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[dracomalfoy7]

Her.

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader 

Summary: One shot inspired by the Percy Jackson scene where Percy sees Annabeth for the first time.

Word Count: 1.2k+

Warnings: None

A/N: I saw a TikTok of this scene and really wanted to write about it!! Lowkey though about turning this into a series?

Draco’s third year at Hogwarts, he was almost sure that he’d either end up marrying Pansy Parkinson or, worst-case scenario, the god-awful Astoria Greengrass. It was as if his life had been plotted out like some cursed prophecy, but that all changed during the second week of school.

Draco and Theodore Nott sat in Potions, their heads resting heavily in their hands as Professor Snape droned on about the intricacies of the Draught of Living Death. Another day, another boring lecture—Potions had lost its luster after two years of Snape's monotone voice.

That was until the classroom door creaked open.

At first, Draco didn’t bother turning his head, thinking it was just another late student. Snape had a way of terrifying most people into punctuality, but even he couldn't prevent the occasional tardy Slytherin or Gryffindor from sneaking in.

But then, an arm invaded Draco’s field of view, jabbing lightly at his shoulder.

“Draco. Dracooo. Hellooo, Earth to Dracoo,” Theo muttered beside him, his voice laced with curiosity.

Draco groaned. “What. do. you. want,” he responded irritably.

“Look at that girl,” Theo urged, his eyes gleaming with something Draco hadn't seen in him before—genuine fascination.

Rolling his eyes, Draco lifted his gaze from the pages of his Potions textbook, following Theo’s line of sight.

“Hello, Professor... Snape, is it?” The girl's voice was soft yet assertive, a sharp contrast to the silken drawl of Pansy or the shrillness of Daphne Greengrass.

Snape turned around slowly, his dark eyes narrowing, clearly not accustomed to being questioned.

“Yes?” he responded, a hint of annoyance evident.

“I believe this is my class,” the girl said, unbothered by Snape’s intimidating stare.

“Yes?” Snape responded again, clearly uncertain where this was going.

“Well, where do I sit then?”

There was a brief pause, and then Snape, with a flick of his wrist, gestured towards the only available seat near Pansy.

“How about next to Miss Parkinson?”

“Thank you, Professor.”

It wasn’t until the girl turned to walk toward her seat that Draco truly noticed her. She wore the standard Slytherin robes, the green and silver crest shimmering slightly in the dim light of the dungeon, but there was something about the way she carried herself that made her stand out from every other student. Her dark hair flowed down her back, and her eyes—Merlin, her eyes—seemed to pierce through the dimness of the room as if they could see right through you.

Draco felt his heart skip, and beside him, he could sense Theo had gone equally quiet, entranced by the same sight. His gaze followed her as she walked toward the empty seat near Pansy, each step deliberate, almost regal.

Blaise Zabini, sitting next to them, noticed the sudden change in both of their expressions and snickered. He snapped his fingers in front of their faces, breaking the trance.

“What are you two looking at?” Blaise asked with a knowing smirk.

Draco blinked, shaking himself out of his daze. “What’s her name?” he asked, his voice unusually eager, the words spilling out before he could stop them.

Blaise laughed, leaning back in his seat. “Ha! She’ll squash you like a bug, Malfoy. Don’t even think about it.”

“Her name,” Draco demanded, his impatience growing. He didn’t like not knowing, especially when it came to someone who had captured his attention so completely.

Blaise rolled his eyes. “Y/N Gaunt. Heir of the great Salazar Slytherin himself.”

Draco and Theo exchanged wide-eyed looks, both equally startled and intrigued. The Gaunt family had long been considered Slytherin royalty—practically legends in their own right. To have an heir of Salazar Slytherin himself sitting in Potions with them?

Draco couldn't help but stare, his eyes still following Y/N as she slid gracefully into the chair next to Pansy. Pansy, who was often insufferably possessive of Draco’s attention, seemed unusually quiet, clearly feeling the weight of Y/N’s presence as much as he did.

The moment Y/N settled in her seat, as if sensing the heavy gaze on her, she turned her head ever so slightly, meeting Draco’s stare head-on.

For a moment, the world outside that dungeon classroom seemed to disappear. There was no Professor Snape, no chatter of students, no bubbling cauldrons—just those piercing eyes staring straight into Draco’s own dark grey ones.

He quickly realized he had no idea what to do. Draco Malfoy, heir to one of the most powerful wizarding families, had never been at a loss for words when it came to anyone—yet here he was, speechless under the gaze of Y/N Gaunt.

Her lips quirked into the faintest hint of a smile—amused, perhaps, by his blatant staring—and then she turned back to face the front of the class, leaving Draco in a strange, fluttering mix of awe and frustration.

Theo leaned over, whispering excitedly. “Mate, did you see that? She's—she's unreal. I mean, Salazar Slytherin’s heir? What does that even mean for someone like her?”

Draco didn’t respond immediately. His mind was still spinning, trying to process how he had gone from nearly falling asleep in Potions to being completely captivated by a single person.

“Come on, Malfoy, stop staring. You’re gonna look like an idiot,” Blaise muttered under his breath, shaking his head.

But Draco couldn’t help it. There was something about her—something that made him feel like his entire world had shifted in that brief moment.

Class went on, but Draco barely registered a word Snape said. His attention drifted back to Y/N again and again, watching the way she flicked her wand with effortless precision during the practical portion of the lesson, the way her lips moved as she quietly muttered incantations under her breath, the way her fingers delicately handled the ingredients, almost as if she were weaving a spell with her hands alone.

He had never seen anyone like her before, and it unnerved him. He was Draco Malfoy. He was supposed to be the one people stared at, the one people were intrigued by, the one who commanded the room. But now... he felt like he had been thrown off-balance, no longer in control.

As the class came to an end and students began packing up their bags, Draco stood slowly, his gaze still fixed on Y/N. He was vaguely aware of Theo and Blaise talking beside him, but their words were drowned out by the rush of thoughts running through his head.

Y/N stood, too, gathering her things with the same quiet confidence that had enraptured him. She glanced in his direction one last time before sweeping out of the room, her robes billowing slightly behind her as she disappeared into the corridor.

Draco stared after her, the same thought echoing in his mind.

He needed to know more about Y/N Gaunt.

“Draco,” Theo nudged him, breaking him out of his reverie. “You alright, mate?”

“Yeah,” Draco muttered, though he knew full well he wasn’t. Something had changed—he didn’t know what exactly, but he knew that Y/N Gaunt was at the center of it.

As they walked out of the classroom together, Draco found himself glancing down the hallway where Y/N had disappeared. He didn’t know how, but he was determined to find out more about her. There was something about her—something that tugged at his very core—and he couldn’t shake the feeling that his life had just taken a turn he hadn’t anticipated.

For the first time in a long time, Draco Malfoy didn’t feel certain about his future.

And that both terrified and thrilled him.

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[illloveyoutillidie]

I'M SO HAPPYY YOU OPENED REQUESTS !! can you do a draco malfoy x reader scenarios? something like 'draco malfoy who would carry you when your sleepy'

something like that pleaseee, thankyou love <3

hiii and yes ofcourse! enjoy reading!! <3

draco malfoy who would nervously ask you to go to the yule ball with him. draco malfoy who almost tripped on the stairs when he sees you in a white dress at the yule ball. draco malfoy who believes he's the only human being on earth that's allowed to insult you (he secretly loves you). draco malfoy who told crabbe and goyle to punch him a little on purpose because madam pomfrey won't let him see you unless he's also injured. draco malfoy who covers his whole face whenever you fluster him. draco malfoy that thinks of your laugh is angelic. draco malfoy that get's irritated when you laugh with someone else. draco malfoy who holds your chin between his thumb and index finger when he wants your attention. draco malfoy who would ask you if you just want to vent or if you want advice from him or even both, instead of making assumptions. draco malfoy who blushes at the tips of his ears every time you smile at him. draco malfoy who gifts you something because you mention liking it once. draco malfoy who lie his body on you when he's upset, his head on your stomach and his body between your legs as you drag your fingers along his blonde hair. draco malfoy who always need to have you close enough to touch you. draco malfoy who would cuddle up to you for hours. draco malfoy who would hold your hands in public. draco malfoy who can't sleep in his bed without you in his arms. draco malfoy who prefers kisses against your forehead rather than lip kisses when you're both cuddling. draco malfoy who keeps a box full of everything you give him even if it's the stupidest thing you've ever give to him. draco malfoy who admires you when your sleeping in his arms and pecks your cheek lightly before he sleeps. draco malfoy who carries you over his shoulder and refuses to put you down anytime you try to sleep on a different bed after you both argued.

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Detention - Draco Malfoy

Draco x sister fem!reader

Warnings: Mention of Umbridge torture

Word count: 746

Summary: Umbridge doing the torture scar’s to Y/n Malfoy, and Draco’s pissed and tells their parnets.

Authors Note: Part 2? Where their parents got Draco’s owl and come to Hogwarts concerned and pissed? (& they find out why she got detention in the first place)

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“Where have you been?” Draco asked as Y/n finally came and sat at the Slytherin in the great hall.

“Umbridge gave me detention for the entire month.” Y/n scoffed annoyed at the way things had become. School was where she felt she could relax some, since Malfoy Manner wasn’t a place of relaxation. But with all the changes school was feeling a lot like home.

“Why?” Draco furrowed his brow concerned and concerned and confused for his sister.

“She said it was because I kept my desk’s to disoganized.” Y/n shrugged not to sure why she got detention in the first place.

“Thats bull.” Draco scowled, his sister was always so clean and kept. Draco didn’t believe it for a second. Besides why would someone get detention for that?

“I agree.” Y/n nodded.

“At least its just a month.” He concluded hoping to ease her nerves that Draco was sure she was feeling. Knowing their parents were to hear of this and not be thrilled.

“Yeah.” Y/n sighed, hoping that the letter going home about this detention would get lost.

It wasn’t home she should of been worrying about as she soon learned. Once she started her series of detentions Y/n Malfoy found out who the true monster in Hogwarts was.

Detention was terribly stressful and anxiety ridden. On top of that she had gotten a letter from home that wasn’t the nicest ither. But from the words written it didn’t sound like they were told ‘why’ she was having detentions, and y/n felt like if they knew ‘why’ then they wouldn’t be nearly as mad.

But Y/n was to afraid to write back. What if it made things worse, what if Umbridge intercepted her letter?! No way, she couldn’t risk it and make her punishments worse.

But it was becoming increasingly hard to hide her hand from her brother. Their twin bond didn’t help and she could tell Draco knew something was up. Y/n was worried if she told him that he might view her as weak.

All that came crashing down around her one day in the library. Draco came storming in and headed straight towards her and sat down. Determined to get answers.

“What's wrong Draco?” Y/n asked once he sat down having watched his dramatic entrance, and noticing her antsy behavior.

“Why’s your hand wrapped?” He asked. It had been bothering him for awhile, he was already concerned about his twin 24/7. But seeing her hurt was ripping him apart on the inside.

“I got hurt.” Y/n cast her gaze downward, nervously picking at a loose thread on her skirt.

“How? Let me see.” Draco jumps immediately into protective mode, very concerned.

“Draco-”

Y/n tried to stop him but he had already reached foreward and grabbed abhold of her hand. Pulling off the bandage wrap and exposing the carvings into her hand that would definitely scar.

“What’s this?” Draco questioned with wide eye’s looking between Y/n and her torn up hand. Seeing horrible, nasty, un-true words carved into her hand made Draco want to cry. And with looking into his sisters eye’s seeing all the emotions and tears in them broke his heart. “Y/n, where’d you get this? Who did this to you?”

Y/n knew there was no point in trying to lie to him now that he’s seen the evidence. “Umbridge, and at detention. It’s her version of it.”

“This is unethical and torture.” He growled in anger that someone dared to harm his sister.

“Trust me, I know.” Y/n pulled her hand back and wrapped it back up again, so it wouldn’t get infected but also so no one would see.

“How many times?” Draco asked even though he knows he doesn’t want to hear it’s been more than once, he knows it’s been more than 1 time.

“4. So far. But I still have the rest of the month.” She told him shakily, nervous about having to go through more of this torture.

“I’ll tell father and mother about this. She’s not going to touch you again.” Draco states pulling her into him to comfort her, noting her shakiness, which he’s very sure was going to lead to a panic attack.

That night after dinner Draco wrote a letter explaining the situation to their parents on paper, and sent it around midnight to assure no one would notice anywhere in the castle.

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ex best friend

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!reader

Summary: when you were younger, Draco was your best friend. some years had passed, and the two of you had found yourselves estranged. one day, after a lost quidditch game for the Slytherin team, you find yourself drawn to Draco once again, hopeful to see where things had gone wrong for you two

Word Count: 1.8k+

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“Go Harry! Go Ron!” You shouted. Hermione cheered, clapping as loudly as she could. 

The first Quidditch match of the season. Ron was doing amazing as goalkeeper, and Harry was whizzing through the stadium on the hunt for the golden snitch. 

They were playing against your house, Slytherin. Even though you were a slytherin, that didn’t mean you necessarily had to root for them. You were best friends with the Golden Trio. Even though you were Slytherin, you always stood up for them against the rest of your house which led to them becoming your best friends. 

“Look!” Hermione shouted, “Harry’s almost got it!” 

Harry and Draco were going head to head for the snitch, but Harry was just that much closer to catching it. All of the sudden, Harry fist wrapped around the snitch. The Gryffindor section exploded with cheers and applause. You and Hermione jumped out of your seats. 

“Let’s go!” Someone around you shouted. 

Hermione wildly clapped her hands as the Gryffindor team surrounded Harry in cheers and laughter. “Come on,” she urged, pulling you down the bleachers, “let’s go catch up with them.”

You chuckled, and followed her down the bleachers and out of the stadium where you would wait for Ron and Harry. 

As you walked out, you couldn’t help but notice Draco coming out as well. He seemed to be the first from the Slytherin team to leave the stadium. Almost as if sensing you stare, he looked up and made direct eye contact with you. 

You and Draco had been best friends your first two years at Hogwarts. When you were younger, everything seemed to be easier. Draco had been quite mean to Hermione, Ron, and Harry, and as a result, you grew apart from him. 

Still, you couldn’t help but care for Draco. You remembered how sweet he had always been to you, how close you guys were, and how many nights you two would sneak out to the halls to cause mischief together. Quite honestly, you miss him. While you love being friends with the Gryffindors, Draco had been your best friend, and it sucked not being close to him any longer. 

“Hermione,” you said, “I’ll catch up with you guys in a little bit. Are we still gonna study for the potions exam, later?”

