#possessive Draco

[yanderejustforyou]

Day 3 - Hot Chocolate || Marshmallows, Warm Hands, and Soft Smiles Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

Short and Sweet

The fire crackled softly in the hearth of the Gryffindor common room, sending wisps of warmth into the chilly air and creating a snug ambiance that felt like a warm embrace on a frosty evening. The flickering flames danced playfully against the aged stone walls, casting shifting shadows over the worn armchairs, their upholstery faded from countless encounters of laughter, friendship, and quiet reflection. The golden glow of the candlelight added to the cozy atmosphere, illuminating the rustic furniture and the scattered pillows that invited relaxation. Outside, the wind howled with a harsh bitterness, rattling the windows and whipping through the trees like a spectral force. Yet within these walls, the chill seemed like a distant memory, something completely forgotten as Harry found himself captivated by a different kind of warmth.

His gaze shifted to Draco, who sat beside him, a radiant smile gracing his features—soft, almost tender in its gentleness. It was a look that seemed to carry with it a thousand unspoken words, each one more comforting than the last.

“Careful,” Draco teased, his voice smooth as satin, the kind of velvety tone that could easily melt even the iciest of hearts. With a playful flick of his wrist, he pushed a steaming mug of hot chocolate into Harry's hands, the aroma rich with chocolate and marshmallows, the steam rising gracefully in delicate tendrils that seemed to dance through the air. “Wouldn’t want you to burn yourself, Potter.”

Harry accepted the mug, feeling the warmth radiate through the ceramic and into his cold fingers. But it was not just the heat of the drink that set his nerves alight; it was the brief brush of Draco’s fingers against his, a fleeting moment that lingered far longer than it should have. If it hadn’t been for the subtle, knowing glint in Draco’s eyes, one might have chalked it up to mere coincidence. But this was no accident.

"You’ve got something on your lip," Draco murmured, leaning in closer than necessary—a boldness that made Harry's breath hitch. He felt the heat of Draco's breath against his skin, warm and inviting. Draco’s thumb glided lightly over Harry’s lower lip, brushing away a stray dollop of whipped cream that had escaped his earlier indulgence. The simple, soft caress sent a jolt through Harry, his heart racing in response.

Harry swallowed hard, the sensation of Draco's touch reverberating through him. It was a seemingly insignificant action, yet it was charged with an electricity that made it impossible to ignore. The way Draco's hand lingered, tracing the contours of his skin as though mapping a precious treasure, held a power that left Harry unsettled, yet yearning for more. He tightened his grip around the mug, trying to ground himself in the moment, yet deep down he knew that the distraction would prove futile. Not tonight.

Without hesitation, Draco's hand slid down to rest atop Harry's own, his fingers curling possessively around Harry's. The warmth emanating from Draco was markedly different from the chill outside—comforting, igniting a flame that seemed to seep through Harry's very being. As Draco's grip intensified, Harry felt his pulse race in response to the overwhelming sensation, the connection sizzling between them like the crackle of the fire.

"You look good like this, Potter," Draco said, his voice low and intense, his eyes darkening with an emotion that sent shivers cascading down Harry’s spine. "Warm. Safe. But you’re still mine."

Those words hung in the air like a spell woven with intimacy, sending another shiver coursing through Harry. He found himself instinctively leaning into Draco’s touch, unable to resist the pull between them, the magnetic force that drew his breath into a sharp hitch as their eyes locked. In that moment, everything else faded into the background—the storm outside, the world beyond those walls—leaving only the two of them, cocooned in their own sphere of warmth and connection.

“Yours,” Harry whispered, the sound barely escaping his lips, barely more than a breath. He was unsure who had spoken first—a silent promise or the actual words themselves—but at this moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was the heady feeling that enveloped them both, the unbreakable bond solidifying with every shared glance, every soft touch. And as they sat there, on the cusp of something beautiful and transformative, they both knew that this night, amidst the crackling fire and intertwined fingers, was only just the beginning.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Blurbs

Blurb 7.5

Draco cursed under his breath as he took in the ghastly sight before him.

