#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 ! 🌷

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Origin Stories Masterlist

summary: baby first year matty arrives at hogwarts and the first person he interacts with seems to not know him at all. matty is unsure how to feel when someone treats him like just another person instead of the dark lords son

a wonderful and exciting collab with my best babe @musingsofahufflepuff <3 we hope you all like it

Year One:

part one

part two

part three

Year Two:

part four

part five

part six

Summer:

part seven

Year Three:

part eight

[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.

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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.

[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

[cassiopeia-longbottom98]

Stupid Malfoy

Relationship: Draco x Nott fem reader

Summary: Y/n gets detention with Professor Umbridge. Will Draco be a supportive boyfriend or will he mess everything up?

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Sniffling, I make my way to the library to meet up with Draco. I had just gotten out of detention with Professor Umbridge. I had been late to her class today due to having to visit the hospital wing. Pansy had gotten sick during potions, so Snape told me to take her. During detention, I was forced to use the blood quill. She said it was to remind me to be punctual in the future. I rolled my eyes.

She thought she was actually teaching me a lesson by torturing me.

I walk to our spot in the library and see Draco working on his Transfiguration assignment. I sit across from him and wait for him to reach a stopping point.

After a few minutes, he looks up at me. Draco reaches over and grabs my hand, the one that was not injured.

"How was detention? Did it go alright?" Draco asked as his thumb rubs across my knuckles. I look down and shake my head. "It couldn't have gone worse. S-she made me use a blood quill." I whisper as the tears roll down my cheeks.

Draco takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He couldn't believe that mad woman dared hurt you in anyway. Just wait until his father hears about this.

"Let me see." Draco says, scarily calm. I put my hand onto of the table. Draco looks at it carefully, trying to avoid hurting you any further. He makes a reminder to write home to his mother about healing salves.

"Darling, you have to make sure you don't anger her. If you would have made it to class on time, you wouldn't have detention."

My heart stops as I look up at Draco. Did he just say that? Did he really think it was my own fault? I yank my hand away from him, ignoring the look on his face. I glare at him.

"Did you just say it was my fault? You know I had to take Pansy to the hospital. Snape's orders. How dare you put any blame on me for that mad woman's doing!" I whispered angrily. Draco looks at me as if I sprouted a pair of wings and told him I was the Dark Lord.

"Y/n, that's not what I'm saying. But you have to agree that you could have avoided this. You should have hurried. So don't take your anger out on me. I'm sorry you had a shit time in detention, but there is no reason for you to take it out of me like I cut you personally." Draco said.

I cannot believe what I just heard. The man I love sat there and said it was my fault. I look at him in anger.

"A shit time! Draco, she literally scarred me. You know if the roles were reversed, you would have already sent an owl to your dad crying about it. But forgive me for taking care of OUR friend and then having my hand scarred. I didn't mean to inconvenience you."

I sat up and started to grab my belongings. I did not want to make a bigger scene than I already have in public. Draco scoffed.

"Why are you being so stupid? It was just bloody detention. Everyone gets it. And do not bring my father into this!"

I laugh angrily. "Stupid, huh? I'm being stupid."

I grab the bracelet on my wrist, the one Draco gave me when we first started courting. "Here", I throw it at him. "I wouldn't want you to burden yourself with something stupid Malfoy." I spat.

I turned and ran out of the library, leaving Draco sitting there in shock. He looked down at the bracelet and realized what he said.

How could he be so stupid. He thought. Draco knew how much your father despised you and called you stupid all the time. You were anything but stupid. You were second to Granger in all of our classes. And yet, he just threw the insult at you. Leaving his things in the library, he holds the bracelet and starts looking for you.

"Sis, I need you to breathe." Theo says, gently pushing me off his shoulder. I shake my head. How could I breathe? I basically broke up with Draco. For what? A bloody fight! Theo found me crying under my favorite tree by the Black Lake. I come here anytime I need a break from everyone. Despite being a popular Ravenclaw and dating the Slytherin prince himself, I always rather be by myself.

Theo rubbed my back as I slowly calmed my breathing. I saw the giant squid splash close by. Hearing foot steps approach from behind, I turn around and see platinum hair. I take a deep breath as Theo stands up and marches over to him. I hear their hushed voices and shoving. I couldn't bother to look up, knowing my brother was doing all the shoving. I lay my head on my legs and close my eyes.

After a few moments, I hear someone sit next to me. Knowing it's Draco just by the smell of apples and the cologne I got his the past Christmas. He waits until I raise my head. Staring out into the lake, I wait for him to say something first.

