#hurt draco malfoy

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Silence Isn't Golden snippit

hi i got really excited this one even got voted on and it gave me enough muse to write a lil so I'm gonna share it with you as a treat (it's under the cut, the link is for the full fic)

love you and please read the tags 💚

TWs: torture/kidnapping, mentions of sexual assault, mental abuse, anorexia/eating disorders, suicidal ideation/attempt

Tags: Mute!Draco, post HBP and the battle for hogwarts, sequel to Certainly Professor, evil!Snape, auror Harry, draco is also a hedge witch, isolation, sad!Draco

Day 17 in confinement

Counting the seconds as the seemingly endless days pass in isolation and agony becomes comforting. It's the only reason I know how many days its been. There are no windows in my cell. No clock. No art on the walls in the room in front of me either. Just three concrete pillars with a glass front and my shattered psyche to keep me company in the darkness. 

It's also coincidentally the first day the door to the upstairs opens. It feels monumental, if not fucking terrifying. Harry’s hands on my skin are the only thing keeping me from succumbing to the full force of my anxiety. 

The man who comes down the stairs is not the man who purchased me. He’s younger, taller, and strikes a familiar chord in my brain though I can’t be sure of any facts any more. Maybe I’ve met him, maybe not. 

“Oh how the mighty fall,” the man chuckles cruelly. Whether or not I know him, he knows me, and I push myself further back in my cage. “Though it does give me peace to see two Malfoys behind bars. Metaphorically in your case.”

He takes as many steps forward. His hand touches the glass. It doesn't electrocute him. “Can’t say I don’t love this. Seeing your posh ass so fucking destitute. You’re so pathetic Draco not even your father would spit on you if he could see you now.” The man cackles then, hard, before spitting a harsh truth I hoped I wouldn't have to face yet. “If he was still alive that is. Can’t say you don't deserve the same punishment. You and your entire wretched bloodline. Everything you’ve done to mine, for generations.”

‘I didn't do anything,’ I insist, though no sound leaves my lips. I may have been pulled into and forced against my own will to commit atrocities in my 6th year but- I’ve never hurt anyone, not like that. Nothing permanent. Nothing that couldn't be reversed. 

At least I don’t think… 

The man's eyes continue to rake over my body. 

“No ones looking for you. Now that the Dark Lord is dead, the world is rightfully hostile towards any and all of his followers. Many are even willing to pay a substantial amount to get their hands on former death eaters. At least, the ones not already in line for execution in Azkaban. But you just happened to luck out of that charge didn’t you? But I’m sure that had everything to do with Severus, not you. You're not particularly clever.”

He’s right, I’m not. Dumbledore even said so before he died. My fathers been saying it for years. 

“I’m going to torture you Draco. To the brink of death. And then, I’ll heal you. And then, I’ll start again.”

‘WHY! FUCKING WHY! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!’ I demand, though none of my words will ever be heard. The man seems to understand anyway because he says,

“The Malfoy line will end with you. Don’t you get it? It’s the only way to restore balance to the world.�� 

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slytherin boys' reaction to being interrupted while you were speaking.

so, the thing is: this week has been terrible and the potato manifestation did NOT work. </3 not only did my exam went terribly, but i'm really sick too— i'm so sorry for taking so long with the requests! 🤕

mattheo riddle x reader, theodore nott x reader, lorenzo berkshire x reader, draco malfoy x reader, blaise zabini x reader. fluff! i hope you enjoy. 🌷

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THEODORE FUCKS OUT OF THE CONVERSATION IMMEDIATELY. this man couldn't be bothered to continue to listen to the rest of the group, focusing his attention on you now. due to his introvert nature and having been a quieter kid during his first two years at hogwarts, theo understands the struggle. so, hand shoved on his pocket, theo reaches to brush his fingers on your cheek, gently calling your attention to him, and only him. 'you were saying? i want to hear the rest of it.', theo assures you, getting your attention out of the group of people (and distracting you from the embarrassment / hurt from being ignored), to have a conversation with him and only him. would enjoy the attention.

if the two of you are really close friends or in a relationship, theo would talk with those people separately; if the group was his slytherin friends, then theo would warn them to be more attentive about not interrupting you. would be mad if someone called you or him dramatic about it.

MATTHEO WOULD HAVE ABSOLUTELY NONE OF THIS, and stop this fuckery the same second it started. this man wouldn't have private talks or warnings like theodore did; the second someone interrupts you and your voice fades, mattheo will slap the back of their heads (if it's a boy) or nudge them with his elbow (if it's a girl), telling them to shut the hell up, since you were speaking first. then, with everyone silent, he'd nod at you, gesturing for you to continue what you were saying: 'go on babe, you weren't finished.'

this could feel so embarrassing, though; having this group of people all silent and staring at you, for the uhm, wrong reasons? if you complain or talk to mattheo about this, he'll just shrug, totally unbothered. 'can't fucking stand pick me people needing to shout and interrupt others. they're the ones who should be embarrassed, anyway.' and yes, he'll do it again. and again, and again. no one walks over his girl, nuh-huh.

LORENZO WOULD SILENTLY TAKE CARE OF THIS, with his passive-aggressive attitude. no one disrespects you, or his friends, in front of lorenzo without him having a say about it. would wrap his arm around your shoulders, a silent yet protective shield, as he lets out a little laugh. should anyone question it, lorenzo nods in the direction of the one who interrupted you: 'nothing, it's just funny how this one feels so important to the point of interrupting others. go on, tell us what's so important to interrupt my girl.' — an invitation for the said person to fuck off, because honestly, even the people around you would give them side glances, now that lorenzo remarks how rude that actually is.

i said it once and i'll say it again: this man is a bit of a bitch, and i love him for it. check his headcanons here!

