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draco-needs-a-hug · 4 months

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AU where Draco sees Snape as more of a Parental Figure to him than either Lucius or Narcissa:

Consider, for a moment, a HP AU where the twins somehow get their hands on a magic potion/spell/etc that causes a very brief but very extreme burst of panic and mortal terror so severe that anyone who experiences it will immediately cry out for their parents—something which the twins were more than glad to share with their friends and classmates before gleefully remarking, "wonder who the ferret will call out for, mummy or daddy?"

"Of course," they add, glancing at Harry and Neville, "that's not the case for everyone; really, it's whoever mainly raised you or who you see the most as a parental figure." So Neville would likely call out for his Gran, and Harry... Well. Maybe Molly Weasley or Sirius Black? Maybe even Remus Lupin or Minerva McGonagall. Who knows.

But Draco Malfoy? Well, it's obvious, isn't it? Surely "daddy" and maybe "mummy" as well.

Or so they thought, but that's not at all what happens...

When Malfoy is hit with the spell or doused with the potion or whatever...his immediate reaction is to scream Sebby.

...Who the hell is "Sebby"?

The answer comes soon enough when Snape and McGonagall and maybe a few others come swooping in to see what all the panic is about, Severus Snape himself looking particularly panicked. When Draco calls out "Sebby" again, terrified and shaking, Snape pales drastically and throws himself onto the floor beside Draco, gathering him up in his arms and immediately interrogating him and all those around to tell him what in Merlin's name happened here?!

Sebby. Sevvy. Severus.

Holy shit.

Here's what they don't know: Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are shit parents, if you can even call them that. The second Draco was born they foisted him off onto the House Elves to take care of, and only interacted with him when necessary—attending fancy dinners and events and such.

The House Elves were to feed him, clean him, teach him—everything that a parent is normally supposed to do. And Severus? Oh, Severus...

As Draco's Godfather Severus Snape felt obligated to at least get to know the kid a bit, only to be absolutely horrified at the neglect and lack of care. Snape never wanted or planned on becoming a father but goddammit you cannot just foist a child off onto your magical little slaves to deal with.

And that's how Severus Snape wound up becoming a father completely against his will, regularly visiting the Malfoy Manor nearly every day to take care of and teach little Draco—something which the boy's actual parents were completely oblivious to, considering they never pay a lick of attention to their own kid anyway.

And as for the name "Sebby"? Simply put, little baby Draco couldn't exactly pronounce the v in Severus and it's not like he was going to have his little baby godson address him by his surname. So, Severus became Sevvy became Sebby, a name which Draco winds up associating far more with warmth and love and safety than words like mummy or daddy.

#draco malfoy needs a hug #draco malfoy #severus snape #harry potter #hp fanfic #fanfic #fic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction

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the-francakes · 2 years

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WIP Snippet

Morning! I was tagged by @lumosatnight for a lil WIP snip (thanks my kitkat pal!) This is from my @hp-bodiceripper fic that will be posted sometime in August I think... I’ve lost track of my fests. It’s a angsty drarry romance where Draco is in his feels A LOT. very big on the #DracoMalfoyNeedsAHug and #DracoMalfoyisBadatFeelings tags.

tagging @shastuhh @bifactional-disaster @simplifiedemotions @frenchpresswriter @aauroraluna and @a-maidens-fantasy to join the fun if you’re working on anything you’d like to share- no pressure tho!

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THE (THIRD) WORST YEAR

“You don’t have to do that,” Draco murmured, “it won’t matter in a year anyways.”

“Why? What’s happening in a year?” Potter asked, perking up and sitting a bit taller. His hair even seemed to perk up. It was such a Potter thing, curious at every clue and ready to learn a whole new world of information.

It was cute when it wasn’t about Draco’s business.

Draco realized his fault and closed in on himself. He swallowed and looked down at his hands, pale and scared from when he covered his face from the chandelier crashing. He fiddled with his signet ring.

“Nothing that’ll make the news,” he finally shrugged.

If he’d looked up, he would have seen concern and worry crossing Potter’s features. He would have seen the brunette fumble for something to say, opening his mouth once, twice, and a third time with words of support but failing to find the right ones.

If he looked up, maybe he’d know he wasn’t so alone in his feelings.

But, unfortunately, Draco didn’t.

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco malfoy x harry potter #post-hogwarts #Draco Malfoy Needs A Hug #Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings #hp-bodiceripper

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albondiguilla007 · 22 days

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Harry meets the Mauraders fanfic recs

Ok, so this list was born after I read the beautiful fic called The Devil’s White Knight. It’s about Harry traveling to an alternative universe where Voldemort was killed in his youth, where his parents are alive and his whole life played out differently. He still has his memories though, and a whole lot of trauma, so he goes through a journey of getting to know a family that loves him unconditionally while struggling with everything else.

I was obsessed to say the least. I started looking for similar fics that gave me the same feelings and that explored Harry’s trauma and power as the key to Voldemort’s defeat, and how he fit into his new life. Thse are some I enjoyed a lot.

