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[atypicalamortentia]

My Girl || Draco Malfoy

Synopsis - You and Draco have a secret love affair, which all becomes public when he sees you upset in the corridors of Hogwarts.

Warnings - SFW.

Word Count - 0.5k.

[Caffeinate Me]

Draco Malfoy had fallen for you, absolutely and totally head over heels. It didn’t matter what house you were in and it didn’t seem to matter that you were Harry Potter’s sister. None of it mattered. What mattered is that you felt the same way and so, your secret love affair with Draco began. 

You were currently walking down the halls of Hogwarts, books close to your chest and tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. You weren’t looking ahead as you walked, instead you were staring at the floor barely manoeuvring through the sea of students. When Draco saw you, his eyes lit up, but he was with his friends. Despite this, he knew he needed to interact with you in some way. “Potter,” he sneered. You ignored him, not up for playing games right now. You shoved past him which left him almost speechless. “Hey, Potter. I’m talking to you,” he called out to you, but you continued walking. Draco saw you wipe your eyes and immediately his heart clenched: you were upset. All thoughts of his image went out of the window as he raced up to you, grabbing your arm and turning you around to face him. “Y/N… What’s wrong?” Draco’s voice held a large amount of care and concern as he spoke to you now. You looked up at him, tears brimming in your lower lash line and just shook your head. “Talk to me.”

“He… He tried to kiss me!” You said quickly, finally allowing the tears to fall from your eyes. 

“Who?” Draco asked, his eyes narrowing with fury. “Who tried to kiss you?” 

“McLaggen,” you hiccuped. “He cornered me against the wall and tried to kiss me.” 

“I’ll kill him,” Draco growled, eyes darting around the room to see if he could see the man in question. 

“Draco don’t,” you said quickly. 

“Nobody touches my girl and gets away with it,” he snapped, his hands flying to your face to cup your cheeks. “I’ll make him regret ever looking at you.” 

You started into his eyes, seeing the pure anger in them. He was serious, deadly serious. “Don’t get yourself into any trouble,” you whispered. 

“You’re worth getting into trouble for,” Draco smiled softly, his thumb stroking your cheek gently and wiping the tears that fell from your eyes. 

“You mean that?” You asked hopefully. 

“Of course I mean that.” 

You leaned into Draco’s touch not realising that you had amassed a large number of students watching the tender moment between the two of you, including Draco’s friends. They were confused to say the least. Draco leaned in and pressed a tender kiss to your lips, smiling as he did. He didn’t seem to care that others were watching, he just wanted to make sure that you were okay. You kissed him back eagerly, enjoying the feeling of his soft lips on yours. When he pulled away he chuckled slightly. “What are you laughing at?” You asked quizzically. 

“You taste salty,” was all he replied. His hands were still cupping your cheeks. “Seriously though,” Draco said, his tone turning sincere once more. “Nobody, and I mean nobody, touches you and gets away with it.”

“I love you Draco Malfoy,” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his. 

“I love you too, Y/N Potter.”

[destourtereaux]

you have a beautiful smile - draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary: Y/N is sunlight in human form, an absolute angel to be around. she’s always available to help out and treats everyone with kindness. draco malfoy should hate her, but he finds himself feeling quite the opposite.

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a/n: haven't written in a while, and this is my first draco fic, so please bear w me! lemme know what you think :) also my motivation to write draco is all bc of ms melli (@mellifluousart) who writes him wonderfully :)

Draco was eleven when he first saw Y/N. He had been so stupidly excited for Hogwarts that he had crashed his cart into hers on the platform. He immediately started to apologize, but Y/N beat him to it. And when he glanced up and met her eyes for the first time, he realized he wouldn’t have been able to say anything at that moment anyway.

Five years had passed since that first meeting, and Draco was preparing for his sixth year at school. He’d never forgotten you, but there hadn’t been many opportunities to even approach you. He’d heard of you around the school, of course. How could he not have? You were beloved, by teachers and students alike. Y/N L/N, prefect, outstanding student, and an avid volunteer around the school. Little did he know, you knew him too.

Draco had built quite the reputation for himself. He was the Slytherin prince, calculating, cold, and altogether untouchable. If you asked anyone, they would tell you that the two of you were on complete opposite ends of the spectrum.

Of course, none of this mattered to Professor Slughorn. In the first potions class of the year, a mixed group of Hufflepuffs and Slytherins, he managed to seat you right next to Draco. He would be your partner for projects until the end of the year.

“So, do you speak now?” you poke with a laugh, referring to your first meeting as you sit down next to him.

“Yeah,” he responds briefly, before returning to his notes. To be honest, he didn’t trust his own voice well enough to say anything more - you still had the same effect on him more than half a decade later.

—

Draco did not believe in perfection. He kept trying to catch you being fake, as if your kindness and constant positivity was a facade that he might one day spot slipping. But as you continued to work hard with him on projects, joking to lighten the mood, and displaying the same amount of compassion despite his cold responses, he just couldn’t spot a single flaw. And one day, you caught him off guard.

“Godric, Professor Slughorn’s hair looks like his namesake today…” you mutter, as you copy furiously from the blackboard. You hadn’t meant for anyone to hear it, but then you caught the boy next to you let out a snort. Your eyes widened; there was no way Draco Malfoy had just laughed?

You whip your head around, and Draco averts his eyes.

“You just laughed,” you state, a smile forming on your lips. “You just laughed at my joke.”

“Did not,” the boy denies, “I was just shocked that sunshine in human form could say something like that,” then he turns away so you can’t catch the smile that threatens to appear.

Your cheeks redden, and you scoff. “It wasn’t even mean!” you protest, “I find it rather fits him.”

From that day on, the two of you developed a more natural dynamic. Your conversations were no longer one-sided, and you found yourself growing to enjoy Draco’s sarcastic sense of humour and wit. You even got to know Blaise and Pansy, who were very eager to share some of Draco’s most embarrassing moments with you. Little did you know, these two had an ulterior motive.

–

“So, Y/N, huh?” Pansy prompts, glancing up at Draco with an act of nonchalance.

Blaise smirks, catching the tinge of pink that appeared on his friend’s cheeks. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Pans, and she doesn’t either. You and Blaise need to shut it and stop poking your ugly heads into this.”

“Alright, alright. But just so you know, she likes you too,” Blaise replies, before striding to the staircase and heading up to his room.

Pansy nods, “She does, but I have no idea why… You’re utterly unlikeable!” she finishes with a cackle, and practically sprints to the girls dormitories, where she knows the blond boy can’t touch her.

And so, Draco was left all alone with his thoughts and a pounding heart, at 10pm in the Slytherin common room.

—

The upcoming week was Hogsmeade week. Draco and you had made plans to get some extra quills and ingredients you were missing for the latest potions assignment.

“So, how many first years did you scare today?” you greet him with a giggle, “Do I have any 11 year olds I need to comfort?”

Draco scowled, but his eyes crinkled, belying his happiness at seeing you. “Yeah right, it’s their own fault for standing in huge groups in the middle of the corridors. You think it’d kill them to walk on their own.”

You laugh openly, loud enough for a few scattered students to turn and look. And Draco can’t blame them, because he knows just as well how easily you catch the eye. 

After making all the necessary stops, you spot an adorable new pop-up near Madam Puddifoot’s.

“Oh my GOD. A Build-A-Bear Workshop!” you squealed, and Draco makes a show of cringing and plugging in his ears.

You roll your eyes, smiling. “I haven’t made one of these in years. We absolutely HAVE to try it.”

Draco stops plugging his ears and his expression develops into one of horror. “No. No way in hell am I doing that. I have a reputation, Y/N. You are out of your min–”

You yank on his sleeve, pulling him along, not paying attention to a word of his rant.

“OW! How are you this strong, midget?! Fine!” the boy finally complies begrudgingly.

An hour later, the two of you exit the shop, you having made a bear with platinum blond fur and a slytherin uniform. Whenever you pressed its stomach, the bear would squeal out “do you know who I am?!” sending you into bouts of laughter at its resemblance to your friend.

Draco did not find this nearly as amusing as you did, but he was quite proud of his own bear. A brown one modelled after his favourite quidditch player. 

“Admit it! You had lots of fun in there,” you confront, as you spot him fixing the collar of his bear’s robes.

The boy shakes his head, and immediately gives his stuffie to you, “yeah, if I were three years old… now you carry it. I can’t be seen carrying a stuffed bear.”

You roll your eyes, but gladly take the plush. It smells just like Draco.

—

Before you know it, February sneaks up on the Hogwarts students. You start spotting floating hearts and angels everywhere, courtesy of the professors.

However, you had yet to receive a single Valentine, which you found quite bizarre. Not that you were overly confident, but you had always received at least a few in past years. You decided not to dwell on it, however, not when the NEWTs were approaching.

Little did you know, several Valentines had been trying to make their way to you, but each had been stopped on their journey by a certain Slytherin boy. Whenever he spotted one with your name on it zipping along in the halls, he simply hexed it, and it would disintegrate. He also glared at anyone who looked at you, lower years and upper years alike. Eventually, people gave up; there was no use trying to compete with Draco Malfoy.

—

Then on the very last day of the week, February 14th itself, you were working on a potions project, when your partner suddenly walked in.

Draco looked nervous, almost. At least as close to nervous as you’d ever seen the Slytherin prince get… but then he pulled out a little velvet box with a satin ribbon on it, motioning for you to open it.

“Now, don’t make this weird, okay? I just saw this in the store and thought you’d like it,” he mumbles, lowering his head. 

Carefully, you undid the ribbon and opened the box. Inside, there was an absolutely adorable necklace with a tiny silver bear. Your face lit up, and you hugged the tall boy. “It’s perfect,” you exclaimed.

Draco was absolutely flabbergasted, but he awkwardly returned the hug, patting your hair. “Want me to put it on?” 

After he clasped the necklace, he held your shoulders and turned you around to face him. Almost unconsciously, Draco began to smile. A genuine smile that made him look like a 17-year-old boy instead of his ice-cold persona.

You marvelled at how happiness transformed your boy’s face, and you stared up at him for a long time, long enough for Draco to tilt his head in curiosity.

“Is there something on my face?” he inquires.

You shake your head. “No. No, I just… you have a beautiful smile. I think you should do that more. Smile, I mean,” you stumble over your words.

Draco chuckles, as a blush spreads over his face, painting his pale complexion. He leans in again, but instead of a hug this time, he quickly pecks your forehead. “Maybe. No promises though,” he whispers.

