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[cleopatrachampagne]

[ash-whimsicalfanfic]

We Got That Love, The Crazy Kind

Mattheo Riddle X Fem OC/Reader

Word Count: 2153

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

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

*Y/N’s POV*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All I saw was red.

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

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

“Ms. Y/L/N, enough.” Umbridge warns.

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

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

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

“Expelliarmus!” I shout.

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

What have I done?

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

Who said he was still your Mattheo?

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

“Episkey.” I whisper.

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

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

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

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

“How many lines?” I ask.

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

“Understood.” I say shortly.

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

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

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

“Is this you talking back?” She asks.

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

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

“What the hell are you doing?” I ask.

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

“You can’t do this!” Mattheo snaps.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s fine.” I mutter.

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

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

“It’s me.” Pansy says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Like your birth?” I ask annoyed.

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

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

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

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

I walk out of the room as Draco whistles.

“Damn.” Mattheo mutters.

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

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

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

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

“Well care less.” I say annoyed.

“Snape said it scarred.” She says.

“And if it did?” I ask.

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

“Y/N.” Oliver says.

“Yes, Oliver?” I ask, looking up.

“Can we talk…alone?” He asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*Mattheo’s POV*

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

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

“Don’t do it man.” Theo warns.

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

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

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

“Not again.” Lorenzo sighs.

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

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

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

“Mattheo…please.” She whispers.

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

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

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

“I love you.” She says softly.

“Your mine.” I snap.

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

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

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

“Mattheo!” She exclaims embarrassed.

“They got that love.” Lorenzo chuckles.

“Yeah, the crazy kind.” Pansy teases.

[stvrl0st]

I saw someone do this so I'm gonna

☆COUPLES IN MY HP DR.☆

i will not tolerate any hate btw

BLAISE ZAMBINI &

SUSAN BONES

now before your like "uhmmm what." let me explain what their dynamic is (wtf does that make sense.) in my dr susan LOVES to talk/she's like rly talkative & he loves to listen AND SO ON.

ZHARA CLEMONTE &

MATTHEO RIDDLE

zhara is very artistic & spontaneous & mattheo is I don't wanna say obsessed. BUT he'd do anything for her basically. also no that's not why they're a couple, #opposites attract

PART ONE BC TUMBLR HATES ME & WONT LET ME POST MORE.

also having none for draco because I hate that little bitch<3 & I've updated my hp dr since I shared it 😭

[slytherinprincesses17]

Part 1:The boy who flew too close to the sun and the girl who was made of sunlight

Summary: The part where Draco decides if you are the sun, then he must be Icarus

Author Note: Hello Everyone, This is my 1st Draco work! I'm very excited to share with you all, this takes pace in 4th year through 6th. I was inspired by Greek Mythology as well as Vincent Lima's EP Versions of Uncertainty. Reader is Terence Higgs, younger sister though it is not mentioned much in this one. Pure blood and one of the sacred 28 families. This going to be multiple parts! Im thinking maybe 4/5 !!

Please leave your feedback and comments!!

-K🍄

______________________________________________Draco Malfoy had known Y/N Higgs since childhood. His mother and yours were close from their Hogwarts years. So, you could often be seen frolicking throughout the manor. He recalls you picking flowers and handing them to the house-elves. Chasing butterflies. Lying about in the grassy hills, always under the blooming wisteria trees. Draco always felt drawn to you. Like spring after winter, you warmed those around you. He was no exception.

You murmured "Draco..." as you lounged in the garden one afternoon. As the brilliant blonde sat next to you with a Quidditch magazine in hand.

"Mhmm…" his head turned to you before he could think… like a sunflower to the sun, you commanded his attention.

“Will we be friends next year?” you inquired with a tilted head, fingers plucking at the blades of grass. You avoided his gaze, afraid of the blunt boy's answer. 

"Of course y/n, don’t be silly…. my mother's anger would erupt if I showed you any disrespect." Draco spoke in a flat tone.

He wanted to escape this moment, afraid you would see through him. That you would see it was he who disapproved of your exit from his life's circle.

“Even if I’m not a Slytherin?” you inquired, your voice tinged with melancholy, eyes narrowed.

"Of course, sunshine..." He said softly returning to his pages, looking up out of the corner of his eye at you. You had a matching rosy tint and a smile. 

“Good… That’s good,” you said softly.

To tell the truth, Draco thought you would never become a Slytherin. Simply because it wasn't in your nature. You are ambition and cleverness have always been present, but never cruelty. You were cunning and crafty, but never at anyone's expense. You were smart beyond measure, like a Ravenclaw. Kind and loyal, as they could come, like a Hufflepuff. And hard-headed and brave, like a Gryffindor. Yet he found himself corrected that 1st year at Hogwarts as you sat beside him in your green tie and beaming smile. Draco had never been more relieved to have been wrong.

From then on, everyone knew you, Y/N Higgs. You stood out as a remarkable Slytherin, distinct from the others. Walking with a gracefulness that compelled those around to turn their heads. Spending time showing 1st years around and volunteering in the Hospital wing. Even helping Hagrid with the magical creature care. You held friends in all the houses. Everyone would say you were uncharacteristically nice for a snake....

Draco always wondered. How could a pure-blood Slytherin, raised under the same pressures as him, be so kind? Still, you stayed close to one another. You kept your promise to be friends until one cold winter day in 4th-year during potions...

"You will work on this essay in pairs, and it will account for a significant portion of your final grade.”  Professor Snape droned on, explaining the assignment.

"I have preassigned your partnerships and will hear no griping or groaning about said matters. If you cannot work together, write your own 6 parchments on the effects and magical uses of a bezoar. These partnerships are absolutely final. Due Monday.” Snape said in his dreary, disinterested tone.

"Now…" Snape began to read off the pairs.

"Grander and Parkinson"

"Potter and Parvati"

"Zambini and Longbottom"

"Granger and Goyle"

"Malfoy and Higgs"

"Weasley and Finnigan."

Draco's doodling stopped at the sound of his name. Professor Snape was continuing down his list, leaving no room for complaints. As you plopped down next to him, your feet shuffled about. The scent of honey and wisteria filled his nose; you always smelled like home to him.

"Hello, Draco! How lovely… it’s like our summer studies at the Manor," you beamed, unpacking your quill and ink.

Draco nodded and returned a soft smile that was only reserved for you. 

"Not even our summer studies are this extensive. Leave it to Snape to dampen the weekend before the Yule Ball." You huffed out, defeated.

"About the Yule ball…..” Draco trailed off as you turned to look at him with hopeful, wide eyes.

"Who gets the pleasure of being your date for the evening?” he asked, his gaze slanting towards you, his breath suspended in anticipation. 

You see, over the years, Draco has grown fond of you as you have of him. Both too comfortable in your normal to risk something so dear, so both stood still. Suspended in the friend zone until he heard news that someone asked you to the ball. Lighting a newfound fire underneath him. He couldn't resist taking that leap, determined not to let the opportunity slip away.

"I was hoping you would’ve asked me by now, Draco. Though I take it you're opting for Parkinson.” You made a face when referring to Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin with a crush on the Malfoy boy.

He let out a gentle laugh in amusement. He cherished the moments your envious Slytherin persona emerged.

"No. No. No. I'm not attending with Pansy. I heard through the gossip vine that the champion asked you himself: Cedric Diggory, is it?" He grimaced at the name. From the start of the year, it was known that he fancied you.

But who didn't? You were a dream come to life. You were kind and smart, second only to Hermione. Yet, you never dated. You never agreed to Hogsmeade dates or study sessions with anyone. That includes Oliver Wood, Cedric Diggory, and even Saint Potter. No one knew why. But you did. If you never agreed, you'd find Draco next to you in the library, or arm in arm on Hogsmeade weekends. So why agree when your heart was already so full?

You declared, "He did, but I turned him down." You shrugged, refocusing on your homework. The air around your desk grew heavy as you huffed out a breath of frustration.  

You adored Draco. The parts of him reserved for you were warm and soft. He looked out for you and was always there. Waiting since the announcement of the Yule Ball for Draco to ask you, turning down everyone who wasn't him. You knew he was a bloody coward, even considering asking him yourself a few times. All you needed was confirmation. Reassurance that it wasn't only you who found yourself wanting more.

"Since we cleared the air and I'm not going with Parkinson, you're not going with Diggory. Shall I save you the embarrassment of attending alone?" He flashed a playful grin.

"Save me the embarrassment? No. No. No. Mr. Malfoy, you forget yourself. I have a line of willing suitors waiting for me." You laughed, noticing Draco's slight annoyance.

"Let me save you the ghastly displeasure of having Parkinson be your last resort... Of course, I'll go with you, Draco; why do you think I turned down the future Triwizard champion?" You gave him a sidelong glance. "I was waiting for your daft arse."

Draco's lips curved upward in a subtle grin of admiration at your boldness.

" Well, thank you for waiting for me to catch on... It is a pleasure to be on the arm of such a lady."

You shared a warm smile with him before resuming your tasks. A new excitement and giddiness filled you both. 

__________

The following evening, you found yourselves in the library. Draco occupied the seat opposite yours. Surrounded by dim candlelight, open textbooks, and the smell of fresh ink in the air. You both discussed what colors to wear to the Yule ball and the Potions assignment. Which reminded you to write to your mother about the recent development. Both mothers grew anxious as they awaited news of your companions for the ball. They had hoped it would be each other after all. It was Narcissa Malfoy and Beatrice Higgs who watched all those summers. As childhood friendship bloomed into something only mothers could sense.

As the sunset and talk faded, you whispered, looking up at him through your long lashes.

"What do you wish to be when school is over?”

