#draco x male reader

[moiravim]

Draco Malfoy x Male Reader Headcanons

Warnings: mention of homophobia

You and Draco started dating in fourth year.

He liked you first, but you confessed because he was too nervous to.

At first he thought you were joking, but the moment he realized you were serious he confesses his feelings as well.

He had a bit of internalized homophobia from his parents, but got over it quickly after realizing he was gay in second year.

He becomes protective over you when he starts crushing on you.

When you first started dating it was a secret.

The first person Draco told was his best friend, Blaise. After seeing how much Blaise supported both of you, Draco became more confident and came out officially.

Most people supported your relationship with Draco once they found out. The only person who ever caused Draco any trouble was his father.

If anyone were to say anything homophobic to you, he'd feel the need to teach them a lesson.

His favorite nicknames for you are Darling, Love, and occasionally Baby. He'll also call you Prince during romantic settings.

If you like reading he'd love to go to the library and spend the whole day with you in one of his favorite places.

If you don't like reading, he'd probably drag you to the library anyways. You can do your own thing, he just likes the quiet atmosphere.

He absolutely adores you and just wants to be with you 24/7.

Your first kiss was in hogsmeade. The two of you went wandering around the town, hand in hand all night.

He calls you his pretty boy and kisses you all night. He loves cuddling and likes to spoon you.

Draco Malfoy is obsessed with his boyfriend, and just wants to show him how much he loves him. <3

[khami-the-raccoon]

Hello!

It’s me again, the one who made the Will request(I enjoyed it :D I almost wanted to eat your writing). Could you write a Draco Malfoy x Reader but it’s platonic? Perhaps Reader is the DADA professor and like a father figure to Draco(But the Reader doesn’t know).

(I have no life btw.)

Have a great day!

Hello! Thank you so much for your request! I’m very very happy to know you liked what I wrote for your last request :) I hope you like this one as well, and sorry if this took too long (again)

Draco Malfoy x male! Teacher! reader (platonic)

Summary: Draco Malfoy x male teacher reader, in which Draco sees reader as a father figure. (Platonic)

Word count: 1053

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Y/N was a highly skilled wizard who had been appointed as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Y/N was known for his wisdom, kindness, and unwavering dedication to his students.

One of his students, Draco Malfoy, was a young boy with a troubled past. Draco came from a family of pure-blood wizards who had strong ties to the dark side. Draco wasn’t the kindest guy at school, he often would bully other students or make them feel bad about themselves. Y/N never approved of Draco’s rising behavior, but he understood it was some kind of coping mechanism for his problems. Y/N also recognized the potential in Draco and decided he would help him open up about whatever was troubling him and making him feel so bad about himself he had to take it out on other students.

One day, Y/N was watching from afar the students outside the castle, some were chatting with each other, some were playing soccer, and others were studying on the grass. It didn’t matter what they were doing, but they were all together with other students and their friends. Everyone except Draco, who was sitting near the lake, alone. Looking upset.

Y/N frowned, he didn’t like seeing his students looking down.

He made his way outside, to the spot Draco was sitting.

“Draco, is everything alright?” Y/N asked once he was with Draco, the blonde boy looked at his professor.

“It's nothing, Professor Y/L. Just some family matters” he said, not wanting to look weak in front of Y/N, as if he didn’t want to disappoint him.

“Draco, you know you can trust me, right? I'm here for you, not just as your professor, but as someone who cares about you.” Y/N said, sitting next to Draco in the grass.

Draco sighed, he wanted to tell Y/N what he was feeling, what he was thinking… but he was still scared… he was still a scared child.

“It's my father. He expects so much from me, and I don't want to disappoint him, but sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in his expectations...” he said quietly. Finally having the courage to speak about what was making him feel so worthless.

Y/N felt bad for him, Draco was so young… he shouldn’t be going through this. Y/N understood, this feelings of being worthless Draco was experiencing were the cause of his mean behavior towards others… he just wanted validation.

“Draco, your worth is not defined by your family's expectations. You have the power to choose your path, to be the person you want to be. And I believe in you, Draco. I believe that you can rise above it all and become a force for good” Y/N said in a firm yet gentle voice.

Draco said, his eyes widening slightly. He couldn’t believe somebody could actually care for him “Wait… how can you still believe in me? After all I’ve done to others?” He said, looking at Y/N.

“You’re young, Draco. We all make mistakes when we’re young, that’s okay. And you’re not a bad person, you just need someone to guide you.” Y/N said. He was a kind soul.

The blonde boy looked at him, he wanted so bad to hug him, to be comforted by Y/N. The man had always been so important for him. Draco felt Y/N was the only one that could guide him and make him feel as if he wasn’t broken.

“Thank you, Professor…” Draco said quietly, and Y/N smiled and patted his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, everything’s going to be alright. And if you need my help, you can always come to my office, alright?”

“Alright”

For the first time in months, Y/N saw Draco smile, a real and happy smile.

Y/N felt a sense of relief and hope as he witnessed Draco's smile. He knew that this was just the beginning of Draco's journey towards self-discovery and growth. Y/N was determined to support him every step of the way.

In the following weeks, Y/N started having regular one-on-one sessions with Draco, providing a safe space for him to express his thoughts and emotions. Through their conversations, Y/N helped Draco understand that his worth wasn't determined by his family's expectations or his past actions. Y/N encouraged Draco to focus on his own values and aspirations, helping him discover his true potential.

As time went on, Draco's behavior started to change. He became more empathetic towards his fellow students, offering a helping hand instead of resorting to bullying. Y/N's guidance and belief in Draco's ability to change played a significant role in his transformation.

Draco's relationship with Y/N grew stronger with each passing day. Y/N became not only a mentor but also a father figure for Draco, someone Draco could confide in without fear of judgment. Y/N's unwavering support and understanding gave Draco the courage to confront his family's expectations and forge his own path.

One day, after Draco had a specially bad argument with his dad, he came to Y/N’s office, in tears.

“Oh Draco, it’s good to see you! Are you… alright…?” Y/N’s voice became concerned as he saw Draco sobbing.

“You had another argument with your father, right…?” The professor asked, and Draco nodded. “What was it about this time?”

“He said I-I was a traitor for not hating ‘mudbloods’…” Draco said, stuttering, Y/N felt so bad for him.

“I’m so sorry, Draco.” Y/N said softly, looking at the crying boy “but you’re doing the right thing, you’re brave and you have a good heart. Believe me” he said and smiled comfortingly. “Now, come here… I’m sure you need a hug” Y/N said and opened his arms.

