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marie

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Citrus & Smoke (Draco Malfoy X Gender-neutral Reader)

Citrus & Smoke (Draco Malfoy x Gender-neutral reader)

this is for you babe, @sadittarius-art inspired by our dm's last night

He really didn’t like it. No one bit. The way his hands held her, his lips close to her ear, the blush she had on her cheeks—no Draco didn’t like. Not one fuckin’ bit. A part of him was still in shock—had been for over a year now, ever since he found out his baby sister—his little Lyra was getting married to his traitor of a friend. He remembered how he gave Nott a shiner, after he found out Theo was shaggin his sister. You wouldn’t believe how pissed he was once he found out that the bugger was now marrying her. Stealing her he was, he corrected himself.

Grey eyes glared menacing at Theo Nott as he spun his new wife; Lyra Nott, on the dance floor. What a dick. How dare he look that happy! Stealing his sweet sister out from beneath him!

A hand clapped him on the shoulder, drawing his attention. “Well, well, look who’s here! Finally come around, did ya?”

“Fuck you, Blaise,” Draco glared at the smirking Italian. Blaise’s blue eyes danced with mirth. “Oh, come on! Lighten up! It’s your sister’s wedding, for god’s sake! Look how happy she is, shagging our friend!”

The blonde-haired man swung around and punched. A crack sounded and Blaise groaned, his hand flying up to his now bleeding nose.

“What the fuck?!”

“That’s what you get you stupid piece of shit,” drawled a high, yet deep-ish voice. Pansy Parkinson. She smiled at Draco, her green eyes narrowed and her arms crossed over her chest. Her hair, no longer cut short, flowed in a black waterfall of waves, with a pearl clip on the side. She wrapped her arms around Draco, hugging him in a friendly way. Gone was her school infatuation with him, now the two were closer than ever. She was the only one who knew of Dracos sexuality. Well, ever since she walked in on Draco getting ready to suck cock, at least.

“How you doin’ love?” she asked, pressing her lips to his cheek. Draco sighed. “I can’t get over it. No matter how much I try, I can’t imagine her like this.” He waved his hand in Lyra’s direction. “She’s still my little sister. The girl who begged me to help her host tea-parties and play with barbies. She’s still my little star. Not a woman. And definitely not a girl fucking my best friend.”

“But that’s just it, Draco. She is an adult.”

“Whose side are you on, Pans?” He scowled.

Pansy laughed, her eyes rolling as she regarded him. “I’m on my side. Not anyone else’s. And you need to grow up and see how happy she is. Look at Theo, I’ve never seen him this happy before since he got with Lyra.”

Draco glared at his long-time friend. She was right. He’d never seen Theo this happy before. Not since his father was taken away to prison for getting mixed up with a drug lord. And even then, he was only happy to be free of him and his abuse. But with his sister, Theo was truly happy.

“Ugh, I hate it when you’re right. Bitch,”

She smirked. “I’m always right, dick.”

Satisfied she kissed him once more before returning to her date—Neville fucking Longbottom, the DAPD detective. He rolled his eyes at how sickly Longbottom was with his psychotic friend.

Sighing, Draco felt a vibration from his coat pocket. He fished out his phone, resting a groan at the e-mail from his agent.

Hey man, don’t mean to bother you but, you really need to look over and read through the scripts I’ve attached, give my congrats to your sister and her husband.

He growled in annoyance. What a fucking prick. He runs his hand down his face, before eyeing the bar in the back corner of the ballroom in his parents’ house. I need a drink.

He stuffs his phone back into his suit pocket before stalking towards the liquor, in need of some alcohol. Draco sighs and leans against the bar as he watches the bartender run back and forth with drinks, making them, and severing. As he watches, he notices that you are strange. Perhaps it’s the tousled hair and the clip-on bowtie, or maybe it’s the obvious rented uniform and the high-tops you're wearing. Strange colors, magnate, yellow, and cyan, decorated in stripes with white shoe laces. Huh.

“Hi! What can I get you?” You ask, smiling a friendly smile. His grey eyes pierced your own (e/c) orbs. What unusual colour, you thought.

“Can I get a whiskey, neat?” He asks, his voice deep and layered. Whoa, you thought, that’s a voice I’d like to hear in my bed.

“Sure!” You said once you recovered from going cross-eyed over his velvet covered voice. He watched you as you got a tumbler and poured the liquid, your movements fluid—yet clumsy at the same time. You knew your way around but you were still unsure. Huh.

“Here you go!” You placed the tumbler in front of him a smile bright on your face. He took a sip, letting the alcoholic burn down his throat. Ah, that’s what I need. Hello sweet friend.

