#draco's stormy stare

[poisonivy206]

if i could never give you peace

drarry (E) | 17,495 | read on ao3

Eleven years after the Battle of Hogwarts, Aurors Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy are forcibly brought together by a new case that's bound to reopen old wounds. Enter a Firewhisky problem, prejudices that never really go away, and an obsession as old as time.

They all talk about it, what Harry’s done, all the lives he’s saved, turning his achievements into legends, his life into myth. But all he’s left with, in the hours of the night when his apartment is empty and no evil at the other end of the wand to fight off, are his mistakes. Those he has to mourn by himself, crack open and untangle and put to rest alone. He’s never quite managed to. “I did it,” he breathes, voice gravelly, like the words are cutting into him on the way out. “I deserved it,” Malfoy replies. His voice sounds different. It makes Harry look at his mouth. Makes him want to crawl out of his own skin. “I don’t know if we did. Not anymore.” His hand moves of its own accord, fingers twitching when they touch the silver line in the middle of Malfoy’s chest, a surge of electricity traveling all the way up his arm, down his spine. It feels a bit like touching the past, all the things Harry’s been afraid of concentrated right there, in the pale expanse of skin. The muscles in Malfoy’s chest jump at the touch, but he doesn’t pull away, so very warm in Harry’s hands. “We all have to pay for our sins,” he says, and in spite of it being almost a whisper, it fills the entire room. “The price of mine is just more visible.” Harry knows he doesn’t only mean the scars on his chest. He wonders if back in France, Malfoy can dare to show his forearms. “Yes, well—I wish we could stop. We were just boys.” Harry presses his thumb to the scar he’s been tracing, watching the skin around it turn red. How hard would it be, he wonders, to claw into Malfoy’s chest. To dig himself in, to hide himself there. The one place no one would think to look. Malfoy grabs his arm, and Harry thinks this is it, he’s gone too far. But Malfoy doesn’t stop him, doesn’t push him away. Instead, he lets his fingers brush the inside of Harry’s wrist, feeling the flutter of his pulse. He’s gentle, so gentle that it makes Harry want to bite even more. “We were never just boys, and if you still think that, you’re more of a fool than I thought.” Harry doesn’t answer, spreading his palm over the silver marbling, and Malfoy’s holding onto him, still, as he presses in, walks his hand all the way to his throat. There’s a touch of red to Malfoy’s ears, a sheen to his forehead, but when Harry catches his eye again, his gaze is smouldering. It strikes Harry, like lightning, that for all his cowardice and wimpiness as a child, Draco Malfoy might just be a braver man than he is. He doesn’t know what else to call this, his ability to call things by their name like it costs nothing. Because when Harry talks, all he seems to do is break things.

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[gloivy]

Dramione | 8th year | A Kiss for Good Luck

“Are you lost, Malfoy? Slytherins start on that side of the pitch.”

Hermione tensed, pausing in the middle of wishing the seventh and eighth year Gryffindors luck before their final match against Slytherin.

“I’m here to see Granger.”

She turned, meeting his stormy gaze.

He’d always looked good in his quidditch uniform, but he’d truly grown into it now. His broad shoulders and strong arms bulging through the material. Then there was his thighs—she could talk for hours about his thighs.

But she’d been staring for too long without a response.

She nodded and made to approach him, but was stopped by a hand on her arm. Ginny. Her friend gave her a look that was equal parts intrigue and ‘are you fucking insane?’.

“It’s fine, Ginny. It’s just Malfoy,” she whispered and Ginny’s grip loosened with a quizzical look.

Hermione felt the gaze of the entire Gryffindor quidditch team on her as she came to a halt before Malfoy.

“What?” she snapped.

He had the gall to look pleased with himself. “Aren’t you going to give me a good luck kiss?”

She hated him. She truly despised him.

Months earlier, on the morning of the Slytherin vs. Hufflepuff match, Hermione had wished Malfoy good luck. It was in the name of inter-house unity, and as Head Girl, she had to lead the way.

She’d raised to kiss him on the cheek, but of course, with Malfoy being the bastard that he is, he turned his face at the last moment.

Their lips met and time seemed to stop for a moment. That was, until she shoved him away with a slap across his cheek.

Fortunately, or perhaps unfortunately (the jury was still out), everyone else had only witnessed Hermione slapping Malfoy across the face rather than the quick peck she’d given him.

Later, on the morning of the Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw match, she’d resigned to avoiding Malfoy.

He would not get another good luck wish from her, not after the last one. McGonagall had been quite displeased when she heard that her Head Girl had slapped their resident Death Eater in the halls.

Hermione could not risk a repeat event at the cost of her title as Head Girl.

She waited until the last minute to leave, sure that Malfoy would already be on the pitch warming up. As she rounded the stairs from her dorm into the empty eighth-year common room, however, she was jumped.

Malfoy’s lips were on hers before she could process what was happening.

He’d pressed her against the stone wall and she was surprised to find that rather than pushing him away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. A small moan escaped his lips, and when his thigh pushed between her legs, a similar noise left hers.

A moment later, he pulled away and left her sagged against the wall. He smirked down at her. “Thanks for the good luck, Granger.”

Slytherin had won both matches, with Malfoy catching the snitch in record time.

And now, he stood before her, waiting for her to make the decision.

To give him a good luck kiss before the Slytherin vs. Gryffindor match, or not. Everything within her was screaming ‘no, are you mad?!’ but the challenge in Malfoy’s eyes was almost too tempting to ignore.

“I can’t give you luck against my own house, Malfoy.”

He grinned.

“That won’t look very good for inter-house unity, will it? The great Hermione Granger won’t even wish me luck?” His voice was loud and it carried across the pitch to where McGonagall stood looking very cross.

“I hate you.”

“It’s mutual.”

“The kiss means nothing.”

“I know.”

“Fine.”

She grabbed his face roughly and pulled him to her. She heard his broom drop to the ground as his hands landed on her hips.

And then, their lips met. Sparks flew and she realised that she was lying—the kiss didn’t mean nothing.

If it was possible for a kiss to mean everything, then this kiss would be the case study.

It wasn’t just luck—it was redemption, too. And perhaps just a sprinkle of curiosity and apology.

There was something about Draco Malfoy, and she was going to get to the bottom of it.

When she pulled away to the shocked gasps of their on-lookers, Malfoy gave her a wink before bending down to retrieve his broom.

“Good luck, Malfoy.”

He looked up, perhaps slightly shocked at her words before he composed himself.

He nodded over her shoulder, towards the outraged cries of her friends. “Good luck to you, too.”

Grinning to himself, he turned back towards his teammates.

Slytherin won the match, and Hermione began to believe that perhaps her lips did hold some luck in them, after all.

#this one is old but it’s still one of my favs hehe #dramione #draco x hermione #hermione x draco #draco malfoy #hermione granger #dhr #drabble #dhr drabble #dramione drabble

[midgarddaughter]

Witch Princess

Chapter 2

Draco x Y/N Morningstar

Thank you so much for the Support everyone. I hope you guys like the next chapter as well.

Draco Malfoy was many things. Proud, arrogant, confident, mean. But shy was not a word one would use to describe Draco Malfoy. Yet, there he sat. For almost half an hour, too intimidated to speak to the pretty girl across from him. After inviting her into his compartment with a casual "Sure," a tense atmosphere settled in. Draco was struggling to figure out if he knew her from somewhere. She must be his age; then he should have classes with her. But such a beautiful girl would have caught Draco's attention long ago. Was there an exchange program he wasn't aware of?

"I'm Y/N, by the way," her voice pulled him from his thoughts. Oh god, had he been staring at her this whole time? Without saying anything, he just looked at her with his stormy blue eyes. What was he supposed to say? What did she expect? Everyone at school knew him. "And you are?"

Confused, he blinked at her. Was she serious? "Malfoy," he answered curtly.

"Do you have a first name?" she giggled, trying to lighten the mood.

"Draco," his cheeks grew warm, and was his voice always this husky? He cleared his throat and sat up straight. "Draco Malfoy."

"Pleasure to meet you, Draco Malfoy," she warmly smiled at him. Rarely had he felt so unsure talking to someone. Was it because he was afraid of saying something wrong? Did he not trust his own voice? Could Draco Malfoy embarrass himself?

"It's unusual that you don't know me," his curiosity eventually outweighed his hesitation.

"Really? Are you famous or something?" she looked at him with interest. What should he answer? He was indeed famous, but was he proud of what he was famous for? Yet, her gaze, her curiosity. Draco couldn't help but let a small proud smile form on his lips.

"You could say that," he replied. Suddenly, he found his shoes more interesting than the girl's face.

"I'm new here," Y/N confessed, looking out the window. Draco lifted his gaze, puzzled. "Which school did you attend before?" he asked, getting his confidence back slowly.

"I was homeschooled," Y/N said, looking at him again. "My father thought I should learn family traditions first. So, I studied from home and sent everything to Hogwarts with an owl."

Her cheeks turned red, and she looked at her hands in her lap. Would people consider her a weirdo because of that? Uncertain, she looked up from her hands.

"I can't believe Dumbledore allowed that," Draco mumbled, leaning back casually.

"Oh, it was his idea, actually. Otherwise, my father wouldn't have let me come to Hogwarts at all," she reassured.

"Fathers, huh?" Draco murmured, lost in thought. She frowned but didn't press for more. Eventually, Draco snapped out of his thoughts and focused on her again. "Well, I guess I'll have to show you how things work at Hogwarts."

Her eyes lit up, and she leaned forward eagerly. "Really?"