DRACO WOULD TAKE THIS PERSONALLY, and be so, or more, offended on your behalf. you see, draco perceives that anything done or said to you, is a direct attack to him— something about growing up and seeing how lucius malfoy always protected his mother, narcissa malfoy, that stirs up protectiveness over his partner. like mattheo, draco directly takes care of the matter; would turn his attention to you, talking louder than whoever interrupted your words: 'darling, you didn't finish what you were saying. some deaf idiot must have not heard you talking first.' and, you see, draco malfoy is quite the queen bee of slytherin, so that alone is more than practice to deal with someone trying to step over you— and by extension, him.

actually so, so mean to whoever thinks that it's funny to be the slightest rude or disrespectful to you; no one will make fun of you in draco's presence. i mentioned this here too!

BLAISE WOULD DISCONNECT FROM THE CONVERSATION, very similar to theodore. the first thing blaise worries about, is your well-being— your feelings, caring if you're hurt and wanting to make sure that you won't take it personally. blaise offers you a smile, resting his hand on the back of your hand and massaging there, incredibly gentle to not mess up your hair: 'don't mind them, pretty girl; these idiots are way worse after some drinks, trust me. wanna tell me what you were saying? i'm all ears.' if you feel like only talking to him, blaise will have his full attention on you, catching up with his friends afterwards.

would silently reassure you with physical touch. as in, guiding you to stand in front of him, his strong arms wrapped around your shoulders and caressing them, while resting his chin on your head. sometimes, blaise can be the center of a conversation, with his great humor; other times, he's more of a listener. would always have 60% of his attention on you, and 40% on the group.

🪻 ; . . . fandom : harry potter.

— the first slytherin boys react i've done, me thinks? once again tysm for reading, and requesting! i'll tend to them as soon as possible. (i'm so sorry i'm a perfectionist. ����)

the headers + gifs + icons aren't mine. credits to the respective creators ! 🌷

[st4rr-girrl]

cheater pt 2 please 🥹

Cheater Pt 2

M.R x Fem! Reader

Summary; Mattheo Riddle, one of your close friends notices your sad energy. He attempts to cheer you up.

Thanks for the request, enjoy! xx

Warnings; swearing, angst, hurt/comfort, mentions of smut/implied sexual intercourse, nicknames; bunny & Mi Amor

Side note; Bunny is ur nickname that Mattheo gave you a long time ago, like when you were little. You found a bunny at the park and adopted it and he started calling you bunny. (Idk thought it was cute)

A/n: Should I make this a series? I know I never finish my other ones bc idk where the plot is going nd I lose motivation but ik what to write for this.

Now playing; never felt so alone -labrinth

Up next; see how I circle/labryrinth

Staring at your plate, filled with foods you would normally dig into, you felt an inexplainable emptiness in the pit of your stomach. Some people were already heading off to their dorms for a good nights sleep, since the school year was almost over and finals were coming up.

Although you were surrounded by people you loved, you still felt a bit lonely. You lost the one person who understood how you felt. You didn’t miss his longing gaze, that stared at your melancholy expression. He wanted nothing more than to hug you and tell Astoria to fuck off, but he understood what he did was wrong.

You’re just protecting yourself.

You glanced at your long-time friend, Mattheo, who was shooting daggers at Draco.

Just as your thoughts were about to consume you, Pansy spoke up. “Earth to Y/n?” She noticed the sad expression on your tired face, and attempted to cheer you up.

“Sorry.” You furrowed your brows and shook your head. “What were you saying?” Pansy pulled you out of your trance-like state.

“We were just debating which was better; butter-beer, or chocolate frogs.” Pansy raised a brow, awaiting your answer.

“Well chocolate frogs are good,” Pansy felt hopeful that at-least one person would agree with her about her favorite treat. “-but…” her face dropped. “Sorry Pansy, chocolate frogs get away too easily! And butter-beer is top tier.” You raised your hands in defense, while Pansy sighed and admitted defeat while Theodore teased her. A spark of happiness fluttering for a moment. You smiled contentedly, before you felt that damn stare.

You frowned and bounced your leg up and down. You felt a hand on your bouncing leg, and looked up. Mattheo was smiling reassuringly. “You ok?” He whispered, gazing at you with adoration. You two were in your own little world while the others talked. He gently grabbed both of your hands.

You smiled softly, about to answer when Astoria came in. She sat on Draco’s lap and stared right at you with a devilish grin.

Your eyes widened slightly, while tears filled your eyes. Draco could no longer face you without shame. You bit your lip and faced back to Mattheo who glared at Draco and Astoria.

“I think I need some air.” You said quickly, pulling your hands from Mattheo softly as you rushed out of the dinning room.

You headed through the halls, not noticing the tall male that followed behind you.

You debated where to go, before your mind lingered around going to the astronomy tower.

So thats where you went. You ran up the stairs and collapsed to the floor, holding yourself while sobs wracked through your body.

Someone sat beside you, and you sniffled before glancing up. It was Mattheo. A part of you was expecting Draco to be there, but it was nothing more than a silly thought. Besides, seeing Mattheo was a lot better than seeing Draco. A pleasant surprise if you will.

Mattheo pulled out a cigarette, putting it to his lips and lighting it. He handed you one.

“Mattheo, you really need to stop smoking.” You said, but still took the cigarette and let him light it.

“I’ll stop when you stop.” He smiled, making you shake your head and smile, while wiping your tears. You didn’t wanna cry in front of him. It was embarrassing, even though you’ve known him forever.

You took a puff of the cigarette as Mattheo scooted closer and wrapped an arm around your waist.

You leaned your head against him. You too were super affectionate before you started dating Draco. You’d cuddle, hug, a kiss on the cheek or head every now and then, but Draco was upset with this. Reasonably, of course, but it cause you and Mattheo to drift apart slightly. Draco was always possessive of you, so you saw less and less of your friends. Ironic, huh.

So this type of affection usually wouldn’t make you flustered, or give you butterflies; but it did. Heat crept up your neck, and you felt nauseous, as if butterflies were flying in your stomach.

“Yknow…” Mattheo said, disturbing the comforting silence. You hummed, looking up and noticing he was already glancing down at you. “There’s a bright side to this.”

