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dracowars · 1 year

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H!i i love your writing and i wanted to make a request can you do a draco x reader where they have a fight and then they sleep in diffrent rooms and the reader has a nightmare so she goes to dracos room and then just fluff <3

fighter | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,2k

summary: where y/n and draco sleep in separate rooms due to an argument

a/n: i wrote this in one flow in the notes of my phone (i usually write on my laptop that's also why the " are different) and i don't know what happend, but i've never written something so fast. i hope it stays that way lmao enjoy <3 don't forget to reblog, it's so important!

warnings: angst, mentions of death

universe: harry potter

"I can't believe you are being serious right now!", you scream at Draco, physically retreating from him as you take a few steps back in your anger, anger about what he just told you. The atmosphere in his big dark bedroom in Malfoy Manor doesn't help the cold that is now surrounding you, neither does your light sleeping gown that you put on mere minutes ago to finally get some well deserved sleep. That is until you got into this stupid argument.

Your whole body trembles and you desperartely run your fingers through your hair, waiting for him to tell you that it was just a joke, that none of it is real.

"I knew you wouldn't understand", is the only thing that leaves Draco's mouth and if you had been a few more meters away, you would have probably missed his murmur. But you caught every word he said and it makes you even more furious.

"Oh, so you didn't even think about telling me that you want to take your father's place among the Dark Lord's entourage? The one of your father who is currently, if I may remind you, trapped in Azkaban?!", you say while fully realizing the impact of these words. Draco really wants to become a Death Eater and follow Voldemort as his faithful footman until he decides one day that he does not need him anymore either and puts him into the same prison his father is currently residing.

"See? That's why I preferred not to tell you because I knew you would react like this", Draco only sighs at your emotional outburst, rubbing his palms against each other as he looks at the dark wooden floor beneath your feet.

"So you now support the Dark Lord? Is that it?", you ask, now directly looking at him in utter disbelieve, ignoring his previous words. In your opinion, this is the only reasonable reaction when you are told your loved one wants to basically throw his life, and everything he has accomplished, away. And you are a huge part of that life which he would discard. Just like that.

"Y/N, you are missing my point!", Draco raises his voice now too, no longer being able to withstand the hurtful words you are throwing his way. "I need to do this, alright? It is none of your business anyway."

"N-None of my business?!", you stumble over your words, not believing your ears but one look at his face tells you that he is being deadly serious. For a moment, you hold in your breath and stare at him, looking into his eyes that seem to have darkened now.

"You know what? Alright, if it is your business and you want to follow in your father's steps, then I'm not needed here anymore", you say with a fake smile on your lips, passing him without looking at him again and leaving the room with fast steps. You do not listen when he calls after you, because if he really wanted to solve this, he would follow you. The fact that he does not, sends another dagger through your already suffering heart.

Standing in one of the cold hallways of Malfoy Manor, watched by the few family pictures that hang along the walls, you make your way to the next guest room where you plan on spending the night before being able to leave first thing in the morning.

You open the creaking door and enter the room, taking a look at the large bed with dark green bedding. Sighing, you let yourself fall onto the soft blanket in defeat and look at the panaled high ceiling.

The next moment, all the emotions come crushing down on you and you let your tears run free, crying into the soft bedsheets, grapping a fistful of it in your hand. You don't know how long you just lie there and cry bitterly, but when you suddenly jolt out of your sleep, drenched in sweat, it takes you a few seconds to realize where you are. The realization hits you painfully as you lean against the headboard, knees pulled towards your chest beneath the thick blanket and your hands trembling, pulling the safety of the fabric more towards you.

You thought you had already cried out all of your tears, but this terrible nightmare paralyzed your entire body and the tears streaming down your already puffed cheeks do not seem to stop. Trembling, you lower your forehead onto your knees, closing your eyes to dispose of those bad images, but they keep appearing in front of you. Crying into the blanket even harder, your mind comes up with the only plausible solution and before you know it, you find yourself standing in front of Draco's bedroom again, slowly opening the door.

With only your head poking in at first, you squint into the darkness, searching for any indications if Draco is asleep or not. When you only hear his soft breathing, you sneak towards your side of the bed and climb beneath the cold blanket as quiet as possible, trying to sniffle your tears.

Draco, however, senses that something is wrong and shifts in his sleep, turning onto his back. His hand slightly grazes yours and your breath gets stuck in your throat at the sensation. It only takes two more seconds until Draco opens his eyes, suddenly aware of the warm trembling body next to him.

Pushing onto his arms, he looks at you, confused, but once he hears your sobs, he takes you into his arms without any words, enveloping you in his warmth. Burrying your face in the crook of his neck, your crying grows even worse and you claw his shirt as if he could disappear any second.

"I-I was so scared, D-Draco", you stutter once you have caught your breath a bit more, holding your hands in front of your mouth to stop yourself from breaking down again. "Y-You were a Death Eater and they- they took you from me. H-He killed you, Draco."

Draco, who was busy wiping away your tears while listening, stops in his movement, his lips slightly parted in shock. In this moment, he hated himself for making you cry like this, for causing you such a horrible nightmare that you ended up thinking that you had lost him.

"He won't, Y/N. I promise", Draco whispers finally, not at all sure what he is supposed to say right now. On the one hand, he wants to make everything right again, but on the other hand he knows that he has responsibilites that he can't run away from.

"You can't promise me that", you sob, wiping away your tears by yourself now, your hands still a shaking mess.

"I'm so sorry, darling, but I have to follow him", he answers, his voice shaking as he softly takes your hands in his. "Otherwise he is going to kill me. But what is worse is that he is going to kill my family. He is going to kill you if I don't obey."

As he says these words and lets down his walls, you see a single tear running down his cheek, finding its way onto your intertwined hands below.

"We- We will find a way, baby", you try to assure him, squeezing his hand lightly. "You don't have to do this. We just need to fight. For us. For your family. For you."

"I will."

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dr3amlab · 1 year

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4. wicked games, dm.

SUMMARY — Y/N Gorgon and Draco Malfoy have a long history of mutual hatred. You see, the two of them have been pulling pranks on each other since their 1st year at Hogwarts, to the dismay of their close friends and supervisors. However, after a prank left Y/N completely out of her mind, she decides that she'll pull her cruelest prank yet on Draco by pretending to be his secret admirer.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 2191 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — thank you so much for the love !! I've never thought that this would get any attention, really 🥹

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

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IV. AMORE, AMORE.

My dearest Draco,

I think of you daily. It’s true. I think of you when I see green apples, books or even when I smell an expensive cologne. You probably don’t have a clue why, and trust me, neither do I.

I want to know everything about you; your favorite color, your favorite song and even your favorite season. However, i can't.

You see, i can't keep writing you these letters. I feel like i'm burdening you with my feelings, and it makes me feel horrible.

So i've decided that from now on, my feelings are mine to keep.

This is my last letter.

I'll love you always,

your secret admirer.

It was past midnight and you could see the moon shining brightly on your mirror. This night was a peaceful night, one of the most soothing you had known for a while, and yet, you couldn’t sleep. And as you couldn’t find a peaceful state of mind, you asked a question that plagued your mind to Athena who was also undoubtedly awake, "Athena," you started, "do you think I’ll ever forget draco?" , "what do you mean?" you could hear Athena shuffle in her bed, "Draco. Will I stop having feelings for him? Will I eventually forget him?" you clarified.

"I can’t tell you exactly, y/n," Athena spoke softly, "though, my mother once said to me that you never forget your first love, they live in you forever," you could almost hear her smile through her words, "even if you move on, they’ll always have a special place in your heart," she continued, "as bad as it sounds, you’ll always compare your other lovers to your first because you’ll think that no one will ever be as perfect as them."

"So, i’ll never stop loving Draco?" you asked again with a shaky voice, "you’ll stop eventually," she said, "but your heart will never stop smiling at the thought of him," Athena yawned, signaling that morpheus was finally taking her in her embrace, "sweet dreams y/n," she whispered loud enough for you to hear.

You wished Athena was wrong for once. You hoped and prayed to Merlin that you’d wake up having no feelings for Draco Malfoy. Hell, you even hoped to wake up with an amnesia so you could forget the entire existence of the blond boy, even if it meant you’d lose your most cherished memories. How dare he? How dare he make your heart feel like it’s about to explode?

Draco Malfoy was a heartless criminal that surely deserves a spot in Azkaban for he ruthlessly stole your heart and occupied your every thoughts without any permission. You wished to say that you hated every fiber of his being, but you knew that it wasn’t true.

