#hlbutterflyoriginal

[shespeaksinsongs]

𝚒 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: i've had this idea since last christmas, but just didn't write it. i'm sorry i haven't been active on here. tbh, so little people are still active on tumblr, that it makes it difficult to find motivation to write here anymore! but i love you guys, and hope you love this short fic as much as i do. as always, enjoy! <3

summary: scorpius is throwing a tantrum and draco disciplines scorpius by telling him that santa will bring him coal instead of the gifts he asked for, if he keeps his behavior up.

warnings/content: cute family fluff <3

word count: 685

masterlist | taglist

when draco's parents had warned y/n and draco about the terrible two's, they weren't kidding.

y/n had been trying to get scorpius to eat his greens for the past thirty minutes. usually, she would just give into his aversion for spinach and broccoli, but she worried scorpius wasn't getting enough nutrients.

eventually, after thirty minutes of high-pitched "no!"'s and kicking in his high chair, y/n decided to let scorpius into his chair and get him to take a bath, since it was well past bathtime at this point.

but when she'd asked her son to go run his bath while she washed his dishes and the wall he'd managed to get dirty, she was met with an overwhelming no.

that prompted her to here, in this moment, barely holding onto scorpius by his bottom, and completely resigned.

finally, she decided to bother her husband and ask him for help.

"draco!" y/n hollered up the staircase, exasperation lacing her voice. with a squirming and unforgiving child in her arms, she called him again. "love, come down, please, i need help!"

in a matter of seconds, draco was off his business call and on his way down the stairs from his office. "what's wrong, darling?"

red in the face with frustration, y/n almost cried while explaining. "he didn't want to eat his veggies, so i gave up and told him to go get a bath running for him and now i don't know what to do or how to calm him down."

draco sighed, holding his arms out so he could take his son. instantly, scorpius stilled. "i've tried everything, dray. stories, promise of ice cream after bathtime, but he still just won't cooperate." her voice was at the brink of breaking.

draco could tell it was one of those days. it was written plainly on y/n's face. her shirt had been shifted onto one shoulder, and one pantleg rolled up higher than the other. it looked like she'd been through a war rather than one of her son's tantrums.

scorpius was a mommy's boy through and through, but with that, came his assumption that he could do whatever he wanted without getting punished or reprimanded for it.

draco gave y/n a sympathetic look and then looked sharply at his son. "scorpius," his voice was firm and disciplinary, as if the use of his full name hadn't been enough. "if you don't stop this behavior and start acting correctly, santa is going to bring you coal this year."

"no!" scorpius screamed. "i want my presents!" he kicked against draco's knees.

draco looked at his wife and mouthed an apology, wishing he'd been down sooner to help. "you know, scorp, it's a shame that you're acting this way." he said, looking at the mini him disappointedly. "mama went through so much trouble to get santa to bring you your presents a day early. she wrote a letter and sent it to the north pole and everything."

"mama!" scorpius cried, his guilt apparent in his face. "mama, i'm sorry." the little blond apologized, his r's still sounding like w's.

then, coming to sit on the stairs next to her husband and her son, y/n took scorpius into her arms again, this time both much more calm. kissing his cheek, she held him tight as he cried lightly into her neck. "it's okay, baby. but you have to know that your behavior is not acceptable. if you want something from me or daddy, just ask." she said, wiping the tears on her son's face. "nicely." y/n added with a laugh when scorp's little smile poked through his mouth.

leaning on her shoulder, draco added. "there isn't a thing in this world we wouldn't give you."

y/n nodded, holding her son tight to her chest. then, after separating herself to look her boy in his eyes, she tried reasoning again. "now, how about we go take that bath, hm?"

scorpius wiped his tears and looked sweetly up at his parents. "okay," he sniffed. "but mama and dada, you come, too!"

-

PLEASE FOLLOW, REBLOG, LIKE, AND/OR COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS/WANT TO SEE MORE!

Taglist: @daedreamss @drayslove @sunshinexhotchner @evahpmcu @alexxavicry @secretlynerdygeekystuff @marcela6malfoy @elizabethrosedarling @lolooo22 @lovemegood @miss-celestial-being @onyourgoddamnleft @dracosathenaeum @dumbledaddy11 @padf00ts-l0ver @imabee-oralizard @sydnee-writes @thehalfbloodedwitch @siriusblackstwin @jmj-1312 @moonlighy @saayanaaa @sydnee-skywalker @kurtssunglasses

[shespeaksinsongs]

Backseat (Pt.1) | Draco, Pansy, & Blaise x Reader

A/N: Love poly's and love you. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Y/N has to entertain her older brother Theo's friends, Draco, Pansy, and Blaise, despite hating them for their constant teasing about her younger age.

Warnings/content: Smut (fingering, oral sex - female-receiving, nipple play, clit play, hickeys?), babying (sort of dumbification), subspace, mommy and daddy kinks, a little fluff

Word count: 2.09k words

"Theo, your friends are here." Y/N said lazily, reshuffling her tarot cards as she ignored the profusely restless knocking on the front door.

"I'm not ready yet; open the door for them!" Theo shouted, his voice echoing down the creaky stairwell that led up to their rooms.

Y/N groaned out loud, rolling her eyes. "What, but I don't even-"

"Entertain them!" He replied absently, busy looking for an outfit that would show everyone up.

Y/N huffed in annoyance but unwillingly got up from the dining table and opened the door, her eyelids half shut to further prove that she was uninterested in being her brother's hostess.

They always treated her like a child, despite her being only nine months younger than her brother.

"Hey, doll." A tall, black-haired Slytherin by the name of Pansy said, letting herself in.

"Pansy." Y/N said, eyeing her up and down, irritated with their presence. "Draco, Blaise." She looked at each one of them. "What are you three doing here, again?"

"Party, little one." Blaise said, patting Y/N's head, which she scrunched her face up at.

"You were invited, weren't you?" Draco asked tauntingly, tilting his head to the side.

"She's not old enough to drink yet, remember, Draco?" Pansy fake pouted, making her way over to where Y/N was scowling, her arms folded over her chest defensively.

"I'm going upstairs." Y/N said flatly, gathering her cards and crystal ball.

"Not so fast, precious." Draco said, stopping her steps by wrapping his two large hands around Y/N's waist, almost enveloping it whole. "Would you mind showing us where the wine cooler is?"

Y/N almost scoffed before she turned around and answered. "We live in quite possibly one of the worst neighborhoods of America, and you think we have a wine cooler?"

"No need to get snappy, angel, just wondering." Draco said, letting go of Y/N.

"Right." She rolled her eyes, just then realizing how close she was to him at that moment. "I'll be upstairs."

"Wait!" Blaise exclaimed a little too loudly. Y/N sighed a deep breath, remembering her earlier promise to her brother that she'd behave with the guests. "Do you have any candles?"

Y/N looked down at him, confused from the third step of the stairs, raising her brow. "Candles? Bit romantic for a party with hard drugs and alcohol, don't you think?" She laughed a bit, biting back the smile that wanted to creep on her face when she saw Blaise laugh back up at her.

"Forgive them," Pansy said, pinching the bridge of her nose. "they're trying to find ways to occupy you longer."

"Figured that much." Y/N quipped back, ignoring a warm feeling that was spreading from her fingertips to her toes.

"You're quite cocky today, princess." Draco said, approaching her elevated status in the room. "Why the sudden switch?"

"Not feeling chatty today." Y/N said, raising her eyebrows and flashing an obviously fake smile.

"Y/N!" Theo bellowed down the stairs, probably still getting ready.

"What?" Y/N answered back, switching her gaze from Pansy to Blaise to Draco.

Theo cleared his throat before answering. "I have an important package coming today, and it's supposed to have-"

"I'll check!" She yelled eagerly, happy to get some quiet time away from her brother and his pushy friends. "Sorry, gotta go." She shrugged, putting on her jacket and plucking the housekeys off the key-rack mounted on the door over the peephole.

"We'll come with." Pansy mused, linking her arm with Y/N's, Blaise beating Draco to her other side, which he growled lowly at.

Y/N rolled her eyes, not answering. As they exited the house, Draco put his hand on Y/N's shoulder and tenderly rubbed it.

"Why don't you let us drive you there, sweetie?" He asked, using the pet name condescendingly as he, Pansy, and Blaise always did.

"I like the walk." Y/N answered, ignoring the looks of frustration she was etching upon all their faces, despite their attempts to keep it cool.

"Always a Gryffindor." Draco shook his head, shoving a bothered Blaise out the way to walk Y/N to the car. "You don't like people doing things for you, do you?" He asked, opening the car door for her.

Y/N didn't respond and instead glared at Pansy for putting her seatbelt on for her and squeezing her cheeks as one would do to a baby. She babbled gibberish to her, kissing her cheek before disappearing off to get into the car. Y/N ignored the blush she felt coming on.

"She's getting so big, Draco." Blaise said, getting in the backseat of the car to sit next to Y/N. "Gonna outgrow her booster seat." He added, caressing her face with the back of his hand as Y/N mulled over scratching his eyes out with her bare hands.

Draco nodded in agreement, reversing out of the driveway, observing Y/N through the rearview mirror as often as he could.

Halfway through the three-minute drive, Draco began quietly singing a popular nursery rhyme. "Round and round, round and round, the wheels on the bus go round and round."

"All day long." Blaise finished along with Pansy, who was smiling devilishly to herself.

"Would you kindly shut the fuck up?" Y/N burst, her teeth almost grinding against each other.

"Ask nicely, dove." Blaise said, and before Y/N could fire back, his lips were on hers, melting away her frustration with the three. "So hot-headed." He muttered against her warm mouth, which was, unfortunately, aching for him.

Y/N moaned at the way his hand fit perfectly around her neck and how he was applying just the right amount of pressure. Just when she was about to start kissing him back, Blaise pulled away, causing Y/N to whimper, frowning at the loss of contact.

"Look at her. Our baby's so needy." Pansy cooed, getting into the backseat and getting on her knees behind the driver's spot, where Draco was putting the car in park.

"I'm not a baby!" Y/N said, although the whine she said it with only further proved Pansy's point.

"Yes, you are, little one." Draco said, opening the back door and getting on her other side, so he and Blaise were sandwiching her. "Look at you drooling, practically begging to suck on something."

Y/N frowned, refusing to enter subspace. But the more she refused, the more she slipped into the most blissful state of mind she'd ever been in.

"Let us take care of you, baby." Pansy said, prying Y/N's legs open while she looked to Blaise, who was holding her hand next to her. Y/N looked at him worriedly, shaking her head slightly and muttering tiny "no's" under her breath.

"Do what Mommy says, love, don't wanna be a bad girl, do you?" Blaise asked, peppering passionate yet delicate kisses along her jawline down to her collarbone.

"N-no." Y/N said, finally under their control. "Wanna be a good girl."

"That's it, let Mommy and Daddies take care of you." Draco said, helping Y/N take off her clothes, starting with her skirt and panties.

"Such a pretty cunt, angel." Pansy groaned against her thighs, it already dripping for them. The vibrations of Pansy's warm breath sent sparks through Y/N's body, causing her to arch her back at the almost painful throbbing and the thoughts of what they could do to her.

"Want Mommy to eat you out, dove?" Blaise asked, eyeing Draco carefully as he took off Y/N's bra, kneading her supple breasts, which caused her moans to get caught in the air. "Not a scratch." He mouthed to Draco, who nodded, agreeing to Blaise's command.

"Y-yes." Y/N swallowed, lubricating her throat that had become dry from panting so much from desire.

"Say the magic word." Draco said in a sing-songy voice, attaching his lips to her buds and circling his tongue around. He kneaded the other breast with his free hand, cold rings only turning her on more, as the rest of her skin was hot.

"Agh!" Y/N moaned out, her eyes almost shutting closed. "Please, please, Pansy!"

"Ah, ah, ah," Pansy said, swatting her weeping cunt with her cold fingers.

"M-mommy, please, I need you." Y/N corrected herself, not caring how stupid or pathetic she sounded, begging for her tongue.

Pansy let out a bored sigh, trilling her lips slightly. "If you insist." She said before attaching her mouth to her clit, wasting no time sucking as hard as possible.

This drew moans from Y/N that she didn't even know she had in her. Tension was building up inside her, and she wasn't sure if she'd be able to take it - a few minutes more, and she'd cave for sure.

As if a sign from the heavens above, Blaise continued sucking on all of Y/N's sweet spots (leaving as many hickeys as possible) and gently asked, "Is she close?" to Pansy, who was busy destroying Y/N's pussy with her mouth.

"Let's see." She muttered, entering two fingers at once into Y/N, moaning when she felt how tight she'd gotten. If I had a dick... She thought, pounding her fingers in and out of Y/N's small hole slowly, teasing her.

Y/N bucked her hips, whimpering and moaning at Draco and Blaise's gestures on her body. "Please go faster, Mommy."

"Your hole is so small, angel. I'm afraid I'll break you." Pansy fake pouted, now going even slower, causing Y/N's eyes to form tears as she felt her high slipping away.

"Please, Mommy, I can handle it." Y/N whined again, trying her best to focus on the swirl of Draco's tongue and the pit in her stomach that formed at Blaise sucking her soft skin.

"Fine, but only because you look so cute like this." Pansy said, pulling her waist out a little so she could get an even better angle. "So tight, baby. Bet you'll feel so good for your Daddies." She said, using her other hand to circle Y/N's clit in a spot that had her seeing stars.

"Gonna cum, gorgeous?" Draco whispered, making Y/N shudder with delight as he rolled her nipple between his two fingers.

"Y-yes! Please let me cum, Daddy!" Y/N half-laughed and half-moaned, making all three of them more aroused than ever.

Draco looked up at Blaise, who was occasionally slapping her thighs when she closed them around Pansy's face a little too much. Then, with a nod from both the blond and Pansy, Blaise spoke against behind her ear. "You can cum, doll."

Within a second, Y/N unraveled, feeling her whole world change before her eyes. Pansy, now moving her tongue up and down on her clit in a motion Y/N had never been able to replicate on herself before, laughed almost diabolically as Blaise let Y/N's head fall back on his shoulder.

"Did so good for us, baby." Draco said once Y/N had calmed down, kissing her cheek and forehead while Blaise kissed the opposite cheek simultaneously, making Y/N squeal.

"Tasted so good, too." Pansy said sweetly, wiping the cum off her lips to kiss Y/N square on the lips.

As Draco began cleaning her sensitive cunt with his jacket, Y/N frowned. "W-wait, what about you guys?" Y/N asked, feeling herself come back, but not ready to let go of the unconditional trust she held for the three at that moment.

"Your brother's probably wondering where we are, baby." Draco answered, caressing her cheek tenderly, kissing away the sad look on her face. "There'll be more time for us at the party, I promise." He said, nodding as an additional form of reassurance, watching as Y/N's eyebrows curled upwards, her eyes fighting tears.

"Okay, Daddy." She gave in, kicking her feet up on the backseat to lay down on his laps while Pansy stroked her hair lovingly, admiring her figure. Surprisingly, in the midst of all this, Draco, Theo's most disliked friend by Y/N, became her favorite of the three.

"It's not Daddy anymore, dove." Blaise said, grabbing a blanket from the trunk and laying it on the two. "It's Draco."

The three watched, fascinated, as Y/N went through mental warfare with herself, unsure what they were to her anymore. "Dray?" She asked, looking up at Draco, who had the kindest look in his eyes.

"Yes, darling, that works." He laughed softly, bending down to give her another kiss on the forehead.

"Let's drive you home, shall we?" Pansy asked reluctantly, holding Y/N's hand, not yet ready to let go.

"Okay." Y/N whispered, her eyes shutting closed as Blaise dressed her carefully, Draco still rhythmically petting her hair.

To be continued...

-

LIKE AND REBLOG IF YOU ENJOYED THIS!

Taglist:

@chloeluvsdray @sunshinexweasley @evahpmcu @alexxavicry

@mvdbldd @secretlynerdygeekystuff

[shespeaksinsongs]

𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: hey guys! wrote this in a study period because i was not about to do work. tbh i feel it’s a little boring, but i hope you enjoy, still! <3 HUGE thank you to marcela for proof-reading and giving me tips on how i can improve. i love you so much.

summary: y/n substitutes for professor!draco's class of second years. when the students find out that y/n and draco are married, they ask her a series of questions about their relationship.

warnings/content: just insinuations of sex, kissing, and a cute relationship <3 professor!draco x substitute!reader

word count: 1.5k words

masterlist | taglist

Her shoulders squared as she mustered the most self-assuring smile she could. To anyone walking down the halls of Hogwarts, she must have looked like an idiot.

It was her first day as a substitute teacher. The job didn't seem so hard - take roll, give out busywork, the normal shebang she'd gotten when she was a student.

She pushed back the tall doors to see several smaller heads turn back, expecting the enthusiastic Slytherin that usually taught them. A few faces fell when they saw he wasn't there, but a woman different by comparison was heading to sit at his desk.

"Good morning, kids! As you can see, Professor Malfoy is not here today.” A chorus of groans passed through the room as Y/N continued her announcement, her legs shaking from the nerves. He's going to be gone for the majority of your period because he's got to go to the healer." She said, reminding herself to smile. "So, he's asked me to substitute for your class. From what I've heard, you're a pretty calm period, so this should go well." She said unsurely, mostly trying to convince herself rather than the kids.

A few heads nodded, but with a keen eye, the student who sat closest to Y/N squinted her eyes at the decorated ID badge hanging around Y/N's neck.

"Okay, class, I'm going to take attendance, and then I'll pass out the work for this class." Y/N raised her voice, attempting to hit the back of the vast and echoey room.

Before she could begin, a student's hand shot up in the air, making her reminiscent of a certain someone she was very fond of. She should be - it was her husband after all.

"Yes?" Y/N asked, her attention directed to the student.

"... Is your last name Malfoy?" The same fair girl asked with wide eyes, closing them briefly to squint at the badge again.

Y/N chuckled, knowing she'd be caught at some point. "Yes, Professor Malfoy is my husband." She smiled, glancing at the framed pictures Draco had put of her and him together around his desk.

She chuckled at the organization system of his paperclips, by color and size, as another hand shot up, different from the last.

"Yes?" She smiled, practically sensing what the next question would be.

She could practically see the cogs whirring in the boy's head as his eyebrows furrowed. "What's it like to be married to him?"

"Hm..." Y/N thought for a moment. "I'm not sure if he'd be alright with me telling you that information..." She trailed off, smiling slyly.

"Oh, please, Mrs. Malfoy!" One student pleaded quite dramatically.

"We won't tell him! We promise!" Another student spoke up. "Right, guys?" He asked looking around at the rest of the class, causing the rest of the class to nod furiously, interested in Y/N's answer.

Y/N hummed, looking at the starry ceiling Draco'd enchanted as she considered the question. "Well, he's very thoughtful. He shows he cares by doing things for me. Like, one time, I'd been upset about the lemon shortage in England, since it meant there wouldn't be any at the grocery store and I wouldn't be able to make or buy lemonade. So he planted four huge lemon trees in our backyard." Y/N blushed, feeling herself grow warm inside at just the thought of him.

The class "aww'd" and gasped, probably not expecting that type of behavior from their strict Astronomy teacher. Y/N giggled as another student raised his hand.

"Yes, love?" She answered, gesturing for him to speak his mind.

His hand shot down when everyone had their eyes on him as he spoke with enthusiasm, as the resident class clown should. "Does he ever... kiss you?"

Multiple students gasped in shock, some with their hands over their mouths as if they'd just heard a dirty secret.

Y/N laughed, messing with the kids. "No, we never kiss. That's disgusting."

An eruption of giggles and mischievous laughter passed through the room, and soon it sounded like a group of hyenas was being taught, instead of a group of second years.

Then, suddenly, a girl who wore pink ribbons in her hair with cotton-candy-themed school supplies, and frilly socks, spoke. "Do you guys ever have special hugs?" She asked innocently, causing her less-than-innocent peers to look at both her and Y/N with their jaws dropped.

"We do hug a lot... but what do you mean "special", sweetheart?" Y/N repeated, her tone asking for elaboration.

"It's how babies are made!" She smiled wide, causing Y/N's smile to drop, her face bright red.

It must've been what her parents had told her to avoid telling her how babies were really made, Y/N assumed.

"Um... no, we've never had a special hug, lovely." She lied, now feeling guilty she'd let the Q&Asession get so far when they should have been halfway through their assignment by this point. "If we did, we'd have an angel like you." She smiled, gathering the assignments together, readying herself for the wave of disappointment she was about to receive from the mass group.

"Alright, guys, we've actually got to start working on this assignment, and I still haven't taken role so I'm going to pass these papers out, so you can get started." She said, a hint of regret in her voice as she waved her wand towards the back of the room, making sure each person got a paper.

Thirty minutes had passed, and Y/N was bored out of her mind. Twirling a pencil around your fingers and writing your name in different fonts can only be so fun until it begins to bore you.

Then, right on cue, Draco pushed the double doors open, announcing his presence dramatically, as he usually did with the second years.

"You're saved! I'm here!" Draco said, making multiple students smile and laugh as their heads whipped around, excited to see their teacher again.