Draco set his quill aside, gazing at you with introspective eyes as he pondered the question.

“I know Father wishes for me to take a prominent position in the Ministry someday.” He muttered, shrugging his shoulders. "You know, following after him and all."

"No, no, no... what do you, Draco Malfoy, wish to be? Parents be damned!" You shook your head in disapproval and reached for his hand.

He let out a low, amused laugh and curved his lips upward. "A potions master, maybe an astronomer," he whispered, placing his icy hand on yours. You smiled back.

"I wish to be a healer, maybe a teacher. My parents likely want me to marry, and that would be the end of it." You huffed, your cheek resting in your palm.

“Parents be damned ….” Whispered Draco, tightening his grasp on your hand.

With soft smiles, hours passed and homework gave way to chat. The air was fresh and electric around you both. A want... no, more like a compulsive need to touch and be close grew and grew. As you worked through the weekend together in your safe little cove of the library. Transitioning from opposite each other to shoulder-to-shoulder. Any space between you both was too much.

___________

The Yule ball night arrived suddenly. As Draco found himself standing at the bottom of the long stairs in front of the great hall with Theo and Blaise. All anxiously awaiting their dates to descend the stairs… all minus Theo. Nothing could have readied Draco for the stunning sight of you in candlelight. Your dark blue dress and gold accents shone like the stars that made the constellation….

You descended the stairs grasping tightly to Draco's outstretched hand. Everyone faded away as he drew near, his gaze locked on you. When you finally reach him, he spins you around to savor every angle, embracing you tightly.

"Wow, Higgs, I knew you would clean up exquisitely."

Theo Knott, the endless flirt, spoke. Breaking your gaze with Draco and ruining the moment. The blonde boy shot a piercing stare at Theo, who responded with a sly wink. 

“Thank you, Theo… you’re too kind." Your face flushed; you dipped your head in embarrassment.

"Lucky man, Malfoy." he said, still gazing at your glory as you stood, arm locked with Malfoy by your side.

"I know, Knott … by the way, don’t you have a floor of single women to save from a night of heartbreak versus harassing my date?” Draco spat with no real malice toward the Knott boy.

"Did you come alone, Theo?” you said, confused.

"Don't waste your pity on him Y/N… he chose to come alone on purpose," Blaise said, laughing. "It's all part of his grand plan to woo the hearts of many."

"Exactly correct... because why limit oneself to one date when one can save many from a night of loneliness?" Theo said rather proud of himself "Although, if you were my one date, Higgs... I'd accept the burden." He smirked.

Draco pulled you closer into his arms as he swung at Theo playfully, shoving him away. As you rolled your eyes at the boy's antics. 

Lorenzo Berkshire appeared from behind Draco, quickly taking your hand from his cousin’s grasp and spinning you in a circle.

“ My goodness, you are a sight Y/N” Enzo said laughing softly

“ Enzo, you are too kind” you stated slightly dizzy steading yourself with your to his chest and a smile

“ This is not flirting with my date hour…” Draco huffs in annoyance as he once again pulls you towards him tucking you under his arm tightly. You smile at him softly patting his chest in reassurance.

"And who is the lucky girl gracing your arm tonight, Blaise?" you asked, changing the topic.

“You mean unlucky… very unlucky, y/n," Theo added with a laugh.

Daphne Greengrass your best friend appears looking like a fairy princess in her dark green and silver gown.

“ That unlucky girl would be me…” She says shooting a glare at Theo “ And at least we have dates” she stick her tongue out in touché

The last of your group trickle in, complimenting one other and filling the area with small talk.

Soon Draco’s hand finds your waist as he leaned over and whispered in your ear too distracted by his breath on your neck to listen to Enzo speak anymore. You turn your attention fully to the Prince of the hour.

"Shall we find ourselves a spot inside Sunshine?" he whispered, only for you, against the shell of your ear. It caused goosebumps to travel up your body.

"Lead the way, love….” You gazed, captivated by his timeless black tuxedo with blue highlights. He looked like he came from a fairytale. His regal appearance captivated you. 

You walked in through the large doors, arm in arm. Heads turned to see that the Slytherin Prince had won the fair maiden's heart. Yet, it surprised none. It was only a matter of time before the Slytherin Prince captured the princesses.

As you danced the night away with your friends. You suddenly weren't heirs to pureblood fortunes. You were nothing but dumb teenagers in love at a school dance. And it was there... in that moment, as his heart raced. Not from dancing, but from looking at you in the soft candlelight. He decided: if you were a flame, let him be a moth. If you were the sun, let him be Icarus.

Draco decided he would gladly face your light and fire. Fearing no consequences if it meant being wrapped in your warmth for a second longer. Let his wax wings melt and he be drowned in the ocean. Let him plummet from the sky ungracefully if it meant being with you. Because you.... made of sunlight and sugar, were worth it.

"I don't want this to end..." Draco's soft voice fought to be heard above the blaring band and laughter as you stood beside the punch bowl. 

You lifted your gaze from your cup and furrowed your brow in puzzlement. Was he referring to the song? The ball? The night?

“Say what you mean, Draco." you urged as you stared into his icy eyes that held a fire behind them.

“I mean this feeling, this … whatever this is. I enjoy who I am with you at this moment. I don't want it to end." His voice held a sense of sadness and fear, like after the music stopped and the night ended, that would be that.

You declare “ Then let’s be like this… always.” As you grasp his hand tightly and pull him into a kiss. He meets you halfway, kissing back effortlessly. He wraps one hand around your waist and the other in your hair. Passion and years of yearning found itself exchanged in the kiss.

As you broke apart, heavy breathing and foreheads touching, you chuckled at the cliché of it all.

"Shall we get out of here?" Draco's red, puffy lips spoke softly against yours.

And you could only nod as he took your hand out of the great hall, smiling and laughing. 

Running through the halls hand in hand, up the tall winding stairs to the astronomy tower. Stopping only to kiss each other for a few moments. It was there on the ledge. The very ledge that would later and forever change the course of your life, that Draco gazed at you.

"Y/N, my love…” he reached for your hand and began playing with your fingers as you both stood leaning on the rail.

"I am enamored by you. You roam my mind, unrestricted at will. I wonder endlessly about your happiness. I wonder if you dream of me. If you ate. If you're safe." he rambles like a madman.

You smile, rubbing your thumb against his hand as encouragement…

"Please do me the honor, sunshine, of being mine." He draws a long breath, his eyes locking onto yours.

"Oh Draco…. You whisper, "I've always been yours," before you lean in to brush your lips against his. He responds with a fervent kiss, hands around your waist, yours buried in his soft hair.

You spent another hour in the tower. Draco pointed out his favorite constellations between fevered bouts of making out. His suit jacket wrapped around you. It smelled of mahogany, fresh apples, fresh ink, and silver. Nothing but more time could have solidified the night as perfect.

"Your lips are turning blue, sunshine." Draco chuckled as his fingers caressed your winter-kissed cheeks. His hand felt like ice, so you enveloped it in yours, pressing your lips gently to his skin. The winter air was becoming too cold to ignore, signaling the end of the night.

"I guess we should be heading back then." You groaned, throwing your head back.

Draco's laughter burst out as he rose to his feet, bending to grasp and lift you upright. He enveloped you in his suit jacket, tucking you in tight and kissing your cheek lightly. Leaving a warmth in their place. You smiled.

Walking back to the common room down the tower steps, hand in hand, a newfound contentment hung in the air.

The rest of the year went by rather quickly. Between classes, you and Draco made time for each other. Enjoying Hogsmeade weekends and late nights sneaking off to the astronomy tower. It all felt too good to be true. Which as fate would have it was true... nothing good lasts long.

There you were in the stands of the third Triwizard task. Screams and cries filled the air. Draco hid your face in his chest, holding you close and tight. As you stare in shock at the body of the kindest boy you knew... tears slipped slowly down your face. Time dragged on, after Cedric's memorial with the buzz of grief and you-know-who on the rise. Static seemed to be in the air… like a drop of water about to fall into a still lake.

If only you knew then what hung in the stars for Draco and you. What darkness was at play and how far your Icarus was willing to fall for you, his sunshine. 

[smuttyazrael]

About me:

She/Her, Cancer (not that I think it matters much), ADHD, dog lover, animal obsessed, thinks penguins should run post offices, curious by nature, and absolute horn dog.

PSA: If you have nothing nice to say, move on. Don't read fics if you don't see something you might like. And remember these are not playbooks for life these are fantasy. I shouldn't have to say this but apparently I do.

Send requests, try to include as much as you want to see in your fantasy. I will adhere to it as much as I can. If it only has 1 or 2 sentances I will be making up a lot, so it might not be exactly what you want.

Good luck and may the odds be ever in your favour.

This is where I put all the horny fantasies I have that aren't suitable anywhere else. This is the deepest corners of my mind. The depraved part of me. The part I want no one to see.

This is also where I put requests that I get asked to do. To get the chance to push the boundaries of my writing in ways that I don't normally. I am trying to get better at writing smut, so to do that, I must do it more. So, here it is.

What you can expect to see on my page:

Nothing that isn't smut. Don't expect anything fluff unless there is a smut in it.

Characters: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Blaise Zambini, Viktor Krum, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Regulus Black, James Potter, Ron Weasley, Jason Todd, Paul Lahote, Sam Uley, Quil Atera, Embry Call, Seth Clearwater, Jared, Kim, Captain America, Tony Stark, Thor, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov, Bucky Barnes, Dimitri Belikov, characters of my own creation.

Fandoms: Harry Potter, Twilight, Avengers, Batman, Vampire Diaries, Vampire Academy, Teen Wolf (possibly).

