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Summary: Y/N is cleaning up her dorm before the summer break, her boyfriend Draco decides to keep her company.

Warnings: Kissing, mentions of sexual actions

Gif is made by myself!

Y/N jumped when she heard a knock on her door, not expecting anyone during lunchtime. She decided to skip the meal to have the dorm to herself.

A simple “Come in” came from her mouth before she found herself staring at a familiar blonde in the doorway.

She gave him a quick smile and returned to her drawer, organizing her clothes before putting them in her suitcase.

Draco mumbled something about not being very hungry and bored. Y/N just simply hummed in agreement, not really paying attention. He did not like that.

While moving on to organizing the top of her drawer she suddenly felt a pair of strong arms around her. The breath of her boyfriend, that she felt on the side of her neck, gave her shivers.

“Not really nice of you, not greeting your own boyfriend.” he hinted. Y/N let out a small laugh and turned around, not leaving his embrace. She gave him a quick kiss on his nose, on which he reacted with a smirk. But before he could kiss her properly, she freed herself from his arms.

“Feeling playful today, do we love?” he teased. Y/N on the other hand seemed busy, searching for something in her handbag she usually uses on trips to hogsmeade.

“No, no you need to wait, I have a surprise for you!” she said full of joy. Draco just laughed “You really are something else.” as he sat down on her bed.

He played with his rings, when he spotted Y/N disappearing into the bathroom.

He joked to himself “You better come out in lingerie.”, not expecting Y/N to hear it. “You wish, I am just fixing my make up!”

A few minutes later she came out, almost looking the same but her cheeks were more rosy and she had a red tint on her lips.

“Where’s my surprise?” he asked with a grin on his face. “Get that look off your face, i’m on my period so don’t even think about it.” Draco made a pouty face, which Y/N just replied with a laugh.

Almost 15 minutes later she was finished with her drawer, deciding to take a quick break until finishing with her packing.

She crawled on her bed, where he laid reading a book of hers. “Oh look who finally decided to give me attention.”, he sighed.

She just shook her head with a chuckle before grabbing him by his jaw and tilting his head towards her. She whispered a quick “Hi” before pressing her lips onto his. No tongues, just a passionate kiss. He pulled away after a few seconds “Wait, you taste like cherry.” Y/N laughed and pulled out a cherry flavored chapstick that she kept in her school skirt pocket. “Surprise.” she announced.

Draco grabbed her jaw and kissed her again, pulling her on his lap.

Both of them kissing with a passion until it got more rough. The kiss was now full of lust, both of them not wanting to stop. She damned herself to be on her period right now, knowing that this won’t end anytime soon. She felt him get a little too excited under her as she pulled away “Draco..”

“What, can you blame me darling?” She giggled in reply and kissed him again. Knowing that they needed to stop as soon as lunch break was over. But until then they both wanted nothing more as to drown in cherry.

:)

Y/N and Draco, a different but beautiful couple. No one believed in them except themselves.. until they didn’t.

Warnings: Fem!reader, angst, crying, swearing, mentions of sex

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I fell for a lie. Everything was a lie.

That is what Draco had been thinking the last couple of days.

He felt numb, used, like it was his fate to be unhappy.

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It was a rainy day at hogwarts. Nothing new for them.

Y/N and Draco were considered that couple in school. He was the rich, mean slytherin while she was the complete opposite. It was weird at first, showing their love in front of hundreds of students. Even though they got used to it, the stares never stopped.

“They will never last”

“I bet she is just using him”

“I heard he gave her his family ring”

“look at the necklace she is wearing, it is worth as much as some houses”

Hand in hand they walked through the halls of the castle. The Malfoy family ring decorating her left index finger. A beautiful diamond necklace making her collarbones stand out even more. She was happy, he was happy. All her friends left her after she told them she was seeing him. Draco’s few friends never really cared about him either.

They were all they had.

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He was laying on his dorm bed one evening, Y/N tugged under the blanket. She was sleeping. He enjoyed watching her sleep, it calmed him. He swore to himself she was the most breathtaking person he had ever seen.

He threw his arm around her, putting her head on his chest. Slightly stroking her hair as he let out a breath of relief. Finding time for each other was incredibly hard since they all shared dorms. Blaise and Theo were outside on the quidditch pitch, they enjoyed doing this at night, Draco never understood why.

Sliding his fingers through her hair as he heard that she let a few “hmm”s out. He smiled to himself, knowing how much she enjoyed it when he was playing with her hair.

“Hmm keep doing that, Harry”

It was quiet. He was quiet. All kinds of thoughts ran through his head.

“She cannot be cheating on me, she would never”,

“Why should she say his name like that”,

“Harry?!”

His heart sank as he remembered seeing harry looking at her the last days. He did not care about it at all, he loved making people jealous, especially his enemies.

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“Y/N! There you are, where in merlins beard were you? I have been looking for you for hours!” Draco exclaimed as he saw his witch walking past him in the great hall.

“Oh uhm I was in the library, you know studying” she said, looking caught of guard.

“We do not have any tests in the next 6 weeks, love.” Draco said, putting his hand on her waist and walking with her

“You are right, but better now than too late.” she laughed, her boyfriend chuckled and they went to their table.

When he sat down he saw harry staring at Y/N, he thought nothing of it, well knowing that his girlfriend was beautiful.

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Draco was confused. His girlfriend still sleeping but he was now standing in the middle of the dorm. He was mad. Slowly realizing why she had been so weird to him. It was all a lie, she was the lie. Of course she was, it was all too good to be true. Once again the bloody Malfoy curse got him. He wanted to scream, break something and most definitely find harry. And that is exactly what he did.

Storming out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him not caring about Y/N. He knew where to find harry. Him and his pathetic friends always hung out at the black lake on Saturday evenings. So that is where he went.

“He is fucking dead after that” Draco breathed to himself as he went.

Meanwhile Y/N woke up.

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“You sleep talk, love. Especially about things i was not supposed to know.”

That is what the note said on his bedside table. Y/N read it, hands shaking as she realized what he meant.

“Harry... shit”

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Y/N knew exactly where her boyfriend went. She put on her shoes and ran after him. Tears slowly appearing in her eyes as she ran.

“You were using him”

“You are a bad girlfriend”

“You are a bad person”

“You do not deserve any happiness”

All those phrases flew before her eyes. She stopped running. Leaning against the tall stone wall she let out a sob. She lost him. How could she do something like this.

She stood there a few minutes until she remembered that Draco was probably searching for Harry. She wiped her tears, and started running again. Setting her prayers that both of them were still okay.

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“Oh hey Harry, what’s up?” Y/N asked as she saw him sitting next to her in the library.

“I just wanted to talk to you, I feel like you have been lonely the past weeks.” Harry answered, looking into her eyes.

Y/N was confused, never even once someone except for Draco asked her about her feelings.

“Oh, no no I have been okay, why do you think so?”

“You usually smile a lot, but in the last weeks it was.. different I guess.”

That’s when she opened to him. Telling him all her concerns she had. Since she was dating Draco no one really wanted to talk to her. Harry gave her comfort and the feeling of being accepted and understood.

They kept meeting in the library, usually to talk and study. Both of them became close. She was afraid to tell Draco because she knew how much he despised Harry. One particular afternoon it was too late to tell Draco.

Harry kissed her, she was confused but it was incredibly comforting. She kissed back. All bad thoughts leaving her mind as they kept kissing. They always met in the back corner of the library, that exact table that no one uses and no one can see.

The kiss turned into making out. The making out turned into touching. And the touching turned into more.

Once they were done she left, no words said she just left. Making her way to the bathroom as she was crying. She had just cheated on her boyfriend that she loved.

She loved Draco.

A tear fell down on her ring as she looked at it.

She swore him eternity, that she would never let him down.

But that is exactly what she just did.

Y/N wiped her tears, looked in the mirror and saw nothing but an disgusting person. She hated herself. She buttoned her blouse back up since the first three were open. She saw the marks he left around her chest. The necklace on her neck still shining in innocence. He was going to see. She has to find an excuse. What was she going to do..?

Walking out of the bathroom as if nothing happened Y/N made a deal with herself.

Never talk to Harry again. Pretend that nothing happened. Tell Draco that she was on her period if he tried to undress her.

Her boyfriend catching her eye as she walked through the great hall

“Y/N! There you are, where in merlins beard have you been? I have been looking for you for hours!”

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“Have you touched my girlfriend?”

She heard Draco scream as she got near to where Harry always sat with Ron and Hermione.

“I said have you touched my fucking girlfriend”

There he was. Wand pressed to Harry’s throat. She felt dizzy, helpless.

Both Ron and Hermione stood behind him, looking confused.

“Malfoy I can explain..!”

“You do? Then tell me”

Draco was screaming at him, every time he did Y/N flinched. She let out another sob, tears streaming down her face, her mascara smudged.

