#i think Draco was probably dancing to taylor swift

[nottsbitch]

The Alchemy - T.N.

Based on the Taylor Swift song

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To say that you were stressed was an understatement. You were currently in your seat at the Quidditch World Cup, where your boyfriend, Theo, was about to begin playing the biggest game of his career.

“Calm down, would you?” came from Draco on your left. Next to him was Daphne, and on the other side of you were Blaise and Pansy.

You glanced around at your friends, their presence offering a mix of comfort and distraction. Draco, with his usual air of nonchalance, was trying to ease your nerves, while Daphne’s calm smile was a soothing contrast to the chaotic energy of the stadium. Blaise and Pansy were on the other side of you, their faces set with a mix of anticipation and support.

“I’m trying,” you said, gripping the edge of your seat. “But it’s easier said than done.”

Pansy leaned in, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. “You know, I’ve seen Theo practice, and he’s exceptional. If anyone can handle this pressure, it’s him.”

Blaise nodded in agreement. “Pansy’s right. Theo’s worked incredibly hard to get here. Just focus on the game. He’ll give it his all.”

Draco gave you a reassuring pat on the back. “Remember, it’s just a game. It’s important, yes, but it’s not the end of the world. He’s already made a huge achievement by getting this far.”

Daphne’s voice was steady and calming. “And no matter what happens, you’re all here to support him. That’s what matters most.”

As the announcer’s voice boomed, signaling the start of the match, the stadium’s roar grew louder, drowning out all other sounds. The players took their positions, and you watched, heart racing, as the game began.

Draco, Daphne, Blaise, and Pansy cheered enthusiastically as the teams flew across the pitch. The intensity of the game was reflected in their faces—Draco’s eyes were sharp and focused, Daphne’s were filled with quiet confidence, Blaise was almost vibrating with energy, and Pansy was practically bouncing in her seat.

The match was competitive, with both teams demonstrating incredible skill. Theo’s team was holding their own, but it was clear the game was going to be a nail-biter. Every goal, every maneuver, every close call had you on edge.

At one particularly tense moment, Draco turned to you with a grin. “Remember how you said you didn’t want to be here for this? You’re doing great.”

You managed a shaky laugh. “I think I’m the only one who’s more nervous than he is.”

Blaise chimed in, “That’s probably because you care so much. It’s a good thing. Theo's lucky.”

The game continued with relentless energy. The Seeker from Theo’s team was weaving through players, searching for the elusive Golden Snitch. The tension was palpable as the Seeker and the Snitch seemed to be locked in an almost eternal dance.

Then, in a flash of gold and green, the Seeker’s hand closed around the Snitch. The whistle blew, and the crowd erupted into a thunderous cheer. The match was over, and Theo’s team had won.

You jumped up, your emotions spilling over as you celebrated with Draco, Daphne, Blaise, and Pansy. The sense of shared joy and relief was overwhelming. Theo’s victory was not just his; it was a testament to the support and belief of everyone who had been with him on this journey.

In that instant of triumph, the world seemed to narrow down to one person—Theo. The moment he saw the Snitch in the Seeker’s hand, his eyes locked on yours, cutting through the chaos and noise of the celebration.

With his heart pounding and adrenaline coursing through him, Theo pushed through the crowd of players and supporters. Every step was a surge of pure focus as he sought you out. His face was a picture of exhilaration and relief, his eyes scanning the stands until they found you.

Ignoring everything else, Theo sprinted towards you, his gaze never wavering. As he reached you, he threw his arms around you, pulling you into him. Before you could say anything his hands were on your face pulling you in for a long-awaited kiss. When you pulled away his breath was heavy and quick, his voice trembling with emotion.

“I did it! We did it!” he shouted, his voice choked with tears of happiness.

You hugged him tightly, tears streaming down your face. “You were incredible! I knew you could do it!”

Theo held you close, his eyes shining with the intensity of the moment. “I couldn’t have done this without you. This trophy is ours.”

Draco, Daphne, Blaise, and Pansy joined you, their cheers blending with everyone else's in the stadium. “We wouldn’t have missed it for the world,” Daphne said warmly.

Pansy nodded, her eyes sparkling. “You were amazing out there. This is a dream come true!”

Blaise clapped Theo on the back, grinning broadly. “You’ve earned this moment. Enjoy every second!”

As the celebration continued around you, the sense of joy and accomplishment was overwhelming. But you couldn't focus on anything beside the man next to you and the smile on his face.

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[delqcate]

tonight, i'm gonna dance, for all that we've been through

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summary - y/n make the mistake of accepting a daft boy's invitation to the yule ball and she has nothing to do but miss out on the fun, but draco malfoy would change that

warnings - rusty writing, modern day hogwarts (?), so many references to taylor swift that i "accidentally" snuck in, slight cormac slander, one cuss word, quite short, not proofread

paring - d.m. and y.n.

a/n - hey, it's been a while, i know i haven't been as active and people haven't really been interested in what i write anymore but i had that one part of holy ground in my head and i saw this prompt in my fic ideas so an idea sparked, i hope you guys enjoy <3

also yes we're just going to pretend that i didn't have a breakdown earlier 😋

Y/N LOOKS OVER at the entrance. the daft gryffindor whom she decided to go to the yule ball with never came. she doesn't really know how it never occurred to her that he probably just asked her out for a stupid dare, but she saw it as an opportunity to make a special someone jealous.

draco malfoy, slytherins finest.

or in her eyes, her childhood best friend.

she wanted to ask him out; or more so him to ask her out, but she never had the guts to cause of her ever growing crush for the blonde boy. it's a little cliche but during one cruel summer night y/n invited him over for a sleepover cause she had another breakdown. she said a silly, lame, little joke that she knew wasn't even funny but he laughed, and that laugh hit her right in the heart and slowly melted into a puddle.

" y/n ? you alright there, darling ? " she snaps out of her thoughts and looks up at the voice; finding out it belonged to the same boy who owns her heart. " oh- yeah i'm fine, draco. don't worry. " she puts on a reassuring smile and watches as sits beside her. " so, where's mclaggen ? if that gryffindork stood you up i will hex him " he chuckles, not expecting her to look down and clear her throat. his mood changing almost immediately.

" y/n..did he really ? " draco looks down at her with a frown, anger slowly growing in him. she sniffles and mumbles " i think it was all a silly dare from his friends..i genuinely thought he wanted to come with me. pansy even helped me pick out a nice dress even if she didn't think too kindly of cormac. " she looks at him, her eyes now all glossy. " oh- love, c'mere.. " he hugs her gently and rubs her back, playing with her hair as she rests her chin on his shoulder.

" next time i see him i will kill him.. " he mutters under his breath, smiling at y/n's soft giggle. followed by a sniffle as she mumbles " don't mess my hair up, please. " he laughs softly and nods, mumbling, " i won't. now, you stay right here love. i have something to do. " he kisses her head and stands up, walking over to the dj. y/n watches from afar as draco jogs back to her as the dj plays a new song.

y/n's eyes widen in realization as the song plays, her heart melting like crazy as she looks over at draco's silly smile. " i know you like this muggle singer. so i suppose if mglaggen won't make this night memorable for you, how about i do? " he stretches his hand out to her and she sniffles with a wide smile, taking his hand before dragging him to the dance floor. y/n's laughs and little dance moves are the only thing draco cared about at that moment.

he takes her hand and twirls her around, laughing with her as she falls onto him. his body thankfully stopping them from falling, then it's as if they were both in a movie. time had slowed down, both of them staring into each other's eyes. and just like clockwork, they slowly leaned in for a kiss. their eyes shut, enjoying every moment. after a while they both pull back and jump a little as they hear cheering.

they both look to the side and see their friends cheering. especially a very enthusiastic pansy jumping up and down on heels, screaming, " i fucking knew it ! pay up boys ! "

they both laugh and look at each other again to share another small, but tender kiss before he leans into her ear and whispers. " i've been listening to more of this muggle singers songs and checked the name of a very interesting song i was listening to that i remember you telling me it reminded you of me. london boy, was it ? " he asks teasingly before she laughs and slaps his chest before whispering back " yes, and many others from that album. "

he chuckles and pulls something out of his pocket, " is this one of them ? " he opens his palm and inside lays two paper rings, one green and one he painted silver. y/n's mouth drops and she lets out a small squeal. " draco lucius malfoy, you did not just make us paper rings ! " he chuckles and takes one of her hands, slipping it onto her ring finger. she bites her lip to contain her wide smile as she does the same to him, whispering as she does so,

" i take this magnetic force of a man to be my...lover "

[machiavellli]

hey hey I wanna know what taylor swift song to you associate with each of the slytherin boys? I've been thinking about it all day because I already have one in mind for all the marauders and I'm interested in what you think

Ciao tesooo!!😽🩷

Mhhhh personally I think I would associate each boy like this:

Mattheo Riddle - my tears ricochet

"And I can go anywhere I want/ Anywhere I want, just not/ home"

pls this is his trauma and I live for it

Lorenzo Berkshire - gold rush

"I don't like that anyone would/ die to feel your touch/ Everybody wants you/ Everybody wonders what it/ would be like to love you"

he is my golden boy and everybody would die for this cinnamon roll, change my mind, you can't.

Theodore Nott - mirrorball

“And I'm still a believer, but I/ don't know why/ I've never been a natural, all I do/ is try, try, try"

Also trauma for his deatheater family and also because I headcanon him to be an introvert, sometimes he has to force himself in situations, and a tad insecure. He is smart, as we established in our headcanons, but he might feel like that he always had to prove himself, he is a natural, but he doesn't feel like it.

Blaise Zabini - Sweet Nothing

"’Causе they said the end is comin'/ Everyone's up to somethin’/ I find myself runnin’ home to your sweet nothings/ Outside, they're push and shovin’/ You're in the kitchen hummin'/ All that you ever wanted from me was nothin'"

I feel like this is about his relationship with his mom/dead father, I know he has mommy issues and he just wants to be loved🥺

Draco Malfoy - Would've, Could've, Should’ve

"And if I was a child, did it/ matter/ If you got to wash your hands?/ Oh, all I used to do was pray/ Would've, could've, should've/ If you'd never my way/ I would've stayed/ On my knees/ And I damn sure never/ would've danced with the devil/ At nineteen"

I know this song is about grooming and also probably one of my favourites, so I know what I am talking about here, but I imagine this song to be applied to the relationship that he had with the deadeaters, voldemort and also his parents. Everybody used him, and he was so young, so naive.

can I add Ominis and Sebastian?🧍‍♀️they are also slytherin boys...OKay I will, just ignore them in case:

Sebastian Sallow - this is me trying

"They told me all of my cages/ were mental/ So I got wasted like all my/ potential/ And my words shoot to kill/ when I'm mad/ I have a lot of regrets about that/ I was so ahead of the curve, the/ curve became a sphere/ Fell behind all my classmates/ and I ended up here/ Pouring out my heart to a/ stranger/ But I didn't pour the whiskey"

Seb is the goddest boy, a brilliant one, that was blinded by the love for his sister. He went too far and lost himself in the darkness during the process. Now, he is just a kid, full of regrets, still tasting the tears for his action and for his failure. Love is indeed a weapon.

Ominis Gaunt - epiphany

"Keep your helmet, keep your/ life, son/ Just a flesh wound, here's your/ rifle/ Crawling up the beaches now/ "Sir, I think he's bleeding out"/ And some things you just can't/ speak about/ With you I serve/ with you I fall down, down/ Watch you breathe in/ watch you breathing out, out"

My poor boy, the purest cinnamon roll ever, what adversity he had to suffer because of his family. The pain they indulged shoot straight back at him.

Sum up: everybody is traumatized except Lorenzo!

Thank you for asking, this was fun!!🩷🩷🥺

[basicallyahedgehog]

For the song prompts, number 27 if it hasn't already been claimed. If it has, number 14 :) ❤️

Hello my love! Number 27 is Shower by Becky G.

There's no massive story behind this one, but it was on the radio a lot when hubby and I were first dating, so I associate it with car rides together. The song also very much describes how I was feeling at the time - that silly-sweet feeling of first falling in love, when just the thought of them fills you with effervescent joy.

I hope you enjoy this silly little piece of Pansy POV!

My best friend has lost his mind, and it’s all Potter’s fault.

The Draco Malfoy I know and love is prim and proper, not a wrinkle in his clothes or a hair out of place. Oh, sure, he has his soft side. But that soft side still starches its shirts and follows a strict routine. 

