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vivvyinvienna · 4 years ago

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Dad!Draco admiring you with the baby and toddler

baby, baby (draco malfoy)

A/N: heyo! Back again w Dad!Draco, who i am an absolute sucker for. I had to google “how to play with a baby” before writing bc i don’t rly understand children. To the nonny who requested, i hope you enjoy xoxo

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Dad!Draco has to take a couple of sick days from work but that also means he gets to spend more time with his beloved family. Fluff :))

Warnings: unedited, baby scorp cuteness, mentions of pregnancy, stomach flu?

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When Draco started rousing from his nap, it was already late in the afternoon. His body’s natural inclination to turn towards his wife took over despite his still dozing mind. After being married to Y/N for seven years and sleeping in the same bed for even longer, every time he woke up Draco felt this physical yearning for the warmth and intimacy that only being intertwined with her could provide. But today, he was disappointed. The cold sheets to his left brought him fully out of his sleep-induced haze.

Once Draco was fully awake, he used the bearing magic that was embedded into the intricate blood wards of their family home to locate his wife and child. It only took a second before he knew that Y/N and Scorpius were in the living room. Normally he wasn’t one to nap for hours while making his wife be solely responsible for their son, but Draco was still recovering from an exceptionally brutal stomach flu. He had stayed home from work for the last three days, trading his job at Malfoy Inc for saltine crackers, stomach cramps, heating pads, and an overzealous number of bathroom trips.

He stood up from the bed and padded out of the room in search of his family. When he neared the entrance of the rosy-tinted living room, he was graced by the sound of his child giggling and his wife idly talking. Standing in the doorway, he breathed in the sight of the two people who he loved with every inch of his battered heart. The floor-length French windows were slightly ajar, letting in the breeze of summer and the scent of peaches. The sunset coming in painted the room with the blush of a rose petal and the bloom of sedation.

You were sitting on the creme-colored couch, bouncing Scorpius on your knees. He had just turned one-year-old a couple of weeks ago, and already he was starting to lose some of his chunky baby fat which you and Draco both adored. But he was still the cutest baby in your eyes, with or without his chubby baby legs. With his cherub cheeks, bright eyes, and wispy tufts of the distinct Malfoy hair, no other baby could compare. You sat with your back facing the doorway, so you didn’t notice Draco until Scorpius started squirming away from you and let out a very enthusiastic “Da! Dada!”

Draco let out a jovial laugh when he saw the big toothy grin on his son’s face. He immediately held out his arms to steal Scorp from his mother.

“Hey buddy!” Draco responded to him with the same amount of energy. “What have you been up to today?” He talked to Scorp like an adult, treating his noises as real answers.

Scorpius babbled.

“Oh really? You know, I took a pretty good nap too today.”

More babbling.

“Well, why don’t we go to the pond tomorrow?”

Scorpius continued.

“Of course buddy, it’ll be warm out tomorrow.”

He moved to sit down next to you, giving you a pillowy kiss and wrapping the arm that wasn’t holding a toddler around you. Draco couldn’t help but stare. The fading sunshine glowed upon you with romantic affection. You were ethereal to him. He looked at you the way every girl dreamed of being looked at. And the depth of his eyes held promises. Promises that there was no one in the world he would rather see and be with than you.

“Hey mama,” his soft words reverberated with the utmost tenderness.

This time you leaned over to kiss him. As your lips touched his, he felt a murmur of enchantment somewhere in his body. It felt a bit like healing and a bit like elation, but he was too peaceful to bother pinpointing.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart? Is your stomach still hurting?” you were still concerned over his health despite him looking much better than before he went to nap.

“I feel better, I think it’s run its course,” he answered matter-a-factly.

Your conversation remained brief because Scorpius let out a whine. Probably because neither of his parents was giving him attention.

You turned your attention to your son. You danced your fingers on his cheeks, making him let out a precious giggle. As Draco watched, he felt the bells of sunshine ring in his heart, a feeling only explicable by the child in his arms and wife at his side.

The two of you moved to the floor of the couch and continued to play with Scorp. It wasn’t before long though when he decided that his favorite ferret stuffed animal was more entertaining than his parents and crawled away to play with it. With Scorp occupied, Draco decided this was the perfect time to talk to you about something he’d been ruminating over.

“I have something to talk to you about,” he started.

You took in an over-exaggerated gasp, “Are you breaking up with me?” you said with no real distress.

He went along with you, “That’s actually the second thing I want to talk to you about.”

“Ok well, what’s the first?”

He took in a deep breath, as if slightly nervous. “I think I want to step down from Malfoy Inc for a little while and spend more time at home with you two.”

You turned to fully face him. You were elated at the possibility but a bit hesitant in case he hadn’t fully thought it through yet.

“I’d love to have you home more, I’m sure Scorp does too,” you paused, “but you love your job.”

“But I love you guys more. A lot more actually,” there was no wavering in his affirmation.

“You won’t get bored being at home all day?” you pushed a bit more.

“I was planning on picking up some of my old alchemy projects. And you remember all the notebooks Severus left me?”

You did.

“I think it’d be good to finish some of his potions research.”

You agreed.

“I’ve honestly been thinking about stepping down for a while and being at home these last three days just really reminded me of how much I miss every day. He’s growing up so fast. And I miss being home with you and Scorp.”

“I miss having you home too, I miss you all the time.” You almost laughed at how clingy you sounded. “So if you want to step down, I won’t be the one to stop you.”

He gave you that smile, the one that was reserved only for you. “I guess I’m quitting my job,” he sounded nonchalant but the excitement was obvious in the smile lines of his eyes.

“One stomach flu and you’re ready to quit your job. I’d hate to see what a migraine does to you,” you teased.

“Shut up,” he feigned offense. “Merlin, Y/N I threw up so much I finally understand how you felt when you were pregnant.”

You gave him a questionable look. “For some reason, I doubt it.” The room filled with Draco’s laughter again.

“Speaking of pregnancy…” he shifted closer to you, slowly gliding his large hand onto your belly. “I want to put another baby in here.”

“You are just full of ideas today.” He was about to open his mouth to persuade you further, when you continued, “But I can’t say that’s a bad one.”

A boyish grin took his face.

Then, taking you both by surprise, a loud grumble came from Draco’s midsection. You both stilled and looked at each other for a couple of seconds before he groaned and started whining. Pulling his hand away from your belly, he moved to cradle his own. And you laughed, you laughed an absurd, charming little laugh because you couldn’t get over how Draco’s whining sounded exactly like Scorpius’.

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vivvyinvienna · 4 years ago

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hi!! i’m so glad i found your account, ur writing is phenomenal! can i request a draco x y/n from narcissas pov? and maybe it can be like draco and the reader go to the manor for christmas break every year once they start dating and narcissa just watched how draco falls deeper in love? and hopefully a lil smidge of 6th year angst/post war recovery?

over the years -d.m.

a/n: hey baby!! first of all, thank u so much ily <3 and second of all i had so much fun writing this u don’t even know- idk this is just such a great concept i have no choice but to stan🧎🏻‍♀️ i hope it’s to your liking!!

requests are open!! :) | *:･ﾟ masterlist

word count: 3,4k

warnings: tw // none | cw // fluff, a smidge of angst (as requested😼), like one swear word ?

summary: Narcissa watches as y/n and Draco’s relationship develops over the years.