You raised a brow. “And that is?”

“I can tell you something I’ve always wanted to.”

“And that is?” This caught your attention.

“I really like you, Bunny.” Your eyes widened as you stared, searching for anything that would tell you that this was some type of sick joke.

Gladly, there was no trace of him playing with your feelings. Only raw, sentimental emotion.

“I-I really like you too, Mattheo.” Your mouth tripped over your words as a faint blush crept up your neck to your cheeks. He cupped your cheek with the hand that didn’t hold a cigarette. You cupped his cheek as well, but your hand did hold a cigarette.

You both leaned in slowly, meeting one another in the middle. You smiled into the kiss, and melted in his hands.

You got on his lap and grinded, the once innocent kiss turning into something less innocent.

One things led to another and….

—

You shifted in your sleep, feeling a warm pair of strong arms wrapped around you. You smiled contentedly, turning around and facing Mattheo. To your surprise, he was already awake.

“Hey, bunny.” He said, smiling at the nickname he gave you a long while back.

“Hello Mi amor.” Mattheo spoke Spanish, and you took a few classes with him, so you started calling him that.

“Are we official?” He asks.

“What do you mean?” You ask with a raised brow. “I mean we had sex, so I’d like to believe we’re official.” You laugh, as he laughs along. His laugh vibrates his chest, and it give you butterflies.

“We should probably get ready for class.” You considered, softly getting up from the bed. “We don’t want anyone catching us in the same dorm room do we?” You added, before he could protest.

“Finee.” He groaned, getting out of bed gingerly.

He kissed your cheek, before you left to your dorm with all your school clothes in your hands.

—

Time rolled by quickly, and it was now dinner.

You were late, per usual, but this time your melancholy expression was replaced with one of happiness.

Astoria was sitting on Draco’s lap, and staring at you with confusion. Why weren’t you upset?

You strolled happily to the slytherin table, and took your seat right on Mattheo’s lap. You stared at Astoria with pride, and scowled at Draco.

Kissing Mattheo on the cheek, though it was not for revenge. You just loved him.

And this time, you were not letting anything get in the way of that.

[reliand]

I can't believe I forgot to post this here, but this was what I made for HD Hurt/Comfort Fest 2024!

a Tangled AU where Draco is the Rapunzel in the tower, and Harry is still Hogwarts student/savior. A boy just on a mission to go to school, defeat evil, and accidentally fall in love.

As soon as I seen this prompt by @lucifergraced I knew I wanted to draw it so bad. Draco's hair is my favorite thing to capture and to get to draw yards of it? Sign me the fuck up. Also "I See the Light" always makes me cry and is one of the most beautiful scenes in animation, so I wanted to try my hand.

[creativelyunori]

Fic - 9 ½ Days by the incredible @magpiefngrl !!

I said I might start posting some of the fic binds I’ve done and what better to start with than my all time favorite drarry fic! I’ve read this fic so many times that it feels like coming home, it’s my go to re-read. I love reading when i’m travelling the most, I can just lose myself in this fic so easily,, everyday i’m so grateful that this fic was finished.

I wanted the cover to look a bit like a map that the boys had doodled on despite this never happening in the fic I can just see it so clearly. I wanted it to be full of the references and nods to the story that were stuck in my head. my favorite part of this bind is by far the dried flowers on the final page,, I have no idea why but Draco making the bouquets at the cottage kept rattling around in my brain so i just,, made some in the back. The flowers are not at all accurate with what’s in the story but I was working with what I had

[oknowkiss]

fic claim: hyacinth

a self-prompt for @hd-hurtcomfort-fest 2024!

RATING: M PAIRING: DRARRY WORDCOUNT: 7K WARNINGS: MCD, Hanahaki, Parental Abandonment/Disinheritance, Thoughts of Violence

Read on AO3 Here!

Spotify Playlist here! Additional Tags: First Person POV, Harry POV, Married Drarry, Drarry in the Muggle World, Draco #1 Cars Fan, Draco also loves Nandos, Drarry in a Cottage, University Student Draco Summary: Draco receives a letter. Inside is a note from a lawyer and a single, purple petal, the same color as the hyacinths his mother used to grow. This is what happens after.

welp! here it is. the sad fic that's been brewing in my head for two stinking years. thank you so much to (in no order) a) @hd-hurtcomfort-fest for providing a space for this fic, b) @citrusses for the heroic beta, c) @wolfpants @hoko-onchi-writes @eveningstruggle @dumbledoodlewriting @eggbagelsjr for your encouragement as i kept running up against the inside of my own skull during the writing, d) everyone who has read so far. as i mentioned in my a/n, this fic is largely inspired by lived experience, and words cannot express how meaningful all of your comments have been over the past month. it is, generally speaking, terrifying to put your writing out there, even more so when the writing is a torn out piece of your heart. your comments have touched me deeply. may we all heal our wounds together.

finally, because i'm incapable of being this vulnerable for too long, i'd like to share that during research for this fic i learned that hyacinths are (possibly? definitely?) named after hyacinthus, who was one of apollo's astoundingly beautiful lovers. hyacinthus tragically died when apollo beaned him in the forehead with a frisbee, and it is said that the hyacinth grew out of his blood. if the reality of this fic hurts too much, just pretend one of them dies from frisbee instead.

[valoale]

Sketch Saturday or me trying to be more active here with art

Q: Harry has ran after him in the pouring rain and is calling for him; what is he saying?

[moiravim]

'I Miss When We First Met' Masterlist

Main Masterlist

WARNINGS: Female YN, angst (hurt/comfort), slow burn, death.

Summary: YN Potter, adopted daugheter of James and Lily potter, falls in love with Draco Malfoy. As she gets sorted into Slytherin her relationship with her brother begins to fall apart. Soon she becomes friends with Luna, Neville, and Ginny. As the years go on YN and Draco form a secret relationship. When YN meets Lorenzo a love triangle forms, complicating things even more. Will Harry find out about the relationship between Draco and YN Will YN discover the identity of her biological parents?

