#lucius malfoy/female harry potter

[ellorypurebloodculture]

FSFF is back!!! I'm glad you're feeling settled enough to do some of these 🥰 I've been rereading your fics on ao3 again coz I've missed your writing! Can I ask for a Lucius Malfoy/female Harry Potter please? Thank you xxx

It's nice to have the time and inclination to do at least a little writing. ❤️❤️❤️

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"Bond with me."

Heiress Harriet Potter stares intently at Lord Lucius Malfoy, inevitably suspicious of his demand, for it certainly isn't a question, given that he's infamous for having ended his engagement with Lady Narcissa Black less than a week before their much-anticipated bonding was due to take place before Harriet was even born.

"You've a lot of nerve to say such a thing to me without so much as offering a courting gift, Lord Malfoy," Harriet replies.

His gray eyes are a conflagration of too many emotions to parse as he rolls up his left sleeve and reveals something so rare as to be almost mythical in a world where myths are real--a soul-mark, her name written in glittering gold on his skin by a divine hand--and repeats his demand, "Bond with me."

Harriet gently traces her fingers across the soul-mark, awed beyond measure, and replies, "As you wish."

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Pansy: Okay, one more time. You said you asked everyone if they wanted pizza.

Y/n: Yes.

Pansy: And they said no?

Y/n: Also, yes.

Pansy: And then Blaise came down and took a slice of it, to which you-

Y/n: Took my fucking pizza back from that asshole and told him to make his own damn dinner.

Pansy: But when Draco asked for some-

Y/n: (throws her hands in the air)

Y/n: What did you expect me to do, let him fucking STARVE?!

[lqveharrington]

The Alchemy | D.M.

summary: Although Draco promised that he would keep your relationship a secret just for you, he can’t contain himself after winning the Hogwarts quidditch cup.

pairing: draco malfoy x hufflepuff!reader

includes: FLUFF, established relationship (and a last name of Evergreen for the reader)

a/n: inspired by the olympics recently ❤️

When Draco asked you out in fourth year, you thought it was a joke. Sure, you were both acquainted due to your pure wizardry bloodline, but you were in Hufflepuff. The only time the other houses thought you were useful was when they wanted to sneak into the kitchen. So when he came up and sat down beside you when you were studying potions, you were disheartened.

“Malfoy, please don’t do this.” You sigh, rubbing your forehead. You were just starting to understand what ingredients made a truth serum.

“Do what? I’m asking you if you want to go to Hogsmeade together this weekend.” He spun the Malfoy signet ring adorning his hand.

You look up at him with tired eyes, “Did someone put you up to this?”

“What? No no, I—“ He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks warm at how you were able to fluster him with even a small glance. “I’m really asking you to go on a date with me.”

You search his face for any indication of a lie, before biting your lip softly and looking down at your parchment. “Are you really?”

“I am.” Draco dropped his hand onto yours to stop your fidgeting with the quill.

You felt your own face heat up at the notion. He thumbed your palm softly as you stayed quiet, not minding his closeness. Finally, you looked up at him, “You have yourself a date, Malfoy.” He sent you a soft smile but before he could say anything else, you interrupted. “Please don’t let me down.”

Draco never let you down. Despite your earlier doubts, you saw how kind and thoughtful the Malfoy heir was underneath his hardened shell his father had built around him. In private, he was always attentive, loving, clingy — there wasn’t a moment where he was separated from you. In public, he had to rein in those feelings just for you.

Even when you started your seventh year at Hogwarts, you were still terrified what others at school would say about a Hufflepuff dating the Slytherin Prince. Sure, his parents and your parents knew, but not the entirety of Hogwarts. You had asked Draco to keep your relationship private until you were ready to face the reality of your relationship to the rest of the world. He begrudgingly agreed, respecting your wishes; but the need to kiss you in front of the entire student body to rightly claim that you were his was wavering.

Especially when it had been three years since you first started dating. And right now, you were currently hiding below the stands together as you greeted him with good luck kisses for his final quidditch match as a student in Hogwarts.

“I.” Kiss. “Love.” Kiss. “You.” Kiss. You say softly as he holds you close by your hips — smiling into all your kisses. “Good.” Kiss. “Luck.” Kiss.

“You’re killing me here, love.” Draco murmurs against your lips. He pulls away gently to look at your ever so loving gaze. He draws small hearts on you hip, “You done?”

“Never.” You kiss him again, hands cupping his jaw. “I want you to be stuck with me forever.”

He hums into the kiss as you thumb his cheeks softly, “I will after I win this game, my love.”

You separate again, grinning like a lovesick puppy. “Good luck, Dray. I’ll see you later.” You press one last kiss to his lips before leaving his arms and running up the Hufflepuff stands to cheer. You couldn’t deny that even after all these years he still made you giddy and red.

Draco shook his head with a soft smile only you could coax out of him. He walked out from the stands and hopped on his broom, ready in the air for his final match as Slytherin’s seeker. Cheers filled the stadium as the players took their place, captains shaking hands.

The final match for Slytherin and Gryffindor was probably the most anticipated all year round. Since it was also Harry Potter’s last game as seeker, and the two seekers were known as rivals, it was hyped up to be one of the best end matches of the season.

As the game progressed, Slytherin and Gryffindor were constantly tied. It was really up to the seekers to find the golden snitch to determine the winner. There were bets taking place in the house stands, mind fixated on earning a few galleons for the last time. For the Hufflepuff stands, they were a house divided. Many cheered for scarlet and gold while the other half cheered for green and silver.

You didn’t mind the division between your house. After all, you only watched the games for Draco. Your friends were cheering for the Gryffindors whilst you carried the small Slytherin flag in your hands — eyes trained on the blonde high above the game itself. The second you blinked from the blazing sun, Draco was soaring after the golden snitch, Harry close behind and eventually flying right next to him.

The shouts from the stands only fueled the seekers’ attention to the flying gold. Draco and Harry were chasing in circles after the snitch, attention focused on nothing else even as the bludger zoomed past them.

You held your breath as they both reach out for the snitch. Your friend held your shoulder in anticipation, watching the two closely. Before you could register what happened, she gasped and shook your shoulders in frustration.

“I lost ten galleons to that!” She sighed heavily as Draco flashed the golden snitch in the air.

The rush of the win made you scream happily with the other Hufflepuffs and houses cheering for the Slytherin team. You wear clapping your hands as the team began flying around in victory. You watched as Draco flew around the stands more as the rest of the Slytherin team settled on the grounds. His eyes scanned the stadium until they lit up when they saw you at the very front of the Hufflepuff stands — waving your Slytherin flag with pride.

“Seems like Malfoy is off showing the last snitch he’ll catch for the Slytherin quidditch team! But we all want to know where the trophy is!” The third year announcer spoke, voice casted across the stadium.

You smiled at Draco softly when you finally met his eyes. And before you knew it, he flew right over to you and cupped your face, kissing you senselessly. You grinned into the kiss as you held his cheeks, the shouts and screams from your housemates blending in your ears.

“Aw, quite a beautiful way to celebrate the win. Don’t you think so, McGonagall? Honestly, I wasn’t expecting Malfoy and Evergreen— Ow, sorry.” The third year announcer spoke once more, rubbing the spot the professor lightly hit them with a newspaper.

You part from Draco with a blinding smile, “I think I agree, this is a beautiful way to celebrate.” You say quietly only for him to hear, pressing quick kisses to his lips.

“I’m proud of you, love.” Draco nudges your nose with his to gently stop your kisses for a second — even though he did want more.

“Me? You just won the quidditch cup for your house!” You laugh while wrapping your arms behind his neck, careful in trying not to pull him off his broom.

He rubbed the apples of your cheeks, “You just let me kiss you in front of the entire student body… I think that’s more important.” He pulled you in for another mind searing kiss, making you smile helplessly.

“AGAIN?” The third year announcer shouted into the microphone once more. “Is there—“

“Alright, we’re done announcing, boys and girls.” Professor McGonagall spoke and shut the speakers off; although she was quite happy for the couple.

You giggled as he pulled you into a hug. “I love you.”

Draco pressed kisses to your cheek repeatedly, “I love you more.”

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[beegomess]

They are your brother's best friend || Slytherin boys

Summary: In which they are faced with a somewhat compromising situation. The issue between maintaining the friendship with your brother full and the continuous attraction to you was starting to appear stronger now. Warnings: maybe a little provocative, nothing else.

Requests are open!

Blaise Zabini

Blaise has always been firm in keeping the unwritten rules between friends, especially when it came to you — your best friend's sister. For him, you have always been untouchable, a constant and familiar presence, but nothing more than that. Or, at least, that's what he liked to believe.

In recent months, however, Blaise has noticed a change. It was nothing obvious, nothing that could be noticed by others, but he knew that something in his perception of you was different. At first, he dismissed these thoughts, attributing them to boredom or lack of other distractions. But after that summer, things started to get out of hand.

