#draco malfoy lemon

[urlocallemgrem]

I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again- stop victimizing Narcissa Malfoy. The take that she was this wonderful person who was simply a victim of her circumstances is absolutely hot garbage. The same goes for Regulus as well.

No. She was an evil girl boss who wore her heritage and pure blood beliefs like a badge of honor. She was the matriarch of one of the wealthiest and most prominent wizarding families in the WORLD.

Lucius also wasn’t this “abusive” father that you all paint him out to be. He loved Draco dearly- and he spoiled him as such (even if some of his parenting methods were questionable). He was trying to keep his family alive while also being an asset to Voldemort. He took the hits for his family MULTIPLE times. I think a lot of you take the movie version of him at face value without actually looking at the context.

Narcissa quite literally threatened Harry when he taunted her about Lucius being in Azkaban. She also stood up for him to Bellatrix multiple times. The Malfoys were loyal to each other to a fault.

Bad people can still love each other!!! Let evil female characters be evil!!

[slytherinboysvip]

Dating Draco Malfoy

Warnings: slight smut

Draco Malfoy, the boy whose rings feel cold against your neck as his fingers delicately find themselves wrapped around it, squeezing tightly.

Draco Malfoy, holds every door open for you; dramatic shocked face if you dare reach for the handle

Draco Malfoy, always making sure you have fresh flowers in your vase, which he of course gifted you so as to give you said flowers.

Draco Malfoy, knows every single one of your sweet spots- always making sure to specifically tease you with them.

Draco Malfoy, gets jealous when he sees you talking to other guys and it’s not hard to tell, them suddenly being cautious around you the next day

Draco Malfoy, genuinely listens to you, always surprising you with little things you’ve talked about even if only once

Draco Malfoy, the one who tells you to beg for him as his fingers so expertly play with your insides, already on the brink of an orgasm

Draco Malfoy, the one who moans out “Good fucking girl, taking me so well” as he plows into you relentlessly, your moans echoing in the room unable to think straight

[greenbadger]

Hello everyone!🖤

*I'm new to Tumblr and writing is my passion. I love to write fanfics, especially about Severus Snape or older men. This is my first smut story here and I hope you like it. Let's hope I do everything right. I'd love to get feedback.

⚠️ WARNING: NSFW, smut, begging, reference to edging, teasing, degradation, oral sex

What it's about:

❗️Reader is a adult woman❗️

You and Severus have an argument that turn into a sexual adventure. It’s a quit long text. Have fun ;-)

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"Honestly, Severus, you can't possibly believe that nettle root is more effective in this potion than powdered asphodel," I exclaimed, rolling my eyes as I flipped through the worn pages of an old potion book.

Severus crossed his arms, a familiar smirk playing on his lips. "And yet, it is. Nettle root stabilizes the mixture in a way asphodel never could."

I huffed, leaning closer to the book as if it held the answer to our perpetual disagreement. "You just can't admit you're wrong, can you?"

He stepped closer, his breath warm on my neck as he looked over my shoulder. "It's not about admitting anything. It's about knowing the facts, something you clearly struggle with."

I turned to face him, our noses almost touching. "Well, maybe if you weren't so insufferable, I'd actually listen to you."

His eyes softened, a rare moment of vulnerability slipping through. "And maybe if you weren't so stubborn, you'd realize I actually enjoy these arguments."

I blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. "You... enjoy arguing with me?"

Severus's hand brushed against mine, a fleeting but deliberate touch. "It's not the arguing I enjoy. It's... you."

My heart skipped a beat as the tension between us shifted, no longer fueled by disagreement but by something much deeper. "Severus, I..."

He silenced me with a gentle finger on my lips. "Let's save the potions debate for another time, shall we?"

I nodded, unable to tear my gaze away from his. "Agreed."

He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb gently brushing my skin.

"Severus," i said, my voice firm despite the shiver of excitement that ran through me. „I want you."

Severus's eyes darkened with a mix of emotions-desire, love, and a hint of possessiveness. He leaned in, capturing my lips in a searing kiss, his hands tangling in my hair as he pulled me closer. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent, as months of pent-up longing poured into that single moment.

His hands roamed over my body, explo-ring, caressing, igniting a fire within me. I responded eagerly, my fingers trailing along the lines of his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath his robes. The intensity between us grew, our kisses becoming more desperate, more insistent.

Severus broke the kiss, his breath ragged as he looked at me with a fierce intensity. "Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

A shiver of anticipation ran through me at his words. I complied, my hands trembling slightly as I began to undress. Severus watched, his gaze never leaving me, his eyes dark with desire.

When I was finally bare before him, he stepped closer, his hands sliding over my skin, his touch electrifying.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his lips trailing along my neck, leaving a path of fire in their wake. "I can't wait any longer."

With a swift motion, he shed his own robes, his body pressing against mine, the heat of his skin searing into me.

I could feel his erection through his trousers. He rubbed it slightly against my hip, and the sensation made me wet quickly. He guided me to the desk, his hands never leaving my body, his touch driving me wild with need. He lifted me on top of the desk, spreading my legs as he positioned himself between them. Our bodies entwined in a frenzy of passion.

Severus was dominant, his touch firm and demanding, yet filled with an underlying tenderness. He moved with a confidence that sent waves of pleasure through me, his hands and lips exploring every inch of my body.

He softly twitched my nipple between his fingers and kissed my neck as passionately as ever. His hand went down to my inner thigh and caressed it softly. I felt a flutter in my core as he neared my most sensitive spot.

He let out an excited moan. "You are so wet for me." He put one finger slowly deep inside of me, pushes it in and out once, twice. Never take his eyes off my eyes while he’s doing it. Suddenly he brings his finger to his mouth and suck this one gently. You can see pure lust in his eyes.

Before I could respond, he started kissing down my breasts, my belly, and my thighs. I watched him with wide eyes as he looked at me and started kissing my sweet spot. The view was intoxicating. He slowly stuck his tongue out and licked my clit with a soft touch.

I moaned as I felt his warm tongue circle around. He started sucking and licking as if he were craving my wetness. "You taste so good," he murmured, making my core twitch again. He did it so passionately that I knew I wasn't far from climax.

He went a little further and stuck his tongue deep inside me while his nose involuntarily stimulated my clit. His slurps from my juices made my head fall back as I moaned his name out loud.

"I'm coming, Severus," I cried.

He kept going, and it didn't take long before my body felt like it was struck by lightning. I climaxed on his face, and I could feel how much he enjoyed it.

When he came up to me again, his mouth and nose were soaking wet from me. He quickly wiped his face with his hand before giving me a passionate kiss. I could still taste my climax from his lips and tongue.

"I want to feel you inside me," I said through the kiss.

A big erection left a bulge in his pants, clearly more as I said those words out loud.

He looked me deep in the eyes with his dark ones as I freed his dick from his trousers. I wrapped my hand around it, feeling its warmth and readiness. He let his pants fall so he was completely naked too. I started to stroke him and felt a bit of pre-cum on his tip.

"Is your little cunt ready for me?" he asked hotly through his teeth.

I nodded, and he positioned his dick between my pussy lips as he slowly entered with a groan. It felt all so wet, so easy for him to enter. The sensation sent a jolt of ecstasy through my entire being. I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders as he began to move, each thrust bringing me closer.

Our movements became more frantic, the intensity of our desire driving us both to the brink. He fucked me harder as he watched my breasts move with each thrust. We breathed heavy as we neared climax. He stopped right before, grabbing my hips and putting me down from the desk.

"Bend over," he whispered harshly in my ear.

Did as he asked, feeling the cold wood against my upper body. I felt his hand grip my butt cheek, and suddenly a sharp spank sent a slight pain through me. I groaned with a smile and glanced over my shoulder. He ran his thumb over my cheek and pushed a sweaty strand of hair out of my face.

"That's all mine. And I want to fuck you until you can't stand anymore. Do you want that?" he said heatedly through his breath.

I nodded hastily.

"Say it," he demanded.

"I want you to fuck me, please," I whimpered.

"Good girl." That made him so hard, ready to do exactly that.

Without any more words, he pushed his dick deeply and fully inside me.

Surprised by his fast action, I sobbed and fell completely onto the desk. I felt his dick grow harder with each thrust.