"Tomorrow, I’ll give him one last letter," you thought, "then I’ll be done with him." You made yourself comfortable in your bed, "goodnight Athena," you finally replied.

On one side of the class, Draco was reading the latest letter he received from his admirer with, at first, a pleasant expression on his face but his face progressively got bitter as he got to the end of the letter, "What the fuck," draco whispered not so quietly as Theodore, his seat mate, heard him, "oi! What’s with the profanities," Theodore scolded teasingly, "man, shut up. I’m literally not in the mood for your bullshit," draco carped, "woah, dude, calm down! I’m just joking," Nott said in a dry tone, not really understanding the sudden outburst of his friend.

"What are you even mad about?" Theodore snatched the paper out of Draco’s hand, "what is this? A love letter?" Nott cleared his throat preparing his voice to read the letter aloud, "My dear—" But before he could start teasing his friend, the latter snatched the paper out of Nott’s hands, "what’s wrong with you Nott? I literally told you that I was in no mood to deal with your jokes," Draco snapped grabbing the attention of all the students in the classroom who were previously chattering.

On the other side of the classroom, you were watching the scene unfold. You observed their little quarrel from the beginning, and you saw how draco seemed disappointed as soon as he finished reading the letter. You should be proud for your plan turned out exactly how you wanted: Draco took the bait, and was apparently smitten by his secret admirer. But why did you feel the opposite?

'Horrible' was an understatement to describe how you felt right now. Maybe, just maybe, it wasn’t your brightest idea to write those letters to Draco because: The boy was losing his mind more than you wanted him to and you had realized that you actually like draco, and you would’ve preferred to stay in denial because those newly discovered feelings were not doing you any favor.

"I feel horrible Athena," you whispered as you laid your head on your desk, "well, you can’t say that I didn’t warn you," she spoke in a singsong, "shut up please! Don’t rub salt in my wound," you whined, "you mean his wound," she rectified, "look at him, he's a thousand times more affected with this joke than he should've! Geez, I wouldn’t want to be Theodore right now," she tut-ted, "the poor guy just wanted to cheer his friend up and now he’s getting insulted!"

You put your head back up to look at the two boys who were still arguing, "I wouldn’t want to be present when he’ll find out," she spoke, "find out what?" you replied tiredly. Athena frowned her brows in confusion, "that it was you who wrote the letters," she said in a hushed voice so only you could hear. Your face went instantly white, "fuck, fuck, fuck!"you put your head in your hands, "what am I going to do?" you whined, "he’s never gonna take my feelings seriously now," you mumbled. Athena looked at you sadly and rubbed your back as an attempt to console you in the midst of the chaos that was still going on.

Never in your life you would've thought that you'd be worried to death on knowing if Draco reciprocates your feelings or not. Life is such a funny thing.

"Where is Slughorn anyway?" Athena tried to change the subject. "He’s like 10 minutes late, what is he—," she stopped mid-sentence when she saw the said teacher come Into the classroom, "Oh, speak of the devil! There he is." The teacher sighed with exasperation as he saw the commotion that was happening in his class, "Alright class please calm down," he said in an a voice that lacked authority voice for the boys continued to argue. "Please calm down!" he shouted and this time, he earned the silence he wanted with a bonus of startled expressions from the students.

Slughorn smiled with satisfaction, "First and foremost, I apologize for my tardiness," he said, "and for my little outburst. "He placed the books he was holding in his arms on his desk, "Now, let’s start the lesson shall we?" Slughorn smiled, "Can anybody remind me what we talked about last week?" An eager student raised their hands to answer the professor.

Draco heard their answer, yet he didn’t listen; he was too engrossed in his thoughts. Malfoy didn’t know what to think of this situation, why were they leaving him? Why is it that all the persons that say they love him always end up leaving him? He didn’t understand, was there something wrong with him? Could he fix his flaws? Draco knows that he’s far from being perfect, but then again no one was, so why is it that nobody wants to accept him as he is?

The blond boy couldn’t pin point the emotion he was feeling right now, was it fear? Disappointment? or maybe even sorrow? Draco couldn’t describe the heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he sure can tell when he feels like utter shit.

Draco got pulled out of his thoughts by Theodore’s elbow nudging him. The blond boy looked at his friend confusedly, wondering why he called him out. Theodore pointed his chin in front of him and Draco looked away from Nott’s eyes only to meet Slughorn’s, "I’ll repeat my question. What is amortentia?" Draco couldn’t understand what the professor was talking about as he had spent most of the lesson feeling sorry for himself, "Amoretentia?" He mispronounced, "No, Draco, it’s—, " the professor got cut off.

"It’s only the most powerful love potion in the world." Granger replied with a hint of a cockiness in her voice, but only according to Draco, "it’s supposed to smell differently to each of according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment and—," Hermione stopped mid-sentence and the girl looked like she made shocking discovery.

"Shocking isn’t it, Granger?" Slughorn laughed, "How about you Malfoy, what do you smell?" Slughorn offered the potion to Draco for him to sniff. At first Draco was reticent but after a few seconds of reflexion, he took the flask from the professor, "I smell vanilla, violets, and— strawberry cake?" Draco recognized that smell. There was no doubt in his mind that it was the scent that wafted from the pink envelopes. Draco’s heart frowned again, "if only I knew who it was," he thought.

"And you, Gorgon?" Slughorn offered you the flask which you took in your hands carefully, "Books, green apples," draco’s ears perked up at your words, "and—," you met Draco’s eyes and you felt a feeling of fear wash all over you, "and that’s it." You glared at Draco hoping to keep the appearances up. You almost gave it away but he didn’t notice anyway or did he?

"Alright!" Slughorn took the potion from your hand, "Amortentia is considered to be a powerful and highly dangerous potion. Despite its power, Amortentia does create actual love. The potion is—," Slughorn explained but neither you or Draco were interested in what he was saying as you two were too busy giving a black look to each other, "Do you think he caught up?" Athena whispered to your ear, "I hope not," you answered as you broke the eye contact with Draco to look Athena but you still felt Draco’s narrowed eyes on you.

Perhaps the meteorologists weren’t the experts they claimed to be or perhaps, the weather was merely unpredictable for they didn’t warn the students of Hogwarts of the Cyclone Draco that was currently ravaging the hallway of the school looking for a person in particular.

"Sasha, there you are!" Draco’s shadow engulfed the younger boy leaving no light, "M-Malfoy," Sasha stuttered and Draco laughed, "S-Sasha," he mimicked, "you already know what I’m here to ask you," Draco gritted his teeth, "so spill the beans and don’t you dare waste my time," he menaced.

"I already told you that I can't tell you draco," the Hufflepuff cried, "I promised! I’m sorry but it’s not my place!" Draco poked his tongue in his cheek and turned away his gaze from the trembling form of the boy. "Promises are meant to be broken, aren't they?"Draco replied coldly as he got closer to the younger boy.

"Listen." Draco grabbed Sasha by the collar, "You’re going to give their name right now," Malfoy demanded once again but the boy shook his head vigorously and the blond boy sighed.

Malfoy released his grip on Sasha’s uniform collar and the latter fell on his buttock making him hiss with pain, "Sasha, Sasha," draco tut-ted, "I didn’t want to come to this," he faked a sad expression on his face, "I really appreciate you, y’know." The younger boy’s face displayed pure horror as he saw Malfoy reach for his wand, "But hey," Draco sighed, "Silly me to think you’d cooperate."

Draco pointed his wand towards Sasha, who was still on the ground, "Cru—,"The older boy started, "Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you please don’t do that," Sasha yelled, "I’m not sure Sasha," Draco shrugged, "Plus you know I’m not scared to say the cursed spells," Malfoy put up his hand again signaling that he was about to say the curse again, "Cruc—," he repeated, "Y/N!" the boy said while shielding himself from the potential curse that draco was about to cast. "Y/N, that's the name," Sasha said with a jerky breath.

Draco smiled satisfied that the boy caved in as he lowered his wand, "Of course it was her," he mumbled.

"Alright Sasha," Draco said as turned his heels to leave, "Loved talking to you, » Malfoy smiled, "See you around bro!" Draco emptied the hallway leaving a young boy that was probably going to be scarred for life.