Hermione glanced over your shoulder, then looked back at you with a bit of a worrisome face. “Yeah, we can meet in the library around 7. Are you, uh, gonna have a chat with Draco?”

Hermione was the only one who knew you missed your friendship with Draco. While she never really understood it, what with him being so rude to her, she never made you feel bad about missing him. 

You hadn’t really talked to Draco all that much in the past year, just some small things here and there, but not like you used to. 

“Yeah, I think I’m gonna try.” You gave her a small smile and turned back toward where you had last seen Draco. He was walking away from the stadium towards an old cherry blossom tree the two of you used to conspire under. 

Your heart swelled a little. You really did miss him, and seeing him in a place so familiar to you and to your friendship brought a wave of sadness over you. You took off in stride to catch up with him. 

Draco sat under the tree, watching you as you approached. 

A little awkwardly, you sat down next to him and leaned against the large trunk of the tree. You cleared your throat, “I saw the game. You put up a good fight.”

He shook his head, his hair falling slightly into his eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure you were just so devastated when Potter caught the snitch instead of me.” The sarcasm reeked from his lips, but he didn’t seem angry. He sounded quite the opposite. You weren’t sure if he was sad or just felt defeated. It was a strange look from him; one you hadn’t had the privy of seeing from him. 

“Just because I root for Gryffindor on occasion, doesn’t mean I enjoy seeing you lose. I’m still Slytherin, I still have house pride.” 

Draco scoffs at that. “You haven’t had house pride in a long time, (Y/N).”

Your eyebrows raised in surprise. “Ouch, Draco. Going straight for my throat, huh?”

He just shook his head and looked away, staring off into the distance. The breeze picked up, shaking the leaves of the tree, causing a few to fall at your feet. 

“Dray,” you said softly. Draco’s eyes dart to your face. His mouth hung open ever so slightly at the nickname you used to call him. “What’s going on with you? You’ve never been one to sit around and sulk.”

He shrugged. “I guess there’s a first for everything.”

“I don’t believe that. The Draco I know wouldn’t have come out here in disappointment. He would have stormed to the common room and figured out exactly where he went wrong to ensure he beat those pesky Gryffindors the next time.”

Draco chuckled. “Weird hearing you call the Gryffindors ‘pesky’. You’ve always been so kind to everyone, no matter their house.”

You shrugged with a soft smile. “You must be rubbing off on me, then.”

He shook his head. “Not sure that that’s such a good thing, (Y/N/N).” 

Your heart melted at the use of your old nickname. Draco was the only one to ever call you that, and when you stopped talking, your nickname died with your friendship. You couldn’t help but think about what used to be with Draco. 

“What happened to us, Dray? How did we grow so far from each other?”

Draco rubbed his hands down his face, like he was nervous. “You’re not like any other Slytherin I know, (Y/N). Sure, you’re cunning, you can be clever at times, and as I recall, you’re quite the prankster.” He smirked. “The rest of us, though, can be quite mean and outright nasty at times. You’re not like that at all. I guess when you started to become friends with Potter and started to stick up for them, I kind of realized how different we were.”

“So my being friends with them caused us to stop being friends?” You couldn’t believe it. You knew that by sticking up for them, it caused a drift between you and Draco, but you didn’t want to think you had been ostracized because of it. 

“It’s not just that.” Draco sighed. He looked into your eyes, and you could see something swirling within them. It looked a lot like regret and sorrow. He seemed to struggle to get his next words out. “I felt like… like I wasn’t good enough for you. Don’t get me wrong, I’m better than Potter and his group of ragdoll friends in a lot of ways. I think just not in the way that you needed.”

You didn’t know what to think. You stared at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Draco, you’re gonna have to explain it to me better.”

He growled in frustration. “Just forget it, (Y/N). This was stupid. I don’t even know why I came over here.”

He went to stand up, but you grabbed onto his hand and held him in place. Draco’s head whipped to gape at you. 

“Don’t do that, Draco. We were friends long enough for me to know what’s going on. Don’t shut me out, because I really just can’t do this again.” Your voice quivered slightly. “You might not realize this, but it broke my heart when we stopped being friends, Dray. You weren’t just my friend, you were my best friend. I never imagined we would end up the way we are now, barely speaking to each other, very curt, very much like acquaintances.”

“I’m not like them, (Y/N)!” Draco shouted. He raked his hands through his hair. “I’m not good like them. I don’t see things the way they do, they way you do. I was only going to bring you down, and I couldn’t let that happen. Godric knows I can be awful, but never in my life did I want to see my awfulness rub off onto you. You’re sweet, (Y/N), you’re kind, and you deserved someone kind, someone loyal, someone-”

“I just wanted you, Draco!” 

The words on Draco’s lips silenced as you let out your confession. He stared at you, dumbfounded. “What did you say?”

You huffed. “I just wanted you. If you had explained all of this to me when it went down, I would have told you that you didn’t need to be good. You didn’t need to be anything other than yourself, because I liked you. If I had to choose between you and them, I would have chosen you a thousand times over, Draco. You were always my first choice.”

“You liked me?”

Your cheeks blushed. You tried to shrug your shoulders as if to brush it off. “Yeah. You were my best friend. You were the only person that really understood me. You cared about me. How was I not supposed to like you?”

“And what about now?” Draco asked. “How do you feel about me now?”

Draco placed his hand on top of yours. He leaned in slightly like he was trying to make sure he heard every word you said. 

Your heart pounded in your chest. How did you feel about him? 

“I miss you. I know that.” You confessed. “I know I still think about you. I know I long for the nights where we snuck out of our rooms to see each other. I miss seeing you everyday. Sometimes I feel like-”

His lips were soft. 

Draco’s mouth moved slowly against yours, like he was afraid if he pressed too hard it would break the intimacy of what was happening. You kissed him back gently, slowly guiding your hand up to the blonde of his hair. 

Draco softly ran his fingers up your arm to your back where he held onto you. 

Kissing Draco felt like the easiest thing in the world. It felt like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

When Draco pulled away, you could see the biggest grin adorning his face. His cheeks were slightly pink, and his eyes shined like no tomorrow. “I’ve wanted to do that for a long time, (Y/N/N). You don’t know how much I’ve missed you, or how much I wished something like this would happen between us.”

You giggled, your own cheeks turning shades of pink. “You know, if you hadn’t lost that Quidditch match, we probably wouldn’t have been here right now.”

Draco chuckled, and pulled you close to wrap you in his arms. Softly, he whispered, “I’d lose every Quidditch match if it meant we could always be like this.”

“You don’t have to lose any matches, Draco. I’m not going anywhere ever again.”

[marypaol]

From the Start

Draco x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader stop Draco from walking over to his parents when they call him over after the Battle of Hogwarts.

Warnings: Death Eaters, mention of past deaths, aftermath of war, You-Know-Who, strict parents, I think that’s all? :)

Note: I felt like all more stories are short, so I wote a little long one. I’m so proud of this one I how you guys like it!

Genre: Angst with happy ending :)

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Thinking back on her years attending Hogwarts, there wasn’t a time when her heart wouldn’t be considered as something served to Draco Malfoy on a silver platter. Thinking about it now, she would give it to him in a heartbeat if that was what it took to make his heart beat better.

And she could tell when his was staggering, fighting to beat like everyone else’s, the wanting gaze landing on anyone with a regular blood bumper in their chest. If only his heart did that; cycled blood throughout his body like a never ending circle of life, giving him the liquid he needed to say alive, yet if he lost too much of it he would fade away. But to his misfortune his didn’t work that way. In fact, it seemed to be working for the purpose of suffocating him instead of helping him, flooding his lungs and wrapping invisible hands around his throat, daring him to try to at least take a breath.

So yes, she noticed every bit. Every single longing glance and curious looks of people laughing away, living their lives to the fullest while his was limited. Since when couldn’t he be free? Since when was it decided? Was it from the moment he entered the world, not even knowing his name or what his life was going to end up like? Or was it the second the envelope of acceptance into this magic school touched his finger tips, telling him the supplies he’d need to go to a place that would change his life forever as a Malfoy?

She wouldn’t know the answer, he wouldn’t know, nor would even his parents know even though they were the ones to decide. It didn’t affect the decision made in the first place, since he never did nor ever will have a say.

Years of Hogwarts go by, each one having a special memory that beholds their childhood in a tight grip. Not only did they have their ups and downs, but also magical knowledge that will forever be with them as guidance into their later years of life. Sadly those memories and countless lessons had to eventually come to an end, ending all the happiness that once was, fading into something that they wouldn’t ever be able to experience again but only remember.

But that didn’t mean that they didn’t have something big and effective before they left for good, leaving their magic school full of memories behind. Which led to the screams of loved ones, calling out to others and hopelessly waiting for a reply that will never come. The beautiful castle that once stood was no longer, just piles of rubble as if their childhoods were nothing. The past couldn’t be changed, not when curses were flying left and right and green light blaring everywhere imaginable. Nothing could erase the scars of people who survived, fighting for what’s right and used what they learned to the best of their ability. Nothing could change the fact that evil is about to win over good.

“Son, come.”

The whisper was soft yet demanding in the silence of the courtyard. It broke the ever lasting quiet, blasting through every ear as if they had to go through the peer pressure too.

Draco’s face was sad and lonesome, a deep frown on his lips that once held a snarl. Her empathy towards the boy was great, wanting nothing more than to stop him from going to the other side that represented darkness and evil. He wasn’t good enough for them, they didn’t deserve him. He was just a boy, just a kid that was still discovering the world day by day. His life shouldn’t have been changed this way, changed so greatly much so that his viewpoint on life’s purpose was forever impacted.

It was only then did his dear mother join in with the begging, desperately asking him to join the Dark Lord’s side.

“Draco, come here.”

Everyone was staring at him, the intense stares coming from every angle. His back, his head, the side of his face; he could feel them everywhere. The heat from their gazes set his chest on fire, craving for the normality of his peers. Why did their looks affect him so much? Why did he care? Most importantly, why was he so aware about his peers’ reaction to even notice? Shouldn’t he be focused on his parents, begging him to go to them and join their evil doings?

The Dark Lord spoke this time, breaking Draco out of the endless questions running in his mind, the evil-doer waving his hands that looked like claws at the boy as a way to call him over.

Draco looked at the students around him, silently asking them to stop staring but sadly they didn’t get the massage, their eyes still yet fixed on the side of his face for his reaction.

The Malfoy saw no point in staying with the people around him; like anyone enjoyed his presence at the school anyway. If he left they wouldn’t be surprised at his behavior, since his parents are Death Eaters mine as well make their son one too.

But that they didn’t know was that he didn’t want to, he didn’t want to join them in whatever hurtful and evil actions they were doing. They ruined his school, his home away from home (even though he would never admit it.)

Just thinking back on Bellartrix waving her wand with a wide satisfactory smile on her face, watching in admiration as the once was Great Hall destroyed into pieces. It was the place where Potter refused to shake his hand, where the leather hat barely touched his hair strands before shouting the house he destined to be in. Where the golden plates served the first feast of his Hogwarts years, one to remember for a lifetime.

But of course it was all gone, and for what. Just so the Dark side could carelessly kill students? If their purpose of arriving was to do so, why destroy the one place he called his safe haven?

Did they just want to make the situation worse? Like salt to the wound?

He couldn’t know, nor would he know. He would be once again left with the questions of his own left unanswered, still lingering in his mind for years to come. He could see it now, him as an old man staring longingly into the flames of his fireplace, empty tea cup in hand while the wonderings cycled in his brain once again, curiosity flooding his scenes, longing for the answers.

In fact, thinking about it now, he wanted that. He wanted to grow up and have a fireplace to star into at night. He wanted maybe a beautiful wife in the kitchen, humming to herself as she cleaned dishes from the previous home cooked meal they ate together. He longed for it, and the longer he stood there, staring at the ground, he only wanted it more.

But his desires weren’t going to be preformed, for the peer pressure in the back of his mind was too much, too much so that it covered his mind with persuasion, almost forcing him to follow his parents’ will. His foot stepped out, with great pain and a heavy heart he made his way to his parents, ready to do their evil doings unwillingly.

But lo and behold a soft grip stopped him, light against his fingertips as the touch silently begged him to stay. He stiffened, straightening his slumped shoulders as he dared to face the person who reset his thought process, his brain already second thinking the decision he previously made.

It was her, the girl that sat in the back of the class, softly mumbling answers that were always correct but she was too shy to actually say aloud. It was her, the one who would steal glances at him when she thought he wasn’t looking. It was her, the one who would whisper the things she was doing softly on the test so he could follow along, since she silently knew he wasn’t studying because of what he was going through. It was her, the one who was mentally there from the start.

Draco stared into the eyes of the girl who was dealing with his hard burdens, his hardships, and the rough edges of his life. She was sandpaper and he was the splintered wood, her sanding him down as she comforted him silently in the breeze. He found himself stepping back, watching as his father’s face twisted in disappointment, a snarl forming on his lips. Draco ignored it for the better, his fingers being held by his boat the kept him above the surface, preventing him from drowning.

At the end of those long years he did have that wife, watching her now as she softly swayed her hips to the quiet music playing, lips forming in a comforting smile he always liked to see as she cleaned a stain on a pan, her sleeves rolled up to her elbows. He then turned back taking a sip of his peppermint tea. His eyes found the fireplace, staring into the flames of his wants, watching as a piece of paper holding his father’s writing burned into ashes, the words of disapproval and disbelief fading into nothingness.

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The Prince and Princess of Slytherin

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: Your life was planned from the beginning. And maybe, it wasn't so horrible. 

Your family had a great relationship with the Malfoys.

Your parents being among the pure-blood families, with a rich history of great Wizards and Witches, it was natural that your parents and the Malfoys were to unite.

Your marriage to their son was destined from the moment you were born.

It was seen as a sign that the Malfoys had a son while your mother had you. 

Naturally, as a young girl, you hated the idea of marriage, especially to someone your parents chose and Draco was much the same.

During the first and second years, you two hated one another and avoided each other at all costs.

Of course, you would be put to Slytherin along with him.

However, during the end of the third year, you and Draco became friends. It was something completely unexpected.

And as the fourth year, Triwizard Tournament and Yule Ball approached, you two were in a relationship. Although unspoken, it was a relationship.

And it all blossomed during the Ball.

You were rather surprised when he asked you to the Ball. You were even more surprised when you said yes.

You took your time to find the perfect dress, and to your absolute shock, you had the best time of your life. You danced and laughed so much with Draco.

And after he walked you back to the stairs that lead to your room, he kissed you.

A sweet, innocent first kiss.

After that, no one was able to separate the two of you.

You loved him, and he loved you.

You were often referred to as the old married couple. 