- [ ] Devils White Knight: 65k, complete: Please give it a try. https://archiveofourown.org/works/6854605/chapters/15646567

- [ ] To make it better: 175k, incomplete: It’s Drarry, Wolfstar and Jegulus. How beautiful is that? It explores Harry’s mental health and his alcohol addiction post war. Honestly breathtaking. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39312627/chapters/98377947

- [ ] In Another Life (I would make you stay): The Potters are from Pakistan. Harry’s alter ego stays in his mind like an annoying Jiminy Cricket. He has a little brother. 112k, complete: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19903207/chapters/47142952

- [ ] Across the Universe: 3k one shot told from James’ point of view. It’s a shame its not longer, this one hits all those sweet spots for me. https://m.fanfiction.net/s/4180686/1/Across-the-Universe

- [ ] To be Human: 80k, incomplete: In the middle of Bill and Fleur’s wedding Harry is called into another dimension by suspicious forces. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47583439/chapters/119924326

- [ ] Potter by any other name: 85k, complete: After the war Auror Harry gets in the middle of an attack on Diagon Alley and suddenly appears in front of Auror Mad-Eye Moody and Auror James Potter. He lies about his name and decides to help them. The family feels were strong on this one. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39836340/chapters/99738360

- [ ] The Incalculable Power: 76k, incomplete: So so so SO good, Draco and Harry travel back in time to the Marauder’s time in Hogwarts. They are intrigued by the new transfer students. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28632333/chapters/70181604

- [ ] Stunning Shifts: 106k, incomplete: During a publicity stunt, Harry and five others are sent to another world where a well timed Stupefy made all the difference. As Harry looks for his peers and a way home, another Harry investigates the odd arrival of his doppelganger. https://archiveofourown.org/works/552828/chapters/985108

- [ ] You’re somebody else: 54k, incomplete: Harry escapes Malfoy Manor and appears in the middle of the Potter’s home. He is freaked out to say the least. https://archiveofourown.org/works/36528937/chapters/91094224

Let me know if you’re intersted in more recommendations! I’ve been reading a few similar fics.

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babooshkart · 1 year

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“Yeah?” is all Harry asks, and it’s the sun caught on his tongue, stars spilling from his fingertips.

“Yes. Always yes, for you,” Draco says as he brings them to the end of their dance, and they stand fixed in the middle of the library, surrounded by the beautiful things they’ve created together.

all the stars in the sky by @softlystarstruck (1.2k, rated G)

happy birthday, my dear sweet friend💕

#bee i love you more than i can possibly say #and i hope you have such a glorious birthday #and I'm sending you a big squishy hug #everyone needs to read this and feel Domestic and Wonderful #drarry #drarry fanart #hp fanart #harry potter fanart #draco malfoy #harry potter #my art #draco malfoy fanart #drarry fic rec #domestic drarry #hpdm #drarry squad #art for fic #softlystarstruck

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keishara-korianthil · 3 months

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Multifandom Villains #3

These villains deserved better and I don't accept objections

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pickinglilahs · 9 months

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Okay. But. Hear me out

Harry finding Draco in the bathroom crying and raising his hands instead of his wand

Draco, seeing he wasn't about to be attacked and collapsing to the floor to continue sobbing

Harry, hands still raised, approaching as if Draco was a wild animal he didn't want to spook

Harry getting on his knees and holding his hand out to the crying boy

Draco, going to shove his hand away, but over extending, overbalancing, and grabbing onto it instead

Harry jerking him forward

Draco landing against his chest

Harry wrapping him in his arms, murmuring comfort into Draco's ear

Draco, intending to push Harry away, but unable to do anything but clinging to him

Harry, not knowing what's wrong, but promising to get him out

Out of that house, out of whatever he was being forced to do, out of the war unscathed

Draco, frustrated, pulling back and confessing his orders to kill Dumbledore

Harry, knowing Draco wouldn't be this upset if he really wanted to do it, promising again to get him out

Draco lamenting that he couldn't leave his mother

Harry promising to get her out too, fake both their deaths, hide them away

Draco's tears turning to relief and hope

#hpdm #drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #headcanon #drarry headcanon #draco redemption arc #draco needs a hug

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fantasyfictionary · 2 years

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Fred: Which is the best thing of the day?

Ron: Easy, eating food!

Hermione: Reading in peace

Harry: ...

George: What about you Harry?

Harry: The realization at night of being able to see another day

Everyone: ...

Fred: Harry are you okey?

Harry: I'm fine :)

Draco: Damn Potter. I was going to say Snape taking points from Gryffindor.

#harry potter #original idea #original work #fanfic #harry needs a hug #hermione granger #ron weasley #fred and goerge weasley #draco malfoy #trauma #harry potter ptsd

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accio-sriracha · 5 months

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Oh, to be free.

By: Draco Malfoy

~~~♤~~~

Oh, to shed this name like an old cloak, discarded, a hand-me-down from my father I was never meant to wear. To leave this name behind, gratefully traveling the cold without protection if it means never having to touch that cloak again.

If each tear I cry could be a memory, the pain of the past falling away, dripping off the edge of my jaw and disappearing onto this bathroom tile. If I could cry for hours, maybe I would finally feel light enough to stand, without the tears of the past holding me down, the river of my childhood and all that I have experienced.

If only these eyes could unsee the damage I've caused, if I blink enough, maybe I could wipe away my failures and throw my faults into the darkness. Maybe I would be able to unsee the looks on their faces or the pale hue of their loved one's skin.

Oh to be young and naive, to be untouched by death's hand, to be true and kind and unfailingly loyal, unaware of the hatred in the world, unaware of the war, of the anger.

Oh, to be born in another life, another family, another set of eyes, someone kinder, braver, smarter than I ever was.

To be anyone but myself, anyone but the man who stands before me in this shattered mirror, tears falling from his haunted eyes, blood dried on his calloused hands, the name on his worn cloak dark and familiar.

Oh, to be a child who had a choice, a child who could live in a world unruled by fear, uncontrolled and understanding of the darkness that lay within this old cloak.

Oh, to be free of this burden of life.

