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winterssecrett · 2 months
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MORNINGS BY HIS SIDE | DRACO LUCIUS MALFOY
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ღ Draco Malfoy was a dream, and being able to sleep with him was a dream come true.
Or at least that's how Y/n saw it.
The curtains of the boy's room were open and a few rays of sun started to kiss the pale and soft skin of the Slytherin prince. In Y/n’s mind, he looked gorgeous, with his hair made a mess on top of the pillow, and his lips slightly open showing his calm breathing. God, she couldn't ask for anything else in life.
Sometimes she wondered how she had gotten so lucky.
Moving her eyes from her boyfriend's frame she turned around to look at the clock, it was 06:50 in the morning and they had classes at 08:00, the boy's alarms were gonna start sounding in a few minutes and she knew she was gonna get teased for being once again in Draco's bed.
But how could she not be there? If the boy begged her to stay every night cause he was used to not sleep alone.
Blaise's alarm started to sound annoying everyone in the room, Draco mumbled something in his sleep before hiding his face in his girlfriend's neck, he didn't feel like waking up, and no one was gonna change his mind.
“turn that shit off Blaise or I swear to god I will shove the clock in your mouth and make sure it comes out of your ass”
Mattheo wasn't the nicest person in the mornings, or ever, but they were all used to it by now. Theo moved his head to the other side of the room and let out a huff.
“non riesci nemmeno a dormire, lo so, per l'amor del cielo” (you can't even sleep now for fucks sake)
The noise stopped and Blaise locked himself in the bathroom, Draco started moving again, and Y/n left soft caresses on his back.
“Always bothering us” He murmured sleepily making her laugh
“We have class in an hour” she reminded him softly “We have to get ready”
The blonde shook his head in -no- “I have DADA on my first period, Snape can go suck my father's dick”
“Draco!” Y/n scolded, hearing Mattheo cracking up from his bed
“Sorry love” he quickly said, leaving a kiss on her lips “Why don't we stay here, just you and me, we can sleep a little bit longer and then have Dobby bring us breakfast to bed”
His proposal, his voice, his caresses on her waist, everything was making her say yes. How could she not? It was Draco Malfoy.
“Okay, fine,” Y/n told him watching a smile a pear on his face “But this is the last time”
The blonde nodded rolling his eyes, he started leaving kisses on her cheeks and then along her jaw and exposed neck.
“Fuck, I could never get tired of this”
She let out a laugh “I know, Dray, I know”
Blaise finally came out of the bathroom and Theo was quick to get up with his towel in hand ready to have a shower. Mattheo on the other hand walked to the window and pulled out a cigarette.
“Want some, Y/l/n?”
Draco didn't even let her answer.
“It's not even eight in the morning, Riddle, leave my girl alone”
She just smiled “Go back to sleep, babe, it's still way too early for you”
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Matteo: Hey baby! Why did the chicken cross the road?
Y/n: Why?
Matteo: To get to the idiot's house!
Matteo: Knock knock!
Y/n: Who's there?
Matteo: The chicken!
Y/n:
Matteo:
Y/n: I won't throw you out on one condition.
Matteo: What?
Y/n: Go tell that joke to Draco.
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eloravaleria · 3 months
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♡ missed you • draco malfoy ♡
cw // 18+, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), fingering
a.n // this is my first time writing fanfiction, especially smut, and english isn't my first language
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It was the last day of winter break. Many students were coming back from their time away. Draco's eyes immediately lit up when she entered the Great Hall. She smiled when she saw him. She approached him and his friends, greeting everyone kindly.
As soon as they finished eating, Draco and Elora left together. They walked through the halls of Hogwarts, arm in arm. Since Elora was the Head Girl, it meant that she had no roommates, something Draco and her took advantage of a lot.
When they arrived in her room, Draco immediately pushed her against the door and kissed her. "I missed you so much," he said in between kisses. He leaned down to kiss her neck, pulling sweet noises from her.
"I missed you too, Draco," she said, her voice trembling with pleasure. "I needed this," she said, panting between kisses. Her voice was so soft and sweet that he could have listened to her all day. "Please don't stop."
Draco didn't plan on stopping anytime soon. He was eager to have Elora to himself, having not seen her since winter break. He kneeled down in front of her and raised the skirt of her dress. He grabbed her thighs gently and kissed them.
Elora's cheeks were flushed, and her breath was shaky. Draco was doing everything right, making her feel good before moving forward, but she was getting impatient. She wanted more. Much more.
"Please," she gasped, looking down at Draco. "I want you right now." She was bold. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn't afraid to take it as soon as she could.
He grabbed the hem of her panties and slid them down her legs. Draco was eager to please her. He put her legs over his shoulders and kissed her inner thighs. She moaned softly at the feeling. His tongue darted out to lick a strip of her folds. He loved the noises it pulled from her.
Elora felt like she was in heaven. It was as if time had stopped and everything else in the world didn't matter. Only Draco and her were the important things at the moment. She couldn't stop making noises of pleasure.
Her hand went down to his head, holding him as he kept eating her out. She gasped when he pushed his tongue inside her. He held her thighs tightly as she squirmed against him. He pushed his tongue in and out of her, his nose rubbing against her clit as he did so.
He started sucking on her clit as his finger teased her entrance. "Please," she whimpered. He grinned slightly against her skin and slowly pushed his finger inside. He pushed it in and out for a moment, before adding another finger.
He switched between licking and sucking her clit as he fingered her, the pace gradually increasing. He knew exactly what she liked. He turned his head to kiss and nibble at her inner thighs, as he thursted his fingers inside her.
He sped up the pace when he felt her tense up, getting closer to her climax. He leaned in and started sucking on her clit again, wanting to bring her over the edge.
"Come on, love. Cum for me," he mumbled against her skin as he curled his fingers up, touching her gspot. Her head fell back against the door, mouth open wide but no sound coming out, as she finally climaxed. Her legs shooks in his hold as she tightened her grip on his hair. He kept licking her folds and fingering her, prolonging her orgasm.
She finally gasped loudly as she came down from her climax. "Draco!" She whimpered as she pushed on his head slightly, feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure.
He eventually stopped, pulling his fingers out and licking them clean. He set her legs back down and stood up. "I can't get enough of the way you taste," he said as he gently wrapped his hand around her neck to pull her in and kiss her softly. She moaned against his lips as she tasted herself on them.
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sunnylands-world · 1 year
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Deep in your skin
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Pairing: Draco x fem reader
Summary: nothing but pure smut there's no plot
Word count: 215
Warnings: p in v, of course you digging your nails in Draco's back, overstimulation, dirty talk
A/n:anddddd…I wrote something for it
|18+ content ahead|
It had been going on for hours. The bed could break with how hard and deeply his hips slammed into yours. The loud wet noise from your pussy and moans filled his room, your eyes glossy with tears from overstimulation. "Oh fuck that's it right there" he mumbles as your nails find there way in his skin, a scream leaving you as he found a place you didn't know you had. He hissed as you clawed at his pale skin most likely leaving marks that would be there for days. "Draco, oh my God!" you cried, your body moving in and up and down motion with the mattress as he continued his brutal thrust Into you.
You felt like you'd explode as the rise began to take over you. "You gonna cum again for me baby" he said with his head in your neck, kissing and sucking purple marks for you to find later. "yes! Yes!" You repeated as he hit your spot. He groaned as you tightened around him; His hips moved sloppily while he nipped at your ear. "Let go for me" he whispered, his heavy breath on your skin with the sound of his voice so intimately close threw you into the clouds. The waves of pleasure rushed from your fingers to your toes.
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thefifthmarauderstuff · 3 months
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|| “What could've been“||
Draco Malfoy x Pureblood Reader
Soooo my fyp is being all dracotok...again, so I made a Draco Malfoy scrabble^^. Hope you like it!!
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In the heart of wizarding society, where lineage and tradition reigned supreme, Draco Malfoy found himself navigating the intricacies of a world where expectations often outweighed personal desires. Amidst this backdrop, an unforeseen twist of fate introduced him to a captivating individual— Y/N Devereaux —a witch whose presence stood out amidst the polished facade of society.
Their initial encounters were steeped in formalities, exchanged pleasantries, and the rigid expectations of their families. Draco, with his familiar air of aloofness, and Y/N, graceful yet quietly defiant of societal norms, found themselves repeatedly crossing paths at various wizarding events.
At first, their interactions were confined to polite conversation, laced with the weight of their families' histories and the unspoken rules of their society. Yet, beneath the surface, there brewed an unspoken connection—a shared understanding that transcended the boundaries of their predetermined roles.
Y/N possessed a depth that intrigued Draco—a mix of resilience, intelligence, and an unwavering spirit that refused to be constrained by societal dictates. As Draco navigated the complexities of his own beliefs and the expectations placed upon him, Y/N's presence served as a gentle reminder of a world beyond the confines of tradition.
Despite the pressures surrounding them, a subtle shift occurred in their dynamic. Casual encounters turned into purposeful conversations, filled with shared laughter, moments of vulnerability, and glimpses of their true selves beneath the masks they wore for the world.
Draco found himself confiding in Y/N about his inner conflicts, the weight of family expectations, and the struggle to define his own path amidst the stringent guidelines set by his lineage. Y/N, in turn, shared her own aspirations, fears, and dreams—unveiling a side of herself that she rarely revealed to anyone.
As Draco and Y/N spent more time together, they discovered common interests and an unspoken understanding that blossomed into a genuine connection—one that neither could ignore nor deny. Their journey together wove a tale of finding solace and understanding in a world that demanded conformity.
"Another one of these insufferable gatherings. The same faces, the same pretenses."
"It can be tiresome, indeed Draco. But sometimes, within the monotony, there might be hidden moments worth discovering."
"Hidden moments? In a sea of shallow conversations and forced pleasantries?"
"Perhaps. But sometimes, beneath the expected facade, there are depths waiting to be explored you know."
Their conversations, once formal and veiled, gradually shifted to deeper topics, their words weaving a connection beyond the surface. Each encounter revealed more layers, unraveling the complexities of their personalities.
"I've never understood these traditions. They suffocate individuality, force us into roles we didn't choose."
"Traditions often clash with the desire for authenticity Draco dear, But within those constraints, there might be room to shape our own paths."
"You speak as if there's a way to break free from these chains love." He said, as he walked towards her, grabbing her hand and kissing it.
"Maybe not break free entirely, but navigate them in a way that lets us remain true to ourselves, You know that Love." She said as she carresses her love's cheek.
Their conversations, once tethered to societal expectations, ventured into contemplations of freedom and identity, fostering a mutual understanding of their shared struggle against the confines of their world.
"There's something different about you. You don't conform to the mold everyone expects."
"And neither do you, Draco. Beneath that exterior lies someone wrestling with their own desires and beliefs."
"I never expected to find someone who sees beyond the Malfoy name."
"Maybe that's because I look for the person behind the title, beyond the expectations."
Their dialogues, once laced with formality, evolved into honest exchanges, each word strengthening the connection between them.
"I've found comfort in our conversations,Y/N. I found comfort in You. You make these events bearable."
"You've provided solace for me in this world of constraints, Draco. Your perspective challenges my own. And I love that about you.“
"Perhaps there's a chance for something more between us."
"Maybe, in this world of rigidity, we've found a space to explore what could be."
Their talks, once cautious and restrained, hinted at a shared desire for something beyond the limitations of their circumstances.
Their journey together continued, conversations evolving from polite exchanges to shared confidences, laughter, and whispered hopes for a future where their love could thrive. Amidst clandestine meetings and stolen moments, their connection grew stronger, defying the boundaries imposed by their families and society.
Their love blossomed amidst clandestine meetings, stolen glances, and whispered conversations away from the prying eyes of their world. They navigated the delicate balance between their burgeoning affection and the pressures of their families' expectations, determined to carve out a path where their love could thrive.
In the end, what began as chance encounters in the meticulously crafted world of wizarding aristocracy evolved into a profound and unexpected love—one that dared to challenge tradition and rewrite the narrative of their predetermined lives. Draco and Y/N stood united, their love a testament to the resilience of the human heart against the confines of expectation and tradition. Together, they forged a future that honored their love, breaking free from the chains of society to embrace a life where their hearts could truly be at peace.
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badasgirlfriend · 8 months
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Everything for you
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pairing: draco malfoy x ravenclaw! fem oc
genre: angst
warnings: toxic relationship, jealosy, swearing, draco being a dick
a/n: i listened to i miss u im sorry while writing this, also this is my first draco imagine pls be nice :D
part 2?
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"Draco" the young ravenclaw yells as she chases her boyfriend. She calls out his name, begging him to stop and listen to her.
