#sad draco fanfiction

[garagepaperback]

javelin (to have and to hold)

18.9k words, explicit tags: divorce bond, non-consensual legilimency

“It sort of is, you know,” Harry says, a little delirious, heavy-headed. “What?” “A bond. Like, you feel what I’m feeling. We’re connected.” “It’s a disunion bond. And as though I needed a spell to—” Draco’s hands rise up under Harry’s shirt, the bedwarmed skin singing, sighing, groaning from the magic, every touch echoing with a crude second grasp. Kissing hits like Harry’s put his mouth on an outlet, sudden and sharp. “Fuck,” Draco sighs, pulling back to marvel at it.

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[ezeva]

Inspired by the boy from the piano Shop by soliblomst

Ginny is dead and harry goes blind when he try to take revenge, draco help him and save him in every way possible.

But i want to draw this scene when harry talk about ginny death in a church, i was very affected by Harry's emotions and sadness

[sp7-mr]

[lylawrites]

Our Alive Gay Sons (A Harry Potter Crack Draft)

This was a draft for a fic that I never got to finish. (It's not even a page full). But the beginning is just too damn funny to me.

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Draco blinked lightly at the man sitting calmly in front of his desk. “What?” he questioned lightly when the silence between them carried on too long.

“I think our sons are gay,” restated Harry fucking Potter as he sipped from the cup of tea a house elf happily brought him.

Draco blinked again. Eyebrows furred. “How the fuck did you get in my house?”

[fifiistar]

Draco x Imperius

Draco’s chest twists violently, his heart pounding so hard it’s a wonder it doesn’t crack his ribs. He wants to scream, wants to tear himself apart, to wrench free from the invisible chains binding him, but the curse digs deeper. It fills every corner of him with poison, whispers in his ear like a cruel lover. Kill him. Kill him. Kill him. It doesn’t stop. It doesn’t stop.

Draco is certain the only way out of this is to claw his own heart from his chest with trembling, bloodied fingers and hurl it into the fire.

[autumnweeen]

It’s a Christmas fic if you squint. Come spend the holidays in the Caribbean with Draco and Hermione 🎄

Summary: In her haste to run away from the grief that plagues her life, Hermione finds herself in a foreign land where reality and myth intertwine, and she is forced to face fear itself.

It’s a HEA

[bp4545]

Deadline (Angst)

I think I might make this a mini series, because I don't like the sad ending of this fic:) Let me know if you want multiple parts to this, or just leave a like/comment if you enjoyed it!

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: Angsty. Sad!Draco, falling out of love, swearing, cheating but not really. There are mentions and implications of sexual activity. This is also a little bit of a Theo x reader. It's in Draco's perspective mainly.

Summary: Draco notices the love of his life slipping through his fingers. Will he win her back? Or is their love a deadline long overdue? Should he show his final act of love by letting her go?

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3.

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He was no fool. He was no fool when it came to love.

He could see her heart slipping away from him. Maybe slowly but surely. He could see it, whether she thought he could or not. 

Sure your relationship with Draco was far from perfect. There were so many obstacles, so many hurdles along the way, but throughout it all, you and Draco endured. You thrived and you cherished each other. Your love kept you going. 

Draco wasn't so sure anymore.

He wasn't sure, whether it was the passionate kisses turning into small pecks, or the holding hands while walking to class turning into him holding your books for you. Maybe it was the eye contact, that you could no longer hold with him for more than a few seconds. Or maybe the distance. The distance between the two of you. 

Draco could feel her slipping away from him. From the small actions he used to love, turning into nothing but a memory. The small smiles exchanged across the room, she was now exchanging with someone else. 

He always thought that her love would be enough. He loved her until the very last beat of his heart. He always knew she was never destined to do the same. 

It broke him. 

To see you smile for the first time in days, only to see that you were looking far, far away from his gaze, to someone else.

He knew you were long gone. Even after all the comforting words of reassurance. When you hold him to your chest at night and tell you that you love him. He feels as though it's not directed to him. Maybe it used to be, but not anymore, not when there was another party involved.

Theo.

Draco was no fool. He was no fool when it came to love.

He could see the way you glanced at Theo from across the room. The shy smiles you sent him when you thought no one was looking. Draco recognised it. It reminded him of the way you used to look at him when you first fell in love.

He knew your gaze was upon Theo, even when you were sat next to Draco, he could sense you looking across the tables, to a familiar head of brown hair. 

It broke his heart, to think that every kiss you shared with him, you were imagining a different pair of lips. To think that this wonderful relationship you two have built together was just a deceitful yet beautiful lie. 

Draco was no fool.

He knew those empty words. Those 'I love you's' that were meant for someone else.

When he held you, you still felt so far away from him, out of reach.