Every time you entered the Main Hall, your heart accelerated slightly. Every time you smiled, he found himself trying to repress a smile too. He tried to ignore this, convincing himself that it was just a passing phase. But the truth is that it was increasingly difficult to take your eyes off you.

Theo, always observant, didn't take long to realize. He was next to Blaise during dinner at the Great Hall, when you passed by them, happily talking to another colleague. Blaise followed his movements with his gaze, almost without realizing it.

- Dude, you're playing with fire. - Theo commented with a tone that mixed provocation and warning.

Blaise looked away from you quickly, frowning.

- What are you talking about? - he replied, trying to sound indifferent, but the irritation in his voice was evident.

Theo laughed quietly, taking advantage of the situation.

- It's no use pretending you're not looking. If I realized, imagine what Draco would do if he knew you were drooling over his little sister.

Blaise felt a squeeze in his stomach and threw a fulminating look at Theo, who only intensified the mocking smile.

- Shut up, Nott. You don't know what you're talking about. - Blaise replied, the voice rougher than usual.

Theo raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, but the mischievous glow in his eyes made it clear that he was far from stopping.

- Relax, Blaise. I won't tell Draco... - He pauses. - yet.

- There's nothing for him to know because there's nothing going on, you hear? - Blaise countered, more to reaffirm this to himself than to Theo.

- Oh, of course, as if you could disguise it so well - Theo provoked, giggling.

Blaise squeezed his lips, holding his anger. Theo was right about one thing: if Draco was suspicious, things could get ugly. But he was not willing to admit anything, not even to himself, much less to Theo.

Draco Malfoy

Draco Malfoy has always valued control. In his life, everything had place, everything was in its proper course. But when it came to you, Blaise's sister, this control seemed to fade like sand between your fingers.

Since you were younger, Draco knew that there was a barrier between you that he could not cross. You were the sister of your best friend, a constant and close presence, but always out of reach. However, over time, he realized that he couldn't help but observe you. There was something about you—in your way of speaking, in your laughter—that attracted you in a way he couldn't ignore.

In recent months, Draco's desire has intensified, becoming a constant distraction. He found himself looking for you in the Great Hall, his gaze often capturing yours in furtive moments. What annoyed him the most was that he knew he couldn't give in to this feeling, but, at the same time, he didn't seem to be able to control himself.

That night, in the Slytherin Communal Hall, you were sitting with Pansy and some other friends, laughing and talking about the events of the day. Draco was on the other side of the room, with an open book in his hands, but his eyes were more interested in you than in the printed words. Blaise, who was always around, got up to talk to another friend, leaving Draco free to observe you without being noticed.

Pansy, always attentive and shrewd, soon noticed Draco's look and couldn't help but smile at herself. However, contrary to what he feared, she didn't say anything at that moment. Instead, she kept talking to you, as if nothing had happened.

Later, when everyone started getting ready for sleep, Pansy took the opportunity to talk to you. As you went up the stairs towards the dormitories, she threw a fun look at you.

- Did you notice that Draco didn't take his eyes off you tonight? - she commented, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

You frowned, surprised.

- Really? No, I didn't notice - she replied, a little disconcerted.

Pansy shook her head, as if she thought it was funny in her innocence.

- Yeah, he was practically devouring you with his eyes. When Blaise left, then, it seemed that he could finally look without fear of being caught. It's almost cute, in a strange way - she provoked, laughing.

You laughed along with her, finding the idea completely absurd.

- Draco? Interested in me? He is the last one I would imagine - you said, still laughing, but with a small seed of curiosity planted in his mind. - He certainly sees me as a Pans sister. Don't make things up.

Pansy shrugged, smiling as you arrived at the dormitories.

- That's what we're going to see. - she joked.

And with this idea, you said goodbye to sleep, but Pansy's comment still echoed in your head, making you think of Draco's every look in a different way.

Lorenzo Berkshire

The party was at its peak, and Lorenzo Berkshire was distracted watching you from afar. The sparkle in your eyes and the way you animated the environment were impossible to ignore. He tried to stay involved in conversations and follow the party, but his thoughts were on you.

Mattheo, a close friend of Lorenzo's, noticed the prolonged looks and approached with a mischievous smile.

- You are very focused tonight. - Mattheo commented, with a light and provocative tone. - Theodore knows you're keeping an eye on her?

Lorenzo turned his head to Mattheo, forcing a smile.

- No, no, no. It's nothing like that. I'm just admiring the party.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, visibly skeptical.

- I know a look of interest when I see one, and yours is certainly one of those. - Lorenzo felt a tightness in his chest when he heard Mattheo's words. He tried to focus on something else, forcing a nervous laugh.

- Don't worry, Mattheo. It's just your impression.

Mattheo shrugged, but the playful look still remained on his face.

- Of course... - Riddle pretends to understand.

While Mattheo walked away, Lorenzo tried to ignore the weight of the words and the feelings that were growing inside him. He turned his attention to the party, trying to be distracted by the music and the conversations around, but the mind kept coming back to you.

The night passed in the midst of laughter and conversations, but Lorenzo could not get rid of the feeling of restlessness. The confidence Theodore had in him, believing that he saw you as a sister, made the situation even more complicated. Lorenzo knew he needed to deal with his feelings with caution, but the challenge of maintaining the balance between his emotions and friendship was increasingly difficult.

While the party continued, Lorenzo wondered how much longer he would be able to hide his true feelings without affecting the relationships he valued so much. The night was far from over, and he knew that the situation would require more than a simple distraction to be resolved.

Mattheo Riddle

The party in the Slytherin Communal Room was in full swing. The soft light of the afternoon filtered through the windows, casting a cozy glow on the leather sofas and armchairs. The air was full of laughter, snacks and a touch of smoke. The theme of the night was quidditch, and the discussion was boiling.

Mattheo Riddle was in a corner of the room, trying to focus on a conversation with some colleagues. But in fact, your eyes didn't stop deviating to where you were. You, with that radiant smile and the typical energy of the parties, were surrounded by friends, discussing a recent quidball game. Theodore, your brother, was next to you, laughing and passing you a cigarette.

Mattheo watched the two with a mixture of frustration and fascination. Every gesture of his, every laugh, seemed to increase the internal turmoil he was trying to hide. The attraction he felt was not only emotional; it was something much more palpable and difficult to control.

While the conversation was going on, Mattheo got up, claiming that he was going to get a drink, but in fact, his steps took him to the group where you were. He tried to join the conversation as naturally as possible, but his forced smile and the gaze fixed on you made it clear that he was struggling with his own feelings.

You noticed your arrival and smiled.

- Matt! Come here, Theo was saying that Wood cheated in the last game. - Mattheo approached, trying to get involved in the conversation.

- Typical Gryffinories.

Theo, relaxed and with a cigarette between his fingers, took a quick look at Mattheo. He didn't seem to be very worried, thinking it was just the typical enthusiasm of the party.

While the conversation was going on, Mattheo did his best not to let his feelings shine through. I tried to have fun, laugh at the right times, but I couldn't help how your eyes fixed on you. Every move of yours, every laugh, was messing with him in a way that he preferred not to think too much.

When the party was at its peak, Mattheo realized that Theodore moved away a little to talk to other friends. Taking advantage of the opportunity, Mattheo got closer to you, trying to look casual.

You were distracted in a conversation, but you noticed when Mattheo approached. His gaze met his for a moment, and the smile you gave seemed light and welcoming, but to Mattheo, it was loaded with a tension that he was trying to hide.

- Having fun? - he asked, forcing a smile. You smiled back, with a mischievous glow in your eyes.

- Yes, and you? Are you enjoying the party?

- Always. - Mattheo replied with a cheeky smile that made you smile in response.

As the conversation continued, Mattheo struggled to control his emotions. The proximity to you and the festive atmosphere only increased the intensity of what he felt. He knew that, despite his feelings, he needed to respect Theodore and the limits that were set.

When Theodore returned to the group, Mattheo walked away, trying to distract himself with other colleagues and regain his composure. The unrequited desire, the desire to be closer to you, remained a well-kept secret, a flame hidden under the surface of friendship.

Theodore Nott

The afternoon flowed serenely in the Hogwarts library. Theodore Nott, with his gaze fixed on a volume of Potions, used the book as a shield to watch you from afar. Every time you moved, Theodore's attention deviated, despite his efforts to focus on the words.

You were a few meters away, absorbed in your own studies, and Theodore found himself struggling to maintain his composure. The library, usually a place of tranquility, seemed smaller and more charged with the implicit tension of its presence.

The relative peace was suddenly broken when Lorenzo Berkshire entered the library, his gaze firm and determined. He approached Theodore's table with a decided step. Theodore, visibly surprised, almost let the book slip out of his hands.

- Theo, do you have a minute? - asked Lorenzo, with a voice that did not admit refusal.

Theodore raised his head quickly, trying to hide the momentary panic.

- Of course, what do you need?

- I need that reference you mentioned in the Potions class. That book of rare ingredients. - Lorenzo took a significant look at Theodore, who already seemed nervous. - Do you remember where it is?