But Draco is faster than her and he is able to to keep running away. He's too overwhelmed and angry to even talk to her With everything that has been going on he wishes he could just disappear without ever being found. He continues to ignore his girlfriend's calls, her voice getting fainter as he escapes into the dark.
He finds himself near the room of requirement. He was furious, he slams his fist into the wall, hard. The pain in his hand was nothing compared to the anger and jealousy he was feeling. Memories of what his friends said, of Potter flirting and dancing with his girlfriend play in Draco's mind.
"Mate, put a leash on your girlfriend. She couldn't keep her hands off Potter all night"
"They danced all night, even Slughorn thought they would make a good couple"
He thought Nott and Goyle could be lying, but why would they lie. He immediately went to the party Slughorn was holding, he wished that it was all bullshit but when he stepped in the room and saw Briar and Potter dancing, His Briar and Potter dancing and giggling, fucking giggling. He saw his girlfriend leaning and touching Potters cheek, was she going to kiss him...? He would never forget their faces when they saw him, their smiles faded so fast, it was like they got caught doing something.
He snaps out of it when he hears Briar's voice. Draco turns around to see her running towards him. She grabs his wrist before he leaves again. But Draco wasn't having any of this. He shakes Briar's hand off his wrist "What do you want"
Briar takes a step back shocked, Draco never acted like this towards her so this was new to the brunette. She didn't know what happened or what she did wrong to make him this upset.
One minute she was dancing and laughing at her friend's poor dancing and eavesdropping skills. He wanted to know what Ginny and her date were arguing over so him being nosy, he asked Briar to dance, and help him.
"What happened" she furrows her brows taking a good look at him. It has been two days since she last saw him, Briar didn't know if he was avoiding her or he was really busy with homework like Blaise told her. He looked tired and exhausted, like he hadn't slept in days. He had bags under his eyes and his face was too pale. Draco was clearly struggling with something, and Briar felt her heart breaking. All the curses she had wanted to say to him for avoiding her vanished "Are you sick Dray-" She wanted to hug and comfort him but when she went to hug him, he stepped back
"Don't.'
Briar looked at Draco with hurt and confusion on her face. This wasn't like him. Before she could say anything else he beats her to it
'How was the party, did you enjoy it?' his tone was cold and his face stern.
"The party was fine, I had a really good ti-"
"Oh I don't doubt that" he cut her off "Who wouldn't have, with Potter twirling you around whispering sweet things in your ear"
His words made Briar laugh. She couldn't believe what he had said and thought he must be joking "Yeah especially when he got on his knees and proposed to me" she jokes, but her laughter dies when she sees his face, he meant what he said.
Draco was stunned by her laughter. He thought she would be ashamed, but instead she laughed as if everything was a joke. He felt his anger growing "Im sure you wanted that"
"Draco wha-"
"After all he wants you-"
"What-"
"You want him, you'd make a good couple"
"What the hell are you talking about"
'You know damn well what the fuck Im talking about" Draco snapped, laughing and shaking his head in disbelief. Why was she acting so clueless. Why couldn't she see how much she had hurt him "You were all over him flir-"
"WHAT THE FUCK' Briar yells, she felt like she was going to explode. She was tired of the vague statements and the confusion "I don't fucking know a single thing you're making up'
The slytherin boy scoffs. he was losing control of what he was feeling. He couldn't stop thinking about all the times his girlfriend hung up with Harry, when they talked, laughed and everything.
'He deserves her' a voice says in his head 'He can protect her whereas you will only break and put her life in danger'
He didn't want to believe it, but, it was true. A knot forms on his throat. You don't deserve her, you don't deserve her, you don't deserve her
"Sorry for ruining your little party you can go back and continue making googly eyes at your precious Potter" he spits "Or maybe you'd rather be with Weasley.
Briar was taken aback at what Draco was saying. She had nothing going on with Harry they were close friends and Draco knew that, she told him from the start. He never accused her of being unfaithul during their two year relationship.
"Draco, I know you're not at your best right now, but this is hurting me" Briar says. She was trying to be understanding. She knew Draco wasn't himself, but his words hurt her. "Please don't say things you don't mean"
Draco completly ignored what she said, for once in his life he had something or rather someone Potter didn't have, Briar.
Not anymore.
"Fuck- why did you go with him" his voice broke "You know he's the only one who has something over him and you still went with him fucking hell Briar you played me well"
"We were just dancing, he-he wanted to know why Ginny and her boyfrie-"
"Stop lying you were about to kiss"
"Im not lying" she chokes up "Stop acting like a dick and listen, we weren't about to kiss, Harry doesn't even fucking like me Draco you know he's my closest friend"
Draco clicked his tounge shaking his head, he couldn't believe it, she was defending him
"Do you know what everyone was saying, that you look like a couple" Briar only stared at him with tears on her eyes, why wasn't he believing her "That you were all over him, he was all over you. That you fi- you finally got together"
Briars heart was shattering with every word her boyfriend was saying "Since when do you listen to the other people"
From the start he thinks to himself unwanted memories coming to him
'Did you hear Malfoy and Bianchi are dating"
'She can definitely do better"
"I was rooting for her and Harry man"
"I don't think they will last knowing his familys history and all"
"I thought she liked Harry"
"Why would she choose him, his family is full with death eaters, he's gonna become one sooner or later"
Yes why would she choose you Draco when she can have better
"Since my girlfriend’s name keeps getting mentioned with schools saint" he gets closer to her and sees the tears brimming in her eyes, he made her cry. "Who's next give me a hint, the Weaslys? You have options there, maybe Finnigan or my friend Zabini, huh? I wouldn't be surprised, you would go along with his mom, even share the list of the men you want to go after”
Briar felt like a little girl getting scolded by her mother, like she was in trouble for a mistake that she didn't realize she had made. After all she went through for him, did she deserve to be treated like this.
He looked at Briar and spoke through clenched teeth "Bloody hell I even went against my parents for you because you're a half blood, everything they believed in and everything they wanted, for you!"
Ouch
Draco knew he shouldn't have said those things. Blood status didn't matter to him he didn't say that because he believes it, he said that because he was angry and he wanted to hurt her. The blond boy didn't apologise or try to fix the damage he had caused. Instead, he just kept on with the attack.
If someone asked Briar who was the person standing in front of her, she would be at loss. This isn't the Draco she had fallen in love with. She didn't recognize him.
'Im not sorry" she says in a low voice, the anger and hurt appeared in her eyes as she gazed at him. She hit him on the chest "Im not sorry for dancing with my friend' hit "Im not sorry for being a halfblood" hit "Im not sorry for other people talking"
As she raised her fist to hit him again, he quickly grabbed her wrists, stopping in her tracks
"Stop" he said in a stern tone, his gaze steady and his grip firm
She didn't try to pull away her wrists, she simply stared at his eyes, blue met gray "But Im sorry for myself because I- don't deserve this"
"I've made so many sacrifices for you, given up so much for our relationship, because I love you. I've lost friends, I almost lost my relationship with my parents too. But all I wanted was to be with you, no matter the cost" she said her voice cracking and tears rolling down her cheeks and Draco wanted to do nothing more but wipe her tears.
"Yet you ruined everything" Draco's voice was cold and unfeeling, it cut through her like a knife "Like you always do"
"I didn't ruin shit" her voice was filled with anger and hurt, her hands were shaking as she grabbed him by the collar wrenching him closer to her, shouting in his face "This is all your doing, you're destroying us, because of your own insecurities"
"I could have accused you of cheating," she said, her tone still thick with emotion. "You've been so distant lately, leaving me to spend time with some other girl?"
Draco shook his head in disbelief unable to believe what she was saying, if she only knew what he was doing.
"I could have easily thought the worst," she continued, "Because you haven't even noticed that I haven't been around."
She took a shaky breath, and her eyes met his, "But I didn't, I never would."
Draco's jaw tightened as he met her gaze. He knew if he stayed more he would break down, so with that she pushed Briars hands and turned to leave.
"Draco" he stops in his track and closes his eyes at the sound of his name coming from her "Please let's talk and figure out this misunderstanding"
He thinks about it, he thinks of the aftermath and it doesn't look good on his head. It's better like this, for both of them.
Briar's chest was heaving as she tried to catch her breath, her tears falling down her cheeks. "Draco," she said through her tears, "If you leave now, it's over for us."
Draco's head was buzzing with thoughts, his emotions in turmoil. A voice in the back of his mind told him that he wasn't good enough for her, that she deserved better. She deserved someone who shared the same beliefs and values, someone who can support her in the way she deserves it. A death eater can't do that, so to protect her he chose to leave without sparing a glance at her.
A pang of heartbreak hit Briar as she watched Draco leave, her eyes blurry with tears as she tried to hold back her emotions. But then, as he disappeared out the door, the dam of tears broke and she crumpled to the ground, her face buried in her palms as she sobbed uncontrollably. As the tears fell down her cheeks, she felt a deep fear of abandonment welling up inside her.
"I didn't cheat on you, why won't you believe me," she sobbed softly, her voice trembling as she felt utterly alone. "I didn't do anything…"
For a moment, she felt a flicker of hope. Maybe Draco would come back, maybe she would be able to explain things to him again. But the thought was quickly snatched away. Nobody was there to comfort her, to tell her everything would be all right. Nobody cared.
She could hear the muffled voices of two voices arguing nearby. One voice, was sweet and gentle, while the other voice, husky but soothing. They were both very recognizable, even if she couldn't make out their words clearly.
"How in the bloody hell are we gonna find her in this bloody massive castle Granger, not very smart of you?"
"Will you stop Parkinson, she's somewhere here. Let's just look"
"There"
"3..2..1.. Happy birthday to you happy birthday dear Bria- Briar what happened" it was Pansy her best friend who immediatly went to her side, Hermione behind her trying not to trip and fall with the cake they had made for her.
Pansy took Briar's face in her hands, wiping away her tears with a gentle touch. Hermione took Briar's hand in hers, her eyes filling with tears seeing her best friend in such a state. Briar didn't say anything, she knew that if she said something right know she would end up worse Hermione and Pansy wrapped their arms around Briar tightly, their hug comforting and supportive.
It was clear that they both cared about her, and they weren't going to leave her alone to suffer. Even though it hurt to see her like this, they were trying to be strong for her, and their hugs offered a calming presence and comfort. They gave each other a worried look as they held their best friend bclose, each of them worrying about how much pain Briar must be in. But they both agreed to be there for her, no matter what.
Briar's tears continued to fall down her cheeks, but she hugged her two friends back tightly. It felt nice to have their support, and she appreciated how they were there for her in her time of need.
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lostmyremembrall · 2 years
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༒•𝐆𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐈𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐯𝐞•༒
Tom Riddle x Fem! Reader x Draco Malfoy Genre: Pure filth.
Summary: You're caught touching yourself in the Dark Lord's office by Draco Malfoy. What will your punishment be? Will Tom Riddle be merciful?
Warning: Minors DNI! Overstimulation. Fingering. Dumbification. Degradation. Tom teasing you. Tom being "gentle". Spit kink. Dom! Tom. Mafia!Tom if you squint. Dom!Draco. Slut shaming. Dubcon.
Photos aren't mine.
-> ༒•𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟•༒
You let out a deep sigh, sinking deeper into the currents of pleasure.
Your fingers gently ran up and down your folds, your eyes trained on the empty seat across the desk, where he always sat.
“This isn’t what our Dark Lord pays you to do, Y/L/N.”
You jumped up from your seat, pulling down on your skirt. You turned on your heels to find the spoiled arse kisser, leaning against the wall, sneering.
You felt your cheeks burn. Stammering, you still found the courage to say, “None of your business, Malfoy.”
Malfoy’s eyes stirred in an amused surprise at your apparent refusal to admit to the crime.
“Really?” a raise of a brow. Malfoy took slow, steady steps towards you. “Well, as a lieutenant general, I’d say whatever happens in this office has got everything to do with me.”
Your nostrils flared stubbornly, “A shame you have no proof—, wha, what are you doing?!”
It was then that Malfoy’s wand quickly moved to push you down on Mr. Riddle’s desk, your wrists held together in a tight rope. 
Malfoy tilted his head in an exaggerated ponder as he ran his slick index finger down your folds, eliciting a suppressed shudder out of you.
Malfoy observed the string of cum that formed in between his thumb and index finger. “I believe I do,” a low chuckle.
Malfoy pulled up the hem of your skirt, exposing your bare ass. He gasped dramatically at the lack of panties, “Have you been walking around like this?”
He ran his hand down your cheek. “Didn’t know you were such a naughty girl, Y/L/N,” he breathed out.