Kinks: innocence/corruption kink, cum kink, size kink, breeding kink, lactation kink, daddy kink, incest, stepcest, praise, dom/sub, masturbation, oral, anal, sex, pregnancy kink, knotting, A/b/o, breath play, humiliation, Hyperspermia, squirting. Beastiality (sorta, it's Sirius in dog form, and he turns human)

I have a hard time with M/M with no F involved ever. So, do bare with me sometimes. I will add more as I do more exploring. Don't hesitate to reach out with any ideas. I will do them after I plan it out and spend a few days making it.

Here's my master list. Hope you enjoy!

[witchofhimring]

Gryffindor Party

Cackling echoed through the hall as six Slytherin students raced down the hall. Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Crab, Vincent Goyle and Y/n L/n. No, they should not have been out. Nor should they be trying to sneak into a Gryffindor party. But tonight was a day they could get away with it. The Gryffindor's had invited everyone, though there was an unspoken rule that most Slytherins were not invited. But who would care? Everyone was probably having too good of a time to care if a few unwelcome guests slithered in. 

The idea had mainly been Y/n and Malfoy’s. Crab and Goyle would follow Malfoy everywhere and Pansy probably had a crush on Malfoy. It took Y/n an entire day to convince Zabini to come along, he was always a stick in the mud. But after Y/n had sworn that she would buy him candy from Honeydukes, he agreed. 

The journey did not go as well as you had hoped. On the third floor Peeves was dropping eggs on the heads of unfortunate passers by. 

“Of all the nights.” Disgusting. Blaise spat in disgust. You looked down at your robes to see that they were mercifully dry. Pansy sneered at him and Draco anxiously looked around. 

“C’mon I don’t wanna be late.” You got to your feet and were quick to race down the hall. 

“Wait!”  Everyone ran after you. 

“What?” You asked, looking back. 

“We need to be careful!” Blaise caught up to you. But you didn’t wait to argue, the Gryffindor tower was just up ahead. You walked up to the door. The Fat Lady was drinking heavily from a goblet. 

“Well, aren't you going to say password?” She slurred. Instead you knocked, knowing someone would let you in. 

The scene was absolutely wild. Students from multiple houses were practically trashing the common room. The Weasley twins had set off fireworks, Percy was sobbing in the corner (probably because of the mess), and some blonde kid was on the chandelier. 

Awesome! You grinned. Pulling an unwilling Zambini inside, you joined the throng. 

It was mayhem. You were surrounded by a sea of scarlet and gold. The radio was turned up so loud you could feel the vibration in your bones. Somehow you found yourself dancing with Lee Jordan. You were chugging down Butterbeer with Pansy as Draco looked on in between horror and disgust. 

“Honestly, no one would take you for a pureblood.” Pansy huffed and flounced away. 

“You belong to the L/N family. You have to act in accordance with your station! I think it is very important to behave in accordance. For example, my family- “

You grabbed both of Draco’s cheeks. Giving him a silly smile, you giggled. 

“Draco, we all know you come from a long line of ferrets.” You grinned. At this point Draco had enough. After muttering that he was most certainly not a descendant of ferrets (contrary to what Ron Weasley would have you believe), he stalked off. Likely he had gone to find Crab and Goyle. Looking at the clock you saw it was twelve. Maybe it was time to head back? 

“Are we going back now?” Zabini hissed in your ear, causing you to jump. 

“I reckon we should. Where's everyone else?” You looked around to see Draco, Crab and Goyle in a corner. 

Alright. I’ll go find Pansy. Get those three and wait by the door. You slipped through the crowd and eventually found her looking out on the grounds. 

“Pansy, it’s time to go.” She followed your lead and both of you headed to the exit. 

“Where's Zabini?”  You could only see Draco, Crab and Goyle. He already left. 

“What?!” You rushed out the door. Zabini couldn't go out alone, he might be caught! The four of you cautiously snuck down to the dungeons. Hopefully Zabini didn’t run into any trouble. 

He ran this way. A voice growled. Everyone froze. It was Filch. You guys moved behind a statue. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped. But looking behind you, it was Zabini. 

“Oh thank Salazar.” You caught your breath, heart beating painfully. 

“Filch caught me just as I entered the Great Hall. He didn’t see who it was, only that I was there. Damn it!” Zabini hissed. 

“How are we going to get out of this!?” Draco whimpered. Suddenly you had an idea. A firecracker was hidden in your robes. You had brought it just in case. 

“Okay, guys I have a plan.” 

This would either go very well or very badly. Filch was prowling a floor bellow, so you would have to be quiet. The rest hid in the shadows. 

“Wingardium Leviosa!” The firecracker levitated in the air. You let it float six floors about before setting it on the landing. Then you flicked your wand. 

BAM!  a n explosion echoed around Hogwarts castle, getting the attention of everyone resident. Immediately an uproar was heard. Teachers and students spilled up onto the landing about. People passed the statue, not sparing it a glance. With ease, everyone was able to slip into the crowd. 

“Who started that!?” 

“You don't think  we are under attack?”

“Nah, I bet it was Peeves.”  

The six of you snickered as you slipped away. 

[snakefoxcloud]

whats new scooby doo is definitely why i like pop punk and alt rock

[lunnettewrites]

“flirting”

It started with Blaise Zambini. One day, he came up to Hermione Granger during breakfast and complimented her hair. Before she or her housemates can even process what he said, he made his way over to the Slytherin table like all was normal.

Then during potions, Theodore Nott walked over to her table and complimented how precisely she cut her ginger roots. He shot her a toothy grin before before returning to his table, leaving her and her partner staring at him with wide eyes.

Even Pansy Parkinson gave her a compliment, telling her that her muggle cardigan didn’t look cheap. Sure it was a backhanded compliment, but it was still the nicest thing she’s ever said to Hermione.

For the next few days, all three Slytherin took turns being nicer to Hermione. Blaise and Theo would fight to open the door for her. Pansy would quickly lend her a quill if hers broke during class. They’d even showered her with more compliments than words spoken to her since 1st year.

Before transfigurations, Blaise pulled out her chair for her and Theo - who was already holding her bag - carefully set it on her desk before both boys walked over to their seats without saying a word. When Pansy walked in, she winked at her before taking her seat.

“Mind telling me why you’ve got all these Slytherins flirting with you?” Ginny asked as she slid into her seat next to Hermione.

“Honestly, I have no idea.” Hermione glanced at the three Slytherins who smirked and high-fived one another.

That afternoon, she was sitting by the lake, leisurely reading trying to bask in the warmth of the sun when a shadow - three shadows to be exact - blocked her view.

Sighing she closed her book and looked up. “Can I help you three?”

“Well you see, we wanted to ask you a question.” Blaise started.

“Are you doing anything this Saturday?” Pansy continued.

“That depends, why?”

Theodore knelt down in front of her and took her hand in his. “Would you do us the honor of-“

“NOOOO!” He was cutoff by a distinct white-blonde boy, sprinting up the hill.

“GrangerpleaseletmetakeyououtthisSaturday.” Malfoy said before collapsing on his hands and knees, out of breath.

Giving him a minute to catch his breath - and honestly trying to process that Malfoy just asked her out, she didn’t respond. So he tried again.

“Granger. Please. Allow. Me. To. Take. You. On. A. Date.” He said panting between each word.

“Sure, meet me after breakfast?” She tucked a loose curl behind her ear and gave him a shy smile, which he returned with his beaming smile.

Neither Hermione nor Draco noticed the three Slytherins walking away high-fiving and celebrating.

[wreckofawriter]

harry potter:

worthless ~ you dont like being called nothing, and you do a lot to prove people wrong. platonic

jelly slugs*~ you always end up almost dying with three people you seem to barley know but its not that bad when harry potter always seems to wake up next to you in the hospital wing. fluff

redbull ~ you get extra homework as punishment for fighting in class, harry suggests redbull to keep you up. crack fic

not yet ~ you go to meet harry's parents when voldemort attacks. angst/fluff

draco malfoy:

thorns and roses* ~ hanahaki disease is caused by unrequainted love. symptoms can include: growth of throns and flowers in your stomach and lungs, excessive coughing, trouble breathing, vomiting, painful movements and in extreme cases death. angst w/ fluff ending

can't forget, won't forgive ~ you meet back up with draco at a party after the war and you still haven't forgiven him. angst w/ fluff ending

we'll leave this all behind ~ you were raised the same as draco, maybe you would be less lonely together. angst w/ fluff ending

drunken kisses ~ you and your friends went to the quidditch world cup with one goal; to get wasted. you also manage to catch the attention of one of your friends old classmates. fluff

i kissed you dumbass ~ you and draco flirt but it's not like you would ever date him. right? fluff

boredom ~ the cure for your insufferable boredom happens to have blonde hair grey eyes and a name your family hates. angst

its never fair ~ you spent four months in draco's basement, now your trapped in an elevator with him. fluff

drowning ~ draco decides to break up with you after he gets his tattoo, not knowing you have one too. angst w/ fluff ending

focus* ~ draco is forced to be your partner in potions becaue you suck at school despite being a ravenclaw. fluff

fine line ~ you hate draco malfoy but you know what they say, there's a fine line between love and hate. fluff

fred weasley:

revenge ~ the twins help you get revenge on a boy you should have never even been with. fluff

just checking ~ you dont like fred weasley and his flirting got on your nerves but for some reason a room feels empty without him. fluff

games* ~ soulmate AU, the words first said to you by your soulmate are tattooed on your ankle. fred has lived with some unsavory ones his whole life. fluff

smelling sweet ~ you jump on fred's back thinking it was someone else, and an awkward train ride follows. fluff

cedric diggory:

attention ~ you hate the attention you get because of your parents lives. the last thing you need is more from hogwart's golden boy. fluff

pencil sketches* ~ you start getting drawings and find out who they're from in a strange way. fluff

oliver wood:

kid ~ being the kid of puddlemore united means everyone treats him like one, even the girl he's been in love since he met her. fluff

my baby boy ~ oliver hates to have to fight for his girlfriends attention with so many people. fluff

blaise zambini:

never have i ever ~ you're draco's ex and you probably shouldn't be flirting with him and he really shouldn't be flirting back. fluff

the colors of us ~ blaise meets a muggle in a cafe and doesn't exspect to get so attached to her. fluff with a bit of angst

[love-and-other-potions]

No Touchy Please

Blaise x Reader

You're sitting in the Great Hall with Blaise. Draco and Pansy are sitting across from you two. You and Blaise are officially a couple and you know Pansy wishes she could say the same about her and Draco.

