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Y/N and Draco, a different but beautiful couple. No one believed in them except themselves.. until they didn’t.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, crying, swearing, mentions of sex

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I fell for a lie. Everything was a lie.

That is what Draco had been thinking the last couple of days.

He felt numb, used, like it was his fate to be unhappy.

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It was a rainy day at hogwarts. Nothing new for them.

Y/N and Draco were considered that couple in school. He was the rich, mean slytherin while she was the complete opposite. It was weird at first, showing their love in front of hundreds of students. Even though they got used to it, the stares never stopped.

“They will never last”

“I bet she is just using him”

“I heard he gave her his family ring”

“look at the necklace she is wearing, it is worth as much as some houses”

Hand in hand they walked through the halls of the castle. The Malfoy family ring decorating her left index finger. A beautiful diamond necklace making her collarbones stand out even more. She was happy, he was happy. All her friends left her after she told them she was seeing him. Draco’s few friends never really cared about him either.

They were all they had.

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He was laying on his dorm bed one evening, Y/N tugged under the blanket. She was sleeping. He enjoyed watching her sleep, it calmed him. He swore to himself she was the most breathtaking person he had ever seen.

He threw his arm around her, putting her head on his chest. Slightly stroking her hair as he let out a breath of relief. Finding time for each other was incredibly hard since they all shared dorms. Blaise and Theo were outside on the quidditch pitch, they enjoyed doing this at night, Draco never understood why.

Sliding his fingers through her hair as he heard that she let a few “hmm”s out. He smiled to himself, knowing how much she enjoyed it when he was playing with her hair.

“Hmm keep doing that, Harry”

It was quiet. He was quiet. All kinds of thoughts ran through his head.

“She cannot be cheating on me, she would never”,

“Why should she say his name like that”,

“Harry?!”

His heart sank as he remembered seeing harry looking at her the last days. He did not care about it at all, he loved making people jealous, especially his enemies.

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“Y/N! There you are, where in merlins beard were you? I have been looking for you for hours!” Draco exclaimed as he saw his witch walking past him in the great hall.

“Oh uhm I was in the library, you know studying” she said, looking caught of guard.

“We do not have any tests in the next 6 weeks, love.” Draco said, putting his hand on her waist and walking with her

“You are right, but better now than too late.” she laughed, her boyfriend chuckled and they went to their table.

When he sat down he saw harry staring at Y/N, he thought nothing of it, well knowing that his girlfriend was beautiful.

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Draco was confused. His girlfriend still sleeping but he was now standing in the middle of the dorm. He was mad. Slowly realizing why she had been so weird to him. It was all a lie, she was the lie. Of course she was, it was all too good to be true. Once again the bloody Malfoy curse got him. He wanted to scream, break something and most definitely find harry. And that is exactly what he did.

Storming out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him not caring about Y/N. He knew where to find harry. Him and his pathetic friends always hung out at the black lake on Saturday evenings. So that is where he went.

“He is fucking dead after that” Draco breathed to himself as he went.

Meanwhile Y/N woke up.

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“You sleep talk, love. Especially about things i was not supposed to know.”

That is what the note said on his bedside table. Y/N read it, hands shaking as she realized what he meant.

“Harry... shit”

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Y/N knew exactly where her boyfriend went. She put on her shoes and ran after him. Tears slowly appearing in her eyes as she ran.

“You were using him”

“You are a bad girlfriend”

“You are a bad person”

“You do not deserve any happiness”

All those phrases flew before her eyes. She stopped running. Leaning against the tall stone wall she let out a sob. She lost him. How could she do something like this.

She stood there a few minutes until she remembered that Draco was probably searching for Harry. She wiped her tears, and started running again. Setting her prayers that both of them were still okay.

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“Oh hey Harry, what’s up?” Y/N asked as she saw him sitting next to her in the library.

“I just wanted to talk to you, I feel like you have been lonely the past weeks.” Harry answered, looking into her eyes.

Y/N was confused, never even once someone except for Draco asked her about her feelings.

“Oh, no no I have been okay, why do you think so?”

“You usually smile a lot, but in the last weeks it was.. different I guess.”

That’s when she opened to him. Telling him all her concerns she had. Since she was dating Draco no one really wanted to talk to her. Harry gave her comfort and the feeling of being accepted and understood.

They kept meeting in the library, usually to talk and study. Both of them became close. She was afraid to tell Draco because she knew how much he despised Harry. One particular afternoon it was too late to tell Draco.

Harry kissed her, she was confused but it was incredibly comforting. She kissed back. All bad thoughts leaving her mind as they kept kissing. They always met in the back corner of the library, that exact table that no one uses and no one can see.

The kiss turned into making out. The making out turned into touching. And the touching turned into more.

Once they were done she left, no words said she just left. Making her way to the bathroom as she was crying. She had just cheated on her boyfriend that she loved.

She loved Draco.

A tear fell down on her ring as she looked at it.

She swore him eternity, that she would never let him down.

But that is exactly what she just did.

Y/N wiped her tears, looked in the mirror and saw nothing but an disgusting person. She hated herself. She buttoned her blouse back up since the first three were open. She saw the marks he left around her chest. The necklace on her neck still shining in innocence. He was going to see. She has to find an excuse. What was she going to do..?

Walking out of the bathroom as if nothing happened Y/N made a deal with herself.

Never talk to Harry again. Pretend that nothing happened. Tell Draco that she was on her period if he tried to undress her.

Her boyfriend catching her eye as she walked through the great hall

“Y/N! There you are, where in merlins beard have you been? I have been looking for you for hours!”

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“Have you touched my girlfriend?”

She heard Draco scream as she got near to where Harry always sat with Ron and Hermione.

“I said have you touched my fucking girlfriend”

There he was. Wand pressed to Harry’s throat. She felt dizzy, helpless.

Both Ron and Hermione stood behind him, looking confused.

“Malfoy I can explain..!”

“You do? Then tell me”

Draco was screaming at him, every time he did Y/N flinched. She let out another sob, tears streaming down her face, her mascara smudged.

That is when he saw her, standing there, shaking, crying. He wanted nothing but too hold her in his arms, he could not. He loved her, but right now he was disgusted of her. She was his witch, his woman, his future, but now all she was, was his beautiful lie.

“Fucking talk!” Draco screamed as he turned his head to look at Harry again.

“Look maybe it is better if you talk to her first..”

“To her?” he said pointing his wand at Y/N and then back to his throat.

“Oh believe me I will talk to her, but right now i just want to know if you touched her.”

“I- we.. we have.. uhm..” Harry stuttered.

“You fucked her?”

“Draco.. please.” Y/N let out, still crying.

Draco did not even look at her, he still looked at Harry. She could see a shimmer in his eyes, he was crying too. He never cried.

“Did you?” Draco screamed in a shaky voice.

“Yes” That’s all Harry said until he got a fist thrown at his face.

“Draco! No!” You screamed and cried begging him to stop but he just did not.

Harry’s friends tried to stop Draco but they failed. Draco was standing over Harry now, foot on his throat, Wand pointing onto him.

She broke down. Sitting on the wet grass, eyes filled with tears watching the scenario go on.

“You will pay for what you did, Potter.”

And before he could speak out the spell he intended to use she managed to stop him.

“Draco.. please.. I love you”

His head was now tilted towards her, his lips shaking, hair messed up from the fighting.

“Yeah I used to believe you do, but that was a lie, wasn’t it?”

“Draco do not do this.. please” She could barely say anything, it was all to much.

Draco started screaming again, telling her how she betrayed him and that he wants Harry to suffer for it.

His voice became loud. Her vision went blurry. Everything was suddenly so intense until it was just.. black.

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Comfort | Draco Malfoy

You had tried your absolute hardest to clean the blood off of your nose; you had tried your absolute hardest to cover the bruise on the corner of your lip with concealer. You had tried your absolute hardest to hold in your tears as you made your way to Snape’s class, your mind replaying the previous incident over and over again.

You let out a sigh of relief as you sat down at your seat (on time, thankfully). You went to set your things down, catching sight of your hand in the process. Your heart dropped in your stomach, and your eyes burned with tears.

You read over the words that were dug onto your skin: I will never cheat again.

You didn’t cheat— you never have. You never saw the purpose for it. So when Umbridge accused you in front of the whole class of cheating on the latest test, it humiliated you. She asked to see you after class, and that’s when it all happened.

You remember looking at Cedric while he was in the line out the door, begging him with your pleading eyes. He gave you an apologetic look and shrugged, leaving you alone with Umbridge. You wished he would of stayed..

Snape’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts, making you lift your head up quickly. You placed your hand on your lap underneath the desk, too scared somebody in the class would see it and ask questions.

You tried your hardest to focus and take notes, but you just couldn’t. Your mind was too foggy and your hand ached, along with your lip and nose. You just wanted to cry. There were only about twenty minutes left in class, but you couldn’t wait anymore. You raised your hand anxiously, making Snape stop midsentence; you weren’t supposed to interrupt Snape’s class. He would of scolded you if it weren’t for your glossy eyes and shaking figure, so he just nodded in your direction with furrowed eyebrows.

