#lucius malfoy x soulmate

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Finding Peace - Lucius Malfoy

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x Soulmate!Reader

Warnings: discussions of abuse

a/n: these soulmate fics were supposed to be quick little things. *squints at 3000+ words* damn it.

Lucius Malfoy strode through the dim corridors of Hogwarts, his robes billowing behind him. His silver-blond hair cascaded down his back, contrasting sharply with the dark blue of his robes. His steps were hurried, determined. Anxious to check on his only child. Who would dare attack the scion of House Malfoy?

As he approached the infirmary, the heavy doors swung open in front of him, deferring to his unspoken will. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of medicinal potions and the remnants of healing magics. The room seemed too dark even with it being the middle of the night. Severus Snape was still able to see the worry that lined his friend’s face as he sought the one reason for his visit – Draco.

Severus stepped forward to intercept his path so they might talk before Lucius reached the bed that held his son.

“Where is he?” Lucius asked, his gaze trailing the potion master’s arm as he gestured to a bed along the far wall. Tension flowed from him in relief as he spotted Draco in a bed, holding a witch in his arms as they slept. His brow furrowed as he studied the two of them. You were a pretty little thing. Beautiful even, but you were unknown to him. “How is he?”

“He’s faring better than he would be. Thanks in no small part to her,” Severus answered in a soft tone, indicating the girl in the bed.

“Her?” Lucius asked, the single word holding so many questions.

Severus says your name with a nod of his head. “A shy little thing, with strong maternal instincts. She takes care of all of my snakes and a fair few from the other houses as well. She’s been instrumental in soothing the uncertainty that remains after the Dark Lord’s death and the end of the war.”

Lucius took a step forward, trying to get a better view of you. “And she helped tonight, how?”

“Potter.” Severus all but spat the name. “They were arguing and he cast a spell he wasn’t familiar with. She stepped between them and took part of the effects on herself.”

“What was the spell?” Lucius asked, quietly horrified of the possibilities.

“Sectumsempra.”

His wide eyes snapped to the potion’s master. “If you hadn’t been there…”

“I am aware.” The curse was one of Severus’ own design and he was one of the few that knew the counter. Both of you would have bled out had he the man not found you.

“And what is to be done with Mr. Potter?”

“Unknown.” Severus crossed his arms over his chest. “Albus has yet to make an appearance in spite of my patronus advising him of the situation.”

Lucius closed the distance to his son’s bed. Draco was pale, drawn but unmistakably alive. He cradled your small form against his side, one arm wrapped around you while his free hand ran in a constant loop along the arm that you had draped over his stomach. His pale eyes filled with relief upon laying sight on his father.

“Are you alright?” It was a simple question with a thousand unspoken words behind it.

Draco understood them all. He nodded once and kept his voice low. “I’m fine.”

Lucius seemed unable to pull his gaze away from you. There was just something drawing him to you. “And her?”

His son looked almost devastated for a moment. “She shouldn’t have done that. She should have never gotten between us.”

“Is she your mate?” Lucius forced the words past the sudden lump in his throat at the thought. It wasn’t usual for a submissive mate to protect their dom but it wasn’t completely unheard of. They were ferocious in the guarding of their offspring, however.

Draco scrunched his nose in mild disgust. “Merlin, no. Just a friend. A very dear friend.”

A knot of tension in the elder Malfoy’s chest eased with the declaration. He closed his eyes as he took a breath. This was getting ridiculous. “What is this then?” he asked with a gesture between the two.

Draco swallowed and a muscle worked in his jaw. “She has the most horrendous nightmares. Has since first year.”

Your eyelids fluttered, a sliver of consciousness piercing the fog in your brain as voices roused you. It took a moment for the room to come into focus, for you to realize there were two men standing beside the bed. When your gaze shifted from the concerned eyes of your professor to the man beside him, you gasped.

Lucius Malfoy’s piercing grey eyes locked with yours and magic arced between the two of you, tying you together in an instant. This man was your mate. The sudden realization had you sitting up with a jerk.

Ignoring Draco’s questioning voice beside you, you scrambled with the blankets. You had to get up, to get away from your blond friend. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…It was…I mean…”

You trailed off as you finally untangled yourself and practically fell off the bed. You found your way to your knees, ignoring the cold floor biting into your skin. The warm liquid running across your skin and the sharp stab of pain as wounds reopened. Leaning forward, you pressed your forehead to the stone, hoping that your mate would accept your supplication and not punish you too severely for your transgression. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. Please don’t be angry. I shouldn’t have let him touch me. Forgive me.”

The words came in an endless stream and you barely noticed the utter silence of the room around you. Steps approached and you dared not look up.

“Enough,” a soft voice stated as a hand on your shoulder directed you upright. A pale hand cradled your face as Lucius trailed his gaze over you. “You are my equal. You need not plead with me for anything. Least of all forgiveness when you’ve done nothing wrong.”

Before you even had time to process his words, he’d swept you up in his arms to carry you to a bed. “Severus, fetch Madame Pomfrey at once.”

“Of course.”

He lowered you to the bed and you flinched as your back brushed the fabric of the sheets. “I’m fine.” The words were automatic as you were used to healing your own injuries and brushing aside your pain.

One elegant eyebrow rose. “The blood soaking the sheets beneath you says otherwise.”

Heat flooded your cheeks as you looked away. Pomfrey quickly arrived and turned you on your side so she could treat the wounds. Lucious remained standing as he watched every move the healer made. His gaze hardened, fury brewing in the depths of his icy grey eyes as they roamed over your form. The skin on your back was exposed true enough, but it was as if he could see every secret and scar you’d managed to keep hidden from the world. His lips pressed into a thin line.

“Unforgiveable.” The venom in his voice sent a shiver down your spine. The air crackled with his fury, his magic snapping in anger. “Who did this to you?”

You tried to shift away, to protect yourself from his ire. You were weak, you knew it. He deserved better. He was disgusted by everything that you had allowed to happen. Your father had always told you that your mate would realize how worthless you were and reject you. He’d trained you to be desirable to a certain type of dominate. A prize worth a vault of galleons to the right sort of man. You seriously doubted Lucius Malfoy was that sort of man.

You flinched as pain flared across your body, a silent testament to the abuse you’ve endured. His hands reached out with a gentleness you weren’t expecting. They were strong but held you as if you were something precious, fragile. His magic followed suit, wrapping around you, protecting you from the dangers of the world.

“Easy.” His tone was soft, soothing, contrasting sharply with the anger in the air. “I am here now. You are mine and I protect what is mine. You will be loved. Cherished. That I promise you.”

Your heart raced at his proclamation but the others in the room pretended not to hear it. At least they were giving you the illusion of privacy.

A moment later, Pomfrey finished her treatment and allowed you to lay back down before she covered you. “I thought Severus would have told you that Potter cast the spell.”

Severus snorted at the woman’s idiocy. She knew damn well that wasn’t Lucious was referring to with his earlier question.

“It’s okay, Poppy,” your soft voice cut through the tension in the room and all eyes turned to you. “He’s my mate and Draco already knows.”

The mediwitch cleared her throat. “And Severus?” Her voice had lost its edge as she spoke to you.

“I would have already told him if I was allowed. You know that.”

The elder witch simply nodded and took a seat. After a brief hesitation, the two men conjured chairs between your bed and Draco’s and sat as well.

Surprisingly it was Draco that spoke. “It was her father. He’s been training her to be the perfect submissive.” He spat the words in his anger.

“I’ve been treating her wounds since first year,” Pomfrey added.

“And you told no one?” Lucius snapped. “Either of you?”

“I made Draco take a vow that he couldn’t tell anyone until I was ready,” you explained, not wanting your mate angry at his son.