But more so, the Prince and Princess of Slytherin. 

That stuck with you as you often called Draco your Prince.

You were often blinded by your love towards him, you often failed to notice his flaws. Even if someone was to shout them into your face, you would still not realize. You ignored them because you loved him.

But deep down, you knew it was true. You knew what they were saying was true, but you didn't care. They didn't see beyond, they didn't know how he was when it was only you two.

They didn't know the real Draco.

You did.

Of course, your families were delighted with the fact that you two were in love. It meant you two wouldn't fight them on the marriage. So they saw it as a win.

But the real winners were you and Draco.

You would always sit next to him.

One instance, was on the train, heading to Hogwarts for another year, you sat right next to him, his hand in yours as you two got some sweets.

Or rather, Draco got you some.

As you happily munched on some chocolates, while looking out the window of the train. Suddenly, you felt a kiss on your shoulder, as you turned back you saw Draco smiling at you.

You placed a quick kiss on his lips before turning back to your sightseeing.

Yes, those were the times you enjoyed the most.

But soon, things started to change, you felt it in the air, and your parents told you as well.

The Dark Lord was back.

And Draco had a task.

A task you helped him with.

How could you expect the love of your life to go through with something like that all alone? Of course, you helped. 

You watched him suffer and you were in just as much pain. Seeing him struggle, knowing you couldn't help was the worst.

However, when all hell broke loose, all you could focus on was finding him. 

And you did, or rather, he found you. When Voldemort called his army back and let you 'bury your dead'. 

He was devastated to see the injury on your arm, as you were helped by a teacher.

Thankfully you weren't injured anywhere else.

"My Love!"

"Draco, I'm happy to see you alive."

"What happened?"

"A Death Eater..." you whispered.

"They weren't supposed to attack you. They know you are with me."

And they did. Yet, they didn't care. And so, Draco was quick to realize that they played dirty.

Then Voldemort walked in, Hagrid carried Harry. Narcissa begged Draco to go to her.

Draco turned to you as you lifted your hand to hold his and you both walked over.

You felt like a coward, a traitor. But you were afraid and you didn't want to die.

As Voldemort touched Draco you nearly vomited. Then, he turned to you and did the same. 

Narcissa grabbed in one hand Draco, in her other you, and walked away.

You heard the battle behind you start and you felt guilty.

But you didn't want to die.

Back at the Malfoy manor, Narcissa explained what happened to your parents. They were gone. And somehow, deep down you knew that the moment you didn't see them when the Dark Lord arrived.

Which meant you were all alone now.

You locked yourself into a room.

Grieving your loss and regretting your decision of leaving for many many days.

But you never regretted staying with Draco through it all. 

A knock came from your door and you turned to see Draco there. Much like you, he also couldn't sleep. Not alone at least.

He joined you by the window as he too, looked out.

With his father in Azkaban, his mother slowly crumbling, all he had left was you.

"I remember when my mother told me that I am supposed to marry you. I was angry. Wondering how could they decide to make me do this. Marry a boy I don't even know... I fell in love with you not long after, watching you at school I always knew the bully was only insecure." you stayed quiet for a couple moments. "You have beautiful eyes Draco." He leaned in, putting his head into your neck as if he was hiding. Your arms moved around him, holding him.

He was so glad to have you there with him every step of the way. 

And even now, you were there. Mourning the losses, while holding him close.

He didn't need anything else. 

A year after the war, you married Draco. It was a small wedding at the Malfoy Manor. 

You felt like it was the first time in years that you managed to smile full-heartedly. 

How amazing he looked in his tuxedo, and just how breathtaking you looked in your gorgeous dress.

You missed your parents from the ceremony, but you also knew that they were watching you, happy for their daughter.

When Draco started working for the Ministry, you found a job as well. 

You would say you lived simple lives. Narcissa was a lot better as well which was a delight.

Then, five years later, you got pregnant.

A completely unplanned baby, but you were extremely happy.

Draco arrived home from work as all three of you sat down to eat dinner. All day, Narcissa could tell you had something up your sleeve, but she didn't ask. 

"I have something to share with both of you." you announced as dinner was ending. "I went to the doctor's today and she confirmed, I'm pregnant." 

Complete silence filled the room as if both were waiting for an 'only joking' from you but it never came. 

In the end, Narcissa was first to speak.

"Congratulations, Darling!" she said as she hugged you and soon Draco followed her.

Everyone was truly happy. 

Draco was extremely affectionate during your pregnancy. It was as if he was still the young teen who kissed you so many times on the train or in school.

You missed this side of him.

He would often run his hands over your belly, feeling your child growing under your heart. 

Every night, as he hugged you close, both arms securely around you, you reminded yourself of the great times you had with him and the more amazing memories you will create together.

You felt so silly now, you wished to go back and tell your younger self that everything will be okay.

You wish to go back and tell yourself, the little girl crying in her room because her parents decided she was to marry a Malfoy, you wished to tell her that it will be the best decision. That Draco Malfoy will turn out to be your life, heart and soul.

You wished to tell yourself that soon, you will have a child of your own, and you wouldn't have this baby with anyone else but Draco. 

Your little boy was born on July 5th. A month after his father's birthday. Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy was the little twinkle in your eye. The little boy stole your heart away the moment he opened his beautiful blue eyes.

"He looks just like you, Draco. I spent all this time giving birth and he dares to look like you... so unfair." Clearly, the boy looked like an exact copy of his father. The blond hair, the eyes, little boy couldn't even deny he was a Malfoy.

"Maybe he will behave like you."

"I doubt it, the Malfoy gene is a lot stronger than mine." you smiled as he took the boy from your arms and looked at him.

You watched your husband place a kiss on his forehead. 

"I still think we should have picked a different name." you said as Draco sat down in the chair next to you. "We basically set him up to be a villain." you laughed, obviously joking. 

"If he is anything like you, he surely be." your husband joked and it made you gasp in shock. "I mean... everyone was afraid of you. The Princess of Slytherin."

"I-I-You! Draco!"

"It's true! I was running around being a brat while you so elegantly put fear into everyone's heart."

"Can't argue with that." you smiled as you leaned back, ready to take a nap. "I already know what his first words are going to be." you said as you closed your eyes. Draco looked at you.

"What?"

You let out a yawn. "My father will hear about this." you said trying your best to imitate his voice as you finally drifted off to sleep.

Draco sat there, his boy in his hands, shocked. He looked down at the little boy, looking up at him, eyes filled with wonder.

"Your first word has to be 'mommy' or else I will never live it down." he kissed him on the forehead. "But you can tell me anything you want, I will be a good father, I will try my best at least."

The little boy also yawned before closing his eyes. Draco leaned back in his chair, watching his son and wife sleeping.

He too wished to go back and tell all about this to his younger self. Tell himself just how amazing his life is going to turn out. 

Maybe having your life planned out wasn't such a bad thing. After all, even if it is planned, it can turn out to be exactly what you want.

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hey I noticed you haven’t done any Lucius Malfoy fics yet, and I’d like to request one if you’re open to it, the reader is a strong-willed witch who doesn’t fall for his usual charm? Lucius is used to getting whatever he wants, but the reader constantly challenges him, and it intrigues him in a way no one else has. Over time, Lucius starts to realize that he’s genuinely falling for her, and there’s a slow-burn romance as they go from tension-filled encounters to mutual respect, then love. Lots of witty banter, hidden vulnerability from Lucius, and a surprisingly soft, romantic confession at the end.

Title: Charm

Warning: None, lucius being lucius

Words Count: 2000+

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The Ministry of Magic was a labyrinth of enchantment and bureaucracy, a place where power dynamics shifted like the tides. Y/n Y/l/n, a strong-willed witch and a respected potion master in the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, had learned to navigate its complexities with grace and determination. Her talent and hard work had earned her respect, but it was her unwavering spirit that truly set her apart.

As she walked through the bustling atrium, she could feel the gazes of her colleagues—some filled with admiration, others tinged with envy. Y/n had always found herself on the fringes, content to focus on her work rather than engage in the political machinations that often defined life at the Ministry. Yet, it was the whispers of a certain silver-blonde wizard that broke through her concentrated bubble.

“Good morning, Y/n,” Lucius Malfoy greeted her, his voice smooth and dripping with charm. He leaned casually against a pillar, the epitome of aristocratic elegance. “I must say, your dedication to your work is admirable. Most would have crumbled under the pressures of this place by now.”

Y/n glanced up, her brow slightly raised. “And yet here I am, standing tall,” she replied coolly, matching his tone. “Flattery won’t earn you any favors with me, Malfoy.”

“Flattery?” He chuckled softly, his icy blue eyes twinkling with amusement. “I merely speak the truth. Your determination is commendable.”

Her heart raced as she held his gaze, the playful banter igniting something within her that she hadn’t expected. She had long since learned to see through his polished facade, understanding that behind the charm lay a man accustomed to getting what he wanted. But Y/n had never been one to succumb easily.

“Save your compliments for someone who might appreciate them,” she said, her voice firm. “I’m not interested in becoming another feather in your cap, Lucius.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his face, quickly masked by his usual composure. “Is that so? I find it refreshing, really. Most women seem eager to bask in my attention.”

“That says more about them than it does about you,” she shot back, walking past him with purpose. She felt the heat of his gaze on her back, and she couldn’t help but smile to herself.

Days turned into weeks, and their encounters became a familiar rhythm, a dance of words and glances laced with underlying tension. Y/n would catch herself thinking of Lucius more often than she cared to admit. He intrigued her with his intellect, challenged her with his wit, and made her question her own perceptions of power and vulnerability.

Lucius, on the other hand, found himself drawn to her in ways he had never anticipated. The thrill of their verbal sparring ignited a fire within him, and he began to look forward to their encounters. No one else had dared to challenge him so boldly, and he found her spirit intoxicating. It was a contrast to the women he had known, who had often been content to admire him from afar.

One particularly dreary afternoon, Y/n found herself in the Ministry’s expansive library, surrounded by stacks of books as she searched for an elusive potion recipe. The dim light cast a warm glow over the dusty volumes, creating an atmosphere of quiet reflection. She was so engrossed in her task that she barely noticed Lucius approaching until she felt his presence beside her.

“Lost in thought again?” he asked, his voice smooth and teasing.

Y/n glanced up, suppressing a smile. “Just doing some research. What brings you here, Malfoy? Surely you have more important matters to attend to.”

He leaned against the table, arms crossed, his gaze fixed on her. “I could say the same for you. Researching potions when you could be enjoying the finer things in life?” His smirk was infuriatingly charming.

“I enjoy what I do,” she replied defensively, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. “Not everyone needs the thrill of high society to find fulfillment.”

“Touché,” he said, amusement flickering in his eyes. “But wouldn’t it be better to have a little fun? Life is far too short to be buried in books, even if they are as fascinating as you make them seem.”

Y/n straightened, her eyes narrowing. “You mean the kind of fun that leads to empty flirtations and false promises? No, thank you. I prefer to keep my life meaningful.”

Lucius’s expression softened slightly, his facade slipping ever so slightly. “I admire your conviction, Y/n. It’s refreshing to see someone who knows what they want.”

Their eyes locked, the air between them thick with unspoken words. Y/n felt a flutter in her chest, a spark of something deeper than mere attraction. But she quickly quelled it, reminding herself of the walls she had built around her heart.

As weeks turned into months, their encounters grew more charged. Lucius began to seek her out more frequently, often finding reasons to linger near her office or cross paths in the halls. Each meeting was a mixture of tension and exhilaration, a game of verbal chess where neither was willing to yield.

One day, as they walked through the Ministry gardens during a rare moment of respite, the sun filtering through the leaves, Lucius turned to Y/n with a seriousness that caught her off guard. “You know, there’s more to me than what you see on the surface.”

She raised an eyebrow, curiosity piquing her interest. “Is that so?”

“Many view me as simply a wealthy, influential pureblood wizard,” he continued, his voice low. “But I’ve faced my share of struggles, Y/n. I’ve fought against expectations and the shadows of my past. It’s exhausting, and I wonder sometimes if anyone sees beyond the facade.”

Y/n felt a pang of empathy for him, understanding that beneath his charming exterior lay a man grappling with his identity. “I can relate to that,” she admitted softly. “I’ve often felt the weight of expectations myself. People assume they know me, but they rarely take the time to understand who I am.”

He paused, their eyes locking as a shared vulnerability lingered between them. “Perhaps that’s why I find you so compelling. You challenge me, push me to question who I am and what I truly want.”

“Is that what this is?” she asked, a hint of uncertainty in her voice. “A challenge?”

“Perhaps,” Lucius replied, a smile tugging at his lips. “But it’s more than that. I’m beginning to realize that I want to know you—really know you.”

Y/n’s heart raced, and she felt the heat of his gaze. “Lucius, this isn’t—”

“It’s not just a game,” he interjected, stepping closer. “I’m not asking for a fling; I’m asking for something real. I want to explore this connection we have, to see where it leads.”

His sincerity struck a chord deep within her, and for the first time, she felt the walls she had built begin to crumble. But fear still lingered, casting a shadow over her heart. “What if we ruin what we have?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then we will face the consequences together,” he assured her, a determined gleam in his eyes. “But I’d rather take that risk than live a life filled with regrets.”

Their eyes held for a moment longer, the world around them fading away. Lucius’s heart raced, anticipation mingling with hope. He had never felt so vulnerable, so exposed, but he knew he couldn’t walk away. Not now.

“Okay,” she said finally, her resolve wavering. “Let’s see where this takes us.”

With that, their relationship began a delicate transformation. They spent more time together, sharing moments both grand and intimate, navigating the complexities of their lives with newfound honesty. Y/n discovered layers to Lucius that no one else had seen—the thoughtful, introspective man hidden behind the mask of privilege and power.

In quiet moments, they would share laughter and stories, and Y/n found herself enjoying Lucius’s company more than she had ever imagined. He would often watch her with an intensity that made her heart race, as if he were trying to memorize every detail. In turn, Y/n began to see glimpses of vulnerability in Lucius, moments where he let his guard down and revealed the man he truly was beneath the polished surface.

But despite the growing bond between them, doubt occasionally crept in. Y/n couldn’t shake the feeling that Lucius was still bound by the expectations of his past, the weight of his family legacy hovering over them. It was a nagging thought that made her question the foundation of their connection.

One evening, while attending a Ministry gala, Y/n stood by the window, gazing out at the stars. The ballroom buzzed with laughter and conversation, but she felt out of place amidst the opulence. Lucius approached her, his presence grounding her in a way that soothed her insecurities.

“Why so pensive?” he asked, his voice a low murmur as he joined her at the window.