The sounds of hot breath, moans, and skin slapping filled the room. The desk moved under our hard movements.

With a final, powerful thrust, we reached our climax together. I felt his semen fill me as I collapsed on the desk and he above me. He pulled out and took a moment to watch our combined fluids flow out of me, a sharp breath escaping through his nose.

"Let's clean you up," he whispered mischievously in my ear as he helped me up. He took his wand and cleaned everything up, leaving no trace of our passion behind.

„I'm looking forward to the next arguments with you“ I said amused.

„Me too.“ he smirked.

[chloesolace]

The Last Great Wizarding Dynasty - Lucius Malfoy x Reader

summary: After Lucius and Narcissa get divorced, he enters a marriage with a younger witch from France. However, the low social status of her family, despite their pureblood status, as well as her lifestyle do not please the British wizarding elite, and soon she finds herself at the center of merciless gossip. However, she soon realizes that her new husband is not as uncaring about as he might seem.

pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Reader

word count: 3.7k

warnings: age gap, handjob (f receiving), praise kink

a/n: Another contribution to my Taylor Swift series, where I write one-shots based on Taylor's songs. This story is based on The Last Great American Dynasty.

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And they said, "There goes the last great American Dynasty Who knows, if she never showed up what could've been There goes the most shameless woman this town has ever seen She had a marvelous time ruining everything"

Curious eyes followed you as you hurried through the foyer of Malfoy Manor, a wine glass in hand that threatened to spill with each step you took. Your long gown was made of a dark blue material, hugging your figure tightly yet not in a way that would be suffocating. You saw out of the corner of your eyes how curious heads followed you, accompanied by muffled chatter you only occasionally understood. 

“Scandalous, is it not? How she walks through this house as if it was hers”, a female voice said, dripping with disapproval. 

“It is hers, Margaret,” another voice remarked, this one male. “From today on, officially.”

You tried to shut out their voices as you raised your glass to your lips, the bittersweetness of the wine filling your mouth while you entered the dining room. The large table at the center had been set by house elves prior to the event, and many guests were sitting at it, dining and chatting with laughter filling the air. 

Standing in the door for a moment, you exhaled, letting your eyes wander over the scene. These were your guests now as much as they were his, and though you did not have many connections within the British pureblood elite, you tried your best to make a good impression. Despite the foul tongues. 

Your husband sat at the end of the dining table, overseeing all the other seats, when he noticed you standing there, a little helpless which was more apparent than you had wanted it to be. Your family never hosted events like these, most were intimate and familial if anything. Today, you had to entertain almost eighty guests. 

“There she is”, Lucius Malfoy said, silencing the chatter around him as he lifted his own wine glass towards you. “Come and join me, my dear.” 

You looked at the few dozen eyes scanning you and tried to ignore the whispers that followed as you made your way towards Lucius, hoping to Merlin you would not trip and fall then and there. You had always been rather clumsy, and though it had never bothered you much in the wild, tumultuous life that Paris offered. No one had noticed before, and no one had cared either. Here, at Malfoy Manor, the slightest mistake might come at the cost of respect.

When you reached Lucius, you stood next to him, resting your free hand in his as he remained seated. You overlooked the grand dining table, seeing how the guests stared at you expectantly. Some were focused on the diamond ring on your finger, reflecting the chandelier’s light, while others looked at your face and you hoped your nervousness was not all that visible. You were expected to say a few words, you just needed a moment to find them. 

“Thank you all for coming to our first formal outing as a married couple,” you began, tightening the grip around your wine glass so it would not slip from your fingers. Your gaze briefly dropped to Lucius, who did not meet your eyes. Swallowing, you continued, “it is an honor to stand here as the new Mrs Malfoy. Food and drinks will be available to you all evening, and our entertainment for tonight should arrive any minute. We hope you will enjoy this evening, and thank you for being here.” 

Raising your glass higher, you smiled at the gathered as they did the same. As if on cue, loud music began playing from another room; you had hired a band from Paris to play. They were prevalent amongst the young, French wizarding community, but in England barely anyone had heard of them. Some of the elderly guests gave each other curious looks when the music started playing, but you looked away when you felt Lucius pull your hand up to his lips. You looked down at him, eyes locked with his. 

“You should get to know some of our guests better,” he said in a low voice so only you could hear, his breath tickling your hand. “I will find you later.” 

Before he let go, he planted a soft kiss on the back of your hand, the only form of tenderness he had ever shown you. Sighing, you turned around and left the dining hall, painfully aware of the eyes staring at you, waiting to make a mistake. They reminded you of vultures circling above a dying animal before the inevitable happened and they could feast on it. 

You greeted the people you saw, offering them warm smiles, and practiced politeness. Even as you were conversing with an older couple that seemed quite lovely, it was hard not to overhear the humiliating comments made by some of the more disapproving guests. 

“Yes, already spending the Malfoy family fortune, I heard,” a woman said disapprovingly, and it was all you could focus on despite the friendly conversation partner. “And goodness, this loud music is giving me a headache. Please excuse me.”

Bitter about what you had overheard, you took a sip of your wine and hoped the evening would be over soon. 

Later that night, you slipped into your nightgown in the master bedroom, lips stained from red wine and muscles aching. Letting out a groan, you sank into the soft sheets, the material feeling more luxurious than anything you had ever touched before. You have been living at Malfoy Manor for a while now, but only called the master bedroom yours for a few days. 

The wedding seemed so far away now. You remember looking at your aunt’s proud face right before you said vows that were pre-written and void of passion. Many decades ago, your family had reveled in glory but ever since your great-great-grandfather gambled away all the Bezants your family possessed, all that it was left with was a surname associated with greed and blood that once flowed through noble veins.

You turned your head to the side, looking out the window at the dark woods surrounding the manor. It was so different from the rush of the city. So quiet. 

A shiver ran down your spine and you sat up on the bed, wrapping your arms around your upper body. The manor was so big, and you were alone in it with only your husband, whose late hours prevented him from keeping you company, and since his son was away at Hogwarts, you were left with a handful of house-elves who barely spoke to you. It was frightening. 

“I see you’re comfortable.”

Lucius stood in the doorway, still dressed in his formal wear as he looked at you, lips barely curled up into a smile. You had to look twice to see if it was even there. 

“I’m rather tired after tonight,” you said, pulling the blanket over yourself a bit. You had not slept in the same bed for long and still felt some shame with him seeing you so vulnerable. It wasn’t like you had never been intimate with a man, but they had mostly been flings, heavily influenced by intoxication and touch starvation. This man, however, was your husband, whom you’d married out of duty to restore some honor to your family.

He hummed in response, letting his gaze drift through the room before settling on you again. For a moment, he seemed unsure what to say, before he parted his lips to speak. 

“I will have Feepy bring you some chamomile tea. You should rest, I might still be awake for quite a while so you do not need to wait for me.”

You nodded slowly and smiled faintly as you watched him pull the door shut behind him, leaving you alone in the large room, with nothing but the vastness of the forest outside to keep you company. 

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Loud music filled the hallways of Malfoy Manor, dancing witches, and wizards exchanging drinks and gazes as a female voice sang in French to the fast melody. In the midst of it, house elves were offering drinks on platters and you were standing by the side, chatting with one of your friends you knew back from when you had been a student at Beauxbatons. Louis was a young, handsome wizard who worked for the Ministry in Paris and was currently enjoying one of the wines Lucius had offered you for tonight. 

“Where is your husband, anyway?” Asked Louis in English out of politeness towards the English witch who had joined you a while ago. It was too loud to have an actual conversation, so you simply took a sip from your drink and shrugged your shoulders before signaling you’d retreat for a while. 

Drink in hand, you swayed to the music and greeted the guests you hadn’t yet, laughing and hugging people you hadn’t seen in ages. Finally, after days spent in this cold, large mansion you felt alive again, and less scared of what lay in the woods. 

When you passed the entrance door briefly, you heard knocking coming from the other side, which was mostly swallowed by the music. You stopped, blinking the intoxication away before opening the large door, aided by the door’s enchantment since it would usually be way too heavy for you to open alone. 

On the other side stood two elderly women with angry expressions. They were wearing dark clothing, and you recognized one of them from the event Lucius and you had hosted a few weeks ago. 