Draco looked at him, shocked. He couldn’t believe Y/N was actually offering him a hug…?

Draco walked slowly and carefully to Y/N’s arms, as if asking for permission to be comforted. Lucius Malfoy, his ‘dad’ would never offer him a hug. But Y/N was different… he was kinder.

As Draco finally accepted the hug, Y/N put his arms around him comfortingly. And Draco felt finally safe and at home.

[biggestxsimps]

Study Date

Draco Malfoy x Male Reader

A/N: This requested over on our Wattpad! I really hope this is okay. Always, if there's anything you think should be changed, just let me know!

You loved to spend your evenings in the library, the smell of ageing pages and vintage furniture always made you feel comfortable. Of course, you weren’t just here to admire your surroundings, but to actually study.

Most of your classes you had, were with your boyfriend, Draco. And somehow, it became harder and harder to focus on classes and get work done. The two of you gossiping as your classes went on without you. Only truly focusing in your Potion’s classes, too afraid to be faced with Snape’s discipline.

That brings you to now, sitting behind a withering table on a just as old chair, as the lamp in front of you flickered ever-so-slightly. You lift your head, stretching your neck as you tear your eyes from the book that felt excruciatingly longer than it was, turning to your mumbling boyfriend.

His book laid open on the table and his hands were quick to copy the printed words onto a yellow-tinted parchment, the hushed words falling from his mouth as he wrote them. As he dips his quill, he glanced your way, noticing your eyes on him.

Leaving the quill in the inkwell, he faces you, a couple bones popping as he shifts out of his previously uncomfortable position. His eyes soften as they fall on you, a small tired smile creeping its way onto his face.

Your lips mimic his, it wasn’t often you saw Draco this relaxed, it was truly a sight for sore eyes. It almost made you sad, his smile not as familiar as it used to be. You sigh, that wasn’t a thought for now.

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this before I either fall asleep or my hand falls off.” He shakes his hand awake as he lets out a scoff, you chuckle, agreeing with him. “I can barely keep my eyes open anymore.” You rub your palms against your aching eyes, trying to keep them open just a little longer.

“I say we take a break.” He leans back in his chair as he crosses his arms. “We’ve been at this for hours.” You hear a slight whine in his voice, you couldn’t deny, a break sounded great right about now. You nod, bringing your arms above your head, exaggeratingly stretching as you groaned.

Once your arms dropped, you brought one to the boy beside you, resting your hand against his cheek. His eyes flutter shut as he digs himself further into your touch, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, bringing you closer.

A tense breath left his lips “I missed you, this.” You let out a little chuckle. “We’re with each other almost all day, every day.” His eyes open back up to send you a playful glare, his other hand sending a soft hit to your leg. “You know what I meant. It’s not often we get peaceful moments, like these, to ourselves.”

You respond, a grin still slightly evident on your face. "I suppose this is nice, I can't say I haven't missed being with you, like this." Your thumb starts to draw little circles against his cold cheek. He hums, clearly enjoying the feeling of your warmer hand.

"You're truly gorgeous, Draco." You watch as pink starts to find its way on his face, his lips slightly twitching before he sunk into your shoulder. You both let out your own quiet laughs, his head dipping into the crook of your neck.

Your hand falls from his cheek, slowly grazing over his body before stopping against his lower back, your fingers twiddling with his loose robes. He follows your movements, bringing his arms around you and holding his hands against your own back.

“You’re too kind to me.” You feel Draco’s smile against your neck as he talks. Your head starts to lightly shake as you whisper back to him. “Only as kind as you deserve.” His head lifts back up, only a few inches from your face. “Thank you.” You feel his light breath fan against your lips before he presses his lips against your own.

The kiss is chaste, full of love and longing as you tangle your hand into his hair, pulling him deeper into you. His hands reach to your neck, wrapping around before slightly pulling you lower into him. The both of you part, breathlessly gasping before reconnecting.

He slowly pulls away after a few seconds, his cheeks about as red as his swelling lips. A comforting silence fills the room as your fingers comb through his hair, brushing down the messy flyaways. Draco slightly hums at the touch, eyes falling shut again.

Draco sighs as he falls back into you. "How are you feeling, Love?" You gently scratch against his scalp before he mumbles against you. "Mhmm.. Just tired." You nod, slightly pulling him off of you.

"C'mere." You lean back as you tap your thighs. He drozily lifts out of his chair, taking a seat in your lap. You keep your torso tilted back as his body completely falls into yours, arms wrapped around your shoulders as he lays his head in your neck.

"Rest well, Draco." Your hand draws and lightly drags around his back, your lips placing a soft kiss against his forehead. He whispers back a "G'night" before you hear his light snores.

A/N: I honestly enjoyed writing this, give me more Draco requests pleasee (jk)

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[dracoxmalereader]

Could you maybe do artist!reader please? Where reader misplaced his sketchbook and Draco finds it and is filled with amazing drawings and a full spread just dedicated to Draco. The reader finds him looking at the sketchbook and reader gets all embarrassed thinking Draco had stolen it just to make fun of him.

Thank you!

Picture Perfect

Draco x Male Reader

Context: Early fourth year Draco is what I had in mind when reading this, but it could be read as anything a before or a little after it, and they're seatmates in transfiguration. Reader can also be read as any house. I took a little liberties with the concept, so the reader leaves the sketchbook behind at their desk instead of losing it. Sorry if it doesn't do the concept justice, I was having a hard time figuring out how to arrange it and still have them interact dynamically without making it a multi-chaptered story, which I figured would be a drag to read. </3

Summary: Draco just wants to know what's got you lost in that book of yours chucking glances at him. Leaving it behind at your shared desk like this is... well, what you won't know won't hurt you.

Word Count: 1445

The scratching of your pencil is quick to pull Draco from his concentration. Your fingers tug it back and forth over your paper, and he watches from his peripherals as your eyes flicker between him and your book. 

He turns his head, craning his neck to see, only for you to hunch over it. Your arm blocks the page from his view. The sound of McGonagall’s long-winded explanation of a color-change charm fades into background noise. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, voice a hushed whisper. 

“Why are you asking?” You snark in return. Accusation coats your tone. 

He scoffs, rolling his eyes. “Merlin, can’t I be curious? You’ve always got your head buried in that stupid book.” He tries not to let his dejection show.

“Mind your business, Malfoy.”

From across the room, McGonagall clears her throat. The two of you look up to see her staring pointedly at you, unimpressed expression practically radiating an exasperated ‘I’ll wait.’

