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lqveharrington · 23 days ago

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Golden Snitch | D.M.

summary: You don’t tell Draco what you’re dressing up as, and when he sees you, he can’t help but be enamored.

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

includes: kissing, underage drinking, talks of sex, cursing

a/n: holding a poll for a similar imagine but a different character! (will post the other imagine in two days and poll in three!)

Halloween was a big thing at Hogwarts. Each house held their own parties and own costume competitions; There would be snacks — courtesy of the kitchen elves — and drinks smuggled in from home or Hogsmeade. It was one of the best nights throughout the school year.

From your fourth year to your very last, you enjoyed every single second. Of course, you were dressed differently every year in hopes to win the costume contests. You were the Corpse Bride, then Dorothy, then a pirate. But this year, you chose something a little closer to Hogwarts itself.

“You know we have to get down there now if you want to be in the competition, right?” Pansy flicked her hair back and adjusted her Cher outfit.

You huffed and finished the last bits of gold adorning your cheeks. You loved Pansy, you really did, but jesus, she was a stickler to rules and schedules sometimes.

“Look, I’m done now.” You dust your hands off and arrange your golden wings to be more presentable. “How do I look?”

“Hot.” Her eyes roamed over your body and winked at you. “Draco will totally drool.”

You send her an amused smile before rushing out the dorm hand in hand. When you got to the Slytherin common room, everyone and everything was already upbeat. The lights had been dimmed even more and green lights were casted all around. The floor was sticky in spilt drinks and the room reeked of sex.

"Let's go get drinks!" Pansy shouted over the loud music and elbowed her way through the mass of Slytherin students, gagging when one couple was getting too intimate on the dance floor. "I am so happy you and Draco have boundaries!"

You roll your eyes at her and grab a plastic cup, filling it with firewhisky and downing it fast enough to forget what Pansy had said. She gave you an unimpressed look and took her own shot.

After joining the infamous costume contest and winning, mingling with the others and downing more drinks, a fifth year finally announced the arrival of the Slytherin Prince himself. And the party only got rowdier from there.

The second the blonde stepped into the common room, drinks were shoved into his hands; A courtesy of Blaise. Draco made his way over to the group of seventh years he deemed his friends since childhood before his eyes landed on you.

His eyes roamed across your body. From the golden makeup adorning your gorgeous face to the golden dress that hugged your curves and accentuated them, it was like he fell in love all over again. He watched you down another drink and shook his head in amusement. You looked so confident and happy and excited and ethereal in what you wore that he wanted to keep you all to himself.

“Well, what do we have here?” His free hand found its way to the curve of your hip and pulled you close to him, smirking when your eyes get blown wide at his sudden presence. “You look ravishing.”

“I know. I won the competition like always.” You brag as you murmur and wrap a hand around his tie, softly tugging on it so you could meet his lips without needing to strain. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“James Bond.” He pulled you even closer, wanting to be completely flush against you. “But I should’ve worn my Quidditch uniform because I believe I have my eye on the golden snitch.”

The smile that graced your lips practically emits warmth when you realize Draco knew what you were. “You should probably keep your sight on her because she’s not straying far.”

“Better not.” He planted a mind searing kiss to your lips and thumbed the costume, parting when he felt how rough it was. “Your dress feels uncomfortable to the touch, love. It’s not real gold, is it?”

“No, not all of it. Daddy wouldn’t let me get one.” You sigh as you lean your head on his chest and hiccup when he pats your ass softly at the remark.

Draco could practically see the flashing signs around you saying how plastered you were, and it was truly entertaining at the most. He knew you were drunk when you flaunted your father’s money around, which you typically never do. He finished his cup before tossing it somewhere, holding your hip with two hands now.

You look up at him at the movement, wide eyes only reflecting your pupils. “What?”

“Nothing, love. Just admiring.” He scanned your body once more and planted a kiss to the top of your head. “How many drinks have you had so far?”

You shrug and gasp when someone poured a fresh round right behind Draco. “Let’s go get some more!”

He shook his head and locked his arms behind you, “No more for you. You are so fucking drunk.”

“I am not!” You huff and almost stomp your golden heel on the ground like a spoiled child. “Blaise and Pansy are! They’re practically fucking behind you!”

Draco pursed his lips and pulled you away from the center of the common room. It was funny how only during Halloween you would be more drunk than he was. Any other time, he would be absolutely plastered and ready to throw you over his shoulder for some quality time in the bedroom. Besides, he was also drunk, but not as drunk as you were at the moment.

“Hey—!” You whine and stumble up the staircase to his dorm. “Where are we going?”

“You’re done for tonight, my love.” He opened his shared dorm and quickly shut it behind him, quieting the room from the loud mass of music and people downstairs.

You blink at the sudden quietude and look up at him with eyes that made him want to abandon everything and take you there. Draco cleared his throat and adjusted himself, rubbing his palms against his eyes.

“Let’s get you changed into comfortable clothing, yeah?” He dug through his clothes to find a sweater and guided you toward the bathroom, flicking the light on.

“Draco?” You mumble as he sat you down on the counter and pulled your golden pumps off. “Draco.”

“Yes, baby?” He look up at you from his kneeled position, eyes equally blown wide. “What is it?”

You blink again and just watch him for a little longer, keeping eye contact with the blonde. Even in your intoxicated state you still found time to admire him.

“Nothing.” You sent him a cheeky smile at his expression, taking off your golden wings and handing them to him.

He stood from his spot and kissed your shoulder, “Do you wanna shower or go straight to bed?”

“Bed.” You yawn.

Draco hummed and helped your stand, slowly removing your dress and replacing it with his quidditch sweater. You smiled tiredly and leaned your body against his when he began wiping the makeup off your face, playing with the end of his tie.

“You remembered.” You murmur sleepily, blindly reaching for your toothbrush you kept in the boys dorm.

“I’ve been doing this for two years straight, I think I would know.” He handed you your toothbrush and toothpaste before removing the rest of your makeup and golden pins from your hair. “There.”

“Thank you.” You spoke with your toothbrush still in your mouth and leaned against the counter as Draco moved around you to change.

When you were both settled into bed, you wanted to just fall asleep right then and there, but you still had one thing to do. Your body was practically on top of his when you thought of it, your head rested on his bare shoulder.

“Draco?” You murmur and trace hearts on his chest, splaying your hand over his beating heart.

“Yeah?” He tilted his head over to you, resting his cheek on the top of your head.

“Happy third year anniversary.” You smile softly and fiddle with the promise ring he got you years ago.

“Happy anniversary, my love.” He hugged you tighter, head now buried in your shoulder and neck. “Thank you for being amazing.”

You kiss his cheek and sigh, “I love you.”

“I love you more than you could ever know.” Draco murmured and kissed you properly. “Cheers to three years.”

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wordsarelife · 2 months ago

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pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: draco and you always come back to each other, sneaking around in secret, unable to let go, even though it’s getting harder to hide and maybe you're not willing to keep the secret any longer

warnings: slight angst but ends in fluff, height difference mentioned

your back was leaning against the castle's wall, arms crossed, you quirked a brow at the boy across from you. he was spotting a similiar expression, his arms crossed like you and face in a deep frown, unmoving as you nodded for him to talk.

"i'm not gonna apologize first" you shrugged, deciding to have it like this if he wanted to be difficult.

"well, me neither" he spat, voice venomous as he looked at you unimpressed, your threat not having the least bit of effect on him. "i wouldn't even know what for"

"you were the one that came back, draco" you reminded. "we agreed that whoever came back first had to apologize"

"well, i'm not doing that"

"then i'm not kissing you" you shrugged, turning your body as if to leave, before his hand grabbed your shoulder, turning you back around in a swift motion.

before you could protest or say anything else about his sudden action, his lips were on yours, pulling you in through the feeling that evaporated in your body.

you moaned into his mouth, not even caring that he didn't apologize, as he pressed you against the wall.

draco and you came from completely different worlds. he was a proud slytherin, someone that valued social standing and reputation above everything else.

you were a gryffindor, hanging along the golden trio most of the time, but basically being friends with everyone, no matter who they were or from which family they came. you didn't mind as long as you liked them.

draco and you had hated each other from the first encounter on. arrogant as he was, he had introduced himself to harry, muttering something about the wrong kind of people (eyeing ron and you) he had chosen to spend his time with.

you rivalry reached it's peak during third year when hermione had hit him and you had caught him days later as he was trying to throw something into her cauldron during potions class. you had slapped his hand back, resulting in him breathing in whatever he had held in there and spending a week in the infirmary, throwing up hours on end.

you gained two weeks of detention from snape, but quickly decided it was worth it, considering you had saved your friend from an even worse fate.

but the real change of your relationship had begun during fourth year. you had noticed that he grew into his looks and you couldn't believe it, but his cockiness actually attracted you.

draco continued making no secret of disliking you and your friends, but you noticed his eyes linger on you longer than they had before.

it had been a week of constant fighting, hormones high and upcoming exams stressing the both of you, where one thing had led to another and you found yourselves in shared detention with professor mcgonagall who punished you to sort through and clean her classroom.