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missstratford · 1 year

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Charmed

A/n: This is for the anon who requested a fic for draco x reader where draco has a crush on the reader and its so obvious his friends keep teasing him. I’m so sorry but your request had somehow got deleted. I hope you read this and its turns out the way you wanted it!❤❤

It felt weird to explain yours and Draco’s friendship, if that’s what you could call it. It had begun so oddly from random acts of kindness with no ulterior intent to smiling at each other down the hallways. Draco was the first to approach you, you remembered that day clearly when you had spilled an entire bottle of ink on your essay and began panicking at your desk in the library. As you tried to dab out the ink to no avail, so were surprised to see it disappear and leave your assignment as good as new, turning, you found a gently smiling Malfoy looking at you. “I know transfiguration essays are the hardest to complete. Good luck.” He whispered and stalked away as if nothing had happened. You sat there astounded as you had never before spoken to him. That’s how it started, the next time you found yourself leaving him a note of suggestion to change his ingredients for potions, he left you a herbology handbook and an extra quill in class. Soon your friends found themselves enthralled by the exchange, “Why would Malfoy become ever so kind just towards you?” they’d chime in with sinister smiles. “He likes you!” they concluded one sunny afternoon, “Stop being absurd. He’s just a nice friend and a lovely person in general.” You countered. “oh, but he has never shown anyone that much kindness before.” One of your friends said, “Yes! And have you seen the way he keeps looking at you during classes? It’s the most adorable thing ever.” Another added. This was new information, you had never before caught Draco looking at you, but one could argue that you were too busy paying attention in class to notice. It was decided then that you would see for yourself if Draco seemed truly interested in you.

The next class you shared with the Slytherins was charms, as you made your way towards the classroom, you stopped sharp. Around the corner you heard voices, unmistakably belonging to Draco and his gang of friends, “Mate you are so whipped.” Laughed Blaise. “I most certainly am not!” you heard Draco’s sharp voice. “Then why ever do you keep staring at her in class?” This voice belonged to Theodore. “i-“ Draco was cut off by Pansy’s giggles, “Is that why we heard you calling her name in your sleep?” “Oh, do you remember when he was drunk last week? It was something I wish Y/n was there to see.” Guffawed Blaise. Your cheeks heated up, had you misheard your name? “Ah yes, I could never forget! OH Y/n, My sweet Y/n. I wish to dance with you in my arms darling!” Theo laughed as Pansy imitated Draco. “Shut up you lot, we’re going to be late for class. Let’s go.” You heard Draco. Before your mind could register what was happening, Draco rounded the corner straight into you, “Oof- Who do you think y-“ his temperamental ranting was cut short when his eyes landed on you. “Y/n” he said trying to form a sentence, his cheeks turning a bright shade of scarlet. “I-how-how long were you standing here?” he stammered, “Long enough to hear your friends talk.” You answered expectantly.

Saying that you had a crush on Draco would be an understatement, you were smitten with the lad. From the moment you got a glimpse of his true nature you couldn’t help but wish to bask in his attention all day long. All you ever felt like whenever you saw him was to run your fingers through his blond tresses and pepper kisses to his charming face. “I can explain” His desperate voice brought you back to reality. A small smile tugged on your lips. “I don’t want an explanation.” I want you to be mine. The unsaid words were obvious to all but him. Draco seemed to not catch on, he took a step forward, “Y/n please let me explain. Its all a misunderstanding” he fumbled with his fingers trying too hard. You heard his friends giggle, “Just ask her out you dimwit! She likes you back for Merlin’s sake!” they shouted. “Wha-Y/n do you- Are they” as Draco tried to gather himself, you couldn’t wait any longer. You stepped forward and crashed your lips to his, silencing him. As you two parted, Draco lifted his fingers to feel where your lips had been just moments ago. “Does this mean you’ll go out with me this weekend?” he asked expectantly. “not just this weekend, the weekend after that and the one after that. If you want?” you said with a bright grin. “Yes! Yes of course!” he laughed lifting you and twirling you around. “Draco!” you shrieked in surprise, “Well be late to charms.” “Darling, you’ve already charmed me, what more could I want.” He said softly, putting me down, his lips kissing yours soon after.

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mastermindmiko · 1 year

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What a relationship with Draco Malfoy would look like

Pairing: Draco Malfoy + gn!reader

Word count: 394

Summary: head cannons and imagines of what Draco Malfoy would be like in a relationship

Trigger warnings: none, but let me know if there is any.

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Requests are open

He adores rings and he will get at least two news ones every week. Whenever you compliment his rings he will give them to you, and when he gives you a ring, he will throw a fit if he doesn’t see you wearing it. He sees it as a way of showing people that you’re his and only his.

He would never wear a ring from anyone except from his mother and you, other than that he will never wear a ring he hasn’t purchased himself.

He can never express his words properly and how he is feeling, so he writes them in the form of poetry or he conveys them while he plays the piano.

He won’t ever let anyone read his personal poetry but on special occasions like; your birthday, Valentine’s day, or your anniversary, he would write you a poem expressing how much he values and loves you.

If you are already in a relationship with him he will not say I love you first, no matter how much he loves you.

He loves spending time in the quidditch pitch, it’s his other sanctuary other than the astronomy tower. When he starts trusting you he will take you first to the astronomy tower, but when he starts to really love you he will take you to the quidditch pitch. Flying gives him freedom, therefore so does the quidditch pitch, if he takes you there you have every right to feel special.

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dracofuego · 1 year

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A Strange Thing Called Love pt. 3

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem! Reader

Genre: Slowburn, Angst, a bit of Fluff

Word Count: 2.0k

A/N: So sorry for the delay! For this chapter I also added a tiny portion of Draco's thoughts. This is something I am experimenting and am debating whether I want to incorporate this in the future chapters. I still hope you all enjoy reading!

Parts:01 | 02

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Chapter 3: Linger

A storm of dread drenched you for the past two weeks. Since that night at the Astronomy Tower, Draco has been avoiding you. That very next day in potions, he sat near the back of the classroom. Whenever you tried to catch his gaze he would intentionally avert your direction.

It was preposterous the amount of times you tried to get his attention for him to simply turn a blind eye. Concern and confusion were only the few things that were crossing your mind as you tried to make sense of him. Nonetheless, if he wasn’t acknowledging your presence now then it was simply foolish to believe otherwise.

The night at the Astronomy Tower was the first time you believed you saw the genuine side of Draco, and it only made your feelings for him grow stronger. You have never seen him be so gentle with anyone, and you felt lucky that you were able to experience seeing that. Feeling despaired, you thought maybe you scared him off with your conversation about the constellations, particularly the one where you mentioned that one of your favorites is Draco. Thinking back, it was absolutely ludicrous. If only you could go back to that night and prevent the words from coming out of your mouth.

But this is reality and to your dismay, the situation is more complicated than that. Grabbing the soft fabric that was hanging on your feet, you pull it over your body as your back lays flat against the stiff mattress. You stare at the nothingness of the dark ceiling until you fall into a dreamless sleep.

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The rays of sunlight fell against the parchment paper of your notebook that laid on top of your lap, the light bouncing back up to the leaves of the towering tree above your head as it reflected off each red, yellow and orange mellow sweetness. The light breeze brushed along the edges of the leaves, letting them dance happily. Waft of earthy musk reaches your olfactory senses as your eyes catch sight of the scenery in front of you. The placid water stretches for miles ahead while flakes of gold reflect on its smooth surface. Setting your notebook to the side, you take off your shoes and deftly avoid stepping on the loamy soils and rough pebbles hidden beneath the grass, each step bringing you closer to the lake.

Goosebumps crawl all over you as the icy water wraps around both your ankles. Lifting up your robe a bit higher, you walk further into the water. Your feet adjust to its temperature, and you merely admire the beauty gifted by mother nature. Inhaling a deep breath, you feel your diaphragm contract, as the fresh air flows to your lungs and enters your bloodstream before breathing out.

Looking back down at the water, you see your reflection staring back at you. You stay there for a moment observing it. There is a solemn expression; a hint of absence present on the once filled brightly eyed orbs. Unable to watch any longer, your hand reaches into the water and pushes it away. The image is immediately disrupted, and all you see are the vibrational movements of the water.

Going back to your spot you slump back down against the tree, placing the dark soft fabric on your wet feet along with your black shoes. Wanting to try and distract your pessimistic thoughts, you close your eyes and try to place your mind somewhere peaceful. A huge landscape appears, the vibrant green grass covering most of the ground as you lay down in a white, elegant dress. Your hands reach up to the soft fluffy clouds, all while a bright morpho butterfly lands at the tip of your index finger, its beautiful iridescent blue wings flapping against each other. A loud crunch scares the butterfly, propelling away from your finger to the clear air. Your eyes linger to the magnificent creature with its figure appearing smaller the farther it goes.

