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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Lost Boys

Reader X Draco

(Follow up one-shot to Beautifully Beastly)

Summary: Now that Scorpius is older and in love with his best friend, he’s terrified to tell you and Draco

A/n: So, I recently finished reading the Cursed Child, and oh my lord I love Scorpius more than my own non existent children. And I know that coming out to your parents can be scary and it might not go the way you always wanted it to, but here’s some comfort in that fear. Something to hold onto.

It was a late night and Draco was out on another case as I read in bed by lamp light. There was a knock on the door.

“Yes?” I called, seeing Scorpius’ pale face in the night light. “Everything alright sweetheart?” I sat up.

“You’re busy reading, it’s nothing, never mind,” He stammered and went to leave.

“Scorpius,” I chided, setting my book down. “It’s alright darling,” I patted the bed beside me.

His eyes didn’t leave the floor as he shuffled over to the bed and curled up beside me, hiding his face in my shoulder. Worry began to bloom in my chest. I hadn’t seen Scorpius like this in a while—the last time being when Harry had changed Albus’ school schedule and told his son to avoid mine.

I stroked his hair softly and hummed. I knew Scorpius, he would open up when he felt safe and secure. Even as a teenager, he still had the habit of curling up with me at night when he was afraid. And I was glad that some things never changed.

“Mum?” He peaked up at me after a while and I could see his father reflected in his eyes.

“Yes dear?” I smiled.

“I... I’m bi.” He rushed out, growing very red and looking down, ashamed.

I stared at him a moment, letting it sink in. A smile spread across my face as I drew him close into an embrace.

“And you are loved, and complete,” I rubbed his back softly. Tears stung my eyes as I felt his frame shake with little sobs as he clung to me. “And I will always support you and demolish anyone who doesn’t.”

The tears did slip out as Scorpius continued to cry into my arms. I tugged the blanket up around him and continued to card through his hair. When he started to babble apologizes is when I pulled him away and cupped his face, wiping away his tears.

“You are my son, Scorpius. You are such a bright young wizard with a pure heart that has love to spare. Don’t apologize for that, ever.” I pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I’m so sorry that you’ve been so scared.”

He sniffled and wiped his eyes.

“Who you are, and how you feel, has, is, and always will be valid my dear,” I smiled and stroked his cheek softly. “And I love you. All of you.”

He nodded and threw his arms around me again, hugging me close.

“I love you, mum,” He whispered softly.

“As I love you,” I smiled, and we settled down under the covers.

Curled up on my chest, Scorpius seemed to calm down and his breathing evened out. My fingers still combed through his hair as I hummed one of his favorite lullabies.

“Mum?” He breathed out; his voice still small.

“Yes darling?”

“Do... do you think dad will...” He didn’t seem to know how to finish the thought, but I had been thinking the same thing.

“I think your dad might surprise you,” I confessed. “But if you don’t feel safe, I can talk to him. Merlin knows he’s afraid of me,” I chuckled softly.

“You’d... you’d fight dad for me?” Blue eyes met mine.

“It’s not the first time I’ve done it,” A smile played at my lips.

“What do you mean?” Scorpius frowned. “You’ve fought dad over me before?”

“I suppose you were too young to remember... When you were little, and I first began to tutor you, you asked me where all of my lullabies came from. I told you they were muggle and I’d have to talk to dad about letting you know the movies or stories they came from...”

“Dad wasn’t always alright with muggle things?” Scorpius seemed shocked.

“You have to understand he grew up loathing muggles, darling. That your grandfather twisted him into...” I sighed softly and shook my head. “We fought. He didn’t want you to know muggle things... fairytales.” The memory flitted to the forefront of my mind. “I said that I wouldn’t keep secrets from you, so I resigned, but he was going out on a case for a week, so I was going to stay until he got back...”

“But you didn’t quit?” Scorpius frowned.

“No,” I smiled. “The case... your father almost died on that case, because they were using me against him. He went in alone to try and save me—it wasn’t me, don’t worry, just a bit of Polyjuice Potion... when he came back... he said he was sorry for the things he said to me... and that it was alright if I never wanted to speak to him again, but he begged me to stay because you needed me... because he needed me.” I looked at the rings on my hand: an engagement ring and a wedding band. “I was going to stay anyway, no matter what he ordered me to do because I wasn’t going to leave you... I couldn’t leave you.” Blinking out of the memory, I looked down at Scorpius, who looked mystified.

“You and dad... did that for me?” He squeaked. I nodded.

“We love you Scorpius, more than you’ll ever know.” I pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “And though I will love your father until the day I die...” A smile graced my lips. “I loved you first.”

Tears shined in Scorpius’ eyes as he dove back into my arms. The next morning, I woke to Draco pressing a kiss to my forehead. Scorpius was still fast asleep in my arms.

“Bad night?” He whispered softly, not to wake his son.

“Could say that,” I mused. “But he’s better now I think,” Another pair of blue eyes blinked open.

“Good morning,” I greeted softly, letting Scorpius sit up.

“Dad?” Scorpius rubbed his eyes, looking to Draco who was sitting beside me on the bed.

“Right here, son,” Draco encouraged with a soft smile.

Scorpius nodded and ran a hand through his hair—a nervous tick he picked up from Draco. He stood, making his way to the door without another word. I called to him before he could leave entirely.

“I love you,” I reminded him.

“Love you too, mum,”

Draco looked to me for answers and I pressed a kiss to his lips softly.

“He’ll tell you when he’s ready,” I rubbed his arm softly. “But he really is okay,”

“I don’t think I will ever understand you two,” Draco rubbed his face and nodded, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

“I don’t think you’re meant to,” I chuckled, pulling him into my arms.

“And you’re sure he’s not in danger? Harry isn’t trying to make Albus go to Ilvermorny or something is he?” Draco looked up from his lounged position on my lap, drawing a laugh from me.

“No dear, Harry has nothing to do with it,” I affirmed, fanning out Draco’s hair so that it formed a silvery halo around his head, draped onto the comforter.

“Is it about Albus then? Did something happen?” Draco pressed and I laughed, seeing right through his attempt to get to me confess.

“He will tell you when he’s ready, and until he is you will respect him.” I narrowed my eyes playfully.

It took a few days, the weekend, in fact. I could tell that Draco was carefully hiding his curiosity and frustration under a mask I knew well. But, as I tidied the library, replacing books and shifting the order of a few, and sending a few cleaning spells towards the blanket of dust, I paused at the large French windows, seeing my two boys walking along the Manor grounds.

Scorpius had his head hung and I knew exactly what conversation was taking place. I lingered at the window and watched as Draco paused a moment as he gazed at our son and smiled. The tight embrace between the two brought tears to my eyes as I looked away, letting them have their moment.

That night the three of us curled up in the grand master bedroom bed. My fingers carded through Scorpius’ hair as he finally found a peaceful slumber.

“This is familiar,” Draco noted softly. I simply nodded. “Do... do you think we messed up?” He asked softly.

I raised my eyebrows, shocked at the question and ready to go off on him, not caring if Scorpius was there or not. Draco caught my glare and quickly mended his question.

“Because he was so scared to tell us,” He rushed out and I exhaled slowly, looking down at Scorpius.

