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starstruckmoony · 2 years ago

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pairing - sirius black x fem!reader

summary - you and sirius start dating after accidentally running into each other at a concert but confirm nothing, just to watch everyone lose their shit online.

trope/tags - band/celeb!au, instagram/social media!au, modern!au, fluff, terrible humour

word count - 1k

warnings - language

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

yourusername

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yourusername mirror's dirty but i felt pretty

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starmanblack damn smash

yourusername thirsty mf

starmanblack you're not wrong

cissy_blck i promise i'm cooler than your boyfriend

luciusssy i love you too bae

cissy_blck 🥰

bartyyy can you sign my house?

yourusername i'll see what i can do

lily_evans UMMMMMM MOTHER?

mmmckinnon mommy.

prongsyboy mama?

starmanblack PRONGS

user128836 i don't know the colour of anything

user702655 YOU HAVE A BOYFRIEND????

user358991 sirius said smash and i agree

user073823 the only man we trust

user662627 i'm gonna clown so hard but why did half of sirius family like this post?

user491175 i almost sent a thirst tweet

starmanblack

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starmanblack boyfriend vibes 😩

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yourusername very real

starmanblack i'm flattered

yourusername you better be

yourusername you still smell like horse tho

starmanblack go away

prongsyboy did you tell him i said hi?

starmanblack i got you his autograph

mmmckinnon you didn't even tag the photographer smh

starmanblack why are you offended in the name of the photographer?

mmmckinnon i'm just defending my wifey

casmeadowes i wasn't there???

user075764 DATE ME

user246766 you single?

user113388 he's dating y/n l/n

user300722 i volunteer to take your bf photos 🤚

user943534 CONFIRM THE RUMOURS I'M BEGGING

user855465 y/n has a boyfriend and you just put boyfriend in the caption so i'll live in delusion from now on

user464646 i wanna be a horse

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yourusername

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yourusername london, i'm speechless. i had the most amazing time with all of you last night and i can't wait to perform for you again 💞 hearing you guys sing your hearts out with me was truly magical, thank you sooo much and i love love love every single one of you 💕 also! a special thanks that friend group from the first row who gave me a bunch of plushies, my heart is extra happy 😚

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starmanblack i was there, i can confirm

yourusername I COULDN'T SEE YOU IN THE CROWD AT FIRST AND I GOT SO SAD

starmanblack lol i love you sm

starmanblack my guitar fits your aesthetic nicely

yourusername i know right?!? me and her were meant to be

marymacdonald when i say best concert of my life i mean it

yourusername i don't deserve you

bartyyy first row seats hmghnhm 😩

yourusername perks of dating the photographer

ev.rosier you're welcome bartemius

user201010 i cried ugly tears

user927161 i formally apologise to the people who were near me 💀

user472738 ARE Y'ALL SEEING THIS??? THEY'RE DEFO DATING

user928312 YOU PLAYED MY FAVOURITE SONG AND I WASN'T THERE 😭😭😭

user446286 one of those plushies was from meeeee

user018381 lost my voice but it feels so right

starmanblack

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starmanblack ok.

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yourusername he loves you

starmanblack he bit my converse

yourusername it was an act of love

starmanblack AND HE STOLE ONE OF MY DOCS

yourusername IT. WAS. AN. ACT. OF. LOVE.

yourusername bet you deserved that

starmanblack you were just saying he loves me?

yourusername was i though?

vance_emm what in the gaslighting hell is going on above me?

r.a.black wdym? i'm loving it

user242539 i've yet to see a normal picture of this little guy

user301453 THE BICKERING LMAOOO

user463646 HELP HE'S VIOLATING YOU

user857433 he's in his reputation era

user302770 THIS DOG PLS

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celeb_gossip

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celeb_gossip a scandal is on its way! 👀 there's been word on the street that sirius black and y/n l/n have had a little something going on since the beginning of the year, and we are almost certain that this isn't just another case of senseless rumours. 🙈 other than constantly interacting with one another on social media, the two have been pictured entering l/n's apartment after what seemed like a romantic night out. 😌 several sources can prove that the couple has been caught in ways that scream everything BUT platonic, and we deem them quite credible. 😉 but in the light of all of this, the two singers haven't said anything. what do you think? 🤔 are they secretly together? 🤭 or are they secretly laughing at all of us? 😶 leave your opinion in the comments! 😘

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user438185 oH

user019570 EVERYBODY STAY CALM

user837999 i hope they sue you lol

user262626 they're defo laughing at us

user823715 THE POWER THESE TWO WOULD HOLD AS A COUPLE

user192072 LMAO THEY'D BREAK THE INTERNET IF THEY CONFIRMED IT

user137753 get a life wtf

user020191 pretty sure they're together

user647275 this is out of line

user244411 nah cause paps should be illegal

user302906 I NEED THEM TO SAY SOMETHING I'M LITERALLY FREAKING OUT

user522727 dunno but i want whatever they have going on

yourusername

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yourusername tea pages are saying that i'm dating this weirdo 🤪

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starmanblack people just love being funny

yourusername making me shed tears

starmanblack you could have found a better picture at least 🙄

yourusername fym? this is top tier stuff

starmanblack you're not getting your shades back

yourusername funny 🤣 i'll steal them back today 😐

vance_emm yeah and i'm a hamster

marymacdonald you kind of look like one though 🥺

mmmckinnon LMAOOOOO

starmanblack not you talking

mmmckinnon lmaoing ≠ talking

user283800 guess this confirms it ☹

user916373 WHY DO REG AND SIRIUS' COUSINS KEEP LIKING ALL YOUR POSTS THIS MAKES ME CONFUSEDDDD

user758234 does this mean you're free to date me?

user424116 YOU'RE TROLLING US

user021725 double meaning? (pls say sike i'm desperate)

user024477 calling sirius up rn

user555641 GUYS THERE'S STILL HOPE MAYBE THEY'RE JOKING AROUND

user828295 okay but does it actually matter 💀

starmanblack

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starmanblack feeding the paps

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yourusername bet they're still starving

starmanblack we should make out and post it

yourusername twitter will go CRAZYYY

yourusername we look dead tho

starmanblack i reckon it's the cheap wine

yourusername you calling me poor?

starmanblack 😇

prongsyboy i still don't get how or why you had my glasses

starmanblack aesthetic purposes

xeno_lovegood that's cute 🤩

starmanblack facts ong fr fr

cissy_blck reggie's sil

bellatrixieb i'm so jealous

user472721 I WANT

user882923 I CAN'T DECIDE WHO THE LUCKY ONE IS

user382541 NAUR STOP MESSING WITH US

user773724 WHATTGEDHQUXJQDJJQSJJW

user482972 OH MY GOD?????????

user362613 narcissa's comments making me all hopeful

user924474 I'M SO STRESSED

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malfoysprinces · 2 years ago

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In The Middle Of A Betrayal, There is Love

- draco malfoy-

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Reader

Summary: Draco saves you and finds his way back to you.

Warnings: Breakup, Bellatrix Torture, Angst with a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.5k

Author’s Note: Feel free to give feedbacks & requests.

“Now is really not a good time Y/N.” Y/N has lost the count of times that she heard these words came out of Draco’s mouth in this past couple of weeks.

He was cold, distant, and bothered. Almost like bothered by her presence.

She has never felt this particular way during their 10-month long relationship or their 16-year long friendship.

Sound of Draco’s feet walking away from her was nothing but an unbearable ache in Y/N’s chest since he started acting this way. Without wasting time, she walked away as quickly.

There she was, walking alone to the Astronomy Tower. A place once belonged to Draco and Y/N, as their hiding spot. Whenever things got too heavy, they always found their way back each other which led them to spend countless nights talking at Astronomy Tower.

“I think I'd rather pitch myself of the Astronomy Tower if I thought I had to continue here for another two years.” his exact words echoed in her ear.

With the rise of the Dark Lord, a lot has changed for Draco and Y/N’s family. Y/L/N’s was as upper class as Malfoys was. They were amongst the Sacred Twenty-Eight and they had a long line of pure blood witched and wizards in the family line. Their loyalty was to no one but Dark Lord.

Although Y/N had nothing to do with the dark side, her faith was intertwined with it. She just didn’t know it,yet.

She knew one day Draco would take over Lucius’s work, but she would have never guessed that he would push her away. And she also didn’t know that she was going to pay for her own father’s actions. Yet.

As she heard footsteps, it was nobody else than Theodore Nott. Y/N’s best friend.

“Theo” Y/N said in a shaky voice.

“Oh, Y/N, what’s wrong? Are you okay?” Theo asked in a worried voice.

There was no one else who understood Y/N better than Theo did. So, she just spilled the truth.

“Draco, he is- he has been distant and cold, and I don’t know what to do about it.”

Theo was also a death eater. That he already got the mark. Y/N didn’t know it, just yet.

Little did he know, Theo was there for Draco when he received his mark. Little did he know, he had to lie to Y/N to protect her. As commanded by her father. It was just like the old times. Y/N’s father asked Theo to watch over her. But this time not from enemies, but for themselves.

“Y/N just give him time. He is going through a though time.” Said Theo.

“I know, Theo. ”

“Still, he has been so distant to me for so long, I can’t remember when this all started. It is that long and he is barely speaking to me.” Just when Y/N finished her sentence, Draco approached to them.

The look in his eyes were obvious. Things were coming to an end between Y/N and Draco. It’s just that Draco would have been the one to speak it up.

“Hi Draco, and goodbye. I have to go check something.” Said Theo.

As if he ran away from the breakup between his two friends. As if he ran away from what he has been expecting for some time now.

“Hi” Draco said.

“Hi Draco.” Y/N said.

The rest was predictable. Draco called it quits that night. All I could say is, you could rip all the skin from both of their bones, and it would hurt them less. I leave the rest to your imagination.

Y/N was stuck in the moment she lost him. She could see the breakup coming, but she never would have thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe again. It took everything in her not to fall apart in front of him.