He grabbed at your ass before giving it a slap. You gasped, a subdermal burning sensation ran over you. Another slap to the other cheek. Then another.
You bit down on your lips and angled your head to send him a resentful look.
Draco Malfoy only cackled at the sight, throwing his head back. “Don’t look at me, Y/L/N.” He grabbed at your hair, pulling your head back towards him for him to whisper into your ear. “You’re the one who broke into Our Lord’s office.”
You caught sight of the wicked grin spread across Malfoy's lips as he sent another blow to your cheek. You let out a suppressed moan.
“Enjoying this, are we?” Malfoy sneered, his ensuing blows only getting quicker and rougher.
You shifted your weight between your legs, subconsciously wanting to cause friction between your thighs. However, the blond was quick to catch you in the act.
“No no,” he slapped away at the inside of your thighs, causing you to spread apart for him. “This is supposed to be a punishment, Y/L/N.”
Malfoy produced a plug for a good measure, pushing it into you. His silver eyes peered into you, his lips widening into a smirk, “Wouldn’t want a half-blood cum staining Our Lord’s office,” his hand tapped on your cheek.
It was then that you two heard a click on the office door. You arched your head back and felt your knees wobble underneath your weight at the sight, even with the support of the desk.
Mr. Tom Riddle had poked his head into the office, his curious eyes darting around in search of the source of the noise before they settled on you. His dark hair ruffled from travel, his tired eyes captured you bent over his office desk with reddened arse on full display. A brief shock flashed across his eyes.
“Draco?” his eyes narrowed on you with an amused smirk slowly making its way to his lips. “What is the meaning of this?”
Draco pulled you up against him, turning you around to face the one and only Lord Voldemort. Your breath hitched in your throat when Malfoy’s arm swung across your throat, effectively holding you in place against him. You fought against his grip, to no avail. 
“Caught her sneaking into your office, sir,” he hissed. Malfoy’s biceps pulsed as his arm tightened around you, tightening around your airway. Your lips pursed.
With your arms tied at your back, all you could do was fight against Malfoy’s strong arm with violent twists of your torso, as Tom Riddle continued to take slow but deliberate steps toward you.
However, it wasn’t Malfoy’s command under his breath to stay still, nor the office door that Tom Riddle locked behind him, that caused you to freeze. No. It was Tom Riddle’s piercing eyes.
Once again, you felt your knees give a weak wobble underneath you as his eyes captured you fully, his eyes briefly lingering on the hem of your office skirt that was still flipped in the corner. You were caught with an urge to correct your appearance, salute, or run away from the spot like crazy all at the same time. In the end, all you could do was stay frigid like prey caught in the headlight.
“I was punishing her, sir,” you were certain that the voice of Malfoy, even that confident Malfoy, wavered in the presence of the Dark Lord. “She was touching herself, you see.”
An amused smile spread on the Dark Lord’s lips as he rounded around the office desk. “Is that so?” a quirk of a brow.
Malfoy shifted his feet and turned towards Tom Riddle, now sitting and leaning back in his comfortable leather chair. For a brief second, his eyes flickered to the top of his desk with a nudge of his chin.
Malfoy understood that command perfectly and pushed you forward, forcing you to climb onto the large office desk. Your knees scraped against the wooden surface as Malfoy inched you closer to the Dark Lord. Your toes wobbled underneath you, whether from the weight or from the nerves, you did not know. Malfoy’s arm still locked your throat against him.
“Her name?” he murmured. You felt a shiver run down your spine as Tom Riddle’s eyes grazed over from head to toe, like sampling you on a starter dish.
“Y/L/N, sir,” you heard Malfoy from a little above your right ear.
Tom Riddle only hummed. He leaned forward in his seat, the creak of the chair’s wheel the only sound in the silent room. The air was tense as strings strung across the room, the strained lines enough to shred you. Tom Riddle seemed to be contemplating what to do with you as his hands steepled in front of his lips.
Suddenly, his right hand stirred. The hand reached over to you, closing the distance between you two. Slowly, his hand snaked its way towards your core, exposed to the air underneath the single layer of your skirt. You fidgeted against Malfoy’s grip, but it was no use. His right arm only wrapped around your waist, pulling you even closer against him.
Your breath hitched at the cold touch of Tom Riddle’s fingers. Perhaps he was truly cold-blooded as the rumours said, or it was simply because he had been travelling in the frigid air of winter London. His fingers were cold as ice as they danced over the skin of your folds.
You gave out a shuddered breath when Tom Riddle pulled out the plug from within you. The metallic object, now coated with your arousal, shone in his fingers.
Tom Riddle raised a brow at you, most likely intended at Malfoy behind you.
“Didn’t want her half-blood cum on your desk, sir,” you were certain you heard Malfoy stammer.
The Dark Lord hummed and placed the plug on his desk. His hand proceeded to glide over your exposed thighs. His brows furrowed at the reddened areas inside your thighs, sure to turn into a nasty bruise. “This is no way to treat a lady, Draco…”
“But her half-blood–” Malfoy’s persistent objection barely reached the Dark Lord’s ears as his fingers grazed across your sensitive skin, marked by a warm, soft sensation of a feather running its way over your bruises.
“Pure or impure,” Tom Riddle’s voice was more stern than usual as his hand retreated, content with the outcome of his healing spell. “You’ll find that sometimes giving your subordinates what they desire would be the simplest solution.”
Malfoy was lost with words, unsure of what he was getting at. You, also confused, narrowed your eyes down at his enigmatic expression. Your chest heaving anxiously under Malfoy’s arm in short bursts.
“You kept picturing me and you just couldn’t help it, correct?” Tom Riddle’s soft voice somewhat alleviated your concern. At least he seemed to be in an understanding and forgiving mood.
You nodded.
The Dark Lord gave a low, dry chuckle. “I know,” he murmured. He caught you by surprise when his left hand grabbed at your head, forcing you to look down.
Tom Riddle watched two of his slender fingers plunge into you, slowly disappearing. “Oh, I know you can take two,” he breathed out as you struggled against Malfoy’s arms. “You were just masturbating for fuck’s sake.”
You watched his slender, cool fingers penetrate you, breathing out a long sigh of ecstasy when his fingers reached the depth you usually find impossible to reach. His fingers got accustomed to your warmth soon enough. 
“This is one tight cunt,” a gravelly chuckle, “Would like to try you out sometime.”
You let out a moan at the Dark Lord’s fingers that started prodding at your gspot. Your shoulders shuddered.
“Cumming already, hm?” a hint of amusement behind his mocking voice.
Your eyes glazed over, feeling your heavy head dropping in a few nods. “Please, please, pretty please,” words poured out of you involuntarily, “I need to cum,” your desperate eyes caught the Dark Lord’s, pleading.
Tom Riddle pulled down on your head even further, using the momentum to push his fingers further into you. “Cum, then,” he spat out.
You felt a jolt coursing through your entire being as you drew in a sharp breath. Your scream was muffled by Malfoy’s quick hand that covered your airways. You came down from your high with a few more jabs into you, your breathing heavy.
“Let’s get this out of the way,” came Tom Riddle’s voice hushed in excitement. 
Soon enough, Malfoy obeyed; he let go of your airway, causing you to draw in a sharp breath, to tug at your blouse. The buttons burst, exposing your breasts snug in your bra. The buttons rolled off into the distance with a metallic clink.
You, still numb from the orgasm, just let Malfoy’s hands roam over your breasts. Here and there, he gave a few squeezes. You felt him hardening against your back.
Tom Riddle did not give you much of a break before his fingers went in for a second round. One of Malfoy’s hands reached up to your bare neck. His fingers wrapped around your throat. You gulped, suddenly conscientious of your overly vulnerable neck in his strong grip.
“Fuck,” your eyes rolled back at the Dark Lord who added another finger.
“Hey,” Your eyes, however, were forced open by a light slap to your cheek, “Your eyes open.” It was Malfoy’s stern voice.
His grip hardened around your throat, causing you to swallow hard. Your left eye twitched, fighting to gain back your control.
“Look how pretty she is,” you heard Tom Riddle’s jovial voice from somewhere in front of you, “Don’t you think, Draco?”
Through your fluttering eyes, you caught Malfoy’s lips twisting into a sinister smirk. “I do like the view from up here,” he murmured. His eyes flickered up to Tom Riddle. “I think she’s getting there again,” he said nonchalantly, constricting his restraint around your convulsion.
Tom Riddle tutted as he leaned further into you, “This girl just loves to cum, doesn’t she?” His chocolate eyes dashed around the ceiling as if searching for something inside you.
“Fuck,” you spluttered out as your eyes widened at the spot Tom Riddle had managed to find.
“Oh, that’s your spot, is it?” a sardonic voice from the Dark Lord. “Then it should only take you a few more…” he said over your quickening breathing.
Your lips parted, ready to scream out the Dark Lord’s real name. But, Malfoy’s right hand reached up to your mouth, stuffing your mouth with his fingers. Your tongue enveloped his slender fingers, eliciting a restrained moan from the blond.
You moaned loudly into his finger as you came undone, water splashing out of you in a downpour.
You thought you heard the two men laughing in the distance. Your downcast eyes caught sight of the mess you had made on the mahogany office desk. Your lips trembled at the drenched parchments, Tom Riddle’s neat handwriting barely legible with the bleeding ink. 
“You just had to get all your half-blood cum onto my documents, did you?” through the ringing in your ears, you thought you heard Tom Riddle chuckle, shaking the water off of his fingers.
But above all, Tom Riddle’s eyes, driven mad with excitement, staring up at you. His eyes hungrily took you in, from your forehead beading with sweat, your hair matted with exhaustion, your breasts exposed and vulnerable, to your cunt, still dripping water.
“Open,” Tom Riddle’s voice was strangely calm despite his dilated irises. His eyes flickered to your mouth for a brief moment.
You obeyed, letting Malfoy’s fingers drop out of you. You opened your mouth wide for the Dark Lord, spreading your tongue out as well.
The Dark Lord’s fingers were slightly longer than Draco Malfoy’s, you noticed, as he plunged his fingers deep into your throat. You gagged helplessly, feeling the drool pool around your mouth, Malfoy’s strong grip holding your head and neck in place for the Dark Lord.
“Clean your filth off of your Lord.” Tom Riddle whispered close to you, obsessively watching you through his eyelashes, as you struggled to swallow him up. So close you could feel his warm, aroused breathing tingling on your skin.
The Dark Lord was taking his time with your throat, feeling it constrict and expand around his fingers. “I’ll have to fuck that throat of yours some time, Y/L/N…” he sunk into the pleasurable dream as he sighed deeply into the sensation.
Your chest was tightening, asking for air. You felt Malfoy’s hand against your stirring throat. Your eyes flickered panickedly between the Dark Lord and the Blond, both eyes boring into you as you gasped silently for air. Unfortunately, both seemed to be enjoying the sight far too much to care about your oxygen level.
His grip tightened around your throat. “Shhh… a bit more…” Malfoy’s hushed voice next to your ear trailed away. 
You blinked slowly, willing yourself to stay focused. Your vision was darkening, however. The two men’s beautiful yet indifferent faces, peering down at you. The Black Prince and the White Knight… your mind echoed as you felt yourself drifting into sleep.
You were suddenly brought back awake with the sound of your own lungs taking in the air. You blinked rapidly, noticing your chest heaving for air, small pats on your cheek as Malfoy congratulated you well done.
Tom Riddle, however, was back to business. His fingers, strung to you with your cum and saliva, smeared the drool around your face. His fingers dove back into your cunt.
“Spit,” Tom Riddle commanded, taking his fingers a few centimetres out of you.
You obeyed, aiming for the fingers down below. You watched the drop slowly make its way down your breasts. Noticing that the spit was never going to make it down the bra and the skirt, Tom Riddle sighed, and spat on the fingers himself.
And just like that, the fingers were back hitting that spot again. You snapped your head from left to right, trying to clear the fog. The lewd sound of liquid and rattling desk echoing the room.
“We’ll have to get all that filth out of you,” Tom Riddle reached deeper with a grunt. A blush rose to your cheeks when you realised that he was referring to your water that squirted all over his desk.
You nodded. With the way the men looked at you splashing, it was easy to believe that it was all filth you had up in there, and that indeed, you had to get rid of it.
You managed to wheeze through your clenched teeth, “Malfoy,” his eyes flickered down to you. “Choke me,” you pleaded.
Malfoy snickered. “How easily you turn into a slut,” he murmured and shook his head. He rolled his eyes, but still, he complied, his lazy hand wrapping around your throat. You moaned blissfully. It felt right; a deserving punishment for a slut like yourself, you decided.
