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prettylittlehiddles · 2 months

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brother’s best mate | draco malfoy

pairings - draco malfoy/reader’s | brother’s best friend!au |

sypnosis : when your older brother's best friend finds out about your date with Diggory—he decides to give you a piece of his mind.

word count : 3.4k

warnings: smut, established siblings, weed, choking, pet names, minor girl fight, size kink, not proofread so sorry

authors note: the reader is 18 in high school and graduates in less than a few months!! no minors are sexual in this one-shot. draco is 19 and only one year older than the reader. this was fun to write but lowk got lazy at the end. hope you all enjoy its very smutty.

You walked alongside your class mate, Ginny Weasley—a fourth year just like you. A Gryffindor with fiery bright red hair and the personality of a lion, freckled marks littering her nose. She had been your newfound best friend, usually sticking within your own house which had been Slytherin up until recently.

Some drama that had occurred in third year, so you began to seek friendships from other houses as well. You never really cared, but your older brother insisted you hang out with your true kind. Whatever that meant.

Ginny paused as they strolled past the Great Hall. “Say, _ _—Oh!”

You felt someone run into you from behind, a brute force slamming into you full force. Your knees wobbled and collapsed as your palms shielded your face, stinging as they slapped the concrete floor. Blinking with wide eyes, your eyes snapped up to meet a pair of narrowed blue eyes.

“Parkinson,” Ginny called from behind you, storming past you. Your arm shot to reach for her wrist as you held her back. “Chill Gin, it’s cool.”

The dark haired girl smirked, crossing her thin arms over her chest, where her tits practically spilled out. You almost gagged at the sight as Pansy chuckled,

“Sorry, _ _. Didn’t see ya.”

“Bullshit!”

“She’s not even worth it. Come on,” You rolled your eyes, thankful Ginny had your back in the back of your mind. Pansy’s smirk faded as you spun around, reaching out and shoving you from behind. You fell forward once again, Ginny calling out your name as she kneeled beside you. Both of you send the laughing girl a glare.

“What is your problem?” You hissed, standing up on your feet. “I haven’t—“

“He broke up with me. Neville broke up with me—for you. You fucking cunt. And now, I’m going to beat you and that Gryffindor’s ass.”

Your brows knit together. Neville? But you hadn’t spoken to him in months, ever since last year. When he had broken up with you for Pansy Parkinson.

A smirk crept onto your lips, still on the ground. Her cheeks reddened at your next words, “Huh. Isn’t that ironic.”

“You bitch,” she gritted her teeth before slapping you across the face. Your eyes widened as you smiled in shock, not believing that this whore was fighting you over a man. When you had found out that Neville, who you dated for a solid two months, decided to cheat on you with Pansy Parkinson. The new, shiny exchange student from Beauxbaton Academy. She spoke French and was the only girl to show off cleavage.

She had been the talk of most of the boys in each house for months.

Apparently, the French liked to get down and under. Real quick. Half the boys went through her by the time summer rolled around. You remember your older brother mentioning her, saying if his best friend hadn’t fucked her before he graduated then he most definitely would have “tapped”. All he had earned from you was an eye roll.

“You crazy slag!” Ginny shouted, but before she could step in—a deep voice interrupted.

As you stood from the ground, picking up your book that you had dropped, you froze before quickly facing the voice. A warmness flourished in your chest as a familiar smirk was given to Pansy, by a blonde Slytherin that had graduated last year. Your brother, Alex , stood beside him, “Parkinson. Please don’t tell me your shoving my baby sis because of one of your personal wankers.“

Draco chuckled to himself, his head shaking before shoving his hands into his pockets. His hair had been combed to the side, a single strand falling over those piercing eyes of his. A black long sleeve tightened around his muscular back, a pair of black slacks to matched. You could almost smell his cologne from here.

“Can it, Waters,” she snapped at your brother, shifting her scowl into a smile when your sights landed on Draco.

“Draco—I didn’t know you were back. I would have looked for you.”

“Exactly why I didn’t,” he replied quietly, rubbing the back of his neck before clearing his throat.

Parkinson blushed a deep red, looking away from Draco. Ginny threw her a brow. “Didn’t you and Longbottom just break up?”

“Longbottom, Pans? The kid looks like a human piranha—bless his soul,” Alex chuckled, but you shook your head.

“No, he looks better. He got surgery.”

“No wa—!”

“Both of you shut up!” Pansy spat at both your brother and you, causing you all to just look at her with expecting looks. After her eyes swept back and forth across all of yours, she groaned before spinning around and stomping away. Alex tilted his head at her, “What’s with her?”

“Neville broke up with her for _ _,” Ginny replied, an knowing smile on her face as she nudged you. “But she happens to fancy someone else.”

“I would be mad to if a bloke that looked like that broke up—“

“Who?”

Your eyes found Draco’s. He was looking at you, with something new flickering in his eyes. His jaw was clenched as a soft smile played on his lips for you. Ginny nor Alex responded, waiting for you to respond.

“Urm, just some kid I met at a party.”

You were talking about Cedric Diggory. He was the golden boy of Hufflepuff, with those dreamy eyes and charming smile. Your heart soared whenever he passed you in the halls, sending you his specialty wink. You had to bite your lip to hold back a smile for the rest of the day, almost drawing blood. And last night, you had both texted non-stop.

Tonight you were supposed to meet him in Hogsmeade. Spring Break was coming up, which is why your brother had came in the first place. You always spent Spring Break with your brother—and Draco just always happened to be with him. They were inseparable. Ever since first year.

“You go out with him yet?” Draco asked another question, narrowing his eyes. His head tilted as he studied you.

“No.”

“But she’s meant to tonight,” Ginny added, throwing an arm around you. You threw her a stare but she wasn’t paying attention to you, sending heart eyes to Draco. She always a massive crush on him, and you were sure he knew. Especially when he sent her a boyish smile right now. “Thank you, Weasel. Though, you don’t look much like a weasel anymore.”

She tucked her hair behind her ear as Alex rolled his eyes. “Gross, bro. Don’t flirt with my baby sis’s friends, ight?”

Draco chuckled as you groaned, “Ginnyishelpingmepackokbye,” you rushed out before grabbing your giggling friend.

You stood outside your favorite restaurant in Hogsmeade—The Flying Dutchman. They had the best burgers in town, and you’re the one who actually proposed to come here when Cedric asked you out. Your brother, Draco, and you always came here for dinner when you rented out your hotel room. Like every Spring break. A faint smile wore on your lips at the memory as the spring breeze pressed warm kisses onto your flesh.

But as more time passed by, that smile began to fade. Cedric had been more than thirty minutes late.

Ginny texted her that about after an hour, you should call it quits. And so you kept checking your phone, tapping your glossy heel against the concrete of the sidewalk. Your heart banged on your rib cage as blood rushed to your ears. Everything was slightly muffled as embarrassment overcame you.

And when it hit nine o’clock, you began to walk to your hotel.

Anger coursed through your veins. How dare he asked you out then ghost you completely?

You pulled out your phone and sent him a few messages cursing him out before shoving it back into your purse. With glossy eyes, after about ten minutes, you had reached the hotel room you were to be having alone. Your brother and Draco would be sharing the next one over. Approaching the entrance, where green glass pillars cascaded over a tall, lavish building—you hummed as the cool air conditioning welcomed you.

“Welcome,” a faux customer service voice rung in your ear. Your eyes landed on the front desk attendant, a young man. “Do you have a reservation?”

“Yes. Under Waters.“

“The single queen bed with a walk in-closet?”

You blushed, “Yes.”

“Perfect. Will that be cash or credit.”

“It’s on file. I come like, every year,” you explained, and he nodded firmly before clicking his mouse a few times. He was short and chubby—hair receding slowly from the sides. You didn’t know that was possible. “Have you found it?”

“Yes. It went through and….perfect. You’re all set,” he bent over, opening a drawer and a pair of keys jingled in your ears. He pooped back up whilst kicking the drawer back closed—handing you your card and the wifi password. “This here is your room card for room number 67 as well as our wifi and password.”

“Thanks,” you sent him a smile before making your way inside. As always, the halls were the same. A green carpet with beige walls, random paintings everywhere. It smelled of old paper inside your room, a bed with red covers and white pillows rested on the large bed. A walk-in closet, as promised, was lodged in the corner next to the bathroom.

You decided to shower, still in a sour mood about being stood up. Taking off your makeup with a cleanser, you stripped off your clothes and hopped into the shower. Craving to feel the warm water soothe your tense muscles, you moaned as it happened moments later. Digging your vanilla shampoo into your roots, you used your net to scrub off the dirt and dead skin from your body.

After finding everything off, you wrapped a towel around your figure and opened the door to your bathroom. A scream tore from your throat at the sight of someone sitting on the corner of your bed.

“_ _. I’m high as fuck,” Draco ran a hand through his hair, a red hue glowing from his eyes. His eyelids hung low as he smiled lazily—flickering his gaze over to you. “Alex is passed out. He took too many edibles.”

You scoffed, “And I assume you were the more responsible one and maintained a decent amount of sobriety?”

“Big words, _ _. Big words for a little girl,” Draco taunted, your eyes rounding at his words. He had never seemed this laid back with you, always being the more poised and dignified out of him and your brother. Hair always slicked to the side, clothes looking tidy and clean cut. But his hair had been messy due to him running his fingers through the strands, and his black button up he had changed into had been unbuttoned halfway.

His gold chain glistened against his pale skin, your thighs clenching at the thought of it hanging in your face while he—

“How was the date?” He questioned, his eyes darkening. You gulped.

“He didn’t show.”

“What?” He rose his voice, standing up from his seat. You flinched at the intensity of his tone as his eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?”

“Why do you care so much?”

“Dammit, _ _,” he balled his fist, storming over to you. Your back hit the wall, clutching your towel to your body, as his palmed slammed against the wall and staid there. His scent of peppermint and marijuana, which led you to believe he had smoked instead of taking the edibles with your brother. His eyes swirled with a hidden emotion as breath fanned your lips. “Why can’t you just answer a simple question?” He scoffed,

“You never do what you’re told.”

“And you’re too high,” you mumbled, placing your hands on his chest to push him back. But he caught them, “Draco.”

“_ _,” He whispered, “I can’t watch you get heartbroken over these little fucking boys anymore.”

Your throat went dry. Had Draco liked you?

That didn’t make any sense. He had been the most popular boy at school. Him and your brothers were the two most crushed on guys at school, Draco running through a number of girls throughout his years. He always paid attention to you, never leaving you out. “What? You think it’s a coincidence that every dude you have a date with bails on you?”

Your eyes widen, “You’re the reason Cedric—?”

“Back when I was in Hogwarts,” he continued, his boyish smirk returning to his lips. “Looks like you don’t need my help in that department after all.”

He had been your brother’s best friend, and if you didn’t know any better, his high self just confessed to scaring off other guys to date you. Out of all the girls he could have had, tonight, it appeared he wanted you. And one thing about Draco Malfoy—

He always gets what he wants.

Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip as his piercing eyes bored into yours. His thumb reached out, shocking you, as it took place of your teeth. An animalistic look flashed in his eyes, “Relax, kid. It was a joke.”

“Don’t call me kid.”

Draco released a chuckle, taking a step back before shaking his head. He ran a large hand the lift his pale hair again, “Fuck. You’re Alex’s little sis,” he sighed, letting out sarcastic chuckles. “I’m turned on by my best friends sister.”

His words caught you by surprise. Your lips fell open in shock, eyes bulged and skin flushed. He tugged at his strands once more before muttering fuck it, turning around and walking straight towards you. You flinched say Draco grabbed your arm, pulling you into his chest before slamming his lips against yours.

They were smooth and plump, sucking on your own as his hand flew to your cheek. At first you hadn’t kissed back, in shock, but when his thumb began to rub the flesh of your face—you melted. Your lips fought against his as you completely surrendered to him.

His fingers found your hair, lightly tugging on the strands. A soft moan left your lips, causing him to hum, “You like when I pull your hair, little one?”

The nickname caused a shiver to run down your spine. A pool of wetness shot down your core, a pleasurable sensation overcoming you as he continued to kiss you. His scent overcame you as he spun the two of you around, laying you on the bed before crawling above you. His lips didn’t part from yours.

Pulling away, you panted as he observed you from above. Your hair had probably been a mess and completely damp. The towel wrapped around you had been the only thing separating you from the Slytherin above. His eyes were clouded with the drug, “You’re fuckin’ breathtakin.”

You blushed. You didn’t think you would ever hear him say that. Considering how much of a fan girl you used to be for him back in primary.