Relations:

Draco x reader (romantic)

Lorenzo x reader (romantic)

Harry x Sister!reader (platonic)

Neville x reader (platonic)

Ginny x reader (platonic)

Luna x reader (platonic) etc.

Pinterest Board!!

Chapters

Introduction

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapters 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

37.5

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Thank you so much for all the love I'm receiving on this story, I'm excited to write more and post it for you guys!!

This story is also being posted on my Wattpad, so if it's easier for you to read there, go ahead (my user there is also moiravim).

[allofthelights11]

GORGEOUS art created especially for Out of Time by the immeasurably talented Talita Asami!

Out of Time is a 6th/7th year Horcrux hunt rewrite. It's a WIP updating 2x a week.

It's the third in a series, but is the primary work. The prequel works explore Hermione propositioning him to lose her virginity and their subsequent inability to keep their hands off each other. Lots of fun, but not necessary for plot.

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Hermione knew when the war comes, she should have certain boxes checked in advance. She didn't expect to fall for the person she propositioned, someone who only earned the role because he was (a) fit and (b) not a friendship she'd be risking with a good shag. Now they're hiding it from Harry, Ron, and everyone else, while Draco balances his growing obsession with Hermione alongside his mission deadline to allow a Death Eater breach of the castle. Featuring possessive and dangerous Draco, BAMF Hermione, jealous Ron, good friend Ginny, double/triple/quadruple agent Snape, good Slytherins (Theo, Pansy, and Blaise) and very, very bad ones, and a little T.S. Eliot. Still to come: castle invasion, locket retrieval, ill-fated camping, snake encounters, and Horcrux hunting - complete with all the toxic infestation and mental poisoning the Horcruxes bring along for the ride.

[itsphantasmagoria]

FIC CLAIM from @hd-hurtcomfort-fest

Live Laugh Love, Draco Malfoy (E, 16.5k)

Draco deserves to suffer, and he will go out of his way to do so.

(read it here)

Thank you to @dodgerkedavra for being there with me as we screamed our way to the final deadline and reading and giving me advice, and @its-the-allure and @kamaela for their thorough and fast last-minute beta read (and also calming my nerves about the smut scenes hahaha)

This was my first time writing smut and I'm nervous about it (says the lady who has an entire multi-chaptered work on AO3 of nothing but Drarry smut art)

[iamnmbr3]

harry definitely not heterosexual potter is the funniest thing to me because i literally cannot remember a single time in the book where he thinks “i should probably be nervous about draco trying to kill me because i am literally convinced that he is willingly working with voldemort.” no. he was like “oh draco? yeah he is definitely working for voldemort and he is so evil because did you see the way he is combing his hair now? probably switched shampoo. he would never change conditioner, that thing works wonders. what do you mean, this is common knowledge. anyway, he is so evil and definitely working for voldy. but of course he won’t kill me, are you crazy? who would he talk to across the great hall? like literally you don’t even understand.” and everyone just WENT WITH IT.

Hahahahaha I KNOW! Would he feel this safe around literally any other person who he suspected of being in league with Voldemort? I think tf not!

Even once Draco has Harry incapacitated and totally at his mercy on the train Harry at no point thinks that he's in danger. Even after Draco breaks his nose he doesn't think it. After that incident Harry still is all 'can't wait to break into the Room of Requirement BY MYSELF while Draco is in there so I can see what secret evil mission he's working on for Voldemort' and at no point does he worry that going in without backup could end badly. And HE'S RIGHT. When Draco has Harry at his mercy he never seriously harms him and risks everything multiple times in book 7 to protect him. This is NOT Harry seeing Draco with rose tinted glasses. This is Harry deeply and intimately understanding that Draco will not hurt him and feeling comfortable around him on an instinctual level despite every reason he has not to.

And let's not forget why Harry finally stops investigating Draco in 6th year. It's not because he decides he's wrong about his whole "Draco is a Death Eater on a mission from Voldemort" theory nor is it because he gets worried that since Draco is a Death Eater on a mission from Voldemort looking into this could get Harry or his friends hurt. No. He stops because his investigation leads to Draco getting hurt. And Harry is so horrified by this that he completely backs off and gives up trying to stop the super secret evil mission from Voldemort that Harry is sure Draco is on. Harry is like 'foiling an evil plot masterminded by Voldemort himself isn't worth it if it could lead to me hurting Draco.' He really said 'I can excuse putting myself in mortal danger on a regular basis to stop Voldemort's plots but I draw the line at Draco being upset.' In canon.

And yeah Harry cares about people in general but not to this extent. When Umbridge gets carried off by centaurs Harry doesn't even think of going after her. He's just like 'lmao bye bitch.' He straight up KILLS Quirrell in first year and when he finds out he's like 'well that sucks for him.' Tons of Death Eaters get hurt and maimed at the Department of Mysteries and Harry never even stops to check if they're ok. In second year he forces Lockhart to enter the Chamber of Secrets first in case there's a Basilisk waiting at the bottom of the chute.

But anytime he sees Draco in danger he does whatever he can to help without even thinking about it. From the time in first year in the Forbidden Forest when he immediately throws his arm out to stop Draco walking towards Voldemort to 7th year when he risks his own life and that of his friends to pull him out of the fiendfyre and reveals his presence while running through the battle so he can stun a Death Eater threatening Draco. And he does it automatically, without a second thought because Harry can't fathom a world where he wouldn't protect Draco.

[sunwarmed-ash]

Fucking Friday- fic preview 3

Here's a bit of where the next chapter of silence Isn't golden is headed

TW's: mentions of past SA, torture, kidnapping

The man who comes down the stairs is not the man who purchased me. He’s younger, taller, and strikes a familiar chord in my brain though I can’t be sure of any facts any more. Maybe I’ve met him, maybe not. 