“I informed Albus and was promptly told it was under control.” The mediwitch crossed her arms over her chest. “In order to work at Hogwarts I had to take an oath to defer to Albus. His word is final.”

“This entire situation is completely unacceptable. What in Salazar’s name is going on in this school?” Was the old bastard really so worried about keeping control that he would let children suffer to maintain it?

Your hand rested on his, pulling his attention to you. His gaze immediately softened as it met yours. “Will you take me from here?”

His brow furrowed. “Don’t you wish to finish your schooling?”

“She doesn’t attend any of our classes. Everything she knows is self-taught or we’ve taught her in the common room,” Draco said.

Lucius looked from his son to Severus. The potion master shrugged. “I was told she was doing independent study. I had no reason to question it. She’s exceedingly intelligent.”

Your mate turned his attention back to you, clearly wanting answers. For once in your life, you wanted to tell someone everything. Every secret, every lie, every fear. Your father was a terrifying man, but something told you that he was nothing compared to your mate. “If you promise I don’t have to stay here, I will tell you everything.”

“We can leave immediately if you wish,” he answered with no hesitation.

“You can leave in the morning,” Poppy corrected. “Those wounds need a little longer to heal.”

The corner of Lucius’ lips lifted ever so slightly. “Very well. We will leave as soon as you are released.”

You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. Your fingers had somehow intertwined with your mates and you stared at where they were linked rather than making eye contact with anyone. “It isn’t solely due to my father.”

Silence reigned for a long stretch.

“Explain.” Lucius’ cold tone had you drawing in a deep breath before you could answer. He squeezed your hand in comfort. “My anger is not directed at you, dear one. I promise you need never fear me.”

“I am an only child. Father was never pleased that I was female. Even less pleased I was submissive. His only recourse was to mold me into what he wanted and sell me to the highest bidder.” You closed your eyes against some of the harsher memories and swallowed your shame. Lucius cradled your hand between both of his, silently reminding you that he was by your side.

“I was to be quiet. Obedient. Loyal to my master. Take what I was given without complaint. I was to have no status in whatever house he sold me to. Be offered no protections. No concessions. A slave to whoever owned me.”

A gasp came from one of the others in the room, but you ignored them keeping your focus on your mate. The sympathy in his gaze outshone the anger simmering there but you were uncertain how long that would last. Submissives were to be cherished, protected, loved. Ideally one would meet their mate and they would marry, have a family, etc, etc. However, it did happen that some marriages were arranged, typically between an older unmated Dominate and a younger submissive. The contracts stipulated the many ways in which the submissive would be cared for.

Then there were those that sought a submissive to which they held no obligation. No penalties owed for mistreatment or neglect. There were many that would pay dearly for that sort of bride.

“That is no longer your future. You are mine,” Lucius reminded you. Tension you hadn’t even noticed eased from your body.

“My father paid Dumbledore to see to it that my instruction continued at Hogwarts.” Your words were quiet but seemed to pull all the air out of the room.

“What does that mean exactly?” Snape asked after a moment.

Your gaze darted around to take in all the others in the room before focusing back on your hand intwined with your mate’s so you didn’t have to meet anyone’s eye. “My lessons were focused on magic that would allow me to better serve my husband. Disobedience or failure was met with punishment, be it magical or physical.”

“Are you saying that Albus Dumbledore, leader of the Light and the headmaster of this school, neglected your education and abused you in addition?” Poppy asked. Her voice sounded angry and broken.

“He’s much worse than father.” This time the words were a whisper. An acknowledgment you were reluctant to voice.

Silence stretched. Finally, Lucius cleared his throat. “Get some rest, dear one. I’m not going anywhere. Tomorrow, you will be coming home with me.” He shifted his attention to his son. “You as well, Dragon. I will not leave you here a moment longer.”

Draco looked at you then back to Lucius. “Yes, Father.” He resettled himself in the bed and pulled the blankets up to his chin. After giving you a soft smile, he closed his eyes.

You were exhausted as well, but much less willing to close your eyes, afraid this would all be a dream when you woke. “You’ll stay?” you asked.

A small smile curved his lips. “Forever if you’ll have me.”

With that assurance, your eyes grew heavy and it wasn’t long before you too drifted to sleep

You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you were once again awoken by voices in the room. Not enough if the lack of light was anything to go by.

“I believe you are aware, Lucius, that parents are only allowed a maximum of two hours visitation outside regular hours unless the child is severely injured. As young Draco is fine, I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.” A tremor rolled through you as you recognized the headmaster’s voice.

“I have advised you before to refer to me by my title, Headmaster. And you are correct. I am well aware of the rules regarding visitations to the infirmary for a parent and child. I am also aware of the rules regarding visitation between mates. That is the capacity in which I remain and I will continue to do so.” Lucius’ words were clipped but calm.

You cracked open your eyes so you could see Dumbledore but hopefully he wouldn’t notice you were awake. Lucius took your hand in his and intertwined your fingers.

Dumbledore’s eyes widened as he looked between the two of you before focusing on your hands. “You can’t be serious?”

“Oh, but I am.” He sounded so smug and proud, you couldn’t help a smile.

The headmaster cleared his throat. “Surely one of your position has no desire to be tied to this girl. There would be no shame in rejecting her. I assure you that no one outside of this room need be aware of the connection.”

“Are you attempting to interfere in a mating bond, Dumbledore?” You could have sworn the chill in Lucius’ voice dropped the temperature in the room by two degrees.

“I would never.” Dumbledore managed to sound supremely insulted, though that had been exactly what he was attempting to do.

Lucius merely hummed in acknowledgment. “And what is to be done with Mr. Potter?”

“Harry will be serving detention with me until the end of the term.”

You couldn’t help sucking in a breath at the words. Lucius squeezed your hand and Albus’ gaze darted to you and back to the Lord at your side. “Detention for nearly killing two students.” It wasn’t a question or a clarification. It was a statement of pure disgust.

The headmaster peered over the top of his glasses with a look of disappointment. “Now, there is no cause for dramatics. I assure you Harry meant no harm. He was unaware of what the results of the spell would be when he cast it. He would never cause such damage on purpose.”

Lucius surged to his feet but maintained his grip on your hand. “That is worse than if he had done it with intent. And while we are on the topic of your ineptitude, why was my mate never treated or removed from what was obviously an abusive situation?”

That look of disappointment only deepened though he struggled to maintain it through his anger. “A submissive being raised under the hand of a strict Dominate is hardly abuse, my boy.”

Only then did Lucius release his hold on you as he stepped forward to close the distance between himself and the old man. “I am not your boy. I am a Lord on the Board of Governors for this school. I hope you have enjoyed your tenure as headmaster, Dumbledore, because I intend to see you removed from your position as soon as possible. Expect to hear from the aurors and my attorney before the end of the day.”

The two men stared one another down for another minute before Dumbledore turned and stormed from the room. Lucius returned to his seat and smiled at you when he realized you were watching. He traced his fingers down the side of your face. “You don’t have to worry any more, dear one. I will always take care of you.”

With those words you allowed yourself to fall back into slumber, at peace for the first time in a very long time.

[marypaol]

Copy Of A Copy

Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

Summary: Whatever is drawn on your skin shows up on your soulmates skin.

Warnings: Annoyance, Draco being Draco, I honestly can’t think of anything let me know if you see something!

Note: I’ve been planning on writing this for so long and I’m finally doing so! Hope you guys enjoy. :)

Masterlist

Request Requirements

The pale fingers of the Slytherin carefully-but skillfully- chopped the ingredients for the Potion, trying to cut out the conversation of Potter and Weasley. They were clearly trying to keep their voices down but failing to do so due to Draco’s hearing abilities.