I thought that it would be safe to leave him unsupervised for a few months while I travelled. There’d been that period after the war, when we all felt lost and scared and like we’d been turned upside down and told to start running. Back then I didn’t let him out of sight — for his sake or mine I still don’t know. 

Now, though, it’s different. We have stable jobs, and a cute little flat filled with houseplants that we — generally — are able to keep alive. We both have wide circles of friends, some shared, some not. Draco leaves the flat now, his cheeks rosy and eyes sparkling. Surely, given all that, I could leave him behind for a little while. 

Well, I had forgotten to include Potter in my calculations. Perfect Potter, who played no small part in putting Draco back on his feet. Perfect Potter who had promised me in his most earnest tones that he would check in on Draco, make sure he was eating and sleeping and leaving the flat. 

It seems that I underestimated how much checking in Potter would be doing. 

Oh, I knew that the pair had finally stopped pining and actually acted on their soppy feelings for each other. But I didn’t know that those soppy feelings had made Draco entirely soppy!

I walked into our flat, ready for a good old-fashioned gossip session with my best friend, full of scathing remarks after three months apart, and found him in the kitchen. Dancing. 

DANCING. IN THE KITCHEN.

And not, like, waltzing with Potter. No, I found my best friend alone, in his pyjama bottoms, dancing around the kitchen to some awful love song on the wireless. The worst part of it was, he wasn’t even ashamed of being caught! I didn’t get a blush, or a stuttered “it’s not what it looks like!” 

No. Instead, I got, “Dance with me, Pans!” as he pulled me in, spinning the two of us around the kitchen. 

Ok ok, I admit it wasn’t that bad. It was even fun, in a weird way. But that wasn’t the worst part!

Later, after we had finally had our gossip over wine and cheese, Draco excused himself for a shower. Not unusual, the ponce always did like his lengthy, twice-a-day showers. But then! I hear him singing. SINGING. Another dumb love song, this time about green eyes. 

Merlin, he couldn’t be more obvious. 

Eventually I got access to the bathroom — it seems that love has made his showers even longer, if you know what I mean — and that sappy git had actually drawn a heart on the mirror!

Don’t get me wrong, I am happy for him. If anyone deserves the kind of love that makes you giggly and silly it’s Draco. 

But, damnit, did it have to be Potter?? 

Send me a number between 1 and 35 and I will write a fic based on a song that makes me think of my husband.

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 182: Delicate

The lovely prompter specifically requested "Delicate" by Taylor Swift as the prompt. I feel like @phoebe-delia is really the person I would entrust to crush prompts for her songs, but I will endeavor to do my best. This is rated M for implied sexual content.

Draco lit up a cigarette while he waited outside of the dingy muggle bar. It was a filthy habit, but one he couldn't seem to shake when he was going out to drink and to dance.

Or when his nerves were spiking (not that he'd ever confess to that). He didn't know why he always showed up early, it only ever served to make him more anxious, but some old habits died hard. Others, he thought as he glanced down at his muggle jeans and wide neck white tshirt, had died very easily indeed.

"Hey."

He looked up to see Harry approaching and he stole Draco's breath the way he always did. He had changed too. A lot. He'd grown into himself in the two years following the war, he was a few inches taller than Draco was now, his shoulders had broadened and filled in, and his hair was long enough to get swept up into a loose bun on top of his head. He wasn't sure how much of that was normal teenage growth and how much was a result of Harry getting bitten by a werewolf and turned.

Perhaps most importantly, though, he'd covered himself in tattoos. Flowers covered his arms (they all represented something, he'd confessed one night about four months into this thing between them, whatever it was), he had sets of footprints with little scrolls containing names that covered his biceps and his shoulders, a snitch tattooed behind one ear, a deathly hallows symbol on his ankle. There was a full moon with a wolfsbane flower on his rib cage, a black dog curled just below. Across his collarbones he had antlers woven through with lilies.

Seeing only a few peaking out at Draco from under his shirt was enough to make him itch with the desire to get Harry naked. Again.

"Hi," he replied, after taking a long drag of his cigarette to keep from seeming too over eager.

Harry took the cigarette from between Draco's fingers and wrapped his lips around it. And Draco was probably a little unhinged for finding it as incredibly hot as he did.

"How was your day?" he inquired lightly; it was always best to be polite, right?

Harry groaned and shook his head, "No rest for the weary."

"I believe the idiom is 'no rest for the wicked'."

"Is it, now?" Harry asked, grinning sharply as he dropped the cigarette to the sidewalk and ground it out with his boot before turning and pressing Draco back against the wall. "I suppose I could try to fit that description instead."

He laughed, tucking a loose curl behind Harry's ear and grabbing his band t-shirt with the other hand to draw him closer and kiss him once, "I really don't think you can."

Harry nipped at his jaw, teeth stinging before he soothed it with his tongue.

"See?" he said, "Can't even bite me properly."

"Draco," he growled in warning.

"Teasing," he said quickly, even though they probably both knew it wasn't entirely true. He'd tried to provoke Harry into turning him a few weeks after they'd gotten reacquainted. Harry had called him out on trying to piss off his dad. He hadn't been entirely wrong but he hadn't been entirely right either. There was something hot about the idea of turning with Harry, of spending full moons together, running through forests.

He hadn't said that, of course, because Harry would think he'd lost the plot completely.

"Let's go inside," he murmured, teeth scraping over Draco's jaw and neck, making Draco shudder and press his body against him. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Yeah."

"Long Island?"

He nodded, chasing Harry's lips for just a moment, Harry hummed and kissed him back, lips moving against Draco's, tongue brushing over Draco's lips as he sought entrance. And Draco didn't think he'd ever get over kissing Harry. Especially where other people could see them. It made his blood sing every time. His reputation was absolutely appalling and Harry kissing him in public always made him have the wild hope that Harry actually liked him.

When Draco pulled back a bit to catch his breath, Harry hummed, following him and kissing at his chin and jaw. “Find us a table to have our drinks at while I fetch them?”

“Fetch them,” he repeated with a laugh. “Just an overgrown dog.”

Harry shook his head but he was grinning like he couldn’t quite help himself. “You’re trouble.”

“You like it,” he teased, pressing his body against Harry’s even harder.

“Merlin help me, I do,” he groaned before pulling away and dragging Draco off the wall.

Once inside, Draco looked around and spotted an empty table off to the right and made his way over to it, casting a discreet (wandless) cleaning charm as he sat down. A few seconds later a thoroughly average looking bloke slid in across from him and gave him a grin, "'ello, luv," he said.

Draco gazed at him coolly, "I'm not interested."

"Aw, give us a try, first," he said, walking his fingers across the table toward Draco's hand.

He resisted the impulse to pull away and watched his progress. "I wouldn't do that if I were you."

At that, he covered Draco's hand with his own, "Why's that?"

"I'm not interested," he repeated.

"Come on-"

"I think he politely asked you not to fucking touch him," a voice growled behind them.

A chill stole up his spine at the possessive tone of Harry's voice, Draco smirked as the man spun to see Harry standing behind him with their drinks in hand. The man paled as he took in Harry's form and the barely concealed rage.

Harry set the drinks down on the table, "Get out of here," he said, voice low and dangerous as he leaned toward the other man, his body imposing. "Do not come back. Do not inflict your presence on people who do not desire it."

"I was only-"

"Do not lie," he said, nostrils flaring and lip curling in a snarl. "You reek of ill intentions."

He didn't seem to want to stick around to hear more about what Harry had to say, so he turned and fled the table, moving toward the door.

Harry stood unnaturally still as he watched him, waiting until the door closed before he slid into the chair the man had vacated.

"My hero," Draco tittered, fluttering his eyelashes.

Harry huffed a laugh, shaking his head at Draco, "fuck off."

He grinned and sipped his drink, and they drank in companionable silence for a few minutes, Harry's foot slowly tracing its way up and down Draco's shin.

When he finished his drink, he held out a hand and Harry threw back his second double of whiskey (his tolerance had gotten significantly higher once he'd been turned) before taking it and allowing Draco to pull him out onto the dance floor. Draco turned in his arms and kissed him as Harry wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in closer still, hips grinding slowly against Draco's.

He lost himself to the sway of Harry's hips, to the caress of his hands, the press of their bodies together. For his part, Harry seemed equally lost to the world, focused solely on Draco and their bodies. "Godric," he hummed, mouthing over the column of Draco's neck, "You're so-"

"Harry," he said, groaned really, as he tilted his head back and let the other man kiss and suck at his neck.

"-fucking gorgeous," Harry finished. "Want to get out of here?"

He nodded and Harry grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the door, he slammed Draco against the wall in the alleyway and kissed him until all of the muggles had disappeared.

"Hold on," Harry murmured against Draco's lips, grinning sharply before disapparating them back to Harry's flat. And Draco lost himself in Harry a little more until the two of them were too tired to stay awake any longer.

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When Draco woke again, Harry wasn't in bed anymore and he must have been gone for a while, given that Draco was actually feeling kind of chilly. He stretched and let the last vestiges of his very hot dream about Harry fade away before climbing out of bed and pulling on one of Harry's flannel shirts.

He wandered toward the balcony and stepped through the door, Harry was staring out over the city, elbows leaning on the balcony railing.

"Hey," he said softly, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist and hooking his chin over his shoulder.

Harry tensed for a minute before consciously relaxing, rubbing his thumb over Draco's forearm.

"I was having the best dream," he murmured into Harry's neck.

The other man huffed a soft chuckle, "Oh?"

"Mmhmm," he hummed. "Remember that night you took me to Paris?"

Harry laughed, "Oh, that must have been a good dream."

He tucked his smile against Harry's bare shoulder, "Yes. You really do have a skilled mouth."

"I'm glad you think so," he murmured, turning his head to press a kiss to the side of Draco's head where it rested over his shoulder. "My mouth quite enjoys you." Harry went quiet again, mind drifting until it felt like he was miles away.

Draco swallowed and, not for the first time, wished that he could take some of Harry's burdens. Usually, he just ended up apparating away and leaving Harry to his thoughts, too uncertain about his place in the other man's life. "Do you ever dream of me?" he whispered before he could stop himself.

His breath caught and he froze for a minute, but before Draco could panic, he said, "Often."

Draco swallowed, too afraid to ask for more.

"Sometimes, in my dreams, they come after you," he said hoarsely.

And Draco wanted to ask who came after him, who was Harry protecting him from, even in his dreams.

"If you're not here when I wake up from those, it's-" he blew out a breath, shaking his head, "really hard not to apparate to your apartment to make sure you're still there."

"Harry-"

"Sometimes," he continued over Draco, "Sometimes you're doing something ridiculously hot. And I wake up hard as a fucking rock."

He nodded, inordinately pleased. "Good."

Harry chuckled, "Sometimes," he added, "we just go out and do normal things. Go out for coffee, walk in the park, you know," he said with a shrug. "Once, you walked with me on a beach."

"A beach?" he asked, wanting Harry to paint the picture.

Nodding, Harry said, "The sun was just coming up over the water, it turned everything pink and orange. You were fucking radiant. Your hair a mess, big smile on your face, shirt buttoned crooked but you looked like a dream," he said with a laugh. "Like I just wanted to bottle you up, the way you were glowing and free." His hand squeezed Draco's arm, "Merlin, it took everything in me not to just take you away to some deserted island the next day."

Draco didn't know what to say, didn't know how to tell him that he would have let him. Didn't know how to say that he wanted that more than anything.

"Sometimes," Harry said slowly, like he was afraid of scaring Draco off, "you come to me in my dreams. You let me hold you and kiss you, let me make love to you. Slow and sweet." he murmured and Draco's heart felt like it had expanded until there wasn't any room left in his chest.

"You let me stare into your eyes until I'm lost in them," Harry continued, "until they're the only thing I can see. And all I can hear is the way you say my name. All I can feel is your body wrapped around me, drawing me in, holding me fast. All I can smell is your poncy cologne, and your aftershave, and your sweat. It makes me feel fucking feral," he said. "And I-" he dropped his head, suddenly breathing too hard.

Draco slipped a hand up his chest pressing it over his rib cage where he could feel his heart pounding wildly in his chest. "Hey," he whispered. "It's okay," he breathed, kissing the back of Harry's neck.

"The wolf takes over," Harry said then, voice devoid of all emotions. "And I bite you." He rested both hands on the railing again, leaning forward slightly like he was giving Draco permission to leave.

