#FT. DRACO

[signetrings]

@mugglebrn

draco: heey draco: granferr draco: where are u

[mugglebrn]

My muse watches your muse from across the room, their gaze lingering even when caught.

HONESTLY, HE'S BEEN ACTING DEAD WEIRD SINCE THEIR ARGUMENT LAST WEEK. It's not like the argument itself was unusual. They'd fought about pretty much the same stuff as they always did. Trading barbs and taking jabs at each other; things beginning to rapidly devolve the moment they started getting more personal. So much so that he'd been up in her face, looking down his pointy nose at her, his grey eyes hardened steel. Hermione had done what she'd always done - she'd raised her chin defiantly, given him that haughty look she was best known for, and told him where to shove it.

And then he'd frozen, appearing speechless despite her insult not being especially witty. In his silence she'd been at a loss of what to do, and so she stared back at him, waiting for him to say something, watching as he fixated so hard on her right cheek that she'd swiped at it with the back of her hand, half concerned she had a smudge of jam from her breakfast on it.

And then he'd taken off without so much as a word, and since then, he'd been acting like a complete nutter. He'd been not nearly as quick to pick a fight and strangest of all, was all the staring.

Hermione feels it before she looks up. That he's staring. She knows it as sure as she knows the sun will rise tomorrow morning. If asked how, she'd say it's just a feeling, that she doesn't know where it comes from, but that it had never been wrong yet. Their eyes meet instantly when she looks up from her sausage and eggs (dad always used to make sausages and eggs on a Sunday morning), and though she thinks he'll look away when caught. He doesn't. He keeps the gaze locked, unwavering in the steadfast studying of her face. As if he could parse out every feature, even with half the Great Hall between them.

Pity for him that she got particularly out of sorts on a Sunday.

"Right," she mutters, mostly to herself, her eyes narrowing into a glare. Hermione extracts herself from the bench seat and storms around the end of the Gryffindor table towards the Slytherin one, her hands in fists.

"What the fuck is your problem, Malfoy?" she hisses at him once she's close enough, a few of the closer by students looking over in sleepy interest, though the hall is relatively unpopulated this early on a weekend.

[grccngrass]

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found in the malfoy family photo album:

[shadowbrn]

also thinking about this a lot right now.

[t1oui]

oh yeah btw i wrote something yesterday

oneshot, 4.1k words, my view of the 2nd war :) + draco x blaise bc i love them and they need more content

warnings: mentions of torture & one sentence that kinda hints at nsfw things. also lots of depression so pretty typical for a war fic

[augustheart]

my horrible toxic polycule built on my gaslighting and magical manipulation will surely never crumble (<- guy who is six seconds away from being sealed under the mountain for all eternity)

[weirdraccoon]

MC: I don't like children

Ominis: You have a son.

MC: I don't like other people's children then.

Sebastian: The Potter kid?

MC *throws hands in the air*: Fine! I don't like spoiled little brats!

Sebastian: Oh! You're talking about Tom's new friend.

Ominis *frowning*: Abraxas is not that bad.

MC *mumbling*: His brother is.

[dracolizardlars]

Huge fan of this photo I just got

It never usually snows at all while there are still leaves on the trees, I'm in love with the colour contrast!

[astrvia]

— privado ( 1/3 ) *

estar en las afueras de la residencia de draco le permite percibir más a gusto la brisa fresca, como si buscase aclarar un poco sus pensamientos. un par de metros más allá, bajo su estricta vigilancia, castor olfatea lo que parece ser una planta, antes de fruncir la nariz y hacerse bolilla como si el olor le hubiese causado disgusto. está en eso, perdiendo simplemente el tiempo con el pequeño erizo, sentado en el pasto, hasta que divisa una figura familiar en compañía de su can y su voz se alza sin pensárselo mucho. ' hey' saluda por mera inercia, mientras su postura se reajusta levemente. mira al mayor primero, con todo el efecto que le causa su presencia, y luego sus ojos serpentean en dirección al perro, sonriendo un poco. ' ¿entonces este es zero?' @mnngyv

[signetrings]

@epihlogue sent: "I swear, once this is over, it’s back to hating each other. Deal?" | from harry

"unlike you, potter, i can hate you and work with you at the same time." draco's clearly always eager to one-up the other wizard in any way he can. "but if you need to pretend, by all means. whatever you need to do to get the job done and stay out of my way."