You've seen her scoot towards Draco multiple times in the short amount of time you four have been in the Great Hall. Draco is either oblivious or ignoring her. You feel bad for her, you really do.

Draco smirks at you and Blaise.

"So who wears the pants between you and Y/N there?"

"In the best situations, neither of us."

Blaise reaches under the table and rests his hand on your upper thigh.

"What?" Draco asks.

"What?" Blaise asks innocently.

"Oh, nice one Zambini."

"I only wear the pants when they tell me to put them on."

He winks at Draco and starts to lightly skim his hand across your thigh. You bite your lip and try to push his hand away with no success. When you try using more force, he grips your thigh in a firm grip. You let out a small squeal. Draco and Pansy look at you oddly.

"Oh, uhm, sorry. I just- uh, noticed that I spilled some Pumpkin Juice on my robes."

Pansy raises an eyebrow at you, shrugs, and turns back to claim Draco's attention. You turn to Blaise. He's smirking and you narrow your eyes at him.

"Knock it off," you mutter.

"Watch it Y/N. You know it turns me on when you're feisty."

You blush.

"Well, you're being a jerk!"

"How? By touching my partner?"

"Yes! You know how I feel about thigh stroking!"

He leans in close.

"Yes, I know what thigh stroking does to you, especially when it's me doing it. It makes you needy. And if I do it just right, it makes you a whimpering mess."

You take a deep breath, trying to keep your cool. You turn to speak into his ear.

"Yes, you're exactly right. It makes me me a moaning, whimpering mess when you stroke me with your strong, capable hands. But if I recall correctly, you get off on making me a whimpering mess."

You lean back and pretend to occupy yourself with your meal. You count to five before you turn to look at him. His hazel eyes are dilated with lust. You smile innocently and bat your eyelashes at him. He flips you off.

"You would if I'd allow it. And right here too."

He gives you a dirty look. Before he can do anything, you turn to Pansy.

"Pans, did you finish your Potions essay?"

Her eyes widen dramatically.

"No. Shit!"

You laugh at her.

"Come on then. We need to finish that before we have Potions."

"You two wanna help me do mine too?" Draco questions.

"Get off it Malfoy. More like you'd be helping us. But you can tag along, yeah."

He smiles at your not so forward praise. You turn to Blaise and put a hand on his shoulder.

"Are you coming?"

"Nah, I think I'll pass."

You lean down to whisper into his ear.

"Oh, you'll be coming. Don't think I didn't notice the tent in your trousers. You might want to deflate that tent."

You kiss his cheek and walk away. You purposefully sway your hips the way that drives him mad and smirk when you hear his aggravated growl.

[blueroses789]

Gryffindor Party

Cackling echoed through the hall as six Slytherin students raced down the hall. Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Blaise Zabini, Gregory Crab, Vincent Goyle and Y/n L/n. No, they should not have been out. Nor should they be trying to sneak into a Gryffindor party. But tonight was a day they could get away with it. The Gryffindor's had invited everyone, though there was an unspoken rule that most Slytherins were not invited. But who would care? Everyone was probably having too good of a time to care if a few unwelcome guests slithered in. 

The idea had mainly been Y/n and Malfoy’s. Crab and Goyle would follow Malfoy everywhere and Pansy probably had a crush on Malfoy. It took Y/n an entire day to convince Zabini to come along, he was always a stick in the mud. But after Y/n had sworn that she would buy him candy from Honeydukes, he agreed. 

The journey did not go as well as you had hoped. On the third floor Peeves was dropping eggs on the heads of unfortunate passers by. 

“Of all the nights.” Disgusting. Blaise spat in disgust. You looked down at your robes to see that they were mercifully dry. Pansy sneered at him and Draco anxiously looked around. 

“C’mon I don’t wanna be late.” You got to your feet and were quick to race down the hall. 

“Wait!”  Everyone ran after you. 

“What?” You asked, looking back. 

“We need to be careful!” Blaise caught up to you. But you didn’t wait to argue, the Gryffindor tower was just up ahead. You walked up to the door. The Fat Lady was drinking heavily from a goblet. 

“Well, aren't you going to say password?” She slurred. Instead you knocked, knowing someone would let you in. 

The scene was absolutely wild. Students from multiple houses were practically trashing the common room. The Weasley twins had set off fireworks, Percy was sobbing in the corner (probably because of the mess), and some blonde kid was on the chandelier. 

Awesome! You grinned. Pulling an unwilling Zambini inside, you joined the throng. 

It was mayhem. You were surrounded by a sea of scarlet and gold. The radio was turned up so loud you could feel the vibration in your bones. Somehow you found yourself dancing with Lee Jordan. You were chugging down Butterbeer with Pansy as Draco looked on in between horror and disgust. 

“Honestly, no one would take you for a pureblood.” Pansy huffed and flounced away. 

“You belong to the L/N family. You have to act in accordance with your station! I think it is very important to behave in accordance. For example, my family- “

You grabbed both of Draco’s cheeks. Giving him a silly smile, you giggled. 

“Draco, we all know you come from a long line of ferrets.” You grinned. At this point Draco had enough. After muttering that he was most certainly not a descendant of ferrets (contrary to what Ron Weasley would have you believe), he stalked off. Likely he had gone to find Crab and Goyle. Looking at the clock you saw it was twelve. Maybe it was time to head back? 

“Are we going back now?” Zabini hissed in your ear, causing you to jump. 

“I reckon we should. Where's everyone else?” You looked around to see Draco, Crab and Goyle in a corner. 

Alright. I’ll go find Pansy. Get those three and wait by the door. You slipped through the crowd and eventually found her looking out on the grounds. 

“Pansy, it’s time to go.” She followed your lead and both of you headed to the exit. 

“Where's Zabini?”  You could only see Draco, Crab and Goyle. He already left. 

“What?!” You rushed out the door. Zabini couldn't go out alone, he might be caught! The four of you cautiously snuck down to the dungeons. Hopefully Zabini didn’t run into any trouble. 

He ran this way. A voice growled. Everyone froze. It was Filch. You guys moved behind a statue. Suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You jumped. But looking behind you, it was Zabini. 

“Oh thank Salazar.” You caught your breath, heart beating painfully. 

“Filch caught me just as I entered the Great Hall. He didn’t see who it was, only that I was there. Damn it!” Zabini hissed. 

“How are we going to get out of this!?” Draco whimpered. Suddenly you had an idea. A firecracker was hidden in your robes. You had brought it just in case. 

“Okay, guys I have a plan.” 

This would either go very well or very badly. Filch was prowling a floor bellow, so you would have to be quiet. The rest hid in the shadows. 

“Wingardium Leviosa!” The firecracker levitated in the air. You let it float six floors about before setting it on the landing. Then you flicked your wand. 

BAM!  a n explosion echoed around Hogwarts castle, getting the attention of everyone resident. Immediately an uproar was heard. Teachers and students spilled up onto the landing about. People passed the statue, not sparing it a glance. With ease, everyone was able to slip into the crowd. 

“Who started that!?” 

“You don't think  we are under attack?”

“Nah, I bet it was Peeves.”  

The six of you snickered as you slipped away. 

[gracesmusings]

The Goblet

[ Fanart included in header was created by @upthehillart ]

Chapter 2/7

Book: Goblet of Fire

"Come on Y/N," Theo pleads. "Think about it," Blaise stops in the middle of the hall. "Slytherin wins the quidditch cup — against Gryffindor of course and the Goblet of Fire! And who better to take us to victory than our very own quidditch Captain?"

"Oh, bugger off you two," Pansy sweeps in and pulls Y/N away. "Have you heard from him?" Shaking her head solemnly, she thinks back to how she hadn't heard from the voice in her head over the summer. She supposes it's a good thing — it means she hasn't had many erratic emotional outbursts.

But she can't help feeling a little disappointed as she spots new couples, each separated by a different school now joined together. Everyone, young and old, was excited for the chance to mingle with more people their age, especially those who have a voice.

"Watch this," Draco nudges her side, pulling her thoughts back to the goblet. "Are they..." "No way..." Grabbe and Goyle laugh. "They're bloody idiots, the lot of them." Draco shakes his head. "Do you think it'll work?" Theo whispers to Y/N.

"Of course not," Draco scoffs but Pansy shoots Y/N a grin when he leans forward with Theo and watches carefully.

The show quickly reaches its climatic finish when the twins are thrown on their bums and grey hair growing rapidly all over their faces.

Fred catches Y/N's gaze and the mirth in his eyes has her laughing along with the rest of the hall and forgetting about the voice in her head.

Over the next few days, Y/N has concluded that she would indeed put her name in the goblet. "I just don't understand what changed your mind!" Pansy huffs. Her defense against the dark arts book pressed firmly against her chest. "You were so against the whole thing just a week ago and now you are all ready...." Her friends' words blend in with the others as they take their seat.