The calmness was interrupted by the sound of a certain voice, one you didn’t expect to hear so soon.

“Why is it that whenever I want to have a moment for myself I run into you?”

You opened your eyes and turned your head to the direction of the sound, his hands were placed in his pockets as he leaned against the side of the tree. The question caught you off guard, and to be honest you weren’t exactly sure how to respond to him. Instead of thinking of an answer, you grab your notebook and place it back inside your satchel. He notices this and stares, seeing that you were getting up from your sitting position and adjusting your robe, walking away from him.

“Running off now?”

Looking back, his hands still in his pockets with his steely eyes observing you. You slowly bring your hands to the ends of your hair, playing with them nervously. “I don’t mean to. I just don’t want to be in your way anymore. Sorry.” Right when you tried to walk away again he continues,

“Let’s just sit down for a bit.”

Your mind was shouting at you to ignore him and leave, but the beating of your heart was louder than that. Your legs made the decision as you slowly walked back to the tree you just left a few moments ago, now accompanied by the boy who continues to make you so jittery.

The two of you stay quiet for a moment, bringing the same ambience as that night in the Astronomy Tower. The large ball of orange hue lighting up the entire canvas above, resembling your favorite clementine sitting perfectly on an azure plate. There is just something so fascinating about watching the sun, and even its many rays have done justice to illuminating the person next to you, bronzing a bit of his naturally pale skin.

You hesitated to try and ask him, but you figured if you wanted answers then it was best to do it now. “Why did you leave?”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

Your fingers make their way to the flap of your satchel, carelessly fiddling the leather material. “That night at the Astronomy Tower. You just left without saying anything.”

The silence after the question drags on for a bit as Draco tries to think of a response. Truth to be told, he has no idea why exactly he felt the need to just leave. What he did encounter that night was a slight warmth deep inside his chest. It was very faint, yet it was there and noticeable. The light warmth lingered on until he left. He did not understand it. The hollowness that had followed him for the majority of his existence had slightly disappeared when the warmth crept in. Today the familiar warmth returns, lingering. The rays of light glistening on him were not helping either.

“I just had to leave.”

“Then why did you avoid me whenever I tried to reach out to you?”

Draco sighs, clearly getting frustrated by the question. “Because we aren’t exactly friends and it shouldn’t matter to you.”

You didn’t want him to know that his response stung your heart, because in a way he is right. The two of you weren’t friends and that night at the Astronomy Tower was purely a coincidence. A coincidence you wished would be the start of something more.

But then again, why did he bother to stay with you just now?

“Why can’t we be friends?”

Draco looks at you, his eyebrows rising up as if the answer wasn’t already obvious. “We are from completely different worlds. Just because you try to be nice doesn’t give you an obligation to be friends with whoever you please. I consider you an acquaintance, that’s all.”

HIs response dumbfounded you. The words echoing back in your brain. He doesn’t believe that you were worthy enough to be his friend, which in it of itself was another stab wound to your heart. Gripping the shoulder strap of your satchel, you look into his frosty orbs. The golden rays make his eyes appear more glassy, his pupils rather tiny as the light gains entrance to his eyes.

“Have a good day, Draco. You can keep the quill. I don’t need it anymore.”

The sounds of your soft footsteps faded, leaving behind an ambivalent Draco.

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The unknown is something that always piques the interest of humans, wanting to discover and find the answers of the uncertainty that lies within. The mystery of the unknown had its own set of missions, and this time it had decided to target Draco Malfoy. The darkness would slowly creep up behind his back, its dark claws pressing against his shoulder blade while the small hairs on his back stood up making his heart pace abnormally fast. He had only started to notice the unusual feeling recently. It had been bothering him for a while, not knowing whether it was something that he had to fear. But he knows that he should not fear the unknown, as fear will only show him cowardice.

Trying to clear his thoughts, he figured a trip to the lake would help heal his mind for a bit. He sees a figure calmly sitting against the trunk of the tree. His feet tramped against the ground, stepping on the branches and twigs hidden from the tall grass. With a closer look, he sees that it was you.

And that same warmth returns.

The mountains of iced walls built in the exterior of his chest had started to melt off. The smallest bit of flame gaining entry into a passageway inside his heart, lighting up the darkness of the frozen land within. This warmth in his heart lingers for a bit as he gazes over your soft features. This lingering feeling was so foreign. His heart yearned for more of it, and it beat louder and faster, signaling the small flame to continue lighting up the freezing darkness. Only then would the heart finally understand this strange phenomenon.

Unexpectedly, the small flame in his heart is quickly smothered by a snowstorm. The few parts of the ice walls that were melted off in his chest have regained their structure, now guarded with sharp icicles. The small flame surrenders, knowing that at its size it will not stand a chance in combat.

The coldness he is familiar with comes back, the feeling bringing him comfort.

He is aware of his callousness amongst others. So when you started questioning him about absolute nonsense, he wasn’t afraid to treat you just like anybody else. You weren’t anyone significant, at least that’s that he thought. When Draco told you that you were just an acquaintance, he didn’t think much of it. It was the truth after all. A Malfoy shouldn’t be friends with you. The two of you are polar opposites; different houses, personalities, and most importantly, status.

He watched you become visibly upset, the softness of your voice from earlier dissipated. The tone in your response was stern, your fingers clenched the strap of your satchel as your eyebrows furrowed before turning and walking away. A strange sensation swelled in his chest. It was a feeling that he didn’t recognize; it wasn’t annoyance or hatred. But it was something that bothered him solely because he has never experienced it before. He believed that this feeling was enough to asphyxiate him, and for some odd reason his curiosity wanted more of this strange sensation; to understand it.

Now that he was completely alone beside the tree, the unknown darkness greets him as it creeps up again behind his back. One thing Draco realized now is that this unknown feeling would disappear momentarily whenever the small flame lingers in. And if he wanted this to go away and understand the foreign sensations he had experienced today, then he would have to reach the source of the flame.

Maybe this time the darkness will hide for good once the light shines through.

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dr4core · 1 year

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DEUCE, d.m.

amidst the tale of sweetest love and bitterest revenge, the heiress to the Ravenclaw throne voweth to avenge her parents’ tragic demise at the hands of the Slytherin empire, even as she finds herself entwined in a forbidden romance with a certain crown prince, the very son of her sworn enemy.

♱ pairings. draco malfoy, ravenclaw reader

♱ genre. angst, forbidden love, historical, royal au

♱ tags. ooc, tyranny, crown prince!draco, classism, misogyny, violence, war, rebellion, suggestive, smut, double life, explicit language, more to be added

♱ series masterlist -> soon

PROLOGUE.

ACT I. THE HEIRESS

ACT II. THE PROPHECY

ACT III. THE BETROTHED

ACT IV. THE GRAND DUKE

ACT V. THE ORDER

ACT VI. THE MAGE

ACT VII. THE REVELATION

ACT VIII. THE ENEMY

ACT IX. THE LOVER

ACT X. THE EMPRESS

EPILOGUE.

#xanthe’s writings.#draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x female reader #draco malfoy x ravenclaw!reader #draco malfoy x you #draco malfoy angst #harry potter au #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy ff

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starlitsilvereyes · 1 year

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Evergreen

written for @drarrymicrofic's prompt: New Beginning | inspired by Like Real People Do by Hozier | CW: Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Insecurities | Read on Ao3

Soft rumbles of thunder emitted from a sky bruised with purple and dark blues. Draco laid beneath it, his head pillowed on a patch of grass. Lips slightly parted, he breathed in the scent of petrichor, reminding him of the storm that there is to come.

The first droplet of drizzle landed on his cheek, making him flinch. Yet he remained, unmoving as the lake nearby.

It didn’t take long until it was pouring. His clothes clung to his skin, the ivory linen uncomfortably cold and wet. He knew it was already ruined, stained by the mud and remnants of dried leaves. He would never have the heart to look at it again, knowing what it looked like before. It looked so perfect, almost unreal.

The clouds cried and cried, cried as though it were tears of grief. Cried as though they were the ones about to lose everything.

When the first blaze of lightning slashed through the sky, Draco could no longer hold his agony.

