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Mirror | Draco Malfoy

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader Summary: You're everything Draco sees in himself -- and he's never wanted anything more than to be understood.

The dungeons of Hogwarts were colder than most remembered. They clung to silence like a second skin, damp with echoes of footsteps long since passed and secrets whispered into stone.

You had never minded the quiet.

Like your uncle, you found comfort in solitude — the kind of comfort that didn’t demand smiles or small talk, only silence and space. Professor Snape wasn’t affectionate by any definition of the word, but he saw you. And that had always been enough.

You were his niece — not that most students knew. It wasn’t a well-known fact, nor was it a connection you flaunted. You shared none of his oily hair or hooked nose, none of the scowl that made first-years flinch when he walked by. In truth, the resemblance was nearly invisible unless someone looked deeper: the calculating expression behind your eyes, the way your voice rarely raised, the sharp wit that cut deeper than any spell.

Snape didn’t coddle you. He tutored you in potions with the same exacting precision he used on everyone else — but in private, he trusted you with his thoughts, let his tone soften just slightly, and ensured you had your space. You were the only student he didn’t reprimand for lingering in his office. Sometimes, you’d sit there for hours while he graded parchment and the dungeon fire popped softly between you.

You weren’t cold — you just didn’t care for the unnecessary. You kept your head down, your spells sharp, and your eyes sharper. A Slytherin through and through, but not in the same way your housemates were. You were quiet, not cruel. Calculated, not callous. And you had a reputation of being unreadable, unapproachable… unbothered.

It wasn’t until he started watching you that your perfectly constructed walls began to shift.

Draco Malfoy.

He was everything you understood — ambition, restraint, a mask so carefully curated it was practically skin. And yet, he looked at you like he couldn’t decide if he’d found a rival or a mirror. Like he wanted to speak, but didn’t know how. Like he recognized something in you… and it terrified him.

And you — well, for once, you didn’t mind being seen.

The dungeons of Hogwarts were colder than most remembered. They clung to silence like a second skin, damp with echoes of footsteps long since passed and secrets whispered into stone.

You had never minded the quiet.

Like your uncle, you found comfort in solitude—the kind of comfort that didn’t demand smiles or small talk, only silence and space. Professor Snape wasn’t affectionate by any definition of the word, but he saw you. And that had always been enough.

You were his niece—not that most students knew. It wasn’t a well-known fact, nor was it a connection you flaunted. You shared none of his oily hair or hooked nose, none of the scowl that made first-years flinch when he walked by. In truth, the resemblance was nearly invisible unless someone looked deeper: the calculating expression behind your eyes, the way your voice rarely raised, the sharp wit that cut deeper than any spell.

Snape didn’t coddle you. He tutored you in potions with the same exacting precision he used on everyone else—but in private, he trusted you with his thoughts, let his tone soften just slightly, and ensured you had your space. You were the only student he didn’t reprimand for lingering in his office. Sometimes, you’d sit there for hours while he graded parchment and the dungeon fire popped softly between you.

You weren’t cold—you just didn’t care for the unnecessary. You kept your head down, your spells sharp, and your eyes sharper. A Slytherin through and through, but not in the same way your housemates were. You were quiet, not cruel. Calculated, not callous. And you had a reputation of being unreadable, unapproachable… unbothered.

It wasn’t until he started watching you that your perfectly constructed walls began to shift.

Draco Malfoy.

He was everything you understood—ambition, restraint, a mask so carefully curated it was practically skin. And yet, he looked at you like he couldn’t decide if he’d found a rival or a mirror. Like he wanted to speak, but didn’t know how. Like he recognized something in you… and it terrified him.

And you — well, for once, you didn’t mind being seen.

In fact, you loved it from the right people. And Draco was the right person.

The scent of asphodel and wormwood hung thick in the dungeon air, curling around stone pillars and sinking into the black robes of every student in the room. Cauldrons bubbled in eerie unison, and the low hum of muttered instructions mixed with the occasional sharp clatter of vials.

Professor Snape’s voice cut through the fog like a whip.

“Do not stir clockwise, Mr. Nott, unless your intent is to melt a hole through the table.”

You didn’t look up from your own cauldron. Your stir was precise — seven counterclockwise turns, pause, sprinkle of crushed valerian root, then three more. Your notes were already memorized; you worked by instinct now, moving like someone who knew the potion was beneath them.

Across the table, Draco Malfoy was silent.

He wasn’t watching his potion.

He was watching you.

You felt his stare like a physical thing, a prickle of static against the back of your neck. He always did this — watching you like a puzzle, like he couldn’t quite figure out what made you tick. You were used to glances, to being noticed and quickly dismissed. But Draco… he lingered.

“What?” you asked flatly, not looking up.

His voice came a second too late, like he’d been caught off guard.

“Nothing.” A pause. “You’re doing it wrong.”

You finally glanced up, arching a brow.

“I’m sorry — was that concern or competition?”

His lips twitched into something that wasn’t quite a smirk. “I just thought you should know the instructions said to stir exactly ten times. You’ve done eleven.”

You set your ladle down and looked him dead in the eye. “I’m not following the instructions.”

That made him blink. “Why?”

“Because Snape’s instructions are wrong.”