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[elena-reina]

Silent Treatment - Draco Malfoy x Reader

Prompt: Draco’s giving you the silent treatment after getting mad at you and comes home drunk. 

(Main help from @fieldofsecretss​ : Draco is mad for something and had given you the silent treatment for like two days( bc he’s a drama queen ) and then he comes home late at night all drunk and giggly, so you have to take care of him. And then he apologized for not talking to you and tells you the reason why)

A/N: I hope you enjoy it as much as I did writing it. Comments and feedback are always appreciated! :)

Warnings: angsty angst, teasing ;)

“You will be completing this project in partners,” Professor Snape spoke aloud. 

You smiled to yourself grabbing Draco’s hand under the table and giving it a light squeeze while the rest of the class let out a murmur of cheers. He squeezed your hand back, keeping his focus on Snape. 

Almost every project the two of you had together, you aced. Draco was really smart, more than he let off. He was the brains behind the projects. You were creative and provide a new perspective on things Draco never could have imagined on his own. The two of you were a perfect match. It was also an excuse to get to spend more time with each other after hours. If caught, the two of you could blame it on “studying.” 

No one ever questioned it. It was a win-win.

“Looks like this is going to be an easy A,” you purred in his ear, quietly. He gave you a smile in agreement. Snape’s grim face remained emotionless as he spoke once more.

“I will be assigning your partners-”

The class groaned.

“-Collect your things to sit next to your partner once I call your pair.”

Your head snapped back towards the front of the room. Uneasiness settled in your stomach. Every partner project was always with who you were sitting with, which was Draco. Why was this time any different? 

Your grip on Draco’s hand loosened in disappointment. He raised your hand to his lips and pressed a chaste kiss against your knuckles before lowering your hand back under the table.

Snape began reading numerous names of partners. You bit your lip in anticipation to who you were going to get partnered with. 

“Draco Malfoy... you are going to be with Astoria Greengrass.”

Your face hardened as Draco stood up to move.

Her?

Of all people, her?

Draco and Astoria had a past. You knew they grew up together, and were very close with each others families. You could sense that Astoria always had a crush on Draco, and is ultimately just waiting for the two of you to break up. However you didn’t know if the feelings were reciprocated. Draco consistently assured you that there was nothing between them and that all his feelings are promised to you. Of course you trusted him, you just didn’t trust her.

Draco gave you an assuring nod, and sat down next to Astoria- which just so happened to be all the way in the back of the class.

Snape read off a few more partners before finally settling on your name. 

“Y/N Y/L/N...”

Your eyes darted around the room. Almost everyone had a partner and there was no one left over. Were you going to be by yourself? You didn’t mind, but having a partner would certainly make whatever task at hand easier. Maybe even joining another pair and making it a group of three. 

Continuing to survey the room, you eyes landed towards the right side of the classroom.

No. There’s no way.

“You are going to be paired with Harry Potter.”

You made eye contact with Harry as you watched him stand up. He walked over to come and sit next to you as he gave you a shy smile. Returning the favor, you looked at your hands folded in your lap. 

You didn’t have anything against him, as a matter of fact, you thought that he was a pretty funny guy. However, you’ve always kept your distance in respect to Draco. You didn’t know much about their feud, but you knew enough that Harry was basically Draco’s worst enemy.

You craned your neck to look at Draco and felt him burning holes through the back of Harry’s head. Giving him a weak smile, you returned facing towards the front of the classroom.

Snape went around handing each pair papers for the assignment waiting to come. 

Harry shyly turned to look at you.

“Y/L/N,” he greeted with a small smile. 

“Please, call me Y/N,” you returned as Snape placed a few papers on the desk in front of the two of you. 

On instinct, just as you were reaching forward to grab the papers, so did Harry. Your hands brushed against each other and you immediately pulled away. 

“Sorry, you go ahead,” you apologized.

“No, that’s alright. You can go for them,” he chuckled, shrinking back a bit.

You both took a pause, before letting out a breath of laughter. Shaking your head, you reached for the papers and began to read it. The project was basically just a huge research paper that the two of you have to do together and create a presentation on it. Sounded like a piece of cake. 

For the remainder of the class, you went over the instructions with Harry and basically planned out how you were going to go about the project. All of your worries and concerns were pushed out the window when you both kept piggy-backing off each others ideas. You had more in common than you thought. 

This was going to be a piece of cake. The only extra step you had to take would be the two of you meeting outside of class to get the project done and do the required research.

Soon enough, Snape announced the end of class, however you and Harry didn’t notice until moments after when the classroom became silent. You were too lost in conversation, until you you began looking around. There was no one there, not even Draco. You collected your things and stood up with Harry.

“Well, look at that,” you grinned.

“Time flew by,” he chuckled.

You pushed some of your hair behind your ear, walking side by side towards the exit. “It really did, so tomorrow after school, want to meet at the library to get some work done?”

He nodded. “Sounds like a plan, see you then, Y/N,” he chirped, patting your shoulder and strolling off. You smiled to yourself, taking one step outside of the classroom, before gasping.

“Enjoy your little moment with Potter in there,” Draco spat out of the blue, startling you.

You had your hand over your chest, breathing in and out to catch your breath. “Draco!” you gasped, “You scared me!” You turned to face him. On his face was a hard glare as he was leaned up against the side of the wall, right next to the door.

The moment that class ended, Draco immediately gathered his things and waited for you outside of the classroom. He was waiting there for a while. Two minutes went by, and you weren’t there. Then three, then four, and finally five minutes when Potter had finally stepped out. He ended up going the opposite direction from where Draco was standing and never even noticed him in the first place. Draco was growing impatient and was just about to leave when he finally saw you take your first step out of the classroom.

You noticed his cold temperament, and playfully rolled your eyes. You threw your arms around his neck, pressing yourself against his chest. He kept his hands inside his pockets, glaring at you. 

“Well.”

“Well, nothing Draco. We were talking about the project and lost track of time, that’s all,” you spoke innocently, not giving in to his temper. You knew that when Draco gets in these moods, the best thing was to not egg him on. You reached on your tippy-toes and pressed a quick kiss to the tip of his nose.

His stare remained hard, but the fine lines around his eyebrows began to disappear telling you that his anger was diminishing. 

“You were in there for an awfully long time,” he continued.

“Maybe like three minutes-”

“Five.”

“Okay, five, but nothing more. I’m sorry, my love,” you cheekily smiled, pressing your nose against his and hovering your lips just close enough to almost touch.

He didn’t lean forward. You knew this was just him being stubborn.

“Oh, c’monnn. Don’t be jealous, give me a kiss,” you smiled. He scoffed.

“Jealous? I am not jealous of him.”

You rolled your eyes and was about to give up when he let out a sigh through his nose and roughly wrapped one of his arms around your waist to pull you closer and place a kiss on your lips. Your lips molded together just for a moment, before he pulled away and took his hand into yours. 

Walking down the corridor, you kept a smile on your lips, keeping close to Draco.

The next following days, you were kept busy with assignments on top of more assignments. Your windows of free time had drastically reduced to almost no time at all. To Draco’s dismay, most of it was spent with Harry. And when you would have free time, you would go to Draco just to be rejected by him leaving to go be with Astoria.

You must admit, it stung every time that he said he was going to hang out with Astoria instead of you. However, you figured the way you’re feeling is probably the same way that he feels when you leave to hang out with Harry.

“Are we on for this afternoon?” Draco spoke aloud.

You shook your head, frowning. “I’m sorry, my love, I can’t. I’m meeting with Harry to go over our project.”

He rolled his eyes, his demeanor becoming cold. You could feel the tension radiating off of him.

“You’ve already met with him for the last few days, Y/N. Who’re you dating, me or that Scarhead.”

“That’s a ridiculous question and you know it,” you snapped. You took his hand into yours and press your cheek into his palm. He remained stoic, before giving in and bringing you into his arms.

Eventually, this ended up going on for about a week, however, by then your free time opened up and somehow Draco remained busy. Even more so than before. 

Just passing him in the hallways, he wouldn’t even smile at you, let alone glance. He wouldn’t speak to you at all.

On another instance, you would normally be in his dorm chilling with him reading a book before dozing off for bed. However, one time he came back late and you stayed up waiting for him. He came in through the door, promptly changing into his night clothes and didn’t acknowledge your presence. 

Instead he climbed into bed, turning his back to you, and immediately went to sleep. You turned towards him, pressing a kiss against the back of his head, before turning back around and going to sleep yourself. You figured that he was really tired and would tell you about his day the next morning.

This never ended up happening, and he was gone before you even opened your eyes.

One other time during the week that almost threw you off the edge was when you had asked Draco during lunch if he wanted to take a stroll with you through Hogsmeade. He declined claiming he was busy, just for you to see him hanging out with Astoria later on. He never noticed you, but she did. Astoria gave you a smirk, before batting her eyes and going back to talking with your boyfriend. 

You intended on ignoring Draco for the rest of that day, not that it mattered. You eventually caught on that he was intentionally ignoring you.

The following week, you sat next to Draco pushing around the peas on your plate, with an unamused expression on your face. It was a big day for Draco as today was the day that Slytherin was going up against Ravenclaw in Quidditch for their tournament. They needed to win to make it to playoffs. Normally, he would be talking to you about his strategy and what he planned on doing, but of course, he was silent with you. This time, you turned to face him.

“Draco.”

He lifted up his fork to put a carrot into his mouth. You grumbled and tried again. 

“Draco, would you look at me, please.”

He turned to look at you this time, with a monotonous expression. You had at least expected some kind of word to come out of his mouth, but at least this was something.

“What’s going on with you? You’ve been ignoring me for weeks and-”

He turned his head, going back to eating and didn’t bother to look at you anymore. Your mouth hung open in the middle of your sentence, but you closed it. 

Now he was just being plain disrespectful. 

You slammed your fork down onto the table in frustration, causing your silverware to clatter, catching the attention of others sitting at the table. You collected your things, standing up, and stormed out of the Great Hall. 

Your eyes stung with tears threatening to spill, but you didn’t dare. You did nothing wrong and did not deserve whatever was going on inside of his platinum head. Instead, you carried on with the rest of your day without making an effort to see him.

~*~

Towards the end of the day, you remained by yourself in the Slytherin Common Room. You overhead a couple of first years cheering that Slytherin ended up winning playoffs and were celebrating somewhere in the castle. You didn’t bother going to the celebration because it’s not as if Draco was going to listen to you congratulating him. You didn’t care much for sports, and the only reason you would’ve gone would’ve been for him.

