#harry x drago

[noxentra]

A la bibliothèque. Original

[momentomorix]

Memories

Writers notes: English is not my native language; please excuse me if there are any mistakes or poor translations.

Draco Malfoy x Hermione Granger

"Alright, Malfoy, let’s be honest. You and I are both tired from this day, so... make an effort."

The tall redhead plopped down loudly into the chair, rubbing his eyes. He had been here since 6 a.m., and now it was past midnight. He couldn’t take it anymore—his jaw ached with every yawn. Ron Weasley had finally succeeded in his mission. He worked at the Department of Justice at the Ministry, and lately, he was spending more time there than expected.

He thought of Pansy, who must be waiting for him, still awake in the middle of their marital bed.

If it were up to him, Draco Malfoy would be rotting in a cell somewhere or wandering alone in his old family manor. But Pansy wanted him cleared of the crimes his father had committed and that had been pinned on him.

It was sad to say, but perhaps the worst part was that he was accused of murdering a great witch.

“I have no effort to make, Weasley. I didn’t kill her.”

Weasley sighed. In the end, whether or not he had killed Hermione didn’t matter to him anymore. He was twenty-six now; eight years had passed. He was tired of searching—for proof, for answers.

Tired of seeing that Harry still hadn’t gotten over the end of the war.

Ginny trying to console herself with Blaise.

Luna still not understanding that Harry liked her—a little too much for it to be just friendship.

Only Neville had managed to move on. Finally.

Five more minutes passed without a single movement. Draco Malfoy still stood in front of him, silent. His blonde, almost white hair fell over his eyes, hiding his metallic pupils. His face remained impassive, devoid of any emotion. The questions asked had gone unanswered. Speaking of his mother’s death had stirred nothing within him. His father’s madness didn’t affect him. Draco Malfoy remained a silent beast without feelings. And Ron almost seemed to regret this arrogant fool whose bloodlines seemed so precious.

“I’m going to have to rummage through your mind,” the redhead warned, twirling his wand between his fingers.

“What you’d find there wouldn’t please you.”

“Don’t worry, it doesn’t please me. I’ve got better things to do than care about your little self.”

“Then let me go,” Malfoy suggested, leaning over the table where he was sitting.

“Pansy would kill me,” Weasley grumbled, slouching casually in his own chair. “I suppose you know how she can be when she’s upset.”

Draco didn’t need to answer. He knew exactly how Pansy was. She had been his pillar whenever he faltered during his mission for the Lord. Just like Theo and Blaise. He was convinced that if he hadn’t met the other one, Pansy would have taken his name. Not out of love, but because she was the only one worthy of him.

But it was too late now.

He was in love with someone else, and Parkinson was carrying the redhead’s child. Disgusting. “I suppose it must be hard to put up with her right now.” Draco tried. To be polite. Civil. But it cost him. It was in the name of the family he could have had with the brunette that he made this effort for the former Gryffindor. But he felt like he had just committed a sin. As for Ron, he nearly choked on the blond’s politeness. And he almost felt like throwing up. “I know all this polite crap is to… erase the past… but seriously, stop, you’re freaking me out,” the redhead said with a disgusted look. “The sooner you talk, the sooner we’ll be rid of each other.” “The question you’re asking yourself is: did I kill her? And my answer to you is no.” “You’re not telling me everything. And it annoys me. I’m really going to dive into your nosy head,” Ron threatened. “Who’s the bigger snoop between the two of us? You’re digging into what’s none of your business!” the blond snapped, sinking back into his chair. “That’s all in the past now,” he added, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt to his elbows. “Hermione was my friend, I owe her the truth!” Hermione. Her hazel eyes. Her wild brown hair. That insolent look whenever he saw her. That annoying hand raising up. And that tempting mouth. “You want to see something you know nothing about. You know what you’ll find won’t please you,” the former Slytherin warned him. “You don’t mind me seeing what’s in your head, then?” “Please, Ronald.” The predatory smile Draco shot him gave Ron chills. Yes, he was sure that what he would see wouldn’t please him. But did he have a choice? “Legilimens.”

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One minute. In one minute, she would pass by, and he would feel better. No more weight in his stomach for what he had to do. Her hair would still be a complete mess, and her witch’s robe half-crumpled. But he liked that. That she didn’t care about anyone, or what others thought. Not even about his gaze. There she was, arriving. With her sidekicks, Potter and Weasley. And she was smiling—still because of that redhead. He’d like to break that idiot’s bones with Doloris curses. Punch his white teeth out. But he never would. Because she’d get hurt, she’d be upset, and she’d give him that look again. She passed his table without a glance, stifled a yawn with her right hand, and sat down in front of her breakfast. The anxiety was gone. He had seen her. The day could begin.

