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❥ melt your heart | year one, chapter one

pairing: draco malfoy x oc genre: best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: draco being a lil bitch, very badly edited word count: 4.2k masterlist: melt your heart next chapter: chapter two

A CROWDED STATION leaves a little girl absolutely faint, having trouble getting through the sea of people to get her luggage onto the train. "hello, miss! need some help with your bags?" a railway porter asks, the girl blinks for a moment, taken aback, but then nods with a bright smile. "yes, please!" she says in a soft tone, handing her things to the man and thanking him in the process before getting onto the train.

julianna candy had to head to the station alone for her grandmother didn't really bother going with her for moral support. she didn't mind though, sure, she was a bit nervous but her excitement outweighed the nerves. passing by compartment after compartment, trying her best to find an empty one, she stumbled upon someone familiar.

as she slid the door open, "draco!" her voice cheery and face beams at the sight of the bright-haired boy. seemingly startled, draco placed his hand on his chest. "merlin's beard, know how to scare the wits out of someone do you, candy?" his comment ignored by julianna while the brunette placed her sling bag on the seat and sat opposite of draco. now, i know you're probably wondering 'they already know each other?! how?!' well, let me give you a flashback!

it was at flourish and blotts when the two met.

"i'm going to go get your books, girl. stay here." her grandmother said, heading towards the long line of parents and guardians trying to get their children's school books. she was particularly eyeing a man with long platinum blonde hair and his wife, her grandmother seemed to dread the potential encounter. julianna heard what she said about staying at the spot she left her at but she just couldn't follow through and so, she headed up the staircase of the shop.

the girl stared at the books uninterested. she didn't like reading much, it took too much effort, which was why she was mostly interested in art-related things like painting or drawing. "looking for something specific?" a young male voice asked her which made the brunette snap her head towards the person. julianna was met with a boy that was probably around her age, with slicked back blonde hair and bold blue-grey eyes. his lips were shaped into a tiny smirk and he oozed of confidence.

julianna starts panicking, not knowing how to answer. "o-oh, uh no... just browsing, sort of." she shyly replies, "i don't actually... like reading." her words shocked the blonde boy, "what?! why? it's an effective way of gaining knowledge." "mm, too bad. can't really gain knowledge from a book, i'm a visual learner. need pictures." she cheekily replied, her lips turning into a wide smile. the boy stared at her for a bit before a tiny smile broke out and he put his hand out. "i'm malfoy. draco malfoy." he introduced himself as though he'd been rehearsing this in front of his bathroom mirror at least twelve times. "julianna candy. i know, weird last name." julianna giggled, "no, not at all. in fact, sounds a bit familiar." he commented, "are you related t-" "draco! come! we have to go obtain your wand!" a woman's voice calls out, stealing draco's attention from julianna's name.

as he walked down the stairs, he stopped midway. "i hope to see you on the train so we can further this discussion." at his words, julianna smiled and nodded, bidding the blonde goodbye. she found it funny that he spoke so formally, but assumed it was the way he was brought up, just like her.

"julianna? where are you?" the sound of her grandmother's voice startles her, making her rush to the lower floor. "i'm here!" she announces, "didn't i tell you to stay here? can't do one thing right." the comment makes julianna look at the ground, feeling poignant. "here, help me carry your books, then we can go get you fitted for your robes." the heavy load of books was dropped onto her tiny hands, but the girl managed, always. "yes, nan." she had no choice.

julianna smiled widely at draco. "wasn't expecting to see you so soon!" she tells the boy who only scoffed. "i was. the train is not that long, you know?" he enunciates every word which makes the girl giggle. "what are you laughing at?" "well, i'd hardly call that laughing but, you're just funny." draco's eyes widen before going back to their regular size, "funny? no one's ever said that to me before." the brunette fiddles with her hands, "oh, uh, i just find how you enunciate amusing. reminds me of my grandmother." "your grandmother?!" this makes julianna burst into real laughter this time, especially at the redness of draco's face.

the two continued to talk, enjoying one another's company. this would be julianna's first friend ever! she hoped it would only get better from here on out. suddenly, draco remembered something. "oh. i just remembered the question i wanted to ask you at the bookshop. are you related to atticus chambers?" he asked, leaning his elbow on the window sill. "i am! he's my great great great grandfather or something. i don't really pay attention to my grandmother when she talks about things like that." the sudden topic change makes her fiddle with her hands once more. "i knew it! i heard my father talking about the candys and chambers at some point. heard your grandmother doesn't like my father very much." draco's words make her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, "huh... i wonder why." she mutters quietly before the blonde ultimately changes the subject once more.

julianna realised how talkative draco was. sometimes he would talk about how he gets everything he asks for, or that he's amazing on a broomstick. he seemed a tad bit spoiled and egotistic, but overall, julianna liked him. draco listened to what she had to say about her interests and her views, until it became political.

"hope i don't get sorted into hufflepuff, heard a lot of the muggle-borns were sorted into there." julianna's jaw dropped slightly as she heard his words. "what's wrong with muggle-borns?" she asked, earning a disgusted look from draco. "what do you mean 'what's wrong with muggle-borns'? there's everything wrong with them! they don't belong here, with witches and wizards like us." he speaks so surely of himself that julianna knows this had to have been written into draco's mind by his parents, there was no way he just suddenly thought like this. "okay... but there's muggle-borns in all the houses, so why only hufflepuff." "hm, that house is just filled with boring people. it's just a horrible house." okay, julianna had a high tolerance for arseholes but this was a bit too much for her.

she had thought she'd make a normal friend, not a controversial one with whom she did not agree with on very important and serious topics. "that isn't fair. if you heard this from someone else, how would you know it's the truth if you didn't see it for yourself?" julianna spoke up, "and it isn't really our decision to decide whether someone is fit to be a proper witch or wizard, whether they're muggle-born or not, right?" she calmly tried to reason with him even though on the inside she seethed with anger.

draco rolled his eyes, "hm. didn't take you for a blood traitor, julianna. luckily, i'm willing to look past that because i find you tolerable as a person." julianna couldn't believe her ears! there was no way this was actually happening! "well, even though i really want you to be my friend because you seem like a nice person, i'm not willing to look past your views and i'm leaving." she said, standing up and taking her bag. "fine. be that way." she heard draco's comment as she left the compartment and she huffed, saddened. as quickly as she gained a new friend, she had lost them and made a new enemy. truth be told, she was willing to look past what draco said, thinking it was possible for people to change, but she didn't want her first friend to be someone who was prejudiced against muggle-borns! they literally didn't do anything or even ask to be chosen to become witches and wizards. it was unfair for draco to think that way.

while she was walking down the corridor, she bumped into a person, or actually, two people. "u-uh! sorry!" julianna quickly apologised, "it's fine, love." "no bumps or bruises, no harm done." two similar voices say. julianna looked up and was faced with a pair of red headed twins. "are you alright?" the one on the right asks, "uh, yes!" she turned towards the compartment they were about to go into that had only a boy with dark skin and dreads. ''is this your compartment?" the two nodded, "do you have room for one more?" there was a glimmer of hope in julianna's voice and the twins looked at each other before nodding again. "of course!" "come on in!" the two say back-to-back, she lets out a sigh of relief and thanked them.

walking in, julianna quickly learned the names of the twins and the other boy. fred weasley, george weasley and lee jordan, all third years. "what's your name?" lee asked, "i-i'm julianna candy." julianna cursed herself for stuttering but they barely noticed. "candy?" "that's cute." fred and george commented, "sounds familiar too." lee added, which made the girl think back to her conversation with draco about her ancestry. "yeah, i'm related to this important wizard or something, i don't know." she brushed off the subject which the three found weird but left it alone. the ride from there was then filled with giggles and little stories from all four of them. one of the stories was about how the twins fooled their little brother ron with a spell that could turn his pet rat yellow, it wasn't a real spell obviously. whilst they were talking, a chubby boy with a nervous look on his face came in asking if they'd seen a toad anywhere and explained that he had lost his but they all hadn't.

when they reached hogwarts, the first years were being called to a different route to the castle. "ah, you lot got the easy route." "we have to go by carriages." the redheads groaned in complaint, lee just shook his head. "we'll see you in the great hall." he said, waving goodbye. "have fun with the boats!" "be sure not to rock them too much-" "-or you just might fall out!" julianna rolled her eyes at the teasing and walked towards the rest of the first years. there stood a hairy, large man, who was over 12 feet tall, with a pair of kind eyes. his name was rubeus hagrid, the gamekeeper, keeper of keys and grounds at hogwarts. julianna had seen him in a few photos of her parents when they attended hogwarts. he seemed to know them pretty well. upon reaching the boats, hagrid told everyone to get into groups of four or five.

by the time julianna had wanted to find a boat to share, it had seemed all the boats were filled. she spotted a glimmer of platinum blonde hair but turned away as quickly as she did. "oh, dear. seems we have more new students than last time. never mind that! you can ride with me! i'm sure the boat can handle a bit more weight." hagrid smiled, sensing the dread that filled julianna's stomach when there were no boats left.

riding the boat with hagrid gave her the opportunity to ask him about her parents. "mr. hagrid?" "oh, just hagrid'll be just fine!" he assured, making her feel less tense. "did you know a maurice candy and a ivy purice that went to hogwarts around the early 70s?" at the sound of the two names, hagrid's attention was caught. "why yes, yes i did. why?" julianna grinned, "i'm their daughter, julianna candy." she explained and hagrid's grim expression was turned into a joyful one. "blimey! a candy and i didn't even notice! you look just like your mother too!" hagrid was absolutely elated before his face became sorrow once more, "i'm sorry about your parents, julianna. they were amazing people." "oh, it's alright! i didn't even know them so it's hard to be sad about people i barely spent any time with." she smiled reassuringly, but hagrid knew it was probably just an act. in fact, he was right.

then, she turned around and saw it; the hogwarts castle. all lit up inside as can be seen in the windows and all lit up outside by the numbers of lanterns surrounding it. the castle looked majestic in the night but had a hint of gloom to it. "it's beautiful." julianna whispered to herself, absolutely mesmerised. she looked behind her for a moment and saw draco staring at her before looking away immediately. the confused brunette decided to ignore it and continued looking at hogwarts.

once they got to the school, she was absolutely overwhelmed by the entrance. the design and the atmosphere made her burst with inspiration, giving her the desire to paint. the first years were then told to walk up the staircase until they reached professor mcgonagall. julianna was in the middle of the first year crowd. at some point while walking, the students spotted a woman in a witches hat with long green robes.

"welcome to hogwarts. now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates but before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses." she started, "they are gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and slytherin. now, while you're here, your house will be like your family. your triumphs will earn you points. any rule-breaking and you will lose points. at the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." "trevor!" professor mcgonagall was interrupted by the same boy from the train that lost his toad. he rushed towards the highest step, grabbing a toad that sat there. mcgonagall gave him a look, "sorry." he muttered, going back to his spot. julianna quietly giggled at the interaction but was happy he had found his pet. "the sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." professor said before leaving and heading towards the gigantic doors before them.

at this, draco seized the opportunity. "it's true then, what they're saying on the train." he spoke and everyone's heads turned towards him. "harry potter has come to hogwarts." his words cause chatter and whisper amongst the first year students. julianna was starting to sweat, wondering what draco's going to do to the boy who lived. she's heard of him, of course, every kid in the wizarding world has, it's brilliant but she had barely any interest in him.

"this is crabbe, and goyle." he introduced the two goons beside him and julianna scowled, confused. 'where did those two come from?' he was literally alone when she came into the compartment and when she came out of the compartment. "and i'm malfoy. draco malfoy." julianna giggled, she was right, he does practise it, but she wasn't the only one who laughed. draco snapped his head at the redhead next to harry, who also snickered. "think my name's funny, do you? i've no need to ask yours. red hair and a hand-me-down robe? you must be a weasley." the blonde sneered demeaningly before averting his gaze to julianna for a second but said nothing, looking back at harry. "you'll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, potter. you don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. i can help you there." draco glanced at ron when he talked about the 'wrong sort', putting his hand out for harry to accept it.

harry potter had a hard look on his face before ultimately declining it. "i think i can tell the wrong sort for myself, thanks." he coolly replied, embarrassing draco whose face looked upset. as if just in time, professor mcgonagall returned and tapped on draco's shoulder. he went back to his spot, "we're ready for you now. follow me." mcgonagall informs and they all line up in pairs, unfortunately, julianna was next to draco.

she wanted to say something to him. she felt bad but knew he definitely deserved it, who would be friends with someone with that kind of attitude. only that's the thing, julianna got to know him without that attitude in the way and he wasn't so bad. "well, uh, that was something." she quietly spoke, regretting her choice of words as soon as they came out. draco didn't say anything.

"great hall's looking pretty nice." julianna pressed her lips together awkwardly, looking at the ceiling as they walked to the front of the tables. "good luck with the sorting. hope you don't get hufflepuff." she joked, this time draco did turn to look at her. "don't worry. i'll definitely get slytherin. it's in my blood." the look on his face showed how sure of himself he was, "hah!" she suddenly exclaimed, confusing the boy. "got you to talk to me." julianna grinned playfully, wiggling a finger at his face before he slapped away lightly. "whatever." the blonde crossed his arms before letting out the tiniest smile.

julianna was finally able to say that they weren't enemies, they're frenemies! definitely. hopefully.

everyone stood before the platform where mcgonagall stood, listening to her words. "now, before we begin, professor dumbledore would like to say a few words." she announced as a man with long white hair and a long white beard stood up. at the side, julianna could see hagrid and gave him a tiny wave which he reciprocated. "i have a few start-of-term notices i wish to announce. the first years please note that the dark forest is strictly forbidden to all students. also, our caretaker, mr. filch, has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. thank you." at the end of dumbledore's announcement all the first years looked either grim or terrified, julianna found it quite amusing. "pretty great first words of welcoming if i do say so myself." she quietly joked to draco, who rolled his eyes playfully, or not, nobody can really tell.

mcgonagall picked up a dusty, old-looking wizard's hat. "when i call your name, you will come forth. i shall place the sorting hat on your head and you will be sorted into your houses." she explained before taking a look at the parchment, "hermione granger." the girl who was called out started whispering to herself, feeling rather nervous. julianna, herself, was feeling quite anxious. did they really have to get sorted in front of the whole school? hermione was sorted into gryffindor which she seemed extremely happy about. "julianna candy." the brunette's eyes widened in horror, it was her turn already?

she walked towards the stool, sitting down with a tense look on her face. when the hat was placed, it yelled and the halls echoed. not only that but julianna got so scared she stood straight up. "ah, i do love messing with my fair share of candys. very jumpy lot." the hat comments as the hall erupted with laughter. she sat back down, a little less tense than she was before, thanks to the little prank. she caught a wink that both fred and george sent her, making her even more relaxed.

