#femenine draco malfoy

[albondiguilla007]

Stop this is so them in Never Mind the Bollocks

Please please give it a chance, it’s one of my favorite Drarry fanfics, and The_Sinking_Ship @the-sinking-ship is ✨amazing✨ Easily one of my fav Drarry authors, she’s written the most beautiful, spicy and fleshed out fanfics I’ve read.

(also @ijlii what the hell those drawings are breathtaking)

[jisungjuice]

Pansy x Neville either one sneaking out from each other's dorm. Afraid to get caught. please and thank you. 😊

"Longbottom."

Neville froze, his heart hammering wildly inside his chest. This was exactly what he had been afraid would happen and he hated being right.

The voice was unmistakable and Neville sighed and resigned himself to his fate. He turned around to face Draco Malfoy. He stood in his green silk pajamas with the most satisfied smirk he had seen in weeks. Malfoy was truly happy that he had been the one to catch Neville.

"Malfoy," Neville greeted as if this was the most normal thing in the world. If he pretended he wasn't up to anything maybe he could leave faster.

"Well, well, well... what have we got here?" Another familiar voice came from the hall leading to the boy dormitories before Blaise Zabini stepped into the common room, also wearing expensive-looking pajamas.

"It seems we have an outsider sneaking into our territory," Malfoy said, glancing at Zabini and delighting himself in sharing Neville's humiliation with someone.

Neville wished he could point out that he was sneaking out after having succesfully sneaked in, but that surely wouldn't help.

Zabini observed him from head to toe and then his smile spread wider which couldn't be a good thing. "Oh no Draco. Look at him; wrinkled shirt, messy hair, untied shows... Longbottom here is trying to leave after-"

Malfoy gasped and then barked a laugh. "Who would have thought that little Longbottom would be getting it on with a snake?"

Neville balled his fists. "I'm bigger than you, Malfoy."

Which was true, Neville was both taller and stronger than him and he loved reminding Malfoy of that. Malfoy narrowed his eyes and got a little red, while Blaise snorted a laugh.

"Let's see how big you feel after everyone knows your secret." And without a warning Malfoy pointed his wand at him and wordlessly bound Neville's hands and legs. He summoned a chair and pushed Neville down to sit on it. "We just need to find out who's the traitor that invited you here."

Neville would have had no problem giving the name and basking in their surprise. Hell, the whole school could find out and he wouldn't care, so he remained calm even as Malfoy threatened him. But he had promised he wouldn't say anything, so he remained quiet.

"You won't tell us, huh? It figured. They're probably embarrassed of you."

Neville pretended that didn't hurt, but he had always had trouble hiding these things. Malfoy smirked again.

"What's going on?" a femenine voice asked. Daphne Grangrass rubbed his eyes as she walked in. She frowned when she saw Neville and then she looked at Malfoy and Blaise. "What did you do?"

Before Blaise could answer, more people appeared in the common room. Gregory Goyle, Theodore Nott, Tracey Davis and...

Pansy.

Basically the whole of the Slytherin 8th year were now surrounding him as if he was a prisioner and he could only guess what Malfoy wanted to do.

Neville kept his eyes down. Whatever had been going on with him and Pansy for almost a month now, he knew her feelings in the matter and she didn't want anyone to find out, so he didn't even bother to look at her, though he could imagine her panicked look upon discovering he had been caught.

"We have a lion, huh?" Tracey asked. "He looks rather ruffled. Wonder what he was doing..." She smiled sweetly but it wasn't sweet at all and Neville barely even knew her.

"We know what he was doing," Malfoy assured them. "Now we need to know who he was doing it with..." He looked suspiciously at all of his housemates.

"What makes you think is one of us?" Pansy asked and Neville felt his chest tighten.

"Are you saying he was with someone younger?" Blaise asked her.

Pansy didn't answer.

"Could be, could be," Malfoy said. "Though something tells me Longbottom was invited here by someone in our year. I don't know any seventh year who would be bold enough to bring a Gryfifndor here, nevermind a sixth year."

"Who says he was here with someone?" Nott wondered. "Maybe he just likes to look and-"

He was cut off by groans and complaints.

"Why are you such a fucking pervert?" Daphne told him.

"Maybe he's trying to hide the fact that Longbottom was with him," Blaise accused him.

Neville looked up then, because he couldn't control his curiosity about what others thought of this.

Nott looked at him with a smirk for a few seconds. "Unfortunately... It's not me. Though, of I play my cards right..."