"this is all your fault" draco muttered, cloth in hand as he rubbed it along the table, that picked the water up quickly.

"sure" you nodded with a role of your eyes. the row of goblets in front of you, used for the first year classes, turning out to be a particular hard thing to clean. "as if you didn't start the fight"

"i merely concluded obvious information"

"pff" you made, sending him a glare across the room. "that's not what i would call it"

"let's hear it then, genius"

"i'd call it an uneven distribution of arrogance and stupidity" you smiled smugly as you set down another goblet in front of you.

"you take that back!" draco let go off the cloth in his hand and dashed across the room, pushing his hands to his hips and looking down on you as if to try and dare you to say more.

"no" you shook your head, rising up from your chair so you were on an even level with him.

"one last chance, l/n"

"or what? you will send daddy to straigthen me out?" you puffed air out between your lips, not even caring about his answer. "you've been using the same empty threats for years, malfoy, it's honestly gotten boring at this point."

his eyes widened, switching to collect the glimmer of your lips as a memory and before he could properly think of what he was doing, he had closed the space between you, kissing you softly.

it had taken exactly ten seconds for both of you to realize what had happened, quickly breaking apart.

"you just kissed me!" you muttered stunned, pointing an accusing finger in his direction.

"you kissed me" he shook his head, just as shocked as you, as he tried to remember what had happened exactly.

"no" you corrected firmly. "i'm not taking the blame for this mess. this is solely on you"

"you kissed back though" he concluded, with a final nod. "don't ever do that again"

"well, okay?" you shrugged "i won't as long as you don't ever kiss me again"

the tension between you was palpable, as you kept holding eye contact, no one of you moving as both of you tried to find out what the kiss would mean for your relationship, or more so lack of, moving forward.

it had been a sudden decision, maybe because you had spent all your years at school trying to one up draco malfoy, but you didn't think twice, before you pushed your mouth against his once more.

this time the kiss lasted longer and both of you had to catch your breath.

"i thought i told you to never do that again"

you nodded, before you smirked, "you said i should never kiss you back"

"yeah" he nodded, admitting that you hadn't done anything he had forbidden. "and you said i should never kiss you again"

"never is such a harsh word" you shrugged and just half a second later you were kissing once more, your hands gliding into his neck as you pressed him closer.

what began that day in the classroom accompanied you through the school years that followed. you and draco would put on a facade in front of your friends and pretend like you still couldn't stand each other, which was, to be honest, not even far from the truth considering he still constantly annoyed you. all while you would meet in secret, sneaking around the castle and hooking up with each other behind everyone's back.

apart from sleeping with each other not much changed between you. you never declared what you did to be a relationship, although both of you never met other people.

draco was the one constant through your teenage years. sometimes you would go longer without the other, but you would always come back, like a drug you couldn't stop taking even if it had the potential to destroy you in the end.

draco ended the kiss, pressing his forehead against your own. "sorry" he muttered and you furrowed your brows in surprise.

he had never apologised before, even if that was your rule. he would always suck up for a while, until you finally accepted that he was somewhat sorry, without actually saying it.

"hmm" you hummed, pressing one more kiss against his mouth, before you broke away and grabbed your bag off the floor. "we've got herbology"

draco nodded and turned around, picking up his own bag. "i'll go around the courtyard, you'll go now"

"sure" he softly grabbed your neck with his hand, bringing you close again and kissing you, more passionately than the moment allowed. you were way too flustered when he let go off you, but he just nodded for you to go. so you did.

you kept thinking about him for the rest of the day. through the whole herbology class, most of potions class and even charms, which was you favorite subject.

it hadn't been yesterday when you realized that you maybe didn't still find him as annoying as you did back when you were children. that you had maybe even grown fond of him a little, or whatever it was that you had.

and there was a stupid part of you that longed for more. for more of whatever it was.

what you had enjoyed at first, was now the part you hated most about your little arrangement. sneaking around, lying to your friends and always keeping something from them, while they viewed you as family, as someone they knew everything about.

you just wanted them to know and maybe you also wanted to know if he would stay. stay at the possibility of people finding out about you.

all that went through your head until the next day. and realistically you knew he wasn't what you wanted him to be. you knew draco well enough. he would never agree to go public, much less to even be in a relationship with you.

so it was pretty clear what you had to do.

you knew that it was the right decision in the long run. for both of you.

you met in the same hallway. you were leaning against the wall when he arrived, a distant smile on his face, that only really broke out when his eyes fell on you.

"hey" he muttered. you let him kiss you, before he stepped back, leaning across from you.

"hi" you said, testing the waters. he furrowed his brows and crossed his arms.

"what is it?" he asked unimpressed. he was used to you berating him for something he had said or done the day before. most often it was something regarding your friends and even though he never admitted it, you noticed his behaviour change, when you had been angry about something.

"nothing" you averted your eyes. you could hear him step forward, on edge, not used to the sadness in your voice.

times you had been apart came normally right after you had fought with each other. always screaming loudly, having found something to be annoyed about, before you decided not to see each other anymore, until one of you eventually came back.

"tell me" draco urged, the calmness in his voice long gone. "did something happen?" normally you would have made fun of him for his unusual care, but now you even felt sorry about it.

"i don't think we should continue to see each other" you shrugged, acting as if you didn't even care.

draco laughed, or rather puffed out air through his nose, before he shook his head. "i told you i was sorry"

"it's not about that"

"then what?" he stepped even closer. "something with you friends? i didn't even really see them yesterday"

"that's not it, draco"

there were a few seconds of silence, before he sighed loudly. "is it a guy?"

"no"

"okay, so you're just doing this? for what?" he threw his arms up, like he couldn't understand anything anymore. "you'll come back anyway"

you didn't answer anything, staring at him blankly, not having the strength to even say it out loud. without you wanting him to, he caught the uncertainty in your eyes.

"..you'll come back" he repeated, voice low. "right?"

"draco" you sighed, not knowing what to tell him.

"no, don't be like that" he shook his head and you saw that he was trying hard not to show you how much he cared. "don't act like you have to console me, don't act like you're breaking up with me"

"i'm not" you nodded. "but i'm not coming back either"

he pushed his hands into the pockets of his trousers, not even looking at you when you picked up your bag. you tried to catch his eyes, but it was to no avail. so you just walked away, not even knowing if you felt relieved or sad at the predicament that he would never be coming close to you again.

you walked through the halls of the castle and opened the door to the courtyard. the weather had turned rainy, thick clouds hanging over the towers of the castle, hiding them in the white air. the rain hit the ground mercilessly and you realized too late that it had been a stupid idea to walk across.

"you can't just do that" the voice behind you was so sudden and loud that your bag almost hit the wet ground beneath you.

draco caught up with you quickly, not caring about the rain one bit.

"what?" you asked, continuing your quick walk through the yard. but admittedly it was to no use, considering that you were already wet to the bones.

draco grabbed your shoulder, making you halt in your step and turn to look at him. "you can't just decide that" he said "it's not your decision to make"

"it's not yours either"

"why are you like that?" he ignored your previous answer. "i thought you liked this"

"i did" you nodded, seeing no reason to lie. "until i didn't"

"what does that even mean?" draco pushed his wet hair back annoyed. he wasn't able to understand you and scarily enough, that was the first time in years he failed to read what was going on with you.

"that means that we have to stop seeing each other"

"but why?"

you ignored him, moving your arm so he lost his grip on you, walking further through the wet garden. draco followed you.

"why?" he repeated, "what do you want me to do?"

"nothing, draco, it's fine"

"if this is some psychological trick, i swear to god"

"it's not, draco" your voice became louder, trying to drain out the rain that muffled it. "just forget about me"

"what if i can't?" he had stopped moving, staring at you blankly when you turned around. you had never seen him like this. so vulnerable, so honest.

"it didn't even matter" you simply said, "it was nice for a while, but it's over now"

"so you just decided that?"

"yes"

"but it wasn't just nice" he came closer, his face painfully twisted, as if to try and see your reaction to it. to get something from you. to see if it really didn't matter. "it was different. it wasn't just something"

"then what was it?" you pushed him to say more, to hear what you needed to for so long. "tell me why it was different? i thought you hated me"

"i did everything but that" he muttered and you had a hard time understanding him.

"why did you never say that before?" you asked, stray tears mixing with the rain on your face. "why are you so desperately trying to convince me of something you would've denied if i had asked you before? why didn't it matter before? why didn't you say something sooner?" your voice evolved into a scream, begging him to answer.

"why do you think i always came back?" he matched the loudness of your voice, anger blending with desperation as his blue eyes crashed into yours.

"why do you think i did?"

"i thought you knew" he shook his head, not understanding how it had come so far he had to explain it to you. "i thought i made it clear"

"thought you made what clear?" you asked, your voice louder than his, as he had grown more quiet. "that you didn't hate me? tolerated me even? that you—“

"that i fucking love you" his scream made you shut up immediately, eyes wide as you stared at him. "and maybe i should've actually said that or maybe i'm not what you want anymore—"

"what did you think would happen? did you think i would just accept it? not knowing how you really feel?"

