#houseneutral!reader

[sapphicwhxre]

me time

♥︎ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!houseneutral!reader

♥︎ requested: yes | no

♥︎ summary: draco finds you masturbating in his prefect dorm.

♥︎ warnings: bratty!reader, dom!draco, fem masturbating, fingering, dirty banter, fem oral, male oral, vaginal sex, hair pulling, overall rough sex but with a lotta soft kisses/praise, degrading, orgasm denial threat, and sorta spanking? its one smack to the ass for being a brat ─ call it what you want

♥︎ a/n: pls this was not supposed to be this long but yk i don't completely hate it. i wasn't sure what to do with the specific personality part of the request but hopefully this works, i just gave the reader a lot of playfulness/confidence.

with the same over the top confidence as usual, draco strutted down the halls of hogwarts. the slytherin boy occasionally made comments towards unsuspecting gryffindors and flashed cocky smiles as he spoke to random friends briefly, but the person he hadn’t spotted was his girlfriend. it was this disapointing observation that had draco deciding to make his way to his dorm, where he could simply write you a note and send an owl to find you and deliver.

arriving at his private prefect dorm, he stopped in his tracks and frowned. hesitantly, he knocked on his own dorm and received no answer. he shook the doorknob once more but the door to his room was locked. smirk creeping onto his face, draco knocked slowly, assuming you were inside.

“y/n,” draco called. “are you in here, love?” in obvious honesty, he knew it had to be you. only for the fact that anyone else locking themselves in his dorm would be facing a sudden and painful fate. draco grinned at the sound of your faint mhm and you called out back to him, “yes, just give me a second, draco,” you replied. “i’m fingering myself, i'll ─ fuck ─ i'll open when i'm done!” your ragged breathing hadn't been noticed by draco until you nonchalantly informed him of what you were doing and the second you did, draco’s trousers grew strained.

a few months ago, he would have choked on his own spit if he’d heard you call out that you fucking yourself like it was nothing, but now? it was a bit of an odd thing but draco had easily admired how straightforward you were and even found himself attracted to it. leaning on the doorway, draco rattled the doorknob once more. what a bad day to have left his wand in his dorm. “you could open up and let me watch,” he proposed, biting down a moan at the thought of you touching yourself, “seeing as you’re probably thinking of me anyway.”

he hoped the teasing would make you open up for him but you simply moaned quietly and draco assumed from your quick paced noises that you were still working on yourself. “i need some me time,” was the only full sentence you gave him. he stood out there listening and waiting for five minutes ─ which felt like hours given the combination of his overall dramatic personality, the hard on in his pants, and his growing impatience.

draco could hear your light movements ─ how wet you were ─ and it killed him. groaning, draco threw his head back and fought the urge to just rub his erection through his pants. he thanked merlin when a breathy alohamora finally came from the other side of the door, a faint click coming from the knob. without hesitation, draco opened the door and shut it behind him, moaning warmly at the sight of you.

ignoring his presence, you continued your actions and laid with your head on draco’s pillow. in only a bra and shoved to the side panties, you had your fingers scissoring deep inside of you, you arched your back for your own touch and let out strings of curses while you thrusted into yourself. “draco,” you moaned, putting on a show for your intent boyfriend.

he found a spot on the edge of his bed and watched you carefully, taking in the sight like a piece of art. you shot him a toothy borderline smirk and used your leg to pull him closer to your bare core. his breathing visibly grew more and more unsteady and his eyes went from a beautiful blue to a sex-crazed silver through his falling hair.

“draco, fuck,” you sent draco past his breaking point with his name rolling off your tongue and he grabbed your wrist, yanking your fingers out of your pussy. trying to regain dominance, he glanced at you and smirked, shaking his head at your soon to be either punished or rewarded actions.

draco’s fingers instantly shoved into you, filling the empty space your pulled out fingers had left. he didn’t move at first, he let your warm wetness hold his fingers and took your own to his lips. “i wanted you so badly out there,” draco swirled his tongue over your digits and his thumb over your thigh ─ which was trembling from the stop just before your orgasm.

sucking your arousal off of you with a pop, he leaned down to kiss you, somehow managing to stay perfectly still inside of you. “that wasn’t very nice of you, my love. my fingers feel much better than yours, don’t they?” you still couldn’t tell if he was going to punish you for touching yourself or reward you for the show, but you didn’t care. either one was going to leave you without any more need to masturbate. “muffliato,” draco muttered, briefly picking up his wand. now you were sure, you’d better say goodbye to any feeling in your legs for the next few days.

at the certain thrilling risk of royally pissing draco off, you pursed your lips and rose your eyebrows in response. “no, not really,” you sighed, teasing registering in his eyes as you mocking him. “i miss how well i fucked myself, don’t know if you can do as good.” without warning, draco pumped up into your core and gripped your jaw, his saliva and your juices still mixed on his fingertips.

“is that what you think?” draco seethed. “or are you being a brat so that i’ll treat you like a slut?” you immediately clenched around him, giving draco the answer you knew he wanted. “use your words,” he cooed through his stupid, stupid grin. “come on, darling, make this easier for the both of us,”

you looked up at him through your eyelashes and trailed your fingers up his biceps, toned just as any good quidditch player should be. “i want you to fuck my pussy,” you answered him calmly, watching his playful dominance turn into pure desire. “just like i was thinking about when i was touching myself. i want your fingers, i want your tongue, and i want your cock.” with your filthy words rolling off of your tongue, draco couldn’t hold back anymore, no matter how much he wanted to tease and take his time with you.

“my pretty, greedy girl,” draco stretched you out with his fingers, using his other hand to hold your waist close to him. he swirled, gathering up your dripping wetness and finally using it to fuck you with slick, quick movements. you loudly let out an unabashed moan into his ear and dug your nails into his back, bucking up into his touch.

“like... like that baby,” you moaned, draco’s fingers still pumping in and out of your pussy like it’d kill him to stop. you’d already been on edge from your own little session and stomach clenching, you were ready to orgasm. “oh, fuck, ‘m so close draco,”

“me time?” draco scoffed, hot breath hitting you sharply as he all but laughed at your words earlier. he seemed to finger you with even more rigorous enthusiasm as he spoke, desperate to feel you paint his skin with your cum. “i think you like your time with me better, don't you y/n?” you moaned in response, seeing stars when you burst on draco’s hand, letting white liquid paint his palm like he wanted.

the painfully hard bulge beneath draco’s trousers was finally released, springing free in front of your panting, leg-spread state. draco took his pooled in wetness hand onto himself and covered his dick in your cum, base to red-pink tip. through his teeth, he let out a groan at the feeling and the sight and you were seconds from doing the same at his action. “you gonna fuck me now?” you spread your legs even wider for him, giving draco a completely clear view of your swollen pussy.

not-so-subtly licking his lips, he pressed down on your clit and rubbed softly. “you just took your fingers and my fingers and now you wanna be fucked?” his rubbing became harder on your throbbing center with every word. “my greedy whore, what did i do to deserve you?” you beamed at him, like a doll being praised.

“absolutely nothing,” you propped yourself up from your laid back postion onto your elbows and fumbled with the clasp on your bra. now completely naked for him, your tits fell out and draco’s circles on your clit stopped completely. “i'm an angel and you lucked out,” you teased, knowing just how much draco hated loved when you were a fucking brat. “you, dray, are so lucky i stick around.” eliciting just the reaction you wanted, draco whipped his thumb away from your pussy and lined up his dick with your slit.

“no,” he hissed as he entered you, both of you moaning. “you’re lucky. lucky i even touch you,” draco thrusted without hesitation, bringing his lips to your neck and peppering you with adoring kisses despite the roughness of the situation. “my sweet fucking whore always wants to be in charge,” draco’s kisses grew lower as his thrusts grew harder and faster and your moans grew louder. “pretending she wants ‘me time’ when all she really wants is her boyfriend.”

the raspiness in his seething through his own shut-eyed moans made you weak, every hit up into your sweet spots feeling like heaven throwing you into euphoric knots of pleasure. his kisses found the valley of your tits and his fingers dug into your hips just as harshly as yours were digging into his back. “merlin, we got you stretched out and ready for me, didn’t we darling?” draco praised how well you were taking him. “can you make yourself feel this good love?”

you gasped, “no! just you, draco!” finally dropping your fight for power while his cock fucked you closer and closer to seeing the stars. “it’s all i wanted when i was touching myself, i just wanted you,” you kept going, screaming when his lips wrapped around your nipple and his hand left your hip to assault the other one. “i wanted you deep inside me, just like this!” you cried, draco sucking and biting on your skin.

your second orgasm came, drowning his dick in your cum and his followed with a twitch and final thrust, filling you up with so much of his own cum that he spilled out onto your legs. he detached from your chest and yanked you into a sitting position before shoving you onto your stomach. “suck and we’ll see about the other thing you wanted,” draco stroked your hair, referencing your request for his mouth to meet your core. “we’ll get you that third orgasm, gorgeous.”

you nodded obediently, letting draco have the control you’d teasingly fought for and licking your lips in preparation. making firm eye contact with him, you pressed your lips to his tip, poking your tongue out just enough to give a small lick. draco groaned impatiently and eyed you warningly, as if telling you that you were risking your own satisfaction. it was all you needed from him to find determination to give him as mind blowing an orgasm as he’d given you ─ twice.

you sank your mouth down on his length, saliva mixing with both of your previously soaked juices. draco immediately moaned at the warm feeling and dug his fingers in your hair, nails brushing your scalp. with your first suck, you took all of him and draco’s dick hit your throat, bobbing up and down to let him feel you again and again. “what a good girl,” he praised. you hollowed your cheeks to let more of him feel you and fought off the urge to smirk against his dick with every one of his moans sounding like he was ascending away from anything that wasn’t you.

despite your efforts not to, you gagged around him but draco was only more turned on, cum building up inside of him. “th-that's it darling,” draco panted, “earn your reward baby,” he coaxed and you completed, stopping your movements to rise and suck on his tip, jerking him off into your mouth. the hot load shot into you, covering the roof of your mouth, your swelling lips and tongue, and your delightfully sore throat.

“did i earn it?” you questioned him cockily after your thick swallow, not bothering to wipe the glistening cum from your lips. draco wiped it for you and left it on your tongue for you to eagerly lap up. “do you think you did a good job?” he chuckled, dangerously bordering a simple giggle at the high you’d given him. “you deserve to be eaten out now?”

crossing your arms, you sat back up and leaned back and opened your legs as a reply. draco leaned over your body to kiss your lips, brushing gently before bringing his face right down to where you wanted him most. “pretty, slutty girl was wrong about her ‘me time’, wasn't she?” he kissed your thighs and the bottom of your stomach, stopping to graze your skin with his teeth. “could you have made yourself cum like this angel?” you tried to put your hand between your legs to silently defy him, just to taunt him but draco shoved your hand away and smacked your ass, prompting a sharp moan from you.