It was at that moment he wished he was temporarily deaf, so that he didn’t have to hear the bickering of Potter and wanna-be-Weasley.

“Haha! Look at Seamus, Malfoy.” Crabbe said, his big face scrunching up as his fat finger pointed to the clumsy boy across the room. Draco spared a glance, seeing the boy with a black face, looking into his potion helplessly as the explosion just occurred. Malfoy rolled his eyes, shooting Crabbe a glare before looking back to his task at hand.

But, when he glanced at his hand, he saw little flowers forming, the ink moist as whoever was drawing it was doing it in real time. Petal after petal appeared, forming a decent picture. He grumbled, grabbing the towel Seamus used to wipe his face and aggressively rubbed the skin, terribly smearing the ink on the back of his hand, the flowers mushing together, making it not look so decent anymore.

He flung the towel on the table beside him, and picked up the knife he placed down, going back to his previous actions.

“What now, Malfoy?” Goyle asked. Draco snarled.

“Stupid soulmate drawing on their skin again. Seriously, they can’t draw on a piece of parchment?” He complained, his chops becoming more harsh on the cutting board.

Goyle shrugged. “Unless they’re bored in class. What is it anyway? Little reminders?”

“No, course not! In fact, I’d rather it be that instead of rubbish drawings of dumb flowers! Look at that rubbish,” Draco started, repeating the word he said earlier with a bitter taste growing in his mouth. He showed the two boys what was left of the flowers on his hand. “Honestly, how ugly.”

The two boys agreed, but they had hints of smiles on their faces.

Draco noticed and barked. “What’s so funny, boys?”

The smiles dropped instantly on Goyle’s face but Crabbe still had a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Nothing, just that your soulmate draws on her skin.”

Draco squinted. “And what’s so funny about that? Enlighten me, I’d rather laugh than roll my eyes.”

Goyle shrugged. “Just that she must be doing it in purpose. Ya know, for you to see?”

Draco thought about it for a moment, ignoring the new lines forming on his hand.

“Why would I want to see this?” Draco wondered, irritation brewing inside him. “Especially on my hand, I don’t need it there, it’s annoying really.”

“You know how girls are. She’s desperate, man.” Crabbe jumped in, entering the conversation once he found out Draco wasn’t as upset as he thought.

Draco scoffed. “You know what, you’re right, Crabbe. She’s desperate for me. Doesn’t change the fact that it’s annoying and I don’t want it there.”

Draco then finally looked down at his hand, and this time he saw an eye with shading, the smooth strokes of eyelashes now forming on his skin. Once she was done, Draco saw more stokes forming above the eye, and, wondering what it is, leaned forward to see what she was drawing. It turned out to be an eyebrow, but the way the lines were drawn helped Draco see the direction the hairs were going in, adding detail to the drawing he didn’t know was needed.

He gripped the towel between his finger tips of his other hand, but he felt some sort of guilt eating at his chest for rubbing away such work. But he didn’t want to be walking around with silly eyes and eyebrows on his hand, so with unwanted shame brewing in his chest he rubbed the fabric on the back of his hand, the once was ink smearing, covering his skin in black.

The girl frowned deeply as she watched once more the drawings she made were harshly rubbed away. The ink from her quill was a black blob now once the person was satisfied enough. Satisfied that the pictures were gone.

Her heart sank in her stomach for an unknown reason.

Well, she knew the reason, she just didn’t want to admit to herself that what her soulmate was doing was effecting her in this way.

She shouldn’t be surprised that he rubbed them off; I mean, who wants to walk around the corridors with silly drawings on the back of their hand? She didn’t have a problem with it, but he clearly did.

After the last moment of Lupin’s lecture faded away with the bell she grumbly got up and out her things away, making her way to the bathroom to rub the ink off. (Despite the nonexistent problem with walking around with drawings on herself, she did have a problem with walking around with a big ink smear in their place.)

She bent over the sink, her bag discarded at her feet as she rubbed the skin, forming red marks in their wake. The ink slowly ran down the drain, her heart going down with it.

She wished her soulmate accepted her actions on showing she was there, existing, live and breathing, to assure them that someone out there wanted them. But was he just embarrassed? Did he not want her as much as she thought he did? Did he have an annoyance towards the whole soulmate concept?

She sure hoped not, because her want to show her love was strong, yet the want to receive it was even stronger.

She wanted someone to love.

That loved her right back.

Did he even want that?

“Any drawings today, Malfoy?” Crabbe asked, a soft chuckle escaping his big mouth. Draco snarled at the boy beside him, also glaring at Goyle who was making interesting-meaning quite disgusting- noises while he was eating the feast the house elves provided.

The boy who received the glare quickly composed himself, swallowing the large amount of whatever it was down his throat, a loud gulping sound heard around the table.

Draco glared again.

Finally he turned to the other boy who addressed him earlier and replied reluctantly.

“No. Thank goodness. I’ve been sick and tired of constantly having to distress my skin; honestly, the embarrassment of walking around with a red tomato colored hand.”

Crabbe agreed with a hum, in the middle of chewing. Draco definitely noticed him paying extra attention to the noises he was making, so he didn’t annoy Draco any further.

“Never mind that,” Draco said, pulling through Daily Prophet out of his robes, long pale fingers flipping the pages until he got to the one he wanted.

“Father’s in the paper, as always.” He said proudly, showing the two boys the picture of his father. “Oh! And look!” He added, chuckling madly as he pointed to the same article, the name ‘Arthur Weasley’ printed as it told a story about him.

“Ridiculous, honestly.” Malfoy muttered, shoving the paper to Goyle across the table since he was (according to Draco) taking too long to read it.

“Ugh, Care of Magical Creatures today.” Draco complained, looking at his schedule. “That silly Hagrid, honestly, I swear I’m going to die each time I attend his classes.”

Goyle swallowed again. “Seriously, how many times does he have to bring in a deadly creature that might chop my head off-”

“Well I would certainly enjoy that.” Draco snapped. Goyle’s cheeks turned pink.

“God this place has gone to the dogs.” Draco muttered, stuffing his schedule in his pocket, taking one last gulp of pumpkin juice, and storming out of the Hall, and without question, the two boys followed him.

“‘Ello! Please step dis way,” Hagrid said, large hands clapping together. Draco scoffed but reluctantly followed the orders.

“Taken’ care of- well more of lookin’ at interestin’ creatures today; take a step back now.” He warned. (Malfoy gladly stepped back)

The crates ended up being full of slimy creatures Draco ended up forgetting the name of, too busy trying to keep his fingers attacked to his hands. “Gross, Goyle you do it.” He said, handing the boy the food and watched as his friend gave the creature its supper, hands shaking nervously.

Draco looked around as Goyle did the work, folding his arms as he watched with amusement as the Gryffindors struggled to feed the animals.

He then spotted another Slytherin working alone, the back of her head the only thing visible when it came to her features near her face.

Two small braids were on either side of her head, easily blending with her hair but he could see the twisted strands in the sunlight much easier.

She turned so he saw her profile, and, from what he could see, her eyes were bright but hesitant, a look of disgust on her lips as she fed the creature. As soon as all the food was gone, she instantly dropped the tool she was using to handle the food and grabbed a rag, wiping her hands off even though she didn’t touch it or the animal.

It was then Draco saw it. The small detail on her left hand, as so his.

A patch of distressed skin was there, in the same exact shape as Draco’s. He found himself looking at his own hand, then at hers, and back at his once again to double check.

They matched.

They matched.

Which means only one thing.

The girl that he’s never seen before, which was quite surprising since he often told himself that he knew all the Slytherins, was his soulmate.