And so he cried. Cried and cried until his mouth was dry and his throat hurt. Cried until his eyes burnt like wildfire, a river of tears flowing yet never eliminating the sting.

Draco almost missed the sound of leather boots sinking on muddy soil. The storm had started to calmed a bit, but his sobs have only gotten stronger.

He could feel someone beside him–a familiar warmth and the distinct scent of spices and lilies.

Draco quieted down, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

“S’okay.” Harry mumbled softly. Too soft that it almost made Draco weep again. “It’s just me.”

Draco wanted to say it wasn’t ‘just’ Harry. It was never ‘just’ Harry. It was his home– all that was left of it.

A hand–too cold for Draco’s comfort, but he didn’t mind–laid on top of his, rubbing the water that has settled on surface of his skin.

That was when Draco broke down again.

Almost no sound had left his mouth, only dry heaves as he frantically apologised. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know I’m not perfect and–”

“S’okay.” Harry kept repeating, as though it was the truth. “It’s just a ceremony.”

But it wasn’t just a ceremony. It was supposed to be their wedding. They had it all planned for more than half a year–from the date and venue down to the flowers scattered along the secret garden.

Draco waited all his life to marry Harry. But as he stood at the end of the altar–looking back at Harry’s handsome face–Draco knew he deserved none of it.

And so he turned his back before he could fully watch Harry’s fallen expression, running away from everything he has ever dreamt of. Running away from the life he desperately wanted to hold at the palm of his hands.

“I’m sorry.” Draco kept repeating. Despite his honesty, the words felt like lies spilling from his lips. He hated himself the most. He hated himself for hurting Harry.

“S’okay.” Harry echoed. “We shouldn’t have rushed into it. I’m sorry.”

Draco opened his eyes, squinting at the sudden burn from all the crying. He was met by the sight of Harry, handsomely dishevelled. His clothes just as ruined as Draco’s.

The truth was, they weren’t rushing into it at all. They had been together for four years until they decided– thought– to get married. It was Draco’s idea, because Harry kept telling him of his dreams to be married and start a family he so longed for. Draco didn’t want to keep him away from that. All he ever wanted was for Harry to be happy, and now he was ruined. They both were. And it was all Draco’s fault.

“It’s not your fault.”

It was as though Harry had read Draco’s mind–he probably did.

“You don’t have to pretend it isn’t,” Draco says, his voice hoarse. He couldn’t look directly at Harry’s eyes. He was afraid of what he might see–afraid of hurting Harry even more.

Harry takes a shaky breath. “We don’t have to get married.”

“Harry–”

“Marriage is just an economical proposition or some shit people made up to get miserable people to stay together.”

Draco looked at Harry. “We are miserable.”

“No, we aren’t.” Harry denied, even though they both knew Draco was right.

They fell silent for a while. The rain finally stopped, light slowly replacing the darkness of the sky.

“We don’t have to get married now,” Harry says. Draco could tell he was hurting, and all he wanted to do was to take Harry’s pain away and give it to himself. He would take Harry’s pain even if they were sharp knives; even if they were the worse of curses; even if it were the kiss of death. But Draco knew couldn’t, not when he was the one causing Harry pain.

“But it’s your dream,” Draco replies softly, full of regret.

“You are my dream, Draco.” Harry’s bottom lip quivered, as though he was just as frustrated as Draco was to himself. “And if you aren’t ready for marriage now, we can do it later. When we’re both a little bit older and wiser…” He trailed off. “Hell, we could never do it even.”

“Harry–”

“Marriage means nothing if it’s not with you.” Harry reached out, cupping Draco’s face with his hands. “And I can wait, I promise. For as long as you want– need– even if it takes me a hundred lifetimes.”

“And what if I’m never ready?” Draco asked. He thought he’d never been more afraid of saying something until this moment. “What if I’m not fit for marriage?”

“You are not obliged to marry me,” Harry said, firm as though he had been so sure of his decision all his life. “I mean it when I say we could never get married and I’d still love you.”

Warmth blossomed within Draco. He loved Harry too, he always will.

“Whether you’ll ever be ready or not, I still love you.” Harry whispers, as though he was keeping a secret. “And if the time comes, I’ll be here waiting. I’m a patient man, Draco. I would wait longer than forever for you.”

Draco laughed wetly, pressing a kiss against Harry’s lips just to keep him from promising things Draco didn’t deserve. He kissed Harry harder and pulled him closer, even though he didn’t deserve it. To him, Harry would always be too good to be true, too good to be his.

He knew he didn’t deserve a lot of things, but Harry deserved everything . Harry deserved to be held, through his worse and better days. He deserved to wake up in a soft bed, his body wrapped in warm blankets, pressed against the one he loves. He deserved a cup of freshly brewed coffee against his lips every morning; his fingertips stained with pigment as he painted the most beautiful scenery there was to exist.

Harry deserved to be loved . And so Draco loved him– loves– and will love him for as long as he lived, for as long as he could, for far longer than the end of time.

Draco wasn’t certain about many things, but he was certain that he’d love Harry, even after the last of his breath, even after the last of the stars have finally dimmed their light. Even if he’ll never be ready.

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(─‿‿─) melt your heart masterlist

last updated: 19th july, 2023 newest: chapter seven warnings: bullying, violence, kissing, cursing wattpad: (i usually update here first than on tumblr) moodboards: julianna's

❥ year one chapter one,, chapter two,, chapter three,, chapter four,, chapter five,, chapter six ❥ year two chapter seven,, chapter eight,, chapter nine,, chapter ten,, chapter eleven,, chapter twelve,, chapter thirteen,, chapter fourteen,, chapter fifteen ❥ year three chapter sixteen,, chapter seventeen,, chapter eighteen,, chapter nineteen,, chapter twenty,, chapter twenty-one,, chapter twenty-two,, chapter twenty-three ❥ year four chapter twenty-four,, chapter twenty-five,, chapter twenty-six,, chapter twenty-seven,, chapter twenty-eight,, chapter twenty-nine,, chapter thirty ❥ year five n/a ❥ year six n/a ❥ year seven n/a ❥ the aftermath n/a

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thehalfbloodedwitch · 1 year

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for the event for draco ❄️

a blurb request- you and draco go christmas shopping 🛍

Memories Blurb (D.m. x reader)

Pairing- Draco x Femreader

Summary- The reader is determined to go shopping for Christmas decorations, but Draco isn't really a fan of shopping.

A/n- In love with this concept may! Hope you like this!

Words- 791 words

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You begged and yanked at Draco's shirt, "Please Darco," as he sat sternly next to you on the couch, "No no no, absolutely not," he murmured while folding his arms.

You wanted to go Christmas shopping because in your opinion you didn't have any Christmas decorations for the tree and the house, but Draco on the other hand suggested that they used magic to decorate everything which you disagreed with as you wanted to decorate the house in your own way without magic.

"Come on Draco, Christmas comes only once a year, if you don't come with me for shopping then have fun spending Christmas alone," you said, standing up and ready to leave.

And then Draco sighed in defeat and grabbed your hand saying, "Okay fine darling, you win" to which your face lit up like a child was given a chocolate frog.

Draco urged that you purchase the decorations in the wizarding world shops, but you chose to go to the muggle world shops instead because the majority of them were places you were extremely familiar with and would remind you of the Christmas ornaments you and your muggle friends used to buy as children.

You went to Liberty London with Draco to buy decorations for the Christmas tree that you both had purchased from the wizarding world's store and had at home.

You admired the store as memories flashed before your eyes, "Draco, this is a very well-known muggle store called Liberty London, when I was young, I and my friends used to come here to buy all of our Christmas decorations," you stated.

The store was decked in red and green, and the employees were dressed properly for the holiday season. Draco commented, "Wow, the muggles haven't done that horrible of a job to make a decent store."

You dragged Draco around the store to find the decorations you wanted, "What's next?" Draco asked as you looked through your shopping list, "Snow globe" you replied as your eyes glanced towards a shelf on top of which snow globes were kept.

Draco gave you a quick glance before turning to the direction you were facing and turning back to you with a smirk on his lips. "You want that, huh?" he questioned, gesturing at the top of the shelf where the snow globes were kept.

You nodded, and Draco said, "Get it beautiful," folding his hands as he smiled at you. You added, "Watch me," and you walked over to the shelf, trying to reach it with your toes but failing because your hands could only reach the third shelf.

