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this is so strange but i have all these fics i’m writing and i feel inspired, but i’m procrastinating

ya girl is struggling but i’m getting to requests now!!

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i feel so bad for not writing as much as i used to, but i promise one is in the works and will hopefully be published soon! all requests are being written <3

also thank you for 100+ followers, y’all make me soft when you actually read my stuff and like it 

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𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

➤ pairing: draco malfoy x reader

➤ words: 1.4k

➤ genre: fluff

➤ summary: after the battle of hogwarts, you and draco run off in efforts to protect yourselves. you both find an abandoned house and renovate it to make it a home.

“You know, darling, I usually don’t question your judgement but I have to ask: what in Merlin do you see in this place?”

After a soft laugh, you turn around to face Draco. One of his eyebrows was raised and his nose scrunched up slightly as the smell of must filled his senses. You weren’t sure how, but the simple, human-like expression left you staring in wonder at him. For the many years you spent at Hogwarts, you always viewed Draco Malfoy as almost god-like.

However, unfortunately, those glory years as a Hogwarts student were now over, almost overnight.

During Draco’s 7th year, you had become aware of who exactly his parents were and what they were forcing their only son to be as well. After all, rumor did travel fast around Hogwarts. You became aware of how the Golden Trio had essentially skipped their final year in an attempt to defeat Lord Voldemort. It was quite brave to you. You couldn’t imagine coming face to face to Lord Voldemort, let alone trying to defeat him.

Unfortunately for you, you did have to see Voldemort in the flesh. You actively participated in the Battle of Hogwarts. By the time He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named and his army had invaded the castle, you and Draco had gotten quite close. You had sympathy for the place his parents had put him in. You couldn’t imagine having to choose between being good or save your family.

In fact, you had become more than friends. Almost right before the battle, you had become lovers. Whether it would last was unknown to you at the time.

You fought by your lover’s side during the battle. While you were not a Death Eater in any sense of the word, you knew you wanted to defend Draco Malfoy, who he himself barely fought. You could sense the internal struggle happening in him. He wasn’t sure if he should fight for Voldemort or for the place he called home. To be quite frank, he didn’t have a choice. He simply chose to just avoid fighting if possible.

After it was announced that Harry Potter had defeated the Dark Lord and the Death Eaters had been disbanded due to many of them being dead, the only thing you worried about was the fate of him. What would become of him, of his family? While you agreed that Lucius Malfoy should pay what he put his family through, you didn’t want Draco to be punished right along with his father.

In an act of desperation, you pulled Draco to the side and were practically on your knees as you begged him to come with you. You weren’t even sure where you would go, you didn’t know what was next. What you did know was that every minute he stayed inside the castle, he was in danger.

Next thing you knew, despite not having any actual concrete plans, you had run off with Draco. You found yourself pulling a Harry Potter and the Golden Trio moment, as it was after all the best and only sort of plan you had. While you weren’t sure exactly where you two were headed, you had to make the best of it along the way.

When the sun set each day, you had to make camp wherever you were. While that was mostly in the woods, there has been the occasional time you had to stop steps away from a busy city area. You made a tent wherever you were, with Draco casting several protection charms to ensure you weren’t being followed or could even be seen.

It could have been weeks or years, you weren’t exactly sure, but now it seemed as if the two of you had adjusted well to this way of life. The fact that he not only adjusted to essentially being homeless and living out of a tent, but was actually enthusiastic about it, surprised you. After all, you were aware of the certain reputation the Malfoy family had among the wizarding community. Draco had come from one of the richest, if not the richest, family in the community. He never failed to surprise you.

In fact, he had surprised you so much that it seemed he had planned another. How he managed to surprise you time and time again, despite living out of a tent, honestly was a mystery. He woke up on a cold, foggy morning with whispers that he had a surprise and it was time to get out of bed.

With a groan, you opened your eyes, slowly sitting up in the sleeping bag that was now your bed for the time being. “Draco, what-”

“Don’t ask questions, (Y/N).” Although your eyes were barely open, you could hear the smirk spread across his face as he spoke. “It’s urgent.”

With that, you practically jumped out of the sleeping bad and wrapped a coat around you, not even having the time to properly clean yourself and get dressed. Once out of the tent, with a swish of your wand, the tent folded and went inside the small purse you always carried.

You followed Draco deeper into the dark woods, the fog making it nearly impossible to see not even a few feet in front of you. All you could do was hold his hand and trust he knew exactly where he was going. You attempted to ask questions, such as where you were going or why they had to go in such early hours of the morning. With each question, your lover only hushed you and told you to be patient.

After what seemed like hours, you could see the outline of a building ahead in front of you. You couldn’t tell much from the distance and the fog, but it looked like a two story building. As you walked closer, the building came into full view. With a quite dark exterior, it was a house made of gray stone complemented by a black roof and what seemed like moss growing on nearly every inch of the house.

It had finally clicked in your head. Draco had brought you here for a reason, clearly. One thing you knew about your boyfriend was that he hated to waste his time.

As if he knew the question that was about to escape your lips, a soft smile appeared on his as he spoke aloud. “I know it doesn’t look like much, but this is our home. I found it while looking for food for us one night. Before you ask, yes, I did place a protection charm around the place. No one should find us. It’s far away from everyone, regardless.”

Tears filled your eyes almost immediately once he announced you two finally had a home. Not that you mind living in a tent, you would live anywhere as long as it meant Draco was safe, but your heart secretly desired a place to safely call home.

With your feet running towards him, you hugged him tightly, whispering countless amounts of thank yous into his ear. His hands rested on your back, chucking to himself at your reaction. He wouldn’t admit it, but this made him emotional as well. He finally had something that wasn’t automatically given to him because of his surname or wealth, he earned it.

Weeks seemed to have passed, but now that abandoned house had turned into home. You and Draco had spent practically every waking hour renovating. While you could have easily used magic to finish the job effortlessly, the both of you had admitted you had joy in putting hard work into your home.

