you before. You rapped your knuckles against the wall, once, twice, before stepping back and waiting.

Painfully waiting.

The silence stretched long enough that you wondered if you had made a mistake, if he wouldn't come, if he would leave you standing here alone in the dark. But then the wall shifted, and Draco Malfoy stood before you, expression unreadable.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. His gaze flickered over you, searching, calculating. You had spent so many years seeing that look on his face—contempt, amusement, superiority. But now it was something else entirely. Something uncertain.

"You're not supposed to be here," he said finally, voice low and even.

"You don't get to ignore me."

His lips twitched, almost into a smirk. "I think I can do whatever I please."

You inhaled sharply, steadying yourself. "You knew," you accused. "You've known."

His expression didn't change. "Yes."

The confirmation knocked the breath from your lungs, even though you had already known the answer.

"You should have told me."

Draco leaned against the doorway, arms folding across his chest. "Should I have? Would it have changed anything?"

"Yes."

He tilted his head slightly, studying you. "How?"

You faltered. You didn't know how to explain the way it had felt to be ignored, to feel that connection—so strange and intangible—suddenly severed. How could you explain the ache that settled in your bones, the resentment that had curdled into something darker? A part of you wondered if he ever felt the same.

"I wouldn't have spent weeks wondering if I was going mad."

Draco exhaled, slow and measured. "I thought it would be easier this way."

"For who?"

His jaw tightened. "For both of us."

"Is that what you want?" Your words were barely a whisper.

Draco hesitated. It was brief, nearly imperceptible, but you saw it. And for the first time, you saw something vulnerable and unsure in him.

"You're not supposed to be my soulmate," he admitted. "It doesn't make sense."

It hurt more than it should have. You weren't sure what you had expected—some grand declaration, a dramatic revelation that would make everything click into place. But this? This was hesitation. This was uncertainty.

"You think I wanted this?" You laughed, hollow. "You think I wanted you?"

His expression shuttered.

You turned to leave, because you weren't sure if you could stand there any longer and endure another second of whatever this was. Before you could take a step, his hand caught your wrist, fingers curling around your skin.

The touch sent a shiver through you, the bond between you flaring to life for the first time in weeks. And for just a moment, you could feel it—his emotions, tangled and chaotic, the uncertainty and frustration and something else, something you didn't dare name.

"I don't know what to do with this," he admitted, voice quiet.

You swallowed hard. "Then figure it out."

Draco didn’t let go, not immediately. He stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time, like he was trying to make sense of something impossible. And maybe he was.

Then, finally, he released you. The absence of his touch was immediate, and you hated that you missed it.

“Goodnight, darling,” he murmured.

It was the first time he had ever said it with meaning. And you knew, without a doubt, that this wasn’t over.

The next day was nothing short of a disaster.

The weight of the previous night clung to you, turning the morning sluggish and disorienting. You had barely slept, thoughts of Draco and the damning truth of your soulmate bond refusing to give you a moment's peace. Maybe, you thought, if you ignored it long enough, it would all go away. Maybe he would act as though he didn't know.

But the universe wasn't that kind.

Your next Potions exam had gone exactly as expected: a catastrophe. Whether it was karma, poetic justice, or sheer mental exhaustion, your mind blanked the moment the questions met your gaze. You had spent the entire time staring at the parchment, desperately willing the answers to appear, but there was no voice whispering guidance in the back of your mind this time. No invisible presence steering your hand.

You could only be thankful that it wasn't a practical.

The exam was collected, and you knew before Snape even looked at it: you had failed.

And everyone else knew it, too.

The whispers began before you even left the classroom, a venomous buzz creeping into the air. But Pansy never did bother to whisper.

"Well, well," she drawled, strolling up beside you with all the grace of a cat preparing to sink its claws in. "Looks like your streak of academic excellence was short-lived."

You exhaled through your nose and kept walking. Not today.

"Where's that determination and hard work now?" Blaise added, his voice laced with amusement. "Or did your mysterious 'study habits' stop working?"

The words shouldn't have stung, but they did. You had expected this, even braced for it, and yet, standing there in the dim corridor, surrounded by judging eyes and cruel laughter, you felt like a cornered animal.

"Maybe she finally realized reading the back of her textbook doesn't count as studying," Daphne Greengrass quipped, arms folded as she leaned against the stone wall. Usually so quiet, she seemed to have found her confidence in your downfall.

"Or maybe," Pansy interrupted, stepping directly into your path, "whoever helped you the first time decided you weren't worth the effort."

Your nails dug into your palms. That one hit a little too close.

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and forced out a scoff. "If you're all so interested in my academic performance, I can hand you a signed copy of my failure if you'd like."

"Oh, no need," Pansy grinned, tilting her head in mock sympathy. "We'll hear about it from Snape soon enough."

The laughter flared again, grating and sharp, and despite your best efforts, the anger started to rise. Not just at them—but at him. Because of course, Draco was there. Of course, he stood at the back of the group, arms crossed, expression unreadable as he watched them pick at you like vultures. He said nothing. Not a single word in your defense.

Coward.

Fine. If he was going to stand there and let them tear you apart, then maybe it was time for a little reciprocity. A single sentence, just one, was all it would take. The soulmate bond was a whisper away from exposure. All you had to do was let the words fall.

Your soulmate was forced to help you.

Draco Malfoy was forced to help you.

It would be so easy. The look on his face would be priceless. The stunned silence of his so-called friends? Worth every ounce of humiliation you had endured. He deserved to feel it too. He deserved—

But you couldn't do it.

Because the moment your lips parted, Draco met your gaze.

And for a split second—just a fraction of a breath—you saw something beneath the cold, practiced mask. Not disdain. Not mockery. Something raw.

You shut your mouth. Inhaled sharply. Exhaled slower.

No.

No, you weren’t going to give them the satisfaction. And you weren’t going to give him the easy way out, either. If he wanted to stand there and say nothing, then let him stew in his own cowardice. If he wasn’t ready to face this—face you—then he could choke on his silence.

You straightened, forcing a smirk onto your face that you didn’t quite feel. “I suppose we’ll see if my next score is just as bad,” you said breezily, stepping past Pansy with an air of indifference you had to drag out of your very soul. “Then again, you lot seem far more invested in my life than your own. Maybe I should be worried for you instead?”

"Don't worry," Pansy called after you. "I’m sure whoever helped you before will be happy to watch you fail on your own.”

This time, you didn’t stop walking.

Your hands were trembling by the time you reached the common room. You collapsed onto the nearest armchair, pressing your fingers to your temple, exhaling hard. The weight of unspoken words sat heavy on your chest, the realization of what you had nearly done slamming into you like a freight train.

You could have exposed him.

And yet, you hadn’t.

Maybe that was the cruelest part of all: you weren’t sure if you regretted it.

Regret was a terrible thing, after all, and it was what kept you lingering in the corridors like a ghost instead of attending the rest of your classes. Your mind would not stop—a dangerous thing, as it almost always meant that he could hear you.

At this hour, the halls were mostly empty. Some students, rebellious or otherwise, stumbled past you with a look that read, if you don't tell, neither will I. But you didn't see them, not really.

Your hands curled into fists as you paced. Maybe you should expose him—tell them all how he looked at you when he thought no one would notice, how his gaze lingered longer than it should, how there was something just beneath the surface of his carefully constructed indifference. Tell them all how he wasn't as untouchable as he pretended to be.

