#dracomalfoyimagines

[dracoslittleangel]

Not her(d.m.)

"Y/N! Come here!" I sigh as I hear the voice of my fiancé call me from upstairs.

Me and Draco have been dating for 2 years now. He asked me out 5 months after Astoria's death, and I couldn't deny because I have had the biggest crush on him since we were 14. And I knew I was just a rebound, a distraction, but still that didn't stop me from saying yes. He proposed me 4 months ago, and again, I said yes(only after the approval of scorpius ofcourse,who was now 3 years old), even when I knew that he couldn't love me the way he loved her.

In our 2 years of dating, he has barely ever complimented me. Always compared me to her. Everything I do, he always tells me to do it her way. I have tried. I have always tried to make him see me. The actual me. But he just never seems to notice.

When I wear makeup, he would look at me and say, 'Astoria never wore this much makeup.' And I would just sigh, and wipe it off, just so he would look at me the way he looked at Astoria.

Even during our intimate moments, he would sometimes whisper her name. And it killed me from inside. Because at that moment, I knew he would never be able to see me as me. That when we would have our moments, the only person in his mind would be her. That when he proposed me a few months ago, it was her in his head who he was asking to marry.

I craved his love so much that I went to the point where I started dressing like Astoria, but even that didn't seem to work.

Heck! Even Scorpius calling me 'mama' didn't do any effect on him. And when he heard the news, he seemed rather upset. And that was when I knew that I'll never be enough for him.

Because I am not her.

"Merlin! Y/N! I have been calling you!"

I was so lost in my thoughts, that I didn't notice the tears forming in my eyes, and the voice of footsteps coming downstairs.

"Sorry, I didn't seem to hear.", I responded while trying to blink away the tears.

"Its alright. Anyways, have you seen my office file? The blue one?"

"Uh..no?", I responded with a confused face. How would I know where he kept his office file?

"God Y/N! How are you so irresponsible? It was in my office bag..and I gave it to you for you to keep it safe!",he snapped.

"Astoria was much more responsible", he mumled under his breath but I still heard him.

"Stop doing that!", I snapped.

"STOP doing what?", he said with annoyance clear in his voice.

"Stop comparing me to her, to Astoria.", I half yelled.

"We are not doing this again,Y/N", he groaned.

"I am trying. I told you I am trying!"

"How? By bringing her up in everything I do?!", I raised my voice even higher.

"Merlin! We have talked about this before!", at this point we were both yelling. "I told you, I told you that I needed some time to get over her properly-"

"THEN WHY DID YOU ASK ME OUT IF YOU WEREN'T READY, DRACO?!",I cut him off. This shut him up. He just looked at me with a shocked face. We both went quiet. The heavy silence that came after was unbearable.

"I'll never be good enough, will I?",I finally broke the silence. My voice just above a whisper.

Tears were now streaming down my face.

"I was just a rebound, a distraction.", my voice a whisper.

"Y/N, listen to me-", he started.

"No Draco, You listen to me. Every thing, every single thing I do, you compare it to how she did it. Why can't you just accept me. I did not tell you to just forget her. No, I just asked you to try. Try and accept me for me. I gave you time, Draco. 2 years. Weren't they enough for you to love me? Was my love not enough for you to accept me?-"

DRACO'S POV

"I love you, Y/N!, I love you!", I cut her off with a pleading expression on my face.

"I know you love me, Draco. But I also know that you don't love me enough. And I don't know which hurts more.", she sniffled.

I just took a deep breath. I know she was right. And I didn't even try to deny it.

Again, a heavy silence fell upon us before she decided to break it.

"I am tired of this. I am tired of being compared to. I am tired of feeling that I am not enough. I am tired of not being myself, of not being who I really want to be, of not doing things how I want them to be.",she sighed.

I snapped my head up to her. "W-what do you mean?"

She took a deep breath and looked at her left hand, where the engagement ring sat. No, no,no! She took off her engagement ring.

I looked at her face to see she was already looking at me.

"No! Y/N! I need you, Scorpius needs you! You can't just do this. You can't leave us!", I shouted, tears forming in my eyes.

"I am sorry Draco. I can't live like this. I can't marry you-marry you knowing that you'll never love me-love me how I want you to!", she was now sobbing. The tears that were forming were now flowing like a waterfall.

"W-what about Scorp? H-he needs you! He even calls you 'mama'! "

"And did you want him to call me that?", she whispered.

"I'll visit Scorp every weekend. I know he'll be upset at first but he's a strong boy. He'll get over it eventually. When he gets a new mama, someone who is enough.", she said while looking at me straight in the eye.

"Don't do this,Y/N. Please, I love you!", I was now whispering.

She just wiped away her tears and sniffled.

She took my hand in hers, placed the ring on my palm and closed my hand.

"I love you, Draco. I really do. And I will love you forever. But I can't do this. I can't be with you. I deserve better."

And just like that, she walked away.

And I let her.

Because I knew that she was right. That I'll never be able to love her the way she wanted me to.

Because I knew that she deserved better. A/N:YOU ALL I STILL DONT KNOW HOW TO DO THIS BUT PLS BEAR WITH MEE ALSO, COULD SOMEONE PLS TELL ME HOW TO CREATE A MASTERLIST/NAVIGATION? REBLOGS WILL BE APPRECIATED LOVE YOUU(tell me if you want a part 2)

[haileygarciasunshine]

Howler

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Written: January 6th, 2021

Posted: January 6th, 2021

Warning: None.

Word Count: 1,033

Summary: The reader receives a break up howler.

Draco Malfoy Masterlist

"I’ll see you after last period.” Your boyfriend spoke, littering kisses along your cheeks.

Frowning, you had forgotten you already made plans. Pulling back slightly, you dropped your gaze to the ground. “I...uh...I already have plans.” You muttered.

“What? With who?”

“With...With Draco...” Your voice trailed off. Quickly, you dared to gauge his reaction. His nose was flaring, as his eyes hardened.

“Again?” He spat. “That’s the tenth time this week and it’s only Tuesday!”

Flinching at his words, you shrugged.

His anger began seeping out of him, as fear washed over you. Taking a step back from him, you felt yourself on high alert.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you quickly rushed out of his room into the Hogwarts corridors. As you made your way through the halls, tears had begun sliding down your cheeks.

Glancing back over your shoulder, you weren’t paying attention to where you were going. It didn’t take long before you rang straight into someone.

Whirling around, you began apologizing before you got a look at who the culprit was.

“I’m so sorry...I...I wasn’t watching-”

“Y/N?” Draco’s voice questioned. “Are you alright?” His voice laced with concern.

“I...I..” You stuttered as you lifted your gaze to his. Frowning, the tears began forming in your eyes. “No.” You shook your head before a sob wracked through your body. Before you could stop yourself you hurled yourself at Draco.

Wrapping his arms around you, he rubbed your upper back in an attempt to soothe you. It wasn’t much longer before he began cooing in your ear.

“You’re okay.” 

“It’ll be okay.”

You clung onto his robe for dear life, as you sobbed into his chest.

Reaching up, he cradled the back of your head as he pulled you impossibly closer to him, as you stood in the middle of the hallway clinging to each other.

---

Sighing, you made your way towards the Gryffindor table. Finding the Golden Trio, you sat beside Hermione during breakfast.

Sitting with food on your plate, you moved it around with your fork as you let out sigh after sigh.

Someone had slipped a red envelope beside you. Gazing around, you attempted to see the person who had placed it by you. Shrugging, you opened it.

“Y/N Y/L/N.” The Howler hissed.

Gasping, you gazed at the red floating envelope before you.

“How could you cheat on me? And with all people, Draco Malfoy.” It spat. The voice in the Howler was your boyfriend’s you recognized. 

“I can’t believe you would do such a thing. Betraying my trust...”

As the Howler went on and on, the more people turned to watch or listen. Heat began dancing along your cheeks, as you locked eyes with Draco.

Once it had ripped itself up, the great hall seemed to have ceased all its conversations to listen in.

Gazing around the room, everyone’s eyes seemed to be on you. Feeling your palms sweat, you stood up before bolting out of the Great Hall.

Rushing through the hallways, you hadn’t heard the sound of footsteps following you.

“Y/N, wait!” Draco called from behind you.

Coming to an abrupt halt, Draco wasn’t expecting caused him to crash into you almost causing you both to tumble to the ground.

“I’m so sorry.” You spoke. “I...I didn’t mean to get you caught up in this.” You muttered, dropping your gaze to the ground.

Grasping your jaw, he lifted it forcing you to look up at him.

“I got involved because I wanted to.” His voice sounding like silk. “I...I have feelings for you, Y/N.”

“You do?” You questioned with a raised eyebrow.

Draco scoffed before rolling his eyes. “Why do you think I wanted to spend so much time with you? Surely not because I’m bad a Divination.”

Finding yourself at a loss for words, your jaw hung open slightly. Draco took a couple of steps towards you which allowed his chest to be snug against yours. Leaning down, he rested his forehead against yours as your breaths begun to mingle. Nudging your nose gently with his, he tilted his head.

“Can I kiss you?” He breathed out.

You hummed. “Yes.”

Placing his lips gently on yours, the was short and sweet. Pulling back slightly, Draco attempted to gauge your reaction. Leaning back in, he nipped at your bottom lip, before sucking it. A pleasurable gasp fell from your lips. 

Placing your lips back on his, you took his bottom lip between yours before you lightly bit it. Moving back slightly you took his lip with you, earning a groan from him. Releasing his lip, it snapped back in place. Your hands found their way to his robe, grasping his waist in hopes of keeping him in place. His hands laced in your hair, holding you to him.

Taking a few steps back, your back collided with the cool wall of the hallway. Gasping, your mouth fell open allowing Draco to slip his tongue in. You moaned at the sudden contact.

Sliding your tongue against his, it was his turn to moan. Closing your lips around it, you sucked gently causing Draco to release a deep groan. One of his hands that was interlaced in your hair, slid down cradling your jaw in the process. Sliding further down, he wrapped his hand gently around your throat, giving it a soft squeeze.

Groaning, you pulled away letting your head rest against the wall. Placing kisses along your cheeks, he nipped along your jaw before placing open-mouthed kisses along your throat, alternating between kissing and sucking. It wasn’t long before the column of your throat was littered with love bites.

“Mr. Malfoy! Miss Y/L/N!” 