After a quick clean up of the place, you had started by painting the walls and re-doing the floors of every room. Before you knew it, every room had been properly decorated and the entire home was now ready to live in comfortably. The completed home was two floors, complete with a finished basement that was used as a “wizarding museum,” the two of you liked to call it. It was full of all the memoria you both had managed to collect and keep safe of your years at Hogwarts, such as house pride items or photos. Along with a kitchen, living room, dining area, and bedroom, there was a nursery and a large room fit for children upstairs. If you hadn’t known any better, you would have thought this house was occupied by a Muggle family.

But, that was just the way the both of you liked it.

Years had now passed since, and the house still stood after decades. The house, the entire property as well, had witnessed so many happy moments. It had witnessed the wedding between you two, the many moments of laughter and love the two of you shared.

While living in a “smaller” home was a change for Draco Malfoy, he couldn’t have imagined living in any other home.

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hi y’all! i’m currently almost done with the next fic. so sorry for the delay, writer’s block is a real pain

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Yes the title is so overused yes I used regardless ok plz just ignore it.

Summary: Draco sees you wearing his Slytherin jumper at breakfast and he can’t help but love every inch of it on you.

Pairing: Best Friend Slytherin Reader x Draco Malfoy

Warnings: Descriptions of physical appearance (mentions of words like slim, small, muscular, etc.)

Word Count: 1.2k

Sweater Weather

The golden spoon absentmindedly slipped out of his ring clad hand and clattered against the cold tile floor, the sound pulling him out of his thoughts. Sucked back into reality, Draco looked up a little dazed to notice Blaise staring at him, motioning vaguely with one finger to the spoon that had fallen to the floor.

“Whatchya lookin at?” Blaise inquired, referencing Draco’s obvious daydreaming, only half caring about the answer as he thumbed through his Charms homework.

Draco blushed a little, inadvertently, knowing he’d been caught. He had in fact been staring at you, unable to avert his gaze. While this was a normal habit for him, admiring his best friends reddish curls and electric blue eyes and freckle dusted nose, he actually had a good reason this time.

He had nearly choked on his orange juice when you had walked into his peripherals just now, his dark green Slytherin jumper hanging loosely and familiarly on your petite frame. You had sat down just a few seats away at the Slytherin table, giving him your usual friendly smile and a giggly wink. Though probably not recognizable to anyone else, he knew his own clothes, and he knew when you were wearing them.

For weeks now you’d been falling asleep in his room. You would often stay up late to help him finish his history of magic homework he had neglected during one of his increasingly common and VERY private bathroom panic attacks only you knew about. Sometimes you’d rub his back as he twitched in his sleep, knowing he was getting another nightmare. But usually you just drifted off together, enjoying the sensation of warmth and velvet darkness and that of not being completely alone.

Staring at you once again he admired the way your white teeth glistened in the morning light when you grinned at him, and allowed his silver eyes to glance down at your pink cherry gloss coated lips for only a second. He imagine what they would feel like. You in nothing but his sweater, pretty pink lips pressed against his, your soft breath on his milky white neck, vanilla bourbon perfume enveloping him in the most dizzying intoxicating way, whispering how much you-

“Draco!” Blaise said again, this time more sternly. A half smirk adorned his face as he already knew the answer - probably.

“What? Yes.. no I mean No.. I mean I’m not looking at anything!”

Draco shot Blaise a glare that told him not to press it anymore.

The three of you were close friends, banding together after being the first ones sorted into a Slytherin first year. But as you got older and grew closer, there were possible some unspoken feelings between you and Draco. Theo questioned the sleepover, and Blaise the list full drawn out looks between the two of you in the Great Hall. It didn’t take a genius to know that Draco wanted you as more than just a friend, and desperately so. He mustered all his self control and tore his eyes away from his friend, collecting his books and strutting off to begin his day in a hurry, but not before shooting one last knowing, icy, “don’t your dare open your mouth you git” glare at a smirking Blaise.

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You slipped into Draco’s dorm in a huff, having run all the way from the astronomy tower in order to catch the last of the departing owls for a letter. Cold and flustered you took a moment to compose yourself and looked around, familiar surroundings and smells greeting you.

You took in your neatly folded set of silk pajamas that sat on the foot of Draco’s bed, in case of a sleepover. Your glass perfume bottle sat precariously close to the edge of his dresser, accompanied by his fancy cologne you loved immensely.

With a rustling from the bathroom your favorite blonde emerged, and stopped at the sight of you in his doorway. He smiled and eyed you from afar, drinking you in. His expression was clouded and you walked over to him, a little nervous.

In all honesty you had forgotten you were even wearing his sweater this morning, rushed out the door to breakfast practically in your pajamas as to not be caught in Draco’s dorm by another prefect (god forbid). The only reason you remembered you had it on was because of the way Draco stared at you when you wore his clothes in public, the gaze that had so fondly followed you this morning.

You met his hazy clouded eyes with your big blue ones and tried to read his face. You were always good at seeing his emotions flicker across his eyes, and you sense something off. You probably did steal too much of his stuff after all, maybe he wanted all those night shirts back.

“You’re not.. mad... are you?” You asked softly, twirling your hips so his jumper hanging off of you twirled a little. “You like it on me right?”

He placed a gentle finger under your chin, bringing your face up to finally be level with his.

“Yeah, I love it on you sweetheart.” Draco grinned lazily back at you, admiring your frame while his fingers playing with yours, adoring the sensation of you twirl some of his cold silver rings around his digits.

A soft, breathless smile upturned on your rose colored lips, gloss long gone by the trials and tribulations of the day, and you allowed the luxury of flickering your gaze from Draco’s muscular hands to his piercing eyes. You kept eye contact while you whispered something you’d always thought about.

“I love it when you call me that.”

With a smirk, Draco enclosed your little hand inside his, causing you to break eye contact and look down at his palm enveloping yours.

“I know you do.” Draco responded with a quiet smile, subtly using his grip to tug you just an inch closer, relishing in every second he had with you and every centimeter closer you got until he could almost taste you in every way he’d ever imagined.

You returned your gaze to his, his dark eyes glimmering under the soft golden light of the candles on his dresser, the crushed velvet darkness of the night making the air feel all that much heavier. Your chest swelled, and the warmth his hands were providing spread throughout your entire body, igniting a fire inside your veins, and loving the familiarity of his gentle hold. He looked so honest and genuine, his eyes telling you he wholeheartedly cared about you just as you did about him, and the thought brought a smile to your lips, mirroring the one that rested on him.