"no" he shook his head "but i had hoped you would stay until i finally gathered up the courage to say it"

"how long?"

he sighed, looking annoyingly sweet as raindrops fell down from his hair and onto his cheeks. he looked like he was crying in an artful way. beautiful even, you thought, as you kept your eyes on his face like your life depended on it.

"mcgonagalls detention in fourth year"

"you couldn't have possibly loved me back then"

"maybe i didn't" he shrugged "but it was the first time i felt like this, when you kissed me"

"you kissed me" you corrected, but unable to stop the smile from breaking out.

"well, what do you say?"

"you want to hear it back?" you asked.

"preferably yes, but for now a sorry would do"

"for now, a hot shower would do" you rolled your eyes. "alone"

"and after that?" his voice lost a bit of it's cockiness, returning back to the insecurity it had held a few minutes before, "what then?"

you pressed his lips against his and he took the kiss with surprise, before he reciprocated it.

you pulled back, looking up at him, drenched from head to toe, but absolutely beautiful in his eyes.

"i'll come back"

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vizjpmdose · 25 days ago

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BITTERSWEET ENCOUNTER. Draco Malfoy x fem!reader !! : none. a/n: FLUFF! i've been rewatching hp movies this month and realized that I missed this boy sm so I gotta write this. (English is not my first language, I apologize if you spot any grammatical errors that I'm not aware of.) preview: "Action speaks more than words."

Draco Malfoy strode through the cobblestone streets of Diagon Alley feeling really bored. A contrast of the Alley bustling with activity as usual. "Bloody boring." He mumbles to himself as he continues to walk with his hands tucked in his pocket. His thoughts and his boredom were aggressively shaken when someone bumped into him.

"Ah! Watch where you’re-" He stopped mid sentence when he looked down at you who had collided with him. You mumbled out an apology as you were also frustrated from the run-in. "Sorry," You mumbled out as you looked up at him. "I'm in a hurry, didn’t realize you’d be in my path." You added as you took a step away from him.

"Interesting.." He thought. Something in you struck his interest, he couldn't put his finger on it but he can clearly feel it. With your response, you tried to point out that he wasn't looking at his direction as well. If you were any other person, he'd be mad, thinking that he was being disrespected. You suddenly became an exception. "Don’t go getting into any more accidents now. I might not be around to catch you next time." He replied with the same energy.

You looked at him with an "are you serious?" Stare.

"Sorry again." You sighed out as you tried to finally walk away but you felt his grip on your wrist, the grip was soft so it didn't alarm you. "You dropped this." He said as he showed you a pack of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans. Your face scrunched a little in confusion, "That's not mine.. I don't remember buying that.." Your voice was filled with confusion. "Ah, well, perhaps you forgot." He replied with a humorous tone. "It's easy to lose track of things when you're caught up in the bustle of Diagon Alley." With that, he forced to place the pack in your palm. "..Alright.. Thank you.." Then, he finally lets you walk away. He didn't fret, he knows he'd see you again soon. He always finds way. The Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans were too tame for his taste but it was interesting. He was the one who bought it, he gave it to you as a silent apology for bumping into you, disguising his apology through a sweet treat.

Action should speak louder than words, as they say.

#draco malfoy #draco lucius malfoy #tom felton #harry potter #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter fandom #fluff

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blindfaithmate · 2 months ago

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All the Drarry Fics I've read and loved - Part 2

Back with another list.

No one ever told me by Slight Weasel - It is a one-shot where Harry marries Draco to keep him out of Azkaban. Harry says a lot of 'er', and Draco is doing his best to not be a prick. Harry's POV shows a Draco who has changed and is doing his best in drastic circumstances. It is an MPreg fic, so please read the tags before you jump in. I like reading MPreg fics, so I loved it.

Slutty Butter by Drarryweather - The best three-shot smut fic I've ever read (After Hoko_onchi - honestly, I love them; have read almost everything by them and 10/10 recommend). The writing is fantastic, the ending is satisfying, and there is a kinky Draco who unlocked several kinks for me. Everybody wins.

We're Not Friends by Alexmeg - I read this and cried a lot. Deals with heavy stuff. It is a short fic. But I feel this deals with what happens with Draco after the war at Hogwarts realistically. People leave him alone. And he is not just alone; he is lonely. So when he asks to meet Harry one day, it is suspicious. Ends on a happy note (I don't read fics with sad endings, so trust me, read this). Good fic. (I have also read Tell me a secret by them - this is also good but the ending felt off. Also, took me a long time to get into this fic. It is inspired by Grounds for Divorce so I had high hopes tbh. But oh well)

Not Mine, Never Yours by CapricornBookworm - Oh dear lord, we love oblivious Harry and pining Draco, but at one point, I was screaming at Harry to just realise that he's in love with Draco. And the ending soothed my burnt Drarry soul. And we get Charlie Weasley. Honestly, the best and the hottest Weasley. Would also recommend other fics by them. I've read them all. If I like a fic, I read all the other fics by the author.

Get What You Knead by dodgerkedavra - Harry is a shopowner and, fortunately/unfortunately, ends up buying a shop opposite Draco. The way Harry gets re(?)-obsessed with Draco is hilarious. Love this one-shot. If you are a cat lover, you'd definitely love this one.

All In Due Time by gnarf - It is an MPreg, and honestly, it has cinnamon roll Scorpius and I loved him. My heart broke for Draco in this fic. It was like one after the other thing was going bad for him. And Harry could've stepped in earlier. But I guess that's why this fic works and is aptly titled. Because you finally see Draco happy with his kids and find love with Harry after he has somewhat healed. Love this journey for them.

A Shower, A Meal, A Nap, and A Shag by chickenlivesinpumpkin - This is an 8-parter fic. Read it only if you are of a strong heart and can take rough, and I mean rough af smut cuz even I had to skip certain parts. It has a fantastic possessive, jealous, and obsessive Harry but you know there's something wrong. In one of the parts, they kinda break up (not a spoiler), and again, if don't like such a vivid description of a break up then skip that part. The fic, otherwise, is a masterpiece. I have realised a masterpiece fic will often bring up issues for you, and you will want to add disclaimers. The author has also done so. So, read this fic, but only if you're in a strong mind space. Read the tags before you get into it.

we have heard on high by oflights - Oh, this is a lovely fic. A soulmate au, where Harry knows who his soulmate but Draco doesn't know it yet. There's a good backstory to it. It is a long one-shot. It is a good late-night light read. I have definitely read more fics by this author but can't recall any at the moment. So do check them out.

I hope you all like the recs. Let me know if you have read any of them or read them after my rec and liked it? I mean it's okay if you don't but I'd love it if you do, you know? Also, thanks for all the love on my last rec list.

I will definitely come back with another list. Till then, keep reading, writing, and loving Drarry 💚🩶 (always grateful to the authors who write fics and share their art with us)

PS. Some of these fics will require you to have an ao3 account.

#draco malfoy #harry potter #harry x draco #drarry fic #hp fanfiction #tom felton #draco x harry #ao3 fanfic #archive of our own #fanfiction #fic rec #fic reading

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winchesterdreamgirl88 · 1 year ago

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His Sunshine

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warnings: Bad writing

Summary: Draco is a cold, dark, brooding person who forgot what it was like to smile or feel happy. But Y/n is the biggest ray of sunshine ever, she always has a smile on her face and is always trying to make people feel better. What happens when they are forced to work on a project together?

Word Count:513

A/n: I feel like I could've written this so much better but I just couldn't find the right words. I really like the grumpy boy and sunshine girl trope it's one of my favorites. I feel like Draco is very misunderstood and honestly isn't a bad person he just didn't have anyone supporting him or helping him. So most of my stories about him may be different than the movies but it's how I envision him.

3rd Person POV

Draco used to be a happy kid in his first year at Hogwarts, but as the years went by he became less and less happy. He was under so much pressure from his father to follow in his footsteps and become a Death Eater and serve his families purpose. He forgot what it was like to feel happiness and joy.

But Y/n on the other hand was the complete opposite, she always had a smile on her face and she radiated happiness. Unfazed by the world's harshness, Y/n exuded an infectious joy that seemed to dance in the air around her. Her whimsical demeanor and dreamy gaze were as captivating as they were mystifying. But surprisingly Draco didn't hate her, and he had every reason to. She was a muggle born and a Gryffindor, there is no reason Draco should feel the way he feels about her. But when he sees her smile he can't help but want to know the reason for her smile, and he wanted to be the reason she smiled like that.

2nd Person POV

One snowy day Draco had woken up just like every morning; sad and alone. He walked his way to potions with Snape, not prepared for what the day had in store for him. Draco walked into class and sat down at his normal table ignoring the useless boring chatter coming from Crabbe and Goyle.