Maybe Astoria was hanging onto his arm congratulating him for you. Just thinking about it made your blood boil.

You were just about dozing off on the couch when you heard doors roughly slam open, jolting you awake. Your back was to them, so you didn’t see who came in.

You heard loud stomping and giggles entering the room, getting closer with each step. You rubbed your tired eyes, and craned your neck to peer at who came in and to your surprise, it was Draco.

Your boyfriend, if you could even call him that now.

“Y/N,” he loudly sighed, dragging his feet and sloppily sitting down next to you on the couch. 

“Y/N.. Y/N... Y/N..,” he mumbled over and over. He hunched over, putting all of his weight on you and you could smell the liquor on his breath.

“Draco,” you grumbled, trying to get him to sit up straight. At first he sat up straight, and then fell onto you again... and then sat up straight, and fell onto you... and did it again. 

You stifled back your smile, trying to remain serious. “Draco! Are you drunk right now?”

He chuckled, ignoring your question, and finally sat up for good this time. Actually, he stood up, wobbling from side to side. You quickly stood up, catching him in your arms before he tumbled backwards. Taking a good look at him, his hair was disheveled and he could barely keep his eyes open. His shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and his tie was undone, loosely hanging around his neck.

“Merlin... what is the meaning of this,” you huffed.

“Didn’t you hear, baby, we won,” he slurred, leaning down for a kiss, but you turned your face, allowing his lips to connect with your cheek. He pulled away, frowning. The way ‘baby’ slid off of his lips made you frown because this wasn’t sober Draco talking to you. This wasn’t right.

“Yeah, I heard about it,” you began.

Then his demeanor changed.

“An...And I was looking for you in the crowd...” he mumbled, “But you weren’t there.”

This time you stayed quiet. You felt terrible, but it wouldn’t have mattered because it’s not like he was talking to you beforehand.

“I almost fell off my broom getting hit by a bludger just looking find you,” he said under his breath.

All that was heard was the flickering of the fire in the common room. Everyone else had already gone to bed when you were knocked out on the couch moments ago, or are still out partying.

“Let get you to bed,” you sighed, beginning to tug him along.

“No!” he halted, walking backwards and falling down against the couch. You let out a squeal as he took you down with him, leaving you to straddle his lap. 

Merlin, you were too exhausted for this.

“Goodness, Draco!” He sat up right, with his arms loosely around your waist. Unamused, you crossed your arms. When you attempted to move, he would tighten his grip and pout.

“I don’t have time for this, why don’t you go and ask Astoria to take care of you,” you mumbled under your breath, looking to the side.

“Why on Merlin’s sake would I want her,” he grimaced.

You scoffed throwing your hands up in the air briefly. You knew arguing with a drunk person would lead to nowhere, but you were too frustrated to care.

“That’s what I’ve been wondering too! You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with her instead of your own girlfriend, if I can even call myself that anymore!”

He giggled, shaking his head. You raised your eyebrow irritated. 

“You find this funny?”

“Did you know you crinkle your nose a lot when you’re upset? You’re so cute when you’re mad, hey what do you say we go out right now and get a few drinks,” he slurred. You rolled your eyes, and grabbed onto his hands, attempting to peel them away from your waist.

“Enough Draco, I’ve had enough. You’ve been ignoring me for weeks on end, without so much as an explanation as to why, and then you try and act like everything is normal right now?! Well I’ll tell you one thing, and it’s not-”

“Please stay.”

His eyes were glossed and he held you tight to him. Those two words tugged at your heart strings because you could feel the sorrow emitting off of him. He buried his face into the crook of your neck, not letting go. You exhaled and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck. 

He didn’t move from this position. It went quiet for a very long time. You didn’t know if he fell asleep, zoned out, or just wanted silence. All you knew was that you missed his touch, his presence, his time, and that in this very moment, it felt like you had your Draco back. 

After moments of silence, he finally spoke up. Sobering up a bit, he pulled away, gazing into your glossy Y/C/E eyes.

“I’m sorry.” 

You didn’t say anything and let him continue.

“I didn’t mean to ignore you for as long as I did, but I was hurt. You were constantly leaving me for Potter and I didn’t know what to do with myself. You looked so much happier with him every time I saw the two of you together and I thought you would be better off without me.” He avoided eye contact with you, sobering up a little bit, and kept his gaze down.

You placed your hands on his cheeks, lowering your face to look at him in his eyes. You knew he was very vulnerable right now.

“Hey..,” you hushed, keeping your voice light, “Look at me.”

He darted his eyes to glance at you.

“I never in a million years would choose Harry Potter over you. I love you and only you, Draco Malfoy. You have my heart and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. I’m only around him because I’m trying to get an A on this project. I wish you would have just come to me so that we could’ve talked this out.”

“I tried,” he defended, “But you were always busy and had to rush away to Potter, so I decided to keep myself busy as well.”

“Draco.. it seemed like you were trying to make me jealous of Astoria just because I was hanging out with Harry. That wasn’t very nice of you and it really hurt my feelings. You know how I feel about her, and she knows as well. She would see me upset that the two of you were together and taunt it in my face.”

This time he stayed quiet. 

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled once more. He didn’t know what else to say. He knew he was in the wrong and he wasn’t trying to hurt you any further than he already has.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. You didn’t deserve it, I don’t deserve you. You could do so much better without me and find someone who is better worth your time...”

At this point, these were just drunk words rambling off of Draco’s guilty conscious. It was breaking your heart to see him this way. He kept rambling on and on, until you pressed your finger to his lips to shush him. His glossy eyes locked with yours once more.

“I’m not going to say it’s okay, because it’s not. But I forgive you.”

He shook his head. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he drunkenly mumbled. 

You stifled back a laugh this time. You could get use to drunk Draco. 

He pulled you tight to him once more. “I love you so much... I love you... I love you..” he mumbled over and over. 

You smiled, cupping his cheek, and ran your thumb along his bottom lip. You could feel his hunger and eagerness. You bring your lips closer to his, just close enough for your lips to almost touch as your hand is now caressing slowly down from his cheek, to his neck, to his chest. His grip tightened. Every time he leaned slightly forward to fill the gap, you would pull back just enough to keep the tension. 

“Y/N...,” he whimpered.

You leaned forward brushing your lips against his this time, and pulled back just enough to deny him his desire of a kiss. His grasp tightens on you again, before you ultimately giggle to yourself and finally cave in. He moves forward eagerly, meeting your lips hungrily to his. What would’ve been a sweet delicate kiss, turned into a fiery passion of desire. 

As he lowers your head down to press a passionate kiss to your lips, you grasp his broad shoulders. His tongue slipped into your mouth, exploring every inch of it like he’s done multiple times before. You tasted the alcohol on his breath, letting you know just how intoxicated he really was. He didn’t know what to do with himself. The warmth and dampness of his lips made you moan against him. He turned his head to give you a deeper kiss.

You press your chest against his, wanting to feel more of him. Your hands glide up towards his platinum locks and begin to lightly tug at it, receiving a moan in response from him. You whimper faintly and clench your hips at his reaction. He kisses you again deeply, sighing quietly as you nip his bottom lip, pulling away for some air. He looks up at you, his eyes clouded and his cheeks rosy. His hair was all over the place from you running your hands through them.

Catching your breath, you speak.

“As much as I would love to continue this, it’s late and you need to get to bed,” you taunt. 

His mouth opens agape, as his cheeks remain flushed. You could feel his hard-on right underneath you and as much as you wanted more, this would be punishment enough for him.

“You’re joking,” he gaped, grabbing your waist to pull you closer to him again. You put your hands on his chest to stop him from pulling you closer. 

“Nope.” His arms sunk from around you in disbelief. You took this opportunity to stand up as you pressed one last longing kiss to his lips.

“C’mon,” you held your hands out for him to grab. He begrudgingly grabbed onto you and stands up, having to readjust himself. 

“Consider this punishment for what you put me through, my love,” you giggled whilst he groaned in response, stomping towards his dorm room. 

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Cooking Christmas cookies with Draco (D.m. x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

Summary- It's Christmas and the reader and Draco decide to bake cookies

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You were seated on your couch at home when you came across a post with a recipe for Christmas cookies on Instagram while you were scrolling through the app.

You called out to Draco, "Baby," and when he responded, "Yes," you said, "I wanna bake Christmas cookies."

Draco was initially surprised by the abrupt comment because he had never seen you prepare food and this was the first time you had suggested baking.

"Why so sudden?" he asked out of curiosity, " I just saw this post on Instagram and wanted to post something for Christmas with you" you replied while getting up from the couch.

You approached him and handed him the recipe, and he answered, "Okay sure," adding, "Show me the recipe."

Draco put his hands on his hips and said, "Y/n/n, 5 cups of flour, not 10!" "Draco, I am making a larger proportion, so according to my calculation"

Draco rolled his eyes and said, "Y/n, it's just the two of us, and we can practically conjure more magic, let's first try making a couple." you sighed and responded, "Whatever you say"

After a time, you noticed Draco scrolling through his phone while standing next to the kitchen counter as you were staring at the recipe.

Draco leaped in response to your shout, "DRACO!" You handed him the bowl and the recipe while saying, "Help me out here you dumbass."

"Don't scare me like that," he muttered as he quickly poured and mixed ingredients while you were supposed to pass him various ingredients as he swiftly scanned the recipe.

You questioned, "Have you ever cooked? How the hell are you even making this?"

"Firstly, this is like potions, I have been exceptionally good at it since like first year-" "Stop bragging" "What? I am better at potions than you, in fact, I had actually helped you with it back in-" "Fine, I was bad at potions but what about astronomy? I was a lot better at it than you!" "Oh shut up"

And with the ding of the oven indicating your cookies were baked, you went to the oven while sticking your middle finger at him.

"Aha! We're done" you exclaimed as you saw the cookies freshly baked.

"Let's eat then," Draco said, you sighed and replied, "We still have to decorate them, idiot"

"I was thinking about making a" "Snow Globe?" Draco asked to which you replied, "How'd you know?" "I literally freaking live with you, and I am your boyfriend" to which you grinned at him

Draco pointed to the cookie, which featured a snake with a black background and amazing detail work. "Draco, have you ever thought of becoming a painter?" you asked. "Never thought of it, but do ya think I should?" "We'll make millions out of your paintings," you said,  "Yeah, I know I am amazing at the painting."

