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Love bipolar, Draco Malfoy x reader

Hi! So this is going to be a longer series with multiple parts and it's kind of a slowburn at least at the start but it'll get good later on I swear!

"I could kill you right now, y/l/n"

He pressed the knife deeper in to my neck, forcing me to tilt my head up. I opened my eyes and met his cold grey eyes, he was smirking. My eyes had started to tear up from frustration and I cursed myself for showing any weakness.

"…if I wanted to" he continued, letting out a small chuckle as he leaned forwards, close enough that I could feel his cold breath on my face and his hair tickling my forehead. The knife still pressed on my throat, he let go of my arms and lifted his free hand to wipe away the tear that had started its journey down my cheek.

"And nobody would even know"

Part 1, New beginnings

Word count: 1,7k

I shivered as I walked down the platform 9¾. The weather was starting to get chilly again.

I hopped on the train and felt the warmth seeping back into my body. I looked for a place to sit and found an empty compartment since I was among the first people coming in the train. 

I sat down and let out a deep sigh. I was going to an entirely new school and leaving behind all the memories and friends I had made in Beauxbatons.

The train had started moving and I was starting to feel anxious. I would be the new girl coming to the school in their third year when everyone had already made friends. I was scared I'd get too many eyes staring at me and make no friends at all. I hated this. I wasn't really the outgoing type but I also didn't deal well with loneliness.

I was getting lost in my thoughts when I felt a tug on my sleeve. I looked down and smiled when I saw a small furry creature tugging my sleeve and trying to nip at my hands. My ferret Kelmi had climbed out of my pocket and apparently gotten tired of me not giving her enough attention.

"Hey don't bite me!" I shook her off of me. She had sunk her teeth into my hand when I hadn't pet her. I gave her an offended look and lifted her on my lap. She looked too cute to be angry at.

"At Least I have you with me right?" I scratched her back and she relaxed in my arms. I looked out the window and my thoughts started drifting.

I had fallen asleep at some point and when I woke up, Kelmi was gone. I assumed she had climbed in my trunk where she had her own little magic-made bed and cage. 

I pulled out a book from my bag and started reading it. Fantastic Beasts And Where To Find Them, I had always been interested in magical creatures and animals in general.

I didn't get far in the book though, when the train stopped. I looked out the window but we weren't at the Hogsmeade stop yet. 

All the lights turned off and the temperature dropped. Screams were heard throughout the train. I saw a hooded figure floating towards me and I heard spine-chilling raspy breathing as the creature entered my compartment. I closed my eyes. I started feeling weak and helpless and felt as if all the joy in the world was fading away.

It ended almost as fast as it started. The creature had gone by the time I had opened my eyes again. I noticed the tears in my eyes threatening to spill. I felt numb. I sat there trying to get myself together for the rest of the train ride. Students were walking in the corridor and there was a slight feel of panic in the air. By the time the train stopped I had calmed myself down.

I got up and walked out of the train with the crowd. As I was heading towards black carriages that had horse-looking creatures pulling them, I heard my name being called.

"Y/n? Y/n y/l/n is that you?" I turned around to find the source of the voice and saw a curly headed girl staring at me with a shocked look on her face.

"Hermione?" I was taken aback. I hadn't seen this girl in three years. I ran to her and hugged her as she did the same.

"What are you doing here? I haven't seen you since primary school! Wait, you're a witch?" She seemed to be as confused as I was. We were best of friends in primary school before my family and I moved to france. I had no idea that she was a witch.

We hopped on a carriage together and she introduced me to her two friends, a ginger boy named Ron and a black haired boy with glasses, his name was Harry. We spent the whole ride catching up, trying to tell everything that had happened in the three years we hadn't seen each other. I told her how I got a letter from Beauxbatons and how we just recently moved back to London.

I hadn't been this happy in a long time. We were still talking excitedly as we got into the castle. We had to split up as I was instructed to go straight to the deputy headmistresses office to discuss my exchange and house sorting.

"See you at the feast?" Hermione asked

"Definitely!" I smiled as we parted ways.

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I knocked on the door and came face to face with a tall and stern-looking woman.

"Come in, y/n y/l/n is it?" The tall woman said.

"Yes professor..."

"McGonagall", She smiled

"Come in and have a seat, please"

She opened the door wider and motioned towards a soft looking cushioned chair. I followed her inside and sat on the chair and felt myself sink into the soft velvet cushions. She followed and sat on a chair opposite me.

"You sent a letter asking us if we could have the sorting arranged privately, am I correct?"

"Yes," I said. I didn't like to be in front of a big crowd and even the thought of being the only third year in the middle of first years made me anxious. I didn't want people looking at me and definitely didn't want people mixing me up with first years.

"It is a tradition that first years get sorted in front of the school with a sorting hat," She started.

I shifted uncomfortably and started nipping away my nail polish nervously.

"But since you're not a first year and there's no other older students coming to Hogwarts this year we might be able to have your sorting arranged privately after the feast."

It felt like a weight had been lifted from my heart, I had never been good in front of big crowds and a private sorting was all I wanted at that moment.

"That would be amazing, thank you." I said.

She smiled down at me and said "Wait in the great hall after the feast ends, i'll help with the sorting"

"Thank you professor McGonagall" I said as I started getting up from my chair.

"No problem Miss y/l/n"

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I was scanning the tables wondering where I should sit when I spotted Hermione. She met my gaze and smiled at me, motioning me to sit next to her. I walked over and sat down next to her, in front of her friends Harry and Ron. We didn't have the chance to talk much as the headmaster started his speech.

He introduced a new defense against the dark arts teacher and everyone started clapping. 

"Of course, that's why he knew to give you the chocolate, Harry" Hermione said to Harry while still clapping. I didn't have a clue of what they were talking about but stayed quiet.

"Potter"

I heard a voice from the table in front of me. It belonged to a platinum blonde boy with blueish-gray eyes and green robes. I seemed to be the only one who noticed him though, so he started again:

"Potter"

Harry and Ron turned around to look at the guy who was calling for Harry.

"Is it true you fainted?" a friend of his put a hand on his forehead and mocked Harry.

"I mean you actually fainted?" he laughed and for a split second I met his cold blue, almost gray eyes.

"Shove off Malfoy" The ginger snapped at him. And they both turned back towards us.

"How did he find out?" Harry muttered while hanging his head.

"Just forget it", Hermione said.

"You fainted? Are you okay?" I asked

"Yeah I'm fine" he replied quickly and I realized he didn't want to talk about it.

"Who was that guy anyway, what's his problem?" I asked

"Draco Malfoy, he'll find any reason to piss us off. He tried to make friends with Harry in our first year and Harry denied. He has held a grudge since " The ginger said

"He's that petty?" I laughed

"It's not just us who dislikes him, he bullies people, mostly muggle born since he's what they call pureblood" Hermione scoffed

The headmaster interrupted our chatting by continuing his speech about the teachers.

Then he got to talking about the creatures in the train, dementors. Whispers were heard throughout the hall. I had to admit, they freaked me out but I knew that I'd be okay as long as I stayed away from them. He finished his speech and so began the dining.

I got to know the two boys in front of me a little better. They both liked playing quidditch, Harry told me he was the Gryffindor seeker and Ron told me about his family and how he plays with his brothers, the ginger was very eager to get to know me as well, Harry on the other hand was less talkative, I figured it was because he still felt bad about fainting.

We had finished eating and Hermione wished me good luck when the trio started heading towards the doors.

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As every student had left I started thinking of sorting. I wished I'd be in Gryffindor with Hermione. I'm not really that good at making new friends and I'd really love to catch up more with her.

Ron Weasley told me about how he despises the Slytherins and the idea of becoming one didn't sound that tempting. My thoughts wondered and I remembered the blonde boy from earlier. Was he really as bad as they made him be?

My thoughts were interrupted as I saw McGonagall carrying an old, dirty looking hat into the great hall and I got up from my seat and started walking towards her. She motioned me to sit on a chair near the teachers table. She then placed the old hat on my head. To my suprise the hat started talking and moving around.

"Hmm, interesting, very interesting" the hat started.

I felt anxious. What if I didn't make any friends in my new house? What if they were all horrible? What if I got sorted into slytherin? I started thinking about how much I missed my friends back in Beauxbatons when the hat started speaking again:

"Very brave I see, also a lot of ambition.. I think you ought to go in... slytherin!" it yelled.

Thank you for taking the time to read this and please let me know if you want a part 2!

DM. PLAYING THE PLAYER TEASER

series

DRACO loves girls. he loves their attention, loves their loyalty, and loves, more than anything, moving on to the next.

GIRLS love Draco. they love his attention, love his gentle words and soft touches, but hate, more than anything, being the ones left behind.

SHE hates them both. she’s tired of the disruptions to her studies, the trail of crying girls disturbing her nightly revision sessions. she’s ready to stop it. she’s going to break the chain - SHE’S GOING TO BREAK THE PLAYER.

I LOVEEE THISSS

One of my fav oneshotss

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Screaming crying 😭 🫶🏻

The Arrangement (Draco x reader)

Warnings: smut, abuse, yelling, arguing, mentions of suicide and death

You paced, the light of the fireplace shining off your side as you did. “Would you stop pacing!? That noise is driving me insane!” Draco snapped. You glared at him as he sat on the ladder, reading a book with a calm demeanor. You shook your head. “This is easy for you. This isn’t as life altering for you as it is for me.” You snapped. “And just how is this ‘life altering’?” Draco asked. “I will be forced to give up my aspirations and dreams to be your wife if your father agrees to this.” You snapped. Draco rolled his eyes and you continued pacing. The wonderful plusses to an arranged marriage. Draco would never ask you to give up your future, even if he was to be your husband. Of course you didn’t know that, you barely knew the boy aside from his wonderful comments directed towards you at school. Of course he knew more about you than you were aware of. Your father was in that group of asshole purebloods. And if this evening worked in his favor you’d be involved with Draco Malfoy.

The door opened and Lucius looked at you and then Draco. “Draco. Do you accept Y/n’s hand” say no. Please say no– “I do.” He said. Your father’s smile unsettled you and you shook your head. “I don’t see how this is fair! Why should I have to–” “Silence!” You father snapped. Draco noticed your retreat into yourself and the satisfied look on his face made Draco very aware of his presence. “She will live here with us and take up what we see fit… Is this to your satisfaction?” Lucius asked. “Indeed. Best of luck. She’s the most hardheaded of my daughters.” Your father said. You gave him a glare as Draco walked with Lucius to see them out, leaving you and Narcissa alone. You sat in a seat in front of the library fireplace, seething in your own anger. “I know how this felt… I used to be like you.” She said. “Your marriage was arranged too?” You asked. “mm hmm. Yes and I was quite angry when Lucius agreed. He said it was all about decorum but I don’t think he wanted to upset his father… Truth be told I think that’s why Draco said yes as well.” Narcissa said softly. You turned your attention to the crackles in the fire. “I’m hoping you’ll give Draco a chance… I know he’s a stubborn boy. Fine, but stubborn… Don’t write him off just yet.” Narcissa told you. You nodded.

Cut to two weeks later and you two were usually busy. But the times you did spend together was usually festered with bickering. Yelling was not uncommon either. With the amount of eye rolling present, it was a damn wonder your eyes didn’t get stuck in either of your heads.

You sat at the table in the library reading a letter addressed to you. You were reading the same line again and again “your brother Charles is dead” you slammed the letter down and scared the crap out of Draco as you did. “Jesus woman! What in the blazes– Y/n?” He noticed the shock on your face followed by anger and sadness and he walked over to the letter, reading it as he did. He looked at you and then the letter before disappearing with it. “Great. So now he thinks I’m over dramatic” you muttered. Quite the contrary considering he went to his father and showed him the letter.

“They tell her this news in a letter!? A fucking letter!?” Draco asked. “Language Draco… Though this is… Troubling… How is she handling this?” Lucius asked. “She was shocked I think…” Draco sighed. “Don’t you think that her fiancée should comfort her?” Lucius asked. “She finds no comfort with me… She usually just insults me.” Draco admitted. Lucius rose a brow and got up, walking to the library. You leaned up and sighed. “I’m sorry for your loss Y/n… If you need anything at all we’re here.” Lucius said softly. You nodded. “I’d like to be alone if you don’t mind…” You said softly. Draco and Lucius left you to your thoughts. Still, Draco was seething. A letter? Your father tells you through a letter? You must’ve sat alone for hours in that room, staring at the fire in tears. The door opened again and Draco sat down, handing you the letter. You took it, looking at it and then tossing it into the fire. Draco rose a brow watching you. “A letter.” You scoffed. “He tells me he’s dead in a LETTER.” You said, throwing a book. Draco stood up watching you. “after everything I’ve withstood and am dealing with he gives me a fucking letter!?” You said to yourself. “That isn’t fair to you.” Draco said. You again, scoffed, sitting back down and staring at the fire. “There’s a lot he’s done that hasn’t been fair to me.” You murmured as you pulled your sleeves over your hands. Draco rose a brow but turned back to the fire. “Thank you.” You muttered. “For listening to me.” Draco looked over at you, noticing the numbed stare into the fire as you both watched the parchment burn in the fireplace.

You took weeks to grieve, spending most of that time in your room or the library. However after a while normality resumed and you and Draco were at each other’s throats once more. “You are the biggest pain in my arse you know that?!” You asked. “I’m the biggest pain– Have you met you!? Every five damn minutes it’s a new insult!” Draco sighed. “Well maybe if you weren’t so angry all the time it wouldn’t be so bad!” You said.  "I only do that because someone is hurdling insults at me.“ He said. You sighed. "This is hard okay? I’m not at home, my brother is dead and now I’m in some arranged marriage with a boy who tormented me in school, excuse me if I’m not exactly fond of this experience.” You grumbled. You sat in front of the fire, Draco sitting in the chair next to you. “This isn’t exactly easy for me either y'know.” Draco muttered. You stared at the fire as it popped. The door opened and you turned around to see Lucius and Narcissa. “Enjoying each other’s company?” Narcissa asked. “Hardly” both of you replied. Well at least the two of you could agree on that.

Draco sighed and you muttered something. “Hmm. Dinner is in thirty minutes. Try to be civil.” Lucius said. You nodded and sighed as they both left. “This is ridiculous, surely we can get along.” Draco said. You didn’t say anything. “Y/n we’re getting married, we need to at least try to be civil.” He said. You let out a sharp sigh. “I know you hate me–” “I don’t hate you Draco.” You muttered. “….You don’t?” He asked. “No. Strongly dislike? Yes. Hate, no.” You said. “we need to find some common ground.” Draco said. “Fine.” You sighed. “We don’t hate each other.” You said. “Alright. Fine.” He nodded. “Is our marriage saved yet?” You asked sarcastically. “Are you always this optimistic or is that just the new engagement?” He asked. “Getting Seven rejected suitors does that to you! Especially when I don’t want to be here in the first place” You snapped. “Seven– SEVEN!? Good God woman what made that happen!?” He asked. You walked out into the hall. “Does pure spite count for something?” You asked. “Wha– No it doesn’t!” Draco said making Lucius and Narcissa look at each other as they heard you two bicker. “Then I have no clue, must be something in the water. I’m perfectly lovely” You concluded. “Perfectly lovely my arse, you’ve been insufferable since you’ve been here!” He sighed. “Well if spite counted we would have an answer” you said making Lucius bite back a laugh. “Sometimes I think you’re lucky I agreed to this because you’d be a bitter spinster if I said no!” Draco griped making Narcissa grip Lucius’ hand to stop from laughing. “Oh is this your idea of sweet talk!? If so, oh take me now! I think I’m falling for you due to your pretentious ass!” You said making Lucius almost snort. “Great! Include that in the vows then, along with the fact that this will be the longest marriage of a lifetime!” Draco concluded. “Insufferable twit!” You snapped. “Bitter spinster!” He shot back before you opened the dining room’s doors to see Draco’s parents, remaining composed as they looked at you. “Is everything alright?” Narcissa asked. “Ahem… Yes.” You said, Draco leaning on the door to seem more natural. “What’s for dinner?” He asked. Lucius looked over to Narcissa “Oh lovely bitter spinster, what is for dinner?” Lucius teased making you and Draco flush with embarrassment. The evening for the most part was silent until the end of dinner. “Did you ever take up any hobbies at home Y/n?” Lucius asked, perhaps to help you and Draco find common ground. “Well… I took up fencing for a while.” You said and Draco stifled a snort. You glared at him. “What’s so funny over there?” You asked. “Nothing, but you’d think for such a graceful sport you’d remain a bit more proper.” he said. “Why you little–” “Ahem.” Narcissa cleared her throat, eyeing the two of you. “Was there any more.. Creative outlets available to you?” Lucius asked. “My sisters and I were required to take up chorus and an instrument.” You murmured. “What was yours?” Draco asked, beating his father to the question. “Violin and piano.” you answered. “Were you any good at chorus?” Narcissa asked. “Not exactly.” You said. Draco gave an amused smile but halted when he noticed the distant and pained expression. “It’s why I picked up two instruments.” You said. “I see…” Lucius said, making the same observations as Draco. You cleared your throat, seemingly coming out of the fog that you were in. “Why the questions, if you don’t mind me asking?” You asked. “Your room will be ready by tomorrow and we’re making sure we have the accommodations for you.” Narcissa said. “But… I already have a room?” You said confused. “A room for you and Draco.” Lucius said making you both look up, full focus. “I’m sorry, what!?” Draco asked. “You two are to be married, it is customary–” “Father.” “For the husband and wife to share their rooms. In fact both of you are sleeping together tonight.” Lucius said. Both of you shot murderous glares to each other. “you two are excused.” Lucius finally said.

You and Draco went to the library. “Oh tell me you have somewhere else to brood” You grumbled. “I do not brood and for your information, you’re in my house!” He said. “Well in that case, if you’re so fucking proud of the house, have fun sleeping on the floor!” You yelled. He huffed and so did you, the door opening and Narcissa stepping in. “Mother, tell me father is joking.” Draco begged. “I’m afraid he isn’t. And for good reason.” She said. “What does that mean?” You asked. “it means, dear, that you and Draco need to basically be locked in a room together until you act at least somewhat civil.” Narcissa said. “I would assume by the arguing you would want to separate us.” you uttered. You looked up. “Sorry.” you said. “But making us share a room? Come on mother, locking us in here would’ve been easier!” Draco said. “Here has distractions. In a room elsewhere forces you to talk.” Narcissa said. “Mother–” “Draco, no arguing.” She said leaving. “This has got to be the worst day.” You sighed, slumping down to the floor. “You’re being dramatic.” He sighed. He reached for the door handle. “Are you coming?” He asked. “I hate that we have no other options.” You uttered, getting up and following. You walked into the room which was dark and bland, yet still sleek and elegant. “No offense but uhm… Do you guys all have the same obsession with the color black?” You asked, referring to the black floor and wall trims. “Ask my father, personally I’m more of a fan of blue.” He shrugged. That explained the greyish blue wallpaper in the room. Draco slipped off his shirt and you jumped and looked away. “You do realize we’re bound to see–” “Do not remind me!” You groaned. He chuckled, changing his clothes as you changed into yours. “You act like–” He turned to see your back, riddled with scars. Some faded, barely noticeable, others more present and difficult to ignore. “I can feel you staring Draco.” you said, sliding on your shirt. Draco turned away. “It’s the scars right? That made you stare?” you asked. “Where did those… How are they there?” He asked. Silence fell upon the room, not even the sound of fabric against skin was active. He turned around to see you standing still. You seemed spaced out at the question. “Y/n?” He asked. You cleared your throat, changing. “My father.” You finally answered. He frowned. “Can we not talk about this please? This is not something–” “Alright” Draco said, a concerned observing expression on his face. You swore for a moment it almost appeared that he cared.

You laid down, facing towards the window away from Draco, while his back was turned to you. Both of you slept for the most part through the night, but something was off. He felt you shift multiple times, leaving him awake. He almost woke you up for a snarky comment but you shot forward, gasping for air as you did. He leaned forward, putting a hand on your back. “Y/n? What’s wrong– hey look at me” he said. You gripped your head and shook. “I-I can’t even get his voice– I can’t get it to stop–” you whimpered. He frowned, understanding the “he” you were referring to. He pulled you closer to him. “I’m here Y/n…” He said softly. You leaned back against him, your chest constantly rising and falling. “Breathe Y/n.” He said softly. You listened, softening your breathing. He slowly let go and you whimpered. “Don’t let me go.” you whispered. He pulled you to him, resting your head on his chest.

The morning started with Narcissa opening the door expecting to see a murderous sight. Instead she was met with seeing Draco holding you close to him, his chest falling and rising with your head rested on him. “Lucius!” she whisper-shouted. Lucius walked over and rose a brow. “Curious.” he muttered. They left you alone though, not daring to interrupt the civility in the house. You woke up first, the sunlight hitting your face causing you to wince and lean up. The sudden movement made Draco wake up. What did he have his arm around? He blinked a few times, seeing you stretch. Oh. OH.

He looked at you surprised. “Draco, are you alright?” You asked, noticing his wild eyed stare. “I’m not dead?” He asked. You rolled your eyes and got up, him doing the same a few minutes later. You both dressed in silence, you unsure what to say. Usually you had some remark for anything, right now you were at a loss for words. Draco was right there when you needed him, he reacted the way you needed him to. “Thank you Draco… For last night.” You found your self saying as Draco adjusted his sleeves. He looked over, his hair of course looking very elegant as it usually did.  "I’m here any time you need me Y/n…“ He began. You struggled with a button in the back and he pushed aside your hair, fixing it for you. "I know we argue. But I don’t want you to feel like you’re ever alone or helpless.” He said softly. “I don’t think I could ever feel alone when I have a strange blonde man following me.” you teased. That made him smile… That wasn’t a jab, that was a joke. You turned around to face him and you snorted. “You went to Hogwarts, how many years? And you still cannot figure out how to tie a fucking tie?” You asked with a snort. He rolled his eyes and you took its sides and began tying it. He rose a brow, watching your small hands at work before you made a perfect tie. “Thank you…” He said. “You’re…” You looked in his eyes. “Your… eyes are silver?” You asked. He rose a brow. “You’ve never noticed?” He asked.“Usually when I’m focused on you I’m forming new insults and not focused actually on you.” You said with a small laugh. He chuckled. “And now?” He asked. “I’m… I don’t think I’m so angry with you anymore.” You admitted.

The week was strange to both of you. Any insults that were thrown were more of a joking matter, any time Draco actually spent time with you, you actually enjoyed it. Lucius nearly died when he was looking for Draco and found him reading next to you by resting his head in your lap. You were smiling. As in: “Head over heels now” smiling. Then came the family dinner. The protocol required that the family of the bride to be to have dinner with the groom’s family. You absolutely dreaded this more than anything. “I’ll be with you the whole time Y/n.” Draco assured. You shook your head. “It won’t stop him from getting inside my mind, trust me.” You muttered as you changed behind a partition. Draco sighed. “The tie? Again? Seriously Draco, seven years at Hogwarts and you never learned how to tie a tie?” You asked. He sighed again, getting antsy before your hands wandered to his tie. He looked at you and swallowed. “Y/n..” He paused. “I know I know: I need to stop mocking you for this tie thing, but seriously Draco that’s almost two thousand whole days to learn–” “You look beautiful.” He said softly. You blushed, avoiding his eyes because you knew if you saw them you’d basically be putty in his hands. “Thank you…” You mumbled. You almost pulled away your hand but he stopped you, holding it. Something about this was just… Reassuring. You cleared your throat, pulling away. “We should get downstairs… My father hates waiting.” You murmured.

You walked in, standing at your chair and waiting for Lucius to allow you to sit. The silent stares from your mother made you almost shake and Draco could see that. Lucius finally entered, noticing your facial expressions and giving Draco a “is she okay” look. Draco looked at your mother and then back at Lucius. Lucius nodded and took his place, allowing you to sit down. Dinner was stressful to say the least, the silence making you very uneasy. “Y/n, darling you’ve hardly touched your food, are you feeling alright?” Narcissa asked. “Yes ma'am.” You mumbled. Draco rose a brow and your father almost seemed… Happy. With you’re discomfort.

“Y/n has taken quite well to Draco. The two are practically inseparable now.” Narcissa said. Draco hid a small smile. “Has Y/n been keeping up with her lessons?” Your father asked. “….Yes. she’s quite exceptional with piano.” Lucius answered with a brow raised. “Lilian was exceptional with piano as well. Better actually.” He said. You frowned and Draco put a hand over yours, looking at you. “Y/n always had trouble prioritizing her duties.” Your mother said. “Maybe she had trouble because she was trying to ignore the obvious–” Lucius shook his head and Draco gripped your hand. You put a hand on his arm and shook your head. He swallowed but nodded. “Hmm.” Your father made a noise of acknowledgement. “in two weeks time is the engagement party. Is there any requests?” Lucius asked. Almost finished. Thank God. “Do not be afraid to discipline my daughter if she doesn’t do something to your liking.” Your father answered.

Sound seemed to drown out, him staring daggers into you. “She isn’t cattle!” Draco finally snapped. “Stop it.” You thought, your throat not working to form even a whisper. “You don’t know the kind of pain he’s capable of” “She is a human being who I happen to care about, do not ever expect me or my family to hurt her the same way you have.” Draco growled. Lucius paused. “What?” He asked. “Make the voice stop.” You thought, retreating into yourself. “She has scars father–” “This is absolutely ridiculous!” Your father halted and Lucius was now looking at your father from head to toe. Narcissa frowned and glared at him before noticing you. “Make it stop, please just get this to stop.” You thought to yourself as you shook. “Draco get Y/n out of here.” She said. He opened his mouth but stopped noticing the pure terror on your face. “Y/n?” Draco whispered. You were shaking and Draco pulled you up, walking you to the library. He closed the door and you shook. “Y/n–” “Please don’t hurt me” you whimpered. Draco sat you down and kneeled in front of you. “Y/n I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe.” He said softly. He cupped your cheek. “What did they do to you?” He asked making you break down into sobs.

He held you close, soothing you until you fell asleep and then carried you to bed. He sighed, running a hand over his face, closing the bedroom door as he stood outside of it. He walked to his father’s study to find Lucius looking out the window and drinking. “Father–” “Is it really true?” Lucius asked. “Did he beat her?” He asked. Draco sucked in a breath. “Yes. She has nightmares father, she’ll wake up crying.” Draco answered. Lucius sat down the glass Draco could only assume was filled with scotch and turned around. “We must tread carefully then. He can retract this engagement as long as it is within these coming weeks.” Lucius said. “Surely he wouldn’t.” Draco said. “He would if it meant someone finding out.” Lucius answered. “I halted him from doing that very action tonight. I understand your anger. I too am cross, but you must control this in his presence or else we’re sending that girl into a lion’s den.” Lucius said. “Yes father.” Draco said. After a long silence Draco reached for the door. “Son.” Lucius said. He looked over with a confused glance. “I’m proud of you for protecting her.” Lucius said. Draco gave a small smile, walking back to you.

You were still asleep, most likely exhausted. Draco changed, laying next to you. You instinctively moved into his arms, Draco holding you as you slept. “Thank you.” You murmured. He kissed your head. “Anything for you dear.”

The next morning Draco woke up before you. You leaned up, getting changed before walking out. You walked through the halls, looking through the windows and out to the garden. It was raining today. You felt a hand land on your shoulder. You turned to see Draco and you smiled. “Morning.” You mumbled. “Good morning.” He said. “Would you mind taking a walk with me?” He asked. You rose a brow but followed him. You walked through the manor, you confused. “Any particular reason you wanted to walk?” You asked. “I mainly wanted to enjoy your company.” He admitted. “O-oh…” You said with a small blush coming to your cheeks. “Uh…. I wanted to say thank you… Draco… For last night. You… It meant a lot.” You said. “It was nothing… I’m glad that you trust me though.” He said. “Draco… I know that I’m a bit… Flawed. But I want you to know that if you need anything that I’m here.” You said. He smiled, looking at you. His silver eyes seemed to pierce through you as he stared. “Draco–” “Y/n, good you’re awake. Would you mind stepping into my study?” Lucius asked.

You sighed. “Duty calls.” You muttered before stepping in. You closed the door and took a moment to get rid of the rosy cheeks induced by Draco. “Are you alright?” He asked. “Hmm? Yes what did you– Marie!?” You gaped. Your sister turned around. “Hello darling.” She said with a soothing smile. She rose and you hugged her. “My goodness, what brings you here?” You asked. “I wanted to see you before you got married! That and I want to also meet your husband to be!” She said. “Oh! Aha… Well–” “Where is the boy–” “I’ll get him!” You said. You stepped out. Oh God… She’s so perky she might kill Draco with smiles.

Draco rose a brow, leaning off the wall. “Were you just… Standing out here?” You asked. “Hmm. Yes I planned on spending most of my day with you.” He said. You smiled slightly. “Ahaha… Well my sister Marie wants to meet you.” You said. “She does?” Draco asked. “Yes… Though I’m afraid her happy demeanor might kill your whole brooding attitude that you maintain.” You chuckled. He gave you a small smirk. “I do not brood.” He said before walking in. “Yes. You do.” You said taking his hand with both of your hands. He smiled at the obvious excitement to see your sister. Marie stood up and curtsied to him. “Pleasure to meet you Draco.” She said. He took her hand and kissed it, before rising and taking his place next to you. “Oh he’s polite. A lot better than that boy Joanna almost married.” Marie said. You tried not to snort. “The boy from Noughtington?” You asked. “Indeed. That boy was a walking disaster.” Marie chuckled. “With the–” “Fondue fountain.” You both said before laughing. Draco smiled at your laughing and Marie noticed. He was smitten. Oh it was so obvious. “Draco, are you looking forward to marrying my sister?” She asked. Draco looked at you with a chuckle. “Well if the first week of marriage is like her first week here I think I can wait.” He teased. You resisted again to laugh. “…What was so bad about your first week?” Marie asked after noticing the amused look on Lucius face. “She absolutely tormented the boy.” Lucius chuckled. “Tormented? Oh no that’s an understatement– she followed me around just to insult me.” He said with a laugh. You chuckled and seemed to be looking at him with affection. “But.” He began looking at you and taking your hand. “I wouldn’t change a thing about her.” He said. Your cheeks again heated up, becoming slightly noticeable as you smiled. Marie smiled.

“I’m glad she has found someone to love her. Some of father’s arrangements…” Marie cleared her throat. “It doesn’t bode well.” She said. You nodded knowingly. “Elizabeth, may she rest in peace.” You both said in unison. Draco rose a brow. “You’ve lost a sister?” Lucius asked. “She was the eldest. I’m afraid father misjudged the family and…” Marie cleared her throat. “They drove her to suicide.” You said. “Promise me you two” Marie said to Lucius and Draco. “You will keep my father away from Y/n.” She said. “Well we–” “I swear to you if he lays a finger on her I will not hesitate to return that favor.” Draco said making you blush again. He was so serious and hellbent on keeping you safe. “We promise you she’s safe here.” Lucius said softly, taking notice of Draco’s determined look.

You noticed the rain had stopped as did Draco. “Would you mind allowing Y/n and I to go on a walk? Y/n loves the garden after it rains.” Draco asked. He noticed that? Christ, is there anything this boy didn’t know about you? “You’re excused, Marie how long are you staying?” Lucius asked. “Until the wedding.” She said. You all froze. “This is my favorite sister, I’m making sure this is the right place for her, surely you understand.” Marie said. Lucius nodded. “Very well.” Lucius said. “Enjoy your walk you two.” Marie said. You both walked out and Draco let out a long breath. “She’s… Perky?” He said. “Told she’d interrupting the brooding.” You said with a chuckle. “I, once again, do not brood!” He said. You laughed and he smiled. “You’ve been smiling a lot more lately though, I will give you that.” You said. “I’ve been enjoying my company.” He said to you. You smiled, tucking a loose strand behind your ear.

You observed the roses as Draco sat in the garden, him noticing your love for the roses. “Draco?” You asked. “Hmm?” He made a noise to acknowledge your call while sitting up straight. “How did you know I liked the garden after it rains?” You asked. Draco pondered. “I think it was more after observing you.” He asked. “You’ve observed me?” You asked. He chuckled. “I do. I do that more than I think you realize.” He said. You looked over, a slight amusement daring to play on your lips. “What did you notice?” You asked. “hmm.” He stood up looking at you. “You enjoy reading.” He said. “Well that’s obvious, our first conversation was in a library.” You laughed. “You pace when you’re upset, to which I do the same.” He said. “Continue.” You said with a smile. “You actually do carry yourself properly almost standing sometimes like you have a sword, especially when you argue.” He noticed. “Oh?” “I suspect that’s because to you, arguing is a battle of wits.” He teased. You rolled your eyes with a laugh. “If it doesn’t rain, around this time you’re outside here, reading. Usually a female writer like Bronte or Austen.” He said. How did he– “You always have your hair up in some sort of way, most likely to keep yourself from having to mess with it while you’re reading.” He stepped closer. “You have tea with my mother on Wednesday.” He took your hand, holding it. “Your hand still has the callouses from the violin.” Your heart was pounding. “The roses are your favorite, I think you love to feel the petals” he said, getting closer to you. You could feel his breath now. “You stare at me when you don’t think I’m watching and you make notes of my movement because you know it reflects how I truly feel.” He whispered. You both stood in silence, only the chirping of birds sounding off. Draco’s eyes were staring into yours, almost as if they were searching. His hand held your cheek and your heart pounded. “Draco…” You whispered. You had to say something didn’t you? Why on earth did you say this boy’s name? “I think I…” You swallowed. “I think–” “Y/nnnn! Narcissa wanted you!” Marie called. “I’m beginning to despise your sister.” He murmured, still very close to your face. “I should go.” You said softly. He nodded and stepped back, your face returning to the cool air of the midday. You walked past. “Y/n.” Draco said making you turn around.

It all happened so quickly. The pull of his hand, your lips on his, my God they were warm. “When you are finished, come to library.” He said softly. “As… As you wish…” You said shocked. You pulled away, eyes still wide as you walked. Marie rose a brow as you came into her view, your fingers lightly pressing your bottom lip with a shocked face. “Y/n are you ill? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Marie asked. “…What? Oh yes! Yes I’m fine!” You said quickly walking into the manor. Marie rose a brow but Draco soon came into view with a smile and shaking of the head. He almost seemed… Giddy?

Marie looked at you and then Draco and rose a brow. “Y/n did something happen between you and your fiancée?” She asked. “What!? What in the world would make you think that!? Haha, Marie you’re so ridiculous, where’s Narcissa!?” You asked. She squinted at your expression. “…The day room… For tea… It’s Wednesday dear.” Marie reminded. “I know you have tea with my mother on Wednesdays...” “Right… Right! I should go!” You said, walking quickly your face getting redder as you walked.

You walked into the day room, sitting down with a frantic look. “Y/n? Are you alright dear?” Narcissa asked. You closed the door and ran a hand over your face. “Your son has got my mind running all over the place!” You said. She gave an amused smile. “Has he now?” She asked. “He took a walk with me and started talking about how he looks at me when I’m not looking– has he lost his mind!?” You asked. “Well–” “And then he had the gall to kiss me!” You groaned. “…… He did what?” Narcissa asked, a wide smile showing. “At least try to hide the joy here, he’s literally driving me to the brink of insanity.” You said. “Sorry, yes. He kissed you?” Narcissa asked. “Yes! Marie came to fetch me and he just– Gah! Did you know he observes me!?” You groaned. “why do you think you’re going mad?” Narcissa asked. “That has to be what this feeling is right!? I’m descending into madness!?” You asked frantically as you paced. “Wait, what feeling?” Narcissa asked. “that feeling that just comes around when Draco is around!” You said. Narcissa could see this clearly. When you said Draco’s name, the sentence ended with you smiling. You paused, realizing the smile. “SEE!? HE’S GOT ME SMILING LIKE A GIT!” you whined. Narcissa laughed. “Y/n. You’re not mad.” Narcissa assured. “Then what the hell is ailing me? Oh God is it something else worse?” You asked. “You’re in love.”  Narcissa said. You laughed. “No. No that’s not… No!” You said. “Darling you can’t say Draco’s name without smiling.” Narcissa said. “Sure I can. Draco– Damn it!” You hissed after you smiled. Draco who was walking by heard his name. “Is it so out of the realm of possibility?” Narcissa asked. “I mean… No…” You mumbled. “Tell me, what have you observed from Draco.” Narcissa said. You sat down. “he’s a twat.” You mumbled making him shake his head with a smile. “He’s intelligent though… My god he keeps his wits about himself.” You muttered. “And?” Narcissa asked. “And he always is there when I need him….” You mumbled. “And he’s right there every morning… Holding me.” You said smiling to yourself. Draco smiled to himself. “And he…” You shook your head with a small laugh. “He reminds me of Mr. Darcy.” You said. “how so?” She asked. “He has the same retorts… And he doesn’t hold any punches when he talks to me.” You said. “And that pleases you?” Narcissa asked. “It means he knows I can handle myself…” You said. You looked over at Narcissa, that warm feeling returning. “I’m in love aren’t I?” You asked. “Head over heels.” Narcissa said. Draco smiled, walking past.

“what’s got you so giddy mister Draco?” Marie asked. He cleared his throat. “It’s just a very… Very good day don’t you think?” He asked. She rose a brow. “I suppose?” She said as he entered the library. “What on earth have I walked into?” She muttered to herself. She walked into the day room. “Uhm. Mrs. Malfoy?” Marie asked making you look up. “Hmm?” She asked. “Something strange is happening.” Marie said. “Oh?” Narcissa asked. “…Yes Draco was smiling like a madman earlier he almost seemed… Giddy? And poor Y/n walked out of the garden looking like she’s seen a ghost.” Marie said confused. “Wait, when did you see Draco?” You asked. “Just now, he was walking past–” “Oh no.” You said, cheeks heating up. “What’s wrong?” Marie asked. “It appears that we need THICKER DOORS.” You groaned making Narcissa chuckle. You got up and sighed. “Where are you off to?” Marie asked. “Killing an eavesdropping moron.” You muttered making Narcissa almost snort.

You stepped into the library and Draco looked up with a kind smile. Damn that adorable face. “Eavesdrop anything interesting lately?” You asked with a straight face. Draco chuckled. “It appears someone has become smitten.” He said. “Oh ha ha.” You said with an eye roll. “It appears we both feel the same way as well.” He said softly. You looked at him, brows raised. “I don’t… Think I quite follow… You.. you love me?” You asked. Draco laughed and shook his head. “Of course I do Y/n.” Draco said, shutting the book in his hand. He set it down. “You have become my world Y/n… I can only hope I’ve done the same for you.” He said softly. You let a smile fall over you. “Yes… Yes you have.” You admitted. He again, held your cheek. “I love you Y/n.” He said softly. “I love you too Draco.” You said softly. The gap between the two of you came to a close and he dropped the book entirely making you jump. He chuckled as did you before you noticed your sister standing there shocked. Your eyes widened and you shoved Draco away making him confused before he too noticed Marie. “Well it’s too late now, I’ve already seen your… Festivities.” She snorted. You rose a brow. “Festivities? Really Marie?” You asked. “I didn’t know you were in here!” She said. “All you said before you left was you were killing someone!” Marie added making Draco snort. You picked up his book and smacked his arm with it. “Idiot.” You murmured. “Yes, I am your idiot though.” He said softly. You smiled. “Are you prepared for the day after tomorrow?” Marie asked. “What’s then?” You asked. She blinked. “….You cannot be serious. How on earth do you forget your own birthday!?” She asked. Draco looked at you shocked. “Your birthday is this week!?” He asked. “It is!?” You asked. “My God woman, how have you lived this long?” She asked with a grin. “I’m sorry I barely remembered it’s Wednesday today and you’re expecting me to know that my birthday is in two days?” You asked making Draco laugh. “Draco really turned your head that much around hmm?” She teased. Your cheeks turned pink at the mention and Draco laughed. “To be fair she does the same for me.” Draco said. “Oh do I now?” You asked with a laugh. “Why do you think I can never seem to put a tie on?” He asked. You blinked a few times. “What?” You asked. “You’re correct, we’ve been to a private school Y/n, one of which includes ties in the uniform. I’ve had plenty of practice but living with you has made it very difficult to focus, especially  as of late.” He teased. Your face was redder by the second. “Oh come now Draco, you’re teasing her too intensely. Any more jabs at her now and she’ll be as red as a tomato.” Marie laughed. “You two are going to be the death of me!” You whined as you walked towards the door. “Where are you off to?” Draco asked. “Away, far away. I swear you two exist to torment my mental state.” You groaned making him laugh as you left. “You really do love her.” Marie noticed. Draco smiled. “Indeed I do.” He said with that ridiculous smile on his face. Marie shook her head. “Did you not realize it was her birthday?” She asked. “No. She never mentioned it to me, I’m honestly surprised that your father never brought it up.” Draco said. “They never celebrated birthdays. Mother always did, father, never.” Marie said. “Every time I’ve met your mother she doesn’t appear to care.” He said. “That’s because she’s our stepmother.” Marie said softly. Draco rose a brow. “Is you mother… Divorced?” “Passed on I’m afraid. When Y/n was nine.” Marie explained. “I see…” Draco said. “Was you father–” “In the pleasant mood he’s always in? Yes. All the time.” She muttered.

“hmm.” Draco nodded. “Elizabeth took the beatings after mother died… And then when Wesley and I married it was Y/n.” Marie said. “… You’re a twin?” Draco noticed. “Hmm? Oh no! No we happened to marry around the same. Y/n’s a triplet  though.” Marie answered. “What?” Draco asked, clearly surprised. “Oh yes. Thomas and…” Marie frowned. “Charles…” She muttered. Draco paused. “Oh… Oh no.” Draco said realizing something. “What’s wrong?” Marie asked. “was she close to Charles?” Draco asked. “Thomas and him both were.” Marie said. “Then I know why she didn’t want to remember her birthday.” Draco said. Marie facepalmed. “I feel so stupid I didn’t catch on before.” She said. Draco cleared his throat, before his eyes seemed to get huge. “What’s with you?” Marie asked. “I don’t have a present for my own fiancée…” He muttered. “Ohhh… Oh shite, I don’t either.” Marie said. “Wha– you’re the one that mentioned her birthday!” He said. “it took her twin sending me a letter to realize it was in two days!” Marie said. “…Diagon alley!” He said, snapping his fingers. “What?” She asked “We have to go to Diagon alley, now! We’ve got floo powder!” He said.

“Draco she spends most of her free time with you we would need…” She paused. “A distraction– would your parents be willing to help?” Marie asked. Draco set down the book and walked out. He stepped into his father’s study. “Father are you busy?” He asked. “Well–” “I need you to distract Y/n for two hours.” Draco said. “….Why, pray tell do you need me to distract her?” Lucius asked. “Y/n’s birthday is in two days, I need to get her a gift.” Draco said. “Two days? My goodness, why hasn’t she said anything?” Lucius asked. “She hasn’t kept up with the days since she moved in.” Draco explained. “Alright… How should I go about distracting her?” Lucius asked. “Give her something to do– Books! She loves to read or– Maybe get her to practice music!” Draco pondered. “Wait! You haven’t spent that much quality time with her, just get to know her!” He said. “…..Alright, how do I do that exactly?” Lucius asked. “Father, just do what you do with me.” He said. “But what if she’s easily distracted–” “I really need this father.” Draco begged. Lucius let out a long sigh and Draco stared at his father. “…fine… Send her in.” Lucius said. “Thank you father!” Draco said with relief. “Have fun.” He murmured as Draco ran off to find you.

It didn’t take long to find you, you were sitting on the bench, reading. Your ,h/c strands moving ever so slightly because of the breeze. Draco smiled as he walked over. You felt as if someone was watching you as you read, putting down your book to see Draco. “Hi.” You said softly. God your voice…. Seriously what did Draco drink this morning that made you lovely to him? “Father… Wanted to speak with you.” Draco said. “Hmm? Alright… Draco are you okay you seem… Distracted?” You asked. “You look radiant today, that’s all.” He said making you smile. “what did I do today to earn your attention this often?” You asked curiously. “hmm… I’m not sure, does breathing count?” Draco asked. He kneeled so he was closer to your face. “Your eyes are something poetry is often written about.” He said looking at you. “Did someone slip you Amortentia this morning?” You asked. “Nope. Just in love. That’s all.” He said. You put your book beside you, cupping his face in your hands. Draco smiled, moving strands of hair out of your eyes. You pressed a kiss to his forehead and sighed. “I suppose I should go see what your father needs–” “He can wait… For a little bit.” Draco said with a smile. You laughed and rolled your eyes. “You’re a child.” You said. “No, I just would like my future wife’s attention.” He said making you smile. He kissed you, making you smile. He loved seeing that smile now. Used to it was almost a sign of mockery or the result of him falling. Now it was the best parts of his day. He kissed your lips a couple of more times and you laughed. “I really should go see what your father wants Draco.” You said. He smiled and rolled his eyes. “Fine, but we are definitely continuing this later.” Draco said with a devious smirk. You shook your head as you walked into the manor. You walked to Lucius’ study and he looked up.

“Draco said you needed me?” You asked. “Uh…” Lucius seemed to halt his entire brain. Shit. One job Lucius. You have one job. “…I… Realized that I don’t really know you as well as Narcissa does… So…” He noticed Marie and Draco running into the library with a bag of floo powder. He flicked his wand ever so slightly so the door would close. “So?” You asked, raising a brow. “So tell me about yourself!” He said, way too excited in the subject. “Well… Uhm… What would you like to know?” You asked. Shit. “Uh–” seriously man, can you make another fucking noise!? The sounds of muffled shouting made you turn your head. “What’s your favorite number!?” Lucius asked, a slight deranged look appearing in his eyes. “….What?” You asked. “…. What’s your favorite number?” He asked. What kind of question is that? “…Eight… I guess?” You answered confused. “Alright, Draco wanted me to get to know you, I have absolutely no clue how to go about this.” Lucius finally snapped. You blinked. “But… Our relationship is fine?” You said confused. “Yes well he thinks we need to be closer.” Lucius said. “Hmm.. does that mean I’m allowed to ask questions too?” You asked. “Please do, this awkward silence will drive me mad if it’s held long enough.” He said. “How do you know my father?” You asked. “He works in the ministry. I was also present for his second marriage.” Lucius said. “I didn’t see you there?” You said confused. “I made it very very brief.” He said making you nod. “Do you get along with your stepmother?” Lucius asked. “… Not particularly.” You admitted. “Hmm. Good to know. She was dreadful even during the wedding.” Lucius said making you laugh. “Yep. sounds like her.” You nodded. “Do… Hmm.” Lucius pondered if his next question would make you uncomfortable. “do you enjoy the company of any of your family?” He asked. “All of my siblings are kinder than my parents. They could see the favoritism at a young age and stopped trying to please him as much as I did.” You explained. “Hmm… Well your brother would like to visit Friday–” you seemed to perk up at the mention of your brother. “Thomas?” You asked. “Yes… And Wesley.” He nodded. “I love spending time with my brothers sir.” You said with a smile. “I can see that. I’ll let them know they’re welcome to come here.” He said. “I will warn you… They might pull what Marie did and stay here until the wedding.” You warned. “It is customary for the family of the bride to stay with us a week prior from the wedding… Even though this is about three weeks early, I’ll allow it.” Lucius assured. You rose a brow. “Three weeks?” You asked. “Hmm?” Lucius asked. “The wedding…is in three weeks?” You asked. “Technically four. Why?” Lucius asked. “Nothing I just… It’s the first I’ve heard an official date.” You admitted. “I suppose you should talk to Narcissa about a dress… I’m not sure that’s actually in order.” Lucius said. You opened your mouth before hearing a loud crash making you stand. “What in the blazes was that!?” You asked. “Uhh–” you reached for the handle and the door opened before you could reach it. “….Draco what the hell happened to you?” You asked. “…Floo powder explosion” he admitted as he was covered in ash and soot. Lucius facepalmed and you started laughing making both of the men look at you. “You’re ridiculous, you know that?” You asked Draco, wiping away the ash on his face. He smiled and laughed. “Yes, it appears that way doesn’t it?” He asked. You shook your head. “Wait… Why would you need floo powder–” “I’m going to take a bath! I’ll be back.” Draco said before kissing your cheek and leaving. You rose a brow and turned back around. “You were distracting me weren’t you?” You asked. “What? No no no I–” you gave him a blank stare. “Yes. Yes I was.”

You ended up looking for Draco after an hour passed. “Draco can we– OH MY GOD!” You screamed after seeing him naked. You slammed the door closed, your heart pounding as you stood there. You could hear him laughing. “I already told you it’d be bound to happen.” Draco said. You almost seemed to be trying to hype yourself up to walk back in again. After all you did see…. GAH. NOT TIME TO THINK ABOUT THAT! You let out a long sigh. “Draco I’m walking in.” You said. You could do this, you could do this you could– you walked in and he was still shirtless making you nearly scream.

You could not do this.

Draco laughed, looking at your panic. “Love, this is bound to happen eventually.” Draco said. “How are you so comfortable with this?” You asked staring at the ceiling. “I’ve shown you some very vulnerable parts of my personality. Personally: I’d prefer you see me naked over watching me in a vulnerable state.” Draco said sliding on his shirt. You nodded. “Okay…. I guess that makes sense–” you said looking at Draco who was smiling at you. You rolled your eyes. “Take joy in my embarrassment, you’re the one that has to deal with me having to take a bath later. Then we’ll see who’s embarrassed.” You sassed. He chuckled. “Touché my dear, touché.” He said. You looked in his eyes and smiled before squinting. “…. You’re up to something!” You concluded. “What?” He asked. “You’re up to something! I don’t know what yet, but you’re up to something!” You said. “I am not…” He looked into your eyes. “Okay I may have something planned but I’m not saying what that is!” He said. “Pffff… You crack like your father does!” You said with a laugh. “I do not– Wait what does that mean?” He asked. “I asked if me being in his office was a distraction and he cracked.” You said with a laugh. “Damn it father!” He groaned. “So. Whatcha hiding?” You asked with a smirk. He shook his head. “I’m not saying. "Dracooo… What are you hiding?” You asked again. “not tellinnnggg!” He said walking past you. You smirked, jumping onto his back making him jump. “What the hell–” “Tell me!” You said. “No!” He laughed. Marie snorted seeing you on his back. “Am I to assume this is about…. The thing?” Marie asked. Draco nodded with a laugh and you hung over his shoulder making him laugh harder. “Tell meeeee!” You said. He snorted and you laughed before almost hitting the floor. Draco managed to grab you beforehand and he laughed harder. He kissed your face and you smiled. “You will be the death of me I swear.” He laughed.

Marie smiled. “we should get to dinner, I’m dying to get to know your parents!” Marie said. “They’re really sweet.” You said as Draco helped you up. You all walked into the dining room, taking your places. Lucius sat down, as did all of you. “So, there’s a boy named Thomas that is to stay with us?” Narcissa asked. “Hmm? Yes, it’s Y/n’s brother.” Lucius answered. “Oh! The triplet?” Narcissa asked. “You knew?” Draco asked. “I know plenty about your fiancee Draco, I have tea with her every Wednesday. You should join us one day, you might learn something new.” Narcissa said. “Oh he knows plenty about Y/n. Interests, hobbies, career choices.” Marie said. “Career choices?” Narcissa and Lucius asked. “Y/n would like to be an a Magizoologist.” Draco said making you raise a brow. “A Magizoologist? Like uhm… What’s that man’s name, we’ve met him six or seven times?” Lucius asked Narcissa. “Newt Scamander?” She asked. “That’s the one.” He nodded. “Wait wait wait. You’ve met the Newt Scamander?” You asked. “He comes to the Christmas party every year.” Draco said. “How– what!?” You gaped. Draco smiled at your bewilderment. “So you wish to study magical creatures?” Narcissa asked. “Yes… I know it’s crazy–” “It’s not crazy dear, it’s fascinating. When did you realize you wanted to study them?” Narcissa asked. “after I saved your son from a hippogriff.” You said making Draco nearly choke on his drink. “What?” Lucius asked. “In our third year we were given a new course of magical creatures. Potter ended up getting along quite nicely in the course. Draco… Not so much.” You teased. “He charged up to the damn thing and it nearly attacked him until I intervened.” You said. Draco looked at you. “That… That was you.” He remembered. “Yes I was usually put in the middle with your rivalry with Potter.” You said to him. He frowned. “You… Were?” He asked. “Yes. The hippogriff was just one of many occasions. There was the sink explosion that occured after you pissed off George, the argument over the goblet of fire where Ron got heated and accidentally elbowed me in the nose after you insulted him, me getting in trouble after taking the blame for something you did by the headmaster from Durmstrang, and my least favorite– the mandrake incident.” You listed. “….I didn’t realize I caused that much trouble.” He said. “you gave Fred and George a run for their money.” You admitted. “I’m genuinely sorry Y/n.” He said. “I resented you for a very long time but it no longer bothers me.” You shrugged. “…I do remember one incident with a creature in our fourth year.” Draco recalled. Lucius rose a brow. “Oh yes the” “Dragon.” Marie, you and Draco all recalled. “Dragon?!” Narcissa gaped. “Yes. In the tournament there was a challenge having to do with a dragon. Cedric nearly died to the damn thing.” Draco began to explain. “There was this scholarship like program that I was a part of where I worked close with Charlie Weasley and Hagrid. So as my training started at the beginning of the year, I basically had to raise the dragons in the tournament.” You explained. “She runs down there and calms it in seconds.” Draco said making Lucius raise a brow. “Really?” He asked. “I mean… Keeping Milk grass in hand while petting a dragon comes in handy…” You shrugged. “Milk what?” Narcissa asked. “It’s a grass that grows in the wizarding world– It uh its smell is very potent, smells sweet but dragons love the stuff. It’s the best way to keep them calm.” You said, seeming more interested as you answered. You noticed everyone looking at you. “Sorry… I just… Uhm.” You shifted. “You know, I bet Newt wouldn’t mind speaking with you about career possibilities.” Lucius said. You perked up as if you were a dog. “….Are you… Are you serious!?” You asked. “Consider it done” Lucius said. You stared at the table in shock. “Excuse my dear sister, her mind is now fried.” Marie teased. “What about you dear, do you work?” Narcissa asked. “I’m a journalist.” She said. “Oh goodness… Tell me you aren’t like that plague of a woman, Rita Skeeter.” Lucius said. Marie grimaced. “Absolutely not. I’d sooner shoot myself in the foot than stoop to that woman’s level.” Marie chuckled. “Good.” Lucius said relieved. “what is it you write?” Narcissa asked. “I write travel entries.” She said. “You travel?” Draco asked. You finally blinked away the disbelief. “She uhm.” You cleared your throat. “She travels with her husband.” You said. “So your husband and you travel?” Lucius asked. “He’s a soldier.” She said. “Oh. I take it he knows you’re here?” Draco asked. “Yes, though he’s usually out doing something… Dangerous.” She admitted. “Sweet as can be though.” You said. “God yes.” Marie nodded. “How did you all manage to be in reliable marriages if your father is… Well your father.” Draco asked. “Mm. Well when you’re a noble you go to many parties. You meet people, you befriend them. We set up a system you see.” Marie began. “We would basically befriend the noble boys and ask them politely to reject us so we could get to the one we actually would be okay marrying.” Marie explained. “Or in Y/n’s case, try to break them… And succeed.” Marie added making Draco laugh. “She’s spirited.” Draco said with a smile looking over at you. You smiled in return, looking at him with love. Lucius noticed and smiled. “You’re all excused.” Lucius said. You walked down the hallways to your room.

You stretched before going to the bathroom. Draco got changed and read a book while waiting for you. You came out a few moments later in a towel making him glance up before returning to the book. Then he realized… He looked back up and you were changing into your usual night clothes. Christ you were gorgeous. “Draco, I can feel your staring.” You said grabbing a shirt. “…. You’re fucking beautiful.” He gaped. You nearly turned around but your breasts being exposed made you turn back. “What the hell brought on the compliment?” You asked. “You. Literally looking like that.” He said. “I always look like this?” You said confused. “Yes but you’re beautiful– Am I not supposed to compliment you when you look stunning?” He asked. You laughed sliding on the shirt and turning to him. “I think the day we get married you might lose your mind then.” You said. “Mmm..” he looked at you and shook his head. “You were about to say something, what was it?” You asked laying down next to him. “It was nothing.” Draco said. “what was it?” You asked. He shook his head. “I’m not entirely sure you’d want to hear it.” He said. “Say it.” You said with an eye roll. “Dracoooo–” “I’d absolutely ravage you on our wedding night dear, do not push it.” He said in your ear making you turn crimson. He returned to his book as you stared off. “Y/n? Did I break you?” He asked. “Little bit.” You squeaked out. He snorted and you made a noise almost reminiscent of a deflating balloon. He laughed and closed his book. “Have you not thought about this?” He asked. “What? Sleeping with you?” You asked. “Yes.” He nodded. “I….” You swallowed you words down looking at him. “Uhm… Maybe a little too much.” You said before looking away. “Really?” He asked. “Yes! Okay, maybe I have! A few… Dozen times, but at least I don’t make comments like that!” You said making him laugh harder. “I didn’t make you uncomfortable did I?” He asked. “No! No I just– Gah, you’re absolutely frustrating sometimes!” You groaned. “What? Had your impure thought of the day?” He teased. You scoffed. “I do not have an 'impure thought of the day’. I am perfectly capable of making you just as squeamish as you’ve made me!” You said defiantly. “Oh? Is that so? Well let’s hear it then.” He said. “What!?” You asked. “Let’s hear you say something. Come on.” He teased. “Draco–” “What impure thought has crossed your mind that could possibly make me this ridiculous?” He asked. You rolled your eyes. “And silence has filled you yet again dear, I’m beginning to notice a pattern of–” “If you don’t stop with this talk, I will find some very creative and useful ways to make you shut it.” You said in his ear. A chill shot down his spine as you took your book off your nightstand and read with him staring at you. “Oh what now!?” You asked. “You know, you still owe me from earlier.” Draco said. “What?” You asked. “In the garden. When I kissed you.” He reminded. You looked over at him. He was smiling in a way you hadn’t seen before, all of his attention was solely focused on you. Your heart seemed to pound before you got up. “What are you doing?” he asked. “Getting some water.” You said walking out. You closed the door and walked to Marie’s room. “Marie? Can I come in?” You asked. “Yes dearie!” She said. You closed the door and she rose a brow. “You look like you’ve recovered from heat stroke, are you alright?” She asked.

“can I ask you a question?” You asked. “Yes?” She said confused. “When did you know you were ready to…” You paused. “Get married? Well I didn’t have much of a choice–” “N-no… That you were ready to… Do it.” You asked. “It? What is it?” Marie asked. You seemed to shift in place before she realized. “Ooohhh you mean sex!” She said. “SHHH! KEEP IT DOWN!” you said in a whisper shouting voice. “What? Afraid God will hear you?” Marie asked flatly. You sighed. “Why are you asking that though– ohmygod do you think that you’re going to?” She asked. “Well… I mean–” “I say go for it.” Marie said. “Wha– but how did you know?” You asked. “that I was ready?” Marie asked. “Yes!” You groaned. “because I trusted him. And I loved him.” Marie said. “…You didn’t feel it?” You asked. “I mean, yes it did involve me trusting myself to know that I was ready too.” She said. “…Do you think you’re ready?” Marie asked. You immediately thought of those ridiculously attractive grey eyes. “…I.. I am.” You nodded. “Well… Then congratulations?” She asked. You got up. “Where are you going?” She asked. “Sleep.” You said before leaving. You walked to your room and closed the door. “That must’ve been one big glass of water.” Draco teased. You jumped at his voice and he rose a brow. “Darling are you alright–” “Did you mean what you said?” You asked. “what?” He asked. “Earlier, did you mean what you said?” You asked. “About…?” Draco said. “Draco, do you want to actually sleep with me?” You asked. “Is that an offer?” He asked sarcastically. “YES!” You said. “….Wait seriously?” He asked. “Welcome to the wonders of a fiancée, who will usually sleep with you if you ask–” he closed the door behind you, kissing you passionately. You halted all means of speech as you locked the door.

He pulled away. “Are you sure about this? Do you really–” “Please.” You whispered. He kissed your neck, kissing that one spot that made you almost sink into him. “S-someone studied.” You said with a laugh. He kissed you again, both of his hands on your body. You melted into his grasp almost shivering at his touch. “Tell me you want this and I’ll keep going Y/n.” Draco told you. “I want this Draco.” You assured. He nodded, getting up and lifting you up. “What are–” “Bed.” He said before kissing you passionately. You ran your fingers through his hair, as he sat you on the edge of the bed removing your shirt after pulling off his own his own. “What?” You asked. He chuckled and kissed you again. You held his face and he held you close as you both leaned back onto the bed. He kissed down your body, each kiss sweeter than the last. Your breath hitched as Draco pulled off your pj bottoms. He pulled off your underwear, his lips kissing your inner thigh making you almost shiver at the contact. His tongue moved and you gripped the sheets at the contact. “D-draco– A-ah!” You gasped. He ran his fingers over your arms lightly before holding your hand as you held back a few moans. He pulled back before kissing you. “Draco… I need you.” You whispered as he rested his forehead on yours. He kissed your forehead before inserting himself in you. You arched your back and gasped as he moved slowly. It hurt at first and he could tell, cupping your cheek with a hand. You slowed your breathing as the pain quickly went away. “You.. you can move.” You whispered. As he quickened the pace as he ran his fingers over your arms and held your hands in his as you moaned. “Dr-Draco oh god–” you breathed. He kissed you, holding you close before both of you came.

He collapsed next to you looking at you. “So is this a regular thing now orrr–” “Oh bite your tongue.” You said with a laugh. He kissed you and you smiled, resting your forehead on his. “I love you Y/n.” He said. “I love you too Draco.” You said softly. Sleep was easy to you that night, no nightmares bombarding your inner thoughts. You woke up to the morning light hitting your eyes. You blinked a few times and leaned up. Draco inhaled sharply before doing the same. “Morning.” You said with a smile. “Morning.” He said before kissing you. You let your feet touch the floor before immediately falling. Damn your sore legs, Marie couldn’t have added that that might be a problem? Draco immediately got up and helped you up. “Uhm… Are you alright?” He asked as your legs shook. “You did this you little shit.” You said. He resisted a snort and lifted you up. “Wha– where are we going!?” You asked. “Bath, your muscles are sore Love.” He said. “And how, pray tell, do you know this?” He asked. “I’ve asked some… Unsavory questions to friends who might’ve had sex in school?” He said. “You could just say you aren’t a virgin, I mean who’s that good their first time?” You said with a laugh as you slowly got into the tub. “Actually that was my first time.” He said. “There is no way that’s true.” You said. Draco chuckled and turned on the hot water. “Despite what you believe, it’s the truth.” Draco said. “….What kind of questions did you ask these friends of yours!?” You realized making him snort.

You took a bath, your muscles, thankfully relaxing and allowing you to stand again. Draco left some clothes for you on the counter next to the sink. You put them on noticing a scar on your back and making you shake your head. You walked out and Draco was standing on the terrace of the room. You smiled and walked out, him wrapping an arm around you. “This is a beautiful day.” Draco said. “If you start getting sappy I’m going to leave.” You joked. He chuckled and kissed your face. You smiled and heard a knock on the door. “Did we ever unlock the door?” You asked. “No, I don’t think we did.” He answered. You opened the door and Marie was holding a cup of tea. “Morning you two.” She said handing you the cup. “Mind if I whisk her away for a bit?” Marie asked Draco. “Not at all, have fun dear.” He said before giving you a quick kiss and walking past you.

“Soooo.” She said as you walked. You sipped the tea. “How was last night?” She asked making you cough it up. She chuckled. You coughed a few more times and finally answered. “Christ, give me a warning!” You said. “Well I think that was plenty of an answer.” She said with a devious laugh. “So did you… Y'know?” She asked. “Marie!” You whined. “You roped me into this, remember that!” She said. “…It was nice.” You finally said. “Oh so you did–” “YES OKAY, NOW CAN WE DROP IT!?” you begged. “Alright alright! So, read anything new lately?” She asked. “Well–” “Y/n, would you mind coming with me?” Lucius asked. You turned around. “Is everyone going to be asking me this today?” You asked. Marie took your cup and you rose a brow. “Go, I’ll be out here.” She said with a smile. You shrugged, walking with Lucius. “Where are we going?” You asked. “Now I’m sure you know the answer to this.” Lucius said with a laugh. “Your study. Right! Right.” You nodded making him chuckle you walked in and froze to a middle aged man in a blue jacket with a suit case.

“Merlin’s beard… Do not tell me that’s–” “Happy early birthday, this is Mr. Newt Scamander.” Lucius said. “Gah…. I… I…” Your mind seemed to just freeze. “Is she having a stroke– is she okay?” Newt worried. “No! No! I’m okay I just… Wow you’re standing here in front of– Niffler!?” You said making him raise a bow. You slipped past him, scooping up the magical creature and tickling it to get it to empty its pouch. Pens and coins toppled out and you chuckled. “Come on, there’s more than that.” You said before a pen dropped to the floor. Newt rose a brow, as you handed him the niffler. “He’s a little devil this one, thank you.” He said putting him in the suitcase. “So I suspect you know why I’m here?” Newt asked. “Uh… I apologize, I actually don’t.” You said. “Oh. Well I’m here to train you.” He said. “Sorry what?” You asked. “I am here to take you on as an apprentice where you will study animals and eventually go into the field you’d like.” He further explained. “I see… Wow.. uhm.. thank you Lucius.” You said. “No need, he’s heard of you.” Lucius said. “Wait what– seriously!?” You gaped. “It’s not every day you hear of a student taming a dragon.” Newt said. “I… I am rendered speechless I am so sorry.” You said. “I’m quite anxious around people too, don’t worry. Why don’t you change into some pants and we’ll begin work in the….?” He looked over to Lucius. “…Patio is fine.” Lucius said. “Patio!” Newt nodded.

You basically sprinted for your room, changing as quickly as possible when Draco walked in. “Woah there, careful, what’s going on?” Draco asked. “Newt Scamander is taking me on as an apprentice!” You said as you slid on pants. “Darling that’s fantastic!” Draco said with a smile. “We’re beginning work now, I am way too excited Merlin’s beard!” You said putting on a shirt. “Good luck!” He said. You nodded and ran out the door. He chuckled to himself and grabbed a book before feeling a hand on his shoulder he turned around and you kissed him before running off. “Love you!” You said. “Love you too!” He laughed.

You ran outside, dressing almost like Hermione when you two would hang out. Actually you were 95% sure this shirt was Hermoine’s. “Alright let’s do this!” You said excitedly. He nodded and opened the suitcase before climbing into it. You stared at it for a minute before his hand popped out motioning for you to go down. You climbed down, seeing a small shack. “Woah… How come you never included this in your book?” You asked. “I didn’t want to include it because my book ended up amongst the muggles as well.” Newt said. “Ah.” You nodded. “Hand me the bucket next to you dear.” He said. You picked it up and he hacked a piece of meat into pieces. You noticed a picture near the door and you rose a brow. “Who’s that?” You asked. “Hmm? Oh… An old friend.” He said. You nodded and looked around at the tables, with scattered work supplies. “Alright. Let us begin.” He said opening the wooden door. You walked through it and were met with various magical creatures, making you gape. “Wow.” Was all you could muster out. He walked to a large creature, a glowing forehead. “Is this an Erumpent?” You asked. “Hmm? Yes, be careful the–” “Venom makes people explode.” You said stepping back. He nodded. “You know a lot about this already.” He noticed. “I read your book and worked with Charlie Weasley.” You said looking at the mooncalves. He handed you pellets and you fed them with a smile. “Do you mind holding the niffler while I handle the Occamies?” He asked. You nodded and he handed you the small little guy, it staring up at you. You smiled and pet it, it nuzzling into your hand. “He seems to like you.” Newt noticed. “Hmm?” You asked. “the Niffler, it likes you.” Newt said. “Oh… He’s a cute little guy.” You said with a smile. You handed him back and Newt took him. “Every day you will be given an interaction with a new magical creature. Sometimes it will be in the case, other times it will not be.” Newt explained. You nodded. “If you happen upon a creature that is to be in this case that isn’t here please let me know or handle it with caution before bringing it to the case.” He warned. “It happens often?” You asked. “No amount of locks can stop a Niffler.” Newt said looking at him. You noticed a little green figure holding onto his jacket. “Hi there.” You said softly. It retreated behind his coat’s collar. “Pickett she’s going to be here a while, you need to make friends.” He said. Pickett slowly peaked his head out and you smiled. “A bowtruckle? Aren’t they introverted?” You asked. “Yes they are, I must ask: were you a hufflepuff?” He asked. “Yes, how’d you know?” You asked. “I am too.” He said pointing to the scarf on a rack. “you would think Hagrid would mention this.” You laughed. He smiled and put down the now empty bucket. “Alright. Time for your first interaction. The Demiguise. What do you know about it?” He asked. “They can turn invisible and they’re herbivores, aren’t they?” You asked. “Yes.” Newt nodded. He allowed one to climb up his arm before motioning for it to go to you. It climbed back to the floor, it climbing up your side like a sloth. You smiled. “Hi there.” You said softly. It seemed to almost hug you. “did you name any of the creatures besides Pickett?” You asked. “Oh yes. All of them have names… Except for the Niffler that was near you earlier, he’s a younger one.” Newt said. “You should name him Bandit. It makes sense because of the–” “Stealing, how clever.” Newt nodded. “What do you think, hmm?” He asked the Niffler. It seemed to have a positive response to the name. “Bandit.” He nodded. “This is such a calm creature… Why would anyone ever want to hurt it?” You asked. “to make invisibility cloaks.” Newt said with a frown. “Some times I think the biggest monsters are people.” You muttered. “I share that sentiment.” He agreed. You heard a knock and rose a brow. Newt slipped past you. “What’s the Demiguise’s name?” You asked. “Dougal.” He answered before disappearing into the room. You smiled, looking at Dougal. “You’re so soft… You almost remind me of a sloth.” You muttered. Newt popped his head back out. “Dinner is ready.” Newt said. “Wait, it’s been that long?” You asked. Newt nodded and the Demiguise climbed down. You both walked out and you rose a brow. “Uh… Was the Niffler supposed to follow?” You asked as you noticed the Niffler on the patio table. “Bandit. No.” Newt warned. It scurried off. “That’s not good.” You muttered before both of you booked it. You walked the hallway to the bedroom and frowned. “Y/n? Did Marie tell you that dinner was served or–” “Yes I’m coming I just…. Wait. Where’s the box?” You asked. “What?” Draco asked. “The thimble box– he was here– Bandit!” You called. Draco rose a brow as you walked into your bedroom. You stopped in the doorway looking around. “What are you looking for?” Draco asked. “The niffler– FOUND IT! NEWT!” you called. Newt sprinted down the hall to find it on your dresser trying to hold still. You sprinted to it catching it before it could run off. You tickled it and a bunch of shiny things hit the floor. “Bandit, come on… We know there’s more.” You said before a couple of other things hit the floor. “He’s good.” You said giving Bandit back. Draco rose a brow as you all walked to the dining room. “So… Why was there a Niffler in our room?” Draco asked. “A lock can’t stop a Niffler.” Newt said, referring to what he said to you earlier. “Okayy?” Draco said confused. “I’m going to put him back in the case, tell your father please.” Newt said.

You sat at the table and Draco smiled looking at you. “Excited for your 19th birthday?” Marie asked. “ I guess.” You shrugged. “come on, you’ll probably get to see Thomas!” She said. You smiled to yourself as Newt took a seat. “Your birthday is tomorrow?” He asked. “Yep.” You shrugged. “not a fan?” Newt asked. “if you knew my father you’d get it.” You shrugged. “Maybe I do, what’s his name?” Newt asked. “Henry L/n.” You shrugged. Newt’s face dropped. “You know him?” Marie asked. “Very cruel hearted. Very angry.” He said. “Yes, that sums him up perfectly.” You said. “ His wife was always kind, Dalia correct?” He asked. “Yes. She passed ten years ago.” Marie said. “Oh… I’m sorry.” Newt said. “It’s alright. Mother was wonderful.” You said. Narcissa noticed your eyes, them seeming to glaze over. “So, what about your brother, what’s he like?” Lucius asked, hoping to catch your attention. You stayed silent though, deep in thought. “Y/n?” Draco asked softly. You snapped out of your fog. “Sorry, what was your question?” You asked. “your brother Thomas, what’s he like?” Lucius asked. “Think of me, but male.” You said. “Oh boy.” Draco said making Marie chuckle. You rolled your eyes. “ When is the engagement party?” You asked. “Two weeks.” Narcissa said. “Who would you like to invite?” Lucius asked. “Well… Harry potter is a dear friend. And the Weasley’s are like family. So is Hermione…” You said. “hmm. I’ll invite them then."Lucius nodded. "You got along with Ron?” Draco asked. “Sometimes. He did get a little annoying fourth year though.” You said. “Most of the time I’ve heard you talking about the Weasley’s it was talking about Fred and George.” Marie said. “They’re like my brothers, Thomas loves them.” You admitted. “Molly did always love you, as did Arthur.” Marie nodded. “Did they know about… Your father?” Narcissa asked. “Yes. Y/n would often hide there to escape.” Marie said. You took a long sip of water. “I see. So you all were really close.”

“NO I DON’T WANT TO GO!” You could hear your screams in your mind making you swallow your water.

“LET GO OF ME!” you remembered, making you clear your throat.

You let out a small shaking breath which Draco heard. “May we be excused?” He asked looking at you. Lucius noticed the look in your eyes and nodded. Draco took your hand, helping you out of your seat before leaving the adults to speak. “Henry hurt that girl didn’t he?” Newt asked. “Yes. According to Draco there’s scars.” Lucius nodded. “All of us have them.. except for the males.” Marie said. “What?” Narcissa asked. “Father wanted sons. He wasn’t a fan of a largely female household.” Marie said. “I will admit though, Y/n usually took the beatings the worst though. She usually took them for the triplets.” Marie explained. “triplets?” Lucius asked. “Yes. There was Elizabeth, the eldest, Joanna the second eldest, me, Y/n then the triplets, Susan, Lila and Elise.” Marie said. “I see… Then three sons, correct?” Lucius asked. “Yes.” She nodded. “Y/n herself is a triplet isn’t she?” Narcissa asked. “Yes. Charles, Thomas and her are triplets. Joanna and Phillip are twins.” Marie said. “Are multiple children such as twins common amongst your family?” Lucius asked. “Just in our home. Not sure why.” She shrugged. “All the more to love though!” She chuckled. “Do you have any children?” Narcissa asked. “No, I’m afraid I’m incapable.” Marie said. “Goodness. I’m so sorry.” Narcissa said. “It’s alright. My husband and I plan on adopting after the next move.” She said. “Best of luck to you.” Newt said. “thank you.” She nodded.

You paced. “Why does my anxiety have to plague me at the dinner table, why?” You groaned. “Y/n, you’re fine, father understands.” Draco said softly. “I want to be normal. Why can’t I be normal!?” You asked. “Because you’re extraordinary.” Draco said. “…Your positivity is both reassuring and annoying.” You sighed before hugging him. He held you close, kissing your head. “I really do wish you’d be a bit more excited over your birthday though.” Draco said. “What, is something happening that day?” You asked. “Darling you act like you’ve never actually…” He looked at you. “You’ve never celebrated a birthday have you?” Draco asked. “I have. With the Weasley’s.” You muttered. “Well this time you have a loving fiancée and your personal hero to keep you company.” Draco said. You smiled. “Okay okay… I guess it’s not… So bad but no cake, I’m actually not a fan of cake.” You said. “Ah. Noted. Let’s go to bed… After we put back what that Niffler thing tried to take.” Draco said with a laugh.

You woke up in the middle of the night, not daring to wake Draco. You sat on the terrace, staring at the stars. You noticed the clock on the dresser hit twelve and you sighed. “Happy birthday to me” you murmured. You noticed Newt with a creature walking through the night and smiled. Maybe just maybe this birthday wouldn’t be so bad.

You finally went back to bed and slept soundly for the rest of the night. Although the next morning you woke up with Draco carrying you breakfast. “Morning dear.” He said. “What the– what’s this?” You asked. “Breakfast– don’t worry I didn’t cook it.” He assured. You laughed. “Thank you.” You said kissing him. You both ate and laughed at stupid jokes before getting dressed. “I should go see if Newt needs anything before doing anything.” You said. “Actually he’s expecting you elsewhere.” Draco said. “What do you have planned?” You asked. “You will see.” Draco said with a smile. You rolled your eyes as you followed Draco. “I swear, I’m going to assume you’ve held the damn girl captive Marie with the way you’re treating this!” You heard a voice say. “Is that–” “Thomas, relax the boy she’s engaged to loves her and cares for her.” Marie said. You opened the door and your eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. Draco smiled as Thomas hugged you. “It’s been too long!” He said. “You’ve otherwise gotten taller or I’m getting shorter.” Thomas said making you laugh. “I’ve missed you! How’s Delilah?” You asked. “Oh, she’s lovely, she says hello she’ll be here for the wedding along with the children.” Thomas said. He noticed Draco and rose a brow. “Hello.” Draco greeted. Thomas shook his hand before you noticed a glint. “Oh no.” You sighed. “What’s with you?” Thomas asked. “I think–” “WHAT IN THE BLAZES IS THAT!?” Narcissa screamed making Draco jump. You facepalmed. “Newt really needs a new locking device.” You sighed before running out. You looked for the Demiguise, knowing damn well that Dougal probably turned invisible when Narcissa was frightened. “Dougal. Sweetie, I’m here.” You said softly, looking for the slight disfigurement of it’s invisibility. Finally you noticed it and picked it up. Dougal dropped the invisibility and you kissed it’s head. “I’m here little guy. Let’s find Newt okay?” You said. You walked with Dougal in your arms leaving Draco and Thomas both gaping at your calmness to the strange creature wrapped around you. “Newt! I found Dougal.” You said. “What– Oh goodness he must’ve slipped past.” Newt said. You gave Dougal to Newt. “Oh Y/n, I’m actually glad you’re here I have something for you.” He said. You rose a brow as he pulled out Bandit. “Uh…” You paused. “He’s yours. He has literally been found in your room four times this morning.” Newt said. “How did I not wake up?” You asked. “No clue. Your fiancée screamed at one point after he saw him sleeping on your head.” Newt said. “I’ll keep him safe, don’t worry.” You said with a smile. “Hi Pickett.” You greeted the small bowtruckle on Newt’s coat. It peaked out and you smiled. “Morning– Oh boy the small visitor is back.” Draco said looking at the Niffler. “He’s now your fiancée’s, and yes they can be trained.” Newt said. “Heard that you screamed this morning?” You asked Draco as Bandit seemed to perch on your shoulder. “Oh goodness did he! He also fell off the bed.” Marie laughed. “Okay, not everyone wakes up and expects to see that next to them!” Draco said. “Oh yes. Bandit is sooo terrifying.” You laughed. Thomas smiled and Draco shook his head. “He just likes shiny stuff but I think I can keep him from going ballistic over everything here.” You said with a smile. The Niffler nuzzled into your touch making you smile. “Oh, father also has something for you.” Draco said. “What? But he’s already done so much?” You said confused. “Yes well, you are quickly becoming a favorite around here.” Draco said kissing your head. You smiled and put the Niffler on Draco’s shoulder. “Uhhh–” “He stays with us now, you’ll have to be aquatinted eventually love.” You said. Draco nodded and looked at the creature as you walked to the study. “Hello?” He said to him. Bandit cocked his head to the side confused by this new person.

You knocked on the door. “Come in.” Lucius said. You walked in and he nodded. “Draco said you needed me.” You said. He pushed a box forward making you raise a brow. “Open it.” He said. You nodded and opened the box to see a Malfoy family ring resting in it. You looked at him and then the box. “This is a family ring.” You said. “Yes. We wear these proudly and you are apart of our family now Y/n.” He said. You smiled and slid it on your finger. “Thank you.” You said. “You’re wel–” you hugged Lucius catching him off guard. He slowly hugged you back and you pulled away. “Thank you. For everything.” You said softly. “You’re very welcome Y/n.” He said. You heard Draco running. “Slow down! If he knows you’re chasing him he’ll just get crafty with hiding!” Newt warned. You facepalmed and walked out to find Bandit crawling up your pants leg. “He went to find Y/n!” Thomas said. “Oh now that’s just precious.” Marie said. You smiled, petting the creature before Thomas noticed the ring. “that’s a family ring.” He said. “Mmhmm.” You nodded looking at him. “You’re fitting in nicely here…” Thomas said. “You’re going all brother on me again Thomas, I’m safe here I promise.” You said softly. “As long as they are keeping father away from you.” Thomas said. “They are Tommy.” Marie said.

You all sat around in the garden. “how is Phillip?” You asked, using a coin to keep Bandit at bay. “ Violet is pregnant.” Thomas said. “Finally!” Marie said. “first child… How mad has he gone?” You asked. “Baby proofing EVERYTHING.” Thomas laughed. Draco smiled as he sat next to you. “Tell me, have you been treating my sister well?” Thomas asked. “Yes Thomas. He has” you said with an eye roll. “I have. I love your sister.” He said looking at you. “If you hurt her, mental or physical just know there’s eight siblings who can and will kill you.” He threatened. Draco looked at you. “If I ever did any of that I’d kill myself.” Draco said. Thomas rose a brow. “… Good answer.” Thomas said. “So… Marie tells me you two have gotten close” Thomas said. “Yes Thomas. Come on quit interrogating them–” “How close are we talkin’ here?” He asked looking at Draco, practically searing holes into him. “…Uhm..” Draco looked really uncomfortable. “Thomas.” You sighed. “I love her. Truly.” Draco said. “Yes, tell me a fun fact about knowing my sister then. When was the first time you noticed her?” Thomas asked. Bandit chased the coin in a small circle. “The Yule ball in our fourth year.” He admitted making all movement from you stop. “What?” You asked. “The Yule ball. You went with Fred because neither of you had dates, he was waiting by the steps, when you came down in a black dress.” Draco said. “Y… You actually noticed?” You gaped. “how could I not? You were beautiful.” Draco said with a smile. You continued to play with the coin and Bandit continued playing. “… I’ll trust you. For now. One slip up though and I’m putting your corpse in a dumpster.” Thomas said. Draco cleared his throat. “I didn’t think you knew I existed.” You admitted. “I knew. I noticed you in our second year when during Christmas you sat with me and said Merry Christmas.” He reminded. “… No offense darling. But why’d you act like such an ass then?” You asked. “Because I didn’t handle my feelings well. I was a child who took house wars WAY too seriously.” Draco reminded. “Truth was I wanted to know you but I just didn’t voice it properly.” He admitted. “So. How did you not recognize that I was in the middle of that petty rivalry?” You asked. “I knew. And for the most part I tried to keep you out of it. I took a lot more hits than you remember.” Draco said. “How so?” Thomas asked. “The fight in the bathroom. It started because it was about you. I asked Blaise, who by the way was the reason for a lot of the 'wrong place, wrong time’ crap, to keep you out of it. He called me a Blood traitor, next thing I knew I punched him.” Draco explained. Then it REALLY registered. All of the times you were in the center of crap, Blaise was the one who put you there. He always would slip it into your mind before hand. “I did care. But again, in school I was an ass who didn’t want to admit that.” Draco said. You kissed him and he smiled. “What was that for?” Draco asked. “Always looking out for me.” You said with a smile. Thomas gagged and Marie rolled her eyes, dragging him off as she got up. “Why am I being dragged!?” Thomas asked. “Let’s leave them alone for a bit!” Marie said shoving him inside.

You laughed and Bandit crawled into your lap, tired from chasing the coin. “ Looks like you tired him out.” Draco said. “Yep. I did that on purpose.” You said with a smile. Draco pulled out a small box and you blinked. “Draco, you didn’t need to get me anything.” You said. “Hmm. But I did.” He said. You opened it and smiled. “It’s a locket… Draco it’s beautiful.” You said softly. Draco kissed you and you smiled. “Happy birthday darling.” Draco said softly.

You ended up having fun for the most part, Draco enjoying seeing you with a smile. You’d have a few spaced out moments but overall you enjoyed the day. “So how’s taking care of Bandit?” Newt asked. “I’ve figured out a way to tire him out and he now sleeps in my sock drawer.” You said making Lucius raise a brow. “Have you enjoyed your birthday dear?” Narcissa asked. “For the first time I can actually say yes.” You said with a smile. “I’m glad. We do enjoy seeing you happy here Y/n, you deserve to be.” She said. “Joanna sent me a letter, she says happy birthday you two.” Marie said sitting down. “How are the triplets?” You asked. “They’re all taking up some interests.” Marie said. “Elise’s is literature isn’t it?” You asked. “Yes, who would’ve thought that she picked up a trait from the sibling who impacted her the most?” Marie asked sarcastically. “Do the triplets not live with your father?” Draco asked. “No, Joanna took them after she moved.” Thomas answered. “Thank goodness.” Lucius nodded. “How’s Jacob?” You asked making Newt nearly choke. “Newt, are you alright?” You asked. “Yes. Yes I’m fine.” He nodded. Wrong Jacob, Newt. “He’s well.” Marie nodded. “Does your sister have children?” Lucius asked. “No, she’s unable sir.” Marie answered. “Is this a common thing amongst the women?” Narcissa asked. “Yes. But we’ve already made sure that Y/n is perfectly able to have children.” Marie said. Draco smiled to himself thinking of the idea of you being a mother. “What is your other brother like?” Lucius asked Thomas. “Hmm? Oh Phillip? He’s stern but at the end of the day would protect us from whatever would try to hurt us. He was father’s favorite.” Thomas answered. “Will you be staying with us?” Lucius asked. “if you don’t mind.” Thomas said. “Not at all. Newt did you sleep well last night in the cabin?” Lucius asked. “Yes, thank you. You rose a brow. "We have a cabin?” You asked. “Yes, more like a cottage really.” Narcissa answered before a knock was heard. Lucius walked out and you took a sip of water. “I’m glad today has been great dear, it’s always nice to see you with a smile.” Narcissa said. “There she is!” A familiar female voice said making you stand up. “Molly!” You said with a smile. She hugged you as did the twins. “I invited them for dinner. After all this day should be celebrated with your family.” Lucius said nodding to you. You smiled as Fred and George sat on your left. “Wait then that means–” “This place is huge.” Ron gaped. “Ron!” Hermione and Ginny both hushed. “Well I mean he’s not wrong.” Harry said. Draco looked at Lucius with a “you couldn’t have told me sooner!?” Look. “Harry!” You said with a smile. “Y/n! How’s being engaged– Christ we’re getting old.” He grimaced as he realized how adult that sounded. You laughed and Ginny hugged you. “It’s been great actually, this is actually feels like home now.” You answered making Lucius smile. “We’re glad you’re away from Henry.” Arthur said sitting down. “Thomas, happy birthday to you too.” Molly said. “Thank you Molly.” he said with a smile. “How are all of you?” You asked. “Welllll…” Molly looked at Ginny. “Harry and I are engaged.” Ginny said making you gasp. “Blazes– congratulations!” You said. “So is Ron and Hermione.” Harry said. You laughed. “You sure you can put up him that long?” You asked her making Hermione snort. “I’m not deaf!” Ron said. “We know.” Everyone said in unison. You smiled before noticing something behind Newt. “Crap.” You muttered. Draco noticed it too and he stood up. “You flank left, I’ll go right.” He said. Newt rose a brow as both of you cornered the Niffler. Bandit slipped past you though and you both exchanged a “Crap.” Look before both of you chased after it. “What in the world?” Molly asked. “I gifted Y/n a niffler this morning. It appears to have waken up from it’s nap.” Newt said. “Wait, you’re Newt Scamander!” Hermione said. “What like our old text book?” Ron asked. “Yes!” She said. “Oh. Hey! I knew that!” Ron said making Fred laugh. There was a loud noise followed by a “GOT HIM!” making Harry almost snort.

But it was the state that Draco returned that made everyone almost die of laughter. He was soaked. Or at least the top half of him was. “….What happened?” Narcissa asked, also trying to contain laughter. “He turned on the bath while I was chasing him.” Draco said, dripping. Lucius nearly snorted as you walked out unscathed and the niffler resting on your shoulder. “Sh-shall we adjourn to the day room?” Narcissa asked trying not to laugh. “May I change… Please?” Draco asked. “Mmhmm.” Lucius nodded. The second the door closed all of you started laughing. “I swear, Bandit almost seems to be taunting Draco.” You laughed. “Right on little man.” Fred said as he stood up, looking at the Niffler.

You all sat around, exchanging Hogwarts stories. Some making you laugh as you sat next to Draco (who was now dry.) You were happy, truly so. A smile never disappeared, especially now that it felt like your family was here. Draco even seemed to be civil with Harry, the two of them almost looking back at the past few years with amusement. Newt made sure the Niffler was put up for the rest of the night, noticing a tired expression. You were exhausted from all of the interaction, your head falling onto Draco’s shoulder. He stopped talking, looking over at your sleeping face and smiled. “I’ll be back to see you off.” Draco said before lifting you up and carrying you out. He kissed your head, noticing again that the Niffler managed to get in here again but choosing to ignore the creature as it chose to rest on pillow near your head.

Draco did see them off, thanking them for being there for you. Molly smiled as they walked. “He’s become a fine young man.” She said. “Indeed.” Arthur agreed. “Definitely more bearable than from what he was in school.” Harry said. “Seems to really love Y/n.” Hermione said. “He seems absolutely smitten.” Ginny chuckled. “I’m worried about that.” George said. “Why?” Molly asked. “What’s Henry going to think?” Fred asked. Arthur nodded knowingly. “I see what you mean. But by this point it’s out of his hands.” Arthur said. “Hmm? How so?” George asked. “An arrangement like this would require the male’s consent. The engagement can’t be called off unless Draco chooses to.” Arthur shrugged. “Thank God.” Fred and George said in unison.

The next few weeks were dedicated to the wedding, dress after dress, flower after flower. Your escape lied with Newt and Draco, studying animals and spending time with Draco. Now the family was here in the manor, your father staying under the same roof making it hard to focus on anything. You wouldn’t leave Draco’s side, not once. Dinner would be painfully awkward with both of your brothers now drilling holes into Draco. Your sisters would try to get them to stop but your father would be making subtle jabs towards any confidence you may have built. Finally it was a day before the wedding and you were a mess. Stupid rules say that you were to not see Draco until the wedding. “are you excited?” Narcissa asked. “Yes. I just wish I could see him now.” You sighed as you took a sip of tea. “I’m just glad it’s out of father’s hands now.” Joanna mumbled. “Me too.” You nodded. “I feel like he’s lurking around every corner.” Marie said with a sigh. “It’s like we’re always walking on thin ice or something.” Elise murmured. “This whole week has stressed Draco out.” You said. “Why?” Marie asked. “Why? Well let’s see, we’ve got a man who’s straight out of a fucking Lovecraft novel roaming about, we have my brothers mentally killing him in their minds, you have my step mother who lurks like a snake through the halls and the occasional animal getting lose.” You said with a sigh as Bandit played with Sophia. “I just want to spend time with Draco. Is that bad?” You asked. “You’ve been jittery all week, I suppose he’s like a comfort to you.” Joanna said. “Jittery?” Narcissa asked. “She’s been anxious all week. Lot of pacing.” Joanna said. “Draco has been doing that all morning.” Narcissa chuckled. “Really?” You asked. “Yes, he’s been rambling all morning about you, saying he wants to make you happy” Narcissa said. All of the women made audible coos and you chuckled. “I love that man.” You sighed. “I just wish I could SEE him. Like why the hell would you separate us?” You grumbled. “Funny, about a month ago you would’ve begged for this to happen.” Narcissa teased. “Har. Har.” You laughed dryly. You sighed and noticed a hippogriff through the window. “Shit.” You said. “What– What in Merlin’s Beard is that!?” Joanna asked before you got up, rolling up your sleeves. “A hippogriff” you said before walking out.

Draco sighed. He never realized how much of his daily routine now revolved around you until he had to be separated from you. He bit into an apple before looking up at a looming shape to see a hippogriff. “…Fuck.” he mumbled looking at it. It seemed to growl, watching his movements. What is it that you did that day that made it calm down before!? “uh… Nice bird… Thing?” He said confused. It got closer before you jumped in front of it. “Eli, eyes on me!” You said. It attempted to look at Draco but you snapped your fingers. “Eyes on me!” You said sternly. “Eli, it’s me… Focus. Focus.” You said soothingly. “Draco, bow.” You instructed. He nodded and bowed to it, the hippogriff reciprocating the sentiment. “Good boy. Let’s go find Newt.” You said softly. You looked at Draco. “Wanna sneak off with me?” You asked. “Absolutely.” Draco nodded. You both walked along side the creature to the patio. Newt now usually worked there but you were met with your father. “Fuck.” You mumbled. “Ah. You.” He said looking at you. “Father.” You said. Eli seemed to not like the presence of him. “Uh oh.” You mumbled watching Eli gear up. “Father bow.” You said. “Excuse me?” He asked. “Bow! To the creature it will attack if you don’t!” You warned. “I will not–” Eli reared up making it jump back until Newt intervened. “Into the case!” He said guiding him into it. He locked the case and sighed. “That thing needs to be put down.” Henry said with a hiss. “That thing wouldn’t have attacked if you would’ve listened!” Draco said. “Careful with that mouth boy.” He said. “I tried to warn you.” You said with a frown before noticing a Demiguise. “Newt how long has your case been unlocked?” You asked. “I’m not sure why?” You asked. “Dougal is in a tree.” You said. Newt sighed and walked over to the tree. “These pests are a nuisance.” Your father grumbled. “These 'pests’ are amazing and if you had half a mind you’d see that!” You snapped. Your father scowled at you and seemed to gear up to hit you before a cane stopped him. “Touch her and the ministry will find out about your deeds Henry.” Lucius warned. Henry scoffed. Your sisters came outside to see the commotion along with Narcissa. “You will do no such thing” your father said. “He can, and he will if he has evidence.” Joanna said. “Shut your mouth–” “No! We have dealt with this enough Father! We’re done!” Marie snapped. “Get out.” Lucius said. “If I do, this is off.” He threatened. No. No no– “This is out of your hands Henry. I’m the one that officially initiated the engagement I’d have to be the one to call it off.” Draco said, putting a protective arm around you. “Boy, you don’t–” “Touch him and I will return nineteen years of favors, GET. OUT.” You snapped making everyone surprised. He shook his head. “I am your father–” “You are a monster. There is a difference. I won’t tell you again. Leave.” You said. He scoffed before calling after your step mother. It ended with a loud slam of the front door making you take a long breath of relief. “It’s over!” Joanna gaped. “Are you alright?” Lucius asked. “I am now.” You said looking at Draco. He kissed your head and Thomas sighed. “We approve.” Phillip finally said. “That’s what it took?” You asked. “Yes, you passed, congrats.” Thomas said. “…Thank you?”

Ultimately they decided not to do the traditional thing and separate you, you both spending the rest of the time together. However there was a strict “NO SLEEPING IN THE SAME ROOM” thing going on. It ultimately resulted in you sleeping in a room with your sisters. You wanted actual peace though and still snuck out, Draco doing the same. You both looked at the stars until both of you fell asleep. “Where did they go!?” Narcissa asked. “Found them.” Lucius said motioning to you asleep against Draco. His arm was wrapped around you and your Niffler was on his lap asleep. “… We’re using this against them later right?” Narcissa asked. “Oh most definitely.” Lucius nodded.

You were woken up, forced to change into the dress you all decided on before Marie did your hair. “Any last thoughts?” You asked. “Yes. Keep doing what you’re doing and you’ll be just fine.” Joanna said with a smile. You nodded and Marie used the last hair pin. “You’re all set.” She said. You sucked in a breath and nodded. Narcissa left to get Lucius. “I’m getting married.” You realized. “To Draco.” Joanna said. “Who loves you.” Marie reminded. Lucius opened the door and smiled. “You look beautiful.” He said softly. You smiled and took his arm. “Thank you.” You nodded. You swallowed down your anxieties. “Any advice?” You asked. “We’re all fools in love.” He quoted. You rose a brow as your siblings walked out.  "was that… Pride and prejudice?“ You asked. "Indeed.” He said with a smile. You walked forward to the door outside and your heart pounded. “Are you prepared for what’s to come?” Lucius asked. “…No. but when are we ever?” You asked. Lucius nodded and the doors opened.

The air hit you and Draco stood ready, waiting for you to walk out. When you actually did Thomas was pretty sure he was going to pass out. “Holy. Shit.” He mumbled. The Reverend eyed him and he cleared his throat stating at you. Lucius walked you to the end with a smile. “Today I’ve gained a daughter.” He said. “Thank you father.” You said making his smile wider as he sat next to Narcissa. You looked at Draco and he smiled. You didn’t even hear half of whatever the Reverend was saying. You both said your vows, sliding on the silver bands that represented the union. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” He said. Draco kissed you with a smile.

Not a single soul was there with a straight face, all of them smiling. This love was pure and lovely, simple and plain for all to see. The coming years would provide interesting times, Newt’s passing being a strange one when his suit case was left to you, as was the little bowtruckle known as Pickett that never left your side. When you had children they learned from what you did, breaking off from tradition as time passed. You sat in the study reading when your youngest daughter walked in. “Yes darling?” Draco asked making you look up. “For a school project I have to tell the story of my family so…” She sat down next to you. “….How did you two meet?” She asked. You and Draco exchanged smiles.

“That’s a funny story…”

HE WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME

@camilleverreault​ created this because I was crying over this gif and we should preach her for that

the saga of robert pattinson with sunglasses

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Draco Malfoy x Reader: Princess

She had a blood line, a heritage, and a last name that demanded respect. She was at the top of the wizarding totem pole right along with the Malfoys. Her father makes the same exact amount of money as Draco Malfoy's father right down to the knut. However, unlike the Malfoys, they were never associated with the Dark Lord.  

Draco and (y/n)'s father had been business partners before the two of them had even been born. Draco and (y/n) met each other at the age of six and it was quite a terrible experience for the both of them. 

Neither of them remember exactly what Draco had said, but it was something rude about (y/n)'s hair. It caused her to give him a black eye, chip a tooth, and rip out a couple of tuffs of hair out.

Their fathers had found the whole situation hilarious, but the mothers were speechless. They had to pull the hissing children away from each other before more damage could be done.  They ended up laughing the whole thing off a couple of years later and became best friends.  

Even though (y/n) was placed in Hufflepuff, it didn't bother Draco at all. He could care less. She was his best friend and nothing could change that.  

"How are you Princess?" Draco asked sitting across from (y/n) at the Hufflepuff table. It was the nickname that Draco had given to her after realizing that she possessed so many princess-like qualities. Besides being absolutely stunning, she was wise, kind, humble, and selfless.  

"I'm doing good." She grinned back at him taking in his appearance. He was smiling which wasn't rare for (y/n) to see, but it was something that the rest of the castle rarely saw. "I'm super excited for the tournament to get started. I hope Cedric wins."  

"I don't care who wins as long as it's not Potter. I still don't understand how he got his name in that goblet. It isn't fair. He shouldn't be allowed to compete." He hissed glaring over at the Gryffindor table where he was sitting surrounded by his friends.  

"Why do you despise him so much?" (y/n) questioned cocking her head to the side. "What has he ever done to you?"  

Draco opened his mouth to respond, but then he noticed (y/n)'s attention had shifted towards the entrance of the Great Hall.  

"Wow. Isn't he perfect." She sighed as Cedric Diggory strutted into the Great Hall. A couple of people started clapping for him. Cedric swaggered among the tables until he passed by (y/n). He sent a quick wink to her before continuing his stroll to his seat.  

"What was that?" Draco questioned pale eyebrows raised. He wasn't surprised at all by the attention that (y/n) was getting. She was a very pretty girl. In all honesty, he just wasn't used to her swooning over other guys. Not that he noticed or anything.

"Nothing." She shrugged quickly picking up her mug of coffee and drinking some to hide the blush that was starting to creep across her cheeks. "I think Pansy is starting to get jealous." She pointed out nodding towards the dark hair girl at the Slytherin table.  

"You're right. I better get over to her before she storms over here and drags me away." Draco chucked looking over at the glaring Slytherin girl. "See you later Princess."  

"Yeah okay Draco." She nodded. "I'll see you later." But Draco noticed that she wasn't even looking at him. Her eyes were focused on Cedric who was sitting a couple of seats down. He couldn't help but notice that Cedric's gaze was kept flicking over towards (y/n).  

Draco had always assumed that the feelings he got whenever (y/n) was talking to other guys was because he looked at her as a sister. Lately he was slowly starting to believe it was because of something else. That feeling was jealously.  

Little did Draco know, his little Princess and Cedric had been sneaking around for a couple of weeks. Cedric had been wanting to come out public with their relationship, but (y/n) didn't see it as much of a relationship. Just a couple of snogging sessions here and there in empty classrooms along with cuddling in the common room when everyone else had gone to bed. It was just little things like that.  

They just had a little fling going on and she wasn't really sure what everyone would say if they found out Cedric, a 7th year, was dating a 5th year. But she was holding off on Cedric because she was secretly hoping that someone else would take notice in her.  

When (y/n) had finished eating, she gathered up all her things and started heading to her first class of the morning until she was stopped by the one and only Cedric Diggory.  

She couldn't help but keep the giddy smile off of her face. There were a couple of glances as people passed by, but she knew that nobody was going to question anything since they were from the same house.  

"Hi Cedric." She grinned up at him. She still couldn't believe that someone like him had taken an interest in her.  

"Hey (y/n). I was going to sit with you today, but I noticed you were sitting with your other boyfriend."  

"My other boyfriend?" She threw her head back and laughed as if she couldn't believe he was bringing this up. "It's nothing like that Ced and you know it. We've been friends since we were like six. Our dads used to work together." 

"You're right." He held his hands up in defense. "I'm sorry that I had gotten a little jealous, but I wanted to ask if you wanted to go to the Yule Ball with me?"  

"Wow." (y/n) was rather surprised. "Of course. I would love to."  

News traveled very quickly throughout the school that (y/n) was going to the Yule Ball with Cedric. Was Draco jealous? Yes. He was very jealous. 

Leading up to the Yule Ball, Draco didn't talk very much to (y/n). They weren't hanging out as much together which really worried (y/n). She was scared of losing her best friend. Did she say something wrong to him?  

But what (y/n) didn't know was that Draco had written multiple letters to his mother expressing his feeling for his Princess. His mother explained to him that he was just going to have to explain exactly how he felt towards her if she was someone that he truly wanted.  

When the day finally came, (y/n) was excited. She was wearing a gown in her favorite color that she had spent weeks looking for. There was a dance for the champions so she wanted to make sure that she looked her best. Cedric was waiting at the bottom of the steps for her looking stunning.  

"Wow. You look absolutely gorgeous." He held out an arm for her to link with his. She took it ginning up at the taller man.  

"You look amazing as well." She was grinning from ear to ear. While they were walking towards the Great Hall, everyone's eyes were on them. It was hard to look away. They looked great together. But (y/n) did notice Draco and Pansy off to the corner. He couldn't help but notice how beautiful his Princess looked.  

(y/n) felt as if the dance in front of the whole school with Cedric was perfect. Whenever she would spin around, her eyes would so happen to connect with Draco's. It took all that could to just leave Cedric's grasp and march over to him and tell him exactly how she felt about him.  

When the dance was over, Cedric took (y/n)'s hand and guided her over to the seats. "I'm going to go get us something to drink." 

"Okay. Thank you." (y/n) nodded. But when she noticed he had been gone for a little too long, she saw him standing talking to Cho Chang.  

Everyone knew that the two of them used to date, but (y/n) thought that was all over. They were obviously flirting and (y/n) had this sickening feeling that he had just been using her to make Cho jealous.  

Before she could throw up all over her dress, she quickly walked outside to get some fresh air. She did everything in her power to keep the tears from falling and ruining her makeup. She dropped onto one of the benches not being able to stop the tears. Her cries became quieter as she heard footsteps approaching her. She didn't want to have to explain to anyone why she was crying.

At least it was just Draco who had found her.

"Hey Draco." She gave him a small smile trying to wipe her tears away before he noticed. 

"What's wrong Princess?" He so very wanted to rush over to her and wipe her tears away planting light kisses all over her face until she felt better.  

"I think Cedric was just using me to get back at Cho." She shrugged. Draco noticed her bottom lip wobbling and before she could start crying again, he instinctively leaned forward pressing her lips onto him.

It was light and tender, but she loved it. Draco wanted to deepen the kiss, but (y/n) leaned back.  

"Isn't your date going to worry where you are?" 

"Pansy? I'm sure she's questioning where I am, but she'll be okay." They sat there in silence just enjoying each other's company. (y/n) leaned over placing her head on his shoulder. "I love you Princess." 

"I love you too Draco."  

"No." He shook his head taking (y/n)'s cheeks in his hands forcing her to look in her eyes. "I'm in love with you Princess. I finally realized that tonight when I saw you dancing with Diggory. And in that moment, I knew that should have been me with you."  

(y/n) was in shock. She wasn't sure what to say. She didn't even know how to respond to something like that, but then she stopped thinking. She leaned in and kissed Draco, deepening the kiss this time.  

Everything in this moment felt absolutely perfect. 

Some of you may understand how I feel. I read an article that talked about how our brains can’t tell the difference between falling in love with a real person and falling in love with a fictional person.

Now the fictional ones are perfect, comfort characters. Everytime I go through a break up, I come home to them. Maladaptive daydreaming has become my best coping skill. And sometimes I genuinely worry that I do it too much. It takes up hours of my days.

And when I try to date in real life, I realize that they’re not them. They’re not my fictional loves. And I lose feelings for them. Or just something isn’t right.

I get so depressed that I can’t run away to Hogwarts or to Hawkins. I get actually depressed. And I know that I can’t be the only one that feels this way.

Being in love with someone who does not exist is a blessing and a curse.

𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐂𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥

Summary: Right choices have never been Draco’s forte. Years after his reputation has taken a plunge and his guilt has claimed control of his thoughts, he’s offered a second chance at redemption from Hogwarts University’s Principal, Minerva McGonagall. 

Reluctant to step back into the origins of his despair, Draco begins to question his fate and the cruel jokes it's been playing on him until he meets a stranger that offers him a different perspective. A stranger that may just force him to repeat the past he was adamant to run away from. 

Warnings: College AU | Fluff | Angst | Slow Burn | Age Gap

Pairing: Professor!Draco x Student!Reader

Word Count: 4K

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 - 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏

𝐍𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. Whether it was between love and hate, truth and lies, or right and wrong, somehow, one always finds themselves teetering on the edge of the unknown before choosing the path to follow.

Every time Draco would close his eyes, he’d find tales of regret and guilt carved roughly behind his eyelids— a great retelling of the past and the volatility of his choices that have tampered with the translucent veil of his existence. 

Life was cruel. That had always been the conclusion he came to whenever he aimlessly wandered the streets of Scotland as he retreated into his self-formed cocoon. Perhaps it was his insecurities or the queasiness inside of him, but he always seemed to believe that people all around him judged his every move. Their eyes bore into him, attempting to see who between his guilt and their hatred would cause him to run away faster. 

A bench at Springfield Meadows served as his trusted nest, his shoulders visibly relaxing as he plopped down. The familiarity of the dark wood beneath his long fingers sparked a sense of peace and serenity as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees and fisted hands above his mouth, deep into thought. 

“Thinking about it any further will not change much, you know?” Draco heard from behind him. He scoffed as the man stepped forward, proceeding to take a seat next to him. 

Silver eyes roamed the expanse of the park, gliding over the white daisies that were beginning to bloom. “The world is nothing short of possibilities, and one thought can change the course of our paths forever,” he replied, craning his head as he faced his friend. 

The tall brunette rolled his eyes. He leaned back against the bench with one arm casually draped against the wood behind Draco’s shoulders. “To be or not to be, that is the question.” He raised his free hand in the air, feigning melancholy. “Always the Shakespeare, Malfoy. Eloquent, creative, and ever brooding.”

Draco scoffed, tapping his fingers against his knees. “The world may evolve, but  I’ll always be philosophical, and you’ll always remain–”

“Charming?” 

“More of a nuisance, to tell you the truth.”

The man hit his friend across his chest, eliciting a groan from the platinum blond. Theodore, the tall “nuisance” as Draco referred to him, raised his left foot, resting his calf on his right knee. He remained silent, watching the birds that soared above them. His hazel eyes gazed at his best friend for a moment, noticing him succumb to his deafening fears once more. 

Draco’s attention was elsewhere and nowhere all at once, his knee rising and falling in anticipation of the upcoming decision he was going to have to make. His mind filled with the words he had read this morning–the promise of a chance to start anew. 

“Was it you?” he pondered aloud, the back of his head now resting against the wood, silver orbs looking away. “ Where you the one who suggested my name?”

Theodore considered his answer for a moment. “At the risk of sounding like a lousy friend, I didn’t even think about mentioning you, mate.”

Draco huffed out a half-laugh, the ghost of the past paying him an unwanted visit. He hated closing his eyes because he never found the escape he craved to seek refuge in. He’d instead find himself surrounded with traces of a reality so discouraging and shameful, it entangled itself within his worst nightmares. “Then why the hell are they asking me to come back?” After everything.

“Hogwarts has been struggling to find a competent literature professor since you left–”

“Since I was forced to,” Draco corrects bitterly, the bright silver in his eyes dimming, a wounded shade of grey taking the reins.

Theodore nodded absentmindedly, seeking the right words. “Right, well. McGonagall has now been appointed as the university’s president. And she specifically requested for you to return.”

“Hogwarts,” Draco repeated. The word fell from his lips with a bitter taste in its wake. “The most prized institution in Scotland, in Britain, struggling to hire a decent professor? That’s quite hard to believe.”

“I never said the instructors weren’t decent. They just lack your competence, Draco.” 

The man let out a deep exhale, his palms digging into his eyes and rubbing away the irritation. Not to sound narcissistic, even though Draco Malfoy is just that sometimes, but there could never be someone that garnered as many skills as he did in that domain. 

He knew every cadence of literature. He studied its facades and its realities so vehemently, there was no message that could escape his thirsty eyes, no matter how well hidden it was between the lines. Perhaps this was a result of the sanctuary he found within the pages of every book he has ever read in his times of loneliness. Or maybe, it was the ostentatious life he had lived as the only son of billionaire philanthropists Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy. 

Whatever misfortune had led him to acquire such knowledge of the craft was the only tribulation he welcomed so openly.

“I can’t go back.” He shook his head. “Not after everything.”

“You can’t, or you don’t want to?” Theodore didn’t wait for an answer before he completed the rest of the monologue that waiting to be set free. “Listen, mate. I know the circumstances weren’t in your favor, and you’re dreading having to relive the past. But you need this. You need to give yourself another chance.” 

Draco closed his eyes and groaned. A thousand scenarios ran in his head laced with fear and doubt, all telling him to run the other way. But Theodore’s words were also there. You need this. Need. Since when was ever Draco granted what he needed in life? 

A hand on his shoulder awoke him from his reverie, albeit reluctantly. He peered his eyes away from the monochromatic thoughts he was having, catching Theodore’s hazel orbs. Think about it, the brunette tried to say without so much as moving his lips. And with that, he was on his way. 

Draco’s mind was suddenly engulfed by the silence. Again, the man sighed, letting his head fall back against the wooden bench. He didn’t know what was better. The overcrowded streets of doubt and despair that his mind fabricated or the noiseless alleys of solitude he sometimes wandered to.  

His fingers unconsciously drummed against the wood–an anchor that was keeping him tethered to reality, fearing he might find himself far too lost. 

Suddenly, his forehead creased, and the traffic in his head came to a standstill. Everything became eerily quiet. All those malicious possibilities halted, hanging in the air. His mind stung, an unwelcome sensation probing at the back of his head. He looked around, searching his consciousness, only to find a red light blaring soundlessly, yet ever so brightly, as if it was trying to warn him about something. 

Draco opened his silver eyes to the real world, his mind still reeling from the effect of his raging thoughts. He looked around with furrowed brows, trying to decipher what might’ve caused his duress. And then the red lights blared once more as soon as he locked eyes with a pair of curious Y/E/C eyes. 

His brow unconsciously arched at the sight of the girl that stood a few mere feet away from him. Clad in a long-sleeved dress, she gnawed at her lower lip, her cheeks heating up as soon as she met Draco’s questioning gaze. 

Her eyes fell back down to her lap where her open notebook lay, her pencil gliding over the pages. But Draco paid close attention to the young woman, noting the nonexistent flick in her wrist. While her eyes were cast down, they didn’t seem to be moving—more so trying to find their footing. Instead, they were on the edge of the paper, awaiting the right moment. 

Draco’s suspicions were proven true when those same curious Y/E/C eyes met his. Bashful and reluctant, they retreated back to their checkpoint as soon as they were caught. 

10 seconds, Draco took note, studying the pattern the girl followed. This time he pretended to look away when his silver eyes were strategically positioned in a way that allowed him to catch a glimpse of the girl. 

The same thing happened, albeit this time it took 10 seconds more before the girl’s eyes fled once again. 

It continued twice more before Draco decided to do something about it. This time, when the girl snuck a peek, her brows scrunched at the empty bench that faced her. A small, imperceptible sound came out of her lips, almost similar to a sigh. She tilted her head, searching side to side before she yelped in surprise, her hands dropping her notebook, and immediately flying to her mouth. 

“You’ve been staring at me for the past five minutes,” Draco remarks impassively, his hand in his pockets. “Care to explain why.” 

The girl, who looked no more than twenty-five, fumbled with her hands. She gazed at Draco, her lashes fluttering in trepidation before she moved to pick up the leather notebook. “I wasn’t… I didn’t. I’m sorry. It wasn’t my intention to make you feel uncomfortable.” 

“And what was your intention, young lady?” he asked, his brow raised in anticipation. 

The girl’s cheeks heated once more at the feeling of being reprimanded like a child, her hands automatically moving to loosen the scarf wrapped around her neck. 

“I just… you looked pensive,” she articulated, feeling small against Draco’s intense gaze. Her nails picked at the leather of her notebook, her words almost getting lost in her throat. “Are you okay?” 

If Draco’s eyes had been wide before, then they were as wide as saucers now. He studied the girl, an incredulous look overcoming his features. Draco scoffed, loudly at that, turning his head the other way. His hand settled on the wood near her head, causing a certain agitation and jitteriness in the girl at the sight of his long and calloused fingers. 

“Why should I answer that?” 

“Pardon me, sir. I truly didn’t mean to pry.” She paused, licking her lips and trying to search for the right words to say while attempting to mask her intimidation. “You just seemed to be worried. If… if you’d like to talk about your worries, I would gladly listen.” 

“Hasn’t your mother ever taught you not to talk to strangers? Why in the name of God would I want to talk to you about my problems? I don’t even know you!” 

“Exactly,” she retorted, unfazed by his hostility. A gust of wind brushed her bangs, causing them to almost cover her eyes. “I’m a stranger. I don’t know you or your back story, so I can’t exactly judge. I can only listen, which is sometimes all that someone needs.” 

Draco narrowed his eyes, trying to read the girl in front of him. Despite the blatant glare he was giving her, he received nothing but a kind and gentle smile in return.

He let out a half-laugh half-scoff while repeating the girl’s words in his head, his feet immediately changed course, the sound of fallen leaves wailing beneath the soles of his shoes. 

Though his back was turned, his ear picked up on the sound of the girl shifting in her seat. He could hear her pen tapping against the notebook, debating whether or not it was worth going back to doing what she was doing before this conversation even started. 

Just as he heard her open her notebook and ruffle through the pages, he surprised even himself at the sound of his own voice. “What do you think about second chances?” 

“What?” she asked, surprised. Draco turned around to face her, the glare he gave her made her shuffle around. “Um, well… I think… I believe that we all deserve a second chance. Not just to rectify our first mistake but to prove to ourselves that we can do better. That we are better.”

“Interesting way of phrasing it,” Draco said. He placed his hands in the pocket of his trousers, fallen leaves crunching beneath his feet as he strolled back to the bench. 

The girl watched him with a sheepish smile, scooting over to allow him some space to sit. He didn’t. 

“We’re often too hard on ourselves, and second chances are a way to help us find a calming voice louder than the sound of our doubts and insecurities,” she declared. This time her voice was steadier and less meek.

“What if we’ve messed up too badly to rectify our errors?” 

The girl craned her head and pursed her lips, her eyes narrowing on the grass as she contemplated the question. “Then, maybe this second chance is an opportunity to make sense of those errors.”

“You’re too much of an idealist, kid,” Draco scoffed. He was surprised to see the young woman unfazed. 

“Sometimes, reality is too overcrowded with negative emotions. Idealism helps you find glimpses of the truth buried beneath the rubble of self-doubt,” she spoke slowly, a small smile decorating her lips.

“And a philosopher, too,” Draco scoffed. He had heard all he needed to know but hesitated to leave, a single question lingering in his mind. He glanced down at the girl. She stared at him with large doe eyes, her fingers nipping at the leather of her notebook. He looked away then down to his shoes, swallowing the lump in his throat. “What if the truth is that there's no place for you anymore? What’s the use of a second chance then?” 

Y/E/C orbs clashed with a stormy silver, somehow, their warmth and gentleness calmed the storm. 

“Sometimes, we outgrow the places we've once deeply planted our roots in. After that, it's no matter of fitting in but standing out." Draco’s brows furrowed as he hung on to every word coming out of her lips. “And your second chance becomes an opportunity to find the strengths in what was once your weaknesses, the rights in your wrongs, and the reality in your fears."

Draco remained momentarily silent. His fingers began to clench and unclench as he mulled the words over. Could this perhaps be the reason why he was offered a second chance? Not to rectify his errors but to make sense of them? To look at belonging through a more ideal lens. 

He spent so much time thinking about it that he didn’t notice the girl leaving him alone with his thoughts. And when he turned to face her, mouth wide open and mind racing with more questions, he was disappointed to find the bench she sat on empty with no trace of her around. As if she was never there.

When Draco was a child, he struggled to sit still. He remembered always being on the edge of his seat, waiting for a cue that would allow him to dash out of the living area and onto Malfoy Mansion’s open garden. 

Maybe that was because he hated the company his parents brought over, or maybe it was an act of rebellion for being molded into everything a toddler shouldn’t have been—stripped from the childhood he deserved. 

And somehow, thirty or so years later, he found himself in the same position. But this time, instead of fiddling with his fingers, he was fiddling with the fabric of his green tie. And while he left the Malfoy Mansion behind him years ago, it was the comfort of his apartment in Haven Lane that beckoned him over. 

“Mr. Malfoy,” the assistant told him, causing him to abandon his escape plan. He hummed in acknowledgment, passively leaning back against his chair. “President McGonagall is ready to see you.” 

To say he was nervous was an understatement. It had been about three years since he last saw Minerva McGonagall. Three years since he last held a coursebook, let alone spoke to someone about academics on any level. 

He straightened up, squaring his shoulders, getting ready to meet the president. As he stepped through the contemporary wooden door, he realized that not much had changed. Not the light brown and minimalistic furniture, not the beige-colored walls, and certainly not Minerva McGonagall with her thin-framed glasses and welcoming demeanor. 

“Draco, please take a seat. It’s so lovely to see you.” 

Draco nodded In acknowledgment, placing his briefcase down and unbuckling the button of his black blazer. “Thank you, Minerva,” he said as if no time had passed. “How are you doing?” 

“Very well, even better now that you’re here.” She smiled kindly, extending the cup of tea and water she had already set aside for him. McGonagall cleared her throat, her hands on the table, fingers intertwined together. “Draco, as you well know, your extensive acumen in the subject matter along with your experience make you one of the most eminent literature professors Hogwarts has ever seen. The board and I are aware of what happened during your past tenure; however, we are willing once more to give you a chance.” 

Draco gulped down the water, his fingers curling around the glass. He tapped his index finger against the rim, his eyes trained on the principal. “Surely there are other competent professors. So why bother to go through all that trouble and reach out to me?” 

McGonagall adjusted her thin glasses, her lips forming a small smile. “Multiple reasons, some you may believe while others not so much. If you want an answer that will appease your doubts, I’d say the principal reason would be our new School of Creative Writing.” 

Draco tilted his head, his brow scrunching in confusion. “I’m afraid I don’t follow.”

“A year ago, we opened a new school, offering an array of writing degrees to undergraduates and graduates alike. We’ve been trying to receive accreditation from the Dumbledore Association of Creative Thought, but many of our employed professors have been struggling with the coursework and the basic accreditation requirements. We decided to look for someone who’s resourceful, unconventional, and agile in their way of thinking. We found no one better suited for this role than you.”

“I truly appreciate your words, Minerva. But are you sure there’s no one else?” 

“Perhaps there is,” McGonagall answered, reaching for her tea. “But none are quite as deserving as you.” 

The day had started fairly well. It didn’t take Draco too long before he slipped back into “professor mode.” He quite missed it actually—the commanding presence he held in the classroom, the eager eyes and ears that lingered on every word that slipped from his lips, and the passion he shared with his students. 

He realized later throughout the day, and much to his advantage, that many of his previous colleagues no longer worked at Hogwarts University. Sure, there were some old faces that seemed shocked to find him sauntering carelessly in the hallways, but there were others that were more curious than anything else. 

He didn’t dwell too much on the thought, preferring to focus on the second chance life had offered him. He wanted to do it right this time–correct all the previous wrongs. Not just for the sake of his reputation but for his own piece of mind as well. 

At precisely two in the afternoon, Draco walked into one of the classrooms on the middle floor of the building. Pushing the golden doors, he strolled through the large beige-colored auditorium where a handful of students sat in their brown chairs. Given the rigorous nature of the Creative Writing program, Draco discovered that no more than 15 students were accepted every year, split between his classes and Theodore’s. 

The man placed his books on the table, strolling around it before he leaned against the oak. “How many of you are waiting to get the syllabus for this course before running to catch up over coffee with your friends?” Draco questioned, a small smirk playing across his lips. “It’s okay. I won’t judge.” 

He was met with some lighthearted giggles as the seven students, unevenly scattered, adjusted themselves in their seats. Draco placed his hands in his pockets, crossing his legs together. “My name is Draco Malfoy, and I will be your new professor for the length of this course. Some of you may have heard of me while others not so much, and I don’t know whether either is a good thing. To say the least, I’m not your typical course instructor. I don’t follow the rules, because I believe that literature and the creative arts are not meant to be tamed. There will be no syllabus for this course as the topics we’ll cover will depend on you more than on me. I’m here to help turn your passion into something you are proud to share with the world. Some things are not going to make much sense, but as you progress, you’ll begin to understand my methods and their true value.

“If this is not something that you feel comfortable exploring, then you still have time to switch classes and seek Professor Nott’s guidance. However, if you choose to take part in my classes, then I guarantee that you will not only be investigating the depths of writing but also the inner workings of your mind. For those of you who’d like to step out, please feel free to do so now.” A pregnant pause settled as everyone looked at one another, but no one made a move to exit. “Lovely, but please do remember that it’s not too late to change your mind. Now, how about we start with a round of light introductions to get better acquainted with each other? You can go first, Miss…?

“Granger, sir,” the young woman at the forefront answered. She flipped her brown hair back, her brown pools meeting Draco’s. “I’m Hermione Granger, a second-year creative writing major. I’ve been a student at Hogwarts for five years now, having already obtained a bachelor’s in English literature and a minor in communications.”

“Impressive, Miss Granger. And what is it you’re excited to learn in this course?”

“How real-life experiences are translated on paper, and more particularly, portrayed across various mediums of communication.”

“Interesting, Miss Granger. What about you, Miss…?”

“Lovegood,” the blonde replied. 

One by one, each student started introducing themselves. Some talked about their passions, others their backgrounds and Draco quickly noticed that a few of the students present have picked his course as an elective. Nonetheless, he listened to them as they expressed their interest in learning more about writing and kindly answered their queries. 

At last, there was only one person left—a girl who was writing away in her notebook. Draco curiously studied her hunched frame as her pen danced across the paper, even though he couldn’t for the life of him understand what she was writing about. 

“That leaves only you, Miss…?” His voice trailed off as Draco waited to see whether the girl was paying enough attention or not. She placed her pen gently on the notebook and raised her head, adjusting the black frames on her nose. 

“Y/L/N, sir,” she replied. The shy voice and the vibrance of her eyes caused Draco’s shoulders to tense as he stood upright upon hearing her speak. “Y/N Y/L/N. First-year creative writing major. A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Malfoy,” she smiled kindly at the man. 

Draco gulped, his hand gripping the wooden desk. His stomach lurched, and his head pounded. Sometime, after a beat of silence, he realized that there was something about this girl. It was no coincidence that he met her twice now and would ultimately have to see her for quite more. But something told him that fate was playing a dangerous game, one that Draco was ultimately going to lose. All because of a girl with a radiating smile that was too real to be a farce. 

Witchlings, guess who's back?

So excited for this series and the upcoming projects I've planned! What do you think so far?

Until the next one 🪄🤍

Amrortentia

Summary: Professor Slughorn is teaching about the dangerous potion, Amortentia, and you smell someone you're not supposed to.

Trigger Warning(s): Potions, Slughorn (for those who don't like him), teasing, Pansy Parkinson, cursing(?), mentions of love/like/relationships

Word Count: 743

A/N: Just a quick drabble I wrote from a small idea. I wasn't too sure where to go with this, but I hope whoever reads this likes it :) Also, please take this as my application to be apart of the Draco side of tumblr/DracoTok.

Requests are open

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world," Slughorn said. "It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals. Amortentia smells different to each person, according to what attracts them."

You watched as the professor executed the last steps of the potion, lavender swirls fuming into the air.

"Do we have a volunteer?" Professor Slughorn asked.

You rolled your eyes as Hermoine approached the cauldron with slight apprehension. She leaned forward, her chest rising as she took a deep breath.

"Can you tell us what you smell?" asked Slughorn.

Hermoine nodded, uttering, "...Freshly mown grass...new parchment...and...and..."

Your eyes widened slightly, flickering toward the only Weasley in the classroom. Did the brains of Gryffindor have a crush on Weasley?! You stood up, making your way to the cauldron.

"I'd like a smell," you said, fiddling with the sleeves of your robe.

Professor Slughorn chuckled as some of the others girls in the class echoed the same desires. They all wanted to smell and see what attracted them.

"Alright, one at a time. Go on," Slughorn urged.

You took a deep breath and inhaled the fumes. They turned dark green and you smiled, expecting to smell the familiar scent of cedar wood from your boyfriend's cologne. But you didn't. The smell, it was sweet and crisp--apples? Your brows furrowed and the fumes changed to a rich, blackish-brown color. The sweet and crisp smell of apples merged and changed into an earthy, sweet scent. Leather. The third scent you recognized almost immediately as the metallic tang hit your nostrils. Money.

You stepped out of the way, letting a very eager classmate take your place. You sat at your shared table and rest your chin on your hand. Apples, leather, and money? That wasn't what your boyfriend smelt like... You chewed on the inside of your lip, deep in thought. If that wasn't your boyfriend, then who was it?

"Hello? Earth to Y/N? Did you hear what I said at all?"

Your gaze shot up to your partner, Pansy. She was starting at you, eyebrows bunch with annoyance.

"Hmm? Sorry, deed in thought," you responded, turning your head towards Pansy. "What was that?"

"I was telling you what I smelled," Pansy stated, her annoyance seeping into her tone. "Galleons, leather, and apples. Do you know who that is?"

Galleons. Leather. Apples. That was exactly what you had smelled. And knowing Pansy... You swallowed hard. You thought you had a good idea of who those fragrances belonged to.

You were almost too scared to respond to your portions partner. "...Draco..?"

Pansy beamed at you. "Draco," she confirmed. "I told you we're meant to be."

You rolled your eyes, desperately trying to dull the panic rising in your chest. Why had you smelled Malfoy, of all people? Not your boyfriend, not even someone remotely nice. Malfoy.

"You know that potion only shows us who we're attracted to, right?" you replied matter-of-factly. "You're just attracted to him. It's not meant to be."

Okay, maybe you had added that last part more for you than for her, but you needed some reassurance. And Pansy was sure as hell not the one to give that to you. If she ever found out who you had smelled in that Amortentia potion, you'd never hear the end of it. Hogwarts wouldn't hear the end of it. Everyone in this school would know you were more attracted to Draco and not your boyfriend.

Pansy opened her mouth to speak, her face contorted with irritation when Professor Slughorn proceeded with his lecture. "Amortentia doesn't really create love, of course. It is impossible to manufacture or imitate love. It is probably the most dangerous and powerful potion in this room, causing a powerful infatuation or obsession."

"Dangerous?" someone scoffed. The timbre in the voice sounded familiar, arrogant. "This silly love potion?" Some of your classmates laughed at Draco's comment, a handful agreeing with him.

"When you have seen as much of life as I have, Draco, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love," Slughorn responded.

You didn't dare steal a glance in Draco's direction. Throughout the rest of the class, you kept your head down. When you were finally dismissed, you waisted no time ejecting yourself from your seat and fleeing to the common room. You needed some alone time, some time to think.

Why had you smelled Draco Malfoy instead of your boyfriend?

Love at not first sight

**gif isn't mine!!

All character are over 18!

So this was supposed to be a headcannon on how Marcus and the reader met but it turned out more like a one-shot? Anyways this is my first time writing in a very, very long time so no hate please :)

A little bit ooc for everyone but it was really just get a little bit of ground on how to write again.

TW: Swearing, minor character death, blood, fighting, sexual tension, innuendo and suggestive words/actions and shitty writing.

Words: 2.3k

Happy reading!!

You were one of the rats, but was still respected by everyone including Chico’s gang.

It wasn’t love at first sight lemme tell you that. It was more of kidnapper enemies to friends to lovers type of trope.

He was angry with you for forcing him to come back, whereas you just thought he was an idiot for refusing to follow Master Lin’s orders. However, you started getting along once he joined the rats.

At first it was awkward, you would ignore home and flip him off and the tension between you guys was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Yet you soon found your common interests. You both hated Brandy-Lynn with a passion and in a way you bonded over that in the first place. Soon enough, you guys were hanging out in his room when Shabnam wasn’t there, getting high in your dorm when your roommate Saya was out with the Kuroki Syndicate, and listening to one another’s favourite music.

It was paradise in a way. The rats were all friends now and you would go to the graveyard every Friday night to smoke weed. Soon enough the looks shared between you two weren’t innocent and you weren’t the only one who noticed. Billy was like a brother to you and wary of you liking Marcus. Especially with Maria being such a psycho and liking him as well.

It was clear since the beginning that Maria liked Marcus. Whether it was to make Chico Jealous, to spite you or actual love no one knew. However what was clear between the rats was that Maria wasn’t going to give up on making Marcus fall in love with her and boy was that going to get you all in a lot of trouble.

As mentioned, Billy was like a brother to you, so when he decided to go to Vegas and kill his dad, you were on board first. Anything to help your brother, right?

Soon enough the rest of the gang agreed to come, including Maria and Willy. However it was clear that Marias intentions weren’t pure, she was going along to make sure nothing happened between you and Marcus and not to help Billy with murdering his dad. Since there were 6 of you and only five car seats… you know where this is going right?

Yup, you were willing forced to sit in Marcus’s lap for the rest of the ride. Even though you couldn’t tell, Marcus didn’t mind it all. In fact, it made him calmer knowing you were with him otherwise he would be freaking out right now about what this youthful group was going to commit.

Once you get to the hippy bar he’s immediately in search of drugs, anything to help him calm his nerves. When you enter the bar he tries to impress you by buying you a beer with his fake ID but it backfires terribly. However you manage to seduce the bartender into getting you two free beers which not only impresses Marcus but also makes him feel a little bit embarrassed that he wasn’t able to get you a drink instead.

Once again, 6 people at a table for 5. Guess where you end up? At this point you didn’t mind sitting on Marcus’s lap however you wouldn’t dare admitting that to anyone, especially to Marcus. After all you guys were just friends, no feelings between either of you. Right?

While focusing on hiding your feelings for Marcus, you were oblivious to his feelings for you. He tried really hard not to make his heart race whenever you were in his vicinity but he thought you were drop dead gorgeous after all.

What you didn’t fail to notice was how his hand wrapped around your waist and how his fingers would draw small circles on the side of your stomach. Marcus didn’t either fail to notice how your breath hitched. The cocky bastard loved the effect he had on you.

His hand then lowers itself to the bottom of your thigh and slowly drags up until it reaches the hem of your dress. Even though he seems cocky, Marcus is freaking out on the inside, wondering where he got this sudden burst of courage. While drinking the rest of your beer, Marcus’s hand reaches slightly under your dress which makes you choke on your drink.

The rest of the group shares confused looks yet Saya somehow knew what was going on. You excused yourself to the restroom and Marcus followed, claiming he was just going to “check up on you”.

Once you're both in the bathroom, he immediately presses you against the wall. His hot breath against your face somehow made you shiver and his body pressed against yours made you warm.

Maybe it was the seven tabs of acid he took or the several shots he had taken (courtesy of you and your amazing flirting skills) but his confidence took over. Soon enough you both were half naked and making out, about take it further until Maria knocked on the door.

“Hurry up Y/N! We gotta go! Have you seen Marcus? I’ve been meaning to talk to him.”

“No… Uh Maria I haven’t.. seen… him.”

You lost track of your words while Marcus kept kissing you lower and lower.

“Ummm Ok? I’ll meet you at the car!” Shout Maria through the bathroom door.

“Common Marcus”, you muttered disappointed due to the interruption caused by Maria. His pupils were blown and by the time you got out of the bathroom, out the bar, got him out from under the car and into the car, it had been an hour.

Once you got to the hotel in Vegas you lost track of Marcus but found him at the bar headed towards the elevator. He looked a bit sobered up and uneasy as if he had seen a ghost.

“You ok?” you asked him.

“Yeah I uh I’m fine. I gotta go, I'll see you later” he responded.

You thought he was purposely ignoring you because of what happened at the bar since you guys were only friends… right?

You didn’t follow him up to the hotel room but rather stayed downstairs in the casino with Saya. When Billy came running up to you, you knew something was wrong.

"I just asked at the lobby and it turns out his room is neighbouring ours." Billy started nervously, he looked like he was going to back out any second. Not because he was afraid to kill his dad, but because he was afraid of getting caught. No, he needed that bastard dead, it was to save his family after all.

"Who?" You asked like a complete, oblivious idiot. You were halfway drunk due to all the shots you had taken. The way Marcus had acted had gotten to your head and you wanted to get rid of your nerves before killing Billy's dead beat dad.

"His dad you fuckin' idiot" Saya said while shoving your arm in hopes to restart your memory.

The alcohol was really getting to your head.

"I'll go with Billy to get the job done. Y/n go find Marcus and Maria, make sure they're ready to help get rid of the body and leave as soon as possible." Said Saya, her being the least drunk and most responsible in your current trio.

You nodded your head, a little bit hazy but still able to somewhat comprehend what Saya had just told you.

You walked towards the elevator which Marcus had taken around an hour ago and when you entered you saw a man, in his early 20's with half his face burned off. He looked horrible really, but you were a little too drunk to notice.

"Hey" the guy said. There was something off about him, but it was impossible to tell in your current state.

"Hey" you said back, trying to be as polite as possible. He was creeping you out but soon enough he got out and you got off a couple floors later.

You had sobered up a little after your short yet creepy interaction with the guy in the elevator and were taking out your keycard. You heard shouting inside the room which was weird considering only Marcus was supposed to be in there.

You open the door and walk in and see something you most definitely weren't expecting. Maria, half naked in lingerie straddling Marcus on the bed and Chico, Marias (ex)boyfriend yelling at the two.

Neither Maria nor Chico had noticed you Marcus however, did. How could he not after all? You looked amazing, in your gorgeous dress, with your shiny hair and beautiful face. To him, you looked like an angel. An angel who looked furious, shocked and saddened by the ongoing motion in the room.

Rather than focusing on Marcus and what he was doing with Maria, you grabbed the lamp on the small desk by the entrance and smashed it over Chico's head, using the element of surprise to your advantage.

To say Maria and Marcus were surprised would be an understatement. You weren't one for violence, however, you were absolutely pissed at the couple on the bed and Chico scared you so it seemed like the only reasonable option.

"We have to go, common" you muttered, not wanting your feelings to take over.

"Wait Y/N let me expl-" Marcus started until he was cut off by the figure of Saya and Billy covered in blood and standing in the doorway.

You rushed past them and out the door, not wanting to stay in the room a second more. Billy stared at you confused while Saya looked like she was about to kill both Maria and Marcus for what (it looked like) they had done.

Hurry up, she started to get pissed to bother yelling at either of them. Marcus ran out the door in search of you while Maria quickly got dressed whereas Billy hurried off after you and Marcus.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Saya asked Maria while they were walking down the corridor of the Hotel.

"What? It's not like he has a girlfriend or anything. Besides, I broke with Chico before we left so it wasn't like I was actually cheating on him. I needed a distraction and Marcus just happened to be there." Maria said innocently.

"Right..." Said Saya, not believing a word of the bullshit Maria had just spewed out.

You reached Willy who was by the car first in the abandoned, underground parking, Marcus soon behind you and then Billy who was still confused but worried about his sister.

“Please Y/N just let me explain I swear we didn’t do anyth-'' he started trying to explain until he was cut off again.

“Explain what? That you’re so busy trying to fuck Maria?” you asked him sarcastically. Billy and Willy looked at each other shocked by what you had said which made Marcus pull you over to the side where they wouldn’t be able to hear you.

“No, I obviously wasn’t trying to fuck Maria. She came onto me, I would never do anything like that with her.”

“What, and you just expect me to believe you? Believe you like how I thought that you actually liked me but then you were hooking up with Maria meanwhile Billy was killing his own dad in the room next door?! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“FOR THE LAST TIME I WASN’T TRYING TO FUCK HER!” Marcus screamed, making Billy and Willy turn towards you two again.

“ I swear we weren't doing anything Y/N, please just let me explain” the pleading in his voice winning you over. Marcu was on the verge of tears, he could never imagine hurting you like this, not in a million years. And yet, he had.

“Fine. Just hurry up, we have to leave soon.” You said, tears streaming down your face while you were moving back and forth on the heels of your feet in a nervous manner. You were exhausted, having stayed up the entire car ride making sure Billy wasn’t freaking and not having had any time to rest in the room due to you know what. Your hair looked more dishevelled than your usual and your eyes were puffy but Marcus couldn’t notice. He didn’t understand how you did it. How you looked so flawless, not matter the time, occasion or setting. He really thought you were an angel. Cement pillar

“Goddammit I swear nothing happened Y/N, I was high on acid and fell asleep on the bed. Next thing I know, Maria is on top of me while her Fucken boyfriend walks in and then seconds later you walk in. I swear I was gon’ push her right off. I don’t even like her shes crazy as fuck and Chico’s also fucking insane. I don’t like her, I like you. You’re intelligent, funny and witty and your so, so fucking beautiful. You’re literally drop dead gorgeous.”

“What and you still expect me to believe you?” You were still unsure whether his words were true or not. You didn’t know if Marcus himself had noticed it but he tended to be a people pleaser, made people hear what they wanted to hear.

“Prove it” You said to him.

“What-” He looked at you stunned, not expecting you to voluntarily talk to him anymore. Yet the fact that you did made his heart flutter more than he was willing to admit. Marcus hated the effect you had on him, how weak you made him. Love, at King’s Dominion, was seen as a weakness and it scared him so much.

“Prove it”, you repeated, “Prove to me that you want me, that you love me-”

Marcus didn’t need more clarification. He wrapped his left hand around your waist and the other in your hair cutting you off with a kiss. A kiss so passionate and filled with love, love from his heart.

“Is this enough proof? Or do you want me to kiss you again?” He said while trying to hide a not so innocent smirk.

Breathlessly, you looked up at him and said, “I think you might need to do that again, you know, just to really prove yourself”.

And he did.

I can’t believe how Islamaophobic ppl can get. This also proves how not only non Muslims can be Islamaphobic but so can actual Muslims. This whole situation is really disgusting. You can’t force ppl to change their religion or start wearing hijabs. It is a woman’s choice and they should be allowed to do whatever they please. It’s their life and ppl should not be allowed to control it. I really hope the Iran situation gets better. I can’t believe how someone could kill a women just for not wearing a hijab.

Arranged Marriage Pt 2

I am in a state utter turmoil. The news of the queen is drastically devastating. So I've decided to "slapdash" part two. The queen means a great deal to me- to all of us I'm sure. This is but a small commemoration to her. Rest in peace, your Majesty.

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Draco x fem!reader angst to fluff

Summary: Draco lashed out at his wife and now is trying his best to make amends.

Warnings: jealous Draco. Angst. Cussing. Y/N being slightly cosy around Theodore and Blaise. Not proofread.

The only night Draco Lucius Malfoy regretted his actions happened only a few hours prior. Needless to say, Draco was appalled. He stopped seeing his ex- and his wife, but the latter was not by choice. Y/N no longer bothered to come home early from work to do Draco’s laundry, greet him at the door, or cook for him. She no longer woke up early to make him breakfast or lunch. She no longer sent him a treat to his office every Friday. She didn’t even let him sleep in their bedroom anymore. Y/N was a kind woman, so she would greet him when they crossed paths, but that’s it. 

Soon Draco found his laundry piling up in his bedroom, and he found himself longing for her homecooked meals (the sandwiches from The Three Broomsticks just weren’t cutting it anymore). And foremost, he found himself longing for her company. Her honey-sweet voice, her tender and warm presence, her loving gaze- which has now turned to his cold and menacing glare. Draco regretted his actions and words deeply. He was reminded of them invariably. Whether he be at lunch with the silly toasted sandwich or asleep at night. His dreams were haunted by images of her, in the arms of another man.  

As more time went by Draco noticed more changes in her behaviour. For several weeks after his verbal assail Y/N would completely ignore his presence with a phlegmatic expression. However of late she had been coming home later, the previous emanation's emotions long gone. Sometimes she'd even have a smile on her face. Or be polite enough to cook him dinner- but oh how wrong he was. She was in fact not cooking for him.

When Draco entered the room that afternoon, almost staggered into the Bone China vase behind him at the sight of his beautiful madame home before him- pretty sundress wrapped around her figure, apron secure around her pretty body and dress as she made food. Having almost a "six sense" (more of a motherly instinct) Y/N sensed Draco's presence despite not having heard him come in. "Theodore and Blaise are coming over this evening. Go tidy yourself up and help me downstairs when you're done.

Too stunned to speak Draco nodded, more to himself, as he climed up the stairs and went to freshen up in the guest bedroom- his current place of residence. "Theodore and Blaise? What in Merlin's name would they be doing here?" Draco wracked his brain for any scheduled meeting with his colleagues. None that he could think of. "You took so long that I've managed to everything by myself." Y/N stated as she removed the apron from around herself. Draco stared at her in amazement- flabbergasted that he did not notice her beauty beforehand.

"What is going on with you today? You're acting extremely anomalous." Y/N asked as she crossed the room and stood by him. Just as Draco opened his mouth to speak the doorbell rang. "You obnoxious so-" Draco started but got cut short by his wife. "You are not about to insult our bloody doorbell Draco. Now, you must be pleasant at all times tonight. One scew move from you and you're into the dungeons. Understood?" Y/N stated firmly. "Understood." Draco grumbled as his wife made her way to the door.

The evening went on rather smoothly- aside from Draco's divaricating jealousy. To argue Draco's point Y/N had been a little too cosy with her guests, like touching their arms, winking at them, being over friendly- but all only to give Draco a taste of his own medicine. Which worked to a certain extent. Draco felt the emotional turmoil. He felt the hurt and jealousy. He felt to embarrassment. But at what cost? Y/N could almost visualise the heartbreak in his eyes. As his wife she picked up the slight tremor in his voice when he spoke. She noticed his hands twitching underneath the table.

Y/N surprised them both by sliding her hand into his and intertwining her fingers with his. "And I think that concludes our statement for Witch Weekly, Y/N." Theodore stated- snapping Draco and Y/N from their trance. "You work for Witch Weekly?" Draco asked. He had never felt more deceived than now in his entire life. "You know that you dunce." Y/N stated with a playful smile as she flicked his forehead gently.

Theodore and Blaise left sooner than Draco's busy mind processed. After half an hour of silently helping Y/N to tidy up Draco had conducted and concluded his speech of apology. Just as Y/N set foot onto the first step of the staircase grabbed her wrist. "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me a few weeks ago. But I feel like I've gone insane without you. My mind races permanently when you're not here. I struggle to think at work. And- I'm going off topic now. But my point is Y/N that I'm terribly sorry for what I said. I've stopped seeing her-" Draco felt Y/N tense at his sentence "and just to clear something I haven't been seeing her in any intimate way. She tried. But I rejected her. I swear. Use Veritaserum on me if you please. But I am so incredibly sorry Y/N." Draco finished his rant.

Y/N sighed as she looked at his hand on her skin- Draco dropping it instantly when he realised. Signing again Y/N took his cool hands into her warm ones, "Come sleep in the master bedroom tonight. I think I've isolated myself enough from you now.". Before Draco could process her words she was upstairs. Later in bed with her Draco was hardly able to contain his excitement- until his thoughts got the best of him again. "Y/N?" Draco asked, fumbling with his hands underneath the covers.

Y/N put her book aside and looked at Draco "Yes Draco?". "Do you really work for Witch Weekly?" He asked, almost nervous for what her response might be. "Yes Draco, I do. I started working there a month ago." She said. "Congratulations..." Said Draco as his mind worked. "You aren't cheating on me are you?" Draco said thinking back to her behaviour with Blaise and Theodore- voice small and hoarse. Y/N let out a chuckle. "Sweetheart of course not. I'm many things but a cheater is not on that list." She said as she took his hand into hers.

Draco's eyes welled up and he looked away in embarrassment. Y/N surprised him once again by pulling him onto her and laying them down as she ran her hands through his hair- soothing his scalp and his worries. "I'm so sorry for what I put you through. You're not a word of what I said. You're the opposite. You're stunning and kind and beautiful and amazing. You're such utter perfection Y/N and I was too blinded by rage to see it." Draco truthfully apologised. "I want to give our marriage another chance at working again." Said Draco.

Hearing that was all the confirmation she needed. Smiling, Y/N answered "I'd love nothing more."

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Fin

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DRACO MALFOY in WISH YOU WERE HERE

tw / blood, self-harm!

Your heart ached as you saw your first child, your first baby, get on the train to Hogwarts. The school you and the love of your life went to—Draco Malfoy.

He waved off his kid with a small side smile, looking at him with pure happiness in his eyes. Once you two had gone home, he didn’t hesitate to fall against the dark grey couch as he had rubbed his temples.

The time you and Draco had shared was with difficulties, hatred, and genuine memories. It wasn’t the best as he’d call out to you in the same time he’d done with Hermione Granger before, mumbling and yelling out: “You stupid Mudblood!” and after he’s asked for your hand to the Yule Ball in your fourth years, he’s apologized profusely with gritted teeth and ignorance, trying to maintain his image as he gazed upon his Slytherin gang and friends who laughed under their breaths.

You, too, had also maintained your image. You were associated with the trio themselves, they’d look at you from time to time with raised eyebrows and side smiles, hoping you’d give them secrets Draco has never told anyone. “So, tell me, does he wet the bed?” Ron asked intrigued, leaning in against the table with a wide smile. He and Harry had hoped you’d say yes but you couldn’t tell them anything—especially after he’d been vulnerable with you. “Look at her, dancing with Krum,” Ron mumbled under his breath as his date, Padma Patil, rolled her eyes.

If there was one thing that Draco Malfoy said to you during the Battle of Hogwarts, looking pale and ill, he hated you. “I just used you to get closer to Harry. I’ve not once loved you nor have I ever meant anything I’ve said,” he spat, his eyebrows furrowed while glaring you down while his hair was starting to fall apart, the gel he would attempt to roll his hair back. “I was confidential, meaning it was purely business and everything we did didn’t mean anything. I would never fall in love with a girl—who didn’t even know this world could have possibly existed!” Draco’s aunt, who you have met multiple times, Bellatrix Lestrange crept up behind him with a creepy and wide smirk.

“You hear him,” She whispered. “He didn’t love you, never have, and never will,” Bellatrix’s back begun to straighten as she raised her wand, pointing directly at you as you kept your ground. You didn’t bother to move or glance away the slightest bit—despite what you’ve heard, mortified, and disappointed at the fact you had thought at the time you captured his heart and he had yours. “You better get moving, little girl, for this is the only time I’ll ever be generous to let one of my victims leave alive and well,” She twisted her wand towards you. But all the time, you kept looking at Draco with pity and disappointment.

But he, too, had raised his wand with wobbly lips and soon to be a hard gaze filled with hatred and stone cold. You saw how hard his eyes were, as if everything really didn’t mean anything at all, when you two had shared a night with love and tenderness and at that fact, your first love, Draco Malfoy. But even in those times, you didn’t believe Draco could’ve said that by himself, he looked at you still with the same love and care he did that night. He almost looked as though he didn’t want you to leave—but in the situation, he wanted you to.

He had risked everything to make sure your safety was assured even if his was put in vain—even if he believed that you truly loved him when he had fought many times in his head that you didn’t, that you were a spy for the trio and order. Still, he told you everything but not this, not this. “Draco, is this all true?” was one of the first things you’ve spoken that day. Soon after you said that, Lucius and Narcissa crept up behind Bellatrix and Draco, surprised that their own son would raise his wand to the girl he shared many moments of weakness with—even if they hadn’t known about it but still, surprised.

“I lost interest in you the moment you spoke about your stupid life,” he spat out, his voice cold. “Your filthy parents, the way you’d smile each time you spoke about them, and the way you’d like everyone even when they didn’t like you back,” he rolled his eyes. “I wondered how a girl like you could ever be or think that way,” he paused, taking deep inhales. “But then it hit me, you were broken. Nobody ever liked you when you were a poor, weak of a girl, so you changed yourself. Everything you said to me, I told to everyone at the table,” Draco’s voice cracked for a second, his hand had trembled for a moment before he collected himself.

“As if I could ever love someone like you, a filthy muggleborn of a girl,” and it was left at that. Bellatrix had smirked and begun to laugh at his words, looking back and forth at you and Draco and in the corner of your eyes, you heard Narcissa’s breath hitch and Lucius adjust himself uncomfortably. “Now, run along and go tell the order, if I assume they’ll still take you back for betraying them,” Bellatrix laughed harder, her wand still pointed at you until she began to back you up against a hard black door, shutting you out.

At that time, you hadn’t known what to do as you betrayed Harry coldheartedly and just as importantly, your best friend, Hermione. You didn’t know what to do because you were all alone, once again, and after the Battle. It was a surprise that Hermione still took you in once she saw how dreadful you looked, your clothes torn apart in some places, blood trickling down your forehead from the crucios Bellatrix had put on you before he had walked in. “I’ll still love you,” Hermione whispered, embracing you tightly as she endured the hours of crying.

“I knew he loved you. I knew he did—didn’t you see the way he looked at you across the Great Hall? When he’d stare at you across the room with a smile?” Hermione whispered, side-hugging you as she rest her head against the top of yours. “But it wasn’t true, Hermione. Everything I said to him, he told them, he said everything. And I thought I could trust him, and he betrayed me like that even if I tried to look for hope,” you mumbled, small sniffles as you tried to collect and maintain yourself.

A small voice in your head would laugh and whisper degrading things—Harry and Ron would look at you with skepticism but soon it vanished when they saw how ill and broken you looked, weak in Hermione’s arms she wouldn’t open to just anyone, if anything, they had learned to trust you like each other.

After the Battle, Draco had attempted multiple times to reconcile, saying things like he hadn’t meant anything and he done it to make sure you were safe. “Do you think I’d do that for just anyone?” he whispered, his face deep in his hands. “Do you really think I’d do that for any other girl? That I would really let go of everything we’ve built together?” Each time he spoke, the words he’d spit out were genuine and voice cracks each time he mentioned the crude and hurtful things he said to you. “The girl who trusted me enough to tell me about her problems, how she was hurting on the inside, and that’s one of the reasons why I fallen in love with you in the first place,” he whispered.

“Right from the start, you immediately stole my heart. I used to hate how high you kept your head when I possibly couldn’t even when anyone would say you were nothing, you still kept your head held high. I used to hate the smile like it was saying you were okay, that you were happy regardless, and I hate to think of myself—when I saw you that evening, that I was the reason you wouldn’t smile ever again,” Draco inhaled sharply, his face deep in his hands. “Even more so, a muggle girl, my parents would have never approved of you and it should have been a red flag for you when they accepted you,”

“After the many times I’ve said that they hated muggleborns,” Draco finally had the courage to look up from his hands and to you, his ocean blue eyes were deep and sorrow, and looked as though he never slept since the war. “That was my warning sign for you but when you told me that you were happy when you met them. I felt guilty for using you,” the way he said it was enough to make you burst into tears, remembering you took the torture just so Draco could be safe and not a strand of hair touched on his head, and his black suit clean.

“If I made you think I didn’t love you,” Draco whispered. “Then I’m so sorry—but I didn’t know you’d have been hurt this way. I thought I was doing what was right at the time, and that you’d never have been harmed,” he fidgeted with his fingers, one of his nails were painted Red like that night when you had painted his nails at the lake, when you guys shared a night in his dorm room. “But please don’t hate me,” was one of the last things he said.

“I’m still in love with you, Draco,” you whispered. “Because that’s what this stupid and filthy muggle of a girl is like,” it looked as though his heart was about to burst out of his chest and his expressions looked as though he were surprised. “Despite everything, I tried to push you away—but I couldn’t even if Hermione would urge me to,” you chuckled, remembering the times she’d threaten to take away your prized and favourited possession. “And I forgive you after everything. So please, don’t cry anymore, my Snowman,” he chuckled, recalling the time you guys built a snowman family with the amount of children you two would have.

You reached out your hand to him and he hesitantly, looking up at you and your hand until he took it into his own, resting his cheek against yours. It was enough to completely shatter you. He was yours again—and you were his. “I’m never leaving you again,” he whispered. “Never will I part from you. I’ll make sure nobody hurts you,” it had taken time for you two to rebuild a relationship. He’d look guilty from time to time but he learned to let go of the past—and when he had shown you the Dark Mark on his left wrist, it torn you apart again.

There was dark red outlines on his skin around the Dark Mark, there were scars, and it looked as though he had tried multiple solutions to get rid of it. But it wasn’t something to get rid of that easily, and slowly as time went on—with you, he accepted it. Still, at nights, he’d have nightmares, whimper and cry in his sleep, and he’d sweat profusely. He was, and with your help, learning to let go of everything.

Draco had gotten up from the couch, raising up his sleeves as he had crept up from behind you, your apron he had bought you for your birthday he fiddled with as his arms travelled around your waist. “I never meant to fall in love,” he whispered. “But I went and did a dangerous game that almost didn’t give me the wife I love so dearly and a kid I’d die for,” Draco kissed the back of your neck as he pushed aside the cutting board, making sure you were looking outside the window that seemed so familiar.

“I don’t care about anything except you and the family we created together,” he wrapped his arms around your stomach, there, was another baby. “And I continue to hope and watch what the future holds for us and what we’re expecting,” he smiled, turning you around to meet the kisses he planted on your forehead. “I was close to losing you. But you had taken me back, accepted me, all while you still loved me as I felt the same way,” Draco whispered.

“I love you, I love you, I love you,” he spoke multiple times with delicacy in his voice.

idk if your celebration is still going but idc😋😋 clichés are so🤭

☝️- draco pretended to like the reader just so the reader could help him with homework answers (like get them to do his work and stuff), BUT he ends up actually falling in love with them

DM. HOMEWORK HELP

one shot

LIVING for this. I hope you love this as much as I loved writing it, I’m obsessed w this concept. Thank you for such an amazing request <333

IDK IF I DID THIS REQ JUSTICE.

A paper bird landed on your desk, covering the potions recipe you were trying to memorise. Your head lifted, but no one was around your corner of the library.

The crinkling of paper unfolding seemed like a disturbance against the quiet of the room, but at least you had something to distract yourself from studying.

The note read, ‘I’ve always had a thing for ravenclaws.’

A low voice cleared his throat. A handsome slytherin stood beside you, someone you didn’t recognise but might’ve seen around the halls if you really thought hard enough.

He smirked, and slid into the seat beside you with ease. An arm rested on the back of your chair, his chin resting on his other hand. Lazy, charming, and all too professional - he must have been used to this sort of thing.

You shot him an unimpressed look, glancing at his arm. “Do I know you?”

His smile faltered and he shuffled to sit upright, but caught himself and cooly replied, “My mistake, ravenclaw. I’m Malfoy, Draco Malfoy. You…” he paused, cleared his throat, and asked, “haven’t heard of me?”

Even though you couldn’t help finding him attractive, all you could think was who did this guy think he was? “No, sorry. Should I?”

He breathed out a chuckle and leant in closer, trying to shift your focus from the blond boy beside you to your textbooks again. “There’s plenty of time to get to know me, don’t worry, Y/N.”

You stiffened.

He laughed, “Yeah, and I’m trying to get to know you. I have a thing for ravenclaws.” He tilted his head so that he was peering into your vision. “I have a thing for you.”

Your heart started thumping harder.

You felt the hot flush on your cheeks before you saw the grin on his face, and it would’ve irritated you if you weren’t too busy keeping the embarrassing blush down.

His knee nudged yours from beneath the desk, teasing and playful.

Draco leaned closer, and gestured to your books. “Studying hard?”

Perhaps he changed subject for your blooming face’s sake or he was just making conversation, but you appreciated it nonetheless.

You nodded, “Potions.”

He inhaled through his teeth, a sound as if he’d just remembered something and cringed. “That’s crazy, I was just coming here to find something to help with potions. Snape is being an ass this week.”

You smiled at his words, still focusing on the textbook. He’d grown on you in the few minutes you’d known him. If he was here to study, that meant he might leave any moment…and for some reason, that thought tugged at your chest as if your heart was willing you to prevent it. You tapped the quill against the page. You felt his eyes on your actions, on your fingers, on you.

It wouldn’t hurt to help him. It wouldn’t be selfish to keep the boy beside you for a little longer if it meant you were also helping him - and, besides, the library was so cold, and his tall figure was so warm.

You looked up at him, the blue in his eyes glinting under the candlelight. “Would you…like some help?”

Draco grinned.

-

When he rounded the corner, completed potions homework in hand, Blaise met him on the other side with a question lingering in his eyes.

“Did you get them?”

Draco slapped down on his extended hand in a high five, “Yeah, I got them. She was easy.”

Blaise chuckled, “Come on, mate. I need to fill out my questions, now.”

Draco pulled the papers away from his prying hands, “Are you joking? I didn’t go through all this effort just for you to copy me. Get your own girl to copy answers from.”

Blaise parted his mouth in shock, “You said she was easy.”

“Yeah, but I’m not. What are you giving me for my answers?”

He scowled, but shrugged and started towards the library. “Fine, I’ll just have to try my own luck with Y/N. She sounds simple enough.”

Draco’s hand shot out, grabbing his friend to halt his approach to you.

Both pairs of eyes stared at his hand, and Blaise gave Draco a strange look. “What?”

He didn’t even know himself. Something about the thought of Blaise approaching you, when you had seemed so…so…well, there was just something that had made Draco genuinely enjoy sitting besides you apart from getting his answers.

And he just didn’t feel like sharing.

Draco slammed the papers against Blaise’s chest, who’s hands came out to grab them as he watched Draco stalk back down the corridors, departing with a grumbled, “Just copy it.”

His brows crossed. What was up with him?

-

The halls were silent, and Draco was creeping along them. His robes concealed books, parchment, quills for two. He kept his steps quiet, his eyes wary for teachers and prefects, but he couldn’t help the apprehension in each movement as he made his way closer to the ravenclaw common rooms.

During Charms, a simple, sneaky letter was all it took after the professor had announced the essay due the next day to arrange a last minute study date. He had you blushing across the classroom as you read the note, your fingers curled around the edges as if stifling your anticipation.

Anticipation that he now found himself mirroring, down the hallways and all the way to the knock at the door. He desperately needed help with this essay - if only because all the previous ones he’d skipped and for his grade’s sake, he couldn’t afford to skip another one - so it was just his luck that he had you. And the fact that you were pretty…well, it was definitely a plus. It gave him something to look at when the books became too boring.

It was that pretty face that greeted him at the doors.

You shushed him in and extended your hand, guiding him through to the quietness of your dorms. Candlelight and a distant moonshine lit up the otherwise dark room, and Draco noticed for the first time how your eyes shined brighter under the night. The light that beamed behind your smile as you looked up at him. 

He’d seen that look before, in many other girls before you.

He didn’t mean for anything to come by this. Originally, he only needed someone to think was they were liked by him, someone infatuated enough to hand over any help he might need - he couldn’t have cared less if you fell in love along the way. Now, he found himself feeling bad for stringing you along. For using you for his academic successes.

And, even more confusingly, he felt bad for the strange feelings he had whenever he glanced at that pretty face.

-

He smiled down at the girl at her desk, and tucked her hair behind her ears. “Hello, Y/N.”

You looked up, already knowing who it was from the gentle touch of his hand, and smiled back. “Hello, Draco. Here for more homework help, or just had enough of those friends of yours?”

He chuckled as he slid into the chair beside you - never opposite, as he always felt it was somehow too far - and remembered how just last visit he’d somehow started ranting about his friends who annoyed him in some way or other, and how you’d listened patiently the entire time. He hadn’t even realised his mouth had opened and his minor secret had spilled, but apparently you had somehow made him unaware enough to tell it.

“Both. And, I just missed you.”

He grinned at the way your smile shrunk into a shy expression, how your cheeks flushed up just at such simple, easy words.

Getting his homework done had never been easier.

“So hav you done your charms assignment this week, ravenclaw?”

You nodded, sorting through the books in front of you before holding out a blue one and gesturing it to him. “Here, I completed it just a few hours ago. The dissertation was fairly easy, but apparently you need all the help you can get.”

Your words were playfully sarcastic, and you felt a sense of inner accomplishment as Draco beamed at help you were offering - you couldn’t help but find yourself enjoying these visits more and more. A part of you had started intrusively thinking - hoping, perhaps wishing - that he was using homework as an excuse to meet you.

There couldn’t be another reason for the coincidence of always having homework troubles when seeing each other.

Either way, your heart had gradually grown fond of the boy. Against your own will, it had started fluttering at his warm presence. At his gentle touch. At his lovely, increasingly familiar scent.

You hadn’t expected anything to come of it. Originally, you had expected him to just be bored - perhaps even lonely - and had just happened to find you in the library and thought to bother. Instead, you dared imagine that…perhaps you were in the process of something more.

Something that you had never seen before.

Your fingers played with the corner of your textbook and tried to ignore his burning stare on the side of your face. He tucked your offered work away, but didn’t make to leave.

Instead, he watched your fingers delicately trace the book and tried to ignore your absent stare, wishing it would meet his.

And it did. You looked up at him, “Do you need help with something else?”

He felt something heavy settle with your words, as if he was disappointed that you only assumed he was here for the homework. But then again, he was. So what was his problem?

Draco cleared his throat and went to reply, but then a hand clamped down on his shoulder. He first looked to you, to your eyes that glanced behind him up at whoever it was.

He turned his head over his shoulder, to the tall figure that stood there.

“Blaise, what do you want?”

Instead of responding to him - or even looking at him - Blaise was looking at you. Draco recognised the look in his eye, the pleasant surprise that the smartest girl in the year was also a sight to please.

His expression turned sultry as he slid into the chair opposite you, and Draco almost kicked him under the table when he grinned and said, “Hello, Y/N. I thought you’d be here.”

You raised your eyebrows, surprised at him sudden attention. Blaise leaned his chin onto his hand and lazily smiled, “I’m stuffing it in old McGonagall’s class and thought I’d find some help here. Who would’ve thought I’d also find such a pretty thing like you, too?”

Draco narrowed his eyes at him. The help he was referring to was you, why was he acting like he wasn’t here with ulterior motives? And, who did he think he was to try and flirt with you?

Before you could even respond, Draco stood from his chair. “Blaise, I found something that’ll help you with McGonagall’s assignment.”

The tall boy tore his eyes from you and crossed his brows, signalling a complaint with his expression that only another guy would get - mate, what the hell? I’m trying to chat up this girl.

“What is it?” Blaise asked.

Draco clenched his fists and fought against dragging him up by his collar and far away from you - only because he’d worked hard to find someone who could help him with all his work, and he just…didn’t feel like sharing. That was it. That’s all it was.

He clenched his teeth, not trusting himself to talk without spitting an insult at his longtime bestfriend. Instead, he angled his head towards the rows and rows of books to the side of them.

Blaise feigned idiocy and slowly turned to look to the shelves, then back to Draco. The laugh his next reply invoked from you made Draco’s jaw twitch in suppressed words, “I didn’t know you could read, Draco.”

So he was funny, now?

You found him funny, now?

If anyone else, perhaps it wouldn’t have bothered him so much. But he knew Blaise was only using you - not like he was, that was different and mutually beneficial in keeping you both entertained and up to date with assignments - and that enraged him.

He rounded the side of the table and couldn’t hide the forceful grip in his hand as he clapped a hand around Blaise’s shoulder, and then pulled him up by his robes with a gritted, “Come on, mate.”

You watched the boys go, disappointment at the empty space beside you.

-

Draco did everything in his self-control to not shove him into the shelves, but somehow Blaise still ended up having to stable himself with a hand against the books with a look of confused irritation plastered on his face.

His stupid, stupid face.

“Malfoy, what the fuck? It was going so great, what a - ”

“Do you know what you’re doing?”

He furrowed his brows and scoffed, “Getting help with my assignment, duh.”

Draco lowered his voice as if you could hear him from across the library, “And why are you trying it with my girl?”

He caught himself just after the words were out, but it was too late. Blaise’s eyes widened and he almost spluttered out something no-doubt stupid, but Draco quickly corrected himself. “My girl who helps me. With my homework.”

Blaise looked at him strangely. “If you had a thing for her, you could’ve just said. I would’ve backed off. I mean, shit, it’s easy enough to find a ‘claw around here.”

He shook his head fiercely, “No, Zabini. I don’t have a thing for her.”

His friend let out an exasperated sigh, as if this was harder to understand than McGonagall’s assignment. “You could just talk to her, you know. If you lik - ”

“I don’t fucking like her.” He spat out, his eyes narrowing to a glare. Blaise was taken aback by the fury behind his words, but the boy knew better than to believe that it was aimed at him. Draco was angry with himself - and maybe, just maybe, he could guess why.

He took a step forward, away from the shelves. A smirk danced on his lips. “Good.” Draco’s eyes snapped to his, an anxious confusion behind his angry expression. Blaise continued, drawling every word with a sort of malicious sultry, “Because Y/N looks to be wanting something more than just a study partner. And,” the side of his lip twitched in a look that made Draco’s rile burn up his skin, “I’d be more than happy replacing you.”

Draco’s hands were grabbing his collar, stuffing his friend against the bookshelves and gripping with a anger that didn’t even feel like his own before he could fathom why he felt like this. Why he was so angry, so confused, so…jealous.

Blaise found it within himself to laugh, straight up egging him into a confession by taunting, “You’re fucked, mate.”

“What are you talking about, Zabini?”

Blaise grinned, despite the tightening grip on his collar. He knew what caused this state of his friend. He had seen this look before, in the eyes of girls that trailed after them. The eyes of you who stole glances at him during class. The eyes of Draco, who stole glances back.

He had seen this look before - in people who fell in love.

“Why won’t you do something about it, instead of being such a - ”

Draco glared, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Blaise. I don’t like her. Not in a million years.” He got closer to his face, his jaw clenching, his words seething, “You wanna know why I keep her around?”

Blaise saw the movement from the side of his vision as Draco did not, and tried to interrupt him. “Draco - ”

He made a sound that was close to a growl. “Because she gets my homework done.”

“Do I?”

Both heads snapped to the end of the bookshelf where the voice had come from. A girl stood by the books, her own clutched in her hands as if she’d tidied her desk and had gone looking for someone.

You stood there, and Draco panicked. He didn’t know why, but he foolishly prayed that you hadn’t heard anything. And in that split moment, his hand frozen and curled around Blaise’s collar in frustration, consequences raced through his head.

No more library sessions. No more sneaking out of your common rooms for last minute help. No more reading your expressions instead of the words on the textbook. No one else to get help from.

But somehow, the last had grown insignificant. He quickly scrambled away from his friend’s figure, and took a step towards you as he tried to push away the raging thoughts of losing you.

“No, I didn’t mea - ”

You shook your head, “No, you did. And I’m glad - if it wasn’t for you, I might’ve forgotten to hand deadlines in.” You looked into his eyes, and Blaise saw that familiar look drift away into a fierce, almost terrifying one. “Thanks a lot, Draco.”

Amongst the tightening air, Blaise couldn’t help but feel that if he was the one on the other side of that stare, the one who the words were directed to, he would be running miles in the opposite direction.

His friend took a step forward, “Y/N.”

You held your hand up, stopping him without words, and threw a small book at his feet. “Save it. I was just coming to give you this - even if you’re an asshole, it’s no use to me.”

He felt like kicking the shelves down. He wanted to rip out every page of every book, if only you stopped looking at him like that. He didn’t recognise this look - he’d never seen it in anyone before, but now that you showed it to him, he hoped to never see it from anyone, especially you, again. You turned, and Draco’s outstretched hand that reached to you lowered as you walked away, the book not even acknowledged. Then you stopped, and his heart raced. You faced him, and hope flooded his chest.

“I won’t be studying in the library anymore, so don’t try and find me.”

And the hope drained, while his heart slowed. The air deflated as you really walked away this time, past the shelves and away from sight. The sound of the doors closing echoed through the entire library - or maybe it didn’t, maybe he was going crazy.

“Shit, mate.”

He ignored the guy beside him, and picked up the book. A piece of parchment stuck out from the top - a forgotten note?

Draco looked back up, hoping to see you again if only you had come back to claim something left behind - if not him, then at least this silly note.

When he realised you were long gone, when Blaise had even stalked off to god knows where, he slowly pulled the note out to see if it was worth returning to you.

And he realised it wasn’t even yours. It was his. It was written for him.

With a clench of his chest, he dully noted it must’ve been written before this had all happened.

The note read, ‘I’ve made you a timetable - this way, you’ll hopefully never forget an assignment again. You might not be as smart as a ravenclaw, but I suppose I’ve always had a thing for slytherins.”

Pls this is soooo hottttt hjkdbfj

Love at not first sight

**gif isn't mine!!

All character are over 18!

So this was supposed to be a headcannon on how Marcus and the reader met but it turned out more like a one-shot? Anyways this is my first time writing in a very, very long time so no hate please :)

A little bit ooc for everyone but it was really just get a little bit of ground on how to write again.

TW: Swearing, minor character death, blood, fighting, sexual tension, innuendo and suggestive words/actions and shitty writing.

Words: 2.3k

Happy reading!!

You were one of the rats, but was still respected by everyone including Chico’s gang.

It wasn’t love at first sight lemme tell you that. It was more of kidnapper enemies to friends to lovers type of trope.

He was angry with you for forcing him to come back, whereas you just thought he was an idiot for refusing to follow Master Lin’s orders. However, you started getting along once he joined the rats.

At first it was awkward, you would ignore home and flip him off and the tension between you guys was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Yet you soon found your common interests. You both hated Brandy-Lynn with a passion and in a way you bonded over that in the first place. Soon enough, you guys were hanging out in his room when Shabnam wasn’t there, getting high in your dorm when your roommate Saya was out with the Kuroki Syndicate, and listening to one another’s favourite music.

It was paradise in a way. The rats were all friends now and you would go to the graveyard every Friday night to smoke weed. Soon enough the looks shared between you two weren’t innocent and you weren’t the only one who noticed. Billy was like a brother to you and wary of you liking Marcus. Especially with Maria being such a psycho and liking him as well.

It was clear since the beginning that Maria liked Marcus. Whether it was to make Chico Jealous, to spite you or actual love no one knew. However what was clear between the rats was that Maria wasn’t going to give up on making Marcus fall in love with her and boy was that going to get you all in a lot of trouble.

As mentioned, Billy was like a brother to you, so when he decided to go to Vegas and kill his dad, you were on board first. Anything to help your brother, right?

Soon enough the rest of the gang agreed to come, including Maria and Willy. However it was clear that Marias intentions weren’t pure, she was going along to make sure nothing happened between you and Marcus and not to help Billy with murdering his dad. Since there were 6 of you and only five car seats… you know where this is going right?

Yup, you were willing forced to sit in Marcus’s lap for the rest of the ride. Even though you couldn’t tell, Marcus didn’t mind it all. In fact, it made him calmer knowing you were with him otherwise he would be freaking out right now about what this youthful group was going to commit.

Once you get to the hippy bar he’s immediately in search of drugs, anything to help him calm his nerves. When you enter the bar he tries to impress you by buying you a beer with his fake ID but it backfires terribly. However you manage to seduce the bartender into getting you two free beers which not only impresses Marcus but also makes him feel a little bit embarrassed that he wasn’t able to get you a drink instead.

Once again, 6 people at a table for 5. Guess where you end up? At this point you didn’t mind sitting on Marcus’s lap however you wouldn’t dare admitting that to anyone, especially to Marcus. After all you guys were just friends, no feelings between either of you. Right?

While focusing on hiding your feelings for Marcus, you were oblivious to his feelings for you. He tried really hard not to make his heart race whenever you were in his vicinity but he thought you were drop dead gorgeous after all.

What you didn’t fail to notice was how his hand wrapped around your waist and how his fingers would draw small circles on the side of your stomach. Marcus didn’t either fail to notice how your breath hitched. The cocky bastard loved the effect he had on you.

His hand then lowers itself to the bottom of your thigh and slowly drags up until it reaches the hem of your dress. Even though he seems cocky, Marcus is freaking out on the inside, wondering where he got this sudden burst of courage. While drinking the rest of your beer, Marcus’s hand reaches slightly under your dress which makes you choke on your drink.

The rest of the group shares confused looks yet Saya somehow knew what was going on. You excused yourself to the restroom and Marcus followed, claiming he was just going to “check up on you”.

Once you're both in the bathroom, he immediately presses you against the wall. His hot breath against your face somehow made you shiver and his body pressed against yours made you warm.

Maybe it was the seven tabs of acid he took or the several shots he had taken (courtesy of you and your amazing flirting skills) but his confidence took over. Soon enough you both were half naked and making out, about take it further until Maria knocked on the door.

“Hurry up Y/N! We gotta go! Have you seen Marcus? I’ve been meaning to talk to him.”

“No… Uh Maria I haven’t.. seen… him.”

You lost track of your words while Marcus kept kissing you lower and lower.

“Ummm Ok? I’ll meet you at the car!” Shout Maria through the bathroom door.

“Common Marcus”, you muttered disappointed due to the interruption caused by Maria. His pupils were blown and by the time you got out of the bathroom, out the bar, got him out from under the car and into the car, it had been an hour.

Once you got to the hotel in Vegas you lost track of Marcus but found him at the bar headed towards the elevator. He looked a bit sobered up and uneasy as if he had seen a ghost.

“You ok?” you asked him.

“Yeah I uh I’m fine. I gotta go, I'll see you later” he responded.

You thought he was purposely ignoring you because of what happened at the bar since you guys were only friends… right?

You didn’t follow him up to the hotel room but rather stayed downstairs in the casino with Saya. When Billy came running up to you, you knew something was wrong.

"I just asked at the lobby and it turns out his room is neighbouring ours." Billy started nervously, he looked like he was going to back out any second. Not because he was afraid to kill his dad, but because he was afraid of getting caught. No, he needed that bastard dead, it was to save his family after all.

"Who?" You asked like a complete, oblivious idiot. You were halfway drunk due to all the shots you had taken. The way Marcus had acted had gotten to your head and you wanted to get rid of your nerves before killing Billy's dead beat dad.

"His dad you fuckin' idiot" Saya said while shoving your arm in hopes to restart your memory.

The alcohol was really getting to your head.

"I'll go with Billy to get the job done. Y/n go find Marcus and Maria, make sure they're ready to help get rid of the body and leave as soon as possible." Said Saya, her being the least drunk and most responsible in your current trio.

You nodded your head, a little bit hazy but still able to somewhat comprehend what Saya had just told you.

You walked towards the elevator which Marcus had taken around an hour ago and when you entered you saw a man, in his early 20's with half his face burned off. He looked horrible really, but you were a little too drunk to notice.

"Hey" the guy said. There was something off about him, but it was impossible to tell in your current state.

"Hey" you said back, trying to be as polite as possible. He was creeping you out but soon enough he got out and you got off a couple floors later.

You had sobered up a little after your short yet creepy interaction with the guy in the elevator and were taking out your keycard. You heard shouting inside the room which was weird considering only Marcus was supposed to be in there.

You open the door and walk in and see something you most definitely weren't expecting. Maria, half naked in lingerie straddling Marcus on the bed and Chico, Marias (ex)boyfriend yelling at the two.

Neither Maria nor Chico had noticed you Marcus however, did. How could he not after all? You looked amazing, in your gorgeous dress, with your shiny hair and beautiful face. To him, you looked like an angel. An angel who looked furious, shocked and saddened by the ongoing motion in the room.

Rather than focusing on Marcus and what he was doing with Maria, you grabbed the lamp on the small desk by the entrance and smashed it over Chico's head, using the element of surprise to your advantage.

To say Maria and Marcus were surprised would be an understatement. You weren't one for violence, however, you were absolutely pissed at the couple on the bed and Chico scared you so it seemed like the only reasonable option.

"We have to go, common" you muttered, not wanting your feelings to take over.

"Wait Y/N let me expl-" Marcus started until he was cut off by the figure of Saya and Billy covered in blood and standing in the doorway.

You rushed past them and out the door, not wanting to stay in the room a second more. Billy stared at you confused while Saya looked like she was about to kill both Maria and Marcus for what (it looked like) they had done.

Hurry up, she started to get pissed to bother yelling at either of them. Marcus ran out the door in search of you while Maria quickly got dressed whereas Billy hurried off after you and Marcus.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Saya asked Maria while they were walking down the corridor of the Hotel.

"What? It's not like he has a girlfriend or anything. Besides, I broke with Chico before we left so it wasn't like I was actually cheating on him. I needed a distraction and Marcus just happened to be there." Maria said innocently.

"Right..." Said Saya, not believing a word of the bullshit Maria had just spewed out.

You reached Willy who was by the car first in the abandoned, underground parking, Marcus soon behind you and then Billy who was still confused but worried about his sister.

“Please Y/N just let me explain I swear we didn’t do anyth-'' he started trying to explain until he was cut off again.

“Explain what? That you’re so busy trying to fuck Maria?” you asked him sarcastically. Billy and Willy looked at each other shocked by what you had said which made Marcus pull you over to the side where they wouldn’t be able to hear you.

“No, I obviously wasn’t trying to fuck Maria. She came onto me, I would never do anything like that with her.”

“What, and you just expect me to believe you? Believe you like how I thought that you actually liked me but then you were hooking up with Maria meanwhile Billy was killing his own dad in the room next door?! What the hell is wrong with you?”

“FOR THE LAST TIME I WASN’T TRYING TO FUCK HER!” Marcus screamed, making Billy and Willy turn towards you two again.

“ I swear we weren't doing anything Y/N, please just let me explain” the pleading in his voice winning you over. Marcu was on the verge of tears, he could never imagine hurting you like this, not in a million years. And yet, he had.

“Fine. Just hurry up, we have to leave soon.” You said, tears streaming down your face while you were moving back and forth on the heels of your feet in a nervous manner. You were exhausted, having stayed up the entire car ride making sure Billy wasn’t freaking and not having had any time to rest in the room due to you know what. Your hair looked more dishevelled than your usual and your eyes were puffy but Marcus couldn’t notice. He didn’t understand how you did it. How you looked so flawless, not matter the time, occasion or setting. He really thought you were an angel. Cement pillar

“Goddammit I swear nothing happened Y/N, I was high on acid and fell asleep on the bed. Next thing I know, Maria is on top of me while her Fucken boyfriend walks in and then seconds later you walk in. I swear I was gon’ push her right off. I don’t even like her shes crazy as fuck and Chico’s also fucking insane. I don’t like her, I like you. You’re intelligent, funny and witty and your so, so fucking beautiful. You’re literally drop dead gorgeous.”

“What and you still expect me to believe you?” You were still unsure whether his words were true or not. You didn’t know if Marcus himself had noticed it but he tended to be a people pleaser, made people hear what they wanted to hear.

“Prove it” You said to him.

“What-” He looked at you stunned, not expecting you to voluntarily talk to him anymore. Yet the fact that you did made his heart flutter more than he was willing to admit. Marcus hated the effect you had on him, how weak you made him. Love, at King’s Dominion, was seen as a weakness and it scared him so much.

“Prove it”, you repeated, “Prove to me that you want me, that you love me-”

Marcus didn’t need more clarification. He wrapped his left hand around your waist and the other in your hair cutting you off with a kiss. A kiss so passionate and filled with love, love from his heart.

“Is this enough proof? Or do you want me to kiss you again?” He said while trying to hide a not so innocent smirk.

Breathlessly, you looked up at him and said, “I think you might need to do that again, you know, just to really prove yourself”.

And he did.

the things draco would do if he has a crush on you !!

๑.pairings: draco x fem!reader

๑.genre: no voldy au, fluff, crack + sfw !!

๑.warnings: a lil bit ooc draco, simp!draco, cussing

๑.status + house: all in general

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he'll look onto your interests. even if it's muggle one he doesn't mind it.

he'll def be ooc whenever he thinks and sees you.

he would try to learn how to tie shoelaces just in case of your shoes to be loose🙈

If he was sly before, he's even MORE sly than he ever was.

HE'LL DEF HELP (FINISH) YOUR ESSAYS IN A SUBJECT YOU ARE BAD AT.

Would fly you on his broom way too fast so that you could hold him.

Uhhh,, expect some sudden gifts, he's a material boy after all 💅

he would stare at you like a hawk even in far away.

Uh expect some special treatment :))

He would deginitely owl his mother about you (hehehe narcissa would read at his letter and cries softly to see his son having a crush on you)

expect that his mother will add on some gifts for you, as a thank you for changing her son in a best way possible.

He would walk with you in class <33

in every training, or in match, he would always look out the side to see if you were there,

And if you are, he'll try to show off his flying skills and even get the snitch in a quidditch match.

Expect the constant teasing at you just for you to give him the attention he wants 🙄

hallaur the SMIRK??

he would fly an origami to you in class 😳

he's a fucking simp that's all <33

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also, ty @drqcos for the help hehe u r a life saver 😩 <33

Pansy: You got a haircut.

Y/n: Oh, yeah. Do you like it?

Pansy: Looks okay-- I guess.

[later]

Pansy, sobbing into Draco' shoulder: She looks so good.

Draco: I know.

Pansy: I'm so gay.

Draco: I know…

DRACO MALFOY in HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRICE (2009)