What was more surprising though was something much weirder and stranger. And that something was this:

The realization didn’t bother him one bit.

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Skin To Skin (part two!)

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione

Another one for my Dramione peeps.

New Chapter for Shadow To a Flame.

“I always thought it was supposed to be Ron,” She started, her voice soft and trembling.

Draco pulled back to look at her. Her eyes were full of unshed tears.

“But I think I was really waiting for you.”

Draco decided then and there that he was going to ruin her. He was going to pleasure her into oblivion. He was going to ensure that any other man that would surely come after him would never be enough. Would never live up to his touch.

He lifted his head and spoke into her empty room. “Mum, dad? Get the fuck out.”

Hermione laughed and Draco shrugged.

“Just in case.”

And then, he kissed her. Passionately, reverently.

[caughtinthefireagain]

Ron grinned. “You cheeky little–” He planted both palms firmly on the ground, then moved forward to close the gap between them. 

In an instant, he had pressed his lips to hers.

Pansy tasted like sweetness and cigarettes. As soon as their lips touched, all rational thought ceased. This was so much better than their kiss during the silly party game last year, or their stolen kiss in the broom closet. This was real. It was a new beginning.

Pansy’s whole body reacted, closing any remaining space between them by boldly pressing her chest into his. When she wrapped her arms around his neck, Ron thought he might die of happiness right then.

Never had he experienced a more perfect moment. Ron’s movements were tentative, at first; he moved his fingers gently through her soft raven hair while his tongue darted into her mouth, her full lips caressing his. The feel of her supple lips parting under his was enough to make his knees go weak. Ron groaned; he felt his cock harden when Pansy opened her mouth wider to welcome him, her tongue reaching out to meet his own.

She let out a soft sigh as he pulled her closer, his hands trailing down her body to lay his palms on her gorgeous bum; he squeezed her arse through her skirt, and she groaned into their kiss, wiggling her hips into him. 

Gods, her arse is perfect.

Ron gazed down in awe as his hands roamed over her soft skin, hardly believing that such a beauty could want him. 

Too fast, Ron thought, Does she want…?

He broke the kiss and shifted so that Pansy was sitting on his lap. When he looked down into her wide green eyes, he found himself searching them for any sign of regret. Ron saw a cocktail of emotions in her face - fear, desire, uncertainty - and suddenly he couldn’t speak. They stared at each other in silence, breathless and panting from the intensity of their kiss.

Pansy’s whole body was on fire; she could feel Ron’s erection through his robes, and she’d never felt more warm and safe than she did in the present moment, wrapped in his embrace. She could see his nervousness written all over his face, and felt a slight tremble in his hands. His beautiful, clear blue eyes searched hers, the question he was too afraid to voice so clear to her.

Do you want me?

In that moment, nothing else mattered. Pansy didn’t think about what her friends would say, or her hellish engagement, or even the years of bad history that she shared with the strong, handsome redhead who held her so tenderly. 

Fuck it, thought Pansy, feeling reckless. If this is the closest I can get to happiness, I’ll fucking take it.

The answer is yes.

Pansy placed her palms on either side of Ron’s face and pulled his head in towards her for a passionate kiss. 

When Ron’s tongue gently pressed its way into her mouth, she let out a small sigh, her soft thighs tensing in his lap. Ron held her, gentle but firm in his grasp. He didn’t want to let her go. He spoke everything he felt for her into his kiss, everything he couldn’t say out loud: how beautiful he thought she was, how smart and sexy. That he would give her anything she wanted. That he would give up everything he had to make her his.

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Excerpt from Chapter 13 of Matched by Caughtinthefireagain on Ao3

[hoomandoescosplay]

Future Malfoy | Draco Malfoy x Reader



Soulmate AU:

Whenever someone writes or draws on themselves it will appear on their soulmate also. However, the drawings will disappear a few minutes after a person has drawn them.

Summary:

(Y/N) is starting her fourth year at Hogwarts with her four closest friends Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. What will their adventures lead them towards this year? Will Malfoy resent them like every other year or will (Y/N) and Draco grow closer?

─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

Started: 9/30/2022

Ended: ???

─── ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ ───

[wxckedwxrld]

hp: imagines

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during august and sept. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers

Masterlist

Harry Potter

Draco Malfoy

[forever-living-in-my-head]

d&i

love isn’t about fixing someone, or making them whole. it’s about loving them in their brokenness. embracing the chaos of their soul as if it were the most beautiful melody you’ve ever heard.

[drarryglobesficrecs]

Soulmates/Soulmarks - drarry fic recs pt. 2

Pt. 1

punch-drunk fingerprints by tamerofdarkstars(1k)

In a world where every touch of a soulmate leaves a temporary heat mark on bare skin, Draco Malfoy suddenly finds his life devolving into a massive cliche because the Boy Who Lived Twice has no idea how to respect the personal space bubble.

such a softer sin by therewascourfeyrac(15k)

After Draco meets Harry Potter, he's left with two tattoos, one on each wrist.

One for a soul mate, one for his enemy.

He's never known any one else who has the same name on both wrists.

Antlers and Ivy by violetclarity(19k)

The thing is, Draco has always known he wouldn’t be able to marry his soulmate. Finding out his soulmate is Harry Potter shouldn’t change anything.

Or: soulmarks, a masquerade ball, and gratuitous use of The Daily Prophet as a plot device.

What We've Been Missing by FlameHazel18(13k)

“I just don’t want a Soulmate,” Harry said, shrugging.

“Seriously?” Parvati asked, sounding incensed. “Doesn’t everyone want to meet their perfect match?”

“I’ve just had enough of feeling like I belong to someone else, and that my choices aren’t my own to make. I don’t want that anymore. I just want my life to be, you know… mine.”

Bloom for me by What_They_Call_Me(6k)

Hermione said nothing, just huffed slightly, she stormed into the classroom taking her seat in the front leaving Harry to trail behind. Harry knew that Hermione was only trying to help him, but he couldn’t deal with it.

Harry had lived his whole life as the Boy Who Lived, his whole life being special by circumstance of his parents death. He just wanted to be normal, to go to class and to keep his head down. No one ever seemed to understand that, Ron wanted Harry to use his fame for everything, and Hermione lived for mystery and adventure. But Harry just wished it would all end.

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Harry has one wish for his seventh year, he just wants for it to be normal, but of course he doesn't get what he wants. Because wherever Harry goes flowers sprout in his wake. It doesn't really become a problem until he starts coughing up these flowers.

Why can't he have one normal year?

Changing Fate by jamesilver(9k)

Draco stared down at his soul mark for the millionth time, looking at those two words that changed his life, two words that told him how his soulmate would die:

A Martyr.

He remembered the words that Harry had said to him on the train, that he would kill the Dark Lord or "die trying," and knew there was more truth to that than Harry had intended.

Harry James Potter would die trying to defeat Voldemort. And, successful or not, that would leave him a martyr.

Burying his face in his hands, Draco began to sob.

Beacon by Amelior8or, Andithiel, gameofdrarrymod, Kristinabird(7k)

Every year around Valentine's day Professor Potter is flooded with questions from love struck young girls about soulmates and soulmate bond lore, and every year, he gets through it as quickly as he can so he can return to his lessons. This year, however, his life is turned upside down when he encounters a mysterious object that lands him in St. Mungos, under the care of Draco Malfoy.

Paint Sunlight on the Side of a House by punk_rock_yuppie(2k)

Draco had never been all that enthralled with his soulmark.

Flowers On My Wrist and Love In My Heart by Satan_the_One_and_Only(9k)

When Harry wakes up one morning with beautiful drawings on his arm, he comes to realize that his soulmate is quite the artist.