"now, this is a complicated soul. perfectionist are you, but how much can you really try to be absolutely flawless before it breaks you open, tears you apart? a fast learner, but not willing to learn as much. loyal and patient, i know where you belong. any idiot can see it from a mile away. hufflepuff!" the hat roared and the hufflepuff table roared as well. fred and george can be seen with their hands in their heads, disappointed she didn't get sorted into gryffindor but were happy nonetheless. draco had the most hilarious expression, in utter disbelief in what just happened. julianna found this to be extremely ironic, standing up and making her way to the hufflepuff table. on her way, she stopped at draco. "still can tolerate me, malfoy?" she teased and ran towards the hufflepuff table, sitting beside a fourth year. julianna only watched draco get sorted, which was only a few seconds since the moment the hat grazed his hair it announced 'slytherin' which julianna found weird but brushed it off.

while waiting for the sorting to be done, she talked to the fourth year who she learned to be cedric diggory. he explained all about the classes and which were the best in his opinion. "personally, defence against the dark arts is particularly interesting but who knows, you may love potions, if you don't mind professor snape." he chuckles, "who?" julianna asked and cedric subtly pointed at the man with long, greasy-looking hair, a crooked nose and cold, empty eyes. "oh. he doesn't look too bad." "hah, you say that now but wait till you get in a class with him. he can be particularly strict." "oh, ceddy. nobody can be more strict than my grandmother. trust me." julianna jokes, the two smile at each other. the feast commenced after the sorting was done and afterwards the first years were guided to the dormitories by their respective house prefects. hufflepuff's prefect was gabriel truman.

gabriel led the first years down the grand staircase and into the hogwarts kitchen, which was conveniently underneath the great hall. inside they find a pile of large barrels and stand before it. a bunch of house-elves were working around the kitchen, cleaning up dishes and such. now, each dormitory had a password and this one particularly was extremely unique. "the password never changes. the way to enter the dormitory is to tap the barrel two from the bottom, middle of the second row to the rhythm of 'helga hufflepuff', like so." he explained, tapping on the barrel 'tap-tap, tap-tap-tap'. the barrels opened up a secret passage which led to a beautiful yellow-themed common room, decorated with flowers and all kinds of greenery. there was a yellow sofa near the fireplace and wooden seats with tables all around the common room. since the kitchen was on the ground level of hogwarts, there were only windows high up the walls which were accented by the hanging flower pots and vines. the common room was a botanist's dream, you could say.

"now, girl's dormitory is on the right, boy's on the left. just head up those staircases and go to your respectively assigned rooms, your luggage should already be in there. good night!" gabriel cheerfully says, ushering the boys to their dorms. now, this was what julianna was dreading the most; having barely any friends in the house she was sorted to.

she walked up the staircase and entered the first door on her left. two girls followed closely behind her, one girl with blonde hair and another with auburn hair. julianna had no idea who they were since she wasn't paying attention to the sorting, but luckily, they decided to introduce themselves. "hi! i'm hannah abbott! nice to meet you." the blonde girl greeted julianna who grinned at her, "julianna candy! and you?" she turned towards the auburn-haired girl, "susan bones." susan softly smiled and the other two smiled back. the three of them talked for a bit whilst unpacking until julianna heard a meow. they all went silent. "...d'you have a cat?" hannah asked julianna who only nodded, "oh no." she muttered, dashing towards the opposite side of her bed and saw her pet carrier that she didn't see because it was somehow pushed underneath her bed.

"pudding!" she exclaimed, taking her out of the carrier. pudding was a bright brown kitten with bright blue-grey eyes and scruffy-looking fur. "i'm so sorry! i entirely forgot about you!" julianna apologised and hugged the kitten close to her chest as she could feel the kitten shaking. "she's adorable!" "her fur is so pretty!" the two other hufflepuffs compliment, coming closer towards them. the kitten mewed, snuggling her face onto julianna's shoulder. "thank you! she's about four weeks old!" the three gushed over the kitten before they decided it was a good time to go to bed. they all got ready to go to sleep and julianna had to place pudding on her bed. worried she might trip and fall flat on her face, julianna set up a tiny little area for her in the corner of the room next to her bed so she could roam around in the area along with eat, sleep and poop. three most vital things to do in life.

once she finished, she changed into her nightgown and laid down. saying she was excited would be an understatement, she was over the moon. hoping that tomorrow would be great and the rest of the year too.

(─‿‿─) melt your heart masterlist

last updated: 19th july, 2023 newest: chapter seven warnings: bullying, violence, kissing, cursing wattpad: (i usually update here first than on tumblr) moodboards: julianna's

❥ year one chapter one,, chapter two,, chapter three,, chapter four,, chapter five,, chapter six ❥ year two chapter seven,, chapter eight,, chapter nine,, chapter ten,, chapter eleven,, chapter twelve,, chapter thirteen,, chapter fourteen,, chapter fifteen ❥ year three chapter sixteen,, chapter seventeen,, chapter eighteen,, chapter nineteen,, chapter twenty,, chapter twenty-one,, chapter twenty-two,, chapter twenty-three ❥ year four chapter twenty-four,, chapter twenty-five,, chapter twenty-six,, chapter twenty-seven,, chapter twenty-eight,, chapter twenty-nine,, chapter thirty ❥ year five n/a ❥ year six n/a ❥ year seven n/a ❥ the aftermath n/a

❥ melt your heart | year two, chapter seven

pairing: draco malfoy x oc genre: best friends to lovers! slow burn! warnings: lucius being sorta creepy, draco being a jealous little bitch, JULIANNA'S GRANDMOTHER IS A WARNING HERSELF word count: 4.1k masterlist: melt your heart last chapter: chapter six next chapter: -

AN OWL BURSTS into the room julianna was staying in. the owl ruffled its feathers before handing her a beige envelope with a dark green seal on it. it also dropped off a box, which julianna probably figured it was something sweet for her to eat. "thank you, croissant." she thanked her family's owl, caressing his feathers as he squawked and flew back out the window. julianna opened up the letter and began to read:

dear julianna,

i'm writing to you to inform you that i've gotten your last letter and to ask you if you've made it to the weasleys' place safe and sound. even though i don't think you should be staying with their lot, i'm just glad you won't have to spend any more time with your grandmother. the last painting you sent me is definitely one of my favourites, i think all of your paintings are my favourites. write back to me soon, stay safe.

from, draco.

she smiled as she read the letter from her good friend, draco malfoy. they had been writing letters to each other nonstop for the entire summer, talking about what they were doing, sending each other things. "another letter from your boyfriend?" a mocking voice asked from right behind her. she snapped her head at ron. "shut it, ronnikins!" she exclaimed and the redhead groaned at the use of the nickname. "i'm starting to think it was a bad idea to let you stay over until school starts." ron muttered, julianna smiled as she folded the letter back into the envelope and placed it safe and sound in a box filled with other letters from the blonde slytherin.

"i genuinely don't know what you see in that git." "hey! he can be really sweet when he wants to be." she argued, standing up and stretching. "are we going to go get harry now?" she whispered to ron who nodded and they headed downstairs to meet up with the weasley twins, fred and george.

if you're wondering why they're going to go get harry 10 o'clock at night, it's because he hadn't been replying to either julianna, ron or hermione's letters. they believed something happened to him and ron's mother, molly, did say if harry didn't reply in the next week they would go get him but ron and julianna couldn't wait that long. how, you ask, are they going to get to privet drive, the place where harry lives? well, ron's father, arthur, worked in the misuse of muggle artefacts department which he seemed to do quite a lot. he would take apart muggle items and enchant them before putting them back together, julianna has seen his collection in their garage. one muggle thing arthur had that they could use to see harry was a car that he had enchanted to fly. of course, julianna had her worries.

"are you sure you can drive this thing, fred?" she asked, completely uneasy as she got into the backseat with ron while the twins sat in front. "oh, sure! how hard could it be?" fred assures, "don't tell me you don't trust us, julianna." george adds on and honestly, after staying with them for almost five days now, she doesn't trust them one bit. "no, i don't trust you guuuys!" she yells the last word as fred stomped on the acceleration paddle and off they were, out of the garage and into the air. "bloody hell! calm down, would you?" ron exclaimed, leaning onto julianna because fred made a sharp turn when george pointed out they were going the wrong way. "what if we get spo-" "we've already discussed this!" george groaned, "we stay high in the clouds so no muggles can see us." fred explained once more, the girl rolled her eyes. "yes, i know, but there's still a very good chance we get caught." from there, the boys just decided to ignore her incessant fussing.

open reaching harry's home, they saw his windows had been barred up. "what the bloody hell?!" ron exclaimed at the sight of them, "oh, what lovely people they are to bar harry entirely from the outside world!" julianna sarcastically cheers while the twins laugh at her, fred drove the car and positioned it so the doors could face the window. inside, they saw harry potter with an amazed look on his face. "hiya harry." ron greeted, harry walked closer to them. "ron, julianna, fred, george, what are you all doing here?" he asked, seemingly relieved that they had arrived. "saving your arse, of course. what's with the bars? is your uncle this much of a menace?" julianna's questions brings a laugh out of harry, "pleasantries later! come on, get your trunk!" ron hurried and he dashed through his room, quickly gathering everything he needed. 

julianna grabs a hook attached to a rope that she fashioned up rather fast, attaching the rope to the back of the car and placing the hook around one of the bars. "you'd better stand back, harry." she told him and he obliged, fred turns the car and steps on the accelerator once more, the bars coming off with ease. however, julianna was so sure this woke up harry's ruddy uncle, aunt and cousin. "hurry, harry!" "come on now!" everyone rushed, only having a few more seconds before his uncle would burst into his door. just as harry was about to get in the car, the bedroom door slammed open and his uncle, vernon, was chasing towards the window, holding onto harry's ankle. "let go of me!" he cried, trying to get rid of his uncle's hands. "drive, fred, drive!" julianna yelled, holding onto harry so he didn't slip off as fred drove away. vernon plummeted to the ground, landing on a few bushes, all safe and sound. kind of.

they all cheered as they could finally relax in the car. "by the way harry," ron suddenly said, "happy birthday!" julianna finished his sentence and handed over a boxed present to him, "from us to you." she grinned and harry was absolutely elated at the gesture. she slapped his hand when he was going to open it, "hey, grabby hands! wait until we're at the burrow!" she scolded playfully, and harry rolled his eyes. they talked about what had happened to him and why he hadn't been answering their letters. harry told all about a house elf named dobby doing everything in his power to stop him from going to hogwarts because something bad was going to happen this year. "i feel like something bad is going to happen every year." julianna presses her lips together as she sunk into her seat in between ron and harry. "tell me about it." harry commented with a loud sigh.

when they reached the burrow, it was bright daylight, and they tried their best to sneak into the tall house without making any sound. "think it'd be alright if we had some?" ron referred to the buns on the table, the twins nod their heads, "yeah, mum will never know." they all take one. harry was walking around, admiring the house in all its glory. him and julianna stared at a grandfather clock but it didn't have numbers for the time, it had the whole weasley family's faces on the hands, with many words such as 'dentist', 'school' and even 'prison' written on it. the hands turned ron, fred and george from 'lost' to 'home'. "let me tell you, i love this clock so much. i could not stop gushing about it for the first three days i stayed here." julianna whispered to harry who agreed that it was a very cool ass clock.

they then walked further into the house and harry spotted needles knitting themselves. "it's not much, but it's home." ron said with his mouth stuffed full, "i think it's brilliant." harry said with a huge smile on his face. everything was going all fine until the sound of rushing footsteps were heard. in came molly, "where have you been?!" she shrieked and all of them froze, ron hid the bread behind his back. "harry, how wonderful to see you, dear!" her demeanour turned bright when she spotted harry, walking closer towards them with a smile on her face before placing her hands on her hips. "beds empty, no note! car gone! you could have died! you could have been seen!" she yelled at her sons before turning to both julianna and harry, "of course, i don't blame you, harry, julianna." julianna was starting to get more scared about the fact that she was both happy and angry at the same time.

"they were starving him, mum. there were bars on his window!" ron softly said, "well, you best hope i don't put bars on your window, ronald weasley." and that immediately shut ron up. molly then told them that breakfast was ready and they should eat up. julianna made her way to the table and took a seat between fred and george. "careful around the house, harry. there's a ghoul in the attic." julianna muttered under her breath, attempting to scare harry. "what?" harry asked before ron's little sister, ginny, came down the stairs in her pyjamas and robe. "mummy, have you seen my jumper?" "yes, dear, it was on the cat." mrs. weasley replied to the girl but she didn't hear it at all, her eyes widened as she got distracted by harry. harry greeted her but she only slowly backed away before running back upstairs with nothing said. the twins and julianna snicker at the scene. "what did i do?" harry asked, puzzled. "ginny." ron shortly answered, taking another bite of his breakfast. "she's been talking about you all summer." julianna teases, wiggling her eyebrows and nudging the twins beside her who also had the same reaction.

"morning, weasleys!" arthur greeted, coming home from work. "morning, dad." "morning, arthur." the weasleys greeted back, arthur walked into the kitchen. "and, of course, good morning to you too, julianna." "good morning, mr. weasley!" she greeted cheerfully as he set his bags on a table nearby. "what a night! nine raids. nine!" he exclaimed, harry had more questions. "merlin, you sure are curious about everything aren't you?" the brunette asked with eggs in her mouth, "mr. weasley works in the ministry of magic, in the misuse of muggle artefacts office." she explained, "dad loves muggles, thinks they're fascinating." ron added as arthur gave molly a kiss on the cheek before sitting down next to harry. "well, now." arthur said before realising harry, "and who are you?" he questioned, harry puts down his fork and knife. "sorry, sir. i'm harry, sir. harry potter." he introduced himself and the redhead man seemed starstruck by the boy who lived. "good lord. are you really? well, ron has told us all about you, of course. when did he get here?" mr. weasley started to cut up his food, "this morning." mrs. weasley answered, "your sons and julianna flew that enchanted car of yours to surrey and back last night." she told him and he did not seem upset one bit. in fact, he seemed ecstatic. "did you really? how did it go-" the twins and julianna were about to say how it went but a slap on the shoulder changed the man's manner, "i mean, that was very wrong indeed, boys, and girl. very wrong of you." he 'scolded', if you could even call that scolding. they all look at each other and smile.

then arthur asked harry all he knew about muggles while julianna and the twins talked about what they were going to do later on, to which julianna replied with 'sleep'. a few moments later, errol smashed against the window to deliver the post. "maybe we should invest in some glasses for the owl?" the girl joked and the twins chuckled, "fetch it will you percy, please?" molly asked her third eldest son, percy, who grabbed the letter from the clumsy owl. "oh, look, it's our hogwarts letters. they've sent us harry and julianna's as well." he told them, handing over the two letters to them. "dumbledore must know you're here, harry. doesn't miss a trick, that man." they opened the letters to find that almost all the second year books needed were by a famous wizard named gilderoy lockhart. he has lots of fan girls, julianna was not one of them. "my goodness, almost all of these books are by that narcissistic wizard, lockhart!" she quietly exclaimed to george, who only snorted. "this lot won't come cheap, mum. the spell books alone are very expensive." fred frowns but his mum gives him a smile of hope. "we'll manage." she reassured, "there's only one place we're going to get all of this; diagon alley." molly said before rushing everyone to finish off their breakfast so they could get a move on things. a few minutes later, ginny turned up.

after breakfast, they all got ready wearing their cloaks, standing in front of the fireplace. mrs. weasley grabs a pot from the side, "here we are, harry. you go first, dear." "but harry's never travelled by floo powder before, mum." ron informed his mother, "oh, then you go first, ron, so that harry can see how it's done." she said encouraging him to come forward and step into the fire place, julianna moved next to harry. "it's quite simple really." she assured as ron grabbed a handful of floo powder, "diagon alley!" he held up his fist and let go of the powder, bursting into green flames. harry's eyes widened, "quite dusty though." julianna commented, molly ushered harry to go next. he looked nervous but this should be nothing compared to what he had to go through last year. "diagonally!" julianna was so sure, in fact, everyone else was sure too, that harry had definitely said the wrong words. "what did he say, dear?" "diagonally." "i thought he did." molly and arthur were hoping he was alright and didn't turn up somewhere horrid (he did).