~~~♤~~~

#if draco malfoy were a poet #poet draco malfoy #writer draco malfoy #hes doing his best #draco malfoy #harry potter #incorrect draco malfoy quotes #hes just a boy #a literal child #hes been through so much #he needs a hug

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bluestringpudding · 8 months

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How Did We Get Here? Chapter 30!

In which Hermione goes to Narcissa for help.

Summary:

Draco Malfoy was perfectly happy living as a Muggle, thanks very much. He had escaped the expectations that had dogged him for the first part of his life, and built something for himself that he was (mostly) proud of.

Unfortunately, his father had always had a knack of ruining things for him.

#hp fanfcition #draco malfoy #hermione granger #dramione #draco malfoy x hermione granger #draco/hermione #draco malfoy needs a hug #draco in the muggle word

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draco-needs-a-hug · 4 months

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Sickly Draco AU

Narcissa had always been fairly sickly, but things took a turn for the worse when she was pregnant with Draco; she barely survived the pregnancy and afterwards the Healers warned her and Lucius that there was no way she would survive another one.

Lucius was severely displeased by this news—not because he wanted more than one child, but because the child he had been given was even more sickly than Narcissa herself.

Draco was so sickly that Lucius wound up brokering a deal with the Crabbe and Goyle patriarchs to have their similarly aged children serve as bodyguards, looking out for delicate, frail little Draco—not because Lucius cared for him or his safety, but because if he died Lucius would have to find a new wife to have a new heir, and his and Narcissa's marriage was an arranged one; the contract could, theoretically, be broken—but the cost...

Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle were raised to go wherever Draco Malfoy went, guarding him, watching over him, and always carrying with them emergency medical potions to use on Draco should he need them.

Of course, the reason for them always guarding Draco was kept a tightly guarded secret—most people assumed that Draco was a coward who was all bark and no bite and needed them as muscle to back him up, either because he knew he wouldn't be able to intimidate people by himself or because he was too cowardly to do so on his own.

Better an arrogant coward than a pathetic, weak, sickly little thing, Lucius would say.

Crabbe and Goyle meanwhile were not remiss in their duties and took them very seriously—just like an elder sibling raised being told that it was their duty as the eldest to take care of their younger siblings, Vincent and Gregory were raised with the knowledge that Draco's health and safety was their responsibility, and they took that very seriously.

Anytime Draco showed signs of feeling dizzy or faint they would fall into action, finding excuses for him to sit and rest, supplying him with Pepperup Potions when he began to lag, casting warming spells on him when they caught him shivering—if being a Death Eater didn't work out, they had a future as a truly exceptional live-in nurse or caretaker.

But, back to the point...

The Malfoys, with the help of the Crabbes and Goyles, went to great lengths to hide the extent of Draco's illness. It was impossible to entirely hide how he would get sick every year in the winter like clockwork, but they worked hard to hide just how ill he would get, as well as the fact that he was already in a horrible, frail state year round.

It gets even harder once he begins attending Hogwarts, but thankfully he has Crabbe and Goyle around to help him out.

Until...

Something goes wrong.

Maybe it's in their Third Year when they go to Hogsmeade and Harry scares them with the help of his invisibility cloak, causing them to wind up separated whilst far from Hogwarts, in the freezing snow.

Or, maybe it's in their Second Year when Harry and Ron use Polyjuice Potion to secretly take Crabbe and Goyle's place, unknowingly leaving Draco defenseless and without his supply of medical potions.

Or maybe it's in their Fifth Year when Umbridge confiscates their supply thinking it contraband or something equally nefarious and illegal.

Or maybe it's in their Sixth Year when the stress of it all finally becomes too much and hits the tipping point causing Draco to suddenly collapse in the middle of the Great Hall.

Or maybe it's all of the above.

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fanfic-lover-girl · 7 months

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Penultimate chapter!

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy fanfiction #harry potter fanfiction #malfoy family #draco needs a hug

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ghostfacd · 5 months

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SASSY MEN DO IT BETTER! | TOM BLYTH

PAIRING. tom blyth x fem!actress!reader

SUMMARY. in which yours and tom’s behind the scenes gossip session goes viral and everyone’s dying to know who’s it about

AUTHOR’S NOTE. thank you to whomever requested this, nonnie i love you! this was so much fun to write and instead of Instagram posts, I decided to do tweets this time! enjoy as always and thank you for the overwhelming support on my au, it means so so much

installment of this au (recommend reading for context)

It started off innocent.

Just you and Tom in the background of a Behind The Scenes video where Rachel was currently talking about her character, Lucy Gray Baird.

You and Tom were fairly close in proximity—as you always were anyway—and you two were scrolling through your phones, showing each other funny videos or pictures of beautiful places that showed up on your feed.

That was until a message popped up from your ex, some jerk who had somehow gained a role in a movie and thought he was now some hotshot in the film industry.

“Oh seriously,” Tom mutters, watching as you tapped on the messages your ex had sent you. “He’s got to be kidding.”

Your ex had apparently “missed you greatly” and wanted to hang out so you two could catch up. He said he watched The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes and was in awe of how well you acted. If he wasn’t such a toxic asshole when you two were dating, you would take it as a compliment.

“I don’t know where he has the nerve.” Tom says, giving you a disgusted look. “Like girl, please.”

“Girl please?” You say, giggling as your head fell back into his chest. “Baby, I didn’t know you said things like that.”

“There’s plenty of more where that came from,” he says, “Okay, I need to stop. What if someone on set thinks I’m crazy?”

“They already think you’re crazy.”

Tom rolls his eyes, shoving your shoulder back slightly. “You’re lucky you’re my girlfriend.”