When he made love to you, and your eyes rolled back. When he whispered in your ear that he loved you, but you couldn't look him in the eye. 

It tore him apart

He wished he was enough for you, that your love would live on forever, but that was just too good to be true. Because Draco, well Draco, he's the bad guy, he knows he will never get his happy ending.

It doesn't stop him from loving you, feeling utterly selfish for still keeping you tied to him when you so clearly wanted someone else. 

It wasn't simple.

He couldn't just stop loving you, no.

He could never, not after everything you two were and would forever be. 

The sleepless nights where he cried in your shoulder, black ink and a rolled sleeve. You'd reassure him, cry with him, his pain was yours. You'd kiss him, like we was your world. Because he was, or at least he used to be.

You had so much love to give, and a Draco knew it wasn't his anymore. 

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So here he was. 

Your hands wrapped around his as you cry to him, telling him not to leave you.

"Draco I don't love him I promise!" you cried "I love you! It's always you!" 

It made Draco's heart ache, the cold air hitting his hot-tear stained cheeks as he refused to look into your eyes.

"Y/n I see the way you look at him, it's the way you used to look at me. I know you want him. I know I am not enough for you anymore" He admitted it as much as it pained him.

"But Draco, what about everything we have ever been through? Will it not mean anything, I still love you, and I'm sorry if I ever made you feel as though you weren't enough, please don't leave me!" You cried, pain in your voice. 

You never meant to fall out of love with Draco, you didn't want to admit it. It would seem more real, that you had moved on. You didn't want to fall out of love with Draco. But you couldn't help it, to fall for the brunette boy that could never compare to Draco. You were disgusted with yourself, you never asked for your heart to betray you. It hurt more that Draco was right. You felt a flutter when Theo walked past, just like it used to flutter around Draco, and it pained you that he was so wrongly right. 

"You know I love you y/n. And I think the only way to show you how much I love you is to let you go." Draco said quietly.

He didn't want you to leave. He wished you could grab him, tell him that you loved him, promise to love him forever. But he knew you wouldn't. Because he's Draco Malfoy. The boy without choice, the boy with no happy ending.

He knew that as much as you wanted to run into his arms and hold him, your heart longed for something more. Something that he could never give you. 

"Draco" you said. The name feeling so natural rolling off your tongue. 

You embraced him and cried into his chest. Feeling so in love with him in that moment, feeling so guilty, so ashamed. 

"I'm so sorry Draco" You cried. You never meant to fall out of love with Draco. "I'm so so sorry. I wish we could have lasted forever" you sobbed, he let go of you. You suddenly felt so cold. So unprotected, knowing that you would ever be in his embrace again. Knowing that he would never hold you in that same way.

"It's okay my love. I don't blame you. If I were you, I would have fallen out of love with me too. Our love had a deadline, I just didn't know how overdue it was. Just know that I will always be here for you. I will be here if you need me, if you need comfort, if he doesn't treat you right." he reassured. You nodded at him, regret and tears, rushing down your face, as you realised that you could ever replicate the same love you had with Draco. You knew no one could love you the same way he did, and you felt so ashamed of yourself for letting your heart betray you and make you fall out of love with such a beautiful yet broken boy.

"I love you Draco" you said, quietly, meaning every word.

Draco listened to your words. He knew you meant it, just not in the way he wanted you to mean it. He knew you would always love him, but the love would only ever be a memory, or a love shared between good friends once more than that.

"I know y/n" he said, his heart felt empty knowing his love was long lost. "I love you too" he gave you a small smile, watching your tear filled eyes crease as more tears ran down your cheeks.

"I hope Theo treats you better than I ever did." He walks away. So you can't see him break even more.

"I'm sure he won't"

You whispered under your breath once he was far and long gone.

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a/n: This made me so sad:( I think I will make this a three part series, so look out for some more parts later on:) I will try make it a happy ending!

[themoon-andits-stars]

Girl Crush

Hey! This one’s a sad one! This deals with body image issues so enter at your own risk.⚠️

Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, Draco examined himself closely. He ran his fingers through his short pale hair. The absent color cold and harsh.

Harry tucked Ginny’s hair behind her ear as she continued to tell her story, all bright eyes and smiles. His hand continued down the long lock of hair, admiring its warm copper color, how beautiful she looked.

He tugged gently on his roots before removing his hand from his hair. Be brought his hand to his cheek, tugging up gently with the tips of his fingers. He leaned towards the mirror to investigate his face more closely. Pale. Sickeningly pale. His features so sharp and unwelcoming, his icy eyes uninviting.

Harry cupped the side of Ginny’s face with his hand, rubbing his thumb lightly across her freckled cheek. Her skin was warm from the spring sun, brining out more freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her warm brown eyes drawing him in. He could focus on no one but her.