Draco pressed a kiss to his shoulder and wrapped his arms a little tighter around him, silently promising, I'm not going anywhere. "Then what?" he prompted lightly.

"Then what?" Harry parroted mockingly under his breath like it was inconceivable. "I fucking like it, alright?" he managed, like it tore him up. "Biting you, right in that tender spot where your neck meets your shoulder; the spot that drives you absolutely fucking wild when I suck at it."

There was a rather large bruise there at the present moment to prove that, actually, Draco couldn't help but think. He did love that and he loved it even more when Harry scraped his teeth over that spot when they were nearing the end. It invariably sent him over the edge.

"I love it," he said, like a confession. "Feeling the way you writhe under me, your soft flesh under my sharp fucking teeth. It feels so good." he managed, like feeling good was something that caused him physical pain.

"Okay," he whispered, not quite sure how to sooth him in this.

"I'm fucking marking you," he finally spit. "I'm claiming you, mating is what my pack would call it."

And Draco couldn't breathe properly for a moment, "Oh," he managed faintly because never could he have imagined a confession of this magnitude.

"So there you go," Harry said, voice tight. "You're sleeping with a fucking monster. Which maybe you already knew but-"

"Harry," he interrupted, suddenly realizing the extent to which the other man was spiraling after telling Draco all of that. "Hey," he repeated, ducking under his arm and slipping around Harry's body until he was standing in front of him, back against the balcony, with Harry's arms bracketing him in. "Hey," he whispered again, stroking one hand into Harry's hair and cupping his jaw with the other.

The other man refused to look at him, keeping his eyes firmly shut.

"Look at me," he requested.

He shook his head and Draco watched a tear track down his cheek.

"You're not a monster."

A broken sob shook out of Harry's chest.

"Oh," he whispered, pulling his head down until it was tucked into Draco's neck. He realized belatedly that it was the exact spot that Harry'd just confessed to dreaming about moments before. "You're not a monster," he repeated.

"Draco," he groaned raggedly, "I could hurt you."

"You think that loving me could hurt me?" he asked. "Because that is all I hear when you talk about your dreams of me."

He pulled back, affronted, "Did you not hear the part where I literally went for your throat? With my teeth?"

"Did you not hear the part where you said that I was in ecstasy while you made love to me?" he asked. "While you bit me?"

"Draco, I-"

"Is that why you always get so bent out of shape when I tell you I want you to bite me?" he demanded. "Not because you don't want to spend your life tied to me, but because you do?"

Harry pulled away completely, turning away from Draco and heading back inside.

"Hey!" he said. "Harry, we are not done with this conversation."

"I am," Harry replied as he stepped inside and made his way to the sink.

He followed him in, shutting the door behind them and crossing his arms over his chest. "I want that too."

"No you don't," he replied without missing a beat.

"You don't get to speak for me," he said, balling his hands into fists. "You don't get to decide-"

"It would turn you!" he exploded. "Do you not get that? It would ruin your life. It would ruin your friendships, your opportunities for work in the wizarding world. It would ostracize you."

"Gee, I wonder what that must be like," he said, raising an eyebrow.

He shook his head, "You don't want this."

Draco looked at Harry for a long moment, took in his defensive posture, the pleading in his eyes, hands clenched into fists. "When you say that I don't want this, do you actually mean that I don't want you?"

His face crumpled and he turned away, "How could you?"

"You," he said, stepping lightly across the room and moving so that he could see Harry's face once more, "are not a monster," he repeated. "I am not afraid of you. Your love is not going to hurt me."

"It's not just love," he said, "It's ownership, that's the wolf's drive, the desire to possess, to claim, to own. It's-"

"It goes both ways, you know," Draco interrupted. "I love you too," he said, brave as he could possibly manage to be in the light of the gift of Harry's honesty. "And not only do I want you to claim me, to see me as yours," he said because honestly, that idea was hotter than anything and sounded so permanent that Draco's entire heart melted into a puddle in his chest at the thought. "But I also want to hold your heart. I want to call you mine, for everyone to know that you are mine," he cupped Harry's cheek, "It's not just you. You aren't alone. And," he continued, "I don't have a wolf to blame it on. Just my own instincts." Then he gave Harry a little smirk, "Not yet at least."

Harry stared at him for long moments, absorbing what Draco had just said, "I can't make that decision right now. I'm too emotionally compromised."

"I'm not asking you to make any decisions right now," he said calmly. "I'm not expecting you to drag me to bed and mark me," he added, shuddering a bit at the thought, "Although, I wouldn't say no if you did-"

"Draco-"

"The point," he continued, "is that all I want to do is make it clear to you that you are not alone."

He hummed and grasped the flaps of the flannel shirt Draco had borrowed, pulling him in closer, "not alone," he murmured softly.

"Not alone," Draco repeated, leaning up to steal a kiss. "Not anymore."

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i’m only me when i’m with you | draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader (technically slytherin!reader but it’s only mentioned once or twice i think)

warnings: none that i can think of ! don’t think it gets fluffier than this :)

word count: 1.5k

summary: based on “i’m only me when i’m with you” by taylor swift; in which there was no way draco wasn’t going to fall for reader, not when she was the only person he could truly be himself with

a/n: guys!!! GUYS!!!! my first ever request!!!! after doing a little happy dance in my bedroom i sat down and wrote this!! i’ve had this idea for some time now but this finally gave me the motivation and inspiration that i needed to go through with it  !! it’s not my longest work but i hope i still managed to deliver & that it’s to your liking :)

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He had known, far before he loved her, that he would one day marry her. Even at a time where he had been conditioned to believe that love was weakness and that the only acceptable reason to get married was to gain in status and wealth, he had known.

Maybe because she was, in fact, a far better and more talented witch than he could ever dream of being. Everything seemed to come naturally to her, in a way it didn’t even to him or most of their teachers. She was smart, easily the smartest kid in their year, if not the smartest kid in the history of Hogwarts, but she had never seen it necessary to rub it into others faces or show off in order to prove herself the way others did. There was something about her, the way an air of confidence seemed to follow her wherever she went, that made him understand from a very young age on that she would go on to achieve the most remarkable things, things Draco couldn’t even begin to imagine of achieving. He had known, even then, that if he would be lucky enough to put a ring on her finger, she would be the one marrying down.

His parents had always been more than delighted to think of a possible union with the Y/L/N’s, mainly because they were, like the Malfoy’s themselves, a pureblood family with generations of proud Slytherins, but also because they were one of the few families with a fortune even bigger than their own.

And yet when he thought back to that day when he looked at her and just knew, it wasn’t because of either of those reasons that he imagined having a future with her, one that was filled with laughter and warmth and happiness.

It was silly, really, but he was after all only eleven, and she had been his friend, his one true friend. No one liked Draco at school, he was aware of that. Even the people that considered themselves his friends only did so because they were either afraid of him or because they were clever enough to understand that having a Malfoy on their side would secure them a reputation they probably wouldn’t have been able to obtain by themselves.

She, however, wasn’t like that. They had known each other for a couple of years before they started attending Hogwarts, spending their time together at the dreadful events their parents were obsessed with throwing, finding solace in the fact that they weren’t, in fact, the only child that could not think of anything worse than being forced to plaster a wide smile on their face and have elderly women pinch their cheeks and call them “the cutest little thing”.

It upset him at first, how she seemed to be so much better at pretty much every game they ended up playing and how she just knew far more things than him, both related to the wizarding and muggle world. Now all it did was bring a smile to his face because Merlin how did he get so lucky?

It hadn’t come as a surprise to anyone, really, when during their first flying lesson Y/N was the first one to gain full control over her broom and getting the green light from Madame Hooch to give it a go and fly around them in a small circle.

She, however, refused.

Looking at him, she gave him that one smile that was reserved only for him, the one that seemingly managed to warm him from within, the one that he ended up falling in love with. “I don’t want to fly if you’re still on the ground. It’s only fun if we get to do it together.” He knew, then, that he would rather lose his own head than her.

Somehow they had managed to grow even closer over the years, smoothly evolving from best friends to lovers. It made sense then and it still did now. They belonged together, like lock and key, like night and day, like water and land.

It had been a day like any other, going to classes and then studying for exams she didn’t have to study for because they both knew she was going to pass with flying colours anyways, but sadly he wasn’t a born genius and she didn’t mind helping him out as long as it meant that she got to spend time with him. And like always it ended with them sneaking out to the lake after curfew, lying there on a blanket and listening to the crickets sing, painting pictures in the night sky and talking about things they had talked about a billion times already.

The pair of them had turned fourteen that year and people had told him he was too young and that there was no way he could possibly know, but he did. In a way, he probably always had known, but hearing her laugh at his corny jokes and telling him how one of these days she might actually turn Potter into a cockroach just for the hell of it, he knew that everything he ever needed was right there by his side. He knew, then, that he loved her.

Of course it wasn’t all sunsets and butterflies, even for them. They fought. God did they fight. It was as if two worlds were colliding, threatening to implode and destroy each other any second. At the end of it though, they loved each other too much to stay mad for long. He always made sure to show her just how much she actually meant to him afterwards and that he wasn’t lying when he told her that someday soon he would make her his wife and promise to love her until the day he died, and if there was a life after that, to love her then, too. There was never going to be anyone else for him, he was sure of that, and his heart positively melted when she looked him in the eyes and told him with as much sincerity as she could muster that he was it for her as well.  

Things changed when they started their sixth year, with both of them taking the Dark Mark and Draco not being able to live with the knowledge that the sole reason she had taken it was because she didn’t want for him to go through it alone. Sure she had denied it when he accused her of it, and yes, the only reason he had taken it in the first place was so he could keep her safe, but could she not understand how scared he was that she was going to regret it someday soon and that she would end up hating him for putting her through all of this torture? Could she not see how absolutely terrified he was to lose her?

She had held him tight when he had finally broken down, sobbing into her chest and begging her not to leave him, to never leave him because he didn’t think he’d be able to survive without her, didn’t think he’d ever want to live a life that didn’t have her in it.

Rubbing soothing circles on his back and leaving soft kisses along his jaw, she ensured him that she wasn’t going anywhere, ever, and that it would take much, much more for him to get rid of her.

“I love you, Draco. We’re gonna get through this, love. Together.”

He was glad he had her throughout it all, someone he could be unapologetically himself with, someone who he didn’t have to pretend in front. There wasn’t a single second in which he felt like he had to prove himself, not in the way he always felt pressured to do when he was around other people, even his so-called friends. Even after the war and everything that followed, he never felt comfortable to just be himself in front of others, not when he didn’t know wether they would judge him for not being as ruthless as he pretended to be, or if maybe they would think him weak for not actually being as sure of himself as he made out to be. He never had to worry about these things with her, knowing that there was not a single thing that she didn’t know about him, and that she, somehow, still chose to love him. It baffled him at times how someone as undeserving as him got lucky enough to end up with such a lady by his side, someone who could do so much better than him but still held him tight and whispered in his ear how she didn’t want to ever live without him.

In the end it turned out that there were a lot of things Draco Malfoy was wrong about, but she would never be one of them.

[sonybees]

random harry potter characters headcanons because i am bored

includes: fred, george, harry, ron, hermione, ginny, luna, seamus, dean, neville, padma, parvati, cedric, angelina, alicia, katie, cho, draco, adrian, blaise, and pansy.

warnings: slight modern!au, swearing, food mention

these are all headcanons i made on the spot so i’m sorry if they suck. i’m just really bored. it is also all over the place. a lot of these are collabs between some characters. i hope you enjoy though!

