#jealous draco? yeah

[daddiesdrarryy]

Harry: I would like to have a boyfriend I can talk to without it turning into a screaming match, Draco!

Draco: Yeah, well, I’d like a boyfriend who other girls don’t stare at all the time!

Harry: How is it my fault girls stare at me?

Draco: You could look worse if you wanted to!

[ellemisc]

before a game

[seriousbrat]

I actually think that dumbledore wasn't entirely wrong to compare the snape-james dynamic to draco-harry. it's just that draco is the james of it all, not harry. he's the one with the privilege, the loving parents who buy him nice things and send him sweets (which i'm also sure the potters did for james) and the more aggressive of the two.

perhaps draco wasn't quite as extreme as james in the end but things like the potter stinks badges, making fun of him publicly for fainting etc, all the rita skeeter stuff in GoF, trying to (presumably) get him to fall off his broomstick by dressing as a dementor, that is bullying. the nastier stuff draco did to harry and co. throughout the books was almost entirely unprovoked and unmatched by harry's actions towards him; draco fired the first shots trying to get harry expelled with the 'wizard's duel' when like, what had harry ever done to him other than not like him/reject his friendship.

I do think it's a less extreme version of snape-james as I said, but the parallels are definitely there, especially when you consider that it culminates in harry using sectumsempra on draco- a spell it's implied that sev created to use on james. it's somewhat more equal perhaps because harry is generally more popular than sev was at school, but there are also various points where harry is very unpopular, such as the entirety of OotP when Draco lords his status as prefect and then inquisitorial squad member over harry to torment him. like it is a rivalry but also draco is considerably nastier to harry and more aggressive than harry ever is to him.

harry typically holds his own better than sev appears to in SWM, but with the exception of HBP he usually has much more pressing matters distracting him to devote much energy towards hating draco. I also think Sev often could hold his own and probably did, that doesn't make it not bullying.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

I had this idea for my 8th year fic (that I have mostly dropped bc I felt like this storyline was making the fic too complicated) about the muggle studies class doing a play and Ron and Draco are playing the leads bc they’re the best actors in the group but the leads happen to be a married couple so they have to (petition to of their own volition bc it’s not in the fucking script) kiss onstage.

[splendidissimus]

2007ish - Sacrifice arc pt 2

((Content warning: hospital, potential permanent disability, ))

Genre: hurt/comfort / aftermath

Romance level: some

Angst level: 2/5

Draco's headspace: angry / fine

((words: ~4300))

------------------------------------

((picking up immediately after this adventure ))

The Lumos Theo cast lit up the hall like daylight, and he helped Draco out of the tomb and up the roughly hewn stone passage. it was different from the rest of the tomb, he noticed; the actual chambers had been well-finished, even if age had worn them down and made it dirty. This was just carved straight through the side of the mountain with no sense of decoration or comfort, no finishing touches. Almost like a workman's tunnel.

They felt the movement of cold, fresh air currents before anything else, and when they turned the final corner in the hall that had become more like a cave, they could see stars — the tunnel simply opened to the elements. He hadn't realised they'd been in there long enough for it to get dark. 

They were fairly high up the side of the mountain, and the ground around them was rough and steep. The tunnel was probably barely visible from below, and basically inaccessible. He found some evidence that some animal — hippogriff, he thought, by the claw marks — used it occasionally, but nothing that looked very recent, so it should be okay to stop. 

"Here, Draco." He guided him to the wall at the edge of the tunnel mouth where they could have fresh air and the breathtaking view. "Sit down, let's take care of you. I need your potion bag." 

Draco made a vague sound and let him move him around. It took him a long moment to start fumbling at his pocket, awkwardly reaching across himself. He was very badly out of it, the effect of the revival spell fading already. 

"It's all right, I'll get it." He caught Draco's thin hand and set it back in his lap, and dug through his pocket himself.

When he pulled out the potion case Draco carried, he focused very firmly on his control and unshrank the bag and its contents, so that the stone he had made didn't interfere with the spell. It worked without incident, luckily.

"Here, Draco. Drink this." He put a blood replenishing potion in his hand and lifted it from his lap. He wasn't completely sure Draco could hear him or understand, so he helped him, lifting the potion for him and holding the back of his head gently to help him drink it. 

The net effect of taking a blood replenishing potion while still sporting open wounds was that he immediately started bleeding more; blood poured out of the claw marks on his neck, and even his bandaged and tourniqueted arms leaked new blood. But Draco was resistant to healing magic, so it wasn't always a simple matter to close his wounds, and taking the potion would keep him safe until it could be dealt with. 

The second effect was the eerily near-instant way alertness came back to him. He blinked his eyes open and took a deep breath, and shifted up straighter against the wall, looking around. "We're out?" He wiped his mouth and handed back the bottle absently.

"Yeah." He rubbed his leg and shifted to sit beside him. "I'm about to try to heal all this, but we'll still have to go to the hospital, or you'll have some nasty scars. I don't have anything here to deal with cursed wounds." 

"I figured." He held out his right arm.

The gash in Draco's arm was pretty nasty looking, when he unwrapped it, inflamed and ragged, oozing sluggishly. Inferius wounds were known to fester no matter how they were cared for, and these had barely received any care at all. 

But he had Aethelmaer's stone now. Cor Magicae. The Heart of Magic. What Inferi scratch was going to defy him?

He clutched the stone in his off hand, focusing on how it warmed his hand and pulsed almost in time with his heartbeat, and ran his wand over Draco's wounds, chanting Vulnera Sanentur. 

It was easy. Easy. The wound stopped bleeding without any resistance, and then the skin came back together at his thought. He ran the wand over it a third time to remove the curse, and the colour improved immediately. The ragged line where the wound had been was still visible, but that could be treated to keep it from scarring. 

"Any pain?" he asked, massaging Draco's arm experimentally.

"Plenty, but that doesn't hurt anymore."

"Good."

Draco glanced down at his limp other arm, then toward his face. "My left hand…" His tone of voice was exactly the kind of measured calm that was used to cover that he felt uneasy.

"I know. That problem's different; it's been wearing the tourniquet too long." He glanced up at the starry sky. "Six hours or so, I figure. It will be badly damaged by now. Saint Mungo's will have to deal with that." He patted his knee and peeled the sodden makeshift bandage off his neck wounds. These ones had actual black lines radiating from them under the skin, travelling along his veins. It was a very good thing he was here. "I can take care of these, though, so hopefully you won't need a second potion."

Draco nodded stiffly and laid his head back against the wall to give him the best access to them. 

Five minutes of chanting and wandwork, the alchemical heart hot and electrifying the whole time in his hand, and the claw gashes were closed and he had pulled the black curse out of him, as though the Inferi wounds were no more dangerous than a papercut. 

"Feeling weak," Draco reported quietly. "Not like blood loss, just…physically."

"The healing magic is taking a lot out of you."

"That's not normal…"

"It's all right." He rubbed his arm. "I'm done. You don't have to worry about this anymore." He Vanished all of the blood with barely a thought and cleaned Draco up. "Now it's almost impossible to tell there were ever Inferi here. Any pain, stiffness?"

Draco shook his head and looked outside. "My cloak should be in that bag. The extra pocket."

He had to dig around a bit, because it turned out what Draco meant by 'extra pocket' was a seam on the inside lining that opened into an expanded space he could shove his whole arm into. "I'm surprised you can shrink this without all the enchantments exploding," he commented as he fished the cloak out, and helped Draco lean forward so he could fasten it around him. "Better?"

He nodded, pulling the cloak around him and hiding his arms. "I just need a minute."

"Take your time. You'll be okay." He adjusted his position to lean on his crossed legs, looking out the mouth of the tunnel. The brisk, cold breeze felt good to him, and smelled fresh and clean. It was a nice change after all day inside a musty tomb full of alchemy fumes. He fancied he could just make out the towers of Hogwarts in the distance under the moonlight, but he might be fooling himself. 

He moved his hand to Draco's leg, rubbing it absently. "You did really well."

"Yes, I'm very good at bleeding."

The sharpness in Draco's voice made him look over. "Everything okay?" Draco just stared at him, and he frowned. "Are you still cross? We just did something incredible. You should enjoy it." 

"'We' didn't do anything. I was an unwilling bystander while you performed some of the Darkest magic I have seen." 

"Firstly, that's absurdly overdramatic. And second, this thing just saved your life." He held up the Heart. "You owe it a lot better than your scorn."

"I'm not going to be grateful that it saved me from danger it put me in."

He narrowed his eyes. "Are you talking about the Heart, or me?"

"Now he gets it," Draco snarked. Then he sighed. "I didn't want to talk about this right away, but you're acting like there's nothing wrong. It's almost like you think this is a good thing."

"Isn't it?"

Draco gave him a hard look. "Are you actively trying to scare me?"

"With this, I can cast healing magic that makes Inferi wounds completely trivial. Think about what it can do!" 

"Yes, Nott, think about what it can do. It's amplifying your magic's power, or acting like another focus like a wand or something, right?" 

"In the most layman of terms. I need to do a lot more experimentation to determine its actual capabilities." 

"And you made that out of Wizard blood. Do you not grasp how Dark that is?"

"No one was meant to die from that blood sacrifice. It's not Aethelmaer's fault you have a bleeding disorder; blame Voldemort for your state, not the alchemy." 

"You're still missing the fucking point! Are you doing this intentionally?" He clutched the cloak around him, because he was restless and wanted to move around in his agitation but couldn't, really. "Do you think more of those things means more power? Or what about one made from not just a lot of blood, but a whole body's worth? What other blood do you think you could use — house elves? Centaurs? Unicorns?"

Admittedly, that idea had immense promise. If the magical properties of unicorn blood could be combined with the effect of the Heart, the result could be something spectacular… 

"I can see you wanting to try it." Draco's expression was disgusted. "Now imagine that Voldemort knew about this. Muggleborns disappeared into the Ministry to be harvested for their blood. House elves slaughtered for it like livestock. Every Death Eater with one of those damned rocks." 

"Obviously that would be horrible, but people like that don't need this kind of magic to be horrible, as he already proved. You can't stop progress just because evil people exist." He pushed himself up to his feet and dusted off his robe. "You should calm down, this isn't good for you."

"Don't tell me to calm down."

"Well, I put a lot of effort into healing you, and you're going to waste it if you have a heart attack. You're not in good shape for hysterics right now." 

"'Hysterics'," Draco said coldly.

"Catastrophising. You're working yourself up over nothing." He took Draco's hand to get him to his feet. Draco did it, but ungraciously, and then he swayed and needed Theo's support to keep him up. "We need to get you to the hospital, and then you'll be in a better place once you're healed. If you're still eager to argue about the ethics of a magic that just saved your life when you're medically cleared, fine, yell at me again then." 

He could actually see Draco biting his tongue to keep from dragging on the conversation. He doubted he had heard the last of it, but maybe he would surprise him and realise how he was overreacting when he was in a better physical condition. 

Draco was still having trouble standing; Theo had thought he might be all right after he gathered himself, but it was enduring. Clearly Draco noticed it, too. "Am I this weak because that stone is still getting its power from me?" he asked quietly, leaning heavily on his shoulder.

"No," he assured him, and helped him to the edge of the cave mouth, looking down at the Heart in the palm of his hand. The Scottish highlands stretched out below them in picturesque roughness just visible in the moonlight. "It was alchemically transmuted; it is something completely new now, with no connection to you. But the nature of healing magic is that it calls on a body's own life force to heal it; the less vitality you have, the more difficult it is for magic to heal you, and thus healing resistance. Overcoming healing resistance with spells this powerful is forcing your body to heal in ways it frankly can't support. You'll need some time to recover just from the strain of the healing magic." He rubbed his side, avoiding his unusable arm. "It seemed like a better idea than leaving Inferi wounds to fester, though. At least now you just need rest."

"Following that logic, it sounds like you could kill me with healing magic." 

"Normally, no, the healing would just stop working if you were too weak to do it. With this, though… That's an interesting question." He closed his hand around the Heart. "Right, I'm going to Apparate you."

"Go on then." Draco leaned close against him and buried his face in his shoulder; that was more necessary for flooing than Apparating, but it didn't hurt. Theo held him tightly and turned them on the spot to Apparate to the hospital. 

Saint Mungo's was a little busy, with the waiting room half full of prospective patients, but Theo had privileges as a healer there and bypassed the welcome witch to admit Draco himself with just a note to send Healer Pye to him when he was in. 

He got Draco settled in the nonmagical injuries ward without really exchanging another word, and then got an assistant started with the dittany to minimise the scarring. Then he sat beside him to take a look at his arm. 

It was bad. The skin was cold and it was completely limp, and Draco couldn't feel it at all past the ache in his upper arm. He tried healing the original cuts, silently so as to not bring attention to what he was doing, but there was no response from his body, and that was not a good sign. He looked at Draco's face while Draco watched the dittany application. 

He felt uncomfortably responsible for this. It was a fact that Draco would have bled to death without the tourniquet, even from such minor wounds, and so it had been necessary, but if he had been faster… 

"I'll send someone in to look at this," he said finally. "It's beyond my area of expertise; I'm not even confident saying it's safe to remove the tourniquet myself."

Draco nodded absently. "I need you to bring me new clothes, arrange for an Auror to come see me tomorrow, and tell Mother what happened." 

He didn't mean to make a face, but the judgmental way Draco looked at him with his eyebrows raised told him that he had. "Is making me tell her a punishment for putting you in this situation? Because that's pretty petty, if so." 

"No." Draco looked back at his other arm. The assistant healer applying dittany was making a show of minding her own business. "It's because the thought of writing is frankly exhausting right now, and you are my assistant."

"All right. Sorry." He stood. "I'll be back shortly. Try to get some sleep if you can; you need all the rest you can get." 

Draco nodded without a word, and he left in preoccupied silence.

---

Theo made a detour, between picking up Draco's clothes and finding his mother, to Lucius' office. It was empty, as he preferred; he left the books from the tomb on his desk with a note that they were for the library if he wanted them. 

Then the hard part. The house elf met him on his way out of Lucius' office, and squeaked as he almost tripped on her. "Begging Master Theo's pardon. Mistress will see you now." 

"All right. Her room?"

"No sir, in the drawing room, sir." 

"Got it." He put his hands in his pockets as he walked, turning the Heart over in his fingers. 

Narcissa had come out to meet him and was standing by the mantel; despite the late hour she was still fully presentable and ready to be seen, and he wondered, not for the first time, if she always stayed that way or if she ever relaxed. Her look for him as he came in was mild and tolerant and he knew that was about to change. 

He straightened up his shoulders a bit as he faced her, because she seemed to judge his posture just by existing. "I'm to inform you that Draco is in hospital. It's not his heart, and mostly he just needs rest. He'll be okay shortly." There, that couldn't make her angry.

"If it isn't his heart, what is it?" 

Of course she couldn't leave it alone. "He suffered some wounds from Inferi in a tomb we were exploring." 

Now the look she gave him was much less tolerant. She looked him over in clear and uncomfortable inspection. "I notice that you aren't injured," she pointed out coolly. 

"No, I guess not," he admitted. He hadn't really thought about that. "He defended me so I could get us out." 

"You are meant to be protecting him." And there it was — her expression had hardened and showed him disdain that he knew was actually anger. And probably worry. Draco insisted she was fearful, and he couldn't see it, but sure, maybe that was in there too. Whatever the exact details, she wasn't going to forgive him for a while. 

"I know. I'm sorry it turned out this way. He's safe now, though."

She didn't answer him, but took up the floo powder. "It's not visiting hours," he interrupted. She looked at him for a very long second without blinking, and he eventually got the message. "I'll let you in."

She said, "Quite so," tossed the floo powder into the fire, and directed it to the hospital. He followed right behind her. 

The welcome witch stood up behind her desk and tried to stall them, but Narcissa utterly ignored her and Theo assured her it was fine, which distracted her long enough for them to get by. One icy lift ride later and he brought her to Draco's ward. 