“even getting punished makes you wetter for me,” draco sighed in feigned disappointment, but the dreamy layer of love underneath it didn't escape your notice. he took his fingers through your wet abused folds and took every ounce of pride in your soft shuddered moans. “i won’t take away your reward, just because you're so fucking hot.” you nodded and he went to work, leaving you only a view of his blonde locks and an immediately blissful sensation.

skillfully maneuvering through your wetness, draco’s tongue lapped up the taste of your cum and new patches of arousal against your pussy. he licked in slow stripes at first, only to remind you who was in charge, before returning to what you knew what his full potential, sucking your clit with feather contact and then inserting his tongue into you. “fuck, fuck, fuck, draco,” you cursed through your screamed moans. draco’s fingers held down your thighs tightly and caressed, calming your thrashing under his grasp and the bucking into his impassioned mouth on your pussy. “like that, godric, like that, please!” you lost yourself in incoherent babbles, moaning at draco’s whim.

tears stained your cheeks and you realised just how overstimulated you were. but merlin knew you didn’t give a fuck, as long as draco kept eating you out and hitting you with his moans’ vibrations. you held on to draco’s hair like a lifeline, tugging at the soft tufts and guiding his movements ─ or more accurately, pulling so that you had something to keep you grounded through your orgasm. “draco, ‘m gonna cum again,” you cried, barely audible. he shoved his tongue deeper into you than you thought he could go, flicking and fucking hard.

enough pressure to leave bruises met the spots on your thighs that draco was holding when he knew he had you at your edge. the enthusiasm he gave you overcame you almost as powerfully as your cum hitting his mouth in waves. face pressed against you, you whimpered and clutched air and sheets while he licked up every last drop of your release and cleaned you up. draco lifted himself up just enough to finally catch a breath and the swift feeling of his hovering lips told you the boy was grinning. he kissed your thigh, switching back to the giddy love he showed only you.

laying beside your euphoric state, draco kissed your cheek with the same tenderness and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. you felt his eyes burning into you and you kissed one of his knuckles. “yes?” you questioned him, attitude shining through just as before. draco rolled his eyes before gazing into yours with a love for you that he’s never be able to put into words. “just admiring the panting mess i call a girlfriend right now,” he retorted, unable to contain another kiss to your temple. “do you want dinner?” care entered his voice but he still joked, “i can go get us some, since i highly doubt you can walk to the great hall in this state.”

nodding warmly, you found yourself in a quiet fit of laughter and draco got up, leaving you to miss his touch instantly. “no touching yourself while i’m gone,” draco dressed himself in front of you, pulling his head through his collared shirt. “i don't think you’re in any shape to punished again.” you burst out laughing, louder this time from your comfortable spot on the bed.

“if that was punishment, i’d love to see what your idea of a reward is,” you scoffed and pulled his bed’s blanket over yourself. unamused, draco adjusted his tie and glared daggers at you. “well i can promise you y/n, you won’t get to find out if you disobey me.” despite being more than satisfied, you gave draco your cockiest smile and waved him off.

“can’t tell me what to do, draco,” you hummed. “like i said, a girl needs me-time.”

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[with-love-anu]

wow. i really just blocked a stranger stranger on tumblr

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[sapphicwhxre]

hiii could you do a draco x reader, us falling down the stairs?

i wasn’t going to write this because i’m pretty sure it’s a joke but then i thought it’d be fun since i don’t get much motivation to write for draco and then i ended up getting into it so here we are.

klutz

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: draco has a crush on a clumsy girl who he’s desperate to talk to.

♡ warnings: clumsy reader, falling down the stairs but no serious injury, semi-flustered draco, shattered glass

pretty was the first of many words draco malfoy associated with you.

upon further observation, he came to find that you were quite beautiful. by the time term ended, draco was convinced you were the most gorgeous person he’d ever laid eyes on. obviously intelligent, always making your friends laugh, and somehow filling him with a faint bliss, despite never having spoken to you ─ well, unless you counted a very brief exchange of words mid-year. the one that cursed pansy parkinson and blaise zabini with the task of having to listen to draco drone on about you.

the one thing he’d noticed before that fateful day that had now led to one of the best moments of his year was something he thought was absolutely adorable. it was how downright clumsy you were. draco’s heartbeat quickened every time you let out an exhaled laugh because you’d dropped a book or knocked over a potion. naturally, the day came where you accidentally managed to send your quill flying across the classroom, earning a scowl from snape and a point deduction from y/h. the delicate thing landed right at draco’s feet and you stood to retrieve it.

“sorry!”

you grimaced slightly and gave a lighthearted smile. most of the students around you expected draco to insult you or even throw it back at you, but ─ to their surprise ─ he handed it to and smiled back. “just don’t do it again,” draco joked, sounding a bit meaner than he intended. your fingertips brushed draco’s palm and your eyelashes fluttered as you laughed. his heartbeat became rapid once again. “i won’t,” you reassured. “thanks.” snape cleared his throat and you walked off to your seat, leaving the encounter behind. but it was locked in draco’s mind and he spent the rest of the class thinking of you.

it was safe to say that draco malfoy had a crush.

he did nothing about these feelings he’d developed, although his friends tried to get him to talk to you the next year. pansy was already planning a grand wedding (and a murder if you for whatever reason hurt her friend) while blaise was telling draco to quit being such a prat. not a thing came from their pushing, except for some harsh words from draco and more fantasizing about being close to you. “there she is, dray, just go talk to her!” pansy whispered excitedly. you were walking down the stairs that draco and pansy were about to walk past, immersed in conversation with cho chang.

“i don’t want to.”

draco argued with pansy as soon as he tore his eyes away from your smile. she would have forced him, but her eyes widened and pansy let out a panicked noise, pointing to you. you’d stepped on your own robe and tumbled right down the steps ─ you were lucky none of them had changed at that moment. laying at the bottom of the stairs, cho ran down frantically to check on you and draco seemed to be frozen. it was completely normal for you to be clumsy, but he was torn between wanting to help and being afraid to talk to you. without thinking, he ran over and kneeled beside you.

“are you alright?”

“y/n, i always tell you to watch where you’re going!” cho sighed, giving draco an odd glance for being next to her. you started to laugh, cheeks flushed, and sat up between the ravenclaw and the slytherin. a wince crossed your features for a moment before you eyed them both. “i’m okay, thanks you two,” you smiled warmly. draco choked on a good amount of nothing as you took a confident tone. “you can go on and meet ced without me, cho, draco’ll take me to madame pomfrey.” the girl rolled her eyes, amused but not surprised at your flirting, and left you to it.

draco’s heart and mind were both racing, trying to work out whether you really did just flirt with him and simultaneously freaking out because you knew his name. pansy met his eyes and winked, leaving too, and draco seemed to regain his cool demeanor. “you want me to take you to madame pomfrey?” he cocked an eyebrow at you, extending a hand to help you up. you took it and answered him, demolishing the wall he’d just put up. “seeing as you fancy me so much, i don’t see why you’d complain.”

“what?”

draco scoffed defensively, fighting off a fiery blush. “i‘m not stupid, malfoy, just a bit of a klutz. hold my things while he walk?” at this point, you were leading yourself to the hospital wing and draco was scrambling to pick up your bag and books. “‘a bit’ of a klutz.” draco teased when he caught up to you, but you already had the upper hand. “yes, malfoy, that’s what i said.” you sighed, as if annoyed. “good for you, then, as i happen to like klutzes. especially ones with an attitude.”

“don’t tell me that’s your attempt at flirting?” you snorted, walking into madame pomfrey’s wing before he could quip back. draco waited for you to be checked up and you were given a concoction for the slight pain, but released within ten minutes. “you’re still here?” you remarked when you saw him. “thought you’d have left by now.” as confident as your tone was, you turned wide-eyed upon hearing a shatter behind you and realising you’d hit a (luckily empty) vial off of its stand while swinging your back over your shoulder. madame pomfrey glared and you took it as your cue to leave, both you and draco swallowing laughter.

“that didn’t hurt, did it?” he checked, straying from the banter you’d had going. “it didn’t even touch me, you dork.” draco didn’t have a response other than to snake his hand next to yours, intertwining the two of you. “a bit bold, malfoy,” you hummed. “other people might catch on about you fancying me t─” there was the thump. you bumped into a wall, having not been watching where you were going, like usual, but didn’t laugh this time. “get used to that, it’ll happen quite a lot when we’re seeing each other.” you said smoothly, and he was instantly sure he could fall in love with you.

you were definitely a klutz ─ but you just as surely had draco wrapped around your finger.

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[sapphicwhxre]

keep going

♡ pairing: hermione granger x fem!houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: you walk in on hermione touching herself and tell her to finish.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: shy!hermione, soft dom!reader, f. masturbation, miss kink, breast play

gif is mine; this is for my rationally horny anon <3

if you hadn’t seen it for yourself, you wouldn’t have believed it.

but you’d waltzed into hermione’s unlocked prefect dorm and found an unbelievably attractive sight. it was hermione granger, shamelessly fucking herself on her bed ─ well, shamelessly until you made her blush furiously, cover up quickly, and stammer incoherently. all by knocking on the wall to tell her that her door was unlocked and she should open her eyes.

“someone’s busy, i suppose,” you hummed, rather amused, in response to her flustered blabbering. the sight was incredible, but even better was the complete upper hand you had right now. you didn’t want hermione to stop, in fact you wanted to the opposite. “i didn’t mean to interrupt, but don’t stop on my account, sweetheart.”

“you mean?. . .” hermione trailed off, eyes widening, before she could finish completing your suggestion. she couldn’t help it; if you were implying what she thought you were implying, hermione wanted it badly but was clearly embarrassed. for once in her life, she was at a loss for words. “i mean keep going, ‘mione,” you put the poor thing out of her misery. “i wanna watch you get yourself off, that alright, bunny?”

somehow even more flushed than before, hermione nodded shyly. she slowly pulled the blanket she’d used to cover her heat from you away from her legs and a small smile began to creep onto her. “yes, miss,” hermione spread her legs, tone polite. “i wanna touch myself for you.” this would be different from your usual sexual endeavors ─ a good different.

“like a good girl?” you prompted, making her bite down a grin as your hand touched her thigh. “like your good girl,” hermione agreed. she laid backwards, still looking you in the eye and steadying her breathing. “can i start touching myself, miss?” nodding, you granted her request. “only cause you’re minding your manners.”

you teased her, but you and hermione both knew the reason for doing this; because you wanted it. finger circling her clit, hermione started again, despite having been close to her orgasm before ─ she wanted to be good for you. “so pretty,” you praised softly. an exhale that made a small sound escaped from hermione’s lips while her fingers moved on to teasing her lips. “and so well-mannered. haven’t tried to rush at all, good girl.”

“i know you wouldn’t like that,” hermione pouted, as if offended you would even suggest that she’d do so. her breathing was heavy, but she kept speaking, batting her eyelashes all the while. “am i wet enough, miss? can i please fuck myself?” her breasts rose and fell subtly with every deep breath she took. hermione was desperate for her own touch and somehow you controlled whether she got it or not.