“Can I help you?” You asked as you stepped into the November evening air, pulling the door shut behind you so you had some quiet to talk, but the music could still be heard, it just sounded more distant. 

“Mrs Malfoy,” one of them said, her voice dismissive. “We live in the town nearby and want you to turn down the music this instant.” You knew what town they were talking about; it was close and filled with large houses owned by rich wizarding families of high status. It was quite small, too, almost too small to call it a town. 

“It is awfully loud,” the woman continued, “no doubt magically amplified. This is the third time in two weeks that we have been robbed of sleep and peace.”

You blinked. You had made sure to always host parties on weekends only, and were unsure how they would even be able to hear it, despite it being indeed magically amplified. Nevertheless, you wanted to be polite to them, so you smiled, took out your wand, and turned the music down with a flick of it. There were some annoyed reactions from inside the house, but you focused on the women in front of you. 

“Of course,” you said with a forced smile. “My apologies.” 

The women scoffed and exchanged a glance before the one you did not recognize said, “It better stay that way now.” 

They gave you another look before both turned around and vanished by portkey, leaving you sighing in the cold November air. There was no way they could have heard the music, but for some reason, they seemed to leech onto every opportunity they got to criticize or gossip about you. As if you were some social experiment they were only waiting to fail. 

“(y/n),” you heard Lucius say behind you, the music briefly increasing in volume as he opened the door, before shutting it again. “What was this about?”

“Lucius,” you said in surprise, blinking a few times. He usually liked to stay upstairs in an enchanted soundproof room during one of your parties, and you had not been expecting him to come out. “They just asked me to turn the music down.” 

“Did they.” He contemplated the words for a few moments, before locking eyes with you again. You noticed how he had bound his hair back. You had not seen him wear it like this before, but you somehow preferred it open, it suited him better in your opinion. 

“Well,” he continued, “I will return to my study. If you need anything, Feepy will be available to you.” 

“Right. Feepy,” you replied, watching as he vanished behind the door again, leaving it open for you to follow him inside, which you only did after taking one last look at the path leading away from the manor, where Lucius’ white peacocks slept with their heads hidden behind their feathers. 

Your guests left at around half past one, and you helped the house elves clean even though they kept reassuring you that you did not have to. Still, you felt bad about it, but you were feeling extremely tired, so you excused yourself and climbed the stairs towards the first floor. Already dreaming of the soft sheets that would envelop you soon, you noticed light coming from Lucius’ study, and stopped in front of it. 

After knocking gently, you pushed it open a bit and stepped into the room. It was filled with bookshelves stretching up to the ceiling, and a large desk in the center with a lamp. Lucius was sitting in his chair, a quill in his hand with which he wrote something into a book before him. His handwriting was quite elegant, you could tell even from that far away. 

When he looked up at you, your eyes met and you felt a faint shiver run down your spine. 

“(y/n). Did the guests leave?” 

You closed the door behind you, brushing some lint off your dress. “They did,” you replied as you looked at him with tired eyes. Lucius leaned back in his seat, placing the quill down on the desk. 

“Why do you tire yourself out with these affairs? You barely even seem to enjoy them.” 

You furrowed your brows, unsure where he got the idea that you did not enjoy your own parties. Back in Paris you had visited and hosted countless ones, and had never felt more alive each time. 

“Why do you say that?” You asked, crossing your arms as you began walking through the room, taking a long look at the bookshelf next to the door instead of meeting his eye. The leatherbound books seemed quite old, some of them had faded golden letters while others had clearly been read over and over again. 

“You smile at your friends yet it fades the moment they turn away. You are never hosting without a drink in your hand. Your eyes are tired.” Stopping in your tracks, you swallowed, not aware that he had been observing you. Or that he had even left his study at all during any of your celebrations. “It is like you are afraid of being alone.” 

Your jaw clenched and you turned your head to look at him again. He was still sitting in his chair, elbows leaning on the desk with his head resting on his intertwined fingers. Even now, you felt like he was studying you. 

“Why do you let me host these parties?” You asked, avoiding his deduction. “It is not like you particularly enjoy them yourself.” 

The corner of his mouth twitched and he exhaled deeply, crossing one leg over the other as he leaned back again. 

“This is your home now, too, (y/n). I see no reason to keep you from your pleasures, and though I know this marriage is far from ideal I hope it will not become an unhappy one.” 

You bit the inner of your cheek while you listened to him, gaze dropping to the expensive carpet you were standing on, contemplating whether to tell him what had been burning on your tongue for a few minutes now. Sighing, you took a step towards the desk, your eyes glued to the floor.

“When I was a child, my mother and I were gathering herbs in the forest. She was a very talented witch when it comes to potions.” You cleared your throat, trying to contain the hint of panic arising in your chest as memories resurfaced. “She was sick. Something was not quite right with her head, I don’t know the specifics but she left me there. In the woods. Alone. I had never been so terrified in my life. Even after I was found by my aunt, and my mother sent away somewhere, I bore the scars of that experience. When it is quiet, and no one is around I feel… unsafe. I do not know how else to describe it. So I moved to Paris, a city that never sleeps, after I graduated from Beauxbatons four years ago. I did not stay there for very long, of course, because now I am here.” You looked up at him, seeing that he had been intently listening this whole time. “With a husband who barely looks at me and spends all his time in his study,” you added a bit breathlessly. 

Lucius pursed his lips, gray eyes flickering between yours, before he finally rose from his chair and walked around his desk until he stood directly before you. You blinked at him, unsure how he would react to what you had said. 

“You are a young, bright witch, (y/n),” he began, and by looking up at him you were reminded just how much taller he was than you. “I wanted to let you keep your freedom, but perhaps freedom was not what you needed after all.” 

As he said that, his gaze dropped to your lips and you inhaled sharply, your cheeks turning pink. Lucius took a step towards you, and you uncrossed your arms in response. Your heartbeat increased, and for some reason,  you could not look away from him, no matter how hard you tried. 

“What I need,” you whispered, inhaling the scent of his leather coat, “is someone who is there for me.” 

He raised a hand to touch your cheek but stopped mid-air as if he was contemplating whether he should. You saw his eyes shift to the wedding band on his finger, which was different from the one you were wearing only in size. Eyes narrowing slightly in thought, he looked back at you and brushed your cheek gently with the backs of his fingers. 

You parted your lips, embarrassed about how you reacted to this gentle touch when you had been sleeping next to this man for weeks now, yet it had still always been rather lonely. 

“Lucius-” You said, but he cut you off by pressing his thumb to your soft lips, his hold on your cheek becoming more dominant as he pulled you towards him. You gasped as your chest was suddenly pressed to his, head tilted towards him. 

“I have been wanting to do this for some time, but I did not want to overstep,” he whispered, and you felt the vibrations of his voice against your chest. 

“Well, I am your wife,” you replied as you looked up at him. “Perhaps you should start treating me like one, too.” 

You did not have to say another word before Lucius placed both hands on your cheeks and pulled you up into a hungry kiss, which you returned after a few seconds, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You had dreamed of this, truth be told. Each night that you had laid next to him you had played with the thought of curling up to him, especially when the wind was howling outside, or the woods looked particularly dark. 

All of it was forgotten, however, when he let his hands slide down your body until they reached the back of your thighs underneath your skirt, which he grabbed to lift you from the ground. You held on tightly to him, hands playing with the bow holding his hair together in the nape of his neck until it fell loose to the ground, unbinding his long platinum hair. You buried your hands in it, breaking the kiss only to gasp for air. Especially, when you suddenly felt the bookshelf in your back. The smell of the leather they were bound in reached your nose. It was a smell you had long begun to associate with him. 

His grip on your thighs tightened, fingers digging into your bare skin as he started tracing your jawline with his lips, planting kisses mixed with nibbles that made you shiver. Lucius gently let you down on the floor again, leaving one hand on the small of your back as the other slid up your thigh, stopping only when it reached the sensitive spot between your legs. 

You let out a soft moan when his fingers started tracing small circles over your sensitive flesh, separated from it only by the fabric of your underwear. Throwing your head back against the bookshelf, you moaned his name, which made him increase his pace. 

“Say it again,” he whispered, his voice raspy and deep. There was an authority in his voice that said he would not appreciate defiance. 