Your eyes locked with his for the final time l, falling into his touch, and lips brushing ever so gently against his skin as you murmured, “I love you a whole lot, you know.”

Leaning forward, and pressing a soft ghost of a kiss to your forehead, Draco looked up at the ceiling to gain some composure and try and push down the flurry of emotions that bombarded him when you closed your eyes at the loving action.

“I love you a whole lot too, sweetheart.” Draco

mumbled back voice thick in his whisper.

And for now, those little, secret, shared moments between the two of you was enough.

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hey y’all!

i’m so sorry for not publishing anything new this past week. i’m getting ready to take some summer college classes and i said fuck it and changed my whole major, so the amount of work i’m putting in to prepare for all this is insane

i’m currently writing a story there so hopefully that will be up before the weekend <3

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50 FOLLOWERS AH

50 people might not seem like a lot but that means 50 people like my writing i am very emotional

also i am trying my best to think of more fic ideas so if you have any requests please send me some!

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IM FEELING THINGS I SHOULDN’T BE FEELING YALL

Ok so yes there are some plot holes but just squint your eyes and it’s fine. P.S. The song “Sweater Weather I Wanna Be Your Girlfriend” by MoonDanceTunes on Spotify goes with this fic IMMACULATELY plz take a listen while reading. Enjoy my lovers. 🤪🖤

Summary: A horrible stormy night goes

wonderfully and unexpectedly right.

Pairing: Draco x Slytherin Reader

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings: smut, mention of alcohol, cursing, slight choking/daddy kink

      Unexpected and Inexplicable

“This cannot be happening, this has to be a nightmare.”

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okay this is my favorite thing on earth now y’all

Draco Answering the Most Googled Questions HC

Request: ✨do you think you could make a headcanon for Draco answering the web’s most searched questions? Congratulations on 2000 love💓

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death

NON SHIP SPECIFIC - Draco with mentions of a s/o

[a/n: I think this was one of my favourite things to write ever, it was so much fun thank you for requesting!! <33]

Q: What is my ip?

A: What in merlin’s ballsack in an ip? Incest problems? I can tell you all about tha-

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hi! Could you do a Draco x a female Hufflepuff reader who’s had a really rough day of classes and just needs comfort, lots of tooth rotting fluff, I’ve needed this recently personally so that’d be wonderful 🥺thank you for what you do! ❤️❤️❤️

here ya go! i hope you like it. :)

also my messages are always open if you need someone to talk to, and that goes for anyone who may see this! i’m also personally going through a lot too, so writing this was also therapeutic, but i will always be here if you just need someone to listen <3

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𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐝𝐚𝐲

➤ pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff! reader

➤ words: 1.3k

➤ warnings: mentions of anxiety and low self-esteem

➤ summary: after a rough day of classes as you prepare to take your o.w.l’s, draco malfoy comforts you

➤ a/n: you don’t have to be a hufflepuff to read this! it was just requested for me to write it this way

MASTERLIST

(Y/N) sat in the Great Hall, staring down at the food on her plate. Tonight, Hogwarts had prepared a fantastic dinner. Of course, most dinners at the school were great in your opinion. However, in your few years at the school thus far, you noticed the school would have larger, more exquisite meals the day before exams or a holiday break. Since today was the day before exams were to start, there was almost too much food in front of you. Or, perhaps it was your nerves that seemed to cause your stomach to close.

Your fifth year at Hogwarts seemed to be too much to handle. You had always been prone to becoming anxious around exam time every year, but this year was different. This was the day before the O.W.L’s, the most important exam of all. In order to achieve the success you wanted, you just had to do well.

In addition to studying for months for this, your professors haven’t exactly been lenient either. If anything, their classes have become even harder. Essays upon essays had been assigned, leaving you barely any time to focus on anything but your studies. It had caused a dent in your friendships, and even with your relationship with Draco Malfoy.

Today, you have finally snapped. You were a Hufflepuff, meaning you valued your kindness and sense of fairness very highly. But something darker seemed to have snapped from within. You were in Potions class with Professor Snape. He had cold called on you and you honestly had no idea what the answer was. Instead of guessing or just admitting you didn’t have a clue, you simply started to cry and ran out of the room into the girls’ lavatory.

That was only an hour ago. So, there you were sitting at the Hufflepuff table, feeling your cheeks grow bright red as everyone began to stare. It seemed that news travels fast; the kind and strong (Y/N) (Y/L/N) finally broke. You couldn’t help but wonder if Draco, who wasn’t in your Potions class, had heard the news yet.

You picked up the metal fork and twirled some pasta around it, biting your lip as you tried to focus on how good it smelled instead of your anxious thoughts. Finally, you were able to bring the noodles to your lips. You weren’t particularly hungry by any means, but if you had any hopes of pulling an all-nighter to study tonight, you knew you needed energy.

“Move!” You heard someone practically yell as more crowds of students filled the hall. “Merlin, move! It’s as if none of you have ever stepped foot into the Great Hall before.”

You recognized the voice almost instantly as Draco’s. A part of you felt relieved, something inside of you almost calmed when he was near. However, it also turned your stomach into knots. What if he had heard what happened, how you made such a fool of yourself? What if he decided he didn’t want to be with someone so weak?

You placed your fork down on the plate, sighing softly as you heard his footsteps come your way. He sat down beside you, earning him some stares, as a Slytherin was now sitting at the Hufflepuff table. It was quite a rare sight to see.

“(Y/N)?” He said smoothly, placing one of his hands on your shoulder.

“Hm?” You mumbled slightly, too embarrassed to even look up at him. You weren’t sure if you wanted to see his reaction to this.

“Please, look at me.” He used his other hand to lift your chin up, allowing your eyes to lock into his. You weren’t sure what you were expecting, maybe an expression of anger or hurt. Instead, you just found hints of sadness and concern in his eyes.

“I heard what happened, darling. Why didn’t you tell me how you felt?”

You heard your throat close slightly, wondering the answer to his question yourself. Why didn’t you just tell him how anxious you have been for the past couple weeks, let alone for all of fifth year so far? He was your boyfriend for Merlin’s sake and despite his reputation that precedes him, he truly was kind.