The ward was empty, because nonmagical injuries tended to be pretty simple to treat with basic healing magic. There were a couple healers clustered around Draco's bed at the far end with the curtains half drawn, and as they approached they could hear Draco firmly saying "—not be cutting off my arm. Think of a better solution."

Narcissa looked at Theo with utter disgust and swept past him, even the clipped clicking of her steps telling him off. 

Draco obviously recognised her by her step. "Hello, Mother," he said before she was even quite there. "I'm afraid you've nothing very interesting to see here. You'll only be watching me sleep." 

"Mrs. Malfoy." One of the healers came from the side of the bed to intercept her. "You really can't be here—"

Theo would really like to see them stop her. He shook his head to try to tell them to leave it alone, and got to Draco's bedside. "What's the situation?" He had bandages plastered over his neck and shoulder where that wound had been, indicating that that hadn't responded immediately to the dittany treatment and had needed more help for the scarring, but it was being dealt with.

His arm, though… They'd gotten the tourniquet off and controlled the immediate effects, but his normally near-skeletal arm was swollen outrageously and lying limp half-curled in his lap. He touched his hand to check and found it still cool and unresponsive. He could barely find the pulse in his wrist. The cuts had been bandaged but not healed, and the Dark Mark peeked out of the top of the bandages. Draco would never tolerate that being visible, normally. 

"Severe muscle breakdown from impaired blood flow," healer Dommet reported, her tone clipped and businesslike. "Nerve damage — it remains to be seen how it recovers after the swelling goes down. No response to healing." 

"No," he agreed. "Healing the Inferi wounds was taxing enough on his vitality, I don't think he'll respond to healing magic at all for a little while. I'll keep trying." 

"How did you do that, by the way?" Dommet asked him critically. "His healing resistance should have made Inferi wounds much more serious than merely some potential scarring." 

"Vulnera Sanentur and a fair amount of desperation?" he suggested. It didn't seem necessary or wise to share the Heart just yet, until he knew what it could do. "But it did push him too far."

"You were able to heal those, but not these relatively minor lacerations?"

He shook his head. "We were in a position where treatment simply wasn't possible for nearly six hours. By the time magic was possible, his arm was already beyond me. Were there complications in restoring blood flow?" 

"Yes," she said bluntly. "The dying muscles are poison to the blood, and Pye insists that will be damaging his kidneys and heart. Normally, I would heal his arm and a day of antitoxins would be sufficient. Instead, he'll be on fluids hourly and blood purifiers every four hours until the swelling relieves. And observation, of course, but you're here now."

"I recommend making a small incision to relieve the pressure and reduce the swelling," Pye commented. "My esteemed colleague here disagrees."

"You always want to cut into people, it's obscene." She seemed disgruntled. 

"My clothes, Theo," Draco interrupted. 

"Right, of course." He handed Draco his clean clothes and turned back to the healers. "You mentioned amputation?" 

"If the muscles can't be repaired…" she said. "If he doesn't regain sensation or function, it's just a poisonous liability. A bleeding disorder and a limb without feeling are a disastrous combination." 

"We won't let it come to that," Theo said confidently, and reached back to pat Draco's leg, but didn't find him. Looking back, he realised Draco had sat up on the other edge of the bed, and his mother was helping him into his new robe. Both the shirt and robe had had their sleeve split along the bottom to make space for his swollen arm, and she was helping guide his useless arm through. He frowned; she was trying to displace him because she was offended he allowed Draco to be injured. As though she could have done better; Draco would be dead several times over now if it weren't for him, and that wouldn't be any different if she'd been there with him instead. What right did she have to judge? 

And this was Draco's health they were talking about — Draco wasn't even paying attention.

"The swelling is so severe it's cutting off the blood supply itself," Pye was saying. "Probably putting pressure on the nerves. It needs to be addressed." 

"Leave it, for a day or two," he said without looking away from Draco. "Maybe it won't be necessary to interfere. The less we have to make him bleed, the better."

"I don't think that's the right decision. 'Wait and see' is just encouraging more damage."

"The decision is made, though. The complications for another bleeding wound are too serious. That's how he got into this mess in the first place." 

"I hope you're right…" 

Theo moved around to the other side of the bed and took Draco's good arm while he was straightening his sleeve fastidiously. Narcissa looked at him coolly, but wasn't going to countermand a healer's orders about his health. "Draco, you need to take your fluids and rest. You have another potion in…" He looked over for a sign, and Dommet pointed out the hourglass sitting beside the bed, dribbling pink sand through ornate golden filigree. "Looks about three hours. You need as much rest as you can get." 

"I know." Draco didn't resist and allowed himself to be guided into lying back against the head of the bed, but he took his arm back and used it to move his left hand into his lap. "Though listening to the lot of you discuss cutting me up is hardly restful." 

"We're leaving," Theo assured him. Well, the others were; he was here to watch over him. 

"I'll consult with my doctor friend," Pye said, coming around the bed, and behind him Dommet made a face that made her look like Narcissa. "But I think a week of observation is a starting point. You're taking over?" Theo nodded. "You're watching for nausea, trouble breathing, arrhythmia…"

"Sounds like a normal Tuesday," Draco said with exaggerated casualness, closing his eyes like he was ready to sleep.

"You see why we have to watch so closely to make sure your blood isn't poisoning your kidneys." 

"I've got it," Theo assured him. "Thanks for your help. both of you." He watched the other healers leave and looked at Narcissa. "Are you satisfied he's all right?"

"He is not," she said coolly. 

"But he will be, with a little bit of rest and observation. There's no reason for you to be concerned." She didn't seem in the least willing to agree, and he struggled not to show his annoyance. "If you want to watch over him tomorrow while I'm working, that would be welcomed," he managed to put together, very civilly, he thought. "But right now it is after visiting hours, and I've got this. I'll stay up with him until morning." 

She pressed her lips together, then turned and pulled the sheet up to Draco's chest, lifting his injured arm over the top. "I will be back in the morning." 

"Thank you, mother." He squeezed her hand before she pulled away. 

She didn't say a word to Theo before she left, and he took that as fully intentional rudeness. He didn't much mind. He sat on Draco's bed as they were finally left alone.

"Need anything?" he asked gently, taking his hand. 

"Have a spare arm?" Draco spoke without opening his eyes.

"I'd give you one of mine, but I don't think it would match."

"Can't have that. No, I just need to sleep, please."

"All right." He kissed his forehead and then stood and drew the curtains around his bed. He left him there for a little while to start his inventory of the potions Draco would need.

[bweeeb]

HARD DICK...or three

Summary: Draco, Theo and Mattheo have always been Y/n's best friends, but when she realizes that the reason her relationships don't last long are them, the conversation takes a funny turn involving three boys with hard cocks.

Warnings: English is not my first language, a lot of intimacy between the boys and the reader.

---

There were people who were lucky in their careers, financial life, academics, and even love life. You were a lucky person but hated to admit that the hardest part for you was always your unluckiest part. Boyfriends were never easy for you, and staying stable with them was even harder. You never considered if the reason none of them lasted or were worthwhile was your fault—your poor choices, or the lack of character in all three serious relationships you had over the past few years. You never questioned it until last night. Dave Franco was your boyfriend for a year and a half, and last night he had a jealous outburst in the middle of a Hufflepuff party. You swore you heard him repeat the same words more than three times, “shitty friends,” “are you sure you didn’t have a threesome?” “They want to fuck you!” You were drunk and getting upset with his words until you realized that maybe your friends were much more intimidating to your boyfriends or flings than you had noticed. So you concluded that no, you were not the problem; they were…

— Alright, Our sleeping beauty has already missed the first classes.

Theodore's voice spread through the silent room along with the rustling of the comforter beside you as he occupied the space next to you.

— If you miss lunch, Snape will punish you until next year.

Mattheo said, pulling the blanket off your body, exposing your figure dressed only in navy blue lingerie that hugged your curves.

— And that means if you want to graduate this year, you better get out of this room.

Draco said, casting his eyes over you as you groaned into your pillow and shook your head in denial.

— Fuck off.

You whimpered, feeling your body shiver from the cold due to the lack of a blanket. Normally, you wouldn't be so exposed in front of your male friends, but Dave had broken up with you, so you didn't care at all if the three saw your butt, breasts, or whatever—it wasn't anything more than they had grown up seeing.

— What the hell happened to you? You didn’t even drink that much last night.

Theo said, and immediately you turned to look at him with a pout on your lips.

— Dave, he broke up with me.

You muttered, sitting up quickly.

— And it's your fault, so one of you owes me some affection.

As soon as you said that, your legs wrapped around Nott's waist, who smiled mischievously at Malfoy and Riddle, who were standing at the foot of the bed, watching you almost naked, snuggling into Theodore’s lap. It wasn’t a secret that you were obviously the dream of the three boys, and the fact that you grew up together gave them enough freedom to act like that among themselves.

— What do you mean?

Theodore asked, wrapping his arms around you.

— Yeah, he broke up with you because we’re your friends? Was he afraid of getting punched if he broke your heart or what?

Mattheo mocked Dave, and Draco laughed beside him and continued:

— Man, I think he's gay; there's no way he broke up with you because of us.

— No, he thinks we fucked or something. I don't know how many times I heard the word threesome or that you guys wanted to fuck me last night. Man, it was like torture.

You groaned, getting off Nott's lap and out of the bed, walking towards the mirror. You looked at yourself and sighed, rolling your eyes.

— The guy broke up with you because he thinks we want to fuck you?

Theodore laughed, and you gave him the middle finger while fixing your hair.

— Honestly, he's more insecure than my grandfather. Merlin, how did you stand him?

Draco laughed as Mattheo approached you and hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

— Oh yeah, Draco’s grandfather probably fucks his grandmother more than that loser Dave fucked you. Am I wrong?

Mattheo said with a mischievous smile directed at you through the mirror's reflection, causing you to laugh and shake your head.

— Ew, I don't want to think about Malfoy's grandparents having sex.

Theodore grunted, getting out of bed.

— Yeah, whatever, but the point here is that you all can hug her, and I can't? Get your claws off her, Riddle.

Draco grumbled, unhappy with your position, receiving an irritating smile from Mattheo, who let you go and allowed you to go to Draco with a gentle smile.

— Ah, he's a baby, guys.

You said, and Draco glared at you with a scowl.

— Shut up…

Draco grumbled, pulling you by the waist and throwing you on the bed with him on top.

— I’ll put a baby in you if you keep that up.

— See, that’s why my relationships don’t last.

You said, throwing your head back and pushing Draco off you to fall beside you on the bed.

— Nah, this is bullshit because we don’t do this with you when you’re dating.

Theodore said, sitting next to where your head was lying, as did Mattheo on the opposite side.

— I don’t know; maybe I’m just a terrible girlfriend and act the wrong way.

You murmured, frustrated, turning onto your stomach to hide your face in a pillow.

— Y/n, princess, stop blaming yourself for the idiot’s idiotic choice.

Draco shrugged while leaning his back against the bed's headboard and throwing another pillow at your now exposed butt.

— You hardly even come near us when you’re dating. I can’t remember the last time I hugged you besides today.

Mattheo made a mocking expression, thinking David was making false accusations about you.

— You are the most loyal person in Hogwarts, and everyone knows it. If your boyfriends are all insecure enough not to handle being with you because of us, it’s simple—they don’t deserve you, dolcezza.

— Really?

You asked, and as confirmation, you received three murmurs of agreement. Propping your elbows on the mattress, your gaze changed to a curious look that was noticed by Nott and Riddle.

— Hmm, do you guys want to?

You asked another question, and this time the boys’ faces on your bed were genuinely confused.

— What?

Mattheo questioned your question, and you laughed, laying your head on Theo’s lap, who had lit a cigarette. With a look, Nott understood; he brought the cigarette to you, and with a wild smile, he answered Mattheo and asked you.

— Fuck you?

— Uh-huh.

You agreed, hearing Draco laugh while accepting the cigarette from Theo.

— Everyone wants to fuck you, princess.

— Right, but I’m not talking about everyone; I’m talking about you guys.

You said impatiently, sitting on your heels to look at the three on your bed, staring at you without saying a word.

— Come on, I’m curious.

— You don’t understand, do you?

Mattheo, with his dark eyes and a sly smile, leaned closer to your neck.

— Don’t understand what?

— You can’t ask if we’d fuck you when you’re dressed like that, darling.

Mattheo murmured, and you heard Theo and Draco’s nasal laughter as they moved on the bed.

— Okay, so that would be a yes?

You asked.

— Hell yeah.

Theo agreed, bringing the cigarette back to his plump lips and then to yours.

Your smile grew with each passing minute of silence in the room. The three of them were eyeing you as if you were gold, and you couldn’t measure how much that amused you.

— What?

You asked, feigning innocence as if you hadn’t seen the bulges growing in the pants of the three there.

— Alright, I’ll get changed so we can meet Pansy and Daphne. Wait for me a second.

With that, you got up from the bed and heard a groan from Draco.

— Seriously? I’m hard as fuck, damn it.

Malfoy groaned again, and the four of you laughed.

— You’re evil.

Theo sighed, and you turned to look at them with a pained face.

— I think my dick is going to break, it’s so hard right now.

Mattheo said, throwing himself on the bed before looking at you at the bathroom door with a huge smile.

— Why are you looking at me like that? I didn’t do anything.

You said innocently, and Mattheo snorted.

— How am I supposed to continue the day like this?

— I don’t know, jerk off together, think of Malfoy's grandparents fucking.

You laughed again, and their scowls grew bigger.

— I swear you’ll pay for this, dolcezza.

Was the last thing you heard besides groans before you left to change for afternoon classes.

---

I hope you enjoy this

And if you want to read some dirty shit here:

[prythiansprincess]

little dove.

pairing: tom riddle x reader.

song inspiration: if u think i'm pretty by artemas.

author's note: can't believe this is my first tom fic, but please know that this man awakens the feral, unhinged side of me. let me slytherin to your chamber of secrets and ride that basilisk tommy 😏

This was a stupid, idiotic, and terrible idea. 

Unfortunately for you, those were the conditions in which Harry and Ron worked best under. In your defense, you tried to talk them out of the prank, but the boys were determined to leave their mark. You suppose you could’ve told Hermione, but you didn’t want to interrupt her date with Draco. When it came to talking sense into their thick skulls, you were completely and utterly alone. 

After much argument, you finally accepted that you weren’t going to get anywhere with Harry and Ron. The only thing you could do was supervise their reckless pursuits and minimize the damage as much as possible. So here you were, sneaking into the dungeons under the cover of darkness. 

“This will be the best seventh year prank yet,” Ron whispered as he trailed close behind. “Fred and George are going to be so jealous.” 

“If we don’t die from the cold first,” Harry quipped sarcastically, slightly shivering underneath the invisibility cloak draped over the three of you. “The Slytherins really take the whole cold-blooded thing quite literally, don’t they?” 

You huffed in response, trying your best to muffle your steps. “Can we please focus on not getting caught? We need to be in and out of the dungeons before the prefects start their patrols.” 

The boys nodded as you inched further into the serpent’s nest. Luckily, the corridor that housed Professor Snape’s office was empty. You held your breath as you began to unravel the wards protecting the entrance. You had to give it to him, Snape was incredibly thorough when it came to his security measures. Good thing you were an expert on unlocking charms. 

With a final flick of your wand, the door gave way and creaked open. Ron and Harry wore matching grins as the three of you spilled into the office. Closing the door behind you, Harry’s green eyes crinkled with mischief. 

“Let’s get started.” 

Surprisingly, Harry and Ron’s half-arsed plan was actually coming together. The three of you worked in silence, the boys handing you paints and supplies at the snap of your fingers. After a few more strokes, you flicked your paintbrush over the wall and cocked your head to examine your work. Nearly every single surface of Professor Snape’s office was covered in your illustrations—technically vandalism according to wizarding law. 

The drawings, imbued with the same magic that powered the moving portraits, depicted caricatures of Professor Snape, all of which scurried like rats along the walls, hurtling globs of paint at one another. The head of Slytherin house was going to have a fit when he saw what you’d done to his office. You almost wished you could be there in the morning to witness the look on Snape’s face when he uncovered your masterpiece.

