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What if Draco got jealous of Cedric? Will they both fight? Or will Draco not care?

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Love triangle | D.M.

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Warning:Anger,bad language

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Summary:You and Draco have taken a break from your relationship and the voice has already spread all along the school.Cedric Diggory,who has been loving you since you met,takes his chance but Draco isn’t so easy to get rid off.

<<Sorry if I’m late,Cedric,but professor McGonagall didn’t want to let us go...she was so busy talking in today’s lesson. She gave me an headache>> you giggled,sitting beside the boy <<Don’t worry about it,it’s fine...actually I’ve just arrived>> <<So I wasn’t the only one late,today>> <<Exactly!>> Cedric exclaimed,laughing with such a sweet smile. It felt like a sunshine in your busy day.

<<What do we have to talk about,today?>> Cedric demanded <<Actually I haven’t even got the name of that fucking plant,but I know it’s chapter five...>> you replied,a little bit embarrassed. You had a lot of troubles in studying Herbology,you couldn’t understand a single word of what the professor said but luckily Cedric had offered you to help you studying.

Cedric shrugged his shoulders and laughed,opening the book <<Don’t worry,Herbology can be really annoying sometimes>> he reassured you holding your hand <<Not for you,I know you’re one of the best in your class>> <<I’ve never told you. How do you know so many things about everyone,Y/n?>> he asked <<I have my secret weapons>> you replied.

You had just left the library as you were walking to potion class. <<Are you studying or are you flirting?>> a sudden voice made you stop and turn back,your eyes met Draco’s icy ones <<Excuse me?>> you demanded <<I have my secret weapons-Draco talked in an high-pitched voice mocking you-that’s ridiculous>> he mumbled <<Were you spying on us?>> you asked again,your eyebrows furrowed and your arms crossed <<Me? Spying on you when I’m actually dating a new,pretty,hot,girl like Astoria Greengrass? Oh my fucking God do you really think I’m still into you? God no sweetie,the world doesn’t revolve around you. I was there studying but I suppose you were so busy flirting with that less than average boy you didn’t even notice I was there. So sad. You’ve fallen down. However I was here just to remind you not to be so embarrassing,you won’t date him acting like a dumb bitch. Have a good day.>> he laughed and walked away,leaving you there,blinking your eyes in confusion <<I can’t believe I was dating him>> you rolled your eyes and run to potion class to not be late.

The days went by,you and Cedric started becoming closer. You began to sit near each other during lunch,you studied together even the subject you both were good at and slowly became friends,but you knew Cedric had feelings for you,everyone knew it,Draco included. And what about that blonde Slytherin? He had been ignoring you for weeks now,he was leaving in his world where he was the king of Hogwarts and Astoria was his queen. They became the popular couple because they were hot and so much into each other. You thought Draco was into Astoria more than he was into you when you were dating,and you didn’t know whether to be happy he had forgotten you or to be so disappointed because apparently you weren’t so important anymore,and,maybe,you had never been.

You looked at the bracelet made in sapphire and emerald Draco gifted you with for your first anniversary:you didn’t know why but you were still wearing it,you couldn’t get rid of that jewel.

“It’s as shiny as your eyes”

You remembered what Draco had told you when you were opening it,sighing and asking yourself if he gave something similar to Astoria as well. Suddenly you remembered that Cedric was waiting for you in the courtyard <<Fuck!>> you mumbled,looking at the clock hung on the wall of your bedroom and then running away.

<<I thought you weren’t coming,Y/n>> Cedric smiled as soon as he had seen you <<I’m sorry-you scratched your head-I didn’t see the clock>> you muttered <<Are you okay?-he asked-you seem quite distracted>> he replied,pointing at your tie which wasn’t tied. You gulped and looked at it <<Oh my God,I’m so silly>> you were about to tie it but Cedric preceded you.

He stood up and took the cloth of the tie,tiding it slowly. You looked at him:he was so close. You eyes jumped from an angle to another of his face:he was so pretty. His eyes were as deep as the ocean and as warm as the light of the sun,his lips were thin and so kissable. You loved to see them curving in smiles. <<Done>> Cedric soft spoken,still close to you. You stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds and then he showed one of his pretty smiles,making your heart flutter as he touched your nose with his finger.

<<Enough,Diggory>> a voice suddenly broke up the sweet moment. Cedric lifted up his head,looking behind you <<Fuck off Malfoy. Go away,it’s none of your business>> <<None of my business?>> Draco growled <<Right,none of your business!>> you exclaimed. The boy laughed and walked towards you. <<Then if it’s none of my business tell me why you’re still wearing the bracelet I gave you. Uh? You’re not dumb,If you wanted to take it off you would have done it a long ago...but you didn’t>> <<The fuck are you talking about? What am I supposed to do? Throw away a bracelet made in emerald and sapphire? I wouldn’t do it even if it was from my worst enemy!>> you replied <<Then give it back>> Draco smirked,teasing you <<How can you be so rude,Malfoy?>> Cedric growled <<Do you want me to punch you in that pretty face?>> Draco demanded,lifting up one eyebrow;Cedric laughed <<Show me,you asshole>>.

Draco grabbed Cedric from the shoulders and pushed him,the back of the Hufflepuff violently hit the ground,making a suffocated noise. The two students were now pushing and hitting each other,rolling on the floor to decide who was the strongest. They yelled curses against each other until Malfoy grabbed Cederic’s neck,blocking the boy on the ground. <<If it’s not enough I can kill you right now!>>.

<<Stop,stop! You’re not animals!>> you shouted in fear,grabbing Draco by the hood of his black robe,taking him away from Cedric.

<<Are you fucking mad?>> you shouted,slapping the boy’s face <<Fuck off>> he mumbled. You offered your hand to the Hufflepuff and helped him standing up <<I’m so sorry,are you okay?>> you checked on him <<It’s not your fault and I’m fine thanks. Just a few bruises here and there>> Cedric tried to tone the things down but you knew that nothing was as fine as he said <<Let’s go to- >> your sentence got cut off.

Draco stood up,pushed Cedric away and grabbed your waist gently,kissing you on the lips. A hand caressing the side of your neck. <<Choose>> he said <<What?>> you asked <<Choose. I’m tired of pretending I don’t care about you anymore! I’m tired of pretending I like Astoria when the only thing I keep thinking about is you!>> the light of anger in Draco’s icy eyes had already left,leaving a space to a sad one. <<Let’s talk about it once you had brought Cedric to Madame Pomfrey and you had apologised to him>>

roulette.

draco malfoy x gryffindor!reader

*requested

it’s an accident, the way she falls, the way he burns.

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x

Draco meets his match on a nippy October morn. It’s a blur of lurid, cherry lips, fleeting palpitations, splinters digging into palms, and broomsticks stitched across bleeding hearts. She‘s standing in front of the line up with a knife-sharp glare intact and a knee-jerk grin on the ready.

He thought Potter was the enemy.

He just hadn’t met her.

x

She plays rough, dirty. All crimson caked knuckles and midsummer thunderstorms bursting in color across cheekbones.

She gave him his first black eye. He almost thanked her.

“You know, Malfoy, perhaps you should consider trying. That way practice could actually be worthwhile.”

Draco grits his teeth and digs his nails into the neck of his broomstick and squeezes, squeezes, squeezes his eyes shut till his vision bleeds of titian fireworks and shooting stars.

“Well, perhaps you could try winning for once instead of talking big like you Gryffindors are known for doing.“

She smiles, molasses-slow and honey cloy.

He swallows, thick and audible.

“You haven’t won yet, Malfoy.”

It’s not a race. It’s a game.

And Draco intends to win.

Whatever it takes.

x

The opening match of the season takes place on a frostbitten morn in early November. Thick, silver tendrils weave their fingers through Draco’s hair as raindrops hang heavy on his lashes and the earth bruises his cheeks.

As if Draco believed in miracles, Potter split the bones in his wrist mere hours before. He doesn’t know how this came about. He suspects Flint is behind it.

“We need you to take Harry’s place,” Angelina says storming into the Great Hall before the game is set to begin, voice shrill and nerves visibly disheveled. “He managed to break his arm this morning, and you’re the next best on the team.”

He doesn’t expect her to be good.

He doesn’t expect to lose.

x

His heart is pounding in perfect tandem with the crowd, wrought iron veins in a twist beneath the gossamer veil of his wrist. He can feel thunder coiling beneath his feet. The applause is deafening, defeating, bruising, bleeding. Draco believes he might be drowning.

When he finally catches sight of the snitch - hair-trigger and razor-sharp and gold, gold, gold - she’s diving nose first towards the ground. The crowd comes to an asphyxiating standstill.

Draco tells himself she can’t make it, she won’t. She’s going to crash, and she’s going to burn, and she surely won’t, no, she can’t -

She does.

He watches, mesmerized, as gilded gold melts between her fingers, dribbles up her arm, and seeps into her veins. She swerves around, stares him down, smirks, winks, then turns the other way.

Draco never did believe in miracles.

No, not until today.

x

She snatched the snitch and stole his heart, the once bruising palpitations kicking his chest now nothing more than a tender, bated breath.

“You’ve been distracted, Malfoy,” Flint says one evening after practice. The sound of metal kissing metal grates against Draco’s eardrums and makes him shiver.

“Yeah? How so?” he replies, too tired to look up.

He does anyway.

Flint angles his head and squares his shoulders disproportionately. He’s smirking, the crimson crusted over his lips begins to gleam.

“It’s the girl, isn’t it.”

It’s not a question.

“I’ve hardly noticed her.”

Flint wants to laugh. Draco can see that in the superficial lilt of his lips and the dimple puncturing the center of his right cheek.

He doesn’t believe him.

Draco doesn’t care.

X

Draco tells himself it’s an accident.

Draco knows it’s not an accident.

Knows this because of the glint in Flint’s eye and the way Goyle chuckles just a little too hard after the bludger has been sent flying across the pitch, ending in a breathtaking kiss. He knows it’s not an accident, no. Because she’s fading, falling, spiraling into an abyss. Endless and black and ensnared between the tangled web of space and time.

Draco knows the feeling all too well.

X

When she wakes, the sun is seeping through the filigree and permeating the sheets. Her eyes are bleeding, and her head is spinning, and her ears are ringing, and -

“Good, you’re awake.” a woman says.

She turns her head. Her eyes have stopped bleeding, but the ringing -

God, the ringing is incessant.

“What happened?”

“You had a bad fall during Quidditch practice this morning. Just a couple of bumps and bruises. Nothing to worry yourself over.”

She sinks her teeth into her lips, tastes something bitter, but not blood, no, not exactly.

“That note there is for you, dear. A boy stopped by earlier. Suppose he wanted to check in and see if you were alright.”

“A boy? Was it Harry?” she says, eyes catching fire as the room begins to spin. The words inside her head hardly make sense.

“He was gone before I could get a good look at him, but from what I could see, it wasn’t Mr. Potter.”

She knits her brows, studies the penmanship, knows it’s not Harry’s, no.

She recognizes who it belongs to, yes. Can distinguish languid syllabus and tender vowels dipped in curlicue ink and swiped away in ebony streaks.

Harry never signs his name in cursive.

X

The words are sweaty in her palm, draped across lifelines and stamped into her bloodstream.

Meet me in the Astronomy Tower at midnight, the note reads, vivid, obsidian ink coiling in the late November breeze.

She stumbles across the cedar planks leading to the Astronomy Tower balcony. Stops, stutters, stalls when she sees a sliver of moonlight steal beneath the swell of his lips and the slope of his clavicle.

“Malfoy,” she seethes, narrows her gaze and clutches the tea-stained scrap of parchment in her hand. She can feel crimson streaks racing down her palm.

“You came,” he says, sitting on the edge of the ironclad railing. His fingertips are pressed white hot against the intricate rods.

She thinks he might jump.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come,” he continues after a beat, a spell, a moment stolen, a moment lost, he’s hardly certain.

She crosses her arms across her breast, favors her left leg, says, “There are many things you think of me, Malfoy. But you forget, I prove you wrong quite often.”

He clears his throat, runs his tongue along his lip, can taste something vile and tangible, but not blood, no, not quite.

“Then let me ask you this,” his shadow spills across the floor, heels caressing the walls and hands slipping languidly between the silken threads of his pockets.

The mere conception of it all is vexatious.

“Why are you here?”

She looks up at him with indignation shining brightly in her eyes. When he looks at her the way he’s looking at her now, she doesn’t feel quite so brave or bold or much like a Gryffindor at all.

“I’m tired of pretending,” she whispers tenderly, tiresome, lungs rubbed raw and words bled dry, “It’s hard to hate someone you don’t truly hate.”

He’s quiet for one, two, three -

“I suppose it is rather exhausting,” he replies, shifts his weight from side to side, sees the stars align and then collide, fall, burn all for her, only her, always her.

“If you didn’t think I’d show, why did you even bother asking me to meet you here?”

Draco purses his lips and bites his tongue and digs, digs, digs his nails into his palms. He can feel the lifelines snap and the sapphires shatter. 

And it’s sudden how nothing else matters when he kisses her. All blistering rubies and glistening pearls and blood on his tongue that burns, bubbles, bruises. 

He presses her spine against the woodwork, fits his fingers to her hips, and spells her name across her lips. He can feel the Earth crumble beneath the whorls of his veins like the rubble running down the streets of Pompeii. 

He doesn’t know what it means.

He will.

Draco Malfoy x Reader

❝She snatched the snitch and stole his heart, the once bruising palpitations kicking his chest now nothing more than a tender, bated breath.❞