Draco stepped back from the mirror. He could see most of his frame down to the tops of his thighs. He twisted to one side and then the other before facing forward. He rested his hands on his waist, tilting his head as if that would change the image he saw in the mirror. The image of a lanky figure. Straight. Sharp. Not a curve in sight.

As they walked, Harry snaked his arm across the bottom of Ginny’s back, resting his hand in the curve of her waist. They fit together perfectly. Two pieces of one puzzle.

His eyes began to blur with tears at he looked his sleeved forearm.

As she spoke, Harry held her arm in his hand brushing her forearm with his thumb absentmindedly. He brought her arm up to his lips and kissed the inside of her wrist, smiling softly as her cheeks warmed and her words began to jumble.

Tear fell steady down his face as he pulled the sleeve up, revealing the skin of his forearm. Marked skin. A vicious reminder of who he was and, in Harry’s eyes, who he always will be.

“Draco, we’re going to be late!” A voice called from the next room, shaking Draco out of his spiral. He looked back at his face in the mirror and roughly wiped the tears from his face. He ruffled his hair with his hand, pulled his sleeve back down, and blew out a puff of air before making his way.

[prettylittlebxch]

I'm so depressed I act like it's my birthday - D.M Angst

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x potter!oc

Warnings: Depression, suicide attempt, extreme angst, Harry and his sister don't have a good relationship

Summary: Helena Potter, Harry Potter's twin sister, always seemed perfect. But she's not. She's really not. Maybe the only person that would support her would be the enemy of her own brother.

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"Hel, why the fuck would you do that?" Her brother's voice, a judgemental tone. She scoffs.

"Why do you want to know?" Helena had tried to slit her wrists. Her brother had seen her bleeding out in her room, sobbing with a knife by her side. 'I guess even support is too much to ask.' She didn't say them out loud, of course. That was who she was- always staying quiet, shutting up, even when she felt like wanting to scream from the top of her lungs. Always smiling, even when she felt like she wanted to die. Fuck it. She leaned back, faking sleep in hopes she could be left alone.

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"I know you're not asleep, Potter." A soft voice sounds from her bedside. Draco. Her brother's enemy... and the one who treated her more like a sister than her own brother. Seeing him, she broke down again.

"Fuck it, Helena. Why would you do this?" He whispered, lightly grabbing her wrists and running his fingers over them. "You always acted so happy.... You could've told me, you know. I would've helped you." He brings her wrist up to his mouth, kissing it softly.

"I... I didn't want to bother you with my own issues." She mumbled, wiping at a tear.

"Fucking hell, Helena. I LOVE you, okay?" Helena blinked. Love? Draco Malfoy.... loved her? Loved her, with her broken heart, her shattered soul? Loved her, with her fakely straightened hair, her too-perfect, FAKE smile? It didn't make sense.

But then, his strong arms came around her.

"You're going to be okay."

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[acanadianmuggle]

Based on Bob Dylan’s “To Make You Feel My Love” (1997)

Rated M - Complete - 9k words - oneshot (MCD)

Hermione Granger has spent her career at the Department of Mysteries, learning the depths of the Death Room. Now she's ready to put that learning into action and get back the boy Death snatched away too early.

[falkendreamsxxx]

Do you ever think about how terrible Malfoy Manor was for Draco while Voldemort lived there?

“Windows.

The windows of my family's home had once been my favorite aspect of the architecture. Despite the dark walls, Gothic moldings, and ominous faces of Malfoys long since dead...the windows had been the Manor's saving grace, letting light shine in. It had been said by many that there were more windows than wall, more glass than stone, and I'd taken pride in that. The way the sun illuminated every room made up for the eerie shadows cast by clouds on stormy days.

At least, it used to.

Now, it was darkness. Always.

Despair and dread seeped from the walls as long black curtains blocked out any trace of natural light, as was the Dark Lord's preference, of course.

If there were shadows, they could barely be seen as one walked from room to room, as if night had taken over. Not even my bedroom was safe. What was once my sanctuary was becoming a dungeon, as the blackout curtains turned my canopy bed into a cell. Gone was the beauty that came with having arguably the best view of the entire estate.

From the east wing of the fourth floor, I had once been able to see the sunrise over it all: the maze, the gardens, the pond, the orchard, the vineyard, the stables, and countless trails leading into the surrounding forest... How cocky I'd been to think I'd be able to keep such a pleasant view; how idiotic I'd been to believe I'd be able to maintain any sort of pleasantry while living with and serving the Dark Lord. This was his home now. His fortress.