He stared at you like you’d just confessed to murder. “He’s your uncle.”

“And he still gets things wrong. Often, actually. He overcompensates with precision because he doesn’t trust instinct.” You leaned forward, voice low enough for only him to hear. “But I do.”

Draco looked at you like he didn’t know whether to be irritated or impressed. You could almost see the war happening behind those pale grey eyes — the part of him that was raised to scoff at anyone who challenged authority, and the part of him that desperately craved someone who saw the world the way he did: carefully, calculatedly, and with an edge.

Your cauldron puffed a soft, silvery mist — perfect. His gave off a sputter of green smoke.

You looked down at it, then back up. “Guess you should’ve done eleven.” You fought the urge to release a quiet laugh.

Before he could retort, Snape’s voice rang out again.

“Miss Y/L/N. Ten points to Slytherin.”

Draco blinked. “For what?”

Snape didn’t even look up from his grading. “For improving my recipe.”

You tried not to smirk. Draco stared at you like you were an entirely new language he’d never been taught.

And Merlin, did he want to learn.

There were repeated instances like this with you — revealing parts of yourself that you thought no one paid attention to. You were more than just the quiet girl sitting in the back of a classroom earning good marks. You were smart, talented, mischievous. You had a sense of humor, passions, soft parts of yourself that you never expected to reveal.

Everything about you made Draco realize how alike you were. You both found it extremely difficult to expose the gentle parts of yourself.

In time, your personality grew on Draco. Factually, you grew around Draco like vines on stone.

You didn’t barge into his world. You crept in — slowly, deliberately. Slipping through cracks he hadn’t realized were there. One shared smirk in Potions. One witty retort in the corridor. One too-long glance across the Slytherin table. Like ivy on old brick, you twined around him without choking. Just existing. Becoming.

And he let you.

He didn’t push you away, didn’t sneer or snap the way he did with others. Not even when Snape began to watch your interactions with the subtle scrutiny of someone who noticed everything. Not when Pansy asked, offhandedly, if he and Snape’s niece were "a thing.” Not even when he caught himself staring at you in the common room, wondering what it might feel like to let you see all of him — without the mask, the sneer, the posturing.

Because with you, it wasn’t about impressing.

It was about being understood.

One evening, when he saw the suave Blaise Zabini trying to crack your hard shell in the same way he did, it all came to a head.

Draco was halfway through pretending to study in the Slytherin common room, a book open on his lap, eyes unmoving — when he caught the sound of your laugh. Not loud, not full. Just a short exhale, dry and quiet and laced with that sharp-edged wit you usually reserved for him.

His eyes flicked up.

You were sitting in one of the green velvet armchairs near the fire, curled slightly sideways with your legs tucked beneath you. Blaise stood just beside your chair, one hand resting on the back, leaning in just close enough to be noticed. Too close.

Draco’s jaw locked.

Blaise was talking and you were listening. Not swooning, of course not. You weren’t the type. But you weren’t brushing him off, either.

And that? That was enough to piss Draco off.

He stood, calmly, as if he'd just remembered something terribly important. He closed the book with a quiet snap, and crossed the room without a single hesitation.

“Blaise,” Draco drawled as he came to stand beside the armchair, his tone bored, sharp. “Didn’t realize you’d taken up the role of court jester.”

Blaise turned toward him, smirking. “Didn’t realize you were interested in comedy.”

“I’m not. That’s why I came over.”

Your gaze lifted slowly from your book, a flicker of amusement dancing in your eyes. You didn’t say anything.

Draco looked at you then, gaze lingering just a second too long, before snapping back to Blaise.

“She doesn’t need an audience,” he added lazily. “She prefers actual intelligent company.”

Blaise raised a brow. “Funny. I thought she could decide for herself.”

Draco’s lips curled into a smirk — one that didn’t reach his eyes.

“She could,” he said, tone icy, “if she were remotely interested.”

Your voice came. “I’m right here.”

Draco’s eyes slid to you, and for the first time in the conversation, something softened. Barely. But you caught it.

“She doesn’t like being spoken for,” you added.

Draco didn’t apologize. Of course he didn’t. But the way his shoulders shifted — the way his jaw flexed and his eyes met yours — told you everything.

He wasn’t angry at Blaise.

He was angry at himself.

Because you were never supposed to matter this much.

Blaise chuckled lowly, pushing off the chair. “I’ll leave you to it, then.”

Once he was gone, a silence hung in the air. The fire crackled. Draco still hadn’t moved.

You tilted your head. “Jealousy’s not a good look on you.”

He sneered. “Wasn’t jealousy. It was pity.”

You snorted. “Right.”

He looked at you like you were a problem he couldn’t solve. Like you were the only puzzle he actually wanted to understand.

Then, softly — not for anyone else to hear: “I don’t want anyone else trying to figure you out.”

That made you pause.

“Why?” you asked, quieter now.

He didn’t answer. He just stared at the fire, like the words were molten in his mouth.

And then he added, almost bitterly, “Because they’d get it wrong.”

The words echoed in your mind. Partly because they were true and partly because you'd been shocked to hear them out of Draco's mouth. A small tinge of red burned across your cheeks.