“I don’t belong here,” she admitted, her gaze still fixed on the horizon. “These people… they don’t see me. They only see my title, my work.”

Lucius turned to face her, a seriousness etched on his features. “You belong here just as much as anyone else, Y/n. You’ve earned your place through hard work and talent.”

“Do you really think so?” she asked, turning to meet his gaze.

“Absolutely,” he replied, sincerity resonating in his voice. “You have a strength that commands respect. I admire that.”

She felt warmth bloom in her chest, a flutter of hope igniting. “Thank you, Lucius. That means more than you know.”

He studied her for a moment, the weight of his thoughts hanging in the air. “There’s something I need to confess.”

Y/n’s heart raced as she sensed the gravity of his words. “What is it?”

“I’m falling for you, Y/n,” he admitted, his voice steady yet vulnerable. “In a way that I never thought I could again. It terrifies me because I know my past is complicated, but you make me want to be better.”

Her breath caught in her throat, and she felt her heart swell at his honesty. “Lucius…”

He took a step closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone—not even Narcissa. You challenge me in a way that makes me want to shed my past and become someone worthy of you.”

Tears prickled at the corners of her eyes as she fought against the emotions flooding her heart. “I didn’t expect to feel this way either. You’ve surprised me.”

“Then let’s surprise each other,” he said softly, reaching for her hand. “Let’s build something real together.”

In that moment, the world around them faded into oblivion, leaving only the two of them and the connection that had blossomed between them. Y/n felt a surge of warmth as Lucius intertwined their fingers, a gentle yet firm grip that spoke volumes of his intentions.

“Okay,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “Let’s take this journey together.”

With their hearts laid bare, Y/n and Lucius stepped into a new chapter of their lives, one filled with uncertainty but also hope. They faced challenges head-on, navigating the complexities of their emotions and the scrutiny of those around them. Together, they forged a bond that transcended the expectations of their pasts, proving that love could flourish even in the most unexpected places.

As the seasons changed, so did their relationship. They shared stolen moments in quiet corners of the Ministry, laughter echoing in the hallways as they exchanged witty banter. Lucius began to show her the parts of himself he had long hidden, revealing his vulnerabilities and fears. Y/n, in turn, opened up about her aspirations and dreams, her passion for potions igniting new conversations between them.

One crisp autumn evening, as they walked through the vibrant foliage of the Ministry gardens, Lucius paused, his expression serious yet tender. “Y/n, I want to take this to the next level. You’re not just a challenge anymore; you’re the woman I want by my side.”

She stopped, her heart racing as she searched his eyes. “What do you mean?”

“I want to be with you, truly,” he said, his voice steady. “I’m ready to leave the past behind and build a future together.”

Tears welled in Y/n’s eyes as his words washed over her, a wave of relief and joy flooding her heart. “Lucius, I… I want that too.”

In that moment, surrounded by the golden hues of autumn, they embraced their love fully, ready to face whatever challenges awaited them. Lucius brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his gaze softening as he leaned closer. “Then let’s make it official.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, confusion mingling with excitement.

Lucius smiled, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes. “I mean, I want you to be my partner in every sense. I want to show you off, to declare to the world that you’re mine.”

Her heart swelled with warmth, and she couldn’t help but laugh, a joyful sound that echoed through the garden. “I would like that very much.”

“Then it’s settled,” he declared, a triumphant smile gracing his lips. “Prepare yourself, Y/n Y/l/n, for a life filled with love, laughter, and perhaps a little mischief.”

And as they walked hand in hand, Lucius realized that he had finally found what he had been searching for—a love that was genuine, transformative, and utterly real. In Y/n, he saw the reflection of a future he had never dared to dream of, one where they could conquer the world together.

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Restricted Section

draco malfoy x fem reader

Summary: You have been dating Draco for nearly a month but due to the lack of private places you have only been together once. Draco takes you to the restricted section of the library for a solution.

Notes: 18+ ONLY!!! Smuttt, established relationship, p in v, public x, lil oral (f & m), fluff

Word count: 2.2k

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“Stop it.” You whisper to Draco as his hand continues to roam higher up your thigh underneath the desk.

“But it’s been so long…” He groans quietly in your ear, causing goosebumps on your skin.

It’s true it had been very long since you were last intimate. You had been dating for about a month now and only had sex once, the first time for both of you. Draco had snuck you into his room during a quidditch game. It was amazing and gentle and passionate. But you’d nearly gotten caught multiple times trying to leave the common room. Things would be so much easier if you were also in Slytherin.

You tried another time in a broom cupboard. Draco’s head under your skirt, doing remarkable things with his tongue as soft moans fall from your mouth. One of your hands was buried in his golden hair while the other held onto anything possible to keep yourself up. It seemed like the perfect private place until the door began to open. By the time Mr. Filch opened the door you had fixed yourselves, and before he could question you both Draco took your hand and bolted down the hall, both giggling as you ran.

“I know…” You whisper back to him. “And if it were up to me we would be in a bed with privacy right now.” You give him a heated look.

“Well, if it were up to me…” He whispers against your ear as his hand moves slightly higher up your thigh. “I would be under this desk on my knees right now with my face between your legs.”

“Draco!” You whisper shout, a little too loud.

Professor McGonagall shoots you both a warning look before looking back to whatever she was reading at her desk.

You turn back to Draco who now has a smug grin on his face. By now your cheeks were completely red, your heart racing, and your breath quickening at the image in your mind of Draco’s head between your legs right now.

“I miss the way you taste… I didn’t get to make you fall apart with my tongue.” He whispers, hand trailing too high now, his pinky brushing against your underwear.

“Draco, stop!” You quietly whine, it was impossible to focus when all you could think about was all the things you wanted to let him do to you.

“Mr. Malfoy and Ms. (y/l/n), I think I need to separate you.” Professor McGonagall stands from her desk. “Mr. Malfoy please move over there.”

You frown as Draco collects his books with a huff, he gives you a wink before making his way to another desk. You were secretly relieved, any more teasing from him and you were ready to throw your morals out the window and let him take you anywhere he wanted.

Class continued on, you and Draco sharing heated glances and shy smirks from across the room. You aren’t watching when Draco scribbles something down onto a piece of paper and folds it into a perfect bird. When your eyes meet his again he blows the paper bird into the air and it flies over, landing on your desk. You open the note on your lap, hiding it from the professors view.

‘Library date after class??’

You look to Malfoy whose eyes are firmly fixed on you waiting for an answer, you smile and nod and he gives you a devilish smirk in response.

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When class is over you meet Draco at the door before heading down to the library together. The library was fairly empty, most students getting ready for supper. Draco held your hand as he led you through the library into the restricted section.

“Where are we going?” You ask him as he continues to walk you through the endless bookshelves in the dimming candle light.

He doesn’t answer but once you reach the very back of the restricted section he lets go of your hand to grab your face and bring your lips to his. You happily let him slip his tongue into your mouth as he pushes you up against the bookshelf, feeling his hardness pressing on your stomach. One of his hands moves down your neck to grab your breast before continuing to journey downward, he reaches under your skirt and cups your core, making you gasp into his mouth.

“Draco…” You breathe. “We can’t do that here.”

“Please, my love…” He groans against your neck as he starts leaving wet kisses along your skin. “If I have to wait any longer to have you I may go completely mad.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, though you couldn’t deny you felt the same way. You wanted to feel him again so badly, any more of this teasing and waiting would surely drive you both insane.

“We have to be quick… and quiet.” You whisper.

He pulls back to smirk at you and nods excitedly before capturing your lips again. He moves you over to sit on the small step stool against the bookshelf. Before you sit down he helps you pull off your underwear and shoves them into his pocket. He quickly drops to his knees and begins kissing up your thighs. You knew exactly what he was planning and it took all your strength not to let him devour you when he was right there, inches away from where you needed him most. But someone could come this way at any moment, so you had to be as fast as possible.

“Draco… we don’t have time…”

Draco groans in frustration but reluctantly pulls away and stands. He knew you were right but he was desperate to taste you again. He wasn’t sure what it was about doing that to you that was so intoxicating, but he felt like he could never get enough. He would spend hours between your legs if you’d let him.

He shoves those thoughts aside when you start to unbutton his trousers and pull his hardness out. You squeeze your soft fingers around him making him groan and buck into your hand. You smirk before lining him up to your entrance. He kisses you hard as he pushes into you, trying to cover up both of your needy moans between your lips. He starts rutting into you, knowing you didn’t have much time, but it creates a loud banging and a couple books to fall.

“Shh,” You giggle at him. “Slower.”

He obeys and begins to thrust in and out of you slowly, the tension building through each quiet breathy moan and shared desperate kisses. Draco speeds up slightly and pushes himself deeper, testing how much faster he could go without making too much noise. You feel your peak slowly beginning to creep up on you.

Suddenly you hear voices nearby, seeming to be getting louder, closer. You both freeze and look at each other with panic in your eyes. You soon recognize the voices of Harry and Hermione as you hear them stop at one of the bookshelves nearby. A large bookshelf was the only thing protecting you and Draco from being caught in such a state. You try to steady your heavy breathing as you both waited for them to leave. Draco was still rock hard inside of you, struggling to keep his composure.

After a dreadful few minutes Draco decided they weren’t going anywhere anytime soon, and he wasn’t going to let Potter or that mudblood Granger ruin his chances at finally getting to have you again. So, once again he starts to move in and out of you, agonizingly slow. You don’t object, you just meet his lust filled eyes with your own and try your best at remaining silent. The slow pace becomes torture and you are desperate for him to just pound into you, judging by the look of Draco he was feeling the exact same way.

You pause for a moment when you hear Harry and Hermione moving around again, the sound of books shuffling and being put back, then their voices begin to fade into the distance as they left.

The second their voices were completely gone from your hearing, your eyes meet again with pure fire behind them. An unspoken agreement passes through them and Draco starts slamming into you hard and fast. As your peaks quickly came barreling towards you both, neither of you cared about the noise or the many books falling loudly from the shelves around you. Draco knows you’re about to cry out far too loud for where you were. The thought never crossed his mind earlier, but he somehow manages to quickly grab his wand sticking out of the pocket of his pants that had fallen to his ankles.

“Silencio!” Draco waves his wand at you, taking away your ability to speak or make any noise, just in time.

Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, you’re so grateful for the spell as you throw your head back with a silent cry, letting out everything you have as you pulse around him, it was the most intense feeling you had ever experienced. The sight of you in your ecstasy pushes Draco to the edge. With a quick warning, he pulls out and you move forward to let him shove his cock down your throat before he starts spilling into your mouth with a choked gaspy moan.

You swallow and continue to suck on him until he pulls you off from overstimulation. He tucks himself back into his pants before peaking around the shelves to see if anyone was nearby or coming to inspect the noise. You begin picking up the fallen books and placing them back on the shelves. Draco turns back to you to see you bent over as you grab another couple books off the floor.

“If you don’t stop that… I can’t promise I won’t fuck you again right here right now.” Draco says lowly, pure heat in his tone.

You stand up and smile at him before putting the last of the books on the shelves. You turn back to him and point to your mouth. Draco smirks and comes closer before lightly grabbing your chin and pulling you into a passionate sloppy kiss that quickly turns slow and gentle before he pulls away. He smiles at you like you’re his favourite kind of candy and he’s starving for more, his gaze glancing from your eyes to your lips.

You shake your head at him with a silent giggle.

“I still can’t speak.” You mouth to him, pointing at your mouth again.

“Oh! Right, sorry! Let me just…” Draco flusters as he tries to find his wand that he had dropped after casting the spell.

You silently giggle, thinking about how cute he is.

“Ah ha!” He says when he finds his wand, now pointing it at you. “Finite Incantatem!”

“Thank you, finally.” You say with a teasing smile.

“I’m sorry! You pointed at your irresistible lips, I thought that was an invitation.”

“I’m not complaining.” You say, leaning in to place a chaste kiss to his lips.

As you pull away he pulls you back in, firmly pressing his lips to yours. His hand finds yours and your fingers interlock as his other hand moves to your cheek. He holds you there for a long tender moment, not moving his lips or trying to make out. He pulls away and you both look at each other with stars in your eyes. He takes the hand he’s holding and places a kiss to it before letting go.

“I need my underwear back now.” You say to Draco holding out your hand, a sudden breeze reminding you it’s still stuffed inside his pocket.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about…” He gives you a cocky smirk before turning and walking away.

“Draco!” You call after him.

You chase him through the library, completely bare under your skirt, trying not to move too fast while also trying to keep up with Draco as he nearly runs. As soon as he reaches the crowded areas of the library he stops completely and gives you a teasing smile and a wink, knowing full well you could no longer bug him about something so private with all these people around.

“You’ll pay for that.” You warn him quietly.

“I look forward to it.” He smirks and places a quick peck to your lips.

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And that’s how you found yourself in a carriage ride home after the Yule ball with Draco’s head disappeared under your gown. He eats you like a man starved as you moan against your hand that’s covering your mouth. He somehow manages to pull multiple orgasms out of you before the short ride back to the castle was over.

You both step out of the carriage, your face fully flushed red now and Draco with messy hair along with a smug grin plastered across his face. You nearly stumble to the ground, your knees weak from your carriage ride. Draco catches you and winks, you blush in response. Draco’s mind was already running wild with so many ideas of where else in the castle he could have you again.

[elena-reina]

Say Something - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: Hellooooooo! I miss your imagines so much but do take your time of course! Could I please get one where draco and a Slytherin reader are a thing but he has been ordered to kill you by voldemort because not only are you Harry's twin sister but also draco's gf/weak spot so he treats the reader terribly because he really does not want to hurt her and he thinks breaking up with her can somehow convince voldemort that you aren't worth it. can there be a lot of angst but also some fluff? -Anon

Warnings: angstyyy

Y/N/N: Your nick name

You sprinted after Draco as fast as you could, silently thanking Merlin you were able to see him before he saw you.

Draco has been ignoring and neglecting you for a while now. Every time you attempted to talk to him, he would disappear before you could even get to him. And in moments where you finally got to him, he always excused himself claiming to be "busy."

At first, you thought it was a fluke. You went from constantly being around each other to almost never seeing each other.

Sure, Draco and you would fall into sour moods and avoid each other over stupid reasons. Almost every couple does at some point, but you would eventually talk about it. And there was always a catalyst, but this time it was different. Draco never acted like this before, and if something was truly bothering him, he would’ve told you by now.

You tried to distract yourself and focus your mind on anything else other than him. If he wanted to talk to you then he needs to be the one to make the first move since he was the one who became distant in the first place. You would constantly remind yourself of this but it was no use.

The thoughts plaguing your mind only worsened as you went about your days because all you could focus on was him. You couldn't help but think if something happened between the two of you and you were just too oblivious to see it?