“We might have...” I confessed. “But we’re going to do everything we can to make up for it,”

“And how are we going to do that?” Draco chuckled softly.

“Well, I have a feeling that Albus might have something to do with it after all,”

I watched Draco’s eyes widen in realization as a smile spread across my face.

“Of course, it had to be a Potter,” Draco groaned, laying back on the silk pillows.

I laugh escaped my lips and Scorpius shifted in my arms, his eyes not opening as he nestled back down, mumbling incoherently.

Standing by Draco’s side, we waved as Scorpius and Albus headed out on their first date, both blushing and laughing while holding hands.

“He really is perfect for our son, isn’t he?” Draco sighed softly; a smile evident in his tone.

“He is,” I leaned against him.

“Still can’t believe he fell for a Potter,”

“You did,” I grinned, my eyes meeting his. “And just because you couldn’t shag a Potter doesn’t mean our son can’t,”

I burst out laughing at the look on Draco’s face.

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talesofesther · 4 years

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Anchor - Part 13

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Masterlist with the other parts

See part one for important notes

A/N: Oh I know you guys have been waiting quite some time for this part, and I'm sorry it took me this long. But I really didn't have much time lately and I haven't been able to focus. But anyway, it's finally here, I truly hope you like it. And I have to say that the next part might take some extra time to be posted too, but don't worry, I won't stop writing ♥. If you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know. ♥

The first rays of sun painted the sky and birds could already be heard from outside. The curtains from the open window flew with the slight breeze that was coming in. The cold air made Five snuggle just a tad closer to the comfortable warmth beside him.

About a minute passed before his sleepy brain realized what just happened. Five tensed even before opening his eyes. The boy took in the feeling of an arm holding him close, a hand clasped loosely around his own, and soft and steady breathing just beside him.

Five's eyes opened and his heart almost stopped. It took everything in him to not full-on panic right then and there. She was so close. Y/N was laying beside him, their noses just barely touching and she was holding him. Five felt the skin in his hand prickle. What happened last night? He couldn't remember, he knew he definitely didn't fall asleep like this.

The boy felt his breathing become ragged and anxious. He felt lost, scared even. He shouldn't be here. He wanted to, but shouldn't. Five closed his eyes and gulped trying to calm down, he never woke up having someone beside him. He analyzed Y/N's features for a moment, she looked so peaceful, so relaxed... So beautiful.

Five's expression softened, and he gently touched her nose with his. He would gladly wake up to this every morning if he could. He felt guilty for wishing that, but it was inevitable.

With the softest movements he could muster, Five freed himself from her grasp. His chest tightened in protest, telling him to go back to her.

Sitting up on the bed, Five looked at her. Bringing one of his hands up to brush a strand of hair away from her eyes, he lightly caressed her cheek and brought her blanket up to her shoulders to protect her from the cold. Five let out a long sigh as he buried his face in his shaky hands. Feeling a drop of wetness escape his eye.

He wanted to punch himself. For getting so attached to her, for letting his lonely heart fall for her. He tried to deny but it was impossible now. Five curled on himself, bringing his knees to his chest, he was desperate. He told himself he had no right to feel like this towards her, that it was wrong and he didn't even deserve it. And yet the feeling never left. Five's heart was already hers.

If someone told him before that he would fall in love with a girl like this, he would laugh, say it was impossible. But he didn't take into account how damaged he was, how much he needed affection. And when she gave it to him...

Five shook his head and chuckled. He didn't know what was worse. Realizing that he loved her, or the fact that she would never love him back.

Shame and guilt washed over him as Five wiped his eyes and got up from the bed. His chest hurt with every beat of his heart as he looked at Y/N's sleeping form.

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Y/N's eyes opened not too long after Five left. The girl instantly felt the empty space beside her, stretching her hand on the mattress where Five should be. She cursed herself for being so tired and not hearing him leave.

Sitting up on the bed, she stretched herself and ran a hand through her messy hair. Looking out the window to the rising sun, Y/N assumed it was still kinda early in the morning.

After she went to the bathroom and fixed herself, she made her way to Elliott's kitchen, and could already hear people talking there.

"... We only have one option. It's time to get The Umbrella Academy back together" Five's voice echoed through the kitchen as Y/N reached the room and braced herself on the threshold.

Diego and Luther were sitting at the table, Luther was eating a very large plate of scrambled eggs. Elliot was just beside Y/N and Five was braced in the counter with a coffee mug in his hand. "Morning guys" Y/N's sleepy voice greeted them.

"Hey Y/N" Diego smiled at her.

"You're.." Luther started, pointing an unsure finger at the girl's direction.

"Y/N. Klaus's friend, remember?" The girl smiled at him.

"Right" the big man smiled back and put another spoonful of eggs into his mouth. "Hey, can one of you get Allison please?"

Diego's eyes widened at his brother as he leaned a bit closer. "You two still a thing?"

As the two talked, Y/N walked to the counter to grab herself a cup of coffee as well, which was just behind Five. The girl's eyes regarded him with certain insecurity behind them. Five was tense. For all she knew, he could be mad about what happened last night.

"Morning Five" Y/N gave him a half-smile when she stopped just in front of him.

He didn't meet her eyes, his fingers holding the mug started to go white. Five stepped aside so she could reach the coffee pot. "Y/N" was all he said.

Pouring coffee into her mug, Y/N bit her lip in nervousness. Holding the mug between both her hands, she turned to face Five noticing he was wearing his uniform again. For some reason that brought a tiny smile to her lips, and she reached out a hand to touch his arm, but he took a small step away from her.

Five clenched his jaw and tried not to show any emotions on his face, even if he was feeling a million of them. "I'll get Allison" The boy put his mug down and walked past Y/N like she wasn't even there.

"Can you uh- get Vanya without squeezing her to death?" He stopped and looked at Luther.

The big man gave him a humorless laugh. "I'll try"

Five just nodded and started to walk away.

"Five, I'll go with-" Y/N started, but before she could finish, Five was gone. The girl scoffed and closed her eyes with an annoyed smile on her face.

Diego smirked at Luther upon seeing what happened, but Luther only shot him a confused glare.

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"I'm not eating that" Y/N whispered to Vanya. Them both, and Luther, were sitting beside each other on Elliott's couch. While Diego sat in an armchair as Elliott excitedly shared the story behind an ambrosia he had just made. But it looked more like some kind of gone wrong slime.

"If we have some will you shut up?" Diego said with a bored voice.

"Maybe" Elliott proceed to put some of his ambrosia in a bowl.

"How are you feeling?" Luther turned to Vanya.

"Pretty shitty to be honest"

"Where would you say you are on a scale from one to... Ending all life on this planet?" Diego stepped in, turning a knife in his hand.

"Diego, stop with the knife, she's fine" Y/N complained.

"Last time I saw her she had me suspended mid-air, sucking the life out of me with energy tentacles" he continued to play with his knife. "I think I'm allowed a little time to process"

"I would like to see an energy tentacle" Elliott said, amazed.

"You wouldn't" Y/N whispered to him.

"I don't remember what I did, but I'm sorry... If that means anything" Vanya sat up straight and said with an honest voice.