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The Mirror of Erised stood before him. Immense and cold. The glass stained with dust and cobwebs in the arabesques surrounding the frame. He ran a finger across the glass, leaving a clean streak behind, revealing the mirror’s true surface. The Slytherin cast a spell, and the object seemed to regain a second youth. Yes, he shouldn’t be here. No time to waste on such trivial things. No time to waste on his anxieties and desires. But he would allow himself this madness just once. Only once. Today. His reflection gradually took shape. He wore that black suit, tailored just for him. He looked in mourning. And rightly so. Mourning his freedom. Mourning his future. Mourning what he truly wanted. And what he saw before him changed. This time, he wore a white shirt, with black jeans. A Muggle outfit for a Muggle life. A hand clasped his own, the image developing further, and he felt his heart tighten. The young woman appeared to him like a mirage. Her hair was longer, darker. She wore a simple outfit and turned her gaze toward the Draco in the mirror, smiling at him. They both seemed happy in this glass trap. His deepest desire was there, in front of him. So close, yet so far. To live a normal life in the Muggle world he envied. With the woman he wanted. Granger. .

She had never been more beautiful than in that moment. Her cheeks wet with those futile tears caused by Weasley and his silly Brown. Her fingers clenched on her jeans, trying to curb the urge to play with her wand. Her hair flying in the wind’s rhythm, still looking like a mess. That stupid sweater with the emblem of her stupid Lion Cub house. He shouldn’t be there, he knew it. The risk was high. Granger could suddenly turn around and see him. At the top of the stairs. And he would smile. Again. Always. And she would think he was mocking her. Again. Always. Yet, he was far from that. If he smiled, it was because finally Granger had realized just how worthless Weasmoche was. Utterly worthless. He saw nothing, like all the others. Because Hermione wasn’t like the typical girls. She didn’t care much about herself, lived only for her studies. Didn’t care about others. And she was unique. Unique to him. All he had to do was quietly come down the stairs, without a sound. Sit next to her and just be there. Just there. Listen to her cry and say nothing. Maybe offer a smile. Or try to. And in her sorrow, she wouldn’t notice it was him. Draco Malfoy. But it would be too complicated. Too complex. Unbearable. So he withdrew from the stairs. Coward. Again and always. .

“I know what’s going on in your head, Draco, and let me tell you, it’s a complete mess.”“I don’t need your remarks, Blaise,” spat the blond, looking at the half-blood. “Seriously, I don’t want to hear it.”“Don’t order me around, I’m the only master of myself,” Zabini teased as he sat down on the black leather couch in the common room, decorated in green and silver. “You’re getting yourself into trouble all alone.”“I don’t want to do this anymore,” Malfoy sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I want to have a choice.”“Oh, my dear, choice? We never had one!” Nott replied, entering the room. “Did your parents ever let you choose your destiny? Because mine didn’t!” Yes, he knew it. No one ever had a choice. Least of all him. Why be the chosen one? Why couldn’t he have the choice to live? Pansy looked at him, desperate. She was playing with her hair, thinking about everything awaiting them — Draxo, Blaise, Théo, and herself. What the Lord had desired. And the Doloris Bellatrix had inflicted on their rebellion. No one had a choice.

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The library. Again and again. He didn’t know how she managed to stay in that dusty, dark room. Even though Hogwarts was supposed to be a place of safety (if you ignored the visits from the Lord), the atmosphere could quickly become oppressive. And the young Slytherin, hidden behind the shelves, was the best placed to know that. He would only have to cast an Imperius Curse for Granger to obey him completely. To stand up and fall at his feet. A perfect slave to his every desire. She would be in love with him. She would love him. She would touch him. But it would only be a lie. An obligation. And even if he were supposed to act only in his own interest and care about nothing else, he couldn’t do that. Not to Granger. Not when the only person who could free him with a single smile was a damn Gryffindor he should have already ripped apart to dig into her secrets. Her eyes looking at him, trying to know what he was hiding. Her boring research to find out what interested the Master, what he was searching for. . It was all starting to become too much for him. He was the perfect descendant Voldemort never had. And all that, why? Because he carried the name Malfoy. And despite the little affection he had for the Zabini family, except for Blaise, he would have preferred to be one of them to escape the title of “Chosen One” of the Dark Lord. Hermione didn’t have to suffer that. She was on the side of good. The light that brightened the dark moments beginning to fall over his life. Granger. Always her. The first year at Hogwarts hadn’t been easy. “Make friends with Potter,” his father had repeatedly told him. Over and over. “Be friends with him and make sure he follows your path.” Being friends with Potter—that should have been easy. His father told him to be kind to him, to introduce himself, simply. But putting Weasley in his place was stronger than him. And Potter hadn’t followed his path. The Doloris curses upon returning had been severe. He had felt them down to his kidneys, and even his mother could do nothing. Narcissa’s tears seemed to flow over him as she begged Lucius to calm down. The man pulled himself together and left wife and child to lock himself in his office. Draco eventually understood. So much hate to save his family. And Draco was the only one to blame for the downfall of the Malfoys. But fortunately, there was the smile of the girl with the messy hair. The mocking, joyful look at every one of Weasley’s missteps. And it was always thinking about what might have happened if he had been like the others, that the eleven-year-old Draco fell asleep. With that smile watching over him. .