You didn’t respond at first — mostly because you didn’t know how. Draco Malfoy wasn’t the type to say things like that. He wasn’t the type to say anything at all if it didn’t serve his image: calculated, superior, untouchable.

But this wasn’t that.

This was something raw, unedited. A quiet confession tucked inside a throwaway comment, and Merlin, did it make your pulse skip.

The firelight danced across his features, casting sharp shadows beneath his cheekbones, flickering in his pale gray eyes. He still wasn’t looking at you, but the silence between you buzzed with a different kind of tension now. Not rivalry. Not snark.

Something deeper. Something real.

“Why would it matter,” you said finally, voice low, “if they got it wrong?”

His jaw clenched.

You didn’t expect an answer. You knew how to play this game — he’d shut down, deflect with sarcasm, say something cruel to keep you at a distance.

But instead, he exhaled slowly and said, “Because you’re not some house trophy to be won over with fake charm and compliments. You’re not like Pansy or any of them.”

Your lips parted slightly, but still, you said nothing.

He turned to you at last, the mask nearly gone — eyes sharp but no longer guarded.

“And maybe I don’t want to share the version of you I know with anyone else.”

That silenced every thought in your head.

Because what could you possibly say to that?

You stared at him and for once, he let you. Let you see everything in his expression. The hint of something softer, vulnerable, real. It was fleeting, a flash of lightning behind storm clouds. But you saw it.

He looked away first, swallowing hard, the usual smugness creeping back into his voice as he added, “Anyway, Zabini’s a halfwit. His eyebrows do more talking than he does.”

You huffed a quiet laugh and just like that, the tension broke.

But the firelight still flickered, and the silence between you wasn’t empty.

Not anymore.

You studied silently with Draco by your side, reading a book. There weren't any more words exchanged. An hour into your study session, your eyes began to get heavy. It was getting late.

Draco analyzed you, the way you stirred in the chair, the way your quill strokes slowed. With a light nudge, he issued an unspoken communication that it was time to go.

The halls were quiet — empty save for the soft, overlapping echoes of your footsteps and Draco’s beside you. The torches burned low, casting golden light against the cold stone walls, throwing long shadows across the floor.

Now, the silence between you was heavy with the weight of things unspoken.

You stopped at a corridor where your paths would usually split, and turned to him.

“I meant what I said earlier,” you murmured, your voice hushed, intimate in the dimness. “About not needing anyone to speak for me.”

Draco leaned against the stone wall, arms crossed, but his gaze was locked on you with a fire that betrayed the casual stance. “I know,” he said, tone quiet. “Doesn’t mean I won’t.”

You arched a brow. “You always have to have the last word, don’t you?”

His lips quirked into something dangerously close to a smirk. “Only when I’m right.”

You rolled your eyes, but your heart was pounding. The air between you shifted — crackled. He pushed off the wall and took a step closer, close enough that the scent of cedar and firewood on his robes filled your senses.

His voice dropped. “I meant what I said too.”

You blinked. “Which part?”

Draco’s eyes flicked to your lips, then back up again. “All of it.”

The silence returned — but this time, it was electric. He was close now, so close you could feel the warmth radiating off of him, the slow, careful inhale of his breath as if he were fighting against instinct.

Your hand brushed his — barely. His gaze darted down, then back up.

And then, just as he leaned in, your noses brushing lightly, lips within a breath away —

“I do hope I’m not interrupting something.”

Draco stiffened immediately, pulling back like he'd been burned. You turned, wide-eyed, to see your uncle standing not ten feet away in the shadow of a stone archway, arms crossed and expression unreadable — save for the glint of dry amusement in his dark eyes.

“Professor,” Draco said quickly, straightening his posture.

“Draco,” Snape replied coolly, then shifted his gaze to you. “Niece.”

Your eyes widened. “You’re still up.”

“I was merely patrolling,” Snape said smoothly, stepping forward. “It’s well past curfew, in case either of you forgot.”

Draco opened his mouth to speak, but Snape held up a hand.

“I don’t need excuses. I need plausible deniability.”

You blinked. “Wait — what?”

Snape tilted his head slightly, mouth curling into what might’ve been a smirk — if Snape ever actually smirked. “Should anyone ask if I saw two Slytherins lingering suspiciously close in a dungeon hallway, I will, of course, say I saw nothing. Because I wasn’t here. Naturally.”

Draco stared at him, caught between horror and disbelief. “Sir—”

Snape turned, robes sweeping behind him. “Be discreet. And Merlin’s sake, don’t let me catch you actually snogging in public. That’s just tacky.”

He disappeared around the corner without another word.

The silence left in his wake was… something.

You turned to Draco. He was still frozen, lips parted, eyes narrowed after your uncle.

“He’s deranged,” he muttered.

You laughed — really laughed — and Draco’s expression broke into a grin.

You almost swooned. This was a wide smile, the widest, most genuine smile you'd ever seen on Draco's face. His teeth were white, his smile was beautiful. He was just.. Gorgeous. Every girl in Hogwarts had to admit that Draco was attractive. Objectively.

“He didn’t tell us to stop,” you teased.

“He told us not to get caught,” Draco corrected, stepping closer again, voice low and edged with heat. “Big difference.”