Harry was setting up a barrier to prevent contamination, already spelling their feet with the same kind of charm.

Draco’s gloved hand held the wand tight in his hand as he pushed a lock of hair away from the woman’s bare chest.

The mark was there, burned into her chest but it was sloppy. The six petals of the flower inside of the circle were distorted. Perhaps the victim had fought back, or his hand was unsteady.

Draco looked at her hands, cold and rigid at her sides. A broken nail, blood.

Yes. This witch had fought back.

Potter sidled up to him and knealt onto his haunches. “Beckett is handling the Muggles.” He nodded toward the house, where a small family had been sitting, terrified, waiting for the authorities.

The Muggle police had been intercepted. Dawlish, having taken Draco’s advice, put a tap onto their lines, alerting the DMLE when an police officer called the crime in.

The original cop on the scene was immediately obliviated by Beckett as they entered the crime scene.

But there wasn’t just the family inside to worry about. There was an entire neighborhood of onlookers. “We’re going to need more than just Beckett.”

“Yeah.” Potter agreed. “He’s obtaining their memories before he obliviates them.”

Draco stood and sighed as he looked around the scene. There was, at least, a wall that blocked off most of the view of the spectators.

His eyes scanned the wall and that was when he found it.

Blood.

Only a speck of it, really, but it was there. But was it the victims or the killers?

Draco hurried over to the wall and began to cut into the wall with the tip of his wand. The speck of blood was small, about the size of a sickle.

“Malfoy,” Harry called but his voice sounded disturbed. A warning lilt to it.

Draco turned to find him staring down at something in his gloved hand.

“What is it?” He hurried over to him and eyed the bloody, crumpled paper in his hand.

On the paper, written in blood were three words.

STOP SPREADING EVIL

Draco stiffened. “Whose blood is that?” He leaned down to check the victim for wounds. She had none aside from the sloppy brand on her chest. With his gloves hands, he carefully rolled her onto her side and still found no visible wounds.

“Check her mouth.” Harry rasped.

He did. After carefully laying her back in the position she was found in, Draco gently pressed down on her chin with one finger, her upper lip on the other.

Draco hissed and jerked back, nearly falling on his ass. Half of her tongue was missing, the remaining chunk black and grotesque and swollen against inside of her blood stained mouth.

Harry covered his mouth with the back of his arm and stepped away from the body. “We need a forensics unit.” Harry murmured and whistled for Beckett who had just stepped out the front door of the home.

All of the cases he had been tracking ran through his mind. This murder occurred too soon after Bitley’s to be consistent with the killer’s typical timeline. And the sloppy brand on her chest, the removal of her tongue only told him that something was pushing this dark wizard to move faster. Less strategic.

Which only made him more dangerous.

Draco stood up and lifted his face to the sky, trying to inhale fresh air.

The body, though they set a preservation charm onto the body, was already decomposing.

“Granger lives alone?” He asked when he lowered his head and looked at Potter.

Harry nodded, arm still pressed against his nose.

“You need to move her into your house.”

Potters eyes widened, but only a little. “I doubt she’ll agree.”

“Doesn’t matter.” Draco’s jaw worked as he considered where she might be now. Even though he knew that Theo was a capable wizard. Deadly, even, when one was to consider Theo’s background. Not only was he raised by a maniac who ensure his son was well versed in all dark magic, but after Hogwarts, Theo had done work across the world, protecting the rich and powerful.

“I’d suggest my home but I’m certain that she wont only tell me to fuck off, she’s likely to hex me.”

Harry dropped his arm and turned his head up toward the sky. “You’re instincts are right. But,” He shook his head and sighed. “She’ll definitely put up a fight.”

Draco shrugged. “I look forward to it.”