"Hey, Y/N," Blaise says around a mouthful of food, "anyone asked you to the ball yet?" Pansy rolls her eyes. "No," Y/N shakes her head. "Lies" Pansy shouts and rolls her eyes which earns her a look from Snape at the professor's table. "Drumstrang and Beauxbatons have proceeded to send all of their best men and women to our Captain and she has had the nerve to turn each one down!"

"If you're the champion you're going to have to have a date, want to go with me?" Blaise bravely asks but Y/N's attention is drawn to the Gryffindor table where a certain red-head is pretending to dance and talking to a blushing Gryffindor.

Ducking her head, she feels her stomach tighten into knots. "Really, love? That guys a git. Don't let him get you down." The voice is deeper than it was last year, but her racing heart signals that it's the same person. "Now turn down your friend nice and easy before you break his heart." The soft chuckle vibrates all the way to her fingertips, filling her with warmth.

Looking away from Fred Weasley, she turns to Blaise. "As much as I love you Zambini, it's a no."

"Triwizard Champion, never thought that would be something you would go for," Draco starts when they are alone. The dungeons are flooded with the warmth and light of the fire. "It's not, I mean," setting down the text book Y/N sighs. She has been thinking this over for sometime but the words are hard to form.

"There has been a lot of pressure at home... I just thought if I bought something worth celebrating home then..." Draco nods in understanding. His hand reaches between them and intertwines with hers; a silent promise of solidarity.

Y/N had every intention of not attending the ball. When everyone else was busy collecting their suits and gowns, she was in the library but Pansy could not seem to accept it.

“Come one, Y/N, ” Pansy whines. Ignoring her friend she pulled up the sheets on her bed and pulls them into a firm shape. “It’s not my fault that you said yes to Blaise. Besides, Pans I could use this time to study up on useful defense magic. Professor Moody is wonderful but we need spells that most of us can actually use! God I wish Lupin was here,” she grumbles and kicks her trunk closer to her bed.

“I told Blaise to go with that fifth year,” before Y/N can voice her rebuttal Pansy continues, “and Theo is going with a Hufflepuff.” Pansy chuckles as her friends eyebrows disappear into her hairline. “So as my best friend, you are hereby required to go with me. Or else I suffer the fate of standing next to Ronald Weasley and my dress does not go with that dreadful outfit!”

“Ron has a date,” Y/N sighs. “Not once she sees his robes. Please! I swear I will help you sneak into the restricted section next week. Just go to the dance with me?”

Grabbing her bag, Y/N walks to the dorm room door. “What’s the color of your dress?”

Pansy squeals. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”

“Damn,” Blaise whistles as Theo spins Y/N around before giving the same attention to Pansy. Pansy’s dress is a long white gown with pink shimmer. Y/N’s suit is all white with a sleeveless top underneath her blazer. “By far the hottest couple tonight,” Theo agrees.

“Aw, thank you,” Pansy smirks, her white dress shimmering on the floor.

“Love the power suit, Y/N,” Draco hugs his friends from behind. “I feel like I could rule the world.” Y/N’s eyes shine mischievously. Her chest constricts in the white corset top as she laughs.

“Care for a dance?” Y/N offers her hand to Pansy, who takes it quickly. They pause for a moment, allowing Pansy to situate her dress.

The Weird Sisters begin their next song and Y/N leads Pansy through the song like an expert. “Looks like your parents forced you into ballroom dancing lessons, too.” Pansy jokes. “One of the only lessons I actually enjoyed,” Y/N smiles as Pansy twirls around before landing in her arms once more.

After three songs have passed, Pansy begins to shift on her feet. “I don’t know how you are still standing.” Pansy groans and gestures to Y/N’s white shoes. “Mind if I take over?” Emil, the Drumstrang man who had bravely asked for her to be his date a month prior, shoots his shot once more.

“Oh, yes, please! I have to take the horrible things off! Pansy scurries away. And the man holds out his hand. “May I have this dance?”

She graciously accepts and lets him lead her around the dance floor. His steps are placed with care and the hand on her back prompts her to which direction they will go next. “You're quite good at this,” she remarks.

“As are you,” he kindly smiles. “I will admit, I was more than a tad disappointed when you informed me that you would not be attending the ball. My friends told me,” his eyes flicker over to Krum and Hermione, “that you had someone else in mind.”

She quirks an eyebrow. “I’m many things but a liar is not one of them. If I wished to not go to the ball with you, I would have told you that.

“In truth,” looking over at her table she watches as Pansy struggles with her shoe and Theo moves to help. “I was practically forced to come here.” Y/N smiles fondly in Pansy’s direction. “You’re a good friend,” he smiles softly.

“Ready to show them what we can do?” Y/N missed the way his eyes float over to a certain redhead, whose gaze has been stuck to her all night.

“What?” she questions but then pauses as the Weird Sisters pick up the beat.

“You think you can keep up?” He jokes before pulling her body to his. Their pace picks up, and he spins her around. Soon enough there's a crowd around them cheering them on. Krum pulls Hermione into the circle and they begin a similar dance. Soon more Drumstrang girls and boys are spinning their partner around.

Over in the corner Fred stands from the table, his fist balled together. “Hey,” his date reaches for him but he mumbles an excuse for using the loo and escapes the ball room.

Placing his hands on the sink, he lets his head hang. Images of Y/N in that bloody outfit flood his mind, but they are tainted when the buff man enters her space. Emil who had overheard his conversation with George about his intent to ask her to the ball. The Drumstrang then quickly asked her, much to Fred’s dismay.

The voice in his head spoke out in comfort, but he quickly squashed his hurt by asking Angelina’s best friend to the ball.

By the time he had learned of the rejection, it was too late. The only comfort he had was knowing that she wasn’t going to the ball.

But then she showed up. In the bloody suit, looking like a Queen. Fred had melted on the spot when he realized that she had put her own discomfort aside to help make a night memorable for her friend.

He did good, or so he thought, keeping his eyes off of her. He forced himself to watch his feet so that he wouldn’t trample his date. But when the Drumstrang approached her, Fred felt his temperature rise, especially when his hand dared to slip under the white blazer and rest on her bare back.

“Freddie?” His stomach twists at the voice. Before she can continue comforting him the bathroom door opens and in comes his date.

“Hey,” she looks down at her hands. “I’m just checking on you.”

Fred places a hand on her hip and pulls her body to his. “Fred, are you sure?” She questions. Both of them have discussed that they have a soulmate but decided since they do not know them that they could play this game for a little while.

Fred’s heart pings with hurt when he thinks of Y/N not being his voice. He has already betrayed his soulmate by longing for the Slytherin so why not squash that crush with a new one? And with that, Fred presses his lips to hers.

Y/N and Emil dance until the band played their last song. Her shoes and purse are forgotten somewhere at their table, which they never found themselves at. Y/N says a quick prayer that Pansy or one of her friends thought to grab the items.

“It was fun, no?” Emil leans on the wall as they make the walk back to their dormitories.

She can't help but smile at the young man. He was the same age as her but he looked more man than boy, and from the looks he earned tonight she knows that she isn't the only one with that thought. “I really enjoyed tonight.” she stops near the bathrooms as she is headed down and he up. “It was nice to have a partner who can dance.” Her eyes crinkle as she smiles.

True to her word earlier, she is not lying. Tonight has been a surprising welcome distraction from the impending battle.

“May I kiss you?” He asks. His tall frame leaning over hers. His question breaks her out of her happy daze. “I have a soulmate,” she blurts out.

Emil shrugs, “I don't mind.”

Her stomach turns uncomfortably. “I'm sorry, Emil. I really enjoyed tonight, but I can’t. I can’t do that to him.”

Emil cocks his head. “Why act as if it's cheating? If kissing me is cheating, surely thinking impure thoughts about a certain someone is as well.”

Y/N’s jaw falls down. “Excuse me?”

Sighing, Emil shakes his head and treks up the stairs.

“Freddie!” A feminine voice comes from the bathroom. Pressing her back to the wall, Y/N ducks around the corner just as Fred Weasley emerges from the bathroom, his hands roaming all over his date.

Once again Y/N feels her stomach flip.

The rest of the year passed in an excited blur. "I can't believe that you didn't get chosen, but both the Prince of Hufflepuff and the Prince of Gryffindor got chosen." Draco huffs. "Going to go whine to your daddy?" George's voice looms behind the Slytherin duo.

Turning around, Y/N watches as the twins laugh loudly. Her heart begins to race at the musical sound, and she mentally scolds herself. Fred Weasley has always held her attention. Despite him being in Gryffindor and all the warnings that come along with his last name, especially in the pure blood families, yet he seems to have captured her heart.

Fred smiles at Y/N and she swears she is going to melt into a puddle despite it being dead winter. Biting her lower lip and tugging at her sleeves, she pulls her coat closer to her body and fights to erase the redhead from her mind. A man who she can't have. The wizarding world has tried constantly to form new bonds but soul bonds will not be ignored; for that reason neither Y/N nor Fred has ever dared to speak to each other. Instead, they choose to exchange small smiles and knowing glances.

George elbows his unusually silent twin as Malfoy musters up a snarky response before they find their seat with their fellow Gryfindors.

"CEDRIC! POTTER!" All of Hogwarts chants as the champions enter the maze. "You think he'll die?" Draco whispers. They sit the closest to the field, huddled together. Looking over at the young boy who she has watched grow into a young man, Y/N wraps an arm around his waist and hugs him close. "He survived our biggest foe, I think he can make it through a maze." She reassures the normally stern Slytherin.