Most of them rolled their eyes. Pansy was stoic, though.

"You're the only one disgusting enough to openly admit it if you were banging Longbottom so I actually believe you," Malfoy said. "So it must be someone with a dark side we don't yet know."

Damn it. Neville had been doing a good job of hokfind it together so far but it was getting harder and harder to act as if Malfoy's words didn't affect him. Plus Pansy's silence... she really must have been very embarrassed of him.

"Why do you even care, Draco?" Daphne asked him.

Goyle yawned. "I'm sleepy. Can I go?"

"So we're just going to pretend like bringing Gryffindors to our beds is fine and normal? Is that where we're at right now?"

Zabini sat down at an armchair. "Personally, I think it's funny. And it is also funny how jealous Draco seems to be that Longbottom is getting some while he isn't."

There were a few giggles around, including from Pansy. Neville didn't find it in him to be amused, though. He was feeling too many other things.

Malfoy glared at Zabini. "Me? Jealous of him?" He pointed at Neville and everyone fell silent. "How the fuck can I be jealous of someone like Longbottom. Did we all suddenly forget who he is just because of the war? He kills one snake and now the whole of Hogwarts is in awe and worships Longbottom as if he wasn't the same loser we all know? If you soberly decided to get with him you're a loser too."

Neville had felt Malfoy's magic waiver while he spoke, clearly upset, and he knew he could probably break the binds if he wanted to but he was suddenly overcome with emotion and couldn't move. He knew Malfoy wasn't right, he knew he was just an insecure bully, he knew his words didn't define him but...

"Shut up Draco!"

Pansy has stepped forward, her face furious in a way that Neville hadn't seen in a long, long time. Everyone was deadly quiet.

"Blaise is wrong. You're not jealous because Neville is with someone, you're jealous because you are not him!"

Tracey gasped. Pansy turned to see the rest of them.

"Yes, I am the one sleeping with him. So get over it now before you end up looking as stupid as Draco does now."

Malfoy shook off his surprise. "Wait-"

"Shut up. Just shut up forever," Pansy said again.

She walked over to Neville and undid his bindings which were already almost gone after Malfoy heard the truth. Pansy took his hand and helped Neville to his feet.

"I'm sorry. I didn't think he would be such an idiot."

"It's okay... You don't have to-"

"No, I want to."

Neville looked at her, her dark eyes sure and confident and a small smile that always felt like it was just for him.

Without thinking about it too much, Neville swooped him and kissed her. He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to him while she held onto his t-shirt. He didn't care that all the Slytherins were watching, and apparently she didn't either, as she kept deepening the kiss and holding him tighter until Neville was almost out of breath and just desperate to take her back to her dorm.

When they pulled apart, Neville realized how quiet it was. He smiled at Pansy for a second before he looked around and saw that everyone seemed hypnotised, mouths hanging open and wide eyes. Malfoy was even blushed and like he definitely wouldn't be calling Neville a 'loser' anymore.

After a few awkward seconds, Nott cleared his throat. "So, do I still have a chance?"

Neville couldn't help a small laugh.

"Leave," Pansy instructed.

Everyone started to make their way back, including Malfoy without saying a word.

Until they were blissfully alone.

"From now on we don't meet here anymore, " Neville told her.

Pansy shook her head. "From now on, everyone will know and we do whatever the hell he want."

He smiled. "Let's start, then."

"What?"

"Let's go to my dorm."

Neville pulled her along while she laughed and he hoped they wouldn't get caught twice in one night.

[gataclism]

*cries on drarry*

“So, I know the two of you have been waiting for me to choose a best man,” Harry said. “Not really,” Hermione replied. “We know perfectly well it’s Ron.” “I will throw a fit if it’s not me,” Ron admitted. “Well, actually,” Harry started. (“Oh my god, he’s going to choose Neville. Hold me, Hermione,” Ron said.) “I was thinking…I want the both of you.” Ron grinned, then stopped, “Wait.”

“Me, too?” Hermione said with a tremble. 

“It should be the people who mean the most to the groom.” Harry murmured.  “There is no choosing between the two of you.” Harry hugged Hermione when she started to cry. “Also, I thought it’d be better to call you guys the ‘groom’s crew’? This men only thing sucks.” “That’s awful,” Ron grinned. “Malfoy’s okay with this?” Right on cue, the door burst open and Draco sauntered in, arms raised. He was followed by Pansy and Blaise. “Behold,” Draco sang. “My ‘groom’s bitches.’” “I hate weddings,” Blaise said.