"alright! julianna, you go next!" the hufflepuff walked into the fire place and grabbed the floo powder. she takes a deep breath, "diagon alley!" she said loud and clear, releasing the powder and going up in the same green flames the other two had. on julianna's side, the fire was absolutely blinding but she eventually found the right entrance to the place. coughing, she saw ron, "you made it! where's harry?" he asked, trying to help her dust off the soot on her cloak and face. "he said the words wrong, he's probably somewhere else." she said, worried. "i'm going to go look for him-" "no! that's the last thing we need, you to get lost too!" ron exclaimed, clinging onto her arm. julianna rolled her eyes at the boy, "fine, but if he doesn't turn up ever, i'm blaming you." the rest of the weasley family came shortly afterwards and they made their way to flourish and blotts.

the shop was filled with witches lined up and when julianna looked to her right, she saw why. "dear merlin! that lockhart git is doing some sort of fan sign for his bloody biography!" usually, julianna would be really sweet about someone she barely knows about but from what she had heard from hermione about him over their letters, he seems insufferable. the twins snigger, "no wonder." "mum is itching to line up." they said, julianna sighed. "i'm going upstairs. call me when the line dies down." she said, wanting to get out of the crowded area before she lost her mind. just as she was about to, a voice caught her attention. she turned around and saw hermione granger with her parents.

"hermione!" she exclaimed, jumping on her to give her a hug. hermione laughs and hugs her back, "it's so good to see you again!" she said, smiling wildly. "line's pretty long, huh?" "yeah, that gilderoy lockhart you like so much is doing fa-" "what?!" hermione shrieked, her curly hair swishing behind her as she tried to go to the front to get a better look at the blonde wizard. "and goodbye." julianna blankly stated before continuing her journey upstairs.

walking to the other side of the book case, she bumps into someone. "ah! sorry!" she apologised, "looking for something to read, candy floss?" the voice makes her head snap up to look at the person. there stood draco malfoy, who definitely grew taller during the summer as now he was towering over her with his hand resting on a top shelf. "draco!" julianna immediately lurched forward to give him a hug, her head just barely reaching his chin. draco smiled to himself as he hugged back, "what a coincidence! seeing you here, i mean." julianna said as she let go of him, which draco really didn't want her to, but oh well. "yeah, specifically the same spot we met too." he looked around before looking back at her, unable to take his eyes off her face. julianna had barely changed over the summer, she still had her huge, lovely smile and her pretty, chocolate brown eyes. however, she did grow more into her looks and looked significantly older, just like how draco did. "you look pretty as always." he complimented, his eyes not leaving her own. "thank you. you're not too bad yourself." she shyly said with deep red hues covering her face, draco leaned closer to her as they started talking.

the two talked about their day and such, everything was going swell until she mentioned the flying car incident. "you what?!" he exclaimed, "we didn't get seen!" "you could have! can't believe that stupid family brought you into that, and a flying muggle car? really?" he shook his head in disappointment, "okay, yes, all those things, yes but everything turned out fine! just don't tell your dad about the car, okay? i know you hate the weasleys and all, but you don't hate me, right?" julianna teased and draco crossed his arms, "so, please, don't tell your father about it. for me?" she pleaded, fluttering her eyelashes and he rolled his eyes before pushing her away. "yeah, yeah. i won't." "you promise?" she held up her pinkie, the blonde boy stared at it for a while before grabbing it with his own pinkie. "promise." he stated and julianna smiled, not letting go of his finger. a voice from downstairs steals their attention and they let go of each other to see what was happening.

"ugh, potter loves getting all the attention doesn't he?" draco snarled in disgust, watching harry taking photos with gilderoy lockhart. julianna frowned at his words, "no, he doesn't. he hates it." she whispered to him as he leaned onto the railing, "sure he does." he muttered under his breath, staring at the boy with envy. over the many letters draco had sent, the brunette realised why he might have hated harry so much is because he was jealous of him. he wanted the attention, the love, the admiration, and he could have gotten it all if he was, well, nice.

draco had enough of watching the interaction and grabbed julianna's hand, "c'mon, let's go to the other side. i'll lose more brain cells listening to that lockhart character going on about 'famous harry potter'." he complained, leading her to the other side of the second floor. julianna blushed at the gesture. when they reached the staircase, something caught draco's eye. he grabbed the book and flipped through it, before ripping the page out. "draco! you can't do that!" julianna scolded but he folded the paper with no response.

they spotted harry and julianna immediately knew what he was going to do when he raced down the staircase, leaving her behind. "i'll bet you loved that, didn't you, potter?" he accused, julianna chased after him. "draco-" "famous harry potter! can't even go into a bookshop without making the front page." draco stood in front of harry, sneering at him. ginny stepped forward, "leave him alone." draco laughed, "oh, look, potter. you've got yourself a girlfriend!" " i could say the same thing about you, malfoy." harry retorted, looking at julianna. both draco and julianna's faces turn pink. "harry!" julianna exclaimed, annoyed that he would bring her into this argument.

suddenly, a walking cane with a snake head attached landed on draco's shoulder. "now, now, draco, play nicely." a man with long, platinum blonde hair said, pushing draco to the side making him bump into julianna who moved next to him. "mr. potter. lucius malfoy. we meet at last." the man, lucius, who julianna knew as draco's dad, put his hand out for harry to shake. the moment he placed his hand in his, lucius pulled the boy towards him. "forgive me." he quietly but firmly spoke, using the snake head on his cane to brush aside harry's hair, revealing his lightning-shaped scar. "your scar is legend. as, of course, is the wizard who gave it to you." "voldemort killed my parents." harry stated, pulling away from the long-haired man. "he was nothing more than a murderer." he glared at lucius, "you must be very brave to mention his name, or very foolish." "fear of a name only increases fear of the thing itself." hermione spoke up out of nowhere, 'where the bloody hell did she come from?' julianna thought, looking at the girl standing next to her.

lucius turned his attention to hermione. "and you must be miss granger?" draco nodded when his dad looked at him for confirmation, "yes, draco has told me all about you, and your parents, muggles, aren't they?" he asked, hermione stared at him with a hard look on her face. lucius averted his gaze to julianna, "i know who you are, ms. candy. draco has been gushing about you nonstop this entire summer." he smirked and draco wanted to die, not able to look at anyone but the floor. julianna's eyes widened, "u-uh, yes, mr. malfoy." she quietly spoke, "your grandmother, madam circe candy, is quite a powerful woman in the ministry of magic." he said, creepily. "tell me, how is she doing these days?" "i'm doing fine these days, lucius." julianna dreaded the voice, knowing that it was her grandmother.

lucius turned around and smiled menacingly at circe. "madam circe, lovely to see you doing well, and alive." julianna had a bad feeling at the bottom of her stomach, "yes, the same goes for you, lucius." the older woman blankly said, "however, i would appreciate it if you didn't ask my granddaughter so many questions that you know the answer to." she gave the man a harsh look before gesturing julianna to come over to her, "have you gotten your books, child?" "uh, i- um-" "distracted, again? you're useless." everyone stared at the interaction, julianna desperately wanted to run away. lucius went back to belittling the weasleys as julianna and her grandmother walked away from them. "i will go pick up your books and then hand them to you. i would also like to add that you should keep your distance well away from the malfoys, especially their son." circe's words have julianna at a lost. "w-what? why?" she asked incredulously, circe raised an eyebrow at her granddaughter. "don't question things, child. i tell you what to do for your own good and safety. you do not want to hang around their lot, their family has a history involving dark magic." she warned her but let's be real, julianna wasn't going to listen to her. just because draco's family had a history of dark magic doesn't mean draco himself does dark magic. it's ridiculous!

julianna went back to the group while waiting for her grandmother. lucius and draco were leaving and as the boy left he looked at julianna. "i'll see you at school." he said, smiling slightly before leaving, not without giving a dirty look to the rest. julianna sighed at his attitude. "i'm sorry abo-" "don't." ron cut her off, "he's just absolutely uncontrollable." he said, shaking his head. circe came back immediately, dropping the books onto julianna's hands without warning, causing her to stumble backwards. "madam circe! lovely to see you again!" arthur greeted happily, this was the first time circe slightly smiled. "arthur." she greeted back before turning to julianna, "take care of the rest of your things yourself. stay safe at the weasley's and heed my words." she strictly told her, "okay, nan. bye, i'll-" without any word said, circe walked out of the shop, disapparating immediately. "why do i even bother." she muttered to herself, harry placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.

after that, they all got the rest of the things on their list before leaving back to the burrow. the rest of the weeks would be spent splendidly.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐋𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝

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Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.

Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion, there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as un-Dursleyish as it was possible to be.

The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had two small sons, too, but they had never even seen the boys. They were another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with children like that.

When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.

At half-past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. 'Little tyke,' chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.

It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar—a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen—then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat.

It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive—no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town, he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes—the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by.

They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt—these people were obviously collecting for something ... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on, and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.

Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead.

Most of them had never seen an owl, even at night-time. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the baker's opposite.

He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the bakers. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot was whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

"The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard–"

"–yes, their sons, Harry and Y/n–"

Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking ... no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name.

He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had sons called Harry and Y/n. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephews were called Harry and Y/n. He'd never even seen the boys. It might have been Harvey, (similar name). Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley. She always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her—if he'd had a sister like that ... but all the same, those people in cloaks ...

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon, and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.

"Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare: "Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating this happy, happy day!"

And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.

Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw—and it didn't improve his mood—was the tabby cat he'd spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

"Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly.

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior, Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.

Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door's problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word ('Shan't!'). Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

"And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported that the nation's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping patterns.' The newsreader allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?"

"Well, Ted,' said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early—it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight."

Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters ...

Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er—Petunia, dear—you haven't heard from your sister lately, have you?"

As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn't have a sister.

"No," she said sharply. "Why?"

"Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls ... shooting stars ... and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today ..."

"So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley.

"Well, I just thought ... maybe ... it was something to do with ... you know ... her lot."

Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter". He decided he didn't dare. Instead, he said, as casually as he could, "Their sons—they'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't they?"

"I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.

"What's their names again? Howard and (similar name), isn't it?"

"Harry and Y/n. Nasty, common names, if you ask me."

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree."

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something.

Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did ... if it got out that they were related to a pair of—well, he didn't think he could bear it.

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly, but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind ... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on. He yawned and turned over. It couldn't affect them ...

How very wrong he was.

Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd have thought he'd just popped out of the ground. The cat's tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.

Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak which swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome.

He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street.

For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known."

He had found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop.

He clicked it again—the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him.

If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement.

Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment, he spoke to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall."

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead, he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.

"My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly."

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here." Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no—even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news." She jerked her head back at the Dursleys' dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls ... shooting stars ... Well, they're not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent—I'll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense."

"You can't blame them," said Dumbledore gently. 'We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.'

"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that's no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors."

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn't, so she went on: "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared, at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"

"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?"

"A what?"

"A sherbet lemon. They're a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of."

"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn't think this was the moment for sherbet lemons. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone–"

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this,"You-Know-Who" non-sense—for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort." Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two sherbet lemons, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying,"You-Know-Who".' I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.'

"I know you haven't," said Professor McGonagall, sounding half-exasperated, half-admiring. "But you're different. Everyone knows you're the only one You-Know—oh, all right, Voldemort—was frightened of."

"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have."

"Only because you're too—well, noble to use them."

"It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs."

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said, "The owls are nothing to the rumors that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever 'everyone' was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer.

"What they're saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are—are—that they're—dead."

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

"Lily and James ... I can't believe it ... I didn't want to believe it ... Oh, Albus ..."

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know ... I know ..." he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. "That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potters' sons, Harry and Y/n. But—he couldn't. He couldn't kill those little boys. No one knows why, or how, but they're saying that when he couldn't kill Harry and Y/n Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke—and that's why he's gone."

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

"It's—it's true?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all, he's done ... all the people he's killed ... he couldn't kill two little boys? It's just astounding ... of all the things to stop him ... but how in the name of heaven did Harry and Y/n survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know."

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I've come to bring Harry and Y/n to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family they have left now."

"You don't mean—you can't mean the people who live here?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore—you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people who are less like us. And they've got this son—I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry and Y/n Potter come and live here!"

"It's the best place for them," said Dumbledore firmly. "They're aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to them when they're older. I've written them a letter."

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! They'll be famous—a legend—I wouldn't be surprised if today was known as Harry and Y/n Potter Day in the future; there will be books written about Harry and Y/n; every child in our world will know their name!"

"Exactly," said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before they can walk and talk! Famous for something they won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off they'll be, growing up away from all that until they're ready to take it?"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said, "Yes—yes, you're right, of course. But how are the boys getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry and Y/n underneath it.

"Hagrid's bringing them."

"You think it—wise—to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to—what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the surrounding silence. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky—and a huge motorbike fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorbike was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild—long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face. He had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms, he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorbike?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got them, sir."

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir—the house was almost destroyed, but I got them both out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. They fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol."

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundles of blankets. Inside, just visible, were two baby boys, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair and h/c hair over their foreheads, they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where–?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "They'll have that scar forever."

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee, which is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well—give them here, Hagrid—we'd better get this over with."

Dumbledore took Harry and Y/n in his arms and turned towards the Dursleys' house.

"Could I—could I say goodbye to them, sir?" asked Hagrid.