"Alright everyone, I am going to assign you partners and you need to have this done by the end of the class." Everyone groaned and waited to hear who they were going to be forced to work with. Draco has managed to turn out Snape so he was surprised when you suddenly appear next to him.

"Don't worry, let's try and get this done as quick as we can so you can resume your role as the curator of crankiness." You said trying to get some sort of reaction from Draco. But he was facing away from you can not talking. Unbeknownst to you Draco's lips quirked into the tiniest smile.

As the next few days went by you and Draco continued to be partners and work together in potions. Over time, Y/n's infectious happiness became a balm to Draco's brooding soul. You taught him to appreciate the beauty in the smallest moments and find joy even in the darkest corners. Y/n, in turn, discovered a depth and resilience in Draco that others seldom saw.

As the days turned into weeks, Draco found himself smiling more often, his scowl replaced by a softer expression. Your relentless optimism had worked its magic on him. In a quiet moment beneath the starlit sky, Draco took your hand and admitted, "You're infuriatingly happy, y/l/n, but somehow, I find myself drawn to it."

And so, the grumpy Slytherin and the happy dreamer forged an unlikely connection, proving that sometimes, love blooms in the most unexpected places even between a ray of sunshine and a grumpy man who just needed someone to show him the sunshine.

#harry potter imagine #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy imagine #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #tom felton

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marypaol · 10 months ago

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Scared

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Slight bullying. It’s Draco after all. ;)

Summary: Hagrid is teaching Hogwarts students about Hippogriffs, and when Harry volunteers unwillingly, Reader gets scared.

Note: No use of Y/N, story based on the movie scene but I have read the books, and requests are open just comment! Enjoy :)

*Sorry about any spelling or grammar errors

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The air was slightly chilly but just the right touch to kiss your skin, your hair to brush your cheeks, and your chest to breath freely. The whole group of students were enjoying the day as a breeze went through the air and everyone felt like their worries were let go into the earth’s atmosphere.

But soon that feeling disappeared, replaced with growing fear in their stomachs as they saw the creature before them.

“Isn’t he beautiful?” Hagrid’s voice boomed, his lungs being able to hold so much air that his voice sounded like he was yelling every time he spoke. Everyone shifted, eyes staring at the creature instead of their teacher.

Ron Weasley was the one who spoke first, asking the question everyone was wondering.

“Um.. what is that exactly?”

Hagrid laughed warmly, chucking a treat at the creature as it got it skillfully in its mouth, chewing contently.

“That, right there is a Hippogriff. Meet Buckbeak.”

Hagrid smiled and looked at them like they should stare in awe hence the introduction, but instead all the students seemed to display nothing but fear.

The girl herself felt scared, anxious on that the animal was capable of doing. She leaned over to Draco, eyes still fixed on the creature before them. “Do you think he’s trying to kill us or something?”

Draco chuckled, tossing his green apple in and out of his hand. “Not at all. But if he is I hope it’s Potter.”

The girl rolled her eyes but laughed nonetheless, nudging his arm with her elbow like a mother would nudge her child to shut up.

“The first thing to notice about Hippogriffs is that they are very proud creatures. You never want to insult one cause that’s the last thing you’d ever do.” He gave them a warning scan, eyes staying on Draco for a little too long so the girl gave him a look when he got to her, forcing his eyes to leave hers.

He cleared his throat and clapped his big hands the size of trash can lids. “Now, who wants to meet him?”

Everyone took a step back except for Potter, who didn’t have a clue that they left him by himself.

“Harry, thank you.” Hagrid said, making the kid look around at everyone behind him. Harry stepped forward hesitantly, staring at Hagrid with a terrified look on his face. The teacher gave him an encouraging gesture, causing the Chosen One to take more steps.

Draco chuckled softly from next to her, turning his head slightly towards her as a sign he was talking to her. “Look at scared little Potter, trembling in his shoes.”

She couldn’t help but let out a laugh at his expression, seeing a teasing glint in his silver orbs as he watched Potter walk towards the creature. “Shut up, Malfoy.” She said teasingly. He turned towards her, eyebrows raising. He didn’t make an effort to state a comeback, not when Hagrid spoke up.

“Now bow nice and slow, and if he bows back you may touch him. If he doesn’t, well, let’s get back to that later.”

Harry bowed slowly, looking up at the creature to see its reaction.

It was at that moment that Draco lost patience, instantly taking action. “I can’t see.” He complained, eyes searching the crowd until they landed on an innocent girl, harshly shoving her out of the way and finally taking a bite of his apple at the same time, people around him naturally moving away on instinct. The girl followed suit, standing next to him since the view was much more enjoyable at the new spot.

They both could see clearly at that moment that the creature had mixed feelings on the greeting, limbs wildly moving in the air.

Hagrid’s head snapped to Harry. “Harry back off now. Nice and slow now.”

While Harry followed instructions, the girl could not bear to look away, waiting for the animal to attack the student at any moment despite her fears of seeing the aftermath. Her nerves got the best of her, hand that was by her side moving quickly to the person next to her, holding theirs. His skin was soft and smooth, despite the stressful situation. Her fingers glided through his easily, holding on tight as a form of comfort. His body then recoiled unexpectedly, flinching away from her touch but their linked fingers prevented him from fully doing so. Draco’s head snapped in her direction, eyes meeting her wide ones once she realized whose hand she grabbed.

She went to take her hand back, arm yanking towards her body but he didn’t allow her, his hand seeming to have a grip on hers. Her cheeks flushed, and she looked back at the animal to distract herself, but the skin to skin contact was making her heart pound nonetheless.

His fingers didn’t loosen one bit, in fact held a little tighter when the tension between Potter and the Hippogriff grew by the second.

Even though the creature ended up bowing to the boy, allowing him to massage its beak lovingly, their hands still stayed combined.

She liked to think it was because he thought she was still scared, but his lingering touch almost begging her to keep her hand there as well as the body heat radiating was the real reason for the contact between the two Slytherins.

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cumberbitchhhh · 10 months ago

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2024 mattheo riddle girls are just a grown up version of 2020 draco malfoy girls

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swiftlymoniquesblog · 6 months ago

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Happy 44th birthday, Draco! You deserved so much better than you got in your youth but I hope your life now is greater 🫶🏻

#harrry potter #draco malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco x reader #d #tom felton #slytherin #draco angst #draco lucius malfoy #happy birthday draco

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lqveharrington · 1 month ago

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So American | D.M.

summary: You and Draco have a lazy day. However, you and Draco take your teas differently.

pairing: draco malfoy x american!reader

includes: MAJOR FLUFF, kissing, teasing, playful bantering

a/n: i was listening to olivia rodrigo.

When you first moved to the United Kingdom to further your studies on witchcraft and wizardry, you didn’t expect to fall head over heels. Especially when that person wasn’t know for their behavior back at Hogwarts; At least that’s what you heard from your co-workers. You didn’t believe that he — the sweetest nurse at St. Mungo’s — could be so cruel to the Harry Potter.

But when you found yourself getting closer to the Brit, you couldn’t help but ask him his reasoning. It wasn’t like you asked with malicious intent, and luckily he didn’t view it as such. He simply stated that he was young and stupid, making you stifle a laugh. From there, your friendship with the blonde deepened and blossomed into a steady relationship.

There were often days where you both worked on such a tight schedule at St Mungo’s, but on some occasions, you were both scheduled to have the same day off. These special days were entitled: Lazy Days. Quite original.

Lazy days were a familiar routine. The both of you would stay in bed as long as you could until you were starving and then lay on the couch reading a book until it was tea time. Something you had gotten accustomed to.

However, tea to you was different to people from England.

“Dray?” You yawn softly as he ran his fingers up and down your back. You finished reading a chapter a while ago and just wanted to be in the present until 4:30, which was when Draco would get up and prepare tea for the both of you.

Draco hummed in response to you calling out for him, gaze lifting from his book to your tired eyes. “My love?”

“I’m cold.” You pull on your blanket tighter and give him a sheepish smile. “Sorry, you can continue reading.”

“You’re cute, you know that?” He set his book down and pulled you into his arms so you were comfortably straddling him. He pulled the blanket around the both of you as you easily tucked your head in his neck.

“You feel warm.” You hum into his neck, hands finding his shirt and slipping underneath. “Super warm.”

He chuckled softly, pulling his head back to take a look at your tired face. His eyes did a full sweep of you. From the stray strands of hair sticking to your forehead to the curves of your face.

“D’you wanna come with me to make tea?”

You shiver when his hands slip under your top and around your waist, a contrast to his other body parts. You move your head back into his neck, nodding softly at the question.

“Of course.”

Draco kissed your cheek and removed the blanket covering the both of you with ease. He secured his hands underneath your thighs and made his way over to the kitchen, setting you on top of one of the counters.

“Counter’s cold.” You grumble as you tuck your hands into your arms in attempts to warm your body from the freezing granite.

“M’sorry.” Draco gave you sorry smile and brought his hands down to your thighs and gentle rubbed to warm you. “Better?”