And Merlin help you, you almost leaned in again.

But not quite.

Because some things are worth waiting for.

The weeks that followed were blissful. You had truly opened up to each other, gaining the attention of everyone at Hogwarts that had once feared Draco. They'd now noticed that he seemed to be going.. somewhat soft. As soft as you could get for a Malfoy.

He still rolled his eyes at first-years and snapped at Gryffindors for breathing too loudly. Still walked like he owned every corridor he passed through. Still carried that cold, untouchable air like armor. But he didn't seek people out to humiliate them. He wasn't the worst nightmare of anyone entering Hogwarts.

And as for you?

He no longer mocked you in class. In fact, he never had — but now he openly looked for you. Waited for you outside lecture halls. Sat beside you during breakfast, a hand lazily propped under his chin as you spoke about things that would’ve bored him coming from anyone else. His smirk, once cruel, now lingered at the edges of his mouth in ways that were meant for you.

And for the first time, people didn’t fear Draco Malfoy — they envied him.

They watched him laugh at something you whispered in the library, a real laugh that twisted the knife in every girl who’d ever tried to flirt with him and failed. They watched him lean in a little too close, touch your hand like it was instinct. Watched you roll your eyes at him, not like you were annoyed — but like you knew him better than anyone else ever would.

All you two needed was one final push. One final nudge to make the transition into something more.. Official. Something more obvious.

Someone flirting with you.

It happened on a Tuesday.

The library was unusually quiet for that time of day — not that Draco ever truly cared about who was around. You sat across from him at one of the back tables, parchment spread in front of you, a quill twirling lazily between your fingers. He was reading, pretending to focus, but his eyes kept flicking upward to watch you, the corners of his mouth twitching every time you muttered something under your breath.

Then he walked in.

Andrew Whitmore. Ravenclaw. Sixth year. Disgustingly charming in that polished, irritatingly sweet kind of way. Draco had never paid him much attention before — until he saw where Andrew was headed. Straight toward you.

He stiffened slightly, eyes narrowing over the top of his book.

You didn’t notice at first, too caught up in a particularly difficult sentence you were trying to phrase. But you definitely noticed when a shadow fell across your table, and Andrew leaned in just a little too casually.

“Y/N, right?” he asked with a grin, eyes scanning the page in front of you. “Need any help translating that? I’ve got a bit of a knack for Ancient Runes.”

You blinked up at him. “I’m alright, thanks.”

But he didn’t move.

Draco’s fingers twitched.

“I mean, you look like you’ve got it handled,” Andrew went on, his voice lowering. “Just figured I’d offer. Not every day I see someone in here who’s actually worth talking to.”

You smiled, polite but dismissive. Draco recognized that smile. The same one you used with people you didn’t care about. The same one you’d never once given him.

Andrew didn’t take the hint. “Maybe I’ll sit here for a bit? Could use some good company—”

“Seat’s taken.”

The voice was calm, sharp, and unmistakably cold.

Andrew turned, confused, to find Draco Malfoy standing at his full height, arms crossed and jaw tight. His tone wasn’t angry — not yet — but there was something dangerous simmering just beneath it. A warning.

Andrew looked between the two of you. “Didn’t think—”

“You didn’t,” Draco cut in, his words like ice. “Which is your first mistake.”

A thick silence fell over the table.

Andrew cleared his throat, faltering. “Right. Yeah. I’ll, uh—see you around, Y/N.”

He practically bolted.

You raised an eyebrow as Draco slid back into his seat across from you, pretending to pick up his book like he hadn’t just threatened someone into backing off.

“You done marking your territory?” you asked, tone dry but amused.

Draco didn’t look up. “Didn’t realize I needed to.”

You tilted your head, watching him for a moment. “Do you?”

That got his attention.

He met your gaze, his expression unreadable for a long, suspended second. Then:

“I might have to if you keep gaining fanboys from Ravenclaw.”

The silence in the library felt suffocating now. Andrew had retreated, but the air between you and Draco was thick, electric, like something was going to give. His hand still rested on the table, close enough for you to feel the heat from his skin.

You studied him, unable to stop the way your heart hammered in your chest. His eyes flickered over your face, pausing for just a heartbeat on your lips before returning to your eyes. It was enough to make the breath catch in your throat. The space between you felt impossibly small now, as if every word had already been spoken and you were both just waiting for the next move.

“I didn’t think you’d care,” you said quietly, though you already knew the answer. You didn’t need to ask.

Draco’s eyes narrowed just slightly. “I didn’t,” he said, voice low, controlled, but the tension there was undeniable. “But he was getting too close for comfort.”

“Is that how you see it?” you teased, leaning forward slightly.

His lips curled, a flicker of something dangerously close to a grin. “You have no idea.”

Before you could respond, his hand shot out, quick but gentle, curling around your wrist. He didn’t wait for you to pull away — he didn’t give you a choice. His grip was firm but not unkind, guiding you to him with the fluidity of someone who knew exactly what they wanted.

Your breath caught in your throat. You hadn’t expected this — had thought, in the back of your mind, that maybe he was too cold, too guarded to ever do something like this. But the way he pulled you in, close enough to feel the warmth radiating off of him, close enough that his scent enveloped you, shattered that thought entirely.