The war. Finally, it had happened. Spells were shouted, cast hastily. The two sides clashed. The eternal war between good and evil. The Pure-Bloods against the traitors to their blood, allied with the Mudbloods. Green. Red. Blue. Yellow. A whole ocean of bright colors to defend, to kill. And he had to fulfill his task. To help the Dark Lord. Pansy had managed to get out. Had escaped all of it. And he prayed with almost every breath he took that she wouldn’t manage to open the two hundred locks they had hung, with Blaise and Theo, to keep her locked away. Far from all this. Oh, it was certain, she would kill them when they freed her. Well... if they weren’t dead first. Because for now, things were looking grim. Draco had felt a spell burn his hair when a jet of light grazed him. The rain had poured down on them, and in the end, their wands weren’t much use. They had decided not to fight for anyone. Just to defend themselves. To stay present despite everything. Well, that was the plan. Because of course, at some point, things had to go wrong. Blaise had ended up as Ginny Weasley’s shadow. Every spell cast too close was bounced back to its caster, and Blaise stuck to her like his life depended on it. Theo had almost thrown up at so much sweetness, but only Merlin knew he might have done the same for Astoria Greengrass. But she had died before. And then there was Granger. Always running to save others. Her hair tied in a braid whipped her face every time she ran, and her lip seemed to be split. Chaos was everywhere. A weight cut the young Malfoy’s breath when he was thrown to the ground by a black shape. He smelled his aunt’s foul stench and tried to grab his wand. “So, little Death Eater, not defending your family?” Bellatrix’s laughter echoed off the stones, and he knew that if he planned to scream for help, it would be useless. Trying to escape the spectacle of the war wasn’t such a good idea. “Dirty brat!” “Let me go!” "Snape gave his life for you! Not even capable of killing Albus Dumbledore! And now you’re ready to run? I knew you’d inherit your father’s cowardice!" "EXPELLIARMUS!" Lestrange’s wand flew against a stone wall, and she tore herself away from Draco to press against the wall in turn. Draco grimaced, trying to get up quickly, realizing he had underestimated his aunt’s attack. In front of him stood Granger, with a little more blood on her than the last time he’d seen her. The witch’s trembling hand still held Bellatrix at wandpoint. "And you’re consorting with Potter’s Mudblood?" spat the Death Eater as she tried to approach. "Filth!""You killed Tonks..." Hermione whispered, recalling the image of her friend with wide-open eyes. "Wrong place, wrong time," Bellatrix said with a smile. "But are you here for your friend, or for our young Slytherin?" Draco’s pupils locked onto the Gryffindor, who seemed to lose her voice. Was she here to avenge Tonks, or for Malfoy? Foolishly, Draco thought it could be both. That in this war, there could be good. Hermione’s gaze rested on him for a moment, and then chaos erupted. It had taken all this time to understand the silences. And he realized she knew about the library, about all those moments he had stared at her. That he should have done something. Then confusion. Bellatrix managed to retrieve her wand; Hermione reacted too late. The green curse struck her square in the chest. Lestrange’s laughter as she apparated away, and Draco’s lost gaze as he didn’t move. Sounds slowly returned to his ears as he walked toward the body lying on the ground. Granger’s eyes were wide open, staring at the black sky, and Malefoy couldn’t help but keep looking at her, afraid that she might know.

He gently brushed the brown hair away from her face and closed her hazel eyes. The Gryffindor’s torso rested on his knees. A suspended moment. The rain fell softly around them. He could still hear the distant screams. His hands kept running through Granger’s hair, to soothe her as she arrived up there. To reassure her. While it was him who needed it. Him, who was losing the person he loved and had to stay. It was all over.

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With a swipe of his hand, Draco wiped the film of sweat from his forehead. Ron removed the last memory from his mind and slumped heavily into the chair opposite the Slytherin, with a loud scrape. The blond’s heart pounded against his ribcage, and the urge to kill the redhead seized him. All of this was his. His experience. His memory. “It was Bellatrix...” Malefoy just nodded and shivered, now gripped by the cold. Everything was up to date. The truth was there. “Don’t tell anyone,” he said, staring at Ron. “Not even Pansy.” “Because she wasn’t aware?” “I suppose if she had been, Hermione would still be with us... and she would be carrying the Malfoy name.” Ron lowered his eyes to his wand, overwhelmed by a deep sadness. His best friend had never revealed her feelings for the blond, but it had only taken a glance at her look when Harry claimed the Slytherin had become a Death Eater. It was obvious. “You know, she probably would have done everything to make sure you were the one carrying her name… without changing hers,” Ron murmured with a bitter laugh, thinking of Hermione’s strong character. Yes. That was certain. . Snow slowly slid over his blond hair, forming droplets at the tips. His long black coat protected him from the cold, but the icy bite ran through his whole body. His scarf still carried the scent of honey and chocolate croissants—the smell of mornings spent too long in bed. Everything he would have wanted, with Granger. Hands buried in his pockets, he stared at the large gray marble stone before him. Snow was piling into a small mound on top, while his eyes slowly traced the engraved letters: “Hermione Granger 1979 – 1998” It was simple. Maybe too simple. Even for her. Potter had said no other inscription was needed to understand how much she was loved. Nonsense. Granger had just been a fool. Wasn’t she supposed to be the smartest? “Damn, you’ll piss me off until the end,” Draco murmured. Getting killed so easily. Pathetic. And he would hold it against her for his whole life.