You could already imagine the look on Pansy's face.

Oh, but you wouldn't. Because as much as it burned, as much as it twisted in your chest, you knew the truth: he was trapped just as much as you were.

A sound behind you made you stop, breath catching. Footsteps. Not hurried, not hesitant, not like any of the others—measured. You knew who it was before you turned.

Draco.

He stood at the end of the corridor, half-lit by the sun beaming through the large windows. Shadows carved sharp angles into his face. His expression was unreadable, but his hands were shoved deep in his pockets. A tell. He was unraveling, too.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. The silence stretched, charged and heavy, pulling tight between you.

Then, finally, you spoke. "Why didn't you say anything?" Your voice was quiet, but the accusation was there, threaded through every syllable.

Draco exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "What did you expect me to do?"

At this, you faltered. "I don't know. Defend me?"

"I can't—"

"Can't or won't?"

His eyes flashed. For a second, just a second, you thought he might say it—admit what had been simmering between you for weeks. But then he looked away, lips pressing into a thin line.

"That's not fair," he said.

You scoffed. "Oh, you want to talk about fair?"

Draco's gaze snapped back to you, sharper now. "I didn't join in, did I?"

"As if that's enough," she shot back. "As if standing there, watching them tear me down, makes you any better."

His face twisted. A crack in his carefully built walls. "You think I liked it?"

"Then why?"

Draco let out a slow breath, running a hand over his face. "Because if I step in, if I fight them for you, it won't stop. It'll get worse."

Your throat tightened. "For me or for you?"

Silence. His silence was answer enough.

You shook your head, stepping back. "Coward."

That got to him. You saw it in the way his shoulders tensed, in the way his fingers twitched like he wanted to reach for something but didn't know how.

"Maybe," he admitted, voice low. "But you don't know what you're asking me to risk."

Your voice came quieter now. "If you don't take the risk, you'll lose." Lose me, you thought.

Something broke between you then, a shift too sudden and sharp to stop. Draco took a step forward, then another, and suddenly he was too close, the air between you charged and electric and too much.

"I hate this," he muttered, almost to himself. "I hate watching them talk to you like that. I hate pretending I don't—"

He cut himself off, but it was too late. The words hung there, unfinished but undeniable.

Your heart pounded. "Then don't."

Draco exhaled, a shaky, uneven thing. His gaze dropped to your lips, just for a second, before he dragged it back up to meet your eyes.

"This is a mistake," he murmured.

I don't know what to do with this. Then figure it out.

"Probably."

And then he kissed you. It wasn't careful, wasn't measured—wasn't anything like the detached, untouchable persona he wore like armor. It was desperate, raw, full of all the things you hadn't said, all the tension that had been building for so long it felt inevitable.

Your hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer. He didn't fight you. Didn't pull away. He kissed you like he was starving, like you were the only thing the could sustain him. And maybe you were.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against yours. His eyes were still shut. "This changes everything."

You swallowed, fingers still curled into the fabric of his shirt. "Good."

Draco let out a soft, almost bitter chuckle. "You're impossible."

A small smirk fell over your lips. "And yet, here you are."

His eyes opened then, searching yours, and for the first time, you saw it—what he'd been trying to bury, what he had been so afraid of.

He was yours. He had been for a long time.

And now, finally, you both had stopped fighting it.

--

buy me a coffee

taglist: @v1rg1nvodkasprite @bi-andready-tocry @lolawassad

[anordinarymuse]

unrecognizable.

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: big fight leading to breakup :(

Warnings: angst, established relationship

Word Count: a little less than 1k perhaps

a/n : dialogue mildly based off of real life + if anyone wants to submit angst requests (possibly including dialogue or song inspo🥹🥹) pls do!! trying to get back into it

navigation.

request here.

Arms were crossed as you faced the freshly discharged from the hospital wing Draco, your cheeks hot from anger and frustration. It was the day after Katie Bell returned from St. Mungos, and the rumors were that Draco had cursed her—and you knew it was the truth.

Once you witnessed Draco’s reaction in the Great Hall and found him after his fight with Harry, you clicked two and two together. All the times he was “up late night studying” or “asking professors last minute homework questions,” he was actually working on the cursed necklace.

“This is how you are Y/N. It doesn’t matter what I say. I tell the truth, you’d be upset. I tell a white lie, you’re still upset!” Draco shouts, his voice echoing off the walls of the abandoned classroom the two of you had been fighting in for what felt like forever now.

“Fine. You’re right I’m still upset, but-” You take a small step backward, noticing he’s grabbed a ruler to fidget with. “The truth counts for something.”

Draco bites the inner of his cheek before responding coldly, “I can’t say anything because if your other friends finds out, then it’ll be my neck at the end of the Dark Lord’s wand, not theirs. Everything I’m working on it’s- it’s too important to be fucked up.”

This selfish asshole, you thought to yourself. Draco convinced himself that he wasn’t like the others, convinced you even, but he truly was no different.

“You almost killed Katie Bell. Can’t you get that in your head? You almost killed her,” the images of Katie’s still and ghostly state, from when you visited her at St. Mungos, flicker like a reel in your mind. “Is it a crime to try and save her life?!”

“See, right there. That’s why you can’t know the truth. I can’t trust you. I can’t trust you with my life because you’re busy trying to save theirs!” And there it goes, your breath hitches as Draco violently chucks the rules across the room. It flies right past your cheek, cracks against the wall, and clatters against the floor.

“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N. You’re supposed to be on my side,” Draco asserts darkly, slowly brooding toward you. With each step he takes forward, you take one back, until your back hits the wall behind you.

“Your side? And what side are you on Draco?” You challenge him angrily.

You search his gaze for the Draco you’d called your own, and he’s not there—only a stranger. Instead, Draco’s glare sends chills down your spine, and the hope that he’d come around begins to crackle and snap just like the ruler he had flung.

“Maybe…maybe it’s time we call this,” you attempt to say calmly, though your lip visibly quivers and the words leave your tongue a bitter aftertaste.

Draco furrows his brow, taken aback, “What? Don’t throw away everything we have because you’re pissed off.”

You avoid eye contact, but Draco, as a last saving grace, reaches to gently cup your cheek he says softly, “Y/N, I love you, you know this-“

“You don’t trust me, and you can’t tell me the truth,” you interrupt quietly, turning your cheek just slightly away from Draco’s palm, “This love you’re talking about, that- that can’t be enough.”

Draco takes a step back, and his facade dissipates. “Do you want to be next victim? If I tell you sensitive information Y/N, it makes you the target. Better Katie Bell than you.”

“Do you hear yourself right now? It’s mental.“

“You can’t leave me. You’re all I have-“

“No, I’m not. If I were, you wouldn’t concern yourself with the offensive actions of He Who Must Not Be Named.”

Draco goes silent, and you take it as an opportunity strike again.

“You tell me this-” you grab his forearm to reveal the Dark Mark, at your touch his body cringes, but you force yourself to ignore his discomfort, “-means nothing to you, but it does.”

Draco tears his wrist from your grasp before replying weakly, “I have no choice, Y/N.”

You study him long and hard, words collecting at your lips, but you don’t know how to express them. He doesn’t get it, he won’t ever understand.