[mugglebrn]

@signetrings another 'observe' meme inspired drabble you didn't ask for

HER FINGERTIP FOLLOWS THE PATH OF A LITTLE RIVULET OF WATER AS IT TRICKLES OVER HIS SHOULDER. It dips briefly into the hollow created by his collarbone, pooling before spilling over and continuing its journey downwards. Hermione traces alongside it down his chest, and while the water doesn't run over his nipple, her fingertip does, and she smiles as his breath hitches in that way she doesn't even think he could stop if he occluded.

He sways just enough that the tiny dribble becomes a torrent, his back no longer completely shielding her from the force of the shower water and she scrunches her nose as it bounces off his shoulder and sprays her in a fine mist.

"Later," Hermione promises, ignoring that she can feel him half hard against her belly. "We can't hog the shower forever, even if it is your birthday."

"I disagree, Granger. If anything, this is the perfect time to hog the shower. Rest of them be damned. They know how to cast a scourgify."

The eye roll she gives him is monumental, shoving against his chest lightly though it only succeeds in her copping more water to the face. "Duck down, will you?" she reaches past him for her shampoo, the scent of vanilla and orange blossom filling the air as she pops it open and squeezes a healthy amount into her hands (more and more these days Hermione finds he smells like her and she smells like him). "I'm pampering you. You're being pampered," because it's his birthday and they're stuck in this awful house surrounded by a half dozen people he doesn't much like with another undercover mission he'll be going on the day after tomorrow, but for now, it's just them in the warm comfort of the shower.

And if she pretends hard enough, Hermione can believe there is no war.

They reconnected after school somehow. Or maybe in the final year of school. Forced to work together on an assignment, maybe. They hated it at first, of course. Said many awful, hurtful things. Constantly at each other's throats. Then slowly it became better. He finds himself attracted to her fiery attitude and her mean streak, to the way she loves so deeply despite herself and always fights to see the good in people. And she sees that he has moved beyond the horrible things he was taught were true growing up. She sees that below his acerbic facade, he's loyal and he's affectionate, and he sees all the parts of herself she loathes and loves them anyway. And then they confess, they fall in love, they graduate, they buy a flat together. Somewhere that kisses the seam between muggle or wizard worlds. A little flat with more books than flat surfaces to put them on and a cozy fireplace that Crookshanks sits in front of every evening. And right now, it's the morning of his twentieth birthday and she's pampering him in their shower before she'll make him pancakes with extra syrup for breakfast to appease his sweet tooth.

If she pretends, she can believe all of that, just for a few moments.

Hermione reaches up, massaging the shampoo into his hair, wiping the suds from his forehead before it can fall into his eyes, the motion smoothing back his hair in a way that's reminiscent of when he was eleven years old. He'd sneered at her then. Now he watches. Looking at her like she's the very centre of his universe; the sun to his collection of stars. She watches him back. Smiles as she gently guides his head back, directing the water to wash the foamy shampoo from his hair. He swallows, his Adam's apple pronounced as it bobs due to the angle of his neck, eyes never leaving her for a second, pouty lips just slightly parted. One hand is settled on her waist, the other her ribs, thumb stroking back and forth, brushing the underside of her breast.

"Oh, fuck it," she huffs, defeated, but she's giggling as they meet in the middle and he scoops her towards him, pulling her beneath the stream of water as they kiss.

[kahuna-burger]

Just had a beautiful, pure vision of Draco and Pansy and their little pureblood friends discovering Drive In Movies while sneaking out on their broomsticks for midnight flights, and they watch all these films with no sound and no muggle context, but they love them anyway, and one day in the Great Hall, Pansy makes a big fuss about breaking a nail and Draco holds a Lumos against his finger to make it glow red and slowly extends it to her saying, "Spaaaace Maaagiiiic Fiiiixxxx" and all the Slytherins laugh while Hermione blue screens hard.

[stubborngods-a]

[ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐋 ] ― sender greets receiver in formal partywear ( for Draco - a st Mungo’s charity gala or something idk haha )

the amount of time he had spent at parties exactly like this one throughout his life was, frankly, absurd. draco had been to countless different galas over the years - first, trailing at his mother's heels; then, walking at his father's side; and now, by himself. but he still went, still got dressed up and attended, partially because he had nothing better to do, partially because it got him out of his apartment. but mostly he came to see her. he had always enjoyed the shift from working hermione to this hermione, after all. it was truly a feat that they managed to tear their gaze away from her outfit long enough to lift their eyes to her face, a slow smile gracing their lips as they grabbed two flutes of champagne off a passing tray and held one of them out to her. " you clean up nice, granger. " draco murmured, taking a slow sip of his drink.