(by the way, the little dashes are just dividers)

rest under the cut!

fred would dance around his room at 3 am to literally any song.

jazz, classical, rock, metal, pop he does not give a fuck.

he woke up george once by jumping on his bed and playing all star on his electric guitar.

probably a song writer

uses “life is short” as an excuse to act on his bad decisions

dancing in the rain is one of his favorite things to do

sleeps at 3 am or pm, you decide.

hopeless romantic

good old fashioned lover boy by queen is his song

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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george loves birds and bugs. completely unrelated to the last one but it’s true.

saw an injured bird outside his room when he was 5.

he cried and immediately took it in.

also cries when someone kills a bug.

thinks the bug’s family would be angry and disappointed in him.

enjoys painting random objects in his room

loves being called pet names

something like dear, honey, or hubby would make his heart burst

loves using them for his significant other as well

hopeless romantic part 2

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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harry is a night owl and he likes reading comic books.

he likes listening to rock music. i said what i said.

prefers being alone

likes quiet places and probably has a hideout

usually doesn’t understand poetry until he reads it like 20 times

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

-

ron adores ducks.

tears up when he sees them and always used to beg molly to keep them.

still tears up to this day.

not a big fan of seagulls though

he’s scared of them

but eagles are cool

likes country and rock music

also takes an interest in photography

the breakfast club is his favorite movie

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

-

hermione loves listening to taylor swift.

reads to her songs always.

ravenclaws save her a special seat in their common room because a lot of them grew quite fond of her

a taste tester for hufflepuffs who go to katie’s lessons you’ll understand this later

she actually enjoys dressing up as well even if there wasn’t an event

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

-

ginny accompanies dean while he draws.

she just likes looking at other people do what they love so it’s not only dean.

she sometimes zones out looking at hermione read a book, always taking note of the facial expressions and guessing what she just read,

catching harry push his glasses up or cleaning them,

also is with luna every time she paints.

luna has a few artworks with ginny as her muse.

gin likes the simple things in life.

loves board games

sometimes a little too competitive

struts down the hallways with her significant other

she’d never admit it but she loves 10 things i hate about you

has a soft spot for slytherins

-

luna almost always goes with neville to the gardens.

she helps him with whatever he needs and sometimes draws a few stuff.

she’s a photographer too so she loves waking up early in the morning and taking photos.

amazing at braiding hair

and making flower crowns

likes reading royal fantasy books

watches 10 things i hate about you with ginny

has a soft spot for slytherins

-

seamus also hangs out with luna sometimes,

talking to each other about whatever.

he thinks she’s interesting and would make great conversations.

she does.

he also took some painting lessons from her

meditates

loves pumpkin juice

likes the movie my girl

has cried more than he will ever admit

has a soft spot for slytherins

-

dean has a wall in the boys dorm room where he puts up all his drawings.

the guys love it and always just stares at all of them in awe.

they’re all so amazing

is usually the first to notice when someone is sick

takes care of them immediately

loves sweaters

knows how to speak in latin

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

-

neville goes to hagrid way more often than anyone thought.

he learned how to take care of the creatures, make some awesome tea,

he also sometimes helps hagrid clean his own house.

helps others in herbology

likes green tea

loves overalls

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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padma holds a record of the fastest writer at hogwarts

yeah, she’s amazing at it

ended up publishing her own fantasy book starting at hogwarts

sold out faster than expected

she is also a singer

amazing singer

movie marathons are her thing

prefers crime shows/movies

soft spot for gryffindors

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parvati is very very very protective over her sister

does archery and is amazing at it

a very chill person until you mess with her loved ones

loves sixteen candles

adores puppies

watches big bang theory

soft spot for slytherins

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cedric plays the piano.

the ravenclaw common room is where the only piano is at hogwarts so he goes there quite often.

everyone loves hearing him play.

other students gather around with their instruments and sing along as well.

wears glasses for reading

netflix type of guy

probably a theatre kid

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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angelina also took piano lessons from cedric.

she just asked him one day where he learned it and he said his father taught him and he could tell that she wanted to learn.

so, he offered to teach her.

she was a natural at it and the lessons are always fun, even for the ravenclaws

angelina is also a tutor at hogwarts.

it all started with george and fred and she realized that she actually quite enjoyed it.

all her students love her

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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alicia is always the group leader in every group work she’s ever done.

she’s also usually the main organizer for any event at hogwarts.

she’s usually there with the help of angelina and katie.

they all work very well together

has a soft spot for slytherins

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katie has a passion for cooking.

she’s friends with a lot of hufflepuffs and she meets a lot of them by the kitchens.

in there, they watch her cook amazing dishes and baked goods.

she was able to teach a few others how to as well.

the house elves love her.

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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cho has an interest in fashion designing.

mcgonagall found her making a dress once in an empty hallway with some cool music playing.

minnie was amazed.

she was also able to start a fashion club at hogwarts.

luna, katie, dean and a few other were apart of this club as well.

likes pudding as much as luna does

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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draco plays the violin.

pretty unexpected to his friends because he never really told anyone til goyle walked in on him playing in his dorm room.

he is actually very good at it.

combs his hair too often

the type to take too long at the water fountain

finishes his water bottle after like less than two hours of getting it

acts ‘ominous’ to the point where it’s funny

soft spot? for ravenclaws

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adrian teaches young students how to play quidditch

his favorite color’s green for nature

actually loves reading and writing poetry

“most respectful”

has a soft spot for gryffindors

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blaise seems very intimidating but is actually very sweet

shouts at quidditch games (much to everyones surprise)

loves the rain

likes dark academia movies

it’s basically his whole aesthetic

holds a record for most botts beans that fit in the mouth (without puking)

has a soft spot for hufflepuffs

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pansy has a whole drawer of jewelry as she should honestly

actually soft for cats but it’s not like she’ll ever tell anyone

loves playing with other’s hair

massages her friend’s backs

they do the same for her

a goddess at card games

is actually a gymnast

has a soft spot for ravenclaws

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bonuses: george and fred’s favorite movie to watch together is bill and ted’s excellent adventure

all the gryffindors have a movie night at least once a week and others from different houses join along as well

hermione, ginny, luna, parvati, padma, angelina, alicia, katie, and cho have girl nights

the same with the guys though it was quite awkward at first due to draco being there but they eventually warmed up to each other (after like 4 months)

no one really knows how draco and the slytherins even got there but yk

they never tell anyone that they’re comfortable with each other now though

tags: @quadrupledeckertaco @audreysmusings @georgeweasley19 @krasivayadarling @crookedhag

and others who i think would enjoy this: @lunalovecroft @whizboyhalo @darthwheezely @sirlorelai @puntuations @cherryweasleys @amourtentiaa @whatthefuckimbisexual @gredmforge (you don’t have to read if you don’t like!)

[desiredmalfoy]

Champagne Problems (G.W. x Reader)

House: Slytherin 

Universe: Not Canon (I think by now its safe to say I don’t like to follow canon much in my writing )

Pairing: George Weasley x Reader 

TW: Talks about blood purity. Controlling Parents

Word Count: 3.5 K

Get ready for some angst! Based loosely on Champagne Problems by Taylor Swift because I got inspiration for it while listening to this song. It turned out way longer then I expected. Sorry if there is any mistakes, I haven’t fully edited it. Enjoy!

Note: I aged up Draco, Pansy & Blaise to be the same age as the reader and George.

(The picture above was made by me. I tried to make the handwriting seem a bit messy on purpose) Plus George would be the one to draw doodles on a note.)

One for the money, two for the show. I never was ready, so I watch you go

Growing up in a rich pure blood family, (y/n) knew what was always expected of her. She was to know her place at all times. Whether that meant knowing she was better then half-bloods and muggle-borns. You are to never be seen with their kind darling her mother would tell her since she was very little. She was also raised to not go against her parents wishes. Sit straight and make sure you always look your best her mother had ingrained in her brain. Ever since she was a little girl her mother had fretted over her looks and manners. If you want a good husband you must be your best darling. 

She was to only be friends with the children of other pure-blood families. Make strategic friendship and make sure that she kept those who benefited her the most close. Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini and Draco Malfoy surprisingly had become close friends of hers. They aren’t a group of friends who share their deepest secrets but they brought comfort to each other. They knew what the other was going through as they were all basically destined for the same fate. To keep their pure-blood lineage strong. 

Her future was set in stone before she could even talk. She was to marry someone of her same blood status and continue their bloodline. She was never given the option to choose who she wanted to love. She was expected to give up her life. And that’s exactly what she did as she gave up on the only man she’s loved. George Weasley. 

She had met George at Hogwarts back when they were both students. He was in the same year as her. She had heard of him, I mean who had not with the way him and Fred were infamous with their prank pulling. Life was cruel at times and she wondered if she was being punished in a way when she fell for him.

Bustling crowds or silent sleepers. You're not sure which is worse

She shared a dorm with Pansy for her final year. They had a very complicated friendship. They cared about each other and they would often share their thoughts with each other. Pansy’s parents expected the same out of her. It was nice to have another person who understood what she was going through. Although she knew to never share her deepest secrets with Pansy, she was an opportunist who would use anything against her in the end. Her and Pansy often spoke on who they thought their parents were thinking of marrying them off to. Being a part of the sacred 28 meant that there was a decent sized list of options of who they’d be married off to. It was such a twisted conversation for two young girls to be having. Childhood and lives continuously being controlled by others. 

“I wouldn’t mind Adrian Pucey”, Pansy said from her desk as she continued to write her DADA homework. “Or even Draco or Blaise.”

“Really?” (Y/N) responded all the way from her bed. She was looking for her shoes as she was about to go out for one of her nightly walks around the school. 

“Yeah. I heard he’s still single.”

“What about you”, Pansy questioned with an eyebrow raise as she dropped her quill and turned to face (y/n). 

“Not Marcus Flint that's for sure. Remember how creepy he was during the Yule Ball last year”, (y/n) laughed with an eye roll. 

“Yeah, he wouldn’t stop trying to touch your waist.”

“Anyway, enough about Flint. I’m going to go for my nightly walk. Do you want to go Pansy?”

“Nope. I have to finish this and I still have a bit to finish before I go to sleep.”

“I’ll be back later.”

That one cold October night changed her life for the better. Even if it wasn’t meant to last. This was her last and final year here before she was to return home and do what was expected of her. The days dwindled until she completely lost her freedom. At least here she had some control over her life. She on one of her nightly walks in an attempt to clear her mind when he had bumped into her. She didn’t fear being caught by anyone, her last name alone let her get away with many things. Plus Draco was the Head Boy and wouldn’t get her in trouble. Lost in her train of thought, she didn’t notice a certain ginger running down the hallway. Probably from another prank. Not looking where he was going he knocked straight into (y/n) causing her to stumble back and surely hit the floor hard. But his strong hold prevented her from falling onto the stone ground. Time seemed to freeze as she felt his touch electrify her entire body. (Y/N) stared into his brown eyes as neither said a word to each other. This was the first time they had even crossed paths with each other.

“I’m so sorry love”, he spoke as he helped her stand up straight and let go of her waist. 

“It’s quite alright”, she answered softly. “Just be careful next time.”

“Of course.”

Silence followed for a couple of seconds before he spoke up again. His face showing he was deep in thought.

“You’re not going to run and tell your friend Malfoy that you’ve caught me”, he questioned her. 

“Should I be informing Draco of something you did?”

“No. But I thought you’d be running off now to let him know. After all, you are his friend.”

“No, why would I go and let him know that? It’s not my job to patrol at night.”

A smile formed on his face as he looked at you. His smile made you weak and you didn’t even know why.

From there on a secret friendship blossomed with the red headed boy. (Y/N) wasn’t able to see him in public because word was sure to get your parents. Plus her friends aren’t exactly the nicest people to the Weasleys. Constantly looking down on them and their financial status. Last thing she needed was her mother writing (y/n) about being seen with a “blood traitor”. Merlin, she hated that word. Her relationship with him started slow as a friendship first. Fred was very skeptical of (y/n) in the beginning and it took a lot for him to trust her. Fred knew his brother had fallen for her and he wanted to do nothing more than protect his heart. (Y/N) couldn’t blame him for that. Although she was never truly cruel like the rest of her friends, their reputation was attached to her.  

Because I dropped your hand while dancing. Left you out there standing

He wasn’t able to ask (y/n) to be his date for the Yule Ball, it was too much of a risk. Instead he watched from afar as she danced the night away with a boy from Durmstang. As (y/n) danced with him all she was wishing was that it was George that was holding her tonight. 

That night after the dance she sneaked with George to the room of requirements where the room had become the same winter wonderland as earlier in the evening. This time though, she was able to dance with the one person she truly wanted to hold her in their arms. 

“I really like you (y/n)”, George spoke as they swayed to the music.

“I like you too George.”

“Do you want  to be my girlfriend? I know it will have to be in secret but I want nothing more than to be with you.”

“Of course”, she said smiling up at him. With that, she brought his face down to her level and placed a long awaited kiss on his lips. It was one of hunger and need. A need for him to be closer to her. 