He dived down to close the gap between you two. “I wanna fuck you. Show you how it feels to cum around a grown dick like mine,” Draco breathlessly panted against her lips. His fingers dove to her towel, tossing to to the floor before looking down. His hair tickled her nose,

“Looks like every inch of you is perfect, _ _. Can’t wait to have you fall apart on my tongue.”

“Next time. I—want it now,” you breathed, craving to get fucked by Draco. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he grabbed one of your tits, popping it into his mouth before swirling his tongue around the bud. His eyes crossed at the taste, “Fuck, that feels so good.”

“YehBaby?” His voice was muddled by your mounds. You giggled as he founded the other one before doing the same. Your hips began to arch and he smirked,

“My horny little one,” he teased, sitting up straight. You chewed on your lower lip, clenching your thighs as his eyes staid on yours. Unzipping his slacks, he tossed them to the side along with his trousers before hooking his arms around your thighs. You shrieked as he yanked you to the edge, grabbing his cock, “You sure you can take it? A big dick like mine?”

You grabbed his bicep, which bulged under your hand. His arm had been twice the size of yours. Rubbing his swollen pink head against your clit, peering down at you. Your eyes widened up at him, all innocent like, pinching your nipples. His lips reached to kiss your feet before resting them both on his shoulders, “You sure about this, _ _? Because once I start, I can’t stop.”

“Please,” you pleaded, reaching for him. He chuckled before bending down, letting you wrap your arms around his neck. His thick cock began to slid into you, making you squeak his name, “Draco! Oh my—urgh.”

His red rimmed eyes looked down at you. As he inched deeper, the more your mouth dropped. He pecked your lips before moving more fluidly, more and more spikes of pleasure adding to your tummy. You weren’t a virgin—every guy you’ve been with always made you do all the work. So the fact that Draco had expertly began stroking his hard cock into your gushing pussy, you noticed more moans escaping you.

The blonde grunted, working half his cock inside. And then he pushed it all the way in, making both of you cry out in unison.

And then he chuckled darkly at your blissed out expression, a wicked smile curling onto his lips as he angled himself. His hips rammed into yours, holding your knees against him, as your tits jiggled before his eyes.

Cries and pleads babbled from your mouth.

“Yes! Please!”

“Draco—it feels too good.”

“My Merlin—I can’t—“

“Yeah?” He cooed, brutally snapping his hips against you. His thick head pushed into your walls, his abdomen rubbing against your puffy nub. With a tender voice, his hand flew to your throat, as he continued, “Just like that, little one? Move my hips like this?”

He gave her two harsh strokes, giving her a bruising kiss. Draco’s hair fell over his eyes as sweat glistened over his abs. Ring clad fingers snaked to your pussy, his thumb pressing circles into your clit. It began to pulse, meaning you were going to cum, making Draco raise his brows.

“It’s so warm, _ _. You gonna come on this dick?”

“Yes,” you whimpered, “Yes yes yes YES YES—“

Draco chuckled, kissing your lips to silence you. You came on his dick, being completely lost in the trance of your orgasm. It felt like a million glasses had broken in your ear, earth shattering before you as euphoria paused time. Never in your life had you came that hard.

And then he pulled out, sitting against the headrest on the bed. You sent him a look, still calming down from your high, as he tapped his thigh, “Come take a ride on this dick for me, baby.”

Without time to waste, you crawled over. He smiled at you evily as he guided you, “Sit with your back-good girl,” he instructed, making you face your back to his chest. He lifted your feet and stood them on his thighs, “I’m going to play with your pussy. Throw your arm around my neck and take this dick, that’s all you have to do. Okay little one? Can you handle that?”

To answer his question, you instantly grabbed his cock before sliding down. You cried out, “Ah!”

“That’s it. Juuuuuuust like that,” he shushed, rubbing three fingers on your swollen pussy. You jerked in his hold as he nipped at your ear, “I got you, baby. I got you.”

And with that he began rapidly thrusting up into your clenching pussy. You screamed out as his fingers fastened their pace, your back arching against his chest. Your arm shook as it clung to his neck, his lips attached to your nipple. The crude licking sounds edged you closer to your high.

His hand covered your entire stomach, “So tiny, baby. You like when I fuck this little pussy?”

Your tummy began to contract. Draco licked his fingers, tasting your juices, before rubbing them against your creaming pussy once again. Your brows rose in pleasure as a scream came from you, “I’m gonna—ah—“

“Come on,” he urged, “Come on come on come on—there it is! Just like that, _ _. Allll over my fucking dick.”

Your body twitched as you came on top of Draco. And when he felt your tight pussy gush around him, he grabbed you by your waist, prolonging your orgasm by animalistically rutting up into you. “Fuck, I’m gonna, fuck fuck fuck—“

“What the fuck?” Alex’s voice screamed in the air.

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prettylittlehiddles · 2 months

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UNLIKELY FRIENDSHIPS

pairing: blaise zabini x gryffindor!reader

synopsis: a snob like Blaise and an introvert like y/n could never be friends, yet the form a bond in which they both learn and grow

platonic

The Great Hall was bustling with students, their voices echoing off the high ceilings as they chatted animatedly over breakfast. Amongst the crowd, Blaise Zabini sat at the Slytherin table, his dark eyes scanning the room with an air of superiority. He held himself with confidence, his posture impeccable, as he engaged in conversation with his equally posh friends.

Meanwhile, tucked away at the far end of the Gryffindor table, sat Y/N, a shy and introverted student. Their eyes were downcast, focusing on their plate of food as they ate in silence. Y/N was content to blend into the background, avoiding attention and unnecessary interactions. They were used to being overlooked, and it suited them just fine.

Blaise caught a glimpse of Y/N sitting alone, their nervousness evident in the way they fidgeted with their silverware. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about them. Their reserved nature stood in stark contrast to his own outspoken personality. Blaise found himself inexplicably drawn to the mystery that surrounded Y/N.

Determined to satisfy his curiosity, Blaise decided to approach Y/N. He smoothly made his way towards them, his presence commanding attention as he towered over their small figure. Y/N tensed up, feeling a mix of anxiety and disbelief that someone like Blaise Zabini would even acknowledge their existence.

"Hello there," Blaise said, his voice laced with a hint of arrogance. "I couldn't help but notice you sitting here all alone. Mind if I join you?"

Y/N's heart raced, their mind struggling to process the unexpected encounter. They managed to nod, barely audibly, and Blaise took a seat across from them. The silence between them was palpable, each lost in their own thoughts.

Blaise, unaccustomed to the quietude, decided to break the ice. "You know, most people would jump at the chance to have a conversation with me. Yet, here you are, seemingly disinterested in my presence."

Y/N's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. They were well aware of their introverted nature and the difficulty they faced in social situations. The last thing they wanted was to draw attention to themselves, especially from someone as confident and popular as Blaise.

"Sorry," Y/N mumbled, their voice barely audible. "I'm just not good with talking to people."

Blaise's eyes softened momentarily, a flicker of understanding crossing his face. "Well, perhaps I can help you with that. Consider it a challenge."

Y/N looked up, their eyes meeting Blaise's intense gaze. They had no idea what he meant by a challenge, but there was something intriguing about the proposition.

"Alright," Y/N whispered, their voice gaining a bit more confidence. "I'm willing to give it a try."

And so, Blaise began a journey of guiding Y/N out of their shell. He took the time to learn about their interests, coaxing them to share their thoughts and opinions. Slowly but surely, Y/N started to open up, their shyness giving way to a newfound sense of self-assurance.

As the weeks went by, Blaise and Y/N formed an unlikely bond. Blaise's snobbish exterior gradually melted away, revealing a kind and patient side that Y/N hadn't expected. Blaise, in turn, discovered the joy of genuine connections rather than superficial ones.

One day, as they sat beneath a large oak tree by the Black Lake, Y/N found the courage to express their gratitude. Looking up at Blaise, who was seated on the grass next to them, they said, "Thank you, Blaise. You've helped me grow so much. I never thought I'd be able to have conversations like this. Before we met, I was so shy and insecure that I could barely talk to anyone. But you never made me feel like I was strange or different in any way. You always accepted me for who I am, and that has made all the difference."

Blaise gave them a soft smile, his eyes crinkling kindly as he looked down at Y/N. "The pleasure is all mine," he said. "You know, Y/N, before we met, I was pretty wrapped up in my own world. Being popular, being the life of the party, always getting my way; that was the only thing that mattered to me. I never really stopped to appreciate the little things in life, what really mattered and made me happy. But being around you has taught me the value of patience and understanding. I've come to realize that there's more to life than just appearances”

As Blaise spoke, Y/N's heart swelled with happiness. They could hardly believe that they had found acceptance from someone like Blaise—one of the most popular and confident students in the whole school. Before meeting him, Y/N had always felt like an outcast, like they didn't belong. But here they were, enjoying a moment of genuine connection with someone who had come to understand them and accept them for who they were.

As the sun set on the Hogwarts grounds, casting a golden glow over the pair, Blaise and Y/N sat in comfortable silence, content in each other's presence. Their journey together had transformed them both, proving that sometimes, the most unlikely friendships could blossom from the unlikeliest of circumstances.

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prettylittlehiddles · 2 months

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MINE, ALWAYS

pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

synopsis : they are rivals but once they are assigned roommates for a school trip they actually forget to argue about that, surprisingly accepting they have to share a bed.

warnings: rivals w sexual tension, eventual sexual content, (wanrning : plot before p0rn), piv, bj, f!ngering, one bed trope, everyone is above 18 obviously, possessiveness

smut, enemies to lovers, and some fluff if you squint

The Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogsmeade Station, and students excitedly disembarked, ready for their annual school trip. Among the bustling crowd, Draco Malfoy and Y/N Y/L/N found themselves eyeing each other warily. For years, they had been rivals, their rivalry filled with tension and sparks flying whenever they were in close proximity. This trip was no exception.

Fate had a funny way of working sometimes, and in this instance, it meant that Draco and Y/N found themselves assigned to share a room at the quaint inn where they would be staying. The room was cozy, with a single bed taking up most of the space. When they exchanged glances, they both felt a mixture of anticipation and unease at the thought of spending the trip in such close quarters.

After settling in, Draco decided to freshen up. He disappeared into the bathroom, the sound of running water echoing through the room. Y/N took this opportunity to unpack their belongings, trying to focus on the task at hand and ignore the butterflies fluttering in their stomach.

Minutes later, Draco emerged from the bathroom, his wet hair tousled and a towel wrapped securely around his waist. His silver eyes met Y/N's gaze, and for a brief moment, time seemed to stand still. There was an undeniable hunger in his eyes, a longing that neither of them could deny. Y/N felt their heart racing, their body trembling with anticipation.

But just as quickly as the moment had arrived, it vanished, replaced with the familiar tension and bickering that had defined their relationship for so long.

"You're taking up all the space," Draco snapped, eyeing the scattered belongings on the bed.

"Well, maybe if you weren't hogging the bathroom for so long, I wouldn't have had to unpack here," Y/N countered, their voice laced with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

Draco rolled his eyes, his trademark smirk playing on his lips. "Always finding something to complain about, aren't you?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, a smirk of their own forming. "Well, someone has to keep you in check, Malfoy."

As the trip continued, their bickering continued. Every interaction between them was laced with snarky comments and subtle jabs. But beneath the surface, there was an undeniable chemistry that neither of them could ignore. Every look or touch was charged with unspoken emotion, a tension between them that neither could deny. Even when they fought, there was a deep understanding of each other's feelings that kept them connected throughout the trip.

During a visit to a picturesque village, Draco and Y/N found themselves exploring together. The narrow streets were filled with the hustle and bustle of market vendors, but their focus was solely on each other. They wandered aimlessly, their banter providing a soundtrack to their journey. The tension between them seemed to grow with each passing moment, filling the air with an almost tangible electricity.

As they strolled along, they came across a small park, secluded and peaceful. Unable to resist the lure of the empty benches and serene atmosphere, they sat down, their eyes locked in a silent battle of wills. The world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them.

"You know," Y/N began, their voice softer than before, "I've always wondered why we seem to clash so much, other than the fact you are a spoiled little prick."

Draco's expression softened, curiosity evident in his eyes. "And what conclusion have you come to, Y/L/N?"

A small smile played on Y/N's lips. "I think it's because we bring out the best in each other, even if we don't always realize it.

Draco's gaze softened, his walls crumbling in the presence of Y/N's vulnerability. "Perhaps you're right. We've always pushed each other to be better, even if we've gone about it in the most antagonistic way possible."

Silence settled between them for a moment, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, they reverted back to their familiar bickering.

"You're still as insufferable as ever, Malfoy," Y/N teased, their voice filled with fondness.