Gasping, you gazed at each other with winded eyes, before Draco turned slightly leaving his body to cover a majority of yours.

Gazing around the boy, you were face to face with one of the many teachers at Hogwarts.

“Detention! Both of you!”

Draco turned around, gazing downward at you. A grin made it’s way to his lips in the process. Having a hunch of what he might be smiling about, you returned his grin before grasping his hand. Bolting down the hallway, a fit of chuckles and giggles could be heard.

Join my Taglist Here

Request a Part Two (Be sure to mention the title) Here

Send me a Request Here

Taglist:

@shotarosleftpinky​ @annmariek8​ @you-shine @ssa-holmes​ @quxxnxfhxll​ @stargirl1164 @donttellanyoneireadfanfiction​ @fortheloveofaqueenfan​ @lieswithoutfairytales​ @summertimelilies @mymybirdie​ @wonderful-writer​ @beth-winchester21​ @m3ssytrash​ @fan-girl-in-denial​ @ilovemollyweasley​ @NewtKyloSkywalkerStilinski @sarcasticallywitty15​

[malfoyheartsgranger]

You Just Go on Living

Summary: In which Draco Malfoy destroys himself to protect his lover.

A/N: I wrote this between 2 and 4 AM, so it’s a little shitty but I’ve had this little idea for a while and finally got around to writing it so I’m just going to post it, oops. I also did not proofread in the slightest... It’s gonna be a long one, and there will probably be a good bit of backstory also, so sorry if that’s not your thing, but I hope you enjoy the heartbreak!

(PS please ignore the inconsistencies with time travel info and the butterfly effect and whatnot in this fic because quite honestly I didn’t know how else to go about it. You’ll see what I mean!!)

Warnings: mentions of death

Word Count: 4.3k

. . .

Draco Malfoy knew what he had to do.

He had known since four nights ago when Voldemort made an appearance in his own living room. Draco Malfoy, surrounded on one side by laughing Death Eaters and on the other by the grim faces of his parents, watched as his own professor was murdered, while another one watched.

Severus Snape was Draco’s godfather, and this title came with certain duties, even above those of the Dark Lord, one of which being to protect Draco. Draco was unaware of this fact, but Snape had sworn to protect him at all costs, and while it seemed that the vow would have been fulfilled after Dumbledore’s death, Severus Snape still felt a sort of honor in protecting his godson. And, as much as he despised the notion, this meant protecting his heart as well.

And so after Voldemort’s theatrics at Malfoy Manor, Snape pulled Draco aside and told him the most heartbreaking news he would likely ever hear.

“The Dark Lord,” Snape drawled. “He knows of Y/N.”

Draco Malfoy’s solemn face instantly rose to look Snape in the eye, a sudden urgency to his actions.

“What?” he questioned, standing from his chair in the corner of the drawing room to be eye level with Snape. “What does he know about her?”

Snape bowed his head in some manner of helplessness, yet stayed silent as Draco turned on his heel to approach the fireplace. He rested his arm on the ledge above it for a moment before spitting out his words once again, although this time with much more aggression.

“What does he know about her? What does he know about Y/N?”

“Draco,” Snape began, but his usual slow tone was not a quick enough source of information for the desperate Malfoy boy.

Rather than repeat his question to the stone wall he faced, he spun around to face Snape. The look on his face was all the motivation the professor needed to prioritize his answer. He may not particularly like the boy, and he certainly did not like Y/N, but he understood what it was to have the Dark Lord find one’s weakness.

“He knows,” Snape said gravely, “of your relations with her.”

Draco ran his hands across his face and through his cropped hair in angst. “So you’re saying . . .”

“Yes, my boy,” Snape confirmed, knowing exactly what Draco would have to say, “he knows of your love for her.”

Draco collapsed back into his chair as Snape merely watched. He did not expect comfort, and he thought it would be rather strange if he were to receive it. And so Draco, alone, remembered last year’s looming threat of Voldemort harming his parents if he did not do as he was told. He had thought that in itself cruel, although this was not unusual for a creature as horrid as Voldemort, but he recalled being relieved beyond measure that the Dark Lord knew nothing of his relationship with Y/N Y/L/N. He had not known what he would do if she was used as a pawn, a motivational sacrifice.

But now he knew. He knew, and Draco did not know how, but he did. And Draco thought it odd that Voldemort had not yet flaunted that to him, or to anyone, but Snape knew. Logic told Draco that of course Snape knew; he was one of Voldemort’s most trusted allies, but his grief convinced him otherwise.

Draco’s hands paused in his hair and came to lay on his thighs, just close enough to the trouser pocket that contained his wand. He leaned forward from resting on the back of the wooden chair he sat in, and in a collected tone, asked Snape, “How does he know this?”

Hesitant, Snape replied, “I am not sure. Although, you and I both know he has countless sources of information, and—”

His voice suddenly louder and sharper, Draco said, “How do you not know? Surely he would have told you this also?”

It was at this point that Snape realized Draco’s thoughts, and he reached to quell them before they could truly take root. “I assure you—”

But Draco was too quick, and before Snape could let any more words from his mouth, Draco was out of his chair, grabbing Snape’s cloak in one fist and gripping his wand in the other. He held the tip of his wand to Snape’s cheek, and for a man who was usually so composed, Snape seemed almost . . . afraid. However, he had the right, for he had never seen his godson in such a state.

“What did you tell him?” Draco whispered, his face incredibly close to Snape’s, close enough that the professor could smell the scent of shampoo wafting from his hair and the tingle of mint on his breath. He cringed.

“I told him nothing,” Snape repeated. As Draco breathed heavily into his face, Snape moved excruciatingly slowly to pull his own wand from his robes. Upon success, he pushed the tip of it into the side of Draco’s torso, and when Draco felt the pressure, he immediately backed up.

Both of their wands raised, the two men stared at each other, one defensive, one anguished, each in dangerous states. Snape’s paranoid reaction to his words convinced Draco’s inconsolable mind even further of his guilt. And so he yelled this time, “What did you tell him?”

And he shot a curse at his own godfather. Snape merely blocked the spell and begged Draco to calm himself, but before the boy could even send another curse toward him, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy rushed into the room, both concerned with the noise. Voldemort had left, and along with him any commotion, so the Manor had been silent, until the sound of Draco’s shattered voice rang through the halls. Upon seeing her son and old friend seemingly preparing to duel, Narcissa Malfoy approached Draco, and he finally noticed her.

“Mother, go,” he urged her, not wavering in his hostility toward Snape, though softening his voice a bit for his mother. Narcissa saw her son’s hands shake a bit as he aimed his wand at Snape, but he never shot another curse. Something in him broke a bit when his mother entered the room, and perhaps it was because of her lack of hesitation in approaching him despite his clearly unsteady state. Lucius did nothing, though Draco would admit his presence alone intimidated him out of trying to harm Snape further.

In a moment of weakness, or perhaps strength, Draco stalked from the room and into the gardens, and it was in the following moments of solitude that he realized what his next step had to be: what he had to do to protect Y/N.

. . .

Y/N Y/L/N’s reaction upon seeing her boyfriend was always hearty. This was mostly due to her cheerful demeanor, and that it always took her a moment to read Draco’s own mood and subsequently shift hers to fit it.

And so when Draco Apparated to her home just days before the start of their last year at Hogwarts, she needed time to adjust to his obvious devastation.

She heard a pop outside her bedroom window some time in the early afternoon, and when she looked outside, she was delighted to see a head of blonde hair headed for her backyard. That was her and Draco’s spot when she was home, and he knew that she always heard him arrive and did not need to announce himself.

Y/N threw on a sweater to brave the crisp air outside and rushed down the stairs to meet Draco. She swung open the door in the kitchen that led to her grassy backyard and nearly shouted a greeting to her boyfriend, but she noticed that he was sitting, slouched, on the brick wall around her mother’s garden, and his head was hanging low, so she sobered her presence.

Not realizing the severity of his state, Y/N still maintained a certain level of joy in his appearance. She walked around the dirt patch of fruits, vegetables, and regular flowers, and stood in front of Draco. She furrowed her eyebrows a bit and teased, “To what do I owe this pleasure?”

When Draco did not answer and continued to stare at the grass beneath his dress shoes, Y/N sighed and took a seat next to him. She knew life had been terrible to him recently, especially after last year. She had been the one to convince him he was better than Voldemort’s plans, and so Draco had not harmed anyone. He had tried desperately to destroy the Vanishing Cabinet, but to no avail, and Y/N did her best to pull him through the guilt that wracked him every day because of it. It had been unbelievably difficult to forgive him for what happened because of his actions, but she had already fought so hard to convince him that he could survive Voldemort’s threats, and it seemed she was the only one who could do so. If for no one else, Y/N stayed with Draco Malfoy because he needed her, and because he would destroy himself without her.

And consequently, it was Draco Malfoy’s most menacing fear, that Voldemort would come to realize his love for Y/N. And now he had, and Draco had tried to find any solution but the one he could come to to deal with this fact. But every plan had a roadblock, most of them being that Y/N would wind up hurt, and after all she had sacrificed for him, Draco could not allow that.

“We need to go somewhere else,” Draco whispered, and his tone immediately filled Y/N with dread.

Yet, she quickly responded, “Anywhere,” and without another word, Draco took her hand and Apparated them away.

After the initial shock of the Apparition, Y/N adjusted to her surroundings to find that Draco had already begun walking away. They were on a shore of some sort, although Y/N had no idea where, and Draco was walking along the sand, away from her, under a grey sky.

“Draco!” she shouted, but he did not turn around, and she assumed the crashing of the waves was disturbing his hearing. However, she chased after him, tripping through the sifting sand, and he still did not respond to her repeated shout despite her new proximity. He did not seem to be heading toward anything in particular, and as Y/N looked around even further, she could not find anything that he even could be aiming for.

So caught up in her own thoughts and determination in reaching her horribly despondent Draco, Y/N did not even realize that he had suddenly stopped walking and was staring at the sea. So when she took a break from watching her own feet to ensure their stability and was met with a prompt crash into somebody else, she gasped. Without a word, Draco gripped the top of her arm to stop her from tumbling over, and she couldn’t say she wasn’t grateful, but she was also infuriated.