With that in mind, you pivot toward the door. Immediately, Draco launches forward, grabbing your wrist and tugging you backward. His other hand rises to your chin, turning your face to look him directly in the eye, “Don’t. Walk away from me, and it’s really over,”

It sounded dramatic and cruel. But you knew what he meant—no more protection to keep the dark side from reaching you. One step and all the safeguards would vanish.

“It’s for the best. I know you know it too,” you say in a low whisper as a single tear slides down your cheek.

With that his grip on your wrist loosens, and your hand falls to your side. His warmth dissipating leaves chills down your spine, the clock above the chalkboard reverberates with each tick, and any last words have slipped from your mind. You tear your eyes away from Draco’s, whose expression has turned from cold to unforgiving, rather unrecognizable.

**********

taglist: @marimorena06 @missryerye

@agirlwholovescoffee @nicole198205 @siriuspvdfoot @hufflepuffflowers-blog @peachykeen3502 @youngblood199456 @oranee @bobbyjohnsonbeat @will-to-live-who @bellatrixscurls @thegirlwhocriedlupin @wwweasleystan @modernvellichor @lolaperezb @zaraskyla @sirisuorionblack @rinbyo @xdancinggurlx @lupinsravenclaw @hogwarts-boys @inglourious-imagines @siriuslyslyslytherin @the-abyss-gazed-back @eunoia-kth @kaqua @story-scribbler @youreso-golden @natural-ikagai

[strawbsstarz]

Insomnia: Draco Malfoy x reader

fluff and sleepy Draco :3

im finally back my people!!! I have overcome writers block victoriously!!!!! hope you like it

~

It's been hours. Draco, long and far off into the land of dreams lays beside you, his arm around your waist, his head nuzzles on top of your head.

Bless his heart for trying to stay awake with you until you fall asleep but you just couldn't. You eventually had to pretend after an hour of waiting, closing your eyes to try and match the breathing patterns of someone deep in rem, just for Draco to finally allow himself to sleep.

Bless his heart for kissing your head and muttering a 'goodnight' before he closed his eyes and relaxed against you. You always felt guilty when you acted asleep, but you knew that if you hadn't he'd stay awake with you all night and wait until sunrise.

After an hour of laying against him, you sigh, unable to distract yourself with your thoughts to lure you to sleep. You open your eyes and look up seeing Draco's shoulder move slightly as he breathes in and out. In and out. In and out.

You try to match his pace, try to force your body to relax and give in to the slumber, but to no avail, your body is wide awake, too aware of everything around you.

You hear the ticking of the clock by the nightstand, the wind blowing against the window, the rustling of the trees.

You sighed, turning your head up to see Draco's face. He looked so relaxed. His usual sharp features, softened by the glow of the night peering through the window. His usual clean and neatly gel hair falls messily across his forehead. You let out a small chuckle, as he snores slightly.

For someone who's usually so well put together all the time, it's heartwarming to be able to see this sight. An image he showed only to you. You reach out your hand to caress his face, pressing a kiss next to his lips.

After another minute or so of staring you shuffle under his hold turning your back to him to try and get into a more comfortable position, careful not to wake him up. He lets out a slight grumble, his arms tightening subconsciously around your waist.

You hold in your breath, trying to stay frozen, afraid you've woken him up. His grip eventually loosens after a few moments. You sigh of relief, closing your eyes to try again to sleep.

He buries his face against your neck, tickling your skin as he continues to sleep peacefully. His body completely wrapped around you, his legs entangled with yours.

You raise your arm up behind you to play with his hair. He lets out a soft hum at your touch. You take your hand away, shuffling again to lay on your back as you stare at the ceiling. Your mind wanders. Eventually you hum a soft tune of a song that got stuck in your head earlier, trying to pass the time.

Draco stirs in his sleep mumbling something incoherent as he snuggles down to press his face in the crook of your neck, most likely trying to drown the sound. You mumble a sorry, your hand reaching to lightly caress his face.

There was a sense of peace in you as you count how many times he takes a breath. Each breath deep and even, his chest rising and falling in a steady cadence that you find yourself trying to match again. Too focused on admiring every part of his face, you smile to yourself, feeling so much love for someone who hasn't done anything but sleep by your side.

He remains so blissfully unaware of your adoring gaze, "I love you," you whisper softly. He hums in his sleep as if responding to your declaration, shifting himself closer to your warmth,

"what a big baby." You mutter to yourself, chuckling quietly.

A couple of hours pass slowly as you lay in bed, listening to the silence occasionally being broken by the sound of Draco's soft snore. The night drags on, and you can feel yourself becoming increasingly restless and sleep-deprived as you wait for morning to come.

Having enough of the silence you try to wiggle your way out of his embrace, perhaps try to sneak into the kitchen and let Draco sleep more comfortably. However, you soon realized this to be a difficult task, his grip on you, firm. You groan in annoyance.

Despite your attempts at trying to stay silent and still, you couldn't help it anymore, wiggling a bit to try once more.

Draco stirs at your movement, his eyes fluttering open just a bit. His voice deep with sleep as he looks at you,

"What's the matter?" With his grip finally loosened up, you sit up. "Where are you going?" He looks up at you with half-lidded eyes.

"Kitchen," you mumbled, he groans at the way you leave his embrace, reluctant to let you go.

"But it's the middle of the night.."

You stand up from the bed leaning down to plant a kiss on his forehead, "I know, just go back to sleep, love. I'll be back soon."

You try to keep your voice hush and soft afraid to wake him up any further. He lets out a huff, clearly displeased as he sits up as well, rubbing his eyes,

"You're insufferable, you know that?"

"You don't have to come, it's just the kitchen, darling." He sighs and gets out of bed, still groggy from sleep. While he stretches his arms above his head, you grab a pillow and head for the kitchen.

He grumbles the whole way muttering under his breath about how tired he was, and how stupid this was. Even so, he follows you, clearly unwilling to let you go off on your own despite your assurance that he could go back to sleep.

As you reach the kitchen, he sits himself at the table counter leaning his head on his hand, half awake. You give him the pillow you brought as you make your way to the cupboards grabbing a mug.

He lets his face fall against the pillow, sitting himself up on his chin watching you move around the kitchen to make yourself tea. His expression, a mix of sleepiness and slight annoyance.

"You better not keep me up all night with your midnight snack." He huffed.

"I didn't force you to come with me," you retort, "just take a nap here, I'll be done in a bit."

He lets out a soft grumble, burying his face in the pillow and closing his eyes. He tries to ignore you. You can tell he's annoyed by how you've woken him up, upset that his sleep got cut short, but even still, the fact that he's still here in the kitchen with you makes your heartstrings tug. You sigh as you prepare your tea. He cares that you don't go to the kitchen by yourself in the middle of the night, he probably thinks you woke up and couldn't sleep again, worried that if he leaves you alone, you won't come back to bed until the morning. It's a sweet thought, you smile to yourself, even if he is a little grumpy about it.

The silence in the kitchen only furthered Draco to sleep in his uncomfortable position. The poor boy has his back hunched as he sits, his head resting against the pillow on top of the counter, you can tell he's gone back to sleep again.

You grab some biscuits from the pantry, holding your mug in one hand as you sit beside him by the table counter. You sip and eat quietly, but the sound of crackers munching in your mouth stirs him awake again.

He lifts his head from the pillow and scoots closer to you. Even through his half asleep state, he sits up and leans his head against your shoulder, letting out a soft sigh. As you munch on your midnight snack, you reach one hand up to brush his messy hair lightly, to which he hums softly to in response. Your touch soothing him into dozing off again.