She walked and walked until she reached the Slytherin dungeons. The night was silent. No one was in the common room as she headed to her dorm. As she entered her dorm, Y/N let out a deep sigh. Memories of her time with Draco flooded her mind, making her heart ache with longing. She sat on her bed and buried her face in her hands, trying to suppress the tears that threatened to spill.

Meanwhile, Draco was struggling with his own demons. He had been tasked by Voldemort to complete a dangerous mission, one that could cost him his life. He knew that he couldn't involve Y/N in this, no matter how much he loved her. He had to break things off to keep her safe.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N tried to hold on as best she could. She went to her classes, but her heart wasn't in it. She missed Draco terribly, but she didn't know where to find him. Meanwhile, Draco skipped almost all of his classes, disappearing for hours on end. Still his ass was always saved by Professor Snape, everytime.

As Y/N was going through the worst weeks of her life, her only anchor was Theo. Her best friend was here for her as he always was.

“Mate, she is not doing well.” A voice echoed in an empty classroom.

“Oh really Theo? Do you really think that I can’t see that?” Draco said.

“DO YOU KNOW HOW FUCKING MUCH I WANT TO BE WITH HER RIGHT NOW?” Draco finally lost it.

“Draco, listen to m-“ Theo was interrupted.

“NO THEO, YOU FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! DON'T GO AROUND LECTURING ME, YOU SAW WHAT I HAVE BECAOME, HELL YOU ARE NO DIFFERENT THAN I AM.”

Draco was in tears.

"Just keep her safe, will you?"

“Of course man, she is my best friend, I knew her before you did.” Said Theo in a comforting voice.

“Y/N” shouted Daphne “Come!”

“How are you holding up?” Daphne asked

“Fine, I guess.” Y/N answered.

“You know, Draco hasn’t even blinked since you sit at the table. His eyes are all on you.” Daphne said in a rather comforting voice.

“Daphne stop. I don’t want to talk about him.”

“Whatever.” Said Daphne.

“Y/N Y/L/N” said Professor Snape. “Your mother is waiting for you in Dumbledore’s office.”

“What?” Y/N was in shock.

The whole group was in shock. It is not common for parents to come to Hogwarts. Actually, they never did.

“Hurry Miss Y/L/N.” Snape insisted.

As Y/N was walking to Dumbledore’s office she heard a familiar voice.

“Y/N” said Theo, stopping her halfway. “I heard that your mom is here, everything alright?”

“I don’t think so. Something must be wrong or else she wouldn’t have come all the way from London.” Y/N answered.

“My father what??” Y/N was in total shock.

“He betrayed the Dark Lord. Now they are looking for us everywhere. We gotta run.” Said Y/N’s mom, trembling.

“Mum, what are you talking about?” Y/N was still trying to understand what happened.

Y/N’s father was working for the Dark Lord, she knew he had the dark mark. But still, what could he have possibly done to betray him?

"We don't have time for all the details now," Dumbledore interjected. "The important thing is that you and your mother need to leave Hogwarts immediately. You're not safe here."

And just like that, Y/N found herself packing her stuff in her dorm room with her mum.

“Mrs. Y/L/N, it is a pleasure to see you here.” Said Pansy.

“Hello, darling.” Y/N’s mum answered. “Sweetie, we got to get going.” She said to Y/N.

“Going? Where?” asked Pansy in a shock.

“Pansy darling, you and Y/N can catch up later. We don’t have much time left.” Mrs. Y/L/N was shaking.

“One last time” Y/N thought. “I need to see Draco one last time.” She said to her mum.

“Sorry, we have to go now.” Mrs. Y/L/N insisted.

And just like that, they were gone.

Not so long after the word has spread. Narcissa owled Draco saying Y/N’s father has betrayed the Dark Lord and Dark Lord is looking for Y/N and her mum everywhere to get back at her father. Bellatrix was helping them, as well. News was traveling fast around Hogwarts. Y/N’s father’s betrayal was the topic all the student were talking about.

The consequences of betraying the Dark Lord were dire, and for Y/N and her mum, the price was high. Betrayal meant a lifetime of running, hiding, and living in fear.

They had been living in hiding for days, constantly on the move, never staying in one place for too long.

But they were caught off guard when a group of Death Eaters found them in the forest one night. Y/N and her mother had been camping, thinking that they were safe for the moment. But the Death Eaters had been tracking them, and they attacked without warning.

Y/N and her mother fought bravely, but they were no match for the skilled Death Eaters. They were quickly overpowered and taken captive.

As they were dragged away, Y/N could see the fear in her mother's eyes. She knew that they were facing an uncertain fate, and she was terrified for both of them. But she also knew that they had to be strong, that they had to find a way to survive no matter what lay ahead.

They were then taken to Malfoy Manor, a place that had become notorious for being a hub of Death Eater activity. As Y/N was being dragged into the Malfoy Manor, she couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity wash over her. She had grown up with Draco and the Malfoys, and the grandeur of the mansion was a sight she had seen many times before. However, this time was different. This time, she was being taken in as a prisoner, and she knew that her past relationship with Draco would not do her any favors.

As she was led to the dungeon by some low-ranked Death Eaters, she saw Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy waiting for her. The looks on their faces were a mix of curiosity and contempt. Y/N could feel their eyes scrutinizing her, and she knew that they were aware of the danger Y/N and her mum was in. She couldn't help but wonder if that was the reason why they had come for her.

Lucius sneered at Y/N and her mother. "What a disgrace to the pureblood name," he spat. "Betraying the Dark Lord, how could you? You and your father have brought shame upon our community."

As Narcissa watched Lucius mock over Y/N and her mother, she couldn't help but feel a deep sadness. She had known Y/N's mother for years and considered her a close friend. The thought of her being subjected to such cruel treatment made her sick to her stomach. She had always felt uneasy about the Death Eaters, but her loyalty to her family had kept her silent.

Eventually, Bellatrix arrived, accompanied by several other Death Eaters. Y/N and her mother could feel the fear creeping up inside of them as they realized that they were about to be tortured. Bellatrix was known for her cruel and sadistic nature, and they knew that they were in for a terrible ordeal.

Bellatrix sneered at Y/N, "Well, well, well. Look who we have here. Draco's precious little girlfriend. Or should I say ex-girlfriend? Accompanied by her pureblood, posh mum. Oh and she is a dear friend of my sister Cissy." She laughed mockingly as Y/N gritted her teeth. "How does it feel to know that the boy you loved is now a loyal servant of the Dark Lord? Bellatrix addressed towards Y/N.

Y/N clenched her fists, her nails digging into her palms. She wanted to lash out at Bellatrix, to scream and curse her, but she knew it would only make things worse. She had just learned that Draco is a death eater, as well.

As soon as he heard that Y/N and her mum was captured, Draco came back running to Manor. Knowing exactly what Death Eaters are capable of.

Draco rushed into the dungeon to see Bellatrix and several other Death Eaters surrounding Y/N, who was strapped to a chair, bruised and bleeding. It was written all over his face that he was scared. His heart sank at the sight, and he felt sick with fear and anger.

"What's going on here?" Draco demanded, his voice shaking with emotion.

Bellatrix turned to him with a sneer. "Ah, Draco, just in time. We were just getting started with your little ex-girlfriend here."

Draco's heart clenched at the mention of Y/N as his "ex-girlfriend." He knew he still loved her, despite everything that had happened between them.

What followed was a brutal and horrific scene, as Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters subjected the reader and her mother to various forms of torture. They were forced to endure the Cruciatus Curse, which sent waves of excruciating pain coursing through their bodies. They were also subjected to the Imperius Curse, which robbed them of their free will and left them completely at the mercy of their torturers.

Bellatrix stepped closer to Y/N, her wand still pointed at her. "Tell me, dear, why did you think it was a good idea to betray the Dark Lord?" she sneered.

Y/N clenched her jaw, refusing to answer. Bellatrix let out a cruel laugh. "Oh, I see. The little pureblood princess is too good to speak to me, is that it?"

Y/N gritted her teeth but remained silent.

Bellatrix continued to circle her; the tip of her wand tracing patterns in the air. "You know, I find it amusing that you were once Draco's girlfriend. It's quite the fall from grace, isn't it? From being the object of a Malfoy's affections to being a traitor."

Draco walked forward, his wand drawn, and faced Bellatrix with defiance. "You can't do this. She's not involved in any of this. Let her go."

Bellatrix laughed cruelly. "Oh, but she is involved. Her father has been conspiring against us for years. She knows things that could be very useful to us."

Draco's heart sank further at the realization that Y/N's family was involved in the Resistance. He knew this would only make things worse.

He stepped closer to Y/N, taking in the sight of her battered and bruised body. "Y/N, are you okay?" he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with pain and fear. "Draco," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

Draco's heart broke at the sight of her, and he felt a wave of guilt wash over him. He knew he had to do something to save her. Draco's eyes flicked to Y/N's mother, who was also being held captive. "Please, Bellatrix, let them go. They have nothing to do with this."

"Please, Bellatrix, let her go," Draco pleaded again, his voice desperate. "They are not involved in any of this. I'll do whatever you want, just please, let them go."

Bellatrix looked at him with contempt. "You think you can save her? You think your love for her will protect her? How sweet."

Bellatrix pulled back, a wicked grin on her face. " We'll teach you the true meaning of loyalty." Addressed to Y/N.

Draco gritted his teeth, his anger boiling over. "I'll do whatever it takes. Just let her go."

Y/N closed her eyes, bracing herself for what was to come.

Draco’s voice quivered as he spoke, “Bellatrix, please, she’s innocent. Don’t hurt her.”

Bellatrix sneered, “Innocent? You forget, dear Draco, that she is a part of a family of blood traitors. She’s just like her father, a betrayer of our Lord.”

“But she’s not like him. She didn’t know anything about her father’s betrayal. She’s not involved in any of this,” Draco pleaded.

Bellatrix cackled, “Oh, how sweet. You still have feelings for her, don’t you? You still think she’s special.”