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[sophsicle]

hi soph i would just liek to say that you have ruined my life. first you make me fall head over heals for gddm james and regulus i felt like a contrarian even though i’m not bc everyone loves choices bc it is a masterpiece and now i’m giggling like a 4 year old because of george weasly’s gay thoughts about blaise zambini. like an actual contrarian. there are 19 fics in this ship.

also i prided myself on the fact that i have never liked anything from the golden trio era and now i am heavily invested in the relationship of 2 side characters from that era because of your stupid beautiful prose.

anyway i really love here’s looking and you kid. i’m like already hooked. it’s so good and sweet and lovely.

Hello lovely! I'm so glad you like it! Because those characters are honestly really fun for me to write. And let me tell you, if you were giggling about George's gay thoughts before, this chapter, THIS chapter, out of control Things are heating up (mostly because I have zero patience for slow burns, I'm working on it but it's hard) But thank you!!! <3

[harrypotter-imaginess]

A/N: I got a tiiiiny bit of power and my first thought was my need for validation through my fanfiction lol. Hope you enjoy!

<This is Part 1!> / Part 2 Here!

- You’re in the middle of a blizzard, reading to pass the time, the power cuts in and out- giving you just enough time to scramble about trying to make your home just warm enough so you don’t freeze to death

- You sigh when it flickers off again, taking a sip from the hot drink you managed to make while you still had electricity

- Eyes turn back to the book in your hands, with the poor cell reception, and lack of television you’ve found the only thing you can bear to do it read and sleep

- Only occasionally withdrawing from both to eat whatever cold meal you can

- You’ve settled on reading the Harry Potter books, easy enough to read, even in your current condition

- The books are waterlogged, in terrible condition, you treated them quite rough when you were a child, though not all the blame is yours

- It’s an eclectic group, some hardcover some paperback, some borrowed from friends and never returned, some you got as a good deal at your local used bookstore

- You smile when you see all the parts with Fred and George are highlighted

- They always were your favorites

- You stiffile a yawn, you’re just getting to a good part-

- But a small rest won’t hurt will it?

- You feel your eyes drift close

- When they open again you’re looking at rolling hills, a wisp of steam curling into your view every so often

- Huh what a nice dream

- You close your eyes again only to feel a sharp sting in your neck that your eyes shoot open

- You don’t feel pain in dreams

- You’re in a train compartment an empty red bench in front of you

- You’re alone, the green hills rolling by outside the window

- You’ve seen this type of scenery before maybe in a movie, or a book-

- It looks a lot like something out of Harry Potter

- Your thoughts come to an abrupt hault, the memories slowly filtering in

- You’re a witch- your parents passed away in the first war, and you were brought up by your muggle godfather

- Don’t be mistaken, this isn’t some unfortunate Harry-Potter orphan story, your god father loved you a lot

- Even though he was a bit of a sl*t, the revolving circus of women that left his room every Sunday was practically your childhood form of television

- You even did a report on it in muggle school, high left several faculty members feeling concerned

- Still he loved you a lot, and he tried to be as honest as he could about your heritage, and your parents

- But well- he was a muggle, there was only so much he could do

- Still, he took you to kings cross himself, taking you to your gringott’s safe where your parents meager savings had increased by ten fold over the years, helping you pick your wand and books

- “Now I can’t go with you onto the platform, so write and let me know when you’ve reached safely alright?” You nodded, as he pulled you into a hug

- “I’m going to miss having you home”

- “But now you can bring women to the flat whenever you want” You were only joking but it makes him sniffle

- “I’d trade all of that to have you at home for just a few more years”

- You only pat his shoulder reassuring him you’ll be back during the holidays

- You had tried your hand at a few spells, but nothing drastic

- You were excited to see what Hogwarts would bring, what you might learn, and the friendships you might build

- You were so excited that you didn’t sleep all night, finally succumbing to a nap when you collapsed in an empty compartment

- And that brings you to the present, where you’re practically sweating buckets in the red bench.

- Okay, so you’re in Harry Potter now- some how

- And yeah, you’ve always kinda wished you could go to Hogwarts-

- But not like this!

- For one every book, like 3 kids die

- Even the cute ones, like Collin Creevey-

- And honestly if a main character like Fred Weasley died, what chance do you have at surviving?

- You’re probably just one of those nothing characters that dies at the battle of Hogwarts- if not sooner

- You look down at your hands

- Not to mention you’re suddenly eleven years old

- How many times did you have a nightmare you suddenly had to go back to middle or high school again because apparently you missed a class?

- Well this is like a nightmare come true

- You look under your shirt, holding the neck out only to sigh

- It’s your body still, you vaguely remember looking like this when you were younger

- But god-

- It’s like a strangers body at this point

- Ugh you don’t have time to think about this

- your goal right now is to survive

- A knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts

- “Change into your robs, we’re getting close” a muffled voice says from the other side and you sigh

- Of course you are

- You sigh as you pull out your plain black wizards robe, almost looks like a graduation gown to be honest

- And that’s the uniform here is it

- Strange

- As you tug on the sleeves you think how you’re going to get out of this

- If you’re right the year is 1990, a year before Harry Potter shows up

- Okay so as far as you know- nothing really happens this year

- You don’t have to worry about all the Pureblood crap because both your parents were wizards, so you’re a half blood at least

- Now it’s all about house-

- If the books are 100% accurate then it’s between Slytherin and Gryffindor, Snape will turn a blind eye to any of your transgressions because of favoritism

- And McGonagall would go to bat for you if the circumstances were unfair

- Still- the Slytherin house seemed problematic what with the old money in that group

- Not all of them were probably like that- just the most prominent characters- you’d really rather not get involved with all that if you could

- And then- Gryffindor was even worse, you might be safe this year, but next year you would be plagued with death flag after death flag- no thanks

- Sprout seems nice enough, but you’re not too sure about that common room, in the dungeons- hard pass

- That leaves Ravenclaw, Flitwick seems nice enough, and the dorms are in a Ravenclaw tower

- Luna Lovegood will be there soon, and well, that could be pretty fun

- So you’ll try for Ravenclaw you think- pulling on your bag and joining the horde of students

- You’re about to join the other first years when you feel a tug on your bag.

- You turn towards the feeling to see two identical boys, a splatter of freckles across their nose, and flaming red hair

- “Are you (Y/N) (L/N)?” The taller of the two asks, a grin curled onto his lips, and his eyes full of stars

- You only nod

- They’re both looking at you like they’ve just seen a movie star and you can’t figure out why

- You’re only eleven years old after all, what could you have possibly done?

- “Was you Mum-“ the shorter starts

- “Was she the famous auror?” The other finishes

- Ah- of course

- Your mother was indeed a famous war hero, known for her noble efforts during the war

- Your god father had told you that at least

- “I’m George, and this is Fred” the shorter - George- says jerking his thumb to his twin

- Oh

- So they’re Fred and George Weasley?!?!

- Honestly you should have known by the red hair

- You can’t believe you’re meeting some of your favorite characters

- You stick your hand out, hoping it’s not too sweaty

- “(Y/N),” you say, “but you already knew that”

- George grins as he takes your hand first, with Fred repeating the motion

- “What house do ya think you’ll go to?” Fred asks

- “We hope you’re aiming for Gryffindor” George adds with a sly grin

- You can feel your face warming up under their gaze

- Alright- change of plan- you’ll try to get into Gryffindor so you can be friends with George and Fred

- It’ll be a little risky, but until the end they weren’t really in any of the serious adventures.

- Besides maybe if you hang out with them, you can save Fred near the end

- “Maybe” you smile at them, hearing a voice call your name for a carriage

- “See you around!” You wave goodbye, stepping into you assigned carriage with a group of other first years

- It’s sort of a mismatch, you don’t quite recognize anyone in here

- Than again the children an age above Harry were never really mentioned

- “Ugh I can’t believe my glasses broke, what rotten luck” a girl besides you says- you turn to see a girl with long dark hair, fiddling with a pair of broken glasses in her hands

- “Ah here, can I?” You ask, holding out your hand, and the girl wordlessly hands you her glasses

- Your murmur a spell and watch as the metal expands curling until it wraps around the broken edge, resembling intertwined vines

- “It’s not the best, but it’ll do for now”

- It’s only when you look up to hand the girl back her glasses that you notice everyone’s watching you

- “How did you do that?” A boy asks, and you shrug

- “Oh well I just said the incantation-“

- “I’ve never heard that one before” another girl murmurs

- You shrug again

- “Anything can be an incarnation of you just put enough feeling into it right?”

- The children clamor at you all at once

- It turns out the two girls were Susan Bones and Hannah Abbott- both Hufflepuff’s if you remember correctly

- Guess they were a year older than Harry in this world

- And then the boy is Blaise Zambini

- You know in the books he’s in a morally Grey area at best.

- “So like this?” He asks and you shake your head

- “You have to put your wrist into it more”

- But now, as he’s begging you to teach him the repairing charm that you cast, all you see is a little boy who wants to learn

- Change of plans, if you get into Slytherin maybe you can watch over Blaise and be his best friend

- That way he won’t get all mixed up in that Death Eater crap

- Maybe you can even get him onto your side, make a coven of witches and wizards and do some non-alignment stuff during the war

- You’re all gathered in the hall, answering a roll call from a rather lithe and strict woman- professor McGonagall no doubt

- After that you’re left waiting, and feeling somewhat bored, and somewhat like you may have had too much pumpkin juice- you hobble off into the corridor looking for a bathroom

- “Hurry back I think we’re about to go into the sorting ceremony” Blaise says and you nod

- You do not, in fact, hurry back

- Because after relieving yourself- you are incredibly lost

- It doesn’t help that all the portraits keep on shuffling around, or that all the corridors here look equally dark

- It’s only on your third time around the portrait of a woman eating an apple do you see what appears to be a person

- “What are you doing in the corridor?” As you come closer you realize it’s a boy, a yellow and black striped tie around his neck. “Shouldn’t you be at the feast?”