I wrote this as a teenager, so it’s quite old. It’s the first time I’m publishing it.

[oneiric-misfit]

Mots : 614

TW : Traumatismes

Résumé : Jesse Lewis revient en cours à Poudlard après des vacances scolaires compliquées.

Musique : Feeling good, Muse.

Un coup de poignard. En plein cœur. La jeune femme sentit son palpitant exploser au contact de la lame métaphorique, glacée et mal aiguisée. Un enchainement de mot sans logique se bousculèrent dans sa tête. "Nouvelle, facile, parents, ténèbres". La logique était pourtant bien présente, mais elle se refusa à son esprit. La douleur inonda son poitrail, l'empêchant de respirer, essayant de l'étouffer. Elle senti le sol se dérober sous ses pieds, puis, arrêtant de se battre, elle se laissa glisser dans les abysses matérialisés par son esprit.

******

La voie 9¾ était bondée, les gens s'y bousculaient. Quand le Poudlard Express entra en gare, les élèves et futurs élèves commencèrent à y prendre place. Du bout de l'épaisse semelle de ses rangers mal lassées, une jeune femme monta la marche d'un wagon.

Entrant dans le train, elle prit soin de choisir un compartiment vide. À l'aide d'un Wingardium Leviosa, elle plaça sa valise dans le porte bagage, avant de s'assoir sur la banquette de cuir marron. Un chaton sauta de son épaule jusqu'à la table et se retourna pour la fixer de ses yeux ambrés, un air de reproche dans le regard.

- Je sais Wink, tu n'aimes pas les trains. Dit-elle d'une voix douce, avant de prendre l'animal dans ses bras. Ne t'en fais pas, tu ne verras pas le temps passer.

Elle le caressa doucement jusqu'à ce qu'il s'endorme, enfin rassuré, et ferma les yeux à son tour. Elle revit le visage de ses parents, la cour de la maison, le lac magique bordé de bouleaux, scintillant de poissons doré. Le soleil laissant apparaitre des reflets violets dans les cheveux de sa mère. Elle sourit et céda au sommeil. Jesse se retrouva seule, le ciel devenu noir, des rafales de vent se faisant sentir dans ses cheveux, la poussant jusqu'à ce qu'elle en perde presque l'équilibre. L'eau, ternie par l'orage, laissait apparaitre des poissons flottant à sa surface. Terrorisé, la jeune femme chercha ses parents du regard, elle pivota vers la maison, et se glaça d'effroi. Elle aper��ut la porte, ouverte, battant au vent. Elle se mit à courir, manqua de trébucher, et s'arrêta à l'encadrement de la porte, le souffle court. Elle inspira, terrifiée, et franchit le seuil tant redouté.

Jesse fut réveillée par un arrêt assez brutal du train, qui lui signifia qu'il était arrivé en gare. Elle se sentit prise dans l'univers de son cauchemar, quand Wink sauta sur la table, le poil hérissé, ses petites canines sortis, ce qui la fit presque rire, et lui permit de penser à autre chose. Elle attrapa la boule de poil et la posa sur son épaule.

Enfilant rapidement sa robe de sorcière par-dessus ses vêtements, elle sortie du train. Ses pas suivirent la masse d'élèves vers les grilles de l'entrée, la foule ralentie par un contrôle inhabituelle. Arrivant au niveau du professeur Flitwick, elle se stoppa.

- Nom, prénom, année. Siffla machinalement le professeur

- Jesse Lewis, sixième année.

En entendant le nom de la jeune femme, le professeur leva la tête de son parchemin.

- Hé bien, Mademoiselle Lewis, nous ne pensions pas vous revoir. Je suis heureux que vous soyez présente cette année.

- Merci. Répondit simplement la jeune femme en prenant sa valise pour la mettre dans la carriole.

Elle monta dans la calèche, tirée par deux sombrals, et soupira. Elle ne savait pas ce que cette année allait lui réserver, mais au vu de la réaction du professeur Flitwick, cela n'annonçait rien de bon.

Une fois arrivée devant le château, elle suivit la meute mais eu un temps d'arrêt en voyant la porte de la grande salle. Elle peinait à la reconnaitre, c'était étrange comme sensation. Comme s'il s'agissait d'un souvenir embrumé. Elle soupira, et franchi le seuil tant redouté.