Being Harry Potter's twin sister brought a lot of baggage due to the feud between the two of them, but Draco ultimately had nothing against you. And he always made sure of that from the moment the two of you started dating.

"This has been absolutely ridiculous! Will you talk to me!" you shouted, grabbing onto his Slytherin robes and yanking him around, frustrated with playing this game of cat and mouse.

Draco stopped momentarily, irritated. A grimace was plastered on his face as he remained silent.

"For the past few months I’ve been worrying over you constantly!" you shouted, jamming your finger angrily into his chest with each sentence, "I have no idea what I’ve done to you and all you have been doing is ignoring me! For Merlin's sake, we're supposed to love each other and this is how you treat me!?"

He crossed his arms over his chest, looking away.

"If you wanted to break up, why don't you just man up and say so instead of acting immature and avoiding me! I thought you were better than that!" you yelled, tears brimmed from the corner of your eyes. You wiped them away, scowling at him, and closed your eyes quickly composing yourself.

Draco's jaw clenched, eyebrows knitted tight in anger. His lack of response was pissing you off more and more as each second passed.

"Your silence is speaking loudly for yourself, is that what you want?!" you stomped your foot, "SAY SOMETHING!"

What happened next surprised you. Knowing how Draco tends to act in your past arguments, he would explode just as much as you. But he didn't this time. Instead, he scoffed and took a step back, creating even more distance between the two of you.

"I don't love you and I have never loved you. Thought you would've taken the hint by now, but you're just as stupid as your brother," he spat lowly, making you flinch, "Just leave me alone and never speak to me again, Y/N."

Your mouth hung agape as your named rolled off his lips, taking a step back this time.

The halls were quiet, which otherwise would've been considered peaceful if it weren't for this given moment.

You looked at him with deep hope to hear him say he was wrong. To hear him say that he didn't mean it, and this was all some cruel prank. That none of this is happening. But he didn’t.

With as much strength as you could muster without breaking down, you spoke.

"I see."

You turned on your heel, finally allowing the tears to flow down your face, and left a very heart-broken Draco alone in the hallway.

You didn't know where your feet were carrying you too, you just knew that you needed to be anywhere else but here. Maybe you'll grab your broom, and soar off to Merlin knows where. Maybe you'll grab some Floo powder and allow it to take you somewhere random. Hell, even just wandering different grounds out of Hogwarts seemed like a good plan.

You continued walking through the castle, deep in your own thoughts until you heard familiar distant voices. Walking down the curved staircase, the voices grew louder and you faced the back of your brother and Hermione deep in discussion.

They hadn't noticed your presence just yet as they continued their conversation.

"I keep having these dreams, Hermione, and I'm telling you that it's all somehow connected. I can't quiet explain it right now but... I hear him more and more each day."

She placed her hand on his shoulder, as they gazed through an opened window, facing out towards the ocean in Hogwarts.

"I believe you, trust me. We've just somehow got to," she paused, "Y/N? Are you alright?"

Hermione saw you out of the corner of her eye when she began speaking to Harry.

Harry's head snapped at the mention of your name, and he whipped around. The smile he had on his face quickly faded when he took in your appearance. With no questions asked, he rushed forward and pulled you into a bone-crushing hug. You wrapped your arms around him just as tight, letting out a sob into his shoulder. Hermione also rushed forward, hugging you, brushing your hair down with her hands.

"Y/N," he whispered, lovingly, "What's happened?"

You shook your head. "You're not going to care," you cried.

You really didn't feel like being lectured by Harry and getting the 'I-told-you-so' speech. Harry always hated Draco since day one, and somehow the satisfaction of him rubbing it in your face wasn't gong to make you feel any better. You just needed the love and comfort of your brother and friends.

"Nonsense, Y/N/N, tell me what’s wrong. Please, I don’t like seeing you like this.” He said with a worried expression. You knew he wouldn’t stop asking if you didn’t give him an answer.

You sniffled, staring blankly ahead in his embrace.

"Draco and I broke up."

Harry tensed against you. His hatred for Draco ran deep, and as much as he hated seeing the two of you together, he now hated him even more for breaking your heart.

"That pathetic, foul little git," Hermione cursed, "You deserve so much better, Y/N."

"Let's take a trip to Hogsmeade and get some butter beer, yea?" Harry suggested, pulling you out of the embrace and staring into your eyes. He wasn't going to make you talk about it unless you wanted to and you appreciated it. You nodded, and linked hands with him.

~*~

Almost another month and a half had passed and each day felt like a drag. However, you must admit you don't feel as hollow now as much as you did a month ago.

Harry made you feel a lot better, and constantly tried to keep your mind off things. You began spending even more time with him than you did before. Not to say you wouldn't hang out with your own twin, but it was different when you were dating Draco. And actually, you had been more busy with going on Harry's missions with Voldemort than you thought you would've been, some more dangerous than others.

Which, of course, was not in Harry's plan to distract you but that's just what was going on at the moment.

Some days were harder than others, and a part of you still feels like you needed answers or some sort of closure, but another part of you is trying its best to move on.

Since your break up, you unironically hadn't seen Draco as much as you used to when you were actively hunting him down. And when you did, it was only quick glimpses of him turning around a corner or exiting from somewhere.

Did you actually believe that Draco no longer loves you? No. You don't just wake up one day and decide you no longer lover someone. You knew something had to have happened and the more you came to terms with it, the more you just wanted to understand.

It wasn't until one night, you accidentally spent a longer time in the Slytherin Common Room than you had anticipated to. You were sitting on the couch facing the fireplace studying for an upcoming test when you heard shuffling.

Draco silently closed his dorm room door, and made his way down the stairs. Fixing the creases in his suit, he headed to exit the Slytherin Common Room.

You silently closed your book and turned around.

I shouldn't say anything. Just let him leave and go to bed - you thought to yourself.

However your lips worked faster than your brain and before you knew it, you spoke.

As he passed the main room and was about to exit, a voice he's been longing to hear snapped him out of the dark thoughts clouding his mind.

"Draco?"

He stopped on his heels, his back towards you, freezing. He was not expecting you to be up at this ungodly hour at night, let alone even in the Slytherin Common Room. You should've been in your dorm, asleep. He didn't dare turn around, instead he kept eyes glued forward. Before he could take a step, you placed your book on the couch and made your way to him and placed your hand lightly on his shoulder.

You felt him tense up.

Sliding your hand down his arm, and to his hand, you attempted to entwine your fingers. Draco gave no reaction to this, and remained limp.

Staring at the back of his perfectly kept blonde hair, you could see his jaw tensing. He wanted to say something, but kept holding himself back.

"I know the last thing you want to do is talk to me... but I would really like some ans..answers," your voice cracked- you hadn't meant for it.

You took another deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "I promise to leave you alone but can I just know if I had done something that made you treat me like this?"

You were over it. You were over being angry and upset. You wanted answers, and as each day went by you grew more and more desperate.

You were at your breaking point, actually you were past it.

His hand twitched. He wanted to pull his hand out of your grasp, tell you to go away, and walk out this door.

But he couldn't. These months were just as hard on him as it was for you.

This time, you stepped around him, facing him face to face. His lips were turned upside down into a frown, but not the angry kind. He looked depressed; completely and utterly miserable. He refused to look you in the eyes.

He knew he was going to break any moment.

Reaching up, you hesitantly cupped his cheeks with both of your shaky hands. You furrowed your eyebrows, getting a good look at his face.

His eyes were bloodshot, dull, and sunken in, with heavy bags underneath them. His skin was pale, more so than usual, making him look sickly. He looks like he hadn't ate in days and his face was so cold and skinnier than how you remember him.

He closed his eyes, fighting the battle in his mind. You let out a deep breath that you had been holding in for what felt like a long time.

"What did I do to make you fall out of love so suddenly?" you whispered, each delicate word became more quiet than the last.

You would've expected him to snap at you or push you away by now, but him not doing so tacitly confirmed that you knew something was wrong.

Instead, his eyes began to water. You lightly rubbed his cheeks with your thumbs, as it felt like he lightly sank into your touch.

"I.." he began, with a shaky voice. You caught on that he was trying to stop himself from talking.

"Please," you begged, becoming as emotional as him, "Talk to me."

The silence in the room dragged on, and the tension only grew.

And then, he gave up. He lunged forward, suddenly pulling you towards him. He wrapped his arms around you desperately, not wanting to let go. It felt like every emotion Draco kept bottled up these past months were finally being released. His cries sounded so violent, you couldn't help but cry with him, missing being in arms.

"I can't," he cried into your hair.

"You can't talk to me?"

He squeezed you tightly, sniffling.

"I can't kill you. I won't."

You froze, your heart dropping.

"W-What?"

"He-He wants me to kill you," he sobbed, wetting your Y/H/C hair with tears, "But I won't!"

This time you lightly nudged him off of you, taking a small step back. You stood there, staring at him confused. Beyond confused, actually.

You inhaled sharply, lips twitching, trying to remain calm.

"What are you talking about? He? Voldemort?"

He silently nodded his head.

You're not sure what to say. You cannot say you're shocked Voldemort wants you dead. Hell, if he wants Harry then of course he's going to want you too. But what's confusing you is if this was the case, why wouldn't Draco have told you in the first place? Unless he actually planned to do it, but stopped himself?

As Draco attempted to get closer, you snapped out of your thoughts and took a step back.

"You're scared of me." he says quietly.

It might be true. You can't really tell.

Softly, he calls your name in an attempt to get you to look at him. "Look at me, please."

Your gaze locks onto his. He's unable to read your face. He looks around the open space of the Slytherin Common Room.

"Can we go somewhere more private?"

You scoff, gaining back some of your confidence, "I am not going anywhere with you. Whatever you have to tell me, you can tell me right here."

"Y/N, I would never put you in harms way, trust me-"

"-trust you!? Now, you want me to trust you after all these months!?"

This time, he exploded. Not out of anger, but out of frustration.

"I HAVE BEEN TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!"

His voice echoed off of the walls, you wouldn't be shocked if others might've been woken up.

"I have been trying to keep you safe this entire time," he choked, lowering his voice, "please."

This time you shut up, and bowed your head. He took that cue to begin walking.

The corridors exuded a serene aura when they weren't congested with student groups attempting to navigate their way around Hogwarts. Your footsteps on the chilly stone were the only sounds audible as you kept up with Draco.

The faint candles positioned on the walls provided only partial guidance in the extensive corridors. You trailed the corridors until you came to the top of the astronomy tower's stairway.

You followed him inside as he opened the hefty wooden door. Following him to the railing, he leaned over it facing the outside. You followed suit, alongside him keeping just a little distance between the two of you.

"I don't know how, but he found out we were dating," Draco began, keeping his gaze straight ahead, as the wind gently blew through his hair, "As you know, Voldemort wants your brother dead. He thought the best way to get to Harry was to get to you since you're his only family. He wanted to kidnap and use you to trap your brother."

He paused. His mouth was slightly ajar, like he was trying to find the right words to say.

"After finding out about us, he confronted me about 'hiding' you from him. So, rather than kidnapping you, he intended to kill you. But to punish me, he ordered me to be the one to do so."

The wind howled, blowing the trees, having the branches sway harshly, leaves flying all throughout the wind. Your heart began to pound as a fit of shivers shot through you, causing you to pull your cloak tighter around yourself.

"Never once was I ever going to go through with his plan. I thought trying to prove to him that I wasn't involved with you would've somehow made him change his mind. That if I could prove to him you meant nothing to me and your death wasn't worth it, but he didn't believe me. He could see right through me and threatened to kill me if I didn't kill you."

You anxiously bit your lip, this time turning to face him.

"To convince him, I had to convince myself I wasn't in love with you. I had to shut you out. I needed to convince myself that I didn't need you.. but I'll always need you. As long as you were around me, your safety was becoming constantly going to be in peril. I couldn't keep up with my plan if I was still around you."

"Why didn't you just tell me?"

He let out a breath, that almost sounded like a scoff. "How could I? I thought it would've been easiest to make you hate me."

You don't respond. The words you wanted to say, abruptly got lost inside you, scrambling around as you stare at him in the quietness resting between the two of you.

"As much as I tried, Draco, I could never hate you," you frowned.

This time, Draco turned his head and finally locked eyes with you with what felt like in forever. His watery eyes softened.

Draco stepped closer to you, and reached for you, wrapping his fingers around the back of your neck. His thumb gently pressed into your skin, making slow and deep circles. This is the closest you've felt to Draco in a while.

"You should," he whispered so quietly you almost didn't hear him. For a few moments, he just holds you. You're not quite sure whether he expects you to say anything else.

Without a second thought, you feel yourself leaning forward. He closes his eyes, fighting the pain in his mind. Your eyes flutter closed, the both of your lips so close to each other that you could feel the warmth radiating off of his lips without actually touching them.

“I love you.” You whisper, ever so slightly against his lips. He takes that as a sign to finally press your lips together. After months of being apart, the feeling of his lips against yours felt like coming home. He had been longing for your touch, he craved you every second of the day.

The kiss was desperate, as though he felt like he would lose you if he let go; a combination of fear, relief, and love seeping into the physical gesture. Draco moved his lips roughly against yours, you could taste the salt on him left from his tears, the same salty droplets still leaking from your eyes.  You deepened the kiss, grabbing onto the front of his shirt and balling it in your fists.

His hands slid down from your neck to your waist, pulling you closer as you raised your hands to his smooth platinum hair. You ran your fingers through his locks, lightly tugging.

Pulling away, you rested your forehead against his, brushing away the stray tears from his cheeks. You gave him a sad smile and kept one of your hands on his cheek.

"Next time, please, just talk to me. I would've been more understanding."

He nodded his head, turning his face slightly to press a kiss in the palm of your hand.

"I'm sorry, I was just afraid of-"

You shushed him. "You don't need to explain yourself to me anymore, I understand now. Moving forward, we need to work together through thick and thin, Draco. I knew being together wasn't going to be easy."

A small smile finally crept up on onto his lips, a smile you've been longing to see.

"I'll go through it all with you, Y/N."

Your heart fluttered, pulling him in once more for a long deserved kiss.

[dracolilhoe]

Picking an outfit

Messaging with HP characters!

Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Ron Weasely Summary: They help you pick an outfit

Warnings: Fluff ___________________________________________________

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Sweetest Melody of Yours

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Draco Malfoy x Slytherin! Fem Reader

Genre: fluff, angst

Warnings: a slight bit of fear and the hint of a panic attack

Wordcount: 3410 words

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Summary: It's your sixth year in Hogwarts and your way to see art makes things a little different. How come that train of racing thoughts doesn't rush you over and swallows you? Or: A carriage ride with Draco, the boy who was the best painting and the sweetest melody you've ever heard.