Tom Riddle was getting rougher, you noticed. With the new objective in mind, his goal-oriented mind was too focused on draining you. Malfoy lent a hand, literally, by using his spare hand to play with your clit. Your chest heaved up and down again, to which Tom Riddle responded by slapping away at your breasts.
It was becoming all too much, at this point. Your walls clenched painfully around the Dark Lord’s relentless fingers. You clenched your eyes shut, wondering for the first time, when the end will come.
Tom Riddle chuckled darkly at the sight. He must have understood perfectly that you were starting to get drained. “We’re going to show her what a punishment really looks like, Draco,” his eyes glinted dangerously.
You came a lot quicker this time. Malfoy’s hand pushed your head downward, forcing you to watch yourself flood the office desk again as your body shook violently. Your squirt did not know how to stop, shamelessly continuing the streak for a few seconds under the hungry gaze of the two men.
Your walls pulsed, sending vibrations down your legs and up your body through your core. Your poor cunt was reddened and throbbing. Your legs started to involuntarily close at Tom Riddle’s fingers that were inserted again.
Now you were truly beginning to understand how this was a punishment. More cruel and long-lasting than Malfoy’s even. You would have much preferred short bursts of pain to this endless pleasure ride.
“Please–,” you stammered, attempting to twist your body away from his fingers. “No more–...”
Tom Riddle only chuckled in response as he shook his head to your disappointment. “I know you’ve got more in there,” Tom Riddle only reached deeper into you.
His brows were furrowed as he watched his fingers appear and disappear out of your cunt, intent on making your cunt submit to him. Your poor cunt screamed with the watery sound.
You clenched your teeth. You were fairly certain your brain was melting at this point. 
“You just won’t stop cumming, will you?” you thought you heard Tom Riddle chuckle dryly in the distance as you clenched around his fingers. “You hungry whore.”
Your eyes shut tight. You think you spluttered some nonsense about begging for forgiveness from the Dark Lord as you came for the fourth time. The water gushed out of you onto the desk again. You crumbled onto the desk, convulsing. Your eyes blinked away at the stars.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Tom Riddle’s hand grasped your hair, pulling it up to face him. His voice was cold. Apathetic. In contrast to your pathetic voice that came out through sobs.
“I’m sorry–,” you sobbed even harder at the disgust that flashed across the Dark Lord’s face. “I’ll never–”
But, you were shut off with Tom Riddle’s fingers, once again stuffed into your throat. Your cum tasted salty and bitter.
“You’re the one who asked for this.” Your eyes flickered in between the stern eyes of Tom Riddle, for the first time, feeling something close to genuine fear in the pit of your stomach. His shaded eyes made for an impression of his irises growing black.
He leaned into you, whispering by your ear. You trembled under the cool feel of his lips grazing against your cheek. 
“You are going to take this, correct?”
For once, you did not know how to respond. You were certain that you couldn’t take it anymore. You might break if you push yourself further. But, perhaps, that was what the Dark Lord was aiming for. It certainly wasn’t formatted as a question.
You never gave an answer. But, as you expected, Tom Riddle simply did not care. His fingers retreated, pulling more drool out of you. Once again, you were brought up by Malfoy's arm against his back and the Dark Lord resumed his work on your cunt.
“I’m going to render you senseless, Y/L/N,” Tom Riddle breathed out. Not bothering to look up at the convulsing Y/N as she shook under Malfoy’s play at her clit. “I’ll make sure you won’t feel a thing down there for a good few weeks.” 
“You have such a breakable cunt,” he breathed out, ignoring your whinper, “And mind you, I could,” he casually continued, unplugging his fingers briefly to let out the squirt again.
Your glazed-over eyes absent-mindedly stared up at Malfoy, twitching a few times in his strong arms as his hand roamed over your breasts, waist, and hips.
You felt your eyes brimming with tears at the overstimulation. But soon, that too, was taken away from you by the Dark Lord’s rough tongue that grazed it. 
“But I think I’ll save that for next time,” he murmured by your ear.
You whined and turned in Malfoy’s arms as your core snapped again within you. You did not even have the energy to form a coherent word this time, some syllables tumbling out of your mouth along with your water, still gushing out of you as strongly as ever between your shaky legs.
“Should we make her clean this, sir?” Malfoy’s voice sounded above you as you numbly registered Tom Riddle daring to add another finger.
“Of course,” Tom Riddle furrowed at the ludicrousness of the sentence. “She’ll lick it clean.”
Malfoy looked around himself at the mess of the office, still continuing the circular motion around your clit. The water had soaked up pretty much everything on the desk, and succeeded in dripping down to the carpet as well. It was a lot of filthy half-blood cum.
“What?” Tom Riddle shrugged. He did not care for his lieutenant’s expression that suggested the impossibility of the task. “It’s hers, isn’t it?”
Tom Riddle slapped away at her clit, urging more to squirt out. You flinched and winced, but it was effective. “You would love her cunt, by the way,” Tom Riddle casually started conversing, daring to add the last finger to your cunt. “She’s probably a virgin, too. I know you love virgins.”
Draco Malfoy pouted at the suggestion, tilting his head against yours. “Right, but… any tainted blood is not my type.”
Tom Riddle merely raised his brows at the hypocritical blond in denial, cocking his chin at the boner that was clearly showing through his trousers.
“What, did I drain you?” the Dark Lord furrowed at a few droplets that squirted out of you this time. Slapping away at the clit, however, did not work this time.
“Looks like she’s fainted.”
“Wake her.”
The Dark Lord’s indifference to the cruel treatment shocked even the blond. “You mentioned the punishment ends with draining her,” Malfoy mumbled, “Sir,” he added hesitantly at the Dark Lord’s piercing gaze that landed on him.
“At this point, I just want to see how far she can take it, really,” Tom Riddle soon returned his focus back onto you. He gave your breasts a few slaps, sending ripples across the small puddle that formed on top of his desk.
Y/N did not wake.
“What a bore,” Tom Riddle let out a huff of exhale, and stood up. With a flick of his wand, he undid the bind on your wrists, letting them fall beside you.
“Leave her,” the Dark Lord commanded at the blond who took out his wand to clean her.
“But, today is Friday, sir,” reluctantly, Malfoy slowly let Y/N slump down on the desk, your face dipping into your own cum.
Tom Riddle grabbed at his own coat and hat on his way out of the office. He flashed a smile at the blond, “Means she’ll have the whole weekend to clean up, doesn’t she.”
And with a quiet thud, the Dark Lord closed the door behind him, leaving you on his office desk with your reddened ass in the air.
A/N: Ah, the Dream Threesome.
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Through Love And By Love (Pt. 1)
Draco Malfoy x Fem!OC
Summary: Twenty-Two years ago, Draco Malfoy used the imperius curse to slow Voldemort’s rise to power. No good deed goes unpunished.
Warning: this series contains mature subject matter surrounding the use of the imperius curse, reader discretion advised.
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“If you ask me, the most mishandled aspect of the wizarding war, will always be Rosanna McVay’s tragic entanglement to the Malfoy family.” The reporter’s voice booms over the radio.
“Oi, give it a rest.” Their cohost retorts.
“That girl was bred like cattle, she lost her entire life to that family. She fell in love with a monster and Draco Malfoy fell in love with the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. He enjoys her the way a child does a toy.”
“And that is where we disagree. Draco Malfoy sold his soul to the devil, to save Rosanna McVay; and it’s people like you that’ve forced the reopening of this case, after over twenty years!”
“Pish, posh, the trial was rushed and we all know it. The imperius charm is listed as an unforgivable curse for a reason. The minister for magic, at present, recognizes that in a way that Kingsley Shacklebolt failed to.”
“Hermione Granger-Weasley would not open this can of worms of her own accord, but given the recent outcry, her hands are tied.”
Hermione. Rosanna’s best friend since childhood.
“Scorpius.” Another voice calls, not from the radio. This time addressing him directly.
“Mum, I was just-” the boy begins to defend himself.
Rosanna smiles, kindly. “Finish getting ready for the train, it’s almost time to go.”
“Why are we leaving so early?” The train back to school doesn’t leave for hours.
“We’re driving down this year.”
“Driving?” They’ve always taken the floo.
“Photographers from the paper expect us to come through the floo network. This way will be better, less hectic.” Rosanna explains. “Plus, we have a chance for car karaoke.”
“Right,” Scorpius chokes out. Car karaoke…as if she and his father haven’t been running mad, meeting with lawyers, to clear Draco’s name from crimes committed, against her, more than two decades ago.
Rosanna leaves him to it. Scorpius is number five of their six children. The rest daughters, ranging in age from two to twenty-one.
Their eldest, Leo, followed in her mother’s footsteps, as a proud Gryffindor. Joining the Holyhead Harpies after finishing school.
The second born, Arlo, a Ravenclaw; graduated with honors.
Followed closely by the twins, Vega, Gryffindor and Polaris, Slytherin.
Scorpius joined her, in their father’s former house.
And little Corina is far too young to be sorted.
Draco is still in the kitchen, when Rosanna returns. Corina in her high chair, demanding more scrambled eggs, faster than her father can serve her. Pouting unhappily as she waits.
Rosanna passes a hand over her strawberry blonde baby curls, the same shade as her own hair. Making her way over to her husband, leaning against the counter beside the stove.
“What is it, love?” Draco murmurs, feeling the heaviness in the air around her.
“Scorpius…he was listening to the radio. A talk show.”
“Mmm.” Draco hums, in acknowledgment. “They’ll be on about it in the common rooms as well, I suppose. At least he has Albus, Polaris. Vega will have Arlene and Rose, if she needs someone in her house to-”
Rosanna nods, coming to wrap both arms around his waist and resting her head against the expanse between his shoulder blades.
It’s never been this bad. No one following them to snap a photo or beating at the manor doors demanding answers.
In many ways, their story demands attention for it’s riveting and…controversial nature. Perhaps because there are only two people in the world who know what happened in its entirety.
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Rosanna McVay transfers, from Ilvermorny school of witchcraft and wizardry, to Hogwarts at the beginning of her third year. Entirely against her wishes and as a result of her parents, Archer and Dixie, transferring to higher positions within the Ministry of Magic.
"This will be a good change, baby, you'll see." Her mother promises.
At Ilvermorny, students are placed into houses based on the four carvings of the great hall and which reacts to the student in question. The houses represent one part of an entire wizard. Rosanna herself being a proud Pukwudgie, the heart.
Leaving her life, namely her friends and grandmother, who she's always shared a special bond with, to move part way across the world; is the hardest thing Rosanna has ever done. Then again change is never easy.
Once at Hogwarts, she's placed into Gryffindor, the moment the sorting hat touches her strawberry blonde locks.
Rosanna makes new friends among her house mates. Most famously with Ron, Hermione, and Harry; all in her year.
When Rosanna is forced to partner with Draco Malfoy on a class assignment, things go down hill quickly from there.
Fate is tricky that way. Tricky and cruel.
Draco is different. He’s rough around the edges and sharp enough to cut deep where he wants to.
He doesn’t have time for her, the half blood transfer student with whom he’s forced to share half of his grade.
He picks her apart, wondering just how many times he’ll send her off, lip quivering, before the nutter of a professor will stop pairing them together.
But the two of them receive top marks once, twice, three times, four. Rosanna is a good partner, though Draco will never admit it. She works hard and with practice, learns to ignore his jabs.
Until the day she doesn’t. Slapping the quill from his hand, leaving blotches of dark ink on the parchment.
“You’re an asshole.” Rosanna snaps, “I’m getting a new partner.”
“Go right ahead.” Draco waves her away. There’s nothing she can say to the professor that he hasn’t already tried.
A few moments later she returns to the desk, fuming.
“Not getting a new partner after all, McVay?” Draco welcomes her back, with a smug grin.
“Maybe if we start flunking this class he’ll reconsider.”
“You should never cut off your nose to spite your face.” Draco reminds her, “or do they not teach that in America?”
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It becomes a bit of a sport really, getting under her skin. And oh how he does, like a school boy, tugging at his sweetheart’s hair on the playground.
"Do you like butter beer?" Malfoy asks as they're packing up their books for next period.
“Not after you’ve poisoned it.” Rosanna rolls her eyes.
Those big, brown, eyes that send Draco’s insides to a frenzy. If he could… Just once… just to get her out of his system-
"Hogsmeade has the best, straight from the tap." Draco holds her gaze. “Seeing as we’re clearly going to be working together through the end of this year, what harm could one butter beer do?”
His proximity makes her nervous, he can feel it.