“Lucius,” you complied, opening your eyes to gaze into his just as he pushed the fabric aside and buried two fingers deep inside you, earning a loud gasp from you that made him smirk. 

“Good girl.” 

You bit your bottom lip, hair sticking to your forehead as a thin layer of sweat formed there. You suddenly felt extremely hot, and you did not know whether it was the fireplace on the other side of the room, or him, or perhaps a mixture of both. 

“Perhaps tonight, we shall do more than simply sleep,” he whispered directly in your ear, curling his fingers inside you as his thumb pressed against your swollen clit, which made you unable to respond properly. You only managed to hum in agreement, while his free hand found its way to one of your breasts, cupping and kneading it. 

As you reached your climax, you held onto his shoulders tightly since your legs threatened to give in. You were breathing fast, unable to properly process what had just happened while Lucius removed his hand from underneath your skirt, covered in your slick. 

“I fear you will be even more tired tomorrow morning than you are right now,” he said, tracing the edge of your lip with his finger, allowing you to taste yourself if you wished so. “But I will see to it that your future nights will be calm and that you can rest easy.” 

Lucius took a step away from you, nodding at you once before turning to leave. “I hope to see you in our bedchamber soon," he said, before shutting the door behind him.

Wizarding high society was only waiting for your marriage to fail, you were sure of that. But you were also sure that you would ruin their malicious hopes, and kill their rudeness with grace.

Who knows, if I never showed up what could've been There goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen I had a marvelous time ruining everything

[gaywizardingworld]

Preserving Lemons by saintgarbanzo is one of the most beautifully written drarry fics i’ve ever read. i’m really shocked and kinda sad that i haven’t heard about it sooner. it is a MUST read.

harry having palestinian roots and cooking palestinian food for draco 😮‍💨🤌🏽 also exposing the racism of europeans ooh amazing spectacular incredible

[liliansilverstuff]

The following is a 🍋 scene from my WIP, with some context removed for the sake of no spoilers beyond the fact that this scene happens at all ☺️

“Sorry,” he said, holding both hands up with a playful smirk. “I know you’re excited. It’s very cute.”

Hermione’s eyes flashed dangerously, and before Draco knew it, she’d crossed the room, knocked his book out of his hands, and straddled him.

Then, she leaned down and said, right into his ear, “What have I told you about calling me cute, Malfoy?” The bite on his earlobe was actually quite painful, and he sucked in air through his teeth, while at the same time feeling his cock harden beneath her. She must have felt it, too, because she moved her hips languidly then, dragging her core over him right through her thin flannel pajama bottoms. He loved the way her body shuddered as she did so.

Moaning with the sensation, he brought his hands to her hips and squeezed greedily.

“I didn’t even finish my assignment yet. You’re going to spoil the reward system,” he said, pressing himself up into her.

They had already silenced the room. They always did while they were studying, as a rule.

“Mmmm,” she said, taking his earlobe into her mouth more gently this time, then placing her tongue pointedly at the spot just behind it. She chuckled darkly as she felt him twitch beneath her as she did so.

Wicked witch.

“But I likely won’t be here when you do finish since I need to go pick up my post, so consider this an advance reward.”

Draco’s eyes rolled back slightly as she moved on him once again, and as his fingers began toying with the waistline of her pajama bottoms, he nearly gasped when he realized that she wasn’t wearing knickers.

“Reward,” he drawled, “and here I thought I was in for a punishment, Granger.”

“Did I say reward?” she said lightly, and he was too enraptured to notice until it was far too late, that she had unsheathed her wand and pointed it directly at him. All at once, his arms and legs were tied to either end of the bed. “Silly me, I must have misspoke.”

“What are you doing, Granger?” he said playfully. She had never done this before. Apart from cleaning charms and wards, all of their sexual exploits had been devoid of any magical assistance up until this moment.

He was not complaining, to be clear. Just… noticing. He also noticed that he was hard as a fucking rock in the wake of her spell.

Idly, he wondered if entering the magical world again had caused some kind of uptick in her desire to use magic. All thoughts collapsed, however, when she then scooted back and bent down to kiss his hardness on top of his trousers. He felt himself buck up into her involuntarily.

“Ah ah ah,” she said. “Stay still, Malfoy, or I’ll make you.”

He sucked in a quick breath, letting it out on a strong shudder, but stilled his hips. It was a mark of how much he trusted her… loved her… that he wasn’t fighting this.

She then slid her hand up his hard length and pulled down the zipper. Deftly dipping her hand inside of his pants, he pulsed as she held him, gently stroking his tip with her thumb.

“I’d like to tell you about the dream I had last night. Would you like that?”

His eyes were laser focused on her as he nodded slowly.

“Mmm,” she said with a smirk, “correct answer.”

The way she said it, he half expected her to throw in a 10 points to Slytherin.

“We were at Hogwarts together for our 8th year,” she said, and he nearly lost his breath, because he’d had multiple fantasies based on this potential past reality. “It was late, and I was studying in the restricted section.”

“Of course you were.”

“Shh, it’s not your turn to speak yet,” she said, eyes darkening in a way that sent a thrill up his spine. Her hand continued to lightly play with him, but his eyes widened immensely as he saw her bring her other hand up to give one of her gorgeous, perky tits a squeeze.

“And as I was studying, I started to feel a bit restless. I didn’t want to retire to my dorm yet, but I was having trouble,” she said, then looked down at the nipple her fingers were currently playing with, then looked back at him and said, “concentrating.”

Draco swallowed hard.

What was breathing?

“So,” she went on, then trailed her hand down between her legs and began to lightly massage her core. “I looked around to make sure no one was near, and then began to do this.”

His heart pounding, he could see it. The exact table where she sat, the darkness and quiet of the room, and the way the only sound would be her soft breaths.

“And then, suddenly, you appeared around a corner and saw me. Utterly transfixed.”

Draco imagined the scene perfectly. The way he would have felt his entire body melt at the sight of her, unsure if what he was seeing was even real or some kind of magical mirage. The way her eyes would have widened in shock upon noticing him.

“But instead of stopping, I smiled at you and we locked eyes as I continued to pleasure myself,” she said, then slid her hand inside of her pants. Draco bit his lip when he heard her wetness as she explored her folds. With her other hand, she began to stroke him; her smile bordering on evil.

“You of course then reached down to touch yourself. Like it was the plan. Like it was something we’d done before. Did,” she stopped to bite her lip, “frequently.”

It was taking everything in him not to move beneath her. Then, mercifully, she removed her hand from him, and instead grabbed her wand again, aiming it at one of his hands. He felt his binds release, and he understood.

He pulled his cock out fully, and began to stroke himself, their eyes never lingering away from each other’s.

“What then?” he whispered.

Her breath hitched before saying, “Then I pushed my chair back so you could see me, and hiked my skirt up, and it was such a thrill to watch your eyes taking in my wet cunt.”

Gods he loved when she talked this way. It wasn’t every time, almost like a fine wine they couldn’t have at each meal, lest it be spoiled.

He let out a groan as he pumped himself and said, “Can I see you now?”

It was a surprise when she didn’t make him beg, but hopped off of him and removed her pajamas before sitting back down in the desk chair, legs spread wide, fingers dancing all around her folds, then dipping inside her.

When he licked his lips, she moaned.

“Like what you see, Malfoy?” she said, and it was clear that she was now quoting her dream.

“I should think that was obvious,” he drawled back, playing along by adding a note of annoyance to his voice.

“Mmm, I bet you’d love to fuck this little Muggle-born cunt, wouldn’t you?” Two fingers disappeared inside of her, and his own movements sped.

“Granger, you have no bloody clue.”

Upon hearing those words, she waved her free hand and he felt his other binds disappear.

“Give me a bloody clue then, you arrogant arse.”

He was up from the bed with his clothes on the floor with unimaginable speed. The first thing he did was reach down to pull off her shirt. After he did so, he was dimly aware that her hand had gone right back to her core as he kneeled down to suck on each of her tits in turn. She keened as he did so, letting out a loud whimper.

He stood and captured her lips aggressively, while both of his hands toyed with her nipples. Then, he moved to her earlobe, biting and licking in the same manner she’d done to him.

“You want this cock in you, Granger? Right here in the library?”

“Y- yes,” she panted.

“Yes what?”

“Yes I want your cock inside me, Malfoy.”