Author's note: I don't even know how I did this, not gonna lie. It was planned different but just an hour ago I deleted more than half of what I wrote and decided to let my creativity take over. I hope you like it. If you do, please consider giving it a like or a reblog. Thank you so much, happy new years eve <3

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The crowd was full of people pushing you around and around, your destination was just ahead of you though. Somehow you even managed to lose your friends, the only thing you heard was them shouting your name at the top of their lungs, hoping to find you under these thousands of people rushing through King’s Cross. 

Your alarm started ringing and you simply knocked the clock that was placed on your bedside table off of it. Soon enough the ring died down and you let out a groan, now fully awake. To your misery, you’re now not able to check out the time. Shaking your head, you stood up and grabbed the clock from the ground and placed it back onto the small wooden table. 

It was 6:30am, you still had a good two hours left to get ready. Today wasn’t just another day of the holidays but rather the first day of your sixth year in Hogwarts. You agreed on meeting up with your friends in a coffeeshop close to King’s Cross before actually boarding the train and an underground-ride would still take you 45 minutes to actually get there.

Living in London had its perks but also some negative sides – like this. Your family bought a house a little out of the inner circle but that ‘little’ was still a lot. Getting around the centre of London was easy, to say the least, but not getting TO the centre from outside. But today was your lucky day.

“Yes?”, you offered the person that knocked on your room’s door to step inside and soon the door opened. Your mum stuck her head inside through the doorframe and smiled at you.

“Up, you are! Very good, I’ll make breakfast for you. Dad and I are coming with you to King’s Cross!”, she exclaimed happily.

Two years ago, you would’ve groaned again but now a smile appeared on your face.

“That’s so cool!”, you smiled and brushed your hair.

“I planned on meeting my friends there a little earlier, do you want to tag along? I guess Ron’s mum joins us too.”, You now explained for the brunette that was standing in the doorway.

“We would love to.”, was her answer and closed the door behind her, stepping down the stairs and calling your father for the news. 

She was always very honest and back in the days you considered that as something very intrusive and annoying but you – well you didn’t learn to live with it – rather learned to love it. Whenever you brought someone home, she was always right about their first impression. 

But not to understate your dad. He was the nicest man you knew and also your friends knew. He was smart, keen, very humorous and an excellent wizard. Even if your mother was a little more talented, they both are quite the magical couple, to say the least.

Luckily you weren’t lazy yesterday and packed everything up hastily to not be in a hurry today and you made a mental note on treating yourself for that later on. 

When you stepped down into the dining room your dad was already loading your suitcases into the trunk of the car. He wished you a good morning and threw a “you look very pretty!” while stepping out the door with the cage and the black owl inside.

From the kitchen erupted the smell of fresh bread, bacon, tea and more delicious things and since you were hungry you followed that smell, seeing your mum frying some bacon on the stove. You took a seat at the table and your mum placed a mug with some green tea in front of you.

You gratefully took a sip from the only slightly hot drink and waited until your dad entered the room, gave your mum a little kiss and then sat down on the opposite of you. Esther, your mum, placed a plate filled with bacon and a basket full of bread rolls on the table and then sat down next to you, taking a sip from her freshly brewed coffee.

After breakfast you put on your coat (the non-stuffed one. It’s not even winter yet.) and made your way to the car, where your mum and dad already waited for you. Esther handed you the bag you got yesterday when shopping in the Diagon Alley and you stuffed it – to the other things – in the trunk. Your dad started the car and together you drove to King’s Cross.

“Good morning (Y/N)! Nice to see you, Esther! Where’s your husband?”, screeched Molly, the mother of Ron as soon as you and your mother stepped into the little coffeeshop and spotted them in one of the corners with the huge tables. Other than Molly were Harry, Ginny, Hermione and Ron already seated. Only Fred and George came from the back of the store as soon as your mum and you took a seat.

“Hello Molly, hi kids! Xavier is searching for a parking lot.”, your mother explained, smiled and ordered a Latte Macchiato. You ordered a simple hot chocolate and the waiter disappeared, probably to prepare the drinks. Fred, who was sitting next to you, started throwing pieces of bread at you, while Ron blew bubbles into his tea with the straw George gave him.

Ginny watched the scene with a horrified face, tugging on her mother’s sleeve. Hermione was busy shaking her head at the boys and your dad, who just arrived after a 20-minutes search for a parking lot, startled Fred by grabbing his shoulder and pretending to pull the ginger off of his chair. The boys and your dad broke out in laughter and even Molly smiled a little. 

You had a chat and soon enough the clock showed that it was time to leave. Well, rather hurry. Your dad got the suitcases out of the car and you took one of them, so that you had the other hand for your owl, Houdini, and his cage. Your mother and your father both took one of the two suitcases that were left and rolled them, together with the Weasley’s and Harry, to some trolleys. 

All of you ended up at platform 9 ¾ with Houdini sleeping in his cage. You always wondered how the owl was able to sleep in the most stressful moments.

After you boarded the train with the golden trio, Fred, George and Ginny, you found a cabin with enough space for everyone, well, if you squeezed in. After a few hours Fred and George left and ten minutes later they sneaked back into the cabin, looking right and left as if they got chased. When they sat down, they opened their hands and revealed round about two dozen of chocolate frogs that all of you shared. 

Upon arrival at Hogwarts, everyone left their cabin and started chattering and as each year’s start, the train erupted into slight whisper. Harry and you did the same, sticking your heads together and talking about things that would happen in the coming year. 

“I hope that the test that Professor Snape prepared won’t be too hard.”, he started while looking over to Hermione, who held a book in her hands. 

‘Potions Grade 6’ was seemingly getting all of her attention until Ron whipped it out of her hands and shook his head at her.

“We’re not even there and you’re already learning? Bloody hell, Hermione!”, he screeched while walking down the train station of Hogsmeade, seeing Hagrid in the distance, seemingly waiting for them.

“I won’t fail that class this year, Ronald.”, explained the girl again and shoved the book back into her bag, rolling her eyes at you as if she wanted to say ‘Does Ron even ever think?’.

“Unlike you.”, you commented on Ron, who scoffed. 

But suddenly a certain white-haired boy walked past the seven of you while snickering. 

“If you’re scared just get back into the train, your ride home is calling!”, he called out while high-fiving Crabbe and Goyle.

Malfoy looked different this year. A little more worn out than usually, he left his slicked back hair in the past and made no extreme efforts into styling it anymore. Instead, his blonde strands were slightly covering his eyebrows. He even grew a little more and was now an entire head taller than you, could’ve also been more. He was wearing his usual robes; the emerald green and black robes were loosely draped over his shoulders.

You looked over your right shoulder and his eyes met yours while you shook your head at him. He cocked his head and turned on his heel to follow his two friends, even though he claims that they’re not his friends because – who would’ve guessed – a real Malfoy doesn’t need friends.

At least that’s what Lucius always taught his son. Your parents were very much different, even if most pure-bloods were thinking that way, your parents didn’t see themselves as superior. And Draco was becoming more and more a Malfoy. You never lied to yourself about anything and especially Draco was challenging your wits. It wasn’t like you both were friends either, let’s be honest we all know that no matter what kind of pureblood you were, Draco would always NOT hang out with you if you’re friends with at least one part of the golden trio.

That’s something you hated, really. You had that slight feeling in your gut, even if it wasn’t more than just a spark, you wished for Draco to be nice at least once. To give in to that feeling, proving your head and everyone’s mindset wrong. 

“This Malfoy boy doesn’t need friends.”, a student once chimed when all of you enrolled Hogwarts and waited for the sorting hat to choose whether you’re a Gryffindor, a Hufflepuff, maybe a Ravenclaw or sometimes a Slytherin. 

Of course, you overheard those words and a couple of minutes later that boy was sorted into Gryffindor. It didn’t make any sense to you at all. Someone who basically knows none of another student would be happy off if that student was left in Hogwarts without any friends.

Students were rushing to get past you while Hagrid was eagerly (and loudly) talking to some first years in the back. The lights of the Hogsmeade Station were warm and, paired with the lights of the train, made most students feel this once again magical and fuzzy feeling. The feeling of home, where you eat, sleep, learn and laugh with your friends. Full bellies after the biggest buffets in the Great Hall, the excitement when your owl was gliding right towards you, landing gracefully on the table in front of you, a letter in its claws. 

The feeling of walking to the Defence Against the Dark Arts and chattering with your friends along the way. Sharing a conversation with the Nearly Headless Nick about something that happened earlier this day and you thought was overly funny. Sitting in your dorm while it was basking outside and scattering large drops of water against the windows, holding your favourite book in your hands. 

Or how you wrapped your scarf tight around your neck to hopefully not freeze while waiting in the Viaduct Court for Hermione, Ron and Harry to leave to Hogsmeade, even if a fluffy, white blanket was spread over the entirety of the surrounding area. Forgetting your gloves and watching them come back to life while holding a big glass of butterbeer in your hands.

Hogwarts was everything but especially a second home. 

What would’ve been if you were in Draco’s shoes? You’d be a child that wanted to make friends with Harry Potter badly, unaware of what a powerful wizard you’d be later in your life. You’d give everything to please your dear father, you’re the one with no real, actual friends. 

Despite Pansy because right now you wouldn’t call her a true friend of Draco’s anyways.

“(Y/LN)!”, someone called out your name and snapped you out of your trance by pulling your arm away from the station. You squinted to make out the light hair of Draco, who’s grip was firm on your robe’s sleeve and dragged you out of the mass of people. 

With a gulp you let out a long huff and then inhaled the clean and fresh air that was surrounding you. Your heartbeat steadied and you finally realised where you were.

Trees to your right, trees to your left. Behind you and in front of you. But in front of you was also that bleach-blonde coward with a smug smile on his face. It wasn’t something that happened usually, sometimes you had a flashback or two, maybe twice a month but it was the first time in what felt like forever where you drifted off and zoned out in a public place to chase those thoughts. 

They were like waves, crashing into you and soaking you in cold water, dragging you down into the deep sea. They were luring you deeper and deeper, making sure you lose track of depth. And you couldn’t stop them. They were there. 

Memories from years ago were still present in your mind as if they happened yesterday. You wanted to forget things but you simply couldn’t. You wanted to forget how you thought Harry, Hermione and Ron were staying in Hogwarts the entire holidays and that you informed your parents about your absence because you were afraid that your friends would be sad to see you leave. But you couldn’t forget how they changed their plans and were picked up by Molly Weasley. You wanted to forget how sad you were but you couldn’t stop crying once you reached the common room.

It was a timeless jump and run of being hurt and trying to overplay it. You simply didn’t think you could be like Harry. Everyone wanted to be his friend and almost everyone had at least some respect for him but you –

You were always just the girl they notice but nobody really knew your name, except for the trio and her close friends or family members. And you didn’t plan on letting anything slip but Molly eventually found out. Even if she just found out about the changed plans of the trio but when I tell you she scolded Ron for it, I’m understating.

Molly sent the three of them back after the holidays with some presents for you. Homemade toffee, a very fluffy and warm pullover she probably knitted herself and a dozen of other, pretty things. She even remembered what kind of treats Houdini loved, even if you only said it once when you two met at Kings Cross.

But in front of you was still standing Draco, behind him a carriage. 

“Potter slows you down.”, he scoffs and you pursed your lips before climbing up into the carriage without retorting something. It was as clear as daylight that he’d use any opportunity to make others understand how displeased he was about Harry’s stay in Hogwarts. 

He sat down opposite from you and leaned back against the backrest. His school uniform was - once again – brand new. The button up was a clean white and his tie was neatly done but not as tight, it left space for him to- actually breathe? 

And of course, he noticed your analysing gaze on him. It puzzled him. It even made him cock his head. He was watching you. No words between the two of you, until you looked up at him, into his darting and stern grey eyes.

“What happened to your old uniform?”, you asked. 

“Didn’t like the shirt. Got a new one.”, he simply informed you. But that was a lie and you could basically SMELL it. You scoffed.

“So, the new shirt came with a brand-new uniform? Cool! Like in a 2 for 1 package? Tell me the shop so I can stop by and get myself a new shirt AND new robes!”, you snickered and bit your lip before you realised what you said.

And it wasn’t your guilty conscience but rather the look on Draco’s face that made you realise you had actually said that out loud. How stupid can one be. He gulped and now looked to the neatly polished shoes on his feet, knowing that you knew things you usually couldn’t have known. 

“My old one- It was part of a mishap.”, he once again said and you accepted his answer. You usually didn’t settle for only a hint of the plot but today you decided to let it slip by. Maybe it wasn’t his day either.

And then there was this deafening silence again, the one you’d be able to cut through with a knife. His face was turned to you but he was looking past you. 

“Why were you standing there, at the station?”

The words fell from his lips and you immediately turned to look at him with a pretty neutral face. 10 points for Slytherin for a good poker face. There was a lump forming in your throat and you felt how it made it harder to breathe. But since he wasn’t telling the whole truth whatsoever, you’d simply do the same.

“I don’t like crowds. It overwhelms me.”, you offered him this excuse as if it was bait for a special fish you’d like to catch. He only nods as if he knew what you meant. How could he? 

With the spare lighting of the moon and stars that lit the way and how he sat with you made him seem so mundane, so easy – almost harmless and calm. How the light bounced off his pale skin and his eyes looked so cold but yet so attentive. 

You would never deny that Draco was pretty. But the kind of pretty where you’d watch from the distance and simply fawn for yourself. It wasn’t like a crush but rather just a wish to be a little closer. To tell him that he could do anything he wants and yet you’d sit here, enjoying the sight of him. Oh, and how you loved art. 

Art didn’t mean drawing or music but that you could sit and watch for hours, no matter what is in front of you. It could be a simple flower, maybe even the moss on the ground at dawn or yes, paintings. It could be the sweetest and most delightful sound of a violine or even the Hogsmeade Station without students and lit in warm light in the early morning hours. But it could also be a certain pure-blood wizard that was sat right in front of you. 

You hated him for being such a coward but once you saw the things nobody saw about him, like when he caught a butterfly in the Slytherin common room and gently set it outside. God, he was so perfect and yet so-

What even was he? He wasn’t bad, at least not as bad as you and your parents considered his father, Lucius Malfoy. But he also wasn’t the good one. But he was eager and that’s what fascinated you. He kept going no matter how many times he’d get stabbed in the back, it was something not a lot of people did. He believed in himself and even if it wasn’t in the most genuine way, self-confidence was a big deal in the world of wizards and witches. You won’t ever be a great wizard if you don’t believe in yourself.