He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and Y/n and gave them what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall. "You'll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can't stand it—Lily an' James dead—an' poor little Harry and Y/n off ter live with Muggles―"

"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting

Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry and Y/n gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets and then came back to the other two. For a full minute, the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice. "I'd best get this bike away. G'night, Professor McGonagall—Professor Dumbledore, sir."

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorbike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar, it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner, he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry and Y/n," he murmured. He turned on his heel, and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky. The very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up, while his twin wrapped his chubby little arm around him. Holding him close. In the light, you could see the tear stains on Y/n's cheeks and his little fingers wrapped around Harry, almost afraid to let him go.

One small hand closed on the letter beside Harry and the boys slept on, not knowing they were special, not knowing they were famous, not knowing they would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that they would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by their cousin Dudley ... They couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry and Y/n Potter—the boy's who lived!"

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. 

~~~~

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)

Yandere Draco Malfoy x Reader Headcanons: Trapped

WARNINGS: Yandere, obsessive behaviour, toxic behaviour, unhealthy behaviour, threats, mature and language.

SUMMARY: You despised Draco Malfoy more than anyone, but the same couldn't be said about his feelings towards you. But how will he handle these feelings as they slowly grow darker as the years go by?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! So, i just want to remind you that these types of behaviour in real life are pretty bad both mentally and sometimes physically, and i don't encourage these behaviours to happen in real life. This is only a work of fiction but if you have experience this or are currently experiencing it, please reach out and contact those who are able to help you. Stay safe and enjoy reading! A bit of a short headcanon after a long time, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. :)

MASTERLIST: Feel free to check out my other works! :)

When Draco first met you in the first year of Hogwarts, he developed a crush on you and after watching you from a distance, his crush on you deepens. However, he made never made a move that could give you a sign of his romantic feelings for you. Instead, he became one of your worst bullies at Hogwarts. He often teased and insulted you, but never did anything physical.

His yandere side didn't show until both of your sixth year in Hogwarts. He turned into a completely different person, more cautious and anxious, though he does a good job at hiding the latter emotion. Draco became bitter but more reserved and he spent most of his time on his studies and other things rather than bullying the first and second years like he usually did in the previous years.

At first, Draco kept a distance from you. He always avoided you, even during class, though he managed to sneak a glance or two at you when no one was looking. Draco couldn't leave you entirely no matter how hard he tries. However, it changed when another one of your bullies, Vincent Crabbe, began to torment you by practicing curses on you and Draco was there to see it.

Draco saw red and in the middle of the practice, before Crabbe could comprehend it, he fell unconscious and began to bleed. When Crabbe fell unconscious, Draco was left to face his bleeding and bruised darling on the floor looking at him like he was a monster. Draco immediately casted a sleeping charm on you and darkness surrounded you.

When you woke up again, you were in a peculiar and dark room. It didn't look to be your dormitary or any other houses's dormitary. There was tea and soup prepared for you nearby where you were sleeping. And although your entire body still felt sore from the curses, you felt much better. Several of your cuts were covered in bandages and your bruises were treated with what seems to be ointments.

You tried to get up and look around the room but noticed that you were chained to the bed. The chains was only long enough for you to reach the tea and soup, but it didn't let you go any further. You tried to move the bed but you failed and suspected that a spell was casted to ensure that it wouldn't move.

A few hours after, you heard something open and saw a blonde figure emerge from the shadows of the dark room. Your attention was immediately onto your old bully and you demanded for him to let you go. But Draco refused to, saying it was for your own good and you're in danger.

Draco used a spell to fabricate a letter filled with your handwritings to give to the teachers and the headmaster for your temporary leave of absence from your classes to visit your dying grandmother. You weren't entirely sure how he had managed to pull it off, but the whole school bought it and no one was left wondering where you are.

You were pleading for him to let you go but he was adamant to keep you there— wherever you are anyways, because you don't even recognize your surroundings.

He insisted that he was keeping you safe, looking almost like a desperate mad man, which might be what he was. He became a death eater and knew the risks and consequences outside of Hogwarts and even inside too. He's more than certain that he's the only one who could protect you from it all.

He lets you be free from your cuffs every once in a while, but he was smart enough to not let you be without them for too long. His mind might be completely filled with thoughts that you needs his protection but he still understands the nature of living beings and the want for freedom. That's why, he's careful with the amount of time when you're with and without cuffs.

He's very protective of you no matter what your blood status is, but if you're a muggleborn? His paranoia is over the roof and he's always sure that someone is following him or watching him whenever you're around. It doesn't mean he'll stop visiting you though, it just means less time for you to be free of your cuffs.

You'll be staying in the room he has chosen for you for the remainder of his school years in order to be close to you and he won't be going back home during the holidays because he doesn't want to spend time away from you. He already has to be away from you because of his classes, why does he have to for the holidays too?

He won't be trusting anyone with you. That's also the reason why he's barely letting you out of his sight during his free time. Even eating breakfast, lunch and dinner with you.

Don't be mistaken though, even when you're locked up, he's making sure to take care of you well. He brings you everything that you ask him for and all your favourite foods and many expensive clothes and jewelleries. You look like a pretty little wife/husband for him and the prospect of you marrying Draco excites him.

You're the only thing he looks forward to all day. He knows he has changed during his sixth year and he is not like his old self but you bring side the happiness he didn't know he still have inside of him and he's willing to do everything and anything to make sure the little joy inside him is always there, even if it means locking you up for the rest of your life.

MY OWN MUDBLOOD

Updated masterlist🤍🤍

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

My own Mudblood CH6

This is my favourite part so far. A little hurt/comfort fluff and also smuttt ~ hope you love it

Every page you read was more intense than the last. You had figured witchcraft was not all potions and charms, but as you read the pages of the heavy book that Draco had lent you, you realised just how serious it could all be. Again your mind replayed the shake in his voice the day before as he stressed the unimportance of the spells you were practising - how they were no use, in the position he would have been in the year before you guessed. Behind his domineering and sarcastic tone you knew there was a scar likely made long before the war. Long before the dark lord recruited him. You didn’t have to read much on the Malfoys to know what kind of person, what kind of father Lucius would have been. No one seemed to want to bring his name up in the house, even the portraits on his library's wall were tight lipped about it even being his room when you had snuck in there. Narcissa seemed kind for a woman of her wealth and notoriety, and seemed to adore her son. When she wasn’t bragging about his accomplishments or looks, she was treating him as though he was the heir to a royal - which, you thought, he just about was in this world. He was her prize possession, her darling son. He can’t have become so damaged, so quick to to anger or righteous from his Mother’s love alone. You knew his father, and his place in Voldemort’s army must have left wounds you likely would never know completely. But you didn’t just want to know his wounds - you wanted to lick them clean. What Lucious must have put him through may be somewhat of a mystery to you, but the ache you felt in the way you never measured up to your fathers’ expectations, of never being what they wanted of you, you felt you shared with him. Though you hadn’t spilled even a single word to each other about it, you knew in that way, you were family.

As you read on, your eyes fell toward a spell you thought could be useful.

Stupefy - This spell will stun the target, and though this will not cause irreversible damage, it will temporarily render the target incapacitated.

You started to feel hopeful that in the large book of frankly terrifying spells, there were some you felt you were more comfortable in trying, and that Draco would hopefully not look down at you for bothering with. This was far beyond what you had expected your first week living with your father to be like. It was a worrying prospect that your first chance in practising this spell would be against Voldemort’s youngest hand days after learning your first spell, but you were determined not to let your anxiety ruin your first chance at a duel. You studied the chapter on the spell intently, taking mental notes and reading aloud to yourself.

You took note of a handful more spells after calculating their effectiveness and how much they would injure Draco. You had no doubt that he would have the ability to heal himself of most wounds inflicted by a beginner witch, but you didn’t want to overstep and cause the type of damage that Narcissa would curse you for causing her beloved heir. Besides, his seemingly untouched face, though forever donning a wrinkle between his furrowed brow, was far too angular and pretty to want to scar. You recalled wanting to hurt him the first days in the Manor, and he still managed to bring that anger out in you, but it would be a shame to ever have to carry out.

You had gotten into one fight in your life. Nothing compared to the fights that your stepbrother had fought, but you still remembered the crack of your fist to the face of a boy in your grade. The combined horror of what you had done and the pride you had felt in finally finding your backbone wasn’t lost to you all these years later. You hadn’t felt that anger bubble up at anyone but your father until you moved to the Manor. His continued ignorance to anything you did or felt under the same roof as your arrogant step-brother felt all too much. That was until he had spoken for you that night at dinner. Suddenly one of your battles fought the other. He hadn’t given you the time to think on it before his soothing touch became a teasing one, but now that you were alone, a strange feeling rose in your chest at the memory. Did he care about you, or was it a chance for him to exercise his dominance over an intruder in his home? It wasn’t something you could exactly ask him. He would either laugh in your face or ignore you all together - but overthinking it, mulling it over mentally until you sent yourself mad was not out of the question. He had such a way of stoking one fire and snuffing out another. He burned a flame in your stomach, and poured ice cold relief over the one in your mind. Whether it was for you or for his own sense of accomplishment and superiority you weren’t sure. You decided you’d take it either way. Without your friends or school to distract you anymore, the hollow pit in your chest would only grow if you didn’t take advantage of the comfort and company he provided, even if it wasn’t his intention.

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A couple hours had crept by reading into spells and charms when you were interrupted by murmuring and giggles in the hall outside your room. You turned to see your Father and Narcissa embracing and you cringed at their closeness.

“Your father and I are visiting Italy for the weekend, love,” She said with a smile stretched across her face.

“But, you didn’t - what am I supposed to -” you started but she cut you off before you could argue.

“Don’t worry dear, Draco will take good care of you and the house elf will keep you fed.” Your face reddened and you felt left out once again. Of course Draco already knew before you were told anything. “Draco will take good care of you” you snickered mentally. He did that just fine last night. You had all but collapsed on him after he had done just that. You felt a flutter in your lower stomach at the memory.

They held a trunk each, dressed like they were going to meet the royal family. You figured it had something to do with their wedding planning, which you had intentionally avoided thinking about. You looked at your father, who was already staring back with a raised brow.

“You behave yourself, and be nice to Draco. Remember this is his house, you are just lucky enough to share it,” He warned and you scoffed in response. Share it? You were dragged here, you thought.

You said your brief and rudely last minute goodbyes and they left through floo in a whoosh.

You bit down the all too familiar feeling of emptiness and longing, your father leaving without an “I love you” for the umpteenth time. With eyes welling against your will, you made your way to the room beside yours, book and wand in hand. You knocked quietly, hoping he was up to the duel he had told you about. At least an extremely unqualified try and spells behind your expertise may distract from the hole in your heart your father has pried open once again. Wiping your eyes and taking a deep breath, you buried the feeling deep down as you had done time and time over.

You heard a groan and some rustling in the room before he opened it. You almost dropped your belongings as the tall boy before you stood only in boxers, hanging loosely below his hip bones. You couldn’t help your gaze trace down from his face to his chiselled chest and abdomen. The scars that peppered his skin added a layer of ruggedness to him that you still hadn’t gotten used to. As you looked up to finally meet his gaze, he smirked at you. Though you had shared more intimate moments with him in the last week than you had with anyone ever before, you still felt shy around him and cursed yourself for being caught staring.

“Are you quite done ogling?” He teased.

“I wasn’t ogling, you prat! I was just..” you trailed off, not convincing anyone, even yourself.

He huffed out a quiet laugh, looking down at you. He noticed the book and wand in your hand and looked back to your face with a raised brow.

“Finished studying already?” He asked, taking the book from you. You knew there was far more to read of it but you were at least half sure you had read as much as you needed for today.

“Uh yeah. I think so.”

“You think so? Does “thinking so” protect you if you’re attacked hmm?” He pressed and you knew fighting it wouldn’t be worth the mood it would put him in.

“No Draco, I don’t. But this is my first dueling practice and you’re gonna go easy on me aren’t you?” You asked with a devilish innocent, but deep down you did hope he would.

“You need to learn to protect yourself. What did you study?”

“It’s a surprise. But no hexes or curses. I don’t want to hurt you,” you said genuinely. His laugh bellowed through the room and you felt yourself shrink to half your size.

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried. You’re cute though,” he said as he turned to walk back into his room. You followed him in as he placed the book back with the rest. You looked around the room, taking it all in. His bed was large like yours, but with black silk covers, with deep green trim along the edges. The bed head was large and engraved with a snake, with snakes also wrapping around the posts at the foot of the bed. There were trophies lining a shelf on the wall and you walked up to inspect it. He had won them for something called Quidditch, and you wondered what it was. Whatever it was, you assumed he was good at that too, but saved yourself the speech and didn’t ask.

He had long velvet curtains over the Windows that overlooked the hedge maze and lavish gardens in the courtyard outside. Though you had the same view from your room, you had hidden away and wallowed for days and never took it all in, or bothered to explore outside the manor. The property was unnecessarily big, and it would have been worth taking a walk outside rather than sulk in your room, you decided. His room alone was immensely extravagant. He had a walk in closet the size of your room back home, lined with black suit after black suit after yet another. He had a library of books lining the book case against the wall, and what seemed to be potion vials and a cauldron on his otherwise neat desk.

“We’ll be duelling outside. You’ll need something warm,”

You had packed your own jumpers but you accepted his silent offer. He gave you the jumper thrown in his bed, and shrugged on another from the closet himself. You pulled it over your head and his expensive scent engulfed you. You hid the smile you felt, as the jumper fell almost to your knees. You’d never had a boyfriend to give you their jumpers like your friends had, and though this was far from a boyfriend situation, something in you felt you had finally experienced what you’d always watched other girls have.

The courtyard outside was massive, with large hedges around the perimeter, and a paved walkway to a comically large yard. Even the grass felt expensive as you followed Draco out to the middle. Every step you took sent your heart rate up higher. When Draco turned to face you, he sensed your nerves.

