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can you do a draco x reader where the reader and draco had an argument and the reader decides to try to make him jealous at a party by dancing with another guy...... and then draco gets mad and takes the reader to his room and then fucks them doggy-style in front of his giant full length mirror 😀🏃🏻‍♀️

Slytherin Queen was made for you! Though it is a little bit different from what you’ve asked, sorry 

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Can I be added to Draco Malfoy tag list please

i would be happy to do that. give me your name and i will do it 😉

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Sytherin Queen

Draco Malfoy x slytherin!reader

Word Count: 3,8k

Type: fluff/angst/smut

Summary: the Sytherin Queen and King are announced and to celebrate your victory, Draco has something unusual planned for you.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Reader (y/n), Pansy Parkinson

Warning(s): cheating (?), fingering, sex in front of a mirror

The first month of your seventh, and last, year at Hogwarts had started really smoothly. You had been no problems at attending classes and, for the first time since you attended the school, you felt like a normal student in a normal school.

But then your caring boyfriend took the matter into his own hands and did his better to remember you every day who you were and who you belonged to. He was older than you. He had graduated the year before and when you went back to the School on the first of September, he wasn’t with you.

“Troubles in paradise?” Pansy Parkinson appeared in the seat next to yours in the library and after placing her bag down on the floor, she turned completely to you and started intensely at you, “I can see the gears rotating into your brain.”

You let out a bitter smile and lowered your gaze on the opened book in front of you, not able to hold hers any longer, “Graham isn’t replying to my letters anymore,” you rubbed your hands on your face, but kept going, “We spent the entire summer together, but now he is distant and…I don’t know why I am doing this, it’s like he doesn’t even wants to try to make this work,” you spat out all your doubts regarding your relationship with your boyfriend. A tear went down your cheek and then landed on the white paper, “And I don’t know if I still love him.”

“Silly, I already know that!” she kept het voice tone low, yet it was like she had shouted it right to your face, “If it can comfort you, you’re pretty good at hiding your emotions, but you like staring…a lot,” Pansy was pleased with herself when she succeeded in getting a smile from you, “Listen, I remember how you and Graham used to be and I hoped it would work also once outside these walls. But obviously they aren’t going the way you wanted them,” she took your hands in hers and said: “I’ve never been seriously involved with someone yet, but I suggest you take your time and clear your mind about your feelings for Graham…and the other boy.”

Two weeks later you were still fervently hoping in a reply letter from your supposed-to-be boyfriend outside the school. After the fourth day you understood it wasn’t worth the wait, so you removed the necklace he had given you on 31stAugust that same year and put it into your drawer, next to your bed, unsure of what to do with it.

A few days before Pansy had convinced you to compete for the role of Slytherin Queen, which would have been assigned the night of the Ball -exclusive for Slytherins. You signed up under your friend’s insistence and there you were, in your dorm, in front of a full-figure mirror, just looking at you.

You had chosen a long green satin dress, with thin straps on your shoulders and a draped cowl neckline which highlighted your olive-skinned neck. Your parents had sent you earlier that week a piece of jewellery which came directly from your grandmother’s collection. It was a necklace representing a snake, it was entirely encrusted with shining diamonds, and at the end of it, right on the head of the snake, there were two big emeralds.

“That outfit is literally screaming ‘I’m the Slytherin Queen’,” Pansy appeared from behind the door of the bathroom and leaned against the frame of it, “Was that you the one who didn’t want to sign up for the competition?” she took a sip from a glass she then placed down on her bedside table.

“Yeah,” you mumbled as you sat down on your bed, “I’m still not sure about that,” you chuckled and fidget with your fingers, “Why would I be the Slytherin Queen when there’s you, or Daphne.”

“There’s a difference between you and us. Yes, we may be the centre of gossip, but I look at you while you take care of the First Years, or while you help the Third-Year girls with their problems. If I can use this term, you act as a mum. You are the kindest Slytherin among all of us.”

You gave her a heart-warming smile and hugged her tightly, “It’s time for us to go,” you hid yourself from her while swiping a solo tear running down your cheek, “Are your ready?” your hand reached for the doorknob and turned it once you made sure Pansy war right behind you.

You climbed down the stairs and soon were met with the strong smell of Firewhiskey, introduced illegally inside the green and silver common room. You didn’t notice the whispering all around you, both boys and girls were astonished by your beauty that night. Pansy went pouring you a glass of Whiskey, meanwhile you found a free-from-people spot in the room. You detected Blaise and Theo making their way into the crowd, being soon approached by two girls per one. They were both wearing two simple grey suits, which fitted the very good.

Behind them the door of the prefect’s dorm opened, and Draco Malfoy got out of it. He was wearing an entirely black suit; the trousers covered his thin and long legs perfectly, making them look slimmer. His tie was what made you drool the most; the thing you imagined him doing to you with his black tie. You were almost ashamed by the way Draco attracted you; you had never felt anything like that with Graham, especially because the nature of your relationship was strictly based on who you were and the heritage -cultural and non-cultural- you brought with you.

“You’ll need this, trust me.”

You didn’t notice Pansy coming closer to you and handing you a glass of Firewhiskey, which you gladly took from her hands and swallowed in one swift motion, “I won’t make it ‘till the end of the night,” you whispered more to yourself than o your friend, and fortunately she seemed not to have listened.

Instead, Pansy was focused more on the three boys now approaching the two of you, “Girls, aren’t you stunning this evening,” Theo lingered with his eyes on your neckline, earning a slap on the back of his neck, “What?” he asked the platinum-haired boy on his left.

“She has a boyfriend, who is a Slytherin. Calm down,” Malfoy scolded him with a harsh tone, while he kept shaking the drink within the glass between his hands. He raised his gaze from the light brown liquid and fixed his eyes on Pansy’s dress.

“There you are!” a voice which came from behind you surprised both you and your brown-haired friend on your left, “They are about to name the Queen and the Kind,” Daphne informed all of you. She was followed by her younger sister, Astoria, who kept revolving around your group since the beginning of the year.

You couldn’t say you were bothered by her presence, especially since she would sometimes turn to you when she needed any kind of advice. But you often found yourself observe the way she approached the older boys, mainly Draco. Astoria used to touch his arm whenever he was talking to her, or her fastidious laugh which was always too exaggerated.

Even though you had never talked about it with Pansy, you had the impression she had the same thoughts as you about the younger Greengrass and her pretty explicative manners with boys.

You moved along with your group as they came closer to the little stage, set up for the occasion, and stopped right underneath it. One of the boys from the same year as yours -so, from the seventh year- climbed up the stage and took the microphone between his hands.

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to the annual Slytherin Ball,” the crowd started cheering and considered the amount of alcohol which had been already consumed, the excitement was brimming, “We will start right away with the name of the Slytherin King,” he pointed at a crown laid on the top of a wooden-made stool, “Let’s be clear, who competed never had a chance against the one and only Slytherin Prince. Ladies, you voted your King to be…” the suspense which followed was senseless, because everyone in the room had understood who was about to be called. And, in fact, the crowd exploded shouting when Draco was invited to collect from the stage the crown now belonging to him. “Malfoy, do you want to reveal your Queen’s name?”

The platinum-haired boy took the envelope from the boy’s hands and unwrapped it. He read the name written on it and let out a soft chuckle, “Give me the crown,” after a moment he was getting off the platform with a feminine version of his crown, studded with hundreds of little silver-coloured glitters, in his hands. He came to a stop only once he was in front of your group.

Next to you, Pansy got excited, but you kept it together since you knew you weren’t the only one among you girls competing that night. Astoria Greengrass had signed up only one day before the beginning of the poll and she had quite an amount of ‘friends’ who certainly gave her their votes.

Draco switched his eyes between you and the younger girl. To you, it seemed like you could normally breath no longer; the only thing you attempt doing was holding your friend’s hand and, in that moment, you figured that maybe you actually cared about the damn crown. You looked into Draco’s eyes as they laid on you and you saw his lips slightly curling up.

What came next, your brain couldn’t process it. All of a sudden everybody’s eyes were on you and they watched as Draco carefully placed the crown onto your head, eventually locking a rebellious lock of your hair behind your ear. He looked at you as your cheeks flushed under his touch and, liking how your body reacted to his, he grabbed your hand with his while the other one was gently placed on your waist, “Would you like to dance, Queen?”

Saliva was no longer being produced inside your mouth, so what you did was simply nodding, trying not to lose your respectability by drooling over him.

The crowd made some space for you in the middle of the common room as Draco dragged you away from your friends. Once you were one in front of the other, he pulled you closer and you had to place both your arms over his shoulders -no that the position upset you. You started dancing really slowly; it was like you were studying each other, unsure of what you were doing was okay with the other.

Draco wasn’t the kind of boy who liked to ask, he would rather take what he believed being his by right. That was what he did with you on September of the same year; he didn’t care about your ‘boyfriend’ outside the school, what he really mattered to him was that you were his. And you were glad you could count on him.