“Uhm,” You started, your voice cracking. “I-I’m sorry to interrupt you, Professor, but I really— can I go to the restroom really quick?”

Snape didn’t fall for any of your lies, but said yes anyway. He, along with the rest of the class, watched you scramble out of your chair and rush out of the classroom. “Okay, I need somebody to go follow her and make sure she’s okay. Any volunteers?”

Cedric lifted his hand before he could even finish his sentence, but it was Draco who stood from his seat. “I’ll go, Professor.”

The entire class was surprised, seeing as he had no look on his face that said he was going to go and torture you or make fun of you. Snape, surprised with his actions, allowed it, nonetheless. Cedric huffed in frustration as he watched Draco run past the doors to get to you.

You hadn’t really gone to the restroom; you just needed to get out of there. You were propped up against on of the walls in the hallways, your head leaned back against it as tears fell down your cheeks. Your hand gripped your aching hand, rubbing comforting circles on it as you tried to ease the pain.

You didn’t hear footsteps or anything until Draco spoke softly. “Hey,” He nearly cooed. You jumped from your spot, gulping before wiping at your face. “What are you crying for?” He asked, eyebrows furrowed.

You rolled your eyes at him, taking his words for sarcasm. “Why did you follow me, Malfoy? Don’t you see that I’m already upset; can’t you just leave me alone?”

Draco sighed heavily. “Stop,” He ordered firmly, reaching his hand out to take your burning hand. You flinched and pulled it closer to you, your heart beating nervously. “Quit being a brat and come here, would you? Just let me look at it.”

You gulped, shaking your head. “No. Why should I? You’re probably just going to smack it.”

A look of hurt and confusion washed over Draco’s face as you spoke, your words piercing him in the heart. “What? Why would I do that?”

You scoffed, pressing your hand tighter to yourself. “Oh, don’t act like you’re all high and mighty, Malfoy. Why are you really here, huh? Just spit it out so I can go back to having some damn privacy.”

Draco was starting to get worked up, your words angering him. “Seriously, you need to stop. You don’t know what you’re talking about, so knock it off.” He spoke through gritted teeth, making you gulp nervously. His eyes trailed to your lip, which was coincidentally trapped inbetween your teeth anxiously. His eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned in closer to you, a hand going towards you to hold you still. You gulped, your eyes widening.

“Hey..” Draco mumbled, his thumb trailing the bruise on the corner of your lip. “Is this a bruise?” He asked in disbelief, pulling away to look at the rest of your face, his head shaking when he noticed the small dots of dried blood that remained underneath your nose. “Is this blood? Bloody hell, Y/N.. Wha—"

You flinched, pulling your face away from his reach. “I’m fine, it was just Umbridge. Thought I cheated because I got a 100% on the test.”

Draco’s nostrils flared and his fists clenched. You looked down before looking back up at him, eyes connecting. Your heart stammered when you noticed his pupils began to dilate. He gulped and his eyes softened, and he licked his lips before stepping forward slowly. “Are you really okay, though?”

Your eyes burned with tears, and you bit the inside of your cheek. Draco sighed, watching you as you just shook your head. You gasped when you felt his hands wrap around you, pulling you closer to him. With one hand on the back of your head, and the other around your waist, your nose was now pressed against his chest.

You just stood there at first, tense against his body with shock. Draco rubbed at your back softly, “It hurts like a bitch, I know. It goes away after a week or two, and the pain doesn’t last longer than four days at the most. You’ll be just fine.”

Your body softened up at his words, and you wrapped your arms around him, pressing yourself closer to him as you let more tears fall. You just felt so embarrassed and humiliated. You gripped his robes in your hands tightly as you sobbed softly, Draco’s grip on you tightening and his hands rubbing harsher yet still gentle circles.

“Alright, let me look at ya,” He spoke after a few more minutes, pulling you away from his chest. You sniffled and wiped at your face before looking up at him, eyes still glassy and sad. He smirked down at you teasingly, his hand reaching to ruffle your hair. You groaned in protest, hands lifting up to fix your curls. “You’ll be fine, Y/L/N. Maybe just don’t cheat, and this wouldn’t happen.”

You glared at him, making him laugh at you. “Come on, I don’t want anybody getting any ideas.”

Lessons.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | (kinda) sub!draco

summary : draco was being the usual git and annoying you so you have to teach him a lesson.

a/n : reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💞

you were sitting in the common room with your favorite book on your hand, reading it peacefully. there was the good part and you were so focused on it that you didnt even noticed someone was sitting beside you.

you were about to flipped to another page, your eyes are practically glued to it until you saw your book flew away from your hand.

“draco lucius malfoy! give it back this instant!” you screamed as you see who was snitching your book, it was none other than your own best friend, draco malfoy.

“get it yourself shortie” draco stuck out his tongue at her, lifting the book on his hand higher.

“can you stop be an annoying arse for once and let me enjoy my peaceful moment alone!” you tried to grab your book but you just can’t, as he was much taller than you.

“you were so caught up in it! you already read this ugly book for thousand times already!”

“i didnt ask for your opinion, now give. it. back. to. me.” you throw your fist onto his chest but it was no use at all.

you were so lost of an idea to get your book back, but you arent the type to give up that easily. you smirk at him making his face filled with confusion.

“wha-”

“i said give it back!” you pushed him by his chest making him landed on the couch and you quickly stand in between his legs.

“y-y/n-”

“why are you always being a pain in the ass, draco?” you traced your fingers around his jawline making him gulped nervously.

you straddle him and sat on his lap, your book was still in his hand but you decided to mess with him a little.

you played with his collar before running your fingertips on his neck and down to his chest making him start to breathing heavily.

“why so quiet now draco?” you let your thumb brushing his bottom lip making his lips twitched. his eyes still holding a strong eye contact with yours. a whimper left his lips as he feels you were undressing him by your eyes.

your smirk gets wider as you feel something slowly getting hard underneath you. your book was no longer in his hand, he placed it beside him instead, so you took it as your chance.

“got it” you chuckle taking your book on your hand but before you could get off of his lap he’s already gripping tightly on your hips not letting you go.

“dont leave me like this please.” his pupils becoming darker pleading at you. and soon enough, the book was long forgotten.

you placed your lips on his creamy neck, pressing soft kisses while you began to move your hips, grinding on him making him groaned.

“y/n please..”

you grind faster on him, rolling your hips harder and bouncing up and down humping on him so desperately. his name left your lips as his boner hit your clit through your panties over and over again.

“fuck you’re so hot draco” without a second thought you connecting your lips with your best friend’s, swallowing every moans that come out of his mouth once you shoved your tongue and exploring him.

his grip on your hips was so tight that you sure it will gonna leave some bruises on it but at this moment you couldnt care less.

draco’s hands let go of your hips and moving up roaming your body making you sped up your moves, he’s meeting your moves by rolling his hips too making both of your moans get louder.

“draco..” you detached your lips from him and his head instantly dropped to your shoulder pressing your body closer to him by your waist.

you pulled on his hair, your eyes rolled back in pleasure as the knot in your stomach tightened ready to be snap in any seconds.

you came with a loud scream of his name making him moaned too. you didnt stop it there, continuing to rolled your hips harder on him and humping faster on him.

you grabbed him by his hair to make him looking at you as you pressed your forehead on his, your lips brushing his lips as you whispered into it.

“i can feel your cock twitching, draco.”

“f-fuck y/n stop before i-

,o-oh s-shit! oh my god-“ he cried out letting a throaty moan escaped his mouth as he bucked his hips to you can’t holding his orgasm anymore.

he lazily bucking his hips to you as he let go of the euphoria. his face redden as he realized what he just did and see the look on your face

“aw did you just cum in your pants?” you pouted at him, feeling his pants dampening underneath the fabric of your panties.

“y/n i-”

“ssh.. that should teach you your lesson”

you unzipped his pants pulling it down enough for his cock to sprang free, he was still hard as it was still standing tall, his white liquids were covering his inner thighs messing himself.

“y/n what if someone walks in?” draco asked nervously looking around the common room searching for a single soul.

“you dont seem to think about it earlier” you collected some of his cum on his thigh with your fingers and brought it into your mouth, moaning as you taste him.

draco was watching you intently, whimpering at the sight in front of him. his cock twitching on your inner thigh as you let it rest there.

“take me y/n please..” he squirmed desperately, the sight of him whining only turn you on more.

“begging for your best friend to fuck you now, hm?” you gripped his cock tightly brushing his sensitive tip with your thumb startling him and his body jolt out as the reaction.

“yes please..”

you lift yourself up pushing your panties aside then you sunk down on his cock right away, him bottoming fully inside you stretching you out in one snap.

“fuck- yes..!” draco throw his head back leaning on the couch finally feeling the tightness and the warmth of your cunt.

you gripped on his shoulders for support, quickly picking up your pace and bouncing up and down on his cock making squelching sounds loud enough for everyone to hear, draco is already a moaning mess.

“so t-tight y/n..” he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands squeezing your ass and slapping them making you moan into the kiss.

draco broke the kiss and began to paint his mark on your neck. one of his hand pushing your skirt up to exposed more of you and he has to hold his high as soon as he saw the way his cock going in and out of you.