“Draco Malfoy,” she scolded. “You Apparate us to the middle of nowhere, with no warning, and then leave me practically stranded down the shoreline? Merlin, I hardly had time to figure out where I was before I had to start chasing you down—”

Draco spoke. “Y/N. Please.”

Just the tone of his voice was enough to silence her, for despite her frustration, she would always listen to Draco.

She softened immediately. “What’s wrong?”

Draco, without granting her even a quick glance, continued to stare at the waves, and the shores upon which they crashed. “I’d like to think that I’m out there in some other life.”

Y/N said nothing.

“That maybe I’m a wave in the ocean, and you’re the sand.” He paused. Shook his head. “No. Then again, perhaps it’s the other way around. Yes, you’ve always been the ocean, so I suppose I’m the grain of sand.”

“Maybe we could both be waves,” Y/N suggested, not quite sure where Draco was going with this, but knowing it would lead to him defaming himself in order to raise her up. “Maybe we’re small waves that meet and make something big.”

Draco scoffed. “You’ve always thought too highly of me,” he mumbled. “You think the best of people like me.”

“Of course I do,” she protested. “You’ve given me no reason not to. Even when you thought you were irredeemable, you proved yourself wrong.”

“No,” Draco interrupted. “I’ve proven myself right this time.”

Confused, and a bit shaken, Y/N whispered, “Draco, you’re scaring me. What’s happened?”

A beat of silence.

A wave’s thunder.

A recession of water.

A lifetime of uncertainty.

“He knows, Y/N,” Draco finally said. “He knows.”

The grim look on Draco’s face was all Y/N needed in order to know that he was speaking of Voldemort. No one else, not even his father, could instill such simultaneous fear and disgust in the eyes of Draco Malfoy. Their peers dubbed him a coward for joining Voldemort’s side, but Y/N knew the truth: knew that he had no intention of ever again following through with one of his dark plans. She knew that he was incredibly afraid of what his role entailed, but that he faced it in order to protect those he loved. He was called a coward, but Y/N thought Draco Malfoy was the bravest person she had ever met.

And for someone so brave to look so grave in this moment, in her presence: the place he usually felt most at peace . . . Well, it was disturbing. And there could be nothing else but her safety that would have Draco so troubled, so after a moment, Y/N understood what he meant. On the surface, this seemed to be an unconcerning issue. After all, so what if Voldemort knew that Draco had a girlfriend? Her blood status was not an issue. She was a half-blood, after all. But when she went to voice this, she remembered how Draco had been threatened with his family’s safety last year. How Voldemort swore that if he did not complete the task at hand, his parents would be killed. How if he found out Draco loved someone else, he would approach his threats with the same mercilessness.

As soon as the realization struck her, Y/N shifted her thinking to formulating a plan. “I’ll hide,” she suggested. “I’ll go somewhere he can’t find me. I’m not sure if the safest place would be Hogwarts, that might be too obvious.”

“Y/N,” Draco spoke, although she did not hear.

“My parents,” she continued frantically. “I’ll have to tell them or - or send them away, I don’t—”

And this time, when Draco repeated her name, with more urgency in his voice than she had ever heard, Y/N noticed. After the initial aggression with which he spoke her name, Draco’s voice softened. “Nowhere will be safe enough. He’ll find you. No matter what.”

Her body went cold.

Draco was a man of extremes. A man of loyalty and ferocity and an innate desperation to protect those he cared for, no matter what the cost. He had proven so before. There was no doubt in Y/N’s mind that he would do anything to keep her safe, even if that meant breaking her heart, along with his own.

“No,” Y/N protested, sure she knew what Draco was thinking. After all, how many times had she been able to finish his sentences for him? How many times had she read his mind before he even formulated a thought in his own consciousness? How many times had she known what he would do, how he would act before he knew so himself? “We’re not breaking up. I’m not letting you go through this by yourself Draco, we’ve seen how—”

“I’m not breaking up with you,” Draco said solemnly. It had been what felt like a lifetime since he looked at her, since he touched her.

But Y/N was too relieved at his words to comprehend the stern tone with which he spoke them. She released an alleviating sigh, thanking the universe that Draco had not gone to extremes this time, that maybe he would let her help him and they would confront this together.

“But we can’t be together either,” he continued after a moment. Y/N’s shot from the sky above her to the boy who stood stoic next to her. She tilted her head in confusion and opened her mouth to voice her bewilderment, but before she could let out more than a syllable, Draco clarified. “It’s not enough to part ways, Y/N. I’ll still love you, and he’ll still know that. I can’t care for you at all.”

This time, although still perplexed, Y/N did not move to speak. Rather, she allowed Draco to think aloud.

“A memory charm won’t be enough either, not even on the both of us. I’ve heard lovers can still feel a connection between themselves after their memories are taken. And I can’t think of any other solution . . .”

When he did not continue, Y/N whispered, “What does this mean?”

“It means I need to make a reality where I never fell in love with you.”

She furrowed her eyebrows at the sea. “If I even considered entertaining this idea, how in the hell would you go about that? We’re wizards, Draco, but even we can’t change the past to that extreme. There’s no way to—”

She stopped speaking, stopped the flailing of her arms, stopped breathing, when Draco Malfoy pulled a Time-Turner from his pocket. Even without knowledge of how Draco planned to use it, Y/N would have been shocked at his possession of one. Time-Turners were extremely rare, likely due to the peril they risked, and the last she had heard of someone owning one was Albus Dumbledore himself.

“How did you—”

“My father stole it,” Draco filled in the gaps. “I know it’s not an honorable way to come into possession of one, but I plan to use it nobly.” He turned to look at her, finally, for what seemed like the first time in years. He met her eyes for a split second, then shifted them to the charm that lay in his open palm. He grasped it shut. “Point is, Y/N, I have it, and I intend to use it to protect you. I’ll go back to before we met, I’ll prevent it, I swear.”

“Draco, you can’t just make this decision,” Y/N professed angrily. “I know I’m in danger, but I never thought loving you would be completely safe. I mean, come on, you’re Draco Malfoy. Even without You-Know-Who, your friends serve a mighty threat.”

“This isn’t a joke, Y/N.”

“I know it’s not, Draco. But this is my life too.”

When he looked up, Y/N thought he would meet her eyes, but they instead drifted over her face and to the clouds above them. He threw his hands in the air in frustration, still clasping the Time-Turner with all his might. “And that’s exactly why I need to do this! I can’t be the reason you lose it! I need to make this world so that I never put you in danger by falling in love with you.”

Y/N was not one to back down from a fight, but even she knew there was nothing to be done to change Draco’s mind. The only thing that had ever been greater than Draco’s love for her was his fear of Voldemort, and in this moment, his two phobias were colliding. And that meant there would be no steering his proposed course of action.

So rather than continue to fight him, although she desperately longed to, Y/N sat in the sand and motioned for her forlorn lover to join. He appeared hesitant, but the fact that Y/N was no longer protesting him convinced him to lower to the ground. Y/N had always been the only one able to drag him out of his conservative shell. As unproblematic an action as it seemed, Draco Malfoy would not be caught dead sitting in damp sand in the presence of anyone but his Y/N. Something about her made him forget about the trivial issues of everyday life. Sometimes she cleared his mind completely, but it was much too cloudy today for him to hope for such an outcome.

As soon as he was seated next to her, Y/N rested her head on his shoulder.

“I know there’s no way I could change your mind, but is there a chance I could convince you to wait a bit?” She looked up at him, his blue eyes, his light hair, his perfect face. “To give us some time just to be here?”

She felt his chest move with a deep breath, and she saw his head dip with a wordless nod.

And so Draco Malfoy and Y/N Y/L/N sat on an unknown, unnamed shore, exchanging stories of their time together, of the highs and lows, the laughs and tears, for what they both knew to be a long time, but what felt like none at all.

They recounted their night at the Yule Ball, and Y/N told him it was the first time she had ever seen him truly carefree. He told her he used to despise her for supporting Harry Potter, and she laughed knowingly, assuring him she already knew, but glad that he had learned to agree with her views (although only tolerate the boy). She remembered how jealous she had been when Pansy Parkinson was his Potions partner but how relieved she felt when he admitted he smelt her in his Amortentia.

And when the words were no longer enough, Draco and Y/N sat in silence, with only the crashing waves as ambience, and they watched the sun set an ocean away from their problems. Tears fell from both lovers’ eyes, especially when Y/N sat back and placed her hand on Draco’s cheek.

“You know I don’t want this,” she whispered. “But I know that you’re going to do it either way. Because that’s just who you are. You’ll do anything to protect those you love. But Draco Malfoy, before you do, I need you to know,” she paused, blinking harsh tears from her stinging eyes and trying to ignore those forming in Draco’s own, “that there is no reality in the universe in which I do not love you. I will love you in any and every world that allows us to meet.”

Draco tugged his lips into his mouth and closed his eyes momentarily. When he opened them again, the pooling tears escaped. “And I you. Always.”

Without another word, Y/N pulled Draco’s face to her own and met his lips softer than ever before. They were both shivering at this point, but as soon as their lips connected, their bodies warmed. Draco tugged Y/N into him with a hand behind her neck, and deepened their kiss just enough to communicate his love, his yearning for another lifetime of such kisses. The kiss broke with Y/N’s shuddering breath, and she rested her forehead against Draco’s, her hand still holding his face. She felt wetness pooling at the tops of her fingers, and she swiped across Draco’s face with her thumb, all the while her eyes closed.

“You know I only wish to keep you safe,” Draco sighed. “I would not do this if I did not truly believe it to be the only way.”

Y/N nodded, and sucked in a sharp breath at the sound of a tick.

She opened her eyes to see Draco’s hands around the Time-Turner under their faces and quickly looked up at him. For a moment it seemed he would not meet her gaze, and Y/N panicked, thinking she would be forced to abandon this world looking into something other than her lover’s eyes.

But then Draco looked up, and in his mind, he wavered. He could not leave her. How could he possibly think he would be okay without her?

But if they stayed, he would eventually be without her when Voldemort reached her, and that would hurt infinitely more.

Another twist of the Time-Turner.

Countless more.

“Wait.”

Draco’s hands stilled.

“What do I do?” Y/N spoke. “The me in this reality? What does this me do without you?”

Draco shook his head slightly, almost in pain, but before he resumed his motions, he offered, “You just go on living, I suppose.”

One last turn. A twist in time. A seal of fate.

. . .