“Draco, I like you.”, you said, after you jumped out of the carriage and looked into the direction of the castle ahead of you. You weren’t sure if he heard it but once he stepped next to you, taking the sight in, you knew he heard it.

It wasn’t that the look on his face was a different one, it was just a lot calmer and his eyes were a little glossy. He gulped again, not even facing you for a second. His fingers gently touched the back of your hand and then intertwined with yours. His fingers were warm, despite the light breeze that was blowing through the forest earlier. They were trembling a little.

“I know.”, he said, squeezing your hand. A light chuckle escaped from his lips and it somehow made you feel at ease. His thumb carefully brushed over the skin of your hand and a shiver ran down your neck. 

‘He is so different when he’s alone.’

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family relations | draco malfoy

synopsis: in which his father is wrong about you

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Being a Muggleborn was hard in the wizarding world. Especially when confronted with people who didn't believe that you were worthy of having magical powers.

But being a Muggleborn while dating Draco Malfoy, practically magic royalty? Now that was a whole other story.

Draco didn't care that you weren't a Pureblood. He loved you regardless of that. His mother was the same, she was just happy that her son found someone to love and cherish.

Lucius was the problem.

Ever since Draco decided to tell his parents about your relationship, his father made it very obvious to him how much he disliked you and didn't approve of you. You'd never even met the guy and he already hated you.

But that was all going to change because Draco had decided to take you to his house for dinner during spring break.

"Are you sure you want me to come? I don't want to be the reason you fight with your father" you had asked Draco one night before while you were lying on the couch in the Slytherin common room.

"I'm sure. My mother has been insisting that she meets you and we've put it off enough. I don't care what my father has to say, I'll still love you no matter what" he explained, pecking your lips to reassure you.

"Have you told them the 'thing' about me?" you asked quietly, not trusting that others wouldn't hear your secret and make a big deal out of it.

"Not yet, figured I should wait and we'll tell them over dinner. Maybe my father will come around and respect you when he hears"

You thought for a second and nodded, leaning back into Draco's embrace and letting the warmth emanating from his body envelop you and lull you into a peaceful sleep.

♡♡♡♡♡

"Are you sure about this? Last chance to run" you told Draco as you stood in front of Malfoy Manor, your hand tightly gripping his.

“Love, I’m sure. Are you sure you’re up for this? We don’t have to if you want to” he turned to you and put the hand that wasn’t holding yours on your cheek.

You looked him in the eye for a minute, feeling safe and sound as you let his eyes calm you down.

“Let’s do this. Together” you finally spoke up, determined to get this over with and make it work.

Draco smiled and leaned down, pecking your lips and then forehead.

As you sarted walking towards the front entrance, a million thoughts started racing through your mind.

You were so engrossed in your own mind that you didn’t even notice you were already standing in front of the large black oak doors, Draco having already knocked.

A small, petite house elf opened the door and bowed immediately to his master, scrambling to usher you inside.

“Master Draco, your presence has been highly anticipated. Mistress Y/N, your presence has been waited upon as well. Master Lucius and Mistress Narcissa are waiting for you in the dining hall” the elf explained before quickly hurrying down the corridor and entering, what you presumed was, the kitchen.

“Ready?” Draco whispered, standing in front of you and holding your arms.

You nodded, giving him a small smile.

He returned it and pecked your forehead before taking your hand again and entering the room.

Lucius was sitting at the head of the long dining table and Narcissa was sitting next to him, smiling once he saw you entering.

“My boy, oh how I’ve missed you” she got up once we reached her and enveloped Draco in a tight hug, the boy returning the gesture.

When they pulled away, Narcissa turned to you and smiled.

“Hello, Mrs. Malfoy. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you” you said swiftly, tryinf to calm your nerves.

“You’re even more beautiful than Draco described” she gushed and pulled you in a hug, chuckling when she heard Draco swear under his breath.

A sudden cough made you all freeze. Narcissa pulled away from you and turned to her husband, gesturing for you to sit down next to him.

“This is my husband, Lucius. Lucius, you remember Y/N from Draco’s letters, don’t you?” Narcissa put her hand on his shoulder, most probably considering she could take control of the situation.

“I remember her vividly. The Mudblood, of course” he spit, venom clear as day in his voice.

“Father!” Draco hissed, glaring at him.

“I thought I told you to never bring this Mudblood into my house. What is she doing here?” Lucius asked Draco, glaring at you from the corner of his eye.

“You will not speak to her that way. She is not a Mudblood and she is certainly not your common Muggleborn” he said and stopped, looking at you for approval.

You gave him a small smile and nodded, resting your hand on his leg in order to keep him calm.

“Oh, she’s special now, isn’t she? Do tell me, what could possibly make this girl special?”

“I’m a member of the Royal Family” you spoke up for the first time in front of Lucius before Draco could speak.

The silence that filled the room was thick, almost deafening. Lucius was staring at you like you had grown two heads, Narcissa was beaming at you and Draco was sitting back in his chair, enjoying the reaction from his father.

“Excuse me?” Lucius finally said, his face as white as a sheet.

“I’m a member of the Muggle Royal Family. Quite literally a princess”

Lucius was silent for a minute, deep in thought, before he slowly nodded.

“In that case, I would like to apologize for my harsh words and behavior towards you, Y/N. You have my blessing to date my son and consider this your home from this day forward” he nodded curtly and stood up, walking away from you three and leaving the room.

You turned to look at Draco, whose smile was as wide and bright as the Sun.

“Told you” he said, making you roll your eyes.

You were just glad his parents finally approved of you and Lucius came around.

Because there was no way in hell you were leaving Draco.

Ever.

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Summary: Draco finds out that your future husband uses you for money at a dinner party at Malfoy Manor.

Warning: mature content

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"He made a deal with my father. He gets money for marrying me, I won't be my fathers problem anymore and our bloodline will be kept pure."

Dracos features soften.

"So that's why you said that he doesn't love you." He says.

"Yes. And that's why Daphne is on his dick 24/7." I explain further.

Draco falls silent. He probably tries to progress what I just said.

Draco suddenly grabs two new drinks, hands me one and faces the crowd of people in front of us.

"You'll spend the night here. I don't want Graham to touch you ever again."

I fall silent as I look at the blonde boy next to me. He doesn't spare me a single glance.

"We'll get into trouble sooner or later, Draco." I say as I look at the drink in my hand.

Draco taks two steps and stands right in front of me.

"What makes you think that I'd let you go back to Graham after the things he did to you?" He growls as he looks down at me.

My eyes drift over to Graham. He talks with my father, a few other men that I don't recognize and Daphne. His hand is placed around her waist.

"For fuck's sake, Amara. Look at me."

My eyes spot the smile on Grahams face. It's the same smile he used to put on to convince me that he is in love with me.

"Amara."

I can't believe that I gave him my trust when he said that he didn't enjoy punishing me or that he actually loved me.

"Amara! Look at me."

Draco repeats as he grabs my chin and turns my head.

My eyes drift over to Draco.

"You are staying here tonight. In my room." And with that Draco grabs my hand and drags me towards the huge dinner table.

My eyes lock with Narcissas.

"The dinner will be served shortly. You two have a perfect timing." Says Narcissa as she smiles at us.

"Amara, my dear. Where dou want to be seated. Next to Draco?"

A light smirk appears on my lips.

"I'd prefer to sit next to you, Mrs. Malfoy." I answer.

Narcissa smiles.

"How many times did I tell you to not call me that. Of course you can sit next to me, sweetheart." She answers.

Narcissa places herself on the chair next ti the head of the table where I guess Mr. Malfoy will be seated.

I walk over to the chair next to Narcissa as a hand on my waist stops me.

"I got a saying in this too, you know? I'll sit right next to you wether you like it or not." Whispers Draco in my ear.

A light smile displays on my lips as I seat myself between Narcissa and Draco.

I have to admit that an uneasy feeling creeps up as I think about the fact that I sit with the Malfoys instead of my father and my future husbands family.

It doesn't take long for the guests to place themselves at the table.

Graham, his family and my father sit right in front of us.

I feel their disgusted stares lingering on my skin.

I ignore their presence and concentrate myself on the food that is served.

A plate with some of the most expensive and finest food is placed right in front of me.

My eyes drool st the sight.

I can't remember the last time I ate properly.

"Enjoy your meal."  Says Mr.Malfoy, signaling everyone to start eating.

I lift the fork as my eyes lock with Grahams.

He shakes his head as his eyes shift down to the meat on my fork and back to my eyes.

I get nervous and start to lower the fork again.

A hand stops my movement. I look to my right to see Draco holding my arm. He takes the fork from my hand and shoves the it directly into my mouth.

He doesn't make a big fuss about it and places his attention right back to his own plate of food after sending Graham one last warning glare.

I shyly chew down the meat as I try to ignore the looks from the few people who watched the scene.

The dinner passes quite quickly as I only concentrated on eating my food and drinking some wine.

The dinner party seems to slowly end as more and more people say their goodbyes and leave.

Draco and I stand at a corner, waiting for everyone to leave. Mrs. and Mr. Malfoy are infront of us, saying their goodbyes to the guests.

Graham approaches as he thanks the Malfoys for the dinner. He looks between Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy and our eyes meet.

"We are leaving, Amara."

"Excuse me, Montague. But I think you mistook my date for yours. Your date is already outside waiting for you." Answers Draco, refering to Daphne.

"That's still my wife you are talking about." says Graham through gritted teeth.

"You are not yet married." Answers Draco dryly.

Graham falls silent as he sends me one last glare before leaving.

Only a few seconds later my father approaches us as he thank the Malfoys, just like Graham did.

"Amara. Think about the conseqences there'll be if you don't follow through with the deal."

My lips are sealed as I don't know what to answer my father.

"Mr. Caddel. I'd appreciate it if you and Mr. Montague would stop bothering my guests. Thank you for your visit. Goodbye." Suddenly answers Mr. Malfoy.

Draco seems just as shocked as I am. We didn't expect Dracos father to stand up for me. He's probably fed up with their behavior as well.

My father leaves.

The last guests leave a few minutes later and the door finally closes.

"Amara, you can already go upstairs. I' ll be there shortly." Draco exclaims as I nod and do as he says.

I try to walk upstairs but my feet hurt due to these freaking heels. I stop after a few stairs and try to free my hurting feet from these horrible shoes.

I suddenly hear voices.

Draco and Mr. Malfoy probably can't tell that I am still here due to the thin wall that seperates us.

"I hope she's worth it, Draco."  Says Malfoys father.

"What do you mean?" Asks Draco.

"I hope she's worth all of this trouble you're getting yourself into, boy."

"She is."

"I have nothing against this girl. It's actually quite the opposite. I know for a fact that your mother loves her as well." Says Mr. Malfoy before I can hear his foot steps fainting.

What is he trying to achieve?

I quickly make my way upstairs to the guest room. I leave the door open as I sit down on the bed.

I hear footsteps approaching as I see Draco taking a quick glance into his room (which is on the opposite side of the guest room I sit in) before looking into the room I sit in.

We lock eyes.

"You are sleeping in my room tonight, Amara."

"What?" I ask as a blush creeps up my cheeks.

"You are sleeping in my room. With me. In my bed."

Chapter 15 of Guillotine~ <3

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The Other Half | V

PART IV

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!Reader Fling!Marco Flint x Slytherin!Reader Harry Potter x Sister!Reader

Summary: Harry Potter's twin sister y/n Potter transfers to Hogwarts during the third year. With Harry being a Gryffindor being sorted into Slytherin was hard enough. Now having to battle the shadow that comes with being the twin of the chosen one. On top of being the only girl on the Slytherin quidditch team. In the notorious cold-blooded house, Y/N leans on the Bronze 5. Eventually falling for the pureblood prince, himself Draco Malfoy.

Word Count: 2.2k+

Warnings: Retired Voldy AU, Angst, Fluff, Cursing

A/N: Not really sure what my end goal of the series is but here you go! P.S not my gif.

Following the second day of tryouts and other players congratulating you. You walked into your dorm expecting to see Blake and Pansy who were surprisingly nowhere to be found. You contained your slight disappointment and gathered your things to take a shower and wash the day off. After your refreshing shower you step out the bathroom in your green silk pajamas and before you could say anything, the door to the dormitory swung open, and Pansy and Blake came barreling in. With all three of the boys following behind them. Blake’s eyes went wide the second she spotted you, and without any hesitation, she squealed, rushing forward and throwing her arms around you.

“You did it!” she practically yelled, shaking you by the shoulders with excitement. “Oh my god, I knew it. I knew you would. How did it go? Was Marcus horrible? Tell me everything!"

You laughed, trying to calm her down. “It went... better than I expected, honestly. Marcus wasn’t too bad, a bit of a show-off, but we had a good match.”

Pansy smirked from her place on the couch, eyeing you with that knowing gaze she always had. "And you’re officially on the team, huh? Seems like Flint has a thing for inviting certain people."

You raised an eyebrow at her. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Pansy just shrugged innocently, though her eyes glinted mischievously. “Oh, nothing. Just heard he doesn’t ask everyone to play one-on-one.”

Blake gasped dramatically. “Are you saying Flint is trying to flirt with Y/N?! Oh, this is juicy. Tell me you flirted back.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to keep your composure. “I wasn’t flirting with him! I just played quidditch.”

Blake leaned back against the couch, sighing dramatically. “Oh please, everyone saw the way he was looking at you. Don’t think we didn’t notice.”

Before you could respond, Blaise cut in with a smirk. "Well, whether she flirted back or not, it’s obvious she left an impression. That’s what matters. Right, Potter?"

Draco, who had been oddly quiet, suddenly turned to look at Blaise. His eyes narrowed, but his voice was calm as he said, “Marcus probably just sees her as a good player. Nothing more.”

You caught Draco’s glance but didn’t dwell on it. It was strange, the way he was acting. He seemed... different. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it. Maybe it was just that he didn’t like Marcus Flint. After all, Marcus had a bit of a reputation around here—both as a tough quidditch captain and for his firier romantic life.

“Well, I’m not interested in all that,” you said, brushing off the lingering conversation about Marcus. “I’m just here to play quidditch and win the house cup.”

Enzo slapped you on the back, grinning widely. "That’s the spirit! I can’t wait to see you smash those other teams. We’ll be unstoppable!"

“I’ll drink to that!” Blaise chimed in, pulling out a bottle of firewhisky from his bag and holding it up like it was a trophy. “A toast to our newest team member!”

You laughed as Enzo, Blaise, and even Pansy grabbed cups. The group was in high spirits, and you couldn’t help but feel a surge of joy. These were your people—no matter how sarcastic, mischievous, or unpredictable they were, you loved them for it.