They liked Y/N, and even more now that they knew she was their teacher's wife, but Draco was almost like a father to them. He was many of the kids' safe spots while they were away from their parents at Hogwarts, answering any questions that came his way, and being full of great advice. In addition to that, he was the Head of Slytherin, making sure his connection to his students was as special as it could be.

"How was she, guys? Be honest." Draco asked the kids, stopping in the middle of the room.

"Better than you!" One kid with a red tie around his neck answered playfully, which Draco feigned hurt at as he shook his head, making his way to the desk Y/N sat at.

"Hi, baby," He whispered against her temple. "how were the kids?"

"Well, they know who I am." She giggled when Draco feathered his fingers over a spot she was ticklish in.

"Wait, who are you, again?" He asked, feigning confusion, but unable to stop the expression of amusement flickering across his features.

A flat look from Y/N had him breaking the character when she answered, "Your wife." She said, crossing her arms.

"Oh, yeah, right, right." He nodded, smiling at the chuckle slipping past Y/N's lips.

His eyebrow raised as he kissed her cheek, looking at the "project" she was working on. She'd somehow managed to make eleven paper hearts in the one hour he was gone and get no work done. Taking a closer look, he grinned, seeing what she'd written on them to spell out.

I love you.

"I was hoping to leave them on your desk as a surprise." Y/N frowned, looking up at her husband, hovering over her, who was sitting in his ultra-comfy desk chair. "I didn't know you'd get back so early." She whispered, so as not to disturb the students, not noticing they weren't paying any attention to their work, but the young and loving couple at the front of the classroom. “How was your appointment, my love? Everything okay?”

Draco was about to answer when the same innocent-looking girl who’d asked the last question earlier raised her hand, directing her question to Draco.

"Yes, Miss Weasley?" He answered, his arm around Y/N's shoulder, rubbing circles on her arm tenderly.

"My mum told me many couples have special hugs, even if they're not making a baby…” Rose trailed off, a bright smile on her lips. “So, do you guys have special hugs, still?"

-

PLEASE FOLLOW, REBLOG, LIKE, AND/OR COMMENT IF YOU LIKE THIS/WANT TO SEE MORE!

Taglist: @daedreamss @drayslove @sunshinexhotchner @evahpmcu @alexxavicry @secretlynerdygeekystuff @marcela6malfoy @elizabethrosedarling @lolooo22 @lovemegood @bukoffski @miss-celestial-being @onyourgoddamnleft @dracosathenaeum @dumbledaddy11 @padf00ts-l0ver @imabee-oralizard @sydnee-writes @thehalfbloodedwitch

[shespeaksinsongs]

𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

masterlist | taglist

a/n: first fic since january! i can't believe it. well, anyways, this was written in under two hours, and on a whim, so i'm really hoping you guys like this one enough to hold you over 'till the next one. enjoy, my butterflies! <3

summary: when you're rocked out of your sleep from seeing draco cry for the first time, you immediately comes to his aid, worried.

warnings/content: insecurities within relationship, fluff, angst w/ comfort, gn!reader

word count: 1.99k

-

You weren't usually a heavy sleeper, but there was a window of time between when you were falling asleep, and when you were actually asleep, that took you a lot of external disruptions to wake up from.

It wasn't the loud music your downstairs neighbor strummed, in the middle of the night for Merlin knows what reason, on his electric guitar. And it wasn't the slew of curses from outside your apartment door, probably from the group of drunk girls who lived next door, one probably tripping over air.

Rather, it was the series of wet drops you felt sliding from the nape of your neck to your jaw, to your chin, to the sheets that kept you and your boyfriend warm.

That caused your body to twitch a bit. Then, it was the convulsing coming from Draco's body, pulling you closer towards him either voluntarily or not.

But when you felt a hand reach to slide your engagement ring off your safely-wrapped finger, that's when your eyes sprung open, turning around swiftly to see what was happening.

You expected your loft to have a leaky pipe. That would've explained the wetness of your neck at the moment.

You expected your fiancé to be shivering from the cold of your bedroom because you swore 65 was the perfect temperature, and he was too sickeningly sweet to go against your wishes. That would explain why he shuddered into your skin while spooning you.

You expected some crazy, psycho, ring bandit, quietly cackling that he'd managed to steal your most prized possession, betting it'd sell for millions on the black market.

But when you did turn around, you saw none of that. No leaking above you, no frostbitten blond, and no diamond thief.

Instead, you saw something more unbelievable.

Draco, lying on his side behind you, with tears coming out of his eyes.

If someone had told you hours or maybe days before, that you'd encounter yourself in this situation with him, you wouldn't know how to react.

So maybe it was the instinct to protect him from everything bad the world could throw at him, that had you taking him in your arms quickly, sitting up slightly so you could hold the full weight of his body, and asking him what was wrong, despite being sleepy enough that you were sure you could fall asleep in a construction zone.

"Nothing." He tried to say, but it came out wobbly, sounding a lot like "something".

So you asked, again, coaxing him to cooperate with you. "Baby, please. Just tell me so I can make it go away." You grew desperate at his silence, pressing his skin probably a bit too hard underneath your fingertips. "Please, baby." You whispered against his hair, your heart breaking at the sobs leaving Draco's throat.

After a few moments, Draco sat up, reluctantly separating himself from you as he looked down at his palms, where your ring laid, enclosed in his hand.

"Dray?" You sat up, wishing you could refrain from insisting he tell you what was wrong. But you just couldn't. He never cried. Not even when his grandmother had died, not when his father would spew curses and insults at him for being with a lowly half-blood, or when you and he temporarily broke up in third year over, quite possibly, the stupidest fight on the planet.

He never cried. Not that you'd ever seen, anyway.

A shaky breath escaped his lips, and you realized he was about to start speaking, so you hushed yourself, willing yourself not to encourage him, as you thought it'd prolong the time it took him to spit out whatever was wrong.

"It's just," He began to sob again, but your hands extended to hold his free hand, the one that'd been toying with the fabric of his sweatpants. "I'm-" He let out a shaky breath and finally began to speak. "Are you sure you want to marry me?" He asked, swallowing a lump so large you could see his throat bob - significantly.

It took you a moment to fully process what he'd asked as if the decision to marry him was something you'd ever think over twice. "What?" You asked, mirroring the position he held on your bed, tucking your feet underneath your bottom. The hand that cupped Draco's palm reached up to his face, cupping his cheek as you looked at him with the most concern you'd ever held in your eyes. "Draco, tell me what's really wrong."

He looked behind you, picking a spot above your head to avoid holding your eye contact back as he spoke. "Do you really want to marry me? Is-" He took a deep breath, trying to swallow back the word vomit that was about to leave him. "Do you really love me? Is it because of my name, or-"

Then, you began tearing up. Because you knew exactly where he was coming from. The day he told you he loved you, so many years ago at Hogwarts, was perhaps the most insecure you'd ever felt in your life.

As far as you were concerned, you were a nobody in the wizarding world. Your family held no title for the most prestigious and wealthy family like Draco's did. And if you were being honest, you couldn't see yourself becoming an Auror or another high-risk job that included using magic. You saw yourself as a successful businessperson, with millions to your name that you couldn't have gotten from your parents, which, now that we were mentioning, were half-bloods, something Draco's blood had supposedly all despised.

It felt like Draco had chosen you for something else. Maybe the attention you gave him. Or maybe the homework help that you'd originally offered to him after hearing him complain about how difficult Potions was, as a means to get closer to him with an excuse.

But you didn't feel loveable, by far. It'd taken months of smooth caresses in public and privacy, and tender, gentle kisses that said the three words better than any spoken phrase - months of that for you to realize you were loveable, and probably the most loved person in the world. Because Draco had managed to make you feel that way.

So now, with Draco in front of you, refusing to look you in the eyes because he was so embarrassed to even tell you what had gotten him so upset, you began to cry, too.

It felt like you'd messed up. Like the warm hugs you gave him ended too quickly. Like the compliments and praises you gave him may have sounded scripted because of how much you repeated them, despite believing them to be completely true. Like maybe you should've kissed him goodnight twice instead of once that night.

So you breathed heavily, wiping the tears that rolled down your face. With trembling hands, not trying to make it about you, you straddled Draco's body; the hand that held your ring had dropped it on the blanket below you, and the hand that once held yours was now resting on your waist.

"Are you sure you want to marry me?" He asked again, his voice quiet and unsure, gaze still avoiding yours.

You shifted closer, as close as you could without kissing him - not yet. Because he had to know this. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life." You said firmly, before closing the slight gap between you so your body melted into his, morphing into one soul as it did every time you touched like this.

You pulled away, hanging your hands around his neck, only to come into him again, your body fitting perfectly into his larger one. You kissed him again, this time only breaking apart to say those three words he told you that had always made you feel so sure of yourself. "I love you."

"I want to spend the rest of my life with you." You said, kissing down his jaw, burning into his skin like a kind fire.

"I want to start a family with you." You said, sliding your ring back on your finger where it belonged.

"I want to do my taxes with you," You said, smiling into his neck as you approached the spot that he loved almost as much as you.

"I want to pay mortgages with you," Your free hand traveled from his bicep to his other hand to hold it tightly.

"I want to come home to you, every day, for the rest of my life." You said, kissing his chest, hoping even a sentiment of what you were saying was getting through to him. "Because you are my home, my love." You said, pulling away, to look into his bright blue eyes, now only lined with tears.

"You're domesticity, and warmth, and everything good in the world, and wanting to do anything that'll keep a smile on your face, because I love you so much." You said, your expression softer than ever. "You're more than I could have ever asked for, and I'm the luckiest being in the universe for it." You said, finally, pressing one last peck on his lips as you wiped his tears away and cupped his cheeks so he was looking into your eyes.

"Do you understand?" You asked, forcing back the urge to kiss him again until he confirmed.

He nodded, his palm wrapping around the back of your head, holding it as he brought your forehead to his lips and left a mark on your skin, the only indication of it happening being that searing sensation that burned for him, ached for him, when he pulled away.

He pulled you close so your lips brushed against his ever-so-slightly. "Thank you." He whispered, kissing you again, making you sigh into his mouth in relief.

"Don't thank me." You smiled, kissing his collarbone quickly as you rested your forehead on his chin. "Loving you is a privilege." You said, hearing Draco sniffle above you. When you looked up, he was looking at you with the most gone look he'd ever given you.

You didn't say anything. Neither of you did. Instead, you hugged him, his arms quickly enveloping your back, able to wrap around you twice if they needed to.

"You really want to pay taxes with me?" He asked against your neck, a smile audible in his voice.

"Oh, my Merlin, yes. I think about it all the time." You giggled, which was something only Draco could make you do. "Could you imagine? Getting called up as Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy." You closed your eyes, willing it to be real already, despite it coming into fruition rather soon. "And you'd be so cute, in your boring little suit, looking all serious." You laughed, feeling Draco's laugh vibrate against your back.

Then, finally, Draco pulled away, forcing a serious frown onto his face, although the remnants of a smile were still splayed across his mouth, the corners still tipping upwards.

"I do not have boring suits." He said, grinning when you kissed the tip of his nose, trying to get that smile you loved so much back.

"Hm," You thought. "You don't." You added thoughtfully. "But I may just have to buy you one for the occasion." You shrugged. "You can buy me a dull blazer and some camel slacks, too, I don't mind you dressing me up-"

Draco's lips attacked yours, pushing you back so your head was now at the foot of your bed, and your feet were at your pillows.

He hovered over you, one arm wrapped under the arch of your back, and the other one holding your head up so you could look at him comfortably.

"I love you." He said, kissing you again like he just couldn't help himself.

"I love you, too." You answered, with sincerity coating your throat. "For the rest of our lives."

-

IF YOU LIKED THIS, PLEASE CONSIDER DROPPING A COMMENT, REBLOG, LIKE, OR FOLLOW!

Taglist: @daedreamss @drayslove @sunshinexweasley @evahpmcu @alexxavicry @secretlynerdygeekystuff @marcela6malfoy @elizabethrosedarling @lolooo22 @lovemegood @bukoffski @cranberrypills @i-have-my-issues @onyourgoddamnleft @dracosathenaeum @dumbledaddy11 @padf00ts-l0ver @imabee-oralizard @sydnee-skywalker @thehalfbloodedwitch

[shespeaksinsongs]

Relax | Hermione x Reader

A/N: My first Hermione, lesbian fic, and request! The ones to come in the future will be better as I get more familiar with writing her character! Requested by the lovely @i-have-my-issues! I hope you love this. <3

Summary: Your girlfriend Hermione, a virgin, asked you to teach her how to touch herself. While trying to get her to relax, she can't take the arousal anymore and asks you to make love to her.

Warnings/content: smut (fingering, oral sex), hickeys, making out, virgin to non-virgin lol, nudity, intended Fem!Reader, Girlfriend!Hermione, Innocent!Hermione

Word count: 1.65k words

You'd talked about it quite a few times with your girlfriend. Hermione had been a virgin, while you were more sexually open and willing (not a virgin).

"Y/N?" Hermione asked one day while you were studying together in the library.

"Yes, my love?" You replied, folding the corner of your page to pay closer attention to the frizzy-haired girl you'd grown to love and adore in front of you.

"What does it feel like? I mean..." Hermione shook her head violently. "Never mind, it was a dumb question." She trailed off, opening your book back up for you so you could continue studying.

"No, baby, I love your questions!" You shut your book loudly. "What'd you want to ask me?" You said, reaching across the table to hold her hand encouragingly.

"Well, I just wanted to know what it feels like to have something inside you." Hermione said, now blushing a furious shade of red.

"It depends. It can feel good sometimes, but if you're not relaxed enough, it doesn't feel too great." You answered, knowing a simple explanation would be enough to open up the type of conversation you'd started to love having with your girlfriend.

"Oh." Hermione said, pushing her hair behind her ears. "I was just wondering, is all." She laughed, looking anywhere but your eyes.

"I can show you if you'd like." You smiled sweetly.

"But I'm not ready for that yet." Hermione said nervously.

"I know, baby, we don't have to use me. I can show you how to use yourself." You explained, watching Hermione's eyes grow as wide as her face would allow.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked, changing her seat to sit next to you, not wanting to be forced to look you in the eyes.

"Have you ever touched yourself, darling?" You caressed the side of her cheek, smoothing down her hair with the back of your hand.

"Um..." Hermione's face faltered, and so did her gaze.

"Look at me when I speak to you, my love." You spoke softly, pulling her jaw to face yours.

"No, Y/N. I've never touched myself." Hermione said, hiding her face in your neck. You giggled softly, bringing her closer to you to hold her body against yours.

"That's alright, Mione. I can show you." You said, causing Hermione's face to spring up.

"Here?" Hermione said, her eyebrows furrowing.

"No, not here! I want your first time to be special. We need a safe word in case you want to stop... it can be "snowman"!" You laughed, which earnt a playful shove from the girl.

"Can you help me do it to myself first? Then if I feel comfortable, c-can you do it to me?" The tone with which Hermione spoke was nothing short of mortified, despite the number of times Y/N and Hermione had talked about it.

"Of course, sweetie." You said, placing a soft and gentle kiss on Hermione's lips, which she eagerly responded to. "Let's go to your dorm." You said sweetly, resisting the urge to lay there kissing Hermione for as long as Madam Pince, the librarian, would allow.

You tried your best to comfort Hermione, letting her know that she could stop at any time and you wouldn't mind. Your words seemed to be working because her worried look that made it seem as if she was riding to her death faded away. Now, she looked excited.

"What do I use?" Hermione asked, swiftly kicking her shoes off before jumping onto her bed, sitting flat on her knees. She looked so innocent. You laughed at her energy but didn't point it out, seeing as she was already as red as you'd ever seen her.

"It depends, baby. I think you might want to take it slow, first. How about we use your fingers for now, hm?" You asked, tilting her head towards you, looking for a verbal response.

"Okay." The girl said sheepishly, not wanting to make you upset by not looking you in the eyes.

"Good girl." You whispered, placing a long and sensual kiss on her lips. Even after you pulled away, you felt the kiss linger, and so did Hermione. "Can you take off your skirt and panties for me, love?" You tugged at the bottom of her light gray skirt.

She only nodded, taking off her block as fast as she could. You hummed at the sight of her cunt, which was yet to be wet - she was nervous. You could help with that. "Now what?" Hermione said, breaking you out of your gaze. You shook your head, changing your plans for that night.

"I need you to relax, baby. Can you do that for me?" You asked, curling one of her locks around your finger. She nodded vigorously, eager to please you. "Okay." You said softly, tenderly laying her head down onto a pillow.

You started kissing her lips, your own heat pooling up at the thought of getting to help Hermione climax for the first time. Occasionally, Hermione let out little whimpers that wanted to become moans but were too shy. You, however, were not shy at all. "You've always tasted so good, Mione." You groaned, flicking your tongue over the warm skin on her neck. You sucked as hard as you could, everywhere you could, until you found her sweet spot. Immediately, Hermione let out a melodiously loud moan.

"Y/N, please! Please touch me!" Hermione cried, not able to hold back any longer.

"Are you sure, baby?" You asked, concerned that she might be making a decision in the heat of the moment. "You said-"

"I don't care what I said, just please love me." Hermione whined, bucking her hips at friction she longed for.

Not needing a word more of encouragement, you paid your attention to Hermione's sex, which was now dripping in arousal. "I do love you." You said, helping an antsy Hermione take her shirt and bra off. "Let me show you how much."

You took a finger to Hermione's front, drowning it in her wetness. You forced her to look at you, watching as you sucked your finger clean of her fluids. Her eyes grew wide, which earnt a chuckle from you. "Pretty baby." You said, placing yourself on knees and elbows.

Without warning, you attached your lips to the hood of Hermione's clitoris, sucking as hard as your air supply would allow you to. Moans that had been trapped from Hermione's lips were now floating freely throughout the room, only making the wetness in your pants grow damper. Then, mouth still attached to Hermione, you circled a finger encompassing the soft and flexible skin around her hole. The reaction Hermione gave to this drove you crazy.

You moaned against her clit as you entered a finger into her. She was screaming your name, begging you to move. You grinned and laughed against her vulva, causing her to arch her back and shudder at the warmth. "I know, I know, baby." You said, now circling your tongue around her clit as you sucked on it furiously.

Your finger was now going in and out of her, eliciting the most beautiful sounds you'd ever heard her make. "Do you mind if I put another finger in, sweet girl?" You asked, going back to swirling figure eights around her lips and clit, pinching it, and pushing it around when you were more focused on the lips.

Hermione screamed a "yes," her eyes turning darker, chest heaving up and down. Not needing any more confirmation that Hermione was as ravenous as you were, you pushed another finger in. Now going twice as fast, rocking your hips with the rhythm, you selfishly wished this night was about you.

Feeling your girlfriend clench as tight as you'd ever felt around your fingers, you knew she wouldn't hold up for much longer. Wanting to see the way her eyes turned black when she reached her high, you got off of your elbows and on your knees. Your free hand reached for one of her breasts, massaging it and occasionally pinching her nipples. Your knee rested on her clit, pushing into it with the same pulse you'd thrust your now curled fingers into her.

"I don't think I can hold it, Y/N." Hermione managed to breathe out, screaming at the pain and pleasure. She found herself wondering why she hadn't asked you to show her how to masturbate sooner.

"That's okay, baby, let it out." You cooed, leaning a bit forward to watch as Hermione's face contorted, throwing her head back into the pillow.

This was all Hermione needed to hear before she let her release flow through her. It was the most relieving and beautiful feeling she'd ever felt. She moaned your name, repeating it as often as she remembered, almost forgetting her own name.

"Y/N! Oh, Y/N!" Hermione ended, her thighs twitching as she laid back, filthy of her own arousal. Her toes curled so far down that you heard them crack. All she could do now was try to catch her breath.

"Oh, my sweet baby." You said, finishing helping Hermione ride out her high. "You did so, so good. I'm so proud of you." You comforted, peppering kisses from her cheeks all the way down to her neck, where you'd left more than ten deep purple marks. She'd be infuriated when she saw them, for sure. "Let's go clean you up." You said, carrying Hermione to the bathroom so she could pee and you could run a bath for her.

When the tub was filled, shining with light purple bubbles and smelling of her favorite Epsom salts, Hermione asked you a simple question.

"Y/N?"

"Yes, baby?" You said, pulling her naked body closer to your chest, letting hers and the water's warmth purify you like a golden light.

"When can I make you feel that good?"

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[shespeaksinsongs]

Grateful | Draco x Reader

A/N: This is the fluffiest smut and piece I've ever written, which is why it is a little vanilla. I was planning to make this a mommy kink fic, but I'm not too sure what happened. It's been a long time since I've seen you guys, but I just wanted to let you know I'm not going anywhere and that I'm still here. Enjoy this one! <3

Summary: Draco and Y/N, both mafia bosses haven't made love in a while because they've been so busy. After a night of romance and sweet nothings, a little surprise awaits them weeks later.

Warnings/content: Smut (vaginal sex, making love, unprotected sex), EXTREME fluff, Fem!Reader, Mafia!Draco, Husband!Draco, mentions of infertility issues

Word count: 1.81k words

masterlist | request form

"Here are those documents you wanted, boss." Blaise said, handing Y/N a manilla folder labeled, "CLASSIFIED."

