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#Draco x Blaise
t1oui · 1 month
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no voldemort au where jegulus raises harry and marpanlily raises luna. sirius, remus, peter, barty, and evan are the cool uncles while dorcas and marlene are the cool aunts. there's nobleflower who got together later in life and who are currently living in one of the black family's ancestral homes in france with neville and draco. (frank is around frequently and lucius isn't around at all.)
neville and draco being brothers. neville telling alice about draco's crush on blaise and draco chasing him around the school, landing them both in detention.
luna and harry being siblings. while neville and draco, their cousins, are fighting, they simply sit back and watch. they adore each other and, if they can help it, are almost never seen apart.
harry being a slytherin. he rooms with draco and blaise, is best friends with pansy, and still frequently visits hermione, ron, and neville up in gryffindor tower.
pansy and harry (and vincent and greg) have been losing their minds for years over draco and blaise's pining. the two of them finally get together when harry tells them to shag and spends the rest of the night in ron and neville's room. the next morning, it takes a glance at draco and blaise and him wiggling his eyebrows to get a detention from snape.
harry and luna firecalling lily from the hearth in ravenclaw tower at least two or three times a week. the two of them talking to her about homework, crushes, and their latest exploits in teasing draco.
their parents showing them how to become animagi, which leads to narcissa and alice wanting to learn how, too. mcgonagall giving her students a fond eyeroll when their words are slurred in class because, really, it is quite obvious when you're hiding a leaf underneath your tongue.
harry being best friends with the patil twins, some of the few people outside of his dad's family that he shares a culture with. him spending hours in the library studying with padma, even longer out on the quidditch pitch flying with parvati.
harry, who's been dating cedric since his fourth year (where he watched the tournament instead of competing), and padma, who isn't interested in romance, being the cause of at least 90% of hogwarts's couples: dean and seamus, draco and blaise, luna and ginny, neville and hannah, hermione and pansy, and - of course - parvati and lavender.
remus being the d.a.d.a. professor from harry's first year through to his seventh, and retiring soon after when harry decides he wants the position himself. neville becoming the herbology professor, pansy and blaise going to potions and charms, but draco deciding to become a healer. ("what the hell are we meant to talk about if we're all bloody teachers?" he asked them once, much to his friends' amusement.)
cedric becomes the transfiguration professor when dumbledore finally agrees to retire and promote mcgonagall, and cho spends three years playing for puddlemere united before becoming the school's newest, coolest flying instructor. hermione surprises no one by rising through the ranks to minister for magic, and pansy quickly finds herself the chief editor of the daily prophet. rita skeeter quickly finds herself without a job. ron becomes an auror, a job he excels at, and during a mission in bulgaria he finds himself running into viktor krum. harry and padma see an opportunity.
every summer without fail, harry finds himself curled up on regulus and james's couch with a book, legs tangled with luna's or draco's or nev's or sometimes cedric's. he spends hours flying above the burrow's fields with the weasleys, spends long summer days taking lessons from krum because even in regulus's increasing age, he's the best seeker harry's ever seen.
harry spends his evenings sitting on the porch of his late grandparents' farmhouse, braiding hermione's hair the way pandora and mary taught him when he was young. the adults are inside. pansy is curled into hermione, flipping through a copy of witch weekly while luna sits on harry's other side and flips through her own copy of the quibbler.
neville is showing hannah and blaise some sort of frog by the creek that lavender is swimming in with seamus, dean, and the patil twins. up high in the sky, ron, draco, and cedric are flying with viktor, ginny, and cho in a two-vs-two match that is most definitely in the latter team's favor.
here, harry thinks, is home.
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ilovethemoon3 · 1 year
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Draco and Blaise DEFINITELY had a thing.
I really love the idea of them having a “situationship” where they can’t actually go around telling people they’re together because their families would go crazy if they knew that they’re gay.