What brought you to him was entirely different from what brought you and Graham together. You and Draco actually shared the same interests and there wasn’t a single moment since you knew each other that he made you feel inferior to him.

That was why when, in the general confusion, he asked you to follow him, you did it without even questioning him where to. He interlaced your fingers together and dragged you through the crowd and across the room; in less than a couple of minutes you were walking down the aisle of the boys’ dorm.

Draco had a room only for him; he said to you it was because he was a prefect, but deep down you knew he got it because of his father. And each time you tried to tease him about it, he would rapidly change the topic of the conversation. You had been more than one time inside of his room, and no one of your friends knew it.

Once you made it to his room, he closed the door behind your back and pushed you against it, “So, my Queen, how to you want to celebrate?” he whispered in a seductive tone next to your ear, “I have a couple of suggestions to make,” he kissed your lobe over and over again, leaving a trail of wetness behind, “Want to hear them?”

You nodded frantically, “T-tell me,” your hands were soon wrapped around the back of his neck and your lips found his in a matter of seconds, “What were you thinking, Draco?” you knew how much he liked his name being whispered by you, and since he had firstly told you that, you kept doing it -but only when there was only the two of you.

He put some distance between the two of you while he stroked your bottom lip with his thumb, “You are astonishing with this crown on,” he drew with his fingers the outline of it and then laid his eyes again on your figure, “Do never take it off tonight, sweetheart.”

You shivered as his fingers lifted the straps of your dress, “Is the door locked?” you looked around yourself and then stopped your gaze on his features, enlightened by the weak light inside the room. You didn’t have to ask; Draco brought a hand behind you and when you heard the key being turned in the keyhole, you were sure no one would have busted into the room that night.

Your hands, which were still hanging behind his neck, went stroking the tiny, soft hair on it, while his were now placed on your waist.

“Don’t waste our time then,” Draco dragged you forward, again and again, until your butt hit his desk, “I had in mind something different for today,” as he pulled down the strips of your dress, and let it fall on the ground, he was pleasantly surprised by what were you wearing under it.

A constant thought lingering in your mind all day made you wear a lingerie under the silk dress; it was basic, yet the sexiest Draco had ever seen on a woman.

He took his time observing you, imprinting in his mind the forest green strapless bra and slip on you, “I cannot say how much I love this colour on you,” his fingers went playing behind your back, with the hook of it, while his eyes paid attention a little lower from there, “No, I will show you how much I love this colour on you.”

You felt his hands leaving your body and felt cold and alone when he turned his back at you completely. You watched him tearing down a drape from the wall, unveiling a full-length mirror, “One quick question,” your curious self was coming out, “Is that always been there?” you didn’t address to him directly, instead you preferred looking at him through the glass, “And why I didn’t know about it?” you suddenly felt two large hands regaining their place on your hips.

“I don’t like the idea of seeing myself as I wake up.”

You looked up and chuckled at his words; it was such a Draco Malfoy’s typical expression to use, “Are we going to spend the entire night commending your mirror?” you turned around and placed your hands around the back of his neck, again, “Or are we up to something else?”

“You can bet that pretty ass of yours we are,” he roughly flipped you, now your back was pressed against his chest and your ass was grinding against his hard erection, “Nice dress, by the way,” his fingers traced the line of your shoulders and then went down, up to the very end of your back, “Maybe tomorrow morning you can make a catwalk just for me.”

“It depends,” you answered vaguely, and you lips curled up in a lazy smile as you enjoyed his touch burning your skin.

“On what? If I may ask.”

“On how good you fuck me tonight,” you looked like the typical innocent, good girl to everyone -even to Graham-, but there was one only person in the entire world who had the pleasure to meet the real you.

“Are you challenging me, Miss Y/L/N?” Draco pulled you further against him and his arms wrapped around your hips, “You know I never refuse a challenge, especially if I know I will win,” having said that, there was no more time for words. He pushed you down and within seconds you were on your knees, looking at him through the full-length mirror in front of you.

You kept silent, watching Draco pushing down his black jacket, which was soon followed by his black shirt; his fingers found the buckle the belt he was wearing and undid it -quite masterfully, according to you. His trousers were thrown onto the bed; he stood there, behind you, in his underwear which did left nothing to your imagination.

You licked your upper lip and smirked, staring directly into his eyes, “Are we going to take it slow all night?”

“Face down. Ass up,” Draco commanded you and chuckled as you eagerly accomplished his orders. His eyes followed the narrow line of the thong you were wearing. He couldn’t say he didn’t like it -he wanted that catwalk the morning after more than anything. Draco’s fingers trailed down the fabric until they rushed against your core, “Already so wet for me?”

“Only for you, Draco,” you knew how much he like it when you said it to him, and so you fitted that sentence every time you could.

“What do you want?” he kneeled behind you, eyes fixed on yours through the mirror, “You ask, and I will accomplish, my Queen.”

“Then,” you turned your head around to look him straight in the face, “I want to be fucked so hard that I won’t remember even my name tomorrow morning,” you noticed the lust sparkling in his eyes.

Draco’s hand laid down on your head and pointed it towards the mirror, he pushed until your cheek touched the soft carpet, “Spread your legs,” he supported the movement you made with your legs, “Good girl,” your underwear was moved to the side and the boy’s cold fingers were met with the heat of your wet pussy. Draco pushed his index inside you, twisted it and pulled it out. He repeated the action a couple of times before thrusting his middle and annular inside, too. He intensified his pace and was about to brought you your first orgasm of the night, except that he removed his fingers before the wave could hit you, “Pathetic.”

“W-why?” you asked breathless.

Since the first time you had sex with Draco, you understood it was nothing like the boys you had been before -nor Graham. Draco had always cared about you and your body, and out your pleasure before his own. Though he didn’t seem an altruistic person, within the walls of the bedroom, Draco came in second place. But he was an arrogant asshole even when you were throbbing for him.

“You should know by now that you are only allowed to come on my cock,” he kept his back straight while he brushed the tip of his hard member against the labia of your pussy, “I haven’t heard you beg yet.”

You let out a deep breath and steadied yourself o your elbows, reaching an even wide opening with your legs, “Please, my King, let me come on your cock. Please, fuck me ‘till my mind blo-“ you gasped when you felt him going deep inside you. You thought that he knew what he was asking for when he told you to put yourself in that position: you could literally feel him hitting all your soft spots and his tip was less than an inch away from your cervix.

He was big and thick; again, nothing you had experienced before.

“Move.”

You brought forward your hips and pushed them back, enough for his balls to hit your clit; you tilted your head back and closed your eyes, pleased with the sensation. You repeated you action once more, this time you were staring at his face, twisted in a satisfied expression. You heard him babbling senseless words and that gave you the strength to do it again. After that, you didn’t push yourself away, instead you kept your position and held his cock deep buried inside you.

“Already tired?” Draco went down on your ass at first gently, then he slapped it quite hard. He didn’t go back, but he gave you a thrust and you couldn’t help but lower your head. His fingers grabbed a few hairs of yours and pulled it up again, “I said: eyes on me. If not, you will be punished,” then he whispered next to you ears, “I really don’t want to show every Slytherin how accommodating you can be.”

Draco pulled himself back and then, in one quick motion, he thrusted back into you. He steadied himself to a fast pace, which had you moaning so loud that he congratulated himself for casting a silencing charm over the room moments before. He grabbed your crown, which had fallen from your head, and put it back on it, keeping it in place with another charm, “Look at yourself, the Slytherin Queen being destroyed by the only man who will ever see you like this,” he felt your walls tightening around him and his cock growing harder inside you, “You desperate slut.”

When you noticed his hand running between your legs, and your core, you shivered and then, all of a sudden, he pinched your clit, and you didn’t hold it back anymore; you screamed while the orgasm washed you over and over again.

When you raised your head to meet Draco’s grey eyes, he was already looking at you with a smile plastered over his face. It wasn’t his usual smirk, neither was he making of somebody, Draco Malfoy had on the soft smile he had only shown to you. The only girl he had ever cared about.

“I’ll give you that catwalk tomorrow morning,” you said in no more than a whisper, but you were sure he had listened to you because he giggled and placed a warm kiss on your back, along the line of your backbone, “Can we cuddle before round two?”

Draco broke into laughs, “Are you up for round two?” meanwhile he carefully made you stand up and took you to the bed. As usual he tucked you under the sheets and then jumped on the mattress, reaching his spot behind you.

“I’m always up for round two with you.”

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Draco Malfoy x Reader – 7th year, no Voldemort AU

Word Count: 1,7k

Type: fluff/angst/smut

Summary: after an argument, you and Draco don’t talk. During the latest party in the Slytherin common room, he is determined to make it up on you.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Reader (y/n), Daisy (original female character).

