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draco malfoy x gryffindor!reader

*requested

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

prompt list.

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.❞

an arranged marriage to draco malfoy

draco malfoy x pureblood gryffindor!reader

The ring is heavier than he’d anticipated

A pocket full of posies searing through the threads of his trousers, biting and bruising and burning his flesh

He’s sixteen, and the world is just beginning to weigh heavy on his shoulders

But the ring

The ring

Nothing quite compares to the weight of the promise in his pocket, the premonition of a dreadfully bloody epilogue

Because once upon a time on a mid-June afternoon when the sun is high and the air is warm, he takes the ring from his pocket and slips it over her finger

He swipes a thumb across the back of her hand and kisses each delicate jut of her knuckles, watches her blush like a rose beneath the microscope of the sun

She smiles, and Draco wishes he could capture it and hold on to it forever

But even the light of a firefly soon dies out and summer comes to a close, thunder fading in the distance and colors falling from the trees

The world is spinning out of proportion, tilting on its axis, slipping from his grasp

And it all comes undone with a gasp from his lips, a sharp jab to his ribs, a faint shiver in his bones

He can feel his blood running cold, can feel the water rising past his knees, can feel the ribbon-thin curl of ink spilling into his bloodstream

It’s not long before he’s drowning in the nightmares

Because a war is brewing, is dancing along the horizon, an epic contrast against the charcoal smoke bleeding out across the sky

But there's a girl with a ring on her finger waiting on the other side, and Draco can't help but wonder how things would have turned out had he been on the winning side from the start

They’re married on a mid-June afternoon when the sun is high and the air is warm

He takes her hands in his, slips a ring over her finger, watches the sunlight catch and shatter and fade away

Thinks that maybe, just maybe, everything will be okay

I want to request a Draco Malfoy x Gryffindor! reader please: despite being a close friend to the golden trio, the reader and Malfoy has this playful ‘who can get a rise out of each other’ type of relationship so they tease & banter with each other on any chance that they get. What if one day the reader decided to steps up her game and steals one of Malfoy’s slytherin tie with his initials on it and proudly wears it around Hogwarts and it just bothers him soo much!

The Forsaken Tie | Draco Malfoy x Reader

Word Count: 2,832 words

Warnings: cursing, making out, teasing

Requested: Sorry ran out of word count :( can it also included a jealous Malfoy and then ended with some makeout session before he finally has the guts to ask her out please? Thank you so much <3 @queenofmankind

September 27th, 1995. The Gryffindor Common Room. 9:57 pm.

You let your head roll back, letting out a frustrated sigh. You had spent the last 3 hours listening to Hermione and Ron bickering, and while you loved them to death, this was a bit ridiculous. Your eyes flickered off to the side eyeing Harry, whose eyebrows were furrowed, eyes flickering between the red head and the bushy haired girl. Leaning over to whisper something in his ear, resting your free hand on his shoulder, "I don't know about you, but I think Fred told me a little something about the elves making a killer cheesecake-"

"Say no more," Harry rushed out grabbing a hold of his wand, and your hand making a run for it. Loud giggles left your lips, trying to keep up with the dark haired boy's long strides. The wide grin on his face made you smile, letting yourself slow down looping your arm through his enjoying the long awaited peace and quiet, "Thank you. I think if I had stayed a couple seconds longer, I would have torn my hair out of my head,"

"I don't understand it. One second they're giving one another the love stricken eyes," Harry snorted, pushing his glasses further up the bridge of his nose keeping your paces pretty steady as you guys made your way down to the kitchens, "And the next, they're at each other's throats!"

"How long do you think they're going to be arguing for until they noticed we've gone?"

"Probably when someone comes down from the dorms shouting at them for keeping them up-"

"Well, well... what do we have here?" The sound of someone interrupting you made you guys tense up, turning around to face the sound of the voice coming face to face with Draco. Your heart felt like it had stumbled over itself, swallowing back the rest of your sentence crossing your arms over your chest. The air around the three of you had thickened tremendously, feeling the tension between you and the blonde who was eyeing you like a hawk. Harry stiffened beside you, subtly moving in closer to you his hand resting on the small of your back now as you both stared down the Slytherin. The second Harry set his hand on your back, you felt the burning oh Draco’s stare, "Two Gryffindors out of bed past curfew... 10 points from Gryffindor."