Okay, don't flatter yourself too much, you said as you gave him a tender kiss on the lips, "But I do know you love me more than anything, and my finest art is making you my girlfriend," he added as he held your waist and admired your figure.

You took pictures of the cookies and of you and Draco after you had finished decorating them and shared them on Instagram to show your friends.

Draco had already eaten half of the cookie jar you both had cooked by the time you finished uploading everything to Instagram.

You cleared your throat and spoke, "Someone told me to not make many cookies because we were just two people" you mocked Draco while he glared at you and replied, "I also by the way suggested we conjured some, and it's your loss anyway, these are delicious"

"Hey! Give me some!" you raced behind Draco to snatch the cookie jar from his grasp. He chuckled when you jumped over the couch to catch him.

But in the process, both of you tumbled and fell on the ground, with cookie crumbs everywhere.

You took a cookie from the jar and put it in your mouth as you laid down next to Draco and said, "You're cleaning this mess."

You said, "Hmm, these really taste good. After all, who made them," to which I replied, "Excuse me, I helped for the most part."

Draco snuggled down next to you on the floor, pleased to have a charming and lovely girlfriend like you, and he said, "Whatever you say."

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draco malfoy melt your heart genre: d. malfoy x fem!oc. best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: bullying, violence, kissing, cursing, very bad editing synopsis: as only first years, they know nothing of what's to come. julianna candy thought everything would be normal for her years at hogwarts, but what with meeting draco malfoy, tagging along adventures with harry potter and learning about her parents' history, she couldn't be more wrong. neville longbottom - none yet. george weasley evermore genre: g. weasley x fem!oc. friends to lovers! warnings: none yet. synopsis: if you can't find some common ground with anyone, even with your own twin sister, it can get pretty lonely. it's a good thing for genesis heath that she finds a boy who understands her completely, even with just a few words. ron weasley - none yet.

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pairing: draco malfoy x black!reader . word count: 2.1k ( 2192 ) 

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⊹ summary: how draco malfoy found beauty in the forest outside his window. 

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There was a room there, behind the dark and pristine wooden door on the left side of the third floor of Malfoy Manor. One where a boy had moved into when he reached the age of five, and the little crib designed beds his mother held onto so tight continuing to buy one bigger and bigger and even using a few enchantments, had eventually grown too small for his legs and too ‘babyish’ for his liking.

This one, didn’t have a door directly to his parent’s room, and it definitely didn’t provide the view of the eastern sun rising and shining bright on his blond head. But, it was the one he would eventually make his own; with memorabilia, photographs, an array of sweets hidden in nooks, and quidditch posters — overlooked the west side, allowing a clear view of the dense forest trees that held a threatening shield to three sides of the manor.

They were packed so creepily, he thought as his mum and dad showed him around his ‘big kid’ room, his eyes glued to the frosted window. One that covered the entirety of one of his walls. So tall and thick, they were able to provide shelter, conceal and hide just about any and every creature that would go bump in the night.

Werewolves, vampires, doxies, dragons, and whatever else ran around a magical world.

When Draco Malfoy was eight, he’d come to the conclusion that he absolutely loathed it; and that he would’ve preferred to sleep in a crib all his life instead of waking up to the sight every morning.

And when he was eleven, after his first night of detention in the forbidden forest, he’d written his parents a lengthy letter which had immediately pestered them to get up and put some heavy curtains up.

In his thirteenth year of life, a little family had come to visit from America. Just a mother, father, and daughter who his mum had let slip he may want to open his window and impress a little.

“Draco Lucius Malfoy, you are not some creature who will only survive if he may never see a pinch of sunlight. I know you hate it honey, but just for today, will you?”

He didn’t see why it had to be some big deal. How their getting a feel of the atmosphere of England before deciding if they wanted to relocate or not had anything to do with his family; given he’d never heard of them. Or how it had anything to do with his room, given that he was a teenage boy who had things better to do than giving a tour of his living space.

But with a sigh, he finished making his bed, threw his bear the same age as him into his wardrobe, fluffed his pillows a bit, and finally placed the dark, heavy fabrics onto their holders, letting every piece of life flood into the previously lamp powered room.

He’d met the girl just a month younger than him that day, who told him with her brown skin, and brown eyes, and brown twists tied into two low buns on the side of her, how much she admired how he could be so close to the forest. How she was so envious of how he could simply open his window to a world that smelled like fresh bark and pure air, and how when it rained it had to look absolutely beautiful.

“I swear, it’s like a scene from a film I’ve seen. I had my dad capture it and get it put into a frame for me. If you look at it long enough you can see the birds moving around on some branches. Seeing it in person is much better in my opinion.”

He was shocked at how she talked about it, how she could look at something he thought as hideously frightening, and find some beauty in it.

He opened his blinds just more than a crack every day since then, something unfamiliar fluttering inside him with the thought that whenever he did, maybe she’d know and be as happy and flaunt that pretty smile she did when she was there sitting on his bed and looking around his walls.

Her scent of coconut, shea butter, and some tropical shampoo fusion he could smell from her hair lingered there. Along with the undeniable red brisk all over his pale face, after they’d talked for two hours straight about everything and anything that came to mind, starting when her eyes lingered on his jersey thrown on one of his chairs since he’d unpacked and fact that she preferred some random muggle sport, volleyball, over quidditch.

The irony in his remark, that he just couldn’t imagine tossing around a rubber ball for thirty minutes more exhilarating than quidditch, was just what set off that laugh. That upbeat, stomach-tingling laugh that he kept trying to make happen those two hours before dinner.

But she wasn’t a mind reader. Or some seer like Professor Trelawney claimed she had been for the past; well he didn't know how long she’d been teaching at Hogwarts. And neither was he, based upon the time it took him to work up the courage to follow up with her, not knowing if her feelings were just the same.

Two mornings later, he sat down at his desk with just a pinch of sunlight gleaming off of the sheer black bubbles in his ink, and wrote a letter to her.

Excusing both the wait and the fact that he was writing it in the first place, with some sarcasm. That he had to ‘really consider’ if they’d be good friends at Hogwarts if her parents would say yes to the move.

On his seventeenth birthday, he snuck the both of them away from their friends who had easily become hers too from the years spent at Hogwarts by his side, and their families who had felt like they’d gone through some kind of mergence.

Running through the corridors, twisting and turning until they arrived at the dark and pristine wooden door on the left side of the third floor of Malfoy Manor.

At that moment, he felt happy. Unbelievably so.

Not only because he was holding her hand, small and soft and warm in his, and her laugh was ringing through his reddened ears, but that she wasn’t a mind reader like he’d wished so, some years ago.

Draco would be terrified, honestly. If she knew just how much he stared at her face during lessons, her eyes when she spoke to him, and hands whenever they’d brush against his, or hold his like it was now.

And especially now since he could finally pinpoint what exactly that overwhelming uncomfortableness was that made him want to throw up his insides and. . . hand them to her?

No. No, he would absolutely not tell her that; that he had some desire to hand himself to her like he had no common sense – Well, he did actually. But not in whatever grotesque way his mind formulated it in. He just, he knew it was good.

A good feeling of nerves when he’d watch the quirk of her two tone lips from across a classroom, to figure out if she was passionate about whatever the instructor was going on about or if she’d have him relay the whole lesson later in the day. The expressions they’d exchange when their social batteries had run out in groups of people and organized excuses they’d come up with to get out of the situations.

Oh and the thing that tugged at his beating heart the most, how she’d held him. When his mum and dad were getting into endless arguments and making sure he knew even when he thought he had escaped to Hogwarts, she’d let him lay his head on her and cry until her shirt was heavy and sticking to her shirt with salty tears.

He’d fall asleep on her, curled up like that five year old in the crib as he breathed in the comfort of her. And she’d never let him apologize, she said that he shouldn’t feel like there was something about the situation to feel sorrow about. He was hurt. And crying was a great response compared to keeping it all in.

And she let him hold her. When she was homesick, wishing to see the friends she was so close with while they were running around, not once so bothering to chat when she’d be there a whole two months out of the bloody summer, owl a small letter, or even respond to her efforts more than once every month they decided to remember.

“Talking to you is one of the easiest things I’ve ever done [ your name ], they're just shitty people who don’t deserve someone like you.”

Or when she was cold and tired in those Slytherin dungeons, he was the first warm body she’d sneak to. He knew what it was when his nose was ticking her neck one of those nights, both of them wide awake.

“I think you’re my favorite person in the world Draco, I feel so comfortable around you. You know, it doesn’t even feel like comfort even more. Like, like maybe something else? Something more than comfort? I dunno how to put it into words.”

She followed up slow, twisting around after a few silent seconds, facing him uneasily, “. . .Does that sound too intense?”

The knots in their stomachs were rolling right off each other, as his arms stayed wrapped around her waist, and her hands, placed on his chest, tapping a slow and tender beat on the platform.

“It’s not too intense if I feel the same way, is it?”

“No. I don’t think it is.”

Was that too big for them? Was love too big of a word for seventeen year olds? Was she even in love with him? Or was she just telling her best friend how best friends were supposed to feel about each other? He didn’t know what to think, when they were sitting on his bed again, looking at that big scary forest.

“I love this view, you know?” she whispered, teeth shining as she looked through his window a few feet away from his bed.

“I do.” He hummed his response.

The old glass was riddled with tear-shaped droplets, getting heavier and heavier until they eventually fell and raced down to weave themselves through the old yellowing brick of the manor.

His window was open ever so slightly, to let in that scent of pure air and fresh bark she’d described when they were twelve. He’d done that a few times already, when it was those dull summer days where they were an ocean apart because she was visiting family. A resulting small puddle left on his window sill left. He hoped it would rain every day those sixty something days so that he could have an excuse to think about her a little more.

He learned to like it. To see those trees as something beautiful instead of so ugly since he was just a little boy. To remind him that there were things beyond them, places like Hogwarts he held as a second home, and people like [ your name ], who made him feel like he was floating around in a cloud.

“hmm?” She turned at him wondrously, eyebrows furrowing softly as her eyes doed at him, a warm shot to his heart. Just a few soft movements until their noses could be brushing against each other, and another three or four until their lips would too.

“When you were uh, first here, you said how much you liked the view and how nice you thought it would look when it rained, so uhm, here it is, just for you,” he explained bashfully, evidently starting to get embarrassed at the idea that she had completely disregarded the encounter.

“Do you really remember that Draco?”