Just one time, Rosanna reasons. Just to get him out of her system. “Fine.”
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They kiss, for the first time, behind the little Hogsmeade pub. Realizing too late that they won’t be able to stop.
Kissing Rosanna is brilliant, sweet, like nectar from a forbidden fruit. All swollen lips and flushed cheeks as she pulls away, panting.
“This is a mistake,” she breathes.
“Clearly,” Draco agrees.
But for whatever reason they lean in again.
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This new…tolerance of one another is shocking to their classmates and friends.
“Not to worry about her filthy blood, Draco.” Theodore Nott calls, from his spot lunging on the settee of the Slytherin common room. “I’m sure you can clean it right out of her.”
The room erupts into laughter; hushed whispers follow.
She is one hell of a half blood.
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The Yule Ball presents a unique opportunity for Draco to disappoint his father. He’s going to ask Rosanna, because the thought of Potter’s hands on her waist makes him want to come out of his skin.
Nothing serious though, of course. Lots of purebloods have been known to fool around with those of lesser status before settling down. This was just that.
At least that’s what Draco tells himself as he hand picks a dress for his date. Slipping it into a over sized box and slamming it down on the Gryffindor table, in the great hall, during breakfast.
“Draco?” Rosanna spits up a bit of her pumpkin juice.
“It’s for you to wear to the ball,” he explains. “With me.”
Rosanna shakes her head with a smirk. “Asshole.”
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The night of the Yule Ball they dance until sun up, their feet ache and exhaustion paints their features.
“Thank you for tonight.” Rosanna whispers against his shoulder. She knows this isn’t forever.
“Thank you.” This night, and every night after belongs to her.
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The formation of Dumbledore's Army and the addition of Dolores Umbridge to Hogwarts; creates a unique divide between Draco and Rosanna. Draco takes his place on the inquisitorial squad and Rosanna trains with Harry and their friends, in the room of requirement.
The night they are caught and forced to write lines with Dolores’ special quills, Draco nearly Avadas the old witch.
"Let's see your hand,” Draco snaps. Coming to collect Rosanna the moment they are dismissed.
"It's fine." Rosanna shakes her head at him. "Doesn't hurt."
“You’re lying, let me see.” He insists, consumed by the urge to kiss her wounds; letter for letter.
That’s probably why Lucius finally demands to meet her.
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Winter break comes, Rosanna spends the night after Christmas at Malfoy manor. This life simply isn’t for her.
Perhaps that’s why Draco’s parents have allowed her there. To finally scare her away, once and for all.
Though she must admit, if only to herself, that Draco doesn’t really belong here either.
The boy in question creeps into the guest room, where Rosanna is planning her escape. Maybe she’ll tell them she has food poisoning and needs to return home early.
“What are you doing?” Rosanna’s brows furrow at the intrusion.
"Come on." Draco whispers, "there’s something I need to show you." He takes Rosanna's hand, leading her down a number of staircases to the lowest level. It's pitch black save for the light coming from the tip of Draco's wand.
"Are you ready to tell me what the hell it is?" She huffs.
"What do you know about prophecies?" Draco asks.
"Not a lot, but I'm sure you're gonna educate me." Rosanna leans in with renewed interest.
"They're derived from seers, a form of divination. Some are rubbish, the ministry doesn't bother with those. Others are kept in the hall of prophecies." Draco pauses, making sure he hasn't overloaded her with information.
"Following." Rosanna nods, listening intently.
"Only a person about whom a prophecy is made has the ability to remove it from the hall. Same as the prophecy will only speak for those it pertains to. My father keeps it down here." The fair haired boy explains.
"Your dad has a prophecy?" Rosanna asks, tightening the ponytail atop her head.
"No, I do. He brought me down to the ministry last week." Draco moves toward the locked box, on the center shelf of the stained oak bookcase, against the back wall. Producing a crystal ball with white glowing dust inside.
"They call across land and sea." A voice fills the room, the second it touches his hand.
Rosanna cringes when Draco places it into her palm.
"Just listen." He hushes her. Watching in wonder as it continues to speak.
"Born from the dark, through she, redeemed. Born from the dirt, through he, blossoms. Through love and by love, castles will crumble. A lion heart, tried and true; chooses a side the other must lose." The disembodied voice finishes.
"What does it mean?" Rosanna all but tosses the crystal back into its box.
"I was hoping you'd help me riddle that out." Malfoy purses his lips.
The girl wraps both arms around herself, tightly.
"I haven't told my father what it says. I wanted you to hear it first." Draco tells her.
"Do you really think it’s about us?" Rosanna doesn't understand, not really. But she can feel, in her bones, that no good will come from this.
"It spoke for you, same as it did for me. We need to sort out what it means before it's too late." Draco says. "We'll go back to your room and get started."
Part 2
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profeyandere · 11 months
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𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐎 𝐌. ─── ☾ 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄
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Masterlist || Harry Potter Masterlist || Wattpad
Word Count: 2.6k
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader
Warning: Angst, shifting
English is not my native language, so I apologize for any mistake and if you can help me improve it, I will greatly appreciate it. I hope you enjoy it :D
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"I have no choice!"
The hoarse voice of your best friend resounded on the walls of the great room where you were and that is, after meeting Draco wandering the corridors of the castle as if he were a ghost, you finally decided to face him and find out the reason for which he had been so absent in so many ways. Your eyes had met at the narrow intersection that was on the second floor of the castle, your breaths had become agitated as your discussion had increased because of the fears you possessed and your minds had become a whirlpool of thoughts completely crazy that not even your techniques to relieve tension had served to calm you down. Nothing was enough to keep you in peace with the large number of words that had come out of your respective mouths. You were aware that this meeting would only be the beginning of your end and you were prepared to face the worst that could happen.
"We all have another way to try to fix problems, Draco," you murmured wearily, running your hands through your hair again as your eyes drifted to something other than his lanky, thin frame. "I can help you deal with this. You don't have to push people away from you if they can give you a hand."
"You don't understand anything," he mumbled between histeeth as if he was trying to keep his mouth quiet, but it was still faster than his brain when it came to acting. "No one in this school knows what I'm going through, and the last thing I need is the sympathy of any Gryffindor."
You sighed again. You hadn't even been aware of the number of times you had held your breath. As soon as your gaze returned to the adolescent that you appreciated so much, you were able to observe in him a large number of feelings of different magnitude that had remained retained in his weak body and mind, even making you wonder on more than one occasion how it was possible that he still stood up to perform all the tasks that Lord Voldemort had entrusted to him because of his useless father. Lucius, upon being arrested, had a certain dark wizard revoke his assignments on his young son who, on the brink of collapse and with a threat serious enough not to make him morally question his actions at first, did the best job he could to get him out of trouble his mother would not suffer any harm while he was at Hogwarts fixing the closet that had been commissioned, and he was completely alone in the company of some Death Eaters.
"I know, Draco, damn it," you cursed out loud, surprising him with your sudden tone of voice. Anxiety and fear had taken over you, and it was no great mystery why you had sounded even tougher and more anxious than before. "I don't understand your pressure, your pain, and your worry, but I know your suffering. You show it daily. You don't attend classes, you barely eat, and you're more absent than Potter when he sets out to solve a school problem."
The boy with platinum hair, almost white, met your sorrowful look that, although he could not notice it then, had a very curious shine that you had never shown and that is, being from a completely different reality, you were aware of his previous history and what would happen next. You didn't know if it was because of your hero complex, but since you saw him on the big screen and you were able to understand him better through the books, you understood that that boy deserved a second chance and that perhaps you were capable of giving it to him.
You just wanted to help the kid who, in some strange way, had made your heart beat like never before, who had caused such beautiful feelings in you that not even your family had been able to replicate in all your life and who had made yourself felt like a real person. Your life is your reality was not the worst, it could improve, but it was not as bad as many others that you had known thanks to social networks. The Harry Potter books, which at the time were so criticized for thinking they were "for children", teleported you to a fantasy world where you thought you could be happy, that you would finally be made to feel as free as you wanted, and you became so attached to it with the characters that inevitably, in the end, you felt empathy for those that perhaps you shouldn't have, you almost defended tooth and nail some of the most hated characters in the saga, and Draco Malfoy, for whom he played him in the movies, ended up winning great popularity due to its attractiveness and, therefore, it was also acclaimed and defended by many other fans. The passing of the years gave that blessed saga its rightful place and, suddenly, you found yourself watching the movies almost every month, appreciating each moment and each character, finally loving one in particular that perhaps you shouldn't.
Draco Malfoy became your safe person, Hogwarts your true home, and you made sure you did everything you could to meet him, but you didn't think about what would happen once you made it to the year in which the revival of Lord Voldemort and his followers would take place.
"I need you to go," the wizard murmured, clearing his throat and frowning to try to show seriousness, even if inside, he was devastated at the thought of what he was going to do to get you away from him.
"No," you denied, taking a step towards him, "you need support."
"I don't need anything, (Y / N)," he repeated, shaking his head from side to side to show emphasis in his words. "I'm fine alone."
Your legs moved on their own and, before you knew it, your arms were encircling the skinny body of your best friend, placing your right hand at the level of his shoulder blades and the left on his waist, gently caressing the mentioned areas. intending to calm his nerves and be able to make him understand that you were there for him, not to hurt him like most of those around him. You just wanted to make him see that you wanted to help him and be supportive instead of hiding your feelings from him as it seemed like he had been doing for so many months. You felt how his heart, usually with a weak and calm beat, was now pumping blood in an unbridled manner, either because of the nerves that had suddenly besieged his body or because of your sudden closeness and, although the reason was more for the second option, he knew that he could not allow you to continue trying to get close to him because he knew for sure that you would die because of the blood that ran through your veins. There was no other reason to want to get away from him.
"You don't have to fight this battle alone, Draco," you murmured, kissing his cheek softly as your hands snaked up to his shoulders. "You can seek help from Harry, surely he would listen to you, or from me, I've told you before."
"I would never beg for Potter's help, no matter how good a friend of yours he is," he spoke while accentuating the named wizard's last name and frowning until several wrinkles formed on his forehead, "let alone someone like you, disgusting mudblood."
Those words made you separate from him and, confused at first for having believed that you had misunderstood his expression, you observed his face that, stoic and with a lack of affection in his gaze, made you understand that he had called you that way so awful. Draco had never referred to you that way, every time you heard him say that you had scolded him and ignored him for several days until he finally mentioned that he had "learned his lesson" and there was no need for you to continue applying towards his person the law of ice, but now everything felt very different and that is that those same words, the ones that were always addressed to someone other than you, had finally come out of his mouth to hurt you, on purpose; Draco wanted to hurt you.
"You don't mean that," you said, putting a small space between you so you could find some kind of repentance in it, finding yourself with an icy look that denoted the opposite. "Tell me that's not true, Draco."
"Why aren't you able to understand that I don't need a thing like you near me?" He questioned coldly. "I want you to leave, to disappear from my life, and, if it were up to me, I would use Obliviate on myself so I don't know who you are because having you in my life, the simple fact that you exist, is a burden for me that seems to be dragging all life."
You didn't realize it until Draco's gaze flickered for a second, and a lone tear was slowly rolling down your cheek.
You quickly licked your lips, biting the bottom one while the gears in your head began to turn slowly and gradually picked up speed, finally making you fit all the pieces in front of you. Maybe Draco didn't want to say those horrible things to you, but the mere fact that he was looking at you that way was enough to make you see that everything had changed between you since the beginning of this last term and that neither your script nor the power of the universe would change, everything that was happening.
"When I leave, listen well to what I'm going to tell you, when I leave you'll miss me," you indicated, frowning and pointing at him accusingly with your index finger. "You'll miss me for my hair, for my walk, and you'll miss me everywhere because I'll never see you again, Draco, and, I hope, by then, the whole thing with you and Voldemort will be settled, and you'll realize what you have done."
In anger and heartbroken in your hand, you walked away from the Slytherin house wizard you loved so much, walking out of the room you had managed to sneak into and where so many secrets had come to light and, almost for an instant, You thought that this was not happening, that it had not been planned in your script and, no matter how much you tried to search in your mind when everything had gotten out of control, you made sure that perhaps you did not correctly specify what should happen as soon as Draco revealed his darkest secret to you. You should have outlined certain sections of his personality, his reactions to the truth, and his feelings toward you, but it was already too late and you doubted that tearing up that sheet of paper that was under your pillow would fix something that was already done.
It was simply too late.
The only thing you were able to hear in those long corridors were your footsteps, quick and light, moving as far as they could from the wizard who had done you so much harm, guiding you towards the secluded part of Hogwarts where, with good luck, you wouldn't be touched. I would find no one, where you could vent yourself to the point of exhaustion and where you would end that adventure you had embarked on for the last year.