[liaredrose]

“The Snake and The Rose”

A Dramione FF on AO3: link HERE

Chapter 3: Black and Crimson

[w-a-wfanfic]

NEW CHAPTER UPDATE: 

Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott/Ginny Weasley Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Theodore Nott, Ginny Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Dean Thomas, Cedric Diggory, Cho Chang, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin Additional Tags: Dramione Month 2023, Alternate Universe - Harry Potter Setting, Alternate Universe - No Voldemort, Games, Forced Cohabitation, Partners to Lovers, Eventual Smut, Action/Adventure, Action & Romance, POV Hermione Granger, Alternate Universe - Hogwarts, Characters Re-Sorted Into Different Hogwarts Houses, Punishment, Panic Attacks, Abusive Lucius Malfoy, Danger, Canon-Typical Violence, Manipulative Albus Dumbledore Summary:

“You no longer belong to a house,” Lupin said. “You belong to your quad. You and your three counterparts will become reliant and dependent on each other. Your success is their success. But your failures will also mean their failures.” Hermione tensed as Ginny squeezed her hand. “You will earn points for your quad. Quad points eventually result in special privileges. This will mean balls, Hogsmeade, trips to Diagon Alley, and trips home on long weekends and holidays,” Snape said. “Without points, you don’t leave.” Hermione’s eyes widened. They’d keep them from going home on breaks? Could they do that? “You can earn points just like you used to,” Lupin said. “Academic achievement, cooperation, and selflessness. You cannot lose points, though.” Hermione watched as the tense room seemed to exhale. “Points earned cannot be removed,” Lupin continued. “It will be your quad’s responsibility to devise a punishment fitting of the crime,” Snape announced.

 WIP (Try to update once a week... but you know how life is)

[bluebugsy]

✨Summary✨

The Dark Lord has spared Minny’s life after the war and blessed her with the opportunity to work under the careful eyes of Draco Malfoy.

When she’s taken to Wiltshire after a medical procedure she has no memory of receiving, she is eager to be useful in fulfilling whatever Malfoy needs. She doesn’t question him, she doesn’t push back against his orders, and is perfectly subservient to him.

However, the longer she stays at the manor, the harder it becomes to remain the perfect servant that Draco is entitled to. The darkness begins to swallow her, and she sees how much of a stranger she’s become, even to herself. Will she uncover the truth of her identity? Or will she hold steadfast to being the servant that Draco tends to?

[serpentineego]

Venenatum Chapter 4 "Accomplice" now posted to AO3

[pato-roldnart]

Some friendly Quidditch match for @hdwickedwixen zine :3

He caught the snitch!

[valoale]

I'm quite convinced Draco uses half of his time staring at Harry like this and wondering how he can be so dumb (he loves it and knows they'll smash later so he won't complain)

[schmem14]

Reblogging this again because HEY, IT’S ME!!!!!!! I WROTE THIS!!! I’m insanely proud of it. There are a few frightening tags but if you are feeling brave, I BEG you to check it out. It’s the perfect storm of pining, horror, creepy stalker Draco, and an edge-of-your-seat denouement that I’ll never be able to top. It’s also one of the best things I’ve written, I swear!

This story flew out of my fingertips. I’ve never felt so fucking inspired. Lani’s prompt was just too perfect to pass. Also, I’m a gremlin who might need a hug. 

ENJOY!

XOXO -Em

Dronarry Fest Fic: Mastermind

Mastermind

Rating: E Wordcount: 10,769 Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Main Character Death, Stalking, Murder, Dubcon, Suicide, Gaslighting, Potion substance abuse, Mistaken identity, Blood, Implied violence Prompt no.: 87 Pairings/s: Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley/Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley/Harry Potter (unrequited), Ron Weasley/Hermione Granger (minor), Draco Malfoy/Hermione Granger (minor) For @lumosatnight

I am a kintsugi of all my mottled, fractured bits. How do I survive? By being the fittest. By being the smartest. By being ruthless. This is the tale of my undoing… and theirs too. I’ll remake myself again with golden light made from scattered bits of Them. I want Them all. One by one, I’ll make Them fall. Draco Malfoy has been with Hermione Granger, is currently dating Harry Potter, and he's determined to have Ron Weasley at any cost. He has to complete his set of three, after all…

✨ Read Mastermind on ao3

[deathnguts]

Barty: Looks like Reg is gonna be mad…

Child Draco: Ah! 😟

Barty: Then you won’t be his favorite anymore…

Child Draco: Ah!! 😰

Barty: Then I’ll be his favorite.