Warning(s): none

The Slytherin common room was crowded with people when you first entered it on the evening of a Saturday of May. The Quidditch finals had taken place on that afternoon and they saw Slytherin against Ravenclaw. It was a very heated game, until when Draco Malfoy -seeker for his house- had caught the golden snitch into his hands and Slytherin automatically won the match, and with it the Quidditch Cup.

The silver and green stand to the south of the Quidditch field broke into shouts as they saw their seeker getting his hand first around the flying ball. From the first years to the seventh everyone cheered the platinum headed boy who, soon after the victory, approached the impatient crowd and waved his hands towards them. Though he wasn’t really paying attention to them, as he was evidently look for someone in particular. Which he didn’t find.

Until that you walked into the common room that evening wearing a mid-thigh, dark green, silk dress, your hair gathered up in a tidy ponytail, which was characteristic of you. At your side there was Daisy; she had been the first friend you had made at Hogwarts -and probably the only one you trusted with your life. You had a quick look at your surroundings, seeing as most of the senior students were already a bit tipsy and the younger ones where obviously drunk. You chuckled together with your friend as you two made your way to the table where drinks were served.

“I’m sorry you couldn’t make it to the game this afternoon,” Daisy said as you spotted a couch free form anybody else. She took a seat next to you and drank, “It was a great match. Maybe the best I’ve ever seen since I’m here.”

You noticed as she kept looking around herself, as if she was searching for someone in particular, though she didn’t seem to have found them. Her eyes went back on your figure and you listened as she told you about the game in the afternoon.

“We didn’t play fairly, did we?” you asked her while taking a sip from your own drink. You finished it with another sip and placed it down on the little table in front of you, “Why am I even asking that. We never play fairly.”

Daisy furrowed her brows and gave you a stern look, “What’s going on with you? Why are you talking like this?”

Indeed, you had been acting strange last week but she had always associated it with Snape giving you hell during his DADA lessons -he seemed to be tougher with those who wanted to become Auror as you did. Daisy noticed how you tried to distance yourself from anybody else; you got into the habit of studying in the library, contrary to your fellow Slytherin mates who preferred doing homework in the common room.

“Y/N, did I do anything wrong?”

You turned your head towards her suddenly causing her slightly to jump, “Absolutely not,” you assured her and placed your hand on her knee, “I’m just-“ your typical determination vacillated and you took a deep breathe, “I didn’t come to the match become I didn’t want to see,” your voice lowered while you played with your fingers.

“You mean Malfoy?” Daisy chuckled looking at your utterly surprised face in hearing that question, “What? I’ve been knowing for all along. You’re awful at keeping secrets,” a soft smile spread across her face and then laid her head on your shoulder, “What has he done?”

You relaxed against the seatback of the black and green leather couch, closed your eyes for a moment and then started talking, “We’re not official. I mean, you can easily understand that,” you let out a nervous laugh, “He’s great when we’re alone. It’s the time in the day I am most looking forward. But when we are around people he just lets Parkinson and the two Greengrass be clanging at his arms,” you had spotted his platinum head a second after you closed the door of your dorm behind your back. And your eyes never lost sight of him. “Just- look at him. There, laughing and dancing with them, instead of asking me why I didn’t come watching the game this afternoon!” you noticed you had raised your voice, in fact there were now several people looking towards your direction wanting to understand what was going on. You glare at them and they suddenly went back minding their own business.

“If this can comfort you, he seemed to be looking for someone when he wen-“ your friends raised her gaze behind your back and widened her eyes, then she muttered a series of insults under her breath and quickly got up from the couch.

You couldn’t understand what was happening, yet when a specific scent was inhaled by your nostrils, everything suddenly was clearer to you. You turned your head towards the fire crackling and tear your eyes away from him.

“Why weren’t you watching the game this afternoon?” his tone was accusatory, also his gestures suggested you that he wanted an answer from you. What he didn’t know was that you were much more willing than before to make him feel bad about what he had been doing in public. “What was more important than watching me beating fucking Potter?” Draco had a fast a look over his shoulders and made sure none’s eyes were on the two of you, “Tell me,” he harshly grabbed your chin and forced you to look at him, “Was there anything more important?”

“I think my-“ your talking was cut short by his hand gripping your wrist and making you stan up, he dragged you behind him towards the crowd in the common room, up the stairs and in the corridor heading to his prefect room. All the lights were down inside it before you stepped into it; the green and black room lightened up once Draco had closed the door behind you.

The boy heard that you were about to talk again, so his hand soon found your throat and he measured his strength while pushing your back towards the wall, “Let me get this clear: you don’t think,” he pushed you up against the cold wood of the door, “when I ask you a question, your answer is yes,” a shiver went down your spine when his lips left a trail of kisses along your neck, going up your jawline and finally your cheekbone, “you’re so naïve. You think you can get away from me, but it doesn’t work like that,” he pressed his lips against your forehead. His name leaving your lips was much more than a sweet melody to his own ears.

You placed your hands to his chest, trying to put some distance between the two of you, but you simply couldn’t because he was much stronger than you, “Draco, please,” you closed your eyes and released a long breath.

Draco was a lot of things and he certainly took every chance to take advantage of you, yet in that moment he saw inconvenience in your eyes, “Hey, are you feeling okay?” he stroked your cheek using his thumb and stared straight into your eyes, “What’s going on in the creative mind of yours?” he smiled, and it grew wider when he noticed you doing the same.

“I fancy you, Draco, and this thing going on between us feels…right,” you kept going when you understood he wasn’t about to say anything to contrast your thinking, “But sometimes I wonder what this is bring us. Let’s be realistic for once: we’re graduating in less than two months and then what will it be about us? Are we just going to take different paths and don’t look at each other again?” you felt your eyes burn and a lump forming in your throat. You had pictured telling him those words an awful number of times in your head; right there and right in that moment, you felt like you were holding to something that had never existed.

Were you the only one feeling butterflies in your stomach every time he touched you, he looked at you, or even glanced in your direction? Were you the only one thinking it was something more than just sex?

Draco sighed and brought your hands in his, “When I say I won’t let you, I mean it. This,” he moved his index finger between the two of you, “isn’t something abstract,” he placed your hands on his chest so that you could feel his heart beating, “I cannot play games on you, even if I want to. You mean a lot to me, maybe I don’t prove everyday my love for you, but you are really my top priority,” Draco lowered his gaze to your hands interwind together, “I love you, Y/N.”

You gasped in search for air as you took in those three words coming from his mouth. All the noises from the party were muffled since Draco’s bedroom was far away from the common room, all that you could hear were your heavy breath and the sound of wet kisses Draco was leaving on your neck. You moved your hand behind his shoulder and pushed him up, letting him stare into your eyes, “I love you too, Draco.”

His lips curved up into a bright smile and pressed his body against yours, “Say it again, please”, he took a deep breath, inhaling your sweet and warm scent, which for Draco stood for home.

“I love you,” you pressed a kiss on his forehead, “I love you,” you went down and left another kiss on his already scrunched nose, you chuckled and proceeded pressing one last kiss on his lips, “More than anything else.”

Draco forced his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, you did the same, “You’re my home, Y/N.”

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Days with Draco

A/N: this came out longer than I’d expected

... if you were public:

Draco would kiss you wherever and whenever he can

at breakfast, in the Great Hall, he would give you little pecks on your cheeks every now and then, maybe he would also wrap your should with his arm and pulling you closer to him

so close that you have your leg resting on his thigh as you talked with Pansy and Daphne on your right

he would spend breakfast making plans for the day with Blaise, or just staring at you as you were focused on repeating for an up-coming test

since you’re both Slytherins, you would walk hand-in-hand to your classes

and when he feels extremely sweet, Draco would bring your books for you

between a class and another you would lean against a cold, stone-made wall and kiss until you’re out of breath, your lips reddish and swollen

Professors McGonagall and Snape definitely wouldn’t like that, so you tried to be as careful a you could before their lessons 

you would wait lunch being served in the Slytherin’s common room, together with your group of friends, chatting about the morning lessons 

the topics would change, and also the attitude of your friends towards some other people, what would never change was you, sitting on Draco’s lap, his hands brushing against your thighs, under your skirt, while yours would just lay on his arm

you didn’t pay attention to any of their talks, you just enjoyed being touched by your boyfriend and, even though you were in a room crowded of people, you laid there, shivering whenever his fingers went up too far

“remember where we are” you would scold him careful not to let everyone else hearing you

“I wouldn’t mind showing them how much of a good girl you are”

your little interaction stopped there, as you were told to make it to the Great Hall for lunch

it would be very similar to breakfast; your leg resting on his, though this time you would just pay attention to each other -your friends not even trying to engage a talk with you

during the early hours of the afternoon you would just sit under a tree far away from the castle, enjoying the silence the nature had to offer you

Draco would have his arm around your shoulders, canceling any distance between you two

your head would be resting in the crock of his neck and your hands would be waved together, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hands, and you doing the same

“what about studying in my room today?”

both of you knew how little homework you would do when alone in a room, so you would try a compromise 

“let’s study in the library until five and then we go to your room?”