Theodore made an effort to keep calm, adjusting the books on the table with an almost clumsy speed. - Oh, yes, I... I think it's on the shelf in the background, near the old parchment.

While Lorenzo was talking to Theodore, his eyes noticed that you were a few meters away, watching the scene with a slight curiosity. Lorenzo, noticing his presence, paused and looked in his direction.

- Oh, are you here? - Lorenzo asked, with an expression that mixed curiosity and suspicion.

You raised your eyes, a little surprised by the interruption. Your answer came out a little without patience when you saw that it was your brother who interrupted you.

- Yes, Lorenzo. Just studying for the next test.

Lorenzo made a quick nod, but his gaze remained on Theodore for a longer moment than usual. Theodore forced a nervous smile, his expression trying to reflect normality as he struggled to stay focused on the book.

- Yeah, so... as I was saying - said Lorenzo, turning to Theodore with a slightly more direct tone - Can you help me find that book?

- Yes, of course. - Theodore replied, his voice a little tense. - Let's take a look.

Lorenzo took one last look at you before walking away with Theodore. The slight tension in the air seemed to have affected the dynamics between the two, and their presence had somehow become a piece in a more complex game. Lorenzo's presence and the look he had thrown at you had left a mark on the environment, and Theodore wondered how to maintain the balance between what he wanted and what was expected of him.

With Lorenzo and Theodore out of sight, the library returned to its silent routine, but the episode left a slight sense of discomfort for the two friends.

Tom Riddle

Tom Riddle had always known what he wanted and, most importantly, what he needed to achieve his goals. Since his first years at Hogwarts, the young wizard has demonstrated an unusual talent for manipulating the will of others, dominating colleagues and teachers with his charm and sharp intelligence. However, a sense of restlessness began to haunt him, something he had never experienced before.

This feeling first appeared during a meeting at the library. Tom was looking for a rare book about the magic of darkness when he saw it - you, distracted by your readings. There was something in his presence that challenged his usual composure.

You were the sister of Jonathan Blackwood, one of Tom's closest friends. Jonathan was a talented and respected wizard, whose family belonged to the elite of pure bloods and the witch high society. The wealth and influence of the Blackwoods were remarkable, and Tom knew the status of his family well, but always saw it with a mixture of interest and distancing. Jonathan and Tom met at Hogwarts through common interests in advanced magic, and Jonathan became a key piece in Tom's ambitions.

What began as an unpretentious curiosity about a friend's sister quickly turned into something deeper. Tom was intrigued by his presence, a combination of beauty and intelligence that seemed to contrast with the coldness and ambition he valued. The fact that you were also part of the witch elite only intensified the complexity of your feelings, creating a tension between the desire to get closer to you and the fear of complicating your friendship with Jonathan.

As the days went by, Tom noticed that his interactions with you became more frequent and less planned. He found himself thinking about you more than he would like to admit, in every stealthy look and every shy smile you offered him. His mind seemed to wander into his conversations, as if his presence were a constant shadow, interrupting his thoughts.

The feelings that Tom began to experience were something he couldn't control. At a time when everything around you was precisely planned, the confusion about you looked like a black hole in your ordered world. Your desire to keep your distance and preserve your image of coldness began to disintegrate whenever you were around. The desire to get closer to you and understand the complexity of your feelings was something he was not prepared to deal with.

Tom tried to use his usual manipulation to understand and control this new disturbing feeling. He tried to examine his own thoughts and rationalize why you seemed to have this powerful effect on him. But the more he tried, the clearer it became that his control was failing.

This platonic feeling grew, challenging his ability to manipulate and control not only others, but himself. Tom found himself faced with a paradox: how could someone so skilled in dominating others not cope with something as subtle as his own emotion? It was an internal struggle between the desire to get closer to you and the need to maintain absolute control over your life.

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[myers-meadow]

Lucius Malfoy x fem! reader: That which isn't taught in books

Title: That which isn't taught in books

Pairing: Lucius Malfoy x female librarian reader

Summary: Draco complains about you, the Hogwarts librarian, to his father. This results in the beautiful Lucius Malfoy paying you an unexpected visit. He is rather taken with you, and he shows you things you can't simply learn from books: your place.

Warnings: smut, blowjob, cum, spit, vaginal fingering, degradation, rough kissing, use of 'slut', praise, gloves, Lucius is Lucius and a that's a warning on it's own, consent isn't discussed but reader is into it, manhandling, (suspected) cheating, hair pulling (assumed reader has hair that can be pulled).

Wordcount: 3699

Dividers by by animated-glitter-graphics-n-more and delishlydelightfuldividers.

“Miss __, you must to lend me this book. I need it for class.” Draco Malfoy ordered, pointing to the book on top of the stack on your right.  Third years aren’t typically allowed to borrow advanced books on dark magic, so it wasn’t on the shelves for him to take with a reason.

“No,” you simply replied, removing book from the stack and sending it to the topmost shelf with a wave of your wand. “That’s a restricted book and you need a permission slip from the headmaster before borrowing it.”

Draco scoffed. “I know you let Granger use the library outside the allowed hours.”

How could the damned kid know about that? What a menace.

“The book is still restricted.”

“Do you know who my family is?” Draco said, tapping the desk impatiently.

“Yes, I know your parents quite well. We are old friends, in fact,” you said, which was a lie. The Malfoys are well-known, and you’ve run into them before. Unpleasant was the best word for it, and you were glad the moment you didn’t have to deal with them anymore. Narcissa was alright, perfectly poised and therefore polite – but still raised rich and pureblood. Lucius, on the other hand, gave you nightmares that night. Even worse that you woke up wet between your thighs.

Draco scoffed, sending you a nasty look. “We will see about that, miss __.”

You sighed as he turned around and marched away.

It was later that week that the Hogwarts library had a surprise visit from a tall, white-haired man that reminded you so very much of the pest that was Draco Malfoy.

“So this is where the students are expected to borrow their books from,” said the cold voice, heavy with poorly veiled contempt. “Hogwarts seems to spend their funds… otherwise.”

“Good evening, sir,” you started, tone flat. “Have you come here to take a look around? I assure you our collection is larger than it seems here at the front desk.”

He raised an eyebrow, only now looking at you. “Miss __,” and even that alone sounds like he chastised you, “I’ve come here because of what my son told me of your behaviour. You pick on him and single him out, while the rest of the students are allowed to break school rules at will.”

Your shoulders tensed. So he was really here because of that small ordeal. And above all, it pissed you off that he didn’t even feel the need to introduce himself properly. Of course you knew who he was, but that he expected you to still remember him was infuriating.

“I see. Then you should be pleased to know that I don’t allow any student to break the rules, which includes your son. I do not play favourites.”

An amused smile played at the corner of his lip. “Is that so?”

“Yes, sir.” Your tone remained flat. Despite that, it was difficult not to let your eyes wander. Gods, did he dress up this fancy just to give you a stern talking to? He was delicious. With the snake tie pin mirroring the glittering of his cold gaze, the full three piece suit that wouldn’t look out of place at a funeral, and the leather gloves he wore even though he had to cross half the castle to get here.

You continued, taking a deep breath to steel yourself – he noticed, his gaze flickering to your chest. “You may be under the impression, Mr. Malfoy, that professors of this school are easily pressured by empty threats, to give your son a leniency that I refuse to show him. This visit won’t change that, so I’d suggest you save yourself the time.”

He raised an eyebrow, looking down at you past his nose. You were glad for the library desk separating the two of you, or you’d back away from him like a scared animal.

“I do not appreciate your tone,” he said, each word perfectly measured, low and menacing. Your adrenaline spiked, and your knees trembled. He leaned forward, and you fought the urge to take a step back. Even just that thought, of backing of, of yielding to him, he must’ve seen it cross your face, and smirked in response, clearly enjoying the hold he had on you.

A group of Hufflepuffs entered the library, giggling to themselves, until they saw the standoff you were in. “Let’s just come again later,” one suggested, and they left quickly, whispering to each other. You nodded at them, and moved your gaze back to the imposing man in front of you. From this close, you could smell the perfume he wore. Something warm like sandalwood mixed with citrus. Fuck, he was insanely attractive. Touching him would feel like the most luxurious velvet.

“I suggest,” he leaned in even closer over the desk, you felt the warmth of his breath fan your face, “that from now on, you make sure you assist in Draco’s education and let him borrow whatever books he wants.”

“If he has the right permission slip from the headmaster, Draco can borrow any book he likes. Without it, he can’t.” You could barely focus on his words with how close he was. “If you knew the book in question, you’d agree with my approach and be glad that I didn’t have a conversation about Draco’s interest of late.”

“And what book may that be, miss?”

“Forbidden hexes and curses. And he’s practiced some too, already. One may think he’s… a bit too interested in the Dark Arts.” You clacked your tongue and pushed yourself off of the desk, trying to clear your head. “It wasn’t a beginner’s book either.”

Lucius quirked an eyebrow and looked you up and down. “Perhaps we should discuss this matter somewhere more… private.”