“take your top off first, love, you’re far too clothed,” you stroked her deep pink cheeks that were matching her throbbing core. “then you can fuck yourself with those pretty little fingers, that sound good, bunny?” immediately working on the buttons of her blouse, hermione discarded of the top like you requested. “yes, miss.”

a sheer pink bralette held her boobs up in an angelic way. you finally took your place beside her and laid too, unclasping the bra and revealing both her bare back and breasts. “don’t mind me, pretty girl, you make yourself cum now,” you whispered into hermione’s ear, smirking when you felt her shiver slightly. your hands cupped her tits, feeling them softly.

able to see between her spread legs from your spot, you watched as hermione inserted a finger into herself. like she was testing the waters, her eyes flickered up to yours, and you kissed her unsure lips gently. “keep going,” you coaxed. a second finger was enough to make her moan out loud, though perhaps it was the combination of that and your ghostly touch on her chest. it was obviously difficult for her to hold herself back and you watched, enjoying, for a moment before relieving her. “go faster, darling, you deserve it.”

biting her lip, hermione indulged herself, pumping rapidly into herself. the soft cries that left her were ethereal, turning louder when you started to toy with her nipples. “feels good, miss,” hermione moaned. “not as good as yours though.” you smiled at her, tugging on her buds lightly. “you’re doing so well, love, just keep going.” hermione nodded at your coaxing, presumably scissoring and curling inside of herself.

hermione gasped; your lips made their way to her breasts, kissing gently before wrapping them around her. her moans sounded closer and you suckled softly, squishing her tits while you tasted her. “‘m gonna cum, y/n,” she threw her head back and gripped you. she was so wet that you hear her thrusting into her cunt, faster and faster. “fuck, miss!” she came, nails digging into your hair. a thin string of saliva pooled her tits when you pulled away and you reached up to kiss her.

lips curled into a smile, hermione accepted your kiss. you turned your head to see the mess she’d made of yourself and had to bite down a moan. taking her hand in yours, you sucked the cum off of her fingers, fluttering your eyes shut contently before kissing her once more. “good girl,” you muttered against hermione’s lips. “still want my fingers too, lovely?”

“yes,” hermione breathed out eagerly, cheeks tinted pink, before suddenly remembering to mind her manners. “i mean, yes please, miss.” you placed a kiss on her temple and raked your eyes down her subtly heaving figure before making a decision. hermione looked just too pretty for you to not keep going.

“lay down for me, ‘mione. . . i’m going to make you feel even better than your fingers did, ‘kay?”

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[sapphicwhxre]

pleasure

♥︎ pairing: pansy parkinson x fem!houseneutral!reader, implied cedric diggory x reader

♥︎ summary: your boyfriend doesn’t please you, so pansy does.

♥︎ requested: yes | no

♥︎ warnings: talking about shitty sex, hickies, fingering, f. oral

♥︎ a/n: i listened to “not fair” while writing the beginning <3and obviously, i don’t condone cheating outside of fanfiction, no hate to cedric :) also... i’m pretty happy about the fact that i used my own gif. isn't that nice? ok i’m sorry, i’m done with my a/n now skdjsjsksp

“he sketches me in class, y’know? it’s not just romantic either, he’s really good,”

you picked petals off of a flower from the bouquet cedric had given you. across from your bed was pansy’s, and she was listening to every detail of your ramble about cedric. you’d been with him for months, but something, call it intuition, told her there was a reason you were so apparently head over heels today. “oh! and he writes me poetry, have i mentioned that? ced’ has such a way with words, pansy, i swear.”

“anything he can’t do?” pansy laughed. “you haven’t shut up about him, did he finally fuck you or something?” you blinked at pansy’s sneering and looked away, a bit too quickly. her playfulness grew mischievous and she all but ran to the foot of your bed, pointing an accusatory finger at you. “oh my stars, he did. as your best friend, i demand you tell me everything.”

the heat in your cheeks wasn’t because pansy was wrong but because of another reason. two reasons, to be honest, but you’d only be sharing one of them. “‘course but... you’ve got to swear you won't tell anyone,” you announced. pansy grinned, holding her pinky out to seal the promise. gulping, you nodded. “well... you know how you asked if there's anything cedric can’t do?”

pansy’s eyes widened immediately, understanding. “no way,” she scanned you for a sign that you were joking. “y/n, diggory can’t make you cum?”

“keep your voice down!” you whisper yelled, embarrassed. “we’ve done it a couple of times and... i don’t know. i just didn’t like it. earlier, i was sorta reminding myself how great he is outside of bed when i was going on about him, so i wouldn’t feel bad. but never mind that, sex is overrated.”

eyebrow raised, pansy moved closer to you. not just closer, but close enough to see the different specks of colour in her eyes and each of her freckles clearly. “is it?” her tone changed and her fingers brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. bringing her lips to the now exposed skin, she whispered, sending chills down your neck. “or is cedric eye-candy diggory what’s overrated?”

“i─ i don’t,” you stammered, flustered by what she was implying, and even more flustered by the fact that she was right. she was close enough to kiss you now, but for some reason held back. “pansy.”

pansy smirked, making a familiar wetness meet your clothed pussy. familiar not because of cedric, but because of the thoughts about your best friend that you’d pushed aside since you’d started dating him. “pansy what? use your words, love,” her voice was like sticky sweet honey the dirtier they got. “or would you rather i use mine? diggory isn’t the only one who has a way with words, judging by how you’re clenching your thighs.”

“pansy...” you repeated. then you gave in. and as soon as you did, pansy looked like christmas had come early. “please fuck me right, you’re right about him.”

“i know that, baby.” the nicknames weren’t new, but she’d never used them like this with you, and you couldn’t say you were complaining. with a rough push and reposition, you were on your back and pansy was pinning you down. your body was now at her disposal.

“i wanted him to make me feel good,” you admitted, talking about more than just your sexual relationship. pansy hummed in acknowledgment and you kept going while her fingers trailed your skirt-covered legs. “but he never does. i always want more than he can give me.”

“i’ll give it to you, y/n,” her voice became tender for just a moment and then sultry once more. “pinky promise, love.” using both hands, she pulled your skirt down to your ankles slowly. next was your cotton panties, allowing cold air to hit your wet pussy sharply. the garments were thrown to the ground by pansy’s manicured fingers and her plump lips pressed a kiss onto your thigh.

“mm,” you bit down a gasp, pansy’s thumb had pressed harshly on your clit. two other fingers worked simultaneously between your lips, feeling the arousal that had made its way there. remembering how cedric had done the bare minimum, leading you to faking your orgasm, her focus made it all the better.

there was nothing pansy wanted more than to see your lips paint her body and to feel her clit on yours, raw friction mixing with cum. but this was about you and giving you what pansy thought you so deserved. she licked up your slit, through your folds, getting a taste of you. to her ecstasy, you moaned and didn’t even try to silence yourself. “my, my, darling,” pansy swirled her tongue around your clit, enjoying every second of it. “such a pretty pussy and pretty moans, how come he didn’t treat you like he should’ve? my poor thing...”

thrusting not one, but three fingers into your entrance, pansy filled you up and you moaned louder than before. “so warm and tight, what a shame you haven’t been fucked right yet.” her fingers pumped, in and away from the deeper parts of you she could reach. your moans grew rapid and you started to cry her name when she started to scissor her fingers and curl them in your good spot. feeling more than any other time you’d done this, you clenched around her and felt bliss, an incredible feeling that elicited moaned screams right from your throat.

“i love how you sound when you say my name, darling.” pansy pulled her fingers out of, sucking them clean one by one. it was messy, your cum splashed on her now red lips, dripping off of her bottom one. “you taste so wonderful, i’m sure you won’t mind if i devour you now?”

nodding frantically, you spread your legs even more than they already were. “yes please, pans,” you begged. now that you knew what it felt like to have someone know how to touch you, you couldn’t get enough. like she'd expected nothing else, pansy licked her lips at your pussy and smiled. “hold tight, y/n,”

her mouth attached to your swollen clit, giving you soft suction. you screamed at the oversensitivity, but didn’t want her to stop for even a moment. she tugged your folds with her teeth, the tease daring you to ask for more. “i want your mouth so bad, pansy, please stop teasing,” you whimpered.

your hands flew to her hair, grabbing hold when she really went to work on you. you’d never heard yourself moan so much or felt such a euphoric physical pleasure and pansy knew it, her prideful grin meeting your cunt. slipping her tongue into your entrance, it became clear you wouldn't last much longer. with her infamous confidence, pansy gripped the outside of your thighs and buried herself in between you, letting you cum on her lips and tongue.

laying beside your panting state, pansy swallowed the release visibly as she looked into your eyes. the silence that followed surprisingly wasn’t awkward, it was somehow beautiful. “did you feel good, y/n?” of course, she knew. but eyes sparkling, she wanted to hear you say it.

“so good, pansy,” you pulled her close, smiling at the feeling of her skin ghosting yours. “i love you.” you shocked even yourself by saying those words after ignoring them for so long. please answer, you thought to yourself.

“i love you too, y/n.”

the second thing cedric couldn’t do was obvious, but you still didn't say it... you thought the way you held her in your arms was enough. cedric diggory couldn’t and never could be pansy parkinson.

“just because he was rubbish, doesn’t mean i am. ready for me to repay the favour?”

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misunderstandings

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: when draco comes to you for girl advice, you fail to receive his hints that you're the one he’s in love with.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: jealousy, insecurity, and draco being completely shit at feelings but fluffy ending

“that’s ridiculous,” snapped draco.

another nudge in your direction shot down. pansy parkinson knew her best friend, draco malfoy, had been in love with you since the day you met and had watched painstakingly as he failed to tell you, year after year.

“it is not,” pansy pushed. “girls go for that kind of thing!” the boy scoffed up at her with crossed arms. “and how would you know what girls like?” this cheeky comment earned him a harsh smack to the side. “ow! damn it pans ─”

“just tell y/n you like someone and ask what you should do about it. then use her advice on her and wait for the magic to happen,” pansy explained. “and after you can thank your best friend for doing something about your crush. even crabbe knows you fancy her and he’s... crabbe!”

draco cocked an eyebrow and groaned into the air. “point taken. if i get rejected and our friendship is ruined, i’m going to kill you, parkinson.”

a yawn escaped you over your potions essay. you'd only gotten in two pages of the six assigned before running out of information to write down. “working on snape’s essay?”

you turned your head to see a familiar platinum blonde and sighed. “draco,” his heart skipped a beat when you said his name, “this bloody essay is taking me out.”

the exhaustion from your homework distracted you from draco’s fidgeting hands and thumping heart ─ which he feared you could hear for how hard it was beating. “i’ve got something that’ll take your mind off of things.”

eyebrow raised for only a second, you shoved your parchment and quills to the side and gave him your full attention. “anything as long as it isn’t potions related."

“it isn’t.” he laughed nervously. this time, you did notice how his cold eyes shifted away from yours and how his trimmed nails found a thread on his robe to pick at. “draco?” you offered a hand to draco’s, sending an embarrassed rosy blush to the apples of his cheeks.

“there’s a girl,” he started. your hands brushed away from his instinctively. you already hated where this was going. “and i think i’m in love with her.”

your heart sank to the very bottom of your core, shattering. draco scanned you for a reaction before continuing ─ completely unaware of the thrilling nausea his words had caused in you. “who is she?” you breathed instead of speaking, anxious to know who’d stolen your friend’s affection when you’d failed for years.

draco ignored your question and missed the lack of excitement on your face. “i need your help with how to to tell her.” as you opened your mouth, you and draco both took immediate notice of how your lip was shaking and he knitted his eyebrows, worried he’d offended you. perhaps you didn’t want to deal with his problems on top of your own.