It is snowing at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

A young girl is walking to class with her peers, smiling wondrously at the frenzy of snowflakes. A blond boy walks the same path with his own companions. He races ahead of the two boys with him and crafts a snowball out of fallen snow in his gloved hands.

In another, much more fortunate reality, the same events conspire. However, in this universe, when the boy throws the pack of snow, it hits Harry Potter, his intended target, rather than the back of the beautiful girl’s head. So she hurries her pace upon predicting a brawl and ducks into the castle, already on the way to her next lesson. The boy smirks at his friends and mocks Harry Potter’s misfortune. In this universe, Y/N Y/L/N and Draco Malfoy never meet.

And so, years later, when Draco Malfoy’s heart breaks, it is not because he lived to regret falling for Y/N Y/L/N, but rather because he never got the chance.

. . .

my stories

[fangirl-ehatt]

Please? ; Malfoy (Part 1)

“I never stood a chance, did I?”

(Y/N) sighed and took a glance at the boy beside her. Once stood a handsome boy with beautiful platinum blonde hair. Now it’s just the boy who broke her heart like many other boys did.

“That’s the thing, Draco-” she breathed, and turned to look at him. “You did. Once.”

“Look, I fucked up, okay?” he said, his eyes filled with tears. (Y/N) didn’t know what to do. A few weeks ago, she would have done anything to be in this moment. He was everything to her - the thought she had in the morning, the constant daydreaming of him during class. The image of him in his signature smile lingered at the back of her mind before going to sleep, too.  

But she would do anything for him to leave her alone now. 

“It’s not that easy, Draco,” (Y/N)  said, sighing. “I’m seeing someone new.”

“Who?” It didn’t came out angry, but it was stern. (Y/N) thought carefully before spitting out her next words. 

“None of your business.” 

“Oh now-” he scoffed, “now it’s not my business? I was with you this whole year. I deserve to know who’s in your life and who’s not.”

“A waste of one year,” she replied, biting the insides of her cheeks. If she’s not careful, her next sentence will be the death of her. “Draco, I have Potions in half an hour later. I have to see someone before that. If you’ll excuse m-”

Draco gripped her arms before she could stand up and exit the Slytherin common room. She groaned in pain before pulling her arms back to her, her face flashing with anger. “What the fuck, Draco!”

“I’m sorry,” he said, concerned. (Y/N) grunted as a response and made to walk away, only for her to be stopped by the desperate lad again.

“I can’t do this anymore!” he yelled, stopping her in her tracks. (Y/N) was stunned, to say the least. The last time she had heard Draco yelling was back in The Malfoy’s Manor. It was when he had a horrible argument with his father. But that was months back. And he never yelled at her. 

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole to you!” he continued. The tears were no longer being kept as it rolled down his pale cheeks. (Y/N) had the urge to wipe his tears with her sleeves like she would always do, but she pushed it away. She didn’t want to give Draco the satisfaction of winning this whatever feud between them. It was her turn to lead the game.

“I was scared,” he breathed, and his eyes settled on the ground. The fire crackled in the background, motioning the soon-coming Christmas and the hot cocoas both Draco and (Y/N) enjoys. But it didn’t feel like that gold and dark green celebration at all. All she felt was pure disappointment towards him. 

“We were all scared,” she replied, quietly. He wasn’t screaming anymore, and the only sound came from the burning fire. Once in a while there was a distant shout, probably coming from a ghost. 

“No, you wouldn’t understand.” His red eyes searched for hers. Alas, they met and she felt the same butterflies she’d always feel when they’re together. She felt like closing the distance between them and telling him the sweetest things in the world. But she couldn’t.

“I will always understand you, Draco,” she whispered. “I told you that.”

“Not this time.”

“Draco, I don’t like it when you’re act-”

“I have the Dark Mark.”

“What?”

She felt the walls closing in. Her eyes were blurry. She couldn’t see the boy before her. Her breath hitched. Her insides were screaming-

Draco has the Dark Mark. Draco has the Dark Mark. He’s apart of the death eaters. He’s with Lord Voldemort. He has a Dark Mark.

“I’m sorry,” he replied, but she was falling to the ground. His voice were miles away - it was like an echo. 

“Draco?” she called, but nothing greets her back. She felt her head being lifted and heard a panicked scream. She relaxed. Is she safe now?

Just beside her, Draco was screaming for help. Her head was on his laps and he was running his fingers through her beautiful (H/C) locks. His favorite color and his favorite thing to do. 

If only she knew how much he loves her. 

A/N - i hope everyone’s feeling great today <33 it’s been a year and i’m finally back. feels good :))

[just-another-writer-17]

Draco X Slytherin!Reader (Fem)

Hey guys! I'm so sorry for posting this late but I had a lot of stuff to do. I hope you like it. Requests are open.

So this one was requested by @farasha-effect . It wasn't exactly the same but I thought it would look nice this way. I'm sorry if you don't like it. It's my first request.

Warnings: anger, one swear word, angst

GIF isn't mine. Credits to the owner.

Here it starts...

*****

The sixth year had been hard for Draco, he had become a Death Eater. He had a task had Hogwarts he needed to do. He had cursed Katie Bell last week at Three Broomsticks and that was the time he decided to stay away from his girlfriend Y/N as it was dangerous.

She was a courageous Slytherin and their relationship was a secret, except Harry Potter came to know about it last year accidentally but Y/N being friends with him, he kept quiet.

Draco and Y/N Ihad been distant lately and she wasn't able to confront him because he had been missing classes and meals. She had also asked his friends but they knew no more than her.

Being a rebel, she decided to check on him, in his dorm. Afterall she had snuck into his dorm a few times before with him.

Later that night, Y/N borrowed Harry's invisibility cloak, which he gave half-heartedly. With the cloak on, and the fact that Draco didn't share the dorm with anyone, she didn't face any trouble on getting there. There was no chance for her getting caught, though she wouldn't have got into much trouble as Snape knew about their relationship and didn't seem to care much.

When she entered Draco's dorm, it was a complete mess, it seemed as if his dorm had an earthquake. All his sheets and books were scattered on the floor and his bed was half made. She also saw some pieces of broken glass with blood stains. Concerned, she even checked his trunk, which was open and messed up. She decided to wait for Draco.

When Draco entered the room, Y/N could clearly see him distressed. He had bloodshot eyes clearly from crying, there were dark bags under his eyes due to lack of sleep and he was dressed shabbily, strands of his blonde hair all over his face.

'Draco.' Y/N started in the softest of her voice. Draco turned swiftly to face her and she could see him the fear in his eyes covered with anger.

'Why the hell are you here?' he asked hoarsely. 'Why the hell am I here? Cause my fucking boyfriend was not meeting me for the last week. You weren't even seeing me! What was I supposed to do?! Leave you?' Y/N said irritated by the harshness of Draco. Draco scoffed and said, 'That would've been better actually.' 'Oh so are you saying that you're miserable and you don't need me now?' she asked. 'That's exactly what I want. Just leave.' Draco said furiously. Y/N being short-tempered yelled, 'Okay! I'll leave you on your own. Actually you know what, we're over.' and she rushed out and slammed the door behind her.Listening that, Draco kicked the wall in anger and cried hard. He was indeed miserable.

***

The next week, Draco came back in the great hall after two weeks and saw Katie Bell talking to Harry Potter, even Y/N was there.

His throat dried and a deep cry rose within, he started sweating. He felt a knot in the pit of his stomach. It felt as if he was sinking, he felt uneasy, he wanted to cry, he wanted darkness.

He loosened his tie and started walking outside the hall, not knowing were his feet were taking him. Y/N saw this and was quite worried, she had also realised her mistake over the week. She followed Draco and saw him entering the boys'washroom. She didn't hesitate and went straight inside the washroom after Draco. She was shocked to see him crying.

'I know you don't want to see me but I just want to say that I'm sorry. I reacted very wrongly that day. You needed me but I wasn't there for you. I'm a very bad partner. I'm really sorry. I love you. Please forgive me.' Draco was facing her now. He ran, hugged her and started crying more than ever, while Y/N was murmuring sorry and trying to calm him down.

She then kissed him ever so slightly, it was full of love and it was also quite desperate. When they pulled away, Draco locked her inside a washroom and said, 'I'm sorry Y/N. I just want you to be safe.' Y/N started banging on the door and yelling.

Just then Harry Potter came in and said, 'I know what you did, Malfoy.' 'I knew you 2ouod come for me, Potter.' Draco stated and cursed a spell on Harry. He ducked and fired a spell ok n Draco. They had a duel and broke most of the washroom. Y/N till then had come out of the washroom, just when Harry cast, 'Sectumsempera!' and Draco fell on the floor in a puddle of his blood. He had deep cuts on his chest and torso.

Y/N ran towards him and sat down. She tried healing him but failed. Harry came near them when she said crying, 'What have you done?' 'I don't-t k-know.' Harry said shocked. 'You don't know! You used a harmful spell on him which is ahout to take his life and you don't know! Just get out of here.' she yelled. Harry ran out of the washroom.

When Harry left, Snape came in and examined Draco. Y/N was still crying and said, 'Professor, Harry I don't know, spell, please help me.' 'Miss Y/L/N, don't worry we'll be able to heal him. Just go and get Madam Pomfrey ready for him. Please.' Y/N protested but then gave up, as she didn't wanted to argue with her housemaster and ran towards the hospital wing.

A few minutes later, Snape came in with Draco still unconscious but his wounds were healed. Questions rised in Y/N's mind but she didn't care at the moment. She helped them lay Draco on the bed.

Snape gave her permission to be with him until he gets well, making Madam Pomfrey angry.

It took a few days when Draco finally opened his eyes and saw Y/N. She was glad to see him, she smiled at him and hugged him very tightly and said, 'Don't you dare do that again! I was so tensed but it's okay now. I know what you're upto and it's okay, I support you and will always be on your side.' Draco smiled and hugged her again.

When Madam Pomfrey checked him she let Y/N in again and she gave him a kiss on his cheek and he said, 'Thankyou for everything. I know you didn't leave my side. Madam Pomfrey told me.' 'I'm always there for you.' she said, smiling. Draco returned her smile back and was glad to get his girl and her support back.

*****

Alright, so I hope you liked it. I'm sorry if it wasn't exactly what you wanted. Requests are open. I'll upload the next part of Yule Ball soon.