His velvety voice made your insides flip in nervous anticipation, which you attempted to calm with little success. So, that approached worked. The value purebloods place on image was such an easy win, but it felt good to hear his tone soften.

“My office is there.”

He moved around the desk and went first, waiting for you to move around him and open the door for him. Once inside, he shut and locked the door, and with a quick wave of his wand, the blinds shut themselves. His small smirk as he looked at you then was nothing short of predatory.

“Draco told me so much about you,” his voice was even more hypnotising than before, and he knew the effect he had on you as you breathed in sharply. He walked around you slowly, taking you in completely. Surely this was another intimidation technique of his, so you force yourself to stand your ground.

“He has?” you echo, not seeing the point of it, but wanting to delay the threats and the fight – and that deliciously wrong feeling of anticipation was building steadily inside your lower belly.

“The librarian,” his voice was smooth as silk, “who is so attractive that it keeps the students from their studies. A Slytherin, but surprisingly, you don’t know who or what is good for you.”

It sounds like he’s insulting you again. He stood still right in front of you, a finger coming to rest on your cheek. The contempt has returned to his expression, along with something else.

“You dress… well. Draco said you looked inappropriate, but he is just a boy. He gets silly ideas too quickly.” Lucius’ voice has softened considerably. The way you looked up at him made you feel like a deer caught in the headlights, not knowing whether to fight, flight or fawn – and the result is that you did nothing.

“Your concern for my appearance is noted, sir,” you managed to say. “Is that why you really came all this way? To make sure your son’s librarian dresses appropriately?”

A small chuckle broke the silence. “I must admit, you are more alluring than he said you were. Perhaps we can solve this disagreement in a more pleasurable manner. If you can learn your place, that is.”

You stared at him. The gloved finger tapping your cheek moved to your lips, slipping between them. The smell of the leather was strong and made your head swim.

“Or should I make it clearer for you? On your knees.” His condescending tone was unlike anything you’ve heard before: alluring, yet cruel. The velvet softness of his voice contrasted with the way he looked down at you past his nose. Such a regal face…

When you didn’t immediately obey, he pushed you down by your shoulders. The floor was cold even through the fabric of your skirt. The tip of his cane tapped your cheek lightly, but it was threat enough.

You gulped. Looking up at him from this angle was a sight to see, his amused expression, the smell of him, the texture of his glove in your hair were as intimidating as they were arousing.

“What’s the matter? I’m sure a big girl like you knows what to do.” His leather clad hand tugged open his belt and ripped open the buttons without a second of hesitation. His eyes glinted darkly with lust. Only when he tugged his cock free from his underwear, did you look away from his eyes. He was gorgeous, pulsing, rigid, the head flushed with blood, with just one teardrop of precum at the slit. Doubting your actions, you reached a hand up to grip him. Warm. Thick, too.

“Are you just going to sit there? Open.”

You obeyed, instinctively, and he groaned lowly as he slid his cock in your waiting mouth. Wetting the underside of his cock with your tongue, you teased the bit of skin just under the head, making it bounce against the roof of your mouth. His breaths came sharply, slowly turning to soft sounds of pleasure. He slid in and out as you sucked him, moving your lips along his shaft. Clearly he held back in showing just how good you made him feel – and your determination grew. You teased the head with vigour, and before you could settle on a rhythm, he forced himself in deep. Gagging and trying to swallow around him, he groaned, and the sound went straight to your core. Shifting your thighs together to relieve the throbbing ache wasn’t close to enough. Lucius set a punishing pace for himself, deep and fast. In and out, and his length grew wetter and wetter with saliva and precum.

“What a pretty girl you are,” praised Lucius, in between hissed breaths and stifled groans. He held your head back by the hair then, and pulled your lips from his cock.

“You were made for this. Know just how to please your superior.”

A cruel gleam shone in his eye as he looked down on you, and he rubbed his cock over your face, coating it in your spit. His words rang true in a way that made you whimper pathetically. The humiliation burned. You broke out in a heated sweat, but the terrible empty throbbing of your cunt was enough for you to stay put. He pulls your head back on his cock, immediately pushing into your throat again.

“Just like that, sweetheart,” he groans. The satisfied sadism in his expression has you dripping. “What great things even you can accomplish if you receive the right guidance.”

His ‘guidance’ came in the form of an insistent hand fisted in your hair as he fucked your face, without any care for your comfort. Now that his length was wet and slimy, it went in easier, but it still made you gag. You tried your best to hollow your cheeks, wanting to prove to him how good you could be. A small part of you, at the back of your mind, was disgusted by your actions and more so by how easily Lucius exploited your submissive streak. Yet, when you glanced up and saw the pleasure etched into his face, that voice quieted down. He looked sinfully good from this angle, and you enjoyed it through tearful eyes as he pushed at your gag reflex once again. In, out, slower, feeling the drag of your tongue on the underside of his cock, and moaning filth behind clenched teeth. Then, having enough of your tongue, his pace increased, pushing into your deeper and without mercy.

Eventually he let out a satisfied groan, and he pulled out from your mouth, drool spilling onto your blouse, and he stroked himself to completion, groaning harshly as he came. Hot, sticky ropes of cum painted your face. You gasped at how unexpected of and end it was, face burning at how degrading it was to sit there and take it, stunned at the audacity of this man. It may be true that you craved this from the moment you first met him, but that didn’t change that it made you feel both disgusting and desired like nothing else could.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it, filthy girl?” His gloved hand twisted in your hair, angling your face so he could admire you. “You will leave this as it is. Merlin, you enjoy this, don’t you? Made such a mess of yourself. Filthy fucking slut.”

His words came through gritted teeth, and you feel the strength he’s holding back as he forced you to stand by your hair. You yelped. The cum left a nasty pulling sensation on the skin as it started to dry. You felt used, so used, and his disgust showed clearly on his face. Nevertheless, he pulled you close, forcing your head to his and he kissed you, with open mouth against your cum covered lips. Without a care that his cum smeared his face as well as yours, and the bitter aftertaste that it left in his mouth, he devoured you hungrily.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered, voice rough. You obeyed. The moan he let out as he pressed his lips to yours again was the most lewd sound you’d ever heard. Your tongues entwined, the taste of his seed mingling with saliva. It was gross, but in the best way. You made him like this, was the thought that shot through your mind, you made him gross and lose control. And you did all of that just by being you.

Teeth clashed and you winced, but he barely seemed to notice. He was so rough, so uncoordinated, yet it was the hottest thing you ever felt. Spirals and sparks of heat radiated in your belly. The hand in your hair let go, to great relief, and wrapped around your throat instead. The kiss grew fiercer still. He consumed you. All of you. His teeth tugged at your lips, nipping harshly enough for small stings of pain, but they were soothed over with the warmth of his tongue. His nose pressed against your face with how far he leant into you, how harshly he pulled your face against his.

This hunger was a world away from his earlier disgust.

When he let go, his pupils were blown wide, his cheeks flushed, passionate and heated. He wiped the cum from his nose and lips, and licked it from his gloved fingers. Your eyes fluttered just at the sight of him. And it was you who caused this, who brought out this side of him, all dishevelled, messy, stained… All for you.

“It seems you do know your place well, dear librarian. How about a reward, then? Do you think you deserve one?”

All you could do was nod.

He pushed you back until your ass hit your desk, and he lifted you up until you were seated. “Legs wide. Good girl.” He spread your thighs as he stood between them. His gloved fingers dragged over the sensitive skin of your innermost thigh. You were positively throbbing. Have you ever felt arousal this strong while completely untouched? You hated him for it.

“Please, Mr. Malfoy,” you whimpered, already growing impatient.

Tugging at the cotton of your panties, he said, not a question, but an order: “Why don’t you take those off for me.”

You stumbled to comply. Before you could say anything, he silenced you by sliding two fingers in your mouth, and you wet them without being prompted to. The leather tasted like his cum, bitter. The texture was pleasant on your tongue. He hummed, pleased, as he slid his fingers out.

“Who knew you’d be such a quick student? But then again, they do say librarians have a wide variety of knowledge.” And his finger found your clit. “How’s that?”

You whined sharply as he increased the pressure, but didn’t move his fingers, still depriving me of the friction I craved.

“Or rather here?” and he slid his fingers to your slit, dipping in, before moving back up, bringing the slick with them. “Aren’t you a wet little slut.”

His middle finger slid in to the knuckle, with embarrassing ease. You moaned softly, brow furrowing. It felt right. So right. So perfect. This is what you were made for, for such a feeling, of being filled, of being used by a man as beautiful as Lucius Malfoy. Your eyes locked and your heart skipped a beat at the intensity of his stare.

“What a sensitive young woman you are,” he said, voice soft, yet with a darkness to it. “No one’s touched you this good before. And no one will, after.”

He pulled his finger almost out, then pushed it back in, setting himself a slow and deep rhythm, curling it deep inside. Each time he hit that spot inside, your gasps and moans became a little higher, a little more desperate. You clung onto his shoulders, and he leaned so close your noses touched.