"Oh shut it, Malfoy."

"Make me, Potter. As you may or not may have noticed-"

"Yes, Malfoy. We're all quite aware. We heard your voice loud and clear in the Great Hall as you announced your news to the whole wide world. Maybe you'd like to use sonorus next time?” The blonde's head snapped towards yours, his face flushing pink his mouth opening and closing as he tried to come up with a comeback. You smirked, looking over at Harry who hadn't removed his gaze off of Draco. "Come on, H. Look, I'll head off to the kitchens and grab some cheesecake and you go and tell Hermione and Ron that if they aren't finished bickering by the time I get back that-"

"-you will throw their asses in a bin. Got it." Harry smiled down at you, removing his grip off of you stalking off to the Gryffindor Common Room leaving you and Draco alone. The second you could no longer hear Harry's footsteps you let down your facade, shoving the blonde who just smirked at you.

"You asshole. Why'd you have to take points? I would very much like to win the House Cup this year,"

"It's not my fault, if you hadn't been out past curfew with Potter then maybe you'd still have those 10 points," He murmured, letting his eyes scale you up and down noticing you weren't wearing your usual attire. A pair of shorts covered your legs, along with an oversized hoodie that seemed quite familiar. A smile tugging at his lips as he realized it to be the one he let you borrow after the Yule Ball. It was his only article of muggle clothing, so no one had seen him wear it except for you which is why he had no problem lending you the hoodie.

"You got something against Potter, Malfoy?" You teased knowing the blonde was jealous of your relationship with his enemy, letting your fingers trail up his arms, patting yourself on the back mentally as you saw how much that had affected him. He practically became puddy in your hands.

"N-no. Why would I?"

"Oh no reason. Well, I should go and get Harry that cheesecake... see you later, Mal," You had leaned into him, your hands resting happily on his chest tugging him close your lips brushing against his ear. He shivered, willing his hands to not grip your waist and press his lips onto yours. Hastily pulling away from his tall frame, making your way down the stairs determined to grab a couple slices of cheesecake a smile on your lips as you thought about his gorgeous grey eyes shaking your head at the thought of crashing your lips together knowing it would never happen. Harry would kill the boy 1,000 times before coming for you next.

December 8th, 1995. The Great Hall. 1:08 pm.

You currently were trying to de-escalate a petty disagreement between Ron and Hermione knowing it would quickly become an argument before you felt someone tap your shoulder, turning your head around watching a blur of Slytherin robes walk past you. You excused yourself, knowing well they probably didn't even know you were there, hurriedly making your way out of the Great Hall, popping one last grape into your mouth chewing happily looking around for the blonde almost letting out a scream as you were dragged into an invisible corridor a hand wrapped around your wrist. At the sight of a familiar pair of grey eyes you relaxed, but not before smacking the blonde upside the head which made him whine rubbing the sore spot.

"You asshole. I didn’t even know this corridor existed, I thought I was going to die,"

"Sorry. I didn't know how else to get you to your attention,"

"Maybe a simple, 'Hey!' would do," He rolled his eyes at your sarcastic remark, chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully trying to think of how he was going to word his next question feeling his face starting to grow red, "What was so important that you needed to steal me out of lunch for?"

"Well... I have a question." You felt yourself stiffen, your hands scrambling to fiddle with the hem of your sweater peering up at the blushing Slytherin. Merlin... is he-is he about to- your thoughts were interrupted at the sound of Hermione yelling at the top of her lungs her insults aimed at the red head. A loud sigh left your lips knowing you had to go and see what in the world was going on this time, mentally cursing at yourself.

"I'm so sorry, Mal. I have to make sure Hermione doesn't kill Ron. I'm fairly certain she wouldn't like to end up in Azkaban." A loud sigh of relief left Draco's lips nodding at your words, giving you a soft smile as your ran off to chase after your friends. Maybe after the Christmas Holidays... yeah, after Christmas. He ran his fingers through his gelled hair, straightening up his school uniform before briskly making his way back into the Great Hall with his signature smug look.