Draco would just put on a pout and give you the puppy’ eyes, though after a while you had learned to say “no” to them. and that was what you would do

as you had already imagined, the hours spent in Draco’s room hadn’t led you to study, instead you’d spent hours snogging and rubbing against each other

only ten minutes after closing the door behind your backs, your clothes  would already be scattered around the room and you’d be straddling him

“I really like this subject” Draco’d have his arms around your waist, pulling you closer and closer to him, while his mouth would leave wet, hot kisses on your shoulder going up to your chin “I’m astonished by your beauty, my love”

Draco had always beee great with words, amazing you each time he’d make you a compliment. particularly, he’d love to address flatteries to your body when he had the chance

it would make you blush and hide your face in the crock of his neck, “you don’t need to do that every time”

“I’ll stop when you will stop blushing” from that moment on your kisses would change into desperate and passionate, burning every inch of your skin, his hands cupping your face, or gather your hair in a ponytail with his fingers

you’d shivered underneath his touch as if it was the first time, and it only increased when Draco’s fingers reached the latch of your bra and, with a swift move, removed it 

both his hands would grabbed your tits, his skilled fingers playing with your pinkish nipples, before placing his lips on them 

“D-draco” you’d moaned as you felt his tongue caressing them, gently at first and as time passed, he’d suck more harshly, making you moan

the increase would make you a “wet mess” -as Draco loved calling you 

as you frantically grinned against his hips, you felt him growing harder beneath you -it could get inside you without much of effort

“what’s wrong, my love?” he mocked you, a smirk plastered on his face “do you want anything?”

you moaned and tried to rub your thighs, smoothing the not ignorable aching core 

“talk to me, baby” his grasp on your chin would be rough, forcing your eyes in his “what something?”

“you...all of you” you captured his lips in yours and let your hands wander on his bare torso, “please, Draco” 

“I still don’t get what you want, honey” while saying it, he would hit your throbbing cunt

“please, Draco, fuck me” you’d squint your eyes as the ache became unbearable “fuck me with your fingers, your mouth, your cock”

Draco would give a quick look at the clock on his bedside table“well, we don’t have enough time, so...you’d better be ready for this”

you put a spell on the door and put away your wand once and far all, finally focusing only on the two of you

meanwhile Draco had lowered his boxers, his cock was already reddish and the tip was leaking with the pre-cum, “all this only for me?” you teased him as you gave him a few strokes, before alining it at your entrance

you slide it easily in, taking it all the way in until its tip hit your deepest spot, “you’re so big”

you knew that kind of statement would increase his ego, but you also liked seeing his satisfied smirk on his face every time you would say that

“and you’re fucking tight”

your words game would go on for a while, though it’d be cut off by you bouncing on his cock and him staring at you, arms crossed behind his head, as you struggled to keep it together

he’d take control only when he noticed your legs trembling and your arms no longer holding your weight. without flipping you over, he’d pound into you at an ungodly speed, faster and faster

“you’re not capable of taking control” he’d hold your head near to his hearts -which you heard beating inside his chest- while he’d make you reach your high, “you keep trying, but you fail every” thrust “single” thrust “time”

a flow of hot cum would be released into you as you reach your climax at the same time

“I love you” “I love you, too”

after dinner you’d part your ways, until the next morning

...if you were not public (most likely belonging to a different house): 

Draco would definitely tease you in public from afar, but when behind ht e door of a safe room he’d be the best of the boyfriends -showing you a never-seen side of him

you’d wake up at the sound of your clock going on, together with all your dorm mates

you’d enter the Great Hall next to your friends, talking with them as you sat down at your house’s table

maybe at first you’d actually be interested in their conversation, but then a owl delivered you a letter 

a deep black envelope with the silver seal reminding a serpent which you carefully unfolded and found inside it a black card which said: “meet me at the Girl’s Lavatory out of service”

you’d excuse yourself from your your friends and quickly walked out of the Hall, climbing up the stairs and opening the door of the bathroom once you had reached it

Draco Malfoy would already be there, waiting for you resting against the wall

“are we late, aren’t we?” with only three steps he’d be a few inches in front of you

“I’ve got short legs, it isn’t my fault” you’d try to catch his lips between yours but you failed as he threw his head back “don’t you want your good morning kiss? well, I can go and give him to someone else”

no matter how old that sentence would be, it would always make him jealous 

in fact, also that time, he’d grab your wrist and pull you back against him

“stupid girl” Draco’d lean in for a gentle kiss, your lips soft and tasting against his “my stupid girl”

you’d melt in his thigh embrace and leave at him the job to lead the kiss

it soon turned into a make out session, which kept its sweet way

“see you again here after your last morning class”

you’d leave the bathroom at the distance of 10 minutes from one another and you’d meet up with your friends soon after -avoiding their questions about your strange behaviour

the thought of seeing him again would keep you from focusing on your classes, though you’d always manage to be among the top 5 students of each class

as you were about to turn around the corner and enter the bathroom on the first floor, you’d see someone else sneaking in

you’d put on a pout and metal hex whoever dared to stole your place of secret meeting with Draco

“is something wrong, Y/N?” by the time you had searched for another solution, your friend would have reached you and started worrying seeing you staring at the wall

Draco’d observe the scene from behind another wall, not wanting to keep his eyes off of you as you came up with an excuse to your friend

during the lunch all you did you exchanging looks with your boyfriend 

at first they were innocent, like hidden smiles and quick glances over the table where the other was seated, but then you played too much you the fork in your mouth -you didn’t do it on purpose- and once your eyes went back on him you found him staring at you

on the other end, Draco was dying to meet you, though he was slowly realising you wouldn’t have met him until later that afternoon -being you busy studying with your friends

for the first time since you started seeing each other, Draco decided to sit down with Blaise, Pansy and Daphne in the library, not far away from you -though you were turning your back at him

“try not to fuck her here, okay?” Blaise’s words would block any Draco’s attempt to imagine what would it be like to bend you over the table where you were

Blaise would be the only one to know and no, Draco had never told him anything

“next time remember people can hear her screams from the common room” was how your boyfriend found out his friends knew 

the afternoon passed slowly and painfully, according to Draco Malfoy

when he sat down at the Slytherin’s table, his mind was filled with imagines of you -acting in the most provocative way

he swallowed the entire banquet, if only he would have been able to do that, just to end it and bring you to his room

“mate, she has just left” 

Draco would run out of the Great Hall and discreetly walk closely behind you

you’d smiled at yourself as you perceived his presence behind you and you took the next turn as a chance to grab him by his wrist

“I can’t wait any longer” you made him lean into you and you placed your lips on his

the kiss didn’t keep soft, instead you soon found yourself being pinned up against the wall 

his fingers traced your inner thigh, make you more wet and he went up and down 

 you moaned into the kiss, which allowed him a better entrance in your mouth

“w-we can’t h-here”

“the things I can’t do are very little” he turned you around, your face meeting the cold stone of the wall as he pushed up your clock and your skirt, your soaked panties vanished inside his robe, “fucking you against this wall isn’t among them”

you heard him unbuckling his belt and then his trousers

the cold air hit your cunt and you inhaled deeply

Draco wouldn’t give you any kind of warning before filling you up with his cock

“you’re always so ready to take me in”

“my warm and wet cunt”

he’d pinch your clit, making it harder for you to hold back your moans, “keep quiet” he’d scold you putting his hand over your mouth

his thrusts would become sloppier and faster as both your climax approached

he’d grabbed you by your throat and made you arch your back up to the point where your head was resting on his shoulder

he’d give you a kiss, only as an excuse to spit into your mouth and watch you as your high washed you

“that’s right, take it like the desperate cum slut you are”

he’d cum into you without any warning -again- and keep himself inside you for a couple of minutes -making himself sure his cum wouldn’t go wasted on the floor

he’d watch as you tried to recompose yourself -as if you hadn’t been fucked right in the middle of the hallway

“fuck, it’s sticky” you looked down between your legs and notice a drop of cum went down your inner thigh

you tried to wipe it away but your hand was blocked by Draco’s “leave it there”

“don’t you think I’m done with you” he’d smack your ass “walk”

your next stop would be the Astronomy Tower, where he’d fuck you other three times, before finally letting you head back to your dorm

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Hi friends,

So I’ve been thinking about this for a little while now and although it’s not set in stone, I’m thinking about deactivating this blog.

Honestly I’ve felt like my heart isn’t in it as much anymore, I love writing and I LOVE draco lmao but like my real life is currently lowkey in shambles. My notes are way down, and I guess my motivation is kinda not there as much either.

I’ll keep you guys posted. I love you always.