[justanoasisimagines]

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Dans cette nouvelle vidéo, les fans peuvent en apprendre davantage sur ce sport magique au rythme effréné, qui a déjà captivé le public dans les livres et les films Harry Potter. Harry Potter : Champions de Quidditch permet aux joueurs de personnaliser leur propre avatar ou d'incarner des personnages célèbres dans le monde des sorciers, notamment Harry Potter, les jumeaux Weasley ou Sebastian Pallow, pour n'en citer que quelques-uns, alors qu'ils s'envolent pour représenter la fierté de leur maison sur le terrain.https://youtu.be/n21Bf895viAEn prévision du lancement du jeu, les joueurs peuvent relier leurs comptes Warner Bros. Games et Harry Potter Fan Club pour recevoir des récompenses exclusives dans le jeu. Pour plus de détails, les fans peuvent se rendre sur le site : https://www.wizardingworld.com/quidditch-connectProposant des lieux, des personnages et des références emblématiques du monde des sorciers, Harry Potter : Champions de Quidditch permet de goûter au frisson du vol en balai dans des arènes légendaires en tant que batteur, poursuiveur, gardien ou attrapeur dans une variété de modes, dont le mode carrière solo, multijoueur compétitif ou coop en ligne.  Des matchs au Terrier des Weasley aux affrontements de haut niveau de la Coupe du Monde de Quidditch, les joueurs prendront leur envol dans des arènes légendaires en incarnant - ou en affrontant - des personnages emblématiques tels que Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, Drago Malefoy, Cho Chang et bien d'autres encore. Et en cadeau spécial, les joueurs qui possèdent Hogwarts Legacy : L’Héritage de Poudlard recevront le Pack Legacy bonus* lorsqu'ils téléchargeront Harry Potter : Champions de Quidditch, en plus de se connecter à leur compte WB Games.Harry Potter : Champions de Quidditch sortira sur PlayStation®5, PlayStation®4, Xbox Series X|S, Xbox One, et PC (Steam et Epic Games Store) le 3 septembre 2024 en éditions numériques Standard et Deluxe. L'édition physique Deluxe sera disponible sur PlayStation®5, PlayStation®4, Xbox Series X et Xbox One le 8 novembre 2024. L'édition pour la console Nintendo Switch™ sortira en fin d’année 2024. Les joueurs peuvent vérifier auprès de leurs revendeurs la disponibilité des pré-commandes pour les éditions Deluxe physiques. De plus, l'édition Standard de Harry Potter : Champions de Quidditch sera disponible gratuitement pour les abonnés PlayStation®Plus du 3 au 30 septembre 2024.** Le skin de balai Éclair de feu Suprême sera aussi disponible en tant que pack téléchargeable, disponible au cours de cette période pour les abonnés PlayStation®Plus. Les abonnés PlayStation®Plus qui téléchargent le jeu à cette période auront accès au jeu tant qu'ils resteront abonnés.Pour en savoir plus au sujet de Harry Potter : Champions de Quidditch (https://www.quidditchchampions.com/), rejoignez la conversation sur Twitter (@Warner Bros. Games France), Instagram (wbgamesfr), YouTube (Warner Bros. Games France), TikTok (WarnerBrosGames) et Discord ( Read the full article

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𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | draco malfoy

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings : spoil

Mots : 103

Masterlist

Vous vous étiez fait capturer par Greyback et son groupe de rafleurs. Dans le but d'avoir une récompense pour avoir capturé Harry Potter, ils vous amèrement alors au quartier général des Mangemorts, le manoir des Malefoy. Une fois là-bas, Drago fut appelé par ses parents pour identifier Harry. Quand il rentra dans la pièce, il croisa ton regard et baissa directement les yeux.

❝━ Qu'est ce qu'elle fait ici ? Demanda-t-il à son père.

━ Peu importe. Dis nous si tu le reconnais.❞

Il se pencha vers Harry et te lança un regard.

❝━ Ce n'est pas lui... Dit-il.❞

[frenchdrarry]

Draco : Si tu as des idées, n’hésites pas à les mettre dans la boîte à idée.

Harry, sceptique : C’est une boîte qui ressemble fortement à une poubelle.

Draco : C’est pour tes idées de merde.

[honeymoon2011]

I will never tolerate this😭

hi guys 😭 I don't understand why sebastian flirts with other girls in class, you know 😭 when you see the npc whispering to each other and there it's the same for Seb with a Huffleppuf or an another girl !!! 😒

But sometimes there are false joys, sometimes I have the impression that Sebastian says weird or confusing sentences, I hope there will be a next game or a dlc to crush you know 😎😏

Just for this moments , I fall in love with him ❤️😭😂

This is a YouTube video -> account of this video : AFGuidesHD

Yes I know I'm in excess, just because he puts the book on the table out of politeness to talk with us, it becomes my crush 😅 Its true no ? he's a gentleman …

Have a magic day guys ! 💚🧙🏻‍♀️🐍

[omgiwantatattoo]

The war had been over for a good long while, but there was still a war raging in Draco. He hadn’t yet decided if he was able to forgive himself or not. He felt it was strange that so many others had. He stared at the ceiling, lying in bed with sleep evading him yet again. Draco pondered how many hours he’d spent wondering. Half a lifetime, he’d guess. Half a lifetime spent wondering why he wasn’t the child born into a family that loved him so much it had saved his life. Wondering why he had to be the one that had gone through life so long feeling alone. Wondering why he was the one who had been handed the life that gave him little choice but to be the villain. Wondering why so few adults had told him he had the choice and ability to be good when he had been just a child. A shaky breath escaped him and he closed his eyes thinking back to this morning.