(credits to the rightful owner of this gif)

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Narcissa has always loved her only son more than anything, there was no doubt about that. ever since Draco was born she’s tried to give him everything he needed and wanted to protect him from everything the gloomy, dark reality had to offer. she wanted to know her son was safe and well tended-to so she was at his side whenever she could be.

therefore when the boy turned eleven, the knowledge of having to send him to school caused quite a bit of distraught to Narcissa. at first, her husband, Lucius wanted to send their son to study the art of magic in Bulgaria, “because the school’s prejudiced attitude towards muggle-borns coupled with its sympathetic attitude towards the Dark Arts would do nothing but good for him,” -according to Lucius, but Narcissa simply would not hear of it, she could not stand the idea of her precious boy going to school that far away from home.

so they settled for the idea of sending Draco to Hogwarts but still, Narcissa couldn't help but feel worried for her son. she knew it wouldn’t be so hard for the boy to find friends, thanks to his reputation, but that was the same thing that worried her; she didn’t want him to associate himself with the wrong sort. Narcissa still wanted to make sure her child was in good hands so she made sure to owl him every single week, to know how he’s doing, and counted the days until the boy would return home for christmas break.

which fortunately for Narcissa came quite soon, much to her surprise, Draco had insisted on bringing one of his new-sprung friends home for the holiday, and she welcomed the idea happily, at least she hoped it would bring her peace to know what little boy her son’s spending his time with.

much to her surprise, when they finally arrived home she realized that Draco’s buddy was pretty far away from a loud, chatty boy she’s imagined, instead, she found herself facing a shy, sweet little girl when she greeted them.

“y/n l/n, nice to meet you, ma’am,” you offered your hand and a nervous smile after Draco introduced you to his mother. she immediately took a liking to you, your self-resolved, almost timid personality seemed to reel her in, and the way Draco would excitedly pull you inside to show you around after he got bored of the formalities reassured her that she had nothing to worry about regarding her son’s choice of friends.

that year she watched as the two of you roamed around the manor every day, looking for new games to play, while your giddy blabberings and giggles echoed through the halls. Narcissa felt happy for her son, she’s never seen him so engaged in anything before, and she seemed to recognize Draco’s rare true smiles more and more often as she watched his face light up every time you told a story or even just simply talked. although she could sense your friendship was in an early stage she knew that it would be one to last long.

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the fact that two years later, in your third year Draco still requested for you to join them for christmas only reassured her in that. by that time Narcissa would know everything about you since when Draco would send her an owl or after he would come home for summer he would not stop rambling about you, and all the stuff you two have done together in your time at Hogwarts. he told her how good of a friend you were and how many interests you two shared which only seemed to strengthen your bond.

this year Narcissa noticed how you got a lot taller, how your features and curves appeared to be more defined, and how your hair became longer and shinier. she also saw how Draco took notice of that too. he would treat you much more like a lady rather than a buddy, Narcissa noticed how her son would hold doors for you, how he would pull out your chair for you before you could reach for it, how he would use the manners she taught him more and more often.

she saw how a slight pink shade would overcome your cheeks as you thanked him with a shy smile or how you would jokingly respond to his formalities with the same tone. Narcissa knew her son well enough to know that he was a tad bit nervous around you and the same could be said about you too. she couldn’t miss those little glances Draco would send your way during dinners, how his hand would coincidentally brush over yours while walking in the garden, or how his face would simply light up the same way it did a couple of years ago when looking at you, except now there was something more behind it.

she could sense that great friendship of yours slowly blossom into something more, something stronger but still something that was yet to be discovered by either of you, despite it being in both your faces. Narcissa didn’t want to rush you guys, in fact, she enjoyed being able to witness your relationship unfold slowly but surely.

but sometimes she just couldn’t help herself, Narcissa couldn’t keep her tongue and a brief remark of your situation would slip out occasionally, causing you to suppress giggle and Draco to whine a meaningful “Mother!” with a blush decorating his cheeks, before taking your hand and quickly leading you away from the conversation, afraid his mother would say something to embarrass him even more. while hurriedly making your way out of the room, Draco would look back to send a scolding expression in Narcissa’s way, to which she would only giggle to herself after seeing her son’s blush become a more prominent and deep color, probably due to him holding your hand. in these situations she would internally give herself a pat on the back, she knew what she was doing and very much enjoyed being her son’s wingwoman.

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in your fourth year, when Narcissa got notice of the Yule Ball taking place in Hogwarts, she got pretty excited, to say the least. your soon-to-be boyfriend’s mother sent you an owl months before the Ball to ask for your measurements and size and also to ask you what kinds of colors you preferred, so she could order a dress for you to match Draco’s robes. she didn’t even need to ask, she knew that you and the blond would be going together, and of course, she was right. at first, you kindly denied her generous offer but Narcissa insisted so you didn’t have much choice, not that you complained.

soon after the Ball came the winter break and this year wasn’t an exception, as you’ve been doing for the past three years you spent the break at Malfoy Manor. this was becoming a tradition, really. as soon as you arrived Narcissa greeted both of you with a big bear hug, which took you by surprise but you returned the hug with just as much enthusiasm still. Narcissa didn’t tell Draco, nor anyone because she loved her only son dearly but secretly she’s always wanted a daughter too, and quite frankly, she was beginning to see you as one.

the days passed and one evening Narcissa was on her late-night walks around the Manor, she’s always liked to check around the house before going to bed, for some reason it always helped her sleep better knowing seemingly everything was in place around her home. she passed your and Draco’s rooms but she didn’t hear any kinds of movements and she could see that the gap under your doors was completely dark, signaling that there wasn’t any kind of light lit in either of your rooms.

curiosity took the better of her and she gently knocked on her son’s door and pushed it open slightly to reveal a dark and empty room, his bed untouched. so then Narcissa went and did the same on your door, stepping inside timidly but the same scene welcomed her, dark as pitch, your bed made neatly. she then stayed there, frozen in her spot for a couple of moments, staring blankly at the blackness. with furrowed brows, she closed the door slowly and started wondering where you two could be at this hour.

nevertheless, Narcissa continued roaming the Manor but this time making sure to be more alert, looking for any signs of your whereabouts and checking behind every door on her way. as she got to the first floor she saw a dim light coming from the library on the end of the corridor, one of the large oak doors slightly ajar.

she made her way towards the entrance. quiet as the night, trying not to startle neither of you guys, expecting to find you there. getting closer her intuition didn’t betray her as the woman could hear your quiet whispers and giggles filling the room.

Narcissa knew it wasn’t right but just couldn’t help herself, she stopped when she got to the door and peeked inside only to find both of you sitting on the couch beside each other in front of the fireplace, a book in your hand and Draco looking over your shoulder, reading it with you. she warmly smiled at the sight and decided you were up to no trouble and turned on her heel to go back to her room, but what she heard made her stop in her tracks.

“y/n, um- can i tell you something?” she heard Draco say in a hushed voice. “anything Draco,” it was so quiet, your soft whisper along with the sound of you closing the book gently could be heard out in the corridor. you held it in your hands and laid it in your lap before turning to Draco who had a nervous expression on his face. you gave him a warm smile urging him to continue. a couple of beats passed before he blurted out, his usually deep voice just above a whisper. “i think i love you,” this made Narcissa slap her hand over her mouth to muffle the gasp that was about to topple out.

unbeknownst to you, now both the boy you were sitting with and his mother were impatiently waiting for your answer as you just stared at Draco with a surprised expression. the first sounds that you made were breathless giggles which seemed to confuse both of them. “i love you too,” you uttered, your smile audible through your quiet voice. for a couple of long moments while you stared at each other nothing was to be heard other than the slow breathing of the two three of you.

your faces got closer by the second as your eyes fluttered down to each other’s lips, the fire lazily dancing around in the fireplace, providing enough light for both of you to see the glint in the other’s gaze. “may i kiss you?” Draco asked as Narcissa couldn’t help but let out a small squeal at that, making you snap out of your gaze and turn your head in the direction of the door. the boy didn’t seem to hear it, or just didn’t care so he cupped your face, gently guiding you to look into his eyes once again, waiting for your answer. “yes, you may, ” you answered with a deep shade of red decorating your cheeks.

after that, the woman standing outside the library didn’t hear anything but the book dropping to the floor from your hands with a thump. Narcissa knew that this was her cue, so she hurriedly took off and went upstairs to her bedroom, making sure not to make much noise with a big smile plastered on her face, lazily skipping through the corridors.