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Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor!reader

Word Count: 3,2k

Type: mid fluff and mid smut

Summary: you and Draco are in your fifth year and you are both appointed prefects of your own houses. One night you have to inspect the halls together and your rivalry soon shows up.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Reader (y/n)

Warning(s): maybe some cursing

Author’s Note: I’ll probably write the second part, tell me what you think about it

You had been appointed prefect at the beginning of the year.

It was fresh in your mind the memory of that day of July when your letter from Hogwarts had been delivered to you and you discovered Principal Dumbledore had wanted you as prefect of your house. You cried and your parents, who had never attended Hogwarts, were just as happy as you were. On the train you sat together with the prefects of all the houses -well, the Slytherins were missing-, before meeting your friends in your usual carriage. You were having a great time; the year couldn’t have had started better.

Then you became aware that your fierce rival was prefect too.

Draco Malfoy walked with such an arrogance and disdain for all the students around him that you found it very difficult not to punch him in the face when you accidentally met him once got down from the train, “I didn’t know Mud-Bloods could become Prefects. This is so pathetic”, he scoffed at you while staring intensely at the pin on your black cloak, “My father will want me to leave the school after hearing this”.

“Maybe this is our lucky day”, you murmured -not so lowly- to your friends while the four of you turned your backs at Draco and his arse-kissers and started made your way to the carriages -which will have brought you up to the castle.

The night of your first shift patrolling the hallways of the seventh floor you found out that you were supposed to share your job with none other than Draco Malfoy himself.

That year it seemed like he had made his only purpose to insult you and his insults were becoming crueller as the days passed. You had never answered him, neither did you wanted to play his game and maybe risking of getting caught by one of your Professors arguing with Mr “My-Father-Will-Hear-About-This”.

Then one day he dared insulting your parents and at that moment you lost it.

You were walking down the hallways, almost running as you didn’t want to be late for Transfiguration with McGonagall. You saw the door of her classroom still open -sign that probably the lesson hadn’t started yet- so you hurried, but about six feet before the doorstep of the room three people blocked right in front of you.

You didn’t have to raise your gaze as you recognised the boy in the middle by his expensive, made-in-Italy, black shoes. You huffed and looked dead straight in his eyes, without caring of the other two at his sides.

“Look who’s here” Draco Malfoy smirked, giving you an amused look as he took out a jotter from the pocket of his cloak, “Dearest Y/N Y/L/N is late for her lesson. As a prefect I should you to the director of m-“

“Malfoy, have you forgotten I’m a prefect too?” you pinched your nose and took a deep breath, “This isn’t in your power so, if you move, I won’t be actually late for my Transfiguration lesson”.

Crabble and Goyle oohed and turned to look at him. Meanwhile the Slytherin Prince was staring at you at loss of words; in fact, that was the first time you ever spoke up to him. In the previous years you could barely hold his stares, let alone reply to his mean jokes. And you didn’t think you would have been able to do it, until it happened.

There you were, in front of Draco Malfoy -probably the person you hated the most-, raised chid, your back straight, and eyes fixed on his own.

“Tell me one thing”, he started with an inscrutable expression on his face, “do your parents recognise you when you go vising them at St. Mungo?” he stopped exchanging a smirk with his friends, who still hadn’t dropped their shocked faces, and then added: “Wait…do go visiting them, right?”

All of a sudden McGonagall’s lesson didn’t matter anymore, what you wanted to do was to remove that smirk from Draco’s face. It all happened within a couple of seconds; you quickly approached him, and your knuckles collided with his perfect nose.

You tried to avoid him the best you could or the following days, but on Saturday night the news of guarding the hallways with him got to your ear and you hated the idea of spending with him an entire hour.

However, that night, you got out of your dorm and crossed the silent Gryffindor common room, only to find yourself at eight o’clock before the Fat Lady painting. The lights were a bit softer than that afternoon, but it was still clearly visible in the hallways. Your turn would have begun in less than five minutes and you were supposed to meet up with Draco at the edge of the stairs.

When you reached the stairs, the platinum-headed boy was already there, back-resting against the cold marble.

“Weren’t you eager to see me tonight, Malfoy”, you pointed out succeeding in remaining serious. You didn’t glace towards him either; he didn’t reply to you immediately, but you were sure he would have made a joke about your looking later that night.

You kept walking before him, never turning to give him a look or to make sure he was still following your steps. In turn, you carefully inspected every room, assuring there was nobody inside them, and so nobody outside their dorms. Once you were done on the seventh floor, you both agreed on going downstairs and helping the two prefects from Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff.

“We were supposed to inspect the dungeons, too. Can you inspect them?” the Hufflepuff boy kindly asked us, looking dead straight at your direction, without even acknowledging Malfoy’s presence next to you.

You nodded and without any further questions you left them and walked towards the stairs.

“Cowards”, it was nothing more than a whisper, but it came straight to you ears -since there wasn’t anyone else in the hallways. Draco saw you turning your head around and focused your attention on him, “What? That’s what they are”.

“They’re not better than you, Malfoy”, you said in a cynical tone, keeping your eyes on the end of the staircase. Once you took the last step, you suddenly came to a stop when you realised you didn’t know which way to go.

Draco watched as you turned your head towards him and with your eyes you asked him to take the lead, “Not much of a know-it-all are you now?” his typical smirk quickly found its way on his face, while he guided you towards the dungeons.

The situation seemed to be inverted by the time you were patrolling the hallways in the dungeons. You remained silent as you switched your head right and left, having a quick look here and there as you kept peace with Draco.

“You see, Slytherins do respect the rules, especially when we know with who we are dealing with”, the platinum-headed boy observed, not looking towards your direction as he spoke, “You, Gryffindor, instead, don’t know when to stop”, he said in a scornful tone.

“That’s why you’ve got sorted into Slytherin in the first place”, you whispered more to yourself than to anyone else, but, as it happened more than half an hour before, your partner heard you -since you were the only two in the hallways.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” Draco halted his walking and turned his attention to you, still behind his back, “D’you think you’re better than me and why? Because you’re a fucking Gryffindor?” his tone had increasingly lowered in the last few minutes, up to the point that he was no longer whispering but he was full shouting at your direction.

Everybody at Hogwarts knew how moody Draco Malfoy could be sometimes. No news.

“You’re wrong Malfoy. I don’t think I’m better than you. I know I am better than you, even if I would have been sorted into Ravenclaw, or Hufflepuff, maybe also Slytherin.”

“Oh, really?” he was now approaching you, step by step, his eyebrows furrowed, and his lips curled in an arrogant smirk, “So, you know you are better than me”, he forced you to take a few steps back as he wasn’t showing signs of giving up on the topic, “How can you state that? When you got to know me so well?”

“Draco Malfoy. The Slytherin Prince, who’s also daddy’s boy. ‘My father will hear about this!’ Isn’t this your phrase?”  you perfectly replied his voice, mocking him. You laughed slightly as he kept you pushing in the hallways.

You were turning your back at the door of the Potions class, so you couldn’t imagine where Draco was knowingly taking you. You hit your thigh against a cold and hard object, which you recognise being a chair only after acknowledging your surroundings.

In a swift motion, Draco had you locked inside the classroom, “Now, we have all the time to talk about me...and you”, he put his wand back in the pocket of his trousers and sat down with legs astride on the nearest chair he had found.

There were a few seconds of silence between the two of you –during which you took a sea right in front of him, your right leg crossed over your left.

“What do you want me to ask you, Malfoy?”

“I am sure there are a lot of fantastic things that can come out of that pretty mouth of yours.”

You parted your lips, left without words after what he had said, because certainly he wasn’t referring to words. You could never think of finding yourself in such a situation with Draco Malfoy –one of the people you despised the most within the walls of Hogwarts.

“Be careful, Y/L/N, if you keep your mouth open, I will close it. One way or another”, he rested his chin on his crossed arms over the seatback. His grey eyes were fixed on you and followed each movement of yours, never really letting his guard down.

“Oh yeah, and how would you do that?” you perfectly knew where your question would have led you, but at that moment there was something inside your brain telling you to ask him that damn question.

“I have several ideas, though I can’t put into practise the half of those”, Draco said running a hand through his hair, and, after that gesture –which you found extremely seductive-, some platinum locks fell onto his forehead. By the time he went back staring at you, his signature smirk was again on his face.

“Dear Draco”, for the first time since you’d even known him, you called him by his name and, although the boy wasn’t showing it, he was amazed by the way you pronounced it, “You aren’t brave enough to put them into practise”, you challenged him. You took advantage of him being confused and quickly got up from your chair, “Now, excuse me, but I think I will head back to my dor-” you were giving him your back while you talked, so you couldn’t foresee him getting up and reaching out for your wrist.

Draco had you pinned against the door of the classroom within only one motion. Your back sticked completely at the hard, wooden-made door, and your breathing froze almost immediately. Each time you breathed, you inhaled Draco’s expensive cologne and his green-apple scent, right in your nostrils.