Draco felt that pull at the corner of his mouth again and couldn't suppress the smile.

"Of course. After all, I'm famous," he winked. Finally, the self-assured and arrogant Draco Malfoy was back.

So, Draco started telling her about Hogwarts—the houses, with Slytherin being the best, the teachers, and the subjects. Y/N, with shining eyes, expressed her excitement about Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures. Draco, of course, couldn't hide his disdain for those subjects, and he was surprised that the young girl didn't take it personally. Instead, she asked with interest about his favorite subjects.

"Potions, of course," he answered with a grin. "The best teacher at Hogwarts is the Potions Master. Also, my Head of House. It's a demanding subject that requires natural talent."

"As confident as you sound, you must be really good," the blonde girl laughed. Draco noticed his cheeks getting warm again.

"But of course. After all, I'm a Malfoy," he tried to maintain his confident facade.

"So, it runs in the blood, huh?" she smiled mischievously.

"Exactly," he replied, returning the smile and wondering how it felt so natural. He didn't have to be Draco Malfoy with her; she had never heard the name before. However, she didn't seem like a Muggle-born, and the Malfoys had a sixth sense for that. "Do you play Quidditch?" Draco asked after a comfortable silence. She looked at him confused, unsure of how to tell him she had never heard of it. Draco laughed. "I guess you grew up on the moon."

"Maybe," she laughed shyly. Without waiting for her invitation, Draco began telling her about his favorite sport. He didn't mind demonstrating the maneuvers he liked with animated gestures. Sharp turns, free falls, pulling up just before hitting the ground. It was somehow sweet, how enthusiastically he talked about it. Engrossed in his voice, she didn't notice the commotion outside the compartment.

Draco did. With a venomous look that went unnoticed by Y/N, he signaled to his friends to leave him alone. They had searched for Draco when he didn't show up at their usual compartment and were surprised to see him talking to a girl they had never seen before. A knowing grin appeared on Blaise's face before he nodded to Draco, and the others returned to their compartment. Pansy couldn't resist shooting daggers at the girl, but Y/N remained oblivious, too occupied with something Draco was saying.

This continued throughout the train journey until Draco and Y/N put on their robes and arrived shortly after. Draco made sure to help Y/N with her luggage.

"I can't accept that. You need to take care of your own luggage," Y/N politely tried to decline.

"Friends take care of mine," as if Draco Malfoy ever carried his own luggage. He casually took her suitcase from her hands and even attempted to carry the cage covered with a blanket. However, she pulled it closer.

"I-I'll take that, though," she said with a raised eyebrow. "We wouldn't want it to bite you."

"Okay," Draco got onto the self-propelled carriage and lifted the suitcase. Quickly, he turned around, just in time to extend his hand to Y/N. She looked at him with wide green eyes and hesitantly took his hand.

"Thank you," she mumbled shyly as she settled on the bench across from him.

Throughout the entire carriage ride, they remained silent. Y/N noticed that although they were alone in their carriage, there were two or three times as many students in the others within her view. With shiny eyes, she saw Hogwarts for the first time. Draco observed her with a small smile on his lips.

"Thanks for your help," Y/N said to Draco as they reached Hogwarts. "I have to wait for Professor McGonagall now."

"I guess I'll see you inside then," Draco replied, bidding her farewell.

Salazar, hopefully, she'd be sorted into Slytherin, Draco inwardly prayed as he joined his table and was greeted by his friends.

"There he is." Theodore greeted him with a grin. "Who was the girl with you on the train?"

Draco rolled his eyes irritably. This boy had never heard of tact. As Draco walked past him to his usual seat, he bumped into Nott and shot him a stern look.

"That's none of your business," he growled as he settled into his seat.

"Which troll got on your nerves?" Blaise raised an eyebrow at him. "You were in a great mood on the train. Or did she reject you?"

"To be rejected, Draco would first have to be interested in her. Which he's not, right Draco?" Pansy looked at him desperately.

The heir to the Malfoy name ignored the two and impatiently waited for McGonagall. The possibility that Y/N might not be sorted into Slytherin was significant. She was a ray of sunshine. What if she ended up in Hufflepuff or, even worse, Gryffindor? Could he still talk to her normally? Would people think he's crazy? Could he even be mean to her? Why was life as a Malfoy so complicated?

Professor McGonagall didn't keep them waiting, and she entered the Great Hall shortly after Draco, looking around in awe, much like the first-year students. Oh no, that tugging at the corners of his mouth again. A murmur of questioning spread among the students. Why was someone their age here? First-years were sorted first. Y/N's gaze found Draco in the sea of students and was surprised to see that he was already looking at her. That just made her more nervous. When it was finally her turn, she sat on the chair with a pounding heart, biting her lower lip as she listened to the talking hat.

"Oh, royal blood. Your family embodies all the ideals of Hogwarts houses. But where do I put you? Brave, no doubt, you had to prove that at a young age. Also intelligent, yes, yes. Oh, but you can be sharp-tongued too, one should not challenge your pride. But what do I feel? A warm and soft heart. Generous and understanding. Then you belong in... HUFFLEPUFF!"

The hat called out, and the yellow table erupted in cheers. Smiling, her first glance, however, was directed at Draco, who looked at her in shock. Why did he look so shocked? She went to her table and from there looked back at her newfound friend. But he sat there with his head down the whole evening, not looking at her, while unrest stirred around her.

#draco x you #draco x y/n #draco x hufflepuff!reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy

[bridenore]

Author rec : shushu_yaoi_lj

Shushu_yaoi_lj is one of my favorite authors. Here are a few recs, listed in alphabetical order.

Chilly Feet by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​  [13k]

It all starts with a pair of chilly feet under Harry Potter’s bum.

Constellations on your skin by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [56k]

“I’m going to get my scars removed,” Draco announces on a rainy Wednesday afternoon.

“Who are you seeing?” Blaise asks.

“The best Healer out there,” Draco replies with a little shrug. “Harry Potter.”

A day in your life by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony [48k]

Harry sees it straight away, the white trail of the comet so bright despite the lights of all the buildings surrounding him.

He feels a lump in his throat as he stops and stares at the moonless sky.

Is he supposed to make a wish or a prayer?

He checks that no one is looking his way and then he takes his wand and points it at the bright comet in the sky.

He wishes to feel whole again.

To feel happy and not so bloody lonely all the time.

He wishes for a new life.

Feather by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [35k]

Green eyes greet Draco when he arrives at the school gates, ready to start his new job as a Hogwarts professor after spending ten years in France.

“Hey,” Potter says, waving at him as he approaches. “We weren’t expecting you until the start of term.”

Draco is speechless.

What the fuck is Potter doing at Hogwarts?

Full by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [16k]

The door opens and the bell goes ding.

Draco’s eyes immediately fly to the entrance of his bookshop, his heart beating madly in the hope that it’s him.

Graceless Heart by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [132k]

Harry is lost and broken after the war. He has gone to countless funerals, broken up with Ginny, moved back into Grimmauld Place—which feels darker and dirtier than ever before despite how much he tries to fix it. He feels lonely and desperate, but he won’t ask for help, and he still can’t cry.

When he agreed to help the Aurors at Malfoy Manor over the summer, he thought that he would be breaking dark curses. Harry never thought that he would actually spend his days sorting out dusty books with Draco Malfoy, or teaching him how to cook.

Little by little, as they begin to navigate their life post-war, Harry and Draco become intimate…in more ways than Harry could have ever expected.

Monster by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [71k]

“Hmm,” Hermione hums, tapping her index finger against her bottom lip and then smiling at Harry. “A broken music box, you say…”

“A cursed one,” Harry corrects her.

“Well, it’s still a music box that is not working properly,” Hermione points out with a very intent grin. “That will give you a chance to see him.”

She wiggles her eyebrows, making him snort.

As if Harry hadn’t thought about it straight away. As if Harry’s mind hadn’t immediately wandered to Draco Malfoy the moment Zabini mentioned a music box.

The Piano by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony [37k]

He arrives on a boat during a particularly stormy day.

Harry knew Astoria Greengrass had sent for a husband, someone to keep her company on the particularly dreary and dark winter days on this remote island. Harry didn’t know who it was she had arranged to be sent here. All he knew was that the weather was horrid today, and the Portkeys had never properly worked in this remote corner of the North Sea. The island was special, its magic working in odd and surprising ways.

The last person Harry expects to find on the beach is Draco Malfoy.

The Slytherin Host Club by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [14k]

Harry is simply looking for a quiet place to finish his Potions essay. It’s a pity he ends up at the Slytherin Host Club instead. Or maybe it’s a blessing in disguise, since he’s had a secret crush on Malfoy for a while…

Under the weather by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [15k]

Harry Potter arrives on a Friday afternoon.

The sun is shining outside, and the Hogwarts grounds are covered in purple and white crocuses; the first yellow daffodils peeking timidly from behind the trees.

Spring is beautiful this year, Draco thinks, and yet, there’s a dark grey cloud, rumbling ominously and leaving a big puddle right in the middle of the staffroom.

The cloud appears to be right above Harry Potter’s head.

Verba Volant by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [34k]

The first letter arrives after the Trials.

Harry unfolds the parchment and his eyes open wide when he realises who it’s from.

He soon finds himself waiting for those letters to arrive, staring at the window in search of Malfoy's owl.

He wants to know more.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs #author rec

[gummibearsblog]

Love in Hogwarts: Draco Malfoy

Imagine: Meeting him outside of Slughorn's party, drunk.