Even though he has no clue who his soulmate is and his soulmate seems to not want to meet him...

The Ripples They Cause by p1013(9k)

As Draco's mind tries to process his next move, the air ripples around his wrist, and he freezes.

It's a subtle thing, as gentle and forgettable as an errant breeze. But it's one he's never felt before, a breath against his pulse, a fleeting touch from a stranger, the weight of eyes on his skin. All of those soft, tender, almost-not-there sensations, centered on the series of three numbers scrawled across his skin.

Everyone is born with a date on their wrist, the date of their soulmate’s death.

On Draco Malfoy’s wrist, it's 02.05.1998

With You, Always by acupforslytherin(14k)

All his life, Harry repeatedly hears one same calming tune in his dreams. No one seems to recognize the mysterious song, until one day, Harry catches Malfoy humming it when he thinks he's alone.

Harmonised Consciousness by Talizora(24k)

This time it's a spell gone wrong in Charms that will bring our two favourite boys together. Expect Mind-Magic Classic HD Clichés & Soul Mates

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"Potter's spell is still active, but I can shield my thoughts from him. I've been stirring him up all afternoon! It's hysterical!"

Blaise gasped, "It's still active! But it's… Dinner time!"

"Yes, so?"

"S-so? That spell is supposed to cancel itself after an hour! It's been, almost four hours!"

Draco shrugged, "I'm not worried. It's probably due to Potters magic. I'm sure it'll time-out eventually."

Blaise frowned, "Draco I don't think this is a good idea. Maybe you should end the spell?"

"No way! Blaise! I can hear everything! Before, in Runes, Potter was ranting about how he wanted to kill Weasel and Trelawney! He's all over the place! I had no idea he had such homicidal tendencies!" Draco giggled.

One of Blaise's eyebrows rose, "…Draco? Did you just giggle?"

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

Mine by Craftybadger1234(3k)

You are born with your soulmate's first words to you written in black on your palm. They fade to silver when you hear them.

Draco's have been silver for as long as he can remember.

Stormy Grey Eyes by Midori_Fuse(5k)

Everyone has grey eyes. Well, at least, they look that way, to everyone but themselves and their soulmates. That’s when Draco, blessed with silver grey eyes, knew he was in trouble. Not that his soulmate would notice.

[riddikuluspuff]

one shot: misunderstandings and other problems

♢ misunderstandings and other problems

written for HP Soulmates Fest

relationship: Hermione Granger x Draco Malfoy

rating: mature

synopsis: Hermione Granger had been searching high and low, behind closed doors and through open windows for the person that would be labelled as her soulmate. The person that could be labelled as her soulmate. She had tried almost everything. She ran tests on herself and secretly performed tests on others in search of finding her soulmate. The person she was destined to be with for the rest of her life. But, still couldn't find anyone that suited her. Ronald Weasley was a blank slate. The same was for Harry Potter and the other Weasley brothers that she had run the tests on. However, Hermione hadn't expected herself to get closer to Draco Malfoy through their work together at the Ministry of Magic. And even the tests she'd run said he wasn't her soulmate, but Crookshanks, her familiar, knew better than anyone who would be better suited for his Hermione Granger.

word count: 1.7k

! ON AO3 !

[https-maxine-stuff]

“The star-crossed lovers.”

10.

- - ┈┈∘┈˃̶༒˂̶┈∘┈┈ - -

"Is him loving me not enough for you!?" The young girl hissed. The older woman rolled her eyes.

"Can you actually just shut up? That would be great."

"How'd you confess to him huh? I'd love to bloody know."

"Astrid be quiet."

"No! I want to know! I want to know why your confession is the right way to go! After the Yule ball? Thats a tad embarrassing to say the least." The older woman glared at her younger self.

"No it wasn't! It was a rush of feelings."

"Same with mine! We both had a rush of feelings! We argued and I confessed that's how it happened!"

"I really hate you."

"Yeah! I hate you too!" She slammed her hands on the desk.

Older Astrid looked away.

.・。.・゜✭・.

"You look stressed." The blonde stared at her.

"Oh very,"

"Boyfriend problems?" He sat down next to her on the bleachers, Hufflepuff Quidditch practice.

"Something of the sort,,"

"..wanna talk about it?"

"You are being so out of character it's actually quite alarming." Astrid turned to Draco. The boy gasped.

"Am not!"

"Are to! You are being so nice, who are you and what have you done with my best friend, Draco Malfoy!" She pointed her finger accusingly.

"Oi! Get that finger out of my face you witch." He hissed.

"There he is."

"Never mind don't want to bother with this..anymore." He squinted his eyes at her then blinked them back to their normal shape.

"Why'd you squint?"

"To enhance the glare."

"Didn't work."

"Fuck you."

.・。.・゜✭・.

Astrid blinked for a few seconds and turned "Ronald is that you?" She could feel the stare of a ginger but assumed Ron nonetheless.

"Wrong! It's George." The tall lanky boy responded.

"Oh goodie! I actually needed a tall man's help, since Cedric is busy right now."

"Oh sure, what do you need?"

"Okay, so I really need that paint tin up there."

"The- the pink one?" He seemed amused.

"Yes, the pink one can you get it for me?" She smiled lightly.

"Yeah yeah sure." He had towered over her as he grabbed the pink paint tin handing it to her. “So you and Diggory?” His voice was soft.

“Yeah, me and Diggory..why?” She raised a brow.

“Well,, I was hoping it wasn’t true..I wanted to take you to the ball in all honesty.” He smiled lightly.

The ball had been announced as of recently.

“You did?” She chuckled. “Georgie you can get any girl you want, why me?”

“Because if I can get any girl I want why couldn’t I get, you?” His voice was soft.

“Because I’m Cedric’s,” she smiled.

“Yeah, and he seems like a good boyfriend minus all this tournament stuff.”

“Yeah true.”

.・。.・゜✭・.

Cedric sat down on the bed smiling at her as she was brushing her wet hair out. “So George might’ve told me he liked me.”

“What?”

“Yeah, nothing too serious.. just wanted to take me to the ball.”

“The ball? That’s my position not his.” He huffed, she turned to him and cupped his face.

“Oi, no getting jealous we both already know I’m going with you,” she smiled.

“Yeah you better be,” he smiled as-well kissing her face.

-

“What do you mean I can’t go with him!? And- a pink frilly dress you are out of your bloody mind.” Astrid hissed at the older woman.

“Oi! The dress is beautiful so be quiet, anyways you are going with George.”

“No I am not! I’m going with Cedric, you hag.”

“Hag?! Oh my gods was I always this stubborn??”

“I don’t know figure it out but I would rather DIE than wear that.”

“Oh my god.”

“Ugh.”

.・。.・゜✭・.

Hermione stared at her.

“What are you looking at, Mione.”

“You.” Astrid blinked a few times and raised a brow.

“Why?”

“..What’s it like to have nice boyfriend.”

“Huh?”

“Astrid, what’s it like to have a nice boyfriend?”

“Uhm well,, it’s nice he gets jealous sometimes and it’s kinda hot..don’t tell him that. But uhm it’s pretty nice.”

Hermione seemed to like that answer and turned away but turned back “oh your books! I have them in my dorm if you need them.”

“I’ll be okay I don’t need them.” She smiled “you can return them by the end of the year Herm.” Astrid pushed away from the table collecting her notes.

Harry and Ron seemed to be in conversation about the ball.

“Hermione..your a girl..” he whispered.

“Well spotted.” She stared at him. Astrid raised a brow, Ron began to make dancing motions and then got smacked by Snape Astrid held back a laugh as she handed him her book.

.・。.・゜✭・.