“I think you’re more of the girlfriend in the relationship Tom,” you say, shrugging. You fail to hold in your laugh as you watch Tom’s expression turn into shock. “I’m kidding, thank you for being the best boyfriend I can ask for.”

He grumbles a sure whatever under his breath when you engulf him in a tight hug.

“You’re practically crushing my lungs.” He says a minute in, only to be responded with a roll of your eye. “But hey, I’m much better than that newbie actor ex of yours, right?”

“Is that even a question?” You say, pulling away. “He was just nonchalant and mean to me half of the time. Don’t know why I even dated him.”

Your phone goes off, another message coming from your ex. “Oh, he called you knock off Draco Malfoy, which by the way, isn’t even an insult because he doesn’t even come close to you or Draco Malfoy in terms of looks.”

Tom lets out an honest to God laugh at your commentary, shaking his head in amusement. “Yeah, but didn’t you have a huge crush on Malfoy as a kid?”

You pretend to think for a minute before nodding your head teasingly, “yeah, I guess things never change huh?”

“Okay stop, you know I’m a fake blonde.”

And the entire moment between you and Tom is captured on camera, sending your fans into a frenzy as they watched how cute you two were with each other.

#coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow angst #coriolanus snow smut #coriolanus snow imagine #coriolanus snow fanfiction #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus snow x you #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the hunger games x reader #the hunger games

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august126 · 7 months

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enemies with benefits

draco malfoy x female weasley reader

warnings: Hate Sex,Nicknames,Rivals With Benefits,Name-Calling,Insults,Nipple Play, and Nipple Licking

a/n:This is my first attempt at fanfiction so please be kind.and I tried with my grammar so be gentle.

"Oh fuck, yes! y/n feet were lanted on the mattress next to Draco's hips, leaning back so his cock would slide all the way down to the base, press all the way to the back of her cunt.

She rode him so hard, arms wrapped around his neck for leverage, bucking against him almost violently.

Throat and cheeks red, sweat beading between her tits, sweet sounds spilling from her lips — Gods, it was like she was using him.

“That’s it, Red, take what you need,” Draco groaned, leaning forward mouthing her cute tits, swirling his tongue around one nipple and then switching the other.

“Stop calling — oh fuck, just like that, Malfoy! Damn it, stop calling me Red !”

Draco released her nipple with a wet pop, pretty pink and shining with his spit.

“Hm, what would you prefer then? Bitch? Whore? Slut?”

“Fuck you, Malfoy!” she spat, nails sharp against his skin as she ground down on his cock viciously.

“You already are, Red,” Draco drawled, feeling her pussy squeeze around him.

She never commented on the nickname, but her body couldn’t lie to him.

“You’re dripping all over me, Red. You wanted to fuck so bad, hm? Needed my cock that much?

Draco slid his hand from her waist over her mound, pressing his thumb against her clit, letting her movements brush it against his thumb.

"Oh, oh my — ngh!" She was mindless. Whines and whimpers, eyes closed, brow furrowed in concentration as she smacked her ass against his thighs, riding him like a toy.

It was deliciously hot, watching her lost in lust — but annoying how she chose to ignore his taunts.

“weasley .” His voice was low and harsh as he pinched her clit lightly.

y/n squealed, her hips jumping up, pulling half his cock out of her and she glared at him.

“Malfoy, you rotten bastard!” She seethed, “I was so close!”

“Oh, Red.” Draco pressed her hips down, forcing her to take his cock until their thighs touched. y/n was already panting, the edge in her eyes softening, her teeth plucking against the edge of her bottom lip as she started using her feet to rock back and forth against his cock. “You know better than to ignore me. That is, if you’d like to come.”

y/n froze, with her mouth parted for a moment, Draco smirking back at her.

And then she exploded, Weasley temper at full force.

“Who the hell do you think you are, Malfoy? You think just because you’re a little bit good at fucking, I have to answer you?! You aren’t shi — oh my Gods!”

Draco started fucking up into her, y/n hips automatic, meeting him thrust for thrust as she whimpered and moaned. Hot anger replaced with need as she bounced on his cock.

Draco hugged her body close, y/n wrapping her legs around his back now, as he used the give of the mattress to thrust up. Draco pressed his mouth against her neck, licking roughly and swallowing down the sweat.

“Yes, Merlin, yes, keep doing that, Draco,” her voice was light and breathy — so different from her usual tone, it was erotic in how sweet it was.

Draco groaned into her neck before using teeth, biting down just hard enough that y/n began squirming in his lap.

“Oh, oh.”

“You love that, don’t you, Red? When it’s a little rough like that?” Draco kissed the bruises he left on her neck, y/n thighs trembling against his own. She was so close, wet and fluttering around his cock.

y/n moved her hands from his neck, tangling in Draco's hair, pushing his head down back to her tits. Draco didn't fight her, kissing and sucking on her nipples, leaving them swollen and red as y/n moaned and ground down on his cock. Nasty, wet sounds echoing in the room from her dripping cunt sliding up and down his length.

“That’s it Red, fuck, squeeze around my cock just like that, love,” Draco murmured against her tits, looking up at y/n who stared back down at him, her eyes almost black with desire. “I can feel your pussy fluttering around me, so close aren’t you? Going to make a mess on my laps and ruin my sheets?”

y/n seemed to be lost for a moment, a beat filled with the sounds of wet cunt, her low moans, and squeaking mattress, until her nails dug painfully into his scalp.

She yanked his head back, glaring down at him once more, even with the haze of need and lust in her eyes. “Don’t. Call. Me. Love.”

Draco’s jaw dropped.