Word Count: 628

Warning: A te~eny bit of swearing

You stagger through the room, barely keeping open your eyes. The party wasn't violent, though, just brimming with wizards and witches, talking. Still, you are trying to make a mental note not to accept every alcohol offered. You are invited to Slughorn's party, of course, due to the interest he had to your father, and you've brought a couple of your friends, but somehow you just couldn't find them.

Must be busy, you think.

Hopefully you could get out of the place without meeting some jerk. The last thing you wanted tonight is to end up waking up on someone's bed. That would be shameful, too shameful, for a decent pureblood Slytherin.

Stepping out of the room, you heaved a breath of relief. The cold night air cleared your head quite a lot, and you carefully adjusted your gown after fluffing your hair. It was quite a nice gown actually, dark blue and trimmed short.

"Hey," a voice drawls.

You whirled around, only to find a tall blonde boy standing, half hidden in the dark.

"Hey," startled, you offer a smile. "Malfoy, right?"

The corner of his lips twist. "Draco, Draco Malfoy. And I s'pose you're y/n y/l/n,"

"That's right, but do call me y/n/n," you laughed, but started to sway.

Shit. Must be the alcohol. Draco extends an arm to catch you, but you plopped to the marble ground yourself. Smirking, he sat down too.

After a moment of silence, the boy spoke up.

"Party's mad," Draco says, playing with his tie. "Drunk?"

"Yeah," you say. "Drunk," you thought for a second, then added, "and bored,"

He laughs, "Bet you are,"

"I mean, Pansy and the rest of my bitches ditched me for some boy," you tilt your head, thinking, "Can't be too entertained dancing and drinking on my own,"

Draco chuckles again, flashing his perfect teeth. "No other boy decided to hit on you? You seem like a walking target for me,"

You blush slightly under his obvious flirtation. Thank goodness the silver moonlight covers it all. Hopefully.

The hall falls to silence for a moment. You stare at his smooth white blonde hair, his gray eyes, with streaks of blue highlights. He's beautiful alright. But somehow his eyelids are red and puffy, as if he just cried.

"You cried," he tenses, uncomfortable. "I'm sorry, shouldn't have said that," you added quickly.

Draco shakes his head gently. "Nah, it's okay. I did. Cry, I mean,"

Blinking, you ask, "Why?" you laughed nervously, "No, you don't have to tell me.

But he spoke anyways.

After a long moment of consideration, Draco rests his head on his knees, "Frustrated," he tell you, "Don't know what to do."

You blink, waiting for him to continue.

Closing his eyes, Draco sighed, "And then scared, afraid to act. Guilt, wishing what I did is right when it seems all wrong. Simply weak, cowardly, and idiotic,"

He paused, arms hugging his knees, "I don't want to be who they want me to be,"

You had no idea what he would be talking about. But that doesn't matter. Putting an arm around him, you thought for a moment, and told him, "If it's family, I totally understand. But they will always love and support you, even how much you disappoint them. I don't know much, but what I do know is, just believe in yourself. Be you,"

Draco looks at you, his stormy eyes twinkling. You gave him a reassuring smile. "Follow your heart,"

He grins too, tapping his fingers slowly on the floor. You mocked a grimace, "Merlin, I do sound like a ninety year old hag, don't I?"

He chuckles, shaking his head. "You don't, sweetheart,"

"I need some sleep, and, you too" you say, standing up, before pressing a quick kiss on his cheek. A familiar crimson blush spreaded on his neck, then to his pale cheeks. Shit. Then the moonlight didn't cover your blush afterall?

Draco stands up too, offering an arm. "I'll walk you," he says quickly, struggling to ignore the flush tinting his features.

The hall echoes with nothing but footsteps and a pair of shadows, hand in hand.

#hp fanfic #fanfic #fem!reader #imagines #draco malfoy #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco x you

[itsthewritergal]

Come with me - D.M. x reader

TW: angst, misunderstandings, pretty sure that’s it.... 

Enjoy :) xx 

masterlist 

Y/N loved the summer holidays, long days spent curled up with Draco on his bed as he read quietly to her was something she looked forward to all year. But something was wrong this summer, Draco had been distant and rather than spending all his time with his arms wrapped around Y/N he had been dong everything to get away from her. Y/N wasn’t one to worry but she had been alone for too many hours to stop the overthinking wheels from turning in her mind. 

“Morning” She hummed as she opened her eyes to find Draco already up and dressed on the other side of his large room 

“Hi, I’m going out with Blaze today. I’ll see you this evening” He said 

“Can I come with?” She asked, not wanting to sound needy but she desperately wanted some time with Draco, even if Blaze was around 

“No,  I promised Blaze we’d spend some guy time together” he said harshly 

“Right” 

“You ok?” He asked staring at Y/N up and down, she pulled the duvet closer to herself covering what Draco looked to be judging 

“Fine” She replied lying back down and closing her eyes once more.

Draco hesitated for a moment then left the room, Y/N felt the tears begin to bubble as she heard the bedroom door shut. 

ONce Y/N woke up again, the sun was shining directly into the room, she pulled herself out of the bed and heading towards the kitchen in search of something to make her feel a little happier, the manor felt empty, she knew the Malfoy’s had house elves running around by when neither Narcissa nor Lucius Malfoy nor Draco were home it felt eerie and weird. Y/N searched around the cupboards but found nothing which she fancied, with a huff she returned to Draco’s bedroom, begging to feel a little like a prisoner in the house. Without a second thought she grabbed the floo powder which Draco kept on top of the fireplace, and muttered her home address. 

———

Draco knew he had messed up the moment he walked into the manor, it was unusually quiet ordinarily he would be able to hear Y/N’s TV show or music playing but nothing. 

“Draco you’re home!” His mother said as she walked through the large entrance hall 

“Yeah, where’s Y/N?” He asked, 

“She isn’t with you?” Draco felt his heart drop when the words left his mothers mouth 

“No she didn’t come with me today” “Well me and your father left this morning and came back at lunch and she wasn’t here” She said 

“Did she leave a note somewhere?” Draco said hurriedly 

“Not that I saw, but perhaps there’s one in you rroom?” She suggested, Draco bolted up the stairs and threw open the door to his room there was no sign of a note nor Y/N. Feeling the panic building up he began desperately searching to find some kind of clue as to where she might have gone. His eyes finally landed on the pot of floo powder which was on the wrong side of the mantlepiece. Grabbing a handful Draco quickly shouted Y/N’s address. 

— — — 

The instant Draco stepped into Y/N’s home he knew she was there, just by the way music filled the small house. Y/N had mentioned about how her parents were always travelling and that was why even since first year she had stayed with Draco over summer, she had always told Draco how much she hated being home alone, the thought made Draco panic. He must have messed up badly for Y/N to willingly stay on her own 

“Y/N” He called through the house, his voice echoing off the walls, the music stopped filling the house with silence “Darling?” He called again, Y/N suddenly appeared out from her bedroom dressed in baggy clothes and wet hair Draco soaked in her disheveled appearance. “Baby?” He said taking a small step closer

“What are you doing here Draco?” She said her voice was cold, and loveless. A tone Draco didn’t like one bit 

“I got home and you weren’t there” He explained “I was worried” he added with a careful smile unsure of how Y/N was going to react, but Draco was met with silence “Can we talk?” He said 

“I don’t know can we?” She snapped harshly, pushing past Draco and storming to the kitchen turning the kettle on and forcefully thumping a mug down on the side 

“Darling I don’t know what you mean” Draco said, Y/N scoffed as she threw a tea bag into the empty mug 

“You’ve been gone for the past two weeks Draco, with Blaze or Pansy, or some stupid excuse to get away from me but now you want to talk?” She snapped pouring the boiling water into the mug, and finishing the tea with milk and sugar 

“Darling, I don’t know what to say” He stammered taking a step towards her 

“If you’re going to break up you should just come out with it” She said bluntly holding the mug tightly in her hands as though it were going to protect her from whatever Draco was going to say 

“I don’t want to break up with you” Draco said 

“You’ve got a funny way of showing that” She snapped 

“Let me explain please” Draco begged 

“Fine” She said, waiting for Draco to start his explanation, but all she was met with was a few stammered syllables 

“Just come with me love” he said taking her hand and instantly apperating them away from the comfort of her home. 

— — — 

“Don’t you ever do that again” She shouted tearing her arm away from Draco the moment she felt her feet on the hard floor “Where the hell are we?” She asked looking around at the room Draco had taken her to, buckets of paint sat on the floor and half the walls were painted, sunlight poured into the room from a large bay window with the most comfortable looking window seat in front of it, the kind Y/N could imagine just curling up on 

“We’re graduating this time next year” Draco said 

“Yeah” She said pushing him to continue 

“I don’t want to move back in with my parents and I’m kind of hoping you don’t either. So I bought us this flat. It isn’t much it’s only got two bedrooms but it overlooks Diagon Ally” Draco said 

“I don’t understand” She said 

“I wanted to give it to you, before we went back to school. I’ve been spending all my time here getting it ready” “So you’re not breaking up with me?” Y/N asked 

“Never darling, I want you to move in with me” He said 

“I’m sorry” She muttered staring at her feet suddenly feeling as if she was getting told off by a teacher 

“I should be the one apologising, I’ve been neglecting you and I swear it will never happen again, I just got so wrapped up in making this perfect that I didn’t even think. I love you Y/N” 

“I love you too” She whispered 

“Now how about a tour?” Draco said with a grin 

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[margueritegrindle]

First Spicy Chapter of To Love & To Loathe is up!