"It does" Diego's expression softened all of a sudden. "I'm just going through a lot right now"

Before anyone could say anything else. The front door from downstairs was opened and they all could hear people talking coming in.

A sweet "hello?" Could be heard as Vanya, Diego, and Elliott got up and looked down at the new arrivals.

"Oh, I know this is impossible but... Did we all get sexier?" A shiver ran through Y/N's body as she heard her friend's voice, she got up so fast she almost got dizzy and ran to the railings to look down.

Five, Allison and... Klaus stood downstairs, looking up at them. Y/N could already feel tears welling up in her eyes. "Klaus?" She said almost out of breath.

Klaus's eyes met hers and his expression softened. "Y/N" his hand came up to his mouth and he slowly walked to the stairs.

"Oh my god" the girl said as she ran down the stairs as fast as she could to meet her friend, almost falling down in the process when she slipped in one of the steps.

Y/N threw herself at Klaus and clutched to him like her life depended on it. The tears now falling free from her eyes while she held the fabric of his shirt between her shaky fingers. "I missed you so much" the girl chuckled amongst her tears.

Klaus held her body against his just as tight. One hand on her back and the other holding her head in a comforting manner, he closed his eyes and buried his head on her shoulder. "I missed you too, so goddamn much" he smiled as his own eyes filled with salty wetness.

Five watched his brother and Y/N with curious eyes. Feeling a weird sensation in his chest upon seeing them both so... Close.

All the siblings greeted each other as well and also shared some curious looks, none of them has ever seen Klaus be so sentimental with someone.

Y/N pulled away from her friend but her hands remained on his chest as a means to make sure he wouldn't disappear. "I- I love your hair" the girl said with a big smile, admiring Klaus's new look.

"I love yours too" the man said as he used his thumbs to clean what was left of Y/N's tears and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

Five's breath hitched when he saw that, he felt uncomfortable and had to look away. "Let's get down to business" he said and made his way upstairs.

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secretsandwriting · 3 years

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Ry I can feel the fear you hold for this piece/chapter coming

Not suprising bc i'm Invested and damn this author is amazing!

#asks #lunna-does-real-doodle

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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the lakes

Draco Malfoy X Reader

Request: @youareinllve: Imagine spending summer break at the Malfoy manor and you realize that this is the first time in a while that draco seems like a kid again, with no pressure from his family or Voldemort or the death eaters, just draco, your draco again, just having fun in a lake. (also see the lakes)

A/N: So I think this is the softest thing that I’ve ever written in my life and that’s saying something (especially for those of you who have been around for a while). It also has brilliant cadence, so if you can, read it aloud: it’s that much more enchanting if you can. By no means will this always be how I write, because it is more poetic than prose, but I don’t mind doing it now and against especially with a muse like folklore. Let me know what you think! Seriously, I thrive on y’all feedback/comments/reblogs.

There were few days that I could call my own. The days when no one expected me to sit this way, talk that way, act perfectly. I could be young. I could be free. I could be loved. I could be with him.

There were few days that I could call him my own. The days when no one expected him to walk this way, speak that way, act like a Malfoy. He could be young. He could be free. He could be loved. He could be with me.

There were no tight-fitting robes. There were no school uniforms. There were no hours spent on hair and makeup. There was no time wasted in reflections. There were no side eye glances to steal.

There was the lightness of cotton. It was sundresses, cuffed trousers and flowy shirts. It was wide brimmed sun hats and bare feet. It was the softness of grass and the strength of the stones and comfort of earth.

It was his smile. The way it met his eyes. The way it called me in.

Into that cold water. That crystal-clear water. The water that matched the shade of his eyes.

Meet me at the lake,

Yours, Draco

That’s all it would take. That was when I knew the day was mine. When I knew he was. It was a trip to Windermere. To the wood skirting around his large suffocating manor. It was meeting him at the lake, where our days went to live and die.

“Took you long enough,” I’d tease as he passed the first few trees, his eyes scanning the foliage for me.

“Not all of us can apparate yet,” He’d jest back, taking my hand.

The warmth of his hand in mine matched the smile on his face. The sharp points of his cheekbones and jaw meeting the soft curves of his lips and eyelashes. The grass struggling to grow in the speckled light beckoned us forward. Our shoes, coats, and griefs left under a tree where our initials were carved. Sunlight filtered in golden and green through the trees lighting him softly.

Draco would take my hand and pull me close. His hands would rest on my waist as his nose nuzzled against mine in the calm lighting. Our breaths and the rustling of leaves were the only things heard. The only things that mattered to listen to. His lips would be soft and alluring on mine—just as his smile was.

The shock of the chilled water would elicit the most irresistible laughter and shouts of joy. The squishy earth beneath my toes would have me draped over Draco’s shoulders, just to avoid the prickling feeling. My dislike of the sensation would have him laughing yet again, and perhaps he’d roll his eyes at my ridiculousness. But he’d never complain. Instead he’d hold me or draw me deeper into the water.

The lake. The deep water. As soon as we could dive beneath it, our worries were gone. There was no war looming. There were no evil overlords. No heroes. No ransoms. There was no good versus bad. There was no sides. No houses. No prejudices.

There was me.

There was Draco.

There was the hum of insects. There was the swaying of wisteria. His smile pressed against my skin.

“I love you,” He’d whisper. “More than anything,”

“Never more than I love you,” I’d reply.

The enchanted water of that lake would take us to the banks. The outcropped rocks surrounded by flowers that were free to grow. That grew despite the adversity that it faced. The blanket would be soft under my touch as we carved a little square of the wildflowers to call our own.

Draco’s eyes would watch the distance, gazing upon the peaks of the mountains. Being with Draco seemed to make everything hurt less. No matter what it was, he had a way of soothing all of my worries and strife.

“How do I love thee?” He’d quote as I lay beside him watching the blueness of the heavens above.

“Let me count the ways,” I’d muse back, propping up on my arm so that I could catch a glimpse of the grey that his eyes held.

“I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach,” The words would tumble from his lips with practiced ease, with the same grace as the breeze persuading the grass to waver.

“I love thee to the level of every day's most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.” My words would barely be heard above the babbling of the lost brook as the sun would stretch out its last efforts of warmth and guidance.

Draco would sit up then, tucking my drying hair behind my ear in a feeble attempt to tame it against the will of the wind gods that accompanied us.

“I love thee freely, as men strive for right.” An air of melancholy would haunt his words as shades began to seep back into our Eden.

“I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.” The gentle reminder would ward off the ghosts of who we were supposed to be as a smile would be mirrored on his face as it was mine. Again, we were free.

“I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.” Draco would become theatrical at these lines, feigning distress and he draped over my lap. A laugh would fall from my lips and onto the perfection of his features.

“I love thee with a love I seemed to lose with my lost saints.” My fingers would dust over his cheek, drawing down his jaw, to trace the pink of his lips.

“I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life,” His grey eyes would vow this to me. Each and every day that belonged to us he would declare these words.

“And, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.” I’d promise back.

As the sun gave into his sister for the night, there was no escaping the world that demanded us back. The world filled with grief and sorrow.

The truth was: Draco and I didn’t belong in that world. The world of heroes and villains. The world of happily ever after’s and storybook endings. We weren’t made for rumors and gossip. Our love didn’t fit in newspapers or hushed conversations.