“Insult me one more time…” Draco left the sentence unfinished and his piercing grey eyes moved from your own eyes to your lips, meanwhile you kept your eyes on his face, “…and I will no longer respond of my own actions”.

You tried to keep it together, but his expression and his voice tone made it impossible for you to remain serious, so you broke into laughs and closed your eyes in the meantime, “S-sorry”, you tried to say in-between the giggles, “B-but I can’t take you seriously”, and you chuckled. Again.

Draco lowered his gaze on his shoes and let himself go to a snigger, which shook his entire body, “You really like troubles, don’t you, Y/N?”

“And you think you are trouble, don’t you?” you mocked him holding his gaze, as you ignored -not so well- the shivers which went down your spine as he pronounced your name, “I’m sorry I have to be the one to tell this to you, but you’re far away from being an outlaw, Draco Malfoy”, you didn’t have to add anything else, because you made it clear earlier why you didn’t think he was the first of the ‘criminals’.

There was a moment of silence, during which Draco considered on freeing you from his pressing grasp, yet there was a part of him that had wanted you pinned against a wall, at his mercy, for so long and it make it harder for him to just let you go.

Your pink lips -still parted- seemed so tempting and your hot breath crushing against his neck decided for him, and against the part of him which suggested him to behave as a man and release you. He stepped closer, now no more inches separating the two of you, and laid his fee hand on your waist.

Your breath stuck in your throat as you watched him fill up the remaining space between the two of you. His lips crushed against yours and his strong scent flooded your nostrils almost at the same time his hands went grabbing your thighs. You could no longer feel the floor under your feet, and only then you realised Draco had picked you up and he was now walking towards the other end of the classroom.

His kiss was harsher than when you’d started, it was rough and wet, and you spotted a hint of hunger in it. It wasn’t like anything you had experienced before. Draco Malfoy wasn’t like anyone you had met before.

You moaned into the kiss when he took you bottom lip between his teeth and dunked them into your flesh, even if without make you feel actual pain. Your fingers quickly found their way to the hair at the back of his neck and pulled them a little. Your lips separated only for seconds, just enough time to look into each other’s eyes and you heard him saying: “Now, I’m not that much of a trouble, am I?”

You huffed in response and rolled your eyes, before going back staring at him, “I’ve never said I don’t like troubles, have I?” you tilted your head to the left and smirked, “You aren’t that smart, Malfoy”.

“Quite the contrary, actually”, Draco moved his hands lower on your legs with a gentle touch which had you shiver and rested them on both your knees, before wrapping them under his fingers and pushing them around his waist. Now you were completely adhering to him; your most inner parts close to his -the closest they had ever been. “I perfectly acknowledge the way I make you feel”, he placed his lips on the base of your neck, after having unbuttoned the highest part of your blouse, “The things you feel, and where you feel them”, he whispered to your ear, his hot breath again against your cheeks made you let out a moan. He put a little distance between the two of you and smirked, “Look at your body, craving for me to play with it, hoping for me to pay even the slightest attention to it”, Draco’s ring brushed against your skin and he enjoyed you squirming your eyes as the cold hit you, “You cannot hide it from me, darling. You want me as much as I do want you”.

You opened your eyes wide as the words left his mouth, your body became tense, and all you did was just stand there in silence looking straight in front of you.

You couldn’t deny the fact he had stated the truth: you wanted him. Since you came back at Hogwarts in September, you found it hard not to focus on his platinum head, rather than his grey, piercing eyes, or his

pinkish, juicy-looking lips as they curled up in a grin or folded in a smirk. Therefore, it was impossible for you to tear your eyes away from the young Malfoy. And he harassed you not only during the day, but mostly at night when you dreamt of him doing things -a lot of beautiful, yet sinful things- to you. Though him being Slytherin and you being Gryffindor, undeniably there was something very attractive of him that made your stomach writhe whenever his eyes laid on you or, like in that moment, his hands were on your body.

What you could have never imagined was Draco reciprocate your feelings.

Could those be considered feelings as well?

“W-what?” you mumbled while his lips kept working on that particular spot on your shoulders, which happened to be your soft spot. You grabbed him by his arms and put a sizeable distance between you and him, “Draco, what did you just said?”

The platinum-haired boy tilted his head to the side, mocking your action of no longer than minutes ago, and said: ”You heard it right, love”, he grinned at you biting you bottom lip when he used that nickname for you, “I want you so badly”, he came back whispering next to your ear, “And I know you want me as well. Do you think I’ve never noticed your eyes on me, or how your cheek would become red every time I give you a quick look?” he left a trail of kisses on your jawline up to the collar of your skirt. He stared at your red-and-gold tie and wrapped it around his fingers, “I can stop”, he seemed to let it go as soon as he had taken it between his hands, but then he continued: “Or I can go on. For hours. But…only if you want”, his hands went for grabbing the furthest end of the desk you were currently sitting on, and he violently bumped your legs with his pelvis.

You weren’t wearing any tights to keep you warm, so you could feel his growing boner rubbing against your inner tight, and you moaned at that gesture, throwing your head backwards.

“Did the cat got your tongue, honey?” he moved one of his hands to your face and rubbed his thumb over your lower lip, kissing it shortly after, “Tell me; what do you want?”

“You, Draco. I want you”, you said out of breath and whimpering under his touch, craving for him to give you more of it. Draco was right: you wanted him very badly.

“And how do you want me?” he knew better than anyone else which buttons to press in order to tear answers away from you.

You swallowed with difficulty and stared into his grey eyes: “I want all of you, Draco. Please, fuck me”.

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Draco Malfoy x Ravenclaw!Reader

Word Count: 2,1k

Type: kinda fluff

Summary: You finally find Draco during the Battle of Hogwarts and you whatever you can to keep him by your side while fighting.

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Reader (y/n), Lord Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Narcissa Malfoy, Neville Longbottom, Death Eaters 

Warning(s): mention of death (?)

An hour.  

Harry Potter had only on hour to show himself up in the Forbidden Forest, or else Voldemort would have started again the attack at the school.  

All the students rushed inside the castle and Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick managed to close the enormous, wooden-made gate as they saw nobody was still outside. The four tables in the Great Hall disappeared and wounded and those who had lost their lives during the battle could finally rest.  

You had only superficial wounds which were healed by Madame Pomfrey in less than a minute. Once she was done with you, you got out of the Great Hall and began wandering in the corridors of the castle. During the fight you had heard some rumours about the Slytherins being no more moving towards the Hog’s Head Inn through underground passages. And you also heard something that was completely strange to you: was Draco Malfoy at Hogwarts to save his friends?

You heard nobody as the repeatedly shouted at you not to go looking for him and, instead, prepare for the battle that was to come. But your will to talk with Draco was more than anybody else could ever understand.  

Although you were a Ravenclaw and he was a Slytherin, you two had slightly become friends during your fifth year and, during the sixth year, you had been his confident and somehow you had tried to drag him towards another direction, and maybe he wouldn’t have been forced by his parents to join Voldemort and his disciples.  

No one had ever saw the fear in his eyes. No one had ever assisted him while he was trying to find a way to come out from that situation without killing anybody. No one had ever given him the affection and the love he needed. No one had ever tried to understand him and his choices. Nevertheless, Draco’s life was all about hit or being hit, hard.  

And he never had the chance to choose. His parents had made that choice for him the moment he was born, not giving him what he deserved.  

At that moment you were more determined than ever to find him and, possibly, to make him switch side -fighting next to you.  

“The Room of Requirement burst into flames!” one of the Gryffindors came shouting in the Great Hall, he was followed by other two members of the same house and one of them definitely had been close to the fire.  

Professor McGonagall walked past behind you and stopped in front of them, she began asking a lot of questions about what they told they had witnessed. They were too far away from you to understand what they were saying but judging by how worried they seemed and by the gestures they were making, you got that it was more than a few things burned.  

You were about to get up and approach them, but all of a sudden, the entire hall silenced, and they only audible noises came from outside. You saw the Weasley’s family running towards the entrance and a moment after the entire school followed their steps.  

The moment you stepped outside the portal, you assisted to a terrible scene. Voldemort and all his devotees were walking down the Viaduct, which serve as a connection between the ground and the main entrance of the school. In the middle of them there was Hagrid, and he was carrying a lifeless body in his arms.  

“Harry Potter is dead!” his evil, despicable laugh followed the statement, as if it everything was a joke for him.  

Your hands soon reached your mouth and you had to lean yourself against the cold, stone-made wall to keep standing. Everything around you were silent; no one among the students dared to say a single word.  

Ginny’s lacerating scream was the last, painful blow. You collapsed on the floor and tears started spilling out from your eyes and you had to hold back the sobs shaking your entire body. You found your friend Luna next to you, holding out her hand towards you; you gladly took it and got on your feet as images of what was happening in front of you flashed before your eyes.  

Harry Potter was dead.  

The Chosen One. The one in which all the hopes of the Wizarding World were places had died at the hands of Voldemort.  