Just a little idea of what it holds:

The anticipation hung thick and heavy in the air as Draco gently set Hermione down, her feet barely whispering against the plush carpet. Stepping back, his hooded eyes raked over her thoroughly kissed lips, wild curls, and deep flush across her cheeks.

She was perfect.

"Take off your slip, Miss Granger," he purred.

Hermione's heart stuttered, desire coiling hot and tight deep in her belly. With shaking hands, she grasped the satin straps and languidly slid them down, revealing inch after inch of creamy skin.

"Slower," Draco commanded, his stormy eyes burning. "Show me all of you."

The slip fluttered teasingly to the floor as Hermione revealed herself fully to his consuming gaze. She felt deliciously exposed standing bare before him, her skin prickling with exquisite sensitivity. Her nipples tightened almost painfully and slick heat bloomed between her legs under the intoxicating weight of his stare.

"You're right, I do hate you," Draco murmured, his stormy eyes raking over her nude form.

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[dramioneasks]

hello, I know I sound stupid I want to find Dramione fanfictions but without censorship, for example, it's enough, for Draco to hurt his finger and start swearing in a million ways or Hermione, as soon, as Draco calls her a mudblood again, instead of calling him a ferret or a Death Eater, she will call him a purist, but it's very ugly which would end, with vulgarity during, very hard sex🤬 😏.

Censorship?

So you want fics with explicit profanity?

Nomura by haironmylip - E, WIP - When their eyes meet, there is a brief moment of oppressive silence, as if they are under pressure. Hermione isn't sure if he's looking directly into her eyes since her vision tragically fails her at the most critical moment. She lowers her gaze to his shoulder, to the ripped fabric of his shirt, splattered with blood and something else... Something inside Hermione starts to crumble, whether it's a corset made of ribs or a dried-up heart drained of blood, she isn't sure. She pays little attention to the blood on his shoulder, casting a foggy glance at the elongated head of the tattooed dragon.

Baritone by cevansbiceps - E, 6 chapters - Hermione gets attacked by a Werewolf, and everything goes to hell. Secrets are revealed and lives are changed.

In Flagrante by darkcivet (FallenInDreams) - M, one-shot - The war left everyone a little wary of snakes; everyone saw Slytherin House as evil or cowards. But, pants down, wands out, and honestly, hand to Merlin, they’d never seen the boys of Slytherin House quite like this before. Entry for interhouse fest 2015 on LiveJournal. Rated Mature for a reason.

Sex and Candy by Mondette - E, one-shot - “What?” Hermione asks when she noticed him staring. “Nothing.” “What is it?” Draco knew she won’t stop asking so he reached for a small piece of candied honeycomb to shove in her mouth. She ate it without complaints. Her eyes locked on his and her lips felt like rose petals against his fingertips. He didn’t flinch but slowly pulled his hand away. Draco felt the sticky remnants of the candy that had melted into his touch and brought his fingers to his lips to suck on each of them once to clean, never breaking the eye contact they started.

Words Unspoken by Kjableek - E, one-shot - Hermione Granger stepped through her floo with her fists clenched. How could this have happened? Fuck. After how hard she fought against this legislation, it still happened. She paced her living room floor still fuming after that mockery of a ceremony. Then she heard the floo roar to life and she knew he walked into her home…their home now. Hermione turned around and let her eyes travel up from his dragon leather shoes to his expertly tailored three-piece suit that probably cost more than her mortgage. But she was sure with Gringotts vaults like his, he could afford it. Now, they were her vaults as well and the weight of that realization felt heavy on her left hand. Hermione finally looked up into his stormy gray eyes and they both just stared at each other. They hadn’t said anything since those two words in front of the Ministry Official. What was there to say? They both stood there in silence waiting for the other to make the first move. Or, in which Hermione Granger is forced to marry Draco Malfoy and they take part in a petty silent treatment game.

Cherries by Molivier - E, one-shot - He’d wanted to stalk across the hall and slap the God forsaken bowl of cherries out of her reach. Sneer at her for trying to seduce the two idiotic Gryffindors. Punch Potter or Weasel for not taking the fucking bait so she just had to keep going.

-Lisa

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[dhr-ao3]

The Great Eight

The Great Eight https://ift.tt/MTuIbGq by Ink_and_Cider Hermione felt her heart squeezing under his hard stare, her breath went shallow. She hadn't seen him in a while, years even. They didn't cross socially in many ways, and it was easy enough to slip away undetected when she noticed him at the bar. His face, while still sharp in many ways, was more squared off, filled in. While she wasn't blind, she had a hard time connecting the words ‘handsome’ and ‘Malfoy’ in the same sentence, even in her mind. He turned to face her, still scowling, his eyebrows lowering over those stormy sky eyes, as if he could hear her thoughts as clear as day, and said “Nice to see you too Granger.” Her eyes flitted unwillingly to the scar on his face. He turned abruptly and stepped around her, clearing the space between them in two easy strides. She only exhaled as the edge of his cloak whipped around the corner and she was alone again. Words: 8538, Chapters: 5/31, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood/George Weasley Additional Tags: Draco Malfoy Redemption, cozy and angsty, No beta we die like fred, Rocky Horror Picture Show References, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, maybe she's born with it maybe it's PTSD, Anxiety Attacks, Suicidal Thoughts, Slow Burn Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/UOZdwra March 27, 2024 at 10:14PM

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[steampunkserpent27]

Fly With Me

for @hdcandyheartsfest 's prompt: Honeymoon (the last prompt! How exciting!) Rated: T CW: Veela Draco, Implied semi-nudity (see-through clothing), Implied future off-screen sex

Draco was perched on the edge of the cliff, his talons wrapped around the gnarled rocks, as the salty breeze whipped against his hair, turning it damp and disheveled. His wings were unfurled, just slightly, so the air could buffet against them, causing his feathers to spread and sway in the wind. Harry was watching with bated breath. Draco was gorgeous. His skin was tinged slightly pink in the cold, while his hair clung to his skin, curling around his ears and giving him a wild complexion. His grey eyes stuck out starkly against his pale skin, matching with the turbulent sea and cliffside he was balancing on. His robes were long and flowing, more transparent than white, and they revealed far too much of his body. It was extremely distracting, and he found himself staring at Draco’s curled and wicked talons, as he didn’t trust himself to not look elsewhere. Draco stretched his wings, revealing their true length, although he kept them twisted downwards, so the wind wouldn’t sweep him away. They were breathtaking and pure white, almost glowing in the faint light of the stormy sky. For just a moment, he admired their beauty, before they were gone, once again furled at Draco’s sides. “You’re so beautiful.” He breathed. He hadn’t even meant to say it, but it was true. It was an understatement, the understatement of the century, but he was at a loss for words, and it was the only thing that came close to expressing the overwhelming admiration and love he felt for the man. Draco smiled, his cheeks turning a deeper pink, as he stepped towards him, carefully traversing the rocks. Although, he made it look easy, as his gnarled feet helped him to latch onto the slippery boulders. Draco extended a hand. “Fly with me?” He blinked, glancing between both Draco and the crashing waves below them. “With you?” “I’ll carry you.” Fingers brushed over his shoulder, gentle, tender, sending shivers down his spine. He let out a sigh, leaning into his touch and resting against his chest, feeling the steady thudding of Draco’s heart. He very much wanted Draco to hold him, to feel his arms wrap around him and to feel the breeze in his hair. He was only a little bit concerned about drowning in the ocean below them. “Don’t drop me.” 

There was a soft, airy chuckle, as Draco pressed his lips against the tops of his ears. “I would never.” He looked up at him, seeing the same love and admiration he felt reflected in Draco’s eyes. “Okay.” Draco wrapped his arms around his middle and lifted him up, so he could curl his legs around his hips and cling to his chest. “Don’t let go though.” He pressed his forehead against Draco’s sternum, taking a deep breath. “I’m not that crazy.” Draco stepped towards the edge of the cliff, his wings starting to unfurl, as they spread out on either side of him. “Just making sure.” He tightened his grip, sure he must have been squeezing the air out of Draco’s lungs. “I mean it, don’t drop me.” “Relax, Love. I’m a great flier.” Draco leaned forwards, his wings starting to tremble as the wind blew against them. “Ready?” He squeezed his eyes shut, letting out an affirmative grunt. Draco bent his legs, before he leapt forwards and plummeted towards the sea, the air racing and batting against them. He let out a whimper and dug his fingers into Draco’s thin robe, his knuckles turning bright white. After what felt like an eternity, but was really only a few seconds, Draco shot his wings out and turned upwards, arching towards the sky. They were shaky at first, tilting to the side, before he flapped his wings a few times and leveled them out. The wind was still achingly cold, and his heart was still racing, but as he realized he wasn’t about to crash into the sea, he opened his eyes. The sea was a raging beast below them, but Draco was carrying him right below the clouds, so the spray of the battling waves couldn’t reach them. It was beautiful, in a terrifying, life-ending kind of way. Draco turned, banking to the left, while his wings trembled against the force of the current. He looked up at him, seeing how relaxed and content he seemed, and he found he truly had no reason to worry. This was natural for Draco, it was what he was meant to do, and he felt truly touched that he wanted to share that aspect of himself with him. It wasn’t how he had expected his honeymoon to start, but he wasn’t disappointed, it was an exhilarating experience, one that he got to share with Draco and Draco alone. And besides, they still had plenty of time left together.

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[dracoslittlepet]

🦋 Of Worlds Apart 🦋

• Part Two •

🐍DRACO MALFOY X FAE READER SERIES🐍

You, a magical being of part Fae, have been all but locked out of one of the only homes you've ever known, the gateway having sealed itself somehow. And to make matters worse, you've been spotted by none other than Draco Malfoy, an equally magical being who has now let his curiosity get the best of him....