Child Draco: *bursts into tears* 😭😭

Barty, no clue how to console the Small Thing tm, and only half regretting what he’s done: aw … babies never get my jokes…

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

We Got That Love, The Crazy Kind

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2153

Warnings: Suggestive, fluff, mild language, torture, blood…

Prompt: Mattheo is awkward about showing affection to you in public, so you both are in a bit of an argument. However, Lavendar has a crush on Mattheo and you’ve had enough. Oliver decides to flirt with you and Mattheo wasn’t having it.

*Y/N’s POV*

“How long are you and Mattheo going to keep up this silent treatment?” Pansy asks, the both of us walking towards the courtyard.

“Until he can start treating me like I’m his girlfriend. I’m tired of the way he treats me in public. It’s like…he’s embarrassed of me.” I say, shaking my head upset.

I saw that he was sitting by a tree with Lorenzo Berkshire, Blaise Zambini, Draco Malfoy, and Theodore Nott. Our friends, however since this whole argument with Mattheo and I started, I’ve been sitting elsewhere with Pansy.

She didn’t have to sit with me, but she was a good friend even though I knew how close she was with the guys. Not to mention, Draco is her boyfriend. Yet, she decides to sit with me so I won’t be alone.

“I heard he broke up with her.” I hear.

“Yeah. They did. Because he couldn’t get enough of me. Mattheo…he’s good.” Lavender says.

“Whatever you do, and whatever your thinking, don’t do it.” Pansy pleads, but I stand as she curses.

I start walking towards the table she sat at with her friends as Pansy started to speed walk towards the tree where the guys were. I grabbed Lavendar by her hair and she cries out in pain. I drag her off the bench and let her fall to the ground. I wait until she stands up, glaring at me. I lunge at her, pinning her to the wall as I punch her repeatedly.

All I saw was red.

I’ve heard girls talk about Mattheo, but typically they stop when they see the glare I give them. Lavender doesn’t know when to stop.

“I don’t know what your obsession with my boyfriend is, but I’ve had it.” I snap breathlessly between punches.

“Ms. Y/L/N, enough.” Umbridge warns.

I ignore her when I see her pull her wand out. She points it at me.

“Petrificus Totalus!” She shouts, but I pulled my wand free, pointing it in the direction of her and shout, “Protego!”

She gasps, seeming shocked I would fight a spell. I let Lavendar fall to the ground as her friends rush towards her. I look at Umbridge who looked red in the face and was ready to fire another spell off at me.

“Expelliarmus!” I shout.

Her wand goes flying away from her and I storm out of the courtyard, heading towards the Slytherin dorms. I get to mine, slamming the door shut and locking it before going to my bathroom. I close the door, locking it as I look at myself in the mirror.

What have I done?

I’m suppose to mad at him, yet I can’t ignore what Lavendar says…he wouldn’t do that to me. He wouldn’t be with someone else…right? No…that’s…that’s not my Mattheo.

Who said he was still your Mattheo?

I shake my head, ignoring the stinging in my eyes. I turn the water on and watch the water turn a red-pink color as it washes away Lavendar’s and I’s blood. I grab my wand, pointing at one hand.

“Episkey.” I whisper.

I watch the hand heal before I grab my wand and point it at my other hand, doing the same. I look at myself in the mirror. Who have I become?

I was forced to stand at the front of the class and receive my punishment from Umbridge. She grabs her chair and makes me sit.

“You’ll be punished for the fight you started and then you’ll be punished for ignoring orders from a Professor.” She says.