Bellatrix raised her wand, “Watch me.”

Draco stepped forward, “No, I won’t let you. If you want to torture someone, torture me.”

Y/N watched in disbelief as Draco stepped in front of her, shielding her from Bellatrix’s wand. Bellatrix laughed, “How noble of you, Draco. But I think we’ll have to do both of you. After all, what’s a little torture between star-crossed lovers?”

“No!” Narcissa shouted. “Draco, you stay out of this” Lucius added.

Y/N watched as Draco stepped closer to Bellatrix, his wand pointed at her. "I'm warning you, Bella. Let her go."

Bellatrix just laughed again. "Or what? You'll hex me? You don't have the stomach for it, Draco. You never have."

Draco was being held back by both of his parents.

Y/N felt tears well up in her eyes as Bellatrix carved the word “traitor” on her arm. She couldn’t believe this was happening.

Through gritted teeth, Draco whispered to Y/N, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Draco was in tears.

Y/N'S mother was already unconscious, and she couldn't bear to see her suffer any longer.

As Bellatrix continued to torture them, Y/N and Draco exchanged glances filled with pain and regret. Despite everything that had happened between them, they both knew that they still cared for each other. But in the midst of the chaos and violence, it seemed like there was nothing they could do to save themselves.

Suddenly, there was a loud crack that echoed through the room. Everyone turned to see Dobby, the house-elf, apparate into the room. He was holding a small kitchen knife, but his eyes blazed with a fierce determination.

"You will not hurt Master Draco's friend!” he squeaked, brandishing the knife.

Bellatrix sneered at the tiny elf. "What do we have here? A little rat trying to play with the big cats?"

Dobby didn't flinch. "You will not touch Master Draco's friend and her mother!" he repeated.

Bellatrix laughed cruelly. "Oh, how adorable. And what are you going to do about it, little elf?"

Without warning, Dobby lunged at Bellatrix, brandishing the knife. Bellatrix was caught off guard, and stumbled backwards, giving Y/N and her mother an opportunity to run towards Draco.

Draco quickly took hold of their arms, leading them towards the fireplace. "Come on, we have to get out of here!" he urged.

But Bellatrix and the other Death Eaters weren't about to let them escape that easily. They started casting spells in their direction, trying to prevent their escape.

Dobby darted around the room, dodging curses and hexes. He was small and nimble, and surprisingly quick with the knife. He managed to keep Bellatrix and the others occupied long enough for Draco, Y/N, and her mother to make it to the fireplace.

As they made their way through the streets of London, with Dobby trailing behind them, Draco explained his plan to Y/N. "My aunt, Andromeda Tonks, lives in the Order of Phoenix Headquarters. We can go there and stay until we figure out what to do next."

As they stand in front of the Order of Phoenix Headquarters, Y/N turned to Draco, her eyes filled with fear and gratitude. "Thank you, Draco," she said, her voice shaking. "I don't know what would have happened if you hadn't been there."

Draco's heart swelled with love and relief. "I'll always be there for you, Y/N," he said, his voice soft. "I'll never let anything happen to you."

Y/N nodded, grateful for Draco's help. "Thank you, Draco. You're risking so much for us."

Draco smiled sadly. "I'll do anything to keep you safe, Y/N. I just hope it's not too late to make things right between us."

“I love you and I never meant anything to happen to you. I ended things to protect you.” Said Draco rather in a sad voice.

Y/N looked at Draco, tears streaming down her face. "You can't just protect me by pushing me away, Draco," she said, her voice breaking. "I love you too, and I can't bear the thought of losing you."

Draco's eyes softened as he reached out to cup Y/N's cheek. "I know, and I'm sorry," he said, his voice filled with regret. "I was so scared of losing you, of putting you in danger. But now, I realize that pushing you away was the worst thing I could have done."

Y/N leaned into Draco's touch, her heart pounding in her chest. "So what happens now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Draco took a deep breath, his eyes locked on Y/N's. "Now, we start over," he said firmly. "Together. We face whatever comes our way, and we do it together. I love you, Y/N, and I never want to let you go again."

Y/N smiled through her tears, feeling the weight of the past lifting off her shoulders. "I love you too, Draco," she whispered, before leaning in for a kiss.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year ago

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Hi! First I'm sorry for your loss I am sending you extra love! Also can I please ask for 33 with Narcissa? Like Y/N is having a bad panic attack at night because of a thunderstorm so she leaves Narcissa alone in the bed. So when Narcissa finds Y/N gone she goes and looks for her. When Narcissa finds her Y/N is on the floor and scratching her arms till they bleed. And Narcissa helps her. Idk something like that if you can? If not it's ok! Also, can it be a Narcissa x fem!reader and fluff? Please and thank you! Again sorry for your loss.

Hi hi hi anon!! Thank you so much 🥹🥰 And thank you for your patience! I’d love to write this for you <33 Hope you’re well! & Hope you Enjoy ♥️

It Means Nothing Without You ~Narcissa Malfoy xFem Reader

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Warnings: self harm, crying, panic attacks, nightmares, implied unsafe situations, fluff, comforting, partial nudity, happy ending, etc.

Enjoy (:

“Why can’t you be good enough??” their voice shouted.

Boom!

“You act like you’re so different, but really, you’re just lazy!!” the voice echoes around the emptiness.

Crash!!

“You’re no different than all those other losers!” they shout, their volume increasing.

SMASH

“Why should I listen to you…?!” you desperately cry out.

“Because you know I’m right!! You’re worthless! Nothing! Useless!” They shout back.

BOOM!!!

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Suddenly, your eyes open and you sit straight up in your bed. You look around frantically, the sounds of the violent thunderstorm only making you more on edge. You sigh lightly as your gaze comes upon Narcissa. But now you can’t sleep. No, the nightmare and the thunderstorm have done it. You tried to go back to sleep, but you couldn't. Tears were starting to well up in your eyes. Sniffling in defeat, you got out of bed.

You started wandering around the manor, basically just pacing. Your heart was racing and you were shaky. You wandered until you were so dizzy and out of breath that you had to sit. You collapsed on one of the library sofas with a choked sob as silent tears ran down your cheeks.

Soon, your sobs became louder as you choked and struggled to breathe through your own tears. In the heat of the moment, you were too fidgety and began scratching your arms, leaving behind light red marks. But you didn’t stop. You fell to the floor in your pool of tears and continued to scratch your arms. It was the only thing which made sense. The only thing that had calm.

Suddenly, you heard the library doors open.

“Y/N? Darling, are you in here?” Narcissa’s voice called out.

You let out another choked sob, indicating to the witch that you were indeed in the library. The woman swiftly made her way over to you. You flinched, trying to hide your arms at the feeling of her gaze. Narcissa’s heart broke at the sight of you covered in your own tears and blood.

“Don’t do that…” She gently yet authoritatively spoke, “Let me see…”

Narcissa came down to the floor with you, and she picked you up to sit in her lap on the couch. Already the mere presence of the woman was calming you down. With the wave of her hand and the muttering of a spell, the mess was gone. You shyly then presented your arms to the woman.

“Oh Darling…” Narcissa cooed with sadness and care lacing her tone.

You looked down, ashamed of your actions, as soon as those words left your love’s mouth.

“I-I’m sorry…” you stammered in a hoarse voice, more tears rolling down your cheeks.

The witch then cupped your cheek and stared into your soul with affection and love. Her lips gave you a reassuring peck to your lips, before she then conjured some medical supplies onto the side table next to the sofa.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, hmmmm…?”

You wiped away your fresh tears and nodded, allowing the woman to clean your fresh wounds and bandage them up.

“Would you like to talk about it, my love…?” Narcissa softly urged you to talk to her.

“I… nightmares… storm… panic… again” You whispered, shifting in your spot so that Narcissa was laying back on the couch with her back tilted up and you on top of her, as you buried your face in her tits.

“I’m sorry, Darling… Would you like me to remove my shirt…?” she asked, knowing that skin to skin contact usually calmed you down.

You nodded bashfully into her chest. Narcissa chuckled lovingly as she lifted you back up and then removed her shirt, revealing her bare breasts. You immediately snuggled up against her chest and tits, humming in satisfaction.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Better…” you mumbled into her tits, “But not great…”

“Well how about we go get you a glass of water and something to nibble on? And then we can head back to bed?” She offered.

You nodded.

“But… Maybe a few more minutes here…?” You shyly mumbled.

“Sure, love.”

You two sat in the comfortable silence, Narcissa stroking and caressing your hair and figure, while you decompressed on top of her. Eventually, the witch scooped you up, along putting her shirt back on, and carried you to the manor kitchens. She acquired some water and some bread and cheese, and brought it all back to your shared room with you. Once you had drunk all the water and eaten a good deal of the bread and cheese, Narcissa took the plate and cup from you, humming in satisfaction.

“Good girl…” She hummed, while putting the dishes aside.

You blushed lightly at her words. The woman was then quick to join you back in bed, where you immediately cuddled back up with your love. Minutes ticked by and you were calming down more and more.

“Cissy…?” you whispered.

“Hmmmm…? Yes, my love…?” Narcissa murmured.

“Why… why didn’t you do a spell to make… to make the wounds go away…?”

At your words, the witch who you were so desperately holding onto sighed.

“Because Darling… I want you to have them as a reminder. I want you to remember that you can always come to me, instead of going to such extreme sanctions. I will always be tehre for you. Do you understand?”

“I do. I’m sorry, Cissy…” you murmured.

“Shhh, I know, love… Get some rest. We can talk about this more in the morning if you wish” Narcissa hummed.

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November Prompt 16: Fingertips

Words: 645 | Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

You’ve seen muggles addicted to things like money, cars, even alcohol, After all, everyone in the world has something they are addicted to, but you always found yourself back in the same place when it came to your own, plastered against the cool hallway wall in The Malfoy Manor with a bated breath.