That is when he saw her, standing there, shaking, crying. He wanted nothing but too hold her in his arms, he could not. He loved her, but right now he was disgusted of her. She was his witch, his woman, his future, but now all she was, was his beautiful lie.

“Fucking talk!” Draco screamed as he turned his head to look at Harry again.

“Look maybe it is better if you talk to her first..”

“To her?” he said pointing his wand at Y/N and then back to his throat.

“Oh believe me I will talk to her, but right now i just want to know if you touched her.”

“I- we.. we have.. uhm..” Harry stuttered.

“You fucked her?”

“Draco.. please.” Y/N let out, still crying.

Draco did not even look at her, he still looked at Harry. She could see a shimmer in his eyes, he was crying too. He never cried.

“Did you?” Draco screamed in a shaky voice.

“Yes” That’s all Harry said until he got a fist thrown at his face.

“Draco! No!” You screamed and cried begging him to stop but he just did not.

Harry’s friends tried to stop Draco but they failed. Draco was standing over Harry now, foot on his throat, Wand pointing onto him.

She broke down. Sitting on the wet grass, eyes filled with tears watching the scenario go on.

“You will pay for what you did, Potter.”

And before he could speak out the spell he intended to use she managed to stop him.

“Draco.. please.. I love you”

His head was now tilted towards her, his lips shaking, hair messed up from the fighting.

“Yeah I used to believe you do, but that was a lie, wasn’t it?”

“Draco do not do this.. please” She could barely say anything, it was all to much.

Draco started screaming again, telling her how she betrayed him and that he wants Harry to suffer for it.

His voice became loud. Her vision went blurry. Everything was suddenly so intense until it was just.. black.

J:)

summary: In his eyes she was fearless, strong and beautiful like the sea. But the darkest places of the ocean are yet to be discovered.

warnings: Fem!Reader, Toxic!Draco depression, fighting, abuse, screaming and crying, suicidal thoughts, suicide, small mention of sexual stuff and blood

Soreness went through her bones each day she woke up. Barely enough energy to carry through the day. She stopped caring about herself, trying to focus on her grades and make at least her teachers proud. Even if Snape is the last one to be proud of a student. She hated it, she hated herself and everyone around her. No more motivation to be like her Mother, whom she always admired.

Yet she still carried her head high. Wiping tears when no one is looking. Faking a laugh or two through dinner. Thoughts drifting off to the sweet relief of heaven; But from the outside, she was still the same. Still his Y/N. Draco didn’t notice. Always making rude remarks towards Gryffindors with their friends. Reading in the common room while she was up crying. Sometimes she wondered if he was still in love with her or only the idea of them.

The sapphire necklace layed on top of her collarbones. It shined so beautifully in the soft light of the moon. “Eternity” engraved on the back side. Draco knew her favorite color was blue. He got her the expensive piece of jewelry two month after their first date. It was the first time he told her that he was in love with her. They were that couple in Hogwarts. Everybody knew about them. She even met his parents, they liked her. Narcissa, of course, adored her, always making her a cup of tea while gossiping.

Y/N loved reliving those memories, they made her happy for a few seconds. She wonders what changed, but now everything was falling apart. She misses the notes Draco used to leave before heading out. She misses random kisses in the halls, she misses him, her Draco.

The black lake at night was her special place. She felt home there. Smooth sounds of water, moon light reflecting. Often she just sat there and thought. She once brought Draco. In her head it was a good idea, maybe he would like it too. The night ended in an argument.

Disagreements had started in the second year of dating. Both of them started to grow up, having different opinions. At first the fights were harmless. Things both of them got over within minutes. Nowadays it’s a different story. Screaming, crying and ignoring is normal to them.

A week ago she sat at her desk in her dorm room. Potions book laying flat on the table as she had both hands on her temples. She never understood why potions must be so damn hard. She turned her head around to see her boyfriend walking through the door. “He looks angry” she thought. He threw himself on the bed and Y/N continued her hopeless studying.

“Y/N”, he said. Without turning around she answered a flat “What?”.

“Did you gain weight?” he asked bluntly.

Her mouth fell open a bit. He couldn’t be serious. He knew she was insecure about her body. Many nights she cried to him about that. But still she gave herself to him completely. She felt weird being naked in front of him, but he always assured her that she was beautiful. “Beautiful” she thinks, when’s the last time he called her that..?

“Excuse me?” She spitted out, not caring how rude her tone was.

“You heard me” He responded.

On that evening their biggest fight happened. Y/N crying while Draco screaming.

“W-What did I do wrong..?” she asked, shaky voice, cheeks stained with tears.

“STOP MAKING EVERYTHING ABOUT YOURSELF!” Draco screamed at her for the fifth time that night.

Everything was blurry, tears streaming out of her eyes, not seeming to stop. She wanted it to stop, she wanted him to stop. When he took a step closer to her she reacted. The constant screaming scared her. Pushing his chest roughly away so there was space between them again. Usually he wanted to end arguments with sex. She didn’t. But that’s how it always went. They argue until she cries, he fucks her and they never talk about it again. But not this time.

As soon as she pushed him away he grabbed her by her collar. Noses almost touching as she says “Draco.. I can’t.” He looked offended “What do you mean you can’t, you always can.” She swallowed, took a breath and tried to answer confidently “No Draco, I don’t want to have sex with you after every argument, your dick won’t make up for fucking up our relationship.”

“You are such a bitch.” Draco answered, looking even madder than before. “You slowly are becoming your father, Draco.” Y/N answered as she looked him directly in the eyes. This crossed his line. He grabbed her collar even tighter as he threw her against the wall with full force.

“I WILL NEVER BE LIKE MY FATHER!” He screamed, not seeming to notice that Y/N was laying on the floor, head bleeding. He still didn’t stop. Throwing things on the floor, destroying objects that once were fragile.

A few moments later he finally realized. His bleeding, crying girlfriend on the floor. He stood there for a few seconds, watching her whine in pain as a couple tears fell down his cheek. Hurrying to kneel next to her, cupping her cheeks, whispering apologies over apologies.

She woke up in the nursery next morning. Draco by her side, she saw flowers and a couple gift bags on the side table. He couldn’t be serious, could he?

“Thank merlin you are awake!” he exclaimed, eyes shiny with tears.

“I am so so sorry Y/N, i overreacted and, well you know how i react if someone mentions my father. I should have never touched you in any way. I feel incredibly terrible. I brought you some flowers and-“

“Draco” she interrupted. “You can’t be serious.”

“What..? Why, Y/N you know I love you.” he cried.

She thought it was funny seeing him cry for her. He never did, so he actually must feel bad. But with what he did, he went too far. She can’t keep doing this, not with him at least. Or not at all.

“Cry me a fucking river, Draco.” She laughed as she got up, not caring about her head hurting or the strange dress she’s wearing.

Her and Draco haven’t really spoken since, everyone still thinks their together. She was now sitting at her special place once again. A full moon night, her favorite. White long night gown her mother gave her covering her legs. She drops the sapphire necklace on the stones.The cold water hits her feet as she went into the lake. Deeper and deeper.

She feels free, fearless. Moon light rays are visible to the dark water. Blue, Dark blue that’s all she sees. Night gown flowing up as she sinks deeper. Letting herself fall completely till she sees nothing but dark blue. Her favorite color, she thinks one last time before drifting away into a painless place.

“Eternity.”

-J

Summary: Its like a candle, each flicker of light makes it lose drops of wax. One needs to light the candle for it do die off. Draco decides to make his fire vanish before someone else could.

Warnings: blood, suicide, tons of angst, suicide letter, no pronouns of the reader mentioned

Heavy thoughts, the sound of a quill scribbling on paper. He bleeds out all his love. Writing the words as if it was the last thing he would ever do. Expressing every and each feeling, gathered on a single piece of paper. Each lost word wouldn’t find space on endless walls. Vulnerable sentences freckling his blood scarred canvas. But in that moment he gave everything he had left, till he was empty.

My beloved [name],

words will never be worthy enough to describe you. You lightened each dark moment. You tried to heal scars i was given. Soul purer than Mother’s diamonds. I will forever admire your heart. In a thousand years I never imagined anyone actually understanding me. You understood me. The first and only one that ever did. You were the greatest gift I ever received. It broke me to drag you down with me. My darkness should’ve never reached you. It did, I will never forgive myself for that. Through all the times, you stayed. Everyone around us saw only darkness, while you tried to see colour.

The stars in the night sky we watched always reminded me of you. Beautiful, bright and shining. The wishes at the shooting stars i never told you were you. Always you. I admire you, my star. Even from afar, my affection towards you was endless. I remember how you always told me “I’m so proud of you.” I never believed you, how could one be? You always shined so bright amongst each individual in the hall. Mesmerized by everything you did, you had me under your spell. “I star you.” was our way of telling the other we adore them. Your ability of bringing light to everyone made it special. Each embrace felt painless. My heart will never forget the relieves you brought it.