“You look quite beautiful like this… Who knew it would be this fun to put a librarian in her place?” it almost seemed he talked to himself moreso than to you. One finger became two, but his pace remained the same. Steady, in, out, in, curling, out. The drag of his gloves made it even better, and when you looked down, they were wet and creamy from how wet you were. You whimpered as he followed your line of sight, and slammed back in harder. And harder. Now that his pace was steadily increasing, so were the sensations, growing hotter quick. He tipped you over the edge and you nearly screeched – but he kept going, the orgasm prolonging itself until you reached a second high, so high it was painful - and he moaned along with you, slowing but not pulling out. When he finally stilled, both of your breaths were sharp, as though you’d just ran up five flights of stairs. He kissed you again, messily, as he pumped in and out just a few more times, enjoying the twitches of your aftershocks.

“What a good girl,” he purred, and he pulled out. The feeling of emptiness was jarring and you clenched around nothing. His fingers slipped past your lips, and you sucked them clean obediently. “What a good girl,” he repeated, with emphasis and a fond undertone. “Perhaps there’s hope for you yet.”

Even after coming down from the orgasm, the hazy feeling stayed, making your head swim as you looked at the man in front of you. He kissed you again, and it was borderline uncomfortable with the drying cum still on your face. He was softer, a wet kiss, he was savouring you.

“I dearly hope this isn’t the last I’ll see of you, my sweet librarian,” he said, and before he left, with a wave of his wand, he grabbed your panties and left with a last, lingering look over his shoulder. “Although I expect you to behave from now on.”

Before you went to sleep that night, you replayed what happened over and over again, and despite the unsatisfiable desire, there was also anger. This man has a wife! You were livid. How could he do this? Not even the degradation – but that you let yourself be treated like that by a man who has a wife!

The next day, during your lunchbreak, the largest bouquet of roses you had ever seen was delivered to the library. There must’ve been more flowers in it than in the entire flower shop in Hogsmeade. The ridiculous arrangement sat on the desk, crowding over all the books. The delivery witch had you sign for them, but refused to tell you who they were from. You shook your head, as you sank down on your chair, staring at them. You didn’t have a vase big enough.

While you were preparing and cutting the stems, you found a note. ‘L. M.’ Was all it said and it filled you with annoyance.

Lucius. Your eyes shot fire at the mention of his name. How dare he play this off in this way. What a condescending gesture, to buy you roses just to stake some sort of claim on you. To remind you of what the two of you did the day before, to keep you in line. Resolutely, you throw the note in the paper bin. Perhaps you should send him a note too, and tell him to save those roses for his wife.

Now what? This many wouldn’t even fit in any garbage bin - not without attracting a horrible amount of attention. Perfectly pristine flowers thrown away would cause enough drama, more than keeping them would. So you, sigh, and continue trimming the stems, getting your anger out with each snip. There was enough to set a few flowers in small vases, or mugs, when those ran out, on each table in the library. The anger had faded by the time it was done, and you looked out over the suddenly very colourful library. Who will water them each morning? You’d never get around to your actual job like this.

What was left of the encounter, was that nagging feeling, of being special. Special enough to have watched such a powerful man as Lucius Malfoy become undone. You smiled softly as you stacked several returned books in your arms. Perhaps this wasn’t over yet.

[anordinarymuse]

unrecognizable.

Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Summary: big fight leading to breakup :(

Warnings: angst, established relationship

Word Count: a little less than 1k perhaps

a/n : dialogue mildly based off of real life + if anyone wants to submit angst requests (possibly including dialogue or song inspo🥹🥹) pls do!! trying to get back into it

navigation.

request here.

Arms were crossed as you faced the freshly discharged from the hospital wing Draco, your cheeks hot from anger and frustration. It was the day after Katie Bell returned from St. Mungos, and the rumors were that Draco had cursed her—and you knew it was the truth.

Once you witnessed Draco’s reaction in the Great Hall and found him after his fight with Harry, you clicked two and two together. All the times he was “up late night studying” or “asking professors last minute homework questions,” he was actually working on the cursed necklace.

“This is how you are Y/N. It doesn’t matter what I say. I tell the truth, you’d be upset. I tell a white lie, you’re still upset!” Draco shouts, his voice echoing off the walls of the abandoned classroom the two of you had been fighting in for what felt like forever now.

“Fine. You’re right I’m still upset, but-” You take a small step backward, noticing he’s grabbed a ruler to fidget with. “The truth counts for something.”

Draco bites the inner of his cheek before responding coldly, “I can’t say anything because if your other friends finds out, then it’ll be my neck at the end of the Dark Lord’s wand, not theirs. Everything I’m working on it’s- it’s too important to be fucked up.”

This selfish asshole, you thought to yourself. Draco convinced himself that he wasn’t like the others, convinced you even, but he truly was no different.

“You almost killed Katie Bell. Can’t you get that in your head? You almost killed her,” the images of Katie’s still and ghostly state, from when you visited her at St. Mungos, flicker like a reel in your mind. “Is it a crime to try and save her life?!”

“See, right there. That’s why you can’t know the truth. I can’t trust you. I can’t trust you with my life because you’re busy trying to save theirs!” And there it goes, your breath hitches as Draco violently chucks the rules across the room. It flies right past your cheek, cracks against the wall, and clatters against the floor.

“You’re my girlfriend, Y/N. You’re supposed to be on my side,” Draco asserts darkly, slowly brooding toward you. With each step he takes forward, you take one back, until your back hits the wall behind you.

“Your side? And what side are you on Draco?” You challenge him angrily.

You search his gaze for the Draco you’d called your own, and he’s not there—only a stranger. Instead, Draco’s glare sends chills down your spine, and the hope that he’d come around begins to crackle and snap just like the ruler he had flung.

“Maybe…maybe it’s time we call this,” you attempt to say calmly, though your lip visibly quivers and the words leave your tongue a bitter aftertaste.

Draco furrows his brow, taken aback, “What? Don’t throw away everything we have because you’re pissed off.”

You avoid eye contact, but Draco, as a last saving grace, reaches to gently cup your cheek he says softly, “Y/N, I love you, you know this-“

“You don’t trust me, and you can’t tell me the truth,” you interrupt quietly, turning your cheek just slightly away from Draco’s palm, “This love you’re talking about, that- that can’t be enough.”

Draco takes a step back, and his facade dissipates. “Do you want to be next victim? If I tell you sensitive information Y/N, it makes you the target. Better Katie Bell than you.”

“Do you hear yourself right now? It’s mental.“

“You can’t leave me. You’re all I have-“

“No, I’m not. If I were, you wouldn’t concern yourself with the offensive actions of He Who Must Not Be Named.”

Draco goes silent, and you take it as an opportunity strike again.

“You tell me this-” you grab his forearm to reveal the Dark Mark, at your touch his body cringes, but you force yourself to ignore his discomfort, “-means nothing to you, but it does.”

Draco tears his wrist from your grasp before replying weakly, “I have no choice, Y/N.”

You study him long and hard, words collecting at your lips, but you don’t know how to express them. He doesn’t get it, he won’t ever understand.

With that in mind, you pivot toward the door. Immediately, Draco launches forward, grabbing your wrist and tugging you backward. His other hand rises to your chin, turning your face to look him directly in the eye, “Don’t. Walk away from me, and it’s really over,”

It sounded dramatic and cruel. But you knew what he meant—no more protection to keep the dark side from reaching you. One step and all the safeguards would vanish.

“It’s for the best. I know you know it too,” you say in a low whisper as a single tear slides down your cheek.

With that his grip on your wrist loosens, and your hand falls to your side. His warmth dissipating leaves chills down your spine, the clock above the chalkboard reverberates with each tick, and any last words have slipped from your mind. You tear your eyes away from Draco’s, whose expression has turned from cold to unforgiving, rather unrecognizable.

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[moonyandtoasts]

For all of my Drarry fans ❤️

Quite an unusual content for my acc I’d say since I’m not a drarry fan myself but recently I got a dm on Instagram suggesting I re-draw my old Wolfstar hands artwork into a drarry one so here is a quick sketch of them two 😌

[radykalny-feminizm]

I'm rewatching the Harry Potter movies, and I can't wrap my head around how stupid and illiterate you have to be to accuse J.K. Rowling of being a nazi.

One of the main antagonists, the Malfoys, have blonde hair and blue eyes and believe that "mudbloods" are people of dirty blood who are worth less than pure-blood wizards. Let me repeat—these are the bad guys. Did you have history classes in school? Doesn't that sound familiar?

But sure, the person who included such a clear anti-nazi message in her books must secretely be a nazi because *checks notes* she doesn't think that men can be women.