We belonged to the poets. To the sad prose. We belonged to the orishas of that lake and the wood and the flowers and the earth. Thousands of nymphs and naiads for us to be in the comfort and care of. The fae that would welcome us and protect our love. Our love that grew deep roots and beautiful flowers with no one around to spoil it.

Those were the days that we’d set off without our beloved to the lakes.

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Draco’s Boundaries After the Mark Headcannon:

Absolutely refuses you to touch him all of a sudden sixth year

You’re hurt and a little betrayed. He didn’t have a problem with Pansy touching him

It goes on for months. He won’t let you even hold his hand let alone hug or kiss him

He just snaps at you and sulks

You thought you did something wrong so you scream at him apologies and how you know you weren’t good enough and how you know you’ll never be like Pansy and you’re sorry. You’re sorry you failed him but you’ll never be sorry for how you still love him.

His hand reflexively covers his left forearm and something clicks in your head as tears stream down both of your face

You fall to you knees in front of him, sobbing, now knowing the reason he didn’t want you to touch him

“It’s okay,” you reassure him again and again through tears. You press that you love him and that it doesn’t change anything to you repeatedly

He sinks to his knees in front of you, sobs shaking his shoulders as he doesn’t dare to meet your eyes. His hands are palms up on his knees in surrender

You gently reach out and place your hands in his. He jumps but immediately grips your hands tightly like you were his only life line

“Don’t leave me,” he begs “I had to do it. He has my family. He wanted to kill them. He wanted to kill you,”

You choke out a sob at that. You remove your hands to wipe away your tears and give him the space you know he needs

He thinks you don’t touch him because you’re disgusted with him

Again you ask him what does he need to feel safe

“Hold me,” he pleads. “Touch me. Please. Please, show me I’m still worth your touch.”

You almost tackle him, hugging him close. He clings to you and it almost hurts how tight he holds you

You quickly rip off his blazer, his tie, and unbutton his shirt. They’re all left to the floor behind him

Your hands splay across milky white skin, massaging, rubbing, holding, caressing

He’s breathing shakily and still crying but his eyes are closed and goosebumps raise on his skin

Your hands drift to his elbows as he inhales sharply. You stop. You won’t touch the mark. He’s not ready.

You take his hands and place them on your shoulders

He opens his eyes and focuses on your skin glowing in the moonlight as you strip your sweater and shirt

If he could be bare, so could you. He was just as worthy to touch you

His slender fingers trace your skin, making you shiver he thinks he’s done something wrong but Merlin he’s doing everything right

He goes back to holding your hand in the halls. He’ll slip his hands under your collar in class then he needs the reassurance

He still draws on your hands and now you draw on his never daring to go a few inches past his wrist

You chase after him and Harry into Mytle’s bathroom letting out a cry of utter despair as you watch Draco bleed out on the waterlogged ground you 100% stupefied Harry and didn’t care if he landed face first into the water or not

You plead Draco’s name, ripping his shirt open but not off you know he needs to hide the mark and pressing your hands over the deepest gash that traces down the center of his chest there’s so much blood why is there so much blood

Snape is beside you in an blink as he brushes your hands away

“Don’t touch him!” You screech, drawing your wand out against the professor

Until you see that Snape is healing Draco and the blood is returning to where it came from. There’s still blood on your hands though

“Take him to the infirmary. Now.” Snape orders, as Draco stumbles up mumbling “don’t touch me,” again and again until you’re the only one touching him

Madam Pomfrey takes a look at the both of you and ushers you inside

Draco won’t let the nurse touch him so you have to be the one to take his pulse, rub cream on his gruesome cuts, dap away sweat and dirt from his skin, and make sure his mark stays hidden

He looks like death. He looks worse than death. Tears keep falling quietly as you nurse him back to health.

His hand is always touching you in one way or another

In the quiet of darkness you spend the nights adoring his scars and skin with your lips and fingers whispering how beautiful he is how lovely he is how strong he is how loved he is

He seeks your touch when he recovers. He doesn’t want to be out of reach of you whenever he can help it. The warmth of your skin intoxicates him

It’s never the same again, an innocence is lost, but you still adore him every chance you get. Collarbone kisses are still sacred. Hugs are still sacred. Your hands and lips are still his favorite thing about you

Nightmares that haunt you both leave you tangled and clinging to another at night. He sees you dead and you see him dead it the only thing that reassured either of you is the warmth of the others skin

Absolutely no one is allowed to touch him but you. Not his father. Not his mother. Not Pansy. No one.

One afternoon he comes to you sobbing in pain, gripping his left forearm.

You quickly shed his shirt and remove his hand from the mark. It’s dark and the skin is red and angry.

Without thinking, you place your hand over it covering the bulk of it with your palm. It burns your hand slightly, but the pain soon fades.

The mark is faded and the skin is creamy white again such an act of love takes away the burn of such hatred

You buy him soft sweaters and fabrics that are silky to the touch for his skin and he adores them

He lets you doodle over and around his mark when you’re alone together as he leaves soft kisses along your neck and shoulders.

You let him draw all the way up your arm. One night he traces the same dark mark into your skin with a sharpie. He thinks you’ll be horrified at what he did, but you kiss him

“I would take the mark if I could,” you whispered “but I can’t ever be loyal to just him when I have you,” you remind him of his mother that way

Draco starts to cry at that and you press a soft kiss to his mark and he kisses your sharpie one. You let him retrace the design on your arm when it starts to fade. Sometimes he adds flowers or birds or just abstract lines

He laughs one day when you surround his entire mark in little red hearts. He hadn’t laughed in months. It makes you cry and laugh with him at the ridiculousness of it all

When he pulls out his wand to kill Dumbledore, he can see your doodles on his hand peaking out from under his sleeve and he about breaks down because he can’t do it

You weren’t just touching his skin, you had touched his calloused dark heart

Part 1

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Pureblood!Slytherin x Draco Dating Headcanons:

Requested by the lovely @ghostlytoadalmondhairdo! Here you go, sweetie!!

As a pureblood, you grew up with Draco (Parties, gatherings, dreadful “playdates”). Everyone expected you to grow up and fall in love and you didn’t like Draco like that he was your best friend

And Merlin you two are dorky looking kids

You two start Hogwarts and you’re both in Slytherin and beaming because you’re with someone you know

okay but can you imagine going to Diagon Alley for the first time and getting wands together and books and everything else and just geeking out while you parents roll their eyes and sigh deeply

Draco has Crabbe and Goyle, and you have Pansy and Daphne and good lord you guys are terrifying to everyone else

You and your posse are a force to be reckoned with just like Draco and his posse but you’re not too keen on being ruthless (cue mean girls, you are the Regina George of Hogwarts)

Instead, you really give in to the tradition of being a proper lady you can hear your grandmother’s words in your head all the time. “Don’t slouch, stand up straight, elbows off the table, shoulders back head up, don’t be so loud, don’t walk so loudly, cross your ankles when you sit, punctuality is everything, that skirt is too short...”