She gave me a notepad and a quill. I was very aware of what this meant.

“How many lines?” I ask.

“I’ll let you know when it’s finished. I want you to write, “I will not disobey orders”, understood?” She asks.

“Understood.” I say shortly.

I clench my jaw, starting to write my lines as if it didn’t bother me. I ignored the stinging at the back of my eyes and focused on the quill in hand as she taught away. I take in a slow deep breath before letting it out. Blood dripped down my hand and was dripping to the floor. My hands shook slightly, but I continued to do as asked.

“Alright. Good. It’s been half the class. How’s your hand?” She asks.

“Peachy.” I say bluntly, looking up at her with a blank stare.

“Is this you talking back?” She asks.

“You’d know if I was talking back. What next?” I ask.

“I don’t think your punishment is working,” she says as she pulls her wand out, “imperio.”

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask.

“Take the quill, write on your arm. Write mudblood. Until I say stop.” She says.

“You can’t do this!” Mattheo snaps.

“It’s against the rules.” Harry adds, looking quite frightened.

I grimace as I bring the quill to my arm and it digs into it as I write the saying I’ve heard all across my life. I close my eyes, my hand moving and continuously writing “mudblood” into my arm, going deeper each time.

“Mr. Riddle, Mr. Potter, enough. I can punish my students how I like. Maybe this will teach her a lesson.” She says, before going back to teaching.

I opened my eyes, looking at the word that was carved into my arm. A word that haunts me far too much. Maybe that’s why Mattheo is so embarrassed of me. I’m a mudblood. That is who I will always be.

“Alright Ms. Y/L/N, you can stop.” She says and I felt a weight lifted off me.

I throw the quill and pad of paper in her direction as I stand, walking out of the room as I ignore her calls. I get to the Slytherin dorms and Snape stops me.

“It’ll scar, but let me heal it.” He says.

“It’s fine.” I mutter.

He grabs my arm with a sigh, using his wand to heal it. I nod before walking away towards my dorm where I close the door and lock it.

I pull my shirt off and pull on a long-sleeve, wanting to hide that horrid word before I lay on my bed. I hear a knock on my door, but I ignore it.

“It’s me.” Pansy says.

I stay quiet, staring at the wall. She sighs, knocking again.

“Let me in. Let us in. We want to make sure your okay. That wasn’t okay of Umbridge to do. That was…torture.” She says.

“I’m okay. I want to be alone, so leave me alone.” I say calmly, fighting my turmoil of emotions.

I couldn’t avoid them forever. I avoided them for a good two weeks, by holing myself up in my dorm. Snape brought me my work, but he said I had to return to my classes today.

I was dressed in a long-sleeve shirt and a pair of ripped jeans. I never wore long-sleeves, but I couldn’t get that horrid word off my arm.

I put my hair up in a messy bun, looking at myself in the mirror blankly. I’ve gotten paler over the past two weeks which could be from not eating like I normally should. I had bags under my eyes and my eyes in general just looked tired.

I grab my bag and wand before I began to head towards Umbridge’s class. I walk in and she looks at me surprised.

“And I thought you left Hogwarts.” She mocks.

“And I wish someone Avada Kedavra’d you. Yet, your still here.” I say tiredly, going to my empty seat at the back of the class.

“Do we need to repeat your punishment?” She asks.

“Go on with teaching. Your punishment did nothing the first time and I doubt it would do anything this time.” I snap.

“And detention, Potter. I said, Cedric’s death was a tragic accident.” She says, turning her focus on him.

“Like your birth?” I ask annoyed.

“Y/n, enough.” Mattheo’s whispers harshly.

“Y/L/N, leave my classroom now. I’ve had enough.” She says calmly.

“Gladly.” I say, standing to gather my stuff as she starts to lecture me.