Another wish I made was this. An end to the never ending pain. I always thought you’d be the solution to it. I believed you could safe me. And you did, until you didn’t. I had to decide between my wishes. I always chose you. Always tried to be good for you, to make you happy and not see me fall apart. Thought it would end. But the eternal suffering wouldn’t leave me. I had to choose between you and me. I knew sooner or later I would drag you down again. You are more important to me than anyone else. I chose you.

You deserve a happy life, someone who carries enough brightness to fulfill yours. Your smile will always be graved into my heart. You are worthy so much more than this horrible life I would give you. Thank you for making me see light for the first time, even if it was only for short. I hope you’re still proud of me. I will have you mesmerized for eternity..

There was still so much left in his mind. A drop of blood hitting the freshly written word. He tried to continue but the pool of blood on the floor let him sink into his eternity of emptiness. The quill hit the floor as the last words were written.

“Never forget me, I […] you.”

“your Draco”

-J <3

i just got introduced to the world of dramione fanfiction… call me weird i dont care

the dark romance??? the enemies to lovers??? the smut????? the slow burn?????? the trauma????? i will NEVER get over it

i read manacled and secrets&masks, i CANT they were sooooosososossoosos fucking good genuinely

im abt to read the auction

does anyone have any other good dramione recs that are similar to these????

i just got introduced to the world of dramione fanfiction… call me weird i dont care

the dark romance??? the enemies to lovers??? the smut????? the slow burn?????? the trauma????? i will NEVER get over it

i read manacled and secrets&masks, i CANT they were sooooosososossoosos fucking good genuinely

im abt to read the auction

does anyone have any other good dramione recs that are similar to these????

MY OWN MUDBLOOD

Updated masterlist🤍🤍

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

My own Mudblood CH6

This is my favourite part so far. A little hurt/comfort fluff and also smuttt ~ hope you love it

Every page you read was more intense than the last. You had figured witchcraft was not all potions and charms, but as you read the pages of the heavy book that Draco had lent you, you realised just how serious it could all be. Again your mind replayed the shake in his voice the day before as he stressed the unimportance of the spells you were practising - how they were no use, in the position he would have been in the year before you guessed. Behind his domineering and sarcastic tone you knew there was a scar likely made long before the war. Long before the dark lord recruited him. You didn’t have to read much on the Malfoys to know what kind of person, what kind of father Lucius would have been. No one seemed to want to bring his name up in the house, even the portraits on his library's wall were tight lipped about it even being his room when you had snuck in there. Narcissa seemed kind for a woman of her wealth and notoriety, and seemed to adore her son. When she wasn’t bragging about his accomplishments or looks, she was treating him as though he was the heir to a royal - which, you thought, he just about was in this world. He was her prize possession, her darling son. He can’t have become so damaged, so quick to to anger or righteous from his Mother’s love alone. You knew his father, and his place in Voldemort’s army must have left wounds you likely would never know completely. But you didn’t just want to know his wounds - you wanted to lick them clean. What Lucious must have put him through may be somewhat of a mystery to you, but the ache you felt in the way you never measured up to your fathers’ expectations, of never being what they wanted of you, you felt you shared with him. Though you hadn’t spilled even a single word to each other about it, you knew in that way, you were family.

As you read on, your eyes fell toward a spell you thought could be useful.

Stupefy - This spell will stun the target, and though this will not cause irreversible damage, it will temporarily render the target incapacitated.

You started to feel hopeful that in the large book of frankly terrifying spells, there were some you felt you were more comfortable in trying, and that Draco would hopefully not look down at you for bothering with. This was far beyond what you had expected your first week living with your father to be like. It was a worrying prospect that your first chance in practising this spell would be against Voldemort’s youngest hand days after learning your first spell, but you were determined not to let your anxiety ruin your first chance at a duel. You studied the chapter on the spell intently, taking mental notes and reading aloud to yourself.

You took note of a handful more spells after calculating their effectiveness and how much they would injure Draco. You had no doubt that he would have the ability to heal himself of most wounds inflicted by a beginner witch, but you didn’t want to overstep and cause the type of damage that Narcissa would curse you for causing her beloved heir. Besides, his seemingly untouched face, though forever donning a wrinkle between his furrowed brow, was far too angular and pretty to want to scar. You recalled wanting to hurt him the first days in the Manor, and he still managed to bring that anger out in you, but it would be a shame to ever have to carry out.

You had gotten into one fight in your life. Nothing compared to the fights that your stepbrother had fought, but you still remembered the crack of your fist to the face of a boy in your grade. The combined horror of what you had done and the pride you had felt in finally finding your backbone wasn’t lost to you all these years later. You hadn’t felt that anger bubble up at anyone but your father until you moved to the Manor. His continued ignorance to anything you did or felt under the same roof as your arrogant step-brother felt all too much. That was until he had spoken for you that night at dinner. Suddenly one of your battles fought the other. He hadn’t given you the time to think on it before his soothing touch became a teasing one, but now that you were alone, a strange feeling rose in your chest at the memory. Did he care about you, or was it a chance for him to exercise his dominance over an intruder in his home? It wasn’t something you could exactly ask him. He would either laugh in your face or ignore you all together - but overthinking it, mulling it over mentally until you sent yourself mad was not out of the question. He had such a way of stoking one fire and snuffing out another. He burned a flame in your stomach, and poured ice cold relief over the one in your mind. Whether it was for you or for his own sense of accomplishment and superiority you weren’t sure. You decided you’d take it either way. Without your friends or school to distract you anymore, the hollow pit in your chest would only grow if you didn’t take advantage of the comfort and company he provided, even if it wasn’t his intention.

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A couple hours had crept by reading into spells and charms when you were interrupted by murmuring and giggles in the hall outside your room. You turned to see your Father and Narcissa embracing and you cringed at their closeness.

“Your father and I are visiting Italy for the weekend, love,” She said with a smile stretched across her face.

“But, you didn’t - what am I supposed to -” you started but she cut you off before you could argue.

“Don’t worry dear, Draco will take good care of you and the house elf will keep you fed.” Your face reddened and you felt left out once again. Of course Draco already knew before you were told anything. “Draco will take good care of you” you snickered mentally. He did that just fine last night. You had all but collapsed on him after he had done just that. You felt a flutter in your lower stomach at the memory.

They held a trunk each, dressed like they were going to meet the royal family. You figured it had something to do with their wedding planning, which you had intentionally avoided thinking about. You looked at your father, who was already staring back with a raised brow.

“You behave yourself, and be nice to Draco. Remember this is his house, you are just lucky enough to share it,” He warned and you scoffed in response. Share it? You were dragged here, you thought.

You said your brief and rudely last minute goodbyes and they left through floo in a whoosh.

You bit down the all too familiar feeling of emptiness and longing, your father leaving without an “I love you” for the umpteenth time. With eyes welling against your will, you made your way to the room beside yours, book and wand in hand. You knocked quietly, hoping he was up to the duel he had told you about. At least an extremely unqualified try and spells behind your expertise may distract from the hole in your heart your father has pried open once again. Wiping your eyes and taking a deep breath, you buried the feeling deep down as you had done time and time over.

You heard a groan and some rustling in the room before he opened it. You almost dropped your belongings as the tall boy before you stood only in boxers, hanging loosely below his hip bones. You couldn’t help your gaze trace down from his face to his chiselled chest and abdomen. The scars that peppered his skin added a layer of ruggedness to him that you still hadn’t gotten used to. As you looked up to finally meet his gaze, he smirked at you. Though you had shared more intimate moments with him in the last week than you had with anyone ever before, you still felt shy around him and cursed yourself for being caught staring.

“Are you quite done ogling?” He teased.

“I wasn’t ogling, you prat! I was just..” you trailed off, not convincing anyone, even yourself.

He huffed out a quiet laugh, looking down at you. He noticed the book and wand in your hand and looked back to your face with a raised brow.

“Finished studying already?” He asked, taking the book from you. You knew there was far more to read of it but you were at least half sure you had read as much as you needed for today.

“Uh yeah. I think so.”

“You think so? Does “thinking so” protect you if you’re attacked hmm?” He pressed and you knew fighting it wouldn’t be worth the mood it would put him in.

“No Draco, I don’t. But this is my first dueling practice and you’re gonna go easy on me aren’t you?” You asked with a devilish innocent, but deep down you did hope he would.

“You need to learn to protect yourself. What did you study?”

“It’s a surprise. But no hexes or curses. I don’t want to hurt you,” you said genuinely. His laugh bellowed through the room and you felt yourself shrink to half your size.