"And you're still as infuriating, Y/L/N," Draco shot back, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

But this time, the bickering was laced with something different. It held a hint of affection, a deeper connection that both Draco and Y/N were beginning to acknowledge.

As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the village, they made their way back to the inn. The room awaited them, the single bed serving as a constant reminder of the tension that had simmered between them all day.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, their gaze flickering between Draco and the bed. They took a deep breath, their usual shyness and insecurity being replaced by a newfound confidence. "I suppose we'll have to make do with the sleeping arrangements, won't we, Malfoy?"

Draco's eyes gleamed with a mixture of surprise and desire. "I suppose we will, Y/L/N. Still despise your face though, don’t be spreading around that i allowed you to share my bed."

Y/N smirked, rolling their eyes. "Of course, Malfoy. Wouldn't have it any other way."

And so, with a mix of tension, desire, and undeniable chemistry, Draco and Y/N climbed into the single bed, their rivalry and bickering fading into the background. In that moment, they found solace in each other's presence, their hunger finally acknowledged and their connection strengthening.

When only pure silence was heard right before they fell asleep Y/N heard a whisper yell from Malfoy’s side "You think you're so much better than me? You think you're so much smarter? You're just a nosy, stuck-up, know-it-all-Bimbo!"

"At least I'm actually smart enough to understand the concept of 'personal space!' You're just a spoiled, entitled brat who's never had to work for anything in your life!” she replied firmly yet half asleep

Draco's body tensed at Y/N's comment, their bickering reaching a boiling point. His hands wrapped around Y/N's wrists, roughly manhandling them and pulling them close.

"You're so stubborn!" Draco hissed, his breath hot against Y/N's ear. "Do you seriously think I won't do anything if you refuse to listen to me?"

Y/N glared back, struggling against Draco's grip, but unable to break free.

Draco's grip tightened around Y/N's wrists, a possessive glint in his eyes. He leaned inhis lips brushing against Y/N's neck as he whispered "You're mine, Y/N you belong to me" He trailed kisses down her neck, nipping at her skin as she moaned in pleasure

Draco's eyes narrowed as he watched Y/N struggle against him a cruel smile playing at the corners of his lips. He leaned in, his lips brushing against Y/N's ear as he whispered "You know you want this. You want me to take control, to make you mine" With a sudden movement Draco spun Y/N around, pressing her against the wall. His hands roamed over her bodypinning her wrists above her head as he claimed her lips in a rough, possessive kiss.

Y/N moaned into the kiss, her body responding to Draco's touch despite her angerHe pulled awaya wicked grin on his face as he leaned in to whisper in her ear once more.

"You're mine, Y/N. And I'll do whatever it takes to make you realize it" With thatDraco claimed Y/N's lips once more, their bodies moving together in a frenzy of desire as he asserted his dominance over her once more

Y/N's struggles ceased as Draco's touch sent shivers down her spine. She arched her backpressing herself closer to him, craving more of his touch. Draco's hands roamed over her body tracing every curve and dip, igniting a fire within her.

Their bickering forgotten, they gave into their desires their bodies entwined in a passionate embrace. Draco's lips met Y/N's, his tongue exploring her mouth as she moaned in pleasure. He pushed her onto the bed, his hands roaming over her body as he stripped her of her clothes

Draco pushed Y/N against the wall, his lips crashing against hers in a fierce, possessive kiss. He gripped her hips tightly, grinding his hard cock against her thigh.

Y/N moaned into his mouth, her body responding to his touch despite her anger. Draco's hands roamed over her body, his fingers digging into her flesh as he claimed her as his own.

He broke the kiss, his lips trailing down her neck as he bit and sucked at her skin, leaving marks of his ownership all over her body. Y/N's body trembled with desire as Draco's hands roamed over her, his fingers finding their way between her legs.

He teased her, rubbing her clit with a fierce hunger before plunging his fingers deep inside her. As he fingered her, his other hand found its way to her breast, pinching and twisting her nipple until she cried out in pleasure.

He continued to finger her, his pace increasing as he took her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Finally, he pulled his fingers out of her, turning her around and pushing her down onto her knees.

He unzipped his pants, pulling out his hard cock and thrusting it into her mouth. Y/N took him eagerly her mouth enveloping him as she worked him with her tongue Draco's hands tangled in her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her mouth with a fierce hunger.

He pulled out of her mouth pushing her back against the wall and lifting her legs up to wrap around his waist. He thrust into her with a fierce hunger, his body slamming against hers with each movement

Y/N cried out in pleasure, her body writhing against his as he took her closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. Draco's thrusts became more urgent and intense, his body trembling with desire as he neared his own peak.

As he continued to pound into her, his grip on her throat tightened leaving marks of his ownership all over her body. Y/N's nails dug into his back as he continued to thrust into her with a fierce hunger

Their bickering reached a boiling point, with Draco manhandling Y/N and claiming her as his own, he took control making her his in a rough, possessive kiss and teasing her with a fierce hunger before plunging his fingers deep inside her.

Finally, they reached their climax, their bodies writhing in ecstasy as they cried out each other's names. Draco asserted his dominance once more, reminding Y/N that she belonged to him.

Draco's grip on Y/N's body loosened as he pulled out of her, his chest heaving as he looked down at her. Y/N's eyes were closed, her body still trembling with pleasure.

Draco leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead as he whispered, "You're mine, Y/N. Always" Y/N opened her eyes, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips.

"I know," she murmured, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair. "I wouldn't want it any other way"

Draco helped Y/N to her feet, holding her close as they stood there, their bodies still intertwined. He pressed a soft kiss to her lips, his hands trailing down her body as he whispered, "You're so beautiful, Y/N. I could never get enough of you"

Y/N blushed, leaning into him as she whispered back, "I feel the same way about you Draco. I love you"

Draco's eyes softened, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. "I love you too, Y/N. Always and forever”

They stood there for a few moments longer, their bodies entwined as they basked in the afterglow of their passion. Finally they pulled apart, their eyes meeting as they smiled at each other

Draco took Y/N's hand, leading her towards the bed. "Come on" he said, his voice low and husky. "Let's get some rest, we have a lot more exploring to do tomorrow"

Y/N smiled, following him to the bed as they settled in for the night, their bodies entwined as they drifted off to sleep in each other's arms

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Potter

Slytherin boys (separate) x fem! Potter!reader

Slytherin boys: Draco Malfoy, Mattheo Riddle, Theodore Nott, Lorenzo Berkshire, and Blaise Zabini.

Warnings: forbidden romance?, swearing, smoking, alcohol, partying, horny teens, probably incorrect body shots.

Note: got back into Harry Potter and fell into the Slytherin boy rabbithole hole💚

Backstory:

You used to be very close to your twin brother. But your relationship changed for the worst during your first year at Hogwarts.

While Harry had been sorted into Griffindor, you had been sorted into Slytherin.

The both of you had tried to keep your relationship intact, but the rivalry between your two houses made it practically impossible.

By fourth year, you and Harry were practically strangers, and uninvolved with each other’s lives…

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Howl Pendragon Gets a Little Feral

Pairing: Howl Pendragon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, marking, scratching, jealousy, possessive sex, clothes ripping, outdoor sex, shifting (just his hands), feral Howl

A/N: Yes, he's pretty as fuck but I want him pretty and feral.

Pride and charisma were big parts of who Howl was as a person. His charisma and charm got him to a lot of high places, and a lot of trouble, the scales varied. His pride was something he was willing to get into arguments over, and it certainly got him into more trouble then otherwise.

Howl's pride was why you didn't even make it into his castle, just to the door before he couldn't wait to kiss you anymore. Howl's pride could easily turn into jealousy, with very little provocation at that. Like a soldier asking you for a dance. He didn't have to fly you away after kissing you in front of the soldier, his kiss was enough of a statement, he didn't have to push you against the rail and grunt as he tried to get clothes out of the way but he did.

"I never took you of all people to be the jealous type Howl." You helped him get your dress out of the way because seeing him this forceful almost never happened. Howl was a gentle and giving lover, you never thought that would be influenced something as simple as a dance.

"It wasn't the dance. It was the way he and his friends looked at you." Howl pushed the tip of his cock against your pussy, "Like... like you owed them something. It made me sick. You're not theirs, you don't owe them anything." He kept still, only a few inches of his cock sinking in, his hands shaking on your thighs from both anger and lust.

"You're right. I'm not theirs. I'm yours. Your girl right?" You impaled yourself on his cock, taking the whole length at once. Howl's hands shifted, his black feathers growing up his arms, up to his elbows, his sharp claws leaving lines on your thighs.

He never marked you like this, with kisses sure, almost always, but this was a first. "Yes. My girl." His breath came out in deep, quick, labored pants, "Shall I mark you as such?" Soft hands moved down your thighs to smooth over the marks he's made but still twitching along your skin.

"By all means, mark me as much as you want." Claws dug into your skin again, this time sneaking from your thighs to your arms and gripping them, pulling your body taunt while he started moving in and out. You could feel those sharp claws dig into your skin. "You can mark me on the inside too."

"I-Inside." Howl grunted at the thought, the smacking of his hips slightly dampened by the clothes that kept getting in the way, "Fuck." The sound of clothes ripping made your cunt clench so hard, you couldn't even be mad, "That's much better." His voice shifted more towards a growl towards the end as his thrusts also grew in speed and ferocity.

You pulled yourself closer to the railing to give yourself more stability, your legs shaking with every impact. Howl followed you not wanting to lose the warmth around his cock even for a second. His hands gripped the railing, almost caging your body.

"Still alright to do it inside as well?" He nibbled against the outer shell of your ear, looking for your approval. You nodded and made your pussy ripple around his cock, inviting him to finish. Just a few rough thrusts later and the railing under his hands bent as he painted your insides white with his cum.

You moved against him, hands going over his, feeling the feathers prickle and relax under your touch. "Howl. I'm all yours." You moaned, as if hoping that everyone would hear you as you came and went slack, letting him catch your exhausted body in his arms. The soft kisses and touches were back, his words of love making you twitch around his cock, milking the last couple of drops from his cock.

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Howl Pendragon Gets a Little Feral

Pairing: Howl Pendragon x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, marking, scratching, jealousy, possessive sex, clothes ripping, outdoor sex, shifting (just his hands), feral Howl

A/N: Yes, he's pretty as fuck but I want him pretty and feral.

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Imagine Howl saving you from the Witch of the Waste's henchmen

Masterlist

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Hello! Hope you're staying hydrated ♡ Can I request a fluffy scenario of Howl and reader in a flower garden? Reader decides to make different flower accessories to give to Howl (flower crown, bracelet, rings, etc.) Hope you have a great timezone and stay safe!!

Thank you for the kind words! I've had a headache since 6AM (now 9PM:( ) so I've been drinking plenty today! And this is such a sweet scenario, I couldn't wait to write it! Also if picking flowers with Howl had a soundtrack, it would be Strawberry Blonde on repeat and I can't elaborate, it just makes sense in my head.

Wildflowers

The sun beat down on your back, warming you through your white summer dress but not unpleasantly so. The dress had been chosen for you by Howl and was covered in a micro-floral print of dusty pink roses, violet forget-me-nots and their little green leaves. It hugged your chest and became loose below your breasts. The neckline was square and the sleeves puffed around your upper arms, stopping just shy of your elbows.

Your fingers were wrapping oxeye daisies, Queen Anne's lace and bachelor's buttons into a crown which you reached over to set upon Howl's dark, braided hair. You smiled proudly at your work, little violets woven into his small braids that you had woven yourself.

He turned around to face you with a smile tugging at his lips.

"How do I look?" He teased, leaning forwards so that your noses brushed against each other, breath fanning gently against your lips.

"Like a flower prince." You replied with a grin, closing the distance between the two of you as you sweetly pressed your lips to his, feeling his fingers come to rest beneath your skin you pulled back and began plucking up more flowers with your fingers, picking out some buttercups and beginning to weave them into a simple ring.

Meanwhile, Howl laid down with his head resting on your lap, making you smile down at him and he held his hand up to block the sun from his eyes so that he could look up at you, his other hand coming up so that the backs of his fingers could gently graze against the softness of your cheek.

You didn't miss the adoration in his eyes as he looked upon you and you returned the look in full, taking his hand from your cheek to try and slide the floral ring onto his finger. However, Howl stopped you and took the little ring from your hand, sliding it onto your finger instead.

"Perhaps I can get you a real one, one day." He mused and you felt your breath catch in your throat, heart fluttering in your chest like the wings of the butterflies in your stomach, "Gold or silver... Y/n Pendragon..." You felt your fingertips tremble in excitement, unable to hide the wide smile that rested upon your lips.