"Darling," Draco whispers as he tries to reach for my hand. I pull away. I was not going to let him touch me that quickly. He sighs, his hand falling onto the grass between us.

"Y/n, I didn't mean it at all. I'm sorry. You are not stupid. You are brilliant. You are so damn smart. Sometimes I wonder how you put up with me. Especially now." Draco reaches for me again, hesitation clear on his face.

"I am pretty sure, I blew my chance with you. You are the most amazing person I have ever met. Hell, both of my parents love you. I love you. Please forgive me. Please." Draco whispered the last part.

"You have to realize how much you hurt me Draco. You were supposed to be my one person who never hurt me. Then you threw everything my dad has always says into face. Can you imagine how that would have felt?"

Draco shakes his head. I know he felt bad. I could feel his emotions rolling off of him right now. His hatred for himself was as strong as an angry mountain troll.

I reach for his hand and linked our fingers together. His head whipped up in shock. He squeezed my hand carefully, not wanting to hurt me any further.

"Does this mean you forgive me?" Draco asked. I nod my head and look at him. "But I promise you this Draco Lucius Malfoy, if you ever hurt like that again. Remember, your own mother has taught me things you can only imagined." His face paled at the thought. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the bracelet.

"Would you please put this back on?" I giggle and let him put thr bracelet on me. I lean in and kiss him on the cheek.

"I love you Y/n. So so much" Draco whispered as he kissed me.

"I love you too Draco."

"What in Merlins name happened to you?" I exclaim, finally getting a good look at him since he sat down. Draco has a broken nose and a black eye. I start to heal him as I sit in my knees. Draco shakes his head. He's not going to tell me.

At dinner, I sit next to Draco and Pansy. Pansy and I talk about her trip to Rome this upcoming summer. Theo sits across for me and reaches from a roll. I see his bloody knuckles and gasp.

"Bloody hell Theo, what happened to you!"

[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.

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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.

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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.

[hpdmguy]

for the draw drarry badly challenge thing :> @julcheninred

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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.” 

-

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. 

-

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.

[dodgerkedavra]

Go Up to Gilead [H/D Erised 2024]

The Aurors are Harry’s whole world—right up until he carries Draco Malfoy out of Azkaban in his arms.

Harry can’t keep both, so he’s got to choose: forfeit the world, or forfeit his soul?

Word Count: ~106k

Rating: Explicit

Go Up to Gilead on AO3

Malfoy doesn’t move as Harry gets closer. Only his eyes follow Harry’s crouch-shuffle. Harry wedges himself into the corner next to Malfoy and slides his hand behind Malfoy’s back. There’s almost nothing to him. The striped grey-on-grey rags hang off skin and bone with so much fabric to spare that Harry’s knuckles don’t touch the wall. Harry repeats this process with his other arm, easing his hand under Malfoy’s knees. Makes his chest hurt and his eyes burn to feel the spindly, fucked-up joints hanging over his arm, and when he’s done, their faces are only a few inches apart. Malfoy’s eyes swim with tears. The silver-grey colour stands out, bright and feverish. “Malfoy,” Harry says, his heart sore and stinging. “Draco—” “Not Dementors,” Malfoy whispers. “Please.”

Tags and author's note under the cut ->

I really was on my phone at the moment I received my Erised match, and I really did lift my eyes from my screen and stare into the distance. It's 100% true that I thought about royally fucking up the blending portion of a soup recipe.

The parts I left out of my note on the fic: I was sitting on my front porch on that day in July because that's all I could do last summer. I kept hoping I would feel better and kept not feeling better. I'm pretty sure it was sometime in August that I looked up at my husband from where I had been napping (AKA lying in bed staring at nothing) all afternoon and said this is all I have left.

It sounded dramatic, but felt like nothing.

I had thought my increasing indifference to stuff like deadlines and paying bills was a good sign. By the time I realized it wasn't, it was like pinching the last smidgen of a balloon string between my fingers. In addition to my invisible balloon, I was also clinging to my daily walk around my neighborhood, and I just sort of understood that if I let go of them, that was it.

The invisible balloon was writing. It was (Drarry) fics. But it was also the idea of gifts, and making them, and giving them. And it was, like, profoundly important to me to maintain that practice, even when it made objectively no sense.

It's always been true that lots of things aren't clear to me before I write about them, and sometimes while I'm writing about them, but it's very clear in retrospect that I spent last year desperately trying to get a message across to myself at my bleakest, lowest point. Some part of me must have known, I guess.