- He’s quite pretty, with thick brown hair and rosy cheeks

- “I went to the bathroom and got lost,” you hear him murmur first year and raise an eyebrow “What’s your excuse?”

- He lets out a laugh, running a hand through his hair

- “That’s fair,” he admits. And then after a moment he says:

- “I’m hiding”

- Your eyebrows thread together

- “Like from a crazy ex lover or..?”

- He laughs again, shaking his head

- “No, from my professor.” And then after a moment, before you can ask ‘is it because you’re having an affair with them’ he says:

- “They want me to be prefect for my house next year, and I don’t know how I feel about that”

- You let that sink in,

- “I know I should do it- it would give me an opportunity to represent my house, and look out for all my friends, and I’m sure my dad would be awfully proud but-“

- But it’s a lot of responsibility

- You get it.

- You sit beside him on the floor

- “You should do it-“ and before he can give a reason why you say:

- “You would get your own bathroom and I think that means a lot in a place like this”

- He laughs again, only this time the laugh leaves in loud gaffs, somehow you feel like this is the first real laugh the boy has shown you

- “I’ve heard a lot of reasons, but having my own bathroom is definitely a first”

- He looks at you in a way that makes your hair stand on end and your skin feel hot.

- “I’m Cedric, Cedric Diggory.” He says with an extended hand

- Ah, so this is pretty boy Diggory.

- He does kinda look like a young Robert Pattinson to be honest

- You take his hand in yours giving a firm shake

- “ (Y/N) (L/N) “ and you see his eyebrows shoot up

- “ (L/N) like the-“

- “ Yeah that’s my mum, the famous Auror”

- Cedric’s mouth curls up in a lopsided grin

- “I was going to say inventor- the inventor for the portable infinity box”

- Ah yes, your dad was an inventor. You didn’t know much about it though. Just that his inventions had left you a small fortune

- “My parents were both pretty remarkable huh?”

- And even though they’re not really your parents, and this isn’t really your body, you feel a little sad thinking about them.

- Before you can give Cedric a chance to offer his condolences, you stand up brushing off your robe.

- “We’ll come on Mr. Prefect in the making, show me to where I’m to be sorted” you say with a wave of a hand

- He grins

- “As you wish”

- Maybe being in Hufflepuff wouldn’t be so bad,

- and if you can manage to get close to Cedric, maybe he’ll let you use the prefects bathroom

- Huh, that does sound enticing

- Okay change of plans, you’ll get into Hufflepuff

- For the nice bathroom privileges

- When you get into the hall you feel all eyes turn to look to you

- And even though you’re an adult, you feel awfully embarrassed

- “If you get in Hufflepuff let’s get a butterbeer to celebrate, my treat..” Cedric whispers in your ear, and you catch a glimpse of the lopsided grin curled onto his face before he pushes you forward towards the group of first years

- Your face still feels hot when your name gets called

- You gulp as you move towards the chair

- Well it’s do or die- and you don’t plan on dying here

- You gulp again as the cold wood presses against your thighs as you take a seat

- All you have to do is ask for it to put you in -

- Wait

- What house were you aiming for again?

- Logic dictates Ravenclaw, it’s your best chance-

- But well, you’ve always wanted to be friends with Fred and George it just seems like so much fun

- And then, Slytherin’s not so bad, it would be nice if you could change peoples opinions about that house

- Oh and Hufflepuff might be nice too, you would have someone to look out for you- and you in turn can look out for others like Susan and Hannah

- And so it seems you’ve made peace, no matter which house the hat chooses, you’re happy with the outcome because there’s good and bad in all of them

- These things aren’t one dimensional, they nuanced. And that’s okay

- You feel the hat place on your head, and several long moments of silence pass

- .

- ..

- ...

- ....

- Shouldn’t something be happening by now?

- Like at least whispers in your ear from the hat or something right?

- “I-“ it finally chokes out

- Ah good a decision

- Well what’s your future going to be like?

- “I don’t know” the hat finally sputters, a collective gasp filling the room

- You drop your face into your hands, as small murmurs begin to spread through the tables

- “F*ck me” you mumble

[forthehpfanboys]

Dance With Me

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Draco really wishes he asked you to the Yule Ball. He wishes his father wasn't such a prude. He wishes you were on his arm, not Potters.

Warnings: Swears, like usual, small homophobia??

Notes: Requested! Bisexual! Harry is the only Harry in this blog. Also, Harry is supportive and I shamelessly put some Blaise/Ron in this but it’s like the smallest mention possible. Anyway, enjoy!

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Draco watched on with a glum expression and prayed to whatever wizard gods are up there that it wasn’t noticeable. He glanced down at his polished shoes before shifting weight across between his feet. He cleared his throat, and rolled his shoulders back, trying to shake off the jealousy he felt deep down. This was the very last place on the entire planet he wanted to be standing in. He did not want to have to stand here next to Pansy Parkinson, listening to her go on and on while his rival danced and laughed with his long term secret crush.

He really should’ve asked you. The thought kept spiraling in his head, causing him to white knuckle the glass in his hand. He really should’ve ignored his father and just asked you. His icy eyes watched Potter dunk you playfully- since when did that git learn to actually fucking dance? His eyebrows furrowed when he saw your laughing expression and Harry’s sly smirk into a similar grin. The blonde really wanted to gag at the sight.

“So then (L/n) tried to do this stupid spell and it only blew up in his face, literally. Stupid mudblood really shouldn’t have been excepted into this school.” Pansy went on, giggling at the story. “He really is pathetic, isn’t he, Draco?.. Draco?”

“Don’t call him that.” Draco grumbled. He wasn’t fond of his ‘date’ talking smack about the male he’d rather be spending time with. 

“Oh, please. Don’t tell me you actually think he’s got talent or like.. Potential.” She was giggling again and the sound was almost more annoying than watching the pair dance and laugh.

“I don’t- Just- Oh for fucks sake, go get a drink or something.” Draco rolled his eyes, fixing his suit collar. He didn’t even watch his date strut away in her dark green cocktail dress. Instead, he turned from the sight and slammed his glass down on the table behind him. He resisted his urge to run his fingers through his perfectly combed hair.

“It isn’t too late, ya know.”

Draco didn’t have to look to know it was Zabini. The blonde sat down in his chair before grumbling back a response.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Draco really just didn’t want to be here. Every time he closed his eyes he saw you, clad in a suit that he desperately wanted to tear off you, dancing with The-Chosen-One. Merlin, he felt his heart ache.

“Draco.” A hand came to rest against his shoulder. “We know you took Parkinson just because your dad is a little traditional.” 

“A little?” Draco couldn’t stop himself from laughing. “My father is far from only a little traditional, Zabini, we both know this.”

“While it’s true, I think you should talk to him. The dance doesn’t end for a good few hours, mate. I’m sure he’d be down for at least one dance with you.” A silence fell over the friends for a few seconds before the blonde spoke up again.

“You don’t hate me? For liking a muggle born?” Draco clarified with clearing his throat.

“Draco.. For a Slytherin who gets O’s on almost all his exams, you sure can be dull sometimes. I’m your friend, like I have room to judge you.” 

“Oh, right, Weasley-”

“Anyway, have fun whooing him. Invite me to the wedding.” 

Draco watched his friend retreat into the crowd, choosing to ignore the blush burning into his cheeks before turning his attention back to the pair dancing. He watched you shed the top coat of your suit, sliding it onto a chair and rolling up your sleeves. The heat must be getting to you.

Draco knocked back the rest of his drink. Merlin, it was hot in here, or maybe it was just you. The blonde subconsciously licked his lips as he watched you go back to the dance floor. He just when a drink slid across the table and Pansy sat down next to him, effectively blocking his view of you.

“What’s wrong?” She asked, sipping her own drink.

“Nothing.”

“Do you wanna dance, then?”

“Not particularly.” Draco didn’t bother hiding the venom from his words. He wanted you on his arm, you asking him to dance, not her. It was always you. You should be tired with how often you run through his head.

“Fine, I’m going to find Blaise.” the Slytherin female stood up, watching Draco’s face for hints of any emotion.

“He went off with his date, good luck.” He shrugged, simply turning back to his drink. With a groan, Pansy left once again, taking her drink with him. His blue eyes went back to you for the umpteenth time that night, desperation hidden behind the irises. 

The blonde could imagine the look on his father's face if he ever brought you around. He could practically hear the disapproval and the pure disgust in his voice, stating he no longer had a son when it shouldn’t matter.

His happiness should be what matters the most. He wasn’t happy with Pansy, he was happy with you. He didn’t want a pureblood witch ready to follow him like a lost puppy. He wanted the muggle-born wizard who was now slow dancing with Potter. His eyes followed Potter’s hands that seemed to be heading south far faster than they should be for a slow dance. That was what snapped the final straw. 

He set his glass down, adjusting his suit once more before making long strides over to you. Harry noticed him first, his face scrunching up in confusion, causing you to turn around and look at the blonde. The way you innocently titled your head should be considered a criminal offense.

“Malfoy.” Harry spoke up.

“Potter.” Draco spat out as his icy eyes trailed up and down his rival.

“(L/n)!” You shouted, throwing your hands in the air, trying to disperse the awkward tension. You knew Harry was holding back a giggle. “Are we good? Did I defuse the tension good enough?”

“Like a professional defusing a bomb!” Harry chuckled out, his hand going around your waist.