Like a fool, I escaped the confines of my room, traveled through the dark halls, down the stairs, and out the back doors...desperate to find peace in the daylight. Instead, I was greeted by a sun so obstructed that it could hardly be considered day. I'd been stupid to think the horror that came with the Dark Lord's presence was restricted to the interior.

Determined to make my escapade worthwhile, I walked between the excessively tall hedges that divided each section of the estate towards the stables. Stepping through the rose garden and around the pond, I knew something was off. Something was missing. Pressing forward, I walked past the herb garden and the maze across the pasture, with a great unease building in the pit of my stomach. Upon entering the stables, I knew.

Noise, that's what was missing. Movement, there had been none. I had not seen a single creature.

Gone were the peacocks that loved to wander through the rose beds; absent were the swans from the pond, and empty were the stalls of the stable that had once been filled with thoroughbreds. I didn't need to walk to the small owlery on the west end to know that it would also be devoid of life.

My thoughts of finding refuge among the Manor's various creatures were futile, and dead were my beloved pets; murdered by the Dark Lord's hand, I had no doubt.

Withdrawing beneath my walls and burying my sorrows, I looked up across it all, finding the windows of my bedroom. I thanked Salazar for one thing.

I had not been able to see through the windows.”

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[garagepaperback]

a barely lit path - chapter 1

Too much was left as raw ore, it needed to be mined, carved out—Malfoy’s wrist bone pronounced at the edge of a pressed button up cuff, New Year’s night, a long pale neck, the tiny gap between Malfoy’s front teeth or the jagged, sharp canine on the left side, the way it caught on his lip, pulled in the dulcet, damp pink. Harry couldn’t remember if the tooth on the right matched, or if Malfoy just favored that side more often.

It didn’t matter. He didn’t have the right tools to do anything with any of it. He wasn’t in the—Harry didn’t think he was the sort of person, just then, who ought to be noticing the pinkness of someone’s mouth. Not now, not like this. And apparently Malfoy was going to get married, thanks to some insane ancestral curse. So.

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Harry wakes up wanting to live, Draco seems determined to - well, not die, exactly, but you could hardly call it a life, either.

A story featuring peacocks and a family curse, avoidance, red-rimmed eyes in a blanket fort, a fantastic variety of headaches, sobriety, a toy finger trap and whether or not it's possible for good to grow out of something ugly.

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[diangelofan]

Prompt: Is There Something in the Movies by Samia

TW: death by suicide & suicidal thoughts implied

Harry Potter is dead.

Oh, darling. You didn’t deserve this, but everyone who knew you knows it was always coming. I mean, what can be expected of someone who has lived their whole life in a tin box, with only a toothpick as means to poke the air. How can they be expected to survive long enough to live? When somebody is continuously given a knife for his birthday, how can the rest of us be surprised when he finally uses it? Some may called me callous for my words, but I have long ago made my peace with his death. I saw it all coming since a long time ago and even if I think I know who gave him the knife, that’s not my affair. Why, you may ask? Because it was never one knife. As it never was just one birthday.

Harry Potter was someone who died of attention and lived an extraordinary life. Well, to be more precise, the boy who lived was suffocated by the attention his unsolicited extraordinary life gave him.

Oh, Harry, you taught me so many things. My desire to keep fighting for what I believe is right, I got it from you. So did I my resilience and will to survive, ironically enough. But, at these times, none of them matter more than my love. I gave it to you, completely unaware, on the day that we met, ‘cause already I trusted you best, even if I didn’t know it at the time.

Everyone dies but they shouldn't die young. Anyway, now that you are dead, I invite you to finally step aside, my love, while everyone continues to idolatrize you for something you never asked for. Wizards have become so crazy that they are even making movies about your horrible life, as if it was everything one could ever dream for. As if that would make you happy, now that you watch us from above.

I know I need not to ask as the answer I already know. But is there something in the movies that's better than my love?

I won’t send this to the Daily Prophet, no matter how much they have been begging for my thought on your death. I left you in life cause you don't need my pen to embellish your noteworthy parts. The people who had the pleasure to truly see you know who you really are. There is no need for me to repeat what is already living on their minds.

And I only write about things that I'm scared of; your death will forever haunt me at night. So here, now you're deathless in my art. Art which, I believe, if I dare, is as realistic as any art depicting you, Harry, will ever be.

You've got this and the movies and also my love.

You can have it all baby I'm giving it up.

You already took my heart so many years ago.

Now with your death you’ve taken my soul.

- Word count: 500, @drarrymicrofic

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[serpentineego]

Venenatum Chapter 21 " The Unravelling of It All" now live.

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[imsiriuslyreading]

hiya i wrote a little one shot about our boy reg and his cousin draco 🫶🏽

i’ve got soul (but i’m not a soldier) by imsiriuslyreading