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Body Mind Soul

Summary: A relationship with Draco where he is overprotective and possessive.(Requested)

Warnings: Smut, angst, fluff; it's a little bit of all. Violence. Possessive and protective Draco, losing v-card, innocence kink.

a/n: this is loosely based on maddy and nate's relationship minus the toxic & abxsive parts.

NAVIGATION

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It all started that night. Draco was wandering the halls, the stars brighter than ever, moon shining,the sky pitch black.

He was mesmerized by the night sky, it always drawed him in.

That's when he heard it, a slight whimper. It surely didn't come off as a good thing. Inspecting it further, he went into the direction he heard it coming from.

A girl was pressed harshly against the wall, from a distance you could see that she wasn't comfortable. Her small arms trying their best to pry the boy away as he continued kissing her neck against her will.

"Please" she cried.

Now Draco Malfoy was not a very compassionate person, but when he saw that it was her, his blood boiled.

Y/N.

He suddenly had the urge and need to be protective of her, she was innocent, naive. And also came from a very well known family. She was the most popular girl in school. But that also came with a whole lot of unwanted attention, which she didn't know how to deal with.

Without any hesitation he stormed off towards him, pulling the boy off her at once, his back colliding with the wall.

"Mal-"

He couldn't complete his sentence as Draco roughly kicked him. Then grabbing the back of his neck, and punching him over and over again. Until he didn't know the difference between the blood of his hand and the boy's face.

"D-Draco, s-st-stop" he heard her sob from behind, immediately letting go of the boy. That when he became aware of how violent he had become, and that not what Y/N needed right now.

"Here's what you're gonna do, you are going to Dumbledore tell him what you did, and not mention me at all, alright?"

The boy nodded.

"Good" said Draco slapping his cheek.

She stepped back as Draco walked towards her.

"Hey, it's okay, you're safe" he said calmly, putting his arms on her shoulder, she buried her face in his chest, crying softly, while he rubbed her back, comforting her.

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That was how it all started.

Draco and Y/N.

She was his,and no one even dared to touch what was Malfoy's

He would be sure to make the other one suffer if anyone even looked at her wrong.

He would protect her at all cost, from everyone, from everything.

His girl, Draco's girl.

One day when she was walking by a random boy had the audacity to call her out, had to audacity to comment on her skirt.

To simply put it he payed for it very dearly.

That day Draco had decided to never ever let her walk the halls alone.

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She was too pure for the world.

And maybe even for him

It was a truth well known that Draco was the biggest player at Hogwarts, fucking girls left and right.

She on the other hand was a virgin.

He almost lost his mind when she told him this on their very special date.

"You're a virgin?" He asked.

She nodded timidly.

"So are you sure you want this? We can wait, there's absolutely no rush. I want you to be comfortable. We can wait" he said, but on the inside he was burning, burning with the desire to ruin her, to destroy her.

He was the only one allowed to do that.

"Yes, I only want it to be you. I want you" She said looking up at him with doe eyes.

That's when be lost it, he growled as he grabbed her waist, colliding her lips with his, kissing her hungrily.

He nipped at the soft skin of her neck, marking her as his.

Only his.

His hand quickly unclipped her bra pulling it off, immediately sucking her nipples hard, as she moaned beneath him.

He undressed himself as quickly as he could, but asking for her permission before taking off hers.

His breath hitched as he saw her pussy, wet and throbbing only for him. He bent down, draping her legs over his shoulder, and licking hard long stripes up her clit.

"Dray" she moaned as he continued eating her out mercilessly and skillfully.

"Are you sure?" He asked again, she nodded eagerly and bit her lip.

She wanted needed it to be him, the one who always is there for her, always has her back.

She loved him.

He loved her.

Draco positioned himself at Y/N's entrance, stroking his cock up and down.

She gave him yet another nod as he slowly pushed inside, she gasped, digging her nails into his skin.

"Fuck" he grunted as he felt her walls clenching around him, tears filling her eyes, wincing in pain.

"Want to stop?" He asked

"No, move" she replied.

He started to pump into her slowly, letting her properly get adjusted. Trying his absolute best to resist the urge to fuck her into oblivion.