“merlin draco.. fucking you feel so right,”

he groaned at your words, his hips slowly meeting your moves and thrusting upwards into you. he has to covered your mouth with his hand as you screamed his name out loud.

“yes y/n we should -oh.. do this more often..” he said through his teeth, the thoughts of having you like this again sending butterflies in him.

-moans and slapping skin sounds were filling the common room, the both of you were so lost in pleasure that you dont even heard someone is coming.

“draco?! y/n?!!” a loud gasp was heard from behind draco making him quickly pushing down your skirt back to cover your ass.

“blaise?! get out!” draco yelled not even stopping his thrusts, both of you were so close until this cockblocker interrupted you.

“wtf guys!? aren't you two best friends?!” blaise half yelled his hand is covering his eyes.

“blaise i swear shut your mouth and get the fuck out” you snapped at blaise, not giving a single fuck as you follow draco’s move and continuing to rolled your hips.

“ugh fine! this is disgusting anyways!”

after that, blaise left running back to his dorm. that boy will probably gonna be traumatized for the rest of his life but none of you would care at that.

“fuck- i’m so close y/n!” as he said that, you clenched your walls around him milking his cock making him spilled all of his cum into you instantly.

your walls are pulsating hard around him as he giving you his cum non stop, your body shook as you let yourself came by the feeling of him filling you up to the fullest.

you collapsed on his body as he buried his face on your neck, hugging your body tighter to him. sweats are running on both you and draco’s foreheads.

“here, have your book back” draco grins at you holding your book at you while he’s still inside you.

“this is the only way to shut you up.” you laughed making his face heated.

“fair enough”

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I loved thiss 💗💗

how about an arranged marriage where reader likes draco but apparently draco is still in love with his ex. reader tries to make it work(like cuddling into him at night and trying to start convos) but draco doesnt show any interest. one day he lashes out and reader stops trying like coming late from work and not cuddling blah blah. he notices and regrets...and then a couple days later they get visited by draco's bf(blaise or theo)whos still single and he gets jelly..? also guess who i am👀

Hi love, thank you so much for this idea! I have been meaning to write angst, but I couldn't come up with anything. And if I'm correct you're @simp4dracosstuff , if not please let me know and I'll change the tag.

Draco x fem!reader arranged marriage

Summary: Draco and Y/N are in a servile marriage, Y/N tries to make the marriage work but Draco is still in love with his previous lover.

Warnings: Angst, cussing, jealousy

A/n: this is my first time writing a request therefore I apologize if it is not the idea you were going for, but I hope you like it!

I decided to write this in past tense as past tense is more angsty.

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The evening their parents declared the betrothal was a brutal evening for both Draco and Y/N. Their whole future had been taken away and planned by their parents. Not only were Draco and Y/N barely comrades, but they were in love with different people- well Draco was. They had tried talking it out with their parents, but their efforts were to no avail. Both of their parents’ final words were “We have made our choice and that is final. You are to be married by November first or Sooner.”. To which Draco responded with a glare and a harsh nudge with his shoulder against Y/N’s as he left the room.

Both the wedding and the bride were beautiful. Y/N wore an astounding white dress that fit her frame perfectly. Her hair was neatly done by a professional and her face had professional makeup done too, a light shade to accentuate her naturally beautiful features. Draco, as usual, looked divine in his black tuxedo with his white-blonde, almost silver hair neatly slicked into place.

As Y/N walked down the isle with her beautiful dress dragging on the floor Draco’s eyes were sharp and cold, an interesting contrast to her her warm, gentle gaze. When the pair had to kiss Draco simply refused. Despite the agonising hurt and embarrassment Y/N felt she put on a brave face for the sake of her dignity and maiden name. The evening was perfect, except for the newly weds that didn’t love each other a stitch. Many arguments broke out within the first few nights, regarding the fact that they were forced to share a bedroom. But as time went on they slowly grew used to it- and Y/N started longing for Draco’s company. So she did what any partner is supposed to do; she tried to make the marriage work...

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Y/N Y/L/N was a pretty girl, she had a perfectly sculpted face and a body every girl dreamed of having, yet Draco treated her as if she were dirt beneath his shoe. If she’d cook him a meal, he’d eat it with a sour look on his face and leave her with the dishes to clean. When she did his washing for him he’d complain about a shirt with a single crease that was most likely caused by him. If she’d greet him after work he’d wave her off with a harsh comment tossed in her direction. However, Y/N was determined to make their marriage work. So when night time came, she’d shift closer every night when Draco was asleep. Until this very particular night, just as he was falling asleep Y/N  shifted against him and wrapped an arm around his waist muttering a sweet “goodnight”. And that was the final straw for Draco. He hadn’t been asleep the other nights when she shifted closer, he just bit down on his tongue to hold himself back from snapping. But that was the final straw.

”What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?! Get off of me!” Draco dramatically snapped shoving her arm off of him and sitting upright. Y/N sat upright as well, suddenly no longer tired. “I’m sorry, it’s cold outside so I-” Y/N  started but was rudely interrupted by her husband “Brilliant observation, Y/N.”. Y/N would never admit it but hearing her name leave his lips made her heart flutter, even if it was venomous and filled with hatred. “Draco I’m your wife, please treat me with some respect.” Y/N meekly requested. “Don’t you get it?! I’m still seeing her! You have never been able to be as good as her and will never hold the place that she holds in my life! You’re pathetic, annoying, useless, hideous, every horrid thing I can think of is what you are! You’re just a subordinate in my life and nothing more!” Draco spat at his wife. Just as the words left his lips and the room fell silent Draco realised what he said. His previously raised brows dropped as well as his scowl. The window left open by Y/N for ventilation in the room made the wind thrust her hair around, her brows were furrowed together tightly, mouth slightly parted from disgust and hurt, eyes showing all the hurt and more he’d put her through their entire marriage.

Draco could see all the times he shoved her out of his way, all the times he’d insulted her body, all the times he’d made a rude remark over something she did, all the times he told her her love for him would never be reciprocated, all the times he told her he wish she’d just get lost, all the times he told her she wasn’t up to his standards and therefore wasn’t allowed to accompany him to a work event, all the times he’d told her to bugger off when she asked something, all the times he told her he’d have to be Imperiused (under the imperius curse) to even for a moment consider her as something more than an object. Every single hurtful thing he’s said or done to her practically flashed before his eyes. 

The fact that he admitted to still seeing his ex hurt more than anything. Not necessarily in a sexual way, even just going out to lunch with her, or smiling at her. 

“If this stupid marriage wasn’t servile I would’ve divorced you the night of our wedding. Or not even have said yes.” Y/N spat back, trying to inflict as much hurt on Draco as he had inflicted on her. And it worked. Only a simple statement such as that hurt Draco more than he could ever put together, and it wasn’t nearly as grating as his words to her. Draco was snapped out of his shocked and hurt state when a pillow and the bed’s throw was tossed at him. Y/N simply fluffed up her pillow and turned her back to Draco as she laid down again. With his shoulders heavy and a prominent frown Draco picked up his pillow and throw and went to the nearest guest room. Pillow and throw tucked against his chest as he slept because her scent lingered. 

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Fin. THERE WILL BE A PART 2 TO THIS!

Forgive me for taking an eternity to write this. I have decided to divide this into two parts to get it done sooner.

Lots of love x!

my boyfriend doesn’t love me. slytherin boys x reader

summary : in which draco can no longer keep the secret of cheating on you, revealing it to his slytherin friends causing a whirlwind of anger

warning/s : swearing, credits to a tiktok i saw, lorenzo is nicknamed len, cat fight

slater’s note : i always forget to finish this

the slytherin common room was warm and dimly lit with the small chatter between blaise and enzo filling the calm air. a nice, quiet background noise to ease you deeper into your studying, despite you longing to join their light laughs and conversations.

you tucked a strand behind your ear as your eyes continued to scan the small and long paragraphed words beginning to dance across the page with how tired your eyes began to get- and how they began to sting.

you blinked a couple times before wrenching your wrist under your eyesight, scanning the minute and hour hand. it made you blink back in surprisal, a feeling of grief filling your chest like a glass of water with the realization of it being three in the morning.. meaning you wouldn’t be getting much sleep.

“i’m going to bed,” you mumbled hesitatingly, stretching your back out as you stood from the floor and before your six friends, all preoccupied in their own activities and thoughts.

“already?”

“it’s five past three, len,” you gave the brunette boy who seised his conversation with blaise a sheepish look, before shifting over to draco who sat in a desperate chair, pressing your lips against his pale cheek, “goodnight love.”

he hummed, seeming to grip the arms of the chair tighter when you had gotten closer, almost dreading and tensing at your touch and presence full of love for him. mattheo quirked a brow, picking up on body language unlike the rest of your friends, causing a feelings of confusion and amusing concern to enter his chest.

“i’ll see you all in the morning,” you nodded off, heading to the path of your room while the rest of them all hummed their goodbyes and good nights quietly.

draco watched you up until you reached the staircase, his eyes then traveling to back to where they were before; the faded out patterned carpet. mattheo’s eyes stayed on him, watching and analyzing, trying to guess what he was thinking about.

usually draco would have followed right behind you after a couple of minutes, biding his own good nights, but ten minutes had past and he had stayed in the exact same position.