So there are days where Draco sees red because why the hell is every single girl in Hogwarts flirting with Blaise. And what bothers him the most is that Blaise actually responds back to them with interest just to spite him. He’d sometimes cross the line and go for a kiss. Draco just watches as Blaise starts groping what’s-her-name’s thighs.
These type of events usually follow with Draco coming back to the common room with disheveled hair, red lips, and his shirt untucked. Blaise also noticed how he’s unsteady on his feet, limping. At that moment, Blaise realizes how he can’t stand the thought of someone else touching what’s his, and only his.
Blaise follows him to their room and pushes Draco to the bed, touching him every inch of his skin to get rid of the other person’s mark on his Draco.
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thatslytherinbitch54 · 2 months
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Who should Draco end up with? (I’m sorry but I won’t be adding Harry in this, trust me, it hurts me more than it hurts you)
I want to know what you guys think: when it comes to a partner for Draco, who should it be? I ship Draco with Harry but we’re not counting that, I guess Astoria, since, I do love me some tragic romance, but the impact and their story is more interesting than the ship itself. But Draco is 100% gay in my mind.
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daily-hp-shitposts · 11 months
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Draco: Would you still love me if I succumbed to the madness
Theo: Yeah of course
Blaise: Why would you "succumb to the madness"?
Draco: Family curse. Would you still love me?
Blaise: Perhaps
Draco: I'll take it
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catgriller · 7 months
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Pansy, Blaise and Draco
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aelitnoe-chmo · 1 year
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I kinda love these g(a)uys
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indigo-scarf · 7 months
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For the never have I ever ask game:
Draco/Theo or Draco/Blaise? 👀
The most Draco/Theo I wrote was Blaise looking down on Theodore for having a crush on Draco in Love.
I really wanna write it but: 1 - I need to get over my perfectionistic procrastination, and 2 - I see them both as repressed purebloods, and I struggle to figure out how they'd let their guard down.
I'd like to do a proper "process of falling in love" type of fic for them, but I should probably just start with something smaller to ease the pressure.
I haven't written Draco/Blaise but recently I was considering it mostly just to have them do aesthetic rich people things in Italy. I'm not sure how exactly they'd go from arrogant rivals to lovers, though.
And I would seek inspiration by reading other people's fics, but tbh I'm scared no one will share my vision about their characters.
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⛄ Courting Change ⛄
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Author : Slytherinbabe40
Prompt : This Photo and/or Snow + Rebel + Pleasure
Pairing : Draco Malfoy / Harry Potter / Blaise Zabini
Rating : E
Words : 2373
Summary: Harry is propositioned for courting by a pair of Slytherin’s.
✨ READ ON AO3 ✨
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quillfulwriter · 8 months
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Rated: T | Words: 400
☕ Tip me on coffee if you liked the read!
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xnarlie-starlightx · 1 year
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Happy Holidays edition with same gender ships that’s part of my liking by each fandom (not in order)
Ginsy (Ginny Weasley x Pansy Parkinson) from Harry Potter
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Chasefield/Maximum Victory (Victoria Chase x Maxine Caulfield) from Life Is Strange
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Wuffy/Billow (Willow Rosenberg x Buffy Summers) from Buffy The Vampire Slayer
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Fram (Frodo x Sam) from Lord Of The Rings
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Draise (Draco Malfoy x Blaise Zabini) from Harry Potter
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Erison (Eric Northman x Jason Stackhouse) from True Blood
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And Happy New Year to you all as well! ✨
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t1oui · 1 month
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the first room draco malfoy sleeps in after inheriting malfoy manor is the one he shares with astoria.
it's further from scorpius's room than he likes, but it's the biggest and has the nicest windows, and they make do. it's the room with the big walk-in closet and the window seat where astoria spends hours reading, both to herself and out loud for her family.
it's the room where draco finds his wife and son playing board games - both magical and muggle - together at the end of the day. he doesn't know much about the muggle things, and neither does astoria, but it's always fun to figure them out.