“Well-” You attempted to seek, but before you could get another word out, you felt your chest tighten as you let out a soft sob. You didn’t even remember getting the feeling that you needed to cry. It was as if all words would fail you, this was the best way to show him how you have been feeling.

Draco’s eyebrows rose slightly as you let out your first sob. Never before have you shed a single tear in front of him, he knew this had to be serious. Without a second thought, he moved himself closer to you and carefully sat you down on his lap. This earned him many stares, you two have never been this public about your relationship before.

He guessed that if you saw how many people were staring, it would only make matters worse. “It’s okay, darling.” He whispered as he stood from the table, carrying you in his arms bridal style out of the hall. With your head buried in his neck, you had no idea where he was carrying you, you could only assume somewhere more private.

Perhaps you blackened out from your exhaustion or simply dozed off, but once you opened your eyes, you immediately recognized the room. This was Draco’s dormitory, which he shared with Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Theodore Nott. However, the dormitory was empty excluding the both of you, thanks to it being dinner time.

Draco gently lay you down on his bed that was covered with emerald green and silver bed sheets. You immediately could tell this was Draco’s part of the large room based on the amount of rings on his bedside table.

You still felt the tears slowly streaming down your flushed cheeks, despite the fact that you didn’t even feel like you were still crying. At this stage, you barely felt anything but embarrassment. You felt so ashamed that you let yourself essentially have a full mental breakdown in front of your boyfriend, when he had previously never seen you like this.

As if he could simply read your mind, Draco slid off his shoes and joined you in his bed, wrapping the blankets around you both. “I don’t know exactly what you’re feeling right now, but please talk to me. I don’t want you to ever feel guilty about telling me what you feel, okay?” He whispered into your ear as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you closer until your head laid upon his chest.

With the sound of his voice and his heart beating, you felt yourself almost automatically relax into his arms. “I don’t want to scare you away.” You admitted to him, a bit of self-defeat in your tone. It was true after all. You were aware you weren’t exactly the easiest to love, you were afraid that one day it would become too much for him to handle.

“Darling.” His eyes widened slightly, caressing your back as he spoke. “Please, never think like that. You could never scare me away. I adore you, and nothing could make me stop adoring you.”

Your eyes rose to meet his, finding eyes full of love and adoration. All you could do was nod, starting to believe that perhaps you could finally trust someone with how you were really doing. A small smirk spread across his face, the face he always made when he was able to be successful at something. This time, it was convincing his girlfriend that she was anything but a burden. She was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“I may make fun of Hufflepuffs, but as far as I understand, one of the values of your house is kindness. Correct?”

You nodded your head, biting your lip. Merlin, what was he going to say about your house now? For a while, he was trying to convince you to tell Dumbledore you wished to transfer to Slytherin.

“Well, it’s one of the many things I love about you. Unlike me, you’re always kind to everyone you meet, to complete strangers, to those who wrong you. So why can’t you be so kind to yourself too?”

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𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

➤ pairing: draco malfoy x reader

➤ requested: yes | no

➤ words: 1.6k

➤ genre: fluff! also this is supposed to be more of a cute thing rather than serious so pls don’t take it seriously!

➤ summary: modern world au! you discover how to make silver wire rings on tiktok and attempt to teach draco. overnight, draco finds a new obsession.

MASTERLIST

“Draco, wake up!” You whispered to the sleeping body laying on the bed. All you could manage to see in the room only lit with the rising sun was the streaks of platinum blond hair sticking from under the emerald blanket.

This is exactly what Draco Malfoy had woken up to on that Saturday. Not that he minded of course, the mornings his girlfriend would wake him from his slumber was his favorite. He typically valued his sleep on the weekends, but nothing could compare to seeing the one he loved most.

He opened his eyes, smiling softly to himself as he saw your face staring at him. “Good morning to you too.” He said as he sat in his bed, rubbing his sleep-filled eyes before looking around his room. He noticed immediately that they were the only ones in the Slytherin boys’ dormitory. He must have been asleep for ages if everyone was already eating breakfast in the Great Hall.

Of course, Draco being Draco, he wanted immediately to make the most of this alone time. “Come here, darling.” He took your hand in his, pulling you into his bed so you lay beside him. 

You let out a laugh as you felt your body be pulled down besides his. However, just as it was when you walked into the room and woke up your boyfriend, your other hand stayed behind your back to keep the surprise, well, a surprise. 

You felt your spine shudder as you felt Draco’s lips gently kiss along your jawline. It was no surprise what his gentle yet passionate touches did to you. “As much as I want this to continue,” you whispered to him as you looked up at him. “I have something exciting for us to do.”

His eyebrows rose playfully. “I’m not sure if I should be afraid, but I can guarantee you that I can make us do something exciting too.”

You playfully shoved his shoulder in response, but couldn’t hide the grin appearing on your face. “Hush! You can’t focus on what we’re about to do if you’re making sex jokes the entire time.”

You sat up on the bed, criss-crossing your legs and facing your boyfriend. Draco sat up in bed, the bedsheets falling on his lap to reveal his bare chest. Your eyes wondered for a moment, before you shook your head to focus on the fact at hand.

“Alright. Disclaimer, this will seem weird but I tried this out last night and I think you’re gonna like it.” You smiled, your eyes glancing over to his bedside table. There laid more than several rings and chains. Perhaps it was because he grew up in a very wealthy family and wearing jewelry was just a part of his daily life at this point. Most of the rings were simply just a gold band or has one stone, with a couple having a snake engraving or in the shape of a snake itself. 

This is what makes you think he will enjoy this activity so much.

You continued your little speech before revealing what you were hiding behind your back. “I was on TikTok a couple days ago and people are making rings from scratch, from wire. I tried it out last night and well..”

You pulled out a bag from behind your back and pooled out the supplies from the bag onto the large bed. Inside was some wire, scissors, countless amounts of gemstones and crystals, a ring mandrel to measure ring sizes, and a ring you had made last night. 

Draco’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion, wondering how in the world you could make any piece of jewelry from wire. All of the rings he has owned were made from gold, as far as he knew. The Muggles must be bored if they figured out how to make rings from wire.