You smile warmly at him and let him go back to his tasks as the kettle whistles at you. This was always one of your favorite sights. Just the domesticated life you and Draco led outside of witchcraft and wizardry, well, as much as you could.

“Can you add creamer to mine?” You murmur and wince when you hear him drop the tea spoon into the cup itself, causing a loud clunk to ring out. You knew this was going to happen, it happened every time.

He looked up and glanced at you from the corner of his eye before blinking. “No.”

“Dray.” You huff, watching him stir in the sugar for the both of you. “Please.”

“Creamer is for coffee. You can have honey with your tea.” He opened the refrigerator for the honey. “Here.”

In horrible attempts, you tried to grab the creamer from the fridge but get pulled away by Draco himself. Rolling your eyes, you squirm and try escaping but no avail.

“Draco, you can have it with honey or whatever you put in your tea. I want creamer in mine.” You cross your arms, tilting your head up the slightest bit to face him. You watched him look at you with absolutely no emotion, hands still keeping you in place.

You pouted jokingly, making yourself seem cuter than normal. Draco raised a brow at you and shook his head, making you pout even more.

“Please.” You rest your forehead on his chest and feel his arms encase your body. “Just this once.”

After a beat, you hear Draco sigh and you know you’ve won him over, even if it hurts his poor Brit heart.

“You’re so American, my love.” Draco kissed the top of your head and opened the fridge for the creamer, handing it to you. “I’ll get you to convert eventually. You are living here now.”

“I’ll make you move to the states with me.” You cheekily reply, kissing his cheek. “I love you, Dray.”

He rolled his eyes and squeezed your hip as you poured creamer into your tea, watching the transparent liquid change. “I love you too, you American.”

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wordsarelife · 5 months ago

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—anti-hero

pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: you hate that you’re so emotional about everything, but draco secretly loves you for it

warnings: none

“hey, guys” your voice was soft and rather quiet, but still loud enough to achieve immediate silence from your boyfriend and his friends.

draco and you had been dating for more than a year now, but you were still not sure his friends even liked you or just tolerated you at most.

“love” draco nodded, a pleased smile on his lips, as he made space for you between him and blaise.

the pairing of the two of you was quite unexpected to say the least. no one in the castle had expected draco malfoy, a slytherin through and through, to fall in love with the sweetest hufflepuff in his year, not even you. you were surprised yourself, when he had one day come to the greenhouse, asking you out for a butterbeer. the rest was history.

“how is you project going?” draco asked.

“well, it’s a bit harder than expected, i have to admit” you shrugged, but draco shook his head.

“nothing you wouldn’t be able to overcome”

“you’re flattering me”

“yeah” blaise exclaimed annoyed “please stop, your guys’ flirting gets on my nerves”

draco and you exchanged a look. “sorry” you quickly excused “i didn’t mean to annoy you”

blaise shook his head, absentmindedly telling you it was fine, before he continued biting down his toast. enzo threw a smile in your direction.

“ignore him” he grinned “he’s been bitter all morning”

“oh what happened?” you asked, rather worried.

draco softly connected your hands, shaking his head at you and whispering something along the lines of telling you about it later.

“oi, we might as well tell her, malfoy” mattheo rolled his eyes, making it evident that he heard every single word.

“i’m not sure if—“ draco tried to say, but was quickly interrupted by mattheo, who leaned over the table as if he had interesting information for you.

“he’s been rejected by tara gallagher”

“oh” you muttered, unsure what to respond.

“seems like someone doesn’t have what it takes to charm a hufflepuff” theo muttered and you turned you head in his direction, surprised that he had even listened to the conversation, as he was busy, reading a book about defense against the dark arts.

“well, not everyone has the privilege to have malfoy as their last name” enzo shrugged, as he added the words laughing.

blaise rolled his eyes, but did not say anything. you looked back and forth between draco’s friends, unsure if the conversation was going in the right direction.

you hated when the topic would fall on draco’s and your relationship. the slytherins would often make jokes about your unlikely pairing, as if it wasn’t already hard enough for you to believe that someone like draco could really love someone like you.

“maybe draco could give you a few tips” enzo grinned and you bit down on your lip.

“yeah, or maybe tara gallagher is just too clever to believe everything i tell her” the words had left blaise’ mouth before he had really thought about the implication they would have about you and draco. just when you thought it was only you thinking in that direction, he quickly threw a hand over his mouth, spotting a regretful look.

“y/n” enzo muttered when he noticed your teary eyes.

draco’s smile died down as he turned his head and noticed the look on your face.

“sorry” you quickly apologized, as you swung your legs over the bench.

“i’m sorry” blaise quickly tried to interfere, but you were already hurrying down the row to the door of the great hall.

“you’re really amazing at talking to girls” theo stated sarcastically “when you don’t make them cuss you out, you make them cry”

“i’m sorry—“

“—you better be” draco interrupted blaise.

“—but she’s just so sensitive. i mean i wasn’t even speaking about her”

“well, the implication was right there” enzo shrugged “you could’ve been a bit more considerate"

"i'm going to search for my girlfriend before you have time to insult her some more"

"i told you i was sorry"

"safe it" draco shook his head, standing up.

"tell y/n we're sorry about blaise" theo said sympathetically.

draco nodded, before he stormed out of the hall, trying to make you out. you were hiding in a dark corner, face in your hands when he found you.

"hey" draco cooed, taking your hands in his and lifting them from your face. "don't cry, love"

"i'm sorry" you sobbed and draco's face softened. he took you into his arms, trying to calm you down. you stopped crying eventually, while he was rubbing circles on your back.

"i'm sorry about what blaise said" draco apologized when you were calm enough to listen to him. "i don't think he meant it like that, you know?"

"it's not blaise" you said honestly, shaking your head.

"oh" draco said surprised, furrowing his brows. "then what is it? there has to be a reason for you to be upset"

"that's just the problem, draco" you said softly "i don't think i have a good reason, i never do"

"what are you talking about, love?"

"i hate that i am like this" you admitted, trying to escape his eyes.

"like what?" draco wondered, worry evident on his face "there's nothing wrong with you, you're perfectly normal"

"but, i'm not" you argued "i hate they way i always start crying and am upset at nothing, it's exhausting and must be much more for you"

"oh, love"

"and i get that might be the reason that your friends don't like me" you bit your lip, trying to stop yourself from crying yet again "they must think i'm acting like a baby"

"but they do like you"

"they're always quiet when i'm around"

draco looked away quickly before his eyes were back on you a second later "that might be my fault" he admitted "when we started dating i told them to behave when you would be there, i didn't want you to be uncomfortable at the way they normally are"

"oh, so you even had to tell them to tone it down, because i would be too sensible?" you whispered softly, the tears threatening to spill yet again.

"no, love" draco shook his head, touching your shoulders as you looked up at him with big eyes. "i thought they would ruin my chances with you. not because you are too sensible, just because they can be real idiots and would probably scare any girl away"

"except for pansy" you shrugged, a smile playing on your lips.

"yeah" draco laughed, happy that you weren't as sad anymore "she would probably scare them away first anyway"

you giggled at his words. he touched your face, rubbing your tears away softly. "don't cry anymore, yeah?" he asked "you're perfect the way you are. actually i fell in love with you because you're so sensible, while i wouldn't directly call the way you are sensible"

you smiled up at him with hope at your eyes. "what would you call it?"

"empathetic" draco smiled "i have never seen someone being so concerned about the well-being of bugs"

"i pray nobody kills me for the crime of being small" you recited.

"exactly" draco nodded, kissing your forehead "you're the most caring person i know and i don't think having strong emotions is wrong in any way"

"you really fell in love with me because of it?" you asked "i always thought it was something you were able to ignore or tolerate, not something you liked"

"how could i not? i was a goner after i saw you build a bed for the bug" he laughed "i should've told you, but i assumed you knew, forgive me, love"

"don't be sorry" you kissed his cheeks "i hated myself for it for the longest time, but knowing that you actually like it changes everything"

"i don't just like it, i love you for it"

"i love you too" you smiled.

"and i do think the guys like you" draco nudged your elbow "you should've seen the way theo and enzo chewed out blaise and how sorry the poor fella was. they even told me to tell your they were sorry on his behalf and blaise was apologetic too"

"he didn't do anything wrong"

"he could've been more considerate" draco shrugged "should we go back? we don‘t have to, if you're not comfortable"

"i'd like to finish my breakfast"

"good" draco nodded, taking your hand and leading you back to the table.

blaise immediately apologized several times when he noticed you, even after you had told him it was fine. the rest of breakfast was much more enjoyable with the guys feeling more comfortable now that they knew you were alright.

you were glad to have such a loving boyfriend and draco was glad that you were alright.

you cried a lot less during the weeks to follow, a result of you growing more comfortable around draco's friends and also becoming friends with them too.

after draco had told them they didn't have to behave differently when you were around the ice got broken and they weren't as reserved anymore.

theo and you would often study together. he was good in potions and you were good in astronomy so you would constantly help each other.

it turned out that both blaise and you were giant quidditch fans and were actually fans of the same team. you often spent time talking about past games or different players you liked. he even gifted you a scarf in your team's color for your birthday.

pansy, mattheo and you would occasionally visit hogsmeade together, spending the whole day in honey-dukes, testing the newest snacks and sweets and deciding on your favorite sorts or flavours.

you learned that enzo was obsessed with plants and flowers so you often got him seeds to plant and helped him in the garden.

draco was glad that you had finally settled into the group and that you weren't so afraid of your feelings anymore that you actually had the time to notice that they all found you lovely, even if they would occasionally joke about your ability to start crying so easily, especially during a sad movie.

blaise never made an annoyed remark about your emotional side again and you were happy to finally feel better about yourself and the way that you were.