You stay silent just letting your eyes focus in front of you, where the kettle stands on the kitchen counter. You raise your mug, sipping your tea.

"Love you," you whisper into the silence, wondering if he heard you.

He response is barely audible, a soft murmur against your shoulder. You know he's fighting to stay awake. You feel his arm slide across your back as he wraps it around your waist.

Time passes by slowly as you sit there in the kitchen. You sip your tea and eat your biscuits. Draco's hand patting your side rhythmically, a sign to show he's still awake. Your heart swells at the feeling of the tea entering your body, or perhaps it's the fact that he's there with you, in the middle of the night, barely awake.

Nevertheless, you feel content and loved. He tries to hum a tune, his voice thick with sleep. You rest your head on top of his and you feel your eyes begin to get heavier with every note he sings to you.

[itstheghostofmypast]

Y/N reading in peace.

Draco glaring at her

Y/N: *ignores*

Draco continues to glare

Y/N sighing: What?

Draco: what are you reading?

Y/N: shhh, I'm at a good part, he's talking about his crush.

Draco: THAT'S MY JOURNAL!

Y/N: You mean your diary?

Draco: No, my journal.

Y/N: Right...also, it's best to tell your girlfriend how much you like the sound of her laugh instead of writing it in a secret diary.

Draco: I'll hex you, I swear.

Y/N: Aww~ Like how you wrote in this last entry about me being able to hex your heart-

Draco malfunctioning

[missstratford]

hi! how are you?:) i wanted to request some draco fluff wherein he and reader are in a secret relationship during 6th year, but draco sees either ron/harry confess to her and she didn't turn them down completely as she panicked and couldn't think of a reason, besides telling them that she's taken. it turns into a kind of a big fight but they eventually make up + their relationship is revealed at the end. rest of the details are up to you^^

hopefully you enjoy the holiday season~

A/N: Hi anon! this was such a sweet request I couldn't help but write this one. Hope you like this. Happy Holidays!💞

The pale afternoon sun bathed the stone steps in a soft glow, making you squint as you climbed toward the Owlery, its fleeting warmth offering little relief from the sharp winter air.

Mellow hoots from a few anxious owls welcomed you in as you caught sight of the tall figure standing farther inside.

“Celeste, OOF, you’ve nipped me quite enough lady.” You heard him murmur softly, his hands briefly grappling with the brown owl as he secured the letter.

“Thought I’d find you here.” You smiled, walking closer to Draco. His fingers absently wove into yours as he set the impatient owl free.

He turned to gaze into your eyes, an adoring smile gracing his lips. “Sent a letter to Mum, haven’t spoken to her in a while.” He said bringing his lips closer to yours.

“I haven’t seen you all day,” you murmured against his lips. He made a soft sound in the back of his throat in agreement, his lips pressing gently against yours in a slow, deliberate kiss, as though savouring the sweetness of the moment.

You pulled away with diffidence, “Someone could walk in-“, your utterance drowned in the urgency of his kiss with renewed vigour.

His fingers cradled your face tenderly like it were porcelain. You held on to him desperately as though the two of you were torn apart lovers meeting after years. You parted while he kissed your temple, the two of you making your way out.

You walked beside him, dropping your hands from his hold, a protest made way to his mouth, “We could get caught.” You interrupted.

“I wouldn’t mind.” The suddenly blow of wind carried his lingering words.

There it was, the topic much debated between you and Draco. You couldn’t bear the scrutiny that would accompany the announcement of your relationship. He was a cauldron filled to the brim with love for you, his resolve dripping away from the rim day after day.

You moved apart to keep a respectful distance making it look like you were nothing more than mere acquaintances catching up.

“The Yule Ball is barely two weeks away.” You spoke up, a feeble attempt to drop the point of contention.

“Yes, and I’m not going.” He said.

You paused, looking at him in surprise. "What do you mean, you're not going?"

Draco's gaze softened, his eyes lingering on you before he spoke. "I can't, not without you by my side." His voice was quiet, but there was a weight to it, the words steeped in frustration and reluctance. "Except I’d rather not give anyone a reason to gossip."

Your heart ached at the hint of vulnerability in his tone. You both knew the reality of your situation, how precarious your secret relationship was. The truth was, you loved Draco to a point where you feared your relationship would lose the delicately guarded intimacy, the doting tenderness, and the quiet respect you had for one another the moment it was exposed. There was a part of you that feared the world would tarnish what you had, reduce it to something shallow and public—something to be dissected by prying eyes. Draco knew it too. The weight of unspoken understanding hung between you, the fear that once the truth came to light, everything precious and fragile about the bond you shared would be lost in the chaos.

"But it’s the Yule Ball, Draco," you pressed, gently taking a step closer, "it’s the one time everyone can let go, even if it’s just for a night."

He bit his lip, the conflicting emotions swirling on his face. "I understand... I just wish—"

"That we could be open?" you finished for him, your expression softening. "Me too. But not yet, not like this."

The wind picked up again, sending a chill through the air, and you shivered, though you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or the heaviness of the conversation.

Draco’s hand found yours once more, his fingers warm against yours. "Let’s just get through this year," he murmured, "then we’ll figure it out."

☆*»»»«««*☆

The mindless prate of Professor Binns still rang in the back of your mind as you ambled away to the Great Hall in desperate need of food.

Your steps faltered as Harry Potter unexpectedly halted you, his presence a sudden interruption in your path.

“Hey” he smiled, eyes catching yours. “Hey” you murmured in reply, hunger and confusion addling your brain. What could he possibly want? You’d barely exchanged a handful of words in class, and never enough for him to stop you in the hallway for a conversation.

“So, um... you’ve heard about the Yule Ball this year?” he asked, scratching the back of his neck with a sheepish grin. He shifted awkwardly on his feet, his eyes flickering to the floor before meeting yours again. “I mean, I’ve been thinking... maybe, um, we could go together? To the Yule Ball, I mean.” He cleared his throat, his face flushing a deep red. “Not that I expect you to say yes, or anything. I just thought... well, it might be nice, y’know?”

There was a long pause, his hand rubbing his neck as though he were searching for the right words. “I’ve liked you for a while now... and I thought I’d, well... ask.” He let out an awkward laugh, his smile a bit uncertain but genuine.

Your brain seemed to freeze, panic setting in. You scoured for excuses, I have a boyfriend .No. I have a boyfriend whom I adore and will eventually marry. No.

Leave me alone or I shall hex you to death? Absolutely not.

Your instead choose to say, “Harry, I... I really don’t know what to say. I’m flattered, this is really nice, but I—well, I can’t really think straight right now. I’m just... I’m not sure it’s the right time, you know?”

You watch Harry nod politely, “Right... I get it. Just know that I meant what I said. Whenever you're ready, or if you ever are... I’ll be here." With a gentle smile he turns and leaves.

You turned around, instinctively searching for the familiar face of your friend, instead, your gaze met Draco's. A sense of calm washes over you, the quiet reassurance of his presence grounding you. Knowing that he wasn’t far away made everything feel just a little bit easier.

You raised your brows as if to say that was close. In response,Draco clenched his jaw and walked away in the opposite direction.

☆*»»»«««*☆

The Astronomy tower seemed desolate that night with your sole presence treading back and forth in anticipation of Draco.