• fluff; slight angst; language

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He had seen you. The human boy had seen you. Which meant he had probably seen Fern, too. Oh, sweet Aine, Mother of all things Fae, this couldn't be happening. You paused your running to duck behind a tree, your back slamming against the trunk and nearly knocking the very wind out of you.

You couldn't think properly, not at the moment, not when your nerves were so thoroughly rattled. Quite without realizing it,you began to pace back and forth, until Fern's voice brought you to a halt.

"Do you think he followed us?"

You froze in your tracks, casting an anxious look down at your companion. "Followed us?? Fern, please, I... That's not helping..." you answered, your voice trembling. The little red fox merely regarded you with a curious look in his eyes, his head tilting to the side for a moment.

And then he added in a softer voice, "He was kind of pretty to look at, don't you think so?"

You couldn't help the slightly hysterical laugh that burst from your lips. He had been rather attractive, from what brief glimpse you had gotten of him. But while yes, it was true, that didn't make it any less alarming.

He had seen you. You, a living, breathing, Fae... had been spotted by a human. Something of this magnitude was never meant to happen, should never have happened. You had thought the woodlands and surrounding countryside would be completely barren, a safe place you could journey through until you found what you were looking for.

But you had been wrong.

As if to further prove your point, at that moment, the unmistakable sound of leaves crunching beneath footsteps echoed through the trees. You whirled around, startled, to see...

Him.

He was standing there, dressed impeccably from head to toe. And as you stood there staring at him as he stared at you, you realized something. Fern had been right. From the smooth black fabric of his suit to the fine leather dress shoes he wore, there was no denying this boy was easy on the eyes.

But then your earlier revelation came back to you. He had seen you and your companion, he had learned of your existence.

With that, you took several steps backwards, only to have the boy hold up both hands in a sign of surrender, his eyes wide.

He opened his mouth to speak, and the voice that flowed from those perfect rosebud lips froze you in your tracks, the velvet smooth timbre holding you captive for the time being.

"No, wait, please! Don't leave."

You stood there, unable to move, your gaze locked on his, your own eyes quite mesmerized by those deep pools of oceanic, stormy blue-grey.

The silence between the two of you seemed to stretch on forever, until you finally had to shatter it, breaking the eerie sense of calm and familiarity.

"W-who are you?"

He regarded you with a brief look of mingled surprise and confusion, before he answered your question, that voice of his caressing your ears, your very soul, once more.

"Me? I'm Draco. Draco Malfoy."

You cast a wary look at him, before answering him in turn.

"Well. Lovely to meet you, Draco Draco Malfoy."

The laugh that followed your response made heat rise to your cheeks, an almost indignant expression crossing over your features.

Seeing the look on your face, the boy quickly regained his composure, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"No, sorry. I apologize. It's just... Never mind. You can just call me Draco. If you'd like to, that is."

You regarded him with a somewhat shrewd look, before glancing down at your companion. Fern seemed to be rather enjoying himself, the small fox having taken it upon himself to curl up in a pile of fallen leaves.

Meeting the boy... er, Draco's... gaze again, you heaved a small sigh. You supposed giving him your name wouldn't hurt, so long as you revealed nothing more about yourself. At least for the time being.

"I'm Y/N. Y/L/N."

"Y/N..."

The way he repeated your name, the way each letter sounded as it fell like molten gold from his tongue, oh how sweet was the effect it had on you. Quite without realizing it, you took one step nearer to Draco, followed by another, and another still, until you were mere feet away from him.

Swallowing hard, you gestured down at your companion, the small fox still perfectly content atop his pile of leaves. "A-and this is Fern. My, um... my companion," you stammered. Sweet Aine alive, you disliked how easily your voice trembled, how much of an effect this simple human boy could have on you.

Then again, was he actually that simple? Was any of this as simple as it seemed??

Draco's voice cut through your thoughts, and you looked up to meet his gaze once more, startled.

"That fox of yours. He winked at me earlier. At least, I think he did."

It was meant to be a statement, but the way he said it made it sound more like a question, almost as if he was asking you to confirm what he thought he saw.

Another nervous swallow, then, before you answered him.

"He... he probably did. He's... he's still young in spirit, sort of a child, really."

Fern's answering snort of displeasure startled both you and Draco; as the two of you glanced down at the small animal, you could swear you saw Fern's eyes narrow just the slightest.

"Are you calling me a baby??" he protested, that look of displeasure still visible in his tiny brown eyes.

You were about to reassure him that no, you in fact were not calling him a baby, but a sharp hiss momentarily distracted you.

Looking up, you saw Draco standing there with wide eyes, his face as pale as if he'd seen a spirit. "You... you can- holy fucking Salazar. You can talk...?!" he gasped, his eyes never leaving Fern.

The little fox made a noise of displeasure again, before exchanging a look with you.

"He said a bad word, Y/N! Does he need a Cleansing??" Fern asked. There was an edge of barely concealed excitement and innocence to his voice, and you couldn't help the small laugh that burst from your lips.

"No, he doesn't need a Cleansing. I'll... I'll handle it," you laughed. Draco made a noise of indignation, regarding you with a wary look. "What's a Cleansing?" he inquired, while subtly taking one step back from you.

You shook your head at him, taking one step forward. "Don't ask. It's better if you don't ask. Just... try and mind your language from here on out, though," you answered. "Fern's still got little ears," you added in a whisper.

The fox in question batted a few leaves your way before getting up and making a show of stretching, much like the humans' feline pets often did. As he yawned, you caught sight of all his sharp little teeth, and a wry smile lit up your face.

Fern may have looked cute and approachable on the outside, but you knew better. There was a reason you had chosen him as your companion, and vice versa.

Draco must have seen the glistening white teeth as well, all of them tiny and sharp as knives, because out of the corner of your eye, you saw him take the smallest step backwards.

"Oh, he won't hurt you unless I bid him to. He's really quite sweet, once you get him to trust you," you murmured. Draco cast another wary look at you, before glancing down at Fern again. "You can talk. So... what, is it a spell? Some kind of incantation?" he inquired.

Fern looked up at you for help, but you couldn't possibly offer him any at the moment. "Well, we don't quite actually know. I, um... Oh, sweet Aine, and I can't even tell you why...!" you mused aloud, completely oblivious to the way Draco was now staring at you.

It was only when he asked his next question that you looked up at him with wide eyes.

"Why can't you tell me?"

You swallowed hard before answering.

"Because it would get you into trouble. The sort of trouble that not even someone like me could fix."

"Someone like you?" the words were followed by a small, incredulous laugh. A moment later, Draco's voice was quiet as he asked you yet another question you couldn't answer properly.

"Y/N. What exactly are you?"

That was a good question, indeed, one that would possibly keep you from sleep for the next few nights. What were you, especially now?

You were still part Fae, that much was obvious. But... you were also a deserter.

That door had sealed itself against you for some reason, which meant you couldn't go back home, couldn't go back to the people you had grown familiar with, had formed bonds of friendship and laughter and tears with.

You were a deserter of your people, and it was entirely your fault. You and your damned curiosity and wonderment.

You had left them behind.

You had left home behind.

Surely the High Court would know you were missing by now. Surely they would send someone out to patrol the area, to try and find you, bring you in for questioning.

You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn't notice how close Draco was to you now; it was only until you felt fingertips lightly brush along your right cheek that you snapped yourself out of it, coming back to the present with a startled gasp and a step backwards.

Your eyes were wide, heart racing, as you stood there staring at the blonde boy in front of you. And yet he stood there too, ever so patient, his hand still outstretched towards you, a gentle look in his eyes.

"Y/N. What are you?"

There came that question again, one you wanted so badly to answer but couldn't. You knew it would put not only him in jeopardy, but yourself and Fern as well. You weren't allowed to interact with humans like this, not since your creation, not ever. And yet....

"You can tell me. I promise, I'm not going to hurt you," came Draco's soft whisper a moment later.

Heart aching and thoughts tumbling over one another like a hurricane waiting to break free, you heaved a sigh before casting a pained look in his direction.

It was now or never, the moment that would define every little moment afterwards.

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, you answered him.

"I'm part Fae."

A/N: And here we have their first meeting, which... probably could have gone a wee bit better, but... You know. 🤷🏼‍♀️ This is it, folks. She has told him what she is. So, now what? Guess you'll have to wait until Part 3 to find out! Thanks, guys, and please don't forget to REBLOG! 💚🐍

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[snailsway101]

Drarry medieval AU, featuring silly Draco and powerful Harry

Part 2 (Previous: 1)

Malfoy faced Potter on a fine day, all sun and no gale, just the right amount of crisp in the air. The ladies at court streamed into the arena in droves, coloring the benches with red velvets and green silks. A few readied themselves to fall into dead swoon, only to be reprimanded by Lady Parkinson.

"How droll. Draco will win, of course. This country boy is no match for his prowess," she declared breezily, staring down her pug nose at the contestants.

But the intelligent Lady Granger murmured a quiet dissent. "I wouldn't be so sure."

That said, Malfoy did appear to have the advantage. Sitting tall and straight atop his expensive destrier, his hair a golden halo around his fair, ivory face, 15-year-old Draco Malfoy looked the very image of a regal aristocrat in the first blush of youth. He surveyed the field with a confident smirk, his stormy grey eyes lit with arrogance.