"Thanks, Blaise. You can go home for the day. I don't have anything else for you to do." She said, scribbling "go over auto-shop folder" on her to-do list.

"Sure thing. Thanks, boss. Have a good one."

"You, too." Y/N smiled, waving the brown-eyed man off.

"You know, you're making me look like a mean boss." Draco said, walking into the room and greeting his wife with a kiss on the forehead.

"Aw, baby... everyone knows I'm the boss here." Y/N laughed, pressing a promising kiss to her husband's lips before making her way into the conference room - slowly, so Draco could follow her.

"Okay, everyone, let's get this meeting started. My wife and I want to go to sleep, and so do you." Draco said, which earnt multiple nods of agreement and such from his employees.

"Theo, what'd you find on Jackman?" Y/N asked, taking her seat down next to Draco, who sat at the head of the table.

"Uh, not much, boss. Records show he's gone into hiding since the murder of his girlfriend, and last known knowledge concerning his whereabouts, he was in Costa Rica, but that was almost a year ago. He's difficult to get information on." Theo said, nervously taking a sip of water.

A moment of silence followed Theo, and he wasn't sure if he would be yelled at by his male boss or congratulated by his female one. "It's not much to go on, but I can work with it." Y/N shrugged. "Nice job, Nott." She smiled encouragingly, looking at her husband to continue.

"Alright, and, uh, Flint, whaddya got on our guys who were caught sneaking in the narcotics?" Draco said, finishing a sip of whiskey and offering some to his wife, who rejected his offer.

"They've been taken care of, sir." Flint nodded, his lips in a tight line, practically showcasing his anxiety.

"Good. Lastly, Greengrass - any word from our button man?" Draco asked, discarding his empty glass to the maid.

"Uh, no, sir. And his partner Valdez has chosen to use code of silence, so we basically have nothing to go on." Daphne spoke, adjusting her blazer tensely.

Draco sighed deeply, a fine wrinkle forming in between his eyes. "Alright. Everyone's free to go. Leave any papers I should know about on my desk in my office. If you need to talk to me, send me an email, and I'll get to it tomorrow. I'm not working for the rest of the day." Draco said, not getting up from his spot at the end of the table.

Y/N studied Draco's short breaths as hoards of men and some women left the office and knew well enough that something required her attention.

"What's wrong, baby?" She asked finally, closing the door behind her. She kicked off her stilettos and sat comfortably on his lap.

"I'm just a little stressed, is all." Draco said, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Everything always works in your favor. It's how you got me." Y/N joked, flashing him the ring he bought her when he married her.

"I got lucky on that one." Draco said softly, laying his head in between Y/N's neck and shoulder. "I'm sorry I haven't been giving you much love recently."

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed. "What do you mean? You kiss me and tell me you love me all the time."

"I just... we haven't made love in a while." Draco said, feeling his cheeks get red. Y/N smiled, feeling fortunate that she was the only one who got to see him that way.

"Well, do you wanna make love right now?" Y/N asked, stroking Draco's hair gently, smiling as she felt his heart race against her.

Without any words, Draco got up, picking Y/N up with him, and carried her up to their master bedroom.

Once they reached their wing of the house, Draco gently tossed her on the bed, slowly undressing her and laughing when she wouldn't stop kissing him even for a second.

"How do you feel when you're with me?" Draco asked, nibbling on bits of skin at her neck playfully as he stripped her of her pants.

"God, I feel... unreal." Y/N said, disconnecting his lips from her skin so she could look Draco in the eyes. "I never thought someone could love me the way you do. I love who I am with you."

Draco only hummed as a response and dived for her lips, which were waiting not-so-patiently for his to warm them up. He began unbuttoning his shirt, lightly grazing his fingertips over her bare stomach, making her feel butterflies.

"You are unreal." Draco said, stopping to admire his wife. "I mean... look at you. You're so beautiful." He said, watching her figure draped across their king-sized bed. "I still can't believe you chose me." He laughed, kissing down from her neck to her breasts, letting Y/N help him take off his remaining garments.

"I would choose you again in a thousand more lifetimes." Y/N said, smiling when Draco took off her bra and panty set for her.

Swiftly, Draco shoved his boxers to the side and aligned himself with Y/N's entrance, staring deeply into her eyes as he slipped inside.

"God," Y/N moaned, bringing Draco down for another kiss as he thrust in and out of her. "I love you so much."

Though familiar for Draco, Y/N's velvet walls felt like finally getting a sip of water from being parched all day - she quenched his thirst.

"I love you, too, angel." Draco moaned against Y/N's neck as she pulled him closer to her. "No one has ever loved anyone else as much as I love you."

Y/N, feeling her high start to approach, giggled and stayed quiet, enjoying the scene.

As Draco felt his cock being squeezed by Y/N's soft and squishy walls, he kissed her breasts, lightly suckling on them, leaving purple hues behind that marked his devotion to her.

Y/N's thighs began to shake, and her stomach felt like it was floating as Draco began to speed up, repeatedly stroking her g-spot. He was so deep in her, she was sure he was hitting her cervix. And the way his fingers rubbed figure eights on her clitoris made her want to squeal. She saw stars.

"Oh, my- Draco, fuck, I'm gonna c-" Y/N couldn't even finish her sentence before she finished, herself, warm cum springing out of both her and her husband. Draco kept rolling in and out of her, helping the both of them ride out their highs.

As they collapsed next to each other, Draco pulled the soft ivory covers over them and pulled Y/N close to his chest. "Thank you, thank you, thank you." Draco whispered against her hair, pressing feather-light kisses to her head.

"Darling, you don't have to thank me for sex." Y/N laughed, pulling his strong and muscular forearms tighter around her waist.

"No - thank you for letting me love you. To be by your side every day is an honor." Draco said into her ear, softly caressing the inner parts of her thighs, which were still shaking.

Y/N couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. That was the most beautiful instant she had ever experienced with him. Their wedding day was the best of her life, but this was one of those moments where you had to mentally snap a photo, or you'd regret it.

So she did - she closed her eyes and took in the smell of freshly washed sheets and her husband's comforting cologne. She felt the heat pressed against her back and the cool sweat that beaded down her neck. Then, finally, she opened her eyes again and looked down at his arms, holding her tight, his wedding ring on his finger and hers on her own.

She shifted around to finally look at Draco. His gentle blue eyes held the same comfort as the home they'd built for themselves. "Thank you for making me feel safe. I love you." She whispered into his neck as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

"I love you more." Draco smiled, rubbing her back soothingly, lulling Y/N to the best sleep she'd had in years.

"Baby, I'm sure your period is just late." Draco reasoned, following Y/N into the bathroom.

"My period is never late! And my whole body has been hurting so much recently." Y/N exclaimed, ripping one of the four pregnancy tests she bought out of its packaging.

Draco sighed as Y/N pulled her pants down and began to pee on the stick, watching as she hastily opened the rest of the tests and peed on them, too, making each one face down.

"What do we do now?" Draco asked from the doorway as Y/N pulled up her pants and washed her hands at the sink.

"Now... we wait." She said, climbing up to sit on the luxurious countertop.

Draco smiled, pulling her in for a warm hug and stroking her back. "If you're pregnant," He said, his chin resting on the top of her head. "you'll make the best mother."

Within an instant, Y/N felt her nerves calm down, and her breathing had gone back to normal as she leaned into Draco's touch some more.

"And you'll make the best dad ever." Y/N said, kissing his neck.

"You really think so?" Draco asked, looking down at Y/N, who was playing with the buttons of her suit.

"I know so." Y/N said, hugging him for the three more minutes that awaited them before checking the tests.

"Okay, whatever it says, remember how much I love you." Y/N said, finding it so beautiful how easily those words come to her when it's in regards to him.

"I love you, too, baby. Now go on; you're making me nervous." Draco smiled.

Y/N slowly flipped up the four tests, taking a deep breath while doing so, and...

||

Two lines - as clear as day.

"We-we're going to be parents." Y/N said, not fully comprehending what she was saying but feeling tears make streaks down her cheeks.

"What?" Draco asked, equally as in shock.

"I'm going to be a mommy! And you-"

"I'm going to be a daddy?" Draco asked, his face lighting up in the realization that was slowly dawning on him.

"Yes!" Y/N laughed, her heart feeling so full that she thought she was going to throw it up. Her body called for his, and he heard it, as he'd already scooped her up into his arms. Her legs wrapped around his waist as she giggled against his neck while he spun her around.

After minutes of comfortable silence, while they reveled in the glory of finally conceiving a baby after years of trying, Draco finally spoke.

"Thank you for letting it be me."

Taglist: @Malfoyswifeyy @sunshinexweasley @daedreamss

[shespeaksinsongs]

I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus | Draco x Reader

A/N: Obviously, this is inspired by Jackson 5's I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus. My geometry teacher was playing Christmas music today, and I couldn't resist writing this.

Summary: Scorpius gets worried when he sees his mom kissing someone who doesn't look like his dad in the slightest.

Warnings/content: fluff, hurt/comfort, mentions of cheating (although false)

Word count: 834 words

masterlist | request | taglist

His curly blond locks were almost camouflaged with the white stair railing - almost.

"This is stupid. He's going to think you're cheating on me." Draco whispered, his cheap white stick-on beard peeling off his jaw. He looked silly with his red fat suit on, but Y/N thought he looked cute.

Y/N laughed, pressing the beard back onto his face. "Let's just see if he tells you." She said, ghosting his lips before she pressed them on his.

A small gasp escaped Scorpius' mouth, and he slapped his hand on it almost as soon as it came out. Then, astonished, he ran up the stairs, nearly tripping over a few, and headed for his room.

The next day was the happiest in the Malfoy-Y/L/N household because it was the one day of the year Draco and Y/N could spoil Scorpius rotten without looking like bad parents.

Draco and Y/N laid in each other's arms a few hours, trying their best to stay awake for Scorpius' annual anxious arrival into their bedroom on Christmas morning. To their surprise, it was almost noon, and still, no word from their son.

"Do you think we should check on him?" Y/N asked, drawing circles on Draco's bare back.

Draco shook his head. "He's probably just still asleep. He went to sleep quite late yesterday."

Y/N nodded and continued her cuddling session with her husband. Three hours had passed, and still, no sign of their son.

Y/N had to drag Draco out of bed at some point, forcing him to come with her to their son's room. When they lightly rapped on the magnolia wood door, the last thing they expected to see was the view of freshly dried tears and a red-eyed Scorpius.

The pair rushed over to their son without thinking, ready to aid him in whatever the issue was.

"Hey, buddy, it's okay, come here." Draco said, picking Scorpius up effortlessly and cradling him in his laps. Y/N inched closer to her son, pressing gentle kisses to his face.

"You can tell us when you're ready, baby." She soothed quietly, her heart breaking at the small sobs coming from the younger blond.

After what felt like days to Draco and Y/N, Scorpius grew tired of crying and wiped his tears away, ready to say what had been on his mind since the night before.

Draco and Y/N stayed quiet, knowing that communicating was something they were working on improving with him. Draco rubbed up and down his arm as Y/N looked at her son encouragingly, both attentive and ready to help.

"M-mommy, pl-please don't be mad at me, but I have to do this." Scorpius finally spoke, his voice cracking a bit at the end.

"Do what, sweetheart?" Y/N asked, quirking a brow up in confusion.

Scorpius quickly turned to his dad and spoke fast. "Daddy - I saw Mommy kissing Santa Claus." He said, looking at his mom with sad eyes that were filled with disappointment. Had he known the truth, of course, he'd laugh.

Draco stared at Y/N blankly before looking back at his son. "Scorp," He laughed mid-way, realizing what his son was crying on and on about. "it's not what you think."

"But I did, Daddy, I promise! I really did see Mommy kissing Santa Claus!" Scorpius exclaimed, pointing his tiny but very accusing finger at his mom, who sat next to him, amused.

"Baby, I think it's time we tell you the secret." Y/N said sweetly, brushing through Scorpius' curls with her fingers. Draco looked at her with wide eyes before she shook her head slightly and continued. "The truth is, Santa Claus chose Daddy to be Santa this year. The real Santa Claus got a bad tummy ache last minute and couldn't deliver toys to all the good boys and girls this year, so Santa called your father."

The parents looked over to their son, watching as relief washed over his face, a huge smile replacing the previously mentioned anguish. "That makes so much more sense!" He cried, lunging at his mom to hug her.

Y/N hugged Scorpius tight and gave him several kisses all over his face before speaking very softly. "I'm sorry we made you sad, baby. Maybe the presents the elves made you will make up for it."

Scorpius' face lit up like the massive star on the Christmas tree downstairs when he realized he'd yet to open his gifts. "Presents!" He yelled, running like a wild goose downstairs.

Draco and Y/N laughed, helping each other up to go watch Scorpius open everything they got him that year. "Well, at least we know he'll be a good husband when he's married." Draco said, wrapping an arm around his wife and pulling her in for a kiss on her crown as they exited Scorpius' room.

"I already knew that, though." Y/N beamed. "He'll get to learn from the best." Y/N said softly, going on her tip-toes to kiss her spouse's forehead. "Happy Christmas, Draco."

"Happy Christmas, darling."

-

Taglist: @daedreamss @drayslove @sunshinexweasley @evahpmcu @alexxavicry @mvdbldd @secretlynerdygeekystuff @marcela6malfoy @elizabethrosedarling @lolooo22 @lovemegood @bukoffski

[shespeaksinsongs]

𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚎 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: this took me over a week to write because i was extremely lazy. this has quite a few american references. huge thank you to @marcela6malfoy and to everyone in the hp event! i love you guys! enjoy! <3

summary: draco and y/n, famous actors, loathe each other for separate reasons. although both are on the fast track to become a-listers, you know what'd get them there quicker? a fake relationship for the publicity. in the end, will it still be an act?

warnings/content: make out sesh, mentions of alcohol and smoking (none done by the reader) one instance of sexual harassment, cursing, angst w/ fluff ending, fame au, fem!reader

word count: 8.62k

reading time: 34 min, 28 sec

masterlist | request | taglist

I. BUSINESS OR PLEASURE?

"Look, Y/N, do you know why I called you here?" Y/N's manager, Dusty, asked, lighting a cigarette.

Y/N snatched the cigarette, putting it out in his untouched glass of water - he would've gone feral had it been in his glass of wine. "No, I don't, D, but I suspect it has something to do with the fact that you told me you'd quit smoking?" She asked, scanning the menu for something high in carbs, like a nice grilled cheese.

Dusty rolled his eyes, leaning forward in his chair. "Look, sweetheart, this is your career. I don't call the shots. You do. So what you're willing to do to advance yourself in this dark, dark world of Hollywood is up to you." He said, pointing to her heart, making her roll her eyes. "With that said, I called you here, on your day off, with a proposal."

Y/N looked at her manager suspiciously, taking a sip of her tea. "A proposal?" He nodded. "What kind of proposal, exactly?" She said, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

"Think of it as a business one." He said, clearing his throat before continuing. "Now, your new movie's coming out next year." He said, carefully observing Y/N's unsure expressions. "What would you say if I could get you on the A-list by, say, the end of this winter?"

"I'm listening." Y/N said, ignoring one of the paparazzo's pleas for her to smile for the camera from the other side of the bamboo separating the restaurant and the sidewalk.

"Draco Malfoy-"

"And... that's where I go deaf." Y/N said, leaning back in her chair to show her immediate disinterest, as she quickly answered a text from a casting director.

"No, no, Y/N, wait." He said, pulling his chair closer to the actress, who was still aggravated by the mention of the blond's name. "Listen to me, Y/N. Mr. Malfoy not only has immense talent-"

"-but immense self-importance, too. I can't work with someone who's only going to criticize my every move! And besides that, Dusty, he's quite simply intolerable."

Dusty placed his hand on Y/N's shoulder, trying to calm her. "But you haven't heard the rest - you wouldn't be working with him, Y/N." He said, smiling as Y/N's eyebrows raised in interest. "You'd be dating him!"

"Oh, cut me a fucking break. This isn't a business proposal; it's your death wish." She sighed, holding her head in her hands.

Her manager looked down at the menu in front of him and back at Y/N. "This could mean the beginning of your career's legacy, Y/N. Don't do this for him. Don't do it for me. Do it for yourself."

"He stole a role that could have gotten me millions, Dusty!" She exclaimed, recounting their history.

Years before that day, Y/N and Draco had only brushed paths a few times, none of them interested in each other enough to make any attempt at a conversation with the other.

On one of those fateful days, a casting call took place. The casting director had been up to her elbows in stress. Both Draco and Y/N would have been perfect for the role. All there was left to decide was if the main character would be named Neo or Nova.

Draco ran to his father, infamous in Hollywood for buying (and sleeping) his way to the top. Draco's father bribed the director to give Draco the role, and the rest was history.

"You know what? I'll do it. Fuck. What've I got to lose, right? Just my dignity..." Y/N muttered to herself.

Her manager nodded, understanding. "Perfect! I'll call his manager and let her know right away!" He smiled, letting his foot rest on his knee as he quickly dialed a number. "Stephanie? Splendid! Listen, I've got good news for you..."

II. FIRST IMPRESSIONS

"And we're only meeting for..."

"Just a few minutes to discuss business matters, nothing too out of the ordinary." Dusty answered, licking his finger and fixing a stray strand of hair on his head. Y/N watched him in fascination, never having seen him primp himself before. He cleared his throat before speaking. "Hey, uh, listen, Y/N; I know you don't like the guy. But just try to be likable. This could mean millions for you." He said, causing Y/N to nod, watching as he swallowed some breath spray, coughing some of it out.

Soon after their short conversation, the elevator doors opened to a large penthouse - perfect for a bleach-blond diva like Draco Malfoy. It was one of the many estates he owned. Being British, he used his home in LA strictly for business. Still, his apartment was decently decorated and mostly gave the impression that he had good interior design taste.

A man in formal wear, presumably the butler, rushed up to the pair, taking their coats and storing them in the coatroom.

"Y/N, Dusty, you made it!" Stephanie announced, going in for a hug and kiss on both cheeks. "Stephanie Romano, Draco's manager, so nice to meet you." She nodded, shaking Y/N's hand before going on to greet Dusty. "Oh, Dusty, it's been so long!" She said, making Dusty giggle like a little girl when she held his face close, kissing each cheek.

Y/N went to greet Draco on her own, shaking his hand firmly. "Y/N Y/L/N, nice to meet you." Y/N said, trying to mask her disgust with the man in front of her.

"Draco Malfoy." He said as if he was stating the obvious - as if everyone should know who he is.

When everyone was acquainted, they walked to the living room, fit for a bachelor such as Draco. His oil portrait was hung over the wide brick fireplace, making his head seem as big as his ego.

"Champagne?" Stephanie fake laughed as she poured herself a glass, which Y/N shook her head to.

Dusty nudged her in the arm, muttering a "be likable" through a fake smile.

"No, thank you, Stephanie." She smiled, and through the corner of her eye, she swore she could've seen Draco roll his eyes. "Let's just get the ball rollin', shall we?"

"Right, well, I've already discussed with Draco. We're hoping with this relationship," Draco and Y/N grimaced at the word, Stephanie noticing. "partnership, that both of you can grow as celebrities. Like Dusty proposed, Y/N, I'm sure this will get you on the A-list by the end of winter."

"Hm," Draco scoffed. "won't take me that long." He said, his eyes fixated on the coffee table that separated him and Y/N.

Stephanie took a deep breath, realizing he was due for another social training. "Right, well, Y/N, I'm just going to need you to sign a few things so that we can have your agreement in writing." She smiled, pulling out her tablet, which held all her important documents.

"Have you signed these, as well?" Y/N asked Draco, who seemed like he'd rather pick his nose and eat his boogers than in this predicament. "Excuse me, I'm speaking to you." She raised her voice, annoyed by the childish act Draco was holding up.

"Mr. Malfoy has signed these papers, yes." Stephanie answered for her client, her skin crimson from embarrassment. "Just sign at the bottom of each page." She said, handing Y/N a stylus.

Y/N took a few minutes to read the rest of the agreements while Dusty and Stephanie flirted endlessly. "Says here I'd have to partake in physical affection." She interrupted, raising a brow.

"That's right." Stephanie said, nodding.

"Well, to what degree are you insinuating?" Y/N asked, looking down at the empty space that awaited her electronic signature.

Dusty cut in, clearing his throat before doing so. "Just the regular hand-holding, kiss, cuddling in public places, all that jazz." He said, bouncing his leg restlessly.

Y/N nodded, continuing to read the agreement. "And how long do you expect us to keep this act going on?" She asked. "Your contract doesn't give a deadline."

"Christ, it's a relationship, not a homework assignment." Draco stated, annoyed. "We're done when I'm at the top of the game."

"I wasn't talking to you." Y/N sneered, looking at Stephanie, who was frozen. "How long?"

"It's January now; let's just say the first of April?" She asked all three, who were mulling it over in their heads.

"Fine by me." Y/N said, sighing deeply as she signed her name on the last page of their contract. "So, when do we start?" She asked, looking briefly at Draco, who seemed to be wondering the same thing. She made a mental note of him always having his eyes on her, observing her - as if she was some kind of science project.

"Well, we need to ease into this." Stephanie answered, nervously picking lint off of her skirt. "Both of you have a very... possessive fanbase. We wouldn't want them to feel like we were just springing this on them."