You convinced yourself to wait another few minutes before retiring to bed when you heard subdued stomps making its way up the stairs.

The dark silhouette revealed itself to be Draco as he stepped into the moonlight.

“Well you’re early.” You said unable to keep the frustration from seeping in your voice.

“I assumed you were waiting for your date," Draco drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Wouldn't want to interrupt, of course."

His attitude took you aback and you blinked, momentarily thrown off. "What?" you asked.

“You’re little date with Potter. Is he turning up soon?” He titled his head, rudeness gripping his tone.

“Have you lost your mind, Draco? I’m here to meet you, my boyfriend, unless you think you’re not?” you bit back, confusion evident in your tone.

“You tell me.” He said quietly. You felt a pang in your heart.

“I heard him ask you to the Ball earlier today,” Draco said, his tone sharp, as he moved closer, eyes narrowing. “You didn’t say no. Funny how your answer seemed to change when it came to me.”

“I panicked!” you said, voice rising. “I didn’t know what else to say except that-“

“That you are with me," he finished, his voice tight with frustration. "Is it really so difficult for you to love me openly, that you’d happily entertain Potter’s advances?" He gritted his teeth.

“I didn’t happily entertain anything.” You shouted. “And I am not afraid. It’s just that…that I-“you trailed off not knowing what to say.

“Know this,” Draco said, his voice soft but fierce, "I trust my love for you enough to stand in front of all of the world and scream it at the top of my lungs, without fear of losing you."

“Do you trust your love for me? That’s what you need to answer.” With that Draco left you standing with a bleeding heart.

☆*»»»«««*☆

You found him the next morning. Having creeped into his dorm, into his sheets. Before the sun could greet Hogwarts, you greeted your love.

“I’m sorry” you mumbled into his back as your hands hugged him from behind. “Come here” he whispered, voice thick with sleep. Turning around he engulfed you and peppered kisses to the top of your head.

Both of you lay there in lazy embrace finding solace in each other’s arms.

“I’m sorry too.” Draco spoke after a while. “I understand your fear. But I want you in my life forever, love. I don’t want this to stay just an amour.” You heard his muffled voice as he buried his face into your neck.

"Draco Malfoy, did you actually propose to me, then?" you asked, humour lacing your tone.

Draco huffed out a laugh, “Next time, in a few years. I’ll do it properly.” He grinned. You kissed him lovingly affirming his thoughts.

You walked in the Great Hall with a light spring in your step. You carefully navigated around a group of excitable fourth years, making your way toward the Gryffindor table.

Harry caught sight of you and quickly stood up, a hopeful gleam in his eyes. “Good morning. Have you made up your mind then?” he asked, excitement stirring his patience.

“Harry, I’m really sorry. You see I should’ve mentioned that I’m going with my boyfriend.” You gestured subtly toward Draco, who sat at his table, oblivious. “I hope you understand.” With an apologetic smile you turned and left a fumbling Harry behind you.

“Good morning again,” you grinned as you slid into the seat next to Draco at the Slytherin table. Draco glanced at you, his usual cool expression softening with the tiniest hint of a smile. “What—” he began, but you cut him off, “I love you,” you said, your voice steady, before planting a soft kiss on his lips.

He chuckled softly, his hand finding yours under the table. “About time you said it out loud,” he murmured, his tone warm and affectionate. “I’ve been waiting for that.”

As you both settled into the moment, the weight of the world—Hogwarts, expectations, and even the gossip—felt like nothing compared to the joy in his eyes. You were both free now, no longer afraid to let the world see what you shared.

[lqveharrington]

Eleventh Birthday | D.M.

summary: it’s your son’s 11th birthday and it hits you harder than you thought it would.

pairing: dad!draco malfoy x mom!reader

includes: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy and Dione Europa Malfoy (my shaylas), fluff, comfort, little bit of angst

a/n: narcissa would be proud of the name i gave draco's daughter

You stood in front of the grand fireplace, hands resting on your hips, teeth worrying your bottom lip as you surveyed the room. Streamers curled elegantly from the ceiling, and a shimmer banner spelled out Happy Birthday, Scorpius! in flowing golden script. Everything was in place—his carefully chosen presents sat neatly in the armchair by the stained glass window, and his cake, decorated with intricate frosting patterns, was safely stored away in the fridge. Yet, despite the meticulous planning, something still felt off.

Maybe it was the colors? No, everything was adorned in Scorpius' favorites. The decorations were perfect, yet unease settled deep in your bones.

A familiar warmth enveloped you as Draco's arm snaked around your waist. He pressed a lingering kiss to the curve of your neck, his touch grounding you even as your shoulders remained tense against his chest.

"I woke Dione like you asked, my love." He murmured, voice thick with affections. "She's changing before getting Scorpius for his birthday breakfast."

Draco tilted his head, catching sight of your solemn expression. Concern flickered in his silver eyes. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong." The response was automatic, though your fingers betrayed you as they absently fidgeted with his.

It wasn't something tangible that was missing—it was the weight of realization settling over you like an iron cloak. You had been so focused on making this birthday perfect that only now did it truly hit you: Scorpius would be leaving for Hogwarts soon. The very thought sent a dull ache through your chest.

Hogwarts. Miles and miles away from home. From you and Draco.

A shaky breath escaped your lips. Soon after, Dione would follow, leaving you and Draco alone in a house that had once been filled with laughter, mischief, and tiny footsteps racing down the corridors. The thought threatened to unravel you.

You willed away the sting in your eyes, blinking rapidly before glancing back at Draco. "I'm fine." You said, though the words wavered under the weight of emotions threatening to spill over.

But the floodgates had already begun to crack.

Images flashed in your mind—Scorpius and Dione, older, independent, no longer needing their parents the way they once had. A day where they'd brush off your affections, too busy with their own lives. The fear twisted in your gut, sharp and cruel.

Draco saw it before you could even utter another word. He tightened his hold on you just as your composure shattered. Silent tears spilled onto his chest as you crumbled in his arms, and he held you with the same unwavering strength he always had. His lips pressed reassuring kisses to you temple, his hand drawing soothing circles against your back until your breathing steadied.

He had known this day would come. He had known how hard you would take it. Your heart belonged not only to him but to the little family you had built together—a love embodied in Scorpius and Dione.

"You're going to be fine, my love." He whispered, his voice a steady anchor amidst your turbulent thoughts. He squeezed your shoulder gently, placing a soft kiss against your forehead. "I just need you to breathe. Can you do that for me?"

You closed your eyes, nodding as you matched his steady breathing. The rhythmic crackling of the fireplace filled the silence, the familiar beat of Draco's heart beneath your palm comforting you. Slowly, the storm inside you settled.

"Hey, look at me." Draco murmured, tilting your chin up so you met his gaze. A lopsided grin played on his lips, warm and reassuring. "Let's spend Scorp's birthday with love, alright?"

A small smile tugged at your lips, "Alright."

"Alright." He pressed another kiss to your forehead before tugging you toward the hall. "Now, let's see if Dione is ready."

"Hi, darling." Narcissa's bright smile greeted you the moment you pulled open the door, pulling you into a warm embrace. She loved you as her second child and always found a way to visit—although this visit was scheduled every year.

You hugged her just as tightly and let yourself relax in her motherly hold, giving your father-in-law a small smile. "Hi, Narcissa. Lucius."