Potter, on the other hand, was more weatherbeaten, that could not be denied. Sir Lupin had found him in a border town, living among peasants. And yet, that somehow did not seem to detract from his charm. There was an enticing wildness about him hitherto unseen at court--from the tumbling mess of his black curls, to the laser focus of his gem-like eyes, to the coiled wiry, muscles beneath his second rate armor. Sitting atop a common stable horse, he was nonetheless regal in his own way, with the frenetic air of an untamed beast.

Standing to one side of Malfoy, Zabini asked, "You ready?"

"Am I ready? Pff." Draco sneered in the direction of Potter. "I'm sure he's never jousted before, just look at his hold on the lance. I'll destroy him."

Nott, on his other side, smiled enigmatically and said nothing.

The contestants put on their helmets and raised their lances, Zabini and Nott stepped away, the crowds began chanting Mal-foy Mal-foy. . . And they charged! Aha! Malfoy's destrier ran with power and speed; Malfoy himself held his lance with elegance and skill! Malfoy was the very spirit and vision of grace, he will kill Potter in a moment (Lady Lavender Brown fell into a dead swoon). And--

Oh goodness! But Draco Malfoy was knocked clean off his horse! Victory to Potter!

The arena experienced one second of hushed silence, then erupted into wild, defeaning cheers. Pot-ter! Pot-ter! (Lady Parkinson swooned.)

Draco sat on his bum, dazed and confused. What just happened? Could it be that . . . he had lost? To Potter? He removed his helmet slowly, eyes wide with disbelief.

His opponent trotted over just then and dismounted. Potter reached out a hand and said, "Didn't mean to knock you off. You're not badly hurt, are you?"

Draco stared at him a moment before harshly swatting the offensive hand away.

"I won't forget this, Potter! I won't!" he cried, hopping up with a grunt of pain. "Just you wait!" And with that, he stormed off in a huff to his group of friends and admirers (dramatic effect somewhat curtailed, though, by the way he hobbled).

Harry Potter remained in place, staring after Malfoy with cold green eyes and an air of bemused exasperation.

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[ao3feed-harryginny]

The Great Eight

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HeURzof by Ink_and_Cider Hermione felt her heart squeezing under his hard stare, her breath went shallow. She hadn't seen him in a while, years even. They didn't cross socially in many ways, and it was easy enough to slip away undetected when she noticed him at the bar. His face, while still sharp in many ways, was more squared off, filled in. While she wasn't blind, she had a hard time connecting the words ‘handsome’ and ‘Malfoy’ in the same sentence, even in her mind. He turned to face her, still scowling, his eyebrows lowering over those stormy sky eyes, as if he could hear her thoughts as clear as day, and said “Nice to see you too Granger.” Her eyes flitted unwillingly to the scar on his face. He turned abruptly and stepped around her, clearing the space between them in two easy strides. She only exhaled as the edge of his cloak whipped around the corner and she was alone again. Words: 38331, Chapters: 18/31, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M, M/M, Multi Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, George Weasley, Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, Ginny Weasley, Pansy Parkinson, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Luna Lovegood/George Weasley Additional Tags: Draco Malfoy Redemption, cozy and angsty, No beta we die like fred, Rocky Horror Picture Show References, Harry Potter Epilogue What Epilogue | EWE, maybe she's born with it maybe it's PTSD, Anxiety Attacks, Suicidal Thoughts, Slow Burn Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/HeURzof

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[charlenasaxen]

Draco Sinister Quotes pt. 2

"So," said Draco, who seemed to be warming to his theme.

Despite her horror, Hermione was impressed. He actually held it like he knew how to use it. Then she recalled the fencing-room at Malfoy Manor. Maybe he did know how to use it.

"You think you can fight what you feel, every second of every day, and pretend everything is fine, and it'll be easy?"

"When I look at you, I want to die."

He was still holding her face in his hands, and as he stared at her, she saw his eyes soften, silver turning to gray. "Don't look at me," he said. His voice was soft

"I never knew it gave you pleasure to gaze upon me, Weasley, but far be it from me to interfere with your harmless pleasures

"And I know what you are," said Draco. "An inbred cretin with an inferiority complex the size of Brighton.

as the black of his clothing blended into the darkness of the gathering shadows.

"Don't you go after him, Ginny-"

But she was already gone.

Narcissa, her hair in businesslike plaits

"Eighteen?" Sirius whistled. "That's young to be worth--"

"Seventy-five million galleons,"

"But all that money and power-"

"Doesn't even begin to make up for all the things he hasn't had!"

said Narcissa, her expression stormy

looking down at the top of his silvery-blond head, which was resting on his folded hands

"Please, you could never look chubby. You're - oh, never mind

'Because after all, that nice shy boy who sits behind you in Potions might just be your soulmate.'"

"Harry sits behind me in Potions," said Draco darkly

Ginny looked at him sideways. Empirically speaking, he was better-looking

and an ear-to-ear grin. "Harry's all right!" he announced, by way of a greeting. "So is Draco."

Of course, when Harry gets here tomorrow, I'm going to kill him, so the point is moot."

"Are you sure it isn't just the leather outfit?" she added hopefully

passed the pen where the dragons waited, awake, their gold eyes glittering

The silver moonlight fell on his upturned face, his hair, turned his eyes to silver

because if they weren't behind her back --

"I have to go," she said.

"So go,"

But everyone has a breaking point.

Everyone.

"I can't," he said, and kissed her.

she wanted it, wanted to disappear entirely into this sensation and forget everything else in the world except for Draco.

with a wild sort of joy. "Am I hurting you? Hermione, am I --?"

"Yes," she whispered. "Don't stop."

it was her arm that hooked around his neck, drawing him down

She slid her hands inside his shirt, delicate fingers against his skin

she was saying his name over and over, a feverish and desperate whisper and she wanted him, and more than that. She loved him.

"Is that you can tell yourself that what you're feeling isn't real, and you can get rid of it with a spell. And I can't.

"Well, anyone can go around claiming to be Slytherin," said Sirius defensively

"Please tell me that place is somewhere near this place," he said. "Because I am not following you."

Then she looked down and saw Draco, curled up on the ground, his head on his arms

altogether rather endearing

"Would you believe me if I said I was attacked by an angry squirrel?" he asked.

"Would that be the same squirrel that ate the buttons off your shirt?"

Draco glanced down at himself. "Bloody hell,"

reached up to pull the collar of his shirt aside

"I think he looks sweet," said Narcissa, threw her arms around Draco, and kissed him on the forehead

"Those trousers can't be comfortable," she said. '"They're so..."

"I was just hoping we could continue our great familial tradition of gut-wrenching misery and verbal abuse. Tell me: would it kill you, just this once, to say 'Hello, son, what did you want to talk to me about?"

catching the chair opposite him with one booted toe and sending it spinning across the room towards Draco

Lucius looked at his son, and for a moment saw the pale, familiar face stripped of its defenses, saw the pain and the panic behind the eyes

Since his son was four years old, he hadn't cried. Not that Lucius could recall. Unnatural, his wife had said, a child that doesn't cry.

When I joined him, he asked me for you."

Draco raised his head. "Whatever else I am, I'm your son. And you traded me to the Dark Lord for a little bit of power?"

Ginny had put her arm over the side of Hermione's chair, taken her hand, and squeezed

while Sirius, with admirable concision, explained. His speech was punctuated by occasional explosive sounds

she looked very much like her son - determined, defiant, even a little arrogant.

if anyone in the world could match Hermione glare for glare, it was Ron; they'd been practicing for five years.

Draco demanded, his voice taking on a slightly wild tone. "What then?"

"What happens to a watch when you wind it backwards?" replied Lucius. "It breaks."

But you can't change it. You'll never be like them. You can wear the guise of morality, but underneath it you are what I made you to be."

"Let me go," he said.

I've lost him, thought Lucius, astonished

made Lucius wonder if the wall was the only thing keeping him upright.

Just stared at his son, who stared back out of blazing eyes,

"When you get to Hell, I think you'll find there will be a lot more of 'our kind of people' there."

The door opened, and Draco went through it.

"Lavender and Parvati will be so pleased to know that Malfoy wears Calvin Klein Wizardwear boxer shorts."

If Harry could have seen him, he would have been amazed, impressed even - it wasn't just that he flew fast, but recklessly and with precision

it seemed unlikely to him that even a Malfoy would be allowed to walk uninvited into a mental institution carrying a whacking great sword

He lifted the sword in his left hand and held it out in front of him -

Visions of what has been, what is now, what will be if you want it -

--And threw it

leapt into his grip, resting there. As if it belonged.

You can't walk away from it.

It's what you are.

"With the wall," said Harry.

"And then with the wardrobe," said Ron, helpfully.

Years of fencing practice and Quidditch had given him fast reflexes

she added suggestively. "You and me...in my room...there were butterflies in pretty colors..."

Fleur shrugged her elegant shoulders. "They told me they met you." She smiled. "They liked you very much."

"Marriage? Are you mad? I'm sixteen!"

"You won't be forever."

You mean those veela let me go because they knew you wanted to marry me?"

turning to put a hand on his shoulder, "we can still have sex.

"There is the little matter of the favor you owe me."

Draco blinked at her. "You want me to have sex with you? As a favor?"

"I don't want cash," she said. "I want you."

Draco stared at her in utter disbelief.

He blinked at her. She was very beautiful in the half-light, and it was rather flattering, and well, he was sixteen years old.

He shrugged. "Yeah, all right, then."

"Why me?" Draco asked, as Fleur started to take off his jacket

and hang on, all that is starting to sound very convincing. No wonder you like me."