“i need to say something,” draco mumbled, adjusting himself up in the black leather chair to a straight posture. his abrupt movement had caused a chain reaction of sudden adjustments and looks of curiosity.

it’s silent then again, his eyes still on the carpet before pansy called for him to speak out.

“i fucked astoria over the summer,” he mumbled, his ringed fingers pressed against his forehead as he thought in shame and spoke unemotionally. “multiple times.”

it’s silent and definitely none were expecting those words, especially enzo who’s eyebrows raised and then once more lowered, allowing anger to overcome him, “i’m going to kill you.”

most eyes staggered to lorenzo, his words so sudden and almost seemingly in an unfit tone that made pansy cringe and clench her jaw with how stern and hard they were.

it’s silent again until:

“what’d you say to me?”

draco hadn’t seemed to process it until then, his head turning slightly and finally looking away from the carpet, now to lorenzo who already stared back.

“i’m going to fucking kill you, asshole,” he looked as if he was about to fly from the leather black couch. his knuckles tightened and jaw clenched up to the point his jaw was shaping his skin sharply.

no one had ever seen enzo so angry. sure, he was easily upset, especially when drunk, but never had either of the five of them seen him so angry.

“you cheated on her?” theo breathed out, putting out his cigarette on the ash tray sitting on the stool beside the couch. he suppressed his own anger. still very unsure of it and whether or not if he should have been so concerned. “you’re telling me.. you cheated on the very lovely girl waiting for you upstairs that is willing to give you everything with the drop of a hand.”

he was trying to reason it to himself. trying to understand it the best he could and if he was hearing draco right. theo’s statement had made the rest of them think through the whole thing more deeply, now fully processing.

“you’re an asshole,” mattheo laughed inappropriately, shaking his head with a cigarette in his mouth. he had never wanted to choke the fuck out of a person so much more than then.

“how could you do this, how could you fucking do this,” enzo had always adored you. it was a different kind of love that he only found he could sum up for a sister. he felt obligated to protect you, kiss your boo-boos, and he was sure all the other boys felt that same way until this moment, seemingly proving otherwise with him the only one showing his concern and anger.

“it just happened. it didn’t mean anything.”

“oh?” theo nodded his head, as if understanding. but really, he didn’t.

he himself, like enzo, loved you. he just didn’t know how to show it with the missing piece in his brain, never had learned to show affection for a lover or a friend. he would rather observe, and watch, and share small, educated advice made specifically for you, and only you. he had never known a female friend so well, or rather any female at all. not even pansy, he had never found any relation to her snobbish attitude even though he was rather similar to her in that way.

“it was truly an accident,” draco felt pressured to explain himself due to the silence and harsh stares filling his vision. “i love y/n. i love her. i would never try to hurt her.”

“well you did. you’re going to,” mattheo hummed, shaking his head. he had never expected draco to cheat on you. the same draco who had practically made every one of them swear to never make a move on you, the same draco who filled your room with flowers from floor to ceiling after the first date, the same draco who had gave you a promise ring after your one year anniversary. “and you’re a goddamn fool for doing so.”

“listen,” draco extended his arm in the direction of mattheo who sat far right across from him. his tone became hard and his eyes crinkled as mattheo’s short, but insolent words hit his heart. “i don’t need to be lectured by the unfaithful himself, alright? i don’t need to be lectured by any of you, i just had to say it.” 

“i’m not in a relationship, mate,” mattheo grinned like a sick dog while taking a hit of his cigarette. “can’t be unfaithful if i don’t have a girlfriend. you.. on the other hand.”

“fuck you.” 

“you are fucked, pal,” blaise shook his head, “you’re gonna tell her, right?”

“fuck, why would i?” 

a look of astonishment crossed all of their faces as they stared at draco, not understanding his word at all. 

“how could you not?” pansy stared at him wide eyed, “you drop that bomb on us and then expect everything to continue on like normal? fuck that draco, i’ll tell her myself.” 

“fuck you won’t,” he gets to his feet fast just as she does, “sit down, parkinson.” 

“suck my dick, malfoy,” she shoves him out of the way just as he grabs onto her arms, practically throwing her into the chair mattheo sat in; who caught her the best he could without inflicting pain on either one of them. “fuck is your problem?” 

she gets to her feet fast again, now prepared to sock him the face, “grow up, draco. learn to deal with the consequences of your actions.” she takes two steps and he once again is on her, gripping her arm so tight to the point she makes a sounds of anguish. 

“alight, enough,” mattheo pushes him back once to his own feet. “step down, draco. we both know you won’t do anything.”

“oh really?” “really,” he nods, his eyes going hard before looking behind draco to your figure that stood on the staircase, “especially if you want to help your case in front of her.” 

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thieves in the night.

pairings. theodore nott x fem!slytherin!reader, mattheo riddle x fem!slytherin!reader

part one of n/a.

about. in which a group of boys are in search for the one thing that keeps them from their death.

warnings. swearing, dark themes

ricky rocks. idk if you guys are going to dig this 🤔 i hate it already

it happens at night.

minds are run through, memories are stolen, a version of brutality is placed upon a large amount of boys that come in the forms of bruises, cuts, gashes—that heal but never disappear from the back of their minds. they can never touch the thought—fully grasp what it is or why this has happened to them or even who, but it’s there and it hovers in high heights that they can’t reach.

all survival, that’s what they all think, the persecutors, the boys. and it is; for their survival.

especially theodore.

days got short and he barely felt the effect of professor snapes lessons now. he dreaded the night, but it seemed to come faster than anything else, but couldn’t move fast enough when it finally arrived.

the gift—the thing they were looking for, the thing that was key to all their survival—was the only thing he thought about now and he didn’t even know what it was.

the beginning of year six started not how expected, he was sure none of his friends expected to be initiated into a group that carried out the orders of the dark lord.

it made sense though. the moment mattheo riddle walked into his life, he knew it wasn’t just another friend, he’d be a fool to think that.

they were bound for life.

°•

potions with slughorn was always something theodore never looked forward to, ever. he felt like an asshole every time he sat in his seat and connected eyes with the man. it was like he knew; everything and it always threw theodore off, making him anxious.

and it didn’t help that he was late.

“awh, mr. nott,” he had his body tilted back as he seemed to be sizing up theodore from where he stood—almost deciding if he were friend or foe. “have a seat where you can.”

theodore looked to where all the students sat, looking back at him. it seemed they had all pulled their chairs to the center of the room instead behind desks where things usually were. it made him curse as their were no free seats in the back but rather in the near front.

“go on, no time to waste here.”

he shuffled through the rows before slowly sitting into the only empty seat next to you. neither of you thought much about it, he didn’t even see you.

“some of you have no sense of time,” slughorn scoffs, back to shifting across the floor in front of you all. “swear if the ministry knew what was best, they’d have a nation wide curse put on our children to make them at least on time.”

“long live the rebellion, right?” you rolled your eyes in a frivolous way, shrugging, not watching your words carefully. “i swear we fight for something of rights and then someone goes and says something dumb like that.”

he doesn’t realize you’re even speaking to him. not until you finally really looked to him where he immediately looked slightly confused—not processing your words or not exactly understanding the meaning you were trying to put out. lost in translation, very lost in translation.

he thought you must have thought he was someone else but by the way you stared so surely at him and then reached your hand out, offering a soft smile but with an arched brow that also threw him off, introducing—

“y/n.”

he took it, after a long moment, “theodore.”

“i’ve seen you before,” you look him up, your eyes curving around the family ring he wore around his pinky and the scars the littered his fingers, “you’re a nott.”

“you get that from slughorn?” his brow arched and his eyes turned harsh of what looked like annoyance.

“no, you just look an awful lot like your father.”

his chest tightened. not only did he hate that supposed compliment more than anything, but he also found it strange. how would you know his father?

“and you?” his features twisted in suspicion, not knowing you, not even really recognizing you in the slightest like you did of him.

“y/l/n,” you speak, and the both of you finally release hands from the firm grasp, removing him from a trance and back to reality—a smack in the face. the name, he knew, he knew the fucking name and suddenly it made a lot of sense.

“i’m not sure i’m as familiar of you,” he lied, pulling his best face now that he was finally back into the game, but the skeptical look you gave him made him think his facade wasn’t working. “but i’m curious.”

“of what?”

“you.”

“why?”

“why wouldn’t i be?”

you didn’t say anything but your face screwed up instead playfully, adjusting yourself so you were facing slughorn once again, “maybe you should be more curious on slughorn’s lesson.”

°•

exhilarated.

theodore hadn’t felt like that ever and he never thought he would, but walking down the corridor to the slytherin common room, theodore felt exhilarated.

the common room was dim and filled with low chatter but was interrupted the minute he walked in with the aggressive buzz radiating off his body.

they all noticed it before he spoke, before they could even get a real good look at him.

“it’s not a man, and it’s not a younger year like we suspected,” he looked urgent, it caught all of them off guard—never having seen theodore so anxious and full of energy. “it was right under our fucking noses.”

mattheo raises his eyes now, looking at theodore like he was a prick, but it only urged him to keep speaking as he sat down before throwing a scrappy looking book on the coffee table where dust spilled into the air making all the boys wince with a cough.