You hold to Luna, who was destroyed by the events just like you, and together you followed what happened next –though you couldn’t really concentrate. You listened as Lord Voldemort asked the students to join him in taking over the Wizarding World.

In the absolute silence you heard someone calling “Draco” and suddenly all your attention was focused on identifying the owner of that voice, and then you understood.

Right behind Lord Voldemort there were two people you had the displeasure of meeting before: Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy. And it was exactly Malfoy Sr who was calling his son’s name.

He was looking into your direction.

You had a quick look around yourself and finally recognised a platinum head a few feet away from you. You left Luna’s hand and struggling you made your way towards the boy.

“Draco, come”, his mother’s voice wasn’t like you expected at all. She had quite a sweet tone and, if that hadn’t been such a bad situation, you would have thought about her tell goodnight stories to her only son.

Unfortunately, it seemed it had never happened.

You couldn’t see him in the face, but it didn’t seem like the boy was willing to move from his spot. You hurried up and stopped one step behind him.

No one said anything.

Draco looked around himself. Once again, he felt alone, although he was surrounded by his schoolmates. He was drastically brought back to reality when his grey, watery eyes met his father’s, who was impatient to have his son next to him among the lines of Death Eaters. He lowered his head and started walking towards him when he felt a warm, soft hand grabbing his wrist. He didn’t need to turn his head behind to know it was you the one holding him in place.

“Draco”, his father called again, but you were more determined than him to keep where he was.

“You’re better than him, Draco. You’re not your father”, you repeated him the same words you said to him the year before, when he confided to you that Voldemort had marked him.

All eyes were on the two of you. You spotted Professor McGonagall staring at your fingers wrapped around his wrist and kept doing It until someone talked.

“Draco”, it was the same despicable voice which had talked before, “Come here, boy”.

You tightened your grip around Draco’s wrist, preventing him from making a single move ahead, “Don’t”. If you had been given the chance to know the real Draco, you knew better than anyone else that he just needed someone to trust him, to love him, to care about him. He needed what his parents hadn’t been able to give him for seventeen years.

“What the hell are you doing?” he whispered next to your ear as you placed yourself at his same height, “He will kill you. Let me go”.

“No”, you replied and took out your wand. You didn’t realise what your simple movement started: students, and professors as well, brought their wands out and held them proudly above their heads.

“Y/N, don’t-“ his words were cut short by a shining object dropping from the sky which landed in Neville’s hands.

As he lifted his hands, you saw the Sward of Gryffindor being held by Longbottom and after something incredible happened: Voldemort’s snake was ordered to attack the students and Neville, with all his courage, stepped forward and made a snapping movement and cut off its head. On the other end of the square the pale man moved as if he had been hit by something, or someone.

There was a moment of complete silence; no one knew exactly what was going to happen, but everybody was ready to fight Lord Voldemort and his disciples.

You kept your place next to Draco, who was no more willing to cross the yard and had took out his wand too. But you noticed he wasn’t holding it as if he was ready to fight, if anything it seemed like he held it in the most wrong way. Draco happened to be a brilliant student and you knew he couldn’t be making a huge mistake like that in the middle of a War; you comprehended he was up to something.

In fact, when in the general confusion, you hadn’t noticed a not dead and disarmed Harry running towards his friends, though you were closer than them. As soon as he gave a quick look at you still holding Draco’s wrist, the boy next to you shouted: “Potter!” and threw at him his wand.

Meanwhile Lord Voldemort hexed more than one Harry -failing every single time-, the remaining Death Eaters came fighting you and all your schoolmates. A hex was soon thrown at you and you shielded yourself and Draco with a simple “Protego Horribilis”, whispered to yourself.

“You’ll have to try harder to stop me, little mud-blood”, the man of who you couldn’t see the face said in a scornful tone.

You were about to reply him when your wand was taken from your hand and Draco appeared in front of you; he did a movement to cast a spell you had never seen before and hit powerfully the Death Eater who was ready to kill you both, “You’ll have to teach me that one”.

“Yeah, maybe when we aren’t being hexed from all directions”, the silver-headed boy made his eyes wander around you and stopped when he saw the perfect place where you could hide, “Don’t worry, we’ll keep fighting with the others” he reassured you with the smirk typical of him.

You followed him in crouching down and opened your mouth to ask what he was doing, but then his lips crushed on yours and every thought of yours disappeared. You melted into the kiss since it was the first one you exchanged since almost a here, and you happily certified they were still soft and green apple tasting as the last time you savoured them.

Both your hands quickly found their way to his neck and gently wrapped around it, whereas one of his grabbed -not so gently- the back of your neck and the other one gripped firmly your waist. Neither of you made a move, you just sat down there, finally greeting after being far away for too much time. When you slightly opened your mouth and let his tongue met yours, a solo tear ran down your cheek, causing your kiss to taste salty for a brief moment.

Draco noticed the sudden change and pulled away from you, taking both his hands supporting your face, while he stroked his thumbs on your cheeks. “Why are you crying, darling?” he knew that once you were given the chance, you would have released all the pressure built up in the past few months; that was why he put on his characteristic half grin and gave you the most playful look he could.

You looked into his eyes, still red from holding back streams of tears before, and read fear, terror, but that was a spark you were familiar with: it was happiness. At that moment you couldn’t care less of the war going on around you, neither of your friends struggling to stay alive. You threw yourself towards him and held him tight against you as if you needed to be sure he wasn’t going anywhere else. You felt his arms being brought again around your hips and embraced you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

A long, piercing scream pulled the two of you apart, you stood up just in time to see both Alecto Carrow falling down the bridge -his brother soon following her- and when before there were them, Cho stood in complete disbelief. She slowly turned and met your gaze, as you smiled and throw a punch in the air happy for her.

“They need us inside, let’s go”, Draco’s fingers found their way to yours and he dragged you with him, towards the wooden-made portal of the school, “Are you ready?” he handed you back your wand and you gladly took it, getting in position before him.

“Don’t you dare going anywhere else. Stand behind me.”

“Always, my love.”

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Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley

The Aftermath: After the Battle Harry has to put together all the pieces of his life, finally free from Voldemort. His priority is Ginny. One Shot

Draco Malfoy

Protego Horribilis: You finally find Draco during the Battle of Hogwarts and you whatever you can to keep him by your side while fighting. One Shot

Coward: you and Draco are in your fifth year and you are both appointed prefects of your own houses. One night you have to inspect the halls together and your rivalry soon shows up. One Shot

Days with Draco - HC

Home: after an argument, you and Draco don’t talk. During the latest party in the Slytherin common room, he is determined to make it up on you. One Shot

Slytherin Queen: the Sytherin Queen and King are announced and to celebrate your victory, Draco has something unusual planned for you. One Shot

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The Aftermath

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Harry Potter x Ginny Weasley

Word Count: 2,4k

Type: fluff

Summary: After the Battle Harry has to put together all the pieces of his life, finally free from Voldemort. His priority is Ginny.

Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Luna Lovegood, Mrs. Tonks

Warning(s): no one

Harry found himself climbing what remained of the stairs and heading straight to the Gryffindor Tower. The Fat Lady wasn’t in her portrait; actually, there wasn’t a single portrait attached at the wall anymore. He went through the hole in the wall and he entered the common room.

Fortunately, it was one of the three tallest towers of Hogwarts and, just like the other two, the damages weren’t too many. It could have been rebuilt quickly and without a big effort -unlike the lowest floors of the castle. He gave a quick look around in the circular room and took some time to impress in his mind every inch of the room.

Harry almost immediately looked over the fireplace, which his godfather used more than once to communicate with him while the Ministry of Magic was looking for him. He sat down on the floor, in front of it, and cupped his own face. How much he needed Sirius’ face showing up all of a sudden in the fire, telling him that everything was going to be okay, telling him everything had ended, and he was then free to have less troubles in life -Harry would have even kept listening to his godfather complaining about Kreacher not doing his job and insulting him, instead.

Kreacher. Where was he now? What would have happened to him?

Then he turned around and saw a scene from the last year, a fresh memory that he could have never forgot: him entering the Common Room only to discover Gryffindor had won the Quidditch Cup, thanks to Ginny. He clearly remembered her hugging him and a moment after he was pressing his lips against hers, and, surprising for him, she returned the kiss. Harry had blurred memories of that night.

Him remembering his happiest moment in the Gryffindor Tower was brutally interrupted when he heard murmurings getting closer and closer to where he was standing. Seconds after the Common Room of the tower was full of students, exhausted, yet still excited at the ending of the Battle. Harry saw some of his friends looking around, proven at the sight of the tower almost demolished.  

“Harry!” Neville called him from the other end of the room and when he turned around he saw his friend walking towards him, “The Weasley’s were looking for you in the Great Room, I didn’t know you were her-“ he stopped talking when Harry ran away.