Draco Malfoy is about six feet of the male version of sex on legs. His signature platinum blonde hair and piercing silver eyes had caught the eyes of many girls at school. It really drove everyone mad when he’d started growing scruff around his jawline, but none could handle the roughness around the edges like you could. Surprisingly, even being from different houses, Draco’s invited you here many times over breaks and his father never complained. Usually you’d just study together or complain about things neither of you have control over, but couldn’t discuss within the walls of the school. However, it never mattered which came first because it always ended the same.

Today, the mansion has been completely empty aside from you and Draco. The family elf, Dobby had been dismissed thanks to Harry himself just months ago and Lucius’ frequent business for the Ministry had kept him too occupied to bother finding a replacement. Draco’s mother, Narcissa has been keeping herself busy too lately, running alongside her sister, Bellatrix, doing who knows what. And in that same manner, you’ve been running around doing who knows what with Draco all week long.

It always started in the dining room. The long ebony table took up most of the room, but the family had hardly sat here for a proper meal. When you were alone in the comfort of your parent’s home, you’d think of Draco eating here alone, only served by an elf that would quickly be dismissed, and now, he doesn’t even get that.

The curtains don’t help much either. Heavy black, pure velvet clinging over the floor to ceiling windows and it sickened you. You could hardly see the sun through them, not a single plant would ever survive here, but they were a perfect accent in comparison to the emerald green chairs. At least his father thought so.

You’d sat closer to Draco today, side by side actually. You’d decided to open the curtains to let in some of the natural light. Draco protested, even going as far as rushing over to take your hands off. His father would be upset, of course, but you could handle it. Lucius didn’t scare you.

And with the sun peering through just right and Draco’s hand on yours, rays catch in the silvers of his irises. He must have noticed the same spark in your own eyes, a curiosity clouding your young lustful minds.

Draco’s lips were on yours faster than you could breathe and within that time, he had you right where he wanted you. So, you stand, half naked with goosebumps prickling across the surface of you skin from being smashed against the frigidness of the wall just outside his bedroom. You two couldn’t even make it that far, but that’s nothing new.

Draco’s lips always follow wherever his fingertips travel. From your curls to the tip of your bulbed nose, to your lips and the curve of your jawline. He took extra care to let his fingers curl around the base of your neck when he kissed there, causing you to moan up towards the ceiling in pleasure while he kissed deep into your skin, licking and biting too, before leaving the area warm and throbbing in his absence. The next thing you know, you’ve been kissed all over, inches of your body trembling against his touch and his absence. He always takes you into his room when you’re like this, drunk off the touch of his fingertips and kisses, and yearning to have your addiction completely satisfied.

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The Girl I love (Narcissa Malfoy x Y/n)

Narcissa Malfoy x fem!reader

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Warnings - Story written in the form of a poem

Summary: Narcissa talking about her love for Y/n... but with an unexpected twist.

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The girl that makes me smile is the girl I Love

The girl that makes me laugh is the girl I Love

The girl that comforts me is the girl I Love

The girl that gives the best hugs is the girl I Love

The girl with the pretiest smile is the girl I Love

The girl with the kindest words is the girl I Love

The girl I Love that wiped my tears... is the one that caused them...

The girl who I Loved was the one I Lost...

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disasterchild20 · 3 months ago

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Meeting them for the first time (Girls)

Lily

Ask if she can sit in the same train compartment as you

Notices you reading a muggle book

“I love that book, what part are you on?”

��I love it too, I’m on the part where Jo meets Laurie.”

Two of you immediately discussing favourite characters

Talk about books for the rest of the journey

Marlene

Meet her on the way to the common room when she’s just finished Quidditch practice

Helps you carry your books

“Why do you have so many books?”

“Research, I want to see how many dragons are in the UK at the minute.”

Starts asking you about dragons

Your eyes lighting up as you start talking

Mary

Accidentally knock her books out of her hands

Help her pick them up

“I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be, I was the one who bumped into you.”

You help her carry her books

Start discussing the books you’re carrying for her

Pandora

Stand next to her in Care of Magical Creatures

Compliments you bowtruckle drawing

“That’s amazing, you’ve really have an eye for detail.”

“Thank you, I really tried to capture his characteristics.”

Start talking about creatures

Shows you her drawing of a Niffler

Dorcas

Bump into each other when running late for lunch

Both of you ending up on the floor

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you.”

“It’s alright, I didn’t see you either.”

Getting up and helping her to her feet

Two of you getting to know each other as you head to lunch

Alice

You ask to sit with her on the train

She sees the pin badges on your bag

“I love your pin badges.”

“Thanks, I get a new one each time I go on holiday somewhere.”

Starts asking you about where you got each pin badge

End up talking about different things the whole journey

Narcissa

You find her in the library, glaring at her essay

You sit opposite and ask if she needs help

“I can’t remember all the properties of moonstone.”

“Here, I have them all written down in my notebook.”

You help her with the rest of her essay

She returns the favour by helping you with your Defence Against the Dark Arts essay

Bellatrix

She sees you sitting alone in the courtyard

Walks over and joins you

“What are you doing sat here alone?”

“Debating what I should draw next. The statue or the fountain.”

She asks to see your drawings

Sits with you while you continue to draw

Andromeda

You accidentally bump into her in the corridor

Both of you start apologising

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you.”

“It’s my fault, I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

Asks where you’re going in such a rush

Joins you, wanting to get to know you

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l-lenny · 1 year ago

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Dumb Krum … I love you too

Viktor Krum x Malfoy! Fem! Reader, Fred Weasley x Malfoy! Fem! Reader

Part 2/??

SERIES MASTERLIST

TW: english is not my first language

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The atmosphere got a bit melancholic “I hope I will make the cut. Karakoff said it would be just 12 people right?” You asked you best friend. When Viktor looked at you again you shivered. “Oh are you cold again?” He asked after he saw you. You shook your head. It was getting colder at Durmstrang, but you weren’t feeling cold. Somehow you couldn’t understand your feelings and actions at all. Maybe you were just overwhelmed by everything that is happening right now. With Triwizard tournament around the corner you came to age to compete. You and Vik celebrated yours birthdays after the World Cup, not long after that an announcement was made that only 12 students will come to Hogwarts for the tournament, only those who will pass the tryouts and are of age. And on top of all that you had so many classes and exams. Not mentioning that you tutored Viktor in almost every subject. His training with the Quidditch team took almost all of his time. “Y/n!” You jolted in your chair. “That’s it!” Viktor got up and scooped you up, throwing you on the bed. You yelped in surprise, eyes wide and heart racing. What was happening? Then you were buried under your blanket. You looked shocked. Viktor started laughing. “You knov? If you are cold you should have said so!“ you both burst out laughing. “What was that?” You asked him. “You vere cold! I hate to break it to you but as much as I vould like to take care of you again, ve have a triwizard tournament to attend.” It was true that in the past 7 years when you were sick he tried to make you fit in no time. Honestly you weren’t the most adaptable for the weather here. “Yeah we do.” You muttered burring your face in the soft blanket. “Does your father know?” He asked after a moment when he watched you. The two of you sat across each other. You on the foot of the bed and he on lay down back against headboard. “No, it’s better not to tell him I want to compete.” You said truthfully. You were scared to get another howler. One time it came right during dinner. Talk about embarrassment. And what was the howler about? Yes it was bloody potions. Viktor then made an surprised face, as if he just remembered something. “Oh it’s so late already?” He looked at your clock on the table. “We should get some sleep. Better for the tryouts.” You nodded. “You are awfully quiet today. Vhat happened?” Viktor give you his full attention. When you locked eyes with him your words left your throat. “Um-I” you fake-cough “I think I am just overwhelmed about the whole deal. And I would see my brother on daily basis not to mention my family will be so clo-.” He grabbed your shoulders and pulled you into his chest. After a while his scent made you relaxed. “For someone vho can kick ass of older and more experienced wizard you do stress about vrong things sometimes.” You both started laughing and you honestly felt better. “And you know I vill be coming too.” You slapped his chest playfully. “I bet I will be better.” He smirked “I bet I vill be faster!” You both then started to play fight each other. Pillows, blankets, feathers were flying everywhere. In a fit of laughter you both just enjoyed that moment.

You didn’t even blinked and you were getting ready for the tryouts. Putting you hair in high sleek ponytail and checking yourself in a mirror. Today was extremely chilly so you wore your favorite sweater on top of you uniform. This sweater was your favorite because Viktor got it for you last year as a gift. It wasn’t even your birthday. You sighed and marched out the door. When you came to the dueling grounds you noticed how many students just came. Not just to watch, but to the tryouts itself. Karakoff arrived shortly after you with a boom. The door flowed open an with a speed in his steps he made his presence known. “Students!” He yelled heavy accent in his tone. “The tryouts will be made out of 4 tests!” Not going to lie it was far less then you expected. “First test will be getting rid of opponent. Keep in mind that unfortunately unforgivable curses are banned from the tournament” said the principal rather angry. The test itself was easy. There was a mannequin in front of the student and you had to strike it down. The longer the distance the more points you will get. You saw some students who Karakoff personally disqualified after their poor attempts. You weren’t nervous. This was your thing and you were really good at it. “Next is Mr Kalsir!” Called Karakoff one of the boys in a year above. His hand was shaking slightly and when he made the casting he chose for it to be silent. Not bad but because his stance was of he fell as well. “Weak! Disqualified!” Yelled Karakoff. “Next, Mr Krum!” You silently wished him luck and Viktors name was cheered on and on. He got the mannequin at the end of the room! Very impressive. He was first to do that! “We can work with that.” Muttered Karakoff and Viktor went to few students who passed. He looked at you cheering you on as you name was called. “Miss Mal-“ before even the principal said your name you chanted “BOMBARDA MAXIMA!” With a massive explosion the mannequin came through a wall of the dueling grounds. Good thing that the mannequin was enchanted to be indestructible. Karakoff looked at you and nodded “You are going to the next test.” He said and you happily went to the small group of students. You smiled proudly the whole time. Some students even tried to copy you. No one making it as grand as you.