"Right, and we want you to feel comfortable with each other first." Dusty said, taking a swig of the whiskey he had in his flask. "That's why you two are going out for coffee tomorrow morning."

"Coffee?" Y/N and Draco said in unison, glaring at each other.

"Coffee." Stephanie confirmed, nodding. "Something quick, won't tip your schedules off too much, and low-key. It'll give you a nice chance to get to know each other."

"Uh-huh," Y/N said, already not liking the idea of having to spend an hour with the blond. "and what about paparazzi?"

Dusty cut in. "Already taken care of. Tipped them that both of you would be on the other side of town tomorrow morning, so make sure you both are on time."

"Alright." Y/N smiled. "Well, Stephanie, it's been a pleasure." She said, shaking her hand. "Draco." She nodded, thanking the butler for her belongings. "See ya tomorrow." She said, her voice trailing off as the elevator doors closed in front of her and her manager.

Dusty grinned a toothy grin at Y/N, who shook her head. "Better hope that groundhog buys you another six weeks of winter." Y/N said quietly, shrugging on her coat. "Because I have a feeling this is gonna take a long while."

III. BAD DATE

"Hey, I've been waiting for you forever." Draco said to Y/N, who'd just arrived.

She gave him a flat look before speaking. "I fucking saw you get dropped off by your driver a minute ago."

Draco shrugged, opening the door for Y/N before walking inside.

"Hi, what can I-"

"I'll have a short black coffee." He interrupted, pulling out a couple of $50 bills and slipping them to the cashier. "Make it snappy. I got somewhere to be." He whispered to the teenage boy behind the register before turning to Y/N. "Well? Don't just stare at me, order."

Y/N picked her jaw up from the floor and turned to the dumbfounded boy. "Just a tall hot chocolate, please. Thanks." She smiled apologetically as Draco swiped his card to pay for their drinks. "We should probably find someplace to sit while we wait." Y/N said, still shocked at how easy Draco found it to be rude.

"I'll get our drinks, you go sit. I'm texting someone right now." He said, waving her off, his eyes stuck on his screen.

"God, you're like a teenager." She said, scoffing as she found a small booth in the corner.

She was about to text Dusty with an update when Draco came by with the drinks, almost spilling them by how roughly he placed them on the table. "This place is filled with idiots." He sighed, sitting down as he took a sip of his beverage. "I asked for a black coffee, and one of them asks if I'd like sugar." He scoffed, sipping his drink some more.

Y/N swallowed down yet another urge to punch him in the throat when she remembered her status in the celebrity world. "So, what do you do for-"

"Hold on, hold on, I have to take this." Draco said, holding up a hand as he answered a call on his phone. "Hey, man. Nothing, just drinking my morning coffee. Yeah, yeah, how's the wife?"

Y/N drank her hot chocolate, looking around the room for anything even remotely more interesting than Draco's conversation.

Three men, all dressed in business suits, an old lady ordering a Trenta iced coffee, and two young girls peeking at Y/N over their books, whispering to each other.

Y/N's brows furrowed until she realized what they were doing.

Ping!

Y/N's phone lit up with an Instagram notification saying that @y/ny/l/n and @dracomalfoy had been tagged at one of the Starbucks locations. "Oh, shit." She said, watching at how quickly paparazzi clamored outside the store, just waiting to snap a pic of her and Draco together.

Y/N took a look at Draco, who was still talking loudly on the phone, and touched his hand briefly to get his attention. "I'm just gonna go to the girls' room, be right back." She smiled as Draco nodded dismissively.

Little did he know she would not, in fact, "be right back."

"Hey, is this the back entrance?" She asked an employee, who seemed to recognize her.

The employee nodded quickly. "Yes, it is! Oh, my God, Ms. Y/L/N, I love your work, I-"

"Call me Y/N. Do you think I could get out through here without the paps noticing?" She asked, smiling, pointing at the entrance now flooded with paparazzi.

"Yes, you can! Y/N, wait!" She said before Y/N could turn around to leave. "Could I please just have your autograph? For my little sister, Tina." She asked, pulling out a sharpie from her apron and handing her an unused cup.

"Of course." Y/N nodded. "Tina." She said, quickly writing a thank you note. "Thank you so much!" She whispered, quickly slipping through the back entrance before any other employees noticed.

Draco had been drinking his coffee for a few minutes before he saw someone, who wasn't Y/N, come out of the single-stalled restroom. "Shit." He muttered, noticing the hoard of paparazzi outside the establishment.

He dialed Y/N's number, having to call Stephanie to ask for it first. It rang a second before being sent to voicemail.

Hey, it's Y/N Y/L/N! I'm not here right now, but shoot me a message, and I'll get back to you as fast as I-

"Bullshit." Draco said, hanging up before getting an idea. "Hey, Dusty, I was just wondering where Y/N is." Draco said on the phone with Y/N's manager. "She said she was going to the restroom, but she hasn't returned in twenty minutes. I thought everything was going great! We were talking about our careers and discussed a second date!" He lied with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Is there something I don't know? Do you think I did something wrong?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"Oh, God." Dusty said to himself, disappointed. "Yes, Draco. Unfortunately, Y/N's been at home for the past few minutes. I'm so sorry about this. I know it's extremely unprofessional," He said as if he were reprimanding Y/N through the other side of the phone. "We'll work this out tonight, I promise."

And they did - in marriage counseling.

IV. COUPLES' THERAPY

"For this to work, you need to trust each other." The shrink said, watching the two's mannerisms as their eyes flitted around the room uncomfortably. She held her hands in her laps as she spoke. "How about an apology to one another?"

Draco sighed while Y/N nodded. "Sorry." Draco said underneath his breath, causing Stephanie to shoot him a sharp look.

"Like you mean it." She said, intimidating even the shrink.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Draco huffed, as Y/N said it back, with the same lack of enthusiasm.

"Lovely! Oh, we're making progress! Would it be a reach if I asked you two to hug-"

"Actually, we're not there yet." Y/N smiled, waving her goodbye and thanking her as Stephanie escorted her out.

Stephanie smiled, taking another sip of her champagne as she sat back down on the couch with her tablet. "Tomorrow, at 9AM, you two have an appearance at the Getty Museum. This was going to be your "coming out" as a couple. But, since the paparazzi managed to get photos of you today," Y/N grimaced at the mention of the coffee shop fiasco, embarrassed. "it'll be more of a confirmation to the press that you're together."

Dusty continued Stephanie's statement, subtly winking at her, which she blushed at. "Additionally, the designer brand Gli Astro wants to do a collaboration with you both and will be dressing you tomorrow. Stephanie and I will meet you here at 7AM. Don't be late."

V. THE MUSEUM

"Why'd it have to be him? Why couldn't it be, "Hey, Y/N, what do you think about dating Andrew Garfield?"" Y/N said, fiddling with her trench coat as her makeup artist put the last touches on her eyeshadow.

"Y/N, as much as I'd love for you to be Megan Fox-" Draco said from his pedestal beside Y/N.

"Shut up, both of you. Before Petro comes back." Dusty cut Draco off, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You're giving me a grade A migraine." He said, helping Y/N step down from the pedestal she was on.

Petro, the fashion executive of the brand Y/N and Draco, were modeling for, spoke as he entered the room, wheeling a vast mirror behind him. "My genius is done. What do you think?" He asked, pulling Draco to stand side-by-side next to Y/N.

Y/N smiled, stuffing down a laugh at how different Draco looked wearing anything but black. "I think we look great. Don't you, love?" She asked, leaning her head on Draco's shoulder.

Draco looked in the mirror; his jaw dropped. He thought he looked horrible, especially in "gardenia cream." Draco threw an arm around Y/N, pulling her close to him, despite feeling her muscles tense at his touch. "I think you look beautiful, angel." He said, looking down at her before 'lovingly' kissing her forehead. He noted the warm scent of her hair while doing so, having to remind himself of his distaste. Y/N glared at him menacingly before shrugging his arm off, coming up with the excuse that he was pulling her coat off.

"My work always brings lovebirds together. I am brilliant." Petro said, swooning at himself. "You must go. It is almost time for my hard labor to be enjoyed by the public!" He said, ignoring the angered looks on the other stylists' faces. "Go, go, go!" He said, rushing Y/N and Draco into the elevator, even pushing the lobby button for them.

As the metal doors closed, their reflection chased them. "God, we look like fucking Fred and George Weasley." Draco said, referring to the twin jokester comedians, as he stared at the reflective doors in front of him in disgust. They wore the same color palette that, somehow, made Draco look washed out, but Y/N look like the star of the show.

"We don't look that bad." Y/N laughed, looking up from her feet to look into their reflection once more. "Well, I don't, at least." She said, snickering at the scowl that was still on Draco's face.

Draco grabbed Y/N's hand as they entered the lobby, interlacing their fingers together. Paparazzi and fans screamed at them in craze as they threw questions at them, praying one of them would catch them. "Smile, precious." He said quietly into Y/N's ear as she waved at the cameras, trying to stay upright as the lights temporarily robbed her sight.

"That ensemble is beautiful! Who designed it?"

"What's your exercise regimen like?"

"Can you confirm recent statements that say you and Draco are dat-"

"Ms. Y/L/N. Mr. Malfoy." A chauffeur greeted, opening the door for the two as they slid into the backseat.

"It's crazy out there." Y/N said to herself, adjusting her hair.

Draco sighed, ending it with a small laugh. "Your fans are crazy." He said, messing with his hair, which had been ruffled by a teen girl who wore Y/N's merchandise.

Y/N shook her head, fighting a smile. "You know where to go, right?" She asked the driver, watching his eyes through his rearview mirror.

"Yes, miss. We will be there in five minutes if traffic allows." He said promptly. "Would you and your boyfriend like some privacy?" He asked, his finger lingering over the partition button.

"That would be lovely, thank you." She smiled, watching the last of his eyes disappear before being covered up by a black wall. "Gotta act like a couple, right?" She shrugged, looking outside Draco's tinted window. "Seems like you've a big fan there." She said quietly, pointing to a young woman who held up a glittery and flashy sign.

"Marry me, Draco." He read to himself, half-laughing at the shirt she wore with a Photoshopped picture of him and her, holding hands. "You certainly must've broken her heart." He joked, his voice steady, as he took in the sight of Y/N. Despite his dislike for her, he'd admit it - she was gorgeous, especially in the colors Petro dressed her in.

She shrugged again, laughing very slightly. "Should've told her you have a girlfriend before you got involved." She teased, looking out her window, watching as the palm trees of Los Angeles swayed in the wind.

The pair sat in silence for the rest of the car ride. "We're here." The chauffeur said, opening Y/N's door for her as Draco slid out the same side. "Thanks." He said, handing him a $50 bill for his tip.

"Thank you, sir." She smiled, giving the driver $51, which didn't go unnoticed by Draco as he rolled his eyes at her. "Look happy!" She said in a sing-song voice, smiling again for the cameras and fans crowded around the main entrance.

"Y/N, Y/N! Are you and Draco together? Can you confirm?" One reporter asked, waving his microphone rapidly between the two.

Y/N nodded as Draco took the mic and spoke into it. "We can confirm we are together, yes." He smiled down at Y/N, who was beaming, swinging their hands. "Thank you!" He said, leading Y/N towards the entrance.

"Draco, just a minute of your time, please! How long have you and Y/N been together? Any upcoming projects?" Another reporter asked, ignoring Y/N, who stood right next to Draco.

"Uh, I'll let Y/N answer that question since I stole her question back there." Draco half-laughed, unable to hear himself over all the "who are you wearing?"' s.

"We've been together for a few months." Y/N smiled, giving a lovesick look at Draco. It was obviously fake to him, but others didn't need to know that. "Nothing in the works!" She said as Draco pulled her to keep walking, the crowd and flashing lights beginning to overheat the two of them.

"Thank you, Ms. Y/L/N!" was the last thing the pair heard before they finally made it inside, where there was a distinct absence of paparazzi.

Y/N and Draco made their way to the front desk. "Good morning. We're just here to redeem some tickets." Draco said, pulling out his phone.

"I have them ready and printed right here! Please enjoy your afternoon." The customer service said, handing them two laminated tickets.

"Thank you!" Y/N said before Draco whisked her off to the exhibit.

Draco turned to Y/N, their fingers still intertwined. "You know, you are so... fake." He said, shaking his head as he put their tickets in his pocket.

"Me?" Y/N emphasized, her eyes widening in disbelief. "You're one to talk. Looking at me like that with the press?"

"Like what?" Draco asked, using the exact same expression Y/N was talking about. "I'm an actor, am I not?" He asked, smiling, not wanting the press to make up some elaborate story about their "public fight" because they were caught scowling at each other.

Y/N shook her head, scoffing. "You really only care about yourself."

The pair stopped talking and instead watched art pieces together in silence. Draco let out a slow whistle, indicating he was bored, pulling Y/N's hand to go see the next piece, but she stayed planted, feet on the floor.

"Are we not going?" Draco whispered to her as she took a deep breath, continuing to look at the painting in front of her.

"No. This is my favorite piece they have here." She said, eyeing 'Irises,' painted by Vincent Van Gogh.

Draco sighed, guiding her to a bench that a couple had just left. "Well, since we're going to stay here all eternity, we might as well get comfortable." He said passively, making Y/N bite the side of her cheek in order not to let out a laugh.

Minutes passed of Y/N watching the piece, mumbling to herself. "You look crazy. You know that, right?" He asked, watching her tilt her head at the painting.

"I see you're not used to being left alone with your thoughts this long." She said, looking into Draco's eyes. "Just look at it."

Draco stared at the painting, both not noticing that they were getting closer to each other. "I don't see anything-"

"You think so much. What-"

"As opposed to you thinking so little?" Draco retorted, which caused Y/N to smile brightly, noticing another paparazzo in disguise behind him.

"Look at the painting again." She repeated. "What do you feel? What does it make you feel?"

Draco's eyes widened as he sat at the bench, finally understanding what Y/N was going on about, not wanting to admit it. "I feel... like I want to leave."

"Ugh." Y/N groaned. "Let's just go to the blue bed."

"The blue bed?" Draco asked, looking at her worriedly.

Y/N half-laughed, unconsciously squeezing his hand. "It's, um... well, you'll see." She said as they walked past halls to reach the room with a giant blue bed. It was an art piece composed of ostrich feathers, gilded iron, and silk.

"This is..."

"Cool, isn't it?" She asked, letting go of Draco's hand to get up close and inspect the details on the headboard. "This must have taken months..."

"It's... a bed?" He said, unable to have much appreciation for this art style. "I think you've officially lost your mind." He whispered to Y/N lowly, watching her in awe at how someone could be so fascinated with something so unimportant. "I can get something nicer from Ikea."

"Oh, my God. That's not the point, Draco. This is the kind of bed royals would sleep in back in the 18th century. It's art!" She continued, despite Draco rolling his eyes. "Did you know a bed like this was quite a status symbol? In fact, one French king owned, like, 400 of them." She said, looking back at the bed.

Draco raised his eyebrows in interest. "Hm. Maybe I'll buy one, then."

"Please don't. They're hideous." She said while Draco laughed at her comment.

The pair walked throughout the museum with the same dynamic seen previously. Again, one would be enthused, the other just hungry and ready to leave.

Despite Y/N's conscience, Draco wasn't as bad as she made him out to be. At least not at the near-surface.

And despite Draco's, Y/N was quite humble about her successes, not feeling the need to bring them up like him. Unfortunately, the reminder that some are more evolved than the blond sent him spiraling back into his aversion for the young actress.

"You can suck my fucking balls." Draco said, smiling in a way only Y/N and their managers could see through. A waiter walking by had overheard, her eyes widening in shock.

"Mm, always been the classy one, Draco." She responded back, smiling softly. "You're so uptight, the stick up your ass is nearly coming out your mouth." She said, delicately caressing his hair, twirling her fingers through some loose curls that covered the nape of his neck.

It felt nice to be touched like that. Even when Y/N was saying such vulgar things. It was almost like if her touch would be as soft as it was, he didn't mind it.

Dusty and Stephanie hid the urge to roll their eyes while in the company of each other. Instead, Dusty spoke up. "Enough, you two. You've stalled long enough. You owe the paps a kiss." He said, tilting his head towards the mounds of paparazzi outside the window.

Draco looked at Stephanie with a look she would've giggled at if it wasn't so immature. Y/N seemed as if she was about to throw up, and that wasn't saying much compared to how she'd looked for the past thirty minutes.

Y/N was the first to turn to Draco. She eyed his lips for a second before her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes closed, pulling the back of his head towards her as she closed the gap between them.

Stephanie smiled, putting more sauce on her Caesar salad as they pulled apart. "See? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

It really wasn't, not for Draco and not for Y/N. But both were too proud to admit that kissing each other wasn't an entirely utterly horrific experience like they were making it seem.

His lips were soft, warm. It's not like he was sloppy. He was the mere opposite, in fact. And Y/N was anything but uncalculated. Still, it seemed to Y/N that Draco would've rather gone broke than kiss her again.

The two sat in silence for the rest of the meal, stealing glances when they thought the other wasn't looking.

"So, tomorrow's the filming for the Super Bowl. Are you two excited?" Stephanie asked, fighting Dusty for the check.

Draco looked at Y/N in confusion, as if she ever knew what they were talking about. "What filming?" He asked, his cheeks turning red when his voice cracked with nervousness.

Dusty cleared his throat, slipping his credit card in the bill folder. "The Super Bowl has asked you to film a short commercial to get people excited for the game."

"Where are our scripts?" Y/N sighed, not in the mood to argue.

"Right here." Stephanie said, taking out her portfolio folder and handing each of them the one-page script. "It's a bit..."

"Sensual?" Y/N finished her sentence, going through the lines again, which included moaning.

She'd done scenes like that before. But always with somebody charismatic like Mark Ruffalo. Never with someone as stuck-up as Draco.

Stephanie nodded, shrugging her shoulders up. "It's the best I could do. People want to see you together."

Draco placed the script face down on the table. "Steph, half of my family's going to watch me practically dry hump Y/N." He said, making Y/N sink in her seat, embarrassed. "Isn't there any way-"

Dusty shook his head profusely. "This deal will get each of you $1 million. Just for a little bit of kissing that'll last about a minute, tops. Are you sure you're willing to pass up that offer?"

Y/N shook her head slowly, and Draco followed as if he was getting reprimanded by his mother. "Wonderful." Stephanie said, getting up, Draco following. "We'll see you two tomorrow." She said, giving Dusty a very long hug.

Draco drew Y/N close, eyeing the paparazzi, whispering something incomprehensible to them into her ear. "Pretend you're laughing and kiss my forehead." He said, rubbing her back as her arms were settled comfortably around his torso.

Y/N pulled away, mustering up a fake laugh that made it no wonder she'd gotten so many acting awards. "Bye, love." She said quietly, kissing his forehead. She'd realized the paparazzi weren't able to decipher what she was saying, especially not with her back to them. But between the warm affection and all the commotion surrounding them, she'd gotten caught in the moment.

Their managers watched them exchange sentiments with each other. Their jaws dropped at how they could be so close and tender, despite how they supposedly felt about each other.

"Uh… bye, Steph, it's always nice seeing you." Y/N smiled awkwardly, ashamed she'd let herself get so caught up in Draco's aura. His eyes bore into the side of her head.

"Bye, my dear." She whispered before pulling away, watching Y/N's ashamed expression as they walked away.

"Are you still acting, Y/N?" Dusty said, leading her to the car parked outside, waiting to take her home.

VI. STEAM

The director paced the room as Y/N anxiously pulled her shirt, trying to cover as much skin as possible before she had to get rid of her modesty again. "So, how about we do the kissing smooch smooch, blah blah blah, and the dialogue in between, then break the fourth wall?"

Draco nodded, still feeling awkward from what happened the day prior. Y/N nodded, too, afraid any word she said would come out wrong. It was the fifth take the director asked for. Any more, and you'd wonder if he was getting hot to it.

"Alright, let's do this, we got thirty minutes' till lunch, and I'm not stopping until it's perfect." He said, sitting back down in his director's chair. "And... action!"

Draco rolled on top of Y/N, his hand lingering up her torso under her shirt, as the script said. His wet kisses lingered on her skin as he began getting rougher, his grip on her tighter. "Good thing everyone's gone tonight." He whispered his lines, unknowingly over a spot Y/N felt dizzy for.

"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, suppressing a moan to save herself further embarrassment as Draco's warm hands squeezed around her waist even more.

"For the Super Bowl." Draco said softly as Y/N took her cue to switch their positions, so he was now under her. Draco moaned her name quietly, although both the microphone and Y/N picked up on it.

"Oh, right." She said, kissing down his chest, each kiss longer than the last. She moaned into his skin, sending vibrations lower than she'd planned. Then, she turned to the camera beside her and Draco, looking in the lens, as Draco followed a second later. "You are coming to the Super Bowl, right?"

"And... cut!" The director said excitedly. "That's it, that's a wrap! That was perfect, you two, really great work." He said, adjusting his pants.

Dusty, standing by, quickly handed her a pair of shorts, socks, and shoes as Stephanie gave Draco a shirt.