You ignored Hermione when she greeted you just a few steps from the classroom where McGonagall would be teaching her class in a few minutes, you evaded Ron when he came to hug you at the height of the Great Hall, and you bumped your shoulder into Harry's when you were near Hagrid's house, without listening and seeing so many other people who appreciated you so much along the way. Your mind was fixed on one person and, it was rude not to say goodbye, of course, they would hate you when they saw that you would not return, but you were aware that they never knew that you were not part of their world and you thanked God for that; if any of your friends found out you were gone forever, they would do the unthinkable to keep you with them, and all you wanted was for them not to grieve for your departure and hate you for not telling them.
If they hated you, they wouldn't feel so bad, and therefore they would end up forgetting you.
«And, now, to go back home», you thought to yourself once you saw the small tree, already grown, that you had planted once you arrived at Hogwarts. In addition to your "magic word", a security one that allowed you to return to your reality, you strengthened that return even more with the presence of that tree, which would only remain because of others while you were there.
You sighed shakily, trying to prevent more tears from falling down your cheeks, and allowed yourself to lean back against the strong trunk of the tree before letting yourself drag slowly to the ground until you were sitting on the greenish grass that you loved to see, touch and smell so much. Being there always gave you a very strange positive energy and tranquility that you appreciated once you returned to your desired reality. Planting your hand on the small greenish strips of the ground brought you back to reality, that everything was happening and, blinking several times, you felt yourself entering a trance from which you did not want to come out. As you slowly turned your head towards the huge castle that was illuminated by the afternoon sun, which was already hiding to give way to night, you couldn't help but smile, thus saying goodbye to your parents, all your siblings, your friends, and of Draco. That would no longer be a see you later, as normally happened, but a goodbye forever.
You closed your eyes again, this time standing upright and covering yourself with the great tunic that you always wore, whose aroma sailed up to your nose and that let you know that this would be the last memory you would have of your desired reality, a dream that you never you believed until it happened to you. As you said the safe word, the one that would return you to your reality, you couldn't help but remember every person you had met in the world of Harry Potter: Your family who were eager for you to return that year because of what they said about Lord Voldemort, you hoped they would have a happy ending and not suffer the wrath of the noseless one you had learned to hate so much; your friends at Hogwarts, among which were the Weasley twins, Ginny, Neville, Luna, and many others, you prayed that they knew how to protect themselves and learned everything they needed to face Voldemort when the time came, the golden trio that, almost prepared for the appearance of the villain, remained as strong as ever.
And Draco. You just hoped that Draco would be happy, whether it was with you or without you.
A few minutes later, the Hogwarts grounds lit up like never before and a warm breeze filled the premises and surroundings. Harry, Hermione, and Ron didn't understand why their hearts felt so empty, but it only took one look at the empty seat that belonged to you and at Malfoy to realize that he had made the worst mistake of his life.
Draco knew then that he had lost you forever.
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prttydolls · 2 years
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A draco one shot where female reader is cheering for Draco in the stands wearing his jersey and after they win she hugs him and kisses him all proud of him and a photographer captures the moment and years later they visit the school after graduating and marrying eachother and they see that photo after that win and they remember that day and how much they miss being at Hogwarts. Maybe even at one point where Scorpious is in 5th year or later he sees that photo and is happy to be the son of 2 people who really love each other.
deserving ˖*°࿐ᵕ̈ draco malfoy
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ˋ°•*⁀➷ warning(s) : bad writing.
ˋ°•*⁀➷ authors note : ty for requesting!! i added lyra i hope u dont mind :)) also, i think im losing my mojo writing for draco :( like its just so messy and not the same as it was before.. PLEASE REBLOG!! thank you 💞
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1997
“and malfoy wins the cup for this season! slytherin wins!” the announcer shouted loudly.
the slytherins cheered very loudly while the other houses groaned and boo'ed the slytherins. draco had a smug smile, he was proud for himself.
he couldn't have done it without his beautiful muse, y/n. who encouraged him to carry on the game.
draco flew to the slytherin stands and gave y/n the snitch, “this ones for you my love.” draco smiled as he gave you the snitch. you felt your cheekss heated up and smiled shyly as you received the gift from him. you mouthed him a 'i love you.'
all eyes were all on you, they all found you such a adorable couple.
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you and draco were walking back to the castle, he was still in his quidditch uniform. colin a 3rd year came up to you with his muggle camera.
“h-hi! can i take a picture from the both of you?” the small gryffindor nervously asked.
you both nodded and posed for the camera, a small flash came before your eyes and there was 2 freshly developed photos.
“thank you! here.. you could have this!” colin handed you the photograph and ran back to the castle.
“i think hes scared of you dray.” you laughed,draco scoffed “he should be.”
the photograph contained the both of you smiling and dracos arm on your waist.
it was perfect.
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that day later, you and draco saw the photograph that colin took in the wall of achievements. it labeled, “october 12, 1997 slytherin wins the quidditch cup!” you both smiled at it, but draco just wanted to put a comment about it.
“they should've put the most hottest slytherin couple” draco joked, you nudged him in the arm and laughed with him.
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2021
that was years ago from now, you married draco and got a beautiful baby boy after being married for 3 months . and was blessed with a baby girl when scorpius was 10
draco was so greatful for you, he truly didnt deserved to be blessed with three angels.
the both of you were visiting scorpius with lyra, until you saw him looking at the wall of achievements from 1997.
he was looking at the pictures that was taken from dracos victory in quidditch. “oh! hi mom hi dad! also, hii lyra.” scorpius greeted as he gsve the three of you hugs.
“hi scorpy!” lyra did grabby hands to her older brother. Scorpius took lyra away from you and carried her.
“scorp, how are you my boy?” draco asked, “im doing good dad! i got the highest score than everyone else!” scorpius excitedly rants.
you and draco smiled at him, he truly reminded the both of you as eachother.
“look! mama its youu and dada!” the five yearold babbled, draco just smiled with content he truly did not deserve any of you.
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PROMISES | Draco Malfoy
Pairing: Draco Malfoy x oc Words: 1.3k Summary: Draco and Cassie have come to a tipping point. Will they fall forward together or will one of them fall back, into the safety of being alone, inevitably breaking the other's heart? Warnings: relationship conflict, mention of loss of a loved one, implied arranged marriage, physical affection [just kissing]
Prompt inspo from @urfriendlywriter
“It’s a wedding, Draco. We have to say vows,” Cassie sighed, from her spot at her desk. Every time they tried to discuss wedding plans, they ended up in this argument.
“What’s the point in making promises we don’t know we’re going to keep?” he nearly groaned. He stood in front of the fireplace, one arm crossed over his chest, supporting his other arm that held his fingers pressed to the bridge of his nose.
Cassie tossed the quill down onto the parchment, on which she had been jotting the decisions they made, the nib splattering droplets of black ink on the page. “How many times do I have to tell you? I may not have chosen to marry you, but I am marrying you. I mean to keep my promises.” She left the soiled paper on the desk and crossed to him. Stopping just an arm's reach away, she could see the way the fire caused shadows to dance over the side of his face.
“You’re going to keep your promises?” he asked, his tone verging on disbelief. He dropped his fingers from his nose, tucking them into the crook of his folded arm. Cassie knew he was holding himself at a distance like she had done for so long; his body turned away from her, his arms folded over his chest.
“Yes,” she breathed.
“For better, and for worse?”
“Yes.”
“In sickness, and in health?” he asked, turning to look at her, an eyebrow raised.
“Yes, Draco,” she responded, annoyance seeping into her tone.
“To love and to cherish, until death do us part?” His eyes bore into her, searching, pleading for the answer he wanted. If she would just tip, he would follow her into that terrifying oblivion that lay below.
“Until death do us part,” she said confidently. When his expectant look didn’t falter, she lowered her eyes from his, studying the pattern on the rug.
His scoff hit her like a punch to the gut as he brushed past her, leaving her alone by the fireplace.
She covered the short distance to the small sofa before the fire and settled on it. Her elbows found her knees, and she buried her face in her hands. She rubbed at her face before dragging her hands through her hair and clasping them behind her neck, her shoulders finding the backrest of the couch.
For a moment, they were silent, but the room still buzzed with energy between them. Cassie collapsed on the couch and Draco leaning against one post of their four-poster bed.
“We’ve talked about this,” Cassie said tiredly. Even though she no longer thought she would disparage Sebastian's memory by marrying Draco, she was terrified of putting her heart on the line again when she had no guarantee that he would do the same.
How she couldn’t see it in his face, the way his eyes begged her to give him something to hold on to, hope for, he didn’t know.
“Yes, Cassie, we’ve talked about it. You’ve told me you’re not strong enough to try again,” he said, referring to their earlier conversation about her past, his dubiety evident from his inflection.
“I would if you would just ask me to!” she blustered, turning to look at his back, surprising even herself that she hoped he would turn around and do just that.
When he didn’t respond, she stood from the couch and moved to lean her forehead on the mantle of the fireplace. As they stood there, backs to each other across the room, she could see her entire future in him at that moment. A future of civility in public and anguish in private. They would be tied together with an invisible string forever, constantly pulling away from each other, only coming together in the brief moments of palliation when the memories become too much.
She turned to look at him, getting his profile now that he had turned to rest his back against the post. She waited. She hoped he would say something. She had just given him the perfect opportunity.
Cassie threw her hands up in the air, exasperated, and began pacing the front of their room, from fireplace to door to desk and back again. She chewed at the long nail of her thumb as she debated her next words. Her stomach churned as she thought about them, what the words would mean when they had no choice but to be married. Calling off the wedding wasn’t an option, and it would make for a very awkward ceremony if they couldn’t even look at each other.
Finally, she spoke as she crossed back and forth, her words coming out fast and feverish, "You were right. I'm not strong, neither am I brave. But I'm braver than you right now, because I'm ready for this to be finally over. Please stop toying with my feelings. Either kiss me, or break my hea–"
"Stop moving then," Draco said in a low voice, pushing off from the bedpost. He crossed the room and met her where she had stopped at his command in front of the fireplace. His long strides making quick work of the trip, Cassie barely had a second to think before she was towered over by the blonde. His hands found a home on either side of her face. His tender thumbs caressed her cheeks. His long fingers were cold on her nape. After a miniscule moment of hesitation in which Draco feared what this change would mean, feared she hadn’t meant what she said, and most of all feared she would push him away, he ultimately lowered his lips to hers. Allowing them to meet gently, he gave her the chance to change her mind, to pull her head out of his gentle grip, and when she didn’t, when instead she lifted herself onto her toes, hands braced on his chest, to push herself further into him, he melted.
His hands brushed behind her, traveling down her spine until they came to rest at her waist. Cassie’s head tilted, their mouths finding each other in a new way. She pushed her hands up his chest and let them wrap around his neck, one hand finding its way into his silky platinum hair.
He groaned against her mouth when she curled her fingers in his hair, her nails lightly scraping his scalp.
Cassie expected him to take things deeper, but instead he pushed lightly on her waist, pulling his lips from hers, resting his forehead on hers. She furrowed her brows, about to ask what she had done wrong, when he smiled, a soft laugh escaping.
Cassie gazed with wonder into his closed eyes as he spoke with anticipation. "I'm not ready for this to be over." He lazily pressed his lips to hers again. "I'm ready," and another quick kiss, "to finally be real with you, Cassie," he pulled his forehead from hers and she cursed the free space between them as he ran his knuckles down her cheek, "would you let me be?"
Cassie scoffed playfully, her arms resting on his shoulders, hand back to mussing his hair atop his head.
“Only if you promise me.”
Draco smirked, a rich laugh dying in the back of his throat as he lowered his head to hers again. Cassie felt like she might melt into a puddle on the floor, but Draco held her anchored securely with an arm looped around her waist, the other sliding into her hair from the nape of her neck. He let his fingers lightly scrape as he pushed them up further, and Cassie understood why he had groaned earlier when each graze sent a rush of tingles throughout her head. She smiled into their kiss. Being real meant a very real chance of being hurt, but as she swayed in Draco’s arms while they explored each other for the first time, it didn’t seem so scary.
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fivenightslaughter · 28 days
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Wicked Serpentine (Part 8)
pairing: draco malfoy x femravenclaw!oc (some like george weasley x femravenclaw!oc too)
summary: slowburn enemies to lovers fic, a TON of parts. (continued after ... 3 years..) i'm back lol)
warnings: blood purism, bullying, swearing, descriptive physical danger, violence. Awful Draco
taglist: @gloryekaterina
taglist: let me know if you’re interested in being added!
