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Draco Malfoy and his Rose

Word Count: 3,722 words

Warnings: cursing, mentions of abuse

June 3rd, 1989. The Malfoy Manor. 7:34pm

Roseanne didn't grow up oblivious to the ways of Draco's parents and how they had raised their white haired boy. Narcissa and Lucius taught Draco how to dress properly, who to associate himself with even at the mere 7 years of age. He never grew up with much of a childhood, except for his close family friend; Roseanne, who helped make his life a little easier to bare. While the stoic looking boy may have a very limited amount of emotions, she brought out all of these feelings he never knew he was capable of feeling.

"Draco...?" Roseanne whispered, peeking her head around the corner nearly jumping out of her skin as she saw the poor boy getting slapped harshly by his father his body slamming onto the stone hard ground. Lucius picked up his cane, angrily storming down the hall his robes bellowing behind him. Her heart stopped in her chest, feeling her body tremble as her best friend lifted himself off the ground feeling the waves of anger radiating off of his trembling body. As she parted her lips to comfort Draco, he shoved past her muttering incoherent sounds.

The young girl let herself calm down brushing her hair from her flushed face making her way to the living room as she heard her mother call for her, the sound of her heeled shoes echoed throughout the house announcing her arrival to the three adults seated. The Malfoy's living room was rather grand, with leather sofas nearly reflecting from the small light hitting them, white and gray patterned pillows were neatly placed on the seats and cushions. On their marble floor there was white, fluffy rug that covered most of the living room floor.

"Rose, we wanted to speak to you about something rather important." Aquila's voice wavered slightly, but not enough for her daughter to notice who just gave her a big grin sitting down across from them. Narcissa placed a gentle hand on her best friends shoulder, as her way of offering some comfort. Roseanne peered at her mother's eyes, noting that they had grown rather glossy feeling her body tense up as her mind ran with an endless amount of possibilities.

"Your mom has to go away for a while. I took up this new job and it requires me to go on long, across the country trips..." Rose froze, twiddling with the hem of her dress as she stared at her mother who gave her a reassuring smile, "Narcissa and Lucius have been ever so kind to me, giving me a place to call home but I could never ask them to help me with this. As a result of that... you will be staying with your father, until I return-"

“W-what are you talking about? I don't even know my father-” The panicked tone of her voice gave her away, standing up rather abruptly her legs feeling weak. Rose’s curly locks fell over her face, trembling as her mother stood up enveloping the small girl into her arms. The young girl tightly hugged her mother squeezing her eyes shut, the sweet scent of honey and cinnamon overwhelming her senses. Aquilla ran her fingers through her soft curls, blinking away the stinging sensation coming from her eyes.

"Don't worry about that, my petal. You'll be okay...everything will be okay."

August 28th, 1996. The Leaky Cauldron. 2:26pm

A loud laugh left the young girls lips, setting the large class cup on the wooden table. The gentleman across from her grinned, dimples poking through his scars and thousands of freckles covering his face, running his scarred hand through his golden brown locks. Hope eyed the young man, admiring the way he carried himself, and that breathtaking grin she thanked him for every chance she got. Remus would have never imagined he would be as happy as he was at this very moment, his daughter sitting across from him looking like a spitting image of him, except for her vibrant grey eyes which she inherited from her mother.

The young wizard had spent nearly 7 years with his daughter, shortly after her mother dropped her off at his home in France. Remus Lupin and his young daughter bonded right sway, at the first few sentences exchanged between the pair of them. Rose decided to go by Hope once she started school, wanting a fresh start with all these new people and the breathtaking language, she was currently fluent in French and Spanish along with her mother tongue; English. During her 3rd Year, her father was called to teach at another school so she stayed at Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, with a friend who gladly let her spend her summer with their family. Her father didn't stay away for long, coming back shortly before the school year was over which she was thankful for.

"I may not look like much of a trouble maker, but those boys are the reason why I am no longer afraid to be who I am,"

"Oh, I can tell. Who else can say their father blew up the boys bathroom their 1st Year at Hogwarts? No one, that's who," Hope teased as she finished the last of her orange juice, giving her father a smirk.

They were one of the few people at the Leaky Cauldron, considering it was only 2 in the afternoon and the sun was unbearably hot at this time of the day. The girl gazed outside, fiddling with her wand as she saw people pass by the open windows laughter being heard all the way from inside. Heaving herself up from the creaky wooden chair, setting a few sickles on the table making her way towards the back door. The sound of Remus hurrying after her, made the girl grin as she motioned towards the brick wall, her nerves getting the best of her as he tapped a few bricks seeing the wall start to shift rather quickly.

“Wow...everything is so..so tres beau” Hope's eyes widened as she tried to take in everything before her, the life of everyone roaming around with a sense of urgency made the place look like it was alive. The chatter of kids her age laughing and going and out of stores, like a series of ants looking for food, feeling her mouth shift into a rather large grin. Remus chuckled thinking back to when he first saw Diagon Alley, when he tugged his parents into every store imaginable.

"Oui... don't worry about your school supplies, H, I already have everything taken care of. We can go around and look for things you might like, some books or some color changing ink?"

"Color changing what now? How come you never told me?! That's so sick!" The overjoyed girl squealed, running away from her grinning father who shook his head at her enthusiasm, leading Hope to Scribbulus Writing Instruments where the clerk looked more than happy to help the girl with the bouncing locks. After he showed her the different types of colors they changed to and from, she decided on a gold ink that changed into a breathtaking emerald green. Remus took the girl to buy a few books that caught her attention, along with a pretty white quill that she adored.

After what seemed like hours, they began to head towards the pub not before Hope bumped into a tall ginger, sending her tumbling to the ground along with her color changing ink. The shimmering ink splattered everywhere, glistening in the afternoon sun, maneuvering it's way along the cracks on the sidewalk. Hope helped herself off the floor, helping her father in mending the broken flask and returning the ink back into the glass container. She turned rather briskly towards the ginger, flashing him a look as he stared at her father as if he had just seen a ghost, tightening the grip on her wand. Her blood boiled just thinking of what crude comment would be coming out from his mouth as he eyed the two of them, his two friends standing alongside him with the same look.

"Harry! I almost didn't see you there, how are you doing? Good? Great! Ron, Hermione how are you guys doing?"

"We're doing quite alright, Professor. I'm incredibly sorry for bumping into you, I tend to be a bit clumsy at times. The name's Ron Weasley," The ginger blushed, jutting his hand out for her to shake, the grip on her wand loosening tucking it into her pocket shaking his hand firmly, sending him a soft smile," this is Harry, and this is Hermione." Hope greeted the other two, her reddening cheeks fading as she stepped closer to Remus as they continued speaking about school. From what she understood, her dad taught the three of them during their 3rd Year, to which they told her about how he was the best teacher they've ever had.

"I never caught your name," The dark haired boy whose eyes were a crazy shade of green, who she now knew as Harry muttered, locking eyes with her. Hope ran her hand through her hair, shuffling awkwardly as all the attention shifted towards the girl with the streaks of honey in her hair, freckles scattered on her rosy cheeks.

"I go by Hope. It's been nice to meet you but we’re running a little behind schedule. Au revoir!" Hope grinned, tugging her dad alongside her as they made their way back to where they first came from. They spoke of school, and if she would be nervous about starting her school year without any friends. She shook her head, thinking back to the boy with the green eyes and smiling down at the sidewalk as they neared the wall of bricks once more. Hope turned to her dad, whose face looked rather expectant of her answer.

"I won't be going to school all on my own, Dad. All those people you spoke so fondly of will be there,” Her wandering eyes turned to eye the trio who were laughing, looking around at all the windows. Without a second passing, the green eyed boy turned around giving a small wave to the girl who sent an over exaggerated wave back at him, making the shy boy grin. Remus eyed the pair praying that his little girl wouldn't be growing up anytime soon, wanting to keep her as close as possible, wrapping an arm around her shoulders making their way back to their little place they called home.

September 1st, 1996. Hogwarts Express. 10:47am

Hope felt her heart break as she waved goodbye to her father, whose eyes were swimming with tears knowing his little girl would soon be where he once stood many years ago. She closed the window to her little compartment, letting out a loud chuckle as she saw the different types of sweets her father packed into her satchel snatching a small chocolate ball, popping it into her mouth as she watched last minute students board the train. A knock to the door caught her attention, facing a pair of ginger twins whose grins were wider than the gap between them.

"Do you mind if we join you? Every other compartment is full, and you looked awfully lonely," She shook her head as she giggled at their remark, beckoning them in to which they hurried inside placing all of their belongings above the seat across from her, planking themselves in front of the girl giving her a teasing wink. Hope rolled her eyes, lifting an eyebrow at the pair eyeing them head to toe, noticing they looked rather familiar but she couldn't quite place why.

"Checking us out, love?"

"Quite the opposite really. Do you guys happen to have a younger brother?"

"Why yes we do."

"Why do you ask?"

"I met him the other day, and he seemed rather nice. Along with a guy named Harry, and a rather serious looking girl named-"

"Hermione" The twins stated unanimously, crossing their arms at the same time giving Hope a knowing look. She eyed the two, crossing her legs while opening her book back up to the page she had previously left off on, choosing to ignore the gingers blabbering in front of her. Hope spent half of the ride on the train speaking to the twins when they asked her a question, which happened nearly every 5 to 10 minutes, but she didn't mind. Somewhere in the midst of all that, she changed into her plain black robes, trying to hide the fact that she was new to Hogwarts as a 16 year old.

"You seem awfully tired. Were you up all night?”

“Maybe she was looking at the sky last night, Freddie. I’m sure we weren’t the only ones watching the full moon.”

“It was huge!”

“I heard it was the brightest, and closest it's been to Earth in a while, actually." That remark made her a little antsy, sitting upright trying to give Fred a little nonchalant look attempting to get comfortable against the moving wall. She gave up trying to sleep, reaching into her satchel for some sweets before George squeezed his way in between her and the bag of candy. A pout formed on her lips, angling her body away from the ginger, whose scent smelled absolutely ravishing. The tall boy patted his shoulder, flashing her a reassuring smile.

"The wall doesn't look too comfy, but my shoulder on the other hand I've heard is pretty award winning." George chimed, inching closer to the brunette, she sighed allowing herself to rest her head on his shoulder. Hope wasn't complaining at the ginger flirting with her, as long as she was able to rest at least for a couple hours before they arrived. The scent of cinnamon lingered around him, wrapping his arm around the sleeping brunette, face flushing pink as Fred sent him a wink, who was currently making his way out of the compartment. Hope nuzzled further into George, feeling their bodies mold together as time passed by, enjoying the way the older boy held onto her as if she was as delicate as glass. This year was surely going to be interesting.

September 1st, 1996. Hogwarts. 7:12pm

Hope marveled at the gorgeous castle standing before her, brushing her hair away from her face as the cool wind made its way through the sea of students. She locked eyes with a familiar figure, bursting into a sprint as she ran towards the tall, dark haired man the cold wind slapping her across the face before coming to an abrupt stop. Severus looked down at the girl, a scowl engraved on his pale skin but melted almost instantly as he realized who was standing before him. The 9 year old girl had grown so much, over the last 7 years since he'd seen her, her face practically glowing with happiness as she looked up at him. Severus looked around at all the students, as they passed by going out of their way to ignore the Potions Professor.

"Follow me." His voice made its way into her ears, taking tentative steps after the man she considered to be like an older brothero. He had grown fond of the girl, after countless of visits at the Malfoy manor, slowly wedging his way into her life until she was ripped away from him by her father. Severus was incredibly confused as to why this girl was here, considering Aquila hadn't returned and she never sent an owl informing him of her arrival. As he moved her into a rather empty hallway, she looked up at the Professor nearly bursting into tears as he sent her a comforting smile.

"You've grown up so much..." She grinned widely throwing her arms around the tall man, swaying back and forth as he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her just as tightly. He pulled away from her, eyeing her face noting she had truly received many of her mothers characteristics a small smile resting on his face. Hope nudged Severus, motioning towards the commotion of people nearing their corridor which made him snap out of his trance. After a few last words of reassurance he opened the double doors. The second she opened the doors, every living and nonliving soul stared at the young girl. She blushed profusely, looking up at Severus whose face was expressionless as he grabbed her by her arm and walked her to where all the 1st Years looked like they were about to pass out. He gave her a curt nod, the sound of his shoes clicking against the floor broke everyone out of their trance and the whispers proceeded to occur.

"Silence. Now, before we begin the Sorting Hat Ceremony, we have a new student joining us today. Unlike any of the students you see standing before you, she is a 6th Year from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. Please give a warm welcome, to Ms. Hope Aquilla Lupin." The ear defining sound of clapping rung through her ears, giving a soft smile to Professor Dumbledore who clapped alongside everyone else.

Once Dumbledore gave the okay to Professor McGonagall, she proceeded to call out every first years name from a sheet of parchment. Hope stared in awe as the Sorting Hat went to work, her mind going back to the countless stories her father had told her of his time at Hogwarts. By the time they had gotten to her, every other student had been sorted which left her to stand at the very middle of the Great Hall for everyone to stare at. Professor McGonagall motioned her over, holding the hat in her weathered hands. Hope made her way up the steps, plopping down on the wooden stool proceeding to wipe her sweaty palms on her robes. The feeling of the hat being placed on her head sent her into a panic, tapping her thigh out of habit jumping as the hat began to hum in her ear.

"Ahh...very difficult indeed, very difficult. Your mother was incredibly brilliant in Slytherin, yes... you would do very well. On the other hand... your father was as brave as they could get, you would be outstanding in Gryffindor."

"Really?"

"Why of course! Your talents are endless, but I do feel something... a huge heart. Absolutely tremendous. Nothing but pureness coming from you. Ahhh... of course. How about... HUFFLEPUFF!" Hope felt a burst of joy wash over her, hopping off the wooden stool as she made her way to the table closest to her, introducing herself to the few people sitting around her. She scanned her surroundings, seeing flashes of yellow, green, blue and red as they all talked to one another. The ceiling above her seemed to call her, feeling her heart swell as she saw her favorite star winking at her.

"Let the feast begin"

September 1st, 1996. Hogwarts Corridor. 12:45am

Hope had a rather interesting encounter with the Weasley twins after they tracked her down after the feast was over, and decided to show her around before curfew. But they didn't have a great sense of time and it was well past curfew before they dropped her off where they last found her, running back to the Gryffindor Common Room shouting something about homework for Snape. She sighed, looking around at the large castle that seemed to taunt her as she attempted to find her away around. After an hour of mindless wandering, she gave up muttering nox to her wand as she stuffed it into her robe. Hope ran her fingers through her hair deciding to follow the stairs that were laid out in front of her, letting her fingers run over the aging stone walls. After a few quiet moments of trudging up the stairs, she came across the open sky her mouth falling open at the sight of the stars from up high. The tired girl sat down near the edge of the tower, cuddling against the rough wall beside her peering out over Hogwarts feeling herself relax. The cold autumn air brushed over her exposed skin, making the small girl shiver tugging the robe closer to her.

"What are you doing up here? You know I could get you in trouble for staying outside of your common room past curfew-"

"Aren't you also out of bed past curfew, mon amie?" Hope muttered letting her voice echo across the tower, nuzzling into the warm material of the robe surrounding her shutting her eyes close. The person standing a few feet away from her huffed loudly, the sound of their footsteps coming closer made Hope tense up, holding onto her wand just in case they tried to pull anything on her. A sharp intake of breath caught her attention, prying her eyes open blinking away the bleariness attempting to catch a glimpse of the strange voice.

"Rose?" Hope bolted up from her seating position, feeling her body stumble as she locked eyes with a familiar pair of grey eyes. A gasp left her parted lips, lifting her hand up to her chest fiddling with the necklace he had gifted the brunette. She scanned the tall blonde standing before her. Draco aged like fine wine.

His milky skin sculpted rather nicely his body looming over her. His gleaming blue eyes slanted as he eyed the girl standing before him. Hope took notice of how his dark robes were filled out quite nicely. She let out a heartwrenching cry, throwing herself at her best friend holding him like it was the last thing she would do. His toned arms wrapped her into a tight hug, rocking her back and forth inhaling the familiar scent of honey emitting from her.

"W-what are you doing here?"

"My dad thought it best to let me come to Hogwarts for my last three years, and- and here I am! I have so much to tell you, Mal. But before I do, I'm incredibly mad at myself. I can't believe I completely forgot you also went here, holy-"

The blabbering girl was cut off by the blonde smothering her face against his chest, his grip on her tight as he swayed them back and forth. Hope felt her fingers clutch at his robes, holding him as close to her as she possibly could inhaling his sweet scent. She was scared to let him go, too afraid to think she would wake up and it would all be a dream.

Their bodies fit perfectly against one another. Draco felt as if the universe was whole once more knowing his rose was back in his life letting out a heavy sigh kissing the top of her head of curls. After years of restless nights, he could feel all the anxiety and fear leave his body, feeling at peace knowing she was safe.

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a/n: for this series, i wanted to push the departure of the weasleys twin a year later. i have also made them only a year older than the golden trio, and hope, instead of two. so that they stick around just a bit longer :) part 2 is posted!

Sapphire | Draco Malfoy x Reader

December 25th, 1994. Courtyard. 12:39am.

A smile tugged on his lips, patting the cold ground besides him. Sapphire gingerly sat down, removing the slender heels off her aching feet. His grey eyes looked down at the necklace in his hands, rubbing his slender fingers over the emerald glistening under the moonlight. The green complimented his pale skin nicely, silver chain blowing in the air as he fiddled with the metal chain in between his fingers. The pair had lingered away from their friends, taking a nice walk out into the courtyard where the winter air had settled enough for them to remain outside without shivering to death. The Yule Ball had ended several minutes ago, their blood pumping with apple cider and excitement from the many hours of dancing. Except for Draco who only danced for a maximum of 30 minutes, his cheeks turning bright pink remembering his hands holding onto her waist when they sneaked out of the Great Hall for a slow dance. Her head resting on his firm shoulder, the smell of honey and cinnamon lingering in his memory making the flustered blonde shiver. Draco thought it would be a good idea to get an outfit to match her gorgeous silver dress, so he decides to wear a black and white themed suit, which Sapphire found incredibly adorable.

"Thank you, Sapph..." She grinned, tucking a stray curl behind her rather cold ear. Before she could utter a word, Draco had rather urgently pulled the bubbly girl into a warm embrace. Mint and his signature cologne overwhelmed her senses, sighing into his white button up gingerly. She jumped slightly at the touch of his warm hand draping her toned legs over his lap, his body spreading warmth throughout the poor girls shivering body. The sound of rather heavy footsteps approaching them popped their bubble, scrambling away from each other the short girl standing up on the concrete steps. Draco ran his ring cladded fingers over his bottom lip nervously, looking away from the two figures he spotted from the corner of his eye.

"What the hell?!" The redhead sneered, his face nearly as red as his tousled hair. Ron marched his way down the stairs, throwing his new dress jacket on the floor standing in front of his girlfriend his warm breath fanning over Sapphire's face. She looked over at Draco, his signature stone hard facade was up locking eyes with the scared girl, his chest tightening up not liking the fact that his best friend was in a stressful situation.

"I-I thought you were up in the common room-"

"I was! But then I overheard Harry telling Hermione about you sneaking off with Malfoy, didn't even waste a second before you started snogging in front of me! Almost 2 years down the drain for this... this git!" His voice bellowed, hands curled up at his side taking two steps towards Malfoy. Her hands gripped his wrist, pulling him back heart racing. The last thing Sapphire wanted to see was her two favorite boys going at it, their eyes full of such anger.

"I'm going to murder that bespectacled boy," Sapphire let out a loud sigh, gently grabbing a hold of Ron's hands locking eyes with him, " I was giving Malfoy a late christmas present, and we were all cuddled up because well- I don't know if you've noticed but I'm in a very thin dress." Ron visibly relaxed, but the hard glare towards the blonde didn't falter. His toned arms pulled the girl into his chest wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing a shaky kiss to her rosy cheek. Her stained lips kissed his cheek gingerly, looking over at Draco who looked rather uncomfortable.

"If she wanted to leave you, she would have done so months ago, Weasley" Draco scoffed loudly, brushing dirt off his expensive looking suit. Her head snapped towards him, giving him a disapproving stare to which he responded by letting his snarky expression drop.

She somehow managed to convince Ron to let her say her goodbyes to Draco, pressing an awaiting kiss onto his lips. Sapphire gently made her way over to the blonde, wincing at the cold ground touching her feet, he wrapped his arms around his best friends waist pressing his cold forehead against her warm face. Fiddling with the hair on the back of his neck, enjoying his arms being wrapped around her. Parting from the blonde to talk to him properly, before they took separate paths to their common rooms, giving him a genuine smile.

"Goodnight, Mal... stay out of trouble okay? I'll see you tomorrow," He sent Sapphire a soft smile, letting his hands drape his suit jacket over her shoulders feeling her whole body warm up instantly. The blonde pressed a small kiss to her cheek handing her a small velvet box, briskly making his way back inside running his fingers through his gelled hair. Sapphire turned on the balls of her feet to face Ron whose face was contorted into an ugly face, wiping it off once he locked eyes with his girlfriend's disapproving eyes. She sighed, giving him a small smile placing the gift into Draco’s suit pocket looping arms with her boyfriend as he walked her back to the Gryffindor Common Room, her glittery heels in hand.

February 14th, 1996. The Gryffindor Common Room. 10:35am.

The sound of people yelling disturbed her slumber, groggily wiping at her eyes peering over at the commotion happening in the Common Room. Sapphire had fallen asleep in a corner of the room, casting an invisibility charm over herself so she wouldn't be disturbed but that didn't seem to work. All she could see was her boyfriend going red in the face, being held back by Harry and Hermione his wand clutched at hand. Looking to where he was shouting, nearly jumping from her position as she saw an angry looking Malfoy with puffy eyes, a look she knew so well. Working quickly to remove the charm running over to the group, standing in between the teen boys noting Ron's voice had decreased in volume. Sapphire's heart was racing the grip on her wand rather tight as she eyed all the curious Gryffindors looking at Malfoy with a look of disgust.

"What the hell is all of this about? I was quite enjoying my slumber, so god help me if this is over a foolish reason-"

"He forced his way into the common room, shouting some nonsense about needing to speak to you about some bloody fruit! Of course we're all livid, he's a Slytherin, what good would he be up to in the Gryffindor common room?! He could have-"

At the mention of the word fruit, Sapphire's ears perked up her head snapping towards the blonde who had grown increasingly ansty his eyes bloodshot. She nodded at Malfoy, tapping her hip subtly to meet him in the Room of Requirement to which he took gladly, forcing his way past the Gryffindors out the common room door. The room grew quiet, the only sound left was the sound of Ron muttering angry curses at the closed portrait door.

"Take a breather, babe. He meant no harm to you, or anyone in this room. He's just a kid,” Sapphire looked around the room, seeing the crowd of people slowly dispersing. “I'll be back in an hour max, I'm going to go check on him. Don't break anything while I'm gone," She reassure the ginger, cupping his freckled cheeks pressing a soft kiss to his plump lips feeling Ron melt into her touch. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her close to him as he caught the other boys in the room watching holding her small frame against his toned body. The feeling of her hands rubbing comforting circles on his back was all he needed before reluctantly letting go of her, watching as she hurried out to chase after the blonde.

Sapphire had dealt with Draco a few times when he came looking for comfort, using their safe word cherry. The poor teen had spent a good portion of his life hiding his emotions, including the way he felt about his best friend; Sapphire, who helped him through all of his family troubles, school issues or just to keep his mind off of all the things he brought down on himself. That morning, Draco had been told of what his parents had planned for his near future and he felt the waves crash over the wall he worked so hard to build. No control of his anger, and the tears wanting to fall from his eyes he went seeking for his silver lining in a sea of darkness. The young girl spotted him curled up in a curtained off section by the Room of Requirement, his face flushed with sadness as he trembled against the stone wall. Sapphire muttered a muffliato over the corner they were at, taking tentative steps into the closed off corner ducking her head before sitting down beside the sobbing boy.

"Mal...?"

It seemed as if time had frozen, the seconds ticking by as waves of sobs racked his tall frame. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder feeling him tense up before he threw himself at her, clinging to the small girl. Sapphire's arms tightened around Draco, rocking him back and forth attempting to calm him down. His hands clutched the back of her sweater, holding her as close to his body as he possibly could feeling his breathing start to go back to normal. Her fingers traced inconsistent patterns onto his back, the only sounds left in the room was her soft humming and the warm breath on her neck.

"Did you want to talk about-"

"They're going to make me one of them."

The silence that followed afterwards felt suffocating to the both of them, their movements stopping as that statement settled in. Draco pulled away from Sapphire, wiping at his eyes rather angrily letting out an exasperated scream, tugging at his gel free hair. He looked up at her, tears welling up in his eyes once again shaking his head as she clasped her hand over her mouth.

"No...no. T-they can't. You're too young, Draco! Voldermort could order you to kill people! What are they fucking thinking-" His heart nearly shattered as he heard the fear rising in her usually chirpy voice, the familiar shaking of her nimble hands was all he saw before she stood up and slammed her hands into the stone wall. Draco stood up immediately, the sound of her flesh slamming against the hard concrete was all that filled his ears yanking her away from the wall. Wrapping his arms around the trashing girl, her screams filtering the room as she tried to escape his grasp.

"Draco! Let. Me. Go!"

"Sapph... please calm down. I promise, I will work my hardest to keep that from coming true. They won't touch me... I promise." At those last few words, she felt her body melting into his touch the tears streaming down her face rather steadily. Sapphire turned her body around, holding the blonde as close as possibly while muttering sweet nothings into his chest. Draco tightened his grip on her kissing her head of curls, rocking her back and forth.

"If they succeed in turning you-"

"Saph-"

"Please... let me finish. If they succeed, I want you as protected as I can possibly get you. I have spells that I haven't told anyone that they exist, that can help you." She mumbled, wiping the tears from her puffy eyes looking up at the boy whose usual pale face was now flushed red. Draco let his thumb caress her hand, maintaining eye contact as she pleaded up at him.

"Alright... but only for you."

April 26th,1996. The Room of Requirement. 10:48pm.

"Abduco baton!" He shouted, pointing his wand at the running witch who deflected his spell easily. Letting out a frustrated grunt, throwing himself behind a tall bookcase racking his brain for any spells he could think of, his chest heaving up and down. Cursing as he saw the gash on his leg, tilting his head back.

"Curvo!" The sound of her voice rang throughout the room, before Draco let out a large scream as he felt his back bend backwards. His teeth were gritted, attempting to fight back limply shooting a quick jinx at the witch before he felt himself fall onto the stone ground. He groaned, scrambling onto his feet as quickly as he could facing the girl who was staring at him with such frustration. There was a cut on her cheek, along with smears of grime and blood all over her clothes.

"Draco. Do you think you're ready? Because I will not hold back on this and it will hurt. Like absolute hell-"

"Hit me." Sapphire aimed her wand at the blonde, mustering up all the rage she could thinking through all the negative thoughts before parting her lips. She tightened her muscles, as he stood in front of her with a hard look in his eyes.

"Crucio!"

"Expelliarmus!"

Both their streams of light hit each other, creating a harsh blast of energy tightening their grips on theirs wands. Sapphire felt the blast of the spell hit her body in waves, focusing on hitting Draco who was just as determined as the brunette. His bottom lip was captured in between his teeth as he pushed against her counteractive spell. The tension and the fear coursing throughout the room was unbearable, feeling the need to let go, Sapphire let go dropping onto the ground to avoid being hit by the spell. She bounced back onto her feet, a giant grin on her face eyeing the blonde whose sweat was trickling down his chest.

“You did it, Draco. I am so incredibly proud of you.” She gushed, running up to the tall blonde and wrapping her arms around his waist and rocking him back and forth. His breathing was heavy, but the smile on his face compared to no one else’s, tightening his grip around the brunette.

“All because of you, Sapph... you’re the reason I’m even anywhere near as good as you.” He breathed out, clamping his eyes shut focusing on gaining his breath back. Sapphire giggled against his chest, pulling away from Draco while keeping her arms around him. Their eyes locked, biting her bottom lip feeling her chest tighten up.

“I would do anything for you, Mal. You don’t deserve any of this, your parents are cruel for allowing this to happen to you. You deserve better. I wish I could just take away all of your pain, but unfortunately I can’t. In the meantime, my knowledge and skills are all I have to offer.”

“And your killer hugs,”

“And especially my killer hugs.” She grinned up at the blonde, letting her smile falter slightly as she thought about never getting the opportunity to see his smile ever again. Draco caught the slight change in her mood, feeling his smile wipe off of his face furrowing his brows as he held onto her shoulders trying to figure out what happened.

“Hey, hey... what’s going on? Did I say something wrong-”

“No, of course not. I just... I was just thinking about this summer. And the upcoming school year. What if I don’t get to see you again? What if my spells weren’t enough to protect you? I-I can’t afford to lose you, Draco.” The cracking of her voice made Draco’s heart shatter, shushing the small girl as he brought her into his embrace rocking her back and forth. He pressed soft kisses to the top of her head, tightening his grip around her.

“Honey... nothing is going to happen to me. I can assure you. Would you like to know why?” Sapphire hummed against his chest, messing with the thin material adorning his toned body. He laid his chin against the top of her head, letting out a large sigh,” because I have faith in you. I know that out there, no matter where I am, that you are safe and sound. And knowing that, will strive me to be better so I can come back home... to you.” 

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A Long Time Coming | Draco x Reader

Word Count: 977 words

Warnings: cursing, drinking, indication of smut

A loud laugh left your parted lips, covering your mouth in an attempt not to embarrass the blonde who was currently trying to get his shirt unstuck from the tree. He wanted to prove to you that he was an excellent climber, and in the process he got his signature black button up stuck on a branch. You rolled your eyes picking yourself up off of the grass waving your wand at him, hearing incoherent grumbles leave him as he jumped down from the tree. Draco nudged your shoulder playfully, a light blush sprinkled across his pale skin.

“That doesn’t prove anything,” He muttered, running his fingers through his gel free hair as he looked down at you. You giggled, tucking your wand back into the pockets sewed into your flowery dress. Draco and you had decided to have a small picnic in his backyard. It was several feet from his house, and there were enough trees and bushes to give them some privacy.

“Of course not, Mal. If anything, I think you should give it another go. What do you say?” You teased, turning on your heel and making yourself comfortable on the picnic blanket you had set up. Your hands reached for the picnic basket but the blonde had other plans, using his wand to levitate it above you. A smile tugged on your lips, eyeing the blonde whose face was all smug his free hand tucked into his dark dress pants.

“I think I’m good. I quite like it down here, don’t you?” The teasing in his voice sent you, letting out a soft chuckle before throwing your sandal at him catching him off guard causing him to drop the picnic basket into your awaiting hands. You stuck your tongue out at the blonde, smirking up at him as you reached for the bottle of Firewhisky. The glint in Draco’s told you everything as he took a seat across from you, throwing your sandal back at you but you failed to take notice and it hit you square in the face. A loud gasp left your lips, snapping your head to face Draco whose face had gone pale as a ghost as you set the bottle down rather calmly.

“You have about 3 seconds to start running, Malfoy.” Draco scrambled from his seating position and began sprinting far from the brunette. The grin on your face grew twice the size as you began chasing after him, your wand in hand, eyeing his tall frame as you got even closer to him. Even though you were significantly shorter than him, and his legs were much longer, the amount of adrenaline in your body could be enough to give someone a heart attack.

“Did you know- that you are incredibly intimidating for a short person?!” Draco shouted over his shoulder, nearly tripping over his feet as he rounded a bush heading back to their picnic. You let out a loud laugh, apparating to the picnic blanket which caused him to let out a scream nearly toppling over you. He breathed out a laugh, plopping onto the blanket as he tried to regain his breath.

“I win-”

“Oh fuck off,” He scoffed, propping himself onto his elbows as he eyed you pour yourself a generous amount of Firewhisky. You ran your tongue over your bottom lip, proceeding to down the large amount of alcohol feeling it burn as it trickled down your throat. A whistle left Draco’s lips his eyebrows raised in surprise, taking the glass of Firewhisky you had poured for him.

Unlike you, he decided to take small sips from the golden liquid, which in turn made you pout at him. He caught a glimpse of your jutted bottom lip out of the corner of his eye, choosing to ignore you so he looked anywhere else. Draco swirled the liquid around in his cup, giving into the sulking witch and downing the drink in one swallow. You cheered, throwing playful jabs at him taking the glass from his ring cladded fingers. 

The small amount of liquid trickling down his chin caught your attention, setting the glass on the blanket lifting your thumb up to his chin catching Draco’s eyes as you wiped gingerly at the Firewhisky. You hadn’t intended for the act to be as sensual as it was, but with the small jolt of alcohol in your system seemed to do the trick. The air around the two of you had thickened tremendously, feeling your breath hitch as you caught his eyes flickering down to your lips and back up to your eyes. Draco felt himself leaning in closer like there was an imaginary string pulling him in, his eyes fluttering shut as he closed the space in between the two of you. Time seemed to stop as your lips molded together, feeling his toned arms pulling you onto his lap rather urgently as he deepened the kiss. Hungrily kneading your fingers into his blonde locks, tugging him closer to you as you straddled his waist.

“Bloody hell,” He moaned into the kiss, tightening his grip on your hips as he felt himself growing flustered. You tried your hardest not to laugh at what he said but failed miserably, pulling away from the heated make out session and resting your forehead against his. His warm breath fanned against your face, as he scanned your face for any sign of discomfort, “did I do something wrong?”

“Of course not, Mal. But... since when did Ronald Weasley join the party?” 

“I’m going to kill you,” You threw your head back at the monotone sound of his voice, letting out a small yelp as he shoved you off of his lap. You knew he wasn’t actually mad, considered his little friend seemed a little too happy to see you, and the smile he was trying hard to conceal wasn’t helping his case either. Merlin, this boy would be the death of you.

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Rumor Has It | Draco Malfoy x Reader

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January 3rd, 1994. The Hufflepuff Dormitories. 9:17am. 

Penelope's hands hurriedly tried to flatten the heavy mass of curls resting on her flushed cheeks, having spent the last few months trying to hide them by a small potion she had created but she made a small mistake and had completely forgotten to bring some of the concoction back with her after the holidays. Eyeing her reflection in the mirror deciding to make her way downstairs to grab breakfast, making sure to take long strides to the Great Hall. Nervously walking into the hall with the frizzy curls bouncing around her face, running her ring cladded fingers through the tousled curls as the two familiar red heads made their way over to her with a cheeky grin on their faces. Penelope felt a grin making its way onto her face, slowing her movements down to make sure the twins didn't attempt anything on her, they walked over to her in almost perfect sync. Fred reached out ruffling her dark curls, letting out a whistle his brother following along, she smacked his hand away from her flustered face.

"Can it, Weasley."

"You look good, love." Fred chuckled, cheekily winking at her only making her already bright cheeks turn a shade darker, pushing past the tall redheads to make her way over to her green eyed boyfriend. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders her chest flush against his back, pressing her lips onto his freckled cheek. The blonde flushed a light pink, turning to face the curly haired girl cupping her face pulling her in for a soft kiss. All of the surrounding Gryffindors whistled and cheered for Neville, being the first time he initiated the first kiss unlike all the other times Penelope had done so. Pulling away from the boy smiling softly, turning towards her table nearly skipping over to her fellow Hufflepuffs, waving at Cedric sitting besides the tall dark haired boy. He leaned over to ruffle her curls as he offered the girl a warm bagel, who let out a soft smile at his actions.

February 18th, 1994. The Room of Requirement. 11:57pm.

Penelope thrust her wand rather harshly ignoring the small jolt of pain she felt in her shoulder blade, a stream of yellow lighting up the dark room making it's way over to her target sending Draco flying towards a mat. A grunt left his lips, standing up from his position on the floor his skin a light red from the blood rushing up to his pale face. She extended a hand out towards the white haired boy, his large pale hand grasping onto her letting her help him off of the mat muttering out a soft thanks. Patting his sweaty frame giving a wide grin, wiping the sweat off her face feeling rather worn out from the 3 hours of working out and helping Draco practice his dueling spells.

"Didn't know you knew wordless spells,"

"There's a lot you don't know about me. You're really good, Malfoy. I still don't know why you won't join the group." Penelope let out sincerely, setting her wand on the table next to the couch plopping down on spot besides Draco nudging him with her elbow. His features hardened, turning to face her his chest still heaving up and down from our intense session, swiping his tongue across his bottom lip.

"Potter is a part of that group, a leader nonetheless, I'd rather take orders from a ferret..."

"Is this your way of calling me a ferret, Malfoy?" Penelope grinned, feigning hurt turning towards the blonde whose face was sporting a light pink. He faced the dark haired girl an apologetic look etched on his features before relief washed over him as she let out a giggle, sending a playful glare at Penelope as she laughed even louder. Draco would never admit it but he considered Penelope to be one of his closest friends, as much as he wanted to think otherwise, the girl reached a part of him no one had reached before.

"You are cruel."

"You love it, Draco. Wanna head off now? It's almost midnight, " He agreed standing up from the comfortable couch, grasping the girls hand helping her onto her feet. She thanked him making her way over the dark oak door that appeared a few feet in front of her. Penelope waved her wand over Draco and herself letting their looming figures blend into their surrounding, opening the door slightly poking her head out to check for any lingering prefects. Jutting her hand out for Draco to take making their way down the cold corridor, the wind feeling nice on their sweating frames smiling softly as Draco shoved her shoulder playfully. Penelope smacked his shoulder leaning away from his touch making her way further down the hall, letting out a loud giggle as the blonde successfully wrapped his arms around her lifting her up into the air.

"You cheat," She stuck her tongue out waving her wand once again locking eyes with the reappearing pair of grey eyes, letting a smile creep its way up her face grinning wider as he gave her a smile back. Draco turned his head away from Penelope as blood rushed up to his cheeks, making his way to her common room the dark haired girl trailing beside him.

The moonlight streamed in from the windows showing off their giddy smiles, the sounds of laughter lingering in the evening. The pair of kids chased each other around making sure not to wake any of the sleeping picture frames, as much as they thought they had been quiet all he frames had woken up to the sounds of the girl laughing. All of the older wizards and witches looked over the abnormal pair, nearly fawning over the amount of happiness oozing from the pair as they came to a stop in front of the Hufflepuff common room quickly scurrying off to their portraits to not disturb them. A peaceful silence washed over Draco giving the girl a smile, letting his actions speak for him, bringing her into a large hug his chin resting atop of her curls. Penelope wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck the scent of his signature cologne and fresh pineapple filtered into her nostrils, tightening her grip on the tall boy.

"Thank you once again, for giving me a chance to be better. You are helping a lot more than I'm letting on, Davey"

"Thank you, Mal. That means a lot to me... I'll see you tomorrow okay? Same time. Don't be late," She pulled away from him, giving him a small wink patting him on the shoulder as she made her way into her common room. As the door shut behind her, she let out a small sigh waving her wand over herself muttering a spell to replace her uniform with a pair of pajamas making her way hurriedly to the dorm room. Draco made sure the girl had made her way into the room successfully before making his way down the hall, tucking his hands into his robe keeping a firm grip on his wand. The night had gone a lot better than the previous nights, he had managed to catch Penelope off guard and he had never felt so accomplished with himself. Draco only managed to get a couple feet before he had fallen to the ground his face slamming into the cold stone. Oh that is definitely going to bruise the blonde thought to himself, rubbing his cheek softly.

February 29th, 1994. The Hufflepuff Dormitories. 9:48am.

Penelope bit her bottom lip slightly, adjusting the length of her flower printed dress. The dress really showed off her curves coming to mid thigh flowing around her slightly, along with a brown purse displayed across her chest a pair of white shoes being the final touch to her outfit. Her curls framed her makeup covered face neatly, pushing the frame of her glasses further up her nose before hurriedly making her way down the stairs to meet her boyfriend in the Great Hall. Today was their anniversary, and they were planning on going to Hogsmeade and spending their evening there. The moment the curly haired girl had reached the Courtyard full of other students waiting for the clock to hit 10 so they could leave, she spotted her blonde haired boyfriend nearly running over to him.

"Neville!" At the mention of his name, he turned to face the direction of her voice the smile being wiped off his face entirely making her come to a stop. Neville's face flashed red, pushing his way through the crowd making his way as far away from the girl as possible stopping to meet to his friends a couple of ways from her. Her chest tightened the smile on her face falling, gripping onto her purse staring after the green eyed boy shifting her weight on the balls of her feet. Penelope brushed her curls away from her face looking around at all the familiar faces feeling a stinging sensation making its way to her eyes, blinking away the tears making her way out of the Great Hall but before she could get close to the entrance a hand wrapped around her small wrist. Her tear filled eyes locked with a familiar pair of grey ones, nearly bursting into tears but she only managed to let out a loud exhale. The sound of Filch's voice caught her attention, pulling away from the grey eyed boy making her way outside the hem of her dress fluttering around her thighs as she began making her way to the trail, trying to avoid the large groups of people. Draco practically had to sprint to catch up to the short witch, receiving odd looks from people around them. He came to her side, nudging her with his shoulder in an attempt to grab her attention.

"Petal... are you alright-"

"No. I can't even pretend that I am. Today is Neville and I's anniversary, and we were supposed to go to Hogsmeade together, but when I tried to greet him this morning he completely brushed me off. Did I do something wrong? Draco... I-I don't know maybe I'm overreacting-" Penelope's voice cracked feeling the warm tears run down her cheeks, wiping away at the tears rather hastily looking down at the floor. The blonde wrapped his arm around her letting her cry into his pitch black button up, rubbing small circles on her back holding her close to his chest. Her heavy breathing quieted down for a minute, clutching at his coat softly pulling away from him.

"Sorry about your shirt..."

"Petal, don't apologize. You are in no position to be apologizing. Would you like to spend this evening with me? I understand if you would want to go back inside, and I respect that-"

"I'd love to, Draco" The girl muttered out meekly, waving her wand at her face feeling her makeup become lighter and as crisp as she had done it in the morning. Draco took this chance to admire the small smile on her lips, jutting out his arm to the girl a grin making its way onto his face her arm looping with his leaning her head on his shoulder. He let her rest on him, feeling the morning breeze blow over their faces the scent of honey and cinnamon filling his nostrils as she nuzzled closer to him. The only sounds that surrounded the pair were the sounds of people chattering as they passed by them, and the loud laughter of the kids goofing around and trying to race each other to the gate.

May 26th, 1994. Hogsmeade. 11:29am

The cool evening air hit her rosy cheeks, her feet making her way out of the warm store full of enticing sweets. She let out a happy sigh, clutching her bag of treats closer to her side turning to face the grey eyed boy who had made his way over to her. Penelope flashed him a toothy smile, shoving him playfully making her way down the stone path. Her eyes scanned the pretty colors swirling with the pretty clouds, feeling herself relax as she watched the fluffy clouds float by. The curly haired girl was so entranced by the evening sky she hadn't noticed the large group of people making their way out of the Hog's Head pub. Before Draco could warn her, she had crashed into a group of 6 people sending her flying to the floor. A loud squeak left her lips, scrambling up from the floor her cheeks blazing red.

"Watch where you're going" At the harsh sound of a familiar voice, she turned to face Ginny who was helping Neville off the floor glaring at the small girl. Penelope clutched her bag of sweets, taking a step back eyeing her group of friends her heart physically breaking at the harsh looks they were giving her. She chewed on her bottom lip anxiously peering up at Draco whose face was stone hard and staring out at them, his hand buried in his pocket where his wand remained.

"I-I'm sorry."

"You have no reason to apologize. If you even think about laying a finger on her let alone look at her-"

"Draco it's okay. I'm sorry to bother, I'll see you guys later," At the sound of Draco's mouth starting to sputter more incoherent curse words at the group, she hastily grabbed onto his clothed arm and dragged him further away from the group. Her heavy breathing had quieted down significantly, subconsciously tightening her grip on Draco's sleeve leaning into his shoulder letting their quiet footsteps be the only sound in the woods.

"Is everything alright?" He murmured, letting his voice drift across the evening air looking down at the brunette beneath him. She nodded softly, letting her free hand grab a hold of the fence in front of her scanning the beautiful colors streaking the sky. It had only been 2 months since Neville and her had broken up, and she was rather conflicted on her feelings. She was heartbroken about her breakup but after spending so much time with the boy beside her she began wondering if she had started growing feelings for him. Penelope picked at the paint chipping off the fence, her heart beat racing trying to think of a way to ask the tall boy next to her a rather complicated question.

"Draco? C-can I try something?"

"Of course," At the mere murmur of his words she turned to face the blonde, cupping his chiseled cheeks and pressing her plump lips against his. His lips parted instantly, his body stilling as a million thoughts coursed through his mind. Draco's eyes fluttered shut reciprocating the motions of their lips moving together, tentatively wrapping his arms around her waist. The pair remained in their state of bliss for a moment, letting the bright colors light up the sky in front of them as they become one with one another.

That kiss had answered all of her questions. Those kisses she had shared with the green eyed boy felt so bland compared the blonde whose arms were holding onto her tightly. This kiss felt like an atomic bomb unlike the small fluttering in her stomach she usually felt after kissing Neville.

“W-what was that?”

“A kiss-”

“Penelope,” Draco breathed out keeping her a couple inches from his as he searched her eyes for an answer, trying not to get his hopes up. She sighed clamping her eyes shut as she felt her nerves overwhelm her.

“I like you. A lot more than I thought I originally did... I-I get it if you don’t feel the same way. I just had to get that off my chest,”

“Are you blind, Davey”

“A little,” Penelope mumbled playfully motioning towards the glasses framing her face, to which Draco chuckled at leaning in to rest his forehead against her, “why do you ask?”

“I figured you of all people would have noticed that I have had the biggest crush on you ever since I bumped into you and Potter at Diagon Alley. But, I never pulled a move because that’s not the kind of man I am. Now that you are no longer taken, and I know for a fact you won’t reject me.... would you like to go on a date with me, Penelope David?” Penelope felt a grin creeping onto her face nodding her head rather eagerly to the blonde, bringing the boy into a kiss, melting into his touch as he gripped her hips pulling her close. They stood there swaying back and forth as the spring wind blew through their hair, enjoying the peaceful silence as they finally had everything out in the open.

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Draco Malfoy and his Rose. Pt. 2

Word Count: 4,861 words

Warning: cursing, slight smut

September 13th, 1996. The Courtyard. 3:29pm.

Hope felt happier then she had felt in an incredibly long time, after that night in the Astronomy Tower she felt like she could conquer anything. She spent all night cuddled up against her best friend, talking about the past 6 years and how they got to where they were at now. Draco tried to leave out as much of the abuse, and harsh words he had endured so the young girl wouldn't take any sort of pity on him.

Maybe after a couple weeks, he could open up to her, but as of right now he had a duty and he wasn't going to let his guard down until it was over. 

Several days had passed but she hadn't managed to see Draco once, which bummed her out but she brushed it off choosing to spend the rest of her afternoon in the courtyard studying for Snape's upcoming exam. The young girl was currently sitting with her knees tucked into her chest, strands of hair covering her face.The autumn breeze felt nice on her skin, softly running her fingers over her bare calve as her eyes scanned the words etched onto the pages. Hope pushed her glasses further up the bridge of her nose, letting out a frustrated sigh at the difficult words clouding her vision leaning her head back and clamping her eyes shut as she tried to relax.

"You okay there?" The sound of someone whispering in her ear caught her off guard, letting out a surprised yelp sitting up rather abruptly. Hope eyed the red haired twin, whose cheeky smirk was covering his face. George made his way around the bench, taking a seat next to the brunette giving her a soft smile.

"Asshole. I'm doing good. I just... like making sure that all my work is 100% correct, even if it ends up killing me." She muttered, running her free hand through her curls eyeing the blue eyed boy through her frames. He nodded along to her words, gingerly picking up the open book on her lap reading the title.

"Ah, Snape. He's a fun one. You'll learn the tricks around his class rather easily, as long as you pay attention,"

"Oh, his class isn't hard. Especially for it being on level. I'm taking advanced classes so I am learning more advanced skills compared to the kids my age," George whistled, pretend fanning himself in a way of teasing the girl. Her cheeks became rather pink at his mannerism, playfully shoving the ginger. The Hufflepuff fiddled with the quill in her fingers, enjoying the feeling of the feather brushing against her hands.

"Oh, can it, Weasley. Say, where's your other half?"

"That is... an excellent question. I can promise you, he was right behind me as I came into the courtyard. But he must have-"

"Lupin. Professor Snape would like to speak to you. He said it's rather important," The sound of Draco's voice captured her attention, turning her head rather quickly to face the blonde nodding at what he said swiftly placing all of her books and pieces of parchment into her satchel. She turned to face George, giving him a small wave and a warm smile as she followed behind Draco. She felt her heart race at all the endless possibilities of what Snape would need to speak to her about.

"Did Snape say what he needed to talk to me-"

"Snape doesn't need to talk to you, Rose. I just needed an excuse for you to follow me." The young girl looked up at Draco, shaking her head at the slight smirk on his face. Draco didn't speak another word until they had reached a room she had seen before, due to Harry showing it to her. The Room of Requirement. Hope adjusted the satchel on her shoulder, as she watched the door appear in front of them, causing Draco to look behind him to ensure that Hope was following after her. He placed a hand on the small of her back as he ushered her into the room, closing the large door behind them, the thud echoing across the large room.

"Did you take me in here to kill me?" The brunette teased, playfully nudging the blonde as she made her way over to a large sofa and plopping herself down on the soft cushions. Carefully removing her satchel, letting the heavy material set on the side of the couch making sure she didn't accidentally tip it over. Draco eyed Hope, his heart clenching at the sight of her warm grin knowing that she was happy, a feeling he hadn't felt in an incredibly long time.

"Of course not. But, I felt bad for not coming to see you earlier. Which lead me to stealing you from that weasle, I hope you didn't mind," Hope laughed awkwardly, choosing to ignore the comment he made about George looking up at Draco with a soft smile shaking her head to his words. The blonde smiled down at her, eyeing her face rather hard. Hope felt her cheeks turning hot, reaching up with her fingers to trail her hand over her face out of fear there might be something there.

"Is there something on my face...?"

"No no... you just look really pretty. I don't think I noticed how gorgeous your eyes looked that night on The Astronomy Tower ," Hope flushed pink, nearly stuttering over her actions at the kind words leaving Draco's lips. I keep forgetting he's no longer the same boy I know, he's all grown. Her lips were parted uttering a soft thank you, feeling her chest clench as she saw him wet his plump pink lips. This was going to be a long night, she uttered to herself flashing the boy a quick smile noting how he sat with his legs wide open feeling her eyes widen slightly.

September 19th, 1996. Defense Against the Dark Arts Classroom. 4:01 pm.

Hope had a disgusted snarl placed on her lips as she listened to Professor Umbridge drone on and on about the importance of reading about spells, instead of actually practicing them. At every comment she made towards Harry, she wanted nothing more than to throw a hex at the toad. The entire lecture today had been her pointing at a chalkboard and picking on a few students, to see if they had read the endless chapters she always gave out. Hope had managed to scribble a few useful tips, making sure to mark them to know to go back to them not noticing how quiet the room had gotten, the sound of her quill on the parchment being the only sound in the room.

"Miss Lupin?" Hope's head snapped up, her cheeks ablaze as she made eye contact with Umbridge whose scrunched up face looked like it could burst at any given moment, swallowing rather thickly. She felt the endless eyes of her peers eyeing her, feeling her leg start to bounce up and down rather nervously as she stared at her Professor.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Would you mind reading out loud what it is you have written down? Oh, and please come to the front of the class," The sweet sickly tone of her voice sent her into a frenzy, giving a nod of her head delicately picking up her sheet of parchment almost covered in tons of notes making her way to the front of the classroom. Hope put a smile on her face as she made eye contact with her peers, clearing her throat before beginning to read over the neat notes.

"For our O.W.L.S, we will have to go over any and all knowledge over our 4 past years in Hogwarts on Defense Against the Dark Arts. We will have to write a short essay explaining the 5 signs of-"

"That's enough, Miss Lupin. So you weren't writing a note to pass around?"

"No, ma'am." Hope chirped, feeling her body stiffen as Professor Umbridge nearly squealed at her comment wrapping an arm around the witch. She let out a small laugh, looking around nervously. She tried to avoid eye contact with any of her classmates noticing that many of them were trying to muffle their laughter, a teasing glint in their eyes.

"Now students. Hope is a good example of what you all should be doing. 15 points to Hufflepuff!" Right as she finished hollering, the bell rang which sent all the students scrambling to gather their school things including Hope who hadn't had any time to pack any of her things before hand. She slung her satchel over her shoulder, hurriedly making her way to dinner letting out small excuse me's as she accidentally bumped into a few people including the Golden Trio. Hope came to a stop, flashing a quick smile at her friends who smiled right back at her.

"I'm sorry for nearly trampling you there, Weasley. I'm in a hurry to get as far away from Professor Umbridge as fast as possible. She scares me," Hope practically whispered, adjusting her satchel as she walked alongside them. They let out a chuckle, which made Hope join in on their little laughing fest locking eyes with Harry letting out a nervous chuckle, "Are you guys going to dinner tonight? I never see you guys there anymore,"

"No, we're currently trying to practice some stuff. And tonight we're gonna try to come up with a lesson plan for our next meeting." Hermione spoke rather cheerfully, tightening her grip on her books. Hope nodded along to her words, her mind flashing back to Draco whose grey eyes were burned into her mind,"-wondering if you would like to join us? I think the boys need some real competition."

"Oh- of course! That sounds like fun," Hope grinned brushing the stray hairs away from her face, choosing to tag along with the Golden Trio following behind them as they sneaked their way around the herds of students into the Room of Requirement.

Shortly after arriving there they began thinking of good spells for the kids to practice, surprisingly a lot harder than they had thought considering Harry had already thought of the highly important spells Hope's father had taught them. Hope had her head on Harry's thigh her back on the stone floor waving her wand around focusing on the trail of sparks that followed after her wand. She let out a deep breath she never realized she was holding before sitting up rather abruptly. The sudden outburst startled the trio, their eyes wide as they watched the witch intently as she sat up where they could properly hear and see her.

"I'm literally the stupidest person to have ever walked these halls-"

"Now that's just offensive to Ron," Harry mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate, taking a drink from his cup full of water a playful glint in his eyes. Ron's face flushed red throwing his satchel at the wizard, barely skimming over his head as the two girls began laughing as they began throwing the bag back and forth. Hope rolled her eyes, using her wand to throw the satchel against the wall startling them both. Both of their sheepish faces turned to face her, giving her a cheesy grin which she ignored.

"As I was saying, I could just ask my father. We have this little journal that we enchanted in my third year, for when he came here to teach and I was at Beauxbatons. I can talk to him just by writing into the journal, and it'll go undetected by Umbridge,"

"I could just kiss you right now, Lupin. You are a genius!" Ron muttered, cupping Hopes face to which she sputtered her face flushing as he pressed a sloppy kiss on her cheek. Harry let out a scoff covering it up with a loud cough, tossing the rest of his chocolate frog with the rest of his trash, offering the witch his leg again as she eyed him curiously to which he faked a smile eyeing Ron. Hope shoved the redhead off wiping the spit from her face, smacking his leg out of spite," you know you love me,"

"Remind me to sit next to you next time instead of this dumbass," Hope directed to Ron which just made Hermione giggle, letting out a gasp as the 6'3 wizard thought it would be a good idea to throw himself at Hope which led her to let out a pained grunt. This is going to be a long night, Hope thought to herself as she jabbed her elbow into the gingers stomach.

November 9th, 1996. The Gryffindor Common Room. 5:53 am.

"-and I see him being a complete ass to all these so called ‘half blood’ or ‘muggle borns’ so I got onto him about it. I don’t think I have ever wanted to kick the living daylights out of anyone as much as him! We haven't spoken since then... I messed things up haven’t I? Fuck, I’m sorry Harry, you’re probably tired. Just forget about it, it's silly-"

"No! It's not silly at all. Draco is a complete arse, and I know it must be weird to see him now after all these years of seeing your best friend as a saint. But, I can assure you. You aren’t silly for feeling upset about this...alright? " Harry murmured his accent thickening near the end of the sentence, running his fingers through his messy black hair, his eyes never leaving the brunette who was currently curled up on one of the many couches strewn around the Common Room.

Her eyes were glossy as she wiped at the tears threatening to fall, tucking her head into her knees that were pressed against her chest. Harry still couldn't figure out how someone as horrid as Draco had someone like Hope wrapped around his finger, rushing to throw his toned arm around her shoulder muttering soft nothings into her ear. She let her knees drop curling into Harry throwing her arms around his waist holding him close as she let out a few sobs.

"I'm sorry, H. I just- he's been my best friend for as long as I can remember. And after being apart from him for so long, I just figured things would be normal. Not-not this mess that it’s turned out to be," Hope mumbled into the dark haired wizards neck, noting the soft scent of his cologne trying to ignore how intoxicating he smelled, "Can you tell me a bit about what Draco did to you guys to make y’all hate him so much? At first I just thought you guys were being over dramatic... but now I realize that isn’t the same Draco Malfoy I grew up with,"

"I don't think that's a great idea, Hope."

"Why not?"

"Look, I might not be super fond of Draco. But, I have no right to go and put even more negative thoughts into that head of yours considering 90% of the kids here first judged me at the sight of my scar and I didn't like it. I felt belittled and like I was some walking trophy." Harry opened up his face flushing at the thought of all those comments he had endured while walking down the hallway, rubbing small circles onto her back noting the thin familiar T-shirt that adorned her body, "Are you cold? We could run up to my room if you'd like,"

"Are you sure? I can endure a couple hours of the cold, it's no biggie-"

"Come 'ere." The boy whispered removing his hold around the witch, helping her up letting out a soft chuckle as she struggled to put on her moose slippers. He grabbed onto her hand setting it on his shoulder so she could balance herself properly, successfully managing to put her slippers on giving the dark haired boy two thumbs up. Harry rolled his eyes leading the way for Hope to follow, trying his best to not make too much noise as he opened the door to his room. Harry motioned towards the only empty bed in the room, Hope gladly made her way over kicking off her slippers sliding underneath the warm covers as Harry closed the door.

"You look so tiny- do your feet seriously not reach the end of the bed?!" Harry chuckled as quietly as he could, playfully shoving her legs noticing the brunette had turned a bright pink smacking his bicep. He yelped rubbing at the sore spot, nudging her over so he could lay down next to her.

This wouldn't be the first time they've cuddled, considering they clicked from the moment they met and both had grown rather close in the last month and a half but this would be the first time they were going to be in the same bed in close proximity. Harry was twice her size, and it almost made this situation impossible because of how small the bed was. They both let out a series of giggles at their comical situation, their bodies incredible close nearly squished into one. Harry thought it would be easier to fit if they were even closer, which is why he proceeded to wrap his arm around her waist letting the witch nuzzle into his chest.

"If you were on me... like on my chest, there might be more room," Hope felt her chest flutter as she heard his husky voice breath out those words into her hair, nodding along to what he said allowing his toned arms to lift her onto him. Harry wasn't wrong. With Hope laying on him, partially anyway, not only was there more room for them he felt even more comfortable. Her fingers tracing random patterns onto his chest feeling his large hands tighten their grip around her.

"I'm sorry again for waking you up this early, I didn't know who else to go to,"

"Hope, you already apologized. And once again, I'm telling you that it's okay. I would have met you out in the freezing lake if you had asked me," He teased, which made the witch blush lifting her head up from its current position locking eyes with his bright green eyes feeling her breath hitch, her gaze flickering down at his lips feeling the air in the room thicken tremendously.

Harry wet his lips with his tongue, tightening his grip on her lightly as he felt himself leaning into her warm touch. The witch closed the gap between them, feeling herself melt into the kiss her hands trailing up his chest to tug on his hair. They adjusted their positions, letting Harry sit up with Hope's legs straddling his waist resuming their kiss feeling it grow heated fast. She enjoyed the feeling of his touch on her hips, letting out a small wine as he dug his long fingers into her exposed skin pulling her closer to his chest. Hope didn't expect this morning to turn out the way she had planned, but she wasn't complaining especially as she felt the dark haired boy growing beneath her. 

Harry couldn't remember the last time he had been in any way intimate with someone, trying to memorize the feeling of her burning skin as she tugged at his hair deepening the kiss as he subconsciously bucked his hips up. At the feeling of his growing member bucking into her, she let out a soft moan to which Harry hushed as he parted from her swollen lips nearly giving in as he saw the needy look in her eyes. He scrambled to grab his wand to close the curtains surrounding his bed, casting a quick muffliato. 

That way if they did end up getting too loud, there wouldn't be any chance of waking up the guys who were currently sound asleep. He stuck his arm through the curtain, struggling to set his wand on the bedside table from how badly his hands were shaking. Hope felt herself smirk as she saw how flustered Harry looked, growing frustrated from his wand not wanting to stay where he set it. Her smalls fingers fiddled with the T-shirt adorning his body giving him a slight pout nearly being thrown back as he swiftly tugged off his grey shirt exposing his toned body off to her. She felt herself growing hot as she pressed wet kisses along his neck, smirking to herself as she heard small gasps leaving his lips.

"Bloody... you are going to ruin me"

"Aww, don't get all shy on me now, Potter. " Hope teased nipping at a small spot above his collar, hearing the groan leave his parted lips. She didn't seem to notice the small change on his face, letting out a squeal as he flipped her onto her back. His eyes had darkened significantly, locking eyes with Hope as he hovered over her. His long arms were on either side of her face, caging her in as his hips ground down on her feeling his arms nearly buckle as he caught the look of pleasure spread across her face.

"I don't like being teased, sweetheart..."

"Holy-" Hope choked out at the choice of his words, throwing her head back onto the pillows as he continued to grind his clothed member against her core. Her hands reached up to tug on his dark locks, leaning her neck to the side as he mouthed at her neck. He sucked greedily on her tan skin, not paying attention to the dark bruises already forming.

"You look so pretty underneath me," He groaned resting his knees in between her thighs nearly losing it as the brunette wrapped her slender legs around his waist pulling him close, running his hands underneath her shirt feeling her breath hitch at the soft touch of his cold fingers.

"Fuck... I need you please," She whined, feeling her breathing grow heavier as his large hands grabbed onto her waist pulling her down closer to him. He leaned down to press a kiss onto her parted lips, moaning into her mouth as her hands brushed over the growing tent in his dark sweatpants.

His hips quickened the pace grinding themselves onto her, trying to create some friction successfully drawing a moan from Hope. The brunette snuck her hands into the waistband of his sweats feeling him groan heavily into the crook of her neck before they stiffened, they sound of people shuffling from outside the curtains caught their attention. Harry let out a few curse words resting his flushed forehead against hers waiting to see if the noise went away. Unfortunately, it seemed to have grown louder as his fellow roommate had woken up somehow managing to wake everyone else around him.

"For Godric’s sake-"

"Put your shirt on, Potter," Hope groaned, feeling rather pissed at the fact that their current actions had to be halted. Harry rolled off of her, tugging the material over his head letting his back rest on the headboard his red cheeks standing out on his pale skin. The brunette leaned against his shoulder, her eyes fluttering shut as his hand rubbed subtle circles on her exposed thigh.

"Oi, Harry, why are your curtains closed-"

"-I betcha he's got a girl in there! Are y'all shaggin'! " Her cheeks grew pink, giggling at the words of the Irish boy using her own wand to undo the muffliato opening the curtains with a flick of her wand making direct eye contact with Dean and Semus. She flashed a teasing grin, making her way off of Harrys bed not before stuffing her feet into her moose slippers.

"It was like 5 am two seconds ago, what time is it?" Hope questioned, stretching out her limbs from being in one position for a long time. She let out a small yawn, covering her mouth with her hand looking at the two boys for an answer. The pair of friends both looked at one another before a voice off to the side caught her attention.

"It's 7 am, although I have no idea why they're awake at this time. I'm still half asleep” Neville mumbled groggily, “Maybe just asleep...", His blonde hair laying messily over his face nuzzling further into the pillows. Hope let out a soft thank you, running her hand through her curls feeling herself grow nervous at the pair of eyes watching her, "Okay, well thank you for keeping me company, H. Sorry if I intruded... I best be off."

"I'll walk you out," Harry stood up from his position, adjusting the newfound hoodie lower on his hips most likely to hide his erection which made her giggle. She flashed him a knowing smile, ignoring the glare he sent her as he walked her down to the Common Room where there were thankfully no students lingering.

Hope was about to make her way towards the portrait stumbling as she felt a hand pull her back. She crashed into Harry's chest, looking up at the green eyed boy whose eyes were scanning her entire face. He let his large hands rest on her hips, holding her in place as he nervously bit his lip.

"About what happened upstairs... w-what does that mean for us?"

"I mean... I think we should play it out and see what happens then. I do like you, H. But, I still have to figure out where in the world I stand with Malfoy,"

"Okay. I can live with that... so, theoretically, if a so called boy wanted to kiss you-" Hope rolled her eyes at his words, grabbing onto his soft hoodie pulling him down to press a very much needed kiss onto his lips. He rested his hands on her waist tugging her closer, feeling his body melt into the soft kiss nearly leaning back in to recapture her lips as she pulled away. They both simultaneously grinned at one another, parting from one another as Hope began making her way towards the exit.

"Wait!" She spun on her heel, letting out a soft laugh as she saw the boy struggle to remove the Quidditch hoodie off of his body, handing her the warm material giving her a cheesy grin. Hope felt her heart swell at the endearing gift, pressing a long kiss on his cheek uttering a soft thank you. Wow... I thought Ron was exaggerating when he said he couldn't get enough of Lavender, the boy thought to himself sheepishly scratching the back of his head as he jogged back upstairs to talk to the boys awaiting in their dorm room.

November 10th, 1996. The Courtyard. 1:46 pm.

"Hopeeee!" The sound of someone screaming her name made her jump, dropping her book onto the hard floor as she looked around for the source of the noise coming face to face with the Weasley twins who were carrying several bags in their hands, "Why weren't you at Hogsmeade today? You never miss a chance to buy your precious chocolate,"

The twins made their way over to the brunette who had just bent over to pick up the book that had fallen out of her hands, wiping it off rather briskly. Just as Hope had opened her lips, George popped a chocolate ball into her mouth a grin on his lips. She chewed on the sweet candy happily, humming appreciatively at their choice of sweets focusing her attention back on the large book yelping as Fred slammed the book shut.

"We free our schedules, just for you to read in front of us? Nuh uh, not in front of us, love."

"And look, we went out of our way to buy you your favorite candy. Even that fancy chocolate you like so much-"

"You did not!"

"Oh yes we did." Fred chirped, taking a bite out his licorice wand as he watched the look of awe on the witch's face as George handed her a rather full bag of candy. A large grin made its way onto her face, wrapping her arms around both of her favorite twins hugging them tightly, "Don't kill us yet, love. I would like to open our shop first, then I'm all yours."

"Oh can it, Weasley." She chuckled, shoving the both of them off looking down at the bag on her lap sifting through it to try to find another chocolate ball happily popping it into her mouth," You guys are so sweet."

"Anything for you, love. Now would you mind telling us what has had you in such a prissy mood these past few weeks,"

"I appreciate the concern you guys, but it's nothing. If anything, today, I'm in a really good mood." She grinned, thinking back to the heated kisses and the sensual touches that were burned into her memory. The twins shared a look, choosing to pester her about it later watching her stand up from her seat on the stone bench holding her book and the bag of treats they had brought her close to her chest, "It was nice to see you guys. Don't forget about Tuesday after school, don't get your panties in a twist after I beat both of y'alls arses."

"You wish, Lupin." The both shouted out simultaneously, the smile on both of their faces growing as she swiftly flipped both of them the bird watching as she made her way inside.

"Hey, Fred?"

"Yea, George?"

"Was it just me, or were those hickeys on her neck?"

"Oh no, those were definitely hickeys. Our little Hope is all grown up,"

"Yea... she sure is." George mumbled, feeling his chest tighten at the thought of another guy marking her up. The red head hadn't said a thing out of fear that he would get rejected but seeing her today with those dark love bites on her neck only fueled the jealousy coursing through his veins, wanting nothing more than to kill the little boy who had his hands on her. George shook his head of those thoughts, choosing to focus on Fred's ongoing plan on pranking Filch.  As long as Hope is happy, then I'm happy. And if he hurts her, then I'll gladly throw him into the Lake.

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Hi it’s me again :D I have another Draco Malfoy x reader in which they’ve been dating for a year but they kept it from Draco’s parents. After they got a whiff of their relationship, they literally demanded Draco to invite her over for christmas. Lucius & Narcissa were skeptical of course, even though she comes from a long line of pureblood but she doesn’t uphold the same values as the Malfoys and even at Hogwarts she’s not in Slytherin. But what if she surprises them all....

The Dinner | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1,832 words

Warnings: cursing, indications of smut, sexual jokes, mentions of family issues

December 13th, 1996. Grimmauld Place. 7:13 am.

The feeling of Draco nuzzling further into your neck made you giggle, adjusting your grip around his shoulders his arms holding you close. You had intended to fall asleep 7 hours ago, but you couldn't bring yourself to sleep no matter how hard you tried. You had spent the day before at a restaurant down the street from where you lived with Draco, where you guys usually went for date night, and it went exceptionally well. He had surprised you at the end of your dinner with a gorgeous necklace, and you nearly cried at the sight of him holding the box out for you with flushed pink cheeks.

You had moved into your uncle's house shortly after you became of age, knowing you couldn't bare to bother the Weasley's any longer. But you still saw them almost every single weekend, and on Christmas you would be seeing them once again. Sirius was more than happy to have his niece living with him, along with his godson; Harry. Currently Harry was spending the entirety of his Christmas Break with the Weasley's, so you were left home alone with the blonde.

"Why are you up... It's too early. Just a couple minutes longer," His raspy voice whined into your ear, tightening his arms from around your waist. The blonde was currently sprawled on top of you, his arms holding you close to his chest while your arms remained around his broad shoulder messing with his hair.

"I haven't gone to sleep since we laid down, Mal. I'm just... nervous. I know they already aren't fond of me for not being in Slytherin, let alone a Gryffindor. And to make matter worse, I'm a Black! That practically screams 'blood traitor'." At the sound of your voice getting more frantic, the blonde somehow managed to flip you over to where your head was resting on his chest. You squealed, tightening your grip around him so you wouldn't fall off, "Draco!"

Draco smirked in the dimly lit room, rubbing his warm fingers over your exposed torso humming into your tousled hair, "What? My arms were getting too warm," He mused, a teasing tone in his words pressing a chaste kiss to your pouted lips, his thumb running over your soft cheek.

"You sneaky snake," A loud laugh left his lips, his chest rumbling against yours, "Babe, I'm serious-"

"As am I. I swear, you'll do fine. If my parents get to be too much, I will personally take us out of there. They wouldn't dare lay a hand on you, knowing what is best for them." You nodded against his chest, rubbing small circles onto his bare chest trying to regulate your breathing so you wouldn't begin having a panic attack. "Let's get some sleep, alright? The dinner isn't until 7 pm, and I would rather not drag my sleeping girlfriend over to my parents house-"

"Oh come off it," You smacked his chest playfully, letting yourself relax in his warm embrace. Draco lifted you off of his chest slightly, pressing his lips against yours into a loving kiss. You melted into his touch, your hands cupping his stubbled face deepening the kiss by nipping on his bottom lip. A sound resembling a growl came deep from his throat parting from your lips, his grey eyes darkening to a near dark coal letting his hands trail down the curve of your back.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, princess."

You don't know what came over you but you just needed a way to get your mind off of the family even in several hours, "Make me..." You mewled out, your hands tangling themselves in his blonde locks trapping your bottom lip in between your lips.

"You're going to wish you never said that..."

December 13th, 1996. Grimmauld Place. 5:43 pm.

You hastily uttered a quick spell to remove the bruises littering your neck, letting out a small hiss at the sharp pain setting your wand off to the side attempting to add the last few touches to your makeup. You had gone with a simple darker eye, and a medium to light coverage base leaving your face nicely sculpted and not looking so gaunt. A gorgeous lipstick you had purchased just for this dinner graced your lips, rubbing them graciously together making sure to murmur a spell so your makeup wouldn't wipe off until you spoke the counterspell, nodding appreciatively at the finished product. Before you could stand up the feeling of your boyfriends arms wrapping around you made a smile fly to your face, letting your back rest against his chest tilting your head to the side as he pressed small kisses along your neck. "Mal.."

"Don't worry... no more kisses until the dinner." He mumbled, pressing a final kiss to your lips lifting off of you helping you up his eyes trailing up and down your frame. You were wearing a breathtaking off the shoulder new gown, a pretty silver color, the fabric fitting nicely around your frame showing off every inch of the body you had. It flared at the bottom, giving it a nice touch. "Or maybe one more little kiss won't hurt,"

"Nuh uh, mister. After those hickeys you left, absolutely not."

"Not even if I promise to wash the dishes when I get back?" You paused to think, a teasing smile lingering on your lips giggling at the lingering stare the blonde was giving you, "Is that a yes...?"

You rolled your eyes, grabbing the blonde by his silky black tie a twinkle in your eyes, "Yes, Malfoy." He eagerly grabbed at your hips, pressing his lips against yours in a classy manner. Feeling his lips move in perfect sync with yours, the sensation of your body slowly becoming puddy in his hands, before shoving the Slytherin back a smile on your lips. "Keep it in your pants, Malfoy."

"It's not my fault my girlfriend is the most gorgeous girl to have ever graced the earth."

"Flattery won't get you anywhere, babe." You pat his shoulder as you passed by him bending over to grab your matching heels, letting out a squeal as you felt your boyfriend 'accidentally' brush past you a loud snicker leaving his lips. "You better save those accidentally touches where your mother can see them, and see how accidental they are then."

December 13th, 1996. The Malfoy Manor. 7:45 pm.

A giggle left your lips at the funny joke Narcissa had just made, taking a small sip of the water they had served setting the glass down graciously. Draco hadn't removed his hand off of your thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles onto your clothed skin as you spoke casually with his mom. The dinner had been going well, casual talk happening between the three of us, leaving Lucius to watch with a sulk on his face. Just as your lips opened to respond to Narcissa, Lucius had cut you off with a snarky tone.

"Why are you with Draco?" The table silenced immediately at the bold question, halting your movements to put another spoonful of mashed potatoes in your mouth. “Is it the money? Cause if so I could just send you all the money over and you can get the hell out of my house.” Draco let out a scoff, his hand tightening its grip on your leg opening his mouth to speak before you beat him to it setting your spoon down slowly.

"Mr. Malfoy, I know you aren't too fond of me, for not only being a Gryffindor but for coming from a 'blood traitor' family, but I love your son. He means the absolute world to me... and he's the only guy who I see myself having a future with. If you don't approve of me, I'm sorry but I'm afraid I'm not going anywhere as long as I am with Draco." Your response was heartfelt and full of passion, you could feel the gut punch it must have felt for Lucius to have a girl who he despised to speak to him in such a tone. Catching Draco's gaze from corner of your eye, your face flushing pink.

"Dear... can I speak to you in the kitchen?" Lucious hastily followed his wife into the kitchen, his stance stiff. You felt your body relax almost instantly, resting your head on Draco's shoulder letting out a shaky breath.

"Holy- did I just say that?"

Draco let out a chuckle, adjusting his grip on you taking both of your hands in his pressing a litter of kisses on the backs of your hands making you crack a smile, "Yes. You did. And It was bloody amazing,"

"Draco, it was not 'bloody amazing'. I just insulted your father. In his own home!" You hissed, running your fingers through your neat hair looking up at Draco with a pout on your lips, "If I ever wanted them to like me, I missed it by a long shot,"

"Actually," You both turned to look at the sound of Lucius' voice, your heart dropping down to the pit of your stomach eyeing the blonde with his wife's arm looped through his arm, "I wanted to apologize. I only saw you as your house and as another Black, and I never thought to think of you as Draco's girlfriend."

"We can see how happy the two of you are together, and we just wanted to say that we are incredibly happy for the two of you," Narcissa flashed a smile to the pair, her hand tightening it's grip on her husbands arm. You felt yourself smiling back at the woman, clutching your boyfriends hand who squeezed back reassuringly.

"Thank you... that means a lot to me- to us. And I apologize for-"

"No... don't apologize for my actions. I should have learned by now that Draco is capable of making his own decisions. And you are... you are a good person for him. This is the happiest I have seen him in a long time."

"Good thing I'm a pure blood, right?" You didn't know what you were doing before the single joke left your lips, closing your mouth shut right after the words echoed throughout the room.

A slight chuckle left the lips of your boyfriend, causing you to let a giggle slip looking over at him. Lucius found himself laughing at your own self deprecating joke, surprising himself at the way you were able to get a laugh out of him. Narcissa watched her newfound family the happiest she had seen them in a long time, knowing that moments like this wouldn't last forever but she took in as much of it as she could. After tonight she wouldn't know when the next time she would see smiles on their faces next, especially with the long awaited war creeping over the horizon. But for now, they were happy and no one had a care in the world.

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We’ll Be Alright | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 1,267 words

Warnings: slight angst, mentions of the war, curse words, probably could have used even more fluff

The feeling of Draco's fingers running through your tousled hair made you melt further into his touch, wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of your nights like this with him.

You had invited him over to your apartment where you had previously shared with the Weasley twins. He graciously accepted, willing to do anything to get out of the Manor, where he still couldn't look at his father without wanting to hex him for putting him what he put him through.

"How long do you plan on staying?" You mumbled into the soft fabric of his T-shirt, tracing small circles onto the exposed skin. He shifted slightly so your body wasn't hanging off the edge of the bed pulling you closer to him. Draco let out a heavy sigh, feeling a dread wash over him thinking of his family.

"I haven't really thought about when to go back. I think I'll just wait until my mother calls me. But if you have other things to do, then I'm more than willing to leave tomorrow morning-"

"Draco, calm down." Giggling into his chest, lifting up your head to look down at the blonde whose face had flushed lightly, "I'm not kicking you out. I was only asking so I could figure out when to beg for you to stay even longer..." You confessed a light blush on your cheeks. Draco felt his heart melt at your words, playfully pouting his lips to which you leaned down to press an awaiting kiss to them. He responded almost instantly his heart clenching at your sweet touch, his hands tightening around your frame tugging you even closer.

"You know... this reminds me of the time when you tried to tell me you had a crush on me. But then you just ended up telling me you liked George,"

"Oh fuck off," You felt your face heat up, nuzzling into his chest as he let out a deep chuckle.

"I don't even know why I said that! I didn't like him in any way and then I go and confess to my crush that I like another guy,"

"Kind of hurt," He teased, scratching your scalp lightly as you let out a small whine smacking his chest. Draco chuckled as you peered up at him from your position on him.

"You arse, you knew I didn't like Weasley. Why didn't you say something?"

Draco laughed, shaking his head at your words, "I think it was more fun to see you struggling. But on a serious note, I was honestly heart broken when you said that. It took me a solid 30 to realize what you meant to say before I could get over it."

"Yeah, yeah, rub it in."

After a couple seconds of you guys giggling, Draco began tugging at the collar of his shirt a soft sigh leaving his lips.

"Aren't you warm? I'm never usually one to get overheated but when I'm around you I promise you it gets 20 degrees hotter," The blonde shifted, forcing you to lift yourself off of his body so he could sit up. His hands found the hem of his shirt tugging it off of his sticky body, your heartbeat speeding up at the sight of your boyfriends toned torso. Draco noticed the look of awe spread across your features, a pout forming on his lips making a gesture with his hands to pull you close. "C'mere..."

You snapped out of your little daze, climbing into his embrace letting the blonde hold you tightly as you made yourself comfortable.

Draco was never one for physical contact, but with you he could never get enough of it.

Whenever you guys were apart, he would feel lost and was practically counting the minutes until he could have you in his arms again. Even if it was the smallest gesture like holding your hand, or seeing that gorgeous smile of yours he felt grounded and as if nothing could ever get to him.

"I don't think I've ever told you how much you mean to me, love." He whispered, adjusting his grip on you feeling his warm breath in the crook of your neck.

“Ever since our 2nd Year, all I ever thought about was you. When I was sitting behind you in Potions, all I ever thought about was how easily I could just reach over and just say hi to you. But I didn't. If it weren't for Blaise, I don't think I would have ever gotten the courage to say anything to you... you have been an absolute blessing to my life. I wish I could have had the chance to choose you over becoming a Death Eater, because I would choose you over and over again."

"Draco...it's not your fault-"

"Yes. It is. I-I fucked up. Blaise told me each and every single day about how heartbroken I left you, and I wanted nothing more than to march my arse over to your dorm room and just comfort you. But I couldn't. I had to pretend that our relationship didn't matter. And when it came to fighting against the Dark Lord or standing by your side, I chose what I knew was right. I went with my heart. I went with you. " At this point, Draco had tears streaming down his face looking down at you with red cheeks. You cupped his face, brushing away any stray tears hushing the sobbing boy quietly.

"Mal... I don't blame you for anything. I know that deep down you would have done anything in your power if it weren't for You-Know-Who. I still loved you... I still do. You were being used, and who am I to criticise or blame you for things you had no control over."

"Fuck," He choked out, pulling you onto his lap with your legs on either side of him as he took in a shaky breath. "I love you so damn much..."

You let out a small smile, leaning down to press a kiss to his salty lips. "I love you too, Draco. I always will."

"You promise?" Your heart physically shattered at the tone of his voice, letting the blonde rest his head against your chest running your fingers through his feather soft hair. He let out a soft sigh, melting into your comforting touch.

"I promise. You're going to have to burn down every single bloody thing I care about before I even consider leaving you... and even then I still wouldn't leave."

"Not even for your dog?"

"...which one?"

"Khloe,"

"Woah there buddy. Now you're pushing it," He let out a giggle, making you smile widely at his actions rocking him side to side as you let out a happy sigh.

You spent the rest of your week like that, laying in each others arms.

Draco was finally catching up on all that sleep he had spent stressing over about, the slightest ghost of a smile permanently etched onto his face as he held on tightly to you.

He couldn't remember the last time he had ever been as happy as he was with you.

Doing simple things like going grocery shopping, watching muggle movies.

Draco was currently laying in bed with you and your 2 dogs watching you have casual conversations with them as if they could understand you, an ever growing smile on his face.

You peered up at him, flashing him a wide smile that never ending twinkle in your big doe eyes making his heart soar.

At that moment he knew... he just knew you were the one.

After days of asking for a sign, begging for the universe to let him know that was he was feeling wasn't just his imagination, he finally got it.

We'll be alright... We'll be alright after all.

a/n: i listened to fine line by harry styles while writing this, and i was highkey wanting to cry towards the end. i hope you enjoyed this! i am so sorry about the wait, but if you have any criticism please don’t be afraid to let me know. i had a lot of fun writing this! lots of love :))

hi! i've written you another request just now. soo how about another one where the gryff reader and draco are enemies -i just love angst i cent help it- everyone is at a party slytherin is hosting and some guys decide to bully y/n and call her a mudblood and maybe jinx her or curse her but she doesnt have her wand and draco comes to help her and maybe takes her to his room and FLUFF

Jinx Me, Why Don't You? | Draco Malfoy x Reader

word count: 1,693 words

warnings: some foul play, cursing, some scenes that might make certain people uncomfortable, fluff!

December 16th, 1996. The Slytherin Common Room. 1:46 am.

The loud chattering of your friends surrounding you was almost unrecognizable, rolling your eyes at their drunken giggles and jabbering. There were currently a group of Hufflepuff girls near you throwing up into a hopefully empty satchel, their slurred giggles making you laugh quietly to yourself taking a sip of your soda. You decided against drinking considering you had to get up early the next morning for an early studying session.

One of your close friends, Blaise Zabini had invited you to his 'All Houses Party' that Slytherin had wanted to host as an end of the year celebration. When you arrived, your friend was chugging the biggest bottle of Firewhisky you had ever seen, practically having to hoist him up as he drunkenly showed you all around the Common Room before rushing upstairs to the bathroom. You weren't sure if it was because he really had to use the restroom, or maybe it was because his face was growing a sickly shade of green.

You shook your head, lifting your cup to your lips not to long before someone smacked it out of your hands harshly, the cold drink going all over your shirt and over the floor leaving your skin tingling from the cold. Locking eyes with a pair of Slytherins who were currently smirking down at you, one of the boys, known as Goyle was taking slow steps towards you. 

"Well don't you look out of place, little Gryffindor."

"I don't think so. Last I checked, they didn't allow roaches on campus, so if anything you're out of place.” You replied rather snappy, trying to wipe off some of the soda off of your shirt with some nearby napkins. You were beyond annoyed, you had worn one of your favorite shirts considering the baby blue fabric complimented you nicely. That bitch, I just got another refill. Goyle grabbed a hold of your hands, tugging you closer a mischievous look in his eye. "Let. Go. Of Me. Or so help me-"

"Watch who you're talking to, you filthy mudblood,"

"I know exactly who I'm talking to, Goyle." The grip on your arm tightened, feeling your breathing growing heavy as you finally took notice of how far off to the side you had wandered off, taking in all the guys currently surrounding you. Vincent Crabbe, Cassius Warrington, and Graham Montague were also eyeing you struggle in Goyle's grip.

"Seems like we need to teach her a little lesson, don't you reckon?" Cassius hummed, his fingers reaching into his robes pulling out his wand a smirk resting on his face. The other boys followed pursuit, watching as Goyle shoved me into an empty nearby dorm room locking the door behind them. You scrambled backwards patting yourself down in search for your wand, cursing at yourself as you came up empty handed. The tight feeling on your chest never ceased, your chest heaving up and down as you kept your eyes on all four guys. You prayed to god they all had the smallest amount of dignity left to where they would't take advantage of you.

"You guys are a nothing but a bunch of pansies-"

"What did you call me?" Graham hissed, his cheeks turning a slight red lifting his wand up to hit the underside of your chin forcing you to look up even further. His sneer was evident, practically snarling at you as you stared him down.

"I called you a little bitch, Warrington-" You barely managed to choke out his last name as a jinx hit your chest, crumbling to the floor as your screams were muffled by Cassius' quick thinking. The sharp pain coursing through your body was nothing like what you had ever experienced, whatever the hell it was, was a close second to feeling like the cruciatus curse. The second you thought the pain had faded, Cassius and Crabbe both hoisted you onto your feet practically having to hold you up as your knees kept buckling underneath you.

"Did you really think we wouldn't do anything?"

"I never thought you even had the balls to hold a wand, Goyle," You smirked through the pain, noting his face growing red as he threw another jinx at you making you grit your teeth in pain as you felt an unbearable heat wash over your already burning frame. The heat felt unreal, burning every little inch from your fingers down to your toes, letting out a small hiss at the small flame on the tip of his wand making his way closer to you. 

"Goyle... what in the world do you think you are doing?" The sound of a familiar voice brought instant relief to you, but it didn't last long considering the two frantic boys dropped your body onto the hard ground making room for the blonde. A loud whine left your lips, resting your sweating forehead on the cold ground, every muscle in your body aching even with the smallest of movements. This is for sure going to bruise tomorrow...

"I was just teaching the mudblood a lesson-"

"Don't you dare call her that," All four guys stopped their snickering, a look of fear evident on Goyle's face as Draco got in his face his eyes narrowed. Goyle nodded stiffly, his eyes flickering down at you stuffing his wand into his robes motioning for the rest of the guys to follow him, hastily making way from your crumbled body. You choked out a cough, attempting to use your shaking limbs to lift yourself off of the ground. 

"Love... let me,"

The touch of his cold hands on your burning skin felt refreshing, wanting nothing more than to let him just scoop you up into his arms. Malfoy wrapped his toned arms around your waist, letting you wrap your arms arounds his neck feeling your legs trembling underneath you.

Draco and you had an interesting friendship to say the least. 

No one really knew that you guys had even known each other, let alone been friends all this time. 

You guys had started talking after a small incident in your 1st year, where you had accidentally fallen during training and he happened to be the one to help cushion your fall. Ever since then, you guys had an acquaintance-ship, as Draco liked to call it.

Spending late nights talking over stupid little things.

Teasing one another over childish crushes, and practicing new spells to improve on together. 

He always helped out during Potions, while you helped him in Charms and History. He didn't mind it. He enjoyed your annoying comments at every jab he had made towards anybody. He always rolled his eyes and pretended he hated it.

But, he knew deep down he loved every second of it.

Your hands automatically went to grip onto Dracos shoulder as he helped you into his dorm room, trying to set you down on his bed without hurting you. A loud hiss left your lips as he helped you into the cooling material of his bed, happily letting yourself fall back closing your eyes tightly. "Thank you. You have no idea how grateful I am for you."

"You have no reason to thank me. If I was just paying closer attention to you, this wouldn't have happened." Draco angrily spat, knocking over one of his dorm mates cloaks off of their dresser in a haste. "Merlin... I never thought they would ever stoop that low."

The silence between the two of you was scary. For the years you had known Draco, you had never seen him as angry as he was at this very moment. His jaw was clenched, his hands gripping onto the frame of his bed tightly his knuckles a stark white. The sound of Draco seething by your feet was all that could be heard throughout the room, that and the sound of your small whimpers as you tried shifting into a more comfortable position. Failing miserably.

"Here, let me." He mumbled, making his way over to you pulling his wand out of his robe muttering a small charm over your body. And as quickly as he had uttered those words, it was as if someone had thrown warm water over you. Every ache in your body disappeared, along with an injury you had sustained earlier in the week from falling down the stairs. A small gasp left your lips at the strange sensation, your eyes fluttering close at the immediate sensation of bliss that engulfed you. "How do you feel?"

"Blissful... where in the world did you learn that?"

"My mother. I'm taking that it helped?"

"Yes. God yes. You're a saint, Draco." You hummed softly, peering up at the blonde whose bottom lip was currently being gnawed on. You reached over and grabbed ahold of his hand, squeezing it softly as a way of saying thank you. Draco cracked a small smile, letting out a sigh as he eyed your relaxed features. "Come- sit down.. Don't worry your pretty little head about this," 

You gestured to the open spot beside you, scooting over to make more room for him. Draco gladly sat alongside you wrapping his arm around your shoulders pulling you close, to which you happily hummed. Sneaking your arm around his torso, holding him by his waist pulling him closer to you reminiscing on how warm he always felt against your cold frame. Inhaling his soft scent of freshly picked mint and the cologne you had gotten him for his birthday which he never failed to wear every single day, feeling your body relax in his hold.

"Mmm... we haven't done this in so long. I’m sorry that this had to be the reason it brought us together."

"Don't. You know none of this is your fault." Draco scolded, using his free hand to find its way into your hair running his fingers through it softly. "Nothing you could do, could ever ruin my night, or my anything for that matter… besides, I missed you.”

"I missed you too, darling," You tightened your hold on his torso, nuzzling closer into him. "Did you want to spend the night tonight?" He hummed, trailing his fingers alongside your arms chuckling softly as he spotted goosebumps follow behind the trail he made.

“You truly are something Malfoy.”

"So is that a yes or...?"

authors note: thank you so much for requesting this lovely, sorry it took me so long to get back to you! i only just now started picking this back up again, i was a little bit preoccupied with my job but i should be back for good now! i got a little carried away with this but i do hope its to your standards. thank you and enjoy!

Draco Malfoy and his Rose Pt.3

Word Count: 2,227 words

Warnings: cursing, making out, some fluff

November 16th, 1996. The Room of Requirement. 12:36 am.

Hope tugged her hair into a low ponytail, trying to make sure none of her curls were hanging out giving Draco a dirty look. The blonde looked irritated, running his ring cladded fingers through his gel free hair eyeing the angry looking girl as if she had grown two heads.

“A Death Eater!? Malfoy, are you out-of-your-mind?! What in the hell is-”

“Keep your voice down!” The blonde hissed, slapping his hand over her mouth his eyes wide.

Hope parted her lips not hesitating to lick a stripe up his palm, which made him pull away from her wiping his hand on his trousers an annoyed look etched on his face. The small witch felt tears pricking her eyes, looking up at the ceiling in an attempt to stop the tears from streaming down her cheeks.

Draco had never felt so broken, and so lost in his life then he had at this very moment. He was watching his best friend having a break down at the thought of him being a Death Eater.

He let out a shaky breath reaching a hand out, having it moved away by Hope who just snapped her head at him a harsh glare set on her face.

“Don’t. You. Even. Dare.”

A loud sob managed to escape her lips raking through her body, closing her eyes shut as everything started making sense.

The reality of the situation just now hit her like a ton of bricks, feeling her whole body shaking as more heartbreaking cries left her parted lips sinking onto the floor. She covered her face with the sleeves of her hoodie, the hot tears seeping through the grey material as more and more tears streamed down her face.

Hope had never felt so broken. She lost her best friend, in more ways than one, and she knew there was absolutely nothing she could do about it, “Draco... p-please just hold me,”

Draco didn’t hesitate for one moment, letting his knees rest on the stone floor scooping the sobbing girl into his arms tightening his hold on her. He whispered sweet nothings into her hair, rocking her back and forth as he rubbed small circles on her back. The trembling girl clutched at the black button up of his shirt, resting her forehead on his chest as she hiccuped a few gibberish words.

“Lovey... I swear to you on my life. I did it because I had no choice. Besides, nothing will happen to me or you-”

“Draco. The Dark Lord could ask you to kill any of us without a second thought, what would you do then, huh?” The blonde struggled to answer, knowing she had proved a point with her statement.

“You’re telling me,” She pulled away from his chest to lock eyes with his soft stare, “You would not hesitate to kill any of your friends? What if it were Blaise? Or how about a ‘lousy Gryffindor’ like Ron? Or better yet... what about me, Mal?”

A shaky breath left her as she stared intently at his face searching for an answer, feeling her heart shatter as she saw nothing but sorrow and a darkness that wasn’t there several months ago when she saw him up at the Astronomy Tower. 

“I-I...”

“Malfoy, you didn’t do it because you had no choice. You always have a choice... if they had tried to do you harm I would be there in an instant. Anyone at this bloody school would stand in front of you, regardless of what you’ve done. You are loved, Mal. Always have been. If Narcissa and Lucius refuse to see what they are doing to their only son, then they really need to re-think each and every single decision they have made up to this point.”

“Is this your way of saying you’re leaving?” He angrily spat, this glare in his eyes sending dagger at the girl who was currently sprawled across his lap. Hope shook her head cupping his cheeks, sensing the boy visibly relax.

“Of course not. I am... I am going to help you through this. This is too much of a burden to carry all on your own. But, if things start involving the harm of any of the students here in Hogwarts, I will not hesitate to turn you in a ferret and leave you in this dingy room.” She tried to make light of the situation, making the blonde turn a shade of red at the statement nodding to her words. Hope leaned down pressing a lingering kiss to his cheek, holding him tight as he hummed appreciatively.

“I love you, Rose,”

“I love you too, Draco,”

November 17th 1996. The Great Hall. 1:16 pm.

Hope let out a chuckle as she saw the Golden Trio making their way over to her, a flushed expression on their faces. She popped a few grapes into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully as they took a seat on either side of her, with Hermione on one side of Ron flashing a quick smile. Unbeknownst to the smiling girl, there were a pair of grey eyes already watching her, stabbing rather angrily at his salad. 

“Hi Hope,” The redhead breathed out rather heavily, his cheeks almost as strikingly red as his full head of hair. You pursed your lips, fighting off a smile as you eyed the pair.

“Hello, Ronald... Why do you guys look like you’ve just finished running from a herd of Hippogriffs,”

“Harry thought it would be a bloody good idea to go on a rant about a certain toad. She happened to turn the corner at the same time, but since there were several other kids in the hallway we decided it be best if we hurried here as quickly as we could so she wouldn’t remove any more house points.” He choked out, taking a swig out of Hope’s cup, some of the orange juice making it’s way down his chin. After Hope smacked him upside the head, all she heard after that was Hermione scolding him for being a pig, before they got into a heated discussion off to the side. She rolled her eyes, facing the dark haired Gryffindor her cheeks flushing pink as she caught him staring at her. A teasing glint gleamed in his eyes, wetting his lips as he caught her growing flustered at his small action.

“Hey, H,”

“Hi... you look really pretty today,” Harry smiled at the brunette, reaching up to brush a stray curl out of her face her grin growing wider. Feeling her breath getting caught in her throat as she felt Harry scooting in closer to her on the bench, attempting to get as close as possible without being weird.

“Thank you, H. I don’t think I can say the same about yourself-”

“Oh sod off,” Harry laughed shoving her playfully, sending her into a fit of giggles as she almost bumped into the redhead behind her, “You love me, Lupin,”

“You are very much correct about that,” Hope sent the grinning boy a sly wink, fiddling with the hem of her skirt as she leaned in close to the boy whose eyes had widened, “Remember that morning in your dorm room-” At those words Harry felt himself growing flustered, nodding tentatively, “And what we talked about when we went down to the Common Room.”

“Y-yeah...”

“I made up my mind. If the offer still stands, I would love to go out with you, Potter.” Harry practically beamed at her words, cupping her face eagerly pressing his lips against hers as he poured all the emotions he could into that kiss. Hope gingerly place her hands on his chest, melting into his touch before pulling away from the heated kiss. She failed to notice the bickering friends behind her had stopped arguing, now sitting gaping at the action they had just witnessed.

Draco dropped his fork onto the table, making it clatter rather loudly a wave of rage washing over him. He felt sick to his stomach watching Potter and his dear Rose lip locked, nearly gagging at the sight focusing on his salad having lost all of his appetite. The sound of Draco fuming beside her had made Pansy shut her mouth turning to face Goyle instead as she watched Draco, anxiously awaiting his next move.

“I don’t think you understand how happy those few words made me,”

“Well, I mean... I could take them back-” Hope teased, letting out a giggle as the boy recaptured her lips in his, laughing into the kiss as she caught sight of pout resting on his face, “You’re a big baby, Potter.”

“Ummm... hello?! When in the hell did this happen?” Ron exclaimed, a shocked expression on his face eyeing the pair who just sat there looking flustered.

“Remember that day where Seamus, Dean and Neville were making fun of me very early in the morning, and we woke you up?”

“Uh huh...?”

“Well, the reason they were making fun of me was because they had caught Hope in my room, a-and the curtains happened to be shut around my bed,” That sentence caught Ron’s attention, a cheeky grin spreading across his face eyeing the couple who just blushed. The red-head 

“Oh you dirty dog,”

“Ron! You’re one to talk. What about you and Lavender? You guys were horrendous at least they had the decency to do it behind closed doors,” Hermione scoffed, slapping the red head upside the head making him sulk as he rubbed the sore spot, “But I’m happy for you guys, truly. You guys are cute together-”

“Lupin. Professor Umbridge would like to speak to you. At once,” The sound of someone practically hissing her name caught her attention, looking up to see an angry looking Draco. She flashed him a soft smile, picking up her hoodie off of her lap giving a quick wave to the group making her way to follow the blonde. A hand wrapped around her wrist, stumbling backwards into a broad chest.

“Hold on,” Harry cupped her face, pressing his lips against hers holding her close to him. Hope’s eyes fluttered close, feeling her chest tighten at his intoxicating touch, her nimble hands clutching his robes before she hear someone scoff behind her forcing her to pull away from him.

“10 points from Gryffindor. Lupin unless you want Umbridge to hear about this, then I suggest you hurry,”

“I’ll see you later, H,” Hope mumbled, briskly following behind a seething Malfoy whose pace only seemed to increase struggling to catch up to his long strides. “Slow down there, buddy,” She rolled her eyes as she felt him grab a hold of her arm, dragging her into a nearby empty classroom locking the door with the flick of his wand.

“What-in-the-hell, Rose-Anne?” He growled, turning on his heels facing the brunette who had taken a seat on top of one of the desks, setting her books and wand on the open desk beside her, “How long?”

“You know, people think you’re crazy every single time to call me Rose, considering they all know me for my name; Hope.”

“Lupin, I have called you Rose-Anne since I knew what words were... If it bothers you that much then I’ll quit-”

“No, no. I find it cute,” You made the blonde blush, his already reddening cheeks growing a shade darker shaking his head at your comment. Attempting to ask you the previous question he had asked you, wanting to know when you and Potter had grown all lovey dovey.

“Potter and I? Not long. I guess we always just had slight attractions to one another since the beginning, but we didn’t do anything besides hang out and hang out a few times on our own until like a couple weeks ago. Since then, we’ve just been testing the waters,” Draco angrily ran his fingers through his hair, throwing his head back rolling his eyes at her words. Potter. Of all the guys in the Hogwarts, she chose the scummiest of the scum. He thought to himself, swiping his tongue across his lips wetting them in the process. 

Hope hopped off the desk, making her way over to the boy who looked like he was going to burst in any second. She tentatively rest her hand on his shoulder, his body stiffening before relaxing at her touch. He let her wrap her arms around his waist, her head resting on his chest humming softly at his warm embrace. They stood there for a few moments, enjoying one another’s presence, before he parted from her holding her a few inches from him. His light grey eyes scanned her face, trying to see if he found any sort of sign of her lying to him.

“Does he make you happy?”

“Yes... he really does.”

“Then... as much as it pains me,” She giggled, messing with his black robes peering up at him, “I’m okay with it. If you’re happy, then that’s all that matters. But, if he lays a hand on you in any way, or if he even dares to dream of hurting you. I won’t hesitate to hex him,” Draco teased, a serious underlying tone in his words making her smile nodding her head.

“Thank you, Mal. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I don’t really think I could considering we just made it official about...10 minutes ago,”

“About that, if you start snogging like that anywhere where I can see you, I will not even begin to second guess myself before taking points.”

“Oh shush. Let’s go back and finish lunch, I didn’t even get to eat all of my grapes,”

a/n: this took me 5397394 years to finish. please lemme know if you guys have any questions, or if you have any feedback. my requests are always open. thank you lovelies <3.

This is actually one of my favorite scenes

Paradoxical

Summary: When your ex husband draco finds you at a club that same things that led you far away from him, pave the way back.

Warnings: Smut. Blowjobs, vaginal penetration, cumplay, slight spit, mirror and sir kink. Ex!husband!Draco. Possessiveness with a dash of toxicity.

a/n: ahh yes, my assignments lay incomplete but i sure can write p0rn on a school night.

NAVIGATION

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The flashes of neon light flickered over his features, but those cold edges of silver remained unaltered, his eyes seemed to have been painted with his possessive and obsessive behaviours.

There was a part inside of you that wanted to do the classic throw-your-drink-at-your-ex act and this other part that was craving the antonym of that act.

Maybe you’d caught his paradoxical behaviour— the apple never falls too far from his tree.

“Babe, do you want to leave?” Hermione whispered, looking at you sympathetically.

Certainly not— he’d silently sent provocations to you a thousand times over, and there could never be a time where you would’t be prepared for a war— just like the old times.

“I think I’ll stay” Your voice had no cracks or crevices, and you kept your cool hard gaze on Draco as you answered her.

“You sure?” She questioned again, eyeing between you and Draco, and you simply gave a nod.

Draco smirked and his eyes met yours. The moment they did, his hands dusted off his coat and he soon stumbling out from the croud towards you.

His movements were more graceful than the dancers, even though he was simply fucking walking, he always found a way to make beauty.

“Hello darling” He said curt, his voice deep and smooth.

“Fuck you” You snapped back immediately, and his eyes widened at your response.

His hand fell over his chest dramatically as though your words made his heart ache, “That’s not very nice, I expected a far more sweeter response”

“Well, you’re my ex”

“Let’s be civil yeah? I still like you very much angel”

You huffed, eyes rolling and he caught that exact movement. You stared over at Hermione, who was looking as awkward as ever, shifting in her seat to somehow be a little more comfortable.

“I got it Hermione, you can leave” You leaned ahead and whispered. She gave a skeptical look and you reassured her with a smile.

From what she gathered, you two certainly wouldn’t go through the night without fighting or fucking. She didn’t feel like being a barrier tonight so then with a small peck on your cheek and with a small goodbye, she was off to finding Ron and Harry.

“Well” Draco said, looking ahead as she walked away, “Now that she’s gone, we can talk better”

“I have nothing to say to you”

He chuckled, swiping his thumb over corner of his mouth as he took a sip of his drink, his rings shining brightly and his viens prominent.

Draco had always had the most beautiful hands you’d ever seen. And a while ago, you were blessed to have that same hands pleasuring you in the most sinful of places— a privilege which you’d now lost.

“I see you still have the hand kink” His voice broke off your focus, and you were silent for several seconds shaking your head and scoffing.

“What are you doing here?” You asked defensively, pinching your eyebrows.

His teeth grazed his lip and his eyes traveled down your pretty body, noticing every perfection of that tight little black dress.

“Was it necessary to wear that” He sneered, not giving answers but rather more questions.

A giggle passed through you as his possessiveness came to surface, a reminder of why you left in the first place— well honestly you couldn’t just put blame on one thing, there were multiple reasons why you left but his jealousy was definitely one of them.

That giggle went silent the moment his warm large hand rested on your thigh, caressing and petting the soft skin, his rings leaving burns wherever they touched.

His fingers were barely ghosting over your panties, and your breath caught, your eyes quickly scanning over the room to see if anyone was paying attention to you two.

“Did want some random idiot’s dick? Is that why you’re so indecent tonight?”

“I—” Now your voice had cracks, you shuddered and throbbed as his words got more and more vulgur and much to your dismay, you got more aroused.

“There’s nothing— nothing, I hate more than the thought of my baby having to go to other people to get taken care of”

He sensed the libido, the clenching thighs and the darkened irises. His possessiveness got the best of him and he was willing to fall on his knees again, only for you.

“Don’t you want me to take care of you?”

—

His lips were soft but the way he kissed you was ravenous and rough. His tongue was moving along with yours, asserting dominance.

Your legs rested on his hips as he pressed you against the wall, kissing you deeply.

“Mine, mine, all mine” He muttered as he kissed along your throat and over your breasts. You moaned as he squeezed your arse, and grinded himself against your slit.

Suddenly, he pulled you down from him and you were left with wonderment before he pushed you down on your knees.

“You know what to do doll” He said, pulling your strands of hair back from your face.

“Yes sir” You only nodded with anticipation, hands trembling as you worked to unbuckle his belt. His breaths were ragged, and his hooded eyes fixated on your mouth.

His cock was hard as a rock, and heavy in your hand. You only needed to give him one firm stroke to have him grunting.

Your mouth wrapped around the head of him, licking up his tip and brushing and squeezing at the base of his thick lenght. Your eyes flicked up, maintaining contact as you took his entire shaft inside.

His fingers tensed, and your mouth sucked, and then bobbed back and forth, earning a throaty, ‘good girl’

The praise motivated you to make him feel ever better, your hand working at the base of him, stroking the flesh as you took the rest in your mouth.

“That’s it baby, you still take me so well” He groaned, giving an experimental thrust of his hips.

Soon, your eyes were watering and he was feeling that fimilar euphoria blooming down in his abdomen. When each one of his hands rested on the side of your face, yours rested on his thighs and you inhaled for what was to come.

His hips canted and thrusted into your mouth, your chin smeared with drool as he fucked your mouth. Your cheeks were stained with the tears that slipped down your pretty eyes.

“God, fuckin’ love this filthy little mouth” He grunted, pulling his cock out, spit connecting your lips with his head.

Your arousal smeared your thighs, it was almost painful. He was right in front and yet you hadn’t had him.

When you looked up, his expression was proud and satisfied, he gave your head a pat, muttering even more praises as he pulled you up. His thumbs cleaned up the remaining tears, kissing your nose and cheeks and healing the ache.

Draco pulled you up again, carrying you across his penthouse to his bedroom.

There were candles lit all around his room, and it gave everything a golden hue.

A whine fell from your lips as he pushed you down on the bed, “Draco please” You mewled, spreading your legs wide apart.

His pupils dialated, and he bent down to kiss along your thighs, your panties went down your legs, and he made it sure to make it absolutely excruciating.

He pulled at your knickers until they were down to your ankles and then he moaned as he stared at your possession.

“Fuck— I missed my girl so much” He spoke, kissing right abode your aching nub.

“And what about me?” You pouted, staring down at the blonde man between your thighs.

“Course I missed you too, silly” He sighed, “I just missed her more”

His finger prodded at your entrance, with a glance on your face, he pushed them inside and immediately curled them— and you cried out as his rings juxtaposed against his skin and the tips of his fingers scraped at that spot.

That feeling was lost soon, way too soon as he pulled them out. His grey eyes taking in the beautiful details of your responses. You looked at him avidly as he sucked on the arousal covered fingers.

“Still the sweetest”

“Please, please sir” You begged, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him towards you.

“Brat” Draco said, and swiftly turned you around, pulling your dress above your hips and cupping your arse.

He gave you a spank making you yelp in surprise. “That’s for earlier”

Draco spit on his shaft, jerking himself off and he still teased you and dragged out your desire. He aligned himself perfectly with you, and stayed still. He was always such a fucking tease.

With a strong thrust, he was buried deep inside. You trembled, gripping the sheets beneath you. His ripped muscular arm pulled you against his chest, keeping your skins together as he rut inside you.

“See how perfect I fit you?” His hand made you look right forward at the huge mirror in front of his bed.

And you stared at the sight of him and you. How you were filled with him so beautifully, how he was dragging your tits out from your dress, how his mouth was on your neck, and his arms around your waist.

When he gave a single hard thrust, you gave an embarrassingly loud gasp.

Then he gave a second and a third and several others and you were already shaking and struggling to keep yourself up.

You’d forgotten about the affect that he had on you. How much power he held.

His thrusts got harder and harder with a certain symphony hidden in them. “Oh fuck—” You sobbed, “I love your cock so much”

At that, he grunted loudly, and turned your head so that he could kiss you.