Draco nodded at Y/N and headed to the sound editor, who sat in a corner on his third cup of coffee. "Hey, man, could you fix the part where-"

"The part where you moaned her name? Already on it, Post can fix anything." He said almost robotically, his eyes glued to the screen as he typed at lightspeed.

"Thanks, man." He said, sighing as he headed out the building to his trailer.

Y/N retreated to her trailer soon after, having overheard the conversation between Draco and the sound editor. She looked at herself in the mirror, sighing when she felt something poking the arch of her foot. She took her sneakers off to reveal a silver ring engraved 'DM.'

This must've come off while he was touching my- Y/N shook the thought as quickly as it came, utterly afraid of herself and her feelings at the moment.

She walked out of her trailer, nearly tripping over one of the steps for focusing so much on what she was going to say once she got in. She knocked on Draco's door twice before walking in.

"Hey, Draco, you left your- oh, God." She said, covering her eyes. Some girl, who looked remarkably like Y/N (Y/E/C eyes, Y/H/C hair, and her same smile), gasped in shock. She removed herself from on top of Draco, utterly embarrassed that she'd been kissing a taken man. "I'm- I'm sorry." Y/N said to Draco, dropping the ring on a table. Beginning to step out, she took a deep breath, walking quickly back to her trailer.

"Y/N! Y/N, wait!" Draco exclaimed, pulling on his shirt quickly as he let himself into her trailer. "Y/N." He said softly, watching her pack up her belongings.

She sniffled very slightly, afraid he'd notice the tears pooling up in her eyes. "I should've waited for you to answer the door. It's my fault." She said, looking down at her feet. Never in her life did she regret having met him more than in that moment. She'd fallen for him - Draco Malfoy, the obnoxious, self-absorbed asshole. She'd fallen for him, and it felt like there was no way out.

"Y/N, please just let me talk to you." Draco said, holding her in place by her arms.

Y/N's lip quivered as she inhaled his scent, something she'd learned to miss when in its absence. "There's nothing to talk about, Draco. You're allowed to have a life. It's not like this is real, anyway." She said, pulling a sweater on.

"What do you mean this isn't real? Y/N, of course, it's real! We signed a contract!" Draco yelled, making Y/N shake from holding in her sobs. "For fuck's sake, you're an actress! Act like you love me back!" He said, making Y/N wipe several tears out of her eyes.

She took a deep breath, holding back everything she could, including her true sentiments for him. "Acting and lying are polar things, Draco." She said, a tear sliding down her cheek. Draco swore his heart had never been so sore. "We have to make a brief appearance before we go home. Are you coming?" She said, sniffling her nose once more, extending her hand for him to hold.

He grabbed her hand, holding it tighter than he ever had, as if to show his hurt, knowing she wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to just leave her alone. Then, as they made their way out of the building, where paparazzi were piled up, Y/N squeezed his hand as if to remind him to smile.

They waved to the cameras, ignoring the questions they would have usually answered under different circumstances.

"Y/N, are you and Draco going home together?"

"Draco, how's the girlfriend?"

"Don't touch me." Y/N said to a paparazzo who'd been getting very handsy with her. She continued walking, her grip on Draco's hand a little tighter, and her body a little closer to his, as she felt his hands on her hip again. "I said, don't touch me!"

"Who touched you?" Draco asked Y/N, whipping to the side, looking the man in his eyes. "You touch her?" He said, letting go of Y/N's hand to approach the reporter.

"Yeah." The unsightly man laughed in his face. "She felt nice."

Y/N looked at Draco with wide eyes, never seeing him look so... predacious. Y/N tugged on his jacket, pulling him towards the car that was waiting for him, wary of the people watching. "It's okay, love, let's just-"

"You sick piece of shit, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Draco said, punching the man in the face. Then, with a bleeding nose, the reporter brought his camera up to Draco's face, snapping a picture.

"Draco!" Y/N gasped. The paparazzi choked, and even the flashing stopped for a moment before Draco spoke again.

"Oh, I'm gonna fuck you up." He said quietly before he shoved the camera to the floor, holding the man by the collar and kicking him right where it hurt. "Don't you ever," He said, kicking his stomach. "think you can," Security had now come for both Y/N and Draco's safety, as both were being whisked away to the car. "touch my girl ever again." He yelled, flipping the cameras off behind the car window before driving off.

Dusty and Stephanie stayed silent in the car's third row, shocked.

Y/N's heart raced as she looked out the window, praying she wouldn't cry in front of Draco and their managers.

Dusty tried to reprimand Y/N for not doing more, and Stephanie tried disciplining Draco for getting involved in something "trivial to his career." But not a word got through to any of them. All they were thinking of now was how fucked they were.

There were no more snarky remarks from him. No sarcastic quips from Y/N. It was just silent.

Draco's fist clenched around his seatbelt, his knuckles white, clenching his hand every once in a while from how sore it was. Maybe if he had accepted that he was entirely entranced by the idea of Y/N, maybe if he'd seen how she could light up any room she was in with her smile, maybe if he'd known that he'd fallen for her, this wouldn't have happened. But, alas, we don't all get what we want.

"Y/N, your stop. Have a lovely evening." The driver said, stopping in front of her apartment building as if he hadn't seen what had gone down just a few minutes prior.

"See you." Y/N said to Draco quietly, kicking herself for even addressing another word to him.

Surely what she felt for him, he felt for her, too. Otherwise, he wouldn't have defended her the way he did. The thing was - Y/N would've given anything just to know how he felt about her. Even if he didn't feel a way about her at all.

VII. AFTERMATH

She'd been cooped up in her apartment for a week now, only answering to her manager, asking him to cancel various appointments she had planned for the next few days.

A knock at the door was all she needed to distract her as she played Jenga with herself in her dining room.

"Who is it?" She called, pulling a wooden block out the side.

"Guess." Stephanie said, knocking on the door again. "Let me in. We must talk." She said, tapping her foot against the carpeted floor.

Y/N stayed quiet, pulling one more block out before the tower collapsed, making her jump slightly at the sudden noise.

She sighed, rolling her eyes and getting up to tend to the woman at the door. Stephanie smiled promptly and strutted in, a lattice basket in hand. "Come in, I guess." Y/N said before shutting the door behind her.

She sat down in the living room, crossing her legs before taking off her gloves, spreading out multiple magazines over Y/N's coffee table.

"And this is?" Y/N asked, pouring Stephanie a glass of champagne, her favorite.

Stephanie sat back, taking a sip before answering. "All the news publications that have written about you and Draco's "tragic breakup" since you decided your feelings are more important than your career." She said, watching Y/N pick up a random magazine and read the cover to herself. "Oh, this basket is for you, by the way, my dear." She said, placing her homemade care package on the ground as Y/N's eyes scanned the article on the trashy magazine cover.

"Did he really say this?" She said, defeated, holding up a copy of Celebrity Worldwide.

"SHE'S AN UGLY COW WHO CAN GO TO HELL!" CELEBRITY DRACO MALFOY SAYS ABOUT Y/N Y/L/N ON PG. 20.

Y/N glanced at the magazine cover once more before shaking her head to herself, tears dropping out of her eyes.

Stephanie pulled her close, letting Y/N cry into her shoulder as she tenderly stroked her hair - the way a mother would. "Of course not, dear." She said quietly, humming a tune. "But maybe he'll have a similar sentiment if you don't come out of this cave." She said, smiling at the small laugh that escaped Y/N's mouth.

Y/N looked into Stephanie's gray eyes, sitting up, as she unwrapped the care package to take out a frosted treat. "Cookie?" She asked guiltily, her mouth full.

Stephanie shook her head as she sighed before speaking. "Y/N - Draco's got a good heart. He may seem like he hates you, but trust that he's hurting. You need to talk to him. In the ten years, I've worked for him, I've never ever seen him like this. He's torn up. Eating cookies and drinking hot chocolate," She said, pointing to the empty pack of hot chocolate mix Y/N had on her dining table. "as soothing as it is, it isn't going to fix the issue at hand. You need to talk to him."

Y/N sighed, afraid of the thought of confronting the tall blond. "He's going to hate me."

"Have you seen the way he looks at you? Come on." She smiled to herself, being reminded of Dusty. "He'd be crazy to hate you. And you'd be crazy not to notice how much he likes you." She said, making Y/N blush.

"I'll talk to him." Y/N said, shuffling through the rest of the contents of the gift basket Stephanie had made her. "Chocolate?"

VIII. MISUNDERSTANDINGS

The clouds loomed over California - an occurrence that felt a bit more depressing the longer Y/N and Draco were estranged.

Y/N stood in front of his door, mentally preparing herself for any possible outcome of this visit. She shut her eyes, cracking her neck, before knocking on the tall double doors that marked Draco's apartment.

Draco opened the door, shirtless, messy-haired, his sweatpants stained. He eyed Y/N, who looked like she'd just seen a ghost, up and down, taking in a sight he'd missed for as long as he'd been away from it. She nervously fiddled with a belt loop on her jeans as she gnawed down on her cheek - one of her nervous habits, Draco had noticed.

"Can we talk? Please?" She asked, searching for a glimmer of the same desire she held in her eyes for him.

Draco nodded, tilting his head towards the inside. "Come in." He said, closing the door behind him as they made their way onto his loveseat couch. Draco quickly put on a shirt to hide that he hadn't worked out in days.

The two stared at each other, heartbreak in their eyes, with neither of them knowing it. "I'm so sorry, Draco." Y/N said, feeling her face heat up. "I made you lose deals, your reputation lowered because of me, and I just-" Draco sat up quickly, pulling her in for a hug - the first sincere embrace they'd shared, despite being so affectionate in front of the public so many times.

"Don't cry." His low voice rumbled as he rubbed her back, attempting to soothe her as her arms wound tighter around his neck. "You have nothing to be sorry for. I'm the one who should be sorry."

Y/N separated herself, fixing her hair behind her ears. "What?" She asked, her brow unconsciously raising itself in confusion.

"I wasn't being fair at all. This whole thing was blown way out of proportion by me, and I was being so stupid. And the truth is, I was really only kissing that girl in my trailer because… well, she looked like you. I don't," Draco sighed heavily, wondering if his apology was getting through to Y/N at all. "I don't deserve you as a fake girlfriend." He said, making Y/N laugh, shoving his arm.

The two smiled at each other in a light-hearted silence before Draco asked a question that'd been bothering him since they'd stopped speaking.

"So you didn't say all those things in the press?" He asked, hope evident in his blue eyes.

Y/N shook her head, remembering what foul things she'd apparently told J-14 magazine. "You know me better than that, Draco." She giggled at him, who was swiping fake sweat off his forehead. "You're not too bad, I don't think. I was wrong about you."

Draco smiled through his words as he spoke again. "You know, I never said you were an ugly cow or a clay-brained robot incapable of feeling."

Y/N's body sprung up as she looked at him in confusion. "I didn't read that last one."

"Ooh. Stay away from People magazine, then." He said quietly, making Y/N giggle again. "You're actually quite…" Draco looked at Y/N, her eyes slightly red, skin clear, and lips puffy from crying. "Beautiful."

The word caught Y/N by surprise. Talk show hosts and interviewers and fans had called her that before, but it had never made her so speechless the way it did when Draco said it. "Me?" She asked, pointing to herself.

"I don't see anybody else here." He said, eyeing her lips again.

Y/N smirked, subtly inching closer to Draco, although it didn't go unnoticed by him. "You're not so bad yourself, I suppose." She said quietly, gasping before Draco pulled her to his lips.

It started out soft and innocent. They'd kissed before, but never like this - never in privacy.

Her warm lips traced his soft ones as they glided across each other as if it were a dance.

Y/N giggled at the thought that she and he were really doing this. Draco chuckled, continuing to kiss her through the haze. Their noses bumped against each other the more into it they grew, Y/N's fingers pulling Draco's ends. Even when they'd finally pulled away to allow each other to breathe, Draco rested his forehead on hers, licking his lips before giving her one more kiss.

"I can't get enough of you." Draco whispered, panting against Y/N's mouth, the corners of her lips quirking upwards.

"Well, I'm right here." Y/N answered, having gained enough breath to continue their kiss, tasting subtle mint notes on Draco's tongue.

"I fell for you first." Draco bragged, feeling his body relax as if the world had no stress or worries.

"You did not." Y/N said as Draco began kissing down her neck.

"Did, too." He said, coming back up for just one more kiss.

IX. EPILOGUE

Draco babbled with one of Dusty and Stephanie's twins in his arms, making funny faces, trying to amuse the small boy. At the same time, his girlfriend, Y/N, answered a fan's question at a film promotion for their new movie together.

"His sense of humor." She answered, bouncing the other twin on her knee. The crowd smiled at the babies, their adorable chubby faces lighting up at the sight of the audience.

"Oh, one more question." The same person from the previous question said. "Draco, what was your favorite scene to film?"

Draco chuckled into the mic, letting the baby in his arms play with his rings. "That one's easy. The scene where Y/N wore a pregnancy belly." He said, feeling himself glow red as the audience let out "ooh's." "It's not- come on, it's not like that, guys!" He said, making the audience laugh. "It was just endearing to see her like that." He said, gawking at the pretty girl sitting next to him, who was looking at him with the same lovesick eyes. "Alright, alright, next question?" He said jokingly.

"This one's for Draco - um, what was the best part about working on the film?" A young girl asked, clearly nervous about speaking in front of such a large crowd.

"Probably being with my girlfriend all the time. I'm sorry, I know I'm making all these answers about her, I can't help it." A chorus of "aw's" escapes from the audience. Draco grins, nodding, as Y/N playfully shoves his arm.

It only takes one person in the crowd to say it before everyone else is influenced: "Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!" The audience said, each chant louder than the last.

"What do you say? Should we give the people what they want?" Draco smirked, covering their mics as the chants kept getting louder.

Y/N smiled, nodding as she closed her eyes and leaned in for a kiss, but not before Draco covered the twins' eyes, their feet kicking to see what they were missing.

"No one I'd rather be with than you." Draco said, pecking her lips one more time, admiring his world.

"Ditto."

---

PLEASE FOLLOW, REBLOG, LIKE, AND/OR COMMENT IF YOU LIKED THIS!

taglist: @daedreamss @drayslove @sunshinexweasley @evahpmcu @alexxavicry @secretlynerdygeekystuff @marcela6malfoy @elizabethrosedarling @lolooo22 @lovemegood @bukoffski @i-have-my-issues @onyourgoddamnleft @dracosathenaeum @dumbledaddy11 @padf00ts-l0ver @imabee-oralizard

[shespeaksinsongs]

𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 | 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: new layout and new character! please let me know if you like how i write theo and would like to see more of him from me! enjoy! <3

summary: florist!theo brings florist!y/n flowers based on how he's feeling, but y/n denies them time and time again, because of the meaning of them. when y/n's gone for a trip to visit her aunt, she realizes just how much she misses theo's flowers.

warnings/content: fluff and kisses <3

word count: 2.73k

masterlist | request | taglist

Nature had played an essential role in both Y/N and Theo's life. It was what brought the two together at Y/N's aunt's flower shop that fateful day back in March '18. It was what made the two feel safe after a long day, with Theo talking to the moon and Y/N talking to her plants.

So it went without saying that nature was significant to both.

"Theo, you can't give me gardenias." Y/N said, placing the flowers back on the display stand outside the shop where they belonged.

"Well, why not, flower?" Theo asked, winking at the girl while she rubbed her hands together to warm them up from the freezing cold outside.

"Well, first, you didn't pay for them." Y/N giggled when Theo put his hands over hers, warming them up for her. "And second," She finished, pulling her hands away when they were warm enough. "gardenias stand for secret love."

Theo followed Y/N around to the back like a puppy while she prepared a bouquet of white roses for another client. "Well, how do you feel about honeysuckles, then? Easy to take care of, come in beautiful colors..."

"Beautiful, yes, but honeysuckles stand for devoted affection." Y/N said, skillfully and swiftly dethorning each rose.

Theo huffed loudly, coming up behind Y/N. "Well, what, I can't show a little affection to my best friend?" He asked, hugging Y/N tightly from behind.

"Theo!" She squealed, laughing, as she squirmed to shrug his hands off her waist. "I'm still holding very sharp thorn strippers, just so you know!"

He laughed, backing up with his hands in the air. "Alright, alright. But I'll keep shooting my shot." He glanced at the clock, which marked 8 PM, as Y/N rolled her eyes. "Would you look at that? Our time together is up." He said, taking his garden apron off and hanging it on the coat rack in the corner.

"Hey, I don't pay you to be with me for eight hours a day; I pay you to arrange bouquets." Y/N corrected, dropping her tools to tie the bouquet together with a beautiful golden bow.

"Right, but the being your best friend part is just one of the many benefits of hiring Theodore Nott." He said cheekily, causing Y/N to laugh - who couldn't laugh at his silly antics? "Have a nice trip, Y/N/N. Don't miss me too much." Theo flashed a charming smile and left the shop, the only reminder he was there being the bell that rang each time the door opened.

Y/N smiled, waving at his back as he got into his car. She had almost forgotten she had to go all the way to New York to visit her ill aunt. The flower shop was hers, but she'd trusted Y/N enough to run it for her while she lived with her brother in the North. Y/N sighed as she cleaned the last countertop in the shop, wishing she didn't have to leave home.

After locking up, she got into her car and checked all her missed notifications while working before hitting the road back to her apartment.

3 missed call(s) from Spam Likely --- 3 hours ago

24 notification(s) from Instagram --- 2 hours ago

2 message(s) from Theo --- 1 minute ago

Y/N checked her messages from Theo first, seeing as his were the ones she always looked forward to first.

Hope everything goes well with your aunt. --- 8:03 PM

I'll take good care of the store while you're gone. 🤍🌷 --- 8:04 PM

Y/N smiled at her phone, cheekily responding before she got ready to drive back home.

Thanks, Teddy. Tulips mean deep love, by the way. --- 8:23 PM

She started backing out the driveway when she almost immediately got a response back from Theo.

I know. ;) --- 8:24 PM

"Hey, flower, how's the Big Apple?" Theo asked, quietly asking a couple in front of him to "sign here" as he held his phone between his shoulder and the side of his face, wrapping up a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers.

"Sour." Y/N responded flatly from the other side of the line after being flipped off for not letting another car pass, despite it being her turn. "How's the store?" She sighed, honking at the car tailgating her.

She could almost hear the frown on Theo's face as he spoke. "Everything's going good. We've been getting lots more people now that the holidays are in season." He said, holding two thumbs up to a man browsing the store, mouthing a "you good?" before shifting his attention back to Y/N. "It's pretty boring without you here, though. Picking "love me's" and "love me not's" only gets so entertaining until you've gone through two entire bouquets..."

"Theo!" Y/N feigned frustration with him, shaking her head to herself, giggling at his antics. "Well, I'll be back in-"

"Two days, I know. I've got it marked on the business calendar." He smiled, staring at the pink marker hearts surrounding the day of the 24th of December. "Got you something for Christmas. It'll be ready right before you come back home."

"Aw, you didn't have to, Theo; your company is enough for me." Y/N said sweetly, although his gifts never failed to disappoint.

Theo shrugged, wiping yet another countertop - the fifth one in that hour, not that he'd been counting (he had). "Just wanted to show you how I feel's all."

Y/N beamed through the phone, careful not to let him hear it. "Actually, I got you something, too. I hope you like it, but I kept the gift receipt if you don't. No hard feelings if you exchange." She said, holding in the urge to flip off every car on that highway. It must be something in the air up there.

"I'm sure I'll love it, petal. Hey, Y/N/N, I'm going to have to let you go; Mr. Shumann's about to get here with the orchid deliveries." He said, watching the old man slam his truck door, walking up to the store.

"Bye, Teddy. Send pictures, please!"

"Of course. Talk to you later." He said, hanging up the phone. "Mr. Shumann! Lookin' good!"

It had been two days since Y/N had been away from the shop, and each day got increasingly difficult as she remembered what she had waiting for her back home.

"This is the second time you call me today, doll. Are you sure you're alright?" Theo asked, concerned.

"Honestly? Not really." Y/N said, kicking up her feet onto the uncomfortable footrest in her aunt's guest room.

Theo frowned, humming. "What's wrong, angel?"

"Nothing," She responded, playing with her fingers as she put him on speakerphone. "I just..."

"Just what, Y/N/N? You can tell me." Theo asked again, sitting up in his bed.

"I guess I just miss you." Y/N answered quietly, her shoulders hunching up out of embarrassment that she'd just said what she'd said.

Theo laughed, making Y/N feel nervous. He pondered whether or not he should tease her or be as sweet as she was in one of her more vulnerable moments. "I miss you, too, lovely. You're coming home tomorrow, though, and that'll give us plenty of time to catch up."

Y/N smiled, ignoring the butterflies his voice gave her. "Okay." She grinned like an idiot. "Can't wait to see you. And the shop." She added.

"Goodnight, Y/N. Rest that pretty little head, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Theo."

"Anytime. I'll see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." Y/N grinned, making sure she'd hung up before she kicked her legs in excitement.