this room is the one with the big king-sized bed that holds all three malfoys on nights when scorpius has bad dreams, or even those where he simply wanted more time with his parents.
it's the room that draco takes for granted.
the second room, the one he moves to after astoria's death, is across the hall from his son. it's small and cramped, previously more of a closet than a bedroom. it's a perfect place for a broken heart.
the bed is smaller, a queen, but it still fits scorpius on the nights when they need to have a cry together. the wardrobe in the corner is tiny, but draco's clothes never took up much space anyway. the floor doesn't have enough space for draco and scorpius to stretch out on the infrequent nights scorpius pokes his head in with a chess board, so instead of games, all the room sees is tears. that's okay, draco thinks. he deserves it.
beginning in their eighth year, blaise and pansy had some sort of friends with benefits arrangement. draco never truly understood it, nor did he try to, but the whole thing came crashing down when scorpius was ten and pansy arrived at the manor in a state after finding out she was pregnant.
leilani grows up alongside scorpius, a younger sister of sorts who adores her "older brother" more than anything. pansy and blaise are both busy with work at the ministry, but pansy - a journalist - has far less structure than office worker blaise, which leaves him as the one to bring leliani over the most often.
draco can't pinpoint the moment their friendship turns into something more. he can only remember not feeling anything other than joy the first time they kissed, underneath a mistletoe during scorpius's seventh year. he can also remember pansy storming into the room right after and yelling "i knew it" before tackling them into a hug.
the third and final bedroom draco sleeps in is the one with blaise in it. it's just next door to his first room, where his first bed is collecting dust as it has been since astoria's final night in it. this room is slightly smaller, and its closet took a bit of charming to fit all of their clothes, but it feels perfect. not better than his room with astoria, not worse, just different. draco wouldn't want it any other way.
leilani gets the room across the hall, which is huge - almost bigger than scorpius's - and very fancy and perfect for spoiling her in. scorpius is twenty by the time there's a new ring on draco's left hand, and he drags albus potter all around his childhood home by one hand while a ten-year-old leilani takes hold of the other.
"i bet she's a gryffindor," draco whisper-shouts as he stands between blaise and pansy to watch. pansy gags.
"she was raised by three slytherins," pansy says. "there's no way, right?"
"scorp was a ravenclaw," blaise points out.
a year later, two weeks after scorpius's wedding and the night of leilani's first day at hogwarts, they get their answer.
"they have always been close," pansy says with a frown.
"i told you so," blaise replies, grinning as he pulls draco in with one arm and pansy in with the other.
the bed in draco and blaise's room is still a queen, the same size as the one in draco's second bedroom, but it fits three adults just fine.
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ilovethemoon3 · 1 year
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PART 2 IS HERE :))) This is smut so TW to all my sex-repulsed friends 
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Blaise really hates those who take what’s his.
A few months into this teasing between him and Malfoy, he finally found out who Draco was sleeping with when he wasn’t in his bed.
During the holidays, they both enjoyed each other’s company without worrying about the presence of their roommates. Draco would often sleep in Blaise’s bed wearing nothing but his underwear, fully knowing that Blaise won’t be able to keep his hands to himself.
They didn’t bother with any silencing spells this time. Although none of the boys in the 8th year dorm had stayed back at Hogwarts, Blaise fantasized about having someone hear them. Draco’s moans are loud (he’s always been a screamer). The blond was under him, writhing under his touch. It made him want to go harder, faster. Until everyone knew that he belonged to him.
“I- Im cumming! I’m cumming! Harry!”
Harry?? Blaise stopped immediately while Draco climaxed. He’d turned soft. He just stared at the boy under him with an extraordinary amount of anger bubbling inside him.
He shouldn’t be mad. He should’ve known better. He never really told Draco that they’re exclusive, so why is he still angry? Why does it still hurt?
Draco finally looked back him, realizing what just happened. He opened his mouth then shut it again repeatedly. It was the first time Blaise ever found Draco speechless.