��Bloody brilliant!” Ron exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear as he packed up the paints and brushes. “You’ve really outdone yourself, Y/N.” 

Harry chuckled and nudged your shoulder. “See? You do have a taste for trouble, after all.” 

You rolled your eyes fondly. “Yeah, yeah. Now help me clean up so we can go.” 

As you carefully wiped the office of any trace of the three of you, Harry suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. You looked up, ready to scold him for idling, but fell silent when you saw the panicked expression on his face. 

“What is it?” you asked quietly. 

Harry held up his hand and slowly opened the door, peeking out into the darkness. A muffled clicking that sounded an awful lot like footsteps echoed from the corridor. “Do you hear that?” 

Ron cursed lowly. “The prefects must’ve started their rounds early.” 

You peered over Harry’s shoulder and felt the color drain from your face. “It’s not the prefects,” you said, swallowing thickly. “It’s the Head Boy.” 

Both the boys swore under their breaths. You steeled yourself, knowing that panic was not going to get you anywhere. As quietly as possible, you retrieved Harry’s cloak and beckoned the boys underneath it. 

“We’re so fucked,” Ron mumbled. 

“No, we’re not,” you chided sternly. “Get under the cloak and don’t make a sound.” 

Harry scooted in beside you, clutching the invisible fabric over his shoulders. “Do you have a plan?” 

You nodded. “Run like hell and don’t get caught.” 

“That’s a bloody terrible plan!” said Ron. 

With a glare, you tugged the redhead underneath the cloak. “Then please, let us hear your brilliant idea, Ronald.” Ron stayed quiet, his freckled face etched with fear. “That’s what I thought. Now stay close and for Merlin’s sake, try not to stomp around like a damned erumpent.”

Stupid. 

Idiotic. 

Terrible. 

Every ounce of apprehension you felt earlier that night came rushing back as the three of you cowered in the darkness. It was pitch-black in the corridor, but you didn’t dare cast lumos for fear of getting caught. Thankfully, a small light up ahead provided you with a vague sense of direction. You remembered passing the lit emerald sconce on the way down. All you had to do was get back to the entrance without running into the head boy. 

The glimmer of hope became clearer and clearer as you neared the stairs that would lead you out of the dungeons. You were so close. Barely a few metres away from freedom. 

Just as you thought you were safe, Ron knocked into a table, sending one of the snake sculptures guarding the alcove to the common room tumbling. The marble cracked against the concrete, breaking into a million pieces just like your hope of escaping. 

“Run!” you huffed, urging the boys to go on. 

A solid plan if you hadn’t been nearly blind in the dark. You could hear the shuffling of footsteps beside you. Three sets belonging to you, Harry, and Ron, while an unknown fourth inched closer and closer. Whoever it was wasn’t running, but they were definitely in pursuit. 

You stumbled through the dark, nearly tripping over your own feet. From up ahead, you could hear Harry and Ron urging you on. As you broke into a sprint, paints and brushes came spilling out of your satchel. Under any other circumstance, you would’ve abandoned your art supplies, but leaving them behind would fully incriminate the three of you. In the time it took to pick up the damning evidence, you stopped hearing your friend’s voices. 

It would’ve worried you, but in all honesty, you were relieved. If you could no longer hear the boys, then that meant they made it safely out of the serpent’s nest. A feat in itself given their track record. Those two couldn’t be inconspicuous if they tried. Without the need to worry for them, you were confident that you’d be able to slip out undetected. 

In hindsight, you were perhaps a tad bit overconfident. You were great at sneaking around, but apparently not good enough to slip the head boy’s notice. As soon as you started to creep past the dormitories, you ran into a wall that hadn’t been there before. 

Except it wasn’t a wall. 

It was a strong, firm chest. A chest that belonged to none other than Tom Riddle. 

Leave it to your terrible luck to run straight into the arms of the scariest boy in the castle. 

Determined not to cower, you lifted your chin defiantly and faced Tom head on. “Head Boy,” you greeted in acknowledgment. 

Emerald eyes unflinchingly surveyed you, that intense green stare sweeping from the top of your head to the bottom of your feet. Beneath the faint glow of the Black Lake pouring in through the stained glass windows, you could’ve easily mistaken Tom Riddle for an angel. He looked like an illustration straight out of the Sistine Chapel. Beautiful, intricate, perfect. 

Yet utterly terrifying. 

Danger prickled at your skin as Tom’s lips curved into a sinister smirk. “My, my, what do we have here? A little dove out of her cage.” 

You bristled as he brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, his voice a seductive caress. It was low, husky, and a little rough around the edges. Just like its speaker. Tom plucked a paintbrush out of your satchel and examined it between his fingers. “I saw what you did to Snape’s office. Quite artistic, aren’t you?” 

A part of you considered denying it, but it would’ve been a futile attempt. There was paint splattered all over your skirt and flecks of it were already drying on your skin. Tom had quite literally caught you red handed. The only thing you could do was to own up to it and face whatever consequences came as a result of your foolish actions. 

“Are you going to turn me in to the headmaster?” 

Tom shook his head, his brown wavy hair falling over one eye. “Not until I catch your two helpers.” 

Panic seized your body. It may be too late for you, but Tom hadn’t seen either Harry or Ron. There was a chance they could come out of this unscathed. 

“I was alone,” you declared with your chin held high. “There was no one else with me.” 

Anger contorted Tom’s handsome features. Those emerald eyes lit up in flames as he backed you into a wall, bracketing each side of your head with his arms as he leaned down. You tried not to cower under the intensity of his stare, but gods was it hard. Tom towered a good foot over you and as if that weren’t intimidating enough, he also blocked every possibility of escape with his body. 

“Don’t lie to me, little dove,” Tom growled, tilting your chin up with one hand. “I heard three sets of footsteps running through the corridor.” 

You swallowed thickly, praying to Merlin to grant you the ability to flawlessly lie your arse off. “I swear, it was just me. No one else. I did it all by myself.” 

Tom hummed as if unconvinced. “Well, you’re certainly on your own now. Your idiotic friends left you down in the dungeons all alone. Don���t you know that dangerous things lurk in the dark around here, Y/N?” 

“Like I said, I was alone.” 

“So it appears,” Tom said, flashing you a smile that told you he was the most dangerous thing lurking in the dungeons. “Poor little dove wandering the serpent’s nest all on her own. Hasn’t anyone told you that us Slytherins have teeth?” 

“Why?” In an idiotic surge of courage, the words slipped out of your mouth before you could pull them back in. “Do you plan on biting me, Tom?” 

Tom grabbed your jaw roughly, making you whimper in surprise. “Insolent girl. You’ll learn your lesson soon enough.” 

Without warning, he grabbed you by the elbow and started dragging you down the corridor. At first, you were certain that Tom was taking you to Dumbledore’s office, but as the minutes ticked by, you realized that you were going in the opposite direction. If anything, he was leading you right into the heart of the dungeons. 

Tom’s grip tightened to the point of pain as he guided you up a set of twin staircases, practically flying up the steps on the right side, which you assumed led to the dormitories. It had a similar layout to the Gryffindor common room, except instead of leading into the towers, the narrow hallway opened into an intricate maze in the lower levels of the castle. 

Nestled into the underbelly of Hogwarts was a large, dark room that was surrounded by more stained glass walls that looked out into the Black Lake. A school of fish swam by as Tom ushered you through the door, which he promptly locked behind him with a series of complicated spells you had no hope of deciphering. 

You were trapped. Alone in a room. With Tom Riddle.

Upon closer inspection, you surmised that this had to be his private suite. It was twice as large as your dorm back in the towers and extremely private. A luxury that only the Head Boy and Head Girl enjoyed. 

“You’ve been very bad, little dove,” Tom reprimanded. "You deserve to be punished, but I’ll tell you what. Give up the names of your accomplices and I might find it in my heart to go easy on you.” 

His drawling voice echoed in the bedroom as he leaned back against his desk, twirling his wand between his fingers. The look he leveled at you is enough to awaken your fear. Plus another emotion that you couldn’t quite place your finger on. 

Merlin, Tom was sizing you up like he was the lion and you were the helpless deer frolicking through the meadow. You steeled yourself and doubled down on your lies. 

“There was no one else, Tom.” 

He smirked as though you’d given him the answer he’d hoped to hear. Tom stopped twirling his wand, tucking it away in his back pocket as he stalked over to you. “Very well, then. I suppose you’ll just have to endure their punishments too.” 

You swallowed past the lump in your throat. It occurred to you that while you had your wand, you were completely and utterly defenseless against Tom. It should’ve scared you shitless, but instead you felt a strange sort of thrill as he came closer. “What…what sort of punishment?” 

A smirk curved at his lips as he fisted your hair between his fingers and tilted your head back to meet his gaze. “I think you know, babydoll.” 

Heat ignited in your veins as your tongue darted out to sweep across your bottom lip. “This is crazy,” you whispered. “Shouldn’t you be telling Dumbledore? Snape? Someone in charge?” 

“I’m the one in charge,” Tom growled as he shoved you against his bookshelf. Your back hit solid wood, disturbing the neatly organized tomes behind you. “You snuck into my dungeons, under my watch, and defaced my home. I will dole out your punishment as I see fit.” 

“And if I refuse?” You asked, hoping that you emulated the bravery that your house was infamous for.

Tom pressed his body against yours, leaving barely a hairsbreadth between you as he flashed you a feral smile. “It’s laughable that you still think you have a choice.” 

“I could scream bloody murder. Wake the entire castle up and alert everyone that you're holding a fellow student against her will."

“You could,” Tom mused as amusement flickered in his eyes. “But we both know you won’t.” 

“What makes you so sure?” 

“You’d never risk such a scandalous act to go on your record. First vandalizing Professor Snape’s office, then sneaking into the Head Boy’s dorm after curfew? You’re on a downward spiral, aren’t you, little dove?” 

“I didn’t sneak into your dorm. You dragged me in here.” 

“Please,” Tom said with a scoff. “Let’s not pretend that you don’t want to be here. I’ve been watching you, you know. The perfect little Gryffindor good girl. You think you have everyone fooled, but not me.” You groaned as he pinned your hips in place, sliding his thigh between your legs. 

“You think I haven’t noticed the way you look at me in class? Bending over in that tiny little skirt of yours hoping I’ll glance your way? Leaving the buttons to your blouse undone so you can give me a view of that lacy red bra? Biting your lip when you’re thinking dirty thoughts about me in class?” 

You flushed at his spot on assessment. Tom might be right on the mark, but you weren’t about to admit that to him. Not when your pride was on the line. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Dirty little liar.” Tom whispered against the shell of your ear. “You know, your mental shields are impressive, but it’s like you can’t help yourself when I’m around. You’re practically broadcasting your filthy fantasies every time we’re in the same room.” 

Fuck. 

This was bad. 

This was really fucking bad.

How many times had you sat in class staring at Tom while thinking the filthiest, dirtiest thoughts about him? Tom bending you over a desk. Tom slipping his fingers under your skirt. Tom making you scream with his head between your thighs.

All this time, he had complete access to those dirty daydreams.

“That’s right, doll. You may be a powerful occlumens, but you’re no match for my legilimency.” He chuckled darkly, caressing your jaw. 

A heavy pressure weighed down the constraints of your defenses as Tom poked around in your mind, teasing and taunting as a lover would. The act of him prodding around in your subconscious was oddly sensual, mixing pain and pleasure together as he waited for you to yield. 

There’s no use hiding now, Tom whispered into your subconscious. I’ve already seen inside your mind, doll. And your thoughts are just as fucking filthy as mine. 

Glimpses of your deepest, darkest fantasies flashed through your mind. The images were a never ending rolodex of filth and smut. Tom fucking you like his perfect little slut. Tom panting above you as he spread your legs. Tom working you with his fingers until you were a sobbing, whimpering mess. 

He was right. You were shameless. 

But so was he. A new image of you on your knees while Tom unbuckled his belt, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip as you stared up expectantly took center stage. Since it was from his point of view, you could only assume that he was showing you one of his fantasies. It was oddly satisfying. Tom was basking in the depravity with you, sharing his equally fucked up thoughts. 

“Tom…” you breathed, leaning into his touch as he continued to pin you against the wooden bookshelf. 

“Not Tom,” he grunted gruffly. “You’ll address me properly from now on, little dove.” 

This was so fucked up and yet so hot at the same time. You were so turned on you could hardly speak. “Yes, sir.” 

“That’s better, doll.” Tom declared with a smirk. “Now that I’ve been inside of your head, I plan on being inside you in every other way as well. Starting with that pretty little mouth of yours. On your knees, little dove.” 

A strange sense of deja vu washed over you as you knelt onto the floor. The concrete nipped at your knees, but you welcomed the pain. It kept you centered as your body buzzed with anticipation. You watched as Tom unbuckled his belt, deft fingers slowly sliding his boxers down as he gripped himself with one hand. 

With a smirk, Tom brushed his thumb over your bottom lip, looking down at you with lust blown eyes. “Open wide, babydoll.” 

Tom pumped himself slowly. The sight of his cock made your mouth water, your head spinning and dizzy with desire as you tried to calculate how you were going to take all of him. The tip of his cock glistened with precum as he rubbed over it. Tom was thick, long, and absolutely delicious. You groaned as he rubbed his head over your lips, the salty taste of his arousal resting on your tongue. 

“I won’t ask again,” Tom warned. “Be a good girl and open your mouth. I’ll make you regret it if you don’t.” 

“Yes, sir.” 

A satisfied smile graced his handsome face before he shoved his way in. Your lips parted for him, opening your mouth wider as you accommodated his size. “That wasn’t so hard, was it?” 

You nodded obediently, eyes filling with tears as you took Tom all the way back. He fisted your hair in one hand and rocked against your mouth, hitting the back of your throat. A garbled sound crawled out of your chest, but it was soon silenced with Tom’s impatient thrusts. 

“Fuck,” Tom cursed. “So wet and warm. Such a perfect little throat. What a pity that I’m about to ruin it.” 

Ruin was an understatement. Tom fucked your throat with precise thrusts, angling deeper and deeper and groaning as you gagged on his cock. He was so deep that you could feel him bruising your tonsils. The more he abused your throat, the wetter your pussy got. You were practically soaked as you moaned on his cock, sucking your cheeks in and bobbing your head up and down to take more of him. 

“Such pretty noises,” Tom said, his fingers curling through your hair to the point of pain. He tugged at your scalp, forcing you to meet his eyes as you sucked him off. “If your mouth feels this good around my cock, then I can’t even imagine what your cunt will feel like.” 

You groaned in pleasure, making Tom’s eye roll back from the vibrations. Controlled, compulsive, and perfectly composed Tom Riddle was fading before you, replaced by a man driven only by his base desires. He was an animal lost to lust and so were you. 

Tom squeezed your throat, groaning when he felt himself moving beneath his grip. “Your throat was made to be fucked, doll. You like that, don’t you? You love it when I’m rough.” 

You struggled to nod in acknowledgement, saliva sloppily collecting in the corner of your mouth as you continued to let him use you for his own pleasure. Tom chuckled at your pathetic attempt to respond. “Don’t bother answering, little dove. You won’t be able to speak when I’m done with you anyways.” 

The filth flowing effortlessly from his mouth made you clench your thighs together. Tom threw his head back, those pretty curls tousled and plastered against his sweat soaked skin. A moan tore through his chest as he got closer and closer, fucking into your mouth with reckless abandon. He chased after his orgasm, shuddering as he spurted hot ribbons down your throat. 

“Fuck. You see what you do to me? Swallow, doll. Every single fucking drop.” 

The fantasies that you’ve been harboring for the past few years finally came to fruition, but none of it came close to reality. Tom was a fucking god. A masterpiece coming undone above you. You’ve never seen such a beautiful sight. All the artwork in the world would’ve paled in comparison to witnessing Tom Riddle at his most vulnerable. 