Her voice was lighter than he thought it would be, heat radiating hotter off of her face than a wildfire.

He nodded softly.

“And just for me?”

As faint the tease was in her voice, upward inflection at the end of the question as she took those movements, the tip of his straight sloped nose brushing against the right side of her face, as she adjusted herself to avoid the discombobulation that threatened them.

“Of course, I’d – I’d do a lot more for you too [ your name ], you know that don’t you?”

She pressed her lips together, humming a laugh against him faintly, “Well then uhm, I know it’s your birthday party and all, but in that case asking one more thing right won’t hurt then?”

Tenderly, she twisted over his body, picking out a piece of frosting out of his hair Blaise had swiped there earlier. He took the chance, the other three or four movements as he laid that arm right on his shoulder, letting go of her other to hold her face. Their lips were touching now, and he could almost taste the vanilla on her tongue.

“Anything, [ your name ], anytime.”

“Kiss me, please.”

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POTION LESSON SHENANIGANS — draco malfoy x f! reader

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SUMMARY: your attempt to cheer up an upset draco.

A/N: just a short oneshot of draco while i'm writing some longer ones.

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YOUR EYES GRAZED the instructions on the textbook that laid open in front of you.

you huffed in concentration as your eyes shifted between your cauldron and the photo inked onto the textbook.

draught of living death, as professor slughorn had instructed your class of fifth years to brew. the instructions on the textbook were unclear and vague, adding confusion to your already flustered self.

you attempted to cut the sopophorous bean with the dagger provided but it was like trying to cut through stone.

your eyes felt tired after straining them for the last hour and so you picked your head up from its previous downward position, your joints popping as you did.

you peered over to draco, who was stood opposite of you. his brows were scrunched into a harsh furrow as stirred his cauldron.

draco had been awfully quiet this school year, not that you were really close to him in the first place.

being in the same house and a fellow pure blood slytherin, you and draco never had issues.

he had also been in most of your classes since first year. you weren’t friends per se, acquaintances? maybe.

but it was obvious to all that draco malfoy was no longer the same after the start of sixth year. he used to make obnoxious comments during lessons or outwardly curse at halfbloods and muggle-borns alike.

you figured it was due to the rumours of voldemort’s return that resulted in his sudden change into gloominess.

you didn’t know what to believe of voldemort’s return. on one hand, you didn’t want to believe what potter said because he was potter and you had some unspoken vendetta against him and his obnoxious friends. however, your father, who had fought alongside voldemort during the first wizarding war, had been been acting rather strangely when you returned home during the summer holidays.

nevertheless, those were adult problems you truly couldn’t be bothered to care that much about, you were 16 after all. all you wished to do was kiss boys and gossip.

while draco was right across from you, zabini and goyle were by your sides. they had been your assigned table mates since fourth year. you were usually a talkative bunch, always eager to fool around during lessons. yet draco’s sour mood was quite frankly dampening the mood and you weren’t having any of it.

wanting to cheer draco up and see at least a small smile on his face, you were determined to do something.

blaise and gregory were busy trying to cut their sopophorous beans while draco was staring blankly at the mess of vials and beakers in the middle of the table.

you then crouched down slightly, so your chin was just barely hovering over the surface. you purposefully placed your head in front of the oddly shaped vials and beakers and making silly face through them.

as a result, your reflection through the glasses from draco’s point of view were funny-looking and disproportionate.

“you’re ridiculous,” draco shook his head lightly, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

you could’ve jumped for joy at that but it wasn’t enough.

“oh come on then, give a laugh, would you?” you complained in a slightly whiney voice, rolling your eyes through the glass.

as you were about push yourself up to a fully standing position, you felt someone tap your shoulder rather harshly.

“miss y/l/n, would you wish to shared with me what is so fascinating about those empty vials? surely they cannot be more important than brewing your potion can it?” slughorn told you off in a strict tone.

draco had to bite the inside of his cheek and cover his mouth with his palm to hide the laugh that was threatening to come out.

your face quickly reddened in embarrassment as you muttered a soft apology to the professor, not being able to hold back the eye roll when he walked away to attend to another table of students.

once slughorn was out of earshot, draco pulled his hand away and threw his head back in a chuckle, having to hug the side of his tummy from the tickle of his funny bone.

your jaw dropped at the sheer audacity of the blonde boy.

“oh ha ha, hilarious isn’t it. cannot believe me getting scolded is that funny to you,” you grumbled when draco’s laughter had died down to a soft chuckle.

you frowned teasingly and threw some excess powdered root his way in retaliation.

even though you wanted to be annoyed at him, seeing draco smile for what felt like the first time since fourth year made it utterly impossible to.

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[malfoyscoffee]

birthdays and cakes

pairing: draco malfoy x reader

summary: you don't usually celebrate your birthday, so your friends try to make it your best birthday ever (fluff, slightest angst)

warnings: mentions of busy parents

notes: takes place during fifth year, no established relationship, might make a part 2?

6:02 pm

“Finally, in a few hours, our lovely Y/N will be 16!” Pansy clapped her hands together in delight, excited for your birthday.

“Oh Pansy, it's not that serious.” You shrug while picking at your food.

You were a transfer student from Drumstrang, so this was indeed the first birthday you would spend at Hogwarts.

The moment you were placed into Slytherin, Draco approached you and befriended you into his group of friends. Ever since, you have grown closer with all of them.

Mattheo puts his fork down, “But Y/N, this is your first time celebrating your birthday with us!”

“He’s right,” Theodore started, “we should stay up till midnight since we don't have class tomorrow anyway.”

You looked up at your friends, knowing they wanted to cheer you up.

It was this morning when you received your monthly letter from your parents. They wrote that you should study harder to keep up your—currently perfect—grades, along with how they were going on another business trip to America.

They wrote about everything but your birthday.

This was nothing new, after all, they were always busy during your previous birthdays.

Blaise joined in, “If it makes you feel any better, we all had our gifts bought last month because someone,” he looked over at Pansy, “wanted to start gift shopping early.”

You turned to Pansy who simply grinned, “Oh, come on, you didn't have to spoil the surprise, Blaise!”

Pansy playfully slapped Blaise’s shoulder while you, Mattheo, and Theodore laughed.

The laughter died down and you spoke, “By the way, where's Draco?”

Draco Malfoy, your best friend. You would consider him the closest person to you in all of Hogwarts.

You haven't seen the blond a lot this week, mostly during classes. After classes ended, instead of him hanging out with you, he would leave the common room and not come back all night.

Two days ago, he returned late at night to the common room, passing by your group of friends while his dark robes were covered in some white powder. You asked what was wrong as he bee-lined towards the stairs, but he muttered something with a frustrated face; you haven't had a chance to talk to him since.

All the talk about your birthday made you start to feel excited, but you wanted Draco to be around too. But seeing how he has been the past week, you were starting to doubt he remembered your birthday.

You were too busy in thought to see the four of your friends sending eye signals to each other, each of them caught off-guard to give you an excuse.

Unlike Blaise exposing everyone’s early gift preparation, this was something that needed to be covered up.

Theodore cleared his throat first, “I think he's practicing more Quidditch. You know, since the season is starting soon.”

Mattheo added on, his food long forgotten, “You know how serious he is with beating every house, especially Gryffindor.”

“Oh,” you nodded your head “that reminds me, I'll see my first Hogwarts Quidditch match soon!” Your mood was suddenly lifted, thinking back to your old school’s Quidditch games. You always loved Quidditch and attended every game since you were a first-year at Drumstrang.

The moment you started to ramble to your friends about your favorite sport, you didn't hear the sighs of relief at your table.

11:50 pm

Pansy and Blaise were walking with you back to the common room. You just spent a few hours stargazing with them by the Black Lake.

Mattheo and Theodore said something about having to practice Quidditch with Draco too, which you didn't want to hold them back for. They made sure to tell you that they would meet the three of you back before midnight before they hurried off.

“We’re going to the Three Broomsticks tomorrow?”

“Of course, we’re going to have a birthday dinner. We always celebrate our birthdays there.”

You smiled, grateful to have wonderful friends. “It's not even my birthday yet, but thank you both for preparing so much. You guys know already, but I didn't celebrate my birthday during my childhood.”

Pansy and Blaise look at you with sadness, knowing about your life with your busy parents. It was a post-party hangout at Draco’s dorm when you opened up to all of them, partially because you were drunk, but also because you knew you could trust all five of them.

“Y/N, we’re your family too. We will always celebrate your day with you, so don't think too much about your parents.” You smiled at Blaise, grateful for his words.

The three of you finally reached the Slytherin common room. Although it was late, there were many students sprawled out of the room, hanging out with each other.

“Should we go check up on Draco?” Pansy asked, staring at her watch.

“Wouldn’t he be asleep?” You asked confused.

You assumed that since he was busy with Quidditch, he forgot about your birthday. The thought of him forgetting your birthday made you grow a bit sad, but you didn't want to make it a big deal.

Blaise started walking to the stairs, “He doesn't sleep early, come on.”

Pansy followed quickly behind Blaise, leaving you a little confused.

“Y/N!” Pansy yelled from the top of the stairs, “Let’s go!”

You grew confused but followed after your friends, walking up the stairs to Draco’s room.

“Pansy? Blaise? Where did you guys go?” You reached the top and did not see your friends.

You approached Draco’s dorm, knocking on the door.

“Draco? Are you in here?” You pushed the knob, stepping inside the dark room. You took two steps before there was a loud sound next to you, like something popping.

12:00am

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!”

The lights turned on and you looked around, Draco’s dorm decorated for your birthday. Green balloon letters were written ‘HAPPY 16TH BIRTHDAY’ and confetti was thrown all over the floor. There was also a stash of gifts in the corner of his room, definitely the one Pansy made them buy in advance.

You were immediately hugged by Pansy, “It’s midnight! The start of your big day!”

Blaise, Theodore, and Mattheo chuckled before all saying happy birthday to you.

You had never smiled so hard, feeling so grateful for all of your friends.

“What happened to Quidditch practice today?” You ask Theodore and Mattheo, assuming they must have decorated Draco’s room. However, it may have been the messy arrangement of the balloon letters that gave it away. 

Mattheo looked at you with wide eyes, “That was a lie. Sorry, we tried to have you distracted to prepare this.”

You let out a laugh, “It’s okay, wait a minute, then what about Draco’s practices?”

The group felt silent, not before looking behind you at the currently opened door “If your practices were a lie, then was Draco’s-”

“Happy Birthday, Y/N” A voice interrupted your own.