That was before his eyes went to the silver ring with a light pink stone in the center laid upon his bed, which was made by you. He took the ring into his hands, carefully studying it for a moment. He had to admit, it was extremely durable and made of high quality.

“Darling, you made this last night?”

You nodded, a bit nervous as he studied the ring. You loved to make things with your hands, this was no different. You knew your boyfriend had high tastes to say the least.

“Teach me then. I do love rings.”

A smile broke out on your face, happy that he was at least excited about this. “Yay! Okay, just follow my instructions, it’s not too difficult.”

You took the long ring mandrel in your hand, telling him this was used to make sure your finished ring would be able to actually fit your finger. Draco was already focused on every word you spoke, hoping to do a decent job to earn your approval.

Next, you explained every step necessary to make the ring. You explained how to center your stone, wrap it around the mandrel, and even make impressive decisions around the stone. Once you were finished, you pulled your finished ring off the mandrel, showing him it only took a few minutes to make it.  “Now, it’s your turn.”

He nodded, taking the mandrel and wire carefully in his hands, as if he would somehow destroy it. Remembering the steps you had given him, he picked a black gemstone and used a gold wire to make the ring. He felt more confident over time, attempting more complicated designs than what you had shown him. At the end, he pulled off the ring, frowning as he realized the stone wasn’t exactly centered and the wire was somehow pulled in places it shouldn’t be. 

“What did I manage to do wrong now?” He pouted slightly as he looked at his failure of a ring.

You kept in the laugh. Although it didn’t look very pretty, you couldn’t deny it was adorable to see the tough Draco Malfoy pout at a simple ring. “Well, you didn’t center the stone first of all.”

You explained the steps once again, however Draco still did not understand how what he did was incorrect. “Why can’t I use magic to fix what I already made? I feel terrible for the Muggles who have to do this by hand.” He grumbled slightly.

“Because what’s the fun in that?” You grinned as you stood, taking his hand in yours. “Now, let’s go get some breakfast. We can try again later.”

Hours had now passed since that morning. It was now the evening, and Draco Malfoy was the only one of his roommates awake this late at night. He sat in his bed underneath his thick blanket, the materials needed to make the wire rings sat out across him. With a quiet “Lumos,” the tip of his wand was lit and sat next to him while he worked.

It was silly but he can’t look like a fool now. Not in front of his girl. Besides, perhaps if he got it right, he would be able to make one for you.

A couple more hours had passed, each ring getting slightly better than the last. At his point, he was almost completely out of the wire you had provided for him and rings of different colors lay on his bed. He found himself becoming slowly more frustrated but he tried to remind himself this was supposed to be a relaxing activity, at least according to you.

Why does this Muggle activity require so much practice? Bloody hell, Quidditch was a lot easier.

After what seemed like an eternity to the Slytherin prince, he finally was able to produce a ring that he wasn’t ashamed to look at. In fact, he was quite proud of it. The band was made of silver and had an emerald green stone perfectly in the center, and was complete with a few simple designs surrounding the stone. With a soft smile on his face, he made a few more acceptable rings and placed them beside him on his bedside table and went off to sleep.

He woke the next morning more cheerful than normal, and you could tell when he sat next to you for breakfast in the Great Hall.

“Not that I mind, but why are you so cheerful?” You asked, looking at him as he sat down and began to eat the food off his plate.

“Have you already forgotten?” He asked once he swallowed his first bite, reaching into his pocket and pulling out that first ring he made successfully. “I did it.”

You smiled as you looked at the ring sitting on the table between you two, holding back a slight laugh. Of course, you thought the ring was wonderful, but you wondered how long it took for him to make this one ring. You had a deep love for your boyfriend but you had to admit, he typically wasn’t the type to love arts and crafts.

“Alright Malfoy, it looks nice, but does it fit you?”

“Well no.” He said as he took the ring and your hand, sliding it onto your ring finger. “I wanted to make you one first.”

You bite your lip, trying your best to hide the way your cheeks were now colored with a soft pink color. “Oh, thank you.” You admired the way it somehow perfectly fit onto your finger. He must have been very focused to not only make the ring, but correctly guess your ring size. “But didn’t you make some for yourself?”

“Don’t worry about that.” He showed you the inside of his other pocket, where there were at least a dozen other similar rings. “I may have gotten a little carried away.”

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all the things you do // d.m

Summary: Hi I was wondering if you would make a Draco X Reader where the reader is suffering from some Mental illness issues if possible? If not I completely understand! thank you for doing what you do

Warnings: PTSD, brief mentions of death

Word Count: 1.7k

A/N: sweet anon, i’m sorry if you wanted this set during hogwarts times but i just instinctively thought of writing this post-war! also i don’t know why the ending rhymes. i’m a poet, apparently! enjoy :) x

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Draco Malfoy had always been a naturally confident man. He usually walked with his head held high, his shoulders broad and straightened and his posture nearly impeccable.

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hi just wanted to update y’all!

i’m currently writing at the moment and i should have one up tonight hopefully! so sorry for not being active the last couple days, i hit a writer’s block but i’m back <3

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quidditch mishap - draco malfoy

Request: I saw your request were open so if I could can I please request a Draco x reader where he teaches her how to play quidditch? The reader gets the hang of it and when they are flying on their brooms she falls off. And Draco takes care of her.

Summary: When Draco teaches Y/N how to play quidditch, conflict ensues.

Word Count: 1.1k

Warnings: none

A/N: ty for requesting, hope you like it! and THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS GUYS ILYSM

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“Draco, this is a bad idea,” you laughed as you walked side-by-side with your boyfriend to the quidditch pitch.

Draco rolled his eyes at your apprehensiveness. “And how exactly is this a bad idea?”

“I don’t know, I just—I have a feeling,” you shrugged.

“Darling, stop being such a pessimist,” he said as he subconsciously placed a hand on your back. “I’m a great teacher, by the way. What have you got to worry about?”

You huffed and rolled your eyes, electing to ignore snapping back with a retort that was at the tip of your tongue.

Draco slung an arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek as you finally made it to the pitch. “Loosen up, love. It’ll be fun.”

“Whatever.”

“You know, you’re cute when you’re stubborn,” Draco said with a smile as you both mounted your brooms.