Draco’s face was inches from yours now, and there was no more teasing. No more distance. Just the silent understanding between you that everything that had led to this moment had been building up, slow and steady, until now.

“I don’t want you to think it’s anything less,” he murmured, his voice like velvet, sending a shiver through you. “I don’t want you to think it’s just a game.”

You didn’t have time to respond, because before you could, he kissed you.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t careful. It was hard, urgent, and all-consuming. His lips pressed against yours with the weight of everything unsaid — everything he’d been holding back, everything that had built up in the months of knowing you. His other hand found the back of your neck, pulling you closer, a low growl of something unspoken vibrating in his chest.

The world outside of that kiss faded. You barely registered the soft shuffle of someone else walking by, too caught up in the heat and the intensity of the moment. You were both aware of the risk, aware of the eyes that might be watching, but neither of you cared. Not when this felt like the moment.

Not when it felt like everything was finally real.

When he pulled back, breathless, his gaze was fierce, intense, and you could see it in his eyes — something had shifted. He wasn’t just the Draco Malfoy everyone feared anymore. He was something else entirely. Something that belonged to you just as much as you belonged to him.

“You’re not getting away now,” he whispered, his voice rough, almost possessive.

You didn’t answer, not right away. You were still reeling from the kiss, your pulse racing. But when you finally found your voice, you let out a quiet, teasing laugh.

“Maybe I like being caught.”

Draco’s eyes flashed with something dangerous — but then, the corner of his mouth lifted into the faintest of smirks.

“I’m counting on it.”

Finally, you felt like you'd fallen into step.

You were Draco Malfoy's partner. It sounded all too meant for you. Draco felt the same.

But to keep you from gaining any more fanboys? He did mark his territory.

The next few days felt different. It wasn’t just the whispered rumors spreading through the hallways or the looks people threw your way. It was the way Draco acted. You'd barely made it out of the library that night when Draco, with his usual arrogant air, tossed his cloak around your shoulders like it was a declaration. A subtle one, but still enough to make everyone aware that you were his.

But it didn’t stop there.

The next morning, when you were heading to Potions, Draco showed up with one of his signature sly smiles, pulling you aside in the corridor and, without warning, slipping a silver chain around your neck — the Malfoy family crest hanging loosely from it.

“You’re wearing this today,” he said, his voice smooth, unyielding. He was still the same Draco — cold and calculating, but with an unmistakable softness when it came to you. “Don't argue with me.”

The weight of the necklace was heavier than it seemed, and as you touched it absently, you couldn't help but notice the way people’s gazes followed the gleam of silver. Eyes that once looked at you with indifferent curiosity now lingered with the sort of admiration (and maybe envy) that only came from one thing: they knew. They all knew now.

As the days passed, it wasn’t just jewelry. It was the subtle possession in how Draco made you wear his jumper on cooler days. You would be walking through the hallways, just talking, and he’d slip it over your head without asking, the dark green knit swallowing you whole. No matter how many times you tried to shrug it off, he insisted, like the damn thing was an extension of him. Every time you looked down at the Malfoy crest stitched into the sleeve, the weight of the unspoken message grew heavier.

And Draco made sure that message wasn’t missed.

During lunch one afternoon, when you and Draco had found a quiet spot near the windows — just the two of you, trying to steal a moment for yourselves — a familiar figure walked by. Cedric Diggory, the ever-dashing Hufflepuff, paused when he saw you and Draco. His gaze lingered on you, the faintest trace of a smile pulling at his lips. You could see the shift in his eyes, the way they softened when he looked at you.

Draco saw it too.

In fact, Cedric had tried you before. Last year, he'd asked you to the Yule ball. Of course you'd politely declined. Parties weren't your thing and Diggory wasn't your type.

Before you could react, Draco’s arm slid possessively around your waist, pulling you closer to him. The action was so smooth, so effortless, that it looked almost casual. But the way his grip tightened slightly, the way his gaze never wavered from Cedric, told a different story.

“Cedric,” Draco drawled, his voice low and laced with mockery. “Still trying to charm my girlfriend? Thought you knew better than to play with fire.”

Cedric blinked, visibly thrown off by the bluntness of Draco’s words. He tried to mask it with a smile, but the tension was palpable. “Just a friendly hello, Malfoy,” he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender, but his gaze lingered on you for a moment longer than Draco liked.

Draco gave a soft chuckle, but there was nothing light about it. “Sure. Friendly.” He turned to you then, pulling you in close and planting a kiss just under your ear, one that left you breathless. “I suppose it is cute when people try.”

The words were subtle — almost playful — but they carried the weight of Draco’s presence. It was a statement, a warning. Cedric’s smile faltered just slightly before he excused himself, clearly out of his depth.

And that was just the beginning.

Later that week, you found yourself in the common room, Draco’s jumper still wrapped around you, the sleeves long enough to cover your hands. You were half-focused on your homework when a familiar face appeared at the edge of your vision. It was Andrew Whitmore — the Ravenclaw boy who had tried to approach you before.

This time, he wasn’t quite as confident.