“Umbitch. Lecturing me, and shouting at me, and telling me to hurry up isn’t going to get me to move faster. You should’ve been killed months ago cause you are such a pain in the ass. How did you end up here? Honestly because you are pretty fucked up,” I say, laughing before looking at her, “and you don’t own me.”

I walk out of the room as Draco whistles.

“Damn.” Mattheo mutters.

I was in the courtyard working on my studies as everyone else finally filed out. I was sitting at the table Pansy and I had been occupying before I holed myself up in my room. Pansy and the guys join us.

“Hey, how are you?” Pansy asks softly.

“I don’t need pity and treated like I’m so broken glass doll.” I say, flipping the page of my textbook.

“We are your friends. We care about you.” She says.

“Well care less.” I say annoyed.

“Snape said it scarred.” She says.

“And if it did?” I ask.

“I know how much you hate that word. Your a powerful witch though. Better than Granger. Let me see it.” She says.

“Y/N.” Oliver says.

“Yes, Oliver?” I ask, looking up.

“Can we talk…alone?” He asks.

My eyebrows furrow, but I nod slowly. I follow him towards a tree that wasn’t occupied, away from everyone. My eyes flicker to my table to see that they kept glancing over and Mattheo was watching intently. I didn’t miss the look of jealously.

“Would you like to go out with me sometime?” He asks.

“Your pathetic, Oliver! You called me over here, to ask me out when you know I have boyfriend!” I exclaim, glaring at him.

“He doesn’t have to know. And he acts like you both aren’t together anyway. I can treat you better.” He says.

“In your wildest dreams, Wood. Get away.” I snap, going to walk past him, but he grabs my arm.

I pull my arm free, backing myself up against a tree as he steps forward. He brushes a strand of hair out of my face that must’ve fallen out from the bun.

“It’s always been you, Y/L/N. Mattheo doesn’t have to know about this. You and I…we’d be a better couple. I could treat you better.” He says.

“You’re a real piece of work, Wood. I love Mattheo, even if he doesn’t show his feelings towards me in public, I love him. Nothing will happen between you and me. Now, let me go.” I snap.

*Mattheo’s POV*

“I think Oliver is flirting with her.” Draco says.

I watch her and could tell she was uncomfortable. She seems upset after whatever he says and was glaring at him. She goes to walk past him, but he grabs her arm and I clench my jaw.

“Don’t do it man.” Theo warns.

“Ah shit. He’s backed her up against the tree and is going in for a kiss.” Lorenzo says.

I get up, storming towards the two of them and I push Oliver down to the ground as Pansy pulls Y/N into a hug.

“Okay, motherfucker now you got my attention.” I say, grinning as I start throwing punches at him.

“Not again.” Lorenzo sighs.

“Mattheo! Come on man! Stop! Umbridge will flip!” Draco snaps.

He and Lorenzo were trying to pull me off of Oliver, but all I saw was red. He touched her and he knew she is mine.

“Don’t you ever fucking touch her again! She’s mine, Wood! Next time I’ll kill you!” I snap.

“Mattheo…please.” She whispers.

I freeze, before looking over my shoulder to see that Pansy and Theodore were holding her back from coming to me. I’ll thank them for that later. Oliver hits me, and I turn back to him and hit him again before getting up.

I walk to her, pulling her towards me. She looks up at me with watery eyes. I lose a hand in her hair, messing up the bun. I pull her closer to me as I lean down and kiss her roughly.

Her hands rest on my chest as she kisses me back. I pull away, resting my head against her forehead as I look into her gorgeous (your eye color) eyes.

“I love you.” She says softly.

“Your mine.” I snap.

“I’m yours.” She says, smiling slightly.

I pull away before throwing her over my shoulder. She gasps, hitting my back as she snaps at me to put her down.

“Not happening. I’ll put you down when we get to my dorm.” I say and her cheeks flush as Draco “ooohs”.

“Mattheo!” She exclaims embarrassed.

“They got that love.” Lorenzo chuckles.

“Yeah, the crazy kind.” Pansy teases.