His thrusting would soon get faster, pounding into her pussy. His cock disappearing into her cunt over and over again.

"Please, faster" she begged.

He couldn't hold back anymore, he thrusted into her violently fast, digging her into the mattress, fucking her aggressively.

"Draco!" She screamed as he pounded harder.

"You're all mine, hmm" he hummed as he thrusted into her pussy.

"A-all yours, I- I'm" She stuttered as he kept pounding into her recklessly.

"Cum for me, show me that you're mine"

And she did, she came for him. Her body trembling, small whimpers leaving her lips, she brought Draco to his orgasm with that. He spilled his cum inside her, emptying every last drop, making sure that she took all of him.

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She was his.

He was hers.

Body. Mind. Soul.

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐅𝐎𝐘.

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

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

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

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

word count: 5.5k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Of course—”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah,” Draco answered grudgingly.

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

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

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

You enthusiastically nodded. “I did,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Of course, Draco thought without hesitation.

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

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

Atlas asked, “What were you talking about?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You sounded perplexed. “What about me?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not to mention Atlas,” added Pansy.

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

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

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

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

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

Your face flushed. “Lucky?”

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

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

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

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

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

Draco spat, “Convenient?”

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

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

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

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

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

“Well?” Draco said, his brows knitted.

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

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

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

Theo whistled lowly, “Low blow.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You didn’t dance.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Get what?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Okay so I really need help finding a Draco Malloy fanfic I read a while ago on Wattpad.

From what i remember Draco and the OC have a secret relationship. I think their relationship starts becoming a bit rocky as the second wizarding war approaches and Draco is set his task. OC then finds out that her father is Corban Yaxley and that the reason that she never knew this was because her mother left him for their safety as he was very emotionally abusive and a death eater. I’m pretty sure that after she finds out he’s her father he tries to get her to take the mark.

If anyone could help that would be amazing.

Thankyou xxx

cheek kisses with dracoo

m w w a h h h

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: I'm starting of my inbox cleaning with this trope since this was the most looked forward to. tysm for taking the time to request, I appreciate it and I hope you find some hidden joy while reading this, requests are always open, with love, tiya

requested- yes

warnings- none i hope

draco malfoy was one to be up after lunch if he could help it. he had such a gravitational pull to his bed that he'd never want to leave it alone. but i suppose you had different plans on how the day would be spent.

he's grogilly woken up with someone towering above him. he was quite happy with the position as he lifts himself up abruptly. you were very close, straddling him while he's just having the most intrusive thoughts run around that pretty head of his.

wonder what she'd look like without the blouse?

he pulls you closer with ease, his hands going under your thighs. ypur knees buckled. who could'nt help but smile to be woken up like this.

"can we leave now?"

draco just burried his face into your and all to be heard was a mhmmm. my draling was'nt fully awake, for this could've easily been mistaken as one of his many dreams.

she used her hand to raise his jaw to her sight and peppered his cheeks with kisses. a lazy smile had scrambled to his face now, draco malfoy had been officially been waken without a fuss in the morning.

Imagine Draco Malfoy Finding Out You Like Him

Draco: You? A Filthy half blood, like me? 

Y/N: Sighing “I’m a pureblood Draco you know this... And honestly I also don't know what I see in you.”

Draco: Hurriedly “No you can’t take it back now.” 

Draco turns around and starts shouting: “Y/N fancies me. She's asking me to go with her to Hogsmeade.”

Y/N: Facepalms “You know if you wanted to return my feelings and let other people know I'm taken, you can just say you like me too.”

Draco: But I have a reputation to uphold...

Faking it (pt 1)

summary: you and draco agree to fake date - (eventual) friends to lovers.

warnings: contains angst, pining and definitely inaccuracies mentioning potions.

word count: 1655.

“Just a bit longer, love,” Draco whispers, mouth close to your ear, making your position seem more intimate than it was. Or maybe it was just you who thought that.

You both sway to the music, Draco’s hands on the small of your back, and your hands are around his neck, your left one absent mindedly playing with the waves of hair on his nape. 