“You couldn’t hurt me if you tried. You’re cute though,” he said as he turned to walk back into his room. You followed him in as he placed the book back with the rest. You looked around the room, taking it all in. His bed was large like yours, but with black silk covers, with deep green trim along the edges. The bed head was large and engraved with a snake, with snakes also wrapping around the posts at the foot of the bed. There were trophies lining a shelf on the wall and you walked up to inspect it. He had won them for something called Quidditch, and you wondered what it was. Whatever it was, you assumed he was good at that too, but saved yourself the speech and didn’t ask.

He had long velvet curtains over the Windows that overlooked the hedge maze and lavish gardens in the courtyard outside. Though you had the same view from your room, you had hidden away and wallowed for days and never took it all in, or bothered to explore outside the manor. The property was unnecessarily big, and it would have been worth taking a walk outside rather than sulk in your room, you decided. His room alone was immensely extravagant. He had a walk in closet the size of your room back home, lined with black suit after black suit after yet another. He had a library of books lining the book case against the wall, and what seemed to be potion vials and a cauldron on his otherwise neat desk.

“We’ll be duelling outside. You’ll need something warm,”

You had packed your own jumpers but you accepted his silent offer. He gave you the jumper thrown in his bed, and shrugged on another from the closet himself. You pulled it over your head and his expensive scent engulfed you. You hid the smile you felt, as the jumper fell almost to your knees. You’d never had a boyfriend to give you their jumpers like your friends had, and though this was far from a boyfriend situation, something in you felt you had finally experienced what you’d always watched other girls have.

The courtyard outside was massive, with large hedges around the perimeter, and a paved walkway to a comically large yard. Even the grass felt expensive as you followed Draco out to the middle. Every step you took sent your heart rate up higher. When Draco turned to face you, he sensed your nerves.

“Nervous Mudblood?” He teased, but his face was pulled into a worried frown. Though you could feel your heart drumming in your ears, you gave him a confident smile, shaking your head. He saw right through you and rustled your hair in his hand.

“You’ll be right. You won’t beat me, but you’ll be right.”

He lifted his wand to face hight before dropping it back down and taking several steps back. You had no idea what you were doing and that was becoming increasingly apparent, but you did the same. As he pointed his wand at you, you ignored the sweaty palms holding your wand and mirrored his actions.

He started to count down from three,

“Three.” You could feel your chest tighten around your thrumming heart.

“Two,” his words sounded so far away compared to your own heart beat loud in your ear.

“One,” you pushed all the symptoms of an impending anxiety attack away and tried to remember the spells you had studied.

He threw his first spell at you before you could even open your mouth. You weren’t sure if he even said it out loud. The wind was knocked out of your lungs and you were sent flying through the air, tumbling around before you landed on your back on the soft grass. You coughed and groaned, rubbing your back. As he stepped closer to make sure you were alright, you leaped back to your feet. You weren’t going to let him beat you, at least not without at least trying. You pointed your wand back at him, and said the first spell you could remember from the book.

“Obscuro!” You yelled, temporarily blinding him. Before he knew what had hit him, you yelled another with as much confidence as you could muster,

“Expelliarmus.” Light shot out of your wand toward him and he flew back, dropping his wand in the process. Nothing could have prepared you for the comfidence, the pride and long awaited reassurance that bubbled up in your chest. Nothing in your life had ever made you feel like you were living up to your potential, like you were on the right path. You almost felt bad for Draco, being disarmed so early on, by you of all people, but it didn’t outway the smug pride that you felt, knowing you were capable of it. He had already reversed the blind fold you had magically put on him and he had started to sit up when you got to him. You held your hand out to help him up, but he grabbed it and pulled you down to him.

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he said surprised and you blushed without a word. “And here I thought you’d try to use those blasted levitation spells on me,” he teased and you couldn’t help but laugh. He pulled you you closer and you straddled him, holding yourself up with a hand either side of him. Looking down at his face, you noticed a small cut on his tall cheekbone. You winced at the thought that you had hurt him, even in a duel. He wiped his finger over it and wiped the small spot of blood on his crisp white shirt like it cost nothing.

“I’m so sorry, I promise I was trying to only use spells that wouldn’t hurt. I was just tryi-“

He cut you off by pecking your lips. You weren’t expecting the sudden contact but he gripped the back of your head, deepening the kiss. You melted into him like you had craved him for a lifetime. He pulled you closer until your body went from hovering over him, to softly grinding against him. You moaned against his lips as you felt him harden against his pants. Suddenly, you remembered how public this was happening, how large the courtyard was. You had felt hidden the times before, as he’d kissed you against the wall of your bedroom, even his hand under the table at dinner. But here, he was kissing you like he owned you in the open of his back yard. You pulled away and tried to open your mouth to stop but he pulled you back down to him, kissing you passionately again. His tongue slipped between your lips and licked softly at your own. His hands roamed over your back before they settled at your hips. He pressed his fingers into them hard enough to bruise, and you whimpered into his mouth. He flipped you over so you were trapped under his body before pressing his leg between your thighs, causing you to let out another moan at the pressure. Though you knew that no one but the house elf was home, as he started to unbutton your shorts, you tried to stop him. He stared down into you with lust filled eyes and kept going. He dragged them down your soft legs before unbuckling his belt. He continued to kiss you, more roughly this time, before peppering sloppy kisses along your jawline and down your neck. The wet kisses and cool air felt like heaven on your skin.

You heard him undo the zip on his pants and the sound of him shoving them down with his boxers. Before you could even look down, you felt his hard cock rub the length of you, wiping your own slick over him.

“You’re always so wet for me aren’t you? Can’t help yourself,” he said with a smirk. He tapped it against your clit and you whimpered at the pleasure that rippled through you from your sensitive bud.

You had never gone this far with anyone, and never in your life did you imagine your first time would be outside, far less with your step brother you had only just met a week ago. The excitement and blind lust you felt fought with the reality of the situation. If you stopped him, or if you didn’t, you were fucked either way. You looked up into his intense grey eyes that were darkening by the minute.

“Draco. This is so wrong .. we can’t.. I’ve never even…”

“Tell me to stop then. Say the word and I’ll stop,” he breathed in your ear. He kept his impossibly large cock in his hand, still rubbing it against your clit. You knew you should tell him to stop, but you couldn’t. You were too far gone and you knew he was too. Instead, you wrapped your hands around his back, pulling him closer and spreading your legs for him. He pushed in half way slowly, and you felt yourself stretch around him, sending a new kind of pleasure through you. Though the pain wasn’t unbearable, it was apparent and you bit down on your lip. You had used your fingers before but this was new. He noticed you wince and kissed your forehead.

“Shhh I’ll go easy on you, I know this is new for you,” he reassured with a voice softer than he had ever shown you before. He pulled out almost completely and pushed further into you the second time, bottoming out. He let out a pleasured groan against your neck and looked into your eyes. Yours almost rolled to the back of your head as you felt him push in and out. “Fuck Draco my god sso good” you moaned out.

“That’s right. You need me don’t you?” You nodded, unable to form a sentence if you tried. “You need me to teach you. You need me to own you.” His low gravelly voice sent shivers down your spine as he started to pump in and out of you. He felt so good that you couldn’t help the unholy sounds coming from you already. Aware that you were outside and not in a muffled room, you bit down on his shoulder as he fucked you. Even he couldn’t contain the moans and pants that escaped his lips as he pulled out til only the tip breached you before crashing back down into you.

“Tell me,” pants, “tell me what you are. Tell me who you belong to,” he groaned as your nails scraped down his back. He held your face with one hand and rubbed circles over your clit with the other. You felt the pressure built in the pit of your stomach and you knew you were close.

“I’m yours Draco. Your filthy little mudblood,” you almost screamed. You couldn’t believe the words tumbling from your mouth but you didn’t care either. Something so wrong had never felt so right. His thrust became more erratic and his pants harder.

“Mmm that’s right baby. You’re mine. My own mudblood,” he whispered in your ear. His. His own mudblood. The word sent shivers down your spine and this time, the word wasn’t an insult. It was a prayer from his perfect pink lips. You felt him throb and twitch inside you, sending you over the edge. Your back arched off the grass and you tightened hard around his cock, as the biggest orgasm you had ever had ripped through you like a tsunami. The feeling of you tightening and twitching around him was too much for him. He let out a guttural, heavy moan against your neck and filled you with hot cum, coating your walls with him. He pushed two more sloppy thrusts before collapsing beside you. You both lay panting and shaking as your peak plateaued beside either other. He pulled you closer and you lay your head on his heaving, sweaty chest. He played with your hair as you both tried to catch your breath.

