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adorerdraco · 4 years ago

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My Angel ✧ Draco x Reader

Request: Hi cutie! Could you write a draco x reader where they have a soft and quiet relationship? Like they dont need to be with each other all the time, or even talk, like they feel comfortable and safe in each other's presence? thank you!

Warnings: none !!!

Words: 1.1K

A/N: PLSSS I LOVE THIS IDEA I AM IN LOVEEE WITH HIM AHHH THANK YOU LOVELY ANON but this my first requesttt and i hope i wrote it the way you imagined !!! do not own gif

There was nothing Draco loved more than attention. He adored the praise he would get from his fellow Slytherins after a good quidditch match or a pleasing comment from his professor’s when he would get outstanding marks on his exams. He even sought out for attention when it would sometimes be negative, the laughter of his friends egging him on as he made fun of someone or causing a scene somewhere so that others would be aware of his presence. Bottom line, he didn’t mind being the center of attention, he most of the time craved it.

But when you came into his life, it was like a whole different world that you offered him. It was a world of calmness, a silent tranquility that would soothe his mind and body whenever he found himself around you. You gave him that change with warm smiles and gentle touches. Silent cloud watching and stargazing. Sitting together in the library studying or reading. Hanging out by the Black Lake, leaning against a tree, eyes closed with your back against his chest and his hands interlocked with yours on your lap. You were quiet and humble, unlike anything else he knew. He always felt at ease with you because with you, he didn’t need to be Draco Malfoy, sole heir of the Malfoy fortune and Prince of Slytherin; he was just Draco.

It was a sharp contrast from his loud and demanding life, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. He liked being able to go from his rowdy reality to the tame and peaceful paradise with you. The beautiful thing with your relationship was that the two of you valued space and quality time. It was the only thing he had that was low key. He lived his life and you lived yours, both on complete opposite sides of the spectrum until you were with one another. It was nice for him, having you be apart from his everyday life. You were different for him and he adored all the new things that you showed him. You were safe, loving, and kind.

He especially liked your company when his days would become overwhelming and he would feel the weight of the world on his shoulders, all his stresses melting away the second you would greet him with an affectionate hug and a tender kiss. The need to be around you was magnetizing on these days, his legs guiding him to you as if they knew you were the cure to all his ailments.

When you would notice his more dreadful moods you would always, always, ask him a soft, “do you want to talk about it?”

Now and then he would answer with a nod if it was a really bad day and he’d briskly vent to you without too many details. But oftentimes, he would just shake his head and bury his face in your neck as he held onto you tightly, whispering a faint, “just hold me.”

You were like his own personal angel in the flesh, guiding him into bliss and bringing a meaningful light into his life that he rarely seemed to have. He could go on and on about you, always feeling like he needed to let you know just how much you meant to him but he never needed to and neither did you, the both of you just kind of knew. You knew in the way he would gaze lovingly at you when you would be sunbathing on a warm sunny day in the spring. He knew in the way you would mindlessly play with his hair with his head in your lap and a smile on your lips as you peered down at him. You felt it in his forehead kisses where he would linger for a few seconds before he would depart from you after hanging out. He felt it in your hugs where you had your arms looped around his neck, standing on your tippy-toes to place a tickling kiss on his nose. Wordless, plain and simple.

It was currently around dusk, the sun shining a warm pre-sunset glow onto the quidditch field where Draco was finishing practice. He hopped off his broom, a giddy feeling in his chest as he rushed to his dorm to take a quick shower because he knew the longer he took, the longer it would take for him to get to you. He ran a bit of product through his hair and lightly spritzed himself with his expensive cologne, (he most definitely wears Dior Sauvage or Bleu de Chanel), before nearly skipping out of the Slytherin common room to go find you in your usual spot outside the school where you would watch the sun’s descent and the moon’s awakening by yourself. He always happily joined you when he wasn’t busy or if you asked him to, today being one of those days.

He walked outside, quickly finding you with your back against the stone walls of the castle and a book in your hand about astronomy that he had suggested to you. He smiled to himself, admiring the concentration on your face and the way your lips would mouth the words you read.

“Is the book any good?” He asked as he neared you. He sat himself down beside you and pressed a soft kiss to your temple causing you to smile at the gesture.

“It’s very good,” you nod, showing him you were nearly halfway through even though he had told you about it that morning in passing. “How was quidditch practice?”

“Good,” he answered with a yawn, “just tired now.”

You patted your shoulder and he chuckled, adjusting himself so that he could lay his head comfortably against your arm, letting your own fall gently above his. Your hand on the arm he was laying on rested against his cheek and he hummed in delight. You continued silently reading your book while he had his eyes closed, letting himself bask in the warmth radiating off your body and the feeling of peace that followed you.

In his head, he thanked the stars for you and for the day that seemingly happened so long ago when you were introduced into his rumbustious life.

It was at the Hogwarts library, slumped over his Potions essay and his head in his hands as he stressed away at the parchment below his quill. He had been in there all week, continuously getting distracted with the most beautiful girl that he’s ever seen that carried herself so ethereally like a goddess from another world. He allowed himself to steal glances at you every so often, unbeknownst to him that you were doing the same thing. At this point, he didn’t care that he was making little to no progress on his essay, just enjoying the time that he spent in the library where he knew you would always be.

Little did he know, you would be walking up to him one of those days, a kind smile on your face as you pointed to the empty seat in front of him with a question that started it all.

“Can I sit here?”

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