This witch, this fucking bitch!

A low growl spilled from Draco’s lips, bringing his hand up to one of her breasts, pinching and pulling on the nipple, rolling it between his fingers.

“You are beyond infuriating, y/n!” Draco hissed before he took her other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard, hollowing his cheeks, then swirling his tongue against it.

Draco saw the arrogant flash of her teeth, the same sort he remembered from his youth. Her fingers flexed in his hair once more, pressing his face into her breasts, encouraging his abuse of them as she rode on his cock. “I know, ferret. And I know how much it turns you on, too.”

Draco didn’t bother replying, instead biting down, harsh, on y/n nipple, her punishment and her reward. The witch shattering around him with a scream, her luscious cunt squeezing and milking him, until he came too with a groan.

y/n still clutched his head against her chest, both breathing deeply.

“I fucking hate that…ferret.”

y/n released his head, laughing as she leaned back. She ran her hand through her hair, pushing it back off her forehead. “Yeah? And what in Godric’s name are you going to do about it, ferret?”

Draco placed his hand between y/n legs, feather light against her clit, still sensitive. She hissed for a moment before relaxing her hips.

“I suppose I’ll need to fuck you stupid, until the only words that come out of your insolent little mouth are draco malfoy, ” he drawled, fingers circling on her clit now, y/n breath catching.

“A-are you going to keep barking, or actually do something, f-ferret?” y/n bit her lip, keeping a moan at bay and Draco almost laughed at her bravado.

“You’ve asked for it, love.”

And, cock hard once more, he thrust up into That perfect cunt.

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priniya · 8 months

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📸 END UP HERE

synopsis. when a guy keeps harassing his best mate’s cousin, there’s not a single thought on his mind that would make theo feel bad about wanting to beat the shit out of him.

theo nott x lestrange!reader. PLEASE. request more things for theo or mattheo. i’m literally in need.

theo couldn’t remember the exact moment, when his mind filled the urge to hit cormac mclaggen as hard as possible. on second thought, he definitely could.

theo’s been watching you ever since the party started. you were standing in the corner of the room, trying to get as little attention as possible — you wouldn’t even been there if amelia didn’t beg you to be her emotional support, so considering you were the best roommate (and friend) she could imagine, you said yes. maybe it was just the start of mistakes you were supposed to make that night, or so you thought.

you had a tight, dark red dress on you that hugged all your curves in the places it should. your make up just made you stand out from all the girls there, that’s what theo thought when he saw you. of course, you didn’t want to be there, but you couldn’t just pass on an occasion to dress up a bit, since you were going anyway. maybe your clothing choice was another of those mistakes.

nott’s attention was fully on you — a girl tried to hit him up? too bad, because she wasn’t even half as pretty as you were, and he knew you didn’t even try. it became obvious to all his friends that you were… quite a distraction. he would engage in a conversation, trying hard to have his focus on his friends, but then you would do something, and he felt obligated to look at you, but you were clearly oblivious to his gaze averting and coming back every once in a while.

“can you stop eye-fucking my cousin?” draco groaned, leaning on the wall behind them, bringing a cup to his lips, taking a small sip of alcohol. “it’s disgusting.” he added.

draco malfoy was the only reason that kept theodore from getting his hands on you, at least that’s what he would always tell people he bluntly ignored, when you walked into the room he was in. just because draco treated you like a sister, people thought nott would get a hold of his hormones.

but how could he, when you always looked so gorgeous?

“i’m not eye-fucking her, i’m a cultured man.” he said, getting lots of mocking laughs from mattheo and lorenzo (“you? a cultured man? never heard that much bullshit in my life.”). “i’m admir— ouch, c’mon, malfoy.” his fingers massaged the place that the blonde boy punched.

it all happened later that night, when nott was already a little lightheaded from a blunt he was smoking with mattheo. even if he didn’t want to concentrate on you, it was pointless, so he just watched you, shamelessly, being teased for it by his friend at the same time.

he noticed that cormac fucking mclaggen cornered you, and you had no possible chance to run away from him, your eyes scanning the room, looking for help until your gaze landed on theodore’s face, and he knew immediately. you watched him get up from the couchy, mumbling something to riddle before he made his way towards the corner you stood in.

he didn’t even say a thing, the discomfort in your eyes was enough to assume everything. he tapped the gryffindor’s shoulder, quickly throwing his fist forward, and you could’ve swore to god that you had heard bones crushing. theo just grinned mischievously as cormac looked at him a confussed expression, brushing his lip with his thumb.

but nott didn’t stop himself there, starting a fight. while mclaggen’s friends tried to pull the poor gryffindor away from theo, mattheo and enzo just stood behind him, with wide, prideful grins on their faces, shouting once in a while to encourage theo to “crush his skull”. if it wasn’t for blaise, who finally appeared (with amelia right beside him), the fight would go for probably even longer until one of the teachers didn’t interfere.

“stay the fuck away from her, mclaggen.” dark-haired spat at his opponent, the adrenaline running through his veins, so the bruises didn’t hurt at all. not until he was sat by the edge of the bathtub by you, when he realized that his face was throbbing with pain.

“theo.” you whispered, stading right between his legs, trying so hard to focus on patching him up more than the burning sensation of his hand on her hip. hearing the way you said his name almost made him groan — you were so perfect in his eyes that if he manned up, his hands would be everywhere, not just your hip. “could you please lift your head for me?”

there was something so incredibly intimate about that moment. he just fought for you, and instead of getting mad, you were right next to him, cleaning his face and hands off the blood, speaking so softly and touching him with such a gentle manner that theodore thought he died and woke up in heaven.