Anyway, it was an honor to write for @tessacrowley and to be part of H/D Erised. I love gift exchanges and especially Erised. It's a rare experience to get to hold someone's wishes in your hands and know that someone out there is holding yours. It reminds me to hold things gently. Myself, also.

Thanks to the mods for a wonderful fest, to @vukovich for letting me talk about the Bible in the middle of the night, to @itsphantasmagoria for leaving at least 100 screaming comments, and to all my friends and betas for their thoughtful feedback and support with a special shout-out to @kamaela, @its-the-allure, and @phoenixortheflame. I am very sorry if you deserve a special shout-out and I forgot you! Pretty much all my remaining brain cells went to this story. It was worth it, though.

Read Go Up to Gilead on AO3

TAGS: Auror Harry Potter, Auror Pansy Parkinson, Healer Ron Weasley, Auror Theodore Nott, Auror Justin Finch-Fletchley, Curse Breaking, Curse Breaker Seamus Finnigan, Healer Dean Thomas, Unspeakable Blaise Zabini, Unspeakable Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy in Azkaban, Prison, Blood and Injury, Broken Bones, Torture, Aftermath of Torture, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con. Past Rape/Non-con, Guilt, Implied/Referenced Torture, Implied/Referenced Caning, Hallucinations, Mental Instability, Mental Anguish, Post-Prison, St Mungo's Hospital (Harry Potter), Healing, Injury Recovery, Caretaking, Bathing/Washing, Sentient Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Gryffindor/Slytherin Inter-House Relationships, Dark Magic, Magical Theory (Harry Potter), Avada Kedavra | Killing Curse (Harry Potter), After Effects of Crucio | Cruciatus Curse (Harry Potter), Unforgivable Curses (Harry Potter), Masturbation in Shower, Anal Sex, First Time Bottoming, Magical Cock Ring, Vomiting, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Weddings, Hogwarts Castle, Hogwarts Forbidden Forest, Self-Hatred, Draco Malfoy Needs a Hug, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, POV Harry Potter, POV Draco Malfoy, POV Third Person, POV Alternating, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Hand Feeding, Dreams and Nightmares, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Imprisonment, Godric's Hollow (Harry Potter), Crying, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Explicit Consent, Kissing, Orgasm, Frottage, Gentle Sex, Children of Characters, Despair, Hope, Touch-Starved, Forehead Touching, Hair Braiding, Hair Washing, Weasley Jumpers, Expecto Patronum | Patronus Charm (Harry Potter), self-harm, revenge, vertigo, starvation

[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.

[slitherpuffinstories]

drarry microfic (set in eighth year) ~ mixed signals

”You came.”

“I did.”

There’s a disturbance in the air, and the head and torso of Harry Potter appears right in front of him. Draco shakes his head in disbelief, doesn’t dare to let his own gaze linger at the other boy for too long. Harry’s wrists are exposed due to his sweater being one or two sizes too small, the moonlight shining through the window of the Astronomy Tower making his toned skin look almost pale. Somehow the sweater still looks baggy on him, making his wrists seem smaller than they are. Draco’s breath hitches when Harry awkwardly runs a hand over his neck and his sweater rides up, exposing a little bit of skin above his waistline.

Draco turns his attention to the floor.

“You fucking idiot. You absolute moron.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Oh, for Merlin’s- don’t be, Harry. Fuck. You’re just so stupid.”

“Thank you?” Harry laughs softly, and it sends a shiver down Draco’s spine. The familiarity of that laugh forces him to look back up, and he watches Harry carefully. Harry doesn’t hide the fact that he’s staring, too.

“You’re sending rather mixed signals, you know”, he says after a beat of silence, and Draco blinks stupidly.

“Says you”, he scoffs, and the way his voice breaks at the end might be what gives him away. Or perhaps Harry has memorised his every facial expression these last months, like how Draco knows Harry’s every frown, every smile, every laugh. What matters isn’t what gives him away. What matters is that Harry is approaching him. Slowly and carefully. Merlin knows how much Draco needs him not to be careful right now. He needs the Harry he knows.

“Says me.” Harry’s smile is unbelievably soft. Draco had no idea that a smile could break down within him what no insults or curses could. Who would have known that someone doesn’t have to be harsh and cruel to make Draco Malfoy feel things? Experience these odd little things called feelings?