“it’s a girl and she’s in our very own house.”

now they’re all looking at him like he’s prick, shaking their heads and frowning while theodore stared back, not fazed but itching to move. it was so hard to hold it in, he just had to say it all because he felt like a genius for the first time in months and that they’d finally came to a break through.

“the prophecy said-“

“the prophecy was wrong,” theodore looks between all the boys with his arm extended across the table, making sure his assertiveness reached each and every one of their eyes. “i don’t give a fuck what the prophecy said because it was wrong.”

he looks up to mattheo who stares back, his expression blank but holding a questioning look that’d make anyone back down, “it’s a y/l/n,” he knew mattheo would know the name just like he knew it. “she comes down from a death eater traitor of a grandfather and she’s nothing short of the old man because she spoke of a rebellion.”

it’s silent as they look between theodore and mattheo; who thinks and hates how he feels as if he’s being challenged right then.

“and what makes you think it’s her.”

“because we have no one else on the list,” his tone is nasty, “if it’s not her, fine, cross her off but she has to know something.”

he feels it in his bones that he is right.

“talk to your father, if anything it’ll give us time.”

talk to you father. mattheo rolls his eyes and he leans forward, now challenging the hard tone theodore held with a simple stare, “tell me about her.”

°•

“i didn’t think i’d see you,” theodore froze from right behind where you sat, studying a book from the looks of it, but he guessed you weren’t but rather him since he had entered the library over twenty minutes ago before finally coming up to you. “not for awhile, anyways.”

he took a seat next to you, leaning on his elbows while watching you straighten your posture and close the potions book you had been reading for the past hour, “you watching me, nott?”

“you know my father?” he brushes off your question, giving you a calm stare that made your chest tighten.

you didn’t know how to answer. i mean, it’s a simple answer, ‘yes’, and it’s a simple explanation, you just didn’t want to speak under his stare.

luckily, he didn’t care much for your answer in the first place.

“how come i’ve never seen you before,” he leans his head against his propping hand. he looks and seems bored but you can tell that he’s far from it. “you think i would have seen you at least once in the common room.”

“maybe you’re just not very observant, theo.”

god, the way you said his name.

no one called him theo. not for in a long time.

“i highly doubt that,” he narrows his brows but his lips twitch, taking your words lightly.

“you think highly of yourself, don’t you?”

not lately.

but he doesn’t say that, he doesn’t say anything.

“maybe you didn’t see me because i didn’t want to be seen.”

his lips curve, “i doubt that.”

you watch him. you watch his face carefully, surveying his face and in the way it seemed so completely run down even with that smile, “you should sleep more,” your thumb lightly dabs against his cheek, as if touching him reassuringly—no matter how quick the touch was and no matter the fact that you got up from your seat and left him—it was reassuring.

°•

“she’s pretty.”

“yeah, because that’s going to be valuable information mattheo will want to hear,” blaze rolled his eyes, continuing to read through the paper as lorenzo examined you from two tables away in the three broomsticks.

“you never know,” he shrugs, turning from his altered position that was made just to stare. “you can never tell with him.”

“which is exactly why we have to stay focus.”

ever since theo had made the proposition that the gift was held within you, mattheo had made it clear that everyone had to do everything they could to figure you out—which was kind of hard when theo was the only one who could talk to you without it being weird.

so at that moment, everyone else was staking it out.

“you think it’s her?”

blaise doesn’t answer for awhile and enzo thinks he doesn’t hear him at first until blaise lifts his head, sighing, and putting the paper down, “i hope so—for us and theodore’s sake.”

because if theodore was wrong, it’d be the end for him.

°•

“curiosity kills, you know that, right?”

“and i should be afraid?”

“maybe,” you shrugged, now leaning against one of the large rooted trees that bordered the forbidden forest, staring to theo who kept a good distance with his hands shoved in his dress pants pockets. “especially if you find out things you don’t exactly intend to find out.”

you simply shrug again, but he can tell there’s more meaning behind your words than you act. a ghost of a smirk curves on his lips as he tips back on his feet, watching you.

you look so innocent and small planted against the tree and it makes his stomach bubble up, “really?”

you hum, “but i have a feeling you don’t care.”

“why would i?” he strolls toward you now, his curiosity placed in the core of his eye, it makes you bite back a smile.

he now stood close enough with the points of his shoes almost stepping over yours, teasing a step closer, teasing his body to be put against yours.

“answer the question.”

“i don’t think i need to.”

he laughs sarcastically, his head thrown to look at his feet as he lightly kicks at the dirt before looking back up at you. he was nervous, you couldn’t tell, but theo felt it in his heart that this whole thing could go wrong if you were speaking on what he thought you were speaking on.

he prayed you just loved a good chase and were just fucking with his head.

“you’re a strange girl.”

“you’re the one who followed me out here,” you tipped back and forth on your feet, “i’d say you’re the strange one, theo.”

“maybe, i just wanted to see your pretty face.”

you scoffed, “liar.”

he raised a brow, "you’re so pretty, i wish i never said anything," he examines your face closely, as if really looking at it this time; for a last time. his hand reaches out and is gentle and seems to be barely there as he runs it down the side of your face. “it’s a fucking shame.”

you couldn’t tell if he was sincere about whatever it was he was talking about—but it seemed so by how distraught his demeanor seemed to suddenly turn.

“what’d you say, theo,” you were calm, confused on what he was on about.

his eyes flick to yours, and he leans, meeting his lips with yours for a just a second, wanting to savor you for just a second before you’d be tainted, “you have a gift.”

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I can’t hate him 😖

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘.

pairings: childhood bestfriend!draco malfoy x fem!reader, malfoy!male oc x fem!reader

warnings: angst on draco’s part, draco is pining over reader for years, jealous!draco, reader is quite clueless, draco is in denial about being friends with a girl (at the start), and inappropriate language.

summary: draco had found solace in you and his valued friendship; he was fortunate that you were his best friend and that you were extraordinary and lovely, the polar opposite of him. he didn't realize he had feelings for you until you admitted that you like his older brother, and he had to endure years of longing until he eventually had enough of seeing you in his brother's arms.

author’s note: i suck at summaries but enjoy! not proofread btw, i was lazy. do not translate or paste this on another platform strictly everything belongs to me, do not claim it as yours, do not plagiarize, thank you.

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WHEN DRACO WAS six years old, he met you. He was accustomed with your parents since they frequently visited the manor—your mother and Narcissa were good friends throughout their Hogwarts years—but he was unfamiliar with you. Draco was definitely aware of your existence; he would have heard about you in the drawing room, where his mother and yours would drink tea and discuss a young girl named Y/N.

His mother would brighten up and signal him to come closer when he entered the drawing room to fetch some cookies. She'd remark on him meeting a girl his age, and your mother, with a radiant grin, promised to bring you once she came back to the manor. Draco was first dubious; he didn't want to be friends with a girl, so he scowled as his mother gushed about how pleased she was for him to meet you.

He was irritated by that. Draco was averse to meeting new people and forming friendships with them. He desired to be with his father and older brother, Atlas. Despite the fact that Atlas was only eight years old, their father was employing a slew of tutors and trainers to prepare him for his role as the Malfoy family's eldest heir. Draco also preferred to be prepared like his brother rather than be probed by someone far worse, a girl who would most likely chat about dresses and tea parties.

He'd form hundreds of conclusions about you before even meeting you, making plans to despise you. Draco was so apprehensive of your parents returning to the manor with you that he'd begged his mother to let him and his brother play quidditch to avoid meeting you. It was a stupid decision that he profoundly regretted.

“As beautiful as ever, my dear, like a princess.”

When your parents and you, as a youngster, came to visit the mansion, his mother said that to you. Your mother placed a hand on your lower back to nudge you into Narcissa's waiting hands when you clung to the hem of your mother's skirts, looking bashful and nervous. You approached his mother with trepidation and cautious steps, who kissed your cheeks and pinched it, marveling at how adorable you are.

Draco was taken aback when he found himself agreeing with his mother. His mother would generally read a story to him and Atlas about princesses and princes, so he was well-versed about the subject. Princesses were characterized as elegant and lovely, constantly dressed in exquisite gowns and smiling with delicate grins. You were a natural match for the princess character.

You were dressed nicely at the time, your cheeks were delicate and flushed, yet despite your timid demeanor, your stance was elegant. Draco had seen a lot of girls his age since his parents would go to gatherings and he'd meet young girls who wore dresses and clung to their mothers, but he was certain you were the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. But he wouldn't say it out loud.

You smiled shyly at him at the moment, uncertain but with an encouraging grin from Narcissa. You spoke to him, your voice gentle and sweet, and offered him your name. Draco gave you an unimpressed look at first, almost like he still didn't want to be friends with you. He didn't bother to mention his name back, which made you frown; he could see his mother giving him a warning look, but his brother may have rescued him before he could speak forcefully.

Draco would have eventually regretted that, but he didn't realize it at the time because he was only six years old and refused to be friends with a girl, no matter how pretty she was.