[karlnapsity]

Draco Malfoy Masterlist!

💔 = angst

🌹 = fluff

🌼 = personal favourite

💝 = headcannon

▪▪▪

I'd just like to mention that i no longer will add to this masterlist because i have fallen out of love with draco malfoy. but i still remain in the harry potter fandom.

▪▪▪

dating draco malfoy would include 🌹💝

soulmates au 🌹🌼

pregnant 🌹

stolen shirts and cuddles 🌹

worthless 💔🌹🌼

abusive relationship 💔🌹

realising my love 🌹

want you back 💔🌹

[battinscn]

KEEPING IT IN THE DARK — draco malfoy x hufflepuff! lupin! f! reader

CONTENT WARNING: maternal death/ canon violence

SUMMARY: being a lupin, you did all you could to live up to your father’s expectation. you were obedient and filial, but you had one not so little dirty secret.

WC/ AVG. READING TIME: 2706 words/ 14 minutes

return to the draco masterlist here

Y/N GASPED, CAUSING draco to detach his lips from hers. the y/h/c girl quickly looked down at her watch.

it was quarter past 4.

"shit i'm gonna be late, bye dray love you," y/n placed a quick peck on draco's cheek and placed her hand on the doorknob.

"draco..." she mumbled into his chest.

"5 more minutes," he hummed into the girl's hair, embracing her tightly.

"my father will be wondering where i've gone off too," she tried to squirm out of his grasp.

"fine," draco sighed out, finally letting go.

"i'll see you tonight?" draco looked down at the girl, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"promise." the girl nodded her head.

they shared a kiss once more, before y/n opened the door of the broom closet, sticking her head out of it.

when she saw that there was nobody else in the hallway, she quickly scurried out of the small room, making her way to the defence against the dark arts classroom.

she placed a small knock on the door and opened it.

"you're five minutes late darlin," y/n's father greeted sitting at his desk, his head buried in a pile of parchments, presumably student's work.

"well good afternoon to you too dad," y/n smiled as she sat herself down on the chair opposite the defence against dark arts professor, remus lupin.

well you see, y/n was the only daughter of remus lupin. she was also the 5th year hufflepuff prefect.

and more importantly, she was dating the 5th year slytherin prefect. but not just any ole slytherin, the draco malfoy.

hence y/n and draco had to keep their relationship a secret. first of all, prefects weren't allowed to date.

secondly, y/n's father was part of the order of the phoenix, and lucius malfoy was a former deatheater.

can you say scandalous?

"punctuality is very important m'dear," he finally picked his head up from the table to look at the girl.

"i'm sorry dad, it slipped my mind, i was...in the library studying!" the girl twirled her wand in her fingers, hoping that hearing she was busy studying would please her father enough that he wouldn't give her an earful.

"very well, it is good that you are preparing for your OWLs at the end of the school year. i want you to mark these papers for me, then i'll go through them when you're done," remus pushed the pile of work done by the year ones towards his daughter.

"do i have to?" y/n groaned as she slammed her head onto the desk.

"yes. you have to," remus tapped his wand on the girl's head.

remus wanted his daughter to excel in school so she could graduate, find a stable job, and live comfortably. something he didn't have the luxury of doing due to his special monthly occurrences.

remus was fortunate enough to be given his position at hogwarts. y/n was actually the one who recommended her father to the headmaster after their previous professor turned out to be a complete and utter sham.

y/n was finally done with the work assigned to her, just in time for dinner.

the father-daughter duo made their way to the great hall, parting ways to their respective tables.

y/n filled her plate with food and she ate and chatted with her housemates, occasionally stealing and sharing glances with the blonde slytherin a table down from her.

the students slowly scattered away and made their way back to their respective common rooms.

soon, nightfall came and y/n headed back to her dorm.

when it was 10 pm, y/n slipped on her shoes and headed out of the hufflepuff common room.

y/n stepped out into the kitchen corridor and was met with a vinegar-doused draco.

"oh...my...godric," y/n said between laughs.

draco had an annoyed look on his face, rubbing the vinegar off his eyes and spitting out the gross substance.

"let's get you cleaned up big boy," y/n waved her wand and mumbled a cleaning spell.

"i've tried at least a million times and i still can't get the pattern right," draco huffed.

"well my love, that just proves you're a true slytherin," y/n smiled as she tiptoed to face draco.

"i missed you," draco leaned forward.

"i missed you too," she mumbled into the kiss.

the two walked hand in hand down the castle grounds, doing their prefect rounds.

y/n had managed to convince head-boy, ernie macmillan, to partner her and draco up for their prefect duties.

something about ensuring that draco was not slacking off while doing his rounds so she should be there to observe him, just in case.

it was now past midnight and the couple wandered aimlessly, chatting about whatnot.

they did happen to run into filch combing mrs norris' fur.

they could've sworn they saw him lick the back of his hand and wipe his head with it, imitating a cat.

"did...you see the way he licked his hand...it was hilarious!" draco hugged his stomach as he chuckled.

"i know," y/n wiped a tear from her eye.

the two unknowingly found themselves in the courtyard, by the door of the astronomy tower.

"what do you say we ditch our duties and spend some...alone time?" draco smirked, his head nodding towards the entrance of the tower.

"well mr malfoy, aren't you just a little punk?" y/n cocked her eyebrow to the boy.

with an alohomora charm, the door clicked open and they started climbing the extensively long staircase.

"how long mor-" y/n began to complain but was quickly hushed by draco.

the blonde boy placed a finger to his lips and gestured to the top of the staircase.

shuffling noises could be heard at the top of the tower.

the prefects tiptoed up the staircase and peeped through the railing.

they spotted ginny weasley and dean thomas sharing a rather....passionate kiss.

"ahem..." draco cleared his throat, the two gryffindors quickly pulled away from each other in shock.

"now, you could make my life easier by going back to your dorms and i'll pretend like i didn't see any of..." draco twirled his pointer between the two, a look of disgust on his face, "...that."

dean and ginny quickly awkwardly walked past draco and y/n.

the y/h/ced girl gave the two a thumbs up and mouthed a quick 'sorry' to them as they made their way down the steps.

"come on sweetheart," draco reached out to grab y/n's hand as he guided her to the balcony of the astronomy tower.

draco began to lie down, back against the floor.

"um...babe? what are you doing?" y/n stood over her boyfriend confused.

"stargazing of course," draco made a 'duh' face.

"alright hun' whatever you say," y/n hummed and laid next to the boy, her head against his chest as they looked up at the stars.

"that one's orion," draco pointed up to the constellation, "that one over there is ursa major," draco ran his free hand through y/n's hair.

"for someone who likes to pretend they don't care for astronomy classes, you sure do know a lot about it," y/n drummed on draco's beating chest, looking up at her gorgeous boy.

draco waved off her comment, trying to upkeep his 'studying's dumb' and 'bad boy' reputation.

"and do you see that one? it's my favourite one actually," draco pointed to the brightest constellation, "that's scorpius."

y/n looked at the bright stars in awe.

"it's beautiful..." y/n breathed out.

"just like you," draco admired his girlfriend.

"godric you're corny" y/n groaned into draco's chest smiling.

"one day, we'll finally be able to tell everyone about us princess, i promise. no more sneaking out at night, no more keeping it in the dark, just you and me"

"just you and me," y/n lifted her body so she was hovering over draco, placing a kiss on his nose.

"i love you so much draco lucius malfoy."

"i love you-"

"y/n hope lupin!" a familiar older male's voice boomed, causing the couple to jump and look in the direction of where the voice came from.

y/n and draco made direct contact with none other than remus john lupin.

y/n quickly got up onto her feet and patting her uniform down, draco doing the same.

"father i-"

"malfoy. dorm. now." remus instructed rather sternly.

y/n and draco quickly shuffled past him.

"not you y/n lupin."

the friction of y/n's sneakers and the floor let out a small squeak as she stopped dead in her tracks to turn back around to face him.

she stared down at her feet in shame as her father looked at her.

his expression was blank.

without saying another word, remus walked past the girl coldly, a silent gesture for her to follow him.

the walk back to her father's chamber was quiet, y/n was scared shitless.

remus opened the door to his office rather angrily, holding it for y/n to walk in, and slamming it loudly behind them.

remus sat himself angrily by his desk, while y/n sat by the love seat in the sitting area, the older lupin having a full view of his daughter.

the man stared blankly into space, his face straight, he was angrily picking at the dead skin on his fingers.

y/n kept her head down the whole time, not once daring to look into her father's eyes.

they stayed like this for hours.

and i mean. literal. hours.

remus was trying to process what happened while y/n's anxiousness continued rising every passing second.

"you've got to be joking y/n!" remus slammed his fist on the table and finally broke the silence, causing y/n to flinch, a tear escaping her eye.

"draco malfoy?" he scoffed.

y/n had never ever in her life seen her father so upset and angry before.

"he's nothing like his father i promise, he's such a great boy if only you just got to know hi-"

"lucius malfoy mudered your mother!" remus shouted at the girl.

that was one of the most crucial reasons why y/n and draco had to keep their relationship a secret.

the night lily and james were murdered, remus and y/n were in ireland staying with relatives while y/n's mother stayed behind in england. she had decided to pay a visit to the potter cottage that very night.

lucius malfoy had used the killing curse on mrs lupin when she tried to fight back.

but y/n knew draco was nothing like his father. she had grown to love the boy so much and even if his father did not, the young blonde had a heart of gold.

maybe he wasn't the nicest to others, but he was an absolute sweetheart to the girl he loved.

and she also knew that draco lived with immense guilt over his girlfriend's mother's death.

there were nights where he would cry into y/n's shoulder, apologising profusely to the girl for his father's wrongdoing, telling her how much he didn't deserve to be loved by her.

and that was when y/n knew draco was a good person, because no dark wizard would ever apologise for their actions.

"but that's not who he is-"

"his father is the reason why you don't have a mother anymore!" remus stormed over to the girl, standing over her.

y/n could feel the walls shake from how loud he was shouting.

"you..just..have to get to know him!" y/n cried, tears streaming down her face as she buried her face in her hands.

"i can't believe you're still defending him!" he spat in her face.

"because i love him!"

"well i'm bloody grateful your mother isn't here to see how much of a disappointment you've become!"

the moment the words left remus' mouth, y/n's eyes widened in shock.

she knew her father wouldn't approve of their relationship at first, but she'd never imagined he would be capable of saying such things. especially since he knew how much y/n wanted to make her mother proud.