The other weddinggoers move around you, some pointing. Hushed whispers erupt around the room, many probably questioning who the mysterious lady with the famous Slytherin Prince was, as except for Cedric and probably Cho, no other Hogwarts students would be here.

“Draco, are you sure this is even working? I think we’re drawing attention.”

“Obviously we are drawing attention. You’re stunning, y/n.” he grins. 

You feel your stomach twist with a new sort of feeling. Draco had been complimenting you like that all evening, to the point where you weren’t sure if it was an act or not. 

No. It was all an act. Draco reciprocating your feelings was as likely as cats gaining the ability to read.

“Well, Dray, I guess you’re fine to look at as well,” you scoff. He feigns offense and leans closer to your ear again to whisper some more.

“My mother and father are looking, so don’t turn around.”

“Should I fake laugh, or something?” you whisper back, conspiratorially.

“Fake laugh? I’m plenty hilarious, y/n. No, just... lean in more,” Draco says, grasp on your waist tightening as he dips his head to lightly brush his mouth against the corner of yours.

Wow, it was warm in here. Hot, one might even say. Flames were covering your body-

“You okay, love?” Draco breaks you from your trance, but you nod unconvincingly.

“Don’t think about him, and just remember, he’s an idiot,” Draco says.

***

The morning of the wedding was a rollercoaster of emotions. You’d just been broken up with by Cedric Diggory, mascara streaming down and eyes puffy when Draco found you. Cedric had cheated on you with Cho Chang and that morning you went to confront him after Cho had come to your dorm late last night, apologizing over and over, saying she didn’t know you two were dating again. You were always an on-and-off couple with Cedric, and her apologies rang so genuine in your ears, you couldn’t blame Cho, (plus, who were you to allow women to be pitted against other women?). So, you set your mind up to confronting Cedric that next morning after first period, but you were the one who got broken up with. 

It was outrageous, and Draco had thought so too as he comforted you, the two of you sitting on your dorm bed. You were grateful for his listening skills, and he was ever the patient friend. 

***

“You’re too good to cry over him. He’s a bloody fool to cheat on you, y/n,” Draco said, brushing away a tear. You sniff in reply.

“My parents have got this wedding they’re invited to; Sadly, I’m forced to go. I hear Amos is officiating, so I suppose his son will be there.” He dropped his voice to a whisper. "Why not give them something to talk about? Come as my date, we can act.”

“We can act.” He says.

You’d let out a sob-laugh. Your friend, the one who had stolen your heart for years, was asking you to “act” like you were in love with him.

“No way you’re serious,” you had said, turning to look at him after sob-laughing some more. “Deadly serious, y/n,” Draco’s brow furrowed as if he was confused to why you thought he was joking. “Come on, love. You need some fun so let’s make that insufferable git jealous.” Draco smirked.

Letting out a soft laugh, you also started to smile. “Okay Draco, I’ll act with you.”

***

‘Okay Draco,’ you replay that morning’s conversation as your pulse races. ‘I’ll act with you.’ 

He’s kissing the side of your cheek, just as you dance past Cedric. As you twirl away, you see Cho’s sad smile from her seat next to him and you give her your own smile back. 

Draco suddenly drops his voice and whispers, “There’s something I’ve got to tell you later,”

“Yeah?” you reply.

“Yeah. But not now, because there’s so many people looking at you like you’re theirs.” 

He says ‘theirs’ strangely, like it leaves a bad taste in his mouth. The sudden change in conversation makes you wary, cautious... with excitement and anticipation consuming you.

“I want you to myself,” he finishes.

He wants you to himself. 

Your heart flutters at the thought of what he was going to say. You weren’t stupid, anyone with half a brain could hear “I’ve got to tell you something” and “I want you to myself” together and think what you were thinking.

He likes you. 

“Draco!” calls a sudden voice as he turns you into a spin, lips brushing your shoulder. Just an act.

Oh no, the voice was Astoria’s. What was she doing here?

“Please do not tell me that’s dearest Astoria calling me,” Draco pleads through gritted teeth as he twirls you around, the happy bride and groom dancing near you. You suck in a laugh, your reaction telling him all he needed to know.

“Dracoo please come dance with me! Dracoo!” Astoria calls. 