You turned your body to the door, and a smiling Draco entered the room. Looking at his hands, he held a green cake with a single lit candle on top. It spelled out ‘Happy Birthday Y/N’ in frosting.

“Draco? What is this?”

“Well, snake's out of the bag,” Draco said standing in front of you.

Pansy went to stand beside you first, “But before, let’s sing first!”

The others agreed and started to sing you a happy birthday, Mattheo’s off-pitch voice making you laugh the whole time. When they finished you smiled, closing your eyes to make to make a wish before blowing out the candle.

“Yay!” Mattheo screamed excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Let’s go down to the common room to eat!” Theodore suggested, leaving the room to race Mattheo.

The rest of you four laughed, following them quickly.

“So,” you started, “did Draco have practice this week?” You sat down on the couch as your friends surrounded you.

Draco grinned, “You’ve caught me. I made your cake myself.” Your eyes widened in surprise as he put the cake down for Pansy to cut it.

“You thought Pansy reminding us a month in advance to buy gifts was insane? Draco spent the entire week learning how to bake a cake for your birthday.”

Draco took a seat next to you on the couch, hiding behind you as Blaise and Mattheo teased him further.

“Is that true?” You asked Draco, who shrugged his shoulders as if it was nothing.

“Have the first slice, Y/N” Pansy passed you a slice on a plate that she somehow prepared while you were too shocked.

“Come on, tell us if it’s bad!” Mattheo said from the couch across from you, earning a smack in the head from Blaise.

You took a bite and it seemed like the cake was baked by a professional. You savored the taste and smiled, “It's delicious!”

That was all it took for Mattheo and Theodore to beg Pansy for slices, while Blaise was busy helping her cut the cake.

“Thank you, Draco, I didn't know.” He put his arm around your shoulder, leaning closer to you.

“I’m happy you love it, and that the cake didn't taste bad.” You laughed as you kept eating the cake.

“Y/N,” Blaise said, all your friends now settled down with cake slices except Draco, “You don’t understand. Not only did he learn how to bake that cake, he asked all of us to taste test it each time..”

A realization hit your eyes, “Is that why you were all sick a few days ago? It was his previous cakes?”

All your friends laughed as Draco hid his face in your neck embarrassed.

“At least it tastes wonderful now.” Mattheo munched on his cake slice with a smile, “Draco, you need to bake all of us birthday cakes now.”

Draco shook his head, before looking at you.

“Only for Y/N’s birthdays.”

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[bettymylove]

Sacred Space

pairing: mattheo riddle x reader

content: pure fluff, based on this ask

a/n: hope you like this lovey<33

"for the love of merlin, how does anyone not know where she's gone off to?" mattheo was frustrated at this point he wanted to rip his hair off,he wanted to see you,hug you,hold you and never let you go specially not after today.

you on the other hand were nothing more than just a big cacoon forming a little ball just under your bed, your safe place hiding yourself with the sheets.

if someone wanted to take an example of what a bad day looks like then they very well could use the eventful day of y/n l/n.

she did what she always did after such days which was hiding in her sacred space and cutting everyone off but of course since you had just recently become mattheo's girlfriend he didn't know your routine.

you didn't know how to tell him, you were still shocked he was your boyfriend, that you could be that vocal about your feelings to someone.

it was a strange feeling, but the best one you had ever felt.

someone barged in your dorm and you knew from the harsh footsteps that it was your beloved.

"y/n if you're here please come out darling,just-" his voice broke and so did your heart out of guilt for not telling him anything.

"please" he begged once again and you decided to finally come out.

"mattheo" you said in a gasp just before sniffing, you didn't know it was possible that a person could walk so fast but he proved you wrong hugging you as if you were about to slip away and he was the holding on the last remnants he had of you.

"where were you?" he asked in a soft voice as to not startle you.

"I had a bad day" you replied just as softly.

"do you want to talk about it?" and you shaked your head no, hugging him tighter than before.

and there you were in your newly found sacred space and luckily it was the arms of your beloved.

[cloudybarnes]

bad idea right?

Pairing: theodore nott x reader

Summary: after theo breaks up with you, he pledges to make things right and do anything necessary to win you back. however, you are determined to make him work if he wants to win you over again aka part two to new beginnings

Word Count: 2.3k

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a/n: LONG AWAITED PART TWO WOOHOOOO also this could be read as a solo instead of a part two if you really wanted, but here's part one in case you wanna read that as well ;)

✰  ✰  ✰

“Please don’t tell me you got back together with him!” Ginny groaned. She sat on the edge of your bed as Hermione braided your hair for the night. 

“No, I didn’t get back with him. I told him if he really wanted to prove it to me, then he could.” 

“So you’re thinking of getting back with him.” She said disapprovingly. Hermione chuckled from her seat in the bed behind you. She was working on doing dutch braids in your hair. 

“I think it’s fine, Gin,” Hermione said. “It’s not as if she’s going to jump back in bed with him.”

You waggled your eyebrows teasingly to Ginny. She gasped and swatted your shoulder. “That’s so not funny, (Y/N/N). Just because you think he’s sexy doesn’t mean you should get back with him.”

Theodore broke up with you very unexpectedly. He barely even had a reason for breaking up with you, which left you heartbroken and devastated. You were in bed for a few days, had a good cry, and then you were back. 

Theo had tried to mend the broken bond between your relationship, but you just couldn’t bring yourself to take him back that easily. Your ego was high, and you knew you would be kicking yourself if something like that happened again right when you took him back. 

“Don’t worry, Ginny. If he really wants me back, he’s gonna have to work for it. He knows that.”

“Alright,” Hermione said as she tied off the end of your hair. “All finished. Your hair’s gonna look so good tomorrow.”

“Theo better be drooling when you see him,” Ginny said, “if not, I’ll give him a different reason to drool.” She made a motion of punching her fists together, insinuating she would punch him in the mouth. 

You chuckled. “Hopefully there won’t be any blood drawn. I don’t think he’d really wanna go through all the trouble if it just got him a busted lip.”

“Oh no,” Ginny grinned, “it would be more than just a busted lip. I’ve got five brothers, I’m known to throw a mean punch or two.”

“Lights out girls!” The prefect yelled as she knocked on your bedroom door. 

Ginny rolled her eyes. “Alright, I’ll see you guys at breakfast. But for real, if Theo tries anything you know I’m right there for you.” 

You smiled, grateful to have a friend as awesome as her. “Yeah, Gin, I know. Thank you.” 

She smiled, “night guys.”

You two said your good nights as Hermione moved from your bed to her own. 

“What do you think he’ll do tomorrow?” You asked Hermione as she shut off the lights. You pulled the covers close to your body, waiting for her response. 

“I’m not sure,” she replied, getting comfy in her own bed. “Hopefully something sweet. He’s got a lot of making up to do if he wants to get back on our good side.”

You smiled softly, “yeah, you’re right. Night, ‘Mione.”

“Goodnight.”

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The next morning at breakfast, the owl dropped a letter in front of you.

“What’s that?” Ron asked, his mouth filled with food. 

Ginny slapped him on the shoulder. “Don’t talk with your mouth full. Honestly, you act like you were raised in a barn.”

“We were raised in the same house, you know.” He pointed. 

“What a shame that was,” she replied. 

You chuckled at their banter, and ripped open the seal on the letter. 

“What’s it say?” Hermione asked. 

You scanned over the words before you read them aloud. “It says,

(Y/N), 

I hope you know how much you mean to me. I was a fool to break things off with you. I only hope one day you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me. 

Forever yours,

Theo”.

“Forever yours?” Ginny squealed. “That is so romantic.” 

Hermione raised her brow quizzically. “Weren’t you the one telling her not to get back with him?”

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I can have mixed feelings about this. He breaks her heart but then he writes her a love letter. It’s got me confused, okay?” 

You chuckled. “I think it’s cute. It’s not gonna win me back, but it was an alright effort.”

“Oooh, what a burn,” Harry chuckled. “Poor bloke must’ve forgot how stubborn you are.”

You shook your head with a smile, “nah, he didn’t forget. If I know anything about Theo, he’s just getting started.”

“So, (Y/N/N),” Ron said, “do you want to get back with him or what’s going on with this?”

You shrugged. “I mean, obviously I still love him. It just sucks what he did and I don’t think he should be able to get off the hook that easily. He shouldn’t be forgiven for breaking my heart just because he writes a little letter.”

“I love you for that,” Ginny said as she nodded her head. 

“Hey, (Y/N/N).”

Looking behind you, you could see Enzo give a sheepish smile and a small wave. 

You grinned, “Hey Enzo, how are you? Sorry about yesterday, by the way, Theo’s a little crazy sometimes.”

He chuckled and awkwardly rubbed his hand through his hair. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. But, yeah, no, Theo and I are all good. He apologized last night and told me all about his plans to woo you.”

You chuckled with a roll of your eyes. “Go figure.” 

“Yeah,” he smiled, “anyway, I just wanted to come by and resume how we were before, you know, the whole break up thing, and drop off this book I think you’ll like.” 

Enzo pulls out a book from his satchel and hands it to you. 

“Coraline?” You asked as you flip it around and skim over the synopsis. 

“Yeah, it’s kind of spooky and psychological which I think you’ll really enjoy.”

You grinned up at him, “that’s perfect. Thank you, Enzo.” 

He sent a tight lipped smile, and nodded before turning away and walking back to the slytherin table. 

“I like Enzo,” Ginny said with a dreamy look on her face. 

You rolled your eyes with a smile. “Go get him then. He’s a sweetie.” 

“You guys and those Slytherin boys,” Ron shakes his head with a scoff. “Not even that cute, I’ll tell ya.”

“Oh, what?” Ginny asked sassily, “like you’re cute?”

“I think Ron’s cute,” Hermione winked at her boyfriend. 

“Ugh, barf,” Ginny said. 

The bell rang. You all stood to gather your things for first class. 

“We’ll see you guys later,” you smiled as Hermione and you walked out to your shared first class. 

“That was a pretty cute letter,” Hermione said as the two of you started walking down the hall. 

“Yeah, I think it was sweet, but like I said, he can’t win me back that eas-“

“Excuse me?” Someone tapped your shoulder. 

Stopping, you and Hermione turned to see a younger Slytherin boy, presumably a first year, standing before you. 

“Uh, yes?” You asked confused, “do you need help with something?”

“Um, Theodore says I have to carry your satchel and books for you.” The first year stood awkwardly. 