Which leads to a lot of people calling you princess as a taunt because you’re just so posh

And Merlin everyone at this school except for your fellow Slytherins is an imbecile with no class

Even Draco who slips into foolish taunts and you just scoff and roll your eyes, not impressed. His smile falls because he misses you. You guys were once best friends and now it seems you’ve parted ways. So he tries to be a better person keyword: tries he loses all composure around Potter

Now he’s defensive. “I can outspell you any day, princess” He snaps. “Bring it, pretty boy” You draw your wand and he stops because he remembers the day you got the wand and how your eyes were shining and now he really misses you

And you miss him too. A lot. Pansy is constantly complaining that you need to go and talk to him but you were never good with words and you didn’t know if Draco wanted to talk to you.

All of your friends are screaming internally because you two just need to talk to each other is locking them in a closet together an option???

But instead, you taunt him, and he snarks back and now it's a competition and the whole school is frustrated and slightly scared because you and Draco are both very powerful and very mad at each other all the time and you do not want to get caught in the crossfire

“You can cast a Patronus?” “What like it’s hard?” Hello Elle Woods

Suddenly you’re not twelve anymore and neither is he and he looks a lot less dorky now... and have his eyes always been that blue? Have your lips always been the perfect shade of pink?

One day you’re snapping at Draco and it starts to turn into a Duel and everyone is just watching in shock and awe at you two going at each other

Somehow you end up inches away from in, nearly growling at another, and you see a glimpse of the little kid you used to know in his eyes

and then you’re kissing him

a cheer goes up and Pansy yells “F*cking finally!” not that you care, you’re very distracted at the moment

Can you say couple goals? Also like can you imagine the sheer DBE between the three couples of you and Dray, Pansy and Daph, Theo and Blaise?

“Girls” night (that include you, Daph, and Blaise) with records and makeovers and “Blaise it’s not fair how do you get your eyeliner so perfect?” and talking trash about your significant others and telling embarrassing stories

“Guys” night (with Pans, Dray, and Theo) that are full of midnight Quidditch matches/flying and goofing off shenanigans and “Pans you have to tell me where you get your cologne”

Shopping trips together probably in Paris that are always over expensive and full of fashion advice from anyone and everyone. “No, Blaise you cannot wear navy and black, you’ll look like a bruise” “Draco put down the shiny cape” “Daph, we have to wear skirts, not ballgowns,” “Merlin Theo, those shoes with that shirt?” “Pansy you are not shaving your head stop thinking about it,”

Going for dinner at fancy restaurants and having proper tea parties that end up with you all mocking your parents and its hysterical

Fifth-year comes and you can finally drop the uniform though you have to remind Daph that she can’t wear ballgowns everywhere but you’re allowed to wear dresses now hello fifties aesthetic and you and Draco look like you walked out of a catalog for Vouge

Can you imagine the Yule Ball? The utter prestige that your group radiates. You all know how to dance and you and Draco waltz across the floor that has girls jealous and guys wishing they could

But whenever you look at Draco you still see that dorky kid who knocked out his loose tooth with a handheld ornate mirror

The softer moments between the two of you where there aren’t expectations or tradition and you talk under the stars about dreams and wishes

He calls you princess now unironically. He’s still your pretty boy.

Behind every great man is no one. A great man knows a great woman stands next to him and is probably rolling her eyes at him

You and Draco breaking harmless rules that still give you a thrill of rebellion: eating dessert before dinner, breaking curfew, walking barefoot outside, not ironing and folding your socks, not making your beds every morning, buying black nail polish, ruffling his coiffed hair at the end of the day and you see the same shining eyes as the boy you grew up with and stars do you love him

But you’re still posh together: horseback riding, playing the piano together, walking along the Manor grounds on Sunday strolls, hosting dinner parties, going to galas and balls, shmoozing just about everyone in the ministry, taking the dark mark together and having to go through that entire ordeal and realizing that maybe tradition on some things is wrong

Which causes a huge fight between you and Draco because you can’t get behind the Dark Lord anymore and he’s just so scared of anyone getting hurt because he doesn’t want to lose you. But in the end, he’s there with the right choice

The lot of you holding your heads high as you walk the halls of Hogwarts during and after the battle fighting for your true home and where your real family is

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Draco’s Boundaries Headcanons (before the Dark Mark):

When you first start talking to him you notice he flinches around your faster movements

And when you draw your wand, pointing it at him to heal his broken nose/hand/arm from a quidditch accident and he about sobs, you realize that you really need to talk to him

You tell him your observations and he’s quiet, ashamed

You ask what does he need to feel safe around you

He’s quiet a moment, thoughtful

He doesn’t like his shoulders touched, nor his collarbones.

The backs of his arms along with his upper arms are off limits for now

Touching his hair is out of the question presently

If it’s above his elbows at all he doesn’t want to be touched

He’s just so scared of the wrong sort of touch

You also, unbeknownst to him start working hard at getting good with magic without your wand so that you can fix him up or do whatever he needs without him flinching away

So you start slow.

He can hold your hand, that’s easy for him

He slips his into yours most often—sitting beside him in the library, walking in the halls, in class when he’s stressed about a new topic, when you two are at hogsmeade when he has to face Voldemort and his parents in the Battle of Hogwarts

It becomes his favorite thing, your hands. They’re scarred with failed spells and calloused where you grip your wand, your nails could be painted or not, short or long, he didn’t care, he loved that your hands had never once acted in hatred or anger against him

When he was too stressed to talk about what was happening at home or with the war, he’d simply take your hand

You eventually let him doodle on your with a “stupid muggle pen” when he needs the distraction

And Draco’s not so afraid of your touch anymore

It’s a quiet night of studying when you reach out, the question in your eyes: can I touch?

He gives a small nod, anxiety gripping his chest and your gentle voice in his mind reminding him it’s okay

You raise your hands, showing him that they’re empty (save the drawing of flowers he had done earlier)

Slowly you reach out and place your fingertips to the lapel of his blazer, his collarbone underneath

He flinched, ready to be yanked or thrown, but it doesn’t come

Your hand slips under his jacket and he takes a shakey breath in. Your hand was now splayed out across his chest and shoulder

He closed his eyes, trying not to panic

Your hands slips away

“Thank you,”

It’s slow progress. Very slow. It takes weeks for you to ask him again—this time it’s after quidditch practice

Now both of your hands were rubbing the knots out of his shoulders and they felt heavenly wearing away the years of fears bit by bit

He leaned into your touch after practice from that night on. It took a few times, but he finally let you touch his bare skin it was just too hot to keep a shirt on and he craved your touch

Then there was a new feeling on the back of his neck— a soft kiss

It made him shudder, chills running through his skin at the pure adoration the gesture held

Laying under the stars one night at the Manor, you lean over him. He’s expecting you to kiss him—he never kissed you before, but now he wasn’t so scared to

But instead you press your lips to his collarbone, and another one to the hollow of his shoulder, then where his neck met his shoulder, anywhere you could get to, your lips pressed to his skin

He melted into the blanket, closing his eyes and forcing his breathing to be steady for another reason

These kisses become sacred to him.