“Oh how the mighty fall,” the man chuckles cruelly, eying the surely pathetic shell of my former self cowering on the cell floor. Whether or not I know him, he knows me, and I push myself further back in my cage. He continues his hateful monologue. “Though it does give me peace to see two Malfoys behind bars. Metaphorically in your case.” He takes as many steps forward as required to reach the glass. When his hand touches the wall, it doesn't electrocute him. “Can’t say I don’t love this. Seeing your posh ass so fucking destitute. I don’t even think your father would spit on you if he could see you now.” 

The man cackles then, hard, before spitting a harsh truth I hoped I wouldn't have to face yet. “If he was still alive that is. Can’t say you don't deserve the same punishment. You and your entire wretched bloodline. Everything you’ve done to mine, for generations.”

‘I DIDN’T DO ANYTHING,’ I insist, though no sound leaves my lips. Because I haven't! I may have been pulled into and forced against my own will to commit atrocities in my 6th year but- I’ve never hurt anyone, not like that. Nothing permanent. Nothing that couldn't be reversed. 

At least I don’t think… 

The man's eyes continue to rake over my body. Feeding on my discomfort. 

“No ones looking for you Draco. Now that the Dark Lord is dead, the world is rightfully hostile towards any and all of his followers. Many are even willing to pay a substantial amount to get their hands on former Death Eaters. At least, the ones not already in line for execution in Azkaban. But you just happened to luck out of that charge didn’t you? But I’m sure that had everything to do with Severus, not you. You're not particularly clever.”

He’s right, I’m not. Dumbledore even said so before he died. My fathers been saying it for years. 

“I’m going to torture you Draco. To the brink of death. And then, I’ll heal you. And then, I’ll start again.”

‘WHY!’ I leap to my feet, ‘WHY!? WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!’ I demand, though none of my words will ever be heard. The man seems to understand anyway because he laughs before stating,

“The Malfoy line will end with you. Don’t you get it? It’s the only way to restore balance in the world.” 

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12 Grimmauld place

“HARRY! CALM DOWN!”

I hurtle another chair across the room and watch it explode into hundreds of pieces. They don't hurt anyone because i'm not an asshole or an idiot, but what I can’t understand why we don't have a single fucking clue as to where to search for Draco! He is in danger, I can feel it. Ive been able to feel it for months, and now that Dobby has confirmed proof of life, at least two and a half weeks ago, our time is running out. 

Dobby still isn't healed enough to help us track. Hermione has been admitting that and if I was as selfish as a person on the outside as I was feeling on the inside I would have taken him and apperated the hell out of here weeks ago. Nothing is going right. Draco could be dead now for all I know and we are just standing here! Why aren't we out there looking for him?!

“WE AREN’T ANY CLOSER TO FINDING DRACO THAN WE WERE A MONTH AGO!” i scream, hurtling another chair and bursting it midair with a spell. The pieces exploded before gathering back together and getting back in line with the other chairs to be exploded. 

“AND THIS IS HELPING HOW?”

“ITS SURE MAKING ME FEEL BETTER!” Because it is. Im furious, and at least this way noone gets hurt. 

She huffs and leaves the room knowing better than to argue with me like this. Its fine. I need time to think anyway. 

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Confinement Chamber 

I don't remember falling asleep. Which unlocks very specific fears and traumas in my mind and body the second I wake up strapped to long metal table. 

‘What is this? What are you doing to me!’ I shout, thrash and scream but still nothing comes out. My movement signals him to my consciousness status and now, as I see the sharp objects in his hands, I wish I had stayed silent. ‘Please, please don’t please don’t,’ I beg, louder and louder though it never makes it into the airwaves as the needles get closer. The first one sinks into the meat of my biceps and it stings, but its a butterfly kiss compared to the electrical pulse that follows the pinch, localizes in my arm and then makes my entire body twitch in efforts to get away from the pain. 

Tears push past my defense and drench my face. I can’t keep my eyes open. I beg for him to stop, but he doesn't hear it. Or chooses not to. He just repeats the action in my opposite leg. It hurts so much worse. I pray for unconsciousness to take me. 

“You really can’t talk huh? I thought it was an act, but if you can keep it quiet under this,” to emphasize his point he pushes a third needle back into my thigh muscle and lights the charge. My body jerks but I stay silent, patient. It’ll be over soon. One way or the other. 

“This isn’t going to work,” he suddenly mutters and I know its stupid to assume that means any good news for me. He pulls the needles out and sets it on the table with a frustrated clatter. The next moment he's grabbing another device. Something that doesn't look magical in its origin. He brings the device above my throat, squinting at the screen and analyzing whatever the hell it said on there. 

“Gotta give the guy credit, this is pretty intricate spell work. If you had tried to reverse it yourself, it would have permanently severed your vocal chords. You would have felt it too. He must really hate the sound of your voice.”

I could only be so fucking lucky….

‘HA! If that was the case he wouldn't have undone it when he raped me. Couldn’t get off without my sounds, perverted old fuck.’

It's quiet. For a beat too long and then the man says,

“…..Shit. actually?”

My eyes fly open, and I'm feeling lucid for the first time in years. 

‘How the fuck did you hear that?’

“I can see what you’re saying with this machine.” 

‘What?!’

“Yeah, designed it myself.”

This feels monumental and also harrowing. This man is obviously a more clever wizard than even Severus, and that cannot mean good things for me. 

I don't say anything else, and neither does he. He pushes the machine away with frustration before clapping his hands above my bound throat. It startles me, because I've been struck too many times not to jump at motion near my face. When no other sound follows I open my eyes, only to notice hes casting in a way I'm intimately familiar with. 

‘Wait, what are you doing?’

“Gonna need you to not talk for this,” he warns,

‘What are you casting!’

He drops his hands and huffs angrily before slapping me hard across my face. I bite so hard into my tongue my mouth fills with blood. I swallow it down along with any other words of objection. 

“Shut it, don't make me tell you again or I’ll make it permanent.”