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satansapostle6 · 1 month ago

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The World Was On Fire And No One Could Save Me But You | D.M.

Warnings: Language. Violence. Mature Themes. Smut.

As Lord Voldemort rises to power, Death Eater legacies such as Draco Malfoy and Elise Selwyn are forced to join their ranks. Desperate to return his family to the Dark Lord’s good graces, Draco Malfoy is forced to fight alongside Elise in a war they never wanted any part in.

Part IV

Part V: The Best Laid Plans

Draco Malfoy had pointed out on numerous occasions that he, emphatically and wholeheartedly, did not trust Elise Selwyn. And, given the evidence he’d carefully compiled upon a clandestine investigation of her character, he had good reason not to. Of course, his informants had also been Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

But either way, Draco had only strengthened his resolve upon investigating the new ally in his corner. There was simply no way Elise’s insistence on being a part of his assignment from the Dark Lord personally was for anything other than her own gain.

“If you want my opinion, Elise Selwyn is a lowlife, untrustworthy slag,” Pansy Parkinson said with surprising and almost unwarranted resolve.

“I didn’t,” was simply all Draco had to offer as he pondered the subject.

This offended Pansy, who pouted crossly at the breakfast table, feeling embarrassed to be laughed at by Crabbe and Goyle, of all people.

“I’m serious, Draco. She’s just trying to worm her way into the Dark Lord’s good graces,” the girl remarked.

“Why would she need to do that?” Draco reasoned irritably, not exhibiting patience for her lack of insight. “Her father is his right hand man.”

“Pffft!” his ex-girlfriend spat. “Their family’s irrelevant, and they know it. They’d give anything to be one of the Sacred Twenty-Eight,” she confidently offered a hot take.

“They are in the Sacred Twenty-Eight,” Goyle reminded her, thrilled to be smarter than Pansy for once.

“Will the three of you kindly shut up?” Draco snapped, pulled away from his thoughts. “I can’t bloody well hear myself think.”

Pansy was reluctantly and forcibly silent for the rest of the meal, as further down the breakfast table, Blaise Zabini and Elise Selwyn were convening on their own.

“Do you think Malfoy’s told you his real plan?” Blaise wondered.

“It has to be. He took me to the Room of Requirement; it’s more than likely he’s shown his hand,” Elise said as she gingerly sipped her juice.

“Do you think?” he asked.

“I do. Malfoy doesn’t know what he’s doing; he’s never done anything on his own before,” she remarked as she spotted him anxiously glancing in her direction in her peripherals.

“You’re right about that,” her friend assured her.

“Personally, I think he’s making much ado about nothing; killing an old wizard hardly has to be complicated. He’s vulnerable these days, especially here, and to students,” she murmured in frustration. “I could walk up to that table, cast the Killing Curse, and the Dark Lord would be praising my family name before lunchtime.”

“But you don’t care about any of that,” Blaise suggested with a smile, “Do you?”

“Of course not,” she responded rather concisely. “I care about the right things being set into motion.”

“What things?” he wondered.

They hadn’t gotten to speak much about these sordid affairs over the summer; Elise knew that her father had suspected the Ministry, and other entities, of monitoring their written communication, so she had always been vague at best when it came to the family’s dealings. Elise sighed as she leveled with Blaise, finally admitting her motives in their entirety.

“Blaise, my love. Do you know what my father values more than anything in this world?”

“Power,” he answered simply.

“And?”

“Money?” he guessed.

“Appearances,” she offered, “Aesthetics, if you will. Everything in our home serves its purpose as elevating our family’s status in its function as well as its look; including me. Do you believe I’ll get to choose my own ‘mate’ when the time comes?” she asked derisively.

“I wouldn’t bet on it.”

“Exactly,” Elise reasoned, “Who I’ll marry is more than likely just who will make our family shine. It’ll have to be someone worth something, and almost as important, someone with the right look. Someone who shines. Have any idea who that might be?”

Blaise chuckled as he realized; his mother, Mrs. Zabini, was known for, if nothing else, her captivating beauty that managed to lure seven different wealthy husbands to their mysterious deaths. Blaise, naturally, took after her in many respects.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, love, but you’re hardly who I’d want to marry,” he stated.

“Likewise,” Elise concluded, “Meaning. I have to change my father’s perception of who my ideal life partner is; preferably someone I find attractive enough, and preferably someone in the Dark Lord’s inner circle. So, I have adjustments to make; pawns to move, and whatnot.”

Blaise stopped for a moment, fully in awe as he once again remembered why Elise was his best friend.

“That’s genius,” he said finally. “And kind of scandalous.”

“It’s more like business,” she corrected.

“When, exactly, did you make these calculations?” Blaise wondered.

“After that first night in the Room of Requirement.”

Blaise paused as he took a moment to consider the pathology of his friend.

“Are you telling me you’re thinking of killing the most powerful wizard in the world just so you can shag Malfoy?” he realized.

Blaise wasn’t quite sure if he should be appalled by her morally reprehensible behavior, or just simply impressed.

“Oh, absolutely not,” Elise scoffed in disgust, “I have my priorities. At most, he’s an added bonus.”

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“What an artful concoction you’ve cultivated for us today, Miss Selwyn!”

Draco Malfoy couldn’t help but roll his eyes as the Potions Master shamelessly fawned over one of the pupils from his own house.

“Thank you, Professor Slughorn,” Elise said humbly as many in the room watched her.

The ambitious Gryffindor, Hermione Granger, seemed particularly envious.

The older man seemed more sly as he leaned in carefully, lowering his voice to a mischievous murmur as he spoke. “And I trust you’ll be joining us at the dinner party this evening, Miss Selwyn?”

Blaise grinned at his workspace beside her, watching as she nodded politely. “Yes, of course, sir.”

“Good, good! Again, do feel free to invite whoever you’d like. A date, perhaps, eh?” Slughorn teased. “I’d love to see you part of a, shall we say, power couple?”

Elise kindly faked a smile as he disappeared surely to speak to other students invited to the dinner party. Many in the room, especially Pansy Parkinson, were glaring at her enviously, but she was more focused on the one person who seemed to have more on their mind: Draco Malfoy. Jealousy set aside, he seemed fascinated by the prospect of the dinner party, suddenly realizing the opportunity he was being presented with as he watched Elise carefully.

“You’re taking me to that party with you,” a demanding voice hissed over her shoulder as she left the dungeon classroom.

Elise just rolled her eyes as Blaise gave her a knowing look before heading down the corridor without her. Fully aware things were going as planned, she turned back to Draco.

“I most certainly am not doing that.”

“Why not?” he spat unpleasantly.

“Because Kellan’s asked me to bring him,” she explained.

“What, Kellan Byrne?” Draco questioned, instantly thinking of the intellectually challenged seventh-year.

“Yes,” Elise informed him, approving of his apparent bitterness.

“He can escort you without a bicycle helmet on?” the ornery blond demanded.

“I can assure you I don’t want him for his intellectual insight.”

“You’re seriously blowing me off for that brainless hairpiece?” Malfoy demanded with an undeserved sense of indignation.

“Why do you want to go so badly?” she asked him with some curiosity.

“Because. I need to keep an eye on that Potter,” Draco said bitterly, practically spitting out his name, “He’s been particularly suspicious lately, and I don’t like it one bit.”

“So, you need my help spying on Harry Potter?” Elise said quietly.

“I don’t need anything from you,” he stated with a certain stubborn resolve.

“Suit yourself, then,” she concluded, making it a point to walk off.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he followed her aggressively, hardly satisfied with how their conversation was ending.

“To find my brainless hairpiece.”

“Get back here, Selwyn!”

“Why?” Elise asked him, crossing you arms. “I turn the other cheek every time you insult me, or question my loyalty, and to thank me, you make ridiculous demands of me, expecting that I’ll just blindly go along with them. Contrary to what you might believe, I am in no way your subordinate, Malfoy,” she said his name with an unpleasant sharpness.

“Do you always have to be so melodramatic?” Draco scoffed.

“Melodramatic or not, I still have the upper hand,” she reminds him. “So I suggest you think very carefully about how you’d like to speak to me.”

“Okay, fine! I’m sorry,” he said hastily, “Now will you make sure I get into that bloody dinner?”

“Fine. I’ll go tell Kellan, but just know, you’ve cost me a great shag,” Elise sighed, walking off.