He starts to adore your lips as he adores your hands. Never once had they shouted at him, or spoken an unkind degrading word. No, they brought a beautiful smile and intoxicating kisses now that he actually felt safe enough to kiss you

Whenever you’re afraid or he needs you, he pulls you into his grasp, your height perfect to press a kiss against his collarbone—a gentle reminder that there was more than hatred in the world and that not every touch was evil

He hated anyone else touching him still, and could never truly be rid of his reflex to recoil but you held a soft place in his mind

He could finally dance with you the “muggle” way where you’d just lay your head in his shoulder and he was so happy to just sway you around the kitchen in the middle of the night

Piggyback rides, swimming, riding on a broom together, hugs—things you had given back to him

Things he didn’t have since he was a small child before everything went to hell

Part 2

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Draco X Hufflepuff!Reader

Summary: A new student needs a bit of guidance from you.

A/n: No, this isn’t the chapter you’re looking for but this was in my archive of notes for this series and I ended up cutting it, but it was too cute and pure not to share with you guys, so here’s a deleted scene from my Hufflepuff series!! New chapter to come soon!

Until McGonagall was standing over Draco and I, my nerves had calmed down. Now, they were sky high.

“Professor?” I asked, taking Draco’s hand in mine under the table. He squeezed it reassuringly.

“Miss Y/n, I would like to speak with you in my office,” McGonagall looked over her spectacles at me.

“Uh, okay,” I stood slowly, eyeing Draco, who was glowering. “Love you,” I whispered softly to him before following the professor.

“You can stop your fretting dear,” McGonagall encouraged. “You’re not in trouble,”

McGonagall closed the office door behind us where a young Gryffindor student stood, looking quite terrified. Her bright golden eyes stood starkly against her deep chocolate skin. If I hadn’t seen her eyes, and it had been years ago, I might have mistaken her for Hermione.

“This is Cheyenne Clearwater,” McGonagall introduced. “She is descendant of Ieles.”

“The nymphs?” I gasped, a smile growing on my face. “That’s so cool!”

Cheyenne blushed.

“Quite so,” McGonagall pressed her lips into a thin line. “But it also means that she is deaf,”

“What?” I backtracked.

“And until we can get a proper translation spell in order for her and her tastes, Professor Sprout proposed that you might be able to translate for her? She needs a translator in Herbology, and as a part of your N.E.W.T course, Sprout said that she would accept if you were a teacher’s assistant for the younger years, and thus being able to aid Miss Clearwater, here. Since you and Abby took up sign language last year for your... task.” Her blue eyes held an air of mischief.

“Oh, yeah, of course,” I smiled at Cheyenne and began to sign: My name is Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.

Cheyenne’s eyes widened in shock and awe as she quickly began to sign back: You can sign!? I didn’t think anyone here knew how to! Momma and Papa always used translating spells.

I learned last summer. I smiled signing, mouthing the words.

Cheyenne beamed up at me, and for a moment, all of the darkness that loomed over the school was absent in her smile and shining eyes. To my surprise, McGonagall began to sign at Cheyenne asking her to wait outside her office door while she spoke to me. When we were alone, my anxiety began to flutter again.

“It shouldn’t take more than a day or two,” McGonagall reassured. “And, of course, you’ll get House points and extra credit.”

“No, I don’t need that,” I refuted quickly.

Cheyenne was waiting for me out in the hall, still beaming. We chatted—signed—and I asked her about her first day so far. She was a bit wary of Professor Snape, and I informed her that it was a commonality amongst all students. She said she had made a few friends and that her sister was also here, helping her translate in her other classes. I led her back to study hall, where Draco’s stormy blue eyes flashed up and met the two of us.

Is that your boyfriend? Cheyenne asked, giggling. He’s very pretty.

Yes, he is, I chuckled to myself. That’s Draco. He’s a bit rough on the outside but deep down he’s sweet.

“Who’s this?” Draco asked. “What happened?” I could hear the anxiety in his voice.

“This is Cheyenne,” I signed as I spoke. “She’s a first year and she’s a nymph decensdant, so McGonagall asked me to translate for her until they could get the proper spell for her.”

I watched her hands.

“She says it’s nice to meet you,”

Draco looked baffled at the young girl beside me.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” He gave a tight smile, watching my hands as I signed to her. “We have homework, love,”

I told Cheyenne that I would see her in class tomorrow, and that Draco was correct, I did have homework to attend to. The first year nodded, still smiling as she bounced off down the halls towards what I assumed was the Gryffindor Common Room.

“Were we ever that lively?” I murmured, sitting back down next to him. “As first-years?”

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Birthdays

Y’all quarantine finally got to me. I totally saw all of the “Happy Birthday Draco” posts yesterday and was like “his birthday isn’t until June fifth what are they doing?” .... it was June fifth. I thought it was March.

so! Here are some cute headcanons (slight NSFW but nothing too risqué I’m kidding it got worse/better)

You two are still in school, but it’s exam season so stress levels are high

He’s nose deep in notes and books so it’s easy to plan a party behind his back

You sneak into the Slytherin dorm with a Muggle birthday cake and candles with the help of your friends and his

It’s a tiny party with newspaper wrapped presents and fire whiskey

He sulks for the first ten minutes of it.

“This is preposterous. If my father knew...”

“Your father isn’t here,” you purred into his ear. “Come on Dray, it’s your birthday.”

He’s never had a proper birthday like this before. Everything was just so cold and distant before

This was warm and comforting

Your hand never left his throughout the night; a constant reassurance that he was alright

You all sang him happy birthday much to his embarrassment but, well most of his friends had more than a few shots and it was hard to stop them

He cut the cake and didn’t want to admit that he liked the chocolate frosting and vanilla cake but Merlin it was so good

He thinks you noticed because you gave him another piece and another “it’s your cake eat as much as you want”

Your cheeks are slightly pink from the alcohol and so are his

There’s dancing and loud music and he gets to hold you close and feel you move against him creating a perfect heaven in his mind as his hands grip your waist

Pansy starts a game of Truth or Dare featuring Vertaiserum. Chaos ensues about revealing crushes and kinks that has you a giggling mess beside him

“Dom or sub?” Pansy asks you and you turn bright red “Sub,” you confess making Draco grin. He already knew that but he loved to watch you squirm

Then comes the dare to him from Blaise: “prove it.”

Goddamn it he’s never been into voyerism but he’s slightly drunk and you look absolutely maddening that he takes off his tie and with practiced moves, has your hands tied behind your back as he’s kissing you like there’s no one else there The fact that there is is actually turning him on more

You glance up at him with a look he knows well—you are his to the center of your very being

He undoes your bonds and slips you into his lap, holding you possesively the rest of the night driving him mad with the sloppy neck kisses you leave

Until he has time to take you to his room and tie you up properly hello birthday present and with you in nothing but black lace lingerie happy bloody birthday to him

The next morning is filled with kisses and cuddles and little “happy birthdays” and “I love yous” from your lips

He threatens everyone who was there that night to not speak a word of what happened or he would personally see to their demise

Not that anyone could confirm or deny what happened, they were all wasted

Maybe he didn’t really hate his birthdays so much after that

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Autistic!Draco (Head)cannons:

Before y’all go off on me or whatever: listen. (also I saw a post like this on insta but it wasn’t as extensive so... here we go)

Draco hates when his hair is out of place, so he gels it back for two years in school. He hates things touching his ears or neck or face so gel

Has no idea how to expression the emotions he’s feeling so he does what he knows how to do, what he’s learned from his father: be a slytherin

High anxiety because he has to mask 24/7 (is he doing it right? Can someone see through it? How is he supposed to go to a school when he has no idea what the new social rules are?)