In awe and wonder, you looked up at him with mascara streaked eyes, tears and saliva staining your face. Tom hauled you to your feet and claimed you with his mouth. The taste of him was still on your lips, but Tom didn’t seem to mind as he parted your lips with his tongue. The kiss was neither sweet nor innocent. It was dark and dangerous and there was an edge of possessiveness in the way he demanded your submission. Almost like he was marking his territory. 

Tongues, teeth, and lips met with a clash as Tom carried you over to his desk. His books and journals clattered to the ground as his teeth grazed the column of your throat. The taste of him was intoxicating and you licked, sucked, and nipped at every inch of skin he allowed access to. You gasped into his mouth as Tom parted your legs, not bothering to warn you as he palmed your soaked panties. 

Your core clenched as he slipped a finger inside of your pussy. A squelching sound filled the room as Tom added another digit, pumping you full and fucking you with his middle and pointer fingers as you begged for more. He knew exactly what he was doing. Tom studied you like one of his books, with meticulous precision and alarming intensity, pouring all of his efforts and attention into making your body sing. 

It wasn’t long before that familiar warmth singed your veins, your moans growing louder and more desperate as you clawed at Tom’s back. You were so, so close. You were practically riding his hand as he brought you closer to the precipice. Just when you were about to come, Tom pulled away and denied you the orgasm. 

“Don’t be mistaken, doll. This is still a punishment.” Tom said as you whined from the loss. He silenced your complaints by bending you over his desk. 

“Tom, please—“ You clawed at the wood as he lined up and filled you with one sharp thrust. “Oh my fucking gods.” 

Tom gripped your hips, the slap of his skin against yours echoing in the room as he fucked you from behind. He was relentless, thrusting in and out and arching your back while he railed the absolute life out of you. It wasn’t long before you were getting close again. The sharp angles of his thrusts had him hitting all the right spots, making your knees weak and your pussy sensitive from the roughness of his actions. Sensing that you were close, he rutted into you, letting that tension uncoil before ripping the orgasm away from you once more. You whined, fresh tears soaking your cheeks as you chased after that high. 

“Like I said, this is still a punishment,” Tom taunted, slowing his thrusts to a snail’s pace. “That’s two orgasms I’ve taken from you, which leaves you with two more. Four for every wall you defaced. It should be twelve, given that you had help, but I’m in a forgiving mood. I think I’ll just spank the other eight out of you instead.” 

With your head bowed, you wiped the tears off of your cheeks and braced yourself. You knew that he was telling the truth. To Tom, this was mercy. You should’ve found it sadistic, but you fucking loved it. Maybe you were a masochist. Whatever the case may be, it seemed like the two of you were a match made in heaven. 

“I’ll be good,” you whispered hoarsely. Your throat was still raw and sore from earlier. “I’ll happily take the punishment. I promise I’ll be good, sir.” 

Tom chuckled darkly, relishing in your submission. His hand came down with a hard smack against your right ass cheek, making you jolt from the contact. Before you could recover, he repeated the action on the left. 

“That’s two,” Tom said proudly. “Can you count out the rest, babydoll?” 

You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip every time his large hand came down on your ass. His rings bit into the soft flesh of your skin, but it was a delicious sort of pain. One that you could easily become addicted to. 

Three. Tom tugged at your hair. 

Four. Teeth nipped at your shoulder. 

Five. Fingers curled around your throat. 

Six. Hips slammed against you. 

Seven. Lips trailed down your spine.

Eight. Moans echoed in your ears. 

When Tom slipped his fingers down to your clit, your eyes rolled back so hard that you saw fucking heaven. “It’s not a punishment if you’re enjoying yourself so much, little dove. I can feel you creaming my cock. You look so innocent, but you’re just a filthy fucking slut for me, aren’t you?” 

“Yes sir.” 

“So. Fucking. Perfect.” 

Tom emphasized each word with a thrust and worked your clit faster and faster, bringing you to the edge. This time, he didn’t pull back. Tom let the orgasm build until it threatened to wipe you out entirely. White hot heat coursed through your veins as stars exploded behind your eyes. You whimpered through the intensity of the orgasm. After being denied four times, the pleasure ripped through your body so fiercely that you nearly blacked out. 

“Fuck, let me fill you up,” Tom growled. “Take it, doll. I want you dripping with my cum.” 

“Yes, yes, oh gods. Please cum inside of me, sir.” 

Tom released a guttural grunt, gripping your hips in place as he filled you to the brim. Nothing in the world compared to the sensation of Tom filling you with his warm, wet cum. You glanced behind you and found him staring intently as he slipped out of you, stuffing his cum back into your pussy as it dripped down your folds. You bit your lip, utterly aroused by how fucking sexy this man was. 

His gaze met yours, a proud smile curving against his lips as he swept you off your feet and into his arms. “I think I’ll keep you, little dove.” 

[caramelcal]

Hi, I love your story!! I wanted to know if you can do a when theo is jealous and leave hickey to fem reader. If your not comfortable that’s fine thank you 🤭.

LOVEBITES AND POTIONS

word count: 1.4k

a/n: hiya lovely! thank you for sending a request<3

warnings: fem!reader, no house specified. jealous!theo. boyfriend!theo, playful allegations of cheating/going on dates with others. hickeys.

"Hey, y/n!" A voice called out from behind you, halting you in your movements.

It was a Friday, and you had just left your last class of the day, ready to relax over the weekend with your boyfriend, Theo. That's where you were heading right now; to his dorm.

Well, until someone called out from you.

"I'm glad I caught up with you," The voice said as you turned around, eyes catching onto Zacharias, a Hufflepuff boy in your year, and your potions partner.

"Hi, Zacharias," You gave the boy a pleasant smile, trying to be as nice as possible. You held your books in your hands in front of your chest, looking at the boy who seemed a little out of breath.

"Hi, um-" He started, scratching the back of his neck as his eyes cast away from you for a second, "I wanted to talk to you about our potions project."

You looked at him with a small smile, urging him to go on as he took a deep breath. Tons of students bustled around the two of you, loud, excited to get off to their dorms or hang out with their friends, and although you wanted nothing more than to run to Theo's dorm, you were patient with the boy in front of you.

He seemed nervous.

"Well, I was thinking we could get a headstart on our project, maybe tomorrow in the library?" He proposed, his eyes looking pretty much everywhere but your face, "I mean, I really need a good grade on this project, and I know that you like to..."

Zacharias continued, but you zoned out a little as your eyes caught on to a particular group of Slytherin boys. They all joked about, pushing each other, and just acting generally boisterous. Not a single one of them wore their robes, all claiming to be far too cool for them, their ties loosened and white sleeves rolled up.

Your eyes caught onto the familiar tall figure of your boyfriend as he laughed, his blue eyes catching onto yours as you smiled, getting a smile in return. His friends all started to notice you too, riling Theodore up as boys do when they saw the look in his eyes.

"Y/n?" A hand gently brushed against your shoulder, drawing your attention back towards Zacharias, his eyebrows slightly drawn, and a slight redness in his cheeks.

"That sounds like a good idea, Zacharias," His face brightened a little, "but I can't do tomorrow, I have plans with my boyfriend, sorry."

"Oh."

"We can start on Sunday though? How does that sound?"

A small smile makes its way back onto Zacharias' lips as he nods, "Yeah, that sounds good."

Before you can respond, however, to work out times or anything, you hear a call from behind you, "Y/n! C'mon! We don't have all day!"

Your head whips around, hearing Draco shout after you to get you to hurry up, only to realise all of the Slytherin boys are staring at you, waiting for you to come with them. With a smile, you turn back around and say your goodbyes to Zacharias, before practically skipping over to the boys.

Your eyes don't move from the tall blue-eyed boy, your arms thrown over his shoulders as you reach up and peck him on the cheek. His eyes don't quite meet yours, focusing on something behind you as his hands snake possessively around your waist, a kiss being placed on your forehead.

Then, you're whisked away to the Slytherin common room, and soon enough, Theodore's dorm. The door shuts behind your boyfriend as you place your books down on his bedside table, and he wastes little time pulling your robe away from your neck and down your shoulders, slipping it off your body.

"I missed you," You spoke quietly as you turned around in your boyfriend's hold, your hands going over his shoulders and curling into the hair on the nape of his neck.

Your head is on his chest, breathing in the scent of his cologne and cigarettes, eyes closing at the comfort it brings you.

Theo hummed in response, pulling back a little as he picked you up with ease, placing you down on his bed as he sat beside you, facing you.

His lips soon find yours, his hand sitting around the back of your neck, keeping your lips firmly on his as his thumb caresses your hair away from the side of your neck. His free hand pulls at your tie, then unbuttons the top two buttons of your shirt, moving the fabric to free the side of your neck.

Then, his lips latch onto your neck, near your jaw, and the second you feel him suck and his teeth lightly graze over the skin, you know exactly what he's trying to do.

"Theo, lower. Those marks are going to be visible above my uniform."

Yet, he doesn't stop. In fact, he seems even more eager to mark up the side of your neck when he hears those words tumble from your lips.

"Theo."

He pulled away a little, but you could still feel his soft breaths against the bare skin of your neck. You looked down at him with a quizzical look.

"Why are you doing it so high?"

He avoided the question, his hands pushing your hair back once more as his eyes cast back down to the skin of your neck, "You excited about your date with your little boyfriend?"

"I didn't realise we'd planned a date this weekend."

"I'm talking about your other boyfriend," He quipped back sarcastically, before his lips made contact with another spot on your neck, littering what you can guarantee are going to be countless dark bruises along your neck.

Your eyebrows furrow at this remark as you try to piece together what Theodore could possibly be talking about. What other plans did you even have?

"Are you talking about Zacharias? He's just helping me with our potions project," You informed your boyfriend, your hand coming up to grab at the strands of his soft hair once more.

"Tell him to leave it, I'm better at potions anyway. I'll help you," Theodore bargained, without his mouth moving away from your neck.

He wasn't wrong. Theodore was brilliant at potions, but regardless of that, it was your and Zacharias' project, not you and Theodore's.

"Wait," A subtle smirk came to your lips as you began to piece together what was happening, your hand pushing Theo away from your neck, "Are you jealous, Theo?"

You held him in such a way that he was unable to attach his lips to your neck to continue his attack, your head tilting a little as you waited for a response.

Theodore rolled his eyes in response, mumbling, "No."

"Are you sure?" You pouted a little, raising an eyebrow at the way his eyes were cast to the side, not looking you in the eyes. His hair was a little messed up, and a small pout had made its way to his lips, too. He crossed his arms over his chest, almost comically, as if he was a child in a huff.

"That puff has nothing on me," He mumbled cockily, making you laugh softly as you moved your hands from holding him back. Not skipping a beat, Theo latched his lips back onto your skin, on the opposite side now.

"Stop," You laughed a little, "Snape's going to have a heart attack if he sees these."

You had absolutely no doubt that these were going to be a pain in the ass to hide. Even with your hair down, it was going to be a real struggle. With how many Theodore had left too, you knew the chances of you being able to cover them with makeup was going to be difficult, too.

"Hope the puff does, too," Theodore mumbled almost childishly.

"Don't be jealous, Theo," You spoke softly, your hand coming up to play with his hair once more, your other hand rubbing his back, "You know I'm yours."

"You're right," Theodore responded, pulling away from the last hickey he made, then pressing a soft kiss against your neck, now littered with marks, then your jaw, then your lips. Finally pulling back, his blue eyes meet yours, a smile coming to his face as he surveys his work, then your face, "All mine."

[rafesslxt]

slytherin boy‘s | how they get turned on

headcanon - this is my opinion, you do not have to agree with what i write

contains: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, draco malfoy, enzo bershire

— Mattheo Riddle —

everywhere and any time!! The list is long!

when you two are in class and you start concentrating so you slightly chew on the end of your pencil

when you smile and laugh - he would be so happy when you are carefree

when you wear his favorite color. Underwear or normal clothes, it doesnt matter. It makes you look so good in his eyes that he just wants to rip them off

when you get mad - damn, espacially when you talk in your native language

when you wouldn‘t talk to him so he would try and apologize while slowly kissing up and down your neck and shoulders

when you sat on his lap when no seats would be available. You all sat down in the train to hogwarts and as your friends saw that there was no space for you they started to scoop togethet but you would just let your ass fall down on mattheo‘s lap, smiling innocently at him

when you got turned on somehow while the two of you would stand seperated at a party, talking to your friends and he could see your desperate gaze at him

when you got drunk – he would never do anything with you under the influence but still he would get turned on on your loose tounge and words plus your touchy hands

when you do something sexy but smile innocently. Like you would bend over in class when he sat behind you, picking something up and then look over your shoulder back to him, smiling. Or you would make a ponytail, taking your time with it and again – smiling at him innocently, reminding him of how you got ready before –

when you got jealous. It wasn‘t just the fact that you got mad and that alone already turned him on, but he felt how much he meant to you and that he‘s important to you making him go even more ferral

when you took control – he was alway used to do things on his own, being tense all the time so when you did he felt so under your control it turned him on – especially in the bedroom

when you got into a fight with someone talking shit about him being the son of voldemort so you would come back with a bloody nose knocking on his door – just the tought of you hitting someone for him

— Theodore Nott —

when you talked to him a lot or read to him so he could stare at your soft plump lips moving

when you‘d come back from some sort of training, all sort of sweaty, out of breath and red face - got him going crazy

when you corrected him. The two of you would study together and after already staring at your lips he would raise his eyebrows at you correcting him. "oh so you‘re all smart and all shit now yeah? Let‘s see what you can use your smart mouth else for."

you touching him softly so he would get goosebumps all over his body

when you wear his clothes – especially after waking up and you just wearing his way too big shirts with only underwear under it but also when you would wear his hoodies on the weekends so everyone could see you‘re his

— Draco Malfoy —

when you wear his initials on a necklace he bought you or on your ring so everyone could see you belong to him

when you are confident in your own skin, chin always up. Showing everyone not to mess with you – he would be so proud too

when you would whisper gossip in his ear but not because of the gossip but because of the whispering and your hot breath on his ear

he always felt touch starved even If he‘s not so any kind of touching him would turn him on. Even something like you two laughing and joking and you touching his arm

— Enzo Berkshire —

to me he is the most shy of the group I‘m sorry ya‘ll i know there is a lot discussion about it

when he hears you ask him If you can be on top, riding him. His breathing would get heavier at the tought

generally when you are more dom and he‘s more sub – it would turn him on so much seeing you in control of hin

when you get touchy in front of his friends on a night out, party or just a little gathering – his cheeks would flame up so badly but at the same time it feels like a forbidden fruit to him in front of people

when you massage his scalp – he would get goosebumps all over his body and bite his lip while trying to control himself – failing of course

when you come back from some kind of training too like Theodore but also If he watches you and hears you groan in frustration – voice kink

when you kiss him – yes, so that‘s often. And no matter where you two are also.. in class, with his friends, his or your family

when you do things like grabbing his shirt to pull him in to kiss him, whispering and nibbling his ear, getting him flustered on porpuse with saying dirty things in his ear while friends are around

but also If you let him take completly control of you all tied up giving you to him

thanks for reading 🫶🏻

xoxo sarah <3

[jijournal]

WEALTHY, WITTY, WITCHES | D.M

Part 1: Crazy Rich... Wizards? Part 2: Wands, Wizards, And Wicked Traditions Part 3: Wealthy, Witty, Witches

Summary: After barely surviving a disastrous dinner with your wizard boyfriend’s parents, you’re forced to endure yet another nightmare—this time, with his ex.

wc: 2.9k

cw: for tha sake of the story astoria is younger by a year, astoria is a fake bitch (sorry to all the astoria lovers), jealous astoria, Druella Black is also perfectly alive in this.

A/N: Omg!! We are almost at the wedding part!!!

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

This was torture.

You were now zoning out as a group of rich, classy girls sat beside you at a long black-and-gold dining table, talking about clothes, shopping, men, and something called a beautifying charm.

You only met her once, but Daphne had already insisted on inviting you to her bachelorette party. In her own words:

"I know we just met, but I really like you and I’ll be thrilled if you come to my bachelorette party in two days! It’s going to be so much fun, and you’ll get to meet all the other amazing girls who’ll be in my wedding!"