Your tits bounced as he got rougher, fucking you until he lost almost all control over himself.

It wasn’t until he felt you tighten unimaginably hard around him that he pulled out and you whined impatiently.

Draco manhandled you onto your back, he kissed you as he climbed on top of you, his hands sliding along your body.

He placed his palms on your thighs and pulled both of your legs up until they rested on his shoulders. He pressed a kiss on the inside of your thigh, cherishing the sculptured skin.

You whimpered as he sank inside again, drawing that coil inside you again. You were mesmerized as you stared at his sweaty broad shoulders and admired how your legs rested on them.

As he began to move inside again, you only stared at his face, and the illuminating orange colour of the lighting on him.

He was thrusting hard, trying to surpress feeling with the way his hips roughly met yours, with the way his lips moved with yours.

Your underwear dangled off your ankle as he pounded inside your pussy, leaving you shaking under him.

“I’m— I’m close”

Draco grunted, and his hand slid between both your bodies, drawing tight circles where the two of you met, “Cum for me”

And for him, you did. For him, you cried, and unraveled pleasure beneath him. Tears right at your eyes, like pearls decorating them, and your sobs and pants like melodies to his ears.

He pulled out quick, panting as he came and stained your flawless skin with his sin. His cum spilled over your belly and spread down to your pussy.

He panted near your shoulder and kissed it, feeling adoration come to surface, that one thing he’d tried to deny.

But all he could see was how the world was much more better and beautiful when you were present in his eyes, or in his arms.

And it was amidst all the lust and vexation, that you knew; knew that you were still almost as much in love as the first time the rays of the sun ever reached the earth— the first time you ever felt love for him sear through you.

His forehead rested against yours, and maybe it was the heat of the situation, but that possessiveness was appealing. You wanted it, you wanted him.

Draco kissed your cheek, “I want you back” and to that, you answered with a smile, a dimple forming right where he’d kissed away any doubts to not be called his.

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Crybaby

Summary: Reader cries because of lack of attention and Draco finally gives in to comfort her.

Warnings: Smut. Draco is just big and strong lol. Innocence & hand kink. Fingering. Dom!Draco. Crybaby!Reader. This is super short and a little rushed, srry :(

a/n: hi i am back after 20 days, i got some of the inspiration to write this after listening to crybaby, so everyone go steam it. enjoy :p

NAVIGATION

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There was that pout, and your fists— curled— and eyes teary, and your throat dry.

It had to have been an infinite amount of times you’d called for him, but he’d shake his head, swipe his eyes over you for a mere moment, and return to whatever activities he was doing.

Now there was that cry caught in your mouth— and you were pressing your lips together into that hard flat line to contain your sobs— but they fell through your efforts— and that immediately got his attention.

“Baby? What’s wrong?” He sounded worried, but it felt like a joke to you, you didn’t look back at him or answer him as he stood up from his seat and went to grab you.

You hated being a crybaby, but in all honesty, you were right to be in this position right now. He’d payed no mind to you, shoved you aside, all until you were crying, and wiping away your tears yourself, despite his being present.

“Love. Love. I’m here, can y’look at me?” His voice was gentle— apologetic— as he bent down, settled his legs on the couch, and sat you up to straddle him.

Draco’s hand rested behind your head, patting you softly and pulling you into his chest, kissing your forearms, and whispering into your skin. “Darling, m’sorry, I swear I was just joking”

Your sobs didn’t falter as you spoke softly, “Am I annoying you?” You said, still covering your face.

“No! Not at all, I was playing around, I’m so sorry for ignoring my love.”

His hand put away yours from your face, intently staring at you, and giving you a warm smile. Draco wiped away your tears using his sleeves, guilt bubbling in him as he cleaned the tears he’d formed, “I’m sorry” He repeated, resting his head against yours, “Can you please forgive me? I’ll do anything”

You giggled lightly, and nodded, “I forgive you”

“Good girl. Now, what do you want?”

You sniffled, fumbling with his tie nervously, “I jus’ needed you— to take care of me however”

From the stuttering syllables, and shy behaviours, he picked up where you exactly needed him.

He chuckled into your hair, giving both your eyelids a kiss as his big hands held your waist and he picked you up with ease.

You aligned your lips with his, and his kissed him ravenously as he stalked towards his bed and put you down on it. His lips were like clouds that felt like they’d been danced on by angels.

Draco pressed his tongue inside you, swiping it over yours, and teasing your lips with his teeth, and then as you just got indulged in it. He pulled away and left you wanting again.

At your expression, he laughed and gave you back a small peck.

His hands pulled up his your hoodie to reveal your soft tummy and your navy blue underwear.

“Pretty” he muttered, and he rested his soft lips on your neck, and ran a finger through the outline of your slit, gently tracing your folds and feeling the slight dampness of it.

“Is this what you need taken care of?” Draco said, cupping your cunt, and staring into your wide eyes.

“Y—yeah” You meekly said as he smirked and part your legs further.

His heavy hand rubbed you over your panties, putting pressure on your clit and he made circles around it. Your gasps going up as his movements got more and more intense.

You fingers went up to grab his silver strands of hair. Pulling at them as he pulled your knickers down your legs, and threw them on the floor. Staring at your pussy hungrily.

Your cheeks burned in shame. He bent down to give your core a little kiss— inhaling your scent as he did so— and then coming back up to your face.

“Draco” You softly gasped as he pulled apart your lips with his fingers, and revealed the pretty flesh.

He shut you up with his lips, kissing you hard as his hand worked over your pussy to give you the best orgasm possible.

As he were kissing you, you felt his hand slip between the two of you, and pulled away from him to look down and there you found his pulling off his silver rings— very much to your dismay.

He stared at you confusingly as you quickly reached down and removed his hands from one another.

“What—?” He asked, pinching his brows.

“I want you too keep them on. Please?”

Fuck. He’d sell his entire estate, his soul, if you ever asked him like that— or in any other way really. He was as dedicated as an angel was to be.

“Right, of course I will”

Then without any wait, or hesitancy, his fingers shoved inside, and immediately curled to find that euphoric spot.

You squealed, and creamed around his fingers as they scissored inside of you, opening you up for when he’d give you the bigger reward.

His held your hips in place as he started to thrust his digit faster. Those rings which you’d asked him too keep provided that extra pleasure which you’d expected.

They were cool around your entrance and inside of you, burning through you, as he expertly worked his hand.

As his thumb fell over your clit, your thighs jolted, and your hand went down to grab his.

Tears brimmed your eyes again, and they filled the path of the previously dried up tears.

Draco looked down at you so so lovingly, that the black avid iris of his eyes might as well have been painted with with outlines of hearts. He had literal heart eyes sparking in him for you.

“Why are you still crying baby?” He smiled, increasing the pace of his hand. “I’m giving you attention now, aren’t I?”

“Just, fe—feel— too goood” You whimpered, curling your hands around his tie, and bucking your hips into his hand.

The coil in your belly spread warmer, and your thighs shook hard around his arms, by that, he knew that you were close to your much needed orgasm.

His fingers pumped into your pussy more, and he used his other hand to rub circles on that sensitive cluster of nerves, when his lips crashed on yours— you only saw and felt cosmos.

Crying out against his mouth, you reached your climax and came on his fingers hard. Riding his palm as you reached the end. Panting and trying to catch your breath as he stared at you mesmerized.

“Atta girl” He praised, pulling his fingers out from your cunt and putting them into his mouth. Groaning at the sweet taste of you as you shyly smiled up at him.

“M’sorry— for crying”

“S’okay, I love my crybaby”

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Obsessed

Summary: Head canon of Draco having a tit kink.

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

a/n— I'm literally 12 followers away from 300. GET ME THERE.

Navigation.

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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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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Ownership

Kinktober Index

Summary: You’re gifted as a prize to Draco. You’re his. He owns you and that’s your only purpose. Kinktober - 3.

Warnings: Smut. Dark Themes. Ownership. Sir kink, Breeding kink, Blowjob, Virgin reader. Mentions of the reader being Draco’s property. Possessiveness. Dark!Draco.

Note: Draco’s supposed to be a high ranking death eater in this fic. So keep in mind that it might have some depictions of that. But he’s soft with the reader :’)

a/n: oh to be draco's property </3

NAVIGATION

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“Enjoy her mate. She’s all yours” Theodore Nott is quite enthusiastic in the way he speaks about you. Draco wonders whatever has his him so hyped up. Whether you truly where the winsome angel they claimed you to be.

He gives him a nod, and then clicks open the door.

When his gaze falls upon you, he understands the infatuation. Truly; you were a gift, not just from him friends— but from whatever lies above.

Perfect and his.

You’re kneeling, hands resting on your thighs, head down, dolled up in a black lingerie. A silver bow rests at the base of your throat. And on it was carved D.M.

“Hello bug, have you been waiting for my arrival?”

Only then, do your eyes look up. And you gasp slightly; you’d heard about his attractiveness, but to have him present in front of you, it was entirely ethereal.

He had different shades of grey painted on him. Hair platinum, eyes silver, skin pale. He was much more taller than the last time you’d seen him, and the mass of him now muscular and broad.

Beautiful, like an angel, yet dangerous like a devil.

“Love?”

“I– uh... terribly sorry sir. I have been waiting for you”

He smirks, then swiftly removes his black coat jacket. It hangs over a chair as he then walks off to sit over an armchair. As if it were a throne.

“Come ‘ere darling”

His eyes never once fall from you as you saunter over to him. As soon as you reach him, he grabs you by your waist and pushes you on his lap.

“You know who I am right?” His hands grope and squeeze along your curves, but his face is fixed on yours.

“I do” You murmur softly, fumbling with the fabric of his slacks. You did know who he was— he was the royalty of the wizarding world. The youngest death eater of all time.

You knew who he was— ruthless; cold; dangerous.

Draco tightens his grips on your plump bum, certain to have you bruised and marked.

He’s always been quite possesive but never infatuated “So pretty, and all mine” he deems, brushing his nose along your cheekbone.

“All yours sir”

He was dreaded by all. But here you were in the embrace of Draco Malfoy you’d found sweetness within the bitterness that he was.

He kissed you. Hard possesive kisses that had you gasping for air. It wasn’t a romantic loving kiss— but rather a soul burning one that had your chest hurting.

They trail down to your shoulders; hot wet kisses; his hand wrapping around your throat and his rings caused a shiver to run through you.

“Have you done this before?” He asked, eyebrows arching in question, “Never, sir”

If you thought you’d already seen the darkness that resided within him, you were wrong— his eyes seemed to have turned entirely black.

“Get on your knees blossom, I’ll tell you what to do”

You do that at once, and fall down onto the cold wooden floor. You stare up at him in innocence, waiting for him next move.

He quickly has his hands on his belt, it clicks and ruttles and then his pants are pushed down to his knees. His length already hard in his boxers as you yank them down.

You watered at the sight of him so long, so thick, so gorgeous. “Look at you, already drooling like a dumb baby”

Malfoy grips you by the back of your head. Pushing your face against his length. “Put it in your mouth hmm”

You do exactly that, taking his length down your throat as much as you could without gagging, “That’s it, fuck, now just suck yeah?”

Your mouth wraps around him, suckling lightly before he encourages you to go faster, bobbing your face on his cock more expertly.

He cups your face gently as you take his lenght deeper, swirling your tongue on his base. “There it is, you’re a natural, bunny”

When you look up at him, his face is scrunched up in pleasure, soft grunts escaping his parted lips, but his eyes were wide open and staring down at you.

You bob your head faster, sucking even harder than before, “Fucking hell I’m–” his climax was right on the edge, until he suddenly pulls away before he could that sweet fucking releif.

A whine comes from you as he parts his cock from your mouth, “D–did I do– do it wrong?”

“No bug, just wanna cum inside you”

Draco has you hauled up on his lap before he slams you down on his bed, staring at you with dark avid eyes. He strips down in a hurry, wanting to corrupt you and fuck your innocence out of you.

“Move your panties aside baby, let me see that pretty pussy”

Your hand trails down to your underwear, and then moves them to the side. He groans as he sees your cunt dripping and throbbing— only for him, it will only ever be him.

The head of his cock rubs onto your folds, teasing you until you were whimpering and babbling in need.

He pushed inside slow, cooing in your ear as your hole fluttered around him.

“So perfect, bug” He mused, kissing your tears away as you struggled to take much of him. Shaking in bliss already.

You dug your nails into his back, leaving red bruises as he began to move “Too much sir” you whimpered as he pulled your hips flush against his.

“Can’t take it?” He mocked, kneading your tits through your bra. There was fire in his touch, it had you burning everytime his skin moved with yours.

Slowly, the pace, the act turned into something much more impure. It was rough now, his kisses and his bites on your flesh. His thrusts and his movements.

“Such a good little cunt. I’ll be fucking it everyday goddamn day now, you hear me? You’re mine”

Yours, yours, yours. You said it against him as you kissed his chest and raked your nails across the lines of him and bucked your hips in rhythm with his.

“M’gonna fuck a baby in you alright? And you’re gonna take it like a good girl”

He was pounding into you now. You were crying and sobbing from how fucking good it felt. It was a wonderful feeling. To belong to him. To please him and have him do it back.

He thrust several more times and then you came with a cry, panting and trembling as he lowly hissed and fell apart on top of you. Giving your every last drop of it.

“Mine, you’ll always be mine now”

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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.

dating draco headcannons pleasee

𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

a/n: favourite blondie and tysm for requesting, p.s requests are open luv you, teddy

currently playing- forever favourite by t i y a

warnings- none i think-, suggestive thoughts at mos, i believe its gender neutral but there are mentions of the hips and waist? do what you will with that information

he's such a dashing boy i swear to merlin-

okay so starting of i know how he comes of as a idgaf and i don't show love to anyone but my mummy when i get tucked into bed

BUT if you tell me that he is not an absolute simp for you then i will come and find you cause baby you deserve the simp, even if it slightly resembles a ferret

but everyone knew before u oml. Blaze be tellin everyone but you. its giving "i know something you don't knoww"

bestie is smitten with you but he's so confident about it, like he knows you're into assholes who are simps for u

you get lots of advances, don't lie. Draco is usually very confident about you cause he knows he is the one. he is it

but obviously Malfoy has a jealous streak and i am here for it.

i think of him as to be morally gray, you always had a thing for those (remember kids this is only for fictional characters)

he loves you and he's gonna make it everyone's problem

attention whore Draco Malfoy all the way mfs. he just has to bask in your attention, its a need not a want

HIS WINKS. they are so adorable and it just opens up a zoo

his hands everywhere. thighs, waist, hips. everywhere.

just very touchy

okaokau his way of flirting will be so top notch, he'll will be the most massive flirt but i can see him also flirting w insults in the initial phase.

like a third year malfoy trying so hard to get you attention but not confident enough to fully just flirt

but most of the time people cant tell if you're flirting or arguing

yk he's always looking at you (when will it be my turn)

his go to would be the origamis and you would keep them cause they smell like his cologne

next comes the vibe, this man has the big dick energy oh my god. he gives the old rich boy vibes and you live to see him suits heheh

he literally could get you anything u want so miss you're pampered

fussy blond who needs you to keep him in check is the only way to describe it

quidditch matches. he looks so fine in them god help me

he may be a seeker but he's your golden snitch (get it, cause he's blonde, I'm funny okay)

steel those jerseys, its gonna be your last name anyway

he's so good u wish u could ride him like dat

would do you to your favourite song

*added to the friend group*

forget boyfriend material, he's husband material

falling asleeep om malfoy

𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨

fandom- Harry Potter

pairing(s)- draco malfoy

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

requested- yes

currently playing- forever favourite

warnings- none i think-

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

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

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

why was he so nervous talking to his friends huh?

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

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

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

is she comfortable? where do i keep my hand?

am i comfortable for her?

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

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

his world was in his arms.

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"

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.