“Y/N,” he began, voice tentative, glancing at Draco who was lazily lounging in a chair, one leg thrown over the armrest. “You, uh... doing okay? Need help with anything?”

Draco didn’t even look up at first, but you could feel his presence shift. His smirk was already forming, the trademark Malfoy arrogance lacing his words when he finally spoke.

“Andrew Whitmore,” Draco drawled, lifting an eyebrow as he set his book aside, his eyes finally locking onto the Ravenclaw boy. “Still under the delusion that I’m going to let you help her?”

Andrew froze, clearly caught off guard by Draco’s tone. Draco sat up a little straighter, clearly enjoying himself now. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, and the edge in his voice deepened.

“You do realize, Whitmore, that helping her with anything would imply a certain... familiarity. Which, I’m sure you know by now, she doesn’t exactly hand out to just anyone.” Draco’s eyes slid to you, his gaze softening for a fraction of a second before he turned back to Andrew. “She’s... a bit more selective than that.”

Andrew looked like he might say something in response, but Draco didn’t give him the chance. Instead, he stood up, casually tossing his jumper’s sleeve over your shoulder, pulling you closer to him with that arrogant, possessive air of his.

“Besides, I doubt Y/N’s really in the mood for anyone right now, hmm?” Draco continued, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. “She’s already got a full schedule of my company.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes, but it was clear Andrew had heard enough. He mumbled an awkward excuse and quickly backed off, muttering something about needing to go study.

Draco watched him leave, and once Andrew was out of earshot, Draco let out a quiet chuckle, turning back to you. “Honestly, the things I put up with. Can’t even have a conversation in peace without someone thinking they can just waltz in.”

You smiled, a little amused. “You’re awful.”

Draco’s smirk softened into something more genuine, his fingers brushing your cheek. “You love it.”

"I love you. This idiocy just comes with it."

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, the kind of laugh that made your heart flutter just a little more every time. His gaze softened, and for a moment, the usual arrogance melted away, revealing the boy beneath the layers of sarcasm and ice.

“Fair enough,” he murmured, his voice just a hint more vulnerable than usual. “But I’ll admit, I’m rather fond of you, too.”

You could feel his thumb tracing small circles on your skin as he leaned in, his forehead gently resting against yours. It was a simple touch, one that felt like a promise, like the weight of the world had lifted, and it was just the two of you in this quiet little space, away from the rest of the noise.

“I’ve never been good at this,” he admitted, his breath warm against your lips. “But I’m trying. For you.”

Before you could respond, Draco’s lips were on yours, slow and soft, like he had all the time in the world. It was a kiss that didn’t demand anything, but somehow gave everything. His hand cupped your face gently, as if he were trying to hold onto this moment as tightly as he could.

You kissed him back, not with the urgency of someone afraid of losing something, but with the certainty of someone who had already found exactly what they’d been searching for.

When you pulled away, your breaths mingled in the space between you. His eyes were dark with affection, an unspoken promise lingering in them.

“I love you,” he murmured again, his voice barely more than a whisper. “In case you hadn’t noticed.”

You smiled, running a hand through his hair, the warmth of his touch still lingering on your skin. "I noticed."

Draco's lips twitched into that familiar smirk, but this time it was softer, almost shy.

"Good," he said, pulling you in for another kiss, one that was softer, gentler than the last. "Because you're the only person I've probably ever let near my designer jumpers."

You chuckled against his lips, feeling the world fade away around you, leaving nothing but the two of you in your own little bubble, tucked safely away from everything else.

And for once, Draco Malfoy didn’t mind the vulnerability. Because with you, it was okay to let his guard down. With you, he didn’t have to be perfect.

He just had to be himself. And that was enough.

You laughed again, the sound a mix of amusement and affection. "Oh, I see. So, I’m special enough for your jumpers, huh?"

Draco pulled away slightly, his smirk widening with that signature arrogance, but there was a warmth in his gaze that made it all feel different, more personal. “You’re the only one who could even think about getting away with it.”

You arched an eyebrow, a playful challenge in your expression. “You really know how to flatter a girl.”

He chuckled lowly, that familiar edge of sarcasm creeping back into his tone. “It’s the truth, love. No one else gets me, not like you do.”

In that moment, it didn’t matter that you were still wearing his jumper, or that Draco Malfoy —proud, guarded Draco Malfoy��� was softening in ways no one could have predicted. All that mattered was the quiet certainty between you, the connection that no one could take away.

And for the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy was okay with that.

[chloe-skywalker]

Assumptions - Draco Malfoy

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 435

Summary: Draco and Y/n plan to study together. Draco get’s to her room first and discovers Y/n’s journal and finds out she has a crush on someone. But that makes him jealous.

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“y/n?” Draco called out as he entered her dorm room, only to find it empty. They are suppose to study together but it seemed Draco had gotten here first but only by a couple of minutes.

“You beat me?” Y/n sighed, shaking her head.

“Yup.” he nodd’s with a smirk.

“Let me change before we study.” She tells him before grabbing some more comfortable clothes to change into. “My text books are in the bottom drawer.” Y/n yelled out to Draco before closing the door to her bathroom.

Draco opens the drawer and gets out the textbooks but then see’s a journal and glances to make sure Y/n was still in the bathroom.