Months passed where she would sneak around and have dates with George. With the help of Fred, the two were able to see each other often. It was hard keeping it a secret as you wanted nothing more than to show the world he was her boyfriend.  But (y/n) knew she couldn’t do that. They would send each other longing looks throughout the day waiting to be able to see each other again. He had once found a picture of her inside her school bag. It had fallen from one of her photo albums she had placed in her bag. He told her he was going to keep that picture in his wallet so that he would always have her near. 

Crestfallen on the landing. Champagne problems

One Saturday while her friends were off to Hogsmeade, she had decided to stay back and spend time with George. While sitting in the room of requirements like she always did with her boyfriend she couldn’t stop thinking about the letter she had received from her mother. The one week spring holiday that the school offered was coming up and her mom expected her to be back home. She couldn’t even stay back and spend it with her boyfriend. She was expected to go home and attend an upcoming ball the Pucey family was organizing. 

Lost in her own mind, (y/n) tried to listen to George. George spoke about wanting to start his own shop with Fred. (Y/N) placed her head on his chest as he continued to speak about what their plans would be after graduation. She played with his hands as he continued on about all the products they would have and how it would be such a great shop. She wishes she could freeze time for a while more.

Spring holiday had come quickly and before (y/n) knew it she was back home and attending countless fancy balls and dinner parties with her parents. As the oldest of her siblings, (y/n) had spent her life at countless balls and dinners with her parents as soon as she turned fifteen. Each and every event they would talk to others looking for the perfect husband for their daughter. It wasn’t until one night after a ball that her parents had informed her that they had found the perfect husband for her. She looked at them with a bit of hesitation as she waited for them to drop who she was supposed to be marrying. 

“Draco Malfoy”, your mother spoke with great excitement in her voice. Mother must be ecstatic about this. 

“Draco Malfoy?” She can start to feel her mouth become dry. 

“Yes, you know that the Malfoy’s are a good family to be marrying into darling. Your life is set”, (y/n)’s mother said as she stroked her hair. “The Flint family also inquired about you marrying their son but they don’t quite have the same status as the Malfoy’s.”

At least it’s not Marcus Flint...

“I know mother.”

“We’ll be having dinner with the Malfoy’s tomorrow night so you two can talk more.”

“Of course father”, (y/n) responded obediently. Your expression never faltering in front of your parents. Although inside you were panicking. What about George?  “I’m familiar with Draco since we are in the same house and have the same friend group.”

“You’ll be the most beautiful bride ever darling”, your mother whispered to you as she hugged you tightly. Too bad the man you want at the end of the aisle won’t be there.

Dinner with the Malfoy’s was quite uneventful other than the talk of the upcoming wedding after the both of you had left Hogwarts. Narcissa continuously complimented her on her beauty and grace. She hugged (y/n) when they entered Malfoy Manor and whispered into her ear, “We couldn’t have picked a better young lady to carry on our name.” She felt like she was about to be sick. (Y/N) did what she was taught to do, smile when appropriate and be as charming as ever. She knew she was nothing more than an object with no feeling to them. 

“Draco darling”, Narcissa spoke once they had finished dinner. “We have some things to discuss, why don’t you show (y/n) around the garden?”

“Of course mother”, Draco responded as he stood up and walked over (y/n). He helped her stand from her chair with an extended hand. He offered (y/n) his elbow as he escorted her out of the dining room and out of the manor into the garden. 

“Are you okay with this”, Draco questioned her once they had found a bench in the stunning garden. 

“I don’t know how I feel” she responded truthfully. “But I am glad it’s you. You’ve been nothing but respectful to me.”

“How do you feel about this?”

“That we have never been given a chance. But I’m glad it’s you too.”

“Were you hoping for Pansy?”, she teased him as everyone knew of Pansy’s big crush on him back in fourth year. . 

He laughed genuinely at her joke. “Anyone but her.”

It became quiet after that as they both knew what they had to do. 

“We’ll be okay”, he whispered as he squeezed (y/n)’s hand.

“We will.”

Neither of you wanted this. Seeing as Draco himself was heads over heels for a muggle-born girl in your year. He had been secretly seeing her for a while. In the shadows with the same fears you had about your parents finding out. (Y/N) had actually caught him with her on one of (y/n)’s nightly walks on her way to see George. She had let him know that she wouldn’t run to his parents and let them know what she had seen. (Y/N) had sympathized with his situation and she’d be a hypocrite if she went and told on him. She felt his pain as (y/n) told him how she was in love with George. The both of you understood the pain you’d have to face as you returned to Hogwarts in the upcoming days. 

Both of you cried that night knowing what you had to do. Neither of you had a way out. You both were just pawns in your parents games.

Your mom's ring in your pocket. My picture in your wallet. Your heart was glass, I dropped it

(Y/N) had made it back to school after the short school holiday. The end of the school year was fast approaching and exams loomed near. She avoided George at first, trying to live a few more days of bliss where she was still happy with him. But that didn’t last long, he had eventually found her after their shared class had ended. He secretly slipped a small paper in her hand. 

“Meet me in the Room of Requirements Tonight after curfew. Love George xx”

(Y/N) was dreading this meeting with him because she knew her time with him was ending. The next time she saw George he had seemed very nervous. He was pacing in the room and kept looking at the ground. He was so distracted that he had failed to notice her presence. 

“What’s wrong”, she questioned him as he suddenly lifted his head up.

“Darling I have something important to talk to you about.”

“What is it?”

“Well, you know how we’re almost graduating? I want you to come with me. I need you by my side.”

“What”, you breathed out as your eyes became wide. 

“I want you by my side” he whispered as he gently placed a hand on your cheek. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black box. Inside it sat a beautiful ring with a red stone in the center of it. 

“George”, she gasped as tears welled in her eyes. She’s crying because she knows she’ll never have the life she wants. It’s like fate was taunting her.

“I can’t do this George.”

“Please (y/n) come with me”, George pleaded with her. 

“You know I can’t Georgie”, (y/n) whispered as she wiped the tears pouring down her cheeks. 

“I know I can’t give you the same you’re used to but I promise I love you!”

“I can’t go with you because I never loved you”, she said suddenly as her expression became stoic. It’s better to have him hate her then love her. It would help ease her pain.

“What”, he breathed out as he stared at her bewildered with her recent confession. He placed the box with the only ring she’s ever wanted back in his pocket. 

“I never loved you”, (y/n) repeated.

“What about every moment we shared (y/n)! You can’t fake that!”

“Please! You were nothing but a game George. You were nothing more than my entertainment for a while. I’d never thought we’d ever get this far”

“Look at me right now and tell me I never meant anything to you (y/n)”, George whimpered as cupped your cheeks. His eyes pleaded with yours to let this be nothing more than a cruel joke of yours. 

You roughly got out of his hold but not before looking right at him. “I could never love someone like you.”

“I could never love a Weasley. Especially not a blood traitor.”

His expression changed from hurt to anger in seconds. As he looked at you with pure disgust. “I can’t believe I ever thought you were different from those other pure-bloods.” 

He opened the wallet in his pocket and ripped out her picture. Along with her heart. The picture fell slowly to the ground. She watched it as it floated to the floor.

“Goodbye. Hope you have a good life (y/l/n). I hope you can find happiness in your bitter existence.”

“Because only someone with such hatred in their heart plays with the feelings of others.”

As he exited the room, (y/n) broke down in tears. This isn’t the life she wanted. She hated that she was destined for this. She would do anything for another life. She wanted to have the strength to run up and tell him what she was going through. To ask him to save him from her future. But she couldn’t leave her siblings alone. If (y/n) walked out of her parents grasp, she’d be walking away from them too. She felt her chest starting to tighten and her breaths getting shorter and shorter. 

You had a speech, you're speechless. Love slipped beyond your reaches

The days seemed to go by with no color in her life. This week has been pouring rain nonstop. The mood of the sky clearly matches her current situation. Pansy had noticed her slight shift in mood but she blamed her emotional turmoil on the nerves of her upcoming graduation. She seemed to believe her or simply just dropped it as not trying to intrude anymore. She watched as he walked the halls of the school with sadness clearly on his face. He’d look her way every once in a while. Some days it was also pure anger when he looked her way.  She had attempted to stay clear of him and Fred. After their shared classes she always left first or walked different routes to her next destination. 

“You know you have some nerve”, she heard a voice behind her. She turned around and came face to face with Fred Weasley. His face red with anger.

“What do you want”, she responded to him as she turned to face him. 

“You took his heart and you bloody broke it”, Fred responded angrily. “He loved you. He probably still does.”

“That’s no longer my problem”, (y/n) responded calmly. All these years of having to mask her true feelings were being used currently. 

“You see, I don’t understand how this was a game to you! You don’t just fake all that!”

“You’ll never understand”, she said in a monotonous manner. 

“Is everything alright here”, Draco questioned as he walked up to them. He took her hand and gave it a slight squeeze. 

“Oh I see now”, Fred sneered as he looked down at her intertwined hand with Draco’s. “It was some twisted game between you two.”

“Look you don’t talk to her like that”, Draco responded as he stepped in front of you. Fully blocking Fred from your view.

“I’d hit you right now but I’m sure you’d get your daddy to fight your battles.” Fred said as he shoulder checked Draco on his way out. He didn’t bother to turn back around and look at you. 

“Don’t listen to him”, Draco said as embraced her. 

But you'll find the real thing instead. She'll patch up your tapestry that I shred

She knew that George wouldn’t have a problem finding someone else. Someone who would love him like he truly deserved. Someone who could help piece back together what she had broken. He would find some who truly deserved him. Because in her opinion, she had never deserved George Weasley. She could never deserve someone like him.

Challenge to self: write angst with a happy ending??

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[phoebe-delia]

May I please request song 7 ❤️Love your writing

Of course, dear nonnie! And thank you so much <3

The song is "closure" by Taylor Swift. Um...I'm sorry in advance. This will have a kinda unhappy ending, but it also won't be super angsty either? I think?

Draco focused on the champagne that slid easily down his throat. Next to him, Astoria quirked an eyebrow, her small smile both amused and questioning. He put down the glass and reached over to squeeze her hand once, allowing her to return the gesture before pulling back.

He was grateful for her. She was a good friend, and the compatibility of their preferences meant that there would be no love lost when they had affairs outside of their reopened marriage contract. With fertility potions, it would only take one night of mechanical, passionless sex for him to sire an heir.

And then everything would be as it should; all would be well and right with the world.

Draco valiantly ignored the twist in his chest when he looked across the room and saw Har—Potter stumbling in his slow dance with Ginevra Weasley. They were laughing, their eyes crinkling in amusement as they found their rhythm.

He tried not to think about the feel of Potter's calloused hand laced with his, the way they'd glide together around the living room of his flat, their bodies moving in tandem. He pushed away memories of sneaking out in the morning, long and lingering kisses before he slipped out the door before he could ask to stay. Stolen stares in the halls of Ministry, followed by clandestine meetings in whosever office was closest.

It was unsustainable. They'd both known it, but they were too caught up in the excitement, the intoxication of releasing years of pent-up tension. Draco would often ask himself—as he watched Harry's bare back rise and fall with slow, sleep-heavy breaths—if it was worth it; the inevitable pain. And when he was alone in his flat, accompanied by a bottle of wine and his favorite takeaway, it was.

But right now, watching Potter be with someone—conspicuous and unashamed—Draco could only feel the icy grip of regret around his heart.

He needed some air. He turned to Astoria to let her know of his whereabouts, only to find her a few feet away and mingling with her coworkers in the Department of Mysteries. He took the moment to slip into the crowd, confident that he was unseen as he made his way onto the hopefully empty balcony.

Sighing with relief at his solitude, he approached the railing and leaned against it, looking out over the city. It was busy tonight, the classical music from inside the ballroom contrasting with the symphony of traffic below. He resisted the urge to cast a Tempus and instead ran a hand through his hair, careful not to muss it up.

He tensed at the sound of the door opening behind him, but he didn't turn around, hoping that the person would see him and leave him to his misery.

"Draco?"

He froze. He didn't turn around; he didn't need to.

Footsteps approached and he felt a presence come up next to him. He resolutely did not look, keeping his eyes fixed on the view from the balcony.

"Are you okay?" Potter's eyebrows were probably furrowed in worry.

"That's none of your concern."

"You didn't answer my question."

"Well spotted. Now you should probably get going; you wouldn't want to sully your reputation by being seen with me," Draco couldn't help the bitterness that laced his voice.

"Is that really who you think I am?"