He’d noticed you on his first day of work. Now you were here, many months later, a small smile always working its way onto his face upon his first glimpse of you as he made his way into work each morning. You always offered him a kind smile and a friendly “good morning, Mr. Malfoy”. You took the time to look him in the eyes - something he didn’t get very much of in this lifetime. For just a moment, his thoughts would still and the clouds would clear from his mind. For just a moment he was just a man coming to work. For just a moment, each and every day, you’d given him a moment to think that maybe, just maybe, he could be good.

So here he was, eyes closed in bed. Wondering. Wondering what he could do to be good tomorrow and deserve that smile. Wondering when he’d finally find the courage to ask you to dinner. Wondering when he will finally sleep, with you next to him, and your children next door whom you’d love together so much that it would save them if they needed it. Never having to wonder ever again if he was capable of being good.

[cas-kingdom]

Stars

A/N: Soft and fluffy Draco. Can never say no.

Title: Stars

Summary: You and Draco stargaze on the roof of Malfoy Manor.

Words: 513

There was a space on the roof of Malfoy Manor that you doubted your parents knew about. It’d always been where you’d go – up the hidden winding stairs at the back of the house and onto the slating roof, where you could sit in quietude and stare up at the starry sky; the only thing of serenity in and around the manor for miles.

Coming home – could you really call it home? – during the holidays was always a little… well. You knew you’d rather stay at Hogwarts with your friends. Often, you wished you didn’t have a family so you wouldn’t have to return, but then you’d rethink, and you’d remember that that was a little selfish.

After all, you still had Draco, and you’d rather have the rest of your infamous family and Draco than no family and no Draco.

Today was the second day of the Christmas holidays. Or, rather, night. You’d gone up to the roof at seven pm after your brief family dinner, dragging a wool blanket, in your cosy pyjamas. And you’d been sat staring up at the midnight for a half hour, now, immune to the wintry air and the icy cold.

You’d wanted to be alone, but when you heard footsteps behind you, and whipped your head around to see Draco, that feeling vanished completely. You watched him for a moment, the corners of your lips curling upwards when he smiled, and turned your head back around to face the black.

He sat beside you, and you nonchalantly gave him one half of the blanket, which he wrapped around his shoulders as he shuffled closer to you.

“Bit cold,” he commented absently, and you nodded.

“Yes. But it’s nicer than in there.”

He shrugged. “I dunno. Mother put the fire on.”

You pursed your lips. “Still nicer.”

Draco glanced at you. He lifted an eyebrow before chuckling and shaking his head, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “You’re a strange one,” he said.

“You’re out here as well,” you told him with a smirk.

“That’s because I came to find you. And you’re always out here. Could put a bed up here for you if you wanted.”

Your smile widened, but you didn’t respond as the breeze pushed the dark clouds aside to reveal the yellow moon, a bright ball in the velvet sky. You felt that familiar peace fill your chest and leaned your head on your twin’s shoulder.

“I love you, Draco,” you said quietly.

“I love you, too,” Draco said. “But why are you saying it?”

You shrugged lightly. “I just feel like it’s sometimes nice to be reminded of these things, even if you already know them to be true.”

Draco rose a brow, staring at the sparkling reflection of the sky in your big eyes, and smiled, nodding his head and lifting his chin to gaze at the endless stars above. “Well, in that case, sister, I love you, and I’ll love you for as long as it takes to count each and every star in the sky.”

Harry Potter Masterpost

December Writing Challenge Masterpost

[griseldagimpel]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Leverage Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Harry Wilson/Drago Characters: Harry Wilson (Leverage), Drago (Leverage) Additional Tags: Crack, Sexual Humor, Implied Sexual Content, The Interplay Between Sex and Violence, Puns & Word Play, Misunderstandings, Dom/sub Undertones, Dark Web Yelp Reviews, Harry Wilson hopes he gets a good grade in being kidnapped, a thing that is both normal to want and possible to achieve Summary:

Harry Wilson's past wrongdoings catch up to him, and Drago is hired to kidnap him once more. There are worse ways to start a relationship.

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Harry Potter

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J’ai besoin d’avis honnêtes !

[athos1615]

Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy

- Harry Potter

Malfoy the Unanxious

Scorpius the Dreadless

[p-writes]

Tea sis !

Wait ok y’all... I know this is stupid of me lmao but what do you do when you have a whole ass mans and you still read x reader fics... is that cheating since you’re imagining yourself with a different person 👀

[rreader]

Micheeeeelle I had a request sorta. Draco Malfoy and reader meet at Hogsmeade (he's maybe in third year and she's starting her first! Yay!) So they meet and Draco's like wow who's this and hopes he sees her at Hogwarts. When she gets sorted he hopes for Slytherin but ah she's a Gryffindor!? I didn't really think very far ahead other than this tbh 😂

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!ReaderFandom: HPWarnings: dead people (battle of hogwarts and all that)Genre: angst ; fluff

Summary: Many people say love at first sight doesn’t exist. Draco was one of these people. Until he saw a young girl, sitting on a counter in her uncle’s shop and waving happily at him. That was the moment he knew: ‘I will marry her one day’.