“Hello, Y/N,” Atlas said kindly, tenderly staring at the girl. “My name is Atlas, and I'm Draco's older brother.”

You'd suddenly brighten, your eyes gleaming as you smiled at Atlas, maybe relieved. Draco's mother gave him a disappointed look, but the six-year-old Draco didn't seem to mind. He wanted to play quidditch and had a nasty desire to make you feel left out, but he couldn't since he couldn't find someone to play with. Atlas was busy entertaining you, and he seemed to stick by your side like a bloody leech the entire time.

When Draco was obliged to sit down in the drawing room with his mother, your mother, you, and Atlas, he sulked and a scowl tugged at his lips. You were eating cookies, practiced and lovely, despite your age, you ate like a well-mannered woman, and Draco was studying you, looking for flaws, even watching you as you drank milk, hoping you'd spill it on your lovely dress, which you didn't.

Atlas would allow Draco engage his talk with you, and Draco was obstinate, glaring at you and dismissing his brother with crossed arms. Atlas was amused and merely shrugged before carrying on with your conversation, while Draco sulked and tried to find something other than you to gaze at.

When his mother observed him peeking at you, she discreetly murmured, “You should talk to Y/N. She's your age and a lovely young girl.”

Your mother smiled slightly when she heard what his mother said. “Y/N was delighted to meet you and hoped you'd become wonderful friends.”

Your round, sparkling eyes widened and you flushed at what your mother said, so you stopped talking to Atlas. Atlas chuckled and fidgeted with the ends of your hair where he sat beside you. Draco frowns; he had no idea that you and his brother were already friendly, but Atlas had the ability to be friends with anybody.

Draco considered it for a moment before reluctantly agreeing, and he began a conversation with you, and he could see your mother and his mother smiling at you guys, and Draco resisted the urge to sigh, and he felt invigorated seeing your beaming smile, despite being nervous, the entire day you and Draco chatted, and his mother suggested that he tour you around the manor, and Draco agreed, and he toured you around with Atlas.

The first thing they did was walk out into the backyard, where the grass was lush and lovely, and there were three brooms laying on the grass that their house-elf had forgotten to discard, but Draco knew he had left it there because he had wanted to play with Atlas earlier. You gazed about, carefree, and made a point of staying near to Draco and Atlas. Suddenly you noticed the broom and stared at it curiously.

“What is that?” you asked cautiously, your voice full of astonishment.

Draco was staring at you as if you'd sprouted two heads. “You've never heard of broomsticks?”

You were embarrassed and unsure of yourself; perhaps you had a flaw at the time. “Am I supposed to know?”

“Of course—”

“No, not really,” Atlas chuckled softly at what you asked as he regarded Draco warningly. “It's an item of quidditch equipment.”

“My father told me about quidditch,” you responded, a flicker of recognition flashing over your face. “However, I'm not sure whether I really fully comprehend it…”

Atlas reassured you, “It's nothing to be embarrassed of.”

Draco frowned as he stared at you, thinking it was something to be embarrassed of. Quidditch is such a popular sport in the Wizarding World and he recalls visiting matches with his brother and father, but he wasn't shocked because he believed quidditch was only known by boys.

He groaned and rolled his eyes, thinking that if he had friends, they should at least be familiar with quidditch. They then proceeded to the corridor, which was lined with about a hundred paintings of the Malfoys and their ancestors. You had stood there in wonder, talking just then and now, while Draco would respond boredly and Atlas would respond compassionately.

It was humorous because you were enthralled by everything you saw. When you and Draco followed Atlas into the dark corridors, you appeared like a doll, eyes wide and posture upright. Atlas strolled ahead, gesturing at the portraits and paintings as if he were a tour guide.

They then proceeded to the kitchen, where buslings house-elves were busy preparing meals, making tea, and generally preparing food. Before beginning their work, they greeted you three. One house-elf approached the three of you, with enormous, tennis-ball-like green eyes, a pencil-like nose, and long, bat-like pointed ears. Draco noticed your beaming smile at the house-elf.

“That's Dobby, our house-elf,” Atlas said, grinning. “He has been with us when I was six, like Draco's age.”

As you gazed at Dobby, your smile was gentle and kind. “Hello, Dobby; my name is Y/N.”

Dobby's eyes widened as he glanced at you. “Miss Y/N, Dobby is delighted to meet you; are you friends with both Mr. Malfoys, miss?”

You looked hesitant for a moment, casting a fleeting glance towards Draco before averting your gaze. Atlas placed a hand on your shoulder, possibly sensing your apprehension, and he was about to speak when Draco interjected, surprising both Atlas and you.

“Yeah,” Draco answered grudgingly.

You flashed him a shocked look while he just shrugged at you, ignoring your smile, and the delightful friendship began.

When Draco received his Hogwarts letter, the first thing he did was write to you, demanding that you visit the Malfoy manor. Draco was a demanding child even at the age of eleven, and you were the polar opposite, a gentle and lovely personality that his mother and your mother would admire for the balance of your friendship.

When you and your mother arrived at Draco's house, he questioned, “Did you receive yours?”

You enthusiastically nodded. “I did,”

Draco recalled you two sitting in the garden with a blanket on the grass, as he asked Dobby to get it for you so dirt won't stain your skirt. As you ate cookies, orange juice, and other delicacies on the mat, you talked about Hogwarts and how pleased you were to finally attend the school that your parents admired.

You stated that moment, eating on cookies and glancing over the garden, “Atlas told me Charms would be fun. I think it is easy for him since it is his favorite subject.”

Draco rolled his eyes and frowned at you for a while before tucking into some candies. “Charms is boring; potions is far more exciting.”

“It's because you had your Uncle Sev tutor you before you even went to Hogwarts,” you replied, laughing, and Draco agreed.

You offered him a sly grin. “I'm guessing you're going to join the quidditch team?”

“Of course,” Draco said, as if it were self-evident. “But first years can't try out yet,” he grumbled, “so I'll have to wait till my second year.”

You inquired, “What house do you think you'll be in?”

Draco gave you a mocking glare that made you pout at him. “Honestly, your questions are so obvious,” he said. “Of course, Slytherin.”

“Your entire family is Slytherin,” you added, your voice filled with astonishment and awe.

Draco was smug because of your voice. “Obviously, Slytherin is the best house; it'd be a pity if you were placed in another.”

You frowned, and Draco felt a pang of remorse inside him. “Atlas promised me that whichever house I'm in, I'll do great.”

Draco had to fight the urge to frown. You trust anything that comes out of Atlas' mouth, and since Draco is your best friend, you should believe anything he says. Years passed despite Draco's obstinacy, and you became inseparable with one another. You and Draco grew closer since Atlas had his own friends his own age.

Draco would be lying if he said he despised your dependency on Atlas. His brother would take you under his wing and lead you through Hogwarts, he already knew. Draco would've been exaggerating if he stated his brother was unpopular, not only because he was a Malfoy, but also because Atlas was known as a handsome and friendly Slytherin. Atlas had a lot of love letters in Valentines when he was only twelve, and Atlas would write Draco letters about it, claiming he was entertained.

Atlas' letters would be about how aggravating and humorous he found the love letters addressed to him. Even though he was thirteen and in his third year, Atlas had yet to fancy a girl. Draco's older brother was very focused in class, on his academics, friends, and, of course, you. Atlas would write you a slew of letters about Hogwarts, including one in which he expressed his delight at the prospect of you joining.

“Sure.” Draco sniffed arrogantly, “But, if you want to be more successful, you must be sorted into Slytherin.”

Draco gazed at you for a moment, and saw you fiddling with the hem of your skirt with your little fingers. “Would we still be friends even if I'm not sorted into Slytherin?”

Of course, Draco thought without hesitation.

He'd met a lot of kids his age at gatherings and pureblood parties, but he'd never met someone like you. Because of his older brother Atlas and the fact that he was a Malfoy, kids normally draw close to him, but you weren't like that. Despite his frigid and domineering personality, you struck beside him with your decency and kindness, softening Draco's stubbornness. When his mother introduced you to him, he thanked her every day in his thoughts.

When his brother came into their line of vision, he was saved from replying. When you saw Atlas, Draco could see how your timid personality brightened. When Atlas sat next to you, messing with your braided hair, Draco groaned, and you swatted Atlas' hands away with a small grin.

Atlas asked, “What were you talking about?”

You shrugged, your gaze averted from Draco. “About the Hogwarts houses,”

His grey eyes shone brightly. “Are you excited? I'm entering into my third year, and there are some new subjects.”

“Yes,” you answered, your face beaming with delight. “But, I'm also nervous.”

Atlas grimaced before shifting his focus to Draco. “Don't believe anything Draco says; you'd be great there.”

“I didn't even say anything,” Draco muttered, attempting to avoid the frown that formed on his face every time he remembered your unhappy pout.

When you and Draco arrived at Hogwarts, he was already acting as if he owned the place, with Crabbe and Goyle flanking him, despite the fact that you were there alongside him, looking warm, lovely, and small. Draco had forced you to accompany him on the whole journey to Hogwarts, including the train, the boat, and the sorting ceremony.