[sivyera]

nsfw headcanons and kinks of harry potter characters

ft. harry, ron, cedric, fred, george, draco, blaise, theodore, tom, hermione, pansy

a/n: well there is obviously a lot of SMUT, also it's a female reader

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⤷ Harry - lingerie

harry for sure loves when you wear some nice pair of lingerie, he finds it so hot when the nice lace hugs your body so perfectly. every time when he's out, he looks for some new pair of lingerie that he would buy you. oh yeah he buys you every single pair but one time, you surprised him on his b-day with red pair of lingerie (like gryffindor theme lingerie) and he was hard within seconds.

"oh- oh my fucking god, you look amazing sweetheart. do a spin for me please- slowly, i wanna see how pretty you look in this" harry hummed while he sat on his bed with you slowly turning in front of him. he could feel his hard dick pressing against his pants, pre-cum already making his boxers dirty. he brushed his hand over his erection before he hummed again. "come closer baby, i wanna touch you..."

⤷ Ron - body worship

ron was very unexperienced at the start, you were basically his first everything, first girlfriend, first kiss, first lover. so when was the first time you two had sex, he was just so mesmerized by your whole body that he had to watch himself for not cumming into his pants just from the sight of your naked body. you are gorgeous in his eyes, more than that! from that time it kinda sticked with him, every time you two have sex now, he has to worship you before anything, he wants you to know how beautiful you are on his eyes...

you could feel ron's hands tracing soft patterns over your sides while his eyes were glued to your boobs. "bloody hell, baby you are so beautiful.. " he mumbled while he moved his big palms over your boobs, squeezing them lightly. "i can't belive how lucky i'm to have you, now let me make you feel good." he added before he took off your panties and kissed his way down to your pretty cunt.

⤷ Cedric - praise kink

cedric is overall very vocal when you two have sex, he either growls, hums, groans, breaths heavily or he's mumbling praises to you. he really cannot help himself when he sees you all spread under him; your legs wrapped around him, your hands scratching his back while he holds your hips and is thrusting into you, mercilessly. he always makes sure that you can hear him properly so he usually leans closer to you, brushing his lips over your ear in soft kisses, whispering praise right into your ear.

"you're doing so good princess, taking all of me like this..." he whispers into your ear, his hips are crushing against yours, his dick hitting every right spot while you're a moaning mess under him. "you feel so good, i can't get enough of you, my sweet girl.." he groans again into your ear while his tempo isn't slowing down.

⤷ Fred - public sex

fred is thrilled with the idea of getting caught, it's the adrenaline and the possessivness from him screaming, i mean he wants people to know that you're his, that you chose him and that only HE makes you feel this good. so you two usually have sex somewhere around hogwarts. empty classroom, broom closet, empty gryffindor common room, bathroom, you name it.

"shh baby, be quiet you don't want anybody to catch us, do you?" he smirks while he has you seated on a desk in empty potion class. both of you are skipping class so it's pretty quiet outside on the hallways, anyone who will walk past can hear you. he doesn't care how loud you are because he doesn't care if you two get caught, he just wants to tease you. even tho you try to be quiet, you can't help yourself and moan again. "naughty girl yeah, let everybody know how good i make you feel..."

⤷ George - orgasm denial

george loves the face you make when he pushes you to the edge but just seconds before you're about to cum, he slows down his moves or stops completely, kissing your skin instead. he also loves teasing you but the way you get all pouty and squeeze around him when he denies you your orgasm is just something he can never get tired of. but eventually he'll let you cum and it's always the best orgasm ever.

he was thrusting into you in the perfect rhythm when you felt the familiar knot forming inside your belly, but just when the knot was about to release, he stopped. instead he immediately pressed his lips against your chest, kissing you around your boobs. "i know baby, i know... i'll give you what you want but god- when you squeeze around me like this, i can't help myself."

⤷ Draco - daddy kink

draco has big daddy issues so many of you could say that he'd hate being called daddy but he actually loves it. it makes him feel good, powerful and in control which he never was while being back home so... when you started calling him like this, he didn't let you stop. he sees you as his blessing and he wants to protect you with everything he has, like a good daddy should protect his precious baby.