“Right here?”

“Right here in the library, yes.”

“Good girl. Get up,” he said, and she stood. Roughly, he spun her around, then pressed on her back, indicating that she should lean over her desk. She did.

Holding the base of his cock in his hand, he ran his tip over her folds, coating himself in her ample slick. Then, without warning, he shoved himself fully inside her on the first thrust. She cried out, but whether in pain, pleasure, or both, he did not know. And if he was the version of himself from the dream, he likely would not care either.

With one bruising hand gripping her waist and the other on her shoulder, he began thrusting unrelentingly.

“Oh, fuck yes. Fuck yes,” she groaned.

“Mmm, good girl, Granger. You’re so good at taking my cock, aren’t you?”

She didn’t answer with words, but she did let out a yell as his speed increased.

“You fucking deserve this, you know that?”

At this, she managed to whisper, “Yes.”

“You deserve to be fucked after beating me in every class, you bloody swot.”

Her moan of approval had a note of desperation that made him go even harder, especially when he felt her pushing back with each of his thrusts.

“Bet you want to ride me, don’t you?”

Her nod was nearly imperceptible, but he saw it.

“Well, too bad, you’re going to come for me just like this, and you’re going to do it exactly when I say, do you understand?”

He saw her nod again, as he leaned forward and reached around to massage her clit. Her yell of approval sounded manic, and he knew she was already right at her edge.

Abruptly, he slowed his movements. The effect was instantaneous, and she shoved her cunt over his cock hungrily as she whimpered with disappointment.

Draco smirked, remembering that this was supposed to be his punishment, not hers. Alas…

“Would you like to come, Granger?”

An emphatic nod.

“Would you? How badly?” he said, picking up the speed of his thrusts again slightly, but still keeping his fingers just to the other side of her clit.

“So badly.”

“Really?”

“Yes!”

“Hmm, I’m not entirely convinced.”

With a growl, she really began to push back on his cock then, trying desperately to take what she needed.

“Malfoy, I want to come on your cock so badly, please!”

He was near bursting at this point, but wanted to see how long he could extend the game. How long he could hold out and make her orgasm even stronger when it finally happened. But then, she said something that ruined all of his plans.

“I want your Pureblood seed in my little cunt, now!”

Letting out a strangled yell, he thrust into her hard and fast once again, but he also resumed his circles over her clit.

“You’ll have it,” he growled, “when you come for me. Right now, Granger. Come for me now.”

Instantly, he felt her walls begin to flutter around his cock. Continuing his thrusts, as well as his massaging of her clit, he felt himself topple over the edge, coming hard into her slick cunt in multiple throbbing bursts. Both her orgasm and his spilling of seed seemed to last far longer than usual, and by the end they were both moaning together in ecstasy.

Later, after they cleaned themselves up, they lay in bed exchanging tender kisses. He held her in his arms and they both sighed.

After a while, he said, “That was a new line.”

He could almost feel the heat of her blush.

“I… I said it in the dream.”

He raised both eyebrows and said, “I think all these years of creative writing classes have done wonders for your imagination.”

She scoffed and turned an affronted look on him, but he just pulled her in for another kiss, and they sank back into their tender caresses and contented sighs.

Link to fic

[hptruefan-cheekytorah]

Draco: *smirking* I'm like a fine wine, Potter.

Harry: More like a stubborn stain I can't get rid of.

[dewitty1]

you look so fine

michi_thekiller 

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Harry/Draco, Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter Characters: Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Narcissa Malfoy Additional Tags: Veela!Draco, Veela, Mythical Beings & Creatures, Mild Gore, Sexual Content, Dark Comedy, Horror, Crack!Horror, Explicit Sexual Content

Summary:

In which Draco is a Veela and Harry is his mate. .

"When Draco Malfoy turned 16 years old, he thought he’d make a night of it. He went to a club, met a bloke, and then promptly took himself next door pay-by-the-hour hotel, determined to get the most bang for the Galleon, in a manner of speaking.

Not even one full Galleon into it, Draco Malfoy lost his virginity.

It all went just how he’d always imagined it, and it was, all in all, a bloody good time.

Waking up the next morning, however, next to a bloody ribcage and a man’s intestines strewn all over the bed like thick wet streamers - that was a bloody bad time.”

Excerpt:

“Don’t touch me,” Draco warns him. “We both know how this ends, and bloodily is an understatement.” It ends, of course, with him waking up next to the devoured remains; bones and bloody bits, a green eyeball like a grape, broken glasses and some messy black hair stuck in his teeth, and thinking, ‘I can’t believe I ate the whole thing!’

“Shhh,” Potter shushes him. He ghosts a hand over his skin, hovering, just an inch above his clothes. It hovers over his arm and Draco can feel the warmth radiating from it, can feel the goosebumps forming and his skin prickle with the feeling.

“I’m sorry,” Potter whispers hoarsely, “but I need this.”

He can feel his breath, warm and moist, on his own lips. “Just one moment. Just let me have this,” he pants. And his mouth is so close. So achingly close that Draco can feel and taste and kiss his breath but not those saintly lips. Not his mouth. That wonderful private needy dirty part of him.

“Let me have this.” And Draco nods. Draco would have agreed to anything at this point, would have killed a man, would have chased the moon, would have torn off all his clothes and danced naked in the centre of Hogsmeade - anything.

And Potter, still not touching with his body, not touching with his hand - saving, murdering, forgiving, damning hand - slowly notches their mouths together. Chaste, gentle, and perfect.

When they say a kiss is stolen they must mean this. A kiss taken from him, lips stolen from him because they are no longer his the moment their mouths meet. A kiss ripped from him, everything he wants and nothing he wants, too much and not nearly enough. His breath, snatched completely out of his lungs in that one meeting, where his whole body is left empty, hollow, wanting.

And he’s never so much loved the thief.

A kiss like this is surely an accident. Draco can’t blame Potter, for the way their mouths fit so perfectly together, for the softness of it, the strange tenderness of it when his whole body hums with the need to tear a human being apart. To disassemble it and explore its insides. The way Potter kisses him, it’s the way that they kiss in romance novels and in fairytales, the way people kiss against sunset-drenched backdrops and under velvety moonlight; soft and gentle and almost achingly innocent. It makes a strange feeling well up in his chest. A choking, sick feeling; a sharp pain and he can’t breathe. As if his lungs suddenly shrivelled up, as if they’d forgotten what they were meant to do.

It has to be pity. Draco pities him. Potter was supposed to be one of the good ones, after all. He was never meant to want this, any of this, and at the heart of it, he really didn’t want him, as he said. How could he?

Draco supposes that he really can’t help it, and he can’t help that Potter can’t help it, and he’s not sure who he’s supposed to blame, here, but someone should be here to take responsibility for this mess. “I’m sorry,” Potter murmurs against his mouth, hands balled into a fists at his side, clenching. Draco can feel the heat roll off of his body in intoxicating waves. “All these days and I haven’t found anything. I’ve been completely distracted from my mission and I’ve nothing to show for it. I need to find that bastard and it’s just like before, with them, that was my fault and now I’m doing the same thing to you. You’re just getting sicker and sicker, it’s killing you, and I’m the one to blame. It’s all because...because...”

He stops himself abruptly, cutting off the stream of madman babble, and pulls himself back with a visible jerk. The breeze that wafts in the empty space between them is so sharp and so bitter it might as well have been the Arctic wind.

“Tonight,” Potter says, much more clearly now, clarity in his voice and clarity in his mind; voice filled with that familiar, stupid Potter resolve. “Tonight, at sunset, I’ll let you go, and you can Apparate to the nearest town and...do...whatever it is that you need to do.”

“I’ll come back,” Draco says, quietly.

Potter laughs then, a sound so sardonic and bitter it was far more Malfoy-ian than Potteresque. “Shut up, Malfoy. I’ve three-quarters of a mind to just keep you here and damn the consequences.”

“You’ve only three-quarters of a mind,” Draco points out.

“Exactly,” says Potter, wryly. “So shut up, Malfoy.”