As Blaise poured the drinks, Draco remained quiet, his expression unreadable. He didn’t reach for a cup, but when he caught you looking at him, he gave a small, almost imperceptible nod. You couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something bothering him, but before you could ask, Blaise raised his cup and called for attention.

“To Y/N! The girl who managed to get Marcus Flint to eat out of the palm of her hand!”

Everyone cheered, and you rolled your eyes playfully, raising your own cup. As you took a sip, the warm firewhisky slid down your throat, sending a comfortable burn through your chest. The chatter continued, and you allowed yourself to get lost in the moment, soaking in the camaraderie of your friends.

The day after Quidditch tryouts dawned early, and despite the late night, you woke up energized, ready to face whatever the day had in store. The tryouts had gone better than expected, and by evening, the official results were in: you had secured a spot on the Slytherin Quidditch team. Word spread quickly around the school, and soon everyone, regardless of house, knew the news.

That evening, as the excitement in the Slytherin common room began to build, you received an unexpected but welcome surprise. There was still a stigma for students from different houses to crash each other’s parties these days; though rivalry between the houses wasn’t nearly as strict as it once had been. Gryffindors wouldn’t often mingle with Slytherins during these after-hours celebrations, and tonight seemed to be a huge exception.

You were relaxing on one of the plush couches, all dressed up as basically the guest if honor, when the door swung open, revealing none other than Harry, Ron, and Hermione. They weren’t alone—Fred and George Weasley followed closely behind, their faces lit up with mischievous grins. They’d always had a knack for attending the most happening party, no matter whose common room it was in.

“Y/N! There you are!” Harry’s voice cut through the noise as he spotted you.

You smiled, getting up to greet them. “What are you guys doing here?”

Fred sauntered over and threw an arm around your shoulder. “Heard a certain Potter made the Slytherin Quidditch team, and we had to come see it for ourselves. Plus, a celebratory Slytherin party? That’s history-making in itself, Y/N. We wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

George nodded, grinning as he looked around at the lively common room. “You know, this lot really isn’t so bad when they’re not trying to hex your head off during a match.”

Hermione rolled her eyes, pushing his shoulder playfully. “Honestly, George. It’s just Quidditch. Y/N’s brilliant, and we should all be happy for her.”

Hermione smiled warmly at you. “Congratulations, Y/N. Making the team is no small feat.”

Ron chuckled, grabbing a drink from a nearby table. “Yeah, but joining the Slytherin team? That’s a whole different kind of bravery.”

Harry, who had been standing nearby, finally spoke up. “She’s right, Ron. Besides, Y/N’s always been the best at Quidditch. It’s about bloody damn time she got some recognition. You’ve seriously earned it.” He grinned at you, his green eyes lighting up with pride. “I’m proud of you, sis.”

“Thanks, Harry,” you said, smiling. “That means a lot.”

Before anyone could speak, Blaise, who had been hanging out with the others nearby, joined your group, offering drinks to your brother and his friends. "Well, well, the Gryffindor squad shows up to celebrate. We must be doing something wrong or maybe somthing right."

Fred grinned, taking a drink. “We’re just here to see if you Slytherins know how to party as well as you brag about.”

“Oh, we do,” Blaise replied smoothly, flashing a smile. “And tonight, we’ll show you how it’s done.”

The party was already in full swing. House banners hung from the ceiling, casting green and silver shadows across the room. The air buzzed with conversation, laughter, and music. Students from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and, of course, Slytherin mingled with each other, proving that house rivalries were nothing but friendly competition when the school day ended.

“Honestly, you guys make it sound like Slytherins have horns and tails,” you teased, looking between your Gryffindor friends.

Fred shot you a playful wink. “Well, I have heard rumors about Malfoy…”

Draco, who had been talking to Pansy nearby, caught Fred’s eye and walked over, a faint smirk playing on his lips. “Weasley, if you’re going to talk about me, at least get your facts straight,” he drawled, his eyes gleaming with amusement.

Ron, who usually couldn’t resist taking a jab at Draco, just shook his head and took a sip from his drink. “Yeah, yeah, whatever, Malfoy. We’re not here to start anything.”

Hermione gave Draco a polite nod. “We’re just here to celebrate Y/N’s success.”

Draco’s smirk softened a bit, and he turned to you. “I suppose that’s something I can tolerate. Just don’t let your brother and his friends destroy the common room.”

“I’ll make sure they behave,” you replied with a grin, nudging Fred and George as they looked around the room, already scouting potential spots for pranks.

Fred raised his hands in mock surrender. “Us? Misbehave? Never.”

As the night went on, the party only got livelier. More students from other houses trickled in, adding to the festive atmosphere. Everyone enjoyed a good celebration. Students mingled across house lines, chatting about everything from Quidditch matches to upcoming exams.

You found yourself dancing with Hermione and Blake at one point, laughing as Fred and George attempted to show off some ridiculous moves. Even Harry and Ron were pulled into the mix, their usually serious expressions replaced with carefree smiles.

Draco and Blaise watched from the sidelines, amused but choosing to stay out of the dancing chaos for the moment. Eventually, though, even they were pulled in by Pansy and some of the other Slytherin girls, who were determined to make sure no one stayed on the sidelines.

The highlight of the evening came when Marcus Flint, the Slytherin Quidditch captain, walked in with a few other team members. He spotted you immediately and sauntered over with a grin. “There she is—the new Slytherin Quidditch star.”

You chuckled, shaking your head. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Flint. I’m just happy to be on the team.”

“You earned it,” he said, his voice carrying the tone of approval. “I’m expecting big things from you this season, Vip.”

Before you could respond, Fred chimed in, leaning in with a grin. “Big things, you say? You know, Marcus, if you ever need a few tricks to make your games more exciting, you’ve got two experts right here.”

Marcus eyed Fred and George warily but couldn’t help the smile that tugged at his lips. “I’ll keep that in mind, Weasley.”

As the night wore on, the party continued to swell with energy. Drinks flowed, laughter echoed off the dungeon walls, and the line between Slytherin and the other houses blurred even further. 

As the night went on, you felt a deep sense of belonging. You were surrounded by friends, both old and new, and despite the house rivalries that often dominated school life, here you were, sharing laughs, stories, and celebrations with students from every corner of Hogwarts.

It hit 1am and, people began to filter out, heading back to their dorms. Eventually, it was just you, Draco, and Blaise left, sitting around the fire. Blaise had his head leaned back against the couch, eyes closed, clearly in no rush to leave. Draco, on the other hand, was sitting up straight, staring into the flickering flames.

You leaned back, enjoying the comfortable silence for a moment before deciding to address the tension you had felt earlier. "So... Draco," you began, keeping your voice light. "You’ve been quiet. Something on your mind?"

He didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took a long breath before turning his head to look at you. His grey eyes seemed darker in the firelight, more intense.

"Just... thinking," he said simply, but his voice was heavier than you expected.

You frowned slightly, confused. "Thinking about what?"

Draco hesitated, and for a brief moment, you saw something flash across his face—something like uncertainty. But then, just as quickly as it came, it was gone, replaced by his usual composed demeanor.

"Nothing important," he finally said, looking away. "Just about the team. Flint can be... a bit much. Don’t let him get in your head."

It was a strange comment, and you couldn’t quite figure out why Draco was warning you about Flint now. He had never shown this much concern before, and it wasn’t like Marcus had done anything other than talk quidditch and make a few harmless remarks.

“I can handle Flint,” you said, offering a small smile. “I’ve dealt with worse.”

Draco’s jaw tightened slightly, but he nodded. “I know. Just... keep your guard up.”

You wanted to ask more, to pry into what was really going on behind his words, but Blaise let out a loud snore, interrupting the moment. The two of you looked over at him, and you couldn’t help but chuckle.

“I guess that’s our cue to call it a night,” you said, standing up and stretching.

Draco stood as well, glancing down at Blaise with a smirk. “Yeah. He’ll be fine on his own.”

As you turned to head toward your dorm, Draco’s voice stopped you.

“Y/N.”

“Do you like him?” he asked blankly.

You stopped alittle shooked, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. “I don’t see him like that.”

With that, you headed up to your dorm, your mind buzzing with thoughts of quidditch, classes, and—despite yourself—Marcus Flint. But more than anything, your mind kept circling back to Draco’s words, and the strange feeling that something had shifted between the two of you.

Tomorrow was going to be an interesting day.

PART VI...

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Can I request Draco Malfoy falling for a gryffindor reader head cannons? I can't shake the curiosity.

Draco Malfoy x Reader || Falling for Gryffindor

a/n: Hi! Sure! Let’s find out how this goes haha. I’ll admit, this was a bit harder for me lol, but fun nonetheless!

Word count: ~1.2k

Summary: How Draco Malfoy would be crushing on a Gryffindor reader. At least how one scenario might work out?

Draco was most certainly appalled by you at first. You had usually been one of the more reserved and quiet Gryffindors, but hung out a lot with Ron Weasley. Yours and his family had been long time friends, so there was no doubt you’d be around him. 

Draco could never bring himself to actually hate you though. You had a certain charm, intelligence, and beauty that drew him in. For 2 years of this he tried to deny any feelings towards you that weren’t disgusting. 

Throughout years 1-3, you and him spent time bickering over little silly things in class. Well, it was more so him attempting to rile you up and get a reaction out of you. It only worked a few times, which had landed the both of you in detention. The only times you were really vocal were when Draco was harassing the Golden Trio. You always stood up for that Weasley boy. He couldn’t understand why you had to hang around him so much. Was he jealous?...No, why would he be? Hm?

You had so many classes together, that bickering with him in class was just second nature to you both. It felt weird if you hadn’t bickered at all. Like, something was missing from him. He was a little instigator. In all of those years, you had never once started one of those arguments. 

Draco had a very, very difficult time coming to terms with his feelings. He would shoot you little glares in the Great Hall during meals or walking down the halls. Towards year 5, his glares became more of soft stares. Sometimes, he would get lost staring at you, that his entire hard glare would be completely gone. One of his friends would have to shake him out of his daze. 

Another of his struggles would be figuring out how you would react. You were a Gryffindor and he didn’t know of your blood status. Imagine his parents finding out. He doesn’t think they would be so accepting. He didn’t know if you would accept him. All he’s ever been was plain rude to you and your friends. Plus your precious ‘Weasel-Bee’ was always by your side. He felt lost and hopeless. Little did he know, you were having the same thoughts of him, not knowing if he would or could ever reciprocate your feelings. 

Draco wasn’t really sure how to start building a relationship that wasn’t based on rude comments and sneering looks. His comments never held any venom or real mean intent behind them. They were the same old type of remarks he used as a 12 year old. (Little did he know, you had long since figured that he didn’t have malicious intent behind his words. To you, the bickering was exciting and fun, seeing what new childish arguments you would have next). 

Being the Grffyndor you were, you took this into your own hands, not being able to stand it much longer.

“Hey dimwit, I–” “Hello, my name is Y/n L/n, and yours is?” You stuck your hand out for him to shake, leaving him dumbfounded. “What the hell L/n? We’ve known each other since first year.” You stood there in silence with your arm still extended towards him. He eyed you up suspiciously. “Malfoy, Draco Malfoy,” he eventually took your hand in his, giving it a small, but firm shake.

“Nice to meet you, Draco.” His heart skipped a beat, hearing his name roll off your tongue so elegantly. “Nice to meet you too, Y-Y/n.” His voice wavered with uncertainty. It felt odd saying your first name to your face. He had never done so. He quickly recovered though, “Now, do you want to tell me why you’re doing this?” It might’ve come out a little harsher than he intended. 

You shuffled, your confidence wavering only slightly, “I want to start over, clean slate, turn a new leaf, whatever you want to call it.” Draco’s eyebrows raised, curious at your declaration. “Oh? And?” He signaled for you to continue.

You nodded and took a deep breath, “And, I’vehadareallyhugecrushonyousincelastyearandamtooafraidtoknowhowyouwouldreacttoaGryffindorconfessingsoI’mgoingtoleavenow.” (I’ve had a really huge crush on you since last year and am too afraid to know how you would react to a Gryffindor confessing so I’m going to leave now.) Draco stared at you with wide eyes. You weren’t sure if it was because he hadn’t understood what words your mouth just poured out, or if he was deciding if he should make fun of you for your confession. It never crossed your mind that he might feel the same way. 

Deciding not to find out this moment, you spun around, quite flustered, and tried to walk away. Tried. Draco caught your wrist, gently tugging you back towards him. 

“You, you like me?” He asked, shock still present in his voice. Your eyes flickered everywhere except his. He used his free hand to bring your face to fully look at him.

“I–I believe that was what I said, y–yes. I, Y/n L/n, like you, Draco Malfoy.” Heat was rising to your face. You felt like it was on fire from embarrassment.

“You mean to tell me that, you’re not crushing on Weasle-bee?” He was still very much in disbelief. 

You fake gagged, “Ew, god no. He’s like a brother to me. We practically grew up together, you weirdo.” You snorted at his face when you called him a weirdo. 

“I, I like you too, Y/n. I was worried you hated me.” He said as a small blush crept onto his cheeks. 

You scoffed at this, “Hate you? I could never. Sure, you might be a total arse and prickhead, but… I always thought of our bickering as fun and games. So, no hard feelings. Maybe other than all the times you actually insulted my friends though.” 

Draco playfully rolled his eyes as you giggled. “So, would you like to go to Hogsmeade with me on Saturday, Draco?” You beat him to the confession and to ask for a date. You sure were a bold little Gryffindor. Soon to be his little Gryffindor. 

“I would love that, L/n.” 

“Oh you little twat!” You laughed loudly.

From there, you both would jokingly address each other by last names still. He did eventually find out you were a pureblood. Not that your blood status would change his feelings towards you at all. However, he had a much better shot at gaining his parent’s approval with this newfound information. (His parents would be a much later problem he decided though)

Ron would tell you both to knock off your bickering in class, he said, “I can practically feel the sexual tension leaking from the both of you. It isn’t even bickering anymore, it’s like you’re trying to have sex through your words. Please stop! It’s bloody disgusting.” You cackled and lightly punched his arm. 

“You’re just jealous that you haven’t gotten with Hermione yet.” You whispered quite loudly. Just as Ron opened his mouth to retaliate, Draco appeared from around the hall corner. 

“Ready to go, love?” He said sweetly to you. You nodded in excitement. You loved your weekends out with Draco. He made you feel safe and loved. He cared so much for you.

So I feel like most of the part going through Draco’s developing feelings would be him in denial, then him trying to push down his feelings. He can’t believe that he’s fallen for a Gryffindor haha. You did wonders on him, changed his world view, opened his eyes.