So now, here you were—sitting in a grand dining room that could almost be mistaken for a great hall. Pillars of gold adorned the dark oak walls, and you had no doubt those blocks of gold were real. The golden columns gleamed against the marble floor, which mirrored the massive chandelier hanging above the long dining table.

You found yourself surrounded by elegant women who all weirdly looked the same. You swore that half of the girls in this room has their hair up in a bun, wearing a nude lipstick shade, and their dresses colored black, white, and beige.

You wore one of the dresses Draco had bought you in Diagon Alley—a long black pleated skirt and a sleeveless dark green scoop-neck top, paired with matching dark green slingback heels. You stood out like a sore thumb.

Gosh this was dreadful.

"Hi! Y/N right? Draco's girlfriend." you look at the girl who suddenly sat on the empty seat beside you. She had porcelain skin, wavy dark brown hair that's up to her waist, and eyes that match the color.

"Yup that's me!" you smiled at her, your body fully facing her now.

"I'm Astoria! Astoria Greengrass" she said, sticking put her hand hoping for you to shake it. She had this huge smile that's obviously forced, her perfect white teeth glimmering.

"Greengrass? Are you related to Daphne?" you questioned, head titling ever so slightly. Then your hand finally shook hers.

She pulled her hand away and her smile got bigger, grinning ear to ear. "Yes I am! I'm younger by a year."

"But enough about me. I want to get to know you!" she exclaimed, doing a tiny clap of excitement. "How long have you been with Draco?"

You smiled, polite and composed, keeping your posture relaxed. even with the growing tension. “Two years,” you said, and you noticed immediately how Astoria’s eyebrows lifted a little too high.

“Two years?” she echoed, her tone light and questioning, the kind of disbelieving surprise someone uses when they’re hoping they’ve misheard you.

“Wow, that’s… longer than I thought,” she added with a short forced laugh, her hand resting on the tablecloth with practiced grace as she leaned just slightly closer.

You stayed still, your smile steady. “Yeah.”

She gave another sharp little nod, her perfectly styled hair barely shifting. “That’s just… funny,” she said, voice softening into something more intimate, more insidious.

“Because Draco and I dated for nearly two years too. Back before the war, of course. We were… very close,” she added with a meaningful glance, as if you hadn’t quite registered her significance yet.

You didn’t flinch, but something cold curled in your stomach. “I didn’t know.”

She beamed at you like it was a compliment. “Oh, everyone assumed we’d end up together. Our families were thrilled. It all made sense—pureblood lineages, similar upbringings, same social circles. You know how it is.”

You offered a gentle shrug. “Things change.”

She laughed lightly, but there was a strain to it now, something tightening around the edges. “Clearly,” she said, eyes sharp. “So, how did you and Draco meet then? Was it at some function, a fancy gala, or…?”

“No,” you said, your smile pulling wider, warmer, realer. “We met at a park in Muggle London. My Labrador knocked him flat on his back—spilled his coffee, then my dog started to lick his face. Total disaster, honestly.”

Astoria blinked at you, her expression faltering ever so slightly. “Oh.”

“I bought him a new coffee. We talked for hours. It just… happened.”

There was a pause where she seemed to recover, blinking too slowly, too carefully. Then she laughed again, airy and a touch too high. “How… quaint.”

“It was,” you said simply.

She looked away, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear, then turned back toward you with a more curious glint in her eyes. “So how are things going with his parents?” she asked, voice overly casual, like she was trying not to sound too interested when she very clearly was. “I mean, you being a Muggle and all… that must be a bit complicated, right?”

You paused for just a second, and it was enough.

Her smile widened just slightly, as if your hesitation had confirmed whatever she was hoping for.

“It’s… complicated,” you admitted, choosing your words with care.

“Complicated,” she repeated slowly, savoring the word. “That’s understandable. Draco was always so close with his family. Especially Lucius.”

“Narcissa has been civil,” you said, carefully measured. “Polite, distant, but not unkind. I think… she’s trying. In her own way.”

Astoria nodded knowingly. “That sounds like her. And Lucius?”

“He won’t speak to me,” you replied with a soft shrug, like it didn’t sting, even though it did. “He made it clear from the beginning that he doesn’t approve, and he hasn’t changed his mind.”

Astoria looked almost pleased, though she masked it poorly. “That must be hard for Draco,” she said, her voice faking sympathy. “I remember how much their opinion used to matter to him—he used to talk to me about it all the time. Lucius adored me, you know.”

You gave her a look that was calm, collected, unreadable. “Draco makes his own choices now.”

“Still,” she said, glancing down at her manicured nails, “it’s not easy, trying to convince a family like them that you belong.”

“Draco never made me feel like I had to convince anyone,” you said simply, and her smile faltered for the first time.

She took another sip of her drink, eyes scanning the room like she was bored of the conversation already, before leaning in again, voice lowering discreetly. “So… does he still get nightmares? He used to wake up reaching for me, like he was terrified I’d disappear. It was… heartbreaking.”

You forced a smile. “He sleeps peacefully now.”

Her lips parted, caught slightly off guard.

You looked at her with a steady gaze. “I guess he’s finally where he’s supposed to be.”

The silence that followed was stiff, heavy with unspoken irritation. Astoria’s expression wavered between disbelief and dissatisfaction, as though she couldn’t quite decide whether she wanted to continue playing the 'nice' ex or rip off the mask entirely.

She exhaled through her nose, straightening her back. “So tell me,” she said after a beat, voice laced with derision hidden under feigned curiosity, “does he even understand Muggle things yet? Like… telly? Or whatever that little card is that opens doors.”

“You mean a keycard?” you asked, smiling politely.

She waved her hand as if the difference didn’t matter. “Yes, those.”

“He’s learning,” you replied, tone light. “He likes television. Got really into one of those long series. Refused to let me skip the theme song. Drives like a menace, though.”

She blinked again, thrown off by your directness.

The air around her fumed with quiet, unspoken frustration. But before she could say another word, Daphne’s voice rang from the other end of the table, cheerful and commanding.

“Astoria! Come here for a second!”

Astoria glanced at you one last time—half glare, half forced smile—before standing in one smooth motion, brushing invisible creases from her skirt, posture as perfect as ever.

As she turned to walk away, you caught her muttering something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like, “Two years with a Muggle.”

You just lifted your water glass and took a sip, hiding your grin behind the rim as you watched her retreat across the glittering dining hall.

This was definitely not the night you’d imagined—but at least now, it was a little more fun.

⸻

“Sooooo, did you ever plan on introducing me to Astoria?” you said cheekily, eyes squinting, mouth in a dramatic frown as you dropped your purse onto the ornate armchair near the fireplace.

Draco looked up from where he was loosening his cufflinks, perched on the velvet settee in his bedroom at Malfoy Manor. He blinked, as if the name took a second to register. Then his brows lifted ever so slightly.

“Astoria?” he echoed slowly.

You folded your arms, waiting.

Draco sighed and leaned back, the corners of his mouth twitching. “I was hoping I wouldn’t have to.”

You narrowed your eyes. “So you did plan on keeping her a secret forever, then?”

“I wasn’t keeping her a secret,” he said, sitting up straighter, running a hand through his hair. “It just… didn’t seem important. That was ages ago. Hogwarts-era. Practically a different life.”

“She told me you used to wake up reaching for her in your sleep,” you said, arching a brow. “That doesn't exactly scream 'unimportant.’”

Draco groaned and stood, pacing a few steps before stopping in front of you. “That girl thrives on drama. She always has. She wants to remind everyone of what could’ve been, just to feel like she’s still relevant in my life. But she’s not.”

You watched him closely, studying the tired set of his jaw, the way his shoulders tensed as if he expected you to press harder. So you softened—just a little.

“She was testing me,” you said quietly. “She wanted me to feel small. Like I didn’t belong.”

His face darkened at once. “Did she say something to you?”

“Not directly,” you said with a light shrug. “She didn’t have to.”

Draco cursed under his breath and turned away, fists clenching briefly at his sides. “I should’ve warned you. I didn’t think you’d be ambushed like that.”

“I handled it,” you said simply, and when he looked at you again, your expression was steady.

That made his lip quirk. “Of course you did.”

You stepped closer, your voice dipping. “But it’s hard enough already with your father pretending I don’t exist. I didn’t need an ex-girlfriend parading around like she’s still the future Mrs. Malfoy.”

Draco reached for your hand, grounding you both. “She’s not,” he said firmly. “You are.”

Your eyes widened slightly, and his grip tightened, just enough to anchor you.

“I mean it,” he went on, quieter now. “I didn’t choose her. I chose you. I keep choosing you. Even when it’s hard. Even when they don’t approve."

You swallowed hard, your throat tight.

“I know,” you said after a beat. “I just needed to hear you say it.”

He pulled you into his arms, his chin resting lightly atop your head.

“She hates that I’m happy,” he murmured into your hair. “That’s all this is. She thought she could shake you.”

You smirked against his chest. “I think I shook her.”

Draco let out a low laugh. “I don’t doubt it.”

You leaned back slightly to look at him. “Next time, I want a heads up before I walk into a social trap filled with pureblood peacocks and their horrifyingly symmetrical faces.”

“Deal,” he said, brushing your hair behind your ear. “Though I have to say… you looked like you were enjoying yourself near the end.”

You gave him a wicked grin. “Just a little. Her eye twitch was a highlight.”

“She twitched?” Draco’s smile split wider. “I’m so proud of you.”

You rolled your eyes but laughed anyway, resting your forehead against his. “You owe me dinner. Something greasy. Muggle-style.”

“Anything,” he promised.

And for a moment, the rest of it—all the whispers, the stares, the bloodlines, the judgment—faded into nothing.

Because he chose you.

And he always would.

⸻

The morning light filtered into the drawing room, catching on the carved edges of the mantel and the polished floors of Malfoy Manor. You were curled in an armchair near the tall windows, Draco’s oversized shirt hanging off your frame, tea warm in your hands. The manor was quiet, unusually so, and for a moment, you let yourself enjoy the illusion of peace.

That is, until the echo of sharp heels clicked purposefully down the corridor.

Draco tensed before the door even opened, halfway through buttoning his shirt. “She’s early,” he muttered under his breath, glancing toward the hallway like he could delay her arrival by sheer force of will.

You straightened a little. “Who’s early?”

He didn’t get the chance to answer. The door swung open with barely a sound, and in swept a woman who carried herself like the room belonged to her—which, knowing this family, it probably once had. Regal and composed, dressed in deep lavender robes embroidered with constellations in silver thread, she had the unmistakable look of someone who had never once asked permission to speak.

Her sharp eyes scanned the room before they settled on you, expression unreadable.

“Draco,” she said smoothly, voice like velvet over ice. “You didn’t tell me your little guest was so charming.”

You stood instinctively, setting your tea aside, uncertain whether to curtsy, shake her hand, or just vanish through the floor.

Draco managed a stiff, “Good morning, Grandmother,” the edge of tension in his voice making your spine straighten further.

Druella Black. Even her name sounded like it belonged in a history book, one with bloodstains on the pages.

“It’s lovely to meet you,” you said, trying for polite but steady. “I didn’t know you’d be joining us.”

“I rarely announce myself,” she replied, sweeping into the room without waiting for an invitation. “That’s half the point.”

Without asking, she settled into the armchair across from you, her posture perfect, hands folded over one knee. Her gaze flicked over you again, like she was peeling back every layer of your thoughts.

“You have a good presence,” she said after a pause, eyes narrowed slightly in thought. “You hold your space well. That’s rare these days. Most girls fidget. Shrink. Apologize for existing.”

You gave a careful smile, sensing a trap and stepping around it. “Being underestimated has its advantages. People rarely guard themselves when they think you’re not a threat.”

Her lips quirked faintly, almost like approval. “Indeed.”

“I watched you at the party yesterday,” she continued, reaching for the cup of tea that had just appeared beside her—house-elves always knew when she arrived. “You didn’t flinch. Not even when Astoria tried to bait you.”

“She wasn’t exactly subtle,” you replied, tone dry.

“No, she never was. Pity. I had such high hopes for her when she was little. But she grew up soft. Whiny.”

You raised a brow. “Entitled.”

Druella actually chuckled at that, a soft, dangerous sound. “I like you. Most girls in this world either stay silent to keep the peace or snarl to prove a point. You’ve done neither.”

You tilted your head, curious. “What do you think that says about me?”

“That you think before you speak. That you aren’t desperate for approval. That you have a spine,” she added, her voice almost pleased. “Which is more than I can say for most of the society girls who’ve wandered through these halls.”

You didn’t reply right away, unsure how much to let show.

“I don’t trust easily,” she said then, as if sensing your hesitation. “But I know what I see. And I see that my grandson looks at you the way Lucius looked at Narcissa.”

That made your breath catch. Druella’s gaze didn’t waver.

“Love,” she said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

To your surprise, you and Druella ended up talking for nearly an hour. Just the two of you, with Draco excusing himself to give her space—or perhaps bracing himself for disaster.

But it never came. Instead, you spoke about everything from magical theory to literature, to the ancient portraits lining the corridor walls, some of which she personally remembered posing for. She asked about your opinions, challenged your logic, and occasionally smirked when you held your own.

She may have been the only one in Draco’s family who seemed genuinely happy to meet you.

When she finally rose to leave, she took your arm without ceremony, letting you walk her to the door in a silence that felt earned rather than forced. Just before she stepped outside, she gave your wrist a light squeeze.

“You’ll do,” she said, her voice soft but certain.

You watched her disappear down the drive, her figure shrinking into the sunlit morning until it vanished.

When you returned to the drawing room, Draco was still seated where you’d left him, watching the doorway like he was trying to decide whether or not the house had burned down in his absence.

“She liked you,” he said slowly, voice full of something halfway between awe and confusion.

You smiled faintly, settling back into your seat. “Is that so shocking?”

He blinked. “You talked to her. For an hour.”

“She didn’t hex me,” you pointed out.

“She once hexed a Ministry official for standing too close to her peacocks.”

You snorted. “Then I’m making progress.”

Draco leaned back, eyes narrowed as he watched you. “She never likes anyone. She barely tolerates Mother. I thought she’d hate you. I thought—” He broke off, running a hand through his hair. “I thought she’d say something horrible.”

“She didn’t ask questions. She just talked to me like—like a person.”

“She must be slipping,” he murmured, but there was a note of reluctant amusement in his voice.

You smiled into your tea. “Maybe I’m just irresistible.”

He smirked. “I already knew that.”

Neither of you knew, of course, that there was still one thing Druella hadn’t discovered—something that, for now, remained quietly unspoken.

⊱ ─── ⋅ʚ♡ɞ⋅ ─── ⊰

masterlist!

[malfoy-mrsdracomalfoy]

Potions Partner

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Strong language, some bullying

Word Count: 4268

Summary: Fem!Reader is Draco's Potions partner and has struck his fancy. The catch? The feelings are not mutual. Draco is determined to change that.

Author's Note: This is a slow burn.

Reader's Point Of View:

Draco, my so-called Potions partner is sitting next to me- not paying attention as per usual. Apparently his conversation with Crabbe and Goyle can't wait until class is dismissed. In a lull in conversation, Draco glances over at me, acknowledging my presence for the first time ever.

"Oi, girl." He says, turning his full attention to me.

I look up from my notes to him. "What?" I'm already annoyed I turned in our essay that was supposed to be a team effort to Professor Snape. The only part Draco contributed to it was writing his name on the corner under mine.

He smirks, leaning back in his chair. "Just making sure you're not too busy trying to understand something too complicated for someone like you."

"Oh how thoughtful of you." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes. his smirk widens at my response, genuinely finding amusement in bothering me.

"You find yourself to be clever, yeah? Talking to me like that."

"Like what, then?"

"Sassy. It's rather cute that you think you're just going to get away with that."

I give him an unimpressed look before promptly looking back at my notes, trying to tune into Snape's lecture again. Finally, the trio falls into silence after Snape gives them a very heavy glare. That doesn't shake Draco enough to leave me be. I feel his eyes on me just about the entire lecture- not taking any notes of his own.