Makes total sense 🤡

[theodorenmyth]

Soft and indulgent Draco to gn!reader pls, with lots of kissing and cuddling. TY 💖💖💖

Enveloped in Love

Pairings ; Draco Malfoy x GN!reader

Summary ; In the serene sanctuary of Malfoy Manor's library, you and Draco find solace in each other's embrace. Distracted from your reading by his presence, you share tender moments filled with soft kisses and heartfelt confessions. Draco's loving words and gentle touch make you feel safe and cherished, and you reciprocate with equal affection. As the afternoon sun sets, casting a warm glow across the room, you both drift off to sleep in each other's arms, wrapped in a cocoon of love and warmth. In this perfect moment, you realize just how deeply you mean to one another and how your love will carry you through any challenges that lie ahead.

A/N ; Enjoy!

Warnings); none

Word count ; 900+

The afternoon sun filtered through the large windows of Malfoy Manor, casting a warm, golden glow across the room. You found yourself in the grand library, surrounded by towering bookshelves and the scent of aged parchment. It was a tranquil setting, perfect for losing yourself in a book or two. But today, your mind wasn't on the pages in front of you.

"Y/N, are you even reading that?" Draco's voice broke through your thoughts, a teasing lilt in his tone.

You looked up to see Draco standing by the window, his platinum blonde hair catching the sunlight, giving him an ethereal glow. He was watching you with a soft smile, his grey eyes twinkling with amusement.

"Well, I was trying to," you replied, a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "But someone's distracting me."

Draco chuckled and crossed the room to sit beside you on the plush sofa. He gently took the book from your hands and set it aside. "I can think of better ways to spend our time," he said, leaning in closer.

Your heart fluttered at his proximity, and you felt a warmth spread through your chest. Draco's hand came up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing softly against your skin. "I've missed you," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.

"I've missed you too, Dray," you replied, your voice equally soft.

Draco's eyes searched yours for a moment before he leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. It was slow and sweet, filled with unspoken affection. You melted into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pulled him closer.

When you finally pulled away, both of you were breathless, and Draco rested his forehead against yours. "Let's just stay like this for a while," he suggested, his voice gentle and soothing.

You nodded, your fingers playing with his platinum blonde hair. "I'd like that."

Draco shifted so that he was lying down, pulling you with him until you were nestled against his chest. His arms wrapped around you securely, and you sighed contentedly, feeling safe and loved in his embrace.

"You're so warm," you murmured, nuzzling into his neck.

Draco chuckled softly, his chest vibrating against you. "You're quite the cuddler, aren't you?"

You laughed lightly, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. "Only with you."

He smiled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "I like it when you're close," he admitted, his voice barely audible. "It makes me feel...complete."

You lifted your head to look at him, your heart swelling with affection. "Draco, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," you said earnestly.

His eyes softened, and he leaned up to kiss you again, this time with more intensity. You responded eagerly, your hands tangling in his hair as you deepened the kiss. His lips were soft and insistent, and you felt a shiver run down your spine.

When you finally broke apart, Draco was breathing heavily, his eyes dark with desire. "Merlin, Y/N, you have no idea what you do to me," he whispered, his voice husky.

You smiled, feeling a blush rise to your cheeks. "I think I have an idea."

Draco grinned and pulled you even closer, his lips trailing down your jawline to your neck. You tilted your head to give him better access, a soft moan escaping your lips as he nibbled and kissed your sensitive skin.

"Draco," you breathed, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

He pulled back slightly to look at you, his eyes filled with love and adoration. "I love you, Y/N," he said softly, his voice filled with emotion.

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. "I love you too, Draco," you replied, your voice trembling with emotion.

Draco's lips found yours again, and this time the kiss was slow and tender, filled with all the love and affection you both felt for each other. You lost yourself in the moment, feeling like nothing else in the world mattered as long as you were in Draco's arms.

Eventually, you both pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other as you caught your breath. Draco's hand came up to cup your cheek again, his thumb brushing away a stray tear.

"You're everything to me, Y/N," he said softly. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

You smiled, your heart swelling with love. "You don't have to worry about that, Draco. I'm not going anywhere."

Draco's eyes shone with gratitude and love as he pulled you into another kiss, his arms tightening around you as if he never wanted to let go. And in that moment, you knew that no matter what happened, you would always have each other. You were home, and you were loved.

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The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of soft kisses and whispered confessions, both of you wrapped up in each other and the warmth of your love. It was a perfect moment, one that you would treasure forever.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow across the room, you found yourself drifting off to sleep in Draco's arms. He held you close, his fingers running through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings in your ear.

"Sleep well, my love," he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You smiled, feeling completely at peace. "Goodnight, Draco," you whispered back, your voice barely audible.

Draco watched you as you fell asleep, his heart filled with love and adoration. He knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, he would always have you by his side. And that was all he needed.

With a contented sigh, Draco closed his eyes, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep, dreaming of a future filled with love and happiness by your side.

[glowinstone]

Dating Draco Malfoy

𝄞 he wakes you up with one of his infamous origami swans, a filthy note inside that makes you blush furiously.

𝄞he sits by you at breakfast, filling your plate with food you know you won’t eat. He won’t hear your protests though. He squeezes you thigh in warning. ‘You need fuel princess’.

𝄞oh yeah, he calls you princess. A nickname that began when you admonished him about his unkept appearance. (His tie was not tied and his dress shirt was not pressed enough for ‘your tasting’. You didn’t want him being reprimanded by the head of house!) He now takes any chance to mess your uniform up. Secretly loving your disheveled look and the spark in your eyes.

𝄞 When you walk in the halls, he has an arm slung protectively around your shoulder. Unbeknownst to you, glaring at everyone that dare step too close. (Fine he wants you all to himself)

𝄞 In potions you two bicker on the right way and the amount of time when brewing your potion assignment. ‘No Draco, it’s counterclockwise for twenty seconds not twenty-five’ (You know he’s right but you love seeing him go all academia on you)

𝄞 In the common room, he lays a head on your lap whilst you both read. A tradition you had before you started dating. You now run a hand through his silky hair, occasionally giving a tug. He kisses your stomach when you do.

𝄞 He takes you on the balcony of the astronomy tower because why wouldn’t he? He loves to bend you over the railing and hear your moans echo into the dark forest and ricochet across the black lake… pure bliss he thinks.

𝄞 His guilty pleasure is watching you sleep, taking in each one of your breaths like it’s his own and even his last. Without you… no he wouldn’t even imagine.

𝄞 He loves to take you to his manor, happily sipping too sweet tea with you and his mother in the garden;smiling at you so fondly as you and his mother chat away about silly things. God he just adores you.

𝄞 He makes you wear one of his sweaters whenever your cold. He won’t admit this but he’s very territorial and everyone and their mothers knows this. You kind of love it though.

Draco Draco Draco… take my last name already!!

[zvdvdlvr]

spin for me

showing draco your new bikini! (spoiler: HE LOVES IT!!) bought a few new swimsuits today and saw this gorgeous slytherin green suit i would have LOVED to wear. it didnt fit though so i didnt buy it :((

“Hi, handsome,” you greeted, wrapping your arms around Draco’s body. “Do you like?”

Draco’s Adam’s apple bobbed uncouthly as you quickly apun around to show him the new emerald-green bikini you’d bought to surprise him. You knew you looked hot- Pansy’s reaction to seeing you in such a beautiful swimsuit had proved it- but wanted to make sure Draco loved it. The beautiful green straps were tied into a tight bow on your hips, accentuating your ass nicely. The admittedly tiny top was also knotted tightly at the back. In the front, a slim silver clasp connected the material between your breasts. Normally, you wouldn’t have liked that design, but this bikini wasn’t as bad as the other cheap ones you’d gotten used to.

“Dray? What do you think?” You tilted your head, a bright smile lifting your lips. Draco’s eyebrows knotted and he pulled you close to him by your hips. The scratchy material of his suit was mildly uncomfortable and you wondered how he could wear that during the summer. “I can return it if you don’t-“

“You look bloody fuckin’ beautiful, darling,” Draco breathed. “Merlin, I can’t- I can’t believe you’re mine to have. I love you. Spin again for me, love.” He twirled his finger and you spin again, wondering how you got so lucky to love someone as good as him.

“I’m glad you like it,” you admitted, letting Draco kiss you.

He shook his head. “You could wear a trash bag and I’d still think you were the most gorgeous woman in the entire universe,” he whispered against your lips. “Now, what can I do to let you let me take this thing off?”

You laughed at his coy tone and dragged his hand to the back of your top where the bow practically begged to be undone by Draco’s fingers.

[ellorypurebloodculture]

Hi Ellory,

I hope you're doing well! I just went down a wormhole and would like to know what your fsf ask game would make of lucius malfoy/fem harry potter.

Hi Lotus!

I am doing well, thank you. My best wishes for your health and happiness.

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Harriet Potter will freely and shamelessly admit that the first time Lucius Malfoy asked her to dinner, she only accepted because she was imagining the horror that would paint itself across Draco Malfoy's face when he saw her with his father in the society pages.

Honestly, she didn't think it would go further than that; Lucius is an ex-Death Eater, an arrogant snob, and a widower with a son who's literally older than Harriet herself.

And yet ... he's indulgent, never expects her to protect him, wants many more children--which Narcissa was apparently against--and never once tells Harriet what she should become or be or do.

Then Lucius proposes--with a plain platinum band, no obnoxious stones sticking an inch into the air--in private, not making it a public spectacle where everyone will gawk at her even more than they already do (which she despises), with a simple, "Make a family with me?"

And Harriet, who realizes she's found love and her future in the last place she ever thought she would, says, "Yes."

[incorrectquotesharrypotterv]

Y/n:” I have feelings for Draco.”

Pansy:”Oh?”

Y/n:”It's anger”

Pansy:” You sleep talk about wanting to fuck him. Trust me that's not anger.”

[writesleah]

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౨ৎ i am OBSESSED with this aesthetic and her. i want to be her. nobody understands how much i love downtown!reader

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who’s life revolves around baking, books, and music

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who would rather die than live in a world without taylor swift and lana del rey

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who loves when there is an assigned playlist for a book, but never actually listens to it

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who flushes and giggles over cute romance scenes, but can read smut with a straight face

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who is obsessed with autumn

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who tucks her teddy bears in at bedtime

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who bakes taylor swift’s chai cookies every october

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who is on a personal mission to murder whoever thought the ‘big light’ would be a good idea. ambient lighting only

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who’s bedroom is the physical manifestation of a ‘man’s worst nightmare’

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who has the biggest record collection you’ll ever see. multiple pressings of pretty much every album and every genre ever

౨ৎ downtown!reader, who refuses to use spotify unless she absolutely has to, therefore, her wrapped is always terrible

all images are from pinterest

[beegomess]

Your marriage with them || Slytherin Boys

Summary: This time, the title describes it well… Warnings: None.

Requests are open!

Blaise Zabini

It was on a sunny afternoon, at one of the idyllic country estates of the Zabini family, that your wedding with Blaise came to life. The setting, though unpretentious, exuded a serene elegance. The estate was situated on a vast property, surrounded by green fields stretching as far as the eye could see. The ceremony took place outdoors, under a clear blue sky, with subtle decor that appeared natural and unpretentious, yet it was evident that every detail had been carefully chosen.

The altar was a simple structure, adorned with white and green flowers that blended perfectly with the surroundings. The chairs, arranged in elegant lines, were dressed in soft-toned linen fabrics, creating a pleasant contrast with the green field backdrop. The sound of birds singing and the gentle breeze completed the tranquil and intimate atmosphere of the event.

The guests, many of whom were close friends and family, appreciated the sophisticated simplicity of the setting. The reception featured an outdoor dinner with refined dishes served informally, allowing everyone to feel at ease. The day concluded with a sunset celebration, marked by lively conversations and laughter, in an environment where elegance met natural beauty.

Draco Malfoy

The wedding with Draco was a spectacle of grandeur and tradition, reflecting the prestige and magnitude of the families involved. The ceremony took place in a splendidly decorated church, whose interior was an imposing example of classical architecture. The environment was filled with luxury and refinement: crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft light over the meticulously crafted details.

The altar, adorned with opulent floral arrangements in shades of white and gold, seemed like an extension of the church itself, harmonizing with the columns and walls embellished with marble details and gold frames. The main aisle was filled with guests, all dressed in their finest attire, giving the event a royal air. The sound of organ music filled the space, creating a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

The reception was equally grand, held in the main hall of the Malfoy family estate, distinguished by its refined decor and luxurious details. Guests enjoyed an exquisite banquet and danced to the music of a live orchestra. Every moment of the wedding was planned to emphasize the significance of the occasion and the connection between the families, creating a celebration that will be remembered as a milestone of elegance and prestige.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Your wedding with Lorenzo Berkshire took place in a serene field, immersed in the simplicity and natural beauty that characterize the Berkshire family aesthetic. The location was carefully chosen to offer a tranquil and elegant setting, with robust trees and blooming white flowers.

The ceremony was held outdoors, with a simple yet sophisticated altar, decorated with white and green floral arrangements that complemented the natural palette of the field. The chairs, arranged in a semicircle, were dressed with linen covers and ribbons in neutral tones, blending with the surroundings. The blue sky and gentle sun created a pleasant and calm atmosphere for the celebration.

The reception followed the same refined simplicity, with an outdoor dinner served under elegantly decorated tents. The menu included light and sophisticated dishes prepared with fresh, high-quality ingredients. The overall atmosphere was one of relaxation and intimate celebration, with friends and family enjoying a natural and elegant setting where the beauty of the field complemented the discreet sophistication of the occasion.

Mattheo Riddle

The wedding with Mattheo had to be conducted quickly and practically, reflecting the urgency with which both of you wanted to seal the union. The ceremony took place in a small and cozy garden at the back of one of his family's houses. The decor, done in a hurry, was simple but had a touch of homey charm.

The space was decorated with field flowers and candles, creating an intimate and warm environment. The ceremony area was improvised with an arch of white and green flowers, giving the place a fresh look. Simple wooden chairs were arranged around the makeshift altar, where the vows were exchanged.

The few friends present shared a simple feast, with homemade food and drinks. The celebration was marked by a sense of urgency and love, with everyone present understanding the importance and intensity of the moment. The simplicity of the event reflected Mattheo's and your desire to unite quickly, and even in its simplicity, the love and dedication were clearly present.

Theodore Nott

The wedding took place at the end of a golden afternoon, in a seaside garden belonging to a majestic house on the coast. The setting was breathtaking, with the deep blue sea shimmering under the soft light of the setting sun.

The garden was adorned with natural and refined decor, with white flowers and green arrangements that enhanced the beauty of the environment. The chairs were arranged in a semicircle configuration, offering panoramic views of the sea and the sunset-lit horizon. The altar, simple yet elegant, was framed by a curtain of flowers and leaves, matching the garden’s color palette.

The ceremony was enveloped in a warm glow, as the last rays of sun reflected on the sea, creating a magical and romantic atmosphere. The reception continued outdoors, with a sophisticated dinner served under a large tree, where guests enjoyed the spectacular view and relaxed ambiance. The combination of the natural setting with elegant details created a dreamlike scene, capturing the essence of love and glamour.

Tom Riddle

The wedding with Tom was an urgent and symbolic celebration, held in the Chamber of Secrets, a location that, despite its dark and mysterious character, became the backdrop for a deeply personal and significant moment. The ceremony had to be conducted quickly due to the need to remain hidden, but Tom insisted that all the elements he wanted be present.

The Chamber was temporarily transformed with simple but effective decor. Magical torches cast a soft light on the stone walls, and a series of white candles were placed around the makeshift altar. Discreet floral arrangements, consisting of white lilies and dark flowers, were positioned at strategic points, providing an elegant contrast to the somber environment.

The few carefully selected guests were present to witness the union, marked by sincere vows and a sense of urgency. The ceremony was brief and intense, reflecting both the gravity of the situation and Tom’s deep desire to seal the union as quickly as possible. Despite the improvised decor and unusual setting, the moment was filled with significance, with Tom ensuring that every detail reflected his commitment and desire to build a future together, regardless of the circumstances.

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I loved writing this, and I hope you enjoyed it too!!

xoxo, bee🫶🏼✨

[lokilaufeysonslove]

𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞!𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝!𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝!𝐠𝐫𝐲𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐫!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

// Summary // your parents were never kind and sweet type of people, but in your sixth year things got out of hand. To put a cherry on top, a certain platinum blond haired Slytherin Prince decided to be Sherlock Holmes and found out your secrets, ones nobody is supposed to know.

// Warnings // mentions of violence, both physical and verbal violence, abusive parents, bullying, hate towards reader, ignorance, name calling (princess in a mocking way, shame, disgrace, disappointment, waste of time), reader has a backstory, suicidal thoughts, reader has an attempt of suicide, crying, talk about past.

// Author’s Note // please pay attention to warnings! I don’t write about Draco usually, but I couldn’t get idea out of my mind, so I just went with it. This is enemies to lovers. Also, I have mentioned once that reader is 16, but for the sake of this plot, since every sixth year is 16. This is a part two, please read part one first! / divider by the amazing @saradika-graphics / gif by @talesfromthecrypts

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 in progress

Few months had passed since the first day of Hogwarts. Things with your family were getting worse each day. You received letters from them on a daily basis, all of them saying how much of a disappointment and waste of time you were. You felt as if you were a piece of trash. Your mother made sure of it.

You became lonely, quite literally. You were studying during the day, and sleeping or just thinking at nights. Sometimes you would even sneak out in the Astronomy Tower late at nights, just to be alone.

Hermione, Harry and Ron became concerned, but you were shrugging them off and keeping your distance. Harry, being the Sherlock Holmes he was, became suspicious and tried everything to get you to say something, but you were mastered in hiding and keeping secrets.

Little did you know that a certain platinum blond haired boy was growing suspicious as well.

One day, you were sitting in the library, pretending to read, but all you could think of, was a letter your mother has sent you earlier that day, which was laying innocently on the table in front of you. Shame, disgrace, disappointment, waste of time. You were sick and tired of those words, you just wanted to get rid of them, but they kept wandering inside your head, never leaving.