“What color are we going to wear?” She asked Cedric.

“Hm, I want to wear black.”

“Same here.”

“So we both wear black?”

“Yeah,”

“I can wear some gold pieces too!” He smiled so there’d be a little color difference.

“You are so smart my boy,” she kissed his cheeks.

“Mmm I love being smart earns me kisses.”

“Always,,” she hummed sitting down next to him, his arms around her waist as they just sat there in silence.

[suugarbabe]

d.r. x reader

prompt: heyy is it possible to request a draco malfoy fic where the reader and draco are like childhood best friends and smth happens (with his parents of something) and the reader sorta comforts him? and he realises how much the reader means to him? thank youu

an: I cannot find the person who requested this, it was in a comment of another post so i hope you find it

You could read Draco’s emotions like the palm of your hand; it was one of the perks of knowing him since before you could even walk. Others always viewed Draco as cold and icy, but you knew it was all just a facade to please his father. 

Draco was your soulmate, not romantically, but platonically. Some would call you twin flames. He knew all your deepest secrets, and you his. These were often shared in your ‘hiding space��� in Draco’s family’s back garden because it was the one space neither Lucius or your father would go to look for either of you. 

When you were both eleven, Draco has fallen down the back steps of Malfoy manor, harshly scraping his knees and tearing the new trousers his parents had just gotten him. Tears welled in his eyes as he anxiously spoke of how disappointed his father would be in him and how he would call him weak. You had calmed him down with a tight hug, something he grew used to with you, before using your wand to heal his cuts and mend his trousers. 

When you had gotten your first heartbreak in year two, Draco held on to you in the Slytherin common room while you sobbed, sending Mattheo and Theo off to deal with the tosser that had broken you to pieces. He hated seeing you so emotionally destroyed, fuming as he rubbed soothing circles on your back before you fell asleep in his arms after finished crying. 

The two of you were always there for each other, no matter how big or little the circumstance. So when he walked into the common room with sunken eyes and slouching shoulders, you knew immediately something was wrong. 

He had come to join the others where they were seated. Giving small nods to those that acknowledged his presence. When he finally met eyes with you, your eyebrows were knitted. He did his best to keep his face stoic, but still you looked quickly to the hall leading toward the dorm before raising your eyebrows, indicating to Draco to meet you in his dorm. 

There was no point in refusing or fighting it, Draco knew this. If he were to try and avoid talking to you he’d likely find himself in a binding spell and being levitated to where you desired much like in year three when he tried to act like ‘one of the lads’. 

So that was why he found himself immediately following you down the hall, head hung low and hands in his pockets. When you reached his door you held it open, ushering him in first before you closed it, placing a locking charm on it for privacy. 

Draco stood in the middle of the room, still in the same position. You walked over to his bed, toeing off your shoes and climbing up on the four poster and laying down, head on the pillows. You opened your arms wide and spread your legs so you looked kind of like a starfish. 

“Dray,” you called his name, causing his head to look up in your general direction. When he saw your position he immediately walked over, shedding his jacket and kicking off his shoes before climbing up. He crawled in between your legs until his head was even with your sternum. 

He slowly let his body weight fall on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp before running your hand down his back as far as you can reach and back, rubbing his shoulders absentmindedly as well. 

You could feel him physically relax on top of you and after a few moments you decided to finally ask him the cause of his stress. “Wanna tell me what’s got you in such a sour mood?” your tone was slightly teasing, wanting to keep the ease that you were developing. 

“I always appear in a sour mood, darling. That’s just my face,” you smiled at his cheeky response, glad that he was feeling at least a little bit better to make a joke. You gave his scalp another quick scratch, silently indicating for him to keep talking and tell you the real reason he appeared so grumpy. 

 With a deep sigh, Draco started to explain to you what was going on, “It’s my father. I know I should be used to the amount of pressure he puts on me for everything, but with everything in our world getting more intense, I think he’s getting reprimanded more and taking it out on me. Mom tries to help, tries to tell me not to take it personally but you’ve heard how he talks to me.” 

He wrapped his arms around you tighter and you wrapped your arms lightly around his shoulders, holding him closer to your body. “You are so much more than what he tries to say about you, Dray. You are so smart, smarter than I’ll ever really tell you,” you teased, earning a small chuckle from Draco, “you’re also incredibly loyal, very cunning and sometimes even funnier than Theo, but don’t tell him I said that.” 

“I’m definitely going to tell him you said that,” Draco turned his head, chin resting on your stomach as his face formed a smirk. You pinched his cheek as you giggled at him causing him to tickle your side. You squirmed under him and he popped himself up on his knees, using both hands now to tickle up and down your sides. 

“D-Draco, stop,” you giggled, “can’t breathe.” He sat back on his hunches as you pushed yourself up to a sitting position, “You’re the absolute worst Draco Malfoy.” The smile on your face didn’t match up with your teasing words. 

“Interesting, that’s not what you were saying a moment ago. You were basically the president of the Draco Malfoy fan club,” his teasing smirk only made you smile wider. You slyly placed your hand behind you, grabbing hold of the edge of his pillow. Draco continued to speak, only to be cut off by you swinging the pillow and hitting his shoulder. 

“Oh, darling, big mistake,” Draco reached over your shoulder grabbing the other pillow to get his revenge. But you didn’t care, you were just happy to see the smile back on his face.

[marypaol]

Skin To Skin

Draco Malfoy x fem!reader

Summary: The aftermath of Draco knowing who his soulmate is, yet he can’t bear to face her.

Warnings: Teasing, Boggarts, mention of fears, mention of the Hospital Wing, the Weasley twins being themselves, etc.

Note: This is Part 2 of “Copy Of A Copy”, so check it out before you read this! (And I’m sorry if this one is bad)

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This person believed in me so here you go! : @theomalfoy

Draco wasn’t the want-everything-to-go-back-to-the-way-it-was-after-complaining-about-it-type.

Well, that’s what he kept telling himself.

But he knew deep down that he did want everything to go back to the way they were, because every time he looked at his hand, that deep red spot of irritated skin was slowly fading away and he wanted to find a reason to create it again.

She’d stopped drawing. And normally Draco would find that a good thing; now he didn’t have to harshly wipe them off and be left an embarrassing red spot on his hand. But he found himself thinking back on how the drawings actually looked good, despite him being annoyed at the fact they repeatedly showed up on his skin, and he wanted them back. Which, of course, sounds ridiculous if you were to look back on how he acted towards the other drawings that previously showed up on his hand.

But he missed it. Missed watching the lines form one by one, letting him know she existed. He even couldn’t get the image of her face out of his mind, ever since he saw her in Care of Magical Creatures. He couldn’t help but think she was decently pretty.

Draco’s hand has unwanted sweat on it so he harshly wiped it on his robes, a disgusted expression lying on his lips. He knew the reason for the sweat though, his quill once again hovering over his skin, the same skin he used to aggressively rub almost everyday as his soulmate drew mindless doodles on her hand.

He dipped the quill tip in the ink, the noises of everyone scattering about being the last thing on his mind, in fact the occasional “SHH!” from Madam Irma Prince was quite helpful to encourage him to focus once the students followed her orders.

He sighed softly, taking a deep breath while staring stupidly at his pale skin he was about to ruin.

He leaned down, the quill tip making contact with his hand two times, forming two dots. Those were eyes, he decided, and drew a straight line below them, making a face that represented him at the moment. His eyes were full yet his lips held uncertainty, hesitant to do this.

Once it was over it didn’t seem so bad anymore, as long as he could manage to hide it from Crabbe and Goyle. The thought of them teasing him about it, teasing him about actually writing back on his skin was unbearable. He could only hope that they don’t stare at his hand.