“Say, Potter.” Draco spoke up quickly, his eyes glued to the hand on your hip before moving swiftly to meet your eyes. “May I steal your dance partner?” Draco held his hand out to you, his other going behind his back as he bowed, like the gentlemen he was.

“If that’s what he wants.” Harry tried to hide his grin. He’d known how you felt about the blonde for a while so he was so down for this interaction to take place. After all, he only danced with you to get Draco’s attention. Once Zambini became a low key friend, he’s gotten to know the Silver Trio a lot better from a distance and about Draco’s little crush on you. The whole plan was just made Draco jealous; fair and simple.

“Hmm, I’m not sure.” You teased, biting your bottom lip as your eyes trailed along his monochromatic suit. He looked good. In fact, he looked down right sexy- Holy shit- He should wear white more often. 

“Dance with me, (Y/n). Wouldn’t want to ruin my reputation would you?” Draco smirked, clearly joking as he pushed his hand closer to you.

“Oh, so polite and totally not self centered!” You placed your hand in his, doing a pathetic curtsy in your dress pants. You tried to ignore the primal urge to just hold the man's hand, maybe gaze under some stars with him. “Mom always did say it would be rude to say no to anyone who wishes to dance.”

Draco smiled and whisked you away. He led you into a spin before pulling you back into his chest, quickly taking the lead like his mother taught him too. One hand was resting gently against your waist while the other gripped your hand. 

“So.. Um.. What’s up?” You asked as the two of you began to sway to the music. Your cheeks were starting to hurt from the grin.

“Not very good with small talk are you?” Draco snickered out. He hated to admit it, but he really should’ve fucking asked you to dance sooner. Your body fit perfectly against his and he couldn't stop staring at your sparkling eyes.

“Well, you are quite intimidating.” You giggled out when he spun you around again. You couldn’t stop the blush from spreading across your face when he pulled you against him, but his chest was pressed against your back.

“You don’t have to be scared of me, love. I don’t bite.” His sultry voice whispered right by your ear, causing you to shiver.

“I never said I was scared of you, Draco.” You craned your head to glance at him over your shoulder. I actually like to think you're not as tough or bad as you play out to be.” 

“Wha-” Draco blinked a few times before spinning you back around and tugging you roughly against him. “What do you know about me?” He couldn’t help how his grin morphed into a sneer or how his hands tightened their grip on your waist.

“Draco, come on. Everyone knows you got shit going on at home.” Your hands were running through his hair, ruining Pansy’s hard work, not that he cared. He loved feeling your hands run through his hair so much he didn’t notice himself sighing. “See? You’re just a misunderstood softy stuck between a rock and a hard place.” You giggled out. It was cut short when Draco was suddenly pushing you back, forcing you to walk backwards by the grip on your waist. He didn’t stop maneuvering you backwards until your back bumped into a wall, leaving you stuck between the male and a hard place. You stared into his icy eyes, your hands pressed against the wall to steady yourself.

“I’m not a softie. I’m not a teddy bear! I’m a bloody Malfoy! I make my own bloody choices and I do what I want!” Draco pressed his chest against yours as he spoke. It was clear he was trying to intimidate you. His mood shifted a bit when your arms moved to wrap themselves around his neck.

“So kiss me.”

“What?!” His eyes got wide, his pale cheeks tinted a soft pink. He opened his mouth to speak again, but you were already going.

“It isn’t exactly a secret you fancy me, Draco. You’ve been staring at me since the dance began.” You smiled at his shocked expression. “That and Blaise told me. So, if you truly do what you want, you’d kiss me and maybe take me back to your dorm room.”

Draco stood shocked, his inner battle event on his face. Go against his father, his own bloodline and everything he’s been taught just over some feelings? You were a mudblo- muggle born wizard for fucks sake. His parents, his father, would disown him for the wizard bit alone! 

But did his dad have to determine everything he did? Did he really have to follow this bullshit code that should’ve died ages ago? Did he really have to be a pawn in his father's stupidity? 

His eyes watched your tongue trail across your lips and he made his decision. Draco’s hands tightened their grip once again on your waist before he quite literally slammed his lips against yours. He pressed his body harder against yours, if it was possible when you kissed back and shuddered when your fingers threaded through his ruined hair.

You truly didn’t know how badly he wanted you. You didn’t know the inner turmoil the poor male had been fighting since the stupid ball was announced, but the kiss. The kiss helped Draco express his passion for you, his love. He would charge into battle for you, put up with Potter for you, hell, fight his father for you. He’d ignore the stares of shock from the crowd and the unamused expression of his forgotten date.

You got under his skin and stole his heart. You were worth more than the stars in the sky and he wouldn’t let anyone separate the two of you. That night, he made sure you knew how much you meant to him.

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Jealousy // Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary - Reader hangs out with her best friend Blaise and -Someone- gets jealous.

Word Count - 1k

Warnings - implies sex

Jealousy was a common thing to experience from Draco. He was probably one of the most protective people I had ever met. So I was use to it.

But that didn't mean it made it any easier to deal with.

Besides Draco, Blaise Zambini was my best friend. It had been that way our whole lives. Our mum's were best friends and they even got pregnant with us around the same time. So we were bound to be close knit.

And it stayed that way.

I was currently sitting at the 3 Broomsticks with Blaise, sipping a mug of Butterbeer and laughing at some inside joke he had recited. Draco had said he wouldn't be able to make the Hogsmeade trip this weekend, he had to study for an upcoming Transfiguration exam. (He never really paid attention in that class.) So of course I told him that was fine, I would go alone.

But I happened to run into Blaise.

"So how's everything going with Draco? He seems a lot happier than he's been since we were little." He commented, snacking on his biscuit. I smiled at the question, I was glad he was *noticeably* happier with me.

"Things are going really well I think. I know how much of a dickhead he can be but he's never treated me with anything but respect."

"He's definitely got a soft spot with you that I don't think he has for anyone else." He nodded with a laugh, I thought so too.

We had spent the whole day together shopping, I even bought Draco a little present I thought he would like. With the help of Blaise.

After a few hours, we took a carriage back up to school together, mostly because I knew I would need help carrying my bags.

I was kind of a shop-aholic.

Blaise grabbed 3 of my 5 bags, helping me heave them to the Slytherin Common Room.

"Pure-blood." I said to the portrait, it promptly opened so we could drag in my bags of wasted money.

I saw Draco on the couch, a quill in one hand and a thick, (I assume Transfiguration textbook.) in the other. He looked up from it, eyebrows furrowing and lip twitching in the slightest.

"Hello Blaise." His voice sounded spiteful, as if he wasn't talking to one of his friends. Blaise smiled and waved awkwardly, setting the bags at my feet.

"Hi Draco." He looked back at me. "Thanks for hanging out with me today, it's been a while." He patted my shoulder, leaving for the dorms.

In an instant the textbook was shut loudly, making me nearly jump from my skin and hold my heart.

"Bloody hell Draco, what's wrong?"

"I thought you said you were going to Hogsmeade alone today." He pressed, folding his parchment into his book.

"I did go alone, but I ran into Blaise so we had a drink and did some shopping." I gestured to my pile. Then it clicked, he was making the face.

The face where his lip was slightly down turned, eyebrows furrowed only slightly. One eye brought into the slightest glare, but not enough to look angry. Just enough to look *jealous*.

"Wait a second, are you jealous?" His facial expression dropped, turning into wide eyes and red tinged ears.

"What? Of Blaise? Why would I be jealous of Zambini?" His words came out rushed and high pitched.

"Wow, you sound incredibly convincing." I laughed, grabbing his hands. "Theres no need to be jealous, Blaise and I are just friends, always have been, always will be."

"I'm not jealous!" He pouted aggressively, taking his hands from mine and crossing them at his chest. I dug my head between his arms so my head was on his chest, and hugged him.

"Sure you aren't." I giggled. His arms loosened and wrapped around me properly.

"I just felt bad that I couldn't spend the day with you, that's all. And he got to." His chin rested on my head.

"If it makes you feel better, I bought you something." I released from his grip, searching for a smaller bag. Once I located it I pulled the tiny box out with a smile and handed it to him.

"Here, open it." He gave a puzzled look before opening the box. It held a ring in the form of a coiled snake with shiny green eyes. He smiled at it, slipping it onto his ring finger.

"I love it Darling." He went to bring me in for a kiss but I stopped him.

"Wait! Look at the inside of it." He slipped it off, turning it in the light so he could read the engraved message.

*16-04-1996*

*Y/n*

He smiled widely, just staring at the small lettering.

*His Y/n*

"And I got a matching one." I showed him the inside, mine saying the same but instead, his name. "Now we can carry a little piece of eachother everywhere." I commented. This time I let him bring me in for a kiss, lightly grabbing my jaw and tracing it.

"Blaise helped me pick it out." I said between kisses.

"Don't talk about him while I'm kissing you." He laughed breathily onto my lips, pulling me into his lap on the couch with him.

"Then who should I talk about?" I giggled, teasing him. He flipped us so he was hovering over me on the cold leather.

"Who do you think?" He replied intimidatingly, those icy eyes boring into my soul.

"You tell me!" I sat up and pecked his lips. He gave a playful eyeroll and came down to me, passionately kissing me. He ran his hands through my hair and down my body. His mouth now trailing kisses down my jaw and neck.

"Do you think we should move this to my room?" He whispered against my neck.

"Probably dimwit." I lightly shoved him off of me, getting up from the couch and grabbing him by his tie. "Wouldn't want to get caught by a poor first year." I laughed, beginning to pull him up the stairs.

"I don't even care, as long as I'm with you." He said in a dreamy voice.

"Oh sush Malfoy." I scolded as I shut the door to his dorm.

*Man am I in for it tonight.*