You felt your cheeks heat up a bit and you couldn’t hold back the smile that crept onto your lips. Draco’s heart skipped a beat at the sight. He had always loved your smile and whenever he got the chance to see it, he relished in every second of it. He loved seeing the crinkle of your eyes paired with the smile lines on the sides of your lips.

He’d truly never seen anyone as beautiful as you.

“What’re you starting at?” You teased with a smirk as you flew above him in the air. “C’mon, you slug!”

Draco laughed and shook his head before flying up into the air next to you. He tried to show off by flying in a loop, before briefly flying back over to you with a smug, arrogant smile draped across his pretty face.

“Impressive,” you said sarcastically between laughs.

“It was wasn’t it?” He joked before bringing his lips to yours, the both of you giggling into the kiss.

You furrowed your brows as he suddenly pulled away. He flew a few feet away from you, smiling with his eyebrows raised in a teasing manner as he shrugged, “Game rules, love. No kissing on the field.”

You narrowed your eyes, juxtaposing the light-hearted laughs that escaped your lips. “You’re really an arse, you know that?”

“Yeah,” he said simply, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Now, come on. I’m gonna teach you the basics first.”

After about half an hour of practicing—which had been interrupted numerous times whenever Draco felt the need to randomly kiss you on the cheek—you had finally started to understand quidditch. He taught you the rules and told you about each position; chaser, seeker, beater, and keeper. He had also taught you some broom tricks that you had rather easily gotten the hang of. Of course, they weren’t exactly advanced tricks, but they were still pretty cool. At least, to you, they were.

But you were ambitious and a little overconfident, so you wanted to learn more impressive tricks.

“I want to try something,” you said as you flew a few feet higher.

Draco subtly grimaced with worry. “Oh, boy.”

Before Draco could stop you, you attempted to do the loop trick that he showed you earlier. But as you started to go upside down, your hands slipped from your broom and before you knew it, you were falling from over fifty feet in the air.

Draco immediately panicked, and—as fast as he could—he started flying to you so he could catch you before you hit the ground. Thankfully, he did. But as you fell into his arms, you were unconscious. Draco assumed you had passed out in mid-air.

He was eternally grateful that he had just managed to break the fall. He didn’t want to think about what could’ve happened to you if he didn’t.

Slightly hyperventilating from fear of whether or not you were alright, Draco carried you bridal style and rushed to the hospital wing.

“It’s alright, darling,” he whispered, despite the fact that you were unconscious. “You’re going to be just fine.”

He had eventually made it to the hospital wing. He barged through the doors, alarming Madam Pomfrey.

“Help,” Draco said, his voice slightly trembling. “Please.”

“Bring her over here,” said Pomfrey, watching as Draco carefully laid you down on the bed. “What happened?”

Draco ran a shaky hand through his hair. “Uh—um, s-she fell off her broom. I-I managed to catch her before she hit the ground.”

After Madam Pomfrey examined you for a few minutes, she turned to look at Draco, “Not to worry, dear. She’ll be alright. The fall knocked her out, but she’s got no other injuries. She’ll be back up and walking in a few hours, at most.”

Draco let out a deep breath of relief and sent a grateful nod to Madam Pomfrey, too shaken up to speak. He heard her walk away as he took the seat by the side of your bed. He grabbed your hand, and all of his initial distress fled his body as he admired your relaxed facial features.

Nearly three hours had passed before you finally woke up. The last thing you remembered was Draco’s panicked eyes as your hands slipped off of your broom, and you cringed, feeling a rush of embarrassment at the thought of falling off your broom.

But you suddenly grew confused as you felt a weight on your right hand, and you looked to see Draco’s head resting on your connected hands. His head was turned away from you, and you smiled lightly as you assumed he was sleeping.

“Draco,” you whispered, jumping slightly as he jolted awake at the sound of your voice. He rubbed his eyes tiredly before smiling big as he saw you were awake.

“Hi,” he said in a slightly raspy voice, his face brimful of happiness and relief. “How are you feeling?”

“Just a bit tired,” you replied. “You?”

“Don’t worry about me, darling,” he chuckled, his thumb rubbing your hand. “I’m just glad you’re alright.”

You hummed quietly and smiled when an idea suddenly popped into your head. You made grabby hands at Draco and he grinned, immediately knowing what you wanted.

He climbed into the small bed with you. You adjusted your body so your head was laying on his chest, his arms wrapping around your torso. You smiled in gratification as his fingers caressed up and down your arm. You buried your face in his neck and placed butterfly kisses to the sensitive skin, listening intently to the sound of his contented sighs.

“You’re an idiot, you know,” Draco muttered, eyes fluttering as you kissed his jawline.

You smiled into his neck. “I know.”

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CAN YOU BELIEVE I WROTE A FANFIC me neither ok so please let me know and reblog/like if you enjoy this! If you want more content, or a part two lmk. Feedback criticism etc. are always welcome too! Enjoy!!!

Summary: The tension between you and Draco has been palpable, and you wonder if the night of the moonlit ball will bring it out of the shadows ;)

Pairing: Draco x Reader

Warnings: Smut, possessive Draco, slight

Daddy kink.

Word Count: 2.9k

Star Gazing

The sky was like an abstract watercolor on the night of the Yule ball. It was a smattering of deep purple and pink smeared across the horizon, dotted with glittering stars. It reminded you of the glass of wine you knew you’d be having in some grimy dorm room at an after party, messy and warm in the pit of your stomach. Stepping out of the deep green accented dorm to get some air, you could make out the twins of Gemini up above. They reflected off your cold metal rings as you looked up, fingers curling around your champagne flute glass. Your heels clicked on the pavement as you withdrew from the railing and walked back inside, forest green dress trailing airily behind you. It wasn’t even cold out, but you felt a sudden shiver up your spine at one thought not even the stars could distract you from- him. Surely he would be at the ball. He seemed to be appearing more and more lately, it was almost a dance the two of you did.

First, it was the obscenely long held eye contact at dinner. His icy grey eyes stared into your honey brown ones with an emotion you couldn’t quite gauge. Even with Pansy giddily whispering in his ear, he kept his eyes trained on you, slowly pulling the vanilla ice cream clad spoon from his pink lips until you could feel the tiniest bit of blood rush into your cheeks. You would always look away first, but that didn’t stop the sensation of his stare lingering on you even as you stood up to leave with Daphne.