"you're such a good girl for daddy, princess..." draco huffed while he was buried deep inside you. his hands were pressing your knees to your chest which made you ass go little up, letting him hit the perfect spot inside you. "yes, tell me who's your daddy? mhmf-..." he continues while you're mumbling under him. he loves when those sweet words leave your pretty mouth, it almost always makes him cum in seconds.

⤷ Blaise - bondage

blaise loves seeing how your flesh presses under the bondage, making your thighs and boobs look even more soft and squishy than they already are. he either bondages your whole body or only ankles and wrists so you can't move, but he loves both equaly. he always takes his time when he's wrapping the rope around your body but he also always makes sure that everything he does is comfortable to you, it could be dangerous for you and he doesn't wanna hurt you.

"you feelin' good, babe?" he speaks while his long fingers are brushing over your inner thighs, his eyes basically glued to the plush of them. he could feel his hard dick twitching in his boxers, leaving a small wet mark over the fabric so he quickly strokes himself before he continues. "you look so pretty like this, all just for me... take a deep breath, babe, just like this..."

⤷ Theodore - deep throat

there is nothing more theo loves more than when you are on your knees, your glassy looking up at him with tears falling down your cheeks while he hears how you are gagging on his dick. he doesn't care if you have good or bad gagging reflex, you can take it for him. if it's very serious and you just have to take a quick pause, he'll let you rest for like 30s before pushing you down on his dick again, this time little deeper than before. and when you let him cum into your mouth, you got yourself "bonus" orgasm.

"ngh- fuck baby-... your tongue feels so good around me, mhmm..." he hums while his head falls down between his shoulder blades with his fingers being tangled in your hair, pushing your head lower on his dick. his groans and moans are non-stopping while he can feel himself getting closer and closer. when he looks down at you and sees your pretty, bambi eyes already staring at him, he can feel himself cum. "oh dio-... now swallow for me, amore."

⤷ Tom - choking

choking makes feel tom in control, in control of your life while he brings you the best pleasure of your life. he can feel your pulse point under his thumb while you make this incredibly fuckable face, it drives him wild and incredibly horny. he can feel your heartbeat while he also makes you feel so good, it makes him feel powerful and he's hungry for power, any kind of power. but he'd never let you pass out, that's a big no for him.

he thrusted inside and out of you, mercilessly, while he had his hand firmly wrapped around you neck, perfectly feeling how was your heart beating through your pulse point. "oh are you about to cum? yeah, cum for me, my love..." he growled when his grip got tighter, making your eyes close in pleasure. you were still moaning under him which made him go little faster. with all of this, he came as well.

⤷ Hermione - thigh riding

hermione loves when she can multitask, it's somehow comforting to her. so one time when you found her in the library, learning for some up coming test, writing into her books; you sat on her thigh, wanting to distract her, she was hooked. she loved the feeling of you on her thigh, pleasuring yourself while she could write some notes into her textbook. from that time, she loved it and she often pulls you onto her lap with her thigh in perfect position for your pussy.

she wrote the last words into her book before her hands grabbed your hips, making you move faster, making your pussy spread over her thigh. "mhm you feel good like this? yes, you do? oh i know... come on, little faster." she mumbled into your ear, kissing you all the way down to your neck while her nails dug into your soft hips making you moan.

⤷ Pansy - face-sitting

pansy is literally obsessed with your pussy and all the noises you make when her tongue is buried deep inside you. she loves to explore all your folds because every time her tongue presses against a new spot, you squeeze your thighs around her head which makes her rub her thighs against each other. her eyes are glued on you the whole time while she presses her nose against your clit.

"mhmh come on-..." she quickly mumbles before she pushes your hips more onto her mouth while her tongue pushes deep inside you. her hands helped your hips slowly move back and forth while her tongue was licking each of your folds, swallowing each of your juice that she got on her tongue. your moans filled her ears and she could see you were getting closer which made her tongue work even faster.

[nccarrcws]

@malfvys;;

she'd checked the room twice over before casting a silencing spell. key that no one should overhear the conversation they were about to have. picking up toad, she perched on draco's bed and set the cat upon her lap. "you have to tell me what he's like." a demand more than a question, the name left out but the identity of the man in question nevertheless obvious. voldemort. their dark lord, returned from death. "do not leave out a single detail. father doesn't want me meeting him just yet. won't tell me why." it was frustrating to say the least.

[persephonyed]

📸 a peek into ginny weasley's phone ft. draco malfoy. / @caeruleums