Roughly a month had gone by, my last real interaction with Malfoy being my first school day in the Great Hall.
Snape had reassigned partners and tables after only the first day, likely due to Harry and Ron’s noise from the first class. I was paired with Hermione, thankfully. She was pleasantly quiet but helpful when she needed to be. My friendship with her had furthered quite a bit, but less so with the boys. I wasn’t actively attempting to befriend Harry after Snape’s hostility.
Flitwick and I hit it off and he quickly became my runner-up favorite teacher, just behind Snape. I frequently stayed behind in his classroom to discuss muggle music and the world as a whole. It was the only part of my day I could get truly lost in.
I’d eventually learned the schedules of Luna and Cho, sitting with them on days they’d be in the dining hall. Rarely was my attention drawn to the blond across the hall on the days he was there, either. He’d been looking rather sick, lately.
Not that I actively tried to look at him.
It just struck me whenever I’d happen to catch his silvery strands in my peripheral. His face looked sunken, his cheeks hollow. Instead of marble, he looked almost grey. It made my heart hurt a little. How could someone look so ghostly, as if he was always floating? It reminded me of a dried volcano, stiff and cold.
His head bobbed up, his eyes meeting mine for the first time since I’d walked off from him a month ago.
“Eris?” A voice snapped me back to the present. It was Hermione. She had said something that I didn’t catch at all.
I looked at her, my mouth slightly parted. Dumbly, I replied, “Huh?”
She gave me a small laugh and stabbed at her food, cocking her head to the side exasperatedly.
“I said, Snape is assigning new partners, something about people falling behind already. I’ll miss the quiet of sitting next to you. Seriously, I will.” She let her shoulders droop sadly, a glimmer of sadness in her eyes.
I heard her teeth slide on the fork as she ate, mildly sullen. I felt bad. I hadn’t even known we were switching partners, I must have been too caught up during potions to hear Snape mention the change.
“Hey, we’ll still eat together. Maybe I’ll kick Ron out of his seat every once in a while.” I joked. Her mood seemed to perk back up a bit at that, nodding.
“That’d be perfect, wouldn’t it, Ron?” She nudged him jokingly.
He whipped his neck to face her, food falling out of his mouth. He was too busy talking to Harry to notice our conversation, so he looked absolutely lost.
“Wha…?” Food tumbled from his mouth. I groaned and Hermione bit her lip in a laugh. The way she looked at him was cute, a twinkle in her eyes lighting as if everything he did was enchanting.
“Nothing, Ronald. Just… Chew your bloody food!” She choked out, noticing the knowing smile I was giving her halfway through her sentence.
He scrunched his nose up, confused and annoyed. He finished, crumbs still dusting his lips.
“Whatever, ‘Mione.” He dismissed, turning back to Harry. They were discussing something Quidditch related.
She exhaled through her nose, rolling her eyes. I watched as she packed her sprawled books and papers into her bag, deep in her thoughts.
Her eyes lit up for a moment and she immediately looked back at me.
“Oh! I almost forgot. We all have lessons but you’re free after this, right? Snape said he’d post a parchment outside his room with the partners. You should check it out.” She beamed.
I paused in thought for a second. Should I go check? I shrugged.
“Yeah, sure. I will.” I saw no harm in making my way to the classroom. I’d gotten a much better hang of the hallways to my classes and the library. The dungeons and the Room of Requirement remained untraveled for now, the map buried in the bottom of my bag. I’d taken it out to mark it up whenever I discovered a new direction or an alternate way to a class.
It was incredibly helpful and I was glad I befriended Hermione. Maybe I could go check out partners and find her later to let her know who she got. I’m sure she’d appreciate knowing beforehand what she was in for.
Satisfied, she dropped her last book in her bag and stood.
“Right, well I’ll see you!” She waved farewell, already taking off from the table. Ron and Harry were still engrossed in their conversation about Quidditch. I tuned in, a name immediately catching my ear.
“Of course we’ll win, Harry. Malfoy’s played like shit lately. Serves him right, bloody bastard.” Ron bragged. Harry nodded in response, noticing my sudden interest in the conversation.
“Eris, you haven’t been to a Quidditch game yet, have you?” He asked, already knowing the answer.
“Ah, no I haven’t.” I sheepishly rubbed the back of my neck. I didn’t have an intense interest in sports in the muggle world and wasn’t sure how much more exciting they could be in the wizarding world, so it hadn’t piqued my interest.
Harry’s head leaned against his hand and he seemed to nod slowly for a second before smacking his hands on the table.
“Come to the game today. I’ll ask Hermione to save you a seat.” He mused decidedly. Ron shrugged, agreeing.
“Okay, sure. I’ll come then.” I confirmed.
Glad at my response, he turned his attention back to Ron.
“Ready to go?” He asked him.
They got up and left for their next lesson, which I’m pretty sure was a history class I’d often heard them complain about. I still sat, popping a final piece of food into my mouth. I planned out my route in my head. First to Snape’s, then to the library to study intensively.
It felt like a solid enough plan.
I stood and left the hall, making sure I didn’t leave anything at the table. I made my way to Snape’s classroom. It was a different way than when I’d originally followed Malfoy and I was grateful I didn’t have to relive my cowardice every time I went to Potions in the mornings.
The clock tower chimed while I was walking and people pushed by me as I made my way down the hallways. Some people stood idly and hung out with one another, sitting in window sills or quickly scurrying somewhere.
I watched a class fill into Snape’s classroom and I walked up to the doorway. A small plaque with a scroll of parchment hung on the wall.
“FIRST PERIOD PARTNERS
HERMIONE GRANGER - NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM
HARRY POTTER - SEAMUS FINNIGAN
RONALD WEASLEY - PADMA PATIL
ERIS WOODWORK - DRACO MALFOY “
There was more, but my heart stuck in my throat. This couldn’t be real. I reread it several times, finally making my way to the bottom.
There was a tiny footnote stating partner changes were not permitted and must remain as written on the parchment. I felt myself shrink. Maybe Snape didn’t know how bad Malfoy would treat me?
I shook my head at the thought. It was quite obvious how poorly he treated everyone. Just because my interactions with him have been few and far between doesn’t mean he didn’t endlessly snip at other people.
In fact, the only times I ever heard his voice was when he was chastising Harry or Hermione, or making a comment about how Ron lives in squalor. It was unpleasant but at the very least I could be glad it wasn’t directed towards me.
I dreaded this partnership, but at least now I’d read the list like I said I would. Later, I’d be able to tell Hermione and the boys who they’d been partnered with.
I took off to the library, my mind spinning. I accidentally bumped into someone in the hallway and his hands shot out to steady my shoulders before I could fall to the ground. I recognized him as Malfoy’s original partner in Potions.
He eyed me up and down, removing his hands once I was steady. I vaguely recalled Ron calling him Zabini.
“Be careful. Never know who you’ll run into in these halls. You’re lucky it was me.” He spoke smugly, clearly a bit vain.
I raised an eyebrow at him, nodding.
“Yeah, I’ll be more careful.” I replied. I started to walk off when he spoke, tucking his hands in his pockets.
“Fuckin’ better be.” Was all he said as he continued to walk as well.
It unsettled me in the weird way that Slytherins were good at. A switch seemed glued to their emotions, fully able to flip at any time. It was startling. A chill eased down my spine and I hurried toward the library, no longer taking my time as I had before.
Finally arriving a bit breathless, I entered the space that had become most familiar to me over the last month. Giving a nod in Madam Pince’s direction, she gave me a puckered and stiff smile.
She was an intolerable vulture that only cared for her books, but I’d come to be in her relatively good graces. With my quiet presence and care for the texts, I was often the only one in the library with her. In her own way, I think she kind of liked me there.
Tucking into my usual space behind a few large bookshelves, I pulled a lesson book out of my school bag, along with a parchment and quill. We had just gone over a new spell in Flitwick’s class and I was determined to study it down to every flick of the wand.
A seat pulled out beside me and a book dropped down onto the table just loud enough for me to wince. I glanced over. It was “Libatius Borage’s ADVANCED POTION MAKING” book. I recognized it from my class with Snape.
I watched black robes swish down into the seat beside me, defeated looking. My surprise was immeasurable when I met empty, silvery eyes and messy moonbeam-colored hair. I couldn’t stifle a tiny gasp that slipped from my lips.
“Malfoy…?”
He leaned his head back against the top of the chair, remaining in quiet for what felt like a couple minutes as I dumbfoundedly stared at him. Seeming to find his resolve, he sat up. He leaned forward towards the table and didn’t meet my eyes again.
“Snape reassigned everyone because of me.” He stated. He was looking straight ahead, his eyes travelling up the spines of books in front of the table we were at. It felt wrong hearing a real sentence from him, especially one that wasn’t littered with insults.
“He thinks I’m fucking falling behind.” He was the second Slytherin I’d heard swear today, but his anger didn't quite reach his eyes. I watched a stray strand of hair fall from his slicked back ones, lightly resting on his forehead. He looked hopelessly disheveled the longer I looked at him.
My eyebrows knit together with concern.
“Are you okay, Draco?” I tried to be genuine, my voice soft and low. I barely breathed it and regretted it the second I said it as he flipped to face me. His lips were pressed in a tight line, chapped and pale.
“Don’t you dare call me by my first name, mudblood.” He snapped.
I felt my body tense up and my blood run cold at the tone he used. I desperately fought the water that immediately welled up in my eyes, coaching myself to just breathe carefully. I hoped he couldn’t tell how pathetic he made me feel. I just wanted to move on, now.
I decided that if he didn’t want my help, that he didn’t need it. There was nothing I could do to help him, and talking clearly wouldn’t solve anything. I wasn’t going to give him power over me, so I did the only thing I could think of.
I went on as normal. I focused back on the book for Flitwick’s, pulling my wand from my bag and placing it on the desk. Flitwick had even written a couple notes for me himself, explaining things in a better way the book could.
I had spoken to him about Scourgify, mentioning how Cho had done it and it was something I wanted to learn. He included notes about how to perform it, but I kept failing without a physical example of how to cast it.
All I had in my head was the memory of Cho, which I’d been too in shock from Malfoy’s prank to fully grasp the technique of. I had been trying to practice on dirty spoons I’d snagged from the Great Hall. I kept one wrapped in a fabric napkin and tucked into my bag, switching the spoon out for a different one each time I went to eat.
Ignoring the blond sitting next to me, I pulled the spoon out and placed it on the table in front of me. I unraveled it and there it was, just a gross spoon.
Taking a deep breath, I picked up my wand and reread Flitwick’s notes, as well as the pages in the textbook. Holding a book in one hand and my wand in the other steadily, I focused on the spoon.
“Scourgify.” I half whispered, trying to work with the tiny bit of light that sparked on my wand. I could never get farther than just a tiny emittance from my wand. It had been weeks and I still struggled to get it. It was clear from my frustration that this wasn’t the first time.
I heard a scoff from my side. I realized a set of steely eyes had focused on what I was doing as if I were some kind of entertainment. I ignored him, trying it again. And again.
I had attempted Scourgify on the spoon a good four times before he shot up out of his chair, blatantly annoyed.
“You’re literally doing everything wrong.” He muttered crossly.
I heaved a sigh, dropping my book to the table. I turned to put my wand away in my bag but he stopped me. He stood behind my chair, leaning over my shoulder. Mint and cologne overpowered my senses as he corrected me sourly.
“No, just… Merlin, you have to-” he grabbed my wrist and pointed towards the spoon, swishing my hand in a sort of ‘S’ shape. “Swish it, like this. Say it. Now.” He instructed rudely, guiding my hand to motion correctly. His cold, silver ring made me clench my wand as tightly as the night I’d got it.
“Scourgify.” I spoke boldly, jumping a slight bit as the grime left the spoon in an immediate little spark. I swallowed loudly, a disbelieving laugh bubbling softly through my lips. I turned my face to thank him before my mind could reject the idea.
However, when I turned, he had simply gone. I guess I was a bit glad he had disappeared, otherwise I would have proved his point by thanking him. Stroked his ego, probably.
I turned back to my book, writing down what I had just learned. I felt so excited and accomplished that I’d pushed away how weird that situation really was.
Did he really just grab my wrist like that? Why did he never seem to have a grasp on personal space? I tried to move on, finding the dustiest book I could find to try the spell again.
Much to my disappointment when, just as before, trying the spell only made my wand fizzle slightly.
Disappointed, I slumped down into my seat. I spent the next half hour trying to focus on Potions instead, opting to note things I noticed during class. Such as the physical traits of ingredients I was confused by.