I turn my body away from him so he can only see the back of my robes- feeling annoyed and slightly self-conscious.

After a few minutes, Snape dismisses class and I gather all my things and haul out of the classroom, walking quickly through the crowd of students. Draco catches up with me, matching my pace as I walk. Does this guy really not have anything else better to do?

"You know, every girl in this school would drop their knickers for me- why are you acting like you're better than any of them?" He says, clearly taking an ego hit with my lack of interest. I let out a laugh of disbelief. "Do you actually believe that? I mean you actually believe that most girls want to 'drop their knickers' for you?" I say, mimicking his accent when I repeat his repulsive comment. His smirk returns full force.

"Without a doubt. I could have any girl in this school. Hell, I could have half the professors, too." He says arrogantly, watching me intently for my reaction.

"Oh! Professors as well? Wow! You're really something." I say, voice mocking. His eyes slightly narrow at my tone.

"I bet you're jealous you're not one of the girls I want."

"More like I'm not one of the girls you can have." I look at him, small smirk forming.

"You're not even pretty." He says, testing my reaction. I bet he expects me to wilt like a flower.

"No? Pity. I so badly wanted to be called pretty by someone like you." I say sarcastically. His smirk widens as if he's enjoying someone pushing back to his insults.

"You're rather ugly." He says, waiting for me to snap back to him.

"Ugly? How will I ever bounce back from this heart-breaking insult? I am SO wounded." I say, keeping my sarcastic tone. He laughs softly before he covers it with his usual smirk.

"You're a bloke repellant. I mean, look at you. You have no tits or ass." He adds, clearly trying to offend me.

"Oh, you've been looking, then?" I stop us mid-walk and turn to look at him fully. A challenge. His eyes widen briefly, caught off guard by my quick comeback.

"You know what I mean." He runs his gaze over me deliberately this time. "You have no redeeming qualities." I watch his eyes carefully, smugly noticing that he's checking me out under the guise of judgement.

"You say that but your eyes lingered a little longer than they should've."

"Fuck off." He says gruffly, turning away to hide his face.

"You started this. I'm just finishing it. I always finish what I start." I say, wanting to throw him off with an unexpected innuendo to catch his reaction. He slowly turns back, his smirk back in place.

"You shouldn't talk like that." His voice drops lower. "It makes a bloke think things."

"I'm not in charge of the innerworkings of a man's mind." I give him a once over. "Besides. I don't know why you're hassling me about my looks. You have no room to talk." He laughs genuinely, seemingly unphased.

"At least I have a dick." He says, trying to shock me but I spy his hands slightly shaking at my newfound confidence. "You probably don't even know what one looks like."

"A dick? What's that?" I pretend to be confused.

He stares at me for a moment, speechless. Then, he bursts out laughing- loud and uninhibited.

"You're fucking with me right now." He says between chuckles.

"Obviously." I say, confident and standing tall.

He shakes his head as he stop laughing, keeping a smile on his face. He takes a step closer.

"You know what would really fuck with me right now?"

"I have a feeling you'll tell me even if I don't ask."

"Smartarse." His blue eyes hold mine intently. "I'd be really fucked right now if you just.. for once.. stop being such a clever fucking witch and just admit you find me attractive." His voice is barely above a whisper, and I spy a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. I knew he cared about my opinion even though he acts like he's unbothered by anything. I pretend to be thoughtful for few moments.

"Hm. No."

His face breaks into a grin, clearly amused by my denial.

"You're seriously telling me that I'm standing here practically begging you to admit I turn you on..."

I smirk. "I rather like a begging man." I say, pleased I have the upper hand now. He stares at me for a moment, shocked again by my direct approach.

"Fuck, you're infuriating." He says with a low chuckle, his eyes never leaving mine.

"Oh, yeah?" I tilt my head to the side, smirk in place.

He steps even closer, his voice challenging. He wants to push me. I bet he wonders how far he can go before I actually snap or give in. "You know what your problem is?"

"I drive men wild with my charm?"

His eyes flicker down to my lips briefly before meeting my gaze again. He smirks, his voice low and seductive "No, your problem is you have no idea how attractive you are when you're being a sassy little bitch."

"Attractive?" I remark with a smirk. He watches me for a second, an amused grin taking over his face.

"Shut up."

"No, I don't think I will." I shift slightly, popping my hip out and crossing my arms. I know exactly what I'm doing. He's going to eat his words and regret he ever made any sort of sexist comment about my appearance. His eyes flick down to my hip, taking in the newfound curves it gives me.

"Stop moving like that." He says, trying to look annoyed but his eyes betray him. He finds me attractive whether he admits it to himself or not.

"Or what?" I say, holding his gaze, eyebrow raised. This was his last straw.

His hand reaches out and grabs me by my hips, pulling me flush against him. "Or I might just have to show you exactly what your smart mouth and sassy attitude do to me." I chuckle. I win.

"You're trouble, and not the fun kind." I say, pulling slightly back- I'm not that easy to get. I feel his fingers dig into my hip slightly, holding me in place. He leans down, his face inches from mine.

"You're the kind of girl that every bloke wants but wouldn't dare try. Too hard to get. Too much hassel."

"But you're not like most guys- are you?" I smirk up at him, pleased I have him in my web now. His grip on my hip tightens as he smirks back, his voice a low growl.

"No. I actually have the balls to go after what I want."

"What is it that you want?"

He releases my hip suddenly, his hands coming to frame my face as he backs me against the wall. "I want you. Your mouth, your attitude... I want to see if you're as fiery in bed as you are out of it." He pauses, face inches from mine. I nearly laugh out loud. As if he think it'll be that easy.

"Not going to happen." I smirk, looking over his features. "I like how boldly you declared that though."

His expression turns embarrassed at my rejection but he quickly covers it with anger. He steps back, his hands balling into fists at his sides. "Fine. Keep acting like you're too good for me, then." He turns to leave but pauses at the door, looking back over his shoulder.

"Something to add?" I say, amused at his ego hit. He needed to be taken down several notches.

"You're so busy being the 'unattainable girl' that you miss out on having any fun." He smirks mirthlessly. "I can have anyone I want. At least those girls know how to act on their desires. They're not stuck up like you." With that parting shot, he storms out of the room.

"Wow. Good insult." I say sarcastically, laughing slightly as I adjust my skirt. "Drama king."

ONE WEEK LATER

Over this last week, Draco has started a subtle campaign of flirtation and teasing me, testing the waters to see if I'll react. He's constantly finding moments alone with me to drop hints or remarks. In between classes, during study hall, even through the dark hallways at night. He's persistent, I'll give him that.

Feeling like I'm falling behind in Potions due to Draco's 'subtle' touches and his loud conversations with his friends- I decide I need to buckle down and head to the library. I refuse to get anything less than an 'Outstanding' because of him.

LIBRARY

Thankful for the silence of the library- I take my favorite seat in the back where there's low foot traffic. I work diligently for a few minutes before I hear an unexpected sound- a swoosh and something with claws landing on wood. I stop my quill mid-air as I still, listening for the sound and looking around- wondering if it's my owl. On a bookshelf about three rows down, my eyes land on an Eurasian Eagle Owl. The owl watches me for a moment before turning and promptly flying out the closest open window.

Turning my eyes back to my essay, I jump back onto my train of thought I had just moments ago. For a while, the only sound in the library is the scratching of my quill on parchment and the occasional page flip.

That is until I hear the creak of the library door opening. I sigh, annoyed that there's going to be someone in here with me. I was hoping for absolute isolation and silence. I hear footsteps approaching- so I look up.

"Hey, beautiful." The smooth and confident voice of Draco floats to me before he reaches me with his usual stride- chest squared and shoulders slightly back.

"Draco." I say casually, turning my attention back to my homework.

"I missed you today. How's your day been?" He presses on, smirk on his face.

"I'm working on an essay. I would appreciate silence."

He takes the seat next to me, raising his hands in surrender as he turns to face the table, grabbing his own things out. I'm granted a few moments of quiet to focus on my homework.

"Y/n?" Draco says, voice quiet.

"What?" I say, turning my head to the side to look at him.

"I forgot my potions book. Can I borrow yours?" He asks, smirk in place. "Or we can share."

"Yeah, go on. I'm done with it anyway."

He leans over to 'borrow' the book. As he reaches across me, his arm brushes against my chest deliberately. He pauses for a moment longer than necessary before setting the book down in front of him. "Thanks." He says, looking smug.

I roll my eyes and scoot a chair away from him. Why was he sitting right next to me, anyway? The whole library is empty. I roll my eyes and pull out my Charms textbook, taking notes.

He notices my slight movement away from him but doesn't comment on it. Instead, he leans back in his chair, stretching his arms above his head. His shirt rides up slightly, revealing a strip of his toned stomach. "It's hot in here, isn't it?" He comments, looking at me with a smirk.

"Actually, I'm rather cold. Must be a draft from the air of superiority that surrounds you."

He raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Always the sharp tongue. I should have known better than to expect anything less from you." He leans towards me, resting his elbows on the table. I hear the library door open again, and a few students shuffle in and take the table a few rows over.

"Must you be here? Couldn't you be anywhere else?" I say, rolling my eyes and turning my attention back to my notes.

He chuckles softly, the sound low and mocking. "And miss out on our banter? No thank you. Plus, my owl found you for me. You should be honored." He watches me from the corner of his eye, his quill moving idly across the page as he pretends to work on his own homework.

I shake my head and turn away so he doesn't see the smile that creeps across my features. I shouldn't find that flattering, it's creepy. He sent his owl to look for me so he can come bother me. But, he must have caught my smile because he smirks which turns into a full blown grin. He knows he's getting to me.

He pushes a little further by 'accidentally' dropping his quill on the floor right between our two chairs. "Oops." He remarks casually, bending over to pick it up- his soft, platinum locks tickling the bare skin of my arm.

"You're not nearly as slick as you think you are." I say. When he raises his head from picking up his quill, he lingers a few moments- his face level with mine. I spot a teasing glint in his ice blue eyes.

"And you're not as unaffected as you pretend to be."

"Shut up." I say, turning from him to hide my shy smile.

"You're feisty tonight." He pauses, letting his sentence hang in the air before continuing. "But I must say... it suits you."

"Everything does." I shrug casually, pretending to focus on my notes.

An amused smile settles over his lips. "You know what your problem is?" He leans forward, his voice dropping conspiratorially. "You're too smart."

"Oh, yeah?" And you know what YOUR problem is?"

He leans back again, his gaze never faltering. "No doubt I'm going to enjoy hearing this." His smirk returns full force as he waits.

"You think you're being charming and persistent, but you're just flat out annoying. Like a fly buzzing in someone's ear."

This time, he laughs out loud. "You're harsh."

"If you think that's harsh, you should hear the things I don't say out loud."

His smirk returns slowly. "Need I remind you that most girls would kill to even be seated next to me?"

"So they can choke on your expensive cologne? It's far too strong and you have too much of it on."

The eavesdropping students a few tables over laugh quietly and glance over, obviously finding this banter entertaining. Draco catches their eye and they look away quickly, pretending to work again.

"You really don't care about my reputation, do you?" He asks incredulously.

"Should I?"

His smirk widens but he says nothing more. Taking his silence as the end of our conversation, I reopen my textbook- aware of his dangerously close proximity. I take advantage of the silence, finishing up my homework and standing to go. Draco murmurs a small "see you later." as I pass him by, which I return, then I leave the library- feeling a little more warmth to a certain blonde Slytherin with an ego that's too big but a charm that's far bigger.

POTIONS CLASS

As I lean over to read a small caption in my Potions textbook, my hair falls into my face. Before I get a chance to move it- I jump at the feeling of gentle fingers pull it back for me. Once the strands are tucked behind my ear, the warm fingers of Draco Malfoy linger on the skin of my cheek for longer than necessary.

When I glance up to meet his eye, he smirks- pulling his chair closer to me before he sits down. He leans closer to me, his voice low and husky when he speaks. "May I borrow your notes?" He asks softly. "Please?"

"If you must." I tease, sliding my notes over to him. His lips twitch slightly at my teasing response. He copies my notes quickly, and Crabbe and Goyle slide chairs to join us at the table. Draco hands them my notes to borrow as well.

"Oh sure, pass them around." I mumble, rolling my eyes and leaning back in my chair. "You're lucky I was done with them."

Draco chuckles softly. I watch as he passes my notes around the table which is somehow bustling with various members of his clan coming to copy my notes before leaving. I watch them flip through my pages with impressed murmurs.

"Damn, y/n." Says one of the Slytherins. I couldn't tell who because I don't know half their names.

I glance over at him, some tall guy with shaggy brown hair. The Slytherin leans forward conspiratorially before he glances over at Draco. "I never thought I'd see Malfoy sitting next to someone that's smarter than him." He winks at me before moving away to his own table. As fast at they came, Draco's clan left.

"Well, this was odd." I say, organizing all my notes that have been returned to me, "No thanks to you. Distributing my notes like it was the morning paper."

Draco smirks at my sarcastic comment, leaning back in his chair with a lazy grace. He watches me intently- his eyes never leaving my face. When I look up at him, he raises an eyebrow. "I was just helping." He says, his tone mock innocent.

"Yeah, helping. Real helpful bloke you are." I say sarcastically, "You'd help me right over a boat's dock into shark-infested waters."

His smirk widens at my comeback. "Well, at least I'd still be helpful. You wouldn't have to do it yourself."

"Funny." I give him an unimpressed look- "And is that what you call yourself? I have a few other choice words in mind. 'Helpful' is not one of them."

He laughs softly, the sound genuine and warm. I really enjoy this banter with him, and I even enjoy him chasing me. It's fun.

"What would you call it then?"

"Annoying." I say, point-blank. He laughs a little louder this time, drawing the attention of some nearby students. He ignores them, focused on me entirely. "Annoying?" He repeats, still smiling, "I'll take that as a compliment coming from you." His eyes sparkle with amusement.

"What are you even doing right now? You've just been sat in that position for the last half hour and you've not gotten one thing done." I gesture to his open textbook and blank parchment. Well, he did have one page of notes done but only because he copied mine. He follows my gaze to his untouched book, still on page 394.

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Maybe I find other things more interesting than studying right now." He says smoothly.

"Does your incessant flirting ever cease?"

He leans back in his chair, a playful glint in his eye as he replies, "Not when I'm enjoying myself this much." He pauses, "And not when I'm around someone who keeps my attention so well." I look at him for a few moments. He's effectively wearing me down with his persistence and I am starting to form a small crush on him that I quickly suppress because there's no way I want him to know he's right about being wanted by every girl.

"You know what your problem is?"

He raises an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smirk as he waits for my response. "Enlighten me." He says, voice low and inviting. "What's my problem?"

"You stare unrelentingly at me. You remind me of a snake watching its prey."

His smirk widens at my analogy. He leans forward again, maintaining direct eye contact. "And what if I am? Do you know how rare it is to find someone who can actually handle my stare?" His voice drops lower, "Most avoid it."

"Your stare is quite intense, isn't it?" My eyes flicker between both of his ice blue ones.

"Some people say my stare is intimidating. My mother swears I inherited from my father." He laughs softly, "What do you think?"

"You really don't want to know what I think." I laugh softly to myself, tucking my things away to busy myself- small smile in place.

He watches me tuck away my things for a second before he stands up abruptly, making the chair scrape loudly against the floor and steps right behind me. "I do want to know." His voice comes from behind me, his figure towering. I feel suddenly flustered.

"Have you no decorum? We're still in class." I shuffle slightly in my seat. I feel him lean down slightly- his lips close to my ear.

"But you're here next to me, looking so good..." He whispers, "I'm not bothering anyone else, am I?" His breath tickles my neck.

"No, you've just stuck with bothering me."

He lets out a low chuckle, his chest vibrating on my back. I feel his presence almost completely now. I can't help but imagine what it would be like to be under him in a different scenario.

Noticing how quiet it's become, I glance around to see that at some point class was dismissed and Draco and I were left behind. We are the only ones left in the entire classroom.