[yanderejustforyou]

Day 4 - Cozy Cabin || Patterned Rugs, Soft Blankets, and Warm Baths Fandom: Harry Potter

Short and Sweet Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Harry Potter

The cabin was quaint, a snug little retreat tucked away deep in the woods, far from the turmoil of the ongoing war and the prying eyes of the wizarding world. Its very remoteness was a sanctuary, a place where the echoes of chaos faded into silence, punctuated only by the occasional rustle of leaves outside. Inside, the atmosphere was intimate, wrapping around its occupants like a warm embrace. The flickering flames of the fire danced in the hearth, casting a golden glow that illuminated the cozy space. The only sounds that filled the air were the crackling of the fire, each pop and hiss a reminder of the comfort it provided, and the soft rustle of fabric as Harry settled down into the plush, patterned rug spread out in front of the hearth.

As he sank into the softness of the rug, the warmth of the flames began to reach out to his chilled skin, but the heat did little to thaw the tension coiling tightly within him. It was a strange juxtaposition—the physical warmth surrounding him contrasting starkly with the inner chill of his anxiety and uncertainty. His gaze flickered to Draco, who was seated across from him, slouched languidly in a deep armchair that seemed to envelop his frame. The light from the fire glinted off Draco's silver eyes, drawing attention to the mix of emotions swirling within them—amusement, yes, but also something darker that sent a shiver of trepidation down Harry’s spine.

The silence between them was nearly palpable, thick with unspoken words and unresolved feelings, broken only by the occasional sip of the steaming tea that Draco had insisted upon making for them earlier. Each of Draco’s movements seemed to carry an understated confidence, a self-assuredness that Harry found both disarming and alluring. He shifted uneasily under Draco’s gaze, feeling the weight of those silver eyes trained upon him, piercing through to the very core of his being.

“You’re not fooling anyone, Potter,” Draco’s voice cut through the silence like a knife, low and smooth, yet there was an underlying edge that made Harry's pulse quicken. It was almost predatory, and Harry felt an involuntary thrill run through him. “You look at me like you’re waiting for something—like you want me to break you.”

A rush of heat flooded Harry's face, and he felt his breath catch in his throat, the weight of Draco’s words pressing down heavily on him. He dared not lift his gaze to meet Draco’s, fearing what he would see reflected back at him. Nevertheless, the rapid thumping of his heart betrayed the conflict raging within him.

Draco’s soft chuckle broke the tension momentarily, a sound that held an air of both amusement and something darker. In an instant, he was on his feet, moving with an elegant grace toward Harry. With fluid movements, he crouched down to bring himself at eye level with Harry, one knee resting on the plush rug, his presence looming as he took hold of Harry’s chin with a surprisingly gentle grip. The touch sent ripples of unexpected warmth surging through Harry, forcing him to finally meet Draco’s intense gaze.

“You really think you can keep pretending?” Draco murmured, his thumb brushing softly against Harry’s lower lip in a gesture that was both intimate and electrifying. Harry’s breath hitched in his throat, a shiver coursing through him at the sudden contact. “You’re mine, Potter. Always have been.” The declaration startled Harry, awakening a blend of confusion and desire within him that he couldn’t quite comprehend.

Draco’s other hand reached toward Harry’s, guiding it to the front of his crisp shirt, where his fingers traced the intricate pattern of the fabric. The warmth of Draco’s touch was intoxicating, sending a jolt of heat straight to Harry’s core, and he felt an overwhelming desire to lean into that warmth, to surrender to the moment.

Before Harry could fully process the sensation or gather his scattered thoughts, Draco stood abruptly, extending his hand in a gesture that carried an unspoken invitation.

“Come, Potter,” he instructed, his tone firm yet inviting. “It’s time for your bath. You need to relax.” The words hung in the air between them, laden with implications that sent Harry’s mind spiraling. There was a flicker of uncertainty in him, mixed with an undeniable yearning that left him grappling for a response.

[elliebyrrdwrites]

Dramione Novella Update

Chapter two of Shadow To a Flame is posted!