December 18th 1995. The Slytherin Common Room. 11:53 pm.

"Yes!" You smirked down at the silky fabric twirling it in between your fingers, almost forgetting the boy who stood behind you with a teasing glint in his eyes. You stuffed the fabric into the pocket of your hoodie, closing the drawer with a satisfied hum spinning on your heels to face Theodore Nott who had his hands tucked into his dark wash jeans eyeing you, "I got it,"

"I can see that, but what exactly is it that you got?"

"You'll see when classes start back up. And to prove it to you, I'll come to you first thing in the morning." You flashed him a wide grin, pulling the sleeves down on the grey hoodie covering your hands with the sleeves. He just smiled down at the bubbly Gryffindor motioning towards the dorm door, following after you as he led you into the Common Room with ease his hands gently placed on the small of your back leading you to the door before coming to a stop right as he went to open it.

"You know, if it weren't for the fact that Herbology would be an absolute nightmare without you, I wouldn't be doing this," He mused, his dimples poking out as he watched you let out a loud laugh shaking your head at the Nott boy. You chewed on your bottom lip to stop yourself from grinning, peering up at him.

"You love me, Nott. Now let me out. I'm in the mood for some cookies,"

"Whatever you say, love. Goodnight. Please be careful,"

"Aren't I always, Nott?"

January 9th, 1995. Outside The Slytherin Common Room. 7:32 am.

You felt your body practically vibrating, nerves flowing through your body a small smile on your face, rocking back and forth on your heels your satchel feeling heavier than usual as you stood waiting for a familiar face.

Nearly knocking out the tall boy who had cleared his throat, turning your whole body towards him a wave of relief washing over you. He chuckled at your reaction, before choking on his own saliva as he looked down at the tie wrapped around the collar of your bright white button up. A loud giggle left your lips as you untucked the tie from the vest showing the bright green and black stripes of the silky tie.

The brunette made his way over to you his fingers taking a hold of the tie, a smirk growing on his lips.

"Is this..."

“Yes... the ‘forsaken’ tie. Stolen from yours truly, Mr. Malfoy." The Nott boy let out a loud laugh, throwing his head back as he thought of the look on Malfoy's face as he saw the girl he's been crushing on for years wearing his tie for the whole school to see, "That's not even the best part. His initials are so graciously placed for the whole world to see,"

"That is bloody brilliant. I would love nothing more than to chat with you love, but I have to go wake up the rest of the lot. But come by later and we’ll talk all about it. Sound alright?"

"Of course! Oh, and Nott? Tell Malfoy to make sure his tie is properly tied,"

January 9th, 1995. The Great Hall. 9:10 am.

"Hey! Did you hear about- woah... what are you wearing?"

"Malfoy's tie," You replied nonchalantly, scooping some yogurt into your bowl tossing some fruit on top. The sound of Ron and Harry choking on their juice made you smirk, shoveling a spoonful into your mouth to avoid talking to them. The feeling of someone grabbing your wrist forced you to look up, locking eyes with a pair of vibrantly green eyes swallowing the yogurt down, "Yes?"

"Don't 'yes' me. Why are you wearing Malfoy's tie? You guys are always bickering, you guys are worse than Ron and-" You scoffed, arching one of your eyebrows as you ate another grape, Harry stopped to think correcting himself, "-okay maybe not that bad. But what the hell?"

"H, it's nothing. Don't worry about it,"

"Well, he and I are going to worry about it. He's a complete asshole. Oh no...don't tell me you guys slept together-"

"I swear, if you guys slept together, I will hex his ass into oblivion." The dark haired boy spat out through his teeth, his eyes darkening flickering behind him standing up out of nowhere his stance stiff. You turned around facing a blonde who looked to appear seething, his hand gripping his wand so tightly his knuckles were stark white.