“Next test will be including mental strength.” Karakoff said in strong voice. Giving each student a wooden cube. You looked at the principal with confusion. “The faster you open the cube the better chance to go to next round. You started to take the cube apart when you remembered so many memories. The good ones and the bad ones. The intense flow of information overwhelming your mind. You were on the verge of tears when you remembered the last howler and you father scolding you all summer. Tired and overwhelmed you pulled out your wand and said “inscendio!” The cube catching in fire and then making a blue fire. When the cube turned to ash you saw pieces of dementors cloaks and seeds of young chamenia. Dementors clothes are highly contagious of bad aura and used in many negative potions. Chamenia was mainly used here as a booster because it’s smell can transfer many spiritual energy. This was clever. You were glad you passed and were ready to next test.

“Only 19 of my students left. It can be better! Listen!” Karakoff announced. “You will each get a broom and your goal is to catch most of the fairy lights.” When he said that all of you got a broom. You mounted and when you got a signal you took of. Viktor was excellent at this. It was right his alley. You struggled a little bit while making sharp turns. Ignoring all the comments of the students. The lights were lively and bounced in the air. When you catched one it followed you everywhere you flew. You were getting cold after sorting though the air. That worsened you form. You just hoped to get enough lights. You managed to be fourth with the most fairy lights. The first was Viktor. You were so proud of him.

“Last will be greeting an animal. Try and tame it or take it down.” Karakoff said when all off the competing students were taken away. You all were sat in a room, where you couldn’t hear a thing. It was just 15 students. You were last to go and greet this animal. When professor Silverbane, your magi zoology teacher, came for you you were prepared. At lest you thought so until you saw a wild Graphorn. How did they even managed to get it? This beast was large and greyish purple with a humped back. His skin tougher then dragons and repelling spells. It has two very long, sharp horns, walks on large, four-thumbed feet, and has an extremely aggressive nature. Mountain trolls can occasionally be seen mounted on Graphorns, though the latter do not seem to take kindly to attempts to tame them and it is more common to see a troll covered in Graphorn scars. You remembered the lessons os professor Silverbane. It’s not common, it was rare blessing if Graphorn befriend a witch or wizard. You saw the beast to look at you. Immediately you dropped on your knees to be same eye level and never left its gaze. It have to attack first and then you would knock it down. The Graphorn huffed and took a step closer. Fierce gaze upon you and then it took of. Moving so fast ready to strike. You managed to step away from its way. Students cheering in a distance. When it made its way towards you another time. Making its horns ready to pierce through you you stood up and didn’t move an inch. The beast stopped and looked at you. In the moment on confusion you fired a spell hoping it would be powerful enough to make it through its thick skin. “Aresto momentum” you said. The beast enraged marched towards you again. But this time it was slower and much sloppier in its movements. You took it as a sign and charged towards the beast. Students making a sounds of shock. You fired the spell again. And the beast stopped completely, falling to the ground. Your legs were shaking. Did you just win? “Good work” was heard from Karakoff after a while followed by a loud cheering. The headmaster of the institute, Karakoff himself gave you a compliment? You should be proud. And you were. The headmaster made official end to the tryouts and read the names who will go with him to Hogwarts to compete. “-and Miss Malfoy.” You were shocked. You actually made it. Some students cheered, some celebrated and some sulked. Feeling so proud you let out a blinding smile, smile so infectious that Viktor and the other students shared it. Today’s mission was accomplished.

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seriousaboutsiriusblack · 2 months ago

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me running in gym class:

me running to the cafeteria to buy chicken nuggets:

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ellecdc · 9 months ago

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Hi! I’ve never requested to anyone before, but I really love how you write Regulus. Could I request an arranged marriage with Regulus, where Regulus was head over heels for Reader at Hogwarts but kept her at arm’s length knowing he was bound to an arranged marriage? And him not knowing what to do now that they are finally married. With a calm and observant Reader. I hope it’s not too much trouble 😬😊Thank you!

such a sweet idea! thanks for your request!! I hope you do again 🫶

The Arranged Marriage of Regulus' Dreams

Regulus Black x fem!reader - arranged marriage (no Voldemort AU)

“You’re fucking with me.” Regulus hissed to Narcissa as he watched you and your parents walk through the door of 12 Grimmauld Place.

Narcissa smirked and nudged her younger cousin out into the hall. “Nope, now go on cousin, say hello to your fiancée.”

Regulus thought he was dreaming. No. Certainly he was dead. Would he have gotten into heaven though? Surely not. But if he wasn’t in heaven, then what were you doing here?!

“Mr. L/N, Mrs. L/N. Miss. L/N.” Walburga Black greeted the family as the Black family house Elf, Kreacher, took their outer robes.

“Ah, not Miss. L/N for much longer though.” Your father laughed as he jostled your shoulder a little too roughly, causing you to teeter slightly in your heels.

Regulus wanted to kill him.

“Of course! Tomorrow’s the big day, hm? The most important moment in a young woman’s life.” Orion Black proclaimed as he ushered everyone into the dining room. Regulus noticed your slight grimace at his father’s words, but your face softened as you made eye contact with him.

He smiled softly and bowed his head, taking your hand in his to place a chaste kiss to your knuckles – just like a proper pureblood heir ought to when meeting their betrothed.

Regulus had no idea it was you he was bound to marry.

Most noble and high-ranking pureblood families partook in arranged marriages. The heir of the family was the most important – most coveted. Regulus wasn’t always the heir – so his engagement wasn’t announced to him until his 5th year – the year that Sirius ran away from home.

The Black’s were readying their new heir; getting their affairs in order.

Regulus could admit that he didn’t really agree with everything his parents stood for. Sirius may have been able to escape his parent’s clutches, but Regulus wasn’t as lucky.

He found the idea of arranged marriage to be a little archaic, but he was nothing if not a loyal, devoted son. No matter how much it hurt.

No matter. Regulus understood his duty.

He had been crushing hard on this pretty witch in the year below him at Hogwarts for years, but he never felt confident enough to act on it. By the time he was confident enough to act on it – he’d been promised to someone else, so he never ended up pursuing it. What was the point of falling in love when you were bound to be married for business?

And here that witch was…with her parents…in his home…the evening before his wedding…as his bride.

No…certainly this was a prank. A joke. A stroke? He was dead. In heaven? Maybe this was his hell.

He must have been running on autopilot, because suddenly he was seated beside you at the formal dining room after he had tucked your chair in under you, listening to the adults the parents discuss business.

He didn’t feel much like an adult right now.

He felt like a prepubescent schoolboy with a crush.

How humiliating.

“So, Orion and I will be leaving tomorrow immediately after the wedding.” Walburga announced. “Regulus will be the official head of the Ancient and Most Noble House of Black along with his wife Y/N, and we will leave the affairs to them.”

“What are your plans for after the wedding?” You father asked Walburga.

Regulus wanted to roll his eyes. Isn’t that the kind of question people are meant to ask the bride and groom?

“Where’s the honeymoon? What are your plans afterwards? Where will you be living? Do you plan on having kids?”

Regulus had to stop his train of thought – getting a little too excited thinking about his marriage…to you.

Surely he was dead. Surely.

“We have a few properties in France.” Orion interjected before Walburga continued.

“We’ll be residing in a vineyard in the South of France. Retirement will be good for Orion.”

“How lovely. You’re resigning from your position in the Wizengamot?” Your mother inquired.

You and Regulus shared a look and a shy smile before returning to your plates.

“Regulus will be overtaking my position in the courts, as well as the Black’s affairs in the Ministry. We donate a lot of money to keep that government running.” Orion stated proudly. Regulus fought the urge to grimace.

“It’s a good thing too – Salazar knows that place would be run by mudbloods and halfbreeds if we weren’t careful.” Walburga added.

Regulus had to hand it to you – the only sign you even heard his mother was the slight raising of your eyebrows before the returned to their rightful place above your eyes.

He was smitten.

“Well, our darling Y/N will be a wonderful addition to the Black legacy. She was top of her class, she’s a powerful witch, and loyal to her kind.” You father proclaimed, jostling your shoulder once again.

Regulus couldn’t help himself; he gently placed his hand on the same shoulder your father’s hand was and brushed it – effectively shooing your father’s hand away. He rubbed your shoulder consolingly before returning his gaze to the table.

But not before he caught Narcissa’s knowing smirk as she eyed the two of you.

“Marvellous. I think this will be a very wonderful match.” Walburga proclaimed.

Regulus didn’t often like agreeing with his mother – but he couldn’t help but feel the same.

The house was disturbingly quiet after the affairs that took place today.

The trip to the ministry to get your marriage license. Your ceremony on the grounds of Malfoy Manor, and the reception that here at 12 Grimmauld Place, where your image and name were added to the Black Family tapestry.

This is where Regulus found himself now, in the formal living room – hiding from you.

Not hiding from you.

Sort of hiding from you.

Regulus never grew up expecting much; at least not much of what he wanted. He lucked out getting to play quidditch, but everything else had been decided for him.

His house at Hogwarts was decided for him. His friends were decided for him. His marriage was decided for him.

But now that he had this? A marriage with you – the one witch he would have actually chosen for himself?

Well, he just didn’t know what to do with himself.

So, he was hiding in the formal living room, staring at the Black Family tapestry where your name and portrait was woven in beside his.

He had never felt this lucky before.

His eyes, as they often did, wandered over to the place where Sirius’ name and portrait had been blasted off some years ago.

Regulus got what he wanted in you… he only wished his brother had been there too.

This is how you found him, standing against the back of a settee with the sleeves of his button-down rolled up, shirt untucked and tie loosened.

“Oh, hi L/N…erm…” he trailed off awkwardly as you smiled kindly at him.

“I supposed you’ll have to call me by my name, now that we’re married.” You stated plainly as you moved to stand beside him to look at the tapestry.

“Did you know?” Regulus asked quietly after a few moments of silence.

“Know what?”

“Know that it was going to be me? That you were to be married to?” He clarified.