"Do you mean it?" You asked in a whisper and his face softened, assuring you of his love with a single look.

"Of course I do..." And he chuckled lightly at the force which you used to dive down and cup his cheeks, lips crashing onto his passionately with the smell of the sweet wildflowers surrounding the two of you.

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☁️Masterlist of Masterlists ☁️

JJK Masterlist

My Hero Academia Masterlist

Assassination Classroom Masterlist

Sk8 The Infinity Masterlist

Bungou Stray Dogs Masterlist

OHSHC Masterlist

Howl's Moving Castle Masterlist

Original Writing Masterlist

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franchise m.list

Request Guidelines

∘ Legend of Zelda

∘ Persona

∘ Hypnosis Mic

∘ Ensemble Stars

∘ Boku No Hero Academia (BNHA)

∘ Hunter X Hunter

∘ Studio Ghibli

∘ Genshin Impact

∘ League of Legends/Arcane

∘ Brand New Animal (BNA)

∘ Blue Exorcist

∘ Ouran High School Host Club

∘ Avatar: The Last Airbender

∘ Uta no Prince Sama

∘ Final Fantasy

∘ Seven Deadly Sins (Nanatsu no Taizai)

∘ Great Pretender

∘ Black Butler

∘ Mystic Messenger

∘Haikyuu!!

∘Bungou Stray Dogs

∘High Rise Invasion

∘Yakuza

∘Cowboy Bebop

∘Fullmetal Alchemist

∘SPY X FAMILY

∘Jujustu Kaisen

∘BLUELOCK

∘Buddy Daddies

∘Death Note

∘Noragami

∘Moriarty the Patriot

∘Fire Force

∘Honkai Star Rail

∘Holidays

Buy me a coffee?

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𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐧 - 𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐥 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

“I… darling, I would love to savor you. I loved hearing your voice scream my name, I want to hear every sound you make, but right here, right now, you could get us caught. And… I didn’t think you were done yet.”

“Mmmm,” you say around his fingers. Howl groans again, moving them into a V-shape when your suction relaxes. His rings gently clack against each other as he opens and closes, repeating the motion a few more times before bringing them back together and out of your mouth. A thin trail of saliva attaches your lips to his fingers as he draws back, glistening in the sun before snapping. You wipe the back of your mouth, looking up at him and panting slightly.

“No, we’re not done,” Howl repeats softly.

ɴꜱꜰᴡ | ᴍɪɴᴏʀꜱ ᴅɴɪ

pov : second person, AFAB reader, feminine pronouns; reader is wearing a dress á la Howl's Moving Castle costume design ☆ tags: angst, smuτ, fιngering, oraI, (female receiving), finger sucking, wall sεx; suggested that magic is used/ Howl is strong enough to lift reader a little ☆ word count: ~3.9k ☆ ao3 link ☆ recommended mood playlist: marzipan

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The Wizard Howl is openly selfish today, grabbing and hasty and hot over you. You’ve put off his advances for the sake of societal appearances, but it’s only made him more persistent – and, though you can’t admit it out loud, more full of desire yourself. Howl is used to getting what he wants when he wants it.

And he wants you, he’s been wanting you for weeks now, as he tells you again and again here in the brick alleyway as he palms at your clothes.

“Tell me you don’t,” he says, whining in your ear, lips just grazing your jaw and neck. He grabs at your waist with one hand, the other pushing into the wall behind the café where you’d just let him take you to lunch. He almost kisses your neck as he whispers, the heat from his presence hovering over your skin. “Tell me you don’t want me to touch you.”

“No,” you say. You know as well as he does that the answer is grammatically vague, and he chuckles lightly as his hand flexes over you. You close your eyes, sighing gently, opening them when you feel the warmth of his lips move away from your throat. Howl’s leaning back, staring at you again, a soft insincere smile playing at the edge of his lips. He’s so beautiful, so bright and golden and strong like the sun. You’re aware of your heartbeat stuttering over itself, know that your lips are just barely parted, feel the heat rising to your cheeks.

And in the back of your mind rises the rumors that you’ve heard, the rumors you find hard to believe when you stare into his brilliant sapphire eyes (but that you wonder, you just wonder for the sake of your own safety if they could be true) – that when you give him what he wants, he’ll rip your heart out after.

But his eye have a hollow tenderness behind the twinkling mischief, and you can’t – just can’t quite bring yourself to believe that he would.

Almost.

Howl lets go of your waist, suddenly tingling without his touch, and raises his hand to your cheek. Your breath catches, and he smiles just a little wider.

“What troubles you? Haven’t I given you reason to trust me? Don’t you trust me?” Howl asks, his voice dropping quieter, lower. Your face tilts into his inviting hand almost instinctively. He leans in, kissing your other cheek.

“Mm- no,” you say, again vaguely. But that gentle kiss on your face is your unraveling. You sigh softly, and Howl moves to your lips, shining eyes locking on yours before you sink your lids close and fully surrender the last of your reservation.

Because Howl’s a good kisser. Of course he is. His lips are warm and like fire, strong with power that just barely buzzes beneath his skin, and you can feel it in his kiss. He tastes like sweet spice. You find yourself reaching up, locking your hands around his neck, the gentle soft strands of sun-gold hair cascading around your fingers. His tongue parts your lips, deepening the kiss. Before you realize it, your knee has slid between his legs, your hips almost grinding against his.

Howl’s hand slowly moves down your jaw to your throat, fingers splaying out, thumb over your pulse point as his fingertips dip under the neckline of your dress. His other hand must have come off the brick behind you, because you feel both roaming over your shoulders. His mouth begins to move, breaking the kiss to come back up your cheek, nipping gently against your earlobe as your head lolls back in response at the sensation.

He knows he’s hit a sweet spot right there under your ear, because you feel his mouth spread in a grin.

“That’s my girl,” he says softly.

He’s feeling for the dress fastening at the back of your neck, and you drop your arms, pressing your palms into the warm, sunbaked brick as he frees the buttons of your dress. Your eyes dart up, searching the alleyway for signs of life in the windows, but not pushing Howl away. He keeps moving, all the way down your back until the garment is slipping, and you shift your shoulders to let the fabric fall to your waist. It leaves you in the sheer slip undergarment and stockings. Howl runs a finger under the thin, silky shoulder strap, tugging lightly before letting go, moving to your chest. He lets his hands dance over the thin fabric. How’s touches tease, cupping you in his hands and finding your nipples with his pinching thumbs. His rings are still cold to the touch, icy metal pushing through the silky fabric. You gasp, hands scrambling against the wall to keep yourself up.

When Howl looks up at you again, the grin is still dancing over his face as your chest arches instinctively towards him in response.

“I’ve wanted this,” Howl says. He sounds purring, satisfied and smug, like he’s just gotten what he wants after throwing a temper tantrum and proud of his victory. “I’ve been waiting to touch you for so long.”

You moan, feeling the roughness of his fingers over the satin covering of the undergarment. His hands push, rolling to your ribcage and back up from under your chest to smear over you, and every last bit of fear is pushed away with his persistent touch. You’re left only with the desire that’s been deep inside you since you first saw the golden-haired man, the desire you tried to deny and tame with logic and self-imposed rules, and finally accepting.

“And… if I say… I’ve wanted you too?”

You’re rocking against the brick as your back arches into him.

“Oh, you wicked tease,” Howl says. There’s a crackle of glee in his voice, and he leans up, planting another quick kiss on your lips before slowly dropping down to his knees, tugging the rest of your dress down with him. The afternoon sun is directly overhead, keeping you hot even as your body trembles bare beneath only the thin silk slip.

Howl’s moving again, hands light on your ankles as he pulls your boots and stockings off, shrugging his own cloak away and pulling his shirt over his head before starting up. He gently nudges your feet apart, and you clap your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself as his head comes up between your legs, just under the mid-length hem of the slip. He kisses the soft, sensitive skin of your inner thighs, first one, then the other.

He comes quickly to your cunt, and you didn’t realize you were so wet until you feel the heat of his breath as his kisses turn open-mouth. Howl’s mouth sucks lightly on you.

“O- oh!”

His face turns up, your knees weak and pliant as he moves between you. His tongue pushes you apart to taste you. He balances himself with hands pushed into your thighs, fingers gripping you tighter and tighter every moment. Your muscles clench in response.

“Howl – ” you start, but his tongue moves faster than yours and pushes up, greedily, hungrily, and you cut yourself off with a cry. You force your lips closed and try to turn it into a moan, suddenly mindful of the windowed buildings surrounding you, the dim clatter of the street outside the alleyway. You’re certain no one saw the two of you duck back here on Howl’s “shortcut” walking you home, that no one would take the same path down, but you shouldn’t scream.

“Howl!”

But it’s hard not to, with Howl’s tongue inside you, curling and flickering up to your clit as his right hand reaches for your entrance. His fingers tense, rubbing against each other in the space between your thighs, sliding your slickness between him before he pushes the index and middle straight into you. You moan again, your breath stuttering as he runs the flat of his tongue all the way down to your entrance, stuffed with his fingers fucking you, and then back up to your clit. Your knees lose all strength. His tongue alternates long, heavy licks with short teasing ones as he still moves up and down, and his fingers continue working into you, pushing directly up as the side of his thumb pulls your folds apart.

“Ohh……”

It aches, so deliciously. Your body craves friction, your thighs trembling as they’re kept apart by his head. If you were lying on your back, you would have been bucking your hips towards him, but rocking back and forth here in the alleyway is the best you can do. Your grip on Howl’s shoulders gets sweaty as your heartrate races, and you shift to his hair, grabbing fistfuls of gold.

His fingers slide so easily in and out of you, plunging up so hard it feels like you’re getting impaled onto him, the angle hitting so deeply to your core every time that your knees buckle. You have to lean back, even with the rough brick scratching your skin, probably pilling the thin silk of your slip. You feel yourself coming to the edge as Howl’s expert fingers and tongue continue to play over you slowly faster and faster.

It’s the kiss he presses once more to your inner thigh, sticky and wet as he draws away, that makes you fully melt. You feel yourself throb, pulsing so hard it almost feels like you’ve come. The pressure beats at your core, cunt feeling close to buzzing. You let go of his hair and his head falls back from under the short hem of the slip. He looks up at you again, his hand on your thighs so deep in the flesh that you know you’ll bruised.

“I should have tasted you sooner,” Howl says. His hair is disheveled. His eyes are clouded with lust.

“Help yourself,” you say weakly. The blood rushes through you as your body reels, tilting back away from the edge of orgasm, wishing he would continue.

“You’re delicious,” Howl says. He rises, golden hair catching the light as he comes back up to you, offering his hand to your mouth. Your lips are parted, but you don’t expect it when he slips the two fingers into your mouth. “Taste.”

Your eyes flutter as you moan involuntarily. Howl’s words falter as he moans too, struggling to get his words out as you suck around his fingers, feeling the space tighten in your mouth. His skin is salty beneath your own taste, his rings metallic and smooth under your tongue.

“No, we’re not done,” Howl repeats softly, and he grabs the sides of your face in his hands and draws you towards him again. This kiss is frantic, ravenous, deeply hungry as his mouth is over yours once more. His spicy taste is mixed musky with your own, and you raise your hands to hold his wrists, pressing him close to you. Your back is still roughly pinned against the brick alleyway walls but your hips are straining forward to Howl’s body as he mumbles incoherent, groaning curse words into your mouth.

You let go of his wrists with a squeeze and move your arms out, running your hands along the expanse of his chest. His skin is warm and rises and falls rapidly with his heavy breaths. Your heart is beating so loud in your own ears that you can’t hear his, as your hands move down to his pants.

Howl lets go of you and breaks the kiss with a groan, moving his hands to meet yours and fumble at the fastening of his pants. You let out a sigh, a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, and tug against his waistband.

He opens his pants and you feel his cock against the back of your hand, already stiff. His eyes bore into yours, and a smile spreads over his lips, a heavy grin rather than the earlier smug smirks. “Now.. we don’t want to get caught, right?”

“Fuck.. right,” you say hoarsely. Your hand moves out, meets his as he strokes his hand over his cock. He laces his fingers through yours and guides it over him, his eyes not leaving yours as he leads you in stroking gently over him. He’s hard under your palm, and you keep stroking up and down when he lets go of your hand to wrap his hands around the hem of your slip and urge it up over your hips.

“Good,” Howl says, and he twists the fabric in his one hand and uses the other to lift your thigh slightly forward. He leans in, his cock coming between your legs as you try to guide him to your entrance with shaking fingers. His hips almost press right into yours as he moves back and forth, rubbing his cock right between your thighs, teasingly under your cunt.

You moan, the sound slipping louder from your chest as you let go of him and let your hands fall back to the brick wall.