“Don’t be scared now, it’s just a Boggart.” Professor Lupin explained, his wand held with two hands, a grip on each end.

“Now, Boggarts like tight dark places, and I found this one in the wardrobe yesterday. I asked Dumbledore if we could use it for the lesson and thankfully he said yes. Now, does anyone know what a Boggart looks like?”

The usual hand of Hermione Granger was shot up at the speed of lightning, and once she was called on, she answered not only the right answer but was awarded points for her House.

“No one knows, sir. It takes form of the deepest fear of whomever it faces.”

“Correct, Ms. Granger.” Lupin said, smiling while Granger went slightly pink.

Draco rolled his eyes, irritation seeming to be boiling within them.

“But, everyone, we have an advantage against this creature. And that is?”

“There’s so many of us, it doesn’t know what to turn into?” Potter answered, and Lupin replied with a smile, and awarded more points to Gryiffindor.

“Exactly!” Lupin exclaimed. “Now, though, there is a way to get past a Boggart. And that spell is Riddikulus!” Lupin said, doing the hand movement with the one that possessed his wand. “Say it with me now…”

“Riddikulus!” The class said together.

“This class is ridiculous.” Draco mutters under his breath, Crabbe nodding in agreement beside him while he heard a snuffled laugh somewhere near. His head swerved and he spotted the same girl he saw in Hagrid’s class, trying not to smirk at his joke. He found a smirk coming to his own lips, proud of himself.

“They feed on fear, so think of what you fear the most, and turn it into something funny.” Lupin once again explained, and brought up Neville as a demonstration. “Now, Neville, tell me, what do you fear the most?”

“P-professor Snape.” the boy mumbled, having to repeat the same thing again but a little louder since the Professor didn’t hear him.

“Ahh.” Lupin said amusingly once the name was repeated. “I suppose he does intimidate us all in some way.”

There was a pause before Lupin continued to project to the class, for he was having a quiet conversation with the student before him. “Now Neville, I want you to think of your Grandmother’s clothes very clearly in your mind, can you do that?”

Neville nodded, shaking in his shoes. The door opened and Snape stepped out, looking normal as ever like you’d see him everyday but Neville was scared.

“Wand at the ready!” Lupin reminded, Neville held his wand up and squeaked, “Riddikulus!”

Snape seemed to spin around and he soon found himself in Neville Longbottom’s Grandmother’s clothes, a red handbag on his right arm.

The class laughed, Neville’s face slowly turned into an expression of relief.

Draco scoffed basically the whole time, not ending up actually facing the Boggart but watching as his peers did.

Weasley was practically having a seizure as he faced the spider, helplessly whimpering the spell causing the spider to have roller skates, legs swinging everywhere.

Draco couldn’t help but be curious on what the girl’s fear was, but she didn’t end up facing it just like him.

There was an exited buzz in the air as the students left class, each of them wanting recognition for how brave they were while facing their biggest fears.

“-did you see how I faced that snake-”

“-just said the spell and it went, pop!-”

“-the spider was huge!-”

“-never seen that kind of creature before-”

Draco grumbled angrily, grabbing Crabbe and Goyle’s arms and leading them out to the courtyard in front of the Black Lake.

“That was stupid. Why did he let us do that anyway, and for Dumbledore to give permission…wait til by father hears of this.” He mumbled, looking down and adjusting his arm bandages, thinking back when he insulted the Hippogriff. (He still didn’t regret it, the creature did look kinda ugly to him.)

“Right. We should owl him right away.” Crabbe suggested.

Draco looked up from his arm, eyes flaring. “‘We?!’ I’ll do it. It’s my father after all.”

His friends nodded, Crabbe going pink in the ears.

Goyle’s eyes then shot to Draco’s hand. “Ha! What’s that, Malfoy?”

Draco acted confused, and looking down, acted like he’d seen it for the first time. He pretended to look disgusted. “Gross I tell you, I’ll wash it off later.” He said, looking back at them. Both pair of eyes were still on him.

“Well? What are you looking at?” He snarled, and that seemed to do the trick, both heads bending down as they suddenly found interest in the grass.

“Do this Potion before you leave class, and then a portion of it on my desk with your name on it.”

Snake’s sharp voice echoed through the dark classroom, his gaze seeming to meet all of their eyes before he turned around, adding one last part of his instructions in the black board and heading to his desk, long nose lurking over the surface covered in parchment.

The girl sighed, opening the book to the page instructed and starting to chop the first ingredient. She liked to think of herself good at Potions, but sometimes little things like the reactants would mix up in her mind. But nonetheless if she focused hard enough and followed each step carefully, than she was proud to say that she could do it almost perfectly.

It was only then that she noticed the black markings on the back of her hand, and, looking more closely by bringing up her hand to her face, saw it was a smiley face. It looked smeared a little and the lines were wobbly, but she liked it since she wasn’t the one to draw it.

Scurrying through her bag pretending she was looking for something important, grabbed a quill and dipped it in another student’s ink when they weren’t looking. Then, turning back to her hand and covering it behind her cauldron so the nosy Professor wouldn’t see, drew two eyes next to his, a soft smile beneath it to show her gratitude. He didn’t do much, just too dots and a line, but the reason was all that mattered to her.

She just knew that he missed her somewhat forms of affection, so he acted upon himself to continue it.

“Ridiculous, I tell you, why’d he look at me like that? The audacity of some peop-”

“Sorry.”

Draco didn’t realize he ran into someone else, too busy rambling to himself about an annoying First Year who glared at him out of nowhere to notice his body ran into another. It ended up being a Third Year Hufflepuff, quickly scurrying around the corner to avoid the Slytherin.

Draco rolled his eyes, turning back to the direction he was going and continuing to walk to the Common Room. He muttered the password, climbing into the space full of couches and chairs, all in front of a burning fire, flames high and bright, full of color.

He sat down on one of the chairs, waiting for Crabbe and Goyle to get back from the Hospital Wing; the Weasley twins caught them in the hallway, convinced them to eat some candy, and now their faces were covered in red dots that got bigger by the second. Malfoy simply rolled his eyes at the news when Madame told him before making his way to the room.

He currently sat with a Potions book in his hands, long fingers running across the pages that helped his eyes read it better.

He turned the page, but the page he turned got caught on his robes, and, using his left hand, went to fix it before he froze. On his left wrist, he had another smile face beside the one he drew, this one with an actual smile this time not a straight line like his.

He fought a grin that was threatening to pull the corners of his lips, reaching over to pull his robe sleeve over it so no one could see.

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Person I think would like this: @dunningz :)

[slayingqueenchal]

One last party. | draco malfoy x f!reader

Summary : you and draco have been dating, and you've tried to accept his death eater thing, but, then you saw him with another girl

Warning : misunderstanding typa thing, drunk, pet names such as 'love', not edited, angst

"Let's go!! " The black haired boy screamed. Blaise was having fun with his friend, and so are you. You were having a blast, drinking, and laughing in the common room.

Untill you saw a certain blonde boy ; draco. His eyes were red, his hair was messy, but his clothes were messier. He talked to a girl, well, not just a girl, astoria greengrass.

You were confused, you knew they two used to like each other, but, you thought it was over, but apparently, it was not.

She stood on her toes, kissing draco. Then, she had a sly smirk, looking at you. "What? " You said. "What in the motherfu-" Pansy said, but you didn't hear the rest her sentence.

You came to draco, and slappes him, with all your patience gone. "What the fuck was that! " You said. "Y/n, love, it was- I didn't want it she did it! " He said.

You didn't believe one bit of what he said. Suddenly, tears crept up to your eyes, "Well you didn't pull away! " You recalled. "I didn't want to be rude" Draco argued.