About to get on the plane. I'll be there in a few hours. --- 4:26 PM

I'll be waiting patiently. 🌹 --- 4:28 PM

Theo? --- 4:34 PM

Yes? --- 4:34 PM

Roses mean true love. --- 4:39 PM

I know. ;) Have a safe flight, flower. --- 4:40 PM

She walked into the shop, rubbing her eyes from the exhausting day. She'd been standing for the majority of the day, the plane had been stalled for an hour, and the pilot was late to his own flight. All in all, it had not been a fantastic day. But getting to arrange a couple bouquets might be able to help.

That's why, in the middle of the night, her keys jingled against the glass door as she walked in, ready to work.

"I thought you were home." Theo said, coming out from the back room wearing his dirtied florist apron, which Y/N always swore made him look adorable.

"Theo!" Y/N said, initially startled, quickly running up to give her friend a hug. "I missed you so much." She said, her voice muffled against Theo's shoulder.

"I thought friends didn't show devoted affection." Theo said, poking her waist playfully while rubbing her back to make her further relax around him. "Merry Christmas." He whispered, smiling when Y/N whispered it back, still muffled.

Y/N laughed, replying to his previous comment, separating herself only slightly to look him in the eyes. "Well, I've decided maybe a little bit of affection between friends is okay."

Theo smiled, nodding slightly. "Good. Then you wouldn't mind if I did this, right?" He said, closing his eyes to place the gentlest kiss on her forehead, one hand holding the side of her face.

Y/N's smile faded as she realized: this was what was making her so homesick. It wasn't the shop, nor the flowers, or the fact that she had her own bathroom there. It was him.

"No. I wouldn't." She said, tip-toeing to press an even gentler kiss on his own forehead.

Theo's light eyes twinkled as he smiled, giving her another very soft kiss on the cheek. Y/N competed, giving him one to match hers, as the two attacked each other in very delicate kisses.

Amidst all the soft laughter and dainty kisses, her lips must have found his on accident. She pulled back, a terrified look on her face.

"I'm sorry, Theo." She said, separating herself, so he was no longer holding her close to him. "It was - I didn't mean for-"

"I did." Theo said, both his hands coming up to hold her face. The lack of light except for the soft glow of the snow piled outside the shop's four walls made her look stunning, like some sort of flower goddess. "Only if you want to, of course."

Y/N got lost in his eyes, too flustered to smile. "Well, um," She said a bit awkwardly, not used to the attention. "could we maybe have a do-over?" She asked, repositioning herself, so their arms were warmly wrapped around each other once again.

Theo nodded very faintly, bending down to kiss her forehead as he had before. He pulled back to look at Y/N, and although it was dark, he knew she was adoring him in anticipation of what was about to happen next.

Before Y/N knew it, Theo's lips were on her own, and it felt like someone had carved them to fit into each other. It was crazy how warm one could feel with just another's skin.

When they felt they were running out of air, they pecked each other on the lips, both agreeing that they wouldn't stop until given a reason to.

"Y/N." Theo said softly, squeezing her waist a bit to get her attention.

"Hm." She hummed, acknowledging him, continuing the kiss down from his lips to his neck.

"I haven't given you your present yet." He said, relishing how good it felt to be cherished by her after all those years of hoping.

Eventually, she had to stop herself. If she'd kissed any lower, both would be personally reprimanded by her aunt for engaging in such scandalous acts with one another in the store.

"Let me go get yours from the car, then." She smiled, whispering an "I'll be right back" as the bell rang, noting her temporary leave.

Theo scrambled as soon as she left, looking everywhere for that damned gift bag, not remembering he'd last placed it in the back room. Finally, he found it, meticulously messing with the tissue paper as he waited for Y/N to return.

"Hi." Y/N said shyly, handing him a medium-sized gift bag printed with red tulips. "Here's your present. It's just something small, you know, but I really hope you'll like it."

"I'm sure whatever it is-" He said before pulling it out. Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers. Theo stared at the cover for a couple of seconds, inspecting the front and back in disbelief.

"Oh, dear." Y/N worried aloud. "You don't like it? I, I put the receipt in there. Of course, that one's from their location in New York, so you'd have to mail it to return it, but-"

"No, no. I love it, flower. Um, why don't you open yours?" Theo said, handing her a bag printed with lavender roses, the tissue paper inside being a light blue.

"Okay." Y/N said, trying to mask her embarrassment. She'd been taking care of her aunt the entire trip and barely had any time for shopping, let alone the time to think much about Theo's gift, but she really thought he'd like it.

She opened it, gasping when she read the cover of the book he had gifted her. Floriography: An Illustrated Guide to the Victorian Language of Flowers.

"I've had that book since I started working here." He said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I just - well, I thought giving you flowers to show how I feel might be easier than to just say it."

Y/N gaped at him in shock, observing the two books that sat on the countertop beside them. "It's the best gift I've ever received." She said finally. "Thank you, Teddy."

"Oh, come on, you know for you I'd do anything." He said, stroking her hair. "I put a little something in the back of the book if you wanna check." He pointed at it anxiously.

"Oh, that reminds me. I put something in the front of your gift." She said, pointing at it, mirroring Theo.

The two laughed simultaneously (and a bit awkwardly as they were unsure what to do with all the built-up tension) as they opened the books in front of one another.

"Theo, this is beautiful." Y/N said in awe, holding an orange rose to her heart.

"Before you say anything about it not being your favorite color," Theo said, holding his hands up defensively. "At the time, I thought you only wanted a friendship with me. And since I wanted something more, I decided to combine yellow for you and red for me, and so, um," He cleared his throat, watching for Y/N's reaction. "I grew this hybrid."

Y/N beamed, the grin on her face too large for her features. "God, I really love this. Thank you so much. It's so thoughtful." She reassured Theo, tightly hugging him as she laid her head on his chest, eyeing her gift in his hands. "Check what I hid in yours."

A red rose, mostly wilted and dark from the lack of air it experienced on the flight back from New York, laid pressed at the front of the book. Theo raised a brow, darting his gaze from Y/N to the book and back. "But red roses mean-"

"I know what they mean." She said, looking down at her feet shyly. "I don't know why I tried to deny it. I mean, you're my best friend, Teddy. You know more about me than anyone else, but more importantly, I feel the safest when I'm with you." Theo smiled hopefully. "You make me want to come back home."

Theo stuttered, feeling the same way but still not knowing how to say it, only having good practice in relentless flirting. "So, you feel... like this?" He asked, pulling out a bouquet of white tulips.

"Theo." Y/N said softly. "White tulips mean one-sided love." She giggled, watching him panic and look in his book quickly.

"Right." He smiled nervously, clearing his throat. "So, you feel like this?" He fixed, pulling together purple tulips, which symbolized forever love.

"Yes." Y/N said, putting the orange and red roses in the vase that held the tulips. "That is exactly how I feel." She said, closing the gap between their lips.

Sometimes nature expresses more than words ever could.

---

no taglist yet because he's a new character, but feel free to submit him in my taglist form if you liked him here!

PLEASE FOLLOW, REBLOG, LIKE, AND/OR COMMENT IF YOU ENJOYED THIS!

[shespeaksinsongs]

𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: just a little xmas fluff for you! hope you enjoy! <3

summary: y/n and draco attend scorpius' school recital, where he sings "all i want for christmas is my two front teeth"

warnings/content: tooth-rotting fluff

word count: 770

masterlist | request | taglist

He'd just lost his two front teeth one month prior. And that's why he was perfect for the role.

Nervous chatter overtook backstage as Scorpius and his friends bit their nails, anxiously waiting for the third years to be done with their performance before he could go on and "rock the stage," as his mom had put it.

His small head peaked through the opening of the red velvet curtains as he counted how many people were in the house. "Hi, buddy." Draco whispered, waving his hand at his pale son. Y/N wanted to wave, too, but he was already gone by the time she did, seeking reassurance from his teacher.

"Come on, Scorpius, we've rehearsed this many times before." One of his teachers said tiredly, very quietly going through the moves to the dance.

The tiny blond followed along, feeling a bit more confident than he had been feeling minutes before.

It was only a matter of time until the third years finished their rendition of "Jingle Bell Rock." Had it always taken so long during rehearsals? Scorpius wondered.

The audience clapped, marking the end of the second-to-last act. Scorpius smoothed his hair, a nervous habit he'd observed from his father, and posed, waiting for the curtains to rise and his song to start.

Y/N and Draco watched excitedly as the applause died down. Then, finally, the curtains rose slowly, and there he was.

The spotlight shone brightly on Scorpius as the high-pitched song began. "All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth! My two front teeth! My two front teeth!" His sweet voice sang loudly, pointing at his mouth, where there was a large gap.

"Oh, my Merlin." Y/N said quietly, leaning her head on her husband's shoulder in adoration. They'd raised the most charming little boy in her eyes.

"It seems so long since I could say: Sister Suzie sittin' on a thistle!" He said with a lisp as he moved across the stage, pointing to his godmother Pansy's daughter, who played Suzie.

Draco sang underneath his breath, almost memorizing the song from the hours Scorpius spent loudly working on it in his bedroom.

"Gosh, oh gee, how happy I'd be if I could only whistle! Thhh!" Scorp said, blowing air on his two fingers, which earnt multiple laughs from some of the parents.

"All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth," He sang, this time inviting the parents and guests to sing, as well. "my two front teeth, see, my two front teeth." Everybody sang along with him, giant smiles plastered on their faces. "Gee, if I could only have my two front teeth, then I could wish you "Merry Christmas"!" He finished with jazz hands, hugging his friends as he smiled wide for pictures.

"Merry Christmas!" He shouted along with the rest of the performers as they walked hand-in-hand off the stage. A few parents shouted it back as they sleepily gathered their things to leave the school production, the lights slowly coming back on.

But Draco and Y/N were the first parents backstage as they hurried to congratulate their son. "Oh, my goodness, my love!" Y/N said with a huge smile on her face. "I'm so proud of you!" She said, picking Scorpius up and planting what must've been thousands of kisses over his face as he giggled happily.

"You did so well, baby!" Draco congratulated his son, hugging his family tightly.

Nothing could beat how happy Scorpius looked at that moment. He had made his two most favorite people in the world happy, and his performance was a hit. "Mama, Dada, can we go home and play Candyland?" He asked, lying down on Y/N's chest as Draco stroked his hair.

"We can do whatever you want, sweetheart." Y/N answered, watching the small smile of content on her son's face as he drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Y/N walked down the stairs, having just put Scorpius down for his bedtime. She joined Draco on the couch, sipping some warm hot chocolate he'd just made, admiring the Christmas tree they'd put up a few days prior.

"Do you think we're doing a good job?" Draco asked, lying down on Y/N's lap, letting out tiny sighs of relief as Y/N carded her fingers through his hair.

Y/N laughed, watching as Draco fought his sleep, wanting to stay awake so he could keep talking to his wife. "I think we're doing a great job." She answered, looking at the pictures she took on her digital camera.

"Hm." Draco hummed, shifting in Y/N's lap so his head could get more scratches. "Me, too."

-

taglist: @daedreamss @drayslove @sunshinexweasley @evahpmcu @alexxavicry @secretlynerdygeekystuff @marcela6malfoy @elizabethrosedarling @lolooo22 @lovemegood @bukoffski @i-have-my-issues @onyourgoddamnleft @dracosathenaeum @dumbledaddy11 @padf00ts-l0ver @imabee-oralizard

PLEASE FOLLOW, REBLOG, LIKE, AND/OR COMMENT IF YOU ENJOYED THIS!

[shespeaksinsongs]

Things Draco Would Do If You Were Pregnant (HCs)

when you cuddle, he NEEDS to have his hands on your stomach, and if they're not there it's because he's resting his head on it or talking to it

insists the baby's gender with no knowledge of the baby's actual gender at all

gets offended if you don't like his name choices, but he loves you, so he lets it slide. still is very persistent that you name the baby after a constellation. insists on "scorpius malfoy" the most.

really wants a y/n jr. but gets sad when you don't, because in his eyes, it wouldn't be bad if the two people he loves most are named after another

"i can't wait for our second one" as if the first baby's already born, which it's not. plans your baby's entire future.

will carry you to wherever you want if you look tired in the slightest. if apparating makes you queasy, he'll even opt to buy a muggle car for you! will drive you to work every. day.

writes to his mom as often as possible to figure out how to make the pregnancy as smooth as possible

would worry about not being good enough as a father, or being like his own, but is easily comforted by you

misses out on hanging out with friends or co-workers in his free time because he wants to spend all his time with you

LOVES decorating the nursery and buys whatever he sees and whatever you look at for too long

spoils you in every regard. need a massage? no hesitance at all, whatsoever. want ten pints of ice cream? send the order out.

practices reading bedtime stories with you and one day, when his voice actually does lull you to sleep, he literally pats himself on the back

while he's at work he daydreams about the baby and you and his little heart just can't take it, so sometimes as a result, he leaves work early to be with you

asks you multiple times if you're sure about keeping your job because he wants the baby to be healthy and doesn't want you to be stressed

will definitely blame everything on the baby before he or she is born. "draco, why'd you leave your shoes out on the floor again?" "i've just been so busy thinking about the baby..." things like that

tickles you because it induces the baby to kick, and that becomes one of his favorite moments

the first kick was something out-of-this-world for him. he thought it was so cool and beautiful that you were growing an entire life for him and you to cherish.

praises and compliments you even when you feel there's nothing to praise.

really likes taking baths with you because he thinks your belly is so pretty, especially in your last trimester

as your pregnancy progresses and your belly gets bigger, he treats you like glass

forces you to practice making baby food with him and tests it out before the baby is born because he wants to make sure his baby eats only the finest

will have an episode if he sees one thing in the house is not baby-proofed

plays mozart to sleep so your baby can be smart, but you hate it because he plays extremely intense songs. "turn it off right now or i leave this room." "fine, fine, but tomorrow we're listening to mozart for five hours straight to compensate."

when your hormones make you go a bit wacky, he doesn't even bat an eye at it, knowing you'd never say anything you don't mean

will give you as much space as you need, or will be as close to you as possible, depending on what you need

cockwarming because he likes being close to you and also being able to feel your belly

if you're having trouble sleeping, he'll stay up with you until you fall asleep, no matter what time it is and will for sure sing you lullabies narcissa used to sing him

buys you all the clothes you ask for, which is not too different from before you were pregnant, but now some of the stuff you ask for has a stretchy waistband

tries calling you different names to see what sticks (ex: mum, mom, mommy, mummy, mama) and asks you to tell him which name suits him best

takes you to all the classes you need (ex: lamaze classes, yoga, etc.)

100% lets you choose what kind of birth you want, and doesn't give you his opinion on things about your pregnancy unless you ask for it

your cravings become his, too, because of how much time you spend with him

thinks you are beautiful 24/7, especially with the new life growing inside you

on the nights you can't sleep, you guys stay awake until like 4am talking about how fun it would be to have a boy and a girl

might as well have a planner for the next 20 years in advance

if you don't want to do something or are tired (sexual or not), he completely understands and doesn't pressure you at all

in your last few weeks when it's too painful to move too much, he orders chefs from your favorite restaurants to come to the house and make your favorite foods there. definitely breakfast in bed, lunch on the couch, dinner in bed, etc.

just loves being with you, and when you don't want to talk but want to be with him, he doesn't mind at all

reassures you that he will be the best dad he can be and that you will be the best mom. all the time.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[shespeaksinsongs]

Right There The Whole Time | Draco x Reader

A/N: Love hurt/comfort, and I love this work. It's basically just the two of them. Gonna make more domestic fics like this in the future.

Summary: Y/N just broke up with her long-term boyfriend, Fred Weasley. Luckily, her best friend, Draco, is there to comfort her. But somewhere along the lines, Y/N confuses herself on whether or not she's glad Draco is a "good friend."

Warnings/content: Fem!Reader, Roommate!Draco!, BestFriend!Draco, best friends to lovers trope, fluff, angst (reader is post-breakup), crying, mentions of nightmares, kissing <3

Word count: 1.65k words

THANKS TO @lvvrrslane FOR THE DIVIDER! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!

Another nightmare caused Y/N to wake up soaked in tears, her heart drowning inside of her own body. Although this time, her roommate and best friend, Draco, was there to hold her to sleep.

"Sh, sh, it's okay, Y/N/N." Draco said, holding Y/N's head close to his chest, wincing as she clung tight to his body, drenching his shirt in her tears. He wished he could take her place and feel all the pain for her so she wouldn't have to. "I promise you that everything's gonna be all right in time." He rocked her back and forth, hoisting himself up on a pillow so Y/N could lay down on his chest.

"I just wish-" Y/N sobbed, choking on her own words.

"I know, sweetie." Draco pressed a kiss to Y/N's crown. "I know."

"Y/N?" Draco called, knocking on his temporary bedroom's door. He'd been sleeping with Y/N for the past few days, helping her get over her break-up with her long-term boyfriend, Fred Weasley. Unfortunately, Draco caught Fred cheating on Y/N, and when Y/N confronted him about it, Fred confessed, begging her not to leave him. The break-up was rough for both of them, but it was definitely tougher on Y/N. "I made your favorite for dinner." Draco said, holding a perfectly organized tray of Y/N's favorite type of pasta, garlic bread, and her beloved dessert - brownies.

Y/N sniffled, sitting up in her bed. "Come in." A small voice answered through the door.

Draco came in with a big sympathetic smile, placing the tray on Y/N's nightstand. "Here," Draco said, putting a few pillows between Y/N's back and the headboard. "so you're comfortable." He grinned, smoothing down her hair with his light and weightless hand.

"Thank you, Dray." Y/N smiled slightly, reaching her arms up to pull her best friend into a hug. "You're the best." She whispered as she always did whenever Draco would do something for her. Draco grimaced as he wished he was just hers instead - nothing more but a man in love with a woman.

"Anything for you, Y/N/N." Draco said softly, passing Y/N her food and jumping into the bed to be next to her. "Do you want me to brush your hair?" Draco asked, summoning a straw he'd forgotten to place in Y/N's glass of water. Y/N looked back at him and laughed slightly, nodding profusely. She'd denied herself proper care for a few days since her break-up, not feeling that looking good was even worth it anymore.

Draco chuckled, whispering a low "Accio" to summon Y/N's hairbrush from the dresser across from them. "Please be gentle." Y/N said cutely, although she didn't mean for it to come out that way. "I know I have lots of knots." She blushed, hunching her shoulders a bit.

"I'll be gentle, precious." Draco laughed, patiently brushing out all of Y/N's knots until her hair was completely smooth.

When Y/N was done eating, she did something different from the routine she and Draco had set up for themselves the past week. After eating, Y/N would usually sulk in her own despair or ask to watch a movie with Draco while safely engulfed in his arms. Usually, it was horror since her stupid redhead ex-boyfriend hated them. Today, however, "the usual" was not the case.

"Draco?" Y/N asked, peering up into Draco's careful blue eyes.

"Yes, Y/N/N?" Draco asked, scooting closer under the covers to Y/N, leaning his head on the headboard beside him.

"Thank you. I know I've been annoying lately, and-"

Draco pressed a soft thumb to Y/N's lips, stopping her from talking any further about herself in a negative manner. "I would do anything for you, Y/N. There's nothing to be sorry about." He said, pulling Y/N into his laps, sighing when she laid her head in the crook of his neck.

The two spent a few minutes in comfortable silence before Y/N fell into a blissful sleep, eventually shifting into a curled up "C" shape beside Draco. Hours passed, and Draco was still awake, watching Y/N peacefully rest, something that made him feel overjoyed.

Soon, Y/N woke up but didn't open her eyes. Instead, she began thinking about something other than Fred Weasley, for once. The way Draco cared for her, the way he looked out for her in every case, the way he would give anything just to be with her, and the way she would do the same in a heartbeat - meant that she was in love - with her best friend. Her mind reeled, her lips became dry, as did her throat because she tried to force words together that didn't fit into her brain at the time.

Love. Draco. Friend. Boyfriend?

None of it made any sense.

Feeling helpless, she began crying for the third time that day, shamelessly and ashamed at the same time, for feeling things she wasn't supposed to be feeling. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, princess? You were doing great just a few minutes ago." Draco cooed, holding Y/N's hands tightly around his body as he found her waist.

"So many feelings right now, I don't even know if I can handle them." Y/N blabbered, her eyes getting puffier by the second.

"What?" Draco asked, his growing concern evident in his voice. "I thought you were getting better, Y/N/N." His voice was higher and sweeter than most times. He searched for her hand, placing a soft kiss on her palm.

Y/N sniffled through her fit of crying, craning her neck up to peer into Draco's eyes. The moonlight that soared through her windows made it so that he looked like he was glowing. He was the most beautiful she'd ever seen him then. With his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pressed tightly against each other, she thought she was done for.

"I am better!" Y/N cried. "I just-" Y/N sighed, failing at her attempt to calm herself down. "I'm just so in love with you that it hurts my heart, and I can't believe I just realized it now, and I'm so sorry if this ruins-"

"Woah, woah, slow down, baby." Draco said, pressing a slow and warm kiss to Y/N's forehead. "Cry it out and then talk to me, okay? I'll be right here." He said, pulling Y/N further up, so she was now almost entirely on top of him. Feeling her heartbeat steady after a few minutes, Draco began rubbing Y/N's back, leaning his head on hers, which was comfortably on his shoulder. "Ready?" Draco asked quietly.