Draco just rolled his eyes at her reluctance. “Bloody hell, if it’s that important to you, I’ll shag you myself!”

She just shook her head.

“Like you could keep up.”

Draco looked around, flabbergasted, as he kept trailing after Elise through the corridor.

*****

Just before dinner, Elise emerged from the dormitories to find Draco waiting impatiently for her in the Slytherin common room. Blaise had already left, since Draco told him to go on ahead so that he and Elise could speak freely. Upon seeing Elise, in the elegant blue dress he’d never seen before, he’d almost forgotten that this was the same girl he’d quarreled with in the halls.

“Took you long enough,” he remarked begrudgingly, as his eyes adjusted, viewing her as more of an ally or classmate than just another person.

“Can we be civil, or are you incapable of having a good time?” she said as they headed for the door.

“Tonight isn’t about having a good time,” Draco said. “It’s about figuring out what Potter knows.”

“And how exactly do you expect to find that out tonight?” Elise wondered. “By asking him before dessert?”

“Don’t be an idiot,” Draco muttered.

“Take your own advice.”

They both walked the dungeons, neither of them swimming thrilled about the company they were currently in.

“Once I can get Potter alone, I’m using Legilimency on him. And then I’ll use a Memory Charm to wipe it all away,” Draco presented confidently.

“What?” Elise said softly. “Are you fucking daft?! He’ll see that coming from a mile away!”

“I’ll be able to do it,” Draco reassured her.

“No, you won’t,” she promised. “There’s no way Potter would ever be alone with you.”

Draco was very insistent on following through on his plan.

“I’ll figure it out.”

“I hardly want to be alone with you!” Elise cried.

“I said I can get it done,” he said with finality.

“No, you can’t. You’d be better off slipping him Veritaserum,” she reasoned. “And that’s not a suggestion,” she added, before he could get any ideas.

*****

Later on that night, beyond any reasonable hour where anyone might have to be in the common room, Draco Malfoy crept into the Slytherin common room. Sure enough, his suspicions had been confirmed. He poked his head out in the corridor, able to spot Elise Selwyn. Draco also had no idea what she was actually up to, being in the common room so late at night, but he knew it couldn’t possibly be anything good. Draco tuned into the room as completely as he could, looking in and listening for any possible clues as to what was going on.

He watched as Elise sat down in front of the fireplace, shielding her body with her silk robe as she waited. Sure enough, much to Draco’s surprise, a distinct face appeared in the fire. Draco let out a tiny gasp, watching as Elise, clearly conspiring with someone, whispered a hushed greeting. Draco listened intently, desperate to figure out who the girl could have possibly been conspiring with, and more importantly, what they were discussing. Draco expected all sorts of things, suspecting that perhaps Elise was reporting his progress to her father, or someone, but what he actually heard managed to shock him.

Elise surprisingly wasn’t in cahoots with her father, or any other Selwyn, for that matter. Much to Draco’s indignation, the clear and distinct voice he heard belonged to the one and only Bellatrix Lestrange, his own aunt. Draco’s blood boiled as he hid behind the wall, furious at his mother’s sister for conspiring against him.

“Have you made any progress?” Bellatrix hissed, her face peeking through the smoldering embers.

“We’re working on it,” Elise reported, quickly correcting herself, “I’m working on it,” she assured Bellatrix.

Draco quietly cursed her under his breath, spiting her for going to his own aunt behind his back.

“You need to get a move on!” Bellatrix snapped urgently. “The Dark Lord is impatient! Even I can’t pacify him…”

“I know. And we will,” Elise promised.

“Well, you’d better!” the woman argued back, “Because we’re all dead if you don’t!”

Draco winced, once again reminded of the stakes of his mission from Lord Voldemort.

“Yes,” Elise bowed her head shamefully, “I know… We’ll go to Snape.”

“No!” Bellatrix said immediately, horrified by the idea, “No! You can’t trust him! He’s a rat! You two are better off on your own, mark my words.”

Elise sighed, knowing that there was no convincing her.

“But never mind that,” Bellatrix said carelessly, “There's something else I need to tell you…”

Elise’s brows furrowed with concern.

“What is it?”

“Something important. Something I don’t dare put in writing,” Bellatrix whispered to the girl.

“What is it?” Elise repeated fearfully.

Bellatrix was just about to answer the question, before suddenly stopping. Draco froze, once again ducking behind the wall as Elise turned to look in his direction. He felt as if his heart was beating at a million miles an hour.

“Are you alone?!” Bellatrix demanded.

Draco listened. There was a pause before Elise spoke again.

“I don’t know,” she confessed finally.

“Then it isn’t safe!” Bellatrix growled.

Draco could hear that the conversation seemed to come to an end as Bellatrix’s face disappeared into the fire with a loud crackle. He panted softly, quickly rushing back to his own dorm room before he could be discovered by Elise. After everything he’d overheard, he had no idea what to make of things. Yes, he was angry, livid, irate… Elise had lied to him this entire time. Gone to Bellatrix behind his back. But still, there were more important things at hand. What was it that Bellatrix was about to tell her? Draco needed to know, as soon as possible.

His aunt, he now felt, was a conniving liar, but she was right about one thing; it wasn’t safe. For any of them.

Part VI

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unknownperson246 · 3 months ago

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Hi dear ♥ Can you make a 3some with Izzy Stradlin & Tom Felton ? A story where they would be like in a bar talking and suddenly the topic turns into "Who's the Best in Bed" and then it arrives the Fem Reader, and they persuaded her to have sex with them both, Smut pretty please ♥♥

Hiiii I'm so so sorry I didn't finish it earlier but here it is I hope you enjoy it ❤️❤️❤️

Part 2

The Bar:

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warnings: *smut* *fluff* *threesome* *p in v* *anal sex* *double penetration* *cum play* *drunk reader* *being drunk* *fingering* *multiple orgasms* *throwing up* *slight CNC play?* *grammar (Grammarly didn’t wanna work)*

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You are sitting in the bar. You were in a skirt and a leopard print silky dress. You had stalkings on and you had a leather jacket that covered your body. You were glossy black high heels silver with rings on your fingers. You saw a guy whose hair was black and overall he looked like he was in a rock and roll band. His outfit is all leather. It looked li At first, you didn't recognize him because he was far away and you were half drunk. You walked closer to him with the mug of beer. You walked to him. It was Izzy Stradlin. He was your favorite rockstar. It had to be a dream. It couldn't be real. Maybe you were so out of it you hallucinated him. You slightly tapped his shoulder to make him turn around fully. “Oh, my-” You were left speechless. It wasn't really a hallucination. It was your idol, Izzy.

“Izzy Fucking Stradlin” You chuckle.

He looks back at you with a small smile. It felt awkward to him but he loved to interact with fans when they were respectful to him. Suddenly your head snaps back and you see a blonde man sitting next to you. It's Tom Felton. You felt like you were in heaven. Both of your celebrity crushes were in front of you. You sit down on the stool next to Izzy. “Hi, Tom,” You say smiling.

“Hi,” He says, sipping his beer and smiling at you.

“So how was your night?” Izzy asks you.

“It was well. Speaking of night I think you would be the best in bed Izzy” You smirk at him.

“You're drunk.” Izzy scoffs at you.

“Drunk for you babe.” You start to flirt more. Your words are slurred at this point.

“I think I would be the best in bed” Tom suddenly joins the conversation.

“Hm Really?” Izzy asks like it is a challenge.

“Yeah, I mean it's pretty simple.” Tom laughs.

“I got my hotel keys,” Izzy says.

Izzy helps you up. You love where this is going. One of your arms is around Izzy and your other arm is around Tom. They know you're so drunk. They help you to the trashcan so you can get everything out of your system. You start to make small grunts because you feel like you're going to puke. Tom holds your hair up as Izzy helps you make less grunts.

“Shh. It's okay. Just get everything out” Izzy says.

“I feel better,” You say less drunk. The effect wasn't fully gone but throwing some of the alcohol helped.

“Let's fucking go to the hotel room” You squeal. You were already persuaded to let them both fuck you.

Izzy and Tom were surprised that you even noticed about the hotel room since you were sick. You didn't need their help to walk anymore. Tom held your hand in case you got knocked over. Izzy led you both to the elevator. The bar was on the 3rd floor from where the hotel rooms were. Izzy grabbed his hotel room key to be prepared. You were standing in between Tom and Izzy. There were a bunch of other men and women around you both in the elevator giving you small and dirty little glances. Izzy you and Tom left the elevator on the 5th floor where Izzy's hotel room was. Izzy led you to the room. It was room number 405. Izzy unlocked the door. All three of you enter. You hung a leather jacket on the coat rack near the hotel door. You went over to Izzy and kissed him on the cheek. You were about to be tipped over but Tom comes from behind you. His hands on your waist to stop you from tipping over. You lay down on the huge hotel bed putting your legs up for Izzy and Tom to see your black silk panties hugging your body. Izzy couldn't help himself anymore and he grabbed your breasts. Tom got his fingers and attempted to slide them inside of you while your panties were still on you.