You shook your head in the negative. “I never bothered asking. Didn’t think there was much sense, seeing as there was nothing to be done about it.”

Regulus nodded in understanding. “Are you disappointed?”

“That it was you?” You asked. Regulus nodded. “Not at all.”

Regulus hoped his relief wasn’t as evident on his face as it felt.

You turned your head back to the tapestry before pulling your wand out and stepping towards it. You pointed it gently at the place Sirius’ name was and murmured something quietly.

Regulus watched in awe as the strands of the portrait stitched themselves back together, proudly displaying his big brother again.

“Is this alright?” you asked as you turned to observe him. He nodded dumbly as he swallowed against a painful lump in his throat. His eyes flitted to Andromeda’s burn mark.

“Do you mind doing that one too?” He asked quietly.

You smiled softly and turned back, repeating the spell until Andromeda’s name was once again displayed on the wall.

“The Black’s can be whoever you want them to be now, you know?” You murmured quietly, eyes intent on Regulus’ form.

“I’m happy with the newest addition, so far.” He admitted shyly, wishing he was bold enough to proclaim exactly what he thought of you.

You smiled bashfully, and Regulus delighted in the slight flush that coloured your cheeks. “What else should we do?”

Regulus thought for a moment before a devious grin grew across his face.

“I say we start by pulling the funding from the Ministry. What do you think, my dear wife?”

Your smile looked like it was trying to be as wicked as Regulus’, but you fell painfully short. Regulus doubted you could ever manage looking anything but sweet.

“Sound’s perfect, darling.”

Regulus was in heaven – surely.

#regulus black imagine #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #regulus black #sirius and regulus #marauders au #marauders era #ask elle #reader insert #self insert #the ancient and most noble house of black #ellecdc fics

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 1 year ago

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Prompt 2 with Cissy please! And girl not boy if possible!

Heyyyy there anon!! Of course, thank you for the request! Hope you Enjoy ♥️

Goddess’s Good Girl ~Daddy!Narcissa Malfoy xFem Reader

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#2. “Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts”

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!!, smut, eating out, Daddy kink, restraints, praise kink, body adoration, Master kink, teasing, bondage kink, etc.

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You were kneeling on the edge of her bed. Completely nude. Awaiting her command. Your thighs clenched together in anticipation. Your breath had fled you long ago. Your face was flushed with red. You bit your lips anxiously, as you awaited the poised woman’s word.

“Be a good girl and tie yourself to the bed posts” she husked.

Your breath hitched and you nodded vigorously in recognition.

“Yes Master…” you breathed out, scurrying to do the woman’s bidding.

The first tie, you got with ease, but you were struggling with the second one… You huffed in frustration and finally just uttered a spell under you breath, that then bonded your other hand to the other bedpost with ease. You then looked to the end of the bed at Narcissa with anticipation.

The witch began to strip, slowly and tantalizingly. Her dress slipped off and fell to the floor, revealing more of her creamy skin. Next, she unhooked her bra, letting that fall to the ground as well, revealing her perky and swell breasts to your needy, tied up frame. Her pins from her hair were next to go. Pin by pin fell to the ground, letting her hair cascade down to her shoulders. Lastly, she teasingly shimmied her knickers down her long, luscious legs, and proceeded to step out of them.

You squirmed against your restraints, your core super slick and ready for the woman. Narcissa tilted her head to the side and smirked at your powerless figure. She slowly crawled up the bed to meet you, like a predator stalking her prey. Her delicate yet direct fingers spread your legs open wide. Her eyes sparkled wickedly as they met your dripping sex.

“Have you followed Daddy’s instructions…?” She purred inquisitively.

You nodded.

“Yes Daddy. I haven’t touched myself while you were away…” you whimpered.

“You're such a good girl for Daddy.” Narcissa hummed in delight.

Those words alone sent sparks of pleasure to your core. You whimpered desperately at the woman’s praise alone. You desperately tried to stop yourself from bucking your hips up in need. Especially when the witch lowered her head down to your needy cunt. And when her tongue licked a stripe down your pussy…

You fucking lost it…

Your hips jerked up to meet the woman’s tonguing. But her hands were quick to firmly plant themselves on your thighs, her nails digging into your skin while she firmly held your hips down to bed. Her tongue then explored your folds slowly and with much delight. She drew whimpers, and mewls, and moans from your desperate lips. Each sinful sound louder and more leud than the last.

“Your mouth was made to moan underneath my touch…” Narcissa purred wickedly into your fluttering pussy.

And when her tongue entered your aching cunt… Her moves were made slowly and with intent, her tongue sliding into your throbbing pussy and back out again tantalizingly, only for her to repeat the same movement again and again. You were squirming against your restraints so much, you knew they would leave marks. But you didn’t care. No, your mind was only on one thing. Her. Narcissa and her skilled tongue, as it fucked your desperate pussy…

“Your whole body was made to be taken by me…” the woman lustfully husked.

Her words sent shivers up your entire body. From your toes to the points of your ears. Shivers going straight to your core. You were too far gone to actually respond to the woman. And Narcissa knew that. Her chest swelled with pride when she managed to fuck all the coherence out of you. Her tongue unraveling you, leaving you a whimpering, blubbering mess. Each touch of the woman’s sending you closer and closer to the edge.

“You love when Daddy touches you...” Narcissa hummed into your cunt.

All you could do was nod desperately, as her tongue sped up its administrations. You were close. So close. And Cissy knew it. She could feel your clingy walls fluttering pathetically around her tongue more and more. So she brought her thumb up to your clit, beginning to circle your sensitive bundle of nerves teasingly. But this action was enough to send you over the edge… You came, squirting your juices all over the woman’s tongue and screaming her name like a broken record.

“You're a slutty little girl for your Master, aren't you?” Narcissa wickedly cooed, lapping up all your juices, meeting your hooded gaze, and crawling up to connect her cum splattered lips with yours.

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ash-whimsicalfanfic · 1 year ago

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Obsession

Tom Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 5K

Warnings: Mild language, Graphic, Smut, Toxic, Possessive, Protective, Angst, Fluff, Suggestive, Anger…

Prompt: Y/N Black is a mystery to many. She isn’t interested in making friends, only her studies. However, unbeknownst to many, one boy has piqued her interest——Tom Riddle. Little did she know, he had an obsession with her.

Sidenote: I did use some spells from the vampire diaries just for the heck of it. I may do a part two, but I’m not sure if it really needs it. I’ll leave it up to you guys!

Everyone seemed more chattier than usual. Maybe it was the upcoming Yule Ball or maybe it was because holidays were approaching. However, you hated the buzzing chatter, the obnoxious shouting, and all of the crowded halls. You had tried to go to the library as an escape from this madness, but everyone had infiltrated the library even.

You were the Scrooge that everybody was painfully aware of as you stormed through the halls with your books clutched to your chest. If you were a Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, or Gryffindor, they would have laughed at the irked expression on your face. However, knowing you were a Slytherin strikes fear in many.

Not to mention you were a mystery to many. You were oh so quiet, along with a freakishly amount of smart, and an unearthly amount of beautiful. You chose to stick to yourself, choosing to not make any friends. You instead chose to have acquaintances in case a group project popped up, however you normally managed to worm your way out of that so you could work alone.

That was how you preferred doing things, alone. Other students have given up on trying to befriend you, seeing it as pointless. Guys would still try and ask you out, but their advances failed. They hadn’t noticed that your interest was piqued by a boy already. However, it seemed that he was just like you.

Tom Riddle was a handsome young man with jet black curly-ish hair and dark brown eyes that looked almost black from afar. He was fairly tall and had a lean look. His face was always blank…passive as he studied or walked through the halls or even when he was with his group of “friends”. They were his followers in his mind, not his friends. To anyone else, they saw them as a happy friend group.

You had noticed the things that anyone would pick up about Tom from afar, like his intelligence. Tom excelled in all of his classes, in fact he was tied at the top of the year with you. He too was introverted, preferring to be alone and in silence. For someone as passive as Tom, you noticed things he did. When he was judging something, he’d lean back in his chair, occasionally quirking an eyebrow as if he was impressed or annoyed.

When he was in a rather intuitive or creative mood, his eyes seemed to be a lighter shade of brown and he would get carried away in his journal. When he was thinking, he would zone out on his journal or something in the room.

You noticed that he’d clench his jaw until a muscle there ticked when he got angered. When he was annoyed, he had a tendency to sigh.

“Y/N!” Narcissa calls.

She stood among Tom Riddle and all of his “friends”. Tom’s eyes find you who was clearly irritated. You had made your way through the crowd and head towards her.

“Yes?” You ask.

“Hey, that is no way to talk to your favorite cousin.” Narcissa scolds.

“Who said you were my favorite?” You ask.

“It’s because it is me.” Bellatrix grins.

“Not you either.” You mutter.

“Moving on, have you seen Sirius or Regulus?” She asks.

“I’m not their keeper, Narcissa.” You mutter.

“They said they were meeting up with you.” She says, sighing in frustration.

“Well they didn’t. I need to get to class.” You mutter.

Before you could go, Bellatrix grabs your upper arm in a tight grip. You turn back to her with a clenched jaw as Narcissa steps back, muttering an “Uh-Oh”.

“Leaving so soon, cousin?” She mocks.

“Bellatrix, I’m warning you now to let go or you will regret it.” You warn calmly.

“What will you do? You're all goody two shoes, yet your in Slytherin. I think that dumb hat sorted you into the wrong house.” She says.

You pull your wand free, pointing it at her as you mutter “Stupefy”. You roll your eyes as she flies backwards through the crowd.

“If I wouldn’t get expelled, I would definitely crucio you or use the killing curse on you for your information. However, nothing is stopping me once we graduate.” You say, before turning and leaving the group stunned.

Tom smiles slightly as he watches you walk away, finding himself even more intrigued with you than he originally was. Call it an interest or maybe an obsession at this point. He liked to watch you when he could. He noticed things about you that he was sure no one else noticed.