"Yeah." Y/N said, sitting up on her knees in front of Draco, her doe eyes wide.

"What was that about?" Draco asked, sitting up to match her position.

Y/N sighed, now feeling abashed again. "I'm in love with you, Draco." She said finally, letting suspense take up the room's empty space where Draco breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. Although to Y/N, it just sounded like he was getting ready to reject her.

"I'm in love with you, too, Y/N/N." Draco said, throwing himself on Y/N, laying her back forcefully on the bed to cover her in a huge hug. The two hugged and laughed as one tried to tickle the other, resulting in them inching closer together than before. "So in love with you." Draco uttered as their laughter dissipated, now leaving an unsatisfied itch in the air - one that bothered both of them.

Y/N stared into her best friend's kind and inviting eyes, brushing back a few strands of hair that fell in front of his face. "Draco, would you mind if-"

Draco shook his head, reaching an arm up to hold Y/N's face. They were on their sides, breathing heavily into each other's faces, although they were both too nervous to notice it. Slowly, Y/N pulled Draco in by the back of his neck, holding his free hand to her sternum, gripping it tightly.

And then, they collided, almost as if they were magnets. It felt like the kind of kiss you would wait a lifetime for, and once you had it, you'd wait an entire life again. It was a sloppy kiss. Their noses were bumping, mouths were open, teeth almost clashing, and still, it couldn't have been more perfect. Y/N felt as if her heart was about to burst out of her chest. Draco felt like his own was already in Y/N's hands, beating faster the longer she touched him. When they finally ran out of breath, they reluctantly separated from each other, occasionally pecking each other on the lips again, which resulted in soft giggles from the other.

"Merlin, I thought you'd never love me." Draco said, laughing when Y/N inched closer towards him, burying her face in his chest.

"Impossible - you're the most lovable person I know." Y/N said softly into the shell of Draco's ear, kissing it and going back to lay her head down on his upper body.

"I guess I owe this to Weaselbee." Draco laughed, settling his arms around Y/N's torso and thigh, which was resting lazily over Draco's hipbone. The name didn't even make her flinch anymore. He was nothing but a distant memory, with Draco taking up most of her past, present, and future. "Maybe I shouldn't have beat him up."

"You beat him up?" Y/N asked, raising her head from Draco's body.

"Sh, sh." Draco cooed, softly pulling her head back onto his heart. "Yes, but don't tell my girlfriend." He joked, poking Y/N in the ribs.

Y/N rolled her eyes playfully. "I won't, as long as you don't tell my boyfriend. He's very protective of me, you know?" Y/N egged Draco on, smiling to herself at the grounding rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I don't think your boyfriend will ever let anyone hurt you again." Draco whispered, pulling Y/N's shirt up to lightly graze her back with his delicate fingertips.

"Hm," Y/N hummed, beaming with love. "I'm counting on it."

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[shespeaksinsongs]

The Six Of Us | Draco x Reader

<< back to part 1

A/N: I genuinely felt so insecure about this, but I wanted to release it because I feel like some of you guys may like it! I think it turned out alright. Thank you so much to Chloe and Bee for proofreading for me!

Summary: Part 2 to Wish I Were Her. After a night accidentally spent with her best friend Draco, Y/N's husband Blaise and Draco's wife Astoria are furious.

Warnings/content: Angst w/ fluff ending, hurt/comfort, dad!draco, mom!reader, mentions of sex, arguing,

Word count: 2.5k words

masterlist | request | taglist

"We have to stop meeting like this." Y/N laughed, picking a thick book from the self-help section of the grocery store and throwing it into her basket.

"I happen to quite like our little rendezvous." Draco replied smoothly, taking Y/N's basket out of her hands and carrying it for her. "So, why are you here at," Draco paused to check his watch. "three in the morning?" He asked, swinging an arm around his old friend.

"Stells wasn't feeling too good, so I came here to buy her some medicine. She's almost at a fever." Y/N said, ignoring the butterflies in her stomach that fluttered every time Draco touched her.

"Poor baby." Draco said sadly before peering into Y/N's basket. "So you're telling me Stells enjoys reading 300 Ways To Turn Your Life Around? Must be a nice bedtime story. I'll buy one for Scorp." Draco said, laughing when Y/N flicked his forehead in a lighthearted way.

"I've been meaning to buy a new book!" Y/N laughed, snatching her basket back and heading over to the self-checkout center. "What's your excuse?" She asked, scanning Draco's items along with hers, indirectly offering to pay.

"Couldn't sleep. Hey, no, no, no, let me get that." Draco said quickly, pulling out his card, but Y/N had already swiped, and she had already made the payment.

Y/N feigned pity as Draco frowned. She brought up the handheld scanner to Draco's forehead, and pouted. She looked at the screen, ignoring the fact that nothing had actually been scanned. "Huh, that's weird. I don't recall ever buying your bullshit."

"Oh, shut up." Draco laughed, grabbing their plastic bags and placing his hand on the small of her back as they walked out of the store. His smile faded as he cleared his throat. "Actually, Astoria and I had another argument." He admitted on their walk to Y/N's car.

Y/N sighed, knowing the real reason she was out at such an hour. "I'm sorry, Draco. If it makes you feel better, Stella isn't sick. Blaise and I haven't really been clicking for the past few months if I'm being honest. I'm debating whether or not sleeping in the same bed would even make a difference. You know he's always been a snorer. Kicks in his sleep, too." Y/N half-laughed, trying her best to stay positive and strong in front of her friend.

"And this whole time, you had me concerned for my goddaughter. What a joke you are." Draco grinned when Y/N shoved him playfully. "Do you wanna maybe talk in your car?"

"Sure." Y/N nodded, getting in the car and warming her hands up as soon as the engine was warm enough to turn on the heater.

"Y/N." Draco said, shedding off his heavy coats.

"Yeah." Y/N replied absentmindedly, her mind only on warming her body up.

"I think Astoria is cheating on me." He said abruptly, causing Y/N's heart to drop to her feet. Never in a million years did she think she would ever hear of Astoria in such a scandalous predicament.

"Merlin, Draco... I don't know what to say. What makes you think so?" Y/N asked, shifting on her side to face Draco better.

"She's just been so... dismissive lately. She doesn't want sex, either, and the last time we did it when she was about to, um, say my name," Y/N blushed, thankful for the dim lighting of the parking lot. "she started my name with a different letter." Draco said, his bangs framing his face perfectly as the streetlights illuminated him.

Y/N took a moment to think, furrowing her brows. "Gosh, I'm so sorry, Draco. Do you and Scorp wanna spend a few nights at ours? I doubt Blaise would mind." Y/N said, trying to ignore the foggy look in Draco's eyes.

Draco shook his head profusely, his hair hitting his temples at the force. "I just need to be with you right now." He said, peering into Y/N's soulful Y/E/C eyes.

"O-oh. Um, okay." Y/N said awkwardly, waving her wand and magicking away the center console that separated the two, forming a long front row. "Come here." Y/N gestured, her arms open and ready to hold the boy she'd called so dear to her for such a long time.

Draco scooted over, kicking his shoes off and laying down on Y/N's warm chest, wrapping his arms around her torso. "I love you so much, Y/N/N." He whispered against her body, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier, the soft Christmas music on the radio only lulling him to sleep further.

Y/N fought back tears and bit her tongue, knowing it wasn't her place to say things she shouldn't be saying, especially now, at a moment so fragile. "I know, Dray. I know." She said, stroking his hair gently, letting his slow breathing be her white noise.

Draco and Y/N woke up to the bright sun, a car that had run out of gas, and over twenty missed calls from their spouses.

"Holy shit." Y/N said, rubbing her eyes and suppressing a yawn. "I forgot to tell Blaise I went out."

"Don't worry about it, Astoria probably told him." Draco said absently, his eyes scanning over each missed text from his wife.

"I need to call him." Y/N said, putting her boots back on to cover her feet from the cold that seeped into their car while they were sleeping.

"Go ahead." Draco said, his mind too busy responding apologetically to each individual attack Astoria made at him.

The phone only rang for a second before Blaise answered. "Hello?" His ragged voice spoke from the other end of the phone. Y/N felt chills crawl up her spine as she shut her eyes, feeling guilty.

"Hi, sweetie, I'm so sorry I didn't tell you I was going out, we just got in a fight, and so I figured you wanted some alone time, and you were sleeping, and-"

"Who are you with?" Blaise asked, his voice stoic and cold through the speakers.

"Draco." Y/N swallowed a lump down her throat, knowing how bad it looked that the night they had another argument, she spent the night with the man Blaise had tried his hardest not to loathe their entire marriage.

Blaise scoffed. "I can't believe you." He sighed heavily into the phone before speaking again. "You know what? Just - Merlin, just come home when you want. I'm tired."

Y/N tried to explain. "No, baby, it's not like-" But she was cut off by three monotone beeps, marking the broken line. "Fuck." She said, holding her head in her hands and letting small tears slip out of the corners of her eyes, trying her best to keep it together in front of Draco.

His heart tugged as he watched Y/N suck in shaky breaths. "Please don't cry, angel. I hate it when you do." Draco said under his breath, pulling Y/N tight to his chest and rubbing her back while she sobbed, wondering where her marriage had gone so wrong. "Everything will be okay. We'll work it out." He said, terrified at the thought of having to confront his angry wife. "And when this is all over, we can go on that huge family trip to Italy we've always talked about going on. All six of us." He soothed, tracing circles on her shoulder blades - a technique that had worked on Y/N for decades now.

Y/N sniffled, almost choking on her breath. "He thinks we-"

"I know, Y/N/N." Draco said. "I'll be surprised if Astoria'll ever let me see Scorpius again." He said, his wife now a distant memory compared to his son.

Y/N shook her head. "Don't say that. You did more for him last week than Astoria has done the four years he's been alive." She said, separating herself to look Draco in his inviting blue eyes.

Draco smiled faintly. "Let's go home." He said, holding Y/N's hand and apparating the two to their houses.

-

"Because you don't love me anymore! Merlin, Draco, you can't go a day without talking about that wretched girl!" Astoria yelled beside Blaise, who looked like he was ready to blow Draco's head off.

Blaise's demeanor stayed hard as Astoria yelled about his wife, Y/N, who was off upstairs in another room, making sure both the kids were playing nicely together.

Draco's knuckles turned white as he rocked back and forth on the kitchen island to calm himself.

Y/N made her way downstairs, dreading having to face her furious husband again. Stopping at the doorway connecting the foyer to the kitchen, she heard Draco speaking. "You do whatever you want, Astoria, but don't you dare say one more word about her. She's upstairs taking care of the kid you birthed, that you haven't given a minute of your time to since he was born."

"See, that's the problem." Blaise said, pointing at Draco. "You don't even care what your wife does. You just care about mine."

"I should've never married you in the first place." Draco said to Astoria, noticing Y/N stood frozen at the entry. Her jaw dropped as Draco made his way over to her, grabbing her hand and mumbling a "let's go."

Astoria looked up to Blaise, shaking her hands anxiously after realizing the last thing she wanted was to take care of a child she had no connection to for fourteen more years. Blaise shrugged at her icily, indicating he truly only cared for himself.

"Wait!" Astoria screamed, rushing up to Draco.

Draco rolled his eyes, shrugging off her hands. "Astoria, I'm"

"Pregnant," Astoria said quickly, her eyebrows quirking upwards to achieve a hopeful look. "I- We're pregnant." Y/N and Draco exchanged a shocked look.

"What?" Draco stressed, his muscles tensing more.

"We're having a baby." Astoria elaborated, softening her voice, slowly putting her arms around Draco's stiff neck.

"We-" Draco stuttered, his body threatening to give out. "We haven't had sex in weeks." He said, his voice quieter.

Y/N, overhearing this and knowing Blaise heard, looked over at him, realizing what this meant. "That's where you were on Valentine's Day." She said, catching on, causing both Astoria and Draco's attention to turn to her.

Blaise stayed quiet, his gaze set on the floor. "So while you stood there, criticizing us, you two have been," Y/N held a hand up to her mouth, feeling herself get nauseous.

Draco took Astoria's hands off his body, staring at both Blaise and her in sheer disappointment. "I never want to see either of you ever again." He said, taking off his ring. Y/N did the same, her eyes watering as she handed her engagement and wedding rings over to Blaise.

"I'll have someone contact you. I'm taking Stella today. She'll be back tomorrow." Y/N muttered, heading upstairs to take her daughter.

Draco followed close behind her, heading into his bedroom, diagonal from the toy room where their kids were playing together, to pack a bag for Scorpius and him.

"Mama, why are you crying?" Stella asked, jumping to try to reach Y/N's face. Y/N laughed through her sniffles, crouching down to be eye to eye with her daughter. Without words, Stella held her face and pulled her neck in for a tight hug. "It's okay, Mama." She said quietly, rubbing her back. There was no doubt she was only repeating what her mother would say to her when she cried, but it didn't make any of her words less comforting for Y/N. Y/N wept into her child's hair, relishing the feeling of just being hugged.

She separated herself finally after a few moments, laughing through another tear, when Stella held her mom's face with her chubby hands, planting a huge kiss on her cheek. "I love you, my baby." Y/N said gently, picking her up and holding her tight. Stella nuzzled her face into her mom's neck, lighting up when she saw her best friend's dad.

"Draco!" Stella said excitedly, extending her arms outwards to be held. Y/N laughed, wiping her tears as she handed Draco the girl with grabby hands.

"Hi, darling." Draco greeted the small girl, kissing her head gently.

"Have you got yours and Scorp's bag yet? Hey, angel." Y/N asked Draco before greeting the small boy that came in running from brushing his teeth. Y/N giggled, wiping off a bit of excess toothpaste before picking the tiny blond up and kissing him on the nose.

"Yep. All packed." Draco said, looking into Y/N's eyes. If looks could speak, this one would say, "I wish it didn't have to end this way."

Y/N looked at him empathetically. "Kids, why don't you go and play a little more while Draco and I have some adult talk?" She asked, looking at Scorpius and Stella.

"Okay, Mama." Stella said as Scorpius nodded, running off into Scorpius' room.

Draco stared at the wall blankly before Y/N approached him. She gave him a soft smile, recognizing the emotionless expression, and led him to a small couch behind them.

Draco continued staring at his hands before he began crying again, his sobs sputtering out. Then, silently, he hugged Y/N, rubbing her back when he felt her tears fall on his shoulder.

They stayed there, in each other's arms, for what felt like years, neither of them wanting to let go. Astoria and Blaise were a forgotten memory now - now they were crying about the indescribable pain of loving somebody you couldn't have.

"So many years." Y/N sobbed, clutching onto Draco tighter, her head burying itself even deeper into him.

"Wasted time." Draco choked.

They weren't talking about their failed marriages anymore. Instead, they referred to the years and years they spent pining after each other, the timing never being quite right.

Y/N pulled back to look into Draco's eyes - something that always grounded her in a heartbeat. "At least I have you." She said, placing a hand on his cheek, rubbing it tenderly with her thumb.

Draco relaxed, placing his hand on her cheek as well. "You always will." He said, his gaze soft, quickly looking at her lips. Y/N caught this, already looking at his, too, when she realized what she wanted.

She took a deep breath before speaking. "I love you - and not just as a friend. I love you like I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She said, a bit confused as if she had just realized her feelings then, rather than years ago.

Draco nodded slightly and smiled, his teardrops dry on his skin. "I love you... more." He said, pulling her in for a kiss before stopping about an inch away from her lips. "Is this okay?"

Y/N, too scared to speak, nodded as Draco leaned in, his soft pillows intertwining with Y/N's. Who knew kisses could tell you so many stories? They danced until they were out of breath, and even then, there was an occasional giggly peck.

After all this newfound excitement started to die down, Draco turned to Y/N. "We'll be okay." He said, leaning in for one of the first of many kisses in their lifetime.

Taglist: @daedreamss @chloeluvsdray @sunshinexweasley @evahpmcu @alexxavicry @mvdbldd @secretlynerdygeekystuff @marcela6malfoy @elizabethrosedarling @lolooo22 @lovemegood @bukoffski

[shespeaksinsongs]

Beach Day | Draco x Reader

A/N: Not my best work, but I start school tomorrow and really just wanted to release something before my posting becomes inconsistent. I'll always try my best to post as much as I can. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Scorpius, Draco, and Y/N go to the beach to have a nice family beach day. Little does Y/N know, that's not what Draco plans on having at all.

Warnings/content: Fluff, smut (daddy and mommy kink, switch couple, vaginal sex), Dad!Draco, Mom!Reader, Fem!Reader

Word count: 2.3k words

THANKS TO @anlian-aishang FOR THE DIVIDERS! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!

"Mommy, Daddy, wake up, it's beach day!" Y/N and Draco's son Scorpius said, jumping onto the sleeping bodies entangled amorously.

Draco mumbled something incoherent as Scorpius insisted, stretching his dad's eyelids open, squealing at his lifeless blue irises.

"Where's my kiss and hug?" Y/N asked, frowning, opening her arms for Scorpius to jump into them so her husband could cuddle her. This was their morning ritual. Draco would pretend he was tired and didn't want anything more than to love his family, and Y/N would quickly succumb to her son's efforts at affection.

Scorpius lunged himself at Y/N, slightly hitting her forehead against his. She giggled, spooning him against her chest, glancing up at Draco, who looked like his world was crashing.

"I love you so much." He said, looking at both his wife, Y/N, and his son, Scorpius.

"We..." Y/N started, squeezing Scorpius' arms a bit.

"Love you more!" The two said in unison, grinning happily.

"Have you been working on that?" Draco raised an eyebrow, scooting closer to hold his precious little family in his arms.

"For a few days, yeah." Y/N shrugged, leaning her head against her husband's chest, leaving some room for Scorpius to lay in between them comfortably.

The three cuddled for what must have been an extra hour, letting Scorpius tell them about a dream he had where his friend Albus, Harry Potter's boy, kissed him on the cheek. Draco laughed at the dream as Y/N encouraged Scorpius to go for whoever his heart wants (even though he profusely denied any feelings for the boy).

"Okay, you two, get up." Y/N said abruptly, catching Draco mid-snooze. He looked at her tiredly, his eyes threatening to flutter closed again. "It's beach day, love!" She stood up, putting her hands on her hips.

"Yeah," Scorpius wobbled to stand up on the couple's firm mattress. "it's beach day, love." The blond boy sang, sassier than Y/N did, mimicking her pose.

"Alright, alright, I'll get up, you nuisances." Y/N and Scorpius cheered, high-fiving each other as Y/N urged Scorpius to play with his toys until breakfast was ready.

"Excited?" Y/N turned around, pressing her forehead to Draco's chin as he pulled her close by the waist.

"For endless torture of you wearing just enough but not enough?" Draco asked, earning a snicker from Y/N. She did it on purpose most of the time, but other times Draco would get turned on by the most innocent movements his wife made. "No." Draco answered. "I'm excited for when we get back, though." He winked, causing Y/N to shove him off, laughing.

"See you downstairs." She said without looking back, heading downstairs to begin breakfast while Draco got himself and Scorpius ready.

Everyone had eaten and was ready to go. "Daddy, do we have to go through the fireplace? It makes me sneeze." Scorpius complained, craning his neck up to look at his tall father.

"It's the most efficient network of travel, so yes." Draco shrugged, watching Scorpius pout. He simpered at the sight as Y/N picked him up in her arms, a beach bag swinging on her back.

"I don't like the floo powder, either." Y/N smiled at her son. He was positioned comfortably, with each of his legs wrapped around her waist. "We can plug our noses together, so it doesn't make us feel weird." She kissed the tip of Scorpius' nose, making him smile giddily.

"You're the best mother." Draco smiled as Y/N joined his side, joining hands with him so they could travel in one go.

"You're the best father." Y/N repeated back, leaning in to kiss Draco on the lips. And with that, they were off.

It was a lovely day to go to the beach. The palm trees were swaying in the breeze, the number of clouds was just right, and the waves were peaceful - perfect for a swim.

Y/N just finished rubbing all of Scorpius' sunscreen onto his pale face when she felt a slight pinch at her bum, making her jolt.

She craned her neck around, staring daggers at her husband, warning him silently.

"You-" Y/N started.

"Am I done yet, Mommy? I want to get in the water!" Scorpius said, flailing his little arms around.

"Is he done, Mommy?" Draco asked, knowing what that nickname did to Y/N. He was teasing her - trying to make her feel like she had control when she was the one struggling to keep it together in front of her family. She took a sharp breath, turning to face her adorably impatient son.

"Yes, baby, you can go in the water now.”

“He’s always been a fantastic swimmer, hasn’t he?” Draco said seductively into Y/N’s ear, making her take a deep breath and force a smile for her son’s sake.

“We'll be right there." Y/N urged, squishing her son’s cheeks before watching Scorpius waddle away into the water.

"What are you playing at, Draco?" Y/N asked menacingly, scrubbing away a splotch of sunscreen that was on his jawline in a nurturing way.

"Nothing." Draco said, getting up quickly, making his way to the water. As soon as his feet touched the water, he smirked, turning around so Y/N could get the full view of his abs from where they’d set up their umbrella and chairs. "Come on in, darling, get wet with me." He winked, splashing the water around a bit. Y/N sighed, remembering her wish to have a normal family outing without incorporating Draco's high libido.