“Nervous Mudblood?” He teased, but his face was pulled into a worried frown. Though you could feel your heart drumming in your ears, you gave him a confident smile, shaking your head. He saw right through you and rustled your hair in his hand.

“You’ll be right. You won’t beat me, but you’ll be right.”

He lifted his wand to face hight before dropping it back down and taking several steps back. You had no idea what you were doing and that was becoming increasingly apparent, but you did the same. As he pointed his wand at you, you ignored the sweaty palms holding your wand and mirrored his actions.

He started to count down from three,

“Three.” You could feel your chest tighten around your thrumming heart.

“Two,” his words sounded so far away compared to your own heart beat loud in your ear.

“One,” you pushed all the symptoms of an impending anxiety attack away and tried to remember the spells you had studied.

He threw his first spell at you before you could even open your mouth. You weren’t sure if he even said it out loud. The wind was knocked out of your lungs and you were sent flying through the air, tumbling around before you landed on your back on the soft grass. You coughed and groaned, rubbing your back. As he stepped closer to make sure you were alright, you leaped back to your feet. You weren’t going to let him beat you, at least not without at least trying. You pointed your wand back at him, and said the first spell you could remember from the book.

“Obscuro!” You yelled, temporarily blinding him. Before he knew what had hit him, you yelled another with as much confidence as you could muster,

“Expelliarmus.” Light shot out of your wand toward him and he flew back, dropping his wand in the process. Nothing could have prepared you for the comfidence, the pride and long awaited reassurance that bubbled up in your chest. Nothing in your life had ever made you feel like you were living up to your potential, like you were on the right path. You almost felt bad for Draco, being disarmed so early on, by you of all people, but it didn’t outway the smug pride that you felt, knowing you were capable of it. He had already reversed the blind fold you had magically put on him and he had started to sit up when you got to him. You held your hand out to help him up, but he grabbed it and pulled you down to him.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he said surprised and you blushed without a word. “And here I thought you’d try to use those blasted levitation spells on me,” he teased and you couldn’t help but laugh. He pulled you you closer and you straddled him, holding yourself up with a hand either side of him. Looking down at his face, you noticed a small cut on his tall cheekbone. You winced at the thought that you had hurt him, even in a duel. He wiped his finger over it and wiped the small spot of blood on his crisp white shirt like it cost nothing.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I was trying to only use spells that wouldn’t hurt. I was just tryi-“

He cut you off by pecking your lips. You weren’t expecting the sudden contact but he gripped the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You melted into him like you had craved him for a lifetime. He pulled you closer until your body went from hovering over him, to softly grinding against him. You moaned against his lips as you felt him harden against his pants. Suddenly, you remembered how public this was happening, how large the courtyard was. You had felt hidden the times before, as he’d kissed you against the wall of your bedroom, even his hand under the table at dinner. But here, he was kissing you like he owned you in the open of his back yard. You pulled away and tried to open your mouth to stop but he pulled you back down to him, kissing you passionately again. His tongue slipped between your lips and licked softly at your own. His hands roamed over your back before they settled at your hips. He pressed his fingers into them hard enough to bruise, and you whimpered into his mouth. He flipped you over so you were trapped under his body before pressing his leg between your thighs, causing you to let out another moan at the pressure. Though you knew that no one but the house elf was home, as he started to unbutton your shorts, you tried to stop him. He stared down into you with lust filled eyes and kept going. He dragged them down your soft legs before unbuckling his belt. He continued to kiss you, more roughly this time, before peppering sloppy kisses along your jawline and down your neck. The wet kisses and cool air felt like heaven on your skin.

You heard him undo the zip on his pants and the sound of him shoving them down with his boxers. Before you could even look down, you felt his hard cock rub the length of you, wiping your own slick over him.

“You’re always so wet for me aren’t you? Can’t help yourself,” he said with a smirk. He tapped it against your clit and you whimpered at the pleasure that rippled through you from your sensitive bud.

You had never gone this far with anyone, and never in your life did you imagine your first time would be outside, far less with your step brother you had only just met a week ago. The excitement and blind lust you felt fought with the reality of the situation. If you stopped him, or if you didn’t, you were fucked either way. You looked up into his intense grey eyes that were darkening by the minute.

“Draco. This is so wrong .. we can’t.. I’ve never even…”

“Tell me to stop then. Say the word and I’ll stop,” he breathed in your ear. He kept his impossibly large cock in his hand, still rubbing it against your clit. You knew you should tell him to stop, but you couldn’t. You were too far gone and you knew he was too. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his back, pulling him closer and spreading your legs for him. He pushed in half way slowly, and you felt yourself stretch around him, sending a new kind of pleasure through you. Though the pain wasn’t unbearable, it was apparent and you bit down on your lip. You had used your fingers before but this was new. He noticed you wince and kissed your forehead.

“Shhh I’ll go easy on you, I know this is new for you,” he reassured with a voice softer than he had ever shown you before. He pulled out almost completely and pushed further into you the second time, bottoming out. He let out a pleasured groan against your neck and looked into your eyes. Yours almost rolled to the back of your head as you felt him push in and out. “Fuck Draco my god sso good” you moaned out.

“That’s right. You need me don’t you?” You nodded, unable to form a sentence if you tried. “You need me to teach you. You need me to own you.” His low gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine as he started to pump in and out of you. He felt so good that you couldn’t help the unholy sounds coming from you already. Aware that you were outside and not in a muffled room, you bit down on his shoulder as he fucked you. Even he couldn’t contain the moans and pants that escaped his lips as he pulled out til only the tip breached you before crashing back down into you.

“Tell me,” pants, “tell me what you are. Tell me who you belong to,” he groaned as your nails scraped down his back. He held your face with one hand and rubbed circles over your clit with the other. You felt the pressure built in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were close.

“I’m yours Draco. Your filthy little mudblood,” you almost screamed. You couldn’t believe the words tumbling from your mouth but you didn’t care either. Something so wrong had never felt so right. His thrust became more erratic and his pants harder.

“Mmm that’s right baby. You’re mine. My own mudblood,” he whispered in your ear. His. His own mudblood. The word sent shivers down your spine and this time, the word wasn’t an insult. It was a prayer from his perfect pink lips. You felt him throb and twitch inside you, sending you over the edge. Your back arched off the grass and you tightened hard around his cock, as the biggest orgasm you had ever had ripped through you like a tsunami. The feeling of you tightening and twitching around him was too much for him. He let out a guttural, heavy moan against your neck and filled you with hot cum, coating your walls with him. He pushed two more sloppy thrusts before collapsing beside you. You both lay panting and shaking as your peak plateaued beside either other. He pulled you closer and you lay your head on his heaving, sweaty chest. He played with your hair as you both tried to catch your breath.

“All mine” he whispered against your hair and you felt yourself warm from the inside. You had given yourself to someone for the first time and no amount of reasoning could have stopped you, and you were glad. The sun shone down and warmed your skin, as you lay listening to Draco’s heart beat in his chest. He rested his arm around you and you held his hand up in yours. You saw the dark mark that contrasted so high against his milky white skin and gave it a kiss. You almost felt the vibration of the magic left in it against your lips. Draco started to jerk his arm away but when you held it tighter, he gave in and allowed you to give him more light kisses to the mark. You knew any words about it would be too much, so you thought of yourself comforting him - Being the person he needed when he got it, and now, hoping he would hear you. He hugged you tighter against his chest as you thought of it and that was enough to know he heard. He knew.

MY OWN MUDBLOOD 8

Whoever made the request for the sharing with a slytherin thing, thank you and you’re welcome-

-Also Lorenzo, fuck me up I’m begging you sir!! Literally started watching baby solely bc of him.-

{Draco / reader / Theo Nott } This is pure smut

You slept in most of the day, nestled into the warm duvet and copious amounts of pillows on your large bed. Without your father or Narcissa home, you didn’t feel the pressure to be awake with the sun, nor to be dressed and presentable. Instead, once your eyes had set, you lounged around in your silk nighty and read your favourite muggle book you snuck into the manor. You tried to focus on the words but each sentence you read melted away in your mind, replaced with memories of the day before. Draco’s husky voice ghosting against your ear as he stretched you out for the first time. You shuddered and tingled as your body remembered the feeling. You had imagined, over the years, the different ways you might give yourself to a man when the time was right. None of them ever seemed realistic, and the mystery man was always a faceless placeholder in your mind, but none of the fantasies could have ever prepared you for the wanton need and lust Draco had coaxed out of you. It was so wrong, even now, after the deed was done, you couldn’t believe what you had done. Though you tried to deny the hard fact that you lusted after him since he first appeared in the fireplace, now, there was nothing you could say to deny yourself the fact that your Step-brother, your big brother by soon-to-be-marriage, had you around his finger. Though the thought excited you, it scared and confused you all the same, and all that added emotion on top of the aching feeling growing between your thighs all but drove you insane. You squeezed your thighs together in a bid to feel some relief, while not caving to the primal desire that grew to touch yourself to the thought of Draco taking you yet again. You ran your hands along the soft silk of your nightie, and over the swell of your breasts, softly pinching at your already hardening nipples as you squeezed your legs together, a mix of a squeak and a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. The sound of yourself only turned you on more, reminded of the way your step-brother had torn gasps and moans from you easily. Against your deepest desires, you unclenched your thighs, knowing you would not win the fight against your own urges if you didn’t stop yourself then and there.

Instead of giving in to the ever growing desperation you felt, you opened your large closet, looking for something to change into. By this point, the sun was high in the sky and beating down through your window. Though it was nowhere near sweltering hot, it was finally warm enough to wear a nice summer dress. The one you picked out wasn’t anything as nice as your stepmother wore around the house, or nearly as modest, but you decided it was the right pick for the day. You pulled the soft white dress over your head and down your body. The fabric fell at your upper thighs and just barely covered the creases where your ass met your legs - you didn’t remember it being so short. The lace trim tickled your upper thighs and the neckline plunged lower than you last remembered as well, showing more of your cleavage than you thought would be appropriate had your father and Narcissa been home.

As you left your room to go nowhere in particular, you heard music coming from Draco’s room. You remembered his offer to have a drink with him, and though you had turned him down yesterday, you decided you may as well indulge yourself and try some. You had turned down other invitations in London to go to drink with friends, and figured you might finally allow yourself to let your hair down. Knocking on his door, you nervously bit your lip, fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you waited for him to answer. Before you could change your mind and turn around, the door swung open and a tall brunette with heavy eyes opened the door. You both looked at each other in shock, waiting for the other to speak first. Finally, the corner of his lip curled up into a wicked smirk and his brows raised. His arm held the door frame and he leaned against it, blocking the doorway with his body.

“I’m..”

“You’re Draco’s little sister” he cut you off, looking all too surprised and amused to meet you.

“Step,” you corrected. You blushed a deep red, wondering what exactly he had been told about you. Looking up at him through your lashes, you took him in, noticing how good looking he was. He was tall like Draco, but his hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, unlike your step-brother’s neat platinum hair. You took a step closer in anticipation for him to move out of your way but he didn’t budge. You could smell the familiar scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke on him, and oddly, you liked it. That, or you were still worked up from your previous thoughts.

“Move, Draco said I could drink with him,” you said firmly and his smirk turned into a grin.

“Is that so?” His brow raised but his eyes stayed heavy, almost half closed. You were a breath away from each other, his neatly ironed clothes almost touching your dress. You pushed past him, and looked around the room for Draco but he wasn’t there. Against your better judgement, you walked up to table where the bottle of fire whisky stood and picked it up. The boy followed you and you felt his chocolate eyes on you. Popping off the lid, you smelt the harsh scent that wafted up your nose. You heard his footsteps stalk closer to you and you looked up, meeting his dark eyes boring straight through yours. You held your gaze a moment longer than you may have meant to, and as he opened his mouth, his deep voice went straight to your core.

“Your brother is not going to like you drinking his expensive stuff without him here.” He was right, and you had half a mind to put it down and wait, but you were frozen in place. His friend towered over you, eying you from head to toe and though you felt vulnerable, you liked it. You had tried to avoid admitting to yourself how attractive he was, but as he leaned in close to reprimand you, you felt your thighs involuntarily clench together again.

Defiantly, you lifted the bottle to your lips, but before you could pour any into your mouth, the door flew open. You turned to look at Draco, but his friend didn’t move an inch.

“And what do you think you’re doing with my drink,” he asked but it wasn’t a question. It was a warning.

“This little thing thinks she can come in here and take your whiskey,” the boy spoke as if you weren’t right there. Draco’s jaw clenched as he took you in, looking down at your bare thighs. His face hardened and his nose flared ever so slightly before he walked up to you, pushing his friend back before closing the space between you. He took a deep breath, seemingly steadying his thoughts before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. With his other hand, he took the bottle from you and passed it back to his friend without looking at him.

“What did I tell you about short skirts hmm?” He took another deep breath in and out through his nose. This isn’t about the drink, you realised at how words. “You were such a good girl for me yesterday and now look at you - parading around in front of my friend half naked,” he growled, inches from your face. His breath fanned your face and you smelt the same whiskey you tried to drink yourself.

“Draco I,” you stopped as fast as you started to defend yourself. Though he was fuming, you couldn’t help the feeling of heat pooling between your legs. You hadn’t expected Draco to be this possessive of you, but you weren’t surprised either. You were torn between the irritation that he thought he owned you, and the excitement that he could. “You think I can’t hear you, mudblood? You think Theo can’t hear your mind ticking away if he wanted to as well?” He growled against your ear and an instant flush covered your face. Draco’s unfortunate talent had completely slipped your mind, let alone the knowledge that others may share the same.

Before you could begin to explain yourself, if that was even possible, Draco squeezed your face by your cheeks.

“Dirty, dirty girl. I give you a taste and now you want it from Theo too huh? Is that it?”

You heard Theo snigger but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Though Draco’s eyes looked amused, and filled with lust, his voice was gravelly and stern.

“I..I just thought it was pretty Draco. And, and I wasn’t thinking about your friend I swear” you blabbered like a child scolded. His hand slid down under your jaw and tightened slightly. If Theo didn’t know you were more than just step-siblings before, he must now, you thought.

With one hand wrapped around your throat, his other travelled down your chest and stomach, and back up your thigh, until it stopped between them.

Your breath hitched but before he touched you enough to relieve any tension you had there, he took his hand away.

He stepped back, letting go of you and sitting down on the edge of his bed before looking at Theo.

“What should we do with this little tease?” He asked with a devilish grin.