Draco closed the gap and captured her lips with his own. She inhaled his own breath into her mouth. But as he slanted her mouth over hers, their lips molded together. Perfectly and flawlessly. She was still at first, her body frozen.

But Draco dug his fingers into her scalp and pulled her hand to his chest, tucking it in between their bodies. She felt soft and cool and fucking perfect against him.

His tongue found entry and Granger unfroze. Her free hand moved to his robes. She gripped the opening, and pulled. Her mouth pressed harder onto his, her tongue sweeping against his. She moaned into his mouth at the feel of their tongues greeting one another.

Kissing her was like taking a drink of water after feeling parched for hours.

There was an awakening of something deep inside of him. That thing that has been demanding to be near her. Touch her. Kiss her.

It flared brighter than ever and his skin began to glow like moonlight against the shadows that enveloped them.

Her hand found its way to his jaw. The touch was gentle, hesitant.

Draco’s hand moved from her head to the small of her back. He pressed her closer to him. Their bodies fought to get closer. Demanding more contact. Moremoremore . Everything was needing more .

The kiss grew hungrier. Like if they didn’t kiss until they couldn’t breathe, they might die from starvation.

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Sirius just hugs Draco close, the way he used to hug Regulus, when they were just children, and a storm would shake the house. His brother used to sneak under Sirius’ blankets, admit he’s terrified, and Sirius would hold him, sleepily, would tell him ‘I’m here, I won’t let anything happen to you.’ 

His brother died in water, dragged to the bottom of a lake, alone, alone, alone, Kreacher said, shaking with grief. 

Why didn’t he come to me? Sirius thought, devastated, wanting to weep, to yell to the sky, but he didn’t cry; instead, he told Kreacher it’s his fault Regulus died, what sort of elf is he, to let his Master die? 

“You are weak. Traitorous creature. You let him die. You left him behind,” Sirius spat out, all the words he told himself at night, he aimed them at Kreacher, instead. 

Sirius grips Draco tighter, desperate to protect him, keep him safe. “I’m here,” he swears. “I won’t let anything happen to you.” 

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GORGEOUS art created especially for Out of Time by the immeasurably talented Talita Asami!

Out of Time is a 6th/7th year Horcrux hunt rewrite. It's a WIP updating 2x a week.

It's the third in a series, but is the primary work. The prequel works explore Hermione propositioning him to lose her virginity and their subsequent inability to keep their hands off each other. Lots of fun, but not necessary for plot.

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Hermione knew when the war comes, she should have certain boxes checked in advance. She didn't expect to fall for the person she propositioned, someone who only earned the role because he was (a) fit and (b) not a friendship she'd be risking with a good shag. Now they're hiding it from Harry, Ron, and everyone else, while Draco balances his growing obsession with Hermione alongside his mission deadline to allow a Death Eater breach of the castle. Featuring possessive and dangerous Draco, BAMF Hermione, jealous Ron, good friend Ginny, double/triple/quadruple agent Snape, good Slytherins (Theo, Pansy, and Blaise) and very, very bad ones, and a little T.S. Eliot. Still to come: castle invasion, locket retrieval, ill-fated camping, snake encounters, and Horcrux hunting - complete with all the toxic infestation and mental poisoning the Horcruxes bring along for the ride.

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Chapter 3 sneak peak

Third Year Flashback

     Draco scowled as he stormed the halls of Hogwarts, looking for the blasted Mudblood. For some reason, this year he found it particularly difficult to catch the witch between classes. It was almost as if she would disappear, only to reappear when no one was looking. It was utterly infuriating.

               He had just turned a corner when a sound behind him made him come to a sudden stop. Draco thought he had heard a pop, followed by someone huffing in exhaustion. Before he knew what he was doing, Draco had turned around and backtracked his steps to the source of the noise. He stumbled to a halt when he saw who had disturbed the quiet of the lonely hallway.

               His Mudblood.

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