“All mine” he whispered against your hair and you felt yourself warm from the inside. You had given yourself to someone for the first time and no amount of reasoning could have stopped you, and you were glad. The sun shone down and warmed your skin, as you lay listening to Draco’s heart beat in his chest. He rested his arm around you and you held his hand up in yours. You saw the dark mark that contrasted so high against his milky white skin and gave it a kiss. You almost felt the vibration of the magic left in it against your lips. Draco started to jerk his arm away but when you held it tighter, he gave in and allowed you to give him more light kisses to the mark. You knew any words about it would be too much, so you thought of yourself comforting him - Being the person he needed when he got it, and now, hoping he would hear you. He hugged you tighter against his chest as you thought of it and that was enough to know he heard. He knew.

MY OWN MUDBLOOD 8

Whoever made the request for the sharing with a slytherin thing, thank you and you’re welcome-

-Also Lorenzo, fuck me up I’m begging you sir!! Literally started watching baby solely bc of him.-

{Draco / reader / Theo Nott } This is pure smut

You slept in most of the day, nestled into the warm duvet and copious amounts of pillows on your large bed. Without your father or Narcissa home, you didn’t feel the pressure to be awake with the sun, nor to be dressed and presentable. Instead, once your eyes had set, you lounged around in your silk nighty and read your favourite muggle book you snuck into the manor. You tried to focus on the words but each sentence you read melted away in your mind, replaced with memories of the day before. Draco’s husky voice ghosting against your ear as he stretched you out for the first time. You shuddered and tingled as your body remembered the feeling. You had imagined, over the years, the different ways you might give yourself to a man when the time was right. None of them ever seemed realistic, and the mystery man was always a faceless placeholder in your mind, but none of the fantasies could have ever prepared you for the wanton need and lust Draco had coaxed out of you. It was so wrong, even now, after the deed was done, you couldn’t believe what you had done. Though you tried to deny the hard fact that you lusted after him since he first appeared in the fireplace, now, there was nothing you could say to deny yourself the fact that your Step-brother, your big brother by soon-to-be-marriage, had you around his finger. Though the thought excited you, it scared and confused you all the same, and all that added emotion on top of the aching feeling growing between your thighs all but drove you insane. You squeezed your thighs together in a bid to feel some relief, while not caving to the primal desire that grew to touch yourself to the thought of Draco taking you yet again. You ran your hands along the soft silk of your nightie, and over the swell of your breasts, softly pinching at your already hardening nipples as you squeezed your legs together, a mix of a squeak and a moan escaping your lips before you could stop it. The sound of yourself only turned you on more, reminded of the way your step-brother had torn gasps and moans from you easily. Against your deepest desires, you unclenched your thighs, knowing you would not win the fight against your own urges if you didn’t stop yourself then and there.

Instead of giving in to the ever growing desperation you felt, you opened your large closet, looking for something to change into. By this point, the sun was high in the sky and beating down through your window. Though it was nowhere near sweltering hot, it was finally warm enough to wear a nice summer dress. The one you picked out wasn’t anything as nice as your stepmother wore around the house, or nearly as modest, but you decided it was the right pick for the day. You pulled the soft white dress over your head and down your body. The fabric fell at your upper thighs and just barely covered the creases where your ass met your legs - you didn’t remember it being so short. The lace trim tickled your upper thighs and the neckline plunged lower than you last remembered as well, showing more of your cleavage than you thought would be appropriate had your father and Narcissa been home.

As you left your room to go nowhere in particular, you heard music coming from Draco’s room. You remembered his offer to have a drink with him, and though you had turned him down yesterday, you decided you may as well indulge yourself and try some. You had turned down other invitations in London to go to drink with friends, and figured you might finally allow yourself to let your hair down. Knocking on his door, you nervously bit your lip, fidgeting with the hem of your dress as you waited for him to answer. Before you could change your mind and turn around, the door swung open and a tall brunette with heavy eyes opened the door. You both looked at each other in shock, waiting for the other to speak first. Finally, the corner of his lip curled up into a wicked smirk and his brows raised. His arm held the door frame and he leaned against it, blocking the doorway with his body.

“I’m..”

“You’re Draco’s little sister” he cut you off, looking all too surprised and amused to meet you.

“Step,” you corrected. You blushed a deep red, wondering what exactly he had been told about you. Looking up at him through your lashes, you took him in, noticing how good looking he was. He was tall like Draco, but his hair fell in messy curls over his forehead, unlike your step-brother’s neat platinum hair. You took a step closer in anticipation for him to move out of your way but he didn’t budge. You could smell the familiar scent of whiskey and cigarette smoke on him, and oddly, you liked it. That, or you were still worked up from your previous thoughts.

“Move, Draco said I could drink with him,” you said firmly and his smirk turned into a grin.

“Is that so?” His brow raised but his eyes stayed heavy, almost half closed. You were a breath away from each other, his neatly ironed clothes almost touching your dress. You pushed past him, and looked around the room for Draco but he wasn’t there. Against your better judgement, you walked up to table where the bottle of fire whisky stood and picked it up. The boy followed you and you felt his chocolate eyes on you. Popping off the lid, you smelt the harsh scent that wafted up your nose. You heard his footsteps stalk closer to you and you looked up, meeting his dark eyes boring straight through yours. You held your gaze a moment longer than you may have meant to, and as he opened his mouth, his deep voice went straight to your core.

“Your brother is not going to like you drinking his expensive stuff without him here.” He was right, and you had half a mind to put it down and wait, but you were frozen in place. His friend towered over you, eying you from head to toe and though you felt vulnerable, you liked it. You had tried to avoid admitting to yourself how attractive he was, but as he leaned in close to reprimand you, you felt your thighs involuntarily clench together again.

Defiantly, you lifted the bottle to your lips, but before you could pour any into your mouth, the door flew open. You turned to look at Draco, but his friend didn’t move an inch.

“And what do you think you’re doing with my drink,” he asked but it wasn’t a question. It was a warning.

“This little thing thinks she can come in here and take your whiskey,” the boy spoke as if you weren’t right there. Draco’s jaw clenched as he took you in, looking down at your bare thighs. His face hardened and his nose flared ever so slightly before he walked up to you, pushing his friend back before closing the space between you. He took a deep breath, seemingly steadying his thoughts before grabbing your jaw, forcing you to look up at him. With his other hand, he took the bottle from you and passed it back to his friend without looking at him.

“What did I tell you about short skirts hmm?” He took another deep breath in and out through his nose. This isn’t about the drink, you realised at how words. “You were such a good girl for me yesterday and now look at you - parading around in front of my friend half naked,” he growled, inches from your face. His breath fanned your face and you smelt the same whiskey you tried to drink yourself.

“Draco I,” you stopped as fast as you started to defend yourself. Though he was fuming, you couldn’t help the feeling of heat pooling between your legs. You hadn’t expected Draco to be this possessive of you, but you weren’t surprised either. You were torn between the irritation that he thought he owned you, and the excitement that he could. “You think I can’t hear you, mudblood? You think Theo can’t hear your mind ticking away if he wanted to as well?” He growled against your ear and an instant flush covered your face. Draco’s unfortunate talent had completely slipped your mind, let alone the knowledge that others may share the same.

Before you could begin to explain yourself, if that was even possible, Draco squeezed your face by your cheeks.

“Dirty, dirty girl. I give you a taste and now you want it from Theo too huh? Is that it?”

You heard Theo snigger but couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. Though Draco’s eyes looked amused, and filled with lust, his voice was gravelly and stern.

“I..I just thought it was pretty Draco. And, and I wasn’t thinking about your friend I swear” you blabbered like a child scolded. His hand slid down under your jaw and tightened slightly. If Theo didn’t know you were more than just step-siblings before, he must now, you thought.

With one hand wrapped around your throat, his other travelled down your chest and stomach, and back up your thigh, until it stopped between them.

Your breath hitched but before he touched you enough to relieve any tension you had there, he took his hand away.

He stepped back, letting go of you and sitting down on the edge of his bed before looking at Theo.

“What should we do with this little tease?” He asked with a devilish grin.

You looked at Theo who was approaching you with cruel amusement spreading across his face. Before you could protest, he picked you up with ease, tossing you over his shoulder.

“Put me down what the fuck!” You squealed, thumping his back with your fists but he just laughed. Panic and excitement filled you right to your core. He walked you over to the bed and placed you over Draco’s knee, tummy down.

Theo stood beside you and unbuckled his belt, pulling it through the loops of his expensive looking black pants. Before you could question why, Draco grabbed your arms and pulled them behind your back. He held them tightly in place as Theo tied the belt around your wrists.

“Can’t have you hitting us while you take your punishment,” Theo taunted as Draco’s hand lightly traced up the back of your thigh. Your breath quickened and you started to wriggle around helplessly. You felt Draco harden against your stomach from your movement, so you moved again before he spoke.

“What do you think Theo, should we give her 5 spankings?”