Draco picked it up and starts speed reading it here and there when he gets to something that peaked his interest. Draco finds out she has a massive crush on a boy. He gets very jealous the more he reads and quickly closes it and puts it away. There was no name as to who it was, which bothered him even more.

“Ready?” Y/n asked as she came back into the room in fresh clothes.

“Yeah.” Draco nodd’s not even glancing at her.

After a while of studying Y/n strats to get upset with his attitude that he didn’t have earlier.

“Okay what gives?” Y/n slammed her book closed.

“What?” Draco not really giving her any of his attention.

“You’ve been grumpy since we started. Why?” She grabbed his book out of his hands wanting answers.

“Bugger off Y/n.” he scoffed, growing more annoyed.

“No, Draco. Tell me.” Y/n pushes, not liking the feeling of him mad at her.

“I was looking for your textbooks and found your journal.” Draco gives in telling her.

“Draco-” Y/n stared at her with wide eyes, embarrassed and nervous as to what he read.

“I know I shouldn’t have but I read about you having a massive crush on some boy.” Draco cut her off with an involuntary growl at the end.

“Are you jealous?” She questions kind of secretly hoping he was.

“Slightly.” He admitted.

“Draco, the boy I wrote about is you.” Y/n smiled moving closer to him on her knees, using a hand on his knee to balance on her mattress as she did so.

“Really?” Draco looked at her with hopeful excitement in his eyes.

“Yeah.” Y/n nodded, grabbing his hand happy he now knew of her feelings and seemed to feel the same way.

“Good.” Draco pulled her into him, their lips meeting in a very long overdue kiss.

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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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how "muggle!au" feels for those who dont read "muggle!au"

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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

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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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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.

-

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.

[cloudybarnes]

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.”

[mrypotter]

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.

:D

[ms-snape]

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.

[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.

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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.

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Heather

Summary: i suck at writing summaries so I’m gonna give you the gist of it. Basically inspired by Conan gray’s song ‘Heather’. Childhood best friends to strangers to lovers kinda stuff.

Draco Malfoy x oc

Esmeray moon is my original character, like it’s only the name really because every time I write her she’ll look different. You can pretend it x reader, but i just prefer using a name and i obviously can’t use mine so anyways enjoyyy.

no voldy au

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Esmeray was enjoying her last year at Hogwarts, even though all the professors kept lecturing seventh years on the upcoming NEWTS,(keep in mind it had only been two months since the year started) Esmeray and her friends found ways to make their year memorable.

Most of the time Esmeray and her two best friends Pansy and Daphne, roamed around the castle exploring every nook and cranny. Each time they found a place never found before.

She savoured every meal there and could see that every seventh year was doing the same. Clearly everyone was terrified at the thought of making their own food.

So in between classes, amazing food and amazing friends her year was going pretty good.

Though there was a small shadow in all that light.

To ensure a good day Esmeray always made sure she never crossed paths with her childhood best friend and his girlfriend.

Let me tell you why.

Till fourth year Esmeray and Draco had been inseparable. Best friends since they were born everyone believed they would be together till death.

In all honesty, Esmeray believed they would be together till death.

She really hoped it to, for during fourth year she found herself fancying her best friend Draco. She really thought he had liked her to, that was until He asked the worst person in Hogwarts to go to the Yule ball.

Heather gold.

They called her angelic heather.

She was in hufflepuff, An O student, kind to everyone, and so so so pretty.

It wasn’t a surprise Draco had fallen for her. That was okay, Esmeray never expected anything to happen between her and Draco, she was content with being friends.

He only asked her to a ball, its not like she’s going to take Esmeray’s place, right?

Wrong

Everything went downhill from the ball. Draco and Heather were inseparable. He began bailing on Esmeray to hang out with Heather and after a while Esmeray saw angelic Heathers other side.

Jealous Heather

Draco had finally made time for Esmeray one week, and instead of expressing how much he missed her or was looking forward to spending time with her. He looked at her with guilt and said -

“Heather doesn’t like that you’re so close to me, she told me to choose between the two of you”

That’s all Esmeray had heard before she sprinted away. She didn’t hear Draco calling after her and trying to follow her. She locked herself in the girls lavatory and sobbed.

Of course anyone would choose angelic Heather over Slytherins outspoken Esmeray.

Heather had all the beauty in the world whereas Esmeray always had a gaunt look, sometimes described as snobbish. Heather always spoke soft and understood others whereas Esmeray always argued to prove her point and didn’t care about anyone’s opinion.

She only cared about Draco’s opinion.

Now he was gone. Maybe thats what made her befriend the two meanest girls in the school, who laughed at others hurt. She became one of them and unknowingly her targets were always hufflepuffs.

So that was that.

No Draco and Heather meant good day.

Today was not a good day. Pansy, Daphne and Esmeray were just minding their business when a hufflepuff prefect decided to tell them that they were making to much noise and it was disturbing the classes around them.

The girls ignored him, he was a fifth year and had never approached them before. The girls only attacked if provoked.

“You know I can take house points of you ” He looked less confident now.

“Oh dear, whatever will we do, loose the house up which was bound to be Gryffindor’s anyways” Daphne mocked.