“tell her. she’d be an idiot not to love you.”

to draco’s immediate concern, tears clung to your eyelashes and you bit the inside of your cheek, starting to cry softly. “i’m sorry,” you mumbled through your light sobs. “no, don’t apologise,” he stammered, “i didn’t mean to overwhelm you, pansy just ─”

“you’re in love with pansy?” your voice breaking grew harder to contain and you stood up, hurt but not surprised. your best friend was pretty and funny and put together, who would want you beside her?

“what? oh, no!” draco realised what was happening and his eyes widened in panic. you weren’t overwhelmed by your homework, you were jealous and he wasn't making it any better. “you, y/n, i love you!”

you stared at him for a second, breathing starting to calm. “but...” the humiliating truth dawned upon you. “oh bloody hell, i look like an idiot, don't i?”

“not at all,” he reassured and you met his eyes, ashamed. “well i feel like one─” draco’s hands and lips cut you off, cupping your face to kiss you. it was quick and passionate, speaking for the both of you. you clutched his arm, not wanting it to end.

“if i’d known,” you mumbled after a moment, now smiling, “that all i had to do to get your attention was be dumb and jealous...”

draco kissed you, cutting you off again and trying to keep your touch for as long as he could before pulling up a chair to sit beside you. “what are you doing?” you questioned him.

“you’re my girlfriend now, we’re making this essay a study date.”

your heart fluttered with butterflies and you sat beside him happily... but you never did end up finishing that essay.

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[sapphicwhxre]

rainfall

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: you love the rain and draco thinks it’s adorable.

♡ requested: yes | no (for @loverainyclouds <3)

♡ warnings: kinda steamy kisses but really just soft draco 🥺

♡ a/n: h/c means house colour & i love rain so this was fun !!

students were rushing to their dorms, trying to avoid the rain falling from the sky.

draco malfoy, in particular, had been caught by snape — who wasn’t very happy about him getting points taken away from slytherin in transfiguration class. the boy was mumbling about unfair and as soon as he’d left, the evening drizzle turned to pouring rain. just his luck.

the thing that turned his luck around was a blur of a h/c tie and an emerald piece of jewelery that draco had bought for his girlfriend visible through his squinting. even with droplets clinging to his eyelashes, draco knew it was you.

“darling,” draco called out to you, rushing over. you were absolutely drenched in rain and he immediately took off his jumper to give to you, pulling you close to warm you up. “it’s bloody pouring, what are you doing out here?”

a laugh left your lips and you pecked his lips, radiating ecstasy. “i love the rain,” you answered, leaving his grasp to dance around a bit. “it’s so comforting and beautiful, don’t you think?”

“not in the slightest.” you could tell that draco wasn’t enjoying today’s weather and you gave him a playful pout. “awe, draco, is your fancy hair getting all wet?” you teased, bringing up a hand to ruffle up his — like you’d said — wet hair.

“you’re going to catch a cold,” he argued. the worry he held slipped away as draco watched you, humming to yourself and twirling like it was the sunniest day of the year. your hair was messy and your face was covered in water droplets, but he couldn’t help thinking you looked beautiful.

“will you take care of me if i do?” you asked him, wandering back and intertwining your fingers with his. the roughness his skin had acquired from playing quidditch was softened with the airy moisture. finding its rightful place, draco’s head rested on your shoulder, face nuzzling your neck.

“only if you give me a kiss,” draco bargained, no longer minding the weather. you paused, pretending to think about it, and apparently thought it was a fair deal. “okay,” you exaggerated, as if it was a price to pay.

sloppily yet perfectly, your lips met wet skin and soft giggles — even from draco — floated through the air. wrapping your legs around his waist, he held you while your hands ran through his soaked hair. the moment lasted much longer than just a kiss and teeth and tongue melted together.

draco gave your growing grin a throaty moan and he pulled away, finally, resting his head against yours. giving your bliss another burst of happiness, draco mumbled, downpour forgotten,

“maybe i do like the rain.”

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[sapphicwhxre]

wrong

♥︎ pairing: ginny weasley x fem!houseneutral!reader

♥︎ summary: ginny gets tired of you persisting in a pointless argument, so she touches you while you defend yourself.

♥︎ requested: yes | no

♥︎ warnings: swears, clit stuff, fingering, degrading, overstim

♥︎ a/n: reader's being bitchy in this lmao but (a very dominant) ginny puts you in your place so it's ok

“why are you still on about this?”

ginny laughed at your fuming, pouting state as she entered her dorm. “i already told you i forgave you.”

you furrowed your eyebrows at her, ready to continue arguing. “i don't want to be forgiven when i did nothing wrong!”

that morning, ginny waited for you for the weekly hogsmeade trip she'd been looking forward to. there was a sale at honeydukes and she knew just how much you loved to splurge there.

but you'd forgotten to mention that you'd earned yourself a detention by telling professor snape to piss off with a few more choice words and in turn, left ginny waiting until hermione informed her.

“y/n, it was your fault you got detention and didn't tell me,” ginny rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

deep down you knew that you'd overreacted when yelling at snape and you knew you should have let ginny know, but your pride was rearing its head in the way it always did. and to be honest? arguing with ginny was fun, like a little game of yours.

“i know i've got a temper but baby, you're so hot-headed. i already forgave you for standing me up, now calm down.”

you scoffed, making ginny quirk an eyebrow at your attitude. “i told the jerk what he needed to hear, how's that my fault?” you waited a moment for her rational response, since you were the one she kept her cool with.

as soon as your eyes flickered back to her, you knew what was going to happen. she was smirking at you, seemingly amused by you. stepping towards you, ginny looked at you as if daring you to go on.

“keep going,” ginny gestured towards you when you stopped talking. with a firm push, you fell back into her bed. doe-eyed, you were under her control despite your demeanor. “you're cute when you're whining.”

“w─well,” you continued, suddenly flustered. “i didn't ask you for your forgiveness, so i won't accept it. this whole thing is... it's stupid. and i don't whine.” ginny nodded in agreement, making her way to the foot of the bed. she mindlessly spread your legs, chilling your spine but flaming your core.

“it is stupid, so why won't you shut your pretty mouth? admit you're wrong, darling,” ginny's eyes burned into yours while her fingers ghosted the skin exposed between your skirt and socks. she added then, clear authority coating her taunt. “and you do whine.”

your voice was audibly losing and losing confidence with every word. “i'm not backing down because i'm right.” sighing yet obviously not surprised, ginny yanked your skirt along with your panties to your ankles and you bit down a gasp.

“if you insist on being a little brat, then i'll listen to your side,” she hummed, feigning disappointment when really you both knew who was in charge. “you can make your point and we'll discuss while i play with your pussy. carry on love,”

“snape was...” a finger met your wet slit and you contained a moan, letting ginny circle you for a reaction. it was getting harder to focus on what you were finally accepting was a petty argument.

“snape was what, darling?” ginny prompted, taking her touch away from your hole, which you instantly hated the loss of.

“snape was the one that called my potion wrong when i wasn't even done yet,” you complained, sounding more immature than you did before. your cunt throbbed, missing the barely even there touch that ginny had taken away. “i had to defend myself.”

the red-head became blurred through your tearing eyes and fluttering lashes. “oh merlin, why're you crying y/n?” ginny hummed. you could hear the smirk in her voice. “is it 'cause you're desperate? 'cause you know you're wrong? or 'cause you know you might not get to cum?”

“i'm not wrong,” you spat, aching for her to use her fingers or mouth on you. “i'm not desperate. and 'm not crying.”

“you are wrong, babe,” ginny's sweet voice turned sour and two fingers shoved into your pussy, making you cry out at the sudden feeling. “but this? me stretching you out like the stubborn, desperate little brat you are? this is so right.”

your words failed you but ginny pumped into you, teasing because you knew she could fuck you deeper ─ she was just holding back to mess with your head, to get you to quit being so damn stubborn. “gin,” you moaned. “please, ginny, keep going.”

suddenly empty, you whimpered at her slipping out of you, leaving your entrance begging for her return. “i'm not convinced you're right and i told you i'm not letting you cum. now keep talking.” ginny demanded.

“i─i didn't mean to forget,” you stammered pathetically before being cut off by ginny.

“i'm not stupid, no one means to forget things,” ginny interjected. “but you still stood me up and then made a big deal out of it, despite me letting it go. like some attention-seeking baby. is that what you are, y/n? my stupid baby girl?”

forgetting the fight for whatever the bloody hell it was you were fighting for, you nodded. “yes ma'am, i just want your attention. i just want you to give me what i need, ginny, please.” eyeing you for only a second, ginny shook her head.

“tell me what you need, doll.”

you lost the ability to speak, instead staring at ginny with wide eyes. frazzled hair, quivering lips, ginny felt sympathy for you. “ginny!” you moaned in relief when her fingertip pushed down on your clit, rubbing harshly. “t─thank you,”

“good girl, remembering your manners,” ginny hummed in surprise. “but don't thank me just yet, lovely. you don't know what i have in store for you. think you can get off just by me playing with your clit? so pretty and swollen for me, i think you can.”

her punishment didn't seem too bad and you nodded eagerly, unintentionally bucking forward. “okay, baby, you relax now. tell me what i wanna hear and you'll get that release of yours.”

you groaned internally, but gave her what she wanted. “i'm sorry for insisting i was right when i was clearly wrong,” you rushed the words out, aching to cum. “you were right and you're in control. i want... n─no, i need you ginny.”

apparently satisfied, ginny spit saliva on your pussy and looked into your eyes while her thumb took control, flicking and pressuring your sensitive clit. “that's my dirty girl, swallowing her pride for an orgasm. that's just what i do to you, huh? tell me how i make you fall apart without even fucking you,”

“merlin, you make me feel so good, ginny,” you moaned louder, trembling, struggling to speak while you neared your finish. “i can get off ju─just like this, 'm gonna cum all over your gorgeous hands, i─i promise,”

“do it for me, baby, cum for me,” she swiped your entrance, coaxing you, and you complied, drowning ginny's palm and digits in sticky white cum. she grinned wide, admiring the mess she'd made of you by words and some rubbing alone. “just like i said, got off on me touching you a little. good, dirty girl.”

“just for you,” you whispered, out of breath. ginny's soaking fingers pinched your abused clit slightly, causing you to jolt upwards. “gin, what're you doing?”

ginny rolled her sparkling eyes at you and gave you a smirk of the devil.

“you don't really think i'm done with you after the way you acted? no, no, darling, we're just getting started.”

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[sapphicwhxre]

made for you

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: you and blaise were supposed to be perfect for each other, but you fell for draco. which is why he lets go, for you.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: background lunsy & nottgrass, angst, pining

i’ll add tracking to the tags for the gif ─ this request was cleared with my other asks, but here you go anon <3

blaise zabini could pinpoint the moment he realised his best friend was in love with his girlfriend. he could also pinpoint the moment he realised his girlfriend was in love with his best friend. it started in fourth year and blaise watched helplessly until his sixth before coming to terms with what he needed to do.