"i hate you. i wish i never had a father like you," y/n stood up from her seat, poking his chest with her pointer as she spoke through gritted teeth.

"wait y/n, darlin' i didn't mean what i sai-" remus tried to stop her when she shoved past him.

"if you didn't mean it, then you wouldn't have said it," y/n sniffed as she wiped her nose with the sleeve of her robes.

y/n ran down the halls when she bumped into ernie.

"y/n? are you alright?" ernie tried to reach forward to comfort the crying girl.

"don't...don't touch me," her voice shaky as she quickly ran off in the direction of the courtyard.

draco did not in fact return to his dorm when he was told to, instead he stayed in the castle halls, looking for the father-daughter duo.

as he stalked through the hallways, he walked into a rather confused ernie.

"oi, macmillan have you seen y/n?"

"um yea, she was crying but she ran off before anything happened," ernie informed, scratching his head.

draco knew exactly where y/n was.

the only place she'd go to when she's sad.

draco sprinted to the black lake, where he was met with the back of y/n's dark silhouette, she was staring off into the lake.

"hi mum..." y/n hugged her knees as she stared at the moving waters.

remus had told y/n that back in her hogwarts days, when he was still courting her, the black lake was y/n's mother's favourite place.

her and lily would dangle their legs into it and watch the sunset and rise.

and so, whenever y/n was at hogwarts and felt like she needed to talk to her mother, she'd head to the black lake, and well, talk to her.

"i'm sorry..i'm so sorry," y/n sniffed as she sobbed, "but i love him....i love him so so much. for the first time ever, i don't feel alone, because i have him. he makes me feel complete mum."

"oh my gorgeous y/n," draco breathed out.

y/n whipped her head around when she heard the familiar voice.

she quickly ran into draco's arms.

"he...said i was a disappointment to my mother," y/n wailed into his chest.

"he didn't mean it, sweetheart, your father loves you so much," draco comforted the girl, rubbing her back.

"then why did the words..leave his mouth s-so easily,"

'i don't know sweetheart, but i do know that he is so proud of you, proud of the beautiful, intelligent, wonderful girl you are,"

y/n pulled her head away from draco's chest to look up at him.

"what if..he never accepts us," a frown visible on y/n's face.

"then so be it, who cares what anyone thinks my love. even if the whole world is against us, i will never leave your side. you will always have me," draco combed her hair with his hands, "but i promise you my girl, your father didn't mean what he said, he was just angry, he loves you just as much as i do."

"i love you so much draco lucius malfoy."

"je t'aime mon amour."

the young couple shared a loving kiss.

what they didn't know, was that remus was hiding behind a tree, watching.

maybe draco was nothing like his father.

join my taglist here!

tags: @lilytoyourjames @pattnscn @haroldpotterson @itzjennieofficial @xangel76 @daddysfucktoyslut @grandnerdsheep-blog @eleventhboi @cevans98 @jmj-1312 @gwlvr @bluetreecloud20 @momoewn @snigdha-14

[harrypotterximagines]

Five Seconds (Draco L. Malfoy) One Shot

In five seconds, a plethora of experiences and memories can be created. In just five seconds, decisions can be made, choices can be changed, and feelings can create. Your eyes burned through tired, sagging skin. Up early in the mornings to attend a list of classes only to go to bed late at night; your routine for seven years. 

Routines become engraved in us, more than just a comforting process to get through the days but a part of our bodies. Like clockwork, you gather your books from the rotting, wooden desk of your last class for the day, a hoard of bodies trying to push their way out the door.

Your stomach growled for dinner and your mind craved rest. The halls were packed with equally tired students lingering for their friends, or simply hanging out and catching up. 

You enjoyed your silence, a personal prance to the Great Hall, watching the world around you unfold as if your body was separate from it all. Feeling foreign and alienated at the end of the day wasn't as bad as one may think. Sometimes you needed that concealed comfort. Sometimes you needed to unwind by watching everyone else live their life while you breezed past them. 

And like clockwork, as you walked down the long corridor lit by old candles stuck to rusted holders, your eyes locked with the coldest thing in the warm atmosphere. Gray eyes burned through numerous bodies, purposefully spotting yours out of the crowd, as if you were the only one in the room. As if your body was on a timer, your breath would involuntarily hitch and your heart would pound wildly against your chest. 

His gray eyes would smolder, a light smirk tracing his cracked, blood-stained lips. His symmetrical face, a God standing out against mortals, entranced you. Draco Malfoy was your physical form of amortentia. 

His dark green tie contrasted his translucent skin, his black cloak adding to the scheme of colors. He didn't even need to try to stand out, he just did. As he approached closer to you, your body pulsed in a pattern, a vibration numbing your skin.

It was as if the concept of time simply no longer existed an everything slowed. The flicker of the candles remained still, the laughter of your fellow classmates began to tone out, and your body moved without your mind telling it to. 

Your shoulders brushed up against his, sending minuscule electric shocks to your brain, reminding you that you are just a simple human compared to this supernatural being. If you listened close enough, you could almost hear him chuckle, a sweet tone to bless your ears. 

Within those five seconds, of every day of every week, you're reminded of your sappy crush on the notorious Draco Malfoy.

[ttylbabezzz]

Against the odds A Draco Malfoy imagine

We were 11 the first time I saw her as we entered the train off of platform 9 3/4 my parents words hanging in the air to "make us proud". I was a part of a legacy, a legacy of purebloods and death eaters meant to eventually carry on as my parents have and make the dark lord proud. But all it had taken was one look at this girl to change everything. I had never wanted to know someone as much as I had her. She had been sorted into gryffindor, a natural enemy for us slytherins but I still found myself thinking of her over the course of the year trying my hardest to forget - though I could not - and be the person everyone expected me to be around her because of her half blood status. I tried, but I could not bring myself to hurt her. It was in our fourth year at Hogwarts that she had found someone who made her happy, happier then I could have ever seen her. George Weasley, a natural joker and prankster, and a good man. I had never been in as much pain as I had the day before we all left for Christmas when he finally swept her off of her feet and asked her to be his. I longed to be in his position, I longed to call this girl mine, I also knew better then anyone that this wouldn't last long, he was also a natural douche, one who liked to play around. But it still felt wrong to out cast her so I made it a goal to become at least her friend if that was all I could ever be. We have always been on good terms Y/N and I, no matter the hate I had for her friends - the golden trio - and the hate they had for me. She didn't like to judge, she believed me to be a good person under my tough exterior, and that's the person I wanted her to see. I started by sitting with her in class, cracking jokes and smiling everytime I heard her amazing laugh that could brighten up any room. That was how I landed the two of us a detention cleaning Snapes classroom after a fifth year disaster. We laughed through the whole thing, I had even made it clear how I wanted to be her friend. "I knew you were a good person underneath all of that." She stated as she wrapped her arms around me. As detention ended we parted ways with a smile and a wave. It was not long before I heard it, the laughter of another girl and the voice of George as they kissed in a dimly lit part of the hallway. Four months they lasted before he did this, four months of my pain and suffering, stolen glances and yearning. Four months he had so carelessly thrown away. How I wanted to punch him, but instead I snapped a picture, printed it off and spread it all over the school from end to end so all could see just how vile George Weasley is. She came to me that day, tears streaming down her beautiful face. I wiped away all traces before I wrapped her in a tight hug and kissed her hair murmuring soothing words into her hair. The trio found us like that, Ron was pissed "So this is who you turn to after George broke up with you? A snake? How could you be so stupid?!" He shouted furiously earning. Angered gazes from myself, Harry and Hermione. She was quick to walk over and slap him across the face, earning a smirk from me. That was when I decided I wanted her as mine and no one else's. The decision was made long before though, I just had finally plucked up the courage. The next couple of months were spent with the two of us as I helped her heal the heart that had been so viciously broken by the red headed weasel. That was when I had invited her (with permission from my parents as her family was very respected in the wizarding community) to spend the summer at Malfoy manor. Her response was as I expected -as soon as she asked and gained permission from her parents- a yes. As the last day approached I found myself daring as far as to hold the soft and caring hand I had been staring at for months. Things escalated from there as we found ourselves in a happy bubble full of ourselves. The trio was not happy with her decision to spend the summer with my family but she did not care telling them " I make no fuss about anything you three do, he has made me the happiest I think I have ever been, even after George had broken me he has stuck by me, which is more then I can say for you Ron. Just let me be happy." The summer went by fast the two of us spending every waking minute together, my parents approval of her made me even more happy as my father expressed how he would not be upset but happy should the two of us decide to be with each other. It was later that week after returning from diagon ally that I had finally asked her to be mine. The happiness radiated off of her as she spoke " I was beginning to think you'd never ask, you block head." Our happiness was short lived upon the dark lord coming for a visit and requesting me to do something unimaginable. To kill the headmaster. The fear of being killed was too strong for me to say no. I did his bidding that night and became who I had never wanted to be. A death eater. Y/N was not happy about this but knew I had no other choice as I cried to her the next day about the events that had taken place. She wrapped her arms around me and vowed she would not let this come between the two of us because she cared for me too much to let me go. I found no hesitation in kissing her. The next year at hogwarts was full of the two of us together, though I still had a mission from the dark lord to carry out that was going to take place in the next week. She did not leave me though even after the death of the headmaster, instead she found me and comforted me as I cried for what I had just about done but couldn't do. Snape had done it instead, saving me the guilt. It wasn't long after that the war had broke out and I found myself sitting in my room writing to her as she journeyed around with potter and the rest of the trio their intentions unknown. She had picked her side, and I had no choice with the side I found myself on. That was when my father ran to my room " They have captured potter... along with your dearest Y/N I will do all I can to have her spared, I swear it." I felt my world come crashing down around me as I sunk to the floor. It was later the next day I heard her screams of pain. I heard her cries. Anger and fury coursed through my veins as I found myself rushing to the room and crashing in. Bellatrix was torturing her, for nothing more then the joy of hearing someone in pain. "STUPIFY" I shouted racing over "run, get as far away as you can. I love you, I always will." I cried as I helped her run to the doors, then, she apparated away from me once more. My aunt was furious, but not as furious as I had been our shouts echoing through the large house. "IF you ever touch her again dear aunt I will waste no time in killing you." I said my wand against her throat. At least she was safe for now. That was all I could ask. A week had passed and potter had escaped with a few others. It was a while later and few letters that the war had begun. A couple of hours into the fight and I could not sit here and kill the ones I had known for the majority of my life. I found myself turning on my family, on some of my closest friends and changing sides. I fought until the end of the battle beside the one I loved, until everything was won and we could be at peace and not fight anymore. The tears streamed down our faces as we kissed and held each other in a warm embrace. Her parents hugging the two of us "I knew you would fight with us." They said tears in their eyes " You are a good man." That was what feels like a century ago, full of love. I found myself crying, tears of joy as I watched the love of my life walk down the aisle for us to exchange our vows of love for everyone to hear. I found myself laughing with her as we held our new born son scorpius for the first time, and then again as he went off to school with his friends, including Harry's son. We had put our hate behind ourselves and found each other close friends now because of my beautiful wife. Had it not been for Y/N, the world may be different. I may be dead, she could have been dead. Scorpius would not be here, and potter would still be my greatest enemy. But I would not change anything, for the world