Which leaves Snape there to help him out. Not that Snape is great on making friends in the first place but ya know

He’s a bit more confident third year

Until buckbeak: he did what he was told and it didn’t work out and it caused him to have a huge meltdown on the spot because his rules didn’t work dad help I don’t feel safe

Not understanding how Harry just coasts through everything Dracos worked so hard at just passing by and it makes him angry and jealous

When he realizes he loves flying on a broom stick, Quidditch becomes a hyper fixation

Dad the new (insert fast broom here) just came out! Can I get one please!? (Insert a long list of specs and facts)! Dad please you have to get them for the Slytherin team!

Dad we have to go to the World Cup! Please! (Insert stats about both teams and the history of Quidditch)!

Potions is also a hyper fixation for him. He just loves that everything works the same way every time as long as you follow the rules

He’s a picky eater and only likes the things he grew up with, making him seem like a brat but you don’t understand I cannot eat mashed potatoes they feel weird

Luna Lovegood sees right through this whole boys charade

Which makes him freak out because what did he do wrong that she can tell no one is supposed to know

Doesn’t go to the Yule ball because it’s too loud, there are too many lights and people and he’d rather just save the meltdown

Snape’s doors are always open when he does get overstimmed and soon, so are all the other teachers’ they realize he’s not a brat he’s just scared and trying to fit in

Draco hates the sound of appertaining because it’s so loud, he prefers floo powder or flying instead

He loves his wand because it is so in tuned with him that when they start to work on casting spells without incantations it just knows

Have you seen his fuzzy winter hat can you imagine how stimmy that is for him?? The boy loves soft things

He takes the dark mark because it’s what he knows. His dad did it and it turned out fine, so why shouldn’t he? He’s so adverse to change especially when everyone is shouting at him about it

Does not liked to be touched. At all. Just. Three feet away please and thank you

Doesn’t understand a family dynamic other than his own. The Weaselys just confuse him and therefore are bad in his mind because there’s a certain way to do things and that’s not it

Is friends with the giant squid. “Well it comes around often enough, you guys should treat Harold better”

Has a hard time with eye contact and whenever he does make it you can bet he’s going to snap at someone to make them look away first

Has a hard time articulating what he wants to say so he defaults to what he’s heard growing up (forgot hermiones names? Mudblood. Don’t know which Weasley Ron is? well Weasley it is. Heard his dad only use Crabbe and Goyle growing up? Crabbe and Goyle it stays. Does Harry have a girlfriend, is that what girlfriends do? He asks but makes it snarky so no one sees his curiosity)

Could he just be a jerk? Sure. Could he be an accidentally written masking autistic that no one caught because it’s so hard to diagnose these days? Absolutely. Do I have any say in this because I’m also autistic? You can bet your Galleons I am.

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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cardigan~

Draco X Reader

Summary: cardigan by taylor swift (requested by @anchorclifford)

A/N: okay so this is a bit different from my normal stuff, but I’m experimenting here, so this is a bit more poetic than prose, and therefore not as long. But it does capture the mood and tone of cardigan, so it has that going for it. Let me know if you want other folklore songs done in this sort of manner, because I actually kinda love the simplicity of it.

It had been a long while.

Almost five years since the war.

Five years since they fell in love.

Today was the first day that you took me to Hogsmeade as my official significant other. I will always remember it. The way your hand fit in mine as you led me along the cobblestone paths. I was surprised that your harsh exterior melted like the snow on the ground. You were so sweet and kind. A gentleness I had never expected from you.

I’ve heard so many rumors about you, but they seem to fall to the wayside when I look at you. When you’re with me it’s like that you, the you that they’ve invented no longer exists. They warned me. Told me I didn’t know you. That I was too young.

But you always seemed to prove them wrong. Even today, you proved them wrong. You didn’t bat an eyelash at my muggle t-shirt or old cardigan. You gave me the same amused smile and took my hand. You wrapped your arm around my shoulder all the same. You kissed me like there was no one but us.

You made me fall in love, Draco Malfoy.

You’re going to be the death of me one day. You always seem to know how to catch me by surprise. Casual in old sweaters or dolled up in high heels and black lipstick you probably borrowed from Pansy. A versatile beauty that only belongs to you that not even Aphrodite can tread upon.

But rather tonight I think is what did me in. Slightly drunk and walking home from a downtown bar. The way your hips swayed softly in your Levi jeans and the taste of whiskey on your lips that seemed to numb all of my pain. The way your hands slipped under my sweatshirt as you’d press a kiss to wherever you could reach, and I let you. Knowing one was one to many, but one

more was never enough. You told me that I was your favorite, not caring to elaborate as a dopey smile crossed your lips. It made me fall all the more.

My mother scoffed at my declaration of love for you. She said I was too young. She said you were too young. That we knew nothing.

But I knew you, Y/n.

It was a long cold winter and a lonely summer. He had not written her a letter. He had not sent her a letter. She watched and waited by a window for an owl that would never come. She held on desperately to him. To the love that they shared... but when was enough, enough?

You confuse me, Draco Malfoy.

You gave me everything that I could have asked for. Weekends away at the Manor, running around the halls and playing hide and seek like we were five again. A golden feeling that I would always know in my heart. Reading books and practicing spells. Laughing in the front porch light. Watching the lighting bugs. Kissing in cars. Memories of love for twenty lifetimes.

Nights that I knew. Secrets that I knew. Secrets that you knew. You knew all of my scars and I knew all of yours. You cherished my scars and made them whole again. Made them mean something.

But now you’re trying to appease everyone. You’re trying to make everyone happy. Insisting that it’s the right thing to do. A friend to all is a friend to none, my love.

You’re tearing my love apart at the seams, and now I’m bleeding.

Then he left. And she walked away.

I thought I knew you. I did know you.

And I still watched you step onto the last train without a kiss goodbye. With tears in my eyes I watched you leave, as I tried to change the ending. For months I tried to change our ending. I’d never expect you to fly away like Peter Pan. I never thought I’d be Wendy. I thought that you were Prince Charming. Because that was who I knew you to be.

But now I know you.

Leaving like your father... running like water.

When you’re young, they assume you know nothing, but I knew you.

A Draco Malfoy that I never wanted to know.

“How is it after years your kiss still lingers on my skin? Why are you of all people haunting me? I should have bigger regrets. I should have different what-ifs. I never knew that you’d hang around this long like the smell of smoke.

I thought I knew everything when I was young. I thought I knew you.

But now I’m chasing your shadows and girls who hold a shade of you. Just to know you again for a moment.”

But this time his words weren’t a letter. They weren’t ink on parchment. They were spoken.

She barely dared to look up into his stormy grey eyes. She could still see the gentleness there behind the rough exterior and through the tears. In her front porch light, he stood there, panting softly, willing himself not to cry. She didn’t stop herself from crying.

“I knew you’d come back to me,” She whispered. “Because I know you Draco Malfoy,”

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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So I saw the post where you said send in requests and i havent seen anything negating that, so uh, do you think you could write something (when you have the time and motivation of course please dont feel obligated (unless you want to) ) where people start noticing the way Draco flinches whenever someone makes a sudden movement and then all of the sudden one day he comes back to the castle after holiday and its so much worse and people start kinda trying to help and make his days better?

okay, here we go. And no one can convince me that no one at Hogwarts noticed that Draco was a victim of abuse but since Harry has the attention span of a goldfish, it wasn’t added that and JKR is a terrible person.

Also warning: this does talk about physical emotional and mental abuse. I want you all to know that you NEVER deserve it and never believe that your abuse situation “isn’t that bad.” You are cherished and loved and worthy and valuable.

okay, so the first year wasn’t too bad not that it wasn’t bad but, well Draco was innocent to any other way so he thought it was normal for his father to do what he did

Then things start to dawn on him that maybe no... this isn’t how it’s supposed to go. Yet, whenever he asks a question against his father... things don’t end well for him. “But why are muggle-born so bad?” “What’s wrong with the Weasleys?” “Why are you so mean to the house-elves?” It never ends well, so he stops asking but now boy does he have a lot of questions and internal conflict that grows.

back to the point so someone drops a book/cauldron/glass something and Draco jumps and begins to panic “is his father mad? What did he do? How can he do better?” because he’s convinced that his father is on another rampage, but Crabbe just nudges his arm and he’s brought back to the present and that he’s not in trouble or danger

Snape is the first to notice because he knows what to look for in a child that has been abused at home, from personal experience, so he scolds the student who dropped the thing harshly

Our darling Hufflepuffs take note very quickly. In fact, there’s a support group at Hogwarts for kids who come from not so safe homes. Magical abuse or not, it's a group to just come and feel safe and like you’re not alone lead by Sprout and McGonagall

In Herbology with Draco, the Hufflepuff tells Momma Sprout about what they think is going on and boy is Sprout a momma bear looking out for Draco at every turn and looking into any records she can get her hands on

These kids from the support group start to become very worried about Draco because they’ve seen it all before and they hate seeing anyone else go through what they went through

They start to send him anonymous letters so that he’ll get mail in the mornings, and sneak sweets/snacks into his bag when they notice he’s not eating, or volunteer to be his partner in class

Boy is Draco confused

Which means he snaps a lot more and is rude and scared because he doesn’t understand why they’re being so nice to him

Alone is what I have, alone is what protects me

When Buckbeak attacks him, of course, he breaks down into tears because it’s all too familiar and he’s terrified that if he blinks he might open his eyes and it’ll be his father coming at him, not Buckbeak

and maybe he keeps the bandages and brace on longer for more than he needs it because it was a reminder that someone cared for him and mended his wounds and he didn’t have to do it himself

You think he just like Potions? Oh no, he’s had to make his own healing Potions all his life for the sake of keeping up the family appearance.

Luna Lovegood, the precious child sees right through all of it. Easily. And is a lot more confrontational about it than the support group, who did things more on the down-low. She takes all of his ridicule and taunts and snaps and lets him yell at her because she knows he needs to vent to someone

When Hermione pulls her wand out to attack him, sure, he could be a drama queen with all bark and no bite but maybe again it's too familiar and whenever there’s a wand in his face like that it ends with him in pain

That night Luna finds Draco in the Astronomy tower alone and just sits next to him.

He scoffs but after a while asks how can she deal with living alone with her father. She tells him that her father is the kindest person she knows and it finally gets through to Draco that how he grew up was not normal.

Luna tells him about the Support Group and he gets notes here and there as invitations, and maybe he decides to go one night

He’s surprised to see a lot of kids he knows. Luna goes and sits by some of her friends, Neville is there, and quite a few older Slytherins, and the Hufflepuff from his Herbology class who smiles and waves at him.

He realizes that these are all the kids who have been nice to him

He doesn’t share at all during the meeting (it’s sort of like AA where kids just go through and talk about what happens to them, if they’ve grown or made progress, what scared them still. The older kids offer advice and comfort and tissues because everyone cries)

He doesn’t share for a few weeks of meetings that he attends, but he doesn’t feel so hopeless anymore

Maybe now he doesn’t snap so much and maybe he’s not as scared anymore to let people in because he’s not alone and he realizes that everyone has their own inner demons and struggles

Fifth-year is the worst for him. With No Nose back, his father is vicious and ruthless and takes his pain and anger out on Draco.

It’s after easter break that he finally shares. “My... my father...”

Before he can say another word there are arms wrapped around him and hands on his shoulders and soft encouragements and consoles.

“He... he used the cruatious curse on me... and said that if I didn’t do it on someone else that he’d...” And Draco just breaks down into tears because he feels wicked and broken and ashamed.

He cries harder when no one judges him or yells at him or treats him differently. He’s still just Draco to them. The same thing happens when he tells them about the Dark Mark,

When he starts to slip through the cracks, the group vividly helps him like they’ve helped kids before him for generations.

Ravenclaws helped him study and find motivation when he started to fail his classes, Hufflepuffs show him how to have fun and take breaks and self-care, Slytherins are there in the common room on sleepless nights with tea and blankets, Gryffindors are there as a defense squad against anyone who wants to get to Draco and boy do they rip on Harry

But maybe Draco sees in Harry what the others saw in him. A kid who’s very fast with reflexes and has the same sort of anger and defense mechanisms that he did

Draco defends Harry from a Slytherin and Harry is confused and the Slytherin is confused but they back down

Harry just glares and walks away and Draco rolls his eyes and sighs

He sends Harry invitations to the Support Group but the golden boy never shows

When the Death Eaters kidnap Luna, Draco about loses it because Luna was one of the first ones who helped him grow

So he goes down to the dungeon and they still have their own little support group. Luna sees first hand what it’s like to be Draco especially when his father makes Draco use the cruatious curse on her

He cries and begs for Luna’s forgiveness and of course, he has it, she knows he never wanted to hurt anyone

At Hogwarts seventh year, he and the Slytherins who were a part of the support group are now also apart of the rebellion and Draco is livid about the punishments that Snape allows because how dare he allow physical abuse as a punishment and he gets an earful from Draco about it

Snape explains that it’s to keep him safe and Voldemort from suspecting anything and Draco just “I don’t give a damn about me or you! Stop hurting these kids! They’ve done nothing to deserve it!” And he’s in tears

Snape pulls back on his regimen a bit

Of course, Draco lies to his father about not knowing who Harry is. Why would he let his father win when Draco held the cards?

When Draco’s father calls him back to the side of the Death Eaters, he’s about to go because he is still afraid of his father but Luna takes his hand and so does the Hufflepuff from Herbology, and soon there are hands on his shoulders and arms, reminding him that he’s not alone and that he’s not the scared little kid anymore and he stands with Hogwarts

He and Harry eventually have a talk about growing up and the abuse they both suffered and Harry and Draco both grow as people and stop being so childish and put away the grudge and hatred for another

He takes a Slytherin girl under his wing in eighth year who’s two years younger than him and jumping at her own shadow. He brings her into the Support Group and helps her find some courage and self-worth

That girl is Astoria Greengrass

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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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“Scared, Potter?”

~Draco the power bottom~

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