And then he kisses him again, that soft way with just their mouths touching, painfully not enough, body angled carefully away, so close that he can smell him, can feel that heat of him, can hear the pounding of his heart, and yet not close enough to touch - so horrible and frustrating that a few scant inches between them might as well be an endless chasm. Fingers drift, ever so lightly, carefully down the bare skin of one arm and Draco shivers and wants to scream, pushes closer for more contact, arches desperately for it, but all he can get is the touch of lips, soft and wet and almost-shy, moving gently against his own.

Draco actually finds it quite easy to shut up for quite some time.

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[greattemptation]

This week, I read Preserving Lemons by @saintgarbanzo

This fic is as generous as it is sensuous. It explores of depth and multiformity of culture, asks what it means to listen, and teaches that learning about your own self often means touching things outside of you.

It's pretty, poignant, hot, and timely. Do yourself a favor and head on over. And bring a snack--you will get hungry!!

[dracoxmalereader]

This is what my laptop sees when I open the school website again to double check my progress like the 150 assignments I have left were gonna do themselves.

Is it even possible to do all of that in the 2 days before the semester ends? Idk but I'm about to find out.

Sorry I haven't posted anything in EONS. If I don't finish all my work by the end of the semester I get more unexcused absences and then my parents will have to go to court bcoz truancy. :P

After the semester ends I will post ✨ and after like an extra day or two to hibernate because I've been averaging 2 hours of sleep a night for like 2 weeks.

I have a request lined up, two separate one-shots drafted, and a bunch of chapters of Intense waiting to be written. So, once the semester ends, I'll hopefully be updating regularly again. At the very least if I don't finish all my work on time, I'll be updating regularly until I get grounded for the rest of time.

I don't want to spoil anything, but I'll finally be dipping my toes into some (whispers) angst.

[harpistindecember]

What is wrong with the lemons?

Draco Malfoy vs Common Muggle Sayings

[clesired]

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 ! “can i request a fred weasley x slytherin!reader? with her being draco’s older sister?” thank you to the lovely anon who requested this <3

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 ! your brother and boyfriend’s twin end up in a brawl, but fred considers himself the real winner.

𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 ! light!angst ( reader and draco argue ), fluff, slytherin malfoy fem!reader, established relationship, second person pov, 1.4k words!

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You quietly sigh to yourself as you look at the two most important men in your life standing before you.

Both your brother and boyfriend look like they’ve been through the mud—or rather, the wet grass of the Quidditch pitch; but the former is clearly faring worse than the latter.

You’d watched the whole brawl go down—the whole school had, staff included.

The only reason Fred isn’t bleeding like Draco or sporting a busted lip like his twin is because his teammates had held him back.

Three of them.

He’s not hurt, but he’s furious—and while he’s been good on leaving Draco alone since you’ve begun dating, the look in Fred’s eyes right now tell you that he’s still reared up to go.

And you can’t say you blame him. Your brother had been out of line and you know it.

Which is why you cross your arms and focus on the blonde, staring into an identical pair of your own grey eyes as you frown.

“I don’t even know where to begin with you.” You say quietly. “Not only do you insult my boyfriend’s mother and his family home—but then you go and get into a brawl with his brother!? And then get them both banned from playing Quidditch!?”

Draco is immediately on the defense. You know your little brother. You see it in the way he stands up straighter, face growing contrite and indignant—he’s going to argue back.

And sure enough, “He hit me first! What was I-”

“I don’t want to hear it.” You cut him off sharply, and he instantly quiets. Years of being a big sister and essentially second mother for him during the school year has taught him when to back down.

“You deserved it, and we both know it. You insulted the Weasleys first. George might’ve thrown the first blow, but you threw the first stone.”

You shake your head slowly as you look down at him. “After everything our family has been through, Draco—I really thought you would know better than to attack another person’s.”

He swallows softly as he hangs his head, his fists clenching at his side—a habit he does whenever he’s angry at himself. And your father.

You can see that your words have hit home for him. Good. You know your little brother is an arse, which is putting it lightly—but you also know that there’s still good in him.

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly, and you shake your head.

“I’m not the ones you need to apologize to.” You say pointedly as you raise a brow.

Draco’s face morphs into an angry scowl and for a moment, you almost think he’s going to take it all back—but then he lets out a soft sigh and looks at Fred.

“I’m sorry, Weasley. It was wrong of me to attack your mother’s character and home like that. Or get you banned from Quidditch.” He says quietly. He looks like he’s just swallowed a sour lemon as he says it—but his tone is genuine and you know he means it.

You look at your boyfriend then, to gauge his reaction.

It’s his decision whether he forgives your brother or not, and you’ll support him in whatever choice he makes. Draco messed up, and you won’t allow your brother to get away with his wrongdoings like everyone else does.

What kind of a big sister would that make you?

Fred’s still angry, you can tell. His jaw is clenched and he’s taking deep breaths. He seems to grow taller as he stares down at the younger boy, and his fingers twitch at his side—like he’s fighting his body to keep still.

“I’m going to say this once, so listen up, Malfoy.” He starts, his stare growing more intense as he continues to look down at your brother.

“I don’t like you. I probably never will if you keep up the way you are—but I do respect you. You’re my witch’s brother, and whether you like it or not, I’m marrying your sister one day.” He steps closer, the height difference becoming more apparent as he does so.

Draco’s tall, but Fred is just simply taller.

“I’m here to stay, mate. We’re going to be in each other’s lives forever. So stay in your lane, and I’ll stay in mine.” He nods slowly.

“But speak on my family like that again, disrespect the Weasley name—your sister’s future name; and I’ll show you why you should consider yourself lucky it was the other twin that got his hands on you today.” He finishes quietly.

Fred’s words even make the hair on the back of your neck rise. You know he means it, and from the way Draco swallows and casts his eyes to the side—he knows it too.

The blonde nods slowly. “Understood.”

Fred seems to ease up a little then, as he takes a step back and then another. He doesn’t stop until he’s beside you, arm securely wrapped around your waist.

Draco turns to look at you again and you instantly see the question in his eyes.

Are we okay?

You sigh softly and nod as you move to wrap your own arm around Fred.

“Apologize to the rest of the Weasleys by tomorrow.” You narrow your eyes, “I will know if you don’t.”

Draco lets out a quiet sigh and nods. “I will, Y/N. I promise.”

You step away from Fred to pull the younger boy into a hug—one he returns reluctantly, but within seconds he’s squeezing you tight and resting his chin on your shoulder.

He needs this hug. Deep down, your brother is sensitive—his craving for love and belonging steep. He always needs reassurance whenever you two have a row, always afraid that that’ll be the day you walk away from him forever. Thank you, dad.

“We’re okay, I promise. I love you, even though you’re a little shite sometimes.” You whisper softly, and smile when you feel him squeeze you tighter.

When you pull away, he returns your smile with his own—albeit smaller. “I love you too, Y/N.”

He nods to Fred and then begins to head to the dungeons.

You smirk softly as you make your way back into Fred’s arms, watching your brother go. “Staying with Fred tonight, cover for me with Snape! Thanks, love you!”

You hear a faint groan of complaint as he rounds the corner and you smile triumphantly.

Fred rubs your arm up and down gently as he chuckles, the sound vibrating through his chest and into yours.

You tilt your head up to him and smile apologetically. “I’m sorry for what he did today.”

He shakes his head instantly as he rubs your back soothingly. “Don’t apologize for him, love. You did nothing wrong.”

“I know, I know, but still. He said awful things about your mum and got you banned from Quidditch!” You sigh softly as you loop your arms around his neck and begin to fiddle with his hair. “He’s my little brother. My responsibility.”

Fred grabs your hands and brings them to his lips, kissing them gently. “Your brother, yes. Your responsibility, no. But your efforts are appreciated, love.”

He smirks softly as he pulls your hands back around his neck. “You had the git apologizing quicker than it’d even taken for the brawl to get going.”

You shake your head in amusement as you roll your eyes playfully. Normally, you would gently chastise him whenever he makes a snide remark about your brother—but you figure you can let it slide for today, all things considered.

“I hope you didn’t accept his apology for my sake, though. You have every right to be upset and not forgive him if that’s how you feel, Freddie.” You say softly.

He shakes his head gently. “I know, love. I chose to forgive him for exactly why I told him.”

You melt as you recall his words about marrying you and someday giving you the Weasley name. “I can’t believe you said all of that.”

“And I meant every word of it.” He murmurs softly before gently pulling you into a deep but tender, lingering kiss.