"Only because you're the most interesting thing in the room," He admits quietly, "You don't back down from my snark, you speak your mind..."

I turn to smirk up at him, faces inches apart. "Soon, you'll be writing me love letters like a pining admirer."

He rolls his eyes at my teasing, but I see a small smile tug at his face. "Don't push your luck." He says without any real heat behind his words. "My handwriting is atrocious."

"Oh, so it's fitting for your personality then?"

He laughs genuinely, looking over my features, clearly enjoying this verbal sparring and extremely close proximity. "Touché" He grins, "You really are quite... sharp." His eyes flick down to my lips briefly before he settles his gaze on my eyes again. "Incredibly witty."

"Don't forget beautiful." I tease, voice playful.

"Beautiful, witty, and annoying as hell." He mutters, his voice affectionate. "The perfect combination."

I give a small smile, shaking my head up at him. "You're being far too nice. What are you up to?"

Realizing he's been slowly shedding his flirty advances for something more meaningful, he clears his throat and regains his composure- standing back upright and heading back to his seat, sitting down stiffly. "Nothing." he says, "Just enjoying the banter with a girl who can actually keep up." He pauses.

"Oh. Is that all?" I smirk at him, already missing his close proximity.

"What else would it be?" He challenges, his voice low. "You think I'm flirting with you?"

"Oh, you're absolutely flirting with me. That's what's been happening."

He stares at me for a long moment.

"Then let me be clear." He says, his voice low and intense. His eyes lock onto mine as he leans in closer. "I am not just flirting with you." He says firmly, "I am courting you. There's a difference." He pauses, letting the words sink in. "And I don't do this with just anyone." I look at him thoughtfully for a moment.

"I like you, y/n." Draco says, holding my gaze. "I'm not pursuing you for a shag. I think you're beautiful, and clever, and witty, and brilliant and I like spending time with you and talking to you."

"Draco.." I start softly.

"Y/n. Please." He says, cutting me off. "Let me finish. Yeah?" He looks at me, waiting for my nod. When he gets it, he continues.

"I want to spend more time with you. Intentional time. I want to pursue a romantic relationship with you. Are you willing to try with me?" He reaches out to take my hand, intertwining our fingers before setting them in my lap.

"Yes, Draco. I am willing to try with you." I say, finally allowing my carefully constructed walls to begin cracking. I have a feeling it'll be a long journey for the both of us but I also know it'll be worth it.

Masterlist

[andillneverbethesame]

CASUAL

❥ draco malfoy x reader

❥ warnings; oral sex, implied vaginal sex, not reread — may contain gramatical mistakes

❥ word count; 2,3k

❥ a/n; ik i should be prob writing your ts requests but i've been listening to casual by chappel roan sm lately and got idea for this fic sorry for the second smut not being written. i realized how much i don't like writing it.

you and your dear friend daphne greengrass were seated in the slytherin's common room sofa, doing your potion's homework on the last minute.

"ugh, does snape hate us? this is an awful homework!" daphne complained with her head in her hands.

"i agree," you spoke. "this is taking forever. and i gotta meet draco in-" you checked your watch "-fifteen minutes."

daphne sighed, making you glance at her with a raised eyebrow.

"got a problem, greengrass?"

she stared at you, contemplaining on what she should say. "i think you're a loser that you're still hanging around and let him treat you like that."

daphne didn't like draco before this thing between you two even started, none of your friends did. but they hate him even more, knowing he's wiping the floor with you.

"you don't know how sweet he actually is," you tried to convince her. and a bit yourself, too.

"it's a facade."

in that moment, you could see from the corner of your eye two girls walking past you and eyeing you up and down.

"do you think it's serious between her and malfoy?" asked one the other.

"nah. nott said malfoy told him she's just a girl he bangs on his couch." answered the other.

you froze. this was so humiliating. you could only hope that those were just rumours and draco never said anything like that to theodore. you could ask nott, but you doubt he would tell you if he really heard him say that. him and draco were the best of friends.

you met daphne's look that clearly said, "i told you so."

"oh, fuck off!" you packed your things and left the common room.

draco said to meet him in the library, so that's where you were heading. on your way there, you tried your best to ignore the looks and the whispers of other people. it was a date night, after all. you were determined not to let your mood be ruind by silly things like that.

the library was quiet as always. you always thought draco asked to meet you there because it's such a calm, romantic place. plus, both you and draco loved reading so you'd spent your date time like that. however, daphne suggested a few weeks ago that the reason draco wanted to meet in the library, was the fact that there weren't much people in the evening hours, so no one would see you there. you could only hope that that wasn't the case.

you found him at his usual spot in the right back corner of the library.

but he was not alone.

he was seated at the table while pansy parkinson was sitting on the table with her legs crossed. you could see her fingers slightly lifting up her skirt, revealing her underwear. and the worst thing was: draco was looking. and by the way he smirked and licked his lips, he liked it.

rage filled your entire body but you decided to play it cool. you put on a smile and made your way over to them.

"hey, pansy," you said, still smiling brightly. "didn't expect to see you here. haven't you got a better thing to do than flirting with other girl's man?"

she rolled her eyes and got off the table. she send draco a wink and blew him a kiss before leaving.

you huffed and took a seat opposite to draco. he continued on reading his book, but as if he could feel the daggers you've been sending through his head, he lifted his gaze.

"what?" he asked, acting clueless.

"care to explain why it looked like if i didn't walk in you two would be shagging each other's brains out?"

"we wouldn't." you swore you could see his eyes crinkling. what a fucking liar. "why do you care anyway? are you jealous?"

"yeah, i am!" you admitted. "we are together. you have me. so why do you still cave other's girl attention so badly?"

he snorted. "we're not together."

you froze, feeling humiliated once again. this was so embarassing you wished you had the ability to melt into the ground. but you didn't. all you could do was stare at him for a few seconds before letting a faint "oh" leave your lips. you couldn't help it. tears started to form in the corners of your eyes.

draco saw that. "i'm sorry, baby. i told you no attachment." his arm reached over the table and placed it over yours.

"i know. you're right. i'm sorry," you apologized although you had nothing to apologize for.

draco stood up from his seat and kneeled in front of you. "it's okay, i forgive you. you're someone i couldn't lose." and then, his hands went to the sides of your face and his lips to yours. although, you were deep down still feeling angry. the feeling of his kiss made it vanish.

------------------------------------------------

"oh merlin!"

you were in draco's limousine, your legs were over the boy's shoulders and his head was between your thighs. you gripped his blonde hair. he was truly a master at this. his tongue worked perfectly on you, eating you out as if he was starved and as if he never tasted anything better.

you were sure his fingers would leave a mark from the tight hold on your outer thighs. but you didn't mind. it would be there to remind you of the best head of your life.

his tongue flicked over your clit, sending waves of pleasure through your body each time he touched that one spot that caused you to see heaven. your eyes were rolled to the back of your head as your nails dugged into the skin of his shoulders. you were close to the edge despite it being only five minutes.

your glassy eyes watched him. it was truly a wonderful sight that could alone make you come. and then, his icy blue eyes met yours. and that was all you needed to fall apart under his touch.

when you finally collected yourself and draco wiped his mouth with a napkin he pulled from the back pocket of his pants, you two sat in silence with your head on his shoulder and his arm around your body. this was one of the moments you refused to believe that draco believed it was casual. him kissing the top of your head, his fingers intertwined with yours, him smiling when you drew a heart on the limousine's foggy window-

"would you like to meet my mother?"

-him asking you to meet his mother-

wait. what?

your eyes went wide as you pulled away from his embrace. "what?"

he shrugged. "my mum wants to meet you."

you raised an eyebrow and smiled. "you told your mum about me?" that was surprising. i mean, sure, you told your mum about him too, but that was different. this meant everything to you while it meant very little to nothing to draco.

"no," he shook his head and your smile dropped. "i'd bet all my money it was zabini or nott."

"oh, right. well, if you'd like me to, i'd like to meet your mum."

"great," he nodded. "i think you'd like her. i'm not so sure about my dad but. . ." he didn't finish his sentence and you didn't ask kim, knbowing how the relationship between him and lucius was.

you were about to meet his parents. was it still casual?

---------------------------------------------

you gasped at the sight of the malfoy manor. it was twice bigger than you expected. the gate opened and you two walked in to the property.

"how rich are you?" you asked him, still gaping.

"enough to never have to work for the rest of my life," he replied with a smirk.

"hm, i'd like that."

and then, your mind began on creating fantasies again. you were dumb. but you loved it. you dreamt of you and draco in a year, after you two graduate. you dreamt of living together and it didn't have to be in a manor large like this one. it could be in a room at three broomsticks. it didn't matter as long as you two were together. and then, maybe you two would be something. and he'd show you off to everyone.

you blushed at the thought. these fantasies are fatal.

draco opened the large door to the manor and you two walked in. for some reason, it was a bit colder than the outside air but you could imagine yourself spending time there.

"mother?" draco called out but there was no response. but then, an elf walked into the hallway and the boy asked him, "dobby, where are mother and father?"

"t-they are out, mr malfoy. they are taking care of some business," he replied, his voice shaking.

draco nodded, looking as if he knew what business the elf was talking about. he turned to you and said, "let's go. we'll wait in my room."

he took a hold of your hand and intertwined his fingers with yours, making fireworks explode inside of you.

his room was quite small compared to the other rooms in the manor, but it was very cozy anyway. he had the dark walls covered with posters of his favourite quidditch team and also with pictures. you took your time walking around and exploring. there were countless of photographs with him and his friends, two or three with his mother (zero with his father) and one with. . .

you.

it was a photo of you two on one of slytherin's party, before you started hooking up, you were sitting on the common's room sofa with your arm around him and his hand on your knee. you already fancied him at this point. the look in your eyes as you gazed at him couldn't be missed.

you really did love him.

you turned around, still smiling. you found him sitting on his bed so you took the advantage and began to straddle him. his head hit the matress as his hands gripped your hips. your fingers found its way to his colar, untying his tie.

"what do you say to a little fun before dinner?"

-----

"draco!" female voice echoes through the manor. "we're home! you can come downstairs!"

you two spent the last fifteen minutes in his bed, in silence.

"well, we definitely can't come down looking like this." you both were still naked, not bothering to put on your clothes just yet. your hair were a mess and your lipstick was smudged from the endless making out.

you got up to find your clothes since they were scattered everywhere across the floor.

"have you seen my bra?" you asked draco after you found your panties. you saw him holding it, expecting to give it to you. but instead of that, he send you a wink, turned around and put it in one of his drawer.

a light laugh slip passed your lips. "you dick. that's my favourite one!"

"well," he shrugge, "it's mine now, sorry."

you rolled your eyes and slipped on your maroon dress. this one was a gift from draco for your birthday.

right after that, you grabbed your clutch and walked into the bathroom to fix your appearance.

"a question," you called out to draco.

"yeah?"

"what did you say to your mum?"

"what do you mean?"

"well," you paused to put on your lipstick. "what did you tell her about us and our relationship status?"

he leaned against the doorway and crossed his arms on his chest. "what would i tell her? i didn't tell her anything."

"oh. . . then what. . . are we?"

you heard him sigh. "y/n, why do you expect another answer? we're casual. i told you that at least a hundred times."

casual.

a perfect evening ruined by one fucking word.

you were so done with this.

"casual?" you repeated, turning around to face him. "i'm about to meet your fucking parents, draco. what the fuck do you mean that we're casual? do i mean nothing more to you than an occasional shag? why, draco, why?"

"i told you, i'm not ready for a relationship," he tried to reason.

"not ready for a relationship? you like ten girlfriends before me, how can you be not ready? at least tell the truth and say you don't want to be with me."

"oh merlin." he exhaled. "you know that's not true. why are you so bitter about it?"

"i'm meeting your parents," you repeated for the second time. "you take me out on dates, you buy me an expensive dress, you even talked about a future with me in it once but then you say it's casual and you wonder why i'm bitter?"

"but i told you countless times we're not together-"

"draco!" his mother's voice called again.

"we'll be there in a minute!" he yelled. his voice sounded a bit harsher than he intented it to be. "i tell you we're not together all the time and you always say it's fine. but i can tell it's obviously not. so why are you still hanging around?"

you nodded. "you know what? you're right. i tried hard to be the calm girl that holds her tongue and gives you space, but honestly? i'm not. and i'm exhausted of pretending to be in case you change your mind one day and tell me you wanna be with me." you began to pack your things.

"wait. don't." you stopped, hoping he'll say the right things. but the next words were a dissapointment. "what do i tell my parents?"

you shrugged. "say what you tell to your friends. it's casual. so there's really no point in meeting them." you walked past him with a sweet fake smile and before he could say anything, you were out of sight.

[thatdesigirl17]

all i need is you I part four

series masterlist. masterlist.

a/n: sorry for the delay, comment to get added to the taglist!

warnings: swearing, reader overhearing herself being called a slut

The next morning as Y/N got out of her common room to go to the Great Hall for breakfast, she saw the three Slytherin boys waiting for her, where Theo usually did. 

‘Hey cara.’, Theo greeted her with a peck on her cheeks. ‘You guys don’t need to wait on me every day.’, she said as they started walking. ‘Ofcourse we will, love. You’re a part of our little group now.’, Mattheo winked at her, earning a glare from Theo, making Enzo and Y/N chuckle. 

After all of their classes for the day, Theo walked Y/N back to her room. ‘What plans do you have for this evening?’, Theo asked her. ‘Nothing as such, I was thinking about going to the library and studying. Why?’, she replied.

Theodore scratched the back of his neck, ‘Nothing. I’ve quidditch practice today and other guys’ girls come by for practice, so I thought if you were free, you should also. But it’s okay if you aren’t.’ 

Y/N nodded slowly, pondering the thought in her mind. ‘I’ll swing by. I can go to the library later.’, she smiled softly. ‘Are you sure? It was just a suggestion.’, he confirmed. ‘Yeah, I’m sure. I was gonna catch up on studying I’ll do that later.’, she smiled. ‘Thank you.’, he smiled. ‘No need to thank me.’, she said as they continued walking in a comfortable silence.

Later, Y/N made her way to the Quidditch grounds, she caught a glimpse of Theo and Mattheo instantly flying over the ground. She sat down on the stands in the back. She could make out Draco and Blaise flying around as well. Theodore stooped next to the stands and paused for a moment, smiling and winking at her as a soft smile graced her lips. Just as he zoomed out, back into the drills, Y/N overheard a group of girls talking nearby about how insanely hot Mattheo Riddle is. She rolled her eyes thinking how much more would his ego inflate if he found out. Soon their conversation changed from Mattheo to Theo, piquing her interest further. 

‘Theo is the most attractive one out of the lot of them!’, a high-pitched voice squealed, followed by another, ‘I have to agree and the Italian accent makes him even more sexier.’ ‘Shame he has to be with that slut.’, another voice chimed into the conversation, making the other two laugh. Y/N clenched her jaw and heard over as the three of them continued to insult and bitch about her. Just as she had had enough and was about to confront them, one of them said, ‘I don’t understand why Theo is with her.’ ‘I think, it's out of sympathy. Last night, he was flirting with me when we bumped into each other in the common room. I bet he’s just using that slut until he finds someone else to sleep with.’, one of them explained.

Y/N stiffened, her heart beating faster. Was Theo really just going out flirting with other girls? Her train of thought was interrupted as the girl proceeded to narrate the entire incident that had happened between Theo and her, and by the looks of it, he seemed to be flirting with her. However, Y/N was more focused on why she felt jealous when she knew this was all an act. She knew it was all a facade for them to get what they wanted, so was she feeling so attached? Y/N shook those thoughts out of her mind, there was no way she could be this affected by this. It’s Theo after all, he flirts with everyone and besides, they aren’t together. It’s all just an arrangement to get what they truly want. She looked at the ground, the practice was over and the players were heading back to the changing rooms. She took in a deep breath and went down the stands towards the changing room, waiting outside of them for Theo. 

