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In Your Hands (Draco Malfoy X Reader)

Request: Yayyy Potter fan~!!! I was wondering if you could do a Reader x Draco where the reader is super super super shy and soft and just a pure ball of innocence and purity (Like ya wanna hug them cause they so smol and pure) and many love the reader but their heart is set on their lovable boyfriend Draco??? Just pure pure fluff :3 thank you 💞💞💞

Words: 1048

Characters/Pairings: Draco x Reader, Fred Weasley, George Weasley

Warnings: Fluff, my man.

A/N: I’m sorry for my long absence. I’ve been going throw some stuff and writing honestly just seemed like the hardest thing to bring myself to do. But I’m working on bringing myself back and will try to fill the requests I still have. Thank you for your patience. 

The small figure of the Ravenclaw moved swiftly through the crowded hallways, classes were over and they had a date with their recently obtained boyfriend after. They smiled to themselves at the thought of the blonde Slytherin.

Draco Malfoy never seemed like the type to give a shy Ravenclaw any attention, especially a half-blood as they were. But after being paired up in potions, both of which excelled at, Draco was singing a different tune.

That is to say when they were alone. No one knew of their recent admission of feelings nor the fact they were even friends. It wasn’t as if Draco wanted to hide the fact that they were together, but he didn’t want word getting back to his father. 

No doubt the elder Malfoy would force them apart, breaking both the teenagers’ hearts. And (Y/N) was content with the secret courtship, as long as they had him in the night, then they could wait until they graduated. Then, they’d run away from the Malfoys and live together in a cottage in the country. 

Lost in thought, (Y/N) didn’t see the tall figures coming toward her until she ran into one. With a squeak and a deep blush, the Ravenclaw jumped back and apologized.

“I-I’m-I’m so sor, sorry!” Their head was bowed so all they saw were two pairs of tattered trainers. 

“Hey, (Y/N), it’s no problem!” The voice of Fred Weasley sounded above her, to the right.

“Yeah, we know we’re so magnetic that you couldn’t help but bump into us!” George was on the left.

Looking up, (Y/N) saw the two with charming grins on their faces, hands in their pockets with their sleeves rolled up. Truly an attractive sight. If her face wasn’t red before, it certainly was now.

These two were very popular. So popular that (Y/N) didn’t even know that the two knew their name. They were just a reclusive Ravenclaw after all. They always had people around them so it wasn’t surprising that they had a crowd of friends behind them. 

“U-Um….” (Y/N) didn’t know what to say. Having this many eyes on them sent their blood rushing to their face and the breath to leave their lungs. Their words stuck in their throat.

“We’re all going down to Hogsmeade, want to join us?” Fred asked with a grin.

“We’ll even treat you to a butterbeer! Sounds fun, yeah?” George added. 

How do you say no? They can’t say they have a date already; they’d ask with who. And they can’t say no because they have to study, that would make them look like a stiff. And just saying no would be rude in general. Oh, Godric. Since when was there such a lack of oxygen in the castle? 

“Don’t you Weasleys have anything better to do?” The voice behind them sent their heart soaring. Draco! They schooled their features but couldn’t quite hide the glimmer in their eyes. 

“What was that, Malfoy?” Fred glared over (Y/N)’s head at the younger boy. 

“You heard me. Back off, (Y/N) and I have a project for Potions to work on. And I’m not going to fail because of some red-headed pricks.” Draco laid a hand on (Y/N)’s shoulder in a possessive way but was rather gentle. 

“As if someone like them would want to hang out with a prat like you!” George crossed his arms and widened his stance. It seemed like things were about to get ugly. 

“W-wait.” Their voice was just above a whisper, but they managed to get the three boys’ attention. “I-I prom-promised Draco I’d help tonight.”

The twins deflated and looked at each other before shrugging. 

“Well, if you ever change your mind, you know where our common room is,” They said together.

“They won’t,” Draco mumbled as they walked away. (Y/N) sighed and grabbed his hand, after making sure no one was around.

“Come on, Draco.”

After the incident, Draco led them to an empty classroom. Well empty of desks and chairs, but was filled with floating candles, cushions and blankets. The entire room was cozy as a fire crackled in the fireplace. Small snacks and fruit were spread out on a tray in front of the cushions.

Draco had them sit amongst the cushions, with them in between his legs. Their back rested against his chest as he ran his fingers through their hair. Their face was crimson as he whispered in their ear. 

He didn’t want to let them go. He never had anyone who showed him so much affection and love like they did. He wanted to show them how much he appreciated them choosing him. No one ever chose him. At least, just for the sake of him. Either people avoided him for who they thought he was, or they befriended him for the power of his parents. It was never just Draco. 

In their time, they spoke of nothing and everything, of time and space, and of music and magic. Together, they dined on strawberries and butterbeer, letting the alcohol warm their veins, along with their complete adoration for the other. 

(Y/N) was comfortable here. In Draco’s arms. Upon first meeting Draco, they didn’t know what to make of him. They, of course, were terrified of meeting someone new. Let alone someone with such a shady family reputation.

But (Y/N)’s mother always told her to never judge a book by its cover. And they are so glad that they didn’t. Draco was sweet and considerate. Always taking care to not pressure the nervous Ravenclaw. Even when they first met, he was nice. As nice as he could be in the eye of the public. So, he basically ignored them, while slowly falling in love with his Potions partner. 

His grip tightened around their waist, his forehead dropping to their shoulder. “Draco? Are you alright?” (Y/N) inquired, bringing up a hand to run through his hair. He caught the appendage and laced his fingers with theirs. Looking up, he locked eyes with his partner and kissed the back of their hand. Their face was red with hot embarrassment. 

“I love you.” He pressed another kiss to the inside of their wrist. Then their palm. A kiss of adoration and desire and one to symbolize that his heart is in their hands.

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