“i thought you said you wouldn’t be fighting random guys anymore.” you began, brushing his hair back, so you could press the wet towel to his forehead. “was he making you uncomfortable?” he asked, his tone a little raspy.

“well, yeah but–”

“then it wasn’t random.” theo shrugged, and if you two were in different circumstances now, you wouldn’t be able to stop yourself from crashing your lips into his. “he should’ve known that you’re my girl.” he mumbled as his hand slipped down on your thigh, his fingers digging into your soft flesh.

“you looked so good tonight.” he muttered after a minute of silence as you kept trying to concentrate on helping him first. a sigh left his lips as he pulled you a little closer. “i want to rip that dress off you, jesus. what are you doing to me?”

it took him one more swift pull to get you to straddle him. his fingers traced soft circles on your outer thighs as you were silently finishing up your job. your entire body was burning. unfortunately, your face was revealing the effect he had on you, and you hated it, because theo always made it his mission to make you blush as hard as possible.

the thing between you two was… indescribable. you weren’t a couple, but you acted like one, you weren’t friends with benefits, but you weren’t just friends. there were feelings involved and neither of you denied. there were mutual attraction, desire, urgency and neither of you could see themselves with someone else. if soulmates existed, then theodore faustus nott was yours and no one else’s.

“alright.” now, it’s your turn to sigh. you put the towel aside, cupping his cheeks, scanning his face for more bruises to patch up. when you were sure that you treated every single one, you let yourself relax, getting a soft chuckle from theodore. “you worried me, theo.”

he mumbled something under his breath, but you couldn’t pinpoint what it was, since he found his face nuzzling in your neck, leaving small kisses in the spots that he knew would make you shiver. he inhaled the sweet scent of your shampoo and perfume. oh, and did it drive him crazy.

he picked you up, your legs wrapped around his hips as he walked the two of you to his bed, merlin help how weak he felt, but carrying you around was something he did every single time you were at his dorm. theo put you down, letting you get comfortable in his sheets (he bought them, just because you said it looked pretty — so now he had floral themed sheets). on the other hand, he was searching for some clothes you always wear, so you wouldn’t suffer in a tight dress.

maybe he never directly said he loved you, but his actions and behaviour towards you was enough to tell you he did.

you’ve changed into clothes he gave you, allowing your… situationship to help you unzip your bra, and you fell down on his bed. it took you a brief moment to realise that you were still in your goddamn makeup. a long sigh escaped from between your lips. theo’s face lit up with confusion, although he understood why you were lazily getting up from his bed.

“you don’t have to go back.” he smirked, looking you up and down, admiring how gorgeous you looked in his shirt, pictures of him ripping it off you started playing in his head. god, the things he’d like to do to you right now. “i hated how you complained about your makeup stuff. bottom drawer is all yours. everything you need.”

and to be honest, you almost cried upon seeing what he prepared for you. any possible kinds of makeup remover (creams, lotions, gels), tissues, pads and tampons, cotton balls, all those products that he noticed you used for your hair and skin-care essentials, he even stocked your favourite shampoo that you told him wasn’t produced anymore. there were even the same exact products you used to put on your makeup, perfect matched foundation shade, all kinds of eyeshadow palettes you liked, lipsticks, chapsticks, lipglosses, even the glitter and gems you used for yule ball once.

“theodore faustus nott, you are so incredibly pussy whipped, i’m shocked it’s possible.” your laughs filled his chamber, when you got back from the bathroom. “at the same time, it’s so attractive that you bought all of that for me.”

“shut up, lestrange.” he rolled his eyes, his hand wrapping around your leg, pulling you onto him. “i would kill for you if you asked.” he mumbled against your skin, leaving a trail of kisses from your jawline down to collarbone.

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NB!Harry (Drarry) Ch 13

AO3 link, Chapter 1 Ch 12, Ch 14 This one is very sweet but we'll be back to our reguluslyregularly scheduled smut in the next chapter.

Haze wasn't quite sure what had awoken them, but the disturbance, whatever it was, had ruined a lovely dream... that they could no longer remember.

Upset at the loss, Haze had just decided to sink back into sleep when the whole bed shook.

Haze tried to bolt upright, to reach for their wand, but couldn't.

They were being pinned to the bed by a strong arm around their waist.

Oh.

Oh!

"Draco."

Haze shifted so they were facing the still-sleeping boy. His whole body was shaking now, eyes clamped shut. Not a sound left him.

"Draco, wake up. It's just a nightmare. You're safe."

Haze carded their fingers through Draco's sweat-damp hair, brushing it away from his face.

Draco's eyes snapped open, wide and unseeing. At the sight of another person so close, he threw himself backward off the bed, smacking his head on the nightstand on the way down.

"Draco!"

Haze lunged across the bed after him. Leaning over the side, they could just make out Draco's shaking form curling in on itself.

Since Draco clearly hadn't recognized them, Haze thought it best to proceed with caution. They considered grabbing their Walkman, but they would have to get close to him to put the headset on. Not knowing if it was touch or proximity that had caused the reaction, Haze tried to think of something else that could help.

With a stroke of genius, Haze summoned their patronus. The glowing phoenix burst from their chest and circled the room. After two great loops, the bird settled on the floor in front of Draco.

It cocked its head and nudged its unsubstantial beak against the arm Draco had curled around his head.

Though he couldn't feel it, Draco shifted at the bird's movement. Peeking out, he stared at the bird as it settled closer to him. Draco could only stare as the bird bent to nudge him again. After a long moment, Draco gradually uncurled one arm from his head and reached hesitantly for the glowing specter.