“Blaise, listen, I didn’t mean to-“
“Forget it.” He got off the bed and left to clear his mind in the shower. Nobody takes what’s his. Nobody touches what’s his. Especially not his Draco.
He’s going to make Potter pay for this.
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cr-amber · 11 months
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for the ship ask game: blaise/draco and pansy/hermione xx
ooh!
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i think it depends on how blaise is characterized
when he’s just as uptight and snooty and precious and bitingly sarcastic as draco is i don’t think it works bc they’d be so fuckin annoyed with each other all the time and there’s only so much angry sex you can have before it stops being thrilling
but if blaise is a little more laid back i think it very much works, then they balance each other a little more and i think it’s lovely
pansy/hermione is a 100% yes absolutely they never miss
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Being a girl is: wanting to go to bed early but deciding to just get on tumblr/wattpad/Ao3 for a little bit and then end up finding a fic series that you really like and read until well past your usual bedtime then keeping on because it’s already past your bedtime. Then being mad when you wake up in the morning because you overslept your timer.
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catgriller · 1 year
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*points @ Harry + Blaise + Pansy* ❄️🐰
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They’re so in love (fanon… love you fanon)
I DO NOT support JKR. WHATSOEVER. If you do.. DNI!!!
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slytherinslut0 · 6 months
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jealousy. | slytherin boy headcanons
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author’s note: im completely unhinged, as always. no surprise there. love me some angry snake men🥵 please enjoy.
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-your boyfriend sees another guy flirting with you in the hall.
Draco Malfoy.
Sees you from down the hall as he’s walking with his friends.
“You know what, guys, I’ll catch up with you after.”
Would literally ditch his friends to make his way over, collecting himself as saunters up to you and mystery man.
Would instantly grab your ass, no hesitation, grip firm enough to bruise. When you gasp, caught off guard, he’d shift his arm up and around your shoulder, pulling you against him.
“What’re we talking about?” He’d sneer.
His voice would be laced with feign interest, smirking down at you with blaring eyes before shooting daggers at the boy.
He’d simply chuckle at you when you tell him nothing, just school stuff, leaning down to place a possessive kiss on your cheek as he grabbed your hand.
“Wonderful. let’s head to class, yeah?”
He’d pull you away from that dude, shooting him another look meant to kill, a silent warning not to fuck with him.
Finally gets you alone in an empty corridor or bathroom; would waste literally no time at all before pushing you against the wall and grabbing your neck/jaw.
“Who the fuck was that, hm?”, “he was practically eye-fucking you…give me five good reasons why i shouldn’t have him expelled or hexed into bloody Azkaban.”
He’d be furious, but he’d also know that you’d never choose some other guy over him, so he’d soften once he hears the innocence in your tone.
“You’re mine, princess,” he’d loosen his grip, kissing you softly. “Say it.”
Blaise Zabini.
Was listening to music while walking down the hall, instantly rips out his headphones the second he sees you laughing a little too hard with some dude he doesn’t know.
He doesn’t necessarily stop walking, but he’d definitely slow his pace, kind of just watching, not wanting to interfere but also not wanting to look creepy stalking you from a distance.
When the guy doesn’t leave, he’d tired of waiting, saying “fuck it”, before marching over naturally.
This man is so fucking cool calm and collected he’d just saunter right up and join in, making himself at home.
He’d practically take over the conversation because he’s literally just that chill in every situation, seamlessly fitting right in, so fucking charming and loved by everyone.
You’d kind of just end up staring at him, smiling in silent awe, knowing that this was his way of asserting his place, letting the guy know what the fuck was up.
After the dude leaves he’d just causally look at you, smirking that charming smirk, wetting his lips as he hooked an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, leaning down for a kiss.
“Ain’t no one getting you without getting me too, babygirl.” He’d murmur against your lips. “let that be known, right now, forever, always.”
Lorenzo Berkshire.