He knew you were a quiet and mysterious girl, but underneath that “innocent” mask you wore, he knew there was a strong woman with a dangerous mind. You were far from innocent and today proved that more so to him. To anyone else, you were that innocent girl. However, when you let your guard down if you were stressed or angry or irritated, he could see the danger swirling in your (eye color) eyes.

He lets his smile fall, regaining his composure before turning back to his group. Bellatrix was back on her feet, a scowl on her face as Narcissa helped hold her up. He watches as Sirius and Regulus join them.

“What is wrong with you?” Sirius asks.

“Your bloody sister is what is wrong! She used stupefy on me!” She snaps.

“How pissed off did you make her?” Regulus chuckles, shaking his head.

“You both told me you were meeting with her about becoming a follower. Yet, she hasn’t seen either of you all day. So, where were you both off to?” Narcissa snaps.

“Have you seen how mad she can get? We learned not to mess around when she gets mad, Issa. When she is mad, she will take down anyone in her path. We’ve learned how to avoid making her mad. So, you go have that conversation with her because I rather not get crucio’d again.” Sirius says.

“Wow.” Avery mutters.

“She may be quiet and keeps to herself, but Y/N is a ticking time-bomb when you make her mad. She is intelligent, and maybe too intelligent for her own good. She also liked being stronger than others in magic, so that is why she studies so hard. However, because she is so antisocial and introverted, even as a child before Hogwarts, she took her studies serious, so she doesn’t understand fun. She is boring.” Sirius says.

“I bet she hasn’t ever shagged anyone, or snogged! A sixth year and a virgin! That is embarrassing.” Bellatrix cackles.

That further piqued Tom’s interest about you.. He found himself having more thoughts about you, both innocent and sinful thoughts. However, his sinful thoughts changed to the exception of you being a virgin. That made him feel a possessiveness over you he wasn’t quite sure how to feel about. However, he knew that the idea of you being with anyone else was sickening to him. You were his, you just didn’t know it yet.

Your studies past fairly quickly and you were heading towards the Great Hall. You sit at your normal spot, Regulus sitting next to you. Tom sat a table down with his “friends”, however his focus was on you. Regulus gently closed your books, pushing them away.

“Eat, then study.” He stresses softly.

As irritated as you were about him taking away your books, you listened. Tom quirked a brow, finding himself wondering if it was often you got so distracted by your studies that you didn’t take care of yourself the best. His eyes roam over you slowly, noticing the dark circles under your eyes along with the thinning face of yours. So, it was often, he thought.

“Y/N! My favorite sister! How has your day been?” Sirius asks as plops down across from you.

“What do you want?” You ask, sighing as you pushed your food around on your plate.

“Nothing to do with studies I hope, she is taking a break to eat.” Regulus stresses.

You close your eyes as the two start to argue, resting your chin on your hand. You open your eyes when Regulus stands, his voice getting louder.

“Enough!” You snap, the two instantly quieting.

It had gotten the attention of those around your table. You take in a slow breath before letting it out, regaining your composure before looking between your brothers with a blank look.

“You two bicker like a bunch of children. This is our brief moment to be able to hang out, however you both don’t know how to push aside your differences because you both are too hot-headed and irrational.” You rant.

You snatch up your books that Regulus had pushed away from you earlier and stood from the table as you left the Great Hall.

Tom watched you leave before looking between your brothers, before his eyes fell on your plate of untouched food. He puts some food in his bag, going unnoticed and decides to leave himself. He made his way to the library, heading to the forbidden section where he assumed you’d be. He feels a brief moment of pride flare in his chest, right about where you had gone. He clears his throat and you look up from your notes.

“Here. I noticed you didn’t eat.” He says.

His voice surprised you. It was deep, soft and mysterious. He pulled out some food he took from the Great Hall and handed it to you.

“Thank you.” You murmur.

He nods, going to leave and you begin working on your studies again. You sigh as a loud group comes into the library.

“Would you allow me to show you a place I like to go?” He asks, looking back down at you.

“I don’t see why not.” You admit, gathering your stuff before standing.

You follow behind Tom, not quite sure where he was taking you. You knew of his quest to become the Dark Lord. Some of his followers had big mouths, so you heard more than everyone thought you knew. They assumed you were clueless about his current quest and they all were tip-toeing around who would be the one to break the news to you. However, you knew. You knew more than them in fact.

He looks around, making sure there was no other students or professors in the hall before a door appears in the wall. Your lips part from surprise as he ushers you in, following behind you. You looked around the empty room in awe.

“The Room of Requirements…I’ve heard of it and I’ve looked everywhere for it.” You mumble.

“Yes, I searched for this room for awhile myself. I later learned that the room only will appear in great need.” Tom explains, seeming rather smug about finding it.

“The room seems to know you quite well…and you seem to know the room quite well too. Otherwise, the door wouldn’t have appeared because I’m sure my studies are not in great need.” You say, turning back to him.

You feel a heat spread across your body as you catch his eyes on you. The dark eyes slowly trail over you, mapping out your body. His eyes stop on your blouse where you had a few buttons undone since you were alone and had started to get a little hot in the confined aisles of the forbidden section in the library.

He steps forward, closing the distance between the two of you. You look up, not realizing that he was this tall. He puts a hand out and gently grasps your hip before trailing it up your side. He tugs on the middle of your blouse, revealing more of your cleavage, before he starts undoing the remaining buttons.

“That and maybe because I am in great need of you.” He murmurs, leaning down to trail his lips along your neck.

You shiver, feeling a trail of goosebumps being left behind from the ghost touch. His hands find your shoulders where he pushes the robes off before pushing your blouse off along with it. He leaves a soft kiss on your racing pulse, before he pulls back to look down at you.

You were left in a dark green lace bra, and he tsked quietly, approving the way they made your breasts look. The bra seemed to work as a push-up bra, but really Narcissa had gotten you the wrong size this year.

His eyes trail over your stomach, noting the soft curves he would be sure to feel later. His eyes focus on the short school-girl skirt, also Narcissa’s doing. You didn’t fret much about it as you knew you’d wear your robe more often than not. You were wearing knee high stockings with a pair of mary-janes.

“The school girl skirt, hmph, your just asking to be fucked, aren’t you?” He asks, a smirk slowly spreading across his face.

“Tom.” You say breathlessly.

“Leave the skirt on, but take your panties off.” He orders.

He begins unbuttoning his own shirt, watching you. You were frozen in place before you start to work the panties down. He held a hand out, looking at you expectantly. Your shaky hand places the matching dark green lace panties into his hand.

He balls it up and sticks it in his blazer pocket. You watch as his long, slender fingers work his belt off. Your eyes focused on his veiny hands.

“Hands and knees.” He says.

You slowly drop to your knees, turning over, no longer able to watch his next move. You get on your hands, moving so you are on your elbows. You arch your back down, sticking your ass out more.

Tom licks his lips slowly, swallowing hard as he watches you get into the position. He inhales deeply, watching as you arch your back. He puts a clenched fist to his mouth, lightly biting himself, not quite sure if this was really happening. The skirt hid nothing. He could see the big globes that he found himself really attracted to. He never would have taken himself as an ass man.

His eyes trail further down to see your glistening entrance. He pushes his pants off before he gets on the ground behind you. He brushes your hair over your shoulder, before he finds himself tracing down your spine lightly. You shiver unintentionally, however he enjoyed the effect he on you.

“How bad do you want me?” He murmurs into your ear.

“Please, Tom.” You whisper as you push your hips back.

“Pathetic. Do you want my cock or not?” He asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and roughly jerking your head back.

A breathless moan fills the thick air in the room as a heat spreads across your scalp. He clenches his jaw, feeling himself twitch from the sound he heard. It was the beginning of a beautiful symphony, one he didn’t realize how much he’d become crazed for.

“Tom! Please! I need you!” You cry, feeling frustrated that he wasn’t touching you where you wanted to be touched.

He smirks, gently grabbing your hips. He uses his other hand to guide himself into your dripping entrance. He groans, your walls immediately grasping onto him, suffocating him. You moan lowly, your hands grasping at the stone floor as your eyes flutter shut.

“Fuck.” He curses, working himself in and out of you slowly.

“Tom, please.” You plead, pushing your hips back.

“Is my cock the first one you’ve ever had?” He asks, his eyes burning in the back of your head as he awaited your response.

“Yes! Please, Tom!” You cry.

He couldn’t help the grin across his face. He heard it, but he wasn’t sure if maybe you just kept them out of the loop. But, knowing he was the one to take your virginity was exhilirating to him.

“I better be the only cock you have here. You are mine.” He warns.

“Yes! I-I’m yours, Tom!” You moan as he starts to move at a faster pace.

“I’ll kill any boy who dares to be with you, because you are mine! I’ll punish you if I see you talking to some boy.” He growls, his hips now savagely moving.

You cry for more, your soft and loud moans were music to his ears. He breathed heavily along with you as held onto your hips tightly. Skin smacking echoed in the room and you heard his soft groan which sent you coming. He groans louder as you clench around him, coming around him.

You stood on shaky legs, buttoning up your blouse and grimacing as you feel your shared climaxes slowly leaking out of you. He grasps your chin, looking at you with a stern look.

“Keep it in. I want you to know who fucked you.” He says.

“Tom, I need my panties.” You say as your cheeks flush.

“Find another way to keep it in.” He says, before focusing back on straightening himself out.

You pull your blazer on along with your robes before grabbing your books and hurrying out. You reach the Slytherin common room, Narcissa and Bellatrix looking up from their game of cards. Sirius and Regulus’s backs were to you.

“Oh my god, you got shagged!” Narcissa exclaims with a grin.

“Who was it?” Bellatrix asks.

“Yeah, I’d like to know.” Sirius seethes, taking in your disheveled hair and the hickeys on your neck.

Narcissa looks at your knees to see that they were scraped up, but you choose to ignore your brothers and cousins as you make your way past them. Regulus laughs, yelling “Atta girl!”