A/N: oh boy, that’s a long one again. I honestly couldn’t help myself once I came up with the idea. I thought it’d be cool to see how this relationship would develop with each year, so there’s a lot of time jumps. hope this is what you wanted angel ♥

                                                            *****

                                                        first year.

Youwere born and raised in Hogsmeade, a village that many students ofHogwarts visited frequently.

Thisyear, however, you’d become one of these students and were beyondexcited for it.

Zonko,the owner of Zonko’s Joke Shop, was your uncle, so when your parentswent off to work, you usually spent all your day with him.

Itwas no surprise, that the shop was filled to the brim on weekends,when Hogwarts students had their weekly trips.

Todaywas no exception. Your own adventure in Hogwarts would begin in aweek, but many students that were in higher classes, had alreadyarrived. You sat on top of a counter, legs dangling from it and youreyes were gliding from person to person, when they suddenly landed ona blonde boy staring at you.

Yousmiled happily at him and waved a little.

Dracoturned around to his friends and whispered: “Who’s the girl sittingon the counter over there?”

“Uh..the owner’s niece, I think,” one of them replied, “She’s startingHogwarts this year. Cool kid, from what I’ve heard.”

“Isshe?” Draco turned back around and found you laughing at the girlsin front of you, who tried one of your uncle’s toys, “She lookscool.”

Lookingback at it, that was the moment that Draco fell head over heels inlove with you.

                                                      aweek later

Therewere so many new students. It was hard to find one specific person inthe masses, but his eyes eventually landed on you.

Merlin,you looked so happy.

Heremembered his first day and how happy he had been. How happy to havebeen in Slytherin. Maybe that’s what you wanted too?

Hecouldn’t help but hope so. Hope that you’d join his house..

Butwhen it was time for you to get sorted and the hat called out:“Gryffindor!”, he was downright disappointed.

Hisface dropped and he watched you sit down at the Gryffindor table,that idiot Potter smiling kindly at you.

‘Thatcould’ve been me’, he thought.

                                                            ***

Itwas only a week later when he ran into you on his way to the GreatHall.

Hewas about to turn into the next corridor, and ran directly into you.

“Oh,I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you,” you said in your high-pitchedvoice, your eyes widening, when you saw who it was, “Oh! It’s you! Iremember you! You were in my uncle’s shop a while ago!”

Suddenly,Draco was eternally grateful that he had decided to go to dinnerearlier, otherwise his ‘friends’ would have been with him and hewouldn’t have been able to talk so freely with you.

“It’sDraco. Draco Malfoy.”

“Holdon.. you mean as in.. you’re.. wow!”

Hethought you’d be disgusted, maybe even scared, but he found none ofthat in your eyes. Only curiosity.

“Isthat good?”

“Idon’t know,” you shrugged and laughed, “I’ve heard so much aboutyour family. Always wanted to meet one of you. But my parents neverlet me leave Hogsmeade. But it’s really cool to finally meet one,especially someone that is almost my age.”

Hecouldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“I’mnot that interesting.”

“Pff.If you say so. Anyways, I have to go, or I’ll get in trouble again.”

“Again?”

Youblushed a little and lowered your gaze, fidgeting with the sleeves ofyour robe, “Long story. I’ll tell you one day.”

“Isthat a promise?”

Youlifted your head again, smiled happily and nodded enthusiastically.

                                                   secondyear

Itwas the year of the Triwizard Tournament. The reason while studentsfrom foreign schools had traveled to Hogwarts. Both to watch and bepart of this spectacle.

Butthat wasn’t the reason for your uproar.

Youran through the halls of Hogwarts as quickly as possible andeventually, found yourself in the astronomy tower.

Thespot, that Draco and you had marked your own since last year.

Youhad quickly realized that he didn’t want to appear ‘weak’ in front ofhis friends, for being friends with you. You didn’t like themanyways, so you didn’t mind. You didn’t mind your friendship beinga secret. You doubted your Gryffindor friends would approve either.

Hewas leaning against the railing of the balcony and turned around when he heard someoneenter.

“Didyou run here?”

“Tellme the truth.. you’re not planning on throwing your name in theGoblet of Fire.. right?”

Hedrew his eyebrows together in confusion, “I’m too young..”

“Iheard rumors.. that someone has found a way..,” you walked over tohim, until you were standing right in front of him, “Promise me.Promise you won’t do something stupid.”

“Whywould I even want to be a part of it?”

“Fame,glory, honor, Merlin, I don’t know. I just need to hear you say, that you won’t be a part of it.”

Hecouldn’t help but smile and put his hands on either side of yourcheeks, “I promise you, that I won’t be an idiot and throw my name in the Goblet of Fire.”

Onlythen did you let out a sigh of relief.

Andthat had been the second moment that Draco realized you were the loveof his life.

                                                      thirdyear

Umbridgebrought nothing but terror with her.

Shewas a monster. Simple as that.

Theway she physically hurt students, for doing something that she deemedbeing wrong, was something that even you had suffered from.

Youwere just on your way back, rubbing your hand, when Draco walked up to you.

“I’vebeen looking all over for you. Where have you been?”