In the corridor of the seventh floor and all the others the characters of the portraits were finally going back to where they belonged and also the ghosts were back flying, without scaring people around. Harry was greeted by all the students -Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and even some Slytherin who had fought side by side with him earlier that morning. He noticed how the entire school was to be rebuilt, from the basement to the highest towers -probably McGonagall was already thinking of the perfect spell to use. He was confident that they would have brought the castle to its old splendor, and he would have certainly helped.

When he arrived in front of the gaping doors of the Great Hall, he immediately saw the Weasley’s still al gathered around Fred’s corpse. Next to him there were Lupin and Tonk’s corpses and kneeled next to them there was a lady with long, straight, light-brown hair. Andromeda Tonks. And he noticed she was failing with holding in her arms a pumpkin of joy. Edward Tonks, his godson.

The words he exchanged with Remus kept echoing in his head and he didn’t know way he walked up to them and kneeled in front of the woman.

“Mrs. Tonks”, Harry protracted his arms towards the baby boy and restrained smile showed up when, finally, Teddy was between her arms. He wanted to say something to cheer her up, or, at least, to state how brave they had been to fight side by side -knowing they were risking their lives.

As Mrs. Tonks raised her head, she immediately recognized the guy who was standing in front of her. “Harry”, she tried to put up a smile, but what she did seemed more like a crumple, “I-I…”

He adjusted Teddy between his arms and said: “Take your time. He’ll stay with me”. he quickly got up and approached the Weasley’s, leaving Andromeda crying her daughter and son-in-law.

Ginny saw Harry, she slipped away his brother’s hug and ran towards him, throwing her arms around his neck -always being careful not to hurt the child between their bodies. “Tell me you’re not going to leave me ever again”, she hid her face between his neck and shoulder.

“Never again.”

The process of rebuilding the castle took more time that Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick had previously estimated. Members of the Order of the Phenix stayed at Hogwarts to help too. By the end of the next day, it was like nothing had ever happened and all the students got back inside their houses’ common rooms, though most of them had to go back home.

McGonagall -now the Headmaster of Hogwarts- stayed all day in her office to write to the families of those who decided to take the train during the third week of June, assuring them that their children were now in a safe place.

Same thing decided Ron, Hermione and Harry. Although they had no exams to take, they remained there for the end of their seventh year at Hogwarts -at the same time the best and the worst they experienced. Hermione decided to properly end her education and so, according to the Headmaster, she would have gone back the next year; instead, Ron and Harry wanted to become Aurors and the Minister of Magic in person had interceded for them, allowing them to start the training as an Auror.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Andromeda Tonks and little Teddy, and all those who came to fight and protect the Wizarding World had now went back to their usual lives -obviously before the war burst out.

Harry, Hermione and Ron were in the rebuilt Gryffindor common room, sat in complete silence around a table next to a window. The couple was busy outlining their Granger’s-family rescue trip to Australia with maps and compasses, debating if it was more safe travelling in the muggle world as wizards.

“Harry, what do you think about it?” the red-haired guy suddenly broke the invisible ball him and Hermione had closed themselves in asking for their best friend’s option, but they hadn’t noticed the Boy-Who-Lived wasn’t paying attention to them at all; he rather preferred staring at the trees outside the window. “Mate? Is everything okay?”

Ron moved towards him, curious about the reason why he was mind absent and quickly he got his answer.

In the garden below them, a red-haired girl and a blonde one were sitting beneath a tree and, although from the Gryffindor Tower it was visible only their backs, it didn’t take much to understand who they were and why Harry wasn’t paying attention to the people in the room with him.

“Man”, Ron recalled his friend, who got out of the trace he was in before, and sat down next to him, “Have you talked to her?”

There was a moment of silence during which both Hermione and the red-haired guy stared at their best friend, waiting for an answer from him.

“What am I supposed to tell her, Ron? I…I acted like a fool trying to move her away from me, even though I should have known better than anyone else that she would have fought side by side with us during the battle”, Harry got up and started walking up and down the common room, unconcerned of the worried gazes he was drawing. His friends stayed quiet as they knew he needed to pour out the stress he had accumulated in the last days, “I-I…she could have died, and I would have never forgiven myself that”.

“Then go tell her!” this time was Hermione who spoke up, “Tell her how you feel, how you felt during our mission. Tell Ginny you thought of her every day and you checked on her with the map every night. Do you think I haven’t noticed it? Harry, go tell Ginny that you bloody love her!”

All around them there was only silence. Now everybody stopped what they’d been doing and focused their attention on the trio in front of the window. Neville, Dean and Seamus smiled as Harry slowly turned his head towards them. Everybody was silently pushing him to go find Ginny and talk to her, though nobody took the liberty to say more than Hermione had just said.

She summarized well how Gryffindors had been feeling about Harry and Ginny.

Having no other choices, Harry crossed the room and got out of the common room, quickly went down the stairs and ran out of the building. He knew Ginny and Luna were on the opposite spot of the garden, so he had to make his best effort to reach them before they could leave their place under the tree.

Ginny seemed very interested about what Luna was saying. She was talking about her father’s latest discovery about the Crumple-Horned Snorkack and that wasn’t a topic Luna could easily stop adding news. The red-haired girl was nodding at her friend’s direction, but her mind was totally in another place.

She just couldn’t stop thinking about Harry and how they still hadn’t found time to talk to each other, to tell each other how they were feeling. Ginny seemed always to show up in places he had left just instants before she’d walked in. She definitely gave up when, the day before, Neville had told her Harry was in his dorm and once she had made her way up to the Tower, she’d found Dean and Seamus sleeping and no sign of the boy she was looking for.

That’s why she hushed Luna by getting up when she saw Harry running towards them. The smile on her face was visible from miles away and, for the first time in her life maybe, she couldn’t limit herself to see him walking towards her, but she ran to him.

Harry wrapped his arms around her tiny, soft body and put his nose among her hair. The Borrow-typical scent invaded both his nostrils. He closed his eyes and tightened the grip around his girl’s body, “God, I missed you so much”.

“We’ve missed you, too, Harry”, Luna said closing her number of The Quibble, “Guess you arrived just on time to beat Voldemort”, she got up too and approached them, standing up right next to Harry and Ginny -still tight in a hug. Considering no one of them was actually pay attention to her, Luna wisely decided to leave them alone.

“Let’s have a walk, shall we?” Harry intertwined Ginny’s fingers with his and placed a kiss on the back of her hand.

“Sure.”

Hand in hand, they walked up to the farther tree in the Hogwarts’ Castle. The same three under which they exchanged their first kiss exactly one year before. They stopped walking and sat down; Harry had his back rested against the wood and Ginny’s head was gently placed on his torso, right upon his heart.

He kept his eyes on her, trying to impress in his mind all the little details of the girl’s face, the way she moved her hands, the way she slowly breathed in and out. It was like he was living his best dream, in which he wasn’t The-Boy-Who-Lived, he was just a wizard whose life hadn’t been linked with his worst enemy’s.  And if that was only the calm before the storm? Another time?

“For Merlin’s sake, there were a lot of things I wanted to tell you…and now…now I forget them all!” he chunked and shook his head, giving a quick look down to Ginny, “Hermione gave me a couple of good prompts from where to start, but again, I forgot them. I’m so terrible with these things”.

“I’ll start, then”, Ginny sat up straight in front of Harry and spoke up: “These months here without you had been worse than hell. I-I know maybe this isn’t like you think I would act, but- okay, then, I’ll just say that: I love you, Harry”, she smiled and, as she noticed he was too shocked to say anything else, she kept going: “I love you and I realized it when we broke up last year, and…and the time we spent apart this year, it just made my sentiments grew. You know what they say: absence makes the heart grow fonder”.

She couldn’t have said that in a better way.

“I-I have done a thing…a stupid thing…while I was away”, he wasn’t good with words and he knew that, just like Ginny knew it, “I had the Marauder’s Map with me and, some nights, I just opened it and followed your dot around the school. I thought that maybe you would sense that…and maybe understand I was thinking of you”, Harry’s eyes were stuck on Ginny, following carefully each movement of hers, “I know that’s stupid, but-“

“That’s not stupid. That’s sweet, actually”, she pointed out raising her hand to lay it on his arm, “Harry, I-“, but she were cut short by Harry’s lips against hers.

It was like their first kiss; surprisingly Harry had taken the initiative and Ginny was following his lead, getting in a better position and cupping his head with both her hands, meanwhile he was holding her by her waist. The only noise around them were made by the nature, no Gryffindors cheering for them, no Ron Weasley murmuring and Hermione Granger reassuring him, no need to stop the kiss.

As they shared their special, lovely moment, the owls went back flying around the are of the castle and not only, finally the Wizarding World was free from the fear of the Dark Magic and everybody -around the world- was conscious of that. While life was changing for thousands of wizards in the U. K., Harry’s was going through a radical mutation.

He was the Boy-Who-Lived, but -hopefully- he wouldn’t have to fight another mortal battle.

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