I don't move. I don't even open my eyes. Whatever spell he’s casting around my throat hurts, burns actually, like someone has made me swallow fire, but I’ve spent years numbing myself out to torture. If he wants me to scream, it won't be from this.

[eternallyungrateful]

Me to my favorite character: I love you, and you deserve the entire world 🥰😍

Also me: I'm gonna make you wish you were never born ✍️

[thusspoketrish]

Chapters 1 & 2 | The Art of Getting By

NEW Drarry Fic! Chapters 1 & 2

This is a story about love. Draco is on a desperate mission to escape the devastating voice controlling his life, taunting him about his past, and cursing his future. As he reaches his breaking point, he’s sent to a psychiatric hospital, rendered mute, and struggles to find meaning in moving forward. Harry, grappling with his own demons, has been spiralling out of control with an unchecked temper. Unable to escape the anger that has consumed him, he finds himself involuntarily committed, believing that there’s little hope in achieving the semblance of normalcy he craves post-war.

Their paths collide, and fate proves how beautiful and cruel it can be.

Please mind the tags/warnings.

Read The Art of Getting By on AO3, here.

[spearmintsmut]

My own Mudblood CH6

This is my favourite part so far. A little hurt/comfort fluff and also smuttt ~ hope you love it

Every page you read was more intense than the last. You had figured witchcraft was not all potions and charms, but as you read the pages of the heavy book that Draco had lent you, you realised just how serious it could all be. Again your mind replayed the shake in his voice the day before as he stressed the unimportance of the spells you were practising - how they were no use, in the position he would have been in the year before you guessed. Behind his domineering and sarcastic tone you knew there was a scar likely made long before the war. Long before the dark lord recruited him. You didn’t have to read much on the Malfoys to know what kind of person, what kind of father Lucius would have been. No one seemed to want to bring his name up in the house, even the portraits on his library's wall were tight lipped about it even being his room when you had snuck in there. Narcissa seemed kind for a woman of her wealth and notoriety, and seemed to adore her son. When she wasn’t bragging about his accomplishments or looks, she was treating him as though he was the heir to a royal - which, you thought, he just about was in this world. He was her prize possession, her darling son. He can’t have become so damaged, so quick to to anger or righteous from his Mother’s love alone. You knew his father, and his place in Voldemort’s army must have left wounds you likely would never know completely. But you didn’t just want to know his wounds - you wanted to lick them clean. What Lucious must have put him through may be somewhat of a mystery to you, but the ache you felt in the way you never measured up to your fathers’ expectations, of never being what they wanted of you, you felt you shared with him. Though you hadn’t spilled even a single word to each other about it, you knew in that way, you were family.

As you read on, your eyes fell toward a spell you thought could be useful.

Stupefy - This spell will stun the target, and though this will not cause irreversible damage, it will temporarily render the target incapacitated.

You started to feel hopeful that in the large book of frankly terrifying spells, there were some you felt you were more comfortable in trying, and that Draco would hopefully not look down at you for bothering with. This was far beyond what you had expected your first week living with your father to be like. It was a worrying prospect that your first chance in practising this spell would be against Voldemort’s youngest hand days after learning your first spell, but you were determined not to let your anxiety ruin your first chance at a duel. You studied the chapter on the spell intently, taking mental notes and reading aloud to yourself.

You took note of a handful more spells after calculating their effectiveness and how much they would injure Draco. You had no doubt that he would have the ability to heal himself of most wounds inflicted by a beginner witch, but you didn’t want to overstep and cause the type of damage that Narcissa would curse you for causing her beloved heir. Besides, his seemingly untouched face, though forever donning a wrinkle between his furrowed brow, was far too angular and pretty to want to scar. You recalled wanting to hurt him the first days in the Manor, and he still managed to bring that anger out in you, but it would be a shame to ever have to carry out.

You had gotten into one fight in your life. Nothing compared to the fights that your stepbrother had fought, but you still remembered the crack of your fist to the face of a boy in your grade. The combined horror of what you had done and the pride you had felt in finally finding your backbone wasn’t lost to you all these years later. You hadn’t felt that anger bubble up at anyone but your father until you moved to the Manor. His continued ignorance to anything you did or felt under the same roof as your arrogant step-brother felt all too much. That was until he had spoken for you that night at dinner. Suddenly one of your battles fought the other. He hadn’t given you the time to think on it before his soothing touch became a teasing one, but now that you were alone, a strange feeling rose in your chest at the memory. Did he care about you, or was it a chance for him to exercise his dominance over an intruder in his home? It wasn’t something you could exactly ask him. He would either laugh in your face or ignore you all together - but overthinking it, mulling it over mentally until you sent yourself mad was not out of the question. He had such a way of stoking one fire and snuffing out another. He burned a flame in your stomach, and poured ice cold relief over the one in your mind. Whether it was for you or for his own sense of accomplishment and superiority you weren’t sure. You decided you’d take it either way. Without your friends or school to distract you anymore, the hollow pit in your chest would only grow if you didn’t take advantage of the comfort and company he provided, even if it wasn’t his intention.

-

A couple hours had crept by reading into spells and charms when you were interrupted by murmuring and giggles in the hall outside your room. You turned to see your Father and Narcissa embracing and you cringed at their closeness.

“Your father and I are visiting Italy for the weekend, love,” She said with a smile stretched across her face.

“But, you didn’t - what am I supposed to -” you started but she cut you off before you could argue.

“Don’t worry dear, Draco will take good care of you and the house elf will keep you fed.” Your face reddened and you felt left out once again. Of course Draco already knew before you were told anything. “Draco will take good care of you” you snickered mentally. He did that just fine last night. You had all but collapsed on him after he had done just that. You felt a flutter in your lower stomach at the memory.

They held a trunk each, dressed like they were going to meet the royal family. You figured it had something to do with their wedding planning, which you had intentionally avoided thinking about. You looked at your father, who was already staring back with a raised brow.

“You behave yourself, and be nice to Draco. Remember this is his house, you are just lucky enough to share it,” He warned and you scoffed in response. Share it? You were dragged here, you thought.