You heard footsteps approaching you, pulling you out of your train of thoughts. You looked up to be met with Malfoy, Goyle and Zabini. Again, something was wrong with the Slytherin Prince. He was quiet, it seemed like he wasn’t the one who was leading the latter two.

Goyle walked forward and leaned on the table with his elbows. He looked at the letter and took it in his hands. He opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted by standing up and snatching the letter out of his hands harshly.

“If you’re going to tell me how much of a shame and disgrace I am, don’t waste your time. Believe me, you don’t have to. I have already been told that more than enough times.” You said without thinking and immediately regretted it. Your voice was quiet, but firm. You turned around and walked out of the library.

The three boys looked at each other with the same expression that said ‘what the hell did just happen’. Neither understood what happened. This only caused one of them to grow even more suspicious.

Christmas was approaching. Everyone was happy, happy to spend time with their families, happy to spend time with their loved ones. Everyone except you. You didn’t want to go home, no, not home, your parents’ manor. You wanted to stay at Hogwarts, but you would get into a huge trouble, and getting in trouble with your parents wasn’t very… pleasant.

You were sitting in the Great Hall, at the Gryffindor house table, when Harry approached you, a little hesitantly.

“Hey,” he started softly, “Are you sure you’re fine?”

You were fighting the urge to roll your eyes, “Yes Harry, I am fine, really. Don’t worry.” You gave him the fakest smile ever, and he bought it.

But Malfoy didn’t… he was watching from afar.

The letters your parents sent you every day and night were very shitty. That’s how you ended up in Moaning Myrtle’s lavatory, sobbing your eyeballs out. You were leaning against the sink, looking in the mirror and sobbing uncontrollably while Myrtle told you that everything would be fine.

“No Myrtle, nothing will be fine. Ever.” You said in the middle of sobs.

“Talk to your parents then.” Myrtle said in her dreamy, high-pitched voice.

You laughed bitterly at her statement, your voice coming out loud and harsh, a maniacal sound that would make a person wince. “Talk to my parents? Oh, but they are the very reason why I am sobbing the shit out of myself right now Myrtle. Do you know how they treat me? Can you even imagine the pain they put me through? Let me guess. No! You don’t! You can’t! Has your father ever beat you until you were bleeding?! Has your mother ever used Cruciatus curse on you?! And that’s because of this whole pureblood supremacy shit! Because of the house you are put in! I am tired Myrtle, tired of standing strong for 16 goddamn years! I deserve some break.” You said, rising your voice every time you would swear.

It was crystal clear that Myrtle was shocked, “Talk to your friends, or your headmaster then. That is abuse, it needs to stop.”

“I can’t! If I say a word about this, they will most definitely kill me. I don’t give two shits if I die, no. I just don’t want to be killed by them! And about friends, I do not have any. And do you know why? Because I can’t have any! I don’t want to put any of my friends in danger or be put in danger because of them!” You looked in the mirror, then lowered your head once again and started crying.

After few minutes of brutal silence and your quiet sobs, you looked up and wiped away your tears with the palms of your hands.

“You know what,” you started, looking at Myrtle, “do you know how high the Astronomy Tower is?”

Myrtle looked really confused now, “Why?”

“Oh, just wanted to go up there, gaze at the sky, but I have a terrible fear of highs, you see…”

It was a lie, of course, but Myrtle bought it. After all, parents like yours were good at rising flawless liars.

“It’s high, indeed, but I don’t think you will be scared. Platform is huge.”

You faked a sad smile and thanked her, “Thank you, I’ll see you soon.” You walked out of the bathroom. “Or not.” You mumbled to yourself, thinking nobody heard you. But someone did. This someone being very annoying Draco Lucius Malfoy.

He spied on you the whole time and to make matters even worse, he heard every single word you said. So, obviously, he followed you.

When you reached the Astronomy Tower, you headed straight towards the edge and looked out.

“Oh my god, what am I doing?!” You asked yourself out loud.

You slightly leaned forward, when two strong arms cuffed your wrists and turned you around. A soft gasp escaped from your mouth at this sudden action. However, you were shocked when you saw who did this.

Draco Fucking Malfoy

“What the hell?! Were you actually planning to jump out of there?!” He asked. But what confused you more was the anger latched on his face.

“Why do you care?” You asked in a quiet tone.

“Oh, I don’t know. Maybe because you were going to commit suicide!” his voice was firm and stern, but dripping with sarcasm at the same time.

“Yeah, but why do you care?! Not that we’re friends or anything. You have been making my life miserable since the day I stepped my foot in the Great Hall for the first time, and now you care all of a sudden?!” You hissed through gritted teeth, your voice coming out venomous, a bit louder this time. You didn’t know why, but him being angry at you for attempting to end your life, for attempting to end all this pain and leave this hell forever, made you angry too. He was one of the people who made you hate your life, made you hate yourself, and now he was suddenly scolding you for trying to end it all. You didn’t know why, but it made you boil with anger.

What made you even angrier was that he didn’t say anything, he just stood there, looking down at the cold floor of the tower, completely silent. Why do you care?! Your voice echoed in his head, sounding louder and louder every second. Why did he care? You were right. He had been making your life a living hell since the day one, he had been the one to approach you for no reason and call you the most insulting, disgusting, and horrible words ever. He had been the one to make fun of you in front of everyone and make you feel insanely insecure. After all the things he did, why did he care? Maybe it was guilt eating him out, maybe he didn’t ever realize how much you were hurting, how much you were going through, until very now. But for some reason, he felt bad, he felt defeated, and he hated every second of it.

You were tired, exhausted by stress, crying and all the emotions. You were feeling nauseous. You wanted to drop down and pass out for hours, days, weeks, months, years, decades, centuries. You didn’t care, you just wanted to disappear, vanish. You were weak, too weak, but you still stood there, watching at young man in front of you, who was staring down at his shoes like a child who broke a vase, waiting for him to look up. Under any other circumstances it would be almost cute, but not now. Not when you were about to end your life, not when the boy in front of you was a boy who played a big part in your decision.

Silence was brutal. None of you saying a word, waiting for the other to speak up. Waiting for the other to say something, anything. You stood there, glaring at him like a mother glares at her son when she grounds him.

You couldn’t take it anymore, so you broke the silence by chuckling. But it was not the funny type of chuckle. No, it was bitter, venomous, painful chuckle. Anyone would hear the pain in your voice, anyone would see the pain in your eyes, pain was the only thing that radiated from you. It always had been.

“That’s what I thought.” You said and sighed deeply, “Listen Malfoy, forget about everything, and I mean everything you heard and witnessed today. And don’t you dare say a word about this to anyone.” You said and walked past him and down the stairs, your shoulder brushing against his.

He still didn’t move. He didn’t know what to do. He knew he couldn’t tell anyone, anyway. This was the pureblood family you were talking about. Rules are different there. Finally, he shook himself out of his trance and walked down the steps, trying to be as quiet as possible, since it was already past curfew and the last thing he wanted was Filch catching him.

Slytherin common room was expectedly empty. He was positive he would fall into a deep sleep the moment his head would hit the pillow, but he couldn’t go to his dorm just yet. He was still thinking about what happened just few minutes ago. As much as he wanted to forget it, he couldn’t. Can you even imagine the pain they put me through? He could never have imagined that you were going through this much. Let me guess. No! You don’t! You can’t! Yes, he couldn’t. Has your father ever beat you until you were bleeding?! And here he thought his father was the most horrible person. Has your mother ever used Cruciatus curse on you?! He could never even think of his mother being that brutal. And that’s because of this whole pureblood supremacy shit! Because of the house you are put in! I am tired, tired of standing strong for 16 goddamn years! I deserve some break. You were right, you really did deserve some break.

He felt horrible, he felt disgusted by your parents, he felt bad for you. Oh, come on Draco! Why do you feel bad?! She probably deserves that.

His brain said all of this rubbish, but his heart seemed to disagree. It screamed loudly, louder than his brain, You pathetic little idiot! How can you say that?! No live being deserves that, not even a cockroach!

Lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize how he ended up on the emerald green couch in front of a lit fireplace. He dropped his head in his hands, elbows resting on his knees. Taking deep breaths, he began to relax a little. He looked up and stared down at fire, warm and welcoming, yet roaring and dangerous. He didn’t know how long he had been sitting there. Maybe for few minutes, maybe even hours. But he didn’t care. All he could think of right now were you.

He didn’t know why he had a sudden urge to help you, he didn’t know why he had the sudden urge to just hold you until your sobs would calm down. He had never felt this way. It confused him. He never cared about you, but for some reason, hearing your cries made his heart shatter into many pieces. If it were any other person, he would feel sorry for them, he would pity them, but this was definitely not pity. This was… he didn’t know either. But it felt strange.

Standing up, he took one last deep breath and headed towards his dorm room, where he could finally get his long awaited sleep.