Then, it was him showing up in your potions class. You would watch his pale ring clad hands stir his Pepperup Potion. They moved in soft, confident, meticulous circles. The slytherin crest seemed even more prominent on his broad chest and your Amortentia potion turned sour as you imagined the milky white skin underneath. When he finally worked up the courage to ask you a question about the proper way to cut an Alihotsy, you thought you imagined the way his eyes glanced down to your pink puffy lips, if just for a moment, and how he leaned into you just a little closer to smell your sweet vanilla and lilac perfume he so often fantasized about behind closed doors.

In the common room, you always found an excuse to sit just a little too close to him on the couch. His warm minty breath would be near your neck and his thigh would bumped against yours while you and Theo giggled at him during his fights with Crab on which dark spells should actually be banned. He was intoxicating and you were starting to fall... hard. More and more he not only consumed so many of your waking thoughts, but your subconscious ones. You couldn’t shake last nights dream. His shirt was half unbuttoned and his hands were around your neck as he sloppily kissed you roughly and walked you backwards till you hit a wall and-

“You realize we’re going to be late if you don’t snap out of it, don’t you”

You turn your neck over your shoulder at the sound of a collected deep voice to see Blaise hanging onto the doorframe. He does look beautiful, positioned looming in the doorway. A half smile quirked on his face tells you he’s been watching you wonder around absentmindedly.

“Fresh air calms me down.” You admitted earnestly meeting his dark chocolate eyes. He strode forward and shut the outside door that you had left open during your pondering, and met you in the middle of the room, taking your arm delicately in his. “What’s there to be nervous about?” You could tell he was teasing you a little, in a sweet boyish way. You glanced up at him through your eyelashes to meet his gaze. Blaise was handsome and quiet, and you were relieved he’d asked you to go to the Ball - as friends. But you certainly weren’t about to tell him the root of your anxiety was surrounding seeing his best friend tonight.

“Oh shut up, come on let’s get going.” you giggled, watching his full lips curl upward at your response.

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“You ready to see me make a fool of myself?” Blaise teased. You giggled drunkenly nodding, leaning on his broad shoulders for support. His suit was long gone leaving only a white undershirt stained with beer and sweat. You would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy drunk dancing and joking with Blaise at an after party, his intoxicating smell of green apple and whiskey intermingling with yours, but he wasn’t Draco and he never would be. Overwhelmed by the energy of the room and your date and the red wine in your brain, you stumbled backwards. “I need some air” you slurred. “Again??” He jeered, fingers reaching for the flask in his pocket. You stuck your tongue out playfully and used the wall as your guide to the hallway.

As you stepped into the crisp night air, goosebumps rose on your exposed legs thanks to the short black party dress you adorned. Looking up at the sky, you noticed Gemini was now partly covered by an airy grey cloud passing by in the violet streaked night sky.

“My, my, my Y/N, you know your missing an entire party inside, right?” a voice called out, not exactly cutting sharply through the quiet of the night, save for the distant sounds of partygoers, but more like gliding through the air in his lilting tone. You looked to your right to see pale hair glistening in the silver moonlight that could only belong to one person. “There you are Draco, I practically sent out a search party looking for you. Where have you been all night?“ You knew Draco didn’t like parties if he wasn’t drunk enough, just like you. He looked upwards at the stars, smirking just a little as you neared him. “You know, I’m hardly Yule ball material.” He pulled out a cigarette and offered one to you. You shook your head and watched as the lighter shadowed his lips and illuminated his hollow cheekbones, hanging from his pursed mouth. He looked over at you, drinking you in and admiring your hugging black dress. He took note of everything. From how it hugged your luscious chest to how it dipped below your defined collar bones that were practically begging for love bites. Your tongue swiped across your bottom lip and Draco could feel himself get dizzy. “Well.. this isn’t the Yule ball anymore is it. This is the after party.” You smirked, taking the cigarette from his mouth to place into yours for a moment. He watched intently as your cheeks hollowed out for a puff and the exhale of smoke reflected off your cherry lipgloss “Come on.” You said firmly, outstretching a hand for his. He looked down for a moment before ignoring your hand and taking you by the waist back inside. His hand was gripping you heavenly and you could feel the space he was touching practically catch fire as he stubbed out his cigarette on the railing before flicking it off to the side.

"Well.. if it isn’t the most gorgeous girl I have ever laid my eyes on" Blaise joked as you returned with your partner. Rolling your eyes at his flattery, you felt Draco’s grip tighten significantly on your waist, moving down almost instinctively to rest on your hip.

“Blaise” Draco said, coldly acknowledging his friend and classmate. Draco leaned down to whisper on your ear, lips centimeters from you and his vodka laden breath running down your spine "I’m gunna get us something more to drink, you wait right here, yeah?" You nodded obediently and watched him walk away, rolling your bottom lip between your teeth, still warm and giddy from the feeling of his hand running down your torso. Suddenly, you felt like his presence was making it hard to stand. You couldn’t be sure if it was all the wine or his breath or imagining those cold rings on your thigh but you instantly felt dizzy and stumbled backwards. “Whoa whoa whoa I got you.” You felt an unfamiliar pair of hands catch you, looking up to see Blaise. “Thanks..” you said as a breathy laugh escaped you absently mindedly, not sure if it was the alcohol or Draco that was making you this way. You could feel Blaises hands snake around your lower back to steady you and you found yourself pressed against his tall strong body, head in the crook of his neck while you caught your breath.

Draco could feel himself seethe with frustration, the sight of you in the arms of his best friend. How dare he touch you as Draco had dreamed of so many nights. He hated the sight. The thought of a man not worthy of a witch like you touching you in ways only he should made him feel an anger he had never experienced. When you rested your head on his chest he pushed past the other part goers instinctively.

Suddenly, He was behind you, holding two glasses of beer in one hand and your wrist in the other. You quickly and embarrassedly released your grip on Blaise. He seemed to think nothing of it, falling quickly into another drunken conversation with a pretty Hufflepuff.