"It doesn't matter what I think of you."

"It does to me. We're friends."

"No, we're not." Draco turned to look into bright, hurt green eyes. "You can't expect me to concede to your vision of what our relationship should be. You wanted to break up, and that's fine. But I don't need to give you absolution for the shitty way you ended things between us. I don't owe you anything."

"But—did you get my letter? I—"

"Yes, I rather thought my response said enough."

"I didn't get a response."

"Exactly." Draco turned away to look back at the city.

"Draco, I'm—"

"That's not my name."

"Wha—yes it is?"

"Not to you, Potter. Not anymore."

Draco didn't need look at the hurt and shock written on the other man's face; he already knew every expression, every twitch of an eyebrow, every quirk of those lips, and what they all meant.

So he knew that when Potter turned around, defeated, and walked back into the party, the door closing behind him with finality, that it was well and truly over.

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[cwritesforfun]

Harry Potter x Draco Malfoy

Loosely based off of the tweet attached :)

MASTERLIST

** I don't own these characters**

5th Year - Draco's POV

I lay down on my bed and open the book, Magical Drafts & Potions. I read a few paragraphs then throw it to the other side of the bed.

Blaise Zabini looks over and I ask "Why do I not want to study today?"

Blaise answers "Probably because Harry started dating Cho officially today."

I glare at him and sigh. I reply "That girl is no good for him. He'll get hurt."

Blaise replies "You're only looking out for him right? You don't want to actually date him."

I laugh and reply "Yeah I wish."

Blaise jumps off his bed and says "Get your shoes and come with me. We're taking a trip to the lake."

I ask "Why?"

Blaise answers "A fun idea I just had."

Knowing Blaise, I could regret this.

I grab my shoes and my wand. I follow Blaise out of the castle and down to the lakefront.

Blaise takes a speaker out and says "Now we can dance to a song from the Muggle world that depicts your situation, You Belong With Me by: Taylor Swift."

I laugh at him and he bows.

The song starts and Blaise starts singing. He then starts dancing. I laugh and then decide why not join? So I do and we have fun!

A month later...

I can't sleep.

Geez I wonder why. Jk I have a lot on my mind from Harry & Cho still being together is messing with me. And having Dolores Umbridge at Hogwarts here is tough because my father told me I had to join her Inquisitorial squad. Not to mention, all my studies are time consuming. I just need to clear my mind. So what do I do? Well I walk.

I walk to the lakefront and cast Lumos. I hold my wand up and just look out at the lake.

I hear "I didn't expect anyone else to be here."

I jump and turn to see Harry standing there.

He looks precious. He’s in his pajamas and his messy hair just falls on his face in all of the right places.

I reply "Couldn't sleep. You?"

He answers "Same."

I take a seat on the ground.

Harry moves to sit next to me and we sit in silence for quite a bit.

I ask "Want to talk about it?"

Harry answers "Life is stressful from classes to socializing to getting sleep."

I nod and reply "I feel that."

We then go back to sitting in silence.

I know I could push for more and you know maybe he would talk, but I don't want to push it.

I start to feel tired so I say "I'm heading back in. I'm getting tired now. Sleep well Harry."

He replies "Same to you Draco."

I walk off and back to my room.

A month later...

For the past month, I've been super edgy. A lot keeps getting thrown at me and it's really testing my patience. A lot of other students have told me that this is the most civil I've been in years though. I have no idea how to feel about that. Not to mention, Harry seems to always be staring at me. I don't know why. I've been trying to move on from him and Blaise says it's a good idea. I trust Blaise.

I grab a Granny Smith apple and head to the forest.

I need to practice for Charms in private and don't need to be bothered. Hopefully I will be fine.

I make it to a clearing and sit on the ground.

I open my Charms book and start practicing.

After practicing for a bit, I feel like someone's watching me. I turn around with my wand raised.

I see Harry standing there leaning against a tree.

I snap "What are you doing Potter? Staring at me like some kind of creep?"

He rolls his eyes and walks a little bit closer.

He says "Come now Draco, let's not go back to being hateful towards each other. I merely was enjoying my afternoon off."

Enjoying his afternoon off my a**!?!?

I snap back "How would you rather us act towards each other huh?"

He walks even closer, shrugs, and answers "Honestly a couple."

What is going on?!!!? Is this a joke? I know I've been waiting for this day, but you know it doesn't feel real.

I ask "Are you joking? Is this some kind of prank between you, Weasley, and Granger? I know you are the golden trio and think you can get away with anything, but you don't need to play with other people's feelings to prove it."

He puts his arms up defensively and answers "Draco, stop. Stop acting so mean. I truly meant it seriously. You & I, we... we have this love hate relationship. It's been mainly us snapping at each other for almost 5 years, but I feel like we both genuinely care about each other. Or maybe I'm a total idiot and misread the time we were both at the lake."

I sigh and reply "You didn't misread the situation. Potter, I... I've waited so long for you to want to date me. That's why I seem so weird about it all. I do have to ask, what is happening with Cho?"

He takes his hands down and says "She's a cheat and a snitch. I don't trust her anymore. We are no longer on speaking terms. Does that clear that up?"

I nod.

He then puts his arms around my neck and I ask "You know we are in public and it's daytime right Potter?"

He laughs and answers "Shut up and just kiss me."

I wrap my arms around his waist and I kiss him.

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THANKS FOR READING!!

Thanks for all the love on this book so far :)

[akaspiderman]

i almost do

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: sad boi hours are very strong in this one

plot: Draco feels regret that haunts him when he cuts out (y/n) from his life during his sixth year in an attempt to protect her // based on the song i almost do by taylor swift.

A/N: lmao i haven’t written for harry potter in so long. I’m planning on doing a readers perspective about this based on the song all too well by Taylor Swift so stay tuned ;) // part of the red collection

Draco was walking the empty corridors, darkness falling over Hogwarts. He should be in the dorms but he didn’t care. Even if he got caught, he doubts anyone would do anything. He would go to Professor Snape and he would defend him saying that he sent Draco out to do a task. It was just the way it worked.

Walking helped organize his thoughts and he really needs that. His heart was heavy, life was sucked out of him. He was numb to emotions, as cheesy as it sounds. His heart hurt. He looks terrible too, all pale with bags under his eyes. He can’t even recall the last time he felt relaxed and calm. He just wasn’t well in all aspects, mentally and physically. He could fix it, he knows he can but he won’t.

He should be concentrating on the bigger tasks, how he should be plotting. But he can’t focus, this was not how it was supposed to go. Stress has been building up in him for months now, he doesn’t want to do what Lord Voldemort asked, god he really didn’t. The fear of what would happened if he didn’t preform the petrified him to the core. That was enough for him to know he would do it. He has to do it. He wishes that there would be someone there that would help, smooth out all the edges, comfort him. There was someone actually, and he cut her out of his life and he regrets it so much, his heart aches.

He wish he didn’t cut (y/n) out of his life like that, how sudden and soon. They’ve been happily together previous years, they understood each other in a rare way . Then he shows up on September first on the Hogwarts Express, this was the first time he saw since the last day, she was sitting in their usual spot. Prior to that, he convinced himself that he can still be with her, that he could some how save her from the pain he’ll cause. Seeing her in that moment, all bright and happy without a care in the world, his heart shattered. There was no way he could put her through everything just to be with him, it would be too selfish. The next day, he broke it off, giving no reason why. She was hurt and she cried so hard it shook her body and he wanted to cry as well. He just can’t, he can’t put her in dangers way, he can’t feel anything for her, so he walks away. He was hoping to go to his common room, pretend it was okay, but along the way his heart failed. He was running into Moaning Myrtles bathroom, sobbing tears. He can’t believe he broke it off like that, he just left her alone. He needed her to keep him grounded, but the idea of getting her involved with the dark arts was horrible. He had to do it to protect her, and that’s what he kept telling himself. He could not drag her into this mess that he even wishes he wasn’t apart off.

Months later, she’s still in his head. She’s still laughing and loving him, in his head they’re alright. He’s teasing her, and her head is on his shoulder. They would be staring out at the view, talking about hopes and dreams and all the cliche stuff. But they’re not. He thinks that she would be awake right now, she always had this horrible tendencies to stay up late. Always tired the next day, complaining she didn’t get enough sleep. He misses that, even if it was a bit annoying, he wishes he could hear her say that more than anything.

He keeps wondering about her, letting her dance through his thoughts. She might be tired right now and stressed, they had a potion exam today. Potions was never her strong suit, despite the fact that he always coached her through it. She can’t seem to grasp the differences between stirring and mixing. She always insisted they were the same. They were not. She’s probably staring out at the stars from her favorite chair she had. He never found the appeal of looking at the stars, but she did. She saw how bright they were and all the stories they could tell. She said that there’s so much more beyond the stars, but in his eyes he didn’t care about that. He cared about what’s going on right now.

He wishes he could just erase her from his mind, he didn’t need this to add onto his plate. But he truly loved her, it was too hard for him to pretend they never happened when it was one of the best things he’s experienced. He convinces himself this was the only way, he would hate himself if she was dragged into his mess. It would be safer for her to not be involved with him at all and he knows that is the truth. She can only be safe if he’s not there. She needs to stay clear from him, but she dosen’t.

(y/n) makes it so hard to avoid her. She’s in his classes and always gives him a sad smile, like she isn’t angry at him just sad. He can tell she’s still hurting from the fake smile and how she wasn’t radiating her usual glow. It’s like they’re both mourning their lost of their relationship together. Every once in a while, she tries to talk to Draco. Trying to strike up a conversation, sometimes it’s casual talk that carried a heavy tone. Other times it was her crying and begging him to tell her why he left, why they aren’t together when they obviously belong with one another.

Each time she talks to him, no matter if it’s small talk to confronting him about the end of the relationship, he walks away. He walks away, far enough so she can’t see or chase after him. He can’t face her, even if it’s just to talk about the weather. He walks, but the image of her sticks to his mind. It’s overwhelming, it triggers every single thing he missed about her, so he cries. At first it was always sobbing, eventually it would only lead to a few tears. Lately, he’s back at square one, sobbing. Maybe his heartbreak combined with the stress he’s experiencing from everyone was getting too much. Everything felt like it was too much.

(y/n) probably thought he hated her or moved on. Each time she reaches out, he’s always gone, nothing to say. Truth was, Draco didn’t want to leave her again, if he started talking to her, he would be so gone. He would be begging for forgiveness, begging to run away. He can’t afford to pull such a stunt, so he pushes her away and lives in solitude. He hopes that one day he can walk by her and not collapse into a mess. Even if he cuts her out physically, she haunts his dreams. She always reaches her hand out, asking if they can try again. He takes it sometimes, it always ends horrible. With her gone and dead. When he dosen’t, she just seems to follow him around, and he can’t get her away. Everything he sees, he sees her.

He was a wreck, a true absolute wreck. He would give up anything to go back, to prevent them from separating, to prevent him from getting involved with Lord Voldemort. His heart was broken and he was the one who broke it. He hopes that she still thinks of him and maybe that they can work it out, be together at the end of this mess. That they can hold another once again. Everyday he considers running away with her, everyday he considers talking to her like she wants too, everyday he considers doing everything in his power to be back with her. He never does. But every time he dosen’t, he almost does.

[onlytaylor]

Speak Now

**This one-shot was inspired by the song “Speak Now” by Taylor Swift.

Summary:

It’s Harry & Ginny’s wedding day. Unexpected events occur when a certain someone stands to object.

**warning: contains some infidelity

Ginny Weasley gazed contemplatively into the full-length body mirror before her, soaking in the image of herself in a wedding dress. She pivoted slightly, tilting her head over her shoulder to view the ridiculously long white silk train that her mother insisted she wear. Truth be told, she hated it.

She despised the trail of ivory buttons starting above her breasts and extending to the floor. The white lace that adorned her arms was itchy and much too fancy for her liking. In fact, she dreaded the whole wretched thing.

The one piece of her ensemble that she did care for, loved even, was the crown of daisies that Luna had crafted herself. They were perched atop her copper hair, and she reached a hand upward to slide an index finger along one of the petals. They were... perfect. She felt herself light up at the mere thought of them.

Her stomach sank as she stared at her reflection. If she was honest with herself, it wasn’t the daisies at all that gave her butterflies.

Over the past few months, she’d become uncomfortably... comfortable. Her life was a rut that spun in the same boring circle day after day. Her relationship with Harry was expected and logical. It just made sense for them to be together.