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a year later Narcissa asked you to join her for tea one afternoon during your stay, which you happily agreed to. she was sitting near the window on one of the leather couches as you arrived in the tea room. you gently knocked on the door and your boyfriend’s mother watched with a warm smile as you stepped inside and made your way to sit down next to her. as usual she asked you about Draco, asking you how he’s treating you, to which you just reassured her that her son was a true gentleman and she had nothing to worry about. then Narcissa asked you about school, and you talked to her about your prefect duties and such, she knew you and Draco both took up prefect posts now that you were in your fifth year.

Narcissa felt like she could truly bond with you, she always enjoyed spending time with you and it was surprisingly easy for the both of you to spend hours chatting about nothing and everything at the same time with each other. after about an hour or so Draco seemed to get bored without you so he quietly made his way into the room and stepped behind you, putting his hands on your shoulder lovingly; this was his way of signaling to his mother to let you go so he could spend time with you too.

Narcissa got the message so she took your hands in hers to say her goodbye, Merlin knows when you would stumble upon each other in this big manor again. as she gently gripped your hands, her fingers came in contact with something cold on one of yours so she looked down, only to find a ring exactly like hers elegantly decorating your digit. it was the Malfoy family ring. Narcissa looked at it and started smiling, after a couple of moments she looked up to Draco who was still standing behind you, and gave him a knowing expression, her grin still very much evident on her face.

as the pale boy caught on his eyes widened, “oh yes, i forgot to mention Mother. i gave this to y/n for christmas,” he explained proudly, to which you just looked up at him with a shy smile but as his statement settled inside you, you quickly snapped your head to look at Narcissa with shock lacing your features. “you didn’t know?” you asked exasperated before sending a quick scolding glance at your boyfriend, then looked at back at the woman with a worried expression.

she just giggled and squeezed your hand in reassurance while looking at you lovingly. “no i did not,” she stated matter of factly. “but it was about bloody time, i mean if Draco hasn’t given you this i would’ve had to get you one myself at this point,” she said, seeing you relax as all three of you chuckled. then Narcissa brought you into a loving hug while you whispered an emotional ’thank you’ into the soft fabric of her dress.

later that night as she passed your rooms on her usual night walk, she heard a faint sound of slow music coming from Draco’s room. when looking down to the gap under the door the woman saw the shadow of the pair of you slowly dancing in the middle of the room and her heart melted at the sight. turning on her heel she went the other way and thought back to her younger years when she would do the same with her lover. ‘like mother like son’ she thought to herself.

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your sixth year was just as stressful for Narcissa as it was for you. she could sense that as soon as you two stepped into the Manor on your first day of christmas break. she knew that something wasn’t right, and knew exactly what was the cause of that. Draco’s task was getting in the way of your relationship, it was no secret. as soon as Narcissa knew, you didn’t know about your boyfriend’s dark mark, nor his task he had to fulfill. she’s asked Draco not to drag you into that mess they were in as soon as he got chosen. they both cared for you deeply so they agreed that they will keep you protected no matter what.

but you weren’t blind, you knew that something was up and it was starting to get under Draco’s skin. Narcissa saw how he was giving you the cold shoulder, just as he’s been giving it to her lately. she saw both of your faces decorated with eyebags more and more prominent every morning. your eyes were bloodshot and puffy due to you crying during your endless bickerings and eventual fights with Draco.

it pained Narcissa to see you both going through this but she didn’t want to interfere too much, the only thing she could do was to listen to your hopeless ramblings about feeling like Draco not being honest with you. of course she knew the reason of that very well, but still didn’t tell you for your own good, just tried to give you motherly advice as reassurance and tried to ease the situation by telling her son to be patient with you, despite his quick-tempered nature.

but all this effort didn’t seem to work. one late night she was reading at the dinner table by candlelight, sleeping wasn’t an option for her, too much was on her mind. after listening to your muffled arguing from upstairs for a while Narcissa heard a door open then slam violently, just for it to open again as both of your footsteps emerged from the corridor upstairs. she heard them becoming louder and louder and come to a halt after a couple of moments just about at the top of the staircase. “isn’t this what you wanted to know? huh y/n?” she heard Draco whisper-shout mockingly. “no! i was expecting you to tell me that you’re cheating on me, not that you’re a bloody death eater, for fuck’s sake Draco!” you retorted, now your voice slightly bouncing back from the walls of the corridor.

your footsteps echoed through the hall as you hurriedly made your way downstairs. Narcissa was being quiet as a mouse, tucked away in the far end of the diner, so she didn’t have to worry about neither of you spotting her. as you passed the entrance of the diner and made your way to the front door Draco was following you down the staircase. “y/n, what are you doing? y/n!” the boy’s voice had a more worried tone as opposed to the frustrated one he had moments ago. “darling please, listen to me!” Narcissa heard his son plead but after that, she didn’t hear you reply, only the front door open then slam as you stormed out dramatically. by the time Draco got there and opened it you were nowhere to be found.

the large door slammed again but with much more force this time before she heard her son punch it with a loud bang, which made her flinch, contemplating whether or not she should go and comfort him or leave Draco to sort it out himself, as he usually prefers. then unexpectedly she heard the boy break out in a sob as heart her clenched. Narcissa took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment, she worried deeply for the both of you.

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now, 8 years later you’re all sitting at the same dining table Narcissa was sitting at all that time ago, worried for your relationship and the safety of the pair of you. as she’s looking at you and Draco chattering and laughing carelessly with your little son she thinks back to a bit more than 7 years ago when you were standing amongst the ruins of Hogwarts.

you and Draco on one side as Narcissa stood with her husband on the other, the Dark Lord in the middle. the air so thick you could cut it with a knife, the silence deafening as everyone stares at the pair of you, more specifically the boy beside you.

“come, Draco,” Narcissa’s quivering voice broke the silence, all she wanted to know her son was safe, she knew she needed to protect him. at this moment she saw Draco’s grip on your hand loosen as he looked at your face remorsefully, his eyes glistening slightly as Narcissa’s heart broke and sank to the pit of her stomach for the decision she was forcing him to make.

just as Draco was about to step away from you, Narcissa saw you grip his hand with yours harder and yank him back gently. you looked at him with tears running down your cheeks, your eyes pleading. then you said something to him, something so meaningful that it changed everything. and something that remains a secret to Narcissa to this day. but it was what made Draco look at you with the same glint in his eyes from all those years ago and step back beside you. pulling you close as he looked at his mother sternly, his expression explained everything.

Narcissa knew that she should’ve felt enraged and betrayed at that moment by you but for some reason, she felt the exact opposite. she felt relieved, thankful even that Draco had you by his side to tell him not to go to her. because no matter how hard she tried for his whole life she knew from that very moment she met you that you were that person her son needed, the person to help him do the right thing. the person she could’ve never been, no matter how truly and unconditionally she’s always loved him.

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vivvyinvienna · 4 years ago

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congrats on 200!!! ty for including my fic in the list xoxo lots of love 💗

200+ Follower Rec List

First of all, I want to say I am really really appreciative of all the followers I have on here. All the love you have shown my work. You have no idea how much it means to me. I don’t care if I only get a few notes, if someone is reading, that’s all that matters. I have been writing since I was twelve and have some embarrassing work on the internet. Anyway, thank you so much!

Here of some of my favorite Draco works:

Fluff:

Strings Attached by @swellwriting [Super cute soulmates AU! The ending definitely made me laugh a bit.]

Arranged by @darling-i-read-it [The relationship and dialogue between the reader and Draco is adorable.]