"You didn't want tobe rude, that's fine if you were single, you have a girlfriend! And I've accepted all of your bad decisions! But this time I won't! " You protested.

For once, just once, draco stayed silent. Draco lucius Malfoy lost words, cause he knows well what you mean.

"What?" Covered your mouth. The dark mark on his hands are visible. That was why he didn't want to wear anything that's not long sleeved.

"I know, I know, please I'm sorry" He cried. "No... Draco, you do know that this means everything right? You just lost everything" You said, tears dropping to your cheeks.

"I know, I lost everything, but I'm hoping that I wont lose you, please, love" Draco begged.

And you wished that you had never forgived him. "I'm sorry, Draco, we're over" You said, through the loud music. "Love, no, we're not, we're not, we're never breaking up, were practically soulmates! " Draco tried to deny, but he received a chuckle. "Practically" You said, and you left him.

"Y/n, I love you" Draco said, for the 'last' time.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Again.

Shadow to a Flame update.

“Kissing you feels like coming up for air after dunking my head underwater for too long. I can’t sleep and I think it’s because you aren’t with me. And that terrifies me. Because you make me want things I had never wanted with anyone else but Ron before.”

Her words trembled from her lips. Fell like bits of rain on his skin.

“Because you’re you.” She went on, her hand flying out over the cauldron. She held it out, pointing at him. “You called me horrible names. You made me feel like nothing so often that I regularly cast a silencing charm around my bed so that I could cry as loudly as I wanted. So I could scream curses meant for you.”

Draco’s eyes watered. From sleep or from the blow of her words, he didn’t know.

“I didn’t know people could be so cruel until I met you and your gaggle of friends. I hated you. But you affected me so much, I couldn’t understand why!” Tears were streaming down her face.

[hchollym]

Hi, I saw your recent post and from one Percy enjoyer to the other, I recommend:

A Study of Resonance by mymovingfingerwrites on ao3 (rated M) (warning for graphic depictions of violence)—— in which Percy travels back in time and tries to defeat the dark lord.

This story expands so much on the magical elements from the books, it’s amazing. And Percy is such a nerd for magic. Though, this Percy is very much morally gray and makes some questionable decisions, he is still compelling and makes you still root for him. He grows as a person over this 500k+ (!) word fanfic and is just so human, i weep.

I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do if you haven’t read it already. Anyways, what are your favorite Percy-Weasley centric fics overall?

In response to this post.

I'm sorry that this took me so long to respond to! 😓

I've had several people recommend that fic to me! I started reading it a while ago, but I stopped (because of things going on in my personal life), so I'll have to go back to it! 🙂

To preface this, I love AUs (especially more obscure ones); I just find them really fun and enjoyable. So be warned that a lot of my favorite Percy stories are not necessarily realistic or in-character!

Also, please make sure you look at the warnings/tags if you are going to read any of these stories!

I'm sure there's more, but some of my other favorites are:

Treat You by BoiJustLetMeBe (Percy & Charlie, Rated G) --- An adorable story where Charlie takes Percy on a fake date to show him how his future boyfriend should treat him.

At least he has great abs by Irisen (Percy x Oliver, Rated T) --- Muggle AU where Percy finds out from the internet that Oliver (a famous athlete) is his soulmate. It's got a lot of the text and social media format instead of a traditional story format, but it's pretty funny!

Sexetera, Ad infinitum by nqdonne (Percy x Everyone, Percy x Harry, Rated E) --- Percy gets stuck in a groundhog day situation and decides to spend his time sleeping with basically everyone. There's some plot and fluff at the end though.

tears like shooting stars by starsailing (Percy x Oliver, Rated T) --- A very sweet, mermaid Percy AU where Oliver meets Percy when he almost drowns in the Black Lake.

Put Your Arms Around Me (And I'm Home) by MoonytheMarauder1 (Percy x Oliver, Rated T) --- Muggle AU where Percy is blind, Oliver becomes his roommate, and there's some great interactions between Percy & the Weasleys.

A Journey Home by edelweissmar (Percy x Oliver, Rated T) --- A Post-canon story where Oliver became disabled in the final battle. The author's summary explains it well: "Or, in which Oliver performs illegal magic on his broom and Percy, instead of having him arrested, falls in love"

Price of Wisdom by james, MadPoetess (Percy x Multiple, Rated M) --- Percy works at a sex club, has to stand up to Lucius Malfoy to protect Ron, and has some awesome interactions with all the Weasleys.

A Matter of Perspective (Through the Veil) by flowergrown (Gen, Rated T) --- Percy can see ghosts. The story includes Regulus & Ariana, as well as Percy's friendships with Oliver, Marcus, and Penelope.

So Sane It's Driving Me Crazy by tryslora (Percy x Marcus, Rated E) --- Percy is spending Christmas Eve alone for the first time, but he runs into Marcus, which leads to some lovely interactions and steamy sex.

Thanks for the ask! 😊

[weirdraccoon]

Flufftober Day 9: Mourning at first sight

Tomarry - Tom Riddle x Harry Potter

Soulmate AU - Sad ending

Everyone knew soulmates met each other before turning twenty-five. Everyone knew they fell in love instantly when they met each other's eyes. Everyone knew there was a new color to the world, a new sound, or a new smell.

Tom was twenty-five.

He never met his soulmate. He never knew what color grass really was, or what sound the microwave made, or what the oranges smelled like.

He never cared, to be honest.

Draco tried to explain the color green, and Lucius tried to imitate the humming sound, and Abraxas kept putting oranges under his nose...

Tom wished he had better brothers.

Or maybe he could have been an only child if some other couple had adopted him instead of the Malfoys. But he had to admit he enjoyed living like the rich and having everything when he wanted it.

Including someone who tracked down his soulmate for him.

Not that he cared.

"This is dark magic," Severus explained, throwing things into a cauldron and pulling one hair from Tom's head. "You must treat carefully and convince your soulmate that your meeting was as natural as expected," the cauldron puffed out pink smoke and Severus leaned forward to peer into it. "I think your soulmate is younger, and that's why you haven't met."

Yes. That happened too. However, soulmates were only two or three years apart. They still met before the older one turned twenty-five.

Severus frowned.

"What?" Tom demanded.

"There's another reason soulmates are unable to meet," he explained.

Tom swallowed hard. Severus' soulmate was dead. Tom never asked, it was common knowledge. And it was one possible reason for soulmates to never meet in one life.

"No," Tom whispered.

"I can still help you have a full experience of life," Severus murmured. "If that is something you'd want."

Tom hesitated. What point was there in seeing green and hearing the microwave and smelling oranges if he never got to meet his other half? Was it worth it? Or maybe he could wait for their next life and hope to meet them then?

But what if they never met?

"I want to see," Tom whispered.

Severus nodded and threw another ingredient into the cauldron. It made the smoke turn a deep yellow and a picture formed inside it. Severus narrowed his eyes in Tom's direction.

"Do you see it?"

Tom studied the picture. Apparently, only he could see it. It showed a young man, not younger than him. Dark messy hair, pale skin, broken glasses and- is that? His soulmate had green eyes. Then he realized the smoke was not dark yellow but green, too.

"Can I have a name?" Tom whispered, transfixed and sorrowful, trying not to cry.

"Harry Potter," Severus replied in a weird voice. Tom looked his way, finding his dark eyes glazed over with a hint of the green he just discovered. "I'll wait for you, Tom. Take as long as you want."

Tom closed his eyes and tightened his hands into fists.

"We'll meet," he promised himself. "I'll make sure of it."

The smoke cleared and Severus blinked, looking lost for a second.

When Tom went out that day, he noticed nature was green.