Lucius nodded curtly in acknowledgement as you stepped aside, motioning them to follow into the living space. He absolutely despised the way you lived your life. There wasn’t a single house elf in sight, but you made his son happy—pure blood or not, he would tolerate you.

“Are your parents coming anytime soon?” Narcissa followed you further down the hall, the portraits of your family hanging everywhere.

“They'll be here next week. They had a business meeting in France." You fiddle with your fingers and let them enter the living room, waving your hand to summon the tea set from the kitchen.

A small grunt was Lucius’ only response at the mention of your muggle-born parents.

Narcissa pursed her lips at her husband’s reaction before smacking him lightly on the chest, her attention shifting back to the many unopened gifts scattering the room. "Where's the little prince?"

"Well, he's not so little anymore." Draco quipped as he appeared by your side, his hand naturally finding its home on your waist.

"Draco!" Narcissa beamed and pulled her son into a fierce hug, peppering his face with kisses.

"Mum!" Draco groaned, though the fond smile tugging at his lips betrayed him. He loved his mother with all his heart and never cared for theatrics such as these.

You squeezed his hand before calling out to your kids, “Scorp! Dione! Look who's here!"

"Grandmum! Granddad!" Their voices rang in unison as they barreled down the hallway, their excitement palpable.

Lucius chuckled as Scorpius all but tackled him in an embrace. Honestly, you believed he was more fond of his grandchildren than you and Draco. "Happy birthday, Scorpius."

"Thank you!" Scorpius beamed.

"Move! It's my turn!" Dione huffed, attempting to shover her brother aside.

"Dione." You chided gently before rolling your eyes as they switched grandparents.

Soon after the greetings, the two dragged their grandparents to the couches and began animatedly talking about their past adventures while you set the tea out for everyone. It was warming to see how close Scorpius and Dione was to them.

As Scorpius and Dione’s attention was grabbed by Lucius’ stories about Draco when he was younger, you hesitantly turned to Narcissa. "I have a question."

She raised her brows and set her teacup down—hands clasping together. "What is it, dear?"

You swallowed, twirling your wedding ring anxiously. “When Draco turned eleven, how did you handle the transition to an empty house?”

A knowing smile graced her lips. “It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that.” She took your hands in her own. “But I promise, you’ll adjust. Believe me, it was worse realizing you and Draco would be living far from us.”

“Not that far,” You murmured.

“We still have to apparate to visit, darling.” Narcissa squeezed your hands. “You’re lucky to have Dione for a little while longer. As much as I love Draco, I always wanted another little one myself. Dione will help ease the transition. And if not, you can always owl me.”

A genuine smile broke across your face. “Thanks, Narcissa.”

“Talking about me?” Draco’s voice teased as turned his attention to you and his mother, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Oh yes, just the worst things, my love.” You grinned and tilted your head to meet his eyes. “What is it?”

He whispered, “I think your little boy has something to say to you.”

You barely had time to react before Scorpius wrapped his arms tightly around your midsection, his face buried in your chest.

“Thank you, Mum,” He mumbled, burying his face deeper and deeper into your chest.

“For what?” You ran your fingers through his blonde hair and cup his face, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

“For everything.”

Your heart clenched as you hugged him back, holding on just a little longer. You weren’t sure what Lucius or Draco said to Scorpius, but it felt nice knowing that Scorpius truly appreciated you after everything. “Of course, baby. I’ll always be here.”

And you would be. Always.

The rest of the day unfolded in a whirlwind of laughter, love, and the kind of chaos that only a family like yours could create. Scorpius’s eyes lit up as he tore into his presents, his excitement infectious. Dione, ever the little instigator, tried to sneak a peek at the cake before it was time, earning a playful scolding from Draco. Narcissa and Lucius, though reserved as ever, couldn’t help but smile at the antics of their grandchildren. The house, usually so grand and imposing, felt warm and alive, filled with the kind of joy that only comes from being surrounded by the people you love most.

But as the day wore on, the reality of what was coming lingered in the back of your mind like a shadow. You caught yourself watching Scorpius more closely, memorizing the way his nose scrunched when he laughed, the way his hair fell into his eyes when he leaned over to examine a new gift. You found yourself holding Dione’s hand a little tighter, savoring the way she still looked up at you with wide, adoring eyes. The thought of them growing up, of them not needing you as much, was a bittersweet ache that you couldn’t quite shake.

Draco, ever perceptive, noticed. He always did. When the kids were distracted by a game of Exploding Snap with Narcissa, he slipped his hand into yours and gave it a reassuring squeeze. “They’ll always need you, you know,” he said softly, his voice carrying the weight of his own emotions. “Just in different ways.”

You nodded, swallowing the lump in your throat. “I know. It’s just… hard to imagine.”

“It is,” He agreed, his silver eyes meeting yours. “But we’ll figure it out. Together.”

The sincerity in his voice grounded you, as it always did. You leaned into him, letting his presence steady you. “Together,” You echoed.

As the evening drew to a close and the kids were tucked into bed, the house grew quiet once more. You and Draco sat by the fireplace, the crackling flames casting a warm glow over the room. The silence was comfortable, the kind that comes from years of shared moments and unspoken understanding.

“Do you remember when Scorpius was born?” You asked suddenly, breaking the quiet.

Draco chuckled while continuously stroking your arm softly, his laughter a soft, nostalgic sound. “How could I forget? You nearly broke my hand during labor.”

You laughed and leaned your head on his shoulder, the memory vivid in your mind. “And then he was so tiny. I was terrified I’d do something wrong.”

“You didn’t,” Draco said firmly, his gaze softening when he saw your soft look. “You were—are—an amazing mother. They’re lucky to have you.”

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, but this time, they were accompanied by a smile. “And I’m lucky to have you. And they are too.”

Draco reached over, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “We’re a team, remember? Always have been, always will be.”

You nodded, melting into his touch. “Always.”

The weeks that followed were a blur of preparations for Scorpius’s departure to Hogwarts. You helped him pack his trunk, making sure he had everything he needed—and then some. Dione, ever the protective little sister, insisted on adding a few of her own essentials, including a stuffed dragon she claimed would keep him safe. Scorpius rolled his eyes but accepted it with a fond smile.

When the day finally arrived, you stood on Platform 9¾, your heart in your throat. Scorpius looked so grown-up in his Hogwarts robes, his trunk beside him and his owl perched on his shoulder. Dione clung to your hand, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and sadness.

“You’ll write, won’t you?” You asked, your voice trembling despite your best efforts.

“Of course, Mum,” Scorpius said, his tone exasperated but affectionate. “And I’ll be home for Christmas.”

You pulled him into a tight hug, breathing in the familiar scent of his hair. “I’m so proud of you,” You whispered.

“I know,” He replied, his voice muffled against your shoulder. When he pulled back, there were tears in his eyes, but he quickly blinked them away. “I’ll be fine, Mum. I promise.”

Draco clapped a hand on Scorpius’s shoulder, his expression a mix of pride and emotion. “Make us proud, Scorp.”

Scorpius nodded, his jaw set with determination. “I will.”

As the train pulled away, you stood there, watching until it disappeared from sight. Dione sniffled beside you, and you knelt down to pull her into a hug. “It’s okay, sweetheart,” You murmured. “He’ll be back before you know it.”

Draco’s hand rested on your shoulder, a silent reminder that you weren’t alone in this. Together, you turned and made your way back home, the house feeling a little emptier but still filled with the love that had always defined your family.