“Fuck” You groan feeling Izzy at your tits and feeling toms fingers shoving inside of you.

“Iz- Tom” You try to moan both of their names to make them both happy.

Izzy brought his cock out and started to dry hump you through your wet panties. Tom saw what Izzy was about to do so he stopped fingering you to watch you and Izzy in enjoyment. You were moaning and squirming at the feeling of Izzy's cock grinding against you. Tom was getting himself ready while Izzy was teasing you. You felt Izzy's cock harden up as he teased you. He enjoyed watching you beg for him. You took your dress off and threw it on the ground. You got up while Izzy was trying to get you wet. You came with your panties on. You hurried up and took them off.

“Fu-” You cry halfway already feeling the need to come again. The feeling of Izzy and Tom seeing you naked just aroused you even more.

“You already came huh?” Izzy smiled.

Suddenly you feel something hard go up inside of you. It kept moving quickly. It was Tom's cock. Your come made it easier for him to thrust inside of you over and over. It was like a slip-and-slide for his cock. His hips moved back and forth. He pulled out and Izzy quickly stuck himself inside of you replacing Tom’s cock. They kept taking turns like this. All three of you felt pleasure. Izzy's hips grinding with yours for 5 seconds, same thing with Tom. Soon Izzy stuck himself inside your pussy while Tom stuck himself in your ass. They were doing the double penetration trick. All three of you were finally enjoying yourselves. You felt Izzy's hips slam with yours as you felt Tom's hips slam into your ass repetitively. Izzy kept going. Tom kept going. You felt amazing as both of them kept thrusting inside of you. “Oh, Izzy” You moan, mostly feeling the pleasure in your front area rather than your back. You felt Tom kissing your neck from behind. You were amazed at how everything felt. You never wanted the high of your orgasm to end. You felt Dizzy throwing himself against your bare chest. You heard small moans and groans coming from him. Without any words or sounds, you came on his cock. He said no words at all. You felt his hot breath on your chest. It kept getting heavier and heavier. He was panting. You felt him leave his orgasm inside of you. He pulled himself out and his cock went soft. Izzy made his way over to the hotel shower and took a shower. Tom removed himself from your back and went inside of your front trying to get you to orgasm like when you orgasmed on Izzy’s cock. You fell on the bed behind you. To save time Tom went full speed and kept moving and moving. You came. He pulled out of you and his come landed on your stomach. You were still drunk so you fell asleep in Izzy's bed. Tom got up and left when you were in and out of consciousness and Izzy came out of the bathroom with a black robe on.

“Damn it, Tom,” He said, looking down at you. He hoped Tom took you with him.

Izzy moved you into a more comfortable position. Izzy fell asleep next to you eventually. While you were asleep he whispered sweet things into your ear. You woke up to Izzy stuffed inside of you panting softly.

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yourbiggestfan2020 · 8 months ago

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Tom Felton was Gods apology for men.

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marypaol · 8 months ago

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One With The Wind

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Summary: Reader has a fear of heights and doesn’t understand what all the hype about flying around is about, until she asks Fred to show her.

Warnings: Playful teasing? Friends to “lovers”, Acrophobia (fear of heights), that’s all I know of.

Note: For the lovely @marriinachoo -I hope this was enough fluff for you! (And I hope you enjoy it- thanks again for requesting!!)

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“I still don’t understand how you guys do that.” The girl said while the two flaming haired boys discussed the famous Wizard game every boy and girl wanted to try (besides her.) Putting a spoonful of food into her mouth, she looked up at the two.

The red head in front of her raised an eyebrow in question, and the replica of him did the same, making her laugh.

“Do what?” George asked.

She waved her utensil in front of her as a way to gesture to the two twins.

“You know, climb on a stick and go into the air in intention of beating a ball to other students; potentially killing them.”

The two boys laughed in unison despite her seriousness, so much so you couldn’t tell the difference between them and their laughs. They both smiled wide, the noise of happiness filling her ears as she watched them. Their heads turning to each other, eyes meeting with a mirror image as they only chuckled harder when the other person made a funny face that set them off.

“First off, love, it’s a broomstick, and we’re Beaters. That’s our job: to beat the ball to the other team?” Fred explained with a teasing smile sitting on his lips.

George chuckled. “I thought you’d know that by now. You’ve been dealing with us since First Year.”

The girl rolled her eyes in response at their teasing words despite the blush threatening to rise on her cheeks from the nickname Fred gave her.

“Whatever it’s called, I don’t know why it gets you guys all riled up. I’d rather watch than fly, thank you very much.”

George shrugged her comment off and turned to Lee Jordan who grabbed his attention, but Fred raised his eyebrow at her. Not in a confused questioning way, but in a teasing manner.

“Really? Rather watch than fly? Blimey.”

The last word was murmured, his wild head trying to comprehend the fact that she would rather stand around a bunch of sweaty teenagers and young children than to feel the wind in her hair as the simple yet powerful excitement of completion roared through her veins.

She shrugged in response, finding nothing of it. “I mean, yeah, because I’m too scared to; I could never.”

Fred made a face. “Scared? To fly?”

She nodded sheepishly. “I mean I can’t name a thing that isn’t scary about it.”

Fred scoffed, and since they were at the end of the table, he quickly got up and swiftly moved next to her, their shoulders brushing.

“Nonsense. It’s very exciting, actually.” He assured gently. He then grabbed his plate from the other side of the table, his silverware now in his hands.

He continued to eat as if her fears were simply silly, something so small she was making so big.

She hesitated before asking for conformation. “Really? But you go so….high.” She fought back a shiver when she said the word but her heart failed, the organ in her chest seeming to stagger out of fear just from the thought.

Fred nodded and turned to her. “You do go pretty high, but when you’re playing the game you don’t really think much of it; you’re distracting yourself from the height by doing so.”

She hummed softly, mind taking what he said and turning it over so she could see all the angles.

“So… if I were to go up on a broom and distract myself, then I wouldn’t be as scared as I think I would be?”

Fred shrugged, moving his fork to her plate and stealing a piece of cut up chicken that was there.

“I mean, it might not work for you, ‘cause I don’t even have a thing of heights, but it works for me despite my absent fear.”

She thought about it for a moment. I mean, she trusted the twins; maybe even trusted one more than the other. (Fred.)

So it wasn’t that that was keeping her from asking, rather it was the deep fear of the biggest, most negative solution to come out of it. What if she fell to her death and never saw any of her friends again? She’s too young to die.

She blinked, realizing she was staring into space while thinking such negative thoughts.

Her blink must of re-set her brain, causing her head to turn towards the boy.

“C-could I try for myself and see?”

Fred coughed out pumpkin juice at the sudden question, his mind so used to the comfortable silence they fell into he didn’t expect her to talk again.

“What?” He rasped, patting his chest. She chuckled, picking up her napkin and giving it to him to wipe his mouth.

She watched him do so as she repeated the question.

When she did a small smirk formed on his lips.

“Sure.”

“Yeah, no, I change my mind.”

Fred laughed in the breeze, the noise blessing her ears.

“Come on, it was your choice and you’re in Gryffindor for a reason. Hop on.”

Fred was currently standing on the ground with the broomstick in between his legs, the sand on the Pitch almost covering his shoes.

She shifted, her stomach turning at the thought of leaving the ground but she followed his order despite, legs swinging over the stick and arms wrapping tightly around Fred’s waist.

Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t take the time to recognize it, her chest occupied with a squeezing sensation of fear.

“Ready?”

His voice broke out her fear, the soft question falling from his lips so effortlessly, like it was a bird with wings and claws, using them to take her fear and fly it off into the wind, never to be seen again.

Sadly the feeling of courage only lasts for a second because as soon as she nodded softly against his robes, his leg kicked off the sand and they were no longer on the ground.

She bit back a scream but some of it slipped, causing a small squeal to escape.

Fred chuckled but she didn’t hear it over the wind, instead feeling his body shake from the laughter.

“Open your eyes!”

She didn’t want to, but the trust for him was strong so her eyelids fluttered open, the broom coming to slow yet calming pace.

Her cheek was still pressed to his back, but her eyes scanned around her and she was met with the breathtaking view of Hogwarts, the building standing as strong as ever as the wind flooded her hearing.

Her mouth came agape at the sight, her head leaving his back as she turned to look at everything possible, leaving no angle unseen.

“Hey, hold on tight back there.”

She rolled her eyes even though her arms were wrapped around his waist so tight he was struggling to breathe she bet, but she still laid her head back down on his back.

His skin was warm through the fabric, and it wasn’t the reason for the deep flush on her cheeks, traveling to her neck.

“Rather watch than fly, huh?”

She threw her Quidditch uniform on the floor roughly, despite the background noise of Oliver yelling to put it on so they had time to get out there.

She used the precious time she had to walk an over and give Fred a well deserved slap on the arm, his beautiful laughter once more filling her ears.

-I hoped you liked it! 💕🥺

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