Draco was sorted into Slytherin, much to nobody's surprise, and he was greeted in the snake pit with loud applause and a pleased smile from Atlas, who patted Draco on the shoulder as he reached the table with the greens. Draco began chanting Slytherin under his breath as if manifesting you in the Slytherin house as your name was announced, and Atlas looked to be muttering under his breath as he saw you sit on the stool.

As the hat yelled Slytherin on top of your head, Draco's chant must have been heard. When you met his eyes and offered him an enthusiastic smile, he found himself grinning like a fool. As you approached, Atlas offered you a quick embrace and a broad smile, which you imitated. You were meant to sit next to Draco, but he sat next to Crabbe and Goyle, and before Draco could swat them away to make room for you, a blonde girl approached you and offered to sit beside her.

The school years went by quickly, and while Draco and you were best friends, you had your own group of friends, all of whom were your roommates. You and Draco would talk in the common room or even the library in your spare time, where he would spit bitter words and complain about Potter and his goons, while you sat there disapprovingly.

Despite being a Slytherin, you were quite respected. Draco was aware of this; you were lovely, well-behaved, kind hearted, and it was a mystery to everybody how the sweet Y/N L/N could be friends with the arrogant young Malfoy.

Draco had a large number of friends. Blaise Zabini, Theodore Nott, and the bloody fools Crabbe and Goyle, who were more like his bodyguards. Regardless of his friends, he'd always find his way to you, and you to him. At the end of the day, you'd be back beside Draco, talking and studying.

You fared fairly well in your first year, with high grades, following the lead of Muggleborn Hermione Granger, whom Draco despises wholeheartedly. You've become close friends with Daphne Greengrass, Pansy Parkinson, and Tracey Davis, and you've spent a lot of time with them, but Draco has always made sure he gets half of your time.

Atlas was a busy student, but he found time to spend with you and Draco; he gave advice, which Draco ignored, annoyed that his brother was bothering both of your time, but you didn't seem to mind—of course you didn't, you were too pleasant—listened to Atlas' advice for class, making new friends, and even how to treat subject professors charmingly.

Atlas would occasionally invite you and Draco to his quidditch practice, and Draco would watch there, half-impressed by his brother's skills and half-annoyed that you were observing the procedure with such zeal. Draco, but on the other hand, was pompous about how you'd ask him questions and he'd answer them all effortlessly.

In your second year, the routine persisted. Although the girls and your friendship became closer, you still had time for your best friend. And you and Draco were finally comfortable as second years, he'd get into his ritual of complaining about Potter and you'd listen in, miffed, and Atlas was more keen to assist you guys, he was in his fourth year, skillful and intelligent as he was.

Draco was a part of the Slytherin quidditch team, and you assured him that you would attend every practice. And you went with Pansy, Daphne, and Tracey, watching in admiration as Draco showed off his skills despite only being a second year. He'd explain the basics of quidditch to you in the common room at night, and you'd listen intently, just like he would when you told him about the new books you were reading, and he'd listen with a slight smile on his face.

The third year came to a conclusion, and summer began. Draco, you, Daphne, Pansy, and Theo were all at your place. Draco couldn't care less about Crabbe and Goyle as Tracey stated she was in Italy and Blaise was in France. You were both fourteen at the time, and as the years went, Draco grew more protective, affectionate, and eager to be in your company.

As you talked and listened to whatever Pansy was babbling about, his head was laying on your lap and you were playing with his hair—normally he would loathe the notion of anyone touching his hair, but it seems you were an exception.

“I'm just fussing because it's bloody annoying,” Pansy grumbled. “He won't take the hint, despite the fact that I've already rejected him three times!”

Daphne smirked and cast a knowing glance at Pansy. “Perhaps because your rejection was unclear? If my memory serves me correctly, you merely left the poor boy alone at the Three Broomsticks with no explanation.”

Pansy locked her gaze on Daphne and crossed her arms fiercely. “How do you tell a boy who clearly fancies you that you're not fond of men in general?”

Draco instinctively smiled when he heard you chuckle from above. “Perhaps you should've just been honest?” you said softly, your voice gentler than Pansy's high pitched ones.

Pansy gave you a sidelong glance. She cynically remarks, “Not everyone is as lovely as you are, Y/N.”

“Watch your tone, Pansy,” Draco said lowly, not raising his head.

Theo said to Pansy while fiddling with his ring, his tone suggestive. “Rather than deceiving yourself into thinking you're interested in fake dating boys, you should just ask Tessa out.”

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes. Tessa had been the Ravenclaw Pansy's crush since the beginning of their third year. Pansy was in denial; she merely made up excuses about how much she despises Tessa, so she could gaze at her across the room and seem to be glaring at her. You and Draco found it humorous.

Pansy snarled at Theo, “How many times do I have to tell you that I don't like her? She's an obnoxious Ravenclaw who thinks she knows more than the rest of us.”

“She is sorted into Ravenclaw for a reason,” Theo said, just to irritate Pansy.

As Daphne turned to you and Draco, Pansy and Theo continued to argue—mostly Pansy was annoyed, while Theo was laughing.

“Well, what about you, Y/N?” Daphne asked.

You sounded perplexed. “What about me?”

You got a teasing grin from the blonde girl. “Why haven't you agreed to any of the boys who asked you out in your first Hogsmeade last year?”

Draco bristled, and he frowned when he noticed your fingers had ceased caressing with his hair. He didn't like it when boys asked you out on dates or expressed interest in you. Because you were his best friend, he was protective of you, therefore he found himself paying great attention to what Daphne had to say.

If Draco thought you were beautiful when you first met at the age of six, you grew up to be even more gorgeous. You grew taller, your hair grew longer, and the outfits and dresses you wore became more fitted and flattering on you. It didn't surprise him that so many people liked you, yet it irritated him greatly.

“I don't like any of them,” you respectfully stated, and Draco sensed that you didn't want to talk about it any longer.

“That's because Draco here hovers behind Y/N like a black shadow and his glares and stares scare the shit out of the boys,” Pansy said, pausing her argument with Theo.

Draco only glared at Theo as he reluctantly sat up from where his head lay in your lap, while Theo gave him a knowing grin.

“Not to mention Atlas,” added Pansy.

Daphne is swooning. “He's so hot, I'm surprised he doesn't have a girlfriend yet.”

“The fuck,” Draco grumbled, strangely staring at Daphne.

Pansy giggled, and her face began to relax. “Look, I'm not a big fan of boys, but Atlas has this aura around him.”

Draco turned to you, hoping you weren't involved in Pansy's shenanigans, but you were blushing, much to his astonishment and horror. You were fucking blushing. Draco liked to assume it was because of the sunlight blazing down on your flawless face, giving you a beautiful sheen, but he knew he was wrong.

“He doesn't talk to a lot of girls,” Daphne expressed her displeasure. “What does it feel like to be lucky, Y/N?”

Your face flushed. “Lucky?”

Daphne shrugged her shoulders. “He only talks to you,”

Draco had no idea where this talk was leading, but he wanted to put an end to it. “Of course, Atlas is like her older brother already.”

He glanced at you, expecting you to nod and agree, but you remained silent. You were acting strangely, Draco could feel himself frowning.

“Older brother?” Pansy said, laughing as if Draco were an idiot. “I think it's rather obvious.”

“Yeah,” Daphne said, a thoughtful expression on her face. “And we'll be in our fourth year this year, so I think it'll be convenient.”

Draco spat, “Convenient?”

He received a look from the blonde girl. “I thought you were aware of your brother's stance on Y/N?”

Draco hoped he didn't know they were discussing what he was thinking about. Draco cast another glance at you, noticing you playing with the hem of your sundress, something he knew you did only if you were nervous or bashful, and Draco sensed you felt the former.

“Y/N?” Draco probed, his gaze falling on you. “What are they talking about?”

You were reluctant, but a glance from Draco prompted you to speak, albeit timidly. “Promise me you won't get angry?”

“Bold of you to think he'd be angry at you,” Theo muses, his mouth clamped to avoid a scowl from Draco.

“Well?” Draco said, his brows knitted.

Everyone turned to look at you; despite their teasing smiles, Pansy and Daphne offered you supportive nods, and Theo, like Draco, seemed intrigued and a little worried by your answer.

“I fancy Atlas.” You eventually answered, blushing and avoiding Draco's eyes, “Ever since I was in second year…”

The words pierced Draco's heart like a knife. He had no idea or was unaware of this, and while he should be pleased that you liked his brother rather than some other bloke, he was also enraged, why his brother?

Theo whistled lowly, “Low blow.”

“He's kind, appreciative,” you proceeded to talk about his brother, and while Draco admired your voice, he hoped you would just stop talking.

Draco didn't realize it at first; after all, he's your best friend, so he should know everything about you, right? But he was plainly mistaken. There was also a Triwizard Tournament in your fourth year. Draco complained about the silly competition again since Harry Potter was in it, and while you watched the first task, Draco continued wishing the dragon would eat Potter, much to your chagrin.

He could still recall how you blushed at the mention of his brother, and he resorted to observing you whenever Atlas was around. Draco adored your dazzling grin and bright eyes, but what made him devastated was the fact that Atlas seemed to reciprocate it as well.