“I think she deserves a few more than that. Little mudblood needs to learn her lesson,” Theo said, running his hand through your hair. You shivered at the contact.

“Count them for us. Out loud,” Draco ordered, lifting the back of your dress up exposing your ass. Without warning, his large hand came down, spanking your ass hard. You yelped and both men laughed. The warm pain spread across your ass cheek and you moaned as it slowly dissipated into pleasure. Before you could enjoy the sensation too much, Theo’s hand left your hair and gave you a light smack to your cheek.

“What did he tell you? Count them out,”

“One,” you moaned out before you were hit with another blow.

“Two,” *smack* “three” *smack* “four,” you choked out as each spank got harder. Draco’s hand rubbed your ass, melting the pain away before it traced down between your thighs, running his finger over your aching cunt.

“Fucking soaked already, filthy girl. Do you like it when your step-brother spanks you?” Draco teased and you lifted your ass up against his hand, desperate for him to keep touching you, but he pulled his hand away the moment you did. You whimpered at the loss of contact.

“Uh uh uh, not nice being teased, is it mudblood? Should have thought about that before you got dressed today,” he taunted.

“Please,” you begged neither of them in particular.

“Please what? Please will your step-brother touch you?” Theo mocked before he landed his hand hard on your ass.

“Five,” you sobbed softly, the pain spreading over your ass and the aching need between your legs taking over. They took turns spanking your ass, leaving handprints on each cheek until you reached ten.

“What do you say mudblood,” Draco asked you, lifting your head up by your hair to look at him.

“I, I’m sorry Draco I wasn’t thinking. I just thought my dress looked pretty,” you said with a shaky voice, hoping it was the right answer.

“It is pretty. Too pretty,” he said, rubbing your ass cheek. “I’m sure Theo thinks so too,” he smirked, looking at his friend. “Look at him,” Draco demanded, pulling your hair for you to crane your neck up. Theo still looked amused and cruel, like he was watching his prey. Draco held your head up, while his other hand slid back down your ass, pulling your panties to the side. He slid a finger between your soaking lips before rubbing light circles over your clit. Finally, you felt some relief you desperately craved and your mouth fell open as you looked up at his friend. Theo’s pants were visibly tight and tenting at his crotch as he watched Draco play with you. Draco pushed a long finger in you with ease, pumping in and out before adding another. The pleasure he sent through you each time he curled his fingers, and his friend now palming himself through his pants as he watched you brought you close to climax quickly. You started to pant and moan as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten, but before you reached the intense orgasm approaching, Draco pulled his fingers out of you.

“Please don’t stop,” you whimpered desperately but Draco and Theo just laughed at you.

“You’re a little tease, mudblood. First you come in here teasing me behind Draco’s back and now you want a reward?” Theo shook his head, leaning down to your level.

“I didn’t mean t-“

“Uh uh. I know you wanted us both, slut. You wanted us to share, didn’t you?” You could hear the smirk in Draco’s voice as he whispered in your ear. The implication sent butterflies straight to your stomach as you watched Theo’s eyes darken above you. Your desperation and unresolved ache you felt outweighed the embarrassment you would otherwise feel and you nodded, looking up at Theo.

“Please Draco. Theo mmm” you were cut off as Draco smacked your sore ass one more time before picking you up. He repositioned your so you were between them, ass up toward him, and facing Theo. You heard Draco undo his belt buckle and unzip behind you while you watched Theo unzip his pants in front of you. As he pulled his pants and briefs down, his already rock hard dock sprang free, almost hitting you in the face. It was bigger than you expected and you looked up at him, blinking in surprise. Draco leaned over, pushing his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself on them. You sucked his fingers, licking them clean as you looked at Theo, before he opened your mouth with them. You stuck your tongue out, not breaking eye contact with his friend. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and tapped it on your tongue. You swirled your tongue around the tip, tasting the precum that glistened on it before he pushed it into your mouth. Your lips wrapped around it and you ran your tongue down the shaft as he pushed deeper into your mouth. He held your hair looking down at you with pure lust and an open mouth, soft groans escaping him as you sucked. You felt Draco rub the tip of his cock up and down your wet slit and over your clit before pushing deep into you in the first thrust. You moaned around Theo, and the rippling vibrations your moan sent through it turned a switch on in him. He gripped your hair and rammed into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as Draco did the same to you from behind. They filled your mouth and your pussy to the brim, making your eyes roll back as you took them. You choked, saliva pooling down the sides of your mouth as you sucked harder. Sounds of body’s crashing and all three of your moans’ filled the room. Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as Draco thrust into you. In this position with your back arched, he hit a spot he hadn’t before.

“Fuck, fuck you’re a good little whore for us, mudblood,” Draco moaned as he fucked into you animalistically. You were in too much pleasure to form words even if you didn’t have a mouth full of his friend.

“Such a good girl for us, aren’t you? Good girl for your step brother and me” Theo said, looking into your eyes as he spoke before his head fell back with a moan. Draco wrapped his hand around your throat from behind, fucking you hard and fast as Theo fucked your face. His other hand snaked around under you, rubbing your clit in tight circles as he pounded into you. You moaned uncontrollably, muffled by Theo’s cock, feeling your climax built up again. You whimpered and moaned as you felt like your body was about to give in. You bucked your hips back against Draco frantic and desperate before the chord finally snapped, sending shockwaves through your body. The sounds that fell from your mouth, you had never heard from yourself as the orgasm rocked through you.

“That’s it, cum for us, mudblood,” you heard and it sounded so far away as your head spun. You squeezed and spasmed around Draco, sending him plummeting over the edge as well. You felt him fill you, coating your walls with his hot load right before Theo's did the same to your throat. They both pumped into you a few more times, moaning and riding out their high as you did the same. Your arms and legs shook under you, trying to hold yourself up but the moment they pulled out of you, you collapsed on the bed.

“Fuck,” Theo’s voice was shaky as he caught his breath. “You’ve got a good little mudblood, Draco,” Theo ran his hands through your hair. Your step-brother pulled you between his legs, laying you down with your back against his heaving chest.

“And she’s all mine. Aren’t you?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you. It wasn’t a question but you nodded.

“Yes Draco. All yours. And Theo’s today.” Draco smiled against your hair at your shy response. You felt yourself blush at the thought that you had just been shared by two men, and hid your face in his chest. Theo laid down at the end of the bed, rubbing your still shaking thighs to calm them. You were overwhelmed and exhausted as both of their hands roamed over your sensitive body, but you didn’t try to stop them.

“Can I have that drink now Draco? I think I earned it,” you laughed and he nodded, signalling Theo to fetch it.

“You definitely earned it, pet,” he laughed. He held your head back against his chest as Theo poured some in your mouth. It was harsh straight, but smoother than expected and you swallowed it down.

“Your first good drink and first theeesome in one day. Aren’t you a lucky girl,” Draco teased.

“You’re a lucky man, Malfoy,” Theo tapped his shoulder before turning to you.

“Draco told me he’s teaching you to duel. Thinks he’s going to get you into Hogwarts too.”

“He told you that? Are you going back too?” You asked as he took a swig himself.

“He doesn’t tell me much. Doesn’t tell anyone much,” he laughed, “but he did tell me that. And whatever you two have going on, it’ll be our little secret,” he smirked at the both of you. You hadn’t thought that far ahead, but you realised all too quickly what he alluded to. It was becoming increasingly clear to you that Draco wouldn’t share you with anyone, bar Theo - and going to Hogwarts meant keeping what you had with him a secret. Even keeping it hidden in the house would be a challenge, but you weren’t willing to let that get in the way of what was budding with him.

Lessons.

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draco malfoy x reader | smut | (kinda) sub!draco

summary : draco was being the usual git and annoying you so you have to teach him a lesson.

a/n : reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💞

you were sitting in the common room with your favorite book on your hand, reading it peacefully. there was the good part and you were so focused on it that you didnt even noticed someone was sitting beside you.

you were about to flipped to another page, your eyes are practically glued to it until you saw your book flew away from your hand.

“draco lucius malfoy! give it back this instant!” you screamed as you see who was snitching your book, it was none other than your own best friend, draco malfoy.

“get it yourself shortie” draco stuck out his tongue at her, lifting the book on his hand higher.

“can you stop be an annoying arse for once and let me enjoy my peaceful moment alone!” you tried to grab your book but you just can’t, as he was much taller than you.

“you were so caught up in it! you already read this ugly book for thousand times already!”

“i didnt ask for your opinion, now give. it. back. to. me.” you throw your fist onto his chest but it was no use at all.

you were so lost of an idea to get your book back, but you arent the type to give up that easily. you smirk at him making his face filled with confusion.

“wha-”

“i said give it back!” you pushed him by his chest making him landed on the couch and you quickly stand in between his legs.