Draco sneers. He sneakily tries to catch a glimpse of your book as McGonagall continues her lesson, frustration bubbling up in his stomach when you inch farther from him in your seat and angle yourself and the book away.

He turns, leaning his head on his hands and trying not to let your fleeting gaze bother him.

Class draws on. McGonagall sets the lot of you free to practice the charm she’d gone over. Through the corner of his eye, Draco sees your friends lunge out of their seats and come sauntering up towards you.

“L/N!” One of them chirps. You're whisked away by the arm away from your shared desk, barely leaving you time to even close your book, much less take it with you.

Draco’s eyes trail to it, knuckles twitching. He debates in his head his course of action, hands inching towards it for just a second before Goyle lays a startling hand on his shoulder. He almost jumps out of his skin. 

Whipping around to hiss at Goyle, he barks an insult at him. 

“What are you doing? Gonna take a look in that weirdo’s sketchbook?” Goyle snickers, Crabbe and Pansy approaching behind him. “Let’s see it, then-” He steps around the front of the desk, reaching for the book. 

Draco snatches it before he can grab it. “Piss off, you oaf! Last I checked this is your second worst class after charms, no?” 

He narrows his eyes at Goyle, who stares back at him dumbly.

“That’s what I thought. It would do you well to pay attention for once, unless you’d rather all of Slytherin know what a bloody dunce you are.”

Goyle huffs through his nose, and Draco tucks the book into his robe. 

“What’s got you throwing a wobbly, Malfoy?” Crabbe asks. He settles into your chair beside Draco, who’s brows draw tight. 

Pansy leans on the desk in front of him, shifting her weight back in forth in boredom waiting for his answer.

“Mind your business, Crabbe.” The blonde spits back.

They make quick work of the charm. Draco sends Goyle to bring their freshly recolored candles and goblets up to McGonagall for grading as Crabbe and Pansy disperse back to their regular seats. He turns to look behind him, glancing at you where you’re laughing with your friends. 

He watches you raise your wand to the friend that had pulled you away and with a flick and incantation, a vibrant green color bleeds into his hair until there’s none of its original color left. Your face contorts around chest-heaving cackles. 

It tugs at a part of Draco, fondness blooming in the space behind his sinuses. The corner of his mouth lifts up into a smirk of its own volition, and he has to yank himself back forwards before you can catch him staring.

He reaches into his robe, pulling your book out. He runs his thumbs along the sides of it. In the desk beside yours, a ravenclaw he hasn’t had the pleasantry of meeting yet is craning in his seat to try and snoop as well. Draco crinkles his nose and hunches over the book, protecting it from protruding eyes much like you had. 

Shaky fingers slip under the cover of the book and a chunk of the pages. Draco sucks in a breath and holds it as he flips the book open. Smoky, smudged drawings peer back at him. One of McGonagall, one of Crabbe and Goyle when they’d still sat in front of you, some of people he didn’t recognize. The breath leaves him, mouth hanging open behind it. 

He blinks down and turns another page, more drawings and doodles of all kinds plastered over it. Some drawings of hallways and staircases and Filch’s cat on one side, on the other a full-paged view of the great lake from the astronomy tower with tedious fingerprints smudged in the graphite. He gives himself a moment just to admire it, brows high on his face.

His fingers trace it lightly, careful not to ruin its artistry as he turns the page again and feels his face heat up at the sight that greets him. Doodles of him, some close and some far, smattered across the paper. At every distance the detail is admirable, the indents of your pencil visible in every stroke down to his individual eyelashes like he was the only muse you cared to draw so vividly. 

One of him in the tree in the courtyard, one of him with his cheeks puffed up with food in the great hall, one of him booing Potter in the stands at a quidditch game. He turns one more page and catches a brief glimpse of a half-done drawing that he presumes is the one you had just been working on before familiar hands are wrenching the sketchbook away from him.

“What do you think you're doing?”

Draco hadn’t even noticed the chatter of the classroom dying down. McGonagall starts droning on again about another spell she’s assigning for homework, and Draco stares up at your embarrassed expression, face growing impossibly warmer. 

“Well? Do you just think it’s funny to go sticking your nose in everyone’s business?” Your brows are furrowed and you’re red down to your neck, exasperatedly plopping down in your seat. You throw an expectant glare at him. "Just for something to make fun of me for?"

He tries to find the words, but his drying mouth stays halfway open. A strangled croak is all he can manage.

An audible huff funnels through your nose. “Don’t bother, it’s not like I’d expect you to have anything nice to say.”

You finally rip your focus away from him, and your grip on the book relaxes, moving to stuff it into your bag. Draco reaches out to grab your wrist before you can, a tad breathless when your eyes meet again. 

“They’re good.” He whisper-shouts. The compliment feels foreign on his tongue, running on urgency to carry him through it.

“What?”

He tries to keep his tone even, fighting to level his expression. “Your drawings, they’re good.” It comes out in a near-hiss, annoyed repetition not helping him sound less threatening.

“Oh.” Your face cinches in suspicion, but you set your sketchbook back down on the desk regardless. “Thanks.” Your pupils flicker up and down him where he’s still finding the rest of his words. 

“Just,” He starts on a sigh, and your shoulders draw up in fearful anticipation. His hand leaves your wrist. “Get my good side, yeah?” 

He pulls back to strike a poignant pose, chin resting on a loosely balled fist. Awkward silence settles between the two of you. At least, until he sees you cup a hand around your mouth in his peripherals and hears a choked giggle fight its way through.

“Hey!” He yaps, wrenching from his pose, sneer from earlier etching itself back onto him. “Be serious, I can’t have you immortalizing me if I look like I’ve just escaped Azkaban.”

“Immortalizing?” You tease, and he ignores the offense that flares up in his lungs. He maneuvers back into his pose as you're flipping your sketchbook open and twirling your pencil between your fingers. 

“Shut it, or I’ll burn that book of yours next time you leave it so graciously for me to steal.”

You shake your head, still smiling a smile that makes his heart skip a beat. The tip of your pencil taps against the paper, creative gaze washing over him. Another breathy chuckle from you has him considering tattling to his father, but as the sound of scribbling becomes audible another, smaller part of him is too busy wondering if you’d let him draw you, too.

So sorry I said "2 days + an extra day or two to hibernate" and then took a month-long hiatus, I got all my schoolwork done in time and then my graduation project snuck up on me. Finally, I had avoided truancy court by the hair of my teeth, and then I get an email from my counselor saying "You need to get accepted into a four-year college or hand in a letter from an employer stating you are/will be working full-time or you can't graduate"

Behaving like we pay tuition. You're a public highschool that's 20 million dollars in debt be so unequivocally fr. Two years in a row now people have deliberately lit the cafeteria microwave on fire and they didn't even get suspended for it, but I decide I want to chill for a year after highschool and not immediately jump into more work, all of a sudden I'm not allowed to graduate at all.