Fleur, hooked her foot behind his ankle, and yanked.

and - are you unlacing my boots?"

"Well, you can't keep them on, can you?" she said reasonably, yanking off one shoe. "Oh, look you have ducks on your socks! That is so cute.

"What do you mean when I grow up a bit? I'm good-looking now!" he protested

started to run her finger meditatively up and down his sternum

My father says I'm evil and he is the expert in that department

and okay people usually ask before they do that, what are you doing? Stop!"

"Sod it. It's not like I've got a lot of virtue to protect. If you want to kiss me, kiss me."

fell to the side, landing on her knees. "Ooof," she said, irritably. "What's wrong with you?"

"What do you mean?"

"There is," she said, "Something else you could give me..."

"You told him not to bring it and he got...scary?"

"There was a certain scare factor," he admitted.

"I was just looking at some old photos...would you like to see?"

Ginny tossed her hair back from her face and smiled. "Are there pictures of Draco when he was a baby?"

Draco had been really a picture-perfect baby boy, with huge gray-blue eyes and silvery hair that stood up in wild cowlicks

It was Draco, the adult version

in a rough, sisterly fashion, began drying his face and hair with it.

I'm fairly positive that someone very nasty wants me dead."

Ginny's eyes widened. "What are you going to do?" she said.

"Die, probably,"

he was shivering very slightly with cold. "You're sorry?" he said. "Or you're sorry for me?"

lifted it, brushing his mouth across the back of her fingers so quickly

"I don't know what to believe -"

"Maybe you should ask me," said a low, cool voice

his silver eyes spat angry sparks. "I've got nothing to say," he snarled

"You're not my father," said Draco icily. "I don't have to tell you anything. That I'm not dangerous? Well, I can't promise you that. Especially if -"

He had thought Harry had come after him.

And Harry hadn't.

A cold miserable anguish lanced through him

her expression unreadable in the half-light. "Oh, forget it," he finished wearily. "For once in my life, I've got nothing at all to say."

#draco malfoy #the draco trilogy

[scriptorxfabularum]

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall + reverse Draco @ Fish

     SINCE THE VERY FIRST MOMENT that they had met, Fish had tried to talk him into going into the Forbidden Forest with her. And from that very first moment they had met, he had refused outright. He had been in there ONCE and that had been more than enough for the rest of his life. Yet, she kept asking, kept pushing him on the topic, kept hinting at it happening SOMETIME.

     Whether he was REALLY upset with her over starting on the Forbidden Forest again, he wasn’t sure. It was also possible that part of him just wanted to see if he could make her stop talking altogether. Shock her into silence, so to say.

     Either way, they had been standing in a deserted hallway, talking about whatever crazy idea Fish had come up with this time. And of course, they had circled back to the Forbidden Forest, with her happily chatting away about things that she’d heard were in there, and Draco gritting his teeth at the idea of having the same discussion AGAIN.

     So instead of listening to her one more second, he stepped closer to her, placing one hand against the wall on each side of her head, and stared into her eyes from barely a couple of inches away. He didn’t say anything, suddenly uncomfortably aware of how close he was, yet not wanting to back away. He was so close that he could smell her scent. It was like walking along a beach on a stormy day, salt air and ocean. He swallowed hard, his gaze subconsciously moving from her eyes to her mouth and lingering there for a moment, before looking back into her eyes.

     “I thought…” He cleared his throat, his voice barely more than a whisper, before continuing. “I thought I’d said no to the Forbidden Forest?”

SEXUAL TENSION PROMPTS. || Accepting

#imprvdente #Draco { Ask } #{ Ask }

[saintlike78]

Enemy [D.M.]

A/N: I get so much inspo from Dani and Nani tbh, but this is for @silverdelirium 🤍

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!virgin!reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: kinda based on this. Enemy Draco fucking virgin reader, leaving her to slip into sub space.

Warnings: NSFW! (+16), virgin reader, dub con, daddy kink, vaginal sex, degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), sub space, choking, crying. Lmk if I missed anything.

The breath was knocked slightly out of you as your body bumped against the side of the tall figure walking in the opposite direction to you. A scowl decorated his face and an annoyed grunt left his lips.

“Watch where you’re going, y/l/n,” he growled, stopping in his tracks to turn towards you.

“Oh, Malfoy, didn’t see you there,” you smirked, angling your head up to look at him as he stepped closer.

“You better watch yourself.”

Your smirk only grew, your bodies so close your chests were practically touching.

“What're you gonna do, huh? Tell your father I bumped into you,” you poked, playing with fire. You knew you’d struck something by the way his eyes blazed and nostrils flared.

A small smirk twitched on his lips, “y/l/n, I’d advise you to shut that little mouth of yours.”

The electricity buzzed all around you, the silence bouncing on the walls of the empty corridor as you stared into his grey stormy eyes.

“Make me,” you whispered smugly.

Draco closed his eyes, shaking his head, “that’s it.”

Before you could process what was happening, Draco had your arm in his grasp hauling you with him. You were pushed into a dusty broom cupboard, one abandoned by Filch many years ago.

Draco shut the door firmly behind him, pushing your body against the dusty wall, pressing himself up against you.

“What're you doing?” you asked, voice strained as you were pressed against the wall.

“Teaching a slutty little brat a lesson.”

You gasped as Draco’s hand snaked around your body, grasping your throat with his large hand, squeezing just enough for it to be felt.

He used his free hand to flip up your skirt, landing a harsh smack right on the smooth flesh.

“Ow, Malfoy!” you tried turning your head, but he only squeezed your throat tighter.

“Shut your mouth, stupid brat…- and you’ll address me as daddy, you got that?”

You tried straining, but to no avail.

“I said, you got that?” he growled right by your ear, pinching your thigh.

“Yes,” you breathed out shakily.

“Yes, what?”

You shut your eyes, “yes, daddy.”

Draco let out a pleased hum, moving your lace panties to the side and running a finger through your folds without warning.

“Such a fucking slut, all wet from being pressed against a wall,” he chuckled sadistically.

Nerves ran through your body and mind, your mouth shut quiet as you listened to the zip of Draco’s school trousers and the clinking of his belt. You let out another gasp as you felt something run through your folds once more before prodding at your entrance.

The nerves clouded your mind and your body tensed right as he pushed into you in one swift motion.

“Ow, Daddy,” you whimpered, knuckles turning white as they balled against the wall.

“Aww, can your slutty little cunt not handle it?” he cooed mockingly.

He thrust his hips against yours, fast deep strokes that hit spots within you, you didn’t know existed.

“Not so smart are you now,” Draco smirked, pulling your head against his shoulder as he kept rutting into you.

You shook your head, the pain bleeding into pleasure and a buzz ringing through your mind.

Draco just laughed, squeezing your throat.

“It hasn’t even been ten minutes and you’re already fucked dumb, dirty little slut.”

You could only moan in response, mouth open and slack as he kept moving his hips against your bottom.

His free hand moved over the front of your body, landing inside your panties; his finger found your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub. You jumped at the friction, a whimper tore from your throat and your cunt squeezed around Draco’s cock.

“Daddy, feels weird in my tummy,” you whined, Draco’s fingers speeding up on your clit.

“Such a greedy fucking slut…- cum around my cock then,” Draco grunted, voice strained as he neared his release.

Your legs shook and your body stiffened as you tumbled over the edge, pushed by Draco’s hard thrusts into you. Your knees buckled, but his grip on you kept you up against him, your chest pushed into the wall.

“Can’t even stand by yourself, ‘s fucking pathetic,” Draco growled, his grip on you tight.

With a few more thrusts Draco stilled, filling you up, letting out an outright pornographic groan.

You tried catching your breath, eyes closed and mind fogging like a windshield. It crept its way up your body, filling your mind with static, leaving you unable to focus on anything but Draco and his cock still within you.

He gave your parted lips a peck before patting your cheek and pulling out; a whimper was pulled from your lips, your body stiff in place. Draco moved your panties back over your cunt, keeping in your mixed releases, patting your bum.

“That should keep you in check,” he murmured with a smirk, pleased to watch you speechless, struggling on shaky legs to turn around.

He tucked himself away, giving you a quick look before he left.

You were so confused and out of it, heart stinging as you watched the door close behind him - you felt so useless and used.

.

The static never left, it trailed after you, making everything impossible to hear. A couple of your friends had tried talking to you, but nothing could break you out of the mindset you were in; your friends didn’t think much of it, you just seemed distracted, your eyes slightly out of focus. You didn’t see Draco for most of the day. Your mind was fuzzy, but all of his words still played on repeat, plus a nagging voice that told you, that you needed to find him, to be close to him - you craved him.

Draco watched you, books in your grasp as you made your way down the same corridor as before. You hadn’t seen him, you looked lost and confused, walking without a real destination. Draco smirked slightly, even if confusion did spark within him; you hadn’t even looked at him or acknowledged him, he knew that you were supposed to hate each other, but that didn’t mean ignoring each other.

As your figure grew closer, he moved slightly onto the opposite side of the hallway, so when you eventually went to pass one another he bumped purposely into you. What he didn’t expect was with so much static rummaging through your mind your balance wasn’t fully functional and you lost your footing. The books you held scattered around you as you landed on the ground with a ‘thud’. Your eyes widened and you looked around confused, that was until your eyes landed on Draco, stopped in his tracks, his eyes as wide as yours. At this particular moment, your brain couldn’t piece together why he would be so mean to you, your emotions running at an all-time high.