[dracoslittleangel]

🤍!! For draco pls🥰🥰

One where draco and reader are on a secret date and pansy and Blaise see them🥺🥺

"How about you wait here and I go and get some butterbeer?", asked Draco to Y/N. They were both on a secret date. Not because they were in different houses or anything, but because everyone have been practically shipping them since last year and if anyone finds out, they wouldn't hear the end of it. "yeah,sure.", she smiled. A few moments later, Draco came with 2 mugs of butterbeer and placed one in front of Y/N. "here you go.", he sat down across from her. They talked for a while before standing up and making their way back to the castle, hand in hand. They were just about to enter when Y/N stopped him. "I really enjoyed this date, Draco.", she looked up at him. "I enjoyed it too.", he smiled a proud smile. They both stared into the other's eyes and leaned closer until their lips connected in a blissful kiss. Draco broke apart and looked at her. "I know its only our first date, b-but would you l-like to be my girlfriend?", he stuttered. Y/N smiled and nodded. "yes" They were about to lean in for another kiss when they heard a squeal. both of their eyes widened when they saw who it was. Pansy and Blaise. Blaise had his mouth wide open and Pansy was jumping up and down. They both looked at each other and ran into the castle. Y/N and Draco panicked and ran after them. when they reached the great hall, Pansy was standing on the slytherin table and yelling ," Y/N Y/L/N and Draco Malfoy are finally together. Me and Blaise saw them kiss with our own eyes!". everyone in the great hall looked at Y/N and Draco who were hand in hand and started cheering. Y/N would most definitely kill Pansy after this.

sorry, got a bit carried away....

[haileygarciasunshine]

Mudblood Part Two

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Written: December 26th, 2020

Posted: December 26th, 2020

Warning: None. Kinda Angst

Word Count: 636

Draco Malfoy Masterlist

“Y/N?” Hermione's voice called through the door. “Can I come in?”

A pit in your stomach began forming, as panic began coursing through your veins. Gazing at Draco, he had the same expression.

"You have to go!" You whisper yelled, before throwing the blankets off and bolting to the other side of your room. "Now!" You hissed.

"And how do you suppose I do that?" Draco hissed back.

"The closet. Get in the closet!"

"You want me to what?"

You hadn't bothered responding before pulling Draco by his wrist and pushing him into your closet. Shutting the doors, you quickly smoothed down your pajamas before you attempted to calm your breathing. Making your way to your bedroom door, you opened it revealing a beaming Hermione and Ginny.

Once the door was open, Ginny and Hermione rushed into your room, as if they were afraid you would've slammed the door in their face.

Groaning, you pinched the bridge of your nose.

"What are you guys doing here?" You questioned, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.

"We're here to cheer you up," Ginny stated as if it was obvious.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, you raised an eyebrow at them. "In the middle of the night?"

They shrugged in response.

Sighing, you glanced towards the closet. There was no indication that either girl would be leaving soon.

As both girls yipped about, your mind was clouded with the thought of Draco hidden in your closet.

"Right, Y/N?" Hermione questioned, nudging your shoulder slightly.

"Hm?"

Hermione let out a whine. "Were you even listening to me?"

Frowning, you dropped your gaze to your lap. "Sorry...I just have a lot on my mind."

"Do you wanna share with the rest of us?" Ginny teased.

"Not particularly."

The sound of shuffling coming from the closet sounded through the room."What was that?" Hermione questioned quickly to whip out her wand.

As you were about to respond, Draco came tumbling out falling backward, landing on the floor.Draco's ocean eyes quickly became a deer in headlights stare.

"Y/N?"

"Yes, Ginny?"

"Why was Draco in your closet?"

"Um.."

Making your way to where Draco was, you helped him to his feet. Gazing at each other, you could feel the electricity between you.

"Oh my gosh!" Hermione shrieked, clasping a hand over her mouth. Her outburst caused you both to turn your attention to her.

"Something is going on between you!"

"No!"

"Absolutely not!"

Whipping your head back towards the Slytherin in front of you, your jaw fell slack slightly as you felt your heartbreak.

"Would that be so bad?" You questioned your voice barely above a whisper

."Of course it would!" Draco yelled. "As if I would want anything to do with a mudblood."

As the words left his lips, you swore there was sorrow in his eyes. Shaking your head, you ignored the twinkle in his eyes. 

Frowning, you felt a sob leave your lips.

"Get out."

"Y/N..." Draco's voice trailed off, as he took a step forward. His voice dripping with sorrow.

"Get out!" You yelled, placing your hands square on his chest as you pushed with all your might. Tears began streaming down your face. 

"Get out! You Slytherin scum!"

"Y/N, you...you don't mean that." Draco's voice sounded as if he was hurt.

"Yes, I do!" You shrieked, tears falling on the floor. "I won't repeat myself." Grabbing your wand, you pointed it at Draco.

Frowning, Draco knew he had messed up. Sighing, he held up his hands in surrender before leaving your room.

Falling to the ground, you were on your knees as you couldn't help the sobs that came from your lips. In a matter of seconds, Ginny and Hermione were beside you. Both girls alternated between rubbing your back and stating words of encouragement. 

Promptlist

Join my Taglist Here

Request a Part Three (Be sure to mention the title) Here

Send me a Request Here

Taglist:

@donttellanyoneireadfanfiction @ssa-holmes @fortheloveofaqueenfan @lieswithoutfairytales @summertimelilies @mymybirdie @wonderful-writer @beth-winchester21 @m3ssytrash​

[malfoyheartsgranger]

Maybe

Summary: In which Draco and Y/N dance and think on what could have been.

A/N: The ending feels a little rushed IMO, but I honestly just couldn’t figure out how I wanted to end this! There isn’t really a concrete ending, which I guess is good for open-ended lovers!

Warnings: mentions of war, pregnancy

Word Count: 1.8k

. . .

Everyone stared.

You thought that perhaps you had never been surrounded by so many people, and right now every single pair of eyes was on you.

Well, on the boy next to you.

He stood with shaking hands, looking to the ground with a face smeared with dirt. Did he know that everyone was looking at him? That everyone was waiting to see what his next move would be?

His eyes bounced from the ground to the opposite end of the clocktower courtyard when a soft voice called, “Draco, come.”

Your own gaze moved from him to the source. His mother. You could see Draco’s assurance falter. Yours did as well. A few moments ago you would have been sure that Draco could resist the call of Voldemort; after all, he had no real respect for the figure. But Narcissa? Draco had, in fact, nothing but respect for his mother.

He stared at her for a moment. Draco looked around him, at the peers he had called both enemies and friends, at the incredibly lessened amount of faces. Maybe he thought he would find the answers in the crowd. People had been telling him what to do all his life; why not now? You had never been one of those people, but Draco also knew he could always turn to you for guidance.

But he did not look your way. Though you stood right beside him, Draco attempted to step down from the marbled stoop upon which you both stood without sparing you even a glance. Later, he would tell you it was because he knew if he met your eyes, he never would have been able to take that step.

He never had to, though, because you reached for his hand just before he could leave your reach. At your touch, he immediately stilled. When he turned to face you, you could see the tears forming in Draco’s eyes. He was afraid.

“You don’t have to do this, Draco,” you said. You knew there were hundreds of eyes on you, but in that moment it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Draco knowing he had another option. Another life, here with you. “Stay with me. I love you.”

You squeezed his hand.

He squeezed back.

. . .

Draco’s hand slipped onto the patch of skin that your ballgown left exposed, breaking you from your reverie. His touch on the small of your back was both a welcome and unfamiliar sensation.

He felt different than he had all those years ago. Back when you were both young and free and warm. A lot had changed since then.

Draco was cold now, in more ways than one. His touch left a whisper of frost everywhere it landed, and his stance was rigid, even as he danced with you on the sweeping floors of Malfoy Manor. The two of you had spoken very few words, only pleasantries and Draco’s invitation to dance. You could tell there was an initial shock when he first saw you. After all, it was the first time you had accepted one of the Malfoys’ gala invites. You always told your friends you couldn’t imagine yourself within the bitter walls of Malfoy Manor, but they knew the real reason you had never attended an event here.

“It’s been quite a while since I’ve seen you,” Draco suddenly said. He spoke quietly, but not necessarily soft. Just hushed.

You nervously shifted your hand from his shoulder to the space just below it. Immediately stunned with how toned he still seemed to be, you moved your hand back to where it had been. You shook off your nerves.

“Yes, I’ve been very busy.”

“So I’ve heard,” Draco commented. “Working our way up to Minister for Magic, are we?”

You flushed before looking up and noticing the smirk Draco wore. He knew you had never wanted such a stuffy job, but he also knew that you would not stop working toward the top until you reached it. And perhaps he was right: what next step was there but Minister for Magic?

You returned his chiding smile. “Not quite the plan, but if that’s where life takes me, who am I to fight it?”

“Ah,” Draco sighed, “you and your ideas of fate.”

A rise in the music called for a quick turn, and Draco spun you around with as much grace as humanly possible. You were not a dancer in any sense of the word, but you had been to enough formal events to know how to tame a dancefloor.

As you settled back into your sways, Draco exhaled. “Perhaps you are onto something. If I had any say in where life took me, I wouldn’t be here right now.” You sent a troubled look Draco’s way. Your expression must have done its job, for he quickly elaborated. “Well, I suppose I would still be dancing with you. But certainly not as an unhappy man married to another woman.”