“Be a good girl, and don’t scream, okay?”

You nod, trying to keep yourself under control as much as possible, but it’s so difficult, damningly difficult. The brick against your back begins to feel pleasurably rough as he rocks against you. The aching need is building, roaring, longing to feel him inside you. Your cunt throbs, hot and wet, feeling his cock right under you. You want Howl, you need him.

“My good girl,” Howl says, his voice raspy with lust. You groan, adjusting your feet and standing a little further apart, and it’s just what he needs to angle his next rocking motion forward right into you, lubricated by your own slick arousal.

“Oh!”

It’s hard to keep your promise to be quiet, your knees immediately going weak at the feeling of his first thrust into you. This is even better, and Howl’s next thrust into you is smooth and deeper as you slump into the wall. You try to buck your hips back to meet him, but his pace is too hard and fast even as you try to move with him.

Howl moves with full force, hands holding your shoulders before shifting to brace himself on the wall, over your head as he grunts with his thrusts. His muscles strain on either side of your head and his face, and your hands ball into fists against the brick. He fills you up with every thrust with how hard he’s fucking you. If it felt like his fingers were impaling you, his cock almost feels like you’re splitting apart. You feel your slick wetness against your inner eyes, pooling out of you with every stroke out and pump back in, and the moans ride out of you louder and louder.

“Shhh,” Howl hisses as your voice rises, and moves one of his hands from the wall over your head to cover your mouth, thumb into your cheek and side of his hand pushing between your lips. It cuts off your sound, and you lightly bite that space between his thumb and forefinger as your voice gurgles into a whimper.

Howl thrusts his hips up into you harsher and faster, the heat burning at the base of your stomach beginning to spread through your body as his thrusts fall into a frantic rhythm. Your thighs begin to shake at the effort of keeping your body at this angle, and it turns into a full-body quiver. It races against the build of your orgasm, and you whine into his hand again as his cock rubs into you with each stroke.

“Hold onto me, hold tight,” Howl whispers roughly, and lets go of your mouth. His pace falters a little as you do what he says. You wrap your arms around his neck under his golden hair, and both of his hands come to scoop your ass, digging right into the back of your thighs as he hoists you up against the wall.

You gasp, half in pain at the scraping brick that is likely shredding your slip to ribbons, and mostly in a shooting, delicious pleasure as he lifts you effortlessly over his cock. It makes his thrusts even deeper as he fucks you against the brick, and he leans his body into yours. The pressure is electric, and you squeeze your thighs around him, crossing your ankles and bringing Howl closer to you, allowing him deeper and deeper as you feel his pants slip further down his thighs.

“You…feel so good, so tight…” Howl says, his voice low but clear against you.

Your arms clutch over his back, digging your nails into the firm skin, arching your neck as you buck and moan under the warmth of his body, muffling yourself in his shoulder as you try to keep quiet. Howl’s lips are moving again against your throat, suckling and kissing with an urgency as his mouth opens against you to leave love bites. Your body trembles even harder as you struggle to take a clear breath, pinned between him and the wall, your entire body a live wire. His breath is just as wild, something hungry over your body that makes your skin prickle as his grunts and groans vibrate over you. It’s intoxicating, every sensation over and into you, his cock thrusting into your depths and spreading ecstasy through your veins.

“Fuck, oh fuck,” you whisper into his shoulder. Howl makes a hissing, satisfactory noise, his hands tightening on the back of your thighs. His cock stretches you, plunging deeper, deliciously pulling you apart as he comes in, rocks out, and slams back in again.

“How long…have you been waiting to get fucked like this?”

You scrape your nails up across his back, coming up to his shoulders again for balance. Your inner thigh muscles strain against the expanse of his body, and you try to clench your muscles to keep yourself against his hips.

“Since… since the beginning,” you admit jaggedly, briefly closing your eyes and hunching your shoulders into Howl, his breath hot on your neck. “I wanted you.. as soon as I saw you.”

He makes a sound like a sharp laugh, like it’s all he can force out. “Tease,” he says, almost triumphantly. His fingers dig into your flesh and suddenly his thrusts move frantically. He’s fucking you harder, your composure fully coming apart.

“Howl…”

You force your head back, leaning against the wall as your body rides up and down with the force of his movements. Your body is racing towards the long-desired orgasm hard and fast with every thrust of his cock. Your body quivers, the pressure below your hips beating in time with your heart. Howl’s eyes meet yours, burning and dark, and you angle your chin forward to kiss him.

He catches your lips, and you whimper into his mouth as the kiss moves. Your fingers dig into skin just as his does, his moans caught in your throat as they come out. The tight, hot heat at the base of your stomach is so close to bursting. You’re ready, you’re so close.

“Howl.. I’m…I’m going to come, I‘m going to come,” you say, gasping, forcing the words as you try to stifle the cries with his kiss. But Howl leans back, immediately parting from your lips.

“I want to hear you. I want to hear you come for me,” he says, eyes flashing and teeth gritting in a devious smile.

You whimper, feeling your inner thighs quiver, unable to sustain any of it anymore. “Howl – ”

“I want to hear you come, I don’t care if the whole town hears,” he says, insistent. His voice, deep and raw, is enough alone to push you over the edge.

You whine again, but it’s weaker, your body so overstimulated.

“Let go,” Howl says, and you feel your whole body shudder as it breaks. And you scream. You feel your inner muscles tighten and spasm over Howl’s cock as the heat wave roars through you. It reaches up behind your stomach as you come apart over him, the cry ricocheting through the abandoned alleyway into the hot afternoon sky.

Howl comes too with his own symphony of groans, grinding his hips deep into your tight core and pushing you directly against the wall, almost into the bricks as his frantic thrusts break rhythm. You gasp, feeling him hot inside you as your nails dig into his shoulders, the waves of pain and pleasure crashing into each other.

He kisses you again as his cock throbs inside you, holding you close as the kisses come tender this time, fingers flexing and bending into you as both of you come down. Howl pulls out of you as he helps you back down on your feet. Your entire body feels raw and ragged, your thighs sticky with fluids that cannot be contained.

Howl kisses you once more, tenderly as he pulls his pants back up, bending down to gather the bundles of fabric. He smooths out your dress, handing it back to you with an almost sweet smile you haven’t seen before, on all your coffee dates, on all your sidewalk strolls.

The smile, dazzling as the sun, breaks your heart, and something tells you you’re never going to see it or Howl again after today.

“I’ll walk you home,” he says, and you find yourself shaking your head even as your heart skips a beat.

“I’m… really, I’m fine.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve always walked you home.”

But the words sound half-hearted, and you shake your head again as you step back into the dress. Howl smiles again, a little sadly, and puts his hands on your waist to urge you into a gentle spin as he does your buttons back up. You hear him gasp lightly.

“Your back – I’m sorry. Let me…”

“No,” you start to say again, but feel a cool tingle across your skin. Magic, healing the rough marks of the bricks. Probably magic that had spurred his muscles to lift you, too. The tingle spreads all over your flesh, and you raise your eyes to the windows above, fighting tears that you know Howl can’t see, as he erases his marks on you, even the bruises and love bites you would have treasured in the coming days.

If only he knew, if only you could talk with him beyond the superficial, that you’d been his for so long, since the first day you saw his shining golden face on the town streets. Since your first coffee. That every weak moment you had revolved around how badly you wanted him, how desperately you wanted to give yourself to him even though you knew he would leave as soon as he got what he wanted. You know, you have a sinking feeling thudding at the back of your head as the last ecstasy of your orgasm fades, that as soon as you walk back to the main street he will be gone, gone forever.

No, the Wizard Howl didn’t rip your heart out and eat it. But he's taken it all the same.

fin.

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prettylittlehiddles · 5 months

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idk if I’m too late, but I was wondering if I could request howl x fem!reader maybe reuniting after being apart a long time?

I’d love it to be nsfw but if you’re not comfy with that I totally get it! I mainly wanted fluff & angst 😂

In the Grand Scheme of Things (Howl Jenkins Pendragon x Reader)

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗴𝗼 !! 𝗶 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗲 𝘀𝗼 𝗶 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 !!

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

He slipped through the front door silently, but of course, you were there for everything.’

You were sitting at the kitchen table as usual. Lost in your own thoughts. Waiting for him to come home. Even as the days passed and passed and passed. Even as the sun set and set and set. Even as the moon rose and rose and rose. You found yourself waiting and waiting in the same seat as always. You would gaze out the window. You would look out into the sea of people or the empty streets of whichever town he had tied the castle to before leaving. And you would wait and wait for the moment you would see him walk up those steps that lead to home.

You know in the grand scheme of things, it hasn’t been very long since he had left you and Markl here. He didn’t know when he would be back so he told you not to worry. He told you not to wait. But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t. Sure, the days would pass by without. you would do your chores and your work and you would care for the castle- a dutiful Calcifier always there to lend a hand. But the days still truly did feel like an eternity. Every hour and every minute. And while you tried to keep it strong for Markl, you know the poor boy eventually landed in the same boat as you. Waiting and waiting with only the memories of his departure to keep you going for now. The way he ruffled Markl’s hair. The wait he held your face as he kissed you goodbye.

Yes, in the grand scheme of things, these are nothing but mere moments flashing by in your life. But in the grand scheme of things, there’s no one you miss, no one you love, no one you adore more than him.

That’s why you stood at his sudden arrival in the middle of the night. That’s why your eyes met his from across the room without so much as a word to spare.

And that’s why you ran to him, as he ran to you- arms wide and ready for the touch of someone you cherish most of all.

“Howl,” You whimper as soon as you collide with his chest. His arms wrap themselves around your waist quickly and your arms are around his shoulders with a similar speed. In an instant, your body relaxes into his as you struggle to contain yourself. This trip of his- you knew about it so far in advance. But it was so hard living your life every day, not knowing if you when you’ll see him again. It’s the job of a wizard to leave when called upon. And it’s within this job that Howl could easily not return to your arms once more. So easily. “Howl, I was so- I was so…”

Too easily.

“Shh…there’s no need to get yourself worked up anymore, now is there?” He’s quick to hush your broken voice as he squeezes you tighter into his chest. His arms adjust you within his grip to the point he’s able to pull you flush against him as another hand reaches out and cups your cheeks with a delicate grip. Beautiful blue eyes peer down into yours with a heavy, half-lidded stare. His thumb strokes your cheek as he leans closer and closer to you, his voice taking on the sweet, quiet little melody that you know and love so, so much. “I’m here now, my darling. And I won’t go anywhere. Not for a long time.”

With that, he surges forward. And you’re not far behind as you find yourself standing on your toes and rising up to meet him in a kiss. His lips against yours is such a familiar feeling. A welcomed feeling. Even now, it spreads butterflies through your stomach. Even now, it sends sparks across your skin. Giving you that same feeling- that same desire that you know you can’t live without. A fire that you know he feels too.

Because the kisses start to get deeper. His head starts to move and he guides you into following his lips. And then his body starts to move. Rocking you side to side in the most innocent of ways. Then walking you backward with little, tiny steps until your back hits the door. And even then, he finds a way to pull you away from the door, open it up, and push you inside the room without ever breaking the kiss.

And it’s inside there his touches become less innocent. It’s inside there, “I missed you” becomes replaced by “I want you.”

In the darkness of this room, there’s no one to stop you. No one to witness you both as you greet each other hello. No one but him. So you’re all too excited for his hands as they begin to wander. In between louder, deeper, hotter kisses, his hand is sliding down your backside and gripping at anything he can get his hands on. At this, your hands are no longer content with just staying around his shoulders. Now, they’re tugging at his hair to hold him close. Now, they’re enjoying the sounds they’re able to pull from his lips with such simple motions. The muted groans of his subtle pleasure. The soft chuckles when you give him the reaction he was looking for. It’s all there for you. It’s all there for him. It’s all there for no one but the two of you to enjoy and enjoy and enjoy.

So that’s what you do.

You take your time, and you enjoy him. You enjoy this and you enjoy your time together. While the castle and the town are fast asleep, you spend your time in his arms making up for all the moments that you lost. Because for the first time, in what feels like a long, long time- you get to hear his voice- especially as he whispers sweet nothings and daring commands to you. For the first time, in what feels like a long, long time- you get to be held and cared for by his hands- especially as he takes his time undressing and pleasuring you. For the first time, in what feels like a long, long, long time- you feel that are truly close to him. Close as two people could ever be. Close as two people would ever be. Yet somehow? You feel even closer than that.

And in the grand scheme of things, you can’t help but find that there are no better moments than ones like this.

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prettylittlehiddles · 5 months

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Jealousy, Jealousy.