Though his fingers passed straight through, Draco seemed comforted by the phoenix. Relieved that the patronus hadn't been the wrong move, Haze settled down quietly on the bed, content to watch until he was ready.

Draco heard Haze move above him, but shame kept the boy in place. He should have known his nightmares would follow him here. It had been stupid to think otherwise. And the way he had thrown himself away... Haze probably thought he hated them now. They probably hated him.

And yet...

They had conjured their patronus for him. Haze seemed to understand his current aversion to touch and wasn't trying to get closer.

That, more than anything, pulled Draco from the last lingering claws of his nightmare. Slowly relaxing his limbs, Draco uncurled and sat up, rubbing at the lump forming on the back of his head.

Still, Haze didn't move. Draco could feel their eyes watching him, as if they wanted to say something, but were unsure of how he would react.

"Thank you," Voice rough and quiet, Draco addressed the bird as much as Haze.

He put his back against the bed, drawing his knees up and resting his arms atop. Tilting his head back against the mattress, he could feel Haze's presence behind him.

Not touching, but close enough to feel their warmth, Draco took another second to compose himself.

The phoenix cocked its head at him, the soft light driving away the shadows.

Taking the thanks as an invitation to speak, Haze asked softly, "How's your head?"

A smile pulled at Draco's lips. "I'll live." Rolling his head sideways, he found himself nose-to-nose with Haze.

His heart leapt to his throat at the proximity, though he quickly tamped it down. Even so, Haze shifted back a touch, giving him room.

Draco almost cried in relief and gratitude.

I love you.

"Do you want to lay back down?"

Haze still wanted him in their bed.

...or they were just being nice.

Though he was tempted, Draco shook his head, still looking at Haze. He couldn't risk falling back asleep just yet.

Voice still small, he added, "Sorry for waking you."

Haze snorted. They still couldn't recall their dream, but they had a feeling they knew what it had been about. "You should be. I was having the loveliest dream about this beautiful blond." They gave a fake, wistful sigh, unable to contain their teasing smile.

Draco blinked at them. Haze was teasing him; the grip on his heart released and Draco felt like he was flying.

Merlin, I love you. "A beautiful blond huh?"

"Mmmhm." Unable to contain their smile now, Haze added, "And he had the most stunning silver eyes."

"A boy with blond hair and silver eyes? Why Haze, were you cheating on me in a dream?" Draco was smiling now too, one teasing eyebrow raised. He wasn't sure how well Haze could see him without their glasses, but his tone made up for it in spades.

Haze gulped, bracing themself before taking the plunge. "Cheating? Why Draco, we'd have to be exclusive for that. And I don't recall-"

Draco lunged for them. In a flash, he had Haze pinned to the bed, knees on either side of their hips, hands loosely holding their wrists beside their head. Haze stared at him, heart beating wildly in their chest. The soft silver glow from the patronus had gone, leaving only the pale moonlight from the window.

"Mine." His voice was low and possessive. Leaning down, Draco growled in their ear, "And I don't share."

Haze gasped. "Yours?" The hope was plain in Haze's voice.

Draco pulled back to see their face. Softening, he shifted his hands from their wrists and braced himself on one forearm. Draco used his other hand to brush a stray curl from their face before trailing his thumb down over their cheekbone.

"All mine, Ange." He kissed their nose. "Only mine."

Using their newly freed hands, Haze wrapped themself around Draco, burying their face in his shoulder. Chuckling, Draco nuzzled into their neck before kissing their shoulder gently.

After a moment, Draco shifted down, putting his legs between theirs to fully lay down on Haze, who clearly had no intention of letting go. Haze's shirt had disappeared entirely at some point, leaving the only clothing between them Draco's pants and Haze's socks. It was soft and intimate in a way neither were used to.

And yet, it was perfect.

His head lying on their bare chest, Draco let himself relax to the sound of Haze's heartbeat in his ear. The rise and fall of their chest. Their fingers running through his hair. Draco found the discarded covers with his feet and pulled them up.

Eventually, timidly, softly, Haze asked, "Mine?"

Smiling, Draco turned his head to kiss their sternum. "All yours, Ange." He rubbed his cheek into their chest, settling back down.

Haze hooked their legs around Draco's back, arms squeezing him tight for a moment. "Mine."

They drifted back to sleep together. Both floating in a new level of safe.

Warm.