“Oh, uh, that’s okay, you really don’t have to.” You blushed, a little embarrassed that Theo would make a first year cater to you. 

“I have to.” He said adamantly. “Theodore said he’ll set me up with this hot girl I like if I carry your books for you.” 

Hermione snickered from next to you. You turned back to her, a bewildered smile on your face as you tried not to laugh.  

“Well,” you said as you handed the young boy your satchel. “I can’t be the one to stop your true love, now can I?”

The boy grinned as he held on to your satchel as well as his. 

“Theodore is crazy,” Hermione remarks as you continue walking to your next class. The boy followed behind the two of you all the way to your first period. 

As soon as your classroom came into view, you could see Theodore standing there with a bouquet of flowers in hand. He grinned a devilish thing as he saw you approach. 

“I’ll meet you in there,” Hermione said with a knowing smirk. 

You walked up to Theo. He was beautiful as ever, but even he knew that wouldn’t get him anywhere. 

“Hi (Y/N).” He smiled at you then turned to the kid. “I’ll take it from here. I’ll have my guys put in a good word with Maizy for you.”

The kid nodded his head and smiled as he ran off. 

Theo threw your satchel over his shoulder and held out the beautiful assortment of flowers towards you. “For you, to say I’m sorry for being a douchebag and an idiot and a stupid motherfucker. All in the words of Draco by the way. Never knew how much he liked us together.” 

You chuckled and grabbed the flowers out of Theo’s hand. “Thank you.”

He smiled and shoved his hands in his pockets. “So, have you thought about what I said yesterday?” 

You sighed. “Of course I’ve thought about it Theo. Just like I’ve thought about how much you broke my heart when you dumped me.”

“Okay, I deserved that.” 

You chuckled. “Yeah. Thank you for the flowers, Theo. And… I still care about you, I just need time to figure this all out. I can’t just forgive you that fast when you broke my heart, just  last week!”

Theo sighed, “I know. I know! Fuck! I know I fucked up, baby, but I am going to do everything I can to win you back. I’ll wait for you. I’ll wait as long as it takes, baby, I swear it to do. The boys are down my back yelling at me for how hard I screwed everything up. They think I’m stupid, and I think I’m stupid too for letting you go. I promise you, I will do everything it takes for you to trust me again, mi amore.”

Your eyes softened. Theo knew exactly how to make your heart soar. 

“Theo…” 

“No, baby,” he shook his head. “You take your time. I’m gonna be here whenever you decide if you want to forgive me or not. Hopefully you decide you do want to forgive me.” He chuckled awkwardly. 

You matched his awkward laugh. “Well, thanks again for the flowers. They’re very pretty.” 

Theo smiled and nodded before turning around and walking away. 

✰  ✰  ✰

Later that night, you sat in the library studying for your Herbology final. Ginny and Hermione offered to help you study, but you knew you’d be here too late to want to burden them. 

As you flipped through the pages of your herbology book, you tried your best to take down any notes that you thought would be important. 

Your stomach growled. 

“Knew that was inevitable.” 

When you looked up from your textbook, you could see Theo sheepishly smiling as he held two trays from the cafeteria. 

“What was?” You asked with a smile. You cleared some papers to make space for Theo to sit down. 

He grinned and placed the trays on the table as he took his seat next to you. 

“Knew you would forget to eat while you studied for this exam.” 

You chuckled and peered over to see what Theo brought you to eat. Ham, potatoes, and stuffing from the dining hall. 

“Thank you, Theo. That’s really sweet of you.” 

He slid a tray closer to you, and you eagerly picked up the provided fork and dug in. 

Theo chuckled as you scarfed down your food. “Pretty hungry?”

You nodded as you finished chewing. Theo smiled to himself and started to take a few bites of his potatoes. 

“You’re being awfully sweet to me, Theo.” 

“Haven't I always been sweet to you, darling?”

“Well, yes. But that was before.”

Theo sighed. “I know I screwed up royally. I’m trying to make up for my mistakes. I’m still the same boy I was just a few months ago. I had a lapse in judgment and that cost me the best thing in my life.”

You frowned. “Theo…”

“Don’t you miss me, (Y/N/N)?” Theo shifted to face you straight on. He nervously leaned forward on the table, staring into your eyes, waiting for your response. 

“…of course I miss you, Theo. How could I not? You’re everything to me, and I’m just so scared of something like that happening again.”

“(Y/N),” Theo started. He tentatively grabbed your hands in his. “I promise you, with everything in me, if you decide to take me back I will never hurt you or disappoint you ever again. You have my word mi amore.” 

You were conflicted. You miss Theo like crazy. You couldn’t help it. No matter what you said to your friends about him having to work hard for you, it tore you apart every time you saw him knowing you still weren’t together. You missed being his. 

“Okay,” you said. 

“Okay?” Theo’s face lit up. “You-you’re giving me another chance?”

“Yeah,” you softly smiled, “I miss my boy.”

Theo grinned and yanked you toward him, engulfing you in a hug—one you’ve been waiting days for. You missed him. You missed being held by him. 

You held around his neck tightly, scared to let go. You never realize how much you craved his touch when it was gone.  

Theo buried his face in your hair, breathing in your scent. “God, I’ve missed you.” 

You smiled and pulled back. Theo smiled back at you. Slowly, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his in a warm, longing kiss. Your hands rested on his cheeks, his on your waist as you kissed with all the love stored up between you. 

When he pulled away, Theo stayed close with his forehead rested against yours. “I promise you baby, I’m here for good.” 

“You better be.” 

[atypicalamortentia]

I Made A TikTok For Imagines!!

[zriasstuff]

Them watching you get ready <3

Slytherin boys x reader fluff headcanons (warning:delulu asf)

the collage isn’t the best, but at least you have all 6 faces now

It’s date-night, but you seem to be taking quite some time to get ready…

Tom Riddle:

Let’s be honest for a second and admit that if you were taking your sweet sweet time, he’d curse at you because everything has to go according to his schedule (i even doubt that he’d do the whole “date-night” thing, but that’s a separate issue)

He’d turn more impatient by the second and barge into your dorm/bathroom without knocking

Tom would rush you so badly and keep telling you to hurry up while rolling his eyes

While you’re doing your makeup he’d pick up each product with disgust and tell you that you look just fine

When you tell him that you need more time, he tells you that there wouldn’t be a date anymore if you didn’t follow him, besides he’d lecture you on your poor time management

Eventually he drags you out with him and dryly compliments you like “see, i told you you look good” (but innerly he enjoyed that you put in effort and wanted to look good for him, even if it took some time)

Mattheo Riddle:

He wouldn’t rush you when you tell him you need more time, instead he’d take advantage of watching you get ready

When you choose your clothes, he’d encourage you to do a little fashion show for him and he would tell you that you looked perfect in every single one

He would tell you to choose a short and tight dress though, we all know why ;)

During make-up he is totally one of those guys who say “it’s all the same shade”, and in reality it’s like maroon and bright red

As a joke he’d also apply some of the products, but wipe them off immediately because he feels too emasculated

When you ask him if you could do make-up on him some day he’d simply reply “sure, but then i would get to do whatever i want with you”

Draco Malfoy:

When you offer him to watch you get ready, since you still aren’t done, he immediately accepts

Draco totally loves seeing you get ready too because during your relationship he has spoiled you so much that half your closet/vanity is basically from him

Since he grew up close to his mother, he has actually spent a lot of time in his childhood going to barbers/salons/boutiques with her

So from that he has gained excellent taste, even helps you with styling your hair, and helps you pick out accessories

He knows how long this stuff can take, so he just takes the time to make you feel beautiful and confident, showering you with compliments and pecks “you look so good in the things i buy you darling”/“you are always so gorgeous and sexy”

Theodore Nott:

He wouldn’t mind that you were not on time, the date started the second he saw you, so you getting ready was just time that you could spend together too

You are afraid it takes away the surprise factor at first, but it’s not a big deal to him

When you start to change into different outfits, he’s always there to help you undress/unzip the dresses, taking the opportunity to smoothly move his hands down your body

That would just eventually turn into a makeout session though, you just couldn’t resist when he was being that touchy and ravishing too

It takes quite some time for you to actually get ready in the end because he always distracts you in the process, but in the end you would both have had a fun time

Blaise Zabini:

He’d be quite chill and sit on your bed when you tell him to wait, just watching you get ready at your vanity

He would maybe be a little bit annoying—asking you every three seconds if you were ready to go, and he would say “you literally look the same as always, what’s the point of all this”

Eventually he liked watching you more and more though, notice the difference, and carefully pay attention to everything you did

He’d learn to appreciate both your natural and “full-glam” beauty and just observe you with interest

As soon as you were done he’d immediately kiss you (ruining your lip-combo sadly) and his lips would be stained, and he’d be smiling, fascinated by your beauty

Lorenzo Berkshire:

When you tell him to wait outside, he’d respect that at first, but would grow impatient eventually

So, he goes up to you and tells you that he would like to be a part of the process

Opposite to Mattheo, he’d actually be down to you putting make-up on his face for fun (he’s fully convinced that he could pull anyone with or without makeup)

To be honest, he didn’t care much about what you put on because you looked hot in his eyes either way, but he knew the more interested he acted the more appreciative you’d be

Looking at you with puppy-eyes at all times is his specialty, and when you’re finally done he looks at you like you’re an angel fallen from heaven

[mrsmikaelsxn]

A Malfoy And A Potter

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pairing: draco malfoy x female potter reader

warnings: fluff, kissing

summary: you and draco have been dating in secret but the secret comes out when you two attend the yule ball together

a/n: i am so sorry i have not posted in forever, i've just been busy with school and work, and trying to catch up on my reading goal for the year! it's almost summer break so i should be posting more again :)

song: sleigh ride - the ronettes

You were currently pushed up against the wall by your boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.

His lips roam the smooth skin of your jaw and throat. Peppering you with loving kisses while you play with his hair.

Both of you are breathing heavy and he brings his lips back up to your mouth as he kisses you. You let out a satisfied hum and put your hands on his chest.

You gently push him back a bit and he looks at you. "What's wrong, love?"

"Someone is going to see us," you whisper.

"Hm, well that sucks for them," he grins and kisses you again.

You push him and laugh, "I guess you're right," you smile.

"They're going to see us when we go to the ball tomorrow night, you do know that, don't you?"

"Well of course, I know that!"