There it was, you thought. You knew the night wouldn’t last long without some mention of Astoria. However, you had thought that Draco’s first reference to her would be one of a raving nature. After all, she was pregnant with his child–a son you had heard–and you had seen how they grew fond of one another over the past several years. You knew how excited Draco was to be a father, but maybe that didn’t have to mean he was thrilled to be a husband.

But of course, you knew that voicing any of this would lead to conversations you simply weren’t ready to have. And so you congratulated him on the approaching arrival of his son instead.

“I heard about Astoria’s pregnancy,” you told him. The music swelled around you, just enough that the other pairs thought it the perfect moment for a dip, but you and Draco remained still. His wife was not present tonight, and you assumed it was due to the late stage of her pregnancy. You had heard the news months ago, but this was the first time seeing Draco since then. “You must be so happy.”

Foregoing speaking, Draco hummed in agreement. You took the moment that his eyes glazed over as an opportunity to watch his face. There was stress there, and age, undoubtedly, but it also appeared as though some of the lines were from grins and laughter rather than worry. You were glad. If Draco couldn’t have been happy with you, you were satisfied to see that he found it somewhere.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Draco interrupted with a cough and a murmur. He was not looking at you, but at the sparkling ceiling above. They must have cast a charm on it earlier in the day to bring the night sky indoors. “That I must be so content in this life. A beautiful wife, a baby on the way.”

Draco looked back down at you, tightening his grip on your waist just a fraction, just enough for you to notice. “But it wasn’t what I wanted.”

“You always–” you began, but Draco cut you off.

“It was never about what I wanted though,” he said. He gestured around the two of you. “This was always what they planned for me, I suppose, fate be damned.” You both studied the people around you, faceless space-fillers in the grandeur of the Malfoy way of life. And then, without any preface: “I loved you, know you.”

You couldn’t deny that you had dreamt of this moment over many restless nights, alone in your flat while Draco laid happily with a wife that was not you, in a life you weren’t a part of. Though the pair of you had been so close in Hogwarts that nearly everyone assumed you were dating, nothing romantic ever quite happened. Of course, there were late nights in the library and whispered secrets and almost-kisses, but nothing solid. When Draco had asked you to be his date to the Yule Ball in fourth year, you thought that surely he would confess his feelings for you, but later that night, you saw him with another Slytherin and ignored him for a week, even when he brought you sweets every day. But now, over ten years later, for some reason, Draco thought it an opportune moment to say the words you had waited ages for? You were frustrated, angry almost to the point of madness, but you didn’t realize it then. Only later, when the party was over and you returned home, would you reflect on his words and their horrid timing and realize just what an idiot Draco Malfoy really is.

Right now, the only words you could muster were the truth. “So did I.”

“How mindless,” he mused, scoffing as he shook his head a bit, “all those wasted years. All those missed opportunities.” He paused. “Though I suppose one made more difference than all the others.”

You nodded solemnly, needing no more information to know exactly which he referred to. The Battle of Hogwarts had been a sobering event in countless ways, one of which being that it proved loyalties. You still maintained that a part of you had thought Draco would defy Voldemort and his family when the time came. And yet, when it did, you squeezed his hand, and he dropped yours. An ending so devastatingly different from the one you often daydreamed about. There was no way to go back now, but you still said, “You didn’t have to do that.”

And just as you hadn’t needed further explanation, neither did he. As though the conversation had not already been serious, Draco sobered. He looked to the ground, avoiding your eyes. “I thought I did,” he said. “It felt like the only way to protect my family.” He chuckled a bit at his own misfortune, though it was not a pleasant sound. “All that to keep them safe, and they still remain the root of my discontent.”

“I know it’s not worth much, but I do believe they thought they were doing what was best for you.” You shifted the hand on Draco’s shoulder up a notch to rest on his cheek. You knew if anyone looked too closely at the two of you in this moment, they would be suspicious of such an aura between Draco Malfoy, a married man, and this strange unrecognizable woman. But here you were, and you did not mind the stares. “I hope you find happiness, Draco.”

He reached his own hand to rest upon yours, and you could have sworn that his previously icy fingers warmed upon meeting yours. “Maybe we could have had that,” he said. “Happiness.” He glanced into your eyes, and it was the first time you felt he had truly looked at you all night. A flicker of warmth flashed across his eyes, and as soon as you registered it, it disappeared, replaced by an unfeeling glaze. “Maybe if you had told me then.”

And with that, he lowered his hand, dropped your waist, and turned away.

As the orchestra finished their piece, the other partygoers clapped their hands in amusement, hoping for another chapter of music.

You stood, frozen in the middle of the dancefloor, and watched, helpless, as Draco Malfoy left the ballroom, walking away from you again.

And you were left with that damned word, that held so much and yet nothing at all.

Maybe.

. . .

my stories

[malfoyish123]

part four and final part of my draco imagine THE LIFE WE HAVE ALWAYS WANTED • • ~thank you @mrs.malfoy05 for making the cover page 🦋 • • • #draco #dracomalfoy #dracoimagine #tom #tomfelton #dracoluciusmalfoy #dracoimagine #dracomalfoyimagine #dracoxy/n #scorpiusmalfoy #hogwarts #slytherin #slytherincommonroom #tomfeltonimagine #draco_the_prince (at 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐫) https://www.instagram.com/p/CXGrZcaKyL2/?utm_medium=tumblr

[envycherie]

Draco Malfoy as your boyfriend.

“Nobody notices your sorrow, your pain, but everyone notices your mistakes.” (Miley Cyrus)

-

Dating Draco Malfoy would be a constant game of confusion and understanding. His heart and mind would play tug of war with him, “Treat them nicely because you love them” “You don’t deserve love, you’re a horrible person.”

At first you were confused, why was he so loving towards you one minute then cold the next? But as you grew closer and closer in your relationship, he would eventually let everything out. He would tell you everything, being a death-eater, the stress put on by his Father because of Voldemort and the tasks.

You’d feel horrible because of this, you would think you’re the most selfish person on earth for only caring about how you felt about him when he would change up instead of imagining what it would be like in his shoes for one day, imagining what he could be going through and how he might be feeling at times.

He would comfort you, assuring that you should not feel that way and that it was his fault for lying and keeping secrets, at the same time you would be comforting him, telling him how much you love him, that you don’t see him any differently and that how proud you are of him for being so strong.

It would be tears on tears, but this benefitted the two of you. He was starting to feel like a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders and overtime the way he acted towards you wasn’t as inconsistent as it was before.

Apart from that, he would try to keep your relationship a secret, of course there were moments when he had to take a stance and say “I’m her boyfriend.” but would regret it and obliviate the person as he dragged you away. After all, How could he not? Anyone could go on to tell his family.

Or worse - it would reach Voldemort. Draco was aware of what Voldemort could do to you and he wanted to keep you safe. However, the two of you being Slytherins and having Snape as head of house would be a big obstacle.

But with you, he could overcome any obstacle.

Love was something he almost never received,

but you changed that and he was extremely thankful.

The boy who had no choice had made a choice;

to keep you safe and love you until death do you apart.

[just-another-writer-17]

Draco X Slytherin! Reader

Yule Ball ( part six )

I hope you like it. Please read the previous parts if you haven't. This the last part of this series.

Requests and suggestions are open.

GIF isn't mine.

Credits to the owner.

Here it starts...

*****

When Draco saw Y/N, his jaw dropped, he was awestruck by her beauty. He then quickly went towards the stairs and extended his hand towards her. She took it willingly while he complimented, 'You look beautiful...more than I thought you would.' 'You too look quite handsome yourself.' she said, returning the compliment. Draco smiled.

Draco kept his hand on the small of her back as he lead her towards the great hall. As soon as they entered the hall, all eyes were on them.

The hall was beautifully decorated. There were several delicacies laid on the table which were shifted on to the side, to make space.

'All this is so beautiful!' exclaimed Y/N. 'It's nothing compared to you, darling.' said Draco, smirking.

'You look gorgeous, Y/N!' said a male voice behind them, interrupting there conversation. 'Oh, Ethan! Thankyou so much!' Y/N said hugging Ethan. Seeing that, Draco's smirk fell.

Ethan was Y/N's neighbour and childhood friend. They were like siblings. When she came back near Draco, his hand snaked around her waist and pulled her closer.

'Draco, this is Ethan. One of my best friend and Ella's date to the ball.' introduced Y/N, she continued, 'Ethan this is my boyfriend-' but she was cut off by Ethan, 'Draco Malfoy! The Slytherin Prince! How would I not know.' Draco nodded at him. Ethan then went on to find Ella leaving the couple alone.

'Would you like some drinks?' Draco asked. 'Why not?!' answered Y/N. They led themselves towards the drinks table. Just then, the champions arrived and their dance commenced.When their dance ended Draco questioned, 'Would you mind to dance?' 'Sure' replied Y/N with a beaming smile.

Draco led her to the dance floor, swirled her, then placed his hand on her waist and the other intwined with her hand, she kept her free hand on his shoulder. They were moving just in time with the music, it was a slow song to which they were dancing gracefully.

After a couple of more songs she asked, 'Drinks?' 'I was thinking the same thing' he replied. They went and drank drinks. Draco said, 'Come with me, I want to show you something.' Y/N got up, grabbed his forearm and they started walking outside the hall.He took her up the Astronomy Tower. It was quite cold there, so Draco lend her his jacket. The night sky was glowing with stars. They leaned onto the railing, looking at the beautiful sky, in a comfortable silence.

'Y/N-' Draco said, breaking the silence. She turned to face him and her eyes met his soft grey ones, shining by the reflection of the stars. He cupped her cheeks, leaning in, their lips now brushing each other. 'I'm so much in love with you.' he whispered. He then, gently pressed his lips on hers. She put her hands on his neck, pulling him closer. Their first kiss was finally happening, it was slow and passionate and full of love, their lips moved in perfect sync. They then pulled away needing air, but desperately wanting each other more. He rested his forehead on hers, while she said, 'I love you too, Malfoy.'

*****

Here it ends. I hope you liked it. Requests are open. This is the last part of the series.

[karlnapsity]

Main Masterlist!

Draco Malfoy:

Tom Holland:

Peter Parker:

Enoch O'Connor: