Crush ~~ Draco Malfoy.

Crush ~~ draco malfoy.

This is simply a point of view of a third party.

Time : Golden Era 

Warnings : None. Mentions of dirty comments and kissing and close proximity.

Pairings : Draco Malfoy x Reader 

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I wanna line my walls with photographs you sent

Of you lying in your swimsuit on the bed

Can't live without your love inside me now

I'll find a way to slip into your skin, somehow

Draco had a way of pestering people. Including her. Someone he was madly infatuated with. Passing flirty, mean comments her way, whispering filthy things into her ear when no one was looking. Sneaking glances at her even when she was looking. He wasn’t embarrassed when he realized he was finding himself excited to see her when she came out of the common room in the mornings after with her uniform perfect. Starting to flirt with her was easy. Asking her about her skirt’s length and the boys she’d been with the previous nights, even though he felt a tug in his chest and held his breath unknowingly to hear her mutter some stupid git’s name or ‘shove off Draco’.

He liked the astronomy tower and she, the black lake. Turn by turn they’d visit these places. Before breakfast, meetings at the astronomy tower were ‘scheduled’ as said by Draco and then the black lake in the afternoon. The Common room owned their nights where they would talk for hours. Or rather she, while Draco looking at her, her eyes, her lashes or her lips which looked so sweet which he so wanted to kiss. 

As a rich brat, he’d gotten himself several things but one became his absolute favorite- a Polaroid. He would carry it everywhere hoping he’d run into her in the hallways walking with her friends. He’s click a photograph of her without even telling her. When the ‘gifting season’ would come, he’d give her some of the Polaroids he had clicked before. And if he was feeling generous enough, he’d show her which ones he decided to keep of hers. With her permission of course. He was a gentleman after all. 

I wanna fuck your love slow

Catch my heart, go swim

Feel your lips crush

Hold you here, my loveliest friend

The common room was silent. The fire was the only thing cackling in the dungeons. And of course Draco’s nervous breathes. She was sitting on the green colored carpeted floor, with her head resting on the couch head as Draco sat beside her admiring her beauty. She wasn’t daft. She knew they both felt a certain something for each other but was still unsure. Nervously, he asked her lightly whispering, “Can I kiss you ?” “I was hoping you’d ask me that Draco. Its high time anyway”. Laughing lightly, he pulled her in for a sweet kiss lasting about 5 seconds when she asked him the question he was waiting for since a long time ago, “Can we share your bed tonight, Draco? I’ve felt happy after a long time.” “Of course. I mean you can still see the black lake so we can skip the noon time to steal some kisses or cuddle?. I mean it’s whatever you’d like pretty girl.”. She blushed oh so lightly at his sweet silly compliment.

When he woke up in the morning, he kept re-playing the incident from last night not too long ago while staring at her in pure adoration when she said, “Its rude to stare you know.” 

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Something Sweet

Fanfiction : One Direction

Pairings : Harry x Zayn

Warnings : Fluff, implied stuff, touching

Mini imagine, massive blurb

Having a writer's block was something Harry never faced. It was his enemy. Something he absolutely despised. He had written so many songs based on his life - his unexplored sexuality, his thoughts on touch, love, girls, men and Louis. He just wanted the fans to see what Zayn meant to him.

Sitting in his office room, Harry thought of taking a break. A break. His room was right next to the kitchen in that shared apartment. There was a warm, salty vanilla-like smell that lured him straight into the kitchen.

And there he was. The Perfect Man. HIS Perfect Man, Zayn. He had gotten off the phone talking to Gigi about their daughter and parental duties. He was making those 'small mutton pastries' for his daughter.

Harry did not like Gigi. The way her family treated Zayn; if only they were lucky enough to see his side. He did like the little girl though. Maybe he thought he'll have one with Zayn or a mini guy Darcy but he did somehow.

He walked into the kitchen lazily and sat on one of the bar stools opposite perfection. Zayn had heard Harry's grunting while sitting on that stool and boy did it do something to him !

"What're ya makin' ?"

"Did you write anything for the new title track?"

"What're ya makin' Zayn ?"

"Samosas. Do you want one ?"

"Can I have you instead? "

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Something Sweet

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Fanfiction : One Direction

Pairings : Harry x Zayn

Warnings : Fluff, implied stuff, touching

Mini imagine, massive blurb

Having a writer's block was something Harry never faced. It was his enemy. Something he absolutely despised. He had written so many songs based on his life - his unexplored sexuality, his thoughts on touch, love, girls, men and Louis. He just wanted the fans to see what Zayn meant to him.

Sitting in his office room, Harry thought of taking a break. A break. His room was right next to the kitchen in that shared apartment. There was a warm, salty vanilla-like smell that lured him straight into the kitchen.

And there he was. The Perfect Man. HIS Perfect Man, Zayn. He had gotten off the phone talking to Gigi about their daughter and parental duties. He was making those 'small mutton pastries' for his daughter.

Harry did not like Gigi. The way her family treated Zayn; if only they were lucky enough to see his side. He did like the little girl though. Maybe he thought he'll have one with Zayn or a mini guy Darcy but he did somehow.

He walked into the kitchen lazily and sat on one of the bar stools opposite perfection. Zayn had heard Harry's grunting while sitting on that stool and boy did it do something to him !

"What're ya makin' ?"

"Did you write anything for the new title track?"

"What're ya makin' Zayn ?"

"Samosas. Do you want one ?"

"Can I have you instead? "