“y-y/n-”

“why are you always being a pain in the ass, draco?” you traced your fingers around his jawline making him gulped nervously.

you straddle him and sat on his lap, your book was still in his hand but you decided to mess with him a little.

you played with his collar before running your fingertips on his neck and down to his chest making him start to breathing heavily.

“why so quiet now draco?” you let your thumb brushing his bottom lip making his lips twitched. his eyes still holding a strong eye contact with yours. a whimper left his lips as he feels you were undressing him by your eyes.

your smirk gets wider as you feel something slowly getting hard underneath you. your book was no longer in his hand, he placed it beside him instead, so you took it as your chance.

“got it” you chuckle taking your book on your hand but before you could get off of his lap he’s already gripping tightly on your hips not letting you go.

“dont leave me like this please.” his pupils becoming darker pleading at you. and soon enough, the book was long forgotten.

you placed your lips on his creamy neck, pressing soft kisses while you began to move your hips, grinding on him making him groaned.

“y/n please..”

you grind faster on him, rolling your hips harder and bouncing up and down humping on him so desperately. his name left your lips as his boner hit your clit through your panties over and over again.

“fuck you’re so hot draco” without a second thought you connecting your lips with your best friend’s, swallowing every moans that come out of his mouth once you shoved your tongue and exploring him.

his grip on your hips was so tight that you sure it will gonna leave some bruises on it but at this moment you couldnt care less.

draco’s hands let go of your hips and moving up roaming your body making you sped up your moves, he’s meeting your moves by rolling his hips too making both of your moans get louder.

“draco..” you detached your lips from him and his head instantly dropped to your shoulder pressing your body closer to him by your waist.

you pulled on his hair, your eyes rolled back in pleasure as the knot in your stomach tightened ready to be snap in any seconds.

you came with a loud scream of his name making him moaned too. you didnt stop it there, continuing to rolled your hips harder on him and humping faster on him.

you grabbed him by his hair to make him looking at you as you pressed your forehead on his, your lips brushing his lips as you whispered into it.

“i can feel your cock twitching, draco.”

“f-fuck y/n stop before i-

,o-oh s-shit! oh my god-“ he cried out letting a throaty moan escaped his mouth as he bucked his hips to you can’t holding his orgasm anymore.

he lazily bucking his hips to you as he let go of the euphoria. his face redden as he realized what he just did and see the look on your face

“aw did you just cum in your pants?” you pouted at him, feeling his pants dampening underneath the fabric of your panties.

“y/n i-”

“ssh.. that should teach you your lesson”

you unzipped his pants pulling it down enough for his cock to sprang free, he was still hard as it was still standing tall, his white liquids were covering his inner thighs messing himself.

“y/n what if someone walks in?” draco asked nervously looking around the common room searching for a single soul.

“you dont seem to think about it earlier” you collected some of his cum on his thigh with your fingers and brought it into your mouth, moaning as you taste him.

draco was watching you intently, whimpering at the sight in front of him. his cock twitching on your inner thigh as you let it rest there.

“take me y/n please..” he squirmed desperately, the sight of him whining only turn you on more.

“begging for your best friend to fuck you now, hm?” you gripped his cock tightly brushing his sensitive tip with your thumb startling him and his body jolt out as the reaction.

“yes please..”

you lift yourself up pushing your panties aside then you sunk down on his cock right away, him bottoming fully inside you stretching you out in one snap.

“fuck- yes..!” draco throw his head back leaning on the couch finally feeling the tightness and the warmth of your cunt.

you gripped on his shoulders for support, quickly picking up your pace and bouncing up and down on his cock making squelching sounds loud enough for everyone to hear, draco is already a moaning mess.

“so t-tight y/n..” he pulls you in for a kiss, his hands squeezing your ass and slapping them making you moan into the kiss.

draco broke the kiss and began to paint his mark on your neck. one of his hand pushing your skirt up to exposed more of you and he has to hold his high as soon as he saw the way his cock going in and out of you.

“merlin draco.. fucking you feel so right,”

he groaned at your words, his hips slowly meeting your moves and thrusting upwards into you. he has to covered your mouth with his hand as you screamed his name out loud.

“yes y/n we should -oh.. do this more often..” he said through his teeth, the thoughts of having you like this again sending butterflies in him.

-moans and slapping skin sounds were filling the common room, the both of you were so lost in pleasure that you dont even heard someone is coming.

“draco?! y/n?!!” a loud gasp was heard from behind draco making him quickly pushing down your skirt back to cover your ass.

“blaise?! get out!” draco yelled not even stopping his thrusts, both of you were so close until this cockblocker interrupted you.

“wtf guys!? aren't you two best friends?!” blaise half yelled his hand is covering his eyes.

“blaise i swear shut your mouth and get the fuck out” you snapped at blaise, not giving a single fuck as you follow draco’s move and continuing to rolled your hips.

“ugh fine! this is disgusting anyways!”

after that, blaise left running back to his dorm. that boy will probably gonna be traumatized for the rest of his life but none of you would care at that.

“fuck- i’m so close y/n!” as he said that, you clenched your walls around him milking his cock making him spilled all of his cum into you instantly.

your walls are pulsating hard around him as he giving you his cum non stop, your body shook as you let yourself came by the feeling of him filling you up to the fullest.

you collapsed on his body as he buried his face on your neck, hugging your body tighter to him. sweats are running on both you and draco’s foreheads.

“here, have your book back” draco grins at you holding your book at you while he’s still inside you.

“this is the only way to shut you up.” you laughed making his face heated.

“fair enough”

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teasing. | syltherin boy headcanons

author’s note: based on a request i received. i am feral.

- your boyfriends reaction to you teasing him under the table at dinner.

Draco Malfoy.

Draco had been in a proper fowl mood all day, and you could tell he was stressed, a clear mixture of a million different things floating through his mind.

You were literally counting down the seconds until you could finally be alone with him, but dinner was fucking dragging.

Sitting next to him, you couldn’t help but to sneak continual glances at him, noting his silver eyes darkened to a deep shade of grey, the tension in his jaw practically palpable as he stared at his plate like he could hex it into another dimension.

Just looking at him made your breath quicken, made your pulse soar.

Of course, part of you empathized with his shitty day, but the other part of you wanted to get on your knees for him right then and there--

because, undeniably so, he’s at his fucking sexiest when he’s pissed.

As Pansy’s chipper voice filled the air, yammering away to a blissfully blazed Zabini, both of them seated across from you and your boyfriend, an idea sparked in your mind.

Without hesitation, you scooted closer to him, subtly enough to not draw any attention to yourself, but enough for Draco to shoot you a side-eyed glance, eyebrow raised.

Feeling his eyes on you, you kept your gaze on your plate as you brushed your hand against his thigh, testing his reaction.

You could practically hear him swallow, could practically feel his body tense, and you’d try not to smirk.

Thrilled, you’d inch your fingers further, tracing small patterns along the middle of his thigh before trailing upwards.

He’d shift on the bench, the veins in his hands tensing as he tightened his grip on his fork.

His reactions would fuel your fire, and you’d keep going, grazing over his crotch, and he’d groan, stifling it with a cough instantly, and that’s when he’d had enough.

Shifting his hand, he’d grasp your thigh, now--with an intensity in his grip so strong you’d almost squeal. A silent warning.

He’d lean in, his voice darker than the midnight sky as he’d whisper, “you’re lucky I have some dignity…but keep it up and I’ll bend you over this fucking table right now, in front of everyone.”

your grin would be unmissable, and you’d only make it another few minutes before he dragged you away from the table and back to his dorm.

Blaise Zabini.

Blaise was literally just eating. And that’s all it took.

That’s all it took for you to want him, to damn-near need him, right then and there.

He’d been flirty with you all morning, making you swoon over his every word with his typical Zabini charm, as though he was still trying to win you over.

You found yourself giggling like a goddamn first year more times than you could even begin to count while he was around, and it drove you crazy, in the best way.

You couldn’t help it, you just always wanted to be near him, kissing him, touching him. He just made you feel that needy. Effortlessly.

And that feeling carried over throughout the entirety of your day, and didn’t falter at dinner. Oh, not even in the slightest.

If anything, it intensified.

Just watching him, in his own little world, focused on his food, casually chiming into the conversation every now and then between bites--it just did something to you. Something you couldn’t explain.

The way the veins in his hands tensed with each movement, the confident aura that surrounded him, regardless of what he was doing, was just fucking intoxicating.

And so, while caught in a moment of both mental and sexual tension, you discreetly placed your hand on his thigh while continuing to eat, feigning innocence as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Blaise looked over, immediately, and you could practically feel the smirk on his lips.

But then, with his typical Zabini composure, he’d go back to eating, letting you keep your hand there.

As you dared to inch higher, he’d seamlessly continue conversing with his friends, as if entirely unaffected by your advances.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and to anyone else, it’d seem as though nothing out of the ordinary was transpiring.