A small smile graces your lips at your little brothers comment. He too was protective of you, but he knew you inside and out. He and you were far closer than you were with Sirius. You get to your dorm and think of showering, but then your mind wanders to Tom. Keep it in…

You pull on a pair of fresh panties as you change into your nightware. You found yourself tossing and turning for a long while before you fell asleep. By the time it was time to wake up, you were exhausted. You could sleep in, but that ruins your morning routine.

You go to the shower, grimacing at the burn in your stomach. It was now that you realized you didn’t eat once yesterday. You finished up in the bathroom before pulling on a black lingerie set. You gasp as your door opens and Tom walks in.

“I knew you’d be awake.” He says, his eyes slowly roaming over you and some of the bruises he had made from where he held you still.

“Tom, what are you doing here?” You ask, grabbing a random robe and pulling it on.

“I’ve seen it all, darling. I wanted to tell you no more skirts.” He says and you look at him confused.

“I…Is it because how short they are?” You ask.

“That and the school girl skirt should be meant for my eyes when we are alone. Do you understand?” He asks.

“I…yes, Tom.” You say quietly.

He grins, looking at your neck where you had several hickeys before he leaves. You frown and look at the outfit you had prepared for this morning. It consisted of a school girl skirt.You sigh, grabbing a dark green skater skirt that ended a little about mid-thigh. There wasn’t much you could do about the length of your skirts until you went shopping again.

You grab your button up blouse and your Slytherin tie. You grab the blazer and sigh when you see dust on it. You hang it back up, deciding you will have to clean it later because you don’t have time now.

You pull on your knee socks and mary-janes when there was a knock at your dorm door. You open it and see it was Narcissa.

“I came bearing gifts.” She says.

You open the door and she guides you to the small vanity as she begins to help you cover the hickeys on your neck and jawline.

“So, who was it?” She asks.

“I’m not sure if I’m ready to say who it was yet.” You murmur.

“Did he force you? I’ll make him suffer the worst ways imaginable.” She says seriously.

“No, no, he didn’t force me. I’m just not sure what is happening yet. I don’t know if it merely was just another shag to him or if it’ll turn into something. However, he’s being a little controlling of what I wear, mainly my skirts.” You explain.

“I feel like I already know who this is.” She says, sighing.

“Who?” You ask.

“Tom Riddle?” She asks.

“Oh…how did you know?” You ask.

“Tom is…many things. I don’t know if he is capable of love and a relationship. He is a very possessive man. And I mean to the extent that it isn't healthy. He is ill-tempered and easily jealous. Not to mention he can be obsessive too. I personally think you should put some distance between the two of you and let things die down. I don’t know what his intentions are, but I’m sure they aren’t good.” She explains.

“Alright.” You say quietly.

You were quite sure how to feel. But, you knew Narcissa meant well and you also knew that she knew Tom better than you. You trusted her advice almost as you trusted Regulus’s.

“All done.” She says.

“Thank you, Issa.” You murmur and she nods.

She leaves you to your thoughts and you realize you need to head down to the Great Hall for breakfast. You gather your books and make your way out of your dorm in a daze. You head to the Great Hall and see everyone was already there. You ignore the burning stare that you knew belonged to Tom Riddle.

“Hey, you okay? You seem out of it? And your running late.” Regulus says.

“Oh, I’m fine. I think I’m just in need of food. I realized I didn’t eat once yesterday.” You explain.

“Y/N/N, you’ve got to take better care of yourself. I will start treating you like I did the first year.” He warns.

“I know, I know, and I promise I’ll do better.” You sigh.

“Why is Riddle staring at you? He seems pissed.” He whispers.

“Oh, who knows.” You sigh, briefly glancing at Tom.

Tom was staring at your neck where your hickeys would be, but thanks to Narcissa, they were no longer there. You managed to eat some of your food before it began to make you feel sick. You felt suffocated with Tom glaring daggers into you and Sirius was no better.

“Stop it.” Regulus warns Sirius.

“I want to know who it was.” He snaps, looking back at you.

You clench your jaw, narrowing your eyes at him as you take a slow breath in and let it out. You pull your wand out and keep your hand rested on the table, so you don’t draw anymore attention to you.

“Keep glaring, brother and watch how fast you end up in the hospital wing.” You warn lowly.

“Guys.” Narcissa warns.

“Who is he?” He growls lowly, leaning closer to you.

“Oh shit. Take cover!” Regulus says, going under the table.

You reach forward, grabbing Sirius’s tie and pull him closer as your face heats from anger.

“Astronomy tower, now.” You grit out.

He stands and storms out and you stand as Regulus pokes his head out.

“Don’t kill him please.” He pleads.

You storm out of the Great Hall, wand in hand as you make your way towards the Astronomy tower to see him already there and waiting.

“Who is it!?” He snaps as you both circle each other.

“Sirius, it’s none of your business. Stop trying to act like the older and protective brother. Stop acting like you care!” You snap.

“I do care! You're my sister.” He snaps.

“Guys. Let’s try to keep calm.” Narcissa says as she walks in with her group.

“Yeah, let’s just hug it out and make up.” Regulus says.

“I want to know who has my sister acting like a tramp.” He snaps.

“Oh no….oh no! Oh no! Back up, back up, back up!” Regulus says as he pushes everyone back.

“Bombarda!” You fast and Sirius curses as he tries to dodge the mini explosion you casted his way.

“Confundo!” He shouts, but you dodge it.

“Everte Statum.” You cast, watching as he flies back against the wall, his wand falling in the process.

You walk forward, grabbing his wand before looking down at him.

“Impulsa Animositas!” You snap, gaining confused looks from around the room.

“I…Y/N, have you been creating spells again?” Regulus asks cautiously.

“Again?” Narcissa asks alarmed.

“What did you do to me?” Sirius snaps.

“Say something mean. To any of us.” You say, smirking.

“What the hell did you do to me you crazy bi—ow!” He exclaims after feeling a jolt of electricity go through you.

“Just as I assumed. This spell will zap you everytime you try and say something mean.” You say.

“That’s child’s play you idiot!” He snaps before groaning.

“Hm. This isn’t. Lihednat Dolchitni.” You cast.

His hands find his throat as he try’s to breath. You clench your fist tighter, watching how he struggles more before you wave your hand and it stops. He leans forward, breathing heavily.

“Tread carefully, brother. I have far more up my sleeve than you wish to believe.” You spat.

“You…you will get in so much trouble for creating spells. Regulus and I told you that you need to stop.” He breathes heavily.

“Then keep your mouths shut otherwise I’ll make you suffer in the worst unimaginable ways.” You say.

With that, you turn and walk past the group who seemed shocked. You head back to the Great Hall, gathering your items before heading back to your dorm. You were too upset and riled up to do anything. So, instead you hurry to your dorm and lock the door.

You pace frantically, running your hands through your hair. You let a breath out that you hadn’t noticed you were holding.

“You’re okay. You’re okay. Everything is okay.” You mumble to yourself.

The lock on your door clicks, so you turn and see Tom. He closes the door back and turns to you with that normal passive and cold look.

“That was…impressive.” He says.

“Tom, I really rather be alone right now.” You mutter.

“Why cover the marks I left? I left them for a reason.” He says, his voice hardening as his eyes turn several shades darker.

“I didn’t want to walk around with them showing. People would have said something and I don’t want to deal with that. Plus, I rather the school not know I was your play thing.” You mutter harshly, turning your back to him.

“Who said you were a play thing because I don’t recall ever telling you that?” He snaps.

“Tell me this, Tom. Are you one for commitment? Would you be in an exclusive relationship? Huh, tell me that!” You snap harshly as you turn to face him again.

“I can do commitment. Before, I’d say no. However, for you I am willing to do it. I’m willing to be in an exclusive relationship as you call it. Because I can’t ever get you out of my head! You are all I can focus on! It’s so…so irritating, yet I love it at the same time.” He growls.

“Tom, there are going to have to be some rules set in place if we are to do something. Like the skirt thing this morning. I only wear skirts.” You say.

“Fine. Wear your skirts, well not the school girl ones, however I can’t promise that some asshole won’t end up dead for looking. You are mine.” He snaps.

“Okay, and what about the marks?” You ask.

“You shouldn’t care what anyone says. You never have before, so why care now? I want people to know that you belong to me. I want the guys to realize that you aren’t a possibility anymore. You are mine.” He says, closing the distance between you both.

You look up as his hand wraps around your throat. He tightens his hand and you let a shaky breath out as you clench your thighs.

“You barely know me.” You mumble.

“I know more than you think, darling. You piqued my interest. When that happens, I tend to learn everything I can.” He murmurs, brushing his nose against yours before kissing you softly.

You hum, moving your hands to his hair. You whine when he pulls back, a smirk on his lips.

“What does that mean? How have you learned about me if you just started speaking to me yesterday?” You ask.

“Because I might be a bit obsessive when it comes to learning of the things that interest me. I won’t stop until I know everything.” He says.

There was banging on your dorm door and you sigh, going to walk past Tom, but he loops an arm around your waist.

“Who is it?” Tom asks, annoyed.

“It’s Bella, me and Regulus. Is Y/N in there?” Narcissa says.

“Well go away. I’m about to fuck my girl.” He snaps.

Your face heats up as you cover your mouth to hide your gasp. Narcissa gasps, Regulus laughs and yells for you to get it while Bellatrix throws a fit.

“We are not doing anything! We are just talking!” You exclaim.

“Talking, huh?” He says, quirking a brow at you as he slips a hand beneath your skirt.

You let a shaky breath out as he trails his hand up your thigh. He gets to your underwear, sliding two fingers beneath the lacy fabric.

“Tom.” You mumble.

“Talking and yet you're so wet for me. Do you want my cock again?” He asks, sliding a finger in you.

Your eyes flutter close and he grins widely, loving the way you reacted to his touch. You were the violin and he was the violinist. He played you so gracefully and loved the beautiful symphony that came from your mouth. It was his greatest obsession.

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