As Y/N got in the water, bringing Scorpius' arm floaties and goggles that he forgot to put on out of excitement, she glared at Draco, who kept looking her up and down. Boobs, waist, ass, waist, boobs - that's all he seemed to be thinking about at the moment.

Y/N was halfway through putting on Scorpius' right floatie when the small boy realized what his mom was trying to do. "Oh, come on! I'm a big boy now; I don't need this!" Scorpius shouted, throwing his floaties far away from him among the calm waves.

"It's just in case, baby." Y/N said, handing Scorpius over to his annoyed and cock-blocked dad before she swam away to retrieve his floaties, which were blissfully gliding across the calming waves the ocean provided.

Draco couldn't help but feel a tent form in his swimming trunks in the midst of all this. He always felt this way (horny as fuck) at the most inconvenient times. Sometimes he'd be visiting his mother and would all of a sudden get the urge to screw the daylight out of his wife. Those days, it was an easy fix. He'd simply tell his mother that he wanted to see his family and that he had to go but that he'd be back the next day. Now, holding his son, watching as Y/N's ass was out for display, he realized he was helpless.

Swimming back, the tips of Y/N’s hair got wet, as did the rest of her body. Her almost see-through bikini set clung tight to her body, leaving little room to imagine anything aside from what Draco was thinking. Y/N stood up, crinkling her toes in the wet sand, and looked up at her son, who was still in Draco’s arms.

“If you don’t want to wear your floaties, you can go have fun in the sand, but you won’t be able to swim with Daddy and me.” The mother said, looking up at Draco for reinforcement, but he was already looking down - way down. “Right, Daddy?” Y/N said, emphasizing his name.

Draco’s eyes widened as he swallowed down a gulp, blushing as red as bricks. “Y-yes. P-put your floaties on, Scorp.” Draco said, flustered, not even looking Y/N in the eye.

Scorpius frowned, defeated, grabbing the floats from Y/N’s hands. As he was busy putting them on himself, Y/N moved closer to Draco, leaning up to whisper something in his ear. “Don’t get shy, baby. That’s usually my job.” She kissed right around Draco’s sweet spot, laughing to herself when he stuffed down a frustrated moan.

“Actually, Mommy, I want to go build sandcastles. You and Daddy can stay here.” Scorpius said maturely, placing his small hand to Draco's chest, sliding his floaties off and wiggling out of his dad’s arms to swim back to the shore.

“Finally.” Draco said, pulling Y/N closer, eyeing her hungrily.

“Not yet, Draco.” Y/N said, grabbing his hand and leading him deeper into the water, where it covered Y/N’s neck and Draco’s shoulders. “Now.” Y/N said, drawing Draco’s lips towards hers, as he almost swallowed her. Occasionally, Draco or Y/N would separate from each other, checking on their son. However, at some point, they got too deep in their love to touch base and make sure Scorpius was still happily playing in the sand.

“Can I take you right here, Mommy?” Draco asked, his light eyes almost glittering in the beaming afternoon sun.

“Whatever you want, my baby.” Y/N responded, sliding down her promiscuous bikini bottom. “My treat.” She said as she helped Draco take off his own apparel, so they were now butt-naked in the ocean.

Draco looked back at his son, checking that he was still throwing sand at birds just as he was a few seconds ago. He nodded, picking ​​Y/N up and bringing her deeper into the ocean. Draco and Y/N enjoyed foreplay in their sexual ventures, usually spreading it out through the day. Whether through yanking hair while passing by each other in the hallway or slapping each other’s asses playfully, Y/N and Draco were quite a cheeky couple. But Draco couldn’t wait any longer. That morning he’d had a sex dream about him and Y/N, which is why he refused to wake up at Scorpius’ drastic attempts. Desperate to make his dream a reality, he hastily aligned himself with Y/N’s entrance, admiring how beautiful she looked with her hair now half-wet. Y/N smiled down at him, happy that he’d regained his dominance over her, and watched as his dick slowly disappeared inside of her. Groaning at the feeling, Y/N threw her head back, the sensation amplified by the water leaking into every crevice of her body that touched it.

“Mommy, Daddy, are you guys okay?” Scorpius yelled, waving his arms haphazardly at his parents, whose mouths were agape. Draco crept an eye open as Y/N started moving her hips, grazing her ass over Draco’s large hands that held her up.

“Yes, we’re okay, love. Why don’t you take a snack from the cooler?” Y/N yelled from the ocean, giggling at the blush that crept onto Draco’s face. There was nothing that turned him on more than Y/N being a good mom. It just made him want to fuck her faster and harder.

Scorpius nodded, scampering to get a juice box Draco had packed for him earlier that morning.

Draco began pumping himself in and out of Y/N, holding her closer with one hand so he could play with her clit with the other. “Your pretty little hole always fucks me so good, you know that, right, Y/N?” Draco whispered, starting to go in and out of her faster.

Y/N was barely able to form a sentence at this point, but she looked down at her husband, letting her eyes tell Draco all he needed to know. She needed to release.

“My princess,” Draco cooed, pressing harder into her clit, pinching it in just the right spot. Y/N almost screamed at the blissful pain mixed with pleasure, struggling to keep her eyes open. “do you need to cum, baby?” He asked, watching Y/N’s breasts almost bounce out of her bikini top. The sight was enough to make him unravel alone, but he was always very gentlemanly when it came to him and Y/N’s climaxes.

“Y-yes, my love.” Y/N said, gripping onto his shoulders as she felt her thighs start to vibrate tremendously.

“Cum.” Draco said finally, smirking at how he was able to make his wife feel and how lucky he was that he got someone who could make him feel even better.

Y/N released, letting out strings of curses and moans, groaning at the warm feeling of Draco’s ribbons of cum that shot only a few seconds after her. The soft flesh at her entrance was now irritated because of the cold water and friction, but she was paying no mind to that. She was way too interested in trying to remember every detail of this orgasm, as she did with each one she had with Draco.

“Y/N.” Draco moaned his wife’s name, still pulling in and out of Y/N, letting her ride out her high while he began flicking her clitoris.

“Draco.” Y/N moaned, trying to stand up, holding onto Draco’s forearms to do so. The combination of the summer sun, her arousal, his cum, and the cold water shot electricity through her body, making her unable to feel anything from her hips and down. “Draco!” Y/N repeated, now sounding alarmed, pointing out onto the shore.

There, shifting from the shoreline to the ocean, were Y/N and Draco’s bottoms, almost taunting them as they moved away and closer to Y/N and Draco.

Y/N looked at Draco, shocked as he looked at her, horrified.

Scorpius gasped, throwing his juice box over his shoulder behind him. “Mommy! Daddy! You lost your swimsuits!” He yelled, causing multiple families and people to look the couple’s way disgustedly. “I’ll bring them to you!” Scorpius said, grabbing his parents’ clothes while swimming over to bring them to the humiliated duo. When he reached his parents, Y/N picked him up so he wouldn’t have to doggy paddle to stay afloat anymore. Right when Scorpius was about to turn in his parents’ belongings, a look of confusion etched upon his face. “Daddy, why do your trunks have white stuff in them?”

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

[shespeaksinsongs]

Laughing Until Our Tummies Hurt | Draco x Reader

<< back to part one

A/N: Really wanted to make this one Wolfstar's daughter for some reason, so here ya go! PRETEND SIRIUS AND NARCISSA ARE NOT COUSINS!!!! Hope you all love! Enjoy! <3

Summary: Y/N goes out on a picnic date with student Scorpius Malfoy's older brother, Draco. To elaborate - Y/N is a tutor and a student.

Warnings/content: Fluff, Ravenclaw!Reader, Fem!Reader, Wolfstar'sDaughter!Reader

Word count: 1.83k words

masterlist | request | taglist

6:30 came faster than greased lightning. Y/N was anxiously pacing back and forth in her bedroom while Draco was neurotically stressing over which t-shirt made him look fitter.

"Scorp, this one or this one?" Draco asked, holding up two very similar graphic tees in each hand.

Scorpius, Draco's (very honest) little brother, shook his head, dropping the dinosaur figures he was playing with. "Fix your hair first."

Draco feigned disappointment, his hands dropping to his side. "What's wrong with my hair?"

"Everything's wrong with your hair." Scorpius said sassily, rolling his eyes. Draco picked his jaw up, turned on his heels, and walked back to his bedroom without a word more.

He was about to change his hairstyle for the third time that day before he glanced at the time - he was late. "Shit, shit, shit." He said, scrambling about his room for a small gift he'd gotten Y/N and some last-minute touches like his good luck cologne and cold rings. Draco quickly pulled his coat on and apparated to Y/N's house.

She was waiting in her living room now, knee bouncing against the fabric couch as she fought the urge to bite her nails anxiously. She glanced at the clock that hung over her door. He forgot. She thought, getting up to start pacing again.

"I didn't forget!" Draco announced, appearing looking rather green. "I'm sorry for being late, angel. Scorp was a pain and said that my hair-"

"You look great." Y/N said, walking over to him. She looked down in his hand where he held a crumpled flower. "That for me?" She raised her eyebrows at him, smiling slightly.

"Um... yes!" The blond said, holding his arm out for her to take it. "I got a little anxious on the way here, didn't even notice I'd ruined it, I'm sorry,"

"Stop apologizing!" Y/N said, confused. "Where's the overtly confident Draco Malfoy that asked me out yesterday?" She asked, heading over to the kitchen to grab the picnic basket she'd prepared for the two.

"Disappeared when you said yes." He shrugged, heading over to the kitchen.

Y/N smiled to herself, throwing in some chocolates she liked into the basket. "I should be more nervous than you, you know?" She said, guiding Draco's frozen-in-place body back to the living room.

"What do you mean?" Draco asked, scratching the back of his neck while looking down at Y/N, who was throwing on a warm jacket to combat the chilliness of early spring.

"My job's on the line!" Y/N said jokingly, poking Draco's side when he looked more alarmed than amused. She laughed, holding onto Draco tightly when they left Y/N's home.

The two found a nice spot underneath a large tree, setting out a light gray checkered blanket to sit under as they unpacked the food Y/N had packed.

"So," Draco said, covering his mouth as he chewed on toast with jam. "you're telling me you smiled at me at a Quidditch game in, what, the third ye-"

"Second year." Y/N corrected, gesturing for him to go on as she bit into a club sandwich.

"Sorry, second year," He and Y/N laughed as he corrected himself. "and I didn't smile back, so you assumed I hated you?"

Y/N looked up as if it would help her ponder over her answer. "Semi-correct. You also glared at me every chance you had. So that kind of had some role in it, too." She said, laughing as she popped another chocolate into her mouth.

"Had to keep up appearances." Draco quipped, smiling when Y/N laughed again.

They looked out from where they sat in the grass. They were in one of the prettier areas of the Black Lake. Dandelions grew around them, and initials were carved into almost every tree you looked at. The sight was something for sore eyes.

"It's beautiful here." Y/N said quietly, primarily to herself.

Draco nodded, eating one of Y/N's delicious chocolates. "It's something, alright. Scorp would love to see it - he's quite mature."

"Oh, I've noticed." Y/N laughed. "He claims that children need to start learning cursive in schools again. He says, "that's just the way it's done." She said, putting air quotes around Scorpius' phrase.

"He talks about that with everyone." Draco said, smiling to himself. "Strange little man, that one."

"Well, I'm sure he learned his behavior from somebody." Y/N said, poking fun at Draco.

Draco squinted his eyes playfully before speaking again. "Have you noticed that when he gets an answer right, he grins really wide, and his little dimples go all the way up here?" Draco asked, pointing right below his eyes.

"Mm," Y/N said, finishing her second juice box. "Yes, and it's adorable."

"My father and I used to make fun of him for it." Draco laughed. Y/N laughed along, but not like Draco. He tried letting words come out, but nothing would, instead just intense laughter.

"What's so funny?" Y/N asked, smiling, wanting to be in on the joke.

Draco collapsed on his side, his head right in Y/N's laps as he laughed so hard he could hardly get a word out. "Used to," He tried speaking, his face turning red. "Used to smile so hard he would poop." He managed to get out, clutching onto the tall tree beside him for support.

Y/N began giggling, too, merely at the sight of seeing Draco so weak, tears pouring out of his eyes. The two laughed so hard that all they could do was hold onto each other.

Eventually, the laughter died down into a comfortable silence as they continued eating, little laughs coming out of each other every once in a while.

Draco took a deep breath as he looked at Y/N. "Man, Scorp's gotta be so jealous right now." He shook his head to himself.

Y/N raised a brow and cocked her head to the side, resting it on the tree she and Draco were leaning back on.

"You're his favorite person, probably." Draco elaborated. "Merlin, all he does is talk about you. It's partly the reason I took an interest in you."

Y/N suppressed a smile, sipping her drink. "He's the sweetest boy I know. I love teaching him." She said, now showing full teeth, just thinking about the sweet chubby blond.

Draco smiled, choosing not to ruin the moment by saying anything further. Instead, they continued making easy conversation, eating as much as they could before finishing the basket.

Draco was halfway through telling a story about his adventures with the house-elves from when he was younger before Y/N regrettably had to interrupt. "Draco, I really don't mean to cut this short, and I'm having a wonderful time, but my dads are gonna kill me if I'm not home in time for curfew." Y/N said apologetically, wishing she didn't have to leave. She hadn't talked to someone this smoothly in years, probably.

Draco nodded, getting up and helping Y/N up. "No worries. I should probably get back home, anyway. Scorp said he wouldn't go to sleep until I got home so I could tell him how this went." He laughed, making Y/N smile.

"And how do you think this went?" Y/N asked, picking her basket and blanket off the ground.

"We should do this again." Draco said, realizing he was pretty close to the Ravenclaw, distancing himself a bit.

"Yeah, we should." Y/N said, fawning over him. She did an excellent job of hiding it, though. Draco had been wondering if he was winning her over the entire date.

With a nod of approval from Y/N, Draco apparated the two back to Y/N's house, clutching tightly to each other as they did so.

"Said you'd be home before sunset." Sirius, one of Y/N's dads, said, ambling about the foyer in an intimidating manner. His hand was stroking his beard, nodding to himself as he spoke. "It's dark outside now."

"Siri, stop it." Remus said, giving him the side-eye. Y/N whispered a thank you as she came to hug the two.

"Didn't know you'd come home so early." Y/N said, talking to both her parents.

"Had to check this date of yours out myself. See him with my own eyes." Sirius said, his eyes widening intensely at Draco. "Introduce me, love, go on."

"This is Draco," Y/N said from between Sirius and Remus. "Dad, say hi." Y/N said to Sirius, his gaze sharp on the nervous blond.

"I know who he is. Malfoy's kid, aren't you?" He said, letting go of his tight grasp on his daughter to shake Draco's hand rather roughly.

"Yes, sir." Draco said, standing straighter. Remus sputtered out a laugh, causing Y/N to giggle, too, turning into a giddy mess.

Sirius turned to the two, raising a brow at Remus and Y/N, who were losing it with each second that passed. The two were growing so weak from the laughter that they were clutching onto each other for dear life the more they ran out of air. "What's this about?" He asked, wiggling his finger at the two.

"He's messing with you, kid." Remus said to the deer stuck in headlights - who would've known a Slytherin would ever be speechless. The laughter died down as Remus approached Draco to shake his hand looser than Sirius did. "You can call me Remus, him, Siri-"

"Sir." Sirius corrected, letting a small smile slip through his lips as he saw how happy Y/N looked. He cleared his throat, gesturing for him and Remus to leave. "We'll go upstairs, give you two some space."

"Nice to meet you, Draco!" Remus bellowed from the stairs, turning off the light to let Y/N know they'd be uninterrupted. Sirius and Remus went up the stairs, leaving Y/N a laughing mess. Her relationship with her parents was unmatched.

"I don't know what to say." Draco said finally, watching as Y/N approached him. He glanced at her lips momentarily, shaking away the thought until she gave her cue that she wanted to kiss him as much as he did.

Y/N caught onto his thoughts fast, slightly smirking. "Don't say anything." She said, pulling the back of his neck in as she kissed him, Draco's hands pulling her closer by the waist.

"Take it outside!" Sirius yelled down the staircase, despite not knowing if they were doing anything or not.

Y/N and Draco laughed as they stepped outside to bid each other goodbye.

"I had a great time, Y/N." Draco said, peering gently at Y/N.

Y/N looked at her feet coyly. "Me, too, Draco." She beamed. "Guess you better get going. Got a lot to tell Scorp, huh?"

Draco laughed, shaking his head to himself. "Like I said, he's going to be furious."

Y/N laughed back, which gave Draco another opportunity for a second kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow?" He asked, looking up from the ground to take one last look at Y/N before he left.

Y/N nodded. "You know it." And with that, Draco had gone but left feelings of like in Y/N.

Taglist: @daedreamss @chloeluvsdray @sunshinexweasley @evahpmcu @alexxavicry @mvdbldd @secretlynerdygeekystuff @marcela6malfoy @elizabethrosedarling @lolooo22 @lovemegood @bukoffski @onyourgoddamnleft @i-have-my-issues

[shespeaksinsongs]

Motivated Education | Draco x Reader

read part 2 >>

A/N: I swear it's less confusing than it looks in the summary.

Summary: Y/N bids Scorpius goodbye after another one of their tutoring sessions when his older brother (and heartthrob) Draco comes downstairs and proposes something to her.

Warnings/content: unrelieved tension, cliffhanger, pt. 1 to a fluff

Word count: 677 words

masterlist | request form

"Okay, Scorp, just a few things we need to fix." Y/N said, circling three words that the tiny blond had misspelled in blue pen.

"Aw, man!" Scorpius said, his hand smacked to his forehead. "I'm never gonna get good at this!"

"You are, sweetie, I promise. This is some pretty tough stuff!" Y/N said, rubbing circles on his suit-jacket-clad back. You could tell his older brother took part in dressing him.

"My brother's really good at this, you know? He has the highest grades in school except for a Ravenclaw girl he says is brilliant." Scorpius said sadly, his small hands dusting away the eraser bits as he changed his mistakes.

"And you're being taught by that Ravenclaw girl, so you can be sure that you'll be top of your class, too." Y/N smiled, fluffing up his hair. "Why don't we stop for today? I'll teach you about the compound words you were asking about next week, okay?"

After a short period of silence, Scorpius sighed, stopping his profuse erasing. "Okay. Thank you, Y/N." He said, getting out of his seat and waddling over to Y/N's waist, hugging her tight.

"You're welcome, my love. Now go get your brother so I can talk to him a bit." Y/N laughed, holding him close.

"He's been watching us for the past ten minutes." He said, pointing behind him up the stairwell where Y/N's most promising academic rival stood.

Y/N shook her head, laughing to herself at Draco's antics, rolling her tongue on the inside of her cheek. "Thank you, love. Get some sleep. You have school tomorrow."

She watched as Scorpius' little feet pattered up the wooden stairs, the sound eventually becoming quieter until he got to his room, indicated by the sound of the door shutting. "So you watch people now?" Y/N asked, packing her bag and heading to the foot of the staircase, leaning on the railing.

Draco dramatically sauntered down, one foot in front of the other. "Just making sure my brother's being taught right."

"Right." Y/N fake smiled, her eyes squinting with a glint of mischief in them. "And the most brilliant student in school isn't enough for you?" Y/N asked, stifling a laugh when Draco's cheeks tinged pink.

"Well, I'd prefer it if my mother would let me teach him, but unfortunately, I have a life, unlike some people I know." Draco said, now only a step above Y/N, the tension between them almost unbearable.

"Don't get too cocky, Mr. Malfoy. It sounds like you're implying you know me when you don't at all."

Draco chuckled, stepping down, so they were finally at the same level. "Well, I'd like to." He said, not really thinking about the words leaving his mouth. The playfulness in his eyes left and was replaced by a much more hopeless look.

"You could," Y/N said, grasping the arm Draco extended as he prepared to walk her to her car. "if you raised my rates."

"Done." Draco said, fishing an extra ten Galleons out of his pocket for Y/N. "What do you say about a picnic at the Black Lake tomorrow at 7?"

Y/N "mulled" it over in her head, leaving room for interpretation on her facial expressions. "Hm... I say yes." She smiled genuinely, her eyes bright.

"Pick you up at 6:30." Draco said, staring the young Ravenclaw down, watching as his every micro-movement made her shift nervously.

"Yeah." Y/N said, now way more disheveled. "See you tomorrow, Malfoy."

Draco watched as Y/N's car reversed out of the Malfoy Manor driveway, only shutting the front door when he was sure she'd left safely. He picked up stickers Y/N had given Scorpius that had peeled off his hand and smiled to himself.

"So you're finally going out with Y/N/N?" Scorpius asked from the bottom of the stairs, his light orange dinosaur plushie clutched tightly to his chest.

"That's the plan, little bug." Draco said, swooping Scorpius over his shoulder. "Let's get you back to bed." The two giggled as Draco tickled Scorpius' feet, their happy laughs filling up the manor.

-

Taglist: @Malfoyswifeyy @daedreamss @happygalaxymilkshake @sunshinexweasley @evahpmcu @alexxavicry @mvdbldd @secretlynerdygeekystuff @marcela6malfoy @elizabethrosedarling @lolooo22