“Uh..,”you quickly hid your hands under your sleeves, “I got hungry. Youknow me,” you faked a smile.

Butthat was the problem, wasn’t it? He did know you. He knew you forthree years and he knew you better than anyone else did.

“Whathappened?”

“Nothing,”you wanted to walk past him, but he quickly grabbed your wrist andpulled your hand towards him.

Hestared at the – still bloody – words on the back of your head andyou could see the fury that was burning in his eyes.

“I’llkill her.”

“No,Draco, don’t!” you pressed your hands against his chest, “You’rein her good graces. Keep it that way, or you’ll end up like me.”

“Shetortured you!”

“Ican handle it,” you smiled at him. That gentle smile that alwayscalmed him down, “But I can’t handle you being hurt, because ofme.”

Hetook a few deep breaths. Killing her would probably not end well forhim.

Buthe wouldn’t forget this.

Andhe especially wouldn’t forget the feeling he had, when you told himthat you couldn’t stand him being hurt..

                                                     fourthyear

“Heeeey!Look what I got!” you ran up to him and held two muffins in frontof his face, “I made them. Or.. well.. I tried to,” you laughed.

Butwhen you looked up at him and saw how distraught he looked, that happy smile quickly vanished.

“Draco?What’s wrong?”

Hesighed, keeping his eyes fixed on the horizon.

“Everything’sgoing to change.”

Youknew what he was talking about, butyou refused to believe it. 

Instead, you took a step aside, so thatyou were standing behind him and hugged him, your face pressedagainst his back.

“No.You and I won’t.”

“(Y/N)..”

“Shht.Don’t say it,” you pressed your eyes shut, “Let me believe it..please..”

Andso he did.. he let you believe that he was a good man. He let youbelieve that he was still the same boy you first met in your uncle’sshop that day. Because anything else would break you.. would break him..

Heturned around in your arms and softly put one of his hands on yourcheek.

“Youknow that I care about you.. right? And that no matter what.. I won’tlet anything happen to you..”

“Youpromise?”

Hekissed your forehead, “I promise.”

                                                     fifthyear

Thebattle of Hogwarts had begun.

Manyhad died, but all you had wanted was to find him.

Youturned around every corpse with blonde hair, praying that it wasn’thim.

Andit never was.

Soyour search continued and continued.

Whenyou were standing in the Great Hall, you realized that no one washere.. and that it was surprisingly quiet for a war.

“Wheredid everyone go?” you whispered to yourself.

Youran into the courtyard and then you saw them all, standing in frontof none other but Voldemort and his goons.

Therewere too many people there and you couldn’t see a thing, but youcould hear it all.

Youcould hear Draco’s parents saying his name over and over again.

Andwithout even thinking about the consequences, you pushed through themasses.

“Draco!”

Itmust have caught his attention, since he stopped halfway on his way toVoldemort and turned around, his eyes wide in shock.

Youran towards him and jumped into his arms, tears streaming down yourface. You didn’t know whether it was because you now knew that he wasalive, or because he was about to leave and probably never return.

“Please,(Y/N), go back,” he whispered into your ear, but you only shookyour head furiously, “I made a promise to you. And I intend to keepthat promise..”

“No!”you didn’t want to let go and even though he tried to free himselffrom your grasp, he couldn’t.

Voldemortstarted laughing and turned around to his parents.

“Nowwho is this.. the future Misses Malfoy?” But both Lucius andNarcissa looked confused. They had no idea who you were, since you’vebeen keeping this a secret for five years. “How about you join ustoo? You and Draco could be happy together.. with us.”

Youopened your eyes and stared directly into those of Voldemort.

Finally,you let go of Draco and walked around him, so that you were shieldinghim.

“Youwant him?” your lower lip trembled, but you were a Gryffindor. Youwere brave. You could do this, “You have to kill me.”

“Ah..,”Voldemort laughed again, “Young love..”

Nowall of his goons laughed as well, but Draco only turned you aroundand cupped your face with his hands.

“Ican’t let you do this.. I can’t let you sacrifice yourself fornothing..”

“I’mnot sacrificing myself for nothing, Draco. I’m sacrificing myself forthe one I love,” you put your hands over his and just whenVoldemort was about to raise his wand to kill you, Harry – who wassupposed to be dead – fell out of Hagrid’s arms and disarmed him,running away immediately after.

Dracodidn’t waste a second.

Eventhough his parents kept screaming his name, he grabbed your hand andpulled you with him into the halls of Hogwarts.

Hewouldn’t let you get hurt. 

                                                           ***

“Mommyis sooooo cool!” your son said, a proud shimmer in his eyes.

“Sheloves daddy so much!” your daughter said at the same time.

Youcarried your youngest into the room and put her down on the floornext to her siblings.

Dracograbbed your hand and kissed your knuckles, smiling up at you.

“Yourmother is and will always be my hero.”

Youreturned the smile and softly brushed through his blonde hair.

Whowould have thought that the young girl sitting on that counter in heruncle’s shop and the blonde boy that had been staring at her for tenminutes straight would end up here, happily married and proud parentsof three children?

Well,Draco had certainly hoped so, ever since his eyes fell upon you.