You looked up at Draco, trying to ignore the way your heart thudded in your chest. You’re supposed to be just friends, but friends don’t look at each other with the anger that seeps from Draco right now. Friends don’t make each other feel the things the two of you are feeling right now. His body is tense as he manhandles you outside, and you follow him back to the starlit porch to the best of your inebriated ability. When he knows the two of you are alone, he looks down, internalizing his emotions but letting them spill out of his piercing eyes as he glares at you. “Didn’t you ever learn to keep your hands to yourself?” He asks, most of the playfulness gone from his voice. “Draco!?” You exclaim, confused as how your actions were at all inappropriate. “I was stumbling around and dizzy, Blaise was just there to catch my fall.” Draco let out a quiet breath, shifting ever so slightly so he was standing just centimeters from you, fingers brushing a curl behind your ear. You could feel blood rush into your cheeks and eardrums, and the pounding was so loud you were unsure if you even heard his next words right, as he whispered brushing your bottom lip with his thumb;

“I’m the only man who can touch you like that.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you felt the weight of his stare on you. He wasn’t quick and he didn’t rush it. You felt one strong hand on your hip and the other gently stroking your cheek as your noses brushed and he leaned in to close the last possible gap between the two of you.

It was far beyond what he’d ever imagined. It was better and softer and much more beautiful. It lit a fire in his skin just by the touch of your soft cherry lips that no one else would be able to. Just by kissing you, he felt more alive and drunk and dizzy than he ever had in his life. You pulled away breathlessly, a blush on your cheeks and pressure between your legs. A string of far off laughter pulled you out of the intimate moment. Your eyes darted around, checking for onlookers, or worse; Professor Snape. Draco’s gaze remained unwaveringly on you. “Draco, maybe we shouldn’t be doing this..here” your voice was barely above a whisper. “Doing what ...darling?” He responded with a half smirk quirked on his lips, leaning in to bite your earlobe gently. “Let’s go then” he mumbled, this time outstretching his hand to meet yours, guiding you through the dark, under the stars of Gemini, through the tumbling hallways and switching stars of Hogwarts, down to a chilly and dark room which he whispered spells and tongues to enter.

“Come here baby” he cooed, as soon as the door was locked behind you. Walking backwards with his motions you felt your back being pressed up against a cold wall as his lips met yours once again, this time in privacy. Stars exploded behind your eyelids as you felt yourself moan into the kiss, satisfied and sloppy and needing more. The feeling of his lips and little scratch of his stubble felt heavenly across your skin. The pendant of his cold silver necklace pressed against your chest and juxtaposed the heat that was radiating through you. His hands found your hips, tugging at the hem of your slutty black dress that had been making him struggle to think all night. You gripped his silvery white hair as he worked on your neck, moaning and urgently needing more. Every movement he made was filled with lust and longing and desperation. He paused before he did anything that could possibly make you regret tonight. In a low and earnest tone he spoke breathlessly against your neck. “Tell me to stop” his fingers were already inching up your dress and his knee knocking ur legs apart to spread them a little. He fought the animalistic urge to rip it off you and ravish you against the wall, knowing you’d make the prettiest noises for him, all alone in the confines of his room. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt, not possibly moving fast enough for either of you. Just as raggedly you spoke your answer.

“Why in the world would I ever do that, daddy?” Draco melted at your words feeling his pants become impossibly confined against your stomach. He instantly pushed your dress around your hips to reveal a dark green velvet thong he hoped you wore just for him. You tried to be calm but your movement were frantic as you tugged them down around your ankles and whimpered at the sight of him getting on his knees, propping one of your legs around his shoulder. You steadied yourself on the wall hardly able to keep yourself up. As slowly as he could manage, his tongue worked over your folds, sucking and licking as it also paid special attention to your clit giving it immeasurably pleasurable kitten kicks every few seconds. As each moment passed by you tangled your fingers deeper in his hair and his name escaped your lips louder and louder. The noises in the room were delightful to Draco’s ears. You threw your head back at the pleasure of his fingers being added and working and curling inside you, eyes shut, lips parted in a lustful haze. You felt an orgasm quickly building and Draco stopped before you got too close. Whimpering at the lack of contact he smirked as he stood up to meet your mouth once again. “So needy,” he couldn’t help but remark against you, pushing his pants and boxers down quickly. His heart continued to pound greedily, and he practically threw you into the bed in one swift strong motion. As he looked down at you, pinning you onto his covers you noted much of the playfulness was gone from his eyes and replaced with an intense lust that almost scared you. He was obsessed with you.

You spread your legs and batted your eyelashes like you knew drove him crazy and watched as he pulled out his length and sheathed it inside your tight pussy. The sound of his gruff and euphoric moan mixed with your needy whimpers was almost too much for Draco to handle. He picked up the pace, from agonizingly slow to ruthlessly fast. So many nights he had dreamed about fucking you like this. Ravishing you like you were his and only his, as you should be. His head dropped to the crook of your neck as your back arched in both pain and pleasure. How perfectly, wonderfully, wholly he fit inside you. His eyes remained trained on your beautiful face, listening to the angelic noises that fell from you lips. “That’s Daddy’s good girl. Don’t hold back pretty girl, make your pretty noises for me baby.” At that your lips fell open and you screamed his name much to his satisfaction. Your walls tightened around his cock as he continued to rail you, and he began seeing stars from being inside of his girl. Draco’s teeth sank into your shoulder as he released into you, his cum heavy and warm and deep.

Your gaze was clouded and lips slightly parted, almost unable to speak or process your surroundings. You watched motionless as Draco breathed a sigh into your chest and kissed your cherry gloss smeared lips with the upmost affection. He stood, padding around the room to collect his clothing that had been fiercely flung around the room. He watched you, breathless and angelic, wrapped up in his white sheets with his bruises and marks so striking against your pale skin trailing down your body. He so desperately hoped you would fall into a deep euphoric sleep right then and there, next to him, enveloped in the scent of your vanilla and jasmine perfume, dreaming of the stars.

[malfoymxnor]

“I can’t talk right now, I’m doin hot girl shit”

*reads fanfiction for 3 hours*

*daydreams about my favorite characters and actors*

*takes a nap*