Would literally stop everything. The second he’d see you laughing and smiling he’d be completely unable to focus on anything else and would completely zone out of any conversations with his friends.
Would get like super anxious and flustered pretty much immediately.
Wouldn’t want to intrude so he’d just kind of hang back, wait for you against the wall and try not to stare too much.
His adorable little cheeks would flush, and he’d know he seemed utterly ridiculous so he’d try to busy himself with his shoelace or something while he waits.
You’d quickly cut off the conversation and move over to him, instantly being able to tell that he’s overthinking.
He’d smile at you, though you could still see the concern on his features.
“Who was that guy, darling?”
You’d tell him he was just a friend from class, no one special at all, pulling him in for a hug and giving him a quick smoochie on the cheek.
“Don’t worry enz, no one could ever take your place.”
He’d blush, trying to play it off. “Sorry love, I know you’re my girl.”
You’d take his hand, squeezing him hard, never wanting him to doubt that for a second. “Only yours baby, forever.”
Mattheo Riddle.
“Who the fuck-“
Would literally whip his bag at Theo, hastily shoving through the crowded hallway with blazing eyes, tunnel visioned as he tried to figure out where the fuck this dude found the audacity.
You wouldn’t even have to turn around to know he’s there, you’d be able to literally feel the anger radiating off of him.
You’d already know exactly where this was heading, but you’d also know there was no attempting to stop him because it’s pointless. Everyone in the school knows that.
Matty does what Matty wants, and right now, he wants to fuck up this guys face for even thinking about flirting with you.
You’d simply look up at him, noting his tensed jaw and his dark eyes as he glances between you and the dude, before fixing back on you, wetting his lips before he says,
“Is this fucker bothering you?”
Unable to help it, you’d smirk, shaking your head as you calmly attempted to talk him down.
“No Matty, he just asked if he could borrow my study notes-“
He’d heard more than enough.
“Study notes? Yeah, I don’t fucking think so,”
Without giving the guy a chance to react, he’d reach for his collar, shoving his back against the wall, teeth barred and face contorted in a snarl as he’d hiss:
“Bother my fucking girlfriend again and the only study notes you’ll need are the ones on how to drink out of a fucking straw, understand?”
Not interested in the response, he’d shove the guy away, eyes softening instantly as he moved back over to you, thrusting a hand through your hair as he kissed you like it’d been a hundred years, right in the middle of the hall for everyone to see.
And judging by the intensity in his grip, you’d already know, later that night, he’d be extra fucking sure to ask you who the fuck you belong to while he’s fucking you.
When he finally pulled back, he’d smirk at you. “Some bloody nerve on that guy, huh?”
You’d just shake your head and laugh, taking his hand as the two of you headed for class.
Theodore Nott.
He’d spot you from down the hall, his eyes instantly narrowing, gaze darting around as though he was missing something, as though this was some sort of sick joke.
Surely, this dude is mentally unwell, right? There’s no fucking way that he’s-
Doesn’t bother to think about it for even another fucking second, instantly shoving through the crowd to make his way over.
Proceeds to wrap his arm around your waist, other hand finding your jaw and pulling your lips to his before you could even process it.
Would proceed to full-on make out with you in front of the dude, and I mean tongue and all, his grip on your jaw so tight you’d know exactly what he was trying to do.
His hand around your waist might even slip lower, grazing over your ass, and then that’s when you’d attempt to gather yourself and push him back, completely embarrassed.
He’d just shrug, smirking down at you before he’d finally acknowledge the guys’ presence with literally nothing more than a glare meant to kill.
“Move along,” he’d say to the guy while pulling you away, grip tighter than ever. “This one’s fucking taken.”
As soon as he got you alone he’d be damn sure to remind you that you’re his, and only his, making you beg and whine his name before he fucked you like you deserved the pain.
Tom Riddle.
“AVADA KEDA-“
Lowkey kidding but not really.
No one would even dare because that man would make it clear as fucking day what would happen if they tried.
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