‘Hey cara, didn’t get too bored did you?’, Theo said stepping out of the room after a while, his damp hair clinging to his forehead. ‘Of course she did, she had a pretty good view, right darling?’, Mattheo smirked as he stepped beside Theo winking at Y/N, making her chuckle. ‘Fuck off, Riddle.’, Theo grumbled his eyes fixated on Y/N’s face. 

Theo and Y/N walked to the library after getting their books and sat in the corner, away from the eyes of other people as they focused on their studies. Theo looked up slightly, resting his chin on his hand, noticing the way Y/N’s eyes trailed over every word, her brows furrowed in concentration as a strand of hair framed her face. 

‘Can I help you, Theodore?’, she sighed, meeting his eyes. He smirked, ‘What? Never had earlier boyfriends looked at you like that?’ Y/N shifted in her seat, avoiding his gaze, ‘Um, no.’ ‘Why’d you get so flustered?’, he chuckled. ‘I’m- I’m not flustered.’, she retaliated. ‘Then why are you getting so defensive? What’s up with you?’, he asked. ‘Nothing.’, she mumbled, trying to focus back on her work. ‘Come on, talk to me.’, he said, nudging her feet under the table with his. She met his gaze, contemplating what to say. ‘Go on, I’m here to help.’, he pushed further. She sighed, ‘Fine. It’s stupid.’ ‘Nothing’s stupid.’, he shrugged and motioned her to go on. ‘I overheard these girls talking earlier today and one of them said you flirted with her yesterday. Now I haven’t had any boyfriends but I know that’s not supposed to happen. This being my first relationship or whatever this is, it still feels bad. Are you really sure you wanna do this?’, she explained. Theo’s eyes widened, ‘Firstly, I haven’t flirted with anyone since we started this. I want it to be as believable as possible so whoever you heard must just be jealous or lying to get her friends’ attention and of course I wanna do this otherwise I wouldn’t have proposed it.’ ‘Alright, thanks.’, she smiled softly, believing his words. He gave her a soft smile as he proceeded cautiously, ‘Were you serious about not having any boyfriends earlier? Am I really your first boyfriend?’ Y/N gulped nervously avoiding his eyes and nodded, ‘Wouldn’t exactly call you my first ‘boyfriend’’ 

Theo hummed as he sat back, thinking. ‘What happened?’, she asked. ‘Get up.’, he said. ‘W-what?’, she stuttered as he got up and held her by her elbow pulling her up from her seat as she protested. ‘What are you doing?’, she asked him as he packed her things. ‘We’re going out, I’m gonna drop you at your room and wait for you outside after 20 minutes. Get ready and meet me by your common room door. End of discussion, not hearing anything.’, he said as he practically dragged her out of the library and dropped her into the common room.

Y/N’s mind was racing with thoughts about what she should wear how should she dress where was Theo even talking to her. She entered her room and sighed in relief when she spotted Ivy in her bed. 

‘Ivy, I need your help. Theo is taking me out, I don’t know where, I need help with how should I dress.’, she said, making a beeline towards her closet, ignoring Ivy’s squeals of happiness and her talks about Theo being such a nice boyfriend. After a few minutes, Ivy helped Y/N get dressed and brushed her hair as she applied her makeup, and they talked. Y/N glanced at the time, it had been 35 minutes since Theo had dropped her off, and she was late already. She finished her makeup and went outside where she saw Theo waiting for her.

taglist: @ladyblablabla@ho3smadd@insideoutjulie@wannagetnoodles@boomdolle@slitherinky

[mrsnottt]

-I've only ever loved you!

pairing: theo nott x fem!reader

Summary: where you and theo cross the boundaries of friendship.

warnings:slight mentions of smut near the end but purely fluff

note: I don't speak much English and i'm a first time writer let me know how I could improve pls!

It was a common occurrence for the group of slytherins to gather in the common room after a dreadful day of classses.

The boys had all gathered around the firepit. Mattheo,Lorenzo and Draco on the couch complaining about the last Quidditch game against Gryfinndor. Theo and Blaise sat side by side on their lounge chairs sharing a cigarette amongst themselves.

As you packed your bag and got ready to leave your final lesson your path was blocked by Cormac McLaggen “hey y/n are you still into that dumb slytherin or you going to take me up on my previous offer” it had taken a lot of energy to not punch him then and there.

“Cormac we’re never going to be a thing get over it” just as he was about to retaliate Pansy had thankfully interrupted him by pushing you into the direction of the door and showing him the finger.Once we were out of sight she began to ramble on “What a dick it’s been what 3 years ,come on, everyone can tell you and Theo are infatuated with each other”

“pansy come on it’s not like that” you didnt know why you still insisted when you knew she knew you better then yourself “yeah yeah why else have you been single your whole life?” you just rolled your eyes not in the mood to have the same repetitive conversation.

It's not that you didn’t like Theo it’s just you thought it was too good to be true.While you had been single he had managed to be seen at different parties with different girls and a part of your heart would break each time while you waited for your turn.

“Okay i’ll stop talking but will you tell him what happened and how McLeery will not stop bugging you” that had made you chuckle but it stopped when you thought about how Mclaggen had followed you around school during fifth year begging you to date him until Theo found out and had beaten him black and blue and he didn't stop until Mattheo and Lorenzo had dragged him away from the boy that became limp on the floor with blood everywhere. You shiver as you recalled the memories “I think i’ll refrain from telling him this time”

Y/N and Pansy had just returned to the common room from the final class of the day.

As you and pansy went down the stairs towards the boys you looked up and were met with theo’s eyes and he beckoned you over to sit with him as we made our way over you felt pansy nudge you and you looked over to see her wiggling her eyebrows teasing you.

You couldn't blame me for my feelings for the Italian boy with the hypnotising eyes, we had met during first year and have been inseparable since. We were probably the closest to each other amongst the group, we had been with each other through ups and downs and found comfort within each other.

As you made your way over to Theo he discarded his cigarette on the ashtray. You had gone to sit on the armchair but he snaked an arm around your waist and moved you over to sit on his lap "that's better amore mio" he then started playing with the ends of your hair while focusing on his conversation with Blaise.

As you turned around to face the other boys and pansy while trying to appear unfazed which was harder then it looked especially with Theo rubbing circles on your inner thighs causing butterflies to appear in your tummy.

You gave pansy a knowing look once you saw her move over to cuddle with Blaise. Apart of you felt quite jealous of how easy it was for your friends to form relationships but of course the other part of you felt joyful for your friends.

You began to relax in his arms and lay your head on the side of his neck until a trail of goosebumps began to form on your neck from Theo whispering “Are you feeling okay?You don't look well,my love” with the soft gaze in his eyes when he looked at you it was hard to not give in but you just nodded “I just had a long day and had double DADA lessons with Snape."

Theo looked at you unconvinced but he seemed to have let it go “Do you want to take a nap in my dorm and then we can hang out with them later” he knew you so well you gently nodded,now feeling more tired at the thought of sleeping.

He tapped on your thigh to alert you to stand up as he took you by the hand informing the group we were going for a nap. You refused to look back avoiding Pansys knowing look.

As he led you up the stairs to his dorm and brought you into the room with his hand still intertwined with yours.The room that was usually resided by Mattheo and Lorenzo now empty Theo had now gotten comfortable on his bed whilst you took of your shoes.

Theo spread out his arms inviting you into his embrace,you gladly joined him. After a few moments of silence Theo began to play with your hair and you glanced up to him to find him already looking at you “You know you don't have to hide what your feeling Amore mio”he let out a sigh“I know but i just don’t want to stir the pot or anything” He gave you a look which meant ‘stop playing or i’ll found out myself’ which caused you to reluctantly spill.

“It’s just i’ve been single my whole life and now i’m not sure if i’m destined to face unrequited love for the rest of my life and i feel like everyone’s gained some experience including you who has a a different girl each party and i feel like I'm missing out” you let out a breathe you didn’t know you were holding from your rant.

You felt like a weight was taken of your shoulders you glanced up again to see what he was thinking “principessa ,I truly wish you could see yourself the way i see you and how worthy and valuable you are,none of those girls compare to you and those excuses of a men don't even deserve to breathe the same oxygen as you."and with that he left a kiss on your forehead

Even though you felt flustered you couldn’t believed the words that come out of his mouth in absolute awe your gaze dropped down to his lips as he licked it and your words had began to spill out of your mouth “Would you ever love me more than a friend?" he looked taken aback and started to shift which made you regret your words instantly "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable I don't know why I said that" you started to remove yourself from his hold in a panic over the possibility of ruining your friendship before he pushed you back onto the bed, held you by the waist to secure you in place and connected your lips together with him on top of you.

His soft,pinkish lips against yours as you both fought for dominance he gently bit your lower lip.It felt as if your lips perfectly fit together and you knew it was going to be your new addiction. You both separated gasping for air "ti amo così tanto mio tesoro"(I love you so much my darling) you gazed up at him unable to speak you felt like you were in a trance"I love you so much I can’t even explain it in words but I know I only want you for the rest of my life and you heal different pieces of my heart each time I lay eyes on you" you couldn't even fathom the things he was saying it had all felt surreal.

"I love you too ragazzo carino" (pretty boy) you replied leaning up to give him another peck on his lips "does that mean your finally mine Bella ragazza?" (pretty girl) you chuckled you felt like the stars and moon had aligned "of course,its not like I haven't been longing for you since third year"at the confirmation he had been waiting for Theo tugged you closer to him on top of you giving you another kiss that should be written in the books.

The kiss began to heat up and become more passionate ,full of emotion, he tugged on the hemline of your shirt taking it off. His fingers crawling slowly upwards,stopping at your sternum.

You interrupted the kiss before it could go further "At least Mclaggen will finally leave me alone"Theo let out a groan at the mention of the boy "ugh principessa why would you mention him"you giggled as he rolled his eye out of annoyance "That bastard won't be able to touch you with a ten-foot pole"you felt yourself get turned on at his sudden anger "why don't you show him who I belong to?"

Theo grinned at the idea and continued his previous actions displaying his love for you all over your body.

The thought of a nap being long-forgotten..

[bubbless-s]

˚ ༘୨୧⋆Plushie love ༉‧₊˚

Context: Your fav slytherin boy finds out you sleep with a plushie.

Masterlist

-ʚɞ genre: fluff

- ʚɞ warnings: delusions at max!!

Tom Riddle

꩜ Acts like its childish and says that he doesn’t like it.

꩜ Actually Tom thinks its very sweet but he would never say it!

꩜ He also secretly loves to grab the toy and smell it cuz it has your scent over it.

꩜ Doesn’t let the poor plush be in the same bed as him.

꩜ When he first saw it he gave it a side eye.

꩜ “Id say I expected this but its still very..” can’t find a word to describe the situation 😭

Mattheo Riddle

꩜ Beats it when you aren’t around ☹️

꩜ Thinks its only cute looking when you craddle it gently in your arms.

꩜ Gets jealous and pushes the plushie out of the bed every time its cuddle time.

꩜ Start tickling you when you want to grab it back.

꩜ “Noo, baby its my turn to be loved. Not that thing!”

꩜ Although Mattheo dislikes it,he gets you a few more plushies because they make you happy.

Theodore Nott

꩜ Hides it because he loves seeing you get frustrated while you look for it.

꩜ Gets jelly when you give the plushie more attention.

꩜ Also pouts lf you don’t give him your attention immediately.

꩜ “Cara mia I’m better than that toy. Come cuddle with me instead.”

꩜ Makes sure to keep it clean for you, so if he’s not around for snuggles the plushie can replace.

꩜ Holds the plushie by its ears.

Draco Malfoy

꩜ A bit weirded out at first. Like why do you mean by that you sleep with it and try to always cuddle with it when you have the chance?

꩜ He still finds it rather cute.

꩜ Every place Draco goes he buys you plushies or plushie keychains.

꩜ Sprays his cologne on the plush.

꩜ His heart melts every time he walks on to you cuddling it.

꩜ But never ever cuddle the plush when he’s right here!

Lorenzo Berskshire

꩜ “AWW THATS SO CUTE.”

꩜ Kidnaps it?!

꩜ Makes hilarious faces when you come to looks for it.

꩜ “No my love I didn’t steal your plush (again).”

꩜ Treats it as if it is your and his kid.

꩜ If you wanna bring the plushie somewhere he will carry it for you!!

Blaise Zabini

꩜ Dresses it up.

꩜ Calls the plushie “Mr Snuggles”.

꩜ Puts it in between you guys when cuddling.

꩜ “Look after my s/o when Im not here, yeah?”

꩜ When Blaise sees you with the plush he just wants to squeeze you and kiss you.

꩜ Kisses your and the plushies forehead for good night.

[girllblogging777]

𝑆𝐿𝑌𝑇𝐻𝐸𝑅𝐼𝑁 𝐵𝑂𝑌𝑆 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝐷𝐶𝐴𝑁𝑂𝑁𝑆

↳ being friends with fem!reader

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

✩ the slytherin boys obviously have a lot of girl friends, but you’re the only one that managed to become a part of their friend group

✩ when you met draco and mattheo as a child, your parents both being from wealthy pureblood families, they immediately took you under their wing and introduced you to the others on your first day at hogwarts

✩ obviously it makes a lot of girls jealous of you at school, wondering what you had to do to become part of their inner circle. thanks merlin you’re confident and have them to protect you, because the rumours can be quite intense sometimes. “yeah, she’s probably good under the sheets and that’s why they keep her around”

✩ the most overprotective people ever. a random student could literally breathe near you and you’d need to convince the guys not to beat him up. “keep your eyes and hands off her if you wanna keep them, yeah ?”

✩ walk ‘em like a dog, girl. they’re your personal bodyguards and know better when it comes to saying “no” to you. everything you want from them, you get in a heartbeat. “yes ma’am”

✩ you also educate them when it comes to feminism and how to property treat a woman, since most of their mothers aren’t really there. now they try to act like gentlemen, knowing you’d kill them if you found out they didn’t treat a girl right. “yes, i didn’t let her walk back to her dorm alone. yes, i opened the door for her. flowers ? yeah, i bought her some”

✩ apart from acting like a mom 24/7, sometimes they’re the one taking care of you. they don’t really express their emotions with words but it shows through their actions. little acts of service like carrying your school bag, buying you your favourite snack from hogsmeade or taking care of you after parties.

✩ yes they’re all pretty fucked up, but when you all hang out together life isn’t so bad anymore. whether it’s chilling in the common room after classes, having a smoke in the courtyard or hanging out in the boys’ dorm, it’s always a good moment

✩ except when they take part in more boyish activities and you have to remind them that you’re a girl. “i don’t give two fucks about playing fight and video games, guys”. however, because of them you do play mario kart like a pro and know how to physically defend yourself if you ever get in trouble

✩ sometimes you’re the one teaching them things, like when you have a “girls night” with them and it ended up with you doing their skincare and trying to teach them how to do a full face makeup. enzo ends up having such pretty lashes with mascara that you get mad at him “what’s your lash routine ? what do you mean you don’t have one ?”

✩ they always come for you for dating advice, but when you do it’s a categorical no. “hey guys, so i’m going on this date tonight and-“ “what ? oh no you’re not” i swear they forget you’re their age sometimes (they think you don’t know how babies are made and all)

✩ none of them sees you as anything more than a sister, but if you do end up dating one of the boys then it’s quite literally the third world war. all of the others warn him “dude, we love you but if you hurt her you’re dead.”

✩ and then of course you earn a lot of teasing from everyone “so, are you two coming to movie night or have more important things to do ?” “please be careful, i don’t wanna be an uncle so soon”

✩ overall, despite their complex personalities and trauma, once you become a part of their lives i can assure you there’s no going back

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n : got a bunch of requests for more slytherin boys headcanons so there you go ! please like, comment and reblog <3

@iris-qt @tateshifts @redeemingvillains @fluffycookies22 @larmesdevanille @reys-letters @moonlightreader649 @fbvreadingblog @shiftingwithmars @mattheosdior @deadghosy @yikesitslush @bellatrix-lestrange5 @jolly4holly @elsie-bells @helendeath @icantkeepmyplantsalive