You looked at Theo who was approaching you with cruel amusement spreading across his face. Before you could protest, he picked you up with ease, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down what the fuck!” You squealed, thumping his back with your fists but he just laughed. Panic and excitement filled you right to your core. He walked you over to the bed and placed you over Draco’s knee, tummy down.

Theo stood beside you and unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops of his expensive looking black pants. Before you could question why, Draco grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back. He held them tightly in place as Theo tied the belt around your wrists.

“Can’t have you hitting us while you take your punishment,” Theo taunted as Draco’s hand lightly traced up the back of your thigh. Your breath quickened and you started to wriggle around helplessly. You felt Draco harden against your stomach from your movement, so you moved again before he spoke.

“What do you think Theo, should we give her 5 spankings?”

“I think she deserves a few more than that. Little mudblood needs to learn her lesson,” Theo said, running his hand through your hair. You shivered at the contact.

“Count them for us. Out loud,” Draco ordered, lifting the back of your dress up exposing your ass. Without warning, his large hand came down, spanking your ass hard. You yelped and both men laughed. The warm pain spread across your ass cheek and you moaned as it slowly dissipated into pleasure. Before you could enjoy the sensation too much, Theo’s hand left your hair and gave you a light smack to your cheek.

“What did he tell you? Count them out,”

“One,” you moaned out before you were hit with another blow.

“Two,” *smack* “three” *smack* “four,” you choked out as each spank got harder. Draco’s hand rubbed your ass, melting the pain away before it traced down between your thighs, running his finger over your aching cunt.

“Fucking soaked already, filthy girl. Do you like it when your step-brother spanks you?” Draco teased and you lifted your ass up against his hand, desperate for him to keep touching you, but he pulled his hand away the moment you did. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Uh uh uh, not nice being teased, is it mudblood? Should have thought about that before you got dressed today,” he taunted.

“Please,” you begged neither of them in particular.

“Please what? Please will your step-brother touch you?” Theo mocked before he landed his hand hard on your ass.

“Five,” you sobbed softly, the pain spreading over your ass and the aching need between your legs taking over. They took turns spanking your ass, leaving handprints on each cheek until you reached ten.

“What do you say mudblood,” Draco asked you, lifting your head up by your hair to look at him.

“I, I’m sorry Draco I wasn’t thinking. I just thought my dress looked pretty,” you said with a shaky voice, hoping it was the right answer.

“It is pretty. Too pretty,” he said, rubbing your ass cheek. “I’m sure Theo thinks so too,” he smirked, looking at his friend. “Look at him,” Draco demanded, pulling your hair for you to crane your neck up. Theo still looked amused and cruel, like he was watching his prey. Draco held your head up, while his other hand slid back down your ass, pulling your panties to the side. He slid a finger between your soaking lips before rubbing light circles over your clit. Finally, you felt some relief you desperately craved and your mouth fell open as you looked up at his friend. Theo’s pants were visibly tight and tenting at his crotch as he watched Draco play with you. Draco pushed a long finger in you with ease, pumping in and out before adding another. The pleasure he sent through you each time he curled his fingers, and his friend now palming himself through his pants as he watched you brought you close to climax quickly. You started to pant and moan as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, but before you reached the intense orgasm approaching, Draco pulled his fingers out of you.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimpered desperately but Draco and Theo just laughed at you.

“You’re a little tease, mudblood. First you come in here teasing me behind Draco’s back and now you want a reward?” Theo shook his head, leaning down to your level.

“I didn’t mean t-“

“Uh uh. I know you wanted us both, slut. You wanted us to share, didn’t you?” You could hear the smirk in Draco’s voice as he whispered in your ear. The implication sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you watched Theo’s eyes darken above you. Your desperation and unresolved ache you felt outweighed the embarrassment you would otherwise feel and you nodded, looking up at Theo.

“Please Draco. Theo mmm” you were cut off as Draco smacked your sore ass one more time before picking you up. He repositioned your so you were between them, ass up toward him, and facing Theo. You heard Draco undo his belt buckle and unzip behind you while you watched Theo unzip his pants in front of you. As he pulled his pants and briefs down, his already rock hard dock sprang free, almost hitting you in the face. It was bigger than you expected and you looked up at him, blinking in surprise. Draco leaned over, pushing his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself on them. You sucked his fingers, licking them clean as you looked at Theo, before he opened your mouth with them. You stuck your tongue out, not breaking eye contact with his friend. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and tapped it on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around the tip, tasting the precum that glistened on it before he pushed it into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around it and you ran your tongue down the shaft as he pushed deeper into your mouth. He held your hair looking down at you with pure lust and an open mouth, soft groans escaping him as you sucked. You felt Draco rub the tip of his cock up and down your wet slit and over your clit before pushing deep into you in the first thrust. You moaned around Theo, and the rippling vibrations your moan sent through it turned a switch on in him. He gripped your hair and rammed into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as Draco did the same to you from behind. They filled your mouth and your pussy to the brim, making your eyes roll back as you took them. You choked, saliva pooling down the sides of your mouth as you sucked harder. Sounds of body’s crashing and all three of your moans’ filled the room. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as Draco thrust into you. In this position with your back arched, he hit a spot he hadn’t before.

“Fuck, fuck you’re a good little whore for us, mudblood,” Draco moaned as he fucked into you animalistically. You were in too much pleasure to form words even if you didn’t have a mouth full of his friend.

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you? Good girl for your step brother and me” Theo said, looking into your eyes as he spoke before his head fell back with a moan. Draco wrapped his hand around your throat from behind, fucking you hard and fast as Theo fucked your face. His other hand snaked around under you, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he pounded into you. You moaned uncontrollably, muffled by Theo’s cock, feeling your climax built up again. You whimpered and moaned as you felt like your body was about to give in. You bucked your hips back against Draco frantic and desperate before the chord finally snapped, sending shockwaves through your body. The sounds that fell from your mouth, you had never heard from yourself as the orgasm rocked through you.

“That’s it, cum for us, mudblood,” you heard and it sounded so far away as your head spun. You squeezed and spasmed around Draco, sending him plummeting over the edge as well. You felt him fill you, coating your walls with his hot load right before Theo's did the same to your throat. They both pumped into you a few more times, moaning and riding out their high as you did the same. Your arms and legs shook under you, trying to hold yourself up but the moment they pulled out of you, you collapsed on the bed.

“Fuck,” Theo’s voice was shaky as he caught his breath. “You’ve got a good little mudblood, Draco,” Theo ran his hands through your hair. Your step-brother pulled you between his legs, laying you down with your back against his heaving chest.

“And she’s all mine. Aren’t you?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you. It wasn’t a question but you nodded.

“Yes Draco. All yours. And Theo’s today.” Draco smiled against your hair at your shy response. You felt yourself blush at the thought that you had just been shared by two men, and hid your face in his chest. Theo laid down at the end of the bed, rubbing your still shaking thighs to calm them. You were overwhelmed and exhausted as both of their hands roamed over your sensitive body, but you didn’t try to stop them.

“Can I have that drink now Draco? I think I earned it,” you laughed and he nodded, signalling Theo to fetch it.

“You definitely earned it, pet,” he laughed. He held your head back against his chest as Theo poured some in your mouth. It was harsh straight, but smoother than expected and you swallowed it down.

“Your first good drink and first theeesome in one day. Aren’t you a lucky girl,” Draco teased.

“You’re a lucky man, Malfoy,” Theo tapped his shoulder before turning to you.

“Draco told me he’s teaching you to duel. Thinks he’s going to get you into Hogwarts too.”

“He told you that? Are you going back too?” You asked as he took a swig himself.

“He doesn’t tell me much. Doesn’t tell anyone much,” he laughed, “but he did tell me that. And whatever you two have going on, it’ll be our little secret,” he smirked at the both of you. You hadn’t thought that far ahead, but you realised all too quickly what he alluded to. It was becoming increasingly clear to you that Draco wouldn’t share you with anyone, bar Theo - and going to Hogwarts meant keeping what you had with him a secret. Even keeping it hidden in the house would be a challenge, but you weren’t willing to let that get in the way of what was budding with him.

Few more moments

Drarry prompt - no warning | war au

Harry rushed through the objects desperately trying to find the last hocrux he had returned to Hogwarts looking for , home was what he used to call it once , now it was not more than mere abolished liberty. He had almost found the hocrux when suddenly he heard the familiar voice

" that's not yours "

Harry turned about to see Draco holding a wand against him

" well losers loss Malfoy , who's are you holding ?" Harry said grimly as he lopsidedly tried finding the hocrux

" my mother's . It doesn't quite understand me " Draco replied lowering his wand . There was something about the way draco seemed that didn't quite fit well, something that was entirely different about him and harry couldn't stop himself from asking

" why didn't you tell her that night ? Bellatrix .. You knew it was me , why didn't you tell her ? You're not even with voldemort right now , I'm sure he'll be waiting for you ? "

Draco wanted to say so many things but he didn't. He had spent years bidding about wanting to see harry losing one day but now when the possibility was so close, Draco was afraid. It was almost as if Draco didn't wanted harry to lose anymore , if anything Draco only came to Hogwarts because he wanted harry to win . He was tired of putting up a Slytherin facade , The pureblood mania , he was tired of pretending that he didn't care even if a little bit.

Draco finally lowered his wand " go "

" what ?" Harry was surprised by what draco had just said

" I'm saying go , runaway "

" you're not actually suggesting that are you ?" Harry replied astounded

" I am "

" if you want to live potter , just go " draco added

" you want me to live ? wait this isn't some sort of vicious plan to keep my distracted until he comes and get me " harry grimly asked

" Potter That man out there is more brutal than anyone I've ever seen , he would torture you , exhaust you , make you suffer so much , just go while you can. Don't fight him " Draco desperately said .

" isn't it too late for that malfoy , haven't I already been tortured , suffered enough already , hell I don't even know the last time I didn't feel exhausted . I can't walk away from this war , these people out there , their lives depend on me. If I don't fight today Malfoy I would never again and he is not going to stop until I stop him , so you can save your advice because no matter what I am going out there to face him . Why do you even care though ? Thought you always wanted me dead ?" Harry bashed

" dead , me wanting you dead ? You daft dimbo you're the reason I am here today ! If there's someone who wants to be dead it's me , when he knows I want you to runaway he'll probably kill me anyways . I'm doing you a favour here harry , run "

" and leave this all behind , are you insane ! Its a war malfoy , he isn't going to stop . Thought you knew better . You lived with that man in your mansion "

" exactly I lived with that man . He's capable of anything . You don't even know if you'll walk out of the war fine or not . Hell you might even die-"

" but I don't care if i die now , don't you understand I have to do this or all of this would've been a waste. Malfoy if you're seriously trying to keep me busy do me a favour one last time and don't do anything to get me murdered before time-"

" you are oblivious " draco suddenly said , his wand no longer pointed at harry but firm in his grip

" what'd you mean I'm oblivious ?"

" I'm trying to help you here and you are so destined to see that I want you dead " a flicker of hurt shot through Draco , if this was how harry saw him , the world would too .

Harry was stunned but he wanted to believe Draco , he wanted to. He had indeed saved Harry's life even if it were once , he did . What harry and draco had was some stupid rivalry among school boys but harry never actually hated Draco , not after what he had done to him an year ago but before harry could've said anything Crabbe had set the room on fire and draco and harry separated with so many unspoken words. It suddenly dawned upon harry that Draco was nothing more than what he is , responsibilities bored upon him that he didn't like , tortured the same way harry had been , inflicted with choices he couldn't choose from . In that moment harry just wanted to see Draco once again and tell him thing's draco deserved to hear . But it was in a thin air when harry circled the room on the broom , Ron yelling at him but harry was determined to save Draco , if anything harry owed him .

When harry finally saw Draco standing upon the pile he was looking down at the fire not mere inches from the edge , so close that draco could've even jumped but he didn't. Right then harry had helped Draco to come with him , he owed him harry told himself but there were greater reason harry wasn't ready to confer yet.

They flew across the room and zoomed out right before the door slammed shut leaving harry and draco gasping for air as they rolled over the ground.

" you alright ?" Harry asked as soon as he got back his breath . Draco looked at him for a moment before nodding . They stayed in a minute of silence before Harry spoke up because he knew if not now then he would never say these words

" listen mafoy " Harry said " I - I just want you to know you're not a bad guy . I know you think you are but you're not , if you were you wouldn't had saved me that night in the manor and even if you think you are the bad guy then I am just as bad as you are. Just thought you should know , also thank you "

" i- I don't- thanks potter " Draco mumbled, that was all he could say . Harry nodded at him deciding to get up and go but Draco stopped him, one last time.

" Harry , make it out alive could you ? You are probably the only reason I am here today , it's not just other people's lives that relies on you . That night in the manor I could've sworn you were there without even looking at you , I just , I couldn't have seen you die before me . It would've been too much . And I never really hated you , all my life it was just my guts because maybe I wanted to be like you but now that I see you right now I know you're one of a kind potter . Hell after all this time I wish we could renew things or maybe just go back and start over or I don't know maybe re-establish. I mean if you come back maybe we could -"

" Draco "

" start over agai-"

" Draco listen " Draco finally looked up to see Harry contently looking at Draco not mere inches away from him .

" I can't promise anything. I can die out there ,if not by him , probably something else might kill me " Harry smiled

" can you at least try ?" Draco said in utter desperation. It took everything in Harry to not hug him right but Harry knew it would be a weak call . He had so much on his plate and hugging Draco right now would just make things unbelievably hard

" I will try " Harry replied in a low mumble holding Draco's hands in his but he had lost every bit of shred in him and the thought of losing Harry had caused a chaos that only tore Draco up and before he could think twice he hugged Harry tighter than he wanted to .

Separating from the hug was the hardest things Draco possibly could've done right now , he didn't wanted to let go but the war wasn't going to stop. Just a few moments. Draco thought , he only needed a few moments with Harry.

" maybe if I do come back , we could start over again and maybe could be more than just friends " Harry whispered as he pressed their forehead together. He needed to go but a much larger part of him wasn't ready to leave him . Just a few more moments Harry thought .

" you would want that ?" Draco anxiously asked .

" yes I would -" but before Harry could anything else a spell was thrown on the wall behind Harry .

Draco's life as if flashed before him he placed a chaste kiss on Harry's lips . Harry grinned cherishing the fact that he was kissed by Draco malfoy , he kissed him back again enjoying a few moment of vulnerability .

" I must go now-" Harry said desperately not letting go yet.

" I'll wait for you " Draco said cupping Harry's cheeks and kissing him again . In that moment Harry thought , everything about his life was forever changed and he was proud to say he didn't regret it .

I will try to keep this daily prompt challenge as regular as possible. To be honest I'm insecure about it but here's to improvement. Requests are open . And enjoy.

Day 2 - running fingers through hair

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4. The missing piece

| Prompt used- Caressing others hands | [ Fluff comfort ]

