Draco Malfoy And The Mortifying Ordeal Of Being In Love - Tumblr Posts
pansy is bringing u back hw and she says smthn and draco's like how can i be homophobic my bitch is gay
f a v o u r i t e
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- draco malfoy
a/n: I believe this is a prompt from that tiktok, so what i've done is add a few of my favourite lyrics into it too, i hope this is what you were looking forward to, requests are always open, with utmost love, tiya
requested- yes
warnings- none i hope
Draco and you were sprawled on the couch just after dinner. neither of you wanted to move and were content with the positions. Draco was making conversation with Theodore Nott while you slowly found yourself giving up to sleep.
"here's that astronomy book you wanted my love" said Pansy walking in it with a book she'd promised to get you, pushing you out of toppling the brink of slumber.
"thank you baby" you cooed back getting an annoyed reaction you absolutley adored from draco
"anything for my favourite lady"
"how can i be homophobic? my bitch is gay for parkinson"
s w e a t e r w e a t h e r
fandom- Harry Potter
pairing(s)- Draco Malfoy
a/n: so this one is based on a situation I've been in which had me bawling, crying and literally dying. I also saw something similar on Pinterest and I thought why not? requests are always open, love, teddy
requested- yes
warnings- none i hope
You found yourself in the edge of the black lake sprawled on a fuzzy blanket with all sorts of delights, giggling and laughing with a blonde Slytherin over something absolutley preposterous, the idea or to be more specific, the rumors between you and a Malfoy.
The evening was crisp already, the last of sunset just a fading pale stripe in the sky. Evening shadows deepened into blue and purple. the wind was icy and withering, it sent chills down your back.
"c'mon, its almost time for bed luv"
love. love? did he just call me love? am I okay?
"yeah, let's head back" you assented.
a cold wind swept past the both of you, Draco's eyes bumped together in a scowl and his nystagmic eyes hadn't missed anything. All he was waiting for was an ask and maybe a pretty please too.
"would it be alright if i borrow your sweater?"
their eyes my god, as if I'd say no, fuckin damn
"it would be more than alright sweetheart"
fuck. sweetheart? is he tryna kill me? what does he want? oh god
His fingers gripped the ends of the sweater covering his abdomen and quickly pulled his sweater of green and silver and handed it to her.
it was loose to say the least, but you loved it almost as much as he loved seeing you in it. it smelt of mahogany apples which he loved so much.
Draco towered over, trying to roll the sleeves for you, and grabbed your palm and began to walk as if he wasn't absolutley panicking inside.
"it smells like you"