Draco internally panicked as he saw the tears well up in your eyes, your chin wobbling as you curled in on yourself. Luckily the hallway had been relatively empty, except for the odd student here and there, but that didn’t stop him from quickly walking to your side, crouching down to where you sat on the ground.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, instantly recognizing the out of focus look in your eyes, cursing himself for not noticing it before.

You sniffled, looking away from his face, “you’re mean.”

Draco let out a sigh, collecting the books around you and dumping them in his bag, “I know, darling… I know.”

The tears flowed freely down the apples of your cheeks, running down your neck wetting the top of your school shirt. Draco picked up your bag along with his own, hooking his hands under your arms to help you stand.

“Let’s go, love,” Draco said softly, snaking his hand around your waist to lead you toward the dungeon, to his dorm.

You pouted, but followed along with him, ignoring the weird stares you got from your fellow students.

“You’re so mean to me,” you whimpered meekly.

Draco squeezed your waist, holding in a chuckle, “I’m sorry…- but, darling, you’re just as mean.”

You gasped, tears welling up in your eyes once more, “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to.”

“No need for tears, princess.”

He shut the door to his dorm, leading you over to his bed, letting you sit before kneeling in front of you, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“We’re always mean to each other… - it’s just for fun,” Draco explained, trying to ease your mind.

You shook your head, “no, I hate it when you’re mean to me…- I just wanna be good for you.”

“Oh, darling girl, you were so good for me,” Draco said, a sympathetic look on his face as he helped your stand.

“- let’s take a bath, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him lead you to the bathroom. You sat on the countertop in silence, watching as Draco filled the tub, putting expensive bath salts and soaps in the warm water.

He helped strip you of your clothing, touching you with gentle hands; his hands trailed up your sides, touching you as if you were made of glass, ready to shatter in his hands any second.

You let out a soft whine as you descended into the tub, the warm water scolding on your cold skin, “ow, too hot, daddy.”

“Shh, baby…- just gotta get used to it,” Draco shushed as he helped lower you until you were properly seated.

You sat silently as Draco washed your hair and body, making sure you were clean and taken care of. You could feel the staticky fuzz in your brain starting to clear, a warm feeling spreading through you as you watched Draco care for you. He went to fetch you a glass of water, making sure you finished the whole thing, smiling proudly as you did.

He stood with a towel open for you, wrapping it around your body, hugging you close. You shut your eyes, breathing in his scent, letting him dry and warm your body.

Draco led you back to his room, finding you a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts, dressing you carefully.

His hands cupped your face, forcing your gaze upon him. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign that you were still out of it.

“You tired, baby?” he whispered.

You nodded the best you could with your face in his grasp. Draco hummed in acknowledgement, leading you to his bed, drawing the covers for him to get under, pulling you with him. He laid you almost completely on top of his chest, rubbing your back as he felt you relax against him.

“Thank you, Draco,” you whispered.

Draco chuckled lightly, “it’s no problem…- do you always get all fuzzy after sex?”

“I-I…- I wouldn’t know,” you mumbled.

Draco’s movements on your back stopped, his hand frozen in place as he processed your words. He could feel his heart cracking in his chest as he came to the realization; you let him use you, take you.

“What?” Draco asked lowly, using his free hand to angle your face up, forcing you to meet his eye.

“You… Uhm… today was m-my first time.”

The confirmation fully shattered his heart, his eyes softened, but he was lost for words, just staring at you in disbelief.

“It’s okay, Draco,” you reassured, but he shook his head.

“No, it’s not… I’m sorry, it’s not supposed to be like that… if I would’ve known I wouldn’t have done it like that… you- you deserve better than that… better than a filthy broom cupboard,” Draco stuttered, rambling and tripping over his words, guilt swimming in his gut.

You grasped his hand that held your cheek, giving it a small squeeze, “but at least it was you,” you smiled softly.

Draco’s heart melted, confused by your words, yet they made perfect sense.

“Darling girl,” he cooed, stroking your cheek softly as thoughts raced through his mind.

It looked like he was thinking things over, finally coming to a decision before leaning his head down to connect your lips, much to your surprise. You let out a sigh as you relaxed into the kiss; the kiss was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the last time. Draco’s lips moved gently against yours, treating you with the utmost care. His tongue slid into your mouth, moving with yours softly. He grasped your waist to pull you fully on top of him to straddle his hips.

“Let me take care of you,” Draco whispered breathily against your lips.

“Okay,” you nodded, holding onto his shoulder as he held your hips.

He reconnected your lips, using his grip on your hips to help move you, grinding you against him. You let out a shaky breath into his mouth, a small whine tore from your throat as the friction cursed through your body.

“There we go, baby,” he praised, his grip tightening, moving you faster.

In one swift motion, he had flipped you around, laying on top of you between your legs, grinding his hips into yours.

Draco’s hands slid along your body, stopping at the hem of your t-shirt, sliding it off you with skilled hands.

The shirt slid off your figure and just a minute later his boxers you were wearing joined, strewn on the floor carelessly as Draco’s hands kept exploring every inch of your body. His touch left tingles in their wake and you couldn’t help the small whines that escaped your lips, desperate for him to touch you more, to feel you.

He took his time, kissing your face, your neck and down your body slowly, worshipping every inch of you.

You whined when he gently kissed the inside of your thighs, the anticipation built up in you and he smirked, his chest swelling with pride at the state of you.

“Just relax, sweetheart… gonna make you feel good,” he mumbled softly before he attached his mouth to your weeping cunt.

Your whole body twitched back arching and a long moan tore from deep within your chest. You curled your fingers into the green sheets that adorned Draco’s four-poster bed, his tongue lapping away, producing wet sounds echoing throughout the prefects' dorm.

“Mmm, Draco, feels so good,” you whimpered.

Draco kept his eyes on your face, enjoying the way your eyes shut in pleasure and your mouth stood slightly agape. He smirked as your hips started grinding against his mouth, the pleasurable peak building up in your abdomen.

“Tastes so good, sweetheart,” he replied, voice muffled by your cunt.

His fingers dug into your hips, caressing them with his thumps softly as he let you grind against him; your movements turned more frantic and less rhythmic the closer you came to your release.

You couldn’t have held back if you tried, Draco’s tongue on your clit was what pushed you over the edge. Your right hand gripped Draco’s, squeezing it as you came. He used his tongue to work you through your release, revelling in the way you tensed and your body shook from the stimulation.

Draco parted with your cunt, a smile on his face as he wiped the slick from his chin with his free hand, cleaning it off his fingers with a smack of his lips.

He crawled over you, moving your hand with his to lay beside your head, leaning down to peck your lips.

“Think you can take one more, princess?”

You nodded, using your free hand to caress his cheek, leaving a gentle smile on his face.

“Good girl,” he hummed.

He quickly kicked off his boxers, only disconnecting your hands for a moment to remove his shirt before it was interlaced with yours once more.

Before he prepared himself to push into you, he grabbed a pillow from the headboard, tapping your hips for you to lift, placing the pillow under you. He smiled a pleased smile, checking that you were comfortable before he gently ran his tip through your folds, using your arousal as lubrication.

You both let out simultaneous gasps as he pushed in, the pleasure much better than before, but a slight burn still lingered from the stretch. You whined at the intrusion, your eyes shutting.

“Hey hey, sweetheart, look at me… good job… kiss me,” Draco soothed, leaning down to connect your lips to distract you from the slight discomfort - something he wished he’d done before.

You squeezed his hand and whimpered into the kiss, letting the pain turn to pleasure as Draco bottomed out in you, stilling for you to adjust.

After your nod of consent, he began moving his hips, thrusting into you with care and determination.

“Pretty angel,” he whispered, face hovering above yours.

You only moaned softly in response, your brain shutting down, the only thing occupying your thoughts being the feel of Draco’s cock dragging against the walls of your cunt.

Draco’s pubic bone dragged against your already sensitive clit, leaving your brain numb with the pleasure from the overstimulation.

The level of your noises increased with every snap of his hips against yours and your eyes fluttered, yet you desperately tried to keep them open.

“You’re close, baby…- just let go, cum for me,” Draco spoke softly, squeezing your hand and leaning down to meet your lips in a loving kiss.

You tried reciprocating the kiss as best as you could, interrupted now and again by a moan. It only took a couple of more strokes for you to fall over the edge, your free hand reaching up to grasp Draco’s bicep; your nails dug into his flesh as your body tensed, squeezing around his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Draco,” you moaned and whimpered, lips brushing against his.

Draco smiled, his thrusts faster, seconds away from reaching his peak, “gonna cum.”

You whimpered, squeezing Draco’s hand, “please, inside me… need it.”

Draco chuckled lowly, releasing a grunt as he reconnected your lips. You moaned, feeling warmth fill you, Draco’s hips stilled flush against yours. You could’ve cum again just listening to the deep moaning grunts he produced, his body close and connected with yours as if you would disappear if he didn’t stay close.

“I’m sorry,” he panted, voice just above a whisper.

You pecked his lips, moving your free hand up to caress his face, “it’s okay, Draco.”

He watched you, his face twisted as he was considering something, hesitating.

“You hate it when I’m mean to you?”

You were slightly taken aback by the question, his softening cock still inside you.

You nodded softly, “but it was the only way to get you to talk to me…- or notice me,” you blushed, embarrassed by your confession.

Draco’s face softened, even more, something unreadable flashing in his eyes, “pretty baby, that’s not true,” he cooed.

You smiled softly, “maybe we can talk about this when you’re not still inside me.”

Draco laughed, a genuine laugh, “of course, darling… let’s get you cleaned up.”

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