Someone blew up a toilet last year and the bathroom was leaking sewage for three weeks, not to mention the freshman that broke in TWICE over the summer, smashed a bunch of shit and got caught by police having a fire extinguisher fight on the roof. Y'all should be more worried about what your students are doing IN the building, not what they'll be doing when they're out of it. And that's the end of my tedtalk. <3

I'm getting through my requests, but I'm super swamped with stuff because of the project, so I'll probably still be pretty slow. Sob. Draco Malfoy would NEVER treat me like this. I am just a man, I should be playing League and getting e-kittens, not doing job shadows to graduate.

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[yanderefantasies]

Hello 👋 can give yandere draco malfoy x reader headcanons please 🙏

Yea ofc, Ty for the ask!:))

I’ll be making these general hcs!

(I didn’t spellcheck this whoops)

Obsessive and possessive mix- I know, it’s a common match up, but I think it fits Draco decently well. If you want extra detail on type? Maybe a bit of delusional on the side

Draco is a build-up type of obsession, and once he hits that end point, he falls pretty fucking hard. It may start off as sneaking glances, a few hello’s in the morning, nothing too interesting to start anything.

You’d have to do something a little big to gain his attention honestly. He has too many things going on at once to focus on someone who fades into the background easily. Something like,, being a popular quidditch player, a top student, or a fellow rich Slytherin- regardless, it’ll have to be something to where people know you.

He’ll reach out first, despite appearances. Ask you to tag along with his ‘minions’, join their cart on the train, ask you to sit next to him during a quidditch game, it doesn’t inherently matter. All you know is that he’s giving you the time of day- and that’s stage one.

After awhile, Draco will consider you a friend, someone to rely on, ask for help from, seek when he’s bored; Don’t take these things for granted. If you brush him off too much, it’ll be easy to forget about you. However, if you do take his attention in stride, and allow your relationship to develop further, things like ignoring his advances then would simply not be allowed. He wouldn’t let you brush him off casually like that.

Those are the first signs of the possessiveness coming in. (Draco himself doesn’t really see the signs until it’s too late, but he doesn’t plan on stopping it either way)

Draco will drag you around everywhere, may even align your class schedule with his to make it easier. And it doesn’t matter what house you’re in, you’ll always be pulled over to eat dinner with him, and spend time with him and his close friends in the Slytherin common room(if you’re a Slytherin yourself, then that just makes it easier)

The obsessiveness starts whenever he’s unable to have you near him. He obsessed over where you may be, who you’re with, what you’re doing, when you can finally get back to him- you’re his source of comfort. He can’t just let you run off like that again.

How it ends is entirely up to you- but regardless you’ll end up with him. If you just accept his affections and attention, then it’ll be a smooth transition into a romantic relationship, and he won’t even have to do anything stressful.

If you start to brush him off again? Run off to someone else to get him off your back?? You best believe Draco will be using his sources to get you back to him. He’s not simply going to just let you go- you’re in too deep now. He’d set the world on fire if he can’t have you, and he lets every one of the people on his side know that.

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Draco Malfoy Crush Headcannons

These are some headcannons of how I think Draco would act before and in the beginning stages of a relationship

Requests are open!

The first sign Draco likes anyone is him paying attention to them regularly. No one, aside from the golden trio & co, keeps his attention for long.

Will probably end up teasing you because he cannot admit to anyone (including himself) that the star slytherin has a crush, especially if you're not in slytherin and especially especially if you're not a pureblood

He'll always be hanging around you, sitting next to you in classes, walking with you in the halls, even finding you after classes by the lake or in the library. Only to better torment you of course. He wants to spend as much time as possible with you, even if it's just you two arguing

Literally will not admit he likes you unless forced, you've gotta be the one to confront him about it and even then he'll try to wiggle his way out of admitting it

When you admit you like him back he's immediately suspicious of you. YOU like HIM? Not possible

In a relationship he'll definitely be shy about physical affection ,especially pda, at first. For one he doesn't have many friends that he allows to touch him and two he's got a reputation to uphold

Once he gets used to it though he is an absolute fiend for any kind of touch ever. Is clingy to a whole new level when stressed about his home life.

Still only handholding in public or letting you hold onto his arm.

Has a mini panic attack announcing his relationship to his parents. Obviously they're fine if you're a pureblood but they're also surprisingly chill if you're not. Or maybe too traumatized from the war to want to do anything even vaguely voldemort related, including supporting his old views.

Also an absolute whore for you playing with his hair

[dracoshusband]

Draco Malfoy x Slytherin!gn!reader

You two have some kind of frenemies relationship, but look forward to each other. Every. Fucking. Time. But he finally wants to end this stupid game.

Malfoy and you have been in the same classes for a lot of time. It was some kind of rivalry friendship but you two really got along. Well. Kind of.

The relationship is some kind of passive flirting, though almost everyone thinks that you two really are flirting. When you do something better than him — he finds a way to do it better than you. When you do something faster than him — he finds a way to something else faster than you, anything he finds.

Though this morning, he asked you to talk with him. Not to provoke you, quite the opposite even. He asked you to meet him in the Slytherin Common room at eight, said that he needed to talk to you. And he sounded genuine too, so you accepted.

So there you were. Waiting in the Slytherin Common room, arms crossed against your own chest and you were almost anxious to say the least.

"You're finally here, and you're late to your own meeting," Draco chuckled softly as he heard your words. Coming downstairs and sitting in front of you. "So ?"

"So. I think our little game should stop," you both looked in each others eyes as he said that. But finally, a smirk could be seen on your own face.

"And what does this implies ?" You asked, even though you clearly knew what he was implying. If it was only to make him say it himself — wich was fun, actually.

He stood up and went to you, taking you by the waist and pulling you closer, his lips curved up into a flirty smirk. "It implies that I want you." He finally said those words before pressing his soft lips against yours.

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Voice

You were sitting in the hall when you heard shuffling, you moved your head to look down the hall and saw him walking down. Draco Malfoy. 

You were going to simply ignore it until you saw him grabbing at his face, curiosity built up in you.

Quicklime closing your book and walking from you seat on the low window sill, you walked up to him.

“What the hell happened to you?” You asked, louder than you intended when you saw the thin line of dripping blood that was escaping his hand.