" you have to move on Harry, it's not just unhealthy but wrong to yourself. All you do is sulk around here and it's simply worrisome to everyone " Hermione expressed. Harry admired her effort to come here and try to talk to harry but it simply now felt like a wasted time. It had been almost 7 months since Harry and Draco broke up and harry have had a disastrous time moving on. To conclude he couldn't. Hermione even tried setting him up with a few guys and girls but he didn't hit it off . He just couldn't move on from that blond head he still loved so much and he was to blame .

" I have mione , I have " Harry lied as he took out beer from the fridge and passed one to Hermione .

" so then you'll be going to pansy's wedding ?" Harry dreaded upon hearing the words . He knew attending her wedding meant seeing Draco and he wasn't sure he could do that, not after how they had broken up and he knew she deliberately bought it up.

" I don't think so , I've got that case I've been working on and it's been a hectic one-"

" you and I both know that's a lie " Hermione bellowed. She wasn't blind, it was clear that harry was always lying maybe because a part of him was afraid of saying the truth or maybe because he wasn't confident enough to hear his own words anymore.

" Harry either you have to move on or you have to simply forget him. You can't keep lying to you and me . I know you can't forget him, it would be completely blantly stupid. "

" Hermione I understand your worry but I will move on one day alright . Maybe today's not one of those days alright" Harry told her calmly

" but Harry -"

" Hermione please " Harry simply plead. Hermione sighed and drank her beer again .

" what if he's still in love with you too ?" The words bolted something through him , He'd be a fool if he said he didn't like the sound of it but he knew Draco , he moved on fast , faster than spells. He would never wait for him and he knew that but still he liked the sound of Draco still being in love with him .

" I know he has moved on " Harry told her as if too obvious.

" you don't know that Harry, maybe he hasn't . Maybe he's just as terrible as you . I see him Harry and he doesn't seem like someone who have moved on . Infact when I asked him about his date to the wedding he said he didn't have any and if he haven't then maybe give it another try. You're Harry and Draco for Merlin's sake " Hermione exclaimed .

" mione accept it, we like everyone else broke okay. I know him better than anyone, I know he might have moved on by now " Harry sighed

" might have ? So a part of you still believe that he might not have ?" Hermione questioned containing her excitement .

Harry exhaled " i- I don't know but it might be possible , alright. Draco's not heartless-"

" there you go then , then maybe you should go and talk to him -"

" are you insane -"

" what if he's actually waiting for you ?" Hermione asked

Harry sighed " I don't think so mione "

" you wouldn't know until ask him "

" I'm not seeing him mione. It's a completely ridiculous idea. If he wanted to see me then he would've owled me or something" Harry replied sternly

" harry, you have to admit you gave up too soon-"

" so what if I did ? It isn't like me going away mattered to him anyways !" Harry bellowed

" don't you dare pin all of this on him harry, you were as wrong as he was, did you try to apologise to him even once? It takes two to mess up something " Hermione agitated

" it's over mione okay , it doesn't matter, we're both better off without each other-"

" no you both are not okay. I see you both and you're both just lying to yourselves and I can see how unhappy you are" Hermione yelled back.

" look harry, I may not be some love guru or something but if there's one thing I know it's that what you guys had, it doesn't happen to everyone. You loved each other harry, you guys were and will always be great together and you know I'm right when I say you'll never find anyone like him " Hermione sighed. It was true, what harry and draco had, it was great, it was much more than great and maybe, just maybe harry had given up too soon without giving him a chance.

" Mione-"

" harry, you know I'm right. You're dying to see him again. You miss him " if there was pity in her voice she didn't even try to conceal it. It broke him because it was true, he missed draco very, very much and he couldn't ever hide how much he loved him.

" look give it another try, it's not that late alright. I'll tell him you want to stop by alright" she sounded desperate and harry hated when Hermione had to plead him to do something because Hermione don't plead and when she does, her instincts are always right.

" mione I don't think so it's a good idea " Harry replied giving up

" you won't know until you give it a try. If he have moved on then you'll get your closure , alright. This is important . Learn to put yourself first in life Harry " Hermione said affectionately.

" fine , I'll do it but you don't have to do anything" Harry complied and after an hour Hermione finally left . Harry didn't wanted to see Draco but a much larger part of Harry wanted to meet Draco . He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel even a little bit excited to see him again. Though he didn't wanted to go to his place unannounced so he sent a patronus claiming he would like to meet up in an hour at his place. Earning a reply from Draco , Harry decided he had to go now . Even then Harry didn't wanted to completely go , a strange fear struck his heart that maybe , just maybe Draco was already with someone else.

Still Harry showed up at Draco's place , decided to face his fear and If it doesn't work out then as Hermione said , Maybe he'll get his closure .

Harry finally rang the bell of house 14 trunt avenue and within a minute or so Draco showed up at the door .

" hi " Draco said when Harry had stood there speechless just observing him . It was a wish come true , seeing Draco again, seeing that same face again that he had kissed so many times , the face that lit up even his worst days, the face he could never get enough of and now there he stood , still the same . Only then Harry replied " hey " and then he finally looked at Draco's appearance . He was hastily clinging onto the house robes . Harry furrowed his brows but ignored the movements.

" you said you wanted to meet? " Draco asked

" oh yeah , i- how are you ?" Harry stammered .

" i- I'm fine " Draco sounding surprised . Harry heard some rustling from his house but before Harry could see anything Draco had blocked his sight .

" i- anyways - I wanted to ask -"

" Draco " someone called from inside . It sounded like a guy, his voice startled Draco .

" I didn't know you had company " Harry said frowning

" it's nothing. It's just someone f- I know " Draco clumsily replied .

" oh " Harry fell silent. He wanted to say something but this throat contracted over and over again disabling harry from forming any sentence. He looked down at this feet and swallowed his emotions but he wasn't sure if anything helped at all anymore . His worst fear invaded him , Draco had moved on and was already with Someone new . Draco had already forgotten what was it like being with Harry , he already forgotten how much he loved Harry and how much Harry loved him back .

" anyways you were asking something ?" Draco said pulling Harry out from the whirling feelings causing a storm inside him.

" ri- right yeah. Nevermind. I- I'm sorry to disturb you. I - I should go " his voice cracked as he turned around . He couldn't stay any longer, he just couldn't . Draco had moved on.

" Harry wait " he heard Draco yell behind him but Harry had already crossed the front door.

" Harry please wait " he heard Draco yell again . Harry turned around once before to get the final glimpse of the man he once loved but when he turned back around he only saw light's coming incredibly close his face .

" HARRY " was the last scream Harry remembered he heard and the last terrified look in those stormy grey eyes.

The next he remembered opening his eyes to the dingy grey room with a flickering light over his head and the window lighting up the room. Harry had no recollection of what happened after he got out of draco's house. Draco ...

" fuck you're awake " he heard someone and before he could even see who it was they had ran out but somewhere he knew that voice very well.

After the healers had checked upon harry, he was free to have visitors. One by one a few of his friends came by and talked with for a while, Ron almost yelling at harry for being a twat.

" harry there's someone who wants to meet you " Hermione said at last after exchanging glances with everyone. Before harry could've asked who it was, draco had entered the room and slowly everyone started departing.

Draco carefully sat down next to Harry's bed while harry simply looked at the other wall.

" ha-" draco cleared his throat and tried again " harry " but harry didn't reply

" how are you ?" But he didn't reply again.

" fuck- talk to me harry- please " his voice cracked and it took everything in harry to not hold draco, to tell him he's fine now, to console him, to tell him he still loves him but harry's Throat had closed completely and no words came out.

" okay don't talk to me- If that be it, I'm going to keep talking anyway " harry wanted laugh at Draco's stubbornness but didn't.

" I don't think you know but you got h-hi- hit by a b-bus when you walked out of my house. The driver was a muggle so he's I don't know In some muggle auror thing" harry wanted to correct him and tell him it's called a police but again he didn't say anything.

" I missed you " he spoke again and waited for harry to say something but he didn't reply. He belonged to another man now, he reminded himself.

" fuck- just - fine. At least just tell me why did you come by ? " Harry still didn't answer

" I don't get it, why are you mad at me !? I didn't hit you with a bus. I see you after 7 fucking months and then you suddenly get mad at me. Do you even fucking know how much I missed you, no because your inflated ass didn't care. Why would you care right ?" Still harry replied nothing and then he heard it, the whimpers, the desperation in his cries.

" harry please. This is worse than anything else " draco cried. A tear briskly fell down from Harry's eyes but he stared up at the ceiling. He felt a water droplet on his left hand . He cursed himself for being an asshole but he couldn't decide why exactly was he being an asshole. Draco carefully took his hand and swiftly rubbed his thumb over Harry's knuckles and cried again.

" f-fine if you don't want to talk I'm not going bother you. Take care harry" and draco swiped the hair out of Harry's forehead and kissed his forehead softly.

" I missed you " harry broke out just as draco was about to leave his hand.

" harry" draco cried and held Harry's hand more tightly.

" why- why didn't you say anything until now ?" Draco cried .

" i- I don't know. You're with someone and I fe-"

" I'm with someone ? Which moron told you that ?" Draco was agitated but still didn't stop crying.

" when I came, I heard someone and I thought -"

" and you thought, you assumed I was with someone and forget about us. Good lord harry. It was Blaise, he had come by to discuss something about pansy's wedding while I was just about to go for a bath. And you thought- I can't believe you. You really thought I would be with anyone else after you -"

" hey if you were me you would've thought the same " harry furiously replied

" yes but I won't fucking get hit by a bus " draco bellowed . They felt silent until slowly both of them broke into fit of laughter and laughed for quite few moments at the absurdity of both of them.

" I - I missed you so much " draco smiled after the laughter had dissolved and caressed Harry's hand softly.

" I missed you too " harry replied in tears.

" I love you so much and I just- I don't want to leave you ever again " draco said, tears filling his eyes.

" I don't want to go. I was so stupid" harry let the tears flow.

" fuck me too. did I tell you how much I missed you?" Draco asked again as he inched closer to harry.

" yes you did and he only got hit by a bus and look at you two crying like fucking babies. Get a grip for Merlin's sake " Ron sniggered as he barged into the room

" Ron, they just got back together" Hermione hit his arm Playfully.

Draco smiled back at harry and carefully kisses his lips " I love you "

" I love you too "

" get a room " Ron groaned.

" Weasley we had a room until you barged in" Draco rolled his eyes and just like that the room filled with laughter again.

And everything got back to how it used to be like the puzzle was finally complete once again, the missing piece was finally home and harry cherished it till his last breath.

Request are open

Day 3 - hinding face in the neck

Day 5- feeling their pulse

Sorry this is a bit long

24. Concealment charms

Prompt used- whispering in other's ear, lips touching their skin | I can assure you that you'd only enjoy this prompt if you are in a angsty hurt/comfort mood, yet I hope you enjoy. Thanks for all the support.

Someone wise had once said that one day you will find someone who will be able to look right through you, through your pain, your miseries, your cold exterior and that will be your soulmate.

However Harry was no boy to believe in old wise people's saying. He only believed that people talk from experience and every wise saying is based off on their personal experience, that somehow became an eventual destiny to whoever heard it. It was as they say, a mirage. If it were really upon wise men's saying, then why were there so many things still wrong in the world? Ultimately, he never believed in anything unless it was what he experienced.

As they all said, time heal all wounds, it was the first saying Harry refused to believe in because no matter what had happened, he still found himself drowning in his misery when everyone else had moved on, when everyone have finally resolved everything but him. But he didn't need pity, so every morning he would wake up, drenched from nightmares, would put on a facade and walk off the grounds of school.

Or so he thought that nobody else could look through him.

One late night Harry was walking off alone the grounds, fighting his sleep when he found someone other than him awake and walking around, Malfoy. Harry didn't trust Draco but he had given up wanting to hold grudges against, he understood how It must've been for Draco to go through everything that he had gone through. Trusting his gut instinct, he followed the little footsteps he saw on the marauder's map. He walked off miles until his footsteps hit the edge and was lost, he later discovered that Draco was going towards the quidditch pit. Harry shoved the map inside his pocket and found Draco sitting alone on the top box of the field.

Harry assumed that Draco didn't know that he was here but he did know. He smiled without turning to look at Harry and patted the spot next to him.

"How did you know?" Harry asked as he walked towards the bench and stood beside him following Draco's line of sight.

"You're not the only one who stalks around. I know you don't sleep enough and only you could've possibly stalked me around 3 am."

"I am not stalking you. I've never stalked you." Harry defended himself.

"Please, you stalked me around the entire sixth year because you thought I was upto something. Which you weren't wrong about but still." Draco scoffed rolling his eyes.

Harry remained silent until he quietly sat down next to Draco. It was an unusual thing for both of them to do but it was 3 in the morning and their murder plan's about each could obviously wait because the night had never been more beautiful.

"You know, in Muggle world there's a thing about 3 am being a ghost time, most horror movies have the time concept that all paranormal activities happens most around this time, so tell me potter, you here to murder me?" Draco asked still looking forward at the moon. He had never realised what was it like to sit in the top box and just stare away. He had always been the puppet in the field.

"Since when are you interested in Muggle stuff ?" Harry asked curiously as he rubbed his hands together for warmth.

"I'm interested in everything that is there and everything that isn't," Draco smiled looking at Harry, only for a moment before turning away.

Harry frowned looking at Draco,"That's some sad wise saying."

"Aren't we all sad sometimes ?" Draco asked finally looking at harry for longer than a few seconds.

"I suppose," Harry casually shrugged, concealing himself.

Draco smiled softly at Harry before he took out his wand and casted a warning spell over Harry "For someone who fought for the wizarding world you're quite dumb,"

"I've been told." Harry replied.

"What, why are you looking me like that? It's weird." Harry asked looking at the other man.

Draco rolled his eyes, smiling "Your concealment charms works by the way,"

Harry looked at him for a moment, dazed as if how had be figured out.

"I don't use concealment charms." Harry retaliated

"As if, Potter. " Draco scoffed.

"I don't." Harry said louder this time for more emphasis.

"Just because normally people can't look through you doesn't mean nobody can." Draco replied.

Harry stared him stunned for a moment. He had known that nobody could see right through him, not even Hermione until now. It seemed something impossible for him to believe, more difficult to digest that Draco had known, his arch nemesis. Had Draco been putting one on himself, so he knew ?

"Whatever you believe." Harry scoffed bouncing his leg up and down.

"A habit you've adapted when you're nervous. You're nervous right now because you can't believe I know it." Harry was too surprised by the casualties in the conversation. It was too smooth for him to believe,too smooth. Almost as if this person wasn't Draco but somewhere deep inside him, he knew it was him.

"So now what, you stalk me?" Harry rolled his eyes

"Mere observations. " Draco frowned

"Well your mere observations are wrong and I'm going away, so good night." Harry spat before he stood up and decided to leave. Draco didn't stop him. He didn't stop him but as Harry walked off and off, he wanted Draco to stop him. He didn't know why but he wanted him to stop him, ask him questions nobody else had because Draco was and is the only person who had looked right through him and it bothered Harry. So, impatiently he walked back off to Draco again.

"I don't Bounce my legs when I'm nervous." Harry said from behind him . Once Draco had acknowledged Harry's presence again, Harry walked and sat down next to him.

"Enlighten me then why do you do it ?" Draco asked with a small smile

"I- I bounce them when- i- you're right- I bounce when I'm nervous but also bounce to focus more on whatever is going on. It helps to keep the extra unnecessary thoughts away." Harry explained

"Hm, so I was partially right. I was finally right about something then." Draco frowned now focusing on Harry.

" y- I - how do you know about concealment charms ?" Harry finally asked.