You said your brief and rudely last minute goodbyes and they left through floo in a whoosh.

You bit down the all too familiar feeling of emptiness and longing, your father leaving without an “I love you” for the umpteenth time. With eyes welling against your will, you made your way to the room beside yours, book and wand in hand. You knocked quietly, hoping he was up to the duel he had told you about. At least an extremely unqualified try and spells behind your expertise may distract from the hole in your heart your father has pried open once again. Wiping your eyes and taking a deep breath, you buried the feeling deep down as you had done time and time over.

You heard a groan and some rustling in the room before he opened it. You almost dropped your belongings as the tall boy before you stood only in boxers, hanging loosely below his hip bones. You couldn’t help your gaze trace down from his face to his chiselled chest and abdomen. The scars that peppered his skin added a layer of ruggedness to him that you still hadn’t gotten used to. As you looked up to finally meet his gaze, he smirked at you. Though you had shared more intimate moments with him in the last week than you had with anyone ever before, you still felt shy around him and cursed yourself for being caught staring.

“Are you quite done ogling?” He teased.

“I wasn’t ogling, you prat! I was just..” you trailed off, not convincing anyone, even yourself.

He huffed out a quiet laugh, looking down at you. He noticed the book and wand in your hand and looked back to your face with a raised brow.

“Finished studying already?” He asked, taking the book from you. You knew there was far more to read of it but you were at least half sure you had read as much as you needed for today.

“Uh yeah. I think so.”

“You think so? Does “thinking so” protect you if you’re attacked hmm?” He pressed and you knew fighting it wouldn’t be worth the mood it would put him in.

“No Draco, I don’t. But this is my first dueling practice and you’re gonna go easy on me aren’t you?” You asked with a devilish innocent, but deep down you did hope he would.

“You need to learn to protect yourself. What did you study?”

“It’s a surprise. But no hexes or curses. I don’t want to hurt you,” you said genuinely. His laugh bellowed through the room and you felt yourself shrink to half your size.

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried. You’re cute though,” he said as he turned to walk back into his room. You followed him in as he placed the book back with the rest. You looked around the room, taking it all in. His bed was large like yours, but with black silk covers, with deep green trim along the edges. The bed head was large and engraved with a snake, with snakes also wrapping around the posts at the foot of the bed. There were trophies lining a shelf on the wall and you walked up to inspect it. He had won them for something called Quidditch, and you wondered what it was. Whatever it was, you assumed he was good at that too, but saved yourself the speech and didn’t ask.

He had long velvet curtains over the Windows that overlooked the hedge maze and lavish gardens in the courtyard outside. Though you had the same view from your room, you had hidden away and wallowed for days and never took it all in, or bothered to explore outside the manor. The property was unnecessarily big, and it would have been worth taking a walk outside rather than sulk in your room, you decided. His room alone was immensely extravagant. He had a walk in closet the size of your room back home, lined with black suit after black suit after yet another. He had a library of books lining the book case against the wall, and what seemed to be potion vials and a cauldron on his otherwise neat desk.

“We’ll be duelling outside. You’ll need something warm,”

You had packed your own jumpers but you accepted his silent offer. He gave you the jumper thrown in his bed, and shrugged on another from the closet himself. You pulled it over your head and his expensive scent engulfed you. You hid the smile you felt, as the jumper fell almost to your knees. You’d never had a boyfriend to give you their jumpers like your friends had, and though this was far from a boyfriend situation, something in you felt you had finally experienced what you’d always watched other girls have.

The courtyard outside was massive, with large hedges around the perimeter, and a paved walkway to a comically large yard. Even the grass felt expensive as you followed Draco out to the middle. Every step you took sent your heart rate up higher. When Draco turned to face you, he sensed your nerves.

“Nervous Mudblood?” He teased, but his face was pulled into a worried frown. Though you could feel your heart drumming in your ears, you gave him a confident smile, shaking your head. He saw right through you and rustled your hair in his hand.

“You’ll be right. You won’t beat me, but you’ll be right.”

He lifted his wand to face hight before dropping it back down and taking several steps back. You had no idea what you were doing and that was becoming increasingly apparent, but you did the same. As he pointed his wand at you, you ignored the sweaty palms holding your wand and mirrored his actions.

He started to count down from three,

“Three.” You could feel your chest tighten around your thrumming heart.

“Two,” his words sounded so far away compared to your own heart beat loud in your ear.

“One,” you pushed all the symptoms of an impending anxiety attack away and tried to remember the spells you had studied.

He threw his first spell at you before you could even open your mouth. You weren’t sure if he even said it out loud. The wind was knocked out of your lungs and you were sent flying through the air, tumbling around before you landed on your back on the soft grass. You coughed and groaned, rubbing your back. As he stepped closer to make sure you were alright, you leaped back to your feet. You weren’t going to let him beat you, at least not without at least trying. You pointed your wand back at him, and said the first spell you could remember from the book.

“Obscuro!” You yelled, temporarily blinding him. Before he knew what had hit him, you yelled another with as much confidence as you could muster,

“Expelliarmus.” Light shot out of your wand toward him and he flew back, dropping his wand in the process. Nothing could have prepared you for the comfidence, the pride and long awaited reassurance that bubbled up in your chest. Nothing in your life had ever made you feel like you were living up to your potential, like you were on the right path. You almost felt bad for Draco, being disarmed so early on, by you of all people, but it didn’t outway the smug pride that you felt, knowing you were capable of it. He had already reversed the blind fold you had magically put on him and he had started to sit up when you got to him. You held your hand out to help him up, but he grabbed it and pulled you down to him.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he said surprised and you blushed without a word. “And here I thought you’d try to use those blasted levitation spells on me,” he teased and you couldn’t help but laugh. He pulled you you closer and you straddled him, holding yourself up with a hand either side of him. Looking down at his face, you noticed a small cut on his tall cheekbone. You winced at the thought that you had hurt him, even in a duel. He wiped his finger over it and wiped the small spot of blood on his crisp white shirt like it cost nothing.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I was trying to only use spells that wouldn’t hurt. I was just tryi-“