“i was thinking of asking y/n,” draco told blaise in regards to the yule ball, masking feelings and nerves. “sorry mate,” blaise laughed and patted him on the back. “i already asked her and she said yes. try parkinson?” playfully, draco cursed his friend for getting to her first. blaise didn’t think too much of it ─ even if he fancied you a bit, he’d get over. he’d be alright, he’d find some other pretty girl.

arm in arm at the yule ball, you and blaise turned heads. including draco’s, despite having his hand locked with pansy’s. you looked like you’d hopped out of a magazine with your gorgeous dress and picture perfect smile; from that day on, after so much was shared in one night, no one assumed anything other than that you two were dating. sure enough, you found yourself going to hogsmeade together and snogging in empty corridors. nothing had ever felt so right for you or so wrong for draco and it was downright cruel of the gods to do this.

“they’re made for each other, don’t you think?” pansy commented about you and blaise one day. in the slytherin common room, your head was laid in the italian’s lap and he was reading a book to you. draco couldn’t take his eyes off you, you looked so beautiful in these simple moments. he teared his eyes away when pansy began to speak again, surely flirting, but felt a pair of eyes burning on his head. the blonde turned to meet them and blaise kept the contact for a moment before resuming his reading. “yeah,” draco tried to be happy for the couple. “made for each other.”

envy wasn’t something draco malfoy was used to and it became harder and harder to hide as fifth year came. there were rumours amongst purebloods that mrs. zabini kept the ring her first husband gave her, but even worse and far more relevant, there were rumours that it would be passed on to you. it was like you were on a high all the time, the two of you madly in love. draco shouldn’t feel bitter, not when it comes to his two best friends, but even pansy, daphne, and theo gone at this point.

daphne and theo were in their own little honeymoon phase and pansy had learned the same lesson as draco ─ it was no fun to love someone who was infatuated with someone else. the only difference was, she moved on from draco, finding an unlikely romance with a certain ravenclaw whose father wrote for the quibbler. all while draco stayed lonely, still faking smiles and comfort whenever the two of you were around. “i love you,” you planted a quick kiss to blaise’s lips and left to meet up with pansy. “bye, draco!” you waved him off.

he was supposed to be alright, he was supposed to find some other pretty girl. but here draco was and blaise saw it in his eyes ─ pain. yearning. love. and it was all for you. no one else could have realised unless they were looking for it and at this point blaise was. he watched his friend’s eyes follow you and he watched him subtly bite his tongue, as if to remind himself he couldn’t have what he wanted. this was the moment he could pinpoint, the one where he realised that though his best friend was doing everything he could not to betray him, draco malfoy had fallen in love with you.

“love, i’m worried about draco,” you’d said to blaise one day. “do you. . . do you think it’s true? could you-know-who really have recruited him?” your boyfriend sighed deeply, resting a soothing hand on your shoulder. “he’s tough, he’ll be alright, darling,” blaise reassured you. it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but you accepted it and closed your mouth. the only person draco softened for lately was you and blaise was certain he knew why. his best mate would never do that to him and neither would his girlfriend, he chose not to acknowledge it. draco needed someone right now and it was best for that person to be you, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that he was losing you.

the moment blaise realised it was over came soon after katie bell was hexed. not because you would leave him or draco would steal you, but because he could no longer live selfishly with you when you were obviously starting to return draco’s feelings, stronger than you’d ever done for blaise. he was in the hospital wing, courtesy of harry potter and you dropped everything to go see him. blaise came with you and the others swung by too. the moment it all came crashing down was when you met draco’s eyes, teary and shaking. “i’m so happy you’re okay.”

there was no denying the connection that was happening right in front of him and blaise watched you clutch draco’s hand desperately; you could have lost him and that would have been the worst thing that could have happened to you. you refused to leave and started to fall asleep on blaise’s shoulder, once draco had too. draco was supposed to be alright, he was supposed to find some other pretty girl. just like you and blaise were supposed to be made for each other. but as blaise sat in the dark hospital wing, he had to come to terms with the love his best friend and his girlfriend had ─ even if the decision he was making meant sacrificing his own love. “you still awake, y/n?” he shook you gently.

“mhm,” you hummed, sniffling softly. “i know you love him, y/n, and i know he loves you.” your eyes went wide and you were suddenly awake, knowing instantly what blaise meant. he meant what you’d wanted to deny for the sake of everything pure. blaise had his answer when your eyes welled up with fresh tears and you had no words. his eyes scanned your angel features one last time before doing what he knew to be best. “it’s okay, darling. you need each other, and that’s okay.”

blaise went silent, leaving you to nod and wish for the gods to tell him how utterly grateful you were for what he was doing. a tear spilled down his face, but it was the only one he allowed. you and blaise were supposed to be made for each other, but looking upon you and draco, it was clear who was really made for each other. when you finally drifted off to sleep, blaise whispered to draco his heartbreak and comfort.

“she was made for you, mate.”

and now able to pinpoint the moment he gave up his happiness for the sake of the ones he loved, blaise stood and he left.

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[sapphicwhxre]

promises

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: noticing there’s something wrong with your boyfriend, you try to be there for draco. the truth is much worse than you anticipated but you stand by him.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: angst, arguing, vaginal sex (soft smut)

it wasn’t a strange occurrence for draco to have bad days. but what was strange was how utterly broken he looked since the last time you’d seen him.

his snowy hair frayed, grey sea eyes tired. milky skin no longer dancing with rosy tint. something was weighing on your boyfriend, that much was clear. so you waited. you gave him small touches and whispers of love throughout the day ─ only to be met with more coldness and weak smiles.

when you entered his room, draco was sittting alone. you’d expected to have to wait for him but there he was, staring blankly at his hand and fidgeting with a silver ring. “draco,” you called softly, wanting him to feel comfortable enough to open up. he jumped slightly as if you’d interrupted a train of thought, which you hadn’t, and gazed up at you. “y/n,” he cleared his throat and you sat beside him. normally, he’d pull you in for touch or tug you closer for a kiss but you were met with nothing.

“what is it, love? you’ve been like this all day." your calm question failed you and concern circled each word. draco’s eyes almost welled up with tears at how much you cared. “it’s none of your business,” he snapped and sighed. “i’ll meet you later, alright?”

with much less resistance than draco, tears fell from your eyes, yet for a different reason. “don’t do that,” you whispered firmly. “don’t push the world away ─ don’t push me away.”

as if you flipped a switch, his voice took an angry tone. “i know you’re trying to help but i don’t need your help,” draco painfully wanted nothing more than to let you help him but couldn’t. “and why not?” you cried, voice wavering in unsatisfied irritation. ”you don’t have to do everything alone, just let me in.”

you hadn’t meant to raise your voice but suddenly you were in a battle. draco was in a sea of terror and you were his lifeboat right now. but he’d be damned if he let it suck you in too. if he was going to drown, you weren’t coming with him.

“it isn’t your concern, y/n,” he spat with misplaced fury. “can’t you go one second without bloody irritating me?” the words were like venom and you looked back at him, hurt. “it can’t be that bad, draco,” you pried insistently. “i don’t understand why you can’t swallow your pride and accept that someone loves you enough to want to help.”

“you can’t help with this, y/n!” draco yelled, patience growing thinner. “how could you possibly know that if you don’t try?”

glossy tears were now spilling from his face and puzzlement turned to realisation when he tugged his sleeve roughly to reveal something you’d hoped to never see in person. a jet black serpent, ever so carefully tied with the death eater skull looked back at you. almost in a trance, you stared and stared. it was taunting you.

you were finally ripped back to reality by draco’s bitter voice. “you see?” he said coldly. you didn’t know what to say, you hadn't thought it could be like this. “you’re. . .” voice trembling, your tone fell low. “you’re with him?”

“y/n, you know i don’t support voldemort but ─ your eyes went wide and you cut him off, horrified. “don’t say his name,” draco looked at you apologetically and cleared his throat. “he can’t hurt you. i wouldn’t let him.” his hand was now on top of yours, stroking at your skin softly. the hot tears hadn’t stopped and you were only staring at him with utter despair.

“what if he hurts you?” you questioned softly. the implication tightened the atmosphere and draco didn’t answer you. catching you off guard, he pulled you into an embrace. his fingers wrapped around your waist and he rested his chin on your head. breathing as steadily as you could, you sank into his dreadful touch.

this may very well be the last time you get to be together. things were going to change and you both knew that, not a single word needed. it must have been an hour that you held each other, neither one wanting to pull away. it was you that broke the silence however with your shaking words, mumbling against his chest. “i still love you, you know that, don’t you?”

a breath of relief left him, it was as if you’d read the horrible thoughts in his mind. “i love you, y/n,” he whispered and pressed a delicate kiss to your head. “more than anything else.” leaning up to kiss him, the meeting of your lips was fragile, feathery light. it grew more desperate and your hands scraped at his white hair, lips mashing against one another with a passion you’d never felt before. your love was a promise, one neither of you would ever break.

without breaking the kiss, draco laid you down gently, as if you’d shatter if he touched you the wrong way. he intertwined his fingers with yours and moved his mouth’s attention to your neck. tender love bites were slowly peppered on your body and his teeth and tongue grazed over your skin. draco’s loving eyes shifted up to you, asking for permission, which you granted by nodding silently.

with a caring gentleness, draco undressed you and himself before whispering into your ear, “i love you,” you kissed him once more and smiled genuinely for the first time that day. “i love you, draco.” it was slow when he entered, letting you adjust to his length with a deep sigh. you brought your arms up to his neck and wrapped around his pale skin, holding him tightly against you.

another thrust derived lengthy moans from you both and he quickened his pace, rubbing swirls of comfort on your skin while he made love to you. “y/n,” he praised quietly. “perfect.” his pumps inside of you kept sensually. you bucked into each movement and made yourself hold onto the deep feeling of every thrust, pleasured incredibly. “oh, draco,” you moaned into his neck.

“mm,” he kissed your hair again, reeling from the feeling of your walls clenching around him and your breasts pressed against his chest firmly. hot breathed moans synced rhythmically and you started to near your release. draco pulled just an inch back to watch with admiration as you let go underneath him and soon after finished into you too.

he lifted his hips just enough to pull out of you and laid next to you, revelling at how much he loved you. “i’m going to keep you safe.” he swore ─ and merlin himself would have to strike him down for draco to break that commitment. “promise me you’ll keep yourself safe too, draco.” he cupped your face with a purely determined love and engulfed your lips one last time.

“i promise.”

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[sapphicwhxre]

princess

♡ pairing: cho chang x fem!houseneutral!reader

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ summary: calling cho innocent leads to you being proven very wrong.

♡ warnings: dom!cho, f. oral, praise, names like doll + thing, f. masturbation, grinding, spitting on your *kitty*, & titty stuff

♡ a/n: it is a hundred thousand percent implied that reader and cho keep hooking up after this so this could be the only fic i'’ll do a part two for eventually — edit: so i just realised that this ask was deleted when my inbox cleared but this is for my fwb request anon !!

you could feel cho’s eyes burning on you, but you didn’t look at her. if she had something to say, you’d let her say it herself.

“y/n?”

curious at her finally spoken, shy tone, you glanced up at your friend and she cleared her throat.

“why’s it you call me princess?”

deep pink dusting her cheeks, cho eyed you, awaiting your response. the question was a bit random, but she wasn't wrong. you’d taken to calling her the nickname quite early in your friendship.

cho was always very pretty. that wasn’t a little known fact and it certainly hadn't gone unnoticed ─ which meant there was no shocker in the fact that boys were drawn to her, always jumping at the chance to catch her eye in the hogwarts halls. why she didn’t indulge any of them? you couldn’t say.