“I got punch by that filthy Mudblood,” he said, still rushing. You grabbed his shoulder.

“How bad is it?” 

He reluctantly moved his hand to show the bloody nose, still dripping slightly like a loose faucet. You pulled a handkerchief from your pocket and pressed it to his face, “Don’t tilt your head back. The blood will make you nauseous. “ 

He grumbled out something but you weren’t really focused on that as you led him to the nearest bathroom.

Once inside, you lead him to the sink and pulled the handkerchief away, a droplet or two of blood. 

He looked at you in the mirror, gazing at your features that were littered with signs of concern. 

You were known as the caring figure for all Slytherins, so much so people wondered why you weren’t given to the caring and loyal house of Hufflepuff. You could be seen either comforting first years who heard terrible things about Slytherin, mending uniforms or helping other study. 

That’s one reason Draco noticed you. He initially thought you must have some ulterior motive but after a while, he realized you were simply a good person.   

That’s when he fell in what he had to assume was love. He sought out your boisterous laughter, strong touches and confident mind. But he knew, you were nothing but friends. That’s all you ever will be. Even though you wanted more.

You also had a misinterpretation of him as well. You first though was a spoiled brat with no respect for others whom deserved it. Though, you began to notice there was more to him than that. He was proud, like most people were but he also was caring in a odd way. 

“Draco, here.” You had wet a cloth and were moving to his face as to clean the dried blood off.

He flinched slightly, causing you to pull away but he leaned forward back to the cloth. Your heart did flutter but you were focused on cleaning his face. 

“It looks like I might bruise.”

“I will just go to the infirmary.” He said, eyes still locked on yours.

“Alright, well. I am really sorry she hit you.”

“It’s whatever really, didn’t hurt all that much.”

You raised your eyebrow and smiled, “Sure.” 

He rolled his eyes, “Stop being all smiley.” 

You laughed lightly as he walked to the door, “Stay safe out there.” 

“Yeah, and, thank you.” 

As he walked out, you felt yourself smiling even though a voice rang deep in your heart that is wasn’t going to be.

His heart echoed the same. 

But a smaller, deeper voice that spun like that of a mouse’s whisper said:

“But I love them anyway.” 

[olivermush]

uh self indulgent draco x male reader

Draco was good at many things, potions, piano, etc. He was never good at people though. He never knew what to say or how to calm people down, except for when it came to Y/n. He could play that boy like a fiddle. Y/n had been very stressed and down lately and kind of distant, which hurt, but Draco knew it wasn’t his fault. The term was ending soon which meant tests and report cards. It didn’t even matter if Y/n parents looked at them because he was always so self-critical. Draco always offered to help him study but Y/n turned him down, not wanting to be a burden. Tonight was going to be different. Draco didn’t have any homework and Y/n had a study hall today so when they meet up after their last class they can completely focus on each other. 

Draco waited for Y/n in his room since Draco’s last class was charms and Y/n had just had potions in the dungeons. As Draco lay in Y/n's bed, he looked first at the ceiling, and then his eyes started to wander the room. They remotely dissected every item on every dresser in Y/n’s maximalism trinket world. He didn’t know the meaning of every item but he knew they had some meaning. A small rock that was smooth from the erosion of water, a little coin that no longer has any economic capital, a tiny poster with a deer surrounded by shrubbery that has a foreign language at the bottom, it's possible that Draco could just ask Y/n but if he doesn’t remember he might get frustrated with his brain as things have been slipping out lately.

Finally, Y/n swings open his door and drops his bag on the floor as soon as he walks in as if to rid himself of his stressful assignments as soon as possible. He didn’t notice the boy already waiting for him on his bed but when he did he only jumped a little and didn’t say anything as this was a normal occurrence. Yn takes off his robes with shaky hands and quickly replaces them with some pyjama pants and a loose t-shirt that should probably be thrown away due to its collection of stains and holes that it’s acquired over the years. He slides on some slippers to protect his feet from the cold castle floor before sliding them back off as he sits down on his bed.

“Hi,” Draco says with a smile. Y/n just drops his head to the side, to rest on his shoulder. Draco talked to Pansy and Blaise about not knowing what to do in these situations and he definitely feels like he did enough research now. He slowly reaches his arm up behind Y/n’s head and starts slowly running his fingers through his hair. Draco’s confidence rises higher when Y/n takes in a deep breath in, and out as he closes his eyes. Draco sees the stress start to leave Y/n’s body as it visibly de-tenses its muscles.

After a while of this Draco places an ever-so-light kiss on Y/n’s head and he raises his face to see the blonde boy that was holding him. Y/n lips form a small smile as he pushes Draco's shoulders down into the mattress. Draco was getting excited but alas he just wanted to lay on Draco’s chest, I can work with this he thought to himself. Y/n laid down on his boyfriend with his ear over the boy's heart, he moved to bury his face in Draco’s neck, and then tried a couple of other positions before getting comfortable. Once Y/n was finally comfy he let out another deep sigh as if to say he was done moving, or at least he thought he was. Draco lifted his hand to start petting him again and all of a sudden Y/n combusted. 

Tears started to fall from his e/c eyes as he tried to catch them so he wouldn’t get Draco wet. “Hey, what’s wrong,” Draco said as he started to sit up. Y/n just shook his head and apologized for getting Draco’s shirt wet. Draco chuckled at what seemed to be such a small thing as he pulled his boy in close, of course making his shirt even wetter when Y/n finally gave in.

“It’s just, I tried so hard to get everything turned in and I couldn’t,” Y/n finally croaked out. Draco knew what to do, he practiced for this, for him. 

“Not everyone can do everything, darling. Somethings don’t get turned in, it will be okay.” Draco reassured

“No I know that I tried to tell myself that I just couldn’t make myself believe it and I know my dad will say the same thing after he yells at me which I won’t understand and he will think I’m being disrespectful when I do try so I just have to try to keep my mouth shut I'm sorry,” The soggy boy rambled. Draco didn't study this hard. Why was he apologising? Is this why he was quiet?