“Good luck Draco, she’s drunk,” you say with a grimace, slightly annoyed she interrupted your intimate moment. Fake intimate moment, you mentally amended.

“Oh no y/n! She’s drunk!” Draco says at the same time.

“Come onnnn Dray! ‘Cissy would want us toooooo! and Luc-” she hiccups. “Lucie too!” you can hear her frown in her voice as she struggles to pronounce Lucius’ name. Through your peripheral vision you see her come hurtling toward you, half-full flute of some alcoholic drink in hand.

“Oh god, y/n. From previous experience I can tell you she is not going away until she gets what she wants,” Draco groans, dragging a hand down his face as he turns away from her.

Your heart deflates a tiny bit and you both loosen your grips. “Oh, okay. I guess you better go dance with her.”

Your heart throbs. Of course this would happen while you’re on the precipice of the conversation which could change your entire relationship. And of course, it’s Astoria “will-steal-your-yule-ball-date” Greengrass who ruins it.

Draco cocks his head, earnestly saying, “I’ll be back soon. I promise.” before kissing your cheek and floating away from you and into Astoria’s waiting arms, for the second time in 3 years.

***

Two hours later, you’re sitting by the chocolate fountain dipping fruit when you finally see Draco’s silhouette, but he’s stumbling towards you. 

“Draco, it’s been forever, where’ve you been?” you ask before realizing you... had no business knowing. After all, you weren’t his girlfriend. Merlin, why did you feel so bitter?

You soften your voice, “Sorry, you just promised her one dance and it’s been a while.”

You closely inspect that Draco’s dress-shirt is rumpled, his hair messy and his tie is nowhere to be seen. He sits next to you and the heavy smell of something strong envelopes you both. Something weird. It’s pungent, yet comforting, like green apples and mint. 

“Fuck, y/n,” he finally mumbles. “How long have I been gone?”

“Over two hours.”

“I just got so caught up with Astoria. I think she...” he trails off, looking dazed.

This was outrageous. Draco Malfoy had all but told you that he liked you and then goes and does merlin-knows-what with Astoria?! 

Terrible. Terrible, terrible feelings. Jealousy was seeping out your every pore, and you were getting ahead of yourself.

“I’m glad you had so much fun with her,” you say. “That you forgot about me.”

“No! I didn’t forget you, y/n, I went upstairs first, and- bloody hell, I feel so sick.”

“Went upstairs? You told me you were going to dance, Draco!”

“Yeah, maybe?” He looked queasy. “But she handed me a drink and tried to-”

“You think? Draco, you’ve been gone almost 2 and a half hours and you think you danced?” you interrupt.

“I told you, y/n. I don’t remember. That drink, I think it was-,” comes his reply.

“You know, now I think about it, you just weren’t quite hesitant enough to go with her!” you spit, voice low but rising.

“What? It was a mistake, y/n! You’re getting so riled up over what?” Draco counters, anger in his gaze.

“You’re my best friend Draco! Why I can’t be worried about you?” you shriek, attracting attention. Draco huffs and you sigh, before saying, “You just left me there for Astoria and whatever the hell you did ‘upstairs’, but oh, forbid me if I show concern or my disapproval?” you hiss.

Draco’s face changes and his brows furrow.

Not wanting to argue (more than you already had in the foyer), you drag him by his hand and pull him into the hallway, noticing his 2 usual silver rings are gone from his right hand, and his wrist has some pink stain on it, like lipstick. 

“Well, y/n,’ Draco continues in the hall, voice louder now. “You’re my best friend. Not my girlfriend. Why the hell would you care what I’m doing?” 

Skipping over his question you just say, “Oh, believe me, Draco! I know I’m not your girlfriend!’ you shout, cheeks slightly heating. For a second you regret it, hoping it didn’t give your jealous feelings away, but to your relief and also utter dread, Draco replies, “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”

You had never been subject to his quiet rage to an extent like this, but it didn’t scare you. The faint golden light from the foyer filtering through the stained glass on the hallway door and onto him, the glow lighting his features.

You inhale. “I hope Astoria was a good fuck.” and turning on your heels, you walk away.