“because my innocent bestie, you’re so perfect and pure,” you laughed while you explained, tucking a friendly strand of hair behind her ear. “like a princess.”

at first, cho almost looked defensive. then, in the strangest ─ yet suddenly unbelievably attractive ─ turn, she raised a dark eyebrow and crossed her arms. “i am not innocent.”

“no?” playfully, you leaned a bit closer and placed a finger on her chin. “prove it then.”

the last thing you expected was for anything to come out of your sultry words. but as you were about to learn, cho was full of surprises. she pressed her lips to yours carefully, melting into the warm contact. her tongue swiped your lip before she pulled back and bit her own, softly. cho scanned you for any sign that she’d crossed a line. evidently not finding one, she laced her fingers with yours.

“are you sure you want me to prove it?” cho took her lips to your ear and whispered so low that you barely heard her. with a few slowly undid buttons and a dropped skirt, cho was exposed in front of you. the sheer confidence falling from her hot breath sent fire down to your core. “because once you say yes, you’re all mine, doll.”

doll. all of your dominance crumbling, you nodded quickly. to your embarrassment, you moaned suddenly at just her pushing you onto your back and straddling you. “already?” she chuckled, stroking your side slowly. “i haven’t even touched you yet. do you want me to?”

“please,” you nodded, raking your eyes up and down her figure. you couldn’t believe what was happening ─ this was the girl who blushed at the mention of a hook up last week in the library. cho yanked your school skirt down your legs and you were surprised it hadn’t ripped with her force.

“this ok?” she smiled, now looking up at you from in between your legs. you nodded and without any hesitation, her thumb took to your clothed pussy. “cho,” you begged her, dancing on the line of doing something friends don’t normally do. “quit teasing me, please,”

“am i teasing you?” she smirked, holding your hand sweetly. “that doesn't sound right, innocent girls don’t tease, let alone a princess like me.”

at a loss for words, you simply pleaded with her silently and got your way. though you probably owed that more to cho’s determination to prove her experience than your persuasion skills.

a sharp inhale of air met her fingers hooking on your panties and dragging them down your legs at a painfully slow pace. “ch—cho,” you breathed, no longer sure of what you wanted. your body was at your best friend’s whim, ready to be touched and toyed with however she saw fit. “i was wrong. make me your doll.”

“‘course, gorgeous,” cho’s innocent face completely aware of how she was dominating you made you even wetter for her. “pretty, pretty pussy,” she started to hum, flicking your clit and using the other hand on her own. “pretty pussy, pretty moans, pretty girl. . . all makes sense, don’t you think, doll?”

all you managed was a soft whimper and a clench around nothing as your core started to starve. “don’t worry, pretty thing,” cho soothed, dragging her tongue through your slick folds while taking her finger through hers. with sudden dominance creeping out of nowhere like it’d been doing since this started, cho spit onto your throbbing pussy. “princesses always take good care of their dollies.”

your breathing grew rapid because of cho’s mouth working around your cunt and your shock at how skilled she was. she had you trembling and moaning with every suck, lick, and fuck to your sensitivity. “‘s so good, cho,” you babbled. every time she tasted you, you could hear her fingers thrusting in and out of herself, driving you insane. “s—so good!”

she responded by pushing her tongue into your dripping hole and pulling what she was using to fuck herself out of her pussy. your moans amplified, being fueled by cho’s wet with juice fingers rubbing at your clit and her strawberry pink tongue scraping your walls.

“ch—cho, oh my—,” you struggled to finish your sentences in this state and any hope of doing so died when your shattering orgasm hit you. “cho!”

cho wasted no time popping away from your pussy and straddling you again. but this time, the both of you were naked and drenched in wet sin. “satisfied, doll?” she prompted, stretching out the pet name now that she knew how much you fucking loved it.

“uh huh,” you mustered sheepishly. the tables had turned so much by now and merlin, were you glad they had. ripping off your top and bra, cho groaned at your bare breasts. saliva and cum filled your quick, sloppy kiss and she pulled away grinning.

“made so perfect,” she praised, cupping you in her hands. “my little dolly.” cunt still pressed against yours, cho started to move softly on your still sensitive clit. she started to flick your nipples and the whines that left you only intensified.

rolling your hips, you found a rhythm in grinding with cho on your lap. your nipples were being pinched and rubbed by dirtily wet fingers. “how’s that, little thing?” cho asked you, voice a little raspy. “you all sensitive from me touching you?”

“y—yes,” you murmured, back arching to get more friction on your tits. her tongue flicked your nipple, dragging it between her teeth. “but you still want more, don’t you, love?” cho didn’t wait for your inevitably pathetic response, latching her lips to your bud and sucking. tugging you beneath her teeth, she groaned, enthralled.

your pussy was tight and drenched from cho’s previous work. being filled with her fingers, stretching you out and exploring you, you were subject once again to nothing but incoherent moans because of your stimulation. “what a tight little cunt,” cho cooed. “clenching around me, ready to cum again.”

there wasn’t a lie in her statement, your pussy taking her fucking was too much and your legs started to shake, wrapping tight around her. “cum for me, doll.” you unraveled all at once again and it was somehow better than before, spilling onto what you used to think was the skin of an innocent girl.

mind officially blown, you managed to compose yourself enough to tell cho how incredible she was. “you’re going to need a new nickname, princess.”

“no, no,” cho beamed, placing her touch on your lips. “it’ll be a reminder that you’re just a doll for me — a doll who’s going to get me off just the way i tell her once she can breathe again.”

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[sapphicwhxre]

golden

♡ pairing: cedric diggory x fem!houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: cedric takes you on a hogsmeade date.

♡ requested: yes | no

warnings: none!

the way cedric would put his newfound relationship with you was one word; golden.

golden because it felt right to say since the very first moment you laid eyes on each other. his father always told him that a golden find was to be held on to. how fitting that it’d come back to you again and again, basking you in its beauty. the day he asked you accompany him to hogsmeade was surely one of ─ if not the ─ best decisions he’d ever made. sitting across from you, that word golden seemed to be the only one to associate with you.

“you’re angelic, you know that?” cedric chuckled amidst his nerves. the sunlight peered through window glass, its golden rays illuminating you so perfectly. a fire flushed the apples of your cheeks and you smiled softly, leaning forward on your elbows, eyelashes batting ever so slightly in the light. “ah, is that why you asked me here? you think i’m an angel, ced?” even a nickname rolled off of your tongue like honey, like the golden honey biscuits you’d eyed and almost immediately been treated to by your date. butterflies erupted in his ribcage.

“i was hoping i’d make the angel from potions class mine,” he admitted smoothly. “haven’t got a clue whether she wants to be, but i suspect she’s rather warm to the idea.” a shy grin met him and you stood. “c’mon, i wanna show you something,” you took his hand as your eyes glimmered with excitement. “lead the way, angel,” cedric laughed at your sudden tug on his grasp. he recognised the path to the shrieking shack, but you took a sudden turn and found your way behind some frosted trees.

you stopped, suddenly, and cedric opened his mouth to ask what you were doing here. his eyes landed on what you wanted him to see and his heart melted despite the cold weather at the small sight you wanted to share with him. bloomed golden flowers shimmered in the snow as if it was the middle of spring. “i think they’re enchanted,” you broke the brief silence. “maybe it’s the grounds. either way. . . don’t you think they’re beautiful?” you turned rather quickly to meet his eyes and cedric could feel himself getting lost in yours.

“almost as beautiful as you,” cedric quipped, almost certain this was some sort of a sign he was right, and you found his eyes once more. rose-tinted, classic handsomeness ─ look who was talking. without warning, you took a hand to his hufflepuff yellow scarf and pulled him into a kiss, the contact nothing if not magical. all in a moment, cedric knew. cedric knew because it was golden. this was his gold, you were his gold. the exquisite rays of an unreal start to falling in love were the thing he knew you to be all along.

you were golden.

and now, you were cedric’s.

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[sapphicwhxre]

we belong together

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x fem!houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: you and draco aren’t officially dating but draco’s jealousy wants to change that once harry starts flirting with you.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: jealousy, idiots to lovers, language

draco’s knuckles turned a bright cherry red as he clenched them. his grey blue eyes turned a shade of smokey rage. and his heart turned into a flaming ball of jealousy.

in front of draco, you were sitting with harry potter, who’d gotten quite bold after being partners with you. as far as you knew you were single ─ single with a somewhat flirtatious relationship with draco malfoy. however, he never made a move on you and the way you saw it. . . well if it was meant to be, then it would have been. so you were exploring your options. harry was nice enough and had quite the reputation. not to mention he was very interested in getting to know you better.

“you’re doing that wrong, y/n,” he chuckled and draco gagged internally. now he’s calling you by your first name? when did you get on a first name basis with potter? “oh, are you an expert now harry? last time i checked, you were barely passing this class.” draco’s teeth grinded in disgust. he was surprised no one heard. you used to tease him like that and then you’d stopped. for whatever reason you’d lost interest ─ in his mind.

“well, hermione showed me how to do this,” the boy laughed. “maybe if you helped me study sometime i’d get better?” he asked, his intent clear as day. draco watched ─ infuriated ─ to see your reaction. your hands found themselves nervously toying with your collar and your eyes almost darted to draco. he doesn'’t care, you reminded yourself. any truth of that statement however was pitched off the astronomy tower by draco's sudden movement as he jumped out of his seat. despite professor snape’s objection, he stormed right out of the class.

maybe it was because of you and harry. or you’re cursed with a hopeless devotion to draco malfoy and forever blinded by it. the latter would be too painful to bear so you turned to harry and put on a fake smile. “of course, i’ll meet you in the library tonight.” word got around quickly that you and the harry potter had a study date. no one truly knew if you had more than friendly intentions but oh, how the rumors spread like a broomstick out of control.

many were surprised ─ surely you’d have ended up with malfoy and not potter. any fool could see how you felt about each other. except the two of you, obviously. . . you waited in the dusty library and pulled out your lipgloss to reapply it. the voice in the back of your mind knew it was just so people would talk. talk about how you’d gotten all dolled up for harry. this was sick, wasn’t it? to use an innocent person to try to make someone who didn’t even talk to you anymore feel a twinge of jealousy?

“this is bloody fucked,” you said shamefully to no one in particular. “that you’re with potter and not me? i agree, darling,” draco’s unmistakable voice sounded like a melody, even when irritatingly sarcastic. “what do you care? you had your chance.” you turned and scoffed. his smirk fell and he looked at you with confusion.

“i thought you didn’t want me,” you scoffed again, but this time as if he’d told an unfunny joke. “you git! i do want you. the only reason i’m even here is because i wanted to make you. . .” you trailed off, unsure. “jealous?” a smirk started to tug on his mouth again. “yes. i wanted to make you jealous.” his gaze met yours and you’d never seen this look on his face. pure desire was the only way to put it.

he pulled you in by the waist, crashing his lips onto yours and you immediately begged for entry with your tongue. draco granted it, kissing you with indescribable emotion. you pulled back, breathless. “you have no idea how long i've wanted to do that,” he gasped. “i think i do,” you giggled. “we belong together, you idiot. don’t you forget that,” he gripped your hair, claiming you as his in front of every nosy onlooker.