Note: I tried Smth new w howl, pls pls lmk if u like it cuz I was half asleep as I typed this out (⁠・⁠∀⁠・⁠)

He's jealous.

It was only a quick pitt stop at the Wizard Pendragon's shop (one of Howl's many aliases) that set it all off.

A calm morning for the Pendragon's moving household was set to start and the shop needed a bit of upkeep as customers were running dry. So with the creaky floorboards all swept up and Calcifer warned to not misbehave, the clock-like magical device that hung next to the door signalled with a resounding ding and a switch in colour indicating where the castle had teleported to.

There was a long day ahead but you couldn't be more pleased.

As the hours went on Howl worked in rhythm with you as tinkering laughter was heard throughout the shop and bubbling mixtures were stirred harmoniously in cauldrons. There was a calm air to your love as he flitted around you with hands briefly coming to couch and maybe even teasingly squeeze at your hips as he passed.

"Pass me the dandelion leaves ?", He asked while focusing on the lilac fluid seeping from the side of the potion bottle he was pouring into.

You nodded with a kiss atop his freshly midnight-dyed hair - courtesy of sweet Sophie, you know she didn't mean it but you couldn't thank her more for the darkened charcoal colour that had seeped into his golden locks- and off to the ingredients section you went muttering past bottles of all sorts.

Coming back empty handed with no dandelion leaves in sight you let your eyes wander to his sprawled out form in the chair by the fire, Howl only looked up and smiled a bit disappointedly before getting to his feet and tugging on his boots.

You could already see long black feathers creeping out his cloak, predicting his speedy mode of transport for the errand.

"I'll be back in a moment sweetheart, not to worry. Markle will take care of everything."

Knowing full well the small child would've dosed off by now as he'd left to play in the fields while you both worked, you were left to manage the quaint store while Howl flew out for after a dizzying kiss goodbye and mumbles of bringing you wildflowers to carefully twist into your hair.

Then and only then did a customer decide to come in.

He was a polite young man, easily flustered and a soldier of the royal palace you noted due to the bluish uniform donning his slightly hunched physique.

He was nervous.

You grinned trying to ignore his demeanour so that maybe the pink in his cheeks would lessen.

"Ma'am, the queen has requested for a simple sleep draught from the makings of your shop.", He coughed, "please." came soon quickly after he'd recollected himself and pulling at the yellowed buttons holding his vest together.

You hid your smile behind the worn glove that your sweet partner had embroidered a pathetic attempt of a small daisy onto which you very much cherished, it felt like you were talking to a mouse rather than a fully grown man.

"Why of course."

The man...boy even, settled into a lone seat to watch you set up, eventually gaining courage to invite you into bubbly conversation that you found very boring very fast hence weren't all too interested in so short sugared-up answers were all he received.

The 'banter' he thought he was receiving on your end was honestly faked curiousity.

It seemed he was quite dim. Too dim for your liking.

His puny attempts to indirectly flirt were unoriginal and simply unwelcome.

Just as you were starting up your potion with another lame probe on the topic of the weather about to leave the man's mouth, your beloved hurriedly came in. Cheerily he was chattering on about a bird he'd been able to fly up close to in in his bird-like form.

"Oh, you should have seen it's-", Howl interrupted himself to stare at the man sat atop the brass stool across your apothecary tabletop, "feathers?"

His demeanor immediately switched.

Gone was the gentle, patient magician you were so accustomed to. There stood an intimidating wizard and he oddly felt much taller, much more powerful than a split second ago.

This was the Howl Pendragon you'd only ever heard about through word of mouth, not the one that childishly insisted to cuddle up on your ill-fitted couch or cast silly spells to jokingly make your hair stick up in different directions.

No. This was a whole different feel of a person and it seemed like the magic was almost spilling out of him in waves, you could almost taste it's electric crackling force in the air.

He felt more confident, cocky, ready to rip into this poor man down to his basic self-worth.

You liked it.

His lips twitched.

"Darling, who is this?"

Howl's voice was always deep and smooth as silk, just as it was right now, yet you were no fool and could pick up on the the roughened edges of his tone.

But it seemed like the young soldier took no notice of the emotional state of the suddenly very upset wizard in his presence. He only turning around to bow deeply in respect while stuttering out a greeting and an explanation of his presence.

Howl only had a curt nod to give as a reply and you could tell he wasn't very ecstatic have a new face in here.

If he could roll his eyes at the 'competition', they'd roll all the way to the back of his head to see his brain.

The next few minutes were tense as he only grinned tightly and came to your side to place a very domineering palm on your corseted waist pulling you in closer to his warm body, sending a clear message.

"I'm sure you've got this one little potion down love?", He said with his eyes sharply glancing to the young man that had very clearly receded back into his shell at this point.

Howl didn't even need to say a word, didn't even need to properly look at the guard for him to metaphorically back away. But of course he had to ensure he got his point across, so what else could he do but dip down to deeply kiss your lips, he was only seconds away from basically pushing his tounge into your mouth if you didn't stop his dramatic live-performance.

Nodding satisfied with himself, you huffed whispering 'show off' while he stepped back to tend to his dandelion-leaf-less potion.

You couldn't even look up at the barstool your customer sat on anymore with the intense blush covering your face and you could only imagine the agony of embarrassment he was going through.

With the potion sealed up and a-way-over-the-actual-price bag of coins thrown at the counter, he promptly escaped out the door not even bothering to check for any change.

Shrugging you turned back to glare at Howl who was innocently blinking into space.

"Was the last part really necessary."

He slowly smirked, tendrils of his magic swirling past your shoulders.

"Whatever do you mean?"

You quickly found yourself within his grasp, pressing kisses to your knuckles as an apology.

You knew he wasn't sorry at all.

Loud laughter could be heard from a distance as Calcifer moved the castle along to wherever your hearts desired.

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prettylittlehiddles · 1 year

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Do you remember the scene in the fourth book, where Draco is turned in to a ferret? Could you write something where the reader finds Draco, unaware that it's him and takes him to her dorm and he has to stay for the night? Like reader and Draco usually don't get along (maybe Gryffindor reader) but she talks with Hermione about him and everything. And when the reader wakes up the next morning it's not a ferret but Draco lying next to her and she gets super embarrassed? Would be great if you have an idea on how to write it.

Thanks for your request! I really hope that this makes some sense since I struggled with writing it in a way that it all sounds logical. Hope you like this anyway!

The ferret

“It is my very great pleasure to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will be taking place at Hogwarts this year.”

Dumbledore´s words still echoed in your head. This had been the most amazing message in a very long time. You knew that this year would be amazing. Instead of hunting down giant snakes or supposed serial killers together with Harry, this year you would be able to lean back and watch someone else experience all the adventures. You on the other hand would watch the bustle from a safe distance. There was nothing that could go wrong this year, was there?

You walked along the long corridors with Hermione, Ron and Harry, chatting about the most obvious topic after that announcement.

“It´s unfair that no one under the age of seventeen is allowed to participate. I mean it´s not my fault I was born too late.”, Ron grumbled.

“There´s a reason for this rule Ron.”, Hermione explained for the tenth time. “It´s too dangerous. We aren´t educated enough to participate at the tournament. I´m sure that the challenges will be very demanding.”

“And besides.”, you added, “I don’t think we would stand a chance against the older ones. I heard Diggory and Warrington want to participate. They would have some lead anyway.” “Yeah, but imagine all the money… You could do so much with it….”, Ron´s voice sounded dreamy.

“Maybe your family could finally afford things that aren’t used already, Weaselbee.”, you heard a voice sneering behind you.

You rolled your eyes. Draco Malfoy somehow always managed to appear in the most adverse moments.

“Just ignore him.”, you mumbled, as you felt Ron tense next to you.

“Oh yeah, Weaselbee, listen to her. You´re probably too stupid to think for yourself. Lies within the family as my father has told me.”

Now, Hermione and you needed to grab Ron and Harry by their shoulders so they wouldn´t turn around right away and hex Malfoy in the middle of the hallway. Not that you would have resented. But Malfoy wasn’t worth a second of detention. And luckily Hermione thought the same.

“No one can tell me Malfoy wouldn’t take the chance to participate if he would have one.”, Hermione muttered.

“Obviously. Just another chance to give himself airs.”, you agreed with your friend. “Could you imagine Malfoy as our champion?”, Harry asked. “He wouldn’t even last ten seconds.”

“Dad told me some students had died in the tournament. Wouldn’t be a shame if this would happen to Malfoy though.” Ron´s face was still red, but he smiled at his cruel thoughts. “All the things that could happen to him…”

“He probably wouldn’t even dare to compete in the end.”, Hermione said.

“Or would give up as soon as he breaks off a fingernail.”, Harry laughed.

“His father would definitely hear about this.”, you chuckled, making all of you laugh.

Even though you would never admit it, you kinda missed the blond Slytherin boy over the summer holidays. Without his sneered remarks, life was way more boring. But all in all, you corrected yourself, you hadn’t missed Malfoy himself, but more the way you and your friends made fun of him. There was no other reason for you to miss him. Because you had never really liked that boy. And there was nothing that could change that.

It was your first actual day back at Hogwarts. Today, the classes had started again. Even though you had missed many things about school, homework wasn’t one of them. And after only one day, you had already loads of them. That´s why you were at dinner early, before returning to the library, to finish some of your assignments. You didn’t want to fall behind already. But not even two hours later, you felt your eyes getting heavy. With a sigh, you closed the book before you and put it back on the shelf. You saw Hermione a few desks away, delving into a book. You didn’t dare to talk to her, since you knew how much she hated it when you disturbed her while she was studying. Also, all you wanted to do by now, was get back to your dorm and in your bed.

As you walked through the already empty corridors, you suddenly heard some whimpering. You stopped and turned your head in different directions, trying to locate the noise. That´s when you saw it. A tiny white ferret crouched in one of the corners, cheeping pathetically. Carefully you took a few steps toward the pet. It was shaking frantically and its fur looked scrubby.

“Oh, you poor thing, what happened to you?”, you spoke up.

You had always had a soft spot for animals and to see that little thing that looked so beat up, made your heart clench. When the ferret saw you coming, it only crawled more into the corner, too exhausted to actually run away.

When you kneeled in front of it, the whimpering got only louder and the shivering more intense. It was obviously scared, but as far as you could see, it wasn’t hurt.

“What am I supposed to do with you?”, you asked the ferret, even though you didn’t expect an answer.

Slowly, you extended one arm and then with a quick movement you grabbed the ferret, picking it up. It squirmed, trying to escape your grip, but you were skilled in those things. Since you could remember you had always brought hurt animals home, driving first your parents and later your roommates crazy. But you didn’t care about their opinion and always fed the animals up, before releasing them into the wild again. After a few minutes, the ferret seemed to calm down, not trying to escape anymore.

“Are you hungry? We could take a look into the kitchen and ask if they got anything left. What do you think? And tomorrow we will take you to Hagrid. He will know what to do with you.”

With that, you changed your original plan to go directly to your dorm but headed towards the kitchen first.

You sat on your bed in your dorm, eying the ferret worried. The house-elves in the kitchen had given you some raw meat and water for your newest nursing case. But the ferret hadn’t touched the food yet. It had drunk the water as if it was dying of thirst, but its fur had bristled when you had tried to feed it with the raw meat. Instead, it seemed to be very interested in the chocolate on your nightstand. But this obviously wasn’t the best choice for a wild animal, so you refused to give some of it to it.

You were just trying to convince the ferret once more to try some of the raw liver, when Hermione entered the dorm. As she saw the animal on your lap, she scrunched her face.

“Once more (Y/n)?”

“I found it in the castle. Completely lost. But now it doesn’t want to eat.”

You looked at Hermione scared.

“Maybe its sick?”, your friend suggested.

She stepped closer to look at the ferret, but as she did so, it quickly got up, trying to get away from her. Luckily, you caught it, before it could disappear.

“I´ll get it to Hagrid tomorrow. He´ll know what to do.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow.

“Hagrid? He´s probably gonna feed it to some of his creatures.”

As if the ferret knew what she was saying, it squeaked indignantly. You put the meat aside and carefully caressed the fur of the ferret.

“Don’t worry, I´ll make sure he won´t. I just want to ask him if he has any idea what´s wrong with it. And when it´s fit again, I´m going to release it far away from Hagrid´s creatures and all the owls flying around here.” You glanced to Hermione´s bed, where Crookshanks was lying, eyes fixed on the small thing on your lap and licking its muzzle. “And cats.”, you added.

“Do you think it’s a pet?”, Hermione asked. “Maybe it belongs to one of the students. I mean it looks different from the ones roaming around outside of the castle. Just look at its fur. It´s so light, almost as if someone bleached it.”