"You let her go this instant," Draco's stone hard eyes flickered down to you, his lips parting at the sight of one of his ties wrapped around your neck taking a step forward to grasp the fabric before being shoved back by Harry whose face was also flushed.

"Don't touch her, you ferret."

"She's not yours, Potter."

"Well, she would much rather choose me over you."

"How. Dare. You-"

"Okay! Malfoy, let's go." You grabbed a hold of his much larger hand, hastily dragging him out of the Great Hall in order to stop the seething boy from hexing the 'Chosen One' managing to catch the eyes of many as they saw the infamous 'Slytherin Prince' and one of Harry Potter's best friends hand in hand. Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors were at a lost for words as they had seen one of their own willingly be around a Slytherin. You let out a relieved sigh once you had closed the door to the empty classroom, glancing at the blonde whose face was no longer a bright shade of red.

"Is this the year for all the guys to go batshit crazy? Did you finally hit puberty, Mal?"

"Where did you get my tie?" The flustered boy breathed out, his eyes never leaving sight of the fabric wrapped snug against you neck. Your hands reached up to fiddle with the silky fabric, tugging at it so it came undone letting the tie rest on your hands as you peered up at him. His eyes had darkened significantly, his bottom lip trapped in between his teeth as he eyed your pouty lips.

"Nott let me into your room, and I stole it." You felt your hands getting antsy, as the boy took a step towards you. “W-what are you doing?”

His eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort, making the bold move to cup your face with his hand letting the other hand rest warmly on your hip feeling your breath hitch, "Can I kiss you? I won't if you don't want me to. It's completely understandable if you don’t! You know on the other hand I think I heard someone calling me actually-"

"Bloody hell, Malfoy. You talk too much," You took matters into your own hands tossing his tie onto an empty desk pressing your lips against his hungrily. Wrapping your arms around his neck, his arms wrapping around your waist pulling your body flush against his toned frame. His hands gripped your hips, his thumbs digging in deeper as you tugged at his blonde locks. He let out a breathy moan, clawing at your sweater trying to intake as much of the moment as he could.

"I've been dreaming of this moment since you tipped your bowl of pasta over my Yule Ball suit," A loud laugh left your swollen lips at his comment shaking your head, parting from the Slytherin boy whose warm breath fanned over your face a tiny smile on his bruised lips, "Did I ruin the moment?"

"Just a bit,"

"I'm sorry... but if it helps, your plan backfired and you ended up getting yourself dirty as well,” He untangled himself from you, running his fingers through his ruffled blonde hair before looking over at you an readable expression on his face. You tilted your head at him, motioning him to continue speaking, "I um... I have a question."

A wide smile covered your face, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from giggling at the nervous boy who was rubbing the back of his neck, "Yes, Malfoy?"

"I was wondering if you... would you like to go out with me?" He grinned, his hands taking a hold of yours tugging you close his eyes peering down at the growing smile on your face. You shook your head at him, letting out a loud sigh.

"That's a pretty tough question, I think I'm going to have to get back to you on that-"

"Don't even start,"

"I'm just messing with you, Mal." An idea came to mind, wrapping your fingers around his tie tugging him to you pressing your body against his, Draco's eyes wide feeling all the blood rush down from his brain as he saw you with a mischievous glint in your eyes. "I'd love nothing more than to go out with you..."

"Good... now how do you feel about skipping today and put these ties to good use?"

"Malfoy!"

"What?”

"You're a prefect!"

"And...?" The silence that came afterwards seemed to prove his point, smirking down at you letting out an appreciative hum as you pressed a soft kiss to his awaiting lips trying to deepen the kiss before you pulled away making your way to the door.

"You should close your mouth or else you'll catch pixies,"

The blonde clamped his mouth shut watching his girl walk out the door, shaking his head as he picked up the extra tie about to shove it into his pocket before he noticed something by his initials. Beside his initials were your initials with a little heart by it, making his heart swell a smile on his chiseled features. You are going to be the death of me, he thought to himself hurrying to his classroom a permanent smile not etched onto his face.

a/n: thank you so much for this request! i had so much fun writing this where i wrote it all in one sitting. i hope you like it! lots of love <3

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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