“i wouldn’t dare, y/n.”

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[sapphicwhxre]

my one

♥︎ pairing: fleur delacour x fem!houseneutral!reader

♥︎ summary: you’re the only thing keeping fleur sane through the triwizard tournament.

♥︎ requested: yes | no

♥︎ warnings: death mention, pda, h*mophobia, snape’s a dick, a hickey, sex joke/virgin shaming, alcohol, swears, and underage drinking

♥︎ a/n: changes from canon for plot purposes ─ fleur didn't figure out that the second task would take loved ones + the yule ball takes place after the second task. and we must reject jkr’s sexism soo i made fleur and ginny friends :) **established friendship and mutual pining**

the betrayal fleur delacour felt walking into the second task of the triwizard tournament was immeasurable. but no one could tell that looking at the blonde belle. underneath the beauty and grace, fleur was honestly terrified of what came with being the beauxbatons champion. after all, she's just a kid. they all are.

the day you’d befriended her, simply asking if she needed help finding her room, was nothing short of a blessing to fleur. you came like an angel and did what most obvious boys and jealous girls didn’t. you gave her a friend.

you listened to her fears, you motivated her, you even helped her crack the clue saying she’d need to breathe underwater for the second task. you said with the tenderness of a lover that you'd be there, no matter what. so why, why in merlin’s name weren’t you here for her?

fleur strode up to where the other contestants were, put on her pearliest smile before gazing into the uncertainty of the water, and tried to calm her heartbeat. she prepared to mumble the bubble charm incantation, sanuspirantes, but was nudged by viktor krum. “they’ve got our loved ones,” he whispered, his accent deep yet friendly. fleur didn’t question him helping her, as she was overcome with the realisation that you must not have abandoned her. “they’re underwater.”

let the task commence.

diving into the water, charm activated, fleur swam frantically with a fierce determination to find you. there was more to the appreciation and devastation she felt when it came to you, she just knew it.

she swam and swam against the water’s deep, intimidating blue pressure because one painfully real thing had become certain in those seconds. fleur liked you as more than a friend. that was how she knew without a doubt that you’d be the one waiting for her. something sped towards fleur in the distance and she squinted, eyes then widening.

grindylows.

her heart stopped suddenly through her strokes, overcome by terror. nothing could stop her, not when you needed her. she racked her brain for a counter, something that would fight off the creature. no, no, no, please, merlin, no. “y/n!” was the last thing fleur tried to cry out when one of the dreaded things made her vision fade and she sank, deeper and deeper.

when she awoke, fleur was surrounded by clamoring people. “let her breathe!” ginny shouted over their loud whispers, handing her a towel to dry off. the crowd around her settled down a bit, giving her space to process. “you ok, fleur? d’you need anything? viktor krum’s back with hermione and so is cedric with cho chang,” she quickly caught fleur up on the events of the second task. “both got here a little after you were brought up ─ and last i heard, harry found ron too.”

gathering her thoughts, the beauxbatons champion felt nowhere near what that title implied. damp blonde hair falling on her shoulders, fleur finally took a deep breath. she remembered what happened and gasped loudly, realising the situation. almost stumbling despite her usual grace, fleur jumped to her feet and frantically turned to madame maxine.

“y/n, i─i didn’t save her!” fleur choked out, trembling with horror. “i have to go back, i can’t let her die!” the professor reached out to grab her, opening her mouth to speak, but fleur was distracted by a rise in noise again.

“look, it’s harry and ron!” neville longbottom announced, cheering enthusiastically. he cranked his head as if to get a better look and gave everyone’s applause a burst of even more ecstasy. “he’s got y/n with him too!”

fleur’s heart gave a lept of happiness and she left her towel, running towards you, ron, and harry. she dropped to her knees, helping you up onto the safety of dry land. you took her hand, accidentally splashing water on her swimsuit and accepting the desperate embrace she gave you.

fleur clutched you, watering eyes pulling back to make deep eye contact with you. “i thought i lost you,” she laughed, planting a kiss to your forehead ─ you didn’t grasp the true feelings behind her small affection or even how terrified fleur was for you.

you simply blinked through your wet eyelashes and eyed her, “fleur, dumbledore... he wouldn’t have let students die for the task.” feeling like an idiot, she mentally facepalmed, cursing herself for being so stupid. of course not, that would be ridiculous. before she could say anything about it, you broke into a grin and cupped her shaking face. “but thank you for caring about me.”

there weren’t enough words to say just how much she cared right then, so fleur did the only thing that she could think of. she enveloped your lips with hers, pressing passionately like she’d wanted to since the day she fell for you. the crowd around you started to whoop and cheer, but you couldn’t care less about your audience, finding grasp in fleur’s long, soft hair and kissing her equally as deeply.

the faint taste of vanilla chapstick and soft sweetness of her tongue lingered when you separated, breaths mingling against each other’s shaky smiles. “i do care,” fleur nodded, intertwining her fingers with yours. gentle fingertips swirling on your skin, her trembling calmed. “i care so much, y/n.”

in the next few months, you were seen everywhere with fleur. no one could separate the two of you and to your surprising indifference, rita skeeter published an article about your relationship. despite living in bliss, you’ll admit that you’d been infuriated, of course, once you found out that horrid woman had tried to make fleur’s sexuality sound like it was a bad thing, but fleur told her off so firmly that muggleborns began to call her an “icon” amongst themselves.

now sitting in the mid-winter caps of snow, you sighed into the crook of her neck, smelling fleur’s perfume clearly. the both of you had left dinner early to spend alone time together and the french girl rubbed circles on your shoulder, feeling nothing but bliss with your arms tight around her waist. “mon amour,” fleur hummed. “i have something for you.”

planting a soft kiss to fleur’s neck and sucking just enough to leave a soft purple bruise, you smiled against the skin and smiled. “yea?” you poked her side, making her throw her head down, hair flying and obscuring your line of sight. “is it a faceful of pretty-smelling hair? that’s not a typical gift.” pink-cheeked, fleur laughed softly. she locked your hands the way you liked it, bringing it up to her lips and kissing.

“i never said it was a gift,” your hand was dropped and she pulled a piece of parchment out of her pocket, reading y/n in jet black cursive and stamped with a dark red heart. she grinned and waited excitedly for you to take it and see what was in inside. “go on, open it, chérie.”

“how’s your handwriting so nice─” you mumbled, opening the letter. ink sprawled out cursive threads of words to spell, be my date to the yule ball? you stared at it, completely in awe of how adorable it was. simple yet romantic, blobs of inked creatures charmed to dance around the border of the page. “is it weird that you still give me butterflies?”

“i have ‘em too, belle,” fleur laughed contently. “do you and your british butterflies have an answer for me?” you snorted, kissing her quickly and leaving her to chase the contact. “i’ll give you an answer and a real kiss,” you started to bargain. “if... if you can catch me!”

fleur was agape for a moment, but she ran after you, entertaining the immaturity. your heart raced and the cold air hit your face, fleur’s thick, playful calls carried in the wind. you slowed down, turning to catch a glimpse of your girlfriend before thumping into something.

“ow, what the fuck was that?” you pouted, looking for the source of your collision. which you regretted instantly ─ you’d smacked right into professor snape and judging by the scowl on face, he was not happy with you. hopefully, you thought, fleur wouldn’t catch up to you until he was gone. the last thing she needed was to be reprimanded.

“that,” snape brushed off his clothes with a such a dramatic snarl that you couldn't help but take a step back. “was me, miss l/n. care to tell me what you’re doing here instead of eating dinner with your... friends?”

crossing your arms, you looked straight into snape's black eyes. “all due respect, professor,” you said steadily, successfully hiding the anxiety he was giving you. “classes are over for the day and i’m not a first year. i don’t think it’s any of your business what i was doing.”

he glared at you, face crunching like it was looking for the foulest venom to spit at you. then soft, but excitable footsteps came behind you and you turned to see fleur had caught up to you. she looked between you and snape, eyeing the showdown and wondering what the hell could have caused so much tension in the minute you were alone. “monsieur snape.” fleur greeted politely.

“miss delacour,” snape scowled in return. “i was having a chat with your little girlfriend but it appears i’ve figured out who ─ pardon, what ─ l/n was doing.” your eyes widened, spotting the small hickey you’d given fleur underneath the tree. “i suggest making better use of your time.”

if it weren’t for fleur holding your hand and calming you as soon as he left, you probably would have let out a memorable string of curse words. “professor snape is very,” fleur searched for the word, chewing on her lip slightly. “dramatic, no?”

your irritation left like the head of slytherin had and you laughed, shaking your head. “you don’t know the half of it. i’ll bet he just hasn’t gotten laid in thirty years.” fleur bit down a laugh and corrected, “no, no, in however long it’s been since his birth.” snape’s head shot back suspiciously in the distance at your sudden giggles, but neither of you gave much a damn.

the quarrel was long forgotten and the two of you made your way to dinner, hand in hand.

when the yule ball came, you thought you’d ascended to heaven. disregarding fleur’s veela blood, you wondered if it was possible for a human to be so beautiful. her hair tied back in a sleek, side parted bun absolutely shone and her ethereal black dress contrasted it perfectly while managing to accentuate her body’s perfection.

“you look angelic.” fleur blushed effortlessly at your compliment. she took your hand, intertwining the fingers like pieces made to put together, and brought it to her lips. she kissed softly, causing a hurricane of butterflies in the pit of your stomach.

“thank you,” she smiled, apples of her cheeks so, so bright. “you look gorgeous, douceur.” eyes followed you enviously and adoringly as you and fleur made your way down to the center of the ballroom, where the hogwarts champions would share a dance with their dates.

fleur knew what she was doing, leading your anxious steps. she swayed gracefully, twirling like a ballerina. you soon melted into the dance and forgot the world around you. you stared into fleur's cerulean eyes, wondering how a crush on the beauxbatons champion turned into the deepest love you'd ever felt. you were so captivated by fleur that you didn’t realise the dance had ended until applause surrounded you.

“someone has got to do something about those idiots,” you groaned, finishing a shot and seeing ginny and harry stare at each other from across the room. neville had left early when he couldn’t handle his alcohol and harry’s date, parvati patil, had found herself snogging lavender brown after harry paid no mind to her all night. “they clearly like each other, what the hell are they waiting for?”

fleur agreed hastily, shaking her head at the two. your actions were exaggerated by your tipsy states, courtesy of the fire whiskey that had been passed around that evening. “ange, i think we need to matchmake our gryffindor friends.”

with the confidence from the alcohol and the feeling of being on the clouds when you were around fleur, you walked up to harry and fleur to ginny. “harry bloody potter,” you started, words slurring together. “what the fuck are you doing?”

harry looked at you wide-eyed. “y/n, are you drunk? what are you on about?” his demeanor changed after stealing a glance at ginny and he looked at you once more. “can i have some of whatever’s got you tossed?” you nodded, grinning.

“‘course! go and get wasted with ginny, then maybe you can kiss her instead of eye-fucking her.” harry stared at you like you had three heads, but his cheeks went red with obviousness. “fred and george have fire whiskey and gigglewater, go take a shot and grow some balls!”

pleased with yourself and seeing fleur finishing up with ginny, you walked out of the ball ─ but not before beaming sloppily at the sight of harry making his way to ginny.