Draco chuckled and you huffed, "Can't you see your poor girlfriend is trying to pick something up from a shelf?" to which Draco responded, "Yes, I can see that". You glared at him and said, "So shouldn't you help her out?"

Draco laughed out loud and nodded, and then walked up to the shelf and took it without even having to struggle for a second. While Draco contained his chuckle, you gave him a quick glance and took the globe from his grasp. When you stared at him, you were unable to control your laughter and had to laugh out loud.

After adding everything you needed for Christmas you and Draco went to the cashier to pay for the items.

"Your total is £456.75," said the cashier who packed all of the decorations in a Christmas-themed bag and handed it to Draco while you paid and said, "Thank you" and left the store.

Draco asked, "Are you happy now?," and when you replied, "Yes, very," he asked, "Shall we go back? and you both nodded. After returning to your home, you decided to invite everyone to help you decorate the house and enjoy Christmas.

You asked help from the Weasley family, Luna, and Hermione, who all helped in decorating the house with the ornaments you had purchased. Draco made the decision to prepare the Christmas dinner, and Harry and Ron joined him. Together, you, Molly, Luna, Ginny, Hermione, Fred, and George decided to finish the house's decoration before inviting the other guests.

After spending approximately two hours decorating and putting everything up, you all asked the other guests to join you for Christmas dinner and a party. The night finished with you and Draco sharing a kiss while Harry pretended to gag as you glared at him. When everyone departed the house, you all looked at the pictures and videos you had all taken.

"So, how was the day?" "It was amazing," you responded as you went through the pictures you'd taken and kept a picture of you and Draco kissing as your wallpaper. Draco grinned at you, kissed you on the forehead, and snuggled you to sleep.

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siennafrxst · 1 year

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↳ forbidden love 𖤐𓈒࣪₊˚

synopsis: draco and y/n used to be friends at a young age, until draco’s father found out that y/n was a muggle born. he instantly forbid them to ever see each other again, and the only thing draco could do was oblige. until year 1 of hogwarts started, and the prior childhood friends managed to resolve things between them (without the knowledge of lucius). and here comes year 6, where draco gets his dark mark, and his friendship with y/n is affected because of it. they try to talk things out, which results into the release of many emotions that were previously hidden.

pairing: draco malfoy x female muggle gryffindor reader

universe: harry potter

cw: angst

word count: 930 words

"Dang it, Draco. We've known each other for more than half of our lives already, and you still can't fully open up to me?" Y/N exclaimed at him.

Draco and Y/N were currently hidden in one of the more unknown hallways of the enormous black castle, their loud voices echoing against the walls of the stone walls. They have never fought like this before, which was scary for Y/N. She wasn’t sure how to react to the situation—to him.

"It's not that easy, alright? Things have changed about me—about us. It's different compared to 10 years ago," Draco exclaimed back.

She paused for a while, pondering about what he had said. The words lingered in her head as she questioned her thoughts. Things have changed... they weren't as innocent as they once were. Not as playful, bliss, or clueless in life's mysteries. They had matured—grown up. But how does that explain his hesitance in trusting her?

There was a moment of absolute silence. Deep in her own thoughts, Y/N inhaled deeply, breaking the tension. "Please, Draco... You know you could always tell me anything," she confessed sincerely.

"No, not this time. You wouldn't understand," he argued, his eyes trailing to the floor, unable to maintain eye contact with her.

"Draco..." she called out to him again.

"No, Y/N, I can't do that to you," he insisted, not taking his eyes off the floor. She couldn't know... he just couldn't bear to burden her or to see her reaction. It would only ruin their friendship.

And then, she blurt it out.

"I-I love you, okay? Please, talk to me," she confesses, her voice now starting to break.

Taken aback, Draco’s eyes immediately shot up towards hers. "No no no- you can't love me. I'm a horrible, horrible person.”

"Draco, that's not true," she said, taking a step towards him.

"Oh, but it is." And that was when he pulled his sleeve up, revealing his dark mark engraved on his arm.

Y/N gasped softly, putting her hands over her mouth. She finally let the tears she had been holding back stream down her cheeks. Of course, it all made sense now—Harry’s suspicion was right. All the missing pieces to the puzzle had been found and completed. After all this time, under all the lies and cover ups, Draco was still under the control of the vile expectations from his parents. And the fact that he was dealing with it all alone… he felt the need to hide it from her.

With no hesitation, she immediately rushed towards the blond and wrapped him in a warm embrace. “I’m so sorry, Draco… I had no idea.”

He glared at her carefully, standing perfectly still. Out of all the scenarios he had played out through his head, Y/N hugging him and apologizing was certainly not one of them.

"I still love you, you know?" she whispered softly against his chest.

"You really shouldn't though. But if it means anything, I love you too," he said, hugging her back.

They both smiled in each other's arms. They were never exactly the physical type, but this one, simple yet everlasting hug held a lot of significance. Maybe it wasn’t too late to fix things between them.

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As Y/N entered the Gryffindor Common Room, she spotted Harry, Ron, and Hermione waiting for her with worry on their faces.

“Where have you been? We were worried as hell,” Ron complained, his ginger eyebrows creasing in distress.

"Sorry guys, but I was with Draco," Y/N informed them truthfully.

"Wait, why?" Hermione questioned, slightly surprised. To be fair, at this point, if Y/N wasn’t with the Golden Trio, she was probably with Draco.

"We had some problems, so I went up to him to ask why," she explained to them.

"Well, what did he say?" asked Harry in curiosity.

"He said that he had changed, and I kept asking him but he didn't tell me. So then, I told him that I love him and he-" Y/N was cut off.

"You told him that you loved him? Bloody hell, Y/N, I never knew that you loved him." said Ron, giving her a certain look. His eyebrows practically wiggled at her, a playful smirk now plastered on his face.

Y/N noticed his odd expressions and gestures, shaking her head in disagreement. “What? Noo, I didn't mean I love him in a romantic way. I meant in a friendly way,” Y/N reassured them.

They all glared at her with confuddled expressions written all over their faces.

"Well, what was his response?" asked Harry.

Y/N hesitated for a while, knowing how they would react. "He finally told me why he was acting differently, and he told me that he loved me back," she mumbled, looking down.

"He what?" repeated Ron, almost seeming to smile.

"But, it's in a friendly way," Y/N repeated.

"But—this is Malfoy we're talking about. What if he got the wrong idea? And what if he loves you but—in a different way," said Hermione, looking at her.

Y/N reflected on Hermione’s comment, taking it into account. The worst part was that the possibility of her statement being true wasn’t far off. Knowing Draco, he could have misinterpreted the meaning of her words and his response might have just been a spur of the moment thing.

She shook her absurd trail of thoughts, finally responding to Hermione. "No, of course not. Besides, he's with Pansy," Y/N replied, a hint of disappointment evident in her voice.

I got lazy halfway through writing this, sorry guys. 😭

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dracowars · 1 year

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Hi hi, how are you? Could you write one where y/n is Draco's girlfriend, but she and Harry, who are best friends, end up arguing and he casts a dangerous spell on her? And when she arrives at the infirmary, still passed out, they discover she is pregnant?

best bad friend | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,0k

summary: where y/n discovers something that will change draco’s and y/n’s life forever

a/n: i just wanted to clarify that the characters here are all in 7th year and thus of legal age

warnings: angst, violence, mentions of pregnancy

universe: harry potter

“Harry, if you would just listen to me for one second-”

Your vocal cords can’t manage more than that when in the next moment you are hit with Stupefy by your opponent, whom you also call your best friend. With force, you are thrown against the wall and fall into unconsciousness right away. Only when you are able to open your eyes again do you realize what actually happened, what Harry did.

What he did to you, his best friend.

The bright light that streams into the room through the large windows dazzles you a little, and the slight breeze that gently shakes the white curtains reaches your ears, shaking the dark chandelier on the ceiling. The beige brick walls of the hospital wing – you realized it is the hospital wing once you sat up in your hospital bed, startled – express a coldness and you quickly notice that you seem to be the only patient right now. The other beds around you are all empty.

Exhausted, you massage your temples with your fingertips, the impact seemingly hit you harder than you originally thought. As you try to stop the pounding in your head, your gaze falls on the two wooden chairs that are close to your bed, as if someone had been sitting there just mere seconds ago.

Surprised, you look around again and do not move a single muscle, but you have to accept the fact that you can’t even hear any sounds from outside. Sighing deeply, you lean back into the uncomfortable mattress and place your palm on your forehead, closing your eyes and reflecting on what happened that transported you into the hospital wing of the castle.