“Hon, you don’t need to apologise you did absolutely nothing wrong. You tried your best and even if he yells at you he must know that deep down. You would never torture yourself like this on purpose. I would hope not,” Draco puts his hand back in the boy's hair and pets soothing circles into his back as he tries to catch his breath. Once Y/n finally stops crying he wipes his eyes on his sleeves as Draco passes him the tissues from his nightstand that Y/n keeps there for moments like this. Y/n pauses,

“Wait, this isn’t why your here. I’m sorry you probably needed me and I just completely took advantage of you and-” Draco cuts him off with a quick but meaningful kiss, “I knew you would be upset about progress marks tomorrow, and you haven’t been yourself lately. So you’re not ‘taking advantage of me,” Draco uses finger quotes while still holding his boyfriend, “This is exactly why I’m here. So how about why just lay down, we can turn on some tunes, and we can try to forget about everything outside of this room, yeah?” Y/n nods approvingly at Draco's plan. He gives him another quick kiss before moving the needle onto whatever vinyl Y/n had on his record player and turning off a couple of lights while keeping the room lit enough to stay awake until dinner. Draco slides back into his position as dutiful boyfriend and big spoon as he pulls Y/n close to him and covers him with one of the many soft, warm blankets Y/n keeps around for the castle’s cold nights. Y/n struggled to stay awake until dinner but by that time he was starving so they had to part ways until later that night when Draco was planning on sneaking back in after Filch’s rounds.

[velnias1]

Draco malfoy is a power bottom no I will not be taking notes

[catboyfics]

I'm thinking of writing a Draco x m!reader at the scene where Voldemort is trying to convince him to join the death eaters but reader is trying to get him to stay???? mhm??

[khami-the-raccoon]

Can you do a pt.2 of the (Platonic) Draco Malfoy x Professor reader please? Maybe he protects Draco from Lucius? Thank you in advance!

Hello! Thank you so much for your request, I was really hoping somebody would ask for the second part of that fic! I really enjoyed writing it. Have a good day!

Draco Malfoy x male! Teacher! Reader (platonic!) part 2

Summary: Second part of my fanfic about Draco x male! Teacher! Reader (platonic!) Where Y/N protects Draco from his father.

Word count: 650

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In the weeks that followed, Draco continued to find solace in Y/N's guidance. However, as the pressure from his family increased, Draco's struggles became more evident. He was distracted the whole day, and started failing his exams and his grades started dropping at a concerning pace.

It all came to a head one day when Lucius Malfoy visited Hogwarts to discuss Draco's academic performance. Draco had failed several subjects, even if Y/N would often help him study, Draco’s struggles with his family ruined all his effort to become better.

In Y/N's office, Lucius wore a displeased expression as he he slowly analyzed Draco's exam results. The tension in the room was palpable, and Draco braced himself for his father's inevitable wrath. He was looking down, almost shaking in fear, he knew what would happen next.

Lucius, unable to contain his anger, stood up and raised his hand threateningly at Draco, who tried to cover himself from the imminent pain, but before the situation escalated, Y/N swiftly intervened, stepping between Draco and his furious father.

Y/N's gaze was unwavering as he faced Lucius, his tone calm but firm. "Violence won't solve anything, Mr. Malfoy. Draco is already aware of his academic situation, and we are working together to improve. Your son needs support, not punishment." He said, trying to keep calm, but the single thought of Draco being hurt by his cruel father made him feel uneasy.

Lucius Malfoy, though taken aback by Y/N's bold stance, sneered, "This is none of your concern, Professor."

Y/N stood his ground. "As Draco's professor and mentor, it is my concern. I'm here to guide and protect my students. Resorting to violence won't make Draco a better wizard or a better person." He said, and put his hand on Draco’s shoulder in a reassuring way, he just wanted to make Draco feel safe.

Draco, still trembling from the close call, looked at Y/N with a mix of gratitude and relief. Lucius, realizing he couldn't intimidate Y/N as easily as he might with others, begrudgingly lowered his hand.

With a gentle expression, Y/N addressed Draco, "We'll work through this together, Draco. Your potential is not defined by a single setback. You have the strength to overcome challenges, and I believe in you."

Lucius Malfoy, seething with anger, left the room without another word. Y/N turned his attention back to Draco, offering reassurance and a supportive presence.

As the days passed, Y/N continued to stand by Draco's side, helping him improve academically and emotionally. The bond between them grew stronger, and Y/N's unwavering support became a beacon of hope for Draco, reminding him that he wasn't alone in his struggles.

In a vulnerable moment, Draco broke down in Y/N's arms, expressing his gratitude for all the help Y/N had provided to him. "Thank you for everything, Professor…" Draco whispered through his tears, a sentiment that echoed the profound impact Y/N had on his life.

Y/N and Draco worked together to rebuild what was broken. Y/N's mentorship became a guiding light for Draco, fostering not only academic improvement but also emotional resilience. The bond between them deepened, reaching a crescendo of emotion one evening when Draco, overwhelmed with gratitude, allowed himself to cry in Y/N's arms.

"Thank you for believing in me," Draco uttered, his vulnerability laying bare the transformative power of empathy and kindness. Y/N, with a reassuring embrace, silently vowed to continue being the beacon of hope that Draco desperately needed.

In the aftermath of this emotional storm, Draco began to rise from the ashes of his insecurities, empowered by the unwavering support he found in Y/N. The incident marked a turning point, a catalyst for Draco's journey towards self-discovery and resilience, all made possible by the profound influence of Y/N's kindness and understanding.

[biggestxsimps]

Happy Birthday

Slytherin House/Draco Malfoy x Slytherin Male Reader

A/N: This was requested over on our Wattpad. This was originally head-canons but it didn't flow properly, so I hope this is okay. I know literally nothing about other students in Slytherin so it's probably not accurate (at all) so any feedback is appreciated.

Waking up in the Slytherin House on your birthday is great. Slytherin's, contrary to popular belief, aren't all that rude if you're on their good side. Though it might also help being one of the most well known Slytherins.

You're woken up by someone softly nudging you, the muffled sound of your name just being audible. As you start to properly wake, you recognize the voice. You turn, coming face to face with Draco. "Good morning." You mumble out a 'Morning' before Draco places a quick kiss to your lips.

"Happy Birthday." He whispers against your lips before lifting off the bed, softly tugging at your arm. "Now get up, today's your special day." You playfully grumble as you sit up, Draco pulling you out of your bed. "Go get dressed and then come down, I planned a little something for you." He kisses you once more before leaving the dormitories.

Once putting on your robes, you walked down into the common room. A large group of students, including Draco, were standing around a table filled with gifts, chatting away as they, you assumed, waited for you.

Once reaching the group, you realized it was most of your friends from your house. One of your closest friends, Pansy, was the first to give you a gift, she grabbed it off the table and handed it over to you. "Open mine first, I'm sure you'll love it." You take the neatly wrapped gift from the dark-haired girl. Thanking her as you open it, your eyes fall upon a familiar book.