“we did a good job,” fleur announced at your side, eliciting a nod from you. a toothy grin met you from harry and a smirk from ginny did too, which you obliviously didn’t realise was the ingrained memory of your drunk matchmaking with fleur. “since our work here is done, would the prettiest girl at the ball like to see the stars with me?”

this is love, you thought. every swoon when she spoke, every giggle while she ran out of the ball, and every butterfly when her fingers met yours. this is love, fleur thought too. she felt the same swoon when you spoke, your tipsy giggles were heaven, and you infected her with swarms of butterflies when she took your hand.

“you’re so pretty,” you slurred in the grass, stroking fleur's hair. the feeling in your stomach was so good and so nauseating, fueled by fleur’s laughter.

“you’re prettier,” fleur chirped back. “i’ve never had someone i can feel so free with, y/n. you're my one.” she stroked your cheek, gigglewater sweet on her breath.

“my one what?” you kissed her gently, moaning softly when her tongue hit the tip of yours. it was so clear to fleur. her one reason, her one love, her one purpose. her one, of course. but due to her intoxicated state, the blonde forgot to let the words out of her mouth.

when she didn’t answer, you sighed. “i gotta tell you something fleur,” you whispered. “i can tell you, can’t i?” she kissed you on the tip of the nose, sending heat to the spot.

“you can tell me anything.”

your heart would have been thumping without the alcohol running through your system, but instead you were calm. you knew this was right, you knew you should tell her.

“i love you, fleur.”

fleur’s lips curled into a smile. the moonlight had never hit her hair or her eyes this beautifully. she thought of the day you met. then the first sleepover. the first hogsmeade trip. the day her name was pulled out of the goblet, the day of the first task, and the day of the second. that first kiss, the best taste of her life. the dates, the naps, the hand-holding.

now, the first i love you.

“i love you too, y/n.”

bursting into more giggles, fleur cupped your face and kissed you deeply. her touch became more and more impassioned and she left you gasping for air while she smiled against your lips, yule makeup wrecked. cuddling into her side, fleur held you without another word. you looked up at the night sky, stars sparkling stunningly next to the white crescent moon.

fleur knew. without you being hers, she would still be that scared, done-up girl. without her one, fleur delacour wouldn’t know how to love.

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[sapphicwhxre]

new beginnings

♡ pairing: draco malfoy x houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: draco makes amends with the golden trio for the sake of his secret girlfriend, y/n.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: implied sex but nothing detailed

“seriously draco, i’ve got to be going!”

giggling, you pushed your boyfriend away who was placing warm kisses on your skin while you changed. draco sighed discontently and looked at you with distaste. you were on your way to meet harry, ron, and hermione at hogsmeade ─ the idea of which, for obvious reasons, draco wasn’t fond of. “y/n, i don’t understand why you’re friends with a mudblood, a prat, and a blood traitor,” he mumbled. the boy stroked your waist in another attempt to get you to stay but you pressed a small kiss to his lips and answered him sweetly.

“you know i don’t like that word, harry’s a good person, and really? blood traitor?” draco groaned and kissed you once more. “have fun, i suppose. i love you,” you ruffled his hair before leaving and smiled. “i love you too,” pausing, you turned back to look at him. “you know, if you ever change your mind. . . i’d be more than happy to talk to them for you,” his eyes shot up and he scoffed. “that’ll be the day!” you left him with an eye roll and a sigh.

“well it bloody sucks to have my boyfriend and best friends hate each other. even if the former isn’t common knowledge.”

as if a flip switched, draco had a dreadful epiphany. you’d be so much happier if he got along with granger, weasley, and potter. for the first time in his life, draco decided to set aside his pride and bitterness. for you he’d do just about anything.

arriving at hogsmeade, you greeted hermione with a hug and beamed at ron and harry. “sorry i'm late! i was a bit preoccupied,” you excused. “oh don’t worry about it,” hermione assured and ron stifled a laugh, receiving a shove from harry. “something funny, ron?” you crossed your arms. “not at all, y/n,” harry’s eyes rolled and hermione elaborated. “i think we should stay out of other people's love lives,” she said pointedly, “but harry and ron seem to think you’ve been sneaking around with a boy.”

caught off guard, you almost choked on your own gasp. “that’s,” you stumbled over your words. “ridiculous! rubbish, you’re dense!” hermione’s lips pressed together excitedly and harry laughed. “so ron was right!” your friend exclaimed. “absolutely not!” heat rose to your cheeks and you looked at your feet as if it’d permeate the question at hand. “well, whoever he is, he’s very lucky,” hermione giggled. the topic was dropped for the rest of the evening ─ aside from occasional childish comments from the boys ─ and the day came to an end. it caught you by surprise when draco malfoy appeared and called out a name. it was harry’s. not yours.

“potter!” draco hurried over and stood beside you, shivering a bit due to the cold. your friends exchanged a perplexed look and you shifted with your hands in your pockets. hermione and ron both seemed quipped to retaliate if he started anything whereas harry spat defensively, “what do you want, malfoy?” he looked the trio over and then at you. you were asking him what was going on with your eyes but he shook his head and looked back at harry. “i’m,” draco gulped and shifted his gaze to ron and hermione too before finishing. “sorry.”

hermione scoffed beside you. “for what? being an intolerable arsehole?” she remarked sarcastically. what shocked all of you was when he simply responded, “yes.” assuming this was malfoy’s ridiculous idea of a joke, ron frowned and crossed his arms. “piss off, malfoy, you're not funny,” you remained silent and watched the exchange unfold. “for your information, i’m being genuine!” draco hissed.

harry questioned sternly, clearly wary of your boyfriend’s intentions, “why the change of heart?” no one else would have noticed but you saw how he swallowed nervously. “this has gone on too long. i may not like you but there are more important things than a silly feud.” he looked at you for just a second when he said ‘more important things’ and your breath hitched in your throat.

a smile grazed your lips and hermione was the first to take notice. she, however, said nothing as she didn’t think it was necessary to make the situation any more uncomfortable. “that’s. . . admirable, i suppose.” hermione sighed. ron and harry would have answered but they too noticed the look you wore, staring happily at malfoy. “oh merlin, you’re dating malfoy?” ron blurted. everyone mentally facepalmed at his blunt cluelessness. “obviously!” hermione scolded. “i swear, you have no filter, ronald!”

draco looked to you for permission and you granted it by nodding and revealing your relationship to your friends. “yes, we are dating. and i really do think you’d all get along quite well if you tried,” you clasped his hand and pulled him towards you, hoping he knew just how grateful you were for this. a genuine happiness that none of the lot had ever seen in malfoy’s eyes pushed the trio to finally agree. “here’s to new beginnings then.”

it’d be rather interesting. but you had a good feeling about it and strangely. . . so did hermione, ron, harry, and draco.

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[sapphicwhxre]

catching up

♡ pairing: hermione granger x fem!houseneutral!reader

♡ summary: after a month away from her, you catch up with hermione.

♡ requested: yes | no

♡ warnings: makeout, hickeys, fingering, f. oral

hermione was waiting anxiously in the gryffindor common room to see you, it’d been almost a month since she’d gone home to visit her parents. she felt two hands cover her eyes and smelled the lovely scent of her girlfriend.

“guess who!”

“y/n!“ she squealed happily and turned to embrace you. her hands took your face and kissed you, tilting her head to deepen it. you hopped over the couch and straddled her, pulling her head as close to you as you can. “miss me?” hermione giggled.

you responded by crashing your tongue into her mouth and gasping, “you know i did, ‘mione,” the taste of your lipstick entered her mouth, marking its dominance on her. hermione pulled away (barely) and whispered, “we should take this to the dorm room, darling ─ so you can show me just how much you missed me.”

grinning devilishly, you kept a hand on her waist and turned your body. “i think this would be more fun. colloportus.” you said loudly, pointing your wand at the door. “a locking spell?” hermione gasped, but was secretly aroused. “y/n, it’s not difficult for someone to counteract that.” you brushed your finger over her lip, warm breath shaking. “then we mustn’t take long babe.”

you suckled on her neck harshly, leaving deep purple marks, and prompted a gasp from her. she moaned softly as you trailed her chest with kisses and tugged at her skin with your lips. ripping her buttoned top off, you unclasped her pink bra and grazed a finger over her hardened nipple. hermione shuddered and found a hand in her hair, gripping you tightly. kneading one of her breasts, you reached up to kiss her again, wetting her mouth desperately.

a string of saliva stayed and you took one of her tits in your mouth, sucking sensually. “oh, y/n,” she moaned. you flicked at her other nipple and pinched softly before switching the two. it only turned you on more when she arched her back against you and her moans grew more prolonged. dropping to your knees, you hiked her skirt up and squeezed her thigh roughly. “mm,” she hummed in anticipation.

moving her panties to the side, her wetness pooled on your fingers and you smirked up at her. “you look so pretty down there,” hermione groaned. you took the juices that had covered your digits up to your mouth, sucking and cleaning her arousal off you. the sight made her buck her hips involuntarily and you stopped before continuing. it’d be her first time and you needed to know if she was ready for you to take care of her. “‘mione, is this alright?” she almost cried, “please, y/n, i need you.”

and that was all you needed to hear. you slid a finger inside of her pussy and curled, making her scream in pleasure. “oh, yes, sweetheart, fuck my cunt,“ her filthy words sounded so hot coming off her sweet little mouth. “like this?” you smiled and inserted another finger, pumping in and out of her, her legs starting to wrap around your neck in an effort to increase her pleasure. “yes, yes! bloody hell, yes!” she cursed beautifully.

your teeth grazed her clit lightly and she bucked into you once more, forcing your fingers deeper inside her. she moaned louder ─ pornographically ─ and you started to suck at her clit whilst fucking her. a kiss was left on her core and you dipped your tongue in her folds slowly, lapping her wetness up and sucking at her lips. your third finger entered her and hit her deeper, sending her to her very edge. “y/n, ‘m so close!” she whined and you pumped even faster.

“you wanna come on my fingers or on my tongue ‘mione?” you asked, applying pressure on her pussy’s clit with your thumb. “o─on your fingers, i wanna see you taste me again,” he responded, legs trembling violently and she became undone. her walls broke loose and your hand pooled with her cum, flooding you with happiness. hermione’s eyes screwed shut and she moaned while she orgasmed on your digits.

breathing heavily, she let you slide your fingers out of her and sucked her cum off of them one by one, not looking away from her eyes. you made a show out of it, praising her. “merlin, it tastes so good. all this for me, fuck,” once you were done, your tongue tread lightly on her dripping cunt to clean her up a bit and you pulled her skirt back down to cover what you’d done to her. you kissed her softly, letting her taste herself on you.

ready to make a cheeky comment, you opened your mouth but were interrupted by the sound of ron’s voice. “alohomora,” he said and the doors to the common room burst open, just in time as you’d finished buttoning her shift back up. “hey hermione, you’re back! what are you two up two?” the boy smiled and inquired.

“oh, just catching up.” hermione giggled. checking the time, you hopped up and excused yourself. “i ought to be going, i’ve got a study session with luna. but let’s catch up some more later?” hermione understood exactly what you meant and grinned before pecking you on the lips goodbye.

“of course, my love. i’ll see you then.”

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