Maybe telling Harry about your relationship with Draco Malfoy had not been such a good idea after all. Especially not when he found it out by himself first and only then did you decide to actually tell him about your relationship status. On the other hand, he would still not know if he had not caught the both of you kissing in an empty hallway. Even though you have sworn to never hide anything from each other, you betrayed him.

Best friends should not betray each other, you think. And yet you did exactly that.

It was perfectly understandable that Harry was angry and upset about this. You would never have blamed him for that. But throwing you across the room with a dangerous curse, ending up in the freaking hospital wing, all alone? Rather despicable.

You are racking your brains about how to face Harry the next time you see him when you are released from this prison that is your hospital bed when suddenly the heavy door finally opens and none other than Harry enters. Well, at least his head is peeking around the corner, and when your eyes meet for a moment, it looks like he would like to vanish into thin air right this second.

Understandably so.

“Y/N, you are awake!”, he says happily, but can’t hide the insecurity within his voice. “I- I will be right back.”

And just like that you are as alone again as you were since waking up, causing you to roll your eyes while crossing your arms in front of your chest in despair. Harry will definitely not get away from you that easily.

Harry does not take long to return, though he does bring Madam Pomfrey with him on the way back, the nurse greeting you with a friendly smile and looking you up and down as if you have lost all your limbs. When she asks you how you are feeling, you only reply that your head is buzzing. Which is the truth, but you honestly do not feel like talking to her about your emotional state right now after you were brought here by your best friend.

Obviously, you are not feeling well.

“If you allow me, I would like to talk to you alone for a few moments, Ms. Y/L/N”, Madam Pomfrey remarks after realizing that you do not feel like talking to her, or anyone at this point, about what happened. However, no one could have prepared you for what she would share with you in private.

At first you want to laugh and deny what she claims happened. That is completely and absolutely ridiculous, you think to yourself. Then, as you look into her serious eyes, your mood immediately changed, and you suddenly feel nauseous. The ground is pulled away from under your feet all of a sudden and you start falling and keep falling and just can’t stop falling. The pounding in your head gets louder, more unbearable by the second, and is now accompanied by a loud beeping in your ears.

Without knowing it and without being able to stop it, tears flow down your cheeks as your world falls apart in the blink of an eye. First, Madam Pomfrey tries to calm you down, to encourage you, but you do not want to hear her words. They will not change anything anyway. When she notices this as well, she finally gives you your space and leaves.

The silence bother you even more, however, since you are suddenly all alone with your thoughts and feelings. The moment there is a knock on the door and Harry enters the hospital wing, you break down completely. Immediately, Harry is at your side, holding you tight in his arms, trying to soothe you with whispers and repeated apologies.

The fact that he attacked you with a spell out of anger is honestly the least of your problems right ow, which is why you let him hold you, why you allow him to support you as your best friend. Everything you can think about in this moment is filled with pure darkness, and if it were not for Draco, who storms inside after hearing about the incident, completely distressed, the darkness would have taken you in whole.

As soon as you find yourself in a loveable embrace, after Harry willingly released you, Draco encourages you and confesses his love for you over a thousand times, over and over again.

“We can get through this, darling. Together”, Draco whispers softly and places several kisses against your temple, kissing away some of your streaming tears. “If anyone can do it, it’s us.”

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dr3amlab · 1 year

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2. wicked games, dm.

PAIRING — Draco Malfoy x reader

GENRE — series, enemies to lovers, rival, comedy (?)

WORD COUNT — 2045 words.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — I'm not too proud of this chapter not gonna lie :(( I hope that it’s good enough, and any criticism is welcome as long as its not harsh lmaooo

PARTS. 1 2 3 4 5 6 finale

TAGLIST — @hopefulfuturenovelauthor @charlenasaxen @johnmurphys-sass @alittlebitofinsanitea

couldn’t tag @louieblue2 and @born2222die

II. VILLAIN ORIGIN STORY

We all have memories we'll never forget. Those memories bear an impact on us, an impact so big that they are engraved in the back of our brains forever. For instance, you remember the first time you ate a chocolate frog, the first time you watched the snow fall from your bedroom’s window and you'll never forget your first encounter with Draco Malfoy. In opposition to the first memories, the latter was not a pleasant recollection.