His Keeper by @fuckingdraco [Quidditch + Protective Draco = all I need]

Over the Years by @ch0kemedracomalfoy [This is about the readers & Draco’s relationship from Narcissa’s POV. I absolutely loved everything about this.]

Snowflakes by @acosmis-t [Dad!Draco being adorable. Plus I love how the reader and Draco’s relationship is written.]

Buckbeak by @glossymalfoy [Just Draco being dramatic + cute interaction with reader.]

two sworn enemies and pt2 by @wondernimbus [Enemies to lovers plot that I absolutely love. Plus Ron is pretty funny in this too.]

Don’t Steal My (Frog’s) Heart by @dreaming-about-fanfictions [Just pure adorable fluff!]

By My Date? By @dracosathenaeum [When I tell you I love this? Absolutely love it! Can reread it again and again!]

Soon? by @whompingwillows-bend [Super sweet and the fluff I needed in my life!]

Marry You by @silversslytherin [Soft and Cuddly Draco. Simple.]

Little League Quidditch by @vivvyinvienna [I love the idea of little league for quidditch! All the super over competive parents in it!]

Memory by @chokemepansy [THIS IS JUST SO ADORABLE!!! I LOVE IT!!]

Our Sweater by @evermoredraco [omg i love anything with the reader taking Draco’s sweater. Especially his quidditch one!]

Angst:

When You’re Ready by @swellwriting. [This is an arranged marriage AU. This is so good! Definitely has angst but it’s very much well written.]

Point of View by @draconisxcaput [This is from Hermione’s POV as she watches the Reader and Draco’s Relationship]

Little Malfoy by @harrysweasleys [Has teen pregnancy in it. But I just absolutely love the ending of it.]

scissorhands by @anchoeritic [angst, angst and even more angst. When I tell you I cried. I definitely cried.]

perfect girl and pt2 by @glossymalfoy [pt1 broke my heart :( but pt2 :) ]

Here With You and part 2 by @lunalovecroft [Friends to lovers plot that I absolutely love! Made me feel for the reader in part 1]

Marry My Husband By @nebulablakemurphy [Reader gets a letter from Astoria about being there for Draco after her death. Angst with fluff which I love!]

(This AU doesn’t have a title) by @writings-of-bored-gal [The reader and Draco are in a secret relationship. Based on Secret Love Song by Little Mix]

Destined for You by @weelittleweasley [This is just so beautifully written. Like everything about it is perfection. (TW/ read with caution)]

18+:

How Much He Loves Her and How Much She Loves Him by @draconisxcaput. [I can not tell you how much I love these. Anytime they pop up again on my tl, I reread them. Draco is just so well written! I absolutely love these.]

My Daisy by @emmamarie7708. [THIS!THIS is absolutely amazing! Like just wow!]

Anything written by @anchoeritic [I can never get over all their work. Like it is just masterpiece after masterpiece. Like seriously! But if I did have to recommend my favorite, it would be “like I hate you”]

jealousy by @acosmis-t [Jealous Draco…that’s it. I love it.]

In The Prefect’s Bathroom by @yellowsuitcase [When I tell you everything about this series is perfection. I mean perfection! Absolutely love the whole thing!]

Writers Who’s Work I Love:

@acosmis-t

@anchoeritic

@glossymalfoy

@dracosathenaeum

@yellowsuitcase

@weelittleweasley

@evermoredraco

Okay, I could literally stay on here and keep on recommending all my favorites. But I will keep on adding more and more to the list! Especially as I remember those I loved.

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vivvyinvienna · 4 years ago

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the night we met (draco malfoy)

A/N: heyo! this is my first fic so pls be nice :) i hope you guys enjoy it! xoxo

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Draco is haunted by the memories of his dead lover. Post-Battle of Hogwarts. Inspired by the Lord Huron song “The Night We Met.”

Warnings: alcohol, cursing, depression, angst, violence, blood, major character death

I am not the only traveler

Who has not repaid his debt

I’ve been searching for a trail to follow again

Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself

What the hell I’m supposed to do

And then I can tell myself

Not to ride along with you

Draco languidly twirled the glass of firewhiskey in his hand. He watched as the amber liquid clung desperately to the sides before unfailingly slipping back. His drunken mind and hazy thoughts found amusement in it. They found amusement in a lot of things now. Like how he sat in front of the fireplace in a grand leather chair downing firewhiskey by the bottle every night; being every bit of the rich, spoiled Malfoy heir he was. Y/N would have told him that he was trying too hard to mourn in an aesthetic. And she would have been right.

The thought of her lifted him from his reverie. The glass of liquor stopped turning in his hand, instead it was brought to his lips, quickly downed in hopes of expelling her from his mind. In hopes of keeping out all the feelings that came alongside memories of her. It was why he drank in the first place, why he sat drunk and unrefined with his hair messed, shirt untucked, and suit rumpled.

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Dad!Draco admiring you with the baby and toddler

baby, baby (draco malfoy)

Word Count: 1.3k

Summary: Dad!Draco has to take a couple of sick days from work but that also means he gets to spend more time with his beloved family. Fluff :))

Warnings: unedited, baby scorp cuteness, mentions of pregnancy, stomach flu?

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Draco let out a jovial laugh when he saw the big toothy grin on his son’s face. He immediately held out his arms to steal Scorp from his mother.

“Hey buddy!” Draco responded to him with the same amount of energy. “What have you been up to today?” He talked to Scorp like an adult, treating his noises as real answers.

Scorpius babbled.

“Oh really? You know, I took a pretty good nap too today.”

More babbling.

“Well, why don’t we go to the pond tomorrow?”

Scorpius continued.

“Of course buddy, it’ll be warm out tomorrow.”

“Hey mama,” his soft words reverberated with the utmost tenderness.

“How are you feeling, sweetheart? Is your stomach still hurting?” you were still concerned over his health despite him looking much better than before he went to nap.

“I feel better, I think it’s run its course,” he answered matter-a-factly.

Your conversation remained brief because Scorpius let out a whine. Probably because neither of his parents was giving him attention.

“I have something to talk to you about,” he started.

You took in an over-exaggerated gasp, “Are you breaking up with me?” you said with no real distress.

He went along with you, “That’s actually the second thing I want to talk to you about.”

“Ok well, what’s the first?”

He took in a deep breath, as if slightly nervous. “I think I want to step down from Malfoy Inc for a little while and spend more time at home with you two.”

You turned to fully face him. You were elated at the possibility but a bit hesitant in case he hadn’t fully thought it through yet.

“I’d love to have you home more, I’m sure Scorp does too,” you paused, “but you love your job.”

“But I love you guys more. A lot more actually,” there was no wavering in his affirmation.

“You won’t get bored being at home all day?” you pushed a bit more.

“I was planning on picking up some of my old alchemy projects. And you remember all the notebooks Severus left me?”

You did.

“I think it’d be good to finish some of his potions research.”

You agreed.

“I miss having you home too, I miss you all the time.” You almost laughed at how clingy you sounded. “So if you want to step down, I won’t be the one to stop you.”

He gave you that smile, the one that was reserved only for you. “I guess I’m quitting my job,” he sounded nonchalant but the excitement was obvious in the smile lines of his eyes.

“One stomach flu and you’re ready to quit your job. I’d hate to see what a migraine does to you,” you teased.

“Shut up,” he feigned offense. “Merlin, Y/N I threw up so much I finally understand how you felt when you were pregnant.”

You gave him a questionable look. “For some reason, I doubt it.” The room filled with Draco’s laughter again.

“Speaking of pregnancy…” he shifted closer to you, slowly gliding his large hand onto your belly. “I want to put another baby in here.”

“You are just full of ideas today.” He was about to open his mouth to persuade you further, when you continued, “But I can’t say that’s a bad one.”

A boyish grin took his face.

#draco x you #draco malfoy #draco malfoy fluff #draco fluff #dad!draco #draco x y/n #draco x reader #hogwarts #scorpius #malfoy #harry potter #draco smut #draco malfoy headcanon #draco imagine

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little league quidditch (draco malfoy)

A/N: I’m so in love with dad!draco and the little league quidditch idea is just so cute. I didn’t feel like writing a whole fic tho so here’s a headcannon. Xoxo enjoy

Summary: Dad!Draco at Scorpius’ little league quidditch game

Warnings: mentions wine lol

As a child, Draco loved Little League Quidditch. It was his absolute favorite thing, zipping around on a broom, throwing beach ball quaffles, and chasing his friends. It was actually where he met Blaise and Theo.

So when Scorpius turned 4, you and Draco promptly signed him up for the Hogwarts Little League Quidditch Team.

Every Saturday at 1pm a bunch of toddler witches and wizards would be taken to the quidditch pitch by their parents. It was very loud and chaotic.

No one ever said handling mass hoards of children was easy.

A lot of the parents were people you went to school with. Like Harry and Ginny, Hermione and Ron, Neville and Hannah, George and Angelina...list goes on.

Despite Draco’s complicated past, over the years his relationship with his schoolmates has improved. Grievances were addressed and apologizes were accepted. So there’s no bad blood, especially not at Little League Quidditch.

Anywho, it’s Saturday morning. You’re in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Scorpius is running around your quite large and luxurious cottage by the lake. Draco’s also running around, trying to get Scorpius ready.

Dad Draco is a bit more casual in terms of dressing. Before you two had Scorp, Draco refused to leave the house unless he was in a perfectly tailored suit and every hair was in place. Fatherhood was a bit too hectic and messy for charcoal grey wool suits. So instead he sported a black quarter zip and casual khakis (ugh i love men in those ralph lauren black quarter zips sm swoon)

So it’s almost 1pm, you guys are about to leave the house. Scorp has been washed, dressed, and fed. High fives for you and Draco, dealing with a four year old was tough work. Teamwork makes the dream work.

Right before you leave though, you thoroughly sunscreen your son bc merlin knows he he got the Malfoy fair skin genes. Then you turn to your equally pale husband and quickly slather a layer on his face and neck. And as usual, he grumbles and complains about your manhandling.

And then you guys were off via portkey!

The second you guys arrive, Scorpius runs off to go play with Albus. The two of them were good friends but very competitive with each other in quidditch.

Now that he was occupied with Albus, you and Draco finally get a moment to yourselves.

“Y/N, please tell me there’s wine in that cooler.”

“Wouldn’t leave the house without it.”

Teams were split up based on colored jerseys. They couldn’t use Green or Red or Blue or Yellow though because no one wanted to deal with a Gryffindor baby crying over wearing green. Or vice versa. So jerseys were either purple or orange. Neutral territory.

Draco tries to be the chill dad, he really tries. But he just LOVES quidditch and really gets into the game even when it’s just four year olds playing. (he keeps his comments pg tho)

“YES! That’s it! You show em Scorp!”

“Go left! Go left! Come on, left, left!”

Draco, Ginny, and Olivier Wood regularly sat together during matches because all the other parents complained about their yelling and “enthusiasm.”

So they had a very beautiful friendship, mostly centered around their quidditch commentary and competitive natures.

While the three of them do their shouting. You sit with Harry and Penelope (Oliver’s wife) sharing the wine. Since you’re all responsible parents, you guys only drink enough to feel a light buzz.

Occasionally Draco would sit back down in his seat, turn to you and say something like

“Merlin, it’s like they don’t know their lefts and rights.”

“Draco, they don’t. They’re four.”

He looks at you a bit sheepishly.

“Sometimes I forget. It feels like we’ve had Scorp for ages already.”

“I know, baby.”

And then you pull him in for a kiss. Merlin knows that you loved this man more than the world.

He stays sitting with you for the rest of the game, giving you kisses and stealing sips of your wine.

Scorp’s teams wins at last when the “snitch” is finally caught. There’s a look of pure joy and pride on Scorp’s face. He looked so much like ur husband, it was insane. You and Draco both stand up to clap and cheer.

Without fail, after every single game, Draco tells Scorp that he did a great job and that he was proud of him. He wanted to make sure that he and Scorpius would be different from him and his father. He wanted them to have a good relationship, one where Scorp felt supported, cared for, and loved.

And naturally after every game came with the promise of getting ice cream at Florean Fortescue’s

#Draco Malfoy #draco fanfiction #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco fluff #drarry #dad!draco #scorpius malfoy #Harry Potter #hogwarts #slytherin #hufflepuff #harry potter imagine #draco x y/n #draco x you

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I just wanna say I love your work! they're so beautifully written. I just...I don't know how to even say it. reading your words, they're like seeing my emotions. thank you. you're so wonderful. xx

omg such kind words. your support means the absolute most to me. thank you so much xoxo 💗

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stoner gf (draco malfoy)

A/N: heyo! thought i’d write a fic about one of my favorite things: getting high! this is kind of inspired by this one smoke sesh i had w my best friend. it was like 2am, on a hill overlooking the suburbs, no wind, and just good vibes. immortalizing it now w a draco fic. xoxo

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: Smoking weed with Draco. 7th year no voldy AU

Warnings: drugs, mention of alcohol, mention of sex, Libra slander lol

It was a quiet evening. You and Draco were both finished with school work and were cuddled on your bed, reading The Bluest Eye together. Sitting between his legs, Draco hugged your back close to his chest, occasionally breathing sweet kisses on your neck, shoulders, and ears. As you guys neared your sixth chapter of the night, his kisses came more frequently signaling that he was getting restless.

You dog tagged the page and turned to face him. With your arms around him and your nails lightly scratching the nape of his neck, you asked, “do you want to do something else?”

He let out a content sigh before answering. He loved the feeling of Y/N’s nails gently dragging through his hair, care lingering with each touch.

“Depends. What do you have in mind?”

You looked up at him with a little smirk and a foxy twinkle in your eye.

“We can go smoke? I just got a package of french lavender that I can mix into the weed so it’s more calming for you.”

Draco didn’t smoke as much as you, he'd take a couple hits at parties and such but he was a bit of a tweaker. It was understandable given his anxious personality. So normally while you smoked, he accompanied you with his flask of firewhiskey.

But tonight Draco considered the option, he’d read somewhere before that lavender was a great calming agent.

“Are we smoking sativa?” he asked. He knew you preferred sativa strains since indica just made you want to fall asleep.

“I have sativa and indica, so we can do whatever you want.”

Contemplating the choices, he finally decided, “Let’s do a hybrid with the lavender.”

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The two of you walked to the edge of Black Lake, setting down a blanket near one of the willow trees. The deep hue of the lake became a willing canvas for the moon and her stars. The water was calm at its core but the surface danced softly in ripples and waltzes. There was very little wind, but the occasionally draft was like a breath for the trees. Giving them just enough air for their leaves to awaken.

With expert hands, you pack the weed and lavender into your glass pipe before passing it to Draco to light. Leaning forward, he brings the pipe to his lips. As he sparks the lighter, the flames’ orange glow flickered across his pale skin and chiseled features. He breathed it in, and out, before holding it to your lips for you to take a hit. There was something undeniably sexy about Draco smoking. His veiny hands gripping the pipe, the light furrow of his brow as he lit the bowl, the air of nonchalance as he leaned back on his arms while blowing out made you stare unabashedly.

You passed the pipe back and forth a couple more times until the bowl was done. Draco was still leaning back on his arms, looking up at the sky. He glanced over at you and his lips twisted in a small smile when he caught you staring.

“Whatcha lookin at, pretty girl?” His words were slower than normal. He moved his arm around you, pulling you into his chest.

“I was looking at you,” you tilted your head to lightly kiss the edge of his jaw, “cause you’re so pretty.”

He let out a breathy laugh that you could feel leaning against him. You weren’t sure if it was just the weed, but in his arms you felt euphoric and dreamy and warm.

You gave Draco a little nudge, “What were you looking at?”

“The stars. They’re really pretty tonight.” Your boyfriend had a tendency to get dreamy when he was high.

“Ya, they are.” You snuggled deeper into his chest as he continued to look up at them.

“Y/N, look. They’re twinkling, it’s almost magical,” he sounded a bit dazed.

You gave him an incredulous look, before stating, “We do live in a magical world, Draco.”

He was unaffected by your bluntness. “I know, I know. It’s just nice, I guess. Like a little piece of magic for anyone who looks up. Even the muggles, magic for them too,” he trailed off still enraptured by the stars.

You let him observe the celestials in silence for a little longer. As he remained spellbound by the stars (and weed), you watched him with the same propensity. You watched as his silver eyes flickered back and forth between the different constellations until he landed on his namesake, The Dragon. You felt him unconsciously tracing it with the hand on your back, carefully dotting each of the fourteen stars. You noticed as his stare became more and more vacant, looking lost in thought, the stars no longer holding his attention.

You gave Draco a little nudge, “You have that look on. What are you thinking about?”

Draco let out a big sigh, almost as if he were exhaling smoke.

He shook his head and reached for the pipe once again. “I’ll tell you when I'm less sober.”

The two of you passed the pipe to each other in comfortable fashion. Talking was always easier when high. Walls were weaker, inhibitions were lower, and self-restraint was secondary to the truth.

“You know…I just,” he paused to gather his thoughts. “I was looking at the Draco constellation and I realized I’m gonna have to choose one to name my kid one day, cause it’s a family tradition. And I just started thinking about all the other bloody traditions, like how I’m supposed to become some ministry man.” He spat out the last word as if it were poison. He paused again.

“I just feel so pointless sometimes. Like I’m just here checking off boxes because father told me so. I do everything I’m supposed to do, you know, classes, quidditch, prefect stuff. But it all feels so useless and tiring. And I don’t know if it ever ends.”

You place a comforting hand on his back, gently running your fingers on his spine before responding.

“I think you’ll always feel empty if you’re living by someone else’s expectations instead of your own. And all that stuff you think you’re supposed to do because your father told you to do them, they won’t ever bring you meaning.”

He bit his lip while nodding. He knew you were right. He was 17 years old, almost done with Hogwarts, but he still hadn’t figured out himself. It confused him greatly, not knowing where Malfoy ended and Draco began.

“I used to think his approval would bring me happiness. But I don’t think I ever got it.” He took another hit of the pipe. He exhaled deeply.

“His approval or the happiness?”

“Both.” He said, letting out an unamused laugh and shaking his head.

His large, porcelain hand wrapped around yours. Bringing it to his lips, he placed a gentle kiss on your fingers.

“Talk to me about something else,” he whispered.

Following his request, you took inspiration from the stars and constellations. You turned to him, and asked, “Do you think astrology is real?”

“Why not? ‘We do live in a magical world.’ ” He repeated your earlier response, even raising his voice an octave to mimic you.

His attitude never failed to make you laugh. You continued chuckling until another thought hit you.

With unnecessary intensity you grabbed his hands and stared into his eyes. Draco was perplexed by your actions and gave you a questioning look.

“Promise me, if we ever have kids, they won’t be Libras.”

He tried taking you seriously, he pressed his lips together and raised his eyebrows while looking at you. But when your impassioned stance didn’t change, he couldn’t help but burst out laughing.

As his laughs finally died down, he looked back up at you, “Baby, you can’t control that.”

You sat up straight, this was something you were very passionate about. There was no way in hell you were going to give birth to a Libra.

“Of course I can. We just won’t have sex in January.”

“What?” It was his turn to be offended now. “Absolutely not.”

“You’d rather raise a Libra than go a month without sex?”

He shrugged, “I don’t even know what’s so bad about Libras.”

You looked at him as if he has kicked a puppy. “I thought you said you believed in astrology?”

“Ya…” he nodded slowly, “but I didn’t say I was an astrology expert.”

“Well…” you looked around, thinking of something to retaliate with, “I’m an astrology expert so we should listen to me.”

“Let’s compromise. No Libra babies and only super protected, safe, cautionary sex during January.”

You sucked in a long breath, debating his proposal. Draco waited in suspense until you finally decided to respond with a simple “Fine.”

After settling on that compromise, the two of you laid back into each others arms. Just as you got comfortable again, a random question popped into Draco’s mind.

“What about god? Do you think god is real?”

You looked at him, a bit confused as to where the question came from. But you answered regardless.

“I don’t think so… But I once read this thing that said ‘if there is a god, he wouldn’t be in any of us, but the space between us.’ And I used to think about that line a lot, I think there’s a lot of truth in that. Because the most beautiful human thing is the intimacy and connection between us. So if there’s any sort of divinity in this world, it would be the thing connecting us all.”

“That’s very poetic. I don’t think god exists either…” He looked away before turning back to you with a smile, “But you know what I do know?”

“What?” the same smile was on your face as you answered.

“You’ll always be my religion.”

His words sparked a little fluttering feeling in your chest. You coyly responded, “Who’s the poet now?”

“I’m not a poet, I just love you.” Your fluttering feeling only grew at the honesty in his eyes and voice.

“I love you too. I love you so much that it’s embarrassing sometimes.”

It wasn’t until a couple minutes later when you realized that he set that entire conversation up. He knew you were an atheist.

You slowly turned to him with your new revelation and asked, “Did you ask me that question just so you could use that religion line?”

His little head scratch and sheepish laugh was more than enough as an answer. The two of you dissolved into giggles and soft kisses.

You weren’t sure if it was a symptom of love or weed, but regardless, your heaven was with him. And so as you sat hand in hand, breathing in the fragrance of late spring and weed, you wanted nothing more than to stay in your constructed world of bad girls and sad boys with him forever.

#draco malfoy #draco x y/n #draco x reader #slytherin #weed #harry potter #hogwarts #fluff #draco fluff #draco angst #draco fic #draco fanfiction #harry potter imagine #smoking with draco

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3.5k Song Fic Challenge!!

Here it is! My celebration for 3.5k followers! I’m still in shock that this has happened, but I am so so grateful. Thank you to everyone who replied to my last post about hitting this milestone, your support means so much to me. Anyway, without further ado, here is my song fic challenge and my odd taste in music!

Rules:

Harry Potter characters only!

x reader please!

Reblog this post and drop me an ask stating which song and character you would like to write for!

Feel free to use as many songs as you would like! However, I will cross out one song when it has two people attached to it.

Tag me in your fic when you post and use the hashtag ‘iliveiloveiwrite3.5k’ - if I don’t reblog your fic within 24 hours, send me a message to remind me!

No deadline - seriously, this year has been stressful enough, go have fun and come back to me when you can.

Please do not feel pressured to do this. This is honestly a bit of fun.

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masterlist

Draco Malfoy

ONE-SHOTS

the night we met: Draco is haunted by the memories of his dead lover. Post-Battle of Hogwarts. Inspired by the Lord Huron song “The Night We Met.”

stoner gf: Smoking weed with Draco. 7th year no voldy AU

baby, baby: Dad!Draco has to take a couple of sick days from work but that also means he gets to spend more time with his little family.

HEADCANNONS

little league quidditch: Dad!Draco at Scorpius’ little league quidditch game

#draco fanfiction #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco fluff #harry potter #draco angst #draco x y/n #harry potter imagine #hogwarts #slytherin #vivvyinvienna

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the night we met (draco malfoy)

A/N: heyo! this is my first fic so pls be nice :) i hope you guys enjoy it! xoxo

Word Count: 3.6k

Summary: Draco is haunted by the memories of his dead lover. Post-Battle of Hogwarts. Inspired by the Lord Huron song “The Night We Met.”

Warnings: alcohol, cursing, depression, angst, violence, blood, major character death

I am not the only traveler

Who has not repaid his debt

I've been searching for a trail to follow again

Take me back to the night we met

And then I can tell myself

What the hell I'm supposed to do

And then I can tell myself

Not to ride along with you

But it didn’t work. It never really worked. Not even the strongest liquor from his father’s collection could rid his mind of her. Her lips, her touch, her soft breath on his shoulder from their last embrace was all tattooed on his soul. He didn’t really mind those. But it was the memories of her death, watching her body crumble and blood pour from her wounds, that made him want to obliviate himself. They stained his mind, weakened his body and ate at his soul.

After losing her at the Battle of Hogwarts, he constantly felt like he was a wandering traveler who’s path had run out. He was riddled with these feelings of guilt, sorrow, longing, and depression. There was always this painful feeling in his chest, like someone had a vice grip around his lungs and heart. While he was with Y/N there was always a nagging feeling that he was in debt to her. She had taught him the invaluable, that he could love and be loved. She had saved him in every manner a person could be saved. The feelings, thoughts, and pain he now faced was unrelenting, incessant, and unforgiving. He supposed it was a method of repaying his debt.

Looking towards the fireplace that was softly raging, he put down his glass. Chasing away the memories never worked, he didn’t know why he bothered trying every night. And with that, he resigned to his thoughts of her.

I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

Draco was laying on her bed in her Hufflepuff dorm. The windows facing the rolling hills were drawn up, letting in the warm glow of sunset. It bathed the room in this honey tint that made him feel warm and blissful. Laying on his side, he stared at the Y/H/C haired girl at the desk who was intensely focused on her books and notes.

“Angel?”

Your quill paused and you turned to let your Y/E/C eyes meet his. He thought your eyes were the most beautiful thing, they held the beauty and intensity of a thousand stars in his mind. He found everything beautiful about you really. The way your hair framed your face. Your delicate fingers whenever they entangled with his. The way your rosy lips tilted into a smile when you looked up at him.

“Yes, Draco?”

You had a slight smile and an extra twinkle in your eye as you answered him because you knew exactly what he was going to ask next.

As predicted, the blonde boy strewn across your bed softly, adoringly, and a tinge whiningly said, “Come lay with me for a bit.”

Looking back and forth between him and the DADA homework on your desk, you pouted while responding “I still have so much of Umbridge’s work to do though.”

Draco let out a dramatic groan and flipped onto his back before answering, “ You’re killing me, Y/N. What do I need to do to convince you?”

The truth was Draco didn’t need to do anything to persuade you, you were sick of Umbridge’s busy work. And after feeling his gaze caress you all afternoon, you craved his touch. But you decided to have a bit of fun.

“It’s killed meh. It’s killed meh.” You mocked.

You never let him live down that accident from third year. He covered his eyes and laughed in embarrassment before retaliating, “At least I didn’t get sent to the hospital wing because of a plant. You’re supposed to be good at herbology, badger.”

You feigned offense, “That’s not the point. The point is, I didn’t put on an entire theatrical performance like you felt the need to.” And with that, you started to walk towards the Slytherin boy on your bed. He pulled the covers back for you to join him when he noticed your approach.

“Ok, ok, fine. Just get in already, I’m getting cold.”

Once you settled into his arms, he watched as you snuggled deeper into his chest. With your guys legs intertwined and his arms encasing you, his heart felt content and at peace. He had everything he needed and wanted right in his arms.

You tilted your face up, and while looking adoringly at Draco you whispered, “I love you, you know?”

He gave you a soft smile that made the cold ice of his eyes melt. Putting his forehead against yours, he gently nudged your nose with his.

“I know. And I love you...” he paused, refocusing his gaze into your eyes, “more than anything.”

You smiled as he captured your lips in a kiss.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Oh, take me back to the night we met

Back in his leather chair in the cold drawing room of the Manor, he barely noticed the silent tears that escaped from his eyes. Tears seemed to be a constant now. The beautiful memories of her angelic voice and soft kisses and honey tints were once things that bewitched him. Now, they only served as an agonizing reminder of what he had lost. He craved, he so utterly craved for her tender caress. He could feel his own desperation causing aches from his chest all the way to his finger tips. What he would give to feel her presence wrapped around him one more time.

With his head hung forward and his hands tugging at his hair, convulsive yet inaudible sobs wracked his beaten frame. He wanted her back. He wanted to hold her hand as they walked in the garden. He wanted to pepper her face with kisses until she playfully pushed him away. He wanted to hear her gleeful shouts as they rode his broom together. He wanted to meet her again for the first time and relive their time together. Merlin he just wanted her back.

All he could do now was reminisce of his memories of them together. He was faced with a constant inner battle. Reliving their memories eased the hurt for a little while. But when he came back to his senses and his reality, it brought a raging pain of its own.

Some nights he couldn’t help himself. He drank until his vision blurred and then walked around the Manor looking for signs of her, to spark memories that he watched like movies. Tonight would be one of those nights he realized after stumbling onto a very specific patio. It was the patio where they met.

When the night was full of terrors

And your eyes were filled with tears

When you had not touched me yet

Oh, take me back to the night we met

Your family had been invited to the Malfoy Summer Solstice Ball, as were all the other notable pureblood wizarding families. You had your mother’s penchant for fashion, choosing to wear a champagne colored satin gown from one of your favorite designers. You quite enjoyed the dressing up and the excessive extravagance, but it was the company that was pitiful. The lavishly decorated ball room was filled with witches and wizards either trying to produce marriage arrangements or devise business contracts. Despite being freshly 14 and only going into your fourth year at Hogwarts, you were approached with multiple horrendous proposals.

Sometime during the night after Rowle Sr. suggested your hand for his 22 year old son, you slipped out of the ballroom in search of some quiet. What you found however, was Draco Malfoy on a patio. As awful as his reputation, you couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. It almost felt sacrilegious being so encaptured by the chisel of his cheekbones and the subtle arch of his brows. But he had the type of beauty that got into your bones and the moonlight only made him more enthralling.

Draco’s gaze settled on you a couple seconds after you had walked in. He recognized you, you were in the same herbology class. He’d never admit it but he always found the way your eyes flicked up from your paper to the person you were talking to, to be so subtly alluring.

Skipping over a normal greeting, his first word to you was merely, “Hufflepuff.” He had meant for it to be a question, but it came out a bit rougher than he anticipated. At least he hadn’t sneered.

True to your house’s values, you responded good naturedly, “Yes...and you’re in Slytherin.”

He nodded, pausing for a second as if contemplating whether to continue the conversation before asking, “Why are you out here?”

“Got tired of talking to old British men.” You answered honestly. “What about you? Why’d you come out here?”

He walked closer to where you were standing.

“Trying to get away from the witches,” he said as he leaned against the terrace railing.

You laughed lightly before jokingly asking, “The mothers? Or the girls?”

“Both,” he fiddled with his cufflinks. “Were the old British men trying to get you to marry their sons?”

“They were. None of them were very convincing though.”

“I hope my father didn’t try.”

“Would it be so terrible to be married to me?”

You could see a quick eyebrow raise from him, pleasantly surprised.

“I’m just concerned that our home decorating styles won’t match.” His voice lacked his usual bite and his face was without his habitual sneer.

“You know most people don’t choose their life partners based on interior design styles.”

Your comment elicited an amused huff from the blonde boy. “I wish my mother did, then I wouldn’t have to live in this ghastly manor.”

He was right, filled with antiques and dark artifacts, the manor was downright depressing. “It’s...” you struggled to find a non offensive description. “It has its own charm. You just have to romanticize it a bit.” You were unconvincing.

“This is why the sorting hat put you in Hufflepuff.”

“Better than Slytherin,” you retorted.

He wanted to laugh, even the idea of you in Slytherin was amusing. “You’d get eaten alive by our first-years.”

He was right, but that didn’t mean you let up, “Funny. Have you made anyone cry yet today?”

“No, but luckily it’s only 9 o’clock.”

The two of you talked long into the night. As he listened to your stories, random literary interpretations, and takes on the world he found himself more and more enamored. He was enamored with the little shrug you seemed to always end your rants in. Enamored with your laughs that always came at the right time when he talked. Enamored with the strange feeling in his gut he didn’t quite know how to identify when your hand briefly grazed his thigh.

Draco found your company to be tantalizingly novel. Sitting on adirondack chairs, sharing nothing but stories with you felt weirdly intimate. It felt like friendship, a word woefully foreign on his tongue. Perhaps it was because he met you in a setting outside of Hogwarts, a place where he didn’t have to puff his chest and wear his Slytherin crown. But for the first time in maybe his entire life, it felt like he made a friend. And it wouldn’t be until later when he realized that Y/N was also the love of his life.

I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

Draco sat in the same adirondack chair he had the night he met you, looking at the empty chair to his right. A sullen expression was permanently etched on his face as he ran through the same thought over and over and over. I wish she was here. I wish she was here. I wish she was here. Lost in a trance, he didn’t notice his mother enter the patio until her shoes were in his line of sight.

Narcissa’s heart ached to see her son this way. So lost and so resigned. Every ounce of spirit and hope seemed to have vanquished as he processed Y/N’s death. She remembered the struggle of tearing him away from her dead body and bringing him back to the manor.

As the battle was in its final moments, Narcissa knew that her family needed to leave to avoid Azkaban. But Draco hadn’t wanted to leave her yet, he wasn’t ready to let go. Her and Lucius were forced to physically rip them a part. With Lucius holding him down and Narcissa prying her from his grasp. He pleaded and begged and cried and screamed. The raw pain and desperation in his screams as Y/N finally slipped from his grasp was something Narcissa would never forget. Once the three of them were apparated into the manor’s drawing room, Draco had collapsed in her arms choking on sobs and violent words cursing them. He was inconsolable, Narcissa tried. She held him, comforted him, but she knew it wasn’t her arms he needed. There was only one person who could rid his pain, but no amount of money in their Gringotts vault could bring back the dead.

Back on the patio, she quietly approached him.

“Draco?”

He looked up. Behind the sorrow in his eyes there was the slightest bit of resentment. He still hadn’t found it in himself to fully forgive her. It was even worse with his father. He couldn’t look at Lucius without turning breathless with anger.

“Draco,” she placed a hand gently on his shoulder, “it’s late. We should get you to bed.”

He merely blinked away, looking back at the empty chair instead. Narcissa noticed that he did that often, looking at the empty spaces next to him. Spaces that she was supposed to be in. He did it at the dining table on the rare occasions he’d join her for meals. He did it in the library, riveted by the black couch they frequented. And he did it while laying in his bed, always slightly off center, as if leaving room for someone.

It took a bit more coaxing from Narcissa to get Draco to his room. After he was settled in his bed, he closed his eyes succumbing to the nightmares that would undoubtedly come.

I had all and then most of you

Some and now none of you

Take me back to the night we met

“Dra...Dray. Dray, ho..hold me. Please.”

He knew the end was nearing, white hot panic flooded him. Blood surrounded you, coating the dirty cement floor and his hands. He lifted you gingerly into his arms, scared to hurt you even more.

“Ok. Ok. Of course, Angel. I’m right here. I’m right here. You’re gonna be okay, it’s gonna be ok.” He was rambling now.

His hand cupped your cheek, keeping your eyes on him. Rocking back and forth, he looked into your eyes and studied your face.

“Angel, don’t do this to me. I love you, I love you, I love you.”

You brought your hand up, grabbing onto his wrist. You were too weak to respond at that point, you were too far gone. You both knew. But a small smile ghosted your features as you looked at your love. Your love, your love, your love. You kept looking at him as you felt yourself slip farther and farther away. It was just like sleeping.

Draco’s silver hair fell into his face as looked down at the girl in his arms with an ocean between his lashes. He watched as she gave him that last little smile, with his hand still cupping her cheek. First, her hand’s grip loosened on his wrist. Then, her face went expressionless. And too sudden and far too soon, the light in her eyes were gone.

Y/N Y/L/N was dead.

A guttural, visceral sob erupted from the silver haired boy. He cried out, cursing the gods above and cursing fate for taking her from him so soon. His screams were strained with an indescribable and insurmountable amount of pain. He clawed at his chest, hoping he could somehow rip out the searing feeling that riddled his shattered heart.

He pressed his face in to the crook of her neck, sobbing thickly, muttering desperate pleas of help. But it was pitiful and it was nonsense, for death was unforgiving and death was final. Her arms, which once were used to caress and comfort him, now hung limp at her sides. There was a fiery anguish in his chest that was so colossal he could feel it radiate all through his body. Draco clung onto her dead body with as much strength as he could muster, as if sheer willpower could revive her somehow. The blood from her fatal wound covered Draco’s hands and clothes. It was a gruesomely harrowing scene: a forever broken boy clinging to a dead girl.

He wasn’t sure how long he stayed like that, kneeling on his knees while clutching his dead lover. The battle raged on around him as he remained in his penitent posture, praying to every deity, God, and powerful being he could think of to bring her back. When he finally found the strength to lift his head from the crook of her neck, the sight of her clouded eyes and paling skin sent another volley of shards into his chest. With an unsteady hand, he shut her eyes.

Draco gently pulled her into his lap, moving with the same amount of attentiveness as if she was still alive. His hands, still trembling, carefully smoothed her hair. He drank her face in more fervently than ever before, for this would be the last time he saw her. This would be the last time he could hold her. His angel, his beautiful angel was dead and soon he would be forced to let her go. He pressed his lips on hers as he’s done a thousand times before, but when her lips remained unmoving and were cold against his, a new set of sobs wracked his body.

The grieving boy sat in the midst of a battlefield, uncaring that he was defenseless. Draco sat there, silently hoping that someone would take mercy on him. Silently praying that someone would see him wandless and alone, and slay him. He knew this pain was carved into his heart and engraved in his soul. He knew that he would only be relieved of it when death came for him too.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do

Haunted by the ghost of you

Take me back to the night we met

Dear Y/N,

You’re dead, you won’t ever read this. I’m not entirely sure why I’m writing this. Maybe it’s a plea of help, maybe it’s how I’ll heal. Either way, it makes me feel like I’m talking to you, like I haven’t lost everything. But I’m just deluding myself.

It hurts to live without you. Time keeps ticking forward, the world moving with it, but all I can think about is when I was last with you. Every night I slip into dreams of you. Sometimes, rarely, they’re good ones. But I wake up and you’re not there. Most nights, I’m watching you bleed and die in my arms. That dream never fails in hurting me. But what really breaks me, is after I drag myself awake, I realize I’m already living my worst fear. You’re already dead. It’s not a nightmare, it’s a memory.

Everything died with you, Y/N. I thought that once the war was over, my life could truly start. I’d finally be free from that world. I didn’t realize that the end of the war meant the end of us too. Every single plan we made for the future is gone. All my someday’s and one day’s died with you. I no longer have anyone to marry, to have children with, to grow old with. I feel robbed. I was supposed to have a whole life with you, not just a few measly school years. Even a lifetime wouldn’t have been enough for me. I want every lifetime with you, on this earth or the next.

I’m still holding you tight in my mind, it’s strange you’re not here with me. My heaven was here on earth with you. But ever since you’ve gone, the days have been getting darker and darker. I love you, I miss you.

Yours Forever,

Draco

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