Pansy's smirk grows at your growing smile. "Merlin Pansy, thank you so much." It was a book you had had a quick read through while shopping through Diagon Alley with Pansy, it being too expensive to buy then. "I knew you'd like it." After Pansy, the others start to offer their own gifts.

It hits breakfast time before you're able to open all the gifts, so you apparate them to your dorm before leaving, thanking everyone as you make your way out.

During the day, you were stopped by many students, most of them being in your own house. Word of your birthday must've gotten around, students wishing you a 'Happy Birthday' as you went about your day.

Your classes were made easier by the students offering you answers or offering to do things for you. You thanked them but didn't take the help unless you absolutely needed it, still appreciative of the thought.

And not too long later, dinner rolled around. After making it to the Great Hall, you walked over to the Slytherin table. Once taking a seat next to Draco, he flicked his wand at the spot in front of you on the table. A portion of your favourite meal appears, as well as a cupcake of your favourite flavour.

You turn to the blonde beside you, thanking him with a kiss before enjoying your food. Pansy had stopped you before you ate the cupcake though, placing a candle on the top of it. She waved her wand near the wick, a small flame lighting it.

The group around you sang 'Happy Birthday'. Once finishing, you blew out the candle, pulling it out of the desert and resting it on a napkin. You thanked them all, telling them how appreciative of them you were.

~~~~~

When leaving the Dining Hall, you were stopped by none other than your boyfriend, Draco. He told you to follow him, and that your birthday wasn't quite over yet. You stayed by his side as he directed the two of you, conversations about nothing filling the halls as you two walked.

It wasn't long until you had arrived, Draco opening the doors to the empty astronomy tower. He guided you over to the edge, moving the telescope as he looked up at the stars. He looked back down to you a few seconds later, grasping your hands in his before speaking. "Happy Birthday, Y/N."

His smile grows wider as he reaches for his pocket, bringing out a small gold box. He takes your hand again and places it in your palm, waiting for you to open it. He starts to speak up as you open it. "I know it's not much, but I-" "I love it. Thank you, Draco." In the box lay two silver rings, in the shape of serpents; it had small emeralds scattered over the serpents scales and the words 'I Love You' engraved on the inside.

"They're promise rings." You could hear the smile in Draco's voice. "They're beautiful." You look back up at Draco, leaning in for a quick kiss before pulling the rings out. Draco eagerly picks up one of the rings, slotting it onto your ring finger. You take the other one out of the box, doing the same to his own finger.

"I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Draco. Thank you for today."

A/N: I've got a few requests I'm writing right now, so if you've requested something, it might come out a little late, so sorry!

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[dracoxmalereader]

Summer Sun

Draco x Male Reader

Context: A continuation of All at Once and Windowsill, but ofc you don't have to read those to read this. Reader is a ravenclaw a year above Draco. <3 And Draco can play the organ because I said so.

Summary: The train rides home on the last day of school always drag on endlessly. Unless, of course, you just so happen to be sharing a less than spacious cabin with the ravenclaw you're obsessed with like Draco is.

Word Count: 1107

The wheels of the Hogwarts Express rumbled steadily against the tracks, chugging along its monotonous route. The cars had long since fallen to relative quiet, chatter having died down in place of fatigue from a year well-attended. Most students present were either lazily gazing out a window at the familiar scenery or asleep altogether, well ready to snooze through the journey home.

Draco leaned against his hand, shifting his weight every so often to stave off the aches that came with sitting still. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy had gone silent, leaving Draco alone with his thoughts. He huffed, pushing himself out of his seat and mumbling some excuse about going to get air and trailing away through the cars of the train in hopes to ease his boredom. 

He was clammy, the warmth and humidity of an approaching July seeping into the air. He tugged at the collar of his shirt in discomfort, damp skin tacky against the fabric. He mosied on, hoping to run into the snack cart or maybe even Potter and his posse to pick on. Instead, he stopped in his tracks when he caught sight of familiar hair through the heat-fogged window of one of the cabins.

The air caught in his throat. You looked as breathtaking as ever, book in hand as he found you usually were. He ducked into the doorway, hoping you wouldn’t comment on him sliding the door shut behind him. He slumped down onto the bench beside you, trying to ignore the racing of his pulse when you looked over at him in favor of acting as nonchalant as he could manage.

You were wearing casual clothes he’d never seen you in before, only having ever run into you during the school day. Something about the informality of it made Draco’s head spin, and he felt heat rising to his face as he imagined you looking as at-home and cozy in his family Manor. Suddenly the weather didn’t seem all that warm.

“Celebrating the end of the year alone?” The smile you gave him made his heart flutter. He was entirely too proud of himself for landing the joke, and he wanted nothing more than to make you laugh until your sides hurt.

“Hello to you, too, Draco.” Your eyes left him and returned to your book, still smiling. Draco was a professional at competing for attention, but right now he found the only competition that mattered was for yours, and he was not going to lose to a book. 

“What are you reading?” He leaned into your space, and his lungs lurched up his throat when you leaned into his, tilting the pages towards him. So close together, Draco swore he could smell your clothes, boyish and earthy and so distinctly you he’d shell out hundreds of galleons on Amortentia to get more of it, to be engulfed in it.

“It’s for Herbology, I’m reading ahead so I can sleep through class next year.” How admirable, Draco thought to himself, a little flustered at the fantastical image of you as a class-cutting bad boy. You flipped to a page you’d already read, one with a picture. “This is the chapter about Whomping Willows.”

“Like the nutty tree behind the school?” Draco asked, even though he knew already. He just wanted you to keep talking.

You nodded, “Exactly.” You straightened in your seat, shimmying to get comfortable again. Draco’s throat ached at the loss of closeness. 

“Violent thing, it is. Or so I’ve heard.” He made a point to sound open-ended, hoping you’d take it as a question rather than the statement it was. 

“Yeah,” You took the bait, and Draco didn’t fail to notice how you didn’t turn back to the page you were reading. “Some idiot in the year above me flew right past it on his broom once, almost got knocked all the way to Hogsmeade.”

“What kind of oaf would go flying past the Whomping Willow?”

“Beats me,” You huff out a laugh. “Sounds like something that thickheaded Potter would get himself into.”