"I didn't." Draco answered turning more to Harry.

"Then why did you say that?" Harry asked.

"Because it's true." Draco replied. Harry looked at him confused for a moment but didn't choose to question it anymore. Draco seemed too different for Harry's liking right now, too different, that he almost liked his presence.

"I like to be alone you know." Draco said after a couple of minutes in silence as wind picked up a little.

"Suggesting me to go?" Harry asked.

"No," Draco chuckled "I like being alone but I want someone to be alone with, if that makes sense."

Harry gazed softly at Draco, knowing exactly what he meant "It does."

Draco gave Harry a small smile before he turned back to look at the moon again "It's divine isn't it?"

"It is." Harry replied sadly as he looked at the full moon.

Draco gazed at harry before he began again,

"I know it's easier to just conceal pain from people rather than facing it but there's no happiness without pain, there's no delight without misery, no rain without a storm. It's break's you down one day. We're too young to conceal what we feel."

Harry chewed the inside of his cheek to refrain himself from letting go of the concealment charms.

"You're too young Harry, too young for everything you've suffered and I've been nothing but a moron to you about everything"

"Then why are you a moron about everything?" Harry shuddered

"Because it's easier." Draco replied smiling at him. He was concealing too. Behind the facade, he too was broke inside, just like Ha was. He too had been crushing inside like him, he too have been left behind like a bread crumbs after meal.

"Why are you talking to me about this ?" Harry asked finally

"Because there's nobody else who would understand this. Nobody would understand it better why I conceal what I conceal and you know it too that there's no one who would understand why you conceal the way conceal other than me." Draco answered.

"Then why do you wake up every day and put it on?" it was more of a statement than a question, he was telling Harry that he chose to do this every morning and not asking.

"And how do you know that ? Maybe there is someone out there for you ? And I'm sure my friend do understand, they will understand." Harry was choosing self preservation in the moments of weakness, it was easier.

"why do you !?" Harry asked

"If you take it off one day, the world will offer you pity and sympathy but if I take mine off, the world will call me attention seeking, they would offer me resentment, tell me I deserve this, and I do." Draco replied sadly.

"The world isn’t split into good people and death eaters, Draco," Harry replied cascading in his grieving memories after having the words linger on in silence.

" We've got both light and dark inside of us, it's the part which we choose to act upon, that's who we really are." Harry added as if not adding these words would've been a disgrace to the memory itself.

"someone really wise must've said that." Draco said as he reminiscent how nobody had ever told him thing like this before.

"it was Sirius." Harry replied shortly.

Draco looked at harry, with empathy. He understood what it felt like to lose a godfather but he could only imagine how it must've been for Harry.

"It's weird how people imagine that you can't miss someone you didn't had, but I've always missed my parents. It's strange not knowing anything about them but they're still a huge part of me."Harry said after a few moments of silence.

"Sometimes I miss my parents too, not narcissa malfoy or Lucius malfoy, just my parents, having a family," Draco replied. What it must it be to have someone, yet not have them. Some might think it's better them but then what's life without it.

They fell into silence, not knowing if they should've comforted each other or not because it would mean over stepping some boundaries and comforting seemed the right thing to do, but when had they both ever made the right choices ?

"I don't want your pity. I don't want you to feel sorry for me-"

"I don't have pity to offer. I understand you Harry." Draco interjected.

Harry strangely looked at Draco, did he really understood him?

"Nobody understands me." Harry sighed

"Back in 6th year when I used to cry in the bathroom to Myrtle, she told me once that it was I who chose who understood me and not the one who says who understands me. I thought she understood me because she was dead but I realized that it was infact me who understood her, that I empathized her until I felt she understood me even if she didn't. She understood me because I allowed her to." Draco replied looking down at his feet. After 6th year he had never once talked about anything from that time, it was a huge scar in his memories that he didn't want, so he kept it hidden until now, he wanted his wound to cut open.

"I'm sorry for what I did to you in 6th year." Harry meant it.

"and I'm sorry for everyone you've lost because of the man I chose to follow." Draco smiled at harry but he meant it.

It was months of meeting up late in the night at the quidditch pitch, when they would confess every mortal memory because only in that time they knew they could. It met them with a strange bond they couldn't explain anyone, it was fragile, vulnerable but it was stronger than anything that they had ever experienced. They simply couldn't explain anyone why they met at quidditch pit every night.

It was their final night on the train when Draco had passed Harry a message to meet by the door to pronounce the goodbyes.

"You're early than usual," Draco gave him a firm smile.

"Yeah I just didn't feel like being there with people." Harry replied. They heard some rustle from behind them and as an instinct Harry immediately pulled the invisibility cloak over both of them.

"Quick thinking." Draco Whispered in Harry's ear. Shivering Harry nodded and they soon heard the compartment door open and someone walk through to other compartment. Whoever went by left the door open so harry didn't pull it off. They decided it was warmer inside the cloak.

"So, " Draco emphasised boring his eyes back into Harry. The train must've trembled loudly because Harry was suddenly pressed against Draco and his arms around Harry's waist.

"So," Harry Whispered looking Draco in the eyes.

"You okay?" Draco asked concerned.

Harry nodded not taking his eyes off him.

Draco smiled again and took the moments appreciation to lean down to Harry's ear.

"Let it down Harry, it's all going to be fine." Draco Whispered in Harry's ear, his lips touching the back of Harry's neck.

Shuddering Harry finally casted off the concealment charm.

"it's all going to be fine." Draco whispered more to himself and let down his concealment charms as well. Did the concealment charms make any difference anymore, who knew when they could already see straight through each other but they felt something more intimate when they had let it down, like something called them home, something they didn't had to hide anymore.

"It's a goodbye," harry whispered.

"is it?" Draco asked and then he kissed harry over the lips in the compartment of the train. They didn't need concealment charms anymore, after all, the wise saying had come true, time does heal all wounds but, if you've met your soulmate.

I'm writing too much angst, hurt/comfort lately.

Requests open.

Day 23 - ten times Harry fell for Draco- part 1 | part 2 |

Day 25 - perfect birthday plans

Ahhh I lovedddd reading thisss <33

DRACO MALFOY in WISH YOU WERE HERE

tw / blood, self-harm!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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!

Arranged Marriage Pt 2

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

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Draco x fem!reader angst to fluff

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Fin

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Draco Malfoy x Reader: Princess

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

At least it was just Draco who had found her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you too Draco."  

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

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

Everything in this moment felt absolutely perfect. 

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The Arrangement (Draco x reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could not do this.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s a funny story…”

honeymoon phase | d.m

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request:: yes/no

preview:: draco n y/n are newlyweds and spend their honey moon on a fancy lake house

warnings:: smut & fluff!!, established relationship (married!), sexual intercourse, just draco n y/n being a cute couple, post!hogwarts

draco was living the dream. he was on his honey moon, with the woman of his dreams. he was ecstatic to say the least. he really could not wait for a lifetime with her. his wife. his perfect wife.

on the first morning of his honeymoon, draco walked down the wooden stairs of the lake house only to find his adored wife preparing some pancakes with chocolate chips on top. he wrapped his arms around her waist, catching her of guard.

draco couldn’t resist it and started kissing her neck right away, what could he say? she was irresistible. “good morning to you too mr. malfoy.” she chuckled, grinning brightly. a smile draco wished only he could see.

“good morning mrs. malfoy.” y/n blushed and as draco looked down towards the kitchen counter, he admired the glistening diamond ring on her finger. “you, my lady are the sexiest girl alive.” he kissed her shoulder.

draco helped his wife bring the plates with the pancakes towards the dining table, and pushed the chair for her. he admired his beautiful wife as they ate. they’d chosen to stay in a private house, to have time just for themselves, instead of staying in a hotel.

after nourishing themselves to some pancakes, the pair decided to take a shower together. showers were one of draco’s favourite ways of intimacy. bathing each other in lavender shampoo and body wash, the pair had a fairly heated make out session.

after the shower, y/n slipped into some light purple lace underwear and let draco gently blow dry her hair. she got dressed into this, as draco got into some sweats and a t-shirt. just comfy clothes to go on a breezy morning walk.

they held hands as they walked towards a local coffee shop next to the lake, sat down and ordered vegan smoothies. “this is perfect. everything i could ever had dreamed of.” draco stated, stroking y/n’s hand across the table.

“i’m glad you’re happy dray, cause i’m the happiest too.” after experiencing so much trauma as a death eater, draco finally felt worthy. he learned the small things were morning important, and started appreciating himself. he now also had a safe and stable home life with his wife, after years of fearing coming home for the holidays.

the pair sat there for hours, talking about the future. kids, dogs, decorations for their future house and much more. the day went by quickly as y/n and draco swam in the lake, had lunch and made out all over the house, and in the blink of an eye the sky was dark outside.

they both decided to get cozy inside the house, since it usually got quite chilly outside in the evening. while you did your skin care in the bathroom, draco got the bedroom ready. he had been planning a romantic night the whole day and was now lighting up some candles all over the room.

“ohhh, what’s all this?” she asked as she walked in, eyebrows raised. “someone’s in the mood.” y/n smirked, looking down at draco’s boxers. “how could i not be, hm? i have the sexiest wife alive. and she’s all mine.” he picked her up, squeezing her ass cheek as he sat down on the bed, y/n on his lap.

“luckily my baby is already in her underwear, so i don’t have much work to do.” he grinned smugly, “gonna fuck you s’good baby. my cock’s been wanting it.” y/n whined, a tingly feeling starting to arouse in the middle of her legs.

draco moaned loudly as y/n starting grinding on him, not afraid to show his arousal. y/n could feel draco’s length growing harder underneath her, and slipped his boxers off, now grinding harder, the feeling of his tip on her covered pussy was heaven.

she bent down, running her hands all over his back and starting to suck on his hardened nipples. draco threw his head back, eyes closed and mouth open, the sight was art. draco was painfully hard, and to be honest all he wanted was to be buried deep inside his wife’s tight little pussy.

he indicated for y/n to get off his lap and lay back on the bed, stretching her legs open and throwing them over his shoulders. he got rid of her panties, and was met with her dripping cunt, practically begging to be fucked.

he moved his mouth to her core, enjoying her little cried of pleasure as he stimulated her clit. y/n felt as if she could come any second as her husband circled his tongue around her slit. noticing this, draco stopped, looking up at her with a teasing smirk.

sitting up on his knees, draco stroked his length, and wasted no time pounding in her at full force, the bed hitting against the wall. at the brutal pace he was going, draco could feel his tummy tingle, already ready to cum. “are you gonna cum baby?” draco asked, stroking her hair away from her face.

she nodded, whining. “fuck, dray! harder.” he complied, although he didn’t think it was possible to go harder. as he heard his wife shout his name and tighten around him, he also heard a loud bang. draco had gone at such a hard pace the bed had hit too hard against the wall and broken.

not in conditions to stop, draco kept going. “fuck, y/n! fuckkk.” he came hard, shouting her name over and over. he laid on top of her, but quickly sat up as he heard her giggles. “what is it, hm?”

“we broke the bed.”

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An Unexpected Distraction (Fluff?)

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Reader

You sat in class trying desperately to focus on the lesson being taught. You bit your lip in false concentration attempting to listen to the words your professor spoke.

The History of Hogwarts... founded in...

Though you could hear what Professor Binns said, his words went in one ear and out the other. You simply couldn’t focus.

And the blonde behind you was the culprit of your distress. You could feel his eyes burning at the back of your head as they so often did. This had become a recent predicament that was becoming a strong distraction.

When he was around you couldn't think, you could barely even breathe with his gaze following your every move.

Your stomach twisted and heart leapt when you felt a finger tap at your shoulder and a breathy voice at your ear. “Hey, let me borrow a quill would you?”

With a nod you reached in your bag and handed him a quill, not missing when he brushed his fingers against yours. The action lasting far to long to be an accident.

“Thanks, doll.” He said, his hot breath fanning once more against your ear.

You could almost see his lips tilting up into a cocky smirk, the idea making your cheeks flare a deep shade of red.

His chuckle behind you only worsened your current state. Professor Binns seemed to notice your distress and voiced out his worries.

“Y/N, are you alright?” He asked in a tired, monotone voice. Though his eyes held a genuine concern.

You felt only further embarrassed and wished for the ground to open and swallow you whole. “Yes sir.” You said quietly, sinking down in your chair and devoting your utter most attention to the blotch of ink on your paper.

Draco only laughed further, his foot coming up to rest at the leg of your chair. You sighed shakily and glanced at the clock.

Ten minutes left, ten minutes that would feel like an eternity.

Obsessed

Summary: Head canon of Draco having a tit kink.

Warnings: Smut. Tit kink, titty fucking, nipple play, tit sucking, just tits.

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Draco with a tit kink:->

Draco Malfoy is a tit guy, always has and always will be, even though he loves every part of you equally, boobs come first.

He loves the feel of them in his hands, soft and smooth. How they fit perfectly in his hands.

Sometimes you would have your back turned and he'd come behind you and just give them a rough squeeze.

They're almost like his stress ball, you would often find his hand tucked beneath your shirt, massaging and kneading your breasts, rolling and pinching the nipples inbetween his fingers.

Him randomly pulling your shirt up and your bra down to suck on your tits.

He loves seeing them painted with dark blue and purple hues, that he made and his hand print on them from slapping your breasts.

The way he would accompany each one of his sucks and licks with the thrust of his hips.

Let's be honest, he has ruined almost every one your bras, just because he was too impatient to unclasp it.

Nothing is more satisfactory than seeing them fall out of their restraints.

But he is thankful for the fact that you don't wear bras at night, so he can just play with them anytime he wants during the night.

Uses your boobs as a pillow.

No matter the position he will always play with them.

Missionary: Just bend down and suck on your nipples and bite the soft skin of your tender breasts. Squeezing them and also slapping them as he pounds your pussy.

Cowgirl: Fucking loves to see them bounce up and down as you ride him. Fucking your tits with his mouth and hands.

Doggy style: Will use your boobs as support and knead them as he would slam his cock into you from behind.

Also is addicted to seeing his cum spread over them.

"Where does my baby, want my cum?" He said as his thrusts became sloppy inside of you, "On my tits, daddy" you reply. Draco let out a loud moan, instantly pulling out, stroking his cock hard and fast and spilling his cum all over your chest.

Or him face fucking you.

"Fucking, cock slut. Sucking me off so well" Draco groaned as the bobbing of your head got faster, flicking your wrist and hollowing your cheeks more. "Want me paint your tits with my cum?" Draco panted as he thrust his hips into your mouth. Pulling your mouth off him, ropes of hot thick cum would land on them. His cum dripping down from your boobs to your stomach.

He just can't go by more than a week without fucking them.

To him nothing his better than the feel of your beautiful tender breasts squeezing his cock.

"Yes, that's it. Atta girl. Keep doing that. Keep fucking my cock on your chest"

The tip of his cock constantly hitting your chin as he bucked his hips, fucking his cock in the space between your boobs as you held them together with your hands, looking up at him with doe-eyes. "Fuck, gonna cum all over your pretty little tits"

In conclusion, Draco Malfoy is obsessed with your tits.

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