You shrugged your shoulders.

“Maybe I should ask around tomorrow. But are ferrets allowed as pets?”

Now it was on Hermione to shrug her shoulders.

“I don’t think so. But I also don’t remember that it´s forbidden.”

“I´ll take care of it tomorrow.”, you yawned. “At first I need some sleep.”

You looked at the ferret.

“You too, don’t you?”

Once again, it seemed as if the ferret understood what you were saying since it got up from your lap and tripled over your bed, straight to your pillow and curled up right in the middle of it. You laughed.

“I´ll take this as a yes.”

After you had gone to the bathroom, you grabbed your pyjamas, starting to change your clothes. You couldn’t help but feel as if the ferret that was still curled up on your pillow watched each of your movements closely, probably only waiting for you to open a door or a window, giving it a chance to escape.

Hermione, who was already laying in bed, put her book aside.

“By the way, have you heard what happened in the Great Hall at dinner?”

You shook your head. When you had been there, most of the students hadn’t arrived yet and after dinner, you had only been in the library and the kitchen.

“Padma Patil had just told me. I met her on my way back here. Apparently, Professor Moody had hexed Malfoy.”

Hermione chuckled and you stared at her in disbelieve.

“He did what?”

“Hexed Malfoy. Padma hasn’t seen what had happened, but Parvati had told her. Apparently, Malfoy had disputed with Ron and Harry. And when Harry turned his back, Malfoy wanted to hex him. But Professor Moody was faster.”

You laughed.

“What did he do?”

“Transfigured him into a rat, Padma told me. But she wasn’t sure about that. Parvati had only seen him running down the hallway afterwards.”

“And did he turn him back?”

Hermione shrugged her shoulders.

“I think so. Professor McGonagall was there too. She was certainly furious. Don’t think she appreciated this. But even if he didn’t, transfigurations of humans only last for a few hours.”

“Poor Moody, It takes some time until Professor McGonagall loses it, but if she does, I don’t want to be near. He´s lucky if he doesn’t get hexed himself.”, you chuckled.

“And she´s right. Transfiguration shouldn’t be used as a punishment.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Even if it´s Malfoy?”

“Even if it´s Malfoy.”, Hermione confirmed.

But then she chuckled.

“But I would have loved to see this nevertheless.”, she grinned.

You laughed.

“Me too. We have to ask Harry and Ron about it tomorrow immediately. I need a detailed report.”

“Do you think Malfoy will let this matter rest?”, Hermione said, now a little bit more serious.

You shrugged your shoulders.

“What does he want to do? And besides, he´s probably way too scared of Moody. Kind of understandable, I guess.”

“Probably his father will hear about it.”, Hermione chuckled, making you grin.

You let yourself fall onto your bed and tried to shove the ferret on your pillow to the side, but it squeaked in protest, trying to defend its cosy position. You sighted.

“You are just like Malfoy, you know that? You could be kinda cute if you wouldn’t be so annoying. Also, now that I think about it, your hair looks very similar.”

“I´m sure I misheard this (Y/n). Did you just call Malfoy cute?”, Hermione said in a mocking voice.

You felt your cheeks redden. You hadn’t thought about what you had just said. Not that you actually thought Malfoy was cute. You didn’t like him. At all. But you also had to admit that besides his many bad qualities, he also had some good ones. Not only he was good-looking and an amazing Quidditch player, he was also very smart -his grades could nearly keep up with Hermione´s- and of it wouldn’t be against you, your friends and your house, his humour could actually be funny.

“I said he could be cute.”, you corrected your friend, as you snuggled yourself under the warm blanket. “If he wouldn’t be such a pain in the ass.”

Hermione rolled her eyes.

“Yeah, but he´s one all the time. And besides, tell me one good thing about him.”

“I don’t know. He´s clever, he´s a great seeker, he´s always good for a laugh- even if it´s unintentionally most of the time-, he´s got beautiful eyes…” You stopped when you saw Hermione´s gaze. “And he´s originated from a family full of people who would judge me for being friends with you and not thinking I´m something better since I´m a pureblood.”

The last sentence you said in a stilted voice, making Hermione laugh.

“I was actually worried about you for a moment (Y/n). I would have taken you for the last person to defend Malfoy.”

“I didn’t defend him. I just made some objective observations. I mean even you can’t deny that he´s grown attractive over the holidays, don’t you?”

“You don’t expect me to answer this, do you?”, Hermione asked.

“Relax, I´m just joking.”, you calmed your friend down. “And no matter how good-looking or smart he might be, that doesn’t matter if he stays the idiot he is.”

But as you turned off the lights and lay there in the silence, you came to the conclusion that even if you had said those things to annoy Hermione, they weren’t completely untrue. Draco Malfoy was for sure handsome and you had to admit that you might be missing something in your life without his constant teasing. But as long as he stayed the spoiled brat he was, your feelings towards the Slytherin boy wouldn’t change a bit.

That´s what you thought as you drifted off into sleep. And as you did so, you felt the tiny ferret next to you carefully cuddling itself into the crook of your neck.

Your alarm woke you up rudely the next morning. With a switch of your wand, you quickly turned off the annoying noise. You heard Hermione growling in the bed next to your quietly. The first days after the holidays were always the worst. You didn’t dare to open your eyes yet, trying to prevent your sweet dreams from slipping away completely. You felt the source of warmth next to you and turned around to nuzzle your face into it. You inhaled the comforting smell of expensive cologne and pines and listened to the steady heartbeat, just as calm as yours. You felt an arm wrapping around you and sighted in comfort. You could have lied here like this forever. You felt as if you were protected from all the harm out there. As if everything was just fine, even if it was just for this moment. You couldn’t remember a morning neither in school nor at home, where you had felt that good. And the reason for this feeling was the person right next to you, who now pulled you even closer, so your head could lay on their chest. Why hadn’t you felt like this earlier?

Because normally, no one was lying next to you. Within seconds you sat up, now fully awake. The room was still dark, but you could clearly see the contours of someone lying next to you. In your bed. Someone who hadn’t been there when you had fallen asleep. You screamed loudly, grabbing the blanket to cover yourself, crawling to the end of the bed, to get as much distance between the person and you. Rising up, as they heard your scream, the person screamed as well in a high-pitched voice, trying to grab the blanket as well, but you were still clinging on to it.

“What the hell is going on here?”, you heard the sleepy voice of Hermione.

With a switch of her wand, she opened the curtains, making the sunlight fall into your room.

You stared at the person on your bed in disbelief.

“Malfoy? What? How? Why? What are you doing here? How did you come in?”, you stuttered, as you recovered from the shock.

“Asks the person who brought me here.”, Malfoy muttered, his cheeks were red, but probably nothing compared to how much your face had heated up.

“What? How could I… No, why should I bring you here? Are you kidding me?”, you asked, feeling the anger boiling up in you.

Was that some kind of cruel joke? How dared he sneak to your dorm and into your bed and blame you for it?

“If you would stop being such a do-gooder, you may not drag innocent people into your dorm, who had been cursed and aren’t able to defend themselves.”, he snapped back.

“What?”

“The ferret.”, you heard Hermione´s voice from the other side of the room.

You stared at her in disbelief.

“The ferret?”

“Remember? Professor Moody had hexed Malfoy. It wasn’t a rat. It was a ferret.”

“Sometimes even you have some bright moments, Granger.”, Malfoy sneered.

“Wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight.”, you said, before Hermione could reply something unfriendly. “You were the ferret I found yesterday in the corridor?”

Malfoy nodded.

“Why didn’t you say something?”

Malfoy rolled his eyes.

“Well, you aren’t that bright, are you (Y/l/n)? How could I? I´ve been a ferret.”

“But you could have done something. Anything. To make us notice. By Merlin´s beard. You slept in my bed. You heard how Hermione and I talked about… Oh good lord, I even changed in front of you.”

You hid your face in your hands in embarrassment. Malfoy grinned cockily.

“Not that I would have minded.”

“I think that´s my cue. I´ll get ready somewhere else. See you at breakfast.”, Hermione said, before grabbing her things and opening the door.

“Wait. How do we get him out of here?”, you held her back.

But Hermione just shrugged her shoulders.

“Down the stairs and through the common room.” “How are we going to explain that?”

“I won´t have to, you brought him here, you will get him out.”, Hermione grinned, obviously enjoying your desperation.

“Mione.”, you whined.

“I´ll think of something (Y/n) how I´ll get the other out of here. But first I´ll get ready and unlike you, I don’t want Malfoy watching me.”

She quickly closed the door behind her and the pillow you had thrown into her direction only hit the wood.

“Great friends you have.”, Draco rumbled.

“Says the boy, who was not in his dorm for an entire night and no one noticed.”, you countered. “Now just get out of here, this is more than embarrassing.”

But Draco just grinned at you and laid back again.

“What part exactly love? That you slept in the same bed with me? Or that I saw you in your -by the way really adorable- underwear? Or that I heard every single thing Granger and you talked about the last evening?” With each of his words, you felt your face redden more and more until you feared you might burst into flames right away. You grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around your body, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“You were neither supposed to hear nor see any of these things. If someone should be embarrassed, then it´s you.”

But Malfoy looked at you unimpressed.

“I´m the victim. I was hexed by a professor and then kidnapped by you.”

You laughed in disbelief.

“Kidnapped? I wanted to help you. Well, not you, the ferret. I mean, you are… You were the ferret. But I didn’t know…”

“But you also can´t blame me though, can you?”

You clenched your jaw. He was right. You couldn’t.

“Well, if it was so horrible here, you might as well leave now.”, you snapped.

Slowly Draco sat up and looked at you. His gaze grew more intense and made shivers run down your spine. Unintentionally, you wrapped the blanket tighter around your body.

“I never said it was horrible though. Well, except the food.”

He scrunched his nose. You let out a small giggle at the thought that you actually wanted to feed the spoiled Draco Malfoy with the residues from the kitchen. Malfoy looked at you pleasantly surprised as he heard your laugh.

“Well, sorry about that.”, you chuckled.

“I´m sure if I would have been an actual ferret, I would have enjoyed it though.”, he said, making you laugh once more.

“See? Sometimes I can even make you laugh intentionally.” As you remembered the conversation with Hermione the last day, you felt your face heating up again.

“Right, about that… Just don’t pride yourself on that, okay Malfoy?”, you said, avoiding his gaze.

“Don’t worry, I´ll just forget it if that´s what you want.”

You looked at him in surprise. You had expected that he would hold every word you had said against you. The positive things as well as the negative ones.

“Okay. Well, thanks, I guess.”

“It´s fine. I mean you are right. I wasn’t meant to hear this, so I shouldn’t nail you down for what you have said.”

You nodded thankfully.

“But can I ask you one thing about it?”, Malfoy asked, his voice sounding serious.

You sighted.

“Sure.”

“You said you might think I´m cute if I wouldn’t be…”

“If you wouldn’t be you?”

“If I wouldn’t be such an idiot sometimes.” You nodded.

“Did you mean this?”

You hesitated. Have you meant it? You remembered the feeling when you had woken up next to him. You hadn’t known it was him, still, you had had the feeling as if you could trust him. As if you had been safe. You slowly nodded.

“I think so.”

“So if I might…”, Malfoy stopped and scratched his neck. “If I would try to avoid some topics in the future, do you think… Well, that the two of us might be able to… get along sometime?”

You looked at him in surprise, but for Malfoy, the patterns duvet cover seemed to be very interesting now.

“It´s not just about the comments, you know? It´s about the fact that you believe in the things you say.”

Malfoy nodded.

“And if I… if I would try to change that too?”

“You know it´s not that easy, don’t you?”

“Yes, but I think it might be worth a try.”

He glanced up at you, throwing you a shy smile, that for some reason, made your heartbeat speed up. You couldn’t help but return your smile.

“I think so too.”

Malfoy sighted in relief.

“I promise I will try.” But then his cocky smile returned to his face. “But honestly, you would miss it if I wouldn’t tease you anymore, wouldn’t you?”

You laughed.

“But I wouldn’t mind if you wouldn’t insult my friends, family and house every time you do so.”

Malfoy looked slightly embarrassed.

“Well, I might try. But I won’t promise anything.”

“Neither will I.”

Your gaze caught his and you felt some goosebumps on your skin as he smiled sweetly at you. But then another thought crossed your mind.

“Why that change of heart though?”

Malfoy shrugged his shoulders.

“You look cute when you sleep, I guess.”, he said.

You weren’t sure if he was honest or joking. Probably both.

“You know that sounded creepy, don’t you?”, you laughed.

“Sorry.”, the boy chuckled. “But it´s true though.”