When he pulls back, he smiles, thumb caressing your cheek as he cups your face. “Besides, the way I see it—the bloke hates me and I’m dating his sister. He can still play Quidditch, sure, but who’s the real winner here? And I didn’t even have to touch a single hair on his pointy head.”

You burst out laughing before leaning into his chest. “The real winner of the brawl, huh?” You play along.

He just smirks softly. “Damn right, love.”

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[vigilante-3073]

Honey & Lemon

Draco Malfoy x Female Hufflepuff Reader

Summary: Draco Malfoy has always longed to be loved and accepted. As he falls in love with Y/N, a studious young Hufflepuff, he starts to wonder if his happy ending may be closer than he could've expected.

TW: Lovesick Draco, kissing, hand holding, jokes.

Draco Malfoy met Y/N L/N when he was in his third year at Hogwarts. If he had to be completely honest, he didn't know that she existed before she stood in front of him after their Potions class that day.

Y/N had always been a good student but she had a lot of trouble with Potions. Y/N had gone to Professor Snape for help and he sent her to Draco for some tutoring. Draco was at the top of the class and Y/N could learn a lot from him.

"Hello," Y/N said softly, holding her books close to her chest as she stood in front of his lab table.

Draco glanced at Blaise before looking up at the Hufflepuff girl, "Can I help you?" He asked, not bothering to hide his disinterest.

"I've been having some difficulty in this class and Professor Snape recommended that I speak to you about possibly receiving some assistance," She said.

Draco straightened in his seat at the mention of the Professor, "What's your name?" Draco questioned.

"Y/N L/N," She replied.

"Alright, Y/N, bring your supplies to the library after dinner tonight. I'll meet you there," Draco said.

She smiled, "Thank you," Y/N said quickly before making her way out of the classroom.

Draco watched her leave, the smell of her perfume lingering even after she had disappeared out the door. The scent was light and warm with notes of vanilla and citrus.

"You're tutoring Hufflepuffs now, Malfoy?" Blaise questioned with a smirk.

"Shut up," Draco snapped, gathering his supplies.

Draco and Y/N met in the twice a week and she eventually began to get the hang of some potions. She still struggled, but she was much better off than she had been.

Y/N wanted to learn and it frustrated her that she wasn't picking it up like everything else. Draco almost found it humorous, seeing such a sickly sweet person be anything other than delightfully pleasant.

As their potions class approached its final days, Draco found himself disappointed. He had grown quite fond of Y/N during their time together and he wasn't ready to see it end.

They sat in the classroom for their final tutoring session, brewing the last potion that he would assist her with. Y/N was focused on her textbook, following the directions carefully and adding each ingredient to the bubbling cauldron.

She dropped the final item into the liquid, taking a breath as she stirred the potion. A victorious smile appeared on her face as the liquid changed to the desired color, a bright and beautiful green.

"I did it," She said, looking to Draco.

He watched her with a soft smile, "It's like you don't even need me anymore," He teased.

"Of course I need you, silly. I wouldn't have known how to prepare half the ingredients otherwise," Y/N said, sitting down in the chair beside him.

"You would've figured it out. You're smarter than you give yourself credit for," Draco said.

"Thank you... That means a lot," She replied softly.

"I was wondering, since classes are almost over... Do you want to go to Hogsmeade with me after exams?" Draco asked.

"Really? You'd want to go with me?" Y/N asked.

"I would... I actually have a bit of crush on you if I'm being honest," Draco said, fidgeting with his quill.

"You do?" She asked, a smile slowly appearing on her face.

"Yeah," He stated.

"I'd love to go to Hogsmeade with you, Draco," She replied.

...

From that day forward, Y/N and Draco were inseparable. They continued to study and work on assignments together, he walked her to all of her classes and snuck over to the Hufflepuff table to sit with her during meals.

If the teachers noticed, none of them said anything. Y/N was good for Draco and her companionship had changed him.

Draco was kinder, the vicious jabs he often slung at other students had dwindled and the difference was definitely noticeable. Draco was absolutely smitten, devoting all of his extra time to Y/N.

Y/N made him happy.

Draco had never experienced real happiness in his life and it made him value what Y/N brought to his life so much more. Draco had only ever known pain, violence, disappointment and loss.

His father held him to an incredibly high standard that he had never been able to meet. Draco strived to be the greatest, but always found himself finishing in second or third place.

It made him angry and he chose to lash out at those around him. Y/N exuded warmth, kindness and love every single day, Draco found himself drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

Draco considered himself to be blessed when Y/N woke up every morning and chose to spend her time with him. He was lucky to have her by his side and he knew that.

Draco was determined to keep her existence a secret from his father for as long as possible. Draco had talked about Y/N with Narcissa and she was excited to meet the girl, but allowed Draco to decide if and when they would be introduced.

He wanted to keep this one good thing untainted, even if it was just for a little while.

Draco didn't know what he would do if his father ordered him to break up with her. He couldn't do it, not to Y/N. Maybe it was selfish of him, but he couldn't bring himself to care.

Y/N had introduced him to her parents briefly when they met at the train station at the end of their third year. They were delighted to meet him, welcoming him with opening arms after everything their daughter had told them.

Draco had never seen Y/N's cheeks go so red and he couldn't help but smile, taking her hand in his. Y/N's mother had even made him a batch of cookies, promising to send more if he enjoyed them.

Her parents were just as warm and kind as Y/N and he fell for her even harder. He felt lucky to be accepted into such a beautiful family, especially since they knew who he was. Or more importantly, who his father was.

People tended to judge him without getting to know him because of who his parents were and he didn't blame them. He hadn't done much to establish a good image for himself, but he was working on it.

Y/N made him want to work on it.

Draco was beginning to think that he had gotten away with keeping Y/N's existence a secret until the start of his fourth year. Lucius insisted on taking Draco to Diagon Alley to shop for his fourth year supplies. Draco kept his head on a swivel, hoping to spot Y/N before she saw him if she was out shopping.

He was embarrassed, but not of her, his father tended to blurt out rude comments that left an awful taste in people's mouths. Draco hoped to avoid the interaction, he didn't want Y/N to endure any of his father's abuse.

"Draco!" Y/N called, he immediately froze and his body tensed.

Y/N made her way through the crowd with her parents following closely behind her. She wrapped her arms around Draco and he quickly returned her embrace. He held her close, breathing in the scent of her perfume to steady himself before letting her go.

"How was your holiday?" Y/N asked with a smile.

"It was good. How was yours?" He questioned.

"Fantastic! I got a lot of new books that I can't wait to share with you," Y/N said.

"Hopefully you got a few on Potions because you are still just awful at that?" Draco teased.

"I did actually. I've been reading up over the break so hopefully I'll be able to teach you something this time around," Y/N replied.

"I look forward to hearing all about it," Draco smiled.

"Aren't you going to introduce us, Draco?" Lucius questioned.

Draco's smile fell, "This is my girlfriend, Y/N... Y/N, I'd like you to meet my mother and father," Draco said.

"Nice to finally meet you both, Mister and Missus Malfoy," Y/N greeted.

"You as well, dear, I've heard a lot of good things," Narcissa smiled.

"How long has this been going on?" Lucius asked.

"Since last year, father," Draco admitted.

Lucius' eyes flickered over Y/N's form before looking behind her at her parents, "You should be focusing on your studies, Draco, not gallivanting around with a Hufflepuff," He spat, scowling at the young girl.

Y/N tensed, "We actually met when Professor Snape chose your son to be my tutor in Potions. Respectfully, you can't get any higher than top of the class, Sir" Y/N said.

A tense silence settled between them before Lucius replied, "A Hufflepuff with a backbone... I suppose there's a first time for everything," He stated, walking off and into the next store.

Narcissa sighed, "It was nice to meet you, dear," She said with a smile.

"You too, Ma'am," Y/N replied.

Narcissa introduced herself to Y/N's parents before following her husband into the store.

"Darling, we're just going to head into Flourish and Blotts. You can meet us there in a bit, alright?" Her mother questioned.

"Sounds good, mum," Y/N replied with a smile.

The couple quickly disappeared into the crowd, allowing Draco and Y/N to spend a moment alone.

"I'm so sorry for my father. I knew he'd be like that and I tried to keep him away from you," Draco said, holding her hand in both of his.