Draco’s stomach churned in jealousy at the mention of his scar-headed enemy. He rolled his eyes, deciding that Potter’s name was the only thing that didn’t sound good in your mouth. You closed your book, tossing it haphazardly to the bench on the opposite side of the cabin. Pulling your legs up, you tugged your knees to your chest, now facing Draco. His eyes met yours and he felt like his tongue had melted, response dying in his mouth.

“You would totally survive.” You blinked at him, smiling. Too focused on your eyelashes, he found that the object of conversation had slipped his mind entirely. 

“Uh,” He choked out, lost in your unfaltering grin. “Survive what?”

“The Whomping Willow.” 

He cleared his throat, embarrassment creeping up his face. “Oh, right.”

“You’re a great seeker,” You continued. “So I think you’d be fine if you flew past it.”

His veins thrummed at the praise. An unfamiliar feeling of bashfulness filled him. He felt the overwhelming urge to go to quidditch practice, his mind feeding him images of you cheering him on at a game. 

He wanted to win every quidditch game for the rest of his time at Hogwarts just so you’d congratulate him, wanted to win the quidditch world cup and present the trophy to you as a courting gift.

“I’m only second best, you know.” He fought a smile, unable to feel sour at his words with you around. He hoped you’d say something nice about him to better it if he did, hoped you’d say something nice about him anyways. "After that thickheaded Potter."

“Second best is still on the podium. You’d probably be first if Dumbledork didn’t have the whole school giving Gryffindor special treatment, anyways.” In your eyes was a spark he couldn’t read, your expression even. Draco wanted to make you a Malfoy. 

From the nickname you’d given Dumbledore to the backhanded Potter slander, Draco Malfoy had made up his mind that he wanted you to leave this train at his stop and come live in the Manor with him and his parents. He wanted to watch you play with his father’s peacocks, wanted to teach you to play the organ, wanted to show you off to his mother and show her how well he’d done for himself bringing you home to them. 

He felt his ribs expand around the next shaky breath he took in, and he was thankful for the summer sun beating down over the sky so he had an excuse to be as red and clammy as he was sure he was.

I started this at like 2am and now it's 5:11 I hope this is good. TT

Draco is well worth ruining my sleep schedule. <3

It's his fault anyways, I had a dream that we were in bloxburg and he was in my room because Hatsune Miku was trying to kill him and he broke my bedframe kicking it. Why was he kicking my bedframe? I let him hide from Miku in my room, that ungrateful brat. I was so mad I woke up.

Tags: @gayaristocrat @nowayisthistakenyet @dracoshusband

[leighbaylee]

🖤 ₊˚⊹ — make up

parring ➵ draco malfoy x m!reader

summary ➵ you like to fuck with him, just to make up with him.

warnings ➵ slight suggestive language/content!

age parring ➵ 17 - 18

extra ➵ slytherin & dominate reader. credits to @cafekitsune for banners!

many peers from any house can presume that your relationship with malfoy was endearing. unexpected definitely, but truely endearing.

dating draco was a bit difficult, he is arrogant, stubborn, has an extremely high ego, one prejudiced son of a bitch, and he constantly refuses to be manhandled in front of his fellow slytherins’.

one particular day, you had just entered the familiar common room after a long day of studying for a upcoming exam coming up later that same week.

you had also made the trip for another reason other than to study, to get your mind of your brat of a boyfriend.

but we aren’t gonna tell him are we?

you entered slumping on a arm chair, pulling our parchment after parchment of notes splattered with jet black ink.

around this time of the year, the common room being not full was expected due to exams.

you sighed and rested your chin on top of your hand. draco locking eyes with you as he came up to you.

❝ hey (l/n) ❞ he whispered as he sat his pretty little self on top of the arm rest.

you only looked up at him and raised your eyebrows as you got back to reviewing your work.

he began blabbing about harry potter, as usual. that would’ve never gotten you bothered but it was almost as if he was more interested and concerned about him more than his own boyfriend.

you groaned, proving that you weren’t listening to him.

❝ hey, what in merlin’s name is wrong with you? ❞

you scoffed as you discarded your parchments and dragged him down onto your lap, wrapping your arm around his waist. he yelped in looked around the room in habit.

❝ you constantly talk about harry, it pisses me off draco. ❞

he gulped, eyebrows furrowed, and looking down at your lips moving as you had more to say.

❝ besides you did the thing, where you check to see if anyone is around when i try to be affectionate with you! ❞

you began scolding him, he tried touching you to see if that were to able to calm you down. to no avail.

you snatched his wrist before he can touch your face.

❝look at you now, all hot and bothered.❞ you smirked as he huffed and tried to get off you.

that resulted in you propping him up, holding him up with you hands on his ass.

❝ h-huh? ❞ he gasped in response, wrapping his legs around your waist. also holding you tightly around your neck not wanting to embarrass himself anymore longer.

❝ stop it, your being annoying right now! ❞ he yelped out in a whine.

❝ draco’s so cute when he’s angry isn’t he? ❞ you teased him as you made it to your dorm dropping him into your bed getting on top of him in the process.

❝ stop it now! ❞ he growls.

you yanked on his blonde locks, forcing him to face you and you began.

❝ stop mentioning potter like he is your boyfriend you bitch boy malfoy. ❞ you scoffed at him, using his surname for extra measure.

his gaze softened as he looked up at you lips trembling, nodding profusely not wanting to anger you anymore.

❝ mhm! ❞ he whimpers, expressing his discomfort with your hair pulling.

you let go and grab his chin, adoring the cute little features draco was blessed with.

❝ you’re gorgeous yknow that? ❞ you smile at his watering eyes.

you turn him over, now him on top of you, your hand roaming under his robes.

you grabbed his chin with your other free hand and kissed him. draco melted.

he leaned forward accepting the kiss, heat rushing down his cheeks. your chests pressed together.

you only escalated by placing your hands on his ass, as you groped them.

let’s just say he never brought up the chosen one again.

୨⎯ 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡 ⎯୧

[tiredofthehumanlife]

I feel like we (me included) kinda just forget that mattheo is the SON OF LORD VOLDEMORT or that like draco, Lorenzo, Theo, Blaise, Pansy, whoever are CHILDREN OF DEATHEATERS. Guys the daddy and mommy issues would go off the charts. Okay the shared child abuse trauma these bitches have is so strong if it was turned into a scream it could power eight buildings in Mike Wazowski's world. Come on cover them in blood, almost murder them, have them sob, traumatize these bitches. I get wanting to fuck the big scary Slytherins but remember these are highschool kids who parents hate them and abuse them. Make them petty and angry not at each other but the world thats making them out to be the monsters when really the monster is the people who would lock them in the basement for two days straight when they were eight bc they took a cookie out of the pantry or some shit. Like COME ON they're just scared, traumatized, abused, highschool kids with nothing to their name but their parents credit card, a pack of cigarettes, and an atrocious amount of rage

NOW GET OUT THERE AND SCAR THESE HOES