Draco sets the tumbler down, his eyes drawn to yours as he smiles. “Enjoying the wedding?” You ask, desperate to make conversation and to not get drawn in by his eyes. He frowns. “I guess. Are you?” Your brows furrow and you look down temporarily before responding.

“Well, no one has dragged out a dead body and danced with it yet—so it’s going great!” Draco raises a brow at that, a smile playing at his features. “What?”

You look down before explaining. “That happened at a recent funeral I bartender for.” You rub the back of your neck sheepishly. He laughs. It’s warm, smooth like honey.

“Well, I’m glad no one has dragged a dead body out then.” He says before taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Yeah, that was hard to explain to my boss and the police. Why I left the bar, and all the supplies—thousands of dollars worth of alcohol and stuff.”

Draco narrows his eyes, but a smile was still on his face. He was enjoying this conversation very much so.

“Why did you leave?”

“Cause a fight broke out. And gun shots went off.” His brows shot to his hairline, his mouth gaping.

“W-what?”

“Yeah. Apparently the recently deceased had an affair, and his lover was upset that his drunk wife disrupted his body.” Draco cocked his head. “Oh?” He raised a brow in question.

“Yeah. His lover was a Texan. And male.” Draco guffawed. You joined in his laughter, a snort here and there. “Right? For a guy who comes from a red state and carries a gun, and had the whole “cowboy aesthetic”, he was totally gay. And the bottom.”

Draco smirked. “How can you tell?”

You smirked back. “Trust me, you can always tell. It’s my gaydar.”

A laugh followed him and you watched as the tensity of his shoulders became relaxed. He was relaxing, good.

You watched as he leaned forward, his elbows leaning on the counter, as the alcohol eased his tension. His grey eyes stared into your own eyes. They were pools of striking grey—like a stormy day; it pulled you in and kept you there until the sun broke it up. But there was no sun to break up this storm.

“Sooo, bride or groom?” You asked, hoping to pull yourself away from him and his captivating eyes.

“What?” he asked. You smiled and cocked your head at the couple. “Are you here for the bride or groom?” Draco scowled, his eyes trailing over to where his sister and Theo were. His eyes softened at the scene. Theo’s arms wrapped around Lyra, holding her close as they conversed with the guests.

“The bride. She’s my sister.”

“Oh!” You blushed before nodding your head. “That’s cool.”

He smirks, knowing you’re embarrassed don’t know what to say. “Yeah, it’s cool.” He turns his attention towards you and once again leans forward, his eyes quickly flicked to your lips for a second before he smiled.

“I’m Draco, by the way.”

“Oh! You’re the new Drake Black fan cast!! Now I know why you look so familiar!” You exclaimed, happy to realize why he looked familiar.

He raises a brow and chuckles, while you blush in embarrassment.

“Oops that shouldn’t have came out,”

“Drake Black?” He asked. “Yeah, my best friend, she writes fanfiction, and she loves the book series: “Corrupted Magic” and Drake’s a dark wizard who falls for the hero, aka his old child-hood friend and crush. She loves morally grey characters, and she’s always looking for people to use as fan-casts since the author completely disregarded Drake’s good looks. She’s a bit pissed off, even though it’s been fifteen years since the book series came out,” You explained in a rush.

“But it’s an honor!! You have thousands of simps writing a character after your physical traits!”

“Oh yeah, I guess you could call it that.” He says, unsure what to say of that revelation. I mean he’s always been aware of people “fan-casting” him for character’s he’s never played. He’s been tagged on Instagram numerous times, so he’s aware.

“Um, anyway!” You look away and see customers. “Excuse me for a second,” You quickly rush over to those waiting by the bar while he watches you. He smirks as he realizes that the shoes you’re wearing, besides the colours, they also light up as you walk—reminding him of skectur sneakers. As you walk up to him, now done with the other customers, he notices your name tag. He repeats your name a few times, smiling. He likes you name.

A familiar song plays, (8teen by Khalid) and he watches as your feet tap to the rhythm, and his hearts winces. As you approach and he asks for a refill, he realizes that he hasn’t been this happy by a single, random, conversation in a very long time. Since before he started acting. He takes his now-refilled tumbler and smiles.

“I’ll see you later?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond. He walks away, a swagger in his step, leaving behind the scent of citrus and smoke, in his wake.

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The next morning, as you wake up from the sun streaming in from the window above your messy bed, you see a notification on Instagram. Frowning, you click on the app and gasp. A smile reaches your face as you see the simple three-letter word: “hey,”.

(Neels Visser fan cast as Draco Malfoy, this entire post/one-shot is inspired by a dm conversation between my bestie and his gayness for hot men)