“You can’t talk about mixed signals, Harry James Potter”, he says, his voice fragile enough to barely carry but strong enough not to break. That bloody beautiful name leaves his lips in a voice quiet enough to be silenced by his exhale, and his lips tremble before being pressed together. But he can’t stop the words now, and they force themselves out of his mouth like Harry keeps forcing himself back into Draco’s life time and time again. “I told you we’re done, didn’t I? I thought I made it pretty clear. Yet you’re here, stubborn as always, you git! What makes you think that our relationship is cancelled but our stargazing date is not?”

“You never said it was cancelled, love.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, but I love seeing you flustered whenever I call you that, Draco. Look at you. Now who’s the one giving mixed signals? You can’t tell me I’m a git and that we’re done while blushing like crazy and refusing to look at me.”

“I can, and I did.”

“Hm. Cute.” Harry takes another step forward and lets his invisibility cloak fall to the floor. It’s draped over his shoes, making them vanish and creating the illusion that he’s floating a few inches above the floor. Draco feels like he is floating. He must be floating. Maybe the breakup did kill him, and that wasn’t just him imagining things, and now he’s a ghost doomed to haunt this very tower forever. The tower where he broke up with Harry beneath the stars. The tower where Harry is now back, where they’re both together again, and Harry is staring at him with stars in his eyes. That shine makes up for the lack of stars outside, and Draco doesn’t regret coming up here one bit, even though it’s cloudy and cold.

“Harry.”

“No, I didn’t come up here in a foolish attempt to win you back, Draco. I didn’t think you’d be here. After all, you broke up with me. I didn’t think there’d still be a date.”

“This isn’t a date.”

“Then what are you doing here?”

Draco can’t help but stare at the matte black mess that is Harry’s hair after he has just woken up. “The same as you, probably. Except I didn’t manage to fall asleep no matter how hard I tried, and you seem to have gotten at least a few minutes of sleep before you decided to take a late night stroll up here.”

Harry doesn’t ask him how he knows it, just nods gravelly. “I dreamt of you.”

“Hm. Cute.”

“Not quite, actually. I think I prefer the real version of you over dream-Draco. He’s quite cruel, you know. Not very cute when the person you love is yelling at you, telling you that you’re worthless and a fool for falling for him.”

“I’m sorry.”

There’s silence, and then Harry snorts. “Are you seriously apologising for your actions in my dreams right now, Draco?”

He blushes furiously and looks away. “Yeah. Sorry.”

“You fucking idiot. You absolute fucking mess of a person.”

And before Draco can process what’s going on, he’s being pulled into a tight hug. With his face full of unbrushed, black curls and a fist full of Gryffindor sweater, Draco can finally relax for the first time in days.

When they part many minutes later, the first thing Draco does is wipe the stupid tears out of his face with his sleeve, and he clears his throat awkwardly.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay, Draco.”

Once again the words come tumbling out of his mouth. “But what if it isn’t? What if dream-Draco was right, and you’re a fool for dreaming of me and wanting to be with me, and I’m a fool for wanting you? What if I am a fucking idiot? What if this—“ He gestures at his puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks. “— is who I am? And what if real Draco is out to hurt you? Without even knowing it. What if I hurt you, hurt you by breaking up with you again of fear of hurting you, and what if I just aren’t good enough for you or right for you and what if—“

“How about I just cut you off right there?” Harry manages to put an end to the stream of words with one look. “There. Now that you’re done talking nonsense — because you are done, I hope? — what do you think about the two of us finally making that stargazing date happen? Like, right now?”

Draco can’t believe what he’s hearing. “Potter, did you even listen to anything I just said?”

“Indeed I did, and I came to the conclusion that it was all utter bullshit. I’m not saying your feelings are though, and we’re going to have to have a talk about all of that. But not right now. You’ll feel better after we do something else, something fun to get your mind off of the bullshit! Trust me!” Harry beams at him before taking Draco’s hand in his. “Stargazing it is!”

“Potter, there are no stars to gaze at.”

“What? Oh. Yeah, you seem to be right about that. Blimey. Well, Astronomy Tower and all, I guess that leaves us with one option then.” Draco can’t help but huff something that could be a laugh at the way Harry wiggles his eyebrows at him.

“Remind me again when and why I fell in love with you and your weirdness.”

“Remind me again if you’ve ever outright told me that you love me before?”

“I, er, I don’t think so. Sorry, I didn’t mean to—“

“Well, you can’t take it back now! This means you’re stuck with me forever, there is no escape!”

“Oh, the horror.”

~ the end ~