Out of my peripheral, I noticed a light-blond head duck quietly from between some shelves, past me, and out of the library doors.
There was a book on the opposite end of the table that wasn’t there before.
I stood and walked over, picking it up. I flicked through it and much to my surprise, it was a Charms book. It was filled with neatly scribbled notes in the margins, shapes and arrows showing how to cast some simple charms I knew would get covered this year.
Some of the ink was slightly smeared a tiny bit, clearly brand new. Whereas other notes in it were old and the ink slightly faded.
Flipping to the very back cover, I read
‘If lost, return to Draco L. Malfoy’
in the same handwriting as the notes throughout, slightly faded.
What the hell?
A piece of parchment slipped from between some of the pages into my lap.
“You’re dense. Read my notes and maybe you won’t look so ridiculous.” It read.
That made much more sense. I guess I'll just... Study this all, then.
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Y/n: Hey Draco, did you hurt yourself falling from heaven?
Draco: No, but I scraped my knee coming up from hell
Y/n: … That explains why you're so hot
Draco: *smiles with a little blush*
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Draco x Reader
It's Us Against The World
I've had this hp fiction idea in my head for ages now and couldn't find anything like it so I decided to write my own :D (yes I am that desperate)
Also read on Ao3:
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This starts off at the opening dinner scene of Deathly Hallows Pt1 where the muggle sympathizer is killed and Draco fights to hold it together.
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Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.
Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.
Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.
It was the gentle chant she replayed in her head that kept her sane, the rhythmic clatter of the utensils reprising actions over and over dimmed the roaring chaos of her brain. It stiffened her mind to a numbing rhythm, allowing her to remain woefully ignorant to the thunderous bolt of green that zipped past her hands to strike the researcher who now lay limp on the dining table, whose stiff fingers now strayed threateningly close to her plate.
It was another gathering of death eaters and their relatives, another session of Voldemort's' inspirational advocations of cleansing the earth of all muggle-born concluding with yet another corpse gracing their table. This time it was a witch, their own kin, who sprawled lifeless below them. She had believed that muggles and witches could breed and publicly advocated her beliefs, even publishing research to prove that no "contamination of pure blood" had any correlation with decreased wizarding ability. It was what some more conservative speakers of the magistrate argued to be a blasphemous outroar, condemning the inflaming public support that had now inevitably ended more than her career.
And now all y/n could do was stare down at her dish and beg her mind to maintain her nonchalant display as horrors unfolded before her, it took all remaining shreds of sanity and self-control to slice yet another piece of tasteless beef and chew it to groundless mush, to disregard the singed, blooded curls that now danced around her plate.
Ignoring the savage choirs of gratitude to the Dark Lord from her parents and their fellow death eaters chipped at her ability to anchor the stale meal to her stomach, yet her current focus was now derived from urging her body not to hurl but instead forcing her eyes to remain downcast as they had been for the entirety of the event. She battled to restrain the almost uncontrollable will to cast a subtle upwards glance at the boy sitting opposite her knowing exactly what she would be faced with.
His face would have a deathly pale glow, lips pursed to a trembling pale line, eyes welled with unshed tears resulting in bright puffy red lids, arms quaking with efforts of wheezing breaths through the suffocating guilt, fists clenched atop the table, meal untouched, nails digging into the skin of his palms till they broke away crimson.
She'd have to remember to clean them later.
He didn't understand how she did it. He didn't understand how she could act so steadfast and unbothered by the nightmare unravelling itself before them. He couldn't understand her unwavering motions as she picked up yet another piece of meat and placed it to her lips while the corpse of yet another human, one that had been desperate and pleading not seconds ago, dropped with a sickening lifeless thud before them. He didn't understand the unbothered demeanor that surrounded her like a plate of armor, the one that deflected the sickening screams and pleas of all victims that would torture his mind for weeks but prevented her from a single second of flinching unease. He didn't understand how she could seem so detached from all the torment she witnessed but have all that armor fracture and rupture the moment she found seclusion.
Only he knew too well that in the darkest depths of isolation and with complete assurance that nobody else would witness the havoc did she shred apart every raw comprehensible emotion and allow herself an instant where she could break down every feasible sentiment and be oh-so vulnerable. Only in those feeble seconds could they hold each other dream beyond hope that one day this would all be over, that this entrapment is merely a temporary sentence. It was the silent hysterical weeping and quivering and trembling that they allowed themselves to display only to one another that kept them sane just a little while longer. Those were the thoughts racing through his head as fought against the sob racking its way up his throat.
Yet even with so much explanation, Draco still couldn't understand how she manage to hold on to her composure.
It was then that their eyes met. Only for an instantaneous second did she break the rhythm of her motions, fork hovering just below her lips for a single fraction longer. And yet it was all the communication they needed, only a momentary glance at her pale, glassy eyes and he understood the meaning. It was the only indication of a chipping armor, a waxy layer of tears clouding her vision and a silent appeal to urge him to start his meal and avoid any deriving suspicion.
And so that's what he did. With trembling motions, he unclenched his palms which came away crimson, and mirrored her every action to perfection.
Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.
Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.
Fork. Plate. Mouth. Chew.
And silently he understood. 
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Hey I just wanted to let you know I loved the Mafia Draco fic you wrote that I requested. It was absolutely perfect. I was wondering if you do a part 2 where Draco tells her what happened and they have hot steamy sex.
My hero
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Pairing: mafia Draco x fem reader
Summary: Draco comes back mad about the situation at the casino and you can't help but thank him for what he did…
Word count:1'012
Warning: shower sex, Draco's anger in the beginning so aggressive to soft, I think that's it.
Universe: mafia
A/n: I'm glad you liked it and thank you so as requested here's part 2 of fine line
All mistakes are mine
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Your feet sat up on the coffee table and your study books in hand when the door came open startling you as the knob hit the wall. Draco came in; his pale skin littered with blood. He looked enraged. a glare that you recognized too well with his line of work on his face. You sat forward watching as he pulled the dark cover from his suit off his body.
"Draco what's the matter? I thought the trade would have gone well," you ask treading lightly
"I killed him." He said plainly, heading for the kitchen and you followed jumping to your feet in shock.
"What? I- why?" You stuttered, entering the kitchen where he held a glass of orange juice.
He slammed the glass down, sending shards of broken glass and orange juice across the counter.
"Because!" He pauses breathing in deeply
"Because, he insulted you and you know how I feel about that. I don't want anyone saying anything about you." He finished, a hand running through his platinum hair. You knew better than anyone that Draco's temper mixed with his love for you was a storm, but you couldn't deny that Draco being so determined to defend you was a turn on. You sighed, grabbing onto his forearm where his favorite tattoo lay, pulling him towards the stairs.
"Let's get you cleaned up and I'll come down later to clean this." you stated, taking him up the steps towards your shared bedroom. You began helping him pull away his clothes, water running as you purposefully ran a hand down his black dress pants. a hiss left his lips when you got to his boxers, tugging them down his thighs as you kept eye contact with him. You come back up slowly, ignoring his cock as it stood tall for attention. You're only in a faded hoodie of his and some panties and it doesn't take long for him to slam you against the counter, lips attacking yours in a needy kiss and nothing was soft about it.
He makes quick work with his hands sneaking under the jacket, touching your warm skin as he strokes your curves. You keep up,wrapping your hands around his neck and tongue swirling with his. He pulls away to remove your- his hoodie from your body, leaving you in your black cotton panties. He swiftly takes those off of you, pulling open the glass door, you wrapped around him as he shuts it. You move like you're in a rush till you break the kiss. Your hands rest on his firm chest as you slip from his hands.
"Wait, I need to wash all this blood off of you" you explained clearing up his confusion. You reach for his body wash and lather the cloth in a decent amount before you rub the soap into the towel and reach for his neck. His blue eyes lock on yours, occasionally glancing at your smaller body. He was taller than you but you still washed his skin clean, rinsing the cloth and replacing the body soap with a face one instead as you clean the red from his cheeks.
"I love you" he says and you smile pulling back
"I love you too" you respond, heading towards his legs but he pulls you up. His lips collided with yours and you kissed him harder, loving the feeling of his lips against yours. you never got tired of feeling like your head was spinning when you kissed him. He groaned into the kiss as your body rubbed against his applying friction to his cock. the water rained over both of you making you nearly breathless as you moved together. the water dripped down his body as you gripped onto him. He grabbed the back of your thighs, a gasp leaving you. You're pushed against the glass, braising yourself on his shoulders.
"Keep your legs here." He ordered, releasing your leg. He brings the head of his length to your pussy pushing in slowly. Your head falls into his neck, the warm water trickling down your skin makes it all the more intense as he rocks into you. His breath is shallow and he's goaning, hands gripping under your ass cheek. Your nails are in his skin leaving red marks. He pulls you back and forth slamming you against him. The water against the shower floor and the clapping of your skin mixes with your moans.
You're both connected without talking, letting your bodies convey everything you can't put into words and Draco does a good job at twisting his anger with love. You don't have to guess where his feelings lie when he's showing you with the glide of his cock and grip on your body, trying to pull you closer so you can become one.
His lips leave gentle kisses on your neck that have shivers running down your spine and you have clamming down on him as he moves in and out of you. Your legs ache and the knot in your belly tugs tight. He angles his hips upward driving into places you didn't even know you had making you jerk in his hold.
"You gonna cum for me like a good girl" he whispers and you nod your head violently.
"Yes! Yes! yes! Yes! Please Draco!" You repeat, drunk on him.
"Sh shh shhh I'm gonna make it all better princess. just let go for me, let me get you there…please." He says nipping at your neck and you don't need to be told twice as your release takes over. Your toes curl on his back and you let an inaudible cry as you coat his cock in your juices. He thrust into you sloppily with random curses leaving him, his head falling back the water running through his hair as he paints your sensitive walls. You're shaking in his arms as he lowers you to your feet pressing his lips to yours. He pulls back, eyes searching yours.
"I'd do anything for you my love,"
And he proves that to you everyday…
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Draco's lovers and requests
@alexxavicry, @sarahthehuffpuff, @supercoffeeblogs, @thatwattpadobsessed, @amyclare04, @kyracanwrite, @animeloverfreak310, @imafangirl22, @phildunphyisadilf, @jac1ndaa
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can't get over my fem oc (who is draco's love interest) trying to teach basic house empathy to harry & the gang, gotta be one of my favourite scenes
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“So,” Harry started, directing her attention back across to him. “If I remember from your sorting ceremony, you’re- you’re Slytherin, right?”
“Mhm.” She nodded, turning back fully to face him and Hermione as Ron dug into his meal beside her. 
Harry exchanged a look with Hermione for a second before continuing. “You don’t exactly… seem like much of a Slytherin to me.”
She tilted her head, confused and slightly amused as he rushed to continue.
“I mean that in a good way. You seem… good . Most of the Slytherins are bullies, at least those I’ve talked to.”
She chewed, thinking, then swallowed. “Maybe you ought to be seeking out nicer Slytherins. Correct me if I’m wrong, but there are kind and rude people everywhere you go, and the same applies to the houses. The rude Slytherins here just seem to be a loud minority.”
Before Harry could answer, Ron cleared his throat, food clearly still in his mouth as he tried to talk around it. “Nuh-uh. Can’t be it. Slytherins are pricks. Always have been, always will be.” The words were garbled, but his message was clear. “You sure you aren’t in the wrong house?”
“Pretty sure.” Vivienne shot him with a side eye that had Hermione giggling behind her hand. “One of the first days I was here, Draco helped me get back to the Slytherin Commons and I saw the same sense of community and friendship you see among all the houses. Maybe I can just see this more clearly because I’ve been dropped here in the middle of the year, separated from whatever centuries old drama your houses have, but this is plain childish. Your worth and morality as a person isn’t determined by the animal mascot an old hat tells you that you embody. Look at the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws!” She gestured sweepingly to the students adorned with yellow and blue, sitting all together in groups of mixed houses. “They’ve figured that out. This petty Slytherin- Gryffindor feud is so ridiculously childish.” 
Both Harry and Ron looked somewhat offended by this and seemed ready to jump into a debate, but Hermione spoke before they could. “What she's saying…. It has merit. Think about it. She is a Slytherin, but she’s sitting here with us, not having insulted us even once, telling us to be empathetic and kind. She’s doing a better job at being brave than us just by sharing that opinion.”
Ron opened his mouth again to speak, but the two thuds under the table told Vivienne that both Harry and Hermione had kicked him in the shins to shut him up.
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♥ still in progress! but i've uploaded the first four chapters on ao3 here ->
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