That night, as you lay in bed, Draco’s arm draped over you, you thought about the future. It was scary, yes, but it was also full of promise. Your children were growing up, but they would always be yours. And no matter where life took them, you would always be there, ready to welcome them home.

“We’ll be okay,” you whispered into the darkness.

Draco’s voice was soft but reassuring. “We will.”

And with that, you let yourself drift off to sleep, knowing that whatever came next, you would face it together.

©lqveharrington - all rights reserved. do not copy, translate or share my work on other media platforms

[whorevolo]

DRACO (DILEMMA.)

pairing : draco malfoy x reader. synopsis : draco malfoy is the most insufferable prat you have ever met—yet it makes him all the more interesting. he shows the same interest in you. and you hated that.   warnings : 1.7k words. profanities that are canon in the series, fluff ﹖, implied history between reader and draco, no y/n mentioned. author’s notes : i’ve been wanting to write this fic for a while, but i’ve finally gotten the motivation to write it after weeks of staring at nothing at all. （ this was written september first '24, happy sorcerer’s stone day! ）

Draco Malfoy. He was always intriguing to you. You were, in a sense, interested in him.

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎You let out a heavy sigh. Potions, how wonderful. Snape, while a great professor, was someone you absolutely dreaded seeing every week. It didn’t help that you had to see him every single day. You tap your fingers against the wooden desk in front of you, while your mind subconsciously floats around.

‎ ‎ ‎Sat before you was the infamous Draco Malfoy. If that didn’t click yet, then these synonyms for Draco Malfoy might: Harry Potter’s arch nemesis, The Stick Up Harry Potter’s Arse, Daddy’s Money…

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎Your eyes unconsciously gaze towards Malfoy who sat a table away. Conventionally, he was attractive—extremely attractive. However, you were aware it was his attitude that put people off. No one would like to be around someone who scowls at someone who does so much as breathe in their direction.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎You flick the end of your quill, which has been in a coarse state for quite some time now, yet you never found yourself wandering to Diagon Alley in hopes of purchasing another one. Snape had been rambling on for about thirty minutes or so and you found yourself just scribbling over a piece of parchment. 

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎Admittedly, you’ve been staring at Draco for about thirty minutes in question. It wasn’t like he had done anything interesting; he was a normal student who excelled above most students, played quidditch, and was wealthy. You could find anyone like that in other houses - still you found yourself fixating on him. Not in a creepy way as far as you were concerned.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎“Oi,” Pansy pokes at your wrist. “Staring at Malfoy again? And you’re doing that as the same person who had told me I was obsessed with him during the second year.”

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎“Stop it, Pansy,” you exhaled. “I am not staring at him; just observing, not staring. Different things, if you cared to know.” You retort in defense.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎Pansy was right - you had told her off during your earlier Hogwarts years for being so attracted so Malfoy, yet here you were, practically gawking at him. The last thing you needed was for people to begin running their mouths about your 'crush' on Malfoy. Which wasn’t true. At least that was what you told yourself. Your mind wanders back to the discussion, tuning out Snape’s booming voice in your head. His voice, at one point, had become white noise to you.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎After class, you were walking down the corridor with Pansy, textbook clutched in your arms to your chest. You were pretty annoyed at the time; Snape had given yet another essay that could go on for miles and miles. And if Snape wanted a whole meter-long essay, it was either that meter-long essay or no mark at all.

‎ ‎ ‎“Outrageous, honestly.” You shook your head. Pansy seemed amused due to how worked up you were, but at this point, it was no surprise.

‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎“I mean, no one wants to write a whole bloody essay and h—” ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎“Ouch,” someone hissed after bumping into your shoulder. The audacity? You turn your head to see who the person is and become flabbergasted at the sight. Draco Malfoy.‎ ‎

ㅤYour face twists into a smug smirk, yet somehow, Draco makes no move to formulate a witty remark against it. “My apologies, Malfoy,” you said. Draco’s face contorts into something akin to disdain, yet you ignore it. He walks away after; you’d notice how he carried himself and how he delivered most of his response. With pride and confidence, you observed. That smirk transformed into a small smile, which earned you a nudge from Pansy.

ㅤ“So, are we heading to the library, or would you rather continue making expressions to the air?” Pansy raised her brows at you. She didn’t seem to take notice of the interaction you just had with Draco, given she was a few feet away, so perhaps she had continued walking after Draco had bumped into your shoulder.

ㅤ“Alright, alright,” you murmur, walking forward to walk side by side with her. “So impatient.” You muse, giggling. That earned you a harsher nudge, a shove from Pansy. “Ouch— Godric, Pansy. Does no one teach you how to treat your friends?”

ㅤ“You’re the last person who's supposed to be speaking of mistreating friends,” said Pansy who seemed to be growing impatient and frustrated. Pansy and her temperament, what a great thing to experience during your free period. You loved your dear friend but sometimes you’d rather get whipped around by the Whomping Willow rather than dealing with her and her ticking timebomb of a personality.

ㅤIt wasn’t like he hated you. He, too, found you interesting. You weren’t the nicest student, but you were a bright student. It earned you some respect, which he had to give you a bit of credit himself. But he didn’t consider himself your acquaintance either. He wasn’t your enemy, nor your rival.

ㅤDuring Transfiguration, you were awfully bored. You were practically melting into the wood of your desk from how slouched over you are. As much as you respected McGonagall and her work ethics, her lecture wasn’t the best thing to listen to when you only got three hours of sleep during the night. Your finger taps against the desk in a pattern, as if indenting your fingerprint on the wooden surface. You feel something brush against your arm, and you see a crane.

ㅤYou sigh, flicking it off of your desk in annoyance. There came another flying crane. You flick it off again. There came a third crane when you were about to flick the previous one off.

ㅤ“Oh my God,” you groaned. You decided to just unfold the crane, in hopes to get rid of the cranes for good. There was writing; Swirls of cursive letters decorate the parchment, that was the first thing you noticed. You dread reading the note, but you had to eventually if you wanted the cranes to stop hauling in your way.

ㅤMeet me tonight, ㅤ- D. Malfoy.

ㅤThis prat was insufferable. Not like you haven’t realized that yet, but it was like a reminder that he was indeed the most insufferable person you've ever met.

ㅤInsufferable he was, but you chose to meet him anyway. You weren't sure where, but you had a gut feeling you knew where he fancied meeting. It made you want to gag—the fact you knew where he wanted to meet. That's utterly disgusting and out of character for you. Though Pansy does say you're just in denial. Your footsteps echoed, making no move to shush them as you walk down the hall. You try to tell yourself that you rather Filch catch you than having to meet with Malfoy out of all people.

ㅤ“Malfoy,” you breathe out. Much to your dismay, he was serious about meeting you tonight. It wasn’t like this was the first time, however. So, it didn’t feel too out of place. You watch as he turns his head towards you, his usually styled hair now free from whatever routine he did in the morning to achieve its usual look.

ㅤ“Oh, it’s you.” He spoke. ㅤ“It’s me.” You confirm.

ㅤUncomfortable silence overcomes both of you but seeing as you were now in the Astronomy Tower late at night, it wouldn’t be far-fetched. Adding onto the awkwardness, it was cold. Extremely cold. Unbearably cold.