"You don't have to apologize, Draco. He's your father and I would've needed to meet him sooner or later," Y/N said.

"Yeah, I guess you're right about that," He nodded.

"Your mum is really nice," Y/N said.

Draco huffed a laugh with a smile, "Yeah, she's been wanting to meet you for a long time," He said.

"How long is a long time?" Y/N asked.

"I wrote to her after our first tutoring session in the library. I really liked you," Draco admitted.

Y/N leaned forward and pressed her lips to his in a gentle kiss, his eyes drifted shut and his hands shifted to hold her hips. She pulled away and his eyes fluttered open, leaning his forehead against her's with a soft exhale.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me," He said, lifting his hand up and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I feel the same way about you," Y/N smiled.

...

The time for the Triwizard Championship had arrived and the competitors were selected from the Goblet of Fire. Of course, by some random burst of impossibly bad luck, Harry Potter's name flew out of the goblet and into Dumbledore's hand.

Draco attended the events with Y/N by his side, the amount of risk involved with the competition made her nervous. Her nerves just meant that she held on tighter to Draco so he couldn't complain.

Draco was excited when the time came for the Yule Ball, he asked Y/N to be his date the minute it was announced and she couldn't keep the smile off her face for the rest of the day.

Draco offered to pay for her dress, but Y/N brushed him off and assured him that she already had the perfect gown.

Y/N couldn't have been more right.

Draco was absolutely awestruck when he saw her making her way down the stairs on the evening of the Ball. She was wearing a floor-length gown made of lace and silk with her hair done perfectly to match.

Y/N looked like a princess and Draco was completely speechless.

"You look absolutely stunning," He finally managed, taking her hand as she made her way down the staircase. His thumb absent-mindedly ran across her knuckles, unable to tear his eyes away from her form.

"Thank you. You look handsome," Y/N replied.

"I'm glad you think so," He smiled, looping her arm through his and resting his hand over her's on his bicep as they walked into the Great Hall.

It was a wonderful night, they danced for hours before Draco led her away from the crowd, "Is everything okay?" Y/N questioned.

"I love you," Draco stated.

Y/N smiled widely, cupping his cheeks in her hands and kissing him. Draco rested his hands on her waist, holding her close until she pulled away.

"I love you too, Draco," Y/N replied.

They spent the rest of the Ball together before the students began to disperse. Draco walked Y/N back to the Hufflepuff dormitories. Her shoes dangled from her fingers, her other hand holding onto Draco's as they walked through the castle.

Draco's bowtie was untied, hanging loosely around his neck. He glanced behind him when the voices and laughter of other students fell silent.

Draco slowed to a stop, still holding onto his girlfriend's hand, "Hold on for a second," Draco said.

Y/N stopped walking, turning to face him "Is everything alright?" She asked.

"I've been waiting to get you alone all night long," Draco said.

Y/N smiled, "And what did you have in mind now that you have me, Mister Malfoy?" She asked.

"Oh, I don't know, but I certainly won't be keeping a very respectable distance if that's alright with you," Draco said, resting his hands on her hips while backing her into the stone wall.

Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck, "I don't mind at all," She replied.

Draco leaned in, pressing his lips to her's as her hand tangled in his hair, manicured fingernails scratching gently at his scalp.

His arm slid around her waist, large palm pressing against the small of her back and pulling her body closer to himself. His thumb traced over her hip bone, grip tightening as his tongue slipped into her mouth. Y/N moaned softly into the kiss, tugging gently on his hair.

The couple pulled apart quickly as someone cleared their throat. Draco wiped her lipstick from his bottom lip with his thumb as Y/N tried to catch her breath, cheeks flushed and eyes downcast.

"Helping Miss L/N return to her dormitory are you, Mister Malfoy?" Snape questioned.

"Yes, Sir," Draco replied.

"No snogging in the hallways," Snape stated, walking off down the hallway.

Draco burst out laughing as soon as Snape was out of earshot.

Y/N smiled, swatting his chest, "That was not funny, Draco! I'm absolutely mortified," She scolded half-heartedly.

"Of all the people in the world who could have possibly caught us snogging," Draco laughed with a shake of his head. He wrapped his arm around her waist as they continued on their way to the Hufflepuff dormitories.

They arrived at the entrance to her dorm far too soon for Draco's liking. He watched her input the password before the door opened.

"I had a lot of fun tonight, Draco," Y/N said.

"I did too," He nodded.

"I love you," She smiled, leaning in and pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. His hand cupped her cheek, thumb brushing across her skin gently.

Y/N pulled away and he smiled down at her, "I love you too," He said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her forehead.

Y/N stepped away from him, "Sleep well, Draco," She said softly.

"You too," He replied, watching her step into her dormitory.

The door closed behind her and Draco walked back to the Slytherin dormitory with a smile on his face. He got changed, flopping back onto his bed with a happy sigh.

Draco looked over at his nightstand, there was a picture of him and Y/N. They were talking, she laughed at something he said and he just smiled at her.

It was his absolute favorite picture of them.

The picture made him think about what his life could be like, he could see a future with Y/N and he wanted it more than anything.

Draco wanted Y/N more than anything.

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A Soft Place to Fall

Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter | Healer x Teacher | E | ~143k

Gift for @epitomereally

All love and earnest thanks to @mossybunnytail and @dodgerkedavra for the plot wrangling, and to @tieguan for beta-ing this monstrosity and for keeping me sane and motivated!! This fic would not be the same without you <3

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Summary:

When Harry arrives for his first year teaching at Hogwarts and is struck with a bizarre malignance, how on earth is he supposed to react when Draco Malfoy suddenly cares?

Or;

A darkness crawls out of Harry, and there's only so long he can keep it to himself.

Malfoy took Harry’s jaw in one hand and shoved him against the wall and Harry just— went. Malfoy was livid, his hand squeezing Harry’s face to the point of pain, his gunmetal eyes scouring every inch of it. Harry squirmed and jostled in Malfoy's hold, but he had gotten strong and Harry hadn’t noticed. Harry had been an Auror, he should be incapacitating Malfoy and taking off back to the safety of his rooms, victorious. His voice was a hoarse whisper through squashed lips. “I said… get the fuck… off of me, Malfoy.” Gradually, Malfoy relaxed his hand though he stayed close enough that Harry couldn’t make a break for it, wielding his wand and breathing all over Harry's skin and smelling like lemon and black pepper and wild mint.

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Tags:

EWE, Professors AU, but neither of them are technically professors and they're pretty adamant about it, Ex-Auror Harry Potter, PE Teacher Harry Potter, Healer Draco Malfoy, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, abstract expressions of childhood trauma, Magical flora, Magical Theory, Magical Creatures, loads of Shakespeare, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Alternating, Sectumsempra Scars, Magical Illness/Injury, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Canonical Child Abuse, Harry Potter Needs a Hug, Flashbacks, Dissociative Amnesia, Panic Attacks, Drowning, Insomnia, Hallucinations, reluctant magical co-parenting, Eventual Smut, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, Frotting, Mild D/S elements, Praise Kink, Anal Fingering, Rimming, Anal Sex, Intercural Sex

[coneheads-deserved-a-noble-prize]

Aaah yes, back when I was 11 - using sweet, lovely wattpad for the first time. Thinking "lemon" was a synonym for angst... How horribly wrong I was...

dude do they still call smut lemons or am i old now?

[liliansilverstuff]

After a moment, he said, “Granger?”

She looked up.

“What did you mean earlier, when you said you can’t be my friend? That it was too painful?”

All at once, dread began to envelop Hermione. She was sure it showed on her face, especially when his smirk deepened.

“Only, it sounded like… you were jealous—”

“I was not jealous!”

“—of me and Lauren, the very handsome couple—”

“Stop it right now, Malfoy—”

“—and you rather thought,” he said, reaching over and taking her hand where she’d dropped it on her lap. She gasped sharply as he stroked the back of her hand with his thumb and continued, “that you’d prefer it if I wasn’t dating her?”

Hermione swallowed hard, regarding him sternly, her hand stiff in his.

“I suppose so,” she said quickly, her jaw rigid.

“Hmm,” he said, smile softening. Eyes darkening. “Interesting.”

Chapter 14 🍋🍋🍋 is up!