Draco pulls you into his chest and rests his head on yours, "If Potter has a problem with you and me tomorrow, I'll be more than happy to practice some hexes on him," he glides his hand along your waist.

"There will be no practicing hexes, Draco," you pick up his hand and kiss it before walking out of his embrace.

"Boring!"

"Oh, don't be such a baby," you squeeze his cheeks. "Anyway, I'll be off to dinner now, you should come too," you start walking to the great hall and he follows you like a lost puppy.

You go in and sit with Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "Hello," you smile at them.

"Hi, Y/n," Hermione smiles.

"Hey, mate," Ron says.

"Greetings," Harry salutes you. You grin and salute him back.

"So, do you all have your dates?" You ask them. You already knew about Hermione's date, of course, you two are like sisters.

"Er- not exactly," Harry replies scratching the back of his neck.

"Same here," Ron sighs and drops his head onto the table. You cover your mouth to stop your laugh when he groans in pain.

"Welp, you two got under a day left," you clasp your hands.

"What about you?" Ron asks, "I've been wondering if you finally picked someone out of the two hundred people who asked you," he says with amusement.

"Oh don't be silly, Ron, it was not two hundred people!"

"Sorry- two hundred and seven," he corrects.

You roll your eyes, but it was true. You four have literally been tallying how many people have asked you, boys and girls. "Well, yes, I have a date."

"Really? Who?" Hermione asks.

"I suppose you'll have to see tomorrow," you exclaim with a smile.

You were in your room getting ready for the ball, slightly panicking. Hermione was already dressed and now helping you. "Y/n, you don't need to be nervous," she says as she helps with your hair.

"I know but-"

"No buts. You are perfect and you dance amazingly! Your date is very lucky," she smiles.

You relax a bit and look at her through the mirror, "Hermione, have I mentioned how much I love you?"

"Yes, yes you have," she takes her wand to finish your hair. You already did your makeup with some of her assistance. She claps her hands in excitement, "I believe it's time for the dress!"

You pick up the beautiful dark green gown. You had bought Draco a matching tie when you picked the dress out.

You put the dress on and flatten out some wrinkles.

"You look stunning!" Hermione squeals.

"You mean that?"

"Of course! Now, let's head to the ball!" Hermione links her arm with yours. You two make your way to the entrance when you start to panic again. For someone as well known and popular as you, you get social anxiety often.

"You go in first, I'm scared," you bite your lip nervously.

She sighs but nods. She gives you a quick smile with a thumbs up before she heads down the stairs and goes to her date, Viktor Krum. You peak through the curtain to watch. Ron's jaw drops when he looks at her and her date. He looks angry and you could almost laugh.

After pacing for two minutes you decided to just go down. You pull the curtain and try to sneak in without being noticed. Unfortunately, things don't always go the way you want.

There were an absurd amount of gasps as you made your way down the stairs, praying to Merlin that you didn't trip in your heels. The gaping gazes of the people there making you even more nervous.

You see Draco talking with his best friend, Blaise Zabini. Draco listens to his friend talk as he waits for you to arrive. He notices his friends eyes widened as his mouth opens a bit.

He furrows his brows and looks to see everyone staring at something. He looks and his eyes land on you. He feels all the air sucked out of him. He admires you and then snaps out of his trance and makes his way over you, who was smiling at him.

He holds out his hand and you place yours in his. He leans down to your ear and whispers, "I hope you know how ethereal you look, sweetheart," he pulls back and you blush. Another round of gasps fill the room and you hear a, "WHAT?!" You look over and see Harry rushing over to you two, "I- what in Merlin's name are you doing with Malfoy?!"

"Um, he's my date," you say.

Harry's jaw drops as his head goes back between the two of you. You laugh and shake your head.

Draco pulls on your hand, "I would appreciate a dance with my girlfriend while you continue gaping," he places his hand on your lower back and walks you to where people started to dance.

"GIRLFRIEND??!!"

[dreamcubed]

hp fanfic recs!!

hello all! i feel like i dont interact enough with this community, so here's some recs for you all (i do follow these people, on my main blog @emptytakeawaycup) give them a follow too!

mattheo riddle;

we aren't over (18+) - @slytherinslut0

summary; fwb gets jealous seeing you kiss another guy at a party after the two of you had called things off

this love - @wordsarelife

summary; mattheo finally asks you to be his girlfriend

let me ruin fuck you (18+) - @slytherinslut0

summary; worried that mattheo was just going to use you for sex and leave, you had him agree to courting you first until you felt you were ready to take it to the next level. after months of this, mattheo finally can’t take it anymore, and lands himself on his knees at your feet

theodore nott;

the cat chronicles - @obsessedwithceleste

summary; five times theodore nott *accidentally* stole your cat

darling socialite - @fangisms

summary; you are talkative as all hell, and theo has dubbed himself your devoted listener

just like your boyfriend - @angelfrombeneth

summary; you and theodore are the new it couple in hogwarts. theo's known for always causing up a stir but never you. at least you do yours in private. it isn't until your faced with skylar snaggle, the one girl you can't stand that you break that streak

too many nights - @priniya

summary; theodore nott spent too many nights, smoking and hanging out with matt’s little sister to not make her his girlfriend

second hand smoking - @evergone

summary; a short one where theo teaches the reader how to smoke

i'm [nott] a bad person - @evergone

summary; the reader and theo are accused of causing a fight, but they swear they didn't do it

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

fred weasley;

something that we're not - @sergeantbuckybarnes

summary; you and fred are friends. best friends. who happen to cuddle and sleep in bed together all the time

anything - @ibbythebee

summary; fred would do anything to see you, "hogwart's strictest prefect", loosen up

first time (18+) - @frenziedfireworks

summary; you've been trying to figure out how to bring up sex to your boyfriend...

george weasley;

blindsided - @desideriumwriter

summary; as the gryffindor quidditch team celebrates their win on the field, malfoy begins to openly throw insults in front of george and fred towards them, their parents, harry, and you. george isn’t able to ignore and shrug off his mockery. it only ends in a shocking altercation between the redheaded gryffindor and sneering slytherin

blaise zabini;

everything i'll ever need - @slytherinslut0

summary; your boyfriend whisks you away from the enchanting yule ball, blindfolding your eyes in mystery, alluding to a secret spot. though he suggests it's merely to show you something, what unfolds is a testament to his deep appreciation for your love of nature and a showcase of his genuine gentlemanly demeanour

a night at the museum - @pizzaapeteer

summary; where your boyfriend blaise takes you for your birthday to your favourite place

draco malfoy;

an unintended double date - @papercorgiworld

summary; enzo doesn’t want you ruining his date so he calls in back up to keep you busy, which leads to an interesting date

remus lupin;

remus can tell you have a crush on him - @luveline

remus and you exist in your own little bubble - @luveline

[rafesslxt]

slytherin boy‘s | how they get turned on

headcanon - this is my opinion, you do not have to agree with what i write

contains: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, draco malfoy, enzo bershire

— Mattheo Riddle —

everywhere and any time!! The list is long!

when you two are in class and you start concentrating so you slightly chew on the end of your pencil

when you smile and laugh - he would be so happy when you are carefree

when you wear his favorite color. Underwear or normal clothes, it doesnt matter. It makes you look so good in his eyes that he just wants to rip them off

when you get mad - damn, espacially when you talk in your native language

when you wouldn‘t talk to him so he would try and apologize while slowly kissing up and down your neck and shoulders

when you sat on his lap when no seats would be available. You all sat down in the train to hogwarts and as your friends saw that there was no space for you they started to scoop togethet but you would just let your ass fall down on mattheo‘s lap, smiling innocently at him

when you got turned on somehow while the two of you would stand seperated at a party, talking to your friends and he could see your desperate gaze at him

when you got drunk – he would never do anything with you under the influence but still he would get turned on on your loose tounge and words plus your touchy hands

when you do something sexy but smile innocently. Like you would bend over in class when he sat behind you, picking something up and then look over your shoulder back to him, smiling. Or you would make a ponytail, taking your time with it and again – smiling at him innocently, reminding him of how you got ready before –

when you got jealous. It wasn‘t just the fact that you got mad and that alone already turned him on, but he felt how much he meant to you and that he‘s important to you making him go even more ferral

when you took control – he was alway used to do things on his own, being tense all the time so when you did he felt so under your control it turned him on – especially in the bedroom

when you got into a fight with someone talking shit about him being the son of voldemort so you would come back with a bloody nose knocking on his door – just the tought of you hitting someone for him

— Theodore Nott —

when you talked to him a lot or read to him so he could stare at your soft plump lips moving

when you‘d come back from some sort of training, all sort of sweaty, out of breath and red face - got him going crazy

when you corrected him. The two of you would study together and after already staring at your lips he would raise his eyebrows at you correcting him. "oh so you‘re all smart and all shit now yeah? Let‘s see what you can use your smart mouth else for."

you touching him softly so he would get goosebumps all over his body

when you wear his clothes – especially after waking up and you just wearing his way too big shirts with only underwear under it but also when you would wear his hoodies on the weekends so everyone could see you‘re his

— Draco Malfoy —

when you wear his initials on a necklace he bought you or on your ring so everyone could see you belong to him

when you are confident in your own skin, chin always up. Showing everyone not to mess with you – he would be so proud too

when you would whisper gossip in his ear but not because of the gossip but because of the whispering and your hot breath on his ear

he always felt touch starved even If he‘s not so any kind of touching him would turn him on. Even something like you two laughing and joking and you touching his arm

— Enzo Berkshire —

to me he is the most shy of the group I‘m sorry ya‘ll i know there is a lot discussion about it

when he hears you ask him If you can be on top, riding him. His breathing would get heavier at the tought

generally when you are more dom and he‘s more sub – it would turn him on so much seeing you in control of hin

when you get touchy in front of his friends on a night out, party or just a little gathering – his cheeks would flame up so badly but at the same time it feels like a forbidden fruit to him in front of people

when you massage his scalp – he would get goosebumps all over his body and bite his lip while trying to control himself – failing of course

when you come back from some kind of training too like Theodore but also If he watches you and hears you groan in frustration – voice kink

when you kiss him – yes, so that‘s often. And no matter where you two are also.. in class, with his friends, his or your family

when you do things like grabbing his shirt to pull him in to kiss him, whispering and nibbling his ear, getting him flustered on porpuse with saying dirty things in his ear while friends are around

but also If you let him take completly control of you all tied up giving you to him

thanks for reading 🫶🏻

xoxo sarah <3