After he’d defeated Voldemort, he and some of the others returned to Hogwarts for an eighth year to finish their education. Their relationship continued flawlessly, motions that she’d memorized and ran through consistently.

They held hands, smiled in a group. They rarely spent time alone. And when they did, it was... numbly comfortable. She’d read a book; he’d talk about Quidditch. There were nods and pecks on the lips and rarely arguments. It was what one would dream of.

...except it wasn’t. She hated to admit it, especially after she’d spent months convincing herself she was happy. She loved Harry, and she always would... but she wasn’t in love with him. There was absolutely no other way to put it.

She’d really started to question herself when sleepovers with Luna became more intriguing than brief encounters with The Chosen One.

She’d vowed to never confess the way her stomach lurched in her presence, or the way her cheeks would flame with one glance. How she desired nothing more than the moments in which they’d lie in an open field together guessing shapes out of puffy white clouds. How her laugh jingled like Christmas bells that refused to leave her thoughts.

She’d asked Luna to be her Maid of Honor, and she’d happily obliged. Even though it was the last thing she’d wanted from her.

Ginny Weasley didn’t want to be married in the nicest venue the Ministry had to offer, which was free of charge to the Savior of the Wizarding World. She didn’t want the luxurious array of bridesmaids and groomsmen that would soon align the front of the room.

The decorations were much too elegant for her liking; wine colored bows and charmed roses twinkled everywhere you’d look. She’d always dreamed of a backyard wedding, or one in a nice field of blue bonnets or sunflowers. Something springy and simple. Something like... Luna. Why did it always come back to her?

She breathed a heavy sigh, lifting the front of her dress to reveal the worn out, torn up sneakers she secretly wore beneath it. Her mother would kill her if she knew; hell, anyone would. But she had to keep a piece of her nearby. Especially when she was about to give up so much...

There was a soft knock on the door behind her, and she started as a head of blonde curls appeared. “Mind if I come in, Ginny?”

“No! Of course not. Please.”

Luna shut the door behind her and danced to Ginny’s side. “You’re beautiful, you know. But you don’t need a silly wedding dress for that.” Her lips pulled into a shy smile, and Ginny felt herself melt. Why was she allowing this to happen?

She didn’t want to get married. She wanted to run. She desired adventure, and chances, and excitement. And Luna.

Instead, she settled. “Thank you, Luna. You look quite amazing yourself.”

Sensing Ginny’s disappointment as only she could, Luna grabbed Ginny’s hand. “You’re going to do great, love. Just great.”

&&&

Draco Malfoy took a seat in the back of the Ministry Hall. He wasn’t sure what horrible, masochistic thing inside had made him believe it was a good decision to come here. It was Harry GodDamn Potter’s wedding, for Merlin’s sake. And the entire thing smelled of rejection.

When they’d returned for eighth year, Harry and Draco had formed somewhat of an uncanny friendship. With the past in retrospect, they’d found themselves spending more and more time together. There were plenty of late nights spent in the eighth year common room, just the two of them cracking jokes in front of the fire.

One night in particular had occurred a few months ago, and Draco could still smell the smoldering ash from the fire. He could still feel Harry’s eyes bore into him.

Everyone else had gone to sleep. All that remained were the two of them perched side by side on the couch, closer than they’d ever been.

There had been some firewhiskey involved, which is why neither of them felt the need to move. The way Harry’s green eyes had met his own when silence befell them... they were enchanting. Hypnotizing.

They’d sat like that for a while, eyes held in a locked stare that seemed to heal all of Draco’s wounds. He didn’t object when Harry’s hand found its place on top of his own. It was the nicest he’d ever felt.

He could still taste the pumpkin that sat on Harry’s breath from dinner. His face was so close, it permeated the air between them. He found himself swooning.

It was a drunken miracle when Harry’s lips pressed against his own. They were soft, and warm, and, God, Draco needed them.

His own lips parted, inviting Harry inside. He had readily accepted, and it was a hot, sticky, sweet sensation that wrapped them together kiss after kiss. Harry’s fingers became knotted in blonde hair, and before either of them had a chance to think, Harry’s body was pressed firmly against Draco’s.

He leaned back, lying comfortably on the couch as Harry’s body formed the curve of his own. It was the most alive he’d ever felt. He didn’t object when he felt Harry’s erection press into his thigh. In fact, he found himself pressing his own upward into Harry’s pelvis.

And then, as quickly as the moment had happened, it abruptly ended with Harry jumping across the couch.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, clearly in shock at his own impulses.

“I- What did I just do? Fuck. I-I’m sorry. I have to go.”

“Harry, wait-“ Draco protested, but the Chosen One was already running to the dormitory.

The next few days had been utter torcher. Draco couldn’t deny what he’d felt that night, even if he was drunk. And he knew that deep down, Harry reciprocated. Even if he remained engaged to the Weaselette.

He kept his mouth shut. He knew that morals were everything to Potter, and he was probably killing himself for cheating on her, even if he hadn’t meant to.

Perhaps what was even more unsettling was that he actually felt something, too. Something that Draco knew had sparked between them. Something that Ginny had never made him feel.

One week later had found Harry and Draco awkwardly alone in the common room together once more.

“Draco, I’m sorry about what...happened between us the other week.”

“Save it, Potter. I know you didn’t mean to hurt your precious Weaselette.”

“It’s not like that, Draco! I- i... I made a promise to her. She’s my best friend’s sister. I shouldn’t have done that to her. It’s not right.”

Draco turned to face him, gray eyes burning green.

“You know what’s even more wrong than what we accidentally did?” Draco’s eyes were unwavering. Harry gulped, his entire world on fire. Draco took a risk, leaning forward until there was merely inches between them.

“How much you liked it.”

Read the rest on AO3 here.

[themalfcyheir]

   Daphne and him had always done duets. Their voices blended together naturally and since they thought alike, picking songs and splitting lyrics was easy. They had stage chemistry as well: they always kept one eye on one another when they were singing, moved around one another easily and were able to catch the other when they made a mistake. Daphne was an ideal duet partner for him and therefore it was no surprise that a mere week after Draco first returned at school after suffering from the flu they had another duet ready to sing to the club.   Towards the end of that day’s meeting of the glee club, Ted announced that Daphne and Draco were going to sing a duet to end the school day. Their teacher took a guitar and sat down on a stool while Daphne and Draco got up from their seats - Daphne as always between Theo and Pansy and Draco between Marcus and Padma - and sat down in front of the others on the other two stools. Normally they would have had some sort of choreography, but this song had been necessary to perform and they only took the weekend to work on it. Draco was too proud to admit that he couldn’t pull off a full dance routine yet and Daphne probably knew it and hadn’t questioned it. They exchanged one last glance with one another before Daphne spoke. “Draco and I are going to sing a duet by Taylor Swift and Ed Sheeran: Everything has Changed,” she announced.  Ernie had to be predictable. “Can’t get enough of Taylor Swift, Malfoy?” he asked teasingly.   “Are you kidding?” Draco asked dryly. “She’s a really good songwriter.” He wasn’t even kidding. It just happened that the lyrics to Everything has Changed were unnervingly accurate. Daphne and him had gone through a number of duet options on Saturday until Daphne came up with this one. Draco, initially wary, got to reading the lyrics and agreed this was the one.   After a quick exchanged gaze with Ted the other man started playing the guitar. Daphne and him split up the lyrics differently than Taylor and Ed had because Draco insisted to sing one particular piece of lyrics, right in the first part. So when Daphne sung the first two lines, Draco joined in with the second two.”And all I’ve seen since eighteen hours ago is green eyes and freckles, and your smile in the back of my mind making me feel right.” Just so there could be no misunderstanding on the matter, Draco made it a point to wink at Marcus after that line.   They sung together on the I just want to know you better part and the chorus. Draco’s gaze was focused on Marcus, just like he was sure that beside him Daphne was looking at Theo. Draco sung the first part of the next couplet and Daphne did the second part before singing the I just want to know you better and the chorus together again. It wasn’t until they reached the bridge, almost always Draco’s favourite part in a song, that they both stood up and walked towards the person they were singing it to. Daphne sat down on her usual seat beside Theo while Draco pulled out his own chair and placed it in front of Marcus, reaching out to take the other’s hand into his. “Meet me there tonight and let’s me know it’s not all in my mind.” If the message hadn’t been obvious before, it was now.   The song ended and Draco stayed exactly where he was; he simply smiled at the applause from the glee club members and turned around just long enough to watch how Ted reminded them of that week’s assignment and dismissed the class afterwards. Just like last time in the auditorium, Draco waited until everyone had left the room, but this time he was the first one to speak. “So, what did you think of the duet?” he asked with a smile on his face. “Daphne really wanted to sing something for Theo. Of course I was willing to help her.” He chuckled a little at his own words and shook his head. “Oh, and: if you’ve got something you feel the need to say, go ahead.”

[hd-wireless]

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Prompter: punknovelette

Song (name and artist): Oasis, Champagne Supernova

Special requests: A story that celebrates life, art, and culture in and around the Manchester club scene. Several years post-war, Harry sees Draco in Manchester. Side pairing, Ron/Hermione.

Squicks: unhappy endings,

Maximum rating: writer's choice

2

Prompter: chojangmi

Song (name & artist): Bruno Mars/Versace on the floor

Special requests: Something sweet with dash of playful, flirtatious & sensuous D. Top!H will be superb loved :D

Squicks: none

Maximum rating: up to claimer

3

Prompter: kikimay

Song: Deep Sea Diver - Bat for Lashes

Special requests: Sex feels, bottoming from the top.

Squicks: D/s, non-con and/or dub-con, creature fic

Maximum rating: Up to the writer.

4

Prompter: ustorycollector

Song (name and artist): Don't let me down - The Beatles

Special requests: Mind lend itself to something angsty, but a happy ending would be good.

Squicks: non-con, chan, excessive gore

Maximum rating: up to writer/artist

5

Prompter: kittyaugust

Song (name and artist): Little Lion Man - Mumford & Sons

Special requests: None

Squicks: Mpreg, addiction fic.

Maximum rating: Any

6

Prompter: kittyaugust

Song (name and artist): Caught Somewhere in Time - Iron Maiden

Special requests: I think this lends itself to an adventure of some kind, maybe time travel (my favourite thing) or Master of Death Harry. Could be a bit angsty or dark even but doesn't have to be. Mostly just go where the song/inspiration takes you.

Squicks: Mpreg, addiction fic.

Maximum rating: Any

7

Prompter: sw33tch3rrypi3

Song (name and artist): Guster - Careful

Special requests: Probably has to be kind of angsty, but happy ending, please! Don't make me cry. lol

Squicks: Dark/sad, blood/gore, scat, non-con, infidelity

Maximum rating: Any

8

Prompter: lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): love me like you do /Ellie Goulding

Special requests: go wild with what the song tells you :)

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan /unhappy endings

Maximum rating: NC-17

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Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): all of me /John Ledgend

Special requests: go wild with what the song tells you :)

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

10

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): all this time /Maria Mena

Special requests: go wild with what the song tells you :)

Squicks:non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan /unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

11

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Just hold me /Maria Mena

Special requests: go wild with what the song tells you :)

Squicks:non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan /unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

12

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Growing pains /Maria Mena

Special requests: Draco struggles to find his way after the war, but Harry shows him that he has made the right choices.

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

13

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Habits /Maria Mena

Special requests: I see this in a setting towards the end of eight year, maybe Harry has gone wild and realizes that with Draco it could be different, but he is afraid.

Squicks:non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

14

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Coming home /Marit Larsen

Special requests: I love the songtext, maybe a domestic scene?

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

15

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Need you now / Lady Antebellum

Special requests: pining, romance, fluff, happy ending

Squicks:non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan/ unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

16

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): When you got a good thing / Lady Antebellum

Special requests: go where the song takes you, but in my mind this is a perfect song to be played at a wedding

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan /unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

17

Prompter:lyonessheart

Song (name and artist): Boulevard of broken Dreams / Green Day

Special requests: Draco / Harry struggles to find his place in the world, maybe traveling until, they stumble across the other and find their place

Squicks: non-con / gore / infidelity / scat /chan / unhappy endings

Maximum rating:NC-17

18

Prompter: kikimay

Song (name and artist): Hood - Perfume Genius

Special requests: The lyrics of this song are so beautiful and angsty, but with a happy ending please!