At this point, you’d be completely convinced that you were enjoying this more than he was.

But then, as you’d get close to his crotch, dangerously close, he’d lean in, his voice so deep it’d send chills down your spine.

“You better stop.”

You’d grin, slowly moving higher, looking at him with innocent eyes. “Or what?”

“You just wait until I get you alone, babygirl…” he’d smirk, wetting his lips. “I’ll get you back real fucking good.”

Lorenzo Berkshire.

Lorenzo bloody Berkshire; your absolutely sexy, tease of a boyfriend.

Earlier, you had been paired together for an assignment in class, which had turned out to be the most infuriating part of your day.

Enzo was relentless in his teasing; partially because he couldn’t keep his fucking hands off of you, but also because he just loved getting a rise out of you.

All class he’d stared at you with those big brown eyes, biting on his fucking lip as he smirked at you, pressing his crotch against your ass as the two of you gathered supplies for the assignment, acting like he wasn’t doing anything wrong.

By dinner, your head was spinning, your nerves were shot, and you were more than determined to get him back.

And you’d do just that; finding your perfect opportunity while he was casually eating, not really paying you much attention.

You’d shift closer to him, resting your chin on your palm as you fixed your gaze on him, smirking a devilish smirk.

“So, Enz, what do you think of the new charms professor?”

You’d inquire, your voice like honey as it slipped past your lips, your fingers brushing against his leg in unison.

As soon as your hand connected with his thigh, he’d freeze, not daring to look at you, but stalling his movements completely, staring down at his plate as though it’d just grown two legs and spoke to him.

You’d grin, pulling your lip between your teeth in an attempt to hide it, watching him as he’d slowly resume his chewing, his breath coming in shallower bursts as you inched higher, excruciatingly slow.

“I-uh…he’s, he’s good-“ he’d stammer, his voice cracking, clearing his throat to mask it. “Thorough.”

“Oh, thorough, huh?” You’d tease, grin widening. “Why don’t you elaborate on that?”

His jaw would tense, his lids fluttering shut for the briefest moment as you grazed his crotch, adding pressure as to really get back at him, to really give him a taste of his own damn medicine.

He’d be flustered, undoubtedly, but he wouldn’t dare stop you, playing it off until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Then he’d lean in, softly setting his fork down as to not arouse any suspicion.

“My dorm, right now.” He’d practically beg. “I fucking need you.”

Mattheo Riddle.

Teasing Mattheo was not something you did, ever.

Because ‘teasing’, with Mattheo Riddle, was not a concept. It simply did not fucking exist.

You’d attempted it a few times, over your months of dating, and each time you’d found yourself either bent over a table, on your knees for him in a way-too-public location, or edged until you fucking cried/begged for release.

Mattheo never failed to let you know that he’d take you whenever and wherever the fuck he pleased.

‘Don’t poke the dragon’ or ‘let sleeping dogs lie’ ; were very much literal phrases when it came to your boyfriend.

and so you made sure not to tempt him, unless absolutely fucking necessary--However, today, it was more than absolutely fucking necessary.

And why was that, you might ask? Two reasons.

First one being that you’d slept in his dorm last night and woke up late late for class; all thanks to him.

Even though you’d made sure to remind him ten bloody times to set the alarm, he’d somehow still managed to ‘forget’.

And the second one was because he just looked so goddamn fucking sexy, and you were displeased with the fact that you didn’t have time for morning sex.

Regardless, as he was picking at his dinner, looking unbelievably exhausted, you took your chances.

You leaned closer to him discreetly, casually placing your hand on his thigh. He’d instantly tense, legs spreading wider almost involuntarily, grip tightening on his fork.

You’d inch higher, excruciatingly slow, nodding to Blaise as he said something to you, causally entertaining the conversation.

Mattheo’s jaw would tighten, so much it’d genuinely look painful, his head bowing toward the table as you slowly moved upwards.

But then, he’d grow tired of your teasing and grab your wrist, hastily moving it to his dick as he huffed, dropping his fork and running his now-free hand through his hair.

You’d be fuelled on, leaning toward his ear to whisper; “I need you so fucking bad, Matty…”

He’d snuff a groan, his nails digging into your wrist as he continued guiding your hand, guiding you in palming him through his trousers.

“You’re going to regret this, princess…” he’d mutter, his voice torn and laced with promise. “Can’t keep your fucking hands off of me, can you?”

You’d increased your movements, feeling him grow unbelievably hard beneath your fingers, and you’d know he wasn’t bluffing.

“I should bend you over right here, show the boys just what a desperate little slut you are for me….”

You’d smirk, snuffing your giggling, and that would be the last straw. He’d drag you up from the table and fuck you in the nearest closet/empty classroom.

Theodore Nott.

You were fucking bored.

So unbelievably bored that you weren’t sure how much more of it you’d be able to take.

The conversations at the table were about nothing of particular significance, and if you had to endure another second of Enzo’s mindless babbling you were certainly going to be sick.

Theo was seated beside you, aimlessly picking at his food, also looking incredibly bored.

It was not unnoticeable that the two of you were about ready to fall asleep on the damn spot.

In a moment of desperation, you turned to your boyfriend, attempting to spark up a conversation.

“So, what are we planning on doing this weekend?”

As Theo looked up, you’d instantly grow warm, his stormy blue eyes swirling with admiration as he glimpsed your lips, his once flat features beginning to soften.

“Can’t speak for you Bella, but know what I have on the to-do list,” he’d murmur, leaning in for a kiss.

Theo was never one to shy away from PDA.

As your lips met in a quick, soft kiss, you’d smile as he slowly pulled back. “Oh, yeah? And what might that be?”

That’s when you’d put your hand on his thigh, slowly trailing it upwards, instantly causing his eyes to darken, his jaw to tighten.

He’d spread his legs wider, inviting you to keep going, and you’d gladly oblige, palming him eagerly as the two of you held eye-contact intense enough to make you dizzy.

he’d smirk, sucking in shallow breaths as he leaned in for another kiss, muttering against your lips;

“You…you, and you again…”

Someone at the table would playfully groan in disgust and tell you two to get a room, and you’d just laugh before Theo agreed and dragged you back to his dorm.

Tom Riddle.

If you had to listen to one more second of Tom Riddle talking about school related topics, you were going to find the nearest bridge and jump. zero hesitation.

You absolutely loved your boyfriend, loved him to fucking death,

but after he’d spent all afternoon drilling transfiguration concepts into your brain, you honestly just wished he’d drill something else into you, instead.

And by the time dinner rolled around, your brain was mashed potatoes, yet Tom remained completely fucking relentless.

In between bites of food he’d ask you to recite the animagus transformation theory, and when you’d undoubtedly get it wrong, he’d sigh, grabbing the book and reading it back to you.

But no matter how many times he’d repeat it, it didn’t fucking matter, your mind was gone, completely elsewhere.

To be more specific, your mind was lost in a sea of your thoughts, thoughts about Tom’s big strong hands gripping your hips, his strong frame towering over you as he-

Gods, this was complete fucking torture, and you needed it to stop, right now.

Loosening your tie around your neck, you glimpsed him, watching his dark eyes scan the page, watching his long fingers as he pointed at what he was reading to you,

As you undid a few of the buttons on your blouse, your hand fell gracefully, landing on his thigh for support as you leaned over him, looking down at the book,

“Can you repeat that part for me again, Tom?…” you’d murmur, voice a slow drawl, failing to hide your smirk as your felt him tense. “Silly me…I don’t think I heard you correctly…”

Tom would know exactly what you were doing, and at first he’d try to play it off, clearing his throat as he tried to decipher where the fuck he’d left off.

But then, as you continued to inch higher, grazing his crotch, he’d groan, slamming the book shut.

“For Merlin’s sake, you’re a needy little slut, aren’t you?” He’d hiss, the annoyance in his tone mingling with amusement.

“Let’s go before I bend you over the fucking table.”

prefect duties | d.m

draco malfoy x fem!reader

summary : Snape asked Draco to watch over you in detention

warning : NSFW! smut, swearing, degradation (just a lil), praising, dom!draco, choking kink, mentions of alcohol and weed

word count : 4.1K

It was a Friday night, a party blasting through the Ravenclaw tower, yet you are stuck inside the cold palace of the potions classroom, serving detention for Snape. 

Earlier that day you had agreed to help the Weasley twins with their prank, but unfortunately, it had gone wrong. It is not often that the three of you would get caught since you always think the plan through, but since you were in a hurry the prank ended up sloppy. Don’t get me wrong, you successfully pulled the prank– you just didn’t successfully get away with it. The twins, however, got away– slipping into one of the secret passages inside the walls of Hogwarts, you weren’t so lucky. 

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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.

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"