Love.

~~~

The next time Haze awoke, it was to an unfamiliar wand alarm. Deciding it had to be Draco's—since the boy was still lying on top of them—Haze waved their hand to make it stop.

Rubbing their bleary eyes, Haze was stunned to see the sun already rising. This was the second day in a row they'd slept in so late.

And they hadn't had a nightmare at all.

Marveling at how much Draco had already changed their life, Haze ran their fingers through his hair.

Sighing in his sleep, Draco nuzzled his face into Haze's chest. His hands, which were under Haze's shoulders, flexed a few times before he settled once more.

Smiling, Haze kissed the top of his head. They didn't know Draco's morning routine but figured he set his alarm at this time for a reason. Sighing reluctantly, not quite ready to leave this peaceful scene, Haze called, "Draco, it's time to get up."

Scratching gently at his scalp, Haze waited. When there was no response, they called again, "Draco, Love, your alarm went off, we need to get up."

Grumbling, Draco turned his face into Haze's chest, rubbing his nose and forehead over their sternum. Moving his arms entirely under Haze, Draco held them tightly before sighing and settling back down.

Chuckling, Haze shook Draco's shoulder with one hand. "Come on, up, Love. I won't have you mad at me for cutting your hair routine short."

Grunting, Draco pulled his head up to look at them. Squinting in the morning light, it looked like he was glaring at Haze. They bit their lip and brushed a stray lock behind his ear. Closing his eyes, Draco turned his face into their hand, kissing their palm.

Haze brushed their thumb over his cheek. "Good morning, Handsome."

Draco, eyes still closed, smiled sleepily and hummed, "Morning, Ange."

"How's your head?" Threading their fingers farther back, Haze found a goose-egg on the back of Draco's head.

He winced at the touch, but answered, "Not too bad."

"Hmm." Haze was not convinced. Trying to recall the healing charm Hermione had taught them, Haze sent magic to his fingertips. Draco visibly relaxed into their touch and the bump shrunk considerably.

I love you. "How on earth did you do that?"

Haze shrugged, suddenly bashful.

Shaking his head in awe, Draco shifted up to kiss their cheek. I love you. "Thank you."

Haze smiled and yawned, stretching beneath Draco. He rolled off stretching as well but froze when he heard a series of loud 'pop's. It was like someone had stepped on a whole roll of that muggle 'bubble wrap' Professor Brunner had shown them.

Glancing over at Haze, he saw them shifting to look at him, showing no indication they had just heard what he did.

At the borderline alarmed look on Draco's face, they paused. "What?"

"Was that your back?"

Haze blinked. "What? The cracking? Yeah, it does that." They shrugged; way too calm in Draco's opinion.

Draco opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Haze's alarm. They sighed, waved their hand to turn it off, and sat up.

Eyes widening at their wandless magic, Draco watched them stretch their arms over their head. Haze was painfully skinny, he had noticed that last night, but in the light, it was even more obvious. Frowning, he realized that, not only could he see every one of Haze's ribs, but he could probably count every bone in their body too.

Feeling Draco's gaze, Haze turned to look down at him. Suddenly self-conscious under the weight of his stare, Haze brought their knees up, wrapping their arms around themself.

Draco sat up too, reaching for them, but he only took one arm. They let him have it, confused. His hand slid down to their wrist, his long, piano fingers more than enough to wrap clear around the fragile bones.

Uncurling his fingers, Draco bent down to press a delicate kiss to the veins on their inner wrist. I love you. "We should start getting ready."

Haze let out a breath they didn't know they'd been holding. "You aren't going to tell me I'm too skinny? That I need to eat more?"

Draco arched a brow at them. "Why would I do that? Especially when making sure you get down to breakfast is much more effective."

Haze blinked at him, but Draco kissed their wrist again and stood before they could respond.

"Come on, let's go. Are you showering here this morning? Or are you coming to mine?"

Haze floundered for a moment as Draco found his discarded clothes. Realizing Haze wasn't moving, he paused to look at them. He arched a brow and they snapped to attention.

"Um..." They suddenly remembered all the reasons they hadn't gone to shower with him yesterday—had it really only been yesterday? —and almost moved to hide under the covers.

Seeing their internal struggle, Draco rounded the bed and sat beside them. Brushing back a curl, he tipped Haze's face to make sure they were looking at him. I love you. "I don't want to push your boundaries. I'm not trying to force you to make decisions you aren't ready for, and I really don't want to make you unco-"

"I want to." Haze was shaking their head. "It's not that. I want to. I just..." They closed their eyes, taking a deep breath. Softly, almost too quiet to hear, they breathed, "don't want you to change your mind."

Draco's heart clenched. That's what he'd been afraid of. The thought had formed in his mind only last night, Haze's reactions and comments tipping him off.

Gripping Haze's chin firmly, Draco stared them down. "I am not going to change my mind. I-" I love you. "It's you, Haze. It's only ever been you. You're mine."

Eyes prickling with tears, Haze dropped their knees and lunged into Draco's arms. He pulled them around into his lap, just as he had the day before.

Smoothing their hair and kissing their head, Draco murmured, "Does this mean you're coming with me today?"

Haze choked on a laugh and nodded into his shoulder. He stood and set them on their feet.

"Grab your clothes and things." Glancing down, he pursed his lips to hide a smile. "And you might want to put something on to cross the hall."

Haze's eyes widened and immediately crossed their arms, though, their chest was small enough to still appear flat. Smiling, Draco pulled them in to place one last kiss to their temple before letting go to collect his things.

Haze rushed to their trunk and pulled out the invisibility cloak. They hadn't thought they'd need to use it again but were suddenly glad they had packed it anyway.

Throwing it over their shoulders, Haze rushed about the room grabbing clean clothes, their shoes, school bag, toothbrush-

They paused when they noticed Draco staring at them.

"What?"

Draco shook himself. "I know you said you had The Cloak but..."

Haze looked down. They hadn't pulled up the hood, so all Draco could see was their floating head and one of their shoes that had gotten caught on the outside. Adjusting the cloak to hide it, Haze glanced around the room to check they hadn't forgotten anything.

Draco stood there staring at them, face shifting from awe to incredulity. "Um, Haze... Aren't you forgetting something?"

They blinked at him.

Oh!

Turning to their nightstand, they held a hand out for their glasses and wand. When both landed in their palm they turned back to Draco. "Ready."

The awe was back, but Haze was too far away to see it. Shaking his head, Draco stepped up into Haze's focus range. He had put on his trousers, but his socks, shoes, shirt, and robes had been wadded up and tucked atop his school bag.

Reaching out, Draco felt for the hood of the cloak and pulled it up. He smiled as Haze disappeared before his eyes. Trailing his hand down, Draco rested his hand on the small of Haze's back.

"Come on, my little Demiguise."

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