ㅤYou rub your palms against your forearm, “Is there something you wanted? You don’t usually… you don’t usually tell me to meet you. I figured that was more of my job, not yours.” You raise a brow. ㅤHe shook his head, “Don’t act so idiotic for once, you act as though we don’t meet every other night.”

ㅤ“It’s different,” you retort. ㅤ“How different?” He protests.

 ㅤTruthfully, you didn’t know how to answer that. It was clear you weren’t friends, nor enemies. It wasn’t like you were close in any way. You were just two people strung along by fate who just so happened to be illicitly meeting during the afterhours. Illicitly in a sense that you knew you weren’t supposed to be associating with him—you knew that. But you still do it. 

ㅤ“How different is it?” His voice snaps you out of your train of thought, making direct eye contact. “It’s ridiculous how you start things you can barely finish, are you not ashamed?” He hissed.

This boy was beyond terrible. His reputation was very telling, yet here you were.  ㅤ“Why would I be ashamed?” You frown. “You were the one who asked to meet, but you’re also the one who’s berating me at the mome–” ㅤ“I like you.” ㅤ“...What?” ㅤAnother series of deafening silence overcomes your surroundings. Your initial denial had become your ultimate realization that ... maybe you do like him. Maybe you fancied him more than you let on. You felt your heart almost burst out of it's confides in your chest, caged in your ribs. Your gaze sets on him for what felt like an eternity; it was an embarrassingly long moment of just eye contact with the guy you've sworn you never liked - at least romantically.  ㅤ“Are you deaf? I said I like you,” he repeated, as if his first confession had fallen on deaf ears. You shook your head at this, almost like that'd be your final response.  ㅤBut you spoke up, “You like me?” ㅤ“Were you not present the whole time I had been talking? It's no wonder you're failing Potions.” He sighed. He really took the chance to throw an insult at anyone. Even the person he liked.

ㅤ“No, no, I heard you,” you retort. You feel your forehead wrinkle in thought, yet he stood there so eerily unmoving. ㅤ“So why is it that you're incapable of responding?” He hissed, “You're associated with Parkinson, no? Maybe that's where all this obliviousness is coming from—” ㅤ“I like you too.” You reply firmly in the midst of his ramble. You could feel the air grow tense as Draco freezes before you, his eyebrows shooting up.

ㅤPerhaps he wasn't as bad as you thought. That was something you realized after you departed to Hogsmeade with him the next day. And although he could still be described as moody and a git, he was ... somewhat decent to you, his friends would point out. And well, you did get relentlessly teased and picked on by your clique, but you weren't bothered—not when you've charmed Draco Malfoy, of all people.

[kaciebello]

hi, can you make a Draco Malfoy x Slytherin (female) reader please?

also, I'm really sorry about your chameleon!!

Drunken confessions

Masterlist Draco Malfoy x fem!reader Summary: Draco has a crush, and as a typical teenage boy, he has no idea how to deal with it. Warning: none author note: Sorry it took so long, this is way overdue. Also sorry it is so short but I felt like if I added more it would ruin it a bit. But I'm gonna be honest, I don't think you come to me for long fics. Btw if you see the pictures under each other and not next on pc, I am sorry, tumbler is tripping a bit. Word count: 1k Song: In My Dreams - Red Velvet

Slytherins were a proud house. Sometimes, they are too proud for their own good. But it’s not like somebody is going to tell them otherwise, and let's be honest, they are not going to listen to Rawenclar of Hufflepuff, and certainly not Grifindoor. Draco was aware of his pride and was proud of this too. There was just one person who would humble him any chance they got.

Sitting across him in the common room was a girl he despised. She was getting on his nerves just the way she smiled. She shared the same circle of high-up Slytherins as him, so he couldn't get rid of her. he tried once, but was shot down by the whole group. Sure, was he in another house, his friends might have said he had a crush on the girl. but he is a proud Slytherin, so he will never admit that out loud. Athou if you were to ask Matteo, he sure has a video of Draco crying hysterically over his crush.

it was only a short time before everyone returned to their own bedrooms. Draco stayed behind, finding himself nauseous when getting up. He was sitting there, nursing a small glass of water and staring at nothing with a blank expression. he could feel the sofa dip next to him but he could not be bothered. It’s when he feels a tap on his shoulder that he lifts his head.

There she sat next to him, flashing her pearly whites at him as if she wanted to blind him. His own smile crept on his face as he looked at her. God, he was whipped. She didn't say anything and Draco couldn't figure out if he was hallucinating. He didn’t want her to disappear. The girl let out a sigh.

“What are you doing here? It’s late. Why don’t you go to bed?” she says, looking all over his face for any sigh of exhaustion, or worse, some kind of mischievous spell.  Draco did not answer. Instead, he rested his head on the back of the sofa, looking at the ceiling. The girl didn’t say anything like she was expecting him to be a moody teenager.

He could feel her take his class and place it on the table in front of them. He could smell her perfume every time she moved and it drove him crazy. She made herself comfortable. Arms resting on the back of the sofa looking at him, her legs thrown over his lap. Dracos put his hands on them without even thinking about it.

“Can I have a question? “ She says. draco turns his his head so they are face to face.

“shoot”

“what are we?”

“unshoot” a gentle laugh leaves her as he answers.

Silence falls upon them. To others, it might have been awkward, but to them, it felt comforting. If Draco had to put any labels on them, he would write giant ‘ simp ‘ in a red marker on his face. She would be a goddess, of course. He turns to her again. She's looking at him with eyes full of curiosity.

“Ya know,” he starts, “I don't think I've ever told you this. But you’re lowkey pretty.” “Lowkey?”

“Yea okay, highkey.” Be blurs out. She again laughs. A sound that Draco swore he would hear at the pearly gates one day.

“Well, I'm glad you think I’m pretty. I would be pretty bumped if my crush thought I'm ugly.” She says. draco just hums, not really paying attention to her words. His eyes keep jumping between her eyes and lips. The girl just sighs again.

“Come one big guy, let's get you to bed.”  She makes a move to get up but Draco is not letting her move. A brilliant idea came to his mind and he felt like he was going to die if he did not execute it right at this moment.  He moved her close to his, as much as he could. One hand sneaked around her waist and the other around her neck. He leaned in so close that he could feel her breath on her face. Even up close he found her so pretty, it almost made him cry.  She was looking at him. Watching him studying her as if he was trying to engrave her face in his memory. She wanted him to move, she wanted him to close the gap between them, but alas he wouldn't move. Seemingly in his own world, with no way in.

So she did it for him. Only for a split second, Draco felt her lips on his. He was left chasing after her when she moved away. A small whine left him as well. He stayed there looking at her, a pout forming on his lips as if she had just stolen his last piece of candy.

“Ya know, I lowkey like you,” he says, very proud of his confession. His brain drifted away again as he locked his eyes on her lips once more.

“ I like you too, dummy.” She says back, playing with his hair softly. draco let out a hum as that was the only thing he needed to hear before locking their lips again. He leaned her back so she lay flat on the sofa. He separated them for a second.

“You know, this is not just a drunken confession. I don't do those.” He says and goes to kiss her again. She stops him with her hand on his chest. A wide smile on her face melted Draco's heart away.

“You meant like that one time you told me about how you slipped naked in the perfect bathroom and slid from one end to the other on your butt?”

“I told you that in confidence!” He whines and hides his face in her neck. She can only laugh.