Squicks: A/B/O, rape or dub-con, creature fic

Maximum rating: As you please.

19 Claimed for Fic

Prompter: kikimay

Song (name and artist): Okay, but someone HAS TO!! Adele - All I ask (Or maybe Hello?) IDK, a big sappy Adele song. Let's say either All I Ask or Hello.

Special requests: Hellooooo from the outsideeeeee! Epic romance thingy, feels.

Squicks: A/B/O, creature fic, non-con

Maximum rating: As you please

20

Prompter: lee_bella

Song (name and artist): Love Crime / Siouxsie Sioux & Brian Reitzell

Special requests: None

Squicks: mpreg, scat

Maximum rating: Any

21

Prompter: lee_bella

Song (name and artist): How to Disappear Completely / Radiohead

Special requests: Angsty but not too angst

Squicks: mpreg, scat, non-con

Maximum rating: Any

22

Prompter: lee_bella

Song (name and artist): Don't Know Why / Norah Jones

Special requests: None

Squicks: mpreg, scat

Maximum rating: Any

23

Prompter: lee_bella

Song (name and artist): My Foolish Heart / Bill Evans Trio

Special requests: Just include vinyl record and jazz club somewhere in the story and I'll be happy.

Squicks: mpreg, scat

Maximum rating: Any

24

Prompter: articcat621

Song (name and artist): Bad Things by Camila Cabello and Machine Gun Kelley

Special requests: bdsm, sexy times

Squicks: character death, noncon

Maximum rating: NC-17

25

Prompter: emmatheslayer

Song (name and artist):sweet creature Harry styles

Special requests: angst

Squicks: bdsm

Maximum rating:nc17

26

Prompter:Emmatheslayer

Song (name and artist): slow hands niall horan

Special requests: romantic

Squicks: bdsm

Maximum rating: nc17

27

Prompter:Emmatheslayer

Song (name and artist): sign of the times , Harry styles

Special requests:

Squicks: bdsm

Maximum rating:nc17

28

Prompter:Emmatheslayet

Song (name and artist): blank space ,Taylor swift

Special requests: sweet to crazy

Squicks:bdsm

Maximum rating:nc17

29

Prompter:Emmatheslayer

Song (name and artist): still got time , zayn malik

Special requests:

Squicks: bdsm

Maximum rating:nc17

30

Prompter: enchanted_jae

Song (name and artist): Something Just Like This - Chainsmokers/Coldplay

Special requests: This just screams Harry/Draco to me! It would seem Draco is the one saying he doesn't want/need a hero, but I can imagine Harry thinking/saying the same thing to Draco, as in, 'hey, I'm not looking for a hero, just someone I can kiss'

Squicks: Non-con, infidelity, angst (flangst is okay), hardcore kinks, violence

Maximum rating: Anything from G to NC17

31

Prompter: themightyflynn

Song (name and artist): 89 Freedom Street by Something With Numbers

Special requests: H/D have a special place they retreat to after the end of the war, somewhere it's just the two of them.

Squicks: Death, chan, mental health issues

Maximum rating: NC-17

32

Prompter: Shychloe

Song: 50 words for snow - Kate Bush

Special requests: Go wild

Squicks: None

Maximum rating: NC-17

33

Prompter: danadoodleknits

Song (name and artist): Sand in my shoes - Dido

Special requests: I wrote about 2 pages of this back in 2005 when I thought I could write and have wanted this fic ever since. Harry went on vacation, runs into Draco, they have fling, Harry goes back to his "real life", misses Draco ... interesting stuff (flangst) ... happy ending!

Squicks: infidelity, non-con

Maximum rating: writer's choice

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Prompter: tdcat

Song (name and artist): Mad World, Gary Jules

Special requests: This song seems to scream post-war PTSD/8th year fic, but it’s really up to the writer. Would love Draco and Hermione to be friends. I could also see this as a comic.

Squicks: mpreg, creature, A/B/O, H/D character death

Maximum rating: writer’s/artist’s choice

35

Prompter: tdcat

Song (name and artist): How To Save A Life, The Fray

Special requests: Happy ending? Is it possible given the prompt?

Squicks: mpreg, creature, A/B/O, H/D character death

Maximum rating: writer’s/artist’s choice

36

Prompter: tdcat

Song (name and artist):Chasing Cars, Snow Patrol

Special requests: For some reason to me this song suggests Draco’s POV, but go wild! : )  Could be lovely art.

Squicks: mpreg, creature, A/B/O, H/D character death

Maximum rating: writer’s/artist’s choice

37 Claimed for Fic

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "Blindness" by Metric

Special requests: wartime AU or immediately post-war fic

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

38

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga

Special requests: club fic! :D

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

39

Prompter: digthewriter

Song: Sway by: Rosemary Clooney Or Dean Martin You can find the LYRICS HERE

Special requests: Harry and Draco are dance instructors and maybe have a competitive streak? For art, I'd love to see some tango, interesting outfits. One scowling while the other dances with someone good looking.

Squicks: Hardcore bdsm. Death. Cheating.

Maximum rating: ANY

40

Prompter: digthewriter

Song: That's Not My Name LINK HERE or LYRICS

Special requests: So alone all the time at night, Lock myself away, Listen to me, I'm not, Although I'm dressed up, out and all with, Everything considered they forget my name. Just after the war, no one seems to be paying attention to Draco, he's all decked up at a Ball and the only person that asks him to dance is Harry.

Squicks: Hardcore BDSM. Jealousy. Death. Pure fluff.

Maximum rating: ANY

41

Prompter: digthewriter

Song: KISS FROM A ROSE

LYRICS HERE OR VIDEO

Special requests: ART! I would love any type of art for this inspired by: I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray

Squicks: BDSM. Any hardcore kinks.

Maximum rating: ANY

42

Prompter: digthewriter

SONG: Whatever Lola wants by Sarah Vaughan or LYRICS HERE

Special request: Draco is sexy and seductive and whatever he wants, he gets. In this case, Harry Potter.

Squicks: Hardcore bdsm. Infidelity. Angst. One character making the other character intentionally jealous.

Maximum rating: any

43

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "I Am the Highway" by Audioslave

Special requests: Post-war angsty travel fic? Post-war angsty one-of-them-left-the-country-right-after-the-war-ended-and-years-later-has-finally-come-home fic? This song makes me feel all the feels.

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

44

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "Just One Look" by Doris Troy

Special requests: Even though he'd known him for years, falling in love with him was like getting blindsided by the Knight Bus: happened in an instant, never saw it coming, and painful as fuck. (Much pining ensues.)

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

45 Claimed for Fic

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "Stay" by Maurice Williams & the Zodiacs (or the cover by Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons)

Special requests: Friends-with-benefits and one of them wants more? OR, one of them has to go and the other is trying to convince them to stay longer.

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

46

Prompter: firethesound

Song (name and artist): "The Air That I Breathe" by The Hollies

Special requests: PINING

Squicks: pregnancy, babies

Maximum rating: any

47

Prompter: aibidil

Song (name and artist): Lover, You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley

Special requests: plot inspired by lyrics, post-war, pining

Squicks: unhappy endings, BDSM, non-con

Maximum rating: any

48 Claimed for Fic

Prompter: aibidil

Song (name and artist): Clint Eastwood by Gorillaz

Special requests:

Squicks: unhappy endings, BDSM, non-con

Maximum rating: any

49

Prompter: aibidil

Song (name and artist): Bananaphone, Raffi

Special requests: kid fic, hilarity

Squeaks: unhappy endings, BDSM, non-con

Maximum rating: any

50

Prompter: blisskat

Song (name and artist): Videotape by Radiohead

Special requests: the song is heartbreaking, so angst. but happy ending please!

Squicks: unhappy ending, ambiguous ending, non-con/dub-con especially between H/D

Maximum rating: any

51

Prompter: blisskat

Song (name and artist): Walking After You by Foo Fighters

Special requests: pining. maybe flangst? happy ending!

Squicks: sad ending, ambiguous ending, non-con, dub-con

Maximum rating: any

52

Prompter: blisskat

Song (name and artist): My Favourite Game by The Cardigans OR Dakota by Stereophonics

Special requests: break up and then make up. happy ending.

Squicks: unhappy and ambiguous endings, non-con, dub-con

Maximum rating: any

53

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Wasted by Tiesto

Special requests: Hooking up turning into something more, hate sex, whatever inspires you

Squicks: mpreg, creature!fic

Maximum rating: any but this may lend itself to a higher rating naturally

54 Claimed for Fic

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Alive by Sia

Special requests: This could be about Harry/Draco coming to terms with the aftermath of the war

Squicks: mpreg, creaturefic

Maximum rating: any

55

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Take Me Home by Jess Glynne

Special requests: none

Squicks: mpreg, creaturefic

Maximum rating: any

56

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Jenny by Studio Killers

Special requests: Obviously the song is more femmeslash but you could take the theme of H/D being good friends and one of them dates losers and finally the other one admits his feelings.

Squicks: mpreg, creature!fic

Maximum rating: any

57

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Stutter by Marianas Trench

Special requests: Use whatever part of the song inspires you

Squicks: mpreg, creature!fic

Maximum rating: any

58

Prompter: ashiiblack

Song (name and artist): Lost in Paradise by Evanescence

Special requests: ANGST, hurt/comfort

Squicks: mpreg, creature!fic

Maximum rating: any

[phoebe-delia]

darling feel free to ignore but i just thought of the word ‘neck’ and now here i am in your ask box 🤣👀 any rating will do. love you.

— @starlitsilvereyes

Oooohhh interesting! I thought of a lyric to a song by the Music Industry herself, Taylor Swift. Specifically, "Your necklace hanging from my neck/the night we couldn't quite forget/when we were trying/to move the furniture so we could dance/baby like we stood a chance" And it is with that in mind that I offer you this. Love you, hope you enjoy!! <3

Harry was sweating through his suit. He probably smelled horrid. He cast a freshening charm; it wasn't quite as good as a shower, but there wasn't time. Draco would be there any minute.

He did a sweep of the room. All of the furniture had been pushed toward the walls, leaving the middle open and empty. He could've used magic, but the evening would've been ruined if he'd harmed one of Draco's "special antiques," and he trusted his own physical strength more than his wand aim.

Their dinner--homemade spaghetti and meatballs--sat under a stasis charm, ready and waiting for them whenever they wanted it. He'd set the record player to play a beautiful, soft romantic song. Despite his earlier panic, everything was ready.

As if on cue, the door opened, and Harry's breath caught.

Draco swept into the room, immediately talking and hanging his coat. "Hi love, sorry I'm late, work was insane. How ar--" Draco stopped talking when he took in the sight of Harry in his suit, the furniture, and the dinner in the kitchen.

"H-Harry?" Draco stammered. "What's going on?"

Harry smiled. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," a slow grin took over Draco's face. "But why are you in a suit? You hate stuffy clothes."

"I know, but you love them. And tonight is a special occasion."

Draco's eyes widened. "Oh, Merlin, did I miss our anniversary? No, I couldn't have, it's in October, and--"

Harry chuckled. "No, love, you haven't missed anything. This is, well...This is for you. But first I have something for you."

Draco nodded, walking on slightly shaky legs toward Harry, who knelt down, pulling out a long rectangular box. Draco gasped.

"Draco, I was going to wait until the end of the night to do this, but then you walked in and in one instant I was reminded of how much I love you. I couldn't let another moment pass by without starting the rest of our lives together. So, Draco Malfoy, will you marry me?"

"Yes!" Draco let out a choked sob, and Harry grinned, standing up to kiss him.

When they broke apart, Harry opened the box to reveal a small simple gold band attached to a chain, and Draco looked at him in surprise.

"I know you can't wear rings as a Healer, so I thought...But we can change it, if you want! I was thinking I could get a necklace, too, but I definitely don't have to and we can be more traditional I just thought--"

Draco took Harry's face in his hands. "Harry, it's perfect. So thoughtful of you. I love you."

Harry grinned, "I love you too." He took his wand from his pocket and waved it at the record player to turn up the volume. "I made us dinner, but first, will you dance with me?"

Draco let Harry wrap his arms around his waist, linking his own hands behind Harry's neck. "I'd love to."

Outside their window, the world was still, the night black and cool and silent. But inside, they swayed together, a white blonde head tucked against a tanned neck; they were two people pressed against each other, content to move to the rhythm of their own music and the beat of their hearts as one.