You weren’t quite sure how to answer. Then your gaze fell on the clock.

“Shit.”, you cursed. “Already that late?”

You got up, grabbing some fresh clothes.

“You really need to leave. Don’t want to be late on my second day.”

“Shouldn’t I wait for you?”, Malfoy asked, but you shook your head.

“I need to get ready first.”

“Wouldn’t mind watching. It´s not like I´ve never done before”, the boy said teasingly.

“Out. Now!”, you laughed.

Malfoy got up and went to the door.

“See you around (Y/n).”, he smiled.

“See you around.”, you said, before you added: “You need to go left and then down the stairs and through the common room.”

Draco nodded and threw you a last smile, before he left the room.

You had just gathered all of your things when you realized, you had forgotten to tell him something important.

Quickly, you left the room.

“Draco?”, you called.

But then you heard a loud bang and a string of curse words, you didn’t even know.

“Would it have hurt you to tell me that those stairs turn into a fucking slide, (Y/l/n)?”, he yelled from downstairs.

“Are you hurt?”, you asked worried.

“Only my pride.”, he grumbled as he got up again, in a not-so-elegant way.

“Normally that´s how boys are prevented to get into the girl's dorm. But looks like it doesn’t count for transfigured ones.”, you explained to him from the upper landing.

“Then I´ll have to get myself turned into a ferret every time I want to visit you?”, Malfoy mocked.

“Maybe you don’t have to sneak into my dorm every time you want to do so.”, you countered.

Malfoy laughed.

“We´ll see about that love.”

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—respite. | draco malfoy.

ʚ draco malfoy x slytherin! reader | wizarding world.

ʚ there's something wrong with draco malfoy, and you want to find out.

ʚ set in sixth year.

ʚ a/n me when i suddenly remember my crush on draco malfoy.

“Get off your high horse, Malfoy,” you grumble, pushing your way past the crowd of Slytherins that has gathered over the course of Draco Malfoy's pompous little monologue, doubtlessly echoing his father's hate-filled prejudice and passing them along. “Get out of my way.”

Malfoy's grey eyes fall onto you. His face twists into unmistakable hatred and annoyance. He sneers at you with his arms crossed. Your housemates look in between the two of you with unmasked interest.

He calls your last name with so much bitterness you can almost taste it. “How unsurprising that you'd be willing to come to those muggles' defense. Lately, I've been thinking you're becoming more and more alike to Weasley's muggle-worshipping dad.”

You shrug, making your way up the stairs to your dormitory without so much of a second glance. “I don't care, Malfoy.”

Unable to resist the urge, you throw a glance back at him. His pale face is unusually pink and he looks as if you've just spat on his mother. You bite back a laugh, but before you disappear into your room, you throw one final insult at him. “Git.”

It has become a routine of sorts. You cross paths with Malfoy, and there's always an insult or two being thrown from both parties and then you part ways, plotting for the next time. The next insult. The next little stand off. You don't always emerge triumphant. Sometimes, you end up tongue-tied as he smirks victoriously at you. Other times, you witness his dumbstruck face as if he can't believe someone would ever dare say something like that towards him—towards Draco Malfoy.

When you spot the precisely combed strands of platinum blond hair, you bite back a smile, giddy for the next round of kindergarten insult. During the semester break, you've not seen him at all. As he walks closer, you notice that he looks, for lack of a better word, like shite. His face is gaunt with heavy eyebags under his eyes. His complexion is usually pale, but it's somehow turned dull and paler.

As he walks towards you in the hallway of the Hogwarts castle, he looks distracted, as if he's under mind control and not really there. His gaze is blank as it briefly settles over you. He brushed past you without a word.

To his retreating back, you call out, “Malfoy?”

Without looking back, he raises a hand and waves. He turns a corner and disappears.

Malfoy's peculiar behaviour persists for the next couple of weeks. Even in classes, he seems to have lost his glee in harassing the Gryffindors. He has even stopped doing it completely. During meal times, he picks at his plates, never swallowing more than a bite or two.

When you mention this to Daphne—your longtime friend since year one, she laughs at your face. The cool air blows gently as you sit next to each other on a bench in the large expanse of the school grounds.

“What are you stalking Malfoy for?” Then, her laugh abruptly stops. She gasps loudly with a hand over her mouth. “Don't tell me you fancy him!”

Your jaw drops open. Abruptly, you stand up from your seat. “Have you gone mad?”

Daphne laughs again. “He's a good match. Pureblood family. Tons of money. You'll be set for life and then some.”

You shake your head. “What the hell, Daphne?”

Daphne teases you throughout the day. You're uncomfortable with the thought that suddenly creeps into your mind. Previously, you've never seen Malfoy as someone attractive. Undoubtedly he is, but before Daphne's incredulous statements, you've never really considered it.

You roll your eyes. “If you're done ridiculing me, I'm going to go to the library.”

Daphne ceases laughing, but her eyes glint mischievously. “To meet Malfoy?”

You put a hand over your face and groan in frustration. “Daphne, I will smother you in your sleep.”

She laughs, tells you to be careful and leaves you be. Finally. You trudge through the halls of Hogwarts, your eyes roam over the moving and talking paintings. Some smile at you, others even greet you. Occasionally, a couple of them will try to make small talk. Just before you make a turn, you spot a familiar shine of blond hair at the end of the hallway.

“Malfoy?”

The figure jumps. He looks at you for the first time in almost two months. If he looks miserable before, he looks as if he's been crucio'd three times a day. His hair is uncharacteristically disheveled, the collar of his shirt is askew as he sits on the floor, leaning against the wall.

He acknowledges you with your last name.

“You look horrible,” you state, approaching him.

He runs a hand through his hair, chuckling. “Merlin, you're as obnoxious as ever.”

You're gearing up to tell him that he's not any less obnoxious, but stops when you stand in front of him. There is a cut across his face that starts near his ear and runs all the way down his jaw. His fingers shake as he clenches and opens them repeatedly.

You kneel down in front of him, taking his chin in your hand, turning his face this way and that way to check him for more injuries.

“What in Salazar Slytherin's name happened, Malfoy?”

He jerks away from your touch. “None of your concern. Everything is under control.”

You frown. “You've been acting strange and now you show up with cuts.”

“Sorry if I don't have the time to indulge in your childish round of insults,” he spits the words out angrily. “There are other matters that I find more important. If you've never been told this, I will tell you now: the world doesn't revolve around you.”

You pull back from him as if you've been burnt. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

He, outside of the occasional snide remarks, was always agreeable to you before. In projects where you were paired up together, he was cooperative and professional. Aside from that, you've gone around Hogsmeade together with your classmates. You consider him a friend, somewhat. That's why you've come to enjoy the frequent banter. He's never gone out of his way to truly offend you.

You falter—perhaps his lack of animosity doesn't extend to an entente cordiale. He's never had reasons to be hostile towards you. Both of your parents and their parents before them were a line of pureblood witches and wizards. You don't particularly care for the Gryffindors either. The way he treats you is purely because of your shared house and pure-blooded ancestry.

“Leave,” he scoffs.

You don't dignify him with another second of your time. If he's getting into fights with Salazar-knows-who and refuses to get it treated, it's none of your business. He made it perfectly clear himself.

Despite Malfoy's insistence that he wants nothing to do with you, he caves in one day.

You hate walking through the corridor, past the haunted bathroom. It's always empty and no one ever really comes up here. Your pace is brisk as you hurriedly reach the staircase, although you falter when you see Malfoy leaning heavily against the bathroom doorway, heaving.

You angle your chin upwards. Nonchalantly, you walk past him. You think you may actually leave him there, distressed, possibly injured.

However, Malfoy always has to open his mouth.

He chokes out your name—your given name—and coughs. That's all it takes for your previous disagreement with him to be shoved back into the deepest parts of your mind. You turn around and find him sliding down the wall onto the floor.

“Malfoy.”

There's a bitter part of you that wants to leave him there for the way he has hurt your ego, but your shoes stay firmly planted on the ground.

You think he's one second away from a breakdown, but he looks up at you and smirks. “I remember you demanding me to walk with you because you're too scared of this bathroom in third year.”

He doesn't sound as smug as he thinks he is. His eyes are glittery and red as if he's been crying. The way he is heaving for breath as if he's just been chased by the basilisk itself brings you great concern, but you indulge him.

“I recall you being as much of a wuss as I was,” you shoot back.

He snorts. “As if.”

You walk towards him, folding your legs to sit next to him. If he's uncomfortable, he doesn't show it. In this proximity, you are certain that he has been crying. The tip of his nose is reddish and his eyelashes are clumped together.

“What happened, Draco?”

He shakes his head. “I'm alright.”

“You were bleeding the last time I saw you!”

He winces. “There's no need to remind me. I remember everything just fine.”

Your eyes look over him for injuries, but he looks untouched. Your eyes scan his face and in the bright moonlight, he looks almost ethereal. Your gaze drops to his arm and that's when you spot it.

Your jaw falls open and you stop breathing. Your hands shoot forward before he can react, pushing at the sleeve of his shirt until you find the last thing you ever want to see on him.

A skull and a snake, branded onto his skin.

He makes a sound of protest and yells your name. Your hands are already numb as he wrenches his arm away, pulling down the left sleeve and covering the mark.

“Are you insane?” You hear yourself speak. “Have you actually lost your mind?”

The rising tension of Voldemort's resurrection looms over everyone like an eternal storm cloud. Your mother has sent multiple owls talking about some type of urgency, that she wishes you're able to return for Christmas so that your parents can discuss certain matters to you. Matters that they feel are too private to put on a scroll and owl to you.

You haven't sent a word back.

The threat has hung over you for so long, but seeing the mark, dark and opaque on Malfoy's pale forearm, it finally settles into a tight lump in your throat. Malfoy is silent, but he makes no move to leave. You stare at him, your heart beating fast with terror in your chest.

You swallow. “You're a—You're a—”

The word is lodged in your throat.

He averts his eyes from his lap to look at you. His voice stutters when he whispers, "Death Eater.”

His eyes start to water. As much as you want to panic and be hysterical — you can't. You steel yourself with a staggering sigh, awkwardly angling your body towards him. You pull his head to lean on your shoulder.

You pat his back as he sobs. Draco Malfoy may be whiny, but you've never seen him cry before.

“Have you told anyone else?” you ask, still running your hand soothingly on his back. He shakes his head infinitesimally, his hand moves to grasp at your waist.

An hour passes before he stops crying.

“How long, Draco?”

“Before the beginning of the semester. It should be around two months,” he replies, pulling away from you.

“What happened the last time I found you?”

“I fought with someone because they said something about my mother.”

That's not out of character for him.

“Is there—” You stop yourself, scared that you'd ask the wrong questions. “Are you being made to do anything?”

He doesn't reply. Instead, he tells you, “Don't meddle, ___. You weren't supposed to find out in the first place.”

“Why you, though? I don't understand.”

His answer doesn't come immediately, as if he's picking and choosing what he can tell you without dragging you further into his mess. “My father is in Azkaban, haven't you heard?”

Your eyes widen. “No! What? I'm so sorry, Draco. This isn't— You're not—”

He sighs loudly. “It's not your fault.”

“No. Merlin. I can't believe I've been talking about fancying you to Daphne while you're—while you've been going through all of this. I'm so sorry. How can I help?”

Draco looks at you for a moment, before chuckling. You narrow your eyes at him. Has he truly gone mad?

“Fancying me, huh?”

You're flabbergasted. “No! It isn't like that—She was teasing me. It's not like whatever you're thinking at all.”

You're speaking quickly, words keep pouring out in an almost incomprehensible jumble. He continues laughing. With an annoyed huff, you punch his shoulder. He yells an exaggerated 'Ow!' but it's an effective way to silence him. He frowns as he rubs his shoulder.

“You don't have to do anything. This is already helping,” he says, after a long silence.

“I'm glad my embarrassment is amusing to at least one of us.”

“I mean it,” he says, his hand coming up to pat your head casually. “Thank you.”

You spend the rest of your time there talking—about anything that doesn't include recent tragedies and his Dark Mark. It's easy pretending like the two of you are normal students sharing stories and secrets. His mood seems to have somewhat improved as the two of you walk towards the Slytherin common room. Before you part ways to each of your dormitories, you stop him.

“Be careful, Malfoy.”

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when i started this, it was intended to be somewhat of a light and fluffy comforting draco type of story because i've just read manacled for the first time and i needed to not feel depressed. as i was writing and reading up on canon lore since ive already forgotten a lot of it, i was reminded that his father is in jail, he gets a dark mark and is ordered to kill dumbledore (and apparently was expected to die in the process). there's not much light and fluffy to work off of.

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