It was on your first ever day at Hogwarts and you remember smiling from ear to ear as you entered the mesmerizing facility. The building was, and still is, magnificent beyond words could ever describe. You were taking it all in, staring at every object or construction you could as if they might disappear the moment you'd tear your eyes from them: the grand doors, the walls, the ceiling— oh, how the ceiling was beautiful; it was bewitched to seem as if it was a starry night. Even though you'd had the opportunity to stargaze thousands of times in your life, you were mesmerized because this was a sight you never had the chance to see. "It’s so pretty y/n!" your childhood friend, Athena, exclaimed equally as impressed as you. "I know right!" you beamed as you continued to watch the false stars twinkle, "it’s impre—" Before you were able to end your sentence, you had collided with another student, making you both fall on the ground. "Watch it you idiot." you stared up to meet a pair of grey eyes. "I’m sorry, I was just— " You were cut off."Staring at the ceiling? Is it the first time you ever saw a ceiling?"The boy spat with a condescending tone, making you scowl at his unnecessary spitefulness. He got up and readjusted his robes while bearing an angry expression on his face. Following his motions, you also stood up and started to dust off your clothes. "Merlin, I think you made me scratch my brand-new shoes." He scowled while staring at his shoes for a few seconds. Then he looked back at you, ready to reprimand you as if he was your teacher or your father. "Do you know how mu—"You cut him off, "Merlin, you are so shallow!" You frowned. "I didn’t do it on purpose, and I apologized," you emphasized on the last word. "So can we please put this behind us," you smiled, trying to suppress your anger. Noticing that he was about to open his mouth to fight back, Athena spoke quickly to stop the nonsense that was probably going to come out of his lips. "Come on y/n, let’s not get in trouble on our first day." She grabbed your arm making you turn around to face her "besides he’s overreacting," she said softly. "He’s an immature boy." You nodded at your best friend’s words: She’s right, you should not give a bad impression to the teachers before you even got sorted into your house. "Yeah you’re right, he’s just a little prick." You smiled smugly. "How dare you?!" the irritating person spoke again and to be honest, you almost forgot about his presence. You thought that he’d be gone by now to follow the rest of the first-year students to the dining hall but, to your dismay, he didn’t do you this favor. "Have you got no shame to say that I’m a prick right in front of my face?" He scoffed. "I can’t believe I have to deal with such peasants on my first day." He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Peasants?" Just like that, a frown made back its way to your face. "Are you out of your mind for saying stuff like this?" He smirked, clearly satisfied that he got to you easily. "Why? Are you saying that you’re not a peasant?"you clenched your jaw."Because you sure do look like one!" You looked at him in disbelief before turning your head to the right to speak to Athena. "How can a twelve-year-old have this much arrogance in their body?" You then turned your head back to him and narrowed your eyes, "look," you spoke menacingly, "You should apologize for what you just said because you really don’t want to get on my bad side," you continued. "Get on your bad side?" He laughed, "please, do you even know who I am? Do you know who my father is?"He spoke as if you were supposed to shiver timbers at the mention of his father. "I don’t care who your father is." You crossed your arms, "as a matter of fact, you can tell your daddy," you took a step closer to him, "to shove whatever empty threat he thinks is going to scare me up his bum!"The blond boy became as red as a tomato and if steam could come out of his ears, you would have been able to see lots of it, like a chimney on a cold winter day."You fucking mud-blood,"he spoke through his teeth, "you just dug your own grave" you watched him intentively, waiting for his next words. "You’re not ready for what’s coming for you," he continued. "Mom, I’m scared!" You ducked your head and brought your crossed arms to your shoulders to pretend like you were shielding yourself from danger. You and athena laughed heartily at your actions while the blond boy was looking at the both of you with a discontent look on his face. After you had calmed down from laughing, you switched back to crossing your arms, but this time, you were staring at him challengingly. « Bring it on�� you smirked. You were in for a hell of a ride. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ And so, you and Draco started to get back at each other to make each other’s life as bad as possible. There wasn’t a day during the school year when one of you wasn’t yelling profanities at the other. Hogwarts had not known a single peaceful day since the two of you first stepped foot in its castle. At first, the pranks were innocent, to say the least: They ranged from you stealing a school book to Draco hiding a tarantula in your bedsheets. Plus, the fact that you both were sorted in the same house made it easier to access each other’s dorms and thus made you even more creative with the pranks like replacing shampoo with green hair dye for example (Draco remembers this one all too well.) There was an unspoken rule between you and Draco: Each time a prank is pulled, the counterattack has to be crueler. There were clearly no limits to the extent to which you guys would go to make sure the other's day is ruined. Currently, you were hiding behind a wall that led to the hallway where Draco was located. You were prying on Draco and his clique who were currently having a boring conversation. You looked at the pink envelope you held in your hand knowing damn well that it was going to make their day a tad exciting. The thing is, you didn’t know how to give it to him without revealing your identity. You sighed out of frustration: You could’ve put it on his bed as you could access his dormitory easily or even put it on the table of the Slytherin common room but then, it’ll be too obvious that the letter was from you. Your mind was hurting from thinking of possible ways to give Draco the letter without potentially being framed as its writer. Suddenly, a boy that looked like he could be a first-year had the misfortune to cross your path. You smiled in victory as you waited for him to come closer to you so you could speak to him without being heard. "Hey, you!" you whispered as loud as you could to the first-year Hufflepuff that was coming your way. The young boy looked scared and pointed to himself, making sure that you actually wanted to catch his attention. "Yes, you!" He gulped not knowing what you could want from him. "Come quick, I’m not gonna bite you!" He walked towards you hurriedly. You handed him the pink envelope containing the love letter, "give this to Draco Malfoy" You pointed to the platinum-haired boy and his eyes widened at the sight of the boy, "to M-malfoy?" Of course, no first-year would ever want to be in a 100-meters radius of Draco unless they wanted to be humiliated in the worst way possible. "Just give it to him!" You said annoyed. You didn’t quite understand why the entire school was scared shitless of Malfoy, he’s just all bark and no bite. "Look, don’t worry," you reassured him, "if he says anything to you I’ll step in," you smiled. Though, you knew that he was not going to do anything because the letter will distract him. "Now go and don’t tell him who gave it to you," you warned "under any circumstances," you added, "and when you’re done come back to me," he gulped not looking too sure about running this errand for you but, then, he nodded before turning on his heels and walking towards Draco. "This is about to get interesting," you thought as you watched the boy’s figure walk towards Malfoy. Your breath itched when the first-year arrived next to Draco and you watched the scene unfold. "Well, well, well," Draco smirked, "what gave you the courage to come this close to me?' The boy looked stressed, fearing what will happen in the next few minutes. "S-someone asked me to give this to you," he presented to him the pink envelope with both of his hands while shutting his eyes closed scared of Draco’s next move "what’s this?" The blond boy said curiously while snatching the letter from the boy’s hands. He opened the letter hurriedly wanting to know what was in the envelope contained. Then, the moment you were waiting for the most came: He took out the piece of paper and started to read. You felt nervous, to say the least, and you hoped that your prank would work. You continued to watch Draco as his eyes were fixated on the words written before him. And then, to your pleasure, the ghost of a smile appeared on Malfoy's lips. "He smiled," you grinned. It was a small smile, almost unnoticeable, yes but he still smiled. Draco must’ve felt the grin that wanted to display on his lips badly and so, he bit his bottom lip to suppress it as much as he could. Malfoy cleared his throat, "You can go now," he said to the first year who nodded eagerly to be out of Draco’s sight as fast as he could. "Before, you go," Draco said making the Hufflepuff boy stop in his tracks, "who gave you this letter?" you could feel the first-year panic, "I-i’m afraid that I can’t tell you." Malfoy looked at him attentively before speaking up again, "Merlin, just go what are you still doing here!" This time, the younger boy ran away from Draco to meet you behind the wall you were hiding behind. You watched as the boy came back to meet you "Was I dreaming or did I see a smile on his lips?" You asked the boy, "I-I think I saw him smile too" you clasped your hands happily while looking at the ceiling, "thank you merlin," you said with a huge smile on your face. The boy looked at you curiously, "what was in the letter?" You tore your eyes from the ceiling to look back at him, "That is none of business," you said, "However, I have a feeling that you’ll be my partner in crime," you smiled. "So, what’s your name?" the boy spoke up, "My name is Sasha." You put a hand on his shoulder, « Sasha, I have a feeling that you and I will get along very well,» you said before turning around to leave the hallway. "Malfoy, you are so dumb," you chuckled as you skipped to your next class happily. Sasha looked very confused as he watched your strange demeanor. "What did I get myself into?" He said tiredly.

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runwiththenight-catchthedawn · 2 years

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Just read a fanfic that said: "Draco paled, a remarkable accomplishment for someone of his complexion" and i can't stop fucking laughing

#draco malfoy #draco malfoy ff #fanfiction #hp ff #harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #dramione #dramione ff

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damsel-in-mistress · 1 year

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Broke - Broken by damsel_in_mistress

Mentally and physically beaten like a disobedient house elf under his father’s cruel command he still stood tall – and that’s how she recognized him. For, other than that, he looked nothing like the young man she used to know – and yet, he was still the same.

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yujisabs · 1 year

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Hellooo,

I need some help finding a fic I read 2 years ago. I know that's like long ago but I really wanna know if it still exists.

I have read this fic 2 years ago as I said. It was a Draco Malfoy fanfiction on ao3. I think I read it around the time dracotok was very popular. It had 2 out of 6 chapters released (idk if more got added or if it got finished). If i remember correctly it had sth to do with the alpha beta omega universe.

Like the reader was an omega and like through a program they found a fitting alpha for them. And like then they met up in a hotel or sth. I am not sure anymore. But like draco was obviously the fitting alpha. The fic did involve some more nsfw topics too if I'm not wrong.

I hope that if it still exists that someone can helo me find it. I kinda wanna know how it continues. I sadly don't know more details about it.

Any help is appreciated. And thabks already if someone knows which fic i'm talking about.

#draco lucius malfoy #dracotok #draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco malfoy ff #draco ff #draco malfoy fanfiction #ao3 #alpha beta omega #draco x y/n #draco x you #draco malfoy x reader #draco fic #draco malfoy fic

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mumoloveless · 1 year

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Negative Fanfic review:

Draco Malfoy and the Mirror of Ecidyrue

I wanted to make a review of this Fanfic because I don't understand why people like it so much. It was really bad.

So I wanted to start by saying the fanfic should have been tagged with torture, because that is what happened to Draco in the very beginning.

By the second part of the Fanfic Draco acts like a pick me for gryffindors, affirming throughout the fanfic that he is not evil even though his gryffindor friends act really shity towards him. This is so out of character for Draco.

He excuse himself and try to convince his "friends" (the golden trio) that he didn't do the evil thing even though they have no evidence it was Draco or a reason that didn't involve him being a Malfoy. To a point where Potter affirm he must have doing the evil thing unconsciously because he is a Malfoy. Then blaming Draco for not telling them everything he does when they have proven over and over not being trustworthy.

Potter behavior being always creepy following him everywhere 'just to spend more time with him' when he is actually spying to find proof he is the one doing evil. Would actually make sense because of the canon. Then Potter transformed into Theo (who he thinks is Draco dating) and on Draco's bed he tries to make Draco admit he is behind the attacks, if Draco didn't realize it was Harry and he did dated Theo the situation easily could have ended up really bad (Draco being SA)

The bashing of the whole Slytherin house portraying them all evil and so out of character; stupid, with not self respect etc.

Severus Snape being emotionally abusive towards Draco and on top of that, Draco adoring him, looking up to him and trusting him even after all that. Is also out of character.

Narcisa being a useless and neglectful mother, letting Lucius beating Draco up. Also out of character for the both of them.

I'm not saying that a Fanfic is not allowed to be bad, but I can't understand how this Fanfic is so famous, and everyone who recommended it is afirming it's really good, when in reality it's not.

The story lacks good description of feeling and logic, everyone except Ron is so out of character. Also there wasn't actual Fluff/Angst, just misunderstanding and really just blaming everything on Draco just because, the golden trio being abusive towards Draco while pretending to be his friend.

I think maybe because it was such a long Fanfic people automatically think is good, I have notice in the ao3 community how much they value word counting. Word counting dosen't really make a Fanfic good quality.

I was really disappointed on it, I wanted to post my opinion in the comment section of the Fanfic on ao3 but I know how sensitive authors can be to negative comments so I'm doing it here.

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