There was a Yule Ball after the first task. Many students were ecstatic, but some were nervous—especially the boys—because dates were being asked, and some feared rejection. Draco was unconcerned about it; many girls had approached him in the halls and in class, and he had just ignored them all.

As they strolled into the courtyard, Theo asked, “When are you going to ask Y/N? For all you know, she may have already been asked.”

Blaise was busy looking for a date, while Theo had already agreed to accompany Daphne. And as the days passed, Draco began to yearn you; it took him years and a whack in the head from Theo for him to recognize he had feelings for you. His best friend.

It was silly of him to embrace these thoughts; he didn't want to jeopardize your friendship, but both Theo and Blaise were pressing him to ask you to the Yule Ball as a date, and Draco had been thinking about it since the Tournament was announced. He didn't understand why he was always worried about this; after all, he was Draco Malfoy, and something as little as this shouldn't bother him. But it wasn't a frivolous deed, especially because it involved you.

“Where is she?” Draco inquired, his brows furrowed in puzzlement.

Theo was about to say something but he stopped, almost falling as he looked ahead of him, and Draco looked at him with irritation, but Theo's eyes were wide and he was pointing at something across the space, and he looked like a bubbling fool with his mouth twitching open and closed, and Draco would have been amused if he hadn't turned his head to the direction Theo was pointing at.

“Holy shit,” Theo exhales as he regains his balance.

Holy shit indeed. You were in the courtyard, but this time with Atlas. And Draco could see what was going on, Atlas looked sheepish and like a lovesick idiot, and you were beaming with a bouquet of daisies under your nose, your favorite flower. Draco felt as if he were seeing a horror film, and he could feel himself becoming shallow in disbelief and even betrayed.

Draco did what he did best after that fairly dreadful display in the courtyard: he sulked. He didn't pay any attention to you, didn't let you tell him about your Yule Ball date, and Draco didn't welcome you with a hug every morning like he used to. Draco knew he was behaving childish by ignoring his brother, but it upset him to see that his best friend, whom he had feelings for, like his brother.

After much deliberation, Draco and Blaise chose to attend the Yule Ball without any dates, much to the astonishment of everyone since girls admired Draco and Blaise for their attractive looks, engaging personality, and background.

Theo, Daphne, Blaise, and Draco all went to the Yule Ball together—Pansy went with a Durmstrang student, which Daphne assumed was because someone had already asked Tessa and Pansy was envious. To everyone's amusement, Pansy, of course, denied it. You, on the other hand, were with his brother.

It was difficult to ignore you. Draco's gaze has been fixed on your form since you entered the ball. You wore a lovely gown that accentuated your contours, and your hair was groomed to perfection, as did the jewelries adorning your wrists, ears, and neck. You looked like a princess, Draco could feel himself swallow a bitter air.

He left the ball with a sour taste in his mouth and stepped outside, letting the snow kiss him on the cheek. He couldn't stand there and watch you have a good time, dancing and laughing while looking so lovely in his brother's arms. If he had been friendlier when he first met you, like Atlas, perhaps your perception of him would have been different, or perhaps it was because you just see him as a friend. Draco closed his eyes to drown off the thoughts.

“You didn’t dance.”

He turned around when he heard a voice speak from behind him, and it was you. Even in the dark, your cheeks were flushed from the exhilaration of dancing and the few sips of champagne, you shone brightly.

Draco bit the inside of his cheek with his teeth. He nearly sneered, “What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be dancing with Atlas?”

His tone made you frown. “I was hoping to dance with you.”

Draco was on the verge of rolling his eyes. “You have Atlas for that,”

“Draco, what's wrong with you?” you said quietly, biting your bottom lip, and his gaze followed your action unconsciously. “For the past few days, you've been avoiding me... did I do anything wrong?”

He wanted to reply, No, you didn't, you'll never be able to, but he never did.

Instead, he fixed his cool gaze on you. “For a long time, you never told me you liked Atlas,”

Your eyes lit up in realization. “It's about this, isn't it?”

“Of course it's about this,” Draco snarled as he approached you. “It's always fucking about this.”

You look down and Draco takes a deep breath and grabs your chin with his fingers, forcing you to gaze up. He stood near to you and his thoughts were at war; your lips were tempting, but he told himself he was upset at you, and he had to swallow his desire as he glared at you.

“You've been snapping at boys who get close to me, and I'm tired of it,” you began. “And now you're upset with Atlas, your brother, which I hoped would make you less protective of me and allow me to have my fun.”

“You just don’t get it,” Draco whispers. “Do you?”

“Get what?”

Draco exclaimed, releasing his fingers from your chin and moving away from you, “That I've liked you since the first time I met you,”

You gave him a shake of your head. “No, you despised me when you first met me,”

Draco rubbed his face with his hands, not looking at you, and said, “I was six years old for fucks sake. I had a hard time expressing myself to a girl. I wanted to despise you, believe me, I did.”

For a little while, the only noises you could hear were the cold wind blow and the background sounds from the ball. People were coming in and out, but they didn't notice or care about you and Draco, who were hidden in the corner.

“What about now?” you asked. “What do you want?”

Draco's hands were clenched. “Now,” he murmured, his voice low yet sure. “I'd want to kiss you.”

You were silent for a time before saying, “Then kiss me,”

Draco gave you a stunned expression before grabbing your face in his hands and kissing you. The sensation of your lips on his made him drunk on you, and his hands wandered to your waist, pulling you closer to him and sharing his warmth.

He pulled away first, hesitantly but he didn't let go of your waist. “What about Atlas?”

“I've been an idiot,” you said, staring up at him. “I just realized I've had feelings for you the whole time, and I simply convinced myself that I like Atlas. I just didn't want to jeopardize our friendship…”

“We're both idiots,” he said as he kissed you again, and this time Draco felt absolutely thrilled to finally have you in his arms.

falling asleeep om malfoy

𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: this isn't the best but it's something i wrote to one of my favourite bois, the gif sounds like he's saying my favourite- requests are forever open luv, tiya

requested- yes

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- none i think-

"don't fall asleep on me, darlin" Draco cooed

his voice oh damn the lord, it sounded so pretty calling you darling. you'd want to hear it roll of his tongue over and over again. just wanna play it on a loop.

even against his misguided words, he had his hand around you waist, letting you lean on him with your head on his chest. you could hear his pretty heart beating so quickly.

why was he so nervous talking to his friends huh?

he had gone back discussing something about Potter again. maybe that's why his heart was beating so fast. Him and his bloody Potter for Merlin's sake. it was as if he was in love with him.

pottah this, pottah that, potta breathes, potta looked.

Malfoy on the other hand was having a whole panic attack inside his head.

is she comfortable? where do i keep my hand?

am i comfortable for her?

their droopy eyes slowly closed and they'd gone to sleep.

draco malfoy couldn't even pay attention to whatever they were talking about, his favourite subject in the world was in his arms.

his world was in his arms.

Keep laughing, because it’s a beautiful sound.

a/n: a first attempt at an angsty letter 😐😐 yes, im indulging all you lucky ducks with never seen before exclusive angst content.

warnings: there are inaccuracies, lets pretend voldemort kills scrimgeour and ignore that the timeline is wrong 😘

word count: 451.

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Dearest, y/n.

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Happy Anniversary, love. Or rather, sad anniversary. I hate that the worst event of my life occurs on what was the best day of my life.

Yes, I know. I am stupid and shut people out. I don’t like to admit I’m wrong, I’m cold sometimes, and you could probably list a million more faults and even though I’d protest, you’d be right. I miss that about you, your brutal honesty but I miss all of you beyond what words could convey. 

I haven’t seen you in over a year because of him, but he said it was to protect you. God, y/n. God, I wish it were any other way, I wish I could somehow steal a Time-Turner and go back and protect you from all of it. All I want is your safety.

You’re so far from me now, but I hope you’re safe and happy. Promise me that you’re safe and happy.  

The Dark Lord (as Father has forced me to call him) keeps me from knowing anything important. He says it’s because I’m not ready. Father says that, I mean. I don’t think Voldemort cares about me anymore. He used me to try kill Dumbledore and now I’m just discarded. I tried to stop him, y/n. I did, I promise you I tried. 

But you know all this. You knew I wouldn’t be able to kill Scrimgeour (Voldemort’s did that himself.), but now, in the eyes of every Death Eater I walk past, my father, him, I’ve failed. Between you and me? I’m glad I did because that was one of my last moments with you, right before the battle.

I’m sending this letter by owl to your parents now. They’ll put it in a place I hope you will be able to find, but I know you won’t read it. Because you can’t read it.

Every night I hate myself a little more for letting you go. 

You’re laughing at how cheesy that was. But please keep laughing because it’s a beautiful sound and I think we all need some beauty right now.

Love you always,

D.M.

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P.S: It’s now the 2nd of May 1999. Almost the 3rd because I’ve been up so long thinking if I should even write this note, but by now we both know I’ll always have more to say when it comes to you, so here it is. It’s been exactly a year since I found out you died, and three since your actual death. This is my 12th letter. I don’t want to say this is my last, but I don’t know how much longer I can do this. I love you. I’ll see you soon.

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