He cut you off by pecking your lips. You weren’t expecting the sudden contact but he gripped the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You melted into him like you had craved him for a lifetime. He pulled you closer until your body went from hovering over him, to softly grinding against him. You moaned against his lips as you felt him harden against his pants. Suddenly, you remembered how public this was happening, how large the courtyard was. You had felt hidden the times before, as he’d kissed you against the wall of your bedroom, even his hand under the table at dinner. But here, he was kissing you like he owned you in the open of his back yard. You pulled away and tried to open your mouth to stop but he pulled you back down to him, kissing you passionately again. His tongue slipped between your lips and licked softly at your own. His hands roamed over your back before they settled at your hips. He pressed his fingers into them hard enough to bruise, and you whimpered into his mouth. He flipped you over so you were trapped under his body before pressing his leg between your thighs, causing you to let out another moan at the pressure. Though you knew that no one but the house elf was home, as he started to unbutton your shorts, you tried to stop him. He stared down into you with lust filled eyes and kept going. He dragged them down your soft legs before unbuckling his belt. He continued to kiss you, more roughly this time, before peppering sloppy kisses along your jawline and down your neck. The wet kisses and cool air felt like heaven on your skin.

You heard him undo the zip on his pants and the sound of him shoving them down with his boxers. Before you could even look down, you felt his hard cock rub the length of you, wiping your own slick over him.

“You’re always so wet for me aren’t you? Can’t help yourself,” he said with a smirk. He tapped it against your clit and you whimpered at the pleasure that rippled through you from your sensitive bud.

You had never gone this far with anyone, and never in your life did you imagine your first time would be outside, far less with your step brother you had only just met a week ago. The excitement and blind lust you felt fought with the reality of the situation. If you stopped him, or if you didn’t, you were fucked either way. You looked up into his intense grey eyes that were darkening by the minute.

“Draco. This is so wrong .. we can’t.. I’ve never even…”

“Tell me to stop then. Say the word and I’ll stop,” he breathed in your ear. He kept his impossibly large cock in his hand, still rubbing it against your clit. You knew you should tell him to stop, but you couldn’t. You were too far gone and you knew he was too. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his back, pulling him closer and spreading your legs for him. He pushed in half way slowly, and you felt yourself stretch around him, sending a new kind of pleasure through you. Though the pain wasn’t unbearable, it was apparent and you bit down on your lip. You had used your fingers before but this was new. He noticed you wince and kissed your forehead.

“Shhh I’ll go easy on you, I know this is new for you,” he reassured with a voice softer than he had ever shown you before. He pulled out almost completely and pushed further into you the second time, bottoming out. He let out a pleasured groan against your neck and looked into your eyes. Yours almost rolled to the back of your head as you felt him push in and out. “Fuck Draco my god sso good” you moaned out.

“That’s right. You need me don’t you?” You nodded, unable to form a sentence if you tried. “You need me to teach you. You need me to own you.” His low gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine as he started to pump in and out of you. He felt so good that you couldn’t help the unholy sounds coming from you already. Aware that you were outside and not in a muffled room, you bit down on his shoulder as he fucked you. Even he couldn’t contain the moans and pants that escaped his lips as he pulled out til only the tip breached you before crashing back down into you.

“Tell me,” pants, “tell me what you are. Tell me who you belong to,” he groaned as your nails scraped down his back. He held your face with one hand and rubbed circles over your clit with the other. You felt the pressure built in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were close.

“I’m yours Draco. Your filthy little mudblood,” you almost screamed. You couldn’t believe the words tumbling from your mouth but you didn’t care either. Something so wrong had never felt so right. His thrust became more erratic and his pants harder.

“Mmm that’s right baby. You’re mine. My own mudblood,” he whispered in your ear. His. His own mudblood. The word sent shivers down your spine and this time, the word wasn’t an insult. It was a prayer from his perfect pink lips. You felt him throb and twitch inside you, sending you over the edge. Your back arched off the grass and you tightened hard around his cock, as the biggest orgasm you had ever had ripped through you like a tsunami. The feeling of you tightening and twitching around him was too much for him. He let out a guttural, heavy moan against your neck and filled you with hot cum, coating your walls with him. He pushed two more sloppy thrusts before collapsing beside you. You both lay panting and shaking as your peak plateaued beside either other. He pulled you closer and you lay your head on his heaving, sweaty chest. He played with your hair as you both tried to catch your breath.

“All mine” he whispered against your hair and you felt yourself warm from the inside. You had given yourself to someone for the first time and no amount of reasoning could have stopped you, and you were glad. The sun shone down and warmed your skin, as you lay listening to Draco’s heart beat in his chest. He rested his arm around you and you held his hand up in yours. You saw the dark mark that contrasted so high against his milky white skin and gave it a kiss. You almost felt the vibration of the magic left in it against your lips. Draco started to jerk his arm away but when you held it tighter, he gave in and allowed you to give him more light kisses to the mark. You knew any words about it would be too much, so you thought of yourself comforting him - Being the person he needed when he got it, and now, hoping he would hear you. He hugged you tighter against his chest as you thought of it and that was enough to know he heard. He knew.

[bythepen98]

Dramione ||💚❤️️

(8th year) How I view their dynamic

They grow to like each other after being forced to work together for a several month long project

They love to banter and are often seen spending time together in the library or walking hand-in-hand by the lake

smart Draco. Hermione enjoys researching and debating with him

They still fight ofc. It can be explosive

but they make sure not to leave it brewing for too long to affect their relationship

The type of couple who'll peck each other on the lips before storming off in separate directions after an argument lol

They hug each other extra hard once they make up, probably even cry a bit.

The whole school breathes a sigh of relief now that they don't have to deal with an irate Hermione and a sulky Draco patrolling the halls and taking away everyone's points for the littlest thing.