Pansy and Esmeray laughed.

“Look, you slytherins might not take a hufflepuff seriously but I have more authority than you, I can give you detention”

Pansy smirked and said “I’m afraid you can’t, we’re booked with detentions till the next month”

The prefect frowned and before he could say more Draco and Heather came into view.

In Heathers eyes a frowning Hufflepuff standing stiff in front of three Slytherins girls lazily sitting on a window ledge meant trouble.

“What’s going on here” she approached them.

Esmeray rolled her eyes.

“I just told these three girls that they have to move due them causing disturbance for other classes” The hufflepuff said in a annoyed voice.

“You should listen to him, I’m head girl and I can give you detention” She tried to intimidate them with a stare.

Pansy giggled, she looked at the hufflepuff prefect “Are you going to tell angelic Heather here or should I?”

The prefect clenched his jaw and told Heather what Pansy had said earlier.

Heather threatened to make them booked for the next three months.

“Oh why does it matter the only class here is divination, who pays attention in that” Voiced Esmeray in a bored voice.

“I’ll have you know divination is my favourite subject” remarked Heather.

Esmeray grinned (by some muggleborn it was describe as a Cheshire Cat grin) “oh really, The only day I’ll believe in divination is the day you see the grim and die”

“Esmeray please, drop it”

Her grin dropped. She looked at the stunned faces of the prefect and Heather at what she had said and then turned to her friends. They looked like they would’ve laughed if he had not spoken.

Draco had said her name.

The way he used to say it.

It sounded so nice in his voice.

But he had said it in Heathers support.

She looked into his beautiful silver eyes grey eyes and put as much as bitterness she could conjure into her tone, “it’s Moon to you Malfoy”.

Draco flinched. He had no right to flinch Esmeray screamed in her head. She looked away and signalled her friends to leave.

While walking back Daphne had Pansy held Esmeray’s hands. She was glad for the support. She had told them everything one night when she was feeling really sad. After that she could always count on them to have her back and make sure Heather never picked on her(Which you might not believe it but had happened)by making her life hell.

Not a good coping mechanism but it was Heathers fault to, for some reason she always kept targeting them. They didn’t attack unless provoked and Heather kept provoking.

Afterwards, The girls did everything to avoid interactions like that. Pansy and Daphne knew it had affected Esmeray so they explored the castle all day, sat by the lake in shadowy place where it was clear that they didn’t want to be approached.

Esmeray did everything to ignore Draco more, but now somehow it was harder. Eye contact with him would occur more than she liked and in classes they didn’t share with Hufflepuff he was always sitting or standing closer than usual.

Potions was the worst. They were learning how to identify amortentia so the classroom reeked of Draco. Esmeray wasn’t stupid enough to say that so whenever the professor asked she would joke and say ‘herself’.

Whenever she did that she could always feel beautiful silver eyes grey eyes staring at her.

But overall she managed to avoid him enough to have good days.

One Friday night when she knew nobody would be awake till late due to there being a hogsmede trip the next day. She went down to the common room to read.

She curled up on a couch near the fireplace and read in silence.

“Wuthering heights, nice to see that part hasn’t changed about you Es- Moon”

The voice she loved hated spoke.

“What do you want” she asked in a crisp tone.

“Just here for some silence” He said sitting on the couch parallel to her.

She gave him silence and didn’t even look at him, which would’ve been easier if he stopped looking at her.

“You’ve changed so much,” he said breaking the silence.

“I thought you were here for some silence, Malfoy” Esmeray avoided his question.

“I never asked you to call me that,” He lowered his voice and said the next words with the hint of a plea. “Please say my name”.

Esmeray’s breath hitched, she knew if she looked at him she would come undone. So she focused her eyes on her book and pretended she hadn’t heard him.

He finally looked away from her her and leaned his head on the headrest while closing his eyes.

“I don’t really like your new friends” He broke the silence again.

“Unfortunately I don’t have boyfriend to tell me to choose between him and them” She regretted it the second she said it. Something shifted and Draco leaned forward abruptly.

“Esmeray, you didn’t even hear me out that da-“ his voice was desperate and fast. It hurt Esmeray’s soul to hear that ache is his voice but she knew she had to cut him off.

”Malfoy, forget I said anything .” She stood up and without facing him made way towards the girl dorms.

“Please come back Esmeray, I’ve missed you”

His voice echoed throughout the silent room.

Esmeray ceased and then pretended she hadn’t heard him.

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part two is up!

btw if by chance anyone knows how put Part 2’s link here please tell me because the html format isn’t working.

A few things I haven’t described any features of Esmeray or Heather because I want to leave them up to you. Of course as i said you can read this as an ‘x reader’ and everyone has a heather in their life so you can imagine heather as her.

If you don’t have a heather in your life, you are the luckiest person alive.

I’m sorry if you don’t like Esmeray and her friends personality i promise theirs an explanation. I don’t know if its valid but i think its enough.

Tysm for reading this means a lot.

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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

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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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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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Hello, can I request draco x muggleborn! reader where the reader is actually a member of the royal family in the muggle world?

family relations | draco malfoy

synopsis: in which his father is wrong about you

pairing: draco malfoy x royal!reader

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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.

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"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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